The Disciple's Explosive Desire

by Jacar19

Summary:

To be a Martial Artist is to grow through adversity, be it physical or emotional. For an Apprentice, already going through puberty, this also means by sex.

Now its is Time for the Mightiest Disciple to undergo his Greatest Trial: The Booty Trial!

Chapter 1: Kenichi's Bloom

The Disciple’s Exploding Desire

Kenichi the Mightiest Disciple Erotica

 

Chapter 1: Kenichi’s Bloom

 

The carnage done to the Gardening Club made the two sole occupants' hearts ache.

All the time and effort made to maintain and feed the lovely green room was a serene paradise for them, especially Kenichi Shirahama. Ever since his life started spiraling into a whirlwind of fists and crazy fighting people, he needed this place. Just nice and quiet and with normal mind clearing activities like watering the soil and checking for bugs.

And now his happy place was disturbed.

Yuka Izumi, the club president, felt bad for Kenichi. That bully Daimonji had personally broken the vase of one of Kenichi’s prized flowers, the Snow King. They had been able to save it but the fact this happened was all wrong.

Despite the tears he shed for their flowers, Yuka was glad that Kenichi was like this. Completely opposite of what she heard and very kind.

“Are you ok, Kenichi?”

“I’m fine, Izumi.” Kenichi smiled at her but she knew this was going to stay with him for a while. She wished she could do something for him but she wasn’t Miu.

Yuka Izumi could be described as plain with her petite figure and cute looks. But while they both had glasses and long hair, Miu was full figured, smart, and had a luxurious ponytail. Izumi just had long braids.

Not for the first time, Izumi was jealous. And not just because of how Kenichi obviously had a thing for the blonde. If only he could look elsewhere…

She blushed and shook her head. Now wasn’t the time to think of how Kenichi looked so cool standing up for her. Sure it was great that he won but the fact that he didn’t run away and leave her was…so manly. And here she thought fighters were muscle bound brutes like Daimonji.

“Now then, let’s get everything fixed.” Kenichi brought her out of her day dream as he picked up the broken pots. She immediately moved to help.

It took awhile but they managed to clear the debris. It was a quiet and somber affair but it had to be done. In the end, a few pots, some bouquets, and some cacti were able to be moved. After the greenhouse looked back to normal, they finished up with a little wash near the sink.

As she dried her hands, Yuka bowed to Kenichi. “It’s good we were able to save some of them. And thanks again for saving me, Kenichi.”

“Oh it’s no problem! I would’ve done it for anyone, not just my friends!” And there was Kenichi with an embarrassed smile and trying to dodge thanks. As he became more serious it made Yuka look at him in a different way. “Besides, I can’t forgive that guy for being rough with you. Men shouldn’t do that to girls.”

Yuka agreed. Daimonji grabbing her and being unable to escape was the worst. But if it was Kenichi…

Her facial blush became a full body red moment. Now wasn’t the time for such thoughts!

“You ok, Izumi?”

“Yes! Perfectly fine! Oh um, that move you did, is that something anyone can do?!” Her words were a little rushed but she managed to get the last part out.

“Oh? Uh yeah, but it takes some training to get it right. Heck I’m not even sure I’m getting it right even now.”

An idea formed in her head. The words were ludicrous but maybe…

“Do you think you could show me?” she asked.

“Show…you?”

“Show me how you did it. I mean, you moved kinda fast and well maybe if I knew it too I could protect myself!”

Again, she said it really fast but the intent behind her words managed to get through.

Kenichi blinked. He didn’t really get why she was so flustered but if he could help then he would. “Ok. I think I can help.”

He moved a couple of feet from her and stood with his arms open. "Ok, just throw a punch and I'll show you how it works."

"Oh uhm." The cold feet were starting to creep on her. Now that she was actually trying to do more, the fact that she was still meek was rearing its ugly head. What should she do?!

"It's ok, Izumi." Her spiraling thoughts were blown away. It may have been a perception issue but just standing there, Kenichi looked even more like a Dashing Hero about to ask for her hand. She blinked and everything was back to normal aside from her blushing face.

She decided to go for broke and try a punch.

Of course it went so wide, there was no way it would damage anything except Yuka herself. She put too much force into it and would have wound up almost tripping and falling.

Except for this time.

As expected, Kenichi would have attempted to catch her. Some would have failed. Others would have succeeded.

The main constant would have been embarrassment.

But this time…

Just as Yuka had completed her makeshift punch, she overextended and felt her body pitch forward. She was about to fall on her face. Most likely her glasses would have fallen off and suffered a crack and she would have skinned her knee.

She was saved from that.

Strong arms whipped around her like the wind and enclosed her entire torso. Gravity stopped at that moment and she found herself being held. The next moment she was pulled back to her feet.

The arms kept hugging her. Both around her midsection, letting her breasts gain a bit of lift.

Wh-what? Her heart was beating so fast. She'd never been this close to someone not in her family or small number of friends before. And she knew who was holding her…

She half turned her head but only saw the top of Kenichi's fluffy head. She couldn't see his eyes since he bowed his head on her shoulder.

He said nothing and just kept her in place.

"K-Kenichi?" She couldn't hide the tremble in her voice. Whether it was due to shock or excitement was a good question.

He didn't respond.

Her arms were held back by Kenichi's stronger body so she could only lift her forearms. She raised them and tapped them on his arms. "U-uhm. Thank you for catching me but you can let me go now."

"Izumi…" He whispered.

The nerdy Garden club girl shuddered. The way he said it. How close he was to her ear and how it tickled.

"Keni-"

She turned her head to speak to him directly. When her face was visible, Kenichi struck and kissed her on the lips.

Nothing else mattered at that moment. She was getting a romantic kiss from her secret crush after he saved her from hooligans. And he initiated it!

Kenichi somehow managed to sneak his tongue into her mouth.

From this point on, Miu became a non-entity as Kenichi continued to show how tonsil hockey worked and how to lose your breath in ten seconds. Yuka whimpered as her vision started to become weird. The books she read were right: a kiss could be out of this world.

"Mmm!?"

She suddenly felt an amazing tingle coming from her body. From beneath her glasses, she spotted large bumps underneath her uniform. She knew damn well those weren’t her breasts getting bigger.

No, the rough texture that was holding her little tangerines were hands. A man’s hands.

When did Kenchi?! She didn’t feel or even notice his hands moving and yet now she could feel their rough treatment crash through her. How was Kenichi able to coordinate this well?

Suddenly, the kiss broke. Yuka was grateful now that she could breathe again but-

“Aaahn.” She slapped a hand to her mouth. Kenichi didn’t stop his kissing assault and was on her neck. She knew about this. This could leave a mark on her! How scandalous!

Suddenly she felt movement and found herself no longer being held up by Kenichi. Now she was sitting on his lap! She quickly closed her legs to not appear improper.

Too bad she didn’t have a way to block Kenichi’s stronger hands. One hand returned to her small bosom and was pawing her from under her shirt. The other hand went lower and laid a finger over her panty clad slit. He didn’t immediately push his finger in like she feared, instead Kenichi was still Kenichi. He rubbed and played with her rose, lightly teasing the folds and tracing them by how they felt on his finger.

Yuka bucked her hips, feeling ticklish but more horny than she had ever felt before. This was more than the time she started to see Kenichi as a cute boy. Now he was a man touching her private spot! And she didn’t want him to stop!

Kenichi continued his fondling and free flowing touches along her crotch. When she felt like she was going to pass out from the teasing, he proved to have a strong finger technique by moving up to the top of her snatch with one finger to enter her pussy with his pinky. Idly she felt the pinky was already wet going in.

“Gwaaah!” She couldn’t hold her moan in anymore. He was really touching her. He was pushing his finger in her p-pussy. “It’s! It’s too much Kenichi!”

“Don’t worry.” He whispered as the repeated fingerings left the poor girl leaking. He took his hand away, making her whimper at the separation, and gave his pointer finger a lick. He shoved it back in, all the way up the knuckle. Somehow it still didn’t hurt. “Just a little more.”

A little more wasn’t really a little more. She had to endure her pussy being massaged for a few more minutes and Kenichi was treated to Yuka’s cute moans. Just as she was on the cusp of orgasming, he stopped.

“Why!?” She cried out.

The answer she got was unzipped pants.

From underneath her butt, his cock rolled out and sprung up, completely erect. It was the first true dick she had ever seen. She was sure it was as thick as a hotdog but longer.

In the back of her head, where the perversions rested, she was sure that if she ever saw Kenichi's penis it would have been cute. But now she knows she was wrong.

It looked imposing. Strong.

It wiggled on its own and slapped against her moist pussy. She blinked as the implication set in.

Kenichi was going inside her. She needed to say something. To get him to stop.

Her voice, her reason, tried to say it. To stop all this.

But her desire won out. Yuka reached down and touched it. The almost instinctual need to pass Out was also spiking in her but perhaps her growing admiration for the Shirahama boy kept it at bay.

She felt the twitching crown of the cock in her hand. Even as she thought it might burn or do something weird to her, she still wanted it. It was Kenichi 's.

She pulled it to her special place but couldn't aim it right.

Kenichi took this as acceptance.

He took his base and aimed true. The head touched Yuka's nether lips and she threw her head back with a gasp. It was coming in…

It hit a wall.

Ah. That's my hymen. She had only a moment to realize that her virginity was really going to be taken before Kenichi pushed.

"Ah!"

Kenichi's hands descended on her again. A tickle of her nipples to distract from the pain. A rub of her belly as a means to soothe the pulsing broken inner muscles. All the while, his cock resisted his urges to plow into the young girl until she recovered.

Izumi did finally calm down from her pain. It was weird to feel hands go so far into making her feel good twice but she did like it. She also liked the feel of his cock inside her.

Not just because it belonged to her crush but because she was finding out that sex felt good.

"Mmm. Kenichi. You're inside me." She brought her hands up to her cheeks. She could barely see the point of penetration but she felt it.

Her fascination was broken when Kenichi brought his arms under her legs. She squeaked as he lifted her with ease and she felt him almost slip out.

"I'm going in, Izumi." he said.

“B-but aren’t you-”

He stuck it back in. But then he went further…

Yuka's face was stuck in a silent scream of pleasure as she felt her pussy open up more and more for Kenichi. She had never opened her flower like this before, being the bookish type and slow to sensual things. Heavy petting and lurid dreams were the farthest she had taken her growing interest in sex.

"Gah!"

Another push in.

"Ooh."

And another.

"Aaahaaaa."

And one more. Kenichi stopped going in and paused.

A good thing too as Yuka needed the moment to catch her breath and get used to him. It was sure nice of him.

And just when she managed to allow him to feel just right inside her…

He moved again!

In and out. Constant thrusts into her vagina, letting the unused muscles experience a workout they never expected. The bespectacled girl couldn't really stop him now. Not just because of the pleasure but because he was going so fast and hard that she couldn’t get her bearings straight at all. She had to keep herself steady by leaning on her arms for balance.

It didn't last long.

After pushing and pushing, Kenichi gave a strong thrust that let his tip hit her womb. The vibration and pounding reached right into Yuka's core and she shook as a powerful feeling came over her.

She wanted to cover her mouth. She was going to make another weird sound and if someone heard she’d die of embarrassment.

But she didn’t make it.

One more knock into her baby room and she reached the mountain top. And she sang. Her rose exploded into pleasurable flavors and colors that knocked the socks off Yuka. On a reflex, her inner flower squeezed around Kenichi’s rod, as if trying to pull him closer and get something from him.

Just as she was about to unclench and let him go, he retaliated.

A splash. A great torrent of something else blew into her. She felt something inside her become full just from the first spurt. And yet, he wasn't done.

She felt him twitch inside her three times.

She felt him splash inside her three times.

Yuka could tell she was full. That she couldn't take any more pleasure or keep Kenichi inside her any longer. She was sweaty and sticky and had to look like a scandalous mess to anyone who could just walk in.

And yet, as she began to lull into sleep, she felt proud.

I was with Kenichi…

-----DED----

Kenichi Shirahama blinked.

"Huh?" It took him a moment to collect himself. "What am I doing? No wait, did I black out from training? But the barrels aren't as hea…vy…?"

The martial artist finally noticed that what was in the arms wasn't training equipment, but his fellow classmate and garden club president. She was passed out on his shoulder, her face slick with sweat. His eyes traveled down her body and got progressively wide in shock.

Her clothing was askew, showing off some racy skin. His hands were under her uniform and when he squeezed, she moaned. And most damning of all, he felt an uncomfortable draft coming from his crotch.

He prayed to any God he knew that what he was about to see wasn't-

His penis was inside Yuka.

He also came inside her.

"Oh noooo!" He screamed in horror. What had he done?!

"Hey Kenichi, are you still here? We need to get back to the dojo."

The club door opened and in stepped the beautiful Miu Furinji. She had gymnastics practice today and only just finished up.

She stood in the doorway, a smile frozen and brittle on her lovely bespectacled face.

Kenichi stared back and turned to stone. My life is over. My love life is over. EVERYTHING'S OVER!!!!

The world held its breath as it waited for Judgement to fall on the hero.

And then…

"Jeez Kenichi!" Miu said as she closed the door and came over the scene of smut. "Ms. Izumi looks like she's been through a round with Sakaki. I know it's your first time but you need to be more gentle."

Kenichi said nothing as Miu took Izumi from him. He just couldn't comprehend why she didn't become the assassin girl he originally thought she was and punt him into the dirt. Hell he would do it himself if he had any feeling in his body.

So he watched as Miu cleaned Izumi up and took care to not get splashed by his cum. A lot of it leaked out of Izumi and left a bit of a puddle near the petunias.

Once Izumi looked presentable, Miu put her on her back.

"Ok, I'll take Miss Izumi to the nurses office and get someone to take her home." She then pointed at Kenichi but didn't look at him. "You need to fix yourself. We need to head to the dojo and let the Master's know of your condition. Be back."

She took off.

Kenichi just couldn't believe he wasn't dead yet. Also he wondered why Miu wouldn't look at him.

Probably too disgusted with me. He slumped in despair as his crush would never look at him with her happy baby blue eyes aga-

He blinked.

His cock was still out.

Oh. That's why she wouldn't look.

Chapter 2: Knowledge of the Crotch

The Disciple’s Exploding Desire

Kenichi the Mightiest Disciple Erotica

 

Chapter 2: Knowledge of the Crotch

 

Kenichi sat in seiza in the dojo hall.

He and Miu had put Izumi in the nurse's office and made sure to call her home. A quick lie about anemia was made and the two made a strategic withdrawal. They didn't speak on the way.

Kenichi was panicking.

He knew a righteous and well deserved punishment awaited him. And for what he did, he would welcome it. This was just his usual jitters getting the best of him and making him shake. Now if only his traitorous mind would stop trying to remind him of Izumi’s petite soft body and how good she felt as started milk-

NOW IS NOT THE TIME!

He smacked himself a few times to get his head on straight. But now he was thinking his cheeks were as red as Izumi’s would be if he were to-

DOES IT EVER END?!

BOOM.

The door to the dojo opened with a mighty push. All Kenichi's horny thoughts were gone now.

All that existed was terror.

One by one the Masters shuffled into the room. The boy couldn't see their faces due to the dark shadows hiding them.

The first two on the right were his first two Masters. A tall man in a white gi and blue pants. A short trim mustache graces a face always punched in contemplation. He is the Fighting Philosopher and Top Chiropractor in the land, Akisame Kouetsuji. The other was his contrast, short in stature with a more wicked mustache and all green chinese attire. His playful nature is usually hidden by the hat he used to hide his bald head. The (secret) Leader of the Phoenix Clan of Chinese Martial Arts, Kensei Ma.

Then came the two on the left and ironically, the harder masters Kenichi had to work with. On the far end was the Happy Unstoppable Giant of Muay Thai. Perpetually in the martial art’s signature shirt and shorts and boxing gloves, when Kenichi tried to train with Apachai Hopachai, the man could not hold back to save Kenichi’s life. Accidents have happened. Moving on, there was bare chested street brawler Shio Sakaki, the supposed level 100 dan of Karate. The scarred man took awhile to accept Kenichi as a disciple but now fondly likes being called Sensei.

Now the last two were the Masters Kenichi hasn’t trained with yet. Shigure Kousaka, the lone female of the Ryozanpaku masters and the deadliest wielder of all weapons sat in the near middle. Since Kenichi was in complete fear right now, he wouldn’t even notice how her slight pink kimono rustled up, revealing ample silky thighs that would tempt any man. And Kenichi would be tempted if he wasn’t afraid of her at all times. Weapons frightened him.

And finally, The Grandmaster and Invincible Superman Hayato Fuurinji. Tallest even among the six foot martial artists here and with a boast of never having been defeated in a fight, Hayato leads the Ryozanpaku with his enthusiasm and wisdom.

With all of the Masters gathered together here, Kenichi began to sweat harder. The air was oppressed by their aura. And all he could do was sit and await Judgement.

Oh Great Buddha or whoever, please forgive me!!!

“Kenichi…”

The Elder spoke first. His hand rose and began to inch towards Kenichi.

"It would seem…"

Goodbye cruel world.

"...that you've finally become a man!"

The meaty hand clapped Kenichi on the shoulder, sending him face first to the ground.

Eh? I'm not dead.

In fact the Masters had undergone a complete about face on their reactions. Now they were laughing and smiling at him. The oppressive atmosphere was destroyed completely.

"Huh?" Kenichi asked.

"Well squirt, looks like you've begun the climb to adulthood." Sakaki smacked Kenichi's back and settled down next to him. "Guess we gotta call ya a man from now on."

Kensei had a glowing inquisitive eye as he looked Kenichi up and down. "Kenichi finally experienced his springtime of youth. Our apprentice is really coming along in the world. But who is the Lucky young lady? Does Kenichi have a special lady on the side?"

"Apapapa! If Kenichi is a man, then does that mean he will kill opponents now?"

"Wrong discussion Apachai!"

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Kenichi finally rose to his feet and gestured wildly to the Masters. "Why is everyone acting so friendly?! What happened to all the scary build up?!"

Miu walked into the main hall. In her hands was a tray of tea cups. "Can you all stop teasing Kenichi already? This is a serious discussion."

Hayato took his cup from Miu and took a sip. "Well Miu is correct. We can't just let Kenichi stew in ignorance now."

There were still some chuckles among the Masters but they did shape up and gather around again. Akisame decided to start things off in a delicate way, "So you've had sex with one of your classmates?"

Kenichi flinched. "Y-yes. I don't understand what happened. I need to apologize an-"

"Now, now. Calm down Kenichi. Have more tea." Kenichi would have flown off the handle but the Judo Master's words and tone had him follow the orders by instinct. Perhaps he was more trained than he thought.

"Now how about you recount what happened. Knowing what triggered your reaction is important too."

Kenichi did just that. Recalling Daimonji's assault on the Gardening club, trying to show Izumi Guan Bo move, to…that.

The Masters listened and some nodded along. Miu was still strangely silent as she listened.

Akisame rubbed his chin. "Well that sounds in line to what we know."

"Eh?" Asked Kenichi.

"You see Kenichi, what you experienced was the Battle Exhilaration. I'm sure you've experienced a surge of emotion or thrill in your body as you fought?"

"Yes?"

"Well in essence, that's what happened here. The swell of emotions during battle can rise to such a degree in fighters that sometimes it encourages the urge to copulate, mostly with the defeated but also with random civilians. Right now it's not done as much but in a select few martial artists, the practice still occurs."

Akisame paused to wet his whistle.

"And it seems you are one of those few. Amazing considering you don't have any martial talent." He chuckled.

"Hehe. Not bad midget." Sakaki cheered.

"No seriously. Who was it with?" Ma was all ears from the answer. "Was she also a lovely flower? What were the measurements?"

"That doesn't matter right now, Master Ma!" Kenichi yelled. His face was red and steamy as the sun. He also kept his eyes off Miu. "That still doesn't make up for the fact that I…that I ra-"

He couldn't say it but it made him sick.

"That it happened the way it did is unfortunate. You will need to explain things to her. If needed, one of us could accompany you."

"Really?"

"Of course, Kenichi." Miu's Grandfather cut in. "We're your Masters Kenichi. Your problems are our problems."

That did make him feel a bit better. Kenichi didn't quite smile but he looked appreciative of his Masters. "Thank you guys. And I promise, as a man, to talk to Izumi. I can't make this right but I will do what I can for her."

There were cheers of agreements and more good natured ribbing from the adults. Kenichi felt a little better. While he was going to face some big trials tomorrow that he didn't know how to fix, at least he was going in with help.

Of course, since he was stuck in his head about his problems, he never noticed one pair of eyes watching him. A set of apathetic looking eyes that held a note of interest.

If someone knew how she was, they would have seen it.

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That Night…
Ryozanpaku House…

 

Kenichi was deep in his futon and mind still going over what happened today. He was probably afraid to sleep since that meant he would have to meet Izumi sooner.

Oh maaan! I never thought I'd be in this situation! What can I even say to Izumi?!

The panic hadn't died down in his heart just yet. But since he spent so much energy focusing on it, sleep was fast approaching. His zip up sleeping bag offered little in company and just left him feeling lonely and a bit isolated. He wished he had his bed back.

His eyelids began to fall.

Slowly his blinking would cease and he would finally sleep. No more overthinking. Just peaceful clouds.

Not even Shigure hovering over him would wake him up.

Kenichi’s eyes snapped open. Then they bugged out.

Shigure was on top of him!

He opened his mouth to scream but Shigure’s hands were quicker. She covered his mouth completely with one hand and brought a kunai out with the other. Kenichi grew paler after seeing it.

Oh god she’s gonna cut something off! Noooooooooo!

“Everyone…asleep. Be quiet..kay?” She demanded. When one is holding a dangerous weapon, it’s always a demand.

Kenichi nodded faster than what was necessary. Shigure eyeballed him for a few moments, probably to put the Fear or the Weapon's God to make sure she obeyed. Whatever she saw in his eyes, she finally nodded and put the blade away.

Now that the immediate danger was gone, Kenichi could focus.

This was a problem because Shigure was still on top of him.

Kenichi knew his Master was beautiful. He got enthralled the moment he saw her. Sure she scared the piss out of him but beauty wasn't something to be denied. Her body was a knockout with those breasts that rivaled Miu's luscious melons. The rest of her body was like a strong slender katana wrapped in a small pink sheath.

Seriously, he didn't know how her dress never slipped up and gave him a free show. Not even when she was walking on the ceiling! Unfair!

Kenichi blinked and remembered what was going on. Shigure was still there, thighs on either side of him.

"Uhm…what is it, Shigure?"

"Kenichi…has a problem. His…penis..is dangerous."

Oddest compliment ever? Kenichi boggled at her words.

"You…are unprepared for the urges. When the…fighting gets the blood pumping and your thing becomes hard, you will seek out another girl. Unless you learn…control."

"I-I would never!"

Shigure pulled out the kunai again. "Quiet."

"I mean, I would never." He whispered this time.

"You would try…but without training in restraint..you would relapse. And some other girl…or woman… would be caught by you. Kenichi…would you be able to handle that?"

He wanted to say yes or deny he would fail and go after anyone. But he couldn't. He failed today. What would happen if he failed again? Or again and again?

"I don't want to hurt anyone." His words were brittle at first. The shame creeped up on him. But then he looked his teacher in the eye, the determination that led him to joining Ryozanpaku shining through. "And I'll make sure that I don't. I hope you all can help me."

Shigure nodded. Kenichi blinked because he was sure he saw a smile appear on her.

"Then we can start tonight." She sat up.

"Eh? But it's really late. Wouldn't it be better to train in the morning?" He watched as she unzipped his sleeping bag.

"Because." Suddenly she had her hands on his pants. "We will learn by doing this."

She pulled them down. Underwear and all.

Kenichi drew in a breath to scream but again Shigure's hands were faster. But this time, she had found time to tie him up. His hands and legs couldn't break free of the tightrope.

"The others…are asleep." Once more she had a Kunai out. "Stop making noise."

Kenichi didn't stay docile this time and tried to speak through her hand. It didn't work.

Shigure leaned in close. She was now nose to nose with her disciple. Kenichi looked into her blue eyes and knew embarrassment. Also a good amount of fear.

The Masters of Ryozanpaku were good at that.

"Speak. Softly." She commanded.

He nodded. When she removed her hand again, he hissed, "What are you doing Shigure?!"

"Pulling out your cock."

"WHY?!"

"I am to train you to…hold back your urges. To do that, I need your dick."

"We can't do this!"

Shigure tilted her head. "Why not?"

"W-we're Teacher and student! It's improper!" Unbidden Kenichi's eyes strayed down Shigure's face to her neck and chest. His indignation was crumbling under the goofy smile and blush.

Shigure looked down. Kenichi did as well and nearly screamed again. The boy’s cock was free to the world and it was getting hard right before him and his Master’s eyes. The two looked at each other again. While Shigure’s face didn’t change, Kenichi was sure she was giving him the Look.

He turned away, tears running down his face in shame. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry my lower son is very honest.”

“It’s fine.” Shigure raises her hand and reaches for it. Kenichi watches with bated breath and maybe, just maybe, a bit of excitement. He knows he should object but this situation was just so absurd. Absurd and sexy.

Kenichi waits. And waits. When it became a minute, his excitement began to dim.

“Uhm, Shigure?”

She kept staring at his cock. It was getting awkward.

“Do..do you need some pointers?”

Again she didn’t look up. But Kenichi did catch a small dip of her head.

He asked her to just touch his penis. Something simple that even she could mess up. Shigure spent a moment a moment poking it before she finally grabbed it.

Kenichi moaned at the contact. Amazingly, she didn’t fully grasp it. She seemed to instinctively get that a cock can be held firm but mustn't be squeezed like toothpaste. She did experiment with a tug that Kenichi grunted at before switching to an even lighter grip so that she could jack him off.

Smooth palms ghosted up and down his length. Shigure alternated between a little force and being as gentle and curious as a first timer.

Kenichi felt his lungs hitch as he watched his only beautiful teacher play with his dick. Add in her silly tilted head and how curious but skilled she was and it was the most interesting handjob he had ever experienced. Ever.

She switched it up by using both hands and tried tapping it like a flute.

That's not gonna work unless sh-

She opened her mouth and gave him a chomp.

Just as he was about to unleash the manliest girly shriek of his life, Kenichi was blown away by the feel of Shigure's tongue. His eyes rolled up as his first mouth play rocked his hips to the core. Again Shigure made sure he could see her eyes as she bobbed up and down. In the middle of her technique, she would stop at a random spot and just hold there. Taking him all the way to his crotch hair or just at the tip and leaving the rest of him covered in slobber.

Kenichi was starting to believe that staring was her favorite pastime. Like a Cat.

But it was time to bring him to euphoria. She did her deep suck and he was sure he was about to blow!!

Shigure let him go with a pop.

Utter betrayal.

Kenichi felt, broke, whatever is the best way to convey the bitter chill that the outside world had on his lower son. He was just being overly dramatic. As a fresh non-virgin could be from getting his dick wet.

"Wwwwwwhy?* He whispered.

"No…cumming…quickly." He looked at her like she was insane. Did she not know how good it felt?! How was he supposed to last?

"If you…quick shot…" Shigure's eyes got a little narrow and the ghost of an evil smile flashed on her wet lips. "You will have to…do weapons training. No..
more running away."

"..."

Never before had Kenichi been put in a more unfair position. Did he submit to his fear of weapons or did he brave Shigure's blowjob to train himself to not get wild about sex and likely force fuck some poor girl?

Well of course, I won't do that again. It should be an obvious choice. Weapons may be terrifying but rape is rape. He took a small breath. Then two more.

Kenichi summoned what bravery he had and met the Weapon Master's gaze. "I'm in, Master Shigure."

He was sure he saw a smile again.

And so he began his new night of sexual training.

With Shigure sliding his cock between her breasts.

"Here!" Kenichi exploded the moment the tip escaped from the supple bouncy prison Shigure had. His cum was a good spray that would have left a big mess on a woman's head and chest.

And yet, Shigure's face was spotless.

She somehow dodged the splash and put his dick back in her cleavage.

When did she?

Why did she?

"Sword Practice…at dawn."

"...Yes, Master."

Notes:

And that's target no.2.

Sorry but Kenichi is barely level 1 of the sex arts. Shigure's too OP for him right now. But he'll get there someday.

Chapter 3: A New Challenge?!

Chapter 3: A New Challenge?!

 

It had been a stressful two days for Kenichi.

And no it wasn’t just because of his renewed training under Shigure Kosaka. Yes, the use of weapons had been something he ducked and dodged for, in his mind, good reasons but not now. Now he had a sex problem to deal with and was about to reap the problems he had made from it.

That said, the Shigure problem had grown. Now he had to contend with her sexual teachings.

The deal was always that he obeyed what she asked or else it was sword practice. Or Nunchaku practice. Or Kunai practice.

Thankfully the Elder had asked her to stick to non steel instruments to ease him into the style. Never before had Kenichi felt such wrath of wood to the face as he had in that hour of Shigure’s training. He was sure the beautiful Ninja Woman was making up for lost time. His last ditch effort for safety and reasonable work was asking for something to stop fights.

So she provided him with a chain whip.

When he asked for something lighter, he was given bolas.

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"So I just spin them around and throw them?" Asked Kenichi.

Shigure nodded.

Kenichi appraised the weapon. Well there were no blades or knives attached so he didn't have to worry about hurting anyone. Even the weights aren't that heavy. “I didn’t know these can count as weapons.”

"That's because Bolas are for Animals!" Apachai suddenly informed the two. Kenichi screamed at the man appearing out of thin air. "Farmers and hunters used them to get cows and birds! Since they have weak knees and legs, cows go down once legs are tied up. But be careful! If they are thrown with good arm they could hit hard enough to break bone!"

"Wait what? Even these can hurt people?!"

"That's…. what I was going to say." Shigure gave the tall Thailand native a look that made the man gasp.

"Sorry, Shigure!”

The explanation finished, the Disciple was told to train. His throwing arm was not the greatest. A limp throw was only the beginning of his problems though. Bad aim, not enough force in the throw, and the right posture took time in order to drill in. That’s why it took him the second day in order to get something out of it.

First was the training dummy. He missed twice.

Shigure came up behind him and touched his shoulder. He squeaked at the contact.

“Calm down. For…the first try, it is not about…speed. It is about the right technique. Do not…go fast. Go..steady.”

The boy gave his master a look but tried to take what she said to heart. So he took a breath and took the stance. Feet shoulder apart, wrist steady. He spun it slowly and slowly until he got what felt like a good speed. Kenichi pulled the wrist back, hand still spinning, and threw.

The bolas twirled in the air like a flying flower and struck home, dead center at the chest. Like a fun loop de loop, the rope encircled the straw post and finished off with a tie.

“I did it?!” Kenichi blinked.

“Apapapa! Well done!”

“Good. Now…a human target.”

Now he was getting ready to try again, two bolas in hand. Miu stood in front of him. Looking all cute and sexy in her purple leotard.

Wait no! Kenichi shook his head. This wasn’t the time for those thoughts. Especially after Izumi. Not that he thought Miu would get caught in his perverted hands. Hell he might lose a testicle if he tried.

“Alright Kenichi. Go for it.” Miu gave him a thumbs up.

“Uhm, Ok.”

“You have a choice…between target points. Whichever is the biggest…to be ensnared.” Shigure instructed.

Don’t look at her boobs. Don’t look at her boobs. Don’t look at her boobs.

Miu kept up her smile, thankfully oblivious to his thoughts.

Kenichi resumed his stance and twirled the capture weapon around to prepare. A few seconds and he let it loose.

He missed.

The yard was quiet as the flying weapon just went on and on until it finally just gave up and fell to the ground. No one said a word.

Kenichi just…slumped in on himself.

Then something unexpected happened.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, the owner bustling with intent. Kenichi’s pulse quickened and his mind was befuddled with too many questions. But there was no time to think, only to fight back.

He jumped away, fist already gripping the second bola. The spin wasn’t as strong as he hoped but it was enough for him to throw. The moment his foot touched the ground, he used the Chinese Kempo circular steps to rotate and give his throw the extra oomph it needed. His instincts however, left him the moment he let it fly.

Kenichi blinked. “Huh?”

“EEEK!! Shigure!?”

Shigure? It started to connect. Shigure was that presence he felt behind him. He didn’t get why she did it but that meant he…

“Oh crap! I’m so soooaaaaaahhh?”

His Bola had struck true. Shigure had been hogtied and was now immobile. The problem was the bola.

Somehow his weapon had decided to go through the oddest journey on Shigure’s body. It most likely started at the waist and traversed diagonally over her shoulders. The two weights managed to meet through the gap between her legs and wrapped around her arms. To top it all off, they tied themselves together. Right under her breasts, pushing them up and out of her pink kimono.

And she didn’t wear a bra. Only her chain-mail top’s strategically placed weaving prevent her nipples from being shown.

Kenichi couldn’t say anything. His eyes were glued to Shigure’s entire form. The peaks at her fundoshi clad crotch and her breasts were just too much. It was only a good thing he wasn’t behind her like Master Ma was, snapping away at a camera and nose bleeding.

Because when Shigure’s purple eyes settled on Kenichi, that was when he knew…

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“Sh-Shigure, please!” He whispered/wailed from his bounded form.

The woman had waited till he was asleep and proceeded to undress him and tie him up. His arms and legs were bound tight and he was not getting out under his own power. That is, except for his cock and balls.

Which were now in Shigure’s hands.

She had been playing with him for minutes. Minutes. Kenichi wasn’t sure how he was holding on for this long considering how he blew it two nights ago. The situation is worse since Shigure was torturing him in a sixty-nine style.

The woman’s full supple ass was all in his face. Only the fundoshi kept her puckered bottom button and her love canal from being seen.

“No. You’d better…keep it under control. This…is Punishment.”

Kenichi wanted to rebuttal but the wet warmth of a tongue stopped him dead cold. He tried to keep his breathing under control but holy damn Shigure was handling his rod with the depth of control of a master.

How is she handling my dick better than me?! Oh god please let me cuuuuuuuum!

-----

Izumi waited in the greenhouse, watering the plants. It helped keep her calm and pushed the…interesting thoughts away. She needed the focus. At least until Kenichi arrived.

Kenichi.

Who would’ve guessed the second boy she would develop a crush on would take her virginity? Emphasis on take. She still couldn’t believe kind and gentle Kenichi could have such a domineering side to him? Everything she’d heard and seen at first would put the possibility in the “never going to happen” category.

Yet he surprised her.

She…she had never been lifted up like that before. She knew she had some pounds on her even in her petite frame. And yet, he just…and so easily…

Then he…

“Ah…” Izumi felt her cheeks flaring up. Not to mention her panties starting to flood.

She couldn't help it! Ever since she felt Kenichi, her mind had become corrupted. Thinking such scandalous thoughts she'd never entertain!

…well at least not during the day. For the past two days, the thought of his penis filling her again made her stomach feel weird. Like she wanted it.

It was getting a little ridiculous.

"I need to talk to him." She muttered with a sigh.

Knock. Knock.

Izumi blinks. It couldn't be.

"Miss Izumi? Can I come in?"

Boy, the Gods sure do work fast.

Stowing that thought away, Izumi gripped her watering can and stared at the door. Since it was a greenhouse, Kenichi could see her and she could see him. So she couldn't use the "be silent and wait" move here.

But that's not what I want to do.

Izumi took a deep breath. The overwhelming scent of the flowers(and minor scent of manure) helped give her a measure of strength and calm. They were her passion and something she shared with the boy outside.

She would not shy away from him here.

"Come in!" She called.

Kenichi stepped in and took a spot in front of Izumi. The two waited for someone else to make the first move, as expected of wallflowers. Finally, Kenichi dropped to his hands and knees.

A perfect Dogeza.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Izumi!" Kenichi cried. His head was bowed so low he was touching the ground. "Something came over me and I…! I'm so sorry! I'll leave the gardening club! No! The school! I know it's not enough to earn your forgiveness and there's so much I should be doing…!"

Izumi watched him and smiled. It was all she needed to remember what kind of person Kenichi was.

"Kenichi." She broke him out of his never ending apologizing. "It's fine. I'm not angry."

"What?"

"Well I was…surprised and a little scared." He flinched when she mentioned that. "But…if it's with you…"

"...Miss Izumi?"

"You don't need to call me Miss. Please stand up."

Kenichi did what she said but still couldn't quite look her in the eye.

"So Kenichi…why me?"

He flinched again. "Uhm…"

"You have someone you like, don't you?" His head snapped up and he stared at her. His face flared up and he tried to say something.

So he does still like her. Izumi wasn't a fool. Miu was the girl on Kenichi's mind, even if the blonde only thought of him as her friend. Just as Kenichi most likely thought of her despite her own crush.

At least that was the thought.

He rubbed at his neck and darted his eyes around. Probably to look for anything else to talk about. "If I told you it was…instinct, would you believe me?"

"Instinct?"

Kenichi explained it as best as he could, blushing all the way. Martial arts, instincts, and a few other things that the glasses wearing girl had to sort out on her own.

In the end, she believed she understood.

And it was making her excited.

She licked her lips and leaned forward. While she didn't have the bowling balls of Miu, her apples could still offer something. That's what the magazines she and her friend Makoto read had written.

Kenichi's eyes darted down then up! It was working!

"So. You mean it can happen again? That if I made a little tap on your back, you'll grab me? You'll take me? Completely?"

Izumi almost couldn't believe what she was saying. Or how her breathing was picking up, making her chest rise and fall. But she kept her focus on Kenichi, thoughts trying to focus.

Kenichi wasn't faring any better. Even as dense as he was, he was still a man. He couldn't stop himself from looking at her. All of her. She was fairly sure his head tilted enough to look at her behind.

I never thought about that. I thought all men were into boobs.

Because Kenichi was a man. A man could have her if he really wanted.

Now it was just a matter of answering her.

Kenichi hesitated. Hand slowly rising and falling down. He was holding himself back.

"I-I have to go, Izumi." He turned and was going to leave.

Normally Izumi would have taken this as a rejection. Normally she would have been too slow to do anything and Kenichi would have escaped and managed to build up his resistance.

Today however, Izumi reached out for Kenichi. With a closed fist.

An accident perhaps. But it happened and Kenichi perceived it as an attack.

Again, Kenichi disappeared from Izumi's sight. Things escalated from there. Her small fist went from flying to being trapped behind her and Kenichi's hand was holding her by her breasts.

“Yes.” Her voice was smokey and enticing. “Just take me Kenichi. Don’t hold back.”

He kissed her. Izumi was still a novice at what to do. She could just let him do what he wants, not like she could stop him if he did. She imagined it looked so beautiful, the boy she fell for kissing her in the greenhouse. The secret place where their romance was blooming and where they entangled each other

Well it sounded better than in her own words.

What brought her out of her lusty haze was Kenichi pushing her.

"Keni-?" She tried to question him but he had finished before she could. He did move her closer to the door. At first, she froze in fear.

Is he trying to h-have sex with me out in the open?! That's too much for me! I can't!

Thankfully she was wrong.

All he did was make her bend over at the door. Her face and hands squished against the glass for a moment before she pulled back to half turn to Kenichi.

Izumi then noticed he wasn't looking at her face. He was looking at her butt.

She heard that boys had a habit of watching women's behind. Again, she didn't get it. Hers wasn't attractive. At least she didn't think so. Not like Miu's or the gymnastics girls.

Her Grandpa did say she was built to have babies but again she didn't see it.

Did Kenichi?

His hand rose and tapped at her right thigh, just under the hem of her skirt. She giggled, the feeling was soft and ticklish. Even when he did the same to her left thigh, she still giggled.

She didn't know what game he was playing but-

He pulled her panties down to her ankles.

"Ah." Steam arose from the bespectacled student and her body turned red. .

Kenichi pushed her skirt up, showing off her actual butt.

Oh dear. Oh dear. He can see. He can see it all. Oh gosh.

She could feel his calloused hand on her rear end. It was kinda unpleasant but then he gave her a rub.

It was better. It was starting to feel real good. She let his hands travel over her and gasped as she felt his finger on her vagina.

Pussy. The Internet called it pussy.

He was gentle as he rubbed along before pushing in. The research said that foreplay and being wet was the best way to have sex. Most guys skip it and it makes things rough and uncomfortable.

As she thought, Kenichi was like that.

He played with her pussy. It drove her to heavy breathing and leaning heavily on the door. It was only luck that her glasses didn't fall off. She noticed a wet spot growing on the ground. She realized that it was her juices staining the greenhouse and Kenichi's fingers.

How dirty.

That's when Kenichi stopped.

She knew why.

Ziiip.

Izumi strengthened her resolve. She wasn't just going to let Kenichi do this alone. The girl pulled herself up and reached under herself.

She took her pussy lips and opened them. Just for him.

"Please Kenichi." She whispered.

Wordlessly, he leaned over her. Her hand that was on the door was covered by his. It was so intimate and nice. That was closer to the idea of love making that she sometimes imagined.

Then she felt it.

His c-cock. She wanted a moment to steal herself but wasn't fast enough.

Kenichi slid right in.

Izumi moaned as he pushed all the way inside her. She could tell from the feeling of his body on hers. What amazed her though is how she was able to just take him in. Aren't the first few times rougher than this?

She didn't have long to consider things as Kenichi started moving. This time he did long slow thrusts into her pussy. She had no idea why he was doing it this way but the slow deliberate way she felt him knock at her womb and pull her so close to him was nice.

She almost preferred it to the rather fast paced way he started the other day.

"Ah. Ahhhh. Kenichi. Yes!" Her pussy was working this time. Everytime he pulled back she tried to keep him. At first it didn't work but soon his long thrusts paused and he began shifting while inside her.

Was he trying to make her pussy expand?

Whatever it was, after a few thrusts he would pause and just let Izumi bask in being full.

It was wonderful. And then it was over.

"CUMMING!” Izumi came first. Her vagina spasmed and splashed against Kenichi’s flesh rod. She imagined that even as he tried to pull away to keep pushing into her, her vagina wouldn’t let him. No. Her pussy would try to suck him in.

“Hnngh!” She heard him grunt behind her. She grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled!

----

“Ha! Haa! Aaaaaah!”

“Jeez, they sure are loud.” Miu grumbled. She had been worried about how Kenichi would handle things so she followed and kept watch. It wasn’t to see if anything lewd would happen.

Poor Kenichi was beside himself when he realized what happened. She didn’t want her friend to continue to be depressed or worse. If he needed help keeping his pervy side in check, she’d be there.

“Guess I forgot that just like in fights, there’s gotta be two combatants.” She said as she watched from a safe distance. She’d seen Miss Izumi talk to Kenichi and she could tell the girl wanted something from him.

Turned out it was for more sex. Even after Kenichi explained everything, Izumi triggered his instincts on purpose. And now he was cumming inside her for the second time. Miu never took her eyes of where their middles were meeting and smacking into each other. Or how Izumi looked so happy and wet as Kenichi plugged her crotch and that white stuff, cum if she heard right, gush from Izumu’s little hole.

This was the first time the blonde had ever seen what love making and…it was interesting.

“I don’t think Kenichi should be doing that without a condom.”

She watched as Kenichi sat down and pulled Izumi with him. He held her at the waist and let her rest on him. Miu smiled. Her fellow disciple could be such a gentleman. When he wasn’t being a wimp.

“Well I better let the Masters know. I do wonder what we should do now? Kenichi’s condition needs to be handled better before he does it to someone who won’t take it well, he’s gonna be in hot water. I sure hope he doesn’t do that to me.” She paused as a thought came to her. “Also does that make her Kenichi’s girlfriend now?”

Hmm. She frowned as something moved in her heart. It was an odd tight feeling. Miu had never experienced it before.

“Hey Miu! You seen we-”

Miu’s hand lashed out and threw the interloper to the ground. She blinked as she recognized the odd pointed ears of this guy.

“Oops! Sorry Niijima!” She knelt down to check on the self-proclaimed(and Kenichi proclaimed) alien.

“Yikes. He’ll be ok but I slammed him way harder than I usually do. Jeez, when will people learn not to sneak up on me?”

Notes:

And that closes the Yuka Izumi starter/saga.

She'll be around and getting her daily dickings though. Next up will confuse and surprise you.

Chapter 4: Meek Inheritance

Chapter 4: Meek Inheritance

A couple weeks later…
An empty Building...

“So the kid got beat?”

The sounds of heavy thuds filled the headquarters of this branch of Ragnarok. Some of the men cowered to the side lest they be pulled into the whirlwind workout of their boss. The only one who was semi close was the Lieutenant and aide, Shiratori. The fluffy blonde androgynous assistant always maintained a close reach in order to serve.

“I’m afraid it's true, Lady Kisara. It seems that Tsuuji was able to defeat Kenichi Shirahama quite badly. He had to retreat so as to not receive a broken leg.”

The boss, Kisara Nanjou, laid a three jab hit on the punching bag before leveling a side kick, making the bag fly up before falling back down from gravity. Kisara was well toned in body and mind. Her muscles were lithe with her taekwondo kicks packing serious power. Her red hair was cut short and unkempt, topped by a green hat she never took off. Despite her ruthless fighter vibe, she was still a beautiful young woman.

Despite small oranges for breasts, her hips and ass more than made up for it. Those cut jeans, especially the right side which showed bare leg all the way up to her thigh, made sure everyone knew how fit she was.

She stopped the bag from hitting her with another kick.

She sighed as sweat trailed down her cheek and to her sports bra. “Well so much for that. What about Takeda and Okita?”

“We’re still keeping an eye on them. You need only give the word and we shall deliver swift punishment. Although, Koga may still be out since Tsuuji threw him for a loop.”

“Meh. Not much of a loss. Is Shirahama still at school?”

“He wasn’t at the Gardening club yesterday and none of our scouts have seen him across town.”

Kisara considered this. Considering what happened with Sukube the first time, there was a good chance the kid went for some training. That means by the time he comes back, he’ll have grown again.

The redhead liked the sound of that. His growth was kinda crazy for someone described as weak knees by everyone at school but the results spoke for themselves. He was putting up with her pawns and managed to take on and turn her two out of three of her Lieutenants. It woulda been nice to have someone like that under her.

She blushed a moment before she shook it off.

Besides, he was challenging her.

And challenges had to be met.

A phone ring suddenly came up. Shiratori answered it.

“It is Lady Freya. You’re being summoned for an assignment, Lady Kisara.”

“Oh? Well, duty calls.” A chance to fight alongside Freya? Kisara was all over it.

Just as she was about to go home and hit the showers, one of her boys called out. “Uh Boss, what about Kenichi?”

“Fool. This is Freya, so it's Seven Fists business. What do you think matters more?”

That cowed him good.

“Besides, way I see it I win either way. Tsuji beats the kid, I beat him. If the Kid wins, I get to fight him. Nothing to worry about at all.”

After all, what kind of silly thing could a freshman get up to in order to challenge her, the Upcoming Eight Fist?

----DED----

“HOT! HOT! HOT!” Kenichi was experiencing a dance of death.

Well more like a dance of pain. He was walking (read: hopping) across a bed of hot coals. It was all to improve his footwork. The faster he was, the less pain he was in. It was also part of courage building.

For if a man doesn't hesitate when walking over fire coals, what can't he do?

Apparently have fun until he mastered his courage and jumped off a cliff into the waters.

This isn't fair! This was going to be my time to play with Miu! He cried in his head. Oh and Izumi.

Speaking of his fellow freshman student, she was going through her own test.

“F-five…-six…” Izumi was trying, bless her heart. She was giving it her all to do the standard push ups despite never having done them before in her life. The gym exercises she’d done before didn't seem so bad.

And yet, Kenichi still had trouble believing he had a kouhai disciple now. Even with the explanation the Elder gave.

-----

“Well since she’s already said that she wants to help out with your condition, she’ll need a stronger body. Remember Kenichi that the martial arts aren’t just used to defend those who can’t fight, but to also cultivate the body and mind.”

Kenichi, Izumi, and Miu sat in awe of the Elder's words.

He smiled kindly and directed his words to Izumi. “Besides much like with fighting, anything marital should be done with partners with the knowledge of what to do. There’s nothing like a partner who’s able to tango with you. Is that something you’d be interested in, Miss Izumi?”

-----

Kenichi finished his own workout and walked over to Izumi. "Are you doing?” Kenichi once she finished.

“T-ten!!” The schoolgirl finally collapsed. She was sweaty and bone tired. “I…I’m ok.”

“Apapapa! Appachai has fresh water for Farmgirl!” Said Gentle Giant appeared from nowhere with a bucket and ladle. He pulled Izumi up and gently fed the water to her. The girl took it by force and tried to gulp it down.

“Izumi. Slow down.” Akisame’s voice broke through her haze. “Trying to drown yourself in refreshing water won’t help. Even in resting, you must exercise control or you’ll hurt yourself.”

“Yes, sir.” This time she drank it slower.

“Now, let's take a five minute break, Kenichi. Don't worry, we'll have you diving or die trying.”

“Akisame-sensei, why did you say it like that?"

"Are you sure Kenichi can't join us girls on the beach? We should all be having fun!"

Izumi you are a saint. A wonderful person.

An evil chuckle sent a shudder up Kenichi's spine. The chuckle also clapped its hand on his arm, almost sending him to the ground. "Yeah but for this one, the work is never done. He asked us for advanced techniques and we plan to give it to him."

Sakaki pulled Kenichi to his feet but also kept an arm on him. With Kensei and Kotetsu next to him, it looked like the Masters were wolves about to devour a sheep.

"After all, that mophead is gonna be gunning for ya Shrimp. If you wanna uphold that justice of yours, then you gotta train."

"Ugh. I know…I know but…"

"Well break's over!" Sakaki lifted Kenichi over his shoulder and turned to walk off.

"No! Wait! I need a longer break!"

"Kenichi. Try to hang in there ok."

Kenichi stopped trying to claw himself free when he gazed at her. Miu's yellow two piece was exquisite. It almost couldn't contain her voluptuous figure. Her ass was full and juicy, her breasts were almost as big as Sakaki's bicep, and all the slender youth of a young woman completed the package.

Thank you God.

"Yeah come on Bro! Hurry up and play with us!"

"We'll be waiting for you."

Kenichi shifted over to his sister and Izumi. While Izumi's one piece had a rather cute charm to it and showed a surprising derriere she was hiding, he will say that Miu's overall package packed a much stronger punch.

That wasn't why his eyes strayed back over to Miu.

Not at all.

He just needed a little motivation to keep going.

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I ran out of motivation! Kenichi mentally cried as he ran into the forest. And I ran away!

He just had enough of this training!

His Masters didn't get it. They didn't know the terror of being unable to swim and being thrown in the water. It was bad enough to not have control of himself when he did that Izumi but not having it in a huge pile of water was worse! He could die!

"Huh?" He was brought out of his thoughts when he spotted someone. "Master Shigure?"

It was his lone female Master. She had a bow and arrow on her back as she faced the river. She took a shot and managed to get a fish.

"Whoa." No matter how many times he saw it, the display of skill from the masters always took his breath away. Mostly from fear because they were doing crazy inhuman things.

But when it comes to Shigure…well it was still fear since it was weapons but it was still awe!

She turned her head to his direction.

"Oh crap!" He tried to get away but it was like a rabbit escaping an Eagle already in flight.

By the time his feet got thumping, the claws had already struck.

A moment later, the two were by a fire Shigure made and enjoying lunch. Fresh cooked fish with a pinch of salt. Why? Because Shigure was always prepared for outdoor cooking.

She must have been in a real relaxed mood since she fed Kenichi and listened to his problem.

Giving her food a swallow she asks, "Shall I teach you? Sw…imming?"

He agreed instantly.

Shigure took him through the lesson slowly. Getting used to the water and coming up for breath. She even somehow watched him from underneath the water.

And when he tried it on his own, he found himself getting it quicker than he thought.

"Yup. That's…it. You will stumble a…round but once you find the smooth rhythm, you get it. That's how I learned." She said with a smile.

Kenichi felt his heart skip a beat when he saw it. Despite the insanity going on, I really can't stop seeing Master Shigure in beautiful light.

He dunked into the water to clear his mind. Going down that route led to pants tightening problems. Though it had been some time since he last did anything sensual.

He waddled over to the shore and sat on the ground. With a sigh, he said, "Thanks again, Master Shigure."

"You're Welcome."

Kenichi blinked. Where was-

Shigure plopped onto his lap. She did it so lightly he didn't even need to grunt from the impact. He did almost do a spit take when he found himself face first in her bandage wrapped boobs.

Kenichi went googly-eyed at having such a feast right in front of him. "Uhm, Master Shigure? Whatcha doin?"

"Rew…ard." She pulled his head down and let it rest on her bosom. "There…e. There."

Kenichi felt so comfortable. To think a woman would let him rest his weary head on her warm bosom. The dream of Everyman. Of all time.

He could hear Shigure's heartbeat. It was a steady rhythm that he found so reassuring. The boy was sure that his own heart was going 50 miles a second from such pleasure.

"Now…"

He heard her say.

"... let's try again."

Try what?

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"Time to use the co…urage to swim."

"THAT DIDN'T MEAN I WAS READY TO TRY AGAIN!"

The Master and Student were back at the cliff. Kenichi, of course, wasn't happy to have returned to his new source of trauma. He can only curse himself for getting lost in Shigure's firm relaxing boobies and letting her lead him here.

He should know better!

"Why not?"

"Master, swimming in a shallow river is one thing. Especially since it was only a moment ago. This!" He pointed at the unassuming cliff side. "Is still an Insane Drop!"

"I beli…eve in you."

That would have been truly heartwarming. If Kenichi didn't know how the Masters were.

"HEEEEY! BIG BRO!"

Kenichi,. carefully, looked over the side. He could see a small dingy waiting at the bottom.

"Honoka? Izumi?"

His fellow gardener waved at him while Honoka cheered and waved. The Disciple smiled. Sure that looked dangerous, what with Honoka being out on the water. But with Izumi there, things would be ok.

Then he saw dorsal fins in the water.

"Oh! Dolphins?"

Unfortunately…

"Those aren't Dolphins!" Shigure announced.

…Those were sharks.

Things became a blur when the danger became apparent. Shigure nailed one of them with arrows. Kenichi dived off the cliff and punched a shark in the face. And the Elder ran on water to finish it off.

A crazy end to another roadblock on Kenichi's trials to become a Hero of Justice. And another notch where Izumi's love for the boy grew.

-----DED-----

"I still can't believe you went off with Kenichi and Miu, Izumi. I didn't hear from you for two whole days." Grumbled Makoto Himeno.

Himeno was a long haired brunette and a long time friend of Izumi's. If Izumi was the dainty princess, then Himeno was the Sworn Knight, and not just because Himeno was in the Kendo club and practiced Naginata martial arts.

Right now, they were changing from swimming class. Makoto was about the same body shape as Izumi except a little more top heavy and less bottom heavy. Sure neither could compete with Miu but they still had their own definite charms.

"Sorry. It kinda sprung up on me at random. And you know…" The glasses wearing second year tapped her fingers together in embarrassment. "It was a chance. I thought I had to."

"Mhmm." Makoto didn't sound convinced. Though she didn't stay mad for too long. "Did you make any progress at least?"

"Maybe? He had eyes on my swimsuit?"

"Oooh?" Now this is what Makoto could work with. "So you did use your feminine charms?"

"Ehehehe." Izumi blushed and kept looking away.

Well good for her. I thought she didn't stand a chance since her opponent is-

"Goddamn, look at them tits."

Both girls heard the whispers. However, before they could turn to see the quiet commotion, they felt a dagger stabbing at their pride. A rather familiar stab at their pride.

Now they didn't want to look. They knew full well what to expect and getting jealous over that nearly every week was tiresome. At least that's what Makoto thought.

Izumi however, took a moment to pump herself up before she did what was painful. She met Miu's C cups with her slight B cups and bravery.

"Hey Miu?"

"Yes, Izumi?"

"I'll be at the dojo tomorrow right?"

"Yup. Can't wait to see you there!" Miu smiled at her before she went to the showers.

"She did it! She met Miu's gaze without looking down."

"Damn I wish I had that fortitude."

"Who knew a mouse like Izumi would face a Lioness?"

Makoto heard the gossip and again she couldn't help but agree. It was crazy how much Izumi seemed to have grown. Maybe she'll be a strong rival against Miu.

But that's all she can be though. Kenichi only has eyes for Miu. I hope Izumi can move on soon.

"Come on, Izumi. Let's get clean and change." She said tapping her friend's shoulder. "Though considering you've got gardening club, it's kinda futile huh?"

Izumi's glasses had a weird shine to them. That brought the Straight A student up short. She'd never seen that gleam before.

"I wouldn't say that." Izumi said, making the moment pass. "Gardening has been quite fulfilling for me."

Izumi practically skipped to the showers.

Makoto narrowed her eyes. Now she knew something was going on. And she'd find out what.

Notes:

Another chap in and Kisara introduction. She's a comin!

This is also a cool down to see where everyone is. Though we also added a new girl. Look forward to Makoto next.

Chapter 5: Naginata Hime Appears!

Chapter 5: Naginata Hime Appears!

 

I really shouldn’t be doing this. Makoto thought as she snuck around the Kouryou school. She was managing to appear nonchalant as she walked but as she got closer to the back of the school and to her target. Peeking around the corner, she saw the Greenhouse.

Kenichi and Izumi weren’t in sight so they had to be inside.

She didn’t know why she felt like there was something more going on with Izumi but she knew her friend had changed somehow. The past few days, Izumi had stood a little straighter and she had been able to look Miu in the eye. And call her crazy but it felt like Izumi had something that gave her an edge over Miu.

Miu! The one with beach ball boobs and ass! Against her, Izumi should be feeling pangs of envy like Makoto and others felt.

So let’s see if my theory is right.

She kept herself low and tiptoed to the left side of the plant place. She managed to find a spot that was covered in plants so she could be safe from being discovered. Finding a good spot, she peeked over a flower po-

Makoto’s jaw dropped.

Izumi?! She couldn't believe it! Why’s there a penis in her mouth?!

The question would receive no answer and Makoto was stuck watching the lecherous scene. It was almost a nightmare. Seeing Izumi, sweet meek Izumi, looking up at Kenichi as the boy forced her to swallow his trouser snake. The weak-kneed wimp had completely flipped the script as one of his hands had almost a possessive grip on Izumi's ponytail and the other on her head.

Makoto could even see the bulge the long thick dick made when it went down Izumi's throat.

It was so obscene.

And yet it was so hot.

The fact it was taking place between two people she knew was amazing. Izumi was her friend. And Kenichi, despite being a wimp, was kinda cute.

And they were doing something naughty.

She gripped her skirt and leaned against the wall. They still didn't see her and just kept it up. There was an itch in her panties and she wanted to tend to it. She knew she wanted to masturbate to this and knew that it was wrong.

It was Kenichi she was about to touch herself to. The boy that her best friend was currently sucking off.

God there's so much wrong here.

She watched as Izumi went in deep. She was sure that the bespectacled girl's nose was touching his crotch right then and there. She then pulled back and released the co-

Holy shit, it is big!!

Kenichi let out an appreciative sigh even as Izumi continued to lick his dick. “That's amazing Izumi. I almost can't feel my legs.”

“Thanks Kenichi.” She replied. Her face was so wet and messy. The whole situation was messy. If it wasn't the drool at the side of her mouth, it would be the cock so close to her brow that was drenched in her spit and his precum.

The smile on her face as she tended to the cock was oddly heartwarming though.

“Thanks. I didn't think you'd want to do this here.”

She kissed the tip. “It's fine. Mrs. Oni is really nice and hands off with the place since it's so peaceful. It's our little private house.” She giggled at the idea. “Besides, this little guy looked like he needed relief.”

“Sorry. I feel like it's been out of control recently. I promise I won't take up too much of your time.” Kenichi apologized.

Izumi quietly huffed. Even when she was sucking him off, he was so considerate. She loved it about him but he didn't need to do it so much.

She caught sight of her watch on her wrist. Almost thirty minutes to six.

“Oh. Sorry Kenichi but we've got to get back to the mulch and the Snow Prince before we leave so I'll have to go fast.” Izumi then grabbed his cock with both hands.

She then went back to work.

Kenichi went cross eyed as Izumi’s technique went into overdrive. He couldn't hold back the moans anymore and nearly collapsed as everything about him was getting drained from his penis.

What he didn't know was that this result was from Izumi taking her time and revving up his engine for the past few minutes. He didn't even notice since he was enjoying the sensation so much and the smooth pace was something that flowed nicely with him. So after rising the wave of Izumi’s oral, when she went for the kill, he blew.

His hands raised on instinct and he grabbed her by the pigtails.

He pulled her in and made sure his cock was back in her throat as his semen flew. Izumi, not to be outdone by the passion, just drank and drank it. After four guzzling swallows with no trace of overflow, Kenichi finally let go.

“Sorry.” He rasped.

Izumi let him go with a pop.

The young woman stood up and fixed her uniform and glasses. With a mellow smile that belied the filthy deed she just did, she said, “Now let's get those plants something to drink.”

By the time the two lone gardeners got their after school chores done, the voyeur was long gone. Shamed and embarrassed, but gone.

-------DED---

“Hiyaah!”

Miu danced like a wild bird feather as she laid waste to the hoodlums that had appeared. It was the new routine ever since Kenichi became a fellow disciple. And really, Miu was glad for it.

Cleaning up the riff raff when they harassed innocent people was the best way for her to see the fruits of her training.

She jump kicked one guy in the sternum in order to launch off him and get to the next person. Before she landed between three others, she balanced her body and touched the ground with one hand. With an outrageous display of strength and speed, she spun her legs around like a helicopter and took all three out.

Miu flipped and landed in a crouch after her attack. It was done.

She stood up with a stretch and sigh of a job well done. And how was Kenichi doing?

“Yahh!”

Kenichi had dodged a slash from a gang member’s knife and threw his bolas. The capture weapon latched onto the bad guy so quickly he didn’t have time to dodge and found his hands and feet bound and unmovable. He tried to stay upright on tippy toes but fell over all the same.

“Yes! I did it again!” Kenichi cheered.

“Great job Kenichi.” Miu said.

“Hehe. I never thought I’d pick up a weapon and use it against people.” Kenichi went over to the bound guy and gave him a quick chop to the head. The enemy was out cold, letting him retrieve his bola. “But I’m actually really glad that Shigure gave this to me.”

“Mm!” Miu nodded. “Remember Kenichi: it’s all Martial arts. You have to find the one that works for you. Be it fist, feet, or rope.”

“It still feels weird to be fighting with it though.” Kenichi finished rolling up the weapon. “Also does it seem like it gets longer when I tie people up?”

“I...I think it does. But it’s not like you use the bola on me.”

Kenichi blushed and looked away from her.

Miu knew why. The few times the two had tried to use the bola against each other, his aim was awful.

A window.
One of the training dummies.
And the wall. So many times at the wall.

For some reason, he just couldn’t hit her.

And yet when he trained with Shigure, he could do it. He managed to snag her the few times they trained together. And then That kept happening…

Kenichi’s bolas were perverted. He was channeling his perverted Kenichi energy into them. How else could the rope end up tying up the Weapon’s Master in such a sexy way? Rope shouldn’t be able to bind breasts like that! Kensei Ma had been insufferable for days!

And then there was the nightly stuff…!

“Uhm, Miu?”

Her eyes snapped to Kenichi who flinched back in fear. He had his hands up in a defensive posture with both legs tensed and bent. The correct way to get ready.

Kenichi was ready to run like hell if need be. It made Miu remember herself and take a slow deep breath. Her anger was still there but the fire had calmed down.

Goodness. I’ve never gotten that angry before. What’s wrong with me? She then gave Kenichi an embarrassed smile. “Hehehe. Sorry Kenichi. Something else was on my mind.”

“Oh.” He relaxed but came a smidgen closer. He was worried. “If it’s anything I can help with, just let me know. I don’t get many chances to help you so I’ll take any chance that comes up.”

Miu smiled. Kenichi was a good friend.

So why was she irritated?

-------DED----------

Two days later…

Kenichi stood before an empty storage shed.

In his hands was a slip of paper. He had found it at his locker this morning. It was a letter of challenge, written in impeccable calligraphy.

This left Kenichi stumped. There was now ay this was related to Ragnarok. The chances of any of them having such a deft hand in the written arts were as good as Kenichi not dying to one of Apachai’s serious fists.

So that meant only one thing…

“I can’t believe I’m getting a new opponent.” Kenchi grumbled. “Things are crazy enough with all these gang members! Who could I have possibly pissed off?”

He could just blow it off. None of the thugs had ever attacked him in class(mostly because they would never catch him if he could help it). Plus just outright refusing was always a choice. There was always a chance this challenger was a random dojo thing and they’ll be reasonable.

Unfortunately…

The Masters… Kenichi’s face fell. If this was some sort of ploy by the Masters, then there was no getting out of it. Whether he ran or hid, they always found him and it was back to training and terror.

“Might as well get this over with.” He said morosely.

He entered the storeroom. It wasn’t well maintained but at least the lights were working. Whatever packages and items that were kept in here had been moved. It gave the center of the room a ring-like structure.

And in the center of the room was…

“Uhm, do I know you?”

“We’re in the same class Shirahama!” She shouts back. “I’m Makoto Himeno and I’m here to kick your ass!”

Makoto had dressed the part of an attacker. Or a stage drama version of a fighter. Her school uniform had been traded for almost miko-like garments. White kosode and red Hakama pants. It looked great on her. Actually it made Kenichi think she'd be cuter in a princess kimono instead.

He shook his head. Quit ogling. Didn't she say she was here to kick my ass?

“What did I do?”

Makoto huffed as she reached behind her. There has been a linen pole that he didn't really pay much attention to. That changed when Makoto picked it up and the wrapping fell away fro-

“Is that a Naginata?!”

The weapon was nearly as tall as Kenichi was. The staff itself was amber brown in color with a golden yellow rim where the wooden "blade was affixed at the top.

Makoto spun the weapon in one hand before assuming an aggressive stance. “Luckily for you, I'm only here to beat your ass. Not kill you. Though I bet a Shodan rank beating will leave you broken.”

“A black belt?!” Kenichi was starting to take steps back. I think I better leave.

“Don't even think about it!” Kenichi had to blink. Was he seeing a fiery aura behind Makoto? “Don't think you can escape judgment after what you did to Izumi!”

Shirahama blinked. “Izumi? What do yooooooooo-”

It clicked. There was only one thing that anyone would want to murder him for.

Kenichi went pale and his stammering came out in full force. He wanted to plead innocence and explain himself. Which can't happen because it boiled down to him taking Izumi’s virginity.

Fuck!

“And now prepare yourself!” Makoto crouched then launched herself at Kenichi.

He moved to the side and avoided a blow to the stomach.

“Wait! I don't want to fight! I can't fight you!”

“And why not?!”

“Cause it's wrong to fight girls!”

“It's wrong to fuck them against their wills, you idiot!”

Kenichi flinched but then ducked. Makoto had tried for a wide swipe but missed when Kenichi hit the ground.

Or at least that's what he thought.

Makoto exercised a great amount of control as she was able to stop her swing before the blunt blade went too far out. Instead, she jerked her arm and swung down.

Kenichi brought his arms up and took the blow.

It didn't hurt as badly as Akisame’s drills or even Apachai’s deadly kicks but Kenichi grunted in pain all the same.

Makoto does have skill and strength. If I was the old me, that would've broken my arm. He thought as he told away before she could strike him again.

As he got to his feet, he gaped as he realized she followed him.

Makoto did not let up on her assault. Baring her teeth like a deadly Hanya, she struck and struck to unleash pain on Kenichi. Kenichi’s panic morphed into his need to defend.

Just think of the swings as fists. See them coming and block them.

He did so and now he was blocking the attacks. The blunt damage still hurt when it smacked at his arms and torso but at least he was doing better.

“Makoto it isn't what you think!” He cried out.

“You stuck your dick in Izumi ‘s mouth!”

“There's context for that!”

“So you didn't force her!?”

“Not that time! We were ju-”

“What do you mean the first time?! How long have you been molesting my friend?!” Her attacks were getting faster.

The downside was that as good as she was, Kenichi's endurance and stamina was better. The longer he held his own, the quicker she would lose her strength in her anger.

Kenichi saw this. He knew it was the way to go to solve this peacefully. If he could just have a minute to catch his breath and think, he could explain. It wouldn't assuage his faults but he could explain.

And he wouldn't violate his principles again.

He didn't get that feeling like he had with Izumi at first. Maybe he was getting better at controlling it.

Kenichi used a backflip to escape another wide swipe. Makoto was panting and sweating. Her glare never let up.

Kenichi felt his eyes dip down to her breasts as they jiggled beneath her costume before he shook it off. Oh come on! I just said I was controlling it!

“Not yet.” The schoolgirl muttered. She met Kenichi's gaze even as she took deep breaths. “Not yet.”

She then spread her legs shoulder length apart, knees slightly bent. The Naginata held in both hands with the tip aimed at his torso.

She was preparing to attack.

------DED----------

“Hehehhehehehehe! I had no idea that such an amazing piece of gossip was hiding right under my nose!” Haruko Nijima cackled from outside the shack.

The alien-like student had followed Kenichi when he caught wind of the challenge letter. It was a glorious chance to make another narrative to entice the masses to join the Shinpaku alliance!

So he was confused when he discovered it was the gardener girl's friend who was picking a fight with Kenichi.

And what was this about having his penis in Izumi Yuka’s mouth?

“Have I been lagging in my duties as a snoop? How did this elude me?” He questioned as he made a quick text and sent it to Miu. Let the beautiful girl handle things since it was a girl Kenichi was fighting. “And that's my civic duty for today.”

Nijima decided to enjoy the show. Maybe get some new information about Makoto Himeno.

She was skilled at Naginatajutsu. Good thing that blade wasn't real. Niijima was kinda scared of it for a second.

After minutes of ducking and dodging, Makoto had decided to stop playing around and use a special move.

“Oh my. An actual black belt Naginata move? Excellent.” He chuckled in delight. A new entry for data.

Makoto jumped at him and from on high, her long blade flashed like a martial arts movie. It was so fast that Nijima felt even he would have trouble dodging it. For ol Kenichi, that was gonna leave a bru-

Kenichi dodged them all.

Eh?

Kenichi closed in and whacked the weapon out of Makoto’s grasp. He had entered her guard so easily.

Eh??

He then moved his arms in a wavy way that had Makoto’s arms held behind her back and secured. It brought the two teens so close in each other's personal space that Makoto was helpless and blushing.

Then Kenichi kissed her.

EHHHHHHHH?!

Notes:

Kind of forgot about this one. My bad.

So a new girl, one some may be familiar with. STay tuned for the desire to explode.

Chapter 6: Himeno Sweep

Chapter 6: Himeno Sweep

 

Makoto had launched herself into the air. This was the technique she studied that put the strength into her legs and into her thrusts. As gravity took hold, her forward piercing move would gain extra oomph. It was risky if the opponent was faster than her and the impact of landing was a problem.

But she had been blinded by her rage. Her Dou fighting style.

She was so sure she had him. She could almost smell the fear on him.

But then Kenichi changed.

Makoto could only watch as the fearful look of the perverted boy melt away at a breath. His face became shadowed by his hair and his whole posture relaxed. When Makoto’s weapon almost made contact, Kenichi just…flowed into it. She thrusted three times. And three times, Kenichi moved in the opposite way. On the third strike, he hopped towards her.

His free flowing hands knocked her weapon out of her grasp. He then opened his arms and let her fall into his embrace. Makoto thought quickly and brought her arms up to create a chance to escape.

Gravity then completed its job and the two were back on the ground.

But Makoto wasn't done yet. Her creating space in Kenichi's hug allowed her to duck down and escape. She was going to follow up her tactic with a hard right, straight into his crotch. Kenichi caught the fist.

He then spun her around and pulled her to her feet.

Himeno was momentarily dizzy and distracted. Kenichi, even in his current state, was determined to catch her. During her spinning, Kenichi pulled both her hands together and closed his hand around her wrist. The spin completed, Kenichi pulled her into his chest.

The two looked like they were on the cover of a romance novel. A raunchy one where the action was about to begin.

Makoto blinked and managed to right herself. And found her face smashed against a chest. A man's chest.

A rock hard man's chest.

Is this Kenichi’s chest? Wow. The training he's been doing has been damn effe-

“No wait!” She yelled, pulling herself off his chest. “Let me go, Shirahama! Or I'll -”

His lips molded to hers.

Makoto’s brown eyes grew wide. Her mouth dropped open in shock.

Kenichi didn't waste a moment and snuck his tongue in.

Makoto couldn't believe it. She was experiencing a level two kiss from a cheating asshole. And it was her first kiss!

As the daughter of a well off family, such things like intimacy was to be reserved for when she came of age and chose a partner. And yet now…!

It's…it's good…

Kenichi's technique was rough. He was taking command of everything as his tongue mapped out her teeth and tongue. Makoto couldn't understand why but she found herself letting him do it.

A couple of times, there was a moment where they broke contact and Makoto could breath. The next moment, Kenichi filled her mouth again.

Her body was becoming hot. She was running out of breath.

Just before she could see stars and pass out, she was set free.

Makoto let her head flop and rest against Kenichi's chest again. She felt so weak. So much so that it felt that if Kenichi lifted her up, she would be light as a feather.

She looked up into his eyes. They were blank.

What is going on with him? She thought.

She noticed his hand moving and closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. She couldn't stop. He had already shown that.

I can't believe I'm giving up. Damn you Kenichi.

She felt something come loose. She opened her eyes to look down. Her Priestess clothing was coming apart. Her red Hakama strings broke at her hips and fell, revealing her panties. Next her top was undone, uncovering the binded breasts and her tummy.

She looked like a Defeated priestess, about to be defiled.

Kenichi brought her closer to him and slightly lifted her up. She gasped as she felt her toes leave the ground. Himeno was now completely dependent on the blank faced pervert holding her.

How embarrassing. Makoto thought.

Kenichi latched on to her nipple. The young woman gasped.

But what she felt wasn't pain, well not entirely pain.

What she felt was pleasure.

Himeno wasn't one to play with her breasts when she pursued self pleasure. She usually just got to business with her crotch with nary a thought paid to exploring her body. As a young lady of stricter upbringing, such thoughts didn't really hit her as it would a regular girl.

So she had a big weak point.

One that Kenichi made good use of. His one hand and tongue blurring between the two perky points on her bosom and the underside as well. She brought a hand to her mouth to silence her unladylike moans and tried to get him to stop with words.

“Kenichi…stop…no more. This…thiooohhh!” He had brought his hand down to the valley of her vagina. Calloused long fingers teased her fold. Makoto was struck cold at the sensation.

Someone else is touching me there. It's so different. His fingers are..are…oooh!

She imagined a popping sound when his finger broke through her closer folds and entered her. Again, his finger was bruised so it was rough going in. A flare of pain did rise up in that moment.

But then…

Wiggle. Wiggle.

His finger moved and she found Euphoria. It was just the first knuckle but it revved up her body. She didn't think it could get better.

She forgot a finger was more than the first knuckle.

Little by little, Kenichi opened her walls. As he did, she felt her body betray her and bend to him. Her vagina was leaking now. The juices flowing down her legs and passing through Kenichi’s hand and her panties.

Oh god. It feels like I've wet myself. And that heat in my crotch. It's bigger than any time I've done it!

Just a little more. Just a little…!

Kenichi removed his hand. In fact, she felt him let her go.

What?

The next moment, she felt herself floating in the air. She hadn't jumped to attack Kenichi though. Did he throw her?

And suddenly, she was back to being held in arms. Except this time, Makoto found her legs up in the air. Her long pale legs now dangled over Kenichi's shoulders while he held her close, holding her body in his arms.

And his pants were down, exposing his penis.

Ah. There it is again. How does Kenichi have such a scary looking penis?

Her question would go unanswered. She was so hazy and lust crazed she only watched as Kenichi got himself into position and pushed.

With one strong push, he entered the faux priestess.

“Ahhh.”

It happened. Makoto watched as the pulsing angry head of Kenichi’s dick pushed against her and slid into her. The fingering had made her pussy almost too easy and open. A small tic formed in the back of her head at the idea.

Yeah, she was defeated and she was being banged but she wasn't easy!

“Ooh.” The anger receded when Kenichi pushed in further.

Oh yeah. He's not in all the way.

The cock now was almost all in. There were only inches that kept the underside of Makoto's pert ass from meeting Kenichi’s balls. And yet, the dazed young man did not push all the way in.

“Why'd you stop?” She asked.

He didn't answer. Instead, his hips pulled back.

“Ahhh. Wait. What are you…?” Makoto’s words died off into pleasurable moans as the cock pulled back. Her pussy was trying to make him stay. Perhaps she feared the empty space that he left in his wake?

Or maybe it was the scratch of flesh against flesh that sent the sparks along her spine?

Whatever it was, Kenichi pulled back only to halt before leaving her completely.

He then slammed all the way in. Hilt to hilt, his cock met the deepest region of her pussy. Her womb.

What the hell?! I thought he would be gentle! Makoto thought. Currently she is in a backwards slump. It was only thanks to Kenichi’s odd strength that kept the young woman in his arms. Her mouth was open in a silent scream.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

And then Kenichi finally got to business.

In and out, Shirahama was now fucking Himeno. She moaned and moaned, no longer able to say words. The most she could do was move her hands and wrap them around Kenichi's shoulders. It could have been a last ditch effort to choke him.

Or it was just to give her something to hold onto.

The image made for quite the erotic romp.

Her pussy flooded with the combined love juices that she was producing and the pre-cum from Kenichi. It made such a mess. It sounded so dirty.

Moments into their romp, she noticed he was going faster and his cock had just tingled. She didn't know what it meant but she did know that the pleasure was coming in faster.

Yes.Yes.Yes.Right there! Oh god there! Just a little more! I'm almost-

“I'm cumming.” Kenichi muttered.

“Whu-?”

Makoto Himeno felt it. The cock inside her buzzed and then exploded. She felt the blast of love juice from Kenichi cover the whole of her insides. There was so much that she knew that it would overflow.

Kenichi drew her in close and sealed his victory with a kiss. Himeno would have objected or been disturbed to have herself taken like this if she wasn't far off in creampie land. Instead she laid back in Kenichi's arms, out of breath and sweaty. She could feel the slimy coating he had given her moving in her stuffed pussy and leaking out of her.

He's done it…

Her vagina was conquered.
Her body was conquered.

Surely the young woman would fall to sleep. Defeated and exhausted.

Except…

Wait…I didn't cum yet.

Makoto Himeno’s mind blinked as this fact registered.

And in that moment, she felt gypped. All that fighting and her defeat. And the moment where he took her virginity.

All so she would not get to cum.

Anger began to bubble in her. At the injustice of it. At the very idea of not being made to get to her own peak when she was just right there!

Hell no!

Her arm latched out and grabbed Kenichi.

“What?” His eyes had returned to normal. He had only a moment to wonder at the amazing feeling on his crotch and nearly cry in despair at what he's done. The second he had, he found himself face to face with Himeno.

“How dare you…” She growled.

“M-Mrs.Himeno? W-whut happened? When did I-”

“You think you can fight me, beat me, and fuck me all you want?” Her words were like bigger Naginatas that pierced Kenichi's body a thousand times over. Once more the boy who proclaimed himself feminist and that he would never harm a woman had failed.

God, I'm the lowest of the low. He cried in his mind.

“You think you can do all that…and just leave me unattended?!” She roared.

Kenichi blinked.

“I haven't cum yet you bastard! Don't think we're finished here!”

“But I-”

Wham!

He was not allowed to speak. The girl delivered a quick jab to his chest. The force of it knocked his equilibrium off and sent him off his feet. Luckily he had a lot of experience for being sent flying so he landed on his back, not worse for wear.

The grunt of pain from the five foot tall girl falling on his crotch was relatively minor compared to Miu’s take down techniques. The squeeze clutching his cock however did make him squeal.

Kenichi opened his bawling brown eyes and beheld Makoto holding him by the shaft in one while the other pushed him down by the chest. He wanted to protest but the look in her eye told him to shut up.

Kenichi was making strides in his courage but a pissed off woman was still way outside his level.

“Hold still.” Makoto muttered. She needs a moment to aim Kenichi's rod. A good thing that it was still hard.

She found her spot and sunk herself back in the cock. She moaned as he easily slid in. The wet slop from the previous creampie and their wet crotches made for the best lube.

“There. Yes. Right there. There we go.” The young woman was bouncing again.

Kenichi found himself treated to a.great treat. Himeno’s was a body that many girls hoped they could get. Well trained with a slight hourglass. While Miu was the ideal they probably wanted to get, Himeno was what they could be with some training and attention paid to how she carried herself.

A slap interrupted Kenichi's thinking.

“Hey! Stop gaping like a dry fish. Move your hips. Put that dick to good use!”

“Yes Ma’am!”

Kenichi grabbed her by the hips and thrusted. That sent stars into Makoto again. The sex was starting up again and as the young woman could hear her ass clap against Kenichi as his cock worked her pussy over, she felt her peak fast approaching. Who knew that if he tried, Kenichi could be good at things?

Makoto began to go really wild, switching from holding herself on the front to balancing with one hand on Kenichi’s knee. Tilting back allowed the boy to hit a particular itch that, and made an odd protrusion on her stomach, Makoto found her peak hitting.

“Right There! Right There! YES! YES!”

At long last, she burst.

Her pussy clenched and the lady orgasm came like a runaway faucet. Apparently Himeno was a squirter. Her love juice leaving her and Kenichi's connected crotches with a downpour to deal with.

Makoto took slow deep breaths and she came down from the high. She almost reached a moment of clarity…until she felt Kenichi was still hard inside.

“Oh?” She leered down at him. “Still hard eh? Expecting a little more? First you leave me hanging and now you're expecting me to get you off? After you already made use of me?”

“No! I mean yes! I mean, I'm sorry!”

“Well fine! Get ready Shirahama! I'll show you!”

“Show me what?!” He squawked, a moment before he was tackled back down as their filthy rut began again.

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Outside the little hut of ill repute, Haruko Nijima had just rebooted his alien brain back to coherency. It was just by luck that his body froze in place and didn't fall over. It wouldn't do to break the camera he had brought with him.

Only for investigative journalism of course.

Except now, his little camera had just gotten footage on the hottest piece of blackmail information ever!

But why the hell does it involve weak Knees Kenichi?! What the hell happened?! He's supposed to be a wimpy virgin like me!

“Wha-Wha-Wha-”

Whack.

“Ack…” Niijima fell over in a dead heap.

“Sorry, Niijima.” Miu said with a bow to the fallen alien boy. It would be out for a while. Just long enough for this whole mess to be cleaned up.

The blind bespectacled Furinji then turned her attention to the inside of the shack. Sure enough, Kenichi and Izumi’s friend were still going at it in a fit of passion.

Jeez. I can't believe Kenichi went after another girl. She shook her head at the sexy display, ignoring the feelings welling up inside her. So what if Kenichi was now two for two for other girls he was intimate with. Miu only wanted to be friends with him and friends don't dick down friends.

“I-I mean friends don't dictate who they date.” Miu said to herself.

It wasn't that convincing since she kept peeking in on said friend and just watched his cock get claimed by another girl. The way it just kept disappearing into the somehow dominant girls pussy was mesmerizing. The girl just seemed to love it so much the way she was working herself on it.

With how Kenichi usually was, she wondered if this was his preferred way. With the girl on top and him working to make her climax.

The image inside the shack started to blur. It wasn't the other freshman student that was claiming Kenichi. With long brown hair and determined brown eyes changing to blonde ponytail and piercing blue loving eyes, it was obvious that the new girl wa-

Miu slapped herself out of that fantasy delusion.

“I'll go get Izumi. We need a change of clothes for whoever that is.”

With that she took off like the wind. In her hurried state, Miu wasn't really paying the critical attention she usually has to her surroundings.

Or else she would have noticed a certain upperclassman walking over to the shack, curious to what had sent her (self-proclaimed) rival off on a run.

“What happened to this alien kid? Wait. Is that that Shirahama boy she's always with? What th-”

Chihiro Takashima slapped a hand to her mouth. It worked since the rutting going on inside hadn't stopped. The carnal beast that was Shirahama holding onto some freshman as his shocking cock drove into her over and over again. Actually it seemed more like the girl was commanding him to fuck her.

What? Why did Furinji leave? Did she know? Did her boytoy get stolen?

A dozen questions flashed through the tall Junior student's head before an awful idea began to take root.

I can use this…

Chapter 7: Chapter 7 Moments about Miu

Days Later…

“Arms wide. Swing and twist. And leg up.” Miu recited her workout regiment as she stood next to her newest training rival and acquaintance. She smiled at Makoto Himeno. “You’re doing really well Ms. Himeno. Your form is so resilient and you know how to keep your poise.”

“Thanks, Miu.” Makoto replied with a bit of an edge. Not against Miu but on keeping up with the workout. It was just a little more than what she usually did but she could hack it. If Kenichi could, so can she!

The young woman was dressed in a traditional white gi but with one additional piece. There was an orange stripe attached to her belt. It helped signify her level when it came to Naginatajutsu.

It even came with a thumbs up from Shigure.

“I gotta say, seeing you being good at martial arts doesn’t really come as big of a shock as I thought.” Makoto said as they resumed a natural standing position. “You’ve always carried yourself like a deadly weapon from what the gymnastics girls say.”

“Dangerous weapon? But I’ve been taking things nice and calm! I didn’t blow my cover did I?”

“Let’s just say that you really stand out.”

The two got back into the workout. Miu’s lips quivered as Himeno really gave it her all to keep up.

The brunette had been whisked to Ryozanpaku after her run in and affair thing she had with Kenichi. It was a good thing it was still the early afternoon when Himeno awoke, despite the fact that she did think she had been kidnapped.

She totally wasn’t by the way.

Miu had been annoyed. Like really annoyed that Kenichi got with another random girl when Izumi was right there. But when the five teens had gotten back to the dojo to discuss things, it kinda got a little weird.

Mostly thanks to Nijima.

----DeD----

“AHHHHHH! HELP ME!”

“Nijima calm down. This is my home.” Miu tried to reassure the alien. Unfortunately the Masters were never one to deny themselves the chance to tease new people. “Will you guys please stop that!!”

“Kenichi! Help! No wait! This is your sex cult! Please don't kill me! I'll join! I'll let you do terrible things to my body so please don't kill me!!” The alien quickly latched onto Kenichi. Either to use him as a shield or hope full contact groveling would save him.

“No one's gonna do anything to you, you alien!” Kenichi gave him a good sock just to be sure.

“Good.” A new voice popped up. Out from one of the clinics and through the main hall stepped Makoto. She had put on a robe in haste so one of her legs was stocking out while her cleavage was in full view. Kenichi gaped at it and surprisingly didn’t go into his other mode while the Masters did their usual methods when ecchi stuff popped up.

“Cause this time I’ve got you, Shirahama! Prepare to die!” Declaring that, Makoto pulled out a broom and attacked!

“Wait, wait! I’m sorry!” Kenichi instead of blocking the hit began to run away from Makoto. Along the way, Nijima joined him as well since he had also seen her like this. So she was going to kill him too.

Miu sighed. “Jeez, things are getting too silly around here.”

----DED-----

Thankfully Nijima had been swayed from ever talking about this on pain of death. Of course, he supplied the death part himself. Literally no one said they would kill him but he became convinced of it. He also said he'd repay this favor by being more thorough on digging dirt on Ragnarok and Kisara.

Miu felt bad that he had gotten such a wrong idea but if she couldn’t convince him, it was better to remain mum on it.

Though she did get annoyed when he only assigned Makoto and Izumi as his sex slaves but never insinuated that he would try that on her.

Jeez! It’s not that I want him to do that! I…just assumed he would since he’s been so perverted lately!”

“Uh, Miu?”

“What?!” Miu shouted. She came to her senses when she realized who he was yelling at. “Oh I’m so sorry!”

Makoto waved her hands to calm her down. “I’m fine but are you? You seem kinda pissed.”

“Nonono. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.”

The two stood there quietly.

“...It’s about Kenichi isn’t it?”

“Nope!”

Makoto was not convinced. She was half convinced to let Miu know about her thoughts ever since the blonde came into Weak-Kneed Kenichi’s life. However, with Izumi and Miu’s rivalry heating up, Makoto wasn’t sure how much she could butt in. She wasn’t in love with the guy and she mostly wanted her own little revenge for their previous match.

So…What do I do?

“Whaaa!”

Makoto looked up. “That sounded like Izumi.”

“Oh no! I hope Kenichi hasn’t died again!” Miu said as she took off to see what had been done.

“Right, let’s go.” Makoto followed right behind her…right up till she actually heard what the blonde said. “Wait, he’s died!?”

“Just the one time.” Miu replied.

“Who dies more than once?!”

The answer didn’t come as the two crossed the corner and came to the other side of the compound. Where they saw…

“Oh my!”

“The hell Shirahama?!”

“Wait! This isn't what it looks like!” Kenichi tried to placate the two girls. However the evidence of his actions did not help him look innocent.

Next to him was Izumi. She was bound in the bolo that Kenichi used. The strategically erotic ropes kept her on her knees while keeping them spread apart. Combined with the ropes tightening near her thighs made her clothes press to her body, thus showing off an impressive camel toe. Oh and her hands are bound next to her feet.

“Uggggh.” Izumi whimpered as her body was being shown off like this.

Makoto was at the bespectacled girl's side in an instant. However the attempts to dislodge her from the tangled mess weren't going well. Kenichi tried to get in and help as well.

And that ended up with all three tied up but compromised hilariously.

Izumi's face right in Kenichi's crotch.
Makoto on Izumi's back.
And finally Kenichi grabbed a big old handful of Makoto's jugs.

Simply ridiculous.

Miu sighed at the naughty sight. She had no doubt Kensei Ma was around taking pictures somewhere. The little perv must have been having the time of his life since he infected Kenichi.

“Well that's just silly.” Akisame said as he strolled over. “Let me handle this Miu. Last thing we need is you getting in that pile.”

Miu obliged and let the Judo Master handle it. Not like anything would happen.

She blinked at the thought. And at the twinge on her breast.

The blonde just didn't get why she felt a small heat when Kenichi got into those silly situations. Especially with other girls. Actually before Izumi and Makoto showed up, the problems with Kenichi were…unfortunately more painful than what they were now.

Now…

Miu watched as Izumi laughed with Kenichi as they got off each other. Which caused her go to come little undone, exposing her breasts to the boy. But then Makoto jumped on him and tried to put him in a headlock.

Or choke him.

It all seemed dirty but kinda fun. And yet Miu couldn't participate in it…

------DED--------

Later that evening…

Kensei Ma blew on his teacup. The night was the right shade of cool for a nice hot cup and a bit of conversation. That was why he decided to join Elder Hayato Furinji on the patio.

It was just the two of them tonight. Sakaki had television and snacks to enjoy with Apachai not far behind him. And if he was right, Shigure was entertaining herself handling their cute Disciple's night training.

Oh what I would give to be in his shoes…no. Better not Kensei. Mama would kill you.

“A nice night, eh Elder?”

“Sure is Kensei.” Hayato took a sip and gazed at the clouded moon. “Such a night would make one loose with lips.”

“Not without a little Sake. Though I don't think Shio brought enough to share. And Miu did say the alcohol funds were going to be dry for a couple of months.”

“Ah that's a shame.”

“She was a little spitfire when she said it too. Poor girl's gonna have an aneurysm if she doesn't meditate more.”

“Or maybe if someone calms down their more unmentionable proclivities?” This time Elder raised a brow but he didn't look at Ma.

The Kenpo Master took the rebuke with an embarrassed look.

However it did provide him a moment in.

“Well that would take care of me but there's another unmentionable proclivity being done here. And one Miu’s never taken her eyes off from.” Kensei replied.

The older blond didn't respond at first. He took another drink and let the silence permeate.

Topics of his granddaughter were always a landmine within Ryozanpaku. Being his sole disciple and family, he handled her training as best he could. But he couldn't prepare her for everything, only shield her from the more difficult aspects outside of fighting.

Boys being one of them.

And that's where Kenichi’s presence made everything so much harder but exciting.

Hayato knew what lay in the boy's heart when it came to his granddaughter. Hayato didn't exactly approve, at least not yet but maybe in time…

That was the thought at first, as the Masters saw Kenichi’s slow but unmistakable growth and heroic soul. But then he turned out to be an early bloomer in this one little aspect of fighting.

And now they had two more apprentices and a Miu that was slowly becoming a powder keg.

Hayato let out a sigh. “I'll do all I can but this too is about the challenges of life.”

Kensei nodded. There wasn't much else they could do but handle the fallout. “Daughters and Granddaughters. Truly the downfall of men.”

“You say that as if you have the experience in the matter.”

“Oh just old Chinese wisdom here and there.” Though I do wonder how Renka is doing. Oh dear, has she already gone through with her own sexual battles?

Fear gripped the short martial artist’s heart over his baby girl indulging like that. His tea even went down the wrong tube that had him coughing for a moment. His calm returned after a few heart pounding moments as reason made it past his paranoia.

If anything had happened, Mama Ma would have dragged his butt back home. Even if she didn't know where he was, she would find him. His love had a homing spirit of an Eagle and once her fire was stoked, she would attack.

The fear of returning home to run the Phoenix alliance was always nipping at Kensei Ma’s back but he hoped he could stave it off. Just long enough to see the two crazy kids take off in their own way.

But please never let my daughter meet Kenichi! Please merciful Gods of the Fist! A Father should not be contemplating the exploits of his daughter! Kenichi! Don't break the Master Disciple code!!

----DED---

Why do I have this sense of foreboding? Oh god I'm gonna get attacked tomorrow aren't I?

“Pinch.”

“MNNN!” Kenichi squealed as he felt the soft fingers close on his nipples and squeeze. It hurts! Why were they so sensitive?! Was this what women go through if he did it?!

“Your attention is…elsewhere.” Shigure admonished him. Her own nipples, well breasts really, were also out and free as she continued the nighttime lessons. It was needed considering his recent actions as of late.

Taking another girl.
And trussing Izumi up like that.

Either his Ero Kenichi aura was rising from his non sexual training or he was secretly acting up. For Shigure, it just meant she could teach him another shibari technique.

“Your attempt…on Izumi wasn't ba…d. But it had major weaknesses. If Izumi…was trained, she would have broke..en free easily.” Shigure ‘s gaze bore into Kenichi. “The force of the throw and wrist are imp…ortant. You let it fly weakly…because Izumi is a girl.”

Kenichi nodded. There was no denying that.

“There is…always a chance that the binding can be painful. You can mitigate it but it is inevitable. What matters is that you follow through and end the fight so that no more pain can come for you or them.”

The student balked but couldn't find the fault in her words. He knew that. Just like how Sakaki and the others had told him that follow through was important. If he hesitated, then the enemy would have a chance to put one over him and something terrible would happen.

Just like with shaggy hair with the knife or Tsuji when he tried to break Kenichi's leg.

All the same, Kenichi wasn't sure he could make the strong jump for that. At least not now…

Something in his eyes must have convinced Shigure since she sat up with a nod. Of course, that meant that she was now sitting in his crotch fully. Her toned rear bearing down on Kenichi's length once again, teasing him with the hint of entering but never allowing it.

It was a glorious hell.

“Now then…we need to train..your mouth.”

Kenichi blinked. What did that mean?

The next thing he knew, his mouth was no longer bound. But when he tried to touch his face, he found his hands were still bound. In fact, he was sure his arms were tied together in a different way.

“When did you-?”

He was cut off by ass.

Shigure had switched positions and now she was sitting her fundoshi clad rear on Kenichi's face while her hands worked at his pants. The boy screamed in shock but it was muffled against the Weapon's mistress rear.

“We'll work on your focus elsewh…ere. Boobs are…ok. Now…we do ass and vagina.”

Kenichi’s eyes bugged out as he noticed a taste of something wet collide with his tongue. He poked at it with his appendage and Shigure grunted. With the small knowledge he had over the sounds the Weapons Mistress used, Kenichi had a feeling that it was a good sound.

So he needed to do that again. And keep doing that till she gets off.

Ok. That should be easy.

That thought didn't last long as he felt his cock suddenly enveloped in Shigure’s mouth.

“Ge..t to it. The goal is to make an o…pponent orgasm before you cum. You can't rely on them being paralyzed by your tech…nique.” Shigure said.

And somehow, she did it with a cock in her mouth.

Ok but how?!

Maybe one day Kenichi would learn how but not tonight. Shigure's tongue guaranteed he came first. At the least, he held out longer.

-----DED-----

Days later…

 

“A play…?”

Miu was taking a walk on her own. A few sheets of paper in her hand, detailing a play the drama club would be putting on. It was the old classic Romeo and Juliet.

What she didn't expect was to be scouted to play Juliet!

This was huge! She never saw herself as the actor type or even tried to be dramatic. It was way out of the established character she was trying to be in school.

But it sounded fun!

Her! Miu Furinji, playing a princess. It sounded so dazzling.

“But that means I've got a lot of lines to rehearse.” She muttered holding the stack. She looked the words and stage direction over a brief moment before putting them away.

She couldn't wait to get back to Ryozanpaku and tell everyone.

But first…

Miu went down a different way using her amazing parkour skills to get past a waterway and head a little deeper into the city. She turned the corner and almost skipped to the small alleyway where

"Huh?”

She saw someone crouching in the way.

Slowly she crept up to try to see who it was.

“Hm?” The person pulled back. It was a pretty redhead sporting a green cap. She looked like a rough and tumble customer in her red shirt and cut blue jeans.

Wait… Another look at it showed that the left leg of the jeans was torn off all the way at the thigh.

Those thigh muscles and that stance. She's a skilled fighter. Probably in my league.

The thought excited her for a moment before it went away.

“What?” The older girl called.

*Oh. Well I'm here to see a cat that's usually here.”

“Well you're in luck. He's here today.” She stood up and moved back a little to allow Miu to check. Which the blonde did and to her delight, the light black and white alleycat was there.

“Awww. Here, here.” She made the come hither gesture at the cat. He answered her with curiosity before he deigned to give her a small lick before taking a seat.

Ahhh. This is so blissful. Miu turned to say something to the other girl but she was already walking away. “Wait, don't you wanna pet him a little more? I'm sorry if I cut into your Cat time.”

“I was just curious. Nothing too important.”

“But isn't this the cat toy you brought for him to play with?” Miu held up the item in question. It was a little feather duster that Cats love to claw against.

The capped mystery girl flinched at being found out. “Uh nope. It was actually already there. So I was watching the dumb thing bat at it.”

Miu felt that was a lie. She was going to question it further when she looked out of the corner of her eye. The Cat was now trying to pounce on the feathery end of the cat toy. Since Miu was crouching next to him, the toy was low enough for the slightly pudgy animal to try for it.

It wasn't going well but bless the cat for he was still trying.

Miu cooed again as she held up the toy for him to play with. She could do this for hours but she did have chores and training to do back home.

She didn't flinch when she felt the other cat fun move back to where she was to get a better look at the cat. As expected.

“Be sure to keep it low. Don't let him have it too easy. This one's a scrapper so he'll know if you're pitying him.”

Miu nodded and kept up the fun.

And that's how Miu and her new cat ally met. The older girl never gave her name but that was ok for now. Miu felt they made an unspoken bond now.

Kisara didn't think that but she wouldn't begrudge some other kid being a Cat fan. It was just a little fun away from her idiots and Fist duties.

Come tonight, fools were gonna feel the fist of Valkyrie, the Eight Fist of Ragnarok.

Chapter 8: Chapter 8 Senpai Snare

Chihiro Takashima was a young woman of ambition. To have the adulation of her peers and underlings, she would strive to be the elite of gymnastics. That said, she was a junior and thus only had two more years to establish her legacy.

A trifle issue really. That time frame will only let her soar higher under the strain.

But all her hard work was turning out for naught ever since that fake glasses wearing freshman came.

Miu Furinji. A blonde bimbo of an underclassman who…was too damn amazing!

Chihiro hated the girl but her flexibility and technique could not be ignored or even understated. Looking at Miu Furinji was like looking at a Katana’s deadly beauty. And Chihiro found herself as the ace no longer.

Compared to Miu, the young woman was forever stuck in second place.

So…she had to get rid of her. Find the chunk in Miu Furinji’s armor and take back the title of Ace.

And she knew the perfect way to do so.

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“Hmmm.” Kenichi held the letter in his hand. It was nicely written, with sharp calligraphy with the slightest hint feminine grace and perfume. It was an invitation by a woman.

There was no doubt about it.

“Niijima did this.” Kenichi said before he balled the letter up and threw it away. “Not gonna fall for that again.”

-----DED---------

It was nighttime when Chihiro had a revelation.

“He's not coming.” She said to herself. She was in the little storage room behind the school. Unknown to her, a battle between a Naginata wielding princess and a Horny Disciple had occurred here with a climactic result.

Could she have been spared the same result thanks to his paranoia?

Smart money would say yes.

----DED------

“Romeo. Oh Romeo.”

Miu was neck deep in reciting lines. The drama club enrollment was a spur of the moment thing but now she found herself the star of a play coming up.

The classic tragedy Romeo and Juliet.

She was Juliet and she was going to be playing beside Natsu Tanimoto. An all around nice guy who's gentleness reminded her of Kenichi.

“...” A twinge of annoyance laced through her heart before she went right back to her lines. She had a few minutes before she needed to get home. But before that…

“Ah! Hey there!” Miu waved to her newfound best friend. She spotted the older gal near the alleyway with a carton of milk at her side.

“Hm?” The fellow cat lover leaned back to check. “Oh, it's you, blondie. Just in time to feed the little guy.”

“Yayyy.” Miu stepped right up and crouched beside the orange haired senior. There the little black kitten was staring up at the two girls, curious and playful. Just how Miu loved cats.

A few minutes of bliss went by as they fed the little guy and tried to play with him. Soon, however, other duties began to call.

Kisara got a ring from her phone. She answered it without taking her eyes off the cat.

“Alright then.” She said after a moment. She stood up and stretched, getting a few satisfying cracks out of it. “Gotta get to work. Later, blondie.”

“Ah! And I have to get home to prepare dinner! Oh and I barely got through my lines.”

“Lines? You a drama club kid?”

“Yup! My school’s doing a play. Do you wanna come see it?”

“Hell no. Do I look like someone that cares for that stuff?” Miu was disappointed by the rebuttal. Still, the other girl was a bit curious. “What is it anyway?”

“The classic Romeo and Juliet.” Miu said as she held up the lines.

The mystery girl gave it a cursory glance and rolled her eyes. “Ah, that one. It’d be better if Juliet just kicked everyone’s asses. It’s the only way to get idiots under control.”

“You sound like you’ve had to do that alot.”

“Pfft. I’m a boss. Of course I’ve had to wrangle some subordinate that could figure out his pinky from his toe. Doubt you’ve had it that bad.”

Suddenly Miu got a look in her eye. Memories of the Masters just being the Masters float around her.

Sasaki and his beer bottles.
Apachai breaking things.
Kensei Mai.

“Yeah.” Miu answered in a dull tone. And yet, inside that tone was an undercurrent of anger. Of true annoyance that can only come from doing housework for silly people. “I think I get it.”

Her new mysterious friend blinked but nodded with her in the commiseration for dumb muscle heads.

---DED----

Later…

Kenichi watched forlornly as Miu continued her practice with Akisame.

“Keep your body low.” Kensei commented with a light tap against Kenichi’s sternum. “Try to strike above and far with your palm.”

“Yes sensei.” He did as instructed but his eyes kept drifting over to his blonde friend. It was a shame to say but even he could see that things were getting strained. They hadn’t been able to walk with each other as much anymore, just the two of them. And he could feel a bit of hostility brewing between them after the Himeno thing.

Why libido? Why have you cursed me so? And why couldn’t it have been targeted a-

He stopped. That line of thought was dangerous and not what he wanted. He was the romantic type dammit!

But that did bring up a good question: why hadn’t his lust been directed at Miu?

Kenichi’s gaze kept steady on her as he finished a kata. She looked so alluring as she tried so hard to get the line of delivery for her Juliet part right. But even if she was pretty, she couldn’t really stop someone from noticing the ten feet tall wall of muscle that was her Grandfather.

That’s right! Master Furinji is right there! There’s no way I can compete with that! No one can!

“Jeez Kenichi, the workout’s not that bad. Stop crying already.” Kensei commented with a confused look. “Come on, a few more minutes and I’ll show you an awesome skill.”

“Ok.”

It was probably for the best to keep his mind off Miu for now and focus on training. He still had a Mophead to deal with. Anything after that would just have to come when it does.

----DED------

“This time for sure!” Chihiro mumbled as she wrote down another letter. “That guy was obviously tipped off so I just need another way to get him alone! He won’t escape this!”

With a flourish of her inkbrush, she completed her masterpiece. A Calligraphy made letter of challenge!

“The rumor mill says that that weak looking guy is actually a tough dude that’s always challenging people to fights. So this will get him running right to me. And if he even thinks of putting hands on me…” She pulls out three pocket cameras and a picture. “Then a picture will be just what’s needed to bring him to heel.”

The picture was of him and that bespectacled girl’s friend having sex! The most damning evidence she had in her arsenal and sole thing she needed to break him. She put it in with the letter.

She was sure this was going to work!

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Kenichi was having a fight.

“Get back!” He yelled as he came charging in with a flying kick at Shinnosuke Tsuji. The mulleted fighter didn't even see it coming and went down.

“Tsuji!”

“You bastard! Get him!”

Kenichi moved defensively and managed to deflect and strike back against the two thugs that came with Tsuji. A solar plexus jab and pam strike to the face put them down with their boss.

Kenichi took a moment to breathe. His hands were still up just in case they wanted a second round. Thankfully they didn't.

“Hoo.” He exhaled. “Sorry for the scare, Miss. Are you alright?”

“Oh, I'm just fine.” Kisara cooed as she tugged on her hat and looked Kenichi up and down. “And what luck. To run into someone I was hoping to see.”

“Who, me? Uhm, sorry but do I know you?”

“We've yet to meet but you've been treating my boys to a good trouncing for weeks. Like Takeda the Puncher. Tsuji’s not one of mine though so you actually did me a favor.”

“...Eh?” The dots were connecting. If she was connected to these guys, then she was part of Ragnarok. And the only woman Kenichi heard was part of Ragnarok was…

“Are…are you..?”

“Yup. I'm Kisara Nanjou. Nice to finally meet ya, Kenichi Shirahama.”

Kenichi cried out in fear. Of all the places to run into the Boss of the Bad Guys!

“And now that I've got your attention…,” Kisara bent her knees and got her fists ready. “Let's say we have a match. I've been meaning to give you a try for a while. Not everyone can get a guy like Takeda to turn traitor.”

“Wait! Wait! Can't we discuss this?! Besides, I don't fight girls!”

“Oh?” Now the almost jovial tone was gone.

“I actually can't fight girls! T-there's a problem when I do and I don't want to do that anymore! Ple-”

Swish!

Kenichi didn't even see the strike coming. Too caught up in his excuses and the danger of this match up, he didn't see Kisara’s kick. The scary part was she didn't even scratch him.

No, she cut the bandage that was on his cheek.

So fast! Kenichi had to jump back and get his guard up. This was serious.

“The one thing I don't like…is stupid sexist crap like that. So if you don't wanna die…you better fight!”

Kisara launched herself at Kenichi!

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“Hey, has anyone seen Kenichi?” Miu asked the others.

It was just three Masters at home right now. Hayato was in his study and Shigure was off doing Shigure things. Akisame was looking at the tube while Apachai sat with him, trying to sneak one of Karate master's snacks for his own.

Kensei had a book in his hands. Surprisingly, it wasn't an ero book but a history one. “I believe he went to stop by his house. For a snack that they carry?”

“Oh. I was going to ask him something. If he's gone out, it can wait.”

“Is it for your performance? Perhaps I can help?”

“Nah. Akisame’s all the help I need. You'll just do something stupid.” Miu replied before she walked away.

“Ooh. That was particularly venomous.” Kensei chuckled.

Crackle.

He paused when he was about to go back to reading. Next to him, his teacup has gained a crack at the top of the rim.

“Hmmm.” An ominous sign. And since it was a small one combined with who was out of the house right now…

“I’d better go and check.” He decided. “Hopefully it's not too serious.”

Crackle crack.

“Ok! Ok! I'm going!”

-----DED------

“AAAH!”

Kenichi was launched in the air. He fell on his back but managed to roll over to his front. Knicks across his uniform and cuts littered his arms and most of his torso. His breathing was uneven and he was still scared out of his mind.

Even still…

“You're still sticking to that chauvinist crap, kid?” Kisara nearly growled as she stalked toward him. In contrast to Kenichi, she didn't even look winded.

Of course, that was because he never once laid a hand on her.

“I told you.” He said after catching his breath. Slowly, he got to his feet and put up his defense. “I won't fight you. It's wrong to fight a woman!”

Kisara was already on the move!

A straightforward side kick was coming at Kenichi's diaphragm! Using the first technique he had been taught, he slipped past Kisara’s attack and moved to her left side.

In turn, she spun on her heel to face Kenichi and kick him more. Once more the younger martial artist dove back to get out of her range but-!

“Too slow, dumbass!” She launched herself at him and laid him out with a punch.

Kenichi groaned as he tumbled down and fell on his side.

Kisara looked at him and scoffed.

“Pathetic. I can't believe my so-called best got taken down by a wimp like you.” She marched over and used her foot to push him over. Now he was looking up at her.

“How are those principles working out for you, Shirahama? They really worth a trip to the hospital?” The carrot topped Fighter was starting to feel her anger subside as victory was pretty much hers. “Though I can't lie, seeing you like this? Does make up for that annoying bullshit you were spouting. Women don't need you thinking you're protecting them. They only need you to take them seriously as a fighter.”

“Step on a girl's pride again kid and you'll end up worse than this.”

He didn't say anything.

Maybe I got through that head of his.

“I'm sorry.” He finally said. He took a breath and sat up. That looked like it took everything out of him to do that. “I'm sorry…but I can't accept that!”

And there was the anger again!

“Dumbass!” She raised her leg all the way up. She was gonna heel drop him straight to the hospital!

But!

Kenichi got up! And put himself right next to Kisara and-!

“Ah!”

He got close. Waay too close. Cheek to cheek with the 8th fist of Ragnarok.

And one of his hands had snuck down to her vagina.

Thanks to the cut of her jeans and his speed, the boy managed to stick a finger past her pants and right in.

The moment he did so, Kisara froze for just a moment. Then she kicked him in the stomach!

Kenichi screamed out as he was laid out again. He blinked, holding his stomach and wondering what the hell just happened.

“You got some nerve, you little bastard.” Kisara growled. Though her cheeks were looking a little red. “Think you're so slick, you can try slipping a finger inside me while fighting?”

“Wait, I did what?!” Kenichi gaped. He then stood up and tried moving away from the prowling Kisara. “Wait! That's what I was afraid of! That's happened before and I don't want it to happen again! I can't control it!”

“Yeah. Yeah. Fighters get horny. I've heard it and I've dealt with it. But that ain't gonna save you!”

She jumped and sent a kick at him. He fell back and let it pass over his head.

Kenichi tried to crawl away. If there was ever a time for a strategic retreat, it was now!

“You're not running from me, you coward!” Kisara sounded like she was right behind him.

He pivoted to his left and brought up his guard. Kisara’s leg came flying up and aimed right at his face. If it wasn't for his arms, he would have been out cold with several bruises right now.

I need to do something! Anything! I have to move!

Kisara saw him pause and groan. His injuries were catching up to him.

“This is the end, brat!” Another wide roundhouse kick.

This one should have struck true. But it looked like she put too much power in it, leaving Kenichi enough time to slink away yet again.

But…

“Huh?!” Kisara found herself being pushed against the wall. Hands were on her wrists and forced them to be next to her head.

“What the hell?! Get off m-”

She felt something.

Kenichi was practically on top of her. The kid was barely about her height thanks to her boots so they were almost equal. So when he pushed his front to her back, they were in perfect alignment.

His dick and her ass.

That's… that's his…

Kisara knew about dicks. Sometimes a magazine would find its way to her and she maybe had a peek one time. Plus she knew the technicals.

Combined with the whole martial arts sex drive, you could say that she was in an awkward position. But she never did anything about it besides masturbate.

None of the Fists had any interest in her and like Hell she’d let one of her underlings sate her. So Kisara just went without.

But now it looked like someone wanted in.

Her face exploded in red as she felt all of him fall in line with her cheeks. It was thick as a banana and bounced in between her with obvious need.

“Get the fu-Ahhh!”

Her roar changed into the wimpiest moan Kisara ever heard. Kenichi had let go of her hands and went for her meager breasts. He cupped them and squeezed them extra hard. They weren’t big so he got to hold all of it.

Another issue was that thanks to their size, Kenichi’s horny charged hands reached areas in her breasts that stimulated pleasure. A completely accidental move on his part. Shigure’s lessons had been on keeping the boy from blowing his load early. Boob touching was going to be next.

Perhaps it was his love of big boobies and need to survive and prove himself that gave him this leeway. That and maybe smaller boobs were easier to manage.

Either way, a big weakness was now found in Kisara.

The Eight Fist was thunderstruck as the hot heavy feelings crashed down on her like bricks. It was like her stupid boobs were absorbing it all and sending the energy to her crotch. Her first moment of sexual groping was…was…

“Aahhh! Get off meeee!” She moaned as Kenichi kept up his pawing. “Why? Why is this idiot soo good?! Stoo-Oh!”

He pinched her nipple.

Kisara’s body must have gone stupid on her. That was the only reason why such a small thing would have her bending over and pushing her ass into Shirahama’s crotch. She ignored the wet patch growing on her crotch and the obscene act.

Kisara wasn’t some horny brat! She would never do something so crass! This dipshit wasn’t even worthy of touching her boots!

“Why are you so hard, you bastard!” She growled as his dick fit in surprisingly well in her ass. “In a second, I’m gonna kick you so hard, your head’s gonna roll! You hear me, shrimp dick?!”

In response…

Ziiip.

“Huh? Eek!”

Kisara felt hands on her cut off jeans. Shirahama had pushed it and her g-string panties to the side. The wind was cool on her vagina.

Then he stuck his fingers in.

It wasn’t for long. Just a good feel around in the orange haired girl’s depths while listening to her mewlings.

Kisara knew what was coming next.

She kicked out. Even as diminished as she was, one kick from her would end his ass.

He dodged it. By the skin of his teeth, he dodged it.

Then he took that leg and raised it until it rested on his shoulder. It left Kisara spread eagle and ready.

“Ah.”

First the tip went into her walls. Then the rest slid right in.

“Ahhhhh. Nooooo.” Kisara moaned as Kenichi reached all the way to her womb. His dick had bottomed out inside the eight fist of Ragnarok.

Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.

It started slow. He pushed in and pulled back, letting Kisara taste the full thing. The slow but meaningful movements that her pussy had an amazing grip on and memorized the shape of. Thanks to her leg placement, Kenichi was going in deep and Kisara got what could be the complete package.

“Ah! Ah. Ah. Ah. You…” She gasped, looking at the dazed, almost sleepy gaze of the idiot. “Just…just go harder.”

She acquiesced.

Instantly, Kenichi began to go harder.

It was what Kisara needed as her pussy got plowed for minutes on end. After years of nothing but fingers and the odd toy, the real thing was something else. Something hot and rough and hitting at just the right…!

“There! There! Don’t stop!!”

Kenichi did as he was told, Kisara’s moment was almost here so he helped it along with a three fingered soft touch to her mound and clit.

“Ah! Ahhhhhh!” Kisara howled into the air. Her first orgasm, caused by a man. It left her…feeling refreshed.

“Hngh!”

“Huh? Ahhh.” She felt his cum splash inside her. Her first creampie.

Now completely drained of everything, Kenichi fell forward and laid on Kisara’s back.

“...”

Whack.

That time she did kick Shirahama off of her.

He lied on his back with his dick hanging out. Kisara just bore down on the defeated Kenichi before she clicked her tongue and turned away.

“I’ll bury you next time. Consider this thanks for showing me a decent time.” She grabbed a bag of hers that had been lying around. Her crotch ached a little from the pounding but it wasn’t anything that painful. “He was better than Tsukuba, at least.”

Kisara Nanjo left that field the winner, cum dripping down her leg or not.

Kenichi would be picked up by his Master Kensei Ma in just a moment.

Tsuji Shinnosuke and his two bodyguards would wake up sometime later.

And unnoticed by everyone was a letter that had fallen out of Kenichi’s pocket and wound up in the garbage. It would be buried in a landfill and unnoticed by everyone.

Much to Chihiro’s chagrin.

Chapter 9: Chapter 9 Kisara's Night Strike

Bandages.
Salves.
And a good old chiropractic hand in resetting bones.

Normally this might cost a pretty penny but when your Judo Master is the one doing all this, you don’t have to worry.

About money, that is.

“Gyaaaaah!” Kenichi screamed.

“And all done!” Akisame said after the last dressing. “You’ll have to stick to light exercises for a few days but other than that, you’ll be fine.”

“Fine he says…,” Makoto gaped.

She and Izumi had been around to see Kenichi after hearing of his most recent loss. Izumi cried and Makoto flinched sympathetically. After a brief rundown from Kensei Ma on what he saw, the Naginata user didn’t know how to feel.

Meeting the Boss of the gang trying to beat you up and having sex with her was just next level weird in her book.

Kensei had taken a picture of Kisara Nanjo as she left. Just from the waist up only. If he took a bigger one, they would have seen something unseemly, in his words.

Miu reacted the strongest when she saw the girl.

“You know her?!” Kenichi yelled. “Why didn't you say anything?!”

“We never told each other our names. We hung out because of this adorable kitty that finally let me pet him and she was there-!”

“Hahaha. What luck Kenichi!” Kensei tapped him on the back, earning pained groans from Kenichi. “Now you know the beautiful face of the enemy. And you know her intimately as well.”

Riiip.

“Oops. Sorry!” Miu looked embarrassed at tearing the picture in two.

Makoto was starting to wonder if the blonde will ever be honest with herself.

“So Miu, if you've seen this Kisara, what's your assessment?” Akisame asked.

“Kenichi’s lucky to be alive.”

“Yep. That's it. One hundred percent.”

Can't you guys say it a little nicer? The guy is literally crying. Makoto thought with a sweat drop. Izumi had gone over to console Kenichi while he turned over to look away.

“Kisara has some amazing thigh muscles and from what Kenichi said, she favors kicks over everything. Maybe she's a Tae Kwon Do user? And even beyond that, I think she's on my level.” The blonde looked sympathetically at Kenichi. “Until you manage to hit me Kenichi, it's not a good idea to take her on.”

“I can't take her on! She's a girl!” He yelled back. “What am I supposed to do?!”

“Well there are some techniques we can put you through.” Akisame had that evil twinkle in his eye. “In fact, we've been meaning to talk to you about that.”

The two masters surrounded the guy who tried to hold them off from giving him even crazier training. Izumi tried her best to help fend them off with her hands…but that wasn't gonna work.

 

-----DED-----

It was a scene of Carnage.

Fists met flesh.
Continuous battle cries died a quick death as three individuals tore through the gathered thugs.

It was a gang war taking place at night and it would end in barely a few minutes.

That was the difference between martial artists and thugs.

Ragnarok would accept nothing less.

“Well done.” One of the Eight Fists said. A purple haired dandy looking young man in a pure white suit. On his fighting glove was an emblem of One.

He was the first fist.
His codename was Odin.

“Though I must say, Valkyrie,” He addressed Kisara as she stretched her arms and back. “You seem more energized than even Hermit out there? Did something good happen?”

“No.” She replied. “I've just been itching for a better fight.”

“Understandable. Though with these men down, we're almost done whittling down the weak. After that…well we should have something better down the line.” He waved a hand for the rest of the fists to disband.

As they walked away, he began to join them. But he did leave some parting words.

“Be sure to clean up your playground.” Odin then left as well.

Kisara got the message.

And she was gonna do that anyway.

And unbeknownst to this gathering of power, a lone alien had been watching and making notes.

------DED---

“And that’s what I have to report on what happened!” Niijima laughed after his recap. “I have to say Kenichi, you really bagged a terrifying enemy this time. One that comes straight out of a manga! The first of now eight deadly bosses of different gangs in this city! Hahahaha!”

Said boy was already cowering in the corner.

“Come on now, Kenichi. We’ll be late for school.” Miu said, poking him in the side.

“I wanna go hide in my bed…” He cried.

“Well if that wasn’t bad enough, guess who else wants to pound you into the ground. It’s your old pal Shinnosuke Tsuji! He’s waiting to repay you for that wonderful sneak attack you gave him.” Niijima then turned sly as he muttered. “Though I may have egged things on thanks to printing a few papers about the event.”

“Huh?” That got Kenichi out of his despair. “Mophead? Sneak attack? Wha…”

“Remember Kisara.” Miu pointed out.

Kenichi began replaying the event in his mind. He made a weird noise when the appalling but obvious truth was laid out before him.

“No…I’ve disgraced everything I value twice over. Sure, it was to help a girl and I don’t regret that. But…” Kenichi shook his head. This wasn’t the time to agonize over things. It was time to make them right!

“I’ll go see him now.”

“Yeah. I thought so.” Miu said with a smile.

“What!? Why would you waste a perfectly good sneak attack like that?! Who cares if he’s angry? A loss is a loss!”

“It matters to me!”

“Well then if you can’t see the value in underhanded tactics, then I’ll just have to stop you! Prepare yourself, Kenichi!”

------

“So you’ve arrived Shirahama! I’m gonna bust your face in for what you’ve done!” Tsuji yelled when Kenichi arrived at the same lot. “You think you can cheapshot a man for a piece of ass!?”

“No. I’m here to apologize. It wasn’t my intention to sneak attack you like that a--what the hell did you just say?!”

Tsuji pointed at Kenichi. “You may have knocked me out yesterday but I could smell sex in the air. Let me guess, Kisara kicked your ass and rode you into the ground huh! Is that it?!”

This is certainly a conversation. Miu thought.

Kenichi didn’t really have the chance to explain himself. Not when someone was as hot headed as Tsuji. So the fight was on.

And over after Kenichi’s first punch.

Tsuji managed to calm down after that. It was a more legitimate defame this time. Plus his remaining boys were there to help.

“...and that’s what happened.” Kenichi said with a bow. “I promise I didn’t do that for erotic reasons. I didn’t even know about Kisara then. But if a girl is being harassed by guys, I couldn’t stand the thought of just ignoring it.”

“Hmph. I guess I can believe that.” Tsuji grudgingly nodded. “Still can’t believe I got beat by a sex fight virgin but that’s what the training’s for.”

“Uhm, I wasn’t training for sex.”

“And I can understand why you went for it. Kisara’s a grade A annoying woman but that ass is why many of my men went over to her side. So yeah, I get it. Even more so when she’s just lounging around like a chair. Like some sexy sexy cat girl.”

An image of a cat eared Kisara started to form thanks to Tsuji and his boys. In spite of himself, Kenichi was starting to see it too.

Right up until he remembered Miu was right behind him and totally not giving him a look! He’s sorry!

“Well then, we’re off.” Tsuji got up. “As of this moment, Ragnarok’s the past. Tsuji and his boys are blazing a new trail to the future.”

Kenichi cheered. Miu smiled.

At last, one more person taken off the path of delinquency.

“Oh. But before I forget. About your pal, Takeda.”

The ominous words got their attention.

“Kisara’s gang is gonna be coming for him soon. Maybe today. Maybe tomorrow but soon. But what's worse, is that there’ll be another Fist watching it happen. The Fighter…will be Hermit.”

“Told ya so!” Niijima cackled despite the pain he endured trying to stop Kenichi.

So the time had come. It was way sooner than he expected but either way Kenichi had a friend to help and danger to stop.

----DED----

That very night…

 

Ikki Takeda was both elated but scared. Not from the help that Akisame was giving him. That was a miracle! The arm he thought would never work again was working! Soon he wouldn’t even need the help!

He’d be a true blue boxer again!

But…maybe that dream was asking too much. What with the karma of Kisara and Ragnarok bearing down on him.

It did make doubt creep up his spine to think that he'd be right back in that situation again. Facing down too many opponents and losing his future again.

But now…

Now he had some crazy but reliable people in his corner.

Kenichi.
Miu.

Even Makoto and little Izumi were cheering him on.

It was nice.

“Welcome to your execution, Takeda.” Kisara announced from the back of the pack.

Too bad it couldn't have lasted a little longer.

Everyone was here.

The grunts.
Koga the Kicker.
Ukita the Thrower.

And the big bad boss lady herself.

Even for Takeda, the odds here were not good.

“Hahaha! Time for all those little kid jokes, Takeda!” Koga the Kicker stepped up. That is until a hand pulled him back.

“I’ll go first.” Ukita nearly growled. Thanks to his big size, no one went against him.

“Ugh, fine. But I go next.”

Ukita stepped forward. Takeda dropped his bag and went for his phone. He was gonna toss it down before it broke in the fight but he stopped.

I said I would call..

He gave it a look…then tossed it on his bag.

“Sorry Kenichi. Can’t let ya get dragged into this nonsense.” He said before putting up his dukes.

Just as Ukita braced himself for a grab-!

“Huh?! Wha! WHHHHYYYY?!” Koga was grabbed and sent flying over the wall.

“That’s right! As of this moment, Ukita the Thrower cuts ties with Ragnarok. You wanna make something of it?! Come and get me!”

“Ukita…”

“Hmph! Stupid men and their principles.” Kisara merely smirked at the declaration. With a wave of her hand, she commanded, “Take them down!!”

Her men were caught up in the rush of her command and the fact that they had numbers. All some lucky schmuck needed was one good hit and Takeda and Ukita were gonna get the beating of their lives. They rushed in with fists and junk they had on hand to fight.

But…

“Ugh!”

“Oof!”

“Put me down! Put me down! No, wait! I changed m-!”

They forgot who they were brawling with. Two of the Technique Three.

The heavy hitters of Kisara’s unit.

They’d fall eventually but it was gonna take a whole lotta guys for it to happen.

Even still that elated feeling didn’t vanish for Ikki. Standing side by side with a friend and taking others on. That was the blood pumping action a boxer lived for.

“One punch!” He felled an idiot coming right at him.

“Right jab!” Three times he left a fist in a thug’s face.

“I got him!” One of them tried jumping from behind.

Takeda crouched and spun around. The gangster's haymaker passed over his head, not even touching the guy's ponytail. With a glow in his eye, he called out, “Legendary Left!”

The blow was so fast the thug didn't even see it coming. It sent the buzz cut twerp flying back and falling on another guy.

Beside him, Ukita was just grabbing fools and throwing them into other fools. If they kept this up, this fight was in the bag…

“Such a shame putting down such strong guys.” Kisara said as she came toward them, tightening her gloves.

“Heh. Fighting a girl’s not really my thing.” He started off before tightening up his defense. “But those lovely legs look ready to kill me. So I'll make an exception.”

“I don't care! I'm taking her down!” Ukita cut in. He charged at Kisara!

Whoosh!!

“Ugh! Ahh!” He cried out. The kicks came too fast!

“Ukita!” Takeda cried out as the big guy was knocked back. The boxer switched opponents and tried to fight Kisara off.

The Tae Kwon Do fighter smirked with bloodlust as she danced around Takeda’s punches. His confidence started to erode from her skill but his pride told him to keep going.

He had to get a hit in!

“Legendary Left!” He yelled as he drew back one moment and sent his strongest left hook.

Kisara gaped at the fist came soaring at her…only to dodge it. And to make things worse…!

“Hya!”

She pounced. Her legs flashing through the wind and slamming into Takeda. It was only thanks to his defense that kept the damage down ..a little.

Before he could get up, he was jumped on by the other thugs. The fight was over.

“Pfft. I think the kid managed to give me a better rush than you did. But I gotta say Takeda, it's really gonna be a shame crushing such talent. That left hook could have sent you places.” Kisara shrugged as her boys dogpiled Ukita too.

“Lady Kisara, can I mess them up now?” Koga called out.

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Yes!”

Great. My arms are gonna get broken by Koga. Takeda thought morosely. The punks had his arm held out like it was about to get guillotined. Meanwhile Koga climbed up the fence. No doubt he was gonna carry out the so-called execution.

But at least Kenichi was kept out of this.

“Alright! Here I come!” Koga yelled. “Get ready for He-!”

Wham!

“Doof!” The brash kicker yelled as fell forward. Before he hit the ground he did manage to grab onto the gate.

While still falling down. So he was in pain when he hit the ground, just not as much.

“Takeda!!”

No way…

The boxer looked up.

There was Kenichi. The guy looked kinda pissed.

But hey, at least Miu was with him. Looking really fine in her purple leotard and orange jacket.

“Wha!”

“Ow!”

Takeda turned to where Okita was. Apparently Makoto was here too, wielding a bow staff with a rounded end on it. She used it to bash and ward the goons holding Okita down.

“Jeez. You guys really came.”

“You're damn right we did!” Kenichi yelled. “Next time pick up the phone, Senpai!”

Not the battle cry a fighter should have but it was better than nothing.

The two Ryozanpaku disciples jumped down.

It was time for round 2!

-----DED-----

“Hm. The kid's pretty pissed.” Kisara noted as she watched Shirahama go through her men. Koga tried to fight him but he went down quicker than usual.

“I might get some fun after all.” She grinned as she prepared to rush over and get it on that action.

But she was stopped by someone dropping in right in front of her.

“Wait!”

“Huh? Hey, what are you doing here, Blondie!?”

“Sorry, I didn't introduce myself before. I'm Miu Furinji! Kenichi's fellow disciple!” The blonde got into a karate stance. “Kenichi won't fight you, so I'll take you on!”

Kisara was staring.

Not at the fact that the blonde she met was actually a fighter. Not the fact that she was allied with Shirahama and none of her idiot lackeys said anything about it.

No. She was staring because.

Bounce.
Boom.
Boom.

Kisara absently touched her breasts. They were small.

She thought about her ass. Perky and tight.

But the Blondie had mega boobs and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. Just bigger all around.

“...You…” she growled.

Miu looked confused. Why does she look so mad?

“You…Diary Cow!!”

The declaration was met with shocked silence. Miu was flabbergasted.

…Before she became pissed off.

“What did you call me?!”

“Oh! Are those boobs so big you can't hear anything, Dumbass?”

“I-I’m so angry.” Miu growled. The poor girl had tears gathering in her eyes as she resumed her stance. “I'm going to start beating you.”

“Like you can catch me!” Kisara charged in.

Their fight became about speed.

Kisara’s kicks and a few jabs tried to take Miu by storm. However, Kisara soon realized that the big boobed wonder was actually closer to her level. The speed in which she dodged the Valkyrie’s kicks were fast and when she countered with a few blows of her own, there was some strength in them.

But Kisara didn't give up. Not after her promotion to Eight Fist.

She did a backflip to get out of Miu’s side kick range. One of her underlings tried to tackle the blonde from behind but she simply grabbed and threw him.

Kisara easily dodged that thrown idiot. She had to keep her eyes on this one.

“So you actually know your stuff. Never thought a meek glasses girl could be a fighter.” Kisara commented.

“And I never thought a cat lover could be a thug.”

“Oh shut up.”

“Oh crap!” They heard from a little ways away.

They turned to see Kenichi…who had gotten trapped in the gate. One leg was stuck there and it didn't look like he could get out of it easily.

“Ha! I gotc-”

Wham!

“Ha! Even if I'm stuck, I still have my arms!” He made good on that declaration and began punching enemies away.

“Oh Kenichi.” Miu muttered.

“My gang's being beaten by that idiot.” Kisara sighed. “Even if his dick is useful, that's just infuriating.”

“Hey! Don't talk about him like that.”

“Oh come off it Blondie. You've fucked him too so you know what I mean.”

“T-Thats not true! Me and Kenichi aren't like that!”

“Bullshit! He's a guy and you're a big boobed cow. No guy’s not gonna try to tap that.”

“I told you, it's not like that!”

Kisara narrowed her eyes. It almost sounded like the girl was telling the truth. But that was stupid. He was a fight virgin and they had to have sparred and fucked. Why the hell would the kid not want to have sex with her?

A thought came to Kisara.

An ugly thought that had her smirking.

“Ohhhh. I get it now.” She sent a smug smirk at Miu who was still guarded but confused. “The kid decided to get a quality fight and a fuck. Cause I gotta tell ya, he was after my ass despite me kicking his.”

Miu’s fist tightened.

“Guess he knew that big boobs were useless. Not when there was something better out there.”

“Kenichi's not like that. He's just…well not a gentleman but…he's just not like that!”

“Sure, sure. I'm sure he'll push you over and rail you sooner or later. Really. What's another smaller chested girl or two? It's not like he's already got another one.”

Crack.

Kisara blinked. The blonde’s knuckles cracked under how hard she was clenching her fist. Another goon had been trying to sneak up on her but decided to lay back down and pretended to be asleep.

That wasn't the reaction she was expecting.

Did that mean the kid did…

Her eyes tracked to the pole girl that was standing next to Kenichi.

“...Hehehe.” She chuckled. “Fourth place…”

Miu came charging in this time!

“Idiot!” Kisara yelled. She had been preparing for a strike too and the blonde was too pissed to stop now.

“Eat this!” With a small spin to build momentum, Kisara roundhouse kicked Miu!

“Wha?!”

Except she didn't!

Miu vanished from her sight.

But how?! She can't be that fast can she?! Where did she go?!

Kisara gasped and looked up. Above me?!

A raging inferno of anger appeared behind her!

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw yellow hair and wide white eyes of anger.

She couldn't turn fast enough! The hit was about to come!

“Miu, duck!” Someone yelled.

The anger was gone. Like a blown out candle.

When Kisara made her turn, she saw Shiratori trying to attack the Furinji girl from behind. Shiratori wasn't much of a fighter but even that should be enough to knock the purple girl for a loop.

“Ha!” Miu flipped in place and crouched down. She struck out with her legs and kicked both Kisara and Shiratori away.

Shiratori was knocked on their back.

Kisara took the hit and managed to stay up.

“Ha! You call that a hit!” She yelled as she tried for a counter attack. She was going for a blow to the head but once again, Miu was faster.

Miu kicked Kisara's feet out from under her, making her fall. And just before she hit the ground, Miu caught her by putting her leg under the orange haired fighter's head.

If Kisara was any more unlucky, the back of her head would have hit the pavement and she would have died.

Now she was just knocked out.

“Sorry. I wasn't trying to kill you.” Miu apologized despite the frown on her face. “Though I wish I had a marker to doodle on your face though.”

“Wow!”

“Kenichi?!”

But to her surprise, the thug that was gunning for Kenichi was knocked out.

But by an alien.

An alien with a group of boys from her school behind him.

Niijima brandished the baseball bat he brought and grinned with malicious intent. “Don't worry my favorite minion! The Shinpaku Alliance has come at last! Say your prayers, Kisara Nanjo!!”

Chapter 10: School Woes

“The hell do you mean, we can't go after Shirahama?!”

The secret base of Kisara, the Valkyrie of Ragnarok, almost rocked from her thunderous and very pissed voice. Inside the members of her group were sitting a little ways off from her and her aid, Shiratori. They were still nursing the wounds they got from Kenichi Shirahama and his newly formed gang.

Takeda and Ukita were no doubt members of it now. Kisara would have to live with the shame of two of her previous members joining an enemy. Not to mention being beaten by the blonde Bimbo.

It was only thanks to Shiratori getting the orange haired leader out of that mess before she got captured too.

It was thanks to that diligence that let Kisara trust the floofy, almost stuffy retainer.

But that almost didn't save them from a kick when they delivered that message.

“It's from Lord Hermit. He may be making his own moves and wants us to steer clear.” Shiratori answered. “Rumor has it, he has no followers and handles all fights on his own. This missive may prove that true.”

“Who gives a shit?! That brat and those traitors are mine to beat down!”

“Man, Lady Kisara sure is pissed.” Koga tried to whisper playfully. “But I did warn her bout that big boobed monster so-”

His mouth got him a kick to the face from said woman.

The men scrambled away so she could stew in anger.

She wanted to say to hell with Hermit and finish the fight between her and this so-called Shinpaku group. But…

She sighed.

For now she'd stay back. Hermit had Odin’s order and she had to listen. For now anyway.

If Shirahama took the bastard down, she'd be ready for round three.

Him.
Takeda.
Ukita.

And…

“Hey Shiratori.”

“Yes, Lady Kisara?”

“That big boobed cow. You think she was part of Shirahama’s group?”

The aide rubbed their chin. “It's possible…but the alliance is made of people who go to your school, Lady Kisara. Perhaps you've seen her before you left.”

“Pfft. Like hell.”

Kisara was pretty much a senior in high school. Hanging out with the brats of the lower grade before she joined Ragnarok was not on the table. Whoever this Furinji girl was, she came around recently.

Anyway, if she wasn't technically part of Shirahama’s group, then that meant she was free to get back at her.

The thought fired Kisara up.

“Ugh.” She groaned as she held her side. She was still injured from her loss.

“Alright. Shiratori and the rest of you, find out what you can about that girl. For now, we're on standby. But soon…”

She punched a wall. It crumbled under her fist.

“We're going after her.”

----DED----

At the Garden club…

“Ahhh. This is nice.” Kenichi sighed.

The fresh smell of flowers.
The easy vibes of giving them water.
The summer sun shining down to let them grow.

Now this was bliss.

“It sure is.” Izumi agreed as she helped arrange the orchids and a few others. “How's your Snow Prince going?

They both hovered over the white colored plant. The little bud growing on it was still small but it hadn't lost its luster.

“The little guy's still small but he's hanging in there. We still got a little time before we need to change the soil, right?”

“Yes. I've made sure of that.”

“Thanks a lot Izumi.” Kenichi smiled.

The bespectacled girl blushed and twiddled her fingers.

“...Are we interrupting a date?” Ukita asked Takeda as they watched the two gardeners.

“It does feel like that doesn't it?” Takeda chuckled. “Though I thought Kenichi was dating that cutie Miu. Guess my instinct was off.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Kenichi asked, as he went to another batch.

“Ah nothing. Still, thanks for letting us stick around for a sec. Though we don't really fit the mold as flower boys, eh?” He winked at Izumi who blushed.

“Uh, it's fine. I'm only sorry I thought you were thugs!”

“Well, you weren't completely wrong.”

“Anyway, “ Ukita cut in as he went past the boxer and the shrinking garden girl. “I just stopped by to say thanks for helping Takeda. I got a Judo club to join.” But before he left, “And tell that Niijima guy I ain't interested in joining your gang!”

Then he left.

“He's not the only one.” Kenichi muttered. Remembering the alien’s declaration from last night made him facepalm. “What kind of name is Shinpaku anyway?”

Takeda shrugged. “Not a clue but if you're looking for a wingman for it, just give me a call. After last night, I racked up a huge bill that I gotta pay ya back.”

“I don't need a gang. I don't even want one. Just call me the next time you need help. That's all I ask.”

The blue haired boxer chuckled and shook his head. Just like Kenichi to keep it simple.

After a moment, Takeda left as well. He was gonna sign up for the after school boxing club.

Now things were calm and quiet again.

Just as Kenichi was gonna inspect the roses, he felt someone lean on his back.

“Eh?!” He was a little startled. But grew confused as he looked behind himself. “Uh, Izumi.”

“I'm glad you're ok.” Was all she said.

Kenichi made a complicated face. The fact everyone came back from a fight was all the good news he needed, despite the bruises. He was glad he and Miu and Makoto kept it from getting worse for their new friends.

Izumi couldn't come. She wasn't a fighter, plain and simple.

And Kenichi really didn't want her there.

And I really can't do anything about Miu and Makoto. They can kick the crap outta me…

That was a depressing thought.

So much so he almost didn't notice when his pants were unzipped.

“Huh?” He looked do-

“Wha?!”

“Sshhh!” Izumi shushed him. But it was hard to be quiet when she had his pants and underwear down. His cock and balls were free!

“What are you doing?! We're in school?!”

“We were in school when we first did it. And the second time.” She replied back.

That was unfortunately a good point.

The rest of Kenichi's rebuttal died when Izumi took hold of his cock. He moaned as her hands massaged him to full hardness. His cock stood erect and casted a shadow over Izumi’s face.

She smiled at it. With practiced ease, she took hold of Kenichi and fit him into her mouth.

“Ooh!” Kenichi scrunched his face as the pleasurable sucking started. For some reason, it was even better than it was a few days ago. “Ah!”

Izumi went deep for a turn or two before pulling back and covering the top of the shaft. Her meek hands resumed the massage on the rest and his balls.

Whoa! Whooawow! Izumi’s gotten better?! You can get better at doing this?!

She sure seemed to be proving that yes. Practice does make it better. Soon enough…

“Izumi…I’m almost…you should pull awa-”

There came a serious glint to her glasses and before Kenichi could even blink.

“HMMMnnnn!”

“Ah.”

Straight to the base.

Kenichi’s cumshot was a thing of glory, despite splashing Izumi’s throat and face.

She gulped it all down. The satisfaction on her face was a sight to behold. Much like the dollop of cum that was trailing down between her eyes.

“Haa. Yeah. Still…” Kenichi looked at the clock. They still had some time left before returning to the dojo. “I oughta return the favor.”

“Huh?! But wait, I did that to cheer you up! You don’t ha-eek!”

He easily lifted her up and put her on a free table.

Izumi kept up with her denials, right up till Kenichi’s tongue met her sensitive pussy and began coaxing her to cum. It was a splendid ten minutes that left the both of them needing to wash their faces.

-----DED----

Later…

 

“Big Bro! I heard you took down gangsters all on your own!”

His little sister Honoka had come around for a visit. Well not just to see him but to see Apachai and Shigure.

Kenichi really wasn't sure how to feel about his sister befriending the Muay Thai giant and the Weapons Master. He did know she was safe with them.

Buuut it was still embarrassing to let her see him get knocked around in training.

Still, seeing her look at her big bro as a hero was quite the Ego boost.

“Yup. I came in all strong with ‘Hyah’ and a ‘whapow’! A total victory.” He said with a cheesy thumbs up.

Makoto side eyed him from her spot outside the dojo. She was working on her forms with Shigure. “Really? You beat them on your own?”

There was the fist of reality.

“Right. I was helped. Miu and Makoto really came in clutch there.” He said, hanging by the door. “Miu even beat Kisara. I couldn’t have done that. I just wanted to sound cool.”

“No overconfidence in this business, kiddo.” Kensei Ma commented. “That road leads to defeat and death.”

“Death?!” Honoka gaped.

“I still can't believe you got your foot stuck.” Makoto dug the metaphorical knife in deeper.

“Gates are notorious for snagging feet.”

“Anyway! You guys are like superheroes now right?” Honoka asked.

“I wouldn't go that far.” Makoto stood out on the porch and practiced her swings. “Gotta say that before I got roped into this place, I wasn't really looking to go out and play at Hero. But now…”

“That's because you're a Martial artist, Makoto.” Miu piped in from the kitchen. “Dinner will be ready soon. Are you staying over?”

“Nah, I’ll go in a little bit. But what did you mean by martial artist?”

“To be a martial artist is to have more than just strength.” Akisame answered. “It also comes with your will power and knowledge of when and how to use it. And for many, to use it in defense of those who call out for help. That’s what you kids did yesterday.”

His eye took on a shine. “But don’t rely on only that strength. Some days you can get lucky and win. But for others, well I don’t need to tell you Kenichi.”

He nodded.

“And that’s why…you must never waste a single day of training!”

That was just building up to a training message. Kenichi and Makoto thought.

“Yes it was.”

Wait! Is he reading my mind?! They also thought.

“But now that we’ve challenged Kisara, she’s going to be gunning for us more than ever. The fights may get easier with more numbers on our side.” Miu said as she moved to get some tea. She returned with one for everyone. “I wish we could’ve talked about cats more though.”

“I'm not sure about that.” Kenichi replied. “If we're just relying on numbers, it'll feel like we're just another gang fighting for supremacy. Plus I'm really not sure Niijima should be in charge of anything.”

Makoto shuddered. “I can agree with that at least.”

“Well, if you don't want to be burdened with a group following you around…” Sakaki spoke up after grudgingly losing one of his snacks to Apachai. “Then you need to prove yourself strong enough that they don't have to worry.”

“That makes se….wait. I know what you're trying to do!”

“And that means training! Let's get back to it bean sprout!”

“Oh come on!!!”

Kenichi's cry was ignored. Sakaki did have a point. It's just the boy really didn't like it.

-----DED----

“Miu’s not here?” Kenichi asked a member of the gymnastics club.

Oddly enough, he was able to keep his eyes on the prize and not on the leotards. Only a little bit though. He was still a boy after all.

“Yeah. The school play is really starting up so she's gotta practice with the drama club. They're over in class two-sixteen.” The brunette replied.

“Ok. Thanks.”

He walked off but he wasn't enthusiastic. If the play was getting ready to actually happen, that meant Miu was going to be practicing romantic scenes with another boy!

And yes, Kenichi knew he had done it with a couple of girls but…but…

“Gah! I don't have a rebuttal! I'm one hundred percent in the wrong!” He cried out while scratching his head. The other students gave him a wide berth as they watched the former weak-knees be silly.

“O~h Kenichi, old pal?”

Kenichi balked. “What do you want, Niijima?”

“So cold. And yet, I have exactly what you need right now. Beautiful bountiful knowledge!” The alien said as he walked up. “Especially about Ragnarok.”

“Don't care.” Kenichi replied walking away. Or he tried to but Haruo was not one to give up that easily.

“Wait! Wait! It's about that other Fist, Hermit! The one you got warned about.”

That made him stop.

“What about him?”

Niijima told him of the encounter the Shinpaku Alliance had with the hooded fighter yesterday. Not just Niijima’s daring escape with an injured comrade but also that Hermit seemed interested in Kenichi's martial arts.

“Of course, I told him nothing. Since you are my greatest comrade, exposing your weaknesses would kill our alliance. Please remember that when battle arrives.” Niijima said. He then started rubbing his hands together. “Now when shall we go on the counte-hey!?”

“Not interested. Not getting involved in that.” Kenichi said as he walked away.

Niijima took off after him. “Where the heck are you going?! This is important!”

They stopped at a door. It read two-sixteen.

They peeked inside the room, Kenichi paled and began to panic. Meanwhile, Niijima blinked before he smiled evilly.

“Oh dear. Looks like you may be in a losing battle Kenichi.”

Miu was in the classroom talking to a guy. A blonde handsome guy in a light long sleeve shirt with a long t design on it and light blue pants. Combine that and the most heart melting smile a girl could ask for and the comparison between him and the new guy was a forgone conclusion..

“That's Natsu Tanimoto. First year heart throb. Not just A rank in looks and grades, his acting in the drama club is so sublime he can pack seats and maybe go pro!”

Kenichi heard all of it.

Each new virtue of the drama club member broke his self esteem and only increased his worry. Was that the kind of guy Miu went for?

Was he really doomed?

“Yup. You're doomed.”

“Shut up, Niijima.”

“Buuuut if you join the Shinpaku alliance, I could grease the wheels for ya. A little rumor here. Some pics and his social standing would plummet. Miu need not ever look his way again. Whaddya say?”

 

Suffice to say, the devilish deal did worm its way into Kenichi’s heart. Much to his chagrin.

“No! Begone Devil!” He began smacking Niijima to dispel the evil.

Everyone else let it go. They were curious if he could dispel Niijima’s devil influence.

“Huh?” Miu finally heard them. “Oh hi, Kenichi! Did you need something?”

“Uh, no. Just…walking around.”

“Oh, so you're Kenichi Shirahama?” Tanimoto asked as he stepped closer. He presented a hand and a smile to Kenichi. “I'm Natsu Tanimoto. I've heard a lot about you from Miu. Nice to meet you!”

Crap! He's charming!!

Even so, he shook the hand.

“We were just finalizing things for the theater club. I really can’t thank Miu enough. We unfortunately didn’t have as much members that we need. I had hoped we could get some more before the time was up but it fell through.” Tanimoto then raised his hands as if to ward off a bad suggestion. “Not that we didn’t want her to!”

“It’s fine. It’s fine.” Miu replied. “I’m actually really excited to try the play out.”

Kenichi smiled through the tears. The two blondes looked so comfortable talking to each other, he felt like he was budding into something private.

“As a friend of Miu’s, I hope you’ll come see us perform. It’ll also mean a lot.” Tanimoto said.

“I’ll…I’ll be there.” He managed to say.

After a few more words, Kenichi thought it would be for the best that he just left.

“Well good luck with Tanimoto, Kenichi. I doubt you’ll win but them’s the brakes!”

“Screw you Niijima!!” The depressed martial artist cried after the fleeing alien.

He then left for the garden club. Some time among the flowers would heal him.

“Hey.”

Today wasn’t a good day to change the soil so he wouldn’t need to worry about that. However, had he checked the back yet?

“Hey. Shirahama.”

Despite it being just the spring, maybe some summer seeds should be considered. He’d float it Izumi the next time he saw he-

“HEY!” A hand grabbed his shoulder!

“Dwah!?” Kenichi shrieked. He turned around and saw an older student glaring at him. “Uh, can I help you?”

“Come with me. Now.”

 

----DED---

Chihiro Takashima was sick and tired of losing.

First to Miu. Now to this fake thug.

He dared to ignore her when she tried to get a confrontation twice now. This time, she was finally going to have her way and get a win over that Furinji funbag.

He followed her to the little hut in the back. She pushed him in and locked the door behind tem.

“Uh, Miss? What’s going on? Who are y-”

She whirled around. He was not just about to ask who I am!

She marched toward him.

“Hey! Hey, wait! I’m sorry! I don’t know what’s going on but if you just explained!!”

Kenichi’s back hit the wall.

“You’re really gonna pretend like you don’t know! I sent you two letters of challenge and yet you act like it didn’t happen!”

Kenichi blinked. “Wait, that was you?”

A red vein grew on the older girl’s brow. THat was the wrong answer.

She raised her fist, trembling in anger. “If you think I’m going to let all the insults go, you’re dead wrong. Now you’re gonna listen and listen well!”

She switched her fist into an open palm and planned to slam it right next to Kenichi’s head. Classic Kabedon maneuver to establish dominance, as an older classman and an older woman.

It was full proof!

------
“Hey, has anyone seen Takashima?” One of the gymnastics team asked as they continued their routine. She had very short light blue hair.

A brunette with pigtails tapped her chin as she tried to recall something. “I think I saw her get changed in a hurry and leave.”

“But without informing everyone? Sure we’re just doing basics but she’s usually more on the ball than that.” The blue hair said. “Ya know, I think she’s been stressing herself out about something.”

“Maybe she found a boy she liked.”

“I dunno. Takashima seemed more into gymnastics than love.”

“You never know!” The pigtailed one tried to sound persuasive but it came off more as whiny. “Anything’s possible in high school. Even for the former Ace of Gymnastics!”

“Hey! We promised not to say it out loud!” The blue one silenced her. “Besides, I’m sure she’ll get the title back. Not even Takashima can let Miu keep beating her.”

--------

Said Former Ace was being held up by her legs in a full nelson. Kenichi’s cock was rubbing and diggin deep into her pussy, panties torn and hanging to the side. Her uniform was open, displaying her bra clad breasts and toned figure to the store room. The only other safe article was her skirt, which only added to the appeal.

Her expression had gone from haughty to cock drunk. She had probably cum three times in the short time they had started.

Who knows how long they’ll be going for.

“I bet she’s already thinking of a new routine to get back on top right now.”

If only they knew…

Chapter 11: Rumbling of Change

“Romeo.” Miu said.

“More longing in your voice. Like he's somewhere far away and no matter how much you want to reach for him, you cannot. Feel the anguish.” Akisame instructed.

They were back at the dojo. In a vacant room in the main house while outside, Kenichi was training.

Miu’s rehearsals had picked up thanks to the upcoming date. Just four more days left.

She took a breath and tried to imagine that feeling.

It was hard. She didn't really have someone that she wanted like that.

At least that's what she told herself.

The image of a boy with a bandaid on his cheek and a fierce justice started to form but it was crushed by the stronger and bigger image of him having sex with another girl.

The image included another girl with a Naginata.

Make it two…

And then two more girls showed up, a catgirl and one in a leotard. For some reason, the catgirl had the most infuriating smug smile as she rubbed herself across the boy’s lap.

“Grrrrr.”

Akisame’s floating head cut in on the weird scene. “Miu, you’re crushing your lines.”

“Hah!?” She snapped out of her imagination. “What? Wait, you mean I’m doing good?”

“You’re doing better.” He corrected. He then pointed at her hands. “I mean, you’re literally crushing your lines.”

The papers were keeping themselves together in her clenched angry fists but they needed sweet release. Miu immediately stopped.

“Sorry! I’m really sorry. I’m just…”

“You’ve got a lot on your mind, I bet.” The Jiujutsu Master nodded. “It’s a difficult time for you kids but try not to fret. I’m sure Kenichi’s urgings will finally start to become normal soon.”

“If you don’t mind, I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Understood. Would you like to have a break?”

“No, no. I asked for your help and I’m going to give it my all!” Miu nodded and got herself psyched back up.

Once more the idea of longing came to her. That image of a boy was there and the niggling problems of the other girls. But then…

She saw the boy look past the other girls and look toward the heavens. Where a blonde girl was sitting on a balcony waiting for someone. The boy gazed at her with warmth and friendship and maybe something more. Something that Miu couldn’t really express.

“Romeo. Oh, Romeo…”

---DED----

“Another one, kid?” Sakaki asked.

“Wow. Kenichi really is enjoying his springtime of youth. And another older girl~”

The two Masters were having a ball with this new info Kenichi just dropped. Well Kensei was. Sakaki was just confused.

“Hey, Shigure. What happened to all that training you gave him?”

The woman was sitting near the corner with Touchamaru. The little guy was playing with his assorted toys on her thigh. “He…has gotten better. But…fear is…part of…his sexual drive.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” The boy was in prime bowing and apology position.

Before he came here, he did make sure to get Ms. Takashima to the nurse's office. That was all he could think of doing before he ran like hell back to the dojo and spilled his guts. Miu said nothing and just went back to her own things.

In the end, the Masters decided that Kenichi was to bring her to the dojo if she approached him.

“Well, nothing for it right now. Time for some Chinese training.” Kensei said.

Kenichi sighed as he got back into the groove. Even so, he couldn’t help but think about the encounter…

 

--DED------

 

--DED-----

Days later…

 

Curiosity had gotten to Kenichi. The need to see how Miu was practicing with Tanimoto was too strong. Sure, he’d get a little sad seeing her ‘play’ at the lovelorn Juliet to some other guy’s Romeo but he just had to know.

“I’m sorry!”

Kenichi watched someone run out of the drama club room.

“Wait!” Tanimoto came out a moment later. The other person didn’t slow down, leaving Tanimoto to sigh.

He then noticed Kenichi was there. “Oh. Kenichi.”

“Hey Tanimoto. Uh, what was that all about?”

Tanimoto brought him inside and explained. It appeared a new martial arts club had been formed but it wasn’t anything honorable. They were just thugs looking to push people around and use violence to get their way, like Tsukuba and Daimonji.

“So…I was wondering if I could ask you something.” Tanimoto looked uncertain. As if asking the question was crossing a line.

“Like what?”

The blonde took Kenichi’s hands in his. “Can you help defend the drama club?!”

“Huh?”

Before he could answer, the door was slammed open.

There were three guys outside. They were tall, muscular, and sporting nasty grins. It made Kenichi frown.

“Still here, eh?” The guy in front, a guy with slick black hair, came forward. “You drama geeks sure don’t know when to listen. We want this room. So hurry up and clear outta here!”

“No way!” Tanimoto stood up. “This room has been the drama club’s room since it was founded. You have no right to push us out!”

“Oh yeah?” The bully went over to the props and costumes. With a viscous smile, he started pushing them over. He even started kicking the wooden shelves!

“Stop it!”

Tanimoto stepped up and grabbed the guy by his midsection! A shame though. He wasn’t strong enough to do anything more than that.

And yet to Kenichi, it was like a light went off in his head. In that moment, he saw himself overlaid with Tanimoto. Someone who just wanted to stop the bullies from terrorizing others, even if he stood no chance.

That decided what the martial artist would do next.

Before the bully could pile drive Tanimoto, Kenichi grabbed him by the hair!

“AHHH! STOP! STOP! YOU’RE PULLING OUT MY HAIR!”

“LISTEN UP!” Kenichi yelled as he released his grip. “From now on, the drama club is going to be protected by me! Kenichi Shirahama! They’ve got an important play coming up so leave them alone!”

His declaration, though, had a different effect.

“Shirahama?!”

“That Shirahama?! The upcoming new don of gangsters? Strike Chief of the Shinpaku Alliance!”

“I heard he tamed Kisara’s gang and made her his woman!”

“CRap! Crap! Run!”

They scrammed from the room, swearing revenge.

Kenichi was left with Tanimoto. Though now he was more exasperated than an-

“Wait, what did he say about Kisara?” Kenichi went bug eyed. Did he hear that right?

Tanimoto came up and shook Kenichi’s hand. “Man Kenichi, that was amazing! Those “martial artist” rumors were spot on. Even I winced at seeing that guy’s hair.”

“Uh right. Sure.”

“You must have had a pretty amazing teacher to do all that.”

Flashes of said teacher, or teachers, came across Kenichi’s mind.

All the training.
The running.
The punches.
The kicks.
Shigure.

“...Yeah. Pretty amazing…”

It was a complicated feeling. But at least, Kenichi felt that what he could see of Tanimoto wasn’t complicated. The blond was a really stand up guy.

 

----DED----

“The guy’s shady as hell.” Niijima reported.

Another day passed and another day of training was going on. Miu’s actor training was continued while Ma showed off an open palm to the chin move to Kenichi. Then Niijima showed up to be Shigure’s pin cushion.

I swear she and Apachai are doing this on purpose.

“What are you on about Niijima?” Kenichi asked. They were sitting in the main hall.

“I mean, I went and tried to dig up dirt on Natsu Tanimoto. But I pulled up nothing! Perfect grades, great kindness, and handsome looks! He’s really got it all! You’re completely screwed if he goes for Miu!”

“Shut up! Shut up!” Kenichi shook Niijima to work off his own feelings.

“Alright! Alright! But I’m telling you: a squeaky clean guy like that just doesn’t exist! Somethings up with Natsu Tanimoto!”

-------

Kenichi sighed. “Niijima is nuts.”

“What makes you say that?” Asked Miu.

The two were on their way to school.

“He's been going on about how Tanimoto has something to hide or whatever. Considering all the times he's made things up, especially that Kisara thing.”

Miu frowned.

“But really, Tanimoto feels like a true upstanding person. You should have seen the way he tried to stop those punks from wrecking the drama club despite being outclassed.” He looked up, letting the scene replay in his head. “It honestly reminded me of myself back then.”

He then smiled as a resolution took root in his heart.

“So I've made up my mind. No matter what happens, I'll make good on that promise. I'll keep the drama club safe, no matter what. So you and Tanimoto can practice in peace.”

“Thanks Kenichi. You're a great friend.” The blonde smiled.

It was like a ray of sunshine for the disciple. If he had a view like this every morning, it would make the day of pain all the more worth it.

“That said,” Miu continued. This time her face was more contemplative. “There is something up with Tanimoto.”

“Hm?”

“Whenever we practice, there's an odd look in his eyes. He's smiling and putting emotion in it but if you look, he seems rather sad. Almost like he's not enjoying any of it.”

Miu kept thinking about it.

Kenichi, while sad that Miu seemed so close to the guy already, just wondered what could cause such a feeling.

-------

He got to see it for himself at school.

Along with the shock of a lifetime.

Somehow, for some reason, a bunch of delinquents got put in the hospital and everyone was sure it was him who did it. Someone went around saying it was Kenichi Shirahama of the Shinpaku Alliance.

Now the others thought he was the new up and coming delinquent. They looked away from him in fear and suspicion.

It was the worst thing to happen to him in a long while.

Thankfully there were people who knew better.

Izumi.
Miu.
Makoto.

Even Takeda and Okita were on his side.

Niijima was a dick and just wanted to ride the wave for the infamy.

Lastly was Tanimoto. Once more Kenichi made the promise to protect the club and the blond said he would stand by him.

It was a great moment for a new friendship.

And yet, I did see what Miu saw. A deep sadness in Tanimoto’s eyes.

But why…?

----DED----

That night…

 

“Kenichi…you’re thinking…too hard.”

“Huh?”

The boy looked down. Once more his teacher Shigure was engaging in sensual acts on him. Rubbing her fundoshi clad mound against his crotch while holding him down with one hand. The other hand would probably be used to fondle him.

And yet, his upper head was elsewhere while his lower head was getting a hand service.

“Ah. Sorry Master.” He said.

“Do you…need guidance?”

It was a weird moment but he nodded.

“Just…this whole thing at school. Not only do I have to clear my name so that everyone stops being scared of me, Miu and Tanimoto are getting closer.” Just as he said that, he became depressed. He even rolled over and hunched in on himself, making Shigure get off him.

The two sat in silence.

Kenichi wasn’t sure she had the words for this. Other than the Elder, he wasn’t sure the other Masters had relationships like that.

“When…was the last..time you two went on a shopping trip?” Shigure suddenly asked.

“Huh? Uh…the last time for groceries was like a week ago?” He thought about it a little more, his face becoming a little more annoyed. “Yeah it was a week. Master Sakaki made a stink about getting snacks for his alcohol and I’m sure theApacai took one of my cheesy fish sticks.”

Hidden in the rafters, Touchamaru chuckled.

“And you had…fun?”

“Yeah. It was fun. The bags were a little heavy and the weights were unnecessary but we did talk and have a nice walk.”

“That…” Shigure said, raising a finger. “...is what’s important. Sex will…come later.”

She then paused.

“..Maybe?” She asked, mostly to herself. She considered the question for a moment before coming to a conclusion. “Probably not.”

“Thanks, Master…” The boy whimpered.

“But being a good friend…is more important. Right?”

Shigure was right. Kenichi knew she was.

It just didn't dispel his jealousy, ugly as it was.

“Besides…before you think…of Miu, you should focus…on you.”

“Me?”

She poked his forehead. “You stumbled into new girls…twice. Each time…you were afraid and gave into instinct. Instinct can be helpful but will lead you to not thinking. If you don't want…to keep having sex like you are, you must take control of yourself.”

Another bitter pill.

Kenichi replayed the bout with Kisara. He tried to sort out how tight she felt and the juiciness of her toned ass and hips but it was hard. And it was making him hard.

But the point of it was she was a stronger fighter than him and merely let him have that fling. If she had been the least bit serious, he'd be without teeth and in the hospital for sure.

His lust had nearly gotten him in the worst position and at the worst time.

“...what do I do, Master?” He asked, sitting on his knees.

“Control. Just like with…weapons training. You may be afraid…but you must…not stop thinking.”

“Right. Gotta keep thinking. Even when I'm scared and horny. Right.”

Kenichi and Shigure sat with each other as Kenichi tried to think of a way to do that.

“How do I do that?”

Suddenly the older woman loomed over him. Kenichi had to look up but couldn't even see most of her face past her boobs. The light kimono was doing a bang up job in supplying not only cleavage but keeping her true naughty bits hidden from the world.

Well I'm horny now. Kenichi thought.

Suddenly Shigure reached out for Kenichi with her legs. Wrapping them around his waist, she pulled him close.

“Ah…” He gaped as she sat down on his lap.

“Focus.” Was all she said.

Of course, that became hard as she pressed herself against him. The softness of her body and the close warm proximity of her vagina on his bone was sending him into overdrive.

And yet he didn't retreat into his instinct.

I can't do anything to her! It's Shigure! She's my Master and she could kill my ass!

Just as he thought that…

“Eh?” Kenichi asked.

That feeling of danger that Shigure had, hell all the masters had, was gone. Like it was instantly turned off.

And in that instant, Shigure Kosaka didn't look or feel like the deadliest woman Kenichi had ever known.

She was just an alluring older woman. That was sitting on his lap, mashing against his boner.

Kenichi already felt himself slipping from his fear state into that weird half awake horny mode. Women and their bodies filled his entire mind. The need to touch and rub their boobies had gone from a tantalizing secret thought to a need.

His hand flowed down to Shigure’s figure. Holding onto her sides and caressing them. Supple muscles underneath the kimono that almost seemed welcoming to his touch.

He didn't reach under it. Not yet.

His hands traveled upward and towards the two heavenly mounds that occupied his thoughts. He wanted to touch them. He should touch them.

That's Master Shigure's breasts. That's a bad idea.

But she's letting us, so it's fine.

Two sides debated in Kenichi’s head. Reason and Instinct.

Both wanted those boobs, of that there was no doubt. But Reason had doubt in him.

Instinct just wanted.

This is a test.

Test of what?

To show we can keep our head. We shouldn't grab those breasts.

But…but we want to…

Of course we want to! Its breasts! But remember why she's acting vulnerable right now! This is a test from our Master! We can't fail her! WE CAN'T JUST KEEP DOING WHAT WE'VE BEEN DOING!

But…but boobies…

THERE'S MORE TO LIFE THAN BOOBIES! GET YOUR HEAD ON STRAIGHT!

Reason punched Instinct in the face.

And with that, Kenichi blinked and came to his senses.

“Whu-what am Iiiiiiii!”

Of course he was still face first with Delicious boobs so he couldn't really stay calm.

Shigure put a hand over his mouth to silence him.

“...Good job.” She said.

When he finally calmed down, she released him and began rubbing his head.

“You've…finally started thinking. Good…good.”

She smiled at him

Kenichi blushed at the praise and the beauty coming from his master. He did feel good knowing he was making some sort of progress.

“Now…I'll drain you dry. As a reward.” Shigure said.

“...Hm?”

It was an impressively long night…

----DED---

“Jeez. This is soooo boring.” Koga the kicker whined as he took a walk. It’d been days since Kisara decided to do some secret training and had the rest of them scour the school for Blonde Big Boobs.

It was surprisingly hard to find a big boobed blonde monster girl. Go figure.

The childish thug just kept wandering around. It was how he found Shirahama and Blondie before so it could happen again.

Or maybe he'd find some chump to kick.

Like Takeda and Ukita.

Some good old revenge would be so good right now.

So in his own head, he didn't even notice he's gone from the front of the school to back where the gymnasium was. Inside the kids from the drama club were getting their dumb play together. Koga preferred TV to any of that lam-

“Huh?”

Something yellow flashed out of the corner of his eye.

He snuck over by the door to look inside. Some blonde girl had just back flipped over to another girl and took some gl-

“Ah!”

It came to him!

Those bouncy boobs hidden in that dress! He knew them!

“So that's where Blondie was! She's been here all this time!”

Koga couldn't stop smiling. Finally they were gonna get some action! Kisara was gonna flip and kick the crap outta the blond demon and Shirahama!

And then Koga will get to play as well.

“Speaking of, where’s Shiraha-”

Koga blinked.

In one of the rows of seats, he could see Shirahama and that Alien guy. The alien was trying to tell him things but Shirahama wasn't listening.

In fact, it was hard to think of the guy as alive.

He was weirdly glowing despite looking like the dead.
His eyes were closed.
His cheeks looked a little sunken in.

And yet he was smiling as if he was gracefully going to the grave.

“The hell happened to him?” Koga wondered.

Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched by angry blue eyes.

Notes:

Another chapter in my "if it doesn't exist, I'll make it myself!" saga. Kenichi was a personal favorite of mine back in the day. Not just because of the fights but because of the sexy women.

And low and behold the fanfic scene is lacking. Well here's where I come in.