<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/riku_zpsi7fmnqcu.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: large;">Fukui Riku</span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=237289.msg11683867#msg11683867)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Birdie<br/><hr/>Riku chuckled Torikai's first little joke aside, "He he, yes it would be problematic for you to come to Tokyo flying naked."<br/><br/>He was less prepared for the outrageous preposition that slipped from her lips moments after. At best Riku had looked forward to the moment where he would get to take her measurements through clothes. This was beyond what he was prepared to handle. The word 'naked' just swirled in his head along with little Torikai birds as he spaced out. He could hardly catch her follow up replies to his offer about taking care of the dishes. "N-naked? I..." Riku stuttered in answer, his earlier confidence blown away into some distant land and replaced by a nervous blush. There was no need for her to be naked, and if he was to be a proper host he should refuse and correct her, but... Riku licked his lips as his lustful gaze swept again over the feathered beauty. He could get to see Torikai-chan without any clothes. He could get to see a real monster girl naked. Despite having just cleared his thoughts, Riku felt again pressure gathering up in his tight pants. Although his long skirt like shirt hid it perfectly, the tell tale signs of Riku's arousal could be read on his face as he winced from the discomfort.<br/><br/>Trying to make it seem like this was the normal order of business, Riku made an attempt at a regular smile and answered, "Y-yes. I-I guess you would need to t-take it all off to make it easier for meaa. Ehe-hehe... Yes. It'll be very much... necessary. T-t-thank you for the reward in advance." It was no good. Riku knew exactly how dirty minded he seemed all blushed and fidgeting around, but it was not like he could think of a non weird answer to such an... offer.<br/><br/>When in doubt, laugh it off. Riku tried it, but he couldn't help but sound forced. "Ahaha... I'm glad you like the food," he relplied. Riku had caught where her eyes went, but didn't want to risk it seeing how dangerous topics Torikai was brushing over on her on without any provocation. Acknowledging her comment as possible flirt would not be smart. However, accepting her offer about the plates was. Still, Riku was a bit worried how she could actually handle them with those fluffy wings. "Are you sure you can take care of them? If you need help, don't hesitate to shout and call me back here, but... umm... if you could take care of them then that'd be a great help, thanks," Riku said, managing a little bit of a real untroubled smile into his reply despite the topic and thoughts haunting him at the moment.<br/><br/>"I'm about done, so...   I'll be in my room preparing. You can come whenever you're ready," he said. Realizing just how much it sounded like he was inviting her to come sex him in his room, Riku couldn't manage to keep eye contact all the way through. He laid his chopsticks on the bowl and stood up to leave. Riku almost whispered when excusing himself, "Thanks for the food." He fiddled with the hem of his shirt to conceal his effort for pulling it down and escaped with quick strides from the table. Riku went straight into his room, leaving the door ajar so she could follow later.<br/><br/>There wasn't exactly time to take care of his growing problem here and so the moment Riku got into his room he pulled his pants down, bit down and pushed his still half flaccid dick against his tummy. With some tape he made sure it couldn't grow too much from there nor would it show if it did. "...Okay, stay strong Riku," mumbled Riku to himself as he moved to open a several meters wide mirror cabinet's sliding doors. Riku rolled it all open, revealing half a room long row filled with cosplays from most basic maid outfits to replicas of the most obscure anime character's clothes. All for made by him and for himself. In the very end of the room was a wide workdesk with a high tech sewing machine and a few individual outfits laying on the table there, waiting to be finished.<br/><br/>With the measuring tape in hand Riku went to sit at his desk and wait nervously. In truth there wasn't much he needed to prepare, or at least he could not remember what it was that he was supposed to have prepared for. All the tools were here, only the model was missing, and maybe Riku's focus. He just couldn't shed from his mind the idea of a naked Torikai. "Cmon, calm down... calm down..." he chanted, rocking back and forth on his chair as he waited for Torikai to arrive.