Momo Moves In

[Malkavia]

"So LAW decided to let you in the door huh?"

When I broke the news to Grandma, I wasn't really sure how she'd take it. I half-expected her to start going on about all the training I had left to do before I could earn the red belt at her dojo, but I guess she and I both knew like. I was...never gonna wear that belt.

I told her while she was watching her daytime comedies, and she didn't even look up from the TV, just kinda dragging on her cig while I stood in the door. "Guess that means you're gonna be living all on your own, huh?" she said. "And in Tokyo of all places. They giving you a place to live?"

"Yeah, actually. Looks like I got lucky and landed a single." That kind of worried me, actually. I'd been living with Granny here since I was a little kid. It wasn't like I couldn't handle it—Hell no. I was tough. I could do laundry and cook dinner. But like...

"Good for you, kiddo. A single's gonna get awfully quiet though. We should get you a TV."

"Whaaaat? Nah, Grandma, I'm gonna be livin' in Tokyo! You think I'm gonna be spendin' a lot of time cooped up in my little old apartment? Nah, dude, I'm gonna be out cruising, living the night life. Gotta see the sights, you know?"

"Sure, kiddo. Go get 'em."

It wasn't until a lot later, when I was charging across Japan on an eight-hour train ride, that I realized it wasn't my empty apartment Granny was worried about.

—

Before I rode out to Tokyo, I was hyped as Hell. There were so many places I wanted to visit. Foodie friends online had me prepped with a list of big city dining I "just had to try," which was cool as Hell, but not as cool as the clothing outlets. Holy crap, the clothing outlets dude. Fashion's a gyaru's armor and a wrestler's brand, yo, and there was nowhere like Tokyo for putting together a completely fire look.

But man, eight hours takes it out of you, especially when your dumb ass is too stoked to sleep. By the time I rolled into the station, I was way too beat for any of that stuff, and suddenly the idea of a quiet single apartment sounded just—perfect. All I had to do was drag myself through one more cab ride. I put my earbuds in and jammed quietly, eyes closed. Everything else...arriving at LAW housing offices, dragging myself out of the cab, making small talk with the lady at the desk, taking my key. Man, I was barely dragging myself through it.

But then—safety. The apartment itself. Getting there was a blur, but I knew once I opened the door, I'd have a nice, cool bed to go sleep in for as close to forever as I needed.

Except, when I turned the key and pushed open the door, it wasn't an empty single with a cool, inviting bed waiting for me. Nah, bro, there was like. A girl in the room. Which—okay, I get that sounds maybe surprising and annoying, oh no the housing people made a mistake, but why am I saying it so whacked out and shocked?

Well see, she was uh. She was kinda...

Naked.

Like, seriously naked. I opened the door, and—BOOM. Ass. Her hair — which is this totally amazing purple, by the way — is damp, like I guess she'd just been in the shower or something, and it's just clinging to these, like, bare shoulders. Do you know how sexy shoulders can be dude? And then she turns around, and holy crap dude she's got these tits, these huge honking tits with these...nipples like, and then her navel and bush and—

"Agh—c-crap lady what the Hell! What—" My jaw was just kinda—jawing while my face just burned from how red I was turning. It pissed me off, bad. "What the crap are you doing in my apartment?! A-and—uh—" It had been winter when I arrived in Tokyo, so, lucky us, I. came dressed in layers. I pulled my sweater off and tossed it her. "Put somethin' on!"

[Out_Of_Ramen]

The warm, humid air from the hot shower fogged up the mirror as Yifei squinted at her fuzzy reflection with the tiny razor in hand.

“Ouch!” The blade nicked the sensitive skin of Yifei’s armpit. “Frick my Chungus life…” Yifei’s internet-savvy, younger yellow belt kouhais probably taught her too much online lingo when they showed her how to use X before she left for Japan. But the thought of home relieved some of the pain from her razor burns.

Yifei inspected her skin after nicking her armpit

Yifei grimaced in the foggy shower mirror as she inspected her reddened armpits, still speckled with shaving cream. The 100-yen Daiso store razor blades and her inexperience with feminine grooming left Yifei with quite the imperfect DIY body shave. But at least she gave it a solid first try. And her skin did feel smooth! “But not as smooth as Ms. Madeleine’s. How does she do it? Hmm...” Thinking back on those halcyon days of yesterweek when she lived with her drop-dead gorgeous former hostess and first friend in Japan, Madeleine "The Countess" Citronelle, got Yifei feeling a little hot and bothered; her nipples hardened in the humid air and heat built up between her legs.

Yifei sighed contentedly. Having a pretty roommate would be such a treat.

But! Living alone had its perks too. For example, Yifei could be totally nude all day in her single Japanese apartment in Tokyo. Except for the occasional quick dress-up for the Uber Eats delivery woman, Yifei was totally free to answer the phone, do light training, and forget to take out the trash every day, all while wearing her birthday suit!

Yifei appreciated her freshly smooth skin, despite the beginner's razor burns

Yifei looked in the mirror again. Her razor burns had cooled some, and she started to appreciate her freshly smooth skin. Time to show it off to the world of her living room! Yifei marched out of her steamy bathroom to the audience of martial arts movie posters above her couch. But someone was in her room. An intruder!

“Kya!!!” Yifei immediately covered her tits and screamed. She didn’t have time to register the threat level from this stranger, even if, at first glance, she looked like a young woman in a cozy pink zip-up sweater and short, frilled lounge shorts. Yifei had learned from years of watching martial arts movies that literally anybody in the world might know kung fu, and that she always should be on guard.

The villain said some dastardly thing no doubt and proceeded to throw her pink sweater at Yifei. “Hiya!” Yifei chopped the sweater out of the air. An improvised attack! Yifei was right to suspect this invader knew martial arts!

“Nice try! Robber?! S-sex pervert?! Whatever you are, get out of my house!”

Yifei launched herself at the villain with a naked high kick to the face!

Yifei launched a high kick at the home invader robber sex pervert!

But Yifei’s bare feet were still slippery from the shower. Her high kick of naked justice stumbled and devolved into a crotch first tackle towards the pink invader’s face!

[Malkavia]

Robber? I forgot, least for a second, that I was seeing a full-grown naked stranger for the first time in my life. "The crap do ya mean robber, ya dumbass skank, this is MY crib you're—YO!"

She made her move, and my muscle memory was kicking in to gear. My legs went wide (horse-stance), and I got ready to catch and throw whatever this crazy chick was dealing out. But she wasn't charging me like any normal attacker, nah this freakazoid was doing some stupid kind of tumble thing and wound up plowing tits-first into my face.

...Sooooo I did mention this was the first time. Don't look at me like that. Yeah, I've been online bro, I'd seen some things, but like, in-person is different. And now I was touchin' her. Moving on instinct, I'd cuffed her collar in one hand and got a grip on her hip with the other. I shoulda tossed her over my shoulder, but just then all the breath in my body had been smacked plain out of me.

So we stood there for half a second, kind of wobbling, off balance, me not really breathing. I'd squeezed my eyes shut tight, but I could still feel like...everything. This bitch had huge tits, which were like. So soft, and I felt her nipple brush across my nose like the tip of a paintbrush or something, and it sent this shiver up my whole body.

...She was also kinda whimpering, I realized, and I felt a hot, damp patch on my knee where—ooooh. Oh I'd kneed her in the—oh crap.

"I am...so sorry," I managed. I realized I was shaking. Fuck that, dude. Let's be a little tougher, OK? I started breathing again and tightened up my core. I swallowed and tried to pretend...well, uh. I tried to try to pretend, I guess, but couldn't really get there because of the beautiful, naked woman wrapped over me.

"Look. We need to talk. Okay? Obviously." I still hadn't opened my eyes, though to be real, I still saw her. I couldn't have cleaned the sight of her body off my brain if my eyes had soap and steel wool. Fuck. "...But I need your dumb ass in clothes for that to happen. So how 'bout we take five and then meet back up. Yeah?"

[Out_Of_Ramen]

Yifei whimpered into the neck of the pink home invader. Yifei’s pussy was nothing but a deep ache and a burning heat that immobilized her. Her knock-kneed legs wobbled, and she grabbed onto the stranger’s shoulders for support before the hard knee between her legs finally retreated. Yifei had NOT been prepared for that excellent crotch kick counterattack, and the timing couldn’t have been worse for her vulnerable pussy: she had spent the last 30 minutes thinking about pretty Ms. Madeleine’s smooth skin while shaving naked in the bathroom.

Shaving naked… naked? Oh frick, that’s right! I’m naked!

Yifei quickly unwrapped herself from the stranger standing in her genkan entryway, covering her tits and aching pussy with her hands.

“S-sorry for—OH!”

Another metaphorical knee hit Yifei in the crotch when she finally got a good look at the pink intruder: this girl was CUTE! Frickin’ CUTE as HECK!

“Oh heck! Ah! T-talk! 5 minutes? Yeah, sure. Just um! I’ll be right back!!”

Yifei nearly tripped over the often-forgotten raised threshold of her genkan entryway as she hobbled through the narrow corridor toward the door to her main living room, stepping over the pile of returned garbage bags with warning stickers that she couldn’t read. She glanced into her side bathroom area as she passed: the floor was damp and littered with hair shavings and towels, and her toilet was unflushed with—

The layout of Yifei's 1K apartment, not including the mess

Yifei’s face went red as a tomato as she ducked in to quickly flush the toilet and close the bathroom door.

“B-bathroom needs maintenance, so d-don’t go in there please!”

She passed by the kitchen: dirty dishes piled high, unclean appliances left out, crumbs all over the floor—

Yifei’s face somehow became even redder. There was no convenient door to hide the kitchenette behind.

“The k-kitchen needs maintenance too!”

The hobbling naked tomato of a girl finally reached the door to her living room. Yifei dared not turn around to see if the cute stranger had finally opened her eyes. Yifei didn’t know how she’d react if she made eye contact right now. Yifei bolted into the living room and closed the door behind her, breasts heaving as she panted.

“Oh frick! Why is a cute girl here? And why is everything a mess… how did it get like this… uuu…”

If the bathroom and kitchen were bad news, then the living room was a catastrophe: piles of clean clothes mixed with dirty ones and strewn all over the floor, a faint musky smell of sweaty clothes, uncollected partially eaten bento boxes, food delivery bags stuffed into each other like matryoshka dolls, an uneven set of workout dumbbells, and a slightly stained futon that Yifei never folded up during the day. The only signs of order and cleanliness were her red qipao fighting dress, hung up respectfully in her closet, and her neat stack of yaoi manga, which she quickly covered with a blanket.

Yifei frantically sniffed through piles of clothes, desperate to find anything clean. “These panties are good enough!” Yifei slipped into some black panties—thank goodness they were black. “Need a shirt… need a shirt…” Suddenly, she tripped over a dumbbell hidden beneath a Bella Vista Dojo T-shirt, and she fell backward and bonked her head hard on the low table on top of the futon.

“Kya!!”

Yifei tripped and fell in her mess of clothes and hit her head before she could put a shirt on

From her crotch to her noggin, Yifei was just a hot ball of pain. She moaned and rolled in her own mess, hoping that the cute girl in the entryway didn’t hear anything. If she came into the living room before Yifei had a chance to even attempt a last-minute cleanup, the fujoshi martial artist might just die from embarrassment.