Potential: A Tekken 5 Lemon

By Sekiria

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DISCLAIMER:

 

Tekken is Copyright 1994, 1995, 1997, 1998, 2001, 2004 Namco, Ltd.  Namco copyrights all characters associated with the game.  I do not own any of them.  No complaints!

 

This story is also only for ages 18+, as it contains sexual situations as well as violent behavior.  If you’re under 18, I suggest you find something else to read.

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CHAPTER 5: TRAINING SUCKS

 

Two days later, Sasuke had been released from the hospital and spent the next night at home in bed to recuperate.  Over that time frame, he and Asuka had planned out a training regimen that would go on for the next few days up until the day of the tournament.  He was still battered a little bit from the beating he took, but decided to grin and bear it as he did his part in helping her along.  It was the least he could do after she saved his life.

 

The training seemed a little militaristic…there was the usual exercise, like push-ups, sit-ups, and the like, a bit of running around the town, and also a lot of sparring and practicing some of the more basic moves, as well as some new ones that Asuka thought up on her own.  Of course, there was also the usual practice in beating up the local bullies who just never seem to learn.  Couple this with regular high school duties, and you’ve basically got yourself two overworked teenagers who, at this time, had crashed into their respective beds, in their bedrooms, in their own homes.  A week had passed since they started, but right now, neither of them could care less.

 

“…Fuck, I’m beat,” Sasuke mumbled to himself, exhausted from school.  “There’s no way I can study for that English test tomorrow.”

 

A long silent pause ensued up until he heard a loud vibration on his desk and a ring tone that sounded like “HARD RAIN” by Ayumi Kinoshita[1].  That ring tone meant that Asuka was on the other line (he set it so that it would play that song whenever she called).  He uttered a few curse words under his breath and something along the lines of “Let me sleep” as he took the call.

 

“Yo,” Sasuke sighed.

 

“Hey…you still coming over tonight?” the tomboyish girl asked, still a little exhausted herself.

 

“Yeah.  Just give me some time to rest up first.  I’ll be there.”

 

“Good.  We also need to talk about restoring the dojo as well.  I’m actually kind of getting sick of training with a breeze coming in.”

 

“Yeah, sure thing.”

 

There was yet one more thing she wanted to add, but she just didn’t know how to say it.

 

“Oh, and…um…” Asuka fumbled, trying to make a coherent sentence.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Uh…n-never mind, it…it’s nothing,” she then said, deciding to keep it in for now.

 

“Uh, OK…is…that all?”  Sasuke asked, probably getting a small hint as to what she might have asked, but not paying any small hints.

 

“…Yeah…” she responded back, hesitating a bit. “I’ll see you later, OK?”

 

“Sure thing,” Sasuke said as he flipped his cell phone closed, set it back on his desk, and crashed back on his bed, immersing himself in his own thoughts.  I wonder what that was about, he thought. She seemed kind of hesitant to say something.  That’s not like her.

 

He then flashed back to that weird dream he had when he passed out…the one where they had that night of wild sex in the training room.  It felt weird to him, and yet, it was also erotic at the same time.  It was probably the first time he actually thought of her as sexy.  It must have been that outrageous outfit she was wearing.  And damn, did that thing look good on her, he thought.  No, no, bad thoughts…must think of un-sexy things…skunks…perverts hugging anime chick pillows…that old Mishima guy in a speedo…Asuka in a speedo…topless…NO!  Must…not…think!  Must not think of sex!  Must not think of sex with my best friend…with Asuka…ARGH!

 

KAZAMA RESIDENCE

 

Meanwhile, in her own bedroom, Asuka had also hung up her own cell, placing it aside on her desk as she continued her math homework.  She sighed to herself, overwhelmed at the algebraic equations in the textbook that she was supposed to solve.  She could beat up a bad guy and save a kitten from falling off a canopy, no problem.  But when it comes to schoolwork, she’s no whiz.  She does get decent grades, though; she just felt she could do better.

 

After a few minutes of trying to figure out a ridiculous equation with parentheses and brackets contained in it, she decided to take a short break and lie down on her bed to let her thoughts wander.

 

Argh…fucking math, she thought.  Why do they have to make it look so complicated?  It’s hard enough just trying to divide.  And why do they use that shit for computers anyway?  When it comes down to it, isn’t it just 1 and 0?  Why do they have to use all these complicated equations and algorithms and whatnot?  It’s all so confusing…just like these past few days.

 

She took the time to reflect on the current events in her life, from the attack on the school to her decision to enter the upcoming King of Iron Fist Tournament, and then to her vow on finding Feng Wei and making him pay for his crimes…

 

…And then to her best friend, Sasuke.  She had hesitated to tell him that she had feelings for him, and she was kicking herself because of it.  He was also another reason why she decided to enter instead of him…she didn’t want to see him get hurt again.  She nearly lost him once; she wanted to make sure it never happened again.  There was no way she would let anyone harm him…not him and that body of his.  That hard, sleek body that caught her attention more than once during training.  She made sure not to hurt it too much, especially not below the belt. 

 

Definitely not below the belt.

 

She blushed as she thought of what might actually be inside those pants.  It had crossed her mind quite a few times, but she continued to dismiss it as if it were nothing.  But deep down inside, she had to know.

 

She wanted to know.

 

As she continued to think of him, a deep reaction stirred within her loins.  She felt a sudden warmth in between her legs and before she knew it, she was lifting up her blue shirt, and then her bra, exposing her breasts.  Her face was flushed a light pink as she brought her left hand to her left breast and began to slowly rub her palm into it, moaning and gasping softly.

 

What am I doing…? Asuka thought to herself.  This was definitely something new.  She had definitely thought of Sasuke before, but not enough to do something like what she was doing now.

 

And as of this moment, she didn’t really care.  Feelings of desire were washing over her, and she intended to capitalize.

 

Asuka started to pinch, roll, and sometimes tweak her breast, causing various reactions and also various sounds to escape her lips.  The teenage girl purred as she continued her own handiwork, now working both of her breasts and causing her nipples to harden in the process.  She visualized Sasuke with a mischievous, almost naughty, smile on his face as his imaginary hands were on top of hers, guiding them along.  She then visualized him with his shirt off, and then his pants.

 

As she continued to undress him with her eyes, she also thought of the both of them naked, pressing his body against hers, laying her down gently on her bed and spreading her legs out to get a better view of her pussy.  She had taken off her denim bodysuit as she did this, only wearing her panties.  Her thoughts then wandered to the warm feeling of his tongue licking along her engorged genitalia, and she rubbed inside of her panties in the real world, emulating the movements his tongue would make with her fingers.  She tried to soften her moans, knowing full well her mother was downstairs in the kitchen at the moment.  She didn’t want to answer any questions in case she got caught.  As she continued her little daydream, two of her fingers slipped inside of her moistened crevice, causing a slightly louder yet stifled moan to escape her lips.  She gripped her sheets tightly in her left hand to keep from screaming as she bucked her hips against her fingers, simulating a thrusting motion as she thought of his penis going deep inside of her.  The pleasure she was feeling was immeasurable as she gradually thrusted her hips faster, her digits rubbing her sex even faster than before.  She couldn’t take it anymore…she had to scream out something…

 

“Unnnhhh…ohhh…ohhh…YES!! YES!!! YES!!!” Asuka screamed, which alerted her mother.  But as the older Kazama woman reached the stairs, the phone in the kitchen rang.

 

The timing of it couldn’t have been more convenient.  Sasuke was on the other line.

 

“Hello?  Oh, Ms. K?  Is Asuka there?” he asked on the other end.

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Back in Asuka’s room, the teenage girl was now bent over, still fingering herself, but this time her panties were off.  She was simulating herself getting fucked from behind by Sasuke, going as fast as she could with each thrust of her fingers, wiggling them around when they did go inside.  She then laid down on her back again, visualizing herself having the ultimate sexual session with Sasuke, rubbing her crotch almost violently as she could feel something boiling inside of her.  It felt like she was going to climax, and soon.  Almost too soon, in fact.  Once she did feel it, her back arched and her feet and toes pointed downwards.

 

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

 

Her loud moan was soon accompanied by her vaginal fluid spilling out onto her sheets.  After the euphoric feeling had passed over her, Asuka took some time to reflect on what she had just done.  That would probably be the very first time she ever masturbated to someone…and to her best friend, no less.  What did it mean?  Does she really desire him?  Does she…love him?

 

There would be no time to dwell on it, as her mother had knocked on her door.  Asuka immediately jumped off the bed and scrambled to redress herself.

 

“Asuka, are you all right in there?” She asked.

 

“Huh…oh, yeah…just fine, mom,” the teenage girl answered nervously, having just reapplied her bra.

 

“Hmm…well, anyways, Sasuke’s here.  Should I let him in?”

 

“Oh…Yeah, mom, let him in.  I’ll be out in a sec.”

 

Five minutes later, Asuka came downstairs, checking her hair a bit to make sure it didn’t look messed up.  Upon coming into the kitchen, she sees that both her mother and Sasuke were already eating some ramen she had cooked up.

 

“Huh?  Dinner already?” Asuka asked.  “Why didn’t you call me down, mom?”

 

“Um, actually, she did,” the boy said.  “Many times, in fact.  Within the span of 15 minutes.”

 

“…Oh.”  Asuka scratched her head.  “Sorry.”

 

“It’s OK, dear,” her mother said.  “Are you alright, though?  You seemed to be screaming up there.”

 

Asuka blushed, scrambling to find an excuse all while trying to hide her face.  “Um, yes…I’m fine,” she managed to say nervously.  “There was…uh…a…spider. Yes! A big one, too.  I was able to throw it out of my window, though, heh heh...”

 

Her mother just stared at her before nodding.  “Uh…huh…”

 

“So, yeah, no problems.  I’m just fine,” Asuka said, beaming nervously.

 

Outside of that, dinner continued on quietly, outside of the usual complimenting of the older woman’s cooking from Sasuke and her daughter, as well as some small talk about school, as well as the upcoming tournament.  As far as Asuka’s mother goes, she just thinks that Asuka’s entering to spread the word about the school to the crowds.  Oddly enough, she didn’t seem to mind that her daughter was entering something so dangerous.  But then again, nothing surprises you when your husband’s a martial arts teacher and your daughter goes around ending fights and beating up bullies.  She had gotten used to it.  It doesn’t make it any easier to stomach, though.

 

Once dinner was over, Sasuke offered to help clean up and wash the dishes, which Asuka’s mom accepted.  As that was going on, Asuka went upstairs to change into her martial arts gear and head for the dojo.

 

“Hey, Sasuke, I’ll see you in the dojo, OK?” She called out.

 

“Sure thing,” Sasuke replied, still continuing his washing.

 

“Actually, why don’t you go on ahead, Sasuke?  I can take care of the rest,” Mrs. Kazama interrupted.

 

“Are you sure, Ms. K?  There’s no rush.”

 

“Yes, yes, it’ll be fine.  Go on.”

 

Sasuke nodded and walked off, but not before Mrs. Kazama grabbed his arm again.  The young man looked to his best friend’s mother wanting to know what the deal was.  Without saying anything, she places in his hand a small packet of…

 

“…Condoms?” Sasuke asked, a little surprised that Asuka’s own mother would give something like this to him.  She just beamed at him and winked.

 

“Let’s just say…I’ve had a feeling about the two of you for quite some time now,” she said.  “Better safe than sorry, I always say.”

 

Sasuke just smirked, gave a small nod, grabbed his duffel bag, and placed the packet of condoms in the small pocket.  After that, he put his shoes back on and waved to Mrs. Kazama before putting his shoes back on and heading for the dojo, which just happened to be next door.

 

Back in the kitchen, Mrs. Kazama just sighed.

 

“Big spider, my ass,” she said to herself.  “I honestly hope that boy doesn’t get her pregnant.  That would put a serious damper on the school’s reputation.”