<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/63/64/62/636462f5accb64ce10d73af3fec11718.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Bertholt Hashimoto</span></span><br/><em>Human Samurai of the Order of the Warrior</em><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1294841)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Resort Town --> Employment Office<br/><strong>Accommodations:</strong>Orange<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Fukuju, Melody;<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Still getting a job;<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The samurai found Fukuju a bit perplexing.  Hadn't she just promised to leave Melody alone?  She had.  But here she was, kissing the blonde beauty again.  It irritated the samurai, because the sight of the two buxom women kissing stirred his passions.  Hashimoto stared down at Fukuju's rear, and he bit his lip fantasizing about cramming his engorged member into her backside right then and there.  He also envisioned himself wedging his thick cock between their kissing mouths...  Biting his bottom lip, the samurai let his swordhand graze Fukuju's buttocks, as was his want.  But Melody then left, and the samurai's heady daydreams ended.<br/><br/>"...  Of course I will come," the samurai finally replied, staring at Fukuju's verdant curves.  "I wouldn't miss it."  The samurai did not know whether Fukuju had a bikini.  But the harpy had said that some contestants did not need to wear bikinis--just some cloth.  The idea of Fukuju in just stockings and a hat made him so hard.   "What did you intend to wear?" he asked finally.<br/>