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 3 Kaede's Bargain
The room kept the quiet she left behind. Oil cooled on his skin. He wiped himself clean, pulled the blanket to his hips, and watched the ceiling until the shoji paled. Sleep did not come after such sexual stimulation. At first light, a servant slid the door a hand's width, set down hot water in a basin and a folded robe, and bowed. "Lady Kagefusa requests your presence in the east gallery." The latch clicked as he wiped his body. The oil lifted and the ache steadied, but he didn't have time to rub one out. He dressed and followed the hush of the corridor toward the courtyard.
The corridor moved in whispers. Painted beams caught the first white of morning. He padded past racks of practice staves and a wall scroll inked with the clan creed. Two servants turned the corner with a tray and bowed. Silk shifted at their chests; the neckline opened a finger's breadth more.
Full breasts lifted with the bow and settled with a soft, measured sway. Thin fabric hinted at the darker circle beneath, nipples pebbling once in the cool as they straightened. Heat tightened low in his belly. Respect first, he told himself, even as his eyes took the measure of their oppai the way a craftsman studies steel. He breathed, let the pulse ease, and moved on.
The sliding gate opened to stepping stones and raked gravel. He crossed the courtyard and entered the gallery.
He sat down across the table from her. She did not mention her intrusion into bed last night.
Morning warmed the Manyū courtyard. Shoji threw a soft white glow. Rice and grilled fish steamed on a low table. Pickles gleamed in a lacquer dish. A kettle sighed. Servants poured tea, bowed, and left the air to the sound of cicadas.
As they withdrew, one paused to refill his cup. The fold at her chest loosened enough to fit something his width with ease. Silk drew tight over the swell and lifted, then settled with a soft bounce when she bowed. For a breath, the darker rim of her left areola showed at the edge of the neckline through the thin weave, the nipple hardening into a small point against the fabric. He took the cup and drank, his eyes down, his pulse steadying.
Kagefusa ate without hurry. She watched Issei over the rim of her cup. Her robe sat precisely on her shoulders, skin still faintly warm from bathing. She had seen where his eyes went. The corner of her mouth moved once, a small, knowing smirk that did not reach her eyes. Then the cup lowered, and her face was calm again.
"My half-sister Chifusa betrayed our clan," Kagefusa said. "She did not only take only my breasts. She stole the secret scroll that teaches every technique to expand them. She took my beauty, my voice in council, and my honor."
Issei set his chopsticks down. His shoulders tightened. "Tell me what you need."
"In this world, breasts make the world go round," Kagefusa said. "Size is not decoration. It is proof of a woman's worth."
Proof, he thought. His hands curled against his knees. "If someone took your oppai from you, I will not let them walk away."
A breath eased her shoulders. Not a smile, but permission. "Good. Chifusa is our only goal."
"What do you want me to do?" Issei asked.
"Follow my orders. When I take my revenge, you will make her beg to restore her breasts."
She eased the knot at her waist and parted the sash the width of two fingers. Silk shifted as she opened the robe a measured span and bared her chest in the old aristocratic manner. His eyes hardened her nipples. The weight sat full and certain, skin still faintly blushed from bathing. Faint water traced a line along the curve before it disappeared into the shadow under each breast. The pale areolas tightened, color deepening a shade. Her gaze did not hide behind shyness.
Issei's eyes dipped and rose.
Kagefusa tilted her head. "Promise me my revenge."
"Don't worry," he said. "Anyone who takes away another's oppai will face my wrath."
Silence tipped toward approval.
"Eat," she said. "An empty belly slows the hunt."
He lifted his chopsticks. "Yes, Kagefusa. But will you keep your oppai bare?"
Her eyes flicked to his mouth, then back to his eyes. A small, cool smirk touched one corner of her lips. "Bold. Audacious. You amuse me more than any man I have yet met. Do not mistake amusement for permission."
He met her gaze without blinking. "I will pleasure you, too. I will worship your oppai with my hands and my mouth, however you want."
Kagefusa rose in one smooth line. Her hand rested on the hilt where it hung on the peg. "Finish your tea," she said. "We leave as soon as you finish."
Issei drained his tea and stood with her. "I am ready."
"Walk behind me, Issei. You will learn the pleasures of breasts under my command."
"I will."
They stepped into the corridor as Kagefusa drew her robe closed. The gallery opened to a thin strip of blue. Pines moved in the courtyard. Steam thinned above the tea on the table behind them.
"Lady Kagefusa. Ouka Sayama, bodyguard to Muneyuki Manyū, waits on the ridge road. She requests your presence."
Kagefusa took her sword from the peg. The belt found her hip as if it remembered. She knotted her robe for stride, not ceremony, then shrugged it open again and left her chest uncovered. "Good," she said.
Issei fell into her shoulder. "Orders."
"Stay behind me," Kagefusa said. "Watch. Learn."
{Remember the last time you improvised in front of Great Red, partner. These women take each other's breasts; they can handle your dick.}
Issei kept his face straight. "I remember."
"Gate."
Lacquer clicked once on stone, and the courtyard exhaled heat. The doors slid wide on a breath of sun and cicadas.
She did not look back at the cooling tea.
They crossed into the light. The estate walls fell behind them. The road climbed. The wind carried smoke and a dare.
Back at the threshold, the runner stayed kneeling, as if even a glance at Lady Kagefusa's chest might be counted as speaking out of turn.
They kept the ridge to their left and followed the high path. Gravel hissed underfoot. Sun broke into coins across the needles. By late morning, the ridge cut a hard line against the sky. Wind combed the pines. Village smoke lifted in a thin thread below.
Ouka stood at the crest with a loose sash and her kimono open at the chest. The silk was pink with dark purple at the hem. Black arm guards hugged her forearms, purple wraps neat over hard muscle, white and purple cloth banded high on each arm. Her hair fell very long and black, square bangs clean above blue eyes that held no warmth.
Her breasts were small and firm. Pale seams, from the result of Chichi-Nagare, caught the light like frost. She rolled her shoulders so the marks showed.
A rope trailed from her hand. At the other end, a blonde-haired girl knelt with wrists bound and eyes up. Kaede watched without blinking. Sap streaked her sleeve. Pine needles clung to her robe. She had gone ahead to watch the ridge. Ouka had pulled her out of the brush.
"So the fallen captain returns," Ouka said, quiet and cold. "And what is a man doing on Manyū ground?"
Kagefusa stopped three paces away. "Do not think I fail to see why Father employs you, with that pitiful chest."
Ouka's gaze slid past her to Issei. It dipped to his crotch, then rose with a smile that cut. "He looks eager. A puppy. Does he know who you are? Second heir? Even after Chifusa's theft, you are not named heir."
Issei met her eyes. "I know enough." He heard his own voice and kept it steady. "I know what I am doing here."
{Really, partner? Did you forget you cannot use magic here? Still, I applaud the confidence.}
"Strip it to the bone," Kagefusa said.
"I know where Chifusa is headed," Ouka said. "Manyū's road watchers saw her cross the north spur at dawn. You want her. I hunt her. Walk with me, and you reach her before pride makes you slow."
"Your price," Kagefusa said.
"A place at the front when you try to take back the scroll and Breast Flow (Chichi-Nagare)," Ouka said. "If you miss, I will take the lesson."
Issei took one step. Heat climbed his throat. "Why should we work for you at all? Why can't we find her on our own?"
Kagefusa lifted a hand. He stopped.
She opened her robe a measured span. Ouka's blue eyes widened, the thought of padding a fake chest dying in a blink. "Weight speaks," she said. "Lie, and I take more than the pitiful mass you have left."
Ouka's eyes brightened. She slid the rope through her palm and drew Kaede to her feet. "Then keep up." She flicked her chin at the bound girl. "A witness. Or a token of partnership. Choose."
"She walks between us," Kagefusa said.
"Of course," Ouka said. "I enjoy balance."
She turned down the far path. Kagefusa followed. Kaede moved in the middle, wrists bound, steps careful. Rope fibers rasped when she shifted. Once, Kaede stumbled on a root. Ouka caught her elbow, set her on her feet, and loosened the knot by a loop. Her face did not change.
Issei took the rear, eyes on the ground, ears on the women.
{They are as hierarchical as devils, partner. Do not overstep until we see what they can do.}
Wind softened as the trees closed. Needles crushed underfoot with a dry hush. Resin scented the shade. Ouka glanced back once, the tilt of her chin a small test.
"Still marching with a captain's confidence," she said. "Is the daughter of Muneyuki unchanged after losing her honor?"
Kagefusa bared her breasts a fraction more. "Unlike you, I kept on my father's coin out of pity for your chest. Mine are already restored."
Ouka looked at her small breasts, an old hurt crossing her face. "So they are real."
"The gods heard my devotion," Kagefusa said. "They sent me a solution."
Issei kept his gaze forward. Once, he failed and looked at Kaede. She looked back. Her stare slid to his hands, then lower, then up again.
By late afternoon, the pines broke the light into coins on the path. The road bent, climbed, then leveled. Wind moved in the needles like quiet rain.
{They are more obsessed with oppai than you, partner. We might truly be in your own imagination.}
"I do not think imagination feels this real," Issei murmured.
They walked until the trees opened to a small clearing. The sky lay narrow and blue above. Ouka swept cones aside with her foot and found a flat patch.
"We make camp," Kagefusa said. She pointed to the pine at the edge. "Tie her there."
Kaede did not fight the rope. She watched Issei while the knot tightened. He felt the look like warm breath on his neck and told himself it was the fire.
Kagefusa set her sword by a stump and knelt to read the line of prints where the path came in. "I take first watch."
"I will circle the perimeter," Ouka said. "If your thief is near, I will smell smoke and fear."
"Do not bring trouble without warning," Kagefusa said.
"If I bring trouble," Ouka said, "you will hear it."
She slipped into the trees and was gone. Kagefusa moved to the far edge and faced the dim path, robe loose at the chest, blade close to hand.
Issei coaxed flame from dry twigs. The first lick of orange touched Kaede's collarbones. Resin bled a clean scent. She leaned her head against the bark and watched him.
"Are you the one who restored her breasts?" she said.
"Where did you hear that?" he asked.
"So it is true that breasts can be returned to the body," Kaede said. She tipped her chin to the flat of her chest. "Mine was taken. I want it back."
"Maybe," he said. "If you help us."
She swallowed. "Then untie my hands and let me show you I am willing to help."
{This is where you remember the last time you trusted a pretty face. Right before the light spear went through your gut.}
"What do you offer?" Issei kept his voice even.
"What do you want. What men always want." She lifted her bound wrists a little. Hemp scraped skin. "Untie me and I bet I can do more than Kagefusa."
The fire cracked as her arousal sweetened the air. Kagefusa stood in profile like a carved vow.
Issei glanced at her. She did not turn.
He reached for the knot. He slipped the loop and drew the rope away. Her wrists came free, faint rings on the skin.
Kaede pushed her robe aside with her forearm. The flat plane of her chest took the firelight and gave nothing back. "I have nothing to press your cock between. I have never given a titjob. Restore them and I will give you one."
He looked once, then met her eyes. "Make me cum and I will restore them. It only worked for Kagefusa by mistake when I finished inside her. I do not know how to do it without that."
"Fine," she said. "Untie me already."
He slipped the knot loose. Red bands faded under Kaede's fingers as blood came back. She slid to her knees between his legs and eased his robe open. His cock dropped to the cool air and thickened, dense piece of meat in her hand. Musk rose warm and sharp.
"It smells strong of musk," she said, stroking from root to crown. "You washed after having sex with Kagefusa then?"
"We were in the hot spring first. She was so happy to have her oppai back, she pressed them around me and gave me oppai service right there," he said. "Later, she came to my bed. She kept me in. Would not let me pull out. Finishing inside her is when it worked. It felt like heaven."
"Inside Captain Kagefusa," Kaede said, grip tightening a fraction. "And you are alive."
"She's strict. Not cruel," he said. "When I get my hands on Chifusa, the one who took her oppai, I won't spare her." His breath hitched as her fist slid. "How long are you going to keep me on the edge, Kaede?"
Kaede glanced up, tucked the name away, and anger banked behind her eyes. Her hand kept working, slow and sure from root to crown. A bead gathered on the tip and began to slip. "Then watch me blow this as best as I can," she said. "I'll make you cum harder than Kagefusa so you can give me mine."
She lowered her mouth. Warm breath washed the crown. Her lips brushed, tasting salt. "If I do it wrong, say it."
"You'll learn," he said, already harder.
She brushed the tip, tasted salt, then opened and took him in. Slow first. Her mouth sealed warm around the head. She fed more of him in, careful, until her throat warned her. She eased back, swallowed, and tried again. Her tongue traced clumsy circles under the ridge. Rhythm came, slipped, then found itself.
Her teeth nicked him. She flinched off, breath catching. "Sorry."
"Easy," he said, roughly. "More tongue. Less teeth."
She wrapped the base and pumped lightly while her mouth worked the top. Spit pooled and ran. A glossy string hung when she lifted and snapped across his shaft. She pressed down again and hollowed her cheeks, suction pulling at the crown. Her tongue flattened, then flicked the tender strip beneath. His thigh tightened under her free hand.
"Better," he said.
She took him deeper in small gains. Stopping to breathe while bobbing her head up and down on Issei's dick. The wet sounds grew louder. Her fist twisted as she rose, matching the roll of her tongue. When her gag pushed back, she eased off, stroked him slick, then swallowed the head again and milked it with her mouth. Her nose brushed his pubic hair. She drew up with a wet pop and licked the spill that slicked his shaft, slow and deliberate, tip to base.
Heat gathered but did not tip. He tucked her hair behind her ear. "I won't finish from mouth alone."
Her eyes lifted, steady. She stroked once, firm and slow, mouth shining. "I know how to finish you faster," she said, and closed her lips over him again.
Her robe had fallen open at her thighs. A dark, neat blonde triangle showed above her slit. She covered herself with both hands. "Not there," she said. "I am saving it for someone special." She looked up through her lashes. "But you can take me here instead."
Kaede turned on her knees and folded forward. Her knees slid apart as toes dug in for leverage. She reached back and spread herself. The tight ring caught the firelight. A small pulse beat there.
Issei's breath caught. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," she said. The word came thin but steady. "Do it."
He spat on her rim and worked it in with his thumb. The ring flexed and gripped. She twitched.
"Breathe," he said. "If it hurts, tell me. But I won't stop."
"Hurry and be done with it," she answered.
He pressed the head to her. The ring was held, then given by a breath. She hissed as the first inch slid past the seal. Her eyes watered. Fingertips dug into the grass.
"Don't stop it," she said. "Ram it in already."
He gripped her hips and drew her back slowly. One breath for each inch. Heat and pressure closed around him. The tight took him, claimed him, then eased. He buried himself. Her back arched. A strained sound broke from her throat. Her palms clawed and steadied.
"It's trying to push me out," he said. "Breathe and let your body adjust to its size."
He stayed deep and still. The first sharp spike of pain lived at the ring, bright and mean. Small pulses ran through her; her body tried to push him out, then thought better of it as she breathed. Her jaw unclenched. Shoulders loosened by degrees. The pain thinned to a thick pressure that felt through her cunt.
"Move," she said meekly.
He set a short, steady stroke. Half out, half in. Each pull tugged at the seal, each push seated warm. Warm slick ran from her slit and wet her inner thighs.
"Cum already," she said, voice tight but even.
He lengthened the stroke. Hips met hips with a wet clap. She pushed back to meet him, finding the beat she wanted. The ring gripped, fluttered, and gripped again. A rhythm echoed in the pine forest.
"Harder," she said. "Do not treat me like glass."
He took her at her word. Fingers marked her hips. He drew almost out and drove home. Once, twice, and then again and again. The clearing filled with slick snaps and breath. The tight clenched on impact and held him in the root. Heat climbed in her, bright as wire.
"Just like that," he said. "Take it."
She cried out and rocked with him. The stretch at the rim turned to a deep ache that went sweet. He rolled his hips to grind the last inch, and something bloomed pressure hooked behind her pubic bone and lit her clit nerves. Her thighs trembled.
"Do not stop," she hissed. "Right there."
He angled slightly upward, grinding the last inch each time. He kept her there and hammered on the same spot. Her belly fluttered under her, the urge to push cresting and breaking as she breathed through it. The pressure tipped. Her whole pelvis clenched hard and held, then let go.
"It… it feels—" The word snapped into a raw cry. A hot gush burst from her slit and splashed the grass between her knees. Another pulse followed, then another, sharp little jets that sprayed and ran down the inside of her thighs. She folded to her forearms and shook, breath tearing thin and fast.
He did not pull free. He stayed buried while the quake ran its length, one hand steady on her hip, the other flat to her lower back, holding her open on him until the tremor ebbed.
"You came before me," he said, voice low. "Ride me. As fast as you can."
She pushed up from her forearms to her hands and arched her back. She nodded once, planted her toes, and began to move. Short strokes first, careful. The tight ring flexed on the pull and hugged on the push. She lifted and settled in a steady rhythm, pressing back to meet him. Slick shone on her thighs where her spill had soaked the grass. Breath by breath, she rode faster, hips snapping down to seat him to the root.
"Good," he said. "Now faster."
She rose and dropped in quick, hard bounces. Each fall swallowed him; each rise tugged the rim. Her ass clenched on the descent. His balls tapped her on every slap. The grip around him changed from fight to pull, a greedy draw that asked for more and took it.
"Just like that," he growled. He met her drop with a hard upward drive and held her there, pelvis to cheeks, grinding the last inch until the ridge seated. Heat banked and burst. His stomach clenched, breath cut short, and the first hot pulse kicked through him.
Thick spurts beat out in a clear rhythm, deep inside her, each one wrung from the base, his shaft thudding in her grip as the tight ring fluttered and clamped around the root. He stayed planted, rolling small circles to keep the head pressed to that spot while the ropes kept coming, then softened to a warm spill, all of it caught and held by the squeeze at her rim until the aftershocks ebbed and he sagged, still buried, still pulsing.
She looked back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, breath hitching. "Where are my breasts, right?"
"Shit." He swore once. "I forgot to Boost."
She glared through a lock of hair. "All men are the same, greedy for more. Then do not forget it this time. This will be the last time!"
"It worked for Kagefusa when I was inside and said it at the peak," he said, breath rough. "I will time it."
"Then move," she said. "I want them back."
He slid his hands to her waist. "Yes to more?"
"Yes," she said, hips still rolling on him. "Do it."
He eased out, flipped her to her stomach in one clean pull, and lifted her hips. "Ready?"
She pushed back in answer. He slid into her on her cue. Cum and spit made a slick path. The angle let him bottom out. He ground his pelvis to her on each push. She cried out every time he seated deep. Nails bit earth. Pine sweetened the air.
"Do not forget it this time," she rasped. "You bastard."
Her second orgasm took her hard and clean. The ring clamped in quick pulses and fluttered along his shaft. Her thighs shook; heat shot up her spine; a broken sound left her throat. She pushed back to keep him seated. He set his jaw, rode the spasms, and held her there, full and pressed, until the worst of the shaking passed.
"Take it," he said.
He drew almost to the rim and drove home, grinding the last inch. The crest hit. His stomach locked; his breath cut short; the first hot pulse kicked through him. He stayed buried and let it take him, thick spurts beating deep while the ring squeezed the root and kept the flood inside. At the peak, he spoke it, low and sure.
"Boost."
His palm locked to her shoulder as the word left his mouth. Heat ran down his arm and into her skin. Power threaded under the surface of her skin like ley lines. Her nipples tingled as they flushed. Flesh stirred under her hands. Breasts rose, rounded, and took weight, skin tightening to hold the new shape. When she leaned forward, stiff nipples brushed the grass and left faint dew. She gasped and rocked as sensation climbed from chest to throat and broke in a loud, grateful sound.
Kaede moaned low and greedily. "They seem bigger than before. I can face Chifusa again."
He eased out and steadied her by the hip. As he withdrew, the seal broke; warm white spilled from her, thick at first, then a slower run that trailed down the seam and dripped to the needles below. It glazed the rim and slicked her inner thigh. "Breathe." He waited until her shoulders stopped shaking. "Water?"
She sank to the ground and rolled to her side. Her wrists were free for a while. A white sheen rimmed her thighs.
Firelight lay gold over her new curves. She lifted her breasts and tested weight, bounce, and the soft give over fresh firmness. A breathless laugh escaped her. "I missed them so much."
He lay back, breath slowing. His robe sat crooked across his hips; sweat dried at his throat. A faint smile faded as sleep took him. The clearing held its hush. At the far edge, Kagefusa stood on watch, not as oblivious as she let them believe. She kept her eyes front, counting the risk and letting her escape. To the left, a branch shifted once and went still.
Kaede stayed a hand's width away. She did not sleep from sheer exhaustion. She rolled onto her back and cupped her breasts. The new weight filled her palms. A steady ache that said they were hers again. She rolled her thumbs over each nipple and watched them harden. The pull at the base felt like an old stance remembered.
She let go and studied Issei's face. No twitch in his eyelids. No change in his breath. A curl of hair crossed his brow. The rope lay near her knee; the knot he had opened still held a small loop. She touched it, then wiped pine grit from her fingers on the inside of her thigh.
She pushed up on one elbow. The robe slipped from her shoulder. Night air reached her chest. She covered nothing. She waited for a reaction from her captors. But Issei did not stir.
As she rose, her hips gave a tight reminder of where she had taken him. She pressed her palm there and breathed once. The soreness was manageable now, but she felt suddenly empty there.
She moved without sound. She paused, lifted her breasts again, and felt the pull at the base of her ribs. Enough to open the doors of society again for her. She nodded to herself.
She crouched at the fire. She took a small coal on a leaf and touched it to a seam of resin at the base of the pine where the rope had been. Resin bled and caught. A puff of sweet smoke rose. She smothered the coal under her heel and scrubbed a handful of needles over the ground where her knees had pressed. She brushed her hands clean. Kagefusa did not turn.
Kaede crossed to the dark side of the clearing opposite the watch. She set each foot where shadow already lay. The tree line took her. She stopped and listened. No branch moved. No breath close by.
She slipped between trunks. Needles gave underfoot. She followed the shallow dip that carried rain downhill, a path with no twigs to break. She kept the robe open at the chest to cool herself and closed it at the hips where the soreness lived. Heat lingered low. A faint slick eased down the inside of one thigh and cooled.
She thought of Chifusa as she ran. Her face. A sword hand. A choice of hers that cut her out of a life. The memory had no words. Only the shock in her body when the weight had gone and silence had answered.
It was not silent now.
She angled left where the dark thinned. A game trail showed as a lighter smear. A sandal had left a heel notch in a print there. Ouka's, longer than Kaede's by a finger. Kaede set her own foot beside it and moved on.
Moonlight thinned through the tops and lay a pale line across her chest. Her nipples hardened in the forest air. She stepped through it and looked up.
Ouka leaned a shoulder against a trunk ahead. Arms folded, hair down her back. Not a bit surprised by her escape.
Kaede stopped three paces away. "Ouka."
Ouka did not answer at once. Then she pushed off the bark. "You should walk quietly rather than running away."
"I owe her a warning," Kaede said.
"Which her?"
"Chifusa."
Ouka's gaze dipped to Kaede's chest and came back. "So that's why the man is here."
"Yes," Kaede said.
Ouka tilted her head. "Go on, then. I will not stop you."
"Why?"
"Because I want to give Chifusa a fair chance," Ouka said. "And I want to see who wins in the end when the road narrows."
Kaede waited. If there was more, Ouka did not give it.
"Tell her this," Ouka said at last. "The captain walks with her chest bare and her jaws closed. The boy keeps pace and thinks resolution is enough. I brought a witness. I am not an enemy if she is sharp. I am not a friend if she is slow."
Kaede nodded. She did not thank her. She turned to go.
"Kaede," Ouka said.
Kaede looked back.
"Enjoy the look people give you tonight," Ouka said.
"I know," Kaede said.
Ouka folded her arms again. "Good."
Kaede moved. The trees took her shape and let it pass. Ground dipped and rose. No sound behind her. She held her breasts still with one forearm when she had to run and let them swing when she did not. Skin pulled at the base where growth had stretched it. The ache felt clean. Her breath stayed low.
Back in the clearing, Kagefusa kept her post. The coals sank another shade. Issei turned in his sleep and laid one hand on the place where her body had been. He settled. The air did not change.
Ouka watched the gap where Kaede had gone until the dark closed the space. She leaned her shoulder back to the same patch of bark. Her face went still.
Kaede reached the open strip below the shoulder of the mountain. Grass took the moon and gave it back. A fox crossed the path and did not look at her. The far slope showed a shallow cut where a stream would run at dawn. She took that line and did not look back.
The clearing held its quiet. Pine smoke thinned and did not return. Ouka's eyes narrowed once and opened again. She brushed a needle from her wrist.
The wind moved across the ridge. A small sound. It did not change any faces. It did not change any vows. Kaede kept walking toward Chifusa.
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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 fifth chapter is in progress; the fourth is live on Patreon. Ouka gets her breasts back, and the D too (not the One Piece kind of D)..
The roster of oppai for the full journey is planned, but there's still one spot left for an omake (filler) chapter. Oume has been included in Chapter 4, and the next chapter's focus will be decided based on popular comments.
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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.
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