Issei crashes into a hot spring after pissing off Great Red, gets pinned by a breastless swordswoman, and accidentally brings her tits back with Boost. Now his dream of becoming Harem King is no longer a joke.
Chapter 2 Kagefusa Doesn't Share
Kagefusa rose from his lap without softness. Water dripped from the tips of her breasts, now full and heavy again, swaying slightly as she stepped over him. She didn't bother covering herself. She moved like someone used to naked authority. Her footfalls echoed against the wet stone as she walked back through the steam to get dressed and cleaned.
Issei stayed where he was, slumped into the edge of the spring, his cock slowly softening beneath the water. His chest rose and fell with each breath. The tension in his legs hadn't fully left. His thighs still trembled. His balls ached from how hard he'd come.
He didn't even try to stand.
A dopey grin pulled at his lips.
"I just lost my V card," he whispered. Then louder, breathless. "I just lost my fucking virginity."
He threw his arms up, splashing a little water, still panting.
"With a swordswoman. In a hot spring. To a warrior goddess with killer thighs and no shame. Hell yes!"
Still no response.
"Ddraig?" he asked. "Come on, say something. You're usually right there with the commentary."
Silence.
He frowned. A flicker of unease crept in.
"Ddraig…?"
Still nothing.
His smile fell. Slowly, he lifted his right arm. Crimson light shimmered over his wrist as he activated the Boosted Gear, summoning the gauntlet. The Sacred Gear gleamed red, but the glow felt thin and shaky.
He held out his hand. "Teleport circle. Go."
A sigil sparked, flickering like static, then fizzled into smoke.
He blinked and tried again, but still nothing.
"Boosted Gear, dimensional link," he said more firmly. "Contact Rias Gremory. Connect to the Underworld. Tap into leyline anchors. Anything. I don't care if it's Azazel's back door at this point."
Still nothing.
His chest tightened. "Come on. Just give me one link. One signal. I'll settle for Irina's voicemail."
Nothing.
Then, finally, Ddraig stirred. A long, dry breath rolled through his skull, like someone exhaling over smoldering coals.
"Oh, now you notice," the dragon rumbled. "You wake up in a strange land with tits in your mouth, balls drained, and suddenly you remember you're a devil."
"Ddraig. What the hell is going on?"
"You're cut off from your world," Ddraig said flatly. "That oversized lizard hurled you across realities. Not just space. This isn't some tucked-away dimension in the Underworld. We are nowhere near Gremory territory."
Issei's face drained of color. "But… that's impossible. My Boosted Gear connects to dimensional anchors. It runs on cross-realm magical ley—"
"There are no ley anchors here," Ddraig said, more amused now. "You're floating in a sea that doesn't recognize your rules."
Issei stared at his hand again. The gauntlet pulsed once, then dimmed. "This is bad."
"No," Ddraig said. "What was bad was asking the strongest dragon in the multiverse for a wish like you were standing in front of Shenron with a bag of potato chips. This? This is just the logical conclusion."
Issei looked up. The sky stretched wide above him, black and brilliant. The stars were sharper and larger than they should've been. They shimmered with strange colors like silver and violet, blue and blood-red. They didn't twinkle but burned.
"Those aren't our stars," he whispered. "They're old."
"They're watching," Ddraig muttered.
Issei flinched. "What?"
"Nothing," Ddraig said quickly. "Forget I said that. Maybe they blinked. Maybe I'm hallucinating. Or maybe we're standing in a realm where the sky keeps score."
"Ddraig, don't say things like that."
The dragon chuckled. "What? You wanted to be the Harem King. Don't you think etching your journey in stars is good enough?"
"I didn't think it would involve plane-jumping into the boobs of a swordswoman who steps on me."
"Then you should've worded your wish better."
Issei groaned and sank lower in the water. "This sucks."
"Speak for yourself," Ddraig said dryly. "I haven't enjoyed myself this much since that fallen angel impaled you on a spear after pretending to be your girlfriend."
A rustle broke the quiet. Issei looked up.
Kagefusa reappeared, now dressed in a black silk robe trimmed in silver. The fabric clung to her still-damp skin, open at the chest. Her breasts, full and heavy once more, shifted slightly with each step. She moved with the same silent command as before, not sparing him even a glance.
She tossed a folded white cloth at his face. It hit with a wet slap and slid into his lap.
"You're not going anywhere," she said.
Issei pulled the cloth off, blinking slowly. "I don't even know where I am."
She turned partway, just enough to answer, not enough to face him.
"The outer mountains of Kyushu. My family's land. You fell from the sky into it."
"Kyushu… as in Japan?" he asked.
"Yes."
He frowned. "But the stars… they're wrong."
"That's your problem, not mine." Her tone didn't change. "You'll learn. And you'll earn your keep."
She walked off without waiting for a response. Her footsteps made no sound. The robe whispered behind her like drawn silk.
Issei sat in silence. His hand twitched. He summoned the Boosted Gear again, just to feel the pulse. Nothing came.
Then Ddraig stirred.
"Be cautious," the dragon said. "If she's being honest, this is Japan. But not our Japan. Not the one we knew."
Issei whispered, "What does that mean?"
Ddraig's voice lowered. "It could be a sealed realm. A spiritual pocket bound to physical coordinates but governed by different rules, or it could be worse."
Issei's breath slowed. "How worse?"
"We might still be inside your mind. Great Red has done stranger things. He thinks in symbols and metaphors, not logic. You could be standing inside a dream strong enough to build its own laws."
Issei's stomach tightened. "You mean… this could be a dream?"
"Not just a millet dream," Ddraig said. "He is the dragon of dreams. There have been others who vanished like this. Dragons, devils, mortals, and even gods were pulled into places like this. Some never came back. Some forgot they were ever real."
Issei's fingers curled into the robe. "Then what do I do?"
"Don't assume anything is real. Don't reveal what you are. Don't ask what she is. Watch, learn, and survive."
Ddraig gave one final sigh. "Good luck, partner. You'll need it."
Issei stood slowly. The robe clung to his damp skin. His cock hung soft, still sore. His chest tingled faintly where her foot had pressed down and left its mark.
He followed her.
…
The halls of the Manyū estate were quiet, lit by the glow of lanterns behind paper walls. Incense hung in the air, smoky and sweet, thick enough to rest in the lungs. Issei followed in silence. A koi pond shimmered in a courtyard to his right. On the left, a weapons rack stood beside a statue of a nude woman kneeling with her hands cupped beneath her breasts in a silent offering to the world. The stone glistened faintly in the lantern light. Her face was serene, head tilted upward in devotion, nipples carved with meticulous care.
Issei slowed as they passed. His eyes lingered on the breasts, the way they were presented unashamed, almost sacred. His throat went dry.
"Is this a shrine or softcore art?" he whispered.
He didn't realize he had stopped walking until Kagefusa's voice cut through the silence.
"Move."
Issei flinched.
"Right. Sorry," he muttered, catching up with his eyes still drifting sideways. "It's just... really well sculpted."
Kagefusa didn't respond. Her robe stayed open at the chest. Her steps were smooth, centered, and efficient.
She stopped before a set of tall wooden doors. The surface was carved with the emblem of the Manyū clan: a pair of breasts framed by lotus petals and curling waves, each line etched with the same care given to a blade.
"This is the bathhouse," she said. "They'll tend to you. Then you'll sleep."
Issei hesitated. "Sleep? With you, or…?"
"You've earned rest. Not that kind of privilege."
She slid the doors open.
Steam poured out. The air inside was heavier, moister, and scented with crushed blossoms and hot oils. Two girls knelt just past the threshold, hands folded neatly in their laps. They looked up.
Kagefusa didn't enter. She looked over her shoulder once. "Be still. Let them see what kind of man you are."
Then she walked away. The door closed behind him.
Issei stood motionless. His skin was still damp. The robe clung to him. He tried not to fidget.
The girls said nothing.
He swallowed. "Sorry. For... all of this. I didn't mean to intrude. I didn't choose to fall into your hot spring."
The younger girl blinked. "You're... apologizing?"
The older girl stood. Her braid hung heavy over her shoulder. Her eyes were unreadable.
"You aren't from this land. You aren't clan-born. How are you still alive?"
"I'm... still figuring that out," Issei said carefully. "I didn't come here on purpose. I fell into the spring by accident. I didn't mean to land here."
"Falling into a bath isn't the problem," she said. "But Lady Kagefusa taking in outsiders? A man at that. That's the problem."
"She didn't kill me either," Issei muttered.
The younger girl tilted her head. "Are you a spy?"
"No," he said quickly. "I swear I'm not. I don't even know what this place is."
The older girl stared at him for a long moment, then nodded.
"I am Shizu. Attendant to the house of Manyū."
"I'm Hina," the younger said softly. "We serve together."
They bowed as one.
"I'm... Issei," he said. "Right now, I'm just trying to survive."
Shizu stepped forward. "Disrobe."
Issei hesitated. "I can bathe myself."
"That is not the purpose. You were accepted. You will be honored."
Hina stood beside her, glancing at the floor. "We've never washed a man before."
Issei froze for a moment, then let the robe slide from his shoulders.
The warm air touched his bare skin. The scent of oil and incense clung to him. His cock swung slightly as the robe slid off, already thickening from heat and tension.
It twitched slightly. A drop of precum gathered at the tip.
Hina's breath caught. "It moved."
Shizu inhaled through her nose, her cheeks faintly flushed. "He's already aroused. We'll begin with oil."
Warm water spilled over Issei's shoulders. He exhaled as it ran down his chest and over his belly, muscles twitching under the touch. The scent of sandalwood and crushed petals soaked into his skin. Four hands moved across him in unison, firm, reverent, and assured. They worked down his arms, over his chest, across the defined curve of his back. Hina's touch was light and fluttering. Shizu's was controlled, pressing into each muscle with method.
When a cloth slid between his thighs and brushed the underside of his shaft, he twitched.
His cock stiffened, rising from the heat, already slick and throbbing.
The clothes were set aside.
Shizu knelt first, fingers sliding along the hem of her robe. She parted it without hesitation. Her breasts spilled into view, high and firm, round with natural fullness. The weight of them was unmistakable. Her nipples were dark and already stiffened from the bathhouse heat, the tips puckered and proud.
Hina hesitated half a second, then followed suit. Her robe loosened with more care. Her breasts were smaller, but full enough to press and mold with pleasing yield. Her nipples were a softer pink, tight from arousal and steam.
They moved in tandem.
Each pressed a breast against his cock. Slick with oil and warmed by the air, their skin molded around him with a softness that trapped heat and friction. Shizu squeezed tighter. Hina adjusted, pressing inward with a shy urgency.
Issei groaned aloud. The sensation clamped around him, hot, wet, and smooth. His cock throbbed between their chests, cradled in the warm valley of bare flesh. The oil let him glide, but the pressure of their breasts provided resistance that was just enough to torture.
Shizu moved with rhythm. Her breasts lifted and sank in slow waves, sliding over his shaft with each stroke.
Hina's rhythm stuttered at first. Her tits bounced out of sync, but she bit her lip and leaned forward, correcting her pace until she matched. Her skin flushed. Her breath deepened.
Issei looked down through the mist. One woman's strokes were calm and disciplined. The others, eager and growing bolder. Both pairs of breasts gleamed with oil, pressing tight against his cock, each motion drawing a twitch from his core.
"You're leaking again," Hina whispered. Her eyes locked on the flushed tip, a bead of precum glistening at the head.
Shizu glanced up. "Taste it."
Hina's cheeks deepened in color. She leaned forward.
Her tongue flicked across the crown, catching the drop. She blinked at the flavor.
"It's... salty," she said quietly. Then, after a pause, "It's not that different from when we peak."
Shizu's voice was even. "Then take some more."
Hina parted her lips and circled the head again, slower this time. Her mouth closed around him. She sucked gently, her cheeks drawing inward with each breath.
Issei's knees trembled. His cock twitched violently between their chests. The warmth of Hina's mouth and the crush of their breasts overwhelmed him.
Hina sealed her lips tighter and drew again. The motion was steady, teasing, and unbearable.
"Shit," he groaned. "I'm gonna—"
"Good," Shizu whispered.
He came.
The first burst was thick and hot, striking Hina's tongue and spilling across her lips. More followed, streaking her chin, splattering her neck, painting both their chests with viscous heat. His cum ran down their breasts in creamy trails, sliding between their cleavage and dripping into the steaming water.
Hina froze, wide-eyed, lips parted. A strand of cum clung to her lip and drooled down her throat.
Shizu remained composed. She reached for a towel and wiped a deliberate trail from her breast. "He is potent."
Issei sagged. His breath came shallow and hard. His cock still stood firm between their slippery, cum-marked tits, twitching from overstimulation.
Hina touched her cheek where a white strand stuck. "That was... a lot."
Shizu stood. Her breasts glistened, full and glossy with oil and his seed. She gave a short nod. "Then he's ready for the bath now."
Shizu stepped closer, reached for a fresh cloth, and dipped it in the clean water near the edge of the bath. Her hands moved with practiced calm, wiping down his shaft, his belly, and the streaks that clung to his thighs. Hina followed silently, her face still red but her touch delicate as she traced the lines of release that had spilled over her skin.
Neither of them spoke.
They worked from top to bottom, gently rinsing the oil and seed from his body, their hands returning to the ritual that had started this. Issei barely moved. He let them wash him, chest rising with each breath, every nerve still humming from what they had just done.
Only when his skin was clean, his muscles soothed by the warm water and the softness of their touch, did Shizu finally reach for a towel.
The two women bowed in silence. They stepped from the bath barefoot, robes loose, skin aglow with oil and lingering heat.
Issei exhaled, a quiet sound he barely recognized. His fingers drifted to his chest where their hands had touched.
Whatever this world was, it no longer felt like a dream.
…
The futon felt too clean for what had just happened.
Issei lay flat on his back, his skin still warm from the bath, his cock sore and heavy against his thigh from the overwhelming force of double paizuri. The pulse in his chest had slowed, but nothing in him felt settled.
Something in him still trembled not from doubt or fading pleasure, but from the way the silver-haired swordswoman had looked at him before taking what she wanted. Not like he was a man. Like he was a tool. A cock to be used.
A low lantern burned near his side, throwing soft golden light across the paper walls. The room was silent, too silent, as if the air itself was pretending nothing had happened. His body ached in slow waves, each one a reminder of what she had done to him. The scent of sandalwood and sex lingered in the air, not yet fading. It clung to his chest and neck, soaked into his arms, and trapped under his fingernails.
He couldn't stop replaying what had happened in the hot spring.
Kagefusa, the sharp look in her eyes. The weight of her foot pressed into his chest. The grip of her pussy, tight and trembling, pulling him in like it had never known another man. The way she had lost just a hint of control when she orgasmed. The silent shudder that went through her when her breasts began to return. That moment had burned into him. Her disbelief, her awe, the raw breath that slipped past her lips as her body changed under his hands.
His cock stirred, thickening once more against his thigh. He shifted beneath the blanket, but the fabric dragged across his length and made it worse. A soft groan slipped out of him. His hips twitched again.
Then came the sound. The whisper of sliding fabric. The soft pat of bare feet on polished wood.
The door slid open without hesitation. The woman from his thoughts stepped inside.
Kagefusa entered barefoot, silent, utterly unbothered by the heat or the man watching her. Her body was uncovered. Her skin was clean and dry, faintly flushed from her walk through the hall. The light caught every line of her form. Her stomach was flat and strong, her hips gliding with quiet force. Her thighs brushed together softly, but his eyes locked on her breasts.
They were no longer flat but bountiful with pride. They swayed faintly with each step. Her nipples were flushed and stiff, dark against the pale swell of her chest, catching flickers of candlelight with every breath.
She didn't glance around the room. She didn't pause at the threshold or search for him. She already knew.
She came for what was hers.
Without a word, she reached the futon. Her hand took the blanket's edge. She lifted it in one smooth motion and slipped beneath, the warmth of her body pressing against his.
Her thigh touched his. Her hip followed. Then the full weight of her breast rested against his arm, skin radiating heat.
"I didn't come to cuddle," she said, her voice close. "I want your cock."
He turned his head slowly. The words still hung between them, heavy and irrefutable. His cock responded before thought could form, thickening beneath the blanket. She hadn't touched him. She didn't need to.
Her eyes never left his, searching for any sign of resistance.
Her hand slipped beneath the blanket. Her fingers slid to the base of his cock and wrapped around it with steady control. She didn't stroke. She just held him, firm and unshaking, her thumb grazing the thick vein along his length. He twitched in her grip.
A gasp slid from his throat.
Her breast still pressed into his ribs. Her nipple brushed his side as she leaned in closer.
He reached without thinking, cupping the breast against him. She didn't move. She didn't flinch. He lifted it gently and tested the weight that had only just returned. It filled his palm completely, soft and warm.
He brought it to his mouth.
His lips closed around her nipple and sucked slowly, heat blooming against his tongue. She inhaled softly through her nose. Her grip on his cock remained steady. His tongue circled the peak, drawing moisture with every motion. He dragged lower, then moved to the other side and sealed his mouth around that one, too.
"I don't want to stop touching them," he whispered into her skin, voice thick with awe.
Her reply came quietly, close to his ear. "Then don't."
She shifted her weight forward and swung one leg across his hips, straddling him with quiet intent. Her inner thighs framed his waist as she settled fully onto his lap. The heat of her body pressed down against him, bare skin against bare skin, nothing between them now but urgency.
Once she was steady, her hand slid down between their bodies. Her fingers found his cock without hesitation. She wrapped her hand around the base, firm and sure. She didn't stroke. She held him in place, her thumb brushing along the thick vein on the underside.
His cock twitched in her grip, already pulsing against her palm. A low gasp escaped his throat as she adjusted her position, lining him up without a word.
Her body pressed down against his lap, heat blooming where their skin met. His cock throbbed between them, nestled along the inside of her thigh. She moved her hand between her legs and guided him into place with quiet precision. Her grip adjusted, pulling him to her entrance. The head of his cock slid along her folds, slick against soaked skin.
She was already wet. The proof of her intent pulsed between her thighs.
She held herself above him for a breath, spine steady, thighs strong on either side of his hips. Then she sank down.
Issei clenched his jaw. His hands gripped her hips as she took him in. Her pussy opened inch by inch, swallowing the head with wet resistance. Her lips parted. She inhaled through her nose, holding back the sound that rose in her throat. Her walls gripped him hard, squeezing tighter with every breath.
She paused once he was fully inside. His cock sat buried to the root, held firm by the trembling heat of her cunt. Her thighs shook. Her breath caught. Her body stilled, adjusting to the stretch.
"You're thicker than I remembered," she muttered, her voice low and uneven.
She had taken him just hours earlier. That first time had been born of anger, the moment her breast-polishing ritual was interrupted. It was a collision of frustration and dominance. This time, her body moved with purpose. Her hips began to roll, patient and precise. She moved like a woman intent on feeling everything, using his body to draw out every ounce of pleasure she had once chased in haste.
Her breasts shifted with each breath, still heavy and high, slick with sweat. Her pussy pulsed around him, clenching in small, involuntary waves. She didn't lift or thrust. She simply rotated, dragging his cock in slow circles against every inch of her walls. The base of his shaft pressed firmly against the soaked heat of her entrance with every grind.
The blanket slipped from her back and crumpled behind her. Her pace began to quicken. Each roll of her hips became firmer, the slap of her body against his pelvis growing louder in the quiet room. Issei groaned beneath her, the pleasure curling through his spine, deep and relentless.
Her breasts bounced with every grind. Sweat rolled between them, catching the light. The muscles in her abdomen flexed and released in rhythm. Her pussy dragged across his cock with wet, sucking friction that left his thighs trembling.
"Fuck," he gasped. "If gods made oppai, they made yours first."
"Speak less," she snapped. "Fuck more."
She leaned forward, planting both hands firmly on his chest. Her weight shifted over him, bringing her nipples close enough to graze his skin. The contact was brief but electric, dragging warmth across his body with every movement of her hips.
She began to ride him harder.
Her pace sharpened. The grind of her hips turned to firm thrusts, each one landing with purpose. The wet clap of her body against his echoed through the dark, rhythmic and unbroken. His cock disappeared into her again and again, each stroke buried deep, each retreat a tight, slow drag along the slick heat of her walls.
Issei reached for her ass with both hands. His fingers spread across the firm curve of her cheeks, guiding her down with every thrust. The strength in her legs kept her moving with relentless control. Her pussy gripped him like it didn't want to let go. The friction was maddening.
"Feels like you're enjoying this more than you'll admit," he said, breath catching.
Her eyes flashed, sharp and focused. "You're just lucky I enjoy your idiocy."
Then she stopped moving.
She sat upright, her back straight, her chest rising and falling. Her breasts bounced gently from the sudden pause, nipples flushed from heat and breath. Her pussy still held him, twitching around his shaft, but she stayed completely still for a moment longer.
"Now you'll fuck me," she said... 'Let him think it was his turn.'
She lifted herself off his cock and moved quickly, her body twisting with practiced grace. Her back hit the futon with a muted thud. Her legs opened without hesitation. She lay back, her arms beside her, her gaze locked on his.
Her pussy was spread wide for him, folds glistening in the candlelight. Her inner lips were flushed and soaked, still clenching around nothing. A line of wetness dripped from the entrance and soaked into the bedding beneath her.
Issei rose without a word and positioned himself between her thighs.
He guided his cock to her entrance and pushed forward in one hard stroke.
She gasped loudly, the sound catching in her throat. Her hands grabbed at the futon beneath her. Her heels dug into the mat on either side of him. He drove into her with full force, slamming deep with each thrust. Her pussy welcomed him greedily, stretching to take him again, gripping every inch of his cock.
The sound of their bodies meeting grew louder. His hips crashed into hers. Her tits bounced with every impact, the curves rising and falling with brutal rhythm. Her breath came in sharp gasps, broken and involuntary.
"Is that all?" she hissed, her breath breaking. "Prove you deserve this cunt."
He obeyed. He thrust forward, burying himself to the root.
Her walls clenched tightly around him. Her entire body tensed. Her thighs locked behind his hips. Her pussy spasmed, contracting wildly as her orgasm hit with full force.
Her breath broke into fragments as her body shook beneath him. Her pussy clamped down hard, milking his cock with pulsing, erratic contractions. Her back arched off the futon. Her hands fisted the bedding. Her legs trembled, heels dragging along the edge of the futon as she came with raw, guttural need.
Issei groaned above her, eyes locked on the way her breasts bounced with every spasm. Her nipples were stiff, still flushed from his mouth, glistening with sweat. Her cunt refused to release him, drawing him deeper with every twitch, pulling him to the edge.
"I will kill you… if you stop."
Her voice cracked when she said it. Her face twisted, not from pain, but from the sheer force of release. Her eyes fluttered closed, then opened again, dazed and burning.
He grabbed her hips and thrust one final time.
His cock erupted deep inside her.
Thick ropes of cum surged into her, flooding her pussy with heat. He stayed buried to the hilt, his shaft throbbing as his climax spilled out in slow, powerful pulses. The sensation was too much. The friction. The heat. The tight grip of her cunt wrapped around him like it refused to let go.
Her legs stayed locked around his hips. Her walls continued to milk him, drawing out every drop. Warmth spilled around the base of his cock, leaking past her folds and down between her thighs. The futon soaked up the mess without resistance.
Neither of them spoke.
He lowered his weight carefully, chest brushing hers. Her breath remained shallow, fast, but not frantic. Her breasts rose and fell with each slow inhale, streaked with moisture, nipples still firm. The sweat between them mixed, cooling slowly against their skin.
His cock remained inside her, softening only slightly, still cradled by her pulsing heat.
Her thighs loosened. Her arms remained at her sides. Her fingers twitched once, then relaxed again. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him.
There was no softness in her gaze, but there was no rejection either.
She did not say a thank you. She did not comment on what had just happened. She simply met his stare, chest rising between them.
Then she whispered, "I didn't say stop."
The word didn't come with affection. It came with hunger and certainty. Her body still trembled, but her gaze had lost its haze. Her pussy still gripped him, still leaked around his cock, still refused to forget the shape of him.
Issei swallowed, breath catching in his throat. Her legs parted wider in response, a silent invitation or perhaps a command.
He reached for her breast, cupping the warm weight that had filled his palm hours earlier. He rolled his thumb across her nipple, still hard, still flushed from his mouth. Her response came without hesitation. Her back arched into his touch. Her hips shifted beneath him, adjusting for what she already knew was coming.
He moved over her again, hips lining up by instinct. Her legs guided him in without resistance.
A thick squelch met his return, loud in the still air. Her cunt let him in with messy ease, the slick spill of their mixed fluids coating his shaft as he slid back into her heat.
She gasped, soft and real, as he filled her again. Her breath shivered out of her throat, caught somewhere between relief and tension.
This time, there were no words. No dirty talk. No orders. Just the raw connection of staying inside her. No thrusting. No motion. Just pressure. Just presence. Just cock.
He lay still inside her. Buried deep. Surrounded by warmth and slick tension. Her pussy flexed around him slowly, like a muscle learning to hold again. Her body wrapped him in a wet, pulsing silence.
Her hands stayed still at her sides. Her thighs rested over his hips, not locking this time, just remaining open. His weight rested over her, skin touching skin. His breath matched hers. Her heartbeat slowed against his chest.
Only when her breath no longer trembled did her body soften beneath him.
…
Kagefusa lay across his chest, one leg hooked over his hip, her cheek resting against the slope of his shoulder. Her skin was slick and flushed, cooling slowly in the still air. The candle beside them had nearly burned out. Shadows crawled across the walls in slow, wavering silence.
Her breasts pressed softly against him. Each breath lifted them against his ribs. He stared at the ceiling, her warmth still wrapped around his cock, buried deep and twitching faintly with each aftershock. Wetness slid from where their bodies met, soaking into the futon beneath them.
She licked a drop of sweat from his shoulder.
"Your dick is not so useless," she murmured.
He didn't speak. He didn't need to. His heart still pounded, slow but unrelenting. His limbs had gone heavy. Her presence filled every corner of the room, every space inside him.
Her tongue traced his collarbone again. Then her teeth grazed it, sharp and deliberate.
"Sleep," she said, her voice a quiet command. "Tomorrow, we begin the hunt."
...
Morning crept in quietly.
Issei stirred beneath the sheets. The scent of sandalwood and sweat still hung in the air, thick and humid. His cock rested half-hard against his thigh, sticky with the residue of the night before, smeared in places where the blanket clung to him. Light filtered in through the wooden slats above the window, soft and gold across the floor.
The futon beside him was cold.
He reached out instinctively. She was gone.
The door slid open.
Two attendants stepped into the room without a sound. Both wore pale robes tied snug at the waist, the fabric brushing the tops of their thighs. Hina held a porcelain bowl of perfumed oil in both hands. Shizu carried folded towels, each crease sharp and deliberate.
They bowed together, their eyes downcast.
Then they approached.
Shizu knelt behind him, setting the towels aside. Her hands found his shoulders, pressing with firm control. Her thumbs worked into the base of his neck, tracing tension and unlocking it with each practiced stroke. She moved lower, spine to shoulder blades, slow and methodical.
Hina knelt between his legs.
She poured oil into her palm. The scent of crushed petals and something faintly spiced bloomed in the air. Her hands, warm and slick, settled on his inner thighs. She rubbed gently at first, then deeper, pushing upward with rhythmic circles. Her fingers brushed close to the base of his cock again and again, teasing without intent.
Issei let out a slow breath. A low groan slipped from his throat.
His cock twitched. Then it rose.
Hina paused, staring down. Her hand hovered just above the blanket, oil glistening between her fingers.
Her lips parted slightly. "It's… already standing."
Shizu didn't miss a beat. "Ignore it."
But Hina didn't. She slipped her fingers beneath the blanket. Carefully, reverently, she folded it back. The fabric slid away, and his cock sprang free into the morning air, thick, flushed, heavy with the weight of sleep and memory. A bead of fresh precum gleamed at the tip, catching the light.
Hina blinked. Her breath caught. Her hand trembled slightly before she reached forward and wrapped her fingers around the shaft.
It was hot and firm. Throbbing in her grip.
She gasped quietly. Her thumb ran along the underside, pressing into the slick skin. His cock pulsed again.
Shizu's fingers stiffened against his shoulders. "Focus on the massage."
Hina didn't respond. She climbed onto the futon, her knees settling beside his. One leg swung over him. She straddled his thigh and let her robe fall open. There was nothing beneath it.
Her bare slit pressed to his skin, warm and wet. Her hand moved over his cock again, stroking with delicate curiosity. She stared at it, lips parted, eyes fixed on the slow rise and fall of his shaft.
Issei opened his mouth. He wasn't sure what he was about to say.
Then the room shifted. The door slid open once more.
Kagefusa stood in the frame.
Her robe was tightly drawn across her chest. Her blade hung across her back, held by a single knot of black cloth. She did not step forward.
She did not blink.
Her voice was colder than the morning air.
"He belongs to me."
Hina froze.
Shizu reacted first. She reached for Hina, pulling her off the futon without protest. Neither of them spoke. They adjusted their robes, bowed once, and left the room in silence.
The door closed behind them.
Issei remained where he was, his breath shallow. His cock still stood hard, pulsing in the morning light. His thighs were slick with oil. The heat of Hina's body lingered against his skin.
Kagefusa didn't apologize for barging in. She didn't scold him for letting another woman touch him.
She looked at him for one long second. Her expression never changed. Then she turned and walked away.
Not a word more. Just the quiet sound of her footsteps disappearing down the hall.
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This is a crossover between High School DxD and Manyū Hiken-chō. If you believe the best stress relief in the world is a perfect pair of tits, you're exactly where you need to be. The fourth chapter is in progress; the third is live on Patreon. Kaede, the blonde attendant, has bargained for her freedom so she can warn Chifusa that not only the clan but Ouka, the one swordswoman capable of defeating her, is in pursuit.
The roster of oppai for the full journey is planned, but there's one spot left for an omake (filler) chapter.
You can share your suggestions for any woman from the Manyū Scroll.
This fanfic will be around 45,000 words, featuring Shizu and Hina (Kagefusa's attendants), Ouka, Kaede, and a final climax with Chifusa. If you have suggestions, kinks, or plot points you'd love to see explored, feel free to contact me directly.
Read 1 chapter and 5.2k words ahead now on p*treon.c*m/OmniNymph or buy it from my K*-fi shop at k*-fi.c*m/omninymph.