Faking It - Great Guardians: Ghosts of the Most Ancient Past [Episode 225515]

by Gorgo

(Note: Given the general theme that guides this thread, you should have expected something like this. Hope you still enjoy it! G.)

Tomobiki…

"Ataru-kun!"

Hearing that cheerful hail, Ataru Moroboshi perked as he looked up from the Hakata râmen he was eating, and then he grinned on seeing two familiar women walk up towards him. Slurping up his noodles, he waved back and then beckoned them to join him at the yatai close to the town park where he was enjoying an after-school snack. "Hey, Sekimi-chan! Kônami-chan! When did you two get out of university?"

"It was our day off," Sekimi Nayamu stated as she and Kônami Hakaru took seats to both sides of the most infamous resident of this section of Nishitôkyô west of Nerima and the main part of Tôkyô itself. Both ladies were twenty years old, currently sophomore students at Gakushûin Women's College in Shinjuku, both studying for their degrees in international cultural studies. Both were exceptionally beautiful girls in Ataru's eyes. Sekimi possessed chestnut-shaded hair styled in two high side ponytails, grey-brown eyes peeking out of her well-formed face. Kônami was a taller girl with shaggy, blue-tinted black hair cut in a shallow curve at mid-neck, her eyes a golden brown shade. She sort of reminded Ataru of his classmate Ryûnosuke Fujinami, though she wasn't cursed with the presence of a bull-headed, misogynistic father as Ryûnosuke was.

"I see you're wearing our present," Kônami mused as she glanced at the beautiful magatama jewel now hanging off his left ear.

"Those idiots at school been giving you trouble over it?" Sekimi immediately asked.

Ataru smirked. "Be assured, ladies, ever since the end of that whole incident with Rupa and his girl, no one in Tomobiki has been stupid enough to bother me."

Both women grinned as their memories recalled events a month before…

"…so after all that's happened, you still haven't told her you love her?"

"You flaming moron!"

Ataru seemed not to care as he turned to walk away from those who were sending accusing looks his way. Lum quickly fell in beside him, floating along with a smile on her face. As they headed off the grounds of Tomobiki High School for home, the Oni then glanced at her would-be husband. "Even if it takes my entire life, I'll make you say it," she vowed as she gave him a knowing look.

"I will say it on my deathbed," Ataru vowed in return.

Nearby, Shinobu Miyake jolted on hearing that statement, and then she growled as she grabbed hold of a nearby garbage can. "Honestly! Are you two going to keep fighting over that?!" she snarled as she wound up and let it fly at them.

"You bet!" Lum said as she and Ataru automatically ducked the oncoming missile.

Both then noted many of the others around them begin to tense, their anger blooming into battle auras as they seemed to ready themselves to do something. Seeing that, they exchanged a look, and then Ataru smiled. "How do you want these jerks, Lum?"

"Broiled," Lum stated in return, her voice flat with finality as she gave him a knowing look. "At least two weeks in intensive care."

Those closest to her gasped in shock at that foreboding statement. "As you wish," Ataru said as he raised thumb and middle finger to his lips.

A shrill whistle later, darkness appeared in the skies over Tomobiki as a guttural roar was heard. People's heads snapped up in surprise as that booming noise seemed to rattle every window in town. Surprise then turned to mortal fear as the darkness melted into a red-and-black dragon-like shape that had to be as big as the home starship of Lum's father that had been floating over town the last week or so. As burning red eyes focused on the crowds below, Ataru and Lum stopped to gaze up on the awesome creature. "I really like your friend, Darling," the Oni noted.

"He is nice, isn't he?" her companion stated, and then looked up, yanking out a bullhorn from mallet-space to call up, "BURN THEM ALL!"

Hearing that, the crowd all spun on Ataru, their eyes wide with shock and horror before a deep grumble heralded a HUGE torrent of flame blazing down from the heavens. As pained screams and pleas for mercy and help radiated from the wall of dragon fire that had just come down on most of the citizens of Tomobiki, Ataru blinked. "Damn!"

"What, Darling?" Lum asked as she stared at him.

"Forgot the marshmallows!"

Hearing that, the Oni burst out laughing as they turned and headed off home, ignoring the raging inferno that was slowly consuming all of Tomobiki High School behind them, not to mention the screams emanating from within that sea of flame…

"Hai, I would think that after that, they would leave you alone," Kônami said.

"Yeah, after Lum showed how much she really cared for idiots like Sword-for-Brains and the Little Hitler Club, it pretty much finally sank in that what happens between Lum and I is our business and no one else's," Ataru mused as he finished his râmen, and then reached down to grasp his companions' hands, allowing them to rest on his thighs close to his crotch. "As for idiots like Miyake, all I have to do is threaten to whistle and they run away like all the demons of Hell were right on their tails." He winked in emphasis.

Both girls howled with laughter as Ataru reached for his wallet to draw out some money to pay for the râmen, and then they rose with him to head away from the yatai and down a street towards the apartment the two Gakujodai girls shared, which was located some blocks from the Moroboshi home. As they walked along, both girls slipped their arms around Ataru's as they snuggled closer to him. He gave them content looks in return, which make them smile when they noted it. "So what's the plan tonight?" he wondered.

"What do you think?" Sekimi noted as she and her friend stared up at him.

"Oh, goody for me!" he hooted, a knowing leer crossing his face.

Watching the three as they passed by in front of them, four prematurely-aged boys in Tomobiki High uniforms — all of them still covered with bandages that protected their burned and blistered skin from outside infection — could only moan in helpless outrage and heart-breaking pain as they watched their despised enemy, the man who not only had taken their beloved Lum away from them but also flirted around with pretty women at will, walk off with two floozies who they had tried to pull away from Ataru when they first noted their interest in him a couple weeks ago. And wound up with kicked-in testicles as a result. As they headed off around a corner and disappeared from sight, all four of them moaned.

"CURSE YOU, ATARU MOROBOSHI!"

Minutes later saw Ataru seated on the edge of a king-sized bed, now naked and his "little emperor" (as Sekimi and Kônami both lovingly called his manhood) at its full twenty-eight centimetre height and six centimetre thickness, ready for some personal attention. A light smile was on his face as he awaited his lovers, who were both in an adjacent room getting changed. They had promised a surprise for him when they got into their apartment and he was certainly patient enough to allow them to unveil their surprise at their own time. He had a good idea what that surprise was, but he wasn't going to spoil his lovers' fun. They saw themselves as totally his and he had to respect that loyalty, regardless of the real reasons behind it.

The door opened. "Ataru-kun?"

He looked over, and then his eyes widened on seeing not just Sekimi and Kônami, but eight other stunningly beautiful women, walk into the room. All were cloaked in plain brown-grey, single-piece robes with leggings that, while quite loose, still could not hide the beautiful bodies lying underneath. Nude bodies, he was quick to note on seeing the outlines of very erect nipples on their breasts. He remained silent as nine of the formed a line of review before him, with Sekimi and Kônami right in front of him. The tenth woman, a woman Sakura's age with beautiful blonde hair cut short at mid-neck and ice-blue eyes, stood before the others as an officer would stand before an escort party of troops. On seeing that, Ataru then glanced at her ear, and then the ears of all the others in the room with him.

They all possessed magatama.

"My beautiful attendants," he whispered in a quiet voice, a smile crossing his face.

Hearing that greeting, all ten women gasped in shock and delight before they dropped to their knees, bowing their heads and averting their eyes from the man before them. They remained silent, awaiting his next word, though he was quick to sense the muffled sobs of relief and joy escaping them. His smile grew a bit wider as he gazed fondly on them. "Look upon me, ladies. You, who served me with such devotion in our first lives, have every right to view the results of your hard work."

They stared at them, all with tears in their eyes. "My Emperor! Is it really you?!" the blonde at the head of the group pleaded, twin streams of wetness flowing down her cheeks. "Do you remember?! Do you remember everything?!"

A nod. "Indeed I do, beautiful Chôjô." On hearing her gasped cry of delight on being recognised, Ataru then stared at the others. "Be at ease, my loyal attendants. I recognise each of you even if your genders and looks are much different from the wonderful days past in the palace in Luòyáng. Relax."

"We will have those wonderful days again, My Emperor," Setsumi Tsukasa — Sôsetsu — vowed as she gazed passionately upon Ataru.

"Indeed we will, but we must be very cautious given the divided and fractious state of those of our beloved subjects who also live in this time," Ataru noted.

"They will be made to confirm to your will, My Emperor," Chôjô vowed. "We are working on that at this time. We will make sure they will serve you."

A nod. "That, we will discuss at a later time, Chôjô. In the meantime, there is something that disturbs me very much."

Horror-struck looks crossed the ten women's faces. "My Emperor?" Sôsetsu gasped.

"Why is it your Emperor is naked and you are not?"

All ten women acked in shock as their cheeks flamed on realising what he was talking about, and then they all prostrated themselves before him. "My Emperor, forgive us our disrespect!" Chôjô wailed. "We didn't mean to bring such embarrassment…!"

"SILENCE!"

All of them clammed up quickly as Ataru crossed his arms. "Kenseki?"

Sekimi looked up. "My Emperor?"

"Play slow songs on your CD player." He nodded back towards the large entertainment centre at one corner of the room. "Songs that can be danced to." His eyes then fell upon the others in the room. "Each of you, you will do a strip dance for me before being allowed to make love to me. Show me your passion. Chôjô, you first."

All ten gaped on hearing that command, and then Kenseki got up. Bowing low to Ataru, she headed over to the CD player, always keeping her face and body towards him, as she moved to prepare. Save for Chôjô, the other women rose and took places in various corners of the room before kneeling on the floor.

Once a CD — Ataru was quick to recognise the Yuki Kajiura song Gensô Rakuen from Noir — began to play, Chôjô grinned as she began to dance, her hands rising up to undo the X-lacing that ran down the front of her body which held her cloak up, her eyes locked always on the man on the bed before her. The dance continued as the cloak was slowly drawn away, revealing a pair of very well formed breasts and a well-muscled yet quite mouth-watering body with legs that went on forever, shapely hips and a trimmed patch of dark blonde hair over her womanhood. Seeing that, Ataru smiled as he gazed up into her eyes, eyes that were still awash with tears of joy. As the song slowly came to an end, he then reached up, his hands beckoning to her.

Chôjô immediately responded as she got to her knees before him and slid up her arms along the axis of his legs, her breasts and very taunt nipples now rubbing against his shins below him knees, her eyes locked on that wonderful love machine not a foot away from her nose. Her eyes flecked up to his as she sought his permission. Noting that, Ataru grinned as he nodded, moving to lie back on the bed. Chôjô then slid herself up, her tongue automatically lapping up his shaft before she took him fully — or as much as she could given his size — into her mouth and began to suck.

Ataru smiled as he reached down to gently thread his fingers through Chôjô's hair, and then he tensed on hearing faint moans escaping the women around him. His eyes then closed as a neutral look crossed his face. "Girls!"

They all looked at him. He tilted his head to gaze upon each of them. "Stop. Wait your turn. Do not distract me from giving Chôjô what she deserves."

Hearing that, hands moved away from breasts and between their legs as the others braced themselves to wait, though for some, it was painful. Noting that, Ataru nodded before he felt a powerful rush fill his loins, and then he gasped as a geyser exploded deep into Chôjô's waiting mouth. It was too much for her; cum burst free from her lips to trickle down on his body. But she continued to suck and lick away, readily cleaning him with her tongue as one of her hands darted down to her womanhood to play with her clit and prepare herself to receive her Emperor's manhood deep within her waiting body. Once the last of his sperm had escaped his love machine, she then looked…and gasped. "My Emperor!"

"A great virtue of my new body, beautiful Chôjô," Ataru noted with a smile. "Now, allow me to feel the many virtues of your new body, beloved Sato-okâsama."

Hearing him call her that — in their first lives, the Emperor Líng of Han had lovingly looked upon his chief eunuch attendant, Ràng Zhäng, as his "foster father" — Chôjô almost felt herself break down and cry before she mounted him on his legs, then moved to slide his still-erect manhood into her waiting body…