Urusei Retcon: Home alone with a healing lecher [Episode 200943]

"Oh my chest, it's like a vice!" She moaned loudly from where she knelt.

"Are you allright, would it help if I rubbed your back, no wait, if it's a tightness in your chest, we ought to take off your bra!"

Slap!

Th-this is it," the black haired woman panted as she pointed out entrance to an old Shinto temple.

Ataru turned as directed, supporting her weight as she walked to the entrance.

"There has never been. . . an evil spirit which I have not exorcised. . . Koff" She told Ataru as he helped her reach her front door. "I will exorcize yours as well."

"I can come back later if. . . Hey, is that for you?" He pointed to a letter taped to the door.

"What?" She looked toward the door, then winced. "Ow, I've got a migraine coming on, could you please read it?"

"Ah, sure. 'Dear Sakura, your name's Sakura huh? 'I have to leave town to take care of your Uncle. He has been hospitalized after a giant onion fell on him.'" Ataru paused, glancing from the note to Sakura. Her name means Cherry. . . Nah, no way that troll's related to someone as gorgeous as her he thought to himself.

"Ahem, 'I've left food and IOU's from several shops we've exorcised in the kitchen, as well as the number of a home nurse in case something serious comes up.'"

"Damn!" Sakura declared, wincing as she raised a hand to her head. "It'll take hours to set up for your exorcism with just myself, and it feels like everything's flaring up at once." She suddenly grabbed at her chest. "Ah, my chest!"

"You sure you don't want me to undo your bra?!" Ataru asked again.

Sakura made no reply, instead using her key to open the door and stride inside her house as confidently as she could. At which point the world suddenly started to twist in a way she recognized as a sign that her inner ear infection was flaring up again. The floor surged upward toward her, only to stop a moment later. It took her a moment to realize that Ataru had caught her before she could fall. Another moment and a downward glance made her realize that his catch had landed both of his hands on her breasts

As Ataru squeezed her, Sakura instinctively made a fist, then released it, her eyes widening. Below her breasts she could see several small spiritual creatures suddenly emerge from her body.

Feeling another squeeze, she scowled, took a step, and reached out her hand to grab the wall. Seeing her stabilize herself, Ataru gave one last squeeze and pulled his hands away.

Sakura pushed aside her anger at the grope. Looking quickly confirmed that the three spirit creatures she had seen were now standing on the floor, staring in apparent awe up at Ataru. Reaching out, she grabbed one of the Gohei that were kept in the entry for emergencies. "Begone." She declared while flicking the wand so its paper streamers snapped toward the spirits.

As the spirits vanished, Ataru blinked and looked down toward where they had been. "Huh?" he asked uncertainly.

"Minor spirits no problem for me," Sakura commented as she leaned heavily against the wall. Pushing down her building headache, she thought on what she had just seen.

'Those spirits had to have been haunting me for a long time to have avoided being exorcised before, and yet something about Mr. Moroboshi...' She thought. Her hand rose to massage her forehead, then she paused. 'Wait a minute, it's fading! My headaches never go away so. . . Disease spirits! That's what those spirits were, the embodiments of all the medical conditions that have haunted me my whole life!'

Sakura glanced back toward Ataru, who was moving around the front of the house, apparently looking for the best angle to look at her butt. 'Incredible, his capacity to attract misfortune is so great that even the disease spirits that have bonded to me will jump ship to chase after him. Yet they can't actually get that close to him, because he's already so overloaded with lechery and misfortune. . .' Her eyes narrowed as she began calculating. 'Hmm, if he remains close enough long enough, and has spikes of lecherous desire often enough, he might be able to draw out all the disease spirits!'

"Ataru? You said you were experiencing troubles that kept you from going to your home or your school, did you not? If you want I can let you stay here for a little while."

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"Right this way," Sakura directed, her arm resting over Ataru's shoulder for support. Ataru's own arm was across her back. Suddenly the world seemed to pitch in a too familiar spell of dizziness. Reaching out to grab the wall with her free hand, Sakura paused to breathe and wait for her equilibrium to return.

Ataru halted the moment Sakura stopped. A moment later he stretched the arm he was resting on her back, sliding his hand forward to stroke at the side of her breast. Sakura's hand instinctively clenched into a fist, but with an act of will she forced it to open again.

Sakura pushed open the sliding door of the guest room. "You can stay here, there's a futon in the closet there, and the bathroom's just down the hall." Her eyes shifted to look at the single disease spirit who had emerged following the grope. With a wordless shake of her wand she banished it.

Sakura's eyes slid down to glance at Ataru. His eyes were glued to her breasts, but otherwise he seemed more focused on supporting her body than fondling it. 'Yes, just like when he helped me home. Surprisingly polite for someone so afflicted by lust.' Her mind shifted, as she recalled all the times she had visited a doctors office and learned that she had to add another medical condition to long list of afflictions she was putting up with.

"So, where will you be sleeping?" Ataru asked in the sly implication filled tone that made her hand automatically clench into a fist for a moment.

A moment later her hand unclenched at the return of a tightening sensation in her chest once again. "Ohh, my chest."

"Should we take your bra off?" Ataru asked once more, unable to keep anticipation from mixing with concern in his voice.