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Chapter 1: Let’s Go Gambling!
Let me tell you all something: my high school is not normal. It wasn’t just that it was boring as hell to sit through lessons I already knew from my past life, or the fact that I’d been reincarnated into Japan, and thus the Japanese education system. Nor was it because the teacher who was watching over us absolutely didn’t give a shit about the delinquents who were equally disinterested in him. And it certainly wasn’t because the girls in my class were smoking hot bombshells either…actually, no, that was part of it.
Those delinquents were in fact part of the most important club in the school: the Exorcist club. Most weren’t supposed to know it existed, but it was basically an open secret. Pretty much every delinquent in Shirahae Municipal Academy was part of that club. What was their job, you might be wondering? Going out into the city and hunting youkai and monsters.
Most people might wonder, ‘what kinda Chuunibyou nonsense is that?’ Unfortunately, it is not nonsense in the slightest, those monsters were real. Very real. Honestly, their existence was another open secret; just about everyone knew, but no one discussed it openly.
The reason for this was that no one wanted to think about what went on in the dark alleys and filthy tunnels where the demons lurked. The things they did to innocents and unfortunate Exorcists alike.
Most unfortunately, it was something that was disturbingly common, and before long, I’d realized with intense horror where I’d ended up: the world of Fan no Hitori’s JK Taimabu.
Good news: it was a hentai. One practically overflowing with babes with some of the finest bodies I’d ever laid eyes on. Huge, ripe, firm breasts that practically begged to be groped and squeezed, plush and pillowy thighs that hid steely, trained muscles and round, firm buttocks barely hidden by tiny uniform skirts…the Exorcists were Hentai babes, one and all.
The bad news: This hentai was genuinely overflowing with some of the most vile fetishes I’d ever witnessed coming from the mind of a human. The things those monsters would do the moment they got the drop on these girls…rape and murder was just the beginning.
…The most aggravating part of it was that some of the less murdery parts had actually become kinda hot to me. Maybe that was why I’d been condemned to this hell-hole upon reincarnation, in which case: you know what, God? That’s fair. I can’t even lie, I’m not that mad.
But there was something else I knew, another terrible truth about this world, which the general public didn’t know, and it was that we, that is to say humanity, were all thoroughly screwed. Figuratively, and in the future probably literally.
The highest tiers of demons all sat at the very pinnacles of power, Elder Spirits whose existences humans couldn’t even touch, and more than willing to Thanos Snap us out of existence if we ever stepped out of line. Centuries ago, the leaders of men had begged for those godly beings to spare them, and the Spirits had agreed. The price? The Exorcists. They would be trained to put up a fight against the demons, and even be allowed to kill the weaker and dumber ones…but those in charge were to look the other way when they got dragged away into the dark and turned into food and onaholes…sometimes both. The Spirits themselves were guaranteed a regular stipend of sacrificial maidens; the best and brightest Exorcists raised like the finest meat for the slaughter.
…Slaughter aside, they really did have some damn fine meat though. Gah, damnit, this was not the time to be getting hard in class! Damn teenaged brain; this Aratane Gou was 100% a native to the hentai world, that was for damn sure.
Why was I so cavalier about this whole thing, even knowing that humanity had the deck more stacked against it than the Exorcists’ bods? Well, that was because I’d discovered, shortly after reincarnation, that I had been granted not one, but two cheat powers.
Now, having powers wasn’t actually that big a deal in this setting; a small percentage of males would acquire powers of their own when they encountered demons for the first time, provided the miasma didn’t cause their cells to break down and melt into slurry. Those powers tended to be typical hentai-related stuff, and were also fueled by rape. While I definitely had fucking these Exorcists on my to-do list, I had discovered after a bit of testing that these powers were not like that.
With a thought, a window opened in the air before my eyes, invisible to everyone else. While it would be easy to call my new powers a System, that was actually just a result of using one of my new powers.
To explain, my first power, known as Beat ‘em Up, allowed me to target any fictional character I could think of and teleport to them. Then, if I defeated them, I’d get all their powers, knowledge and skills. So far, I hadn’t used it, as most of the characters that jumped to mind were either way too strong for me to even think about beating in a fight, or were the kinds of people I would feel just awful about beating up. I was a greedy, power-hungry pervert who wanted to get in on a little of the debauchery that went on in this world, but I had at least some morals, damnit!
…That being said, the specifics of the power did not say that I absolutely had to beat my target in a fight. Merely that I had to ‘defeat’ them. If I was right, then even an arm wrestling contest would be enough to earn me their powers. And if that didn’t work, well there was also my other cheat: Plunderer.
Now THIS was something right up my alley! As long as I touched something, I could permanently acquire any of the innate qualities it had. That of course included being able to turn into a liquid by touching water, or even becoming a gas since I was always in contact with the air! Naturally, I’d gone on a copying spree the moment I’d realized just how busted this power was. My PC and smartphone in particular had netted me some choice abilities, including the ability to mentally keep track of everything I’d acquired, essentially giving myself a simple System.
[Plundered:
Glass: Contaminant Immunity
Metal: Enhanced Durability (Medium)
Water: Liquid Form, Inodorousness, Freezing, Vaporization.
Air: Gaseous Form (Oxygen, Nitrogen), Invisibility, Wind Speed
Ant: Proportional Strength, Pheromone Detection, Path Marking, Coordination, Carapace (Weak)
Japanese Hornet: Poison Sting, Flight, Carapace Toughness +
Dragonfly: High-Speed Flight, Precise Flight, Compound Eyes
Computer: Processing Speed, Computation Ability, Memory Retention and Retrieval, Data Download, Data Storage, Media Playing, Wifi, System Window
Smartphone: Communication, Timekeeping, GPS, Map, Hypnosis(?), Flashlight, Camera, Visual Perfect Memory, Audio Perfect Memory, Wifi+, Sound Projection
Monitor: Image Projection
Speaker: Sound Projection+, Volume Control
Fan: Air Manipulation (Weak)
Thermostat: Temperature Manipulation
Mask: Identity Occlusion, Disguise (Weak)
Tree: Electricity Resistance (Medium), Photosynthesis
Pencil: Writing and Erasing]
Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhh, that was the stuff~ At the moment, a bunch of the stuff I’d copied was mostly good for utility and defense, with only a little offensive capability…well, I could probably leverage more things into further strength. But obviously the liquid and gaseous forms would be a massive advantage… provided no one had Haki at least. Note to self, stick to pre-timeskip One Piece for a while.
The only weakness that came from Plundering was that, while I could definitely copy properties from living beings, which would inevitably include powers, I could not copy experience, knowledge or information. That would require using Beat ‘em Up.
So, step one would be a way to beef up my raw strength, and step two would be acquiring some actual skill. Step three: repeat steps one and two as needed, acquiring more power and hax until I could go full Campione on the Spirits. Step four, do that. Step five, establish myself as a harem king and indulge in hot, sweaty breeding monkey sex for the rest of time. Yep, overall a solid plan if I said so myself. 7 out of ten from IGN.
Now the real question was, where do I start? Who do I start with?
I glanced around, mostly just thinking, and my eyes happened to land on a girl that I swore was checking me out not so subtly…well, probably just sizing me up to see if I was worth picking a fight with or if I was about as wimpy as Homelander in versus battles. Damn, dick, down boy! Being looked at by a hot girl shouldn’t be enough to start getting hard!
Even if this girl WAS a rough n’ tumble-looking knockout, with dusky, golden brown skin, her brown hair cut short except for a long, whip-like lock tied at the very back. She wore a black version of the school uniform, with an especially short skirt that showed off her thick, toned thighs, and her hands were wrapped in tape. Azamino Mitsuki was something like the school idol, only since everyone was a delinquent, it was because she was a hell of a fighter. The fact that her miniskirt caused her to flash her panties every time she went for a kick also made her the school’s number one fap material, for both boys and girls.
She also, if I recalled correctly with newly enhanced memory, carried a particularly deep-seated grudge against all demons, since her older sister had been an Exorcist that had died at the hands of a particularly powerful one. Right in front of her too. Well, that’s what demons were like, so I couldn’t blame her even if I wanted to. I also remembered that she was tough as hell, using her spiritual power like a form of armor to balance offense and defense. Very cool for sure. Unfortunately, if I didn’t do anything, she would wind up being cursed with a seal that would turn that defense against her, turning her into an indestructible punching bag and fuckmeat for that very same powerful demon. An infuriatingly tragic outcome.
Yeah, now that I’m thinking about it, I need to help her first. Maybe kill a demon. Or three…thousand. And I think with my constant Plundering, I might be ready for that. Though, it was always good to have some insurance, which brought me back to my current quandary: who should I target with my Beat ‘em Up power first?
Hmmm…while a lot of my abilities were really good, they were a bit too straightforward. They all did their job right, especially the ant powers, but none of them could offer more than their descriptions.
Idly, I packed away my stuff as class let out for the day and I began making my way out of the school without really thinking about it. One thing’s for sure: if I was gonna beat anyone up, they were absolutely going to deserve it. Unfortunately, fiction had an extremely annoying habit of making the most punchable characters either uselessly weak, or way too strong for me, at least as I was now. But as long as I didn’t have to actually beat up my target, that opened things up a bit more.
Passing by a ramen stand, a series of motorcycles caught my eye, all lined up by the side of the road. Probably a local biker gang stopping by for some ramen.
Now that I was thinking about it, while I’d managed to snag some speed from a dead dragonfly, you could never have enough speed. Looking around to make sure nobody was watching (bikers did not like other people touching their bikes), I quickly reached out and lightly tapped the body of one motorcycle.
[Plundered! Motorcycle’s Speed.]
There we go, and the best part is I didn’t need to grow wheels to use it!
Now that I thought about it, I really could have just done the same thing with a parked car, couldn’t I? Hell, I still could. Would the speed of the two different vehicles stack? That’d be something, but I’d have to experiment later, or I’d keep getting sidetracked and never actually get around to using my other power.
So, to start off, what I wanted was a target who could further supplement what I got from Plunderer. Or maybe…something to give me more opportunities to Plunder. But how?
Beat ‘em Up would give me the opportunities to Plunder by taking me to worlds where, potentially, I could get ahold of materials that didn’t exist in this one. Magical materials, objects of power, super-technology, all that stuff. If I could just target someone to facilitate getting that consistently, that’d be great…
Wait a moment. There was something. It was probably not the most optimal target to go after, but the idea had struck me so suddenly that it wouldn’t leave my head. A target that would let me acquire all kinds of new things to Plunder, even after I returned from their world.
Though first, it was about time I headed home. Might as well take the scenic route and test out my new speed. Hopping in place for a moment, I broke into a sprint, shooting away like a rocket as I headed home. If I was a sprinter in the Olympics, I’m sure I would have broken several records by now. As I finally skidded to a stop in front of my house, I took stock of my condition, and couldn’t help but notice that I felt barely strain in my legs from running, and I’d been going nonstop for at least 5 minutes. That said good things about copying stuff from machines despite being organic; it wasn’t like a motorcycle would get tired after driving for a while, right?
Now with that taken care of, it was time to test out the Beat ‘Em Up Power. Heading inside and speeding up to my room, I closed the door, sat down, and opened my System Window. “Target…Light,” I said aloud. Immediately, the window showed me a list of possible candidates, letting me specify which ‘Light’ I was talking about. From there, it gave me a timeline, showing me what moments would be viable for me to go to him. As long as they weren’t already in the middle of battle, or otherwise in a helpless state, I could go to him. Taking a moment to comb through the timeline with my computer-enhanced processing, I selected a moment early on, causing the world to blur away and vanish into darkness.
A teenaged boy with black hair sat alone at a table in a tavern, hunched over a tankard of water, his brow furrowed in thought. His name was Light, a human Adventurer…though he could scarcely be called such at only Level 10. Still, for his age, and among humans in this world, one could charitably call it precocious, since they could only reach up to Level 100. The other races, such as the Elves, Centaurs, Beastkin and Dragonewts, had far higher maximum levels, and thus held way more power over the humans, putting them right at the bottom of the hierarchy between all the kingdoms.
And yet, despite being a regular human trying to make a living away from his village as an adventurer, despite being nothing special and having a useless Gift, he’d been approached by a party composed of all the other races. And they wanted him to join them, as a show of unity and equality among the races! The Concord of the Tribes…
He’d asked to think over their offer, but was currently kicking himself. Someone as weak as him definitely didn’t have what it took to tag along with such high-leveled people! They’d probably just move on and recruit someone else if he stayed indecisive for too long. It’d probably be for the best. But at the same time, if he was with them, the money he’d probably get from their dungeon diving would be enough to fund his younger siblings’ education…
“Hey there.”
“Ah?” The boy started, looking up as someone addressed him. A young man stood over him, a human man, with blond hair slicked back and a thin mustache on his upper lip. “Um…c-can I help you?” he asked, already bemoaning his luck.
The man indicated the chair next to him. “May I sit here?”
Light blinked. “Oh. I guess so?” Maybe this guy wasn’t a bad person after all…
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Ah, right. I’ve always been told I have a disagreeable face. My bad. Name’s Gou.”
“L-Light,” said the boy, introducing himself, still somewhat cautious, but beginning to relax.
“Good to meet ya. Say, does this place have anything good to eat? Ah, actually, I don’t have any money on me, so nevermind.”
“Coming to a tavern without any money seems kinda pointless,” Light commented, wondering if this guy was all there, “Why come here?”
Gou nodded decisively. “Mm. Might as well get into it. I’m here to challenge you, Light.”
Ah, of course it was something like that. Light sighed. “If it’s about that spot in the Concord of the Tribes, you’d be better off appealing to them. I mean, I don’t doubt that you’d probably be better than me, but-”
“No, not that,” Gou interrupted him. He planted an elbow on the table. “I’m challengin’ you. Armwrestle me.”
Light stared at Gou for a long moment. “...Huh?” he asked cluelessly, “Armwrestling? Is…is that it?”
“Yes. Well, hopefully that’s it. We don’t really have cards or a chess set on hand, and I honestly would rather not fight you.”
“Th-that’s nice to hear, but I’m still confused! Why do you want to challenge me?!” he protested, flustered.
“Hmm…” Gou’s eyes narrowed. “Simply put, if I defeat you, I get a copy of your Gift.”
Light had been expecting to not receive an answer at all. The one he got, however, was surprising for multiple reasons. “Eh? Eh?? Is that your gift? Wait, what do you want with mine? It’s useless!”
Indeed, his ‘Infinite Gacha’ was good only for dispensing cards that contained random, regular objects like herbal medicine, bandages, the occasional knife, or an empty journal. Something that was handy on occasion, but so random that it was completely unreliable.
However, Gou shook his head, smirking. “No, it isn’t. Accept my challenge, and win or lose, I’ll tell you about it. Ah, and please don’t half-ass it. The win needs to be legitimate.”
“I really don’t get it…” sighed Light, “You’re pretty strange, Gou-san…but a bit nicer than I expected.” But then he nodded. “Okay, I’ll accept your challenge…I guess.”
His smile widened. “Glad to hear it. I’d feel bad if I had to fight a guy like you when you’re like this.” Then he lifted his head. “Judgeman. Preside.”
Before Light could ask what his words meant, a black, shadowy mass swirled about in the air above them, forming into a strange, shapeless…something. A serene white face floated in the middle of it, its eyes sewn shut, while two brass dishes of a scale hung from either side. In a word, it was creepy. There was no reaction from the other patrons of the tavern, so it seemed that only the two of them could see it.
“Don’t worry about it,” Gou told him before he could ask what the hell it was, “It’s just here to impartially judge our contest.”
Light took another nervous glance at the apparition, gulping, before looking back at him and setting his elbow cautiously on the table, clasping his opponent’s hand. “If you’re sure…”
They sat there, staring at each other in silence for a moment. Then, the ‘Judgeman’ spoke, its voice high and soft. “Begin.”
At the signal, I was immediately met with some tough resistance, actually catching me off guard. Light was actually putting up a fight. I probably should have expected this: higher Levels in this world weren’t exactly a joke, and technically speaking, my level was almost certainly lower than his. Honestly speaking, even doing this much would have been impossible for me.
…If I didn’t have Ant Strength, of course. Fun fact: Ants could lift between 10 to 50 times their body weight. The only exception to this was the Asian Weaver, which could lift up to 100 times its bodyweight. While I unfortunately couldn’t get my hands on an Asian Weaver, I think settling for this was a fine compromise.
“Hoo!” I grunted, just stopping my hand from slamming into the tabletop. “Okay, I’ll admit, I underestimated you a little bit. My bad, Light-san!” My muscles flexed as I began to push back as hard as I could, steadily bending his arm back the other way. “Time to get serious!”
The resistance from earlier was now mostly gone, despite the best efforts of Light to keep the match alive. However, struggling as he might, there was nothing he could do from stopping the comeback until his arm hit the tabletop. “Oof! That was pretty tough, Gou-san!” he commented, even as he rubbed his wrist.
“That should be my line,” I said dryly, looking up at Judgeman.
After another moment of silence, it voiced its verdict. “Victory to the Challenger: Legitimate,” it declared, still in that smooth, serene voice.
“Success!” I cheered, throwing my hands up, “So, armwrestling really is a legit way to do it! Ahh, that’s a relief; if you put up enough of a fight like this, actually having to beat you would be way more of a pain. I’m glad it didn’t come to that, though.”
[Victory! Target ability acquired: Infinite Gacha! Basic Swordsmanship! Level set to 15!]
“Um…that’s great and all, but it feels like such a waste to do all this for such a weak power,” Light opined.
That reminded me. “Ah, that’s right. Win or lose, I promised to tell you why that ain’t true.” I leaned forward, beckoning for the teen to lean in as well so I could tell him quietly. “Your Gacha might give random stuff, but it works by sucking mana out of the air. The more mana you give it to work with, the higher the rarity and power becomes. With luck, you’ll be getting stuff that’ll make you the envy of that party of yours.”
Light stared at me in surprise, but still looked unsure. “Where would I even find a place like that?”
“Deep inside of Dungeons,” I told him, “The closer to the core, the better.”
“A Dungeon Core?!” Light looked shocked and dismayed, “That’s way too dangerous for a human like me!”
“Yeah, but you’ll be traveling with a party of the strongest people around to protect ya,” I pointed out, smirking, “Try pulling some cards inside a Dungeon, see what happens. Ah, but…” Here I paused. How much about the Concord of Tribes’ true nature should I reveal to him? They might be on the lookout for him acting oddly if I told him too much… “Maybe don’t be too quick to show off any REALLY good cards,” I said slowly, “They might try and convince you to give them to ‘em or something. ‘You’re low leveled, so you don’t need something like this,’ that kinda stuff. Not that that’ll apply. Anything your power rolls, you can use.” I paused again, gritting my teeth. “And hey, about that party…”
“So you want to join after all?” he asked me, looking slightly hopeful.
“Nah, not in the slightest,” I grunted; like hell I wanted anything to do with those evil folks. Ah, here was something I could say. “Who knows? You might have some good times with them. Just keep something in mind, yeah?”
Light blinked at my serious tone. “Um…sure, what?”
“When those times come to an end, I just want you to remember. The things that you felt at those times…those feelings in your heart, at the very least, were real.” Maybe a bit corny, and definitely vague as hell. Maybe my words wouldn’t help in the slightest, but I wanted to try and curb at least a little bit of the dark rage that would consume Light in the future.
It was clear that Light didn’t really understand what I was saying, so I just sighed. “Well, call it wanting to look out for a fellow human, as well as thanks for indulging in my own greed.” I stood up. “We probably won’t meet again, but it was nice to meet you. So long, Light-san.” Thus, I triggered my power’s return ability, and the world blurred away again.
“Dang it, one more time!”
Yeah, so as you could see, I was having my own problems with the Infinite Gacha. As expected, I could definitely summon the thing, manifesting an orb surrounded by four floating spikes of crystal, and by pressing a convenient and satisfying button on my mental interface, I could cause it to generate a stiff, metallic card, as many times as I wanted. Really, it was more of a Clicker game than a Gacha, almost. The card would bear an image, name and minor description of whatever was in it. Snapping the card would cause it to appear.
Unfortunately, the atmosphere in my room was definitely not like a Dungeon, so all I got were N (Normal) ranked cards, mundane items whose uses were niche, along with E (Error) rank, which was actual trash. Although…
[Plundered!
Energy Drink: Stamina Enhancement.
Bandages: Wound Compression, Binding.
Brick: Toughness+, Texture
Lubricant: Low Friction.
Lotion: Skin Refreshing.
Asperin: Minor Pain Relief.
Vibrator: Vibration.
Condom: Contraception.]
Was it just me, or were some of these leaning towards a more horny inclination? Well, the Gacha was apparently influenced by my subconscious, and I was pretty damn horny. Still, couldn’t I get something more useful? And horny?
“Hmm?” Looks like my wish had been somewhat granted as I gave the Gacha another go. Still N rank, but at least a wooden sword would qualify as a weapon, even if there was nothing I could Plunder from it at this point. Then again…maybe there was something I could do with it.
Stowing the sword in a bag, I headed downstairs to the kitchen. Both my mom and sister were watching TV, so they didn’t pay me any mind. It took a little rooting around in a drawer, but I quickly found what I was looking for: a knife sharpener.
[Plundered!
Knife Sharpener: Sharpening.]
Score! Yeah, that’ll make this thing more of a weapon. After that, I exited my house, making an excuse that I was gonna take a walk as I left through the front door. Hah…okay, time to finally find some demons and save these girls from bad endings that’d make Taimanin grimace. Let’s do this!
Hmm…first, where would I find them? It wasn’t like demons advertised themselves openly, with a ‘Hey! I’m right here! Kill me!’ sign. The ones who were probably that stupid most likely got killed off a long time ago. But, it’d make sense to find them in places that people wouldn’t go to willingly. The sewers were a likely bet.
Ugh, I’m definitely gonna need a shower if I go down there. Maybe I should plunder it or a car wash at some point. Or a filter, so that I could turn into water and separate all the filth from myself.
Wait a minute, I had soap right in front of me.
[Plundered!
Soap: Cleansing (Physical)]
Hopefully that’ll work as intended. Alright, back to the demons…
“Oi.” I turned to find Azamino Mitsuki standing right behind me. Huh? Had she been tailing me or something? Surprisingly stealthy for such a wild gal like her.
“Oh, Azamino. Whadya want?” I greeted her casually.
“What do I want? I’ll tell ya,” she replied rather gruffly, “What’s up with you?”
“Huh?”
“Don’t play dumb, dumbass,” she scoffed. “Somethin’ about ya’s always been weird, but I never really gave it any thought. Lately, my instincts have been tellin’ me somethin’ ain’t quite right about ya, but I didn’t know what it was.”
Aha…this kinda felt like a James Doakes and Dexter scenario. Though, I for sure wasn’t a murderer. Didn’t really plan to be one either; demons weren’t people, after all. Well, I might have some exceptions as far as my Targets of Beat ‘Em Up were concerned, but it evened out with how evil they would be. “Alright. And what’re those instincts telling you now? Especially if you’ve stalked me to my house. Ah. Are you trying to suss out if I’m boyfriend material for you??”
“H-Huh?!” Azamino startled, blushing. “What? No! Who’d want an ugly dipshit like you?!”
Ouch. Meh, this is a hentai universe, ugly bastards got a buff anyway. “Well, what is it then? Husband material?”
“H-How’d we move up a step?!” gaped the delinquent, before shaking her head. “No, you just seem stronger than you look. And I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing yet…”
Well, I had Plundered quite a few things, so I guess this was a compliment. “If you’re not sure, what’s the problem?” I asked.
“It’s a problem because I ain’t!” she retorted, clearly frustrated, “Have you encountered any demons recently? I know that guys can get powers if they survive meeting ‘em. Is that what happened?”
Huh. Now that she mentioned it, that was a thing in this setting. I hadn’t even met a demon yet, and I already had these powers. Did that mean I was due for another power if I became exposed to their miasma? Wait…was it a guarantee that that’d happen, or would I just melt down and die like a bitch? Man that would seriously suck…I had to wonder if my enhanced resilience would play any role in that.
“Look, I swear on my hot and sexy mother: I am not associated with demons. I’m just, what you call, built different.”
Judging by the expression on her face, I probably could have left the part about my mother out. I was telling the truth though. “Oh, so you’re telling me you magically got powers on your own then?”
I stroked my chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, hmm. Yeah, that’s about it.”
“Bullshit!” she barked immediately, glaring at me.
“It’s not,” was my response. I could be an oddball, but I was certainly no liar.
“Yeah right, ya liar! There’s no way-!” Suddenly, Azamino fell silent, her eyes locking onto something behind me. Naturally, I turned to look as well, and caught sight of a small, scrawny shape slipping down a side street. Wait, was that really…? “A Kappa,” she growled, wrath igniting in her eyes. Damn if it didn’t make her look extra feisty and kissable. “You! Stay where you are while I go deal with it!”
Before I could say anything in response, she took off in a blur, racing down the street in pursuit of the apparent Kappa.
I was left standing there, scratching my head. “Well. That happened.” A kappa out in the middle of nowhere? Must be one dumb Kappa.
Wait. A Kappa would never be out all by itself. They were much like goblins (which also existed in this universe) in that they congregated in packs. “Shit. That one’s probably leading her into an ambush!”
Do I go after her? Even with my cheat powers, there was still a high likelihood that I might die from getting up close with one of those freaky creatures. That’s just the way the cookie crumbled in this world; you either melted into a puddle, or lived long enough to probably become a rapist.
…Naw, fuck that shit, we ball!
I headed in the direction Azamino had gone, my legs moving as fast as they would carry. Which to be fair was a lot, considering my motorcycle speed, and was probably about the minimum I needed to keep up with, well, everything in this universe. I zoomed down the alleyway, straining my ears to catch wind of Azamino’s yelling. She might be tough, but that didn’t mean much when going up against a bunch of dickheads who could pull your soul out through your ass.
Not to mention the bad ends those fuckers could cause…
“You fuckers thought you could trick me?!”
Mitsuki raged, her spiritual energy roaring around her body, condensing like armor as she punched and kicked with wild abandon. As expected, that one speedy fucker had led her right back to its nest, where about two dozen of the nasty things waited, leering at her with blank, yellow eyes. She’d also noticed the many bodies that had been scattered across their lair, all with vacant, drooling mouths, glassy eyes and leaking sperm from their holes, which just fueled her anger even further. They all needed to die!
And thus, she began punting and smashing the little shits as they swarmed her, grabbing them and swinging them around to smash their friends away as well. Touching their clammy skin made her skin crawl, but even worse was the fact that they were all totally naked and fully erect while fighting her! Though, that was something she was used to by now as an Exorcist.
As her fists laid into them, she couldn’t help but feel a small rush of glee pour through her! Alright, she was winning! These guys hadn’t even laid a hit on her. One did grab her arm, but she had bashed that monster’s head in, smashing the plate atop its skull. She had this! She was gonna-
“M-Mmm~!” Mitsuki moaned, rather loudly, before clamping a hand to her mouth in surprise. Wh-What was that? What was this sudden, overwhelming throbbing between her legs? She liked killing demons, but not that much. Did that demon do something to her? Shit, she needed to kill these things fast! Her womb…something was wrong with her womb, her spiritual power generation was faltering. It wasn’t as drastic as if one of these bastards had actually stuck their filthy, hard cocks inside her, b-but she could still fight!
Damn it, why was that on her mind right now? She needed to focus! She just needed to-
“Ooof!” While distracted, one of those fuckers had knocked her off balance, making her fall to one knee. Breathing heavily as she was fighting two different kinds of opponents now, she lashed out some more, but her muscles trembled, growing weaker, all of her strength flowing into her belly. Mitsuki let out an embarrassingly high pitched squeal of shock when she felt a set of clammy, clawed hands grabbing at her panties, ripping them away to expose her ass. “H-Hey! What’re you- n-no! Don’t you dare!” she yelled, struggling to pull away, only for more scrawny, yet surprisingly wiry arms to grab hers and hold her in place, while slimy fingers began to slide into her asshole…
“Oh no you don’t!”
A loud *CRACK!* split the air as a wooden sword smashed into the Kappa’s head, knocking it off balance and sending it toppling over. It thrashed and writhed, gurgling as water spilled out of the plate on its skull, its body withering away.
The other Kappas froze for a moment, staring in confusion at the man who now stood in their midst. Holding up the wooden blade, he ran his fingers along the edge, producing a scraping sound as he somehow sharpened it. “Waiting for an invitation?” he asked, sneering at the demons, “Here ya go!”
Faster than any of them could react, the blade swung down, cleaving through another Kappa and letting it topple to the ground in two gory halves, by which time he’d already hacked and slashed through two more.
I cut it a bit close, but whew, made it just in time! It looked like they’d managed to dose Azamino with some kind of aphrodisiac, because of course, but they hadn’t managed to yank her shirikodama out. Good thing too, because having to shove it back in would probably not be fun. Or it’d be fun in a really awkward way.
Well, either way, now I was finally putting my newly acquired abilities to the test, swinging my sharpened blade with the basic skill I’d acquired from Light- a bit of an unexpected boon, I had to admit. Sure, the style of sword was different, but it was more than sufficient to hack through these weak-ass beak-mouthed ugly motherfuckers. They weren’t even wearing any armor, just letting their dicks swing in the wind! Well, not a whole lot of swinging given that they were rock hard, but it wasn’t even distracting enough to put me at a disadvantage.
What was, however, was the burning sensation slowly spreading from my extremities. As expected, exposing myself to the demons’ miasma was already starting to affect me, given how many of them there were and blood and guts of the ones I’d already cut down steaming into the air. The burning spread, rapidly, fire and lightning lighting up my veins and bones, and my hands shook as they clenched around the wood blade. Yeah…it seemed that while my enhanced resilience was serving me well, it couldn’t stop the miasma from affecting me altogether.
Plundering some miasma resistance would have been nice, but that wasn’t exactly something I could just find in great supply. “Hey, fuckers! Let’s see who dies first! I’m aiming to take you all down before I turn to soup, so prepare your asses!”
Even as the burning continued, I was able to lay some mean strikes on two more Kappas, whacking them square on their chins with my blade as they hit the deck. Ah shit, the sharpening wore off. No time to reapply it. Well, a stick is a stick, so might as well keep hitting.
“Kreeeh!” I heard one squeal as it swiped at my sword with its disgusting hand. Since the sharpening effect wore off, it shouldn’t have been a surprise when my trusty wooden sword broke into two pieces, one falling to the ground. Nooooo, my favorite/only weapon!
I gave him an extra-hard smack for his trouble with the remaining half, sending him sailing into his fellows and knocking them over. While they desperately tried to prevent their plates from spilling, I took a step forward, only to stumble as my knees weakened. Shit…was this it? Was the corruption too much?
…Wait a minute, my body wasn’t turning into soup. I still felt like I was on fire, and actually my dick was harder than it’d ever been in my life, but I didn’t feel like I was painfully melting away into a man-slushy.
Instead, I could feel something about me being slightly…reshaped. A well formed inside me, into which poured all my negative emotions. My fear of death that I’d been putting on a brave face to hide. My general disgust at the Kappas and what they’d almost done to Azamino, not to mention the many, many bodies of poor, unfortunate women scattered around the warehouse. And, heaviest of all…the guilt at wanting to indulge, just a little bit, in the lustful shenanigans that this fucked up world had to offer.
I didn’t consider myself the best person; I wanted to grow as strong as possible and challenge the Spirits that sat at the top of the totem pole, not out of some desire to be humanity’s champion, but because I didn’t want them smacking me down for messing with them. I wanted to fuck these Exorcist bitches myself in place of these demons- the only difference was that I wouldn’t turn their bodies and souls into onaholes, and fucking their brains out would only remain figurative in my case.
Did that, in fact, make me better than the demons? Well, as I drew upon the dark emotions swirling in that well inside me, burning them to grant me new power, I decided that good or bad, there was no going back.
I tossed aside my broken sword. “You shouldn’t have done that,” I told the Kappas, a smirk tugging at my lip as I cracked my knuckles. “Now I’m gonna have to get my hands dirty.”
Plates of black carapace emerged from my skin, covering my arms up to the shoulder. I stomped the ground, launching myself towards the Demons, and hurled a punch into one’s face. My fist struck with the force of a cannonball, completely exploding its skull with a crunching *BANG!* Its fellows behind it recoiled as they were splattered with blood and brains.
“One down.”
That sure caught them off guard. Sorry, ya monsters. The rules were going to be changing starting tonight. Either deal with it or…nah, y’all were gonna die either way, why was I even bothering to entertain that. All eight of you.
Taking the opportunity while they were stun locked, I made a beeline for another, smashing into the monster’s head as I broke the plate in one fell swoop, its skull shattering like glass. The fragments of bone and brain hadn’t even hit the ground before I punched another one hard enough to send it flying, its chest caved in, and it smashed into the back wall hard enough to dent it.
For the first time in their natural existence, fear crept into the demons as they took a nervous step back. It was refreshing, considering how often these guys got to get away usually with doing whatever they wanted to the exorcists. However, I’m gonna need you guys to stay here. I won’t bite, look, I even brought sandwiches for you all.
As they tried to make a break for it, like a mountain lion, I pounced, leaping toward them, landing on one of them before turning their heads into a puddle of finely ground pulp. This was kinda boring, always destroying their heads or their chest. Unfortunately, since they were naked, I couldn’t replicate that Cooler and Vegeta moment from Dragon Ball Z Abridged. Not touching those things.
Oh, there was only one left now, squirming on the ground. I’d been so focused on that little detail I hadn’t noticed almost the entire hive of monsters was dead now. Awesome! All that was left was to finish the job.
That last remaining Kappa was desperately trying to crawl away, finding any way to survive. Not today! Hmm, now that I think about this, my ant-strength punches should be given a name before I kill this thing, but what? Ah, I got it!
I hovered over the crawling monster, walking with him the whole time, before his head finally became the most disgusting bowl of soup that’d ever exist…until the next demon that is. “...Soldier Punch.” Nailed it!
“Wh-Wha…?” I heard a soft murmur from Azamino as she surveyed the aftermath of my slaughter. As expected, she had to be shocked that a non Exorcist like me had killed all those Kappa without becoming Campbell’s brand soup. “How the fuck…hnnn, w-what the hell are you…?” Despite her shock, however, I couldn’t help but notice that her hand was buried between her legs, furiously pumping two fingers in and out of her dripping snatch, completely exposed since her panties had been torn away.
As much as I wanted to keep bearing witness to this erotic display, and believe me, I wanted to, I should go help her and make sure she’s alright. As I did so, my eyes took notice of a fallen Kappa that looked quite different from the others. A mutation of some sort? I didn’t remember killing it, so Azamino must have gotten to it first.
Hmm, I have an idea…on my way towards her, I bent down to touch the corpse. Ugh, cold. Yep, dead bodies are not fun to touch. But…
[Plundered!
Kappa Mutant: Arm Length Connection, Aphrodisiac Fluid, Increased Sexual Stamina.]
There we go. That also explains how they got her so helpless.
That done with, I went over to check on her, and she was still shlicking herself, panting like a bitch in heat, her dark-skinned face flushed pink as she glared up at me. “W-Well!? You just gonna stand there gawking at me all day or ya gonna help me?”
I wanted to let out a sarcastic retort of my own, but for some reason, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her myself. Her toned thighs looked extra thick and plump as she knelt on the ground in front of me, her black school uniform hugging her heaving breasts, the top button undone to show me a tantalizing slice of sweaty bronze cleavage. Maybe it was a side effect from the miasma, but I was hard as a rock, and I could see her struggling to keep her eyes on my face and not stare at the tent in my pants. “And what kinda help do you think you need, Azamino?” I asked, trying not to sound sleazy as hell and probably failing.
“The fuck do you think…Mmmmm~!” She hunched over, trembling as she bit her lip, but I could hear the spray of pussy juices splashing against the filthy floor. “F-Fuck…j-just help me get home! I-I’ll think about what comes next after!”
“Where do you live?” I asked, kneeling down to her level as I took a closer look at the ‘show’ being put on in front of me.
“I’ll p-point it out! N-Now hurry the fuck up!”
“Alright, then get up.”
There was a pause, and her red face flushed further. “My…my legs are too…” she trailed off, mumbling indistinctly, though I got the gist of it.
“Uh huh, feeling too weak in the knees. Right, fine.” Grunting, I turned around and knelt, letting her shakily put her arms around my neck before standing up, lifting her. She gave a gasp when I grabbed her thighs to steady her on my back. “There. You good?”
“W-What’s good about this?! Where do you think those hands of yours are?!” she demanded angrily in my ear, “Eek~!”
She gave an adorable squeak when I squeezed those warm thighs of hers, feeling her heated, sopping wet pussy against my lower back. “I think they’re keeping you from falling off. Keep complaining and I might just have to reach back there and spank ya.”
“F-Fuck you! Y-You think just ‘cause you saved me and have a big cock-!” She quickly shut her mouth, but I smirked at her words.
“Huh? Would you like to say that again? I didn’t get that.”
She growled, but it came across more as a whine, even as I headed for the exit. I spared a glance at the discarded, forgotten bodies of the Kappa’s many victims and grimaced. As things were now, I wouldn’t be able to do anything for them. I definitely had plans to come back here and give these people at least a proper burial though.
“Alright passengers. Hold on tight, and enjoy the ride! One trip home here we come!”
“If you’re gonna be this corny I’ll fucking walk, weak legs or not!”
You know, out of the runs I’d ever had in my life, which admittedly hadn’t been that many, I could say this one probably felt the best. Not really for activity reasons, but the longer I stayed with this girl, the more the Miasma was affecting me…yeah, definitely the miasma, and not just me being horny on main. It didn’t help that her juicy tits were pressing into my back as she held on to me. Now that was proper safety!
“Th-There! That’s my stop!” she pointed over to the house coming up. I nodded and slowed down as we reached the front of Azamino’s house. Have to say…about what I expected. Just a normal house, nothing out of place. Though, from what I had gathered, it seemed pretty empty at the moment. “Your folks aren’t gonna worry about you coming home with a guy?” I asked her.
“No,” she muttered, sullenness undercut by the horny shivering wracking her body, her body heat soaking into my back, “They’re always out.”
Neglectful parents, huh? Makes sense, given that you wound up at the school for hoodlums. Not that I can judge, even if I wanted to. I at least had enough sense not to say any of that shit out loud. Of course, I also knew about what had happened to her sister, but since it didn’t come up, I remained silent.
“Y-You can let me down now, ya know.” She said, trying to change the conversation.
“Sure, sure. Just say the magic words.”
“Ugh, fine ya big dicked corn ball-Damn it!”
“I was actually looking for applesauce, but I’ll take the compliment.” I cheekily replied back as I let her down. “Could be improved by not lacing it in with an insult, but the sentiment is nice!”
She seethed as she limped towards the front door, only to stop. “You…you should come in too,” she muttered.
“Huh?”
“You’re all dirty an’ covered in blood n’ guts. You got family waiting at home, right? Even though you came chasing after me. If they see ya like that, they’re gonna think you’re a serial killer or somethin’. S-So you’d…better come in and…and wash off.”
Well, I couldn’t find any fault in that logic. Last thing I needed was to explain what I did to my mom and sister. “Sure, I’ll be right there. Not every day a girl invites me into her house.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet.”
I snorted, even as I began following behind her. “You’re welcome, by the way, for saving you.”
Azamino stiffened as I stood beside her, looking away, probably so I couldn’t see how red she was. “Screw you. I didn’t ask you to save me…”
“You didn’t need to, I’d have done it anyway. Who’d let a girl stand by and get violated by demons in a way that’d make the Black Dogs tell them to chill out?”
As she took in my words, she rubbed her arm. “F-Fine. Then…” Her words were now nothing but a low whisper, pretty hard to make out.
“Sorry, what’d you say?” I asked.
“Just get in and wash off!”
“Hahhhhhhh…” Had to admit, a shower was pretty damn great after a night of fighting disgusting demons. Wouldn’t have been surprised if I had smelled bad too. Might wanna use extra soap in that case…oh wait, I copied the cleansing properties of soap earlier, that might help.
I was focused on cleaning myself, so I hadn’t been paying that much attention to my surroundings. Which is probably why I had been caught off guard when I felt two arms wrap around my waist. I did recognize them, because they’d been wrapped around me earlier when I had taken her home. “Azamino?”
“D-Don’t talk so much! It makes this harder than it has to be.” I heard her, as I felt her head rest on me. More importantly, I could feel two bare, round, firm mounds pressed onto my back. I wonder if she knew that really got a guy going…
I couldn’t help but let out a grin, glancing over my shoulder at her as the urge to tease her rose once again. “Whatever could you mean?”
I heard her growl, rather cutely if I may add, which only made me want to laugh. “Are you always like this?!”
“Nah, not usually. I guess you just bring that out in me, Azamino~”
“O-Oh…” I could just feel her blush at that. “W-Well, that’s okay I guess. Never really had someone tell me that…”
“Really?”
“N-No…I don’t have a lotta friends. Never been with a boy either. I’ve just been too focused on gettin’ revenge.”
I hummed, even as I felt her surprisingly slender hands slide around to trace my abs. “Revenge, huh. For your sister?”
She paused. “How d’you know about that?”
“There’s an explanation, but it’s complicated and a pain in the ass to do fully.”
“Ugh!” I felt her lean into me more as she let out some frustration. “I hate it when shit gets complicated. Why’d I have to get stuck with you?”
“My winning personality?"
“...Shut the fuck up.”
“Make me.”
Expecting a comeback of some sort, I was surprised that she turned me around to face her, momentarily meeting her hunger filled eyes, before she dropped to her knees on the shower floor. Her actions had already awoken my lower half, which was standing at attention as she just stared at, clearly unsure of what to do next.
“Here, let me help ya out there.” I grabbed onto the back of her head, pulling her towards me, her mouth opening automatically to engulf the tip of my dick. Almost immediately I let out a groan of pleasure as her lips wrapped around me, giving me a pleasure I had never experienced before. I grasped the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her short hair, shoving her down even further.
“Ghh…Ghluhgh…!” Despite gagging and choking, Azamino made no attempt to shove me away, only bracing her hands against my thighs as I began fucking her face. As I continued to thrust myself down her throat, I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride from getting to fuck an absolute babe like this. Or maybe that was the miasma from earlier talking, considering how hot and bothered I’d been after that fight. Whatever it was, I didn’t want this to stop.
Fuck did her mouth feel great though, hot and wet, the suction she was already applying feeling like silk against my throbbing shaft. The glare she gave me, even as her lips stretched lewdly and her tongue swirled around me, only made things even hotter, combined with how she reached down with one hand to start shlicking herself, legs spread.
“Heh…looks like I ended up shutting you up,” I grunted as I continued to reward her lewd efforts with my own, thrusting my hips. My hand ended up grabbing her thin ponytail, using it as a handhold to fuck her face more easily. “So feisty, but you’re sucking me off without any complaints at all.”
Her glowering only intensified, though her eyes widened when I yanked her down sharply, spearing even more of my cock down her gullet and eliciting even more choked glucking. That only enticed her more, fingering herself faster as I continued to fuck her throat, muffled whimpers vibrating against my cock. Her eyes fluttered, rolling back slightly when her nose pressed against my groin, my shaft completely sheathed inside her mouth.
Soon enough, however, I reached my limit- this was my first time getting my dick sucked, after all. This only spurred me to up the tempo, my hips thrusting as I was consumed by the desire to shoot my cum down this horny Exorcist’s gullet. I could tell she sensed I was close too, her fingers moving quicker than before, and I could feel her relax a little more as she braced for my eruption.
And erupt I did, holding her close as I let out a deep groan of bliss, balls clenching as I began pumping out more cum than I’d ever let out in my life, spurting hard and long down Azamino’s gulping, spasming throat. That definitely did it for her, as she came undone as well, her juices spraying on the wet shower floor and around my feet with a whimpering moan of her own. As my orgasm finally died, I slowly dragged my dick from her mouth, giving one last spurt across one of her cheeks.
Now freed from sucking me off, the dark-skinned girl breathed heavily, still glaring at me, but it was hard to take it seriously with those rosy (and cum-splattered) cheeks of hers. “D-Damn it! Ya coulda warned me! Why the fuck do you have a dick that big?!” she demanded, “And do all guys cum that much? Felt like I was swallowing a ton of goo!”
I couldn’t help but smirk at her words. “Well first, I was born with it. Call it a blessing, I guess. And second, not all of them can cum that much, no.” Frankly, even I was surprised that I could cum that much and that thick. Was that an effect of the miasma and my new power? Nice.
“Fuck my luck…” She muttered, even as her own legs quivered at my words.
“Did you say ‘Fuck my Pussy?’”
Before she could retort, I pulled her to her feet, then shoved her against the wall, grabbing and lifting her toned leg. “Say, you’re pretty flexible,” I noted as I lifted it into a near perfect split, hooking her leg over my shoulder, “Guess you do a lotta high-kicks. You realize that everyone can see your panties when you do that, right?”
“P-Pervert! Wait, that doesn’t work on you. Damn it!” She put on a confident look, even as I had her pinned to the wall. “Ha, well if you‘re so desperate for it, do what ya gotta do. Unless you’re all tAAAAAAHHN~!” Her taunting was cut off with a moan as my hard cock plunged directly into her tight pussy, which clamped down, quivering, as I began thrusting my hips.
“Sorry, I don’t know what ‘tahnnnnn’ means? Care to clarify?” I asked, grunting as loud, rhythmic slapping sounds filled the shower.
“Hnnngh, fuuuuck!” squealed Azamino, her eyes crossing as her taut belly actually bulged out where my dick impaled her, “Th-This aphrodisiac…it’s some strong stuff, if it’s got your bastard dick feeling this gooood~!”
“Guess I’ll go ahead and make the most of it while it lasts, then!” was my response, making her shiver as I growled in her ear, “Maybe I’ll just fuck your tight Exorcist cunt until you can’t go a day without wanting my dick in your holes.”
She whimpered. “W-Wait, hold on! You’d better not cum inside me, asshole! It, it messes with my spiritual power!”
“Ah, I guess I should find a way to fix that, then,” I acknowledged, grimacing, “Contraception is easy enough though.”
“What, you gonna get a fucking vasectomy?!”
“No, but I did copy a condom.”
“H-Huh…?!” A jolt and shudder ran through her body, making her eyes hazy and unfocused, further scrambling her brains as she tried and failed to understand my answer. “The-FUCCCCCCCK~!”
“Don’t worry, I'll give ya all the details later.” I groaned, hastening my thrusts as I fucked her harder, feeling my own limit beginning to approach. I could feel her nails scratch along my back while she wailed in my ear. “Let’s see how many times I can make you cum your brains out until you’re begging to be my bitch, Azamino!”
“Ahn~! F-Fuckin’ make me, ya pervert!” She moaned, holding on for dear life, biting her lip, even as her eyes fluttered and crossed. “You…you won’t m-make me cummmm even once~!”
I snorted. “Liar. I know you’ve already cum.”
“Y-You can’t prove- EEK!”
Azamino let out an adorable squeal as I bit her neck, sucking at the side and sinking my teeth in slightly, causing her cunt to clamp down even tighter, juices gushing all over my thrusting dick and hips.
“Whadya call that then, slut?” I asked challengingly, licking at her throat.
“Y-Y-You…!”
“There’s more where that came from! Take this!”
I began REALLY hammering into her, holding her up by her leg as I pistoned in and out of her slippery, formerly virgin fucktunnel. Jamming my cock into the depths of her cavern, until I could feel it at the entrance, no, inside her womb. With this surge of masculine pride, I could feel a desire calling to me to fill her up every single ounce of my seed…but, of course, the more logical side of me knew I had to take some precautions. At least for the first time.
“F-Fuuuuuuck~!” wailed the tanned tomboy, clinging to me desperately as my balls slapped against her thigh and her bubble butt clapped and jiggled against my hips. It seemed that her tough girl attitude really was fragile, as she’d been reduced to squealing like a pig, tongue flopping out as I fucked her relentlessly. “Okay! You win! You win! I’b ghummingggg~! I’ve been cumming the whole time! Your dick is just too big, hard and reaching all the right spots! I can feel my body becoming yoursssss!” she yowled like a cat in heat, losing the ‘tsun’ and becoming more ‘dere.’
I let her leg fall, instead choosing to keep her up by pressing her even more firmly against the wall. She let out a strangled gasp as I thrust my hips, actually lifting her up slightly by my dick. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I growled in her ear, “Your reward for surrendering is a creampie. Enjoy, bitch.”
“W-Wait…!”
But there was no waiting any longer. My stamina finally boiled over, and my balls began clenching, pumping a long, thick load directly into the Exorcist’s hot, quivering womb.
“OHHHHHHHH~!” Her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out lewdly, going limp as I jizzed into her, her pussy spasming madly and milking me for all it was worth. Panting heavily, her momentary high was soon replaced by worry as she smacked my back. “Dumbass! I can’t get pregnant! It fucks with my powers!”
“And I told you, I copied a condom,” I answered her flatly, “Thanks to that, I can fire blanks by copying its contraceptive abilities. Your spiritual powers will probably be working again by tomorrow.”
There was a moment of silence, probably from Azamino trying to process my words. “...You owe me a long explanation how your powers work, because I’m fuckin’ lost right now!”
“Yeah yeah, whatever. If you try an’ tell me I’m feeding you bullshit, I’ll fuck you some more.”
“HAH?! Don’t get cocky with me, bastard!” she snarled, before moaning as my still-hard cock flexed inside her. “W-Wait…how’re you…?”
I smirked. “Copied a little something from those Kappa on our way out. I can probably keep going for a few more rounds.”
Azamino’s brave face faltered at the idea of me running even more of a train on her, especially with her powers disabled thanks to a wombful of cum. At the same time, I could see a faint hint of hearts in her pupils. “There’s no goddamn way…”
I let the silence hang like that, before pulling out of her and setting her down on her feet. Her knees buckled, and she stumbled unsteadily, only for me to steady her. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” My suggestion was more of a statement, holding eye contact with her all the time.
“...Yeah…♡”
Turning off the shower, I took a moment to towel off, before exiting the bathroom without bothering to clean up. Azamino…rather, Mitsuki followed behind me, holding my hand.
HK: What a debut, eh?
NS: Long story short, I was helping out this one guy on AO3 (Writer_of_the_Future) who’d decided to write a JK Taimabu fic of his own. Those of you on AO3 who follow me may have already encountered it. If you haven’t, go check it out if you want some more of hot chicks getting rescued from fuckass demon bastards and then getting pounded by the protagonists.
For once, I am NOT using a Worm CYOA build for this. Just a Gift of Faves made by Unwanted Opinion…although, the power that Gou unlocked via Miasma IS taken from the Worm CYOA as well: Negative Emotion Drive.
However, besides that, he has two main powers:
Beat ‘em Up:
You have the power to gain powers through your own effort. All you have to do is defeat a character from an established IP.
At any time, you can choose a fictional character and be teleported into their universe to fight them in order to gain their abilities (including knowledge, skills and so on). You will appear no more than 20 meters away from them, and you can bring items with you.
You will never be summoned into their universe at a moment when they are already in another fight, or in a situation where they cannot defend themselves, such as asleep, unconscious, incapacitated, etc. However, there is no time limit. Once you are summoned, you can spend as much time as you want as a drop-in. You can end the challenge and return to your world at any time, or defeat the character and return with their powers and abilities.
There is also a neutral judge present whenever you are actively challenging your chosen character; this judge is responsible for validating whether or not your victory is legitimate.
Plunderer:
You have the ability to take on the properties of anything you touch.
This can range from gaining a liquid form after touching water, or becoming gaseous because you’re constantly in contact with the air, to selectively borrowing specific traits.
For instance, you could take water’s lack of odor and permanently eliminate your body odor. Touching a knife would let your fingers cut, touching a pencil could let you write with your fingers, a computer could give you its processing capability, and a camera could give you perfect visual recall. You can even gain the proportional strength of an ant, or the pain-relief effect of an aspirin to cure someone’s headache.
The power ensures that you never lose your ego or consciousness. Even if you turn into gas, you remain fully aware of yourself. You always know what properties you have taken and what your natural form is, and you can toggle any acquired property at any moment.
Oh, and since posting pics on AO3 is a total hassle, I’ll just mention here that Gou looks like Hakari Kinji from JJK, lol.
HK: Two great powers to unfuck this hentai universe made by Fan no Hitori.
NS: The one artist who I consider more fucked up (physically, anyway) than Asanagi.
HK: At least his girls are hot.
NS: Could I hypothetically break the setting solely using what’s in it? Maybe, if I knew the setting more in depth! But I don’t, and much like the Esper doujin series, I don’t want to look too deep into it.
HK: Not our thing, even if, again, the art is hot.
NS: Hotter than I’d like to admit…anyway, is Gou all that much better than the typical males of that universe? Well, he goes out of his way to actually save girls like Azamino from getting raped and turned into onaholes (and/or worse) before fucking them himself, so I’d say yes, even if his goal is to get his slice of the hentai pie and eventually usurp the demonic Powers That Be.
HK: But again, if you know this series, it is a better fate than…whatever the fuck happens to the girls in this fuck ass doujin.
NS: So yeah, another thing on the rotation. Next is either another chapter of this, Ultimate Tinker, or Jujutsu Kishi…assuming this new Mugen Gacha idea doesn’t get me in too much of a stranglehold. Either way, we’ll see you all later.
North South out.