/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>46839973
Enje AVs when?

>>46815249
not until I see an ange adult video

>>40186634
unless you are flippant good looking ex-soldier

>>35031458
>>35031469
here's an old snippet I found.



“Little lady, I’m back. Did you miss me?”

Amakusa Juuza’s annoyingly laid-back voice spread through the hotel suite as he came through the door. Setting his bulky briefcase down by the couch, the former mercenary-turned bodyguard habitually scanned the living room area for any signs of entry.

“Of course. I was beginning to worry that I’d actually get some peace and quiet.”

In response to his flippant call came the aloof voice of his ever-moody client echoing from the bedroom area. Hearing her words, he could already picture the disgruntled look on her otherwise pretty features. Smirking to himself, he continued his little banter as he made his way towards the source of her voice.

“Ouch, how harsh. And here I was just trying to keep things fun.”

Arriving at the bedroom door, he rudely opened it without knocking, only to find an unexpected sight awaiting him.
In the middle of the room stood a large king size bed, upon which lay Ange Ushiromiya, 18-year-old heiress to the Ushiromiya conglomerate, all-time grouch, and the one currently paying his bills. As expected, the little rich girl’s expression was one of annoyed disinterest as she spread out on the bed, not even bothering to look up at him as she poured over the ornate looking diary she was holding. It was a familiar sight; one he’d grown accustomed to over the last several days on the run together. However, there was one key difference today, and it lay in the young woman’s state of dress.

“Phew~ I didn’t realize we were trying out some Cool Biz this afternoon.”

The snarky man gave an appreciative whistle at the sight of his charge, who was currently dressed in nothing but a set of elegant looking undergarments.

Ange said nothing in response to his jibe, though her eyebrows gave a slight twitch as she turned the page in her book. Unfettered by the cold shoulder, the silver-haired guard made his way to the side of the bed, looking down at the young woman as she continued to read in silence. It really was quite a sight to see. While the young miss’s personality could most gently be described as “standoffish”, her figure was almost enough to make up for it.
Plump thighs leading into wide hips clad in a pair of thin black panties. Those hips then tapered into an equally thin waistline that would put hourglasses to shame. And looming over that was a pair of immense breasts half-encased in a lacy pink-and-black bra. Said bra featured no shoulder straps, leaving the ample globes to support themselves as they jutted prominently from her torso, casting a steep shadow beneath.
Having finished giving her form an adequate once-over, Amakusa tore his eyes from his boss’s killer rack and spoke up once more.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little too defenseless here?”

Again Ange’s eyebrows twitched, and at last she looked up at him wearing a look of obvious annoyance.

“Says the bodyguard who goes out on his own while leaving his employer defenseless. What would happen if the Sumadera’s stormed in while you were away?”

But Amakusa wasn’t fazed by her accusation, looking back at her with a cocky grin.

“Well then, I suppose the little miss would get to enjoy a nice car trip in her breezy undies.”

Evidently not amused by his little joke, Ange once more turned her gaze to the diary in front of her.

"My clothes are in the wash right now and I don't feel like going through my luggage to get another set."

“Little lady, I’m back. Did you miss me?”

Amakusa Juuza’s annoyingly laid-back voice spread through the hotel suite as he came through the door. Setting his bulky briefcase down by the couch, the former mercenary-turned bodyguard habitually scanned the living room area for any signs of entry.

“Of course. I was beginning to worry that I’d actually get some peace and quiet.”

In response to his flippant call came the aloof voice of his ever-moody client echoing from the bedroom area. Hearing her words, he could already picture the disgruntled look on her otherwise pretty features. Smirking to himself, he continued his little banter as he made his way towards the source of her voice.

“Ouch, how harsh. And here I was just trying to keep things fun.”

Arriving at the bedroom door, he rudely opened it without knocking, only to find an unexpected sight awaiting him.
In the middle of the room stood a large king size bed, upon which lay Ange Ushiromiya, 18-year-old heiress to the Ushiromiya conglomerate, all-time grouch, and the one currently paying his bills. As expected, the little rich girl’s expression was one of annoyed disinterest as she spread out on the bed, not even bothering to look up at him as she poured over the ornate looking diary she was holding. It was a familiar sight; one he’d grown accustomed to over the last several days on the run together. However, there was one key difference today, and it lay in the young woman’s state of dress.

“Phew~ I didn’t realize we were trying out some Cool Biz this afternoon.”

The snarky man gave an appreciative whistle at the sight of his charge, who was currently dressed in nothing but a set of elegant looking undergarments.

Ange said nothing in response to his jibe, though her eyebrows gave a slight twitch as she turned the page in her book. Unfettered by the cold shoulder, the silver-haired guard made his way to the side of the bed, looking down at the young woman as she continued to read in silence. It really was quite a sight to see. While the young miss’s personality could most gently be described as “standoffish”, her figure was almost enough to make up for it.
Plump thighs leading into wide hips clad in a pair of thin black panties. Those hips then tapered into an equally thin waistline that would put hourglasses to shame. And looming over that was a pair of immense breasts half-encased in a lacy pink-and-black bra. Said bra featured no shoulder straps, leaving the ample globes to support themselves as they jutted prominently from her torso, casting a steep shadow beneath.
Having finished giving her form an adequate once-over, Amakusa tore his eyes from his boss’s killer rack and spoke up once more.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little too defenseless here?”

Again Ange’s eyebrows twitched, and at last she looked up at him wearing a look of obvious annoyance.

“Says the bodyguard who goes out on his own while leaving his employer defenseless. What would happen if the Sumadera’s stormed in while you were away?”

But Amakusa wasn’t fazed by her accusation, looking back at her with a cocky grin.

“Well then, I suppose the little miss would get to enjoy a nice car trip in her breezy undies.”

Evidently not amused by his little joke, Ange once more turned her gaze to the diary in front of her.

"My clothes are in the wash right now and I don't feel like going through my luggage to get another set."