Hanako Fancopter One-Shots/Misc. Stuff (8/18/20--Naughty Hanako Double Feature)

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Re: Hanako Fancopter One-Shots/Misc. Stuff (4/26/20--Contest Fic "A Lighter Touch")

Post by Hanako Fancopter » Tue Aug 18, 2020 8:12 pm

And here's the other one. This one is an "edgy Hanako" take. She joins the esteemed ranks of Lilly and Rika. Eventually I'll make them all evil...

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An Evening Rendezvous (Naomi x Natsume x ...Hisao?) [Slight lewd warning]
Mother Knows Best (Hisao x Meiko) [Lewd warning]
A Very Unusual Friendship (Lilly x Hanako) [Lewd warning]
A Friendly Competition (Misha x Shizune) [Lewd warning]
Snowed In (Hisao x Hanako) [Not lewd! For once! At least not explicitly so >.>]
Morning Stretches (Emi x Rin + special guest appearance) [Lewd! We back at it!]
Locked In (Hisao x Hanako + bonus pairing) [Snowed In follow-up; A little lewd, only a little]
In The Moment (Rika x Saki) [Lewd warning]
The Student Council Shuffle (Multiple pairings!) [Not lewd!]
Undercover (Miki x Suzu) [Lewd warning]
Lilly's Day Off (Lilly x ???)
Overnighter (Shizune x Miki) [Not lewd]
Working Women (Akira x Yuuko) [Lewd!] [Thanks to MoashLannister for this title]
An Unusual Family (Lilly x Hisao x Hanako) [Very Unusual Friendship follow-up; very lewd]
Operation Bedfellow (Kenji x Rin) [Non-lewd]
Flights of Fancy (Misha x Rin) [No lewd I promise]
An Unexpected Development (Lilly x Hanako x Hisao) ["Evil Lilly" story--big smut/edge warning]
An Intimate Game (Mutou x Shizune) [Not lewd... or is it?]
High Stakes (Aoi x Keiko x Misha) [Medium lewd]
A Most Unorthodox Christmas (Evil Lilly part 4--I think if there is a part 5 they may need their own thread) [Lewd with BONUS ART]
The Last Stand (Lilly x Kenji) [Lewd]
A Hearty Rivalry (Meiko vs Lilly) [Non lewd]
A Lighter Touch (Shizune & Hisao vs Lilly) [Non lewd]
Prying Eyes (Lilly x Hisao x Hanako) [Lewd]
Bitter Spirits (Hanako x Hisao w/ mystery guest appearance) [Very lewd]

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Bitter Spirits

Jazz music tinkled into the room as Hanako stirred her drink. She’d bounced between most of the bars on this side of the city over the past few years, but between phases of exploration, she always found herself settling back into this one. Something about it just felt too familiar to ignore. One shot to start, then a beer to chase it. She could feel the stirrings of a buzz as she took her first sip from the cocktail in front of her. Nothing brought Hanako comfort like this practiced routine.

The cocktail was half empty when she noticed the man eyeing her from down the bar. She looked into her drink, letting her hair hide her scars. When she finished the drink, his voice spoke up from the stool next to her.

“Let me get the next one?”

Hanako knew it was the same man without having to look up. The next drink slid in front of her and she tipped it back gratefully. As she did so, her hair fell back to reveal the scars. No gasp, no shock, no sound of the stool being pushed back as the man got up, nothing like that. Every time Hanako came this close to wishing that one of them would, but they never did. All the scars ever got was the briefest of pauses before things continued. They weren’t interested in her face. They didn’t care.

“So, uh, you alone?” the man asked her. Awkward, but confident. Direct.

Hanako gave him a shy smile, sizing him up. Tall. Large, but not fat. Leather jacket, like something out of an American motorcycle rally. He might have looked a bit silly if he weren’t so totally and fully self-assured.

She picked up her glass and stood up, walking the familiar path over to the pool table. He followed like an obedient puppy. Half of her felt disgust at the ease with which she could navigate these interactions. The men were so predictable once she finally learned to stop fearing them, a fear that alcohol had helped her to conquer. The other half of her knew that if she deviated at any point from this little dance, the man would toss her aside like a used condom, that he’d go right back to fishing for his next catch without giving her a second glance.

Hanako had what he wanted. She needed what he had.

The cue ball rolled forward into a good enough break, considering how tipsy she was. The man gave her some irrelevant compliment or another. Hanako said nothing, only sparing him the occasional glance. He played along happily, making an occasional remark, but mostly content to match her silence. The drinks ran dry. The man bought more. The balls dwindled. Even in her increasingly drunken state, Hanako managed to pull out a win. She’d been to this bar a lot. She had a lot of practice.

Another compliment from the man, this one laced with a hint of surprise. Probably not used to losing to a girl, at anything. Hanako didn’t care. It was just something to do. The room swayed around her. She turned to the man and wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up into his eyes expectantly. He leaned down to kiss her and their bodies pressed together. The spinning in her head accelerated, forming a pit of anticipation deep in her stomach. Hanako lead him back to the bar and tapped its surface.

The bartender brought her another shot. He paid.

The ride to her place was an exhilarating whirl of lights and wind as she held onto his torso, riding behind him on his motorbike. The two-wheeled vehicle was a nice change from the salarymen that Hanako usually picked up. This guy might be a salaryman too, she had no idea, but at least he was trying a bit harder than most. He half-carried her up the stairs. Hanako was very drunk, but she still played it up a bit. She wanted him to take the lead; to take her.

Her jacket and shirt were off nearly as soon as they got inside. Hanako stumbled through her little two-room apartment, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. She fell onto the mattress and he fell atop her, so eager to have her that he hadn’t attended to any of his own clothes. Those steadily came off as he pressed his face into hers, their mouths joined in a desperate exchange. Hanako clutched at his broad shoulders and torso, just as he squeezed at her bottom and bared breasts.

Then he was done exploring her body, just as rapidly as he’d started. They’d both been waiting for this. No point delaying it with any more formalities. She unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down to her knees along with her panties; he did the rest, dropping his own pants and taking her right there on the edge of the bed. Hanako closed her eyes and bit her lip as he slid in, quickly losing herself in the heady haze of alcohol, pleasure, and her partner’s rhythm.

The man grunted and groaned as he had his way. Hanako gripped the sheets when he pulled her legs apart, then held them up over his shoulders. Her face burned nearly as hot as her nethers, her body swelling and pulsing with the sensation of him slamming down deep inside. She came. He took hold of her hips and flipped her over, putting her onto her stomach with her legs hanging to the floor. She bit into the bed as he pushed her down and fucked her like a bitch in heat. Hanako shuddered and shook as his hips smacked loudly against her ass. She came again.

When it was done he laid atop her for a while, savoring his conquest. His breath felt hot on her neck and shoulders as he stroked her scars tenderly. Hanako could do little more than let out the occasional sigh, her mind and body spent by the experience. He’d been good. She wasn’t satisfied, but… right now, she could just exist. That was enough.

In the morning, he was gone. That was good too. Hanako didn’t like making them leave. She checked her phone. 4 missed calls from work. She listened to enough of the voicemail to figure out that she was fired, then hung up. A trip to the bathroom, a handful of pills—one for the morning after, the rest for her headache—and a glass of water, then back to bed. She didn’t feel like moving today.

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Hanako fumbled for her phone in the darkness as it beeped and buzzed. She’d slept through the day. No idea what time it was. She tried to slap the “dismiss” button. Apparently she missed, because instead the stupid thing played its message.

“Hi Hanako, it’s me,” Hisao’s voice said in the recording. “I’m in town for a spot of business this week, and I thought maybe you’d like… to meet up? Just call or text if you’re free. If you’re busy, I get it.”

Her finger hovered over the “delete” button.

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Hisao was too dressed up for the little dive bar. His formal attire stuck out like a sore thumb in here. Maybe he’d come straight from some work thing or another. The redness in his face suggested otherwise. Maybe she should’ve put on some makeup. Hanako used to think it mattered to men whether she painted over her scars or not. Now she knew better. Really, it was stupid for her to think Hisao might be different, just because they were each other’s first. He wasn’t. She knew that.

They sat and drank.

He told her about this thing and that. Work, travel. The niceties of life. Things Hanako didn’t have. His words slipped through her like sand through a sieve, carrying no weight or permanence. She had nothing to tell him in return. There was no conversation, so they had more drinks. They tried to play pool. Unlike with last night’s man, Hanako couldn’t even bring herself to go through the motions. Her insides felt sour. She dropped the cue mid-game and walked out to his car.

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When they got inside, Hanako stepped over to the sink and poured them a couple shots first thing. She wasn’t drunk enough yet. Hisao shook his head when she offered him his. She shrugged and downed it herself. He said something that she didn’t hear. She’d already gone to the bedroom. Hisao sat down next to her on the bare mattress, quiet and uncomfortable. That was good. Hanako preferred him that way.

It took him a few minutes of awkward silence to get started. He wasn’t like the man from last night. Hisao’s hand started first on her knee, then slowly crept up her thigh. Hanako leaned into him and he wrapped an arm carefully around her waist. Despite everything, his body felt nice next to hers. She rested her head on his shoulder for a bit while he felt her, slowly getting more adventurous. His hands didn’t excite her, the way they groped and pinched. It just felt needy.

Hanako grew impatient. Even after all these years, Hisao was still no bolder than he’d been back in that dorm room at Yamaku. If she let him, he would just sit here squeezing her boobs through her shirt all night long. She’d have to be the one to take the initiative. Hisao might not have learned much in that respect but Hanako had. She took his hand in one of hers and pulled her shirt up with the other, pressing his fingers hard against her chest. Then she kissed him, not with passion, but with force.

The aggression caused Hisao to lean over until he fell onto his back, Hanako laying halfway atop his torso as she continued to attack his face with hers. His chest swelled and his hands clutched harder. It was working; Hisao was fighting back. He gave Hanako’s crotch a quick grasp before fumbling with her zipper. She sat up and pulled the rest of her clothes off, then swung one leg over his lap and straddled him. Now she was buck naked while he hadn’t undone a single button. Hardly seemed fair.

As if sensing the disparity, Hisao started unbuttoning his stuffy shirt while she took care of his pants. Hanako was disappointed, but not entirely surprised, to see that he was still mostly flaccid. Seventeen different pills with whiskey dick poured on top, that could be rough. His face, already red, flushed even deeper and he looked aside, refusing to meet Hanako’s eyes. That was fine with her. She gave it some strokes to little response. Sighing in annoyance, Hanako dropped to her knees and took the head in her mouth, teasing at it gently to gauge his response.

It took a bit of patience but slowly Hanako felt him start to stiffen up. She put one hand on his knee to steady herself and held his shaft with the other, then started to bob her head. Slowly at first, then a bit faster. Hisao moaned from further up the mattress. He stretched and throbbed in her warm grasp, as if trying to reach up into her. Hanako slowed and shifted, holding him still in her lips before suddenly pushing up or down, enjoying the little squirms and gasps it brought. She wouldn’t let him come quickly. Oh no, she—

A loud ringtone split the room as Hisao’s phone went off. Classical music, but still sudden enough that Hanako had to stop herself from biting. Hisao let out a hiss as her teeth grazed him. Hanako froze in place as the grating little piece played on through the phone’s tinny speaker, squeezing Hisao’s knee to signal her frustration. At last it stopped… and then Hisao spoke.

“H-hi honey, sorry, no, no no, I didn’t forget to call—I know, it’s just, this w-work meeting ran late, and…”

He blathered on, stammering out this excuse and that. Hanako was stunned for a moment, unsure what to think. Then she decided that it was impressive—ballsy, even. Hisao was telling her that she wasn’t even important enough to skip a call from the blind bitch, not even with his dick in her mouth. Part of her seethed with hatred at that, but that was the part of her long drowned in booze and pounded down in bed. The bigger part of her could appreciate the sentiment.

Hanako could play this game. She resumed sucking on him, harder and faster than before. Now the game wasn’t to tease, but to force a reaction. She took her hand off his balls and put it on his other knee, forcing her head down further until she felt Hisao pressing into her throat. It wasn’t pleasant, but she was drunk, and it wasn’t like Hanako hadn’t had bigger. Her renewed assault brought results almost right away as his voice hitched and paused.

“…yeah I’m here, just taking a drink of water, that’s all… ahh… th-that’s good, and everything good with… yeah…”

Fuck it. Now Hanako wanted to see his face. She pulled up and stood over him. His face laid buried halfway into the pillow, phone held to his exposed ear, hand over his eyes. He peeked out between two fingers at her, visibly relaxing at the realization that she’d stopped. Fuck that, Hanako thought. Hisao didn’t get off that easy. She climbed up onto his torso then leaned back and sat down onto him with practiced ease.

“Hnnghh!… nn… nah, h-hiccups… water went down wrong…”

Hanako leaned forward and planted her hands on his chest, savoring his shame as she started to ride him. His poor little heart was pounding a mile a minute, skipping a beat every now and then. She could feel it under her right hand. Could Lilly ever make it go this fast, Hanako wondered? Probably not. Maybe at first… not for years, now. She’d grown fat from childrearing and homemaking, her once-luscious figure stretched out and bloated.

That was why Hisao came to her, of course. This was the one thing she could give him that Lilly couldn’t—a tight body and a nice fuck. That was her worth, and Hanako was happy to play it for its value. Hisao was stumbling on every other word now, struggling to stay coherent, fishing for an excuse to end the call. He clearly hadn’t expected her to do this. Hanako laid down atop him and rested her head next to his, listening to her old friend’s voice over the call, even as her hips kept at their work.

“My my, are you quite sure you’re feeling alright? If you’re coming down with something, there’s no need to—”

“…I’m j-just trying to keep up with th-this meeting, that’s a-all, it’s… l-long day… tell kids I said…”

“Don’t worry, dear, I’ll tell them you love them. Get some rest, okay? I love you.”

“…l-l-love you too…” Hisao choked out, mashing the “end call” button right after.

He still hid his face from Hanako beneath his other hand, refusing to look at her as his breaths quickly grew ragged. The phone had distracted him enough to keep his climax in check—now that he’d thrown that aside, he wouldn’t hold out much longer. Hanako embraced him and planted a deep kiss as she felt him start to twitch and jerk inside of her. She held him like that after it was done, forcing him to accept her for a little longer even after her purpose was served.

Eventually Hisao’s heartrate steadied enough that he could push Hanako off of him. She laid close to him on the mattress, one leg wrapped stubbornly around his torso. Hisao pushed that off, too, and got up. He always wanted to shower right after sex. Hanako gave him a glare that he didn’t see, having already made his way into the bathroom. She walked into the stall after him as the warm water began to run.

He still wouldn’t look at her. Hanako wrapped her arms around him from behind and rested her head on his back.

“Hanako…” he started.

But he had nothing else to say. They stood like that, the shower running down them. Hisao let her wash him. He took his turn with her body next, cleaning her scars meticulously. She’d skipped a few treatments with her lotion recently. Maybe more than a few, she realized, as Hisao rubbed soap across one crack after another, or peeled away another loose tag of dead flesh. It was hard to keep up with the places on her back that she couldn’t see or reach.

By the time he was done, he was almost hard again. Hanako grabbed him and massaged him the rest of the way there. He put up no resistance. She stood and leaned forward into the wall, obediently planting her feet apart while he fucked her again. This time was nothing like the night’s first. It was silent apart from the occasional slap of their wet skin, perfunctory and routine. No tension, no real release. Just going through the motions again, like the pool table at the bar.

They cleaned up again and dried each other. Hisao started putting his clothes on. Hanako sat on the bed, pouting, stubbornly staying naked. Normally he stayed the night. Punishment for her stunt during the phone call, she thought bitterly. That was fine. It was worth it. She followed him to the door. When he turned back, Hanako pressed herself suddenly into him and went for another kiss. He pushed her face aside, clearly annoyed by the advance.

“Look, Hanako, I—I need to go, okay?”

She glared.

“Just… not tonight, okay? Next time? Alright?”

Conceding defeat, Hanako pulled away, ready to let him leave. She went to the sink to pour herself a shot, expecting to hear the door close behind Hisao as he stepped outside. When it didn’t, she turned back to see him surveying the front room of the apartment, as if seeing it for the first time. It had only a single chair and an unused TV sitting on the floor. Dirty glasses, empty bottles, and half-eaten takeout littered the space.

“Hanako, do you need any… help?” Hisao suggested tenderly.

She responded by downing her shot and staring defiantly, waiting for him to get out. He gave her a sad look and left. Hanako picked up the bottle and drank another portion straight from it, the burn of the liquor matching the hot anger she felt in her gut. Even now, Hisao still thought he had any right to judge her, after all of the shit… the way he’d used her, the way he kept using her, treating her like his broken little sex kitten.

Maybe that was what she was. Hanako didn’t care, she thought. Hisao could go fuck himself and so could everyone else. One day Lilly would find out he was still screwing her and then they’d see who was judging who. Hanako took her bottle to bed, planning to nurse it until she passed out. She pulled her laptop up and flipped it open. The internet felt nearly as worthless as the stupid TV in the front room. Nothing worth looking at.

Rent was still a problem. She’d be three months overdue next week. Hanako opened her bank account. A little over five thousand yen. That wouldn’t even cover her alcohol budget for long, never mind her rent. She sighed in exasperation. Even if she somehow found a new job tomorrow, it wouldn’t be nearly enough. Unless… maybe… no. Or well… why not? At this point, why not?

Hanako took another swig and typed “escort agency” into the search bar. She’d looked at enough porn to know that exoticism sold. Surely there’d be scores of foreign businessmen interested in a woman with a body as unique as hers…
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Re: Hanako Fancopter One-Shots/Misc. Stuff (8/18/20--Naughty Hanako Double Feature)

Post by Xeraeo » Tue Aug 18, 2020 10:00 pm

Ow. That hurt to read, man.

Seriously though, very well written. I can't quite say I enjoyed it, per se, but I was certainly immersed. I feel like this is a totally valid way of seeing how things could have gone. Not all endings are happy ones. Hanako's self-hating and self-destructive tendencies could totally have spiraled into something like this after high school, given the wrong circumstances.

I didn't see her as evil, exactly, although her motivations were certainly not good. More just- broken. More broken than she ever was in the VN. Someone with nothing to live for. It's a scary pit to see, because any one of us can fall into it. It's good to have a window into that potential, sometimes, so that it can scare the hell out of us, in a literal sense. Thanks for doing that so effectively here.

I haven't read much of your stuff before, but I'll have to go through and give your library some time. I'm not a huge fan of the VERY LEWD category in KS fics outside of good context, but I can stomach it if it's not the only focus of the story.
Girls: Emi=Hanako=Lilly>Shizune=Rin
Routes: Lilly=Emi>Hanako>Rin>Shizune

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My projects here:
Rebound - A Post Lilly NE Epilogue / Iwanako Story
To Miss the Mark - An OC Pseudo-Route (Hitomi)

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