Moon Hound Hati

Sounds like an anime I never watched. But hey, who wouldn't want to be viking bombshell Lynn?

Apparently I'm playing Lynn now. Noice.

Hugs... Yes, right, uhm... Hugs, totally.

And that's my new character up too. Woo~!

Name: Minoru Yamauchi Gender: Male Age: 28 Sexuality: Heterosexual Main Class: School nurse and psychologist; also provides sexual E.D. a few times a year. Teaching style: Very much a scientist through and through, his teaching style is very fact-based and to the point. However, half the time he lectures as if filled with wonder and intrigue, spouting theories and deductive reasoning, which can be kind of awkward for the students since he is teaching them about sex. When it comes to his research, he likes to experiment and will casually hand students things such as sex toys in order to provoke certain reactions and outcomes. It’s not unusual for him to do so with students that come to him for therapy or personal counseling. Personality: Honest and helpful, but also kind of weird. Background: As certified a genius with multiple degrees and Ph.D.’s under his belt, he could have had extremely well-paying jobs in a variety of fields, from medical to pharmaceutical. Instead, Minoru choose to serve a greater purpose and joined one of the various government programs set up to stimulate population growth by studying teenagers and figuring out how to stimulate them into having more active sex lives, with the ultimate goal being rising childbirth rates once they’re in a phase of their lives to start a family. Defining Characteristic: Part mad scientist, part oblivious pervert. Ons (Character): Minoru likes to figure stuff out. When it comes to sex that means he likes to find out how to best stimulate his partner. That’s not to say he doesn’t have any kinks of his own, though. He has quite the thing for women in nurse outfits and is more than a little familiar with various sex toys.

Certainly not an onee-san to be messed with in a bad way, at least.

Think you're fine writing up a second character.

As long as it's not too hardcore and not a theme recurring the whole time, I'm fine getting a bit tied up.

Nothing set in stone right now, but the doctor from Fate: Grand Order is a contender.

@Lynnette “On your nose? What, like a seal?” But despite joking around Makoto handed over the bottle almost immediately at her request, quite curious to see if she could indeed balance the blue bottle of suntan oil on her nose. After a tap to her shapely thigh confirmed that the cap was screwed on securely, Akari took on a very eye-catching pose for her little act. With back slightly arched and legs spread, her breasts jiggled freely -- especially once she attempted to balance the bottle on the tip of her nose -- and her crotch was wide open for a good oggle, one he couldn’t resist in the heat of the moment. It even made him pop about a quarter of a chub, but the swimmer pretended not to notice his partially erect member. Guess she has two pair of puffy lips… “Is your sister a seal too?” he asked jokingly when she went on to say that she wanted to do a flip with the bottle. While she managed to succeed, to some degree, the suntan oil container landing on her ample bosom, where she quickly caught it before it fell and potentially spilled its contents all over the wooden boardwalks beneath their feet. “Ooooh~!” His attempt to clap was as she did her curtsy in practice more a light tapping on the wrist of the hand that held his drink. While impressed, he wasn’t about to spill his cold orange soda in celebratory fashion. “I’m sure you’ll be the star act in the big top someday, Akari,” he said as he chuckled alongside her giggle. Mimicking her action with a swig of his own glass, his eyebrows rose and arched slightly as she more or less made him a bet to take him up on his offer if he could do what she could not. “Not making it easy for me, huh? Nice.” With playful sarcasm and a slight smirk, he lifted the bottle up to eye level after she had handed it back to him. Even a complete novice like himself could tell this wouldn’t be easy. The bottle was pretty unbalanced, being mostly bottom-heavy, with most of its oily content having sunk down into the lower half. Nothing ventured was nothing gained, however, so he was giving it a shot. Attempting to take a similar pose to the one Akari had used, he arched his back slightly and spread his legs, planting his feet as firmly as possible on the ground. It certainly wasn’t easy and it took more than one or two attempts to place the bottle on his nose without it immediately tipping over to one side or another. Since he wasn’t planning on doing this all day -- and he presumed that neither was she -- he’d have to try and do it in one go. Lowering his head slowly and just a little, he then jerked his head backward, though probably a tad too hard as a jolt of pain rushed through his neck. The bottle was launched almost straight up into the air. It was just a couple of inches at best and the container was turning too slowly to make a proper flip, not even managing to get halfway through before gravity kicked in. Stumbling a bit, Makoto did, however, manage to snatch it from the air before it potentially poked him in the eye. That would have been unpleasant, to say the least. “I’d probably drop out of clown school,” he told her with a grin after he’d stabilized himself and stood back upright in a normal pose. “Guess no suntan rub fun for me. There go my hopes and dreams of laying my hands on the hotest girl on the track and field team!” Taking note of the beach parasol the track and field member had acquired, the pair set off to find a place to sit on the beach. After walking along the area furthest from the water, they eventually entered a less crowded area. It was a bit of a walk from here to get back to the boardwalk, the stands, and even the vending machines, so it made sense that there weren’t many around this part. After setting up the parasol to provide a bit of shade, they tossed out their beach towels, not wanting to burn their pert bottoms on the already scorching hot sand. With the suntan oil bottle in hand, he popped open the orange cap and gave it a firm squeeze, squirting some of the thick, white substance onto the palm of his hand before applying it to his arm.

Speaking of which, I had been tossing around some ideas for a school staff member, namely a male school nurse and psychologist that was hired as part of a failed government plan to figure out why teens aren't having sex and try and get them to start having (more) sex, with the idea that it will boost child birth rates in the long run. Thsre's some fun to be had there, like him handing out sex toys or giving some "hands on" sex E.D. lessons.

I'm fine with either option or a mix of both, as long as we don't start confusing the timeline. ^^

Yes, will the nut potentially become the seed of a new life or is it destined to be nothing more than the main ingredient of a creampie?

You know darn well why, you post harlot!

Personally, I blame Gard. :^)

I sometimes feel like I'm not being descriptive enough in posts. Will have to work on that.

@Lynnette Hey, my eyes are up here! He bit his tongue, restraining himself from throwing the words out jokingly as he noticed Akari giving his magic Johnson a quick inspection before the match. While Makoto was a bit more of a grower than a shower, he'd say it was about average in length in its current flaccid form. Don't quote him on that though as that pure speculation on his part -- and he had the Google search history to prove it! He had to admit he felt just a wee bit self-conscious about being checked out by the track and field member. Maybe it was because she dated Yuuto, even if it was for a pretty brief period? He honestly couldn’t say… Come on, think of math or something else boring! Now is not the time to boot up the lightsaber, young Padawang! With that in mind, he tried to keep the tingle of embarrassed excitement from pitching a beach pole. Meanwhile, Akari called out to one of her fellow track & field members in an attempt to get their volleyball doubles match going, but Yui would have none of it, rejecting the offer more than clearly. Seeing that they would be coming up short in players, she suggested they get some drinks, instead. "Yeah, sure. Now that I think about it, I haven’t had anything since we landed at the airport," One of the principal rules of any sport was to stay well hydrated. The sun was also quite brutal already, raising the temperature well above the required minimum for prancing about outside naked. "Your treat, huh? How could I possibly say no then?" With a chuckle and a slight grin on his face, they set off towards the small row of stands that hugged the edge of the beach, lined up along the wooden boardwalks that all lead further into the resort and to the hotel. Some only sold food or drinks, some both, and others a variety of other goods, such as suntan oil. "Crap, I forgot to put on suntan before heading out," Makoto said as they stood in front of a stand to order some drinks, the overhanging roof providing them with a bit of shade to shelter from the sun. "Guess you wouldn’t happen to have any on you I could borrow?" He was joking, of course, seeing as they were both without any pockets or bags currently to put stuff in. "Mind holding my drink while I buy a bottle real quick? I’ll rub some on your back if you haven’t applied any yet either. My treat." And with a playful wink, he jogged the short distance to another nearby stand that sold suntan oil. Returning shortly after with a deep blue plastic bottle with a bright orange cap in hand, he took his drink off her hands with the other. "Thanks for waiting. Cheers!" Lightly tapping his chilly glass of soda against hers, he took a good swig and felt instantly refreshed. "Ah~ That hits the spot!"

As long as it's not in front, huh?

Like they say: tomboy is best boy girl.

For once I'm not last to join the fray!

"Dude... Are you still pouting?" The question was directed at Makoto Matsumoto, who was sitting on one of the benches inside one of the changing rooms the boys of the group could use. If the sight of an eighteen-year-old young man pouting like a small child was not a strange enough sight for you, then just imagine if he was also buck naked, with a physique that was anything but childish, consisting out of tightly packed muscle -- fruits of a practiced passion for swimming. The pouty swim club member in question gave no verbal response to his friend and fellow club member, but instead pouted even more intensely, arms folded across his chest. “Yuuto, just leave him be,” said their club leader and team captain with a sigh as he packed away the last of his clothes. “He’s just having a bit of a fit over his fetish.” “It’s not a fetish!” Makoto blurted out, sounding a little annoyed. Having jumped to his feet, he pointed right at the captain and proclaimed with vigor and a twinkle in his eyes, “Seeing girls in swimsuits is like looking at art! Especially racing swimsuits! The way the tightly woven fabric clings to their bodies and accentuates every-” “-Whoa, time out there, Makoto!” the other member, Yuuto, quickly interjected. It wouldn’t have been the first time their ace had gone off on a tangent about the topic. Aside from competitive swimming, it was about the one thing that could rile up an otherwise relaxed and easy-going guy. Either one of the two would have made the argument that seeing their female class- and schoolmates completely naked was a way more interesting prospect, but after three years they knew better than to open that can of worms. A few minutes later almost the entire boy’s swim club filed out of the changing room as a group. Some were awkward or embarrassed about being naked, attempting to hide their trunk torpedos behind a beach towel or something else, while others seemed a bit more confident. Makoto, however, walked around like nothing was wrong with the world, seemingly relaxed and his pouty mood having stayed behind in the changing room as a beach towel was casually hanging over one shoulder. ...You’d almost think he’d been to such a place before. Though truth be told, he was just used to being ogled at. Every public match he’d feel their gazes on him and his competitors; the lustful eyes of women, ranging from those his age to adults of various ages. Thirst knew no gender bias in this day and age! I have to admit that it does feel liberating for my manly bits. The boys of the swim club began to splinter off as some joined close(r) friends or just wandered off on their own. Makoto belonged to the latter as he walked off onto the beach to have a good look at the sea. The sparkling water and soft waves were certainly a sight to behold, contrasting nicely with the sandy white beachfront, but it was a bit too early in the day to go in and swim, even on a hot summer day. As his eyes wandered around, he noticed a familiar face nearby, her gaze seemingly drawn towards one of the setup volleyball nets. “Looking to play a match, Akari?” he asked the track and field club member, who also happened to be in the same year and class as him, as he walked up to her. A brief glance was spared at her body beforehand, checking out her assets, from curves to toned muscle. It was an unconscious move, fueled by the raging hormones of puberty. And, to be perfectly honest, curiosity also got the better of him, as even in a tight-fitting track and field competition top and bottom, you could tell she had a nice body. But it was for just a brief moment though, as he reminded himself of the rules in the pamphlet, as well as the hypocrisy of openly ogling someone else when he’d been subjected to it plenty of times. “If we get at least two more people, we could do some classic two’s,” he went on to suggest.

Who cares about sanity when there's stockings involved?

Mama Raikou always gets the blood pumping. Especially in certain areas of the body.

I feel this is the start of a degenerate beautiful friendship.

Hey, Gard. Good to see you join us, mai friendo!