J-Cup Academy Ninja Scroll 02

Title: J-Cup Academy Ninja Scroll 02
Prologue, Demon Summoning

The full moon's light shone through the square ceiling window, illuminating the full upper body. The bright white full moon revealed the outline of bare breasts in the dark space.
Heavy, fruit-like, full breasts.
Much larger than mangoes.
Their astonishing weight made them resemble netted cantaloupes, swaying elastically.
These were a pair of beautiful, unimaginably large breasts.
Instead of spreading outwards, the breasts stood upright side by side.
A woman was swaying her hips.
She rode atop an ordinary-looking high school boy, the young twenty-year-old swaying naked.
She possessed a face with regular, well-defined features.
Her bright eyes and white teeth, seemingly painted, contrasted beautifully with her black pupils. Her lips were soft, with just the right amount of flesh on both the upper and lower lips. A thin layer of sweat appeared on her rosy forehead, revealing an expression even more sensual than usual.
The woman had her long black hair tied in a ponytail. A lock of hair hanging down behind her head bounced up her upper back, swaying gently to the rhythm.
(No... her hips started moving on their own...)
Izayoi's snow-white hips bounced up and down, her long hair swaying with them.
Her 92-centimeter hips made a loud, gurgling sound as they moved like pistons. The young high school student's penis was swallowed by the red crevice in the moonlight.
"Haa... gulp..."
Takuma cried out.
The tip of his penis must be melting from pleasure. Izayoi's vagina was already wet. Her breasts were also experiencing a sweet pain. This reaction definitely meant she wanted to be rubbed by her young master.
"Izayoi, if you move your hips like this..."
"Please forgive me... I just... can't stop..."
"Ugh... it feels so good..."
Takuma smiled, and Izayoi smiled back.
Just like the words, Izayoi moved her hips, and her J-cup breasts swayed with them. Full like fruits, with their protruding weight, they occupied a considerable amount of space in front of her body, swaying up and down with elasticity.
Izayoi shook her sensitive breasts, pleading.
Her lord, as usual, didn't reach for her alluring breasts. His honeypot was too tight, forcing him to desperately suppress the urge to ejaculate beneath Izayoi's body. Izayoi could hardly bear it.
"Breasts…please touch them…"
she pleaded with her lord.
Takuma suppressed the pleasure in his waist, reaching for the swaying fruit with both hands.
Although the breasts swayed, all ten fingers were completely buried inside. The fingertips immediately disappeared into the full orbs.
"Ahhh~~~~Takuma-sama…"
Pleasure spread through her breasts like juice.
Her panting reached its peak.
The white flesh, bathed in moonlight, far exceeded the capacity of her hands. Her uterus contracted, hot and painful. As her fingers kneaded harder, the breasts seemed to overflow like balloons, the flesh spilling out between her fingers.
“Haaaaaah…breasts, breasts…”
“Izayoi, your breasts are really big…”
Takuma couldn’t help but groan.
Her most sensitive breasts were being kneaded forcefully, and Izayoi’s upper body bounced along with them. The pleasure generated inside her breasts was driving her to the brink of collapse.
(Ahhh…so good…so good…)
Izayoi’s hips swayed rapidly for the sake of semen.
She knew she was extremely excited. She knew that the other person was three years younger than her. She fully understood why she had been sent to Takuma’s side.
To protect her master’s virginity.
To protect her master’s penis from the hands of bad people.
But even knowing this, she couldn’t resist the magic of the penis biting into the deepest part of her body. This penis was a “special” penis.
Izayoi’s hips, like a piston in full swing, made the penis keep penetrating her inside. The penis was hot and trembling, constantly rubbing against the narrow flesh, penetrating the cervix.
(Gurgle…so…so strong…Takuma-sama…)
She unconsciously let out a hoarse sound.
Her body felt like it was about to lose all its strength. At the same time, Takuma, in order to reach the final step, gripped her enormous breasts tightly.
The massive flesh was at his mercy, his hands freely enjoying it. The
enormous breasts, completely beyond his grasp, surrounded his fingers, retaliating by filling both palms.
"Ahhhhh...breasts, breasts..."
"Gurgle...Izayoi, uterus..."
The sticky honeypot clenched tightly, and Takuma's waist stopped.
Hot liquid gushed into her uterus.
Deep within her body, it felt like it was being burned, as streams of semen poured in, white foam spraying out.
(Ahhh...Takuma-sama shot so much...)
Izayoi was overjoyed, her hips unconsciously swaying faster. Her white, beautiful buttocks swayed like a high-speed piston.
Takuma cried out.
He gripped her breasts tightly, shaking his head from side to side. His palms were full of her flesh.
"Ee, ee...breasts, breasts..."
The intermittent panting pushed Izayoi to orgasm.
A heavy sound appeared.
The thick, erect penis, still ejaculating, pierced through Izayoi's core. It felt like an arrow of light pierced her body, shooting from her buttocks towards her brain.
Her mind went blank, all sensation vanished. In that instant—Izayoi's body floated a few centimeters.
This wasn't the floating sensation unique to a trance. Besides the light feeling, the key point was, literally, that Izayoi's body "physically" floated a few centimeters.
Izayoi was extremely nervous.
She didn't think it wouldn't happen today. It had "come out" yesterday, and it had been happening continuously since; she thought there was no problem.
But—below Izayoi's body, Takuma's body began to transform. His body, about 170 centimeters tall, instantly transformed into a two-meter-tall giant. Muscles bulged, every part of his body a symbol of masculinity.
Like a man resembling Takuma, his head swayed from side to side, his joints making a sound. His head thumped and throbbed.
He opened his eyes.
Lightning-sharp pupils. A powerful gaze capable of shooting lightning.
"Oh, it's nighttime again. Sometimes daytime is fine, isn't it?"
The deep voice sounded like a bus engine. The bass echoed, making the room windows vibrate.
Izayoi, trembling, looked at the man who resembled Takuma. The man who resembled Takuma also looked at Izayoi.
"Oh, it's you again. Your last wish was pretty good. I'll grant it this time too. Hurry up and tell me your wish."
"Ah...you've come again..."
Izayoi instinctively covered her face.
"So rude again. Hurry up and say it. I'm running out of patience."
"Please. You don't have to do anything, just go back."
"How rude of you again. I'm going to grant your wish, you know? I promise you. If you promise, hurry up and say it." "
Ah..."
Izayoi felt like she was losing all her strength.
This wasn't her own wish. To prevent the King's Penis from being used, she had to protect Takuma. However, she had summoned the Demon God several times.
"The word 'wait' doesn't exist in my dictionary. Just say it. If you don't, I'll lie here until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble. Do you want me to insert you like this for a hundred years?" "
That's..."
"Then hurry up and say it. Even a second or two earlier is fine."
"But, I really don't have any wishes."
Although Izayoi had a troubled expression, the Demon God wouldn't listen to her explanation.
"If you don't have any, then think of something. The destruction of the Earth, the collision of galaxies, or whatever, just say it quickly."
"I don't have anything like that—"
"The past or the future, if you want to see a black hole, I'll take you there too. Hurry up and say it. Ten seconds left."
The Demon God started counting down.
The sudden development made the Demon God quite impatient. Moreover, if you don't speak within thirty seconds, the penis will remain inserted until you do, forcing you to stay in a state of orgasm—that's the kind of interest I have.
(What should I do…)
My immobile head racked its brains, but no good ideas came to mind.
“Twenty seconds… one, two…”
“Really nothing.”
“Even food is fine, just say it. Seven… eight… nine…”
As the thirty seconds approached, Izayoi suddenly remembered what Takuma had said.
“Uh, A-5 grade Omi beef.”
The countdown stopped. The demon with Takuma's appearance finally revealed an evil smile, as if he had something to do.
“Woman, are you happy? I accept this wish.”

Chapter 1:

The dream the woman in the high-necked coat didn't want to see.
She was practicing swordsmanship.
Her body, well-developed for a middle school student, was striking her training partner with a sword.
Stop.
Seeing herself in her dream from above, she desperately reminded herself in the dream. An accident could happen. Two, three times, she took heavy steps and swung her sword at her opponent's head.
Stop.
That's enough.
Don't continue. Then only—
the opponent swayed, both losing their balance and falling. The opponent's sword slipped from her hand and struck her own body. A burning
pain coursed through her entire body, and then—the tip of the opponent 's sword pierced her left eye .
"Aa ... This was the only call from the woman she called her companion. "Sorry, I can't go to school today. We should meet in the afternoon..." "Okay. I'll go see her." "Sorry." "No—well." "What?" "What is the purpose of the King's Stem?" "What's wrong?" "No...it's nothing." The woman in the turtleneck put away her phone, grabbed her black backpack, and left the compartment. After paying, she walked to the Ghost Station. Even if she asked, it would be pointless. Why does the King's Stem exist? Regardless, protecting the King's Stem is her mission. Thinking about its reason for existence isn't her mission. However, asking—she hopes to get an answer about the misfortune the King's Stem brings. The woman shook her head, her long black hair spreading out like a fan. Thinking of the King's Stem brings back memories of her past. That's when her destiny began— the woman looked at the sky, then at the G-Shock watch on her wrist. She still had some time to get to school. The woman put her backpack at her feet and sat by the fountain. The fountain, standing in the morning air conditioning, hadn't yet sprayed any water. The woman took out chewing gum from her pocket and put it in her mouth. In the morning filled with the stench of semen and vomit, three men arrived at the Onishin Station. Red tie, red shirt, red trousers—this was the uniform of Onishin High School, the school that gathered all the problem students in Momosei City. A bald man without eyebrows. A man with pierced ears and lips. A fat man with a pig-like head, seemingly slumped against a wall. Acchito, Hibiki, and Inui—together, they were the notorious bullies of Onishin High School. Each had been expelled from the judo, karate, and sumo clubs for rape and intimidation. Thanks to cell phones, the woman was spared the threat of nude photos. The three men stayed up all night. Hungry, they planned to buy a 100-yen meal at a fast-food restaurant in front of the station and go to karaoke. Then, they looked at their unexpected "prey." The man in the high-necked coat sat by the fountain in front of Onishin Station, chewing gum and saying something. Wearing headphones, hands in pockets, head bobbing, and flicking his long black hair. It was the uniform of the private Tenkai Academy in Seien City. The black high-necked school uniform revealed snow-white skin at the chest. The third button was undone, creating a V-neck that exposed a full cleavage. Depending on the angle, even hemispheres were visible. The weight of the fabric stretched taut inside the uniform made it seem as if the white cloth might burst at any moment. The three men exchanged lewd glances. The woman in the high-necked coat was a tempting sight. Add to that a pair of enormous breasts— the three men stood in front of and to either side of her. Behind her was only a fountain. They deliberately craned their necks, peering over her chest. Two fleshy lumps of fat stretched the school uniform taut. The woman in the high-necked coat looked at the three men with disgust. "What?" "You're a woman, aren't you?" the bald man said. "Let us see your boobs? Hehe." The man with the earring let out a shrill laugh. The fat man, Azito, took a step forward, intending to forcefully pull off the woman's button. "Want some fun?" "I want some fun too," Hibiki laughed lewdly. The woman in the high-necked coat spoke up.

“All three of you have such stupid faces. Did you escape from the zoo?”
Hibiki deliberately opened his palm, then clenched his fist.
“Did you hear that? She said we’re monkeys. We’re not exactly stupid, you know.”
“If you’re in such a hurry to get your foreskin fixed, then get lost.”
“You can cure us by licking us. If you can, clamping us with your breasts would be even better.”
“You mean pliers?”
“Don’t joke around!”
Hibiki roared, and Inui and Acchito on either side stretched out their wrists, intending to hook the woman’s neck and pull her into the water.
Two loud splashes were heard. Surprisingly, it was Inui and Acchito who were pulled into the water. The woman in the high-necked coat instantly grabbed the backs of the two big men’s hands and threw them behind her. The woman then stepped onto the ground and jumped onto the two men’s heads.
“What’s wrong! Get up, you bald man! You wanted to fight this morning? Come on!”
the woman yelled, stomping her feet hard. An ordinary person would have quickly lost their balance and fallen into the water, but the woman nimbly stood on their heads. Two men were directly in front of the fountain. The two men quickly fell, their heads struck hard. The woman in the turtleneck coat leaped into the air and landed beside the fountain,
displaying perfect balance.
It was hard to imagine an ordinary person's movements.
Hibiki immediately raised his hands in surrender.
"Wow, wow, we were wrong! I apologize! Let's be friends."
"Do animals need friends?"
"Okay, okay, we'll do anything. I'll treat you to dinner this time."
"You can feed it to the pigeons."
The woman in the turtleneck coat put her hands in her pockets and turned her back to Hibiki. In that instant, Hibiki pulled out a knife and charged at the woman.
In the July blue sky, the knife flew far away like a baseball.
Her left foot swiftly kicked out, stopping just a centimeter in front of Hibiki.
"Have you ever been slapped?"
"No...no..."
"Then, let's try it!"
The woman gently rotated her pivot foot, her left toe swaying from side to side. Hibiki staggered back after being slapped two or three times, finally receiving a heavy kick to the chest, sending him tumbling several meters backward. The woman in the turtleneck slowly approached and grabbed Hibiki's hair.
"Drink some water."
Hibiki shook his head.
"Oh, you don't want to drink? Then I'll force you!"
The woman threw Hibiki into the fountain. Hibiki bumped into his two companions who were coming out of the fountain, splashing water everywhere.
The three coughed incessantly, soaked to the bone, clutching the edge of the fountain. But next to their hands, a foot was pressing down.
The three were terrified.
Trembling, they looked up.
Standing at the edge of the fountain was a woman with a height of 171 centimeters, her hands in her pockets. The left half of her face was covered by long black hair, revealing an eye patch underneath.
"Y-you are...Midou Setsuna..."
The woman in the turtleneck spat out her chewing gum,
which stuck to Hibiki's face. Her face was then pressed down by the foot, making the gum stick even tighter.
"Don't call me that. Know your place, you wild monkey."

Chapter Two, Oniwaban, sneaking into

a beechwood table with a freshly grilled steak on it. A plate nearly twenty centimeters in diameter held the slices of meat directly. This was top-grade A-5 Omi beef.
The aroma of beef and pepper
filled the air, steam rising high. Takuma Kanno looked at the greasy breakfast, a stark contrast to the early morning. The rising sun streamed through the ceiling window above the beams, announcing the start of a bright morning.
Opposite him sat Izayoi, wearing a blue kudo robe and a sash, scooping rice from a bowl. Her wrists were protected.
She was a genuine female ninja—more accurately, a woman skilled in "Reverse Ninjutsu." While ninjutsu is typically male-dominated, there are also ninjutsu designed specifically for women; this is Reverse Ninjutsu. Izayoi was a successor of the Momiji-ryu school of Reverse Ninjutsu. A female ninja dispatched to protect Takuma.
The two first met three weeks ago. Three ninjas from the Yanan Ninjutsu clan, who had their eyes on Takuma, the holder of the King's Penis, suddenly attacked him. The one who helped Takuma was Izayoi. To experience the power of the King's Penis firsthand, she stayed. Later, she became a guest of the Kamino family, responsible for taking care of Takuma.
Takuma brought his face close to the grilled meat, his eyes gleaming.
"What, eating steak so early in the morning...?"
Hearing Takuma's question, Izayoi stopped serving rice.
It seemed she had asked an inappropriate question.
"Um... there's still... in the freezer..."
"Could it be, it's 'out' again?"
"Yes..."
Takuma groaned softly, covering his face. He still remembered having sex with Izayoi yesterday, but all memories after ejaculation were gone.
"How many times has this happened..."
"The fifth time."
"So this meat...?"
"Although I begged her to do nothing and disappear quickly, she threatened that if I didn't grant her wish, it would continue... It won't disappear if I don't say anything."
Takuma sighed deeply.
The thing commonly called a penis is Mara.
This is Sanskrit, a demon that hinders spiritual practice? The sound is “Ma-ra-”. However, the magical Mara that can grant people's wishes truly exists.
—The King's Penis.
A magical penis growing between Takuma's legs.
According to the ancient book of ninjutsu, "The Tale of the Female Ninja," the King's Penis is activated through sexual intercourse and fulfills the wishes of the woman with whom it is intercourse. According to oral tradition, the King's Penis awakens when a woman loses her virginity, but in the past five times, Takuma and Izayoi transformed into muscular men halfway through. And they fulfilled the wishes Izayoi made.
The first time, the dilapidated Kano house was transformed into a brand new mansion overnight.
Next, the bus timetable. The bus that used to run every half hour became every ten minutes.
The third time, it was Goto? Six hundred grams of the highest grade black abalone from the Kujuku Islands. The fourth time, it was two super-grade mangoes priced at twenty thousand yen. And then, there was this time.
"What, it all feels like food, is it just my imagination?"
"Y-you're overthinking it."
The two fell silent.
Their eyes suddenly met.
“I’m sorry… Before, when Takuma-sama was online, he said this looked delicious…”
“Just say what you want to eat.”
Izayoi didn’t answer.
Having lived to this day out of loyalty to someone, Izayoi couldn’t possibly prioritize her own desires. The only time she had ever truly expressed her desires was because of the King’s Penis. Anyone who witnessed the King’s Penis would become a prisoner and have sex with it.
“Well, never mind. Let’s eat.”
Takuma picked up his knife and fork.
The fork pierced the left side of the sirloin steak, and the knife cut down. Like slicing sashimi, the meat separated easily.
“So tender…”
Takuma exclaimed instinctively.
“It cut so easily!? What…!”
He ate while shouting.
"Delicious!"
"Is it tasty?"
"Super delicious! It melts in my mouth!"
He continued cutting meat and putting it in his mouth. Seeing this, Izayoi also cut her own steak.
After putting it in her mouth, Izayoi's eyes widened. Her mouth opened blankly, and she quickly covered her lips with her hand, but still smiled with her eyes narrowed.
"It melts..."
Takuma smiled as well, continuing to cut meat and eat.
Quite delicious meat.
"How much is it?"
"Two kilograms..."
Takuma gave a wry smile.
The two had been living together for three weeks.
His mother divorced when he was in middle school, and his single father left saying he wanted to see mermaids and went to Denmark, and hadn't returned yet.
Now he lived with Izayoi. There were no arguments, and the older lover and the younger master lived a harmonious life.
"Would you like another bowl?"
"Sure."
Takuma handed over the bowl.
While waiting, he looked at the bulge in Izayoi's shirt.
(It's really big...)
Takuma thought.
Izayoi's bust was 105 centimeters. Her cup size was J. Because domestically produced bras only go up to I-cup, Izayoi crammed her breasts into an I-cup bra.
She probably isn't wearing a bra now.
(They're definitely bigger than Maika's.)
Takuma thought of the dangerous woman he'd slept with once.
Amami Maika.
The disciplinary committee chairperson and chairman's daughter, also a student at Amami Academy. She'd stolen Takuma's important large-breasted photobook countless times. And she was also the successor of the Hidden Ninjutsu, the Karasu-on-Yo style. She tried to steal Takuma's virginity by summoning a demon god but failed. After that, they rarely met at school, and he sometimes thought of Maika's large breasts.
He hated Maika as a partner. Her personality was terrible. But those rocket-shaped breasts were incredibly alluring. He really wanted to make love to Maika again.
"What's wrong?"
"Ugh, nothing."
"Want to suckle her breasts?"
"Won't it come out?"
"Want to check for yourself?"
Izayoi's eyes were very sensual.
Early in the morning, Izayoi was already seducing him. The morning after the demon appeared, he would always make love to Izayoi.
"Th-well... just for a little while."
Takuma left the dining table.
Izayoi also stepped back from the table and then sat upright. Takuma lay on her lap, turning his face towards her.
Her breasts were so large that they blocked almost half of her view.
(Wow, they're really big...)
Seeing her pants bulge, Izayoi smiled.
Her robe pulled open.
Her breasts, without a bra, looked even more incredibly elastic. They were swollen like cantaloupes. White and firm, ripe enough to eat.
To make it easier for Takuma to suckle, Izayoi leaned forward, lifting her breast with one hand. There seemed to be a hole in the center of her areola, recessed.
Recessed nipple.
Takuma stretched his neck slightly and licked the beautiful areola.
"Ah?"
Izayoi cried out happily. Even without breast milk, this kind of breastfeeding play would still be very stimulating to both mother and lust.
Takuma stuck out his tongue and pierced the recessed nipple like a drill. While her tongue swirled around, she sucked on those enormous, coconut-like breasts.
After letting out a long, sharp sound, Izayoi finally caught her breath.
"Ah...don't pierce my breasts..."
"The breast milk...isn't coming out..."
"Should I ask the demon for help after he appears this time?"
"Hmm..."
she answered casually, then sucked on her breasts.
Her mouth held a breast, her tongue probing and playing with the indented nipples, causing Izayoi's body to tremble. Her breasts remained her weakness.
"Izayoi, you're so horny."
"Because...breasts...breasts..."
Izayoi cried out as her nipples were teased by her tongue.
In the indented cavity of her breasts, she could feel the nipples gradually hardening. Her tongue relentlessly pursued, stimulating and licking. She tasted the pointed nipples.
Ah...Izayoi bent her upper body.
Her full breasts pressed against her face.
Soft, yet surprisingly heavy, white breasts. Possessing mature elasticity. Her mouth was filled to the brim, her oral cavity entirely filled with breast flesh.
His hand reached for the other breast he hadn't tasted, his fingertips piercing the inverted nipple.
"Ah!"
Izayoi jumped up.
"Today... I can't go to school this morning... Please... please don't make love with the bad guy..."
Izayoi pleaded breathlessly. The bad guy was Amami Maika.
"In return, someone will protect you..."
"I'll be fine with Izayoi's breasts protecting me."
Takuma sucked on the nipple harder, at which point a heavy voice sounded behind Izayoi. The beechwood table instantly floated up, and Takuma jumped away.
The person who fell from the ceiling propped herself up.
She was wearing a dark red mesh bodysuit, with an iron plate tied to her forehead, covering her mouth and nose. Her face was not visible, but she had two short braids.
Amami Maika's warden, Yuna.
The successor of the ninjutsu in the Kara Kara Otori. In other words, the enemy of Takuma and Izayoi.
"Yo, yo... I just happened to be passing by. I'm not a strange person, so don't worry."
Yuna stood up, feigning calmness.
She turned around and backed away as if nothing had happened. Her knees were slightly bent; she must have been hurt badly from the impact.
Izayoi straightened one knee.
Noticing the presence, Yuna immediately fled.
"Assassin!"
Izayoi drew a club-shaped shuriken and shot it at Yuna.
"Ouch!"
Yuna narrowly dodged it and rushed towards the entrance.
"Damn it, don't even think about escaping!"
"Izayoi, that's enough!"
Izayoi got up to chase after her, but Takuma grabbed her.
"But..."
"The ceiling is broken."
"Maybe they overheard a secret."
"Did we say anything important?"
"Maybe they discovered the Demon God has been summoned again."
"What... about that? It's not a bad thing, is it? Anyway, they can't do anything. Even Maika can't summon the Demon God again. Because she couldn't in the first place."
"But..."
Izayoi, still unconvinced, suddenly saw a handkerchief floating down in front of her. The two instinctively looked at the ceiling. It must have fallen from a pillar.
Izayoi clutched the handkerchief.
"It's Yuna's."
"Probably. It's wet."
Izayoi unfolded the handkerchief. Part of it was twisted, with strange, bow-shaped marks.
"What is that?"
"Teeth-shaped."
"Teeth?"
"Maybe it's biting this."
"Could it be that she's upset about not seeing any meat..."
"Probably."
Takuma sighed.
"That girl, Maika, has she even been eating properly?"
Morning sunlight streamed into the two swimming pools, one round and one square. White corridors with dozens of pillars stood on either side.
Looking up, there was a clear blue sky over Seien City.
In winter, the giant dome-shaped roof would cover the pool, turning it into a heated ceiling; now it was open. This was the rooftop swimming pool of the Maika House, the second daughter of the Amami family. The Amami family, with its twenty square kilometers of square area, had its father, mother, eldest daughter, and second daughter each living in their own houses.
"The fifth time?"
Maika Amami, the owner of the Maika House, subconsciously asked Yuna.
It was a beautiful face that stunned everyone who saw it.
A straight, Russian-like nose, noble eyes. This wasn't a Japanese face, but rather a Western-style beauty. Her shoulder-length, light brown hair had elegant curls. This was the beauty of a life winner.
She always started her mornings with a swim. She would wake herself up in the warm water before having breakfast.
This Sunday was no different. Just after a short swim, Yuna, who was in charge of reconnaissance, returned.
"The fifth time, what happened? The demon has appeared again?"
"Yes. This time it was Omi beef. It's incredibly delicious meat… I really wanted to try it, but I couldn't. This is Yuna's only failure in her life… This time, even if it costs me my life, I will get that meat…"
"Enough."
After saying this, Maika stepped onto the pool stairs.
Maika was completely naked.
Her breasts, with their healthy skin tone, were full like fruits growing on a woman's body. These beautiful, perfectly symmetrical, cannonball-shaped breasts seemed to defy gravity, thumping forward. They had an amazing three-dimensionality, naturally rocket-shaped breasts.
Her waist was slender, almost as if her ribs were visible on her sides. She was 166 centimeters tall, but her waist was less than 60 centimeters.
Moreover, her buttocks formed a prominent curve below her waist, appearing quite taut.
Her measurements were 96-58-90.
Her bra size was H-cup.
This was an alluring body with curves in all the right places. Even a single bikini photo, without showing her face, caused a huge stir on online forums.
Beside the pool, a female ninja with short, stylish hair knelt, serving her with a towel. She and Yuna were twins, named Mizuna.
Taking the towel, Maika sat on a lounge chair. Mizuna
immediately offered her fresh juice. Maika took it and drank it all in one gulp.
Her mind was clearing, but she still couldn't accept it.
It was about Takuma Kanno.
In her life, no man could resist her charms. Compared to her, Maika, who developed earlier, had the figure and face of a third-year middle school student even in elementary school. Her breasts had already developed to a D-cup.
Boys were creatures she could boss
around. They were servants she could control, obeying her every command. But there were only two exceptions—
one of them being Takuma Kanno. Three weeks ago, Maika discovered he was the holder of the King's Penis, and thus began pursuing this second-year student from Tenkai Academy.
According to legend, the King's Penis grants the wishes of those who offer their virginity.
This was learned from Mochizuki Chiyome's "The Tale of the Female Ninja." To be precise, she learned about the King's Penis from "The Tale of the Female Ninja," and the fact that only virgins could make wishes was just hearsay.
But legends are just legends.
As the successor of the ninjutsu of the Karakan-on-ryu school, she gambled her virginity to have sex with Takuma, but the demon god didn't appear.
Not only did she not get her wish, but her ambition vanished along with her virginity.
Maika hated Takuma from the bottom of her heart.
She thought the King's Penis was real, but it turned out to be a lie…! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! "Give me back my virginity!"
However, the situation changed drastically the next day. The dilapidated house of the Kamino family had been transformed into a mansion overnight.
The shock of seeing it for the first time was still unforgettable.
She instinctively knelt on the ground.
Unbelievable.
Building such a house in one night was beyond human capability.
It was true that Kamino Takuma possessed the King's Penis.
Knowing this, Maika was filled with huge questions.
Why didn't the demon appear when she made love? Was she impotent? Was she unqualified? No, impossible. The King's Penis could grant anyone's wishes.
Could it be that, contrary to the legend, it could only activate after losing one's virginity? But if that were the case, why didn't the demon appear every time during Izayoi's intercourse? Instead, it appeared "sometimes." Could it be that the activation of the King's Penis depended on probability? She couldn't
understand it no matter how she thought about it.
Moreover, she felt a strong pain in her chest.
The demon didn't appear when she made love. But that woman—during Izayoi's intercourse, appeared five times.
Was that woman that good? Did that woman make the demon feel better?
Maika shook her head.
(Compared to that woman, I'm definitely better.)
(I'm a beauty, and I have a good figure. My bust size is a little smaller, but my breasts are definitely better. My sensitivity is also great, and the shape is the most beautiful.)
Maika bent her knees, biting her right index fingernail.
Just the anger she felt made her want to expel Takuma. However, she unusually accepted Yuna and Mizuna's advice. If Takuma were really expelled, he might summon a demon to retaliate. Even though Maika's father was the chairman of the board of directors of Amami Academy, and she held absolute power in the academy, it was useless in front of the King's Cudgel. If Izayoi made love to Takuma, summoned the demon, and made a wish for Amami Maika to be expelled, he would definitely be expelled.
(It shouldn't be that I can't satisfy the demon...)
Suddenly, Maika thought this.
Impossible.
At that time, that man also nodded. He was excited by my breasts and wanted to ejaculate inside. Even though it was her first time, she felt comfortable; the man must have felt comfortable too.
But the Demon God didn't appear.
What was wrong?
What wasn't right?
What—
As Wu Xiang pondered, she heard a cheerful voice. "
Rock, paper, scissors.
Look over there.
No…
rock, paper, scissors.
Look over there.
No…
" "What are you doing?"
Maika turned her head, startling the two of them. They showed no sign of tension. They'd barely put the clothes aside when the two Oniwabanshu started childishly playing around.
"Mika-san is unhappy."
"Could it be... you want to play too?"
"No way! I said you're noisy!"
"Yes!!"
The two jumped up again in fright. "Hurry, hurry," they ran along the poolside, mimicking the sound of their voices. Then they collided head-on and fell to the ground.
Maika shook her head and sighed.
Sometimes, she hated having these Oniwabanshu around.
"Mika-san. You'll catch a cold if you don't wear clothes."
"That's right, that's right. If you catch a cold, you have to be in the riding position."
"The two aren't related, are they?"
"No, um."
Mizuna clapped her hands.
“Like Yuna said, the rear-entry position doesn’t seem to work.”
“What?”
“The method of summoning the demon.”
“The two are unrelated, right?”
“No, regarding this, demons, it seems, only appear halfway through sex. They appear when the penis is inside the vagina.”
“So?”
“Isn’t it strange to only let the other person see the back of their head and then expect their wish to be granted?”
“What?”
“Because, in the rear-entry position, you can’t see the other person’s face. But, when you make a normal wish, you have to see the face of the person whose wish is being granted, right? Perhaps the demon is the same. Only letting the other person see the back of their head, yet saying ‘I’ll grant your wish,’ isn’t that strange?”
“Yes, yes, strange, strange. Utterly strange.”
Yuna slammed her fist.
“But, Ms. Maika used the rear-entry position with that man, so she couldn’t summon the demon.”
“That doesn’t matter. Besides, that position and the demon—”
Maika stopped mid-sentence.
It couldn’t be said that it was impossible.
Indeed, as Oniwaban said.
Hoping for someone to grant their wish, yet having them look at the back of their head—it's incredibly awkward.
"That boy named Takuma faints when the demon appears. He faints with his neck tilted to one side, and then the demon appears. After it appears, the woman still continues to have sex with the demon, which means Takuma fainting is okay, right?
" "You saw it?"
"No, I heard it."
Maika pondered.
A sense of unease lingered.
During the challenge, the demon didn't appear, leaving her feeling resentful and even disheartened. However, she couldn't leave empty-handed. Perhaps it was worth a try.
"Yuzuna, Mizuna,"
Maika called to two guards.
"Lend me your wisdom. This time, we must summon the demon."

Chapter 3, Breast Humiliation

. Why the infirmary was here, she wasn't entirely sure.
Takuma, carrying his judo uniform, recorder, and schoolbag, stood in front of the classroom of Class 2-A. This was an area forbidden to Class D students.
At Tenkai Academy, students were divided into Classes A through F based on their grades. The curriculum differed between classes. Class A is the best, followed by Class B and Class C.
Class D is the class with below-average grades. Students in Class C walk with their heads held high because their grades are above average, while students in Class D can be considered below-average idiots.
Every year, classes are changed according to grades, but Takuma was in Class D for both his first and second years. There are 180 students in the school year, and he was ranked 100th when he entered, with no change in grades.
However, a week after July
, the week after the final exams, he heard a shocking announcement.
It all started when his homeroom teacher, whom he had never met before, said,
"You've been moved from Class D to Class A."
Takuma, who was about to enter the second-year Class D classroom, was suddenly stopped by his homeroom teacher and looked back with a bewildered expression.
At that moment, he didn't know what had happened.
"Did the class name change?"
"So you're changing from Class D to Class A. Got it?"
"I don't understand."
"You're not very bright."
"That's unnecessary."
Takuma's ranking was "108th" among the 180 students—the same number as his worries.
The homeroom teacher sighed.
"The point is, you're the only one changing classes. Starting today, the class you're going to isn't Class D, it's Class A. You're changing from Class D to Class A. Got it?"
"No, I don't understand at all."
"Just hurry up and get there."
"I've been demoted?"
"Demoted?! This is a promotion!"
"This is weird! Why do I have to go there?! I'm ranked 108th!?"
"Go with Worries."
"How could I go!"
"Well, I'll try my best as an athlete. Because their relay team loses every year. Help them out. Compared to studying, I might be treated like a long-term laborer, hehehehehe."
—So, Takuma stood under the unfamiliar class sign.
Even if he went back to Class D now, Takuma's desk and chair would be taken away. He had nowhere to go back to.
Plus, Izayoi had to take leave.
The main family was coming, so he had to go to Momozuki City. "
It's okay if I'm not here, I have strong companions..." Izayoi said, but he still felt lonely.
(Izayoi isn't here, not here...)
Takuma sighed.
The time they spent together in class felt like a dream. And the thought of going to another class later made him feel heavy-hearted. He had a certain indescribable, "bad feeling."
Takuma sighed again, cautiously looking towards Class A's classroom.
A sharp face turned towards him.
Then he immediately looked back and chatted with his friends. This wasn't just a class gathering the top thirty students of the school year; everyone even looked intelligent. Fifteen minutes before the first class started, some people were already studying diligently with their textbooks open.
(Wow... a diligent class...)
Takuma's face scrunched up.
(I can't stand this place...)
(Back to Class D...)
Before even entering the classroom, Takuma felt annoyed. These people must be seriously trying to get into the University of Tokyo. He remembered shouting, "Get into the old Imperial University this year?" Takuma, the instructor of Class A in "You Must Have at Least Ten People from Waseda, Sophia, and Keio!", was annoyed once again. Waseda, Sophia, Keio—Takuma would be knocked out before the exams even began.
(I'd better go back to Class D. I don't want to stay in a place like this.)
Takuma lowered his head and turned away.
His head seemed to bump into something.
It felt soft.
It possessed an exquisite elasticity. His head felt soft, youthful, and full. There was also a faint "rose" scent.
(Huh? This is…!?)
Thinking literally with his "head," Takuma froze upon seeing the other person.
A man—no, not a man—wearing a long-collared coat. A woman in a black uniform, hands in her pockets, stood before him.
She had long hair flowing down her back, and long bangs that covered the left half of her face. Only the right half of her face was uncovered. A delicate, sculpted nose, and long, sharp pupils. Her eyes rolled back in a way that would stop even a crying child.
The third button of her uniform was undone, revealing full breasts. Healthy wheat-colored skin, forming a lewd V-shaped valley at her chest.
But now was not the time to admire full breasts.
(Uh!)
(A woman!!)
Takuma's upper body stiffened completely.
He had heard about it in his first year.
In Class A, there was a rather terrifying delinquent girl.瞬间让十个男性空手道社员倒地不起，搏击国家代表队成员，被她一击打倒——而且，没穿水手服，反而用高领大衣制服代替——
眼前女人，肯定就是天海学园最强不良少女？御堂刹那。
（咿、咿……）
（竟然撞到最恐怖的人！会被杀的……！）
拓摩发抖。
自己用头顶，碰到最凶恶女人的胸部。
“不、不不不、我不是故意的。”
慌张举高手，隔著高领大衣制服碰到胸部。
充满弹性。
（啊！）
“杀了你！”
御堂刹那拳头从口袋伸出来。以为将要揍人那瞬间，出现豁然开朗的表情，停下拳头。
一脸惊讶看著拓摩。
“你……是神野拓摩啊。”
“是、是我没错、请问……？”
刹那大声咂舌。
“呆呆站在这里做什么。”
“不，我在想要不要进去教室。”
“快点进去，呆子。”
刹那举脚。 He kicked Takuma in the back as he tried to escape. Takuma stumbled into the classroom.
The girls, who were diligently studying their reference books, immediately turned their attention back to their books upon seeing Takuma. No one seemed interested in his sudden appearance.
"H-Good morning, everyone... I'm Kanno Takuma, who transferred to Class A today..."
Takuma greeted them softly. The students must have heard him.
He felt like he was in the wrong place, Takuma thought.
People in Class A must be very smart. But he was ranked 108th. To be honest, he wasn't very bright. How would the homeroom teacher introduce him?
Ugh, how annoying.
This class where he was all alone. He should at least find someone he knew—
Takuma suddenly stopped.
Someone he knew, "I did."
A guy who occupied a three-person desk. Everyone else could only fit into the narrow 60cm x 47cm desk, while he alone enjoyed the spacious 200cm x 80cm.
And the chair was an ergonomic chair that cost 140,000 yen.
On the large table sat a high-end porcelain teacup from Meissen, costing hundreds of thousands of yen. It seemed someone was enjoying morning tea.
The owner picked up the teacup and took a sip,
elegantly drinking with his little finger.
He placed the teacup back on the table, noticing Takuma for the first time.
"Hi~~?"
Amami Maika—the most spoiled and capricious young lady in the school. The villain who had her eyes on the king's head.
Takuma rested his hand on his forehead, not responding immediately.
The ominous premonition that had surfaced when he heard "Class A" was about this… He had completely forgotten that Maika was in Class A…
"Good morning."
"No, not good morning! What's with that table?!"
Escaping the terror of Mido Setsuna's passing, Takuma burst out in one breath.
"My table!"
"Why is only your table that big?!"
"Because I'm a special honor student."
Takuma was speechless.
"I'm number one in this school. In all subjects."
"That probably doesn't include Quirks, right?"
"Anyway, come over here."
"No need."
"Don't bother looking for a seat. There's no desk specifically for you. There are only twenty-nine desks
, right?" "Stop nagging."
Takuma counted the desks one by one.
There were indeed only twenty-nine.
Even with Takuma's arrival, no more desks were added.
"Damn it, there's nothing
here. Haven't the desks been moved yet?" "This is it."
"Huh?"
"Your seat is here."
Maika pointed to the seat next to her. Why was there an ergonomic chair next to her?
"Starting today, you'll be attending classes with me."
Takuma stared at Maika. Maika
accepted it with a calm expression.
"I'm saying..."
"What?
" "You're the one who pulled me into Class A.
" "Remember to thank me."
"Who would thank you! Nobody asked you to put me in Class A."
"It was me.
" "You don't think of the school as your private property!?"
"Because this school is mine."
Takuma didn't know how to retort. That's a brain utterly devoid of common sense. What kind of education does one need to produce such a spoiled brat?
"I think even just once, I'd like to study with you."
"What kind of interests do you have?"
"Those kinds of interests."
"Just pranks, I guess."
"I want to play a prank, and then you're a low-class person, is that okay?"
"You're the low-class person."
"I'm top-class. You're third-class—special grade."
Maika can directly insult someone by calling them third-class. And as she speaks, she flips her shoulder-length hair. Her
full breasts sway beneath her white shirt.
Her breasts are still as large as ever.
The "upper part" of her breasts stretches the fabric, creating wrinkles. The shirt is pushed forward quite a bit, her breasts like towering mountains. It's like stuffing two extra-large cantaloupes inside the shirt.
At Amami Academy, there are two types of girls' uniforms: a sailor uniform with a miniskirt and a shirt with a plaid skirt.
Today, Maika is wearing a shirt with a plaid skirt. An elegant purple bow is tied below her neck. They are all custom-made from abroad. Upon closer inspection, only one girl's shirt is sparkly. All the other girls wear cotton shirts, while only one girl's shirt is made of silk.
Although her character is terrible, her breasts are absolutely gorgeous.
(Really, her only advantage is her breasts.)
Takuma stares at Maika's breasts for the moment.
If we compare the size, Maika is a 96cm J-cup. Maika is a 96cm H-cup. Her size is not as good as Izayoi's.
However, even though they are both breasts, the shape, texture, and elasticity are different.
The touch of Maika's breasts, which he has only touched once, is still lingering on his hands. He still remembers the youthful elasticity that would push his fingers back when he rubbed them.
However, he has never used Maika's breasts for nipple play.
How pleasurable would it be to insert a penis into those proud breasts? How comfortable would it be to rub those rocket-shaped breasts with a penis?
To keep his penis from getting hard, Takuma looked away. Noticing Takuma staring at her chest, Maika smiled slightly.
(Damn it! I'm definitely going to rub your breasts! I know what you're up to. I absolutely won't use my penis on you!)
The bell rang.
Five minutes before class started.
"Shouldn't you just accept your fate? You don't... want to stand during class, do you?"
"Shut up."
Takuma slammed his judo uniform on the table.
The English teacher, wearing metal-rimmed glasses, began fluently explaining the textbook's key points.
Takuma opened his textbook and then buried his face in his hands.
A state of utter despair.
It was like looking at a book of Roman numerals. Finding the words he knew was harder than finding the ones he didn't know. He had no idea what was written on it.
Even if he wanted to ask someone, there was no one he could ask. The classmates who had initially been secretly watching Takuma were now focused on the lesson. It felt like they were avoiding him.
He couldn't force it.
Takuma and Maika shared the same table and sat in the same chair.
It was best not to bump into Maika.
The same thing could be seen as a danger signal. The ergonomic chair was comfortable, but his mood for class was terrible.
(I want to escape...)
(I hope class ends quickly after I close my eyes...)
Takuma lay on the desk with a pleading look in his eyes.
He wondered why things had turned out this way.
It was all because of Maika.
No.
It was when the penis grew out of his crotch. My divorced and gone mother, why did I have this thing? If I could see her right now, I would want to ask her why she gave birth to this thing.
Faced with fruitless reflection, his mood became depressed. At this moment, Takuma's lower body seemed to touch something.
(Whoa!)
He jumped up.
He looked to the side.
Maika looked at the blackboard with a nonchalant expression, holding a ballpoint pen in her left hand, her posture quite natural.
However, her right hand was moving furtively. Right below her palm was the thing bulging in her pants.
(W-What are you doing!)
Takuma stared straight at Maika.
Maika glanced at Takuma, her left hand writing in his notebook.
"—Can you feel anything?"
Takuma immediately grabbed his pen and wrote.
"—Where are you touching, you pervert?"
Maika quickly wrote.
"—A place that makes you feel good."
"—Watch out, I'll scream."
"—Your breasts, don't you want to touch them? "
He swallowed hard.
Maika's breasts?
During class?
"You can touch them," Maika said, propping up her textbook and leaning forward. Her soft breasts pressed against the desk.
His hand could easily reach them.
(W-W-W-Can I? Really?)
Takuma looked around nervously.
The teacher turned away from the classroom and walked to the right. Takuma and his classmates were in the last row; there was no one else behind them. However, class was in session. If they were discovered, they'd be dead.
Maika moved her hand to her zipper.
She slowly pulled it down to avoid making a sound. None of the other students noticed.
(You…!)
Takuma glared at Maika, but she pretended not to see him. He leaned over the table and pulled the zipper all the way down.
(Damn it, like this…!)
Takuma reached out his left hand.
Palm up, he kneaded Maika's right breast. Her full breasts, stretched high by the shirt, were held in Takuma's hand.
His fingers immediately sank in.
Besides the feel of the shirt and bra, the wonderful elasticity that pushed the force back filled his palm. So full that he couldn't knead the whole breast with one hand.
Maika subconsciously frowned. She bit her lip, not making a sound.
(So good…!)
Takuma was almost numb.
Avoiding the gaze of the teacher who was teaching English, he rubbed the young lady's proud breasts. This feeling of knowing it was wrong only increased the pleasure.
He hadn't spoken to Maika since that incident, but she still hadn't given up. There was only one reason why she was willing to let him rub her breasts—it must be the King's penis. But, anything was fine. As long as he could rub her breasts with his own hands…
Takuma continued, three times, four times, and boldly five or six times, kneading her breasts. It was as if he was lifting her from below, squeezing the full breasts inside her shirt.
The shirt fabric billowed forward, the buttons almost popping open. The purple bow was also swaying.
Maika's body trembled slightly.
Secretly playing a breast-rubbing game in the classroom, making his penis gradually hard. Maika also breathed warmly, her hand sliding inside the zipper. Elegant fingers stroked her panties back and forth.
She felt excited.
That arrogant young lady, the beautiful disciplinary committee chairperson, was actually massaging her classmate's penis through his panties during class.
Her fingers moved up and down along the shape of the penis.
To make the penis ejaculate, her fingers continued the up-and-down massage motion.
(How could I let you succeed!)
Takuma stretched out his wrist and grabbed the left breast.
As if gripping it tightly with his palm, he grabbed the full breast in one go. Then he pressed the flesh from above.
No matter how much he pressed, the breast remained full and heavy. These were heavy H-cup breasts.
Maika's body trembled.
A 96-centimeter-long mound of flesh bounced in his hands. The thin fabric was stretched taut, revealing the fullness of her breasts beneath the shirt. The flesh spread out inside the bra, swelling the fabric to its limit.
Takuma pressed down on the beautiful breasts, moving them in circles with each thrust. His palms weren't wide enough to knead the entire mound, so he could only spread them wide and rub them back and forth.
The young breasts moved inside the shirt, stretching the fabric. The buttons barely held together.
Maika's face showed distress. Her beautiful brows furrowed, and her left hand desperately supported her body.
(Feeling it now!)
Takuma felt smug.
He was finally in a favorable position. It was the perfect opportunity to break the young lady's proud nose.
(With both hands...!)
Takuma thought to himself.
To be honest, he really wanted to rub her breasts with both hands. That way, Maika would definitely feel it more. However, it would be bad if he actually did it. He would definitely be discovered.
(Then—)
Takuma extended his index finger over her breast.
He slowly moved it along her high breasts, trying to find her nipples.
At this moment, Maika retaliated.
Her fingers, which had been rubbing against her panties, slipped inside the hole in the front of her panties. Her fingertips suddenly grabbed his penis, making Takuma almost scream.
She pinched his penis between her index and middle fingers and gently shook it. And soon she began to move it up and down.
(Damn woman... she really wants me to cum...!)
Unwilling to admit defeat, Takuma plunged his index finger into the center of her breast.
He thought he'd caught the nipple—but he hadn't quite grasped it.
At that moment, Maika's fingers accelerated their rubbing motion. Her fingers rubbed at high speed like a machine, while simultaneously swaying his penis from side to side.
(Ah... this guy...)
Takuma completely forgot.
Maika was a successor of the ninjutsu of the Karasu-no-Kage style. As a female ninja, masturbating was naturally a piece of cake for her.
Retaliation, Takuma's finger plunged into a stiff spot on her chest.
His finger stirred back and forth in the bulge of her shirt.
The fleshy mound, stretching the shirt open, swayed wildly.
Maika smiled faintly.
(Didn't catch it!)
(Damn it!)
The moment his finger moved, Maika's body trembled.
(There!)
His index finger focused on scratching the narrow radius. The peaks inside the shirt swayed back and forth. His finger attack grew stronger, sinking into the soft fleshy mound.
Maika's body shuddered.
She looked at Takuma with a sexy gaze.
(I really want to rape her...!)
Just as he thought this, a loud thud sounded from his right rear.
In the last row on the right, Setsuna Mido, with her hands clasped behind her head, had her feet on the desk.
Teachers and students alike turned to look.
"Mido-kun, what kind of attitude is that?"
"Nonsense. I didn't see any guy being played with, nor did I see any girl having her breasts rubbed. I just put my feet on the desk, what's it to you!"
Takuma was startled.
He quickly removed his hands from her chest. Maika also withdrew her hands.
(Could it be... that they've found out...?)
His heart raced.
Considering what had just happened, he felt that if he did anything else strange, a biker gang member on a modified motorcycle would come after him.
"S-anyway, please put your feet down. Is that how you listen to a lecture?"
"So noisy! Do you want to be sent to the hospital?!"
The English teacher fell silent.
Slightly speechless, he deliberately coughed and then resumed reading the textbook. Even the teacher couldn't withstand Setsuna's charisma.
Takuma secretly glanced at Setsuna. At the same time ,
they both looked over.
A slender, high-bridged nose, long pupils—she glared at him with eyes so wide they could stop a child from crying.
Her right eye was glaring fiercely.
Takuma quickly pulled his gaze away.
(Oh no... she's glaring at me...) (Later, I might be killed...) Of all times, Izayoi isn't here. She's only absent when Takuma is in danger. She's probably still meeting with the main family. Maika reached for her notebook. The pen quickly wrote something down. —Should we continue? Takuma wrote back in the notebook. —I don't want to die. —No, but touching her breasts? —What are you thinking? —Sex. Takuma fell silent. How could a woman like this be the top student in the school year? —Let's wait until we're alone? —I'm asking Wang Jing too. Maika put down her pen and looked out the window. It seems she hasn't given up yet. (That way it'll be quiet...) Just as she was thinking this, Maika suddenly screamed. She slumped onto the table, her body convulsing, and began screaming loudly. (W-wh-what!? What happened!?) Takuma was completely flustered. What happened? What was the trigger? Was his response the cause of the whole thing? "What's wrong, Amami-kun?" Maika looked at the English teacher with a pained expression. She was so scared that she broke out in a cold sweat. "Ugh... gurgle... ah..." "Amami-kun...?" "I-I'm sorry... my chest hurts... breathing..." It was very realistic, as if it had actually happened. (Acting? Or is it real?) (This girl, could she be having asthma?) "Should we call a doctor?" "It's okay... to the infirmary... she just needs to lie down..." "Who, who can take her to the infirmary! Where's the health committee member?" "Teacher, shouldn't we tell the homeroom teacher?" A female student suddenly interrupted. "No, we can talk about it after class, I don't have a phone yet..." The students' eyes all turned in a certain direction. "Huh?" The center of their gaze was Takuma. No one was called out, but everyone was looking at Takuma. "Huh? The health committee member is her?" "It refers to Takuma-san. The new student is in charge of the health committee member, and she received this text message this morning." A female student spoke up. "Huh? Me?" Did I hear wrong? "W-How could it be me? I just transferred here today, I haven't even introduced myself yet, and I haven't even voted..." "That's what Amami-san said." Takuma glared at Maika. (You're up to something!) Maika twisted her neck trying to shake her head, but she was slumped over the table, looking like she was having trouble breathing. "Well then, Kanno-san. Please take Amami-san to the infirmary." "Huh!? Me!?" "Because, you're the health committee member, right?" "No, I, today... Where are the others...?"

In that instant, everyone's gaze shifted away from Takuma. As if pre-arranged, they focused intently on their textbooks.
Everyone had avoided him.
This meant it had nothing to do with Maika.
(Despicable bastard!)
Takuma mentally roared at his classmates.
Maika seemed to be in real pain.
Carried by Takuma, her head close to his, she gasped for breath, "Haa, haa." Perhaps Maika really was sick.
His large breasts pressed against his back through his shirt. Before reaching the infirmary, Takuma really wanted to push Maika down, but then thought better of it. If Maika was really sick, pushing her down would be disastrous.
However, at such an important time, the infirmary was empty. All the beds were empty too.
"Do you have any medicine?"
"Lie down... I'll be fine soon..."
"Is your heart bothering you?"
Maika didn't answer.
Takuma walked to the innermost bed and laid Maika down with his back to him.
"Lie down quickly. I'll get a blanket."
"Thank you..."
Maika obediently lay down on the bed. He'd just wanted to push her down, but now the urge was gone.
"Is your heart really not very good?"
Maika silently moved her lips.
"What?"
She silently moved her lips again.
Of course, no sound came out.
"Huh?"
Takuma bent down, his ear close.
In that instant—
he'd only just realized two wrists were wrapped around him when he was pressed against her soft body.
"Wow! Wh-what—"
Takuma's voice was swallowed by the two large breasts that strained against his shirt. As if to prevent Takuma from escaping, Maika tightly hugged the back of his head, pressing it against her ample breasts.
"Huff, huff, huff!"
Unable to breathe, Takuma struggled violently.
Maika laughed happily. Takuma
gripped the sheet, trying to forcibly move his face away, but Maika tightened her grip. After all, she was a female ninja. Not an ordinary girl.
"Want to do something comfortable? Huh, huh?"
"Huff, huff, huff..." "
If you don't say 'uh,' I won't let you breathe."
"Huff, huff, huff!"
"Or are you going to suffocate me?"
Takuma slapped the sheets.
"Want to have sex? If you're willing to have sex, I'll let you go."
Takuma slapped the sheets again.
Maika released her wrist.
"You bastard! Are you trying to kill me?!"
In an instant, her face was pressed against her breasts again. The fleshy mound pressed violently against her face, making it impossible to breathe. Maika smiled.
"You can kill someone like that. Can you promise me you won't scream? Can you promise me you'll rub my breasts?"
Takuma slapped the sheets again.
"If you're willing to make a promise, then slap twice."
As Maika said, Takuma slapped the sheets twice. The strength in her wrists relaxed again.
Pfft, Takuma gasped for breath.
"How is it? Is it comfortable?"
"I can't breathe!"
Takuma was pressed against her cleavage again. She quickly slapped the sheets twice more.
"You have no learning ability. So stupid."
Although he wanted her to shut up, he couldn't refute Maika's words, and Takuma was very unwilling.
"If you shout loudly again next time, you'll really suffocate. Are you willing to swear not to shout?"
Takuma slapped the sheets twice.
"Good."
Releasing his grip, Takuma finally felt relieved.
"I said..."
"It felt good, didn't it?"
"You're faking illness."
"The school nurse isn't here today. She's on a business trip."
Takuma was silent.
"You sent the nurse out?"
"Nothing."
"Why did you do that?"
"You're lucky, aren't you?"
"This is a planned sexual crime."
"Who was touching someone's breasts during class?"
"Because you grabbed someone's penis."
"So what?"
Maika laughed happily.
What an annoying woman.
This woman's actions, besides seducing and bringing me to the scene, also sent the nurse away beforehand, all to attack me... everything just now was definitely an act.
"Aren't you going to continue?"
Maika's wrists clamped her breasts from both sides, bringing them together in the middle.
The peaks became even higher. The pure white shirt was stretched to the point of tearing, the wrinkles straightened out. There was a purple bow on it.
"Don't you want to touch my breasts?"
"What if the teacher comes?"
"He won't come."
"If he does, you'll definitely say 'he assaulted me,' right?"
"Don't you want to touch them?"
Maika rubbed her soft breasts with both hands. Takuma subconsciously succumbed to desire. Or rather, he couldn't suppress his desire for Maika.
"Take them off."
"Help me take them off."
"How long are you going to keep this up, Miss?"
"I am Miss."
It was jarring, but the truth.
Trying to win an argument with Miss was probably too much of a stretch.
Takuma reached for the shirt buttons. Pink could be seen through the white shirt, but the bra wasn't clearly visible.
Unbuttoning one button increased the area of exposed skin at the neckline; unbuttoning another revealed a deep cleavage.
Young, soft skin.
Besides the dazzlingly healthy complexion, there was also the pheromones of a breast-scented allure. Takuma's heart skipped a beat.
This was his first time making love with "Maika in her uniform." Maika stared at Takuma with the eyes of a noblewoman bestowing a reward.
(I really want to see this now.)
Takuma unbuttoned the last button, completely freeing his breasts.
He subconsciously swallowed.
What was revealed was a gorgeous bra made by the French high-end lingerie company? Sybaris. And it was a custom-made product.
The upper part was transparent, and the lower part was white fabric. The cups were embroidered with deep red roses. The part that came into contact with the body was made of pink silk. The shoulder straps were also made of the same pink silk.
(It's very expensive, isn't it...!)
This was completely different from the ugly brown bra; it was a very elegant bra. Even a regular one would cost nearly 20,000 yen.
Inside this high-end bra, her breasts were full of beautiful, white flesh. They bounced gently up and down. The smooth skin of a second-year high school student was just as dazzling as the high-end bra itself.
Maika stared at Takuma with a calm gaze unbelievable for someone her age.
A passionate, mysterious gaze.
"Aren't you going to take it off?"
A smile appeared on her face. Seeing Takuma hesitate, Maika arched her back to make it easier to unhook the bra.
The breasts inside the gorgeous bra were straight towards Takuma. A desire to bury his face in them arose, and Takuma quickly reached behind Maika and unhooked the bra.
The bra floated up, revealing her skin.
Takuma unhooked the bra straps and pulled it down. The pointed, perky breasts, shaped like huge jewels, were exposed. As the bra was unhooked, the breasts swayed gently up and down.
Exquisitely beautiful breasts.
Unlike artificial breasts, these didn't lose their shape even when lying down. They had a three-dimensional feel and were quite firm. It was as if she had two fleshy mounds on her chest, and full breasts with the front slightly upturned.
(So big...)
Takuma felt excited and desire again.
It had been three weeks since he had seen Maika's bare breasts since the boys' locker room. They weren't as big as Izayoi's, but the shape was quite beautiful, protruding forward at the tips.
His penis inside his underwear became erect. Soon, pre-ejaculate seeped out. Then he could enjoy his classmate's huge breasts to his heart's content in the empty infirmary.
"Suck it."
Maika arched her back and thrust her breasts forward.
Takuma silently grabbed a pair of peaks and rubbed them, sucking on the right tip.
Maika waited for Takuma with a queenly feeling.
She was the master.
Takuma was the servant.
No matter how much Takuma denied it, he still wanted to have sex with her and obey her.
Come on.
You don't just want to see my breasts, do you?
You want me, don't you?
Breasts, you want to suck them, right?
Sure.
Suck like a baby.
Even if Takuma wanted to remain calm, the moment his penis entered and bit her nipple, the tables turned. Her body instantly heated up, becoming sensitive, as he thrust into her uterus with a melting impact.
(Gurgle...!)
Maika's body arched back, trembling and twisting. Her
rocket-like breasts were sucked and stretched into a pair of rugby balls. Takuma forcefully stretched Maika's proudly large breasts.
(Eee... Eee... Don't stretch them like that...)
Maika almost screamed.
Her breasts were stretched several centimeters, becoming streamlined.
Takuma stretched his neck and pulled on her breasts. His tongue and lips clamped onto her nipple, making a loud sucking sound.
(Gurgle... How could this be... Stop...)
Maika subconsciously pressed down on the back of Takuma's head, twisting her body. In that instant, a slapping sound was heard, and Takuma released her nipple.
"Ahhh!"
Maika's body jerked.
Just one suck on her breast had turned on the pleasure switch. Her clitoris ached terribly.
Maika was a female ninja.
In terms of bedroom arts, Maika is definitely more skilled. Why, then, is she being led by the nose?
(The one who should be feeling it is Takuma. I…)
Her thoughts were interrupted by pleasure.
Takuma's hands gripped her H-cup breasts, making them sharp and erect, and she made loud sucking sounds.
His cheeks were filled with her breast flesh as he sucked hard. The full flesh was drawn into her mouth, stretching further.
When her breasts had been stretched several centimeters, Takuma suddenly released her nipples. A soft "smack" sound followed, and her full breasts bounced up and down.
This series of sucking sounds was almost frenzied.
He would suckle, then release her nipples with a "smack" sound, repeating this over and over. Her beautiful, rocket-shaped breasts were also stretched long and sharp, swaying back and forth.
"Ahhh! Ah! Ee!"
As her breasts were stretched, Maika's half-naked body trembled.
On the white sheets, her body twisted unconsciously.
Just from having her breasts sucked, her vagina was already wet. Honey-like fluid secreted.
Even if there was no one else in the infirmary, the noise couldn't be too loud. If the noise wasn't suppressed...
Takuma began to violently play with her nipples, as if inserting a penis.
He bit down on her nipples and stretched them, biting down and stretching them, her beautiful, full breasts bouncing back and forth. Making a "snap, snap" sound, he quickened the rhythm of biting and releasing her nipples, and shook her breasts forcefully.
"Ahhh! Ah, ah, ahhhhhh! No, don't keep doing this to my nipples, ahhhhh!"
Maika couldn't bear it, pushing Takuma's head away with both hands.
She wanted to say that pressing down on his head would stop him, but her body wouldn't obey. Instead, it seemed to agree to be made a sacrifice, her chest thrusting up and pressing her nipples against him.
Every time he bit down and released her nipples, his body would shudder. A "
snap, snap, snap" sound rang out, overlapping with Maika's panting. Her beautiful, rocket-shaped breasts swayed incessantly.
"Ah, ah, no nipples, no nipples, ahhhhhh..."
The sound came from the infirmary, as Takuma stretched out her nipples.
"Ahhh," Maika gasped, but the sound suddenly vanished. Her neck drooped to one side, her body jerking violently.
Like a spasm, Maika's body trembled two, three, then four, five times. Large spasms alternated with small tremors.
If you closed your eyes, it would look like an expression of ecstasy.
Takuma sucked on her right nipple, which alone made Maika's back bounce. She let out "Ahhh!" sounds, her upper body arching backward.
Again, a spasm occurred.
Her body shuddered, shuddered.
Her body bounced rhythmically, shuddered, her breasts were sucked, her chest thrust into Takuma's mouth. Takuma sucked her breasts loudly, then released, sucked again, released again, repeating this over and over. Now her mouth was full of breast flesh, her nipples hidden inside.
"Ahhhhh...no nipples...my nipples will..."
Maika grabbed Takuma's wrist.
But, in response, Takuma bit down on both nipples in one go.
A wet sucking sound was heard. Both nipples
were drawn by a strong pull , sucked into the high school boy 's mouth .
" Ah ...

Normally less than ten millimeters long, her nipples were now stretched to over fifteen millimeters.
(Aaaaah! I'm going to die! My nipples feel so good I'm dying...!)
Maika shook her head violently.
But even shaking her head couldn't escape the orgasm.
The high-end panties made by Sybaris were filled with glistening, lustful fluid. Liquid gushed from the depths of her honeypot. A flash of white light appeared in her mind.
(Orgasm... I'm orgasming again...)
Maika's body trembled.
This was the first time she had ever reached orgasm from having her breasts played with like this. The two Oniwaban also played with her breasts, but they weren't so fixated on attacking her nipples.
It was practically breast humiliation.
(If my nipples keep orgasming, I'll die... I can't breathe...)
In a moment of hazy consciousness, she suddenly relaxed. It seemed that Takuma had completely released her nipples.
Takuma's face was flushed.
He was panting heavily.
His mouth was full of saliva, and his lips were wet. Just seeing this scene made Maika wet again.
(I'm saved...)
Just as she thought that, Takuma started sucking on her breasts again.
Both nipples were bitten down, sucked even harder than before. The
breasts, bouncing like steamed buns, were stretched more than ten centimeters, making a "plop plop plop" sucking sound.
The rocket-shaped breasts were sucked until they resembled rugby balls, swaying back and forth.
Even so, Takuma continued to stretch the breasts.
The skin of the upper chest was stretched, and the flesh followed suit. The breasts were stretched into a vertical shape, the tips sharp and erect.
Maika screamed.
An orgasm surged through her body, her buttocks bounced up.
Her mind was filled with white light.
She felt no gravity, her consciousness distant. In that instant, she suddenly fell, leaning against Takuma.
It seemed the breast-sucking was over.
"Idiot..."
Maika gasped for breath, speaking in a weak voice. She had little strength, her voice almost inaudible. Only the shape of her lips could be discerned.
Takuma's hands still gripped her breasts.
Although panting, his hands continued to knead them.
His fingertips flicked the hard nipples, making Maika cry out sweetly.
"Seriously, you breast-obsessed person..."
"You seduced me, didn't you?"
"Sucking demon."
Takuma buried his face in her breasts.
"Idiot, stop, ahhhhh!"
Her breasts were sucked again, and Maika's body arched back. Just the sight of her breasts being sucked and stretched in his mouth caused her to tremble with orgasm.
"Ahhh...no..."
"Your breasts are so delicious..."
"No...no, not just your breasts...put them inside..."
Maika shook her head as Takuma sucked on both of her nipples. Her breasts, like heavy cannonballs, swayed back and forth.
An explosive pleasure emanated from her breasts, making Maika's body tremble.
Takuma was less of a demon who could grant wishes and more of a breast-obsessed person. He had already been sucking her breasts for a long time, and now he continued to focus on sucking them. He squeezed her breasts together with both hands, enjoying the pleasure of deforming her breasts.
Although his caresses were crazy, Maika also felt something from them. Could it be that their bodies were really compatible? Her vagina was already wet.
"Put them inside..."
Maika murmured as Takuma took off his pants.
The penis immediately sprang out of her underwear, slapping against her stomach.
Black moles on the inside of her breasts were arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper. Proof of the King's penis.
Maika smiled ecstatically.
Once the penis was out, it would be her turn to manipulate it. Then it was time for the female ninja to show off her skills.
Takuma planned to play with her breasts. He leaned closer, his penis near her breasts, intending to clamp them together.
(This won't do.)
Maika pressed down on Takuma's wrist.
She smiled.
In that instant, Takuma's body completely reversed, and Maika was now in his position.
"Wow!"
"Breast play can wait. Now it's going to be inside my vagina."
"You—"
Takuma reached out. Maika slapped his hand away.
It was too late to protect the King's penis now.
(Come on. Let me summon the demon god! The King's penis is mine!)
Just as Maika was about to lower herself—a sound came from behind—the curtain opened. Maika froze.
She hadn't expected anyone to be there.
The curtain of the next bed was drawn, revealing a tall figure looking in their direction.
(Izayoi! Trying to stop me? Watch this!)
Maika reached for the knife hidden in her boot. But before she could draw it, a dark figure leaped down from between the curtain and the ceiling.
"Whoa!"
Takuma screamed in fright.
The knife pierced the wall quickly. And the dark figure landed on the bed with its left foot.
The figure behind the curtain was just a disguise. Maika had anticipated this. However, before the opponent landed, she kicked her knife away.
The female ninja had an eyepatch over her left eye. Her long hair was tied back in a bun. She wore a metal plate on her forehead, and a black mask covered her face.
She wore a black cloak.
A beautiful blue gi could be seen underneath.
Below her short skirt were black leggings, revealing her beautiful skin. She stood on one leg, but there was no gap. Even if kicked, her body was full of power and she wouldn't lose her balance.
Her breasts, fuller than Izayoi's, pushed against the cloak.
"Who?"
"Breast Shadow."
The female ninja answered in a low voice. She didn't carry a sword or knife.
"A member of the Momiji-ryu school—Izayoi's partner?"
"Looks like your companion?"
The attacker seemed quite humorous.
"Like a moth to a flame. Did you think I was unprepared and alone?"
"I've already rehearsed."
Before the reply was even finished, Maika kicked.
Standing at 166 centimeters tall, she kicked with legs like a European, a right-footed front kick, followed by a left-footed kick, then another right-footed kick in a continuous combo.
It only took a second.
After forcing the figure to the foot of the bed, Maika attacked with her fists.
No less than a professional boxer, she threw ten punches at the figure's face in a second. Five seconds later, the opponent's figure fell backward, and a net fell from the ceiling above. The dark figure lay on the back, struggling. Two female ninjas wearing red mesh bodysuits attacked the figure.
Oniwaban Yuna and Mizuna.
They bound the figure with practiced movements.
Rolling on the ground.
At this moment—a dark figure appeared at Maika's feet, extending behind her. From ankle to thigh, thigh to waist, waist to chest, the shadow gradually forms a human figure.
Finally, the head was completed, and it slowly stood up behind Maika.
Maika didn't notice.
Like a ghost, the shadow clung to Maika's back.
"Miss Maika!"
Hearing the voices of the two Oniwabanshu, before Maika could turn around, she was kicked from behind. She flew over the bed, crashed heavily against the wall, and fell.
As Maika looked up and tried to stand up with her knees, the enemy's fingers quickly pointed at her private parts.
"Eek!"
"Inserted, inside, right?"
a deep voice asked.
"Should we make that unusable again? --Young lady."
The two Oniwabanshu attacked the shadowy breasts from the left and right.
Mizuna aimed at the head, and Yuna grabbed the abdomen, attacking with fists and kicks respectively. At the same time, Maika decisively used an elbow strike.
The opponent's body moved away, and the shadow spread at their feet. The shadow on the floor moved towards Takuma.
"Miss Maika!"
"I know!"
Maika threw a stick-shaped shuriken at the shadow on the floor.
The shadow suddenly stopped.
"Ugh!"
A groan was heard.
The shadow stopped in that place. As if someone had fallen there.
However, it was Maika who collapsed, her knees giving way.
Then, behind Maika, a black cloak appeared—a shadowy figure stood there, looking down with cold eyes.
"Shadow Manipulation Technique—"
Maika groaned softly.
Her opponent wasn't just a shadow. A
ninjutsu that allowed her to freely switch between her own shadow and her own body, confusing her opponent and launching attacks—one of the ninjutsu of the Momiji Style.
"Damn it!"
"Prepare yourself!"
Mizuna and Yuna attacked simultaneously.
The sun peeked through the clouds, illuminating the shadows of the two Oniwaban and the shadowy figure on the curtain. As the shadowy figure was knocked down and lost its balance, it formed hand seals in front of its chest.
There were two cries.
The shadowy figure "shadow" reflected on the curtain was hit by the flying kicks from the two "shadows." The solid shadowy figure without a shadow was forming hand seals.
However, both the Oniwaban and the shadowy figure itself fell to the ground, rolling around.
Takuma, on the bed, stared wide-eyed in surprise.
"I'll take this one."
The shadowy figure began to spin around on the spot.
The speed was quite fast; the hazy images of the two figures stopped, then reversed, and suddenly disappeared.
Some leaves scattered. At this moment, Takuma and the breast-shaped shadow had both vanished from the bed.
"What a proud woman... so close."
Maika propped herself up on the bed.
Her head was still buzzing.
She was angry at being thwarted halfway and losing her chance, but she wasn't mentally hurt. Maika knew this very well. And—there was an unexpected gain.
Maika grabbed the long hair on her right hand. Long hair different from Izayoi's.
Subconsciously, a smile appeared on her face.
This academy was hers. The Momiji-ryu ninja didn't know this yet. As long as this academy existed, that man was hers.

Chapter 4, Dragon Spin Flight.

A very strong woman.
Pressing Takuma against her ample bosom, the woman spun around and ran towards the corridor and up the stairs in one breath.
(What an amazing woman...)
(She's very strong.)
Running at an incredible speed, the woman was still able to hold Takuma tightly. Being hugged by a woman at his age always felt a little embarrassing, but for some reason, Takuma felt a sense of security and comfort.
Besides her strength, which would surprise even men, she exuded a sweet fragrance. Her breasts were soft, supporting Takuma's face.
(He really wanted to bury his face even deeper...)
Takuma squeezed in slightly.
As he inhaled, a faint "rose scent" made him stop.
The woman stopped too.
They had somehow ended up on the roof. They must have climbed the stairs.
The woman placed Takuma's feet on the ground.
However, Takuma still kept his face pressed against the woman's chest.
"How long are you going to hug me?"
Takuma pulled away from the woman's breasts, looking at her with surprise.
Could he know this woman? He had that feeling. But asking would be terrifying.
"What do you want to say?"
"Um... you wouldn't happen to be... Mido-kun?"
"What!?"
"I'm sorry if I'm mistaken... when we bumped into each other in the classroom, there was a rose scent..."
The woman silently looked at Takuma. It was a chilling gaze.
Finally, the figure reached for her hair. Her hair fell down, her thick black hair cascading down her back.
Sure enough, it was Mido Setsuna. The "comrade" Izayoi had mentioned, this must be her.
"Don't let yourself be easily seduced by Amami Maika. At least resist a little."
"B-because, I can't help it, the opponent is too strong."
"You even wanted to play with her breasts."
Takuma fell silent. Setsuna saw it clearly. A female ninja not to be underestimated.
"That bulge, put it away quickly. How long are you going to keep it public?"
"Y-yes!"
Takuma pulled up his pants. He almost pinched his testicles while zipping them up.
"Ouch...you're bleeding?"
Takuma pressed his penis against his chest, looking inside. There were seven black moles arranged in the Big Dipper pattern.
It should be alright.
When he looked up, Mido Setsuna was right in front of him .
Her eyes seemed possessed. Her gaze quickly shifted to Takuma's penis. Her lips parted slightly, exhaling a sexy breath.
(No… a bad feeling.)
(Could it be… that I was seen clearly!?)
Anyone who sees the King's penis instantly becomes a prisoner of desire. Could it be that even this female ninja in front of me—
“Th-that… what’s wrong?”
Takuma’s trembling body was grabbed by Setsuna’s hands.
The moment Takuma was pushed down, an uncontrollable surge of heat coursed through Setsuna’s body.
—I want it!
—I want to do it!
—I want that penis inside me…!
Desire made her feel like she was about to explode. Desire surged through her body, buzzing inside.
(Stop!)
Setsuna closed her eyes and shouted at her body.
(How could you attack the King's penis even on me! Stop! Get away now!)
She shifted her weight, trying to get away from Takuma. But, in that instant…
—Don't hold back. You really want a physical contract, don't you?
Your body whispers to you.
—The King's Penis can make you feel so good! Don't you want to experience this pleasure!?
(No need!)
Shaking her head in refusal, but her hands can't push the thorax away. The penis in front of her, she wants it so badly she can't stand it.
(Damn it! Damn it! Who's manipulating me! How can I be seduced by the King's Penis!)
—Don't hold back. Let the penis penetrate you.
(No! I don't want to be penetrated!)
Even if she strongly denies it, her body can't leave the thorax. Her clitoris is painful and wet.
(Stop! I can't get aroused...!)
Setsuna shakes her head.
No.
I am a female ninja.
The other person is someone I must protect. Seeing the King's Penis makes me want to have sex, how can I protect my lord from those unscrupulous people? How can I rape my lord?
Even if she thinks like this.
—I want it!
—I want to be penetrated!
—I want to be penetrated!
Even with her eyes closed, the image of the Big Dipper still appears in her dark vision.
—Don't you want to know the King's Penis?
And it was exhilarating.
—What is the purpose of the King's Penis? Is it to create misfortune? Is it for the pleasure of dictators? Don't you want to know the reason for the King's Penis's existence?
(I'm not interested!)
—Idiot. Still trying to hold on? Come on, let the penis penetrate your body and summon the demon god.
(Stop!)
Setsuna closed her eyes.
—Come on, guide the King's Penis to your vagina. Experience supreme pleasure. Summon the demon god.
(Stop...!)
Setsuna opened her mouth and groaned.
But, in the next instant, her body betrayed reason and pulled down her underwear on its own.
(What are you doing! Stop, stop!)
Even shouting couldn't stop her body. A second later, she lowered her waist and swallowed Takuma's penis—the King's Penis—into her slit.
The thick tip, with a squelching sound, penetrated the slit and went inside.
(Haaah!)
Setsuna instinctively arched her body.
Takuma has an ordinary appearance, how could he hide such a famous sword, a penis that makes women feel so good? Just being pierced by that penis sent numbness through Setsuna's entire body.
This was a demonic blade. Just being pierced by this sword paralyzed her uterus, and her thighs and back trembled uncontrollably. Her head and body felt like they were melting. The strongest aphrodisiac in history.
(This, this is... the King's Penis...!?)
It was only natural for Izayoi to respond to Takuma's demands every day. No matter how much training he accumulated, once he tasted this penis, he would be captured.
(Ugh... so good... so good...)
Setsuna felt distressed.
Her mind understood that this behavior was unacceptable, but her body shook her buttocks vigorously. As if she wanted to fully enjoy the hardness and thickness of the penis, her full buttocks swayed. Waves of pleasure pierced her brain.
"Ugh... what, what are you doing..."
"Stop it, it's not my fault..."
Even if Setsuna said that, in the end, it was her own fault.
"Hoo hoo hoo! Guu hoo hoo..."
She subconsciously cried out.
Her nipples hardened under her blue robe. Now, just a touch of her breasts would send her into an orgasm.
She longed for an orgasm.
No, she couldn't.
She was a female ninja of the Momiji school. The one who guarded the King's Throne. She had to protect this man from the villains…
—"For the Lord of the King's Throne who will one day appear, you must offer your life."
She remembered the stern words her former headmaster had given her when she first began her training.
Even losing an eye, he still gave her the same instructions. You lost an eye protecting the King's Throne. Feel happy, right?
Setsuna shook her head.
What was there to be happy about?
It was just to make herself feel good. If she couldn't summon the demon god—
Takuma's voice sounded like he was about to ejaculate.
"Almost there…"
"Idiot, again…"
To pursue more pleasure, his hips began to shake violently. Making a series of squelching sounds, his penis continued to penetrate deep inside. At this moment, the penis would rub against the vaginal walls, the glans hitting the cervix.
"Hoo hoo… ugh… stop… stop…"
Setsuna shouted to herself.
Stop.
Don't move on your own.
He kept commanding his body, but his flesh shook even more violently. His breasts, unbraced beneath his blue robe, swayed wildly.
It felt so good, he couldn't resist.
Takuma pressed his hands to the concrete, as if he was about to ejaculate. He didn't reach for her breasts. Setsuna couldn't hold back any longer.
"Touch my breasts..."
Setsuna grabbed Takuma's hands, guiding them to the full peaks that strained against his robe. His hands tightened, grasping her full breasts.
The full breasts were so captivating, his fingers sinking completely inside.
"Hoo ah ah..."
A sweet tremor ran down his spine. His whole body trembled uncontrollably.
(Ah ah...! So good...!)
(More...!)
Takuma gripped even tighter. He pulled open his robe and revealed her breasts.
Very three-dimensional breasts.
Both were large, three-dimensional breasts; Maika's were rocket-shaped and pointed, while Setsuna's breasts were like small jade watermelons hanging on her chest. Like two melons placed together, they had an ultra-large size. Like a blonde model, they were quite substantial.
Because her breasts were so large, Takuma's penis, buried deep inside her, reacted. Setsuna's breasts also reacted to Takuma's penis.
(Ugh...! So good...!)
Immersed in sweet pleasure, her uterus was numb. Her breasts were also swollen and painful.
"Rub them a few more times... These are K-cup breasts."
After saying this, Takuma grabbed her large breasts with both hands. His fingers gripped the basketball-sized breasts tightly, sinking into the soft center, full of flesh. The plump mounds twisted from their beautiful shape into an obscene appearance.
"Ugh!"
Setsuna's back arched back, and she thrust her chest forward. Takuma's fingers attacked her breasts fiercely. Takuma grabbed her breasts, which were over a meter long, and kneaded and pressed them open. Pleasure erupted in her breasts and uterus in one breath.
"Haaah... How could this be..."
Setsuna made a girl's sound, and her back arched even more.
Her whole body was melting. The sense of liberation on the rooftop, and the fear of being seen, made Setsuna unbearable. Even if she wanted to stop, her buttocks kept shaking.
(Oh no... I'm about to climax...)
(Will the climax activate the King's Penis...!? Will the Demon God appear...!?)
Too comfortable to think clearly.
Even if the Demon God appeared, there was no wish she wanted to request. She only wanted to know one thing. Why did she have to lose an eye for the King's Penis?
Setsuna's cunt clenched and throbbed, Takuma groaned.
"Ugh... I'm coming... I'm going to come..."
she cried out in broken voices, Takuma's waist trembled, and his semen gushed out violently. Setsuna, still in the riding position, was deeply filled with a surge of white fluid, impacting her uterus.
(Ahhh... Ahhhh...)
Setsuna reached her climax, her body arching and trembling.
Takuma groaned, his fingers gripping her breasts tightly.
His fingertips gripped her breasts desperately.
"Ahhhhhh...!"
Setsuna cried out in a sharp female voice, her climax echoing. Takuma's waist trembled as he ejaculated his last semen into her uterus.
Setsuna's mind went blank.
Her body leaned forward, collapsing weakly onto Takuma. Her breasts pressed tightly against Takuma's hands, his palms seemingly swallowed by her breasts, supporting Setsuna's body.
Takuma's face was flushed, and he looked up with a dazed expression. It really felt amazing, his eyes lost in the sensation.
But Setsuna herself was also enjoying it. Her body felt sticky inside, as if she had turned into a mollusk.
(I actually orgasmed so easily...)
She was in a dazed state after orgasm, but there was a strange feeling. Even in her dazed state, Setsuna's consciousness noticed.
The demon god—hadn't been summoned...!
Setsuna looked at Takuma, who was panting heavily beneath her.
Izayoi had said that a muscular man would appear, but Kanno Takuma hadn't transformed. He was still an ordinary high school student.
Why!?
Setsuna asked.
Why can't I do it!?
Am I like Amami Maika!? Can't I summon the King's Penis!? Why...!!
During break time, the corridors of Amami Academy were quite noisy.
Maika, who had been deprived of the opportunity to have sex with Takuma, was surprisingly calm. She had expected him to seduce her again, but she didn't feel anything. During his break, he was well-behaved, browsing the internet on his laptop.
Setsuna, however, deliberately avoided looking at Takuma.
Was losing to the magic of the King's Penis and having sex embarrassing and unpleasant for her? Or was she simply indifferent?
It had only been a few hours, yet it felt like a dream. Had he really—had sex with Setsuna?
He could hardly believe it himself.
Just a few weeks ago, he was still a virgin. He didn't have a girlfriend. But suddenly, he had become the holder of the King's Penis, having sex with Maika, having sex with Izayoi, and today, he had sex with Setsuna.
Thinking of those high, full breasts, so unlike those of Japanese women, so foreign, made Takuma involuntarily aroused.
She was the top delinquent in the school.
Even now, he still felt terrified.
If he were to casually strike up a conversation, he felt he would be beaten up. Yet, the afterglow of their recent lovemaking still lingered within him.
(Was he simply unable to resist breasts?)
Takuma pondered.
He did indeed like large breasts. But while he liked Izayoi's breasts, he also really liked Maika's. Especially Maika, who knew Maika had ill intentions, but couldn't resist the temptation.
(In the end, it was just her breasts... I really want to cry.)
Coming to her senses, there weren't many classmates left. The chatting classmates looked at the clock and said, "Ah, it's time.
" "What happened?"
asked Maika.
"Sixth period, it's art."
She answered directly.
At Amami Academy, art courses are electives. You can choose one from calligraphy, fine arts, or music. Takuma has been choosing music since his first year. The art club advisor said he had to choose fine arts, but he absolutely didn't want to listen and chose music on his own.
This year, he also chose music for his art course. Takuma picked up his music textbook and recorder and stood up.
"Um, you don't have to take them."
Maika suddenly said.
"Why?"
"Because you're going with me."
"Even if I'm with you, why don't I use the textbook?"
"Oh, you don't know?"
Maika smiled happily.
"Because you changed to taking art class like me."
"What!!"
Takuma shouted.
"Why did you change it without permission!"
"Because...we're a couple."
"Huh?"
Takuma's eyes glazed over.
"What did you just say?"
"We're a couple, so we have to go to class together."
"Idiot. I absolutely don't want to. I want to go to music class."
"You can go to the music room, but there's no seat for you. Your seat is in? the? art? classroom. I want to do sketching."
Takuma rolled his eyes and glared at Maika.
"I absolutely will not go to art class!"
"Why do you hate art so much?"
"I hate it! I absolutely will not go!" "
In that case, is it okay if I stay away from Mido Setsuna? I might secretly kidnap you."
Setsuna, who was on the right side of the classroom, stood up. She walked towards Takuma and suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"Let's go!"
"Huh? Where, where?"
"To the art room, of course."
"W-why!? Why is even Mido-kun doing this? Waaah, don't pull me like that! Traitor! Listen to others! Hey!"
The other students made way for him.
Hooked by Amami Maika and grabbed by Mido Setsuna, Takuma Kanno wore an unfortunate expression. "Keep away, strangers." Everyone wore this expression.
"Damn it, let me go, let me go, let me go! I never want to go to art class again in my life!!"
Takuma's voice echoed throughout Tenkai Academy as he was dragged into the corridor and pulled towards the art classroom.
Maika, holding a B4-sized sketchbook, remained silent.
Although this was a group sketching each other's faces and required forming teams, only Maika's team consisted of Takuma, Maika, and Setsuna.
She knew Setsuna's purpose:
to restrain her.
(Doesn't she know her identity has been seen through?)
Maika smiled.
No matter how vigilant she was, it would be a waste of time. This academy belonged to her. After art class, Takuma would belong to her. So, there was no need to rush. There was plenty of time this time.
Setsuna put her feet on the table and looked outside with a bored expression. Sometimes she would start sketching when she remembered something, but the paper was always filled with koala drawings that had nothing to do with sketching. She didn't like art class. It's just using the elimination method to select art classes.
Only Takuma was paying attention in class. He spent the first fifteen minutes sketching, then suddenly started drawing twenty minutes ago. His eyes were fixed intently on the drawing in his sketchbook, a gaze I'd never seen before, focused solely on his work.
(Not bad.)
After seeing Takuma's drawing, the art teacher reminded him.
"Tenkai, please start drawing."
Maika reluctantly picked up her pen and began sketching.
But—
while Maika was top of her class academically, she wasn't very good at drawing. She was still at an elementary school level. In middle school, her admirers would ask, "Tenkai-senpai, please draw a picture!" but she always politely declined with a wry smile. Because she couldn't draw.
The truth was, she was bad at drawing.
No, it wasn't just that she couldn't draw. Clay drawing was no good either. She'd cut her fingers sculpting. Anything related to art was off-limits.
Maika erased the drawing with an eraser, sighed, and started drawing again, erasing again. She knew she didn't have the energy to draw. Her drawing was truly terrible.
Maika gave up and started drawing a panda.
However, she couldn't quite remember which side was black and which was white. It looked something like this... Based on her hazy memory, she tried to recreate the image, but it turned into a fire-breathing beast.
No matter how many times she drew it, she couldn't draw a panda. It always turned into a strange creature.
Maika gave up and looked at Takuma.
No matter how she looked at him, he was just an ordinary-looking, average boy. Without the King's Knife, he was just a face that no one would remember.
(Ordinary appearance, but a very lewd personality.)
Thinking about what happened in the infirmary, Maika felt hot.
It was the first time her nipples had been played with like that, but it felt good. Just thinking about it made her body burn.
She wanted Takuma to play with her nipples again. She wanted to make love with Takuma. It felt so good back then, which meant their bodies were a good match.
(After summoning the demon god, she might as well wish for him to become her personal pet.)
Maika felt somewhat pleased.
To achieve this, she had to make love with the King's Knife and summon the demon god.
With about ten minutes left, Takuma stretched. It seemed he had finished. He suddenly turned his head to look at Maika's sketchbook.
"What are you drawing?"
"It's okay."
"What did you say?"
Takuma asked. Maika subconsciously covered the paper with her hand.
"Pfft, how does this look like a panda?"
"A face."
"You're lying. What kind of creature are you drawing?"
"Shut up. Never mind."
"Well, you're really bad at drawing."
Takuma put down his pen and stood up.
Maika was unhappy.
She knew she couldn't draw, but that kind of nonsensical comment made her angry.
(What, that arrogant attitude. Saying others' drawings are bad. You're the one who draws boring pictures. If it weren't for the King's Bone, I would have beaten you up already.)
Maika thought Takuma was just scribbling randomly.
Just doodling with a pencil, nothing special.
At the same time as Maika stood up, Setsuna also stood up. Same purpose—Takuma's drawing.
Anyway, it's just a very ordinary drawing.
Is it better than hers? Or worse than hers?
The two looked at it at the same time.
At the same time, they were speechless.
It was exactly the same as Setsuna's. The facial contours, the bridge of the nose, the eyes, and the hair—everything was perfectly captured. The depiction of light and shadow was also outstanding. It didn't look like a refined sketch at a high school student's level at all.
But why were the bangs a little short?
Beneath the bangs, Maika's left eye was clearly drawn, though she couldn't see it. But Takuma probably couldn't see it; he must have imagined it. Setsuna
grabbed the sketchbook in an instant.
He leaned in close, as if he wanted to devour the sketchbook.
His gaze was strange.
As if he were going mad.
His appearance was unusual. As if he was searching for his lost self, searching for his soul. Setsuna was completely captivated by Takuma's sketch.
The school bell rang, and the students, finally free, stood up. The art teacher and Takuma were discussing something, pointing at the sketchbook.
He tried to read lips, but they were blocked by his body; it must be about sketching.
Mido Setsuna was still somewhat dazed.
She couldn't forget herself in the sketchbook.
It wasn't just a professional-level sketch. In high school art class, no one drew a better sketch than Takuma. No one could draw it so realistically. The only similarity was the hair length—the hair length that covered the left half of the face.
In that sense, Takuma's sketch was fictional.
The thick bangs were meant to hide his left eye.
But Takuma drew an invisible left eye. The bangs were slightly altered, but otherwise, it was a sketch identical to the real thing.
This was the first time I'd felt a tremor upon seeing someone else's sketch.
(That guy… he has this kind of skill…)
Humans are incomprehensible creatures.
No matter how ordinary someone's appearance, their face will always be different.
After saluting, the students left through the door. The students, who had been quiet during class, began to chat noisily.
Takuma sat back down in his seat,
looking out the window with a bored expression.
(Leaving…?)
Maika quickly left.
Had the art teacher just asked Takuma to join the art club? Or was there something to discuss?
In any case, leaving him alone wasn't a good idea.
The reason was to protect him.
Setsuna sat at the desk, watching Takuma's back.
No matter how you looked at him, he was just an ordinary high school student. After ten years, he probably wouldn't remember the face of a classmate like that anymore.
But only the painting and the penis are extraordinary.
Why did he draw those kinds of pictures? Setsuna wondered. Is it related to the King's Penis? The King's Penis keeps popping into his head?
Rejecting his own King's Penis.
The demon god didn't appear. If he makes love again, will the demon god appear? But what wish would he have to make if he appears?
Someone tapped his shoulder.
He turned around and saw the art teacher.
"Midou-kun, someone named Kanno Toyoka is looking for you."
(Izayoi? What does she want with me?)
Setsuna walked towards the door.
He went outside and looked for Izayoi. Then, the door immediately closed.
He froze.
Finally, as if he had escaped from a freezing spell, his body trembled. He quickly grabbed the doorknob, but the door wouldn't open. It was locked.
(Damn it!)
Setsuna immediately kicked the door. Wood chips scattered everywhere—Setsuna clicked his tongue. Inside the wooden door, there was another iron door.
(That bastard...!)
Setsuna quickly ran and took out his phone.
Takuma looked at his watch.
He had something to say.
The art teacher tossed out those words, telling him to wait there, and then went to the equipment room.
Even if he didn't want to talk to the art teacher, his dad would nag anyway.
Lost in thought, thud! An earthquake sounded. Then, the window was covered by a sheet of iron.
(Uh! Wh-what!?)
He instinctively got up.
Running towards the door, Takuma froze. A huge iron gate completely blocked the entrance. He ran towards the equipment room, but the door there was also closed. Instantly, he was locked inside the art classroom.
In his memory, only one person would do something so absurd.
"Come out, Tenkai! I know you're the root of all evil!"
The preparation room door opened, and a woman appeared.
"It really is you—"
Takuma stopped halfway through his sentence.
Maika was wearing a very short shirt. Below, she was only wearing a short skirt.
Underneath the white shirt, H-cup breasts could be seen. Her lower breasts were exposed.
With each step, the breasts jiggled elastically.
"What are you thinking...?"
"I asked you to stay and tutor me, teacher. I'm not good at art."
"There's no need for you to come with me. And what's with this outfit? Do you want me to sketch it?"
"No need. Just teach me."
Maika slowly approached Takuma.
Takuma slowly backed away.
One step closer, one step back, until Takuma was forced to sit in a chair.
Maika stood in front of him.
"You're doing something very wrong."
"Every teacher is my partner."
"That's because of your family, not because of you."
"Whatever. They're all mine."
Maika's hand touched Takuma's thigh.
"Hey."
"Teach me sketching."
"How could I?"
"Okay, teach me. I'll pay you a lot."
Her hand touched Takuma's neck, then moved to his chest. She slowly swayed her upper body. Maika knew Takuma had no resistance to breasts.
"If you have sex with me, I'll be your toy for the whole year,"
Maika whispered.
(Oh no.)
Takuma cried out in his heart.
This is a trap.
A strategy.
Maika just wants the penis.
That's why he deliberately locked Takuma in the art classroom, making love alone with him. Even knowing it, he was still filled with desire.
"If the demon doesn't appear, you'll scold me again."
"No, that won't happen."
"I want to go back."
"Want to go back?"
Maika pressed her breasts against him. Her delicious lower breasts bounced back and forth. The elasticity he felt against his chest made Takuma swallow hard.
(No… I can't beat those breasts…)
Maika pressed her full breasts against him, her buttocks rubbing against them. It was like stroking a penis through pants, her buttocks rubbing against him.
"Ugh…"
"Are you about to come?"
Maika reached for her zipper.
"Don't take your pants off without permission."
"Don't you want… a nipple fight?"
She pushed against his breasts with both hands, shaking them back and forth.
(So… so good…)
He unconsciously succumbed to desire.
"Huh?"
Maika lay down on the teacher's desk in the art classroom. It was as wide as a small bed. Takuma mounted her.
"Come on?"
Maika pulled up her mini-shirt, her breasts pressed against him.
Inside the mini-shirt were soft, fleshy mounds, like two large steamed buns. And the cleavage and lower breasts felt so good.
(Ughhh! I want a nipplejob!!!)
Takuma straddled Maika, grabbing her breasts and starting to swing.
Maika looked down at Takuma's expression.
Takuma's penis was thrusting into the narrow space between her breasts. A hard object was penetrating and violating her full breasts. She, the most beautiful girl in her grade, had her beautiful breasts violated by her classmate.
But, her breasts felt so hot, so good.
Was it because of the king's penis?
She didn't know.
Even if she didn't know, she still wanted her breasts to continue to be violated.
With her breasts being gripped tightly by his hands, his penis going in and out of her soft breasts, Maika felt her whole body go numb. The penis moved back and forth, and her breasts trembled along with it.
Takuma had a melting expression on his face, his buttocks swaying rhythmically.
Just like violating Maika, his penis grabbed her H-cup breasts, his penis piercing the narrow hole in her breast.
“Ah… gulp… Tenkai… your breasts feel so good…”
“Idiot… ah… ah…”
Maika cupped her breasts on both sides, leaning towards the center. The pressure of her breasts increased, and Takuma groaned.
“I can’t take it anymore…”
“If you can’t hold back, just cum…”
Maika said deliberately in a happy tone.
“I really want to cum…”
Takuma’s waist accelerated.
As expected of a high school student, he used all his strength to violently slam into the center of her breasts. The soft valley without any gaps, the head of his penis thrust back and forth inside.
The penis gradually separated the breast flesh.
Breasts, uterus, felt hot and so comfortable.
Maika stuck out her tongue, meeting the head of his penis that darted out of the valley. She raised her face and licked the tip of the penis without mercy.
“Gulp… Tenkai…”
Then, Maika took the tip of the penis into her mouth.
Breast sex plus oral sex.
(Finally, swallowing the penis…!)
A sucking sound came out.
“Ah ah…”
Takuma’s voice rose. He subconsciously stopped moving.
“Move it properly!”
Maika said while sucking, sucking hard. His waist recoiled, the penis pulled away, seemingly trying to escape his lips. But in the end, it didn't escape, thrusting back in for Maika to suckle carefully.
"Ah...ah...Tenkai, I'm going to cum..."
Maika chuckled inwardly.
As a female ninja, how could an ordinary high school student be a match for her?
However, Takuma suddenly released her breasts, grabbed her nipples, and pulled hard. The nipples stretched upwards, and the penis began its final thrust.
(Idiot! Bullying me like this~~~~!)
Maika frowned from pleasure.
An electric current spread from her nipples, she was about to climax. Unable to suckle, she could only lick with her tongue. Around her urethra, her tongue swirled and circled.
Takuma groaned, continuing to pull his nipples higher. Maika took his glans into her mouth, making gurgling sounds. In that instant, Takuma's waist trembled, and his semen gushed out in a torrent.
"Mmm..."
Maika swallowed the gushing semen. She made a sound as Takuma's semen continued to flow down his esophagus.
Takuma continued to grasp her nipples above her breasts.
Her body trembled, her breasts were grasped, and she reached orgasm.
Takuma finally sighed.
Ejaculation ended.
Only then did Maika realize what she had done.
(I drank it...)
She was surprised herself.
She hadn't planned to do this. Her opponent wasn't her lover, yet she had drunk all his semen.
Was it because of the King's penis?
She didn't know.
After regaining her composure, Maika sucked on his glans.
Her head formed an 8 as she took his glans into her mouth. Oral sex was Maika's forte.
Takuma quickly groaned.
"I'm going to do something amazing."
"Amazing...?"
"I'll show you the skills of a female ninja."
Takuma showed a somewhat uneasy expression.
Could it be... some kind of contract with his penis...? She thought to herself.
"What do you want to do?"
"Oral sex. It'll be great."
"I won't just surrender easily."
Maika smiled. Boys are always so boastful.
But, after all, he's just an ordinary boy. No match for her. That day, she would make Takuma her puppet.
"I'll make you cum in a second."
After saying this, Maika gently took Takuma's penis into her mouth.
Setsuna, having received the call, arrived in front of the art room.
The art room was completely sealed off. Although they tried to break in through the window, it was sealed shut with an iron door. Maika had actually renovated her school. A spoiled young lady who left everyone speechless.
It's all because of me, Setsuna thought.
Because her consciousness was taken away by that painting.
No.
It should be that she mistakenly made love with the King's penis. Thinking about it carefully, perhaps the problem started from then on.
If this continues, Takuma will be taken away by that woman. There's no way to avoid that woman using the King's penis for bad things.
"Lord Takuma is in here, right?"
"Ah... I'm sorry."
"Anyway, we must rescue Lord Takuma before the King's Bone is activated..."
Izayoi bit her nails.
"Will the Demon God be summoned?"
"I don't know. Even I don't know why I can summon the Demon God, but Maika can't." "Is it
a matter of chance...?"
"The Demon God only said 'it will appear if the method is correct,' but there might also be a chance issue."
In that case, it's possible that it will be summoned this time.
This is bad.
But how do we break into the art room?
As she pondered, she heard a strange whistling sound.
After finishing their work and feeling relieved, the strange duo in sailor uniforms walked down the corridor whistling. Moreover, the tune was the theme song of an NHK educational program, "Minnanakayoshi."
Maika's on-the-ground call.
"Hey."
The two stopped whistling.
"You know how to open this door, right?"
The two pouted and shook their heads desperately.
"Don't lie to me! Do you want me to beat you to a pulp?"
"Eek!"
The two turned and ran away.
(Too slow!)
He threw out a lock with lead weights at both ends. The lock was made of copper—called "micro-dust" in Japan. The copper entangled the two women's feet, and they fell to the ground simultaneously. Setsuna immediately rushed over and grabbed them.
"Tell me! Or I'll break your necks!"
"Eek!"
The two women could only shake their heads, unable to speak.
"Then, I'll beat you half to death!"
"Wait, I'll open it."
It was Izayoi who said this.
"You know how to open it!?"
"There must be an inner entrance. Not in the art room, but in the night watchman's room."
"There..."
"But, you have to enter the computer password, right? You should know that, right?"
The two Oniwaban shook their heads.
It was impossible for them not to know.
Izayoi turned her back to the two women, a wicked smile appearing on her face.
"You like to eat meat, don't you?"
The two women didn't answer.
"Tell us the grade of Omi beef, and I'll give you all of it."
"All...all...?"
The two women looked at each other. Sure enough, they liked to eat meat.
"A medium-rare steak."
"Beef...steak...?"
"Medium-rare..."
The two women's mouths quickly watered.
"There's one kilogram left, each person can get five hundred grams."
"Five, five hundred grams..."
Saliva continued to drip. They became like dogs standing in front of the bait.
"If you tell us, and if the demon god comes out later, I'll ask for even better meat. You've heard of Ota beef, right? That's a dream beef that only produces thirty head a year. Ordinary people can't possibly eat it. One serving in Ginza costs 100,000 yen."
"100,000...!!"
The two's pupils dilated.
"But, you have to ask the demon god to get it. Want to eat together?"
"I, I want to eat!"
"I, I want some too!"
The two stuck out their tongues and looked at Izayoi like dogs. Izayoi smiled and looked at the two.
"Can you tell me the password?"
Takuma moved his lower body and looked at Maika with expectant eyes.
Next, he would be able to have the proud young lady suck his penis, which was somewhat exciting. The other party was the school queen, a beautiful, big-breasted young lady who would never bow down to a man.
Maika grabbed the penis with both hands, carefully sucked it, and entered the position before she was upside down. This position was very strange.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll see when you see it—Ganyan Sound Flow Reverse Ninjutsu, Dragon Whirlwind Flight."
"Hey, hey, what are you doing—"
The voice suddenly stopped.
Just as he saw Maika grab her shirt and turn upside down, he immediately slammed his hand on the table. Then, his body turned upside down as if pressed against Takuma, and he stretched his neck to take the penis into his mouth.
At this moment, the Reverse Ninjutsu officially began.
Maika's lips, enveloping the penis, formed a perfect straight line from head to toe, creating a perpendicular angle with Takuma's lying body. Then, her body began to rotate rapidly.
Her hands slammed on the table, maintaining a height that prevented the penis from penetrating too deeply into her throat, as her body spun quickly.
Like a dragon dancing in the air—no, not that simple.
Like a moray eel biting its prey, as if tearing its body apart, the 166-centimeter-long body rotated at high speed. Her lips followed the rotation, rapidly rubbing against the penis.
This was a rotating oral sex technique that ordinary people couldn't do.
Although Takuma had experienced the tornado-like tongue-entwined oral sex, he had never heard of this technique of rotating the penis with lips.
The entire penis experienced unprecedented pleasure.
Takuma could hardly bear it.
It wasn't just pleasure. Before he could even grasp the words of pleasure, his body directly felt the rotating oral sex. Before he felt pleasure, before he felt orgasm, he began to ejaculate.
"Ughhhhh!"
The sound only caught up after the semen was released. Liquid splattered everywhere, and he cried out for the first time, only able to describe it as an extreme pleasure.
Oral sex that drove him wild.
Maika slammed her hand on the table, her body instantly floating up. However, her body quickly fell back down due to gravity. Using this jumping and falling motion, her lips rubbed against his penis.
Her upper and lower lips slid over his penis, and because of the overlapping of their bodies, his penis was caught in a spiral vortex. Takuma shook his head. He unconsciously drooled, letting out a groan.
"Ahhh, ahhhhh!"
Takuma's waist completely lost control, bouncing outwards. His buttocks floated up, and his back trembled as it left the table.
Maika continued slamming her hand on the table, increasing the speed of her rotation.
Her soft lips completely covered his penis, using the high-speed rotation to clamp it shut. In addition, during the violent rotation, her tongue also swept across his urethra, rotating along with it.
"Stop, stop, ahhh..."
Takuma shook his head violently.
His waist jutted forward, trembling in the air.
He couldn't stop the semen from flowing out.
Like a burst water pipe, semen gushed out in large quantities. The sensitive glans penis, still ejaculating, was attacked by the tip of a tongue, causing continuous ejaculation.
Climax after climax, Takuma's waist twisted in the air as he ejaculated.
(I'm going to die, I'm going to die!)
Takuma couldn't make a sound.
He never expected oral sex like this. A proud young lady with exposed breasts attacked him with oral sex in the classroom after school…
Takuma's eyes rolled back completely, ejaculating until he was a dried-up corpse.
Seeing this, Maika's tongue made a sexy, defiant move. With superhuman speed, the tip of her tongue drew nine characters on the glans penis.
After finishing, Maika stopped the oral sex and landed beside Takuma.
Takuma completely fainted.
He would probably never forget the pleasure of today. Maika's oral sex was terrifying, yet it gave him a desire to be in it forever.
"I told you, didn't I? I'll make you ejaculate in a second."
Facing the unconscious Takuma, Maika smiled like a slut.
"Hehe. From now on, you'll be my puppet. You'll have to listen to whatever I say. Understand?"
"Yes."
Surprisingly, Takuma, who had fainted, obediently answered. The nine characters she had just drawn were meant to make Takuma her puppet.
Maika's smile grew wider.
"Then, make love to me."
"Yes."
"Summon the demon god and grant my wish."
"Yes." "
Then, do it."
Takuma could only utter the two words "Yes, sir," when a voice was heard from the equipment room. Maika snorted and propped herself up.
The necessary work was finished.
The ritual was over.
The door to the equipment room was forcefully kicked open.
In that instant—Maika threw a smoke bomb. White smoke rose, and the door, which had just opened, reflexively closed again.
Hearing a roar, a figure appeared.
"Amami Maika!"
The person who appeared was unexpectedly Izayoi.
Setsuna followed behind.
The two holding short swords stared blankly at the classroom.
Inside the art classroom, only Takuma, his penis exposed, remained. Maika had disappeared.

Chapter 5, The Temptation of the Bad

. The white wooden ceiling, already familiar,
suddenly revealed a pair of worried eyes looking at him. His pupils widened.
"Takuma-sama."
It was Izayoi. She wore a white t-shirt that was stretched taut across her chest. Although it was new, her excessive fullness caused the fabric to burst open, even revealing her navel. This was proof of her large breasts.
"Izayoi..."
"Are you alright?"
"This is...my room?"
"Yes."
Takuma removed the blanket and propped himself up. It was indeed his room.
"You'd better rest more."
Izayoi touched Takuma's body, her breasts pressing against him. The soft, elasticity spread out.
"I...fainted?"
"Yes."
"Maika—?"
Izayoi shook her head.
"By the time we got there, she had already escaped."
Escaped?
Why?
Wasn't she supposed to make love to him and summon the Demon God?
"When we changed classes, I heard it from the shadow of her breasts. I'd better change to Class A immediately too..."
"Did she summon the Demon God?"
Izayoi smiled and shook her head.
“It must be Maika trying to do something to Takuma-sama again. We absolutely can’t let her have her way.”
“Hmm…”
“If it’s someone I want to have sex with, I’m available anytime.”
Izayoi said, her eyes wide, and Takuma’s heart skipped a beat. However, Takuma couldn’t make a promise. If Izayoi were here, he wouldn’t want to have sex with Maika, but if he were alone with Maika—when she swayed her breasts, he would get aroused. He and Maika didn’t have a red thread of fate, but they might be connected by a purple thread of desire.
“Where’s the main family—?”
Izayoi shook her head.
“That was a lie. It was to keep me away from Takuma-sama’s trap.”
“I see… Where’s Setsuna?”
“She’s resting in another room.”
“I see…”
In that instant, Takuma hesitated whether he should tell Setsuna about what happened between them. Actually, she had pushed him down—
no. He couldn’t say it.
“Is there hot water?”
“Yes.”
Takuma got up.
“Then I’ll take a bath.”
A high-necked coat sat in a basket in the changing room. It must have been placed here by Izayoi, who planned to wash it later.
Takuma stripped naked.
His mind raced; why had Maika run away halfway through? Maika was the one who wanted the King's Penis the most, so why would she give up?
It must be some kind of strategy.
Takuma, holding a basin and towel in one hand, opened the door and took a step forward.
But he couldn't take a second step.
A wide bathtub, two meters on each side made of cypress wood, held a woman soaking in the hot water with her back to him. Her beautiful, long black hair floated on the surface. That length was familiar.
(A very bad feeling.)
(Could it be…)
The woman turned around abruptly.
(Uh…!)
Takuma couldn't make a sound.
It was Mido Setsuna, the strongest delinquent at Tenkai Academy. And her sharp byakugan caught a glimpse of a certain point on Takuma's body.
Takuma's gaze followed.
His gaze focused on Takuma's lower body. And, coincidentally, he was erect.
(Uh...okay, okay, it seems like this has happened before...!)
"My, my, my apologies!"
Takuma finally covered himself with a towel and turned away. The best of the thirty-six stratagems is to flee.
But...
"Hey, wait!"
Before he could escape, the most terrifying voice in the world rang out.
(He couldn't escape!)
Takuma immediately shrank back.
The King's Knife would seduce the girl in front of him. In short, he couldn't use the King's Knife's magic.
"Turn over here."
"I, I refuse with all my might."
"I have something to say to you."
"Then wait until I get dressed—"
"Turn around quickly!"
a serious shout rang out. Takuma was like a tank turret, only his neck turned.
"Scrub my back."
A sudden command.
"The topic seems...?"
"Do you want me to beat you half to death?!"
Takuma shook his head.
Life is eighty years. He still has a long life ahead of him. Alone with a girl, and not even knowing her well. However, he wanted to know more about her breasts, and more about her vagina.
Mido Setsuna made a loud splash as she rose from the bathtub.
She turned around and sat on the stool. Damp black hair clung to her back. It was long, beautiful hair. She usually wore a high-necked coat, but only her hair was meticulously cared for.
Takuma admired her curves from behind.
From her armpits, he could see the edges of a pair of protruding mounds. Located slightly above the center of her back, they seemed about to burst out.
Those were breasts.
Even from behind, the lines were clearly visible; her breasts were enormous.
(Wow, so amazing…)
Takuma grabbed two huge sponges with both hands.
He knelt on the bamboo mat.
Though afraid, he really wanted to touch Setsuna's breasts.
After carefully applying soap, he brushed her hair forward and washed Setsuna's back.
Her body was taut like a female athlete's.
Not the muscular physique of a bodybuilder, but without an ounce of fat.
Her skin had just the right amount of sun exposure.
No swimsuit marks. She must always swim naked.
Takuma scrubbed Setsuna's back with the sponge, craning his neck to peek at her breasts from behind her shoulders.
He could see a pair of enormous, sac-like breasts.
Like an extra-large mochi, it stood erect on her chest. The tips were light-colored, cute protrusions—
nipples.
Takuma subconsciously stepped back, thinking he'd been discovered.
But Setsuna didn't look back, and Takuma quickly leaned back to peek again.
Beyond the lines of her shoulders and neck, a pair of magnificent breasts stood erect on her chest. The soft peaks were covered in soap, turning into bubbly peaks. Rather than being a pair of large fleshy buns, they looked more like long, thin watermelons protruding diagonally downwards.
(Her breasts look so big… I really want to touch them…)
Takuma subconsciously thought.
Although he was very concerned about Izayoi, seeing such a pair of breasts still made him want to touch them.
Saying she would help him wash his back was definitely a way of tempting him.
Why?
Because of the King's penis?
Or did she want to have sex like before?
However, this required the courage to sneak up from behind. If he misunderstood, he would be living in the hospital starting tomorrow.
"Your back is fine. Now wash the front."
(Huh!?)
Takuma couldn't speak.
What, what, what did I just hear…! "
Wash the front?
" "Didn't you hear me?"
"No, if you want to wash... should I go to the front?"
"Idiot. Just reach in."
It seems I have to reach in from behind to wash it myself.
I don't know if Setsuna is embarrassed, but as I reach in, Takuma notices something important.
If I don't press my body against hers, I can't wash the front.
(This, this is...?)
(Crisis?)
(Opportunity?)
I don't know.
If she finds out I'm erect.
"Dare to get an erection behind me~~!"
Setsuna might give me a killer look and beat me up. I'll definitely end up in the hospital.
But if we're not pressed together, I can't reach her. If I can't reach her, I can't wash her. If I don't wash her, I might get beaten up too.
(Since I'm going to get beaten up anyway, I might as well rub her before I get beaten up.)
Takuma makes up his mind and presses his body against hers. He presses against Setsuna's back in a half-hug position, with his hands reaching forward. At this angle, slightly higher, I can clearly see the size of her breasts.
Like the lines connecting her neck and shoulders, long ridges extend to her breast mountains.
A pair of sun-tanned breasts, protruding almost in a straight line. The soft, yielding breasts, viewed from above, below, and the side, were clearly the fruit of overdevelopment.
(They really are K-cups…)
Takuma succumbed to desire, pressing a sponge against their breasts.
The soft, pouch-sized breasts, pressed against the sponge, were rubbed, focusing on the nipples. Beneath the foam-covered sponge, the enormous spheres swayed back and forth.
(Amazing…amazing…the breasts are swaying…)
The penis pressed against his back gradually hardened. Its size increased, pressing against his back.
He subconsciously swallowed.
A slight itch, the breasts swaying, Takuma's body pressed against his back. He really wanted to say he wanted to experience the penis…
Takuma, like a pair of sponges possessed by desire, seemed to replace hands that could never reach out. As if using actual hands, the sponges kneaded and shook the breasts.
The breasts beneath the sponges swayed, bouncing wildly from side to side. The foam-covered breasts, squeezed and bounced forcefully, repeatedly swaying left and right.
The breasts swayed quite violently.
On the slender trunk, a pair of mismatched, full fruits grew, swaying rhythmically in front of the chest. The impact made the body burn.
Takuma felt an intense desire.
In the same house, hiding it from Izayoi, secretly kneading Setsuna's breasts, he felt a sense of trepidation.
(And, he even kneaded her breasts…)
The super-powerful, bursting breasts, letting the sponges knead and shake, his penis still pressed against Setsuna's back. He wanted to penetrate and ejaculate right now.
"Idiot…you washed your hair…"
Setsuna's back twitched.
Her head tilted slightly back, looking upwards. Warm breaths escaped her lips as she gradually grasped Takuma's hand.
Should he stop?
She thought this for a moment, but it was just needless worry. Gasping for breath, she grabbed Takuma's hand and moved it, her right hand drawing circles counter-clockwise, her left hand clockwise, tracing an erotic circular motion.
(Oh, oh...!)
Takuma's hands sank into her breasts. This terrifying lone wolf delinquent girl was aroused by Takuma. Her body expressed a desire for her to rub her breasts as much as possible. Not with a sponge, but directly with her hands.
However, Takuma didn't listen. He deliberately teased her. Grabbing the sponge with both hands, he rubbed her breasts from both sides. Her breasts
slid and bounced up
and down, tracing large trajectories. The foam-covered tips bounced, full of elasticity.
"You bastard... wash them thoroughly..."
Setsuna cried out weakly.
Takuma finally released the sponge and directly kneaded the excessively large ammunition with both hands. His palms directly grasped her K-cup breasts. The foam made his palms slippery, gliding over her breast skin. Fingertips brushed against her nipples.
"Ah?"
Setsuna made a cute sound for the first time.
(She's getting aroused...!)
Following the rhythm, Takuma kneaded her breasts with both hands. The soft, yielding flesh deformed in his palms.
"Ah, you idiot..."
Setsuna thrust her chest out.
Takuma's hands were buried inside her breasts. She felt completely encased by them, unable to even grasp her lower breasts. His palms attacked the overly full mounds from the right, left, and below.
(Amazing! They're really huge...!)
Takuma grabbed her breasts with both hands and started shaking them in one breath.
Right, left, right, he gripped her breasts tightly and shook them alternately. The pressure on her breasts was lifted, causing them to bounce dramatically. His palms sank even deeper into her breasts, his sticky, slippery fingers deliberately flicking her nipples.
He began the humiliation of shaking her breasts.
He shook them back and forth three times a second, his palms moving up and down, pressing down on her breasts, kneading the flesh, and rubbing her nipples.
"Ahhh... idiot, touching like that... ughhh..."
Setsuna's body trembled and bounced.
Her buttocks were on the stool, and she could feel the touch of the penis behind her as Takuma vigorously kneaded her breasts, their upper bodies pressed together.
Setsuna's chin turned back. Her head tilted towards Takuma, revealing her neck.
"Midou-kun, you like me touching your breasts like this, don't you?"
"W-who likes it?"
"Your nipples are hard."
Sticky, slippery hands quickly grabbed her nipples and pulled. A sexy voice rang out.
"Th-so what..."
"Do it this way."
Takuma grabbed her breasts from both sides, squeezing them
tightly, like kneading balloons. The flesh bulged out from between his fingers, bouncing in his palms, her breasts swelling.
"Eek, ughhhh... I'll kill you..."
"Then I'll attack this side first."
He shook and rubbed again.
The rhythm became five times per second, roaming over the delinquent girl's sensitive breasts. The nipples beneath her palms swelled up, millimeter by millimeter, standing erect like prisoners. Takuma's hands moved back and forth rapidly, bubbles rubbing against her nipples.
"Eeeah... Guaah... Stop... Who said you could do this..."
Takuma 's hands continued to accelerate. Ten times per
second, rubbing her nipples, shaking her breasts.
Her hands were full of flesh, almost entirely just rubbing. Sticky , slippery palms, her breasts trembling and shaking, her fingertips attacking her nipples. Her four fingers , from index to little finger , were slightly spread, constantly pressing and playing with her nipples. "Ahhh, you idiot, ahh ... This was the first time I'd ever seen a delinquent girl climax. Just shaking and kneading her breasts was enough to bring the school's most terrifying girl to orgasm. (She really climaxed...) (Midou-san's breasts feel so good to knead...) No ejaculation meant she hadn't reached her final satisfaction, but it was still incredibly pleasurable. "You dared to make me climax..." Midou Setsuna turned her head away. Her profile wasn't visible, but her voice was low. A bad feeling crept into her heart. (W-Would they kill me?) (Would they give me an uppercut while I'm so unsteady?) Setsuna turned back. (Here it comes~~~~~~~!) (Uppercut~~~~~~!) It wasn't a fist that attacked Takuma. It was her voluptuous body. This time, it was her turn to be pushed down. Instinctively, she used the stool to support her head, thinking she was almost there, but Setsuna didn't care, pressing her breasts against Takuma. Takuma used both hands to support his weight on the stool, his soft, bubble-covered breasts pressed against her. Moreover, her nipples were pressed against the inside of her knees, her breasts moving up and down, rubbing from the inside of her thighs to her groin. Finally, her cleavage clamped down on the already engorged penis, rubbing it stickily and slippery. Carefully, it moved up and down repeatedly. She didn't look like the delinquent girl who put her feet on the table and threatened the teacher in the morning at all. From her knees to her inner thighs, her breasts attacked her, and Takuma groaned and panted. Her erogenous zones were gradually stimulated, and Setsuna seemed to be looking for an opportunity. She felt that she was being pushed to her limit. "I'll make you orgasm too." Setsuna said happily, her eyes sparkling.

The erect penis, reaching its ejaculation limit, was subjected to intense pleasure. The unusually large breasts, soft and yielding, gripped the penis, causing Takuma to instinctively writhe.
"Now, it feels like you're about to cum,"
Setsuna chuckled, her voice low and menacing.
Her expression suggested that restraint was futile.
"This time, I'll bury you,"
Setsuna said, focusing her firm nipples on the groin. Besides the hard, pointed nipples stimulating his body, the breasts also swayed, evoking pleasure in his lower body.
"Ugh...ah..."
The angle of the penis increased, naturally sinking completely into the breast tissue. Like giant balloons, the nipples seemed to form a pair of baby bottles, swaying back and forth.
Takuma reached out, but Setsuna stepped back from his knees,
a gesture of disapproval.
"This is punishment for making me climax,"
Setsuna said with a smile, shifting her weight to her left and grasping her right breast with her right hand. The breast, easily over a meter long, pressed down on the penis from above, her right hand and right areola sandwiching it between them like a sandwich.
The sensation of her breasts pressing tightly against his from above, and the foamy hands gripping his penis from below.
Then, Setsuna's upper body swayed from side to side, one hand and one breast rubbing against his penis.
His hard penis sank into her soft, warm flesh, a sensation of softness and warmth, yet also of her gripping it tightly.
His penis began to stir, feeling like it was about to explode. A burning flame of pleasure extended from his scrotum to the center of his penis, rising to the glans.
Setsuna gently cupped his penis from below, aiming it at the flesh buried in her breasts and stroking it forcefully.
"Ugh... ah..."
Takuma panted like a girl.
This wasn't ordinary breast play.
They were the same age, so how could she use such skill? It was practically breast play for her. No wonder she was a female ninja.
The pleasure made his penis unbearably hot, and Takuma arched his back. Left, right, he unconsciously swayed his hips.
It was so good that he even lost the sensation of his penis.
He could hardly tell which side was his penis and which side was Setsuna's breast.
Seeing the tip of his penis swell, a fleeting smile appeared.
The next instant, Setsuna launched a fierce attack, her body trembling slightly as she shook the breasts. With one hand, she pressed his penis against her breast, ravaging it with the soft, yielding touch.
His penis sank completely into her breast, the warmth of the full flesh relentlessly assaulting and squeezing it. The breasts gripped his penis, the sticky, slippery sensation assaulting his erection.
Pleasure gradually built, surging towards the tip of his penis in one go. His entire penis surged with power, the tip spraying outwards, merging with the breast flesh, a tidal wave of pleasure washing over him.
Takuma groaned, his lower back cramping.
His penis trembled, as if swallowed by the breast, ejaculating a large amount of fluid. His breasts were stained white with semen, like a thin film, the sticky liquid seeping into his cleavage.
In that instant, Setsuna didn't stop rubbing his penis. His penis, now sensitive after ejaculation, was further assaulted by the breast, quickly releasing a second ejaculation.
The intense pleasure made Takuma surrender.
He was intoxicated by the pleasure. It really felt like his penis was disappearing into her breasts.
"Ah...it's melting..."
Takuma tried to sit up to stop the breast play, but then he ejaculated for the third time, his back slumping back onto the stool.
Setsuna seemed to find it amusing, rubbing his penis against her breasts with her sticky, slippery hands. When her wrists got tired, she switched to using her left breast to clamp his penis between her breasts.
"Ah..."
Takuma's sounds made Setsuna smile.
Was she overthinking it? Setsuna's cheeks flushed.
She rubbed his penis against her nipples. It must feel so good to have her nipples rubbed against him. Setsuna pressed the tip of his penis directly against her nipples, penetrating into her breast tissue. Penetrating the soft flesh, she moved Takuma's penis, rubbing it against her nipples.
"Ah..."
Setsuna cried out unconsciously.
The sensitive glans pressed against her nipple, and Takuma groaned again, ejaculating a large amount of fluid. This shower of semen made Setsuna gasp for breath.
Setsuna's eyes changed from those of a delinquent girl to those of a woman.
A maternal look of lust crossed her face, her eyes gleaming with a watery light. She'd never seen anything like it in the classroom; it was incredibly sexy.
"You...you're amazing...it feels so good..."
Setsuna uttered, a sound of ecstasy in her voice
. Lost in Takuma's penis, she alternated between her right and left breasts, letting his shaft penetrate her, rubbing her nipples. She was completely captive of the king's penis. Bathed in his semen, she gasped, "Ahhh..."
"Your penis is amazing...it can still go in, right..."
"Breast Shadow!! What are you doing!"
A sharp cry startled them both.
The bathroom door opened, and Izayoi glared at them with a horrified expression. Mido Setsuna had finally escaped the king's penis curse.
(Uh.)
Takuma was startled, looking at Izayoi beside him. Her usually dignified and beautiful face had turned into a shrew.
(Oh no...)
(She's so angry...)
(Could it be...we have to go back to our hometown? We won't be able to have sex for a while?)
What should he do? Takuma pondered.
How could he escape this crisis? She claimed she was pushed down… but she wasn’t the victim.
This is terrible.
Utterly terrible. This is a crisis in their relationship.
However, Izayoi didn’t see Takuma. Her gaze was fixed on Setsuna.
“Are you going to protect Lord Takuma!? Or attack Lord Takuma? If this continues, you’ll end up having sex with the King’s Penis!”
“No… I’m sorry… I was just lost in thought…”
Setsuna was still on top of Takuma, shrinking back.
“I just told you to watch out for the King’s Penis! Why are you bathing together again!?”
“No… I just wanted to try…”
“You don’t want to get the King’s Penis too, do you? You don’t want to have sex with Lord Takuma and summon the Demon God, do you?”
“I don’t! I… I don’t have any wishes I want to fulfill…”
Setsuna brushed aside her bangs, revealing an eye patch underneath.
(Injured…?)
Takuma thought.
No, that’s not right.
If it were for treating a wound, it would be a white bandage. Not this kind of black metal contraption.
Setsuna noticed Takuma’s gaze and shook her head, letting her bangs cover her left eye. As if fleeing from sight, she left Kaima, dragged out of the bathroom by Izayoi.
2:30 AM—
in a spacious Japanese-style room, a woman in white sat before a blue flame, chanting eerie incantations.
Bewitching incense drifted like a ghost to the ceiling.
The woman held prayer beads, ringing a bell that rang with her incantations, adding to the dark atmosphere of the room.
She let out a final cry, and the bell flew into the air. The eerie sound echoed in the darkness.
The bell stopped ringing, and the woman finally smiled.
A Russian-like beauty—she was Amami Maika, the female ninja of the Yanyan Ninjutsu school.
Mido Setsuna stood on the second-floor corridor, gazing out the window.
Dawn was still far off.
She always woke up at three in the morning. Long-term training in Hidden Ninjutsu had instilled in her a habit of sleeping at nine and waking at three.
She felt impoverished.
But happiness and the richness of life had been sacrificed during her Hidden Ninjutsu training.
A female ninja was someone who had given up the happiness
of being a woman. The ordinary happiness of being a woman, the freedom of fame and dreams, were ultimately just unattainable dreams. The pleasure of being a mother was ultimately only for gathering intelligence on the enemy. Her own feelings became the enemy's feelings, increasing their desires. The one who climaxed first would become a puppet she controlled. Her own pleasure was also for this reason. To gain control of her opponent, she had to actively feel. "
Man can live a second life," a famous quote from the French philosopher? Rousseau.
A female ninja, however, had died twice.
The first time, as a human being.
The second time, as a woman.
Setsuna didn't know what puberty was.
She only had one romantic relationship during elementary school. The other person was a high school student who lived near her elementary school.
However, her former head ninja, who was still alive at the time, said that such feelings were tantamount to betraying a female ninja's mission. A female ninja had to offer her body for her lord. She couldn't let a complete stranger steal her heart.
Nevertheless, Setsuna bought the most expensive Valentine's Day chocolates at the supermarket. Walking out of the store, on a different route than the usual route for high school students, the chocolates in the plastic bag disappeared without her noticing.
As she left the store, the head ninja, dressed as a middle-aged woman, took the chocolates, and Setsuna knew that her femininity was dead.
Setsuna brushed aside her long left bangs and touched her eyepatch.
Four years had passed since she lost sight in her left eye.
Shortly after entering middle school, during sword training, she was accidentally stabbed in the left eye by a sword tip.
She lost her sight.
Fortunately, her right eye was unharmed, and afterwards, she always covered her left eye with her bangs. Wearing sunglasses looked bad, so she only covered her left eye with the eyepatch, her bangs concealing it.
At first, I could only see with my right eye, and I was sad every day, feeling that what I saw was strange. Now it's just normal. Not being able to see with my left eye doesn't bother me much. Only the part of my nose that's hidden is covered; otherwise, I feel no restriction. The part that's lost its vision has become heightened senses. Even if an enemy attacks from the left, I don't feel disadvantaged.
However, now I'm starting to dream about the times my left eye disappeared.
The intense pain piercing my head wakes me up, drenched in sweat. The feeling of seeing the world with both eyes is invisible in dreams. In dreams, seeing with one eye and seeing with both eyes is the same.
Setsuna takes out a piece of paper she stole from the art teacher.
It's a drawing of herself with normal eyes. It's a deceptive sketch.
(Why would that guy draw like this?)
Setsuna wonders.
With such excellent drawing skills, why draw with eyes?
Comfort?
A gift?
Suddenly, she hears the door open and turns around.
Light footsteps, and a man walks past a few meters away.
Takuma Kanno.
Going to the restroom?
Takuma goes straight downstairs.
Are you hungry too?
Takuma, heading towards the living room, didn't go to the kitchen but instead turned towards the hallway leading to the entrance.
Setsuna, with her back to the window, looked down the stairs.
The sound of the bathroom door opening should have been heard, but it wasn't.
Strange?
Setsuna looked towards Takuma's room.
Izayoi was fast asleep, her back to him. The lord is awake, so the female ninja should be awake too; she's so careless. Perhaps she feels safe because Setsuna is there.
Setsuna went downstairs.
To confirm, she opened the bathroom door.
No one was there.
The entrance door was also closed.
(The kitchen?)
Setsuna thought, noticing the number of shoes was wrong. Takuma's shoes weren't there.
Setsuna reached for the doorknob. The
door wasn't locked. Who unlocked it?
Setsuna quickly put on her socks and shoes and went out.
Finding Takuma was more important than waking Izayoi.
Setsuna walked in the darkness.
During the day, a pair of full breasts could be seen from the front, but not at night.
Setsuna looked left and right.
To the right of the house was a staircase with nearly a hundred steps. There was a light below. It swayed, probably a flashlight.
Setsuna walked.
The stairs were dark.
Takuma, however, ran as fast as in daylight in the darkness.
(What possessed him…!?)
Takuma was an expert at drawing, but his athleticism was at an ordinary level. It was impossible for him to run in the dark.
(Who's controlling him…?)
(Could it be…!)
The answer came to mind.
"Wait!"
Setsuna, wearing a coat over her pajamas, chased after him.
Turning around, it was indeed Takuma.
His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if his consciousness had been stolen. He was running in a certain direction, his expression blank, as if someone had called out to him.
"The one controlling you is Tenkai! Answer me!"
Takuma turned back and started running down the stairs.
Setsuna rushed ahead.
She punched him in the stomach.
Takuma groaned in pain and collapsed on the spot.
"Ouch…ouch ouch ouch…what are you doing…?"
"You've been manipulated."
"How would I know…ouch…"
Footsteps approached from above the stairs.
Izayoi, noticing Takuma's absence, followed after him.
"Tongue-breathing technique?"
Setsuna nodded at Izayoi's question.
"Tongue-breathing spell. A secret technique of the Goose Sound Stream. It uses the curse of oral sex. The tip of the tongue writes nine characters on the penis, hypnotizing the disoriented opponent. When manipulating the opponent, simply chanting the incantation will make them act according to one's will."
"Then she escaped to Maika's place. If she had discovered it any later, she would have succeeded..."
This was the first-floor living room.
Indirect lighting shone down from the first-floor beams.
Izayoi wore a long white robe. Her heavy J-cup breasts stretched the sleeveless garment high. Her nipples protruded further, creating some shadows, looking rather lewd.
Setsuna, on the other hand, wore a long black collared coat over her body. Her breasts were so full that the buttons couldn't be fully fastened; the third button was undone. Therefore, a deep cleavage and full breasts could be seen.
Takuma looked at the two women.
He couldn't understand what they were saying. He had finally woken up, but he had no memory of leaving home in the middle of the night.
"Is the curse lifted?"
"No. It's definitely still there. Tonight is fine, but I'll definitely be called out again tomorrow night. Until it's lifted."
"Lifted... we have to find a way."
"After all, it's a curse."
"What do you mean?"
"If the opponent uses 'Garugane Sound Flow's weapon, then we can use 'our own weapon'."
Izayoi stared at Setsuna.
That wasn't a look of trust.
"You'll become a prisoner of the King's Knife."
"I'm a female ninja."
"But, I'll definitely become a prisoner."
"This time, no problem."
"You really don't want to have sex with the King's Knife?"
Setsuna was silent.
She wanted to have sex with the King's Knife?
"Make a promise with me, you will never have sex with Lord Takuma."
"Even if you do, I won't be able to summon the Demon God."
Setsuna stood up.
Takuma was grabbed. He wondered if he would be attacked again.
"What...what are you doing?"
"Treatment."
"Will it hurt?"
"It won't hurt, but you might die."
"I'm going back to my room."
Takuma got up, but Setsuna grabbed his underwear. Soon, she pinned Takuma down on the tatami mat in the living room.
"Izayoi, save me!"
"Be prepared."
Setsuna roughly pulled off his underwear.
"Waaaaa...huh?"
Izayoi also came closer, grabbing Takuma's hands and pressing them down on the tatami mat.
(Am I going to be raped by Setsuna?)
(Could it be, am I going to be stabbed? Setsuna is actually intersex...and then a completely new life begins...)
Takuma's eyes were filled with fear, but the two women pulled open their chests.
Izayoi pulled open her white long dress, revealing her full breasts. Like oversized cantaloupes, they were heavily exposed.
Then, Setsuna also unbuttoned her uniform, revealing her lower breasts. Huge mountains like melons. Larger than breasts.
The two women approached Takuma's lower body.
Together they crawled between Takuma's legs.
"W-what..."
"Lord Takuma, I'll make you feel good right now."
"Feel good?"
"Be good and don't move. I'll make you feel so good you'll roll over."
Setsuna said, pressing her large breasts against Takuma's penis. At the same time, Izayoi's breasts pressed up as well.
The different breasts on both sides, the K-cup and J-cup breasts, pressed against each other. The soft cleavage swallowed the penis.
"Lord Takuma, please ejaculate as much as you want."
After Izayoi finished speaking, the four breasts began to sway.
Double breast sex.
The soft flesh pressed against the penis from four directions, clamping it without any gaps. Even the glans was not visible.
"I'll lead the way."
Izayoi started the rhythm and began to shake her J-cup breasts. Showing superb technique, she squeezed Setsuna's K-cup breasts.
The four breasts clamped the penis, bouncing up and down. The heavy flesh ravaged the penis from all sides.
Takuma quickly groaned.
It was as if the penis was being squeezed by the soft breasts instead of the vagina. The youthful skin of seventeen and twenty-year-olds clung to the sides of my penis, the elastic touch rubbing against it. The foreskin was pulled back, and my penis felt a squeezing pleasure.
An even better pleasure.
Izayoi was a stunning beauty. And Setsuna, who felt terrifying, was definitely not an unattractive woman. Upon closer inspection, she was also a beauty. I was receiving a double blowjob from these two busty female ninjas.
They were panting, shaking their heavy bodies. Bang bang bang, the heavy breasts bounced back and forth, clamping my penis from four directions.
The smooth skin and surging elasticity made my penis start to itch. Resonance appeared.
(Oh no... I'm about to ejaculate...)
The moment I thought this, Setsuna's long eyes looked over.
Through the gap in her bangs, I could see her eye patch. At this moment, the two breasts suddenly began to sway from side to side. The super-powerful fruit, exceeding its specifications, moved up and down in different directions, rubbing against my penis with unprecedented intensity.
"Ah ah..."
Takuma's waist swayed from side to side.
He hadn't ejaculated yet. But pre-ejaculate was seeping from the glans.
Setsuna and Izayoi shook their taut breasts. Their rocket-shaped breasts swayed back and forth, rubbing against Takuma's milky rod.
Four breasts clamped around the penis, their narrow cleavage biting it, launching a fierce attack.
The soft breasts rubbed against it, the tip of the penis trying to escape. The penis could only become a prisoner awaiting its fate of ejaculation.
Takuma groaned, arching his back.
The two pairs of breasts rubbed up and down at different rhythms, fanning the penis.
Giving it no respite.
Takuma groaned, feeling numbness in his lower back, and from the center of his four breasts, a powerful jet of white fluid gushed out.
The semen flew over the heads of the two female ninjas engrossed in the breast-fucking, forming a white fountain. The sticky fluid landed on the faces of the two smiling women.
"Takuma-sama, so good..."
Izayoi couldn't help but say. Her previously tense expression now displayed a lewd smile. She too was somewhat invaded by the magic of the king's penis.
"Ah...it's really good...your breasts are so hot..."
Setsuna also sighed in ecstasy.
Both were busty female ninjas, their full breasts swaying and rubbing against the penis. The swishing sounds indicated they were cupping their breasts and fiercely attacking the penis. The male thighs, like bicycle frames, were exposed, the four breasts shifting position before him. The glans also moved left and right, forward and backward, continuing to ejaculate.
"Setsuna, I'll suck it,"
Izayoi said, forcibly taking the bent penis into her mouth before she could finish speaking.
She vigorously shook her breasts, using all her strength to arouse desire and suck the glans. The lewd sounds echoed in the Kano residence late at night.
(Ugh... I can't suck like that...)
Takuma groaned.
Groans of anguish.
His tongue swirled, moving left and right to suck the semen. Moreover, the two beautiful female ninjas continued their double breast attack, relentlessly assaulting the penis
until their deaths. They didn't leave the penis, breasts rubbing against each other, attacking it.
Four Breasts, Eight Perfections—The Ultimate Double Breast Attack. "Perfect" is another meaning of "tongue." Four breasts make the opponent dizzy, and the tongue makes the opponent suffer from breast play.
(Gurgle...so good...)
Takuma arches his back and moans like a girl.
E-cup breasts cannot use the techniques of these two. Only super-duper breasts exceeding J-cup can show breast skills.
(So good...both of their breasts feel so good...the feeling of them sucking and clamping my penis feels so good...)
Takuma couldn't help but ejaculate.
His breasts, completely clamping his penis—pulling forward and backward, escaping to the right and playing with his left, wherever his penis went, there was plenty of flesh, completely surrounded, conquered by the blissful elasticity.
And his glans was also being sucked in, his tongue rotating left and right, sucking out his semen.
(Ughhhhhh! Ughhhhhhhh!)
His breasts moved left and right, focusing on rubbing his penis, which, besides being sucked in by the sea of flesh, was also attacked by Izayoi's tongue. Takuma screamed.
Like a malfunctioning faucet, a large amount of white, cloudy liquid gushed out. Semen sprayed onto Izayoi's cheeks.
Izayoi swallowed the semen, taking his penis deep into her throat. She let the semen flow down her esophagus in one gulp.
(No... I'll die, I'll die... I'm about to faint...)
The super-sized, voluptuous breasts focused intently on rubbing against the penis, combined with the masochistic pleasure from the squeezed semen, causing Takuma to twitch and convulse like a machine, unable to move.
"Hehe. Takuma-sama, you look quite comfortable."
Izayoi smiled.
"First section over."
"Breast shadow. Don't become a prisoner of the King's penis."
"I know. Let's begin."
With that, Setsuna stood up.
She bound her body with two sturdy ropes to a ceiling beam. Holding the ends of the ropes, she stood above Takuma.
Takuma lay completely face up, unconscious.
"That's enough, Setsuna."
"Ahhh. Now I'll immediately free you from the curse."
Setsuna smeared sticky potion on her chest. Bathed in indirect lighting, her full, voluptuous breasts radiated a bewitching glow.
Preparation complete.
Handing the ropes to Izayoi, Setsuna suddenly flew into the air. With arms and legs outstretched, she landed on Takuma like a parachutist.
"Ugh!"
Caught off guard by the rope during descent, Setsuna's body stopped in mid-air.
Izayoi used all her weight to support the rope. Setsuna's body floated at a height just before touching Takuma's. Her breasts, J-cup or larger, drooped, only her nipples touching Takuma.
Setsuna swayed her body, facing the penis directly below her, clamping it between her drooping, rocket-shaped breasts.
Takuma's waist jolted.
Even unconscious, the pleasure was still clear.
The penis bounced up, and Setsuna clamped it between her breasts, beginning to rotate. Her body, legs spread apart, spun in circles. Her deep cleavage swallowed the penis, rotating around it, the sticky, slippery sensation attacking it.
"Rin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Zai, Qian!"
Setsuna shouted the mantra after each rotation. As she shouted, her breasts swayed up and down, rubbing against the penis.
The sticky, slippery friction of her breasts against the penis was enough to make him feel good. Liquid must have seeped out at the tip. And Takuma was unconscious; only his penis was reacting.
As the ninth rotation ended, Takuma's lower back cramped
and he rose upwards. A sign of orgasm. Setsuna then rotated her body, clamping his penis between her breasts.
At the moment the tenth rotation ended, Setsuna squeezed his penis tightly between her full breasts. With all her might, she gripped the king's penis with her full flesh, the warm, fatty mass a relentless assault.
When her rotation stopped, Setsuna rubbed his penis violently from side to side with her breasts. Takuma's lower back leaped upwards, as if piercing Setsuna's heart, thrusting towards the center of her chest. Hot liquid, semen, shot deep into her cleavage.
"Gurgle!"
Setsuna cried out.
The semen must be gushing out with tremendous force.
Takuma's lower back convulsed. At the same time, a large amount of semen followed, flowing into her cleavage.
Setsuna floated in mid-air, her body trembling. It seemed she was about to orgasm.
(Breast Shadow, do your best… don't let the king's penis capture you…!)
Izayoi prayed silently.
Suddenly, Takuma's lower back stopped.
Ejaculation ended.
Setsuna, as if trying to prevent the semen from flowing out, carefully propped herself up. She tightly embraced her breasts, sucking the semen from the glans.
"Ahhh..." Takuma cried out. It seemed she had regained consciousness.
Izayoi relaxed. The breast-breathing technique had succeeded.
However, Setsuna continued to suck the glans. At first, she only licked the surface, but then she took the glans deep into her throat and began to suck forcefully.
"Ahhh..."
Takuma cried out, arching his back.
Setsuna's head moved up and down, her lips clenched. Replacing her slender fingers, she turned her mouth into a piston, sucking the penis with superhuman speed.
"Ahhh... Ahhh..."
Takuma was captivated.
He grabbed Setsuna's head and twisted his body to the right.
Izayoi noticed for the first time that something was wrong.
Using the breast-breathing technique, Setsuna had definitely been captured by the King's penis.
"Breast Shadow! Wake up!"
As Izayoi rushed over, the room lights went out, and an iron lock flew out. Huge handcuffs were attached to the front of the lock, aimed at their hands and feet.
Adding to the sudden appearance of shuriken, only a faint metallic clang echoed in the darkness.
Several locks appeared from behind, handcuffing Izayoi and Setsuna's hands and chokes around their thighs, then clicking shut.
Three shadows flew into the air.
The locks traced massive arcs, bracing themselves against the beams. The three shadows landed again, suspending Izayoi and Setsuna in mid-air. Instantly, their bodies were suspended by the towering ceiling, completely handcuffed.
Then, three figures emerged from the darkness.
The two on either side wore mesh bodysuits. Only the one in the very center wore a bright purple short robe studded with metal plates. This was a rather revealing female ninja outfit. Each of the three held several locks in their hands.
Yuna and Mizuna of the Oniwaban—and, their master, Amami Maika.

Chapter Six, The Dream-Eating Demon

"What a pity. You finally managed to break free of my Tongue Breathing Technique, but you got captured yourself. Foolish female ninja."
Maika's face showed a proud expression as she looked up at Izayoi and Setsuna hanging from the beam.
Their bodies were shackled, their feet bound, making their flesh look even more beautiful. Because of the ropes binding them, the beautiful female ninja's breasts were even more prominent.
In order to perform the Breast Breathing Technique, she might have been able to escape if she hadn't been bound by ropes, but it was too late to say that.
Izayoi twisted her body to resist, but this only made the shackles tighten around her body, and the female ninja of the Momiji-ryu school made obscene sounds. Moreover, being bound so tightly, her nipples were erect.
Maika looked at Izayoi, and then looked at Setsuna with a mocking gaze.
"It really is you. I could tell from this smell."
"Basically, I take a bath every day."
The two Oniwaban laughed.
Maika glared at them, and they quickly put on an expression of complete ignorance. The two of them were still completely unfazed.
"They're here to defeat me again."
"What can you do looking like that? Shadow Manipulation and stuff, let me see."
"You want to witness it firsthand?"
"Go ahead."
Maika shook the lock. The lock vibrated, affecting the two female ninjas.
They made soft, delicate sounds. Izayoi's breasts stretched open her thin white clothes, her nipples almost bursting through the fabric. Her legs rubbed together, an uncontrollable desire rising within her.
In a flash, her K-cup breasts shot up like rockets from her high-necked coat, her moist lips parting. Her body trembled slightly, a throbbing pain spreading through her cracks.
"If you want to climax, feel free to do so anytime."
Maika smiled triumphantly.
"This isn't just any lock. It's specifically designed to cuff your most sensitive spots."
"Even if you beat me, if you can't summon the King's Penis, it's all for nothing..."
"The howling of stray dogs should stop now. You will witness history. Become witnesses to the moment I summon the Demon God."
"We'll see if you can do it..."
"You think you can summon it?"
Maika scoffed.
This is probably a two-stage plan. If there's no disturbance, Maika will take the King's Penis in the infirmary. If someone disturbs her, she'll lock Takuma in the art classroom and perform a ritual of summoning spirits with her tongue—a tongue-calling technique. Then she'll summon Takuma and make the King's Penis hers. That must be their script.
Because Setsuna can use the Shadow Manipulation Technique and turned off the lights. Without a shadow, the Shadow Manipulation Technique is useless.
"Miss Maika."
Two Oniwabanshu called to Maika. Takuma, who had been unconscious, shook his head and propped himself up.
"Strange...? Izayoi and Mido-kun...?"
After noticing the anomaly, Takuma froze on the spot. His gaze fell on Maika.
"Good night~~~~"
"Good night my foot! What are you doing here!"
"What do you want?"
Takuma struggled. The reaction force caused the penis between his legs to sway.
Tonight, Maika was wearing clothes with very little fabric.
The backless dress barely covered anything below the neck, just enough to barely cover the nipples, revealing her full H-cup breasts and areolas. The fabric covering her nipples stretched out to her waist, leaving only a strap.
Covering her taut thighs was a small sliver of fabric with a large opening down to her waist, revealing glimpses of her white thighs. Of course, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"How is it?"
Maika smiled at Takuma.
Takuma was stunned.
"Izayoi! Help me!"
"Takuma-sama!"
Izayoi struggled in mid-air. However, she was bound even tighter, only able to make sounds. Setsuna also writhed and groaned beside her.
"Heh, screaming won't help. No one will come to help you."
"Do you still want to try?"
"Because it's comfortable with you. And, aren't you already erect?"
The moment Takuma's gaze confirmed her lower body, Maika released the iron chains.
The handcuffs bound Takuma's hands and feet. Maika pulled on the chains, and Takuma made a useless sound.
"Lord Takuma!"
Izayoi screamed.
Maika, already straddling Takuma, propped herself up. Her deliciously white breasts swayed within the pitifully small piece of fabric. A fragrance wafted from her inner thighs. She must have used aphrodisiacs.
Maika shook her breasts in front of Takuma. Her beautifully shaped, rocket-like breasts were full of elasticity, seemingly about to break free of her clothes.
Takuma swallowed hard.
This was the weakness of the King's Penis holder. Maika shook her breasts forcefully.
"Don't you want to touch it?"
"Who, who wants to touch it?"
"I want you to touch it."
Maika lowered her hips. Her juices stained his penis.
"Stop, stop, don't go in without permission."
"I'm going to go in without permission."
Maika continued to lower her hips, her wet, lustful flesh engulfing his penis. Takuma's expression was one of ecstasy, he sighed with pleasure.
"Ah...so hard...King's Penis, it's so good no matter how many times you do it..."
Maika pressed her hands against Takuma's chest, bending her body slightly. Beautifully shaped, rocket-like breasts sagged, their areolas peeking out from under the fabric.
"Touch me."
The busty young lady, her breasts barely concealed by her areolas, pressed down on Takuma. Her
soft, elastic breasts pressed against him, her buttocks swaying slowly.
"Ugh..."
"No need to hold back anymore... Once you summon the demon god, you can touch my breasts however you like... It will make you feel very good..."
Takuma trembled. He was excited by the haughty young lady's words.
"No, Lord Takuma! I can't have sex with someone like that!"
Izayoi struggled in mid-air. Setsuna
, standing nearby, watched the two intently. Would Maika be able to successfully summon the demon god? Just watching her, Takuma was already aroused by Maika's words. And Maika continued to tease Takuma.
"Hurry up and touch me. Rub it however you like~~ Come on, rub it."
Maika lifted her body, shaking her rocket-shaped breasts.
"Put your hands up here, okay, hurry up?"
She called out sweetly, and Takuma's hand reached out.
He rubbed it directly. Her breasts overflowed between his fingers, full and firm.
"Ahhh! Harder?"
The pleasure of flicking her nipples sent waves of pleasure through her breasts and uterus, causing Maika to arch her back. Takuma then gripped her breasts tightly with both hands, pressing them down.
Pulling her beautifully shaped, rocket-like breasts sent another wave of sharp pleasure crashing over Maika.
"Ahhh~! So good! Rub my breasts a few more times~!"
Maika couldn't resist shaking her nipples and swaying her hips.
Loud squelching sounds filled the air as the hard penis was gradually swallowed. Maika lowered her waist, the hard tip of the penis rubbing against her vaginal walls, sending a tingling sensation through her uterus.
"Lord Takuma, I can't succumb to temptation... I can't make love with that woman..."
"You actually said that..."
Maika shook her hips even harder. Her taut, beautiful buttocks moved like a piston. Her slit opened, swallowing the entire penis, which was now glistening. Her vaginal fluids completely soaked the penis.
Setsuna watched the two lost in pleasure.
Asking Takuma to hold back was too much of a stretch. In just two or three minutes, Takuma would definitely ejaculate inside Maika.
"Ugh...waist...don't move..."
"Because your penis feels so good...ejaculating inside...if it were you, I'd allow it..."
Takuma groaned.
Her vaginal muscles suddenly contracted. Maika's buttocks twisted from side to side, tightly gripping his penis.
"Ugh...vagina...vagina is contracting..."
Takuma couldn't help but clutch her breasts. His fingers sank completely into her flesh. His expression was one of ecstasy, his waist trembling. At this moment...
"Ugh...so good! I'm climaxing...!"
Maika pressed herself against Takuma.
Their bodies were pressed together, their waists twisting wildly. Takuma groaned, and Maika cried out.
Suddenly, both of them cramped up in their lower backs.
Probably, their erogenous zones were throbbing, forcibly gripping his penis. His penis was facing deep inside, being massaged by her vagina, while being tightly gripped.
"Ugh...ahhh...no..."
"Ahhh, shoot inside..."
Both of their backs arched back simultaneously. Climaxes pierced through both of them at the same time. Their voices merged together.
Then, in the next instant—
Takuma's back rose off the tatami, like a bridge rising up, then suddenly collapsed. His breathing seemed to disappear, and Takuma's neck tilted to one side.
(Wh-what...!!)
(He fainted...!?)
In that instant, he instinctively leaned forward. Something felt off. Something was unusual.
"Takuma-sama! You can't faint!"
Izayoi shouted.
Maika's body trembled.
But Takuma didn't respond.
He must have fainted.
"Ah... Lord Takuma..."
Izayoi cried out in despair in mid-air.
"Just like me..."
"Just like that?"
"It's always like this when the Demon God appears. Lord Takuma faints before the Demon God appears every time."
"What!?"
His body was tightly handcuffed, Setsuna looked at Maika and Takuma.
(Could it be... Maika really succeeded!?)
He couldn't summon the Demon God, so Maika should have done the same.
Or, did she finally succeed!?
The two Oniwaban watched with bated breath.
The moment of destiny had arrived.
Everyone watched, and Takuma's neck moved.
His neck twitched.
The Demon God was about to descend. The Demon God was finally summoned by Maika.
"I thought I was going to die... You squeezed too tight. I thought my penis would break."
Everyone was speechless.
This wasn't the Demon God's voice. It was Takuma's own voice. The Demon God hadn't been summoned.
"Wh-why...!?"
Maika looked at Takuma with an incredulous expression.
"Why didn't it come out!? I was using the riding position properly! Why!"
"How should I know! If I knew, I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble!"
"Hurry up and let the demon come out! Hurry up and transform!!"
Maika shook Takuma's head. She grabbed his neck and shook him back and forth.
"Wait, wait! It hurts, it hurts, what are you doing!"
"Miss Maika is going crazy!"
"Miss Maika!"
Two Oniwaban ran over.
The locks binding Setsuna loosened. Setsuna took the opportunity to break free.
Using the powerful recoil, she landed on the tatami mat as if she were being spun in the opposite direction from the downward position.
Hearing the sound of Setsuna landing, the three turned around. At this moment, the locks that were attacking Setsuna turned around and attacked the three of them.
The three of them were bound tightly by the locks and were tied up in an instant.
The Oniwaban took out a shuriken, but their wrists were cuffed upwards, and the three of them rolled on the ground like worms.
The situation was reversed.
"Looks like the demon hates you."
Maika glared at Setsuna. His face was contorted with humiliation and defeat, his eyes filled with regret.
Takuma clutched his neck, crying out in pain.
"Breast Shadow, quickly untie me."
Setsuna looked at Izayoi, then slowly turned to Takuma. Her gaze suddenly froze.
Her gaze settled on the center of his legs. On the inside of his vertically erect penis, the Big Dipper was clearly visible.
(Stop...!)
She shouted frantically, but it was too late. She exhaled a warm breath. Setsuna's lips parted.
The one who noticed the abnormality was Izayoi.
"Breast Shadow! What are you doing! Wake up! Look away!"
But she couldn't.
Setsuna instead took a step closer to Takuma. Her gaze fixed on the penis.
"Breast Shadow! Do you know what you're doing! You can't let the penis steal your consciousness! Breast Shadow!"
Setsuna continued to approach Takuma.
Takuma finally realized something was wrong, looking at Setsuna with a horrified expression.
Setsuna swallowed hard.
"Breast Shadow!!"
He heard Izayoi's voice.
Setsuna knew very well that she had stepped into a forbidden world.
She really wanted to help Izayoi; she had to drive Maika out of this house. Then she would protect Takuma from the bad guys.
But her body couldn't hear her own words.
—She wanted to make love with the King.
—She wanted to taste pleasure again.
A deep pain shot through her body. She had already succumbed once. Her soul had already bowed down to the King.
(Stop…!)
Even as she screamed inwardly, Setsuna's hands pulled down her pants.
What appeared was unexpectedly a pair of underwear with a cute flower pattern. There was a dent in the center of the flower. The inside was damp and stuck to the underwear. Setsuna
then lay on top of Takuma.
Takuma lay back. Setsuna
chased after him, crawling on all fours. His high-necked coat was open, and his breasts swayed back and forth. It was a sight that even breast lovers would find unbearable.
"Midou-kun, calm down, put your clothes on first."
"No…I want you…"
"Breast Shadow!!"
As Izayoi screamed, Setsuna grabbed Takuma's hand.
—She wanted…!
—She wanted to know…!
—I want to experience the King's Penis again…!
My blood boils again.
Maika failed her second attempt. So, what should I do? I probably can't do it either. Neither Maika nor I can summon the Demon God.
What does the King's Penis need?
What am I doing this for?
Desire and craving stir deep within my body.
Stop! Even as she shouted, Setsuna grabbed Takuma's hand and guided it into her high-necked coat.
"You can rub it however you like… My breasts are 107 centimeters…"
Takuma's penis trembled. Then, following those words, he grabbed her breasts, which weren't bra-clad, inside her uniform.
His fingers sank in.
She made a sound involuntarily. The warmth of his fingers on her nipples sent waves of tingling through her chest.
(Breasts…rub them a few more times…)
Setsuna unbuttoned one or two buttons of her uniform. Overwhelming
mounds of flesh sprang out from the collar. They were far beyond what was expected. A pair of full breasts, like two watermelons. Huge hot water bottles, heavy and swaying, as if filled with water.
Takuma swallowed instinctively.
He must really want to rub them. He must want to knead them thoroughly. Then, Setsuna felt the same way.
Takuma's hands rubbed her breasts directly from below.
His hands were full of huge breast flesh. Like grasping balloons, the flesh overflowed from under his palms and between his fingers.
(Gurgle…so good…this man feels so good rubbing them…)
Takuma kneaded her breasts as if lifting them up. The heavy flesh was lifted, pushed and rubbed forcefully against her chest.
“Gurgle…ah…I want…your…”
“Breast Shadow!”
Izayoi shouted, but Setsuna slowly lowered her waist.
Her buttocks, with their healthy skin, swallowed the tip of his penis. Warm flesh walls enveloped his penis.
(Ah...so thick...)
Takuma let out a sound of ecstasy. His waist trembled.
Takuma was about to ejaculate.
There was no sign of the demon god appearing.
But it still felt good. He wanted more, more of the king's penis.
Setsuna's hips swayed flexibly. Tiny particles stimulated his penis. The thick tip of his penis smacked against him. His body was numb deep inside.
But Takuma was about to ejaculate again.
An expression of ecstasy appeared on his face, his body pressed against Setsuna, trembling slightly. The K-cup breasts pressed against Takuma's chest, squeezing and spreading out.
Takuma hadn't transformed into a demon god yet.
He really couldn't do it.
Originally, he didn't know how to make love to summon a demon god.
No, that didn't matter. As long as his vagina could feel the king's penis—as long as it could be penetrated by the king's penis.
"Ugh...almost there..."
Setsuna began to shake her hips vigorously. Her breasts bounced up and down, and her buttocks swayed along with them. With left and right rotation, her buttocks performed a piston motion.
Takuma screamed.
At the same time, he arched his back, a surge of pleasure washing over him. Even
as his penis reached its limit, Setsuna didn't release his grip. Takuma's penis, about to ejaculate, was tightly held by
his vagina. Takuma groaned, and Setsuna grabbed his hand, guiding it to her breasts.
Takuma panted, his fingers sinking into her K-cup breasts.
"Ahhh..."
Setsuna groaned loudly.
Takuma grabbed her sensitive spots with both hands; even without seeing his fingers, the pleasure was still aroused. Her breasts felt like they were full of fruit, very taut. At the same time, her uterus burned with pain.
(Gurgle... I can feel my uterus...)
(The King's Penis, so good... no matter how many times... it feels so good...)
Her buttocks swayed incessantly, wanting to taste more of the King's Penis. Her heart was being penetrated by the King's Penis.
What emotions did Izayoi see in him?
Anger? Disappointment? Envy? His body must be very envious. Because he now possessed the King's Penis exclusively.
"Setsuna! Stop! This isn't your mission! You did the same thing as Karin!"
Izayoi shouted. Setsuna
shook her head.
No.
All he wanted was to make love with Wang Jing. He didn't care what the demon god did.
Takuma groaned.
The third ejaculation began.
But then—Takuma suddenly clung to him. He swayed his hips with fierce force.
Takuma ejaculated, his penis, spraying semen, forcefully slamming into his honeypot. The depths of his vagina were attacked by the thick tip of his penis.
The thick tip shot out semen, slamming into the cervix at high speed. It stretched open the wet flesh walls, attacking upwards relentlessly.
An unexpected counterattack, Setsuna was instantly captivated
. His uterus and breasts felt hot and incredibly comfortable.
"Ahhh~~~~!" Setsuna
couldn't help but shout.
His mind was burning and blank.
The penis, the thick tip, the semen, relentlessly attacked the cervix. The uterus shook, the body resonated. A feeling of impending orgasm arose deep within his body.
His uterus was about to melt.
He, who held the title of strongest in the Red Leaf Stream, felt a strong sensation. His breasts felt so good too.
If he could orgasm right now…
In that instant, his breasts were forcefully kneaded. Unseen fingers sank into her breasts, fingertips rubbing her nipples back and forth.
"Ahhh! Idiot! Not there~~~~!"
Setsuna cried out as Takuma ejaculated, focusing intently on his piston-like thrusts. Each thrust was accompanied by rubbing her nipples and squeezing her breasts. Her
K-cup breasts, exceeding the typical size of a Japanese woman's, swelled and swayed repeatedly.
"Stop, don't suddenly thrust so deep, ee-ee, did you hear me…!"
Setsuna's voice, in its true form, became a woman's voice. It went from its usual low tone to a high pitch.
Takuma ignored the attempts to stop her, his penis continuing to penetrate deeper. His waist moved like a machine, accelerating the piston-like motion. Setsuna
screamed .
Her white throat was visible.
Her long, black hair danced wildly down her back. Her left eye, hidden by an eye patch, appeared in her bangs.
She was overwhelmed by orgasm.
In that instant—as if long awaited—Takuma gripped her 107cm breasts tightly with both hands. Her breasts, held in his hands, swelled like balloons. The fleshy orbs overflowed from beneath his palms and between his fingers like a stream of water.
"Climax, it's over, it's over!!!!"
A sharp scream rang out as the white light of the climax pierced Setsuna's body like an arrow.
Only the high-pitched sound remained, the words incoherent.
Takuma's body arched backward, frozen in place.
Then—
Setsuna's body suddenly twitched. Just as the words themselves suggested, it jumped a few centimeters as if a small explosion had occurred.
Maika, Yuzuna, and Mizuna, who were seeing this for the first time, instinctively doubted whether they were seeing things.
Only Izayoi muttered quietly.
The man who had been suffering from the climax of Setsuna's body suddenly transformed into a muscular man. A muscular man that even bodybuilders would envy, embraced Setsuna, his eyes wide open.
"Oh, this time it's a different woman. Takuma, not bad. Hahaha, that was great."
The voice was so loud it seemed to crack even the pillars.
The Lord of the King's Stem—the true demon god had appeared.
"It's...it's really out..."
Maika exclaimed in surprise. Her waist lost its strength.
The two Oniwabanshu were also stunned on the spot.
The moment he opened his eyes, he instinctively couldn't speak.
"There are quite a lot of people in the audience today. Are they my fans? I can grant you any wish. Hurry up and tell me."
Setsuna didn't answer, remaining silent.
"Stop being stubborn. Hurry up and speak. Even a second or two earlier will do."
"You...who are you?!"
"What, is this an intelligence test? I don't have 110 children."
"Answer me!"
"Dare to order me around? You deserve punishment. Here you go. Watch."
The demon thrust his penis in. In that instant, Setsuna drooled and reached orgasm. His back cramped, and his semen gushed out like a spray of water.
"Ughhhhh...!"
Setsuna gasped, his eyes rolling back. This wasn't just any ordinary orgasm.
"Well? Did you hear what I said? Then hurry up and speak."
"I...have no wish...I...just want to confirm...why...have I to have this kind of life..."
"I'm not a chat room. Don't treat people like chat partners. Hah!"
The demon thrust his penis in again. Setsuna screamed again, his body arching backward.
One thrust brought Setsuna to orgasm. His eyes rolled back completely.
"You have no learning ability. Hurry up and tell me your wish."
"I don't...have a wish..."
"Don't lie."
"Really...I don't..."
"Shut up, little girl. A person without a wish can't call me 'Grandpa.' Tell me what you've been 'dreaming about'."
Setsuna's expression froze.
Her gaze shifted.
Her lips parted slightly.
She swallowed and lowered her head. Lost in thought, she swallowed again and opened her lips.
"Really...anything?"
"I'll eat any wish. The destruction of the Earth or the annihilation of the universe, whatever you want. I'll even drink all the seawater."
Setsuna lowered her head and moved her lips. Her voice was too soft for Izayoi to hear.
"What?"
"...I want...to regain..."
Hearing this wish, no one could laugh.
Everyone has inner wounds.
Unfulfilled dreams.
Setsuna wasn't without a wish. It's just that she had given up.
--To be able to see again.
This was the only wish Setsuna could express. When she said it, Setsuna clenched her teeth and desperately held back her tears. She must have remembered what happened when she lost her left eye.
The demon finally laughed.
"Woman. I've eaten this wish. Tell me sooner next time we meet."
The moment he laughed, a white light enveloped the room.
Everyone fainted.
It felt like they were seeing a very, very long dream.
A dream from childhood.
A dream before they began their training as female ninjas.
A dream where they could freely like whomever they wanted, freely see the world with their own eyes—
Setsuna awoke, knowing she had left the dreamlike illusion in her mind. It felt like a wonderful dream, yet she couldn't remember a single scene. It must be a better dream if she didn't remember. Now she couldn't achieve fulfillment—she knew she could never be happy.
Setsuna propped herself up, and instantly, she felt dizzy.
Her eyes couldn't focus.
(Where am I?)
The towering ceiling and beams came into view, and Setsuna finally pinpointed her location. It felt a little different, but it was definitely Takuma Kino's house.
Setsuna propped herself up with her hands.
Everyone was asleep. Izayoi, Maika, the two Oniwaban, even Takuma was asleep on the floor.
(Could everyone be sleeping here!?)
(What happened?)
Holding the fallen blindfold in her hand. It must have fallen off while she was asleep.
(What happened? What happened yesterday? Takuma ran away from home, I used the Breath of the Beast Technique to break the curse, and that idiot Maika came over…)
After that, her memory was hazy. Indeed, she remembered that only she had broken free of the iron chains, but what happened after that?
Setsuna noticed that she was almost completely naked. She
had a bad feeling.
She had fallen into the King's Penis Magic again and had sex with Takuma. Izayoi screamed, and then…
froze.
Indeed, she had summoned the Demon God. The Demon God appeared, and she said something, but she only felt like she said it; the memory was ambiguous.
Setsuna re-tied the blindfold.
(Strange!?)
For a moment, Setsuna wondered if she was seeing things.
When she tied the blindfold back on, her vision narrowed.
(What's going on?)
(Was the blindfold tied on the wrong side?)
Impossible. Because she couldn't see with her other eye.
She loosened the blindfold.
Her vision returned to normal.
Something's not right, it feels so vast. The sudden expanse of vision makes me dizzy.
(W-What!?)
I press my hand against my left eye and see the wrong number of fingers. A sharp pain rang out in that instant.
I'm terrified.
I close my right eye.
I see my own fingers.
I close my left eye, and sure enough, I see my own fingers too. But the angle feels different.
(Could it be...?)
I see a mirror next to Izayoi. I immediately pick it up and look at myself.
"Setsuna...?"
Izayoi props herself
up. Maika also looks up.
The two Oniwaban also suddenly look up.
"Ah."
All four of them open their mouths.
"How could this be..."
The mirror falls from Setsuna's hand. It cracks.
It's a lie.
That's what I think. This must be a dream.
I punch the mirror directly.
A sound rings out, the mirror shatters. My fist bleeds.
It hurts. Even though it's a dream, it hurts.
It's not a dream?
Setsuna shakes her head, it's impossible.
This can't be. The doctor said there's nothing he can do. There's no way to treat it with surgery, he said I'll only have one eye for the rest of my life. The main family had said that losing one's eyes was all for the sake of the crown prince. So, he grew his bangs long to cover his left eye. He hated having only one eye. Therefore, he closed himself off emotionally.
However...
this eye...
the blind left eye, saw.
No.
Wait.
Could it be that he misunderstood, thinking that the left eye was seeing, but the right eye was actually blind?
He closed his left eye again in an instant.
His vision became half.
This time, he closed his right eye and opened his left.
She saw it.
She saw it in the direction she couldn't see.
Setsuna's expression shifted from surprise to a slow smile.
Her lips trembled.
A miracle.
It truly was a miracle.
This…this…
She couldn't help but cry, her vision clearing as she saw Takuma propping himself up.
Yesterday's memories flashed back like an electric shock.
—"Your wish, I'll eat it."
Takuma, now transformed, uttered these words.
"I want to see with both eyes."
His own reply.
Suddenly, tears streamed down his face.
He hadn't actually wanted to summon the demon god; he was simply possessed by the King's Penis Demon and wanted to make love. Takuma—that demon god—had granted his wish. An absolutely impossible wish, truly granted.
"What…? Where am I…?"
Takuma mumbled in his sleep. He seemed to have no memory of yesterday at all.
Setsuna suddenly hugged Takuma tightly.
"Ahhh!"
Takuma screamed.
"Wh-wh-what!?"
Setsuna kept repeating the same sentence.
"Huh!? Huh!? What, what happened!?"
"Th-thank…thank…thank…"
The sound faded away. Nothing was being said.
His shoulders trembled.
Setsuna hugged Takuma, his shoulders heaving.
“M-Midou-kun…you’re crying?”
“Idiot…I’m not crying…I’ll kill you…”
Though he said that, he couldn’t help but cling to Takuma. Waaaaah! What’s wrong! What bad thing did I do?
Takuma was clueless.
“Takuma-sama, you did something really good.”
“Huh?”
Izayoi looked at him with tears in her eyes.
“Please look at the eyes of the girl.”
“…Could it be…the king’s penis?”
Izayoi nodded.
Takuma scratched his head.
“Waaaah…I don’t remember…”
“It’s okay, even if you don’t remember.”
Izayoi smiled.
When he lost an eye, Setsuna, who never cried, cried for three whole days, Izayoi remembered it clearly. After that, Setsuna’s attitude became very cold, his heart almost closed off.
But—Setsuna’s eye has recovered. Setsuna’s sadness, the culprit of his sadness, has been purified.
Setsuna sniffled and looked up.
His eyes were red and wet with tears.
Setsuna stared at Takuma and said in a nasal voice,
"I will definitely protect you. No matter what happens, I will protect you. I will even protect your left eye."
After saying that, she pressed her breast against Takuma.
"I will stay here forever."
"Huh!?"
Takuma, Izayoi, and Maika's voices overlapped.
The blissful chaos began .

Postscript

Actually, when I was writing this, I hadn't even decided on the title yet... Don't joke around! (laughs)
Long time no see, I'm Kagami.
This time, we were arguing about the deadline and the game deadline. But I still made a website to introduce H-manga and went to the newly opened Daimaru New Tokyo store. Some people said that I was too thick-skinned, but I'm just an optimistic person. Please choose for yourself~~~ (laughs)
This work is the first novel I wrote after my workplace was completely renovated. The most troublesome thing was the breast model for the new character. Who should I use? "It's this woman's breasts!" I decided based on this impression, but I couldn't write the H-scenes. In the end, I decided to use that person...
Next, "J-Cup Academy Ninja Scroll," is scheduled, and a new female character will appear in the next volume. Please enjoy "Brabusta-A" as well.
Well then, see you in volumes three and four.
Big Breasts~
Kagami Hiroyuki

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