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Hai Step Jun

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… a 1985 TV series with character designs by Kazuo Komatsubara has been added to Patreon.

[showamagicalgirls]

Some people consider Hai Step Jun (はーいステップジュン) to be a Showa era magical girl story. Of course there’s no magic, but, then again, there’s no magic per se in Cutie Honey (キューティハニー) or Miracle Girl Limit-chan (ミラクル少女リミットちゃん). Both of those characters from the Toei Majokko Series were technology-based, which is closer to Jun, whose advanced intelligence allows her to work with machinery, perhaps nearly to the point of being analogous to magic.

I guess for me, I consider Jun to be magical girl-adjacent, but I love the way it forces me to think deeply about the boundaries of the genre.

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"Bin Kan! Mechanic" - Hai Step Jun - March 10, 1985

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Various toys with gum including Step Jun, Landsurf Buggy, and Gold Lightan.

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TXT MOST MEMORABLE SEX – Story #2: YEONJUN

A new story/member every Monday between September 16-October 28, 2024. Click here to view the posting schedule.

Story: Yeonjun's adopted cousin rides him in a barn.

Type: MEDIUM/UNCONVENTIONAL

Content: Standing, Riding, Sex in a barn

Word Count: 2,767

Members: Yeonjun

Story #2: YEONJUN

Yeonjun had an uncle who owned a dairy farm in the Korean countryside. Every summer for as long as he could remember he spent some time on the farm with his family.

When he became an adult – and an idol – long summer breaks were no longer an option. But since the uncle's wife had passed away, Yeonjun made it a point to visit and help out at least a few times a year.

On this hot August day, he was high up on a ladder outside the uncle's barn. He was wearing light blue suspenders over a white t-shirt, and had a bucket of red paint hanging on a hook beside him.

Yeonjun was deep in his own thoughts while he painted the exterior of the large structure, but was abruptly pulled back to reality when a car approached from behind. He turned to look, and saw a pickup truck racing down a gravel road leading through a fence and up to the main house. It stopped just a stone throw away from Yeonjun on the ladder.

“How's it going?” his uncle asked and waved when he stepped out of the vehicle. He had a toolbox in one hand, and a plastic bag full of groceries in the other.

“I'm nearly done with this side,” Yeonjun replied and dipped the brush in the bucket. His clothes were stained with paint and a red streak ran across his cheek.

The uncle had a daughter – Ye-jun, Yeonjun's cousin – who stepped out of the passenger side of the truck. She was wearing dark blue overalls but had taken the top down and tied the arms around her waist. Her chest was covered by a tightly fitted white top.

She smiled at Yeonjun on the ladder but didn't say anything as she walked with her father into the house. Yeonjun couldn't help but stare at her perky breasts. There's no way she's wearing a bra under that, he thought.

He continued to work in silence while a song played in his head. He began to hum along to it, until Ye-jun came back out to greet him properly.

“Hey,” she said, looked up, and shaded her eyes with the back of her hand. “Looking good!”

“Hey,” Yeonjun replied. “Thanks. It's not my first paint job.”

Ye-jun smirked. “I didn't mean the wall,” she said and winked at her cousin. ”Dad asked me to come help you. Can I do something?”

Ye-jun was not like other girls. She was a country girl. Not by blood, but by a genuine interest. She was born to live and work on a farm. Now, Yeonjun enjoyed the feeling of being the one to tell her what to do, rather than the other way around the way it usually was when he came to visit.

“You could move the hay in the barn,” he said. “I started earlier but never got to finish.”

Ye-jun smiled, put her hand down and walked around the ladder. She stopped in the large opening leading into the darkness of the structure Yeonjun was working on.

“Aren't you hot?” Ye-jun asked and winked again.

“Insanely,” Yeonjun said and wiped his forehead with his arm.

“Come take a break with me.”

“Later, I promised I would finish this.”

Ye-jun looked around the farmland. “Hey, will you do something for me?” she asked in a lower voice. She had a naughty, playful expression on her face. ”Take off your shirt.”

Yeonjun laughed. He and Ye-jun had always been flirting and loved to tease one another, but nothing had ever happened between them. He knew that the request was meant to embarrass him, to make him uncomfortable. He decided to not let her get to him that way, and to give Ye-jun exactly what she asked for. It was his way of teasing back.

She stood patiently for a few long seconds, waiting for his reaction. She was chewing gum and blew a large, pink bubble. The moment it popped, Yeonjun put the paint brush on the edge of the bucket and pulled down his suspenders. He took the t-shirt off, and confidently maintained eye contact with her down below.

Then Yeonjun pulled the suspenders back up over his bare shoulders. The fabric felt weird when it touched his bare and sweaty skin.

Ye-jun smirked up at him while chewing her gum slowly. She admired his slim and toned figure. But the stare soon became too awkward for Yeonjun, who broke the connection between them by laughing nervously. He wiped his face with the shirt, then tossed it down at her.

“Ew!” she said when she caught it. She immediately dropped it to the ground. “It's soaked!”

Now it was Yeonjun's turn to wink and smirk. “I told you I was hot,” he teased.

Even though the two cousins had grown up together, and seen each other grow into young adults, they were both totally fine with the flirting and sexualizing that had been going on between them at least for the last few years, since Ye-jun's mother passed.

You see, Ye-jun wasn't Yeonjun's natural cousin. She was adopted. Though she'd always been a presence in Yeonjun's life, the fact that they were related only spiritually but not by blood, meant that they both dared to say and do things they otherwise wouldn't have said or done. They would never tell or show the uncle this, and it did indeed feel forbidden and even wrong, but that sort of secrecy and naughtiness only made it all the more exciting.

Ye-jun giggled when she walked away and disappeared into the belly of the barn. Shirtless and sweaty, Yeonjun resumed his duties.

The song in his head had stopped playing. Now, he imagined Ye-jun with her perky breasts in the tight top, forking away at the hay inside the barn. The mental image was an insane turn-on, and he would surely masturbate to the idea before going to sleep tonight.

His horny thoughts were interrupted when the uncle came back out and headed for the truck. “Hey,” he called out to get Yeonjun's attention. “I forgot something in town. I'll be back in twenty, okay?”

“Okay,” Yeonjun replied. He suddenly felt embarrassed after all, just as he knew Ye-jun had wanted him to feel. Sure, it was hot, but why would he suddenly have taken his shirt off when he was nearly done with the wall, and only when his cousin had come out? It wasn't something he usually did.

His uncle didn't question it though. He started the truck, made a hasty u-turn, and drove away through the opening in the fence and down the dirt road. As soon as the sound of the engine and the tires on the gravel disappeared, Ye-jun called from inside.

“Hey Yeonjun,” she shouted. “Get in here!”

Yeonjun was confused. Had something happened? Was she alright, or was this another one of her jokes or tricks? It didn't matter, because if it was either of those he was eager to get to her.

He quickly stopped his work, climbed down the ladder, and jogged to the dark opening of the barn. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the difference in light, but he quickly spotted Ye-jun.

She was seated with her legs crossed on a tightly packed square hay bale, half-way into the belly of the barn. The fork she'd worked with stood beside her, in the pile of hay she'd been separating and moving.

“Come,” she said and smiled. She wasn't in any kind of trouble, which was a relief.

Yeonjun walked over to her and stood in front of her. He struggled to keep his eyes off her chest. “What?” he asked.

Ye-jun held out her hand. “Come closer,” she said.

Yeonjun took another step forward and grabbed the hand. When he did, she un-crossed her legs and yanked his arm until his whole body was standing between her thighs.

As flirty as they had been in the last few years, this was new territorry. Yeonjun had always wondered what Ye-jun felt about him, and what she made of the fact that they were cousins only by adoption. He was about to find out.

When he didn't immediately show any signs of wanting to get away, Ye-jun placed a hand behind his head and pushed his face towards hers. Yeonjun's heart almost stopped. He opened his mouth a little, closed his eyes, and they kissed.

The kiss felt amazing. It was one they'd both secretly longed for, something they had hoped and wished would one day happen, and now it finally did. So suddenly, so unexpectedly, and at Ye-jun's initiative.

Yeonjun responded well to it. It felt great. They made out for half a minute, until Ye-jun took the suspenders and pulled them over Yeonjun's shoulders. When he realized what was happening, he reached out to feel the breasts he'd been eyeing all day.

“Uncle,” he said in between kisses.

“We've got at least ten minutes,” Ye-jun replied.

That wasn't a long time, but it was all they needed.

When Yeonjun's suspenders slid down his arms, Ye-jun suddenly let go of him and took off her top. Yeonjun froze and stared at her naked breasts in awe. He quickly snapped back to reality and reached out to touch them. He was in awe.

With Yeonjun's hands and lips all over her, Ye-jun stood up. She untied the overalls around her waist and pulled them down to her ankles. If she was wearing anything else underneath it all came off with them. She suddenly stood naked in front of Yeonjun, who could hardly believe that this was happening.

Ye-jun sat back down and spread her legs. Yeonjun was quickly and instinctively onboard. He pulled the one-piece down and his boxers off with them.

Ye-jun leaned back and admired his body, and the hard dick as it was presented to her. She smiled, then grabbed the shaft and yanked it, causing Yeonjun to take a leap forward.

“Ouch!” he said and laughed. But he quickly forgot about the pain her eager movements had caused.

He wanted to kiss and fuck her desperately. To play with the gum in her mouth and pass it between them with their lips and tongues. To feel the warmth of her vagina as it swallowed his meat, and rub its walls with the head and shaft.

Ye-jun spread her knees a little wider, and Yeonjun reached down between their legs. Things were happening fast, two horny young people who had been flirting for a long time, and who now released their desires and sexual tension all at once.

When he penetrated her, he quickly pulled his hand away and started to feel his cousin's breasts and soft skin again.

He stood with his feet firmly planted on the ground and clenched his ass cheeks. His hips immediately rocked back and forth. The shaft pushed inside, then came back out, as he began to fuck his adopted cousin with passion.

Their kissing was sloppy and hot, their bodies slippery with sweat. Yeonjun kept thrusting fast and hard, pushing in and out of the girl. She used her tongue to push the gum out, and he gladly took it in his mouth before returning it.

Ye-jun leaned further and further back on her elbows on top of the hay bale. Then she suddenly sat up straight again. She pushed Yeonjun away and leaned forward to remove her shoes, and pull the overall over her feet.

Yeonjun bent down and did the same to his own clothes. He nearly lost his balance as the shoes and suspenders came off, and he suddenly stood completely naked before his partner.

Nude, horny and filled with years of built-up sexual tension, Ye-jun stood up and swirled around. She took the fork and pulled it out of the stack of hay she had created, then threw it on the ground. With her free hand she pushed Yeonjun on the chest to show him what she wanted him to do.

He fell backwards onto the makeshift bed. The dry grass pricked his skin, but once he'd sunken into it, it felt soft and cozy.

Ye-jun sat down on top of him. She dug her knees into the hay on either side of him and grabbed his boner between her legs. Eager to get it back inside her, she lowered herself onto the stiff shaft.

Yeonjun had his eyes wide open and fixed on the beautiful figure on top of him. He rested his hands on her thighs while she got into position. When she began to rock her hips back and forth, he took a firm grip around her waist.

Ye-jun soon began to bounce up and down. She straightened her back and reached behind her neck with both hands, to collect her long hair and brush it to one side. Yeonjun held on tight around her waist, had his mouth half open, and took in her body with his eyes.

Ye-jun's perky breasts jumped up and down with the rest of her. As she rode him, Yeonjun reached up to feel them. He massaged and cupped them with his palms. They were round and firm and felt amazing to touch.

From the large opening leading into the barn, all that could be seen was Ye-jun's upper body peaking out among the hay bales around them while it bounced up and down, and Yeonjun's outstretched arms and hands on her breasts.

Yeonjun started panting as Ye-jun's vagina slid up and down his dick. “Uh, uh, uh,” he moaned repeatedly.

“Fuck me,” Ye-jun said. She leaned forward and placed her hands on Yeonjun's chest, pushing him deeper into the hay. She moved her hips faster up and down, and Yeonjun matched her speed with rapid thrusts.

“Ahh, I'm gonna come,” Yeonjun announced and suddenly closed his eyes. In that very moment, they heard the pickup truck approaching on the road outside.

Time was suddenly of the essence. Yeonjun's heart nearly stopped when he heard the engine, and imagined the dust behind the car as it raced toward them.

But Ye-jun was determined to finish things. She suddenly pushed herself up again, straightened her back and bounced even faster. Yeonjun let go of her breasts, squeezed her thighs, and moved his ass up and down at an insane pace. He grimaced and moaned as he pushed and pulled her body, determined to reach a climax before it was too late.

Yeonjun orgasmed just as the car stopped outside the main house and the engine was shut off. He groaned when he ejaculated inside his cousin. Ye-jun, in turn, quickly leaned far down to kiss him, effectively hiding herself from view. She moved her hips slowly back and forth on top of him, as he fully emptied himself inside her.

When they heard the car door close, Ye-jun quickly rolled off. Yeonjun stood up and put his feet inside the suspenders on the ground. He pulled them up while Ye-jun reached out from behind her hiding spot to grab her clothes. She giggled and pressed herself close against the nearest hay bale to stay out of sight.

Her father appeared as a dark silhouette against the bright sun outside, just as Yeonjun pulled the second strap over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” the uncle asked when he spotted Yeonjun inside.

“Nothing,” Yeonjun said, flustered and still with a semi-boner between his legs. He hadn't had time to put his underwear on under the suspenders. “I needed a break.”

“Where's Ye-jun?”

“I don't know. She said she'd help me but I haven't seen her since you left.”

Ye-jun swallowed her gum and kicked his leg. Fuck you, she mouthed but smiled when Yeonjun briefly glanced down at her.

“Alright,” his uncle said and turned around to walk away. “Finish the wall, then get back to moving the hay. Dinner will be ready in an hour.”

“Okay,” Yeonjun said and watched as the man's silhouette disappeared.

When it was gone, he turned to look on the ground beside him. Ye-jun was huddled up, naked and giggling in the hay. They both burst out laughing, and covered their mouths to keep the sound from escaping the depths of the barn.

When she was dressed, Ye-jun gave Yeonjun a kiss on the lips before leaving him. Red-skinned and bare-chested he started walking toward the sunlight, while Ye-jun took a door at the other end of the barn to walk around the house and avert suspicion.

To this day Yeonjun had no idea if his uncle saw or suspected anything. They never said a word about it. But from this day on, visits to the farm became so much more interesting, until one day a few years later when Ye-jun moved out.

When she did, the uncle finally sold the farm. The place that had been a fixed and cherished location for the cousins their whole lives soon became a distant memory. The memories, however, of both the farm and of their hot sex, forever lived on in Yeonjun's mind.

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The Blossom surrounded by Fire - Ch. 39 (Warrior AU- HBO MAX)

I was completely frozen as I watched bodies flying all over the place, mostly the Irish. Li Yong spun rapidly kicking an Irish man in the head so hard his neck broke. Zing’s movements were fast and sharp as his fists were slamming into a man’s chest. That same man tried to swing a wooden club, but Zing’s arm came up in a tight fist breaking the blow. His eyes darkened as he began to ram his fists numerous times into the man’s face. Bolo was swinging his hatchet with such precision that I could hardly keep up with his movements. His hatchet was tasting blood that was for sure. It was only a matter of time until one of the Irish saw me and made a dash for me.

I yelped lightly and began to run behind one of the beds only for Li Yong to run up and block his body from me landing a blow to his neck. He looked at me with strength and violence in his dark orbs and I stared at my lover’s face feeling the heat of fear rise in me.

All nine men were on the ground, Li Yong was holding the leader’s head between his arms.

“Who… sent… you!” he yelled in broken English. Bolo and Zing were standing on either side with glares of their own. The Irish man spit at their feet.

“Fuck you you filthy chi- *snap*” My body jerked some at the sight of Li Yong snapping the man’s neck. I covered my mouth tears streaming in my eyes at the sight. The men looked down at the bodies for a moment, but Li Yong turned to me with worry in his eyes. He approached me immediately and I made an attempt to give him back his jacket, but he ignored it, embracing me hard.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, and I shook my head wrapping my arms around him hard and crying into his shoulder.

“The fuck is this!”

We turned to see Mai Ling and Father Jun fuming and standing there with a few tong members. I noticed Zing approaching with a smirk as his shoulder just passive aggressively hit Li Yong’s shoulder as he passed. Li Yong glared at his shoulder and then the tong leader as he passed us.

“Oh just the Fung Hai saving your asses again, Mai Ling.” he said now walking past everyone. “It seems the Long Zii owes the Fung Hai again.”

Bolo approached Father Jun with a nod.

“Irish came. We were worried they’d try and hurt other Chinese so we stepped up and took em out.” he said. Father Jun stiffened and I looked at Bolo who looked at me knowing he just gave us all the perfect lie. Father Jun looked at me pointing.

“You… is this true?” he asked. I winced and nodded.

“Yes sir. I was taking care of the men when they showed up with weapons. Obviously here to harm me and the Chinese who were resting here.” I replied. Father Jun stiffened and looked at Mai Ling who just looked at me and Li Yong before looking at the elder tong leader.

“Well it was nice we could all come together in solidarity to stop a common enemy.” she said and Father Jun looked at the dead Irishmen.

“It would appear so. We’ll leave you to take care of clean up.” he said to Mai Ling before turning and walking away with his men.

On the carriage ride back, all was silent. None of us said a word as Mai Ling looked at both of us.

“What happened?” she asked firmly. I sighed.

“The Irishmen came and asked me to leave with the men… it’s not uncommon for white men to go looking for colored girls to harass and rape knowing we can’t defend ourselves.” I said softly and Mai Ling looked at me as well as Li Yong with a wince. Mai Ling looked at Li Yong.

“Is this true?” she asked. Li Yong inhaled.

“Zhao had come to me telling me some Irish were here. I didn’t care why they were here; I just know they had weapons and was deciding to threaten a member of our tong.” he said. She stiffened.

“Did you get any information from them? They could be men belonging to that Irishman Leary.” she said. Li Yong nodded.

“I tried and he didn’t have anything to say.” he said collectively. Mai Ling looked between us both and then sighed and looked away.

“We don’t need any issues from the whites especially the Irishmen. Who knows if they told people where they were going.” she said.

“They were obviously drunk or had a death wish.” Li Yong countered. “The police will not know they were missing and whoever comes to look for them, will meet the same fate. I will let no one hurt this tong.”

Mai Ling looked at him and looked away.

“As long as their bodies are disposed of and never found we will forget this night ever happened” she said and looked away. Li Yong and I both bowed our heads. As the carriage came back into our territory I noticed a shift in the neighborhood. I couldn’t put my finger on it. As we stopped outside of Mai Ling’s home, we all noticed that there were no men standing guard. Li Yong frowned and was the first to move from the carriage. The men who were following the behind the carriage approached their leader and Mai Ling and I got out of the carriage.

“Something isn’t right.” Mai Ling said, and Li Yong took charge moving through the home with everyone behind him. As we got inside, I tensed at the different bodies on the ground, their throats slit and blood pouring onto the ground. Mai Ling’s eyes widened as she separated from the group running down the hall. I feared there could be a threat still here.

“Mai Ling!” I called out running after her. We moved through the halls quickly, the sounds of the other’s feet behind us. Mail Ling rounded the corner into her bedroom and paused. I stood beside her and my eyes widened as we looked into the bedroom.

Lying against the bedframe was a limp, dead Long Zii with a sword in his chest. Mai Ling approached gently, her body shaking eyes watering at the sight of her dead husband. Li Yong was now beside me looking in with shock on his face. I looked at his eyes trying to figure out if this was there plan. Li Yong would not look at my however, his body stiff his face hiding his true feelings. I looked at Mai Ling who looked at the sword in Long Zii’s body.

“I’ve seen this blade before… it belongs to the Hop Wei.” she said her voice trembling. I noticed the tears streaming down her face. She was a good actress. She gently moved her hands to caress her dead husband’s face, going so far as to lean her forehead against his in sadness.

After some silence she slowly leaned up, her eyes revealing a dark gaze as she looked at us.

“This is war.” she said venomously.

I tensed at her words looking down wondering what all this would mean.

Normal POV

A storm had rolled in over the town and Butch just leaned his body against the hotel window letting out a puff of cigar smoke. He always fancied storms.

“So what if the Irish aren’t able to get the girl back…” Dodger asked as he was cleaning his knives. Butch blew a low stream of smoke from his nose.

“If they don’t the Irish will get pissed and go after the Chinese.” he said.

“Leaving the girl unprotected and up for grabs.” Roman said as he was admiring his Winchester rifle. Butch nodded.

“How do we know that Irish buck isn’t going to come after us in retaliation if his men don’t get the job done?” Tomas asked. Butch smirked.

“If he comes after us we’ll put him in the ground like all the rest. Either way we sit back and watch Chinatown burn.” he said.

“Can we at least gamble while we’re here?” Dodger asked. Butch thought about the question for a bit. Many whites and Irishmen did like to go gamble in Chinatown, not to mention there’s a brothel there as well. He smirked at the opportunities and looked at his boys.

“Yeah, I think that’ll be just fine.” he said.

Amaka’s POV

I was pacing gently in Li Yong’s home as he asked me to come over.

“What does this mean?” I asked watching him peal his coat off and place it on a wooden coat rack.

“It means many Hop Wei will die.” he said. I winced and looked away in fear of the carnage that was to come.

“How did Mai Ling do it? Who did she hire to kill her husband while we were at the fight?” I asked. I was sure she confided in him since they were both hell bent on getting rid of Long Zii. It was obvious she hired an assassin to come and kill the man and the other warriors here. I watched Li Yong unbutton his sleeves.

“Mai Ling had a different method of killing Long Zii. She does not know who killed her husband… because this was not her doing.” he said now moving to unbutton his shirt, his eyes looming up to look at me. “It was mine.”

My eyes widened at his words, and I looked him over as he was only in his pants having removed his shoes earlier. I took a step closer.

“What?” I whispered some. “I do not understand.” Li Yong acted alone. Why would he keep Mai Ling out of the loop like this? Weren’t they working together to take down Long Zii? Why would he do this alone? Why would he have his own men killed? Li Yong just watched me as he knew the many different thoughts were filling my mind. He suddenly tugged at the strings of his pants then dropped them. I gave a soft gasp staring at the painfully aching erection that was pointing at me.

Li Yong slowly approached, his dark lustful eyes staring deep into me.

“You do not have to worry about Long Zii ever whoring you out to anyone anymore.” he said. I wasn’t sure if I was afraid or confused by the deep look of desire in his tone. He merely raised his hand and rested it on my cheek. “I am going to take care of everything.”

My eyes stared at him wondering what he meant before his mouth came up and claimed my own in a heated kiss.

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Author's Notes

Alright all chapters have been uploaded and there will be more to come!

I wonder who Li Yong got to kill Long Zii... could be anyone!! (Literally it really could be anyone)

[just-antithings]

The Tiny Senpai backlash does make me think how there's been an 80s anime called Hai Step Jun recently fansubbed, and someone gave it backlash and claimed it was pedobait because the lead is short and looks like a little girl (doesn't help some Euro dubs made her one) while her boyfriend is a tall manly looking boy in her junior high class. SAMEperson who called it pedobait stans another 80s anime The Kabocha Wine, which has a short teenage boy as the lead with a big tall girlfriend.

every damn time

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Forms & Shadows, Ch. 4

Umm, there is just about zero plot in this. This is a direct continuation of the last chapter and yeah, 2.8k words of another lesson in humility for our sweet prince. There's a tummy focus and I'm going to leave it at that... (don't look at me) 🏃🏻‍♀️‍➡️

Chapter 4: Admission

“What is going on here?!!”

The two men looked up to see Am Lin holding a bundle of herbs and staring aghast at their situation. She glared up at the prince. Wenshu was still perched high above in the tree in full dragon form, dangling the large guard halfway off the ground in his dragon tail. 

The prince hastily released Hai Jun’s legs and let his dragon form dissipate. The guard scooped himself up and started gathering his shoes, “Sorry… we got into a little disagreement.”

Am Lin’s eyes blazed accusingly at the two men, “There are burn marks all over the ground!”

Wenshu opened his majestic wings and glided down from the tree, “It was just a little dragon fire, barely enough for a distraction. We didn’t hurt each other.”

She angrily put her hands on her hips, “You have no idea how much danger you just put yourself in! I told you not to cast forms… and not to fly!!”

“I only flew up to that branch! You’re overreacting!” 

The healer threw down her herbs and shoved her hands under the prince’s shirt. He jumped at the touch. She shot him a look that made him stay still. Her hands worked their way up his chest where she could feel the jagged scar, once again growing hot. “You’re having a flare up! When you work yourself up, your energy starts surging and gets trapped inside your wound. The point of our sessions is so I can guide the energy through your body until all the scar tissue heals.”

She spun around and shot Hai Jun a nasty look, “And what role did you play in this?!”

The guard looked sheepish but met her angry eyes, “I might have instigated a small challenge while you were gone.”

“Well, I hope you learned a little humility! Remember it the next time you feel the need to aggravate my patient!”

Wenshu glanced over at his friend. “Don’t be too hard on him. He just needed to blow off some steam.”

Am Lin frowned as she rummaged through her pocket belt looking for oils, “I hope that means he’s ready to make himself helpful!”

“What do you mean?” Hai Jun asked.

The healer found a small vial of oil and knelt down on the ground. “We need to conduct a healing session with the prince.”

Wenshu held his hands up defensively, “Wait a minute! We’re out in the open… I don’t want to do it here!”

Hai Jun started to feel a bit guilty for goading the prince into a skirmish. “Can’t we use the carriage to take him back to the palace?”

Am Lin shook her head, “The energy will have cooled down by then. It’s not worth risking a relapse.”

The prince took a step back, “But we’ve always been alone when you heal me. I don’t want… I mean, this is a little, um, uncomfortable for me.”

The healer shot a look over to Hai Jun. He could tell she wanted him to step up and say something helpful. The large guard came over and put a reassuring hand on the prince’s shoulder, “I’m sorry I teased you about overhearing your first session. You need to listen to her. The most important thing is that you get better.”

Am Lin motioned for the two men to sit by her on the ground. Wenshu felt bashfulness wash over him but nodded his head. He could feel his stomach already fluttering with anticipation. It was increasingly hard to maintain his air of dignity. 

“It will be okay. You are with friends. Let me take your shirt.” Am Lin felt her anger subside as she gently removed Wenshu’s silk tunic.

Hai Jun glanced at Wenshu’s bare chest. He was shocked to see how bad the lesion looked up close. Am Lin saw the guard’s astonished look, “Our prince puts on a very brave face, but yes… his condition is still quite serious.”

Wenshu felt color creep onto his cheeks, slightly embarrassed by her praise. “Would you still think I was brave if I took off running towards the hills?”

“Don’t you start with the jokes! You’re in trouble. I specifically told you casting forms would aggravate your condition.” Am Lin scolded mildly. She motioned for Hai Jun to scoot back and slowly coaxed Wenshu to lie down with his head resting in the guard’s lap.

Hai Jun could see the prince’s face tensing up in anticipation. He wondered how well he would withstand such attention. The guard reached out and took Wenshu’s hand, giving it a friendly squeeze. “You’re doing great!”

Am Lin opened the small vial of lavender oil and poured a generous amount of Wenshu’s chest. She closed her eyes and hummed softly, rubbing the oil into his upper body. 

Wenshu was so keyed up, giggles were already forming in the back of his throat. Hai Jun continued holding his hand for support. The prince tried not to struggle and covered his face with his free arm, “Ahhhh… is that oil really, hahaha, necessary??” 

Am Lin continued to work the oil into his chest, “Yes. Plant oil helps me conduct the energy easier.”

Hai Jun was trying to be sympathetic but he couldn’t resist the sight of Wenshu’s sweet struggle. “Awww, look at you. She hasn’t even started yet. I think you might be in for it.”

Am Lin worked the oil down the prince’s sides and over his stomach, triggering ticklish sensations. Wenshu felt his cheeks growing hot and clamped his arm down harder to hide his face, “This isn’t, ahhaaha, f-f-fair!”

The guard cracked a wry smile, “Seriously? You literally just had me in hysterics minutes ago!”

“Y-y-you stahaharted it!”

“You tied me up in your giant dragon tail! How fair was that?!”

Am Lin clucked her tongue, “That’s enough bickering. I need to concentrate.” She opened her eyes to see dark energy was indeed starting to pool dangerously around the throbbing scar. She scanned the prince’s body to see small swirls of moody light dancing around his lower abdomen. She couldn’t help smiling to herself, “Oh dear, it seems like you want your belly tickled this afternoon.”

Wenshu audibly gulped at the suggestion, “I don’t! I really don’t…!”

Am Lin smiled knowingly, “Your body says you do. Now don’t worry, I promise to tickle your belly all over. I won’t even make you ask for it.”

The prince had never felt so flustered before. He knew he could insist they leave him alone and they would listen. He also knew this was what he needed. There was still so much conflict between maintaining his proud image and the freedom of being vulnerable. Wenshu took a deep breath and continued to hide his face. “I, um, won’t be able to stay still for you.”

Hai Jun beamed, “I’m happy to be of service, your majesty.” The guard took Wenshu’s arm away from his reddened face and firmly pinned both of the prince’s arms to the ground. 

Am Lin straddled the prince to immobilize his hips. Wenshu gazed up at the two large Wolves who seemed poised to devour him. They were both incredibly attractive, long black braids cascading down their backs, outlining their ample forms, their dark skin glistening in the afternoon sun. It was impossible not to reflect on their beauty. The prince grinned up at the healer cheekily, “There has to be an easier way to get you into my lap.”

Hai Jun snickered, ever amused by Wenshu’s flirtatiousness. Am Lin was less than charmed. “You know, I find myself almost feeling sorry for you… until you speak!” 

The healer focused on the grass surrounding them. Making a small magical gesture, a patch of fountain grass sprouted up, yielding tall blades with long plumes of soft bristles at the top. Wenshu felt the need to recoil from the feathery grass but was easily held in place by Hai Jun. The guard smirked, “Those weeds seem to be giving the prince cause for concern.”

Am Lin plucked two long stems and swirled them slowly in front of Wenshu’s face. “Oh, he shouldn’t be worried… he’s getting exactly what he needs.” She brought one blade down and with its plume, began lightly dragging it across the prince’s belly. Wenshu was a lean fighter who trained often. Surprisingly, his stomach wasn’t lined with hard abdomen muscles. Instead, it was supple and curved, not to mention quite sensitive to touch.  

There was a moment of resistance as soft bristles slid across vulnerable flesh. In a matter of seconds, the strength Wenshu used to restrain his laughter dissolved and a soft stream of giggles poured from his lips. Am Lin watched the energy of his body suddenly shift, illuminating a shimmering path from Wenshu’s neck down to the lowest dip of his stomach. She grinned, “How cute… it seems our prince wants to play a little game.”

Hai Jun glanced down at Wenshu, who was tittering helplessly from the single blade of grass. “It certainly seems like he’s in a playful mood.”

Am Lin leaned forward and flicked the long plume across one side of Wenshu’s neck. The prince tried to protest but all he could manage was half-formed words through a barrage of snickers. The healer slowly traced the grass down his neck, swirling it under his arms, over his ribs, lingering on his sides before letting it lazily brush up and down against the soft skin of his belly. She took in his giddy frenzy, “What do you think he’s trying to say, Hai Jun?”

Hai Jun gave Wenshu’s arms a friendly squeeze. “It sounds like he wants you to do the other side.”

The prince was primed to launch several rude words at the guard but was soon rocked with more giggles as the second blade of grass traced the same maddening route down from his neck, under his arms, along his sides and finally lingering on his hopelessly ticklish stomach. He was so firmly pinned, he could hardly squirm. There was no protection for his exposed torso nor was he afforded any range of motion to evade the gentle attack. All the powerful prince could do was laugh, struggling underneath his friends in the afternoon sun. 

Am Lin started dragging the plume back up the other side, chuckling as the prince went into another fit of laughter. “I think he likes this game! Don’t you agree?”

The guard nodded, “I’ve never seen him happier.”

“Aww, look. He’s trying to say something. Please? Please what?”

“He’s probably trying to say how pleased he is. I think he likes getting attention from you.”

“That must be it! Of course, I’ll give you the attention you deserve, sweet prince. Up and down your sensitive body, is that how you like it? Underneath your arms, over the ribs, dancing on that little belly of yours. Oh yes, let’s spend some extra time on this sweet spot here… tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Wenshu’s face burned. He shook his side to side as if to avoid the teasing words. Their taunts only made him laugh harder as he crumbled, completely at the mercy of a woman armed with two pieces of grass.

Am Lin gazed affectionately at the prince, now beside himself with laughter. “You are too cute for your own good, Prince Wenshu. I could tickle you all day.” She paused, observing the grass all around them, which grew even higher. She whispered to the plants, asking them to work their magic. The enchanted grass gently poked and wiggled against the prince’s bare sides, eliciting small titters as healing light sparkled from the blades, their magical touch working its way into his body.

Hai Jun was impressed. He had never seen the healer work plant magic before. “Did you do what was needed? Is he out of harm’s way?”

Am Lin scanned the prince’s body once more. The same moody energy from before spiraled insistently on top of Wenshu’s stomach. She chuckled, “It looks like I may have missed a spot.”

The prince was snickering softly as the tickly grass continued to tease his sides. His eyes opened wide at her words, “No… hahaha, no, you got all the spots!”

Am Lin shook her head, “It’s my mistake. I let you distract me with your little game and forgot about what I promised you.”

Wenshu felt a whimper creep into his sputtering laughter. “Whahaaahat… ahaa, promise?”

Hai Jun remembered, “She promised to tickle your belly all over.”

The prince shook his head, trying to insist through his giggles that his belly had just received enough attention. 

Am Lin looked up at the guard, “I’m not sure I would really call that a proper belly tickling. Would you?”

Hai Jun smiled back, his voice laced with mischief. “I think something like that should involve your fingers, at least.”

Wenshu tried to sit up but was still anchored down by his two hulking friends. “Ahhhahahaa, waaait!!”

The two friends paused, as did the grass, so the prince could continue. Wenshu caught his breath, realizing everyone was actually waiting for an answer. He swallowed hard and looked away, unable to state his case out loud. Am Lin was happy to help. “Wait for what, sweet prince?”

Wenshu blushed deeply, barely able to stand their undivided attention. “I’m just… I’m very….”

Hai Jun jumped in, “Ticklish? You're very ticklish on your tummy. Is that what you’re trying to say?”

The prince closed his eyes, regretting that he initiated this line of questioning. He could feel his ears growing hot with anticipation. Somehow, the teasing was harder to endure than all the tickling. 

“Aren’t you going to answer your friend? He asked you a question.” Am Lin placed her hands on Wenshu’s belly, drawing out a quick gasp from her patient. 

The prince couldn’t remember a time when he felt more exposed. The answer was obvious, he was clearly a very ticklish person. But the words kept getting stuck in his throat. Why was this so damned flustering?! He took a deep breath, summoning his royal pride. “I would rather… not answer that particular question.” 

Am Lin nodded, “It’s hard to be vulnerable but it’s doing you a world of good. Tell you what, when you’re ready to answer his question, I’ll know you’ve had enough.” Before the prince could protest, the healer began lightly scrabbling her fingers over the soft landscape of his belly. 

Hysterics erupted from his throat as expert fingers danced on top of the sensitive skin. Am Lin gently squeezed and poked his helpless stomach, admiring how the energy brightened and flowed freely under her fingertips. All pretense of his pride vanished. Despite all his riches, his status and his dragon magic, the prince was powerless as ten fingers skittered over his ridiculously ticklish belly. The peaceful hills echoed from his peals of uninhibited laughter as Am Lin mercilessly explored his trembling stomach.

Sensing his fatigue, the healer grinned at the guard, “See if he’s ready to give you an answer.”

Hai Jun couldn’t help but chuckle, trying to elicit a confession over the raucous laughter. “Are you ready to answer? Do you have a ticklish tummy? It looks very soft and tender. Is that why you’re laughing so hard… because your soft little tummy is so very ticklish?”

Am Lin eventually paused, letting the prince gulp in some much needed air. The energy in his body danced merrily, appreciating the much needed release. She gazed down at her hapless patient, “As much as you love this, I think you should give him an answer.” 

Wenshu sighed out his remaining giggles. There really wasn’t another way out of this. He stared up at Hai Jun who was sporting his roguish smile. The guard winked at the breathless prince, “Come on, you made me talk earlier.”

The prince nodded, feeling his telltale blush deepen. “Yes, for the record, I have, umm, a ticklish tummy.”

Am Lin started massaging the dark wound, incorporating the healing energy into his body. Wenshu closed his eyes as relief washed over him. The healer smiled up at the guard, “Will you go ready the carriage? I have a feeling our sweet prince is about to drift off to sleep.”

Wenshu wanted to argue with her and insist that he could walk himself over to the carriage. His body felt weightless as her trained hands worked their magic. The prince simply couldn’t resist any further. Drained of every prideful impulse, Wenshu closed his eyes and let his friends tend to him. 

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Meanwhile…

In a small village, several miles away from the royal city, the Golden Sage surveyed the damage. They had flown for hours, hoping to prevent this very thing. A terrible evil had just been unleashed on their world and they had arrived too late.

To be continued! 

(I will get back to actual story soon 😸)

[majobun]

[80sanime]

Best of 80s anime girl room aesthetic.

[animarchive]

Hai Step Jun / The Anime magazine (06/1985)

[holy-cucumber01]

Haai Step Jun

Genre : comedy, adventure, school, romance, sci-fi

Аnime series : 45 duration 25 min

[bunnymajo]

Hai Step Jun - Opening & Ending - March 10, 1985

[yanchagraffiti]

Make your own takoyaki, shaved ice, Utaemon karaoke, Qtarou, Step Jun and Juspion.

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

WIP Wednesday

LQR & LJY (And still HGJ, unexpected communication king)

[Beginning]

Jingyi doesn’t have very many things of his own. He has his two spare sets of robes and a sleeping pallet - that he supposes suddenly is actually probably not his at all but has to stay in the children’s home in case someone else needs it instead. He has a couple of little trinkets that he’s collected during festivals over the years, little scraps of things that he likes to play with sometimes, none of them bigger than his hand. When the auntie recovers enough to do as Hanguang-Jun asks, it takes her less than an incense stick to step back out onto the porch, a neat bundle in her hands that contains everything he owns. Hanguang-Jun takes it wordlessly and turns down the path again, and when he reaches Jingyi he pauses to hold his hand out flat by his hip. 

He doesn’t move again until Jingyi tentatively reaches up to touch their fingertips together, and all Hanguang-Jun does is curl his fingers around his palm to take him by the hand. Jingyi immediately huddles closer to his side, his entire body hurting from such simple affection, and he scrubs at his eyes with his free hand while Hanguang-Jun leads him through Cloud Recesses once again this time destined for the Yashi.

“Wangji? What’s wrong?”

Lan-xiansheng, unlike the aunties, hasn’t dressed down for bed yet, and there’s still a lantern burning on his desk in the bit of the room Jingyi can see through the door when he opens it at their knock. He keeps his thoughts about the rule not to work after hai shi behind his lips and peeks carefully around Hanguang-Jun’s hip to look up at Lan-xiansheng, unsure if such a stern, rule-following person would really want to agree to take him in.

Unless…

Jingyi’s heart sinks as he thinks that maybe he’s been deemed such a hopeless case that the only way to fix him at all is to be constantly watched by the strictest disciplinarian in all of Cloud Recesses. Maybe, instead of a family, he’s just in permanent detention with no free time allowed ever again.

“There has been a misunderstanding,” Hanguang-Jun repeats. “Jingyi was not informed of your intentions. Clarification is needed.”

“Come in.” Lan-xiansheng steps aside, and the only reason Jingyi steps over the threshold is because Hanguang-Jun is still holding his hand and there’s no way for him to escape again. “Give me his things, both of you sit down.” Jingyi watches Lan-xiansheng take the neat packet from Hanguang-Jun and turn to place it down on a small bed in the corner of the room furthest from the door. He follows when Hanguang-Jun leads him over to the table, and sits down on the cushion he’s directed to with a feeling in his chest like this is all a very weird and kind of scary dream.

“Hanguang-Jun?” Jingyi whispers. Hanguang-Jun leans down ever so slightly so that Jingyi can go up on his knees and talk in his ear. “Am I being punished again?”

“No. You are not in trouble.”

No trouble at all? That can’t possibly be right. Jingyi sits back down on his heels with a little frown, thoroughly at a loss now, but he’s out of time to ask questions.

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