Denji's Uncanny Sexventure in Fourth East High School

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/49413007.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi
Fandoms: Chainsaw Man (Manga), Chainsaw Man (Anime)
Relationships: Denji (Chainsaw Man)/Everyone, Denji/Makima (Chainsaw Man),
Denji/Power (Chainsaw Man), Beam/Denji (Chainsaw Man),
Denji/Himeno (Chainsaw Man), Denji/Santa Claus (Chainsaw Man),
Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Denji/Yuko (Chainsaw Man),
Denji/Cindy (Chainsaw Man), Denji/Sawatari Akane, Denji/Katana Man
(Chainsaw Man), Denji/Quanxi (Chainsaw Man), Denji/Reze (Chainsaw
Man), Denji/Mitaka Asa/Yoru | War Devil, Angel Devil/Denji (Chainsaw
Man), Denji/Higashiyama Kobeni, Denji/Tendo Michiko, Denji/Mifune
Fumiko, Denji/Princi (Chainsaw Man), Denji/Sugo Miri | Sword Man,
Denji/Whip Hybrid (Chainsaw Man), Denji/Yoshida Hirofumi,
Cosmo/Denji/Long/Quanxi/Pingtsi/Tsugihagi (Chainsaw Man),
Denji/Falling Devil (Chainsaw Man), Denji/Famine (Chainsaw Man),
Barem Bridge/Denji, Denji/Spear Hybrid (Chainsaw Man), Denji/Mitaka
Asa's Mother, Denji/Galgali | Violence Fiend (Chainsaw Man),
Denji/Hayakawa Aki
Characters: Denji (Chainsaw Man), Makima (Chainsaw Man), Hayakawa Aki,
Power (Chainsaw Man), Beam (Chainsaw Man), Denji's Mother
(Chainsaw Man), Himeno (Chainsaw Man), Yuko (Chainsaw Man),
Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man), Pochita (Chainsaw Man), Abe Shinzo,
Sawatari Akane, Quanxi (Chainsaw Man), Pingtsi (Chainsaw Man),
Cosmo (Chainsaw Man), Long (Chainsaw Man), Tsugihagi (Chainsaw
Man), Mitaka Asa, Yoru | War Devil (Chainsaw Man), Higashiyama
Kobeni, Mifune Fumiko, Kishibe (Chainsaw Man), Princi (Chainsaw
Man), Hybrids (Chainsaw Man)
Additional Tags: Harems, Denji Has a Harem (Chainsaw Man), Denji is a drug trafficker
for Yakuza, Doesn't matter to the plot, Sex, More girls as we go on,
Female Hayakawa Aki, Female Beam (Chainsaw Man), Female Angel
Devil (Chainsaw Man), Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate
Universe - No Devils (Chainsaw Man), Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering,
Female Katana Man (Chainsaw Man), Impregnation, Porn With Plot,
Asa and Yoru are twins, Female Yoshida Hirofumi, Female Sugo Miri |
Sword Man
Language: English
Series: Part 1 of You Should Have Sex... Now!!
Stats: Published: 2023-08-17 Completed: 2024-02-22 Words: 285,038
Chapters: 47/47
 Denji's Uncanny Sexventure in Fourth East High School
by DitMeAoThatDay

Summary

Japan's population is decreasing very fast. Abe Shinzo has tried every method, from
persuading young people to have sex or offering to pay a huge sum of money for a Japanese
baby being born. Those have failed, so he had no choice but to initiate his final plan as a last
resort.

Have Denji impregnate the girls as much as possible.

Notes

Some will be genderbent, like Aki, Beam and Yoshida.

No sex in this chapter.

See the end of the work for more notes

 School sucks

School sucks.

Imagine having to spend nearly half of the day just listening to some maths that would be
irrelevant in the future. Like… how the hell are you gonna apply exponentiation in real life?

At least the girls in this school are cute.

‘Sex… Sex…’ Denji muttered in his sleep.

“Denji! Are you sleeping!?” Mr. Tanaka threw chalk at the sleepy student’s head, leaving a
small white stain on his blonde hair. This, of course, happened many times, not just once
though. “No sleeping my class!” With that, he returned back to his teaching, Denji slowly
raising his head up.

The rest of the boys giggled at the sight of Denji’s drool hanging in his mouth, which the
girls found disgusting and gross. His vision was slowly getting clearer from the dizziness.
Don’t mind him, he jacked off a few times before going to sleep. It really helps him fall
asleep faster.

He slept at 4 AM though.

Although the pain did wake him up, Denji’s eyes closed again and then his head wobbly
slammed on the table again. Hearing some snorts from behind him, Mr. Tanaka gritted his
teeth before turning around, grabbing another chalk, and throwing it at the sleeping boy
again.

“DENJI!!”

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“How much?”

“5 grams… 350000 yen.” Selling cocaine isn’t as hard as Denji thought. Not many people
know that he was currently working as a drug dealer for the Yakuza. Being a high schooler
does have its perk, such as having a high chance. of not getting suspected by the police.

The buyer hungrily snatched the bag but he didn’t give Denji the money. “Hold on. Wanna
test if it’s high quality.” He was a bit suspicious about Denji as he was a student, and a
student wouldn’t have any business with the Yakuza. The boy reluctantly let the man sniff the
cocaine. “Familiar smell! Here’s your money, boy!”

Denji grinned after receiving a stash of money. Another day, another success. “300000…
350000…” According to the contract, he would have to give the Yakuza 90% of his earning
to them, which means he would only earn 35000 yen from this deal.

Working this job is very tiresome, especially at night. You have to go around the city to look
for buyers and negotiate with them, also have to avoid police and dangerous people who
could kill you to have all of the cocaine.

“Why kid your age selling drugs?” The buyer looked from the bottom to Denji’s hair,
noticing that he was wearing his school uniform. “You're supposed to be in school, aren’t
you?” This surprised Denji, not because someone noticed he was skipping class, but because
an addict was telling him to go back to school.

Denji clicked his tongue, putting the stash of money in his pants pocket. “Nah, I wouldn’t
waste my time listening to some maths while I could make extra money selling these.”

“Well…” The buyer spat on the trash can. “Don’t really care about your situation.” And then,
he exited the alley, looking around to see if there were any policemen standing in the road.
With 35000 only, he could buy more erotic magazines or porn DVDs to watch.

Just like usual, Denji would have to hide the money somewhere so his deadbeat dad wouldn’t
steal it while he was going to school. Either that he would use up all of that to gamble or to
buy alcohol.

Although he didn’t make much today, it was enough for him to buy something nice for his
mother, something other than medicine. “Ramen… or Soba?” He could easily guess what
kind of cigarette brand his father usually smokes, but it’s hard to buy something that his
mother would be pleased with.

He hates thinking.

“Ramen isn’t a go-to choice for people with a heart condition. Soba is probably the best
choice.”

Denji flinched hard when he heard a soothing voice right behind him. Instinctively, he hid the
drug bags inside his pants to avoid suspicion. “Oh… Makima-sensei! What… What are you
doing here?” He certainly doesn’t want anyone to find out that he was selling drugs for the
Yakuza.

“I should ask you that question, Denji-kun. Why are you skipping classes?” He began to
sweat profusely as Makima looked at the noticeable bulge in his pants. No, it wasn’t his dick,
it was the bags of cocaine hidden in his underwear. “It’s against the school’s rules.”

He snuck out during recess, climbing through the iron fences and then proceeding to get
some cocaine. Usually, he would say that he had constipation so the teacher wouldn’t notice
his absence, and he would be back after an hour max. “I… My mom said she fainted so-
“I just met your mother going to the supermarket just two minutes ago, and she seems very
healthy.”

Shit. “I…” Denji rubbed his left elbow and looked down in shame. “I snuck out.” Makima’s
facial expression didn’t change at his admission.

“This isn’t your first time skipping classes, I presume.” If he remembers correctly, this is the
13th time, or is it the 14th? And no one had ever found out, well, Makima did find out. But at
least she didn’t know that he was selling drugs. “You could potentially get retention if your
homeroom teacher found out.”

No, Aki would kill him if she learned that he skipped class. There’s a reason why Denji
didn’t even have any interest in his homeroom teacher. She always scowls, stoic, she does
have a pretty face though, but her personality kinda ruins it.

And she is really, really scary when mad.

“Please, don’t tell Hayakawa-sensei about this, Makima-sensei!” He begged her, bowing his
head low. He would gladly be used like a chair rather than having detention with Hayakawa-
sensei.

“Actually.” Makima smiled, fixing her collar while Denji looked at her, confused.
“Hayakawa-sensei asked me if I could help you with her attitude and grades, as the midterm
exam is coming near. I agreed to help her.” Denji’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of a
personal tutor with her.

He hates studying, maths, geography, or basically anything about schools. Not girls though.
It’s his only motivation to stay awake in class, girls. Out of all, he likes all of them. From that
one chick who destroys everything in the canteen, or that girl who has eight earrings, or that
girl who is very good at swimming.

He wanted to have sex. Lots of sex. With lots of girls.

Except for Hayakawa-sensei, of course. She is definitely not a suitable partner for sex.

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Math sucks! School sucks! But since Makima is lecturing him, it doesn’t suck.

“Ah. You got this equation wrong, Denji.” The test told him to estimate a person’s height, and
somehow Denji solved it to -56ft. “Minus with minus become plus, and some calculation
units such as height or numbers of objects should be positive.”
Unlike that one math teacher, Tanaka, Makima is gentler and soft-spoken toward him. She
doesn’t shout at him, just a simple reminder, and then helps him fix the problem. Besides,
having an alone learning session after class is nice, as no other students would interrupt them.

‘Man, I wanna have sex with Makima-sensei…’ The way she teaches, her fingers tap on his
notebook. Denji specifically likes the male teacher-female teacher trope. He likes it when the
male student struggles to solve a math question, then the teacher would offer him to touch her
boobs to lighten up his mood. And then boom, sex happens.

But, this is boring.

Denji groaned as his forehead slammed into the table from boredom. “What is the problem,
Denji?” He hates studying very much, and even though he was being lectured by Makima,
math isn’t that interesting to him. A five-minute math lesson would put him to sleep easily.

“I’m just bored… Like… I don’t even wanna try my hardest into studying. Even if I was tied
into a chair, with someone holding a gun at my head, I wouldn’t even sit for three minutes.”
So basically, he is unmotivated.

“Is that so?” She tilted her head, looking at his notebook. Denji is more like a street-smart
boy, just not an academic one. She is aware that he is not motivated to learn math, and she
might have a solution for that.

Denji once brought a porn magazine to school and got caught by the principal, then the rumor
spread among the teachers. Himeno said she saw him staring at her butt during PE class. That
explained why he was fully awake only during Himeno’s class.

She cleared her throat. “How about an agreement, Denji?” Denji barely glanced at her with
disinterest until he saw something fascinating. Slowly but making it more exciting for them
both, Makima unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her bra.

“Ma-Makima-sensei!?” The boys would definitely kill each other to be in his place. And oh
boy, they wouldn’t believe Denji if he said that he saw her underwear. His eyes were fixated
on her chest, a line of drool hanging from his mouth.

But then she unexpectedly took off her coat, she stopped and offered a smile. “Every time
you manage to solve one equation correctly, I will unbutton one. If not, I will button two.” He
wanted to see more of her bare flesh, but he sucks ass at math.

But… he was now….

MOTIVATED!

Although this is too sexual for a teacher to do, at least it somewhat motivated him,
considering that Denji nodded obediently before going back to deal with the problems. Math,
a subject he hated, now… seems so fucking easy. Suddenly so fucking easy.

He is like Ein-motherfucking-stein now.

“I get it now!” His intelligence stat spiked whenever someone offered him sexual things.
Even Makima was surprised that he was concentrating hard to find a way to solve that
problem. One mistake, no more boobs.

“Hmm. I’m impressed.” So far, he managed to get all the equations right, just maybe too
messy, but that’s not a problem.

“Done!” He grinned proudly after solving all of the equations. Makima, with a gentle smile,
checked the result, with her right hand dangling on her shirt’s button. One right, she
unbuttoned one. Another one and Denji licked his lips as Makima looked at him with a smirk.

Teasing a young boy is fun, especially since he was poking his tongue out like a dog awaiting
bones. And just like that, he magically got all five questions right, and that means she fully
unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her body to him.

It was majestic, flawless. The way she slowly ran her fingers through her waist was so
intriguing that he could feel himself having a boner. Through her guidance, Makima took his
right hand and placed it on her breast. His hand subconsciously squeezed, earning a chuckle
from her. Like a curious child, he started to gently grope her breast through her bra.

He was not that impolite to order her to remove her bra, but he wanted to do the main thing
of sex. “Every time you are bored, unmotivated to study, think of me.” Denji looked up to her
with a blush as she guided his index finger to her mouth, and slightly bit it. “How about a
promise between us?”

“W…What promise, Makima-sensei?” Denji gulped.

“The midterm exam, if you pass it,” She smirked, leaning closer to his. His blush more
reddened as he could feel her hot breath hitting on his ear. “I will have sex with you.” Denji
couldn’t believe what she had just said. Makima just offered him sexual intercourse if he
passed the midterm. At that moment, the math doesn’t suck anymore.

His dream was a step closer to becoming true but that doesn’t mean he should get cocky. He
had to pass the exam, or there would be no promise about sex. So, he had to study. Harder!

“I-I will try my best, Makima-sensei!” He made a peace sign, poking his tongue out like a
dog. “I will pass the exam, easily!” She huffed at his bold promise. And that’s settled, Akera
would now have to buy her some beer for this one. After all, dealing with Denji was not that
hard, you just have to be a female.

Schools don't suck.

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Something is off, she can feel it.

“SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU! I WANNA STUDY!” Since when did Denji become so
responsible? He is infamous for being rebellious, naughty, and stubborn, but now, he was
shutting up everyone just to focus on her lessons.

So far, she has yet to receive a single complaint from any of her colleagues. Tanaka said that
he was oddly quiet and fully awake during his class, and English teacher Kusakabe told her
that he asked him if he could teach him again. Only Himeno was upset because he focused on
the class more than her ass.

Makima did her job well, and she should celebrate by hosting a drink-out after the midterm
exam ends with her co-workers.
 Athletic Girl (Female Beam)
Chapter Summary

Blowjob

Chapter Notes

Beam is called Bimu in this fic.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Alright, the midterm exam is coming.” Denji took a deep breath as he turned on the lamp on
his table. The textbooks were stacked into a large pile, and he remembered the last time he
actually read it was about a few months ago. He solved all of the problems easily last night,
so this should be easy.

And just like that, two seconds in he already picked up his phone again. “It’s boring
anyway… I should play with my phone for five minutes and then I will get to studying
again.” Denji was not a very attentive person and he would be easily distracted from his
studies.

And five minutes turned into fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes turned into half an hour.

Then thirty minutes turned into an hour full.

Two hours… And finally three hours.

Denji was stroking his dick while watching a porn video, then he realized what he had done.
“Shit! I promised myself to study!!” He pulled up his pants before hastily running back to his
desk. He was supposed to study both maths and English tonight, and he got distracted. “I hate
myself!”

This wasn’t the only time. It happened every once a week, of course, this also happened
every time. Got motivated. Got bored. Fapped. Realized. And then went to sleep. A loop,
basically. Even if he wants to study now, it’s already past midnight now. “I jacked off that
long?”

He let out a disappointed sigh, slamming his face on the table. Although Makima promised
him sex, he still couldn’t concentrate and try to improve himself. “I’m… such a
disappointment.” His mom wouldn’t be happy about his grades.

Staring at his papers, which were filled with his messy writings or some hideous drawings,
Denji knew that he would remain like this if he didn’t change. He just wanted to live a
normal life where he wouldn’t worry about anything. But society says studying good is the
only way to achieve success.

Then he heard someone knocking on his door. Must be father, he thought. Deadbeat always
walked into his room and at least stole something to sell for some money. That’s why he
always hid his money elsewhere. Denji didn’t even bother to look at the door and closed his
eyes, not realizing it wasn’t his father.

“Oh…” Denji’s mother was surprised when she saw Denji sleeping on his desk. Since the
light in his room was on, she thought he was awake and just wanted to tell him to sleep, but
she didn’t expect that he would fall asleep studying.

That is not true though.

‘Mom?’ She should be in her room sleeping since the doctors advised her to not stay up late
due to her condition. He was about to wake up and told her to rest, but too late, she was
already beside him.

She offered him a small smile as she looked at his desk filled with books, pens, and comics.
Denji suddenly felt warmth when she unexpectedly covered him with his blanket. “Denji, my
little angel… You shouldn’t push yourself… ” She lovingly stroked his messy blonde hair.

He remained motionless, pretending to be sleeping to not ruin this moment. Although he

couldn’t see her face, he could feel that he was worried about his health. ‘Mom, you should
care about your health more than mine…’ Now he knows why her condition worsens.

Like any parent, she is aware of Denji’s behaviors at school, but she doesn’t want to be too
harsh on him. She was too easy on him, more like. “But I believe that you will become better.
It will take time, yes, but by then, you will be a good person, than me.” She coughed, making
him frown slightly as she began to cough more intensely so much that he could smell blood.

“WOMAN! Where’s my noodles!?” From downstairs, his father shouted to his mom, who
tried to wipe off the blood from her mouth with the tissues conveniently placed on his desk.
She put the used paper in her pocket so that Denji wouldn’t know about her presence.

Just before she left, she again unexpectedly kissed his hair. “Sleep tight, Denji…” She turned
off the lamp on his desk and walked out of the room, turning off the light of his room. After a
few seconds of lying there, Denji opened his eyes and stared blankly at the door.

“There are some Soba noodles I just left on the fridge. I will reheat it for you.” Denji lightly
frowned at his mother’s muffled voice. He bought that Soba specifically for her, not that
deadbeat.

“You better do it fast.” The sound of television was heard, then coughings from his
mother. “Keep it down, will ya!?”
Denji never once knew that his mother stayed up that late just to make some food for his
father. Bastard didn’t even care about his own wife’s disease and still forced her to serve him.
He subconsciously touched his hair, where his mother gave him a soft kiss.

They said studying hard is the best way to success, which also means being rich, right? “I
won’t… fail you, mom…” Just like that, he got his motivation again.

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Is the world going to end? ‘Cause Denji isn’t staring at Himeno’s butt like usual. Akera
watched from afar as the infamous student was stretching before attending swimming class.
“I should stop drinking sometimes…” She refused to believe this was reality.

“Alright, class!” Himeno, the PE teacher, clapped her hands to gather her students’ attention.
Like Akera, she also felt something was off today. Ignoring the strange feelings, she cleared
her throat. “Anyone up for a swim today!?”

The boys cheered in happiness as they finally got to see girls in leotards, while Denji
remained silent… Was he studying maths? Near the pool?

The girls all complained about having to deal with boys.

“But with a twist,” Himeno smirked. “A competition between a boy and a girl. The winner’s
faction will have a pass to skip this class!” The whisperings got louder at the bold
exclamation. “However, the loser side will have to clean the whole school ground.”

So, in a competition between boys and girls, two sides would have to pick their envoy to
compete. The idea of skipping PE class is very intriguing to them, but no one seems to
question why she was allowed to host a competition.

In truth, she was caught snuck out of school to buy some beer, and the principal punished her
by ordering her to clean the whole school grounds. Himeno was lazy, no offense, so she
decided to host this competition to have someone do it for her.

‘I’m so smart.’ She smirked.

“Bimu! You should compete for us!” The girls shook the black-haired girl, who was visibly
afraid of something. Of course, she would be their first pick, she is fast, agile, swims fast as a
shark, and is very good at gymnastics.

“But… yesterday you ran a marathon. You could get cramps if you-
“Hell yeah!! I will!” Bimu raised her hand up. “Himeno-sensei! I will represent the girls!”

The boys, however, were having trouble.

“What do you mean Akoku’s arm was broken?”

“He accidentally broke his arm while running to catch a thief, I heard.”

Akoku Seigi was one of the best on the boy’s side. Baseball, basketball, running, swimming,
he joined anything. If he was here, the girls would definitely lose. “Now... who will?” The
boys all turned back to the second-best, Denji, who was seen nose-picking.

"Yeah... I mean... he runs really fast, probably faster than Seigi, can climb on fences, so… he
is our only hope now.” Out of choice, they decided to pick Denji as their envoy.

“What-

“Himeno-sensei! Denji will represent us!”

“The fuc-

“It’s been decided! Denji against Bimu!”

“THE FUCK!?” Denji angrily put his math book on the chair. “Why the hell did you choose
me!?”

“Get in position!” Himeno blew her whistle.

The boys tapped Denji’s back and shoulders as a way to give him strength. “You can do this.”
They believed in him, assuring their comrades that Denji would win easily. Girls are no
match to boys, but that doesn’t apply to Bimu though. She is a tough girl.

“Greetings! My name is Bimu!” Denji looked at the offered hand and shook his hand with
hers. “Ahh! I really admire your ability to climb! Especially that one time you jumped
through the school’s fence-

“Please stop here.”

“Get ready!” Denji and Bimu went to their respective block and got into a forward stance.
The boys cheered for Denji while the girls cheered for Bimu. The fate of their friends was in
their hands as both sides didn’t want to lose.

If Bimu lost, the girls would console her and tell her that she tried her best.

If Denji lost, call the funeral service.

“Set your mark!” Both contestants got into a forward stance. The cheering got louder. Bimu
took a deep breath. This should be easy as swimming is basically her best aspect. People
sometimes called her a shark for her speed.
Immediately after the sound of a whistle was heard, both of them jumped off the block and
started to swim. As expected, Bimu immediately took the lead because she was a shark…
girl. “Come on! Denji! Faster!” The boys started to yell at him, while the girls knew that they
had chosen the right person.

Denji was fit compared to his peers, so he was starting to keep up with her after a few
seconds. Being at least physically stronger and with legs that are designed specifically for
climbing fences, he swam fast enough to keep up with her.

She is tough, he gotta admit that.

Bimu realized that he was about to surpass her, so she decided to push herself to the limit.
Although she felt a little bit of pain in her legs, Bimu still began to swim faster. “This is fun.”
Himeno grinned.

The students were flabbergasted to see Bimu going into crazy mode. There’s a reason why
she was called a shark. Denji didn’t let the surprise distract him and kept swimming, but it
was too late, she was meters away from the finish line.

“Yes! Bimu! Just a little bit mor-

Suddenly, her left leg started to cramp, just like one of her friends predicted. “Ugh!” Bimu
gasped and stopped swimming to hold her toes and calf. Himeno and the girls intended to
jump into the water to get her out of the pool, but she raised her hand up to stop them. “I’m
fine… Just a few seconds…”

Seconds were enough for Denji to reach the finish line. “Yes, Denji! Keep going!” The boys
cheered for their envoy as Bimu was still holding her leg in pain. She looked down in shame
as Denji was getting closer to her.

“Hey, got leg cramp?” Denji unexpectedly stopped swimming and moved closer to her.
“Yeah, it took much, much longer than seconds to go away though.” Much to the students’
confusion, Denji pretty much ignored the boys’ begging for him to continue.

“You win…”

“Hmmm.” Denji rubbed his chin. “How about we both win?” Himeno’s eyes widened,
realizing that if they both finished at the same time, no one would clean up the whole school.
That would mean she would have to do it herself.

Bimu’s face burned. “How?”

Denji hummed, eyes opening wide as he came up with an idea. Since she can’t walk, let
alone swim to the finish line, the boy shamelessly picked her up in a princess carry in the
witness of the whole class, plus Himeno.

“Denji!! What the fuck are you doing?”

“You may fucking lose!”

“Don’t care!” Denji flipped them off. “A gentleman, like me, would not leave a girl when she
needs help.” Himeno cooed at the boy’s statement, while the boys nodded at that. Bimu
covered her face in embarrassment as Denji carried her all the way to the finish line.

Although Himeno’s heart melted at the cute sight of Denji carrying Bimu, she was screaming
inside as she realized that if no one lost, she would have to clean the whole school. ‘Must
find a way! Must find a way! MUST FIND A WAY!’

Seems like there is a way. When they both reached the edge of the pool, Bimu was the first to
touch the brick of the platform, which means that it was one winner, as intended. Himeno
smirked, already taking a lot of pictures from her camera as proof.

“Damn… Never knew Denji was that a gentleman.” The boys all nodded in agreement.

The girls all swarmed around the tired Bimu, asking for and massaging her leg. And Bimu,
on the other hand, tried to cover her blush. “Are you feeling hot, Bimu?”

“No-no! Must be the cramps…” What kind of cramps cause a person to blush?

Himeno comically slid right in the middle of the boys and girls, raising up a picture of
Bimu’s hand touching the platform. “The girls win!” Bimu raised her finger to try to say
something, but Himeno quickly shut her up. “Don’t do this, please.”

Denji gulped in fear and looked at the boys to see them looking at him with murderous intent.
One of them even dialed the funeral service in case he died. “Hey, guys… Let’s just settle this
nicely and without any violence…” He stepped back, the boys stepped forward. “Hi-Himeno-
sensei, help me.”

The PE teacher sensed that something bad was gonna happen, but that wasn’t her business to
interfere. “Good job for saving Bimu, Denji-kun!” Just like that, along with the girls, she ran
off.

In the corner of his eyes, Denji saw something. “Why are there a coffin and four nigg-

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“At least I don’t have broken bones…” He got lucky because Kishibe-sensei stopped them all
before he fucking died. Now, said boys were sweeping leaves in the school’s yard,
occasionally flipping him off from the windows.

The health clinic is scarily empty today. There was no one else except for him. Denji kept the
blind drawn to avoid the boys’ hateful glares.
“I brought you salmon!!”

“Motherfuc- Bimu?” The girl he competed against moments ago suddenly appeared beside
his bed, with a box of bento. Denji looked at her in confusion as she shyly offered him her
lunch box.

“Since you carried me out of the water while I was experiencing a cramp, I thought this is the
least I could do for you…” Denji couldn’t believe that a girl was giving a bento box to him.
Never in his life, something like this had happened before.

He hesitantly grabbed the bento box from her hands. “Wow… This is…” He had no words to
describe how weird these fish slices look. It looks like it was cut by something blunt, more
like it was torn apart by hands.

“I made that! Cooking isn’t my specialty but I tried my best!” The rice doesn’t taste good.
Denji mustered all of his strength to swallow the food down. Oh god, even the vegetables
don’t look like it was grown on soil.

Denji faked a smile and gave her a thumbs up. “It was… great…” He even gulped down the
food. “Super… great…” Bimu grinned in happiness. Noticing that she was closing her eyes,
Denji immediately grabbed the trash can under his bed and puked all of them in it.

Bimu still didn’t know about that. “How can you climb so fast? Like you hopped through the
fences in seconds?” Denji’s eyes slightly widened, and he had the feeling of puking out the
food again.

He cleared his throat. “You saw me snacking out, didn’t you?” Bimu flashed him a small
grin. Denji had a feeling that something wasn’t good was gonna happen. Potentially, she
would report this to the principal and he could get expelled, ‘cause this isn’t the first time he
snuck out.

“Yes! And I really want you to train me!” Denji’s brain stopped working when Beam
essentially requested him to teach her to… climb. The cramps hurt like hell, but somehow
Denji was agile enough to jump through fences and catch up to her.

Denji dumbly looked at Bimu like she was growing a shark fin on her head. “Uh… no.”

“WHY!?”

“Because I have homework…”

“LIE! Tanaka-sensei said that you haven’t done your homework for months! And now you’re
suddenly excusing yourself?” She started to grip the blanket and shook him in an attempt to
change his mind. “Please! Please! Please! Please!”

“No!” He never noticed that she was this strong for a girl. Unfazed, Denji’s head kept
dangling from Bimu’s childish force. He had to learn maths tonight, also physics and
something soft… wait, he slowly realized that his head was hitting on her boobs.
Turns out, due to the swings, his head sometimes hit on Bimu’s boobs. The strange things are
she didn’t notice it, and his dick slightly rose up, creating a small bulge under the blanket.
‘Holy shit!’ “Stop! Stop, please!”

“Please! Please!” With one final yank, the blanket was thrown off the bed, revealing one big
stick inside his school pants, or that’s what she wanted to say. Denji instinctively covered his
erection with his hands, but Bimu’s eyes were fixated on his hand.

Then, an idea crossed her mind. “Ah! If I suck your dong, you would agree to train me,
right?!” She learned that kind of logic in porn. Like… a girl wanted to buy something but had
not enough money, so she seduced him and the guy would let her go with the item. Or that
one bald guy agreeing to have sex as payment.

Guys want sex, that’s what she thought.

“What!?” The fuck was she thinking? “No!” He was gonna save his virginity for Makima,
and her only. She promised to have sex with him if he passed midterm, but it also got him
thinking. What if he failed? No sex, of course, then there would be no second chance.

If two girls promised him sex, he should accept both in case one didn’t work out.

Why choose one girl, when you can have multiple?

Bimu already unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, eyes slightly widening after seeing
a big bulge underneath his underwear. She had never seen one in real life before, only from a
porn video. One secret, she likes watching buff men fucking buff me-

Slowly pulling down his underwear, her blush deepened as she got a full view of his cock. It
was pretty big, for a scrawny high schooler like Denji. She froze solid for a few seconds
before shaking her head again to get rid of thoughts. She had to do it right so that Denji
would train her.

Both of them could say that this is a thank you gift for saving her. Denji didn’t bother to stop
her from stroking his dick because he now changed his view about things. Bimu, on the other
hand, didn’t know how to do it. ‘Do I just… lick it?” She just knows that she has to use her
month in order to “persuade” him.

The smell ain’t bad since swimming probably washed off the smell in some way. She bit her
lips as she leaned closer to his dick, admiring its size a bit before poking her tongue out to
lick it at the tip. Denji let out a shaky breath when her lips gave his glans a kiss.

This is basically their first oral sex. Beam placed her palms on his left thigh as he felt her
saliva coating on his shaft. She worked her mouth wonderfully. It’s a good thing that the
curtains covered the windows and no one else was present in the health clinic, they could
have their little moment here.

Due to the excitement, Denji held his breath as she continued to suck him off. Strangely,
Bimu felt something thick in her mouth. It was… salty, not much. She temporarily stopped
her activity to examine the strange liquid. A drop of cum leaked through his pee hole.
It was just precum, nothing too unusual. But she didn’t see anything like that in porn, since
the actors had to be very clean, from hygiene to anally, so it’s not realistic. It wasn’t a big
deal at all, and she went back to her business.

Denji enjoyed this, not gonna lie. Other than her wonderful month, he wanted to see more of
her. She is very athletic, might have a chance that she had some great ass. His left hand
reached out for her boob and began to grope it. They weren’t big, but he didn’t expect much
from a female high schooler.

He didn’t want to undress her since the female uniforms are much harder to put on, unlike the
male one, which is just a buttoned shirt and pants. Plus, he is really beaten up and tired, so no
penetration.

Bimu seemed to at least learn something over time. She doesn’t get any trouble putting his
cock in her mouth, and there is less choking and coughing, but she couldn’t reach the base.
Occasionally, she would lightly bite his dick for no reason.

It’s hard to believe that it all started with him being chosen to compete with her in a
swimming match. At first, Denji was pissed off because the boys forcefully chose him, but
that unluckiness led him to this.

His finger gently rubbed where her nipple was supposed to be, earning a shaky breath from
Bimu as he began to grope her breast. Her muffled moans sounded cute to him. A minute
passed by, Denji felt something was about to shoot out from his dick. ‘I’m near my limit.’

Denji, of course, is a gentleman. He certainly doesn’t want to cum into her mouth without her
permission, so he stopped groping her breast to give her a shoulder tap, which earned a
confused glance from Bimu. “Stop. I gotta buss.” Her mouth released his dick, and Denji
immediately grabbed a tissue and placed it in front of his tip.

Strings of cum shot out from his pee hole, then the tissue would get stained by it, rather than
the bed sheet or his pants. Bimu wiped her mouth and looked at him with a big grin on her
face. “You agreed to train me!?”

Denji threw the dirty tissue in the trash can. “I didn’t-…” He sighed. It’s pointless anyway,
and he would feel guilty if he refused after she gave him a blowjob, a really good one.
“Alright, I will…”

“Yay!”

“I’m no teacher, so don’t expect much.”

“Hey, Bimu!” A girl in school’s sports clothing opened the clinic’s door. Denji quickly
covered his lower half with his blanket again. Luckily, that girl seemed to not to notice his
erection. “I heard that you are here. Now, let’s go. We’re gonna be playing volleyball.”

“Volleyball! Hell yeah!” Bimu immediately got off her seat and ran out of the room. Then,
she comically ran back to the clinic again, but with a piece of paper in her hand. “Oh, I forgot
 to give you this. Call me when you’re free!” With that, she gave him a friendly wave before
running to the school’s gym with her friend.

Denji’s head plopped down on the pillow. He looked at the white ceiling blankly, a small
smile appearing on his face as he recalled the feeling of her mouth. “Man… I got a blowjob
before I even got my first kiss.” Weird, innit?

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“Himeno, did you do the punishment as I told?”

“Of course! When I was about to grab the broom, the boys from Denji’s class suddenly
offered to do it for me.” Himeno faked a tear.

“I understand.” He slid a picture on the table. “Then what the hell is this?”

Himeno leaned closer to the table to see a pile of trash in the yard. The boys did clean the
school whole, but this was moments before they scooped them all into the trash cans. In the
picture, the boys arranged the leaves into a message.

F U C K Y O U D E N J I

Chapter End Notes

Now, I am just trying to get familiar with this kind of "one chapter one sex" fic. I'm
more like plot guy.

What girl do you want to sex next?

 Petite Blonde Cutie (Yuko)
Chapter Summary

Warning: Rape-ish content. Skip this chapter if you're uncomfortable

Vaginal fingering, breast groping, intense kissing

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“Bro, that game yesterday was stupidly hard!”

“Nah, you’re just a noob! Complete the side quests first, then you get to the main boss
easily."

Denji overheard some boys’ normal conversation about some games they just played
yesterday. And that got him thinking, if having sex with Makima is the “boss fight”, he would
have to do some “side quests”.

Which is having sex with other girls.

The tired boy snapped his fingers as he set himself a goal. Bimu was the first one, and it was
easier to have her blow him than he thought. He wanted to give Makima-sensei a good fuck,
and that means he would need to gain some experience from each sex. It must be different
girls so that he would learn something else from each one.

Despite being pretty, the girls of this school are beyond weird and quirky.

That one red-haired girl called Tenshi is quiet, so quiet that everybody thinks she has a gun
inside her backpack.

One girl is obsessed with insects and spiders. No, spiders aren’t insects, Thanos was wrong.

A girl who eats three meals in one hour.

Or that one girl having a scar always got into fights. And her autistic sister.

Or that one nerdy Chinese girl.

Most, if not all of them, are weird.

That was both a good and bad thing for him. Quirky girls are fun, especially in sex, but they
are a nuisance to date. Of course, Denji wants sex, but not dating so much. He wants girls,
not a girl.
A harem.

Denji slapped his table with a sinister smile as he made up his mind, unknowingly attracting
some people’s attention. His life, his whole pathetic existence only exists to have sex with the
girls. Why watch porn, while you could do it? There are two things Denji wants, having sex
and making money to pay for her mother’s medical bill.

“Prime Minister, we have a good candidate to increase our country’s birthrate.

“Tell Agent P to find him now.”

Denji knows that he isn’t popular with the girls. He’s quite handsome, but his smell and
demeanor ruin that. And also he is lazy, stubborn, and infamous for skipping classes.
Rubbing his chin in thought, he didn’t even notice that break time was over.

The students started to go back to their seats and sat down. Instead of a teacher entering the
classroom, a student from some kind of student council, he doesn’t give a fuck about them
much. “Greetings, now let’s get to the main point. Who wants to join a disciplinary
committee?”

Strangely, no one raised their hands. Denji looked around dumbly, noticing that his friends
were looking down to avoid eye contact with those three students. Everyone else knew that it
was an extremely tiresome job to do.

Then he realized something. This is basically the opportunity to prove himself that he could
be better. He just needs to work hard, make a good image of himself, then bam! Girls all over
him.

Denji, of course, raised his hand in pride, attracting the students’ shocked gazes as the
council’s members grinned. This isn’t something everyone expected, much more shocking
than Powa declaring they would be the next prime minister.

“All right, what’s your name?”

“Denji. Just… Denji.”

“No surname?” He nodded. “I’m not having enough rest to ask why but… You will be
guarding the school’s gate, checking the students’ uniforms, and doing more stuff. Each
weekend, you will also have to blah blah blah. I don’t care much because I got forced to join
this shitty student council thing.”

With that, one student left the classroom, and Denji’s classmates immediately looked at him
with suspicion. “Did…” They all looked at Hayakawa-sensei, who just entered the room with
an eyebrow raised. She sighed in defeat. “Nevermind. Open your book to page 68.”

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Doing uniform check daily isn’t hard at all, because Denji got to see more girls. But… again,
the girls of this school are so weird that the school has to add more strange rules about
uniforms. Taking a deep breath, Denji smiled as he readied his note and pen. Just like that
one green girl from Mortal Kombat said:

This will be easy.

“No! You cannot bring a tarantula to the school!” Princi looked down in shame, which made
Denji somewhat guilty. “Ah, I mean, you can… bring one, but don’t let the teachers find
out.” Princi nodded with a smile before making her way inside. “I’m so dead.”

“The hell? It’s not Halloween yet!” Kosumo, known for cosplaying in school, was now
dressing in Mina’s costume from My Hero Academia. Although it was a nice cosplay, this is
against the school’s rules. “No cosplay allowed…” She outright ignored him and calmly
walked away. Denji slapped his forehead, sighing.

“Wait, do you even carry something with you?” Tenshi hummed, then she noticed that her
shoulders didn’t feel heavy at all, and her hands were empty. Her eyes widened in realization.
She just left her backpack at home.

“Oh. Hey, even after the bell rings, let me in, alright?” She didn’t even wait to hear a
response from him and began to walk back to her house just to grab her bag. Denji just stood
there, looking completely dumbfounded about this red-haired girl.

“What the fuc- Agh!”

“Make way! Make way!” Some girl impacted him, resulting in both of them falling to the
ground, with Denji’s face being planted on the dirt, while that girl safely landed on his back.
“Make way for the great Powa!” She didn’t even notice him and broke into a run again.

Denji wiped the dirt off his face, only to be stomped on his back and his head by some girl
from his class. “Sorry~ Didn’t see you there!” That girl, Shindi, laughed along with her
friends as Denji picked up his note again and wrote their name on the paper, but his pen was
also destroyed in the process. Most likely they stomped on it.

“Fuck…” He tiredly sighed.

“Are you okay, Denji?” Akera asked from behind, feeling a bit worried for her student.

“Hayakawa-sensei!?” He immediately stood up and dusted off his shirt, offering her a smile
to assure her. “No, of course not, Hayakawa-sensei! I was doing fine. I… tripped.”

“If that so…” She patted his left sleeve to wipe off the remaining dust. “Good luck, ‘cause
this work isn’t gonna be easy, especially for someone like you.”
“No worry, Hayakawa-sensei. I can do this!” Denji proudly patted his chest. Akera didn’t
seem impressed and moved on. When she disappeared out of his view, Denji dropped his
facade and blew a raspberry. “This sucks…” The girls clearly disrespected him, and he hoped
that wasn’t a sign of something bad.

He suppressed his frustration, trying to calm his body by breathing in and out slowly. The job
itself wasn’t hard, just the students, especially the girls. He ain’t no misogynistic, but the girls
are a different breed.

Women.

The bell rang, signaling it was time for him to close the gate. Being a gatekeeper isn’t part of
the job, but he was a little mad today so… he flashed a sinister grin. “If I suffer, you also
suffer.” Students who arrive late will be locked outside, just like him sometimes.

Only seconds after he closed the gate, someone instantly arrived at the gate. Denji internally
smiled as that person desperately patted the iron gate to gain his attention. ‘Yeah, yeah, keep
patting, and I’m not gonna…

“Please, let me in!”

A girl’s voice. Denji turned around with breakneck speed, seeing a blonde girl wearing
glasses looking at him with teary eyes. “Who are you?” Denji approached the gate but had no
intention to let her in because he could potentially get punished for that.

“Name’s Yuko… Please, can you let me in?” If he’s not wrong, she is the Kusakabe’s little
sister. She clasped her hands and swayed them in a begging motion. Denji, although he finds
her cute, doesn’t wanna get scolded by the committee.

“Can’t do anything for ya…”

“Please… I woke up late because my clock died…”

“Don’t care. Didn’t ask.”

“Please, my brother would kill me if you didn’t help me. This is the third time of the week
already!” Denji annoyedly scratched his head as he was now facing three choices. His brain
was telling him to ignore her and go back to class. His heart was yelling at him to help her.
But his dick, on the other hand, had an idea.

Fuck her, help her by making up a fake excuse.

Denji looked at her Yuko with mild interest in her. This was the perfect chance for him to
sneak out of class, and he had just come up with a plan that could benefit both of them. She
wouldn’t get punished, and he would be allowed to sneak out of class.

He carefully looked around to check if there were any students or teachers out there, and
there were also no cameras observing this place. “Lucky for you!” Denji grinned as he looked
at her with a smirk. Yuko nodded, and his hand reached for the lock and opened it.
Yuko smiled brightly as the gap was large enough for her to enter the school. “Thank you-”
Suddenly, he pushed her lightly to stop her from moving inside. She looked at him with
visible shock, an awkward smile on her face. “Ah… What… are you doing?”

“Nothing is free, Yuko.” Denji grinned, making her nervous. “I help you. You help me.” He
pointed at himself then her. Yuko took a moment to find out that she had to repay him, with
money.

“You want money, right? Here, I… have 6000 yen, you can have-

He wiggled his index finger as a sign to refuse her money. Money isn’t what he wants
because he earned quite a lot from selling drugs so there is no need to take her money. Denji
pushed her hand, which was holding the money, back to her pocket.

But first, he must make sure that she agreed to do this, ‘cause he ain’t no rapist. “So, would
you help me, Yuko?” She looked nervous and somewhat afraid because Denji looked like he
was about to devour her. But knowing that her brother would take away her phone if she got
caught again, she nodded. “Then, follow me.”

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“Health clinic?” Yuko thought that he was gonna bring her to her class, and tell some fake
excuses, like she got tripped and had to go back home to change her uniforms or something
like that. Denji noticed that the nurse wasn’t there, nor there were any students.

He strangely closed all the curtains of the windows, then proceeded to get some things from
the drawer. Some stockinette, some padding, and a pair of scissors. ‘Is he faking an injury for
me?’ That was a good idea, not gonna lie.

And you wonder, how does he even knows how to medical stuff, but don’t underestimate
him, he can pick up something with just a few glances. Then, he placed all of the equipment
on the table beside a bed, patting it on the bed to tell Yuko to sit on it.

She hesitantly walked up to him, feeling a bit anxious about this. Some teachers or a janitor
could walk by and see both of them in the clinic. Let’s hope that it wouldn’t be her brother.
As she sat down in front of him, Denji unexpectedly placed the bandages on the table again.

Yuko bit her lips and still waited for him to fake her injury. Minutes passed by, and he was
still staring at her, then she started to look around nervously, avoiding his eye contact. “Don’t
you remember what you promised?” Yuko bit her lips as Denji came to sit down right beside
her.

His hand reached for hers, and she recoiled back with a shy chuckle. “Uhm… I did promise
to repay you, but…” Yuko scratched her wrist as a sign of awkwardness. The room had very
little light since Denji closed all the curtains, and it was a good thing because no one would
know they had sex there.

Taking advantage of a girl’s innocence isn’t what he would want to do, but he must
completely side quests first. He suddenly touched her right breast, and then slowly groped it
from under. Yuko’s face remained confused, after a few seconds of processing, she yanked
his hand off her.

“What are you-

“Be quiet!” Denji pointed at the door. “You don’t wanna attract anyone, do you?” He grinned
mischievously, and then Denji crawled right beside her again, but Yuko looked down to avoid
his eyes. “And you also wanna skip today’s class, right?” Denji jabbed her cheek with his
index finger, grinning.

It’s true, though. She sucks at English, which Kusakabe teaches. And he is very strict,
especially to her. Denji knew that he had said what she wanted, and now he moved on to
manipulate her into having sex with her. “I can help you with that, but you must help me
first.”

In fact, she does want to skip classes. But the only way for him to help her is to do whatever
he says. She is aware that he might do something dirty to her, but she would tell him no if he
dared to cross the line. After a minute of consideration, she nodded, earning yet another sly
grin from him.

“If you don’t mind.” The horny boy’s palms perfectly fit on her breasts. Denji, a professional
at this kind of stuff, easily guessed her size through her bra already. ‘C cup or D cup…’ He
added more pressure in order to feel more of her, closing his eyes as he found out the truth.
‘Yeah, C cup.’

They aren’t big, but boobs are boobs, just like girls are girls. He would enjoy them all. About
her breasts, definitely better than Bimus’s, but not as good as Makima-sensei’s. Again, boobs
are boobs, so no discrimination. Denji wet his lips as his fingers silently moved to her waist,
removing her belt.

When he pushed the straps of her pinafore aside and pulled it down, Yuko covered her face in
shame as Denji got a glimpse of her shirt and undergarment. Denji, however, wanted to grope
her boobs first before doing any penetration because he noticed that she is quite
uncomfortable with this.

Time may not be much, but that doesn’t matter, he is not in the mood for a long blowjob or an
hour-long penetration. The Yakuza just called him last night, saying that he had to sell half a
kilogram for them. ‘500 gram…. 35000000 yen!’ Enough for more than a month of treatment
for his mother.
At this point, Yuko wanted to kill herself. Never in her life, she would be taken advantage of
by a boy. He is quite a handsome hunk, but that doesn’t justify the fact that he tricked her. If
somehow Kusakabe found out, both of them would be dead.

The pinafore was pulled down to her waist by Denji, whose hands started to feel up her petite
body. First the waist, nothing too special other than a very slight curve of her hip. Next, Denji
unclipped the hook of her bra, eyes noticeably dilating as in front of him was the bare chest
of a young girl.

The hormone immediately kicked in. His penis grew bigger as his eyes fixated on her pink
nipples. It’s strange that humans easily were attracted to two blobs of fat placed on a human
chest. His right hand pulled down the zipper of his pants, grabbing the hem of it and pulling it
halfway down his thigh.

They couldn’t risk getting caught having sex because that was also against the rule. He didn’t
want to remove the clothes because it would consume time, yes even seconds matter. He gave
his dick a few strokes as he kept staring at her modest breasts.

Denji wanted to say that this is enough, just a view of her bare breasts and a few gropes, no
penetration or using his dick. But his hunger for physical intimacy overlapped his mind, now
he just wanted to do some naughty stuff with her. Yuko then felt her back not touching the
bedsheet anymore, she opened her eyes to see her face just inches away from his.

He did hold her up and had her sit on his lap while his dick was hitting on her panties. Yuko
didn’t dare to look at him, but Denji held her chin with his fingers and tilted her head to face
him. “Look at me, Yuko.” Still, although Yuko’s face was aligned with his face, her eyes still
intentionally looked away.

A tired sigh escaped his mouth. He would feel really guilty if she cried right now. A girl’s
emotion is really fragile, he is aware of that. So, he had to take things slowly, no need to
make haste. It’s probably her first time, considering how she acts.

Ironically, this would be his first, too.

B-B-Bu-But porn said that you should be aggressive and more dominant to your female!
Denji wiped his eyes and sighed, shaking his head in disappointment at himself. ‘Slow and
gentle, I guess…’ Hesitantly, his fingers under Yuko’s chin tilted her head near his, and then
he opened his mouth for a kiss which she shyly complied.

It wasn’t a good kiss for the two students, but it was a completely new experience for Yuko.
“W-Wait!” Her weak whispers quickly got cut off when Denji shut her up with another deep
kiss. He could feel her hands clawing on his back, protected by the fabric of his shirt.

Eventually, she gave in and just let herself go numb under Denji’s soft smooches. In fact, this
is also his first kiss, but he seemed to do much better than Yuko, an amateur at this stuff.
While his mouth was busy, his hands searched for her chest. A moan escaped Yuko’s mouth
when he pulled out to give her a second to breathe, only for them to continue it again.
He felt a little bit of extra weight when she wrapped her hands around his neck, resulting in
her being laid back on her back and Denji was pinning her. Despite that, their kissing didn’t
stop. His hands stopped fondling with her breasts and they went for something more
interesting instead.

Her blush deepened when his fingers slid through her underwear. To avoid moaning too loud,
she grabbed a bow tie and bit on it. Denji licked his lips, closing his eyes in pleasure when he
finally touched a woman’s vagina. He isn’t exactly experienced at this, but porn at least
taught him some skills.

Denji only inserted two fingers, while his thumb rubbed her clitoris. The young girl could
feel her body being rocked by two mere fingers, and his mouth too. The only sound in this
room was muffled moans and occasionally gasps. “How was it, Yuko?” Denji smirked,
raising his eyebrows. “Did I do well?”

She nodded at him, biting her own lips while Denji continued to finger her pussy. Again, he
is not in the mood for penetration, or blowjob of sorts because time doesn’t allow them to do
all of that. On the bright side, they could get a chance to skip classes.

Although Yuko doesn’t want to say it out loud, this is much better than her masturbating on
her own. Usually, she just only dared to rub the lips and clit at best, not shoving fingers inside
her vagina. After a few seconds, she began to feel something building up inside her.

Her stiffened moans were like telling him something. Denji just instantly knew that she was
about to come. A smirk spread across his face as he hastened to finger her faster. As
expected, her moans got louder than usual, so he had to shut her up with a deep kiss.

Denji could see that Yuko was breathing heavily through her nose as she finally orgasmed. A
stream of water squirted from her vagina, spraying all over the blanket, thankfully, it didn’t
hit the wall. Her body twitched from pleasure, even after Denji stopped.

After nearly a minute had passed, Yuko’s legs went limp as her orgasm was finished. The boy
grabbed a towel from the table to clean the sweat off her forehead and glasses. She closed her
eyes with a faint smile, although this might be deemed sinful, at least she had some fun.

Denji chuckled, pulling his pants up again and wiping the dirt on his uniform. “Well…” He
helped Yuko put on her pinafore and cleaned her bow tie, which was covered in her saliva
when she bit it to suppress her moans. Yuko shyly looked at him with a blush, then she
pointed at the equipment on the table. “Are you gonna fake an injury for me?”

“Yeah…” The boy cracked his neck. “I didn’t forget the promise.” But the fucking bed
sheet… Who is gonna clean that up?

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“Yuko! You’re… late?” Kusakabe turned to his classroom’s door to see his sister, along with
Denji. The main thing that immediately got his attention was the bandage wrapped around
her left palm. “Did you get injured in your hand?”

“Yes, oni-” She cleared her throat. “Yes, sensei! I got careless and accidentally slashed my
hand by the spikes near the gate, but then Denji came and brought me to the health clinic.”
Kusakabe nodded with eyes wide. He initially thought that she got up late, just like usual.

And it’s weird to see Denji being this helpful. “Alright, Yuko, get back to your seat.” Both
Denji and Yuko cheered internally when Kusakabe actually bought into that lie. “Also…”
The English teacher turned to the blonde boy, pointing at him with a chalk. “You should go
back to your classroom too.”

“But… sensei…” Denji rubbed his hands in anxiety. “I don’t think Hayakawa-sensei
would…

“Don’t worry. I will explain it to her.” He internally grinned as he knew that the chance of
skipping classes increased. Now, he just needs to create another problem that would allow
him to not attend classes, then he would sneak out and sell cocaine.

Yuko waved at him friendly with her right palm. Denji also returned the wave, unknowingly
attracting unwanted attention from her classmates. “Yuko! Out of everyone, he was the one to
bandage you up?”

“Don’t think so. Maybe he rap-

“Quiet!” Kusakabe knocked on the board. Yuko, on the other hand, blushed brightly when
she recalled the time at the health clinic. Everyone else noticed that and raised their
eyebrows, but then she shook her head to assure them that absolutely nothing suspicious
happened.

“Did I forget something?” Denji hummed. “If I forgot, then it wasn’t important.” He
shrugged his shoulders and continued to stroll along the hall, not realizing someone was
standing in front of the gate.

“He promised to hold the gate for me…” Tenshi, now with her backpack, was still waiting
outside for Denji to come to open the gate for her.

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 “You have come, Pochita.” The Prime Minister of Japan, Abe Shinzo, called out to his best
agent. From the silhouette, a dark figure menacingly stood, and then it slowly made its way
to the only light source in the room. The agent was revealed to be… a dog.

He put on his hat.

Pochita the Dog!?

“You informed us that you have found a boy who can help raise Japan’s population?”

“Precisely, Prime Minister.” The sausage-looking dog showed the leader a picture of Denji.
“His desire to have lots of sex is very admirable, Prime Minister. We can use him to raise
awareness about childbirth.”

Abe hummed in thought, seemingly still not certain about this. But to stop his beloved
country, which absolutely did nothing wrong in WW2, from becoming a country full of old
people and barren of young children, he had no other choice but to pick Denji.

“Now it’s your mission now, Agent P. You will destroy any condoms that the boy touches or
contraceptives the girls might have. Destroy any suspects who dare to steal his girls, and you
must get them fuck. THEY MUST FUCK EVERY TIME, FUCK EVERY HOUR, FUCK
EVEN IN SCHOOL! MORE GIRLS, MORE KIDS! I will raise Japan’s population by all
means, even if I have to revive Imperial Japan! Tenno Heika BANZAI!!”

Chapter End Notes

This chapter feels like rape to me.

That's right. This fic is all about Abe Shinzo's propaganda>:)) So get the fuck off your
bed or chair, find a woman and have many beautiful children with her. You need a
family to be happy. HAVE SEX, NOW!!

If you can think of a plot where Denji can fuck a girl, you can share it with me. Writing
scenarios like this is really hard, ngl.
 The Sexy School Nurse (Santa Claus)
Chapter Summary

Lots of kissing, cowgirl position, impregnation(?)

Chapter Notes

I apologize for what happened in chapter 3, which contained rape. I was wrong. Rape is
wrong. I will try my best to avoid writing that again

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Turns out, manipulating someone into having sex isn’t cool, at all. It felt so empty, soulless,
and rapey. ‘What the hell was I thinking?’ Denji covered his face in guilt as he recalled what
he had done to Yuko yesterday. Maybe he should try to get girls to have sex with him in other
ways other than blackmail.

She must be really hating him right now, sure, she did wave at him but maybe she was still
hating his guts and would try to avoid him. ‘Maybe…’ Denji crossed his arms, looking at the
convenience store right to his right. ‘I should buy something for her as an apology.’

As expected, Denji was immediately overwhelmed by a lot of choices. He likes soft drinks,
but she might not be too interested in it. Curry buns? Nah, every student carries a bento box
for lunch, so it must be something light so no chocolates or chips. After a quite of more
searching, he found… “Yogurt?”

He opened the refrigerator and grabbed a four-pack of cold yogurt. It’s probably the best one
he could find since yogurt has a low-calorie amount, pretty tasty especially when it’s cold. If
his mother enjoys it, Yuko enjoys it.

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After the bell rang, Denji immediately dashed out of the room quickly, leaving anyone
baffled by his speed. Fortunately, Yuko’s class was just around the corner, so he didn’t have
to go far.

Upon reaching the doors of her class, also nearly bumped into some male students who exited
the room, he stood at the door and searched for Yuko, who was still sitting alone, with her
bento box on the table.

No one else was beside her, just… Yuko and her lunch box. Denji took a deep breath,
reminding himself that he only had to go in there, apologize to her for yesterday, and give her
the yogurt. By the way, the yogurt is very tasty, which is why he was only carrying 3 packs
since he ate one.

He walked up to her table, placing the yogurt packs near her before sitting down in front of
her. Yuko, surprised, offered a forced smile as Denji looked at her with regret. “Oh hey…”

“Disclaimer though.” Denji sighed. “I suck ass at apologizing, so it will be really bad, or
cringe.” Clapping his hands, he slammed his forehead on the table with so much force that
the sound gained all of her classmates’ attention. Every single one of them was looking at
Yuko, who still froze in confusion.

“Wh-What?”

“I’m sorry for rap- I mean uhh ah yeah, accidentally cutting your palm yesterday.” Her eyes
widened in shock as Denji slammed his forehead on the table again. He wasn’t going to stop
until she either forgave him or just refused it. Yuko knows that he was apologizing for what
happened in the clinic, and that was really strange. He acted so smirky yesterday, but now, he
looks like an idiot.

“Stop! Stop!” Yuko patted his shoulder with a shout. His forehead has multiple small wounds
due to the force, and he wiped it all off with his left hand. “It’s okay! I… forgive you for that.
It was an accident, right?” His eyes lit up in excitement when Yuko accepted the yogurt, a
sign of forgiveness.

With that, everyone else got back to their own business. Denji rubbed the back of his head,
carefully looking around to see if there was still anyone eavesdropping on their conversation.
“I’m sorry for coursing you yesterday. If you want money, you can ask me how much you
want.”

Yuko hesitantly nodded, visibly blushing. Don’t blame her, she isn’t the kind of person that
would bully people for money. Although he offered to give her money whenever she needed
it, Yuko couldn’t just do that. She isn’t a bully.

“Hey, Yuko, found a freak that can be a friend with you now?” Someone laughed behind her,
giggling as Yuko grew uncomfortable at their presence. Denji noticed the girl behind Yuko
was… ugh, Shindi. “It is true that a freak can only make friends with a freak, I think.”

“The fuck you doing here?” Denji tilted his head, eyes narrowing in annoyance when Shindi
glanced at him. “Did you just… follow me here? From the class?”
“Of course not. I’m just visiting my best friend Yuko-chan here, right?” Yuko looked away
and nodded. Something was off, he could feel it. Yuko was frowning. “Nice yogurt you got
there. Give me?”

“The… fuck?” Denji’s left eye twitched.

“You… can have it.” Yuko could only watch as Shindi flashed her a grin, as her hand was
about to touch the yogurt packs, Denji suddenly slammed his hand on it before sliding it back
to him. “Hey, give me that!”

“Nuh uh! I bought this for Yuko as an apology! You ain’t gonna have it!” The bully tried to
snatch the yogurt back from his hand, but Denji stood and raised it up high. Due to the
significant height difference, Shindi couldn’t even reach his wrist, so she began to tip-toe,
and Denji did the same. “You’re so short!” Denji laughed as Shindi desperately tried to jump
to reach for the yogurt.

‘This is… strange.’ Yuko didn’t know what word to use.

“Give it! It’s my favorite flavor!”

“What?! I bought it for Yuko, not you!”

“What is Yuko’s is mine. What is mine is mine.” Shindi did the unexpected: kicking his
crotch. Every boy watching the scene suddenly felt a telepathically sharp pain with Denji,
whose knees bent in pain as he grabbed his groin. Despite the pain, Denji still tried to stand
straight and covered his crotch again.

Shindi realized that he is a tough nut to crack, so she did it again, by kicking him in the dick.
The hand did a good job absorbing the damage, but it hurts like hell. Yuko looked in horror,
then realized that no one was trying to stop them, even some of them took their phone to
record Denji being kicked in the balls.

“Stop! Stop please!” Yuko stepped up and stood in between them, her palms pushing their
chest to stop them from getting closer. Shindi seemed surprised when Yuko pushed her away
because she thought that Yuko wouldn’t raise her voice to her.

“My… balls…” Denji grabbed his crotch and whimpered in pain while Yuko was trying to
block Shindi from grabbing the yogurt packs. This is bad news for Denji, and the Prime
Minister of Japan too. If Denji lost the ability to reproduce, Japan would collapse.

“Agent P! You must do something!” Pochita the Dog calmly pulled out a dart gun and ammo
with the text “aphrodisiac” on the barrel. “Like always, you always prepared something for
us, Agent P.”

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“Fucking hell…” Denji sighed in exhaustion, currently lying on a bed in the health clinic. It’s
damn strange that he had visited this place in three consecutive days like he had some kind of
connection to this place. Fortunately, his balls aren’t destroyed, and his ability to produce still
works fine.

On the bright side though, Yuko still had her yogurt and Shindi got detention. Denji smirked
in satisfaction, tapping the blanket while staring at the windows. From what he heard, Shindi
was forced to be on her knees outside the teachers’ room.

“What da dog doin’?!” Some students shouted, pointing at a stray sausage-looking dog, who
was calmly walking to the school without any hesitation. Denji didn’t care about that and just
wanted to have a rest. The midterm is still weeks away, so he had a lot of time to study.

After minutes of staring outside, Denji heard the door being opened, followed by heels
clicking on the floor. Turning his head to the source, Denji realized it was the school’s nurse,
Santa Claus. “Hurt, aren’t you, Denji? Did you get into a fight this time?”

In his opinion, she is very similar to Makima-sensei, just slightly below her a bit because she
doesn’t interact with the students much outside the clinic. “No, Ms. Santa. I got… kicked in
the balls.”

A comical drop of sweat appeared on her forehead. “I understand…” This is such a unique
injury she had never heard of in her life. Either way, her job is to check his injury anyway.
“Let’s see, shall we?” Santa put on her gloves and mask and sat down in the chair placed near
his bed.

She carefully put on the stethoscope and placed the chest piece right in the middle of his
chest. No sight of abnormal things and the heartbeats were a little bit faster because of how
beautiful Santa was. “Uhhh, can I ask you something, Ms. Santa?”

“Go ahead, Denji.” She removed the earpieces.

“Why are you called Santa… Claus ? Does it actually have to do anything with gifts?”
Everyone in the school, including the teacher, wondered about her real name. Of course,
Santa Claus looks more like a code name for a person who works for the government or
something.

Her facial expression didn’t change but her eyes were literally staring at his soul, as if Denji
just found out about her secret. Gulping in fear, he decided to take back what he said. “I’m so
sorry! I should not have asked you-

“It was an error.”

“What…?”
“My first name was supposed to be just ‘Kurosu’, but due to an error or some kind of a
prank, someone changed it to Santa Claus instead.” And that was it. Her name was a result of
either an error or a prank. Denji hoped it was an error though.

“Ehhhh…” This school is very weird. “I… understand, Ms. Santa.” The nurse smiled before
she felt a tingling pain in her nape. It doesn’t hurt much, just like an ant bite at best. After
scratching the itchy area, she focused back on her job again, only this time, she felt pretty
hot.

Denji saw that she was dangling in sleepiness and then she unexpectedly fell asleep on top of
him. “Ms. Santa!” The door unknowingly closed itself, followed by footsteps from a dog or
something. He tried to shake her to wake her up, but thankfully, she woke up after only a few
seconds of unconsciousness. “Are you okay, sensei?”

She blinked a few times, humming in tiredness, then she turned her gaze to Denji. Santa
doesn’t know why but she is having an urge to have sex with him for no reason. “Denji-
kun…” He was pulled in the collar by Santa, who looked at him with a closed-mouth smile.

Denji’s blush crawled up from his neck as their faces were just inches away. Inside his mind,
he was freaking out. Just seconds ago, she was checking his heart, then she passed out for no
reason, and then she was being seductive. “Ms. Santa, do you feel tired? I can bring you to-

“You can call me Santa.” The next thing he knows is that their lips touched, and Denji was
still trying to process what the fuck is going on. Agent P, from the windows, knew that the
aphrodisiac worked, so they would fuck. Since the students are still in class, they would have
a lot of private time with each other.

The sounds of loud wet kissing filled the room. Although Denji is still surprised about
Santa’s weird behavior, he doesn’t complain at all and just lets her do whatever she wanna
do. He does have some fantasies about her, like he wanted to grope her big boobs.

Due to his muscle memory, Denji’s hand subconsciously touched her left breast, earning a
soft chuckle from Santa as she slowly unbuttoned her scrubs, allowing him to have a view of
her white bra. Her clothes were dropped on the ground, but they didn’t care about that.

His blush got more redder until he felt some tightness inside his pants. That’s when he knew
that he had to unleash the monster. “Impatient, aren’t you?” Santa smirked as her hand
traveled to his pants and started to rub his weiner through the fabric. The small bulge
eventually got bigger by her touch.

Denji groaned in pleasure as her slender hand pulled the zipper down to allow his cock some
space. The kissing didn’t stop there as their lips crashed onto each other again, and his hands
began to gently squeeze her breasts. Santa sat up from her seat to move onto his bed, casually
and slowly unhooking her bra. After a loud metal click sound was heard, she let go, causing
the bra to fall on the blanket. Denji’s blush deepened even more when he got to see Santa’s
bare chest.

His eyes blinked in disbelief. Santa giggled at his facial expression, which was hilarious by
the way. “Surprised?” She took his hand by the wrist and placed it on her right breast. Upon
touching her skin, Denji felt like he was in heaven, surrounded by angels, not biblically
accurate especially.

Normally, the nurse gown hid her body really well, that’s why not many boys like her much.
They all focused on Makima-sensei, who was an attractive woman to him. But Santa is also
equally attractive to him. However, Denji wouldn’t view her as a knock-off of Makima
because they are different in some ways.

Like a hungry child, Denji licked his lips before starting to suck on her nipples. Santa softly
huffed, rubbing his hair as she began to remove his black shirt. Even when their hands were
busy removing each other clothes, they seemed to be in the mood for another sloppy kiss
again. Both of them poked their tongue and leaned closer for a French kiss.

Still, Denji doesn’t know why she became like this, horny, he meant. That doesn’t matter
now, Santa is one of the most attractive women he had ever seen, on par with Makima-sensei
and Himeno-sensei. Hayakawa-sensei is… beautiful but her personality is not the best.
Probably instead of crying when she was born, a scowl appeared on her face.

Loud “chup” sounds from their kissing filled the room. Santa tried to muffle her moan as the
boy’s hands were trying to feel up her waist, caressing her skin gently enough as if he was
giving her a massage while he slightly leaned down to her bosom and started to suck on her
nipples.

It was itchy, but stimulating for her. Denji didn’t know why he suddenly had the urge to call
her ‘Mommy’. Sure, he is a boy who really loves his mama, and he would do anything, from
selling cocaine to starving himself sometimes, just to buy medicine for her.

“Denji, what are you waiting for? Make her a mommy! Give her a baby!” Abe Shinzo angrily
watched from afar with a binocular. “The foreplay is too long!”

Just like what Abe wanted, Denji began to pull down his underwear, Santa looked at him with
a seductive look, and then her confident smirk was replaced by wide eyes and a long gasp.
“Oh my…” She covered her mouth with a blush, blinking in bewilderment as she looked at
Denji’s big penis.

“Yes! Yes!” Abe cheered in excitement. “You picked the right man for the right job, Agent P!
With his big dong, that boy can seduce many women with ease, making it easier to
reproduce!”

Denji gave his dick a few strokes to get it more erect. Santa stared at it with amazement in
her eyes. Curious, the nurse wrapped one of her hands around his shaft, lightly giving him a
few strokes. Seeing him moaning in pleasure as her thin hand roughly beat his meat, she
huffed in pride, then Denji began to touch her boobs again to return the favor.

He had naughty hands, considering that they went from her chest and then moved down to
her skirt instead. Had too much fun with her breasts, and now he just wanted to get to the
main thing. The more he thought about it, the harder he became again, which surprised Santa
even more.
Unlucky for him, Santa doesn’t want to perform oral sex on him today since she will be
having an appointment with her dentist right after this. And she doesn’t want this to be long
anyway, so it’s time for the main thing.

Denji let out a confused hum as she let go of his dick, instead, Santa grabbed her skirt by the
waist and slowly pulled it down. Santa gave him a smirky look while her hands were slowly
removing the skirt just to get Denji more excited. It did work, considering how red his blush
was, and a precum leaked out of his peephole.

He resisted the urge to masturbate in front of her as he deemed it disrespectful. Her

underwear is white also, just like her bra. ‘Seems like she likes the color white, like snow.’
Denji’s eyes were fixating on her crotch, noticing the visible cameltoe created from her
folds.

They didn’t have much time left, so Santa just went into business. Denji raised his eyebrows
as she pinched the crotch panel, and then teasingly pulled them aside, showing him her bare
vagina. Denji’s jaw dropped in awe, Santa chuckling upon seeing his silly reaction.
Eventually, his dignity was thrown away, and he started to give his dick a few strokes while
looking at her pussy.

Well, this ain’t his first time seeing a girl’s vagina, considering that he had seen Yuko’s. But
Santa is a mature woman, not a teenage girl. Still dazed, he was unknowingly forced to lay on
his back by Santa, who was now kneeling with his hard cock positioned in front of her
entrance.

This is basically it, his first time. After his dick goes in, his status as a teen will disappear,
from then, he would be a man. Denji’s breaths were getting shaky until Santa perfectly
aligned her hole with his dick, and with a big smile on her face, she slowly moved her hip
down.

Initially, only his tip could slide into her hole, and that got a wince from both of them. Denji
moaned in pleasure even though it was just the tip and this was his first time, but unlike what
he thought, this felt very good.

Santa covered her mouth to quiet her moans but still wanted to engulf more of his length.
There was no lubricant so it would require some time for her vagina to stretch wider. After
regaining her composure, Santa found her courage again and decided it was the moment to
move her hip. And that she did.

In a mere second, her butt made physical contact with his hip, meaning that his whole cock
was inside of her. Denji noticed that Santa’s body was shaking as she was adjusting to his
size. Swallowing the gulp in his throat, the boy sat up, and Santa instantly held his shoulders
for support.

Slowly as she could, Santa started to move her hip again, her breaths getting stable after a
few seconds. “The fun now begins.” She tossed her long hair back to get rid of any stray hair
that could irritate her. Denji groaned and could only let his body be used by Santa.
The blissful sensation overwhelmed his mind, making it completely blank. Denji couldn’t
even think something so he couldn’t exactly describe how good it felt. But he could say that
this is a thousand times better than jerking off while watching porn.

Denji hugged her close and started to move his hip to do the job for Santa, whose moans got
louder and louder when his tip kept ramming into her uterus. It kinda of hurts but it also
satisfies her. Her inner walls tightened around his cock, getting him to grit his teeth as he
tried to muffle his moans.

‘So this is what sex feels like…’ He blinked, a smile appearing on his face. His hands held
her hip to support her while Santa was moving her hip, her quiet moans filling the room. Her
tightness made it look like her barren vagina wants his cum.

Denji felt conflicted about cumming inside or not. He knew that it has some kind of
consequences that the Sex Ed covered about, but this is Denji we’re talking about. He snuck
out of class to sell cocaine. Doesn’t matter anyway since he hates thinking, and now he just
needs to focus on having sex with Santa.

Santa noticed that the boy’s hands were trying to cup her ass, and that earned a cheeky smile
from the nurse. “You’re a naughty boy, you know that, Denji?” He realized that in his bliss,
he didn’t ask for consent to grope her ass. Just when he was about to apologize to her, Santa
grabbed him by the elbow and led his hand to her ass for him. “And I like naughty boys like
you, Denji.”

He blinked in confusion as she cupped his chin and brought him to another deep kiss again.
Denji, although surprised, accepted her advance and closed his eyes while his hands were
squeezing her round ass. They were perfect, just like her boobs, and soft. He noticed that
Santa’s pace was getting slower, so he decided to do the job for her.

Moving up his hands from her ass to her hip, Denji steadily held her before moving his hip.
Her eyes wide opened as she noticed that Denji’s waist was hitting on her butt. “Wait- Not
that fast-” Her speech was interrupted by a loud moan from her. Instead of just tapping his
shoulder to tell him to slow down, she just sighed in satisfaction and deepened their kiss.
Why? Because she enjoyed it.

The end of the fun is near and Denji feels like he is about to reach his limit. ‘Dammit! I wish
it was longer…’ He wanted to have sex more with her, but another break time was near, they
couldn’t risk getting caught having sex in school. Especially by Hayakawa-sensei.

Lost in deep pleasure, Denji didn’t even bother to tell her that he was about to orgasm, but
even if he did, Santa wouldn’t even care anyway. As they broke away from their kiss, Denji
unexpectedly crashed his lips into his again and thrust deep inside of her. Just like what he
thought, Santa’s eyes were closed and she seemed to not care about that strange thick liquid
flowing in her ovary.

“Yes! Yes!” Abe couldn’t hide his excitement and smashed the binoculars into pieces. "He
did it! That son of a bitch came inside of her!” The Prime Minister of Japan hugged Agent P,
who proudly smirked. “But the job isn’t done yet! He must have sex with 10- no, hundreds,
or thousands of women!”
 Pochita nodded.

Shinzo tapped his best agent’s shoulder. “But you will assist him. Make sure that the girls get
knocked up. Poke the condoms. Destroy their birth control pills and replace them with
candies.” But… what about child support, Abe Shinzo? It wouldn’t be Denji financially
supporting hundreds of kids, right?

Denji and Santa broke away from their kiss, with his body shaking in orgasm and he finally
laid back on his back in exhaustion. Santa blinked, breathing while covered in heavy sweat.
As she was recovering, the effect of the aphrodisiac wore off, and her horniness faded away.
“What have I done?”

She only remembered herself being bitten by an ant, it was a dart actually, then she passed
out, the next thing she knew is that she became horny and urged Denji into having sex with
her. Unfortunately, Santa was aware of everything but her sheer desire for sex overlapped her
mind.

“Oh no.” Santa covered her face in shame. Not even letting her think for a second, they heard
some rapid footsteps outside the health clinic. The sound stopped in front of the door. Denji
immediately realized that person just from the footsteps alone.

“Denji! Denji! Are you okay?” Denji’s mother barged into the health clinic, her loud voice
was even heard in some other nearby classes. She heard some clothes shuffling from the bed
covered by curtains. Without any hesitation, she walked up to said bed and pulled the curtain
to see… Denji covered his whole body with the blanket while Santa was standing beside his
bed.

Thank God, Santa had a fast reaction or his mother would see the nurse’s naked body. Denji,
not so much, since he was naked under that thick blanket. “Hayakawa-sensei told me that a
girl injured you!”

Denji was a bit worried because she should be resting at home, not going to school just to
check on his injury. “I’m… fine, mom. All thanks to Ms. Santa.” The worried mother finally
noticed Santa, who sneakily fixed her skirt up.

“Oh thank you! Thank you very much!” Denji’s mother came up to her and shook her hands.
Santa nodded with a smile, informing her that Denji’s injury wasn’t fatal. Well, he still has
the ability to reproduce so he’s okay.

‘This is awkward…’ Silently as he could, Denji pulled his pants up while covering himself
with the blanket.

Chapter End Notes

Don't worry, Shindi will have sex with Denji. And I already have a plot for that.
In case you don't know who she is, this is Shindi (Cindy)

https://www.reddit.com/r/Chainsawfolk/comments/11igayv/what_are_you_talking_abou
t_her_name_is/
 Punishing the Bullies (Shindi, Toriko)
Chapter Summary

No sex, only implied

Chapter Notes

Cindy (Shindi):
https://www.reddit.com/r/Chainsawfolk/comments/11igayv/what_are_you_talking_abou
t_her_name_is/

Trixie (Toriko):
https://www.reddit.com/r/Chainsawfolk/comments/11nnutz/i_ship_her_with_denji_look
_they_are_laughing_with/

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Fuck, now he couldn’t look at Santa normally right now. Denji shyly avoided making eye
contact with the nurse, who turned her gaze at him before promptly looking aside with her
mouth covered. Of course, they had sex in the health clinic. And it was embarrassing for both
of them to recall that memory.

“What’s up, Denji?” Yuko noticed his grimace, slightly furrowing her eyebrows as Denji
shook his head.

“Nothing…” He cleared his throat. “I got choked on my drink. Nothing much…” He flashed
her a friendly grin before telling her to continue the tutor. “Now, how can I solve this one?”
Denji tapped his pencil on the said equation, which was a typical cubic type.

The library is probably the best place to study. It’s quiet and large and it also allows drinks.
“Want some coke?” No, he meant the drink, not the snow. Yuko shook her head and said she
wasn’t thirsty.

Yuko is really good at math surprisingly despite being terrible at English. Still, he had a hard
time memorizing the formula because there are at least 19 in just one page.

“Losers!” Shindi, although she was just walking by, threw them an insult. Denji had a scowl
on her face while Yuko looked down in shame. The bully grinned in gladness when she saw
that Yuko looked down in shame, along with Denji furrowing his eyebrows.
“Don’t mind her. She is just a girl who is just too lonely!” Denji intentionally said out loud
the last part to exasperate Shindi, whose eyes widened in shock and a hint of anger. “No
friends! No amount of makeup is gonna hide that ugly-ass freckles! And probably you get no
love from your mama-

“Enough!!” Shindi angrily yelled at Denji, earning a lot of “shush!” from everyone in the
library. “You- You have no right to throw insults at me!” He grinned, knowing that he just got
on her nerves. But Yuko, on the other hand, feared that this would get them in more trouble.
Shindi isn’t the type that would let go of prey that easily.

Denji doesn’t give a shit if Shindi would continue to harass them after this because he would
protect Yuko anyway because… she is a cutie. Well… Shindi… is maybe somewhat cute.
Shit, all girls are cute but that doesn’t mean she can go around and bully her.

After a few seconds of angrily huffing, Shindi clicked her tongue and walked off to
somewhere, still eyeing Denji with gritted teeth. He poked his tongue out, making a long
“bleugh” sound. Yuko looked at him in shock. “See? It feels good to fight back, right?”

“But-

“But blah blah!” Denji drank his coca. “Don’t act too tiny and weak to anyone. Someone, like
her, would target on you.” Yuko is the perfect one for that: small, weak, and easily scared.
Her status of being the English teacher’s sister doesn’t seem to work.

“That happened to you too?” Denji nodded. When he first worked for the Yakuza, things
weren’t easy. Other people would try to actually threaten him or steal his money, so he had to
adapt to that kind of environment by pretending to be tough, but his father is the main reason
why. “Thirsty?”

“Ye-Yeah!” Yuko gently accepted the soda can. “Thank you.” Abe Shinzo approved this ship
and wanted them to have se-

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“Alright!” Denji dusted his palms after climbing over the school’s fences. The Yakuza
announced to him that they were offering him another job. Selling cocaine does give him a
good income, but he wanted to see what that job could possibly offer. “Hopefully, it does
have more money-

The moment he turned around, Denji froze in fear as he saw Hayakawa-sensei standing right
in front of him, still holding her bag and wearing an emotionless face. At first, he wanted to
believe that it was just an illusion and that the actual Akera was still inside.
“Must be a fake.” Denji grinned and poked his homeroom teacher in the shoulder only to find
out that she was solid, like she was indeed standing in front of him. He blinked a few times
before looking at her face, which displayed no emotion.

The boy tried to find another excuse again, like his mom was sick but that probably wouldn’t
work twice on her. “Hayakawa-sensei, I was uhm… looking for-

“Detention.”

After that, the principal agreed to add some very large, sharp spikes to prevent students from
climbing over the fences. “Well, shit…”

Sure, his income wouldn’t drop that much since there are more customers at night, but he just
wanted to make money as much as possible so that he would have some extra cash after
buying medicine.

“Denji, if I ever see you outside the school like this again, I will inform your-

“Just don’t be my mom. She would have a heart attack…”

“Okay, your father then.” Denji’s father doesn’t care about his grades at all so that’s the best
choice. Bastard cares about his money more than his own family. With that, Akera strolled
down the hall, leaving Denji thinking near the windows.

“How to get money…?” He asked himself.

“Hey, Denji? Can you please bring these to the teachers’ room? I’m having some stuff to do.”
Suddenly, the class president tapped on his desk while holding a stack of papers. Denji waved
his hand to tell her to go away. “Do it for me, thank you.” She still placed it on his table and
500 yen on top of the stack.

To be fair, Denji doesn’t want to get up right now. But seeing the money on the papers, an
idea crossed his mind. “I have a good idea!” He happily picked up the stack of papers and ran
out of the classroom, earning a confused look from his class prez.

Denji’s loud footsteps attracted many weird looks, but he didn’t bother to notice them as he
was considering this idea of his. He ran through Bimu, who was amazed by his speed. In the
teachers’ room, Makima was slurping her coffee peacefully until Denji barged into the room,
Luckily the door was slightly open or he would just destroy it.

"Oh, it’s you, Denji-kun.”

“Yes! Makima-sensei!” The boy placed the papers on her desk while she was holding her cup
of coffee. Seeing her again reminded him about the promise they had a few days ago, and it
made him feel guilty because he just had sex with Santa.

But nah, they are side quests. Makima is the final boss.

“Thank you very much, Denji. You can leave now.”

Now, Denji had an idea: he would take orders from other students and teachers, and he would
earn money, 500 yen to 10000 yen depending on how hard the task was. It could range from
buying them something to replacing them to do something. As long as it’s in the school
vicinity.

‘Wouldn’t earn much but at least it’s better than nothing.’ He looked at the 500 yen in his
hand.

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“Hey, Denji, can you bring this letter… to the girl named Misa? She is just a few classes
away?”

“Can you polish my shoes? It’s a bit dirty.”

“Hey, there is a guy who sells some vape and cigarettes somewhere in the school. Go get me
some cig.”

“Porn! I. Want. My. Porn. Now!”

In total today, Denji made about 8700 yen so far, which is not much but still, it’s better than
nothing. He put all of his earned money back in his pocket and began to walk to report
today’s uniform check. That’s until two girls, one of which was Shindi stopped in front of
him.

Denji knew that she would say some gibberish so he quickly tried to find a way to evade
them, but Shindi flaunted a whopping 20000 yen on her hand. Seeing that amount of money,
his eyes widened as she tapped it on his face. “Want it? Then meet me after school.”

Something bad would happen, but that’s 20000 yen! Much more than the amount of money
he made today. He could possibly buy something for his mom. “Okay…” He couldn’t predict
what could possibly happen, but this is Shindi, so there wouldn’t be anything nice.

The girl beside her, let’s just call her Toriko, who was a pretty black-haired girl, talked to
Shindi about how idiotic he was. Denji didn’t quite hear that and continued to stroll along in
the hall, not knowing what the girls might be thinking. 20000 yen is very big, so they must be
up to something fishy.

Later.

Denji didn’t expect that they would take him to Shindi’s home and certainly, he did not notice
their hidden smirks. The house was pretty big, which could somewhat explain why Shindi
had that much money. “Come in! My parents won’t be home tonight so you don’t have to
worry about things.” He narrowed his eyes in confusion, wondering what the girls would
order him to do.

Maybe they would tell him to watch Morbius? Heck no, not even a million yen would make
him watch it. That’s torture!

After stepping into her house, Shindi and Toriko put their shoes neatly on a wooden shoe stall
near the entrance, however, Denji just took off his shoes and left them on the floor instead.
That’s the first thing he does every time he goes home.

Shindi lightly frowned, thinking that she just let a boy with no politeness into her beautiful
home. But that doesn’t matter, it would be more fun anyway. “Hey Toriko, wanna watch
some movie?” Please don’t be Morbius. Everything but Morbius.

“Sure. Let’s watch… Barbie!” Denji sighed in relief as the girls went to the kitchen to grab
some popcorn and soda. They couldn’t trust Denji to even explore anything further than the
living room. He would absolutely touch something and ruin it.

Denji was aware that he is here to do some shit to make them laugh so he didn’t even bother
to go around Shindi’s house. So, she is indeed kind a rich girl who has a big house, a very
large TV in the living room, food always ready in the fridge, and a dog… a very goofy one.

He tilted his head as an orange sausage-looking dog came up to him. It must be Shindi’s pet.
“Man, dog like you even get to eat better than me…” A small smile, along with a huff,
appeared on Denji’s face as he crouched down and gave the dog a gentle rub.

Dogs don’t have to think, they don’t have to search for food because the owners could just
whistle and they would rush to them for snacks while Denji had to sell drugs just to earn
money. Sick mother, unemployed father. What a fucking combo.

One thing though, this dog, which isn’t Shindi’s, is Pochita the Dog. He is here to get three of
them fuck.

Upon hearing footsteps, Pochita immediately ran away and would only appear when the time
was right. Seeing the dog running away kinda puzzled Denji so he thought that Shindi was so
mean that the dog actually disliked her. That got a chuckle from Denji.

Then, all three of them, well, more like only Shindi and Toriko sat on the couch comfortably,
Denji standing awkwardly as Shindi grabbed for the remote to turn on the TV. “Denji, on all
fours!” He noticed that she was holding her drink and fried chicken instead of placing them
on the table.

Still, Denji complied and quickly had his hands and knees on the ground, earning some
giggles from Shindi and Toriko. Although this is really embarrassing for him as he looks like
a dog, Denji knows that he would have the 20000 yen if he does what they say.

Ironically, he is now their “dog”. They tell him anything, and he would do anything. Lick
their feet, gross, he ain’t into feet. Lick the floor, fine but he should wash his mouth after that.
Watch Morbius- no no no no! No one deserves that punishment.

A yawn escaped his mouth, then he felt something touching his back. As he turned his head
back, Denji saw their drinks were placed on his back. “The hell?! I’m not a table!” Toriko
laughed at his reaction while Shindi waved her two bills of 20000 yen.

“If the food falls on the floor, then no money for you.” Denji gritted his teeth in anger, but
reluctantly had to become their table. This is much more humiliating than getting caught
watching porn by his mom. Luckily, his back posture was straight, so the food wouldn’t
easily fall on the floor.

“Hey, Shindi, why don’t you just intentionally drop the cup on the floor?”

“I’m tired today!” The bully groaned. “And I don’t wanna do chores right now.” But that
doesn’t mean that she would make it easy for him, at the very last minute, she would
sabotage him, which means that she wouldn’t have to pay him.

And she would do this again and again until Denji defriends Yuko. When that moment
comes, she will have her favorite victim again.

What the fuck is this movie? In the very beginning of time, when the girls first existed, there
had been dolls. Then, just a few seconds later, a giant Barbie doll appeared out of nowhere
and it gained all of the girls’ attention. The doll weirdly became Margot Robbie in the next
cut.

She winked at a girl wearing glasses. Hypnotized or not, the baby girl raised her doll high
and proceeded to smash it on the ground, breaking her teapot while the epic music was being
played. The other girls began to destroy their own dolls, getting a wide grin from Margot.

One of the girls threw a doll into space. Then, it overlapped with the movie’s title, Barbie.

Denji didn’t even bother to continue watching and movie, instead, he began to question
everything. Did the director’s daughters play with Barbie, then she suddenly had the urge to
make a whole ass movie about dolls? Peak fiction she certainly made there.

Better than Morbius.

They had to say, that Denji is very persistent in getting the money. Just half an hour into the
movie, the “table” didn’t shake even for once. His knees and hands were still straight like his
sexuality. That got an angry hum from Shindi but she didn’t let her frustration take over her.

“Hey, Denji?” The boy glanced at her with no interest. His nose picked up the tasty scent of
fried chicken, which Shindi was presenting to him. Strangely, there is no benefit for her to
feed him that fried chicken, that got a raised eyebrow from him. But nonetheless, if she
offered him some chicken, he would gladly eat it.

As he leaned his head forward to have a bite, Shindi jerked it back, a sinister smile on her
face. Toriko seemed to realize her friend’s intention and laughed along. In order to eat the
chicken, he must lean forward, but the more he leaned forward, the more likely he would lose
balance and the drink would spill on the floor.

Denji realized her intention almost immediately and stopped. Unfortunately, his growling
stomach was telling him to eat that. He skipped lunch today because he didn’t feel hungry
until now. I'm not going to lie, that fried chicken looks really tasty.

“Wanna eat?” Shindi grinned. Denji decided to throw his dignity away and nodded profusely.
“Toriko, what should we tell him to do?” Her friend hummed in thought, rubbing her neck as
she examined Denji’s stance, which looked like a dog. A comical light bulb appeared above
her head.

“Bark for us!” Denji wished that he was a little bit tired and misheard her, Unlucky for him,
she ordered him to bark like a literal dog. Shindi clicked her tongue, extending her hand out
as if she were trying to lure the dog to her. In this case, it was Denji. “Doggy, bark for us!
Then we will feed this fried chicken for you.”

As much as he didn’t want to behave like a dog, a creature that eats its own shit, eventually,
he swallowed up his pride and opened his mouth wide, tongue out. “Woof!” Barking made
his whole body shake a bit, so he had to be careful not to drop the drinks. “Woof woof!
Ruff!”

Shindi and Toriko laughed out loud as Denji continued to behave like a dog, barking and
licking his own hands. No, he is not gonna lick his own genitalia. “Good doggo! Here’s your
reward.” Shindi used her chopsticks to grab one tasty chicken wing, still snickering and
brought them closer to his mouth.

Still acting like a dog, Denji happily accepted the chicken and bit on it while the girls got
another laugh from his loud munching due to the bones. Luckily, he had some quite skill with
his tongue so he easily separated the meat from the bones.

Before Shindi could grab another piece of chicken, they were distracted by the sound of a dog
barking. Definitely not Denji since he was loudly eating the chicken. Toriko peeked her head
out of the couch to see a cute orange dog with a muzzle, which was actually a gas mask.

“Hey, Shindi, you have another dog?” Denji growled at the implication. Unexpectedly, the
freckled girl shook her head. The dog unexpectedly ran toward them and jumped on Shindi’s
lap. Much to the girls’ bewilderment, they found the dog cute, hesitantly patting its head.

From Pochita’s neck, some kind of device started to spray out gas, specifically, aphrodisiac.
That’s right, he is here, once again, to get Denji fuck these two girls. Shindi felt dizzy, the
same could say to Toriko and passed out on the couch. Denji finished his chicken and looked
up to see them sleeping.

“What? They fell asleep?” Weird, it’s like what happened to Santa, who then… You know
what happened. As expected, the girls woke up again, blinking and shaking their heads to get
rid of the dizziness. “Are… you okay?” They turned their gaze to Denji, who was about to
get fucked. Literally.
“I’m feeling… hot…” Without any shame, Shindi began to remove her tie and belt.

“Me too…” Toriko slowly took off her socks, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

A blush immediately painted his face red as Shindi casually pulled the straps of her pinafore
before unbuttoning her shirt Toriko looked down at the boy, biting her lips as she sat up from
the couch and walked slowly toward the “dog”.

Are they going to grab the drinks on his back? The movie is still on, by the way, right at the
scene where Margot was crying in the human world and was talking to an old lady. He hoped
that he wouldn’t have sex with these girls ‘cause they bully Yuko.

Denji could feel Toriko’s hands gripping on his collars, While he was wondering what he did
for this to happen, she forcefully kissed him, making his eyes go wide as his body relaxed
under her kiss. The drinks on his back were dropped to the ground due to Toriko slightly
pushing him, but Shindi didn’t care.

The blonde bully crawled on four to Denji, opening her mouth for a sloppy kiss, which he
gave her after finishing with Toriko, who was still hungry for more. His hands were very
naughty, considering that they slowly went for both of the girls’ breasts as his mouth was
busy.

This is just like what happened yesterday at the clinic. Santa passed out, woke up, and had
sex with him. And he knows that the girls would want to have sex with him for no reason. He
had just seen that same dog on Shindi’s lap, but it ran away.

His thoughts were cut off by Shindi’s moan. Nevertheless, he focused all of his attention on
the girls. Is he wrong or Shindi is cuter when she is like this, embarrassed and shy? Toriko
too though he never met her before.

He did observe around before entering the living room, there was a camera in the corner of
the living room, upon closer look, it didn’t have a red light to indicate that it was on.
Someone must have turned it off so Denji wouldn’t have to worry about getting caught by
Shindi’s parents.

“Good job as always, Agent P.” Little did he know, Pochita already sabotaged all the
cameras, shutting them off.

As his hands roughly groped their ample bosoms. Shindi’s chest was basically the same size
as Yuko’s while Toriko girl has a smaller one. They flinched, covering their mouths as Denji
used his thumb to rub their perky nipples through the fabrics.

Seemingly, all of her hatred and disrespect toward Denji disappeared when she got horny.
Right now, it was replaced by her hunger for sex with Denji. The same could be said for
Toriko, whose hand sneakily slid the small gap of his shirt to feel his flat chest. He groaned
as Toriko’s slender hand began to fiddle with his nipple.

It got a moan from him, he could feel his manly nipples becoming hard, which is a sign of
arousal, as she continued to toy with it. Smirking, Denji’s hands crawled on Shindi’s back
like a snake, and they began to unhook her bra even though she was still wearing her shirt.
He has some skills.

Unfortunately, since all of them had just eaten some fried chicken, Denji certainly didn’t want
to receive a blowjob. He didn’t want either his dick or their pussies smell like chicken. That’s
kind of disgusting and a turn-off.

“I’m much better than that Yuko girl, right? Her nerdy-looking face is nothing compared to
me…” Shindi sat on his lap and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, which fell on the floor along
with her bra. Denji, despite her bare tits right in front of his eyes, lightly squinched his face in
disgust as Toriko went around his back.

He didn’t react to their sweet words, even when Toriko licked the back of his nape. Denji
couldn’t accept the fact that Shindi just outright spoke badly about Yuko, who helped him
with maths and biology. Shindi’s eyes went from seducing to surprised when Denji lightly
pushed her and Toriko away, much to their bewilderment.

“Huh? Hey, what are you doing?! We’re about to fuck!” Shindi angrily yelled and shook
Denji by the shoulders, but he didn’t react to any of their antics. “Aren’t we attractive enough
to you? Or did we do something wrong?” The latter, specifically.

“Well…” The blonde boy stood up with his lips pursed in annoyance. The girls shared a
confused look, then their eyes widened in shock as Denji buttoned up his shirt again,
meaning that he refused to have sex with them. “I am not in the mood right now.”

“Wait! Please!” Shindi and Toriko cling to his legs in order to stop him from leaving his
house. They started begging and forcefully pulling Denji back to them, but the boy didn’t
even bother to look at them. This pissed off Abe, who was watching from afar, the Prime
Minister grumbled about the boy not having sex with those two girls.

“Denji…! If you dare to walk away from that house without cumming inside them, I will
force you to watch Morbius until the end of the universe!” Abe broke his binoculars in anger.

Seeing their tears kind of made Denji feel bad, not gonna lie, they were mean and insulted
Yuko, but he was not gonna walk out of this house without that 20000 yen. “Want me to fuck
you?” Shindi and Toriko both nodded with teary eyes. “Then, promise me one thing, and I
will have sex with you all.”

“Deal! Anything!” Denji grinned.

“Promise me that you would never bully Yuko or anyone again.” He tapped her on the nose,
smiling mischievously as Shindi quietly gasped in disbelief. Even though the aphrodisiac
made her uncontrollably horny, she still processed what he said. Yuko is basically the
weakest person she could toy with, and that glasses girl is the perfect prey for her.

Initially, she wanted to shake her head in denial, but her body grew hotter, which also
happened to Toriko, who tried to persuade Denji into having sex with her, as expected, he
refused. Shindi swallowed up her pride and nodded. It’s ironic that Denji also threw away his
pride when he was being a table, now it’s her.
 “You sure?” She nodded again, earning a smile from him as he began to unbutton his shirt
again. But Denji had to make sure that if she ever breaks the promise, he would never agree
to fuck them again. “Can we go to your room, Shindi?” The girl was a little hesitant before
nodding, taking her friend and Denji’s hands, and leading them to her room for more privacy.

“Finally!” Abe cheerfully screamed as the students began to remove their clothes in the
hallway to the girl’s room. “Halt that girl’s parents until they are finished, Agent P.” Pochita
nodded before jumping off the roof. “Three… You will have a lot of sexual intercourse with a
lot more, Denji.”

Tomorrow.

“I’m sorry!” Yuko confusedly blinked as Shindi stood in front of her table, holding a cute-
looking pencil as an apology. “For… what I have done to you for a few months…”

Although Yuko had no idea why Shindi would ever apologize to her, she still gave her ex-
bully a smile, waving her hand to refuse the gift. “Th-Thank you but I won’t take it.”

“No! You must accept it!” Shindi put the apology gift on the table and took the blonde girl’s
hands. “Or… he will be mad…” Yuko titled her head, a comical question mark appearing
above her head as she looked outside to see Denji, who was giving a thumbs-up, and two
bills of 20000 yen in his other hand.

Chapter End Notes

Sorry everyone, but I can't write the sex scene because a lot has been happening to me,
first day of school, dancing and art stuff. I'm in the last year of high school, so it will be
very tough to me. But don't worry, I will eventually write about Cindy again, maybe in a
threesome with Denji and Asa or Yuko.

Currently thinking a plot for Akane and possibly Fem Katana

 Yakuza Businesses (Sawatari Akane, Fem Katana Man)
Chapter Summary

Blowjob, Leg on shoulder, Cunnilingus, Snake position

THICC thighs

Chapter Notes

Fem Katana (Sami): https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/5936297?

q=chainsaw_man+genderswap_%28mtf%29+

Why the fuck no one writes Denji/Akane!? WHYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!??????

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Please! Tell them I will be able to pay off in the next month!” His father seemed to be
negotiating with someone, but his loud voice woke Denji up from his sleep. It’s Sunday
today, meaning no school, no homework, only selling cocaine to earn some money.

“We have given you many chances. She won’t be happy about me returning empty-handed
again.” A girl’s voice, Denji nodded in amusement. Her father owed a lot of money, and
Denji had to be the one to silently pay them off for his father. Usually, it’s just 200000 yen
max.

Lazily throwing his blanket aside, Denji slowly got up out of bed and headed toward the
door, not caring about his shirtless form. “Just one more time!” His father began to beg her
for another chance. “I promise, this month, this very month, I will pay all of the debt!”

“Don’t beg me. Talk that to her.”

“Hey, old man. If you really want to pay debt, go get a job and don’t gamble.” Denji grinned
as he walked down the stairs, attracting the girl’s attention and his father’s scowl. That girl
has a nice red hoodie though. The boy noticed that his mom wasn’t in the kitchen. “Where’s
mother?”

“Went out to the market to make lunch.” His father growled in annoyance, glaring at his own
son, who looked at him with disgust.

The girl decided to break the ice and cleared her throat. “Your family drama isn’t my
business. Pay up or meet the consequences.” His father gritted his teeth with a light frown as
he began to go back to his room to get his money, which was for tonight’s gambling again.

“So, how much?” The girl turned her gaze to Denji, who was searching for some money in
his pocket. Not as he expected, she didn’t react to his shirtless form or his features ‘cause she
was here to collect money.

“Thirty-

“30000 yen, yeah yeah.” Denji grabbed the 20000 yen he earned yesterday and an extra
10000 yen and handed it to her, earning a confused look from that mysterious girl. She
seemed confused while Denji was having his shitty grin on his face “Debt paid.”

“… million yen.” She finished her sentence, which got Denji frozen in one place. He wished
that he actually misheard that, but the reality is often disappointing. “Your father owed the
Yakuza thirty million yen.”

“What?” His father asked them that much and decided to burn it all on gambling, booze, and
other shits. Half of that money would permanently cure his mother’s heart disease, not buy
mere medicines to help her feel better for a day and then have her cough violently at night.

“And you know what will happen if people don’t pay it back in time?” She crossed her arms,
humming. “Their pinky finger will be cut off, and they will be owned by the Yakuza forever.”
That’s… fucking perfect! That’s a reasonable punishment for his father although it might
sound extreme.

But knowing his father, the old man might get his mother involved in this in order to pay off
debt. Denji thought that this possibility although disturbing, still has a chance of happening.
Just like what happened in Wolfenstein, which he had played before.

He had to pay up the debt for his father. “I work for the Yakuza too.” She side-glanced at
him, merely nodding with a blank face. “Yesterday, they announced to me that they will be
introducing a new job for me. What is it?”

“You heard? Then you must be kinda valuable to them.” She turned to her left to face Denji,
digging her hands into her hoodie’s pocket. “It’s kinda dangerous. You in?” Judging by his
physique and voice, she suspected that he was only a teenager, which was both a good and
bad thing.

Police would be less likely to suspect him, but he is too inexperienced.

“I have done crazier shits to earn money.” He grinned, scratching his head in pride. “So I
might be able to do it.” Although she doesn’t want a teenage boy in this division, there is one
anyway, they are too low on numbers since this job is too risky. Nevertheless, she nodded.

“If something goes wrong, don’t expect to be rescued.” She extended her right hand, which
was squeezed tight in a handshake with Denji. “Sawatari Akane, nice to meet you.”
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He didn’t expect that instead of selling more cocaine, he would have to smuggle weapons,
like guns and other dangerous stuff. These are very illegal in Japan and you could be in life
imprisonment if caught. Other than that, he will have to participate in gang wars and other
raidings.

Remember, always read the terms and conditions.

“This bag is full of explosives. Careful!” Akane monitored all of the activities and oversaw
any business happening in this warehouse, with Denji following behind her. Although he is
still a bit weirded out, he tries his best to look calm. “This bag is for that rich old man in
Kyoto, while this one is going to the Yakuza.”

Turns out, Sawatari works for the Yakuza as a weapon smuggler, selling things like
handguns, ammo, or even some expensive old things. “Why don’t you use trucks?”

“Trucks are too big to go into alleyways. Plus, it’s too suspicious to see all three of them
going on the same route.” Denji nodded, watching as she instructed someone to put some
citrus in the bag to irritate dogs. From what he sees, Akane is very experienced so she must
be making a lot of money from this.

Carrying a bag to the destination doesn’t sound hard at all, the only problem is the police and
their dogs. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a kid, not a kid but he might be 15 at best.
That boy was nothing special until he saw some striking resemblances to someone he knew.
Dark hair, blue eyes, and a stern expression like Hayakawa-sensei.

Before he could move to that boy, Akane turned him around and gave him a bag. “Careful.
There are guns in there and a really expensive and old katana too.” It’s quite heavy, and it
also makes a lot of noise whenever he moves. There was also a citrus scent around the bag.
“You will be delivering this to the Yakuza boss himself.”

He was an old man, Denji heard that when he was eavesdropping on other’s conversations.
That man also has a granddaughter, and he seems to be a loving grandfather although Yakuza
is very sexist.

“Good luck, ‘cause one wrong move, and your pinky is gone.” Akane tapped him on the
shoulder before moving to other sections. Denji looked at the bag, sighing and telling himself
that this was just the same as selling cocaine, just more dangerous.

The boy… Denji turned back to the direction of where he last saw that kid, unfortunately, that
kid was long gone before he could even have a talk with him. “He feels… familiar.”
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Indeed, the job is hard but still possible. He could easily climb fences and run fast despite
carrying a heavy bag of weapons. Since this was Sunday, there were only one or two police
officers patrolling around the streets.

Then, he finally reached the destination, which was Katana Clan headquarters. It was a
classic large Japanese mansion, with guards standing with their katanas sheathed. They all
turned their attention to Denji, who was trying to hide his fear as one of the men walked up to
him. “State your business!”

“I’m here to deliver this.” Denji showed them the bag and gently put it on the ground, raising
his hands to show them that he was carrying nothing else. One of the men began to examine,
only to find a lot of guns, which the guards were informed of.

After checking his clothes, the guard told him to go inside and give to the Katana-sama
himself. When Denji asked why, they just said that the boss was very eager to meet one of his
best traffickers and offered a meal for him.

Denji looked at the rock pillars at the gate to see a camera, which explained why they
recognized Denji. “Uh thanks, but I can’t stay here for long.” He had other bags to deliver, as
he turned around to leave, the guards stopped him with their katanas.

“By the order of Katana-sama, you must stay for lunch.” Denji knew that refusing their offer
meant death, so he reluctantly accepted to have a meal with the boss although he wanted to
go home and help his mom. “Follow me.”

Denji grabbed the bag and walked right behind the main guard. The scenery is nice, with a lot
of Japanese maple and ginkgo trees. The yard, he must say, is probably as long as a football
field, and gardeners were tending the bonsai trees.

No joke, being a Yakuza boss does have a lot of benefits. You could gain a lot of respect and
money from people who owe you. Buying and selling cocaine, smuggling weapons. Denji
subconsciously touched his pinky to make sure that it was still there.

“This way, sir.” The guard showed him a large covered by tatami doors, standing in front of
the engawa as his mission is to guard the mansion. Denji nodded, and so did the guard before
he left.

This is so weird to him, especially when you’re invited to have some kind of lunch with a big
scary boss. What if he messed up? Should he stay quiet? Should he laugh at their joke?
Hundreds of questions were in his head, then *Plonk*, Denji’s body shuddered from the
Shishi-Odoshi, which is used to frighten animals.
If he left, die. Denji took a deep breath and stepped forward, hearing some muffled laughs
from the room. ‘It will be alright, Denji. The boss is interested in you so there is no way that
he will kill me like that, right?” Wrong.

“You can come in, boy. It’s not like I can’t see you from the camera.” The boss called out to
him from the room, observing Denji as the anxious boy slowly walked up to the engawa,
removing his shoes before sliding the shoji doors. “There you are. I have been wanting to
meet my favorite trafficker for a long time.”

There were a lot of eyes on him as Denji bowed down his head. The boss was, just like what
he thought, an old man wearing a yukata, to his right was a good-looking blonde man, his
grandson. And the last one to his left is a black-haired woman wearing a kimono. The rest are
his business partners.

Calming his breaths, Denji confidently slid back the door, standing straight and waiting for
the boss’s approval. To be truth, he is scared, but his face doesn’t show that. “Have a seat.”
Nodding once again, Denji sat down beside, coincidentally, the granddaughter, who clicked
her tongue in annoyance.

“It’s been an honor to finally meet you… Katana-sama.” Denji didn’t want his pinky chopped
off so he had to be respectful as much as possible. The boss nodded with a smile, waving his
hand to tell Denji to be comfortable around him.

The grandson grinned, pointing at Denji, who was hesitant to touch the untouched chopsticks.
“Heh! My gramp told you to be comfortable, and yet you are shivering like you’re in
Antarctica!”

“Naoya! Be respectful!” The boss scowled at his grandson, unintentionally shutting up

everyone else. Then, the old man turned his gaze to Denji again, smiling. “You got the
package?” Denji nodded, grabbing the handbag from behind his back and opening it.

The boss’s partners whispered to each other when Denji presented a gun, then lots of guns.
Most of them are Walther P38 and Tokarev pistols, with another Desert Eagle and most
importantly, a katana.

“But this is all wrapped up like a corpse.” Naoya had his right hand on his chin as Denji
grabbed the covered katana, looking at every corner to find an opening in order to tear it.
“Hey, don’t ya damage it!”

“Give me.” The granddaughter, named Sami, ordered Denji to hand her the katana, which he
obligated. Katana-sama looked at his granddaughter with a proud smile as she gently tore the
wrappings around the sword in one go.

“Wow…” Denji looked at her with wide eyes.

The partners all clapped their hands to congratulate hers, including Katana-sama, but not
Naoya. “It’s a good thing that she didn’t ruin the sword.” Sami huffed, and Naoya huffed
back. There seemed to be some kind of sibling rivalry in this room.
“This is… priceless.” Katana-sama took the sword from her hands, carefully drawing the
sword to only reveal a small portion of its length. “Guns are more effective at killing, but a
katana… it’s more like an art of killing, a tradition that must be preserved.” The old man
sheathed back the sword. “That’s why I prefer traditional things.”

So that explained the house, which is a typical wooden Japanese house type, the bonsai trees,
and whatever bamboo thing outside. However, he used cameras. “Well, aren’t sometimes
traditions outdated?” Denji asked, earning quite a few looks. “Like… in the past, people used
horses, nowadays, cars are way too common to see.”

“Indeed.” The boss put down the sword beside him. And just like that, Katana-sama grew
fond of Denji a little bit more. “So tell me, kid. How and why do you want to work for us?”

“Money.” He boldly declared, getting Sami’s eyebrow raised. “As much money as possible.”
Kinda false, because Denji only sells drugs just to have enough money to buy medicine for
his sick mother.

Katana-sama nodded, rubbing his chin. “Gramp, it is rude to ask but why did you have
someone make this katana?” Naoya pointed at the sword. “Is it just a luxury you buy to
display?”

“No.” He sternly replied. “This katana is a symbol of respect for the Katana clan. Have it and
you will basically possess everything.” Everyone’s eyes widened in surprise at the boss’s
statement. Denji, however, didn’t care much since he wasn’t part of this family. On the other
hand, Naoya wanted that sword.

It’s obvious that a woman can’t be the head of a clan, but if she received that sword, she
would have everyone’s respect, including her big brother. “So what is the term to have that
sword, grandfather?” Sami said out loud her question.

“I’m old.” The old man grabbed his heart. “And my grandchildren have already grown so
much. I just want to see my great-grandkid before I die.” That’s very wholesome, but
somewhat hard to become true since Naoya is a jerk and Sami, well, she is restricted from
having a relationship with someone else.

“Well, the sword in mine then,” Naoya smirked, pointing at a furrowing Sami as she
furiously huffed. “Girls can’t reproduce on their own, right, Grandpa?” Even though Katana-
sama dearly loves his granddaughter, he decides to not do anything.

So, this old man right here, who is an infamous Yakuza boss who has probably killed many
people and ruined others’ lives, possesses one of the most valuable katanas, ever, and just
wanted to see his great-grandchild before he dies. Shrugging his shoulders, Denji picked up
the chopsticks and started eating.

In Sami’s head, she was trying to think of a way to claim that katana, but the condition was
too much for her. That man must be someone respected by her grandfather.

How about… Denji? He is a near-perfect candidate for this. Katana-sama respects him very
much, he also has a fairly good physique and facial features. Sami squinched her eyes as she
observed Denji, who was eating some Fugu. ‘I must call Sawatari for extra help.’

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“You need my help?” Sami nodded. Denji was rather confused but still agreed to help her.
Weird, he just excused himself to go to the bathroom, and she also excused herself back to
her room, and then she went straight to Denji to ask for help.

“You called me?” Akane waved her hand around the end of the hall, to her left was Sami’s
room. She sighed in relief, knowing that Denji did deliver the katana intact, considering that
he was still breathing.

“Come with me.” She began to walk toward her room, Denji following suit. The section of
the mansion is very secluded, mainly because the guards were told by her to patrol less in this
area. So, that means they wouldn’t be easily disturbed.

After reaching her room, Sami slid the shoji doors and told two of them to enter. Denji and
Akane shared a confused look before stepping inside. Afterward, the boss’s granddaughter
locked the door, then, she sat down on her zabuton in a Seiza position.

From the look of how she acts, she seems to be strictly disciplined. It makes sense, she is the
granddaughter of a yakuza boss, so she must appear as elegant as possible.

Denji sat down on the thin pillow, with Akane beside him, looking around the room. It was
nicely decorated, with just too many paintings and a lot of calligraphy in kanji. Oh, there is a
katana right on the shelf. “I have a request for you two.”

“You can ask us, Katana-san.” Akane nodded, and so did Denji.

“As you heard, Denji. I want to earn that katana and my gramp… he wants a great-grandkid
before he dies. So…” Akane was the first to realize Sami’s intention, but however, Denji was
too dense to understand what she implied.

“Oh!” Denji slapped his palms together, mouth opening wide. “You can go hook up with
someone-

“That wasn’t what I meant!” She angrily slammed the table, startling Akane and Denji. After
a few seconds, she calmed herself down and apologized for her outburst. “I meant that… you
need to knock me up.”

Denji’s gears in his brain stopped running as soon as she stated her request. Akane, almost
seen as emotionless, widened her eyes in disbelief, a blush crawling from her neck as she
soon realized what she was here for. “What?” Denji tilted his head.

“I. Want. That. Sword. So you will help me to achieve it.” Oh, Katana-sama did mention that
whoever has a child first, would receive that katana, a simple of respect.

It was too sudden, but judging her determination, she was eager to have a child. With him.
Akane knew that she was there to assist Sami doing the intercourse since Katana-sama
doesn’t allow her to freely have a relationship with someone unless they are a part of the
Yakuza.

Pochita, from outside, looked surprised as he realized that he didn’t need the aphrodisiac.

“You heard her.” Akane tapped his shoulder, unintentionally making him shudder. “You
disobey. You lose your pinky.” Denji subconsciously looked at the katana on the shelf,
gulping in fear. He has a mother to take care of, so he has no other choice but to accept.

“Very well.” Sami’s hands reached for the obi and started to remove it. Denji, still wondering
what he did to be in this situation, took off his shirt without hesitation. Meanwhile, Akane
was still asking herself if she should remove her clothes.

This is Sami’s first time doing this as she had never been in a relationship before. Besides,
Denji won’t be her boyfriend after this. He would knock her up today, and he could get the
fuck out of her life forever since she only wanted a child for that sword.

Akane awkwardly watched as Sami continued to remove her kimono, which consisted of a
lot, I mean, a lot of layers of clothes. Jesus, she had to take off three layers of obi around her
waist while Denji just needed to take off his shirt and pants.

Sami turned her gaze to Akane, lightly narrowing her eyes. “You are not gonna remove your
clothes?” Sawatari was a little hesitant and had no intention to have sex with her. “Do not
forget who convinced the boss to promote you to this rank.”

Sawatari closed her eyes, breathing evenly and nodding. Since it was Sami who helped her,
she had to help her back in some way. It’s shameful for her to dare undress in front of a boy,
but she still did it anyway.

It took Sami nearly one minute to get rid of the kimono’s layers, stripping her to her white
undergarments called Hadajuban. In the meantime, Akane already removed her red hoodie,
revealing a black shirt underneath that oversized jacket of hers.

Denji felt like he was in a blissful dream since he might be having sex again, maybe with two
of them if he was lucky. Well, this won’t be his first threesome since he had one with Shindi
and Toriko. It was wild, the sex lasted for a whole hour, leaving them all satisfied.

Akane shyly avoided looking at the bulge underneath his underwear, covering her mouth to
hide her embarrassment. Sami, on the other hand, had a blush on her cheeks as she began to
untie the bandage and removed her hadajuban, which was dropped on the floor.
His jaw dropped as he got a full view of Sami’s nude body. Her body, not petite like Yuko or
Shindi, is more like an hourglass shape. Her boobs looked a little perky but still big. Her
pubic hair was trimmed very short, not shaved like any American porn.

Akane touched her boobs, feeling that hers were still smaller compared to Sami’s. “Damn…”
In exchange, God buffed her thighs, which were THICC!! Like damn, Denji wetted his lips
at her thighs, wishing that she would crush his head with them.

But first, his main objective is to fuck Sami, and Akane is just here to support her. “Quite a
big dick you have there…” Akane didn’t mean to say that, eyes still looking at the bulge. She
subconsciously drooled, wanting to hop that dick.

Pochita realized that he was not needed, so he shrugged his shoulders before escaping the
mansion.

Both Sami and Akane’s eyes widened in shock when Denji pulled down his underwear. His
big cock dangling in its already rigid stage. Horny and impatient, Denji started to give his
Weiner a few light strokes to ease down a bit.

This is why Abe chose Denji. That boy has a big cock, a skyscraper-high sex drive, and quite
a good physique. The prime minister has to make sure that the future children of Japan are
healthy.

Sami was a little bit worried about that dick of his. It’s too hard and big and the pain would
be immense if she just straight up put it inside of her pussy. From what she had learned, a
blowjob will soften it up a bit but still retain its size. She is the granddaughter of a beloved
Yakuza boss so there is no way that she would put something that foul into her mouth.

“Sawatari, suck it.” Akane turned her head to a naked woman with a hint of disbelief and
refusal. Sami’s scowl deepened, finger pointing at the Denji’s dick. “Sawatari… I don’t want
to repeat that.” Akane, feeling intimidated by Sami’s threats, bit her lips and kneeled in front
of him.

The smell of sweat from his dick filled her nose as Denji leaned his hip closer to her face.
She couldn’t stand the reek, but under Sami’s gaze, she suppressed all of her complaints and
began to lick the tip of his penis, earning a loud moan from Denji.

Sami wasn’t happy about Sawatari just sucking on the tip, but she still wanted to wait until
Akane is ready enough to move on to the shaft. Meanwhile, Denji didn’t wanna complain
about that ‘cause her mouth felt so good. The way her tongue danced around the glans made
his body vibrate in pleasure.

Akane used one of her hands to stroke down to straighten his foreskin, allowing her to suck
more. Denji couldn’t hold back his moan as Akane’s soft lips smooched the tip of his penis,
creating loud “chup” sounds.

Sami resisted the urge to masturbate, lightly frowning in annoyance. Of course, she couldn’t
just ruin her image as a stern, beautiful woman so she gripped her hand tightly. Eventually,
Akane mustered up all of her courage and swallowed up half of his length with some
difficulty.

The more she swallowed, the more unbearable the smell was. She knew that the sweats were
formed when Denji was running through the city to reach this place, but he should have at
least applied some cologne before going out.

Akane started to feel that his dick wasn’t as hard as it was, knowing that he was soft enough
to enter Sami now. With one final thrust, she then pulled her mouth out of his dick, a long
string of saliva connecting her mouth and his tip. Luckily, he had not come yet.

“You did well, Sawatari.” Sami patted her on the shoulders. The blonde girl wiped her mouth
clean, coughing as Sami’s hands touched his shoulders and sat him down on the pillow, and
she began to lay down on her back, with her pussy right in front of his dick. “Do it.”

Denji licked his lips in hunger, grabbing his dick before impatiently inserting it inside her
pussy. The sudden appearance of pleasure and itchy pain got a wince from her, but she waved
it off and told him to continue moving.

‘Damn, she is tight…’ He slowly moved his hip back, Sami’s small whimpers getting cut off
by uneven breaths as he began to jerk his hips at a steady pace. To her, this isn’t as painful as
porn depicted, like the actresses just fucking screamed, but it was true that sex feels good.

Akane’s hand naughtily slid into her panties and began to touch her clit while her other hand
covered her mouth so that moans could be muffled. Even without Pochita’s involvement, she
still wanted to have sex with him, mainly because she was bored and wanted to experience
sexual pleasure after hours of work

“Remember. Tomorrow, we will be strangers. What is happening in this room today will
never be mentioned, ever! Got that?” Denji nodded, still continuing to move his hip. To be
fair, Denji doesn’t wanna be a father anyway because of schools, money, and family
problems. Got no time or money for that.

“How do we tell him?” Abe awkwardly turned around and asked Pochita, who shrugged.

The sex is plain, in his opinion. There wasn’t much intimacy between him and Sami, just…
fucking. No kissing and breast groping. They are like strangers, more like bad one-night-
stand sex. It’s fine, she just wanted to get knocked up, and he just wanted to bust.

The sound of moans filled the room as the sex got rougher while Akane continued to finger
herself. Thankfully, the shoji doors somewhat dampened sounds a bit, so moans wouldn’t be
heard from the halls. Denji lifted Sami’s legs on his shoulders and had to change into a
kneeling position for more comfort.

Both of them began to sweat profusely due to heat, Akane also, who had taken off her shorts,
panties included. Her breaths started to become uneven as she furiously rubbed her clit while
Denji looked up to the ceilings, mumbling something like...
“I’m about to cum…” He exhaled, moving his hip much faster than before, hoping that after
he finished off inside her, he could go home and actually have lunch with his mother. Sami
could feel her inside being ravaged by Denji’s cock as he picked up his pace, then with one
final deep thrust, Denji moaned as he came to his orgasm.

Sami felt warm liquid, thick and gooey, flowing inside of her womb. Denji, with a ragged
breath, slowly pulled out his dick, then his seed began to flow out of her pussy to her
buttcrack. ‘Man… I finally did a creampie.’ She just sighed in pleasure and decided to stay
on the floor to have a rest, but Denji wasn’t so lucky.

Denji, still recovering, was suddenly pulled back, turned around, and roughly placed in some
bushy mess of hair. After a few seconds, he came to realize that he planted his whole face on
Akane’s pussy. At first, he tried to protest, but his voice was muffled. “Don’t forget me
though!”

Just like what he wished, Akane wrapped her legs around the back of his neck and lightly
squeezed his head with her THICC thighs. Initially, Denji tapped her thigh to tell her to stop,
but over time, he accepted the punishment. “Lick it for me, will ya?” She grinned in pride,
feeling a slight movement.

Akane’s blush deepened when she sensed his tongue licking on her pussy. Due to the blissful
sensation, she accidentally squeezed harder, but Denji could still endure it, in fact, he enjoyed
it way more. Don’t know if he is a masochist.

His hands wandered from her thighs to her ass, massaging and groping it as his mouth was
busy licking her pussy relentlessly. Akane let out a loud moan and quickly covered her mouth
as soon as she realized that she slipped up.

Denji was so excited that he actually ignored the suffocation from the lack of air. Akane’s
breaths were messy, from long exhales to cut-short moans. She jerked her head back as his
tongue dug into her vagina, licking and wetting it with his own saliva.

“Okay… This is great…” She released him, and he immediately gasped for air, face painted
in blue from the lack of oxygen. Despite the near-death experience, getting his head crushed
by her thighs was… worth it.

Akane lay on the floor in the recovery position, trying to regain her breath after that wild
pussy licking. Denji’s dick, not interested in another round just a few minutes ago, got hard
again when he saw Akane lying naked, eyes closed.

Her eyes opened wide again when her right leg was lifted by Denji, who lay down just behind
her back, with his right leg pushed between Akane’s leg. His hot breath hit on her neck as he
slipped his hand under her neck to grope her breast.

They are now entangled like snakes when mating. Coincidentally, that’s also one of her
favorite reptiles. Denji positioned his dick in front of her pussy, a groan escaping from her
mouth when he slowly inserted all of his length in one thrust.
 This position, while visually sexy to viewers, restricted his movements very much. Denji
could only move his hips, but due to how comfortable it is to him, the boy could only thrust
half of his length before slamming it into her pussy again. That was enough for Akane,
judging how pleased she looked.

Denji kissed her collarbones while his thumb rubbed her round nipple in a circular pattern.
His dick was steadily thrusting, and Akane was fighting back to silence her moans as the
combinations of collarbone kissing, nipple playing, and constant fucking all made her head
become blank.

Sami’s eyes squinched in annoyance due to Akane’s moans but since she was too tired to
stand up, she just chose to endure that.

After a minute or two, he started to notice that something was about to erupt. Knowing that
he is about cum again, Denji used all of his hip strength to pick up the pace, groaning along
with Akane, who no longer could hold her moans anymore and screamed, but he quickly
covered her mouth before anyone could hear.

Akane noticed that he had stopped, knowing that Denji had cum inside of her without her
consent. However, the lust and desire for sex completely erased all of her thoughts so she
didn’t really care what happened. “Ahhh…” Her body went limp, and her head rested on the
tatami floor. “That was… nice…” She mumbled before closing her eyes to rest.

Denji agreed though. “What do you want me to pay you for this? Anything.” Sami asked him
while still lying on the ground. He does indeed need money, but the biggest problem of all is
his father’s debt.

“Can you somewhat erase my father’s debt? Even reducing it is also fine to me.” 30 million
yen is a lot of money, even selling all of his organs wouldn’t be enough. Sami hummed,
sitting up and grabbing her hadajuban.

“Depends on my grampa’s mood…” She put on her white undergarments. “Possible. I will
try to convince him about this.” A happy smile spread across Denji’s face when she said that.
It doesn’t completely erase the debt, it only makes it easier to pay up.

Knocking up a Yakuza boss’s granddaughter to reduce his father’s debt… What a story.

Chapter End Notes

Akane's thighs have been buffed in the anime! She looks like a stick woman in manga
though. Thank you, Mappa! Best anime studio ever! Better than mid Ufotable!

Jesus, the amount of researching for this chapter is unbelievable. The scenery, the water
pouring in bamboo thing, the furnitures, guns, the kimono layers.
At first, I never intended to add Fem Katana Man into this fic, but after seconds of
consideration, I decided to add her in. Yes, that also means I will eventually write about
other hybrids as well.

Man, let's read some articles about how it feels to be a woman in Yakuza.
*sees Tendo Shoko in the first results*
*traumatized after reading it*
 New Intern Teacher (Quanxi)
Chapter Summary

Warning: Rape-ish content. Skip this chapter if you're uncomfortable

Vaginal fingering, lustful leg position, butter churner position

Chapter Notes

Don't let twitter (or X) find this fic💀

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Thankfully, the debt went down from 30mil to just roughly 20mil. Although Sami tried her
best to persuade her gramp, Denji was still glad. Like, it would take him or could be years
just to pay up only a few million, considering that Yakuza does practice loan sharking.

“Another Monday… another uniform checking…” Denji closed his eyes, accepting his fate
as the students began to go through the gates with not-so-lively eyes. Makes sense ‘cause this
is Monday. Again, the girls are the main source of his headache.

“Make way for the great Powa!” That one wild blonde student boldly declared, arm raising in
the air as she turned her attention to Denji. “You are inferior to me!!” Denji didn’t say
anything and just wrote something about her not having her tie, which is against the school’s
rules.

“I… just bought three more tarantulas… yesterday.” At this point, he became numb to
Princi’s weird obsession with arachnids, so he just nodded, earning a bow from that girl.

“I didn’t forget my backpack today.” Denji merely nodded, showing no sight of interest in
Tenshi at all. She occasionally, more like nearly every day, forgets her backpack and heads
back home to get it, often ending up outside the gate.

“Did you know that fish like-”

“No. I don’t care.” Pingtsi looked down in sadness, continuing to walk to school with tears in
her eyes. At first, Denji didn’t really mind that as he was really tired from yesterday’s
smugglings, but then his eyes widened at the realization that he had made a girl cry. “Wait!
Wait! I didn’t mean tha-
A comical sweat appeared on his forehead as Pingtsi ran straight into school, rubbing her
eyes like a child. “How chivalrous of you to make a girl shed a tear.” Someone, a girl to be
precise, clicked her tongue in disappointment, shaking her head.

Denji turned around to see a white-haired woman that is rather attractive. She wore a blank
expression, eyebrow raising as she began to walk up to him. Strangely, she didn’t wear a
standard female uniform, but rather just a simple T-shirt and jeans.

She was definitely not a student, but he had never seen her in the teachers’ lounge before. “If
you don’t know who I am, name’s Quanxi. I’m an intern teacher.” Denji merely nodded, to be
honest, he did find her beautiful.

“The name… You’re not from here, right?” Denji sucks at geography.

“My mother and I moved from China to Japan.” She fixed her ponytail. Denji’s eyes slightly
opened up and he just mumbled a quiet “wow” since he had never seen someone foreign.
Chinese… are the people that speak CHING CHONG DING DONG HIS STONE COLD
AYEEEEEE and eat dogs!!

Now that he knew that she was Chinese, an intern who would be a to-be teacher a few years
from now. Still, Denji wanted to meet that Pingtsi girl again to apologize for what he said.
“Something in your mind?”

“Uhhh…” Denji sighed. “I feel like crap for yelling at that girl.” Quanxi hummed, knowing
that he was referring to that marine-obsessed girl from earlier. Not even Denji could see a
faint smirk on her face as she was coming up with a plan.

You see… she has a preference for women, not men. Just women. With a vagina, no futa
because it’s disgusting. At first glance, Pingtsi seemed timid and small, which is basically her
type. So are the girls of this school.

However, since she is typically new to this school, she has no knowledge about the layouts or
the personalities of the girls. And she can’t just go around flirting with them as an intern. So,
she turned her gaze back to Denji, who was at the gate checking students’ uniforms.

Denji is from the disciplinary committee, so he probably interacted with probably everyone.
Quanxi narrowed her eyes, a sinister plan lingering in her head. She is going to build a harem
for herself, full of girls from this school.

By the way, she likes them young, specifically 16 to 18. And she is 22.

“Hey, boy.” Denji looked at her with disinterest until she waved at him, signaling him to
come to her. Without any question, he just walked up to her, putting his hands in his pockets
as she pointed at Pingtsi, who could be seen on the second floor near the window. “You made
her cry, didn’t you?”

“Yeah…” He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “I accidentally scowled at her when
she tried to explain some fish facts…”
“If you want, I can teach you how to be popular with the girls.” Denji at first couldn’t
comprehend what she said. Seconds later, his jaw dropped, Quanxi trying to look as stern as
she could to appear trustworthy outside while thinking of a plan inside.

“Really…?” He is kind of popular with the girls… to some negative. But he joined the
committee to change his image, and studied harder before with Yuko, hoping that everyone
would look at him with a different look. “You will show me how?!”

Denji really did not question why, but due to the excitement, he forgot to ask her. “Yes.”
Quanxi, however, certainly did not want to help him at all. She was just using him as a boost
to approach the girls without drawing too much suspicion.

Like this, he would approach a girl and get to know her, and maybe the girl would like him a
bit, after he is gone, Quanxi would swoop in and tell that girl Denji was having a bad
intention with her. Thus, that girl would cling to Quanxi for protection from Denji, then…
lesbo sex.

The more girls he talks to, the more girls she will get.

Don’t underestimate Chinese people. They are really smart.

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First, Denji decided to apologize to Pingtsi, who was mostly seen reading some books in the
library. After the bell rang, he immediately ran to the first floor to find the library and decided
to wait for that girl there.

As expected, just two minutes later, she was walking to the room, reading a book about the
Marianna Trench. Much to his surprise, she focused on that book so much that she didn’t
notice he was standing right at the door. “Uhm… hey?”

She closed her books and looked at him, suddenly tears starting to form as the rejection of
this morning began to appear. “Wait! Wait! Wait! I’m sorry, okay?” That definitely didn’t
stop the crying, considering her cry got louder. “I… aw shit… have a donut I haven’t eaten
yet! You can have it!”

“Oh, thank you.” She stopped crying almost immediately, like in just nanoseconds. Even
Denji was surprised about how easily she was coaxed to stop crying. Pingtsi happily accepted
the donut and went into the library, with Denji behind her.

‘She is like… a child in a 17-year-old girl.’ How she acts, her body language, her high-
pitched voice. On top of that, she looks nerdy, not in a bad way though. Denji felt like his
apology wasn’t enough, so he offered something. “For what happened this morning… I will
listen to your fish facts…”

That was unwise of him to do that.

Pingtsi’s mouth opened in delight, emitting a happy aura when she sat down, Denji just next
to her. “Really?!”

“…yeah.”

“Did you know that fish like blah blah blah?” Denji didn’t quite hear and certainly had no
interest in hearing all of that. Marine life isn’t his thing, you know. Well, he kind of likes fish,
such of which are fried fish and steamed fish.

And just like that, he spent ten minutes hearing some random and unnecessary fish facts from
Pingtsi, who had yet to show signs of stopping at this point. She talked so much that she
forgot to eat her donut. ‘This is… boring.’

“And done!” Pingtsi smiled, blinking and tilting her head as if she were asking him whether
he enjoyed it. Denji nodded, eyes barely opening. “You’re the first one to actually sit here
hearing all of my facts!”

“Yeah…” Denji merely nodded, a small smile on his face as Pingtsi closed the book and
showed the book cover, which featured an image of various sea animals like fishes and
turtles, there was even a whale shark. “I presume that you really like the sea.”

“Of course! I really loved marine life as a kid. Once saw that channel which features
behaviors of sharks, and since then, I have been fascinated by its beauty!” It’s good for her to
find something useful to be obsessed with. Unlike Denji, who is a porn addict and has no
hobby.

To be fair, he was too busy selling drugs to buy medicine. He doesn’t even join a club.

“I gotta go…” Denji placed another wrapped donut on the table and stood up. “Have to report
today’s uniform checking, you know.” Pingtsi flashed him a friendly grin as he walked out of
the library and she went back to reading.

Unknowingly, Quanxi appeared at the door and calmly walked into the room with something
in her hand. Initially, Pingtsi didn’t notice the intern teacher, but the shadow made it difficult
for her to read. She annoyedly scowled and waved her away.

Quanxi stubbornly sat beside her right at Denji’s used chair. Extending her arm out and
opening her hand, she showed the girl a condom wrapper. “That boy dropped that when he
ran outside.”

Pingtsi tilted her head, seemingly not understanding what Quanxi was trying to imply. She
continued. “He was trying to get into your pants… and was just using you.”

“What?” Pingtsi didn’t want to believe what Quanxi said. “That’s impossible! He listened to
my fist facts-
"Honey." Quanxi sighed, placing the wrapper on the table. “I have seen him yawning more
times than any facts you have told him.” Again, this isn’t true. Denji didn’t want to hear some
random facts, but still patient enough to sit here and try to memorize as much as he could.

Pingtsi felt betrayed as Denji was the first person to hear her facts about marine life, eyes
becoming watery as Quanxi gently took the girl’s hand. “I will protect you from that foul
creature. From any men who dare to approach you. Even if I slip up a bit, they will do to you
just like what the dolphins do to pufferfish.”

“So scary!”

“At the right time, he will try to rape you and walk away, just like that. He doesn’t care one
bit about your interest in marine life.” Quanxi internally smirked as Pingtsi was about to
break down in tears, mainly because that naïve girl thought that Denji would be her friend.
Just like what Quanxi thought, she swooped in and told her lies. “I will protect you from that
boy. No worry.”

“Thank you! Thank you!” Pingtsi hugged the white-haired woman tightly, entirely believing
that lie. Quanxi’s smirk was no longer internal, now it was visible. She had one girl in her
harem.

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A few days later, Denji noticed weird things about the girls, like Pingtsi, Long, Kosumo, and
Tsugihagi. After having a talk with them, they all suddenly avoided him, like he had covid or
something. Pingtsi wasn’t seen in the library anymore, sometimes she would spot him and
run away.

“How strange.” Quanxi hummed, acting like she absolutely didn’t do any of this. Feeding
them lies and stealing his potential girlfriends. This made Abe’s blood boil.

“Agent P, aphrodisiac!” Pochita took out the tranquilizer gun and some darts, jumped off the
building, and ran toward the school. The Prime Minister scowled at the sight of Quanxi
teaching some useless stuff to Denji again. Girls having a harem? “Heresy!”

Quanxi knew that this plan only worked on smart and insecure girls since they were fragile.
So she began to brew a plan to target a much more resilient girl, like that scar-faced Yoru, or
that wildly athletic Beam. And most importantly, she would get Makima-sensei.

Denji still believed that if he tried to appear better, the girls would have a positive view of
him. “Oh, so it is that!” A long hum escaped his mouth, hand rubbing his chin and he looked
at her with admiration.
All of a sudden, Quanxi caught something near her nape, a dart. Her head immediately turned
to the windows, where the dart most likely was shot from but saw nothing. Pochita concealed
himself in time before he could be seen.

‘Not good…’ Pochita reloaded, hoping that the next shot would hit on her nape, getting her to
tell everything to Denji. Then, sex. The dog began to climb to the other windows, readying
his gun.

“What’s wrong?” Denji didn’t notice that small dart held by her fingers. Quanxi shook her
head, telling him that she just flinched for no reason. She could tell that person would strike
her again.

As expected, Pochita’s hand, along with the gun, peeked out of the window and shot another
dart at her left calf, but she just kicked it with her feet before it could make contact with her
skin. It all happened so fast that Denji didn’t notice anything.

At this point, Abe and Pochita deemed Quanxi as a threat to Japan’s population. She must be
neutralized at all costs. “Agent P, terminate her.” She had a cocky smirk on her face, waving
her hand to tell Denji to get out of the room, which he complied without a question.

Pochita climbed into the room, glaring up at her with a deep scowl. “Aphrodisiac, isn’t it?”
Quanxi’s hand lightly shook the dart, looking back at Pochita with a raised eyebrow. “You…
tried to get me fuck with that disgusting creature?”

The dog said nothing but began to walk toward her with the intent to make her submit. He
would not let her steal all of the girls away from Denji, who has a big responsibility on his
shoulders. Quanxi put the dart back in her pocket, she had use for that.

They began to walk in a circle, eyeing and looking for an opening of their enemy. Pochita
observed that she had a fast reaction and was collected while Quanxi had a feeling that he
was fast, judging his small form, making it harder to land a hit.

Not everyone knows but Quanxi learns karate and earned a black belt. Again, all Chinese
people are monks and do karate all the time.

Life is a race.

Be racist.

Before they could charge toward each other, the door was opened by Pingtsi, who was
clutching her book and gasping for air as loud footsteps could be heard outside. “Pingtsi,
where are you?” Denji groaned, scratching his head before looking for that girl again.

Like a flash, Pochita was nowhere to be seen again, even Quanxi was impressed by his sheer
speed. “Quanxi!” Pingtsi came to hug her, crying and mumbling about Denji was about to
rape her. Obviously, that’s fake.

Quanxi gently patted the girl’s shoulder, from the outside, she seemed like a caring teacher,
but her other hand was holding the dart, readying to inject some aphrodisiac to Pingtsi by the
nape. She was going to have sex with Pingtsi right here.

Rape? Doesn’t matter. She once coursed a girl named Minami into having sex with her when
she first arrived in Japan. This room is the most secluded in this school, no one would ever
hear their moans anyway.

Before the pointy tip of the dart touched Pingtsi’s nape and she slowly leaned forward for a
kiss, the door was, once again, opened, interrupting their private time. “Quanxi-san, having a
relationship with a student is forbidden in this school, you know.” Quanxi turned to the door,
lightly frowning as Makima huffed.

Quanxi let go of Pingtsi, who blinked in confusion and bowed when she noticed Makima. “I
was not doing anything suspicious. She came to her me crying and I was consulting her.”
Convincing, but the dart on her betrayed it.

Makima shook her head. “Quanxi-san, it’s no use to lie. You could be detained and your
certificate will be stripped away. Then, you will have no capacity to teach at this school.” It
can’t be like that. The girls in this school are too cute, just like her type.

“You were right…” She closed her eyes, sighing in defeat. “But leave her out of this.”
Quanxi lightly pushed Pingtsi away, who still had yet to understand what was going on.
Makima, however, had the right punishment for the intern teacher.

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“You called me, Makima-sensei?” Denji peeked his head through the gap of the door. While
he was studying in his class, someone informed him to go to Makima’s office.

There, Makima and Quanxi, though the latter seemed tense while the older teacher just had a
smile on her face. Denji looked around the storage with clear confusion on his face as to why
she would need him here.”

“Ah, Denji-kun. I’m glad you came.” Makima signaled him to come inside, though he
hesitantly did so. “I suppose that you have met Ms. Quanxi this morning, am I right?” That
he did. After walking up beside Quanxi, who seemed to grit her teeth in disgust, Denji looked
around her office.

“Makima-sensei…” He scratched his forearm, slightly getting awkward by the silence. "What
am I supposed to be here for?”

The teacher turned her attention to Quanxi, who from earlier had said that she would take any
punishment. A hum escaped through Makima’s nose, she rubbed her chin, looking at Quanxi
and Denji, a boy and a woman. Plus, she knew that Quanxi wouldn’t leave this internship
since that woman found the girls in this school cute.

“Denji. Have sex with her.” Quanxi, at first, wanted to disobey. She wouldn’t, ever and never
let that boy touch her, let alone have his dick inside of her pussy. While Denji took a few
seconds to process that request, then a deep blush painted his whole neck in red, slowly
making its way to his cheeks.

It was all too sudden and unexpected, even that request was from Makima-sensei. Just like
Quanxi, he wanted to refuse since there were two reasons. One, Makima-sensei is here,
watching them. Two, Quanxi didn’t agree on this. “I must have heard it wrong-

“Not wrong, Denji-kun.” Makima sat on her table, crossing one leg through another. “Have
sex with Ms. Quanxi.” Denji’s mouth closed in disbelief, then he looked at Quanxi, who still
had that blank face. Unlike every other sex he had had, Quanxi isn’t offering him sex, but
rather Makima forced them to.

The white-haired woman tried to hide her frustration behind that emotionless face, but this
was her first internship. If she failed this one, lots of schools wouldn’t accept her. Putting all
of her anger aside, Quanxi closed her eyes and nodded, giving Denji permission to fuck her.

She, a lesbian, was letting herself be stained by Denji, whose hands slowly reached for her
boobs to grope. Of course, breasts were the first thing he touched since he wanted to feel
them first. Speaking about Quanxi’s chest, they aren’t as big as he thought, just medium-
sized.

His hand removed the second button of her t-shirt and slid into that small gap to feel her
bosom. He learned quite a few things after having sex with the girls. Quanxi’s left shoulder
jerked in reaction to his hand getting under her bra. It was just her instinct to push a man
away when they touched her.

Quanxi would have never thought that she would have sex with a boy just to continue her
internship as a teacher. But it is damn funny that she just used Denji just to get closer to the
girls, and now he is using her body in Makima’s order. ‘It just feels weird…’ Denji had
nothing to say.

Meanwhile, Abe and Pochita were watching from the building miles away. “Now that woman
is getting touched by Denji… Hahahaha!” The dog laughed along with his prime minister.
“He should have fucked those four girls if not for that Chinese girl! For the real punishment,
he must impregnate her!”

They were really soft, the boobs, he meant. She turned back when she heard her bra being
unhooked through her t-shirt, seemingly impressed by his sheer skill. Makima continued to
watch with a hint of interest. Denji’s eyes sometimes would glance to the woman sitting on
the desk, since it’s weird for him to have sex in front of an audience of one.

Slowly, a blush crept up to Quanxi’s cheeks as Denji removed the bra and moved on to
removing her t-shirt next. The sensation of his touch roamed around from her breasts to her
flat stomach. He began to massage it, making her lightly shudder due to how ticklish it was.
Not only that, but his hand had also unbuttoned her jeans and dropped them without her
noticing.

Makima had to say, she was impressed with his skills. Distracting Quanxi while dropping her
pants is quite a feat. Quanxi looked down to see her jeans on her ankles, lightly gritting her
teeth in annoyance as Denji began to lick her pink nipple while his other was fondling the
unoccupied breast.

Like a child hungry for milk, he used his lips and teeth, carefully not biting on them, to suck
on her tit. He could hear a satisfied hum from Quanxi, who almost let out a moan. Just by her
facial expression, she was clearly enjoying that, just didn’t want to show it.

His right hand wrapped around her waist as his other hand began to move down to her
panties, carefully sliding into them. She was a bit bushy, not thick so she most likely just
trimmed it instead of shaving. Moving down even further, his middle finger touched
something fleshy and soft, knowing that was her clitoris, he used his index finger to rub it
while the middle and ring ones were inserted into her vaginal hole.

The inside wasn’t as wet as he thought. Denji stimulated her by sucking, groping, and making
progress slowly. The sudden tightness inside his pants interrupted his thoughts. A deep hum
was exhaled when Denji stopped groping her breast to zip down his pants, which were
dropped on the floor and then thrown to the side.

Quanxi nearly had no reaction when she saw that big bulge hidden by the fabric of his
underwear. Makes sense, she isn’t into dicks, just pussies. No matter how big his dick is, she
will never enjoy having sex with him. This will be the only and the last time she would let
him fuck her.

His hand silently slid down her panties, and so did his other hand, which was pulling down
his underwear as he stopped sucking on her nipple and focused on her pubic area. Unlike the
hentai he read, her pubic hair was black, not like some female characters having the same
pubic hair the same as their scalp hair color.

“Can you make it more erotic, Denji?” Makima wanted to see more than just plain fingering
and sucking, weirdly there was no kissing. She got a nod from Denji, who then got on his
knees, with his hands pulling down her panties to her ankles level. Quanxi lifted her leg for
Denji to remove both the jeans and underwear. As soon as the sound of her clothing hit the
floor, she felt the wet sensation of his tongue entering her pussy.

Makima hummed, complimenting Denji that he knew her well. Despite that sweat and sour
smell from her pussy, he continued to lick faster and reached deeper, poking at her cervix as
Quanxi covered her mouth to muffle her moans. ‘Kid got some skills…’ The intern teacher’s
shaky breaths were quietened by her hand, while the other subconsciously grabbed his blonde
hair for support.

Sometimes, she would unintentionally pull his hair for pleasure. Weirdly, Makima’s office
has a small A.C., yet somehow Denji sometimes licked some of her salty sweat. But those
small drops made him thirsty, he began to lick some of her pussy juice to hydrate himself.
There wasn’t much, yet it did quench his thirst.
Quanxi’s head jerked back in pleasure, and then Denji felt a small stream of water, which was
her orgasm hitting his tongue. He opened his mouth wider and engulfed all of her pussy and
pubic area to get all of that squirt in his mouth. But unlucky for him, the orgasm ended
almost immediately, leaving him disappointed.

“Now to the main part, shall we?” Makima clapped her hand, earning a post-orgasm from
Quanxi and a curious one from Denji. He wiped his lips mouth clean before standing up,
hands reaching for the hem of his underwear and pulling it down, letting his nearly erect cock
out.

Quanxi, still, didn’t seem surprised or act shocked at the size of his cock like the rest of the
girls. She just wanted this to end quickly. “Hurry up, will ya?” She urged with a monotone
voice. Denji nodded in response, his right hand lifting one of her legs up and firmly putting it
on his shoulder. She had to wrap her hands around his neck in order to not fall back.

Splintery is just one of the most crucial parts of learning karate, so she didn’t find this
position tiresome. His left hand cupped her butt as he positioned his dick in front of her
entrance. With a deep breath, Denji nodded as an assurance before his dick slid inside of her
hole with minor difficulty. Nonetheless, his whole length went inside of her, making her
wince in pain and the force of her grip on his neck made him groan.

Makima’s smile got slightly bigger as Denji started to move his hip and looked down to
observe how deep he was inside of her. She was so tight that he actually groaned as he
thrusted inside of her. Quanxi’s butt made contact with his hip with each deep thrust, almost
earning a moan from her.

It’s kind of hard for her to describe how she is feeling right now. She couldn’t say if it was
better or worse than lesbian sex. It’s just… so distinct to her. Her uneven breaths were cut
short when Denji leaned down, which she subconsciously accepted.

Makima was pleased to see that Denji was ‘punishing’ Quanxi as she expected. People say
that she is evil, and that is right. She was aware of Quanxi’s sexuality, so that’s why she
specifically chose Denji, a male, to have sex with her. “Denji-kun, I don’t want your semen
spilled on the floor.”

Denji instantly understood what she implied, however, Quanxi also realized that she just
encouraged him to finish inside of her. “No-” Her protest quickly got cut off by another
sloppy kiss from Denji. She tried to push him away for air but he still resiliantly leaned down
further for a deep kiss.

Knowing that she can’t just disobey, Quanxi eventually gives in and just lets him do whatever
Makima says. After all, contraceptive pills would do the job. Denji suddenly pulled back,
ending the kiss, then he noticed that this position would definitely get some semen dripping
out of her vagina.

He learned of this one position from porn. It’s that one where the female laid on her back, just
her upper back, on the ground while her legs were raised high. The guy squatted down and
penetrated from above. When he cum inside of her, the semen wouldn’t drip out of her cunt.
Denji forcefully wrapped his hands around her waist and laid her on the floor, much to
Quanxi’s confusion, he then grabbed her legs by the calves and raised them above and behind
her head. He impatiently rubbed the shaft of his dick on her mound before inserting the
whole length inside of her again.

This time, he was so deep inside that his base managed to touch her pussy lips. Denji could
see Quanxi gritting her teeth in pain due to how uncomfortable this position was. Sadly, he
didn’t notice that displeasure and continued to fuck her relentlessly.

Makima, once again, congratulated him for his quick thinking. “Such a smart boy you are,
Denji-kun.”

“Th-Thank you, Makima-sensei.” Just right after he said that Denji could feel himself near
orgasm, so he began to speed up, ramming his dick as hard as he could in her pussy. For
once, a moan slipped up from her mouth, then small ones, she eventually couldn’t keep that
straight face anymore and began to moan quietly.

‘Well, she betrayed herself.’ Makima smirked internally as Denji gave the intern teacher one
final thrust, body twitching as he pumped his baby batter into her womb. His dick was inside
of her for a few more seconds to make sure that there would be no precum. Due to the
blissful pleasure, Quanxi’s lower body twitched, jerking up and down.

After seeing no drops of sperm dripping out of her hole, Denji had a sigh of relief, wiping the
sweat off his forehead. “You have done well.” Makima clapped her hands. The boy crouched
down and grabbed Quanxi’s underwear and put it on for her while she was lying on the
ground tired.

Instead of a happy smile or a satisfied face, she had a scowl on her face as Denji tried to help
her dressed again. “Get off me.” She said coldly, grabbing the waistband of her undergarment
and pulling it up. Next, she pushed him away with more force than she intended and took her
jeans.

“I was-

“Shut up.” She hastily put on her pants, fixing up her hair and giving Denji a scowl. “All men
are just the same. They just rape.” With that, she stormed out of the room without saying a
word to Makima, all while Denji was feeling a bit guilty for what just happened.

“It’s alright, Denji. You don’t have to worry about anything.” It didn’t make him feel any
better. It’s true that Denji was just obeying Makima-sensei since students are taught to listen
to teachers.

All while Denji was thinking to himself, Abe and Pochita hugged with a big, dumb smile on
their face as they observed Quanxi, who was seen walking out of the school. “She is going to
buy some birth control pills, Agent P. You know what to do.”

Pochita gave him a salute before heading his way to the nearest pharmacy to swap the pills
with some candies.
Chapter End Notes

School sucks!! Besides, Quanxi's backstory will be discovered in the future chapters,
which will explain why she doesn't like men.

Next chapter... REZE!!! She is da bomb!

 The New Transfer Student (Reze)
Chapter Summary

No sex.

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“Agent P, we have an urgent situation now. I would have never thought they would find Denji
so fast…” The prime minister let out a tiring sigh, looking outside of the window in his
office. His eyebrows furrowed in worry, as the fate of Denji is being threatened.

Pochita was already aware of what Abe implied, he had heard about assassins who tried to
kill others like Denji. “We could have lost Midoriya Izuku if not for Yagi’s intervention.” Of
course, one can not have a big chance, so Abe chose a lot of boys his age, like Itadori Yuji
and Ikari Shinji.

Well, Abe once intended to choose that guy named Kinoshita Kazuya or something, but once
he saw how pathetic that guy was, he immediately changed his mind and searched for better
ones. ‘Such wasted potential…’

The hitwoman that almost managed to kill Izuku was called “Lady Nagant”. She just revealed
to them that she isn’t the one only paid to sabotage Japan’s population. There are many more
of them still hiding in the shadows, waiting for the right opportunities.

Upon further investigation, they found out that one was already targeting Denji, and she had
pretty much infiltrated the Fourth East High School. But he couldn’t just send a team of
Public Safety personnel to barge into the school and search for the hitwoman. That would
attract too much attention.

“So I assign you to guard Denji.” The prime minister pointed at the dog agent with a shaky
voice. He had yet to pick someone to protect Denji, so in the meantime, he desperately
needed Pochita to protect Denji from the hitwoman.

Agent P posed a salute, nodding in agreement, which pleased Abe. “Thank you very much,
Agent P. You’re one of our best, if not, the very best.”

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“You seem very down, Denji.” Yuko childishly poked Denji’s cheek while his face was
planted on the table. She heard some sad hum from him, though muffled, and sympathetically
patted his shoulder. Maybe he is too tired from those studying. That’s not true, he was just
thinking about Quanxi.

He remembered how mad she really was, how quickly she ran out of the room with a deep
scowl. Although it wasn’t technically his fault since Makima ordered him to have sex with
her, Denji still felt like shit. His eyes stared at nothing but the table, and partially Yuko’s
skirt, which was kind of blurred due to refractive error.

Men… rape… That’s what Quanxi said before storming out of the room. Denji thought it
could mean something from her past, like… no, he doesn’t wanna theorize it. Denji isn’t the
one that dwells on someone’s personal life. “Stop poking me, Yuko!”

She giggled, covering her mouth ‘cause it’s lady-like to laugh while hiding your mouth. “You
look so dead!” That ain’t wrong.

“Yeah…” Suddenly, the break time was ended by the sound of a bell ringing loudly across
the school vicinity. Great, they wasted forty minutes in the library not learning a single thing
about English, such a subject is feared by both of them. “Ugh!”

Yuko also groaned with him, slapping her forehead. “In one random day, we will conquer the
English subject!” Said day will never come, sadly. Denji finally had the energy to stand up
again, helping Yuko to pack up her books. Denji unexpectedly got a peck on the cheek from
Yuko when he handed her the books, grinning proudly as she waved goodbye to him and
went to her class.

Later.

Another boring class it is gonna be. As usual, Hayakawa-sensei would go in and do her job,
no laughing, no talking small talking with students. She is just like that. Denji looked to their
right to see an empty desk that originally belonged to some guy, but then he transferred to
another school.

“Alright, class, before we get to the lesson, I just want to let you all know that we have a new
transfer student from Russia.” Hayakawa-sensei stopped the students from murmuring out
loud since she didn’t want the new student to feel uncomfortable. She turned to the door,
nodding. “You can come in.”

At first, Denji didn’t even bother to look at the board to see the new student, but judging from
the gasps of his classmates, mostly the boys, he glanced at the classroom’s platform to see a
purple-haired girl. His eyes slowly widened as he observed her features.

Petite, just like every girl in this school but her face is pretty. Weird, but maybe because she
is a new student, the school didn’t force her to dye her hair black or order her to remove the
choker. Both of her arms which were behind her back, holding a handbag, seemed to suggest
that she is quite shy.

Denji, along with the other boys, howled and mumbled about the new student. The girls were
very curious about Reze’s country and culture. Akera knew that chaos would break loose the
moment Reze stepped into this room. “Quiet!” The class did so. “Okay, you can introduce
yourself now.” Akera took one step back, allowing the new student some space.

“Hello everyone, my name is Reze. I’m from Russia. I moved to Japan with my parents. My
favorite subject is chemistry. Nice to meet you!” She bowed down for a while. Everyone,
except for Akera, was amazed by Reze’s ability to speak Japanese. They thought that
foreigners would just struggle to write kanji when they first came here.

Denji was kind of captivated by Reze, who turned to Akera after she had finished introducing
herself. “You can sit on that empty desk over there. Don’t worry, the owner transferred to
another one.” Reze nodded before making her way to the designated seat. Everyone’s eyes
were still fixated on the moving Reze.

As soon as she sat down on the chair, the girls leaned closer to Reze from their seats, and
they all immediately questioned her.

“You spoke Japanese pretty well. How long have you been here?”

“Can you teach us some Russians?”

“It’s against the school’s rules to wear a choker, you know…”

“Can you swim!?” Of course, it was Bimu who asked that.

Coincidentally, she was sitting on the right side of Denji. His eyes focused on her ‘cause she
is cute. Despite being Russian, she still looks Asian enough. “Hey, man... I think she is
looking at you, Denji.” The boy right in front of him whispered to Denji, who now noticed
that Reze was eyeing him with a smile.

His eyes darted around as if he thought she was seeing someone behind him, which is
impossible since he sits by the windows. All the while Shindi looked with a hint of jealousy.
“Hey…” Denji hesitantly waved at her, surprisingly, she waved back.

“Hello, what’s your name?” That question quickly got everyone’s eyes wide. No one would
have ever thought that the new pretty girl would try to talk to Denji. But he ignored the looks
the boys gave him, and he proudly jabbed his chest with his thumb.

“Call me Denji. Nice to meet you too.” Nobody noticed that Reze’s eyes got a little bit wider.
Knowing that she had just entered the right school, she began to form a plan in her head. First
off, maybe a simple date, then she would poison him. Or straight ụp killing him in a dark
alleyway and then hiding his body. There is no third plan, for now.

From outside, Pochita’s eyes widened in shock as he realized that Reze was the hitwoman
sent to kill Denji. Purple hair, a choker, and Russian. It matched the description. Gritting his
teeth, Pochita angrily stared at the fake smile Reze was wearing on her face as she was
chatting with Denji, and then they quickly got scolded by Akera. ‘You’re not gonna lay a
finger on him.’

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“No business today…” Denji sighed. Although smuggling weapons is tough, much more than
selling drugs, it makes quite a lot of money. Then, he shrugged his shoulders, brushing that
mulligrubs aside. Plus, he would have more to stay at home and help his mom do work.

As he was walking on his familiar road, his eyebrows slightly raised as he heard footsteps
right behind him. At first, Denji thought that it was just a stranger who was walking on the
same road as him, but the footsteps got louder until he could feel a shoulder bump from his
left.

“On your left.” Reze started to giggle when he recoiled back in surprise. Denji’s body relaxed
as he realized that was the new student from Russia. Although he didn’t know why she was
following him, he just presumed that she just wanted to walk around the neighborhood to
know more about the layout.

“You live near here, or…” She nodded, confirming his first guess. “Okay… bye then-

“Wanna have some dinner down the street called Crossroads?” A generous offer. Why him?
Denji stopped in his tracks, turning around with a confused face. Reze had just been
transferred to his school just today, and now she was inviting him for dinner. His jaw was
dropped, he glanced down at the ground and started to think about that.

He has two sides.

One, she was confused about Tokyo since she was new here. Dinner would be a good way to
pay him for what he would be teaching her, such as the school’s layout and teachers.

Two, she likes him.

A self-slap halted his thoughts. There is no way that Reze likes him like she just met him
today. Reze took one step back as soon as Denji became a monkey, constantly scratching his
head, and rubbing his chin furiously. Sometimes, she even wondered if this was even the
right target. Hell, she once thought that the… breeder would be tall, handsome, and
charismatic.

‘This is unexpected…’ Reze thought, still keeping her small smile as Denji gritted his teeth
and nodded. Seeing that her target had fallen to the bait, her smile got bigger. “Let’s go, shall
we?” Unexpectedly, she grabbed his hand and pulled him while Denji just walked behind her
without a word.

Her hand felt so soft, very smooth. A small blush painted his cheeks as he mindlessly
followed Reze. All the while a small figure was jumping across the buildings, carefully
observing the students.

Pochita immediately realized Reze’s intention and tried to come up with a way to temporarily
separate them. The agent watched as they entered a fairly well-decorated coffee shop, which
serves drinks and food apparently. But the problem is the shop doesn’t allow pets. ‘Not
good…’

Upon entering the shop, the bell rang, which signified the owner to greet them. “Ah… it’s not
Valentine’s Day and yet a couple… All right, right this way.” Reze chuckled in flattery as
Denji raised his finger to say something, but quickly stopped.

After sitting down by the windows, which thankfully allowed Pochita to have a clear view of
them. The dog was sitting right outside the shop, waiting for the right moment to strike, like a
normal dog.

“Can I get one uh… only a bowl of ramen…? By the way, old man, do you have udon? I
wanna buy something for my mom.” The owner frowned at the “old man” part despite being
over 50 now, but nonetheless, he nodded with a stern face. “What do you want to have,
Reze?”

“Just a normal iced coffee is okay.” Ironically, coffee is his least favorite drink ever because it
tastes either sour or like mud. Coca is way better and cheaper too! The owner nodded in
understanding before making his way to the counter to prepare their order.

“I could really hire a waiter or two… My back…”

“So…” Denji put his backpack on the seat beside him, leaning back a bit. “Uh… what do you
think of Tokyo so far?” He tried his best to come up with a conversation with Reze, who just
shrugged her shoulders with a snicker.

“Besides it being expensive, it is still livable to me. My parents had just found a job, so we
can manage on our own.” Little did Denji know, that every one of her stories was totally
made up. There were no parents, no transfer school, just a hitwoman from Russia sent here to
kill Denji, and then she would go back to her country after that.

Denji didn’t notice that she was constantly touching the pin on her choker, which contained a
small dose of toxic protein called Ricin, which is perfect for the job. Said protein is odorless
and tasteless, so he wouldn’t detect them. There is no antidote for Ricin, and it takes hours
for the symptoms to occur, so he would die without knowing it and she wouldn’t be the
suspect.

Pochita didn’t pick up any weird scent other than the smell of freshly served ramen and
coffee. “Wanna eat with me?” He kindly slid the ramen bowl to her, but Reze politely refused
to, since she was gonna poison that delicious dish anyway. Denji didn’t ask again and
immediately dug in.

Before he could take a bite, Reze suddenly gasped, earning his attention, then pointed at the
door, her hand coincidentally above the ramen bowl. “I saw something over there!”

“Where?” Denji turned in the direction to see… a maid café. The boy subconsciously
whistled as waitresses cutely posed for pictures. All while Reze’s pointing hand was silently
rubbing. At first, Pochita didn’t know what she was doing, but further careful observation
showed that she was sprinkling Ricin powder.

‘Not good!’ The dog ran toward the door, trying to push the heavy door as Reze just said
sorry and told him to continue eating. ‘NO!’ Pochita had finally pushed the door, the bell
alerting the owner. Before his mouth could have a taste of that delicious ramen, the dog
crashed onto the table, resulting in the ramen bowl spilling on the ground, along with that
taste of coffee.

“What the fu- HEY!” Denji’s confusion quickly turned to anger as the dog grabbed their
backpacks and ran away like a wind. Reze’s jaw was dropped when she looked at the mess on
the floor, the poisoned ramen was destroyed by that dog.

Denji also ran outside to catch that dog. “HEY YOU! You didn’t pay me!” The owner angrily
dashed out of his shop, watching as Denji was trying to chase down that dog, or whatever the
fuck was that.

“Keep the change!” Reze slapped the money and bowed before running off to find her target.
Worse, her bag was carrying illegal things like small bombs and more poisons. If they
somehow got found out by Denji, he would realize her intention.

The owner looked at the mess with a sigh, then he turned to look at the maid café which was
filled with customers. “I might run out of business soon… Wait… I didn’t give the udon…”

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“Stop! Bad dog! Can you please stop!?” Denji was so focused on catching that dog that he
didn’t realize it was running on two legs while carrying their backpacks with its front legs.

Denji quickly caught up to the dog, fortunately, he managed to snatch Reze’s bag back.
Pochita looked at his empty hand in horror as he knew that his plan to separate them had
failed. He was attempting to throw Denji’s bag in front of his home, and he would dispose of
Reze’s weaponry.
“Give that back!” Denji’s hand was extended out, just inches away from Reze’s bag. All of a
sudden, just at a crossroads, Reze appeared from the corner and snatched her bag back.
Pochita could feel the weight have gone, turning around to look at Reze, who had a sinister
smirk on her face as Denji stopped to catch his breath.

The dog reluctantly climbed on the wooden fences before Denji could say anything. Reze
knew that the dog would most likely return, a smile returned on her face as she turned to
Denji. “Hey, Den-

“Oh, it’s my house!” Pochita’s plan worked. Reze’s smile dropped as he waved at her while
taking off his shoes. “It was a… great dinner… though I didn’t get to eat the ramen. The udon
though… wait… I forgot to grab the udon!”

Reze didn’t quite hear Denji’s screaming as she was trying to come up with another plan
again. She had used all of the Ricin powder back at the shop, now she only had a knife and
some lethal poisons. Narrowing her eyes, Reze resorted back to direct murdering again.

“Father… You’re not home right now?” Denji turned around to see Reze presumably talking
to her parents through her phone. Her phone screen was hidden by her hand, so Denji
wouldn’t know that she was faking a conversation. “I could manage on my own- you didn’t
leave the housekey at home?”

The boy felt pretty bad for eavesdropping on others’ conversation, though Reze was literally
talking out loud for him to hear. Reze nodded, closing her eyes and nodding, and hung up.
With a tired sigh, she waved goodbye at him before sadly walking somewhere else.

“Hey.” A smile returned on her face as she heard Denji’s voice. Now she just wanted to the
rest. “You can… stay at my house until your family returns.” Her smirk got wider, then it was
quickly replaced by a surprised face when she turned around. Reze still acted innocent by
waving her hand in refusal.

“No, thanks…”

“It’s fine. My parents aren’t home too. You can stay there.” Denji opened the door wider, a
sign telling her to enter. “Plus, being outside at night is kinda dangerous for a girl…”

She fiddled with her fingers, and after a while, she nodded her head shyly. “Well… if you
don’t mind.” She slowly walked to his house’s entrance, much to Pochita’s bewilderment.
The dog’s eyes were wide as Reze removed her shoes and stepped inside his home, and Denji
slid the door closed.

‘You bitc-’ The dog quietly moved on to the other part of the wall to have a better of his
kitchen, but it was already curtained by Reze. The agent gritted his teeth in annoyance and
immediately looked for another entrance. Luckily, he found one: Denji’s windows.

With his agility, Pochita made a leap and landed on the window relatively fast. Thankfully, it
wasn’t locked, so the dog easily entered his room, some porn magazines laying on his bed.
He noticed that the door was widely opened, most likely someone had opened it, not Denji
since he had just arrived home.
She heard some more quiet footsteps, which Denji obviously didn’t hear. She could hear a
click, like a gun or something from the ceiling. Pochita grinned as he readied his dart gun
again. But this would be a challenge for him, just like Quanxi, Reze is fast so he must have a
clear shot.

Denji placed two packs of yogurt and spoons on the table. “Sorry if it is not much but that’s
all I got.” Reze shook her head, telling him that was fine since she wasn’t hungry at all.

This is kind of new to Denji since he had never brought a girl to his house before. You know,
since his house looks old and his father’s unpredictable behaviors, he had never once invited
anyone. That made Reze the first. He was somewhat glad that she didn’t commend anything
about his house, as well as the yogurt.

It’s not best to say but this yogurt is really good. And it’s served cold too. “Wow…”

“That’s my secret recipe! I won’t tell ya.” Denji grinned proudly.

Pochita smirked as he discovered her lack of caution when she was happily eating the yogurt.
The dog raised his dart gun, aiming right at her neck before pulling the trigger. All was
proven wrong when Reze just slightly moved her head to the the left, causing the dart to miss
her skin.

Immediately, Pochita concealed himself as Reze turned to the ceiling to search for the dog, all
while Denji was still unaware of the fight. She turned back her attention to the dart, which
leaked out the aphrodisiac. Then, she had an idea.

Just right in her backpack, a small dose of ketamine could be found in there. Much like Ricin,
they are tasteless, and it is super effective! Just one minute after ketamine enters your body,
you will lose consciousness.

She silently grabbed the dart and poured all of the liquid out, and she grabbed a bottle of
ketamine. When Denji wasn’t looking at her, Reze hastily grabbed the dart and started to pour
a small dose of the substance. After confirming that the dart was ready to use, she silently hid
the bottle and the dart.

“Uhm… since the TV is broken… are you comfortable staying in my room for a while?”
Denji tried to bang the TV in the corner just like his ancestors, yet it didn’t work. Reze,
without a word, agreed because he wasn’t gonna live long.

After finishing the yogurt, Denji and Reze began to walk to his room on the second floor,
while Pochita silently followed them. The hitwoman was waiting for this moment for the
whole day, after he let his guard down, she would inject him with his dart.

“It’s a bit messy…” Denji pushed the door and showed her his room, which wasn’t as bad as
she thought. It only looked old and downgraded a lot, but everything was neatly organized.

She sat down on his bed, with the dart right behind her back. Denji was scratching his hands
in anxiety as Reze looked around the room. “So uhh…” He strangely walked to his desk and
opened a drawer, beginning to check something. “it’s kinda dirty so-
“No. It’s nice.” To be fair, this is much better than her bedroom back in Russia. “It’s so
comfy!” She lay flat on the mattress, looking at Denji with sinister intention. “So, Denji, I
presume this is the first time a girl has ever walked into your room, right?”

Seeing his blush, got a laugh from her. “No, actually. You’re the third person to ever walk
into my room.” That wiped the smile off her face. For a second, her grasp on the dart
loosened a bit. She heard some groans from Denji, who was furiously searching for
something in his drawers. “It’s not here?”

Denji clearly remembered that he had hidden the money somewhere. It is about 120000 yen
or even more. He got so frustrated that he slammed the drawers, and then he began to search
for the money in the hangers, clothes, or even notebooks.

After a few minutes of rummaging, he had come to the conclusion that his father had stolen
the money. His rage blinded him so much that he actually forgot Reze’s presence in his room
and started to slam his fist on his table multiple times. “AHH! BASTARD!”

Reze was startled by the loud banging and stood up to calm him down. Still, the dart was still
in her hand though. “Calm down, Denji! What’s wrong?” After hearing her worried voice,
Denji was able to overcome his rage, but the thought of his father stealing his money to
gamble again made his blood boil. “Denji, calm down!”

“Calm down? How the hell am I gonna calm down when my own father stole my money,
which is for my mother’s medicine!? I did a lot of bad things just to save that much, and now
he goddamn could be spending it all in some casino run by the Yakuza, those same guys who
he owes money to!!”

Reze knew it was best not to dwell or ask about his personal life so she temporarily put the
thought of killing him aside and decided to ease him down a bit. With gentleness, she sat him
down in his own bed, taking his hand, lightly squeezing it.

She could somewhat sympathize with him due to her past. Denji and Reze both have
something in common, doing bad things for a living. He sells drugs to buy medicines for his
mother while she kills to help hers. Her interest in chemistry helped her a lot.

Denji, like a corpse, didn’t react to her hand holding his. One hard week of doing errands in
school is gone. “Sometimes, I have wished that I hadn’t been born at all.” He mumbled,
slumping down in tiredness.

His mother’s disease initially was normal, with no coughing blood or weak health. But after
he was born, things started to go to hell. “Overworked and abused both physically and
mentally, her conditions worsened, to the point where it would cost millions of yen just to
fully cure her disease… It’s a miracle that I didn’t inherit her heart. So maybe… I have
inherited my old man’s evil one.”

After hearing all of his inner frustration and feelings, she couldn’t help but feel really bad for
him. Her grasp on the dart completely loosened, causing it to roll on the bedsheet. Before the
pointy tip could touch Denji’s skin, Pochita snatched it from the ceiling quickly.
“Sorry for that.” Denji slapped his own face, sighing in disappointment. I shouldn’t have-

“I, too, have a family issue.” She offered him a sad smile, Denji’s eyes slightly widening as
she bit her lip. “My family is poor, like in the lowest class. Having harvested a big batch of
potatoes is already a blissful experience for us. My parents were farmers, and they, for some
reason I couldn’t understand, were happy with their life…”

Denji’s body relaxed, and his eyes became normal again. Slowly, her smile transited into a
light frown. “Working in the field every day… I don’t want that! But Reze, it has been our
family’s, even our ancestors’ source of living. Your mother and I are no intellects. Then I will
be the change!” She fiercely pointed at herself.

Little did Denji know, she was actually telling nothing but the truth.

Unlike the lies she had told him just hours ago, she was now basically talking about her
childhood back in Russia. She hated every moment of that, and yet her parents were pleased
about their lives, working in the field or doing some errands every day.

Sometimes, her parents would find quite a sum of money, which was the reward for some
killings Reze did. After that, all of them were spent on her education, and it infuriated her
because she gave them the money for them to spend on their needs.

“They aren’t unable to make a difference,” Denji spoke, earning a nod from Reze.
Unknowingly, his hand lightly squeezed hers. “They want you to be the change.” That
certainly raised her eyebrows, still, Denji just shrugged his shoulders. But the more she
thought about it, the more it started to make sense.

Money spent on her education was enough to explain it all. “I don’t know whether to call my
parents foolish or not.” It’s always old people’s logic that if you study hard enough, you have
a good life in the future. And her parents naively believed that. Of course, her parents were
too old, so they wanted Reze, who has great potential, to have a normal life rather than spend
the rest of her life on the field.

He didn’t know what to say anymore, just like that, silence was the only thing that occurred
in this room. Occasionally, both of them would make eye contact and then look back at the
floor again. It was so awkward that Pochita didn’t know what to do.

Like magnets, Denji and Reze both turned to each other, then they abruptly leaned for a deep
kiss almost immediately. Again, both of them couldn’t really explain why they were doing
this. Maybe they were so lonely and desperate for attention.

Meanwhile, Denji guessed only one thing. Feelings.

That basically answered all of his questions. Why did the previous sex feel so empty, only
filled with lust? Because there is no love between them, just horniness and desire for sex.
Unlike how rough he was to other girls, his hand wrapped around her neck as Reze did the
same, the kissing got more passionate as Denji laid on top of her.
 Weird, ‘cause his hands didn’t travel to her boobs. They didn’t begin to undress or touch each
other’s genitals. But for some reason, Denji could say that it was fulfilled, there was no need
for sex here, just… feelings.

Pochita wasn’t pleased to see them have sex, but the dog was glad that Denji was still safe.
Judging Reze’s body language, it seems like she has grown feelings for him, which might
lower the chance of him being killed by her.

“Agent P, do you copy? I have good news!” Abe’s voice could be heard from his watch. “We
have successfully dismantled the organization! No one could harm Denji or the others. It's
just weird that the group was supported by Russia...” Nonetheless, Pochita’s smile spread
across his face after hearing the news. With that group disbanded, Reze would have no reason
to kill Denji.

The dog wiped the sweat off his head. ‘Maybe I need a day off.’

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Denji’s mother was witnessing a cute, but rather uncomfortable one for her. Her… son was
hugging a strange girl, whom she had never met, in his sleep. Since she was wearing a school
uniform, she presumed that that girl was in the same school as Denji.

Still, her boy hugging a girl to sleep… ‘At this rate, I will have a grandkid soon.’

More like… grandkids.

Chapter End Notes

Sorry everyone, I was feeling kinda sick today so I couldn't write a sex scene :((
I write it in another chapter.

Reze's backstory was changed. Initially, she was a Russian citizen who defected to Japan
after Russia declared war on Ukraine. In need of money, she reluctantly accepts killing
Denji for that. But I don't want my fic to be too political so that idea was scrapped. 4

Next... maybe Beam and Power. Then Kobeni.

 Two Crazy Cuties (Beam, Power)
Chapter Summary

Blowjob, Cunniligus, Butterfly position, Doggy style

Chapter Notes

Beam is called Bimu

Power is called Powa

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“It’s time for PE!” Himeno loudly clapped her hands as the students all began to line up in
front of her. After the talking ceased, Himeno nodded before taking out her pen and her list of
students. “The midterm of PE begins!”

It’s just gonna be simple. Just 20 push-ups, 25 sit-ups, volleyball tossing, 100 meters-dash
and 5 pull-ups… Oh, that’s for the boys. For girls, they just have to it 5 push-ups and 50
meters-dash only. Just that.

“Oh, Reze. Since you’re the new student, you don’t have to do it.” The exchange student
nodded.

“What the… Sensei! It’s unfair!” The boys’ frustration began to rise while the girls were
chatting happily about the test. Himeno outright ignored the boys’ protesting and clapped her
hands again.

“All right! If any of you disagrees, raise your hands up!” At the same time, the boys,
including Denji, all raised their hands. Himeno pointed at each one, muttering some numbers
before she nodded. “16 boys disagreed- oh Bimu too.” Himeno was quite surprised to see a
girl, but that’s normal since Bimu likes challenges. “Now who agrees!?”

However, the girls’ numbers are superior to boys. Himeno chuckled in pride as she counted
23 hands, which belonged to the rest of the girls. Reze only shrugged her shoulders as she
saw Denji’s disappointed face.

Nonetheless, the result was obvious. The boys would have to endure Hell while the girls
could finish it in just two minutes and chat for the rest of the period. Himeno immediately
blew her whistle and clapped her hands, telling the girls to do it first.

“Is this even gender equality?”

“Himeno-sensei is unfair to us!”

“Man, I wish I was a girl…” Why is the song “Moonlight” playing?

“I mean…” Denji scratched his head, the boys all turning their heads to him with a raised
eyebrow. “In last month’s High jump competition, the highest record of the girls’ side was
about 110cm, while all of us boys effortlessly jumped through 130cm…”

All of them looked at each other, wondering about what Denji had just said. He was partially
right though, since girls are much weaker, have much fewer muscles, and aren’t usually built
for endurance tests. You can just ask the strongest girl, not Bimu, of any class and have her
fight the weakest boy. The boy would mostly win.

But 20 push-ups, 25 sit-ups, volleyball tossing, 100 meters-dash, and 5 pull-ups… compared
to 5 push-ups and 50 meter-dash. It’s still too unfair!

“Too easy!!” Bimu frustratedly stomped the ground with gritted teeth, with the girls having
just gone half of the track. Reze clapped her hands as Bimu angrily stomped on the ground,
mumbling about something too easy.

Bimu sat down right beside Reze and watched as the other girls still running. Then, the black-
haired girl turned her head to the new student, grinning and trying to act friendly. “How good
are you at sports?”

“Not much.” Well, yesterday, she managed to catch up with Denji and Pochita, whom Usain
Bolt is afraid to compete against. So yes, she is extremely good at sports, just does not want
to show it.

“Wow… Great job as always, Bimu.” Denji gave her a thumbs up and moved toward the two
girls and sat down beside them, as did the girls. Bimu flashed him a grin, blushing slightly at
the compliment. The loud sounds of footsteps signified the girls finishing their track. “Gotta
go…” He sighed.

“You will do well, Denji-san!” Bimu cheered for him as Denji, along with the boys, got up
from their positions to do the test all while Himeno was giggling. Not only that, but she also
announced the one who couldn’t finish the test would have to clean the classrooms… which
was basically her job.

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After that, school ended like a wind. Strangely, Hayakawa-sensei wasn’t at school today.
When he asked why, they just said that she was having a doctor’s appointment about her
health. But Denji had never seen her having any medicines or coughing so most likely it was
subtle.

Tanaka-sensei mentioned that if Hayakawa-sensei doesn’t show up for work, someone will
temporarily replace her. A substitute teacher. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be as strict as Akera.

A yawn escaped Denji’s mouth as he continued to walk on the small road. “Oh yeah… New
cocaine bags… But they said they wouldn’t produce any more coke this week.” He heard that
the Katana clan was preparing for a gang war. That explained why he had so little money, and
all of them were… stolen.

He kicked the pebbles in the ground with a scowl on his face. All 120000 yen he earned for
doing crazy shit at school. Gone. He knew that it was his father, but he didn’t have the proof
to accuse him of it. Plus, no sign of destruction was made.

Someone was running right behind him, but he didn’t care about it. Denji continued to walk,
then he felt a violent shoulder bump. “Hey, don’t you have eye- Bimu?” She scaredly used
him as a protection from the predator. “Bimu, what’s happening?”

“Save us, Denji-san!!” Her cries attracted the monster, who quickly was spotted running at
the crossroads. It was a female student, but she looked very feral. That girl ran toward him
with her arms extended forward. “She is coming! She is coming!”

The predator took just only a few seconds to lunge at Denji, with her hands trying to claw to
Bimu, but he quickly pushed her by her forehead before that feral could touch Bimu. Upon
closer inspection, he noticed that the feral girl was in fact, Powa.

“We must save our cat!”

“NO! You didn’t say that he had a knife!!”

“Please! Someone must save Nyako! Together, we can-!!”

“That guy has a knife! NO WAY!!”

“You run fast! You grab Nyako and run away quick!”

“NO!”

“Okay okay!” He pushed Powa and Bimu farther away from each other. At first, the feral
tried to push off but eventually gave up when he just kept blocking her. “Explain to me why
you are chasing Bimu. And who is Nyako?” After a few seconds of angry huffs, Powa sighed
and let go of him.

“Nyako is a stray cat picked up by me and Bimu... Then, she got kidnapped by a man. He
needs money… and I need Bimu to help me!” Powa pointed at Bimu, who hid her head
behind Denji’s back.

“NO! I wanna save her but that guy has a knife! Not gonna risk my life!” Denji finally knew
about the whole situation. Some guy stole Powa’s cat and asked for money, which she
obviously didn’t have or not enough, then she ‘nicely’ reached out to Bimu for help.

Denji suddenly had a memory about his old pet, whose fate is unknown. It was an orange dog
shaped like a sausage. It usually left home very late at night, sometimes Denji would sneak
out of the window just to look for it, only to find it hiding in some dark alleys.

But then, it disappeared without a trace. He once suspected that it was his father who threw it
away. It could be possible since he usually got annoyed by its loud barks. Or it was
kidnapped by someone and probably was sold to another home, where it could live a better
life.

‘Nyako… Pochita…’ Denji blinked. Powa was very worried about her cat, just like what he
did back then. Although Powa usually appeared bratty, she seemed desperate and sad about
her cat. “I will help you.”

Bimu gasped, eyes slightly narrowing. “No, Denji-san! That guy has a knife! We can call the
police!” She was concerned for his safety, but Denji quickly told her he would be okay. Powa
blinked multiple times as Denji nodded at her.

“Lead me to him.”

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That guy… is his familiar customer! You know… chapter 1…?

Denji told them to stay in the alley while he would be negotiating with him. Bimu and Powa
all watched in worry as he approached the man, whose eyes went wide when he recognized
Denji. “It’s… you!”

“Yes, it’s… I don’t know your name but… Please, return the ca- I mean Nyako.” Suddenly,
the man’s face distorted from jubilation to disgust. Denji knew it was a bad move to just
order him to release the cat, but since he sells cocaine regularly to him, the boy thought that
he would comply.

“No no no. Trade. Trade with me!” The man made a hand gesture for money while his left
hand was holding Nyako by its back. It sometimes wiggled to attempt to get out of his hold,
but it was no use. Denji looked at his pants to see a small knife in his pocket. It didn’t seem to
be sharp but could kill the cat. “No money. No cat.”

Denji clicked his tongue, inhaling as he zipped down his pants while the girls watched in
confusion. “Fine…” The man nodded with a smirk as Denji pulled out a small bag of coke,
just 2 grams at best. Before that guy could say anything, Denji already zipped up again.
“Can’t let you have more than 2. The Yakuza wouldn’t like it.”

“I want 5! 2 doesn’t satisfy me!” He grabbed the knife from his pants and put it near Nyako’s
neck. Powa tried to step up but then was grabbed by Bimu. Denji gestured for them to stay in
one place. “5 or this cat dies…”

“Look. You can only have two grams! And you don’t wanna mess with me.” Denji’s hand
reached for his shirt’s pocket and pulled out a badge made out of bronze. The man at first
didn’t realize the symbol of it, so Denji had to explain it. “This badge is the sign of respect
given to me by Katana-sama himself. If I ever report this to him, your pinky ain’t gonna be
the thing cut off.”

Upon hearing the name, the man hesitantly lowered his knife though he could not believe that
a high school boy could possess that badge. He is no fool so he had to accept two grams or
death With fear, that man reluctantly accepted two grams. “Same time… Same… time.”

Denji nodded, crouching down slowly as the man let go of the cat, and Denji gave him two
grams of coke Nyako instantly jumped on Denji’s hands, like it was sensing him as
protection. The man pityingly pocketed the bag and left without any words.

“Phew… Denji wiped the small beads of sweat on his forehead. He almost freaked out when
the knife was near the cat’s neck. Turning around, Denji raised one hand with a smirk.
“Nyako’s safe-

“Nyako!!” Powa ran into the alleyway, with Bimu right behind. The cat in his hands jumped
out and went straight to its owner. He swore that he could see tears pouring out of her eyes as
she adoringly caressed her cat, whose cheek snuggled with hers. “Nyako! Don’t ever go near
this area again! Okay?”

“Meow!”

Bimu sighed in relief when she realized that she wouldn’t have to face that man again.
“Denji-san, thank you!” The black-haired girl also crouched down in front of Nyako and
began to scratch its neck, earning some purrings. He might have not noticed it, but a smile
spread across his face.

Well, it was nice to help someone. Seeing them being glad that their cat was safe… Denji
didn’t know why he agreed to help them. Maybe it was because Bimu? Or maybe it had to do
something with Pochita, his old pet dog? Or probably… he didn’t have an evil heart like his
old man…

Bimu was the first to stand up and hugged him tightly. “Thank you! Thank you!” Denji just
shrugged his shoulders and returned the hug, but then, she suddenly tightened the hug, one of
his bones even cracked as she squeezed him with her sheer strength. Still, Denji was hugging
her.

“How can we repay you?”

“What?”

“Repayment… You saved Nyako so what can we do for you?” Power faced him, Nyako lying
in her arms. Bimu released him, and he coughed. After the sensation was gone, Denji shook
his head. “No?”

“No…” Denji shook his head one more time and waved his hand in refusal. Right almost
immediately, the song “Aruarian Dance” played out of nowhere. “You don’t have to repay
me…” He rubbed Nyako’s head with a warm smile, eyes slightly looking down in sadness as
the old memory of his dog came back to his mind. Well, the main reason is the cat reminded
him of Pochita.

Powa, maybe for the first time in her life, bowed deeply, along with Bimu, who seemed to
grit her teeth in uneasiness. Of course, Bimu is the type of girl who wouldn’t let her helpers
have anything in return. He saved their cat, and yet he asked for nothing.

After seconds of thinking, her eyes went wide as she thought of a good one. Sex. She did
give him a blowjob when Denji moved her safely out of the pool due to a cramp. Like a flash,
Bimu straightened her back and looked at him with a big cheeky grin. “Sex!”

“What?” Denji raised his eyebrows when Bimu declared that. Powa looked at her friend with
her eyes wide, then she gasped.

“Yes! We will repay you sex!” Powa pointed at Denji. “You saved our cat, we will give you
sex!”

“What?” Denji repeated his confusion. “No! I didn’t ask for se-” Suddenly, he found himself
shutting himself up before he could refuse them. His hand reached for a small dart pinned in
his left calf. Just on the rooftop of the building behind him, Pochita fixed his fedora and
concealed himself.

“This has happened many times, Agent P.” Abe Shinzo looked at Denji with disgust in his
eyes. “Sometimes, some of my breeders refused to have sex with girls because of their
change of heart and ideal… So I made this.” The Prime Minister took out a small capsule
filled with liquid labeled “Obedience Medicine”.

It’s not aphrodisiac. Its only use is to prevent Denji from refusing to have sexual intercourse.
Any words muttered out like sex, make out, breed, and many more. Unfortunately, the effect
is permanent.

Pochita’s eyes didn’t radiate any satisfaction, instead, it was filled with pity. The dog wanted
to question the Prime Minister about how immoral and forced this is. For the greater good of
Japan, the Prime Minister said.

Inside Denji’s spiritual domain, his soul was stained by some black substances, with hands
reaching out to his face to shut him up. He watched desperately as his mind involuntarily
erased the sentences and replaced them with…
“Yeah! That’s great!” Denji happily nodded. The sudden change initially caused them to
recoil back, but a big grin spread across Bimu’s face.

Bimu raised her fist up in the air, screaming out loud while Powa closed her eyes with a
smirk. From her stance, she was rather acting cocky, patting her chest with pride as Nyako
meowed. “Sex? Easy! I once got first place in a sex competition!” Did she go to Sweden?

Jokes aside, Powa clearly never had sex before. A feral girl who can just appear beside your
tables at the cafeteria and eat all of your food… She will scratch your face like a cat if you
dare to ‘offensively’ look at her. No one wouldn’t even want to have sex with that kind of
girl.

“I will teach you to have sex, Bimu!” The athletic female student shook her hand with
Powa’s, all while Denji was grinning, though, his eyebrows lowered as if he was trying to say
something he wasn’t allowed to. Abe nodded as he noticed the drug was working.

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After that, they went to Bimu’s house, which was quite big and modern. Upon arriving at the
gate, a dog rushed to its owner and barked in happiness. Not only that, it is well-behaved
enough to not growl at strangers. “Such a good girl! Aren’t you a good girl, World
Destroyer!?” Yes, that was its name.

For appearance, what got Denji’s eyes wide was its bulky and muscular build, like its upper
arm was already bigger than his biceps already. Its thighs were more defined than any
bodybuilder in this world. Veins were across all of its body. ‘The fuck is that?’

“Alert us when my papa and mama get home, okay?” The dog sat down, poking its tongue
out as a sign of agreement. “Good girl! I will give you two more scoops of protein!” That
explained the dog’s monstrous physique.

As they began to enter her house, though Denji’s eyes were locked on World Destroyer’s kind
ones since he was too horrified by their appearance, they all took off their shoes, and weirdly,
Bimu stretched her back to relieve her muscles. Then, for no reason, she got on the ground
and began to do some push-ups.

Well, Denji didn’t wanna question why because it’s obvious that Bimu likes to exercise so it’s
normal for her. For a boy who has a good physique, Denji isn’t a fan of sports, and he doesn’t
even join a club.

Powa yawned loudly before tiredly walking to the living room and plopping down on the
uncomfortable sofa. Nyako purred then left to the yard. “Make yourself comfortable!” Bimu
patted him on the shoulder before hastily going up to her room to change her clothes.

Denji didn’t wanna wander around much so he also went to the living room, which was… is
that weights? The more he observed, the more he realized that the so-called living room was
just a gym. There was no TV or a desk, just a sofa and lots of gym machines.

‘If Bimu is that gym-obsessed…” He shook his head to get rid of that scary image. He didn’t
wanna imagine how ripped Bimu’s parents were gonna be. “Hey, you know where
Hayakawa-sensei is now?”

Denji hummed, he didn’t expect that a girl like Powa would ask something about his
homeroom teacher. “Don’t know. Not good at medical stuff.” Powa nodded, then continued
to look at the ceiling with a neutral face. “But why are you asking about her? You hate her?”

“The opposite!” Powa sat up and looked at him with a slight frown. “I was… worried about
her since… she helps me a lot!” She looked down with pursed lips, grabbing a pillow and
hugging it for comfort. Although Akera wasn’t her homeroom teacher, the teacher still took
some time to help Powa with her behavior.

Of course, she, at first, ignored the teacher and said mean things to her, yet, Akera was still
persistent enough. Over time, Powa accepted Hayakawa-sensei and acknowledged her
advice. Though she is still quite chaotic, her ferocity did tone down. She doesn’t steal or
sneak out of class anymore.

And Denji was the next one she was trying to fix.

Denji quickly told her that Hayakawa-sensei would return to work soon because it had just
been only one day, it’s not like a decade. Hayakawa-sensei would be declared healthy and
would teach him for the rest of his high school duration.

"She is so kind to me… unlike my mother…” Powa sighed and rested her head on the sofa
again. Denji only muttered a cold “uh huh” before going back to his thoughts. Her words
contradicted what he thinks Hayakawa-sensei is. She is too strict, and stern and shows no
emotion at all. There is no way that she would act like that.

“I’m done!” Bimu peeked her head out of the doorframe, waving her hand at them before
jumping out to show them her new gymwear. It consisted of long blue spandex shorts, kind of
a shark-themed color. Not only that, she donned on also the same blue sports bra, with an
image of a fearsome shark.

Denji’s jaw dropped to the floor as Bimu began to stretch her arms, seemingly about to do a
heavy workout again even though she was gonna have sex. Not mean to be rude but holy
hell, Denji’s eyes were staring at her bottom, which was big and toned. Gyatt! It’s basically
the golden ratio circle!

Athletic and tomboy… Perfecto!

“Shall we begin now, Powa!?” Bimu had finished her warmup and looked at her friend, who
stood up from the sofa and gave her a thumbs up. Denji knew that Powa would be a terrible
adviser, but he was too distracted by Bimu’s form to even care about it.

“Now listen carefully… for you’re about to be taught by a skillful sex master, like me!”
Funny, she used the word ‘skillful’ as if she was born with that. She placed her hand on
Bimu’s shoulder and wiggled her index finger. Bimu nodded in understanding as Powa began
to ramble about nonsense.

Bimu rubbed her chin, occasionally gasping in surprise at the amount of baseless knowledge
Powa had. Little did Denji know, that information would hurt him badly. “I get it…” Bimu
never had sex before, and she only knew it through porn. Gay porn. Because it’s manly!

According to Powa, she must suck his dick first since it’s basically the first thing happening
in porn. Bimu then turned her attention to Denji and pointed at his crotch. “Denji-san, take
off your pants!”

Due to the drug’s effect, he quickly complied. Before he unbuckled his belt, Denji looked
around the room to check for cameras, which don’t exist in this house, or windows, which
were all thankfully closed. With all of the privacy, Denji had no worries and dropped both his
belt and pants on the floor with a grin.

Powa’s smirk was wiped off her face when she saw the big bulge hidden underneath his
underwear. The so-called sex master got flustered when she got to see a dick in real life.
Bimu did see her friend’s blush but didn’t have any questions about that.

Since Bimu did suck his dick before, she didn’t have much reaction other than a small blush
crawling up to her neck. With Powa’s advice, she knew that she could make him bust in no
time. Denji’s hands pinched the waistband and pulled it down, freeing his cock out.

It was nearly erect, not in its full size but still big to Bimu. The blacked-hair girl slowly got
down from her knees, both hands wrapping around his cock as she gave it a few strokes. She
slightly winced as she noticed the smell of sweat and reek from his dick, unlike that day, it
was fully clean because of the pool.

After pushing the foreskin down, she used her tongue to lick his glans. Denji sighed in
satisfaction as Bimu’s tongue continued to dance around his tip. It was a bit ticklish but still
good. His body slightly shuddered when she attempted to push the tip of her tongue into his
peephole.

Again, he knew that she learned that from Powa, but this wasn’t as bad as he thought, just a
little too sensitive to him. As he was enjoying the blowjob given by Bimu, the sudden
sensation of being bitten got him scream in pain. Immediately, looking down, he saw Bimu
lightly nipping his glans. Not only that, her teeth seemed sharp, which made the pain worse.

Bimu wasn’t aware of how hurt it was. According to Powa, biting helps to stimulate the man
a lot. She said that pain would get a man erect in no time. But the gentle patting on her head
told her to stop, which she quickly did. “Why did you bite my weiner?!”

“Powa taught me to…” She innocently pointed at her friend, who puffed out her chest and
smirked in pride. Denji held his crotch, moaning and waiting for the pain to go away. Still,
Powa thought that her advice was excellent, and didn’t harm anyone.

Bimu looked at Denji with a smile, not noticing his painful grimace. When she tried to crawl
forward to give him a blowjob, Denji quickly stopped her and just said they should have gone
straight to the main thing. Only God knows how many awful tips Powa gave to Bimu, who
would most likely use all of them.

Although Bimu wasn’t ready for the penetration, she eagerly agreed, clenching her fist as she
remembered Powa’s tips. “I go get scissors!” Her friend told her that Americano Porno
always have girls ripping their own pants to have men access to their genitals. Erotic, yes.
But that spandex doesn’t deserve to be cut.

Before she could even leave this room, Denji grabbed her arm and shook his head with a
frown. “What are you doing? Scissors? To cut your own pants!?” Denji might be a porn
addict, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t copy anything that he sees in porn. Some genres
disgust him. He is not a Discord mod.

“It’s-

“You can just take off your pants!” Denji shook her shoulders. Bimu’s eyes slowly widened
in the realization that instead of cutting her pants, she could just remove them. But that
contradicted what Powa said. And she doesn’t want to ruin her favorite shorts, so she chooses
to follow Denji.

Denji gave her an assured nod as his hands grabbed the hem of her shorts and began to pull it
down, along with her panties. Just like any other girl he had had sex with, she was thickly
bushy, and the smell was surprisingly not as bad as he thought. He expected it to be reek
since she worked out a lot.

Just minutes ago, Bimu did give him a short fellatio. Denji wanted to give her oral sex before
getting to the penetration because he noticed that she was too tense, constantly clenching her
fists when her pants got pulled down. Wetting his lips, Denji’s mouth inched toward her
pussy mound, his tongue out and eyes closed.

“Uhmmm!” Her breaths were hitched as she could feel his tongue wiggling inside of her
vagina. It felt weird, if not better than masturbating. His hands pulled her shorts down to her
ankles, helped her to remove her pants, and left them on the floor, all while his tongue was
still working without a pause.

Denji lightly rubbed his nose on her clit as she covered her mouth to stop herself from
moaning out loud. Sweats completely drenched them, just to show them how hot it was in
there. Powa looked around and noticed that all of the windows were closed, and yet the
ceiling fan wasn’t on.

While Powa went to turn it on, the heat radiated from the oral session and turned their skin
pink and red. This is something called sex flush, which is caused by increased blood flow.
Yet, neither of them noticed that small change since they were distracted by the blissful
pleasure they had.
Bimu, due to the pleasant feeling, squeezed his head with her thighs in an accident. The more
he continued to lick, the more force she added. They aren’t as big as Akane’s, but he liked
how smooth they felt. Ignoring the suffocation, Denji’s tongue moved even faster before,
licking nearly every inside of her vagina.

Her thighs were firmer and toned, while Akane’s were more the squishy type. Denji, being a
man of culture, liked both. He doesn’t wanna compare them because each of them is unique
in their own way. From the sofa, Powa was trying her best not to touch her panties, gritting
her teeth and slapping her naughty hand.

Eventually, Denji had to stop the pussy licking to catch some breaths, touching his head to
see if there were any dents. Then, he looked down to see Bimu’s feet were shaky, which was
caused by a lingering sensation around her pussy. It took a few seconds for the feeling to
disappear, but it disappointed her.

Powa finally succumbed to her desire and her hand traveled down and into her skirt. Since
her uniform was too long, she had to lift it up to her thigh so that she could start to pleasure
herself. Her panties were the only thing between her fingers and pussy.

Bimu tried to convince herself that she was tough and wouldn’t be tired so easily. However,
Denji wrapped his hands around her waist and moved onto the sofa, where he gently laid her.
Powa moved a bit so that Bimu could have more space to lie on. Flat on her back, the black-
haired girl watched as Denji lifted her legs to his shoulder, his already hard cock jabbing her
entrance.

She nodded with a deep breath, then her blush deepened, and her skin became entirely red
due to sex flush when Denji inserted his whole length inside. He did very slowly to make
sure that she would get used to his size. Nearly a minute passed, and Denji pulled out, his
glans still inside, and thrust.

A small moan escaped her mouth as Denji’s cock went past her cervix, which he described as
tight. As his dick was jabbing her cervix, Bimu closed her eyes and groaned in vexation since
it felt so uncomfortable. Indeed, she was now enjoying the sex a lot, but her cervix ached.
Maybe she wasn’t into that much.

Denji noticed her whimper and immediately slowed down a bit. He ain’t a monster who
painfully fucks a girl. Realizing that violently jabbing her cervix made her uncomfortable, he
reluctantly pulled out for a short length, leaning down to give her a kiss on her forehead
before continuing to thrust. This time, he would move slowly and more carefully.

As expected, Bimu’s body relaxed when he didn’t reach deep into her cervix anymore. She
might act tough, but she seemed not to enjoy painful pleasure like the other girls. And it
made him realize something about sex. He doesn’t want a one-time pleasure, he just wants to
have a good time and emotional connection with the girls.

And that included your partner’s likes and dislikes. In order to have meaningful sex, you have
to learn about not just their body, but about their emotions too. Bimu, while acting like a
tomboy and tough from the outside, is just a sexually shy girl. Or Powa, all acting like a feral
girl who just came from the jungle, cares a lot about her cat.
Unfortunately, he can ramble much about his new discovery, the Obedience Medicine will
prevent him from having legitimately emotional sex. He can’t say no to sex with girls, which
could eventually destroy his view about sex again. Abe was aware that this was cruel, but it
was necessary for Japan.

To know more about her body, he slid his hands under her buttcheeks and started to caress it.
He even had to do a double take as he groped her bottom, which seemed firm but very soft
upon touching. Bimu’s moan grew louder as Denji continued to move his hips while his
hands were groping her ass.

Powa’s blush became redder when Denji’s hips continuously made contact with her ass. Their
moans harmonized together as he began to pick up the pace, but still didn’t reach deep inside
to touch her cervix. From the look of it, Powa realized that Denji was about to cum.

Bimu tightly gripped his forearms as Denji reached his orgasm. His sperm flowed inside of
her and slowly dripped into the cervix since he was slightly lifting her up from the bottom.
Bimu had a sigh of relief when Denji pulled out, his dick covered in her juice and a drop of
cum leaked from his hole.

Powa groaned in disappointment because the show ended too soon. Frustratedly sitting up,
she pointed at her friend with an accusing tone. See?! If only you had followed my tips!”

“Hah!? If you had given me a demonstration, I could have done better…”

“What!? I’m… Wait, I’m the sex master…” Powa grinned, rubbing her chin as she turned her
gaze to Denji, who knew what was about to happen. She didn’t want to be called a fraud, and
for that, she must show Bimu that she had a great knowledge about sex.

“Denji!” Her shriek caused him to flinch. “Bimu doesn’t believe that I am the sex master, so
you will have sex with me!” A grin appeared on his face as Powa began to undo her belt and
tie. The more clothes she removed, the harder his dick became. After the pinafore was
dropped on the sofa, she didn’t dare to remove her shirt.

Even though he couldn’t get to see her bare breasts, Denji nearly had to swallow as he saw
her bra size, which is an easy D-cup, making it the biggest one of all female students he had
ever fucked. Powa had decided on doggy style, the position she saw most from porn.

She spun her body around, ankles and palms pressing on the sofa. “I will show you, Bimu!”
She grinned and swayed her butt seductively to Denji, who slowly moved toward her with his
eyes fixated on her butt. It wasn’t big though but don’t care!

Instinctively, a hand was placed on her butt while he was positioning his cock in front of her
pussy. He didn’t know that Powa was praying that he wouldn’t find out that she was lying the
whole time. She is no sex master, and she never had sex before. Quickly taking a deep breath,
Powa turned her head around, a smirk on her face. “Come on! Scared not being able to satisfy
me!?”

His left eye twitched in annoyance at the cocky provocation. Her smirk was wiped off her
face when Denji inserted all of his cock inside without a warning. “Ahhh!” She let out a
 sharp outcry when Denji mercilessly thrust. Well, if she calls herself a sex master, she should
at least be able to endure this.

Denji felt some strange thick liquid coating around his cock, but he ignored it and thought it
was her pussy juice. Yes, Denji knows that she is a virgin and a fraud, she did give Bimu
some bullshit advice that caused him pain, so he decided to punish her.

He leaned forward to have access to her chest. Despite being covered by two layers of fabric,
he still could have her breasts behind that bra of hers. They were so soft and squishy. Powa
tried to hold back her moans when his hands sneakily tried to unbutton her shirts, and he did
well.

With one layer removed, Denji was hesitant to do the other. Then, he thought that Powa was
having a scar or something in her chest, so she didn’t want to undress. Having got rid of the
thoughts of groping her breasts, Denji placed his hands on her ribs and continued to thrust.
He didn’t want to cross the line.

And then, something fell on the sofa, the vibration was low but still noticeable. He looked to
the side to see… breast pads. “What…?” His hands slid from her ribcages to her breasts only
to find out that her bra was gone for an unknown reason. Maybe the hook was too weak. But
the only thing that got his eyes wide is… her boobs…

It’s… so small…

Even with gravity, he could barely feel the ramp of her chest. His eyes blinked multiple times
in disbelief. Still, his hips were thrusting though much slower than initially. He wasn’t
disappointed that her boobs were small, it was the fact that she wore breast pads just to lead
him to believe it was big.

Reality is often disappointing.

Just mere moments later, he came. His horniness and desire for sex were all replaced by
disappointment. He didn’t feel the sensation from his orgasm, just the emptiness of his soul.
Powa’s limbs became very weak, she flopped on the sofa, breathing heavily as Denji slowly
pulled out with a neutral face.

He then noticed that the thick liquid was, in fact, blood. ‘So… the sex master… is a virgin.’
Luckily, there were only a few drops of blood stained on his dick so the smell wouldn’t be
terrible. Just as he sat down for a rest, Bimu’s hands wrapped around his neck, and he could
feel her chest pressing on his back.

“Since I am a beginner at this new ‘exercise’, we must do five sets!” It equalled five rounds.
Denji closed his eyes and began to pray. He just had to bust four more times and they were
done.

“Death by Snu Snu…” Worth it!

Chapter End Notes

I don't know why but I would like to think this Beam has nearly the same body as MK1
Sonya Blade.

Yes, the substitute teacher will be no one other than... Kobeni! But I'm not sure when
she will have sex with Denji though. Since the next chapter is either Quanxi's
harem(excluding Quanxi) or the Asa sisters.

Should I add Asa's mother into this? Like... I said that I would add every girl into this
fic, but it would be extremely weird if she was caught having sex with Denji by Asa and
Yoru.

Fujimoto... I'm still fucking waiting for that Denji/Fumiko sex scene! Where is it?!! If
not, at least reveal Whip Hybrid's name! 'Cause I have just thought of a plot for her!
 Interlude 1: Clearing Up the Misunderstandings
Chapter Summary

Denji goes on his way to clear his name.

No sex.

Chapter Notes

Long's name is changed to Ryuu

Cosmo's name is Kosumo
The rest are the same.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

‘Man…’ Denji subconsciously touched his crotch. Bimu got too excited yesterday while
doing the cowgirl position. He could perfectly describe how good her ass kept hitting on his
waist. By the way, his pelvis totally felt numb right now. You know what? ‘Worth it!’

So, the rumor is true, Hayakawa-sensei is being temporarily replaced by a substitute teacher
since she was having some kind of sickness. Not fatal, but long-lasting, he heard. ‘Man…
don’t know why I miss her…’ Denji didn’t really get why he missed her appearance despite
being scared of her.

Maybe she is his homeroom teacher? Makes sense, she is the teacher Denji has spent the
longest time interacting in this school, so he would feel empty if she was not here.

Or… maybe he just missed her scolding and angry expression? It seems stupid but picture
this. Denji snuck out and occasionally got caught by her right after he jumped over the fence.
It happened maybe twice a week, and he got used to it so much. Now, he just sees life as
boring and lifeless since there is no Akera waiting for him at the gate and catching him.
Without her, the school suddenly sucks.

“Hayakawa-sensei…” Denji mumbled quietly, clicking his tongue in boredom. “Please be

well soon and give me lots of detention…” He leaned back on his chair, making some long
‘aghhh’ sound as he stared at the ceiling. Murmurs about the substitute didn’t catch his
interest at all.

“Maybe you can pay her a visit to her house.” Reze suggested to him, swinging her legs as
she was sitting right beside him. That’s a good idea, just one problem, he has no idea where
Hayakawa-sensei lives, and he doesn’t even know if she even has relatives.

She has friends, like Himeno and the vice principal Kishibe, who is oddly 30 years old. Too
young for this job. But would it be rude to discover more about her sickness? Denji is already
naughty but he doesn’t want to be called rude. “Let’s just wait… An entire week without her
presence, I will visit her.”

Reze hummed. “You should also buy something along the way to gift her. Fruits are the best
choice.” Denji nodded with an open mouth, staring at the ceiling while trying to come up
with the best ones. With so little information about his homeroom teacher, he just randomly
chose apples.

It’s not cheap though. He knew that the price was determined by the apples’ color, texture,
sweetness, and weight. But he had quite a lot of money, so he could probably afford two or
three.

The bells’s loud ringing signified the end of breaktime. Reze fixed her seat and sat down. It
was supposed to be literature, which is Akera’s subject, and now it will soon be the new
substitute teacher. “Ughhh…” Denji hoped it wasn’t someone having a worse temper than
Akera.

After a few minutes, the students had all returned to the classroom, then the door opened,
stepping in a very timid girl- no, a woman. Denji was a bit confused when he observed how
her body was shaking. He could even see that her forehead was covered in sweat.

Worse of all, the stares from the students even made her more anxious. It took her nearly a
minute just to walk up to the pulpit. She cleared her throat before a smile appeared on her
face, though her eyes radiated worry. “He-Hello everyone… My name is… Kob-
Higashiyama Kobeni! Since Hayakawa-sensei, your… homeroom teacher is taking a
temporary layoff I… will replace her until she returns.”

Murmurs began to erupt, mainly about Akera’s well-being. They were somewhat neutral
about the news. Some were happy that the most frightening teacher was taking days off,
while some were worried about her health. Denji and Reze were the latter.

“I hope she gets well soon.” Denji nodded at Reze’s prayer. Damn, he really missed her angry
face even though it had just been only two days.

“With that said…” Kobeni’s hand dug into her bags to search for the book. “Alright, class...
Can you guys tell me which pages she left off?” She winced in annoyance as she was trying
to look for the book, which she sure was somewhere in her bag unless she had forgotten it.

“ACHOO!!”

The class already knew the answer when they saw Kobeni’s eyes widen in realization.
"Sensei!?” Bimu raised her hand up, the other one holding a crumpled paper. “You forgot the
book, didn’t you?” Unfortunately, she did. “You can have mine!”
“Ahh! Ahhh! Thank you very very much!” Kobeni hastily walked up to Bimu and bowed
deeply to her multiple times. Everyone else watched with an uninterested face about this new
substitute teacher, who is clumsy as hell. They predicted that she would arrive late at school
because she forgot to set her alarms.

Just seconds later, the new teacher almost tripped when she walked back to her pulpit.
“Alright… Page… 26.” She accidentally turned 24 instead. Chuckling as if it was a silly
mistake, she continued to flip the papers to the wanted page, instead, she somehow got to
page 28. “Just a second.”

Just like that, Kobeni still struggles to find the page, constantly flipping and looking at the
book. All the while Bimu… forgot to inform Ms. Kobeni that she tore off page 26 because
she wanted to sneeze. She looked at her hand to see… page 26. ‘Sorry, sensei.’

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Well, although she was quite clumsy, Higashiyama was an okay teacher. She didn’t stutter,
which is a feat, honestly. She was patient and cheerful, which is completely what Akera
lacks. No selling drugs or smuggling weapons tonight, which means…

Nothing. He would go home and buy something along the way for his mother. It’s boring,
yes, but Denji doesn’t wanna waste his time wandering around the city. As he was strolling
down the street, Denji glanced around to see something but saw Pingtsi standing in front of
the World Import Mart Building, which does have an aquarium named Sunshine Aquarium
on the rooftop.

He knows that Pingtsi is heavily interested in marine biology, so it makes sense that she
would sometimes visit the aquarium. Then, he realized something, eyes slightly widening. He
really didn’t get why she actively avoided him whenever they met, in the hallways or in the
library.

Denji’s mind was having an internal conflict about two choices. One, don’t approach and stay
away from her. Two, follow her to the aquarium. He wanted to choose the second option but
it would make him like a stalker, but if he didn’t, he would never know why she evaded him.

It’s a day off for him today. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Denji crossed the street to get
to the building, by then, Pingtsi had already entered and gone straight into the blue elevator.
As she hit the button, Denji slipped through the gap of the door, which opened for a few
seconds before closing again. She looked to the side to see… “AHHH!! HELP ME,
QUANXI-SENSEI!”
“Heh?” Denji was totally dumbfounded when she started to hit his chest with her weak arms
before switching to her backpack. Her attacks got so aggressive that Denji had to shield
himself from these hits. She continued to scream and yell Quanxi’s name, saying something
about him trying to rape her.

“Wait!!” Denji held the back to restrain her. Pingtsi, not giving up yet, used her feet to kick
him. He luckily managed to dodge that nut kick thanks to his reflection. It reminded him of
Shindi, who kicked his crotch several times. “Not the balls!!”

“Help me, Quanxi-sensei!” She began to cry, tears flowing out of her eyes as she began to
push Denji away from her. “He is trying to attack me!” She is both emotionally and mentally
a child, he commented. Thankfully, there was no camera inside the elevator, so he wouldn’t
be… canceled.

“Wait wait wait wait!! I’m not trying to hurt you!” Denji made the calm-down gesture,
calming his breathing as he crouched down to her level. Pingtsi still covered herself with her
backpack, seemingly trying to avoid eye contact. Denji, knowing that she is still scared,
decides to change to another tactic. “I was visiting the aquarium, you know?” By creating a
fake reason.

Denji has no interest in marine biology ‘cause that isn’t his thing… Well, most things aren’t
his thing. Upon hearing that, Pingtsi slowly peeked out her head, looking at him with curious
eyes. “You do…?” She was told that Denji never listened to her fish fact.

He pursed his lips, looking around. “Yeah! You know… uhh… clownfish can lay up to 400
eggs.” It was a random fact in Finding Nemo, which he usually watched when he was a kid.
He scratched his head as he tried to find another fact to appease her, such as temperature can
affect the gender of turtles. 27.7 Celcius will make them all males when they hatch while 31
Celcius will make all females.

Although she already knew about those facts, Pingtsi remembered that she didn’t tell him
about them when they were at the library. So just like that, she began to think that Denji was
somewhat interested in marine life but that contradicted what Quanxi had told her. She said
that Denji would begin to touch your body if he ever got near her.

Unlike how the teacher described him, Denji appeared nice and totally didn’t try to hit her
back. He just held her bag to not get hit by it. She lightly flinched when Denji extended his
hand to lift her up to her feet. She still stared at him with dumb, teary eyes as he handed her
the bag back.

It definitely wasn’t like Quanxi had told her.

After the tears stopped, the elevator’s door opened. “We’re here…” He stepped out of the
elevator, raising his eyebrows as he realized that Pingtsi was still standing in the elevator.
“Aren’t you gonna visit the aquarium?” He pointed at the sign which reads “Sunshine
Aquarium”

Pingtsi hesitantly stepped out of the elevator, Denji was a bit confused when she was only a
few footsteps behind him since Pingtsi was still scared of what he could possibly do to her.
Denji wasn’t sure why she acted like that, but he quickly brushed it off and headed toward the
reception to buy tickets.

It wasn’t as expensive as he thought, 2400 yen for one person. Only tickets, no drinks or
food. “Two tickets.” Denji made a peace sign and dug his hand into his pocket to find his
wallet. Meanwhile, Pingtsi was standing behind Denji so far that they initially thought she
wasn’t with him.

“Have a good time, sir… and miss!” The receptionist bowed, and Denji only slightly did so.
Turning around with a smile and waving the tickets in his hand, Denji began to think that she
was nervous about having someone accompanying her to the aquarium. You know, shy girl.
Deciding to take things slowly, Denji extended his hand, offering to hold her hand and take
her into the aquarium.

Quanxi did say a lot of bad things about Denji but she saw that they weren’t like this. He
wasn’t forceful, as she once mentioned that Denji would arbitrarily touch her, or he would
lure her to some secluded place and proceed to rape her. And yet, all of them contradicted
what Denji was doing.

Slowly, she grabbed his hand. She expected him to yank her with some force, but instead,
Denji gently pulled her through the entrance. As they walked the entrance, he began to lead
her to the first section, which is the Outdoor Area. He noticed that she was walking timidly,
so he decided to slow down to match her speed.

They certainly didn’t know that the receptionists were watching them with coos. “Man,
seventeen and they already go lovey-dovey.” The other one nodded. And certainly, neither
the receptionist didn’t noticed a dog just snuck through the alarm system and headed toward
Denji and Pingtsi.

They arrived at the Outdoor Area, which had a small show about seals performing complex
tricks. Denji heard a loud rumble from Pingtsi’s belly. She began to cover her blush as he
turned around. A long groan escaped his mouth, and he began to look around for something
to eat.

Luckily, there was a small snack store right to their right. “You want something?” She shyly
shook her head in denial, saying that she wasn’t hungry. But nonetheless, Denji still decided
to buy something for both of them. A corndog for him and… “Ugh, this is gonna take a lot of
time…”

Pingtsi stood there, hearing the sounds of seals squeaking. Claps and cheers in awe attracted
her attention. Being curious like a child, she left her place and went to the source of the noise,
then, she saw a woman training a seal to do some tricks.

The signs told her to stay at least for a few meters, so Pingtsi couldn’t approach the seals.
However, she was fascinated by how the seals did the tricks the personnel told them to do.
There were only three of them standing on the platform, all patting their foreflippers for fish.

The audience began to clap when one of the seals started to walk with its forelimbs. The
instructor gave it a fish as a reward, but that pissed off the other seals, and they hit that one in
the butt with their limbs. Jealousy does exist in animals, apparently.

“Wow…” Pingtsi couldn’t take her eyes off of the show. Subconsciously, she slowly stepped
forward the platform, before she could even cross through the barrier, Denji pulled her back
and pointed at the sign. That yank, though not forceful, managed to pull her back to reality.

“Dazed out?” She shook her head and backed away from the platform. She was a bit
disappointed that she couldn’t touch the seals. A sigh escaped her mouth, and she looked
down in sadness. “I don’t know what to go for ya so… are you okay with donuts?”

Donuts? Her eyes widened and became bright like a diamond. “Donut!?” Denji’s body lightly
shuddered when she acted so enthusiastic. A sweat appeared on his forehead as he realized
that she maybe hated donuts. “I love donuts!” His eyes widened, then a smile spread across
his face.

Denji handed her a small batch of donuts, which she gladly accepted and began to munch
right away. Kakyoin Donuts, Ace Donuts, and Rengoku Donuts. Weird names, but taste
delicious as hell. Her loud munching and hums did bring a smile to his face again.

Pochita was about to ready his gun, then he realized something. If they had sex right here, the
lies would turn into the truth. And the other three girls would probably hate him more. His
grip on the gun loosened until he let go of it, and Abe’s voice boomed through his watch.
“Agent P! What are you doing-”

The dog shut down the watch, ignoring the thunderous words from the Prime Minister.

“You know, you’re not bad like what Quanxi-sensei said!” She hugged his waist as a thank,
but she didn’t notice that his smile disappeared and was replaced by a frown. Although he
was utterly confused, he still returned the hug gently.

‘Quanxi…?’ He mumbled quietly.

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Now he knew something, Pingtsi had explained to him that the new intern teacher talked a lot
of bad things about him. So far, the only ones who believed it were Ryuu, Kosumo, and
Tsugihagi. That’s why they had been evading him, they feared him.

He was so deep in thought that he didn’t hear his surroundings. There were three girls who
were now hating him and could be spreading false rumors about him unless he acted fast.
With Pingtsi now becoming his friend again, he thought to himself. “I must be reconciled
with them as soon as possible.”
Denji began to write something in his notebook, mostly sketching out their interest and
hobbies so that he could easily track their place. Ryuu likes festivals, fireworks, and fire.
Kosumo loves to cosplay. Tsugihagi was a bit mysterious, the only thing he knew about her
was that she had a great interest in knitting.

Scratching his head, Denji started to come up with a way to approach them. “Festivals…
fireworks…” His eyes slightly widened as he realized there was one about to happen tonight.
Tone River Fireworks Festival. ‘Damn, I feel so smart.’

He planned to meet them all today, so haste is what he needs. Kosumo is a cosplayer, so in
order to appease her… he had to cosplay. Denji had never done something like this in his life
because he wasn’t interested in that kind of activity. But putting that aside, he tried to search
for something simple to cosplay as.

Just as this morning, Denji noticed that she was wearing a black leather jacket, and long
salmon-colored shirt and she was wearing earrings, no, they were more like earphone jacks.
Denji intended to cosplay a character in that same show, so he quickly pulled out his phone to
search for that character.

“Who is that girl who has two earphone jacks?” He mumbled as his fingers typed that same
sentence. After clicking on the image gallery, his eyes slightly widened when he saw an
anime girl wearing the same costumes Kosumo had. ‘Jiro Kyoka…’ He clicked on the
character’s profile. “My Hero Academia… never watched it.” Based.

Having finished her bio, Denji found nothing interesting about her until he scrolled down to
the bottom of the trivia to see the name “Kaminari Denki”. Said character was a blonde boy
with the power of electricity, but the main thing that surprised him was how easily he could
be cosplayed.

His costume was hella simple, just some black jacket, black pants, and an earphone over the
right ear. The only difficulty is that the white lightning patterns all over the costume. He
doesn’t want to paint or buy new pants just for one-time cosplay.

“But can I sew it?” That could be a good idea. He just needs a lot of white thread in order to
do it. One problem, he doesn’t know how to do this complex process of sewing. Only one
person comes to mind: Tsugihagi.

That girl is excellent at tailoring so this shouldn’t be an issue to her. Oddly, she is a mute
person, but she is still able to hear. Just one problem, she probably is afraid of him.

So, the plan is like this. Denji would go to Tsugihagi to make peace with her and also ask the
girl to sew some white patterns on his student uniform. Then, he would find Kosumo
somewhere after school ended. After that, he would go to find Long and invite her to the
festival.

With that said, Denji stood up from his seat and stormed out of the classroom. He intended to
go to some empty classroom where Tsugihagi could be seen sewing her clothes. “I forgot!”
He stopped in his tracks in a comical way, looking at his empty hands. “I don’t have anything
for her.”
Being reconciled with Pingtsi was easy because he spent quite an amount of money. He
couldn’t go to the mute girl and ask her to help him. “Fuc- what the?” A doll was
suspiciously dropped right beside Denji, who looked up at the ceiling and found nothing.
Little did he know, Pochita dropped that.

The doll looked like a zombie with pale skin, green hair, and stitches covering its face. He
lightly frowned at how creepy the doll was but having something is better than nothing. Denji
crouched down, took the doll, and began to walk to the room again.

After reaching the room where he first met the girl. Opening the door and taking a peek
inside, Denji saw Tsugihagi doing her usual thing, sewing. She didn’t hear the door being
opened, and Denji walked into the room, holding the doll close to him.

Weirdly, she was making some dolls nearly identical to this one. Some of them were too
round, and some of them had the wrong size. She was trying to replicate her missing dolls,
the one Denji was holding, but every time, she messed up badly.

He cleared his throat, and she turned around with her mouth open. Her gasp was small and it
felt weak. “Wait wait!” Denji waved his hands, along with the doll, desperately to stop her
from gasping too much. Now, he knows that a mute person can gasp.

Tsugihagi’s eyes shut tight, then, she only opened one to have a look at Denji. As soon as she
saw the doll he was holding, she stopped resisting and pointed at the doll, then to herself.
“You mean… it’s yours?” She nodded and extended her hands, making a ‘gimme’ sign.

Denji handed the doll back to her, Tsugihagi immediately hugged her doll and swung her
body as if she was singing a lullaby to it. “I found it somewhere down the hallways. You
must have dropped it.” He sat down in front of her as she was still clutching her precious
doll.

After a while, she stopped hugging the doll and turned her head to him before shaking his
hands in gratitude. And Denji was surprised, because of how easy it was to make friends with
her again. “No need to thank me!”

Then, she began to poke her left palm with her index finger, saying “repay” in sign language.
Of course, Denji didn’t know what she meant, so he only asked her silently with narrowed
eyes. Realizing that Denji didn’t know sign language, she took out a piece of paper and a pen.

She just wrote only one word: repay. “Oh…” Denji cleared his throat before showing her a
picture of a character he was about to cosplay. “Can you… uh… stitch some white lightning
pattern on my clothes?” She blinked multiple times before nodding.

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Kosumo looked around the hallways so that she could avoid Denji. For days, she had been
intentionally arriving late at school so that Denji would never meet her at the gate. Quanxi
had said terrible things about him, such as he always hated her dumb cosplay.

That wasn’t true though. In fact, Denji was impressed by her cosplaying skills, just she
doesn’t have to wear them at school. The teachers weren’t pleased to see a female student
going to school with a cosplay.

After seeing that the hallway was clear, she stepped out of her classroom, tiptoeing to quieten
her footsteps, until… “Name’s Kaminari Denki! But you can call me…” He raised his right
arm high, with his index finger pointing at the ceiling. “Stun Gun Hero: Chargerbolt!”

Kosumo stared at him dumbly while Denji held that pose for a few seconds before he looked
at her with a wide grin. “Sugoi!!” Kosumo exclaimed. His cosplay was simple but looked
nice. The lightning patterns on his school uniforms were sewn so well. There was a black
lighting streak on his hair too, Yuko apparently helped him to paint that.

She was so happy to see someone in the school cosplaying with her that she completely
forgot about what Quanxi had told her about him. The intern teacher said that he wasn’t
interested in cosplaying, but now he was standing in front of her, making some goofy-looking
face Denki does when his brain gets fried. Denji had to learn about that character a bit before
deciding to meet her.

‘One to go.’

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Not good, the firework usually starts at 6 p.m “Just thirty minutes more!" Denji slapped his
forehead and began to make haste. Before he left the school, Denji asked around to find out
about Ryuu’s place. They told him that she usually hangs out at the park before going back to
her house

After nearly fifteen minutes of wandering around, he found her munching some skewers
while sitting on a bench. She was looking at a livestream on her phone, the fireworks show
was about to start in just fifteen minutes. Denji approached her with a smile, but Ryuu,
however, noticed him and immediately tried to run away.

“I know a place where we can watch the fireworks with the clearest view!” Upon hearing
that, Ryuu stopped on her track and turned around, though she was still in a karate stance,
which Quanxi taught her. “I can show you. No trick. No lie.” Denji made the cutthroat
gesture, which meant that he would kill himself if he ever lied.

Ryuu hummed curiously and looked at her phone again. She wanted to see a fireworks show
with her own eyes, but due to her poor knowledge of geography, she couldn’t find an ideal
place to see it. She hesitantly moved closer to him, her eyes constantly looking up and down
to look for danger but found none.

“Remember, do not ever reveal this place to anyone.”

Later.

Ryuu confusedly looked around, wondering why he led her to a small hill. This area was
empty, and a bit grassy. “The fireworks will be starting soon.” He began to take out his
jacket, and Ryuu immediately got into a defensive position, thinking that he was about to
rape her or something.

Unexpectedly, he used it as a carpet for her to safely sit on since the grass was itchy and there
were lots of bugs. “You can sit down on it.” Denji lightly patted the covered area. Ryuu grew
less wary and finally, after a few moments, she sat down on his jacket.

“My mom showed me this place, you know.” He looked to his left to see Ryuu, whose body
was still tense. Realizing that monologue wouldn’t change her mind, he dropped the whole
story. Then, he looked at his phone to see the time was 5:99, then 6:00

A long streak of light was launched into the sky. Ryuu’s attention immediately drifted to it. A
smirk appeared on his face as the firework exploded, only a small spark of white light
erupting afterward.

It took two seconds for the sound to travel to them. Ryuu slightly tilted her head when she
saw no more fireworks. “Relax, they are just warming up.” He waved his hands. Just like
what he said, minutes later, streaks of fireworks shot out to the sky.

Ryuu’s mouth opened in awe as the barrage of fireworks exploded all at once, creating a
mesmerizing view of a Chrysanthemum-shaped spark at the highest, directly below it was a
column of Pistil fireworks. “So… beautiful…” Weirdly, this was the first time he had ever
heard her talk.

The sounds of crackers from the explosions weren’t loud, so Ryuu could enjoy her view
without being distracted by them. “You know… if you wanna…” He took a deep breath to
calm himself down. “I could show you more places like these if you’re interested.” Ryuu
stopped watching the fireworks for a moment and looked at him with wide eyes.

Denji thought it was cringe of him to say that. Of course, nearly every fireworks show could
be watched on this hill, even the Sumida River Fireworks Festival, the biggest Japan
fireworks festival. He watched the fireworks show without a disturbance until he felt some
weight right on his back.
He realized that Ryuu was hugging him by the neck. Denji’s mouth slightly opened in
surprise, but then it closed into a smile. As the fireworks were continuously shot into the air
in beautiful patterns, Ryuu and Denji felt… at peace.

“Such nice fireworks… I wonder if Denji is seeing this.” Reze, on her balcony, mumbled
with a smile. She tucked her hair behind her ear before hearing her phone ringing violently on
the table. “Oh, father is calling!”

Age- Pochita was watching the fireworks from the same hill Denji and Ryuu were on,
suddenly, he started to have a feeling, no, it’s more like a memory. But it was too hazy and
blurry for him, he could only hear “Pochita, don’t be so scared! From this position, the
sound is very small!”

He sometimes wondered who it was. Most likely his past owner. But that’s not right, Pochita,
along with seven more siblings, was created in an experiment. He is sure that his mind is
playing tricks on him.

“Agent P…” Abe signed in exhaustion. “You disobeyed my order. The next time, it won’t
happen again, understand?” Pochita nodded and closed his watch. Turning his gaze to Denji,
he had a… feeling that he had known him before.

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The show was really long, about two hours long. After that, he walked Ryuu home safely.
Just like that, he managed to be reconciled with the girls, with no more misunderstandings. A
loud groan escaped his mouth when he stretched his back. Now, he just needs to remove the
lightning things sewn on his shirt and wash that black bolt streak on his hair.

Just as he was walking along the Asa River, Denji found the intern teacher standing by the
edge of the river. She appeared… sad? Denji didn’t know how to describe it due to her
neutral face. His eyebrows lightly frowned as he remembered what she had done to him.

“Quanxi-sensei!” His loud shout managed to grab her attention, but Quanxi didn’t even give
him a response. She didn’t care that he was jogging toward her or his light tap on her
shoulder. “I’m sorry for what happened that day, Quanxi-sensei!” She looked at him with a
confused look as she initially thought that Denji was just like other men. “I should have
refused Makima-sensei’s request! I’m truly sorry that I… molested you!”

Quanxi snorted with laughter, though it was barely noticeable. “No… I’m sorry for tricking
the girls into hating you.”
“No problem at all, Quanxi-sensei. I managed to befriend them again.” Denji strangely
handed her a bag of… green tea, which was one of her favorite ones back in China. “I…
stopped by the store to find something but… I couldn’t find the left tea type…”

“It’s okay…” Quanxi gladly accepted the gift since she missed something from China. Oddly,
instead of going away and heading home, Denji was still standing right beside her with sad
eyes. “What’s the matter?”

Denji ruffed his hands together and exhaled. “That day, you said all men were just the
same… What caused you to have such belief like that?” He saw that Quanxi’s eyebrow
slightly raised, and she nodded multiple times before sitting down, as did Denji.

She closed her eyes, wondering if she should tell him about this. “Do you know buying
virginities is a thing in China?” She turned to look at Denji, who shrugged his shoulders.
Still, she continued her story. “My mother… I hate her the most in my life.”

Denji lightly hummed in understanding. He loves his mom, and his mom loves him dearly,
but that doesn’t mean that every mom in this world would love their children. “When I was a
child, 9 or 10, I don’t remember it, but I could still remember that we were dirt poor. Never
had a father in my life since he was already put in prison nearly a year before I was born.”

Quanxi’s grip on the small patch of grass got stronger, Denji was about to tell her that she
didn’t have to do this, but she still insisted on that. “One day, my mother… she took me to a
rich man’s house. Before I could know anything, I was forced to take a bath since he said I
smelled like dirt. And once I did, my mother told me to lay on this couch, and not to move
even if the pain was unbearable.

Denji slowly realized the implication of “buying virginities”. Quanxi already knew that he
found out by looking at his face. “Yes… I was bid and deemed the highest price. I looked at
my mother, and then a man, fat and ugly as hell, entered the room with only a towel covering
his lower body. My mother began to stroke my hair as harder as he removed the towel-”

“Okay okay, stop!” Denji tapped her shoulder to not hear the process. Quanxi also had no
intention to describe how she felt blood dripping out of her vagina, or how violently that man
held her waist. Her mother could only assure her with sweet words like “It will be over soon,
honey.” while her body was being violated at age 10.

But Quanxi didn’t have any tears in her eyes, Denji either thought that she got over the pain
or she got so used to the pain that it seemed normal to her. “Worse of all… she had sold me to
that guy. From that day, I became his slave, both sexually and physically…” She paused for a
while, and a small smile nearly spread across her face. “Then I met her.”

Denji hummed in confusion and sat closer to her. “The owner has a daughter. She was kind,
beautiful, and smart, the completely opposite of that guy.” This time, a smile appeared on her
face as she showed him her locket necklaces, which had a photo of teen Quanxi and another
girl. Denji observed that her friend had black hair, monolid eyes, and a bright, beautiful
smile.
 “She helped me to write and learn Chinese and occasionally English too. Sometimes, she
would allow me to go into her room and we would watch things and do each others’ nails. I
remember that one day when we talked about dreams. She said that she would become a new
reporter so that she could spread the truth, the hidden and ugly sides of society.”

Quanxi at the time didn’t know about her dream because she was tormented for so long.
When asked, she just said one simple wish: to get out of this house. Years went by, and at the
age of seventeen, her friend suddenly told Quanxi to come with her. “At midnight, she woke
me up and said that she had bribed a bus driver to get me to somewhere safe.”

With her friend’s help, both of them easily got out of the house and began to run to the bus
station. We walked for one hour, and as we finally arrived, she wished me good luck and…
lightly kissed me on the cheek as a farewell.” She could remember how small and tiny her
friend was when the bus started to move. Her friend waved at her, and Quanxi waved her
back with tears in her eyes.

“I arrived in Hong Kong, a very cramped city. My apartment was very small, even my bed
nearly covered all of the room’s space. Had to work multiple jobs and study high school at
the same time.” Life in Hong Kong was harsh, if not the same as living in the man’s house.
Eventually, all of her hard work paid off, and she got a scholarship to Japan. After finishing
two to three years of studying in Japan, Quanxi felt like she should stay here instead of in
China.

Although she wanted to know her friend’s well-being, she didn’t want to be reminded of the
past once again. It was too much for her to handle. Denji, after hearing the story, started to
feel sorry for her. He couldn’t find the right words to console her. Her story is way more
horrible than his.

“Anyway…” She looked at her clock and turned to look at him. “It’s nearly 9.PM now, Denji.
Your parents might be worried for you.” More like only his mother. His old man was already
somewhere around the city, playing in some cheap-ass casino and losing money.

She lightly patted him on the shoulder, smirking. “You’re unlike every other man I have met.
You… aren’t bad at all…” Denji presumed it was a compliment. Quanxi turned around and
walked back to her home, while Denji was still deep in thought. He was totally stunned by
her story, and how tragic it was. She studied hard and had a better life, unlike Denji, who
sells drugs and hates studying.

‘There are lives worse than mine…’

Chapter End Notes

I just want to take a break from writing smut a bit. I just want to write some
heartwarming stuff before going back to the wild sex. Next chapter will be Asa sisters.

Pochita stole Tsugihagi's doll just so Denji could approach her. Best wingman
My apologize to Cosmo fans, I couldn't think of a better scenario to make it longer.
That's all I can come up with.
 The Mitaka Twins (Mitaka Asa, Yoru)
Chapter Notes

Condom, Pussy sandwich, Jealousy

See the end of the chapter for more notes

In the library, there was a girl, a normal one, sitting at a desk while reading some books. It
was relatively quiet, save for some weird whispers right beside her ears. But the girl paid
little attention to it and continued to read her books, but the whispering didn’t stop.

“F.E.M.C.E.L.” Veins appeared right the side of her forehead as the murmur started to
become more insulting. “No boyfriend…” The girl blocked her ears so that the whispers
wouldn’t annoy her, but a hand holding a piece of paper that reads “no rizz” appeared right in
front of her face.

“CUT IT OUT, YORU!” Asa angrily turned around, huffing like a bull as her twin older
sister just smirked. Luckily, the librarian wasn’t here, or she would get kicked out for her
yells. Yoru laughed and then sat down on the seat beside Asa “Stop, just for… ONCE!”

“Why?” Yoru crossed her leg on the other, shrugging her shoulders with a grin. “It’s fun to do
that.” The Mitaka twins… they don’t exactly hate each other but don’t like each other much.
Even their mother grew tired of their rivalry and banters.

You always teased her sister by telling her that she would never get a boyfriend, let alone
have sex. Or other things like her ovaries would dry up before Asa could make it past 30
years old. That means Yoru would continue the Mitaka bloodline.

The funny part is, that Yoru doesn’t have a boyfriend, just like her sister.

Asa angrily glared at her sister before sitting down again and continuing to read the book.
She heard some shuffling from Yoru, who leaned forward to whisper some weird things.
Before Yoru could open her mouth, Asa pointed at the sister with a straight face. “Stop, you
boyfriendless fiend!”

“Hah!?” The smirk was wiped off from her face and it was replaced by a scowl. “Yo- You do
not dare to call me that!” She accusedly pointed back at her younger sister with a shaky
voice. Asa merely snickered, mumbling something about double standard.

Asa pretended to not hear Yoru’s childish insults since she got used to it, well, not for the ‘no
boyfriend’ ones. It was one of her weakest aspects, she messed up a lot. She always stuttered
when near when giving a representation, and tripped on the stairs whenever she got up late
because Yoru forgot to wake her up.
She is, no doubt, a femcel.

“I’m not stupid! I’m not!” Yoru angrily yelled, snorting loudly with gritted teeth. Asa didn’t
care about her sister’s antics and returned to do her thing. The older sister leaned back on her
chair, tapping her foot on the ground. Then, her mouth closed and her eyebrows slightly
raised as she had come up with a bet. “Hey, Asa… do you want to stop calling yourself a
femcel?”

“Anything… yes.” Asa closed her books and turned to look at Yoru, who was having a
cheeky smile on her face. It made Asa quite wary because of how shifty Yoru looked. But
Asa just wanted all of the troubles, mainly from Yoru, to disappear, so she would accept what
her sister was about to propose.

Yoru cleared her throat, a grin appeared on her face. “Whoever has sex first will have
absolute power over the other. For example, if I lost my virginity first, I could and would
order you to do anything, from doing all the dishes to cleaning the room. The duration is
permanent.”

Both of them had a blush on their faces as Yoru was telling her the rules. She never thought
about having sex much because she never got attention from the opposite sex. Yoru, on the
other hand, was always too busy fighting and causing violence to think about sex.

“If I win, you won’t be allowed to watch porn in my room, ever!” Asa jabbed her sister in the
cheek. She hated the screams and heavy breathing whenever Yoru started to masturbate.
Mother did try to advise her to watch it less but it was no use. Yoru responded with a cheeky
grin.

They both were confident that they would win this bet. It would be proven difficult due to
their zero rizz, little social skill, autism, and a lot more that will lower the chance of them
getting laid.

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Okay, saying that she would have sex is one thing, but actually doing it was another thing.
She doesn’t wanna do it because premarital sex is wrong. Haram! But she already betted,
there was no turning back, and Yoru probably was going to hook up with some boy already.

After a very embarrassing visit to the pharmacy to buy a pack of condoms, Asa headed
toward school, constantly looking around if someone found her doing such an act like this.
Just right on the rooftop, Pochita looked down at Asa, in his right hand was a needle that he
had used to poke the condom wrappers. After that, he sealed it back so perfectly that Asa
wouldn’t doubt anything.

“Great work as always, Agent P.”

Asa realized that she only had ten minutes left before the school closed its gate, and then no
one would be able to enter. She began to sprint, trying to choose a boy to have sex with. As
much as she didn’t want to ‘stain’ herself, she didn’t want Yoru to control her. “Remember
this, Yoru. I will not lose this time!”

“Kosumo, just this once in your life, wear the school uniform! Please!” Denji tried his best to
force the cosplay-crazed girl to put on the standard uniform, but just like every time, she
would come to school in cosplay, this time it was Hoshino Ai.

“Kosumo honey, can you wear the uniform tomorrow? We can only forgive you this one
time.” Quanxi walked up to the girl and patted her. What surprised Denji was that Kosumo
immediately nodded her head. The intern teacher turned her gaze to Denji with a small smile.
“See? Be soft-spoken to girls.”

“Wow…”

“By the way, erase that black lightning on your hair. Dying hair is forbidden in this school.”
Quanxi walked to the school along with Kosumo, who gave him a thumbs-up with a cutely
large smile.

“This shit won’t wear off…” He didn’t know what kind of paint Yuko used, but he tried to
rinse it for hours, and it didn’t even fade away. If he cut off that part, he would be bald on the
side so he chose not to do anything with it.

Just right at the gate, Yoru was eyeing Denji up and down. So far, none of the boys she tried
to seduce answered her call, they were scared and intimidated by her battle scar, which was
caused by a brawl when she was in primary school. She heard Denji was sexually hungry, so
the chance of him having sex with her was very high.

As Denji turned around, he saw Yoru just standing right in front of him, looking up at Denji
with a grin. “Hey, Denji… Long time no see.” She moved forward while he stepped
backward in confusion. She continued to block him until his back hit the wall, essentially
creating a Kabedon-like situation.

“I don’t know you-

“Come on! We literally-” A tired sigh escaped her mouth as she looked at him with
frustration of herself. They did meet at some point, but Denji didn’t remember that. Months
ago, they met each other when Denji was sneaking out of school, with Yoru doing the same.
They just made eye contact and didn’t say anything.

She seductively pressed her palm on the wall, slightly moving closer to him and tiptoeing up
a bit just so she could match his height. Denji could feel her chest touching his, making him
quite uncomfortable. The students passing by all began to whisper about PDA, but Yoru
didn’t give a shit.

“Wanna do it?” Straight to the point, she went. Yoru, although very embarrassed, tried to hide
her anxiety. She was the one to make a bet, and she will be the one to win it. Her fingers
tapped on his chest as Denji’s face was constantly twitching in a worried expression.

The Obedience Medicine is trying to rewrite his sentence. ‘No… I have never met you
before.’ “Yeah, sure… I like to have sex.” No matter how strong his immune system is, it
couldn’t fight the effects of the drug. Abe wanted his breeders to be obedient, not focusing on
having emotional connections with only one girl.

Japan must thrive or it will die.

Yoru was taken aback by his sudden response, seemingly very surprised and proud of herself.
A smile spread across her face, then, she began to lean closer to his ear and whispered to him
to meet her in the restroom after the second period ended. With that, she gave him one final
swipe on his lips before going to her class.

After she had entered the school, Denji’s facial expression changed back to confusion. “The
hell just happened?” He didn’t have any memory of the encounter with Yoru, who offered
him sex just so she could win the bet, but he only knew one thing: to meet someone at the
restroom.

But which one? There are four floors, not counting the rooftop. There are three hallways on
each floor, and there is one restroom in each hallway. So Denji had to find her in all twelve
restrooms in the school. “She should have been more specific…”

Just as Denji wiped his lips clean, Asa went through the entrance and glanced at him with an
uninterested look. She had seen Denji going to the restroom once, that would have seemed
normal if she didn’t hear moans coming from the room. ‘Ugh… the usual masturbating boy is
now checking others’ uniforms. I bet that he would try to molest the girls.’

After the bell rang, signaling it was time for him to close the gate, Denji wasted no time and
tried to close the gate. Just before it was fully closed, he saw Yuko desperately sprinting in
the hope of getting through the gate.

Of course, Yuko is his friend, so Denji opens a small gap for her to slip through. After she
did, Yuko stopped in her tracks and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before running to her
class, not forgetting to wave at him.

Asa was quite baffled to see Denji having an opposite friend. Denji’s smile eventually
dropped when he saw her surprised face. “What?” The girl merely shook her head before
heading back to her class, much to Denji’s confusion. He certainly didn’t notice Kusakabe
was watching him with a straight face from the second floor.

“Hey, open the gate for me?” Denji sighed in realization and turned around. Tenshi, luckily
carrying a backpack this time, was standing behind the bars. This is the second time of the
week she has arrived late, but… she is a girl… and he helps girls.
Without any question, he opened the gate slightly for her to enter. Tenshi stepped through the
small gap easily with her small frame. Just like that, she didn’t even thank him for letting her
in. “Hey! Nothing…? Really!”

“Hey Denji-bro, can you let us in-

“NO!!”

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“During the evacuation at Gallipoli by the Allies which started in December 1915, an
ingenious invention was constructed on the battlefield by ANZAC forces to deceive the
Ottoman enemies into thinking a large force still firing back at them. When in reality, the
rifles were shooting without a person pulling the trigger.”

Arai-sensei was teaching some history lessons. They were now in the WW1 chapter, learning
about the battles between the Ottoman and the Allies. Asa didn’t hear what the teacher said
since she was too busy trying to come up with a way to avoid having sex while winning the
bet.

“It was called Drip Rifles, or pop-off rifles.” In short, it was an invention created by an
Australian Lance Corporal, who created the Drip Rifles to create an illusion to the Ottoman
forces that they were still there and continued to fire at them, while the Allies forces most
likely had retreated. “They didn’t have to continue the fight. They just needed to make their
enemies think that the fight was continuing.”

That gave Asa an idea. She widened her eyes as a plan was formed in her head. Just like what
Arai-sensei had mentioned, she doesn’t have to win the bet, she just needs to make the
enemy, who is Yoru, think that she wins the bet. ‘I don’t need to have sex!’

She looked at the pack of condoms in her bag and grabbed it. Looking all sides, Asa hid the
box in her pinafore, whose black color perfectly concealed it and only showed a small bulge.
But the true question she must ask is, who will help her?

Asa couldn’t straight up and tell a boy in her class and tell him to ejaculate into the condom.
It must be someone who conveniently was jacking off so that she could ask him to shoot into
the condom. After that, she would take a picture of the used condom with semen inside and
send it to Yoru. That fake concrete proof would make Yoru admit defeat.

“Arai-sensei, can I go to the restroom?” She raised her hand to attract the history teachers’s
attention. He only grunted and pointed at the door, allowing her to go. Asa immediately left
her table and exited the classroom, while Yoru was watching with a raised eyebrow.
‘What’s Asa doing?’ Yoru clicked her tongue and looked at the clock, seeing that a few
minutes more before the second period ended.

Asa walked to the school to find someone in the restroom, but one on each floor, no boys
were masturbating. She even got scolded by Kusakabe for running around the hallways. Just
as the bell rang, ending the second period, Asa almost gave up all hope before she caught
sight of Denji walking into the restroom.

She suspected that Denji was going into the restroom to jack off again because she heard one
doing that once before. As much as she didn’t want to meet him at all because he is filthy,
looks like a dog, and looks high as hell, to win this motherfucking bet, she had to. “Ughh! I
hate my life…”

Stomping toward the restroom and taking out the pack of condoms, she took one last deep
breath before entering the men’s room with a small blush. Luckily, no one saw her- wait,
there is one. Upon entering the men’s room, she saw Denji, whose hands were in her pockets,
and was looking at the ceiling patiently. A hum was heard from him when he heard someone
entering the bathroom. “Oh hey- wait, you don’t have the scar?”

Asa ruffed her forearm, although she was a little bit muddled about him mentioning her sister,
she just assumed that he was mistaking her for Yoru. Putting all of the thoughts and questions
aside, she hitched the box of condoms from her pinafore, much to his confusion. “You…
You… ejaculate into this condom!”

“What?” She forcefully opened the box and took out a condom wrapper. It was a medium-
sized one, which fit Denjii’s weiner. But the problem is why the hell is a girl barging into
men’s room and telling him to cum inside that condom. He is here to have sex with the scar-
faced girl, not this femcel. “Hold on for a minute!”

“You need to jack off, right? Well then, you can shoot all of your semen into his condom.”

“Trying to fool me, you are, Asa?” Yoru clicked her tongue from the entrance. The sudden
appearance of her old sister sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to spin around,
forehead dripping out sweat. “From what I see, cumming into the condom isn’t called having
sex…”

Denji was clueless right now. He watched as Asa and Yoru began to argue about having sex
while he was standing right in front of them. They both fundamentally look the same, ranging
from the boobs to ass- Denji quickly shook his head to get rid of sexual thoughts and focused
on what the fuck is going on.

Just as the fight got more intense, his ears began to hear something coming toward the
restroom. It was small and hard to identify since the Mitaka twins were too busy arguing to
notice it. He narrowed his eyes as he heard it closer and closer until he realized it was
footsteps.

Someone darted into the room. That person was revealed to be Kishibe, the Vice Principal of
the school. “I heard lots of bickering in here…” He opened his flask and took a sip of booze.
“Usually, restrooms aren’t the ideal place to quarrel, and it’s not even break time yet.”
Denji, along with Yoru and Asa, tried to keep as quiet as possible in the closed toilet booth.
The Mitaka twins were sitting on his respective lap, their mouths were covered by their own
hands so that Kishibe couldn’t hear multiple breathings. Although it feels good to have girls
sitting on their knees, it is too heavy.

“Hey, I know that you’re hiding in that booth, boy, along with the girls.” All of the students’
eyes went wide at the sound of boots stomping on the floor. The more he moved closer, the
larger his silhouette became. “If you all don’t come out, I will burst this door ope-

“Kishibe-sensei… I’m taking a shit…” The young Vice Principal’s eyebrow slightly raised
when Denji said from inside the booth. He did see Denji exiting the classroom and heading
toward the restroom, but that didn’t explain why he heard two more female voices from the
men’s room.

“The bickering. Where are they?” He demanded.

“Ahh… it was… ahh… from a video I was watching on my phone… Forgot to turn down the
volume… Sorry, Kishibe-sensei.” A long hum was exhaled through the teacher’s nose, and
he nodded in understanding. Initially, he thought that two female students were about to fight
in the restroom like most of the bully videos he had seen on the internet.

“Well… If that’s the reason, don’t clog up the sewer, will ya?” Kishibe turned around and
exited the restroom, after a few seconds of silence, all of them sighed in relief. Denji’s body
relaxed while Asa and Yoru looked at each other before…

“I will be the one to have sex first!”

“No, I will!”

“Remember, I am older than you.”

“Barely! You’re only twelve minutes older than me!”

“Alright! Alright!” Denji screamed-whispered to stop them from arguing again because he
got tired of their antics. It took the twins a few seconds to shut up, from then, Denji groaned
and pointed at them. “Explain to me why I’m here?”

“To have sex with me!” They both said in unison.

Okay, this is weird. He knew that they hated each other and… wanted to have sex with him
for some reason. The sisters glared at each other with gritted teeth, comical lightning
flickering right across their eyes. On Asa’s hand was a condom wrapper, while Yoru’s hand
was placed firmly on his crotch to assert her position.

How many times had he had a threesome in this month? Three times. It’s good to have sex
with many girls at one time though. The twins seemed to have some kind of rivalry, he
noticed. Yoru and Asa glared down at him, pointing at him, and asked him a simple question.
“Who will you have sex with first?”
The Obedience Drug was confused by the question and just left Denji to decide on his own.
His eyes darted around, he made a long hum sound as he was considering who to fuck first.
Physically, Yoru and Asa had the same body, face, and voice.

Now to personality, Yoru seemed more straightforward and confident. She was the first one
to hit on him first and just offered him sex the first- the second time they met. You know
what, that’s his type.

While Asa is nearly the opposite, she is more attractive than her sister since she doesn’t have
the scar. Her body language suggested that she was quite shy and probably awkward in some
aspects. His type.

Both of them are his types.

But they asked him who he would choose, and he didn’t have any clear answer. If he chose
Yoru, Asa would slap him. If he chose Asa, Yoru would slap him. If he said he chose both,
they would slap him. If he chose not to, they would slap him.

‘Fuck…’ The hardest choice requires the strongest wills. “I choose both of you.” The answer
got their eyes wide, and apparently, got their hands raised high too. Before their palms could
make contact with his cheeks, Denji extended his hand to signal them to stop. “Hold on… I
have an idea!”

“Speak.”

“You know something called ‘Pussy Sandwich’?” The twins looked at each other with a
confused look on their faces, mouths slightly opening. “It’s like two girls laying on top of
each other, their breasts touching and pussy mo-

“EWW!” Asa was the only one who found the idea disgusting. It sounds erotic but… Yoru is
her sister, and that’s borderline incest. She didn’t like porn that involves sisters or mother and
daughter. It was normalized to the point everyone would ship siblings together in anime or
some shit.

“That sounds cool though…” Yoru rubbed her chin. She saw this one from porn before. An
old video she had watched featured a threesome between two women and one man. The girls
would constantly ask him who liked, to which he responded both. Not satisfied with the
answer, the girls laid on each other and asked him to penetrate them while being blindfolded.
Whoever he entered first was his favorite.

This could be implemented here, right now. “Asa, let’s do it.”

“No!”

“If you don’t, he will have sex with me, then, I win, right Denji?” He hesitantly nodded at
Yoru, who grinned in pride as she began to remove her tie. Asa just wanted to storm out of
the restroom and go back to the classroom, but doing that would result in her losing. Having
no other choice, Asa’s hand shakily grabbed the tie and removed it.
Denji zipped down and pulled down his pants to his ankles. Yoru’s confident smirk morphed
into an open mouth in surprise when he pulled down his underwear to reveal his penis. Asa
looked away in shame while Yoru’s eyes were fixated on it. It was bigger than most Japanese
pornstars she had seen. “Woah…”

He began to give it a few strokes, and it quickly got to an erect state already. Yoru cleared her
throat, a deep blush painting her whole neck and face in red, and tapped her sister on the
shoulder. Luckily, the toilet is tankless, so she would have a lot of space to lie on. She closed
the toilet lid and began to lay on her back on the flat side of the lid, while Asa watched in
embarrassment.

“Come on, Asa!” Yoru urged her sister to hurry up. The younger one shut her eyes tight
before stepping toward the toilet, before she got on top of Yoru, she handed Denji the
condom. He baffledly looked at the rubber thing, then turned his attention to Asa, who was
trying to remove her underwear.

“Huh?”

“We can’t risk having a baby, so use it!” With that said Asa lifted her skirt and then laid on
top of Yoru, who spread her legs widely to show him her pussy, on top of which was Asa’s.
The twins looked in each direction and tried to ignore the sensation of their crotches touching
each other.

Never in Denji’s life he had ever used a condom. He skipped the sex ed class hosted by
Makima-sensei because he was busy selling drugs at the time. So he nearly did not know how
risky unprotected sex is. He thought that babies could only be conceived at such a specific
time of the month.

Maybe he was having a hallucination because Denji saw a very small hole, as small as a
needle’s tip, but instead of taking another condom, he just put on a condom without any
question. He had difficulty putting it on, mainly because it’s medium-sized, to expand, he
stretched the rolled-up ring wider until it was large enough to fit his penis.

Soft whirs were exhaled through his nose as he had put on the condom. It felt like wearing
gloves, this time it was his dick. He poked his dick in the shaft, slightly nodding when he
could feel his nail jabbing his cock. The sensation was nearly the same as condomless. It
wasn’t as bad as people made out to be.

Yoru and Asa both noticed that he was about to do it raw. It would be both pleasurable and
painful at the same time. The twins began to calm down by inhaling and exhaling, Yoru’s
body lightly shook when she felt the condom’s tip poking her inner thigh. “Close your eyes
tight.” He did as he was told. Seeing only darkness, Denji’s dick aimlessly jabbed the twins
in various places.

Yoru was a bit disappointed when Denji’s dick nearly touched her vagina but she hoped that
his meat rod would find her entrance the next time. Asa braced herself as his dick
continuously poked her ass, then it traveled to the left, just merely inches away from her
pussy.
Denji wasn’t sure if it was Asa or Yoru, but he could feel his cock tapping the pubic hair.
He’s near the pussy, he just needed to trace by providing his penis and trying to locate the
vagina. Over time, Asa and Yoru grew more impatient, and the younger one hated being on
top of the older one because of how uncomfortable it was.

After a minute of searching, Denji let out a soft hum as he felt something fleshy and soft, he
could feel it, the shape of a clitoris. He had no knowledge whose pussy it was since none of
the girls reacted to his condoned dick rubbing against their entrance. Not only that, but he
was also rock hard, didn’t receive a blowjob, and now was wearing a condom so the
penetration would be quite strenuous.

Yoru’s frown deepened when she couldn’t feel his cock anymore. She looked at Asa, who had
a visible grimace on her face. At first, heavy breathing was the only she heard, then, a sharp
yelp from Asa explained everything. “Huh?” She looked at Denji to see him slowly thrusting
his hip already. Her eyes widened for a second before it turned into a hateful scowl. She had
lost the bet.

Asa didn’t know what to say. On one hand, she won the bet and could order her sister to do
anything she wanted. On the other one, she was being ravaged by Denji from behind and she
was lying on top of Yoru, her biological twin sister. She tried to avoid Yoru’s sharp glare as
her body kept sliding on hers due to Denji’s thrusts.

Her plan to force him to cum into the condom had failed. She might not want to say it but she
kinda enjoyed it for a moment. Denji, who she hated for being such a braindead, masturbate-
loving male student, is surprisingly good at fucking. Asa expected him to be messy and
clumsy at sex, which is pretty much what she would be though, but he somehow was very
experienced. ‘He had sex before?’

Yoru was beyond disappointed and angry, as Asa’s innocent eyes fixated on hers, she just let
out a huff and looked away in shame. For the first time in her life, she said one thing that
never passed her lips. “You win…” After Denji blew his load, she would leave in silence.

Seeing how downcast Yoru’s eyes were, Asa couldn’t help but feel bad for her sister. Yoru
always had that kind of confident energy, contrary to her. She would never accept defeat her
things being taken away so she would fight anyone, girls or boys, just to have it back. Her
scars were a result of one gruesome brawl where she would try to take Crambon back from
bullies.

Denji wasn’t aware of the sisters’ emotions and continued to thrust his hips forward. Due to
how cramped the booth was and how limited he could move, Denji could only insert more
than half of this length, plus, Asa is a beginner, so he felt that was enough.

The condom didn’t make it less fun, people always said “No, don’t use rubber ‘cause it
won’t be as good as without it!” Denji saw no problem with using a condom because
sometimes he masturbated without lubricant or even videos. He doesn’t need videos because
he could make up a whole plot in his head and jacked off to it.

Asa couldn’t find the right words to tell Yoru. She wanted to win the bet but she isn’t the type
to hold control over her sister. Not only that, the sensations just kept interrupting her
thoughts, making her just want to turn around to tell him to stop. Nonetheless, she still
allowed him to.

After a few minutes of quiet moans, Denji let out a sigh as he orgasmed. The semen was
ejaculated into the small tip. The amount of semen he burst wasn’t much because, you know,
Pochita poked a lot in it already. A not-so-significant amount of sperm leaked out from the
small hole and dripped inside of her vagina. Weirdly, none of them noticed it, Denji just
removed the condom and threw it in the small trash can.

It may be or not enough to make her carry the Mitaka bloodline. Abe just wanted to burn
every pharmacy or grocery shop that sells condoms, but Pochita stopped him before he
actually could do that.

Denji and Asa began to regain their breath, with the boy’s cock still erect. Yoru at this point
had no interest in sex anymore because she had already lost. As she was about to push her
sister away, Denji, all of a sudden, gently pressed Asa on top of Yoru so that she couldn’t
move. “Hey, what are you- Ahh!”

One swift penetration shut her up, and Denji let out a low growl in satisfaction before
inserting more of his length inside. Asa could feel her sister’s grip on her arms getting
stronger as Denji’s tip poked at her cervix. “Are you using a condom?”

“No…” Although with or without the rubber feels the same, Denji prefers doing without it.
Yoru just patted Asa’s arms and told her that it was okay. Still, the younger one was a little
cautious because she doesn’t want a nibling, and certainly, their mother wouldn’t want a
grandkid at age 40.

“Too bad.” Abe shook his head.

Asa’s ass pressing on his belly felt so heavenly. He just wanted to toy with it while he was
fucking Yoru relentlessly. “Hey!” Asa sharply turned around when she felt two hands
beginning to squeeze her bottom. Denji’s smirk got wider as his hands naughtily gave the ass
a message.

“It feels great though…” Her blush was so red that she could feel her cheeks burning. She did
somewhat enjoy that, so she permitted him to do that. Asa was never appreciated before, it
felt so nice and new to see some boy touching her like this.

“Hey, at least notice me!” Yoru violently tapped his shin to avert his attention to her. She felt
so forgotten when Denji groped her sister’s ass. Giving her a quick apology, Denji focused on
Yoru and continued to push his dick deeper into her vagina. “Just like that… like that…” She
moaned in pleasure as Denji’s tip continuously jabbed her cervix.

Denji fixed his stance a bit before going back to thrust his hips at a steady rate. Without the
condom, her wetness did a good job of lubricating his dick to make it easier to penetrate
deeper. It was a bit tight at first, but over time it became much better for him to move.

How long had it been? Ten? Or fifteen minutes? Denji wasn’t sure because he got lost his
sense of time whenever he had sex. He just wanted to extend the fun, but study is his priority
 so he chose to finish right here. Yoru already seemed satisfied, considering that she was
moaning lustfully, and her lower body was slightly twitching.

He leaned forward, grabbing Asa’s chin with his index and thumb and moving her head
closer to him for a deep kiss. His eyes were shut, while Asa’s were wide, but then they closed
and she accepted the kiss anyway. Yoru could feel his pubis hitting on her pussy. He pressed
deeper inside of her, Yoru let out a confused ‘huh’ as he pulled out, a thick string of cum
connecting his peehold and her vagina. “Well, shit…”

“Yoru! You should have used the condom!” Asa broke away from the kiss and looked at
Denji’s penis to see semen dripping out. She didn’t need to see her sister’s cunt to know what
happened. Mother would be sad.

“Don’t worry… I will buy the pills…” Yoru tiredly covered her eyes and sighed.

“Agent P…” Pochita nodded before heading toward the nearest pharmacy to replace the
contraceptive pills with some sweet candies.

Denji cracked his neck and fingers to get rid of the pain. After a few seconds, he looked
around, and under to see… a silhouette. At first, he thought it was his own shadow, but the
direction disproved that, otherwise. Their eyes widened in fear when they heard someone
clearing throat from outside.

“You know…” Kishibe took out his flask. “Having sex in school is against the rules.”

Chapter End Notes

Didn't expect to finish this chapter in just 36 hours of writing. Been playing l4D2 a lot
lately, met a fuck ton of toxic players who wanted to do not so good things with my
mom. Realism expert is hard as fuck!

Do you want to see Denji/Asa/Reze or Denji/Asa/Yoru/Reze? Up to you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

 To Bring The Village Good Fortune (Angel Devil)
Chapter Summary

Gentle Sex

Chapter Notes

Angel Devil's name is Tenshi, which literally means 'angel'

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“If there’s something in your mind, just say it.” Yoru didn’t bother to give her sister a glance
while eating some sandwiches, the only sin is that she was eating them plain. No cheese, no
ham, nothing. “Oh… I lost… What do you want?” From what she had said, the loser would
have to obey the winner without a question.

Asa anxiously rubbed her wrists and palms, eyes looking at the floor instead of Yoru’s.
Although she won the bet, she wasn’t happy about it. Sure, it would be hella worse if Yoru
had won, but Asa isn’t the type of girl who would abuse her power.

After seconds of silence, Yoru’s attention turned back to the TV which was airing the
infamously gruesome D-Day scene from Saving Private Ryan. The younger sister tried to
ignore the screams, but after nearly a minute of hesitation and lip-biting, she cleared her
throat.

Yoru knew that Asa was trying to say something, but the way she did was so awful and
distracting. “Just speak it out already! Oh yeah! You won, so come on! Order me to do
something!”

“NO! I will not!...” Asa yelled out loud and gently took her sister’s palm, lightly squeezing.
At first, Yoru was still huffing with a scowl, it eventually dropped, and her breathing returned
to a normal pace. “I will not order you to do anything I want you to…

“Why? Have no guts for that?” One of Yoru’s eyebrows raised.

“Because we’re sisters…” Asa quietly mumbled, but Yoru still was able to hear it. The
scarred girl’s hateful eyes blinked, then slowly relaxed until they radiated surprise and
confusion. Of course, they never called each other “sister” for a long time, just names or
nicknames.
In Asa’s mind, she was cursing at herself for daring to do this. Yoru is extremely cocky so it’s
unlikely she would even abolish the bet. To be fair, she watched quite a lot of shows, which
sometimes featured very emotional apologizing scenes. But those were films, and this is real
life.

Yoru were experiencing, maybe, nostalgia. They were very close to each other when they
were kids, often referred to as undetachable magnets. Whenever Asa was bullied by mean
boys, Yoru would appear and proceed to beat the shit out of them. All brawn but no brain,
Yoru is terrible at studying, so Asa sometimes offers to help her study. It was a wholesome
time before puberty.

“Yeah…” Yoru looked at her hand, which was holding his sister’s. Then gently, Yoru’s other
hand was placed on top of Asa’s. She looked up to make eye contact with her sister, a small
smile, then a cheeky one, not a prideful or smug one, a genuine smile spread across Yoru’s
face as she nodded. “We’re sisters, aren’t we?” Asa’s eyes widened, then they both hugged
each other tightly like sisters…

Crambon softly purred while circling around them.

‘Didn’t expect that it would be this easy…’ Asa thought.

‘Thank God! She didn’t order me to do some weird shit!’ Yoru thought.

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“English? Sorry, I’m not too good at that subject. I will not be a reliable tutor.” Reze waved
her hand as a refusal. The response got a tired sigh from Denji and Yuko, who slumped down
on their bench in exhaustion. They had been asking a lot of students, even offering to pay
them some money but no one had accepted since they were also too busy.

Denji didn’t take extra classes because it would take away all his free time. No time, no
selling drugs, and then no money. “Ughhh… I finally got some basic grasp of Math… but
English…

“I hate English…” Yuko nodded along with Denji, then her eyes burst open. Looking at Reze
with a wide-open mouth, she jumped up from her seat and offered to shake the new exchange
student’s hands. “Oh wait, we haven’t introduced to each other. Name’s Yuko!”

“I’m Reze. Nice to meet you.” Reze’s body lightly shook due to Yuko’s enthusiastic
movements, but she didn’t mind it at all.
“Just nearly two more weeks before the first-semester final test comes.” He envied Reze’s
perks of being a new student. Since she was still relatively new to school, she didn’t have to
take the test, instead, she just needed to pass the Japanese language test.

“Japanese is very hard though.” Reze shrugged her shoulder with a smile.

Denji smirked and rested his neck on the backrest. As he was staring at the sky, it wasn’t too
bright to hurt his eyes, Denji heard some footsteps from his right. “Hey, yellow-haired boy.”
That bored voice is definitely Tenshi.

“How many times have I told ya? My name is Denji.” Sometimes, she would refer to him as
either his physical characteristic or his never-ending horniness. He didn’t really get why she
would even forget everyone’s name so easily, like does she even have memory loss, or she
didn’t bother to remember names?

Well, despite her pretty features, she almost failed every test she did. No joke, she barely
passed the first year if not for Hayakawa-sensei’s help. ‘No wonder why…’

“Well, you must be Denji’s classmate. My name’s Yuko.” The glasses-wearer extended her
hand for a handshake with Tenshi, whose attention was turned to a nearby tree instead of the
girl. She seemed to have dazed off, considering her mouth was narrowly opened, and her
eyes weren’t moving at all.

Reze hummed as she observed Tenshi’s behavior. ‘Difficulty concentrating…’ “Denji, is she
always like that?”

He nodded. “She stared out of the windows a lot during class and even forgot to bring her
backpack several times. She misspelled a lot or forgot names… Maybe she is just… not
smart.” Or maybe she has dementia, which is a collection of symptoms resulting from
damage to the brain.

She might be wrong, but judging how Tenshi acts and talks, it could be possible. But it would
be weird for a teenager like Tenshi to have dementia this early since it only began to show
symptoms when reaching middle age or later. Reze continued to watch Tenshi and Yuko, the
former even asked the name of the latter once again.

“She might be having dementia, Denji.” She came to her conclusion, which merely raised his
eyebrow. He isn’t the type of boy who would learn about some random diseases or
conditions. Well… he mostly searched for heart disease. “You should accompany her home
sometimes, Denji.”

“What?” He looked at her with squinched eyes. “Just why? She once said she would go home
to take her backpack, so she clearly knows the way home.” It did, but it took her about two
hours to return back to school. Funny, ‘cause she told him to wait for her at the gate just so he
could open it for her.

“Dementia is dangerous to have… She must be having a hard time trying to fit in.” Reze’s
eyes showed pity toward Tenshi. Denji didn’t really get why his friend got so easily
emotional for somebody she just met. Denji doesn’t want to meddle in someone’s life or
business, ‘cause that’s not a very Denji thing.

But Quanxi once said to him that he should be more soft-spoken to girls, and that included
being nice and helpful to girls too. Quanxi didn’t say that but whatever. Denji subconsciously
rubbed his chin and turned his gaze to Tenshi again, who was having little trouble trying to
find a way to respond to Yuko’s questions.

Old people sometimes were confused by their own brains a lot. He would never say that his
mother is old ‘cause she remained beautiful to him forever, but lately, his mother was
forgetting a lot of things, whether it would be money or chores to do.

After a few minutes of thinking and hesitation, Denji slowly nodded. “Okay…” Tenshi might
be hard to know, but her condition reminded him of his mother anyway. “But I will leave if
she stays that way.”

“She won’t, Denji.” Reze flashed him a friendly smile before a drop of water splashed on top
of her head. She raised her up with her palm flat, and after a few seconds, she could more
drops of water tickling her hand. “Everyone, it’s about to rain now.”

The rest of them looked up, and just as Reze said, they could small drops hitting them. “But
they said that it would be sunny today!” Yuko pouted, not only that, but she also didn’t have
an umbrella with her.

Denji had an umbrella mainly because his mother always put it inside his backpack. A small
smile appeared on his face. “Never changed, mom.”

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The rain started as small, then it became heavy. So heavy that the students were ordered to
close all windows and doors due to the wind pushing the windows and causing them to slam
on the wall, which could frighten a lot of students.

“We do not fear the rain!” Bimu and Powa didn’t bring an umbrella, so they had to either
wait for it to end or make a run. Of course, their option was to run.

Luckily, Yuko went home along with her brother, Kusakabe while Denji and Reze looked
outside from the entrance, staring at the dark sky with a hint of disappointment. “You have an
umbrella, right?” Reze nodded and took out her umbrella from her bag. As Denji was about
to take out his, the girl tapped him on the shoulder and pointed at Tenshi behind him.
Denji immediately knew Reze’s intention. Since it’s raining hard, Denji doesn’t have to sell
drugs or smuggle weapons. With nothing else to do, he agreed to help Tenshi to go home.
“Okay… I will do it.”

Reze offered him a smile and lightly hugged him before opening her umbrella. They waved
at each other as the girl walked out of the school. Denji slowly turned around to see a dazing
Tenshi. The red-haired girl stared at the rain, and not at him at all.

“You know… If you want, I can walk you home.” Initially, Tenshi only glanced at him with a
bored look, then she looked outside again. From the look of it, the rain wasn’t going to stop,
at least for a few hours.

“Okay…” Tenshi answered in a monotone. Denji opened his blue umbrella and signaled her
to come closer. After she stepped right beside him, they both walked out of the school
vicinity and into the wet yard. The umbrella itself wasn’t too big, there were even a few
stitches since his mother did not want to waste money buying a new one.

Despite that, it worked just fine. Tenshi didn’t care about its condition. “So... where is your
house?” He hoped that at least Tenshi would know her way, he really didn’t want to wander
around the whole city for hours.

Tenshi exhaled a hum. “I do know…” That earned a sigh from Denji. “It’s near the beach.
Just a few kilometers from here.” That’s pretty far away from the high school. Usually, a
normal student could buy a bike, but Tenshi seemed to not have one as she was always seen
walking toward school.

She said that her place was near an airport, so after a few minutes of checking on Google
Maps, he saw that her house was potentially near Jonajima Seaside Park, which is indeed just
a few kilometers away. ‘That far?’

The road back home was one of the very few things that Tenshi always remembered though
she would sometimes be distracted by some normal things like ice cream trucks, so she
usually arrived home at 7p.m or later.

Just like that, there were barely any conversations between them. He once tried to break the
ice by asking her about dementia, but she just told him not to bother her. But eventually, she
started to say random things about her ‘people’, how she was too different from them.

Denji didn’t really get what she was saying. If she said that her parents weren’t there for her
life, who was raising her? And who are the ‘people’ she mentioned? He could understand the
‘too different’ part, considering her red hair only. Weirdly, unlike every other time, Denji
didn’t feel like someone was watching from the rooftop anymore.

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“The future rules!!” Agent F, the partner of Agent P, screamed out of his lungs as he stopped
fiddling with the glass orb. They were both in the village chief’s hut, along with the elders
and the people who migrated from Hawaii. “A boy with a black lightning streak on his hair
will grant you a fortune for a great fish harvest!”

It was fake, by the way. Staged up by no one other than Shinzo Abe, who just wanted Denji
to have sex with Tenshi without any harm to the kid. Because the villagers were very strict
and pretty much didn’t like the idea of mixed blood.

“Black… lightning…?” Pochita nodded again to confirm the elders’ suspicion. Then, he
showed another paper writing about the prophecy of a boy who would bring them the
privilege. After that, they would no longer have to stay on this beach anymore and could
move to the city to have a better life.

Since most of the villagers had no knowledge of writing or reading Japanese, the Elders, and
a young girl gathered around to read the paper instead. “Black… lightning… hair…!” Well,
the elders' vocabularies and pronunciation were still limited.

Abe wasn’t fond of the idea of bringing a large group of indigenous people into his country,
but since Tenshi was purely Japanese, he would only let this happen, and then after maybe a
year or two, he would kick all of them back to the beach again.

All of a sudden, one of the villagers rushed into the hut and tried to explain something by
pointing at his hair and mumbling ‘thunder’. Almost everyone knew what he implied and ran
outside to see a pair of students walking in an umbrella.

“Ah. We’re here.” Denji had to look around to make sure she was right. There were no
houses, just a beach next to a small jungle. His eyes slightly widened when he saw a bunch of
black people gathering around the biggest hut of the village.

They don’t look… Japanese much. The village is very secluded from the urban area, which
could explain why there was almost nothing electrical equipment around, only extinguished
torches. ‘Does she always live like that?’

“Lightning…!” The villagers all turned to each other and nodded. “Lightning! Lighting!”
Denji touched the small art of his painted hair, it wouldn’t wear off even if he washed his hair
three times a day. What kind of paint did Yuko use?

Even Tenshi was confused by her people’s enthusiasm. “I think they’re looking at you.”
Denji continued to watch in bewilderment as the villagers all ran toward Denji with their
arms wide open. The men all tightly hugged Denji first, which made him cringe in disgust
because literally men were touching him.

That caused his umbrella to fall down to the ground, and it attracted their attention. “What is
this?” They all turned to Tenshi for an answer. Since they spoke in their own native language,
Denji didn’t understand a single word from them.

“Umbrella. Used for covering from rain.” Tenshi responded in their language, which
surprised Denji even more. The people were so intrigued by the object so much that they
ignored the rain. Denji and Tenshi could only watch in awkwardness as their clothes began to
get wet.

Inside the hut, the elders all perked up their ears and bowed to the agents. “Grateful... Thank
you!”

Agent F smirked in pride and clapped his hands. “But there is a cost for that fortune,
gentlemen.” The elders looked up with still smile on their face since they were blissful about
the prophecy. “That boy… He will have to have sex with a girl in this village for that fortune
to occur. If not, disasters will come.”

This, however, brought a worried frown to their face. They are extremely conservative and
prefer pure-blood children, not mixed. But lately, their harvest had gotten a bit unlucky due to
storms and big iron whales devastating their small boats. They must act, or they will starve.

Then, the elders gathered in a circle and began to whisper something in their own language.
“We can not let our blood be stained.”

“If we do not do that, we will not survive.”

“Our tradition preserved throughout centuries cannot die out this easily.”

“We should have not left Hawaii…”

“Had we not, we would still have been kicked out by the army!”

“We have one… Tenshi.”

That girl wasn’t like them. Her blood wasn’t theirs; she was lucky since she was found crying
as a toddler near the forest. Her initial appearance caused quite a ruckus among- the villagers.
Some said that leaving the child to die is immoral and God would punish them. Some said
that her hair could indicate that she is a devil.

Quite ironic in some universes.

Since she was one of the smartest despite having a small case of dementia, she was allowed
to go to school, hoping that she could improve the lives of her people. Abe once intended to
expel them back to Hawaii, but such an act would enrage the citizens of Japan so he decided
to let them have a small area on this beach.

“Tenshi… Excellent idea.” The elders nodded at each other before turning their gaze to the
agents. “We shall offer a maiden virgin to him.” They bowed once again to them. Realizing
that their job here was done, Pochita and Mirai left without a trace.

“Did you know that Abe would throw them back to Hawaii once that Tenshi girl pukes?”
Mirai already knew his boss’s intention already. There’s no way that the Prime Minister
would allow those people to have peace.

Pochita nodded and looked back at the village. The reason why their harvest was so bad was
because of Abe’s interference in the sea. He persuaded fishers to catch more fish in this area
so that the village would have no other choice but to leave or let Denji fuck Tenshi.

This is just too far.

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“Uhhh… why am I still here?” Denji wanted to go home, but the villagers somehow told him
to stay since the rain was still too heavy. He had an umbrella, well had had because due to
curiosity, the children ruined it. His mother would be very sad.

And here he is, naked and desperately trying to fix the umbrella. His clothes were soaked, so
the women of this village offered to clean them for him. Whenever they saw him, he would
hear giggles and whispers from the girls, but he didn’t understand a single word because they
weren’t speaking Japanese, but he knew that they were amused by his handsomeness.

A prideful smirk spread across his face as he continued to fix his umbrella. Not only that, but
a mere cold wind also made his body shiver so much that it gave him goosebumps. Also, he
was inside Tenshi’s personal hut, which was relatively normal and nicely furnished with
school stuff. There wasn’t any water leaking inside the hut at all.

After a few minutes, he managed to fix it perfectly. Denji didn’t need to do much, just had to
repair the runner and shaft mostly. As he was feeling proud of himself, the women returned
with a jean and a headband made out of leaves and flowers. He thought that they were doing
the ‘greet the visitors’ ritual thing.

They placed the costumes in front of him, deeply bowing after that, and just left without any
other words. Denji swore that he could hear the young girls’ giggles and whispers his crotch.
“I feel… proud of myself.”

“NOI!” Abe angrily smashed the binoculars. “We do not want mixed blood with those…” He
couldn’t come up with any words that wouldn’t get him cancelled so he decided to drop it.
The Russian girl, Reze, was no exception, it doesn’t matter if she got pregnant, she would
still be sent back to Russia soon.

Pochita lightly frowned at the Prime Minister’s… rather racist behavior.

On the village chief’s hut, the girls were trying to make Tenshi prettier by dressing in one of
their best-designed traditional clothing. They all looked with jealousy about Tenshi having
the honor while the adults were choosing whether should they keep the child or not.

One middle-aged woman sprinkled and tapped some kind of holy water on her hair. “We’ll be
forever grateful!” The girls lightly pushed Tenshi with giggles, while the red-haired girl was
utterly confused about everything.

“Kalani, what’s going on?” Tenshi looked at her best friend for an answer. The girl, slightly
dark in the skin and with a chain-like tattoo on her forehead, only offered her a smile, cheeks
slightly pink as she was about to talk about what she heard from the adults.

“You’re about to bring fortune back to our village. We have been in need of a good harvest…
And the only thing that could bring it back is… you to have sex with him?”

“… Who?” Dementia immediately kicked in.

“That yellow hair with black lightning. He is our fortune bringer, but it required him to ha-”

“What?” Tenshi’s eyes deeply narrowed in confusion as her brain automatically imagined
Denji, whose features matched what Kalani mentioned. She looked at her own dress and soon
came to the conclusion that they were preparing her before putting her in the same hut with
Denji. “No no no, I can’t do this!”

“Please, Tenshi!” Kalani took her hands and gently laid her down again. Although she knew
that the red-haired girl didn’t want to do this, she had to because they would starve if she
tried to run away. Tenshi also was aware that she owed this village since they had saved her
as a mere toddler.

Having no other choice but to accept having sex, Tenshi bit her lips and hesitantly nodded.
Kalani wiped the stray tear off Tenshi’s eye as she went for a hug. Almost nearly
immediately, the rest of the girls also went for a hug. “Young lady, it’s time.”

Tenshi nodded before standing up, her legs slightly shaking from anxiety. With her friend’s
help, she gathered enough strength to move. The people all cheered happily as they made a
small umbrella-like thing which they copied from Denji’s to get her back to her own hut,
where Denji was waiting.

The elders were worried about Tenshi since she had almost no sexual experience and
performing it badly might cause them harm. The more satisfied the boy will be, the greater
the harvest will be. What a bunch of religious people.

“Kalani.” One of the elders pointed at Tenshi’s friend. “Help Tenshi satisfy the boy."

"What?” Her blush appeared on her cheek. “It’s a holy thing, no mortals shall interfere.”

“You don’t have to. You just need to help Tenshi ease down her worry as long as he didn’t do
that with you.” Kalina turned her head to Tenshi, whose body tensed, even a pat on the
shoulder frightened her. She wanted to help her friend, so she agreed to. “Good. Just don’t let
him touch any further than her bosom.”
“Yes, ma’am!” To be truth, she was nervous and scared. Not only she was about to watch two
people having intercourse, but she would be the third wheel as well. The elders only told her
to support and help whenever Tenshi was about to mess up, so she wouldn’t have to do the
deed.

The villagers used some kind of handmade umbrella made out of leaves and straws to shield
Tenshi from the rain. The red-haired didn’t either look sad or happy, just anxious about what
was to come. As the villagers stopped in front of her hut, they all wished her the best of luck
and stepped behind her. Tenshi and Kalina all glanced at each other, nodding before slowly
entering her hut.

Inside, Denji continued to look around in admiration of how simple and artistically designed
the hut was. “Ahh! You’re here…” When he saw her being accompanied by another girl, he
couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the crowd of people looking from outside despite the
rain. “And what’re they doing here?”

Kalina went to cover the entrance with a blanket to give them more privacy. Tenshi
confusedly hummed, trying to find a way to explain it to him. “You will be having sex with
her, Denji-kami!”

“Kami?” Kalina just called him God, a status no mortal would ever reach, at least in this
world. His eyes darted to the corner of the room, then he pointed at her with a shy smile.
“Nah, you kidding, right? I’m not a god.”

‘How humble…’ Kalina was admired for his modesty. The boy who shall bring them great
luck acts like a normal human being, and that makes her believe in gods more strengthened.

His smile eventually dropped, and he dumbfoundedly looked at Tenshi and the covered
entrance. This looked like consummation, with one more girl involved. The village didn’t say
anything about marriages, not one bit. ‘Oh no…’ Denji couldn’t imagine himself being a
permanent resident of this village.

No electricity.

No modern equipment.

No porn.

“Do not be worried, Denji-kami! You will not be marrying Tenshi, once you are done
having… that with her, you will be allowed to leave…” Denji couldn’t tell if his life is full of
luck or bullshit like this. I mean, having sex every week is great, truly, but over time, Denji
sensed something was off. Someone was plotting all of this.

“He found out…” Abe looked at the screen, breaking the fourth wall.

“Can we finish this now?” Dementia kicked in, which caused Tenshi to forget all of her
anxiety. She uninterestedly looked at her friend, who began to undo the corset-like thing
around her waist. According to their tradition, before the consummation starts, the woman
will have to slowly show him more skin to make the man desire her more.
Denji’s eyebrows flashed in awe as Tenshi removed her hair tie. “Ouch!” Kalina knew her
friend’s pain resulted from the tight corset, which took quite a bit of time to take off. Since
Tenshi was a bit inexperienced, because she never attended sex ed or heard stories from the
elders anyway, Kalina knew that she would be equally responsible if she failed.

They weren’t aware of the fact that Denji would be pleased in any possible way as long as he
had sex with a female. If Tenshi messed up, he wouldn’t say anything and continued to have
intercourse with her. He is a very easy-to-understand boy.

After the girls had removed the corset which was gently placed on the ground, Kalina helped
Tenshi to undo the buttons of her shirt since the buttons were located at the nape. “Turn
around.” Tenshi complied with no questions and did as she was told.

Denji swallowed the lump in his throat as Tenshi’s clothes unfastened, which gave him an
opportunity to see her dainty body imprinted through the fabric. He never knew that she
was… small. Someone who has never met her would have a difficult time trying to guess her
gender since she was… flat.

Quickly shaking his head violently to get rid of his rude thoughts, Denji’s eyes instantly
fixated on her slender, or rather very skinny back. Even her spine slightly bulged out of it.
Again, Denji had never seen her bare body before so he had no idea that Tenshi was just
skinny.

Or was she malnourished?

“And then ugh…” Kalina rubbed her head nervously when she had unbuttoned the shirt.
Tenshi looked at her with a mildly confused look before she turned around to face Denji.
“I’m sorry, Denji-kami!” Kalina lowly bowed with her palm flattened on the floor. She had
never seen a dress this complicated before, and she seriously didn’t the way to undo it.

After a few seconds of careful observation, Denji realized what was wrong. “You need help
to undress or…”

“Yes,” Tenshi said with a tone just like her chest. Without any seconds wasted, Denji crawled
forward to Tenshi, who leaned her head down so that he could get a clear view. He
subconsciously gulped again when he saw her nape. However, it wasn’t enough to get him
slightly erect.

Kaline wanted to bash her head on the ground since she messed up. Her job here is to help
Tenshi not to screw up the intercourse, and yet the Fortune Bringer was undressing Tenshi by
himself. “No, it’s okay… Man, this is really hard to untie the strings.”

It only made a small part of her feel relieved. Denji lightly frowned as he tried to carefully
unbind the complicated web of strings. Like who the hell did it like this? Does the woman
have to slowly undress herself because of these networks of strings? Kalina watched with her
eyes wide when she heard an enthusiastic “aha!” from the Bringer.

“Did it!” A grin appeared on his face. A minute was all it took for Denji to untie the
ridiculous strings. That fear got Tenshi surprised, but no emotion was shown on her face.
After that, the smile dropped, and Denji scratched the back of his head as he thought about
how awkward the situation really was.

Like, Pochita and Mirai spread misinformation to the villagers, and since their harvest got
much worse, they decided to let Tenshi have sex with Denji just so their lives could be
normal again. Tenshi, being alive because they had taken her in, felt like she owed them, so
she had no choice but to accept it.

Since the villagers are very religious, if Tenshi didn’t puke within a month, they would sneak
into the city to find, or perhaps kill Denji because they thought he was a fraud. “Ugh…” He
loudly groaned, covering his eyes with his hands while Tenshi looked at the ground
emotionlessly.

Kalina stayed silent, feeling that she shouldn’t break the ice. She knew that her friend didn’t
wanna do this, but on the other hand, the fate of the whole village depended on her shoulders.
“Hey, why aren’t you doing it?” Tenshi asked.

“What? I thought that you didn’t want to do it?”

“I was actually waiting for you…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“If so…” Denji crawled toward her, as he was kneeling behind her, his right hand
automatically went to fumble her breasts. Not to be rude, but she was nearly as flat as Powa,
but at least she didn’t wear breast pads just to hide that insecurity. He could feel his fingers
gently rubbing and pinching her nipples through her shirt. Strangely, she wasn’t wearing a
bra because… traditions.

Kalina blushed deep red and shyly looked away. Denji’s lustful mouth lightly sucked on her
collarbone before traveling to her neck. Occasionally, Tenshi’s breaths were cut by the wet
sensation around her nape again. His hands sneakily began to pull down her shirt, her arms
were small enough to thread through the gaps.

From how he kissed and sucked on her neck, Kalina suspected that Denji might have done
this many times before. Quickly brushing all of her lusty thoughts aside, Kalina looked back
at them to see if Tenshi was doing fine or not, and she, indeed, was doing just fine.

Tenshi turned her head around, and Denji immediately leaned down for a long kiss, which
she accepted easily. To be truth, it wasn’t a bad kiss but Tenshi was literally sucking all of the
air in his mouth. Based on how sloppy her kiss was, Denji guessed that she wasn’t too
inexperienced to do this much, so he knew he had to go easy and slowly on her.

As his mouth was busing tonguing her and his life hand rubbing her breast whole, his
unoccupied hand slid down across her waist, digging into her inner thigh before his fingers
started to touch her vagina. Her body violently shook as he started to finger her, but he
decided to warm her up by circling her clit. Denji could feel her pubic hair chafing against his
palm.

“Are you okay, Tenshi?” Kalina worried asked, after seeing her friend’s nod, she sat back on
her seat and observed the two of them in case of something bad. Denji felt like she wasn’t
necessarily here, but he didn’t tell her to go out because that would be rude.

His hand went from groping her breasts to removing the bandage around her hip, suddenly,
Denji grabbed her pants by the waistline and began to pull it down. Having realized his
intention, Tenshi lifted her butt up a bit just so he could have an easier time removing her
clothes.

Kalina stepped and crouched in front of Tenshi to help him remove her pants by grabbing
them by the hem and pulling them slowly so as not to damage them. Denji loosened it up by
pulling the strings, and it easily came off. With the feeling of tightness around her waist gone,
Tenshi let out a sigh of relief.

But she didn’t get even a second to rest as Denji dug two fingers inside of her pussy, earning
a yelp from Tenshi, whose thighs rubbed against each other, and her toes curled down due to
the pleasant satisfaction. A low hum was blown through his nose while his hand was being
squeezed by her thighs, and that gave him little to no movement.

“Tenshi… You should relax!” Kalani tapped her friend’s shin, but Tenshi, still feeling weird
around her genitalia, was still crushing his hand by squeezing it harder. At that moment,
Denji realized that she was nervous, so he decided to stop fingering her, as expected, he
didn’t feel the force anymore, and she started to regain her breath again.

Rubbing his fingers, Denji noticed his fingers were stained by her squirt. Wasn’t much, but he
knew that she was ready to be penetrated. Kalina took her friend’s hand while she was
breathing heavily after her small orgasm. “Are you feeling unwell, Tenshi?” The red-haired
girl closed her eyes and nodded.

“I’m fine…” Tenshi blinked a few times, hearing some fabrics shuffling behind her, she
presumed that Denji was taking his pants off. Having known that the main thing was about to
come, she leaned forward for a hug with Kalani, who gladly returned it. “I’m quite scared…”

“It will be alright… I’m here to help you.” Kalani offered her an assuring smile as Denji
pulled down his pants and kicked them away. He then removed his underwear in haste, and
the girls both immediately looked away in shame after seeing his cock.

“Wow…” Although Tenshi might not have emotion on her face, a blush and eyes widened
were enough to prove her amusement. Denji knew that he had quite a big penis, so he wasn’t
surprised to see them being flustered. Nearly everyone had that same reaction.

The more he stroked it, the bigger it became.

Denji swore that he could hear mumbles and whispers despite the loud rain, most likely some
of them had seen his dick from the small hole or something. But he paid no mind to it at all
and sat down. Tenshi turned around, laying on her back, with Kalina gently running her
finger through her hair to comfort Tenshi.

“This will hurt…” Tenshi tilted her head with an eyebrow raised, she already knew that. Her
hand gripped onto Kalina’s as Denji sat down in front of her, spreading her legs and
positioning his dick in front of her entrance. Doing it raw is pretty painful, but he was aware
that not many girls aren’t interested in a cock being shoved in their mouth.

He spat on his dick and coated it in his own saliva. Sure, he had watched that from porn, so it
must be half-true and half-false. Both of the girls began to hold their breath as Denji’s wet
cock rubbed against her vagina. Kalina groaned from the strong grip of Tenshi, who grimaced
from the sharp pain of the penetration.

Denji only inserted half of his entire length in order for her to get used to it. The blush spread
from her to her abdomen, Kalina’s cheeks were painted deep red even. The red-haired girl
shut her eyes tight as Denji pushed deeper inside of her, occasionally, he would stop and wait
for a moment when he noticed her quiet whimpers.

He could definitely see a long trail of blood leaking out of her vagina. It was a sign of
defloration, he noticed. A long moan escaped his mouth when his glans managed to touch her
cervix, but upon realizing that she might not be enjoying it, he slightly pulled out and waited
for a solid minute. Due to the rain and the cold from it, Tenshi didn’t sweat, but that didn’t
mean that she was exhausted and weak after the initial penetration.

The pain eventually faded away, and she could freely move her legs again. “You didn’t lie
though… It really hurt.” She mumbled in a bored tone, looking at the ceiling with her eyes
closed. Kalina chuckled at her friend being her usual self again.

Denji nodded with a grin. “That was the least painful part, unfortunately for ya.” Tenshi
merely hummed and braced herself while Denji was guiding his cock in front of her entrance
again. She was so small to him, it would be awkward and strange if he just straight up fucked
her ferally, something Denji liked.

So, for the first time ever, he decided to be gentle.

His right arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her up. Tenshi was sitting on his lap,
beginning to feel something hitting on her vagina. She could also feel Kalina’s arms placed
firmly on her shoulders as a sign of support. As for his reassurance, Denji gave her a soft kiss
on the lips before inserting his penis inside her hole.

Kalani ignored the painful grip Tenshi was giving her and tenderly gave her a few pats on her
shoulders. Denji’s nose was pressed on her neck as he began to peck her. He started to travel
from her neck then down to her collarbone, trying to kiss and sucking on her skin as much as
possible to distract her from the pain.

As a result, a few small hickeys formed on her neck. Unlike every other intercourse, Denji
was moving his hips considerably slower, enough to both satisfy and not hurt her. The smell
of perfume filled his nose, and it made his urge to kiss her grow fiercer. He could feel one of
Tenshi’s hands gripped onto his bicep.
He didn’t mind having to do all the work, such as grabbing her butt and moving his hips. At
this point, Kalani realized that she really didn’t have to be here at all, Denji was thrusting at
an even pace, and Tenshi wasn’t crying, unlike what she expected. ‘I hope that you will bring
back our fortune, Denji-kami…’

A groan escaped his mouth as the walls became tighter, effectively squeezing his dick. But he
didn’t want to make Tenshi feel uncomfortable, and since she was a beginner, Denji erased
his complaints and straightened his legs to make the position more pleasant. This small act
allowed him more movements, and the numbness was gone too.

His mouth proceeded to go down to her modest breasts, after rubbing his nose on her nipple
to stimulate her a bit, as expected, the nipples eventually became hard, and he was permitted
to suck on them. The tip of his tongue danced on her nipples before his lips started to suck on
it.

It didn’t get a moan from her, just whimpers, but at least she didn’t scream. Tenshi’s body
grew hotter due to her furious blush all over her body. It wasn’t as hot as he thought, but he
desperately needed some warmth, so he planted his cheek on her chest, a sigh escaping his
mouth. He could feel her heart beating rapidly inside.

Murmurs grew louder since they could have heard her shriek from outside. ‘The people are
really something else… They aren’t afraid of the rain?’

Kalani awkwardly watched as Denji suddenly brought her head closer to his for a deep kiss.
Within seconds later, she saw some thick white liquid pouring out of her friend’s vagina. It
smelled funny, the long trail of cum dripped down on the floor, and Denji pulled out with a
long sigh after pulling away from the kiss.

Tenshi breathed to regain her breath, but then she felt a blanket wrapping around her.
Looking at Denji with tired eyes, she realized that he was wrapping the blanket all around her
and then he began to grab her clothes scattered all over the floor and neatly folded them.

Kalina handed him a piece of her clothes and nodded once she earned a nod from him.
“Hey… I have a question though… Does she… always go to school on foot? A nod answered
his question. “Don’t you have a bike or something?”

Such a dumb question, they don’t have Japanese citizenship and they clearly have no money
at all. It’s a miracle that Abe allowed them to stay on this beach for more than a decade, but
this would soon end after a month. “We weren’t able to…” Kalina deeply bowed, but Denji
just told her to stop acting as if he was a god or something.

“But if any of you guys aren’t allowed to go into the urban area, then who will go attend the
parent-teacher conference?” Not only that, who takes care of the fee of the school?

“A woman with a ponytail will personally come here to tell us about Tenshi’s academic
result.” Just from the ponytail, Denji could tell that it was Akera, his homeroom teacher. “She
said that our way of living soon will perish soon if we don’t improve our lives.”
 This brought a headache to his head. Denji wandered around the room, rubbing his chin as he
got a small glimpse of the people outside. Indeed, the way they live negatively affects them.
In a crowded city like Tokyo, it would be impossible to live without any money, no, even
living like a bunch of aborigines would not even help.

“We have been living like that for a long time… We will be fine. It's our traditional...” Tenshi
mumbled before drifting off to sleep quickly.

Denji dropped the curtain, and immediately, the villagers all swarmed in front of the hut with
curious eyes. “We await your gift, Denji-kami!” They all bowed at the same time. To be
honest, Denji didn’t feel anything at all, he just wanted to go home- where was his umbrella
again?

Just right at the entrance of the village chief’s hut, a bunch of kids was seen messing with his
umbrella, which was unfortunately destroyed beyond recognition. “Motherfuc-”

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“Hey, Takeshi… You know why we’re here? I mean, this place is really good but…” The
fisherman’s friend just shrugged. They didn’t know why they were ordered to fish here
instead of their usual place. Some kind of super secretive government agents came up to them
and told them to catch fish here.

The area, however, was the village’s, and they quickly tried to persuade the fishermen to go
away but since this area was full of fish, they didn’t. His friend snickered at the sight of a
bunch of people standing in front of a hut. “What are those nigg-

“Yeah, must have bought a new TV or something. A bunch of cavemen. Takeshi, let’s get
back to work!” The fisherman yelled out to his friend but got no response. “Hey, Takeshi, you
hear me!? It’s not the right time to go sleep no-

From behind, Pochita performed a knifehand strike accurately on the man’s neck, quickly
making him pass out without a sound. Takeshi was also put to sleep already, and Pochita
went to the console. After taking a moment to learn how to control the boat, the dog
immediately drove off to somewhere else so that the villagers could fish again.

If another boat shows up again, he will appear and drive it away.

Chapter End Notes

The dementia thing is unnecessary but whatever.

For who don't know who Kalina is, she is the Angel Devil's first love, but she is Tenshi's
friend in this fic.

No way that is happening... u/bortomio... we will miss you...

 Such a Sloppy Substitute Teacher (Higashiyama Kobeni)
Chapter Summary

Sloppy blowjob

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“So, you walk for thirty minutes every day?” A hum from Tenshi gave him a clear answer.
It’s understandable now, she lives in a village that is out of date. They don’t have electricity
or anything relatively modern, but they can’t just go into the city and ask for a job.

He snapped his fingers a few times while staring at the gloomy sky. The weather forecast said
that it would be mostly raining, so he asked the villagers to put an umbrella in her bag just in
case. Still, he didn’t know why the villager would be so eager to force Tenshi to have sex
with him.

They said that he was the ‘Fortune Bringer’ as if his presence meant luck. Maybe they were
too religious and mistook him as a god. Well, there is at least some unused equipment left in
the storage of his house. They hadn’t been used for a long time since his father left his
construction job so he could use them.

Oh, he also once had a bike, but now it broke down and he didn’t use it anymore. “I can fix
it.”

“What are you thinking, yellow-haired boy?” Tenshi glanced at him.

“Do you know how to ride a bike?”

“No.”

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“Denji-kami, may we ask what these are?” The villagers bowed once again when Denji
brought a lot of stuff from his storage. Things like lamps, shovels, and many other stuff I
don’t wanna bother to name. The children gathered in front of the bag and started to scramble
things up, but Denji lightly slapped their hands.

“First, don’t call me Denji-kami. Just Denji. Second, I shall gift you… these!” Denji took out
and showed them a lamp, battery-powered one. They all raised an eyebrow, scratching their
hair and rubbing their chin as they observed. It looked like a jellyfish to them.

Luckily, Denji had bought some batteries along the way, after putting them in the lamp, he
pressed the button, and gasps among the villagers grew louder when the light began to fill the
chief’s hut. “Cool, right?”

“It’s a lamp. It generates light as long it has a battery.” Tenshi explained to them in their
language, and their eyes widened in awe. As they turned their attention to Denji, who was
holding the lamp kinda like Jesus, each of them bowed to him, mumbling ‘Denji-kami’ “Stop
calling me that!”

Although it was a good idea to introduce the villagers to modern equipment, he couldn’t just
come by every day just to resupply them with batteries and fix their equipment. Not only that,
they don’t have any money so buying is entirely impossible.

“What this?” The children pointed at the rusty but still usable bike right beside Denji, who
moved to the right slightly and trundled the small vehicle forward in the sandy path. “It's
weird… but cool!”

“This is a bike.” Tenshi then started to explain how it works to the kids, who all cocked their
heads to the side as a sign of confusion. This thing looks so weird because of how it looks.

“How you use?”

“Easy, just…” Denji sat on the saddle, stomping his right foot pedal before heavily adding
some weight on his leg to move it. Since it hadn’t been used for a long time, the chain
became rusty, thus explaining why Denji had to use a bit more force to ride the bike. ‘Should
really put some oil on it...’

“Cool!” Even though Denji was wincing, he still rode it just fine in the sand. All while the
adults were curiously watching, whispering, or checking the old equipment Denji gave them,
the children began to run behind Denji’s bike, laughing as the boy got faster.

“I have seen that before but never really got to used it,” Kalina whispered to her friend,
Tenshi, with a slight blush.

“Uh…” Tenshi just shrugged her shoulder. Although it’s nice to have someone helping you
deal with the illness, she doesn’t want to bother him too much since everyone has their own
problem to deal with. The villagers and Kalina would gladly help despite their low literacy
level.

“Alright alright, don’t touch that!” Denji stopped the kids from touching the bike, after seeing
what they had done to his umbrella, he would never let them touch his property again, such
as this bike, well, Tenshi’s bike, eventually.
Denji walked toward Tenshi and Kalina, the latter offered him a friendly wave. “Don’t let
them destroy your bike. Okay?” Her eyebrows slightly lowered when he said that. It’s a good
thing that Denji helped her village to thrive, though it was still small, but she didn’t really
know how to explain it.

“My bike…?” Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Tenshi turned to Kalina, who then proceeded to
explain that Denji was actually giving his old bike to her. Seconds later, she looked at Denji
again with a confused face. “While I appreciate it, I don’t need it.”

She’s not typically rude, it’s just how she talks, after all. Denji shook his head, fiddling his
fingers as he checked the bike again. “I mean… you walked for more than half an hour every
day, so personally, I think that you need a bike.”

“Uh uh.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Uh uh.”

“Nuh uh.”

Their childish argument stopped when a man cleared his throat from behind. Instinctively,
Tenshi and Kalina greeted that person, and Denji turned around to see a man just slightly
taller than him, with tanned skin and a quiet hunky body. “Denji-kami, since your arrival
yesterday, our village had a great harvest once again.” He bowed to Denji, along with his
guards, who were as buff as a typical NTR black guy.

Denji looked down in disappointment when the village chief called him ‘kami’ again. But
considering that he was standing in front of the chief, Denji was aware that he must show
respect. “I… thank you, chief.” He slightly bowed.

“I should be the one to thank you, Denji-kami. Your mere presence brings fortune to this very
village. Also, you have brought these gifts to us. There is no way we can possibly repay
you.” He grabbed one of the roly-poly toys and dropped it on the ground, lightly gasping
when the doll stood up again.

Denji hummed and looked around the village again. “As much as I love the peacefulness, you
guys should change the lifestyle.” That earned a fearful glance from the chief. “No, I mean at
least try to merge tradition and modernity a bit.”

“It’s certainly not easy, Denji-kami… If there is a job that allows people like us to apply to,
we will not hesitantly do it…”

Tenshi being able to go to school is a huge step for them to be accepted, but it wouldn’t be
enough. Japanese people aren’t big fans of immigrants, so it’s unlikely their opinion would
change even after decades. Also, their beach would eventually be taken back by the
authorities.
A light peck on the neck brought him back to reality, basically a reminder that he was in a
bed with Akane again. ‘Oh, overthinking, wasn’t I?’ Denji’s attention focused on the blonde-
dyed girl again, and he began to kiss her neck back. They were in Akane’s apartment, pretty
nice and cozy too.

“God, those people are the absolute worst-” Akane was cut off by Denji’s assaults of
smooches on her collarbone, then to her breast. His hands naughtily squeezed modest-sized
boobs again. Like snakes, their legs tangled into each other under that blanket. Denji pulled
away from the kiss so that she could finish her sentence, but Akane eagerly leaned closer to
him for another one.

“Okay, okay, at least finish your sentence before we continue this.” Akane groaned at him for
interrupting their session. She let out a sigh and rested her head on the comfortable pillow.

“You know that I am a debt collector, right?” He nodded, then she continued her story.
“Lately, a lot of debtors said that they didn’t have enough money to repay, yet, the next day, I
saw one of them walking out of the arcade center. I knew they were lying, but being a
woman, I wasn’t intimidating enough to scare them…”

Denji hummed with a slow nod. He predicted that she wouldn’t do well being a debt collector
because everyone would hardly believe a woman working at the Yakuza. Akane wears a
hoodie and shorts, unlike Yakuza men who all wear fancy suits.

‘Intimidating…’ Denji mumbled quietly, then, his memory of visiting Tenshi’s village just
right his morning hit him. The guards… they are muscular and scary as hell, so they could
work as debt collectors! One problem, he doesn’t know if they can understand numbers in
Japanese.

“I have… the right people for this job.”

“Uh huh...” Akane raised an eyebrow with some interest.

“They are black…” Denji didn’t have any other words to describe their skin, but Akane’s
facial expression remained blank. “They’re quite… muscular…” That got her head tilted a
bit, a sign of attentiveness. From his description only, they sounded intimidating, which is
perfect for this job.

However, she was a bit wary about them since they seemed to be foreign, and Yakuza rarely
would hire foreigners. “If you want them to apply for this job, this must go through a
person.” Akane said while wrapping a hand around his neck, earning a confused look from
Denji.

“It’s Sami or Katana-sama?” She chuckled.

Akane had a grin on her face before her hand snuck into his pants, rubbing his cock through
his underwear. It made him groan as he looked at her face. “And that person is me... If you
want to have my approval, satisfy me.”
Denji’s face remained dumbfounded for a few seconds before a confident grin appeared on
his face. That request is surprisingly easy to do. His hand stopped groping her breast to move
a peace sign, though she couldn’t see it because it was hidden by the blanket. “As you wish.”

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“Denji-kam-

“Denji. It’s Denji!” He had to remind them so many times and yet they couldn’t refer to him
as ‘Denji’. The village chief’s guard, now the debt collectors for Yakuza, were trying to put
on a suit with minor difficulty due to their frame.

“Denji-ka… Denji… may we ask why are we wearing these?” One of them asked while
trying to tie his shoes. Luckily, they know how to do math, so it’s good to go now.

“This is our only opportunity to bring benefit to our village. Denji… Denji has brought us
many of his goods, but we should be aware that even with his aid, we must not be lazy and
wait for his arrival, we must work by ourselves!” The village chief gave each of his guards
reassuring pats on the chest.

Akane leaned her head closer to him. “They’re…” She wasn’t sure if she could count on
these guys since they looked uneducated, not only that, but they appeared to not have a good
grasp of the Japanese language. At least, they know how to count and multiply.

After putting on the suit, the debt collectors all bowed at Denji for giving them a job.
Although it’s completely different from catching fish, they were determined to adapt to the
harsh environment. “Will do best, Denji!” With that, they walked behind Akane and started to
search for people who owed money to the Yakuza.

One weird thing, Akane was walking with major difficulty, she just kept holding her hip.
Don’t know why though.

“They’ll be fine.” Denji shrugged his shoulders to the chief, who was a bit worried about the
possibility of his men messing up. “Being huge and muscular is all it takes to be scary. No
idiots would dare to mess with them.”

“If so… we thank you, Denji.” The chief bowed to him. Denji felt so much better after
helping these people, because his mama once said, ‘If you help someone, they will help your
back.’ It’s quite subjective, because even if his mother helped somebody, nothing good came
to her at all.

Well, this time, it will be different.

“Boss, you sure it’s the right one to capture?”

“It’s the blonde one, yes.”

Tomorrow.

Sunday! Denji let out a sigh of relief as he plopped down on the bench in the park. No
studying, but he had to smuggle some weapons today, two deals in this morning. Quite a lot
of money he earned, unfortunately, would be compensated for his father’s debt.

He was still waiting for Akane’s upcoming deal, but it was unlikely that it would happen in a
few hours, so he had nothing else to do now. ‘Maybe I should go to Yuko’s house to learn
math?’ He tore a piece of Shokupan and started to eat it.

Pochita observed Denji from the rooftop, carefully looking around to search for any
suspicious person who could possibly harm him. As he was still patrolling, he saw Kobeni,
whom he realized was Denji’s new teacher, walking out of a bakery shop. She is pretty…
Pochita must admit.

As clumsy as she is, she dropped her wallet unknowingly as she took a left time. Pochit was
now left with two choices, whether he should help her. Or he should focus on his job again.

Or… he would try to get Denji and Kobeni closer and have them fuck. A fucking good idea.

“220000 yen per month is a good amount…” Kobeni wiped the sweat off her forehead and
started to munch her cheap croissant after sitting down on a bench in a park, where Denji was
also in right now. As she was enjoying her bread, her eyes opened wide when she heard some
rapid footsteps coming toward her. “What is that-

An orange dog was running at her at full speed with her wallet being held in its right hand,
but due to how terrifying the sight was, Kobeni screamed, accidentally throwing her bread
away, and started to run away from the creature. “HELP ME!!”

“Woof!” Pochita caught up to her but just decided to stay a few feet behind her. It was hard to
lure him to Denji because she just tried to run to the entrance, so the dog had to block it and
continued to chase her again. ‘Man… she is really fast…’

“HELP ME!!” The passer-by heard her cries for help but didn’t want to get involved since
they were too busy. That certainly made it easier for Pochita to do his thing. After minutes of
chasing and screaming, Kobeni finally ran to the direction Pochita wanted, upon seeing
Denji, Kobeni immediately waved her hands, running faster until she hugged him for
protection.

“Higashiyama-sens-

“HELP ME! DENJI! THERE IS A DOG!!”

“Calm down, Higashiyama-sensei… There’s nothing there.” The scared teacher took a peek
after to see no more dog, just her wallet lying on the stone pathway. Just to be careful, she
looked around, behind, and even above her to see if Pochita was still there. “No dog…”
“I’m… sorry…” She let go of him and bowed. It’s embarrassing for her as a teacher to hold
on to a student to avoid a dog. If Denji ever spread this news, she would kill herself before
the embarrassment could. She went to grab her wallet again, and yet she didn’t know that she
dropped it minutes ago. She deadass thought that she dropped it when she hugged Denji.

“Hungry, sensei?” Denji offered a piece of his milk bread. Kobeni, having thrown her bread
when she freaked out, refused his offer and said that she wasn’t hungry but a low growl
sound caused by her hungry stomach said the other thing otherwise. “You’re definitely
hungry, Higashiyama-sensei?”

“Yeah…” She hesitantly accepted a piece of Shokupan. The smell was quite nice, freshly
baked, she presumed. “St. Gentlemen Bakery, best Shokupan ever. Very cheap too.” That
sounded like a bakery where a severed hand-obsessed serial killer would buy bread.

Kobeni nodded before taking a bite of the Shokupan. “It’s… really delicious!” She didn’t
want to be mean but it was much better than the cheap croissant she had dropped. This
brought a prideful smile to his face.

“Sir, he is with some girl right now.”

“… We must leave no witnesses. Capture the girl too.”

So far, Pochita hasn’t noticed any suspicious activities in this park, but it’s weird that there’s
a group of men in black suits walking in the group. He had a feeling that these people weren’t
friendly so he prepared to attack. A black van also strangely went inside the park and stopped
right beside Denji.

At this point, Pochita realized that they were about to capture Denji, but before Pochita could
even jump off the rooftop, the thugs already swarmed around Denji and began to apprehend
him and Kobeni. “Hey, what the fuck?!” The thugs quickly covered his head with a bag, he
tried to fight back by swinging his legs as hard as he could, hoping to hit the nuts.

“EH!!!” Kobeni didn’t know why she was being also kidnapped by these men, covered, and
thrown into the van. They began to tie Denji and Kobeni’s hands before telling the driver to
start the vehicle.

“Oi! Something is fucking outside!” The thugs didn’t expect to see a dog beating all of the
men outside without any effort. Pochita jumped just in time as the van started to accelerate.
But before his paw could connect to the van, one of the already downed thugs managed to
grab his leg, preventing him from entering the van and causing him to fall to the ground.

Pochita looked in horror as the van sped up and ran away. His eyes went from panicked to
angry as he turned around to see the thug holding his leg. He took out a fedora out of
nowhere and put it on his head, essentially covering his bloodshot eyes. The smile on the
goon’s face dropped.

‘Don’t call the ambulance. Call the funeral service.’

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So, they are the rival gang of the Katana Clan, and they want information about everything he
knows about the said clan, such as where the boss got his weapons from, how much influence
he had in Tokyo, or how much hair he had.

“I told you! I don’t know anything about Yakuza… You got the wrong guy.” The thugs
looked unamused of his response. Realizing that they didn’t seem to buy his lies, Denji
sighed, lying on the ground. The room they were thrown into was dimly lit, designed
typically like an asylum cell. The walls were mossy, and there was only one bed.

Kobeni was cowering in terror in the corner of the bed, her forearms stained by tears. As
much as he felt pity for her, words would not ease her down in the least. They were being
held by dangerous gang members and could be killed at any moment, well, more like after
they squeezed out all of his information.

“Bring out the drug.” The thugs closed the metal peephole before stomping away from the
room. Denji knew that they were going to get the truth serum like in every movie, and then
his attention drifted to the crying Kobeni in the bed.

He isn’t a good comforter, also, he didn’t want to say anything that could make the situation
way worse. The best thing to do now is to wait in silence. Sure, it was awkward sitting here
and doing nothing, but it was better than hearing her annoying cries.

“It’s over…” Kobeni whimpered, her body lightly shaking. As she slowly looked up at him
with teary eyes, she covered her mouth with her hands before tears started to flow out of her
eyes. “Iwilldiehereormayberapedbeforebeingkilled-

She just kept rambling on with a speed he couldn’t catch up, but he managed to catch some
interesting words like ‘enough’, ‘money’, and ‘parents’. Based on these words, he guessed
that Kobeni regularly gave money to her family after receiving a salary. It kinda reminded me
of him selling drugs just so he could pay his mother’s medical expenses.

“Good for you, Higashiyama-sensei… At least you have two parents to miss you while I only
have one.” Denji mumbled, not noticing Kobeni’s wide eyes staring at him in disbelief.

“My parents… never care about me, only the money I bring. It took a lot of time to convince
them to let me go to university, but in exchange, every single yen I make… will be given to
them, no question… What hurt me most… was when they said I should work in the porn
industry because it makes more money…”

Denji’s eyes widened, then squinched, and then they widened in shock again. He now knew
that she was never cared for by her own parents, only her money. It reminded him of
Quanxi’s past, being sold away for some cash. Yes, he knows that there are lives worse than
him, but telling your actual kid to apply to be in porn was so messed up.

“And your brother… He doesn’t send money to your parents?” She shook her head and said
that he had been saving up money for his wedding, and her parents, knowing that, didn’t ask
for his money so as not to disturb their favorite child.

Denji nodded and rested his back against the brick war. “There is indeed…

“No such things as a life free of bad things, except in your dream…”

Just right immediately after she finished the sentence, the thugs opened the metal door and
stepped inside the room. One of them was carrying a pack of something paper-like with two
red lines. “Hold them down.” Denji wasn’t even given a second to react when two men held
his arms while one more was opening his mouth.

“LSD… A wonder.” That guy used a tweezer to grab those pieces of paper before putting it
on Denji’s tongue. This seems… gay. “In case you don’t know, LSD is a drug that, if
overdosed, will cause auditory hallucination, paranoia, and many more. And we will continue
to do so until you tell us everything.” He then forcefully closed his mouth and waited for
Denji to gulp it down.

But it wasn’t that easy for the thugs. After learning how to skillfully do cunnilingus, his
tongue danced around the piece of paper, though sticky, he managed to move the drug and
hide it under his tongue. The thugs opened his mouth and looked for every corner of his
mouth, after confirming that the sticker was nowhere to be found, they began to pack their
things and were ready to leave, until…

“DON’T KILL ME! PleaseIwilldoanythingjustdonotkillme!!” Kobeni feared for her life,

shielding her face with her weak arms while avoiding eye contact with anyone. Her shrieks
irritated the thugs, who had no choice but to knock her out.

The leader looked at the bag of LSD with a scowl. He suspected that hallucinations would
slowly break her mind and shut her up more effectively since she could just scream again
after regaining consciousness. “Hold that bitch down!”

“Don’trapeme!!” Kobeni desperately called for God’s help as the men forcefully opened her
mouth, placing several pieces of LSD into her tongue before violently closing her mouth and
forcing her to gulp it down. This roughness brought tears to her eyes, then it dripped down
her cheek.

Denji watched as the thugs dropped her back on the bed and left the room. “You okay?” He
crawled toward Kobeni, lightly patting her back as she felt her eyes getting a little bit heavy.
She grew so tired that her head kept bobbing up and down. Denji, upon realizing the effect of
the drug, spat out the papers hidden under his tongue.

“Huh?” Kobeni confusedly looked at Denji, then she began to look around the room with
anxiety. “I hear voices… Voices!” Hallucinations kicked in almost immediately, causing her
to hear voices and see weird stuff.
“Want escape?”

“Sex…”

“Then have sex. Will have freedom!”

The voices whispered to Kobeni, who slowly lost her mind, blocking her ears desperately to
ignore them, but the voices got even louder and clearer. They said she had to have sex in
order to escape this place. Kobeni didn’t question the hallucination at all and just stared at
Denji with flushed cheeks.

Oddly, sweats drenched her entire forehead even though the temperature was humid.
Hungrily, she poked out her tongue as her palm laid flat on his crotch, and it freaked him out
because of how sudden she was. “Higashiyama-sensei!” She ignored his protest and started to
undo his buttons.

“Have sex!” She pulled down the zipper. “Must have sex with me! So we can escape!” Denji
knew it was ludicrous because it sounded stupid and baseless. Not only that, it would be
awkward if the thugs caught them having sex in this room. Unfortunately, Obedience Drug…

Denji’s head violently twitched, and ultimately, he nodded. Upon seeing his approval, Kobeni
pulled his pants down, Denji lightly lifting his legs so that she could do it more easily. Once
she throw his pants away, her hands instantly grabbed the waist and pulled it down to his
knee level, slightly frowning as she saw his penis, which was flaccid.

Kobeni knew that she must arouse him in order to get him hard so that they could fuck. But
she doesn’t have a big bosom or a big butt. She is petite and unconfident about her body the
most. Seconds of thinking led her to a new plan: sucking him off.

She knew that her body wouldn’t get him hard as fast as giving him a sloppy blowjob, also,
Kobeni is extremely shy so she wouldn’t go naked, maybe she would only pull her pants to
her knee level at best. Denji was fine with everything, as long as he gets to fuck a pussy.

He let out a satisfied hum when he felt her wet lips making contact with the sensitive glans.
Kobeni began to, slowly and thoroughly, swallowed his cock in her mouth, wetting the soft
rod of meat with her saliva in the process. She ignored the smelly reek built up from sweat
and started to bob her head up and down.

One of her hands held the base of his cock to keep it standing. The blowjob, Denji had no
idea what words to describe it. Her tongue and lips were working great, but the sloppiness
and drool she produced as her head was bobbing around were kinda a mess. It wasn’t a turn-
off to him though.

To be fair, Kobeni had never had sex before since she wasn’t interested in it. College and
family issues prevented her from having a relationship, let alone getting naked with someone
in a bed. She once got invited to a party, after having an awkward conversation with an
infamous fuckboy, he led him to his room as he went to the bathroom to clean himself before
sex. Kobeni, luckily escaping the room before that boy tried to seduce her, took a pack of
toilet paper and left the party.
They said that it was free…

After a while, Kobeni felt a slight chance of hardness of his dick, which seemed to become
bigger than she remembered. She took that as a sign that her doing the right thing and should
keep it up. Seemingly unbothered by his bush, she continued to give him the sloppiest
blowjob that he would remember for the rest of his life.

“Ahhh…” Denji was beyond pleased. Yes, he was aware that he was about to fuck his
substitute teacher but nah, who gives a shit about that? If they were going to be killed by the
thugs, at least they should have some fun before dying in the most gruesome way ever
imagined.

Kobeni’s tongue poked his hard cock all over the shaft, since he was rock hard already, the
dick didn’t bulge. This, however, slightly horrified the girl as she pulled back to observe his
dick standing proud in its erect state. Her eyes remained fixated on the meat member with
shock, mouth a ghastly opening as Denji stroked his dick slowly, coating her saliva all over it.

‘Will…Will it fit…?’ She asked herself mentally and shook her head physically.

Before she could even speak out, Denji leaned toward her a bit before gently grabbing her
head and moving it near his erect cock. Kobeni let out a few whimpers, shaking her head in
protest since she feared how painful it would be if that thing got shoved deep into her throat.
“No no, I will do it gently so don’t worry, Higashiyama-sensei…”

It somewhat eased her down, but she couldn’t get rid of the anxious feeling. As he promised,
Denji tenderly opened her mouth, inserting his cock inside before starting to thrust it. Kobeni
instinctively used her tongue to lick his cock, and her right hand started to jack him off while
the other one fondled his balls.

Denji wasn’t a liar, as he discovered that he accidentally hit her esophagus, he slightly moved
back, memorizing the length of her throat, before thrusting his hips like normal again, just
time more carefully not to choke her. Realizing that Denji had kept his promise, Kobeni’s
body relaxed and she continued to please him.

Kobeni could feel her panties getting slightly wet, as much as she wanted to touch herself
through the fabric to get rid of the itchy sensation, her hands were busy right now. Denji
noticed her irritation and slid his hand from her rib down into her jean, from then, his fingers
began to teasingly rub her folds, clits and slowly dug inside her vagina.

He didn’t expect that Kobeni would react so fiercely to that, considering that her whole body
suddenly shook when his fingers made into a hook shape and continued to rock her inside.
Denji bit his lips as his speed got so much faster. The soft flesh then began to tighten around
his fingers and he could feel his hand getting soaked by her juice. She looked away in
embarrassment when she orgasmed so soon.

Denji didn’t judge her or anything, just kindly her it was okay, nothing wrong. But seriously
why? A woman orgasms too soon and no one bats an eye. But a man busts too soon and
everyone loses their minds.
Silly question aside, he laid Kobeni down on the bed, sweeping all of the dust off the sheet
with his own hand. He didn’t hear any voices behind that iron door, which meant that they
still had some time before the thugs came back again. Like an impatient with his Christmas
gift, Denji hastily undid her buttons, then her zip before pulling her pants down to her knee
level.

Kobeni shyly covered her whole face with her hands, feeling her palms burning from the
sheer heat of her blush as Denji continued to remove her underwear. Just like what he
expected, she was quite bushy, and her labia were wider open because… that’s how it’s
shaped! Having lots of sex doesn’t change your labia!

He didn’t want to waste too much time, so he decided to skip the whole cunnilingus process
and went straight to the penetration. But first, he wanted to make sure that Kobeni was ready,
or she would scream if he just shoved his dick inside of her. “Are you sure you’re okay with
this?”

Kobeni wanted to say not yet, but she wanted to escape this place as soon as possible. She
fiddled with his fingers, eyes staring at the corner of the room and then at him once again. It’s
embarrassing because she was about to lose her first time in a dimly lit room with a boy who
gave her his Shokupan.

A small nod was all Denji saw. Grabbing his hard cock and calming his breathing, the tip of
his dick hit against her vagina before he continued to push it deeper into her vagina. He tried
to go slowly so as not to hurt her or cause her to yelp. It seemed to work, considering that
Kobeni was only lightly wincing.

Her legs started to shake rapidly as she could sense her inside being broadened by his cock, it
hurts in both a pleasant and painful way. Her body became so much hotter as the blush spread
across her body, and blood started to leak out of her vaginal hole when he pulled out.

There weren’t any tissues around, so they had no choice but to continue the session. It wasn’t
a disturbing sight, but it irked them to see blood staining his dick. Denji was no stranger to
this awkward situation as this happened when he fucked Powa. With that said, he shrugged
his shoulders and stuck this dick in her again.

Her blowjob did a great job softening his dick, which easily went inside her pussy again. The
sensation made Kobeni’s mind go blank, and her head jerked back in pleasure as Denji
gripped her wrists while his hips were thrusting deep inside of her until his glans managed to
touch her cervix.

From the look of it, she appeared to be enjoying it. Her tongue was poking out, eyes rolling
back and moans escaping her mouth in a lusful way. Kobeni’s moans were interrupted by her
saliva, which somehow got stuck in her throat, after gulping it down, she exhaled before
moaning again.

Kobeni didn’t know what to commend, she couldn’t tell if she was in control of her own body
or the drug was, but she damn sure knew that she wanted to have some satisfaction and
pleasure after a long time of working her ass out. It was something she had never experienced
before, and she could say it felt great.
 It ain’t as good as the joyful feeling when she received the monthly salary though.

Her hands wrapped around his back, and Denji did the same by moving an arm around her
neck and lifting her up a little bit before giving her smooches on the neck. He didn’t know
why he always went for the neck, but it was better than kissing a mouth that sucked your
cock.

Kobeni’s moans eventually transited into soft whimpers, being attacked by his kisses and
dick, some noticeable hickeys began to form around the neck to her collarbone. He wanted to
take her hairclips off but chose not to as he was about to come anyway.

Denji stopped smooching her neck and sped up his hips, effectively earning loud moans from
Kobeni as her claws drugged into his skin, luckily, her nails weren’t sharp enough to make
him bleed. Her breaths started to get messy and out of coordination, eyes still rolling back,
and oddly, she made two peace signs with her hands.

She knew the moment came when Denji gave her one last thrust so deep that his balls
managed to touch her ass. Then, warmth, she started to feel warm inside her uterus and
immediately guessed that he had come inside of her. Denji’s body ground against her to
squeeze out every single drop of sperm out of his dick.

Yes, Kobeni was aware of how risky unprotected sex was, but tiredness overcame her,
making her powerless to even mutter out a word. She almost immediately drifted off to sleep
the moment Denji pulled out. He wasn’t surprised and immediately started to look for her
clothes.

‘It’s just… weird…’

Then, he heard someone plopping down on the ground just right outside the room. Denji
suspected that the thugs must be entering the room, so he hastily pulled up her pants and
undies, but weirdly, seconds later he didn’t hear any sound again.

Just as he let out a sigh, the door was unlocked, causing Denji to shield his crotch, again,
when he opened his eyes, he saw nothing, just the body of a thug lying on the ground
unconsciously. “What the…? The key was clearly inserted, which means that someone must
have opened the door, not that guy.

Denji took a peek out to see a hallway, something that got his eyes wide was a large amount
of thugs on the ground, all unconscious. There was no sight of a brawl outside as he didn’t
hear any sounds, so someone must have stealthily knocked them out.

“Who did this…? From outside the hideout, Pochita fixed his fedora with a cocky smile.

Chapter End Notes

Phew, this week was pretty rough to me, just glued my ass to the chair for three hours
just so I could finish my powerpoint slides and other subjects in time. Now, I shall move
on to the senpais, such as Tendo, Fumiko and more.

Man, Mha chap 403 finally reveals that Bakugo is alive?! Really?! I don't give a shit
about it. Hori just killed off a fan favorite character and just revived him back, like...
why the fuck did you do that? For shock factor? I remember one year ago, I was reading
Mha as usual until I saw that infamour Bakugou death panel, and I was like "ah cool,
Hori is known for being a pussy for not killing off characters so I won't be surprised to
see Bakugou being revived..."

I just don't give a fuck about Mha now, I really hate all my mha fics passionately. Even
though one of them has way more kudos and hits than all of my Chainsaw Man fics
combined, I still hate it.
 Helping a Girl in Need (Tendo Michiko)
Chapter Summary

Standing sex

Chapter Notes

Why the fuck no one writes Denji/Michiko?! Why do I have to be the first one to write
the majority of rare ships!?

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Higashiyama will be fine. A bit of shock and stress caused her to pass out, though she was
being quite a bit hallucinated due to a high overdose of LSD…” To be honest, Santa had no
clue what was happening when Denji came up to the school, she was there so they both
immediately brought her to the health clinic.

Still, she didn’t really get why Kobeni would take that much LSD to have that risky “acid
trip” Sure, it isn’t as addictive as cocaine or other stuff, but taking that much pellets of LSD
would negatively affect your mind and health. “Strangely, I have noticed… wet spot around
her crotch… Upon taking a drop that leaked out, I noticed it was… semen.”

Santa suspected that she might have been raped, while Denji’s eyes darkened as if he was a
JoJo character. Indeed, he just had sex with Kobeni, consensually. She offered to suck him
off, and he agreed, so it was consensual. He just forgot to clean her up before leaving the
thugs’ hideout.

Then, they just looked at each other… awkwardly. Yes, Santa still remembers the wild sex
they had in this same place last week, and it made her slightly blush, and somewhat ashamed
of herself. A teenager, boy or girl, should never have sex with a teacher. The age gap is too
much, and it shouldn’t be normalized in any media.

But nah, Abe doesn’t give a shit about any of these shits. He would do anything, even if it’s
as cruel as Nanking, to make Japan great again. Like… he straight up forced Denji to
impregnate teenage girls and he was planning to kick the indigenous people out when Tenshi
pukes. That’s so messed up.

Denji, seemingly also remembering that embarrassing intercourse, cleared his throat. His
hands subconsciously rubbed against each other, as another sign of nervousness, and put
them together, lips biting against each other. “About that…”
Santa must admit, it was great, shameful, and embarrassing once Denji’s mother entered the
room. She nodded slightly with her eyebrow raised, then she tapped her head once again
before going back to tend to Higashiyama, who was sleeping peacefully in the bed. “Now, I
shall go back to do my job…”

With that said, Denji excused himself and slowly walked backward to the door. Kobeni was
being tended by Santa, so she would be okay. “Oh hey, Denji…” Just before he could run
away, Santa called him back, waving at him and telling him to get closer, which he did
without hesitation.

Her hands immediately found their way to his chin before she brought his head closer for a
kiss… on the cheek. That act got his eyes slightly widened but didn’t get a blush from him,
unfortunately. “Being a nurse in the biggest school in Tokyo is a hard job, so why don’t you
come over to my house on the weekend?”

This time, a blush appeared on his face. He saw Santa as attractive, but he thought that he
would never have sex with her again after… that day. Meanwhile, Santa didn’t know why she
had said that, maybe she was a little lonely and wanted some excitement, perhaps.

Bu-But… students and teachers should-

“Shut the fuck up.” Abe angrily shook his head before fixing up his ties and suits again since
he was about to give a speech about how Japan’s population was decreasing. How it would
affect the economy and happy index of his country. “Agent P, what happened today… must
not ever happen again.” He looked at his watch with disappointment before shutting it off.

Pochita sighed and turned off his watch, pinching his eyes. Had he been more cautious
yesterday, Denji and Kobeni wouldn’t have been kidnapped by the thugs, but their capture
led them to have sex, so the mission failed successfully.

Nonetheless, he should keep his guard up more, since Denji also works for the Yakuza as a
drug dealer, he can get into unwanted trouble if he isn’t careful. The dog looked at the health
clinic through the windows, cocking his head to the side when he saw Denji chatting with
Santa about something.

The dog sees Kobeni as the most beautiful girl he has seen in his life. Better than Midkima.

“I… hell yeah!” Denji instantly nodded just seconds after that. He could say that he was one
of the luckiest men in the world. Sex with Akane after every deal, sex with Santa on the
weekend, sex with Bimu after each exercise. ‘Man, I love school!’

“And oh, Higashiyama is feeling sick, and the effect of the drug won’t wear off any time
soon. Someone will be replacing her.” It’s funny because Kobeni just started teaching two
days ago, and now she has to take a few days off. A substitute teacher is being replaced by
another substitute teacher.

Wonder who it will be.

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What the fu-

“Good morning, class!” Kishibe cheerfully greeted, but the students were too afraid to even
give him a response. Although he was a vice principal, he still agreed to replace Higashiyama
until she was able to teach again. Their fear wasn’t born out of nowhere, it all had a reason.
“Now, shall we begin our lesson? Who will go first?”

The students immediately opened their books and started to read them books, avoiding the
careful gaze of the strict vice principal. Kishibe stopped beside Bimu, who began to read out
loud the words of the book even faster. A chuckle escaped through his nose, but she wasn’t
the target.

He ignored the athletic girl and moved on to the last rows. At first, he found no one potential
enough to be his prey, some were too bland, and some were too scared and looked away. But
one stood out, Denji.

Kishibe’s eagle eyes darted at Denji, who almost flinched when the vice principal menacingly
stepped toward the student with a cheeky smile. “Looks like we have one already. Denji, why
don’t you come up to the board?” A heavy pat on the shoulder confirmed his fate already.

Sighs of relief filled the round when they realized Denji had become the sacrifice. “Good
luck, Denji!” Reze wasn’t aware of the ‘Kishibe’s method’.

“Jeez…” Shindi shook her head. “You don’t know anything, girl.”

“What do you mean?” Reze asked her, then looked at the young vice principal. To avoid
making a loud noise, she leaned closer to Shindi. “He seems nice and cheerful.”

“That’s what he wants you to think,” Shindi responded with a grimace. “Outside, he may
look friendly, but he is the kind of teacher who strikes fear into the students through any
method. Some of the most unruly students even feared him.”

“Oh…”

Denji groggily stood up from his seat, looked around, and walked toward the blackboard.
After stepping on the platform, Kishibe wrote a set of equations and told him to solve it. It
was… ridiculously easy, so easy that Denji could solve it without making a minor mistake at
all.

Just right as the chalk touched the board, Kishibe leaned closer, whispering something to
him. “I know what you did in the restroom that day, remember? Do you think that I
overlooked and let it go? Having sex within the school vicinity, and it’s my job to make sure
that it won’t happen.”

Denji’s hands stopped on its track, his eyes widening in realization. Indeed, Kishibe just
stood outside the restroom that day, and just left without any words or anything at all. He left
so soon that the three of them thought they were hallucinating, but they actually weren’t.

“Health clinic… that black-haired girl over there, the glasses girl from nearby class, even the
nurse.” He chuckled, shaking his head with a slight smirk as he noticed Denji had yet to write
anything on the board, which is what he wanted. Kishibe wanted to frighten him so that he
could manipulate the boy into what he was about to do. “I have a feeling that you also did the
thing with Higashiyama… Just a guess though.

He knows all.

The teacher’s eyes turned to the still unanswered set of equations, and with a scornful look,
he told Denji to go back to his seat. Before the students backed away, he looked at the vice
principal with concern, seemingly horrified about what he had just said.

Having sex in the school is, indeed, against the rules. The punishment is quite heavy, also.
But the only thing that Denji was concerned, is that his mother would find out he was having
lots of sex. Slowly, eyes wide, Denji shook his head, and Kishibe just shrugged his shoulders.
“Go back to your seat.”

After class.

“You want me to… what?” Denji didn’t quite hear what Kishibe was trying to say. The
teacher’s smile dropped into a disappointed look, and then he huffed and pointed at Quanxi,
who was peacefully having her lunch with Pingtsi and the others. The boy nodded his head
before looking at Kishibe with confusion. “What were you saying again, vice principal?”

“Call me Kishibe-sensei, I prefer someone calling me ‘teacher’ or ‘master’.” Kishibe sat

down in front of Denji and took out his flask before taking a large sip of booze. Instinctively,
he tried to hand the student the flask, which confused him since he was just 17. “Sorry. My
bad.”

“What are you here for, Kishibe-sensei?” The boy was rather baffled as the vice principal
cleared his throat, his eyes looking at Quanxi then at him, but with a pleading look on his
face. “Quanxi-sensei… you-

“Exactly.” Kishibe pointed at Denji, running his hand through his black hair before he took
another sip. “She is basically my type, and I want you to help me.” Denji was sure it wasn’t a
good idea to hit on Quanxi at all, since she is a lesbian. Men who tend to be too flirty, like
Kishibe, would annoy her very fast.

“I don’t thi-

“You don’t think that she isn’t gonna fall for me, right?” Denji’s mouth was left hanging open
while Kishibe was boasting his handsomeness and look. Yeah, the vice principal was
abnormally young in age, just 25 instead of 40. Despite the age, he was quite good at doing
his job.

Still, Denji was confident to say that it wouldn’t work, not in the least. But he didn’t quite
know why out of all people, the vice principal would pick him like he was no one special. He
doesn’t even have a girlfriend. “Why me, Kishibe-sensei?”

“You managed to get into not one, but three girls’ pants already.” So far… It’s more than
three but whatever. “So… I would like to hear some of your advice.” Kishibe took another
sip and closed his flask.

Denji, blinking a few times in disbelief, rubbed his eyes before turning his attention to
Quanxi, who accidentally made eye contact with him and waved at him, he waved back, but
this, made Kishibe lightly frown.

“I’m sorry, Kishibe-sensei… but I can’t help you hit on Quanxi-sensei because-

“I will call your mother and tell her about everything… Every single thing that happened in
the health clinic.” Kishibe glared at him with his finger pointed at Denji, who shut himself up
as Kishibe raised three fingers, signifying three intercourses the boy had in this school.
“So…?”

He would be fucked in both situations but telling his mother to know about him having sex is
not what he wanted. It’s not like she would have a heart attack once she heard the news, but
he feared that she would look at him with a different look. Without any other choices, he
nodded his head in agreement.

This brought a smile to Kishibe, who extended his hand for a handshake, and Denji complied
with his face down.

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To be honest, Denji doesn’t know what to do. He isn’t the flirty type or even remotely
handsome like Kishibe, or hunky like Seigi so basically, you can say Denji’s face is plain-
looking, except for his naturally blonde hair.

To his mama, he is the handsomest motherfucker in this entire universe.

A long hum vibrated Denji’s throat as the boy rubbed his chin in thought while Kishibe was
sitting in front of him. Quanxi is downright impossible to rizz up unless you’re a woman. The
boy knew that Kishibe wouldn’t succeed, since the vice principal said that he would protect
Denji from being discovered having sex while they were rizzing up Quanxi, he would abuse
that to his advantage.

“First thing first… you don’t go up to her and say she’s pretty or her eyes are beautiful.”
Denji never did that, so he doesn’t know if it really works or not. “You can get acquainted
with her through many things else… maybe helping when she is having a problem…
maybe.”

Kishibe had doubts about this, but knowing that Denji effortlessly persuaded two female
students and a nurse into having sex with him, he didn’t question his knowledge and
continued to listen. Still, he was unsure.

The vice principal held up his hand to stop Denji from continuing the tips. At this point, his
tips were baseless and they don’t relate to sex at all. Kishibe doesn’t want to have Quanxi as
her girlfriend, he just sees her as a pretty woman and wants to have a one-night stand before
moving on.

“If it really works, prove it.” Kishibe crossed his arms. The sudden change of expression and
tone caused Denji to stop on his track and start to question his own tips too. They weren’t the
reason why he got laid. “Choose a girl,” He urged Denji, who was about to go to Yuko or
Bimu, but then the vice principal stopped him. “If you choose any of the girls you have sex
with, the deal’s off.”

“Yeah yeah…” Not good, his rizz isn’t good at all, and the percentage of him getting a girl is
low. Lower than his first-year grades. ‘How about Shindi-

“No no no.” The vice principal seemed to have read Denji’s mind, giving the student a few
taps on the shoulder with a chuckle. “I know that you might have done the deed with more
than three girls already, but I suspect that you haven’t done anything with the senpais, am I
right?

Kishibe was right about that. He never interacted much with the third years. Since they are
older, they would be more mature and it’s gonna be harder to get into their pants. “Prove that
your tip works. Three-no, four. Four girls at least.”

This is gonna be a hard challenge for Denji. From outside the school vicinity, Pochita readied
his tranquilizer gun and some aphrodisiac-filled darts. The dog was aware that Denji
wouldn’t succeed. ‘It’s been a few days I haven’t used this.’

After that, during the break time, Denji and Kishibe both walked around the school vicinity,
hoping to find any third-year girls who were having trouble. But to their luck, they nearly
found no one at all. No girls having trouble dealing with homework or chores, which is
unfortunate for Denji.

“But really, Kishibe-sensei? You just want to bed Quanxi-sensei and then leave?” A nod
confirmed Denji’s suspicion. The vice principal is not exactly loyal, he is a playboy who hops
between women and more women. So far, Quanxi is the most attractive woman he has ever
seen. She is Chinese, also, and he wanted to have a feel for other foreign women.
“Why linger one woman while you can multiple?” He took a sip of his flask, a satisfying ‘ah’
escaped his mouth and he hid his booze again. Kishibe got used to the smell of booze at a
young age, so much so that his face didn’t become bright red when he got drunk. “Just like
you, kiddo. More than three is already quite a feat.”

But at least Denji is still friends with them. He and Bimu usually train physically stuff, and
they have sex after that. Yuko teaches him maths while Shindi occasionally gives him some
gifts, and then they have sex…and then they have sex after that. Sure, he had tons of sex, but
he at least didn’t leave them to find another woman.

After a while of aimless walking around the halls, Denji stopped abruptly, almost causing
Kishibe to bump behind him. “Found one already?” He saw Denji’s moving vertically,
meaning it was a nod. The vice principal peeked his head to see a third-year with a scar
running across her right cheek to her nose. Kishibe observed that she was having trouble
lifting up the heavy piles of boxes. “Well, tip 1, it is.”

Denji snapped his neck before walking toward the troubled student. “Hey, you need help?”
She turned her head around with a soft sigh of exhaustion, after a moment of hesitation and
consideration, she finally nodded, and Denji immediately crouched down to lift up the boxes.
By the Elder Gods, they’re heavy!

“I don’t really know who you are but… thank you for helping me, I guess.” She patted him
on the back and walked beside Denji, who wanted to trick his body into not sweating but
failed miserably. “You second-year, I presume?” A nod from Denji answered her question,
her eyebrow slightly tilted in interest. “Still, thank you.”

“Yeah yeah, a gentleman never let a girl deal with a hard problem.” That got a chuckle from
her, but Denji was aware that she was amused, not interested in him. Kishibe, from afar,
seemed to slowly lose his truth about Denji. That urged him to continue the conversation. “So
where do I bring these to?”

“Oh, all of these are going to the meeting room. We will be having a meeting to discuss the
incoming school festival held this month, just right after the second half semester ends.” She
pointed at the end of the hall. “The Disciplinary Committee’s members are already there, and
I would still be struggling with those boxes if it weren’t for your help.”

“I am, too, the Committee’s member.” He noticed that her eyes widened in surprise. In fact,
he was actually a newcomer whose job was to check on students’ uniforms daily, not to do
papers or meet with the teachers to discuss about stuff. Denji wasn’t exactly needed to attend
the meeting, it’s optional, after all.

“You are the new guy who deals with the students at the gate, right?” After seeing his nod,
she groaned and patted him on the back, almost causing him to drop the boxes. “I gotta tell
you, I was assigned to do your job when I was in my second year, and it was a big mess!”

And just like that, she rambled about how tiresome and exhausting to do that job a year ago,
she mentioned that she had to deal with the feral blonde girl, who is Powa, apparently. Or that
one time, she caught a pair of students about to remove their clothes, but then Makima-sensei
appeared and told them to go back to their class.
“It was… wild!” After exclaiming that out loud, she sighed before holding out her hand as an
apology for the monologue. “Sorry, it was just that… Name’s Tendo Michiko.” She offered a
handshake, upon realizing that his hands were busy, she cleared her throat, apologizing.

“Just call me Denji.” She found it strange that he didn’t mention his family name, but she
isn’t the type who dwells deeper, so she just ignored the question in her head. “But you’re
right, checking on students’ uniforms daily drains my sanity…” It’s a bit better now, Cosmo
cosplaying less, Powa finally wearing the uniform in the way it was supposed to be, and still
Princi brings tarantulas...

“I know your struggle… Also, all of the meetings and my club really tire me, like I just want
to take a long sleep… Away from all of the studying…” Yep, Denji would rather have sex for
12 hours straight rather than listen to Tanaka-sensei for two periods.

“And I just want to lay on my bed, with my phone full battery, and binge-watch the whole
show The Boys.” Unknowingly, the random exclamation of Denji managed to catch
Michiko’s attention, her head turned to him with breakneck speed, which somewhat scared
Denji.

“You know of the show too?!” She unexpectedly leaned closer to him with eyes wide in
interest. To be fair, Denji didn’t expect she would react this fiercely, maybe she hated or- “I
love that show! The Boys was a fantastic show, sure, season 3 was a bit lackluster, but oh
boy, Jensen… he is so handsome!”

Denji’s eyes darted around the hall as Michiko suddenly went on a full ramble just to
acknowledge how cute Hughie was, how sexy Butcher was, or how well Starr performed as
Homelander, so good that the actor was arrested in Spain for method acting, or not…

Kishibe took note of that. ‘Always find a common thing about your crush.’

“The comics suck.”

“You like reading comics or something like that?”

“Well yeah, like hell, I don’t even have TikTok, all of the girls and pretty boys in this school
all download it but I don’t. I like mangas and comics, preferably DC while I like MCU.”

“Guardian of the Galaxy saga and the new Spider-Man movie is peak,” Denji added.

“Truly, that new film is miles better than Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man 2.” Michiko is based. She
doesn’t allow nostalgia to blind her mind, sure, Spider-man 2 is good, the best of Raimi’s
trilogy, but Across the Spider-Verse had better build-up, foreshadowings, and characters.

They got so distracted that they unknowingly passed through the meeting room’s door.
Luckily, Tanaka-sensei cleared his throat, bringing the two students back to the real world
and they both walked back. “Denji, you here too?”

“I…
“He helped me bring these, Tanaka-sensei.” Michiko stepped up and explained it to the
teacher, who nodded before telling both of them to enter the room. Upon entering, Denji saw
nearly one student sitting around a large wooden oval-shaped table, the only one he
recognized was his class prez, who was checking on the list of activities for October.

“Nothing much for this meeting. We will just be arranging the schedules and rework a lot
more things. Just me and Denji’s class prez are enough.” Tanaka nodded with a smile, but
Denji felt kinda uneasy about this, considering that the class prez looked almost distressed
and her hands were tightly gripping the lists.

Something isn’t right here.

Michiko seemed to not realize the dark intention of Tanaka and nodded, before urging Denji
to leave the place, she sighed, relaxing her shoulders. “Don’t you feel anything strange about
Tanaka-sensei?”

“No. What would you think like that?” Michiko yawned with her hand covering her mouth.

"He maybe-

“Don’t be silly, Denji. Tanaka-sensei has been teaching in this school for 15 years. He is
beloved by many students, although he has a short temper, his kindness overshadows it.”
Michiko believed that Tanaka-sensei would never do something heinous as coursing Denji’s
classmate, not at all. If that actually happened, the image of a good teacher he had built
would crumble.

“Okay…” Still, Denji found his smile and actions a little suspicious. Unknowingly, right
behind them, Pochita crawled through the dirty ventilation system, poking his head out of the
hole and jumping down on the ground. After spotting Michiko and Denji, he found the
perfect opportunity.

He took out his tranquilizer gun and shot it right at Michiko’s neck, at first, she only felt a
sensation like a fire ant’s bite, but then her eyes got heavier until she temporarily passed out.
“Wait… what’s wrong, Tendo-san?” Denji checked on her as she groaned.

A smile spread Pochita’s face, but it disappeared when he heard rapid footsteps from behind
the turn. He realized that he wasn’t fast enough to crawl back to the vents, so he opted to stay
hidden in the meeting room, where he found something disturbing.

"I found… these.” Tanaka placed lipstick, a nail polish bottle, and brushes on the table. The
class prez looked down in shame because she was caught bringing makeup to school, which
is against the rules. “If this gets reported to Hayakawa or the principal, you can get in big
trouble.”

Pochita sneakily hid in the hidden spot, carefully observing the teacher’s weird movements.
“I’m sorry, Tanaka-sensei! Please don’t punish me…” She bowed, head lightly slamming on
the table, oddly, the teacher merely chuckled before stepping closer to the student, hands
placed on her shoulders.
“There’s one way to let this go.” A sinister smile appeared on the teacher’s face as he
seductively rubbed his hands on her shoulders and down to her elbows, feeling her tiny arms
through that uniform. Just before his hands could reach her belt, a sharp ‘ah’ was heard from
the teacher’s direction, and he fell down on the ground.

“Huh?” The class prez looked down to see the teacher already passed out cold on the floor,
droll leaking out of the corner of his mouth. “Tanaka-sensei?” A quiet, high-pitched bark
attracted her attention, and she saw an orange door sitting near the door, using its cute paw to
scratch it.

She immediately realized the dog wanted to leave the room, it’s funny because she didn’t
even question why a dog was there and Tanaka suddenly passed out, but she was glad that
nothing bad happened to her in that room. After she left the room with her makeup tool,
Pochita locked the door from outside with a scornful look before escaping the school via the
ventilation system.

Back to Denji, he carried Michiko in a bridal position to the health clinic, which was very far
away. Luckily, her eyes opened again, and the first thing she saw was Denji’s concerned face.
“You okay?”

“Ahh… my head. It rings like hell…” She blinked multiple times but couldn’t get rid of the
sleepiness. Weirdly, the feeling of needing a long sleep was gone, replaced by horniness. She
flushed, cheeks becoming bright red as she hopped out of his hold, constantly looking around
for a room.

“Tendo-san?” Denji cocked his head to the side when she turned around, her face carrying a
smirk as she suddenly pulled him closer to her and seductively, more like forcefully, kiss him.
The boy was utterly confused, but he accepted it, nonetheless. He began to look around the
hallways, no Kishibe in sight, most likely he went out to buy more booze.

Her hot breaths hitting on his neck were a reminder of the real ‘problem’. When Denji said to
help her solve the problem, he didn’t think that it would be Michiko, not the boxes. He lightly
stepped forward, pushing her to a door, which opened when Tendo clashed against the door.

Denji’s hand took a moment to lock the door before continuing to kiss her. Through
experience, he needed only one hand to take off her belt while the other started to remove his
pants. Her barrage of kisses on his neck and cheeks didn’t slow him down, but on the
contrary, it excited him, urging him to undress her faster.

“Do it fast, will ya? Breaktime is gonna end soon.” Denji was aware that they only had ten
minutes before the bell rang, so unfortunately, he had to skip the oral sex and had to go
straight to the point. He was a tad bit disappointed, but he didn’t complain due to the
situation.

So he indemnified by giving her a long, sloppy kiss as a replacement for cunnilingus, Tendo
answered the kiss with her tongue, which danced around with his as the boy started to pull
down her panties to her knees. Their kissing didn’t stop, and it got fiercer as Denji’s fingers
hungrily inserted inside of her vagina, earning a moan from her.
His fingers, like an instinct, curved upward, touching the spongily soft part of her vagina,
gently pressing and rubbing it with his middle and ring fingers. Their kissing session got
interrupted by Tendo’s moan caused by the sensation of her pussy being fingered. Denji
stopped giving her smooches and leaned down to suck on her neck and collarbone in order to
stimulate her.

He tenderly pressed her against the wall, kicking the nearby chair away before focusing back.
Her moans seemed to only fuel him, judging his hand’s speed and how hot her body was
growing. He placed his cheek right on her heart to feel the warmth and her heartbeat, which
was unimaginably fast. Feeling that his fingers were soaked in her juice already, Denji knew
that the main course was about to happen.

Tendo didn’t have a second to react when Denji suddenly stopped fingering her and lifted her
up, making her subconsciously wrapping her arms and legs around him so that she wouldn’t
fall on her butt. Rolling up her skirt and pressing her firmly on the wall once again, Denji
pulled down his pants, belt loosened enough to easily slide down his legs and freed his semi-
erect cock out.

Due to the angle, she couldn’t have a glimpse of his cock, which she presumed was normal-
sized at first. With both of his hands supporting her weight, Denji guided his cock to her
entrance and inserted inside without any careful preparation since they don’t have much time
left.

The abrupt penetration made her yelp in pain and pleasure. Tendo’s breathing became more
chaotic when Denji thrust deeper into her womb, poking her cervix as his body ground
against hers. Denji had to fix her posture a bit before he could move his hips freely, as she
was pretty wet, his dick was lubricated, thus he could move without much of a problem.

Despite being heavier than the boxes, somehow Denji still carried her effortlessly, as if she
didn’t feel heavy at all. Maybe it has to do with something called hysterical strength, which
could only be activated when prompted by a life-threatening situation, or in this case, sex.
With her limbs wrapped around his neck and waist, Denji’s hands moved on from her bottom
and found their way to her bosom and started to rub it, planting his face on her pinafore to at
least have a feel of her chest size.

“You’re cute~” Tendo commented before bringing his lips closer to hers, and Denji
obediently complied. Eyes closed, his left traveled from her boobs to her face, running his
thumb across her scar. The small act surprised Michiko, who looked at him with her mouth
opened. Denji’s eyes made eye contact with her, but he didn’t say anything as his thumb kept
running across her scar as an act of affection, then it moved down to her lips before he
brought her head closer for a soft kiss.

She noticed that his thrust paces reduced significantly. Initially, he rammed his whole hip
against her ass, giving her painful pleasure due to the deep penetration, but now he is moving
his hip much slower, it became more gentle and passionately loving.

A grin was brought to her face, she was quite impressed by his skills, both in emotional and
physical aspects. Denji looked at the clock hanging on the wall and noticed that they only had
four minutes. Time seems to move faster whenever you’re doing exciting things.
 Denji knew that he had to finish fast, so he decided to slowly pick up the pace for Tendo to
get used to his speed. His mouth found her neck again, and he began to smooch over it, on
the collarbone, jaw, and cheeks. Her walls seemed to rather tighten around his cock, making
it harder for him to move his hips, but it made him feel better. The tighter she became, the
harder he had to thrust in, and the harder he thrust, the closer he was brought to orgasm.

Tendo knew the moment came when she could feel Denji’s body vibrate, then warmth spread
across her inside, making her feel satisfied and her eyes closed with a long sigh. She was
beyond tired, but strangely, her hands still had enough strength to hold on to Denji. The boy,
with a groan, slowly pulled out, watching as a few drops of semen dripped out of her vagina
and onto the floor.

After a while, his cock lost its erect state and softened, Denji could feel some drops of semen
still in his peehole, but since he didn’t wanna cause a mess in this room, he quickly pulled up
his underwear again, letting the post-cum stain it. “It was great… Mind if we do it again
someday?”

Without hesitation, Denji nodded before bringing her closer for a kiss again. Now, the funny
thing is… they were having sex in the room where Tanaka passed out. They were lucky that
the teacher was so deep in sleep that he wouldn’t know of the wild stuff Denji and Michiko
did, but Kishibe would know.

Because he was literally standing in front of the room. “Seems like tip 1 works…”

Chapter End Notes

Sorry everyone. This chapter is short because a storm hit and flooded my city. Didn't
have enough time to come up with anything unique because I was busy cleaning up my
house.

There has been a misunderstanding. Instead of two semester, Japanese high schools
actually have three. The first from April to August, the second from September to
December, and the third from January to March. At best, Denji is preparing for the
second midterm exam instead of the first.

Oh, Kishibe is young in this fic. He is 25 years old vice principal, which doesn't make
sense but whatever. So yeah, the four girls Kishibe dared Denji to bed are Tendo, that
one tomboy girl from the epsiode where Himeno puked on Denji's mouth, that one
sleepy girl in Part 2 and finally Fumiko

Well, I don't know if I should write a chapter where Denji doing all of the senpais at
once. Yes, I did promise you guys I would do a Denji/Yuko/Shindi and
Denji/Reze/Asa/Yoru. I still remember the promise.

Also, Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse>>>>>>Spider Man 2. I don't let nostalgia

blind my judgement.
 Sleepy Girl (Shoko)
Chapter Summary

Cunnilingus, No Penetration.

Warning: mentions of urination (It's not my kink I'm just trying to make the sex more
realistic)

Chapter Notes

If you wonder who the girls is, she appeared only once in chapter 99. Man, Fujimoto
really knows how to draw cute background character...

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChainsawMan/comments/14dxxtp/just_a_quick_random_draw
ing_of_this_sleepy_girl/

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“It worked…”

“It worked.” Denji grinned at Kishibe, whose facial features maintained its semi-surprise
expression. The vice principal was kinda surprised when he heard moans from the room. The
tip did get him laid fast. “How did you do that?”

“Luck and effort would get the job done.” To be fair, Denji doesn’t even know how Tendo
got horny for no reason, like many other girls he had met. It’s unusual, eerie but Denji didn’t
wanna complain. Free sex, after all. “And most importantly, opportunity.”

Kishibe relies a lot on his looks and words to bed girls, and he doesn’t wait for an
opportunity. Women at bars, sober or drunk, easily go to bed with him, have sex and then he
leaves. Rinse and repeat. He had so many one-night stands that he couldn’t count how many
women he had intercourse with.

Denji took a sip of his Coke. They were, once again, sitting in the cafeteria, discussing the
third year. So far, Denji had only done one, which means three more to go. Although he got
in Michiko’s pants fairly easily, the boy knew that he wouldn’t be lucky at the next
challenges.

No worry, because Pochita was already in the school, holding a dart gun in his paws. He got
lucky yesterday for not getting caught by Kishibe, who also suspected that someone, more
like a third-party person, had infiltrated the school. The teacher had a theory that the hidden
person was helping Denji, but he had no concrete proof to accuse the boy.

“So, found anyone? Moreover, what’s the second tip?” Kishibe ran his hand through his black
hair as Denji rubbed in chin, scratching the side of his head. Denji hadn’t made up any more
tips yesterday since he was too busy tending to his mother. “The first one is to help the girl
when she has a problem. Got it.”

He had to utilize all of his brain cells to think of the second tip, while he was still too deep in
thought, a girl walked up near Kishibe and tapped him in the shoulder. "Hey, uncle. What are
you chatting with Denji about?” She put her hands on her hip then Kishibe lightly waved his
hand to tell her to fuck off his sight.

“Adult stuff. Now go away.” The vice principal coldly ordered her to leave this table alone,
but she just let out a chuckle as she began to ask him about his alcohol addiction and how it
would affect his health. Kishibe didn’t pay one mind to it and took a sip of his flask.

Upon hearing a female voice, Denji looked up to see a girl who had nearly identical features
to Kishibe standing right beside the booze-addicted man. Her smirk and eyes are like copy
and paste from Kishibe, minus she has boobs. Kishibe, upon realizing that Denji was gonna
aim at his niece, pointed at him with eyes staring at the boy’s soul.

“Okay okay! I won’t…” He will, soon. “But I don’t know you, how do you know my name?”
She just shrugged her shoulders before taking out her name and showing him a video of
Denji sneakily trying to climb the fences. Yes, it was a few months ago, but somehow she
still keeps it.

“You are quite famous for being in the first place from the bottom of every list, it would be
strange if I didn’t recognize you.” Kishibe didn’t care about Denji sneaking out of class, to be
honest. “I assume you don’t know me so… My name is Yoshida Hiromi.”

“Denji…” One question, is Kishibe’s last name ‘Yoshida’? Or is it something else? “Wow…
You’re kinda beaut-” Suddenly, his words were cut short when he felt pressure from
Kishibe’s stare. It was so heavy that it could crush a submarine with a capacity of 5 people.
Denji bit his lips tight, eyes looking up and down to the vice principal as a nod.

“Good.” Kishibe’s body relaxed as he took another sip. “And what are you here for, Hiromi?”
The girl just smiled before showing her phone to him, upon taking the device, he saw a
message of some random woman texting her niece about the intercourse she had with him.

Kishibe now realized that it was one of the women he met at the bar at some point, together,
they had a great night, and then he left, of course. After that, the woman tried to contact him
for some reason, but he blocked her on every social account. So, without any choice, she
found his niece’s account and convinced Hiromi to call him.

“And this is the fourth woman this week already.” Unfortunately, it wasn’t the first time she
had received their messages. Kishibe didn’t want to confront any of them because of his
‘one-night stand rule’.
“Tell her that I’m busy.” Kishibe wanted to have a cigarette, but he realized that they were in
the cafeteria so he decided not to smoke here. Hiromi knew that persuasion wouldn’t work on
her uncle, so she gave up and turned off her phone. “I should have unfriended you on every
social account.”

“I mean… a woman once came up to me and said that I looked like you… It’s only a matter
of time until they find out your workplace.” Hiromi put her phone back in the bag. Weirdly,
the school doesn’t forbid bringing mobile phones unlike every other school in Japan but they
have a special rule against sex.

Denji wondered if they were father and daughter due to their uncanny features. It’s
impossible since there is only an eight-year gap but he couldn’t help it to think that. Their
smirk, mannerisms, tone, face, and body language are the same. “I don’t think it’s a good idea
to avoid them, Kishibe-sensei.”

“What?” The vice principal took out his flask, spinning the cap to open it. “They are one-
night stands to me, and just like I said, I don’t wanna linger around one woman.” Plus, what
if one of the women accidentally got pregnant? He doesn’t want to burden himself financially
more with child support.

How the fuck is this guy the vice principal of this school with that kind of personality and
mindset? It’s a good thing he isn’t interested in this school’s teachers and students, except for
Quanxi, but the fact that he fucks and runs kinda bugged Denji off. Knowing that words can’t
change him, the boy decided to stay silent.

“Other than that…” Hiromi took Kishibe’s flask before he could drink the booze. “Mom said
the limit is only two sips a day. No more.” She shrugged her shoulder and closed the flask,
much to his disappointment, but his sister’s order was absolute. It's not like he fears her, more
like respects her enough to obey her wish.

And he is vice principal of Fourth East High School, the biggest school in Tokyo, he
wouldn’t want anyone to know that his mouth smells like alcohol.

Hiromi knew that her uncle would sneakily drink somewhere after this, and she wouldn’t be
present due to having to study in her class so she had an idea. As her attention shifted to
Denji, a smile spread across her beautiful face as she stepped toward him.

The boy knew that she was looking at him, but out of fear of Kishibe, he decided to avoid eye
contact. Hiromi started to poke him in the forearms, and it immediately got his attention,
though he still didn’t dare to gaze at her. “A deal, shall we make?”

Kishibe was confused. Denji’s eyes blinked, and they fixated on the smirking Hiromi.
“Okay… What is it?” She showed him the flask and pointed at Kishibe, whose eyebrows
deepened as his niece slightly crouched down until her mouth was right next to his left ear.
“Can you help me control his alcohol addiction?”

“I mean…” Denji’s eyes slowly darted to the vice principal. “There is no way-

“I’m sure you can do it. If you succeed, I will let you do anything to me.”
“I will do it.” Kishibe’s eyes widened, then he glared at Denji with an angry expression,
finger pointed at him. It’s not directly caused by the Medicine’s effect, but it fueled his desire
to have sex more by accepting her offer. If he fails, nothing will happen to him. But if he
succeeds, he will get to have sex.

Kishibe looked at his niece in disbelief as she handed him back the flask, but the vice
principal was too stunned to even drink it. “Oh hell no, you aren’t gonna do that thing with
her.”

“But she promised… Accepted it already.” Kishibe had no right to beat up Denji on the spot
since Hiromi offered him a deal herself. Of course, he wouldn’t want anyone to violate his
sister’s daughter like that. So, as a result, he immediately opened the flask and was about to
take a huge chug, but a mere name stopped him.

“Hello, mom. Yeah, Uncle Kishibe has been trying his best not to drink booze at school and
he is doing well. It would be a shame if he started to go into some hidden corners and secretly
drink his alcohol.” Hiromi turned back with a smirk and hung up her phone after bidding her
mom goodbye. Yes, Kishibe would indeed do that, that’s why she needed Denji to monitor
him.

Not good, his body would stop working if he didn’t have any alcohol for a long period of
time. At best, he could only last six days without any booze. Sure, he could distract himself
with sex with some women who he wouldn’t bother to remember names, but booze… They
are something essential to his life.

“Kishibe-sensei… I’m sure that…” Denji picked up some dirt stuck under his nails. “Quanxi-
sensei wouldn’t want to kiss someone whose mouth reeks of alcohol.” The mockery got one
of his veins popped out of his forehead, but he controlled his anger since he didn’t want to
destroy his image of a calm and reasonable person.

“Get to the point, what is the second tip?” Oh shit, Denji’s smile dropped and he returned to
his thinking pose. Hiromi waved them goodbye and then left without minding the ‘adult
conversation’. Kishibe’s foot tapped against the floor at a steady pace.

“Ahh ughh… The second tip is… to find a common between you and the girl, I think…”
Now, that got his eyebrow raised, but he was kinda hooked and was eager to hear more.
"Like... after using the first tip, which is helping her, you must engage in a conversation with
her to find out more about what she likes, and what she hates."

"So that we could stretch the conversation longer by using that knowledge?" Denji nodded.
Kishibe subconsciously opened the flask and then immediately shut it once he remembered
about Hiromi. 'Curse you...'

He could use the second tip to get close to Quanxi. A woman like her, mysterious yet drop-
dead gorgeous, she doesn't deserve anything like cheap lipsticks. A woman like her deserves
something noble. Kishibe started to daydream of a scenario in his head, imagining himself in
bed with Quanxi, nake-
"Kishibe-sensei?" Denji's voice brought him back to the real world. Although his imagination
was cut short, he wasn't mad since he knew he was steps closer to turning that reverie into
reality. He might have to buy a new perfume or perhaps change his hairstyle to make him
look younger. "Now prove it. Pick a third-year."

When Denji was about to stand up, he was instantly touched on the back from behind.
Judging by the hand's size, he guessed that it was a girl, hoping that she was a third-year.
"Hey, can you help me do a thing? I'm too tired."

"Sure..." He turned around to see a girl, shorter than him and black-haired. What surprised
him was that she looked sleepy and tired as fuck, considering how darkened her eye bags
were. Like shit, she looks like she hadn't had any sleep for two years at least. "What job will
it be, miss?"

Kishibe was aware of the business of Denji, which is 'give me money and I will do anything
for you' or something like that. From what he had heard, Denji earned quite a lot of money
sneaking in pornography or makeup tools. The tired girl just handed him a ridiculous amount
of paper with a stamp, along with some sticks of wax. At first, he wasn't sure if this was an
illusion or what, but the weight on his hands already answered that. "Stamp all of that for me,
after that, I will pay you 2500 yen."

Not much for this job, still Denji accepted the deal. Then, the sleepy girl went to the counter
to order some coffee while Denji was staring at the stack of papers, eyes wide in horror.
"Holy shit... This much..."

"So... how can you use the second tip on that third-year girl?" Upon hearing the 'third year',
Denji immediately had an excellent idea in mind. Just like what he had said before, to find a
commonality between them, he wanted to add one more piece of advice for that tip.

Imitate or copy her in some way.

Much to Kishibe's confusion, Denji suddenly took out a pencil from his bag and took out a
pencil. "What are you doing?" The boy didn't respond, instead, he lightly tapped the tip of the
pencil against his index finger, which was stained with black lead. Kishibe's eyes narrowed as
he realized Denji's dangerous intention. "I recommend you don't do that."

"What?" Denji lather a small amount of lead under his eye bags, he was aware of how
dangerous lead can be if directly applied to eyes so he only used a very small amount and
rubbed it as far away from the eyes as possible while still making it realistic.

"You're trying to imitate that girl's sleepiness? Huh... I thought that you said to find the
similarity between you and her..."

"Or you can try to create a common between you and her." Denji grinned, narrowing his eyes
a bit to make his face look sleepier. The amount of lead he added wouldn't harm him unless
he rubbed his eyes too hard. Still, Kishibe was worried for the boy's health, 'cause if he died,
who would help him rizz up Quanxi?
Someone unlucky enough walked passed Denji's table, and the blonde boy immediately
grabbed his hand, pointing at the cup of coffee on his tray. "Can you gimme that?"

"Nah, man. I paid like 500 yen-" He quickly silenced himself when Denji took out 1000 yen.
"But this is the last cup of coffee-" Denji moved his fingers to reveal another 1000 yen
beneath that 1000 yen from earlier. "Aight, it's yours." The student happily accepted Denji's
2000 yen before placing his cup of coffee on the table and then left without any other words.
Denji wasn't gonna drink that coffee since he was not a fan of it, and it was for her anyway.

Just as he picked up the stamp, the girl returned to the table with a disappointed face. "Damn,
out of coffee." She looked down at this table, slightly frowning when she saw only three
papers had been stamped, but what attracted her attention was his black eye bags. Although
she didn't see anything like that a few minutes ago, she just assumed that her mind was
playing tricks on her.

"Man... I'm really tired...' Denji faked a groan, head slumping down as he tried to reach for
the cup of coffee, something she had been wanting to have. "Oh..." Denji looked at her with
his mouth slightly hanging in surprise. "Want some coffee?"

Her tired eyes widened in shock, but she accepted the coffee nonetheless. She loves coffee
just like how much Kishibe loves alcohol because it is something essential to her life. She
pulled the chair back and sat down beside Denji, who (fake) tiredly stamped the papers.

Not only that, the coffee was hot, which is her favorite as it could make her body hotter, thus,
she could stay awake much longer. "Thank you. Never had I felt this refreshing..." She's...
still the same, that tired and slow tone, her eyes still squinched as if she was on the verge of
going to sleep already. “Thank you for the coffee.”

“Nothing much…” Weirdly, it confused her when Denji just put the cup of coffee aside
despite his tired state. “Lack of sleep is a bitch to deal with… Even five cups of coffee is not
enough to keep me awake for an hour.” She nodded with her eyes closed, trying to rest for a
few seconds before opening it again.

To be fair, her condition was quite rare so she would never think that she could find someone
having the same sleep disorder. It made her feel less lonely, I guess. “My name is Shoko…
Nice to meet you.”

“Denji…” While his sleepy eyes were looking at her, his hand was stamping the paper
accurately without having to look at it. The job was fairly easy, just took a very long time to
get it done. “How long have you been like this, Shoko? Few days?”

“Years, actually.” She sighed, rubbing her tired eyes before taking his cup of coffee.
“Couldn’t sleep for six hours a day for no reason… Like, I can’t even sleep during the day on
Sunday, as if this was my curse.” Sometimes, she envied a cartoon character named Nobi
Nobita because of his ability to fall asleep in a second.

Denji nodded, trying his best to appear both tired and surprised at the same time. He was
baffled to hear about her condition, but knowing that he couldn’t help her in any way, he just
let her drink all of his coffee. “Well, mine just last at best a few days because I usually stay
up late to play… games…” In fact, Denji had become better than his past self, he stayed up
late at night to study physics.

Nevertheless, it’s good to see someone that relates to her severe condition. “Tried every
known method, not even one worked.” Psychology, sleeping pills, and even watching a three-
hour-long video of math didn’t put her to sleep. “Maybe I was doomed to suffer this
illness…”

Denji… might have a suggestion. After every time he masturbates, maybe after busting two
nuts mostly, he begins to feel tired not only in his body but also in his mind too. So tired that
he can’t keep his eyes open just for a millimeter, and he quickly drifts off to sleep without
knowing it.

This… He wasn’t sure if that works for girls since it’s kinda ambiguous, considering some
girls did feel tired after sex and some said they could go for another round. While yes, it’s
kinda rude to straight up go up to her and say ‘Have sex with me and you go to sleep’,
judging how tired she looked, Denji now had two choices.

One, help her by giving her medical advice and pills.

Two, have brutal sex with her! Make her orgasm so much that her mind goes blank and can’t
think straight anymore! Have sex with her until she falls asleep so well that she won’t let go
of you in her peaceful sleep! Give a fuck so good that she will always ask for more!!

Yep, definitely not the Obedience Medicine’s effect. Definitely not… Okay, it was the
Medicine’s effect.

“Well… I can help you with that.” Shoko looked at him with an uninterested look, but she
was eager to hear anything from him. The lack of sleep tortured her mental health daily so
she wanted to find a way to get rid of it, or at least reduce it. “But we should do this after
school.”

“We can go to my house.” She took a sip of coffee, humming in satisfaction as she could the
hot coffee heating up her throat. “If you can put me to sleep, I will give you the 10000 yen I
received from my grandma.” Sweet deal, it is. Denji turned to Kishibe with a grin, raising his
eyebrows multiple times.

Kishibe had to say, it was smooth and genius. ‘Damn… Tip number 2 really works.’ He now
believes in the boy even more, but Denji might wanna clean all of the lead under his eyebags
after the bell rang.

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After school, they both immediately went to Shoko’s house. But damn, the paper works at
school took fifteen minutes to finish, and he was completely sober during that time. No
wonder why she looks so tired and desperately needs a good sleep.

Denji wasn’t sure if masturbation, or sex in general, could put her to sleep easily. While it
works perfectly for him, it doesn’t mean it will work for anyone. Usually, he jacks off at night
so by default, he is sleepy, masturbation only speeds up the process.

“My room… is kinda messy, you know. Never had enough time to clean it up…” Before she
turned the knob of her room’s door, she told him not to say anything, not a single word, about
her dirty room. Denji zipped his mouth with a nod. With that, she opened the door and… oh
God…

It wasn’t significantly as dirty as he thought, not smelly either, just a comical amount of
clothes lying on the floor, with various books about sleep on her bed. The trash can was
placed right beside her bed, and it was full of empty pill packs, presumably her sleeping pills.

Every single step will have him step in her clothes or whatever, there is no way to avoid that
many obstacles. It’s not dirty, just messy. Shoko seemed to be unphased by her surroundings,
of course, and immediately let herself lay flat on the bed, limbs relaxing upon contact with
the mattress.

Unsurprisingly, she didn’t drift off to sleep due to her condition, so she wanted to kill some
time by watching a movie. She likes music, it somewhat calms her mind down and makes her
feel like she is drifting in the ocean, quiet and peaceful. Yet, she can’t fucking sleep.

Denji sat on the bed beside a bored Shoko, who switched the channel until she saw one airing
The Lion King! Fucking great movie! But upon realizing it was the live-action version,
Shoko groaned in disappointment and placed the remote near her pillow. Closing her eyes
and taking deep breaths, she opened it again and pointed at a still baffled Denj. “You said that
you would help to go to sleep, right?”

“Yeah…” Denji scratched the back of his head and spun his body toward her. Then, he began
to rub his wrists against each other before looking at her shyly. “It’s embarrassing to say but I
have a method…” Shoko nodded with a hum. “And it’s sex… Yes, sex.”

Much to his surprise, she didn’t overreact or blush at the word. She just kept her tired look on
her face, shrugging her shoulders. “So, how can sex put me to sleep, exactly?” She didn’t
question why Denji was telling her to have sex, she wanted to know how sex would solve her
problem.

“So like… every time after I have sex, I get really tired and go to sleep very quick. And I…”
Denji pointed at Shoko, whose eyebrow jerked up in realization. She held up a finger to
imply that she needed time to think. So far, she had tried every known method to have a good
sleep, but she had never had sex before so she couldn’t verify how true it was.

“Okay… but if you fail to put me to sleep, you’ll give me 30,000 yen.” She desperately needs
an eight-hour sleep, and she doesn’t care if her first time is taken by some random boy she
meets. She just wants to sleep. Shoko saw Denji nodding in understanding as he crawled
toward her, slowly pulling the straps of her pinafore aside before his hand made its way to her
belt to remove it.

Denji could say that she was the weirdest girl so far, she didn’t react, not even blushing on
her face, it’s like she didn’t care at all. She didn’t have any reaction when he pulled down her
pinafore and threw it at the end of her bed. Before Denji removed her shirt, he took out his
own first to make her feel less shy.

However, he must be aware that he must make her feel so good that she would pass out, not
to satisfy his own dick. He had to give her lots of oral sex, finger her pussy to make her come
as much as possible. This is not about him, this is about her. He was paid to do this shit.

The boy’s blush deepened as he slowly pulled her underwear down to her knees before
sliding it off her legs and throwing it away. Shoko’s shirt was still covering her torso, but her
lower body was naked, her pussy being stared at by Denji, who poked his tongue out and it
touched her vagina. Just like nearly every other girl, it was quite smelly because she had not
taken a bath yet.

Now, Shoko had a bit of a small reaction, her legs did shake as Denji’s tongue dug deeper
into her hole. Denji seemed a bit thirsty, considering that he was trying to lick all of the juice
around her vaginal hole. His nose got itched by the pubic hair, but that ain’t a problem to
him. After a while of eating her pussy out, a blush finally appeared on her cheeks.

His saliva soaked the outside of her pussy wet, tongue started to dance around her clit. To
have more access, Denji pressed his hands against her inner thigh and gently pressed them
down on the bed. He opened his eyes to see Shoko inhaling and exhaling with a deep blush
painted on her face. The more he licked, the bigger his erection became, yet, Denji paid no
mind to it and continued to satisfy her orally.

His head slightly moved down to make room for his fingers, which started to massage her clit
first before they inserted inside her vagina. He opened up by spreading her lips so that his
fingers could insert inside of her vagina. Denji curled up his fingers to press the spongy-like
part of her inside, firmly rubbing and keeping the pressure on that spot.

He randomly heard that fact from somewhere on the internet. Some guy said that if your
fingers curled up and pressed against that spot, which is a G-spot according to him, she
would feel like she was peeing, and it would make it easier to orgasm. Denji somewhat
believed it enough to test it on Shoko, who was enjoying the pleasure.

Right now, he could hear her squeaky moans and see the wrinkles on the bedsheet, which
indicated that she was gripping the fabric case. Denji knew that he was doing the right thing
and kept using his tongue to sloppily satisfy her. His fingers pressed on the spot harder and
started to rub around. Just then, he started to feel… bitter on his tongue.

Denji opened his eyes to see… instead of pure white liquid, it was yellow… She was peeing
due to the pressure. ‘Holy shit!’ He abruptly stopped the cunnilingus to wipe this tongue with
his hands while Shoko’s legs were twitching as her pussy was both leaking pee and squirt. It
smelled so bad, it also tasted a bit like coffee but it didn’t make the situation better!
He hastily went to grab some tissues and wiped the mattress clean, yet, the smell didn’t wear
off. Denji wasn’t mad, just a bit surprised and he only blamed himself for accidentally
stimulating her too much. After cleaning her groin up, Denji noticed that Shoko was looking
at him with tired eyes, but she wasn’t near the verge of sleeping yet.

That means he had to do it one more time or two to get the job done. And Denji knew that the
second orgasm would take a bit longer than the first ‘cause it happened to him sometimes, so
he had to get to work quickly. Denji was sure that he cleaned up all of the disgusting urine off
her crotch. He laid down next to Shoko and started to grope her boobs. “Nah, it’s okay…
Accidents happen.”

“Yeah… It’s just too embarrassing…” Her tone… They sounded more tired, which means
that he was closer to putting her to sleep. Denji just needed to satisfy her while she was trying
to recover so that he could bring her to orgasm again. So, he started to grope her breast while
his other hand slid down her belly to her pussy one more time and began to finger.

This time, he would try to make things more slowly so that she could enjoy the sensation
instead of passing out instantly after cumming. Their room was filled with her quiet moans as
his fingers slid in and out while his thumb gently rubbed her clit. Not only that, Denji’s
mouth found its way to her nipples, his teeth lightly nipping on it.

He sucked on her nipple like a child being breastfed by a mother, but more intimate and
definitely not so mother-child-like. Her breasts weren’t big, C-cup at best, Denji had no
complaint about it. Shoko’s body grew hotter as the session had reached past the 10-minute
mark, her hand leaning forward, and once he knew what she wanted, Denji stopped sucking
on her bosom to give a kiss.

Her moans got louder despite being too busy kissing Denji passionately, and the loud sound
could attract her parents, who could go home at any time soon. Denji, having realized that,
cupped her chin and brought her to a deep kiss, neutralizing all sound coming out of her
mouth while his fingers were still doing their job.

To be truth, he had no intention to do the penetration since his purpose was to put her to
sleep. It’s alright, I guess. Not always he had the desire to have sex, he just wanted to make
his partner(s) remember the pleasure he gave them. Love without sex is miles better than sex
without love.

Meanwhile, the TV, which was supposed to air The Lion King on Netflix, stopped the show
and presented them with a question. ‘Are you still watching The Lion King?’ It read. Denji
and Shoko didn’t even bother to grab the remote and turn off the screen. They were too
distracted to even notice their surroundings, Denji even ignored the smell of urine-stained on
her bed while Shoko, despite the sleepiness about to shroud her, used up all of her strength to
keep the session as long as possible.

It’s funny that Shoko had no interest in sex, but right now she was in bed, with Denji kissing
and fingering her pussy while kissing her. Inside his pants, he could feel a beak of precum
leaking out of his hole and smudged his underwear inside. But… he didn’t give a shit.
 They didn’t have to worry about the parents because Pochita had purposely sabotaged the
roads so that her parents wouldn’t be home soon, not for at least a few hours. Also, he was
looking forward to visiting Denji’s school’s upcoming festival, which would be held after
finishing the second midterm exam.

Denji never knew he was so lucky, many sex in many days he had. It’s like God appeared
next to him when he was born, and said. “I got you, homie!” Nevertheless, Shoko’s muffled
moan was translated into a sound of pre-orgasm. Upon knowing that she was about to cum,
his fingers slid deeper into her vagina until his whole middle finger was inserted inside.

A loud yelp, and then his fingers got soaked by her squirt. Denji continued to finger her
through her sexual climax for the second time in the night. Her cheeks burned so red that
Denji was sure he would get burnt if he dared to touch her. Eventually, her body seemed to
relax over time, then her head became slack and it plopped down on the pillow.

Denji looked at the end of the bed to see that it was soaked so much that half of her bed was
stained. Without any words, he stood up from the position and started to clean up this whole
mess again. That made him wonder how hard for the students who had to clean up his
semen… Japanese schools don’t usually hire janitors, you know.

“You know, I’m not asleep yet…” Shoko opened her eyes tiredly, a smirk spreading across
her face as she turned her face to see Denji, who was picking up the clothes on the floor. At
first, he thought that he failed to do his job so he dug his hands in his pockets to search for his
wallet, but she suddenly pulled him by the pants and he fell on the bed. “You said that sex
could put me to sleep, right? So why don’t we do that?”

His mouth curled up into a smirk, then he began to undo his pants before starting to
aggressively kiss her on the lips. Pochita smiled in happiness as his patience paid him off
since he didn’t have to use the darts. That night, Shoko had the best sleep of her life.

Chapter End Notes

Funny, she reminds me a lot of Ieiri Shoko in JJK.

Yeah baby!! I won't have to go to school for three days straight even though the storm
already ended days ago!! That explained why I released this chapter earlier than
expected

Also, I couldn't find a name for Fem!Yoshida, so I just used the name Hirofumi even
though it's a masculine name.

P/S: Found a name for Fem!Yoshida... Hiromi, which means Generous beauty
 An Artistic Girl (Sawa)
Chapter Summary

Blowjob, Vaginal Fingering, Chair Sex

Chapter Notes

https://www.reddit.com/r/Chainsawfolk/comments/14e83ee/man_why_did_fujifilm_just
_design_best_girl_ever/

Curse you, Fujimoto! Curse your fucking dommy mommy kink!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Shoko’s parents just informed me that she was still sleeping, which is impossible due to her
affliction." Kishibe looked at Denji with eyes showing disbelief and awe. He knew that the
boy did the thing just by impersonating her, but damn, fucking her so well that she passed out
for more than twelve hours is a whole new level of feat.

A cocky grin spread across Denji’s lips. He got more confident the more his tips seemed to
prove him right, getting him laid more. It turns out you don’t need to have a handsome face
or immense knowledge of flirtation or cheesy pick-ups; nah, those shits are old now.

God is on his motherfucking side.

Kishibe was this close to fully believing any words Denji would utter. His two tips, which
seemed bullshit at first, did help Denji get laid easily. There is no need to sit on a chair in
some bar and target a random, nearly drunk woman; Denji just straight up goes to a girl and
says, "Sex,” and then she agrees.

That was a comical way to explain, but it’s almost the same as that. “So… I guess that
whenever she has an urge to sleep, she will call you, eh?” If that were the case, Denji would
be quite busy for the whole week. Not only that, he would have to balance the time for selling
drugs, having sex with girls, and studying. Oh, helping his mom too.

“Yeah, I think so." Denji seemed to realize that more sex meant less time for himself.
Although Denji loves having sex, he still likes to have more than just physical intimacy.
Suddenly, his eyes started to twitch rapidly, his shoulders shaking and convulsing as if
something was trying to control him. “It is not a problem; more sex for me is what I could
possibly wish for.” Then he was back to normal.

Kishibe did see that but didn’t question anything. He assumed that the student might have felt
itchy around his groin, so that should explain the weird twitching. With Denji having done
two girls, there are two more to go. “And the next tip?” His hand unknowingly tried to reach
for his pockets to grab his flask, which was taken away by Hirumi.

Rubbing his hands and leaning back, Denji began to think of the third tip. Start by helping
her, then find a commonality between you and her. Once you get to know her more, you must
do something that could impress her. Denji’s mouth slowly opened in shock as he realized
what the third piece of advice was going to be. “I have one."

A hum was heard from Kishibe. “What is it, then?” He cocked his head to the side as Denji’s
head slowly looked up with a bright smile on his face.

“Step three, make an impression on her!” Kishibe had no reaction to it initially, but a nod
signified Denji's willingness to continue explaining. “So here, you get to know her already,
right? That wasn’t enough. You want her to have an interest in you, so you have to impress
her so well that she will fall for you.”

That seemed like a good one. Still, he had yet to know anything about Quanxi since she had
just been working at this school for a week. Kishibe knew that she was a strong woman,
physically and mentally, just based on her looks, so it was a hard task to make an impression
on her.

Remember, the quest being hard doesn’t mean it’s impossible.

“For the tip to work effectively, you must do some kind of trick that you have never shown
anyone. Kinda like some random magic trick you learn on the internet.” Denji might not be
able to do some tricks like that, but he had something else to compensate for the lack of cool
tricks. “I can give you a demonstration."

“Really?” Kishibe really wanted to see what Denji could possibly do to impress a girl, not
with his sexual skills, of course, but more with his ability to make her laugh or somewhat
more interested in him romantically. “You’re going to flirt with her?"

“Uh uh. Just a simple trick from me can get her eyes wide. Now watch.” Denji stood up from
his seat and walked off to the yard of this school, with Kishibe following behind the boy. At
first, Kishibe thought that Denji was going to go around to search for a third-year girl, but
Denji, on the other hand, was looking for something else.

Upon reaching the large playground of the school, Denji walked past a group of boys playing
basketball and continued until he reached a nearby tree. Much to Kishibe’s confusion, Denji
started to scratch on the soil to search for something. The vice principal couldn’t guess what
he was doing.

"What are you looking for?”

“Ah hah!” Denji’s muffled voice signified that he had found what he was looking for. The
boy slowly pulled out with a grin when he presented Kishibe with a flower. This really got
Kishibe’s eyebrow raised in uncertainty; he really didn’t know what Denji was thinking in his
head. “This flower… What can it do?”

“I have a trick. A kind of salivary one."Okay, his faith in Denji decreased a little when he
observed the flower held by the boy. Amana edulis is nearly impossible to find in October
since its flowering season only stretches from March to April. It should only be kept at room
temperature to thrive.

Denji didn’t know about the flower and just unhesitantly threw it in his mouth. Kishibe was
sure that he was dreaming because there was no way Denji just—oh yes, it wasn’t a dream.
Denji had already gulped that flower down his throat.

“What the fu-

“Now off we go!” Denji seemed not to notice Kishibe’s bafflement and walked out of the
yard. When the boy took a turn to the right, Kishibe was still standing there, wondering what
the hell was wrong with him. He was this close to fully believing Denji, and then he
swallowed that dirty flower.

Denji used this trick many times, mainly to get their attention; some did and some didn't. It
was more like they would say “eww” whenever he did this trick. Now, Denji wasn’t sure if
this could work, considering this one was horrendously disgusting, but it’s the only trick he
knows so far.

After minutes of searching around, Denji had set his eyes on a girl, most likely a third-year
student, judging from the 12th-grade math book she was carrying in her hands. That girl had
short, dark oak-colored hair, which made her look like a tomboy. She wasn’t really doing
anything besides waiting in front of the art club room.
Denji assumed she was a member of that club. It’s quite funny that Denji didn’t even bother
to join a club while all of his classmates had already joined one, including Reze, who just
joined the Chemistry club, which is supervised by Santa

.
“Nah, it’s just a waste of time." Denji moved toward the girl with his hand, constantly
scratching his throat. He was worried about the gulped flower; since he last used this trick
nearly a month ago, the possibility of that being accidentally swallowed was high.

Unsurprisingly, she didn’t notice him—not even a glance at Denji. He still followed the plan;
nevertheless, after just stepping in front of that girl, who merely looked at him with a nervous
look on her face as if she didn’t know who he was, Denji held his belly before coughing.
“You alright, dude?”

His coughs grew more violent, which urged her to pat his back. She didn’t know what was
going on; this boy just came up to her, started to cough, and then went down on his knees.
Due to her lack of medical knowledge, her instinct guided her to give him a bottle of water,
which would do more harm than good, especially when someone was choking.

Unexpectedly, Denji held out his hand to stop her, and it confused the girl as hell. Her mouth
slightly opened in shock as she realized he wasn’t coughing anymore. Denji, out of the blue,
made some groans and tried to clear his throat. Then he inserted his hand inside his mouth,
and after a moment of confusion and fright, Denji finally pulled out the flower coated in his
own saliva. “Tada!!”

“…Huh…?” Initially, she wore a completely shocked expression, mixed with confusion and
awe; then the left side of her lips rose, and her eyes narrowed when she burst out laughing.
Likewise, Denji was also surprised to see her laughter. He didn’t expect that to work. “Holy
hell, that was..." She paused due to laughter interrupting her speech. She spent a whole
minute trying to stop chuckling, but it got funnier each time. “It was goddamn hilarious!"

Finally, the first girl to find this trick cool

"Wow, it did make her laugh." Kishibe mumbled from the corner of the hallway.
“How did you do that? Like, the flower didn’t seem to be crushed or damaged at
all."Although there was drool around the flower, she still held it by the stem and carefully
inspected it. "It's... Amana Edulis! I can finally finish my drawing now!” She bounced in
excitement while Denji had a confused look on his face.

“Drawing? You have some kind of project to submit."She nodded. Denji stood up, cleaning
his knees and spitting out the dirt stuck in his teeth. Of course, he dug that flower out of the
soil and forgot to wash it in the restroom, so it’s not strange to see dirt in his mouth.

“Yeah… I have been searching for flowers to... have more inspiration.” She mostly went
around to observe some wildflowers. It was easy at first, but then it became more challenging
as she continued to look for rarer ones. And now, with Denji’s help, she could finish her
drawing.

“Cool…” Denji only nodded to her. As he was about to leave, he felt a tap on his shoulder
from the third-year girl, who was pointing at the door. “What do you want me to do?”

“I mean…” She crossed her arms and shrugged her shoulders as she inspected the flower
once again. “You directly helped me! To repay you, I will show you my drawing when it’s
finished. And it’s nearly done now.”

Denji blinked, and then he started to consider the offer. At first, he wanted to refuse and leave
the scene immediately, as he had other stuff to do, but considering how eager she wanted him
to view her drawing and that he didn’t want to appear rude, he nodded in agreement.

That brought a smile to her face, and before she turned the knob on the door, she noticed that
they didn’t introduce themselves. “My apology… My name’s Sawa, and your?”

“Denji.”

“Okay, nice to meet you, Denji-kun.” Right after the quick introduction, they both walked
into the art club room, which didn’t have anyone inside since it was break time. Students
were too busy eating bento in class rather than going to check on their club activities.

A small conversation revealed that Sawa had joined the club when she was still in her first
year. She told him that it was rough back then due to how few students were eager to join
clubs that encouraged artistic activities. "So, Denji, what kind of club are you in?”

“None, actually.” It’s totally understandable why Denji wouldn’t want to join a club since it’s
optional and he doesn’t have much free time just to spend extra hours staying after school.
Sawa merely hummed and sat down on a chair before placing her nearly finished sketch on
the drawing board.

Although she just called it a sketch, it’s pretty damn good, actually. The drawing had a bunch
of flowers arranged in numerous positions. Unlike the classic roses and tulips, Sawa drew a
lot of flowers, from wild ones to hard-to-find ones.
A quite unique thing that Denji found was that she drew four sectors, which designate four
seasons, and Sawa started to draw some rough lines of the Amana edulis on the spring
section. Also, what amazed him more was that she actually took the time to know about the
flowers. “Wow…”

“Too many flowers, are you going to say?” Denji nodded. “This… This thing took me two
months! I walked around parks, zoos, and many other places; I don’t want to bother to list
them all.”

“It’s… intriguing, not gonna lie.” Sawa just giggled with her mouth covered before
continuing her work. “But I have to ask, why don’t you just... google it?” Denji knew it
wasn’t polite to ask, but he couldn’t help it. With the help of the internet, she wouldn’t have
to waste two months just on this drawing.

Sawa turned around with an unimpressed look on her face. Placing her pencil down, she
picked up the flower and gave it a tap on the petal. Denji blinked in confusion as she
broadened the flower, giving him a full view of the inside. “Can you describe the shape of its
pistil and stamen?"

Denji hummed, scratching his chin as he tilted his head and moved to have a better angle and
lighting. “Those things... look like dried beans, but long and yellow, I think.” Seriously, there
were many things that he couldn’t describe, like how scabrous the stamens were. He just
couldn’t find the right words.

“Exactly.” She pointed at the flower’s anthers, which were shaped like lungs, to be more
precise. Of course, calling it looks like a lung doesn’t accurately describe it because Amana
edulis has much bigger stamens than most flowers, and the anthers weren’t shaped like a
beansprout’s cotyledons.

Denji didn’t really quite get what she was implying, but he still listened to her lessons or
whatever. “You can’t really lay out the flower’s details; I can see that... That proved my point.
You won’t get satisfaction from art just by verbally describing it. It’s best when it’s visually
explained!”

He started to realize something. Just like physics periods, where the teacher would ramble
about how cool and interesting physics is. Yeah… I guess that it’s really useful to calculate a
random car’s acceleration or the frequencies of mechanical waves. Really cool…

But he once saw a video on YouTube that featured a female teacher teaching physics. Now, it
would be a boring subject unless she started to bring out a bicycle wheel and a rope before
tying them together. Expectedly, the wheel dropped because of gravity, which was boring, but
when she rapidly spun it and let go of the wheel, it goddamn kept itself balanced despite
holding it on one side with just a rope. She explained that it essentially became a gyroscope,
that’s all.
Denji now seemed to understand what she was saying. Visually seeing things feels
particularly clearer than hearing them. Some blackened images in the physics book don’t feel
as sufficient as a video. "So... you mean practice is more fun than theory?”

Sawa grinned with a nod. “Yeah, it’s just really my preference. I like to interact with things
rather than watch some YouTube videos.” Sawa wanted to add aspects of realism to her
drawings so that they could feel livelier.

Now he knew why she was so obsessed with that flower and wanted to analyze its
components so that her drawing could be as realistic as possible. "Well, I can say that the
final product will be worth it!” Denji gave her a compliment, which got a chuckle from her.

“It’s not really much, Denji. Art is my thing, you know."Surprise surprise! A dart just
plunged into her left calf, and the aphrodisiac started to flow into her veins. Pochita closed
the window and made an escape before Denji could even realize what had happened to her.
Sawa began to feel dizziness and headaches; her head bobbed up and down in tiredness until
she fell into short-term unconsciousness.

Denji, who had seen this same situation so many times, immediately went to the door and
locked it. Realizing that the windows weren’t covered, he quickly went to uncover them to
avoid any gazes. Over time, he grew familiar with girls suddenly passing out; according to
the script, she would wake up and tell him to have sex with her.

“Ugh… My head…” Sawa blinked and rubbed her eyes to get rid of the sleepiness. However,
that wasn’t the only concern as her body began to heat up from the waist down to her groin. It
started to feel so itchy that she chafed her thighs against each other, but to no avail. She
didn’t notice Denji was right behind her and slid a hand into her long skirt. At that point, he
decided to put his foot down.

“Okay okay… You need help?" He stopped her from touching herself, and his eyes were
staring at her chest. He knew that she was sexually aroused, and the only way to remove it
was to have sex with her. And Denji would say yes to that, of course. He interpreted her
desire for a kiss as an agreement.

Sawa didn’t give him a verbal response; instead, she tilted her neck backward so that Denji
could kiss her. He knew that she was a tough girl when she literally put a hand on his nape
before deepening the kiss. Lips seemed not to be enough; she started to dance her tongue
around his from the inside. Having more than enough experience, he prevailed over her
aggressiveness rather easily.

He decided to satisfy her need, and although it wouldn’t ease her desire for sex, Denji’s right
hand traveled down and entered her skirt before finding its way to her pants. As soon as the
tips of his fingers pressed against her crotch, Sawa’s lips suctioned up all of the air in his
mouth. Denji didn’t really mind it, and his finger continued to caress her crotch through the
fabric. Then, his fingers slowly grabbed the waistband and pulled it down halfway to her
thighs.

Since she was sitting on a chair, the friction didn’t allow him to pull down any further, but it
was enough, as Denji could have access to her pussycat. Like usual, he started by fingering
Sawa first in order to get her ready. The pubic hair didn’t bother him a bit. As he was
inserting his fingers inside of her cunt, Sawa unexpectedly grabbed his crotch and rubbed it
through his jeans.

Her thumb touched exactly where the tip of his penis was, despite being in a flaccid state.
Denji pulled his zipper down, undid his buttons, and pulled his jeans down to his ankles.
Sawa continued to caress his penis through his underwear, which was eventually taken off,
and she immediately lifted up the soft dick before giving it a lick at the glans.

The sour smell didn’t get any reactions from Sawa, who was too blinded by horniness to even
notice the foul odor built up from sweat. Denji, on the other hand, began to shake his hands,
causing his fingers to rock her inside intensively while he was trying to remove her pinafore
and belt. Ultimately, he could feel his dick growing harder from the blowjob Sawa was giving
him.

The drawing was left on the board while the two students were too lost in their sexual bliss to
even bother to touch the pencil. Sawa completely forgot what she was supposed to do, but
she probably didn’t care much as she was too busy sucking Denji off. His lips gave her
cheeks, neck, and collarbone, and his fingers essentially got soaked by her juice.

Sawa suddenly tasted something bitter and stopped her doings to inspect the strange liquid,
which turned out to be a drop of cumin. She thought that Denji was close to his orgasm, so
she resumed sucking his dick off. This time, she started to stroke his penis, her thumb
pressing on the bottom of his shaft to stimulate his urethra.

Her mouth, along with her naughty hand, finally got a muffled moan from Denji. Her
medium nails were lightly scratched from the base up to his tip as she narrowed her eyes in
satisfaction. Such sensations like that did cause his legs to tremble; he could barely keep
himself standing, yet his hand was still doing its job really well.
Denji could feel himself about to cum, and his fingers got faster than initially. Sawa
understood that and did the same thing by accelerating her hand’s speed. The hard strokes
pained him, but with the saliva around his cock, the pain eventually eased off, and a built-up
sensation happened inside of him until something shot out of his hole.

Sawa sensed something hit on her uvula; luckily, his cumshot was ejaculated slowly, so that
string of semen didn’t hurt her uvula. She pulled out with her mouth widely open as her hand
continued stroking to squeeze the cum still inside of his urethra.

He helped her stroke his dick, and after a while, a small string of semen leaked out of his hole
and dropped on her waiting mouth. Her tongue was completely stained by Denji’s jizz. Denji
had a proud look on his face as he gently touched her lower lips while her mouth was still
hanging, just so he could see what a big load he had busted. The smelly reek of his seminal
fluid didn’t annoy her; not only that, she gulped all of the cum down with minor problems.

Her mouth was tightly shut, then Sawa opened once again, showing that her tongue was
cleanly free of all the cum. A cheeky smile slowly spread across her lips when she gave his
glans a quick smooch. Denji interpreted that as a request for him to do the penetration, which
he accepted with a nod.

Without a word, she lifted her skirt up to her thighs to reveal her loins hidden underneath that
underwear of hers. Denji subconsciously wet his own lips as Sawa’s hand pinched the crotch
and lifted it for him to have a view of her pussycat. He stared so intensely that she could even
see the reflection of her genitalia in his pupils. “Come on! You want it, don’t you?”

Denji nodded with his tongue poked out like a dog. His cock went back to its erect state,
although it should have been soft after she gave him a blowjob, but that mattered not. Since
the chair was quite tall, Denji, instead of going down on his knees, slightly stooped until his
cock was the same level as her cunt. Sawa’s index finger tapped against her lips as she looked
up at him with a seductive look, and Denji, breathing through his mouth and wiping the drool
off, guided his cock into her vagina.

Sawa tightly bit her lips as Denji’s big cock slid inside of her pussycat. With the blowjob she
had given him, it was not much of a problem. She felt like her inside was being ripped apart;
she barely could feel her legs while Denji waited for a while before thrusting his hips once
again. The sensation was indescribable; Denji couldn’t narrate anything in his head or think
straight at all. Even though he had sex with many girls, every intercourse felt like his first
one.

Her vaginal opening expanded in order to fit his size. Sawa gritted her teeth when Denji’s tip
forcefully kissed her cervix. It was painful in a pleasurable way, she wanted to say. Her sighs
of joy were a verbal compliment for Denji, who picked up his pace and thrust faster.

While his stance was a bit uncomfortable since he had to stoop just so he could penetrate her,
Denji didn’t have any complaints; he had proven to be quite endurance when it comes to sex,
not to Bimu because his pelvis always fractured. 'Still, it’s worth it.'

Sawa started to moan after he fixed his position, which allowed him some comfort. With that,
Denji could thrust his hips much faster and deeper into her vagina. Her cervix was violently
abused by his constant thrusting, but Sawa enjoyed that very much. “Yeah, just like that!”
She giggled and spread her legs wider.

A grunt escaped through his mouth at the moment her hands lay flat on his back and clawed
on it. Her nails, though not sharp, did leave long white marks across his back. Sawa wrapped
her legs around his waist to keep him as close as possible to her. Denji was a little confused,
but he quickly shrugged off all the thoughts and just assumed that she wanted to feel more
physical contact.

Sounds of dirty and lustful moans filled the art club room as their'sex'ssion began to feel
much more intimate, Sawa’s left hand rubbing her clitoral area while Denji leaned down for a
sloppy kiss. Despite being clean, he could still smell the reek of his cum she swallowed, but
that didn’t stop Denji from giving her a long, passionate kiss.

‘Is it gay to kiss a girl who just gave you a blowjob?' Good question.

Shaking his head to get rid of the silly question, Denji soon came to the realization that he
was about to orgasm again, and Sawa was close too. Experience told him to slightly tilt his
cock upward so that his tip could chafe her urethral sponge; if rubbing long enough, she
should squirt.

Denji wrapped his hands around her knees and lightly fixed their positions until her back
touched the seat, her head leaning on the back of the chair. His cock, no longer hitting her
cervix, slowly slid across the spongy part of her vagina when Denji began to thrust. To speed
things up, he inserted two fingers just above his cock to help rub that part.

He knew Sawa was enjoying it very much, judging from how strong her grip on his shoulders
was. Due to the blissful pleasure, her legs wrapping around his waist suddenly added more
force, causing him to nearly fall into her. Denji realized that her legs prevented him from
escaping, and with no other choice, he kept on thrusting while fingering her.
 Her moans were occasionally interrupted by raspy breathing, and all of a sudden, her skin
became red, which was a sign of the incoming orgasm she was about to have. Denji realized
that and picked up the pace, sliding his cock with much more force and hitting on her cervix,
while his fingers began to apply pressure to her urethral sponge.

This combination quickly brought Sawa to her orgasm. All of the muscles in her body
constricted as she began to moan through her long orgasm. Not long after that, Denji let out a
groan when he shot out a stream of thick semen into her vagina to the deepest part, his cock
throbbing and pumping out the cum to her uterus. After that, he slowly pulled out, creating a
cream pie.

Denji wiped the sweat off his and her foreheads as they were trying to regain their breath.
Although he could go for more, he still waited for a response from Sawa. Until then, he
would agree to do it again. "Well, that’s great, innit?” He nodded. “So you want to go again?"

“Hell yeah!”

“Well… I now fully believe you, Denji.” Kishibe mumbled from the door after hearing
Sawa’s quiet moan once again. Unknown to everyone, a camera, or more like multiple
cameras, all recorded everything happening in the art club room. All of them belong to one
girl.

Chapter End Notes

I hate physics, but I have to say... this teacher is very cool

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/jhwvCKrUq9U

Yes, the last girl of this arc will be no one other than Mifune Fumiko. And oh, I had an
inspiration when I was watching a certain Austrian painter named Adolf Hit-
 Making a Porn Video With a Crazy Gal (Mifune Fumiko)
Chapter Summary

Cunnilingus, 69, sideways position

Warning: mention of N-word

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“Will you be attending the school festival?” Yuko asked while dangling her legs while sitting
on a bench. Denji, whose lap was occupied by the glass-wearing girl’s head, hummed in
thought before shrugging his shoulders. Her eyes went slightly wider when she got a
response from him. “You won’t?”

“It’s optional… What should I join?” Denji didn’t notice her pout and continued to eat his
yogurt peacefully. It’s kind of understandable since he had to take his mother for a check-up,
which coincidentally happens at the same time as the sports festival. He doesn’t want to have
fun while his mother is suffering, so he refused to go.

Yuko didn’t fully know about his family’s situation, but she knew that he was a stubborn guy,
and he wouldn’t change his mind at all. Being his friend, she knew that. “Huh… It’ll be
boring without you."She attempted to bait him into going to the school festival with her, but
that didn’t get a reaction from Denji.

“If Denji doesn’t want to go, we shouldn’t push him.” Reze tapped Yuko in the wrist to stop
the blonde girl from nagging Denji. The Russian girl was aware of Denji’s familial situation
and wanted him to take care of his sick mother. Yuko looked at Denji with her left cheek
slightly puffed up to show disappointment.

Although Denji might have said ‘no’, deep in his mind, he really wanted to attend the school
festival. Not because of the games or the shows the students would be giving; it’s about the
girls. He wanted to spend time with them, platonically or sexually; it doesn’t matter. Denji
just wanted to linger around them for a while to cope with boredom.

But family comes first. His mother’s heart disease needs to be monitored and checked; his
old man’s debt needs to be paid monthly. He needs to constantly run around and work harder
in order to solve problems, only for them to come back a month later. Also, he has to study,
essentially usurping all of his free time.

Luckily, after the midterm exam finishes, he’ll have considerably more free time as he won’t
have to study anymore and will just focus on his business. ‘Just a week...' “Oh hey…” Denji
realized something; it had already been a week, and something was missing. “Hayakawa-
sensei has been absent for one week now."

Reze nodded with worried eyes. The exchange student really respects Akera, who always
helped her with the rules and systems before she mysteriously disappeared. She once thought
of horrible things that could have happened to Hayakawa, but upon knowing that the
homeroom teacher was taking days off, she eventually calmed down. “I hope she was doing
okay."

“Hayakawa-sensei?” Yuko asked. “My big brother and other teachers also don’t know the
reason why she’s temporarily on leave.” Both of the students’ eyes slightly widened in
realization; if the teachers didn’t know why, it meant that Hayakawa was either having some
serious personal problems or abruptly going to Hokkaido to visit her parents. "But the last
time my brother saw Hayakawa-sensei, she was doing something weird.”

“What weird thing?” Denji and Reze both leaned forward, their eyes seemingly demanding
an answer.

“She looked really exhausted, and she was complaining about her pelvic pain. Also, she was
seen frequently going to the bathroom, mostly to puke or pee.” Yuko’s statement was
confusing rather than helpful. Denji didn’t see his homeroom teacher acting like that before,
nor did Reze. Just the day Reze came to this school, Akera looked fine, but then two days
later, she was sick.

“The symptoms…” Reze scratched her chin. “Frequently peeing and puking... I think that
she’s pregnant."The sudden manifestation of her sickness could indicate that she was 8–9
weeks into pregnancy. Nausea is one of the most common symptoms of the initial stage of
pregnancy, though this whole theory has a lot of holes.

Denji, on the other hand, didn’t think so. “She is definitely not married. Himeno-sensei said
that Hayakawa-sensei never had a boyfriend, let alone a spouse." Not only that, the name
Hayakawa is purely from her family’s side. A grim thought flashed through his mind, and he
didn’t want to be reminded of that possibility because it’s related to the R-word.

Reze is extremely good at chemistry, but that doesn’t mean she is a genius at diseases and
medications. ‘Pelvic pain… I should ask Ms. Santa about this.’

Despite really wanting to pay his homeroom teacher a visit, he still didn’t know her address.
That’s no problem, as he could go to Himeno and ask her about the address. The main
problem is how to approach Akera without making her cringe. He sometimes gives his
mother flowers whenever she goes to the hospital to have her health monitored, so maybe he
should buy some for Akera.

“Hah!? Hayakawa-sensei is sick!" Unexpectedly, Powa screeched right next to his ears,
unintentionally freaking Denji out. This also caused Yuko to panic and shriek like a girl
frightened by lightning. Reze, however, didn’t have any reaction. On the ground, Denji
picked up his ears, but that didn’t seem to work because the ringing just started to get louder.
“No way!”
“Fuck! My ears!” Denji attempted to swab his ears to get rid of the ringing; luckily, they did
die down a tiny bit, allowing him to clearly hear again. After regaining his hearing once
again, he pointed a finger accusingly at the feral girl. “Powa, stop screaming in my ears!”

Instead of a prideful smirk appearing on her face, Powa looked quite concerned about
Hayakawa. It’s not strange to see her like that, considering that Akera did help Powa in some
ways so that the student wouldn’t get expelled. Although Powa did find Akera annoying
sometimes, she still deeply admired her patience.

"I don't know where she is, but... I’m sure she will go back to work soon.” Power didn’t
know it was a lie, and her body slumped on her backrest in relaxation. To be truthful, Denji
couldn’t predict when Akera would come back, but lying to her was the only option since he
didn’t want Powa to scream again.

Still, they kind of wanted Hayakawa to come back, because Kishibe is too terryfying and
Kobeni’s teaching method wasn’t as effective as Akera’s. Denji didn’t really want to say this,
but he missed her—not in a romantic way, mind you. He missed her angry scowl, her silly
high ponytail, and her goddamn shouts whenever disorder arose in the classroom.

Nostalgia is hitting hard. Motherfucker, it has just been a week.

“Hey, Denji, a word?” Kishibe’s raspy voice brought the boy back to reality. He felt a gentle
tap on his nape as the vice principal raised his finger and pointed at the school. Knowing that
he was obligated to teach Kishibe the fourth tip, he turned his attention back to the girls, who
were surprised to see the vice principal here.

“I gotta go now.” Denji waved them goodbye before walking alongside Kishibe to the
vicinity. Reze and Yuko both shared a confused look at each other as they turned their heads
back to the two men.

"Oh, hey, you have glasses! You’re smart, aren’t you?” Powa attempted to tap Yuko’s glasses,
only to be lightly slapped by the same girl.

Denji wanted to ask Kishibe about Akera, but he was a little hesitant, mostly because of the
vice principal’s attitude. However, the teacher seemed to notice Denji’s glare and
unexpectedly stopped. “Something on your mind? Or you’re just making up the fourth tip?”

“No, more like..." Denji gulped. "We have been wondering about Hayakawa-sensei... She has
been absent for an entire week now.” At first, Kishibe didn’t say anything; his facial
expression still kept its sternness. Judging by the look, Denji suspected that Kishibe either
knows or just doesn’t care about Akera.

“Hayakawa..?” A long hum was exhaled through the teacher’s nose as he started to remember
that serious yet beautiful teacher. He nearly mistook her for Quanxi, but with black hair. They
were like dopplegangers in personality and emotion. But Kishibe had known Akera at least
for three years now; he knew behind that mask was a gentle person who cares for her
students. “She is one fine woman... I do not know.”
Denji really didn’t expect the vice principal to know about the disease or illness or whatever
because he knew about Kishibe’s nature, judging how much one-night stands he had. “Okay,
do you know where she lives?” Unfortunately, a shake of his head brought him
disappointment. It looks like he would have to go around more.

Enough with these questions. Kishibe dug his hands into his pants’ pockets and turned to
Denji with a raised eyebrow. “Alright now, let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” The vice
principal would now believe Denji’s words, whether they sound silly or not, as long as they
don’t relate something to love or loyalty.

Initially, Denji was going to say, ‘Make her laugh at any time possible’. Girls like a funny
guy, right? Being funny could help you score a woman if done right. But the way Kishibe
talked about women in general, it kind of bugged Denji. He knew that the vice principal liked
Quanxi enough to decide to get into her pants; after the deed was done, she would become
one of his one-night stands.

Quanxi has a severe trust issue with men, which explains why she rarely engages in
conversation with people of the opposite gender. If Kishibe just barges into her life, beds her,
and then leaves afterward, her discrimination will grow into hatred. Denji couldn’t change
Kishibe’s thinking, but he hoped that at least Kishibe would care for her enough to stay.

“Tell me then.” Kishibe smirked in pride.

“The final tip is to care for her feelings." This made his smirk drop, followed by a confused
frown. “I don’t know; maybe you should buy her flowers every weekend and buy her some
green tea whenever she misses home.” Kishibe’s eyebrow raised at the ‘final tip’. He was
extremely baffled to hear the ridiculous advice Denji just gave him. Feelings? Care? Those
aren’t in Kishibe’s dictionary.

His first three tips were about approaching the girl, which seemed to work well. Help her;
find a commonality between you and her before making an impression on her. He expected
the fourth or fifth to be the final blow that could help him bed Quanxi with ease. But then
Denji just started yapping about love, and all these shits—all of the respect he had for the boy
—were gone.

“You joking, right?” Denji firmly shook his head with a straight face. The smrik was wiped
off Kishibe’s face and was replaced by a confused scowl. Kishibe was still waiting for Denji
to change his expression, but nothing happened. They just stood there for a solid minute, with
Denji still looking unimpressed while Kishibe was tapping his foot on the floor. “Please tell
me you’re kidding.”

“I’m not, Kishibe-sensei. A long-lasting relationship is more desirable than a simple one-
night stand."

“You are talking like you have a girlfriend or something. Look at yourself, going around and
fucking girls’ brains out, and now you have the audacity to tell me that I should be her
boyfriend."Kishibe pointed at Denji with a surprisingly calm expression. He wasn’t mad, just
extremely disappointed when Denji suddenly talked about love and care. As mentioned,
Kishibe doesn’t want to be attached to one girl since he did not want to repeat the same
mistake back in high school.

“At least I don’t ditch them.” Still, he had too many women around him. Denji wishes to
have lots of sex, but he didn’t know that it would require him to manage the girls. But
Kishibe’s wrong about one thing: he’s still friends with them instead of being strangers to
each other.

Kishibe had officially lost all of his respect for the boy. With that fourth tip being utterly
useless to him, the first three tips were all he could utilize. Before he started making a move
on Quanxi, he had to know more about her first. "It looks like you’re no use to me now.”

“Yup.” Denji just shrugged his shoulders and turned around. As he was about to leave, he
sharply turned around with a grin. “Also, she likes girls.” Just like that, Denji revealed to
Kishibe that Quanxi is a lesbian; therefore, she would never have any sort of romantic
feelings for the vice principal.

Kishibe chuckled and pointed at himself. “Some girls at the bar did say that before they met
me.” He clearly underestimated Quanxi’s gayness. He was 100% confident to say that he
would set her'straight'.

Denji had already predicted the outcome, which would be hillarious when it happened in real
life. Without Kishibe’s insistence, he felt the weight on his shoulders go away, as if he
shouldn’t have to worry about the vice principal anymore. Kobeni was said to be going back
to work tomorrow, so no more Kishibe.

As he took a left turn, he met a girl, who apparently was smirking at him for some reason.
The girl in question had two ponytails, and holy sh*t, those eyes looked wild as hell. Her grin
seemed to tell him that she was actually looking at or preying on Denji, who still tried to
walk off of this hallway.

“Why leave?” His instinct was right; she was actually looking at him. “I was looking for
you!" Denji slowly turned around, looking around before raising an eyebrow in confusion.
The grin on her face widened as she stepped toward him, seemingly gripping something in
her left hand.

“Do I know you?” The question did earn a pout from her, but then she just shrugged her
shoulders, thinking that it would be reasonable for an idol not to recognize his fan.

“You might not know me, but I do know you, Denji-senpai.” Since he’s a second-year
student, that would mean she’s a first-year student. Denji had no knowledge about her, nor
had he ever seen her before. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that she was holding a phone.
“Because I’m a big fan of yours.”

Fan? Denji cocked his head in bewilderment as she showed him her phone and turned on a
video. What confused him is that Denji was not particularly famous for anything aside from
being unruly and rebellious in school. He isn’t in any sports clubs or has any musical talent,
so he couldn’t know what she was talking about.
She tapped on the screen to play a 20-minute video, which is coincidentally as long as the
duration of the intercourse he had with Sawa yesterday. Despite the doubt, he still continued
to watch the video. The first ten seconds of the video showcased someone putting on a
camera. Sounds of shuffling and a low 'okay' displayed the grinning girl right in front of him.
Not only that, when her head was out of frame, the room was revealed to be the Art Club
room.

“What the…?” Just seconds later, she narrowly escaped the room through the windows.
When the windows were all closed, he heard the door being opened, and Denji and Sawa
entered the room. From that angle, the camera could easily capture the whole view of them
having sex. “What the fuck?!”

She giggled while watching the video. Right at the three-minute mark, Sawa passed out, and
then you know the rest. Denji’s mouth hung in disbelief as he saw himself fingering Sawa
while she was sucking him off. The strange girl stopped the video, but that didn’t ease him
down, not one bit. “You recorded me having sex!"

“Yep!” She admitted it shamelessly. “In fact, I have lots of videos like that.” Strangely, she
didn’t go to her photo app to search for the videos, but instead, she typed ‘Pornhub.com’ and
went directly into the site. Evidently, she even had an account on the largest porn website;
upon tapping on her profile, it showed that she had already uploaded six more videos.

all, including Denji.

“What the fuck?" Denji couldn’t believe what he just saw on the screen. His naked body, his
dick, and the females’ bodies were all shown on Pornhub, the largest porn website in the
world, to millions of people! “6 million views on average! One thing that somewhat made
him happy is that all of the videos were labeled ‘big dick’ “Well, it has the right categories,
but why..."

“You’re pretty famous now, Denji-senpai. And I, you can call me Mifune Fumiko by the way,
am a big fan of yours!” She jabbed Denji in the chest, still wearing a wide grin on her face,
while Denji was baffled, confused, and possibly jubilant due to the catergories. Denji’s eyes
stared at the wall without even blinking, essentially creating a thousand-yard stare.

He’s now known... for not such an appropriate way. Not only that, her account was verified,
meaning that she could have his name tagged on the categories; luckily, it didn’t have the
girls’.

Fumiko just shrugged her shoulders with a grin. “Don’t worry, I blurred out your face and the
girls, so you won’t be discovered... for now, I think.” Her tongue poked out in innocence.
Fumiko placed her phone in his hands and just told him to check on it in case he didn’t
believe what she said.

Denji, extremely puzzled, opened up a video titled ‘Nurse becomes horny and fucks a lucky
stud! Almost got caught!!’, which sounds like a typical porn video’s title. Right at the
beginning, the camera was placed directly on the wall of the health clinic right above his bed
so that it could capture the whole scene without being covered by the curtains.
Then the rest happened. Santa passed out, felt horny, and then suggested having sex. The
intercourse itself wasn’t long, spanning only 10 minutes before his mom barged into the
room. After a quick exchange between Santa and his mom, the video ended. Seconds after
the video ended, Denji was left with many questions and confusion. He didn't know how or
why Fumiko put the cameras there. To spy on him having sex?

Denji wasn’t mad or happy about this. He was utterly confused and didn’t know what to say.
In short, it’s really hard to describe what he was thinking. “How does it feel to be envied by
guys or liked by girls in the comments?” The grin was still on her face as she scrolled down
to the comment section.

Ididyourmama
Good thing his mama didn’t find out. She's kind of fine, though.

NeedaCocksinMyAss
Such a big dick he packs~

Femboy592
Is he, by any chance, gay?

Ihatecommies
No nigga, he is clearing fucking a woman right there!

Femboy592
Does he, by the slightest chance, like to pound some bussy?

IseumiThehandsomeguy
He looks uncannily similar to someone from my school. The room looks oddly familiar too.

ImnolongeraskingHavesexnow!
In this video, we could clearly see a young, beautiful, and fertile woman having intercourse
with a sweet and gentle boy, like here. They’re in a long, tideous process of creating a new
generation of Japan. A hard task, you might say, since the female would have to sacrifice a
lot to raise her child, but... Would you feel happy to see your children grow up and become
successful in the future? Would you feel proud of yourself for raising a child who loves you
dearly? Studies suggest that our happiness level greatly spikes whenever you hug your child
tightly. Can you see it? The kid’s big innocent smile and a quiet ‘I love you!’ So, all of you
Japanese men, get the fuck out of your room and search for a Japanese woman to have a
Japanese child now!!

Bufffortress2
You have breeding or impregnation kinks or something?

There were lots of comments, so much so that Denji didn’t even bother to read half of them.
Fumiko put her phone back in her pockets, an eyebow raised, while her grin turned into a
side smirk as she leaned closer to him until her head touched his chest through the shirt.
Denji boredly looked down with empty eyes as she grabbed his crotch through the pants.
“Can you help me do this?”
“No!” Denji didn’t want to get involved in any of this. Although he didn’t know what she
was about to say, he predicted that it would be something about trying to hook up as many
girls as possible so that she could film them more. It violated his privacy and the girls’ too.
The internet could easily discover their identity and share it across platforms. Fumiko
mentioned that she blurred all of the faces, but he was a bit wary of it.

“Just this one time, Denji-senpai!” Fumiko hugged his side, her hands wandering around his
waist to his crotch. Denji, though a little excited due to her touch, didn’t bat an eye at the
begging Fumiko. He grabbed her by the writst and lightly yanked away, which got a sad
groan from Fumiko. “A shame, ‘cause I was going to tell you where Hayakawa-sensei lives.”

This initially got his eyes widening, and Denji sharply turned around. “You know where she
lives? Tell me!” Denji stomped toward Fumiko with a demanding tone, his eyes seemingly
begging for an answer. Fumiko pouted and crossed her arms; due to his attitude, she wouldn’t
tell him unless he agreed to help her. Denji seemed to understand that, so he bit his lips
before nodding in humiliation. “Okay… I will help you."

“Yay! Always care for fans; no wonder you’re my favorite idol, right, Denji-senpai?" She
tightly hugged Denji. Yes, she did eavesdrop on the conversation between him and Kishibe,
and upon knowing that Denji was trying to know Akera's address, she thought it would now
be a good idea to approach him.

“Alright… What do you want me to do?” A grin spread across her lips. Fumiko’s index
fingers jabbed against each other as she turned toward Denji, her head slightly cocking to the
side. “Make a porno video with me.” She said it with no hesitation or shame at all.

Denji’s brain took a moment to register the request. Finally, upon realizing that she wanted
him to have sex with her while being filmed by one or multiple cameras, He did have some
weird copulation before, such as that one time with Quanxi, with Makima as an audience, or
that one awkward threesome of Akane and Sami, but this... This is beyond strange.

If not for Akera’s address, Denji would immediately refuse to participate. “But why? Why do
you want to make a porno video?”

Fumiko leaned on the wall, humming. “Views don’t bring enough money, but ad revenues do.
But to get the privilege to put in more ad revenues, I must have more views, so we have to
attract more people to watch my video.” And to do that, she must think of something more
unique in order to get more views. She had thought of one: instead of placing cameras and
waiting for Denji, she would make a video shot just like a porn video, from the angles and
positions to the dialogue. Essentially anything.

If luck was on her side, the algorithm would support Fumiko. “Meet me at the gate after
school; from there, I will take you to my home to start filming.” Before Fumiko left, she
didn’t forget to rub his crotch before walking away with a grin on her face. Meanwhile, Denji
was still standing there, wondering about everything. “It can’t get any weirder."
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Denji was a bit speechless when he entered Fumiko’s room, which seemed normal at first
glance, but once he opened a drawer, bam! Sex toys. 3 dildos with different sizes, vibrators
for the clitoris, an egg vibrator... She is much wilder than Yoru. Other than that, the room was
more like a girly type, so no one would expect these in her room.

Since they were about to make a porn video, she prepared a tripod and a camera she rented.
Fumiko had already come up with a plot; when he asked why, she said that a porno video
must have some kind of plot to attract viewers instead of directly going straight to the sex
scene.

He sat down on the bed, observing around, and then Fumiko entered the room with another
camcorder she borrowed from a friend. “I have placed some cameras around the room so that
we could switch to different angles. It helps edit a lot better.” She reassured him with a grin,
while he was a bit nervous.

“Yeah…” Denji narrowed his eyes when Fumiko threw pants on her bed, along with a piece
of paper with dialogue. “This is... the script?” The words and the writing seemed to be really
porn-like, just like a classic “Oh no, I have been caught sniffing this lady’s pants, but she’s
horny right now, so we fuck for the rest of the video” or something like that.

Denji’s eyes darted to the two sets of pants on the bed, and he realized that he was about to
smell them. He now had to act like a pervert on camera. Fumiko instructed him to be
deranged and high on sex so that the audience could get hooked on his personality. Coomers
love crazy stuff.

They couldn’t afford to have any bloopers since Fumiko didn’t want to edit things out too
much. They would have to do it in one take only; any small errors are okay as long as they
don’t break out of character during filming. “Now climb out of the window!”

Denji was aware that the script required him to enter the room through the window, like a
true pervert would. Without a word, he obediently walked to the opened casement and
climbed out of the room through it. Fumiko gave him two thumbs up, and she began to set
the cameras. “Alright, when you hear a knock on the wall, you come in!”

“Yeah…” With that, she went to the tripod and put it in the corner of the room, and she stood
behind it. Denji made sure that not even a single pixel of his hair got into the frame, but this
is just embarrassing. Some by-passers saw Denji standing on the edge, barely keeping
himself balanced due to how tiny the platform was.

He ignored the judging stares the people were giving him. Luckily, he heard a knock on the
door, signaling for him to enter. ‘Finally!’ His toes almost slipped when he moved too
quickly, but he still managed to get in the room. He heard someone nearly bursting out
laughing from the door. Wiggling his toes, he slowly stood up and began to ‘act’.
"Wow, this is my crush’s room... So fucking fragnant!” Denji inhaled deeply as he walked
around the room, constantly opening the drawers only to close them immediately. The plot
wanted him to wander around the room for a solid minute before he would find his way to
her closer; from there, he would sniff her pants.

The tripod holding a camera could perfectly capture everything in her room since it was
placed right at the corner. Also, Fumiko told him lots of things, such as pressing one of her
pants on his nose while masturbating with another one. He could improvise if he wanted.
‘Fucking hell...' That sounded disgusting, but Denji would have to do it in order to find
Akera’s address.

Although he could just walk around normally, he tip-toed around and looked around, faking a
gasp as he admired Fumiko’s room. Denji wouldn’t call himself a decent actor, judging how
forced his expressions looked and how flat he delivered the line. Just like Megan Fox in
Mortal Kombat 1,

But this is porn, and porn doesn’t care about acting or how good the plots are. People come to
Pornhub to watch people fucking. Knowing that, Denji went around, opened some drawers,
and upon seeing the dildos, he immediately closed them once again. ‘Okay… This should be
enough.'

He sharply turned around, his attention on the bed, where two pants lie on the blanket. His
hands subconsciously reached out toward the underpants, his eyes wide. From the corner,
Fumiko couldn’t really tell if he was acting or not, but that was it! He perfectly captured that
perverted vibe just by his expression.

As he picked up the pants, Fumiko slightly adjusted the tripod until he was in the middle of
the screen. Denji slowly brought one of the pants to his nose and sniffed it. What surprised
him most was that the smell was pleasant, not as smelly as he expected, since Fumiko looks
like someone who loves to troll.

Her smile slowly widened as Denji pressed the whole pair of pants on his nose. His hands
strongly gripped the underwear, while his other hand pulled down the zipper to relieve the
tension inside the underwear. He hastily pulled down his own underwear before throwing it
away. His cock was semi-erect, so Denji would have to make it go full-erect.

He wrapped the other pants around his soft dick and slowly stroked it. The soft fabric made it
more pleasurable than his hands. Fumiko zoomed in closer to his groin to capture that scene,
a seductive smirk appearing on her face as she noticed that his dick slightly twitched and
seemed to be growing harder.

The pants were warm, which played a small part in getting him easily erect. The warmth
radiating from her pants shared its heat with his penis as he slowly sped up his strokes. All of
the aggressive rubbing burned his penis, yet Denji didn’t care. Because he had to make it
porn-like as much as possible.

Quite moans escaped through his mouth while his hands seemed to not have any intention of
slowing down. Denji might have forgotten the fact that he was acting. He went a little too far
by being too perverted, but that was exactly what Fumiko wanted. ‘Oh my god…’ Her face
beamed in happiness as she saw her idol sniffing on her underwear like a hungry beast.

She noticed that he had been snuffling her pants for two minutes, which is the perfect
duration for the prologue. Fumiko stopped recording and walked toward him with awe in her
eyes. “That was... amazing!”

“What?” Denji realized that she had turned off the cameras. Realizing that his nose was
making contact with the pants, he threw them back on the bed, wiping his nose and mouth to
remove the strings stuck in his teeth. Much to his surprise, Fumiko grabbed the tripod before
placing it right beside her bed and another smaller one right near his feet.

Like she mentioned, that camera was for recording the lower body, while the tripod was for
the upper body and facial expression. “Now, the next scene will be me barging in the room,
accusing you, before we get to the main thing. Do you get that, Denji-senpai?”

“Sure… whatever…” Upon hearing his response, Fumiko tiptoed and gave him a quick peck
on the lips before walking out of the room. With the cameras all set, Denji picked up the
pants again and sniffed them, but less aggressively than before. Denji began to lightly stroke
his dickey to sustain its state.

After a few seconds, Fumiko barged into the room, a horrified expression appearing on her
face once she spotted Denji jerking off with her pants. “Ahh! What are you doing in my
room, pervert? She screamed and grabbed a nearby umbrella to intimidate Denji. Despite
keeping a stern face, Fumiko was trying her best to hold back her laugh. ‘I sound so funny!’

“Huh uhh… ahhh…” Denji forgot his lines again, so he decided to improvise. "Wait, wait,
don’t hit me with that shit!” Like the script had told him, he intentionally showed off his big
dick to her and the camera too. Fumiko’s eyes immediately landed on the meat rod, then she
slowly dropped the umbrella.

A cheesy grin appeared on Fumiko’s face as she slowly walked toward the door and closed it.
Denji, although he knew that it was all acting, was a bit frightened to see Fumiko
approaching him with a big, wide grin. Her eyes looked straight into his, and then she looked
down at his dickey. "You've been sniffing my pants, right?”

He embarrassedly nodded while concealing his face. Fumiko tilted her head as she suddenly
grabbed his dick and gave it a few strokes. The unexpected contact earned a grimace from
him; the grin was still on her face while her fingers gently caressed his shaft.

“You like my pants, don’t you? Biting his lips, he nodded multiple times. Although it’s
embarrassing to admit it, he likes to sniff them one more time. But since that was too vulgar,
he decided to shut up and just enjoy her touch on his dick. Her index finger and thumb lightly
pinched the glans, causing him to slip up and moan out. “But breaking into a girl’s house isn’t
a normal thing to do, you know that?”

“Yes… I do…” His words were interrupted by heavy breathing from her touch. Fumiko
realized that and wanted to tease him more about torture in an enjoyable way for him.
“Please, don’t call the police." A groan cut off the rest of his lines, but Fumiko didn’t mind
about the script anymore.

“Want forgiveness?” Get religio- She tapped her lower lips in thought, and her attention
drifted back to his naked crotch. She might not have noticed it, but a small blush spread
across her cheeks. Fumiko gently rubbed his dick with seductive eyes and a wide smirk.
Although she said that she needed Denji to help her get more ad revenue, her true intention is
to have sex with her idol, Denji. “Why don’t you get on your knees and lick my pussycat
clean?”

That wasn’t on the script. It was supposed to be more talking before she took off her clothes
and seduced him. “What?” All of a sudden, Denji felt weight on his shoulders. Before he
could even utter a word, he realized that he was already kneeling, with his face on the crotch
level. Though confused, he didn’t question why and would do whatever Fumiko told him to.
Half of her face was obstructed by her chest, but he could tell that she was smirking.

Fumiko removed the strap of her pinafore, which was dropped down on the ground. With
only a shirt and underwear covering her body, Denji grabbed the waistband and pulled it
down to her ankles. With the camera correctly placed, it could capture the view of her pussy;
the only drawback is that Denji’s head sometimes blocked it. She placed a hand on his head
before leisurely pressing it against her pussy mound.

Her pubic hair chafed against his forehead while his tongue was desirefully poked out to get a
taste of her pussy’s leaking juice. The grin spread wider as Denji continued to sloppily lick
all over her vagina to her groin; the sweaty reek seemingly didn’t bother him one bit. Denji
felt like his dick was growing despite already being in its fully erect state.

Denji’s hands spread her vaginal lips so that he could discover more of Fumiko, who seemed
to be enjoying that pussycat licking of his. “You love it, pervert boy? ~” She could feel his
forehead tapping on her pubis. Knowing that he nodded in confirmation, she pressed his face
against her mound even harder, nearly suffocating him. “Now you love it?”

Despite having no space to breathe, he nodded once again. His tongue dug deeper, giving him
an opportunity to wet her inside while essentially licking clean all of her juice right in the
vaginal canal. His nose began to rub against her clitoral area, and since he spread her lips, it
was easier to find that uvula-shaped thing.

Actually, a clitoris is nearly identical to a penis, but on a microscale. So, each time you flick
her partner’s bean, remind her that you are actually touching a penis. That makes you gay.

After more than a minute and a half of pussycat licking, Fumiko felt like the warm-up was
enough and moved on to the next position. “Hey, thief boy, wanna see something great?” She
first gave him a hint by massaging her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. Denji, clueless
at first, immediately nodded once he realized her intention.

“I do want to!" Denji proceeded to go downtown again to show how excited he was.
Eventually, his enthusiastism shifted into forcefulness, as shown by how fiercely he was
eating her out. Fumiko chuckled at the sight, but as her video wasn’t about 20 minutes of
cunnilingus, she decided to put it off.
“Get up now, thief boy! Now we do something provocative.” Fumiko had thought of a
position that was about oral sex, while they could still be filmed by the tripod without having
to move it. Slowly and teasingly, she undid her tie before her hands started to remove the
shirt. Under that shirt, there was no bra, meaning that she was already bare-breasted when
they went to her house. Denji saw that she was naked while he was half-clothed, so he began
to undo the buttons and immediately threw his shirt and jacket away.

He stood up, towering over her head, before leaning forward for a long kiss. Fumiko accepted
it rather unhesitatingly. As they were too distracted while kissing sloopily, Denji wrapped his
hands around her bare waist, and Fumiko’s hand traveled down to his groin to hold his hard
cock.

Fumiko didn’t want to question if that was his saliva or her juice. Denji lifted her up slightly
and gently laid her on the bed. The kissing didn’t stop or didn’t even show signs of dying
down. Their bodies appeared to be growing hotter as the session kept getting more intense.
Their lips parted, but not their tongues.

A soft hum was exhaled through his nose while Fumiko poked out of her tongue for a French
kiss. Of course, Denji agreed in a heartbeat. His hard dick, however, was an obstacle that
blocked his body from making contact with hers. He resolved to lay on Fumiko’s right side
before continuing to stimulate her tongue and lips.

From that angle, the tripod was still able to capture the whole scene of her naked body on
bed. While his mouth was busy doing the orally sexual stuff, his hand slid down across her
chest, past her midriff, and then it found its way to her northern region. It’s a strange habit he
has; Denji just likes to finger her vagina before doing the penetration. It’s best used to
discover more about her body and quirks.

They weren’t aware that the door wasn’t fully closed, only leaving a tiny gap. Denji and
Fumiko, who were too lost in their blissful copulation, didn’t even bother to lock the door.
His fingers hacked upward and pressed on the urethral sponge part, applying small pressure
and rubbing in a circular pattern. Denji reassured her with a deep kiss as her lower body
twitched when she reached climax.

Despite his left hand getting soaked by her squirt, Denji outright ignored it and resumed
fingering her through the orgasm. Fumiko sucked all of the air left in his mouth, and
eventually the twitching died down, and she parted her lips with his to regain her breath.
Denji showed no sign of exhaustion, lifted her up, and turned her body around until her
saturated pussy was right above his face while her nose was poked by his dick.

“69… heh?” Denji didn’t say anything and immediately pressed his mouth against her soaked
vagina before licking all of her squirts. Fumiko returned the favor by putting his dick inside
her hot mouth. Starting by stimulating his glans with her lips and teeth, Fumiko’s head
bobbed up and down, engulfing his whole size nearly to the base without much difficulty.

Despite the fact that her orgasm had long finished, Denji’s face was splashed by a short
stream of love juice leaking out of her vaginal hole. But that excited Denji, who widely
opened his mouth to drink all of Fumiko’s remaining ejaculate. Sensing that there were no
more, Denji smooched his whole face on her mound before continuing to lick her off.
The entrance of her throat was constantly jabbed by his dick, yet Fumiko didn’t have any
complaints. On the contrary, she enjoyed it very much. She snorted with laughter after pulling
her head while relaxing her lower body, causing it to weigh down on his face. Although Denji
almost had no room to breathe, he still tried to continue his work as usual.

A long, muffled moan escaped through her mouth as she was lubing his dick with her saliva,
giving it a few strokes so that the thick, bubbly liquid spread evenly on his member. She
decided to tease him by lightly poking her tongue on his peehole; the result was Denji being
tickled by the sensation.

Denji lightly scratched her groin as payback, and it did cause her to laugh out loud. After a
whole minute of giving each other pleasure in an oral way, Fumiko’s legs lightly tapped
Denji in the temple, urging him to get into the main course. Having read the script, which
required him to... be dominant when it’s time for the penetration, Denji grabbed her by the
waist and then tenderly put her right beside him, with her naked body shown to the tripod.

“Impatient, aren’t you, thief boy?”

“Shut up, bitch! You’re just a fuck to me!” By the Elder Gods, that was the most horribly
written and cringiest thing he had ever said in his lifetime. Of course, porn does feature a lot
of lewd and dirty words, such as things like ‘fuck my pussy’ or ‘you’re so big’ or'so fucking
tight’. Still, Denji was a tad bit hesitant to utter those horrendously awful words. “You love
my cock, huh, bitch?”

"Yes, I do want it inside of me.” Fumiko’s head turned around with a large grin, her left hand
touching the back of his head. Her nose was just a few millimeters away from his mouth, and
Denji could tell that she was urging him to stick his dick into her pussycat. Denji grabbed his
cock by the base and guided it toward her entrance, rubbing his tip before recklessly inserting
half of his length inside.

All of the muscles in her body tightened as she felt her vagina being split by his cock when
he began to slowly thrust his hips. His mouth attacked her neck with barrages of smooches
and soft kisses as his tip managed to touch her cervix. Upon reaching that depth, Fumiko let
out a short but loud moan. At this point, Denji wasn’t sure if she was acting for now.

Denji held her left leg by her inner thigh to have her crotch visible to the camera; therefore,
viewers could see her entire naked body on the video. “You’re tight, slut... That pussycat of
yours makes it want to go crazed!” A grimace appeared on his face whenever he uttered
sentences like these. It was awkward for him.

"Yes, yes, I’m your little slut. Break me! You can sniff my pants all you want! Just fuck me
whenever you come over to my house."Fumiko poked out her tongue, her eyes rolling back
similarly to Ahegao. His waist kept making physical contact with her plump ass. His hands
wormed around her armpits and groped her big breasts, fingers pinching on her hard nipples.

Fumiko couldn’t tell how long it had been. Maybe 10 minutes from the start, with one minute
and a half in this sideways sex position. If so, they should change positions, maybe after a
minute. A moan was heard from Denji, and she noticed that his thrusts got significantly
faster. “Oh…”
“I’m going to cum soon, Fum—I mean, slut." Denji mumbled, and his smooches got more
aggressive. His cock mercilessly kissed her cervix without showing signs of slowing down,
which is good for Fumiko, who now wore a grin on her face as she turned her head around
and brought him to a deep kiss, which he eagerly accepted.

With one final deep thrust, Denji blatantly shot a huge load inside of her, the semen flowing
from the cervix and then dripping into her uterus. Luckily, Fumiko did prepare some
contraceptive pills, which were replaced with some tasteless candies by Pochita, for some
unwanted creampie. Denji blinked, then realized that he had accidentally finished too soon.
“Sorry…”

“Don’t worry…” Fumiko plopped down on her bed, reaching for the tripod and turning the
camera off. “I can edit the video to delete all of the redundant scenes. Plus, we’re halfway
through; we deserve some rest, aren’t we?” Fumiko smiled at Denji, who nodded and laid
down beside her.

“One question though: are you going to blur our faces?”

“Of course I’m going to!” Fumkiko smirked. “I’m not a pornstar and have no interest in
becoming one.” The other videos she had posted on the website had Denji and the girls’ faces
blurred. That would protect their identities. “Also, you should work more on saying dirty
words, Denji-senpai. The way you blurted it out felt so forced."

She poked Denji’s cheek, and then he lightly slapped her hand away. “Just why the fuck did
you film me having sex with them? How have you been spying on me?”

Fumiko snorted with laughter. “For nearly a month, when you first had your dick sucked by
that black-haired girl," He presumed that it was Bimu, but that was virtually impossible since
he had all the windows covered by the curtain, unless Fumiko had randomly placed a camera
in there. “I was testing my newly bought hidden camera. Place one in the health clinic, and
then... you know the rest, Denji-senpai.”

Denji nodded in understanding. Yet one more thing was bugging him a lot. He saw third-year
books on the table, and Fumiko had been calling him ‘senpai’ a lot. She is definitely not a
first-year student. “You must be wondering why I’m calling you'senpai', right?” Although he
was surprised that she accurately guessed what he was thinking, he still nodded. "Because...
you have more experience in sex than me.”

“Yeah sure…” He had sex with at least 15 girls already, so it kind of makes sense. Denji
sighed in relief before he felt some shuffles right to his right, where Fumiko was lying beside
him. “What is it?” He didn’t even bother to look at her.

“Break time’s over, Denji-senpai~”

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 “Holy shit!!”

“Can you be quiet, Yoru? I’m trying to study here! If you want to masturbate, at least turn off
the sound effect!” Asa yelled at her sister, who was, as usual, watching some porn videos
instead of studying for her midterm exam.

“Hey Asa, would you believe this?”

“I’m not watching any porn videos you are about to show me!” The harsh words from Asa
demotivated Yoru from telling her sister to watch this interesting video, helped by the
algorithm. "Huh. That Denji boy is now doing some porn." Although the faces were blurred,
she could still easily recognize him just by his body frame, hairstyle, and Dick's size.

Chapter End Notes

Sorry Kishibe fans... but I don't think he would get that Quanussy.

I feel a bit unconfident about this chapter's sex scene for some reason. Maybe it was too
fast or too porn-like...

Now... Halloween! The next chapter is obviously gonna be Cosmo, or Kosumo in this
fic, and I have a question for ya. Would you want the next chapter to only be Cosmo, or
one or two more joining in?
 Halloween!! (Cosmo)
Chapter Summary

Cunnilingus, Standing Doggy Style

Chapter Notes

Cosmo's name is Kosumo in this fic, for those who speed reads or don't know

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After filming that amateur porn video, Fumiko, as promised, provided Akera’s home address,
which was quite far away from the school. Denji, along with Reze, Bimu, and Powa, all
intended to pay the teacher a surprise visit. The Russian girl bought some strawberries to gift
Akera with; they were also reasonably priced.

Upon arriving at the place, they found out that Akera was living in an apartment, but since
Fumiko didn’t tell them about the exact room’s number, they had no idea where Hayakawa’s
room was. Said apartment was really big, so it might take more than hours to nagivate.

"Are you sure this is the right address?” Powa tapped Denji on the shoulder.

“I have no idea." A loud yawn was heard from Bimu’s direction, then a sudden “ah!” “Bimu,
be quiet.” Denji looked back at the written address on the paper and double-checked
everything again, but they were identical. He heard more rapid footsteps, and then it
quietened. “Bimu, don’t stray away.

“Hello, mister!” The atheletic girl deeply bowed to a man who had just gone back from the
supermarket along with his black Shiba. The old man slowly turned his weak neck toward
Bimu and then smiled. “Can you ask you a question, Mr."

"Oh, if my long-in-the-tooth brain could process it, then yes. Ask away, young girl.” The old
man put his bags of groceries behind his back while Bimu was looking up at the large
building.

“Where does our teacher live?”

“Teacher? There are at least..." He hummed, his hand rubbing his chin in thought. Since he
was quite old, his brain often failed to recall anything. “I’m sorry, young girl, but four
teachers are currently living here, so I can’t really know who.”
“Bimu, you should have been more specific.” Reze bowed with a quick apology, and the rest
of them did the same after the Russian girl. “I’m sorry, mister. But is there someone named
Hayakawa living here?”

Unexpectedly, the man’s already weak eyes widened in realization. His gentle smile turned
into a cheeky one; hell, even his dog barked happily upon hearing the name. “Oh! Hayakawa!
She is your teacher." The students were taken aback by his out-of-nowhere enthusiasm.

"So... you know of her, right?” Denji asked, and he received nods from the old man. “Can
you please tell us where she lives?” He knew that it was rude to suddenly ask someone with
that kind of tone, but he couldn’t help it. Considering that the man didn’t really care, Denji
silently sighed in relief.

“She’s such a lovely lady. Oh, that one time, I had to go visit my grandson two cities away,
but since he was allergic to dogs' furs, I had no choice but to leave Ino at home.” The old man
stopped his story to give his dog, Ino, a rub on the head. And it lolled out its tongue.

The students all shared a confused look at each other, with Denji insisting on someone
stopping him before this old man would tell them his story when he was young. Yet, no one
wanted to appear disrespectful, so they had to listen until he talked about Akera’s room
number.

"Then, out of the blue, Hayakawa saw me sitting on the stairs and asked me if I was having
any problems, to which I said I couldn’t bring Ino with me. But then you know what she said
next?” Denji shook his head, and then the rest followed suit. The old man’s smile widened,
then he slapped his own knee and pointed a shaky finger at them. “She offered to take care of
Ino until I came back! Oh, at that moment, I felt so thankful, as if I owed her a lot."

This old man, despite saying that he had said his memory had some gaps, was now
enthusiastically praising Akera like a goddess. But that didn’t seem right; Hayakawa disliked
animals, as she had unintentionally mentioned once. She said that she had no interest in
having a fluffy companion in her house, so it was hard for Denji to believe that she agreed to
take care of a Shiba.

“Trust me, her katsudon was really delicious. -

“Old man, please tell us where she lives already!” Powa annoyedly yelled out. All of the
useless ramblings about Akera were going to give her a headache already. Upon hearing the
scream, he immediately realized that he had accidentally digressed. The old man apologized
before clearing his throat once again.

“Sorry… Anyway, she lives in room 79. Lately, I haven’t been seeing for a while... Wonder
what could have happened to her?” He rubbed the back of his head with a sigh.

“79… 7th floor?!” Powa winced at the stairs being able to be seen from the entrance. She
hoped that this building had an elevator, while on the other hand, Bimu just bowed to the old
man before sprinting toward the stairs. As expected, no one was surprised to see her doing
something like that.
“Thank you for your help, Mr.” Reze gradually bowed to show respect to the old man, who
waved his hands and wished them a good day. With that knowledge in mind, they all walked
inside the apartment and began to look for an elevator instead of walking up to the 7th floor.

Luckily, within seconds of searching, they found one. Powa and Reze entered first, followed
by Denji pressing the button upon stepping inside. "So... he mentioned that he hadn’t been
seeing her for a while. Does that mean she is locking herself or going somewhere?” Powa
crossed her arms.

He couldn’t know; that statement led to many ambiguities, but they might be able to find the
answer once they arrived at the room. The most plausible explanation they could think of is
that Akera secretly married someone for years without anyone knowing, puked after a month
after a successful intercourse, then went to the hospital.

Still, that was impossible to be true.

They heard a ‘ding’ sound when the screen showed number 7, which is their intended
destination. Denji walked out first, looked around, and saw Bimu standing in front of a
locked door with a sign writing ‘79’ nailed to the wall above the entrance.

“Hayakawa-sensei! Are you home?"Bimu knocked on the door, and after hearing no
response, she knocked on it again, but with more force and impatience. Yet, despite the effort,
she heard no sound behind that locked door. “Hayakawa-sensei!! Are you sick?”

“Bimu! Stop stop!” Denji shushed her up before she could disturb the residents on this floor.
Reze and Powa stepped in front of the door, staring at the number 79 with a worried
expression on their faces. No one knew what was behind that door, nor even knew if she was
actually in the room.

‘Nah, Denji. She is alive, just a little unwell.' Denji had to remind himself to get rid of
negative thoughts every second.

Reze approached and put her right ear on the wall; as expected, she heard absolutely nothing
inside. There is no humming of light bulbs or the whirring of a fan. Just nothing. “I don’t
think sensei is inside, everyone." Reze narrowed her eyes in suspicion as she stepped back
while Denji was looking under.

Powa, from behind Denji, shivered in fear as she thought of a horrible possibility. “I think
that she was murdered in that room.” Shits like that are often broadcast on TV. The plot was
kind of like this: a woman is admired by many, suddenly goes missing for a few weeks, then
is found dead or killed in their own room.

“Nonsense. Hayakawa said she had to be hospitalized since she got sick.” Someone spoke
from behind the group. At first, all of them flinched at the unexpected old voice, and then
Reze was among the first to turn around. Said person was just the apartment owner, who
came up to 7th due to complaints of Bimu screaming and knocking on the door.

That relieved the group, knowing that Akera was rather safe and currently well. “About the
illness, do you know any details of it?” Reze took one step and asked the apartment owner,
who just shook his head with a hum.

“No clue, kiddos. The residents here said that they saw her lying on the ground, barely able to
move her legs. Then they rushed her to the hospital, and that’s all.” The owner explained, and
he abruptly raised his hand to stop Reze from questioning him. “Sorry, I don’t know which
hospital.”

“Oh…” Denji scratched his head and turned his back to the locked door. At least they now
knew that Akera was sick, not like the horrible things they imagined. About Akera, it would
be virtually impossible to visit her since there are about 600 hospitals located in Tokyo
Prefecture alone, not counting small ones. ‘Looks like we have to wait now.’

But it would be alright; Kobeni just woke up and felt well again, meaning that she could go
back to work again, thus replacing Kishibe. That young vice principal must be trying to text
Quanxi right now, only to be ignored and probably blocked by her. It would be funny to see.
Knowing Kishibe, he wouldn’t give up so easily.

Reze looked at the strawberries she had bought from the supermarket. Even if stored in the
fridge, it could only last up to a week before spoiling. She had a feeling that Akera wouldn’t
be back to work, maybe after two weeks or a whole month. Wait, why was the plastic
container shaking?

“Although I hate vegetables, I still like fruits!” Powa was deliciously munching the
strawberries shamelessly, digging her into the container to eat some of these nuts. Fun fact:
strawberries aren’t berries; they are more like nuts. Bananas are berries since they develop
from a flower with a single ovary.

Crazy…

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The next day, Denji still went to school and studied something before heading out to the
cafeteria to run some errands. It wasn’t up to the mark like usual, but at least 12,000 yen were
enough. Initially, he wanted to meet up with Yuko, but when he walked through the sewing
club room, he unexpectedly saw Quanxi with her students inside.

Pingtsi was munching on her donuts, being patted on the head by Quanxi, who was helping
the girls sew a pink gown. On the table, there was a long pink-haired wig placed right in front
of Kosumo. Denji just knew that Kosumo was probably making an outfit for some cosplay
convention.
Quanxi’s head turned to the door, and once she saw Denji, her eyebrow raised in surprise
before waving at him and telling him to come inside. Denji, a little hesitant, stepped into the
room and sat down right beside Tsugihagi. The mute girl gave him a quick wave before
continuing her work. "So... what character are you going to cosplay as?”

Although she already had pink hair, he didn’t know if it was natural or dyed. A long wig of
the same color was placed right beside her. Kosumo pridefully puffed up her chest and
showed him her phone, which was showing a picture of Princess Bubblegum, a character
from Adventure Time.

Denji nodded in understanding. Quanxi’s chin rested on her palm, and she looked at the
bright pink attire with some interest in it. “If you are Princess Bubblegum, I will be your
Marceline.” Kosumi had a blush on her face and lightly laughed at the statement while Denji
sat there, confused.

Pingtsi noticed his perplexity and leaned closer to him, whispering. “Those two characters
were once in a relationship.” Denji’s eyes widened in realization. He never knew any of that
when he was young, maybe because they were speaking English or because he just never
noticed any details like that.

Ryu boredly tapped the table with her nail while Tsugihagi was adding more detailing to the
gown. Since Kosumo was a cosplayer, she wanted her attire to be as close as possible to the
character in order to appease her fans. Suddenly, a loud notification sound rang from
Quanxi’s pocket. After she grabbed her phone and opened it, a frown appeared on her face, as
the messenger was Kishibe.

She ignored it and set her phone to ‘Total Silence’ mode. “That guy is really annoying." A
sweat was formed on Denji’s forehead, and since he was the one who taught Kishibe those
tips, the vice principal would use them to rile her up, even if it seemed to irritate her more
than impress her. However, the problem didn’t end there.

“I was looking for you.” A familiar voice spoke from the door, and Denji almost flinched in
surprise as the footsteps got louder until they stopped right beside Quanxi, who didn’t bother
to look at Kishibe. “Ms. Quanxi, I was looking for you!” Kishibe’s hand was placed firmly
on her shoulder, but Quanxi lightly pushed it away. "Cold, I like it.”

“What are you here for?” Quanxi waved her hand, telling the girls to continue sewing the
dress. A warped smile appeared on his face as he took out a piece of paper that clarified that
Quanxi was now under the internship of Kishibe instead of Akera, as planned. “What? I was
told that I’m under Hayakawa.

“She took a few days off, so I will be replacing her role for a while.” That explained why he
was assigned to be Denji’s homeroom teacher when Kobeni fell unconscious. Quanxi knew
that she couldn’t defy their orders, so with no other choice, she reluctantly had to obey. “If
you have any problems, don’t hesitate to call me for help.”

Fucking tip number one...

The Chinese intern teacher knew that he was up to something sinister; judging from his voice
and body language, he most likely wanted to bed her, just like many others before. Denji
didn’t dare say anything, nor did the female students. With a smile, Kishibe left the room, not
forgetting to bid her farewell.

“Is he always like that, Denji? Flirty and... coquetish?” Quanxi’s head turned to him.
Although Denji shook his head and said that the vice principal was just probably acting nice
to her, she already knew it wasn’t true due to the sweat on his forehead and his hands rubbing
together.

Kosumo, being positive as usual, just happily clapped her hands before standing up from her
seat and hugging Denji. “I have an idea! We should go together!” The sudden cry of remark
did earn a confused side eye glance from Denji, who just let out an ‘eh’ in response.

"I forgot to mention. Only couples can join the cosplay contest at the convention, meaning...
Quanxi eyed Denji with a shrug. “Kosumo couldn’t go there alone.” The cosplay-crazed girl
looked at Denji with a big grin, but the boy didn’t react to anything, his eyes seemingly not
blinking for a whole minute. “Denji?” The teacher waved her hand in front of his face, but he
still didn’t have any reaction.

After a few seconds, he returned to reality, wearing a confused frown on his face when he
turned to Kosumo. “Come with me, Denji! I want to join that contest!” She tightly hugged
Denji, rubbing her forehead on his ribs and begging him to do a cosplay with her. Not only
that, since the convention would be crowded, and a lot of perverts too, based on what Quanxi
had told her, since a lot of people would be participating, she needed someone to keep her
safe.

If Quanxi decided to show up with Kosumo at the convention, it would have a negative
effect. Japan, despite being a developed country, doesn’t legally recognize same-sex
relationships in any form. Although their attitudes eventually changed and became less
hostile over the year, that prejudice was still inside among the people. Quanxi cared for
Kosumo enough not to ruin her reputation and would willingly let Denji replace her role.

Wait, does that mean Quanxi is in a relationship with the students?

Denji unknowingly bit his lips before starting to think about it. He had no interest in these
kinds of activities, nor had he ever gone to a convention before. But seeing how eagerly
Kosumo wanted to go, just like a child wanting to go to the playground, Denji couldn’t help
but reluctantly accept the offer. “Yay! I love you so much!”

“Yeah yeah…” One problem remained: who is he going to cosplay as? Kosumo observed
Denji’s form and appearance, and after a quick inspection, she came up with one. Adventure
Time does indeed have a blonde character, although Denji was too skinny to match that
character’s physicality and his hair wasn’t long.

“You will be Finn the Human!” The main character of the same show is the one who seems to
have a crush on Princess Bubblegun in the early episodes. The clothing was really easy to
find—just a blue shirt, deep blue denim shorts, white socks and black shoes, and a green
backpack. The hardest one was the hat with two ‘ears’, but that could be easily made by
Tsugihagi, who also had a backpack they needed.

“No Jake…?” Ryu’s eyes showed some level of sadness when she didn’t hear any mention of
her favorite dog in all of the fiction. Still, it was rather weird to see Japanese people
discussing Western characters rather than anime ones.

From outside, Pochita wanted to see how well he could cosplay as Jake the dog.

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When he expected the convention to be crowded, he didn’t expect that it would be this
fucking crowded! The convention in question was held in Shibuya, which was called the
busiest pedestrian crossing in the entire world. And this wasn’t nearly as packed as Shibuya
Halloween.

Denji felt so misfit when he saw a lot of people cosplaying as anime characters. Sure, there
were a few who dressed up as famous comic book characters, such as Spider-Man,
Superman, and Deadpool. And most importantly,

MAN!

Denji frequently bumped into a lot of people passing by; due to how overcrowded this event
was, accidental collisions are expected. He, with Kosumo following right behind him and
holding his hand to avoid getting lost in the crowd, squeezed himself between rows of
cosplayers just to reach the entrance of the convention, where Denji, once again, bumped into
a pink-haired boy just his age.

"Ah, sorry, I was too hasty, wasn’t I?” Denji scratched his head and helped him up. Weirdly,
that boy didn’t have any colorful attire to cosplay, just a plain sign that read, “I like tall girls
with big butts!” Under the sentence was another one, “(Like Jennifer Lawrence)!”

“Okay, man…” Denji nodded, his eyes still glued to the silly sign. “Nice cosplay, though."

That pink-haired boy seemed to realize that his small wooden board attracted the Finn-
cosplayer more than his face. “As you can see, that’s my type." The boys both shared an
awkward look at each other, with silence between them, before Denji pointed at his own
chest.

“Me? I like girls with big boobs!” Within seconds, that awkwardness turned into hostility
once Denji revealed his type, which wasn’t the same as that sign-wearing boy. Denji seemed
to realize the change in aura and blankly stared at the boy—no, more like his nemesis.
Two boys, two types of women, and two different ideologies clashed. Kosumo scaredly hid
behind Denji’s back as two of them readied their stance, eyes deepening into a scowl with
their teeth gritting so hard that as if they were about to shatter, then...

They shook hands with each other intensively, but that didn’t mean their rivalry ended there.
“You like boobs, I see." The pink-haired boy nodded while maintaining eye contact with
Denji, who did the same back.

“Tall girls and big asses... good taste, I wouldd say.Denji nodded with a click of his tongue.
One likes asses, one likes boobs. Two completely different body parts of a woman. Both are
just big blobs of fat stored underneath the skin layer, yet they were all sexually attractive to
men and women.

“We’ll meet again... uhhh..."

“Denji. That’s all you need to know."

“Yuji… I hope we one day discuss this again.”

Both of the boys all shook hands one last time before they parted ways, with Yuji going on to
the different sector while Denji was heading toward the cosplayers’ area. Since Denji had
never been anywhere like this before, he told Kosumo to lead the way, which she
immediately accepted.

It was not strange to see a lot of people dressing up as characters. There was that one guy
who had a ridiculous hairstyle resembling Mutou Yugi, or a woman wearing a skintight suit
as Female Titan. While Denji and Kosumo were cosplaying as Finn and PB, who were both
Western characters from a cartoon,

“Get over here!" Someone threw a spear, or maybe it was a kunai on a chain, at Denji, who
narrowly dodged it before it could hit his chest. That guy, however, had to manually retract
his chain in order to do that again. "Ah, I hate doing this."

Luckily, it didn’t get any weird looks from anyone since everybody was busy gossiping and
taking pictures as well as doing some erotic poses in front of the camera. It was really loud in
here, so loud that he barely heard Kosumo saying something. “What were you saying?”

“The competition will start in thirty minutes. We have plenty of times!” With that, she ran off
somewhere while still gripping his wrist tightly. They passed through many awesome
cosplayers who all apparently wore much more revealing clothing compared to Kosumo,
whose gown covered her from neck to ankle.

As a result, the female cosplayers attracted more gazes and photographers, while nearly no
one batted an eye at Kosumo. It wasn’t hard to figure out that her costumes didn’t have a
slight hint of sexiness, unlike the others. Kosumo’s eyes fixed on a crowd of photographers
taking pictures of a Matoi Ryuko cosplayer, whose attire was a bit too revealing.

Kosumo felt someone bump into her, turning her head around to see a bunch of guys
menacingly stare down at her with mild disappointment in their eyes. Unbeknownst to Denji,
they began to eye her body through the gown and shake their heads with a groan.

“This girl’s costume is so bland... Not sexy at all.

“Princess Bubblegum? Who the fuck watches Adventure Time nowadays in Japan?”

"It's a shame that my petite body didn’t wear a costume that should have been more sultry."

“Hey guys, let’s go over there! That girl’s tits almost popped out!”

Although Denji had a blush when he saw that cosplayer, he had no intention to come close to
her since stuff like that ain’t his type in real life. That girl was sexy, he had to admit, but...
Denji still preferred simple cosplaying; take, for example, Kosumo’s gown. It made her look
like a child princess, which fits her personality, and—wait, where is she? “Kosumo?”

He freaked out when he realized that the grip on his wrist was long gone. He looked around,
his eyes widening in horror as he didn’t catch sight of the pink-haired girl. ‘Goddamn it…’
“Kosumo! Where are you?"She couldn’t have strayed far, so there is a high chance she went
to the bathroom without him noticing, but he could be wrong.

“Excuse me, let me through!” Denji had to lightly push some people in order to clear a path.
Some were irritated by it, but Denji didn’t give a shit about them at all. Kosumo just went
somewhere without telling him; he might be overthinking since she mentioned that she went
to a lot of conventions before; she probably went inside this one before.

Fortunately, he eventually found Kosumo sitting on the stairs near the restroom. Since they
were on the third floor, where no cosplayers were present since most activities were held on
the first and second floors, Denji thought that it was a chance to confide in her without loud
sounds.

“Hey, I bought some Coke when I was looking for you." Denji sat down beside Kosumo, who
timidly accepted the cola before taking a small sip from it. When he told her that she could
drink the whole bottle, Kosumo just shook her head, refusing to take another one. Denji
wouldn’t say that he was good at coaxing someone into feeling better; sure, it worked for
Yuko because she was more forgiving than expected. “Something on your mind... the
competition, or that girl?"

Kosumi silently glanced at him with sad eyes, and she looked at her own attire. “I look so
ordinary... There is nothing special about me.” There was a clear pattern in her costumes: all
of her cosplays had her dressed in a discreet way. Sometimes, it was a long skirt. Sometimes,
it would be a colored shirt and shorts at most. Kosumo never showed anything further than
her shoulder.

Denji wanted to say something cheesy, like the “I’m ugly, I’m pregnant” meme. But, fearing
that would ruin the mood, he decided not to and stayed quiet. Like hell, if Quanxi was here,
she would sabotage his competition and announce that Kosumo was the winner. And then
flirt with that Matou Ryuko girl, probably.
"Maybe if I could become like her, I could be more like her.” Denji’s eyes burst wide open at
the implication. He looked at Kosumo with disappointment when she turned to him with a
smile. “I have to make more costumes that can attract gazes and looks so that I will be
noticed. I should be sexier."

“Kosumo, I don’t think..." Denji groaned and rubbed his eyes with tiredness. The cosplay-
obese girl continued to ramble about attention and love from fans. If she strayed from acting
cute and innocent, she would get more attention from everyone. “Do you cosplay for yourself
or for them?”

Out of the blue, Denji’s question caught her off guard and effectively silenced her. Kosumo
had a puzzled look on her face as she stared off the empty space with her mouth hanging
open in thought. Of course, she loves cosplaying; it’s her hobby, meaning that it’s for herself.
Not for others.

Kosumo seemed to realize that. Her style was stuff like this—cute and childlike. Her cosplay
often consisted of easy-to-find stuff, or at least affordable and simple. That made up a style of
hers. Maybe out of jealousy, she wanted to compete with more erotic cosplayers by imitating
them.

What do people say? Be yourself." So it’s clear. This is your hobby and style. Denji scratched
his head, trying to come up with words to help Kosumo get rid of her hatred. “Why would
you change your style just to meet the expectations of people whom you don’t know? If you
just copy that girl, you will essentially become a lesser duplicate."

Kosumo hesitantly sat down on the stairs again, with her head resting on his shoulder. Denji
could feel his body lightly shaking from her small nod. “You think my costumes are better
than hers?” She looked at him with innocent eyes, hands gripping on his sleeves in demand
of an answer.

“Fuck yeah! Yours are cuter than hers! Better than her, even!” Denji reassured her with a big
grin on his face. He pointed at her bright pink gown and raised his right hand above his head
while the other was at his knees. “On the level, your costume is leagues above hers. Were I
the judge, I would straight up make you the winner!”

Upon hearing the exclamation, a smile slowly formed on Kosumo’s sad face, and she
immediately hugged him so tightly that Denji’s body fell in her direction, but he nevertheless
gently returned the hug. Kosumo’s style is cute, and he and Quanxi don’t want to change any
of that. Showing more skins doesn’t make it a good cosplay, but rather how much passion
and small details you put into it.

He knew that Kosumo and Tsugihagi worked hard on the costumes, trying to perfect every
single sown thread for this dress. Since Princess Bubblegum is made out of, you know,
bubblegum, Kosumo added a thin layer of silicon and painted it pink to create the illusion
that this gown was soft.

Pochita, as usual, was watching them from the fourth floor and was hesitant to shoot the dart.
At first, he was going to shoot the aphrodisiac-filled dart in order to get him to fuck Kosumo,
but after hearing the conversation, he decided against it. He didn’t want to ruin this
wholesome moment, but Abe, on the other hand,

“Agent P… You know my duty is absolute, don’t you?” The walkie-talkie gained Pochita’s
attention; luckily, not those two. Instead of a silly, cheery tone, Shinzo’s voice was devoid of
emotion or punctuation, almost scaringly flat. Pochita, although intimidated, still didn’t
respond to the Prime Minister and climbed on the window. “No one dares to disobey me.”

Almost immediately, Pochita felt a dash of electricity running from his nose to his limbs,
effectively paralyzing the dog. Since he was escaping through the window, he almost fell to
his demise, if not for his fast reaction. Pochita desperately clawed his own neck in an attempt
to soften the pain or at least forget the electrifying sensation, but it didn’t work out. “Agent P,
how about this? You shoot the dart at the girl, and I will turn off the shock collar on your
snout.”

Despite not wanting to give up, the pain urged him to accept the deal by growing fiercer.
Knowing that he was strong but not invincible, he nodded and tapped the button on the
walkie-talkie to signal Shinzo. Almost immediately, the sensation went away, and Abe
cleared his throat through the device. Pochita, with nearly no strength left, weakly stood up
and readied his gun.

“As always… You have served me well, Agent P.” Abe mumbled in regret, as he didn’t want
to do this. Pochita was his best agent, and it saddened the Prime Minister to see the dog going
against his order. Pochita inserted the dart into the transquilizer gun before aiming it at
Kosumo’s neck.

Denji could barely hear a silent ‘pew’ before something directly pierced into her nape. After
the liquid entered her body, the dart automatically fell off her nape and rolled down the stairs.
All of this happened so fast that Denji had no idea what happened until Kosumo tapped her
own forehead and complained about the headache.

“Oh come on…” He already guessed what would happen next. His first solution was to give
her the Coke so that she could drink it. Since Coca-Cola does contain a small amount of
caffeine, it should help wash away the horniness. But before he could even grab the bottle,
Kosumo forcefully placed her hand on his cheek before leaning closer for a soft kiss.
‘Goddamn…’

"No, Kosumo, we are not having sex here." Denji blocked his mouth, causing her to blindly
kiss his palm. When she realized that the surface felt so rough and flat, not soft like lips, an
annoyed frown appeared on her face as she began to tug his shirt for sex, but Denji still shook
his head in refusal.

This is uncannily weird. Just seconds ago, she was hugging him, and then she immediately
asked for sex with him. It’s almost like something or someone—more like a third party—
made her do this. Two, although this is the floor where no one would come across, they
couldn’t just do it right in the stairs and expected no one would see them.

“So you lied... You don’t like me or my costumes. She whimpered and covered his face with
her arms. Denji’s eyes widened in shock, and then he scratched his head in thought before
attemping to apologize to her, but she still harshly swatted his hand away and ignored every
word he uttered. No matter what he said, Kosumi still refused to listen to him and covered
her face.

With no other choice, he cursed his own life before nodding.

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Since they didn’t want to be caught having sex right at the stairs, Denji supported Kosumi
while in bridal carry. Despite having not reached their desired destination, she hungrily
wrapped a hand around his neck before their lips touched once again. Denji gently accepted
her yearning for a kiss and began to deepen it by dancing his tongue inside her mouth.

Too distracted to notice his surroundings, Denji almost hit the wall, nearly harming Kosumo
unintentionally. “That was close." Kosumo nodded and then resumed their session once again
as Denji tried to open the men’s room without sight. After nearly a whole minute, it should
have been five seconds, if not for Kosumo’s desiring kisses. He kicked the door, brought her
inside, closed the door, and locked it.

If someone ever came to take a piss in the men’s room, sorry, Denji had already put a trash
can and a water-filled bucket to block the door so that no one could ever interrupt their
‘business’. The two-ear hat thing and his backpack were all carelessly thrown on the ground,
while his attention was always on Kosumo the whole time. Kosumo also began to undress
herself by removing the sash around her waist, but the only way to fully remove her gown is
to pull down the zipper around her back.

Denji seemed to realize her struggle and offered to help her with that part. He first kissed her
on the neck while his right hand slid under her armpit before finding its’ way to his back and
pulling the zipper down. With the dress now turning baggy, she was able to take off her gown
without much of a problem.

Well, there was one more problem: no one really knew if the floor was dirty or clean, but
they wouldn’t risk dirtying the gown because the competition would start in twenty minutes.
A stain or an imprint might leave a bad impression on the judges and the audience, thus
lowering the chance of their victory.

“Maybe you shouldn’t take it off instead.” Denji said that and pulled the zipper up. This made
her pout in annoyance since she thought that she wouldn’t get a chance to have naked sex
with him, just like porn depicted. Kosumo didn’t know anything about clothed sex, which is
something they will be doing now. Disappointed she seemed, she still accepted to wear her
gown while Denji was fixing and trying to remove his denim shorts.
Like most of his intercourses, he started by working up her pussycat with his tongue. Denji
wouldn’t risk having her mouth smell like his dick, so he could only perform some
cunnilingus and then the penetration. No flashy positions or long blowjobs; just a quick sex,
and then they would exit the restroom together.

Denji hid his head under her skirt; from his point of view, he could see anything concealed by
that cute dress of hers. Since the sash around her waist was removed, he had access to seeing
her dainty body, which was unsually pink because of the dress’s color. Putting that issue
aside, he turned his head to the pants, and then he pulled them down halfway to her thighs.

Her blush grew more furiously as she could feel his hot and long breaths hitting her vagina.
She shyly looked to the side, although it wouldn’t change the fact that Denji’s tongue was
already poking out and giving it a quick lip. He didn’t really expect that her pussycat was
sweet-smelling; it kind of makes sense. She was going to a cosplay convention, so it’s not
really strange for her to take a shower before donning the gown.

He guessed that this pleasant fragrance was from peony shampoo due to how sweet and rosy
it was while having a small hint of a citrusy smell from it. It got him wilder, thus urging him
to be more aggressive instead of meekly pleasuring her. His tongue began to speed up,
touching unreached corners of her vagina while Denji was caressing her thighs.

It almost got a yelp from Kosumo, who quickly covered her mouth to suppress her moans.
She didn’t want anyone to find out about their little lecherous act in the men’s room, nor did
Denji. Eventually, she uncovered her mouth to allow herself some air, but she also began to
shakily breathe, her skin flushing as her body temperature grew hotter.

Meanwhile, Denji was continuing to do his work as usual until he felt a small stream of thick
liquid leaking from her vulva. As if he wasn’t ashamed at all, he licked clean all of that juice;
not only that, he didn’t feel enough. He demanded more. Once again, his lips physically met
her pussycat, and he began to rock her world with his skilled tongue.

The ferocious habits of slurping and licking got a loud moan from her, but now Kosumo
didn’t care at all right now. Screw whoever intended to go inside this room to pee or
passersby who could have heard their moans. She just wanted to orgasm. Her breaths became
unsteady, like a mess, while Denji’s nose started to rub her clitoris, furthering his job.

Not long after that, Denji felt a stream of her juice sprayed directly on his face, almost hitting
his eyes at great speed. Had he not closed his eyes, he would have been blinded by her squirt.
No, he had no intention to cosplay Kenshi Takahashi.

Most of it was all licked by Denji, who noticed that a few drops managed to escape and were
dripping on her inner thighs. Not wasting even a single drop, Denji stuck out his tongue and
began to lick off the juice, unknowingly tickling her. Instead of lewd moans, Kosumo started
to giggle due to how ticklish his tongue was.

Denji was confused about why she was laughing; maybe it was him licking her inner thighs?
“What’s so funny?” He wiped his mouth clean and peeked his head out of the skirt with a
baffled look on his face. Kosumo shook her head, still laughing. His eyes narrowed in
uncertainty before he crawled out of the skirt and stood up. Adruptly, her laughter suddenly
changed into a gasp of shock. He looked down to where her eyes were and saw his erection
visible through his underwear.

She subconsciously covered her mouth to hide her widening gasp. From her eye movements,
Denji could see that she was shocked to see his cock. “Don’t worry, I will be gentle.” He
gave her a soft kiss on the forehead as a guarantee. Upon hearing his meaningful promise, she
bobbed her head in a slow nod before rubbing her cheek on his shoulder.

Denji opted for some standing sex because it was probably their best choice, with Kosumo
not wanting to ruin her dress and Denji wanting to have some space to thrust. However, there
must be some easy-to-do positions, considering that her gown limited them a lot. He didn’t
want to ruin that beautiful costume of hers; thankfully, he was able to find one that suited
their circumstances.

"Hey, hey, can you turn around and face the sinks?” Her eyebrow raised; nevertheless, she
still did what he ordered her to do. After stepping in front of the base of the sinks, Denji,
from behind, lifted her skirt and rolled it up while still keeping it perfectly fine. Kosumo
didn’t know what was happening until she felt something soft poking at her entrance, a blush
burning her cheeks as he leaned down to give her a soft smooch on the neck. “I’m gonna put
it in…”

Before she could even say a word, a sharp, tingling, yet pleasurable pain got a moan from
Kosumo. The sensation was still lingering as his dick was inserted inside of her pussycat. Her
mouth, while shaking in rapture, couldn’t say a word. His cock remained inside her vagina
until he slowly moved his hips forward. After touching the soft part, which was the cervix, he
stopped for a while.

At first, he thought that her juice was coating around his cock, but it felt much thicker than
squirt. Almost like… ‘Blood…’ His theory was proven right when he slowly pulled out and
was greeted with the sight of a line of blood running down his shaft. As much as the smell
kind of irked him, Denji didn’t really mind about it at all since there were papers they could
use.

Realizing that her body was shaking and she was mumbling something, Denji hastily leaned
down before hugging her closely. Kosumo instantly relaxed under his touch, a sign of relief
escaping through her nose. Since this was her first time, considering the blood, Denji has now
decided to take things slowly and gently.

Slowly and carefully, his hips slowly moved forward, dick entering deeper into her vagina
once again before it reached the neck of the uterus once again. A low moan was exhaled
through her mouth, and he took that as a sign of pleasure. Her body felt so hot, as if she were
practically burning from the inside, yet Denji still enjoyed the relaxing warmth radiating from
Kosumo.

Denji was now doing something that Finn could not: Fucking Princess Bubblegum, though it
was just cosplays. Her vaginal muscles clenched against his dick, urging him to add more
strength to the thrusts. That benefited both of them in good ways. The tightness of her
pussycat was like trying to milk him. Denji enjoyed the sexual feeling in this intercourse, but
he still focused on what Kosumo was thinking more than him.
His hands grabbed the sides of her waist, then he leaned down with his tongue poked out, a
soft hum gaining her attention. Kosumo tiredly looked to the side and also opened her mouth
before their lips touched. His thrusts didn’t interrupt their kissing, despite his hips making
contact with her bare ass.

As their intercourse grew more intense, a loud bang on the door suddenly earned their
attention. Kosumo almost yelled in surprise but was luckily stopped by Denji before anyone
could hear her. They expected it to be a janitor or a guard, but they were proven wrong.

“What if someone found out?”

“Don’t worry, we’re on the third floor. No one could interrupt us.” Denji and Kosumo looked
at each other in confusion as they began to hear kissing and snogging outside the door. “Oh
damn, the men’s room was locked."

“Yuji… We can use the ladies’ room, can’t we?" The female voice asked with a seductive
tongue. Denji heard a chuckle in approval before noticing that the footsteps slowly faded
away, and then a door loudly kicked open and was locked by that couple.

Denji and Kosumo blinked at the same time, and then they shared a chuckle with each other.
"It seems like we aren’t the only ones getting naughty in here.” Kosumo silently laughed at
that, and Denji began to move his hips again, his chin resting on her shoulder as his hands
traveled to her chest and groped her'modest-size' boobs through the dress.

As mentioned, Kosumo added a thin layer of silicon around the dress to make it squishier like
gum, but it reminded him of Powa, who wore two big breast pads as well. Over time, all of
the virginal blood faded, or they all lubed his dick, thus making it easier for him to thrust.
They were so lost in their sexual bliss that neither of them picked up the scent of blood or the
loud moans from the ladies’ room just behind the wall.

Denji knew that he was about to reach his limit when he felt something was building up
inside of his urethra. He decided to announce that with a deep kiss to Kosumo, who more
than eagerly accepted it without a question. His hot breaths hit against her lips, and he looked
at her with loving eyes. Kosumo looked up at him with a deep blush since she was a little shy
to look into his eyes directly.

With one final thrust, his hip fully made contact with her bottom, and their lips met once
again. Denji stopped holding his stomach in when he felt streams of semen shoot out of his
peehole, and his hands soon relocated from her chest to her neck before deepening their kiss.

All of her senses seemed to stop working, overwhelmed by her blissful feeling. She could
barely feel anything other than her shaky legs and something dripping out of her vagina.
Denji could feel her heavy breathing, and he slowly pulled out, grabbing the base of his cock
and shaking to make sure every single drop of semen leaked out.

“That was... awesome!” Kosumo accidentally shouted after regaining her senses. Denji
shushed her up before the other couple could hear them. “Oh… sorry.” After realizing her
mistake, she shyly looked down in shame, but Denji quickly assured her with a gentle pat on
the head.
 He pulled out his phone from his pants and noticed that they had five more minutes. "It looks
like our fun ends here." As much as he wanted to have sex again, he was aware that Kosumo
wanted to join the couple-thing competition. Before they could exit the men’s room, Denji
went to grab some toilet paper to help clean up a mess he made in her pussycat.

"So... we can do it next time?” Kosumo asked with curiousity as Denji crouched down in
front of her and wiped off the semen dripping out, and he just shrugged his shoulders. “You
don’t know?”

“If you insist, then yeah, maybe I can have sex with you.”

“Ya- yay…” She almost screamed in joy again. “Next time, I will invite Quanxi-sensei to
have fun with us.”

"Yeah, wait what the fuc-

Chapter End Notes

Man, this fic was longer than I anticipated. More than 7000 words... Also, there were
hints of, you guess it, Itadori Yuji. Unfortunately, I have yet to think of a plot for JJK
equivalent of this fic. Maybe after this fic ends or... idk.

Also, the next chapter will be Denji/Reze/Santa. Russian girls!! AND WHY THE FUCK
NO ONE WRITE ABOUT SANTA IN AO3!?!?

Meanwhile, the hybrids(genderbent except for Whip) were still waiting, impatiently.
Fujimoto, just give us their names already.
 A Threesome with Russian Gals(Santa Claus, Reze)
Chapter Summary

Cunnilingus, Cowgirl, Double cowgirl position

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Despite not winning the contest, Denji and Kosumo had fun. Well, they were beaten by better
cosplayers, so it’s no surprise that they didn’t even rank in the top 5. Still, a lot of people took
pictures of them, with Kosumo making the iconic ‘kiss and slap’ move from Princess
Bubblegum.

After that, they went to her home and had sex again.

This time, they completely stripped each other naked and caressed their body parts while
kissing and groping. He first thought that Kosumo was rather shy and like the submissive
type in sex, but once he got to round 2, or 3, she started to get really freaky. She squeezed and
flicked his ballsack, causing him a lot of pain, and during her orgasm, she mumbled...
“Halloween”?

Denji scratched his head and yawned loudly; beside him was Reze, who was eating her
Shokupan while she was teaching him some chemistry. Oh yeah, the subject that focuses on a
bunch of random chemical stuff also has to learn a lot of stuff like valency and the number of
moles. It’s just boring.

But Reze was teaching him; therefore, it’s no longer boring. “To find molar mass, you have to
divide the number of moles by the mass of said matter." Reze gave him a smile with a raised
eyebrow as a silent saying of ‘You got it?’. Denji nodded in confirmation before Reze told
him to solve a random question.

"So... any clue on Hayakawa-sensei’s illness?” Denji asked her and began doing his work.
Reze’s eyes subconsciously looked to the side, slightly narrowing in thought, before she
shook her head. The symptoms weren’t enough to determine anything; they were too vast.
Still, her headcanon was that Hayakawa had a bun in the oven.

Hell, even Himeno didn’t know about Akera’s well-being at all, mainly because everyone
thought that she was going to visit her family in Hokkaido, not falling unconscious on the
stairs and being taken to a random hospital. “I may have a suggestion.”

“Oh yeah…” Denji handed her a piece of paper containing the answer. “What is it?”
“We will ask Ms. Santa.” Denji’s eyes slightly widened at the mention of the school nurse.
Usually, nurses aren’t typically trained like doctors; medicine and nursing are two completely
different categories. Santa’s job is to... put the patients in the best condition for nature to act
upon them and occasionally give them some pills to cure simple sicknesses.

Still, with Santa’s knowledge in this type of field, little or not, it could help them in some
degree. Denji wholeheartedly agreed to go with her since... well, he had a special
‘appointment’ with Santa today, but he didn’t want Reze to be present there.

Maybe he could make up a reason for Reze to leave first, and then he and Santa would be
able to have some privacy. Still, he wouldn’t just shoo her away once Reze got her answer, so
it would take them quite a lot of time before the Russian girl decided to leave.

"So... after school, we go to Ms. Santa’s house—do we even know where she lives?” Reze
abruptly stopped herself to ask the obvious question. Neither of them knew about her home
address; hell, Reze doesn’t even know why the nurse’s name is ‘Santa’, especially for a
Japanese woman.

“But I know.” Out of the blue and speaking of the devil, Santa appeared right beside Denji
with a warm smile on her face. The boy’s body shuddered from the flinch at the unannounced
arrival of the nurse. Reze’s eyes slightly widened upon noticing Santa.

“Oh, Ms. Santa, I was looking for you!” Reze stood up and shook the nurse’s hands. Santa
just gave the girl a gentle smile before both of them leaned in for a quick hug, while Denji
was watching in silence. He knew that Santa was looking for him just so she could tell him
about the address, so that was the ‘appointment’.

“What for, Reze-chan?” Out of everyone’s point of view, Denji’s eyebrow faintly raised at the
sweet nickname. Reze cleared her throat, hands behind her, before looking at Santa with
worried eyes. “Is it about anything related to sex? Did…” Santa’s eyes went wide. “Did you
get pregnant?"

“Of course not!" Both Denji and Reze shouted at the same time, and Santa had a puzzled look
on her face until she slowly nodded in understanding. “I mean… I have never had direct
intercourse with Denji, so no penetration yet. Reze looked at Denji with a noticeable blush,
and he cleared his throat before agreeing with the girl. Once Santa knew that there was no
unwanted pregnancy, she sighed in relief.

Not knowing that she already had a bun in the oven.

“About the problem... Ms. Santa, do you know anything about Hayakawa’s illness?” Santa’s
mouth slightly opened at the mention of the absent teacher. She, like many other teachers,
thought that Akera was visiting her parents in Hokkaido. “The symptoms are fatigue,
dizziness, and discomfort in the pelvic area."

“Pregnancy?” Santa guessed exactly what Reze was thinking, though she had never heard of
Akera’s suspected boyfriend. If the teacher did have one, Himeno would be the one to spread
the news, and the PE teacher didn’t mention anything like that, so most likely it wasn’t true.
“Maybe we can learn more if we come to my house, both of you. Also, Denji, I want to study
something about you a bit.”

Santa tapped Denji on the shoulder after telling Reze the address, which the Russian girl
wrote on the same piece of paper. “Anyway, you should get back to class right now. The bell
has already rang.” Denji just noticed that breaktime was over and sighed in exhaustion.

“Thank you so much, Ms. Santa.” Reze bowed to the nurse, who offered her a smile before
giving the girl a small hug. After that, Denji and Reze both went back to their class, learning
some history from Arai-sensei. Weirdly, there was no pochita outside the windows.

Abe, having realized that the women could just go to abortion clinics, decided to have
Pochita sabotage or destroy them if necessary. The dog had already set small explosives
around the base of the small clinics and placed some anti-abortion propaganda near the
houses before leaving. This time, he didn’t dare to question anything, especially Shinzo’s
commands.

He walked away from the last clinic with his face slightly turned down. He ignored the
presence of female dogs who were trying to gain his attention. Usually, he would try to be
nice and have some ‘woof woof’ conversations with them, but now, he just outright walked
past them.

As he was taking a right turn, a motorcycle nearly crashed into Pochita, if not for his fast
reaction. “Stupid dog!” The driver cursed before driving off, while Pochita remained
motionless. Then he felt something was dripping from his left shoulder down to his forearm.

He noticed that it was blood leaking from his fatal wound, which was most likely caused by
the sharp edge of the bike’s footrest. Blunt objects, with enough velocity, can be a deadly
knife. The wound was deep, his bone almost showing, yet Pochita didn’t have any emotion or
reaction to the injury. He blankly stared at the wound, which magically and slowly healed
itself. The flesh morphed all together, then his skin, before fur started growing again on the
now fully healed wound.

Pochita shook his left arm and walked off without a care. Well, since he was one of eight
products that resulted from something called ‘Operation Hybrids’, having regeneration was
the least impressive thing. There was literally a bunny that used longswords as its weapons.
Pochita does have a chainsaw, but he would never use it to dissect anyone, even if they were
super bad guys.

‘Well… I’m hungry now.'

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“Don’t be shy. Make yourself at home.” Santa reminded Denji and Reze with a friendly smile
before inserting the key and turning the knob on her door. Her house was surprisingly
modern-looking while still maintaining some of its traditional looks. That might explain why
she renovated her house.

Reze removed her boots, with Denji doing the same once they both entered the house. The
interior kind of reflected Santa’s quiet and tidy personality. There was almost no dust on the
shelves where they put the shoes. It makes sense since she is a nurse, so she probably likes
cleanliness.

Before Santa decided to take a shower, she went to the kitchen, opened up the fridge, and
brought a dish of buns to the living room. “You can eat some of that while I’m taking a
shower.” With her temporarily gone, they could explore more about her house. Although the
exterior resembled a traditional Japanese house, the interior wasn’t what they expected.
“Flower patterns on walls... I have never seen someone have this in their house.” Denji
mumbled while looking at the living room, in the middle of which was also a pattern-sown
rug, which is definitely not Japanese.

“It looks... familiar.” Reze observed around, humming in thought. This type of decoration
reminded her a lot of her Russian friends’ houses, which were nearly exactly like this one.
Flower-patterned wall, and a big ass rug in the middle of the living room. Could Santa be a
Russian, or did she just have some interest in this kind of decoration?

That thought never crossed Denji’s mind since he was busy looking at his phone, which
showed that Fumiko and Shoko were the latest messengers. As usual, Shoko would say that
she was sleepy, and Fumiko would say that she had a new and much more unique plot.

Shoko, no sleep.

Hey, I have three appointments tomorrow, and now I can’t sleep.

Come over to my house in 9 p.m.

Fumiko-chan

Hey Denji I just thought of a new plot.

A really cool one

It will be the bully girl-shy boy trope!

Like this, I will approach and be mean to you, and then you will say, ‘Please spare me!’ or
something like that.
After that, sex!

But we might need someone to help us record.

Preferably a girl

Denji’s LINE account, once so empty, is now filled with messages from other girls. Of
course, most of them were about sex or errands, and Denji accepted them all without
hesitation. Initially, his account only had a few people to speak to, with his mother mainly
texting him about his lunchbox. The last person on the bottom of the list is none other than
his father, who last messaged him six years ago.

“Hey Denji, let’s go to the couch.” Reze took his wrist and pulled as she stomped toward the
living room. The sudden pull almost caused him to drop his phone; luckily, he managed to
catch it midair. Denji instantly forgave her when she apologized for her mistake and then sat
down on the vintage sofa with Reze, whose eyes darted to the buns on the table. “Pirozhki?”

“What is a pirozhki? Don’t you mean piroshiki?” Denji first thought that she was referring to
buns filled with ground meat, boiled eggs, and bean noddles, but that wasn’t what Reze was
thinking about. The buns’ filling is meat, mashed potatoes, mushrooms, and boiled eggs;
there are no bean noodles, which confirmed that this was indeed the Russian variation and
also the original.

Reze took a bite, and although it was a bit cold since Santa didn’t get the time to reheat it, it
was still delicious. A happy sigh escaped through her nose and mouth as she took another
bite, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the buns. “I miss this dish so much."

“I can make more if you want.” Santa, once again, said something unexpected from the
hallway. She was wearing a dart skirt and an orange sweater. Her hair was a little bit wet. The
unanticipated presence of hers got a flinch from them. Denji didn’t expect that Santa would
take a shower that fast. The nurse had a smile on her face before sitting down in front of
them, also taking a bite of the buns.

“Are you also a Russian, Ms. Santa?”

“Calling me Santa or Santa-san is just fine, and yes, I'm, well, half Russian. My mother’s
Russian while my father’s Japanese.” Reze didn’t know why, but she became zealous when
Santa mentioned her heritage. Maybe it was because she found a compatriot in this country,
and she didn’t feel alone anymore.

“Никогда не думал, что встречу землячку в этой чужой стране.”

“Я тоже, молодая девушка. Я переехала в Японию, когда мне было пять лет, поэтому
почти ничего не знала о своей матери, за исключением того факта, что ее мать была
немного... строгой.”

“Где вы научились готовить пицошки?”

“От моей матери, в основном. На самом деле все в этом доме было оформлено чисто в
русском стиле, чтобы она чувствовала некоторый уют.”

And just like that, Reze and Santa began to chat in Russian, a language that Denji had no idea
about. The only words that he learned were ‘Suka blyat’ but he knew it wasn’t a good thing
to say in front of them. But Reze was right about one thing: these pies are really good.

The conversation slowly drifted from cultures to personal life, with Santa mentioning that it
was quite a chore to learn Katanaka, while Reze said that the prices weren’t cheap, which
was something Santa could agree about. When Reze asked why Santa didn’t mention her
being a Russian, she just said that Reze wouldn’t believe what she said.

‘Wow…’ Denji didn’t say anything, just staring at the two women talking with each other in
friendly tones. Although he absolutely had no idea what they were talking about, he just
knew that they were getting along really well. Since both of them were Russian, they would
definitely get closer—in a platonic way, mind you.

Santa giggled at one of Reze’s jokes and wiped the stray tear off the corner of her eyes. After
her laughter died down, she patted her chest before turning her head toward Denji and then
Reze. “You two are here to know about Hayakawa’s illness, aren’t you?”

Reze sternly nodded, with Denji doing the same. Although it was rude to dwell on someone’s
business, especially their personal life, she knew that those two were impatient and worried
about their homeroom teacher’s condition. She had been gone for a whole week and still had
no sign of returning yet.

"Okay, pain in the pelvic area, nausea, and dizziness..." Santa went to grab some books
whose main topic was pelvis. Her knowledge of medication wasn’t exactly vast, but at least
she learned a lot about diseases through books she had bought when she was in medical
school. Speaking of the symptoms, the most unique one is pelvic pain, which is only found in
some diseases relating to female genitalia, mostly in the uterus.

Menstrual cramps. Failure in ovulation Uterine fibroids. A lot, to be exact. She couldn’t
exactly know which one was based on just three traits, but she could say that the pain was
unbearable. Denji didn’t understand any of the scientific ways of explaining the disease
written in the book, while Reze was concentrating on reading with Santa.

"It looks like we won’t be able to find out the truth. Most of them have the same symptoms
and description, so it’s likely impossible to know.” Santa closed the books with a tired sigh.
Reze and Denji both nodded in sadness before they began to munch the pirozhki. What? It’s
delicious.

Now they knew that the disease must have something to do with the uterus. It could be
caused by an infection, bacteria, or cancer. “To think that Hayakawa-sensei suffers from this
illness..." Reze mumbled in a quiet voice, while Denji looked down and nodded to her
statement. Still, they got their answer, though not fully, and they weren’t so happy to know it.

Santa put the books back on the shelves before turning her gaze to Denji. A smile was
brought to her beautiful face, and then she called out to him. “Denji, would you mind staying
for a bit more?”

Denji’s eyebrow raised—oh yeah, the ‘appointment’. Reze might not have noticed it, but a
slight blush spread across his cheeks. "Oh, yeah, I can, Ms. Santa-san." He rubbed the back
of his head with a forced grin. Just at his right peripheral vision, he noticed that Reze was
looking at him with narrowed eyes.

“Are you feeling unwell, Denji? You’re sweating.” Fuck, he hastily and messily tried to wipe
the sweat off his forehead. Reze had no idea that he had sex—lots of sex. She just assumed
that Denji was... rather really close with the girls.

Santa’s head cocked to the side when Denji chuckled and fanned himself with his hands.
“Oh, it was pretty hot in here, so it’s not strange at all!” Subconsciously, Reze and Santa’s
attention was turned to the large ceiling fan on the ceiling, which was spinning rapidly above
them.

“Back to the topic, Denji, I need you to come with me to my room for a bit.” Santa waved her
hands at him, and the boy immediately stood up. Then he abruptly stopped on his track,
turned his head, and kissed Reze on the lips as a goodbye. Santa, who had witnessed all of
that, sighed in exhaustion. “Kids these days... I’m already in my 30s and yet have no
intention to find a partner.

The students’ faces grew hotter at the funny sarcasm. Reze covered her mouth with her hand,
while Denji just shyly buried his face in her chest with a groan. “Don’t worry, Denji. She was
just joking. but yes, no one likes to see people kissing on their own sofa.”

Before Santa could turn around, she stopped on her track before her attention shifted to the
Russian girl. "Oh, Reze, would you like to stay for a bit longer? I might require your
assistance. It won’t be long—an hour at best.” Denji’s pupils, though his eyes didn’t widen or
narrow in confusion, slowly turned directly toward Santa, who didn’t notice the look he was
giving her.

No, she didn’t call him to her house for some intercourse. One day, Kishibe accidentally
slipped up, saying that Denji had been going around and doing the deeds a lot lately. Santa,
being a nurse, wanted to make sure that he was absolutely disease-free by testing his blood.

And semen, if necessary.

“Oh, it’s not like I don’t’ have anything to do at home... So sure, Santa-san, I can help you.”
Reze replied with a smile, not noticing that Denji’s eyes were completely widening in shock.
Although it meant he was going to wait for a bit longer before having the opportunity to have
sex with Santa, Denji reluctantly nodded and offered Reze a small smile.

Santa clapped her hands and told them to go upstairs. The students all grabbed their bags and
walked behind the house’s owner. Not gonna lie, her house gave Reze some comfort due to
how Russian it felt. She really missed her parents. “So you have been living here for more
than 30 years, right, Santa-san?”
“Yes… After the collapse of the Soviet Union, my father suggested moving to his country to
avoid starvation and poverty.” Santa turned around with a smile while Denji was wondering
what the hell the Soviet Union was. “Though my mother was really sad to leave her country,
she wanted me to have a better life."

Denji tapped Reze on the shoulder and whispered in her ear. “What happened after the
collapse of the Soviet Union?”

“It was really tough." A lot happened to Russians after the Soviet Union collapsed. Economy
crisis, poverty rate reached more than 50%, inflation, more AKs than food. Her parents were
one of many victims of starvation; luckily, they were able to survive with potatoes, though
there were really few.

Denji nodded in understanding and decided not to ask any more questions. Considering that
Reze is 17, that strife no longer lingers anymore. They stopped conversing about politics
since they were here to do some tests involving Denji. Upon reaching the door of her
bedroom, Santa grabbed the door knob and twisted it. “You two can sit on the bed, if you
want.”

Both students slightly bowed before entering the room, with Santa walking behind them. Her
bedroom was really large, with a big lab table right near the window. Denji and Reze noticed
that it seemed more like a lab room than a bedroom, considering the number of chemistry
books. "Wow," Reze mumbled.

“It’s not much." Santa giggled before sitting in her chair. After seconds of hesitation, the
students finally sat down on the comfy bed, with Reze still looking around and awestruck
about the books. “Well, initially, I wanted to work in a hospital, but once I realized that I
couldn’t take too much pressure and the amount of work hours, I quit and became a school
nurse.”

“But had you not changed your mind, you wouldn’t have met me!” Reze and Santa both
shared a chuckle at each other before the mature woman opened a few drawers and took out a
small plastic jar with a red cap before letting it bathe in sunlight for a moment. After that, she
grabbed an unopened syrine. At first, neither of them knew what Santa was intending to do,
but it might have something to do with blood.

Santa turned around in her swivel chair, her eyes directly staring at a confused Denji. “If you
don’t mind, can I extract some of your blood?” The question certainly raised their eyebrows.
Denji blinked, wondering if he was here for a health check-up.

“What for, Santa-san?” Denji, due to anxiety, rubbed his shoulder, where there is a scar. Like
every other Asian person, when they turn 3, they will be forced to take a vaccine for
smallpox. He might not want to say it, but he really feared needles, from when he was a kid
to now. “Ummm… I mean, we can use the saliva. It’s a good alternative.

“Blood provides better results, Denji.” Santa cut him off; this time, a motherly, disappointing
frown appeared on her face as she unpacked the syringe, giving it a test before she moved her
chair near the bed. When her hand nearly captured Denji’s wrist, he immediately hid behind
Reze’s back and used the girl as protection.
So, this boy, who is not afraid of getting involved in Yakuza’s businesses, constantly selling
drugs while simultaneously avoiding cops, can have sex for hours without showing signs of
exhaustion, and even dares to fuck his boss’s grandaughter once, is fucking afraid of a needle.

A chuckle escaped through Reze’s nose while Santa sighed in defeat. “It’s alright, Denji. She
just needs a few meters, so it won’t be long.” Despite her sultry, sweet words, he refused to
peek his head out. With no other choice, she sighed slowly and then whispered in his ears. “If
you do what Santa-san says... We will do the thing after this.”

Almost instantly, he was right next to Reze, his face showing eagerness and a big grin on his
face. The Russian females were shocked to see his immersion speed, almost like it was
teleportation. “Alright, Santa-san! Some drops of blood won’t kill me, right?” He violently
pumped and hit his chest like a gorilla.

Santa shook her head to get rid of thoughts. Being as resourceful as she is, Reze went to the
table to get some cotton and alcohol to prepare for what would happen after the blood
extraction. The nurse touched Denji’s clenched forearm before plunging the sharp tip of the
syringe into the right spot, which caused a muffled scream from Denji.

Despite being in pain, he tried not to move his arm so that Santa could peacefully take out the
blood. The bottom of the tube was filled with blood. After the liquid rose to the 50-ml mark,
she carefully pulled the needle out, and then Reze applied the cotton rubbed in alcohol on the
spot. “This is more than we need.”

Denji groaned before plopping down on the bed, with Reze chuckling at the sight. “What…?
I hate needles. He lightly slapped Reze on the thighs with a scowl. It earned a giggle from
the Russian girl, who then laid right beside Denji before their lips met. "So, the promise..."
Denji’s head turned to Reze with a bored look. “We gonna do it?”

Reze giggled, her head tilting with a smile. “Of course…” A grin spread his lips, and he
internally cheered.

Santa, having poured the blood into a container where she could easily use it to research later,
took out another plastic container and put it right beside Denji, who gave her a weird look
and covered his own shoulders. "No, no, I’m not asking for your blood, Denji."

“Then…” Denji picked up the jar and inspected it. “What’s this for?” It wouldn’t be saliva,
since she didn’t use a petri dish for that. Plus, blood has more uses than saliva if we’re talking
about DNA. Reze might have found the answer for that, and it wouldn’t be something
pleasant.

“I need you to ejaculate into that jar so that I can test it.” Santa said it bluntly while those two
froze in shock and bafflement. Denji’s body remained like a statue; his brain is not working
right now. Though this seemed tamer than making a pornographic film, it was still really
weird to do in front of two people.

“What…?”
Santa sighed. “You probably… had sex with maybe three girls? Although the possbility of
catching STDs is still low, I still want to make sure that you’re still fine.” Denji had never
heard that kind of words before, nor was it mentioned in porn or hentai. Guys having sex
with probably dozens of girls, sticking his unwashed cock into their ass without warnings,
and still didn’t catch any disease?

Even if your partner was tested, you could still get STDs, some of which could be fatally
dangerous, like HIV. “Now, you can proceed to do your masturbation right here.” Santa
instructed Denji while he stared at the jar in bewilderment, with Reze looking as confused as
he was.

But Denji never felt anything weird about his dick at all, except for pelvic pain whenever
Bimu wanted to do the cowgirl position. He felt completely fine—no tingling pain whenever
he busted a nut inside a girl, no itching from the groin or discomfort internally. ‘Must I really
do this?’

“I can help you with that.” Reze said with a laugh right beside Denji, whose head slowly
turned toward the girl. That seemed like a good idea; she promised to have sex with him,
considering that he wouldn’t be able to shoot a properly full load if masturbating in front of
two people.

“Oh no, absolutely not, young girl! We have yet to know if he was healthy or not."Santa
scowled at Reze like a stern mother, his voice firm and loud enough. Her frown deepened
when Reze placed her head on Denji’s unoccupied lap. The female student let out a laugh
before sitting up again.

When the weight on his thighs disappeared, Denji’s hand searched for Reze's. As their warm
hands made contact with each other, he leaned forward and rested his chin on her sternum.
"Wait, you aren’t going to have sex with me?" The Obedience Mediace found out that Reze
broke her promise, so it temporarily took over control and begged her to have intercourse
with him.

“No… I mean, after we leave San... Santa-san…” Upon seeing the noticeable shift in
behavior, Reze slowly leaned back, but Denji leaned forward, and his hands were placed on
her waist and started to rub it through the fabric, all while being witnessed by Santa, whose
eyes were wide at the sexual intimacy.

Lies!

Gaslighting!

Promise sex and then deny it! Such a bad girl she is!

Punish her, Denji!

His mind was filled with rude sentences about Reze by the Obedience Medicine, which was
slowly corrupting him from the inside, starting with the sexual thoughts. Yet Denji, this time,
didn’t just stand there and do nothing while darkness shrouded his surroundings.
“Nah, I like it consensual.” Boom, he got back control of his mind again, with no loud
whispering and no words lingering near his ears. His pupils regained their yellow color,
unlike those who whitened as if he were possessed. Denji’s eyes blinked, as did the girls, and
he looked down to see where his hands were touching her breasts. “Oh shit!”

He fixed Reze’s costumes before hastily apologizing and bowing his head at breakneck
speed. Santa and Reze both looked at each other with their mouths slightly hanging in a lack
of certainty. It was like he was being taken control of, and then he regained it just seconds
later.

After nearly two minutes of hitting his own head on the mattress, Denji hesitantly grabbed
the jar and pointed a finger at the door. “Well… It looks like I will have to go to the bathroom
to... do the thing.” Santa waved him goodbye, but Reze looked at him with a worried frown.

“Or… We could do it right here, Denji.” Reze giggled as Denji’s body suddenly became stiff,
and he turned around like a statue while remaining motionless. Santa, however, did not
approve any of these. The nurse lightly slapped Reze in the forehead; it wasn’t painful, more
like a warning slap. “What? We can use condoms!”

“Absolut-…” Santa blinked and then realized that condoms can prevent the transmission of
sexual diseases. Speaking of that, she also had an unused box of condoms that she would use
when she had a boyfriend, but it never came true. “Still, young girl, your recklessness could
cause you life-long consequences.”

Pochita, with Prowler’s theme, peeked his head from outside while holding a needle. Its tip
was so thin that even a drop of water wouldn’t be able to drip through, but sperm could.

Santa’s index finger jabbed at the student’s head before she stood up and searched for the
condoms. While it sounds stupid, Denji actually can bust a bigger load in intercourses, much
more than masturbations, for some reason. He had no scientific way to explain that
phenomenon, but who cares?

The nurse put down a box of condoms on the bed, and Reze instantly opened it up. Never in
her life would she think that a pair of students would be having intercourse in her own
bedroom. ‘Young people these days...' She shook her head with a small smile as Denji shyly
walked toward the bed before placing his butt on the bouncy bed.

Denji wasn’t a fan of condoms, despite the fact that with or without them, they would
basically feel the same. "Ugh, is it too weird?” Reze said nothing but started to remove her
ties and belt, much to their surprise.

Reze gave him a grin. “Of course not... I’ve been wanting to do this with you, you know
that?” A small blush spread from her neck to her cheeks as she leaned forward, her palms
placed on his chest. They didn’t do anything aside from look each other in the eyes, with
Reze caressing his cheek before they both hungrily leaned forward for kisses.

‘God must really hate me.' Santa mumbled in her own mind. She is already in her 30s and
still has no boyfriend or any signs of having a kid. And now two students were lovingly
making out in her own bedroom while she was awkwardly watching them undress each other.
Denji, whose pants were already down to his knees, pulled down the girl’s pinafore, which
left Reze only with her shirt and pants. Yet, their make-out session showed no sign of
stopping.

It was a little bit strange for Santa not to have a boyfriend before; maybe she was too
determined to enter medical school that the thought of having a partner never crossed her
mind when she was young. When she was bored, she either visited her parents or made some
Matryoshka dolls.

It looks so empty here. What about having a kid? They could bring some joy to her and a
smile to her parents.

“I’m going to leave if you want me to." But before Santa could leave her seat, Reze called out
to her while Denji was kissing her collarbone. As she turned around with wide eyes, the girl
had a nervous look on her face, her hands continuously rubbing against each other. Denji
stopped kissing just so Reze could be more comfortable enough to speak.

“I… uh… have never done this before.” She admitted it with a blush. Denji seemed a little
surprised but didn’t say anything at all. Reze sometimes used her charm to make it easier for
her to kill her targets, but she never went as far as seducing or playing a sugar baby. Just plain
approaching, making the target more curious about her, and then killing them.

Denji wrapped his hand around her waist as Santa nodded in acceptance. As weird as
watching two people having sex would be, especially in her room, she still agreed to teach
Reze how to have intercourse properly. “Okay…” Santa sat down on her chair before
pointing at those two. “Having sex, in my opinion, is about healing each other’s bodies
through touch, but you also have to care about the emotions from it, the intimacy... What you
want is what your partner loves. What you like, what your partner dislikes

“You seem very intellectual, Santa-san. You have done something like this before?” Denji
looked away while the nurse’s forehead popped up a vein in anger. Reze had just
unintentionally mocked her about not having a boyfriend, but quickly suppressing that anger
inside, she continued.

“Now, just ignore everything you have learned from porn. Not so many girls want guys with
big penises since the average length of a vagina is only about 4 inches at best. Also, it could
expand for more than another inch when aroused. ” Slowly, Reze’s eyes drifted to the
noticeable bulge in Denji’s underwear. He knew it was quite big for an unexperienced person
to handle, but he couldn’t just change his size.

A blush rose to Santa’s cheeks when Denji pulled down his underwear and gave his soft penis
a few strokes to work it up. “I recommend no oral sex unless careful preparation is made.
Some diseases, for example, herpes, could be passed on to you. So before any intercourses
and just as after, clean yourself up.”

Both students nodded. Since neither of them did anything heavy and the weather was rather
cold, they didn’t sweat; therefore, they needed not to clean themselves. Through Santa’s
instruction, Denji laid down beside Reze, began to kiss her neck, and moved down to her
collarbone.
Denji removed her hair tie and threw it aside. Her soft and vivid purple hair was let down,
reaching down to her nape. She looked gorgerous with her hair untied. Denji took a few
seconds to admire her beauty, her hands slowly rubbing her ribs and then her almost flat
belly. Most of the girls he had met were very skinny, but Reze was a different kind. Her
pelvic bones were showing, while she felt like there was no flesh between her skin and ribs.

Still, Denji had no opinion about her physical blemishes, because every girl is a fucking 10
out of 10 to him. Instictively, his left hand slid down from her chest, past her navel and groin,
before it found its way to her white pants. Two fingers initially slid inside, and Denji’s whole
hand was inside, touching her vagina softly.

A blush burned Santa’s cheek, and she began to hold her breath and chafe her thighs with
each other once Denji’s fingers slid inside of her vagina. She noticed that Reze’s legs were
shaking, just like she was convulsing. “Relax your body, Reze-chan! Just... enjoy the pleasure
he gives you.” Reze finally did what Santa told her to, though it took a while for her to relax
her muscles. Just like she said, it became less itchy; instead, she felt good.

Santa told him to keep the pressure on the spongy part of her vagina, not knowing that Denji
had already done that many times before. Reze closed her eyes and let her body enjoy the
pleasure from the fingering Denji was giving her. Gently yet deeply, his fingers explored the
depth of her vagina, trying to push through the wet flesh that was preventing him from
entering deeper inside. After that, he applied some pressure to the soft part of hers as he
began to silence her with a deep kiss.

Unbeknownst to them, Santa was trying not to rub her thighs against each other as she
observed that those two’s session was about to get more intense. She took a deep breath to
calm her heartbeat, but her bright red face betrayed her. Moans were interrupted by kisses,
and kisses changed back into moans when Denji’s fingers dipped deeper inside.

After a while, he became aware that his fingers were soaked in her juice. Realizing that, he
pulled out and licked off the sticky juice coating around his fingers. Santa’s eyebrows lightly
frowned when Denji began to drink the squirt from her vagina as his mouth made contact
with her pussycat. Although it was completely fine to drink vaginal fluids, just remember
STIs.

Denji pulled Reze's pants down to her ankles before removing them entirely, while his mouth
was too busy drinking up the leaking juice of hers. Reze’s hand was placed on top of his head
to stop him from digging his tongue deeper into her vulva. It felt a little itchy and weird to
her; the further his wet muscles went, the more pleasure she felt.

His fingers spread open her lips to get a clear look at her clitoris. Wasting not even a second,
Denji engulfed her whole pussy mound before his tongue started to flick the bean. The
sensitive, small piece of flesh was continuously licked and tweaked around the tip of his
tongue. Reze covered her mouth in order to muffle her moans as her head softly lay on the
mattress. Her body began to change into a bright red color, and her cheeks felt so hot that
Reze had to uncover her mouth.

His nasion chafed with her short public hair. Reze’s thigh muscle clenched as a second stream
of ejaculation hit his face once again, but this time, it was more than the first one. “Ah…”
Santa was speechless when Reze reached her orgasm, spraying squirt directly to his waiting
tongue, while some of it dropped to the mattress. ‘I just washed that yesterday!’

Both of the students were regaining their breaths, and Reze’s eyes darted to Santa before she
clasped her hands together. “I’m sorry, Santa-san... I was too careless."Reze slightly bowed,
and Denji did the same with a dumbfounded face. Santa, however, never let anger cloud her
mind and quickly forgave them. Plus, she sometimes stained her own bed when masturbating.

Denji wiped his lips clean before reaching for the box of condoms. Opening it up and taking
a wrapper, he tore it with his fingers. “Oh, you know how to put on a condom, right?” Santa
asked him. And he nodded. First, by putting the condom right on the glans, he rolled it down
until the rubber couldn’t be extended. After that, he pinched the pointy tip and slightly pulled
it up to create some space for the sperm.

Santa nodded in impression. Reze, feeling a bit soaring in her groin, sat up before kissing
Denji in the cheek and laying him on the bed. “Now it’s my turn." She said with a confident
smile before sitting on his waist while his condom-wrapped erect dick was in the middle of
her buttcrack. Denji was quite dominant when giving a cunnilingus; now she wanted to
switch roles.

“Easy, you must relax your body first." Reze nodded at Santa’s instructive words. The girl
took a deep breath and looked at her partner with a biting lip. Denji nodded and silently told
her to do it when she felt ready. Despite being somewhat more relaxed, her heart was beating
like crazy, and her skin was now looking like a tomato. Reze nodded with determination
before positioning her entrance above his penis.

Denji’s hands placed themselves on her bare thighs as she slowly moved her body downward.
The tip of his cock entered first, a grimace of irritation appearing on her face as she ignored it
and continued to move her hip down until he reached the cervix. Upon feeling the sensitive
part of her cunt, she stopped moving and just let him dick inside of her for a while. “Just let
your womanhood get used to his size.” Santa chafed her thighs even harder.

After a while, Reze finally had the strength to bounce on his waist, getting a long moan from
him when his penis hit the deepest part of his vagina again. The condom didn’t make it less
enjoyable for him, not one bit. Their moans mixed with each other as Denji’s hands traveled
from her thighs to her ass while Reze’s were placed on his pecs.

'Okay, this is completely fine.' Santa mumbed internally, and her hand decided to get naughty.
Although it would freak them out to see her masturbating, Santa couldn’t help it. The way
Denji and Reze looked at each other with love and care while their bodies were in rhythm
Every time Reze paused to regain her strength, Denji continued the work by thrusting his hip.

He sat up to have access to her nipples. Eyes still on her, Denji’s lips sucked on her small
breast. Denji’s right hand was around her back, while the other one was stroking her smooth
skin from the cheek down to her rib. Reze’s hot breaths kept hitting his face due to moans of
pleasure. His touch was lovingly gentle and created comfort for Reze. On one side, she was
being penetrated by Denji, and on the other, she was being loved by Denji.
Still, they aren’t a couple.

They heard something being dropped on the floor, yet they didn’t bother to look to the side.
Only Reze knew the answer, and she kissed him once again. "Uh, hey, you might want to lay
down again.” Denji raised an eyebrow at her request, but nonetheless, he still complied. After
his back touched the mattress once again, he could hear another order from her. “Close your
eyes.”

That he did. He wondered what Reze would be giving him this time. It couldn’t be something
mundane because he saw her lecherous smile. A grin spread across her face, and he kept
thrusting his hip. At first, nothing truly ordinary happened, just the feeling of her bottom
making contact with her pubic area and her hands on his ribs, and then something wet was
placed on his mouth.

He opened his eyes to see, well, Santa sitting on his face. Earlier, the nurse removed her skirt
and signaled for Reze to lay him down so that he could give her some oral sex. Knowing that
the mature woman wanted some fun, Reze agreed to add her to the intercourse so that she
didn’t have to feel so lonely.

Without a question or thought, Denji instictively licked her pussy. He sniffed some of her
pleasant scent from her womanhood. Makes sense, since she had just taken a shower not long
ago, which made her more fragnant, thus, made him more want to savor that taste.

“This is weird." Santa commented as her skin turned slightly red. Meanwhile, Denji’s tongue
just entered her vagina and began to wiggle it around the walls, licking off remnants of juice
inside. He ignored the weight on his neck and the slight suffocation, ‘cause nothing can stop
him from eating pussies. A moan came out of Santa’s mouth when he lightly nipped on the
clitoris and the lips of her pussycat.

As for that, Denji’s thrust speed got noticeably faster, which meant that Reze had been
feeling up all of that without noticing it. He did all of the work himself, leaving Reze nearly
losing balance, but luckily, Santa’s hands clasped with the girl’s. They still could feel the
vibration from Denji’s oral assualts on Santa’s vulva, and his thrusts seemed to, once again,
get faster.

For a skinny guy, he had good endurance and stamina in order to keep up with those two. Not
that he wanted to have a complaint; it was fun to do with two girls at once, but still, it would
be weird for Reze to romantically kiss Santa. Eventually, he knew that Santa was near her
orgasm, so he wrapped her hands around her thighs and buried his face deeper inside her
mound, and his tongue went absolutely wild.

Not only that, Reze seemed to have another orgasm again, judging from her facial expression
and the heat of her body. Also, he realized that he was about to cough too. 'Ah, three orgasms
all at once.' Denji mused in his head. Loud moans escaped through their mouths at the same
time, so Denji couldn’t make out who was who, but he knew that he had to finish the job
soon.

A small amount of thick liquid hit his face. Knowing that it was squirt, he hungrily opened
his mouth wider to engulf all of that. At the same time, Reze’s body began to convulse as one
big orgasm erased all of her thoughts, leaving her mind blank. The girl’s legs twitched while
a stream of water was shot out of her vagina, drenching her hard cock and waist at the same
time. Again, the squirt fell down on Santa’s bed.

But this time, Santa didn’t care about her stained bed anymore. A sastified sigh signified her
desire for a good orgasm, which pleased Denji. The nurse relaxed her body, and the weight
returned to his face, yet Santa had no intention of leaving her place. "So, it was kind of
awesome." She said between breaths, and Reze nodded before slowly standing up, his cock
leaving her pussycat for a moment.

The girls noticed that Denji had also orgasmed since the tip of the condom was drowning in
semen. Due to how tight it was, the seminal fluid didn’t get to escape. From the look of it, the
semen was pure white, with no hint of yellow-ish color, which meant he didn’t have
chlamydia or gonorrhea.

"Okay, this much amount should be great.” The weight disappeared, and Denji could see the
ceiling once again. He blinked a few times and rubbed his forehead before he felt the condom
slowly moving up. Santa was trying to remove the condom without spilling too much of it,
since she didn’t want her bed to be stained with sperm.

He sat up so that Santa could do it easier. Just like he thought, it actually helped her more.
"Okay…” She extracted all of the semen into a plastic container and labeled it with his name.
She discarded the condom by throwing the contaminated plastic piece into the trash can
beside her table. “The texture is very jelly-like, and..." She tilted the jar, the semen flowing to
the side rather quickly while still being sticky. “You have some good sperm, Denji.”

“Yeah…” He kissed Reze on the neck. The girl, instead, guided his lips to hers, although he
was surprised, he still obligated her wish for a deep kiss. They shared a giggle as Denji poked
his finger on the covered skin. “Also, why do you still wear this choker?”

“Well, it looks nice to me!” She lightly punched his chest with a pout. Denji just laughed it
off before hugging her close to him. “I just want to say... it was really nice.”

“Huh… But I also suffocated." He heard a prideful huff from Santa, who was doing some
quick research on his sperm samples. “Still, I very much enjoyed it.” Reze laughed at his
facial expression, and then they laid down on the bed, still hugging. “You really want to do it
again?”

“Of course! As many times as I want

Santa cleared her throat. “Not on my bed, please.” Upon hearing the command, both students
groaned in sadness, and then the nurse just clapped her hands with a laugh. “I was just
kidding. You two can do it, as long as I get to have fun.” She showed him the jar of semen,
spinning it around to see a label ‘Safe’, which indicated that Denji was completely healthy,
no STDs.

“Awesome!” Denji grabbed another condom and immediately got to business once again.
Reze smiled before suggesting some positions she learned from porn, such as doggy style or
side sex positions. Santa stood up from her seat before throwing her body on the bed.
Chapter End Notes

Man, CSM fans go horny for a midass redhead while there is a baddie like Santa. Okay,
she was a bit weird in the manga and a bit dull for a Russian version of Makima. I just
wish that we knew more of her. Still, I'm angry and surprised to see that no one has
written a ship about Denji/Santa. There were only two fics, and those belong to me.

But anyway, stay safe, boys. NNN is far from over yet. Concentrate and do some push-
ups to erase the horniness. Almost failed in day 2 if not for load of homeworks...
 A Girl Who Likes Spiders (Princi)
Chapter Summary

Vaginal fingering, Doggy style, Creampie

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“Yesterday was... wild.” Reze had no other word to describe what had happened at Santa’s
house. They had sex; Santa joined in, and they had sex until they called it off. He did so
much oral sex that his jaw felt so sore, and Reze’s legs went numb after a few rounds, while
Santa passed out at some point.

“Indeed…” Denji agreed. Slowly, both of them turned their gazes to each other before a
laugh broke the silence between them. Although it was quite a crazy thing they did in Santa's
house, they had fun and pleasure, too. “I can safely say that Santa-san will never invite us to
her home again.”

“That… I can tell.” A blush appeared on her cheek. It was embarrassing and disrespectful to
have sex in Santa’s bedroom. They did have her approval, but they won’t next time. The
nurse had to sleep on the couch because her bed was being washed.

They quickly switched to another topic and began to walk down the hallway, chatting and
gossiping about stuff. When Reze mentioned something about the test arriving in five days, it
got a groan from him. Now, he was stuck with English and biology. Supposedly, biology was
more about plants and animals, but it eventually got more complicated. Shits like Mendel’s
laws perplexed Denji, like he didn’t even know the AA x aa or things like that.

The only thing that he learned was that blonde hair is recessive. That’s all.

Reze couldn’t possibly teach him because being good at chemistry isn’t equivalent to being
good at biology. Also, biology was different compared to chemistry. Unfortunately, he
couldn’t find anything that could help him study that subject. Yuko was trying to find
something to help her with English, and the rest aren’t so helpful.

“So… How is your mother? Is she doing fine?"Reze asked. She heard a long sigh from Denji
before noticing his nod. As mentioned, he said that his mother was so sick that she couldn’t
even sprint without suffering from hard breathing. That’s why Denji just told her to sit down
and have a rest every time she came to his house.

“Yeah… She is doing great. Less coughing but still sometimes spurt out blood. The
medicines, after so many months, finally alleviated the pain, although it was little. His old
man’s debt was only half-paid, and since they were preparing for something called gang war,
he didn’t get to sell many grams of cocaine; instead, he smuggled weapons.

“That’s good to hear.” Reze said with eyebrows raised in contenment, and then she realized
something. “Wait, if you are not good at biology, you should ask Santa-san to help you. She
may agree.”

"Yeah, but she took a day off today." They passed through an empty health clinic, where the
nurse usually sits there and makes some weird dolls.

Meanwhile.

Santa’s finger pushed the doorbell, making an eerie sound, kind of like it had been broken for
a long time. The nurse was standing in front of Denji’s house and looking around to check if
anyone was inside. The house looks rather old, with wood planks being darkened in mold and
other unspeakable stuff.

From the door, she could see a silhouette of a head coming toward the entrance. The shadow
appeared bigger until the door was opened by a woman who looked like Denji but was frailer
and skinnier. Her cheek bones were even showing. “Oh! You’re…” The woman tapped her
forehead and coughed a few times. “You’re the kind nurse that tended to Denji!”

“Yes, that I was." Santa bowed to greet Denji’s mother. The kind woman immediately invited
the nurse inside. After a quick thank-you, Santa stepped inside the house and took off her
shoes near the entrance. Upon entering, she was quite taken aback by the condition of the
house. ‘Don’t they hire a maintenance team?’

“I will prepare some tea for you.” Denji’s mother rushed to the kitchen with careful steps.
That left Santa there, watching and aimlessly looking around the house. There were no family
portraits or anything remotely 'familial' in this hall. Hell, she even noticed empty bottles of
beer near the shelves.

From the look of it, she suspected that Denji doesn’t have a really functional family, with his
mother being sick and his father going around gambling. He usually did all of the housework
and paid for almost everything with his own money earned from selling drugs. The nurse
heard some plastic cups clanking, followed by footsteps from the kitchen.

Denji’s mother placed a tray of two cups of tea on the table. Santa bid her a thank you before
taking a sip of the beverages. Her eyes slightly went wide after tasting that flavorful tea.
“Wow… It was very zesty.” Upon hearing the compliment, Denji’s mother waved her hand in
flattery. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. You can call me... Santa.”

The blonde woman nodded her head, though her eyes squinched a bit at the name due to how
weird it was. “If so, you can call me Shinsei. It’s my first name.” A cough happened after she
introduced herself, and it got Santa a little worried when she began to groan and snort.
Despite the excruciating pain, Shinsei still said it was nothing. “… How is my boy doing in
school? Is he studying well?”
“Uh, he was improving, from what I heard. My colleagues said that they felt a bit... empty
when they didn’t yell at him for sleeping or talking during classes.” Shinsei sighed in relief;
she was over the moon to hear him doing well in school. Like a miracle, her heart felt lighter,
and the tightening knot inside her disappeared. “Though they complained a lot about him
having PDA with girls.”

“Oh! That girl!” Shinsei laughed at the memory of Denji sleeping beside that cute girl, but
then her eyes burst wide open. “Girls…?” Shinsei’s happiness changed into utter confusion
when she heard the word ‘girls’. Plural. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, her hand loosening
the grip on her cup of tea.

Hey, at least she didn’t know what truly happened between Denji and the girls... on bed.

Santa cleared her throat before searching for something inside her bag. “It might be rude to
ask, but... what heart disease do you have?” Shinsei tapped her chin, looking up at the sky.
She only remembered that the doctors said that her heart struggles to supply itself with
enough blood, oxygen, and nutrients. Not only that, she had a problem with her respiratory
system too.

“Something like CAD, I think... And… Hemo..psis? She didn’t exactly remember the name,
but that was more than Santa could possibly need.

“Coronary artery disease and hemoptysis”. Santa frowned and nodded. Those were some
seriously dangerous diseases. Had Shinsei been taken care of, the diseases wouldn’t even
exist now or maybe be significantly lowered. “I’m sorry that you have to endure it every
day.”

Shinsei coughed, waving her hand. “No, if it weren’t for Denji’s money, I wouldn’t even be
sitting here with you.” Santa nodded in understanding. As she placed a piece of paper on the
table and pointed at the texts on it, Shinsei curiously watched the numbers and statistics.
“What is this?”

“I have come here to show the results of your son’s blood sample test.” After researching his
vital fluid, I found some interesting discoveries. Santa’s finger guided Shinsei’s gaze to the
cholesterol level, which was 160 mg/dL, something that was unusual for someone with a
sickly mother. CAD has only a 40–60% chance to pass on to your children, so it’s possible he
was lucky.

“This test, right here, showed that Denji was healthy, both physically and mentally.” Normal
cholesterol level, healthy blood, and a good, if not extremely good, immune system. When
testing his blood, she found out that the white blood cells reacted aggressively to foreign
bacteria and quickly killed them.

Like, really aggressive.

"Oh, so you mean that my little boy doesn’t inherit my sickness?” Shinsei didn’t understand
the statistics written in the paper, but hearing that her son wouldn’t have to rely on medicines
every day made her happy. She was glad that he was healthy, and he was a good kid too, so
she could only wish his life wouldn’t turn out to be like hers.
“It was, indeed, a miracle that he didn’t have your sickness.” Santa noticed that Shinsei
wiped off the stray tears from her eyes. ‘So Denji was right... She is a bit emotional.’ Santa
wanted to find out why he had no STDs despite having intercourses with numerous girls, so
she tested his blood and semen, and then she wanted to know more about his family’s genes.

With his father absent and his mother sick, Santa had yet to find the answer for that weirdly
strong immune system. “You know… That one time when he was five, he coughed out blood
and struggled to breathe. I was beyond worried, wondering that I passed my sickness to his.

Shinsei’s eyes glanced up to see Santa, who nodded, urging her to continue the story. “But
then, like a miracle or some sort, he woke up fine. No coughing… There was no tightening
sensation in his chest. Everything was suddenly fine.” Shinsei was more than confused when
her son recovered from the sickness out of the blue. Since then, he never caught a cold or had
a fever, nor did he get COVID-19 despite talking with multiple F0s in his school. "Weirdly,
his dog disappeared that very same night.”

That quick story of hers got Santa quite hooked. She first suspected that it was some kind of
mutation that occurred late, but the blood sample proved it was normal. Maybe he got
something in his throat and coughed so much that blood spewed out? That didn’t explain the
dyspnea. While Santa was wondering, Shinsei didn’t question anything and just assumed that
Kami had spared her son’s life.

However, it caused quite a ruckus. His father, not happy about the fact that he would have
another mouth to feed, continuously guilt-tripped him with harsh words like ‘Even Hell
doesn’t want to have you!’ or ‘The bitch’s disease ignored you and will be passed on to your
fucking kids instead!’

That leads only to one question: do his father’s genes play a huge role in his sudden strong
immune system? Right now, she couldn’t possibly get an answer since he wasn’t here, but
even if he was here, the old bastard wouldn’t agree to cooperate and just told her to get the
fuck out of his house.

Just one question: does the dog have anything to do with this?

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“Okay, so it’s like this.” Fumiko tapped him in the forehead to fully get his attention before
showing him the script, which, as expected, was full of cheesy porn-like dialogue. “We are
going to make a video right at the getabako, where I will be pinning you to the shelves before
bullying you, got it?” She grinned at Denji, who was giving her a nod. “One problem: we
don’t have a camera, woman.”
Since Fumiko wanted it to be more, for lack of words, cinematic, she wanted to have a
camera follow them and record the best view without having to put a camera in one place. It
would be quite awkward to have a boy be her cameraman. "So... you want a girl to be the
camerawoman?” Fumiko nodded and sat on his lap, his fingers tapping against his chest.

The teachers and students winced at that much closeness and PDA happening in the stairs,
but they just let them do their things. Denji began to think of girls who could help them film a
porno video. Someone like Bimu was perfect for the job, but since they were making straight
porn, she would refuse. She wanted gay po-

“I can be your camerawoman.” He felt a hand on his shoulder, and then someone sat down
right beside him. As he turned to his left, he saw Yoru with a prideful grin on her face. The
scarred-face girl tapped him in the shoulder and pointed at the script. “I want to be a part of
you guys’ business.” Fumiko’s eyes brightened at the arrival of Yoru, while Denji wasn’t
surprised.

He predicted that she mainly joined the group just to have sex with him again. Just days ago,
she had been looking at him with those seductive eyes while her sister just jabbed her in the
arms before pulling her away. Yoru’s younger sister knew that she would want to meet Denji
again, but for the sake of the Mitakas’ dignity, Asa had to drag Yoru away from him.

“Are you good with cameras and stuff?” Fumiko asked with glee.

“I sure do, but I can definitely do better with this ‘stuff’.” Yoru teasingly poked Denji’s left
cheek with a big grin on her face. Of course, his prediction was proven correct. “Just kidding,
you will be surprised by my skill as a camerawoman.” With her vast knowledge of... porn,
she sure does know a lot of stuff. The angles, the zoom-ins, the close-up shots of genitals
JAV, or American porn, she knows all.

Fumiko merely gave a thumbs-up and told her to meet up after school in the getabako. Now
Denji was along with Yoru, who was giving him a grin and those lustful eyes, but before she
could even say a thing, Denji just shut her up by putting his index finger in front of her lips.
“No, I’m looking for someone to teach me biology." I'm not too interested in doing it right
here.”

Despite his protest, Yoru grumbled before leaning closer to him, her chin on his shoulder and
her hands sweetly caressing his chest through the shirt, in an attempt to change his mind. Yet,
with the obedience medicine being overcome, he had no obligation to fuck her right here.

“Fuck!” Abe groaned and kicked his own table. He put his hands on his own hip before
walking around his room in a circle pattern and pinching his nose. From what he heard, more
like eavesdropped, the medicine had been neutralized by his immune system. Something like
that could never happen. “Call in a fucking better science team! Make a better one!”

A snake with a whip hissed in affirmation before slithering out of the room. Pochita, along
with his siblings, all bowed, and with Abe’s agreement, they all left the room. Just as they
stepped through the entrance, a purple-haired, tattooed hunk and a literal robot named EVA-
01 entered the room.
It’s not worth mentioning, but his siblings are just as special as him. The oldest one is a white
hawk, Guanchi, who has incredible accuracy. She had some kind of small crossbow attached
to her right eye. Too bad, she wasn’t typically liked because she often just barged in some
random nests and urged the mothers to leave her eggs and come with her instead.

Pochita is the next. A dog that can pull a chainsaw from nowhere. He was proven to be the
physically strongest and exceed everyone else in regeneration. One downside is that he can
easily grow too attached to strangers if they ever show signs of affection.

The next one is the snake with a whip as its tail, Matsugi. The stealthiest, the deadliest She
enjoyed crushing her enemies or injecting them with her venom, which didn’t seem to work
on other hybrids, unfortunately. She was quite old but kept insisting that she was eternally
young.

There was also an iguana that could spit fire from its mouth, like a flamethrower. With his
cunning nature and ability to think fast, he was usually the planner of the team. Due to how
devious and ruthless he sometimes is, Pochita often raised objections against his cruel ideas.
His name is Flammenwerfer.

Then there was Javelin, a falcon that could throw spears. He was smart in an intellectual way,
often being seen watching how humans act and speak. He once said he was this close to fully
mimicking their behavior. Also, he was a bit sick in the head, often telling about how he
killed some small chicks in front of their parents, as they could only squeak in desperation.

The grumpiest one is Samu, who is a Japanese wolf wielding a katana. He was tasked with
protecting an honorable samurai family, and while he was doing his job, he got interested in
the traditions and began to teach himself to become a true samurai. First, chop ten people’s
heads off and dip a baby in boiled water.

Not only that, the most special one in terms of ability is Bombsu. She was gorgeous, to say
the least. A cat with bomb ability? Cool. She was nice to Pochita, often teaching him things
that he didn’t know. She goes out a lot, mostly to find humans, preferably young girls, to
interact with. Pochita would sometimes pluck some flowers and give them to her.

The youngest one, Misu, despite that being a girl name, belonged to a male rabbit. He was
the youngest of the whole operation, often being too inexperienced or impatient. He had two
longswords in his ears. Still, he had shown some great potential to become one of the best on
this team.

“Woof woof!” (Let’s go get some food!) Pochita rubbed his belly.

“Meow…” (I want some tuna.) Bombsu purred.

“Kack, kack, kack, kaaa.” (No thanks; I had some ducklings just an hour ago.) Javelin
flapped his wings off and flew somewhere, presumably finding more nests to eat.

“Keee-eeee arrr! Kee arr.” Promise me to eat all of the eggs while the mother is present! (I
want them to have interest in me instead of taking care of the eggs.) Guanshi called out to
Javelin, who didn’t care.
Samu shook his head, insisting on some beefsteak. And the rest agreed with his choice, for
the first time ever.

Wait, Misu is a rabbit; why the hell did he agree to it? Why did his eyes turn red? And why
was his name tag changed to Killer Bunny?

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After nearly ten minutes of asking around, Denji didn’t find anything that could help him
with this subject. Most of them were too busy or had no intention of teaching a person like
Denji, although he changed in some ways. This Mendel’s bullshit was too hard; not even
videos from YouTube could help.

“Fuck…” He scratched his hair and looked down with a deep sigh. If he failed even one
subject like biology, Makima-sensei would never agree to have sex with him, so he must not
fail. Despite his efforts, he had yet to find someone truly helpful. “Maybe I should learn
English for...

"You... need help?” Someone asked with a low voice behind him. It was a girl, probably the
same as his age. Denji boredly turned around and saw her slightly creepy appearance. The
way she just stared deep into his eyes while keeping the straightest face ever gave him creeps.
Despite that, she seemed friendly and probably just weird.

"You're... that girl who always brings spiders to school, even though that’s forbidden?” If it
weren't for Denji, she would have been long caught by now. A smile spread across her face as
he recognized the girl, and she tapped the biology book in her hands. "You... offer to teach
me that shit?”

“Yes… You allow me to bring my spiders, so I want to help you back."The way she talked
suggested that she was shy or soft-spoken. Denji widened his eyes when he realized that
someone was offering to teach him biology. Although he didn’t know how good she was at
this subject, it’s still better to have someone than no one.

Pochita readied his darts.

"So... where are we heading to?” Luckily, he already had his books and pens right here, so he
wouldn’t need to head back to class to grab them. Princi blinked a few times, rubbing her
cheeks in thought. Since it was breaktime, they could go into the biology clubroom without
being disturbed. Still, that much time wouldn’t be enough for Denji to fully understand it.

“Follow me…” Princi signaled him to move behind him. Denji complied without a question.
From first glance, she was a bit weird, from her appearance to how she clutched the books in
her chest. But that thought never really concerned him; she was nice, but still very weird.

After reaching the clubroom, she slid open the door and told him to go inside. Fortunately for
them and Pochita, no one was present in the room, save for Denji and the weird girl. "Oh, my
name’s Denji.” The boy turned around and offered a handshake.

“Princi…” She dumbly stared at the hand and slowly clasped her hands around the offered
hand. Denji noticed that she was trying to do the two-handed handshake but shrugged it off.
He lightly waved his hand, and she did the same. After that, their hands parted, and she went
back to staring at him again. “I like spiders.”

“That I clearly know." He turned around and saw two glass boxes placed on the wooden
table. They were tarantulas, specifically. The bigger one is obviously female, and the smaller
one is male. The male was tapping the soil, and the female replied. “What are they doing?”

Princi glanced at the table. “They want to mate.” Denji merely nodded at the answer.
Unlucky for them, the boxes separated them, which forbade them to be closer enough to
copulate. The spiders continued to send messages to each other as Princi walked up to the
table before putting down her books.

Denji came to sit down beside her. “Why don’t you let them, mate?” Seeing how passionate
the male was, she must have kept them in these cages for so long. Princi hummed and
pointed at the female.

“She will eat his head.” This time, she answered sternly with a clear voice, unlike how quiet
and soft she was a few minutes ago. She must have seen sh*t like that. Out of her point of
view, Denji was staring at the spiders, her eyes wide, wondering why the male would risk his
own life just to get laid.

Princi noticed that the female retreated back to her hideout entrance. Realizing that her
tarantulas were probably hungry, she pulled out a long tube full of crickets and grabbed the
tweezers from the table. Denji watched with interest as she opened up both cages and placed
a few crickets inside.

Almost immediately, the female suddenly launched toward a cricket and injected venom from
her fangs into the dying prey. The other crickets all desperately hopped away in fear, but soon
the inevitable would come. “Really cool…” Although he was a bit creeped out by the spiders,
Princi appeared normal with them because, of course, she had her first spider when she was
2.

Too quick to know anything, a dart unexpectedly hit her left calf, and Princi almost dropped
the cricket-filled tube on the ground. The cages, however, weren’t properly closed, and if she
wanted to, she wouldn’t be able to. Because sleepiness had taken over her mind.

"Fuck!” Denji didn’t question anything and just immediately ran toward the door. The opened
doors were suddenly slammed shut, and he heard a click from the other side. “The hell!?” He
tried to twist the knob, only to find that it was locked from the outside. “Open the door!”
Out of options, he rushed toward the windows; again, they were already closed from outside.
Pochita dusted his hands before making an escape through the roof. Although they would be
locked in there for God knows how long, he had no other choice. Had Denji accepted his fate
and just chosen to fuck her right there, he wouldn’t need to lock up the entrances.

Wait, he could just wait until Denji busted a nut inside of her, and then he could open the
entrances again. Pochita slapped his head before heading to the room. ‘I can be silly
sometimes...'

“Fuck…” Denji wiped his face and watched as Princi rose up again. The spider-crazed girl
looked around, and once she noticed Denji sitting near the window, she slowly crawled
toward him with her arms, trying to reach him. Although she was incredibly horny, a straight
face was still present in her face. ‘Here we go again...'

Without a question, he accepted the hug from Princi before kissing her on the lips. He didn’t
bother trying to say something because it wouldn’t work. Many girls, like Cosmo, would just
tell him that he must have really hated them enough to not have sex with them. If this ever
happened again, he would, without any hesitation, fuck them.

He planted a kiss on her neck, earning a few back to his cheeks. Her hands wandered around
his back, clawing through his jacket. As his hot breaths hit her skin down to her chest, a blush
grew hotter on her cheeks when Denji attempted to bury his face in it, feeling up the bra just
behind those fabrics.

He could do something hard, poking his cheek as he continued to rub his face in her chest.
From the look of it, her breasts might be big, and her nipples were getting hard. Knowing
that, he stimulated her by licking the exact spot with his tongue. Long trails of stained spots
were printed on her white shirt, and Princi could moan as his hands removed the pinafore.

Without knowledge of their surroundings, the male tarantula ignored its crickets and just tried
to climb out of the cage while the female was eating her prey peacefully. After a few seconds,
the male got out of the cage and immediately tried to climb into his mate’s.

Although he was making her feel good, his eyes seemed bored, as if he was slowly losing
interest in sex. With them now doing this dirty deed, who will teach him biology? Her belt
was removed, and Denji pulled down his zipper, feeling the tightness in his groin. One of his
hands kept groping her right breast through the white shirt, which was inevitably removed by
Denji.

They could get caught by security guards, but that didn’t concern Princi, whose hands found
their way to his buttons and began to undo them. Since she was quite creepy and shy, not
many people really talked to her, so it’s definitely a weird pleasure for her when Denji
admires her body.

His saliva was all over the uncovered skin of her bosom, getting some shaky breaths from
Princi as her nails dug into his back, drawing some blood into her nails. As if feeling that
wasn’t enough, Denji slid two fingers into her pants and touched the wet folds of her “No…”
She lightly hit his forearm to stop him from entering his finger deeper inside of her
womanhood.
It felt weird, but in a good way for her. The way he kept pressure on the upper part of her
tunnel made her leg convulse slightly from blissful rapture. Denji wanted more, so he
unstrapped her bra, freeing her large breasts. ‘Wow… D-cup.’ Of all the girls his age he has
copulated with, Princi by far has the biggest bosom, just behind Santa. He wanted to nip on
it, but he wanted his eyes to be satisfied first.

The female tarantula was staring at the two while the male was trying to climb into her cage.
When she heard a soft impact right behind her, the spider turned around to see that the small
tarantula had managed to enter her cage. The two arachnids stared at each other and stayed
motionless for a while.

Denji started to lightly nip on her pinky nipples, closing his eyes and hearing all of her silent
moans. The fleshy buds were hard, which he found sassifying to nibble on. Princi’s walls
clenched around his fingers helplessly, yet he still pushed them down deeper, giving her the
most pleasure. He then licked her warm skin around her bosom and sternum while pinching
her nipple teasingly.

He could feel her strong grip on his biceps and back, and it got fiercer the more his fingers
went deeper. Her body temperature rose, and her legs became shaky. Denji could hear
desperate whimpers like ‘Stop’, ‘Slow down', or ‘Let me rest', but due to how low her voice
was, he didn’t hear what she said. Deep down, Princi was enjoying that.

He looked up at her before leaning closer to her for a deep kiss. Just then, she could feel
relaxed for a while after Denji pulled down his fingers. Her breaths became steady, and her
legs were no longer stiff. Denji deepened the kiss, mumbling something like nice breasts
before assuring her with gentle kisses.

“Now, we get to do some simple positions, like doggy style.” Denji planted a kiss on her
cheek, and Princi answered with a shy nod. To be fair, she had never done anything right; she
would just do whatever he told her to do. Denji ordered her to get on four; after that, he
kneeled behind her, guiding his hard penis in front of her wet entrance.

He spat on his shaft and coated his whole penis in his own saliva before giving it a few
strokes to soften his dick. He blinked, assured Princi that it would be painful initially, and
slowly inserted his dickey inside of her vagina. Almost immediately, Princi’s body shook as
the glans went in first, then he abruptly stopped moving his hip to give her some time to get
used to the pain.

The tarantulas started to ‘dance’, with the male tenderly stroking the female to calm her
down. If he messed up, his head would be gone. Luckily, the bigger spider relaxed and
opened her fangs, allowing him to live for more seconds. That much time was more than he
needed. The male tarantula delivered his packet of sperm and pinned it in his mate’s
abdomen.

With that done, he quickly got out while the female was in a trance-like state. He was still 4
or 5 years old; he didn’t want to waste the rest of his lifespan because he was slow. Mission
accomplshed!
 Just as the male tarantula got back to its cage, Denji started to move his hips, his penis
entering deeper and deeper until he reached the cervix. He could see how shaky her breaths
were and how red her skin was. Despite that, only small moans could be heard from her
mouth. ‘She is the silent type...'

He gently placed his hands on her round ass before continuing to thrust. This time, keeping
up the pace got a groan from Princi, whose mouth poked out her tongue in response to the
pleasure he was giving her. The walls in her vagina tried to squeeze him, making it harder to
penetrate. It got a huff from Denji, and he pulled it out before inserting it in again.

Sounds of his hips hitting on her bare ass filled the room. Their bodies both grew hot red as
their session got more intense. Denji suddenly hugged her waist with his hands before
leaning down closer to her until he was on top of her. Without her knowing, his fingers
grabbed her chin before he guided her lips to his once again, getting them to kiss
passionately.

Although she was enjoying it, her facial expression didn’t show any hint of pleasure, just a
blankly straight face as ever. After a while, he began to notice his orgasm building up inside
of him, so he hastened it by thrusting faster and more ferociously. Princi’s eyes were shut,
and she bit on her lips when a stream of juice shot out from the vagina, her whole body
shaking from the climax.

Instantly, Denji shot a load inside her pussycat, moaning as he stroked his dick to squeeze out
every last drop still inside his urethra. For a minute, they just stayed like that until Denji
pulled out his dick, then a small drop of cum leaked out from her vagina. He walked in front
of a tired Princi and gave her a kiss before laying her on the floor.

“This shit is weird." He mumbled while helping her dress herself again. Princi, unexpectedly,
hugged him tightly with her hands around his neck. While confused, Denji said nothing and
just accepted the clingy hug. 'Well, still Fumiko and Yoru after school.'

“Almost forgot… Biology…” Denji lightly chuckled, nodding. Out of their sight, the male
tarantula was raising its appendages as if he were giving Denji a thumbs-up, while the female
was looking at him with hunger. Denji’s eyes remained closed before he felt something wet
on his hair.

“What the—why are you biting my head?"

Chapter End Notes

This chapter felt bit short... I couldn't think of much about Princi's personality, the fact
that she had only one or two lines in the whole part 1 baffled me!

Now for Yuko, and Shindi also, I plan to write them in chap 22, right after Fumiko and
Yoru
This chapter was basically filler, for the lack of better words
 Yet Another Porn Video (Mifune Fumiko, Yoru)
Chapter Summary

Warning: mention of NTR

Blowjob, Cowgirl position, Creampie

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

"Oh, so it’s like that." Denji nodded in understanding as Princi taught him about Mendel’s
laws, which he found hard at first, but eventually he managed to crack a code. It followed a
certain pattern rather than some random guessing and gibberish. “It’s AaBb x AaBb, right?”

Princi nodded with a small smile. Not only that, a blush was visible on her face, mainly
because they just had sex a few minutes ago. While Denji acted like it was nothing more than
just temporal pleasure and regret, Princi felt incredibly embarrassed and constantly rubbed
her face when she thought about how she nipped on his head.

Like an actual spider would.

Despite her appearance, she was nice and thoughtful. Her explanations were short, yet
comprehensible. The spiders from the cages were still in their own enclosures. Princi freaked
out when she realized that she hadn’t closed it when a dart hit her calf. Once she saw her
spiders resting in their caves, she relaxed.

Unfortunately, their little private time came to an end when the bell rang. Denji looked at the
filled pages in his notebook, seeing that he had learned enough today. "Anyway, thanks,
Princi, for tutoring me.” He flashed her a grin, and the girl just awkwardly waved at him with
her straight face covered by her hair, but Denji could say that she was too reserved to even
respond.

Just as Denji’s hand nearly touched the doorknob, he heard a small meowl from behind him
and turned around to see her looking at him. “It was nice to have someone accompany me.
Would you like to study biology with me sometimes?”

Denji looked a bit hesitant since he had to meet up with about... nine girls, or was it ten? Ten
girls meet weekly. If counting Princi, the number would rise to eleven. “Uhhh…” At least,
she didn’t imply anything sexual, right? So they wouldn’t have intercourse like the others.
She said she wanted company, which meant that she wanted someone to talk to.

Definitely not sex. “Yeah sure. I suck at biology, so why not?"Upon hearing the accpetance,
her lips slightly raised up into a happy smile. With that, Denji waved and immediately
walked down the hallway, leaving behind a confused Princi, who then proceeded to chat with
her tarantulas about her day.

“No running in the hallway.” Kishibe tapped him in the head when Denji made a right turn.
Behind the vice principal was Quanxi, whose eyebrows rose at Denji’s presence. The boy ran
past through the teachers, ignoring the scowls from Kishibe, whose head turned to Quanxi
with a smile. “Kids these days won’t even do a fraction of what I could.”

“I guess you are going to talk about how you managed to bed three girls back at his age,
right? I have no desire to hear it.” Quanxi bluntly said this before walking to the designated
classroom where she would be starting to teach as an intern teacher under Kishibe’s
guidance.

As Denji was running back to his class, he saw Yuko walking timidly in the hallway,
clutching her English book. Judging by her expression, she had yet to find someone to help
her with this subject. “Hey!” A tap on the shoulder caused her to flinch and turn around with
a terrified face, but it morphed into a smile when she saw Denji.

“You scared me!” She lightly punched him in the chest and fixed her glasses. “I almost
dropped my glasses!” She pouted, and Denji just awkwardly rubbed his head and said a quick
“sorry”.

“Let me guess; no luck?” Yuko nodded. With Denji now learning biology with Princi, he still
needed to find someone who could speak English. Both of them suck at this subject, and
Kusakabe’s tests are really hard since his standard is very high. “Ugh, me neither.”

Yuko sighed, his hands dangling weakly. “My brother will be really mad." She imagined an
angry Kusakabe with red horns growing out of his scalp, and his eyes burned with fury like a
true Satan while she was showing him a 12/100 English test. His large hands with sharp nails
grabbed the test and tore it into pieces, and he pointed an accusing finger at her.

“FOR THIS SIN! I WILL TAKE YOUR PHONE AWAY!"

“For how long?”

“FOR ETERNITY!!”

"I'm sure he won’t be like that.” Denji laughed. Although Kusakabe was strict, he wasn’t evil
or cold. Plus, Kusakabe deeply loved his sister, so he wouldn’t do anything that mentally hurt
her feelings. “Wait, don’t you ask him to teach you English? He’s your brother.”

Yuko grinned and rubbed her hands together. “I uh… He’s a bit too fast, and he doesn’t have
much time to spare since tests are coming.” Denji nodded. Then they realized that they had
arrived in front of Yuko’s classroom, where she gave him a hug outside before entering.

"People have been complaining about PDA a lot, Denji." A friend of his hit him in the arm
with a laugh. “Oh, and don’t look back.” The blonde boy raised an eyebrow at the order, and
due to curiosity, he turned around to see Kusakabe, who had witnessed everything from the
start.
“It was just a simple hug." Denji saw that Kusakabe’s facial expression remained serious.
‘Crap…’

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Luckily, Kusakube didn’t really do anything to him. He just stared down at Denji before
going to his class. Still, the boy could feel a chill down his spine whenever he sensed
someone staring at him. Surprisingly, Quanxi was instructed to teach his class math under
Kishibe’s watchful eyes.

Her speed was a bit fast, and her choices of words sometimes confused the class, but aside
from that, she was fine. Since it was her first time teaching a class as an intern teacher, she
sure could improve more. “It was very nice, Quanxi-chan!” Kishibe clapped his hands loudly
when the bell rang, with the class following suit.

Quanxi bowed before asking everyone if they had any criticisms for her. Seconds later, the
class president raised her hand, and the intern teacher allowed her to stand up. Meanwhile,
Denji was carefully writing down what Quanxi had written on the board. “Hey bro, look at
the new teacher... She’s so fine. Gyatt!” A boy turned around to face Denji and pointed at
Quanxi.

A cocky grin appeared on Denji’s face. "Yeah, man, whatever, but you’re not her type.”

“Then what’s her type?”

“Have a vagina.”

“So what do you guys usually do at cultural festivals in school?” Reze asked Shindi while
lowering her voice. She was aware of the event but didn’t have much knowledge about it.
The only thing she knew was that it was yearly. Although Kishibe did see everything, he just
ignored it and focused on Quanxi’s beautiful face instead.

Shindi hummed. “Oh, a lot, actually. It’s not like any typical Japanese culture, but more like
celebrating high school life. We do all sorts of things: decorating classes, dancing, selling
food on stalls.” Reze nodded in understanding before asking more about this upcoming event.
She was interested in that.

“Thank you for the advice. I will try to be slower next time.” Quanxi nodded at the class
president before signaling for her to sit down. A sigh escaped her mouth, and as she looked
around, she noticed no hand was raised. “If no one has any questions, I will gladly end the
period right here.” Once again, Kishibe clapped loudly, earning some looks from the students.
"Hey, hey, Denji!” Denji felt a poke in his back. Slowly, he turned around with a bored face
and saw a smiling Shindi, who was holding her English book up with a grin. "You have been
trying to find something that can help you with English, right? I sure can help you!”

His eyes radiated with surprise when he finally found that person. While he still had no idea
how good Shindi was at English, some compliments Kusakabe paid her were enough to
prove that she was more than good. “Why the fuck didn’t you say that earlier? We’ve been
looking for a whole week.”

“You didn’t ask me until I saw your struggle." Oh… right. Denji rubbed his head in
embarrassment before she realized something. “And who is ‘we’? You and… Yuko?” She
lightly bit her lips at the mention of the blonde girl. It’s not like she still despises her; it's
more like how much time he spent with her. Ignoring her jealousy aside, she smirked at him.
“Want me to help you with English?”

“Sure… But would you mind if Yuko joined us too? She has some trouble with English too.”
Denji was too obvious to notice her annoyed frown, but regardless, she still agreed, mainly
because of Denji. Luckily, it’s Sunday tomorrow, so they will have a lot of time for
themselves. “Where to?”

“My house… Also, my parents won’t be home tomorrow."

“Sweet!”

“Oi, no talking!” Kishibe threw a rubber, which hit directly on his face. Out of all the people
who talked during class, he purposely chose Denji. “One more, and I will give you
detention.” With that, Shindi shut her mouth, and Denji turned around with a groan while
Reze was giggling.

When the bell rang, Quanxi and Kishibe excused themselves before exiting class, and shortly
after, Kobeni walked into the classroom with a tired look. Even days after that horrifying
event, she was still mentally exhausted. Sometimes, she hallucinated herself killing a guy
with a katana sticking out of his head and a snake-like girl.

"Good afternoon, class." She greeted her class with a bored tone before grabbing her book
from inside her bag. “Please open up to page 34... Can someone tell me... where the vice
principal left off?” She heard a response and nodded. "Okay, we will.

Her eyes unexpectedly landed on Denji, who was reading the'script'. Then he noticed that her
gaze was fixated on him too, and everyone else was looking at him with a confused look.
“What?” He looked down at his pants to see his zipper already up.

No one might know it, but Kobeni was experiencing some severe PTSD upon seeing Denji
again. Because of what happened in the cell, she was beyond traumatized and felt ashamed of
herself. Of course, she remembered everything; she just couldn’t control herself when
hallucinations clouded her mind.

Without any words, she passed out again, much to the class’s bewilderment. Reze covered
her mouth in shock as some students came up and checked on her pulse, which was unusually
normal. “She ain’t dead, guys!” Denji, however, realized that she couldn’t face the guy who
fucked her and quickly prayed.

‘At least no one knows it has something to do with me.'

“Hey Den-

“IT WASN’T ME!”

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“Aren’t you going home, Denji?” Reze asked him with her head tilted to the side. Denji just
rubbed his head with a forced grin. To be fair, he was trying to come up with a reason, more
like a lie. “You forgot something?”

“Oh yeah, yeah! That!... I forgot my... stuff in the classroom!” Denji’s eyes went abnormally
wide, and he backed away and broke into a run. “You can go home without me, Reze! Don’t
wait for me!” He took a sharp right turn, which was weird because he was supposed to take
the left turn to reach their classroom.

‘Weird…’ Everyone knows that Reze is the one to find the truth, as proven when she was
trying to discover Akera’s illness. She had a lot of possibilities in her head, but one stood out
most: running errands. “If so, I should really go home.” She began to walk toward the
entrance and then comically walked back to school. “Actually, I want to know it.”

As planned, he would be meeting Yoru and Fumiko at the getabako to film a video. As soon
as he reached the destination, he saw both of the girls already standing there; oh, Asa was
there too, for some reason. Fumiko was teaching Yoru how to use the camera, specifically a
JVC Camcorder.

“Why are you here?” Yoru scowled at Asa, who clutched her bag closer to her before
pointing at the entrance. “I’m busy! Tell mom that I will be home late.” Asa had a deep frown
on her face, but knowing her older sister’s attitude, her words wouldn’t be enough to order
her.

‘I shouldn’t have abolished that rule.' Asa huffed and walked out of the scene. The moment
she turned around, she saw Denji standing right in front of her. Her eyes narrowed in disgust
at the memory of what they had done in the men’s room. She had won, but at what cost? Her
dignity? “Oh hi, Denji... You remember me, don’t you?”

“Yeah, Asa, right?” She was slightly down when he had to ask just to confirm her name, but
it’s still fine with her. He noticed that she was wearing a single hairpin in her hair, which
looked... silly. Denji wouldn’t outright say that she was ugly; it just looked so out of place.
“Not gonna lie, you look... The hairpin doesn’t suit you.

“Eh?”

“Told ya. You should have removed that old ass hairpin already.” Yoru added.

“Eh?”

“I’m with them.” Fumiko chimed in.

“Eh!?”

It seemed like the world had crashed down on Asa. Like an actual comical anime character,
her physical body lost its color, painting her white like a page. Her mother’s sweet words
were all just lies.

“Oh, boys will be all over you when you wear this hairpin!” Mrs. Asa chuckled.

“Is she okay?" Denji watched as Asa walked away with her head down in disappointment.
Yoru just brushed it off and told him that it happened daily. His eyes remained on the
saddened Asa until she walked out of sight. “Is she really okay?”

It’s fine!” Yoru groaned. Then a smirk spread across her face, and she came closer to him
with a widening grin. “Plus, we have a job to do here, so pay her no mind.” She teasingly
tapped his sternum, and one of her hands traveled down to his crotch. Without a warning, she
cupped that area with her hand, earning a yelp from Denji. “It feels good, right?” Her grin
grew more devilish as he desperately patted her arm.

“You’re squeezing my balls!” Yoru’s expression shifted from lustful to confused. She
loosened her grasp on the crotch area, and Denji immediately held it in pain. “Fuck…”
Pained moans eacaped through his mouth while he was grabbing his hurt ballsack in pain.
Damn, she even pinched on the testicles.

"Hey, hey, do not damage the main star of the video!” Fumiko lightly punched her
camerawoman in the head, making Yoru rub her head in pain. “Are you alright, Denji-
senpai?” She crouched down to his level, her smile dropping. Denji, still grabbing his crotch,
nodded in confirmation and just told her that it was wearing off now.

“See? He’s fine! He can even blow two loads without cooldown or rest.” Yoru crossed her
arms.

Fumiko turned around with a straight face, not too happy about her idol being hurt by a
common camerawoman. “One more thing like this, and you’re fired.” Fumiko pushed the
camera right at Yoru’s chest, and it fell down to her hands. It was so unusual to see Fumiko, a
person who always had that big grin on her face, suddenly so grumpy.

“Ah…” Denji finally stood up with a groan, feeling the pain gone. “Don’t ever do that.” He
pointed at Yoru, who just huffed and apologized to him. Denji accepted that insincere
apology and pulled out the script again. "So... we’re about to do it here?”
“Yup!” Fumiko had a grin on her face again. “Right now!” She turned her gaze to Yoru,
silently telling her to ready the camera. “The first scene started with you putting your shoes
on the stand, and then I would come in. Remember the dialogue!”

Denji nodded before walking toward the stands, with Yoru turning on the camera and
pointing it at his face. The scarred-faced girl gave Fumiko a thumbs-up, and with the
camerawoman ready, Fumiko hid around the corner. "Okay, 1, 2, 3! Action!” She pressed
‘record’ and then raised it high enough to capture Denji’s full figure.

Just like the script said, he had to act as if he were small and weak, the perfect material for a
bullied boy. Denji sighed and put his shoes on the stand while slightly bending his knees to
make himself seem weak. “Damn… not enough money to pay off her debt again. I hope that I
won’t meet her here.

“Me?” Denji’s eyes slightly went wide when he heard Fumiko’s voice, and Yoru slowly
backed away so that she could capture both of them in one frame. Fumiko, arms crossed with
a head tilt, slowly approached Denji, who backed away in fear and held out his hands. “Oh,
speaking of it, where’s my money?”

"I will be able to pay you tomorrow! Just give me one day, and I will pay you all of my
money!” Denji’s attempt to beg for forgiveness was silenced when Fumiko had him pinned
against the wooden stand, her hands on both sides of him, so that he wouldn’t escape from
her. “Please… Please…”

‘Wow…’ Although Yoru knew that it was just acting, she could still feel some real sexual
tension from the reverse kabedon. She zoomed in on the scared expression of Denji and the
slowly appearing smirk of Fumiko, who seemingly held her chin in thought before letting
him have some space to relax.

“Lucky for you... I’m in need of a good dick. So my mood depends on how big your dick is.”
With that, her hand sneakily traveled down to his pants before she aggressively rubbed her
palm against the noticeable growing bulge. She licked her lips slowly and seductively,
whether it was acting or not. "Oh, it’s growing hard, isn’t it? Why don’t you free it out of its
cage?”

Obedient like a dog, he pulled down the zipper, and Fumiko watched as his pants were pulled
down to his ankles. Yoru had to swallow down the droll leaking and forming inside her
mouth when Denji had only had his shirt and boxer on. He shyly covered the private part, and
Fumiko poked at it with interest.

Yoru moved closer to the ‘perfomers’ and zoomed in closer to the bulge being groped by
Fumiko. Denji knew it was cringeworthy for him to moan like a maniac, but as the script
demanded, he had no choice but to jerk his body while Fumiko’s hand massaged the crotch
harder. “Stop, please!”

“But you enjoy it, you know that!” Fumiko giggled and slid her hand into the underwear. She
could feel warmth from his penis, and she continued to toy with it. Fumiko firmly squeezed
the soft shaft of his dick to pump it some blood; her plan was to get him hard before pulling
the boxer down.
Feeling that might not be enough, her other hand laid flat on his chest, and once she found
exactly where his nipple was, she toyed with it with her wet tongue. “Get hard, boy. Don’t lie
to your body.” Fumiko giggled as her tongue licked on his covered nipple, making him
shudder in pleasure while she was trying to pump blood to the penis. Denji begged and
whimpered, and eventually she could feel the member getting firmer and harder. Only at that
moment did she have the biggest grin on her face for today.

With her experience watching porn, Yoru panned the camera down to his crotch level, seeing
the bulge had gotten bigger, reaching its fully erect state. “Oh yeah, the fun begins.” The
camerawoman whispered low enough for the camera to not hear her voice, but even if it did,
neither Fumiko nor Yoru would care. “Please please! I’m already har- AH!” One hell of a
loud moan interrupted him, and without any hesitation, Fumiko grabbed the waistband and
pulled the underwear down, and his dick sprang out in its biggest size. “Wait wait! Don’t
look!” ‘I want to kill myself.'

“What’s up, shy boy? Never done this before?” She chuckled as she continued to lightly
stroke his penis. “Oh god… This is much bigger than my pathetic boyfriend's... Jackpot!”
Although the camera didn’t capture it, Denji was frowning. NTR ain’t his thing. It’s
disgusting and degenerate, and who the fuck said that they loved NTR should be tied to their
chair and watch their girlfriend being railed by a lot of men?

Oh, hi Sneako!

“Does it feel good? You like my hand touching your hard cock, don’t you?"Fumiko abruptly
stopped her lewd act and pulled her hand out, much to Denji’s character’s disappointment.
Without her physical contact on his hungry, unsastified rod of meat, Denji started to jerk off
by using his own hand, all while Fumiko was eyeing him with a grin. “You want to feel my
hand touching your dick. You want me to... jerk you off.”

“Yes… I do…” Denji gritted his teeth, veins popping out of his forehead as his speed got
significantly faster. “I very... do want..." Fumiko laughed at his expression and granted his
wish again. Her fingers first pressed on the glans, while the rest messaged the shaft. She
could say that he was more than hungry for sex, judging by the many lines of veins in his
shaft. And also, her cheek hurt very much because she laughed too much.

Yoru moved beside Denji and kept quite a distance before continuing to film the scene. She
sometimes squirmed at every moan of Denji, and although this was her best change to
approach Denji without being dragged away by Asa, she still wanted to do the thing with him
again. "Now, for being a good boy, I will give you a reward.” Fumiko pushed out her lips,
humming as if she were ordering him to kiss her.

Denji, still surprisingly acting in character, hesitantly leaned forward for a short kiss. “Such a
shy boy!” Fumiko unexpectedly grabbed his head, and their lips connected for a deep, full-of-
lust kiss. Denji’s hands accidentally touched her thighs, which she didn’t mind, and Fumiko
opened up her mouth before using her tongue.

He knew that she was going for a French kiss, and he shyly poked out his tongue before they
both began their kissing session. Their tongues danced and swirled against each other while
Denji’s hands moved from her thighs and hips to her ass. Upon having touched her bottom
through the skirt, he gave it a squeeze, earning a sastified hum from Fumiko and Yoru too.

'Man, just how many porn videos has he watched?’ Yoru grinned before slightly crouching
down to film Fumiko’s ass being groped by him through the skirt. Even fondling wasn’t
enough; he wanted to remove her pants and clothes, but knowing his character, he held back
his thoughts and did what the plot demanded.

After their tongues parted, leaving a string of saliva at the tips, Fumiko giggled before
looking down at his cock poking at her waist. “I actually have one more reward for you.”
Denji saw a lewd smirk of hers before she got on her knees. After feeling her breath on his
dick, he knew that she was going to give him a blowjob.

A long moan escaped his mouth when he felt wetness around his shaft, her lips sucking on
his tip like a lollipops. Her hands were just as busy as her mouth, with one pushing down the
foreskin while the other was fondling his balls teasingly. Unlike Yoru, Fumiko knew what she
was doing. The way she grabbed and teased his testicles was more erotic and stimulating,
while Yoru just unknowingly pinched them.

Her head bobbed up and down, engulfing about more than half of his length before it touched
the larynx, where he knew he shouldn’t thrust as it was the limit. Denji mumbled some
cheesy porn dialogues while Fumiko was giving him a head, his legs shaking and growing
weaker the more her tongue wiggled against his member.

Yoru had the camera focused on the blowjob scene while still filming their reactions. Denji
unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it on the ground, earning an angry look from Fumiko, who
stopped sucking him off and stood up. “Wh-What?” Denji looked around as Fumiko leaned
closer, and she poked at his chest with her eyes staring at his.

“Did I tell you to undress?” Denji shook his head multiple times. “Did I order you to grope
my ass when I was kissing you?” Other shakes of his head were the answer. Suddenly, her
hands were placed on both sides of his neck, and she strongly applied force. Denji knew it
was the plot, but this is getting too intimidating. "You're a bad boy!"

With a roar, she threw him on the ground with little force. Luckily, he didn’t lie prone, or his
dickey would be snapped in two. “Oh, you want to see my body that bad? Then here you go!”
Fumiko assertively removed her belt and tie. Before she moved on to take off the pinafore,
she first pulled down her pants and threw them at Denji, who looked at her confused. “Sniff
it.”

He blinks a few times before doing what she orders. Closing his eyes, Denji pressed the
fabric against his nose, inhaling and licking the fabric. Yoru’s grin spread wider across her
face as she turned the camera to Denji, and Fumiko was watching with a prideful smile. This
reminded her of him first arriving at her home to make a porno video, where he sniffed about
two of her underwear.

“Do you want more?” Denji nodded eagerly. With that, she pushed the straps of the pinafore,
letting them fall down on him before her hands began to undo the buttons. The blush on his
face grew redder when each button was undone, and after she unbuttoned her shirt and threw
it aside, she showed him her gorgeous body. “Contemplate it all you want.”

“So… beautiful.” Denji had seen her naked body before, but he still couldn’t take his eyes off
it. His hands shakily reached forward, and she slapped them, then called him with mean
words. “Sorry…” Was she into this kind of trope to make this plot?

"I presume this is your first time.” She grinned, crouched down, and positioned his dick in
front of her pussy, rubbing the tip against her folds while giving it a few pumps. Denji
nodded in shame, and Fumiko grinned. “No worry, you won’t be a virgin anymore.” She said
before sliding his wet cock into her hole. Immediately, Denji let out a loud moan as she
slowly sat down until he reached the cervix. “Now you’re a man.”

Yoru moved behind Fumiko and captured the scene where she bounced on him in cowgirl
position. Denji spread his legs for the camerawoman to capture that ass of Fumiko. Both of
their moans mixed together; Denji’s was more in pain, while Fumiko’s indicated pleasure.
“Fuck! Your big cock feels much better than my boyfriend’s micro-sized one!”

Her fingers found their way to her nipples and began to play on them. Fumiko lightly
punched the fleshy beads, making him moan louder than he should have. Yoru knew that fake
moans would be loud, but she didn’t expect them to be this loud in real life. “So tight…
tight!” Denji’s hands latched on her ass and groped them with such desire.

“Hey, you dare to touch my ass?" Instead of being angry, she chuckled before pressing on his
nipples and bouncing faster. “Nevermind, I forgive you for that big dick of yours.” She
slightly leaned forward, tilting her body enough for Yoru to capture both of her asses and
pussies at the same time. Yoru watched with a grin as Denji’s big cock continued to expand
her vaginal hole, his dick coating in juice and saliva, and his hands were giving that ass a
message.

Fumiko took out her phone and faked a phone call. “Hello babe! I just want to let you know
that I’m leaving you for Denji! We’re done.” She threw the phone on the pile of clothes so as
not to damage it. “Had I known about this dick earlier, I would have no need for his pathetic
dick!” She moaned as Denji kept up the pace, his balls slapping against her pussycat with
incredible speed.

Denji’s hands moved from her ass to her hips and firmly held them before he sped up his
thrusts. Each of them managed to kiss her cervix violently, making her moan and curse
uncontrollably. Fumiko returned the favor by nipping on his sensitive nipples, getting groans
from him. ‘Fucking hell…’ Yoru gulped while rubbing her thighs together as Denji’s dick
mercilessly ravaged Fumiko’s pussycat.

Then, Denji felt himself about to cum again. “Ugh… I’m ‘bout to cum... I need to... bust!”
Fumiko giggled and intentionally toyed with his nipples. Before she could continue, Denji
suddenly wrapped his hands around her waist and gave her one final deep thrust. “I’m
sorry… I’m sorry…” Denji breathed in exhaustion, and he pulled out, a drop of semen
leaking out of her vagina.
When he released Fumiko, she slapped him in the cheek lightly. “How dare you to cum inside
me!? Bad boy!” She scowled at him before a smirk appeared on her face. “That’s no matter. I
felt good. She sighed, and Denji was still trying to regain his breath. “You have no money to
pay me, right?”

“…Yes…”

“So now on, you don’t have to pay my money anymore. It will be sex. The better the fuck,
the more money you pay me.” Yoru walked beside Denji and filmed him leaning up with a
nod before their lips met once again. “Go to my house tonight. I want more.”

"As you wish.” Denji poked his tongue for a French kiss, which Fumiko gladly accepted.
With one scene out of two done, Yoru stopped recording and clapped her hands. Despite
being already done, their kissing didn’t stop, which surprised Yoru.

“Okay guys, it’s done.” Fumiko giggled before breaking the kiss, and Denji laid back on the
floor with a groan. He looked at the hallway; luckily, no one was here at school to hear their
moans. “But I have to say that you guys are bold enough to make a porno video at school.”

“Yeah sure…” Denji sighed. “Not gonna lie, sometimes I felt like you weren’t acting at all.”
Fumiko laughed at the statement and then stood up before putting on her clothes again. Denji
handed her the pants she had thrown at his face, and she just joked about him having to sniff
them twice.

Fumiko grabbed the camera and checked the video, which was way better than she thought.
“You weren’t lying.” Yoru proudly tapped her chest. It got her all the angles and the view she
needed. “It’s official; you will be our first and only camerawoman!” Both of the girls shook
hands while Denji was still lying on the floor, already soft. “Denji will tell you the address.
Go to my house at 8 p.m.”

With that, she grabbed her bag and camera before walking out of the getabako, but when she
took a right turn, she unexpectedly met Reze, whose fingers were soaked. It didn’t have to
take a genius to know what the Russians had been doing. “You know, it’s kind of rude to stalk
people," Fumiko grinned.

"Oh, I was... just passing by. And heard that..." Reze put her hands behind her back and stood
straight, a blush painting her face red. Fumiko didn’t buy that, but she still let that slide since
it’s about to get dark already.

"Wait, no, no! I don’t need it at all.” She had no desire for porn videos since she had Denji
already. Fumiko pouted and patted Reze’s shoulders before leaving the scene. The Russian
girl peeked her head out to see Denji chatting something with Yoru, who was having some
kind of intention, judging her expression.

“Ugh… I want to kill myself."Denji sighed, wiping his face. The dialogues… They felt so
forced and too pornographic. It did sound great in porn videos because of the moans and
erotic positions, but saying it in real life was something horrible. Yoru, however, just
hummed and proceeded to move toward him. “Hey, what are you, Do-The-Fuck?"
Denji opened his eyes to see Yoru already lifting up her skirt and sitting right on his belly
with a big grin on her face. “You think that I agreed to become a camerawoman for nothing?
About that, you’re wrong.” She chuckled, grabbed his flaccid cock, and then stroked it. “But
first, we need to get it hard again.” Luckily, it didn’t involve his balls; she pinched the glans
with her fingers with enough force to get a moan from him. As expected, it got erect to its
full size within seconds.

So, just today, he managed to have three intercourses with three different girls. For guys like
him, he would say that it was a blessing. Without a warning, Denji sat up and hugged Yoru
around the waist before pulling her down. Her surprise squeal was interrupted by his fierce
kiss while she could experience his dick tapping on her entrance. Her mouth widely opened
in pleasure when Denji inserted it without warning and started to thrust.

“Fuck!” She groaned as his penis continued to violently hit her deepest part without mercy. It
had been like more than a week without having talked to him because of her sister, so she
really missed him. “This is much better than masturbating to porn!” She laughed before being
interrupted by his kiss once again, and she put her hand around his head in order to deepen
the kiss. As naughty as usual, Denji’s hands crawled from her waist up to her chest and began
to rub her boobs. Yoru seemed to enjoy it, considering how she moaned and whispered.

Reze was still there, watching them have fun. Although they weren’t a thing, she still felt a
level of jealousy. She was aware that Denji had been doing this before she even got the
contract to kill him.

Denji’s mouth lightly sucked on the skin on her collarbone, leaving behind a slowly
appearing hickey while his cock just kept on hitting her cervix. Instead of in pain, Yoru even
shrieked out, muttering some porn-like dialogue. Her moans got louder when Denji licked
her nipples through two layers of clothing.

It’s a miracle that the security guard didn’t even check on this place, and it was a luxury for
them. They didn’t need to worry about getting caught in the act; they just drowned
themselves in pleasure. "Fuck, I’m cumming!” Denji leaned forward for a kiss, and she
replicated it without a question.

Denji gave her a final thrust and groaned as he shot a load inside of her. His legs lightly
convulsed from the orgasm, and she could feel something slowly dripping out from her
vagina. He still had his dick inside of her for a while before pulling out, a stream of fluid
leaking out. “That was awesome." Denji sighed before kissing her again.

“Of course.” Yoru giggled, tapping his chest. “Care to give me your LINE account? I can
arrange the schedule for you." Denji closed his eyes with a long sigh. If he added Yoru, then,
on average, he would have to meet up with two girls a day. But more girls, more sex, so he
agreed. “Ugh… I hate chemistry with a passion. Asa and I have been struggling with it.”

And then he heard someone clearing their throat. “Reze?” Denji sat up and turned around to
see the Russian girl smirking down at them. “Oh shit!” He hurriedly grabbed his clothes to
cover himself. Wait, he realized that Reze had already seen more than his chest. “Why are
you here?”
 “I thought you were grabbing something in the classroom.” That was a terrible lie, he knew.
She turned her gaze to Yoru, who gave her a wave. “I heard that you’re having trouble with
chemistry... I can help you with that.”

“Really?” She nodded. “Fuck yeah!” On the other hand, Denji knew it was something else
besides studying chemistry. Suddenly, they heard footsteps rapidly coming toward them.
When he realized it could be the security guard, Denji immediately put on his clothes and
stood up.

As expected, the old man in the blue shirt came around the corner and noticed three students
still in school. “Huh? I thought I heard moaning. He quickly apologized to the three before
walking away, not noticing their blushes.

Chapter End Notes

Now, I have set up all events involving Denji with various girls. Like Yuko and Shindi
in the next chapter, or Yoru, Asa and Reze maybe after.

I'm also planning to write a chapter where Denji doing all the senpais, but still have yet
to find a perfect time for that.

Also, CODMW3 was so fucking ass, the 2023 one. The campaign was easily the worst
of all COD ever. Even Cold War had a better plot.
 We Studying English With This One (Yuko, Shindi)
Chapter Summary

Oral sex, Rough sex, Little voyeruism, Lap sex

Chapter Notes

This is Shindi(Cindy)

https://www.reddit.com/r/Chainsawfolk/comments/11igayv/what_are_you_talking_abou
t_her_name_is/

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Guess what?”

“What!?”

Denji slapped his own hands with a big, gleeful grin on his face. In front of him was a
confused and blinking Yuko. “Shindi agreed to help us with English! That means we won’t
fail this goddamn subject!” Yuko’s face slowly lit up in happiness before she raised her arms.

“Yes!” To passersby, they seemed like two idiots crowing in a silly manner. Denji flipped off
the English book, with Yuko mumbling about her phone not being taken away from her.
However, Kusakabe, standing right near the door, was watching them with an unchanged
expression. This didn’t come to Denji’s notice.

Shindi and Yuko came to terms with each other and are now having a good relationship. The
ex-bully often gave Yuko something like food or lipsticks, though she didn’t show much
interest in all of that since Kusakabe would just secrete them if he ever found cosmetic
products on her table.

Denji knew Shindi’s home address, so he could take Yuko there; the only problem was that it
was pretty far away. Not only that, there would be some heavy rain tonight; luckily, Shindi
mentioned that she would let them stay at her house just for a night.

Plus, her parents aren’t home.

“So you will be staying at a friend’s house tonight?" The sudden arrival of Kusakabe caused
both of them to flinch. His eyeballs moved from Denji to Yuko as the girl waved a hand at
her brother with a blush while the boy remained silent, knowing that every word he uttered
would be denied. “To study English?”

“Uhm, yes! With Denji, too."His eyes narrowed at the mention of the blonde boy. It might
sound like he was a little bit too protective, but considering that he had heard about rumors of
Denji having intercourses with different girls, though it wasn’t confirmed nor denied, he still
worried about his sister.

To him, Yuko is fragile, an innocent girl who’s terrible at English, and he wouldn’t let
someone parasistic like Denji even lay a finger on his sister. But noticing that Yuko seemed
to be more relaxed whenever she was around Denji somewhat changed his view, though not
completely. “Tell your friend to let him sleep on the couch in the living room while you stay
in their room.”

“Onii-chan, why do you act like Denji is... having some lewd act toward me?"

“Because he is.”

“No…” Denji shook his head. “I’m not and will never have any.

“Shut up.”

“Okay…” Denji lowered his head, not daring to say a word toward Kusakabe anymore. Yuko
knew that her words wouldn’t change his view of Denji, so she stayed quiet and just patted
his hand to offer some comfort. A small smile tugged at his lips, and Yuko grinned at him.

Kusakabe looked like he didn’t see their little smiles and left the room while still eyeing
Denji with blank and emotionless eyes. His head was even visible partly from the door, and
then he fully left. The students blinked in confusion before a giggle ripped apart the awkward
silence. “He’s like that sometimes.”

“I’m aware…” It's a good thing that Kusakabe didn’t fully believe that Denji had about
twenty girls and just thought that it was a hoax. If he ever knew the truth, he wouldn't even be
standing near Yuko for at least a few kilometers. “So we should go home after school and
change clothes first before actually going to her house.”

“I was thinking the same!” Yuko snapped her fingers. She would be taking a PE class soon
and soon be drenched in sweat, so she would need to take a shower when she got home. Also,
she wondered what types of clothes she should choose. It would be cold tonight, so she might
need a coat.

Denji, on the other hand, would just don a simple t-shirt and jeans.

“I’ve been looking for you, Denji.” Shindi called out to him from the door and came to sit
down next to him, wrapping her hands around his elbow. Denji didn’t expect to see her here,
but it wouldn’t be a big deal. "So... what do you need help with? Grammar? Vocabulary? Or
phrasal verbs?”
“Everything!” Both Denji and Yuko said at the same time, which surprised Shindi since she
thought the girl at least knew some basic stuff instead of not knowing a single thing. Still, it
was manageable for her since they would have a lot of time for themselves. While Denji still
had his usual facial expression, Yuko looked ashamed of herself since she thought Shindi
would be thinking something bad about her, especially when she was Kusakabe’s sister.

“… Okay.” Shindi nodded, biting her lips. “Have you told her my address yet?” Yuko
answered with a nod and a thumbs up. Shindi, however, preferred the blonde girl not to be
there with them. Initially, she just wanted Denji to come over to her house to, you know, do
sexy stuff together. Yuko’s presence would just delay it indefinitely.

Denji wasn’t an obvious guy; he already knew Shindi’s intention. But for once, he prioritized
studying over having sex since his knowledge of English was the same as the Arctic’s
temperature. He even showed some level of annoyance when Princi showed signs of sexual
arousal. So, as a result, he intentionally brought Yuko over to cockblock himself.

You know, since she was quite an innocent girl who even blushed at random people kissing,
having her around would immediately de-hornify him. He has three days left before the
midterm exam comes, so he must make haste. “I’ll bring some snacks along the way."

“Hold on… Isn’t learning English our priority?” Yuko’s words sure fell to deaf ears as
Shindi’s smile beamed at the mention of the S-word.

“Great! I will prepare some ramen.”

“Guys…”

“At least it’s something better than fried chickens... I will bring some drinks too.”

“Sure!”

“…”

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“You will be staying at a friend’s house." Denji’s mother watched from the door of his room
while Denji was changing into his usual attire, which is just a plain white t-shirt and deep
blue jeans. A good sense of fashion is definitely something Denji doesn’t have; even his
hairstyle screamed, ‘You’re fucking poor’.

About his hair, should he grow it longer or cut it? His bangs almost covered his eyes already,
and it reminded him of a certain character in "Denji, are you listening?” Shinsei, annoyed,
scowled at her son, who had been staring at himself in the mirror for too long. “Also, when
did you care so much about your appearance?"If only you had gone to the dentist ten years
ago.

"Mom, I was scared!” She chuckled before walking to her son with a smile and placing her
hands on his shoulders, but Denji didn’t react to the physical touch. "Mom, am I good-
looking?” He had asked her this question so many times, and she would always give him the
same question.

“Of course, honey! You’re the most handsome boy in the whole world! Not even Asato
Tadanobu can compete with you!” Well, like usual, she would compare him to her favorite
actor in Japan, but she would always say that he was miles better than him in terms of look.
Still, Denji didn’t know it was a white lie or that she actually meant it. “Are you going on a
date with someone?”

“No… I’m not, mom!” Denji just combed his bangs forward and let them cover his forehead.
Due to his genes, his hair felt like it was all glued together, making it hard to change into
some fancy hairstyles he likes. I mean, he could have used some hair gel. “I’m going to a
friend’s house... I literally just mentioned that.”

“Is it a girl? The same girl that slept with you and totally didn’t do anything naughty in your
bed?”

“Mom, just stop.” She giggled and patted his shoulders, telling him that she was just joking.
Denji groaned before putting a pack of Coke into a bag and then readying his backpack. “I’m
going to stay at—I mean, my friend’s house.”

“Ah! Don’t think that you can fool me!” The mother almost heard the word. “A girl’s house;
oh, you’re going on a sleepover?” Although she was a little weirded out when she discovered
that Denji was going to a girl’s house and spending a night there, she knew that her boy
wouldn’t do anything lecherous toward them. Also, Santa mentioned that Denji was seen
hugging girls, so she couldn’t help but wonder if he was gay.

Doesn’t matter. She would support him regardless. “Okay mom…” Denji unexpectedly
leaned closer and whispered something into her eyes. “I hid the money behind that picture
over there.” Denji pointed at the picture, which showed a young Denji being hugged by his
mother. “Don’t let the old man know.”

He gave her a kiss on the forehead before grabbing his things and going out of the house. He
didn’t forgive her for saying a loud ‘Bye, mom’ while she was still standing there, looking at
the bed. She heard a loud click from the entrance. “Just how could my boy make so much
money?"

Later.

Denji was waiting in front of Yuko’s house, or rather, in front of Kusakabe instead. The
teacher was now standing right in front of the gate, looking down at Denji as if he were
trying to devour him alive. He could hear shouts from inside the house, knowing that it was
Yuko. "Ugh, want some coke?”
“No.”

“Okay.”

Kusakabe pushed his glasses before pointing at the door. “My sister, and you too,
unfortunately, are going to spend a night at a friend’s house. So whatever you do to Yuko, I
will do to you, ten times over.” Denji nodded, and questions began to pop up in his head.
What if-

"Oh, hey, Denji. Sorry for making you wait!” Yuko closed the door and hastily put on her
shoes. It seemed like Denji wasn’t alone in this world because Yuko also, unfortunately,
shared the same sense of fashion as his. She just had a simple blank shirt and light-colored
jeans, and that’s it. Oh, she also had a jacket with her because it’s damn cold out here.

“Remember.” Kusakabe whispered to him before turning to his sister and coaching her. Yuko
nodded uninterestedly at his advice. At that moment, Denji realized that it was cold—like
really cold here—but despite it, he still acted as if he were fine. “Just be careful. And you go
sleep on the couch.” Her brother pointed at Denji before going back to the house. Yuko just
shrugged her shoulders before urging him to move.

It would take them a while since Yuko’s house was farthest away from Shindi’s, but Denji
wasn’t the one to complain about the distance, more like the cold. “You know, he still had no
clue that we..." She sighed in disappointment and looked at him. “Health clinic…”

“Yeah… Sorry. I wasn't thinking straight.” Denji didn’t know why he was doing that. Was he
so desperate for sexual intimacy that he coerced a girl into doing that? Still, what’s important
is that Denji quickly realized that method was totally shit and immoral, so he quickly
abandoned that idea. “I’m sorry…”

“No.” She waved her hands with a blush. She wouldn’t say anything like ‘I enjoyed it” or
shite like that. Although Yuko didn’t want to say it, she was still somewhat mad about that,
probably humiliated. But considering that meeting him somehow fixed all of her problems,
such as the bully and a friend to talk with, “I don’t know what to say."

“Me neither…” And with that, the rest of the walk was pure silence. Denji and Yuko looked
in different directions, but for some reason, her hand managed to find his and firmly squeeze
it. Out of confusion, he turned to her, but she just looked away.

“It’s cold!” Yeah, Denji knew that. Even if she had another jacket, she would still feel the
chill. Her fragile body needed, like, ten layers of blankets in order to survive this cold
October. “Have you ever felt so lonely that you just wanted to kill everyone?”

“What?”

“What? I didn’t say that!” Denji’s eyes narrowed in suspense as she looked away. That
sentence she muttered was so out of place and straight up psychopathic, but still, he just
gaslighted himself into thinking that he misheard something and just shrugged it off. “I mean,
have you ever felt like you don’t belong to a certain group of people? Your humor doesn’t fit
them, or your style doesn’t appeal to them.
“That sounds like a weirdo... but are you that person?” Yuko nodded. Usually, she ate alone
in her classroom, with no friends to talk with, mainly because she was just like that. The main
reason was that her sense of humor was drastically different from anyone else because it
mainly consisted of edgy and dark memes.

For lack of a better word, she enjoyed... disturbing stuff, which might destroy the image of
the innocent-looking girl she is. “I like watching gory videos, or people being burned alive,
oh, and videos of bullies getting karma’d!” While she was rambling about her preference, she
noticed that Denji’s eyes were wide and his mouth was left hanging in shock. She realized
that she had almost shown her real personality. “Oh…”

“…” Denji had no comment about that. “You don’t have to hide it around me.” Denji
squeezed her hand and smiled. “You don’t have to act so innocent around me.” Suddenly, he
let go of her hand and held out his hand, telling her to be herself. “Come on, just... I don’t
know, scream or something.

“I HATE ENGLISH!" Without letting him even finish his sentence, Yuko stomped on the
ground before letting out a painfully loud scream. The sound of her scream attracted barks
from dogs and annoyed groans from people around the neighborhood. Even after her throat
turned sore, she still wanted to scream again. “I HAT-

“Okay okay! I get it!” When Denji said he wanted her to express her true self, he didn’t
expect that she would be like this. “Your character doesn’t reflect who you are inside; I
fucking get it!” Denji groaned and wiped his face in exhaustion before cackling with laughter.
“So you aren’t so naïve as you seem.”

“Hell yeah! You won’t believe it, but I like to watch porn." She giggled and puffed up her
chest. “I might be blunt, but I actually enjoyed that fingering you gave me.” She lightly fist-
pumped his chest with a grin. Since Denji told her to become herself whenever she was
around him, she decided to say her thoughts out loud. “And I like you."

Denji raised his eyebrows. “Uh huh?”

"as a friend..." Still, she couldn’t find herself making a confession to Denji since she was too
afraid—not because she would be terrible at relationships; she just feared losing her first ever
friend in high school. “You’re my best friend."

Denji blinks a few times before taking her hand with his. “We’re getting late. You must not
leave Shindi waiting.” Yuko let herself be dragged without protest and walked right behind
him. She didn’t know if it was better this way, but she was glad to have a friend like Denji.

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“The ramen is so fucking delicious!” Denji slurped the noddles with glee as the other two
girls quickly dug in along with him. They've been learning for two hours now, and it’s
currently 8 p.m. Not too late, but too late for dinner. They decided to make some spicy
noodles since they're fast and taste good, according to Shindi.

Denji prepared some Coke so the remenants of spices and smell could be washed away
easily. As expected, Shindi’s bedroom was warm, with a kotatsu right in the middle of her
room providing them heat. “Ah, I love warmth... Hell, even blankets would be just fine.”
Shindi was quite taken aback by Yuko’s sudden change in demand and tone, but judging how
Denji acted, she presumed it was normal.

“What did I do wrong? I clearly wrote, “I’m looking forward to meet you.” That’s correct!”
Denji showed Shindi the answer, which got a shake from her head. “I did wrong?”

“It must be “looking forward to meeting you”, not to meet you.” Denji nodded with wide
eyes. For all of his life, he thought that infinitive verbs always went behind ‘to’. Yuko
curiously watched from behind Denji, his hands wrapping around his neck and his chin on
top of his head. Shindi tried her best to ignore her envy and continued to give them both
some new formulas and tips.

"I, uh, need to pee." Yuko pointed at the door before walking to it and turning the knob, not
waiting for Shindi’s response. Denji certainly didn’t notice that his tutor stood up and
approached the door while he was tapping his pencil’s rubber on the paper. This kind of
question is hard since he had never encountered this one before, but someone placed their
hand right across the pages, and he looked up to see a grinning Shindi.

“Wait…” Denji noticed that Shindi had locked the door without him noticing. Immediately
realizing her intention, Denji pointed at the book and her unanswered questions. “Can we do
this later? I’m trying to study here." He put his hand on her forehead as a way to stop her
from approaching him, but that didn’t stop Shindi from wearing a cocky grin on her face.

“Come on!” She chuckled before sitting beside Denji, hands on his chest and his groin. “We
can do it later. We have all night!” As much as he likes to have sex, studying English still
comes first. Her insistence on having sex doesn’t change his mind one bit, and it starts to
become quite tiresome for him.

He heard a bang on the door and instantly knew that it was Yuko. “Well, studying continues.”
As soon as he stood up, much to Shindi’s disappointment, he was suddenly pinned down to
the floor, with Shindi now climbing on him and sitting on his chest. He wasn’t mad; he just
let out a sigh of relief. “We can do it after the midterm exam, plus Yuko is here.”

“I locked the door. What can she do? Climb through the windows?” Shindi sarcastically
chuckled before leaning down for a kiss, saying that Denji didn’t even give her back as
passionately as she did. His hands didn’t bother to touch her waist or boobs. Seeing the lack
of zeal in his kiss, Shindi grumbled and touched his crotch. With a soft hum, she seductively
caressed the area.
At first, Denji didn’t react to the sexual acts, but eventually, his eyes widened in shock when
he started to feel his erection getting bigger slowly. “Fuck…” Shindi giggled when she could
sense his bulge growing bigger through the jeans. It wasn’t an approval from Denji, but to
her, it was. Her fingers pulled down the zipper and unbuttoned his pants before pulling them
down.

“Just one round! Then we go back to studying." Shindi raised her index finger. Denji, with a
long, desperate sigh, nodded, and that was more than what Shindi wanted. As soon as Shindi
got his approval, she grabbed his underwear before pulling it down. His semi-flaccid penis
got released from its confinement, and Shindi gave it a light kiss at the tip with a smile. “I
just drank some coke, so you don’t have to worry about your cock smelling like ramen.”

“Yeah…” Denji just nodded as Shindi wrapped her lips around the glans of his cock, instantly
earning a cut-off moan from him. Denji knew that she might have learned some new tricks
from last week, judging how well her tongue licked on his shaft up to the tip. Not only that,
her hand also helped with the blowjob by lightly stroking his dick, making it harder for him
to suppress his moans.

Weirdly, none of them heard banging on the door anymore, which is strange because they
also didn’t hear Yuko’s voice, so most likely she went to the bathroom again or she might be
doing something else. Nonetheless, Shindi didn’t care at all and continued to work up her
mouth and tongue to sassify Denji.

Not long after, his member soon became erect and hard in her mouth, yet she still continued
to give him head. Her teeth rubbed on the shaft of his penis as she looked at him with
narrowed eyes. Denji knew she was smiling at him. She sometimes checked on his face to see
if he was enjoying it, and damn, he was.

Denji said one round, and Shindi accepted it, though she was disappointed because their fun
wouldn’t last long. To soften his dick further, she spat on the hard member before coating it
entirely in her saliva. Her head kept bobbing up and down, eyes closed, while his cock was
continuously being engulfed by Shindi, who teasingly lifted the hem of her blouse to give
him a view of her midriff and the small glimse of her bra.

A blush creeped up to his cheeks as her wet mouth pulled away from his cock, and she wiped
the drool off her lips. Denji sighed in defeat before taking off his t-shirt. Once he was fully
naked, Shindi also started to get undressed after him. She pulled down her shorts before
grabbing the hem of her blouse, lifting it up high enough for Denji to fully view her
underwear. “Just one round. Got it?” Denji asked her, and she hummed.

“Okay…” Denji couldn’t see her disappointed face due to her shirt. “Weird, that Yuko girl
just disappeared." She looked at the locked door, but that was a good thing for them, or for
her only. A breeze of wind hit their bare skin as she crawled toward Denji with her lower lip
bitten in a lusful way. The boy just cackled a half-smile before he wrapped his hands around
her waist and then began to kiss her. Shindi could feel hands groping her ass, and she just
grinned at him. “Naughty hands you have there.”

Weirdly, Denji raised his eyebrow before looking at his hands, which were always around her
waist instead of her bottom. "Uh, what do you mean?” Shindi’s grin turned into confusion
when she noticed that there were not two but four hands on her body. Two from Denji’s, and
the others from Yuko...

“What the?!” Shindi flinched and turned around to see the blonde girl lying on the floor while
swinging her legs in boredom. She had no idea how Yuko got inside; even Denji didn’t feel
her presence from behind Shindi. Once they looked around the room, Shindi immediately
realized that Yuko had entered the room through the windows. "Oh, hey, Yuko!”

“Doing it in the bedroom while locking me outside? How rude.” Yuko sighed with a defeated
face before pointing at them. “If you want to do it so much, just tell me, and I will leave.” At
this point, Shindi couldn’t tell if Yuko was always like this or if being sarcastic was her
personality. Denji, frozen in shock, quickly apologized.

"We uh…” Luckily, Shindi still had her underwear on, while Denji was naked from head to
toe. Yuko, however, just shook her head with a pout before standing up to lock the windows
and covering them with curtains. “What are you doing?” Shindi watched as the blonde girl
grabbed the half-naked girl’s clothes and threw them near the door.

Yuko sat down on the bed, sitting cross-legged while eyeing the two of them. “Locking me
outside so that you can have some private time with each other..." Her eyes darted to Shindi,
who grew more wary of the girl. Denji just sat on the floor while remaining silent; he knew
that she was being herself. “You are a bad girl, Shindi."

"I can explain."

“Denji, how would you punish a bad girl?” Yuko looked at Denji with a smile on her face.
Knowing that his friend loved the videos about karma and stuff like that, he presumed that
answers like ‘Punish her with rough sex while being watched’ would sassify the girl. So,
without a word, Denji tapped on Shindi’s thigh before whispering something to her. It was so
quiet that Yuko couldn’t hear anything, but she knew that Denji at least warned the girl before
getting into business.

Denji suddenly lifted Shindi up, earning a yelp from her, before laying her flat on the
mattress. Yuko flashed a big smile as she heard a click sound, and the bra was thrown out of
the bed. With a chuckle, Yuko laid down beside Shindi, whose pants were already removed
by Denji, as the boy attacked her with a barrage of kisses all over her body. Her pleading was
interrupted by his fierce, rough kisses, and hickey marks started to show up around her neck.

For the blowjob she just gave him minutes ago, Denji decided to repay her with some
pussycat licking. His nose desperately pressed against the gusset, feeling up the leaking juice,
which stained her crotch area. Yuko zipped down her jeans and pressed her fingers against
her pants, a blush painting her cheeks red, while Denji pulled down the underwear before
roughly engulfing her whole mound in his mouth.

Unlike every cunnilingus he had ever done, this one was more aggressive-like and fiercer.
Just to comply with Yuko’s wish and also to teach Shindi to control herself, Denji considered
this oral sex to be the first punishment for her. Shindi’s moans became louder and more
uncontrollable as his tongue began to explore her vagina, licking off every juice inside and
outside. Unfortunately, her moans were suppressed by Yuko, who had a hand on her mouth to
prevent her from making noises.

Pochita, after disabling the camera in Shindi’s room, just looked at Yuko with narrowed eyes.
‘Denji just keeps attracting crazy bitches.'

His lips made some smacking noise when he kissed on her clitoris, and as he spread her
folds, Denji continued his habit of licking, kissing, and slurping. He was fully aware that
Yuko was blocking her mouth so that no moans could escape, but that seemed like something
too rude to him. If you feel good, you moan so that your partner knows it. He heard Yuko’s
giggles as the girl turned her head to observe Denji, who pulled out a string to connect his
lips and Shindi’s folds. “Now, Denji! The main stuff.”

He grabbed Shindi’s legs and lightly pulled her until her ass was near the edge of the
mattress. Since Yuko wanted to see some dominance, he opted for something called
Missionary, which is basically a man on top and a woman lying on her back. Yuko
temporarily retracted her hand so that Shindi could express her pleasure in the upcoming
position. The glasses-wearing girl grinned in joy while pinching on the girl’s nipples as Denji
rubbed his cock against her pussycat and then inserted it in.

A long moan escaped from both Denji and Shindi while he tried to thrust his hips forward,
Yuko’s hands groping the girl’s boobs harder when Denji’s waist nearly touched Shindi’s ass.
As promised, her pussy also expanded to his size. Not long after, Denji started to thrust his
hips with greater speed, making Shindi scream out in ecstasy. His hands lifted her legs and
put them on his shoulders, squeezing her thighs with so much force that her skin turned red.

“Do you like being punished like this?” Yuko whispered to Shindi, who gritted her teeth
before dropping her head on the mattress, nodding with closed eyes. “How much do you
enjoy it?” She heard a weak response, but she knew that she was saying ‘a lot’. A sinister
smile appeared on her face as she lifted up her body so that Shindi could observe Denji
fucking her mercilessly.

His hands found their way to her cheeks before they traveled down to her neck and lightly
pressed on it. Rough sex was more about getting too aggressively physical, kind of like a
tuned-down masochism. Denji’s cock, no quarter given, furiously kissed her cervix with such
a strong force that Shindi had to close her eyes and endure the pain.

Still, Denji didn’t know if he was doing it right. Although Shindi said that she enjoyed that,
he had doubts about that. Yuko was grinning and whispering some dirty words to Shindi, who
obediently nodded before her head was turned to Denji again. A long, loud moan escaped
through the girl’s mouth, and he leaned down to silence her with a kiss, his fingers on her
neck relaxing, which ticked off Yuko.

“Hey, at least notice me!” She crawled toward him and angrily yelled at him like a child.
Without a word, Denji broke the kiss shortly before his lips found Yukos', and they began to
use their tongues. Shindi, with a quick complaint, wanted to join in. Denji had no choice but
to switch his focus to her again, but this angered Yuko, who said she wanted more.
Initially, Denji had to switch a lot, turning from Shindi to Yuko and vice versa. The more he
kissed them, the longer they wanted it to last. Then eventually, it became a three-way kiss,
with all of their tongues touching and dancing on each other. It was a crazy idea proposed by
Denji, and even though this weirded out Shindi and Yuko since both of them were girls and
they literally touched each other’s tits, they still agreed. While their mouths were getting
busy, Denji had already slid a hand into Yuko’s pants and started to rub her clitoral area.

A hot wave of breath hit his neck as his fingers flawlessly inserted themselves inside of her
cunt while Shindi was hogging all of his attention on herself. His thrust speed got
significantly slower, but the pleasure was still the same. He could feel her walls tighten
around his cock, making it more pleasurable for him. As for Yuko, she lifted up her shirt and
removed it, only a bra covering her bosom. Without any hint of hesitation, Denji broke the
kiss with Shindi and then kissed the skin of Yuko’s breasts.

Shindi didn’t get a second to protest as he increased his thrust speed once again, making her
mind go blank as his tip continued to hit her cervix with more force than needed. Meanwhile,
his fingers got more intense, and they began to wiggle faster in Yuko’s pussy; the girl
couldn’t do anything but moan in front of his mouth. Feeling that the glasses came between
them, he grabbed her glasses before throwing them at the end of the bed, where no one could
reach them.

"There is no reason for you to do that..." Yuko’s statement was paused by her moans.

“Yeah, that I know.” Denji mumbled before silencing her with a kiss as he gave Shindi one
final thrust, also getting a loud moan from her while he was pumping out cum into her
pussycat. The girl sat up and yearned for a kiss, and Denji immediately gave her one before
pulling out his cock. Both of the girls looked at Shindi’s pussycat, which was leaking a drop
of semen. The girl’s legs lightly twitched, and she moaned while feeling the warmth inside
her womb.

“Holy sh*t, dude. You could have at least warned..." Shindi looked at Denji with
disappointment and raised four fingers, signifying four times he busted a nut inside of her,
counting this one. Denji just gave her a quick apology before he immediately got into
business with Yuko, who was pinned down on the bed by him as his hands tried to unhook
her bra, and after that, he removed her pants and jeans in one swift move.

A deep blush burned Yuko from neck to cheek as she could feel his penis poking on her belly
while his hands roamed around her body. He complimented her body, saying some nice
things to her and inhaling her scent. He continued to do so until he was behind Yuko and sat
her on his lap, positioning his still-hard cock in front of her entrance. “But you, too, have
been a naughty girl.”

He slid his cock inside of her, earning a shriek from Yuko as she breathed heavily. A single
quick thrust effectively made her a woman instead of a girl; luckily, no blood leaked out of
her vagina. They just sat there, waiting for Yuko to be comfortable enough before she started
to bounce on his cock. Due to the nature of this position, it was up to the female rather than
the male. With each bounce she made, a groan or a moan would escape from her mouth.
Seeing how struggling she was, unlike how she acted just minutes ago, Denji’s hands cupped
her bottom and lifted up, and then he did all of the penetration by himself.
Shindi, having recovered from the orgasm, sat down right in front of Yuko before leaning
forward to kiss Denji, who eagerly replicated the kiss. The girls’ breasts squeezed against
each other as Denji deepened his kiss with Shindi, who wrapped her hands around both of
them. He broke the kiss and then turned Yuko’s head around to kiss her, making her not feel
sidelined in this intercourse. His hands rubbed her ribs with great zeal as his dick ravaged her
inside at a fast pace.

A great idea was formed in Shindi’s head, and she began to put her hands just right on the
blonde girl’s breasts before teasingly pinching her nipples. “Not so dominant now, isn’t it?”
Both of the girls chuckled before Denji’s hands traveled upward to have access to Yuko’s
mouth, inserting his fingers to feel her tongue. This is unlike the other intercourses Denji had;
this one is wilder, more primalistic, and more passionate in a sexual way.

Now, Shindi wouldn’t say that she was into girls, but for the humor Yuko had given her, she
thought it would be a good thing to do to suck on Yuko’s tits. She did that without a second
thought. “How the turntables..." Yuko hummed before kissing Denji again. It was quite ironic
that this happened to Shindi just a few minutes ago, and now it’s her receiving the
humiliation. Shindi sucked on Yuko’s nipples and fondled her modest-sized breasts. Denji
increased the pace before silencing Yuko with a deep kiss, which she immediately gave in to.

It was rather questionable how a simple sleepover to study English turned into this. Denji
didn’t complain, not at all. They could stay up late and study until midnight, and then they
could watch some cheesy movies or continue having sex because it’s Sunday tomorrow.

Denji felt an urge to cum again, but he didn’t tell anyone about that because he was so lost in
sexual bliss with them to even utter a word. Shindi leaned in for a kiss with him, and Yuko
turned around to join in with the kiss. Their tongues met with such great desire, and with one
final thrust, Denji shot a few loads inside of her pussycat. Shindi knew that he orgasmed just
by his hitched breaths. But as soon as he pulled out, a long stream of fluid leaked out of
Yuko’s pussycat, and it stained her mattress. "Ugh, that’s why you should warn."

“I’m sorry…” Denji gave her a kiss as an apology, and she accepted it. “I will clean it for
you." With a tired sigh, he plopped down on the bed. Unexpectedly, the girls also laid on the
bed on his sides, with Yuko on his right while Shindi was on his left. It’s really funny to him
that they were supposed to learn English, and now they literally just fucked each other’s
brains out. “We should really study."

“But I kind of want to do more." Shindi tapped on his chest, but he just pointed at the books
left on the desk. “Fine…”

“We can do it again later." Yuko put on her glasses and winked at Denji, who just sighed.
“Right, Denji?” She laid on top of him, her cheeks pressing on his lips.

“Yeah… But... let’s just hope that your brother never finds out about this." Kusakabe had no
idea that Denji wouldn’t be sleeping on the couch but rather on the bed with two of them for
tonight. The English teacher still believed that they were still learning English in an
organized manner, while the truth was far from that.
Chapter End Notes

I was planning to write a more wholesome sex scene and then I realized that Yuko was a
goddamn psychopath in the manga, like she straight up killed a neighbor and had some
disturbing thoughts. Also, I forgot that I tagged Denji/Himeno without knowing it.

Anyway, next up with be foursome between Denji/Reze/Asa/Yoru. Still, writing

bisexuality between girls isn't my strong point. I must practice more...

After that, it will be Hayakawa Akera (basically genderbent Aki)

 We Were Supposed to Study Chemistry...(Mitaka Asa, Yoru,
Reze)
Chapter Summary

Oral sex, Sideways Sex, Mating press

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“I’m just Ken!” This is one of the movies they have ever seen. The way Ryan Gosling, or
literally me, sang it with great passion, Denji and Shindi wiped a tear from their eyes and
admired the great acting of the talented actor. They really didn’t get to finish the movie two
weeks ago because they were too busy having sex. Yuko, on the other hand, blew a raspberry
and suggested they should watch some horrid movies instead.

It’s kind of ironic that Denji wanted to study English the most, and yet, while sitting in
Shindi’s bedroom, they helped her wash the mattress before turning on the TV. When Denji
said what purpose it would serve, Shindi just grinned and said it was breaktime then.

Like what? Their last session just ended a few minutes ago.

“It’s nice…” Yuko still found the movie enjoyable before resting her head on his shoulder,
though she still wanted to see ‘As the Gods Will’. She heard that it was quite gory and edgy,
which piqued her interest. Denji wrapped a blanket around all of them and brought the girls
closer to him to provide some heat. It’s cold outside.

Shindi checked the time on her phone, noticing that it was near 10 p.m. “The movie will end
in twenty minutes... After that, we will go back to studying."He heard an annoyed groan
from her before she lightly threw her phone behind them. She grabbed a handful of popcorn
and then chucked about half of them into her mouth. “I’m going to make some coffee for us."

“Count me out. I don’t like coffee.” Denji threw a piece of popcorn into his mouth while
fixing his eyes on the screen. Yuko tiredly said that she wanted one too, and that earned a nod
from Shindi. “You have Red Bull?” The freckle-faced girl nodded, and he gave her a grin
before holding her closer to him.

Like, almost out of jealousy, Yuko also tightened her hug around Denji’s side and mumbled
that she felt cold. Without a question or thought, Denji just let her cuddle him as much as she
wanted. “As much as I want to play, I think we should get back to studying right now.” Denji
mumbled before offering some popcorn to Yuko, who gladly munched on it.
Shindi huffed. “After this movie ends.” Just like that, they continued to watch the film, and
fifteen minutes later, the credits rolled. At that point, the popcorn had already run out, and
Shindi got up to make some coffee for her and Yuko, as well as some Red Bull for Denji.

As soon as the door closed, Denji felt a hand on his crotch and immediately tapped the girl
beside him with a tired look. “Can we do this tomorrow?” Yuko looked up at him with a
giggle before retracting her hands. He cackled a low laugh and then pressed his hands on her
back, bringing her to a kiss.

Yuko covered them in the thick blanket, and although none of their hands tried to undress
each other or even had any sexual intention, their passion could be said to feel the same.
“You said tomorrow, right?” Yuko giggled before noticing Denji’s sigh, and he nodded in
reluctance. “Promise?”

“I promise…” Shit, his eyes could barely open as wide as Shindi. It’s already past 10 at night,
and he just busted about 6-7 nuts in the span of one hour. It’s best to stay up late with some
Red Bull. At least he got some time to rest before having to go to the Mitakas’ house with
Reze to learn some chemistry.

"Hey, hey, hey!” Shindi laughed as she lifted up the blanket to see both of them getting a little
naughty behind that thick cover. “Doing that without me is a sin in this house.” She put a tray
of drinks on the table next to her bed before jumping on the soft mattress with them.
Although it felt very good to have two girls hugging him from two sides, it didn’t provide
warmth as much as the blanket.

“Tomorrow…” Denji groaned.

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“You look kind of tired, Denji." A drop of sweat appeared on Reze’s forehead as she noticed
Denji’s rather worn-out look. He didn’t look sleepy; he just seemed too lifeless, as if he were
drained by a vampire. He just kept staring at the drink set on the table, and his head bobbed
around like a zombie.

Currently, both of them were sitting in a coffee shop, where she first tried to kill him. Not
many customers—just a few businessmen pressing keyboards on their laptops and four more
girls—realized that Denji was in the same school as theirs. “Nothing… Mr! Two more Red
Bulls!”

“Denji, this is the third Red Bull you have had today!” Not three, but the fourth one already.
He drank one before leaving Shindi’s house. Plus, when he said that he would have
intercourse with them both, he forgot to say how many rounds. “Are you feeling ill today?”

“No… I’m fine, Reze. I just... stayed up late last night.” Denji yawned loudly, while Reze
carried a light frown on her face. She had no idea what he was doing last night and had no
intention to find out, as she thought it would have something to do with... pleasure. She heard
some whisperings behind her and turned around to see that group of girls mumbling
something about Denji if her ears didn’t deceive her.

As soon as one of the girls’ eyes caught Reze's, they all turned to each other again before
continuing their gossiping. “Do you know them, Denji-kun?” She pointed at the group of
girls, and Denji squinched his eyes before nodding. “Really? Are they your customers?”

“Only one, though. That black-haired one with a hoodie Denji only knew one, but the rest,
not so much. That hoodie-wearing girl was one of his usual customers, often ordering him to
snitch in some vapes into school, which is heavily against the rules. The rest were very weird,
too. There’s one girl who was wearing glasses and seemingly staring at him; one was the
same but blonde and reading a book, while the tallest one was sipping her coffee without a
care.

He didn’t really do anything to them, and they never got caught, so either they are gossiping
about Denji being an errand boy or something else. “Just ignore them. I’m here to relax with
you anyway.” Still, Reze was a bit nervous since their supposed peaceful morning was almost
ruined by their whisperings.

“It seems like you two are being too lovey-dovey in my coffee shop." The coffee owner
placed two bottles of Red Bull on the table with a sigh. Surprisingly, without a blush, both of
the students just waved their hands in denial before explaining that they were friends. “Oh, I
must have been mistaken. I apologize.”

Right after they said they weren’t a thing, the group went back to gossiping even louder. The
black-haired girl took a deep breath and then looked at her friends for advice. “Okay, as you
guys know, I've been single since the beginning of my life. and-

“Desperate enough to pick him as your boyfriend?” The blonde one said it with sarcasm,
earning a groan from the single girl, who slammed the table with little force. “Nah, just
kidding, a relationship between two idiots would be something interesting to see.”

“You motherfuc-

"I just don’t care about her. She just likes to tease you that much.” The taller one put a hand
on her friend’s shoulder with a chuckle before turning her gaze to Denji. Immediately, her
face darkened when she saw Denji. “But why the fuck would you choose that stinky ass guy?
He looks dumb as hell.”

“Because…” She couldn’t mutter a word. “Yeah, you’re right... I’m fucking desperate. I just
want to get laid. That got a long laugh from all of her three friends, and she flipped them all
off with gritted teeth, yet they were still lauging. “Fuck you all!” She sighed in exhaustion
before pointing at the blonde girl. “You still owe me 2500 yen.”
“I will pay.”

“When?” She didn’t answer.

“Miri.” The one in front of the black-haired girl, now known as Sugo Miri, spoke with a
serious tone. “Normally, I would have laughed at your face for days just because of this.”
That got an annoyed groan from Miri, but the girl pushed her glasses away before nodding.
“But since you’re my best friend, I will help you on this one.”

That fierce statement from the brown-haired girl got everyone’s eyes wide, and Miri nodded
in understanding before leaning closer. “Thank you… Alright, so what do you offer to teach
me? Be sexy like you." Her style was literally a hoodie and some jeans, unlike how elegant
her best friend’s style was. Since she was the only daughter of successful clothing designers,
it made sense that she inherited their traits.

“I believe you… that you will fail.”

“Shut the hell up, Barem!”

“They are really loud." Reze had to agree with Denji on this one. Most of all, they were
talking about him most as she heard one of them mumbling, ‘blonde boy’. Since Denji often
went around school to earn money by doing some errands, she suspected that they wanted to
ask him to do a job for them.

But this is Sunday; therefore, he had no obligation to do any of their tasks. Also, Denji was
about to go to the Mitakas’ house, so he would be busy all day. A loud ‘ting’ sound rang from
Denji’s phone, and Denji immediately suspected that it would either be Fumiko, but to his
surprise, it was from Akane. ‘Ugh, time to work?'

You

Can you try to postpone it?

I’m studying right now.
I can do it at midnight.

SAkane

They said it must be delivered before sunrise.

You have quite a bit of time.
Don’t worry.

“Hey there, dude!” He heard a voice from behind him; it belonged to a female. Reze lightly
frowned at the girl behind Denji, who just sighed. Despite having noticed their annoyance,
she sat down right beside Denji before sitting cross-legged. “Remember me?”
“You vape.” Denji answered bluntly, which caused her to change her expression from smirky
to a straight face. The group of friends, minus the black glasses-wearing one, laughed at the
failed first impression. The hoodie-wearing girl just took a deep breath and then extended out
her hand.

“I’m Sugo Miri, if you have yet to learn my name. I like running and playing piano.” That’s
some impressive hobbies, but her vaping in the school bathroom kind of stood out more than
those. Judging by her style and body language, no one would have a good first impression of
her. “You must be Denji.”

“Yeah…” He slurped his Red Bull while still eyeing her in suspicion, with Reze doing the
same. “Sorry, I don’t work on Sunday.” Miri just shook her head and waved her index finger
with a laugh. Denji and Reze both shared a look of confusion, wondering what she was doing
here if she didn’t need him to do something.

Miri eavesdropped on the conversation and found out that those two weren’t a thing, so it’s
the perfect opportunity for her to make a move, thus being one step closer to getting laid. “I
have found a really good place to hang out with you. Wanna come and see it?” Denji
narrowed his eyes in confusion, and Reze whispered that she was trying to ask him out.

To be fair, Miri had no idea what she was doing; she just followed what her best friend had
told her. Even though it sounded like a joke, Miri looked at her friend to see her still carrying
a serious, straight face. ‘Stick to the plan.'

“Why?”

“Because that place has a special discount for couples, so you and I will fake being one.”
Denji’s eyes slightly widened in surprise, but other than that, he just looked at Reze, who just
shook her head and said that she should find someone else other than him as he was about to
study again.

“Nah, I’m good. Not available now.” Denji waved his hand in denial and took a sip of his
Red Bull. As Miri tried to suggest again, he just held out his hand to stop her from talking.
“No amount of money can convince me to come with you. Sorry…” Miri’s mouth hung in
surprise at the quick refusal. She looked at her friend, who was about to grab some money in
order to convince Denji, but the two of them had already left the coffee shop.

Barem was the first to laugh at Miri’s fumble—the fact that she picked the wrong time and
couldn’t even convince Denji to go on a date with her. The blonde one sometimes chuckled,
but her main focus was the book she was reading. “That was some pathetic attempt of yours
there, Sugo!”

"Yeah, yeah, whatever... Barem.” Miri just groaned before going to her seat, hiding her
embarrassed face with a hood. It wouldn’t be something to be ashamed of if Denji didn’t
instantly reject her invitation, just right after she sat down. “Maybe I should find another
one."

“Denji’s that one type of boy who would willingly throw away his dignity just to earn some
cash. I’m sure no one other than him would agree to go out with you.”
“Shut up, four-eyed nerd!”

Miri’s best friend, strangely, remained silent, seemingly deep in thought. The hooded girl
took a bite of her already-cold steak. “What are you thinking? What should I eat for lunch?
Your personal cooks already got that covered.” The girl said nothing, took off her glasses,
and turned her attentive gaze to Sugo, whose eyebrow was slightly raised.

“Now that we know one thing, he’s unavailable on Sunday, which means that we can freely
use it the rest of the six days of the week, yes?” Sugo nodded, and then the girl tapped on her
10,000 yen, which was more than enough to order him to act like a dog for hours. At first,
Miri didn’t understand it, but soon realization hit.

“You’re saying he’ll become your

“Our.”

"Yeah, our personal..."

“Butler? More like so, still yes.” She saw how humiliated Sugo was when Denji rejected her
offer, so she decided to come up with a plan to appease her friend. Of course, best friends
always care for each other. Barem held her chin with a smirk, asking if “our” meant all of
them, and the girl nodded in confirmation.

“Sweet…” Sugo has now finally had a chance to get laid. She was beyond desperate. The
rich girl now could have some cheap, personal manservant. Barem and the blonde one had no
interest in this, but the taller one might call him if she ever had a problem. "But can we move
this after the midterm exam? I’m struggling to understand anything!”

“Also, did you know that a giant horse conch weighs over eleven pounds, or more than five
kilograms?” The one reading a book suddenly spoke out, earning some stares from her
friends, yet she still went back to reading the book, not caring about the looks they were
giving her.

“Were you saying horse coc?

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"Ah, you guys are here! I thought y’all got lost."Yoru chortled before waving her hands as an
inviting gesture. Denji and Reze took their shoes off before stepping right behind Yoru, who
closed the door and went to the living room. “We rest, then we study, got it?”
Reze nodded timidly before grabbing his hands and pulling him toward the living room,
where the older twin was watching TV on the couch. “Oh, where is Asa? I don’t see her
around here."Denji looked around and noticed that it was only him, the Russian, and Yoru in
the living room. The scarless one was missing.

“She went out to buy something; I don’t really care.” Yoru munched on her strawberries and
continued to surf some posts on her phone while lying flat on the couch. Denji and Reze,
though a little hesitant and awkward due to how carefree the girl acted, decided to sit on the
couch before turning on the TV.

Denji intentionally let Reze grab the remote first so that she could change to the channel she
liked to watch. At first, it was just goofy, cringy Japanese gameshows, but after a few
minutes of switching channels, they managed to find some really good shows.

It wasn’t anything related to chemistry, but Reze kind of wanted to watch some documentary
about animals; right now, it was something about sea creatures. “The giant horse conch
weighs over 11 pounds.” Everyone’s eyes, including Yoru, widened in confusion. Although
they were aware that it was some really big ass snail, it sounded really like a certain body part
exclusive to males, but horses.

“Why is this channel narrated instead of voiced by some Japanese?" Reze just shook her head
and tried to get the sentences out of her head. Yoru, however, jabbed his hand with her toes, a
big grin spreading her lips as she jerked to the TV. “How much is your weight?” Denji’s
facial expression changed from confusion to disgust. "No, no, I mean... How long is yours?”

That got his eyebrows raised, and he rubbed in thought. Oh yeah, some girls did say that his
size was quite big, but he really never measured it since that intention never crossed his mind.
“I don’t know. Maybe 14–16 centimeters, I think.” It was a little bit longer than average size
in Japan, and he was still in puberty.

Yoru pursed her lips in doubt, as did Reze. “You sure? ‘Cause that thing seems bigger than
you calculated." The Russian girl put her hands on her cheeks with a small smile as Denji
invincibly measured it. To be honest, he didn’t know how long he was, so he wouldn’t know
his erect size unless he pulled down his pants and immediately got hard.

“Take it off!” Yoru laughed at Denji and pointed at his pants. “I’ll go get a ruler.” As Yoru
tried to sit up from her seat, she was suddenly pushed down by Denji, who shook his head.
“Come on! You can put that in your bio, and girls will be all over you.”

“Nah, I’m lazy." Denji rested his neck on the sofa, sighing. He had just finished his session
with Shindi and Yuko before he went to the coffee shop to meet Reze. To deal with the
sleepiness, he had to drink about six bottles of Red Bull. Despite spending too much time
having sex, he still managed to learn quite a lot from Shindi. “And no, maybe it’s just slightly
above average size.”

Yoru’s face slumped down in disappointment, and she laid back on the couch and messed
around with her phone again. As she was watching some unfunny stuff on 2chan, her phone
suddenly notified her that someone was calling her. Upon seeing the name, Yoru sighed in
exhaustion. She tapped ‘accept’ and then brought it to her ear.
“Yes, mom…” Both Denji and Reze turned their attention to her with interest in their eyes.
She waved at them, pointing at the TV. "Yes, yes, I will be learning chemistry with some
friends I brought over. Do you mind if they want to stay for a bit longer?” She sat up,
nodding at her mother’s hum of approval from the other side.

They were surprised to see Yoru dropping her flirty side and now talking with her mother
with rather out-of-character words for her, such as saying “Asa-chan” with a weirdly sweet
tone, unlike how malicious and hateful she usually seemed. “Okay mom… What chicken?”
She slapped her forehead with a groan and sighed. "Well yes, mom. I forgot to take the
chicken out of the freezer.

That got a muffled laugh from them, which earned a scowl from Yoru before she nodded and
sighed as her mother began to scold her rather softly, unlike many Asian parents. “Yes,
mom… Bye, no, I am not going to say that to you!” Yoru knew that hanging up the phone
would mean a very long reproach from her, so she had to persuade her mother not to force
her to say that embarrassing sentence.

“Say it, Mitaka Yoru. Or else.” The scar-faced girl swallowed down her pride, forcefully
gripping the couch with immense anger, more like embarrassment. “Yoru?” Her mother
called out to her, saying things like she felt so betrayed by her daughter. Despite not turning
on the speaker, they could still hear the disappointment in her mom’s voice, and it got a
chuckle from Reze.

"I love you, mom.” She whispered quietly so that no one could hear what she said, but since
she didn't say anything from the other side, Yoru could still imagine her mother’s hand on her
hip with a shake of her head. The girl punched the sofa before turning away from them. “I
love you, mom!” Then, she made some ‘chu’ sound from her kiss, as if she were kissing her
mother’s cheek through the phone.

Both Denji and Reze looked at each other, giving a nod before bursting out laughing. Luckily,
her mother couldn’t hear their laughter and nodded with a happy smile. “I love you too,
honey. Oh, remember to take the chicken out, or we’ll starve for tonight.”

"Okay, bye, mom. Be safe.” With that, she hung up the phone and turned her gaze toward
them. “What? I have never seen a girl express her love to her mother! Still, their laughter
seemed not to show any sign of stopping, and they slapped each other’s knees while counting
to chortle until their faces went red. “Screw you all.”

“What!? No no!” Denji waved his hand and tried to calm his breath. “I say that nearly every
day to my mother, even in school, when she calls me. It’s just…” Denji shrugged his
shoulders. “I just never expected that someone like you would say that to your mother,
especially with that attitude.”

“Fuck you!”

“Like… Is she strict?” Reze asked.

Yoru shook her head. “No… I would say that she’s a bit overprotective and cares too much
for us.” Denji’s eyes darted around the living room, and he noticed something. There were
only pictures of the Mitaka twins and an older woman who he presumed was their mother,
but weirdly, no father could be seen from these pictures.

It’s kind of true; young Yoru without the scars looked exactly like Asa. Reze had to admit
that. “It might seem rude to ask, but who is your father?” The Russian girl wondered the
same question as Denji, who turned to Yoru. The older Mitaka just shrugged her shoulders
and turned off her phone.

“Don’t know. They divorced when we were just two months old. But from what I heard, he
had been having an affair at the time, so my mother just filed a divorce immediately and took
custody of us.” Also, her family name belonged to her mother instead of her father, and she
never had the urge to find out about her father’s side.

“That’s quite sad to hear.” Reze silently mumbled. Unfaithfulness in relationships, especially
in marriages, shouldn’t be something glorified and justified. No matter the reason, cheating is
cheating. Yoru just crossed her arms and nodded with a sign. Her mother, with the burden of
two children, had to single-handedly take care of both of them while having to go to work
since child support isn’t enough.

Denji stared at the TV, thinking about his family’s situation. Yeah, Yoru’s mother did the right
thing by divorcing that disloyal ex-husband of hers, but shouldn’t his mother do the same?
Like, this ain’t the old time where husbands can beat the shit out of their wives freely
anymore; his mother could just file a divorce and leave with him.

That's probably the best thing to do to escape the abuse, but after that, she would have
nowhere to go. Denji had never heard about her mother’s family for ages; most likely, they
were dead or disowned her. But living in the same house as his father, it’s better to live in the
streets. “Hey, sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t say it.” Yoru got up from her seat and went to the kitchen. “Like mom said, be like a
crab, ‘cause it tears off its wounded claw rather than holding to it.” It was quite something
deep, she said there. Yoru basically implied that sometimes it would hurt you more if you
tried to hold on to it. The Mitakas’ mother would be the father.

“I presume you’re thinking about writing about a divorce letter." Reze laid her head on his
lap with a small smile. Denji lied with a shake of his head and said that he was like that
because of bottles of Red Bull. In fact, he was considering writing one, but first, he should
find out about her mother’s side before ever doing so.

“Holy shit! Come here, Denji! I need your help!” Yoru called out to him from the kitchen; the
sound of an inox lid hitting the floor and rolling echoed into the living room. Denji gently
lifted Reze’s head and grabbed a pillow before laying her head on the soft cushion.

After that, he hastily ran to the kitchen. Upon reaching the room, he didn't see any sign of
Yoru there. “You there?” He heard no response and walked toward the lid on the floor. The
windows were closed, and there were no signs of someone breaking in, so that must be

“Got ya!” Yoru suddenly appeared right behind him and hugged him with enthusiasm, but
that nearly got him falling to the ground. At first glance, it seemed like a normal prank, but
further observation showed that her hand was on his crotch and she was smirking while
holding a ruler. “Now, let’s get it hard first, shall we?”

“The hell?!” She began to rub that exact area with such vulgarity. At this point, Denji already
knew that he wasn’t here to study chemistry with Reze and the Mitakas; he was here just to
sassify Yoru. “Can’t we just do this after the midterm exam?” Denji didn’t move, yell, or
even say anything to her; he just let out a tired exhale and turned around to face Yoru, who
shook her head with a big grin.

She teased him by rubbing her finger against his nipples through the shirt. She first wanted to
measure his fully erect penis before getting to the main part. Denji’s face began to heat up
from the cheeks, then down to his neck, and while his nipples began to become harder, so
slowly did his erection. “You like it, huh?” She chuckled and pulled the zipper down, taking
off his pants in the process before continuing to rub the bulge with elation.

Denji could feel tightness around his underwear as his penis was starting to grow larger as
blood began to rush downward to his inguinal area. The rod of meat twitched as its size
began to increase. Yoru’s hand naughtily wrapped around the shaft, feeling some warmth and,
strangely, wetness around his cock, but she seemed not to care about that. A disappointed
frown appeared on her face when she realized that it was still quite soft, meaning that he
wasn’t fully erect.

Reze, still in the living room, watching some channel about wild animals, had no idea what
was going on in the kitchen. Yoru’s breaths hit against his neck before she planted a soft kiss
right on it, whispering some dirty words to him as her hand gave the flaccid dick a few
strokes, gripping it with little force and pinching the tip. The pain somehow stimulated him,
making his dick seem harder. “You know, Fumiko sent me the video, and it was amazing!”

"Yeah, sure… wh-whatever…” He was interrupted by small moans when Yoru kissed his jaw
while her hand was playing with his penis and testicles, teasing them with her nails, and Yoru
seemingly licked his nape. She wasn’t desperate; she just tried to make things more erotic to
her preference. Denji’s quiet moans got giggles from her, and she rewarded him with more
tricks she learned from porn.

They both heard the door opening and closing, announcing the presence of Yoru’s sister, Asa,
who rubbed her arms and deeply inhaled. It was quite cold outside for her, like really cold.
“Huh? More shoes…?” There were two pairs that she didn’t recognize, and she thought they
belonged to Denji, and that girl Reze mentioned, wasn't it?

From the hallway, she couldn't see what was truly happening in the kitchen. When she
reached the living room, she unexpectedly saw Reze sitting and watching TV. The Russian
girl noticed the younger Mitaka’s arrival and waved a hand. She awkwardly waved back at
the girl. “Hello, uh, you must be Reze.”

“You’re correct. And you’re Mitaka Asa?” Both of them offered to shake hands. Asa had
heard about Reze before, about how her first arrival at school shook the school because she
wasn’t half Japanese like some in the school. “I heard that you have some problems with
chemistry; am I correct?”
“Ye-Yeah, I’m! Just…” Still, she was a bit surprised when Yoru came up to her and said that
someone would be helping them. “I’m just... shocked to see a person willing to help us.” She
rubbed the back of her head with a forced smile as the Russian girl just chuckled.

“Don’t sweat it. I also happened to teach Denji too, and I can handle tutoring three people at
the same time.” The mention of that boy’s name got Asa’s eyes wide. That boy, being
anywhere near her sister, specifically in her house, was basically deemed to fuck her. She was
aware that no one other than Reze was in the living room, so both of them must be getting
freaky in the bedroom.

“Ugh!” Asa groaned, gritting her teeth. “They better be using the condoms I hid under the
bed.” Not only that, that sentence got Reze confused, and the girl pointed in the direction of
the kitchen.

“What do you mean? They’re in the kitchen.” Immediately, Asa sprinted toward the room
and found, as expected, Denji and Yoru hugging and doing lewd things with each other. They
stopped kissing to notice the blushing younger Mitaka, who stared at Yoru in disgust while
her sister just clicked her tongue in annoyance.

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE? Mom would be mad if she ever found out about
this."

“I PREPARED TISSUES! I WILL CLEAN UP AFTERWARD!”

“THAT ONLY ERASED THE EVIDENCE, BUT NOT THE SLUTTY ACTS YOU HAVE
DONE IN THE KITCHEN!”

“YOU SAID WHO WAS SLUTTY!"

“YOU ARE!”

“Guys…” Denji was powerless to stop the two sisters from bickering and throwing insults at
each other. He knew that their relationship is like cats and dogs sometimes, so them acting
like this to each other isn’t something strange. Like, their mother witnessed this almost daily.
“It was my fault. I suggested having sex here.” Although it wasn’t him, Denji just wanted the
argument to end so as not to let it become a full-blown battle.

“SHUT UP!!” Both of them said it at the same time with a finger pointed at him before they
yelled at each other again. They ignored his presence and Reze’s arrival at the kitchen. The
Russian girl glanced down at his cock and whispered something to his ears, causing him to
blush.

“While they are busy squabbling, we can have fun of our own.” Reze said with a seductive
tone, tugging on his collar before pulling him to the living room, where they would have
some private time while the sisters were arguing. The Mitakas weren’t so attentive whenever
they got into a fight, so they didn’t really notice Denji when he left with Reze.

As soon as they reached the living room, Denji’s hands started to unbutton her white shirt
while she kissed her fiercely. Reze gently placed one hand on his cheek as Denji deepened
the kiss. He gently laid her on the sofa, putting that annoying pillow that got in their way
before he resumed kissing her with passion.

He wasn’t quite hard yet, but that allowed them to do some foreplay. Starting with her
collarbone, he sniffed, kissed, and sucked on the skin, while Reze just moaned with her legs
around his hips, trying to press his body against her skinny one. It’s such a different
experience from having sex at Santa’s house since they were now doing it right behind their
backs while Santa was in front of them back then.

The bickering still continued, yet they paid no mind to it. Denji pressed his nose against her
chest as his hand traveled down to her ass and pulled down the zipper, then her shorts.
Impressively, all of this was done while Denji was tonguing her. Reze’s eyes closed as Denji
shifted his body before lying beside her; despite that, they didn’t bother to separate their lips.
Since the sofa wasn’t too large, Reze was right at the edge of the seat, but Denji wrapped his
hands around her waist and thigh so she wouldn’t fall off the couch.

His chest was pressed against her back, and the kissing finally ended once Denji jabbed his
dick against her pussy, getting a whimper from Reze. He, as loving as he ever was, planted a
kiss on her cheek before informing her that he was about to penetrate her. “It’s not like the
first time we have done this, Denji.” She tapped his nose, and in response, Denji just cracked
a grin before inserting his cock inside of her. The sharp pain almost got a moan from her; to
silence it, she covered her mouth so as not to alert the sisters.

Due to how hard his cock was, he had some difficulty thrusting deeper inside of her; even
with some juice acting as lubricant, it was still quite a hassle for them. Through patience, he
eventually touched the deepest part of her vagina. As soon as his tip kissed her cervix, Denji
deeply kissed her to suppress the moans, and she put her hand around his back as he thrust
his hips.

“It seems like we have a pattern or some sort. We both have sex in someone else’s house.”
Denji just grinned before kissing her neck. It’s weird because that one time she went over to
his house, they didn’t really do anything. And whenever they went to houses, they had sex.
Putting that silly thought aside, Denji’s main focus was one Reze, whose moans quietly
mixed with Denji.

Their body temperature rose as the tension of the intercourse increased in terms of primality.
Denji and Reze were so lost in their sexual bliss that they didn’t even notice that the
bickering had stopped, but as long as they didn’t notice it, they wouldn’t bother to stop their
act. His hands roamed around her body, touching and exploring all inches of her skin, while
her tongue danced with his, twirling against each other by the tip.

One of his hands massaged her in the inner thigh before he lifted her leg up, giving him more
space and comfort to thrust his hips. He might not notice, but he was already rock hard,
essentially meaning that he just penetrated her. But that seemed to please Reze rather than
hurt her. The way she giggled, laughed, and kissed him all suggested that she loved it.

Denji licked on her breasts and down to her nipples, lightly nipping and biting on the already
hard beak of flesh. Reze bit her lips, holding his chin before tilting it up so that she could
have access to his lips. Reze would never mention that she liked to kiss, but she would never
reveal her ‘weakness’ to him.

Her walls tightened around his cock, trying to squeeze it from all sizes to get him cum soon.
The feeling, though not the first time for him, was beyond indescribable. Every intercourse
was as good as, and every girl was all beautiful to him. It was both a blessing and a curse for
him; he would get to have sex but also have to get his body drained.

With one final thrust, he shot a load inside of her, not giving a shit about condoms since they
were too busy fucking each other’s brains out to care about that piece of rubber. Their kiss
deepened even further as Reze felt something thick slowly dripping out of her womb. After
they broke that sloppy kiss, Denji rubbed her hair while she looked at him with a smile.

As lovely as the scene was, Yoru cleared her throat. “You know it’s rude to have sex in
someone’s home, right?" Instinctively, both of them turned to the source of the voice and saw
the twin sisters already staring at them. They had been standing there for three minutes, and
they weren’t noticed by Denji. Asa shyly closed her eyes and nodded along with Yoru, who
now wore a grin. "But... it’s even ruder to not invite me.”

“Whatever…” Denji sighed and kissed Reze on the lips before telling her to get off the
couch. That she did without hesitation. With a long exhale, Denji groggily sat up and eyed
the sisters. “But after this, we will study, got it?” Denji pointed at Yoru, who nodded before
beginning to undress herself. For Asa, on the other hand, she just crossed her arms and
looked away.

Yoru noticed that and tapped her sister in the arm, earning a grunt from Asa. Unexpectedly,
Yoru put hands on her shoulders and turned her into a naked Denji. “I know that you want to
try doing that again, but you act like you despise sex. Deep down…” Yoru smirked and
patted her shoulder. “You want it... So don’t betray yourself.”

“Wh-What?! There’s no way I will ever let him touch me! That one time in the men’s room
didn’t count! Didn’t count!” Asa waved her hands profusely, and Yoru did nothing but step
toward Denji with her lower lip bit, revealing her lusful intention behind that face of hers.
Asa watched with a deep blush as her sister’s hands wandered around his naked body,
stroking that already soft dick. “Mom can be home at any moment!”

“May I ask where’s the bathroom?” Reze tapped Asa’s shoulder, and the black-haired girl just
annoyedly pointed in the direction the girl needed to go. Before Reze took a step, she leaned
toward Asa before whispering. “I have noticed that you are acting quite strange.” Within a
heartbeat, Reze’s ear was laid flat against the girl’s chest, and Asa almost recoiled back in
surprise, a blush painting her face deep red as Reze nodded in confirmation. “Your heart’s
beating like crazy. Are you sure you aren’t interested in him?”

“What?! No way, I will."Asa’s voice abruptly dropped, and she began to massage her wrist
in embarrassment before hiding her face to cover up her blush. “Oh god… I shouldn’t have
watched the videos Yoru watched. Yoru grinned at Asa when she finally got her sister to
admit that she was horny, but just like every time, she would just bite her tongue and say that
sex was disgusting. Nonetheless, it was wiped off her face when Denji hungrily brushed his
lips against hers.
Reze just smiled at her before patting the girl on the shoulder with care. “Don’t worry, I’m
sure he will agree.” Reze turned her gaze to Denji, who had his thumb raised in agreement
while eating Yoru out. “Excuse me, I must... push out the semen in the bathroom." Reze
awkwardly walked down the hallway, while Asa was standing right in front of the sofa,
watching them make out. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes before throwing away her
dignity and then pointing at them both.

“Yeah, I like to have sex! I admit it! So what now, Yoru?"Instead of getting a grin from her
sister, she didn’t expect to get some weird looks from both of them. Denji looked baffled,
while Yoru’s facial expression kept its seriousness. Asa, being weirded out by the
unanticipated outcome, raised her eyebrow. “What?”

“I already know that.” Yoru sighed, a finger pointing at the younger sister and spinning in a
circle. “It wouldn’t be a big surprise for me when you admitted that.” The scar-faced girl
pushed Denji’s head by the back, his tongue digging deeper into her lady parts and licking
every corner of that fleshy tunnel. Yoru let out a long, sastifying moan and complimented
him with ‘good boy’ or shits like that; meanwhile, Asa just stared at Yoru in disbelief.

Asa dumbly sat down right on the sofa, and Yoru immediately gripped her sister’s hand with
gritted teeth as Denji’s tongue flicked the clitoris of hers, slurping and kissing on that bead of
flesh. “But why the hell do you like sex that much? Like, isn’t this... your second ti-

“Third.”

“Okay, third time doing this, but why are you obsessed with it? The aftemath is always
messy, and you will be drenched in saliva and... semen!” Yoru clicked her tongue, mumbling
something about Asa being too much like her mother. Both of them were too focused on their
own work and stuff to even think about having fun. No wonder Asa was deemed boring by
her classmates.

“It’s cool.” Denji gulped and looked at Asa, who flinched in disgust as Denji licked off the
juice coating around his fingertips. Yoru nodded in agreement before dragging Asa’s hand to
Denji, who grabbed it and gave her a soft kiss at the back of her hand. Although she was
flattered by his gentlemanly manner, her opinion about him, especially that pussycat licking,
still didn’t change much about him.

As much as Yoru wanted to get into the penetration part, she decided to give the honor to Asa
instead. A smirk spread across her lips when she climbed on his back, nipping his neck and
telling him to do Asa first, then her second. Denji nodded, but to try to impress Asa, he had
an idea.

He gave her another peck on the back of her hand, then on her wrist. Asa watched as Denji
began to travel up from her wrist to her elbow, kissing on the uncovered skin. As he reached
up to the sleeves, instead of just rolling them up so that he could have access to her shoulder,
Denji straight up went for her neck and nipped on the skin, immediately getting a yelp from
her.

She was caught off guard, since she thought that it was a cheap trick of his to appease her so
that he could easily get into her pants, but whether he used it or not, she would let him do it
anyway. As his tongue was licking on her jawline and he began to shift his weight,
effectively pinning her to the sofa, his hand slid against the fabric of her shirt before it
touched her breast and groped on it.

Yoru, from behind him, whispered all the naughty stuff Asa had ever done whenever she
wasn’t around. Like that one time she squeezed her own pillow between her thighs while
watching a porn video. Denji’s eyes perked up with interest, and he began to fulfill Asa’s
fantasy by approaching rather slowly. Asa’s shaky breath hit against his hair as his mouth
traveled down to her chest, inhaling some of the scent before brushing his lips against her
breasts through the shirt.

One by one, her buttons covering her torso were slowly being undone by Denji, who, once he
had taken off her shirt and threw it aside, immediately unhooked her white bra before
engulfing her entire pink nipple in his mouth. He sucked on her tits, massaging the underside
of her breasts as her skin started to turn red due to her rising temperature. Yoru loved to see
her sister admitting the truth, so it was sassifying to see her moaning and begging Denji to
give her more.

Reze, who came back with a dirty tissue she used to clean her groin, walked toward the
intercourse happening on the sofa. Asa could only watch as Denji’s breaths hit against her
sternum, then he fixed his position before stroking his dick to get it ready. “Wait, we’re doing
it right now?”

“Yeah…” Asa’s blush grew redder as Denji’s hands unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them
down. When Asa was semi-nuded, only her underwear was the last piece of clothing. Yoru’s
fingers tapped against his chest and persuaded him to ravage her. Reze, on the other hand,
told him to be gentle since Asa was still new when it came to things like this. Denji, being
more familiar with the Russian girl, agreed to do the latter.

Denji’s finger pinched the gussets and pulled them aside until he got a full glimpse of her
womanhood, along with some pubic hair. "No, no, no! Do not ever lick my vagina!” Asa
pressed her hand against his forehead to stop him from licking her cheek. To her, oral sex is
nothing but a dirty act. The thought of licking, where urine comes out, disgusts her.

Denji also thought the same—not the urine stuff, but he had just given Yoru a good
cunnilingus just minutes ago. He shrugged his shoulders before grabbing his cock and
rubbing it against her folds. From behind, Yoru wore a disappointed scowl, sat on the sofa,
and just observed. Asa’s legs lightly convulsed when Denji’s glans entered her hole,
expanding it larger as he thrust his hips. Denji hastily wrapped his hands around her back,
and with a long moan, he managed to reach the cervix.

Reze watched with a silly smile on her face as Denji began to move his hips at a steady pace.
She could see how the black-haired girl’s toes curled in pleasure while the boy continuously
shoved his dickey in and out, making Asa moan with every single one of his hard thrusts.
This was unlike what they did in the men’s room; this one, right now, she could feel more
sassifaction.

Denji’s hand thumbed her hard nipples, and he leaned down to nip on her bare shoulder. Asa,
surprisingly, returned the favor by sucking on his neck with her hands gripping his biceps.
Yoru watched with glee while her fingers massaged her clitoris with a big grin on her face.
Reze continued to watch while Denji’s dick was ravaging Asa’s cunt.

Asa cursed herself for not bringing the condoms, which were left in her room. And the
thought of having a baby repulses her. “Hey, make sure to pull out, got it?” Asa lightly
slapped him in the cheek, and Denji assured her with nods before kissing her neck. “Hey, you
really got it?” Denji grunted before silencing her annoying mouth with fierce kisses, and Asa,
without a protest, melted in his embrace.

Denji’s cock furiously kissed her cervix, his waist touching her mound as his mouth got
naughty with Asa’s. Their tongues, full of lust, danced against each other while his hands
roamed around her body, exploring and finding the strengths and flaws of her figure. Her
breasts weren’t too impressive; they were average-sized, like girls in his school, but her butt
was magnificent to feel. “Hey, I also have a bottom as big as hers!” Yoru slapped him in the
ass with a groan.

That got a chuckle from Reze. Denji ignored the childish protest from the older Mitaka and
continued to focus on Asa, or... ‘Assa’. He began to feel weight in his groin, knowing that he
was close to orgasm, but since Asa told him to pull out instead of letting him cum inside,
Denji, with a sigh of defeat, withdrew his cock and started to stroke it.

Asa’s eyes narrowed in confusion before she heard his quiet moans and sat up to see him
busting a nut right on the couch. “What are you doing?" She angrily yelled and hit him in the
arm, looking at the now-stained sofa. Denji confusedly looked at her before explaining that
he pulled out, as she said. "Yeah, that! But you can’t just spray your fluid right on the sofa!”

“I have some tissue." Reze gave him the papers, and he immediately cleaned up the mess he
made in the cushions. Yoru just said that it was okay, while Asa angrily huffed with her arms
crossed. As much as she had fun enjoying that fucking he gave, she still felt somewhat guilty,
cursing herself for letting her impulse take over her mind.

Unfortunately for Yoru, instead of Denji moving on to fuck her, they all heard a click from
the entrance, loudly signifying the only one the Mitakas wanted to see the least. “I’m home!
Yoru, did you take out the chicken!?” Their suspicion was confirmed true when their
mother’s shoes hit the floor.

“Fuck!” Yoru hastily grabbed her pants before putting them on messily, missing the trouser
leg due to clumsiness. Reze was naked from head to toe, as was Denji, so they would have to
make haste and try to find all of their pieces of clothing. Asa just needed to put on her shirt
and jeans, and she was done. Yoru threw Reze’s bra to the Russian girl, and Denji helped her
put on the shorts.

The footsteps grew louder and louder until she reached the living room to see all four of them
watching the TV with funny faces and blushes. Despite having little time, they managed to
get into positions, though their faces tried not to burst out laughing. Mrs. Mitaka noticed the
visitors and came up to him.

“Are you two of my daughters’ friends?” She offered a handshake to Reze first, then to him
after the girl timidly answered the greeting. Denji shyly nodded and firmly shook the
 mother’s hand, and she commented something about him being quite handsome, but that,
however, got some frowns from the Mitaka sisters. Then she turned her attention to Yoru.
“Did you…”

"Yes, yes, mom. I did.” Mrs. Mitaka nodded with a smile before going to the kitchen to get
something for her guests. Asa still remained silent throughout the whole conversation, and
when her mother left the room, she immediately hit him in the chest. Yoru pointed at him
with gritted teeth. “Don’t ever have that thought.”

“Your mom is nic-

“Shut up!”

Chapter End Notes

The four girls at the coffee shop were the hybrids. The one wearing glasses is Whip and
the blonde one is Spear. I still don't know when I will write them, but I eventually will.
Futacock, just give me the names!!

Asa's mom, though, I'm kinda hesitant to write a chapter about her. On one hand, I said
'All girls', but since Denji already fucked Asa and Yoru already, it would make her
chapter seem like filler. But if you guys want, I will write one.

Well, it didn't really involve any bisexuality between the girls, but eventually, I will get
into that. Also, since Yoru had two chapters of her fucking Denji already, so I didn't
focus on her much in this chapter

Next chapter will be Hayakawa Akera

Also, the fight between Sukuna and Mahogara was peak. A shame that animators were
mentally abused while producing such great cinematic scenes
 An Outercourse With a Homeroom Teacher (Female Hayakawa
Aki)
Chapter Summary

No penetration, What is having sex beside a sleeping person called?

Chapter Notes

Aki's name is Akera.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Keep it erect. Almost there." Yoru poked her tongue out in concentration as she placed a
ruler directly on his hard dick. Denji gritted his teeth as he felt the incredible itching feeling
when he tried to maintain his erection a little bit longer. Since his penis was slightly tilted to
the left side, it was a little tricky to measure it correctly. “Aha, it's... wow, 7.6 inches."

“Huh… I never knew it was that big.” Denji just shrugged his shoulders before sitting and
relaxing his body to let his erection die down. As he sat down on the sisters’ bed, which was
a bunk one, he turned to his right to see both Asa and Reze studying chess, seemingly not
caring about what he was doing with Yoru, who was just messing around instead of taking
out her books. “Do what you want, Yoru. I’m studying.”

She didn’t answer him; she just giggled at the video Fumiko sent her, which turned out to be
the newly pornographic video they made in school. To give herself some privacy, Yoru
climbed onto the unoccupied taller bed and began to take off her pants, throwing them down
the floor. Asa sighed in tiredness. “Hey, don’t masturbate in my bed!”

“People sometimes have to relieve themselves... but I still agree; studying comes first.” Reze
chuckled.

“Just not for me.” Yoru said it with sarcasm. Denji just grinned. As the three of them were
trying to solve some random questions, Yoru unexpectedly jumped down from the bed and
grabbed her dropped pants on the floor. She was so in haste that she didn’t even have time to
properly put on her pants. Her facial expression was showing fear, and she desperately zipped
up her pants before the door opened.

“I brought some apples!” Mrs. Mitaka announced her presence with a big, bright smile on her
face, her hands carrying a few slices of apples. Yoru strangely stood near the bed, greeting
her mom with a wave of her hand. “Yoru, what... are you doing?”
“Nothing!” She shook her head with a forced smile before doing jumping jacks. “I was
exercising! Good for health.” Although she was a little suspicious about her daughter’s odd
behaviors, such as how her underwear was partially seen, aside from that, she still smiled at
her oldest daughter before coming toward them with a smile.

“Thank you, Mrs. Mitaka!” Both Denji and Reze politely expressed their gratitude to the
mother, who waved her hand in flattery. It’s quite a surprise for her to have guests, especially
her daughters’ ages and a boy too, in their room. Normally, Yoru would fiercely defend her
territory, or in this case, her bed and personal stuff, but seeing that Denji was now sitting on
her bed, she guessed that they were quite close.

"How long do you two intend to stay-

“Okay, mom. Thank you very much for the apples! Bye!” Yoru pushed her, my mother, and
comically closed the door, locking it, before sighing in relief. She could hear the utterly
confused hum from the other side, and then footsteps. Presuming that her mother was
probably going to her own room or the kitchen, Yoru turned around, facing Denji with a
seductive smile. “Also, it’s now my turn, isn’t it?”

‘Fuck…’ Denji closed his eyes and accepted his fate, but to his surprise, he heard some
clothes ruffling before feeling someone’s shirt fall on his hand. Slowly turning his head to his
right, he saw a smiling Reze with no shirt on and only a bra covering her breasts. Double
fuck…

“Wait wait!” Asa’s protest was proven useless, as Denji just wrapped a hand around the
Russian’s girl and waisted before their lips slammed against each other. Yoru, from behind,
grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, showing his naked torso before his hand
traveled to the scar-faced girl’s breast. “Guys! Come on! Reze, you were literally teaching
me!”

“Oh…” Reze raised her eyebrows, but then she just poked her tongue, shrugging her
shoulders, before Denji pinned her down and silenced her kisses. The black-haired girl just
watched hoplessly as she was sitting on her bed, booksright at her lap, while having to watch
her sister make out with a blonde boy and a Russian girl. Ever since their arrival, they have
just fucked instead of studying.

‘I hate my life.'

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It’s already near 11 p.m., and all of them, save for Denji, were all sleeping peacefully on the
bed. Denji was sitting on the bed, thinking about life and other meaningful stuff he could
have done instead of succumbing to lust and desires. Two sleepovers, two opportunities to
become better at subjects he despised—boom, gone. Well, at least he did have some basic
grasp on those subjects.

SAkane

Meet me at the usual

If you’re fast enough,
You will finish the job in less than 30 minutes.
Then you can...
Stay at my house for a night.

Denji stared at the messages sent by Akane and sighed in weariness. In the span of 24 hours,
he spent at least ¼ of that duration just having intercourses. He wouldn’t say this, but he was
tired—no, more like bored of it. Yeah, one or two rounds a day sounds cool, but overtime, it
became too repetitive and boring to him. So, Denji politely declined her offer.

You

Thank you, but my mom is waiting for me at home.

He could see three dots appearing and disappearing. Akane intended to persuade him to come
over to her house, but knowing that family comes first, she dropped that thought and said that
it was okay and he should go right now. Reze should stay here since, at night, dangers could
lurk around the alleys, such as perverts or stalkers. Reze didn’t have to go to school
tomorrow because of midterm exams.

Denji grabbed his things and bag and turned the knob on the door. A shudder ran across his
body when he heard some shuffling on the bed, but luckily, it was because of a sleeping Yoru,
who unknowingly frowned when she didn’t feel his presence near the bed. Without saying a
word, Denji quietly closed the door and walked down the stairs.

Upon reaching the first floor, he unexpectedly met Mrs. Mitaka sitting on the couch,
watching TV with a blank expression. He found it weird because it was already near
midnight and there weren’t any interesting channels to watch. Despite being as silent and
stealthy as he could, she still sensed his stare on her and turned to the stairs, her eyes slightly
widening as she saw Denji. “Oh… Denji, you’re leaving. I mean, you could stay for the
night.”
“Uhm.” Denji waved his hand. “I have some business to do, and also a midterm exam
tomorrow too.” She nodded in understanding with a smile before oddly moving to the left,
creating more space. She patted on the empty spot without taking her eyes off the screen.
Denji took that as a request for him to sit down beside her, and that he did without a question.

“You know, it’s quite rare for me to see Asa getting along with someone since... the Crambon
incident.” Speak of the devil, the cat suddenly hopped on the mother’s lap, purring softly as
she rubbed his head. Denji wouldn’t say that he and Asa were on good terms; they were more
like mutual friends who knew each other through Yoru, but still, Denji was on good terms
with her. Mrs. Mitaka dumbfoundedly stared at the screem showing a lioness licking her
cubs, which tried to claw and nip each other in a harmless manner.

Denji wasn’t quite the talkative one, especially when it came to things like family and serious
stuff. "You mentioned that you divorced your husband when you found out that he was
cheating." She nodded with a small smile. Despite not having a father figure in their lives,
Asa and Yoru both grew up normally and had an ordinary life, except for some questionable
stuff she did at school. For that, he respected her. “You’re really a good mom.”

“Oh! You smooth talker!” She laughed and hit him in the arm. Denji just cracked a small
smile as Mrs. Mitaka wiped the stray tear from her eyes.

“No really… You essentially become a father and mother figure to them. It’s a good thing."It
was hard at first because not only did she have to take care of two newborns, she also had to
work in order to earn money. For the most part, her mother would take care of the sisters, and
that ended when they reached five. Denji continued to listen to her story with attention, not
giving a single glance at his phone to see the time.

She talked a lot, like a lot. She rambled about that one time when Asa accidentally peed in
grade school, and to cover that up, she said that it was sweats. Or that one time when Yoru
got into a brutal fight with a bully twice her size to get Crambon back, who was just several
months old back then. She had a lot of interesting stories to tell, but it would take the whole
night to listen to half of them.

Denji, however, wondered a lot. “Do you think that... having one good parent is better than
having a good parent and one bad one?” Denji had his hand on his chin, and Mrs. Mitaka just
exhaled in exhaustion before nodding in confirmation. “But they can change, right? Bad can
become good.” He naively thought that people could change for the better, just like his
mother.

“I tried to say that to myself sometimes, kid... Before I got married to my ex-husband, I had
received warnings from my friends about him. A lot, actually.” Every time she mentioned her
disloyal ex-husband, she couldn’t help but sighed in anger before calming herself. “Just like
every time, I just told them, ‘I’m sure he will change and behave better when I give birth to
the twins.’ But... reality is often disappointing, isn’t it?”

It turns out it didn’t, not one bit. When Asa and Yoru had their first birth cry, she waited and
waited, but her husband never came. It was later revealed that he was too busy copulating
with a prostitute in some random hotel while his wife was going through labor. Only his
mother and her family’s side came to visit her. At that point, her patience had reached its
limit, and she immediately filed for divorce and left with the kids.

Denji blinked and nodded. “My mother also thinks the same as you. She believes that, deep
down in my old man’s heart, there is some goodness in it. Despite being heavily sick and
weak, he didn’t even hold back whenever he got drunk. Years later, and she still holds those
stupid thoughts because... she thought movies could be like real life." She said nothing and
just placed a hand on his, and Denji just glanced at the TV. “I’m not sure if she was afraid of
him to even think of escaping, or is she that stupid?”

As mentioned, Denji had never heard anything about her mother’s side, so most likely they
disowned her because she married a man like his father. But that raised more questions: how
did they meet? Was his father any better before he got abusive? Did his true nature reveal
itself when she got his name? Denji just exhaled in defeat before rambling about his mother.
She even said that the birth of Denji would heal their damaged relationship, but that clearly
didn’t work out.

Unlike Mrs. Asa, Denji’s mother never seemed to learn that certain people wouldn’t ever
change their views or opinions, like his father, whose abusive side would never be
vanquished, and it would only grow bigger as she grows weaker. But since she had nowhere
to go and she didn’t want Denji to suffer any of his violent behaviors, she just stayed silent
and endured all of the abuse. She isn’t a strong woman. She is a victim of abuse.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

Denji just waved his hand and told her it was okay. Although the physical abuse somewhat
died down due to him growing up and being able to protect his mother, something he
couldn’t do when he was young, he still reviled her with harsh words whenever Denji was at
school. Luckily, with how frequently his usual so-called casino opens, he isn’t home until
very late at night.

“But from the look of it, she is a good mother to you, considering how much of a polite boy
you are.” She tapped him in the cheek with a gleeful grin, and Denji slightly blushed at the
physical affection. After hearing his stories, she felt pity for his mother and her broken
mindset. She started to get quite uncomfortably close by sitting right next to Denji, so close
that her thigh was chafing against his ankles. Denji’s confused eyeball glanced at her hand as
she began to run them across his shoulders and arms.

“Mrs… Asa?”

“So youthful… So robust.”

“I…” Denji patted her hands with a smile. “I have to go home now.” He already knew what
was about to come next, and to avoid that unwanted intercourse, he took action first and
informed her that his mother was waiting for him at home. “Have a good night, Mrs. Asa."
Denji deeply bowed at her, but she just responded with a disapproving hum before walking
out of the house.
Outside, Denji took a deep breath and looked at the time on his phone. “Already 11 p.m.
Gotta go fast, I guess.”

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Just like Akane said, it just took him thirty minutes to deliver that package of important
weapons. The blonde girl noticed Denji’s lack of usual enthusiasm, but she didn’t question
anything about that. Now, walking down the empty street with some light from lamp posts,
Denji unexpectedly felt a drop of water hit his face.

“The fuck? It’s cold outside, and now it’s about to rain!" Denji grunted before sprinting
faster, but the unpredictable weather rained down on him, forcing Denji to seek shelter since
his home was really far away. Since it was near midnight, no other shops had their entrance
lit up, except for one small restaurant.

With no other choice, Denji had to sprint toward the still-opened shop. Upon reaching there,
he met an old man, presumably the owner of said restaurant. Denji just stood right under the
roof of the entrance and had no intention to enter. “Big rain, isn’t it?” The owner mumbled to
himself, turning his warm gaze to Denji, who was rubbing his arms in coldness. “You can
come inside, young man. I don’t think this rain is going to end soon.” He entered his
restaurant, sliding the shojis wide enough for him to enter.

Denji looked at the hard rain with a slight disappointment since he wouldn’t be able to arrive
home anytime soon. With a quick bow and a ‘thank you’, Denji walked into the restaurant
and took out his shoes. Upon entering, he felt warmth and coziness from the now-empty
dining hall, with only a sleeping woman on one faraway table.

“I have some leftover miso soup and rice. Want some?” The owner kindly offered him food,
but Denji politely declined with a wave of his hand. “Okay, you can turn on the TV—I
forgot! Young people these days have phones, yeah! The wifi’s password is written right
behind you."Denji looked behind her to see a piece of wooden plank with the password
carved into it.

Denji took out his charger and plugged it in the pocket socket right beside him, and he was
immediately barraged by Yoru’s angry texting. That girl was beyong furious when she
suddenly woke up and didn’t see him in her bed, the messages being filled with slurs and
other incomprehensible phrasings while Reze just messaged that she was being woken up by
Yoru’s screamings.

He ignored the older Mitaka and just decided to text Yuko instead, and other girls too. Some
went to sleep earlier, but like usual, Fumiko was still up. The crazed girl, upon seeing him
gone online, instantly texted him with sweet and suggestive words, and Denji just ignored her
without a hesitation.

The girl from earlier moaned in sleepiness, waking up from her temporary hangover. It turns
out that woman was none other than Himeno, the PE teacher at Denji’s school. The boy
didn’t notice her and just continued to surf the internet while she was rubbing her eyes, and
her gaze landed on Denji. "Oh, hey, ya! Denji-kun!”

“Hi-Himeno-sensei?” Denji’s eyes widened in surprise when he heard the teacher’s shout
from the table, as she was patting on the zabuton beside her with a breathy laugh. Denji was a
bit hesitant and dazed to see his teacher in some random restaurant, but nevertheless, he still
came to her’s side and sat down on the pillow. Himeno greeted him once again with a quick
hug.

Denji’s eyes drifted to the dishes in front of Himeno; he was quite observant enough to notice
that she was with another person since there were two cups of beer. He decided to be polite
by not asking who the person was; maybe it was her boyfriend or a friend of hers. “So what
brought you here? Are you…” She gasped in shock, covering her cheeks to hide her blushes
from either the beer or the thoughts. “Are you a gigolo?"

“What? No, of course not!” Himeno just laughed at his reaction and quickly told him that she
was kidding. She explained that she was like this because the alcohol damaged her brain a
bit, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she began to do some questionable stuff in front of him. “I
was going home from a friend’s house. Also, it’s raining outside.”

“Oh… I didn’t hear that.” She embarrassingly rubbed her hair with a big grin on her face, and
of course, due to her near drunken state, she accidentally tapped the cup of beer on his hand,
offering him a drink. Denji, without a word, just stared at her until the PE teacher realized her
mistake and made an apology for her careless act.

They talked for the most part of it. Himeno tried to engage in the conversation with some
questions about his grades in school, and when she ran out of things to gossip about, she
began to express her thoughts about the complaints of the PDAs involving him and the girls.
“So… which one?”

“What?” Denji drank the tea given by the owner.

“Which girl do you like most?”

“All.” Denji replied instantly, without a hint of lying in his face, which surprised Himeno too,
despite being in a drunken state. Himeno just grinned in disbelief with a quick shake of her
head. Teenage boys like him would often develop multiple crushes, especially when Denji
craved for sex and hot physical stuff. She knew, because she had been through it once.

She stopped teasing him for a few seconds to chug down that small cup of beer in one go.
She wiped her lips clean with her sleeves, not caring one bit about her not-so-feminine
behavior. Of course, she was pretty, but somewhat crazy and carefree. Besides, she was too
drunk to even care about proper table manners. "Himeno-sensei, you shouldn’t drink this
much." Denji took the bottle away, preventing her from pouring another cup, which made her
frown.

“Do not ever..." She hiccuped. "Underestimate my tolerance and level of drinking! It’s super
good." Suddenly, she burped and quickly covered her mouth, her eyes widening in shock
when she felt her throat burning up, and then a stream of blood escaped through her mouth.
Denji, with a surprisingly calm face and a plastic bag also handed by the owner, who
apparently has witnessed more than once, helped her puke in the bag without making a mess
on the floor.

He knew this because of his father’s uncontrollable drinking behavior. He would come home
with booze in his hand and start to vomit in front of the entrance, cursing both him and his
mother before going to bed. So it wasn’t something new for him to see her puking after
chugging too much beer. He patted her back as she puked out the rest of the nearly digested
food.

Motherfucker avoided a canon event.

“Oh, now my stomach is all empty again." She sighed in defeat, looking at the mess she had
thrown up in the plastic bag. The owner excused himself before grabbing the bag to dispose
of it, and Denji just drank his tea without much of a care about Himeno, who rubbed her belly
with a long groan. “Why is she taking so long?”

Speak of the devil, said person just came out of the restroom while holding her abdomen with
a grimace. Denji, at first, didn’t notice the person slowly walking toward the table and sitting
down right in front of Himeno, who told her that she was late, and that person just hummed.
She also didn’t notice Denji was there due to the headache; that ended until he looked up to
see.

What the fuck?

“Hayakawa-sensei…?” Denji uttered out in disbelief when he saw his homeroom teacher,
who was now too frail and so fucking lifeless, like there were some really visible bags under
her eyes, and she looked so dead. She just glanced at Denji once and then resumed drinking
her beer without even addressing him at all. “Sensei...?” She stopped in her tracks and looked
at him finally, but unlike Himeno’s reaction, she just stared at him.

“Akera, don’t be such a grump.” Himeno giggled while pouring them both some beer, and
they both weakly mumbled ‘cheer!’ before chugging all of the beverage while Denji was
narrowing his eyes in confusion. She just glanced at him once and didn’t even talk to him
once. “Also, after this one, you will tell me the truth, deal?”

“No.” Akera answered right away with a stern voice. After chugging down the beer, she
turned toward Denji with a finger pointing at him. “Also, it’s nearly midnight, and you are
here for what? Aren’t you supposed to be home, sleeping?” She hummed again, waiting for a
reply from Denji, who was too stunned, as he had never seen Akera this angry and crotchety.

Himeno lightly slapped her friend’s hand and quickly hugged Denji with a cute scowl of hers.
With a stern yet shaky voice, she declared, "Akera, do you see that it’s raining? and
Denjiiiii... he needed a place to stay until it stopped." Himeno grinned at Akera, who exhaled
while maintaining eye contact with him. After breaking the hug with Denji, Himeno leaned
forward until her nose was inches away from Akera’s, the woman looking up with a bored
look as Himeno snapped her fingers. “I’m sure you are hiding something.”

“I have nothing to hide.” She bluntly said that, but Himeno didn’t buy that, and she began to
order another round of drinks. “What are you doing?" Himeno just flashed a grin at her friend
before she poured both beers into their cups. “I’m not in the mood for more beer.”

“Come on!” Himeno shirked in annoyance and then jabbed her finger at Akera’s shoulder
with a breathy cackle. When the owner placed down a few more bottles of beer, he handed
Denji another plastic bag, just in case. The PE teacher raised her index finger and wiggled it.
“Remember what we did when we graduated high school?”

“We…” Akera paused to recall what happened. Oh right, they had one hell of a party with
each other—just the two of them. They did some wild shitback back then, like drinking at 18
while the legal age is 20, but at least they had fun. And then they woke up in bed, naked, and
barely had any idea what happened after they got super drunk. “Yeah, that… What about it?”

“How about we reenact it?” Himeno put down her beer with a big grin. She was referring to
the game they played at that party. The rule is simple: whoever gets drunk first will have to
pay a punishment. Akera lost first, and she got her ponytail cut by Himeno when she passed
out. Hell, she still had it somewhere in her apartment.

And now, that punishment will be spilling the beans about the reason why she went absent.

No offense, it was kind of rude to dwell in someone’s business and cross the boundary, but
still, Akera’s head was tingling from the slight hangover, so she couldn’t think straight, and to
Himeno’s delight, she nodded before picking up the cup of beer and tapping it against
Himeno’s.

Denji, who had been sidelined by the two teachers for quite some time, just awkwardly eyed
Akera with worry. She didn’t seem mad at him; she just tried to ignore him, acting like he
wasn’t there. Not only that, she was so devoid of liveliness; she was trying to justify her
shaky hands by saying that she had cold hands, but Denji knew that she was fatigued.

“So, Akera… What were you doing in the park two hours ago?” Himeno’s cheek grew red as
she chugged the second cup. Akera just said that she was going for a walk and needed time
for herself. “You know… Your students are worried about your... She cleared her throat and
then hugged Denji, spilling a drop of beer from the sudden jerk. “Like… Denji even went
around to ask about you!” Akera’s eyes emptily landed on Denji, and she just raised her
eyebrow.

“Hayakawa-sensei… Have you recovered from the sickness?” Denji nicely asked her with
care. Himeno’s facial expression changed from enthusiasm to confusion when she heard
“sickness”.

“Sickness!? But you said that you were visiting your parents."Himeno turned to her friend
with her mouth open in shock, but Akera just stayed quiet and peacefully sipped her beer.
However, her eyes were still fixated on Denji, who felt a little uneasy from the uncomfortable
stare she was giving him. “You know, best friends don’t lie to each other.”

“I’m not. He’s making that up."Even though Himeno couldn’t think wisely due to alcohol
messing up her mind, she was still conscious enough to know that Akera was hiding
something. Denji looked outside to see that it was still raining, so he couldn’t excuse himself
to leave the restaurant. “My parents… They were sick, and I had to return to Hokkaido... to
take care of them for a week.” She rubbed her eyes to get rid of the sleepiness and gripped
the handle of the cup tightly.

“Really?” Himeno grinned and tapped her nail on the table. “Now, let’s confirm it, shall we?”
She pulled out her phone and placed it on the table. Akera was sweating in agitation as the
PE teacher turned on her phone and chose Akera’s mom’s phone number. All of a sudden,
Hayakawa grabbed the phone and hid it behind her back. “Hey, that’s cheating! Give it
back!”

“Don’t disturb them now. It’s near 12 P.M…”

“So you’re hiding something.”

“I’m not…”

"Definitely, you are!”

“…” Denji was just there, looking at them bickering and tapping their cups of beer against
each other before chugging them up in one go. Akera, while being grumpy and easy to be
annoyed with, was never that cold and secretive. Denji suspected that she didn’t want her
sickness to be known among the school, and knowing Himeno, she would accidentally spread
the news if she knew about it.

“Whoever gets drunk first..."

"...will do the punishment."

“Mr! Another bag, please!” Denji called out to the owner.

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And the result is that, as expected, they both got sozzled, barely having the ability to think or
move properly. Denji struggled a bit since he had to carry both of them while having to deal
with Himeno’s random gibberish, and Akera was also befuddled as hell, just mumbling
something unexplainable. “Godamn…” Luckily, the rain stopped—maybe for a while.
Judging from the area they were walking, or him carrying them both, Akera’s house was
quite far away, so he just walked aimlessly until he saw a strange sign nailed to a lamp post,
saying “Himeno’s house at 100 m." “What?”

Pochita fiddled with his fedora while eyeing Denji from the rooftop. Denji, being too lost in
this area, just decided to head to the sign we were telling him to. Himeno laughed and began
to run her hand across his chest. "Oh, I... Mom, I swear I will control my drinking." Himeno
mumbled some weird thing before temporarily snoring.

How careless they were. Tomorrow—it's already past twelve—so it would be today; they
would be doing some midterm exams. Denji never knew why so many people loved beer so
much; it literally turned his father into a violent, merciless monster. "Oh, we reached... my
house." He stopped and turned to his right to see a fairly average house. She dug her hand
through her coat’s pockets to find her house key. After that, Himeno handed the small key to
Denji, who had to lay them down so that he could have his hand free.

After opening the lock, Denji picked them both up again before going inside the house. Upon
entering her cozy home, Himeno immediately laid down on the floor and just said that she
was too tired to even go to her bedroom, which is somewhere upstairs. The boy was kind
enough to pick her up again before walking up the stairs; despite the weight of two women,
he still managed to walk up to the second floor.

Pochita locked the door of the entrance in case of thieves, while Denji opened the door to the
bedroom. As they entered the room, he gently laid Akera and Himeno on the bed. When the
PE teacher’s body touched the soft mattress, she exhaled in sastifaction before finding a
blanket and covering herself with it, but Akera, weirdly, was still gripping his shirt.

“Stay…” Denji couldn't tell if Akera meant it or if she was too drunk to even control what
she was saying. Of course, alcohol makes people say some weird things; he once heard that
drunken actions are sober thoughts. The teacher groggily sat up before hugging Denji and
laying him down beside her. “Cold…”

Denji’s eyes drifted to the blanket beside him, and before he could even leave to grab some
bottles of water for them, Akera suddenly wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him
down on the bed with her. At first, he didn’t realize what was going on until her lips sloopily
crashed against each other. ‘What the fuck?!’ Denji realized that Akera was so drunk that she
didn’t even know what she was doing. Her hazy mind couldn’t think straight.

Denji would never think that he would one day kiss his homeroom teacher, especially
Hayakawa-sensei. And throughout the first and half of the second year, she never showed any
signs of interest in Denji, but the question you must ask is, why would she ever see an idiot
like him in a romantic way? Oh, there’s an answer for that: She was super drunk.

Alcohol is one hell of a thing; no one can really explain if the meaningless statements drunk
people make are true or not. Maybe… 50/50? Akera was quite ruling and uncontrollable,
judging that she pinned him down, uterilizing her own body weight to prevent him from
escaping. Her hands gripped on his wrists while her mouth was planting some messy kisses
on his lips, yet Denji didn’t retaliate; just let her do whatever she wanted to do.
Denji learned it the hard way through his father, after all. Never try to vex a drunk person.

He winced his eyes in annoyance when the remnant of the alcohol still in her breath hit his
nose. Akera’s eyes were still shut, seemingly too sleepy to even open them to see what she
was doing to him. Himeno, who was sleeping beside them, just groaned and mumbled. "I...
like... that Yakiniku." He heard a sigh from the sleeping PE teacher.

Denji eventually answered the kisses with a light nip in the neck of hers, earning a small
moan from Akera as she softly relaxed on top of his body. Absolutely no words were on his
mind at all. The teacher wasn’t acknowledging what she was doing, and he was too tired to
even push her off his body. As her kissing got more aggressive and yearning, Denji had no
choice but to sassify her until sleepiness took over. When? No idea.

He had an idea, but it would require sex between them. Denji groaned in tiredness, closing
his eyes with a long sigh before he turned his attention back to Akera, who was lightly
snoring against his neck. As much as he now didn’t want to have sex, he still had to do so.
Denji had his hands on her waist, traveling down to the zipper of her jeans, only to be
forcefully stopped by Akera.

“No… that…” Denji squinched his eyes as Akera’s eyes lazily opened, though he wasn’t still
able to see her blue eyes. She blinked a few times before Denji sat up, and she fixed her
position until she was on his lap. "Anything, but that..." Denji nodded in understanding,
internally cheering when he didn’t have to do the penetration with Akera. That’s a good
thing.

She eyed him while a blush grew redder on his cheeks as she slowly leaned down, running
her hands through his thick blonde hair. From her point of view, she barely made out who she
was kissing. Yes, while she could clearly see the colorful blonde hair, she couldn’t really see
the face. Denji’s hands slowly wrapped around her waist, and Akera slowly unbuttoned her
shirt.

Due to how dead drunk she was, it took quite some time for her to get all of them done.
When she undid the second one, Denji got a glimpse of her black bra just under that slightly
loosened shirt. He was quite taken aback to see how well-endowed she was. All the time, he
thought she was average-sized, but with her shirt now taken off, Denji could fully view her
bosom.

Denji placed his hands under her milkers and started to give her a massage. Although her
bully was a little bit swollen up due to the result of intense beer drinking, he wasn’t turned off
by that slight imperfection of her body since the rest were perfect. Her skin felt so soft, yet so
cold to his touch. Denji was left aghast as his hands roamed around her abdomen, feeling the
heat slowly emitting from her blush as he began to unhook her bra, setting her breasts free
and accessible to him.

He slowly thumbed her pink nipples, earning a soft moan from Akera, whose hold around his
shoulders tightened as Denji placed his mouth on her squishy breast. His lips sucked on the
sensitive bead of flesh; never in his life would he even think that he would be in bed with his
homeroom teacher and sucking on her tits. She certainly didn’t know how to control her
moans because of the hangover. Yet, despite how loud her wail was, Himeno seemed not to
hear it and continued to sleep.

Denji’s tongue wet her areola while his other hand was pinching her other nipple. Meanwhile,
Akera’s heavy breaths hit against his nape, and it got more intense as he lightly nibbed the tit
with gentle care. Although it was boring compared to intercourses, Denji had no complaint
about this at all. A long moan escaped her mouth as Denji stopped sucking on her nipples and
looked up at her before deeply kissing her, and she put a hand in the back of his head to
deepen it.

As much as he hated the smell of beer in her mouth, he still closed his eyes and endured that
smell as she shifted her weight to pin him down. Even when their backs lay on the bed, their
kisses weren’t broken; instead, they got more intense and lustful when she poked her tongue
out for a French kiss, and he eagerly pleased her with one.

Feeling that his shirt was a hassle, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and forcefully lifted up
his head before throwing it on the floor. After that, they resumed their make-out session, and
their hands began to roam across each other’s bodies, with the boundaries not being the
crotches. The sound of their low moans and soft hums filled the room, and their movements
got much more extreme until she rolled over the bed with him, then they both hit the floor
hard.

Denji was unlucky enough to land on his back; not only that, Akera was right on top of him.
With her weight and the fall, Denji could say that his ribs were fractured upon hitting the
floor. ‘Fuck!!!’ Akera, however, didn’t seem to notice his irritation and kissed his neck,
acting like nothing had ever happened. Denji tried his best to forget the pain, and after that,
they both acted like nothing happened.

Still, he had yet to find out the reason why she was absent for more than a week for
apparently no reason. But, judging how secretive she was about this, Denji knew it was best
not to dwell too deeply. Although he found it a little weird when she rejected the penetration
part, he just shrugged it off and continued to make out with Akera. She kissed around his
collarbone and jaw messily, and Denji paid back with yet another lick on her nipples.

Her toes curled in pleasure, and her moans got a little faster as Denji’s sucking got fiercer,
only resting for a second before continuing to pleasure her. The cold from the floor didn’t
seem to bother them a bit, considering that they still resumed their session. Earlier, she
mumbled out ‘cold’, and yet, she has been outright cold since her body temperature rose.

Denji’s hand pressed on her back, moving her body closer to him, and then their legs
intertwined. It’s crazy to think about the age gap between them, but hey, he goddamn bedded
Santa, who was in her 30s already. Relationships between students and teachers are
forbidden, but they both didn’t give a shit about that since their minds were blank, and they
just had one thing to do: make out.

They continued to do so until sleepiness drowned out their minds, and they quickly drifted
off to sleep.
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Denji abruptly woke up on the floor. At first, he blinked before laying back down on the floor
again, and then he comically sprang up and hastily searched for his phone in his pockets.
Knowing that it was only 5 a.m., he sighed in relief before dropping his back on the floor
with a loud thud. Surprisingly, Akera, who he had gotten naughty about just hours ago,
wasn’t by his side.

He sat up and looked around. When his eyes landed on the balcony, he unexpectedly saw his
homeroom teacher smoking a cigarette, which was strange to him since he had never seen her
do that before. There was also a pack of gum and a bottle of water on the table; presumably,
she wasn’t fully sober yet.

She stared at the buildings with a straight face, the cigarette still in her hand. Denji, not
noticing that he was shirtless, stood up and walked toward the balcony, sliding the door.
Akera turned around, her eyebrows raising in surprise when she saw Denji instead of
Himeno. “You wake up earlier than I thought. Not offense, but I once thought you slept very
late at night and probably woke up at 11.”

“Yeah, you can say that." Denji sat down in front of her, noticing that there was another
cigarette butt on the table, meaning that she was smoking the second cigarette of the
morning. “I have never seen you smoking before, Hayakawa-sensei."

“Then you don’t know a lot about me.” She put the cigarette between her lips and inhaled it,
breathing out a puff of irritating smoke. “Did we…” She looked back at the bedroom with her
eyes narrowed in confusion. “Did we do something last night?” She absolutely had no idea
what truly happened after she passed out while drinking with Himeno, who also passed out
along with her. Based on the fact that she was at Himeno’s house, Denji most likely carried
them to her house, though she didn’t know how he knew Himeno’s address.

Denji tried to avoid eye contact with her, seemingly trying to find a way to lie. “We… uh…”
She raised her eyebrow, demanding an answer with just her stare. “I was sleeping on the
floor, shirtless, and you rolled over and fell off the bed.” Akera’s eyes widened in shock; that
seemed plausible since she also felt she impacted something hard that night.

But that didn’t explain why she was topless while lying beside him on the floor.

“Oh… I guess it’s like that.” Luckily, she believed his lie, but it’s the best way for them both.
“I… I’m sorry about my last night’s behavior. I shouldn’t have been cold to you.

“No. It’s okay, Hayakawa-sensei."Denji took the bottle of water and drank a huge sip of it. “I
shouldn’t be there that late."
She nodded and then put out the cigarette, placing it on the table. A long sigh escaped her
mouth. She blinked, staring at the still dimly lit sky. “Ovarian cancer…” She bluntly said this
and turned her gaze to Denji, who cocked his head to the side in confusion. “I have ovarian
cancer.”

Denji’s jaw dropped in both shock and pity as she looked down in sadness. “What…?” Denji
noticed that she was still somewhat healthy, minus the constipation and how lifeless she was,
so they got rid of the cancer, right? “But it is curable, right? Hayakawa-sensei…?”

“If you count removing the upper part of the uterus and all the ovaries as the cure, then yes.”
She opened her pack of cigarettes, ready to smoke yet another one. So now he knew about the
sickness that had been torturing her, but he wasn’t happy to know that Akera had endured.
Not only that, but to survive, she had to cut off her ability to give birth too.

“But why do you have to hide?”

“Then why do you hide the abuse in your family?” She answered him with a question that
shut him up. "That’s the problem, Denji. People have secrets; they only share them with a
very few people they trust.” She hated her own problems being known by essentially
everyone since people would feel pity for her. So far, only her parents and brother know of
her condition.

“Ehhh… So you weren’t visiting your parents like you said.” Himeno grinned while standing
near the window. The presence of her friend didn’t get a reaction from Akera, who lit up her
cigarette and inhaled it. Himeno tapped her head, groaning as the headache slowly faded
away. “But why do you have to hide it from me? We've been friends for more than two
decades.”

“I don’t want to burden you with that knowledge.” She turned her gaze to Denji and then
Himeno. "Plus, it’s my own problem.”

“B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T!” Himeno playfully sang before walking beside Akera with a sad smile.
Akera got used to her friend’s childish behavior, so she didn’t glance at Himeno, who then
hugged her, her cheeks rubbing on top of her head. “I know that it’s painful, but... you
shouldn’t keep it to yourself. You could get depressed, you know?"

“…Yeah.”

“Ugh… two decades later, and you are still the Akera I first met when you were eating alone
in grade school!” Himeno wrapped her hands around her friend’s neck and gave her a gentle
hug from behind. Denji cracked a small smile as Akera somewhat relaxed, and she seemed to
forget the cigarette she was holding in her fingers too.

After sharing her secret, Akera felt a light in her heart. She had to keep the secret away from
friends and students for more than a week, so the weight in her heart began to grow larger
and heavier until she revealed it to Denji and Himeno. Only after that did she truly feel
relieved and smile while staring at the sky. "Yeah, thank you, Himeno.”
 "So... you will be back to teaching soon?” Denji spoke after Himeno broke the hug, and
Akera just looked at him with a shrug. “Be well soon, Hayakawa-sensei! I miss your
lecturing! I miss your ugly scowls! I miss you!” Denji suddenly got on all fours and bowed
lowly to her, Himeno telling him to stop his stupid act.

“Maybe… But I will be back to work soon.” Denji raised his arm in the air with a cheer.
“What have I missed?” Akera turned her attention to Himeno, who rubbed her hair with a
grin.

“Okay, it will take hours to tell you all.”

Chapter End Notes

Yeah... sorry guys, the smut scene was too short because I was too busy making
Powerpoint slides and studying too. Also, like usual, I promise you all that I will write a
chapter about Akera and Himeno both. Threesome, again.

The new chapter just proved one thing: Fumiko is really a fraud. She was assigned to
protect Denji as a bodyguard, but so far, well, she just runs away...

I might write Asa's mother if I want to.

 More Pain. More Pleasure (Longsword Hybrid, Whip Hybrid)
Chapter Summary

BDSM, Humiliation, Cunnilingus.

Chapter Notes

Longsword's name is Sugo Miri, as the manga stated.

Whip's name is Togashi Hofuna, a random name I made up.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“As you all know the rules by now..." Tanaka-sensei tapped the stack of papers and reminded
him of the rules before starting the test. Of course, they all knew what to do: write their
names, correctly tick your exam paper code, and most importantly, be silenced. No talking,
no glancing, no cheating. “Alright, 5 minutes before starting.”

“This is stressful.” Shindi mumbled while fixing her skirt to hide the cheat sheets under that
long black skirt. Denji just nodded with a tired sigh, quietly cursing her for not teaching him
enough English before this. Since they would be doing all tests in one day, with a thirty-
minute rest between each test, it would be really tiresome.

Denji didn’t really prepare anything for this particular subject since he wasn’t good with
words or knew how to elevate it. Emotion in writing isn’t something he has, so every time
when it comes to comparing poems, he just does what he thinks is best. But since he
promised Makima to pass this midterm exam, he would absolutely try his best and channel
his inner Shakespeare.

Oh, about Hayakawa-sensei, she might go to school, or maybe not, since the chance of her
arriving at school depends on her mood and how painful the post-surgery effect is too. Denji
put his hands on his cheeks and stared outside the window, seeing a banner that read, “You
can do it, Denji!” And surprise, surprise, it was Reze.

“What the…” Still, a smile was cracked on his face, and Denji now felt extremely motivated.

“Time’s up!” Tanaka loudly slammed his set square on the table before grabbing the papers
and putting them on each desk. Not only that, he scornfully glared down at Denji with
disbelief before putting the test on his table. Denji just had a dreamy smile on his face, not
really noticing the weird look the proctor was giving him.
When he walked past the class president’s desk, he unexpectedly placed his hand on the girl’s
shoulder, rubbing it while she was trying to write her names on the paper. The class president,
though showing signs of being uncomfortable around him, didn’t say a thing and just tried to
ignore his weird smile. “Our session got interrupted... We shall do it again someday.”

"Yes, sensei." Upon hearing the shaky response from the class prez, Tanaka’s lips curled up
into a wider smile. As everyone was too busy to even notice what the teacher was saying to
her, Denji just stared at the test, frozen in both shock and horror when he realized that he was
screwed.

He didn’t learn this poem.

Later.

“I’m super fucked!” Denji tiredly slammed his face on the table, and Yuko and Shindi just
nodded with some words of comfort. Unlike him, they did really well in the Japanese test,
especially Shindi because of the cheat sheets she hid. “Tanaka-sensei is so annoying! He just
stared at me the whole time, not giving me enough time to even look around.”

“Skill issue!” Miri yelled out at him, giggling as Denji turned around and said that he wasn’t
available for them. After that group of girls left his sight, Denji began to slam his face on the
table once again, groaning in despair as the girls were all preparing for the upcoming test in
math.

"Are you sure you’re ready, Denji?” Yuko put her legs on his lap, biting on her pen as the boy
sloppily looked up at her, a nod following afterward. “If you don’t get past 50, I will drain
you dry!” She tapped on his chest with a giggle, along with Shindi, who said the same thing,
but in English.

“Yeah…” Denji rubbed his eyes. Even though he might not notice it, Kusakabe was staring at
Denji, slightly twitching his eye in anger, when her sister got a little too close with the blonde
boy. Not only that, but that other girl also started to get a little handsy. "Oh, hey, when you
said you were going to watch a movie, right?”

“Yep!” Yuko’s smile brightly beamed. “Five Night at Freedy’s, I am going to watch!” Denji
only heard of that movie, but he never had the intention to watch it since, in his opinion,
films based on video games are quite bad. Shindi gritted her teeth, showing some level of
disdain for that childish movie aimed at children.

“Isn’t that thing PG-13?” Immediately, Yuko’s face turned into immense sadness when the
so-called dark and gruesome franchise got turned into a safe movie that the children would be
able to watch. It’s like a Mortal Kombat game without fatalities or brutalities. Or a Gotham
City without Man or Jonkler.

But at least they had MatPat!

“Hey, Denji! Do you have some money?"Someone slapped him on the head with a little too
much force, almost knocking him off his seat. Upon turning around with a groan, he noticed
that the culprit was no one other than Powa, who pridefully had her hand open, straight up
asking him for money to buy lunch.

“Do you know something called politeness?” Yuko helped Denji get up while Shindi was
bickering with that fiend. Denji, without a word, just dug his hand in his pocket to find his
wallet before handling the girl. After receiving a small sum, Powa leaned down and hugged
him around his neck. Denji, somewhat still mad about that rude hit on the head, still forgave
her. “Really? You just let her go like that?”

“She’s like that sometimes. I don’t mind it.” He got used to Powa and Bimu’s weird
behaviors already, so if she ever threw him in a random abandoned house to feed him
something like a giant bat to retrieve Nyako back, he still wouldn’t be surprised. But the slap
on the head was kind of rude. “But The Exorcist will come out on October 6th, in just four
more days.”

“I will watch that!” Yuko’s enthusiasm returned, and she grinned widely when Denji
suddenly reminded her of another horror movie. Although the critics said it was quite bad,
she didn’t give a shit about some opinions about people she had never met and would just
watch what she liked. “And you’re coming with me.”

“…Whatever…”

The bell rang, and the students all went back to their classrooms to start the math test, which
was harder than he anticipated but managable for the most part. Now, surprisingly, it was
Quanxi being a proctor. It wasn’t strange to see her extremely observant and quick to act; in
the span of 15 minutes, she caught about two students already. Taking that as a warning, both
Denji and Shindi abandoned their cheat sheets.

When she walked next to Denji and took a look at his paper, the boy was just looking up with
a shrug of his shoulders. “Read the topic carefully, everyone!” As Quanxi walked back to her
table, Denji’s eyes widened in confusion, and he went back to make sure his solutions were
correct. Suddenly, he felt something hit his head, and a piece of paper was dropped on his
table. As he looked up to find the culprit, Quanxi had a small smile and pointed at his desk.

‘She threw it...' Denji opened up the crumbled paper and read what was written inside. ‘We
will be going to an amusement park. You will also join in with us’. Nice offer, but why would
they invite him? Maybe because it was like a thank-you for going to some cosplay
convention with Kosumo? Denji sighed, realizing his schedule was fully packed.

But considering that Quanxi knows some karate and could kick him until he accepted, he had
no choice but to nod his head. The response didn’t earn a smile from Quanxi, just a soft hum
from her since she had no intention to bring him with them, but the insistence of her
girlfriend—I mean, the students—changed her mind.

He could hear Bimu’s groans of annoyance as the girl tried to use her calculator to solve an
easy equation, someone coughing, and the footsteps of Quanxi, who once again went on a
patrol, negating the students’ chance to even glance at their sheets.

And this was only a midterm exam...

Later.

“It was so damn hard! I had to circle haphazardly at least 11 questions."Bimu proudly
grinned at Denji, who was sitting on the floor, thinking about the deal with Makima. Terrible;
he fucking did terrible in the math test. With that performance, he would never be able to
have sex with Makima.

“I’m so done."

Not at all! Pochita, the best friend he would ever have, was sneaking into the office and
trying to correct Denji’s mistakes on the math test. He wasn’t particularly told to do this, but
for his protector’s sake and to fulfill the boy’s wish to fuck Makima, he had to.

Bimu tried everything to cheer him up, from patting his shoulders to telling him to do some
push-ups to forget his sorrow. Denji did the latter right in the middle of the hallway, but soon
he let his body collapse on the floor after just the sixth one. He had no motivation to
continue; hearing Bimu’s yelling didn’t help one bit.

“Too weak!”

“Yeah, he sure is weak as hell.” Like a pain in the ass, Miri appeared right beside Denji,
looking down at him with a grin on her face. There was also her friend standing right beside
her, wearing black-tinted glasses that concealed her eyes. Denji just uninterestedly told them
that he wasn’t available today. “Then how about... after school?”

It finally got his attention. Denji looked down and started to think about the deal. At first, he
thought they were requiring him to do some errands, such as sneaking in vapes at school or
lipsticks. “Yeah, I’m free after school; what for?” Miri grinned and jabbed her friend’s arm,
whispering something near her ears.

The friend nodded and stepped up. “Wait for us at the gate after school. My driver will pick
us up and take you to my mansion.” At that moment, Denji knew that it wouldn’t be anything
ordinary at all, and this lowkey feeling felt like the first time when Shindi and her friend
rented him for 20,000 yen.

“Yeah sure… But… we pay up first.” Within a heartbeat, the girl had already slapped a total
of $50,000 right in his hand. That amount of money both got Denji and Bimu’s eyes wide,
and the boy looked at the rich girl before pinching his own cheeks to prove whether this was
reality or a dream.

“Consider it desopit. I will pay more once you have done your service.” Denji repeatedly
bowed at the girl, grabbing her hands and enthusically shaking them, while Miri was grinning
with some intent in her head. Denji would never think that he would ever receive this much
money in school. 50000 yen? It was half of the amount he received during errands for one
week in school.

Bimu peeked her head out and gasped at the amount of money. “Wow…”

“Yes Bimu…” Denji chuckled. “Wow…”

"Are you sure he will accept?” Miri and her friend left the scene, and although that amount of
money is really big, she still had doubts that he wouldn’t agree to do any of their sick
requests. Since Miri was aware of her friend’s kinks, Denji would surely be disgusted.

“He’s like a dog, and money is like bones to him. Even if he doesn’t want to, he has to.”

After having done the science test, Denji wandered around the school to find Princi so he
could thank her for the tutoring, though he didn’t really know where her class was. When
Denji walked up the stairs, he unexpectedly found Hiromi leaning on the stair handles with
her arms crossed.

The usual uncanny smirk on her face widened when she noticed Denji, and she held her chin.
“You promised the deal between us, right?” Denji cocked his head to the side, blinking in
confusion as realization hit. He did promise her to keep Kishibe from consuming any alcohol
for a week in preparation for something for his sister.

Well, truth be told, he actually forgot about that agreement they made. About Kishibe, Denji
couldn’t tell if he had sneakily drank any booze for a whole week. A drop of sweat rolled
down his forehead as he looked to the side with a shy nod. Hiromu hummed happily with a
smile, and she clapped her hands before moving toward Denji. “You lying?”

“No… No.” Her face slowly approached his sweaty face. Denji feared that he might have
been exposed, considering that her head cocked to the side in suspensation. Denji didn’t even
dare glance at her or swallow the lump stuck in his throat. He desperately tried to calm down
his breath as Hiromi squinched her eyes.

“Thank you!” She clapped her hands. Denji couldn’t tell whether she believed his lies or
whether Kishibe didn’t actually touch his flask for a whole week. Judging Hiromi’s rapture, it
was probably the latter. “And I thought he would fail on the first day! How wrong I was.”
Denji sighed in relief, nodding in disbelief as Yoshida clapped her hands.

"Yeah, me too.”

“As I promised, meet me at the theater down the street tomorrow.” With that, Hiromi gave a
light tap on his shoulder before walking away. Now, she did say the place, just not the time.

“When?”

“You will know.”

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This day was extremely tiresome for him, with tests piling up on each other. Chemistry and
English proved most difficult to him, as did the fact that Denji left most of the questions
empty, thinking that he would most definitely fail this test, thus lowering his chance to have
sex with Makima. Pochita, a good bodyguard he is, snuck into the office and fixed his
problems.

Denji was standing at the gate, watching as the streams of frustated students complained
about the tests being too difficult for them. Bimu and Powa exchanged with him for a while
before the girls both went home, leaving Denji still waiting for Miri and her friend.

He noticed that a black car was parking near the school, and the driver was waiting outside
the vehicle. After waiting for five more minutes, Denji saw Miri and her friend walking out
of the school vicinity, the glasses-wearing one telling him to follow her. The driver lightly
frowned in confusion when Denji was walking with the girls. “Miss. Togashi-

“He’s with me. Drive us home.” The driver bowed down with an apology before opening the
doors for Togashi to enter along with her friends. Denji was supposed to sit on the front seat,
but Togashi still insisted on sitting with them, so as a result, he sat down beside Miri, who
told the driver to turn off the AC.

She’s like Shindi but more arrogant, he noted. Togashi, whose name seemed more like a
family name than her real name, looked at her phone, with Miri watching it with her. “Mr.
Togashi and Mrs. Togashi were going to have a corporate event with the Yaoyorozus, so they
won’t be home for tonight.”

Togashi just nodded with a sigh. She got used to it anyway, with her parents always caring
about their company and spending little time with her. Like, the amount of time she spent
with Miri might even double the amount of time she saw her parents. “Busy, aren’t they?”
Miri flashed her friend a grin. “Also, what things did you buy there?”

Denji realized that he wouldn’t be home for a while, so he pulled out his phone and called his
mother to give her a word. “Hi, mom. I’m… Sorry to say that I’m going to Denji turned
toward the girl, Sugo, carrying a grin on her face. "a friend’s house.”

“Oh…” His mother was quite stunned, but she still allowed her son to have fun. “Okay, have
fun, and tell them I said "hi"—Denji, whose voice is that?” Denji narrowed his eyes in
confusion and turned toward Miri, who was apparently moaning near his phone. “Denji, are
you

“NO! It wasn’t like that, I swear!” He tried to explain that she misheard something, but his
mother still thought that he was doing some lecherous act with a girl. Sugo and Togashi both
laughed out loud, while the driver still maintained his serious expression. Denji bid her a
‘goodbye’ before hanging up. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“What?” Miri shrugged her shoulders with a dying laugh. “It’s funny to us!” Togashi agreed
with a laugh. Denji, sighing in defeat, put his phone back in his pocket before leaning back
into his seat, sighing in annoyance as the sound of their laughs still filled the car. Denji didn’t
react to the hand running on his chest; he closed his eyes and waited until they arrived at
Togashi’s house, which was more like a mansion.
Denji dropped his jaw in shock when the driver parked the vehicle in the large garage. After
turning off the car, he exited the vehicle and opened the door next to Togashi, and Denji
exited the car from the other side, with Sugo going after him. Damn, even the garage looked
stainlessly clean.

It felt like a combination of the Katana family and Shindi’s house. While Denji was still
aghast, admiring the richness of the Togashi’s family, Sugo tapped him on the shoulder and
told him to follow them. That he did, though his gaze was fixated on the structure rather than
them.

“Welcome home, Miss. Togashi.” The maids all bowed when the students reached the
entrance. The girl just gave them a hum before the maids pushed the door. Immediately, he
was overwhelmed by the amount of shiny light and how extravagant the decorations were. If
the Katanas were about traditions, the Togashis would be about modernity.

“Holy shit!” Denji walked around with his mouth widening in shock. Before he even met
Togashi and Sugo, he just thought that Shindi was the wealthiest girl he had ever known, and
soon that thought was discarded when he stepped inside this mansion. “Wow…”

Miri snickered before walking up the stairs with her friends. “He’s like a deer at a headlight.”
The rich girl turned around and saw Denji looking around like a moron, constantly touching
the walls and floors in awe. For that, she agreed with Miri. “You have any spare clothes? No,
I would prefer some comfortable ones, like a shirt and some shorts.”

“Then we will go to my room first, before that.” Togashi flashed a grin at her friend before
deciding to head off to the bathroom in her room to take a bath. Denji had just arrived at the
second floor, looking around before landing his eyes on Miri, who had just waved her hand to
signal to follow her.

“This mansion is really big.” Denji gasped in awe as he walked right behind the hoodie-
wearing girl. “Also, you seem to know her very well. Like, you even asked her if you could
have her clothes.” Sugo’s eyebrow raised up, and she just shrugged her shoulders before
digging her hands into her pockets.

“Yeah… She’s my childhood friend.” That explained their closeness. It seemed unbelievable
for an average girl like Miri to be a close friend to the richest girl in the school, but it all
started when Togashi got lost in Tokyo when she was like, five. Being too curious, she
walked off, leaving her caretaker’s sight, to chase off some butterflies, and soon she got lost
in the crowded streets of Shibuya.

Being too unfamiliar with the place, she wandered around, trying to find her caretaker, but to
no avail. As the stress and the helplessness began to build up and she almost cried, Miri met
the lost girl, and with her parents’ approval, they temporarily took her in until they found
Togashi’s worried parents.

Well, that rich family gave quite a bit of money to Sugo’s family, but ever since, the two
girls’ friendship grew stronger. Wonder why Togashi went to Fourth East High School
instead of some high-end private school? Yeah, apparently, Togashi begged her parents just
so she could go to the same school as Sugo.
That’s some strong friendship right there.

Upon reaching the girl’s bedroom, Sugo, already familiar with the layout of this mansion,
unhesitantly opened the door, entering the room and letting her body fall on the large bed.
Although the main halls and living rooms were literally glittering, her bedroom, instead of
being pure light in every corner, was surprisingly cozy and felt so normal.

Denji hung his bag on the walls as Sugo sighed in happiness when she felt the cold blanket
around her skin. “Damn, how much do I miss this?" She let out a hum in sassifaction as she
wrapped the cold blanket around her body and just decided to sleep there. Denji, although he
was in awe of this mansion, still wondered what his purpose was. They invited him to
Togashi’s house, and they kind of didn’t do anything...

He could hear water hitting the floor in the bathroom, presuming that Togashi was there
showering. “Hey, can you get me a simple shirt and some shorts in that wardrobe?” What a
simple request! Just one problem, which one? There were like three of them right in front of
him, and he couldn’t pick one to begin with.

The first one, no, was filled with underwear and some gowns, and Denji immediately closed
it.

The second one, eh, he saw skirts and school uniforms.

The last one was the right one, filled with simple attire. Denji just randomly picked a black
shirt along with some shorts and then threw them at a sleeping Miri, who just hummed before
lazily gripping the clothes with a noticeable lack of energy. Without any shame at all, she
began to undo her ties and belt right on the bed, which caught Denji off guard and caused him
to turn around, facing the bathroom’s door.

And fortunately or unfortunately for Denji, Togashi exited the bathroom, steam escaping the
space, naked. Not even a single towel wrapped around her thin body. He could even see her
small breasts and bush, and Miri, who also saw the unphased Togashi exiting the bathroom,
just waved her hand at her friend before heading toward the bathroom to take a shower too.

Denji, seeing too many naked girls at this point, didn’t really overreact to her nude form.
Still, it was rude of him to stare at her body. "So, let me guess... You’re paying me for sex?”
Denji asked with a bored tone, pointing at her naked body. Togashi was quite surprised to see
him not going crazy after seeing her strictly disciplined body.

Togashi nodded, walked past him to grab the hair dryer, and started to blow-dry it. “Yes, I’m
surprised you aren’t that dense." She told him to hold the hair dryer for her while she went to
her wardrobe to rummage through her choices of clothing. After nearly standing in front of
the wardrobe, she opted for a shirt obviously too large for her frame and a short short also.

Denji found it weird that she didn’t wear any underwear behind her clothes. “I don’t see any
problem with sex for pay, but 50,000 yen is way too much. I could wholeheartedly accept the
offer for 20,000 yen.” Denji noticed that she had just cracked a smile at him and heard a
knock on the door, knowing that what she had ordered earlier had arrived.
“Miss. Togashi.” The butler from outside was holding a cardboard with some kind of whip
logo stamped in front of it, with the motto “More pain, more pleasure.” Togashi opened the
door and took the package, not forgetting to thank her butler before locking the door and
turning toward him with a grin.

“What’s that?”

“A surprise you will see.” Togashi handed him the box and told him to open it. Just in time,
Miri exited the bathroom, and once she saw the package being held by the boy, she internally
cheered that she was finally going to get laid. For so long, she had yearned to have sex; just
like Denji before, she failed, failed, and failed even more before she set her eyes on the
blonde boy.

Togashi is a good friend.

Denji grabbed the paper knife and cut the tape before opening it up to see... a ball gag and
some leather boots? “What is this?" The more he took out things from the box, the more he
soon began to realize that these were for BDSM only. For those who don’t know, it’s a
controversial kink that involves bondage, discipline, dominance, and sadomasochism.
Basically, just rough sex, but on a higher level. “What the fuck?!”

“I shall introduce myself.” Togashi grabbed a flogger and put her hand on her hip, pointing it
at Denji. “My name’s Togashi Hofuna, and my orders are absolute. Say it.” Denji stared at
her, still too stunned to utter a word. Denji likes casual sex and cuddling, and the only
disgusting thing that he has ever done is licking pussies, but wearing a ball thingy in his
mouth isn’t his cup of tea.

Hofuna noticed his lack of attention on her; to put him in his place, she flogged the rubbed-
made tool against his thigh lightly as a warning. The sudden contact of leather hit against him
through his pants; even with extra protection, he still felt a pain tingling on the whipped area.
As he was paid to do sh*t like this, he immediately said it out loud. “Your name is Togashi
Hofuna, and your orders are absolutely!"

“You’re holding your head a little high, don’t you know?” Denji immediately kneeled down
in front of her, like a dog being scolded by its owner. Since he was a head taller than her, he
still managed to reach up to her belly. That infuriated her, and she sternly ordered him again.
“Still too high.” Denji bit the bullet before kneeling down even further, his head touching her
toes. Miri watched with surprise when Hofuna managed to get him so lowly.

“Damn, that’s impressive. Your favorite BDSM porn videos seem to be useful now.” Miri hit
Hofuna’s shoulder with a widening grin. Seeing how her face slightly got red from
embarrassment, she just laughed it off before picking up the clothes left on the floor. It was a
full bodysuit made out of leather, some handcuffs, ball gags, a weird ring-like thing, and a lot
more. “Hey, whatever you do, just make sure he is still in the mood to fuck me.”

“Got it.” While Miri was covering the windows with the curtains, Hofuna told him to stand
up and admire her body with her tongue. Denji perceived it as sniffing and licking her figure.
First, he tried to take off her shirt, and when he was doing so, he felt someone’s hands
roaming around his chest, and that someone was Miri. With a light slap on his cheek, Denji’s
attention was back on a frustrated Hofuna, who reminded him whose orders were absolute.

Denji pinched the hem of her shirt while simultaneously having to deal with Miri’s naughty
hands. As soon as he removed that stupidly large shirt, he, out of fear, gently threw it on the
bed instead of dropping it on the floor. His hands gently laid against her body, smoothly
caressing and feeling up her skin. Slowly, his hands crawled toward her chest and started to
grope her small breasts, getting a long inhale, something he perceived as a sastification.

Not gonna lie, she was essentially built almost like a model, from how slender and perfect her
body was to how her long legs excited him. Hofuna knew that, and she wanted him to
explore her flawless body, which was achieved through training and strict diets. When Denji
began to thumb on her nipples, feeling the sensitive region of tissue as Miri’s hands started
toying with his torso, one of her hands traveled down to his zipper and pulled it down.

He didn’t get the chance to even turn around because Hofuna had already pushed his head
toward her, putting his mouth directly on her nipples. Trying to be obedient, he didn’t utter a
word and started to lick on her sensitive part of her tits. He could feel Miri’s hands rubbing
his cock through his underwear, his pants already down to his knees. “This is quite an
eyesore.” Miri took off his jacket and threw it aside. After that, she hastily tried to remove his
shirt as well, and once she did, she continued to massage his chest and cock at the same time.

Miri blushed at the thought of having her first time stolen by Denji while Hofuna was
present. Well, if it weren't for her friend, she wouldn’t get the opportunity to get laid. Denji,
who got whipped just for the slightest of mistakes he made, obediently did whatever Hofuna
told him to. As much as he hated the humiliation and pain she caused, 50,000 yen is huge.

Thank God that they didn’t have a strap.

“Now go downtown.” Denji’s mouth finally lifted the soft skin of her breasts and moved
down to her groin. He gently pulled down her short shorts. Denji got a view of her long and
toned legs, slightly drooling in avidity, as his tongue slowly moved toward her cunt. Miri,
who no longer had access to his covered cock, sighed in defeat and waited until Hofuna was
satisfied with the oral sex.

The girl holding the flogger continuously compared him to a dog verbally while hitting him
with the equipment. Only Miri knew that Hofuna was extremely into causing pain to the
partner during intercourses. She’s rich; she can buy anything she wants, and she wants to be
the dominant one. Hofuna turned her gaze to her awaiting friend, who patiently watched as
Denji was licking and wetting her folds. “Girl on girl?”

Miri just shrugged her shoulders, looking at Denji, before nodding. “Yeah, I guess I don’t
have anything to do for a while." With that, the girls both got into action and aggressively
hugged, kissing each other on the lips while Denji was too busy licking Hofuna’s pussycat.
Miri has been friends with Hofuna for a whole decade, so it wasn’t strange for them to get
this physical. In sleepovers, they would cuddle up, watch some movies, or porn...

Denji could hear the sounds of moans and kissing, but due to fear of Hofuna hitting him with
the flogger, he decided to be a good ‘dog’ and kept licking on her genital. He wouldn’t
complain; her scent was fragant, like the smell of roses or something. He wasn’t that good at
identifying smells. But because of that pleasant scent of hers, his annoyance and bad thoughts
about Hofuna were somewhat toned down.

Hofuna had already removed Miri’s shirt, their boobs pressing against each other, with Miri’s
being noticeably larger than her rich friend’s. “This is weird." Miri just nodded before their
lips crashed against each other, hands removing any pieces of clothing from the black-haired
girl. Denji’s head was repeatedly pressed by their pussy mounds, feeling a little wetness in
his hair. He was aware that they were kissing, and not to disrupt their moment, he lightened
his pace, tonguing her at a slower speed.

“Good boy!” Hofuna rubbed his hair with a gleeful smile. Denji surely would have gotten by
her if he ever decided to maintain the pace since she hated being interrupted when she was
doing a French kiss with Miri. Feeling that her submissive sex slave deserved a good reward,
she decided to allow him to get the main part of sex: the penetration. “But before we get to
that..."

“Heh!” Miri snickered and grabbed a ball gag and a cock ring left somewhere on the floor.
The items, though he didn’t know that the black thing did, got his eyes wide. Denji had seen
that red ball before, and he didn’t want to wear that thing in his mouth. Despite his attempt to
protest, Hofuna just hit him with the flogger and told him to stay compliant. “Hey, he’s
already hard!”

“Good.” Hofuna dropped the flogger on the floor and took that black ring, as Denji was still
watching in confusion while the girl pulled down his underwear, and his nearly erect cock
sprang out, much to the girls’ bewilderment. Hofuna, trying her best to maintain a straight
face, couldn’t fight the blush slowly heating up her cheeks, while Miri just dumbly stared at
his dick in disbelief.

“Yo, what the fuck!? You have been packing that shit in your pants!"

“Shut up!” Hofuna shushed her friend up, looking around and checking if there were any
footsteps coming toward her room. Miri’s loud exclamation might have reached the servants’
ears despite the windows already being closed. If they ever knew this, they would definitely
tell her parents, and that wouldn’t be a good thing for Hofuna. Luckily, for a long minute, she
didn’t hear anything and sighed in relief before hitting the girl’s chest. “Next time, be quiet.”

“Okay…” Miri gave her friend an affirmation gesture before Hofuna turned her attention
back to Denji, who was holding the ring and wondering what this thing ever does. “Naïve
boy, ain’t you?" Denji looked at the girls with a confused hum before Hofuna took the item
and crouched down in front of his hard cock. At first, he thought that she was giving him a
blowjob, but that would be too out of character for her.

She walked toward him with a big sadistic grin on her face as she tried to insert it by
expanding the rubber-made ring before it slid past his tip. Almost immediately, Denji winced
at the uncomfortable tightness around the top part of his cock, and that sensation eventually
traveled down to the base when Hofuna pushed it deeper.
Miri watched with interest in her eyes while her friend was teasing him, lightly stroking his
shaft as Denji’s eyes twitched in pain, feeling the ring hugging the base of his cock. “It was to
maintain an erection longer, so you know what that means. More time for us and more pain
for you.” Hofuna whispered against his eyes with a smirk before she ordered him to give her
a kiss. That he did without a question.

Denji could hope that sastifying her would mean she would be interested in him enough not
to hurt him more, although it could mean quite the opposite. Sugo hugged her friend from
behind, wanting to do it first. “Just like, please! I want to do that first!” Hofuna turned
around, rolling her eyes in annoyance, before fixing her gaze on Denji again.

She held her chin in thought, realizing that she hadn’t put on the bodysuit. “Okay, you have
the honor.” She pressed her palm on his back and pushed him to Miri. The sudden push, with
quite some force applied to it, got both Denji and Miri to fall onto the bed. Denji just laid on
top of her, seeing the lustful smile she was making while his cock was poking against her
entrance.

“But first…” Miri cleared her throat and told him to back away to create some space for her.
Denji did so. Standing in front of her, Miri tried her best to ignore the hard cock directly at
her face and cleared her throat. “As you can see... I have never done anything like this
before. Denji blinked and nodded. "Well, no, Hofuna and I have played with some dildos
before, but not a real dick before!” Denji, once again, nodded.

He now had the knowledge that Miri was a virgin, which meant that he had to be gentle and
slow so that she could get used to this. This had happened for quite a while, so he knew what
to do. “Okay…” Denji nodded before pinning Miri to the bed; surprisingly, she just let her
body fall on the soft mattress, unlike what Hofuna would do.

Some good foreplay would do the trick. He first planted kisses on her collarbone and then
traveled down to her breasts. Miri could only watch as Denji praised her body with his
tongue, her blush slowly spreading from her cheeks to most of her torso as his fingers softly
caressed her belly down to her crotch before spreading the wet folds.

Denji heard the sounds of leather slapping against Hofuna’s skin, but he didn’t even bother to
turn around to check what she was doing and just began to finger Miri’s cunt to get her ready
while his mouth was licking her nipples. Miri breathed at a controllable yet unsteady pace,
constantly twitching her toes and gritting her teeth.

To be fair, he would never be entangled with them, especially Hofuna and her freaky kink.
Sex for pay is great, but he should have come with terms and conditions to avoid intercourses
like this. Still, Hofuna and Miri were pretty; they were like the tamer versions of Bimu and
Powa.

After a while, Denji stopped fingering Miri and began to position his rock-hard cock in front
of her wet entrance. Miri didn’t even protest; she just inhaled and exhaled a few times to
compose herself. After a few seconds of hesitation, she gave him a thumbs-up, which is
permission to enter. “This is going to hurt, right?”
“Yes…” Denji sadly mumbled before inserting his tip first. After seeing her grimacing face,
he stopped thrusting to give her some time to get used to his size. Since Hofuna didn’t allow
him to be given a blowjob, it would be initially painful for Miri, who just told him to move
his hips. Complying with her order, Denji thrust forward, feeling the tightness of her walls
around his cock intensify twofold. Due to the cock ring, he wasn’t able to reach the ball deep
inside her.

Denji pressed his hands against the mattress, his abdomen nearly engulfing her frame in the
shade. Both of them let out a long moan before he pulled out and began to move his hips
again. Her pussy seemed to have stretched to fit his size, and that was a good thing for them.
“Well damn… It's better than I expected." She said this between moans, wrapping her arms
around his neck.

It turned out way better than she had expected. No offense; she first thought Denji probably
had a small PP, but it was soon revealed that they were wrong. He grunted as his cock hit the
deepest part of her vagina with tedious speed. Her quiet moans fueled his desire to continue
thrusting deeper, but the cock ring didn’t allow him to.

From behind Denji, Hofuna was standing, now putting on the BDSM bodysuit, which hugged
her figure tightly. She put a hand on her hip while eyeing Denji from up and down. She loved
dominating and making a man taller and stronger than her. Denji, though he was quite skinny
yet still had some meat, was the best one to sassify her fantasy.

She silently grabbed the flogger before hitting Denji in the back. “Thrust your hip faster. I am
not pleased!” She hit him again, and this time he obeyed her order. That, however, meant that
he would have to fuck Miri at a faster pace, and knowing that Miri didn’t get used to this,
Denji had no choice but to thrust his hips faster.

“Fuck!” Miri’s moans went spiraling as his tip furiously kissed her cervix without any mercy.
Denji, although he was very much enjoying the pleasure, winced in pain as the combination
of her tightness and the ring both squeezed his dick. Seemingly not satisfied enough, Hofuna
hit him again, telling him to go faster. Denji gritted his teeth before nodding and hugging
Miri while continuing to shove his cock in and out of her pussycat. “Am I not your friend?”

“No, but I want to see you both being dominated by me.” Hofuna looked at them with a
smirk, Denji just blindly fucking her while Miri flipped her friend off with a frown. “Don’t be
mad. I just want to…” She flogged him again. "Put him in his place first.”

Denji let out a long moan, about to cum soon. Hofuna’s smile warped, and she looked at him
with a neutral face. With that look she was giving him, he knew he had either done something
wrong or she wanted him to be more forceful toward Miri, and he did the latter without a
word. "You're about to cum soon, aren’t you?” She stroked his shaft while her mouth was
centimeters away from his.

A smile spread her lips once again as she held his cock by the base, preventing him from
humping Miri, who groggily stood up with a frown on her face, mumbling something about
her friends. “I remember that I don’t give permission to C. And if I ever see that white
substance in your bedroom, you will be punished.”
A drop of sweat rolled down from his forehead, and he hesitantly nodded in fear. As much as
he was paid for things like this, he didn’t like the idea of being a dog to Hofuna at all, even if
she was super rich. As she went to grab the equipment left on the floor, Miri walked up to
him, whispering something.

As the rich girl was choosing next to punish Denji in case he reached his climax, she turned
around when she felt a soft tap on the shoulder. She didn’t even see Denji from this view
since Miri’s face almost obscured her vision. “Hey, you know that it really annoyed me when
he stopped.”

“Don’t forget, Miri. I was the one who paid him, so I get to decide.” Hofuna proudly crossed
her arms, not noticing that Denji got around her while he was holding something in his hands.
Miri’s eyes drifted to him before she landed her eyes on Hofuna again, and then she abruptly
kissed her friend.

Hofuna, although confused, still answered that kiss passionately with another one. She was so
deep in the bliss that she didn’t seem to realize that Miri had already put her hands around her
back, and then she heard a metalic click sound. Strangely, her hands couldn’t move, as if
something were restraining them. As she turned around with her eyes wide, she saw Denji
already cuffing her hands, negating her movement.

“Explain to me, Miri? What are you doing?"Denji forcefully lifted her body up and put her
on the bed, ignoring the swears she shouted at him. He just sighed in defeat before pulling the
zipper covering her groin down. If you ever touch me without my permission, I will let you
know my full wrath."Denji ignored her warnings and pressed his mouth against her cunt
again, and immediately she gritted her teeth in both pleasure and disgust as his tongue began
to lick her wet cave.

“Don’t you know, Hofuna?” Miri clicked her tongue and shook her head with a prideful
smile. “Rich girls like you... need punishing.” Even before Hofuna had the chance to say
anything, Miri put on the ball gag, and that effectively shut her up, though it didn’t really
silence her since she could sense the sheer anger from those muffled sounds. “Damn, it’s a
good thing that I shushed her up with that thing.”

Denji hummed and danced his tongue against her clitoris. Since Hofuna’s hands were locked
by the handcuffs, he could freely do anything with her body. And above all, he didn’t have to
worry about getting hit by that flogger anymore. "Are you sure this is the best thing to do?
What if she wants a refund?”

“Never.” Miri just smirked and toyed with her friend’s nipples. Hofuna looked at them with a
deep scowl. “Behind that mask she wears, she will be the one who will be put into place if
you fuck her brain out.” Miri softly rubbed Hofuna’s hair as the silenced girl’s eyes widened
in shock as Denji grinned, knowing the things he was about to do to her.

Denji spat on his cock and coated it with that disgusting fluid of his, from Hofuna’s point of
view. She tried to push him away with her beautiful legs, but her strength was no match for
Denji, who easily grabbed her leg before putting it on his shoulder and rubbing the tip of his
penis against her entrance. Hofuna’s eyes went from anger-filled to horrified as she felt a
sharp pain inside her vagina.
Miri softly caressed her friend’s hair, whispering about how good it felt and how frustating
she was when Hofuna ordered him not to cum. To give the rich girl a lesson, she told Denji
that he could freely cum inside of her friend’s pussycat. Denji was in eternal bliss; her inside
was as good as her body. Denji softly whimpered in sastifaction as the walls tightened around
his cock, and without a thought, he removed the cock ring just so he could push deeper inside
of her.

Now, it was quite a sight to see an amateur dominatrix being dominated by Denji and Miri
too. Soon, the black-haired girl grinned in happiness once she saw that Hofuna’s eyes slowly
rolled back in pleasure, knowing that the rich girl had finally given in to his cock ravaging
her inside. She pulled down the straps around her head, and the ball gag was removed from
her mouth.

Upon being given back the ability to talk, Hofuna didn’t even scowl or curse at them; instead,
she rested her head on Miri’s lap and poked her tongue while breathing heavily as Denji’s
waist kept making contact with her mound. “More…” She weakly whimpered; unfortunately
for her, Miri was going to make her friend admit everything.

“What were you saying, Hofuna-chan?” Miri pinched her nipples with a chuckle. Hofuna
couldn’t respond because Denji kept thrusting his cock deep inside of her. It was humilating
for a high-status girl who comes from one of the richest families in Tokyo to be fucked
mindlessly by a boy like Denji. Knowing that she hit him with that flogger earlier, they could
say this was Karrma.

“Fu…ck… me… more… More…” Hofuna dropped her dominating side and begged Denji to
dominate her. It was quite ironic, to be honest. Miri, once she heard that weak admission
from her friend, immediately rewarded her with a deep kiss, and Hofuna poked her tongue
out for a French kiss. Denji beamed in realization that Hofuna wouldn’t be pissed.

After breaking the kiss with Hofuna, Miri leaned forward and urged him to kiss her, and he
crashed his lips against hers. The two students began to lock lips while Hofuna’s breaths were
hitting against Miri’s jaws, seemingly wanting to join in the kiss. "Well, a naughty girl wants
to have a taste of that.”

Denji wet his lips before leaning down and gently pressing his lips against Hofuna’s soft lips.
She moaned as Denji’s hand touched her breasts and started to rub them, his thumb teasingly
playing with her sensitive nipples while he maintained his thrust speed. It was so surreal to
think that Hofuna was just hitting his back with that flogger, and now she was on the bed,
begging for him to fuck her.

Without a warning, Denji’s waist strongly met her groin, and he began to shoot his loads
inside of her cunt. As she forced him to hold his orgasm earlier, that load was considerably
bigger, maybe as much as twice as much. And knowing staining the bed with his jizz would
mean him getting caught having sex with them, he had no choice but to wait until his prostate
was empty.

After he pulled out slowly, he sighed in relief when he didn’t see any drops of semen leaking
out from her vagina. With a groan, Denji laid on the bed beside Hofuna, and Miri soon let her
 body rest beside her friend as well. "So... how was it?” Denji just shrugged his shoulders
before saying that it was good. “How about you, Hofuna-chan?”

“Ugh…” The rich girl rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times before realizing what she had
done just minutes ago. “Fuck!” She angrily hit the mattress, gritting her teeth in
embarrassment. But shortly, she calmed down, sighed, and said what Miri had been wanting
to hear. "Yes, I enjoyed that.” She grabbed a pillow and placed it on her face to conceal her
angry expression.

“Really? Denji mumbled.

“No!”

“Okay…”

Miri chuckled at her friend’s stubbornness and exhaled. “That was fun, minus that orgasm
denial.” Hofuna, needless to say, nodded in shame before looking at the equipment around
the bed. Although she took great pleasure in punishing Denji physically, she really didn’t
think about him at all. “I gotta say, it’s better to have consents from both sides before doing
shite like this."

“Right…” Hofuna’s eyes drifted to Denji, and she turned her head to him before hitting his
shoulder. “Sorry…” To her surprise, Denji just waved her hand, telling her that he didn’t
usually hold a grudge against anyone, plus he earned 50,000 yen. With that, the three of them
either stared at the ceilings, thinking about the wild things they did, or, more like the girls,
were having the same question.

“Wanna do that again?” Miri and Hofuna turned to each other and asked the same question.
Their eyes widened in surprise, and without any response, they already knew the answer.
"So... we are doing it again?” Hofuna nodded with a grin before turning her attention to
Denji, who just sighed in defeat.

Chapter End Notes

You know, I don't know why I chose BDSM specifically for this chapter. Maybe whips
are essential to that kind of kink? Or maybe I just wanted to add more variety? I don't
know. I just know that it isn't my cup of tea.

I haven't seen the FNAF movie, but I can surely say that The Marvels was quite bad.
Still, I love Loki ss2.

Next up, it will be Yoshida and Yuko(again), but they won't be simultaneously fucking
him at once. And then maybe after that, I will move on to Himeno.
 Doing That in a Movie Theater (Yoshida Hiromi)
Chapter Summary

Public sex, Blowjob, Lap sex, Standing Doggy style

Chapter Notes

Female Yoshida: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/5889457

Sorry guys, I intended to add Yuko in this chap, but I just didn't want to unnecessarily
stretch this chapter.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Miss Togashi, I have brought you and your friends some tea and Densuke watermelon.” The
butler tapped on the door and stood patiently, waiting for the rich girl to open the door.
Although he heard some intense shuffling and clothes rubbing, the butler remained
professional and tried his best to maintain his composure. The footsteps grew louder until
Hofuna opened the door, but only her head peeked out.

“Thank you; you can go now!” She was handed the tray and immediately closed the door.
Hofuna, with her bodysuit only half-zipped down and boobs present, placed the tray on her
table before walking to the bed and then dropping her body on that soft haven. “Be quiet, or
you're all going to get us caught!”

Denji just gave her a hum before switching into a different position with Miri, who just gave
Hofuna a giggle as she wrapped her hand around his neck. They had been doing this for like
half an hour, and yet Denji still seemed to be full of energy, which is both good and bad for
the girls. "Wait, wait, just for a moment, can we rest?”

He nodded at the request of Miri; after that, she stood up and tried to find her clothes
somewhere on the floor. Upon seeing the black watermelon, Miri exclaimed in excitement
before grabbing a knife to cut it. “So…” Hofuna turned her gaze toward Denji, arms crossed.
The boy sat up, looking at her, as the rich girl looked down at the flogger. “Shall we
continue?”

“No!” Denji shook his index finger with a frown. Hofuna’s smile dropped, but despite the
disappointment, she still approached him, a smile slowly appearing on her face while Denji
backed away in fear. As his back was pressed against the headboard slat, he heard a click, and
then he couldn’t move his hands. “What?”
“Got him!” Miri said from behind, licking her lips and crawling on the bed. She had
absolutely no reason to cuff Denji to the bed. Maybe she just wanted to appease Hofuna, as
she was the one who came up with the idea of binding the rich girl. Hofuna, as expected,
grinned in sastification before hugging her friend.

“That, you did well.” Then... they began to lock lips, touching and teasing each other’s
nipples, occasionally glancing at Denji just so they could get Denji pent up. Just like what
they thought, his dick soon got hard again, but with the cuff holding him back, he had no
other choice but to continue witnessing their girl-on-girl session. “If you wish to be released,
say the word.”

Denji gritted his teeth in irritation, and with a sigh, he reluctantly said the phrase. “I’m…
your sex slave, master..." Upon hearing that, Hofuna smirked in pride, but she wanted to tease
him more because, because she is his master, she can do whatever the fuck she wants with
him. “Aren’t you going to release me?”

“Shush?” Miri put a finger on her lips, and Hofuna pinned the girl down on the bed, which
was now a mess resulting from their crazy sessions. “Your master is too busy; maybe she will
release you soon.” Hofuna nodded at him, a smirk subtly widening as the girls began to kiss
each other’s necks, trying to moan loudly and lustfully near his ears.

Denji said nothing and glanced at the watermelon cut in half. ‘I just want to eat that.'

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Take note that the result will come out after a week, so only time will tell whether he failed or
not. Having sex with Makima was one of his strongest wishes before the mass copulations.
Denji leaned back on his seat, letting out a long sigh as he thought about this. He had sex
daily. Even if he didn’t manage to bed Makima, he would still have a lot of girls who would
definitely agree to have sex with him.

That didn’t mean that he lost his desire to have intercourse with the hot teacher. He still really
wanted to do naughty stuff with Makima, but seemingly, the chance seemed to lower as he
gave more thoughts about the test. He might have failed miserably. “Ugh…”

“Do your job, Denji.” Kishibe faintly slapped the boy’s head, nearly causing Denji to drop
the notebook and pen as the students walked through the gate. Denji recoiled in surprise and
turned around to face the surprisingly sober vice principal. "Oh, hey there, Kishibe-sensei...
How’s your day?”
“Terrible.” Kishibe leaned on the gate, sighing in disappointment, as yesterday reminded him
of a failed attempt to impress Quanxi. The Chinese intern teacher was assigned to proctor a
class that contained several unruly students. Kishibe, wanting to both use Rule 1, decided to
make an impression on her by teaching her how to deal with those students.

That was going well until Quanxi said, “Nah, thanks. I’m good.” She was formidable and
strict enough to intimidate those students, and with her glares and aura whenever she stood
near them, they stayed quiet and shook in fear. From that moment, Kishibe knew that she was
way tougher than he thought, so Rule 1 is most likely useless now.

Quanxi is HER!

"Oh, hey, Denji! Fancy meeting you here.” Hiromi greeted him with a smile as she stood next
to Denji, who unnervously felt the threatening stare from the vice principal. He knew of the
promise between the students, and he wouldn’t like to think that his niece would ever have
sex with someone like Denji. “Also, unc. How is your streak going?”

“You are just like your mother, and I hate that sarcasm of hers.” She just chuckled at the dry
statement from her uncle and tapped Denji in the shoulder, whispering the place they would
be meeting during the breaktime. As much as he despised the idea of them making out, at
least they should do that with condoms and maybe somewhere else other than school. “If I
ever catch you two in the school vicinity, I will rip your spine off, Denji.”

With that, the vice principal flicked his forehead before going off somewhere, maybe to find
Quanxi. Denji, still dazed, just continued to do his daily uniform checking. Immediately,
Kosumo ran up toward him before hugging Denji tightly. “We will be going to the
amusement park with Quanxi-sensei! She said, You agreed to go with us!”

“Yeah… that…” Now that he confirmed that he would be going with Quanxi and her—I
mean, students—to the amusement park to have fun, Although Quanxi didn’t like the idea of
him coming with them, she didn’t want to sadden the girls. “When?”

“She said that after the drinkout with the teachers in school, she would go with us.”

“Okay…” Denji lightly patted her in the head and told her to walk to class since the bell was
about to ring. Well, it was a good thing for him that Kosumo no longer wore any cosplays in
school because he managed to convince her. He knew that cosplaying is her favorite activity
to do, but she had to know when she shouldn’t or shouldn't do that.

Suddenly, he felt a hard slap on his back, and the girl behind him, who turned out to be Yoru,
furiously berated him for ignoring her messages. Asa came up beside her sister and tried to
stop her from getting physical with him, not in a sexual way at all.

Out of nowhere, Fumiko’s face entered his point of view. “You getting beaten by an
aggressive girl really inspired me to come up with a nice plot.” And then, unlucky for him,
Hofuna also walked up to him, flashing a grin of arrogance, before Denji realized what the
theme of the porn video was going to be.

Later.
Denji was walking around the room aimlessly, hoping to find some customers. So far, he only
managed to make around a few thousand yen, and that was very low, according to his
standard. A single request from Hofuna was basically the equivalent of a week’s effort, but as
much as he loved money, he disliked getting whipped and treated like a dog, so he would
only accept that one or twice a week.

"Oh, hey, Denji. We meet again.” As he sharply took a right turn, he almost crashed into her,
if not for his super-fast reaction. Hiromi just chuckled and tilted her head to the side,
seemingly not flinching from the almost-happened collision. “Looking for me, I presume.”

Not exactly, but he still nodded. “Yeah… About the deal, where are we going to do it?”

“Don’t be so hasty.” She chuckled and walked toward a window that allowed their visibility
to see the locked gate and reinforced fences. Denji had no idea what she was thinking, but he
could somewhat guess the implication. “Have you ever... My apology. You must have
skipped class dozens of times already.”

He looked around to see if there were any teachers who could eavesdrop on their
conversations. Kishibe was the last person he wanted to see. “So you’re going to cut class?
That’s impossible since... His eyes slowly widened when he realized that Hayakawa-sensei
wasn’t in school right now, and she was the strictest teacher in the school, even more than
Kishibe, who was quite terryfying.

But still, the vice principal sometimes patrols around the school vicinity, picking up any
students who violate the rules. That was no problem for Denji because he memorized
Kishibe’s unalterable route. Using that knowledge, he managed to evade him easily every
time. “You want me to help you skip class.”

“Yes.” Hiromi turned around with a smile. “I want to see the Killers of the Flower Moon. You
know, Martin Scorese is the director, and that fact alone urges me to go watch it now.”
Hiromi loved movies, just like her mother. About her type of movies, she preferred historical
films and film noir, while her mother just wanted to watch any films that were realistically
depicted.

MCU movies are a huge no-no for them.

“But couldn’t you just watch it on the weekend?”

“I hate spoilers.” She hummed. “You know how to avoid my UC, right? Then show me the
way.” Usually, after every midterm and final exam, the school doesn’t have anything too
ordinary to do, so it would be fine for him to skip class today. After a moment of hesitation,
he nodded in agreement.

A smile spread across her lips. “Lead the way, Denji-kun.” The boy groggily walked first,
then Hiromi was right behind him. He tried to think that this would just be like any attempts
he made before, just having Yoshida with him. Denji, however, was a little suspicious of her
because of her smugness; he suspected that she was pranking on him.
There were teachers passing by; luckily, they didn’t spare a glance at them. “Let’s hope that
we don’t meet him right here.” Denji just nodded before taking a turn to the left, leading them
to the backyard of the school. Along the way, they didn’t face Kishibe, and that was a good
thing for them. “Okay, just under one of the fences lies a secret tunnel dug by someone.”
Hiromi’s eyebrow raised at the implication of having dirt stained her uniform, so she turned
around at him and held her hand out. Denji was confused about that gesture, and he
instinctively looked for his money in the pockets.

“I need your clothes, your boots, and..." She stopped herself from saying the last phrase, but
he now knew that she wanted to wear his jacket and pants to not get her uniform dirty. Denji,
of course, didn’t want to do that since he would only have his shirt and underwear if he ever
decided to hand her his clothes.

“Hell nah, we either get dirty or we won’t be going!”

“Oh…” Hiromi had a disappointed expression on her face, sighing. “I once thought Denji-
kun would be so chivalrous, but it’s now proven false.” Denji gritted his teeth, feeling that
she was sarcastically mocking him. Not just stopping with that, she walked around him in a
circle pattern, constantly saying things that weren’t true about him, and that soon irritated
him to the point where he straight up took off his jacket and pants.

A short chuckle was exhaled from her nose, and she crouched down to pick up the clothes.
“Thank you, Denji-kun.” She softly jabbed him in the cheeks teasingly before putting on his
clothes, which were a little loose to her liking, but that was more than enough. Denji glanced
down to see that he was now wearing a white shirt and shorts.

He turned around and noticed that Quanxi was observing him from the second floor; she
didn’t do anything besides just staring at him with an uninterested look on her face. Then, she
heard Kishibe’s voice from the end of the hallway, and to help him, she decided to distract the
vice principal so that Denji could escape.

After seeing Hiromi pop out from the other side of the fences, Denji immediately crawled
into the small tunnel. When he emerged from the other side, his face was immediately
covered by his dirty jacket, and he heard the sound of the zipper being pulled down. Hiromi
sighed, feeling that her beautiful face was stained by a long streak of dirt. “We need to get
our faces cleaned first, am I right?”

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Denji wasn’t the one to enjoy movies the most. He rarely went to the cinemas since he
couldn’t indulge himself in seeing people saying cool quotes and noticing every single detail
the directors implemented. He doesn’t hate movies; he just doesn’t care much about them.

“Stop munching so loud.” Hiromi reminded him of one of the most important rules.

Denji looked down to see just a few other people watching the movies with them. In total,
there were only 17 people, and they were in the highest row, so no one could hear his loud
chewing. Hiromi silently sipped her drink while Denji offered her some popcorn. The movie
was quite long—3 hours. Luckily, he had a phone with him in case he got bored.

Hiromi, however, lightly stirred in her seat while her gaze was still on the screen. The movie
was good, and the acting was incredibly great because it had Leonardo in it. She felt that the
movie was still a long way from reaching the climax. Plus, they had just been in the first
fifteen minutes of the movie, so they might need to distract themselves.

She turned her attention to Denji, who was munching the popcorn while trying to
comprehend everything shown on the screen. Her hand unknowingly tried to reach for his
crotch and softly touched his covered private part. Denji felt a hand on his weiner and
stopped eating his popcorn. “Is it necessary to do it here?”

Public sex isn’t something on his bucket list at all; they could get caught and kicked out of
the movie theater. Hiromi just chuckled and increased the intensity of her chafe on his crotch.
She smirked at him, glancing at the front rows and seeing that everyone was too busy
watching the movie, and just zipped down his pants despite his concern.

Denji sighed in defeat and placed his popcorn on the unoccupied seat beside him. As his
pants were pulled down to his ankles, she could fully see the visible bulge just under his
shorts. Hiromi’s reaction, unlike every girl that he fucked, showed neutrality; she appeared
not to be impressed by his cock when she got a glimpse of that.

After Hiromi slid her hand inside of his pants, ignoring his whimpers in pleasure when her
slender hand wrapped around his soft cock’s shaft, she began to give it a stroke, pinching the
tip just so he could get hard soon. “Denji-kun, is the rumor real?” Her voice was calm, and a
smirk soon appeared on her pretty face.

Denji nodded in confirmation, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah, I did do that with... I don’t
know.” He didn’t count it. He wasn’t really a math guy. Maybe more than twenty, at best.
Hiromi chuckled, and with her grip on his soft cock, she felt a weak pulse of excitement from
his penis, but she was well aware that Denji wasn’t aroused enough to get erect.

He observed around to see if anyone could be watching them. After confirming that they
were safe to do the deed right here, he pulled the short downs and kicked them to the side,
just not too far from their seat. With his bare butt pressing against the red seat, Denji relaxed
and just enjoyed the handjob she was giving him.

The way her elegant hand teased and desperately tried to get his cock hard was both a good
and bad thing for him. He couldn’t enjoy the full pleasure if his cock wasn’t fully erect, but it
pleased him that she was doing it in different ways. “Judging from this, I can say that you’re
quite experienced.” She chuckled in impression as her nails lightly scratched against his
balls.
Denji just nodded and sat back, enjoying the little handjob. Hiromi wouldn’t say that she was
excellent at things like this. Sure, she did learn a thing or two from porn videos she rarely
watched, and with her naturally gifted appearance and behavior, it was no surprise for her
that Denji would easily get sastified. Though she still couldn’t explain why she agreed to
have sex with him, maybe she just wanted to feel what her uncle had been doing with women
at bars.

“You know, there are two ways to call a man who has intercourses with a lot of women.”
Denji opened one of his eyes, turning his confused gaze to Hiromi, whose hand stopped
jerking him off. "Playboys and manwhores.” At first, Denji thought that she was mumbling
some weird monologues to spice up the heat of their foreplay, but upon seeing how her smirk
dropped after a few seconds had passed, he knew that she was asking him what type he was.

Denji would say that he was a bit of both; yes, he managed to rile up a few girls while also
being paid to have sex with a few; some others threw themselves at him. The answer was a
little mixed, and considering that Denji didn’t want to lower himself as a male prostitute, he
chose the first one. "I'm a fuckboy.”

“Really?” Her hard grip on his cock returned, and Denji slightly winced in pain as her nail
lightly pressed on his glans. His body lightly shook while the cock began to grow in size. His
little moans and whimpers urged her to continue punishing him until he gave her the answer.
From what she observed, playboys, typically like her uncle, are the ones who have
confidence in sex, but now, seeing Denji acting like this, she couldn’t help but doubt that he
managed to bed multiple girls.

Denji gritted his teeth as Hiromi’s face leaned closer to his hot, blushing face. “Tell me then.”
He spent a few seconds looking at her, and then all of a sudden, he placed his hands behind
her neck and nape before abruptly forcing a kiss on her. Hiromi’s yelp of surprise was cut
short as his lips quickly silenced, almost getting their attention. As their kiss got a little
sloppier and soon turned into a mess, her grip on his cock loosened, and Hiromi broke the
kiss with a chuckle.

“So you’re a playboy, aren’t you, Denji-kun?” A grin spread across his face, and they began
to lock lips again. His hands slid down across her back before they found their way to her ass.
Seeing that her uniform was clean, he suddenly had the thought of ruining her clothes. Their
loud kisses were easily drowned out by the speakers, so they didn’t even bother to check their
surroundings.

Hiromi giggled after she pulled out, and much to his amusement, she moved down, hands
pressing against his bare thighs until her breaths were hitting against his already hard cock.
She gave him a long and seductive lick on the glans, tasting the sweat coating his member.
Despite the uncomfortable smell, she still wrapped her soft lips around his tip before slowly
bobbing her head down.

A long moan escaped his mouth when her lips touched his pubic hair. Both of their cheeks
were painted in deep red as each of every bob of her head was followed by a moan as his
cock fully blocked her throat, forcing Hiromi to breathe through her nose. The way she used
her tongue, her teeth, and how suggestive her eyes were, his grip on the armrests grew
stronger, and he held his breath for seconds for absolutely no reason; maybe it was because
he was too lost in pleasure.

Her mother would be pissed if she ever heard that her daughter had sex with a boy at this age,
and most likely Kishibe would be the one to spill the beans, but if he ever did that, she would
leak his address to all of the women he ditched in the bars.

Denji moaned in ecstasy, putting a hand on top of her head and lightly pressing it down. That
small movement of his hand forced the cock down deeper into Hirom’'s throat, but instead of
a frown, she just chuckled with her eyes close before putting a hand on his cheek, stopping
her act right when Denji was still in the middle of his bliss. A disappointed sigh left his
mouth right when Hiromi climbed on his lap, hands now on his shoulders.

"Well, I just want to let you know that I have never done anything past this. So... be sure not
to go easy on me, got it?” What a weird reward from her, but nonetheless, Denji just wished
to fuck her right on the spot and wanted to wipe that smirk off her pretty and smuggy face
since he stained his clothes with dirt. He even had to pay for the tickets, the popcorn, and the
drinks too!

Denji unbuckled her belt and then undid her ties, making her clothes loosen; therefore, he
was able to remove her pinafore, which was dropped to the floor along with her other
accessories. With only a shirt and pants still worn, Denji just wanted to take them off, but a
soft swat on his wrist stopped him from removing her last pieces of clothing. “I don’t feel
like getting too naked today. I hope you understand.”

“Yeah…” Denji didn’t make a complaint and just kept kissing her neck. It’s fine that he
didn’t get to see pussycats or nipples, as long as he got to stick his meat inside of her cunt.
She softly chuckled before returning the kisses with pecks on cheeks. Just as she tried to kiss
him in the mouth, her lips met with his palm instead. “No.”

“… What?”

"Like, you just sucked my dick." Yoshida’s eyebrow raised in confusion, and then she knew
the implication of his refusal to kiss her. Of course, most straight men don’t want to taste
their own cocks, either directly or through their partner’s mouth. Hiromi gave him a short
apology before kissing on his collarbone, and Denji, sighing in relief that his mouth wouldn’t
be as dirty as his clothes, accurately pinched the gusset of her pants and moved it aside so
that his penis could enter.

He could feel the tip of his cock being wet by her juice already, and judging from that, he
knew that she couldn’t wait anymore. Just like she said, Denji immediately inserted his
sucked dick inside of her vagina rather easily. The sudden penetration almost got a moan
from her; if Denji didn’t cover her mouth, they would definitely get kicked out.

“Sorry.” She grinned at him before bouncing on his lap at a slow pace, her hands on his
shoulders for support. Denji, just like Hiromi, tried to hold back or at least quieten his moans
as his cock kept hitting the deepest part of her pussycat. From his point of view, Denji
watched in awe as her curvy figure continuously bounced, her modest boobs jiggling in front
of his eyes, yet he couldn’t have the opportunity to see what was hidden under that bra.
Denji began to massage her breasts; since he couldn’t do much because of the very nature of
this position, Hiromi would have to continuously move her hips. Even though she was visibly
enjoying this, the smirk on her face had yet to be wiped off, and that ticked him off. So as a
way to do that, he forcefully wrapped his hands around her back and pushed her down. Now
that she was laying on top of him, boobs pressing against his chest, Denji began to thrust
deeply into her chest.

She knew that Denji was pissed about what happened at the fences, and to make amends for
that, she just let him do whatever he wanted with her, starting by ravaging her pussycat
mercilessly. Despite his effort, Hiromi still carried a smirk on her face, even though her
cheeks were burning from the blush. His strong thrusts shook the seat, but from that distance,
no one could hear the creaking sounds.

He lightly nipped on her neck, earning a sastified moan from Hiromi. As the walls tightened
around his cock, her vaginal muscles spat, making it sometimes harder for him to thrust
deeper. Despite that, Denji pulled it out, gave it a few strokes, and stuck it in again. This time,
he was able to move freely. He gave her a light spank, getting a fake moan from her. Hiromi
giggled. "Can't you punish a naughty girl like me, Denji-kun?” That got a growl from him,
and he began to spank her harder. The sounds of muffled asses slapping nearly got the
audience’s attention, but since they were either ignorant or didn’t really care about them, they
just continued to watch the movies.

Her moans slowly got more intense and louder as the tip of his cock savagely kissed her
cervix with each thrust. From the look of it, she was convinced to think that he was a true
fuckboy. The way he confidently and tirelessly fucked her made her whimper in pleasure; she
could even feel his balls slapping against her ass after each heavy thrust. “Now I know why
girls like you.”

“And so far, none of them can handle me.” Denji replied with a grin before changing into a
different position. He pushed back the armrests of the seats beside him, and once he laid
Hiromi flat on the three opened seats, he didn’t let her recover for a second and laid on top of
her, positioning his cock in front of her entrance before continuing his business. His cock
touched her cervix again, and Denji began to thrust his hips with such speed that Hiromi
gritted her teeth in both pleasure and pain.

He had never spanked a girl before until now, but considering that Hiromi got on his nerve,
he decided to punish her with slaps on the ass. His hands wandered across her body, feeling
the smooth skin of her abdomen. Denji’s cock continuously poked her as his breaths were
hitting against her sternum, and Hiromi gently wrapped her arms around his neck. Loud
moans left their lustful mouths as the heat of their session intensified, and his thrust began to
pick up the pace.

Denji had two of his fingers massage her clitoral area, flicking that hard piece of flesh about
her vulva. He really wanted to dig his fingers in and rock her inside until she was in bliss, and
after that, he would continue doing that until she begged for forgiveness and to wipe off that
smirk too. Hiromi emotionlessly pleaded when she noticed that Denji started to move his hips
faster, ramming his waist on her mound with vigor, and that seemed to only be amplified as
the time went on.
“Hey, whatever you do, do it outside, will you?" She poked him in the nose, but instead of
receiving a nod from him, Denji just stared down at her with a grin. From that moment on,
Hiromi knew the answer. In spite of the possibility of getting accidentally knocked up,
Hiromi’s lips curled up into a smirk, and that already got a vein popping out from his
forehead. “Come on, then do it if you dare.”

Denji, upon hearing the prideful dare from her, added more force to his thrusts, shoving his
cock deeper and harder into her pussycat. In order to give her more of that painful pleasure,
Denji leaned down and hugged her tightly, their torsos pressing against each other so hard
that he could hear Hiromi’s moans getting cut off by the suffocation. That wouldn’t kill her,
luckily.

Luckily, her loud moans were drowned out by the speakers, so no one was able to hear her
shrieks in rapture as she reached her climax, spurting her fluid all over the seats and staining
his groin, but that wasn’t over for Hiromi as Denji was still continuing to fuck her senseless,
even if he already had cum inside of her. “Oh my… Now I get why no one girl can outlast
you in intercourses.

Denji let out an annoyed groan as Hiromi looked at him, yet another smirk still present on her
face. He stopped for a moment to think of a new way to deal with her. As Hiromi sat up to eat
some popcorn and continued to watch the movie, thinking that their business was at a halt,
she was unexpectedly held by the wrists, her popcorn falling off the floor. “That was
wasteful."

“Shut up!” Denji grunted as she turned around with a smirk. “That was for my clothes.”
Grabbing her hair from behind and lightly pulling them, which earned a moan from Hiromi
as Denji began to position his cock in front of her cum-leaking vagina, he leaned forward,
mouth near her ear, and whispered, “This is for your unbearable smugness.”

Denji inserted his hard cock inside of her again, getting a loud moan before he began to move
his hips again, but faster than the last round. Either those people were ignorant or deaf; the
students’ lustful moans only seemed to get louder as the boy shoved his cock so deep inside
of her that Hiromi thought that he was about to penetrate through the cervix.

That’s impossible. Don’t believe anything you see in hentai.

His cock, which was simutaneously coated in his own jizz and her juice, repeated kissed the
lower end of her uterus as Hiromi’s hands grew weaker and more vulnerable under his fierce
assaults on her ladyparts. The more her grin seemed to curl down, the more his smile
widened in rapture. Hiromi was slowly breaking out of character, and he just needed to
maintain this pace for a while. “Come on, give in to my cock.” Saying dirty words isn’t his
strong point, but Denji tried his best by improvising some lines from Fumiko’s plots. Hiromi
inhaled in exhaustion, feeling that her knees were shaking in pleasure, yet Denji didn’t even
slow down or let her catch a breath.

He had one of his hands on her neck and leaned forward, staring down at a weak smile on her
smug face, while his other hand was aggressively grabbing her breast. Denji both disliked
Kishibe and Hiromi because of their'superiro' behaviors toward him, with the vice principal
 continuously picking on him and the girl continuously getting on his nerves. But since he
can’t really do anything to Kishibe, he took all of his frustation out on the girl by fucking her.

His eyes widened excitedly when Hiromi’s eyes narrowed, her teeth nearly gritting while her
moans got more uncontrollable. Their not-so-love-making session shook the seats as his
waist furiously slapped against her ass. Denji, knowing that she was about to orgasm again,
began to go faster, ignoring her whimpers about slowing down. To make her moans quieter,
Denji slid his fingers, the ones that were toying with her vagina earlier, into her mouth and
toyed with her tongue with them, forcing her to taste herself.

Hiromi looked at him with the right side of her lips curled up into a smile, much to his
sastification. Her mouth was soon open in pleasure, her eyebrows raising up. At this point,
her smirks were gone. Upon seeing the result he wanted, Denji’s thrusts started to get
considerably slower until he stopped, which disappointed Hiromi, but considering that her
knees were literally shaking and she was out of breath, it would be better for her to rest.

Denji just sighed before sitting on his seat again, munching his popcorn, while Hiromi tiredly
sat on his lap. She relaxed herself on his body and told him to hand her some popcorn, which
he did. “That was quite good.” She chuckled.

“Quite good? I’m sure that you would have died if I didn’t stop.” Denji sipped his drinks, and
Hiromi just shrugged her shoulders, using his body like a chair’s backrest. Denji just had his
hand around her waist as they continued to watch the movie in silence. The movie still had
yet to reach the interesting part, though.

He noticed his phone was ringing in his pocket, and once he took that out, he saw Yuko’s
name on the screen. Realizing that he was supposed to go watch a horror movie with the
blonde girl after school, Denji texted her a quick reply before throwing his phone on the other
seat.

“No texting in movie theaters.”

“We literally fucked just minutes ago!”

“No talking loudly in movie theaters.” With a grin, she turned around to put a finger on his
lips. And that, unfortunately, urged Denji to fuck her again. About the cameras, Pochita
already has that handled. Those people… They were sedated by, again, Pochita.

Chapter End Notes

Now I'm conflicted, should I do the Pingtsi and Quanxi or Falling first? Of course, I
would need to write a Himeno chapter first. Oh, about Fami too... I guess, I will soon
write about her too. I just wish that there were more fics of Denji and more underrated
girls like Fami, Santa and Yuko.

And so far, I have never seen any JJK harem fic, even in Wattpad.
Utterly disappointed.
 A Drunk Woman (Sawatari Akane, Himeno)
Chapter Summary

Akane: Vaginal fingering, Cunnilingus, Rough sex

HImeno: Blowjob, Cowgirl position, Missionary, Cum outside

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“Your working frequency has been going down." Akane commented, arms on her hips, while
Denji was standing in front of her, blinking in confusion. She was aware that Denji was
studying, but at least he could have told her so that she could prepare a better schedule for
him. The boss isn’t happy about his incompetence.

“Yeah…”

“And I, too, am not pleased to see you like that.” Akane flicked his forehead with a giggle,
and Denji just let out a tired groan before both of their lips crashed against each other.
Akane’s eyes drifted to the locked door and windows. After confirming that their business
wouldn’t be interrupted by outsiders, she took off her hoodie, and Denji pinned her down
before she could fully remove that.

It was rather convenient for Denji to make up for his problems just by fucking Akane or
Sami, if she ever called anyway. That wasn’t really an easy task for him since he would have
to sassify her in every way so that she wouldn’t report this to the boss. “Damn, you really
should have come to my house that other night.”

“Sorry, I was busy." Denji’s hands traveled to her breasts, and his mouth assaulted her neck
with barrages of kisses. He didn’t really know why he was here, but Akane sure knew that
she only called him to force him to compensate for what he hadn’t given her.

His hands began to roam across her body, feeling the curves of her waist and the skin of her
hips while he was pulling down her denim shorts. The sound of clothes and heavy breathing
filled the room as Denji hastily threw away his school jacket, and he laid down beside Akane
before giving her soft smooches on the lips, and soon, her other lips.

They didn’t intend to do this here; there was no penetration for him, sadly. Out of option,
Denji just decided to do some quick foreplays with her before anyone ever came across this
room. She hated being interrupted. As her lips were pressing against his jaw, Denji already
had his hand inside her underwear and began to mess with her folds.
Her kissing became noticeably sloppy, and it stopped once his fingers curled up to press on
the spongy part of her vagina, earning a soft moan from Akane. “Aw sh*t, right there." Her
body relaxed while Denji continued to sassify her through fingering, occasionally with some
kissing and nipping. Denji already knew that she was more than sastified just by her wide
opening mouth and loud moans.

“How are those guys doing?” Denji was referring to the villagemen from Tenshi’s hamlet.

"Great, I would say.” They were effective; with their dark skin and huge builds, they
managed to intimidate dogged debtors who always tried to delay their payment. Denji
hummed in understanding, digging his fingers deep inside of her pussy, his fingers clearly
getting wetter and wetter as Akane couldn’t control her moans. To shut her up, Denji grabbed
her chin and deeply kissed her.

Ignoring the fact that they were on the floor, the heat and lust radiated from their outercourse
filled the room. Akane’s skin grew redder as time went on, and she felt something was
building up inside of her urethra. “You are really experienced, Denji." She tiredly moaned,
and seconds before she reached orgasm, her toes curled down in pleasure, and she tried to let
out a moan, but Denji managed to shut her up with a kiss.

Her breaths and moans got a lot more intense as the orgasm came, yet Denji still continued to
finger her despite Akane going through a long sexual climax. Her chest rose at such a fast
pace, her body slightly shaking from that one hell of an orgasm she had. Denji’s tongue hit
against the skin of her cheek, and Akane weakly turned around, poking her own tongue out to
silently urge him to go tongue-to-tongue with her.

But before they could resume their business, a knock on the door interrupted them, and that
annoyed Akane very much. “Ugh! I said I wasn’t available for the time being!” She grunted,
standing up and slightly shaking her legs since he hadn’t fully recovered from the orgasm.
She seemed to not realize that she was practically naked.

Denji stopped her from opening the door and helped her get dressed up. After that, she could
now open the door. “You better give a good reason why I shouldn’t kill you for interrupting
my business with him!” Once she opened the door, she saw her henchmen, all standing in
front of the door. “Speak.”

“You know that blue-eyed kiddo working for us? The one that almost got caught by the
police yesterday?” She tilted her head to the side, eyeing the henchmen with a frown on her
face. The possibility of getting caught as a smuggler is very high, so that kid barely escaping
the police was like the normalest thing she had heard today. “Oh, he brought news that the
Kudo clan wanted to have an eatout with the Katana clan.”

“For what, exactly?” Denji appeared right behind her, and that surprised the henchmen since
they didn’t know what ‘business’ she was discussing with him, but they sure heard a lot of
whimpers just a few minutes ago.

“To have an agreement on an alliance between the Budo and Katana clans, I think..." Oh
yeah. Akane sighed, looking around the compound in worry. Right now, the tension between
the Katanas and Sukuizus, their rival gang, has been rising lately due to some problems about
land and money. She feared that a gang war was about to happen.

“Kudo?” Denji scratched his head.

“One of many clans in Yakuza, who also hates the Sukuizu clan, just like us.” Not good at all;
if the gang war ever broke out, every clan would suffer and be weakened, but peace was
never a thing in their dictionary; the two clans would go to war sooner or later. “Have they
decided on a place to discuss?”

“Rakka’s restaurant, as usual.” That name sounded a little familiar to Denji, who then
remembered that he accidentally walked inside a restaurant to take shelter from the rain, and
it was the same one where Akera and Himeno had their little party. “Also, Katana-sama said
that he wanted a guy named Denji to go with.”

Denji raised his eyebrow in surprise, and Akane also glanced at him with a hint of
bewilderment in her face. He was aware that the boss heavily adored his best and most
efficient worker, but being invited to a serious agreement between clans was something else.

“Thanks for the information.” She rudely slammed the door and locked it. After hearing the
footsteps slowly disappear, she took a sigh of relief before heading to her own desk. “You
know, Yakuza’s stuff... Sometimes, I wish I had gone to university instead.” She really should
have listened to her parents’ advice.

Denji hummed, taking out his phone to check the time before putting it back in his pocket.
Wiping his fingers to get rid of the remnant of her juice, he walked up to her before sitting
down beside her, but she insisted that she should sit on his lap instead.

They didn’t do anything sexual, for now. Denji’s hands wrapped around her waist, and they
just spent their time watching silly videos on Akane’s phone. While she was surfing the
internet, she unexpectedly closed her phone and turned around to face him. "Now, shall we
resume?”

“What if someone interrupts us?” A grin appeared on his face, and his hands traveled from
her waist down to her bottom. Akane said nothing; she just responded to his answer with a
widening grin as she fully turned around, slowly undressing herself while Denji was doing
the same. What if someone interrupts them? Nothing would happen because they would
ignore the knocks and just continue to fuck.

“You won’t be able to leave until I am more than satisfied!" Her hot breath teasingly hit
against his neck, and Denji immediately groped her breasts through her shirt, earning a small
moan from her. She technically lied; she felt fulfilled and satisfied when he made her orgasm
just minutes ago, but Akane still wanted more.

Denji’s bulge in his pants began to get noticeably bigger, which excited her further. “You sure
are hungry. Care to... eat me out?” That would make more sense if she were speaking in
English instead of Japanese, but still, a grin on his face was more than just a simple nod to
her. She subconsciously licked her lips in lust and sat up, pressing her crotch against her
forehead, while Denji’s eyes were only visible from her point of view.
Denji slowly pulled down her shorts before pressing his wet tongue right on her pussy, not
bothering by the fact that she was still wearing her pants. Akane’s body lightly shook when
the boy began to wiggle his tongue, tasting the leaking juice through the fabric, and he
pressed his hands on her thighs while Henry was drinking every drop of juice.

“At least let me take it off, dumbass!” She angrily huffed, yet a smile was present on her face.
As she was pulling her underwear down, Denji still kept on licking her pussycat like a dog,
wetting her whole groin in his own drool. The smell of her crotch wasn’t the best since she
didn’t have time to prepare, but nevertheless, Denji still slurped and licked on the lips
furiously.

He noticed a shift, seeing that both of her thighs were on either side of his head. Immediately,
he knew Akane’s intention of crushing his own head with her pillar-sized thighs. As far as he
knew, Akane loved being given a cunnilingus, and aside from that, she also enjoyed watching
him be suffocated between her thighs. She enjoyed his little muffled moans.

“Good boy!” She exclaimed, feeling his tongue dig deeper inside of her as she pressed his
head harder, forcing his mouth to fully engulf her vuva. She lightly moaned, gritting her teeth
as the pleasure seemed to only multiply, and her thighs tightly gripped his head. Denji
continued to lick her wet pussy despite the significant lack of air, not knowing that giving her
more pleasure meant less space for him to breathe.

They could perfectly hear people walking through her room; anyone could get suspicious and
interrupt their session. She hated that; the last time she fucked with Denji, not counting this
one, was probably a week ago, and she wasn’t happy about that. “To compensate for one
week, at least do seven rounds!” She grinned pridefully, not knowing that she would be the
one to have numbness in her legs.

She could hear his muffled hum, and his tongue started to be faster and deeper too. Denji
kissed her clitoral area, giving a few loving flicks with that naughty tongue of his. The skin
near his lips was already drenched in her juice, and his sharp teeth lightly bit on her groin to
stimulate her, but that seemed to backfire. “Hey, stop biting! Bad boy!”

As a punishment, the grip tightened, leaving Denji with almost no air to breathe. A sinister
smile slowly appeared on her face while Denji was tapping her thighs, basically begging her
to release him. "No, no, I won’t release you." She chuckled, feeling proud of herself for
punishing a bad dog like him. But then, strangely, she narrowed her eyes in confusion when
his reaction died down, and she released a gasp in horror when his hands dropped like
ragdolls. “Holy shit… I… I goddamn killed him!”

As soon as she moved back to release his head, Denji unexpectedly jumped up and laid flat
on the table. Her face maintained its shock expression before it morphed into a gleeful grin.
"Ha, you tricked me.” Denji’s face was blue from the suffocation, but what she noticed most
was his grin, and the fact that he was undoing his belt seemed to get her wetter. Her cheeks
were painted bright red when Denji pulled down his pants, along with his underwear, and his
already hard cock entered her view.

Denji spat on the shaft and rubbed it to coat the whole penis in saliva to soften it, thus making
the penetration much easier for him. He lightly pushed her to the side, and now, with Akane
laying to the side, he lifted her leg up, admiring the view of her cunt, before rubbing his hard
cock against her groin. He instinctively threw back his head, inhaling as he inserted his penis
inside of her, the rod of meat slowly widening her fleshy tunnel.

The initial penetration earned a long, loud moan from Akane, whose scream of joy filled the
room, potentially more than that. Since she said that she didn’t fear being interrupted by
outsiders, Denji didn’t attempt to stop her uncontrollable moaning; she just had a smile on
her face as he watched all of her confidence disappear when his cock continued to ravage her
pussycat.

Denji was never into rough sex, but due to Hiromi, who managed to get into his nerve, he
began to be forceful in intercourses, often being more aggressive than usual. He leaned down
toward her and planted kisses on her chest, his fingers toying with her nipples as Akane’s
mouth just kept letting out those lustful and loud moans, which were music to his ears.

He could hear confused mumblings from outside the room; most likely, her henchmen were
still outside. Akane also noticed that, but she couldn’t control her moans at all since Denji
just kept thrusting so fast that she could barely think anything. Whenever she tried to utter a
word, Denji just thrust faster, negating her ability to make a speech.

Their love-making session shook the table, which attracted the attention of the henchemen.
“Miss Sawatari, are you alright?” Akane’s eyes widened in fear as she saw the doorknob
being turned, but since it was locked, the henchmen couldn’t enter the room. From outside,
they occasionally heard whimpers and cries of pleasure. They suspected that she was doing
the thing with Denji, but they had no proof for that. “I say we break in. What if that guy was
killing her?”

“Agree!”

“Den… ji… Stop for a minute!" Akane’s pleas were all denied by Denji, who shut her up
with a deep kiss. His cock continued to rock her inside with incredible speed, his waist
touching her ass while the knockings on the door grew louder and fiercer. “We can't... get
cau..." She said it between kisses, her face practically burning in shame.

“But you said you didn’t care about getting interrupted.” Denji grinned sadistically before
smooching on her neck as her protest began to die down, and she soon gave in to his tenacity
to mindlessly fuck her. As much as Akane was vulnerable in this position, she couldn’t really
do anything but pay for her arrogance.

But luckily for her, Pochita had arrived at the scene and already caused a distraction. The
henchmen stopped trying to open the door and began to chase the dog that stole one of their
guns. “Get back here!" Pochita ran off, while behind him were at least twenty, oh, twenty-one
yakuza members chasing him.

Akane was really confused when the knocking stopped, but she wasn’t given a second to
clear her head as Denji’s powerful thrust once again brought her to orgasm. She sprayed her
fluid all over his belly, and it dripped down to his thighs, completely wetting his rod of meat.
Akane sighed in relief, thinking that Denji was taking a break, and then a sharp sensation
quickly made her realize that Denji was putting that thing inside again. “Wait, you didn’t
cum?”

“Nope!” He grinned before continuing to move his hips, hitting her cervix with every deep
thrust. Akane had just gone through an orgasm just literally seconds ago, yet Denji didn’t
even give her time to recover and just resumed. Unlike Akane, who almost had no energy left
after two climaxes, Denji was still tough as hell, and he didn’t even break a sweat, and she
knew that she was the one getting fucked, literally.

He was like a beast, she would say. Usually, Denji remained docile and just did whatever he
was ordered to, but if she ever disappointed in some way, he would release all of his pent-up
frusation in his thrusts. Long moans left Akane’s mouth, and she felt numbness in her thighs
already. She couldn’t move her legs, and the only sensation she was feeling was her inside
being ferociously ravaged by his cock.

Denji grunted when he gave her one hard thrust before he shot a load inside of her, painting
her uterus white. A sastified moan left his mouth as another stream of jizz was sprayed inside
of her, seemingly endless, at least to Akane. Her chest rose up and down at every hard breath
of hers, her legs lightly convulsing as he pulled out, and a long stream of semen leaked out of
her cunt.

However, she felt his hands on her thighs again, and as she opened her eyes, too tired to even
say a thing, Denji flashed her a grin as he was giving his dick a few strokes to get it hard
again. “Seven rounds. Six more to go.” Akane’s eyes widened, but due to her lack of
strength, she couldn’t do anything but have to endure all of that.

“At least... tell them that I will take a few days off." Akane sighed, and Denji inserted his
cock inside once again.

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“Ah, Denji! It’s good to see you!” Katana-sama enthusiastically offered him a handshake, and
the boy answered that greeting with a smile as the boss, along with his men, told the boy to
enter the restaurant. Upon entering, Denji noticed that it was empty, as if the only reservation
was from the boss himself.

Denji took off his shoes before stepping on the wooden platform. He could hear a long inhale
from his right, where the boss was standing, and he knew that this restaurant was probably
his favorite place.
His lackeys went to the designated table, carefully checking every centimeter of the zabutons.
After confirming it was safe for Katana-sama, the guards nodded at each other before
standing straight and bowing at the boss.

The old man gratefully nodded, and he ordered Denji to sit down beside him. The boy timidly
did so after the boss took off his fedora and handed it to his men, who then hung it
somewhere. “Do things like this make you feel worried, Denji?”

“…Yes.” The boss snorted with laughter at the quick response. Denji awkwardly rubbed his
hair, sighing. The boss just gave him a pat on the shoulder before telling him that he would be
okay unless he really messed things up.

The owner came to the table with a menu in his hands. Once he saw Denji sitting next to the
Yakuza boss, his eyes slightly widened in surprise, but he still had a big smile on his face and
gave them the menu. “Good evening! What do you want to have tonight?”

“I’m waiting for a friend... so the usual, Rakka-san.” Denji realized that the harmless-looking
restaurant owner in front of him was a friend of his boss. The owner grabbed his menu,
bowed down, and assured them that their meal would arrive shortly. “My apologies for not
telling you; he has been an old friend of mine for decades.”

"That is what I noticed, Katana-sama." Denji nodded, and the lackeys noticed multiple
footsteps. The boy’s eyes darted to the shogi doors, and he saw a silhouette of a person. "Ah,
the Kudo clan has arrived, Katana-sama.”

To his surprise, it wasn’t any serious men who all wear black suits and carry a straight face,
but it was Himeno, and also, her friends were all here. His eyes opened up widely as the
teachers entered the room, much to Katana’s displeasure.

“God, I just want to have some beer—oh, hey, Denji! Fancy seeing you here again."She ran
up to the boy and gave him a quick hug, not noticing the menacing glance from the Yakuza
boss. “Oh, and you must be... his grandpa?”

“Himeno, you shouldn’t irritate the boy that much. He might just want to have some time
with his relative.” Arai entered the restaurant, giving the old man an apology before telling
Himeno to sit down.

Much to Katana’s disappointment, he turned his gaze to the owner, who went to the teachers’
table with menus in his hands. “Rakka, I thought you cancelled all reservations and
disallowed customers other than me." The owner shrugged his shoulders with a big grin,
saying that the teachers had booked their reservations for weeks and he didn’t want to rudely
delay their fun.

Since Katana deeply respects Rakka, he decided to let this slide, but just for this once. “Your
teachers... tell them to not be too loud during our meeting.” From the tone of his voice, Denji
knew the punishment for not properly doing the job. As the familiar teachers entered the
restaurant, each one receiving a loud and cheerful greeting from the owner, the smile on
Katana’s face widened when an old man, along with his one female bodyguard, entered the
room.
“Is he really Denji’s grandfather?” Arai rubbed his chin, wondering what kind of relationship
he had with that stern old man. The rest of the teachers just put out their thoughts, but not
every single one got the right answer. However, Arai noticed the lackeys’ hands were heavily
tattooed, which explained that they were a part of the Yakuza. ‘What the hell?’

“I’m hungry!” Himeno passed her menu to Kusakabe, who raised his arm to gain the owner’s
attention. Although nearly everyone was at the table, even Quanxi and Kobeni, Himeno still
worriedly glanced at the door, seemingly waiting for someone to enter. “Is she going to ever
arrive?" Her friend, Akera, was nowhere to be seen, and despite having sent messages of
invitation, she still had yet to reply to those.

Quanxi’s eyebrow raised in suspicion when she saw Denji, and she patted on the seat next to
her, which would be occupied by Kishibe soon. Much to her disappointment, the boy sadly
shook his head, pointing at the smiling boss, who was shaking.

his hands with his partner. “Kudo-san, it was a pleasure to meet you in person."

"The same could be said to you, Katana-san.” The men shook each other’s hands with smiles
on their faces. Denji stood up and bowed at the partner of his boss, with that mask-wearing
girl doing the same to Katana. “Now, shall we discuss our allegiance first?”

“Sure. Take a seat.”

Denji felt a little uneasy about the mask-wearing girl sitting right across from him. A quick
introduction revealed that her name was Galgali, but that was her alias while working for the
Kudo clan as a bodyguard. Her appearance didn’t frighten him, but rather the somewhat
weird stare she was giving him. “Nice to meet you; my name is Galgali! I work for the Kudo
clan!’ Out of the blue, she extended her hands out, and her cheeks slightly rose, indicating a
smile behind that mask.

“You mentioned that." Denji mumbled, yet still agreed to shake her hand. As the old men
were listing the strengths of their respective clans, he and Galgali just occasionally chatted
about business in Yakuza. Because his teachers were present at the time, he had to keep his
voice down so that they couldn’t eavesdrop on the conversations. “You must be tough."

“There is a good reason why I’m called the best bodyguard in the Kudo clan.”

“That man isn’t his grandpa. He’s a Yakuza member.” Arai bluntly said this, pointing at Denji
and the boss beside the boy. Initially, the teachers’ reactions ranged from shock to cackles,
with Himeno’s laughter being the loudest of them all. “No, I’m being serious. The tattoos…”

“Come on! You must be kidding." Himeno waved her hands. The restaurant’s owner had his
staff bring the beer and food to their table. Denji noticed Himeno’s sad frown, knowing that
she was waiting for Hayakawa since it was the teachers’ big drinkout.

Denji excused himself before moving to the other table; however, that got a frown from him
as he was about to introduce Denji to his partner. “Right now, the Sukuizu clan is plotting to
steal land, and they won’t stop until either side sheds blood!” Mr. Kudo wanted to take action
first by striking the Sukuizus when they lowered down their guard, but Katana still insisted
on patience and luck.

“They are stronger than us both combined. To effectively squash them, we must wait for the
right moment. You have the weapons; I have the men, but that wouldn't secure our victory.”
While the bosses were planning and listing their firepower, Galgali peacefully ate her sushi
while Denji was sitting beside both Himeno and Quanxi, the latter reminding the boy to keep
her sober so that she wouldn’t do anything funny with Kishibe.

“Oh, it’s quite a surprise to see you here, Denji-kun.” Someone whispered in his ear, and he
quickly turned around to see his crush, Makima, standing behind him with a small smirk on
her flawless face. Denji couldn’t utter a word, his cheeks faintly dusted in pink as the
beautiful teacher came to sit down on the empty seat. “How was the test for you, Denji-kun?”

“Great! Makima-sensei… I did great.” Both Arai and Kusakabe glanced at each other, raising
eyebrows when the boy started to ramble about how easy the test was. Since they had yet to
mark the students’ tests, the teachers thought that he was either lying to impress Makima or
he was actually telling the truth.

“Oh, that’s great.” Makima flashed a smile at Denji and told the staff to bring them more
beer. She did see the Yakuza boss planning with his partner and presumed that Denji at least
got involved in Yakuza’s business, but she didn’t care about that.

Denji stared at his crush like an idiot, and that was noticed by Quanxi, who gave him a tap on
the head and said that she wanted to talk with him about the amusement park. “Don’t take the
accompaniment as a confession. Kosumo and Pingtsi wanted to bring you along.” She
respects Denji, but she would never allow him to do anything funny with her girls since... Her
eyes darted to Makima with disgust.

The redhead noticed Quanxi’s eyes on her, and she just glanced at the Chinese with a smile.
"What's the matter, Quanxi-san?” The intern teacher unknowingly gritted her teeth; luckily,
no one was able to see that clear hatred except for Makima and Denji.

“Bitch…”

“So Denji!” Himeno unexpectedly wrapped a hand around his neck, her cheek pressing
against his as her breaths smacked on his nose. “It’s quite impressive that you were able to
find my house that day... Are you sure you aren’t stalking me?” Her facial expression
changed seriously, and her eyes narrowed in suspicion. From what she remembered from her
hangover, she only knew that Denji somehow knew her home address and carried Akera and
her there.

“No!” The staff placed the food on the table and wished them a good meal. Denji, looking
around and trying to evade this question, smartly told her that beer had arrived. As soon as
her beverage was served, Himeno’s suspense evaporated, and she popped open a bottle of
beer. “Himeno-sensei, didn’t you drink beer two days ago?”

“Wait, really? Tanaka asked after opening a can of beer. “You have a new boyfriend,
Himeno?”
“No, it was about Akera.” Gasps between the teachers made the grin on Himeno’s face wider
as the PE teacher poured herself a cup of beer. Her colleagues began to ask her about Akera’s
well-being, and their murmurs started to annoy Katana-sama. “Don’t worry, she was... I
mean, she was... visiting her family in Hokkaido!”

Denji sighed in relief when Himeno almost revealed the secret. He knew that Akera didn’t
want anyone to know about her illness, simply because fewer people knew her secret and
caused her fewer headaches. Denji looked at his boss, noticing that he was still planning with
his partner.

“I hope that this year’s culture festival will have more fun than last year’s.” Tanaka raised his
cup of beer along with his colleagues. After Himeno urged everyone to do the one, including
Denji, who only drinks tea, the teachers all crashed their cups against each other, making loud
clinking noises before they all chugged their drinks.

Katana turned around to watch Denji, who was being hugged by the PE teacher, and he
huffed in disappointment. All of a sudden, a bottle of beer was right in front of him instead of
the sake he ordered. “Rakka, I told you I wanted some sake. Not some ordinary beer.” The
owner just gave his friend a smile and sat down right beside him. Instead of being annoyed,
Katana just chuckled at his friend’s boldness.

“Can’t you blame me? It has been years since we last had a good beer.” Rakka popped open
the beer and poured all three of them, Galgali politely refusing to consume alcohol. Since his
daughter was doing the cooking, the owner could sit down and have some beer with his
friend. Rakka deeply trusted his daughter, despite being much less experienced; her cooking
skills make him pale in comparison.

“Hey, I know of a bar that serves Chinese wines too. Wanna come with me there sometimes?”
Kishibe seductively grinned at Quanxi, who coldly ignored his advance and just calmly drank
her beer. While the teachers were chatting about mundane stuff, like their students and how
much they love and hate their jobs, Tanaka was weirdly continuing to mention Denji’s class
because Himeno was beginning to talk with Denji about Akera.

“She didn’t reply to my messages." Himeno grunted, putting her phone on the table and sadly
sipping her beer. “At least she could have said a quick ‘no’.” The PE teacher let out a long
sigh and poured herself another cup of beer, turning her blue eyes to Denji, a smile slowly
spreading her lips. "So, Denji, do you have a girlfriend yet?”

“No.” The boy shook his head.

“Speaking about partners, has anyone ever thought about marriage and having kids?”
Himeno’s question got everyone’s attention; the teachers were all looking at each other before
holding their chins in thought. That idea didn’t cross their minds much because they were too
busy and their schedules were packed. Kids, however, definitely never crossed their minds.

“Tanaka does have a wife, but he never plans to have a kid.”

“Too busy for us.” Tanaka placed down his cup of beer. “We both work day and night shifts,
and we barely have time for ourselves on the weekend. She and I agreed that having a kid is
quite troublesome.”

“Then how about Kishibe? He’s handsome; he could probably flirt with a woman and marry
her easily.” Arai pointed at the grinning vice principal and then looked at Quanxi, who just
blankly said that she had no interest in things like this.

Everyone’s eyes were on Makima, who calmly drank her beer and put down the cup. “I was
planning on having a kid, but I have yet to decide when.” The teachers all nodded in surprise,
wondering who the redhead’s spouse was when, in fact, she didn’t have one to begin with.
However, Denji could feel her gaze on him, looking at him with blinkless eyes, as if she were
choosing him.

“How about you, Himeno? Ever planning on marriage?”

“Never!” Himeno sternly answered; her cheeks were slightly red because she had a few cups
of beer. Japan had been trying to persuade their populations to basically have sex in order to
have more kids, but even though they offered a huge sum of money, that hardly changed.
“Why would I have to sacrifice my hobbies and fun just to take care of a kid? And doing that
for years, decades?! I would rather not.”

Everyone agreed with Himeno, unsurprisingly, because they clearly had no intention of
marrying, let alone having a child. Their work schedules and little free time certainly didn’t
allow them to properly take care of their kids, they thought. Although they would get
frowned upon by old people just because the idea of being childless is taboo to them, the
teachers still wanted to focus on their work and money, not bring their offspring into this
world.

Denji never really thought about that, but he considered not having one since, well, his father
was a bad example to him, and Denji feared becoming one like him. His mother sometimes
wished that he could find a loving wife and move out, occasionally bringing some
grandchildren to her, but sadly, that day might never come.

“It seems like Hayakawa won’t be with us, Himeno-sensei." Denji mumbled, and Himeno
nodded before ordering the staff to bring another draft beer for them. Denji, being
resourceful, told them to bring a big plastic bag just in case Himeno drank too much.

“No one can leave until drunk!” Himeno raised her cup and told everyone to do the same. On
her mark, she told everyone to shout “Kanpai!” before drinking down the beer. Denji glanced
at his boss, seeing the old man happily chatting with his partner and the owner too. Once he
knew that Katana was busy, Denji could peacefully eat with the teachers.

Makima silently drank her beer, while the others’ cheeks started to get a little red. Except for
Kishibe, she still remained calm and unfazed by the alcohol. Denji gulped, watching her
without glancing away. She was like an angel to him—so flawless, so beautiful. “Aren’t you
going to eat, Denji-kun?” Himeno jabbed him in the shoulder, and in front of him was a
chunk of grilled beef beled by her chopsticks. “Open your mouth!”

Denji did that, and she gently put the delicious chunk of beef into his mouth, telling him to
chew carefully. He had to admit, that was delicious. “This restaurant’s yakuniku was one of
the best in Tokyo!” The owner smiled at the compliment.

“Can you do the same to me, Quanxi?” Kishibe smirked at the Chinese intern teacher,
pointing his finger at Denji and Himeno, with the latter feeding him some grilled beef.
Quanxi didn’t say a word; he just faced him and agreed to do so. ‘Yes!’ Kishibe internally
smirked and opened his mouth.

“Close your eyes.” He did that without a protest, but he didn’t know that, though Quanxi was
going to feed him some beef, she just applied a ridiculous amount of wasabi. “Promise me
you swallow this.” She dropped the beef into his mouth, and immediately, the spice from the
green paste hit Kishibe, causing him to feel a strong scent in his nose.

Despite the spices, Kishibe desperately tried to hold back his tears and said that it was
delicious, but before Quanxi offered to feed him another one, he stopped her and said that he
wanted to try something else.

He would never do that again.

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"I will bring Himeno-sensei home. Don’t worry about me.” Denji carried the drunken
Himeno on his back. Since he knew her home address, he could safely bring her home
without any danger in the dark streets. The other teachers, just like Himeno, were all drunk,
with only Kishibe, Quanxi, and Makima sober enough to walk properly.

“No, I can walk home by myself.” Quanxi rudely said this to Kishibe.

“Very well. Be safe, Denji-kun.” Makima bid him goodbye before entering a taxicab, and
Denji waved at her until the car took a left turn. With Himeno’s soft snores right behind him,
the boy let out a tired sigh. "I just literally did this two days ago."

Although Himeno-sensei was gorgeous, she wasn’t the best when it came to personality. She
was always too carefree, maybe childish to some extent. Denji liked her at some point, but he
only noticed Makima more. He took a right turn and continued to walk for a few hundred
meters more until he reached her house.

Digging his hands in her jacket’s pockets and grabbing the house key, Denji swiftly opened
the door and walked inside. After taking off their shoes, not forgetting to lock the door, he
carried her up to the stairs and went into Himeno’s room. The smell of alcohol exhaled from
her mouth annoyed him, but that aside, he didn’t have any problem with her stirring and
meaningless gibberish. Once he laid her down on the bed, he immediately tried to search for
a bottle of water.
He wiped a long line of drool off her lips and watched as her body rolled around the bed.
“Mom! I… will… control my drinking." Denji rolled his eyes and tried to stand up to find
something for her to drink, but before his butt could leave the bed, he felt a hard grip around
his wrist. “Hey there…” She giggled, her eyes still closed. “Akera-chan~, you wanna do that
again?”

Denji almost hummed in confusion when Himeno mistook him as his homeroom teacher,
who was also Himeno’s best friend. Not only that, but the way she was teasing him with
seductive intent with the touches of her fingers dancing on his arms and the way she said the
name seemed to suggest that it didn’t sound like how best friends call each other.

The drunk teacher’s hand was placed on his chest, humming as she felt that her friend’s chest
was unsually flat. “I don’t remember you being that small." Since she was drunk, her alcohol-
poisoned mind couldn’t comprehend what she was doing. Her vision was too hazy; almost
everything in her room seemed so hallucinatic to her. “Did you dye your hair, Akera?"

Before Denji could even respond, Himeno chuckled before leaning closer to his face, her
eyes tiredly opening up a bit. “Nevermind… We can have fun here."She leaned in for a kiss,
and Denji just complied without a single word. He was quite stunned, not by the fact that the
PE teacher’s tongue was trying to enter his mouth, but by the fact that Himeno had a crush on
Akera or something.

Denji once wished to have sex with Himeno very much; he wanted to run his hands on her
skin and grope her big boobs, but when he had his eyes on Makima, that wish soon
disappeared. As her tongue was trying to push through his lips, Denji reluctantly opened his
mouth to do a French kiss with her. Their wet tongues began to roll around each other,
dancing like waves as his hands went from her back to her waist. She was a bit meatier, with
her belly slightly bloated since she had just drunk quite a lot of beer, but aside from that,
Denji was still pleased.

She moaned while kissing him, pinning him down on the bed. Their lips weren’t separated;
instead, they got much sloppier and lustful. “Never knew... you had that in you... Akera-
chan~” She gleefully giggled as Denji’s mouth unforgivingly smooched on her neck, causing
her to moan in pleasure when Denji began to undo her shirt. Her kisses did a poor job of
distracting him; after a while, he helped her remove the shirt and throw it somewhere.

The blush on his face burned hotter when Denji saw her torso, with just a black bra covering
her humongous tits. Gulping down, Denji’s naughty hands hesitantly moved toward her
breasts, and when they managed to cope, the bulge in his pants slowly rose up, only to be
blocked by his jeans. To him, Himeno was perfect; she had a beautiful face, was flirty, had
great boobs, and had an ass for him to touch. ‘This is probably the first time I directly have
sex with a teacher.' Quanxi wasn’t officially one.

Since the age of consent in Japan was 16 and Denji had sex with multiple women older than
him, the FBI would be too powerless to arrest her. “Now now, Akera-chan~ Should we
continue this... or... I will go downtown on you?" Himeno grinned as her finger slid down
from his chest, past through his belly, before her finger tapped on the noticeable bulge
through the jeans. At first, she thought that it was a pussy mound, so she didn’t notice that
she was about to have sex with a boy at all. She pulled down the zipper slowly, her smile
widening as she tried to take his jeans off. “Get ‘em off, get ‘em off!” She mumbled.

A frown unknowingly appeared on her face when she noticed that his groins reeked of cum
and fluid. “Ehhh… Akera-chan~ Since when did you… have a boyfriend?” She sighed,
feeling betrayed by her friend. Denji tried to say something, his index finger raising up, but
Himeno cut him off before grabbing the waistband of his underwear and pulling it down.

His semi-erect cock was free from its confinement, and once the scent of a cock hit her nose,
Himeno’s eyes first narrowed before widely opening in surprise. “Woah!” She tried to wipe
her eyes off to clear her vision, blinking a few times in disbelief. After a few minutes of
violently rubbing and wetting her eyelids, Himeno’s vision was restored, but the redness in
her cheeks proved that she wasn't fully sober. “Oh my god, Denji!"

“Yes, it’s me, Himeno-sensei.” Denji rubbed his cheeks, trying to cover up his blush, as the
PE teacher held her head and started to wonder what she had just done. During her druken
state, she accidentally mumbled something about Akera, her best friend, to Denji, and he
definitely heard all of that. He heard the teacher mumbling ‘oh God’ multiple times as she
got out of bed and walked around the room. “It’s alright, Himeno-sensei."

“Oh God…” She breathed in to calm herself, and after her heartbeat became normal again,
she turned to look at the boy. "Okay, this is just weird to me." Himeno sat down beside him,
her shoulder touching his, and the boy’s blush got redder when she leaned her head on his
shoulder. She almost hit on a minor, and that would stain her reputation as a teacher at Fourth
East High School. "Do not ever tell anyone about what I accidentally said earlier!”

Denji nodded. Her eyes glanced down at his cock, and she subconsciously licked her lips. It
was much bigger than all the one-night stands she had ever had. She couldn’t remember
exactly the last time she had intercourse, but she sure knew that Denji would be her favorite
soon. “I take it that you have done things like this before." She titled her head to the side, a
smirk on her face.

“Yes…” Denji watched as she wrapped her hand around his member, coquettishly giving him
that nearly-erect rod of meat. “Multiple times…” He would say that he had done this a lot.
Himeno was surprised to hear the answer, but putting that aside, her hand began to pick up
the pace, her nails scratching the veins of the pulsing member with excitement.

“For a boy this skinny, you sure have a big one." She chuckled, trying to make some jokes
about all of his meat going to his genitals. “I know it." She smirked at him, increasing her
pace as the cock finally got erect. Her grip around his cock tightened, and she began to
forcefully stroke it, taking joy in his little moans. “I know you have done something dirty
with Akera-chan!”

“No! "I didn’t do anything with her.” Sure, he did. Judging by his expression, she knew that
he was lying. Instead of just pressuring him into answering her answer, she decided to
persuade him with her hands. Denji’s moans grew louder as Himeno’s slender hand’s pace
intensified, stroking and pinching the tip of his cock. The mere pleasure from that got him to
throw his head back, and despite his mouth opening, Denji barely let out a moan.
“Tell me, Denji-kun... Did you do it with Akera? If you don't... well then.” She suddenly
released his cock, denying him pleasure. Denji’s eyes burst open in horror, and he turned to
look at Himeno with a scowl on his face. He was quite pissed, not only because she stopped
jacking him off but also because she basically prevented him from reaching his orgasm. He
nudged her hand, but Himeno just looked at him with a big smirk on her face. “Tell meeee~!”

Denji exhaled, and he looked away before admitting, "Yes, I did do something with
Hayakawa-sensei, but I didn't have sex with her!” He just kissed and played with his
homeroom teacher’s breasts—no penetration or oral sex, just pure kissing and hugging.
Himeno’s smirk widened, feeling sastified, although she was expecting that Denji did have
intercourses with Akera.

“You sure?”

“100%!”

"Well, I believe you." She leaned closer to him and gave a quick peck on his lips before her
hand traveled down from his chest to his cock. Strangely, she didn’t resume her handjob;
instead, she had a better idea. “Consider yourself lucky, boy. 'Cause you will only get this
once in your life." Denji doubted that, because of the way she was eyeing his rock-hard cock,
he knew that she wanted that inside of her already.

Denji was quite proud of his size and stamina, and every girl he fucked loved that. Sure,
some were a little uncomfortable about a cock that’s way longer than their vagina, but some
still wholeheartedly told him to go ball deep inside of them. Denji let out a moan when her
hot mouth wrapped around his cock, feeling her saliva coating around the shaft as she bobbed
her head. She was experienced, as he could tell, just by the way her tongue coordinated with
her teeth to fully sassify him.

He subconsciously put a hand behind her head and pushed his cock deeper, almost entering
her throat. The sudden pull caught her off guard, and she tried to say something to him, but
he couldn’t translate her muffled voice. Despite the discomfort, she still continued to take his
cock in her mouth. Her tongue whirled around the glans while her lips seductively moved
across his shaft. Fuck, Denji swore that a drop of cum leaked out when she gave him a wink
and that side-eye glance. Her suggestive gestures fueled his desire to senselessly fuck her
mouth, but he still tried to control himself in front of the drunk woman.

Denji touched her chest with the intent of groping it; they were huge, bigger than Makima’s,
even. Even though the layers of her bra prevented him from feeling her bare skin, he was still
over the moon to be able to cope with that. Knowing that the boy had a thing for breasts, she
voluntarily unhooked her bra, fully showing her pretty bosom to Denji, who immediately
began to fondle them. She could feel the sheer enthisiaism from his touch, and a moan
vibrated her throat as the boy pinched her pink nipples.

She did not disappoint at all. Her body was gorgeous and perfect, and there were many things
he could have said if not for his poor vocabulary. His cock slightly twitched. Himeno noticed
that and bobbed her head faster in order to make him cum soon. “Himeno-sensei…” Denji’s
moans were cut off by the intense buildup inside of his cock; not only that, but Himeno even
began to stroke his cock, with her mouth also trying to pleasure him together; he just let it all
out inside of her hot throat, reeking of alcohol.

Himeno continued to jack him off as he shot a load of semen down her throat, yet he wasn’t
finished. Denji grabbed her head and pushed his cock down, trying to empty his load inside
of her. Her throat was blocked, so she had to breathe through her nose. The thick cum of his
dripped down from her mouth to her throat, and she could taste the saltiness of his sperm.

Denji pulled out and watched the mess he made inside her mouth. Himeno opened it widely
for him to cherish the sight of her swallowing down his children. After that, she sat on his lap
with a grin on her face. “Normally, I wouldn’t swallow someone else’s semen, but you are the
exception, so far.” She giggled before laying him down on the bed, taking off her jeans and
then her underwear.

She sat on his loins, her fingers lazily playing with his nipples. “How does it feel? To have
sex with a woman likee me A smirk was present on her face as she started to remove her
pants from her ankles, rubbing her wet pussy across his abdomen. Both of them, now naked
from head to toe, began to feel each other’s bodies by rubbing and touching. Himeno liked to
take it slowly, but at the same time, she wanted it to be erotic. “One more thing before this.
No cumming inside. The last thing I want in this world is to have a kid."Denji promised her
with a nod, and then she lifted her body up, grabbing his penis and rubbing the tip against her
wet pussy before sliding it in.

Both of them moaned at the same time as she slowly moved her hips, engulfing half of his
length effortlessly before his tip managed to hit her cervix. “Oh God…” Himeno moaned,
feeling the heat of her body spike as the warmth of his cock spread across her vagina. “It has
been a long time." The sassified smile on her face seemed to only get wider as she felt her
walls being expanded by his big cock. “Just like that, Denji!”

She would have told him to wear some condoms if she ever had one in her drawer; she
wouldn’t want to catch some dangerous diseases from bareback sex, but at least this one was
enjoyable for her. Denji could feel her ass touch his waist with each and every bounce and the
tightness when his tip continuously kissed her cervix. Sweats began to form on their bodies,
mixing with each other despite the cold temperature of her room. “Oh my God..." Denji
murmured as he sensed his cock being tightened by her walls.

Himeno had a few partners before, but so far, none could exceed Denji. From the look of it,
the boy still had a lot of energy in reserve, and his penis was the largest she had ever seen in
real life. While she was bouncing on his cock with rapture, her fingers found their way to his
small nipples and then toyed with them. She started to moan louder as the fun continued,
occasionally whispering some dirty words to his ears.

Denji hungrily sucked on her nipples and ran his hands on both sides of her waists. It was a
shame; it would be quite a sight to see Himeno breastfeeding a blonde newborn while
carrying a big smile on her face, Abe imagined. She tried to open her mouth for a kiss, which
he rudely denied since she had just swallowed his semen earlier. That annoyed Himeno, and
she forcefully grabbed his neck before locking lips with him.
Holy sh*t, he was indirectly tasting his own semen and alcohol at the same time, and both
disgusted him. Denji could feel her tongue dancing on top of his, but at this point, Denji’s
mind was boggling over him tasting his own fluid. Himeno kept on bouncing on his cock, her
body now laying on top of Denji as their mouths kept on kissing. After a while, she slowly
pulled her head back, a string of saliva connecting their lips, and giggled with her eyes
closed. “You are quite a kisser, not gonna lie!” Denji just deadpanned at her.

She started to make some cow noises as she was bouncing on his cock, saying cowgirl is her
favorite position. “Hah, I have an idea." She looked down at him with a grin. “Maybe next
time... I should wear a cow print bikini for you! Hahaha!” She began to mumble some weird
stuff while continuing to move her hips, pressing her hands on his chest. Denji’s mouth
ravenously sucked on her nipples, and his hands roamed around her body, feeling the skin of
her body and how smooth it felt.

A hum escaped through her nose when she noticed that his speed increased slightly, and his
cock went deeper inside of her vagina, trying to go ball deep inside. The penetration got a
loud moan from the PE teacher, who told him to keep doing like that, and without a
hesitation, Denji complied with her wish and sucked on her tits harder. Her boobs swung at
each of his hard thrusts, and her moans seemed to fuel his desire to cum inside of her, but
since that was against Himeno’s order, he would have to do it outside.

“Oh God, oh my God..." Her body shook as she reached her orgasm, her fluid staining her
bed and Denji’s abdomen as she stopped bouncing. Her squirt flowed down from his body to
the mattress, Himeno frowning and saying something about laundry. She wanted to take a
few seconds to rest, but Denji was too impatient. Since he was close to cumming, the boy
pushed her voluptuous body down on the bed, laying her voluptuous body flat on the bed as
he inserted his soft cock inside again.

She gripped the mattress, trying to control her moans, but she failed to do so because Denji
intensified his pace, thrusting deeper and faster. His balls slapped against her pussycat, and
Himeno hopelessly gave in to Denji’s cock. Maybe her skill got a little rusty after months of
no sex, but maybe it was more because of Denji’s sheer skill and tenacity. She wrapped her
arms around his back and held him close to her body.

“I’m going to cum, Himeno-sensei." Denji moaned, warning her that he was close to orgasm.
The teacher released him and told him to do it outside. He started to thrust faster, feeling
another eruption about to happen. Her moans got louder and more lustful until Denji pulled
out and shot his load on her abdomen. He sprayed his semen across her body; a shot even
reached up to her face. Himeno spent a few seconds trying to clear her mind, and she licked
his fluid.

“For a scrawny boy like you, you gave me a good fuck." Himeno rested on the bed with
contented sighs, while Denji was looking for some tissues to clean her. After that, Denji laid
down beside her, and Himeno rolled her body to face him. “How many girls did you fuck to
be that good?”

"More than twenty."

 “Oh, that mu--wait what!?” Himeno’s mouth opened wide in shock. She certainly didn’t
expect that many body counts; she only had four partners, and all of them were one-night
stands. “That much!?” Denji nodded, and she chuckled in disbelief. “So the rumor is true."
Denji could feel her hand on his chest. Sensing a smirk on her face and knowing that she
wanted to go for another round, he reluctantly fulfilled her wish. “Can you help me with
something?”

“And what would that be, Himeno-sensei?” Denji licked her nipple, and his fingers rubbed
her clitoral area to work her up again.

“Can you help me bed Akera?" It was an unexpected request. Denji knew about Himeno’s
feelings toward his homeroom teacher when she was kissing him drunk. Due to her
insistence, he had no choice but to accept her offer to help her. “Thank you, Denji-kun.” She
kissed his cheek before stroking his dick, ready for another round with him. “But still, no
cumming inside.”

Abe sadly sighed and slammed the table. Pochita, beside him, watched as the prime minister
angrily left the room and slammed the door.

Chapter End Notes

This is by far the longest chapter, over 9000 words. Sure, the dinner part was kinda filler
but it helped build up a plot for another interlude. The restaurant owner's daughter was
none other than Falling Devil, who I will be calling Rakka from now on.

Next up should be Quanxi and Pingtsi, but there will be no penetration with the white-
haired woman. Only with the girl.

I also am planning to write a threesome between Denji, Himeno and Akera.

Fami... on the other hand, I will try to put her in the story soon.
 Two Chinese Girls (Pingtsi, Quanxi)
Chapter Summary

Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Missionary

Denji didn't really fuck Quanxi, just kissed her.

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“Yesterday’s night was... crazy! To say the least Wearing only her tanktop and simple pants,
Himeno steadily walked and placed a cup of coffee on the table, sitting in front of Denji, who
was eating a sandwich she made for him just minutes ago. The bread was fine, but he still
found it tasty. They were sitting on her balcony, overlooking the view of the city, while
having breakfast.

“Yeah…” Denji just replied with a bored voice, eating the sandwich, while Himeno just
stared at him with her chin resting on her hand. For a while, she didn’t do anything except lay
her eyes on him. “Himeno-sensei… I noticed your stare.”

“Oh right!” The PE teacher chuckled, not daring to move her legs much because of the
soreness in her crotch. Man, she didn't know that Denji was a beast with nearly limitless
stamina in bed. Although Himeno really hates to admit defeat in shame, she still has to give
him that. They had sex for two hours, changing positions every few minutes, and each one
seemed more erotic than the last. He came like 14 times while she passed out after her 9th
orgasm. “Seriously, you never showed that much endurance in PE class!”

Denji just shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I never knew I had that in me.”

It’s 5 in the morning, so Denji still had a few hours before going to school. Well, she might
consider taking a day off today because... She could barely feel her groins, or maybe days off
even. “No one other than Akera had breakfast in my house. How good is that sandwich?”

Denji hummed, slightly nodding, which pleased her. It wasn’t bad at all. “One question.” He
raised one finger and placed the half-eaten sandwich on the plate again. “Why do you want
to... what do they call it? Scissoring?” You know, since Himeno is a woman, so is Akera, and
she said that she wanted to bed her friend.

Himeno tapped her fingers with a reddening blush. “Yes, Denji… I did really mean it last
night.” This kind of reminded him of Quanxi, but not fully, because Himeno loved both men
and women. There’s also a term for that, but Denji couldn’t know what it was. He wasn’t
good with Lee Gee Bee Tee stuff. "Do you agree to help me?”
“But why Hayakawa-sensei?”

“Because she is hot!” Himeno grinned at him, running her hands across her waist as she
explained to him some prominent features of Akera’s figure. Until now, the homeroom
teacher was very much unaware of her friend’s little crush on her. They did have accidental
sex before, mainly after they got super drunk and had no memory of what happened during
their little intercourses.

Now, she just wanted to do that, but sober.

Her grin remained for a few seconds before she took a bite of his sandwich, complimenting
her own work before leaning back to her seat. Just as she was about to have a smoke, Denji
grabbed the cigarette from her hand and sternly refused her offer. “Come on! Oh, how about
this? If we succeed, I invite you in too.”

“No…” As much as Denji loves sex, he won’t do it with a certain group of women he knows;
for example, he never saw Akera in a sexual way because she is his homeroom teacher, but
mostly because of her personality. “You can just drink with her until you both get drunk.

“Then where is the fun of that? Intercourses are much better when both parties are fully
aware.” Himeno went by his side before sitting on his lap. Denji nearly had a blush on his
face when her boobs pressed against his cheek. Wrapping her hands around his neck and
leaning closer to him, Himeno attempted to persuade him with promises and sweet words.
“Oh… I know it now. You loved that boobjob I gave you last night, didn’t you? Wanna feel it
again?”

Denji gulped, trying to overcome the temptation, as Himeno guided his hand to her breasts.
She murmured some words, sliding his hand into her boob crack and telling him to imagine
his dick being given a massage by her huge mommy milkers. Yes, very much. He loved that
boobjob very much. No girl in the school, save for Princi, perhaps, has a chest large enough
to perform that. To add more fun to that, she often teased him with a few kisses on the tip
while rubbing his cock between her boobs.

“Okay okay!” Denji groaned. “I will help you." Upon hearing his agreement, Himeno went
for a hug, not forgetting to rub her breasts on his face. As much as he didn’t want to burden
himself with useless promises, he still wanted to feel her breasts between his weiners again.
To him, it was heavenly.

“Thank you~” She pinched his cheeks, leaning closer to his ear with a widening smirk.
“Also, I will be sure to invite you in as well.”

“Is it really okay? I mean, would she be comfortable doing this with... not just you?" The
man had threesomes before and still wondered if the girls agreed to kiss each other while one
was being penetrated. Although Denji felt somewhat guilty about having a sneaky outing
with Akera, he still had to say that her body was great. No wonder why Himeno wanted to
have sex with her.

Himeno giggled, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Well, since I have no desire to go teaching
today, care to make my groin go extra numb?” Without hesitation, Denji picked her up by the
waist before bringing the woman to her bedroom. The sandwich was left on the plate, sadly.
Sounds of the zipper being pulled down, and afterward, Denji’s pants were thrown out of the
room. Himeno giggled before loud kissing noises soon occurred.

“Don’t expect me to give you a blowjob. I’ve just brushed my teeth.”

“I haven’t… Can I lick your pussy?”

“You’re a true degenerate, Denji.”

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“Denji!” Upon entering a random classroom, Pingtsi lunged at Denji and tightly hugged him,
and Kosumo did the same seconds later, all while the rest were sitting around a table,
Quanxi’s face showing neutrality. “You will be going with us, right!?” He nodded, and the
hug around his body tightened as the two girls rubbed their cheeks on his shirt.

As much as he felt annoyed by their clinginess, he still softly returned their hugs nonetheless.
“That bothersome vice principal has yet to give up. Each of his poor attempts to woo worsen
as time goes on.” Quanxi sighed as Denji was told to sit down beside the white-haired
woman. A sweat formed on his forehead, and he just nodded in understanding. Although he
warned Kishibe that it wouldn’t be successful because of Quanxi’s preference, the teacher’s
ignorance got hold of him, and he still insisted on rizzing her up.

"Where… are we… going?” Ryu mumbled, closing her books and turning to Quanxi, whose
gaze landed on Denji. Judging by her gaze, he knew that he was the one to give them an
answer. “Does… have fireworks?” Denji found her ways of communicating a little hard to
understand. Her sentences were incomplete; some even lacked subjects.

"Uh, how about... Tokyo Dome City?” That amusement park has a roller coaster, a ferris
wheel, and many fun activities. Denji knew of that when he directly went into that place to
sell drugs—of course not to children, but to a bunch of thugs waiting there for some good
snow. Quanxi held her chin in thought, and after a few seconds of consideration, a small nod
of her head sealed the deal.

“Does it have an aquarium!?”

“As far as I know, there isn’t one.” Her smile dropped, and her enthusiasm evaporated,
leaving only a sad, depressed Pingtsi. Quanxi tried to console her with soft pats on the back
and a light kiss on the head. Denji could feel Kosumo’s arms around his waist and her chin
on his shoulder. He could sense the unusual stare she was giving him.
However, Quanxi was aware of their little sneaky act, and from the look of it, she suspected
that Denji might have fucked her when they were going to that convention. Rape definitely
didn’t occur, considering how Kosumo acted. As much as she didn’t like the sight of her
girlfriends wanting to copulate with him, she would still allow them to, as long as they agreed
to do that with her, just like before.

A frown appeared on her face as the door was opened by none other than Kishibe, who
arrived with a smirk on his face. “Oh Quanxi, I have been looking for you.” A roll of her eyes
revealed her disgust at the vice principal’s presence. Denji felt a heavy tension between the
teachers, yet he was powerless to do anything while the girls noticed that too.

Out of the blue, Denji felt Quanxi’s hands on both sides of his cheeks before he felt her soft
lips crashing on his. “Just do it.” She whispered before sticking her tongue out for a French
kiss, which he was more than eager to do. The girls’ blushes grew redder as Quanxi began to
push her tongue deep inside, and Denji wrapped his arms around her waist, softly humming.

Kishibe’s eyes widened at Quanxi’s boldness, but instead of showing disconcern, a smirk
appeared on his face when he realized that she had been lying about only liking girls. She
kept rambling about only wanting to have sex with girls, yet she was now locking lips with
the boy. “Not so lesbian, aren’t you?”

They continued to kiss while the rest were watching in awe. Slowly, the smirk on Kishibe's
face slowly disappeared as the two were now beginning to undo their buttons. Denji’s hands
roamed across her body before firmly squeezing her bottom, and Quanxi took off his jacket
and dropped it on the ground. Kishibe grew uncomfortable, realizing they were really going
to be fucking here, and decided to excuse himself before leaving the room.

But that also meant that Quanxi was into men, judging that she was kissing Denji, and
considering how passionate that kiss was, he knew that girls aren’t the only thing she likes.
Also, they most definitely fucked, and instead of showing revulsion, he smirked, as he liked
it more when his partners were experienced.

After the door was closed, she broke the kiss and lightly pushed Denji away, wiping her lips
clean. The boy, a blush spreading across his cheeks, awkwardly rubbed the back of his head
as Quanxi turned to him with a blank face. “I only did that to divert him away. Don’t think of
it as romantic affection.” She wasn’t lying, as her skin didn’t turn red.

Denji nodded a few times, reminding himself that Quanxi was never into him. “Wow…”
Pingtsi exclaimed, her mouth and eyes widening in shock, having trouble believing that her
girlfriend just literally kissed Denji. “Quanxi-sis, will we invite him too?” She spoke in
Chinese, and the white-haired girl sadly shook her head. The response got a disappointed
look from the girl.

Not many people know, but Pingtsi was also a Chinese who moved to Japan at a young age.
Having Denji in their group sex would ruin the immersion, according to Quanxi. Also, if he
ever was invited in, he would still get overwhelmed by five girls, with Quanxi basically being
the equivalent of four girls in terms of stamina. Noticing her girlfriend’s disappointment, the
intern teacher assured her with promises of going to aquariums, and immediately Pingtsi
beamed brightly.
Well, she had no idea how much of a monster he was in bed.

“When are we going?”

“After school.”

Denji nodded, his mouth slightly opening. “Oh yeah…”

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"OHHH YEAHH!!!! LET’S GOOOOO!!” Denji and the girls, except Quanxi, all raised their
arms up as the roller coaster reached the top of the biggest hill, and their screams continued
when the trains fell down with tremendous speed. He didn’t know why, but he kept imagining
this roller coaster derailing and everyone dying.

“Hey, stop picking on me!” Kosumo yelled at him before steering the wheel to avoid the car
driven by Denji and Ryu, with the latter dumbly staring at the friendly chaos ensuing in the
area. Riding a bumper car is something Kosumo had never done before, and because of that,
she almost got picked up by Denji all the time.

To stop the bullying, Quanxi would always crash her car into his. She would do that again,
again, and again until Denji either gave up or chose a different person to bump into. Pingtsi
would always tell him to man up to hit her instead of running away like a coward, but sensing
Quanxi’s menacing stare on him, Denji was entirely sure that being a coward is still better.

After that, they both went to some random food stalls somewhere in this amusement park.
When the vendors announced the price, the girls would immediately turn their cute gazes to
Denji, who, of course, had to pay for all of that. It’s alright, Kosumo and Pingtsi would thank
him with hugs. To rub salt in his wound, Quanxi would often tell the girl to do some random
things in order to drain his money.

Cotton candies? He paid for that.

Donuts? Pingtsi ordered 10 of them, and Denji paid for all of them.

Kosumo wants some cute plushies. Guess who paid.

Ryu wanted a strawberry smoothie, and of course, it was Quan-Sike; it’s Denji!

Tsugihagi, having realized his struggle, politely refused to buy anything so as not to burden
Denji.
They decided to take photos in the photo booth, and luckily, it was large enough for six of
them to squeeze inside. Since the female students were quite short, not a single one exceeded
165cm, but Denji and Quanxi easily towered them, with just their necks hidden by the girls’
hair.

Pingtsi tapped the screen and told everyone to smile widely at the window. To be fair, he had
never used anything like this before, but despite that, he did as he was told before forcing a
grin on his face. In the corner of his eyes, Denji saw the white-haired woman just tilt her lip
into a half-smile when the girls all hugged her waist, leaving Denji with no one else to hug
with.

Still, a smile was still on his face; he wasn’t mad or jealous at all, as he was aware of the
girls’ clear affection for the intern teacher. He, after all, is just a guy who comes second.
"Alright, so we take photos and leave?”

“Nope!” Pingtsi shook her head, crossing her hands in an X shape with a cute pout. Before he
could even leave the booth, someone’s hand forcefully grabbed his collar and pulled him
back inside; that culprit was Ryu, surprisingly. The girls began to tap the screen again before
going by his side and giving him hugs from all sides, with Tsugihagi peeking her out from
behind his back so that the camera could capture her face.

All while Quanxi was standing right beside them, giving Denji a weird frown, but when
Pingtsi announced that the timing was almost up, she forced a smile on her face at the
camera. She might not want to say to the girls that she was jealous. After they were done,
they were rewarded with more than they asked for. The pictures added some cute filters to
their faces, and the girls all cackled at Denji’s face.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh as much as you want." He regretted saying that because Pingtsi kept
laughing at his silly face in the pictures for two minutes straight—like, he even heard
Quanxi’s short chuckle from behind. Though this slowly brought a smile to his face, and then
he burst into a laugh along with the girls. As much as he hates getting laughed at, he had to
admit that his face looked dumb in those pictures.

He had no explanation for why he felt a little light in his heart while watching the girls enjoy
his silly face; maybe it was because he had fun, entertainment, or company with girls instead
of indulging in countless sexual acts. Denji blinked and stared at the floor, deep in thought.
However, a single tap on the head quickly brought him back to the real world, and the girls
all wanted to go to a coffee shop to have some crepes before trying the famous centerless
ferris wheel.

“Let’s go!” They forgot to take Denji and Quanxi’s hands and just went ahead to find a place
to have a drink, leaving both of them behind as the girls tried to use their map.

“They are like idiots, but they are my idiots, Denji.” Cool, now that he knew the four female
students were spoken for. Although a relationship between students and teachers is strictly
forbidden, Quanxi didn’t care since she cared for them, and they cared for her. Denji, having
interacted with Himeno, decided to stay silent about this. “Don’t worry. I will pay from now
on.”
Finally, Denji sighed in relief, not having to worry about his wallet’s sake anymore. “Also, I
noticed that you seemed to care for them very much. Not in a romantic way, but more like a
big sister or some kind.” From soft pecks on the head to long hugs, Quanxi would try every
way to show affection to the girls, and they all realized that.

Quanxi gave him a long glance, her eyes then turning to look at the group of girls pointing
and marveling at the big ferris wheel. "They somewhat remind me of me when I was a kid,
maybe.” They were so naïve, young, and clueless, just like her before. This is also the first
time she has ever gone to an amusement park. “Did you know that Ryu has Aphasia?”

“What is that?”

“It’s a language disorder that damages your control of speech and understanding of
language.” Quanxi explained, crossing her arms and watching the girls as Kosumo pointed at
a coffee shop in that direction. Ryu’s condition reminded her of her illiteracy when she was a
child; she even had to learn elementary-level stuff in high school.

“That… sucks.” Denji awkwardly rubbed his hair, noticing footsteps getting louder until Ryu
came into view.

She just tilted her head at him before looking at Quanxi. “Coffee…” Denji didn’t know what
she was implying—either she wanted to have coffee or they found one. Still, Quanxi was the
only one who could translate her odd language and ushered them both to look for the rest of
the girls.

He noticed that Ryu kept walking close to Quanxi, trying to hog all of the white-haired
woman all by herself. Maybe she felt safe when under Quanxi’s care, considering that she
was the one to teach her how to properly spell Japanese words. “Tonight is fun, right, Ryu?”

He chuckled and turned away when the girl immediately snapped her neck to look at him.
With a rather blank face and carrying no emotion, she lunged at him and tightened around his
body. That hug almost crushed his ribs, though. Denji, eyes wide in shock, looked at Quanxi,
who was surprised to have a smile on her face, and he gently returned the hug.

“Thank… Cotton candy…” She smiled at him before breaking the hug. Strangely, Denji
noticed a faint blush on her face, but before he could even realize something, Quanxi placed
her hands on the girl’s shoulders, giving her a soft kiss on the head before telling them to
move.

Pingtsi managed to find a nice coffee shop; the downside is that it was more crowded than
they expected. Fortunately, they found a large table next to a window that allowed them to
see most of the view of this amusement park, including the ferris wheel. One of the staff
members came up to them with menus, a warm smile on her face as she placed them on the
table. “Good evening. What do you want to order, Miss and Mr?”

“A simple expresso would do.” Quanxi raised one finger. While the girls decided to have
milk tea, Denji was still struggling to pick something, mainly because he had never heard of
these and never tried them before. What is the Deep Blue Sea? Do they give him a cup of sea
water? “Hurry up, Denji.”
“I’m trying!” After careful consideration, he simply opted for some lemonade. Kosumo
lightly nudged him in the arm, saying that he could have picked something newer instead of
some lemonade, whose price is doubled compared to other coffee shops. “What? I have never
tried these before.

“You’re an idiot." She sighed, but regardless, Denji still saw a smile, and she expectedly
placed her head on his shoulder. “But you’re my idiot!” Quanxi lightly frowned when
Kosumo copied her sentence; nevertheless, she was glad that Kosumo felt happy, whether it
was her or Denji. T

The girls engaged in conversations about school, with Denji listening closely to Pingtsi’s rant
about fish and Kosumo’s idea of a cosplay. Ryu, along with Tsugihagi, just strangely sat in
silence, not bothering to open their mouths to speak with them. “Hey…” He tapped on the
mute girl’s shoulder, and she turned at him with a soft hum when Denji waved at her, and she
responded with a shy wave of her hands. "I just want to thank you for helping Kosumo make
a copsplay."

That brought a smile to her face, and she gently placed her hand on her heart, which meant
‘You’re welcome’. Since the coffee shop was quite crowded, Quanxi estimated that it would
take more than ten minutes to get their order done, and that meant she could have some fun
while waiting for it. And luckily, Pingtsi excused herself to go to the restroom. “Nature is
calling.”

With that said, two girls left the table to find the restroom while the rest were patiently
waiting for their order. “So, how do you like sewing so much? Is it a family’s tradition or
something?” She nodded. “How long have you been doing this?” She raised nine fingers up,
meaning nine years. Denji nodded in appreciation, admiring her skills.

“What do you like, Denji? I like cosplaying.” Kosumo leaned on him, her back resting on
him.

“Sex.” Denji bluntly blurted, and the memory of what happened in the convention’s restroom
flooded Kosumo’s mind. As a result, a heavy blush appeared on her cheeks, and she squirmed
in embarrassment. His eyes landed on Ryu, who was sitting quietly in front of him. "So...
what do you like, Ryu?”

“Firework…” She mumbled. Denji already knew that when he took her to a place where they
both watched a good fireworks show near the river. “They… beautiful…” Denji noticed that
he promised to take her to see another big festival show this month, but considering how
close Ryu is to the girls, he thought it would be a good idea to invite all of them.

He enjoyed talking with the girls, though they were a little bit energetic and quiet.
Unfortunately, it came to a halt when Denji felt an urge to pee. “Sorry everyone, I have to pee
now.” The boy stood up, walking past Kosumo before going off to find the restroom.

Unbeknownst to him, Pochita had already infiltrated the coffee shop. After a minute of
wandering and asking the staff for direction, he exhaled in relief as he saw what he was
looking for. The men’s room is on the right, and he walked right into it, not noticing that it
was, in fact, a disguised ladies’ room. Pochita had switched the signs by gluing a banner on
them.

Before he entered, he swore that he heard moaning and kissing inside and that this was the
men’s room he was entering. 'Ugh, gay men...' He hoped that they were doing it in the toilet
booth instead of near the door. Denji, with a tired sign, opened the door and entered the room
to see Pingtsi and Quanxi both locking lips with each other.

He was completely speechless when he entered, now noticing that he had entered the ladies’
room, but he remembered that the signs were literally telling him he should enter the one on
the right. Still, the problem was that Quanxi was making out with Pingtsi, a string of saliva
between their lips, and they resumed kissing each other again.

They weren’t aware of his presence, and luckily, the restroom was empty, saving three of
them. 'I'm just going to get out of here.” Denji turned around and noticed that the door was
locked from outside by Pochita. ‘Fuck…’ Now, with no other choice, he had to watch them
until they found out and beat him up.

“I like your cute little moans, Pingtsi. It fueled my desire to kiss you more.” Quanxi
whispered in Chinese, planting kisses on the girl’s collarbone as Pingtsi moaned in pleasure.
The teacher’s hands roamed across the fragile girl’s body, a compliment taking place after
each moan. Pingtsi squirmed, trying to convince Quanxi to stop her act, but the teacher was
rather impatient.

From the look of it, Denji could clearly see the gap in their experience. Pingtsi’s face
brightened in heat as she couldn’t do anything but gave in to Quanxi’s hungrily fierce kisses
on her neck. Denji, weirdly, almost got an erection while watching them make out. Until now,
they weren’t aware of him standing there, and the girls tried to take off each other’s clothes.

Quanxi was the first to do that, her hands slowly reaching under and sliding into her skirt.
When her hand managed to touch her pants, Pingtsi immediately whimpered in uneasiness,
mumbling that they shouldn’t be doing this, especially not here. Either she didn’t care or she
heard that, but Quanxi still insisted, softly caressing her fingers on the wet spot of Pingtsi’s
pants. “Moan for me. And look at me in the eyes.”

Pingtsi shyly opened her eyes to find herself staring at the teacher’s loving gaze, and the
mature woman leaned in closer for a soft kiss. As shy as she was, the girl still accepted her
kiss, seemingly accepting it as an apology. Their lips brushed against each other, with Quanxi
humming when she deepened the kiss with her girlfriend, who couldn’t keep up with the
white-haired beauty’s fierceness.

When she reopened Hereyes, however, she accidentally caught sight of Denji watching from
the corner. “Denji! It's not like what you think!!” Quanxi’s eyes widened in confusion, and
she turned around. Upon seeing the boy, a deep frown disfigured her face, and she angrily
walked to him before gripping his collar. “What the hell are you doing here? This is the
ladies’ room.”

“I know! I know!” Denji tried to explain that the signs literally told him that the men’s room
was on the right, but somehow it was wrong; not only that, the door was locked too. Quanxi
didn’t buy all of that, and as her grip on his collar tightened, Denji could even see the veins
popping out of the dorsal side of her hands. “Please… I didn’t mean to walk in here.”

“Quanxi-sis, please stop.” Pingtsi came to them and put her hand on Quanxi’s. Immediately,
her anger dissipated, and Denji could finally dare to breathe once she released him. Denji was
right; it was locked from outside. At first, she tried to kick it open with full force, but it didn’t
even bulge slightly. “Wait… We’re locked?”

“Yes. And someone must have done this.” Indeed, Pochita reinforced the door, knowing that
a single kick from Quanxi would break it. And if she ever dared to kick the wall, she would
have to pay a huge amount of money for that. So until Denji busted a nut or two inside of
them, they wouldn’t be released.

While Quanxi was desperately trying to burst open the door with various methods, Denji sat
down beside a crying Pingtsi, who was doing so because she was ashamed of herself for
easily getting tricked into making out with Quanxi and the fact they were locked in here too.
“Hey…” Denji tapped her on the shoulder, and she lifted her crying face up to look at him.
“It’s alright… We’ll be fine!” Probably.

Denji wrapped his hands around her frame with little force so as not to hurt her. Quanxi felt a
knot in her stomach when Pingtsi tightly hugged him for support without hesitation. She
realized that she had lured the poor girl into kissing her, and although Pingtsi showed signs of
discomfort toward the request, she couldn’t say no to her favorite teacher.

Quanxi halted her attempts and walked up toward the two students before crouching down in
front of the crying girl. "I am sorry." Denji’s eyes landed on the white-haired girl, who was
now looking down in regret. She should have done better because she is a teacher, and yet,
her lust got control of her, and she coursed Pingtsi into this.

Pingtsi wiped the tears off her cheeks; much to their surprise, she nodded and mumbled, ‘It’s
okay’. That wasn’t what Quanxi wanted to hear at all; she expected to hear curses, bad words,
and some occasional hits in the head by Pingtsi, who was way too soft to even do that. Denji
patted his back, and she subconsciously rested her head on his shoulder.

Pochita, having heard the conversations inside, figured that they wouldn’t fuck, considering
the circumstances, so it was useless to lock them inside. “Agent P, that Himeno woman has
yet to be impregnated by Denji. You better do something.” Abe sternly told the dog.

Hearing a click from the door, Quanxi noticed that the door was opened now but she couldn’t
anyone opening the door at all. Within seconds, she figured out who was culprit. “That
dog…” Denji spent a few seconds staying with the girl for a while until Pingtsi emptied her
tears and stood up. “We can’t let the rest wait for us, right?!” The smile returned, and that
relieved Quanxi.

“Okay… Can’t let my lemonade wait.”

“You two both love me, right?” Out of the blue, Pingtsi asked a question that got their
attention, Denji and Quanxi sharing a glance at each other before nodding. “And if I love you
two… that means we love each other, right?”
“Not exactly…” Denji and Quanxi coincedentally said at the same time.

“Let’s have sex together! Three of us!” Like an innocent child, Pingtsi suggested something
that disgusted Quanxi, who wasn’t fond of the idea of an intercourse with Denji. She liked to
have a group sex with her girls, after all. She glanced at Denji with a hateful look, but since
she wanted to repent for what she had done eariler, she put her hands in her pockets and
nodded.

Denji was initially against the idea, but a hard punch to the back by Quanxi quickly changed
that. “Ye-Yeah… sex is cool, right?” Pingtsi smiled happily and hugged them close to her,
and Denji gently rubbed her head as she cutely caressed her cheek on his chest.

“No penetration for me.” Quanxi whispered to him.

Abe, once again, broke his desk when he heard that. “Goddamnit, it was imported Itilian
Maple!

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After having a good night at the amusemtn park, even if it was a little costly for his liking, he
had fun and enjoyed it, Pingtsi, along with Denji and Quanxi all decided to go to the teacher’s
apartment to do that. While Denji was totally cool with the idea, Quanxi disliked it, and
Pingtsi was super nervous as she was about to be dominated by two people.

It kinda feels like you are drinking both cola and pepsi.

Pingtsi, with Denji in front of her and Quanxi behind, was completely overwhelmed by the
intensity of their kisses. The boy’s mouth tediously stimulated her with licks and soft kisses
across the neck to the jaw, while the teacher’s hands roamed across the girl’s abdomen, but
sometimes she would retract them if Pingtsi felt uncomfortable.

Although this is what Pingtsi wanted, the same didn’t apply to Quanxi at all. She preferred
having either Ryu and Kosumo instead. Without her knowledge, Denji had already taken off
the girl’s belt, feeling her rather small figure behind that dress of hers. Her body was similar
to Kosumo’s, he noticed. “You smell nice.” Denji quietly whispered, and that flattered her.

“Thanks…” Pingtsi’s blush grew redder when she felt Quanxi’s kisses on her ear and cheeks,
Denji leaned down to kiss her lips. Denji’s erection returned as she they deepened their kiss,
Pingtsi moaning into his mouth while Quanxi placed her hand on the girl’s chin and moved
her head around to kiss her. As the girls were too busy locking lips, Denji went on
unbuttoning her shirt, his breaths hitting against her collarbone and he told her to raise her
hands up.
Pingtsi complied easily, with that, Denji grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. After
that, Quanxi’s hand wandered to grope the student’s small bosom, complimenting her body
and saying that it was flawless. That made Pingtsi happy, and she cutely giggled. “Quanxi-
sis… is it hurt?”

“What hurts you, honey?” She heard Denji unhooking the girl’s bra, the blush on her face
spreading to her neck when he engulfed her nipple in his mouth. Quanxi realized that she was
referring to the penetration, which, in her opinion, somewhat hurts, but that mostly depends
on the thrusts instead. “Don’t worry, dear. I will make you feel so good that you will forget
the pain.” She assured her with soft kisses, a smile bloomed over her face as Pingtsi looked at
her with trust.

Pingtsi moaned again when the sensation of his tongue flicking her areola. She knew that the
fun had yet to start, considering that Denji hadn’t dug his hands into her skirt yet. Quanxi
took the opportunity to monopolize the girl’s pussy by sliding her hands into her skirt and
pleasantly rubbed her finger across the wet part while Denji thumbed her nipples.

“Hey, Denji. I don’t like it when my girls give you a… blowjob but I still want my girl not to
feel intense pain." Denji hummed in comfirmation before deciding to go downtown with
Pingtsi, who looked at him with confusion as he tried to pull down her skirt. Although she
had done this a few times with Quanxi, it still felt so strange and new when Denji did that,
her white panties were the only thing covering her crotch, and with her agreement, Denji
allowed himself to take that off.

Quanxi’s fingers were rubbing on the girl’s clitoris in a slow pace, focusing on working
Pingtsi up before getting to the penetration. Denji subconsciously licked her legs when he
saw her wet pussy, which he immediately put his mouth on unhesitantly. He kept licking and
slurping all the juice around her lips and folds. Pingtsi’s moans slowly got out of control
when he began to dig his tongue deeper inside, wiggling it from all side while Quanxi was
still slowly playing with the girl’s clitoris.

“Experienced, I see.” Quanxi had to admit, from the way Pingtsi bit her lips and tried to
control her moan, Denji was giving her one hell of a cunnilingus. As he was still pleasuring
her with his naughty tongue, Quanxi now removed her clothes to make Pingtsi feel more
comfortable. “Denji, take off your clothes.”

Denji pulled out to have some air so that he could speak. “Okay, maybe after this…” And
then he resumed licking her pussy. He planned to make her orgasm first, so she would felt too
sastified to even process the pain when he entered, he hoped so. Despite her pubic hair
annoyedly rubbed his nose, Denji ignored it and began to increase the speed of his tongue.
Not only that, Quanxi began to toy with her nipples, kissing her in the neck. Pingtsi couldn’t
do anything but watch as both of them used her body with care, by the way.

Quanxi muffled Pingtsi’s moans with deep kisses while Denji was focusing on giving her an
orgasm, and noticing that her body’s slight twitches, he knew that he had to be more forceful.
Denji strongly pushed his tongue deeper, his upper lips brushing against her pubes and clit,
and closed his eyes. The more she moaned and whimpered, the more the build up inside of
her got violent, and with a scream, Pingtsi finally reached her climax.
Denji, having closed his eyes seconds before, widely opened his mouth to get all of that
squirt. Quanxi looked at him with a hint of jealousy, getting a little mad for not being able to
drink Pingtsi’s virgin fluid. Pingtsi, shaking her body as Denji was still continuing to go
downtown on her through the orgasm. “That’s… gr…great…” Quanxi smiled at the girl’s
weak exclaim and gave her a light kiss in the forehead.

Her orgasm soaked his whole chin and neck in her fluid, and Denji, being Denji, licked all of
that without any shame. “You seem to have a heavy liking in pussy licking.” Quanxi
commented, yet, Denji didn’t respond her and just kept cleaning himself. “That answered
it…” After done cleaning himself, Denji sighed and unzipped his pants immediately.

After he whipped it out, Pingtsi’s eyes met the erect cock and gasped in shock, while
Quanxi’s facial expression remained its neutral look. She wasn’t particulary surprised or got
used to seeing it because a penis isn’t what she wants. “Be sure to go slowly with her or I’m
gonna finish you off.” Gulping in fear, Denji leaned down and assured Pingtsi with quick
pecks on the lips, a grin spread across his lips once he saw her little smile.

“I promise…” Denji guided his cock in front of her wet entrance, not forgetting to spit on the
shaft and rubbing it with his own saliva. Quanxi whispered to her girlfriend, saying that she
should relax her body. Pingtsi complied, but the thought of a dick that big inside of her scared
her, and this is her first time, with a person with a different gender.

Without further ado, Denji slid that cock inside slowly and gently, feeling somethinig much
thicker was coating his dick. “Huh?” Pingsti felt strange in her vagina and looked up to see
blood leaking out of her hole. Intitially, she freaked out and started to move her legs,
screaming that she was bleeding, but a quick consult from Quanxi eventually calmed her
down.

Denji knew that she was panicking, so he quickly told Quanxi to find some tissues to clean
Pingtsi off, and that she did. He quickly pulled out, and laid down beside Pingtsi, who was
covering her face. “I’m sorry…” Denji whispered to her, pressing his lips against her
shoulder as the girl was whimpering.

“It’s not your fault, Pingtsi.” Quanxi came back with a box of tissue and began to wipe all the
blood off her girlfriend’s inner thighs. Denji grabbed on and cleaned off the blood sticking to
his dick, which was losing its erect state as the time passed. After cleaning off the blood,
Quanxi laid down beside Pingtsi and hugged her, with Denji doing the same. “You should
have refused, Denji.”

“I’m… sorry…” Denji narrowed his eyes in shame, to their surprise, Pingtsi suddenly shook
her head, wiping the tears off her cheeks the second time for tonight. “No… Pingtsi, if you’re
uncomfortable, we can stop this and I will leave.”

“No! I was too weak!” Pingtsi said with a determined voice, tightly gripping her wrist and
looking at the mess she sprayed on the bed. She wasn’t referring to her early orgasm, but she
was talking about herself crying in helplessness. That’s a critical weakness of hers, everytime
she was about to face something she feared, she would either hide or cry in fear. Now, her
fear was holding her back from doing that with Denji. “Quanxi-sis said that we had to
overcome our fear!”
“Pingtsi…”

“When I said I wanted to do that with you two, I meant it!” Pingtsi raised her fist up in the air
and Quanxi, despite her disappointment, still had a smile on her face as the girl turned her
gaze to Denji, who just sighed in reluctance before sitting up and softly kissing her forehead.
“I want… you two to get naked with me… if you don’t mind…”

“Sure!” Denji grinned and took off his shirt in one swift move while Quanxi had to get off
bed to do it easier. While the teacher was getting busy, Denji and Pingtsi decided to burden
themselves by kissing. At first, she wanted to pin him down on bed, but Denji was a little too
strong and now she ended up laying flat on the mattress while he was on top of her.

Denji’s dick still hadn’t returned to its erect state, so he opted to kiss her more until he got
hard again. As what he expected, Pingtsi was rather submissive, almost allowing him to do
anything with her body, yet, he didn’t take advantage of that much, just a few kisses on the
neck before she was allowed to retaliate with barrages of kisses.

Having removed all of her cloths, Quanxi returned and crawled the two, opening her mouth
for a kiss with Pingtsi, who broke the kiss with Denji and focused on her other lover. Denji,
with now his cock slowly getting pumped some blood to it, told the girl to lay on her back.

Since Pingtsi was still getting used to this, Denji wouldn’t do anything like Cowgirl at all,
and would do positions that depended on the man like Missionary or Doggy style. As Denji
was positioning himself in front of her, Quanxi leaned down and continued to kiss the girl
until Pingtsi felt something rubbing on her entrace. “I will be strong, Quanxi-sis… Just like
you!”

Quanxi caringly ran her hand on the girl’s hair. “Are you ready?” Denji asked her, and with a
nod of confirmation, he slowly thrusted, inserting half of his length inside of her first. Unlike
the initial penetration, she felt more pain and pleasure the more he went deeper inside of her.

Denji grunted when he felt his cock being squeezed by her walls, but instead of thrusting
deeper to breach through, he waited for a while until her muscles relaxed. Quanxi lightly
patted the girl on the chest, silencing her moans with deep kisses as Pingtsi gripped the
mattress. The pleasure, the mere sensation from his thrusts made her mind go blank, all she
could do is being a good girl to Quanxi and moaning.

The girls now switched to using their tongues, lustfully dancing their wet muscles on top of
each other. Pingtsi heard Denji spitting, presumably using that to lube his dick again. Just like
Quanxi promised, she almost forgot the pain as the teacher fiercely kissed her. Every time she
tried to squirm or even move, Quanxi would just stop her from doing so and continue to lock
lips with her.

Denji, although he could thrust faster than that, still maintained his slow thrusts so as not to
hurt Pingtsi, who was whispering something to Quanxi. The teacher lightly frowned, but after
a sign of annoyance, she turned her gaze to Denji before sitting up in front of him. “Don’t
mistake this for a sign of affection. Pingtsi wanted me to do this.”
 “Do what?” Before he could even know what was going on, Quanxi forcefully grabbed both
sides of his head and pressed his lips against her. Unlike her kisses with Pingtsi, which were
filled with passion and love, hers with Denji’s was a mess, lifeless, and almost like she was
forced to do this, which was actually true. Pingtsi just wanted to watch them kiss.

Quanxi just wanted to make it quick, but Denji put a hand around her head and pushed it,
deepening their kiss. Weren’t it for Pingtsi being here? She would beat the shit out of him,
but after hearing a faint giggle from the girl, her fist stopped clenching, but Denji could still
feel the teacher’s hateful glare. ‘I’m sorry… Your lips are soft.'

Due to the stimulation of her lips on his, Denji accidentally increased his pace, with each
thrust now hitting her cervix forcefully. As a result, Pingtsi’s moans became increasingly
louder, but despite the pain, she still wanted Denji to go at this speed. Fortunately, she got
used to his size, and now Denji could go with this speed without any drawbacks.

Denji cursed himself as he felt himself to cum again; though, who would blame him when
there was a hot woman kissing him while he was thrusting deeply inside of one? He tried to
open his mouth for a French kiss, which was unfortunately denied by Quanxi, who pushed
his head away from her as far as possible. “No. That’s enough.”

That refusal got a sad sign from him. When his gaze landed on Pingtsi, Denji thrust faster as
the orgasm began to build up inside of him, gritting his teeth in pleasure and moaning loudly.
He whispered to the girl. Completely drowned in pleasure and bliss, she didn’t give a thought
to unwanted creampies and told him to do it inside if he wished.

Denji, falling for the temptation, gave her one last thrust before busting a fat nut inside of her.
His body remained on top of her for half a minute as he was emptying his urethra. Quanxi
already knew that horny teenagers would do creampies without any caution, so she prepared
some birth control pills.

After shooting that big load, Denji laid down beside her. Although he could go for rounds, he
noticed her tiredness and decided to stop, or halt if she ever wanted to do it more. Pingtsi,
drenched in sweat, breathed heavily as a smile spread across her lips. “That was… fun!”

Quanxi chuckled. “Yeah…” Denji just raised his thumb, agreeing.

“Let’s do it again! Now with him doing that with you!”

“No.”

Chapter End Notes

Well, I could have extended it a bit more, but since I was quite tired, I just called it a
night and posted it. Sorry guys, but I will soon return to write a full blown chapter of
Denji fucking all five of them.
Next should be Rakka(Falling Devil), and then Fami
 Let Him Cook (Falling Devil)
Chapter Summary

Doggy Style

Chapter Notes

Falling's name will be Rakka

Kosei Shiona (The class president in Chainsaw Man): https://chainsaw-

man.fandom.com/wiki/Class_President

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Denji woke up to the smell of semen and sex, and he quickly realized that Pingtsi was still
hugging her in her sleep. Exactly; they didn’t have too much wild sex; he, along with Quanxi,
went on sastifying the girl until they, more like Pingtsi only, wanted to go to sleep.

Well, it wasn’t too pleasant to him when Quanxi just scowled at him every time Pingtsi
requested kissing. Although both of them were against the idea, none were brave enough to
even say a refusal, fearing that it would break her heart. They agreed to kiss, but no tongue or
anything past that, despite the fact that they did that yesterday in school to annoy Kishibe.

“You wake up early. It’s just 5 a.m." Yeah, Denji gets that a lot. Since Pingtsi was sleeping
and tightly hugging him like a body pillow, Denji didn’t dare to sit up and just continued to
lay on the bed. Quanxi noticed that, and she kindly went to the bed and sat on the edge,
placing her cup of green tea on the table. “Also, you got me some good tea. A thank you for
that.”

Denji flashed her grin, watching as Quanxi, still naked, lay down beside Pingtsi and wrapped
her hands around the girl’s belly. The girl, in her sleep, noticed the familiar touch and
squirmed, adorably snoring, before rolling to the side and hugging Quanxi, finally allowing
Denji to freely move.

He immediately looked around the room to search for his pants while Quanxi was softly
caressing her hair. “I hate to say this, but my girls are fond of you." Denji didn’t say anything
because he also noticed that. Though he had yet to see any signs of interest from Ryu and
Tsugihagi, Kosumo and Pingtsi’s were as clear as day.
He didn’t mean to steal Quanxi’s girls, but due to an invisible force or his sheer dumb luck,
he somewhat got them hooked on him. Rizz, or whatever the fuck you wanna call it, he just
didn’t want to tick Quanxi off. "Then... I should avoid them?”

“The opposite, actually. It’s not like I can be with them every time due to work and that
Kishibe guy.” Denji nodded, and then he fully realized the implication she made. His
eyebrow raised in questioning, his mouth opening to utter something, but he strangely
stopped. He could technically be with them, probably taking them somewhere for fun, but
managing all four girls is not something easy.

Pingtsi was too clingy and enthusiastic.

Kosumo was so demanding and forceful.

Ryu is too blunt and would stray off easily.

Tsugihagi was extremely passive, which is a good thing, by the way.

“Okay…” Denji hesitantly accepted, bringing a small smile to Quanxi’s face as she looked at
Pingtsi, who, for some reason, had a smile bloom on her face in her sleep, as if she were able
to hear the whole conversation. “Also, have any idea how to annoy that vice principal to
make him give up hitting on me?”

“Like hell, I know. If he wants someone, he won’t give up until he gets it.” Even after seeing
them kissing and undressing, that had little to no effect on Kishibe, whose desire to bed
Quanxi was still unquivered. She could ignore his advance and continue to work as an intern
teacher, but his constant ramblings annoyed the hell out of her.

So, that meant she would have to kiss Denji every time Kishibe entered the scene just to
irritate him. It wouldn’t do much, but it could shut him up for a while. She rolled her eyes as
the memory of last night’s intercourses returned, with the image of her smooching his lips as
Pingtsi clapped her hands with a wide smile. It was embarrassing to her; not only that, Denji
sometimes would deepen the kiss, and that fueled her urge to slap him right across the
cheeks.

Still, she had to admit that he gave her quite a good cunnilingus.

But she still doesn’t enjoy his dick.

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“Isn’t it great?! The cultural festival will be starting in three days!” Yuko excitedly raised her
hands, Reze just lightly chuckling, while the Mitaka sisters were somewhat neutral to the
information, mainly because Asa doesn’t like crowded places, and Yoru was pissed that Denji
wouldn’t come along with them. The scarred-face girl continuously tried to hit his shoulders,
yelling and cursing at him, even going as far as threatening him just to change his mind. As
expected, he didn’t.

“If Denji doesn’t want to go, it’s fine!” Powa rudely exclaimed and continued to eat her buns
while ignoring the looks the girls were giving her. Out of all the people she has ever met,
Reze somewhat disliked Powa’s personality, mainly because she would slap Denji’s head,
and no, him getting used to that doesn’t justify that.

Yuko and Asa quickly became fast friends due to their quirkiness; it also took the blonde girl
a long time to open up a bit and try to communicate with more people than just Denji or
Reze. Yoru was chatting with Powa about something like Israel and Palestine, countries Denji
had never heard of before. Powa, being a moron, said, “Using civilians as a meat shield?
That’s genius!”

“Also, have you been calling your parents?” Denji moved on closer to Reze, who nodded
with a small smile as she said that they were doing fine; the war hasn’t done anything
negative to their economy or crops. She told them that she was doing well in school, had
friends, and met a fellow countrywoman. "Oh, that’s great to hear.”

“The world is a big mess." Yuko commented, but political stuff aside, her enthusiasm
returned, and she began to ramble about activities they could possibly do in the cultural
festival, from things like cosplaying horror characters to many other things she likes. Still, it
was a shame that Denji wouldn’t come with them.

“Then this year’s cultural festival will be the most boring!” Bimu yelled and let out a scream
to release all of her pent-up frustration.

Denji wanted to go, though, because one of the shows that would be held is a cosplay contest,
which undoubtedly would have Kosumo’s presence in there. In fact, maybe in this whole
school, Denji would be the only one who wouldn’t be attending that activity. “But can’t she
go there alone?” Yoru turned to him, shrugging her shoudlers.

“It’s quite far away; she would get lost.”

“Can’t she just get a taxi?”

“The check-up usually needs signatures from both the patient and the payer. Knowing my
mother’s dottiness and his father’s absence of care toward her, it will still be best if I go along
with her.” Despite Yoru’s clear anger on her face, she turned around with a huff and told him
to take care of his mother well. Although Powa could see Yoru biting her lips in acceptance,
she didn’t say anything or even laugh at it.

“You care about your mom so much, unlike me.” Powa swallowed her buns and threw a
plastic bag inside a nearby trash can. “She would always go out, drink with her friends, and
leave me alone at night.” She dusted her hands off and acted like it was a normal thing. Her
relationship with her mother was rather cold, barely interactable, and not so mother-daughter
much. Akera seemed more like a mother to her. “I’m hungry!”

“You just goddamn ate two buns earlier! How the hell are you hungry!?”

“Still, this is far from Kiga’s league.” Yoru whispered to Asa, who nodded in agreement.
While Denji was arguing with Powa about the food, no one noticed his class prez slowly
approaching the boy. Once, she stepped right behind the bench and gave him a tap in the
head, earning the boy’s attention.

"Oh, hey, prez. What are you looking for?"A friendly smile appeared on his face, as if his
argument with Powa totally hadn’t happened seconds ago. The class president was a little
taken aback by the number of girls chatting with Denji. Putting that thought aside, she
cleared her throat before speaking.

“You know, it’s now our class’s turn to help the school’s cooks, right?” Denji hummed for a
while and nodded. The Fourth East High School is a little different compared to other high
schools; their cafeteria was more like a mini-version of an eatery. Students who don’t have
bento boxes can spend a few hundred yen to buy things like shokupan or some instant
noodles. They also had a few snacks, corn dogs, and others too.

That’s why the school hired some cooks, but since this is Japan, they would ask two students
from the same class to help them in the canteen every day. “Now, it’s our turn, Denji.” The
class president tapped him on the shoulder before reminding him that the first period was
about to start.

“Tell them I’m busy.”

“It’s mandatory; unless you have any good reason for that, you must go.” Denji glanced at the
girls around him, but before he could reply, the class president forcefully grabbed his ears,
getting a pained ‘ouch’ from Denji as she added more force into that pinch. “You have
avoided this twice, Denji. And as a proud member of the disciplinary committee, you must
set an example for your classmates!”

The girls didn’t do anything to save him; instead, they were trying to hold back their laughter
while Denji was nodding his head, and the class president released his ear. She noticed Reze
and Bimu, but the rest, not so much. “Oh, sorry for my disturbance. My name is Kosei
Shinoa; I’m Denji’s classmate and his class president.”

“Hi.” Asa and Yuko friendily waved at her. Denji was gritting his teeth in pain while Shinoa
prevented him from escaping by grabbing his collar from behind. He really didn’t want to
spend all of his breakfast just to stand in the canteen, serving people’s lunches and helping
with the cooking. He could have made a quick buck by running errands.

Shinoa released him and gave him one last knock on the head as a reminder. “Remember, we
will be on duty after school too. Do not try to run off again.” Denji groaned and answered her
with a nod, which brought a smile to the class president’s face, and she quickly excused
herself and left the scene.
“From the look of it, you ducked out of a lot, didn’t you?” Yoru jabbed him in the arm,
snickering and mocking his inability to take responsibility for doing his job. He didn’t evade
much, just a few times—42 times, to be precise. Powa, as expected, complimented Denji for
playing truant, while the rest somewhat gave him judgmental looks.

Of course, Denji hates the school’s work, and the fact that he got tricked into joining the
disciplinary committee probably pissed him off. Checking students’ uniforms daily and doing
stupid paperwork bored him the fuck out. He could have done a few more things rather than
pouring boiling water into some ramen.

“Hey, Denji!” Immediately after hearing Hofuna’s voice booming behind him, Denjij,
without any hesitation, stood up, telling the girls that he had to go before hastily trying to run
away from the rich girl. Hofuna, with Sugo lightly chuckling behind her, gritted her teeth in
annoyance while Denji had already arrived at the canteen, where Shiona was already ordering
a shokupan for herself. Speaking about that milk bread, it was pretty sought after in this
school due to two reasons.

1. It was delicious and cheap compared to the convenience store.

2. It was baked by a pretty and tall lady named Rakka. Boys always go to the canteen and
buy this thing only.

She heard loud footsteps beside her and turned around to see Denji looking around with wide
eyes. “Oh, Denji… You’re here…” Due to his incredible stamina, Denji didn’t break a sweat
even after running for a whole minute at max speed, and with a heavy exhale, Denji said that
it was time to get to work.

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‘I mean, this isn’t bad at all.’ Denji first thought that, as a waiter or vice cook, he didn’t really
know his role other than helping the main cooks prepare the food. It wasn’t busy until the bell
rang, and although it wasn’t overcrowded like he imagined—just a few dozen students—he
almost had no time to rest.

“Denji, have you boiled the water?!” Shinoa called out to him while reheating the sausages
and throwing them into hot oil. Denji gave her a loud ‘yes’ before pouring the hot water into
bowls of instant noodles. While the two students were struggling to even serve a few, the
main cooks, more experienced, did those three times better with ease.

“Do we even have eggs?!”

“They’re right in the fridge, Denji.” That one tall lady pointed at the fridge with an unusually
calm smile, as if she wasn’t stressed by the demands of the students. About her height, she
was freaking tall—maybe even taller than Seigi, who is like more than 180cm already. “Make
haste, boy.” She went back to her job, and with the speed that made her seem like she had
multiple limbs, it somewhat helped Shinoa.

After he grabbed a ridiculous amount of eggs, he immediately went on to make some

omelettes for the customers. Usually, only experienced cooks are allowed to flip the eggs, but
since there were only Denji, Shiona, and that tall lady, with two more taking a day off
because they felt sick, it was up to him to make the dish. “Okay… Denji, you can do this.
Just don’t remember that one time you accidentally flipped the egg too hard and it literally
stuck to the ceiling, and your mother laughed at that for a whole day.

After composing himself, Denji cracked the eggs and poured them all into a big bow before
beginning to beat them all nicely. He cooked a lot, mainly at home and for his mother as well.
She usually taught him some cooking tips that she learned from her mother, and he now
wanted to use that knowledge.

After heating all three pans at once, Denji poured the content until it covered the bottom—all
three of them, to be exact. Sure, he could have made one omelet just to be safe, but since time
is of the essence, he had to make haste. “Hold up, guys... Let him cook.” Almost fascinated
by Denji’s determination, the students all stepped back and watched as Denji throughly
stirred the eggs and titled the pans to the side.

It was stressful, yes, and Denji’s forehead began to sweat profusely when he carefully gave
the pan a few taps at the handle to slowly flip the egg. The heat was quite low, so he didn’t
have to worry about the other eggs getting burned. He just knew what he was doing when he
heard gasps of applause from the students, Shinoa, and that pretty lady also, and with a sharp
exhale, Denji took the risk and flicked the egg, and luckily, it fell right back to the pan.

“Holy hell, I fucking did it!” His first ever successful attempt at making a rounded omelet
But instead of wasting time cheering and being in shock, Denji put that product on a plastic
plate before going back to make more omelettes. The students were quite taken aback by how
well-made that egg was, and now, instead of craving that overrated Shokupan, the boys all
want to have an omelet.

“Wow…” Shinoa was entirely speechless, while Rakka nodded at him in impression.
Normally, the cook wouldn’t do anything such as a tedious dish to the students as the
breaktime was only 45 minutes. Although he was doing great, it took him more than a minute
to make one omelet.

Still, quite an impressive feat in cooking.

Later.

After doing that for 15 minutes, the numbers of students slowly went down, and the students
—nearly all of them having at least a dish of omelette—chatted about Denji, who flashed
Quanxi’s girls a big grin as they enthusiastically waved at him. So far, they seemed to enjoy
his eggs, and that put a cocky smile on his face.

"I didn't know I had that in me."

“That was... impressive, Denji!” Shinoa came up to him and patted his back in awe. Just like
many others before, she thought Denji was completely useless because of his dumb look,
laziness, and undying lust, but now that prejudice has somewhat disappeared after this.
“Where did you learn that? Can you teach me with that!?”

“It was a stroke of luck."

“Being able to flawlessly make 45 omelettes without a single failure is one of 14348907
possibilities, Denji. I doubt it was luck.” With a smile on her face, Rakka came up to Denji
and applauded his efficiency and speed. In her experience of working here for three years,
this is the first time she has ever seen anyone admirable like Denji, who, in fact, achieved all
of that through luck. “You can call me Rakka.”

Denji took a few seconds to look at her height and her body as well. He might not know if he
had a thing for tall ladies with huge breasts, but he sure knew that one was standing in front
of him. Denji tried his best not to get hard as he eyed her chest. She was like, but she added
some inches. "Yeah, well, thank you."

Pochita, having realized what he should do, quietly reloaded his darts and was quickly on the
move, waiting for the right opportunity to shoot them. "Oh, it’s good to see you here, Denji-
kun.” Hearing that voice earned a groan from him. As he turned around to face his next
customer, he saw the smug on Yoshida’s face, and she just smiled at him. Not gonna lie, she
is certainly pretty and mysterious, but he hated her because she dirtied his clothes. But since
she is a customer, Denji had to put his frustation aside and nicely ask her what she wanted to
eat. “They said that the omelette was nice. I might give that a try.”

“Sorry, we ran out of eggs. Try something else.”

Rakke cleared her throat. “Actually, we still have plenty left. I just left them somewhere in
there.” She patted Denji on the shoulder and told him to come along with her while Shinoa
would stay there, continuing to reheat the Shokupan. Hiromi was aware that she had to wait,
so she decided to take a seat and play with her phone.

Denji politely kept her eyes off her bottom, complimenting how clean the floor was while
they were walking inside to find some eggs. Pochita silently followed them, and with his
precise accuracy, he managed to shoot the dart right at Rakka’s neck and immediately dip. As
the aphrodisiac was slowly injected into her blood, Denji, knowing what was about to come
next, quickly went to lock the doors and waited.

Rakka was on the ground, complaining about the headache with groans, before she finally
noticed him. "Oh, we have a good-looking young man here, am I correct?” She giggled, with
her mind now filled with desire to copulate, with Denji seemingly multiplying as she stepped
toward him. As she was walking, the tall lady slowly took off her apron, and Denji quickly
got to work by zipping down his pants.

Girls having headaches and getting in heat are something too familiar to Denji now. At this
point, if someone ever showed signs like this, Denji would just make sure that doors and
windows are locked so they wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone. The more they got undressed,
the more the blush on her cheeks spread. “Oh my, such a big bulge.” She exclaimed when
Denji removed his pants, and as they began to hug, his face rubbing against her chest, she
leaned down to lock lips with him.

Denji didn’t mind having sex with her because he found her attractive and hot, to say the
least. So far, he has mostly kissed girls that are shorter than him, with Himeno, Akera, and
Tendo being the exception, but Rakka was a different experience as she was a few feet taller
than him. He felt like every time his lips touched her, his feet left the ground, and he was
floating or something. Not just her boobs that are big, but her ass too.

His hands wrapped around her waist, feeling her attractive lumar curvature before coping
with the feel of her big ass behind that jean. Rakka let out a long moan when Denji, not just
giving her buttocks a good massage, began to suck her breasts through her shirt hungrily. “So
impatient, I see.” She chuckled.

Denji hummed in sastification, closing his eyes while sucking on her breasts through layers
of clothes. That soon came to a halt when she unbuttoned her shirt, and before she could even
unhook her bra, Denji already did that for her and immediately resumed sucking on her tits
ferociously. He dug his sharp teeth gently into her skin and areola, happily humming and
breathing while Rakka was trying to suppress her moans.

As if that wasn’t enough, Denji’s hands wandered around her ass to her thighs, feeling the
smooth and long quads of hers, though they were no match to Akane’s or Hofuna’s. Rakka,
face as red as a tomato, put a hand on his chin and tilted his head up for a kiss, and he eagerly
complied with her wish. Doing it here in the storage isn’t an ideal place, but for Rakkussy, he
would absolutely be down for it.

“Now, shall we skip the dessert and head straight to... the main course?” Denji would like to
have her mouth sucked on his hard cock, and maybe he could return that favor with a good
pussycat licking, but since they couldn’t waste too much time in here since they were still on
duty and Hiromi was still patiently waiting for her omelette, Denji bit his lips and signed
before telling her that they would be doing doggy style first.

As much as he wanted to feel those large breasts between his cocks, he had to make it quick.
“Main course, it seems.” She said with a chuckle, already on all fours, as he wished. Seeing
that toned butt through the jean, he wetted his lips in lust, his eyes widening as he moved his
hands closer to that and then pulled it down to her knees. As soon as he saw her white
lingerie and wet spot on her crotch, he drooled in lust and awe, and now he couldn’t wait to
stick his dick in. “Come on, boy... You can say this is a reward for your efficiency.”

He felt like that lingerie was an obstacle to their pleasure, so she decided to take it off, not
ripping it, just sliding it half way between her thighs, and that allowed him to fully view her
dripping wet pussy. She was very hairy, but that didn’t turn him off at all. Rakka’s breaths
noticably changed when Denji rubbed his glans against her entrance, giving it a few strokes
and lubing it with his own saliva before it managed to enter her.

He let out a long exhale when his tip went inside of her, and Rakka softly whimpered, and it
soon turned into a moan when Denji thrust his hips, inserting his dick deeper inside of her
moist cave, and her toes curled up in pleasure. Denji took a moment to admire the sheer
pleasure of the walls tightening around his cock. After waiting for a few seconds, he could
now freely move his hips.

Denji, of course, wouldn’t forget other features of her body, like her ass, for example. “Oh
yeah…” Denji moaned as he placed his hands on her ass, feeling the smooth skin and how
round it was. Even though she was taller than him, it now felt like she was beneath him,
being submissive and moaning like crazy. Despite the desire to end this as fast as possible,
Denji still slowly moved his hips to make sure that she would remember this pleasure clearly.

The way her ass moved almost like a ripple each time his waist made contact with her skin
kind of fueled his desire to toy with it more. He couldn’t see her breasts from this view, but
he sure knew that they were jiggling violently at each thrust. Their loud moans and cries of
pleasure filled the storage, so loud, in fact, that Shiona swore that she heard something in
there, and due to curiosity, she placed her ears on the door and tried to make out the strange
sound.

They didn’t have to worry about getting caught much since Denji had locked the door earlier,
and that was what Rakka wanted. Denji heard her whispers, but he couldn’t tell what she was
saying. As he leaned down closer to her, Rakka turned around and whispered the same phrase
she was trying to say to him. “Go… faster.”

“As you wish, chef!” Denji licked his lips, and the grin on his face widened as he picked up
the pace, hitting her cervix harder after each of his hard thrusts. He steadily grabbed her waist
for support and didn’t stop at that speed, much to Rakka’s shock. Denji, like a mindless
machine, increased his speed when she moaned in pleasure.

To his frustation, he didn’t feel any orgasm buidling up inside him while Rakka’s squirt hit
his legs during the intercourse. Shamelessly, he wiped the juice dripping from his thighs and
tasted it. “It was exquisite!” Denji grinned, while Rakka was too deep in sexual bliss as he
continued to go ball deep inside of her.

Denji stopped thrusting for a while to grab her wrists and pulled Rakka back. With her back
now laying flat on his, his hands now had access to her large breasts, thumbing the nipples in
a playful manner. Her ponytail ticklishly hit his neck, and he flicked it off before nipping on
her neck and starting to thrust his hips once again.

The heat of their session seemed to only increase as time went on. Right now, both of them
could have forgotten their purpose of going to the storage, but that mattered not because
Denji had a nut to bust inside of her. Rakka opened her mouth, poking her tongue for a
sloppy kiss, and to comply with her wish, Denji crashed his lips against her before beginning
to do tongue things with her. His hands momentarily stopped groping her breasts for a while
and traveled upward to her neck, deepening their kiss while his thrusts got faster.

Denji could now feel himself about to orgasm. He could have warned her, but due to the
sensation building up inside of him, all he could have uttered was moans and grunts in
sastfaction before he gave her one last thrust that strongly hit against her cervix, Rakka
feeling like it was trying to penetrate into her womb. She could feel something dripping
inside of her vagina, and after he pulled out, visible cum in his tip, she already knew that
Denji had done it inside of her.
Denji released her wrist and gave her one last kiss on the lips before helping her get dressed
up. Since there were no tissues in here, Rakka reluctantly let her crotch soak in his semen.
Shiona, who now knew what happened inside, quickly covered her face to hide the growing
blush. Hiromi noticed the weird wide eyes of the class prez, but she didn’t care about it
much.

Almost like nothing happened, Denji and Rakka unlocked the door and walked out with a big
batch of eggs. "Oh, hey, did... Yoshida complain about waiting for too long?” Denji asked
Shiona, who now couldn’t look at him and the cook in a normal way anymore. He raised his
eyebrow, asking her again, and she said no. “Oh okay…” As he was going to make some
omelettes, Shiona eyed him with careful eyes, in either disgust or awe. She still couldn’t
believe that Denji and Rakka would have done something vulgar, especially at this moment.

"Oh, hey Quanxi-sensei, what do you want to have?”

“Omelette. The girls said it tasted great.”

“Yes ma’am! One for you right away!”

“But what about me, Denji-ku?

“In a minute!” Denji yelled at Yoshida.

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After school, Denji and Shiona were tasked with cleaning the classroom, with the girl
cleaning the board and desks while Denji was mopping the floor. There was only silence
between them, mainly because the girl couldn’t get rid of that memory of them having sneaky
sex in the storage. “Hey.” She flinched when Denji called out to her, and he pointed at the
board. “You forgot to clean that part.”

“Oh! I was... thinking.” She smiled and recleaned the whole board again. Denji just shrugged
his shoulders before focusing on his work again. Shiona looked at Denji with questions in her
head. Did he fuck those girls? Did he fuck some of the teachers? Still, it was hard for her to
believe that someone like Denji would be even able to get laid.

As they were cleaning the classroom in silence, they heard a tap on the door, and they all
turned in that direction to see Tanaka-sensei. “Oh, Kosei, I was looking for you. I thought
you had gone home already.” With a smile that made her uneasy, the teacher approached the
girl, putting his hands on her shoulders and caressing her arms.
 Denji didn’t give much of a care to them since it looked normal for him, but upon closer
inspection, he noticed Shiona’s forced smiles, and she was avoiding his gaze, almost as if she
were uncomfortable with that teacher. "Now... should we continue it here? After that useless
Denji leaves,

“Shiona, I’m having a little trouble here. Can you help me?” Denji shouted, earning a growl
from the teacher as the boy intentionally sabotaged the mop. “I can’t squeeze the water out of
my head.” Shiona knew this was the perfect opportunity to escape Tanaka-sensei and
immediately excused herself to go to him. A frown appeared on his face as the girl went to
Denji, and she thanked him for no reason.

He clicked his tongue, but he still stubbornly waited until Denji went home. "Oh, also, my
arms are a bit weak because I got cramps earlier; can you help me lift this bucket to the
restroom?” Shiona didn’t dare look at the teacher and agreed to help him just to avoid him.
Denji, with a grin, grabbed the handle along with her, and they both went off to the restroom.
“Denji…” Tanaka narrowed his eyes.

"Thank you.”

“Nah, you’re welcome.” Denji grabbed that heavy bucket all by himself. “I know that look.
He was trying to get into your pants.” Since Tanaka was very loved among the students,
surely a basless claim like he was interested in a student wouldn’t be enough. They needed
concrete evidence to prove that. “Don’t worry…. I will back you up whenever he shows up.”

To be fair, he didn’t know why he even offered to protect her; maybe she was pretty or
somewhat similar to Yuko. Hell, he didn’t have a clear answer for that, but that little promise
gave her a blush. "Thank you, Denji.” She looked back to see if the teacher was watching
them; luckily, he wasn’t. Hesitantly, she grabbed his free hand and gripped it; although Denji
lightly winced at the pain, he still didn’t say anything about it.

‘Man, how cool I was!’

Chapter End Notes

Well, I retconned the class president a bit, changing her from sleeping with Tanaka to
being coursed by him. Well, it's an certainly easier way to get her fuck Denji.

Next, you fucking guess it, Fami! Some might not like it, but I will soon refer her as
Kiga because... Japan.

Also, I binge watched Invincible ss1, and I have to say... Imported Italian Maple.
Though... I kinda want a Invincible harem fic...

P/S: lol somehow my fics got the attention of r/chainsawfolks... I don't know if that was
a good thing but damn, someone got mad because I genderbent Angel and Yoshida
https://www.reddit.com/r/Chainsawfolk/comments/18ej2t0/the_greatest_chainsawman_f
anfiction_praise_shinzo/
https://www.reddit.com/r/Chainsawfolk/comments/18ebe24/170_thousand_words_thats
_almost_14th_of_the/
 A Very Hungry Girl (Power, Fami)
Chapter Summary

Power: Stealth sex, Very much kissing, Scratching and clawing

Fami:Blowjob, Doggy style, Reverse Cowgirl position,

Chapter Notes

I will just call Fami 'Kiga' instead

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Welcome to my stream. Enjoy the sight of me eating all of this seafood. We got 6 lobsters, 3
king crabs, 10 squids, and more than 15 pounds of shrimp."Without further ado, the light
pink-haired girls with earrings immediately dug in while the chat was complimenting her
straightforwardness. Unlike other mukbangers, Kiga, or LeaveAfricaAlone, just said a quick
introduction before starting to munch all of the food.

If some random company wanted her to advertise their product, she would just say a thing—
at most two sentences—before going back to eat. She had quite a good fanbase, it seems,
with over 6 million subscribers on Youtube. Well, not too big like other international
mukbangers, but at least she got a few collaborations with Bayashi TV.

Well, she doesn’t interact with the chat much because food is basically what she craves. Kiga
always found joy in eating, even if it meant being scolded by teachers whenever she sneakily
ate something during class. Well, one more thing: her body was weird in a good way; she
never gained any weight. She glanced at the screen, seeing a few comments that asked her
about her school.

“I did well in my midterm exam. Thank you.” She snapped a leg of the king crab and used
some scissors to cut the shell, allowing her to scoop that long piece of crab meat out. "Oh, I
almost forgot to ask. Do you guys have any recommendations for me? I kind of want to have
some BBQ, to be exact.” She threw the crab meat in her mouth while the chat was literally
exploding.

To be fair, most suggestions were a no to her, as she had already gone there once. Right
before she gave up and went back to eating, an unfamiliar name managed to grab her
attention. “Shiawase Yakuniku? And they are having a discount for... couples?” She had gone
there once, but that was a year ago, and she found the food rather delicious. Damn, they
might even have new dishes.

Well, one problem is that she doesn’t have a boyfriend to begin with. Kiga was never the one
to indulge in relationships since it was a waste of time. Why spend time being in love with
someone when you can use that time to eat more food? The chat began to get ardent as Kiga
froze in thought, wondering if it would be worth it to get a fake boyfriend.

Sure, she loves food and would do absolutely anything to have it. So, not to the audience’s
surprise, Kiga blurted out. “I do have a boyfriend. That place sounds nice.” She should really
ask her cousins for this one.

Tomorrow.

“So… You’re looking for a boyfriend to come to a yukiniku restaurant?” Yoru asked again,
and Kiga nodded, peacefully eating a few shokupans in the cafeteria. The two Mitaka sisters
shared a confused look at each other before glancing at their cousin again. Sure, she just
wanted to find a fake boyfriend so that she could get a discount, even though money wouldn’t
be a problem for their successful cousin.

The sisters came up with a few suggestions, but all were brushed aside as she wanted a guy
that could compete with her eating skills. Kiga deemed that it would be awkward if she was
just the one eating while her partner was just patiently waiting for her to eat all of the beef.
"Well, that greatly lowered the chance of finding one." Yoru shrugged her shoulders, and Asa
just blankly stared at Kiga as the hungry girl just finished her fifth milk bread. “I must admit,
Denji’s omelette yesterday was really good.

“Denji? That one yellow-haired boy running around the halls?” Kiga didn’t go to the
cafeteria yesterday because she was busy eating her own bento box. From the nod of Asa,
Kiga was certain that the Denji guy might have some cooking skills, and she hoped that he
might be the perfect one. “Do you guys know of... Denji?” She titled her head to the side
while Yoru’s grin widened at the mention of her sort of friend with benefits.

"Oh, that one.” Yoru crossed her hands and leaned closer, while Kiga just raised an eyebrow
in suspicion as the scar-faced girl whispered something in her ear. “He is that school’s errand
boy who would do anything, as long as you repay him. Boys for money, and girls for sex.”
She just wanted to mess up with Kiga a bit. Denji absolutely didn’t ask for sex as payment;
he just wanted money, but Kiga, however, took that a little too seriously.

Of course, Kiga had never been in a relationship before, let alone had intercourse with
anyone. She wasn’t typically extroverted, and she radiated some kind of creepy aura, so she
doubted anyone would agree to go out with her. But since she was, for lack of a better word,
too lazy to even ask people out, she just opted to choose Denji instead. “Okay, where can I
meet him?” Kiga wanted to see if Denji was suitable or not.

“Speak of the devil!” Yoru turned to the left and grinned once Denji walked up to their table,
hands in pockets, as the boy loudly yawned, not caring about mannerism. He specifically
came here to borrow something from Yoru, who then told him to sit down beside her before
introducing him to the eating Kiga. “Denji, meet my cousin, Kiga-chan!”
“Kiga?” Denji glanced at the girl, noticing that she had some weird earrings, which is against
the rules, mind you, and she was looking at him with a neutral face. Appearance-wise, he
looked fine, somewhat normal, and plain; the blonde hair made him more distinct. Not to be
rude, but he looked dumb and retarded with that slightly opened mouth, but aside from that,
he was perfect to her liking.

“Do you like eating?” Kiga bluntly asked.

Denji blinked, being slightly taken aback by the question, but nevertheless, he nodded. “I like
eating jam sandwiches." Cheap, simple, and easy to make. He just needed some fruit jam and
a few slices of bread, and he was done. Kiga gave him an unimpressed nod, saying that jam
bread is relatively normal. "So... what exactly are you saying?”

“Kiga, my cousin..." Yoru patted him on the shoulder and turned his gaze to the eating girl.
“Wants to go to a restaurant that is having a discount for... couples.” At first, Denji blinked a
few times in confusion, but then he realized what his purpose was. Overreacting wasn’t what
he did; he just held his chin in thought before eyeing Kiga. He noticed that she kind of
resembled Yoru the most, but wow, this is the seventh shokupan already.

She eats a lot, he noticed. And despite that enormous amount of food, she still somehow
maintained her skinny form. He met her a few times at the school gate, but he never tried to
start a conversation because they were functionally strangers to each other. Now, she just
wanted him to be a fake boyfriend for her. He is fine with that, as long as he gets some bucks
after this.

Let’s hope that she won’t use sex as payment.

Asa shed a sweat, predicting that this wouldn’t end well. “Yoru…”

“This was bound to not end well," Yoru turned to her sister with a grin.

They would fumble hard. Denji would do fine for most parts. He hadn’t ever gone on a date
before, but at least he could improvise. Kiga, on the other hand, was a totally different story.
She was blunt, straightforward, and a little empty-headed to a certain degree. Still, they
hoped that it wouldn’t be too bad. “You like yakuniku?” Denji spoke to break the silence.

“I like everything I have tried.” So essentially, she loved eating very much. Denji was a little
surprised, as she had already finished all ten shokupan, and now she was even planning to
have something else to eat. “Meet up at my house at 7 p.m. Yoru or Asa will show you the
way.”

"Okay…" Denji nodded, and Kiga went off to the counter to buy something else. After she
left, Denji was free to express his thoughts about the weird girl. “What the hell? Is her
stomach endless?” As much as he found her cute, this is way too absurd. Bringing her to a
buffet restaurant was the best choice.

“Don’t worry. She will cover the expense. That got a sigh of relief from Denji. He was going
to eat some beef with Kiga, and that’s kind of cool. Although she said that she would pay,
Denji would, to appear polite, eat at the bare minimum. Also, he should buy something for
his mother. “So, how is it to go on a date with a girl younger than me?” Yoru grinned.

“Kiga is miles better than you.” Asa said with an unimpressed tone, and the older sister
immediately turned around to scold her while Denji was watching with a smile, also agreeing
with Asa even though he didn’t know much about Kiga, who now has returned with some
bottles of coke, a few more shokupans, and a few packs of spicy noodles.

Just like that, Kiga went back to eating without giving a single care about her surroundings.
The group of four could hear murmurs of surprise from the students once they caught a
glimpse of her feats. Some were impressed, and some were disgusted. “To whomever is
LeaveAfricaAlone’s boyfriend, prepare to empty your wallet!”

As expected, Kiga didn’t bother to even look at who spread the joke and just continued eating
her ‘breakfast’. It got Denji’s eyes wide too. Putting that aside, he began to feel someone’s
hand on his crotch from under the table. Judging by the look of it, he predicted that it was
Yoru, who, indeed, was giving him a suggestive look on her face. With a stern voice, Denji
grabbed her hand by the wrist. “Not yet… Maybe after school.” That delay didn’t wipe the
smirk off Yoru’s face; instead, it widened in glee. Asa, who had witnessed their dirty acts
right in the cafeteria, cleared her throat.

“Come on, Asa! I can let you join in too if you want.” Asa bit her lips, a blush slowly
appearing on her face, before she flicked her sister’s forehead and said that she wasn’t
interested. As usual, Kiga didn’t care about the whole conversation and just focused on her
food instead.

“Yo Denji!” Out of nowhere, Powa sat on his lap unexpectedly, pressing her back against his
torso as the boy recoiled back in surprise when the feral girl just appeared. As usual, the girl
had a grin on her face, and Yoru groaned in disappointment. “My puss-puss is acting up
again! And I want you to help me with that!”

The Mitaka sisters and Kiga didn’t know what the girl was implying, but Denji, who knew
that Powa was horny and wanted to do it right now, If he refused to, she would claw, bite, and
hit him until he changed his mind, so Denji had no choice but to nod in agreement. Powa
immediately hugged him with a contented smile. “Okay, just get off me.”

“No!” Powa ignored his wish and hugged him tighter, while the girls just dropped a sweat.
Although it was a little awkward, Denji just let her hug him as long as she wanted.

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They were now doing it right in the library. Did not mean to disrespect the librarians, though.
Powa tried to keep her moans as minimal and quiet as possible, but the constant, strong
thrusts of Denji that made his cock hit the deepest part of her vagina continuously just got her
moan louder. To effectively shut her up, Denji leaned forward and silenced her with her lips,
Powa humping in pleasure as Denji lifted her up and pressed her back against the bookshelf’s
side.

They were in the most secluded part of the library, barely barely reaching their position, and
to be honest, this section had Twillight and Fifty Shades of Grey, so definitely no one would
ever come here to even find them doing dirty acts. Powa sucked all of the air out of his
mouth, deepening the kiss and wrapping her hands around his neck for support. She wasn’t
too heavy, so Denji didn’t find it difficult to lift her weight.

Of course, they still had their clothes on, but that didn’t mean they would lose the heat of
their make-out session. He lifted her skirt up past her waist, revealing her pants beneath that
layer of pinafore, and he just set the gusset aside before doing the penetration raw. They were
so impatient that she didn’t care that his dick wasn’t fully erect, but it might be better this
way for Powa.

“Omh Gomd!” She exclaimed in pleasure while her voice was muffled by the fierce kisses.
Denji was aware that Powa is quite a screamer in intercourse, so he always had his mouth
occupied by kissing her without a rest. Powa closed her eyes, whimpering as the sensation
became more painful and pleasurable as time went on. Fortunately, the librarian wasn’t aware
of what was happening for now.

Denji’s tip restlessly kissed her cervix; the more he increased the speed of his thrusts, the
more she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. Being denied the privilege of moaning is
like the frustating sensation of an incoming sneeze suddenly disappearing. Powa hated that,
so she intentionally looked away to free her lips from his, but Denji still annoyedly locked
her lips with her.

Couldn’t they just wait until they got home?

He couldn’t translate what she was saying just by the moans, but he finally heard ‘Release’
Upon knowing what she wanted, Denji shook his head, and immediately Powa hit him in the
hands with a deep scowl. If they ever got caught, suspension would be the least harsh
punishment they could receive, and of course, Powa didn’t give a fuck about rules.

She thrashed and tried to break out of the kiss, but the forcefulness in his kisses and the
constant deep thrust of Denji erased her mind blank. Blushes appeared all over her skin, with
Denji’s breaths hitting against her chin when he pulled out to have some air before shutting
her up again. Just like Powa, Denji just wanted to groan and moan from the pleasure of her
walls tightening around his cock. The only way he could express his joy in this is with his
closed eyes.

It was a good thing that the bookshelves were nailed to the ground, so they didn’t have to
worry about the creaking wooden sounds. His pubic area repeatedly hit her ass, which
somewhat compensated for her flat boobs. Denji wasn’t typically an ass guy, unlike some
weird pink-haired boys, but he would appreciate them. He began to feel her tongue sloppily
touching his, as if she were urging him to go tongue-to-tongue with her.

Denji was easily tempted, but just as he was about to poke his tongue, he quickly crashed his
lips on hers again, realizing that Powa was just baiting him to let her scream. ‘NO!’ He
deeply scowled at her, and Powa winced in disappointment; she just wanted to scream out to
let him know that she was enjoying this.

His hands roamed across her body, feeling the slight curves of her body and smelling the not-
so-fragant scent of Powa’s. Denji didn’t mean to hurt her emotionally, but he could literally
see dandruff on her scalp. Powa wasn’t known for keeping herself clean all the time; there’s a
reason why she is called feral by her classmates.

Despite that, Denji just shrugged it off and continued to kiss her fiercely. He could feel her
moans about to leak out as the speed and intensity of his thrusts seemed to increase, making it
harder to control her moaning. Too lost in their sexual bliss, they certainly didn’t notice that
the younger Mitaka, Asa, was just steps away from them.

Denji didn’t acknowledge her presence and just kept on humping Powa with uncontrollable
lust. They were silent for the most part, so Asa couldn’t hear them. “Should I read Twilight or
the DaVinci Code?” From the look of it, she absolutely had no taste; even Yoru sometimes
called her out for that. "Lord of the Flies might be good.” It was quite a decent choice. She
picked up a random book and left for the counter to borrow it.

Denji and Powa, not knowing that Asa was this close to catching them in the act, continued
to fuck untiredly in the dark corner of the library without a care. The girl reached a short
orgasm, jerking her head back in rapture. Her body lightly shook as Denji still kept thrusting
his hip, ramming his waist against her buttstock while they were still locking lips, with Denji
trying to muffle her moans.

Once Denji knew he was about to reach his orgasm, he deepened the kiss with Powa,
pressing her back against the bookshelf harder as he increased the force of his thrusts. The
feral girl’s chest almost felt like it was about to implode as she desperately screamed. Powa
didn’t want the intercourse to be like this; she just wanted to shriek in joy.

Her built-up frustatin soon translated to violence as her claws scratched his arms, her nails
digging into the skin so strongly that it left marks leaking out blood. Denji lightly winced in
discomfort and pain, trying as hard as he could to not break the kiss. It was very painful, in
fact, but Denji gritted his sharp teeth and endured the pain until he unexpectedly stopped,
Powa noticing his body slightly relaxed.

He stopped, and at last, after he broke the kiss and earned a quick slap on the head by Powa,
he could finally moan in pleasure while he was shooting a load inside of her. “Kill yourself,
Denji, now!” Her yell wasn’t loud enough for the librarian to hear it, but Denji surely
wouldn’t unalive himself because he was too busy moaning and emptying his load inside of
her.

“Yeah yeah…” He shuddered as he slowly pulled out his flaccid cock, and immediately a
long trail of semen leaked out of her vagina and fell on the wooden floor. Powa’s breath
initially was a little messy, but she composed herself a few seconds later, and once she did so,
she slapped his head again. “Okay! I’m sorry…”

“Be quiet!” The librarian shouted and went back to reading.

“So next time, we should really do it somewhere outside of school."

“My house, then!” Bimu, out of nowhere, appeared right beside Denji with a thumbs-up and
a big grin on her face. However, the sudden arrival got a yelp of surprise from both of them,
and the librarian shushed them up once again.

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Denji, as usual, just picked a simple t-shirt and some khaki pants to go on a date(?) with
Kiga, who wore fairly casual clothing. She just picked a turtleneck sweater and a jean skirt,
along with a small purse. He just wondered why her earrings looked so weird. "So... you will
be paying?”

“Yes. Consider this a buffet.” She was a little cold, rude, even. Denji was fine with that, as
long as he got paid. Once they reached the Shiawase Yakuniku, which had been renovated,
she noticed. At the entrance, there were a few people standing outside, showing their phones
to the security guard for some reason.

Once Denji and Kiga both stood at the entrance and she said a table for a couple, the guard
crossed his arms, not believing what she said. “Proof.”

“Excuse me?” Kiga tilted her head, narrowing her eyes, as the guard blocked the entrance.
“What proof?”

"You two are in a relationship. I kicked out a few false couples already.” So, that explained
why some couples showed him the phone because the lock screen showed them hugging and
kissing cheeks, while Kiga and Denji, both of whom were totally fakes, never said anything
to each other until now. At first, Kiga tried to reason with him, but Denji, thinking that it
wouldn’t work, decided to grab her head and kiss her right on the spot.

The guard was slightly taken aback, but when Kiga softly wrapped her hands around her neck
and intensified the kiss, he totally believed that they were a thing. “Okay, you two can go in.”
The guard dropped a sweat when Denji and Kiga moaned at each other, and they kept on
kissing. “Alright, that’s enough! Get the fuck inside!”

He pushed both of them inside, and they finally broke the kiss. “Come on, let’s go.” Kiga
seemed unfazed by the kiss and just walked up to the counter. Denji was quite stunned by her
bluntness and dedication, just to have some discounts and some perks. He blinked in
confusion when Kiga took his hands and led him to the table near the window.

“Worried about the kiss?” Once their butt touched the seat, Kiga immediately asked him.
That wasn’t his concern, though; it was more about her frankness, after all. “So, you know
how to cook the meat on this charcoal grill? If you don’t, it’s fine.”

“No… I can do it.” Since she was the one paying, he could at least show some respect by
cooking and cutting the grilled beef for her. Well, one problem: his speed couldn’t match
Kiga’s eating speed, not in the slightest. “So, why do you like eating so much? Because you
just want to feel full, or it’s passion?”

“Both.” That explained it. Kiga is like a hyena; an animal is said to always be hungry. The
waiter came up to them and placed a few bottles of Coke on the table, along with two cups of
ice. Of course, she immediately poured herself a cup and drank it all in one big gulp. Denji
was surprised to see her form and looked at his skinny self again.

“I heard that you have a Youtube channel... Wow…”

"I made it when I got into high school. I had a talent for eating, and I’m not doing that for
free.” Denji nodded in impression, but then he thought about that for once. If he was
extremely good at fucking, he should be a gigolo for the girls in this school. It sounds like a
good idea, and he could make a killing with that service.

After the staff arrived with their order, Denji used the tongs to place the meat on the already
activated griller while Kiga was watching with her mouth drooling in impatience. The smell
was great, and she couldn’t wait to taste that beef. After thoroughly cooking the slices on
both sides, he grabbed all of them and put them on her dishes.

She immediately dug in, as Denji was cooking more for her. Strangely, after she swallowed
the 10th slice, she noticed that Denji wasn’t eating at all, just drinking the coke and grilling
the meat for her. “Aren’t you eating? I can grill some for myself so you can eat.” Denji
politely shook his head. “Why? Are you shy?”

"I am not hungry now. I will eat once you finish or slow down.” Kiga hummed, her eyes
slightly widening in acknowledgement as she continued to eat the meat, getting a little juice
to stain the skin around her lips. She seemed to not notice and just focused on munching all
of the grilled meat Denji cooked for her.

Denji stared at her in disbelief for a while before grabbing a piece of paper and wiping her
mouth with it. However, unlike every romance anime out there, she just outright ignored his
caring affection and just ate the beef without noticing him. ‘What? So it’s true; her passion
for food is no joke. She doesn’t need romantic relationships. She needs food.

Somewhere in the multiverse, Denji managed to rizz up Kiga with ease and was now looking
down at this Denji. “Pathetic.”

“I rarely open up, just to let you know. My mother just criticizes me for creating a mukbang
channel, saying that I should focus on studying.” She explained, mouth full of food, and
Denji nodded, blinking. Although she doesn’t like her mother for that, she was partially right
because balancing is kind of hard for her. collaborations with Youtubers, product
advertisements, livestreaming, and eating. It was so tiring for her.

“I’m sure she just wants the best for you.” Denji placed the newly grilled meat on her dishes.
Kiga knew that, but she was too stubborn and craving food too much to pause all of this.
Because she eats a lot, and that requires a lot of money, she needs a good income for herself
and her family as well. “Also, is the meat even good?”

“Yes, very much.” Denji thought that she was blindly eating anything that entered her mouth,
but Kiga at least had a few comments about the food. Mainly, the slightly overcooked meat
became significantly too dry for her taste, yet she still munched on it deliciously. The boy
was a little baffled when he realized the first batch of beef had all been eaten within fifteen
minutes.

After eating at the restaurant, Kiga impressively ordered 25 batches, and Denji just 4 at best.
They decided to go to her house, much to his confusion. Denji thought that she would just
pay him right here; hell, he would gladly take 5,000 yen. Kiga just said nothing and walked
right back to her home, with the boy following closely behind her.

Once they reached her place, instead of giving him something as payment, she told him to go
up to her room. At this point, Denji realized that money wouldn’t be the primary payment,
but maybe something else. When they reached her bedroom, which was... foody, Kiga
excused herself to go to the bathroom to take a pee. Denji curiously looked around, noticing a
goofy sausage body pillow. “Well, does she sometimes mistakenly eat that?”

Aside from her weird obsession with food, she seemed to have some kind of interest in
playing the guitar. Denji tried to pick up the wooden musical instrument, but then Kiga
entered the room, having just finished peeing and brushing her teeth. “Even though the
payment is a little different than I expected, I still agree to do that.” Denji stared at her for a
good few seconds in confusion, her eyes narrowing and slowly widening as Kiga’s hands
unbuttoned her jean skirt. Once she did so, she let it drop to the floor.

Denji didn’t know of this kind of ‘payment’, but it surely involved sex. ‘What the fuck!?’ His
voice screamed in surprise in his mind, and he didn’t try to stop Kiga from undressing herself
any further. He wanted to utter a word of protest, yet he never tried to do that, and Kiga had
already removed her sweater, now with only underwear covering her private parts. Kiga put
her hands on her hips, looking at Denji with a completely neutral gaze and tilting her head to
the left. “Wow…”

“If sex is what we will be doing, next time, you will go on a date with me when I say we go
on a date.” Sex is a big thing for first-timers, one of which is Kiga. Internally, she was feeling
a little anxiety, but her face concealed that little emotion. Denji, having heard what she said,
nodded and swiftly removed his attire, leaving only his boxer on. Currently, he wasn’t hard
yet, so Kiga could see a small bulge behind that tight underwear.

Her body was stunning for a person who eats the whole supply of a whole continent that
definitely isn’t Antarctica. Denji moved closer to her, his hands fearfully gripping and
releasing as he placed them on her abdomen. Kiga lightly hummed when his hand came into
contact with her belly, looking at him with her cheeks slightly reddening as he leaned down
to kiss her. They moaned at each other in the mouth, feeling and tasting each other’s saliva.

For some weird reason, her breath tasted like... strawberry? Is that from her toothpaste?
Nevertheless, he still savored that flavor of hers, humming and moaning as Kiga deepened
the kiss. They could freely express their lust and passion in this bedroom, unlike at the
entrance of the restaurant, where their hands began to roam and explore each other’s bodies.
Denji, always being impatient and more forward in intercourses, straight-up groped her
breasts, while Kiga’s hands were on his chest and back.

Denji could feel the blood pumping to his genitals to form a huge erection. Loud sounds of
their kissing filled the room; his hands playfully toyed with her breasts, which were
somewhat identical to the Mitakas’. Not too big, not too small. Still, it was a pleasant feeling
for Denji, whose hands were now done playing with her chest; they wanted to go down
further. The subtle blush on Kiga’s face revealed itself when Denji slid his hands inside of her
pants and went straight to fingering her cheek.

His fingers gently entered her vagina, while his thumb was massaging her clitoris to work her
up. Denji gently applied pressure to the spongy part of her vagina. She squirmed in
discomfort when she began to feel the sensation of peeing result from him pressing on that
part. Kiga’s soft breaths hit against his lips after they broke the kiss temporarily, and her grip
squeezed his arms as Denji inserted his fingers deeper. “I can see that... you’re experienced.”

Denji gave her a cocky grin and resumed kissing her on the lips. “And I know how to give
you a great time.” Kiga was flattered, but she almost had no hope that he would be able to do
so. Boys like him were all barking but not biting. Sure, she wouldn’t scream out in pleasure;
he repeatedly rammed his dickey inside of her, right? Kiga noticed the bulge started to get
bigger, and judging from that, it was larger than she expected.

Curiousity took over her, and she pulled down the underwear, her eyes slightly radiating
interest as she caught a glimpse of his semi-erect cock. When her hand came to touch the rod
of meat, it twitched, almost making her recoil in surprise. However, she didn’t make any
attempt to stroke it, which infuriated Denji and caused him to add more force to the fingering.
He could feel Kiga’s breaths beginning to lose their calmness, and that put a smile on his
face.

His fingers were completely soaked, and that only urged him to maintain the pace. Kiga,
initially emotionless toward sexy stuff, unexpectedly let out a long moan of pleasure. That
sinister grin on his face widened as Kiga whimpered; he liked to see her flushed cheeks
spreading across her body. Denji leaned down to kiss her cheek, whispering a few dirty words
to her.

He abruptly stopped fingering her pussy, and without a hesitation, Kiga pushed him to the
bed, Denji softly sitting on the edge while she kneeled in front of him, giving his nearly erect
cock a few taps before she looked at him again. “I’m not used to things like this, but I will try
my best.”

She gave him a kiss at the tip, and he lightly moaned in pleasure. The smell, according to
Kiga, was somewhat uncomfortable, almost like he just fucked someone earlier. Despite the
reek, she still wrapped her tongue around the tip before engulfing the other half of the shaft in
her mouth. She bobbled her head up and down, letting out a few hums as his cock jabbed her
larynx.

Denji wasn’t too much of a fan of blowjobs, but Kiga’s mouth was making him go crazy. The
way her tongue danced around his cock seductively and the look of her eyes... she just stared
up at him with a totally bored face, but Denji sure knew that she wouldn’t be able to maintain
that empty expression. He gently placed a hand on the back of her head, not wanting to push
the cock deeper into her throat.

She pulled out, lips still on the pink glans of his, and kissed the tip playfully. The continuous
teasing got him to leak a cup, almost unhesitantly. She slurped that small drop of leaking
semen. It was a little salty, somewhat like bleach, which she definitely did not find delicious.
After tasting that small amount of semen, she went back to sucking him off, continuing the
fun for Denji, whose head tilted back in pleasure.

Denji moaned, his body lightly shuddering as he felt a growing sensation of orgasm
beginning to build up inside of him. “Oh God…” He couldn’t properly phrase it to Kiga, who
thought that he was exclaiming in joy. His hand on her head lightly pushed her, forcing his
cock down deeper down her throat, and the girl started to feel some kind of thick liquid
flowing down; it was like that white substance earlier, but much more and saltier. That much
semen blocked her throat, leaving her no choice but to get some air through her nose. Denji
looked content, moaning in rapture as he pulled out to see the mess he had just made in her
mouth.

“Sorry…” Denji grabbed her chin while admiring her cum-filled mouth. Kiga didn’t look
annoyed or mad; she just carried that same neutral face. He spent a few seconds looking at it
until she swallowed down all of his children with ease. Kiga tasted his ejaculate, shrugging
her shoulders before she got on his lap, and Denji’s hands immediately went to touch her ass.
They resumed kissing, not by mouth, fortunately for Denji, and the boy’s mouth made its way
to her collarbone and nipples. “Hey, mind if we do Doggy Style?" He suggested, and Kiga,
who had never done anything like this and was completely fine with everything, nodded.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her to the bed. Once she was on all fours,
the blonde boy gave his dick a few strokes and impatiently tried to insert it inside of her tight
cunt. Although Denji couldn’t hear a moan from her, her cheeks were painted red by the
furious blush that spread across her abdomen. Denji let out a long moan, smiling in
satisfaction as he successfully slid his dick in, and it successfully touched her cervix.

She was tight, he commented. Denji blew a few times while waiting for Kiga to get used to
his size. His hands were on her ass, giving it a good message before he began to thrust at a
slow pace. Each time the tip of his cock kissed her cervix, Kiga breathed out with her mouth
open, fighting back not to moan loudly as Denji’s cock expanded her inside to fit his large
size. She was like Asa; she just kept lying to herself.

Feeling that she had yet to give in to his cock, Denji started to go faster, more forcefully, and
deeper. He just wanted to hear her moan, even if it was a small one. “Come on, Kiga-chan!”
Denji poked out his tongue, grinning in pride as he leaned down to see her face. Seeing her
gasp and blush that much and yet no moan, it urged him to increase the pace. That, he did
within seconds. He kissed her neck, murmuring a few words into her ears.

Kiga just turned around, biting her lips as a way to not let out a moan. Yes, she wanted to
moan a lot, but she didn’t want to appear like a slut to Denji. Maintaining her image as
beautiful and cold is one of the ways that she left Africa alone, and crying out in pleasure
would destroy all of that. She tightly shut her eyes as Denji attacked with barrages of kissing
on the neck, and the constantly hard thrusts nearly got a moan from her.

The grin on his face widened as Kiga opened her mouth, breathing out and nearly forming a
moan, and then she moaned. Kiga had just reached her orgasm, her squirt hitting his dick and
thighs as her body softened and relaxed. Denji stopped thrusting and gave her a few seconds
to regain energy, kissing her on the nape. “I like your moan.”

“Shut… up…” She uttered, and Denji just chuckled at that before he laid down on the bed,
positioning her on his cock and her back facing him. Denji licked her lips in lust, admiring
the view of her slim back and her ass at the same time. “Now do I do the bouncing thing, or
do you do it?” She turned around to ask him, and Denji just pointed at himself.

With that said, Kiga lifted her body up until only his tip was inside of her, and Denji started
to move his hip. As usual, Kiga tried to deny herself by holding back her moans. Only the
boy’s cries of pleasure filled the room, his cock ravaging her inside with powerful and deep
thrusts. To find a way to endure all of this, Kiga gripped the blanket, which looked like a
tortilla, tightly as Denji still maintained his speed. A few moans leaked out, though they were
unheard by Denji.

She leaned back, and Denji grabbed her by both sides of her waist and fixed his position to
have his cock aligned with her pussycat. He continuously rammed his dick into her cervix
without mercy, wanting to maintain this until she finally gave in or moaned. Kiga’s mouth
speedily breathed due to the sheer pleasure, and after nearly a minute of intense fucking, she
moaned, and she moaned again.

Denji let out a chuckle as Kiga just continuously moaned without a rest. Having heard her
plea to go faster, with a moan also, he complied with her wish and went faster than before.
He could feel his hands getting a little sweaty from the salty drops of water that formed on
her skin. It would be hot if he drank that, but considering that salt dehydrates you, that’s not a
good idea.

Their fun continued until Denji felt an eruption about to happen the more he thrust inside of
her. Their moans mixed, and their bodies sweated profusely as both of them were about to
reach their second orgasm. Denji’s hip went uncontrollable, and he mindlessly thrust, even
after she had reached her orgasm, her bed being stained by her fluid, while Kiga couldn’t take
a single second to rest from the climax.

Denji, with one final thrust, blew a load inside of her cunt, painting her inside white. The
second load somehow felt much more than the first in terms of duration and amount of
semen. He ejaculated so much that a long drop of cum leaked out of her vagina and hit his
pubic hair. Denji moaned as he pulled his cock out of her vagina, and his dick went flaccid
for a while.
 Kiga was extremely tired, so it was no surprise that she just let herself fall on top of him with
an exhausted sigh. Denji hugged her by the waist and kissed her in the neck before toying
with her breasts. “Told ya!” He knew how to please a woman.

“Shut… up… Fine, you’re right about that.” Kiga admitted it and relaxed her body. Then she
felt... hungry. “I want to have some ramen now.” Denji just hummed, nodding along with her
as she stood up to clean herself up first. Well, since Denji also needed to do that, she
suggested they both go in instead.

God, shower sex is overrated as fuck!

Chapter End Notes

Well, I noticed that I have ignored Power for a long time, so I decided to add her in this
chapter.

Currently, I'm making a Denji/Santa Claus one-shot for this year's Chrismas. Fine! If no
one writes rare pairs that involved underrated girls with Denji, I will personally write
them myself. If I wanna do Denji/Quanxi, I will fucking do Denji/Quanxi fic that had
them fuck straight for three weeks while Kishibe was forced to watch them. I can do
whatever the fuck I want.
 A Nice Little Date (Kobeni)
Chapter Summary

Vanilla Sex

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“So you plan not to go to the cultural festival?” Kiga blew her hot noddles before slurping
them; from the size of that bowl, she must have thrown in at least five packs of ramen and a
few boiled eggs and tofu. Denji nodded to her question, playing with his phone while waiting
for his order. “Well, that sucks... I had fun last year-”

“More like you ate a lot last year at the classes’ food stalls.” Kiga just shrugged her shoulders
before going back to eat her noodles. Last night, they didn’t have much sex, just three rounds
in total before Kiga went to the kitchen to make something for herself. As much as Denji
would be willing to spend some time with her, just why the fuck was she here also? “Why are
you even here, Yoshida?!”

“What?” Sitting right beside Kiga, Hiromi just flashed him a smirk as she pointed at the girl
who was eating. “I’m her friend, and she invited me to have some spicy noodles. I’m still
waiting for my order, just as you are.” Denji lightly frowned, while Hiromi just continued to
mess with him. Since they were in a public place, he couldn’t just yell and point at her, which
infuriated Denji.

“You seem to have a grudge toward her, Denji.” Kiga said in a bored tone, looking at them
both and slurping the spicy noodles, seemingly getting too used to the spiciness after years of
eating. Of course, that black-haired girl dirtied his clothes and didn’t even give him an
apology, so Denji was pissed at that. “Just make up already.”

“No.”

“Yes!” Hiromi lightly clapped her hands with a blooming smile on her face, a hand reaching
out to him for a handshake, but Denji coldly slapped the back of her hand before drinking his
tea. Hiromi faked a pained expression, rubbing the reddening skin, saying that he had abused
her. “How rude, Denji-kun. You know that it’s not so gentlemanly-like when you hit a girl
like that.”

Denji didn’t care what she mumbled, just smiled, and put away his phone when a staff came
up to him with two bowls of ramen. “Enjoy your meal!” Denji’s happy grin morphed into
confusion when he realized that voice. The cowardice from it was clearly visible, almost as if
the owner of that voice is Kobeni.
And it’s, indeed, true. “Higashiyama-sensei?” Denji’s eyes widened as the staff turned
around, revealing the substitute teacher’s horrifying face, and Kobeni somewhat looked
surprised when she realized Denji and his friends were right in front of her. “Wait, you work
here?” It’s now 5 in the afternoon, and considering that school ended at 16:30, Kobeni would
have to hastily drive to this restaurant to work shortly after school. Yoshida just gave her a
small wave, while Kiga just ate her ramen in peace.

“Oh-Oh! Den-Denji! You are... here too." It caught her off guard that she would directly talk
with him again, considering what happened between them. That embarrassing memory of her
giving him a sloppy blowjob returned, and she once again wanted to kill herself just to escape
this miserable world. “I have to work!! Gotta go!” With that, she dashed off again, leaving
Denji and the rest speechless.

“What is wrong with her?” Kiga finally looked up and asked Hiromi, who just explained that
the staff was one of the school’s substitute teachers and, apparently, the one that taught
Denji’s class too. “Oh, okay.” She went back to eating.

Denji just stared at Kobeni as she nodded at the cooks before putting the bowls of spicy
noodles on a tray and going off to serve her customers. She once said that her family had a bit
of a financial problem when her parents decided to let Kobeni and her brother go to college,
but somewhat she must be the one to bring home the bacon. “Well, she seems busy," Yoshida
commented.

“Like…” He turned to Yoshida. “She has seven younger sisters and a big brother. It wouldn’t
be strange if she worked three jobs.”

“Wow… Do you know about her life? That’s really weird, Denji-kun!” Yoshida chuckled,
and Denji just told her to zip her mouth and just eat her noodles. Kobeni wasn’t the one to
easily share her life since she wasn’t too sociable, and probably she is too busy to even have a
small talk with them. Still, Denji felt somewhat guilty after what happened, and he wanted to
apologize to her.

However, that apology must please Kobeni, not just a quick 'sorry', Denji sighed, checking
how much he had in his pocket. “Well… A small date wouldn’t be too bad…Ughh…” His
forehead hit the table, and Denji sighed before nodding to himself again. He had decided to
go on a, let’s just not call it a date now, something with Kobeni as an apology, and he will
pay.

“Okay, I might be—where are my noodles?” Denji looked at the table to see it empty, and he
looked at Kiga to see her eating his meal with a blank face. She shamelessly ate his noodles
without even glancing at him once, while Hiromi was snorting with laughter, and Denji’s jaw
dropped in disbelief.

“Oh, I thought you weren’t going to eat it.” Kiga put the bowl on the table, but it was already
empty. Not even a hint of hot sauce was seen.

“What the fuc-

Two hours later,.

“Okay, Kobeni… Just a few hours more, and you can go home."She reminded herself after
taking out a big trash can filled with packets of ramen. She grunted and dusted her hands
before going back to work. A sigh escaped her mouth. She closed her eyes and began to think
about this month’s salary and her management. Well, she would give more than ¾ of that
money to her parents.

She bumped into someone, as clumsy and blameable as she is, and quickly apologized to that
person. Then, she opened her eyes up to see Denji, who was smiling and waving at her. “Oh,
De-Denji! Good evening!” She shyly bowed and smiled at him, but Denji could clearly see
her body shaking in anxiety. He was well aware that she was embarrassed about the event, so
he just got straight to the point.

“I know that we did... The thing when we were being kidnapped by a bunch of strangers, and
you are uncomfortable every time you think of that..."Denji rubbed the back of his head, not
daring to look at Kobeni’s watery eyes. Her body became less tense, showing no fear toward
Denji for a moment, and the boy held out a hand to her. "Wanna clear your head? I will pay.”

Kobeni was a little hesitant since she was still in her shift and in front of her was a boy she
barely knew about. To her, Denji is just an unfamiliar student she just met two weeks ago.
Just giving her money wouldn’t seem right, but a date is too much for her. “I… yes… I
will…”

Denji bit his lips, unsure what to feel about her acceptance. "Yeah, so where do you want to
go?”

“Maybe after I end my shift, Denji... Can you wait for an hour…?”

"Yeah, I can wait...” With that said, she went back to working, and Denji sighed in
exhaustion. He landed a small date with her, but not in a romantic way; of course, this
‘apology’ was to clear her head and wash away that shameful memory of hers. Denji also
wanted the guilt to disappear. “I’m going to need a lot of money."

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Now, an arcade date isn’t the best, but it’s less time-consuming than anything else, and Denji
wasn’t interested in watching new movies in cinema, nor was Kobeni, who just wore a simple
dress that resembled the Fourth East High School, for some reason.

For the most part, she just timidly stood either beside or behind her, not daring to speak
unless he started the conversation first. She just went along with him wherever he went; an
arcade center was the next destination for them. “Have you ever played anything like this?”
Kobeni shook her head, looking nervously at the bright neon at the entrance of the arcade
center. Well, she had never been to these places before; she only heard some cool things her
brother Nobana told her. "Well, no, I haven't." Denji nodded with a hum and told her to enter,
with Kobeni doing that rather shyly. "I'm not interested in that.”

“Oh, that… No, there are a lot more things than just arcade games that relies on luck and
money.” Denji assured her with a small smile before bringing her to the elevator and tapping
on the third floor. Denji had gone out here once with Miri and Hofuna, and that soon turned
into messy sex when they were bored of these activities.

Kobeni wasn’t so sure of what he was going to show her, but she tried to muster up a smile as
the elevator opened its door, revealing a shiny, large hall filled with various games such as
bowling, air hockey, and some old arcade games. These were miles better than those
gambling games down there.

After they stepped out of the elevator, with Kobeni closely following behind him, Denji
walked up to the reception to buy some coins. Although he found the price not as cheap as he
thought—about 200 yen a coin—he still eagerly took out a few thousand yen to buy. “I fear
that I will pathetically fail at every game." Kobeni dropped a sweat.

Yeah, he miserably sucked at bowling while Miri flawlessly got two strikes in a row, but over
time, he managed to know the fundamentals and the tricks to guide the bowling ball. Still, it
was quite hard to pull off. “Don’t worry, not everyone can do well on their first try.”

After he grabbed the silver coins, they decided to play something virtuous, for lack of words.
The obvious choice is shooting games, specifically House of the Dead. Although the graphic
was heavily outdated, Denji still found it enjoyable. “We insert coins inside for two players,
and you grab the gun right here." Denji instructed her, and Kobeni nodded at each sentence
he said. Denji tapped on the buttons, and the game started.

“We shoot the zombies, right?” Kobeni raised the pistols, moving the crosshair across the
screen and fixating it to a zombie’s head. Denji nodded and waited until the cutscenes ended.
Kobeni was quite frightened by the look of the axe-wielding zombie that was killing a
person. As instructed, she guided the crosshair to its head and pulled the trigger, killing it
almost instantly after the cutscene ended.

“Wow…” Denji mumbled in impression, and their screen moved to the next scene where two
zombies were chasing the scientist. This is where Denji always failed to save them, because
he either accidentally shot them or failed to kill the zombies in time; however, Kobeni just
shot them both in the heads. “Wow…” It's too good to be a first-timer.

Kobeni just assumed it was luck and intensely focused on the screen, mercilessly killing all
of the zombies as soon as they popped on the screen, while Denji was left speechless, and he
had yet to shoot even a bullet. “…” At this point, he should have just inserted two coins,
because he was pretty useless anyway.

Still, her only weakness is that she easily flinched when a jumpscare occurred. She squeaked
and covered her face, and those seconds of lack of attention cost her a life. Still, she managed
to defeat the first level’s boss all by herself. Denji was still at a loss for words, and Kobeni
just wiped the sweat off her forehead before readying for another chapter.

Skilled as she is, they still died at some point during chapter two because there were much
more jumpscared and sudden attacks. She found the game enjoyable, a happy smile appeared
on her face, and she wanted to play it again. “It was quite an experience; do you agree,
Denji?”

“Yeah… I’m glad that you had fun. They still had a lot of coins; the fun wouldn’t end soon.
They soon moved on to new games. My god, Denji, spent like five coins for this claw
machine, and yet he wasn’t able to grab that thing, nor was Kobeni. “This thing is rigged!”
The staff looked around and hid their faces to avoid Denji’s gaze.

Basketball was the next thing they chose, and Kobeni dominated Denji in scoring. “Woah!”
She batted a thousand, and each throw managed to fall into the net flawlessly. Her speed was
as equal as his, but Denji scored way less than her. “You’re good…” Denji had no words to
say, and Kobeni just chuckled in embarrassment before time was up.

"I didn’t expect that." She rubbed her head with a soft chuckle as the game ended, and
without a doubt, her scores highly exceeded Denji’s by a triple. He totally didn’t envy her;
actually, he was impressed by her skills. Her timid and small form was deceiving, it seemed.
"It's rude to say, but... I kind of want to play more.”

“…” Denji looked at the remaining coins in his pockets, counting that they would be able to
play a few more games before running out of them, but then they could move on to play
some bowling. "Sure, as you wish.” Upon hearing that, Kobeni had a small smile on her face,
and then they had fun.

Pochita didn’t know why, but he has to say that Kobeni is the best candidate to become
Denji’s girlfriend. She is nice—so nice, in fact, that Pochita just wants to take her on a date
and tells her to play some Dance Dance Revolution until she starts crying.

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“So why haven’t you stood up for yourself?"You’re an adult now; you should be able to be
independent.” Denji threw the ball and watched as it derailed out of the lane, and Denji
grunted in annoyance before Kobeni stepped up, holding the ball and readying to throw it.

“I…” She threw the ball, and again, much to Denji’s impression, she managed to bowl
another strike with ease. This is already the third time in a row. “I don’t know. Every time I
confront my father... My throat feels like it’s blocked, and I can’t utter a word, just
shaking."Denji hummed, putting a hand on his chin before grabbing another ball.

Kobeni couldn’t understand why, although her father is old and has never physically abused
her, she still feared him for some reasons. She sat down on a chair, visibly fiddling with her
fingers in worry and thought. Denji was right about one thing: she is old enough to leave;
maybe even she can start an independent life all on her own.

Denji let out a disappointed groan when he only got five pins knocked down. “I, too, do feel
that whenever my old man tries to mess with my mom, All I can do is distract him with a
bottle of booze or some money. Denji could relate to her about this kind of messed-up father-
child relationship; one was unhealthy while the other was straight up mentally and physically
abusive. "Honestly, I sometimes wish that he had been killed by some gang members.”

"That's not really a good thing to say, Denji!” The boy just shrugged it off and sat down
beside her, taking a sip of his strawberry smoothie he had bought before they went to play
bowling. Kobeni gripped her drink, which Denji bought for her, and stared at the so-casual
Denji, who seemed to not take his father seriously, as if Denji acted like the old man was
never that important to his life. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Nah, don’t be.” Denji sat on the chair, taking a minute-long rest before deciding to go
bowling again. Denji had always thought that life was a lottery, and he got a shitty one too:
not too handsome, poor, abusive father... But at least he got his mother, who dearly loved him
because he was her greatest gift. “Indeed, we both have shitty lives.”

Kobeni nodded, slurping the smoothie, trying to savor that tasty drink in her mouth as long as
possible, even if it meant having a tooth decay. She rarely had enough money to buy
something for herself. For a moment, they just sat near each other, doing absolutely nothing
except staring at the neon lights from the hall. Maybe they had nothing to say and were bored
of this game, but actually, they were just wanting to drink their smoothie before resuming the
game.

“Higashiyama-sensei…” Denji turned to look at the woman, internally asking himself if he

should ask her that question. “You are afraid of him?” Denji pointed at her, and Kobeni’s grip
on the cup intensified, biting her lips slightly, and she nodded in acknowledgement. Although
her father never struck her, he used other tactics to put her in line.

Her father would strike fear, but instead of in a physical way, he would guilt-shame her by
bringing up her eight sisters, with the oldest now married off, saying things like they would
starve and die if she didn’t give them money. Of course, Kobeni deeply cared about her sister,
so as a child, she had always been told family comes first, and that was intergrated into her
mind so much that she would blindly obey her father. “I guess so."

Denji’s mouth slightly opened in surprise, and he looked back to the floor. "I somewhat fear
him, and I sometimes feel so powerless when he tries to hit my mother.” Kobeni’s eyes
turned to look at Denji, feeling a little sympathetic to his situation. They weren’t that
different, after all. They both feared the person who tried to harm their loved ones: Denji to
his mother and Kobeni to her younger sisters.
Controlled by fear, they were hopeless to defend against their abusers. Although they had
tried a few times, it soon turned into disappointment as all of it was fruitless. Denji didn’t
know when his father would die from alcohol or the Yakuza coming for his head, while
Kobeni couldn’t know if her problems would end after all of her sisters became adults and
finally were freed out of her parents’ grasps.

Fear… It held them back.

Denji didn’t like that their fun soon became depression when he suddenly brought this up. He
hated it when things became so sad all of a sudden, so as a way to drive their minds away
from this topic, Denji stood up again and pointed at the punching machine nearby. “Wanna
try something else? I still have about four spare coins left.”

Kobeni noticed that their time of bowling was up, and since she wanted to have the most fun
in this place, she accepted his offer and walked behind Denji as he took her to the nearby
machine that has a punch bag. She thought it was some kind of boxing thing. “Are you good
at imagining stuff?”

“A little bit... What are you doing?” Kobeni was confused when he asked that. Denji inserted
a coin inside, and the machine came to life. He rolled up his sleeves, flexing his muscles a
bit, before punching that thing as hard as he could. The ball violently smashed on the
machine; it didn’t damage it, by the way, and the scores went up to nearly 600 before
abruptly stopping. “Ahhh! I hit that as hard as I could!”

Kobeni blinked a few times as Denji inserted a coin again, but instead of him using the
machine, he walked behind her and pushed Kobeni up, presenting her to punch it. “Wh-
What? I’m not good at punching stuff.

“Do you know why I hit that so hard?” She shook her head. “Because I imprinted that ball on
my old man’s face. That motivated me to use all of my strength to punch that thing as hard as
I could!” That got her eyes wide, as he just literally told her to think of that ball thing as her
father’s face, and the fact that he urged her to punch it as hard as she possibly could.

Of course, a girl like Kobeni would definitely be against that idea. “That’s extremely
disrespectful, Denji!” She waved her hands, protesting fiercely. Denji, knowing that Kobeni
was really afraid of her father, decided to retcon his words.

“Okay okay… Now you can imagine that as someone you hate. Like, maybe it was a dog that
bit you in the leg or some kid that laughed at you when you tripped into a puddle.” That made
her feel like salt on her wounds because she just experienced those two specific accidents on
the same day last month. Kobeni finally got convinced by Denji and hesitantly stepped up at
the machine. Just by looking at her stance, everybody could tell that she wouldn’t use full
force to punch that ball.

As expected, she swung her arm messily, and the ball fell back, revealing a score of 69—oh,
wait, it’s 70 now. Denji shook his head in disbelief and inserted another coin again. “Trust
me, Higashiyama-sensei." Denji flashed her a small smile, punching his palm and pointing at
the ball. “The more you hit that thing, the more frustation deep inside of you is unleashed.
Hold back, and you will regret it."
Kobeni took a deep breath, looking at the ball again. Yes, she does have a lot of anger inside,
but she always suppressed it so much that she wouldn’t feel angry at anyone. She stared at
the ball, trying to think of the face of a person that she hates; strangely, she kept imagining
her father. Her heart began to beat faster, and she could feel her hands clenching into a fist.

No, no, this is too disrespectful. Her father brought her to this world, and ungratefulness is
one of the heaviest sins. Kobeni shook her head and tried to think of another person, but like
a lingering memory, her father’s smiling face was printed on the ball. “Release it…” Denji
put a hand on her back, and at this point, Kobeni just said, ‘Fuck it, and punched that ball.

Impressive score she made there, but that didn’t surpass Denji’s. Denji had one last coin, and
he decided to give her the honor. “Put that it!” Kobeni literally ordered him; he noticed that
her scaredy and pathetic personality had disappeared; instead, he was sensing the sheer rage
in her aura. That put a smile on his face.

“Aye aye!” Denji did as she wished, and Kobeni began to crack all of her knuckles, fiercely
sighing as the machine reset, ready to be punched by her again. That image of her father’s
face was no longer printed on the ball; instead, she hallucinated herself standing in front of
him, and now she was more than eager to punch his face. Denji cheered her up as Kobeni let
out a battle cry before her fist connected to the ball.

The sound of that punch filled the large hall, so loud that the staff thought that someone had
just fallen to the ground from the third floor. Denji’s interest rose along with the numbers,
and Kobeni’s eyes widened in shock when it stopped at 927, a whole new record for this
center. “Wow…” She looked at her hands again while Denji was grabbing his head in
disbelief. “Now do you feel lighter in your heart?”

“Yes…” She said this, looking at him with a smile. She felt like she had thrown something
off her shoulders. “A lot!” She just wanted to punch that thing again until the machine broke.
“Thank you, Denji."

“Yeah…” Denji’s lips pulled up to a sastified smile.

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“It’s 11 PM already... It looks like we had too much fun.” Denji put his phone back in his
pocket.

Kobeni was so hooked that she forgot about the time, but she was still glad that she had fun
with Denji, although she felt somewhat guilty about the amount of money she had to spend
tonight. “It was… nice… Thank you, Denji.” She bowed to him, and Denji just told her it
was nothing much.

As they were about to part ways, Denji suddenly felt her small hand on his back and quickly
turned around to see Kobeni, who was covering her cheeks to hide her blush. “Would you...
walk me home? It’s dark…”

Denji blinked; nevertheless, he gave her a nod of approval. “Sure.”

Later.

Denji and Kobeni, oddly, were kissing passionately at the door of her apartment. A loud bang
boomed through the empty and dark hall when Kobeni’s back violently crashed into the
wooden door, yet their session showed no signs of stopping or even losing its vigor. A long
sign hit Denji’s lips, and Kobeni slightly looked away for a few seconds before resuming.

Well, how exactly did this happen? Who the fuck knows. Maybe Kobeni “asked” him to do
this, or maybe Pochita shot his darts. Either way, that hardly mattered, as the touch of her lips
on his occupied his mind, and Denji, driven by desire, quickly slid the door into the hole and
opened it.

Kobeni almost fell on her back to the floor if not for Denji holding her by the waist. They
hastily removed their shoes, too busy to even bother with the socks. Kobeni first insisted on
doing so in her small living room since her sister, who often visited and spent a few nights
with her since her family was too cramped, was sleeping in the bedroom. Denji just moved
his eyebrow and nodded.

Then they continued to kiss, with both of them now lying on the soft and old couch. Denji
gently smooched her in the lips; at first glance, it seemed like a caring act of his, but Kobeni
let out a quiet squeak when Denji slid a finger inside of her, his other hand pulling the straps
aside. Denji’s hot breaths hit her nape and made her hold her breath, causing the blush on her
face to spread across her skin.

Denji’s fingers rubbed the wet spot on her pants; he could feel her body lightly shaking when
he added more force to his rubbing. Kobeni wasn’t too used to things like this, so she easily
moaned and cried out in pleasure, but knowing her sleeping sister was in her room, Kobeni
covered her mouth as a way to suppress her uncontrollable moans. That proved hopeless,
unfortunately.

Her pants soon got soaked once Denji began to finger her through the pants. The layer of that
fabric prevented him from enjoying the main pleasure of this act, but Denji didn’t care much,
and he gently kissed Kobeni's neck after he successfully removed her skirt, letting it fall
down to her waist. Denji’s skin was noticably flushed when he saw her breasts from this
angel, and he put a hand on her white bra.

They hoped that she wouldn’t moan too loud.

“This is... embarrassing." Kobeni mumbled, and Denji nodded in understanding. Well, they
did this once before, but she still got flashbacks every time she thought about that horrific
experience when being captured. Denji still remembered clearly, but he tried his best to
ignore that. One of his hands was touching her left breast, and Denji tenderly groped it, and
Kobeni let out a small whimper.

Her average size didn’t disappoint Denji, not even one bit. The tightness in his pants
increased as she was moaning, and the wetness of hers seemed to increase. Denji breathed
against her jaw before turning her head around to kiss Kobeni, who softly returned it and put
a hand on the back of his head to deepen it. As a result of their intense kissing, Denji
forcefully rubbed her womanhood, and she moaned in the kiss, but it was muffled since no
air could leave their mouth.

She lifted her torso up as the wave of pleasure from the fingering excited her. She still had
yet to reach her orgasm, but Denji could say that she was feeling the sastifactory pleasure
from it. Despite not being near climax, Kobeni dropped her body down, breathing heavily
and waiting until she regained her energy. “That was nice."

Denji kissed her cheek before telling her to sit up along with him. Once she did, he wiped the
sweat off her forehead and undressed her. The more skin became visible to Denji’s eyes, the
more her blush grew. When the dress was dropped to the floor, she couldn’t fight the
embarrassment and covered her face in shame.

A short exhale left his nose. He reached out to her thighs, smooth and slightly squishy to his
touch. The boy ran his fingers across her legs, and once he got a little bored with them, he
decided to grab her pants and pull them down, Kobeni squeaking in surprise while Denji just
kept staring at her womanhood. Before he could even lick it, Kobeni suddenly stopped him
by placing her palm on his forehead. “I’m not ready for that kind of activity."

Like, didn’t she just suck him off that day? Denji wasn’t aware that she was experiencing
some hallucinations, so it’s no surprise that Kobeni became less of herself and offered to have
sex with him, which was very against her characteristics. Well, if she ever wanted to have sex
with someone, she preferred it to be gentle and loving. “Can we get to the main part?”

Denji, albeit visibly disappointed, nodded in reluctance and stood up in front of her. Her hand
moved on to touch him on the shoulder, and for a while, they stared at each other, their gazes
meeting before they both went for a soft kiss. Denji was a bit tired; considering that it was
now near midnight, he wouldn’t want to waste too much time and energy having intercourse
with her.

She moaned into the kiss, not being able to fight the fierceness of his kisses, and soon gave in
to Denji, who was now trying to take off his pants rather impatiently. Their lips didn’t even
break the kiss. Denji tried to pause for a while to properly take off his pants, but strangely,
Kobeni would wrap her hands around his back, making it hopeless for him to pull out.

He managed to remove his pants after a few tries, and Kobeni could feel his bulge tapping
against her belly. As his underwear began to tighten, she urged him to take it off to free his
cock. He had difficulty doing that because Kobeni just wanted to occupy his lips and mind.
Despite her tiny frame, she seemed to have a lot more strength than he thought.
Fight fire with fire. Knowing that, he returned the favor, hungrily kissing her lips, neck, and
jaw without mercy. His aggressiveness didn’t allow her a second to prepare herself, and soon
she dropped her temporary dominant side and returned to her scaredy form. Moans left her
mouth as Denji sucked on her collarbone and tightened the hug, pressing her chest against his
before he finally removed his underwear.

He once again kissed her on the lips while his throbbing dick jabbed her. Before she could
even know what was about to happen, Denji wrapped his hands around her waist and laid her
down on the sofa again. Kobeni, with her back flat on the mattress, breathed and tried to
compose herself as Denji lubed his penis with his own saliva before rubbing the tip against
her entrance. Her body temperature spiked when she felt a little pain when his tip entered,
and it then turned into real pain as he thrust his hips forward.

They let out a moan in pleasure once Denji managed to hit her cervix. Kobeni would scream
at anything: jumpscares, surprises, and that one particular dog that occasionally chased her
around the neighborhood for no reason. Sex wasn’t excluded from that list, however. She
tightly placed a hand on her mouth to silence herself, so the only thing he heard was her
muffled crying and whimpering.

Denji continued to thrust his hips, moaning and sighing in pleasure. It felt good to him and
her too. “Oh God…” Denji cried out in rapture, his head tilting back as he was drowned in
sexual bliss. While Kobeni was whimpering, biting the mattress to suppress her moaning,
Denji’s mouth was free, so unsuspectingly, he was able to express his pleasure with cries of
delight. He didn’t have to worry much about hurting her, as her wetness already helped him
with that.

The friction wasn’t too much, but he had some trouble thrusting sometimes when her walls
firmly spasmed, wrapping around his cock and preventing him from thrusting any further.
That didn’t stop him from trying. Denji let out a long groan when he tried to push his hip
furter, but that also caused some pain to Kobeni, whose muffle moans filled the whole living
room, and her sister, unfortunately, heard that.

“Kobeni-sis…?” She noticed that no one was on the bed, saved for her. The tiny copycat of
Kobeni tiredly rubbed her eyes before rolling out of bed to drink some water. “I’m thirsty…”
Upon turning the door knob, she heard something in the living room. “Big sis…?” She
realized that voice.

Curiousity took over her. The girl quietly opened the door and peeked her out, seeing nothing
but darkness and the light of the moon shining through the windows. “Kobeni-sis?” She
whispered but heard no response; instead, the muffled moans started to get more intense, and
it was clearer for her to know that it was Kobeni.

The cheap Kobeni-wannabe moved closer to the source of the sound, and once she peeked
her head out to see what was truly happening, she abandoned everything and rushed back to
her room, shutting and locking it before covering herself with the blanket. “I didn’t see
anything! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything!”

Denji swore that he heard doors being slammed, but that didn’t matter to him at all. He turned
his attention back to Kobeni, leaned down to plant kisses on her collarbone, and slowly made
 his way to her breasts. Denji licked on the sweat dripping on her chest and immediately
regretted it. ‘Yuck!’ Denji made a face, silently noting to never lick sweats ever again.

He sucked on her nipples instead, humming as his lips wrapped around her sensitive body
parts, flicking them with hints of enthusiasm and contentment. His body was now right on
top of her tiny figure, his cock deep inside her vagina, and he was fucking her relentlessly.
Kobeni could only moan as she was both attacked from all sides, and the constant thrusts of
his hips made her mind go blank. All she did was open her mouth, breathe out, and moan,
perfectly recreating that ahegao expression.

Denji grunted when he felt himself about to reach orgasm, and he sighed in defeat, knowing
that the fun was about to end soon. "I'm feeling weird!” She yelled out and felt a little strange
in her groin. Denji knew that she was about to cum, and he quickly increased the speed of his
thrusts, making her moans louder and more uncontrollable. Inside the bedroom, the fake
Kobeni covered her ears with the pillows, a drop of tears flowing down from her cheeks as
she just wanted this nightmare to end.

Both of them let out a long moan when they simutanously reached their climax, their bodies
shaking and convulsing while the boy was busting a load inside of her vagina, where her
fluid was leaking out. After they experienced that one hell of an orgasm, Kobeni soon felt to
her sleep, and a contented sigh left her mouth when her eyes closed.

Denji just sighed, mumbling that he hoped her sister hadn’t heard their wild fucking. Since
she drifted off to sleep almost instantly, he couldn’t just lift her body up and put the clothes
on Kobeni, so, without any choice left, he tried to find some blankets for her.

The bedroom was an obvious choice, no doubt. When he slightly peeked to take a look
inside, Denji let out a sigh of relief when he saw the sister already asleep. He tiptoed toward
the bed, took a blanket, and immediately halted, certainly not noticing the younger sister was
literally mentally traumatized to see her sister having intercourse with a man.

‘I will need some therapy after this.'

Pochita, who was now holding a hammer and standing in front of a house whose dog always
chased Kobeni for fun and entertainment. Upon seeing the target, Pochita smiled and readied
his hammer. Since the girl needs to be relaxed and happy for the next nine months, Pochita
would make sure that this dog wouldn’t be able to walk or bark for one year.

Chapter End Notes

Sorry guys, I wasn't much in a mood for something more erotic, like pussy licking or
sloopy blowjob (you guys are definitely gonna kill me for not adding this one). I made
this chap specifically after reading the last chap of FFYT, and I felt so fucking bad for
Kobeni :)))
Yeah no, actually, I only wrote this chap because I saw Mark Gavatino's drawings of
Denji and Kobeni going on a date. Man, I really hope this cultured gentleman would
draw some Denji and Santa, or more of Fami. Just don't let him draw Kobeni's sister.

Anyways, just wanna let y'all know that I will be absent for a week because of tests.
Ugh... I fucking hate my life.

Holy shit, my one-shot of Denji/Santa is now already 6000+ words... Didn't expect it
would be that long

P/S: you guys should check The House of The Dead 2's voice acting, it's so fucking
hilarious!
 To Make Her A Mother (Makima)
Chapter Summary

Femdom, Oral Sex, Orgasm Denial, Doggy Style.

Chapter Notes

The final boss...

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Denji! Have you seen the results yet?” Yuko came up to him, taking him by surprise and
grabbing his wrist before she tried to pull him off the chair in the cafeteria. Weirdly, there
weren’t many students in the cafeteria, unlike how crowded it was every day. Denji let
himself be dragged across the hall by Yuko, who was excited and afraid to see the tests’
results.

Oh yeah, the midterm exam... He almost forgot that it had been a week since the test day. To
be honest, Denji was really anxious about that because he fumbled very badly. He was
certainly sure that he would be at least at the bottom of his class’s list. Hell, surpassing Bimu,
who was the second-best at the bottom, would be one hell of a feat for him.

If that ever happened, he could say goodbye to his only opportunity to ever touch Makima
again. Denji internally groaned in disappointment, wishing that he had done better at
studying. If it weren't for girls asking to have sex with him, Denji could have passed the
midterm exam without any problem.

As they turned left to go to the teachers’ room, where a large table was placed directly
outside, a swarm of students were all gathering around to see their results. Some were over
the moon, some were sad, and some were carefree. Denji hoped he was the last type. “Hell
no…”

“If you don’t get a score above 50 in math..." Yuko turned around, pointing a finger at his
nose with such a straight face that Denji couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. “I will be
really, really mad at you!" That's cute of her.

“If it was higher?”

Yuko’s smile just widened slightly, and she leaned closer to him, whispering something in his
ear. “I will allow you to do anything with me.” Denji’s eyes darted to Yuko, who was having
a smirk on her face. His eyes slowly lit up, and a smile slowly appeared as he just eyed her.
“Anything.” She wrapped a hand around his and just smiled at him like a dork.

Luckily, no Kusakabe could be seen.

“How is your grade, Denji-senpai?” Fumiko appeared behind him, giving him a tap on the
shoulder, her signature wide grin present on her face. Denji, upon meeting her, lightly
frowned at her arrival since he wasn’t interested in another shoot today. Before he could even
say anything, Fumiko silenced him by putting a finger across his lips. “I know that you want
to make another video, but I can’t now, Denji-senpai. I’m busy with the Cultural Festival’s
tasks.”

“…” Denji stayed speechless, not even uttering a protest as he watched Fumiko walk away,
not forgetting to give a wave before disappearing out of his sight. ” Yuko, a little confused
about the ‘video’, looked at him, and Denji just shrugged it off.

They walked up to the big sign, having to squeeze by the students just to have a closer look.
Denji had to look for a while to find his class, while Yuko tried to compose herself when she
saw her name. “Please be 60, please be 60... Yes! I had 64 in English!” Yuko almost burst
into tears when she passed English, one of her least favorite subjects, even though it was
barely.

A drop of sweat appeared on his forehead as Denji searched for his name, gulping in fear
when he managed to find his class. At first, he thought his math was 20, but upon closer
observation, it was impressively 70, despite the fact that he left 50% of the test empty.
“Wait… what?” Denji was really baffled and happy, but still confused. “How?”

It wouldn’t be possible at all. Denji checked the other subjects and was utterly shocked when
he saw his scores. While being not too good at chemistry, he somehow got 76, while biology
was about 94! “HOW!?” Denji wondered if it was an error, considering that someone had
noticed Denji’s score. “How the hell did I..."

Pochita, a really smart dog who was the brain and the brawn at the same time, just tipped his
fedora while watching Denji grab his head in shock. It was really a hassle for him to fix all of
Denji’s mistakes in the tests, but it all paid off when Denji could finally fuck Makima.

“Woah… Your grades are really impressive, Denji." Shiona came up to Denji, giving him a
soft jab in the arm with a chuckle. Even she was surprised by his unusual boost, going from
the very bottom to the 16th of the class. Not too much, but it was a good thing for him.
“Congratulations!” Denji couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but still, a grin appeared on
his face.

Finally…

He could finally have sex with Makima!

Denji tried to hold back his excitement, feeling that this place wasn’t appropriate for him to
scream and yell as he wanted. Shiona and Yuko noticed that Denji was covering his mouth,
waving his fist around as if he were excited about his grades, while in reality, he was thinking
about Makima. ‘Yes!’ After a year and a half, his wish was finally able to come true.

It was so surreal to him. Denji swore that he had miserably failed the tests, and yet he was
looking at his own grade in shock and bliss. He certainly had no intention to report this, as he
was no idiot. He could sense Yuko’s presence beside him, maybe looking at him with either a
smirk or wide eyes. “I see…”

"So... anything, you said?” Denji leaned down at her, giving her a wide and sinister smirk,
and Yuko smirked back, nodding in confirmation. Shiona cleared her throat, tapping Denji in
the shoulder before telling them to move out of the way for other students. “Oh, my bad.”

“That was very impressive, Denji. To be honest, I never had faith that you would ever be
better, but now... I can say that I’m glad to see your good changes.” Shiona shrugged her
shoulders, giving him words of encouragement before going off somewhere.

“Well, when I said ‘anything’, I didn’t mention the time, did I? Maybe tomorrow, or this
weekend?”

“Up to you. I’m fine with everything.” Denji rubbed the back of his head, letting her hold his
hand without a protest. “The problem is, where will we be doing that?” Yuko slapped her
forehead, squeaking at the question. She had yet to find a place for that. “Your house, or...
mine?”

“Maybe my house.”

“What do you mean 'my house’?” Kusakabe, out of nowhere, appeared in front of them when
they took a right turn, almost making his sister scream out in fright as the blonde teacher just
eyed those two. Due to the noises from the students, he couldn’t make out what they were
saying, luckily. He only heard ‘at my house’. “You about to teach him math again, Yuko?”

She nodded shakily, wiping the sweats off her face as Denji tried to say something, but was
immediately shut up by Kusakabe, who had a feeling in his guts that they were doing
something in his back. Something... fishy, perhaps. He knew that they were doing something,
but he had no proof to accuse Denji, so just this time, he decided to let this slide. "And oh,
Yuko, the parents' meeting will be held in the weekend, just to let you know."

“Okay, oni-chan!” Yuko waved at him. After a while of silence and awkwardness, Yuko,
having confirmed that her brother was nowhere to be seen, tip-toed to whisper something in
his ear. “Weekend, at my house. Just to let you know.” Denji nodded, hoping that Kusakabe
would not ruin their session.

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After breaktime, they went back to their respective classes. Reze, who had seen Denji’s
grade, congratulated him for that. However, she had suspicions that Denji didn’t truthfully
earn those scores, but rather that he had a little help from someone else. Shindi gave him
quick words and stood up when the door opened.

Talking about their substitute teacher, Kobeni, Denji just hoped that she wouldn’t look at him
during the whole class. Yes, they did have sex last night, but that was only between them, and
only two of them knew of that. Okay, one more knew of that. However, instead of a teacher
with two hairpins, someone else entered the classroom.

“Good morning, class.” That unexpected person turned out to be Hayakawa, who entered the
room with a blank face as if this happened daily, while the class all had a shocked face, still
having a hard time knowing that their homeroom teacher had finally returned. Out of all the
students, Denji was the most surprised, his mouth opening wider than a basking shark.

Akera looked around, noticing the sudden silence when she entered. The homeroom teacher
turned to the class president, who then told the class to stand up to greet her. Shiona was also
surprised to see her unexpected arrival, but regardless, she was glad to see Hayakawa-sensei
again.

“Yes, you all can sit down." Akera took out her book and asked the class where Kobeni had
left off, to which they answered page 89. “How was your midterm exam? Did Denji pass?”
Out of all the people she could ask, she randomly picked Denji, either intentionally or not,
but to her surprise, she heard a ‘yes’ from the blonde boy. “Oh… That’s… good. Did he
cheat?”

The class, even Reze, laughed at that possibility. “You don’t believe me, Hayakawa-sensei?”
Denji furrowed his eyebrow. The teacher said nothing but turned around to face him, his face
remaining neutral and serious.

“Yes.” She picked up chalk and wrote today’s lesson’s title on the board. “Now, let’s get back
to our lesson, shall we?” The class’s initial loudness evaporated, and soon they willingly
remained silent for a while to pay respect for their homeroom teacher, but questions still
lingered in their minds. Only Denji knew why she went absent for days, and he wouldn’t tell
anyone of that, just as Akera wanted.

Later.

Denji peeked his head out to see if Hofuna and Miri were down the hall; unfortunately, they
were indeed. Denji learned that the rich girl bought way kinkier stuff yesterday, and Denji,
not into that bullshit, quickly tried to find an alternative route. “Hell nah…” A hand on his
chest reminded him of the presence of Reze, whom he had just been busy with just a moment
ago.

“You seem nervous, Denji.” Reze said right beside him, fixing up her clothes and wondering
why he was trying to evade those two. Denji quietly shushed her up when Miri turned her
attention to the hall. Reze immediately knew what was up and complied with his order. “Is
that what I think it is? Unfortunately, Denji nodded. “I hope you don’t do any sexual acts
with them.” Well…

“What are you two doing here? The students have already left.” Out of nowhere, Makima-
sensei was right behind them and asked them, but with a more neutral face. Denji and Reze
were both stunned to see her sudden arrival and quickly checked if their clothes were proper
enough. Makima noticed that their hair was messy, as if they had just done something in this
classroom.

Denji was caught off guard when his crush was right in front of him. “Oh Makima-sensei!” A
blush unknowingly painted his cheeks red when the teacher just hummed in response, and her
eyes darted to Reze, who tried to cover up everything with a shy smile. “I was looking for
something with Reze. She forgot something, right?” Reze nodded, even though it was a lie.

Makima knew that, but she stayed silent about it. About Denji, she had heard about his
grades, which were better than she expected, and knowing that she had promised him
something, Makima stepped forward, looking at him in the eyes, silently telling him
something, more like ordering him. “Denji, come to my house at 8 p.m. I will give you the
address later.”

With that, she walked out of the classroom, leaving Reze confused while Denji was over the
moon. He tried to hold back his gasps of excitement, but Reze could still feel that through the
tight grip of his hands and the grin on his face. Reze lightly frowned, feeling a little jealous.
Of course, Denji still valued the Russian girl; he could say that to many others.

“Got ya!” Miri comically stopped at the door, grinning widely when she saw Denji. “Hofuna,
he’s here!”

“I’m not available tonight!”

“Who says we will do that in my house?” Hofuna had something in her bag, which contained,
you guess it, a lot of kinky stuff. “50000 yen, and we are doing it right here.” Denji, at first,
wanted to make an escape, but Miri quickly held him to prevent that from happening. Reze,
who now knew that Denji was a gigolo, for lack of a better word, just decided to watch. "Are
you into voyeurism?”

"I don’t know.” Reze just shrugged her shoulders and smiled once the doors were locked by
Hofuna, who pulled out a small whip from her bag. Denji cried out for help, especially to
Reze, but to his surprise, she just sat down on a chair and watched with interest. “Okay…
Maybe I’m into this.”

“What the fuc-

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Denji carefully prepared everything, from the clothes to the smell; he even tried to change his
hairstyle to make himself look more handsome. Well, he tried... Even before he stepped out
of the house, his mother even said he was so handsome that girls would get on their knees
and beg to be his wives. ‘Well, she ain’t wrong, just not about the marriage part.’

The address wasn’t as far as he thought; after just a few minutes of walking, he was already
in front of her house. Not exactly a house, but more like an extravagant and expensive
apartment, Makima mentioned that she lived on the second floor, and the room’s number
should be 18, at the end of this long hallway. Denji double-checked himself again, dusting off
his shirt and pants as he composed himself while standing in front of the door. This is a much
different feeling for him; he was going to have sex with Makima, with whom he had been
madly in love for more than a year. He exhaled, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat, and rang
the doorbell.

He heard something, more like a ‘woof’ of a dog, and his eyes widened when he heard
someone putting on the slippers inside. “Tiramisu, be quiet. A guest is coming to our house.”
Makima’s voice was muffled behind the door, and his heartbeat spiked when she opened the
door, revealing her just in a robe and dogs. “You came quite earliterate than I expected,
Denji-kun.” He just rubbed the back of his head, a blush visible on his face. The dogs ruined
the moment by swarming around and sniffling him. One of them even laid on the ground,
showing off its belly, and that made Makima laugh. “Oh, Creampuff, he’s not going to give
you belly rubs here, silly!”

So, she’s a dog person... Cool. “Oh, I know this breed! It’s… Eskimo!”

“Huskies.” Denji felt incredibly embarrassed for guessing that. “Why don’t you come inside,
Denji-kun? It’s cold outside.” With her permission, Denji showed some respect by bowing to
his teacher before entering, with the dogs all obediently walking inside the apartment.
Makima closed and locked the door; therefore, no one could interrupt their little moment.
“What do you want to drink? I have black tea, green tea, and roasted rice tea.” With so many
choices, Denji just chose the green tea, as it was the only tea he found enjoyable while he
hadn’t drunk the other two before.

The dogs continued to surround Denji even after he sat on a sofa, with the one named
Creampuff still showing its belly to him. “Okay… You’re really insistent on this, aren’t you?"
He rubbed on the dog’s belly, getting a little squeak of sastification from it as others all
wanted to lick him; a dog almost succeeded in doing so to his face. “No! Bad dog!” Denji
was planning to give her the best cunnilingus, so he wouldn’t want a dog to simply ruin it.
The dogs, however, still insisted. “Get off me!”

“Here’s your tea.” Makima arrived, holding a cup of hot green tea and placing it on the table.
After that, she sat beside Denji. Oddly, the dogs all stepped aside, permitting her to have
some conversations with Denji, who hesitantly picked up the cup and slurped it. “How was it,
Denji-kun?” Denji clicked his tongue, thinking for a while. It tasted very good, solely
because it was Makima who brewed it. She chuckled at his reaction, almost letting out a
small laugh when he gave her a thumbs-up. Much to his surprise, Makima laid her head on
his lap, looking at him in the eyes. Denji tried to evade it, but he could still feel her stare. “In
a mood for some movies before we get to that?”

Denji let out a confused 'ah', but regardless, he still accepted. This is her house, and she was
the one to decide everything. Upon seeing his nod, Makima told him to hand her the remote,
which he did. Once Makima had it, she turned on the TV and switched across channels to
watch. Right now, she wasn’t in much of a mood to watch some movies, so she decided to
watch something else: a dog channel. “…” Denji had no opinion about that and kept his
mouth shut while watching TV. “Dogs are man’s best friend, don’t you agree?”

Denji would say yes, as he once had a dog before it disappeared. It happened nearly a decade
ago, but he still remembered how cautious and scared the dog was whenever they went to
some unknown place. The dog really disliked people in black suits or government-working
people for some reason. His mother liked their dog too and often talked with him about
various stuff. The dog, not knowing much about humans' language, just looked at her facial
expression. His old man, on the other hand, hated pets.

“Yeah…” Denji mumbled, and Makima just hummed in response. Not everyone likes pets,
but they are excellent emotion therapists. They can’t talk, so they express everything through
emotions and gestures. Denji’s old dog, for some reason, just liked hugs. Every time Denji
felt sad or something bad happened, the dog would come up to him before laying down
beside him and urging Denji to hug the dog. Damn, now he missed him already. “They
are…”

Makima hummed again, switching to another channel, which coincidentally was about
another of Abe’s campaigns to raise Japan’s birth rate. What entered the screen was the scene
of a mother crying tears of joy, along with her husband and family, while hearing their
newborn’s cries. Denji didn’t feel anything much, but Makima strangely just stared at the
screen.

It was another hopeless attempt anyway. Denji blinked in surprise when Makima sat up, a
hand on his thigh, as he turned to look at the redhead to see her already staring at him with
intent. His eyes darted at the screen and at her again. “Makima-sensei?” She didn’t say
anything and sat on his lap, blocking his vision to see the TV, but that was what she wanted.
Makima wanted him to pay attention to her only. “Makima-sensei…?”

“We’re not in school. You can call me Makima.” She put a finger across his lips, and she
leaned down closer until her hot breaths hit against his nose. Denji inhaled the pleasant scent
of hers, his hands on her waist. He felt something behind that robe, but he didn’t question
what it was. “Can you help me with one thing, Denji-kun?” She put a hand on his cheek, and
Denji gave it a soft kiss.

“Whatever you wish, Miss Makima.” She smiled, and once the agreement between them was
created, she turned around to look at the TV again, seeing the mother now holding her child
in front of the TV. Denji was still confused by the implication. Makima turned her gaze to
him again, rubbing her belly at a slow pace. Denji blinked in confusion, and then he partially
realized something. “You mean-”
“To put it simply, my oven is empty, and I want you to put a bun in it.” Denji’s cheeks burned
when Makima outright said that. She just asked for a child, and he was going to be the one to
impregnate her. Pochita was completely taken aback by this and checked if he had shot any
darts, but none. Denji tried to say something, asking her if she actually meant it or if it was
just a kink, and to his surprise, she meant it.

Denji had no words; she was too stunned to say anything. Not only was he about to have sex
with Makima, but he would also have to knock her up. That was unusually strange, as
Makima had a successful career as a teacher, and there is no way she would ruin it by having
a kid. Them kids only fuck up your future, so fuck them kids!

Makima noticed his flabbergastation, but she wasn’t the one who likes to repeat, so without
any hesitation, she slowly undid the belt, loosening the robe and giving him a small glimpse
of her skin. Denji subconsciously gulped as the red-haired woman continued to undress
herself, occasionally looking at him to see his reactions. She had to say that he was like a dog
that was about to be given a treat.

Her parents had been nagging her about having a kid since she was nearing her 30s already.
She already had a good and stable career, and having a child might ruin that. But upon
hearing the prophecy of a co-worker, who said that being a mother wouldn’t negatively affect
her in any way, Makima, knowing that it would please her parents, decided to pick Denji.

Specifically, she liked to have a daughter. Once the robe was removed, Denji’s eyes went
incredibly wide when he saw that she was wearing a set of black lingerie, and seeing her
body nearly got him erect. The dogs all curiously sat down and watched them while Denji’s
hands were roaming across her flawless body, cherishing every inch of her skin. Once he was
done with it, he went on to grab her breasts, lightly squeezing them. “Are you a good boy,
Denji-kun?”

“Yes… I am…” Denji answered, looking at her with an open mouth and red cheeks. That
answer earned a smile from Makima, who then crawled down until her head was in front of
his crotch. The seductive look Makima was giving him wanted to make him go crazy, and the
bulge in his pants began to grow in size. Makima squinched her eyes with interest, chuckling
and rubbing her fingers on the bulge.

“Impatient, I see.” She commented as Denji began to unbutton and pull down the zipper,
feeling the tightness around his pants slightly fade away. Makima slowly and teasingly pulled
down his pants, raising an eyebrow when she saw his raging erection, which made it seem
like it was about to tear a large hole in his underwear. She tried to hold back a gasp after
removing that last piece of clothing, a little surprised at his size. “Oh my…”

Denji took off his shirt, quietly letting out a moan when he felt her breaths hitting against his
dick. He couldn’t believe that Miss Makima was about to give him his head; it would be
heavenly, he was sure of that. He squirmed when Makima held the rod of meat by the base,
and she opened her mouth before engulfing the glans wholly. “Oh God!”

He threw his head back in bliss the moment Makima’s tongue touched the tip of his cock. He
felt paralyzed due to the sheer pleasure from the bobs of her head. Makima’s eyes remained
closed, but she could still feel Denji’s joy, judging by his moans and whimpers. She worked
her mouth so well that Denji’s grip on the couch loosened and his mind was blank, so he
couldn’t express that with words.

His moans fueled Makima, urging her to swallow his cock deeper, and it was not just her
mouth that was doing all the work; her right hand also joined in to pleasure Denji, who might
have already ascended to heaven. Her free hand cupped his balls, teasingly flicking them.
There couldn’t be only seven heavens because Denji would say that he was in the eighth or
ninth heaven. ‘Oh God! Miss Makima’s mouth feels so great!’ Denji began to sweat
profusely, even though it was cold outside. Still, it was quite a sight for him to see a serious
woman like Makima sucking on his dick, and Denji loved that.

Denji freely expressed the pleasure he was receiving by moaning and deeply inhaling.
Makima kissed the tip, pressing his wet cock against her cheek, before she flashed a smirk at
Denji. After that, she resumed the whole activity again, and Denji was lost in the sexual
rapture one more time. The dogs, meanwhile, just watched with curiosity in their eyes.

“You want it between my breasts, don’t you, Denji-kun?” She pulled out to ask him before
bobbing her head again. The boy eagerly nodded, wanting to feel his cock between her tits.
Makima, with a chuckle, pulled out, wiping her lips before groping her own breasts, giggling
when she heard a loud gulp from Denji, who desired to have his genital between her tits. He
did that once with Himeno before, soon loved that sh*t, and now he wanted to do that with
Makima.

Denji just wanted to take that lingerie off and see her bare tits. Makima lightly lifted her
breasts and slid the erect cock between the cracks. Due to the restriction of movement from
the lingerie, it didn’t go between the cracks as easily as she thought, but that didn’t mean it
was difficult to do. Once his cock was between her tits, the tip poking her in the chin,
Makima began to chafe them, moving them up and down to cause some friction, thus
pleasuring him. "You like it, Denji-kun?” He nodded repeatedly, which earned a hum from
Makima.

Denji let out a long moan as the red-haired woman continued to sassify him with just her
boobs. It was like masturbation, but much, much better. Occasionally, she would kiss on the
tip while rubbing her breasts between his members, giving him the looks that seemed to bring
him closer to orgasm. Denji wasn’t prepared for this, not her dominant side. From the very
beginning, she was the one who took the lead, the one who controlled everything. He was,
basically, her pet.

Judging by his moans and almost unintelligible whimpers, Makima finally heard that he was
about to cum, which, of course, disappointed her. “Denji-kun… Have you told you that?” She
stopped, Denji widely opening his eyes and being extremely down and wondering why she
stopped that amazing boobjob. Makima just looked at him with a frown and removed his dick
from her breasts. “I don’t like it when you cum without my permission, Denji-kun.” A frown
stained her beautiful face, and Makima looked at him with disappointment. A gasp left
Denji’s mouth when she removed his cock between her breasts. “Such a bad dog you are.”

Denji didn’t know what he did wrong; maybe she didn’t like him busting a nut on her skin.
That seemed plausible, but she said that she didn’t like him cuddling without her permission.
"I'm... sorry, Miss Makima." Denji apologized, which brought a smile to Makima again. She
said nothing; instead of punishing him like she did with her dogs, she moved back and stood
up, running her hands on her thighs while Denji’s dick twitched with excitement.

“For that, you will be punished, Denji-kun.” She pulled down the underwear, leaving only the
garters as the only pieces of clothing on her thighs, and Denji gulped in lust while his cock
was twitching. He could even see her pubes when she pulled them down past their knees,
giving him a soft hum as she turned to look at him. After removal, she threw the underwear
on the couch and sat down on the table, putting that cup of tea aside.

Denji’s mouth watered when she presented her wet cavern, spreading the lips for a better
view for him to admire. The punishment she meant was to give her a cunnilingus, and that
was exactly what Denji wished for. He gulped again as he crawled toward Makima like a
dog, even poking his tongue out to impersonate one. That pleased Makima, who ordered him
to please her; if he failed, more punishments for him.

Of course, that motherfucker would gladly accept it, but for now, he wanted to savor the taste
of her pussycat. Denji moaned in estacy when he got the first lick of her genital, and that got
a low hum of sastifaction from Makima, whose blush began to spread across her body.
Putting a hand on the back of his hair, she lightly pressed it harder to deepen his tongue
inside of her, and Denji soon turned more ballistic the more he got to slurp her leaking fluid.
“Good boy!” She patted his head, caringly stroking his hair.

Denji had no idea why Makima would choose him of all people, because having the chance
to knock her up was the weirdest and best thing he had ever heard. Still, he didn’t know if
they would do it together or if she would stay as a single mother. Despite the questions in his
head, Denji didn’t want to stop licking her pussycat hungrily. The soft moans that left her
mouth seemed to only fuel his desire to push his tongue deeper inside, wriggling it inside and
licking her vagina clean.

A bead of cumulus leaked out of his urethra while he was still praising her. Denji desperately
wanted to cum, but Makima didn’t allow him to. Makima knew that, but she wanted to edge
him more. “Are you a good dog, Denji-kun? Are you?” She could hear his muffled hum
below, and Denji pulled out to flick her clitoris. That got a long moan from her, as did the
way his tongue danced and kissed the sensitive part of her vulva. The more she let out moans,
his need to make her orgasm grew fiercer.

Denji knew that she was closer, judging by her twitching body and quick moans. The hand on
his head pressed harder, forcing him to finish her off, and Denji obediently complied with her
wish. Makima’s body temperature grew exponentially, so much that Denji could feel the heat
just by putting his hands on her thighs, but that was a sign of her enjoying it. The dogs,
meanwhile, just watched.

A stream of fluid flowed out of her vagina, and Denji shamelessly received all of that in his
mouth, carefully not missing a single drop of it. Makima bit her lips, nails digging into her
palm, as she was going through one hell of an orgasm. She flicked her hair behind her back
and looked at Denji, who was still busy cleaning her pussycat and inner thighs. “Good
boy…” He looked up at her with wide eyes, tongue out, and as Makima turned around, her
ass presented itself to Denji.
It was an invitation, and Denji, unsurprisingly, accepted it. He gave his cock a few gentle
strokes to work it up, his left hand pressing on her bottom and caressing it. Makima let out a
long hum, shaking her ass to persuade him to stick to his dick. She, too, had grown impatient,
just like Denji, and she badly wanted him to initiate the real fun. “Come on, Denji-kun.
How’s the idea of a woman asking for your seed exciting?”

“Very much!” Denji nodded gleefully, and he inserted his cock inside of her awaiting
pussycat. The sharp pain got a loud moan from Makima, whose dogs’ ears rose in confusion.
They thought that their owner was in pain, but it was pleasurable pain for her. Denji had
officially ascended as the tip of his cock kissed the entrance of her uterus, feeling her walls
tighten around his cock. Instead of thrusting his hips, Denji waited for a moment to feel the
blissful sensation inside her vagina.

His knees grew numb, but Denji could still feel how good it was. Makima was also enjoying
herself, judging by her body shaking in satisfaction. Denji could say that he belonged to her
and her only, feeling like he had become one with Makima. “I love it, Miss Makima! I love it
very much!” Denji screamed, wrapping a hand around her waist and sniffing her scent. He
wanted to savor everything about her. It was so different compared to other girls.

Makima just chuckled, and a moan soon interrupted that. “I’m glad to hear that, Denji-kun."
The boy turned feral, and only one thing was on his mind: knocking her up. It would take a
lot of time and energy to succeed, but Denji had plenty. Denji started to thrust his hips,
moaning enthusiastically as the sensation only seemed to multiply. Her inside was warm and
moist, and Denji wanted to ruin it with his seed.

Makima turned her head around, moaning at his lips as the heat of their session rose and the
speed of his thrusts increased. “Don’t you dare to stop, Denji-kun." Denji nodded and
complied with her wish. His hands began to roam across her body, starting with her breasts
first. They weren’t as big as Himeno’s, but Denji had no complaints. Denji groped her boobs
playfully, pressing his thumbs where her nipples were supposed to be. Makima, being
overwhelmed, could only let out short moans as Denji planted kisses on her neck. “You
belong to me, you know that?”

He nodded, also agreeing with her. He didn’t answer her verbally, but rather, the increase in
his speed was a ‘yes’, according to Makima. Denji, who had been denied an orgasm just
minutes ago, felt something was about to erupt inside of him. He didn’t warn Makima of the
incoming orgasm, but she might not care about it anyway. He let out groans, about to reach
his limit, until he let out a long moan along with Makima, who already knew he was inside of
her when he stopped thrusting. “Good boy.”

Denji wiped the sweat off his forehead and rested his dick inside of her pussycat for a while
so that he wouldn’t spill a drop of semen. After nearly half a minute, he pulled out and leaned
down to nip on her ear. “Did I... do well, Miss Makima?” She nodded, but she wasn’t
satisfied with just one round. She had to make sure. Denji was aware of that.

But they couldn’t do it here, just not with the dogs watching them. “We will continue this in
my room now.” Denji agreed with her, carrying her in bridal style and dashing off to her
bedroom with Makima’s instructions. He wanted to do that with her for at least 10 hours.
 Sleep? Denji didn’t need that, and neither did Makima. He had to make sure that she was
properly impregnated.

Abe, once being informed that Makima, one of his agents, was about to take maternity leave
in advance, was extremely delighted to hear that. Still, Abe wasn’t happy much because
Makima was really important to his'secret agency’ as she closely monitored foreign dangers;
for example, she warned them of the assassins who were tasked with killing the breeders.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that she decided to become a mother." Abe just rubbed his chin,
staring at the picture of him and his wife on the desk. “…”

Chapter End Notes

Rizzsaw Denji: "No way, I had sex with Makima right in her house!"
Sexventure Denji: "Me too bro. I even knocked her up!"
Canon Denji: "Wait, you guys have sex with Makima? I got fucked by trauma!"

Now with Makima, the final boss, being defeated, I now can say that we get to the
'DLC'. Just done all of the tests, I failed Biology miserably... I can't imagine Nayuta
being a little annoying gremlin while having a strict mother like Makima, but that kind
of dynamic is interesting, to say the least.

Quick question, you want the Cultural Festival to be an arc, or an interlude. Me,
personally, I would want to make an arc because more sex with more girls. That's all.

Motherfuck... tri-weekly devil is real!!

 A Girl of Few Words (Long)
Chapter Summary

Handcuffs, Cunnilingus, Missionary

Chapter Notes

Long's name will be Ryu, which means dragon

See the end of the chapter for more notes

If his mother’s happiest day in the world was when Denji was born, this was the day when he
got to have sex with Makima for hours, until he felt a little sore in the hips, but regardless, he
still wanted to extend the fun until sleepiness got over the best of them. Denji didn’t even
bother to count how many times he had cum inside of her, but he was certain that hours of
constant fucking definitely gave her pregnancies. Still, Denji wouldn’t want to be part of his
child’s life, mainly because he wouldn’t be a good father, so...

‘Nah, I’d run.’

“You wake up quite early, Denji-kun.” Upon opening his eyes, still a little hazy, Denji could
see Makima, who was lying beside him, still naked and smiling at him. He looked around to
search for a clock to confirm the time, seeing that it was just near 6 in the morning already.
He usually got up way earlier, but he wanted to be on the bed longer with her; five minutes
would be more than enough for him. Makima chuckled, putting a hand on his breathing chest
as she eyed him for a while. “Want to have breakfast with me?”

"Yes, Miss Makima.” He didn’t even bother to ask what she was going to make for him, but
this was Makima we’re talking about, so Denji would eat whatever she gave him. Makima
just hummed and patted him in the head before getting out of bed. Denji tried to pry his eyes
off her naked body, but failed to do so. Makima knew that his stare was on her, so she
decided to linger around in the room for a moment before actually going out. “Enjoying it?”
Denji gulped and nodded, which earned a chuckle from her. “Well, I’m gonna take a bath.
You should put on your clothes, Denji.”

She opened the door, immediately being surrounded by her dogs, who were tapping her legs,
a non-verbal way to say that they were hungry. Makima knew that signal and went to the
kitchen to grab their treats, not forgetting to put on her robe before that. “Don’t be so
impatient, Tiramisu. I already know that you’re hungry!” Makima scowled at her dogs, yet
they were still squeaking annoyingly.
Denji just decided to stay on the bed for a while, trying to inhale the remnant of Makima’s
scent on the mattress. It was the craziest night for them as they both fucked each other
senselessly, not giving a single fuck about time or the knocks on the door around 11 p.m.
They were so loud that Makima’s dogs began to bark, thinking that their owner was in
trouble. Still, that mattered little to Denji, as he got one of the best nights of his life with
Makima. Now that his wish was basically fulfilled, what would he do next?

He didn’t give much thought to it since he wasn’t a very visionary guy. He just wished for
something, quickly discarded it when he got it or was disappointed, and then wished for
another one. Repeat. With one of his biggest wishes now finished, Denji had nothing left to
do; either he would continue his ordinary life in high school...

Or he could go around and fuck more girls.

Didn’t he have sex enough? Denji bedded around thirty girls, or even more, but still, deep
inside his heart, he wanted more. It seemed greedy and selfish of him, but it was basically his
personality; he would never feel fulfilled and satisfied at all. Still, he disliked doing videos
with Fumiko and that one kink of Hofuna. He tiredly sighed, rubbing his eyes and looking at
the covered window. “…” Denji really didn’t want to leave the bed because it’s so
comfortable.

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“I’m home!” Denji shouted once he opened the door of his house, immediately hearing a
shout from the living room. That voice belonged to his tired mother, who was watching her
favorite opera soap while drinking some tea. Denji noticed that his father wasn’t home, which
was a good thing for both of them. His mother’s eyes beamed in happiness when he placed
down a bag of fruits she liked. “I stayed at a friend’s house and accidentally overslept."

“You have done this exactly three times already, Denji. You stayed at a girl’s house?” She
grinned at her son, who had a slight blush on his face, almost giving away everything. “The
last thing I want to hear is that you have done something dirty, young man.” Denji almost
said something but decided against it. The more he says something, the closer she will be
able to find out the truth. “I have been wondering for a long time, Denji... Where did you
manage to get that much money?”

Denji looked at her with wide eyes, a drop of sweat visible on his forehead. He would never
think that his mother would ever wonder about that, but seeing how much fruit he had
bought, some of them were apples and grapes, which are very expensive in Japan. His mother
could clearly see his hesitation just by looking at his body language. "I forgot to tell you that
I had a job."
“Oh my God!” She exclaimed, raising her hands in the sky and calling out to Kami. “You
aren’t supposed to do that! Having a job is against the school’s rules; you know that."Denji
just blinks, and then he realizes that. Still, that lie actually worked, judging that his mother
fully believed it. Denji rubbed his hair and told her that it was only temporary and he would
quit soon, which relieved her. “Phew… I couldn’t imagine what would happen if school
found out that you had a job.” She coughed, and Denji quickly went to grab some medicine.

Well, her disease, although still present, somewhat improved in a good way. She now
coughed less; not too much blood was bursting out of her mouth again, but she still needed a
monthly check-up and medicine in order to be well. Denji didn’t forget to bring a cup of
warm water for her. As he placed the pills down on the table, his mother’s hands reached for
them and chugged them all in one go. "Mom, I passed the midterm exam."

Her eyes went unbelievably wild, and with a drop of tears, she leaned forward to give him a
bear hug that didn’t hurt him much. Denji’s lips quivered before he hesitantly returned the
hug, giving her soft pats on the back. “Oh Denji… I knew you could pass because I, your
mother, believe in you!” Pochita tipped his hat. Denji felt a little embarrassed, but he still
nodded. She was so delighted that she just wanted to hug him for minutes, hours, even. “And
oh, your school will be hosting a cultural festival next week?”

“Yes.” They broke the hug, with Denji looking a little bewildered. “But why do you ask?
Next time is your monthly check-up."

She just gave him a smile and shook her head. “Nothing… I just asked to confirm it.” With
that said, she went back to watching TV, her son looking at her still. Denji suspected about
her intention, but knowing his mother, a weak and frail woman, wouldn’t just abandon her
check-up just to go to the cultural festival in his school, right?

Right?

“I missed the cultural festivals." She spoke, earning his attention. “Back in the day, my class
hosted a mini-game where people could throw paint balls at each other. At first, it was very
fun and organized... until some unwanted friendly fires occurred, then chaos ensued. They
started to attack each other; no mercy was given, even to my very own classmates!” Denji
nodded, and she smiled as the embarrassing memory returned. “I couldn’t even land a hit on
anyone at all, and people were raining down on me with lots of paintballs! I wish... I could
relive that memory.” Denji blinked, feeling a little worried about his mother.

He scratched the back of his head, finding himself speechless. Denji never heard much about
her old life, so every time she mentioned it, he would just sit by her and listen. She told him it
was very fun back in the day, and she missed it very much. Denji didn’t know when or how
his father met her, but he wouldn’t want to learn about that knowledge, thinking it might not
be pleasant to hear. “It sounded... fun.” Denji uttered, and his mother just smiled. “I’m
changing my clothes now. I have to go to school now.”

“I left your uniforms hanging on the balcony. It must be dried by now!” Denji bid her a thank
you and walked up the stairs. She went back to mind her own business, and then she peeked
her head out again. “Also, Denji, I noticed that there was a red ball thing in the pocket of
your jacket. What is that?
“You do not want to know!” Denji realized that he forgot to hide the ball gag given by
Hofuna, who gave him more than just one item. A handcuff was in his bag, and he also forgot
to take it out. Denji’s mother had no idea what those things were for, but judging by the
design, she thought it was a broken clacker, and the handcuffs were for a project in his
school. Such a naïve woman.

Later.

“They have already decorated the gate and now the hall too.” Asa munched on her bread as
she watched the students from the art club bring paint and brushes, along with some large
banners. It was a tedious task for them, but the result would be worth it. Denji hummed, not
too interested in these kinds of activities. While he was drinking his strawberry milk, he
sensed that someone had just sat beside him, turning around to see Yoru, who, as usual, wore
a grin on her face. “Can you, for one day, stop coercing him?!”

“What?” Yoru angrily stared at her sister. “A girl has her own needs, and she needs a man to
smother them!”

"That's—how are you justifying your horniness?!”

“Oh yeah, wasn’t you the one that gave us the look that screamed ‘I want to do that with him’
whenever we got to business?” Yoru’s elbows were placed on the table, his fingers accusingly
pointing at Asa, whose face reddened in shame. Of course, Yoru was no idiot; she had
noticed that Asa would bite her lips every time Denji and she began to undress each other.
From the outside, she said that she had no interest in such dirty acts, but deep down, the older
sister knew what Asa wanted.

“…” Denji observed that they were like dogs and cats, even though they would just reconcile
with each other at the end of the day. Some students noticed the sisters’ little ruckus; luckily,
none of them knew the full context to judge. Yoru continued to poke at Asa’s vulnerable
sides, and the sister struck back with mocking sentences that involved sex. “I’m just gonna
leave.” As expected, they didn’t notice him at all, and Denji utilized that opportunity to leave.

Particularly, he had nowhere to go other than the yard. For a while, he wandered aimlessly,
munching his bread while waves of students walked past him, all of them planning the
cultural festival. Of course, he had no intention of joining, so it was all meaningless to him.

Denji saw a few familiar faces along the way, but he just gave them a quick ‘hi’ before
moving on to somewhere. Just as he was about to take a right turn, he almost bumped into
Quanxi, who immediately placed a hand on his shoulder and was about to ask him to do
something.

“I’m busy with my work right now. Can you help me look after Ryu right now? She should
be in the usual place.” Quanxi kindly asked for his help, and Denji narrowed his eyes before
thinking. Since the cultural festival was near, Pingtsi was busy helping her class decorate, as
were Tsugihagi and Kosumo, the latter preparing a new cosplay to do a performance.

Denji didn’t know much about Ryu aside from her rare condition that has something to do
with words, and Quanxi usually taught her to pronounce words properly. Seeing how
pleading Quanxi’s eyes were, Denji couldn’t help but nod, which brought a smile to the
white-haired teacher. ” "Thank you.” She hugged him, and Denji returned it gently.

Kishibe, from afar, watched with a straight face, rubbing his chin in thought. ‘Ugh… I might
have to speed up the process, will I?’ They broke the hug, and both went on different paths.
Denji thought that Ryu might feel a little uncomfortable unless Quanxi was with them, so he
might as well have decided to buy some snacks for her.

“Does she even like them spicy or seafood-flavored?" Denji didn’t know what to pick, so he
just essentially bought all three different flavors from the cafeteria. As soon as he reached the
designated room, he turned the doorknob to see Ryu, who was boredly staring at the
windows. The girl snapped her head around, beaming, until she saw Denji. “Uh… hi?”

“Where… Quanxi?” She looked around, narrowing her eyes, when Denji closed the door.
“Where…?”

“Busy. She wanted me to replace her for today.” Ryu visibly looked disappointed, her
shoulders dropping in sadness, and she sat down on the chair again. Denji noticed that she
was a little down, so he opted to lift her mood by cheering her up. “Hey, don’t be sad... I have
snacks!”

“Slacks…?” She mispronounced it, but Denji just lightly chuckled at it and quickly helped
her correct it. Ryu tapped her lips, trying her best to say that word. “Scklacks… I want…
scklacks. Red…”

So she liked the spicy-flavored one. Denji happily handed her the bag of socks to Ryu, who
impolitely snatched it from his hands and began to tear the bag. She stared at the door,
eagerly waiting for Quanxi to come into the room, along with her girlfriends. Denji knew that
it was hopeless but didn’t say anything.

“Where… Quanxi?”

“She’s… busy.” Ryu turned her head to look at him, somewhat disconcerned about the lack
of her girlfriends’ presence, and although she could say that Denji was her friend, it didn’t
feel the same as Quanxi. “Do you need help? I can... help you read.” She blinked and nodded
shyly.

He wouldn’t say that he was a great teacher, but surely he could try to be a better tutor for
Ryu. From what he observed, she knew how to read, but her ability to build a proper sentence
and pronunciation still needed some work. This shouldn’t be too hard. “What I said earlier is
'snack'. Snack…”

“Schlacks…”

“No, it's... snacks.”

“Sch… Scnacks?”

“Almost there!”
“Sn… Snuck…”

Denji bit his lips, nearly on the verge of letting out a sigh of exhaustion. “Yeah… You almost
got it right.” Ryu raised her hands in the air, silently cheering herself on for trying that hard.
He bit his lips, a smile spreading from his lips as he patted her head as the girls were eating
snacks. It was tiresome, and that was just one minute into the small lesson, but Denji didn’t
complain much as he knew Quanxi had most likely gone through this before.

Well, to think that all four girls Quanxi cared about at least had one major flaw, even though
one month ago she said that she wanted to bed as many girls as possible. “Quanxi-sensei is
nice to you, isn’t she?” Ryu happily nodded with a mouth full of snacks. “Just to let you
know, the crepe and the cotton candy she bought for you girls in the amusement park were all
from my money!” He grinned.

Ryu looked at him with a confused expression, blinking as she finally comprehended what he
said. “Thank… you…” She leaned on him and gave him a little hug, which surprised Denji,
but he still softly returned that hug. Ryu tightly shut her eyes, but then they burst open when
she felt something hard in his pocket.

Curiosity was one of the most prominent traits of Ryu, and she, of course, dug her hand into
the pocket to grab the thing. “Ryu?” Denji felt shuffling and noticed that she was staring at
the metallic equipment in his pocket. That soon turned out to be a pair of handcuffs. “Don’t
touch that.” Denji tried to snatch it, but Ryu swiftly dodged him and continued to stare at the
equipment in awe.

She had seen this thing before, in movies where police apprehended criminals with these
things. But she also had seen these things somewhere, in a much deeper part of the interest:
porn. Ryu has a handcuff kink, and she once asked Quanxi if they would try to do that, but
the white-haired woman said that they would try that another time.

Denji didn’t know why the handcuff was in his pocket; he was sure that he put it in his
backpack. Maybe dementia kicked in? Or Pochita was the culprit? Either way, Denji knew
that the situation would end with them having sex just by looking at the face she was making.
Ryu, carrying an almost innocent face, handed him the handcuff. “Se…x… Sex…”

“… No… We’re not doing this. not right here.” All of a sudden, Ryu stood up from her seat
and went to the door and locked it, giving them some privacy to do the thing. Denji wanted to
turn down the offer, but seeing the persistent look on her face, he knew that she wouldn’t give
up that easily.

He sighed and looked at the handcuffs on his hand before turning his gaze at her. The small
girl just stared at him, her arms extending to him as a way to order him to put the handcuffs
on her wrists. Luckily, he had the key with him, so nothing would go wrong during the
intercourse. "Want to try that?" She pointed at the handcuffs, a blush painting her cheeks red.

Denji expressed worry, but nevertheless, he still did what she ordered him to and slapped the
handcuffs on her wrists. The size of the equipment was small enough to prevent Ryu from
escaping, which excited her. “Is it comfortable or..." Denji’s question was cut off when a
shake of her head pretty much answered his question. “Okay…”
Bondage isn’t something in which Denji was much interested, mainly because Hofuna’s kin
traumatized him. The handcuffs weren’t supposed to be here; Denji knew he put them
somewhere in his backpack. Either way, he still had a girl to sexually please right now. Ryu is
a girl of few words, literally, so he wouldn’t expect her to express herself verbally.

Ryu viewed herself as a criminal who was caught by a policeman, Denji. Now, caught and
apprehended, she couldn’t do anything but let Denji do anything to her. The blonde boy’s
hands were firmly placed on her waist, imagining her figure in his mind. She was petite, just
like the other Quanxi’s girls, and Denji found it quite enjoyable.

Ryu’s hot breaths hit against his neck, and Denji looked down at her before leaning in for a
kiss with Ryu, who tentatively responded to it. Her tied hands restricted her movements a lot,
and Denji used that opportunity to do whatever he wanted with her. "Scared," she mumbled.

Denji pursed his lips, nodding and assuring her with a soft kiss on the forehead. He had to
make sure that she felt comfortable enough. Knowing that she had sex with Quanxi before,
Denji had to do some warm-up by giving her a cunnilingus. “Sit on the table."

She complied, her breaths starting to get faster when Denji lifted her skirt up, getting a good
look at her covered crotch. Ryu was really embarrassed, but she was the one to initiate the
whole thing, so Denji wasn’t the one to be blamed. As his fingers slowly pulled down her
pants, his tongue poked out when he was able to see her womanhood. A little bushy, but
Denji could work with that.

Ryu let out a soft exhale when she felt something wet digging into her vagina, and the
sensitive part of her vulva was being rubbed by his lips. “G- Good…” She struggled to let out
a word; her mouth couldn’t stop gasping as his tongue continued to dig deeper, exploring
every centimeter of her inside fiercely. Denji kissed and flicked her bean, earning gasps and
low moans from Ryu as she put her hands on top of his head, the chain rubbing on his hair.

It was somewhat similar to having sex with Quanxi, just minus the imminent penetration.
Denji, although not as skilled as the white-haired teacher, still managed to rock her world by
repeatedly licking her pussy. The smell wasn’t as pleasant as he thought, but regardless, he
still ate her out like a hungry beast. Ryu tightly bit her lips and pressed his head harder, trying
to deepen his tongue inside. Denji eagerly gobbled up the small amount of her juice,
humming in estacy.

Denji tilted his head a bit so that his nose could have some air, which allowed him to extend
the fun way longer. Lucky for them, they had plenty of time—thirty minutes, to be exact.
Ryu’s low moans soon transisted to loud ones, which fueled Denji’s need to sassify her. The
sensation of his wet tongue touching her flesh excited him, even slowly getting him erect.
“Good…” She murmured again.

His hands were pressed on her inner thighs, and when he spread her legs wider just to have
more space, Ryu jerked her head back and let out a moan, trying to utter a word. Denji heard
a knock on the door and abruptly stopped the act, which disappointed Ryu. “Yo, this room is
occupied. Let’s go find another room.”
“…” The pair of students were utterly disappointed when they had to halt their fun just
because of some unknown students who knocked on the door. Ryu, out of the two, was most
pissed off, and she let out that frustation by poking her tongue at the door. “Hate…” Denji
also hated that.

He wiped his mouth and chin clean, stood up, and laid her down on the table. Particularly, he
wasn’t up for any fancy position today, and knowing that Ryu was still unexperienced, Denji
would just do all the work. “It won’t hurt much, I promise.” Ryu looked at him and shyly
nodded before allowing her body to relax while he was on top of her. Ryu wished that Quanxi
was here to help her.

Denji pulled his pants down to his ankles, not even bothering to fully remove them. His
underwear was at his knee level, and his throbbing erect cock was seen by Ryu, who just
gulped in anxiety, but a quick kiss on the lips from Denji somewhat eased her down. As he
lay on top of her, brushing his cock against her entrance, Ryu looked to the side, hiding her
embarrassed face.

Still, Denji could feel the handcuffs’ chain on his neck when her hands went behind his back,
her hands touching the back of his head. For a while, Denji looked at her affirmatively,
waiting until Ryu was ready. They said nothing; they just looked each other in the eyes for a
while before she nodded, giving him permission to enter.

Denji slowly thrust his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside her vagina. Ryu’s mouth widely
opened, and a gasp left her mouth as her body now fully processed the pain. Denji sensed
something wet on the shaft of his penis, knowing it was blood. He knew that he just basically
took her first time with a single hip thrust, so he leaned down to give her kisses of assurance
and apology.

He grunted as he pulled back, his mouth planting kisses on her neck next. Ryu’s breaths
repeatedly hit his neck, and he began to thrust again, causing her to whimper as the sensation
returned. If her hands weren’t tied by the handcuffs, she would have bitten and clawed him
just to forget the pain. Ryu, who was basically Powa in terms of ferocity, would have
thrashed in annoyance were it not for the handcuffs.

Denji moaned as the tip of his penis continuously hit her cervix gently, unlike how forceful
he would choose to be. Ryu was fragile and small to him, so he decided to be gentler.
“Hurt… Good…” She moaned while trying to pronounce those words. Denji nipped at her
neck, trying to calm her feral side. The sounds of metallic chains clicking and moaning filled
the room, their bodies chafing each other while Denji and Ryu both went for a long kiss.

He could feel her fingers jabbing the skin of his neck; most likely, Ryu was wanting to claw
at him because of the pain. Luckily, the handcuffs prevented her from doing that, and her
body language said that she enjoyed being cuffed. Over time, her vagina seemed to have
expanded to accommodate his size, and Ryu’s body became less tense now.

Cute moans continuously left her mouth as his tip endlessly jabbed her cervix, the walls of
her vagina tightening around his cock a bit, helping cause some friction. Ryu would have
commented that it felt a little bit better than scissoring with Quanxi, but the teacher still
 expressed her care for the girl with more kisses and hair stroking. She still felt comfortable
around Denji.

Having sex on the table wasn’t as bad as he thought; the only problem they had to worry
about was the possibility of the table collapsing under their weight or the loud sounds of
creaking. He moaned at her neck, whispering something to Ryu, whose blush burned redder.
“Snuck…?” Denji nodded, promising to give her lots of snacks. “Thank… you…”

Denji let out a moan when he knew he was close to orgasm, so he increased the speed of his
thrusts, and Ryu’s moaning increased along the way. Their moans mixed with each other, and
now she was on the verge of screaming out as the fast thrusts just made it seem like her
vagina was being ruined and ravaged. With one final thrust, Denji blasted a load inside of her
pussy, moaning with Ryu as he painted her inside white with his semen.

“…” Ryu tried to regain her breath, looking into his eyes and pleading for a kiss, to which
Denji wordlessly complied. “Tired…” She mumbled when they broke the kiss, and Denji just
looked at the two packs of snacks on the table. Maybe they could eat that.

After he pulled out, he immediately freed her hands and threw those handcuffs away. Ryu, no
longer feeling the tightness around her wrists, rubbed on her arms while Denji kissed her
cheek, and Ryu leaned on him. Quanxi might not be happy to hear that Denji just basically
had sex with Ryu, but this, specifically, was a canon event. “You like spicy snacks?”

“Yes… Snuck…” She closed her eyes, resting for a while. Denji, who could go for more
rounds, just caringly hugged her, looking at Ryu and watching as she placed her head on his
lap. “Snuck… I love…” Denji rubbed his eyes, sighing and wondering why girls just kept
throwing themselves at him.

Suffering from success.

Chapter End Notes

I forgot that in the manga, Long had a pair of handcuffs in her first introduction, and I
totally didn't notice that when writing Rizzsaw Man.

Well, I still have yet to know when I will write a sixsome chapter between Denji/Quanxi
and the harem. I have been plotting a chap where Denji did all the Mitakas, including
the mother :))
 Used By a Group of Friends (Spear Hybrid, Sugo Miri)
Chapter Summary

Warning: rape, physical abuse

Yari: Rape, Raw sex, Lap sex

Barem: Choking

Miri: Cunnilingus, Missionary

Chapter Notes

Spear Hybrid's name will be Yari, which literally means spear.

Yeah, I'm lazy with names.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“So each class has to put on at least three performances for the cultural festival? That sounds
great!” Reze exclaimed, feeling a little excited for the upcoming event. Yuko, leaning toward
Denji and enthusiastically explaining to the Russian girl, began to list other activities.

It was really fun, from the musical performances, games, food (Kiga only cared about this),
and probably more. Their class had two contestants: Seigi doing some show with his muscles
and Reze readying to make some cool chemical stuff, leaving one slot empty.

Bimu could fill in the slot, but since her performance would look somewhat similar to
Seigi’s, they had to find someone else who has different talents. Two is fine, though, but
Hayakawa-sensei would prefer if everyone had fun. “How long does it last? Two days? Do
we have to sleep in the school through the night?”

“Yes! So be sure to bring some clothes and a blanket.” Yuko giggled as Denji wrapped his
arm around the girl’s chest, while the boy looked a little sleepy. "Didn't you have enough
sleep, Denji?”

“No… I’m just thinking about what to buy."

“To buy what?” Shindi, from beside him, asked.

“My mother’s birthday will arrive in nearly two weeks, but I have yet to come up with
something to buy for her." Her birthday is coincidentally just a few days after the cultural
festival ends. She is a little modest and will happily accept anything he gives her. But for this
year’s birthday, he wanted to make it special for her.

The girls all tried to suggest something, but they quickly found it a little expensive or
unsuitable. Initially, they suggested a big bouquet and a dinner for her, but Denji wanted the
gift to be long-term and meaningful, so it must be an ‘item’.

Shindi said that he should buy jewelry for her, silver if he wanted to tighten his belt. Denji’s
eyes slowly widened in surprise, and he found that the best one yet. "Yeah, that I can do." But
jewelry ain’t that cheap, so he might have to work his ass out to earn as much money as he
could. ‘Back to business, am I?’

“Don’t even think about whoring yourself around school, Denji. If you do, I will report this to
Hayakawa-sensei!” Reze laughed at Denji’s shocked reaction, and she threw her head back
when Yoru passed by, the former agreeing with her. Reze had watched Denji have sex with
Hofuna and Miri, and she found it... enjoyable, to say the least.

“Another day?” Both Yuko and Shindi leaned in closer to Denji, sandwiching him while
having smirks on their faces. Denji, sighing in exhaustion, nodded and immediately hugged
him.

“Have fun, guys. Club things again."Reze sighed when she got a notification from Santa,
who had been a little tired and dizzy lately for some reason. Denji waved her goodbye as she
did the same before walking off.

Denji, having nothing to do, decided to stay with Yuko and Shindi for a while. The two girls
didn’t particularly fight for his attention right now; they were just sitting and hugging him.
They only compete in threesomes. “It would be heaven if we just all hid behind thick
blankets in this cold weather.”

“And watch some movies. Horror ones…” Yuko sighed.

"Yeah, I agree.” Denji groaned, remembering that he had a schedule with Santa this weekend.
He closed his eyes, trying to get his mind off the problems, but then he felt someone’s hand
lightly smacking his cheek, and he grunted. “Stop, Yuko! I hate it when you do that.”

“Wake up, Denji. He’s looking at you.” His eyes burst open, and he saw Akera blankly
staring at him while he noticed that some students were uncomfortable at the display of the
PDA, yet Yuko and Shindi seemed to not care. Kusakabe, on the other hand,

"Oh, please, Hayakawa! Don’t be such a killjoy! Let the kids have fun of their own!” Himeno
came up to them, tapping her friend’s shoulder before dragging her away. “The kids aren’t
doing anything inappropriate at all.”

“I’m not talking about that.” Akera pointed at the third floor, in front of Denji’s point of view,
to see Kusakabe watching them expressionlessly while Yuko was hugging the boy. Akera,
even though she was back to work recently, knew about the tension between them.
“Oh…” Himeno mumbled, his eyes fixating on Denji, who was clueless about Kusakabe.
“He is dead, then.”

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“So, how is he?” Barem leaned in closer to Hofuna, smirking widely as the rich girl
embarrassedly looked away, trying to cover her blush. From the look of it, some accidents
might have occurred, but it must have done something with Hofuna, after all. “Let me guess,
you got humbled."

“Shut up! I pegged him!”

“No, you didn’t.” Miri ate her steak peacefully, not caring about the hateful glance her friend
was giving her. Barem immediately burst into laughter when the shortest of the group pouted,
gritting her teeth in annoyance. “She tried to act all mighty and dom, but then he taught her a
lesson.”

Denji’s bus is safe for now.

Initially, the intercourse turned in the favor of Hofuna, but then after a while, Denji would
take the lead, completely overwhelming her, and Miri just watched. As bossy as she looks,
she wouldn’t stay that way for long. Barem looked interested while the quiet one was writing
something on her laptop.

“What’s the thing you’re writing again?” Miri turned to Yari, who was on her computer,
furiously typing a long-ass paragraph. After she pressed on the space bar, she just turned to
the rest of her friends, feeling proud of herself for completing around 50%. “You’re writing a
story or some shit?”

“Fanfiction, to be exact.” That didn’t get any reactions from them, as they had no idea what
that meant. Miri rubbed her chin, noticing that the grammar level of the sentences was
sophisticated.

“And I once thought you were a novelist." Barem realized that, just from a few paragraphs,
Yari was basically writing about the rape of a man who was being sexually assaulted by a
woman. An interesting plot, she would say. “Rape? I never knew you had that kind of
preference."

“I was just in a mood and wanted to write something more different.” Yari leaned back,
crossing her arms, and thought about how to continue the chapter. She didn’t know what to
write, mainly because she couldn’t imagine the tension, thoughts, and emotions between the
characters. She heard about rapes a lot on TV, but those were mostly females.
Now, she wanted to know how a male would think before imminent rape.

“I’m kind of stuck right here—writer's block, to be exact." She tapped her computer
repeatedly, trying to think of a way to describe the male’s thoughts but failing. Would he feel
excited, frightened, or perhaps unnaturally neutral about that? Her friends looked a little
confused, and Miri was the first to break the long silence.

“Can’t you just write it in what direction you want it to be?” Yari could just pick a random
way and go with the flow, but that, specifically, ticked her off. Yari wanted her stories to have
some tint of realism in them, not letting any random assumptions ruin the direction of her
fics.

A lot of questions had been running inside her brains, and she wanted to have them all solved
with just a guy she could use. Well, she imagined him all tied up, his mouth blocked by a
piece of clothing, and she wanted to know his reactions when she forcefully copulated with
him.

This mostly relieved the characters, as the male in the story was a desperate pervert who
wanted to get laid. She suspected the reaction would be a mix of excitement and horror when
he got raped, but she couldn’t exactly know what would happen.

“So, in short, you want to rape a guy just to realistically write this one fic..." Yari nodded at
Barem’s question, Miri frowning at the idea of rape, but Hofuna seemed invested and would
be willing to help. “Interesting, I like that!” Barem laughed, slapping the table and saying that
she was in. “I like it!”

“Woah woah… That’s just very wrong."Miri was stopped by Hofuna, whose smirk was
present on her face, as the rich girl suggested only one specific guy for that: Denji. “Isn’t this
a little too far?”

“As long as he gets paid, he would be a good dog; I’m sure of it.” Barem grinned, Hofuna
nodded, and Yari just raised an eyebrow, pushing her glasses up and turning to look at the
screen again. Seeing how incomplete it was, she just wanted to fill it with words, so, without
a doubt, she agreed with their idea.

Later.

Denji didn’t know what to do today other than hang around with girls or wander around.
Aside from going to Quanxi’s private room to meet up with her girls, he decided to go around
and find customers to run errands for. Unfortunately, people were too busy with the
decorations and the work for the cultural festival to notice Denji.

‘…’ Denji looked at the bushes, where a small tunnel lies, and immediately had an idea of
escaping. He looked around, making sure that Akera wasn’t anywhere in sight. After that, he
sneakily walked to the iron bars, still looking around to make sure she wasn’t there, until...

“What are you doing?” Akera, out of nowhere, appeared behind him and asked bluntly.
Judging by the look of it, she knew clearly of his intention, but she still wanted to frighten
him. Immediately hearing her voice, Denji sharply turned around, holding 10,000 yen in his
fingers.

He hastily took it from his wallet, and he tried to fool her with it. "I... found this near the
fences, so I picked it up!” Akera hummed, leaning closer to take a closer look at the money.
“Someone must have dropped it, I guess.”

“If so…” She took the money, much to Denji’s surprise, and she put it in her pocket. “This is
not your money, nor mine, so I will put this in the office and announce to find out who lost it.

“Wait wait! It’s my money."

"Why did you say you found it?”

“I lied… "I was jus trying to sneak out of school. At least he was honest about it. Akera,
though surprised, kindly handed him his money back before pulling out a cigarette pack.
Denji’s eyes widened, and he confusedly looked at it. “Doesn’t school ban smoking?”

“Truth is… I wanted to have a smoke but couldn’t risk getting caught by Kishibe. She asked
him if he was uncomfortable with the unpleasant scent of smoke, to which he said no. With
that, she lit up the cigarette, inhaled, and then blew the smoke out of her mouth.

“Congratulations, Hayakawa-sensei. You just broke the rules. Denji clapped his hands,
earning a soft chuckle from the teacher, who checked if anyone was around.

“Himeno always said that we should take the edge off sometimes... She was kind of right
about that one.” She looked at the smoke, staring at the horizon for a while. Denji agreed
with a hum, putting the 10,000 yen back in his pocket. They didn’t talk, not for a while; they
just kept staring somewhere with a blank face. “I’m glad to see that you have improved
yourself, both in personality and study.”

“I got motivated.” Akera didn’t care what or who did, but she was grateful that Denji went
from an unruly, naughty boy to somewhat obedient, but still a little reckless. “You went back
to school earlier than I expected.” He thought she would be back for at least two more weeks.

Akera just furrowed her eyebrows, pursing her lips, and put the cigarette in her mouth again.
She, although a little reserved, wanted to have more people around her, and the urge to teach
reached its limit, so she went back to work. Also, she wondered why her brother had been
going out a lot, which resulted in her apartment drowning in silence.

“It’s hard to believe that I disappeared for two weeks and then came back to hear that you
have been getting handsy with the girls; some are in other classes.” Denji dropped a sweat.
“Even Santa looks at you, funnily.” Another sweat trickled down his forehead as Akera eyed
him. “Is there something I missed?"

“No…” Convincing. “We’re just friends.” Akera raised an eyebrow, not totally buying that
explanation. The way they touched, hugged, and occasionally whispered something to each
other’s ears suggested that they were much more than friends. And Denji had a lot of
‘friends’. Denji tried to switch the topic. “Are you and Himeno-sensei friends?”
“Yes, since primary school.” They had been friends for two decades, and their friendship was
sometimes a little romantic. Himeno would lose control every time she got drunk and began
to do naughty things, but Akera thought that it was the alcohol that affected her mind, yet
when they got sober again, they realized they were both in bed, naked.

What happened? Who the fuck knows?

“How is your mother? Is she doing well?” Denji nodded, telling her that the condition had
lessened in pain and that she coughed less than normal. “That’s good to hear.” Akera threw
the cigarette in the nearby trash can, drinking some water to wash away the smell in her
mouth. “I thought that Powa would be feral without me, but to my surprise, some students
said you calmed her down with some technique."

“…”

"Okay, okay, you two are friends, I reckon.” She waved her hand before he could even get to
explain. “Anyway… don’t even think about sneaking out of school again.” She pointed at
Denji, who had a grin on his face. He was just happy to hear that warning again.

“Did we really do anything in Himeno’s house?” Unknowingly, he began to sweat, and his
eyes darted to the ground to avoid eye contact with Hayakawa, who narrowed her eyes in
confusion as Denji shrugged his shoulders. "Weird. ‘Cause when I opened my eyes, I
somehow saw myself being sandwiched between Himeno and you on the floor."

“That’s… weird. Maybe the alcohol fried your mind, sensei?”

“That…” Akera sighed, slapping her cheek. “Makes sense.” But that doesn’t explain why she
was semi-shirtless and Denji’s shirt was thrown somewhere. There were clearly gaps in her
memory, but she couldn’t fully remember what actually happened that night. Did she get
drunk and start to make out with him? That would be her worst nightmare.

“Yes, Hayakaw-UGH!" She turned around to see... nothing, like absolutely no sign of him
being here before. She only saw Miri looking a little worried, but from that, she couldn’t tell
where Denji went.

“Denji?”

“Umfh!!” Denji couldn’t tell who was taking him away, as his point of view was shrouded in
darkness by a backpack. He could still hear the girls’ voices, one of which belonged to
Hofuna. ‘What the fuck?!’ Denji squirmed, trying to break free of the taller girl’s grasp but
unable to.

“Where are we doing it?” Barem asked, carrying Denji on her shoulder.

Yari knew about the unused classroom that was somewhere down the hall. It was rarely
walked by, so they could have some privacy in there. Miri, far behind them, worried, put her
hands in her pocket and walked wordlessly behind her friends as they opened the door, and
Hofuna brought out the rope and equipment.
They put on the chair, having yet to remove the backpack off his head, and tied his hands
with the rope Hofuna handed to them. “So, according to the plot, what is involved in this
rape?” Barem asked Yari, who hummed in thought before looking at Denji.

“Restrain, physical pain, and blackmail by recording, I think..." That brought a smile to
Barem’s face, knowing that she could freely fulfill her dirty desires, which involved...
violence. From the description Hofuna gave her, Denji was a shameless pervert who would
be down to do anything when he got paid, and that perfectly described her character.

Hofuna readied her camera, checking if the windows and doors were locked. Once Miri did
that for her, she gave them a thumbs-up. “The camera isn’t necessary." Miri pointed at the
camera, and her friends still proceeded to do their things. Miri still didn’t feel any good about
this, especially when Denji was all tied up and gagged.

“Okay, now we can begin.” Yari removed the backpack off his head, giving him back his
visibility, and the first thing Denji did was thrash violently in his seat. Once he knew the
culprits were Hofuna’s friends, he immediately sensed that intercourse was imminent. “Denji,
right?”

“Yeah…” He glanced to the side to see Hofuna holding a camera while Miri just stood at the
corner. Not only that, but Barem was right behind him, gripping his shoulders. “Okay, if
we’re going to have sex, make it quick! Breaktime is about to end!” These people are weird,
he confessed internally.

Judging by how his hands were tied, this wouldn’t be any ordinary sex, but rather a more
one-sided one. Either with Yari or Barem, Denji was fine with anything as long as his wallet
got thicker. However, he was a tad bit baffled when Barem didn’t remove the rope, and Yari
pulled his zipper down, carefully removing his pants as well.

While she was undoing his pants, she blankly observed his facial expression to see what
reactions he would make. Initially, his face showed impatience, neutraility, and confusion
because she didn’t explain to him what they were going to do. Not the kinds of expressions
she wanted to see, sadly. “Well, I suppose that I haven’t told you about the thing.”

“Then speak.” Denji boredly said, feeling Barem’s hands on his chest as she was unbuttoning
his shirt with a subtle smirk. He could feel her breasts pressing on his nape, and with months
of experience, he could definitely say that they were big. He gritted his teeth, a blush slowly
spreading across his cheeks, when Yari’s fingers reached out to push down her pinafore.

“We’re going to rape you, that’s all!” Barem laughed, also undressing, as Denji wore a
confused face, and then his eyes widened in realization. “Yari here just wants to know how it
feels for a man to get raped, and once we’re done with you, you can go.”

“What the fuck?" That was some fucked-up shit he just heard, and he wasn’t into that shit. He
wasn’t surprised, as he already suspected that they were friends with Hofuna, who was
already fond of weird stuff. The concept didn’t interest him in one bit, but for the money...
“Wait, but the camera..."
Yari wasn’t too happy with the result, but she was already well prepared. “Remember, this is
not a roleplay, as I want the best possible result for ideas, so... I had her do that.” She pointed
to Hofuna, who was clearly recording everything, and Denji looked confused. “After we are
done doing this, she will leak the video to the whole school. Just to make it more immersive.”

“What the fuck?" This is basically the Fumiko situation again, but with no blurred faces.
“Wait, for real?” Yari and Barem both gave him the ‘for real’ faces, and Denji narrowed his
eyes, totally not believing what they had just said. “Please tell me that.

“Shut the hell up!” Barem gave him a slap on the back of his head, immediately making Miri
cringe, while Denji was noticably stunned by the hard slap. While he was trying to ignore the
ringing pain, the rest, except for Miri, just laughed at his patheticness before Yari pulled his
pants down to his ankles, which the ropes were tied around. “We do whatever we want to
you, and of course, you absolutely have no right to protest.”

“Okay, this is not funny!” Denji yelled, closing his eyes and bracing himself, when Barem
raised her hand and slapped him again, but much harder. This is it! Yari could see the
frusation and hate in Denji’s eyes, so she told the black-haired girl to continue humiliating
him, just so she could get a better understanding.

Yari didn’t fancy the idea of putting a cock in her mouth, and since Denji said that they had
not had much time, she sped up the process. “Now, we shall get to the main part early, as you
wish.” Yari’s pinafore was dropped to the ground, and with her underwear still covering her
crotch and chest, she only pinched the gusset and pulled it aside, granting him the view of her
womanhood, which instinctively got him slowly erect.

She could tell that Denji wasn’t enjoying it much, and no, getting hard doesn’t mean that
you’re horny. Denji just stared at them with a scowl, learning not to enjoy what he was forced
to do. Barem, who was now stripped down to her underwear, placed her large boobs on top of
his head and muttered. “You might not be enjoying it, but I’m very much.”

Hofuna giggled, wanting to join the fun, while Miri sometimes glanced away, refusing to take
part in this. “Hey, after they are done with their turns, you will hold the camera so I can do
that, got it?” Hofuna asked her, and Miri hesitantly nodded as Denji let out a cry when Barem
forcefully gripped his semi-erect cock.

“Just to let you know, I love causing pain to others.” Barem grinned at him, increasing more
force in her grip of his cock, and that grin grew wider as Denji groaned in pain. The chair
shook along with Denji, whose body twitched with the intensity of her grasp. His pained
moans were like music to their ears, and Barem just wanted to cause him more physical pain.

Huh, a big dick, not as Yari expected to see. “Well, he is ready, it seems.” Denji’s cock was
already hard, and the two girls were surprised to see how big it was; nevertheless, they could
proceed to get to the main thing. She told Barem to move aside and sat on his lap, wrapping
her hands around his neck while Denji was having a discontented frown on his face.
Regardless, Yari and Barem gave no singular fuck about his feelings; they just wanted to toy
with him around.
His heart was beating crazily behind his chest; Yari took notice of that, and she also noticed
that her heart was beating uncontrollably. ‘So sex is like that, huh?’ She memorized that
feeling and positioned herself on his lap, with the help of Barem guilding his hard cock in
front of Yari’s wet entrance, and after a few unsucessful attempts due to a lack of lubricant
and warm-up, which is oral sex, his cock finally slid in.

It was painful for both parties, but despite the pain, Yari continued to grind her crotch on his
lap, humming and smiling as the sensation became less painful and she started to feel the
pleasure of sex. Barem walked behind Denji, running her hand on his face as she watched as
Yari enthusiastically bounced on his body, his moans increasing in loudness.

Well, it was hard to say what he was thinking, but Yari managed to partially guess it:
pleasure, fear, confusion. A lot has been going on in Denji’s head, and he was, in fact, not
very happy about this. He would try to avoid their gazes, and the camerawoman, Hofuna, an
asshole she is, told Barem to hold his head still. “Got it!” She grabbed him by the neck,
forcefully turning it to face the camera directly, and at this point, Miri just didn’t want to be
here anymore.

“Is this a little too far?” Miri put her hands in the pockets.

“No.” Hofuna blankly answered.

“Of course not; he is very enjoying this, isn’t that right, Denji?” Barem repeatedly gave him
light slaps on the cheeks, grinning at him as Denji answered the question with a frown, and
that, unfortunately, didn’t please her. “I see…” Her grip on his shoulder tightened, and Denji
would soon regret that.

Yari, still having fun with him, exhaled and moaned in pleasure as the sensation began to
multiply, and Barem grinned while wrapping her arm around his neck. Denji started to feel
immense pressure on his neck as the black-haired girl increased, making it difficult for him to
breathe, yet neither Yari nor Barem seemed to care about that. They could hear his choked
breaths, which, unfortunately, brought a twisted smile to their faces.

"Okay, this is not normal anymore.” Miri tapped her friend’s shoulder, but Hofuna just
clicked her tongue and focused on his expression. His throat wasn’t allowed to have any air,
and the result was his face soon turning blue from the lack of air, but Barem still held his
neck tightly while Yari continued to bounce on his lap, moaning in ecstasy at each time his
cock touched her cervix. Her skin turned red, in contrast to Denji’s. “Barem, stop choking
him!”

“What?” She finally released him, allowing him seconds to regain his breath, and Yari had a
discontented look on her face. “Like he said, as long as he gets paid," She put a hand in her
hip, grinning widely as she looked at Denji, who just frowned with gritted teeth, clearly
annoyed and uncomfortable, and much to Miri’s disappointment, he nodded, saying yes.
“See? He is fine with that."

“Will you shut up for once, Miri?” Hofuna groaned and clicked her tongue at how annoying
her friend was being. “I will pay him handsomely after this.” Miri’s anxiety didn’t decrease
when she said that, seeing Denji being physically abused by Barem while forcefully having
to fuck Yari. That’s messed up. Even Pochita wanted to step in to put an end to this, but Abe
ordered him not to.

“Are you going to orgasm, Denji? Do you feel good?” Yari put her hands on his cheeks,
feeling the heat of the blush and his sweat. She was also feeling the pleasure, just like him.
Denji could feel Barem’s grin, and it might morph into something else if he answered it
wrongly. So, without much choice, he nodded with a scowl, and Yari could see through that.

Denji’s moans grew louder, and that signified the sign that he was about to reach his climax.
Barem’s grin grew wider as she knew that too, and Hofuna let out a chuckle when Denji
threw his head back. Yari, noticing her friends’ looks, put her hands on his chest, slightly
shifting her body and bouncing more eagerly to get him to crawl faster.

They didn’t do any foreplay—no blowjobs or cunnilingus—just straight up doing it raw. It

was so painful, as if he were trying to insert his thumb into a tight plastic pipe. Yari also felt
the same; she felt hurt in her womanhood, feeling his cock forcefully expand her inside,
causing her pain as the tip of his cock repeatedly kissed her cervix. The irony is that she was
the one in charge, and she enjoyed this very much.

Denji’s urethra was burning as he was near his limit, and with a loud moan, Yari felt
something wet in her vagina and instantly knew that he did cum inside of her. ‘Blinded by
blissful pleasure, he didn’t even bother to give a warning.' Yari took note of that, studying his
expressions and thoughts to realistically write her stories. Denji, out of breath, stayed limply
on the chair, and after Yari pulled out his dick and stood up, someone else entered his point of
view. “It’s not done yet, fucktoy.” Barem grinned, but much to her disappointment, the bell
rang, ending the fun they were having. “Come on!”

Hofuna was displeased, but nevertheless, she still grabbed some money in her purse and told
Barem to untie him. “50000 yen, including the compensation for what Barem had done to
you.” Once untied, Denji instantly rubbed his neck and wrists, saying nothing. “We’ll meet
again, Denji.” She threw the money in his lap before leaving with the other two, while Miri
just stood there.

They didn’t say anything to each other; hell, even Denji blankly stared at the 50,000 yen
Hofuna gave him. “…” Miri tried to utter some words, but she found herself speechless, and
with that, she awkwardly left the room along with her friends, sparing one last glance before
closing the door.

To be honest, Denji wasn’t mad or broken at all; he just felt a little puzzled and taken aback
by how suddenly they got too physical. He wasn’t the type of person who held grudges
against anyone; even if he wished his father to disappear, death is way too much for Denji.
“At least…” Denji looked at the money before pulling up his pants. “I earned a lot."

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Denji happily bought some udon noodle for his mother after school, and he even told the
cook not to make it too spicy as his mother couldn’t tolerate it much. “Alright… jewelry…”
He had yet to come up with what to buy; maybe a necklace would do the job. Or a simple
silver ring?

“Hey.” He groggily turned around to see Miri, a bottle of Coke in her hand. “I managed to
persuade them to delete the video, so you don’t have to worry about that now." Denji raised
an eyebrow, his heart feeling lighter as a wave of relief washed through. He confusedly
looked at the offered bottle of Coke and gladly accepted it. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m fine... They paid me, and I did my job."Denji popped the soda can and had a large gulp
of it. Like he said, he wasn’t mad; he was just a little caught off guard and disliked how
violent Barem was, but at least Hofuna compensated for that. “I’m fine… Thank you for the
cola, though.”

“How are you so fucking dense, dude?” Miri scowled, resisting the urge to slap her forehead.
Denji turned around with a bored face, and she leaned on the wall, crossing her arms. “Don’t
you know that you’re being used as their walking sex toy? The more pathetic you look, the
harder they will bully you!”

“Then what do you want me to do? Stand up and refuse their money. I will get used to that,
just like your little weird quirk of pinching my nipples.” Miri blushed, her mouth gasping
with a frown, as she tried to justify her peculiarity in intercourses. Don’t blame her; everyone
has their own kinks and oddities.

“That’s different! Would you get choked by Barem or... get your nipples teasingly pinched by
me?” It was now Denji’s turn to have his skin painted red by blushing with embarrassment.
In contrast to how weird Hofuna’s kink was, Miri’s was somewhat simple; she likes to play
with his features, from touching his nipples to caressing her hands on his shoulders. It excited
him too, and Miri knew that.

“…”

“…”

“Wanna do it?”

“Sure.”

Later.

It took them just a minute to get down to business, and they, for some reason, chose Denji’s
house as the place to have sex. Luckily, his mother, cluelessly watching her favorite actor’s
movie in the living room, didn’t notice her son, along with a girl, silently snuck up to his
room, trying not to make any creak at the stairs. Once they went inside his room, Denji
closed and locked the door.

A quiet click was heard, and Miri’s lips crashed with his abruptly. She let out a soft moan at
his mouth, and Denji continued to kiss her again as her back softly touched the mattress of
his bed. Her hands wildly roamed around his back, trying to reimagine his back and
shoulders, and then she cupped his ass. “That’s weird," Denji muttered.

“What? It’s normal, at least for me.” She gave his ass a pinch, and Denji, although a little
weirded out by that, still allowed her to toy with his bottom. Too impatient and hungry, they
began to undress each other, Denji gently groping her breasts, not even bothering to fully
remove her pinafore, while Miri’s hands reached out to pull down his pants, her mouth still
busy locking lips with him.

“Denji?” His mother swore that she heard something upstairs, but she shrugged it off and
kept watching the TV, not knowing what adultery her son was doing. She noticed a bag of
udon at the door, and she instantly realized that Denji had gone home. "Oh, he’s upstairs."

“Your mother can hear us?” Miri, now topless and her pants pulled down to her knees,
gripped Denji’s arms as Denji just shrugged his shoulders and his mouth found its way to kiss
on her neck. Honestly, the last thing Miri wanted was for his mother to find them having sex,
but the sensations of his lips leaving saliva on her neck soon erased all of the worries, and
Miri fixed her attention on him again.

Granted that his shirt was removed, her hands, once again, found their way to pinch on his
nipples, which slowly got harder as she began to toy with them by flicking and lightly
pressing. It wasn’t as good as doing it with a woman’s nipples, Denji commented, even
though he was receiving the pleasure from Miri, whose hands now wandered across his flat
chest and ribs. “Dude, you’re jacked and skinny at the same time."

“…” Denji said nothing and just moved down to her crotch level before pressing his wet
tongue on her gusset. Although Miri found that simutaneously disgusting and hot at the same
time, her standard was bad. She let out a short moan when he partially pulled down to get a
view of her vulva, and immediately, he pressed his whole mouth to engulf it wholly.

He wasn’t up for anything fancy today, but he would gladly serve Miri. His Adam’s apple
bobbed up and down as Denji continuously licked and kissed on her genitals, spreading her
‘lips’ in order to insert his tongue deeper inside of her. Miri’s toes curled in rapture, and her
breaths noticably got heavier. Denji, knowing the signs of her enjoying it, increased the
intensity of his tongue, his nose rubbing on the hard clitoris of hers. Small moans leaked out
of her mouth, and she quickly covered it to silence herself, but that somewhat worked as her
cries occasionally escaped.

“Okay… I think I’m ready.” Having heard her, Denji gave her one last kiss on the clitoral
area before pulling his underwear down to let his cock free. He was still not fully erect, so he
decided to give it a few gentle strokes and lubed it with his own saliva. Denji exhaled as he
rubbed his cock against her pussy, and with a slow thrust, he flawlessly inserted it inside of
her, earning a short gasp from Miri as he began to rock his hips forward. A few thrusts were
enough to get him fully hard, and that pleased her.
Denji leaned forward, his palms pressing on the mattress beside her shoulders. Miri let
herself be drowned in this blissful pleasure, yet she was so frustated that she had to restrain
from screaming as his mother was still downstairs. Having nothing else to do, she wrapped
her arms around his waist, teasingly caressing both sides as he let out a long hum, his body
slightly shuddering as she snorted with laughter. “Enjoying that?” She asked, and once he
nodded, she did that thing again.

As much as he was neutral toward girls’ tastes, this one felt like stimulus to him, and he just
wanted to tell her to keep doing that. It was ticklish, giving him goosebumps, but he just
wanted to feel her fingers dancing on his skin. That urged him to move his hips faster and
more aggressively, just as Miri wanted. A grin appeared on her face as Denji seemed to have
increased his pace, his waist hitting her mound over and over again.

As the pleasure started to overwhelm her senses, Miri accidentally let out a loud cry, and that
was unlucky of them as his mother looked upstairs again, definitely sensing someone else
was with his son. “Denji?” There were no answers aside from distant moanings, but she
wasn’t able to determine what was going on up there. “Are you with someone, Denji?”

Of course, he didn’t hear anything because he was, just like Miri, so lost in their own world
that he didn’t hear his mother’s shout, and the footsteps she made didn’t even alert them. The
horny teenagers were so busy fucking that they weren’t aware of the imminent danger. “Oh
God…” Denji poked his tongue in sastifaction as the sensation of her inside numbed Denji’s
senses, and he picked up the pace, unknowingly moaning louder.

Denji’s mother’s had suspicion, and just as before her knuckles could make contact with the
door, someone rang the bell from the entrance. "Oh, who could it be?” She abandoned all
thoughts of looking for her son and went to greet the guests, which was, surprise, no other
than Pochita trying to distract the mother.

Having given themselves a few minutes to finish their business, Denji and Miri, both of
whom were still unaware of everything, grinded their torsos with each other. Her already hard
nipples poked his pecs, and Denji just wanted to grope her breasts and suck on her tits like a
child. As always, Miri’s hands naughtily went around his back and traveled down to give his
ass a good slap. “Ouch!”

“Man, I would pay to see you slapping Hofuna’s ass with the same enthusiasm!" She giggled,
imagining how cocky and bratty her friend looked until Denji took control and showed her
who the real Dom was. Like magnets attracted to each other, their lips crashed strongly
against each other, and they were now both locked in an intense and long kiss as his hips
were still thrusting, his tip intensely jabbing the entrance of her uterus. With each thrust,
Denji found himself closer to orgasm.

Miri knew that when he kissed her neck, and judging by his speed, he got a little faster. “Do it
outside! I’m not on pills.” Denji nodded; the fierce kiss on her jaw was a ‘yes’, if she wasn’t
mistaken. Nevertheless, she answered him with kisses on his neck, and once again, she
slapped his ass. “I just love doing that!”

“… Yeah.” Denji’s facial expression turned into bliss when he was at his limit and suddenly
pulled out before shooting his load outside. Miri could still feel his cum staining her inner
 thighs as he barely pulled out, but at least she wouldn’t get pregnant, right?

Right?

“That’s strange; no one is here.” Denji’s mother opened the door to see no one at all. She
thought it was some naughty kid trying to do some prank on her, so she paid no mind to it
and went back to his room. “Denji, did you bring a friend over?” She knocked on the door, a
question popping in her head when she heard shuffling inside, and when Denji got the door,
she saw Miri reading some books, specifically Denji’s manga.

"Oh, hi, Mrs. I’m… Denji’s friend. I came over here to borrow his manga.” The girl smiled,
using a blanket to cover her lower body as she didn’t have time to properly put it back on.
Denji’s mother seemed to have no suspicion, judging from the gentle smile she was giving.

“Mom, I bought you some udon."

“Oh, thank you, Denji. I was aware of that, but why did you put it near the living room?” A
drop of sweat appeared on his forehead. “Couldn’t you just tell me?” Another one.

“I was... busy.” Understandable. With that, his mother just smiled and wished Miri a good
time with her son before excusing herself. Once she was out of the scene, Miri unconvered
herself, laying on the mattress with a sigh, and Denji came to lay down beside her. Miri
immediately put her hand on his chest, and he turned to look at her. “I can say that I know
what you’re thinking.”

“Correct.”

“More fucking?”

“Absolutely correct!” Miri grinned, and once again, they undressed.

Tomorrow.

While Yari was writing her new chapter, she got an email notification. “Wow, I hope it is a
comment.” But when she turned on the app, confusion and disappointment were what she
felt. “What the…?”

PochitaHOH123
Your fic stinks! So bad! You should kill your-

Chapter End Notes

I fucking passed the tests!! And now, with these stable scores, I now am able to join the
excellent student contest program in English. Phew, almost thought I would fail in
Biology or History.
Spear Hybrid has to be one of the most insane mf in csm. Man really said that children
and women screamed louder, which means that he's experience and a psychopath. It
wouldn't be out of character for him to kill a person to write a fanfic. Imagine if that
story had abortion... Abe would be pissed.

I didn't wanna say this but... Barem is now more interesting than Fami. We're still in
chap 150, which is the equivalent of chap 53-54 in part 1, and we still has a lot of
questions left unanswered. Is Fujimoto gonna write a part 3? Or part 2 would be longer?

Either way, Mark Gavatino, please draw more female Sugo Miri, I fucking beg of you!

Next chap should be Galgali because I want to get some certain girls done before
moving on to Cultural festival arc
 Masked Gal (Galgali)
Chapter Summary

Alleyway sex,

Chapter Notes

Really short chapter since I'm not too much interested in this character, and I could have
just skipped over this one, but since I accidentally genderbent Galgali, I had no choice
but to write this one.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

"So... is there anything you want to have? Like... an accessory?” Denji, sitting in the living
room with his mother, asked her a question, hearing a confused hum from her as she stopped
eating her udon and rubbed her chin in thought. Unfortunately, she didn’t have any wishlists
because she never spent time thinking about them. Too busy, she was.

"I haven’t thought about that.” She turned her attention back to the TV. She never had any
desire to buy something for herself. She doesn’t even have a ring, and neither did her
husband since they were too poor. Denji noticed her visible struggle; just before he decided to
drop the topic, her eyes widened, and she slapped her own palm. "Oh, I have one now."

"What is it, mom?” Denji raised an eyebrow, and oddly enough, she pointed at him before
lightly placing her hands on her heart with her eyes closed. Denji couldn’t guess what she
was implying, but judging by her dreamy smile, he knew it would be something extremely
naïve.

“Well, I don’t need anything... I just want to keep you as close as possible to my heart."Denji
said nothing, mumbling that phrase quietly. It was, indeed, a naïve and spiritual wish that
didn't have anything to do with money, but Denji wanted to give her something physical and
meaningful rather than just a simple ‘I love you, mom’ every year. He wanted to buy
something for her. "That's... more than I could ask for.”

“It was…” Denji bit his lips, smiling at her. "An incredible wish, mom." Needless to say, his
smile widened as she did the same. However, he still sensed the look she was giving him; it
was a teasing one, and Denji hesitantly looked at her. “Mom?”

“I heard that you’re popular with girls, and I

“No, please don’t!”

“Remember to use protection.”

“Mom!”

The next day, Denji mostly went around just to cure his boredom. As always, nothing much
except students decorating for the upcoming festival, and not only that, most girls he knew
probably were helping their classes decorate, and Denji, who had no responsibility since he
wouldn’t join the cultural festival.

Well, and that meant he had to take care of Ryu, who was eating some snacks he bought for
her. It wasn’t anything much, but the way she just kept nagging him by mumbling'sex' kind of
ticked him off. And when Quanxi came into his view, she still insisted on that. “So…”

“Yes…” Wordlessly, Quanxi already knew what happened, and she wasn’t happy to hear that.
“Ryu and I..." The teacher held out her hand, as she had no desire to fully know what they
did. She placed a hand on his shoulder, not lightly or intensely, and in just a mere second,
Denji felt a slap right on his cheek. “I deserve that."

“Yes, you do.” Quanxi emotionlessly said, hugging Ryu as the young girl nudged her in the
chest. “Anyway, I still have to thank you for looking after Ryu.” Denji rubbed on the burning
area of his skin, shyly nodding as Quanxi continued to eat her lunch.

“Hey, Denji Denji! I will be performing my soon-to-be greatest cosplay ever!” Kosumo
excitedly raised her arm up in the air, and Tsugihagi did the same, also making the clothes for
the cosplay-crazed girl. Quanxi’s eyes darted to Denji, who visibly pouted, wondering if he
should really tell her.

“Yeah, that's great! I will definitely see you there."He guiltily rubbed his hair, and Kosumo
immediately hugged him tightly around the waist. He lied; he wouldn’t be there. Denji
silently looked at Quanxi, pleading with her to do something with this, but she just shook her
head. ‘Shit…’

“When will we do that again?” Pingtsi occupied Quanxi’s lap, smiling at Denji, who just
looked a little dazed, presumably nervous since she just shamelessly asked her girlfriend, and
Quanxi, surprising enough, shrugged her shoulders, saying that maybe another time. “Yes!”

“It’s rather unfortunate that Hayakawa-sensei is back to work. I can’t bear working with that
guy for one more second.” Quanxi sighed, placing her phone on the table. The girls were all
hugging her to make all of her worries disappear. Kishibe had been making advances, though
not as forceful as he initially thought. Still, it was annoying her. “There must be some way to
destroy his persistence.”

“He’s just like that." A drop of sweat was instantly wiped off Denji’s forehead. He was the
one teaching the vice principal those tips, which Kishibe had been abusing way too much.
“I’m sure he will give up at some point, maybe after he meets a different girl.” That depends,
but it is still unlikely since Quanxi was the most attractive woman he had met.
“Is that so? You’re saying that time is the only option? And a little bit of luck too?” Fucking
exactly. About Hayakawa… She is undeniably attractive. “Your homeroom teacher, Denji, is
she single?” Almost everyone at the table raised an eyebrow, but Quanxi didn’t change her
facial expression at all.

“What? Hayakawa-sensei?” She nodded, which confused Denji. He stopped munching his
bread, holding his chin in thought. “As far as I see, none.” Quanxi subconsciously licked her
lips, and Denji already knew that she had herself another prey to hunt. "She's being pursued
by another woman.”

“I like that it's competitive.”

“She’s a little grumpy.”

“My type.”

“Likes to drink a lot of beer."

“I like drunk sex.”

“Handpuff…” Ryu held out a pair of handcuffs Denji had given her yesterday, and she
wanted to try that with Quanxi tonight.

“…”

“…”

“Snuck?” Ryu chimed in, and Denji instantly went to the counter to buy some snacks for her,
also as a way to avoid conversing with Quanxi. Just as he took out his wallet to pay for a bag
of snacks, he noticed that he was running low on money.”

‘Shit… School fee… Water and electricity... He barely had much money left—only nearly
20,000 yen left in his pocket. That much wouldn’t be enough to buy any accessories for his
mother. He blinked, not noticing the angry students waiting for their turn but blocked by
Denji. “Oh shit!” He quickly moved out of the way for them and went back to his seat.

Jewelry, as Shindi said, might be the best option but is by far the most expensive. He could
pick the cheap one, which might cost 30000 yen max, but he deemed it not an option. Denji
wanted it to be meaningful, and he would work harder to make more money. “Snuck!” Ryu
suddenly lunged at Denji and hugged him.

“Yeah… snack.” After releasing him, both of them sat in their respective seats. Denji sat
there, eating his lunch peacefully, until he noticed Quanxi was wearing a necklace, a heart-
shaped one. He remembered that she did take it off and open the locket to see the pictures
inside it. "Quanxi-sensei, what is that you’re wearing?”

She hummed in confusion, looking at her necklace before showing it off to Denji. “It’s a
double-heart locket my childhood friend gave me before we parted ways. But why do you
ask?” It was just an ordinary necklace, yes, but the heart ornament was at her sternum, and it
was slightly tilted to her left, near her heart.
As close as possible to my heart.

“I think… I have found the right present.

“For whom?” All of them asked at the same time, saved for Quanxi.

“For the most important woman in my life.”

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“I’m surprised that you managed to pass the exam." Akane muttered in disbelief, which
earned an annoyed groan from Denji. Sharing a quick laugh at his reaction, she composed
herself, pointing at the bag of weapons in the corner of her room. “It’s time to do what you do
best, lover boy~”

“There’s something I can do better.” Denji grinned and picked up the bags, checking the
names and orders so as not to mix them up. Guns, explosives, crazy shits, and weapons were
inside those bags here, but Denji got used to this. “And I will more than willingly do that
with you when I get the job done.” Akane giggled, slightly blushing at his flirty side. Denji
and her shared a quick kiss before he stormed out of the room, carefully concealing the bags
with a citrus scent.

“Budo clan…” If he wasn’t wrong, that’s the name of the clan with whom Katana-clan had
been doing business and was planning to make an alliance too to crush the Sukuizu Clan.
Gang way or some shit, Denji didn’t really care because it ain’t his business. He would just
work for the Katana clan as long as they paid him. The only three good things the clan had
given him were the money, Sami, and Akane.

Denji’s experience allowed him to navigate the streets without encountering any police
officers, and with that, he casually strolled along, but just as he took a turn to a dark
alleyway, a shortcut, according to Google Maps, he encountered... a lot of people.

They all stood there as if they were waiting for somebody, specifically Denji. Knowing that
they didn’t have any good intentions, Denji immediately broke into a run. “Smart one, isn’t
he?” The mysterious men began to chase after him to steal those bags of weapons, and they
wouldn’t stop until he was dead.

Denji was objectively fast, but that would all be meaningless when they all cornered him,
forcing the boy to go deeper into the alleyway system. It was dark, narrow, and smelled really
bad. Denji didn’t know there was a tunnel-like alleyway like this, but he had no time to think
as there were like a dozen Yakuza members chasing after him.
Pochita, once knowing that Denji was in imminent danger, possibly death, sprang into action.
He didn’t risk taking them all out in combat, but Pochita could distract or redirect their path.
Denji’s sense of direction pretty much became blind in these paths, and not only that, it was
dark, with only a few lamps hanging outside the metal doors.

He had no idea what this place was, and then his thoughts were cut off when someone tackled
him down just as he took a turn. “Gotcha!” Denji tried to kick him away, but the Yakuza man
just kept holding and choking him. “You know, your clan and the Budo have been
constrained to destroy us, and we Sukuizu won’t let

*Bonk*

The man suddenly dropped to the ground limplessly beside Denji, who looked up to see a
young boy wearing a cap and a jacket. Weirdly, he had some striking resemblance to Akera,
even the blue eyes and the expression. “You… Do you know the way out?”

“Not when they are after us.” The boy rudely walked past Denji. “Get up, unless you want to
die.” Now Denji’s suspicions about this boy’s relation to Akera have increased. Denji
groggily stood up, clutching the bags of weapons, before walking beside the young boy.

“You look... familiar.”

“Can you please shut up? Once we get out of here, we can talk.” Weird enough, they didn’t
hear any footsteps rapidly approaching them, so Pochita must have stalled them. “Follow
me.”

Kid got some skills in him. He effortlessly led them out of this dark alleyway, also avoiding
some Yakuza members along the way. The only downside is that he was rude—like,
diabolically rude. Every time Denji tried to do something that caused the slightest noise, he
would turn around to scowl at him, but still, he had skills. “You seem young; why do you get
yourself involved in this?”

The boy groaned since they weren’t out of this place yet, but Denji’s question still got him
thinking. He was indeed young, around twelve or thirteen at best, yet he was involved in
gangster business, even in the riskiest department. “I don’t know.”

“Okay…” Denji shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to push him with questions. Just as they
were walking up the stairs, someone was rolling down the stairs, and it turned out to be some
random Yakuza member. “Hello there!” Both of the boys looked up to see a woman who was
wearing a hoodie and some weird plague doctor mask waving at them, and they hesitantly
returned the greeting. “I was just passing by, and these guys just tried to jump me!”

“…” Speechless as they were, they still walked up the stairs to escape the alleyway. When
they reached the top, Denji noticed that there were only four unconscious men, with two
down there, which means that there were still more of them. “Okay, we should get the fuck
out of here.” Denji urged them to move before the rest caught up to them.

Pochita, once knowing that Denji was safe, immediately left the alleyway, still making sure
the remaining Yakuza wouldn’t be able to catch up to them. Still, even though Pochita didn’t
know the blonde boy really well, the dog would scowl at him for putting himself in danger by
joining in the Yakuza, and that kid too!

He hates his job sometimes.

“You remember me, right?! I’m Galgali from the Budo clan, remember?” She was one of the
personal guards, and yes, Denji still remembered that despite her intimidating posture and
outfit, she seemed chill and friendly. Not so much after she beat a few Yakuza members
unconscious. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“Denji.”

“No surname?”

"You don’t need to know.”

“Oh, okay, Denji, then what’s your name, kiddo?!” Galgali enthusiastically asked the young
boy, who just grunted before turning around to face them both. With a sigh, he muttered his
name.

“Taiyo.”

“Okay, Taiyo! Let’s go get some ice cream, shall we?” Galgali was weirdly zealous, as if she
had no idea that a war was about to erupt. Either way, none of them could care less about that
since people like them wouldn’t be affected much. Denji still had to deliver the bags, and
since Taiyo and Galgali had nothing much to do, they decided to escort him.

“How young are you, kid? Aren’t you supposed to be here?” Galgali tapped Taiyo’s shoulder,
and the boy coldly pushed her hand away. People just kept asking him that, so his patience
was beginning to wear thin. Still, she still had a point: kids shouldn’t be selling drugs.

“Fourteen.” Just as the age of the final year of middle school. Denji joined the Yakuza just
before the beginning of his first year of high school. “I joined just months ago."

“Wow…” Denji murmured in disbelief. Just a few months in, and he already knew what to do
and what to avoid. Smart one, he is. After delivering the package and taking the money,
instead of going back to Akane’s place, they all decided to have some ice cream.

“You like vanilla flavor?" Taiyo asked Galgali, who eagerly nodded. A concealed smile could
be felt behind that mask. “You’re boring.” Galgali almost got offended by that insult, but
since Taiyo was a child, she couldn’t just scowl or hit him, so she decided to just angrily lick
her ice cream, turning to the side with puffs of comical smoke fuming out of her head.

“What flavor do you want, Taiyo?” Denji asked the boy, who rudely snatched the money and
said that he would order it by himself. Although he did see a furious blush from him, the
blonde boy didn’t even spare any seconds to question it. Denji gave his strawberry-flavored
ice cream a lick, but due to his muscle memory, he almost gave it a cunnilingus-like lick.
“Shit!”
“You too, Denji! You’re barely older than him.” Galgali turned around, already finishing her
ice cream and putting on her mask again. The boy just shrugged his shoulders, saying that it
was none of her business to know. “Oh… Okay… The ice cream was really delicious, to be
honest."

Denji saw Taiyo walking to somewhere secluded to eat his ice cream, but the boy concealed
his ice cream to not reveal what flavor he ordered. "Is a gangster always that... loose? Even
teenagers can apply for this kind of job."

“Actually, they don’t care!” Galgali exclaimed. “Big bosses don’t care about what’s
happening, as long as it thickens their wallets.” Taiyo, thinking that he was doing some
gangster shit, was actually being manipulated into doing their work and profiting them off.
Yakuza is no joke; they aren’t some friendly tattooed men. They would slap a girl ten times
as hard as Kiryu.

Denji didn’t care too much about the danger if it meant risking his life for some cash. He
didn’t inherit his mother’s disease, and considering that he had many wonderful opportunities
to fuck girls, he still thought that he had plenty of luck left. Yakuza, Katana, Budo, Sukuizu,
whatever the fuck not, it was just some old men having grudges with each other and sending
their manipulated men to fight.

He heard a low moan from Galgali, whose head was now at her knee, lifelessly swaying as if
her brain had just randomly shut down. “Galgali?” He moved toward her to check on her, but
due to the mask, he couldn’t tell what face she was making behind that. The masked woman
groaned, continuously tapping her forehead to rid herself of the tingling headache, but she
felt horny.

“I feel…” She stood up, feeling the temperature rising in her northern region, and Denji, who
managed to connect all the dots, realized what was to come. “Denji, wanna do it!?” She
abruptly turned around, her hands placing themselves on his cheeks. Without a tiny bit of
hesitation, Denji nodded, and then they both went to the nearest alley to do the deed.

Taiyo blankly stared at his ringing phone, which was showing that his sister was attempting
to call him. At first, he had no intention to answer the phone, but knowing Akera wouldn’t
stop until he tapped the green button, Taiyo reluctantly answered the call. “Onee-san…”

“Where are you now, Taiyo? You should have been home by now.” Always in the same
neutral tone, Taiyo just sighed, telling her that he was at a friend’s house at the moment.
“Again? This is the sixth time this week, Taiyo? ... Your teacher has been complaining about
your grades lately.

“And you will go on a rant, the same thing you did a few months ago!” Taiyo impolitely
yapped, mocking some iconic sentences she said to him by deepening his voice. On the other
line, instead of responding with some furious remarks, Akera decided to stay silent, not
wanting to raise her voice at Taiyo as she was tired and still recovering from the surgery she
had. The boy still didn’t realize the silence from the other side, and he continued. “Papa and
Mama always expect me to become as good as you."
“…” There was a pregnant pause between them before a sign was heard from Akera’s side.
“Just make sure to be home before 10." With that, she hung up the phone, leaving Taiyo
frustated and empty from the other side. The boy let out a long sign, sitting on the bench and
eating his vanilla-flavored ice cream. Weirdly, he didn’t see any signs of Denji or Galgali, but
he paid not too much mind to them anyway.

While Taiyo thought that they had gone home, Denji and the masked girl were busy
undressing each other in the alley, with the girl’s neck and shoulders being assualted by his
barrages of kisses. Even though they were on the verge of taking off their own pants, Galgali
still refused to remove her mask. When he asked why, she just replied that it was what made
up her identity. Denji, although confused, just raised an eyebrow.

Even if he did take off that mask, he wouldn’t be able to see her face anyway since it was too
dark. The alleyway was dark and gritty, not too much of an ideal place for sex, yet neither of
them actually paid attention to their surroundings. Her hands made contact with his loins
after Denji had taken off his pants, his kissing having yet to lower in intensity. Despite the
darkness shrouding them, Denji’s hands could still find their way to her chest.

Galgali’s fingers pinched the waist of his underwear and freed his soft cock, and Denji spat
on it before lubing it. Still, he didn’t know much of Galgali, aside from the fact that she
works for his clan’s ally as a bodyguard, and her personality is somewhat similar to Bimu in
terms of cheerfulness, but that didn’t make her any less than a stranger. Yet, they were getting
naughty with each other.

Denji pulled down her pants along with her underwear simultaneously, and once he could feel
the skin of her groins, Denji barely contained his excitement, heavily exhaling as the tip of
his cock aggressively rubbed against the outer part of her pussy. With a slow thrust, Galgali
inhaled, preparing herself as she felt a tingling sensation spread across her crotch, and it
paused for a few seconds when Denji managed to reach her cervix.

Taiyo swore that he heard a loud gasp in the alley, but he didn’t even bother to check what it
was. It couldn't be Denji or Galgali since that blonde boy looked like he had never felt a
woman’s touch. After eating his ice cream, not bothering to check if he had some stain at the
corner of his mouth, Taiyo took out his earbuds and turned on some music.

Denji let out a long moan, feeling her walls effectively squeezing his cock as he continued to
thrust inside of Galgali, who threw her head back in ecstasy. “Well, I have never done this,
but... Ah!” Her statement was cut off when Denji jabbed her cervix again. It tickled, but at
the same time, it felt like someone was teasingly clawing her from the inside. In short, it felt
weird and new to Galgali, but she would say it brought her satisfaction and pleasure. Denji
held her legs up by the ankles and, with her laying on top of a dumpster, not realizing the
horrific smell, continued to thrust his cock deep inside of her.

Her moans were muffled by that hideous mask, but that served them well as no one could
hear them doing some dirty act. Denji didn’t know why they were here, in a dark alley,
having sex like crazy beasts, while Taiyo was just a few meters away from them. As much as
the risk of getting caught is high, neither of them cared much, and continuing the fun was
their priority. It wasn’t as fun as having sex with other girls, sadly, because he hardly knew
Galgali; he didn’t even know what she looked like under that mask. This is like a one-night
stand, but on top of a trash can.

His right hand set about groping her breasts, and Galgali let out a long moan of pleasure as
she was overwhelmed by bliss, and the constant thrusts of his hips almost drove her crazy.
Denji wiped the dripping sweats off his forehead, breathing heavily when her vagina
spasmed, causing Galgali some pain during the penetration. Denji stopped thrusting to give
her some time to recover. “Wow! It’s really good, I must say!” Galgali hit the dumpster,
leaving a small dent on the steel lid as she was recovering. Denji gasped, temporarily
stroking his dick for a while before sticking it inside of her agan and starting to move his
hips.

The sensation returned, and Galgali moaned again. She gripped the handle bar tightly when
Denji sped up, feeling that he was close to orgasm. Her moans became louder, so loud that
her mask could barely contain the screams of pleasure of hers. The build-up inside of Denji
seemed to intensify. Galgali accidentally bent the steel bar when his penis mercilessly kissed
her cervix. Each of the thrusts brought him closer and closer to orgasm, and with a low groan,
Denji’s waist managed to make contact with her mound, and he blew a load inside of her.
Galgali tiredly lay on the lid of the dumpster, breathing to regain her strength and energy,
while Denji was emptying his first load inside of her.

“The ice cream was delicious." Taiyo commented, standing up and walking to the alley to
throw some trash. But upon seeing how dark the alley was, Taiyo was left with no choice but
to turn on the flashlight on his phone, and what came to his view was a half-naked Denji,
with his motherfucking dick just inches away from Galgali’s crotch. A deep blush of
embarrassment painted the blonde boy’s cheeks when he noticed the bright light from Taiyo’s
phone, and he immediately pulled his pants up. The young boy, however, was cursing in
disbelief. “What the... fridge!?”

“It’s not what it meant, Taiyo-kun!” Galgali quickly sat up and held out her hand, trying to
explain herself.

So… Denji isn’t as bitchy as he thought.

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After that, Galgali immediately excused herself before going back to her hideout, leaving
Denji and Taiyo standing awkwardly on the street. Now, the high school student could just go
to Akane’s place to give her a service, but he first had to make sure that a kid like Taiyo was
home. He had no obligation to, but he still had questions. “What really are your reasons for
joining the Yakuza? Mine is money.” Taiyo turned around to give him a look of disgust,
mumbling something like ‘greedy and selfish’ before strolling along.

“You don’t need to know.”

"Let me guess. You play that Yakuza game, right?”

“How do you know... Yes! I did play it, but I’m not joining this because of that.” Judging by
the embarrassed blush, the boy definitely had some thoughts when playing Yakuza, most
likely thinking that gangster stuff was full of quirky and fun people like Majima. Sometimes,
reality is disappointing.

“Listen… I’m not good at things like this, but all I have to say is that you should leave the
Yakuza as soon as possible. There is literally a war between them, and Denji didn’t want to
be in the crossfire, nor would Taiyo. If the young kid ever died, he would just be another dead
corpse to the clans, nothing more, nothing less. Yakuza has always been romanticized in
movies and games, so much so that many people thought that they were gangsters just trying
to act jokingly intimidating, but deep down, they were really powerful. “Trust me… It will
get bloody.”

“None of your business! I chose it!” This kid… Denji visibly frowned, trying not to get too
mad at the kid. He’s still young. Is 14 young, though? Taiyo took out his phone to check the
time, but when Denji unknowingly glanced at the screen, he saw an unexpected sight. The
lockscreen showed that he was standing right beside Akera, but in contrast to the sister’s
smiling face, he just carried an annoyed frown.

“Wait! You’re Hayakawa-sensei’s sister!?” Taiyo shuddered at the sudden exclamation of

Denji, and the blonde boy’s eyes went wide when he connected all of the pieces together.
How the hell couldn’t he see it? The eyes, hair color, and that same frown—Taiyo is
essentially a younger Akera. His homeroom teacher did mention her brother sometimes,
saying that he was trying his best to overcome his bad grades but always got persuaded to do
some illegal things by his friends. “How the fuck didn’t I figure it out?” Denji chuckled,
shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re my teacher’s brother.”

“Akera-nee? You from the Fourth East?” Just miliseconds after Denji nodded, Taiyo
unexpectedly tugged his sleeves, looking at him with pleading eyes before he shook his head.
"Please do not tell her of this! The whole gangster thing!” Even though he acted all cocky
and rude in front of them, he still feared that his sister would find out about what he had been
doing. Denji, with a sinister grin appearing on his face, ordered him.

“Leave the-

“Anything but that.” Taiyo moved back, pointing at Denji. “If you ever tell my sister about
this, I will also tell her about you joining the Yakuza for more than a year.” This kid… Denji
groaned as Taiyo just cockily crossed his arms, tapping his feet with a small smile as Denji
reluctantly nodded, accepting to keep this a secret. “Good.” He unexpectedly extended out
his hand for a handshake, Denji humming in confusion before hesitantly shaking hands with
him. “From now on, we're partners in business.”
 “What does that mean?”

“You’re the legs and the stamina, and I will be the brain. We can be excellent partners
together, and we can earn more respect if we succeed. More money, it also means.” As much
as that sounded cool, Denji didn’t need recognition from any Yakuza members since it
wouldn’t benefit him in any way, but still, he firmly shook hands with Taiyo, who had yet to
know what was about to crash down on him. It’s ironic to think that a person like Akera
could have a brother who has the opposite personality. Now that the rival clan is trying to
steal their weapons, it would be wise to team up with someone like Taiyo, who has some
good sense of direction. And when Denji saved enough money, he would buy some double-
heart lockeys for his mother, but first, he needed to find some really good pictures.

“Gladly.”

Chapter End Notes

Wow... It took me 2 days to write this one... Tbh, this is basically filler.

About next chap, it will be the whole Mitaka family, crazy one, I know Having Asa's
mother in is completely unnecessary, but since I said 'Every female', I really meant it.
Still, this wouldn't be the first time Denji/Asa's mother fic has been written. Next should
be a fivesome between Denji and the senpais, then Denji/Makima/Santa chapter since no
one has ever fucking written that one. The last chap before Cultural festival should be
Yuko, maybe with another girl.

Also, after clicking on the ghetto in r/chainsawfolk, an idea appeared in my head:

Denji/Nayuta's teacher. It would be something like the movie Gifted(2017) Not only
that, but this is the year of Dragon, which means I will inevitably write a fic of
Denji/Long soon.

JUST ONE MORE FUCKING WEEK! PLEASE NOT ANOTHER TRI-WEEKLY

PLEASE!!!!
 A True Motherfucker ( The Mitaka women)
Chapter Summary

Yoru: Handjob, Facesitting

Asa: Missionary
Double cowgirl

Hiru: Blowjob, Table sex, Stand and carry sex

Chapter Notes

The mother's name would be Hiru, which means noon

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“So, who is that boy you have been hanging out with, Yoru? What’s his name again?” Just
when the family was about to dig in, the mother unexpectedly asked them about Denji, who
was seen sitting in the cafeteria with her daughters. Some even said that Yoru often led Denji
to somewhere secluded to do something.

Both of the sisters almost spat out their rice when their mother asked that question. Of course,
none of them really wanted to tell their mother about Denji at all. He was their friend. Yoru
frequently brought him somewhere, which could be an old, unused classroom or the storage,
and had sex with him there. Asa, while not as lustful as her sister, sometimes did intimate
things with him, but not as extreme as Yoru.

“He seems nice.” The sisters merely raised an eyebrow when their mother seemed to be
blushing. Either way, it was very strange of her to act like this, as she had never talked in that
almost exciting tone before. Mrs. Mitaka continued to eat her dinner, not knowing the weird
looks her daughters were giving her.

“His name is Denji. He and a friend of his friend helped us learn some chemistry." Yoru
certainly noticed her mom’s enthusiastic nod. The mother really wanted to know more about
the boy, as she observed that her daughters seemed to get along with him well; even Asa, who
hates socializing, was said to have been seen eating lunch with him. Also, she might have
unknowingly had dark thoughts about him.

Yoru boredly ate the fish while her sister and mother were busy chatting about the Cultural
Festival, which is right now the most anticipated event of this year. Sadly, none of them chose
to do much in the preparation or the dance performance, but regardless, they were all looking
forward to it. “Oh, I forgot to mention that I would be free the next day. No work tomorrow!”

While Asa was glad that her mother finally had a day off since work has been stressful for
her, Yoru, on the other hand, wasn’t too delighted to hear that since she wanted to bring Denji
over tomorrow, but knowing that they had sex together and didn’t get caught when that one
time her mother got home, they might as well not get caught.

She had hoped so.

The next day.

“Denji-kun, good morning!” Hiromi friendily greeted the blonde boy; however, he retaliated
with a hateful scowl. “Oh, you wouldn’t hold much of a grudge for what I did a week ago,
would you?” She playfully walked behind him, nagging about how great the movie date was,
even though Denji was visibly frowning in annoyance. He wasn’t like, Hulk-level angry at
her, but he was ticked off because she didn’t at least apologize for dirtying his clothes.
“Should we have another date, Denji-kun?”

“No.”

“Look at them, kids." Himeno giggled beside Akera, whose hand tried not to touch the
cigarette pack in her pockets, and she looked at Denji and Hiromi, the latter now walking by
the boy’s side. “I bet they fucked.”

“Don’t say such vulgar things in school.” Akera gave her friend a tired look, but still, part of
her thought was that Denji definitely fucked the vice principal’s niece, judging by how close
they were. The PDAs, the hugs, and the not-so-friendlike acts definitely pointed out that
Denji might have fucked more than once. Either way, the students didn’t give much attention
to the two, as for the decorations and everything.

“How is your brother doing lately? Has he improved his grades?” To her surprise, Akera
shook her head. It was hard to believe that a person as serious and stern as Akera somehow
managed to have a brother who was the complete opposite: bratty, rude, and hot-headed.
Himeno chuckled, sympathizing with her friend a little bit as she also had a sister. Although
she wasn’t as rude as Taiyo, they still bickered a lot back in the day. “Relax! He is in his
rebellious state; all tenenagers do!” Himeno eased her friend down, claiming that when
reaching a certain age, kids tend to be ruder, talk back a lot, and hang out more.

Akera could understand that, as she once went through it. She hated it when her parents just
randomly barged into her room, so she usually locked her room, but that also irritated them
too, apparently. It was embarrassing to say, but she used to get jealous of her brother because
he got all of the attention and care of her parents, and being a teenager at the time really made
her think more negatively. “I just don’t know what to say to him.”

Himeno caressingly patted her back, smiling. “It might take time, but the most important
thing is that the two of you must really want to sort this out and have a talk." As much as that
sounded like the best option, Akera didn’t know how to work this out with a serious
conversation, as words aren’t the best aspect of hers. Yes, she is a teacher; she talks a lot in
class, but in this type of family and emotional talk and stuff, she is very bad at this because
emotions aren’t what she’s good at. Taiyo is impatient, so her lack of courage might irritate
him; thus, the gap between them might broaden.

“You’re right… It might take time.”

After getting rid of Yoshida, who still gave him a last wink before going off somewhere,
Denji instantly made his way to Yuko, but just as he was near the girl’s classroom, Yoru
unexpectedly blocked his way, preventing him from reaching the destination. The smirk
seemed to tell him that she was here for sex. “I’m busy.”

“After class, you won’t be.” She smirked pridefully, twirling her bang before chuckling. “My
house, tonight. Double service.” Asa joined too? In reality, the younger sister had no interest
in doing it with him now, but Yoru, being a thoughtful and ‘caring’ sister, still called for a
double service. Denji’s face looked unamused, and he nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I will.” With that, her smirk grew wider, her hands playfully tapping on his chest as
Yoru closely reduced the distance between their faces. They weren’t going for a kiss, but
Yoru really wanted to do that. The school doesn’t allow them to display romantic behaviors,
but they surely could do more than that at her house.

Just one problem.

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“Oh, Denji! Nice to meet you!” Upon entering Mitaka’s house, he was immediately greeted
by a familiar face. Mrs. Mitaka still carried her friendly face and enthusiasm, judging by how
firmly she was shaking his hand. Yoru didn’t notice her mother’s blush and just entered the
house along with Asa, who comically dropped a sweat when the handshake was abnormally
long.

Denji still remembered how weirdly she acted the last time they talked. She touched and
gripped his arms, and she was murmuring something inaudible to him. He couldn’t make out
what it was, but it didn’t sound like anything appropriate. Mrs. Mitaka seemed to have
noticed that handshake and quickly apologized. “My apology, Denji... My name is Mitaka
Hiru.”

“Good evening, Mrs. Mitaka.”

“Just call me Hiru-san or Ms. Mitaka. Saying Mrs. just makes me old.” She told him to come
in and make himself at home. Having been to the sister’s house before, he followed closely
behind Yoru. “Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes, girls! Do you wish to have dinner with us,
Denji?”

“Ugh, thanks, but I’m not hungry, and... I’m not used to having meals at people’s
houses."Before he could even finish his sentence, Yoru grabbed him by the collar and
dragged him upstairs, much to Hiru’s confusion, but regardless, she still naively thought they
were going to play some board games; Asa really loved that and went back to cooking dinner.

“Are you two really going at it?” Asa unimpressedly asked them, pointing at their mother
cooking dinner downstairs. If they got caught, Hiru would freak out and pass out in shame.
And maybe Denji would never be allowed to go to the house again. Yoru seemed to not care
about Asa’s warning and passionately locked lips with Denji, who hugged by the waist as he
returned the kiss softly, and a moan escaped her lips when Denji began to undress her.
“Seriously!?”

“Worry not, sister, for I would just lock the door.” Yoru smiled and brought Denji to their
room, while Asa just looked tired at her sister’s bullshit. If she ever gets caught, screw her.
After they all went inside the room, Yoru locked the door before Denji eagerly brought her to
the bed and pinned her down on the mattress. Asa sat down beside the two, putting on a
headphone before turning on some music. “Just remember to keep it down, Denji.”
Unfortunately for Asa, her bed was occupied by piles of clothes Yoru forgot to fold, so she
had no choice but to sit on the same bed as them.

“Okay…” A kiss on her neck was the assurance, and Denji began to pull down his pants.
Yoru forcefully threw her pinafore aside, leaving herself semi-naked before he also unhooked
the bra covering her breasts. Denji shamelessly licked on her areola, his hands gently cupping
her modest boobs, causing her to let out an accidentally loud yelp. Asa tried her best to
ignore the shuffling and wrinkling of the mattress right under her butt, and she turned up the
volume even louder. A shirt was unexpectedly thrown at her lap, and when she noticed it was
Denji’s, she just really tried her best to slap him in the face.

Denji, now shirtless and pants off, quickly pulled down his underwear before Yoru spat on it
and slowly stroked the flaccid cock. They didn’t try anything too ‘sexy’ tonight since dinner
was about to be ready, and Yoru didn’t want to brush her teeth suspiciously while her mother
was home. Her hand slowly rubbed the soft shaft of his penis, continuously stimulating his
frunulum with the combination of her nail and finger. Slowly, she could sense that the cock
was getting hard, and by the way he was holding his breaths, he must be enjoying that a lot.

Denji leaned down to taste her lips, smooching and licking on her jaw next before Denji
pinned her on the mattress again, their kissing still resuming as Denji rubbed his semi-erect
cock against her entrance. Their body temperature spiked when Denji’s torso grinded with
hers, while Asa unknowingly glanced at them, blushing slightly. But just as he was about to
move his hips, a shout killed the mood. “Yoru! Can you help me with this?!”

“Mom! I’m busy!” Yoru angrily answered with a click of her tongue. She was extremely
annoyed, and the interruption really killed all of her interest in sex. Asa pridefully giggled,
seeing how mad her sister looked when she reluctantly stood up, carefully putting on her
uniform and checking it again, not bothering to put on her bra before she leaned down to
share a quick kiss with Denji. “I’ll be back, so you better prepare yourself to get dried!” With
that said, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door violently. “What do you want me
to do now, mom?”

“Oh, great! Can you help hang out the clothes for me? These must be dried before
tomorrow.” Yoru, with a tired groan, picked up the tub filled with clothes before bringing
them to the balcony to hang them. She accidentally got her chest wet by the still-soaked
clothes, and Hiru caught sight of something unexpected. 'She... doesn’t wear a bra?” She
literally could see the nipple bulges, and that raised a question from her. ‘Were they doing
something up there?’

“Can you put your pants back on? It’s distracting to see you with that schlong hanging in
your crotch."Asa frustratedly pointed at his fully erect cock, which is definitely not hanging
but rather standing straight and pulsing in impatience. Denji just merely nodded, asking why
she would get nervous around his cock while he had been inside of her before, which got a
blush from Asa before she softly slapped it.

Denji just sat up, unfazedly eyeing her, before raising his eyebrows. “You down for it?” Asa’s
mouth dropped in confusion, and her eyes narrowed when Denji pointed at his cock,
suggesting that they should be doing something to kill some time. Denji might not say it out
loud, but he noticed the looks Asa had been giving them when they didn’t look at her, and he
saw how she subconsciously grinded her thighs together. “You seem…”

“Shut up! I’m not…” As much as her mouth said ‘no’, her eyes still fixated on his crotch,
Denji seemed to have noticed that. Asa, her face redder than before, scowled at him before
trying to distract herself with music, but yet again, somehow she switched her attention back
to it. “Fine… It’s not like I’m all crazed for it, but..."

Denji just held out a hand and told her it was alright. After seconds of denial and hesitation,
Asa finally shook her head, admitting that she now wanted to do that with him, but she
haughtily said that she only did it because of his desperate looks, even though it wasn’t. She
timidly removed her pinafore before her fingernails came about unbuttoning her white shirt,
and she insisted on having her underwear and pants on, and he also had to cum outside.

Despite her numerous bothersome rules, Denji nodded eagerly, and his hands touched her
chest gently. Although she wasn’t as bold as Yoru since she wasn’t up to stripping herself
naked, Denji had no complaint, and he just focused on groping her breasts. Asa, her face red
and her heart beating wildly, just eased herself down with a deep inhale, allowing Denji to
explore her body. She wouldn’t consider herself attractive, but it was nice to see him deciding
to appreciate her body instead of sticking his penis in immediately.

Denji’s face moved closer to her chest, and he shamelessly pressed his whole mouth on her
collarbone, sucking and ferociously smooching. It wasn’t anything much, but Asa would say
that it was weirdly enjoyable. She couldn’t contain her moans when Denji noticeably
increased the intensity of his kisses, and his hands began to travel down to her lower body,
sliding into her pants before his fingers managed to touch her vulva. She almost shrieked
when Denji found her clitoral area before he rubbed on it, and he shut her up with a deep
kiss.
Eventually, Asa gave in to his forcefulness and soon found herself laying on the bed with
Denji on top of her, still reminding her of that reality with his kisses on her neck. Asa glanced
at the door, seeing it was partially closed, but she, too drowned in blissful pleasure, didn’t
even bother to lock the door, which was her grave mistake. Once she got tired from the
intense kissing, Denji sat up, pinching her pants aside until he fully saw her womanhood. He
just wanted to taste those ‘lips’, but knowing Asa, she hated putting mouth in genitals.

Denji was ready to do the penetration and brushed his cock against her vulva, looking at her
again and asking if she really wanted that, to which she uncertainly said yes. Nevertheless,
Denji pushed forward, sliding his hard penis inside her vagina and earning a grunt from Asa.
It was like the other time, but it was slightly more painful. Despite that, she still told Denji to
continue thrusting his hips, and when he managed to reach the cervix, she let out a long moan
of elation, strongly gripping the mattress as Denji’s pace became steady.

They couldn’t mutter anything aside from moaning like crazy, hoping that Hiru wouldn’t hear
any of these. As a way to suppress her cries of pleasure, Asa covered her mouth, but some of
them escaped through the small gaps, and Denji pushing nearly his whole length inside of her
repeatedly made her abandon that fruitless effort. She just limplessly dropped her arms on the
floor, letting herself immerse herself in that sexual glee from the intercourse. Denji’s cock
ravenously assaulted the cervix, relentlessly kissing it as Denji grew wilder and more
uncontrollable. Neither of them seemed to notice that the gap in the door slightly opened up,
and an uninvited visitor watched them.

Asa could feel her inside expanding as Denji pushed his cock deeper inside, assertively
laying on top of her to add more force and weight to that thrust. Asa appeared to be okay with
that, and she wrapped her hands around his neck before they both went in for a kiss. Denji
continued to grind his hips, feeling the tightness of her walls begin to squeeze his cock in an
attempt to milk him. Denji is now switching his attention to her face, forcefully locking lips
with Asa, who wordlessly let him do so as she liked it. When the door was kicked open, the
two of them flinched and had to break the kiss, but when they realized it was just a frustated
Yoru, who was all pent-up and impatient, they both went back to kissing.

"Why does she always have to interrupt me every time?" Yoru gritted her teeth, scratching
her hair before closing the door, forgetting to lock the door, which, again, was their biggest
mistake. "So... you guys are having fun, it seems.” What surprised her most was that Asa
didn’t even bother to tell him to put a condom on, which is very much against her character.
Regardless of what was occurring in front of the sister’s eyes, Yoru decided to hop into the
fun and swiftly remove her clothes in a comical way. Denji, upon noticing Yoru moving
closer to him before he laid beside Asa, leaned down to kiss her.

While his lips were busy smooching the sister’s lips, his right hand traveled downward to
find the womanhood, feeling her pubes before his fingers started to finger her vagina. The
sisters’ shoulders brushed against each other, and they gradually held hands when Denji
thrusted faster, along with his fingers pushing deeper inside of Yoru’s cunt while his thumb
teasingly played with her clitoral area. The girls moaned, and Yoru almost frowned when
Denji switched his attention to Asa before he tenderly planted kisses on her cheeks and then
her jaw and lips.
They were so lost in their rapture that none of them noticed a pair of eyes watching them. Asa
needily sat up to hog all of Denji for herself, and Yoru took offense at her sister’s little greedy
act. The scarred-faced girl also tried to get all of Denji for herself. Denji felt her strong grasp
on his right hand, and with Asa now hugging him by the side, he was overwhelmed and could
literally feel their jealousy. “Alright girls…” Yet, the tension was still there, and Denji
couldn’t do anything.

"I want to try something new.” Asa admitted after a long pause of silence, and Yoru
contetedly nodded while Denji just let out a confused wail as the sisters laid the boy down on
the bed. Despite being confused, Denji still allowed them to do whatever they wanted with
him. His cock was temporarily pulled out of her wet cavern so that Asa could position herself
sitting on his loins, and Yoru now just wished to use his face as a seat. “…” It was
embarrassing for Asa, to say the least, as she literally could see her sister naked and smirking
as Denji obediently worked his tongue.

Regardless, she inserted the cock inside of her vagina again and started bouncing on his
waist, the blush returning as she tried to get over the pleasurable pain of his cock fiercely
punching her cervix. Yoru was no better at holding her moans as Denji’s tongue crazily licked
on the flesh, and it went inside of her hole before wildy stirring inside of her. The overload of
pleasure made her legs shake in bliss. The sisters held each other’s hands, trying to keep
themselves balanced as Denji’s mouth and hips flawlessly did the work. Yoru looked down at
him with a wide smile of contentment. Asa mustered all of her strength to continue hopping
on his cock, letting out a quiet moan.

Their moans got louder, even leaking out of the room due to one tiny gap in the door. Denji
tirelessly thrust his hips, which put Asa out of commission, and she could sit back and enjoy
the pleasure he was giving her. As much as the overwhelming sensation continued to cloud
the mind, with Asa’s nails digging into his legs’ flesh and Yoru’s hands pressing on his chest,
Denji was pretty much the one still conscious enough to accidentally sniff something. “Is that
smoke?”

Denji’s question snapped Yoru out of the state; she disliked it, but she had to say that the air
was somewhat thicker and unbearable. “You’re right…” Denji stopped licking her pussycat,
ending the fun rather abruptly. Asa just lightly gasped in confusion and, indeed, smelled
something. "Mom! Is the food burning!?” Rather than a clear response from Hiru, they just
heard rapid footsteps coming down from the stairs, which seemed odd.

“Wait, the food is burning?” Denji wondered, and Asa just grunted at her mother’s unusual
clumpiness. This had never happened before, but instead of continuing the fun, the three of
them sadly had to halt their intercourse and quickly put on their clothes again before heading
down to see Hiru messily trying to save her fried pork from literally turning into tar. “…”

“Mom… Is everyone okay?” Asa worriedly came up to her mother, not minding that her hair
was practically a mess. Strangely, Hiru seemed to avoid eye contact with her daughters and
just excused that she was distraught by other work to even notice the stove was on. “It’s… It
looks like we have to replace it with some fried eggs."

“That’s… a great idea, Asa!” Hiru enthusiastically kissed her cheek, unknowingly
embarrassing her in front of Yoru and Denji, the latter seeming to not care about the display
of parental love. Of course, his mother sometimes smooched him in the cheeks, even when he
was basically a teenager now, but that showed she loved him unconditionally, and Asa’s
mother did too.

So there would be absolutely nothing that could cause a rift in their beautiful and wholesome
relationship.

Hopefully.

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“Denji, you don’t have to feel obligated to help me clean the dishes... I can do this myself.”
Hiru just awkwardly watched as the boy shook his head, pleading that it was a way to repay
her for this delicious dinner she made. Denji still insisted, telling her that she should watch
some TV while he just needed to clean up all of the dishes. “Well… I suppose that your
mother doesn’t do much as you hog all of the housechores.”

However, Hiru still stood by his side, eyeing him in an unintelligible manner as she looked
around. Yoru and Asa were both asked to buy some groceries, and even though the big sister
protested, Asa still managed to convince her that her mother was tired and needed rest.
Needless to say, they left, and Denji was alone with Hiru. “I’ve watched you, Denji.”

“What?” The blonde boy cleaned his hands with some soap after cleaning the dishes. A short
gasp left his mouth when Hiru’s hands were on his chest, and one even traveled down across
his torso. Just as she was about to grab his crotch, Denji stopped her by grabbing his wrist,
looking bewildered. “Mitaka-san? What are you?

“I have watched you copulating with my daughters shamelessly.” Denji unknowingly

loosened his grip, blushing slightly as she put her hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth
radiating in her palm while Denji tried to avoid eye contact with Hiru, who forcefully ran her
finger across his pecs through the shirt. “It was... tempting, so much that I couldn’t leave my
eyes off it.” Oh God… She saw them having sex!

“I-

“It was indeed sad to see the fun stopped because of my carelessness." Hiru relived the
moment of her watching them through the gap of the door, trying her best not to touch herself
when both Yoru and Asa sat on Denji, who still overwhelmed the sisters back with ease. Just
as she predicted, Denji was full of vigor, and she might have developed some dirty wishes.
“Do you know how long I have been doing this? Since when my girls were born.”
“That’s…” 16 years. Very long, indeed. “You want me to..." Denji still acted naïve, even
though he was fully aware of what was to come. Hiru blankly nodded, his eyes fixating on
his pants. This is much, much more shameful, as this is Asa's mother. Although she was a
single mother, it’s still very wrong to do it with her. Despite his attempts, Hiru forcefully
grabbed his hand before sliding it under her shirt, feeling her bra. Almost immediately, Denji
lost all of his desire to deny her offer and automatically groped her breasts with both of his
hands. ‘What the fuck? Am I into MILF?’

Hiru let out a soft moan, her face blushing as Denji voluntarily unhooked her bra, which was
unimportantly dropped to the floor as if it didn’t matter to them. Denji was skilled, and Hiru
could see that just by the way he was massaging and pinching her nipples. Her bosom was
considerably bigger than the sisters’ by a margin. Hiru’s hands pulled down his zipper, then
his pants, and she almost let out an exhale of shock when she noticed the twitching bulge
behind his underwear. Out of curiousity, she gave it a gentle squeeze, getting a low grunt
from Denji.

Denji took the initiative by lifting up her shirt, completely taking her by surprise, before he
leaned in for a kiss with her. For lack of a better word, it was sinful and weird to Denji, as he
was about to fuck his friends’ parents. Guilty as he felt, his hands still continued to zip down
her jeans before he smoothly pulled down her legwear, leaving only her pants covering her
crotch. It was also shameless, according to Hiru, but there was no turning back for them now.
She was too consumed by lust to even think straight before offering him sex, and Denji,
although guilty, still agreed to do that out of reluctance.

Denji gently squeezed her ass, which would be called flawless for a middle-aged woman like
Hiru. The genes run deep in the Mitaka bloodline, it seems. Denji unknowingly removed her
pants, while Hiru slowly did the same. The blush on her cheeks grew redder when, for so
long, she saw a naked man in front of her again. She tried to rid herself of the memory of her
ex-husband and firmly reminded herself that Denji was in front of her, shamelessly removing
bits of her clothes before he finally stripped her of her nakedness. “I will help you."

Denji nodded as she was on her knees, calming herself by breathing evenly, when, directly in
front of her face, his erect cock was twitching with excitement. She had never done any oral
sex, but she had picked up some skills by sneakily watching some porn whenever her
daughters were at school. As she has noticed, it was the first thing to occur in pornography,
and then the penetration followed suit. Starting with a kiss at the tip, Denji held his breaths
when she swallowed the tip, her tongue dancing on it as Hiru slowly bobbed her head, and
Denji started to feel her mouth’s warmth.

The reek was obnoxious to her, as this cock had just gone inside Asa moments ago, so
technically, she was indirectly tasting her own daughter. Putting that impure thought aside,
Hiru focused on giving him the blowjob, glancing at him with narrowed eyes when she
noticed that his cock was pulsing as the size began to grow. Denji’s penis was much bigger
than she initially thought; she didn’t even try to swallow more than half of his length. Low
hums escaped her nose as Hiru used her teeth and tongue, salivating on his cock. Denji’s legs
slightly quivered, moaning and impatiently pushing the back of her head.
Denji never knew that she had been pent up for so long, and she wanted him to make love
with her to tame the stress. As much as how wrong this would be, Denji couldn’t give a shit,
just jerking his head back as Hiru continued to use her tongue, which was dancing on his
shaft unrestraintly. He glanced at the door, seeing that the windows were all concealed by the
curtains, and with the sisters away, Denji would say they could go straight into business.

Hasty taps on her shoulders signaled for her to stop Hiru. Confused at why he wanted her to
stop sucking his cock, Denji picked her up by the armpits without a word, and he firmly sat
her on the dining table, where they, along with the sisters, had a nice dinner. “Oh my…” She
was surprised at how agile he was, and Denji quickly cut off her thoughts when he went on to
kiss her neck while she could feel his hard cock jabbing on her inner thigh. Her body became
hotter, with Denji gently putting his hands on both sides of her waist before he began to thrust
his hips.

Both of them had a groan of pleasure when his cock went inside Hiru’s vagina, but she was
undoubtedly the one who enjoyed it more. It was indescribable, like when you found a game
you enjoyed 15 years ago but somehow lost it, and after so long, you were able to find it. The
same could be applied to her logic. “Oh God…” She let out a long moan as she felt his cock
slowly open up her walls, and her gripgrip on the table intensified the more he pushed in.
Denji looked at Hiru with his mouth dropped, breathing heavily, when he ultimately hit her
cervix.

Now, with his penis inside of her wholly, there was only one thing he could do: continue.
Denji couldn’t just turn back and act like nothing happened, and Hiru’s long moans brought
him back to reality. It felt so immoral, yet so good. Despite the guilt, Denji began to move his
hips again, drowning her in blissful pleasure at each thrust he gave her. Hiru’s mind was
blank, and she couldn’t think straight while Denji rammed his dick inside of her vagina. She
had been missing this feeling for more than a decade, and Denji would renact that for her.

One of his hands found its way to her chest and groped on it. The table violently shook as a
result of their intense love-making session, and Hiru would like to have him visit her at least
once a week. Denji would, or might have, no problem with it. Their moans filled the whole
apartment, letting nobody know of their sneaky intercourse. Hiru felt overwhelmed, thinking
that she wouldn’t be able to be conscious after this round. The pent-up feeling amplified the
sensation even more; Hiru almost screamed when Denji increased the pace of these thrusts.

Her features excited Denji, from her bare breasts to her buttocks. Time seemed to have gone
soft on her, and Denji wished to explore her body more. He had experience with older women
before, and Hiru, who had gone a little rusty, easily gave in to his cock, violently jabbing her
cervix without mercy. The deeper he went inside, the louder her moans were, and Denji was
conveniently pumped with excitement by her cries of pleasure. Now bored with playing with
her bosom, Denji wanted to squeeze her ass.

To her confusion and frustation, he stopped thrusting. Instead of shooting his load like she
initially thought, Denji grabbed her by her own butt, and she instinctively wrapped her legs
around his waist and her hands around his neck as he cupped her buttcheeks and groped on
them. “I hope you like it, Hiru-san.” Denji murmured in her ears before he guided his cock
 inside of her pussycat again, continuing the session. A piercing gasp was exhaled from her
mouth when Denji hit the cervix, and he lifted Hiru up by her ass and sucked on her tits.

“Oh my! Oh my God!” Hiru couldn’t mutter any clear words as the overload of pleasure
clouded her thoughts. With Denji suckling on her nipples like a baby and his manly cock
ravaging her womb, Hiru was rightfully unable to process her surroundings; even her vision
was getting hazy as the time went on. She couldn’t do anything but let her rapid breaths hit
his blonde hair, her hands strongly adding pressure to his back as Denji simutaneously
cupped her ass and thrust his hips, each thrust ending up with his tip hitting her cervix.

Denji had a grin of pride on his face when he felt Hiru tightly hugging him for support,
thinking that he had done more than just simply sassify her need for sexual pleasure. A deep
hum vibrated in his throat when Hiru screamed out of rapture. To make it more erotic, Denji
skillfully thrustthrust faster, sinking her deeper into blissful, sinful pleasure, and Hiru kept
moaning louder, her hug tightening, and he sucked on her tits harder than before. “Oh yes,
yes! This is more than I wanted!” She exclaimed, his cock mercilessly feeling like it was
tearing her inside. Both of them made a grave mistake when they didn’t pay attention to their
surroundings and the creaking of the front door.

“I’m close, Hiru-san." Denji muttered, groaning as the orgasm was about to happen. Their
moans got more intense when Denji increased the speed of his already fast thrusts to bring
himself closer to orgasm. Hiru felt all parts of her body being used. His presence could be felt
in her nipples, pussycatpussycat, and ass. With a grunt, Denji stopped thrusts, moaning along
with Hiru as he shot a load inside her vagina. The mother felt something warm inside, but
due to the sensation clouding her mind, she couldn’t care less and let Denji crawl inside of
her.

After emptying, Denji carefully placed her on the table again. As he pulled out, a long stream
of semen escaped her cunt. Hiru just wiped the sweat off her forehead and tiredly laid flat on
the table. Initially, she just smiled in delight, finally being able to have the long-lost sensation
again, but then her eyes widened when she looked at the front door to see... her daughters,
along with the bags of groceries, dropped to the ground carelessly. "Asa, Yoru! It'sIt's not
what

Denji realized he messed up hard. “I can explain!” Yoru immediately threw an egg at him,
staining his face with slimy yolk and white, while Asa just looked extremely disappointed
and just wanted to leave this place. Yoru, on the other hand, went to the kitchen and grabbed
a knife. “I’m sorry!”

"Denji, you motherfucker!!”

Chapter End Notes

This chapter somehow made me uncomfortable to write, maybe I am not used to having
the idea of a mother of a friend having sex with a male friend. I don't like the idea of
incest, so no direct threesome between the Mitakas, unfortunately.

My God.... just... two more days... Chap 152

I just realized that Kobeni was extremely unfit to be a mother. Financially poor, unstable
mental health, family issue, stress, too much to list them all... And Denji might even pull
a Vergil move and just run away from child support.
 Fivesome with The Senpais (Fumiko, Michiko, Sawa, Shoko)
Chapter Summary

Fumiko: Deepthroat, Girl on top

Michiko: Blowjob, Sitting on lap
Sawa: Blowjob, Lap dance
Shoko: Sideway sex

Chapter Notes

Sawa: https://chainsaw-man.fandom.com/wiki/Division_4_Female_Member
Shoko:https://www.reddit.com/r/ChainsawMan/comments/14dxxtp/just_a_quick_rando
m_drawing_of_this_sleepy_girl/

See the end of the chapter for more notes

"So, yeah, they hate me a lot.” Denji calmly said this to Reze, who just slightly nodded with
her eyes widening in bewilderment. Yoru, blinded by rage, would have stabbed Denji in the
chest if not for his fast agility and some serious luck, like some kind of force that kicked the
knife off the feral sister’s hands from the shadow. It was Pochita who was protecting the boy
from any danger. Still, Yoru’s rage wasn’t extinguished, and both Hiru and Asa had to hold
her down before she could harm Denji again.

“I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!!” That was what she said.

"Wow, I mean..." Reze was completely speechless when Denji admitted that he fucked Yoru’s
mom, and somehow he looked completely unfazed by how wrong it was, as if he got used to
this. “You…” She tried to hold back a laugh. “You truly are, literally speaking, a
motherfucker.”

“Shut up!” Denji friendily threw a piece of crumbled paper at her, but she still laughed,
hugging her own belly at her own joke. Even though Denji left that house unharmed, he was
aware that the relationship between Hiru and her daughters would not be the same again, and
Denji was the one who damaged it. “I don’t know... I tried to apologize, but they blocked my
number.

“If I were her, I would do the same.” Reze sipped her tea, Denji groaning in exhaustion
before hitting his forehead on the table repeatedly. He didn’t know what to do; maybe he
could try to confront them directly and apologize, but considering how violent Yoru acted, it
wouldn’t be a surprise that she would kill him right on the spot. Asa, though not as aggressive
as her sister, would just leave and avoid conversations with him.

So…

*Amour plastique plays*

There is nothing we can do.

“You really fumbled this hard, Denji-senpai!” Out of nowhere, Fumiko put an arm around his
shoulders and leaned on him. Surprised by her sudden arrival, Denji almost flinched but still
kept his bored expression. The girl had a wide grin on her face, and just by looking at her,
Denji could say that she wanted to make another video. Before he could even say anything,
Fumiko put a finger on his lips, shushing him. "No, no, I know that you want to make another
video, but I’m not in the mood for that today.” She giggled, much to Denji’s annoyance.

“Why are you here?” Denji gritted his teeth when he felt her cheek on his shoulder, and she
nudged him with a grin as Reze just demanded an explanation with a weird look on her face.
Fumiko, chuckling, tapped her fingers on his arms before she put a hand on his cheek, nearly
bringing him to a kiss. “…” Reze, somewhat interested in what was about to happen, leaned
in closer.

“Wanna go on a date?” That was extremely unexpected, especially when those words escaped
Fumiko’s lips. Never once in her life would she say, either it would be sex or to make porn
videos. While a date with Fumiko sounds not so bad, even though this girl was a little bit
crazy, Denji wasn’t sure if he should agree to go out with her. “You’re thinking this is just a
trick to fool you into making another video, aren’t you? Sadly, it’s not.”

“So what is the date for?”

“It’s more like a good way to strengthen our bond, you know.” Fumiko grinned, her fingers
slowly moving across his thigh before they touched his crotch, but then she drew her hand
back. Their relationship, neither romantic nor platonic, more like friends with benefits, was
kind of loose, judging by how reluctant he looked every time. Also, Fumiko wanted to spend
some time getting her head off sex for a while, and a date with Denji might do it.

Denji turned his gaze to Reze, who just shrugged her shoulders and wouldn’t care. As much
as he was feeling awkward, Denji thought a nice date would lift his mood, so, after seconds
of consideration, he nodded, and Fumiko’s grin grew wider. With that settled, she blew him a
kiss before heading off somewhere, not forgetting to give him a wave. “She’s…” Reze
muttered.

"Weird, I know.” Denji finished the sentence.

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A movie date wasn’t what he expected, but... she was in charge, so he had to go with
whatever she decided. After buying two tickets and finding their seats, Denji and Fumiko sat
down beside each other while the screen was showing trailers for other movies. By the look
of it, they would have nothing to do for about ten minutes before the movie really started.
“It’s quite empty in here.”

“Probably because this movie stinks." Denji groaned, leaning back on the seat and closing his
eyes, and he decided to just take a quick nap. Fumiko fixed her attention on her phone,
boredly swiping her finger on the screen. They still wore their uniforms since they
immediately went to the nearest movie theater, and she planned out the date. “After this, I can
go home."

“No.” Fumiko turned to him, smiling and shaking her index finger. “After watching this
movie, we will aimlessly wander around to find something cool, and then this date is finished
when we end a karaoke session.” Denji blinked in disbelief, his jaw slightly dropping and a
gasp almost escaping at how long this date would be. Still, he had said yes, so he had no
choice but to agree with her.

Fumiko, bored out of her mind, didn’t want to waste ten minutes of her time watching
trailers, and then her narrowed eyes slowly turned to look at Denji, a grin slowly widening on
her lips as her hand noticably shifted, and a confused gasp left his mouth when he felt a soft
pressure on his crotch. “Not again…”

“I’m bored, Denji-senpai.” She said it with a soft hum, pulling the zipper down despite his
annoyance. As irritated as he was, he did next to nothing to stop her from unbuttoning his
jeans before she got on her knees in front of him, a blush heating up her cheeks as she pulled
the legwear down his ankles. When she danced her fingers on the bulge, Denji huffed, having
a hard time controlling himself as Fumiko’s tongue swiped on the surface of his underwear,
and her grin widened when he let out a quiet moan. “No penetration since we don’t have
time, senpai.”

Denji didn’t respond; she just gave her nods of approval before Fumiko, with a wide grin,
pinched the side of his underwear and roughly pulled it, revealing his flaccid and twitching
cock behind that. It had been a while since she last had sex with him, but she knew of his
shortcomings and how to control him. “You miss me that much, Denji-senpai?” She grabbed
his penis by the base and lightly sucked on the tip, clicking her tongue when she noticed a
sour and bitter taste in her tongue. A cumulus leaked out of his hole, and she unhesitantly
licked it. “You just jacked off, didn’t you?”

"I just fucked some random girls in breaktime.” He casually shrugged his shoulders,
watching Fumiko bobbing her head and swallowing his soft cock whole. Despite the bright
light from the screen that could reveal what act they were doing, neither of them really cared
because they chose the back row seats, and it was undeniably sparse so they wouldn’t be
easily caught. With that knowledge in mind, Fumiko kept bobbing her head up and down, and
once she felt his cock become stiffer, her hand began to jerk him off, along with her mouth
continuously pleasuring him.

Denji leaned back on his seat and couldn’t stop shaking his legs when her mouth wetted the
now-hard cock, her teeth hitting on the glans seductively, and Fumiko’s hands began to
fondle with his balls. He didn’t expect to receive a blowjob here, but that mouth of hers really
drove him crazy. Denji couldn’t do anything except let out grunts that seemed to sassify
Fumiko, who seemed to have taken pleasure in seeing him moan. It was music to her ears,
and she wanted to make it last longer than the movie itself. After a while, she finally had
enough courage to swallow the cock more, although it felt a little weird to have his cock poke
at the entrance of her throat. Regardless, she endured it and even offered him a wide grin
before pushing it a little deeper, making some typical choking sounds like female pornstars
do in porno videos.

Denji sat back, gently putting a hand on her head and lightly pressing to push his cock deeper
inside, not caring if she was choking or feeling uncomfortable. The boy could feel her hands
on his thighs and hear her gagging sound, seemingly enjoying the sounds of her throat being
abused by his cock. Fumiko dared to provoke him into having risky sex in here, so she
deserved some punishment. She would gladly accept those. It was a mess, to say the least.
Fumiko’s droll stained his cock and lap, and more beads of cumin leaked out of the hole; she
swallowed them all.

His penis mercilessly was shoved down her throat by Denji, who shifted his weight and
moved into another posture that benefited him by making her swallow more. Fumiko’s eyes,
despite the roughness and forcefulness, squinched her eyes; judging by that, she was grinning
for sure. "Oh, I’m about to cum." Denji announced to her, and her hand resumed stroking his
cock again, along with her throat being violated as he subconsciously thrust his hips, shoving
the cock down further. She tried to say something, but since her throat was blocked, all he
could hear was muffled hums. Either way, he wouldn’t care.

He closed his eyes, feeling his utherals literally aching, until he shot a load of thick cum
inside her mouth, right down her throat. Fumiko braced herself as an uncomfortable reek
filled her nose, and he had yet to finish. “Swallow them all.” Denji ordered, pressing the back
of her head to shove the cock down deeper, shooting more loads inside, and filling her up.
Fumiko shifted from confidence to shock when she found her throat clogged by his own cum,
and she couldn’t take it all, so some managed to leak out of her mouth. Nevertheless, she was
blissful to know that she sastified Denji.

With a shaky moan, Denji told her to clean his cock before pulling out. A grin of pride spread
across his lips when he took a look at the mess he had made in her mouth. Fumiko’s throat
was filled with his jizz, her mouth rapidly breathing while she opened her mouth widely for
him to observe. Her eyes narrowed; seemingly, she was smiling at him before forcing herself
to gulp all of that semen down her throat. Due to its stickiness and the sheer amount of cum,
she had a hard time forcing it all down. Denji gently pinched her cheek as Fumiko tried her
best to gulp all of that load down, enduring the unbareable reek. Soon, when she successfully
did it, even opening her mouth again to show him, Denji grinned.
“I take that you enjoyed that BJ very much, Denji-senpai~” Fumiko had a devilish grin on her
face again, slapping his flaccid cock against her cheek and giving it a slow lick on the shaft.
Denji groaned at the provocation, but luckily, he had been training a lot on how to maintain
erections longer or get hard again. He learned some tricks from Santa. Fumiko’s prideful grin
morphed into a gasping mouth when she noticed Denji’s cock was twitching in her hand, and
her blush got redder once his cock was erect again. “Wow…”

“My dick’s still hard." Denji grabbed his penis by the base and lightly slapped it on her nose.
“It requires sucking.” While it was shocking to see him getting immediately hard again,
Fumiko, on the other hand, was delighted, and she alluringly licked the shaft. They continued
the fun, pretty much forgetting that they were watching a movie. Well, that movie sucked, but
Fumiko sucked harder.

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They were kicked out halfway through the movie, but Denji was beyond satisfied. He came
inside her mouth like five times, and he even returned the favor by licking and fingering her
pussycat. She came like two times, wetting the whole floor and screaming as her body was
trembling in bliss; luckily, the speaker drowned out her cries. This reminded him of that one
time he fucked Yoshida, and speaking about that woman, he despised her attitude.

Fumiko closely nudged him, giggling while they were aimlessly around a park. It was
secluded and dark enough for them to do the deeds in the bushes, but Fumiko decided it was
best to spend something doing silly things beside sex for a while. “Although the movie pretty
much sucked, it wasn’t so bad, right?” She smiled at him, and he nodded with a raise of his
eyebrows. About the second part, they essentially bought some cotton candy and snacks to
eat, and they wandered by the side of the river before finding themselves in a park. With no
other places to go, Denji and Fumiko decided to smoothly end this date with a karaoke
session.

“I know of a place. Not too far away.” Fumiko exclaimed, holding his hand and leading him
to the destination. Singing is one of Denji's weakest aspects, and his voice usually sounds
kind of dumb when speaking into a microphone, so he would just sit by. When they reached a
karaoke building with a big building that reads Fujimoto, they went in and unexpectedly met
some familiar faces. "Oh, I didn’t expect to meet my friends here.”

Denji noticed that Michiko, Sawa, and Shoko were standing in front of the reception, and
when the scarred-faced girl turned to look at the arriving two, her eyes widened in surprise
before she approached them, intending to hug Fumiko and then Denji. “Wow, you two are
going to karaoke?” Denji just shrugged while Fumiko nodded. “Okay, one room for us,
please!”
It was very unexpected to see them, especially when Denji had fucked with the other girls at
least once. While Michiko and Sawa seemed to be quite embarrassed to meet him again,
Shoko, tiredly, just hummed when she caught sight of Denji. After that, they entered their
designated room, with Fumiko carefully locking the door to prevent being caught. Denji soon
found himself squeezed between Sawa and Michiko, the two of them suspiciously patting his
thighs. “Who will get to sing first?”

“Me!” Fumiko snatched the microphone first, went to turn on the monitor, and inserted a disc
in the slot. The rest of the girls, saved for Shoko since she was closing her eyes, groaned at
the crazy girl’s passion for karaoke. And just like every time, she would always choose that
Chuu Chuu Lovely song. “I just very much love this one.”

“The lyrics are really disturbing." Sawa’s protest died down when Fumiko began to stomp
her feet in rythym when they heard sounds of drum sticks clicking, and then the chaotic beats
soon filled the room with booming sounds. “…” She leaned on Denji’s shoulders, watching
her friend energetically sing the song. “She is just like that sometimes.” She murmured to
Denji, who just had a nod of understanding.

“Ugh! The work… The preparation for the cultural festival... It’s been killing me!” With a
long groan, Michiko rested her head on his lap, and then Denji realized that he was
essentially when the two girls all turned their gazes at him while their hands carefully chafing
his thighs. Judging by the look, he already knew what was to come, and wordlessly, he
groped both of the girls’ breasts through their clothes, earning long moans from the girls as
the two of them now tried to zip down his jeans. Fumiko, having seen the dirty act, wanted to
join in the fun, but she had to finish this song first. After removing his pants, which were
needlessly thrown away, Michiko and Sawa, impatient, pulled down the underwear, sloopily
kissing the flaccid cock. “It was a good thing to meet you here, wasn’t it, Denji?”

“Yeah…” Denji muttered and gently placed his hands on their heads, watching as the two
senpais praised his cock with messy kisses and smooches. Michiko focused on stimulating
him by sucking on the tip while Sawa’s tongue was twirling on his ballsack. The girl with a
scar seemed delighted, judging by the soft hums she made when beginning to bob her head.
Although the others were doing naughty things, Shoko was too sleepy to care what they were
doing beside her.

After a while, Michiko had the strength to swallow more, and Sawa seemed to have gained
enough confidence to move on to licking the shaft. Having two girls sastifying at the same
time felt so heavenly to Denji, whose moans were drowned out by the booming sounds of
Fumiko’s messy rapping. The crazed girl glanced at Denji, giving him a wink when the song
went to the second verse.

Michiko wasn’t a bit uncomfortable with the reek of his cock, salivating on the shaft along
with Sawa. Knowing that sex was inevitable, Denji hastily took off his shirt, sat back, and
watched as the senpais worked together to bring him to orgasm with their mouths. They gave
her seductive looks, and Denji pretty much enjoyed that. As the time went on, he eventually
got erect, with Fumiko and Sawa now competing to have their turn at deepthroating it, and
the brown-haired girl finally won. “You miss me much, Denji?”
Denji didn’t verbally answer her question; she just grinned, signifying a loud yes. Sawa was
pleased to see that, and she rewarded him with a long lick at the frunulum and Michiko
smooching and licking at the base. Denji was essentially lost for words, as he had no way to
describe the sheer pleasure of two girls serving him at once, even competiting to suck on his
cock. Unknowingly, he applied pressure to both of their heads, shoving the cock deeper down
Sawa’s throat, but not as rough as he did to Fumiko.

Michiko noticed that his eyes were shut tight and his belly was moving up and down rapidly,
and Sawa also knew he was close. The only way to explain why he reached his limit so fast
was because Fumiko’s sixth blowjob got interrupted when they got caught. Sawa and
Michiko helped him by jerking him off and sucking harder, getting more groans from Denji,
and it grew louder, though still inaudible due to the sounds. He unexpectedly grabbed Sawa’s
head before forcefully shoving his cock down further and beginning to shoot his load.

Michiko backed down when he reached his climax, wiping her lips clean and watching as
Sawa tried to swallow down all of his cum. When he pulled out, instead of regaining strength
before allowing her to hop on that cock, Michiko let out a squeak of surprise when she felt
his hands on both sides of her head before he shoved his dick inside of her, splurting the rest
on her tongue. While Michiko appeared to be taken aback, she gratefully accepted the ‘gift’,
and opened up her mouth once he finished.

Both of the girls showed their mouths, which were a mess, and the culprit was none other
than Denji. He was proud of that, brushing his fingers on their lips before he ordered them to
swallow it. Although he wasn’t too interested in seeing girls swallowing semen, he might
have developed a thing for it now. After that, Sawa stood up first, but Michiko quickly held
her down, firmly pointing at herself. “I’ll go first.”

"No, girl, I will.” With no way to settle this in the easy way, the two girls groaned at each
other, their foreheads hardly pressing against each other, before Denji stopped them, telling
them they should do rock paper scissors instead. Despite how frustated and impatient they
were, they still complied with his wish and hid their hands behind their backs. When they
showed their hands, Michiko emerged victorious, as she was the paper and Sawa the rock.
“Ugh!” The brown-haired girl groaned, watching as Michiko enthusiastically removed her
uniform and sat on Denji’s lap.

“I’m done with this song. You can now have this.” Fumiko handed Sawa the microphone
before going on to remove her clothes. At least she had something to kill some time before
she had her turn. Fumiko’s grin grew wider when Denji flawlessly slid his cock inside of
Michiko before thrusting. A moan left her mouth when he gave her ass a light squeeze that
eventually turned hard along with her grasp on his shoulders. That sensation when he first
fucked her returned, and Michiko dearly hugged him, feeling the temperature of her body
rising.

Fumiko was fine being the third one to receive; even being fourth might not bother her. Denji
was her senpai, and Kouhai must follow their senpai’s rules. The boy rocked his hips before
he had enough space and comfort to thrust, his hungry mouth finding its way to suck on
Michiko’s tits. He felt a pair of foregin hands holding his legs and another tongue wetting the
base of his cock. Denji peeked out to see Fumiko sucking him off while Michiko was
bouncing on his cock.

Sometimes, her tongue would accidentally touch Michiko’s vulva as she continued to bounce,
and she was also well aware that her juice coated Denji’s shaft whole, but nonetheless,
Fumiko was more than willing to continue licking his cock, her hand cupping his balls
teasingly. Michiko let out a piercing moan, her body shaking as Denji forcefully thrust
deeper, hitting her cervix repeatedly as Denji sucked on her nipples more passionately. Sawa
sometimes narrowed her eyes in jealousy, but a quick song might be able to distract her from
watching them.

Michiko’s hands tried to guide Denji for a kiss, but since he was a straight dude who would
never kiss girls that had just sucked his cock, he quickly pushed her head aside and planted
fierce kisses on her neck. Michiko was disappointed that she didn’t receive a kiss, but Denji
compensated that kiss with faster thrusts and breast groping, and with Fumiko helping
pleasure him by licking on the cock tenderly and slowly. Sweats began to form on their
bodies, and Shoko eventually opened her eyes wide and looked at Denji. “Finally, I have a
way to sleep now.”

Denji and Michiko both moans as her walls spasmed around his cock, and he stopped
thrusting for a while. Fumiko, as naughty as she was, curiously teased Michiko with her
tongue by licking her pussycat. A giggle left Fumiko’s dirty mouth when Michiko confusedly
turned around, but she then felt feminine hands on both of her cheeks before Shoko brought
her to a kiss. Looking down, Michiko noticed that Denji was undressing the sleepy girl,
rubbing his hands on her bottom in the process. 'Wow, this is weird.' The scarred girl had
nothing to be sad about; she just deepened the kiss with Shoko.

While they were waiting for Denji to thrust again, Shoko and Michiko pleasured themselves
with kisses, groping each other’s breasts as Fumiko’s tongue was licking both Denji’s cock
and Michiko’s vulva. Denji’s mouth went from her neck down to her collarbone, then it
returned to sucking Michiko’s hard nipples, pushing Shoko’s hand off as the sleepy girl put a
hand on the back of his head before urging him to kiss her. “Oh wait…” Shoko leaned back
in shock, and then she looked at Denji and Michiko, pointing at the latter. “I thought you
were him."

Shoko had mistaken Denji for Michiko and unhesitantly kissed her friend in the mouth.
Although Michiko was pretty much fine with it, Shoko was a bit grossed out. “Nevermind…”
The sleepy girl quietly muttered, shifting her attention to Denji before her lips brushed with
his, and the boy, unfortunately, regretted kissing Shoko since she unintentionally kissed
Michiko, who had just recently sucked his cock.

Denji finally thrust his hips again, much to Michiko’s delight and pleasure. Shoko intensified
the kiss, deepening it, and her tongue danced with his, though Denji seemed unusually less
engaging. Fumiko teased her friend with hard squeezes on her ass while continuing to lick his
cock deprivedly. Michiko could only moan as the two of them mercilessly violated her body,
her body temperature rising once Denji increased his speed, each thrust of his forcefully
hitting her cervix, submerging her in pleasure and pain.
“Okay, my turn now!” Sawa put the microphone on the table, tapping Michiko on the
shoulder before giving Denji a quick peck on the cheek since he refused to kiss on the lips.
As much as Michiko was disappointed, the girl still complied with her order and sat aside,
letting the brown-haired girl take her turn. Sawa giggled, climbing on Denji, sitting with her
back facing him, and guilding his hands to her breasts. “Shall we begin?” She gave him a
prideful smirk, and Denji responded with a light squeeze on her boob, and Fumiko suddenly
sat in front of Sawa, their boobs pressing each other.

“Let me have fun too!” She insisted, and Denji reluctantly let her join. Although Sawa wasn’t
too familiar with the idea of having fun with a girl while a guy was penetrating her, she still
accepted and brought her friend into a sloopy kiss. One of her hands wrapped around Denji’s
neck, and he let out a long groan when his hand moved down to her waist before he started to
move his hips, almost simutaneously. Both of them moaned, but Fumiko silenced Sawa by
locking lips with her, and they both lovingly placed hands on each other’s neck.

They couldn’t hear lusty moans due to the loud singing amplified by speakers, but they
definitely could feel how passion-filled the intercourse was, specifically when both Denji and
Fumiko placed their hands on Sawa’s breasts, with the girl’s hands gently rubbing on his. The
blonde boy licked his lips as he watched both women sitting on his lap make out with each
other, Fumiko seemingly more forceful while Sawa was trying to get used to kissing girls.
Denji’s thoughts were cut short when Shoko redirected his head and brought him to a kiss
again, but he was way less energetic.

Michiko didn’t like being left out, so she stopped singing and crawled beside Denji, mouth
opening in need, before she engulfed one of his nipples whole, lightly sucking on the hard
bead of tissue, causing Denji to grunt in pleasure. It felt weird yet stimulating to him, and he
admitted that it was really good. Michiko observed his facial expression; even with his eyes
closed, his gritting teeth still indicated that he was trying to hold back his moans, and she
sucked on his nipple harder, pinching the other one, and she smirked in sastifaction when
Denji betrayed himself.

All five of them were engulfed in lust and rapture, and now none of them seemed to realize
that tonight’s purpose was to karaoke to relieve all of their stress, but this might even be
better than karaokeing, and Denji might be able to sastify all four of them. As a force of
habit, the more pleasure he feels, the faster he thrusts. Overwhelmed by blissful sensation,
Sawa couldn’t think straight, and with Fumiko forcing her into a kiss that sometimes
suffocated her, all she could do was moan and moan.

Without any warning, Denji suddenly stopped thrusting and whimpered, and Sawa began to
feel something wet and warm inside of her uterus. Her eyes widened in shock when she
realized that Denji had finished inside of her, and that suspicion was confirmed when he
pulled out, a drop of semen slowly leaking out of her vagina. Despite the risk, she still smiled
in satisfaction and laid on the sofa with a deep exhale. Much to her surprise, Fumiko and
Michiko, instead of hogging Denji all by themselves, poked their tongues out before the
leaking stream of cum, and Shoko used that opportunity to have Denji.

“Okay, can you lay down with me? I’m too tired to sit."Denji nodded and complied with her
wish, lifting her left leg up and positioning his penis in front of her pussycat. She tried to
compose herself, but it was proven in vain when Denji’s tip entered, earning a moan from
her. While the girls were busy licking each other, Denji slid his soft penis inside of Shoko
wholly, kissing on her neck gently before resuming moving his hips.

Denji was well aware that Shoko desperately needed to sleep, so to overwhelm her until she
got sleepy, he penetrated her while rubbing her clitoris to get her excited. He knew that an
orgasm would surely put her to sleep, and that was easy for Denji, whose moans grew louder
as he increased the pain, drowning her in europhia, and hearing her weakly moaning might
have turned him on and fueled his carnal desire to ravage her. He sniffed and tenderly
smooched on her neck, inhaling deeply as his cock went increasingly faster, kissing her
cervix with each thrust.

Shoko’s moans were barely audible to him because her voice eventually died down,
signifying that she was getting exhausted and sleepy. To speed up the process, Denji’s fingers
rubbed on her clitoris harder, as well as thrusting his hips faster. Shoko’s eyelids began to
become heavier, and the intense sensation at her loins slowly became more noticeable. With a
roll of her eyes, she reached her climax, her squirt staining the couch and his calves in the
process.

With a tired whimper, Shoko’s head dropped flaccidly, and her whole body loosened as if she
had no strength left. Denji realized that she was fucked so silly that she straight-up slept, or
more like passed out. Either way, being able to close her eyes for an hour was what Shoko
wished for. Gently, he laid her at the far end of the couch, where she would be sleeping
undisturbed.

After that, he was immediately greeted with a soft kiss from Fumiko, who was grinning with
a deep blush, and her hand went to jack him off slowly. Wordlessly, Denji pinched her cheek,
yet his eyes showed some disinterest when she giggled and said that he still cared for her. A
soft hum was exhaled from her nose when Denji laid his back flat on the couch, laying
Fumiko on top of him, guiding his cock to the entrance of her wet cunt. With a groan, Denji
perfectly inserted his cock inside, and both of them gasped a moan of pleasure and bliss.

Fumiko happily laughed as Denji carelessly thrust his hips, not caring if he hurt her or even
waited until she got used to his size. Denji was aware that she liked it rough and that, given
how freaky she was in sex, it came as no surprise when she screamed out. “Just like that!”.
He fulfilled her wish, his sharp teeth tenderly nipping on her nipple while his hands began to
roam across her body. “You like me, don’t you?”

“No.”

“Come on-Ah!” She was cut off when Denji noticedably thrust faster as a way to stop her
from questioning him. He got tired of her bullshit, and knowing Fumiko, she wouldn’t stop
her scheme to get under his skins just to bring out the harsh side of Denji. The two girls
excitedly watched Denji fucking Fumiko roughly, and they fingered each other. The rougher
he got, the deeper they slid their fingers into their pussies inside.

Fumiko placed a hand behind the back of his head, rubbing her cheek on his messy blonde
hair as Denji sucked on her tits harder. Fumiko’s moans became louder and louder as he
seemed to speed up his thrusts, even touching her mound. It hurt, but in a good way, she
 would describe. His hands traveled across her torso, and then he suddenly and barely grabbed
her ass, giving it a good massage.

Just minutes ago, the group of friends planned to have a karaoke session to relax after days of
preparation for the Cultural Festival, yet they chose to indulge themselves in dirty acts,
completely forgetting their original intention. But none of them gave a shit about the karaoke
or the lyrics being skipped on the screen; they just focused on doing what they wanted to do:
fucking.

“Oh go! Oh God! I’m close!!” Fumiko exclaimed with a blissful smile, eyes closed. Having
heard that, each of Denji’s thrusts soon picked up the pace again, slamming her cervix so
deeply that Fumiko almost felt herself being torn in half, whimpering and biting her own lips.
It really hurt—more pain than pleasure! Fumiko gritted her teeth, trying her best to endure all
of the punishment Denji was'rewarding' her. “Here it goes!”

With a scream of joy, Fumiko orgasmed, feeling the energy of her body leaving as she was
spraying her fluid on the already-stained couch. Her arms grew shaky, and she limplessly
dropped on Denji, and the boy seemed to have reached his limit. Denji violently slammed the
base of his cock on her mound, twitching and gasping while he was emptying a load inside of
her. “You seem to have a thing for cuddling inside, Senpai~ What if I got pregnant?”

"Huh. No way.” Denji pulled out, and the two other girls crawled up to them to lick all of the
leaking cum. Having a child is the least possible thing to happen right now, as he knew that
Fumiko had prepared some pills after they filmed their first porn video. Denji sighed, Fumiko
giggling and running her finger on his face.

“We’re not done yet.” Michiko came to his side, her hand stroking his flaccid cock, along
with Sawa, whose grin got wider when he got hard in seconds again. Even Michiko was
taken aback by how quickly he recovered from orgasm. “Holy shit!”

“I’m far from being done yet.” He grinned.

Chapter End Notes

Next up should be a threesome between Denji/Makima/Santa.

Is there any girl I haven't done yet? Tsugihagi is so far the one who hasn't done it with
Denji, but she would do it with him in Cultural Festival. After the Cul arc, there should
be a chapter of Denji/Himeno/Akera, and another one of a reverse gangbang of Denji
and Quanxi. And then this fic might end.

Been watching people playing Resident Evil, and holy crap, I found Crowbcat, who said
that RE4R was soulless, really biased. What the fuck bro was talking about? Music?
There is an option that enables OG themes. And why the hell did he get mad just
because, quote, 'You can't look up Ashley's skirt anymore'? People actually hate the
remake because Leon wasn't out of character, and not being traumatized by what had
happened in Racoon City? It is a 'remake', not a 'remastered', Clownbcat!

Sorry about the small rant, I just don't like people who hates on newer things just
because of 'nostalgia'. Why do they have to act like old things are better? Like, I don't
find Skibidi Toilet cringe, just a little goofy, and I kinda enjoy watching it, Trust me, I
have watched weirder shits back in 2012.
 Two Mature Women (Makima, Santa Claus)
Chapter Summary

Oral sex, Double boobjob, Missionary, Face sitting, Double cowgirl, Cum in mouth

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

After that so-called karaoke session, the five of them went back to their homes with a vow of
silence about what happened that night. While the three girls just went back home with
relative ease, Denji and Fumiko also wanted to take their time doing some naughty things at
the girl’s house. It wasn't as crazy as they expected, but Fumiko was more than satisfied when
they fucked until midnight, and Denji spent the night in her bedroom.

He had to say that she was too cuddly in her sleep, and while it sounded cute, Denji almost
died of suffocation a few times. Her mother sometimes went to Fumiko’s room to inspect
where the noise was coming from, and just as the door slightly opened, he immediately hid
under the bed, and once the woman left, Denji continued the session with Fumiko.

"Good morning~” Denji wiped his eyes, but he wanted to lay on the bed for five more
minutes. Judging by the gloomy darkness at her window and Fumiko saying morning, it just
barely passed 4 a.m. “Sorry, the sore at my crotch woke me up, and now I can’t go back to
sleep because of it.” Thanks to Denji, Fumiko was wide awake and pretty much paralyzed.
The blonde boy just frowned and quickly went back to sleeping. That reaction caused her
smily face to drop, and she gave him a light slap on the face.

“Can you shut up?” Denji scoffly pushed her head away, and Fumiko wasn’t too happy to see
her'senpai' ignoring her. So, as a way to earn his attention, Fumiko giggled as she slid her
hand down across his torso, going down lower than his pubic area before she softly stroked
his flaccid cock, which probably shot out nearly a gallon of semen yesterday. “I’m not in the
mood for sex now. Let me sleep!”

“Just kidding.” She laughed, resting her head beside Denji’s, and for once, he hugged her by
the waist, softly murmuring some gibberish before closing his eyes. “I want to be the little
spoon, if you don’t mind." Denji showed some annoyance at this idea, but to shut her mouth
up and let him have his sleep, he had no choice but to turn to her side and hug her dearly near
him.

Fumiko covered them with a thick blanket, and while it was way warmer than Denji hugging
her, she still preferred the hug, softly humming and closing her eyes. She didn’t know why,
although it wasn’t as good as sex, she found it more relaxing, and... she couldn’t well
describe that with words. ‘Weird…’ She smiled.
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“Finally, a fucking day off!" A pink-haired muscular man slammed the bottle of beer on the
table, sighing in content as he finally got to taste the smell of alcohol and soon women after
having a drink-out with his colleagues. “When was the last time we were allowed to have a
nice, simple rest like this? Six fucking months!”

“Our job requires sacrifice, Agent S. We must devote our time, strength, and patience to
keeping them safe. Just as you do for your brother.” A skinny blonde man mumbled, sipping
only tea. The rest, while rolling their eyes at Yagi’s stern commitment to his job, had to agree
with him. Sukuna, though, just clicked his tongue. “Also, you often abandon your mission to
copulate with women, am I right?”

“The prime minister wouldn’t care as long as I busted my nuts inside of them.” Sukuna joked
that he should replace his little brother’s position instead.

“While you and Itadori Yuji do share the same characteristics and stamina, Yuji’s seeds are
healthier and genetically superior; therefore, the future children of Japan will have more
vigor and be less likely to inherit diseases.” A purple robot came to life, and Sukuna slapped
it in the metallic head, saying that it was a cheap, knock-off encyclopedia.

All of them, working under the command of Abe Shinzo, casually chatted about their days,
weird encounters, and how they managed to save their targets from screwing up. It was a
very hard and tedious task, requiring a lot of concentration and strength to keep them safe.
That assassin group really exhausted them.

“I have always wondered... What would happen after this? All of this?” Yoriichi spoke out
his thoughts, seemingly deep in thought. Abe’s plan… The more he thinks about it, the less it
makes sense. “What would happen after this, when they all puke? Would my Kamado stay
with them, or...

“You might be onto something." Jiraiya tapped his lips. His student, Naruto, has been fucking
every girl in his school uncontrollably like a rabbit, and when he encounters any tough girls,
a dart of aphrodisiac is more than enough. “The prime minister never elaborates about the
post-plan."

“I doubt that he ever thought about what would happen next. The old man was probably too
busy making propaganda to even think about the consequences. Imagine the child support..."
King said, keeping a straight face, but inside, he almost widened his eyes when he finally
calculated the amount of money Saitama would have to pay. ‘ Holy shi-
Pochita, just like the others, stopped eating to think about the ‘Abe plan’, which contained a
lot of flaws that could lead to imminent consequences. While this plan could drastically boost
the population, the effect would heavily take a toll on the to-be mothers, both mentally and
physically. Most of them were still teenagers and had a bright future ahead of them. “I doubt
Abe even cares about the girls." Gantetsusai yawned.

Pochita didn’t want to speak out his thoughts; although he was technically capable of
speaking, he stayed completely silent and remained neutral about taking sides. Most of the
agents doubted or even outright showed some level of concern about the plan, but Pochita
would still believe in his master, for he was created to do so. Though he felt something was
between him and Denji, like gravity or some sort.

“Are we doing the right thing?” With that question from Yagi, all of them paused their eating
and began to think about their morality. They were told to do this ‘for the greater good of
Japan!’, Abe said. But does that really justify their actions? As long as they keep doing this
under the name of ‘great good’, is it really wrong?

“I do not have a clear answer for that, as I am not programmed to question the Prime
Minister and his orders.” EVA-01 looked down.

“Of course you fucking are! You’re basically his slave!” Sukuna pointed at EVA, but Pochita,
on the other hand, stopped munching his burger when he heard that word. He didn’t know
why he had a slight reaction to the mean phrase, his eyes looking down in disbelief and
confusion. Being taught not to think too much, he resumed eating his burger, but much
slower this time.

Denji was about to have sex with the nurse, according to Pochita’s knowledge.

Said boy was now on his way to Santa’s house, dressing politely and making sure he
scrubbed every inch of his crotch to make sure that his body smelled good. He expected a
blowjob, but at the same time, Santa might actually urge him for a kiss, considering that she
had some preferences for things like this. Again, Denji wouldn’t refuse to have a kiss with a
woman like Santa.

As soon as he was in front of the entrance, he just simply pushed the bell. After hearing a
faint “come in," he opened the door and stepped inside, not noticing another pair of heels in
front of the entrance. Having been here like three times, he got so used to this place that it felt
as if he had lived here for a long time. He heard Santa’s voice, but his eyes narrowed in
confusion when he noticed that she was talking to someone—perhaps a guest.

The closer he was to the living room, the clearer the voice of the guest, and after a few
attempts to make out the voice, his eyes went wide when he realized it was Makima’s. ‘She is
also here?’ It was unexpected of her to be here of all places, and Denji was surprised to know
his crush was here chatting with Santa about something.

“Oh, Denji, are you there?!” The nurse called out to him, looking at the entrance of the living
room, and Makima turned around with a small smile and a hand on her cheek. Makima, too,
didn’t expect to see Denji here, and it was also strange that he knew and freely entered
Santa’s house, as if he had done this more than once. “You can come in!”
A leg of his entered their point of view, and then Denji revealed himself standing in front of
the living room. A shy smile was on his face as he waved at them. "Good evening, Miss
Makima!” Santa’s eyes somewhat widened because the boy just called her friend ‘Miss’
instead of'sensei'. With a soft tap on the seat beside Makima, Denji obediently walked up to
her and sat down beside the woman, her hand soothingly rubbing his shoulder.

“I will go get some tea for you." Santa, with a chuckle, excused herself to go to the kitchen.
Now that the black-haired woman had left the scene, Denji was alone with Makima, who,
undoubtedly, was preying on the boy. Although it was very inappropriate to get to business in
the living room of somebody’s house, neither of them could care less, and Makima slowly
brought his lips to hers. She didn't seem to care, judging by the half-smile on her flawless
face. Like an instinct, his arms immediately wrapped around her body, his naughty hands
uncontrollably grabbing her ass.

Denji couldn’t believe what was happening; they were actually kissing in Santa’s living
room, and Makima now wanted to use her tongue. She was ordering him to do the same, a
smile speading from her lips when Denji seemed to have interpreted her wordless order. A
soft pat on the back was more than enough to keep him excited. Their tongues messily
danced, the tip wiggling as Makima went in for a slow French kiss, and Denji replicated.

Her ucanny yellow irises glanced down when she felt his hands on her chest, a soft hum
escaping her nose as Denji began to play with her boobs, undoing the buttons of her shirt
while Makima’s slender hand found his crotch. Their kiss deepened when she zipped down
his pants, and she let out a moan when Denji groped her breasts through the gap, feeling her
bra and the skin. “Mind if she joins in?”

Before he could even respond to Makima’s question, he heard the sound of a cup of tea being
placed on the floor, and then the boy’s head was held by Santa, who turned his head around
and gave him a passionate kiss. Denji could feel the red-haired woman’s hot breaths hitting
his neck, her hand soothingly tapping on his chest. Although he heard some weird metallic
clinking sounds, he didn’t bother to question what it was.

A moan left Santa’s mouth when Denji cupped her breasts before he hungrily grabbed the
hem of her sweater and told her to raise her hands up, to which she complied with a smirk.
Surprisingly, she didn’t have any bra under her clothes; presumably the same could apply to
her lower body, and Denji wetted his lips and then cupped her breasts before sucking on the
pink and hard nipples.

“You like it?” He didn’t answer, but Makima already knew the answer when she noticed that
his bulge was growing. Santa hummed in gratitude when she also saw that. Denji sucked on
her teats harder, making her whimper quietly, but that soft murmuring soon transisted into
loud moans when he forcefully dug his hand inside of her skirt, almost instantly finding her
clitoris and rubbing on that spot. He knew what and how to please Santa, who seemed to
enjoy cunnilingus.

He couldn’t believe that he was about to have sex with two attractive women in his school,
and he couldn’t wait to be inside of them. His desire to breed them grew fiercer as time went
on, and Santa’s moans were like fuel for that carnal desire. “Turn around, Denji-kun.”
Makima ordered him, and he sharply turned around with his tongue out, Santa frowning in
disappointment.

A click was heard, and Denji took five seconds to process the tightness around his neck.
“This…?” Suddenly, he found himself wearing a dog collar. Just as he was still baffled to
even ask Makima, the woman just hummed with a smiley face, taking joy in seeing him
being reduced to a dog. “Miss Makima?”

“Can you bark, Denji-kun?” Makima asked, but her voice somewhat made it sound like an
actual order, which he wasn’t allowed to disobey. Denji, without any hesitation, barked like a
dog for her. He knew he did right when Makima lifted her eyebrows and her smile widened,
so he barked again, with much more enthusiasm and energy. It was humiliating, yes, but if he
was to do it for Makima, Denji might not give a shit.

Santa was a bit turned off by her friend’s weird kink, but she still decided to play along with
it as long as Denji also noticed her need. “He’s such a good boy.” The nurse patted his head,
and Makima chuckled when Denji was on his four, awaiting orders from the redhead. “I feel
like this is not the ideal place to do it here, don’t you think?”

“My thought, also.” Makma hummed, looking at Denji, before standing up. Santa suggested
doing it in the bedroom, where they had plenty of space and privacy. It was a good idea, so
Makima agreed. “Now come, doggy.” She pulled the leash, urging the blonde dog to follow
her. Instead of standing up and walking like a normal person, Denji crawled behind the
women, excitedly breathing through his mouth. Santa looked at her friend with disapproval,
but Makima brushed it off and led Denji upstairs. Despite the irritating feeling of his knees
hitting the wooden material, Denji still wanted to be Makima's dog.

He purposely crawled slower to have a beautiful view of their bottoms, seeing the imprint of
Makima’s underwear through those pants of hers as she was walking up the stairs. She was
very well aware of his watchful eyes on her ass, and she suddenly had an impulse to make
him pent-up. Santa opened the door to her bedroom, sitting on the comfortable bed as Denji
crawled behind Makima, who now had an idea how to get him excited. “Sit, Denji-kun."

He kneeled in front of them, fighting his urge to touch himself, when Makima sat down
beside Santa and wrapped her arm around the nurse’s waist. Santa had no idea what her
friend was trying to imply, but judging by the intimate body touching, she knew it would be
something rather arousing. The two women chuckled, pressing their chests against each
other, not forgetting to glance at Denji before their lips touched. The boy gasped in
excitement, the bulge growing larger as Makima moaned into the kiss with Santa, whose
breasts were occupied by her friend’s hands. 'Wow, this is hot.’ Denji gulped.

The girls moaned at each other, maintaining eye contact with the ‘dog’ whilst they were
cupping each other’s breasts. Santa helped her take off that shirt, while Makima roamed her
hands across the nurse’s abdomen before she moved one down and started to finger the
woman. The two women wanted to make their moans as erotic as they wanted them to be,
and considering that Denji was barely able to contain himself, they continued to moan louder,
and their kisses became more intense.
“Bad doggy, you are.” Makima let out a soft chuckle when Denji touched himself, even if it
was subconsciously. He let out a whimper like a dog that misbehaved. Denji couldn’t take it
anymore; he just wanted to enjoy themselves. Seeing them make out just him a lot. Makima
went back to kissing Santa in the neck and collarbone, while the black-haired woman started
to take off Makima’s jeans, and Denji swallowed once his crush was bottomless, with only a
piece of pants covering her crotch.

Makima kicked her pants at Denji, whose face was covered by said pants, and of course, a
degenerate he was, Denji sniffed on Makima’s jeans, and that got a laugh from her. “He sure
is worked up.” Santa smirked at him, toying with Makima’s bosom, and her friend did the
same to her. The two attractive women were now naked from head to toe, with Makima
slowly pulling down her underwear, seeing how Denji was excitedly smelling her pants and
throwing the pants at him.

That piece of cloth landed perfectly on his face, and Denji shamelessly sniffed at the pants
with uncontrollable excitement. It was super hot to watch girls kissing, but at the same time,
Denji was really pent-up. The two women seemed to take pleasure in holding him back, and
the only thing he could do was wait until he got to do things with them. “Do you want to take
control?” Makima asked Santa, holding out the leash. “He will do anything you order him
to.”

Although pet play wasn’t Santa’s thing, she still wanted to give it a try. Grabbing the leash,
she turned to Denji, slightly spreading her legs to grant him the perfect view of her pussycat.
Santa lightly pulled the leash, and Denji wildly lunged at her like a wild beast, instantly
licking her pussycat and inserting his tongue inside. “Oh yes!” Her skin slowly turned red as
Denji switched to kissing her clitoral area. Santa’s legs continued to shake in pleasure, and
Denji forcefully kissed the sensitive part of her vulva. Makima’s hand moved down from the
nurse’s breasts to her waist, smooching on her neck as Santa was overwhelmed by the two of
them.

A jerk of the leash ordered him to go deeper, and he complied wordlessly. The comfortable
scent of Santa’s vulva drove him mad, making his mind go blank, and all he could think of
was sex. Makima smiled, a blush burning her face when she looked at her obedient dog
eating out her friend. Santa’s moans became louder, and Makima quietened them down with a
kiss. The nurse quickly put a hand on the back of her head to deepen it.

Denji buried his tongue deep inside Santa’s vagina, selfishly exploring every part of the wet
cavern with his tongue, drinking up any leaking juice. His raging erection now became very
visible to the two women, and they shared a chuckle when they saw Denji’s hands trying not
to touch that bulge. “We should reward him, shouldn’t we?” Makima cocked her head, a
small smile spreading across her lips, and Santa nodded.

“Dog, sit on the bed.” As much as he was disappointed he couldn’t get to lick Santa’s pussy,
he complied with Makima’s order without a protest. Oddly, when he just sat down on the bed,
it was now their turn to kneel in front of him, their hands slowly stroking his twitching cock.
Both of them lecherously eyed the erection, and Makima teased him with a quick lick on the
tip, with Santa following suit by kissing on the shaft before taking turns sucking on his cock.
Denji jerked his head back, his cock pulsing in elation. Makima held the penis by the base
before swallowing half of his size with relative ease, with no other way than Santa’s lips
smooching on his balls.

It was heavenly to him, almost like he was on cloud nine. Having two of them pleasuring him
with their mouths was beyond what he could describe, especially when Makima began to
move her head up and down, along with Santa, who licked his cock from the shaft up to the
frunulum. The women glanced at each other, silently arguing about him. Wordlessly, Makima
stepped aside and let Santa have her turn with him.

Unlike Makima, Santa didn’t go deeper than half of his length, but she made up for that with
her incredible ways of sucking on the tip. The nurse lightly nipped on the tip while Makima
was eyeing Denji with lust in her eyes, her smile widening as the boy groaned, his head
jerking back. Her hand slowly stroked his cock, with Santa sucking on it. Santa took great
satisfaction in seeing him moan, licking on the hard tip, and poking her tongue inside the
peehole. Upon knowing he was close, Makima blinked and tapped Santa’s shoulder. “We can
stop.”

“Miss Makima?!” Denji sat up in disbelief, groaning in disappointment, when Santa’s mouth
left his cock, leaving him unsastified. Of course, the two of them knew what they were doing,
but they wanted to take control of this situation, and Denji would be under their feet. “I’m…
I’m…” A single glance was enough to shut him up, and he looked down in sadness.

“Which one, Denji-kun?”

“Wh… What?”

Makima tapped her lips, slightly tilting her head. “Which one should give you a boobjob, me
or Santa-san?” Denji blinked in bafflement, not because of the question but rather the
choices. Identically, their breast sizes were the same, and Denji was a huge sucker for
boobjobs, but he couldn’t just favor Makima over Santa just because she was his crush. A
drop of sweat trickled down on his forehead, and the beautiful women in front of him
hummed, holding hands with each other and awaiting his response.

Denji, being Denji, of course found the best and most selfish way. “I want both! You both
give me boobjobs!" Santa’s eyebrows raised, as did Makima’s. Denji looked down at them.
Instead of meeting with disapproval, much to his surprise, the women nodded before they
moved closer to him and pressed their boobs against each other, with his cock in between
their voluptuous breasts. Santa wore a playful smirk, and Makima glanced at him; her eyes
narrowed when Denji gulped.

Denji couldn’t believe in his eyes; the women were pressing their boobs against his cock, and
they began to move their breasts at the same time, slowly, yet enough to keep him more than
sastified. A low grunt and then hasty moans left his mouth as Santa and Makima worked in
unison to give him the best boobjob ever. Surely, he loved his cock in either between
Makima’s or Himeno’s boobs, but having his rock-hard cock in between two women’s breasts
at the same time was something else.

“You love it, Denji-kun?” He nodded at Makima’s question, barking like a dog, and she
rewarded him with a quick kiss at the tip. To make it more erotic, they turned their gazes at
Denji, tongues out, and leaned in for a French kiss while their hands still rubbed their breasts
against each other, along with his cock in between them. It seemed to work, considering that
Denji’s jaw dropped as they started to brush their tongues against each other, maintaining eye
contact with Denji to make sure he wasn’t totally left out. Somehow, the looks they gave him
made him harder. He groaned, signifying that he was close.

“I’m… ugh…!” Denji couldn’t utter a clear word, but Santa and Makima knew that he was
near his limit, so they increased the pace of their boob massaging, opening both of their
mouths as he groaned louder. The subtle smile on Makima’s face slightly widened when
Denji’s moan filled the room once he reached his orgasm, spraying his jizz on their faces and
breasts. Santa’s eyes widened in shock when he continued to shoot out more, the cum
flowing down from his tip to their breasts.

“Oh my…” It was so much, much more than she expected. Santa swiped the stains of semen
on her breasts and slurped the fluid with glee. Most of her face, save for her nose and eyes,
was covered in his cum, and Makima also wasn’t an exception. Luckily, he didn’t stain their
hair, or otherwise they would have to go to the bathroom. “You rallied this much, Denji-
kun?”

“…Yes.” Denji sighed, lightly stroking his cock to keep himself erect. While Santa was
trying to find a way to clean all of his cum on her face, Makima suddenly grabbed her by the
head before forcefully kissing her. Despite being confused and surprised, Santa gently
returned the kiss, their cum-stained tongues dancing on each other. Denji began to slowly
masturbate at the sight of them kissing, and he gasped when they started to lick the cum off
each other’s faces. “Damn… That’s hot.” Santa chuckled at the comment, swiping her tongue
across Makima’s cheek and gulping down the cum.

Makima hummed when she saw his fully erect cock again. “If you don’t mind..." She
murmured at Santa’s lips, giving her friend a quick kiss before she took back the leash and
gave it a pull. With a tired sigh, Makima stood up in front of Denji, whose tongue was out,
and she laid on the bed. “Now, Denji-kun, would you?” She lifted her leg up to show him her
soaked pussy; not only that, Denjji gulped in disbelief when she spread her lips, and with a
simple ‘good boy’, he lunged at Makima, pinning the woman down on the bed and violently
rubbing the tip of his cock against her entrance. “So impatient, I see.”

A gasp left Makima’s mouth when Denji managed to insert his hard cock inside of her cunt.
His breaths were getting rapid as he tried to go deeper inside, and her moans seemed to have
excited him. Santa, from behind, hugged Denji and nipped on his ear, her fingers finding their
way to pinch his hard nipples. Denji didn’t allow himself to be distracted by Santa’s
wandering hands, continuing to thrust his cock inside of Makima, their moans mixing with
each other.

“Good dog.” She complimented, gasping with glee as Denji savagely crashed his waist
against her crotch, going ball deep inside of her. Of course, with nearly his entire length
inside of her, the tip of his cock unforgivingly kissed her cervix at each thrust, causing
Makima both pain and pleasure. But this was what she wanted, and she would severely
punish him if he dared to disobey her orders. Denji groaned, feeling her clingy walls squeeze
around his cock, and Makima’s vaginal muscle spasmed, making it harder for him to
penetrate her deeper for now.

Denji stopped thrusting, letting himself enjoy the sensation of his cock inside of her. Santa’s
mouth intensified the kiss on his neck, with her hands seemingly rubbing on his pecs harder.
“It’s my turn, no?” She smirked at Makima, who smirked back before she nodded in
agreement. Denji, though disappointed, still complied with their wish. With a grunt, he pulled
out his still-hard cock, turning around to face Santa, who was now on her fours, seductively
swaying her ass in front of him. “Come on, Denji~ Just be sure to pull out, alright?”

Weirdly, he didn’t answer her; he just licked his lips in lust and stroked his cock. Santa
frowned at the lack of response, but nevertheless, she still allowed him to use her as long as
he wouldn’t cum inside since she had no interest in having a child now. Makima sat beside
them, fingering herself slowly as Denji brushed his cock against Santa’s pussy, earning a low
moan from the woman before he pushed it in, half of his length going inside without any
problem.

Makima rubbed on her clitter harder when Denji placed his hands on Santa’s waist, strongly
thrusting his hips to push his cock deeper inside of her vagina. The blush spread across her
skin, paniting Santa’s body nearly all red as her moans got louder. Denji wanted to play with
her ass, and he did so without a warning to Santa. "Oh, yes, that’s what I want!” She closed
her eyes and let her body enjoy the sensation of his hands squeezing her ass, as well as his
big cock ravaging her inside mercilessly, drowning her in blissful pleasure.

Denji loved the sound of her moans, which urged him to go faster and deeper, and Santa
moaned even louder as a result of that. She told him to go slower, but Makima ordered him to
keep the pace. She enjoyed the sex being wild and primal as much as she wanted it to be, and
Denji, without a doubt, followed Makima’s order. He leaned forward, hugging her waist and
maintaining his thrusts. Santa was completely overwhelmed, unable to think nor protest, and
Makima was sastified to see her friend defenseless against his fierceness.

Like a beast, he just kept ramming his cock inside of Santa, not caring that she was hurt or
not because his mind was filled with desires to fill her up, which was against Santa’s wish.
The impure thought grew more intense when Santa’s knees began to grow weak, and she
collapsed on the bed, too exhausted to think clearly. Despite that, Denji’s cock still rammed
her cervix with strong thrusts, clouding Santa’s already-addled mind. Even though she clearly
yielded to him, Denji still savagely fucked her, hitting her cervix with his cock as she tiredly
lay on the bed, breathing heavily.

“Good boy.” Makima clapped her hand, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Denji pulled out,
allowing Santa some time to rest before she could continue. Makima gently patted his cheek
before laying him down on the bed, his erect penis pulsing in impatience while Makima sat
on his loins, positioning the strong cock before bouncing on it. She wanted to be the
dominant one, and Denji was her perfect toy for this.

Her hands pressed on his abdomen as she enthusiastically mounted his cock, smiling as Denji
seemed to be enjoying that. A soft hum and then a loud moan left her mouth when Denji’s tip
kissed her cervix. Rather than bouncing at a slower pace to reduce the pain, Makima still
insisted on it being like that, Denji groaning when she pinched on his nipples with a smirk,
casually playing with his body. Makima noticed a weight shift on the mattress, and the smirk
widened when Santa crawled toward Denji, whose eyes showed shock when the nurse sat on
his face, not bothering to hover a few meters above his mouth. “Consider it a payback,
Denji.”

Makima and Santa perceived his muffled words as music to their ears, and the nurse
somewhat wanted that to last longer, so she relaxed her lower body, pressing her whole
weight on his face. He proved to be a good dog by continuing to thrust his hips and
pleasuring Santa with that mouth of his. Although he was disgusted at the idea of licking
pussies that went through his cock, this time he swallowed his words and sloopily licked on
her vulva, ignoring the suffocation.

Out of his point of view, Makima and Santa both leaned closer for a kiss, their hands on each
other’s jaws, once they decided to deepen the kiss. Makima was more forceful and engaging,
judging by the fact that she cupped Santa’s large breasts, continuing to assualt her with kisses
on the neck, which softened the nurse, and that allowed Makima to dominate her with ease.
“Our little dog... He is doing great work, isn’t he?”

"Yes, I would say so.” Santa smirked, looking down at Denji, whose tongue now entered
deeper into her vagina, licking all of the juice on the walls, his lower lip brushing against her
clitoral area. Both women observed him, pressing their breasts against each other and
mumbling a few words to excite him. The sound of their lustful giggles entered his ears,
causing Denji to work his tongue harder, and he thrust his hips faster, hitting Makima’s cervix
harder as she moaned in Santa’s mouth.

“If you dare to crawl inside of me, doggy, you will meet with harsh punishment.” Makima’s
tongue created a long trail of saliva on Santa’s neck. Denji was close, but he had no way to
tell him. Then Santa was sitting on his face, forcing him to sassify her orally. The two women
kissed each other, playing with each other’s body parts while they were continuously toying
with him, treating him like shit. But Denji liked being treated like that.

Makima instantly knew he was about to orgasm when he stopped thrusting and began to
convulse. Santa, knowing the same sign, got off his face, allowing him to breathe again, and
then sat on the floor along with Makima, resuming the slow kiss. “Into our mouths, Denji-
kun.” He didn’t get Makima’s order at first, but his eyes widened when he realized that she
just asked him to shoot his load into their mouths. “Doggy?”

“Yes… Makima-sensei…” He was a tad bit disappointed when he didn’t get to cum inside of
Makima, but seeing the eagerness in their eyes, they really meant that and would be
disappointed if he didn’t do it. His hand began to stroke his cock at a fast pace as the women
both opened their mouths, awaiting his seed. His knees shook when Santa gave the tip a slow
lick, unknowingly causing him to beat his meat faster. He gritted his teeth as the sensation
inside of his urethra became more intense, and with a groan, he shot out his loads.

The women opened their mouths wider when Denji reached his limit. Santa seemed a little
jealous when Denji chewed on Makima’s mouth first, considering that the redhead was his
biggest crush. Even after splurting out three streams of cum in Makima’s mouth, he wasn’t
done yet. The smile on Santa’s face returned when Denji aimed his cock at her mouth, resting
the tip on her tongue before shooting the rest of his load. She giggled in rapture and gave him
a light kiss at the tip, opening her mouth to show him the mess he had made.

Denji swore that he would cum right on the spot when both women opened their mouths
wider, seeing their tongues stained with his seed. Their eyes met, and Makima initiated the
kiss first, with Santa wrapping her arm around her waist. Denji gasped and stroked his cock
again as the women exchanged each other’s cum on their mouths, not minding how sloppy
and disgusting it was. Their tongues danced on top of each other, hands roaming across
bodies and breasts, before they broke the kiss. “Did you enjoy it, Santa-san?”

“Very much, Makima-san." They gave each other a quick kiss and glanced at Denji, who was
stroking his hard cock. “I take it that you enjoyed the show very much, Denji.” He nodded.
“Fortunately, this is far from over.” Too bad, at least for the women, of course.

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“I don’t understand... This shouldn’t be possible.” Santa muttered, looking at the

unbelievable stuff on her desk. Makima walked out of the bathroom, donning only a towel
she borrowed from the nurse. Denji entered the bathroom, desperately needing to pee. “It’s…
incredible.”

“What is it?” Makima came to her desk, seeing a jar labeled "Denji," and inside it was
presumably sperm. “May I ask why, Santa-san?”

“This very jar was left here for more than two weeks, under this temperature, and somehow
the sperm was still very white, unlike the usual color of yellow when it died." Makima tilted
her head in confusion, looking at the rather healthy sperm inside the jar. “It was beyond
impossible for sperm to be this healthy unless stored at a specific temperature."

“Strange…” Makima was interested, to say the least. It was rather unusual and unexplainable.
Denji managed to grab her attention months ago due to his abnormal agility and medical
record, but this is just something else. “Maybe it was some mutation or genetic thing?”

“Not so likely; I have examined his blood before and found some weird things about his
cells... Most of them were replaced by unknown organisms that seemed alive. It was like a
blood transfusion, but still, it was wild.”

“I see…” Makima was impressed. Now that his sperm was ten times as vigorous, that meant
a single intercourse with him could definitely result in an unwanted pregnancy. While that
sounded incredible, questions were still left unanswered. Whatever stuff in his blood is, it
 seems to enhance his immune system and other characteristics in an abnormal way. Even
Denji miraculously got rid of his heart disease when he turned six. “Can I have this?”

“Why?”

“Let’s say I have friends that could help me discover the origin of this anomaly.”

Chapter End Notes

My god, half of this chapter is just sex. I'm kinda surprised that not much of Denji FFM
fanfic exist.

Cameos, lots of cameo. I mean, this is literally a universe where anime protagonists fuck
their respective girls. The boys will eventually meet each other. Well, I won't bother to
make a Izuku harem fic of this universe since I got bored of MHA anyway, Naruto also.
Hell, it would be funny if Eren Jeager somehow exists in this universe, probably railing
some girls to boost Germany's population in the name of Adolt Hit-

I don't know why but I find it funny to think that Nayuta would grow up watching
skibidi toilet and annoying her mother, Makima, in this fic, while Denji might or might
not be absent in her life. And Santa's son would be named... Tolka. Fucking poor guy,
got killed by his crush in canon manga, got cucked in my other fics, and then got
reincarnated into his crush's son with the same guy who cucked him.

Just done watching RE games, and I have to say, it would be funny if all women in RE
universe somehow want Leon's seed, but he is either too busy chasing after that Adussy
or buying apple juice to notice the hints, and Chris would the (unknowingly) wingman.
 Sunday (Tsugihagi, Yuko)
Chapter Summary

Tsugihagi: Public vaginal fingering

Yuko: Cunnilingus, Rough sex, Missionary, Doggy style

Chapter Notes

Just wanted to write something short for Tsugihagi because I was kinda bored. It was
short, though

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Oh… I forgot this is Sunday. Denji mumbled after a long pause, realizing that he was being
squeezed between Santa and Makima, both of whom at least had one arm around his torso.
Even after a long frenzy of sex, they continued and continued until midnight, and then they
fell asleep. Denji swore that he couldn’t feel his dick anymore. ‘Wow… Just wow…’

A few hours later, they all woke up and had some breakfast at Santa’s house. The nurse
wasn’t used to the idea of guests staying overnight at her house, but she welcomed them
regardless. Denji had some toast and instinctively asked Santa if she had any jam, preferably
fruit-flavored jam, to which she said yes. “Nice!” Denji grinned in happiness as he spread
some strawberry and butter on the toast and took a bite of it. “Perfecto!”

“You love jam bread, right, Denji-kun?” Makima asked, sipping her herbal tea, a smile on her
face as Denji happily munched on his favorite breakfast. Santa seemed confused when the
redhead was drinking tea instead of coffee, which was Makima’s go-to drink in the morning.
Makima noticed Santa’s face, and she just hummed. “I’m just trying to change my lifestyle to
prepare for the big surprise.”

“Surprise?” Denji’s eyes widened in realization. She was going to be a mother, and to have a
healthy child, she either had to limit her caffeine level or drink something more suitable for
pregnancy, like tea. As happy as that concept sounds, he hopes that Makima will want
nothing from him after that. “…”

Child support… That sent a chill down his spine. Imagine multiples of them...

It was kind of funny that none of them wanted to mention last night, mainly because of how
wild and feral the sex was. Santa objectively didn’t want to get reminded of that, while Denji
and Makima appeared to be unfazed by that. Despite the embarrassment, Santa still
considered it one of the best nights she had in her life.

Later.

Well, he didn’t expect to run into Quanxi’s group right on the street, but it was just a
coincidence, as always. “Denji!!” As usual, Pingtsi and Kosumo were the first to run up to
give him a hug. The rest just stood in front of a coffee shop. “Wanna have some coffee with
us?!” Although he was currently on his way to meet Yuko at her house, seeing the girls’ eyes
seemed to have shaken him, and reluctantly he nodded. “Yay!”

Quanxi was fine with the idea of letting Denji go with them for a while, as long as he
wouldn’t steal her girls’ attention for a long amount of time. After entering and having a seat
in the coffee shop, they all shared a menu, looking for something to drink. Unsurprisingly,
Denji was the first to choose tea. “Such a lame order," Quanxi mused.

“What? I hate coffee.” Denji just shrugged his shoulders, pulling out his phone and texting
Yuko that he would be late, at least for an hour. Within seconds, the glass-wearing girl replied
with a yes, but with three dots. He knew that she wasn’t pleased to see that, but considering
the unrejectable situation he was in, he had no choice. Just at the corner of his eyes, Denji
noticed that Quanxi had just brought out her laptop to do something.

“Quanxi-sis?” Pingtsi curiously looked at the teacher’s screen, seeing all the rows of numbers
and stuff that might give her a headache. Quanxi was doing an assignment given by the
teachers, and being the only one who wasn’t an official teacher, she had to do all of the
paperwork for today. Although it would take a lot of time to get this done, she still wanted to
spend time with the girls.

Pingtsi realized that the white-haired woman was busy, so she intentionally created some
space for her to work peacefully. And Denji soon became her victim. “Denji, I just learned
yesterday that male anglerfish are way smaller than their female counterpart. And when they
produce, the male will bite onto the female’s skin, essentially becoming her sperm pack!”

“…What?”

“Interesting, isn’t it?”

And just like that, Quanxi casually did her assignment while the girls were surrounding Denji
with random bullshit, such as Kosumo’s hype around her cosplay, Pingtsi’s marine facts, or
Ryu showing off her newly learned words. All but Tsugihagi, who just quietly sat by herself,
reading some books. From what he knew, she wasn’t the one to indulge in activity, and
considering that she was a mute, that decreased her involvement a lot.

“Is sewing your hobby, your family’s tradition, or something?” Denji asked her when the
order arrived, which distracted the rest of the girls for a while. Tsugihagi nodded, which
meant both. "Oh, I forgot to say this, but... that dress you made for Kosumo was really nice.”
She didn’t say anything; she just gave him a thumbs-up and waved her hand in flattery. He
didn’t know why she took his hand and caressed it, staring at him with a growing blush.
From that moment on, he realized something was about to go down.

Kosumo had told her about her experience with Denji at the convention before, and Tsugihagi
wanted to experience that, at least partially. Of course, they wouldn’t do anything risky like
penetration in this coffee shop, but a little fingering could do. The table was large enough to
conceal their lower body, and from the position, no one else could see their little business.
Denji hardly knew her even as a mutual friend, but considering that he fucked random girls in
the restroom, who gives a shit.

Tsugihagi was wearing a skirt that reached past her knees, he noticed. Giving no more
unnecessary thoughts about her clothing, Denji’s skilled hand found her zipper and pulled it
down, a blush slowly spreading her face as Denji’s finger touched the clitoral area of her
pants. It was naughty, yes, but Tsugihagi wanted it naughty, as she always did with Quanxi.

‘Beware of the quiet one, they say...' Denji tightened his lips as he felt her wetness through
the fabric. Tsugihagi’s blush reddened in color, and yet none of the girls seemed to notice the
dirty act they were doing under the table. Subconsciously wetting his lips, the boy’s fingers
slid inside her pants, and the girl tensed her muscles as Denji located her clitoral area and
began to rub on it. Having her sensitive part flicked on filled her with sensation and sinful
pleasure. It felt good to Tsugihagi, and to urge him to enter his fingers deeper, she gently held
his wrist, and Denji caught the signal. “Okay…”

As she wished, Denji slid his fingers deeper inside of her wet flesh cave, adding some
pressure to the upper part of her vagina. Tsugihagi felt weird, as if she were peeing, and fluid
began to leak out of her hole in small quantities. If she could speak, she would have
whimpered in shame, but a deep blush had already indicated that. The soft force on the
spongy part overwhelmed her senses; instead, her legs were shaking when he entered his
hands deeper, carefully looking around to see if anyone was watching.

Pingtsi and her friends were too busy watching some videos on her phone to notice him
getting sneaky with Tsugihagi, and Quanxi, the most observant one, seemed to not be aware
of that. Though he swore that her bored pupils moved in his direction, Tsugihagi constantly
reminded him with her grip on his wrist. Back to her, Denji kind of liked watching her
squirming in her seat while he penetrated her with his fingers, feeling the walls of her vagina
tightening his middle and ring fingers, and his thumb began to toy with her clitoral area
again.

A blush warmed his neck, and along with Tsugihagi strongly gripping his wrist, Denji added
more force to the pressure on the urethral sponge. Her eyes seemingly evaded elsewhere
when she felt a sensation building up in her loins, and more and more fluid began to leak out.
Knowing the signs, Denji thought to himself that he should stop since he didn’t want her to
make a mess on the floor.

But to his bewilderment, Tsugihagi clawed at his arms with a scowl, pointing a finger at him
sternly as if there would be consequences if he stopped. “…” Denji said nothing and exhaled
a sigh before resuming the fingering. The sensation returned, and Tsugihagi leaned back on
her seat, shutting her eyes close with a noticeable grit of her teeth as she was being brought
closer to orgasm, her free hand gripping on the leather couch.
She was extremely close; Denji could sense it. Looking around once again, he pressed harder
on the upper part again, increasing the intensity of his fingering. Seeing her squirming and
shaking as the pleasure clouded her senses urged him to finger her harder. None of them was
aware. With that, Tsugihagi patted on his forearm, and in a blink of an eye, Denji laid his
palm flat against her vulva to prevent her orgasm from staining too much on the floor.

It proved ineffective when her fluid still stained the couch, a sigh of desperate leaving his
mouth while Tsugihagi was too lost in bliss to even care about the mess she made. Denji
might need a distraction or something that could cover up this mess. So, with a roll of his
eyes, Denji’s lips pursed when he grabbed his cup of tea, and then he intentionally spilled it
all over Tsugihagi. “Oh sh*t, I’m sorry!”

Now, the girls fixated their attention on them again, gasping when they saw the stain on
Tsugihagi’s skirt and the couch. Strangely, Quanxi just merely batted an eye at them, not
overracting at her lover’s attire being soaked in tea. “Sorry…” Denji murmured, and
Tsugihagi quickly recovered from her bliss to help cover up along with him.

“You’re such a clumpsy person, Denji!” Pingtsi teased him as Denji asked the waistress for a
box of tissues. As he was trying to clean her up, he accidentally made eye contact with
Quanxi, who was texting someone on her phone, and from her subtle eyebrow raise, Denji
knew that she also knew.

His phone on the table rang, and from the lockscreen, he could see the messenger was none
other than Quanxi. “Bold. Kinky, but bold. I know what you have just done with Tsugihagi.”
The text was read, and his eyes widened in shock. Looking at the teacher again, she just
stared at him with a completely blank face, but deep inside that, she might have developed
some kink again. ‘Well shi-

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“You’re late.” Yuko said as she came to the door, donning only a simple oversized shirt and
some shorts. Her parents were going elsewhere due to some business while her brother was at
school for their parents’ meeting, which granted them more than enough time to have fun.
“Come in, Denji.”

Denji stepped inside with a grin, taking off his shoes and needlessly throwing them away.
Instead of getting down to business immediately, Yuko wanted to spend time doing cuddly
things with him first while watching horror movies. “Wanna binge-watch the Nun movies
with me?”
“Sure…” Denji was fine with it, as long as Yuko was pleased. With that confirmation, Yuko
hopped to the kitchen to prepare some snacks and told him to go to her bedroom. He thought
they were going to watch the movies on TV, but he was fine with watching them by phone.
Although he was friends with Yuko for nearly a month, he still had troubles trying to
understand her, mainly her unpredictable personality shift. Sometimes, she is a gentle girl,
but sometimes she is scary and smirky.

Denji could tell where her bedroom was just by looking at the heart-shaped carpet in front of
the door. Twisting the knob, he slowly pushed the door, immediately greeted by the sight of a
neatly cleaned room with tons of plushies and posters on the walls. He curiously checked the
drawers and found makeup tools, unlike what he had discovered in Fumiko’s bedroom.

He sat down on the bed, bouncing lightly from too much force, pulling out his phone to text
his mom, who was currently at his school for the parents’ meeting, that he would be home in
the afternoon. Denji clicked his tongue when he tried to reconcile with Asa again, but she
replied with a “Go to Hell!”

Yoru? She just sent a picture of a black man with lightning around him, with some random
word like KYS! He didn’t know what it meant.

“You like popcorn?” Yuko entered the room with a big, dorky smile, her hand holding a batch
of popcorn and a few cans of coke. Denji rushed to help her put the snacks on the floor.
“Mind if we sit on the floor? 'Cause... I was taught not to put food on the bed."

“It’s fine.” Denji just shook his head, getting off the bed and sitting beside her on the floor.
Yuko went to turn off all lights just to amplify the gloominess so that the movies might feel
scarier. Having done that, she pulled out her phone and sat down beside him, leaning on the
bed as she turned on the movie. “I have never watched this movie before."

“I promise I won’t spoil anything for you!” Yuko giggled, her shoulder brushing against his.
She didn’t plan on doing much or anything too intimate today; she just wanted to spend some
quality time with him doing silly things. Denji was fine with watching movies, by the way.
“We have around 3-4 hours before my brother gets back home.”

“So that’s enough time to watch the two movies, I guess?” Denji took a sip of the coke,
munching some popcorn afterward. Oddly, Yuko sighed, shuddering and shaking her body
when she looked at him. Denji noticed that and turned to look at her. “You cold or
something?” She nodded, a small smile spreading across her lips. He was a bit confused since
the room’s temperature wasn’t as cold as outside, but nonetheless, Denji still grabbed the
blanket on the bed and offered to snuggle with her.

Yuko weirdly and enthusiastically accepted, letting him wrap that warm blanket around both
of them, and she closely hugged him by the side, her head gently leaning on his shoulder, and
a contented sigh was exhaled from her nose when Denji placed his head on top of hers. Yuko
nearly couldn’t control a burning blush on her cheeks, while Denji seemed unfazed by the
gentle affection, mainly because he had done things far more intimate than cuddling.

It felt weird. It was almost weirder than that moment when he hugged Fumiko after sex two
nights ago. He couldn’t explain what it felt like; despite not being as pleasurable as sex, the
hugs were more comfortable, at least that was what he thought. His bored eyes darted to
Yuko, who was still hugging him close for whatever reason. His heart felt lighter, though he
couldn’t explain why, and the only thing he did was wrap an arm around her waist. Yuko
noticably squirmed under his touch.

‘Well… It’s really nice.'

Halfway through the movie, Denji realized something.

The movie was questionably bad in some aspects, but Yuko seemed to be enjoying it really
much. Was she ignorant? Or was she watching the movie solely for entertainment? Hiromi
was a film buff girl, and she would criticize the movie for its flaws, and she also pointed out
the strong points too. Regardless of that, Denji was glad that Yuko enjoyed the movies in
spite of their quality.

“Another cheesy jumpscare is incoming... Just a head-up.” She grinned as the nun dressed in
all white in the movie turned around to see another nun whose face was shrouded in
darkness. Instead of that mysterious being doing a scary thing at the victim, another one from
the left side lunged at her.

“It was kind of creative." Denji said out his thoughts, and Yuko agreed with a soft hum. Her
dainty figure pressed against his own, and he could feel her hand on his chest. It wasn’t much
at first, but Yuko began to move her hand across his abdomen, but she never moved it past his
waist. Denji didn’t know what that meant, but it might be a question that couldn’t be
answered with words. She turned around with a grin, cocking her head to the side while
moving her hand. “Daring, aren’t we?”

A soft gasp left her mouth when Denji gently placed a hand on her chest, and surpsingly, he
realized that she wasn’t wearing any bras behind that oversized shirt. Yuko giggled when
Denji had a wicked smile on his face at how naughty and prepared she was, and her hand
slowly traveled down to his pants and rubbed on the crotch area. The movie, yet again, was
ignored.

Both of the teens leaned in for a soft but long kiss, knowing well that they would get touchier
after a while. Indeed, their hands wandered across each other’s bodies, with Denji now
breaking the kiss to grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up. Yuko allowed him to, and she let
out a quiet moan when Denji barely touched her breasts, continuing to kiss again. The movie
was still going, but neither of the teens bothered to watch it.

She took off her glasses before throwing them on the bed, saying that it would get in the way
of their fun. Denji had to agree with that; it felt kind of annoying when the glasses just kept
hitting his cheeks while he was kissing her. Yuko’s vision, as a result, was blurred when she
cast aside her glasses, but that was no problem as Denji tenderly switched his target from her
mouth to her neck. She tensed under the barrages of his soft smooches, slowly being pinned
down on the floor as his fierceness grew.

“Take off your shirt.” She ordered him with a shaky voice. Denji nodded, doing as she
wished him to. Weirdly, he should have felt hard at this point due to her bare tits,
seductiveness in her acts, and the kisses, but he wasn’t even horny at all. His thoughts were
cut short when Yuko murmured against his ears, seemingly ordering him again. “Pants
next…”

Instead of taking his own pants off, Denji just straight-up reached for hers, earning a
confused yet excited giggle from Yuko. Then it was revealed that she didn’t have any pants
either, which brought a grin to his face. “Naughty girl, you are.” He commented, poking out
his wiggling tongue and engulfing her whole vulva in his mouth. A soft whimper was heard
from Yuko, and then a supressed moan when she covered her mouth to quieten herself. It was
rather unnecessary to lower the volume of her moans since they were alone, with no one else
that could interrupt them.

Denji’s tongue danced on her clitoral area in a gentle manner, starting rather slowly. Yuko’s
mouth no longer covered her mouth, and she allowed herself to express that joy in a more
impure way. She could essentially feel his tongue entering her vagina as he started to become
more forceful. It felt itchy—good, but mostly itchy. The sensation was better than the
masturbation she rarely had, and Denji’s tongue was pushed inside deeper, his nose rubbing
against the sensitive part of her womanhood, getting out moans from Yuko, whose hand was
on his head, and tried to push it away, but that did nothing other than fuel his desire to
continue.

His saliva made a mess all around her crotch, and he didn’t get turned off by the fact that her
yellow-ish pubic hair was annoyingly hitting against his forehead. Yuko’s blush slowly
spread from her neck down to her whole chest, and Denji was no different in that state.
Finally, Denji managed to feel a pulse at his crotch, knowing that the erection had kicked in.
It was... strange, to say the least. He easily got hard, but sometimes it just didn’t work. Like
that naked hug with Fumiko or the cuddles with Yuko. 'Weird…'

“Wait a bit.” He murmured to Yuko and began to remove his pants. The girl wiped a stray
tear off the corner of her eyes as she opened her eyes again, and she looked at him as he
finally took off his pants, revealing his erect cock after he had pulled down his underwear.
Excitement and anxiety were what Yuko was experiencing, and those feelings grew more
when Denji rubbed the glans at her womanhood, inhaling and whispering something to her.

Yuko couldn’t exactly make out what he said, but that was of no importance to her as Denji
had already penetrated her. Her already quiet whimpers morphed into weak moans, and her
eyes remained shut tight when the pain felt like it was tearing her inside. His big penis
vigorously broadened her walls; the deeper he thrust in, the more painful her moans seemed
to be. Denji could see how tense her muscles were, so he just wanted her to take some time.

“What… are you doing?” Yuko blinked in confusion when he suddenly pulled out, and she
looked at him as if he had just grown a third head. Denji tried to explain something, but a
groan from Yuko interrupted. "You're afraid that you will hurt me?” Rubbing the back of his
head, Denji hesitantly nodded, and that was what ticked her off. “You are a... what was that
word again? Ah, you’re a pussy!”

“The fuck?” Denji’s jaw dropped, blinking, while Yuko’s weak fist bumps were smacking
against his chest. He was pretty much puzzled, confused, and possibly offended by that word.
“No, I'm just concerned about you. You looked... hurt.”
“Hurt?” Yuko blinked, her cheeks metaphorically burning from the heat of the blush, but she
suppressed that embarrassment and switched to a more confident personality. “Didn’t we do
that in Shindi’s house? Didn’t I tell you that I like it rough?” A wide grin was visible on her
face, and her hands were invitingly groping her own breasts. Denji rolled his eyes at the silly
attempt at seduction, but if she said so, Denji would have no obligation to hold back.

She chuckled when he strongly squeezed her shoulders, laying on top of her as he was
positioning his cock again. “You said it yourself.” Yuko just replied with a weak grin, and she
once again felt pain and pleasure as Denji’s cock jabbed her cervix at a second thrust. She
cried out in pleasure, rapid and loud moans leaking out of her mouth as his tip continuously
met her cervix with each thrust.

He gripped on her shoulders harder, creating as much physical pain as possible for her while
he increased the pace of his thrusts. However, the rougher he got, the more content she
became, and that was more noticeable until she clawed on his back, drawing a bit of blood
from the marks. She moaned, locking her legs around his waist to keep him thrusting this
deep inside of her.

“Who is... my little naughty girl?” To be fair, Denji was new to this kind of kink, but that was
what Yuko wanted, so he didn’t complain. Her giggle was sometimes interrupted by her own
cries, and Denji didn’t let her finish the sentence as his strong thrusts of his hips drove her
crazy. Slowly, Yuko couldn’t hear anything beside her own moans and Denji’s whimpers, and
she loved every second of it. “Who is my little bitch?”

That delivery was dry; it almost sounded like he was forced, but that was okay for Yuko, who
loved his almost bored tone. Denji’s cock savagely opened up the walls of her vagina,
strongly ramming against the entrance of her uterus. He wanted to make her submit, to force
her to admit that he was above her. Or at least, that was what Yuko wanted him to say.

“Let’s do it, doggy!” Denji whispered, and he didn’t even bother to wait for her response.
Yuko, still not fully recovered from the blissful sensation in her loins, let out a yelp when
Denji held her by the waist and turned her body around, ordering her to be on all four. She
did what he did, and once she turned around with a cocky grin, he, without any hint of
hesitation, gave her ass a hard slap that instantly got a gasp from her.

Denji slid his cock inside of her again, continuously slapping her ass to get more moans from
Yuko, whose naughty mouth just kept ordering him to do it more. The sensation of having her
cervix repeatedly punched by his cock submerged her in sexual bliss, and his voracious desire
completely filled his mind, and all he did was mindlessly fuck her. Yuko whimpered when
she felt his hands grabbing both sides of her waist for stability, and the rhythm of his thrusts
got more out of control, more feral.

Denji grunted deeply as they were both drowning in a wave of sinful pleasure, essentially
having no other thought than copulating. His hard grip on her waist marked the skin of hers
red, and he would have grabbed her hair weren’t it for her short hair. Yuko’s eyes, obscured,
rolled back, and her tongue poked out in glee, and all he could hear from her were her hasty
gasps. Knowing well that she was very much enjoying it, Denji wordlessly picked up the
pace, ramming his dick against her cervix with every single thrust.
 Both of the teenagers lost themselves in pleasure. Denji’s hands gripped on her waist harder
as the sensation was beginning to build up, bringing him closer to orgasm. Yuko was no
different; her knees eventually grew weak and shaky, and she collasped on the floor tiredly
while Denji relentlessly fucked her, going so deep inside of her that the base of his cock
touched her mound. “I’m coming, bitch!” Denji’s exclamation was shortly cut off by a moan,
and Yuko’s head jerked back with her tongue poking out.

With one last thrust, Denji stopped, and something warm was filled inside her uterus. Yuko
couldn’t care less about the risk, as it was her so-called'safeday', so the chances would be
extremely low. A long, contented sigh was exhaled, and then Yuko sat up and leaned on him.
Denji quickly kissed her neck and let her rest on him. “It was… nice.” She giggled.

“Yeah…” His eyes darted to the movie, which was still playing. “Though we missed ten
minutes of the movie..." Denji chuckled at his own sarcasm, and with that, they did nothing;
they just cuddled each other, their eyes remaining closed. Yuko was in bliss, to say the least,
as long as Denji was snuggling with her.

‘This is nice.' Denji’s chin chafed against the top of her head.

“We still have much time...”

“And let me guess... We aren’t spending the rest watching Nun 2?” Yuko just grinned, but
instead of telling him to go for another round, she suggested that they spoon. Although that
wasn’t what Denji had thought it would turn out, he still complied with her wish and got on
the bed along with Yuko, who wanted to be the big spoon. “Okay…”

And just like that, the wild sex ended in a cuddle, with them being covered by her blanket,
with the only ambience in the room being the sound of the fucking movie still going on!
Regardless, the teens were too busy cuddling to even bother to turn off the phone, and they
happily chatted about their days on the bed. Not anything sexual, not anything that involved
touching each other’s genitals. Just… hugs.

Chapter End Notes

Alright, just began to workout again. After 2-3 years not touching any gym equipment, I
have decided its time to change... again. Shit, I remember that I was able to do 40 push-
ups two years ago, now I can barely reach 25. Luckily, I haven't lost my biceps, but I
lost my shoulder strength. Can't do any pull-ups in weeks.

The Nun sucks!

 The Start of Cultural Festival (Reze)
Chapter Summary

Restroom sex, Stand and carry position, Creampie.

Chapter Notes

Shinsei is Denji's mother's name.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Mom! Are you done yet?” Denji heard a faint hum from his mother’s room while waiting
patiently outside. Another two months, another check-up, and although he was a bit down
because he didn’t get to join the Cultural Festival, family is still his priority. He checked how
much money he had left in his wallet, thinking about what to buy for her after we were done
with the medical check-up.

His mother, Shinsei, exited her room with a dorky smile, clutching her purse closer to her. “I
feel like I’m 25—no, 20 again!” She didn’t know where Denji bought this dress, but it looked
nice on her. It had to look good, as Denji spent like 60000 yen for that. Still, the surprise was
to be revealed on her birthday. “Didn’t I tell you to change to something nicer?”

“What?” Denji looked at himself, noticing that he was wearing his classic and boring combo
of a shirt and some jeans. It looked normal, but somehow, Shinsei looked dissatisfied to see
her son not dressing properly. “I look fine. No need to... wear a fancy suit.”

“I imagine that you would be more handsome if you wore one. Just like your father at our
wedding.” She chuckled, patting his shoulders, but she seemed to not have noticed his frown.
The mention of his father immediately ruined the mood for him. “Now, shall we go now?”

With that said, both of them walked out of the house and locked the door before heading to
their designated hospital. Denji was behind Shinsei, who was humming some tune that he
couldn’t make out what it was, but he could say that she was delighted, to say the least.
Seeing her act so carefree, it brought a small smile to his face. “Oh, Denji, I heard that your
school is holding a festival, right?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t attend that one.”

“Why?” She blinked, and then she realized what they were doing. “Oh…” Denji sacrificed
his joy just because of her, and Shinsei felt very bad about that. Her son spent most of his
time tending to her, and he always gave her money, though she didn't know where he got that
much. “How about a race?”

“Mom, I really don’t want to..." He was almost sick of her childish taunts, and she seemed a
bit more playful than before. Shinsei said nothing; he just turned around with a smile that was
unwavering when he let out a tired sigh. “Fine… A race, then…”

She excitedly clapped her hands and then sprinted without giving him a warning. “Let’s see
who wins!” She laughed as she ran at the speed of a five-year-old. Denji could easily outrun
her in a matter of one second, but he decided it would be best, or funny, to run directly behind
her. “Oh no, I must run faster!” She giggled, already gasping for air after ten seconds of
running.

It was a childish and weird sight to passersby, but neither of them really cared about their
judging gazes. Denji was having fun, as was his mother. They were running down the
alleyways, with the son intentionally slowing down or faking a rest when she was out of
breath. Shinsei mustered up her strength, coughing a little bit, before continuing to run again,
but this time, Denji was confused when she took a left turn instead of the right one.

“Mom, the hospital is that way!” She acted like she didn’t hear what he said and kept running
at a slow pace. “Mom!” Denji uttered a long sigh, and at that moment, he knew it would be
useless to call out to her. “What the fuck?!” He broke into a run after her, closing the distance
between them in just a few seconds before she took a sharp turn to the right. “Wait…”

Just as he thought, Denji arrived at his school. He was completely speechless and confused.
His mother waved to him from the entrance of the school, along with a few students asking
her who she was with. “Oh, I’m with my son, Denji, from... Hayakawa-sensei’s class.” They
checked the list, and when they did indeed find his name, they allowed her to go to the school
for the cultural festival.

“Mom…” A sigh escaped his mouth, and he was left with no choice but to enter the school
with him. “This was all part of your plan, huh?” The race, though thought to be a joke, turned
out to be bait.

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Shinsei was in awe; it was much livelier and more festive than the Cultural Festival back in
her high school. There are more food stalls, way more crowded places, and more activities. It
saddened her to think that Denji would have to miss all of this just because of her. She
apologized when she accidentally bumped into a girl who was carrying a comical amount of
food.
“Okay… I’m so lost in here.” She chuckled as she wandered with no destination in mind. She
didn’t attempt to buy anything from the stalls, as most of them sold meat or snacks, which
she couldn’t consume due to her heart disease. “Can you let me through? Thank you, thank
you very much!” She had to squeeze herself a lot.

“Denji’s mother?” She let out a gasp when a hand was placed on her shoulder, but she
quickly sighed and placed her hand on her heart when she realized it was Reze, one of
Denji’s ‘strictly platonic’ friends, as far as she knew. “May I ask what you are doing here?”
The girl looked around, lightly frowning, when Denji was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh, I’m uh… Please don’t tell everyone that I tricked Denji to go to the cultural festival. He
totally fell for it so easily!” Reze immediately heard that true story, and she nodded with
some comical sweat trickling down her forehead. It seemed like Denji’s mother was more
devilish than she initially thought. “Can I ask you one thing, Reze?”

“What would that be, Mrs?”

“Keep him busy for a while. I want to explore more, if you don’t mind."Instead of a
confused look, Reze bloomed with a wide grin, nodding to the mother as she went off
somewhere, probably going around to play some games that a few classes hosted. Now, Reze
knew that Denji was in the school, and she had plenty of tricks.

“You look... familiar.” Kiga munched her grilled sausage, along with the ridiculous amount of
food she bought. Shinsei looked baffled, and she asked about Denji, whom Kiga confirmed
that she knew of. “Oh, him… Went out on a date with him once; nice guy, by the way. Kiga’s
expression didn’t even fade when Shinsei firmly placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders.
“You’re squeezing my shoulders, Mrs.”

“I. Want. Details.” Let’s just hope Kiga doesn’t mention the ‘payment’ part.

“Holy shit…” It was so crowded that even tiptoeing didn’t help him any bit. One of the first
events of the Cultural Festival was the food stalls, which would make Kiga wet more than his
fingers ever could. “Where the hell is she?!” Denji mindlessly walked around, squeezed
himself through packs of crowds, before he might have possibly thought of where she could
go. “The classroom!”

With that thought in mind, he quickly dashed out and entered the school vicinity, certainly
not noticing his mother gossiping playfully with Kiga, who seemed unimpressed by her silly
stories about Denji, but she nodded a few times and continued to eat.

Some students passing by were in awe at how fast Denji was running down the hall, but he
comically slowed down when a teacher entered the scene, and then he sped up when that
teacher was off the scene. Just as he hastily opened the classroom’s door, his classmates’ eyes
were on him, some noticably wider than others. “Wait… She’s not here."

“Ain’t it Denji, I see?” Shiona, Denji’s class prez, said right beside him, crossing her arms
with an unamused frown. Denj noticed that she was holding a cock, a very white one named
Bucky.
“Buk buk buk ba-gawk!!” The cock flapped its wings.

“Didn’t you say that you would not attend the cultural festival? And then, you know, you are
here? Denji opened his mouth to give her an explanation, but a pair of feminine hands on his
shoulders stopped him.

“You changed your mind, didn’t you, Denji?” He turned around to face Reze, who was
wearing a small smile on her face, seemingly surprised by his sudden arrival too. The girl had
made a promise to Denji’s mother that she would keep him busy by all means. “If you have
already..." She took his hands and pulled him out of the classroom. "Shall we go around the
school?”

“I’m not here for..." His rejection was cut off when Reze forcefully pulled him away from the
classroom while Shioan was watching in confusion, along with her classmates. Due to how
stunned he was, the boy was unable to retaliate or reject her offer, and he found himself now
walking with Reze, checking the food stalls with her.

“These takoyaki are nice!” Reze’s mouth watered at the sight of freshly grillled octopus balls,
and Denji, while not too hungy, wordlessly paid it for her despite her protest. Denji just
looked unimpressed and gave the money to the vendor, who turned out to be Hiromi smiling
at them when she took off her mask.

“Yoshida!?” Denji wasn’t supposed to be surprised by her presence, but he certainly didn’t
expect to run into her right in the first stall. The girl just smiled at him and handed a small
batch of takoyaki to Reze.

“My family’s recipe. You should try it; I will make it free of charge, even.” Hiromi’s
classmates looked baffled at that, and although Denji didn’t want to fall for that empty
deception, he reluctantly accepted due to Reze’s intense gaze on him. “That really made me
feel less guilty, Denji-kun.”

After being served a larger-than-usual batch of takoyaki, Denji quickly went off with Reze.
“Oh, this is really delicious!” He unknowingly gazed at the octopus balls, slowly inserting his
long toothpicks into the squishy and steamy balls. It looked tasty—certainly delicious just by
the look—and Denji brought it to his mouth and took a bite.

“It… Wow.” Reze didn’t lie at all; it was kind of delicious. He doubted it at first, but after
taking a single bite of this takoyaki, Denji just stood like a statue in the middle of the crowd,
his jaw dropping, while Reze was giving him a weird look. His hateful prejudice toward
Hiromi might have lessened after this.

Reze made sure that his mother was nowhere near them, as she had promised her to distract
Denji as long as she could. The cultural festival would last from morning until very late at
noon, so that would be a hard job for Reze. “I’m glad to see that you changed your mind!”
She teased him, and that earned an annoyed groan from him.

“No… My mom… She tricked me!” Denji munched his takoyaki and sat down on the bench
with Reze. “She challenged me into a friendly race, and I got so carried away that I didn’t get
the hint that she was actually trying to run into the school, and now I have to find her... in this
place.” Too crowded, he mused.

Reze just hummed, giggling. “Your mom seems to have a bit of her youth left, but..." She
crossed her arms, simultaneously seeing Shinsei just playing some games while being taught
by the students. She failed miserably but still wanted to give it a try again until she managed
to win a small prize. “I think that she wants you to have time for yourself.”

“She has an appointment today.” Denji groaned.

“But if she chose to do this, she must have already made her own choice, and that choice was
for you to have fun here.” Denji just rolled his eyes, avoiding eye contact with Reze, but the
girl just held his chin, forcefully moving his head to look at her. At first, he still stubbornly
avoided her eyes, and eventually he gave in, but the persistence was still there. “She wanted
you to have fun with us.”

Denji grunted, but it was more like a reluctant one. As much as he was annoyed at his
mother’s little antics, Reze might have a point, and he let out a tired sigh again before leaning
back. He looked away and indulged himself in thoughts, and then he caught sight of
somewhere familiar in that direction. “Wait… Is that... her?”

Much to Reze’s surprise, Denji stood up and tried to walk up to the woman. Since she had
promised his mother that she would distract, Reze quickly sprang into action, hastily grabbed
his wrist, and tried to pull him away. "Hey, uh, I just wanna say that—I'm in the mood right
now!”

Denji blinked in confusion, and realization hit when Reze guided his hand to her chest.
Luckily, everyone was too busy to even notice their little act. A blush slowly painted her
cheeks as Denj instinctively gave it a light squeze, and she seductively smirked at him before
gently tugging at him. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

“But…” Before he could even turn back to take another look at the strangely familiar woman,
the boy found himself being dragged by Reze, and quickly, he abandoned his search for his
mother. “Where are we doing it?”

“Follow me.”

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Denji was no stranger to having sex in the restroom—such a tight space with barely enough
room for movement. Like him, Reze wasn’t shy away from that idea at all, as the restroom,
though not too secluded, still provided enough concealment. Without even being noticed, the
two sneaky students walked into a ladies’ room and immediately went down to business once
she locked the door of a stall they entered.

Reze moaned into his ears when his hungry mouth sucked and wetted her neck, making a
small, salivary mess that slowly trickled down onto her collarbone. His hands started to roam
across Reze’s torso, and they fiercely dug under her shirt with intent to feel her breasts, and
once he did, Denji was so impatient that he just casually unhooked her bra, letting it drop on
the ground without a care. Her hands came to touch his cheeks before they leaned in for a
passionate kick while both were trying to undress each other.

They could hear the sounds of doors being opened and the loud gossiping of some random
girls, one of whom was probably fucked by Denji at some point, but he never bothered to
even remember that girl’s name. Fortunately, their passionate kissing was overlapped by the
booming sound of the festival; still, neither Denji nor Reze really cared about keeping it
down. Denji cupped her breasts, while Reze’s hands were trying to pull down the zipper of
his pants.

“I heard something in that stall." One of the girls turned around, and then her friends
followed suit. Having heard that, Denji and Reze temporarily halted their session to quieten
themselves. Denji widened his eyes when he realized that he had dropped her bra on the
ground, so if the girls ever crouched down, they would get caught. “Is someone banging in
there?”

“Reze… stop…!” Denj whispered and screamed to her, but the Russian girl still teasingly
sucked on his neck, earning some suppressed moans from the shuddering boy. She was well
aware that they were in a vulnerable position, but she didn’t want their fun to be interrupted
by some random girls. “Reze…!” He grunted, gripping tightly on her arms as Reze still
planted kisses on his neck, and the sound of his pants being pulled down became more
obvious.

“Someone is definitely in there.”

At this point, Denji eventually rolled with it and fiercely kissed her back, moving his hands
from her breasts down to her ass and giving it a hard squeeze that managed to get a quiet
moan from the girl, and she grabbed his chin and brought him to a kiss again, and Denji
essentially melted. Reze snorted, a smirk spreading her lips when her hand touched the bulge
through his underwear, and Denji pulled it down, freeing his flaccid cock.

She bit his lips, tempting him into another kiss again, and he gladly leaned in for another one.
Slightly lifting up her entire body and pressing her against the door, Denji pinched the gusset
of her pants and slid it aside to get a full glimpse of her womanhood. Although Denji really
wanted to engulf it whole, Reze still insisted on doing it raw, saying that she would be able to
endure the pain.

Denji nodded, though a little bit hesitant, he still did what she asked, and rubbed the tip of his
semi-erect cock against her entrance, Reze holding her breath, her cheeks red, and once he
slowly inserted it in, hearing her whimpeing as the cock slowly expanded her inside, she
wrapped her arms around his neck for support, a hot exhale hitting his nose when he
managed to go ball-deep inside of her.
The door shook when Denji began to thrust his hips, Reze’s back pressing against the door,
while the girls outside were weirded out by the shaking, so they just essentially left. Both of
them sighed in relief when they heard the door being slammed close, and with no one else in
this restroom, Denji could freely thrust his hips without having to worry about getting caught.

He let out a low grunt as the tip of his cock kissed her cervix. Though he wasn’t fully hard,
his dick was big enough for her liking, and Denji tried to push it deeper inside of her,
sandwiching her petite body against the door. His mouth just hovered inches away from her
neck, blowing hot air against her skin, and Reze’s lewd and rapid moans seemed to have
turned him on; as a result, his penis grew harder inside of her.

It was messy, gritty, and loud. Reze knew their intercourse would not be romantic or
comfortable. The space was tight, but considering that this was probably the best place for
them to do it, they didn’t make any complaints to each other and just continued to fuck.
Denji’s hands traveled down to hold her ass and increased the pace of his already fast thrusts,
feeling the walls desperately squeezing around his cock, and Reze’s moans began to get
louder and more uncontrollable.

The sensation became more amplified, overwhelming Reze’s senses, and now all she could
do was moan and cry out in pleasure as Denji continued to grind his body against hers. He
could feel her legs locking him by the waist to bring him closer to her, or simply as a means
to prevent herself from falling. Reze was pleased when Denji complied with her wish by
aggressively bringing her to a sloopy kiss. She teased him by evading his mouth, and she
moved down to kiss on his jawline, but Denji’s persistence changed her mind, and she
fulfilled his wish by getting into a light kiss.

He groaned between the kisses, but their lips didn’t part for even a second as Reze
unforgivingly urged him into a long yet passionate kiss, while his cock was continuously
ravaging her inside, widening her vagina as his orgasm was about to occur. “Shit…” Denji
mumbled, looking down in disappointment, but Reze cooed him with the assurance that they
had no obligation to do it for too long here.

“I mean… ah… We could do it after this festival, couldn’t we?” Denji smirked pridefully,
nodding in agreement. The grin on Reze’s cute face was wiped off when Denji moved up his
hands from her bottom to her waist like snakes. Reze brought a hand to his cheeks and
caressed them soothingly when Denji’s eyes shut closed, signifying that he was close. She
didn’t say anything about cum inside or outside, but knowing Reze, she might even enjoy it
more if he did it inside.

Reze giggled when he abruptly stopped thrusting, and he let out a long and shaky moan as he
filled her up inside with his cum. The girl whimpered in ecstasy when she felt warmth inside,
and she closed her eyes with a long hum. For a while, they just stood in that posture before he
pulled out, a stream of jizz leaking out of her cunt and dropping down on the ground. “God…
You messed a mess, Denji.”

"Like, you asked for that.” Denji mumbled, groaning and checking if anyone was outside.
When it was confirmed that only two of them were safe to exit, Denji could say that they
were safe to exit, but he had to leave before any girl could enter. Reze fixed up her clothes
while Denji just swiftly pulled up his pants, and after a quick smooch, he quickly made an
escape along with her.

“Huh…” Unbeknownst to them, Kishibe, who was just going around to look for Quanxi,
accidentally saw the two students sneakily leaving the restroom. But since he wasn’t in the
mood to even bother to warn them, he just sort of let it go and went off to find his crush. “The
Tango show between the teachers... Must invite her into it.”

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“Uh huh. Yeah. Cool story, Mrs.” Kiga mumbled in an almost monotone voice while Shinsei
was telling funny stories about her son Denji. Like that one time he embarrassingly lifted up
the skirt of a mannequin when he was eight. That was when his horniness originated.

“I thought my boy was all bark but no bite. He always boasted that he would get ten
girlfriends, but I was actually surprised to see him getting along with you and that Russian
girl too.” Shinsei was offered a sausage by Kiga, but she kindly refused it.

“Uhm.” Kiga munched on her mountain of snacks happily. She didn’t mean to be rude, so she
mostly thought to herself that Denji’s mother’s mouth was like a machine; she just kept
running that mouth to tell more stories about her son, whom Kiga might not care much about
even after they fucked. "I forgot to tell you that after the date, we went to my house, and for
the payment, I let him

“I have been looking for you." Denji mumbled from behind his mother, just in time before
Kiga actually spilled the beans on the old woman. Shinsei felt a chill down her spine when
her son came to sit down beside her, along with the girl who had promised her too. Kiga tried
to feed him some sausage, but Denji pushed it away. “I’m not hungry.”

“Well…” Shinsei clutched her purse, sighing in defeat. “Guess I will have to go home now,
right?” Denji said nothing; he just pressed his hand on her knee to forcefully sit her down.

"You—we can stay for a while." Shinsei gasped in shock when Denji tightened his lips, while
Reze just gave her double thumb-ups. Although she didn’t know that the Russian girl
managed to persuade Denji to stay, she was glad to see her son finally agreeing to have fun
here. Not caring about her son’s embarrassment, Shinsei suddenly hugged him tightly, which
got a soft chuckle from Reze.

“You should join some performances for our class, Denji!”

“No, mom.”
 “Please! Just two, and I will be happy!”

"..." He turned to look at Reze, who had just shrugged her shoulders. With a tired sigh, he
reluctantly agreed to her wish. "Okay, the talent show, I guess."

Chapter End Notes

LET'S GO! THE BI-WEEKLY DEVIL IS DEAD! Still, Fumiko is useless in that chap.
She appeared in one panel, and then fucking dipped out.

Now... Only one thing... MARCH 14TH!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME,
AMAZON PRIME!!? I will burn this planet down before I spend another minute among
these animals-

I don't know what to say but I have to swallow my words for once. I will not make this
Cultural Festival an arc like I intended it to be, instead, it will a wholesome interlude
where Denji will go around and interact with girls in a friendly manner instead of
fucking them. Damn, even I could say that I was feeling burned out from writing too
much CSM fics, precisely, 11 months straight. No, I'm not saying that I'm bored with
CSM part 2, but I guess that the Excellent Student program and the continuous studying
might have taken a toll on me. Like, I don't usually sleep at 6 PM, but nowadays, I just
immediately drifted off to sleep whenever I got home, and then I have to drag my ass to
school again after only nearly one hour of sleeping. And then I have to stay up until
12PM to finish my homework, and then wake up at exactly 6 AM for school. Repeat.
Plus, the workout too.

So, like this.

A chap of Cultural Festival
A chap of Denji/Yoshida/Kiga
A chap of Denji/Himeno/Akera
A chap of Denji/Quanxi and her harem
Then the final fucking chapter.

Still, I love you guys (no homo)

 Interlude 2: Cultural Festival
Chapter Summary

No sex.

Chapter Notes

Shinsei is Denji's mom

Shiona is the class president.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Think we’ll run into him this time?”

“He said that he wouldn’t attend the festival, so now stop being an anti-social moron and go
do something instead of sitting beside me all the time!” Yoru angrily pushed her sister away,
but Asa still insisted on having the older sister by her side.

Their mother was at the festival with them too, but she strayed off somewhere to give her
daughters some privacy, which was good because they didn’t want her to stick around either,
especially after that incident. They tried not to bring up that particular blonde boy again, but
that embarrassing, lingering memory really caused a rift in their relationship.

He will never be forgiven.

“Is that... him?” Asa pointed at the blonde boy that uncannily resembled Denji, and as it
turned out, it was Denji in the flesh. “But-

“Don’t care about him!”

“…”

“Gotta admit… He sure was a good fucker, literally.” Asa just sighed at Yoru’s blantant
remark, a faint blush visible on the younger sister’s cheeks. Even though Yoru just kept
rambling about how much she hated Denji, somehow she sometimes mumbled about the
intercourses they had and how good they felt.

“…”

“Don’t get me wrong! I very much do not miss him and his dick!”
“…”

“No!”

"Just say it."

“Fine! I miss his cock, and maybe I’m horny right now! Happy?!”

“When are you not horny?”

“You little shit-

Back at Denji, he was seen hanging around with other girls from different classes while his
mother was being accompanied by Reze, who agreed to show her around the school. The
hallways were decorated with a bunch of balloons, themes, and paints. Sure, they might take
it all down after a few days, and then everything would be back to normal.

Still, the main shows were yet to come, so he had plenty of time to go around and do random
things. Like, maybe being dragged away by Pingtsi and her girlfriends and Quanxi eyeing
him with a deep scowl because he stole their attention? Yes, that was definitely happening to
him right now.

“Let’s go! Kosumo wants to give a tiny spoiler about her cosplay!” Both Pingtsi and Ryu
pulled each of his hands, but a simple pat on their hands from Quanxi was enough to stop
their childish act. “Quanxi-sis?”

“Kosumo-dear would not want this, would she? She said she wanted to make him in awe, so
it must remain a secret.” Pingtsi pouted, along with Ryu, huffing in disappointment. To ease
them down, Quanxi leans down to give each of them a kiss on the forehead, mumbling
something before excusing herself. “Sorry for that, Denji.”

“It’s fine… I wasn’t supposed to be here.

“You promised Kosumo.”

"Yeah, I lied.”

“Oh… Is that so?” Without hesitation, Quanxi slapped him hard on the cheek, yet Denji
didn’t even seem shocked by the sudden physical contact. He deserved that, as he had falsely
promised it to Kosumo. Quanxi sighed. “Sorry for that.”

“Yeah…”

With that, Quanxi left, as did Denji. To be honest, he had nowhere to go other than hanging
out with Yuko and a few more. It wasn’t boring, but he was kind of lost here, with nothing
else to do. Denji felt an itchy sensation in his nose, and just as he was about to have an
atomic-bomb level of loudness sneeze, he nearly bumped into someone.

Fumiko, who was revealed to be the girl he almost crashed into, raised her camera to her
eyes. “Say cheese!” He didn’t even have time to process the warning and sneezed before she
snapped a picture of him doing some weird face at her. “Nice smile, you have.”

She showed the photo, which was horrendously hillarious to see it so blurry, but she could
make out the image of him with his mouth widely opened, along with some mucus spraying
out of his nose, and the most hillarious thing in this picture, in Fumiko’s opinion, was his
eyes rolling back, which basically made him resemble an ahegao expression. “Delete that
sh*t!”

“I don’t think I will!” Fumiko giggled gleefully, staring at the silly picture. “I might even edit
a blush in to make it more like an ahega.

“Delete. THAT!” Denji tried to snatch the camera from her, but Fumiko shielded it with her
own body, and he had no way other than tickling her in the waist, which seemed to work.
Despite laughing uncontrollably, Fumiko still stubbornly clutched her camera tightly to make
sure that he would never lay his hands on it. "I'm not going to let my mother see that!”

“Denji, what are you doing?” Akera entered the scene, staring at the two students on the
ground with a nearly blank face. Upon seeing his homeroom teacher, Denji immediately
stopped tackling Fumiko, and he let out an angry grunt while Fumiko just giggled. “If you
two decide to fondle with each other, I suggest doing it somewhere else.”

“Preferably, a bed.” Himeno walked by, chiming in.

With the teachers here, Denji couldn’t just snatch the camera away, so he temporarily let her
go, but that didn’t mean he would let that slide. He will delete that picture. Even though
Akera was surprised to see Denji here, she didn’t say much; she just patted them both on the
shoulders and told them not to cause a ruckus again.

Denji dusted off his shirt and pants, and Fumiko, on the ground, held out a hand to him with
the implication of asking him to lift her up. He stared at her in disbelief for a while before
sighing. With no choice left, he gently held her hand and pulled her up, much to Himeno’s
delight to see the kids acting so dorky. "Are you sure they fucked?”

“Himeno, they are just friends. Kids act like that all the time.” Akera sighed when she heard
some bickering behind her again, but she didn’t bother to turn around anymore. “Don’t
perceive everything as sexual.”

“It’s Denji we’re talking about, though.” Himeno chuckled.

“Did you…”

“Of course not! Never!” Akera eyed her suspiciously, her eyes narrowing slightly as Himeno
wiped the sweat off her forehead. From the body language, she could tell something
happened between them, but she wouldn’t jump to a conclusion that soon. Not without some
evidence. “Never…”

Unfortunately for Denji, Fumiko still didn’t want to delete the video, but lucky for him, she
promised that she would if he did her a favor. Denji already knew it would be sex; of course,
it would be sex because this is Fumiko. But, to his surprise, it was too normal.
It is way too normal for a person like Fumiko.

Denji found himself sitting beside Fumiko while they were now coloring some plaster
statues, a fun activity from Yuko’s class, but no blonde girl was on sight. Maybe she went
somewhere else. Though it was wholesome, Denji felt like something was off script, like this
wasn’t supposed to happen.

“What…?” Denji realized that he was painting a dog with orange paint instead of yellow or
black; though he couldn’t explain why, he just automatically thought of the dog he once had.
Fumiko hummed happily while painting her statue. “This is just weird.”

“What were you thinking when I said that? Fuck?” Fumiko snorted, and Denji just nodded.
The black-haired girl just casually laughed at him. This was a festival, and Fumiko just
happened to not be in the mood for sex; instead, she just wanted to spend time having fun
with him.

Still, coloring some plaster statues is still fun, at least. He wasn’t disappointed; he was just
surprised and caught off guard. “I saw your mother just a moment ago. She looked just like
you, minus the hair.” Denji nodded, tapping the paintbrush to color the statue’s nose gray and
then blackening the eyes. It almost resembled his old dog.

“Yeah… She is the reason why I’m here.” Fumiko hummed, nodding and showing him her
result. Her statue was about two people, a boy and a girl, hugging each other. Denji didn’t
know what she was implying, but it was suspicious of her to paint the boy’s hair yellow and
the girl’s black.

Denji looked at his statue and showed it to her. It wasn’t terrible or good; it was just mediocre
for someone who had never painted statues before. Fumiko had no criticism, so she just
cooed at the statue. “It looks kind of cute, but orange definitely doesn’t suit this one.”

“Yeah…”

After that, they left the stall with the intent of going elsewhere. Activities after activities, girls
after girls—one hour later, while he was standing somewhere and waiting for Fumiko, he was
unexpectedly greeted with Reze and Shiona, the latter holding some kind of outfit. “Our class
requires your help, Denji.”

“What?”

“There’s no time. Say yes or no, Denji.” Shiona crossed her arms.

"I mean, sure, but" Reze pulled him by the wrist and led the boy back to their class, where a
maid café was being held. For one small thing, instead of girls dressing in maid outfits,
boys...

“I am not doing that sh*t!" Denji shook her hand away, but Reze’s grip still firmly held his
wrist, with Shiona pushing him from behind. He accidentally agreed to help them, and he
couldn’t just swallow his words. After being brought to a men’s room, Denji was told to put
on the outfit, and they left to give him some privacy. “I asked, but still got tricked."
“What is this?” Akera, along with Himeno, came to check on her class only to see a bunch of
boys in their maid outfits going around to serve their customers’ orders. Some of the boys
made some cute poses in front of cameras, but deep down, they wished to kill themselves. “I
thought it was a regular café... Who the hell suggested this?”

All fingers pointed at Bimu, who grinned proudly. Of course, it would be her. No, what is
more terrifying is that the girls agreed to use her idea, despite the boys’ protests. “Sensei…”
Akera turned around to face Denji, who was in the same outfit. “I want to die.”

“…” She could hear giggles from behind her, mostly from some girls Denji probably knew or
fucked, depending on the context. He looked ridiculous in that outfit, but Akera didn’t
express that disgust with her expression; instead, she just patted his shoulder and entered the
classroom.

“Now, Denji.” Reze helped him fix up the outfit and caressed his cheeks. “Our motto is
“We’re happy to serve you!”. Say it!” Denji rolled his eyes in reluctance, and with a sigh, he
stepped back and said that phrase.

"We are happy to serve you.” The lack of enthusiasm was visible, but Reze, too distracted by
the sight in front of her, still approved of that and told him to do his job. Upon entering the
classroom, he noticed that only three more boys were just like him, and Denji just wanted to
gouge his eyes out when he saw Seigi’s enormous form in that maid dress.

“Can I have some orders for that blonde cutie boy there?!” Himeno signaled Denji to come at
her, which he did, but with no enthusiasm in his movements. Akera was just speechless when
Denji did some poses in front of their table, and he gave them a menu. “You look kind of
adorable in that outfit, Denji-kun.”

“…”

"I want an iced coffee.” Akera spoke.

“Strawberry smoothie!” Denji gladly took back the menu and excused himself. Although the
other boys felt incredibly embarrassed, Denji just wanted to dig his own grave when some
girls he knew passed by, and instead of just minding their business, they entered the
classroom.

"I never knew you were into crossdressing, Denji-kun.” A vein popped on his forehead when
Yoshida and Kiga walked into the classroom, and what pissed him off most was that the
black-haired girl intentionally picked on him, refusing to call any other three boys while Kiga
ordered literally everything, including desserts.

“Fuck of—I mean, yes, miss..." Denji internally gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his
anger, when his mother entered the classroom. Behind her was Yuko, who immediately burst
into laughter when she saw Denji. "I now look so ridiculous.”

“Oh my... Denji.” His mother was speechless, but a quick explanation from Reze was enough
to clear up any misunderstandings. It was quite a sight to see what was happening, but since
it was his class’s little activity, she was glad to see her son having fun with his friends. "Oh, is
it stressful much, Denji?”

“No, mom. I’m fine.” Denji handed her a menu, and for Yuko, she just preferred seeing him
walk around in that dress while not ordering anything. He sighed, and once his mother said
that she would like to have some tea, Denji walked back to the counter before hearing
booming voices.

"Denji!”

“Oh my god!”

“Maid…”

“…”

Denji just exhaled in defeat, and then he boredly turned around to see that Quanxi’s group
had arrived; each girl, saved for Quanxi, had their jaws dropped in awe. The white-haired
woman sighed in disappointment, for she thought that she would see cute girls in maid
outfits, not boys. Regardless, the other girls swarmed around Denji, and Quanxi agreed to
take a picture of them.

‘I just want to kill myself.’ Denji hid that pain with a forced smile.

Luckily, they had the concept of shifts, so Denji just needed to work for about an hour, but
that one hour was more than enough humiliation for him. From Yoshida’s teasing to his
mother’s worried remarks, it certainly didn’t help when more girls, some teachers included,
all entered the classroom. One of them was Makima, who was unfazed by the scene.

“Makima-sensei!?” Denji instantly left his seat and cleared up the nearest table for her, which
gladdened the red-haired woman. Like the Flash, he cleaned up her seat and prepared tea for
her. A hum was blown through her nose as she took a seat. “We are happy to serve you, Miss
Makima! What’d you like to have?!”

Yoshida wished Denji had treated her with that kind of enthusiasm.

His mother was surprised to see the sudden behavior of her son, but she brushed it aside and
continued to chat with Akera and Himeno, with the PE teacher gloomily taking about the
blonde boy in a seductive voice, but Shinsei just thought nothing of that. “So, Denji is really
impressive in PE class, but he was unmotivated. A shame, but his stamina really paid off in
our private sessions."

"Excuse me, miss? I don't understand what you’re saying.

Himeno blinked and realized that she had slipped up. “Oh no, I mean, our private training,
you know.” Akera’s eyes narrowed in suspicion; this time, she could guess what probably
happened. “He was... impressive.”

“This sucks, dude.” Denji sighed, and Seigi, the tallest and most muscular motherfucker in
his class, also nodded. Moments later, more people arrived, and some left, and Denji walked
up to serve Kobeni, except it wasn’t Kobeni. “We’re happy to serve, Kobeni.”

“My sister?” You might have mistaken her for my sister." Denji looked again to see, indeed, a
boy with the same features as the easily scared Higashiyama woman, but this boy looked
too... feminine, and not only that, but his face was exactly like Kobeni, minus those six
hairpins. “I’m Nobana. Higashiyama Nobana. But... why do you call my sister by her name?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“I like your maid outfit.”

“I don’t.”

"Are you…” Nobana looked around, and Denj looked down to see the twink holding some
money. Confused and speechless, Denji looked at Nobana again, seeing his skin all flushed.
"You... by any change, gay?”

“The fuck?”

“It’s embarrassing to admit, but I might be having a boner seeing boys in maid dresses."

“What the fuck!!? EW! That’s so gay.

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“Do not ever tell me to do that shit again.” Denji groaned while the girls were all laughing.
The boy grabbed his own head and groaned again. Fumiko showed the girls the new photos
that defamed his already unresistable attractiveness; only his mother said that. “You post that
on the school’s blog, and we won’t be friends after that.”

“Too late; I already sent these pictures everywhere!” Fumiko giggled.

“FUCK!”

Plus, it was great for the girl from his class, judging by how many girls and questionable gay
or not boys all chose their little café. Bimu was so fucking good at marketing, though Quanxi
was utterly disappointed. Her girls, on the other hand, secretly saved that picture.
According to the schedule, after the stalls and classes’ activities, there would be a bunch of
stage plays from some classes that joined. Shinsei was beyond excited to see how this would
play. Back in the day, it wasn’t much—just a few plays that involved onis and spiritual
stories.

It was relatively boring, just some wacky and hilarious, poorly written stories that mainly
focused on the funny parts, while it served nothing much, but so far, Denji’s mother enjoyed
it, and she laughed at every little gesture and joke. “That boy acted so funny, Denji!”

“Yeah… mom…”

Yuko angrily huffed, and she aggressively rested her head on Denji’s shoulder. “I wanted
something bold or more violent." Denji didn’t even bother to explain when his mother
grinned at the cute sight of the girl leaning on him; he really got used to that really fast.

“I really adored things like this... It reminded me of good times when I was still young.”
Shinsei sighed with a subtle smile as she focusedly observed the students’ performances. It
was fun back then—no stress, no pressure, just having fun as teenagers. Denji realized that
she just wanted to relive her youth, and now he understood why she tricked him. “Good
grades and accomplishments only bring you satisfaction, but memories... they bring you joy.
And I want you to have as many good memories as that. I feel like... I’m a burden to you.”

Denji pursed his lips, not knowing what to say. Maybe something like ‘No, you’re not!’, but
Denji found himself silent, making her think that he might not have heard that. His eyes were
blankly fixated on the performances, and his mind was completely addled. She is, very
certainly, not a burden to him, even if, no matter how many times she calls herself that, she is
his mother, his parents, and his children had to return that affection to their parents.

After the stage plays, lunch breaks started, and everyone was given a few hours to rest in
their classrooms. Denji didn’t plan to take a nap, while his mother did, which granted him
some privacy and time for himself to go around. Along the way, he coincidentally met
Tenshi, who was licking her ice cream peacefully.

“Oh… You.” She finally noticed his presence but gave him not much attention before
continuing to lick her ice cream. “This is just boring. I hate loudness. Denji agreed with him
by humming and asking her about her village. “Fine, for the most part. Your throwaways
really are useful to them.”

“Yeah… I’m glad to know that I did good.

Their conversation was brief and almost dry. Tenshi was never one with words, while Denji
never had much interest in her since she was a one-timer. Still, he almost felt pity for her
when he saw Tenshi all sitting by herself, having nothing else to do.

Denji then wandered around, having almost nothing to do. He could visit Yuko or many other
girls, definitely not Yoshida or Fumiko, by the way. Those two had ticked him off too much,
and he really didn’t want to deal with them right now. But speak of the devil, that weird girl
appeared again. “My my, Denji-kun. Never expect to run into you here.”
“Why are you here? Are you stalking me?” Denji crossed his arms with a deep sigh, and
Hiromi just chuckled.

“You can interpret it however you like.” She smirked at him, and Denji tensed his body as
she stepped closer to him. “You seem to hold a grudge, I notice.” Denji just grunted,
furrowing his eyebrows, which Hiromi perceived as a yes. “Well, if you insist, how about a
date tomorrow, again?”

“So you can go dirty with my shirt again?”

“I promise it won’t happen again.” She made the throat-slitting gesture, swearing in the name
of her uncle and his booze. “Tomorrow night, shall we?” Denji just eyed her suspiciously,
clearly hesitant, and wondered if he should accept her offer. Seeing how eager and honest she
was, which was weird, Denji, with a tired sigh, nodded. She smiled. “Great, see you later
then.”

With that said, she blew him a kiss and walked off, Denji shaking his shoulders and groaning.
“Ugh…” Denji aimlessly walked along the hallways again. Some girls from different classes
whom he probably fucked—Denji never really bothered to learn their names—wanted to
invite him somewhere else, but he politely refused the offer.

While he was doing nothing, he caught sight of something truly disorienting. “Tanaka-
sensei… no.” Denji heard his class prez’s whimpering voice just down that hallway, right in
that unused room. Normally, he would stay out of trouble for the sake of his safety, but since
he had promised to back Shiona up,.

“Okay…” Denji touched the doorknob only to see that it was locked from the inside.
“Damn!” That certainly didn’t stop him from trying to kick the door. Tanaka was startled by
the violent kicking on the door, while Shiona embarrassedly covered herself up with her
clothes. "Hey, yo, have fun in there?”

“Denji! What are you doing?!” The other teachers were notified of the ruckus Denji was
causing, and Kishibe and Arai were the first to rush in. “Stop this act right now!”

“Huh?” Kishibe just cocked his head to the side when Denji explained that the door was just
stuck, and he heard some cries inside. Quanxi also appeared, and upon hearing Denji say that
there was a girl inside, she just immediately kicked the door open and revealed Tanaka, who
was raising his arms up. Shiona desperately covered her body with the scattered clothes.

"Wait, wait, I can explain!”

“Tanaka-san?!”

“Yup!” Denji groaned. “He’s a pedo!”

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“We’re going to need another math teacher." Himeno muttered as Tanaka was being escorted
to a police car. With a glare, the pedophile gritted his teeth as he saw Denji grinning
pridefully. Like, the boy never knew he was this smug. "I can't believe this is happening right
at the festival."

“Tanaka-san is—well, now I have to say that he was loved by many students.” Himeno
chuckled at Akera’s attempt at humor. Still, the PE teacher heavily sweated. As Tanaka had
been caught, it would be a matter of time until they found out what was going on between her
and Denji.

“Denji, can you go check on Shiona?” Akera sighed, feeling incredibly tired after dealing
with thing after thing. Although the boy was confused as there were plenty of girls swarming
around his class president, Denji was obliged and went off to buy something for her.

“How long has he been doing that to you?” Reze sat beside Shiona and told her to drink some
water. The class president, still shaky and anxious, somewhat calmed down eventually, and
she gradually drank the water, but she just kept staring at the ground.

“Three months… He had been trying to get into my pants. He also said that he got bored with
his wife. and he wanted to try something else.” Denji sat down beside her, and much to the
girls’ surprise, he threw a pack of snacks out of all the things he could have bought. It wasn’t
a good or bad choice; it was just a little unexpected.

"I knew he was a bit shady from that moment.” Denji let out a long sigh. Beside that, Denji
knew it wouldn’t turn out in a good way if he tried to console her, since he was never one
with words. The girls obviously did a better job than him, caressing and patting Shiona while
she was eating the snacks he had given her.

“Thanks…”

Denji just shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t sweat it. I just don’t like Tanaka-sensei. He always
reproached me because I failed his class by about seven. No, it might be eight—no, nine
already.”

Shiona just weakly chuckled and friendily berated him that, but still, she was glad that he had
come to her help and Tanaka-sensei was rid of, which meant that she no longer would endure
harassment. “Thank you, Denji, though you should work more on math."

“Hell nah!”

Later.

“And now, your most anticipated event is here! Here it is, the Fourth East High School’s Got
Talent show!” Haruka, being the MC, smiled wider as the crowd’s roar grew louder, even
drowning out the sound of the speakers. “Excited, aren’t we!? This year's cultural festival has
been a blast so far!”

"I can't believe it's almost come to an end!” Reze shouted near his ears. The booming sound
of Haruka’s voice through the speakers really just wanted to deafen his ears; no wonder he
hummed again, and Reze repeated her statement. “The festival! Near the end!”

“Oh!”

“NOW! Shall we start off with a wonderful performance from Kosumo of class 2-A? Give
her an applause, please!” With that, Haruka left the stage, and the lights all went out, and
from within the shadows, Denji could see three silluhouttes of three people, along with two
very huge strollers that could easily fit an adult in them.

Two of the figures jumped on the stroller, while the middle one, seemingly wearing a short
gown if he was correct, jumped on the stroller. Now he could make out that the middle figure
was a petite woman, and she raised a finger up high. The crowd was silent in confusion and
anticipation, and one of the lights shone on the stage, revealing, obviously, Kosumo. “Say
hello to your idol!”

Then, the song came to life, and Kosumo held a microphone up, and at that moment, Denji
never realized that she had another talent for singing. “Woah. I never knew she could sing.”
The crowd roared in excitement as Kosumo cutely hopped around, pointing at everyone. In
fact, she could perfectly see her girlfriends, but Denji was not in sight.

“Who is she cosplaying as?” Reze asked.

“You don’t know Hoshino? It’s a famous character from some anime, I think. I don’t know; I
only recognize the music.” Denji’s eyes didn’t even glance away from the stage; his clapping
was growing louder and faster. When Kosumo said it would be a surprise, it would totally be
a very big one. Although her dance moves were a bit amateurish and sloopy, the visual and
her voice seemed to have attracted more attention, and Denji would easily let that slide.

“That girl is really cute, Denji. I like her!” His mother, although not knowing much about the
concept of cosplay, cheered for Kosumo as well. Not only that, but it wasn’t just Kosumo that
stood out due to her performance; the two other figures also.

“Goo-goo! Ga-ga! Goo-goo! Ga-ga!” They dressed as children in onesies, and with a baby
soother in each of their mouths, the ‘children’ danced their neon sticks, and that got a good
laugh from the audience, including the teachers. Kosumo almost burst out laughing at the
silly sight, but she remained composed so as not to ruin her performance.

“DENJI! FOUND YOU, DENJI!” He heard someone’s voice behind him, and he turned
around to see a gasping Pingtsi, who was holding two neon sticks, similar to the two
‘children’. “Kosumo’d love to see you doing it for her!” She handed Denji the sticks and left,
leaving him confused.

"Am I supposed to..." Pingtsi had already left, and with a tired sigh, Denji turned around and
raised his arms up in the sky, and those two wiggling neon sticks immediately caught
Kosumo’s attention. It was a cheesy attempt to lift her mood, but for her, it was more than
just a cheer. Denji noticed that he wasn’t the only one, as Quanxi and her girls were doing the
same.

With their support, Kosumo proceeded to dance even harder, pouring all of her passion and
enthusiasm into that performance of hers. Not only that, but her costume was much better in
quality and visual; he noticed that it was more practical instead of plastic-looking. "Wow, I’m
amazed!”

With a strong stomp, Kosumo ended her performance with a signature pose of Hoshino and
winked at her audience from two sides; in reality, she was winking at Denji and her
girlfriends. The audience, all completely speechless, loudly clapped as Kosumo and the
‘children’ all came forward and bowed before leaving.

“What a performance! Kosume killed it with an incredible performance by cosplaying as

Hoshino Ai, although it was missing a guy in a hoodie holding a knife.” Whoever got the
joke laughed at that. Haruka cleared his throat, shaking his shoulders.

Two others after her were ordinary—not special, just a bit ordinary compared to Kosumo’s
excellent showcase of talent. Next up, it was, surprisingly, Sugo’s turn. For that, they had a
bunch of male students bring a whole piano up to the stage for the girl, and, not gonna lie, her
skill at the piano was really good, Denji had to say.

“Für Elise…” Reze mumbled.

“Oh… I know that one! Classic. It’s Mozart or something?” Denji asked the Russian girl,
who looked at him with a weird face, but a dorky smile still spread her lips.

“No, silly, it was Beethoven! Wasn’t that common knowledge?”

“…”

“Do Rush E!”

“Hell nah!” Sugo almost raised a middle finger, but due to how many teachers and parents
were present, she had to suppress her intrusive thought.

After Miri’s display of piano skill, it was now his class’s chance to shine. “First up, give
Akoku Seigi an applause to cheer him up!” The crowd gasped in shock, and Nobana almost
passed out when Seigi, the most muscular guy in Denji’s class, walked up the stage shirtless!
He was buff; he might even be the Japanese version of Mike Tyson.

"My god..." Even Shinse blushed at the blatant display of muscle, covering her mouth to hide
her surprise. His pecs were as huge as Denji’s head; even his biceps could definitely rival
Arnold Schwanigger or something; Denji didn’t know how to spell that, but the point is, Seigi
is fucking ripped; like, he could maybe rip a bear’s head off.

He continued to flaunt his muscle in front of the crowd, showing the perfect chiseled back of
his, earning loud, high-pitched squeaks from the drooling girls, and Reze, unbeknowingly,
blushed at that. “Show your thighs, Akoku!” As requested, Seigi pulled the hem of his shorts,
giving the girls a glimpse of his muscular thighs underneath. “Take off your pants too!”

“These bitches are thirsting over him." Denji was remade, and Quanxi just clicked her tongue
at the cheesy performance. Even she could walk up and offer to have a hand-wrestling match
with him, and she could show them that all those muscles were just for show.

The main show now started, and Seigi looked down at the two dumbbells, 100 kilograms
each. It was heavy; it even outweighed Seigi, who was easily 90kg of muscle. Without any
hesitation, Seigi crouched down to kick up those two pieces of equipment, faking a grunt as
he raised them up past his head.

“Impressive…” To be honest, Denji wasn’t impressed much, but much to everyone’s surprise,
Seigi started to jiggle with those heavy dumbbells as if they were plastic balls. That showed
how incredibly strong he was, and Quanxi had to hand it to him. “Holy fucking shit!”

To even add more excitement to that, he even bounced, tiptoed, crouched, and spun around
while still jiggling with them. Surely, it was a comical sight to see, but it was kind of
awesome too. Santa, out of all people, suspected that Seigi might have used steroids, as there
is no way a high schooler can achieve that impossible physique.

After Seigi’s astronomically impoosible performance, Haruka, flabbergasted, walked up the

stage, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “Oh well… That was something. Well, half an hour
has passed already, but the list is still long, people. The next, we howl for the next person,
Mitaka Yoru!”

“Wait?!” Asa looked around, realizing that her sister was nowhere to be found. “When did
she sign up for that!?”

“Yoru?” Denji raised his eyebrow in surprise as the scarred-face girl walked up the stage with
pride, and with a deep scowl, her eyes scouted for Denji, and when she set her piercing eyes
on him, she quickly pointed at the baffled boy. “Me?”

“Denji, this is for you.” She said to the microphone, and his mother cutely cooed, along with
his friends beside him, all talking about Denji being given a love song by the harshest girl in
the school. “So, listen carefully. Every lyric, every single one of them.” She reminded him
and told the DJ to hit it.

She cleared her throat, and the crowd all settled down, only to realize that this wasn’t a love
song at all. It was something incomprehensible.

“I don’t fuck with you.

You little stupid ass bitch, I ain’t fucking with you.
You little dumbass bitch, I ain’t fucking with you.
I have a million trillion things I’d rather fucking do.
Than to be fucking with you.
Little stupid ass!”
She certainly poured a lot of pent-up frustation and energy into that performance, considering
how ferocious she acted and thrashed around. She just kept flipping him off, threatening the
DJ not to turn the speakers off, and she crouched down in front of the gasping crowd. “Fuck
you, Denji. But I guess I don't.

I don’t give a fuck.

I don’t give a fuck.
I don't, I don't, I don’t give a fuck bitch!
I don’t give a fuck about you or anything that you do.
Don’t give a fuck about you or anything you do!

This is for you, fucking my moth. Don’t fucking cut me off!” Yoru angrily yelled at the DJ,
who, for the sake of everyone, plugged off the cables in hope of putting an end to this
madness. “Fucking turn it back on, right now!”

“Yoru, stop this!” Both her sister and mother rushed to the stage to calm her down, profusely
apologizing to everyone for Yoru’s behaviors, though it seemed that everyone’s eyes were on
Denji, who was being interrogated by his mother.

“Who is she, Denji?”

"An old friend.”

“Who the hell approved this song?” Akera slapped her forehead. “Last year, some kid tried to
play WAP and got expelled!” Haruka lied; this year’s cultural festival was nothing but chaos
and ruckus after ruckus. The headache hammered into her mind. “I hate my life."

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After that, the cultural festival came to an end, much to the majority of students’
disappointment, but they had fun and relaxed. Not for Yoru, though; she still swore for
revenge for what he had done to her mother. Shinsei, above all, was over the moon, and that
could be felt through her happy hums. “Did you... enjoy it?”

“Very much!” She turned around with a smile, and Denji, even though he didn’t know that,
slowly curved his lips up into a smile. Although they had missed a check-up just to attend
this festival, they regretted nothing, and Denji’s carefree mother never seemed to care about
that much, especially when her son had to abandon his chance at having fun just to look after
her. “I’m… sorry.”

She felt incredibly guilty and ashamed of herself for her sickness. Denji always had to do this
and cook that, but those were just for her. Essentially, everything was done by him. “I’m
so…” She almost cried. “I’m sorry, Denji!”

“Mom… No…” Denji crouched down to her, softly patting on her back as she let it all hang
out. He would never see her as useless; if she got sick, he would buy medicine; if she needed
help, he would gladly help her. Why? ‘Cause she was his mother, the parent whom he dearly
loved with all his heart. “I…”

Knowing that words wouldn’t console her, Denji sat down right beside her, leaning against
the wall and patting her back. “You know that Kosumo girl, mom? She is my friend. Denji
closed his eyes with a sigh. “And I have many... girl friends.”

“Really?” She looked up at him with teary eyes. Denji just nodded, and she leaned back,
sitting beside him. "I never knew that. So, mind to tell me about them?” It was such a
surprise to her when Denji announced it, especially when he didn’t have many friends to
begin with. “First off, then... Reze.”

“We met about a month ago; she was shy and quiet at first... But then she came to me and
offered to have some coffee, and you know that I hate coffee, right? Still, I went out with her,
and... that happened?”

Shinsei chuckled. “So you two got too naughty with each other, didn’t you?”

“Mom!”

“No marital sex! It’s sinful!” She laughed. “Next, that girl with two bangs, Mifune, isn’t it?
She seems interested in you.”

“No, choose someone else.”

“Why?”

Denji slapped his forehead. “She is annoying.”

“Okay, how about... that blonde girl with glasses?”

“Yuko? She was… uh… unpredictable.”

Pochita, from some building, eavesdropped on their conversation, deeming it unworthy to

listen to their wholesome conversations about Denji’s life at school. With nothing else to do,
the only thing he could do right now is have a nice date with Bomb-chan.

Elsewhere, Abe blankly stared at the screen of his computer, having been informed that the
semen sample Makima had sent him did show some interesting results. He closed the laptop
and looked out the window behind him. “So it all makes sense now."

As a result, parts of Pochita’s DNA were found.

“Ready to execute order 69 once that Denji boy is no longer of use.”

Chapter End Notes

Can't believe another month has passed, only one day and it will be February already...

I almost forgot about the class president, so, I have decided to include her in next
chapter.

This chapter had a lot of scrapped ideas, such as Denji going around and chatting with
his senpais, or more games but it was deemed unnecessary, so I had to remove those
parts. Still, so there might 4 chaps left before I end this fic, and I also might write a
bonus chap of Denji visiting his kids, lots of kids but he still refuses to pay child support
and proceed to join Vergil ideaology. Shall Never Pay!

Wow... All I have to say after reading chap 154 is... Fucking wow, Fumiko is the
fraduest of the fraud. Good motherfucking job she did there. Nah, at this point, her
midriff is useless now. r/chainsawfolks is literally imploding right now. Can't believe my
prediction was right all along.

SHE IS A FUCKING FRAUD AND A COWARD! I wouldn't be surprised if her

backstory turned out to be fake just to guilt trip Denji.
 Romantic Books (Class President)
Chapter Summary

Nipple sucking, vaginal fingering, Sideways position, Creampie

Chapter Notes

Shiona is the class president, just a random name I chose

https://chainsaw-man.fandom.com/wiki/Class_President

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Class prez ain’t going to class today, is she?”

"Yeah, I heard she was taking a few days off because of that... Tanaka situation again.”

“It’s all the talk of school now. Some misinformation has been spread too, bro! Some even
said that she was seducing Tanaka-sensei and not the other way around; that’s the truth."

"Nah, man!” Denji clicked his tongue, handling a vape pen he had just bought when he snuck
out of school. “Don’t spread sh*t around unless you know the truth. Trust me, I almost got
detention for that.” In return, they gave him some money, took the vape pens, and quickly
left. Denji shouldn’t have chimed in on their talk, but he hated misinformation due to his
mother.

After that alleyway talk about girls whom Denji knew, his mother, too enthusiastic, went
around her neighborhood and told everyone that Denji was a ladies’ man, saying that he
charmed quite a lot of girls, in and out of school. As a result, it caused a huge
misunderstanding, and now the whole neighborhood thinks Denji is a playboy. Then it
fucking evolved, and it goes as Denji being a gigolo.

But he was still somewhat lucky; some girls near his house got interested and quickly had a
word of clarification, and then they fucked. He fornicated three—or was it four girls, maybe?
“Just 70,000 yen and I’m set.” He had nearly enough money for the necklace.

About Shiona, Denji, although he was the one who got her out of the messy situation, clearly
paid not much mind to her or her condition. He felt no guilt or shame; it was just that he
clearly never cared about her enough to pay her a visit to check on her. “Egh…” He narrowed
his eyes at the sight of Seigi, his classmate, being swarmed around by a group of girls
wanting to touch his arms.
“Out of my way, misses.” Seigi coldly pushed one of the girls off and went to the gym all by
himself. Despite the cold brush, the girls have yet to give up their attempts to grab his
attention. Denji felt weirded out by the scene, but as if nothing had ever happened, he
continued to look for customers.

Until he accidentally met Kosumo and her group, and the girls all gave him a hug. “How was
it!? How was it!? My performance is the best."

“You better vote for her!” Oh, right, there was a vote poll after that, and Denji had yet to pick
his choice. To be honest, Denji almost forgot about the voting part, so he faked a chuckle and
nodded in affidavit. “No doubt Kosumo would win this!”

“Don’t get all too prideful, girls. Especially that Seigi guy. Girls all drool over him.” Quanxi
just huffed and crossed her arms. The girls asked if Denji was willing to come have some
lunch with them, but soon disappointment washed over them when he waved his hand in
decline, saying that he had business to do. “Let’s go, girls, before Kishibe shows up again.”

Denji waved them goodbye and headed off somewhere else.

“I never knew you had a brother." Denji said after taking a sip of his coke, and Kobeni
nodded with a weak hum. They were having lunch in the hallway, right in front of a class.
The timid woman had just finished teaching, and since she was too hungry, she just chose to
eat her Shokupan here. “He looks... gay."

“Nobana?” She glanced at him. "He's, you know, my younger brother, and he just recently
came out to my parents.”

“And…

“They were... disappointed." Oh, that was a boring reaction. Denji expected more than that. I
mean, Nobana looked gay from both the outside and inside. He looks like a twink, wears
hairpins, and talks in the manner of a girl. Denji bet he probably beat his meat to Seigi. “Still,
him being attracted to boys doesn’t disturb me at all. He is my brother, after all."

“Yeah… He asked me if I was gay.”

“… So…”

“When I was forced to wear a maid outfit,"

“Oh… I forgot to ask, but... My place now has a special discount. You wanna come?”

“Oh, that spicy ramen noodle restaurant?”

“No… It was... Family Burger Restaurant near here.” Denji’s jaw dropped, shocked by the
fact that Kobeni, a substitute teacher at this school, had another job! She was already working
part-time in a spicy ramen restaurant; now some McDonald-Ripoff restaurant? That’s wild.

“What? You have three jobs?” Kobeni embarrassedly admitted it with a nod. “That’s just
crazy and unbelievable!” Yet again, she nodded in embarrassment.
“Discount, I heard." Out of the blue, Kiga’s mouth whispered against Denji’s ear; her
unexpected presence shook his nerve, causing him and Kobeni to flinch in surprise. Of
course, Kiga seemed unfazed by that and slurped her sixth cup of soda for today. “I’m
craving some fast food now, so we go.”

“…”

“A fast food restaurant isn’t a bad place for a date, is it, Denji-kun?” Again, Yoshida came
out of nowhere, alerting him with her usual cheerful and mysterious tone. As promised, he
agreed to go on another date with her. He groaned at her, and Hromi just hummed with a
smile. “Let’s hope it will be a nice one, Denji.”

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“Huh?”

“I want you to check on Shiona to see if she is doing okay. Her parents informed me that she
was shutting herself in her room all day.”

"Yeah, yeah, but why me? Why don't you ask any other girls?” Denji narrowed his eye at his
homeroom teacher, who just sighed and told him that since he was the one to save her from
being assaulted by Tanaka, he could be the one with whom she would be comfortable.

Just as he was about to say a word of refusal, the boy realized that he was basically given an
opportunity to play truant, so he nodded playfully, almost getting a surprised reaction from
the teacher. “Yes, I will go check on class! I definitely will!”

“Alright then… I will inform the guard of this so that he doesn’t question you.” A grin
appeared on his face when she turned around and walked away. Denji could now utilize this
moment to go sell more drugs for more money. But first, he might have to pay Shiona a visit.

Although it wasn’t necessary, as it was just an excuse to sneak out of school, Denji would
feel like a piece of sh*t if he didn’t. Before walking out of school, he asked around to gain
knowledge of her address, which, surprisingly, wasn’t as far as he thought.

“Snacks, drinks…” Denji thought it would be very lacking if he just came to her house
empty-handed, so he bought at least some chips and soda cans in case she was in the mood.
Standing in front of the door, Denji cleared his throat and hit his knuckles against the wooden
door, hearing a shout from inside.

A much more mature woman came to answer the door; Denji already guessed that she was
Shiona’s mother, judging by the resemblances and hair color. Due to his encounter with the
Mitaka sisters’ mother, Denji instinctively just said hi to her before quickly asking where
Shiona was.

“Greeting, Mrs. Is Shiona’s home?” He had already taken off his shoes.

“She’s upstairs…” She had heard of a boy who came to her daughter’s rescue, and he
uncannily fit the description: dumb-looking, wild blonde hair, and quite tall. Before she could
even ask him a question, he had already walked up the stairs, knocking on the door of
Shiona’s bedroom. It was a bit impolite, yes, but the mother still deemed it acceptable as it
was who saved her daughter.

At first, Denji heard no response from the inside, so he banged on the door again. “Hey, it’s
me, Denji... Been told to check on you."His eyebrows raised in anticipation as he heard loud
footsteps inside, and with a metalic click, Denji was greeted with the sight of Shiona
covering her head from the neck down with a blanket.

Her eyes slightly widened when Denji held out a bag of snacks and beverages in front of her.
“Weren’t you supposed to be in school?” Denji shrugged his shoulders, joking that he snuck
out of class just to visit her because he missed her, which, of course, was all fake. But Shiona
seemed moved by that, even blushing at the obviously fake affection. “Thanks…”

“Now… I don’t have much time, so you get it.” Denji handed her the bag and immediately
left, saying goodbye to her. It was made very clear that Denji wouldn’t go back to school;
instead, he would go around selling drugs and weapons again. Just as he took a step, he felt a
hand on his shoulder, and with a grunt, he turned around, not interested. “What?”

“Well…” She fiddled with her fingers, seemingly quite embarrassed. “You have come here...
So would you mind if we... Denji’s eyes darted to the dark room, his mind wondering if he
should accept that offer. He was hesitant to choose; of course, he was under no obligation to
stay here, but seeing how weak and desperate she looked, Denji sighed in exhaustion and
nodded.

Shiona was a tad bit surprised by the response since she thought Denji would refuse it, but
regardless, with him here, she gradually invited him into her bedroom, which was normal and
not too messy in her eyes, minus the dirty dishes. Denji seemed not to notice that and came to
sit down on the floor.

“What were you doing here at the time? Sleeping?”

“Reading books, mostly." Denji now noticed a bunch of romantic books on the bed, with one
currently being opened exactly where she left off. Books never appealed to Denji at all; he
enjoyed manga, though. Shiona was a huge sucker for those, in contrast to Denji, and
romantic was her favorite trope. But it’s ironic that Tanaka, whom she once admired for his
friendliness, nearly squashed that dreamy fantasy of hers.

“Huh…” He unimpressibly clicked his tongue and threw the book aside. Shiona timidly sat
down by his side, awkwardly shifting her weight when their hands accidentally touched.
“Books are great.” Denji attempted to console her, and that appeared to be working,
considering that he got a chuckle from her.
"I devoted a lot of time to that... hobby." Denji leaned down to grab two cans of soda, one for
himself and one for Shiona, but she waved her hand in refusal, saying that she disliked soft
drinks. Damn, so he could now drink two cans instead of one.

For a while, they just sat there in silence, and Shiona broke the ice by taking the initiate, who
was leaning closer to him. Denji, having been used to much more physical intimacy,
gaslighted himself; she just felt tired and wanted to feel safe, but what surprised him next was
that she laid her head on his chest.

“…” Denji didn’t act surprised.

“I’m… scared.” She mumbled, leaning closer to him, and one of her hands took the
opportunity to hold his. Denji didn’t say or even have a reaction—just a slow nod—and was
reluctant to hold her hand. She lightly squeezed it, shifting herself to get a hold of his warmth
more. “Tanaka-sensei… He…”

“He’ll be put behind bars soon." That did not ease her much, considering that her body was
shaking. Rolling his eyes, Denji hesitantly wrapped his arm around her waist, and she even
hugged him harder when he returned the affection. “It’s okay… I will... keep you safe.” Denji
knew that saying some cheesy dialogue from a romantic book would ease her down, and it
seemed to work.

Shiona said nothing; she just mumbled something under her breath, but Denji could perceive
that she thanked him, or something similar to that. Now, the problem is when he would be
granted freedom to leave this house, and then her mother opened the door, holding a tray of
tea and some snacks, only to find her daughter hugging Denji, and Shiona quickly stopped
her shameless act, tucking her hair behind her ears. “I will just..." She placed the tray on the
table nearby. “…leave…” And then she closed the door.

“So…” Shiona’s fingers rubbed against each other. “Do you mind if you read some books
with me?”

‘I should have fucking left.'

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Well, it turns out, it wasn’t bad at all. The story was pretty well-written, even with Denji’s
very biased opinion. It was about a man and a woman, both of whom were in love so much
that their parents couldn’t even separate them and were reluctant to let them marry, but then
the draft came.
It was a WW2 love story or something. Denji was never good at history, but he at least knew
Romeo and Juliet were definitely not real people. The two-hour span went like a gush of
wind, and now Denji realized that they had reached the chapter that contained very intimate
stuff going on here.

Sex, to be blunt.

Shiona covered her blush when the characters in the book began to take each other’s clothes
off, saying to their partner that they wanted to have a night of themselves before he went to
war, thinking that this might be the last time they would be able to be with each other.

To be honest, Denji didn’t even have a single eyebrow raise when they reached the sex part,
but then his eyebrow did raise when he felt Shiona’s wandering hand across his chest, and it
traveled downward, which is exactly what was happening in the book. Regardless of the
soothing touch, Denji remained silent and waited to see how things would play out.

Shiona, skin flushed and eyes on the book, was so focused that she wasn’t aware of the fact
that her hand was running across his torso, feeling his flat chest and unusually rigid belly, and
unbeknownst to her, Denji held back a sigh when she massaged on what was supposed to be
his crotch. Denji wasn’t surprised or shocked, as this was bound to happen anyway.

Not only that, but her fingers pinched on the zipper and pulled it down, all while she wasn’t
yet aware of what she was doing. Denji turned a page for her so her attention would still be
fixated on the book, and her shameless hand also undid the button, and he shamelessly pulled
down his pants. Her blush grew redder when she felt some warmth on her palm as she
touched the bulge, but she still didn’t bother to look at the source of the heat.

Denji noticed that the characters gave each other a kiss in the cheek, and a grin spread his lips
as he leaned in to smooch her soft cheek, and her skin flushed even more at that. “Stop it!”
She giggled, her hand unknowingly increasing in pace, resulting in Denji groaning and
gritting his teeth. As if they were doing exactly what the characters were doing, Denji
wrapped a hand around her waist, moving his hand and touching the spot where her nipple
was supposed to be.

Denji was very much aware of what he was doing to Shiona, but this might be what she
wanted, judging how frequently the girls around her acted like this. He went to unbutton her
shirt, and a gasp left her mouth when he slid his naughty hand inside and began to grope on
her breasts. They weren't as big as he thought, but he had no complaint about that.

He gave her a long peck on her neck, his tongue out, and left a wet trail across her neck and
jaw. Shiona, feeling her body shudder under his slow kisses, started to press harder on his
crotch, adding more painful pleasure to the mix. Both of them increased the intensity
whenever they took the lead, with Denji pressing and kissing her and Shiona squeezing and
massaging his bulge.

Shiona’s eyes traveled downward, a gasp abruptly leaving her open mouth, and then her eyes
glanced at her hand, which was busy rubbing and squeezing the bulge. A moment of
awkward staring and processing took place, and then Shiona retracted her hand in shame, as
did Denji. “Sorry about that," Denji mumbled, trying to pull up his pants again.
"You... perv.” She wasn’t mad, as it would make her a hypocrite if she did. Weirdly, her eyes
just kept staring at his crotch, her lips biting as she noticed that it was twitching, but Denji
soon put on his pants again. She didn’t want to admit it, but that felt good—sinful, but good.
Her cheeks were burning hot, and her heart was racing crazily while her mind was still
reminding her of the sensation when she touched him and how that hand of his touched her
breasts.

She wanted to do it with him.

Denji noticed she was grinding her thighs together, and he immediately knew what was
occupying her mind right now. Just like what he expected, she just looked up at him when he
crawled toward her, holding her chin and examining her features. She didn’t retaliate one bit
when he lifted her head into a soft kiss, and quickly she melted into that kiss within seconds.

Denji was now locking lips with his class president, who was stern and very responsible, but
now, in front of him, was just a girl in need of intimacy, and he was more than glad to give it
to her. Her hands were dearly pressed on his cheeks, and Denji casually pinned her down on
the bed, deepening the kiss.

Denji, being the more experienced one, initiated the French kiss, but Shiona was
overwhelmed by his eagerness, so she didn’t get that signal at first, yet Denji just wanted to
forcefully explore her mouth with his tongue. Shiona whimpered, her arms getting shaky as
Denji started to undo the buttons again, leaving a portion of her skin exposed, and
immediately he sniffed on her bra, wanting to run his tongue on her boobs.

Shiona felt shameful for a class president, but they were in her house anyway, and she wanted
him, as did Denji. He knocked the book aside, and after he had unbuttoned her shirt, Denji
broke the kiss to give him time to take off his clothes, and Shiona, whose vision was still
hazy, groggily sat up and instantly ran her hands on his torso, feeling his skinny form.

"You are experienced." Denji grinned in pride as he pulled his pants down again, showing her
his still flaccid cock. Shiona’s face grew redder as it twitched, and Denji held it by the base
and began to stroke it, constantly lubing it with his own saliva. “Ugh… That’s…” She found
herself speechless, then her eyes widened again when the cock became erect within seconds,
which is unbelievable to her.

Denji, thinking that it wouldn’t be a wise choice to straight-up penetrate her, decided to work
her up by sucking on her teats first. He wanted to make her feel comfortable, and Shiona
could understand that, so she slightly sat up for him, unhooking her own bra and letting it
carelessly fall on the bed. Wetting his lips, Denji slowly opened his mouth, and with a
whimper from her, he fully engulfed her nipple, pinching the other one with his free hand.

Soft moans escaped through her mouth, her hot breaths hitting against his scalp, and
wandering hands of hers soon found their way to grab his cock out of curiosity. It was rigid to
her poke and wet too. Shiona shied away from the idea of putting that thing in her mouth,
something porn always depicted, and Denji, thankfully, didn’t want to do anything against
her will. His tongue danced on her nipples with enthusiasm, sucking and pinching them as
Shiona tried to suppress her moans, covering her mouth.
They forgot to lock the doors, but neither of the teenagers seemed to care about that; they
were too lost in bliss to even give a shit about their surroundings. Their body temperature
rose, and their little passion was fueled by their intensity, which kept growing uncontrollably.
Eventually, his free hand slid across her torso, past her loins, and dug into her underwear with
ease.

He could feel the wetness at the tips of his fingers, even through her underwear. Her lower
body was noticeably tensed when he applied some pressure to the clitoral area. A loud yelp
ripped through the silent ambience, saved for Denji’s loud sucking on her nipples and the
sounds of fabric being taken off their bodies. “This is... embarrassing." Shiona mumbled as
her grip tightened, and Denji stopped fingering her.

He wordlessly helped her undress, and once they were both naked from head to toe, her
attention was on the fully erect cock again. She was anxious, scared, and unprepared, but
those feelings seemed to have evaporated when Denji laid her down gently and lifted her
thigh up. Shiona held her breaths, her body tensing as Denji rubbed the tip against her
pussycat and grabbed her waist for steadiness. She almost had goosebumps when he ran his
hands from her waist to her ass, and he whispered something dirty to her ear before pushing
his hip. A loud gasp broke the tenor of this room when he tried to push his cock deeper inside
of her vagina, and he shut her up by turning her around and kissing her deeply, and Shiona
immediately melted.

He could feel thick liquid flowing out of her vagina, presuming that it might be blood, but
that didn’t stop Denji one bit. The girl just whimpered, burrowing her face in the blanket to
conceal her expression. The pleasure blankened her senses, and all she could possibly do was
moan and cry, which urged Denji to even go more forceful on her.

Her vaginal walls squeezed his cock, and just as he managed to reach her cervix, the
sensation heightened, but that didn’t mean it ended there. Their moans mixed, Denji’s
muttering becoming inaudible to her, and Shiona barely could clear her head; eventually, her
moans soon became weaker and weaker.

Denji disliked the idea of having his partner pass out, so he tried to stimulate her senses by
pinching on her nipples hard. “Ouch, that hurt!" She turned around with a weak groan, and
Denji replied with a grin on his face. Her face burned hotter when he slightly cocked his
head, signaling for a kiss, which she agreed to.

Their lips crashed, hungrily dancing their wet tongues against each other while Denji was
evenly thrusting, his cock repeatedly jabbed on her cervix. Denji could feel the vibration
from her muffled moans. Shiona’s eyes shut close as Denji increased his pace, and the
fierceness of the deep kiss kept her mind occupied. Denji’s hand grabbed her breasts and
played with them for a while.

Denji broke the kiss to catch some breaths, and then brushed his lips against Shiona’s. In the
corner of her eyes, he could easily see a tear building up, so he gently wiped it away before
the tear could leak out. He unknowingly slowed down his pace so as not to hurt her any
further. “It hurt, didn’t it?”
 “Yes…” She turned to look at him, pinching his cheek with a small smile. “It really hurt, silly
Denji." He grunted, feeling an imminent orgasm about to erupt. Despite his urge to cum,
Denji didn’t even speed up his thrusts; instead, he sucked on her nipple and nipped on it as
she started to moan again. Having her sensitive body part bitten on really itched, but she
enjoyed it regardless.

Without a clear warning, Denji just gave her one final thrust of his hip before emptying his
first load inside of her. Shiona, sensing something was being poured inside, looked down
with tired eyes, only to see that Denji had stopped, and she felt something leaking out of her
hole. “Denji?”

“Oh shit… Sorry…” Shiona’s weak eyes widened in shock and fear, while Denji just
scratched the back of his head in guilt. That anxiety of hers was confirmed when he pulled
out a stream of semen flowing out of her vagina.

“What the fuck, Denji?! What would happen if I got knocked up? I definitely would not want
a kid from you.”

“Jezz, that hurt my feelings." Denji clicked his tongue. “Go get some pills or something.”

“Gosh, you are... insufferable as always, Denji.” He laid down beside her. She sighed, patting
her belly with a contented smile. “Thank you... for visiting me.” Denji just hummed and
wrapped an arm around her waist, and she returned that affection with a hug. “This was...
indifferent, compared to the books I have read.”

Some glasses shattered near the door, and both of them looked up to see... Shiona’s mother,
whose hands were empty and there was a tray on the floor, Judging by the look of it, she
definitely saw what happened in this room. “Mom?!”

“Shiona… "What are you doing?!”

‘I really should have left...' Denji sighed.

Chapter End Notes

Let's fucking go! 39 push-ups in one row! I still got that dawg in me. I could still feel it
coming inside of me! But, my triceps are pretty numb now, and my chest really hurts.

The class president was really a weird one to write, mainly how freaky that gal is, but I
toned her down to a timid girl who loves romantic books, and Denji, yet again, knocked
up another one in his sexadventure.

Yo, that Megamind new trailer is fucking ass, especially the animation. Of all animated
movies in 2024, I'm not interested in any of them, Kungfu Panda 4, Gru 4. Like, the
movie I'm looking forward to is GvK The new empire, and I really hope it has Kong and
Godzilla kissin-
Yo, Mark Gava-fucking-tino, where is Whip Hybrid? You promised me, you son of a
bitch!
 The Third Wheel (Kiga, Hiromi)
Chapter Summary

Nipple sucking, Missionary, Doggy style, Cowgirl

Chapter Notes

Hiromi is female Yoshida's name.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Though he had gone on a date with Kiga before, there were still a lot of things he didn’t
know about her at all. Hiromi, right beside him, tapped his hand with hers, silently telling
him to hold her hand. As stubborn and hateful toward her as always, Denji refused, but
Hiromi was very persistent on that.

Reconcilation was what Hiromi wanted, or at least that was what they could possibly want.
Denji was still spiteful toward her, and Kiga, obviously, didn’t notice that and just peacefully
walked toward the fast food restaurant. After minutes of wordless huffing, Denji eventually
gave in and allowed her to hold his hand. “It’s cold out here, isn’t it, Denji-kun?”

“… Just shut up.”

It was really cold out here, and they were still wearing their uniforms; even Denji’s jacket
barely kept him warm. No, Hiromi’s hand absolutely didn’t provide any heat or comfort, and
Denji still hated her guts.

Kiga was ahead of them, not caring anything about their bickering and just eating her corn
dogs peacefully. Minutes after their awkward walk, they finally reached their destination,
which was really packed with customers. Denji almost bumped into a group of kids when he
gentlemanly went to grab the door for the girls. Hiromi thanked him with a smile, while Kiga
ignored that.

“Welcome to Family Burger! What’d you like to have for dinner?” The trio walked up to the
reception, their eyes glancing at the menu stamped in front of them. Hiromi just chose a
typical combo consisting of a hamburger, fries, and some soda. Said combo was
coincidentally chosen by Denji, but he also ordered some extra nuggets. Kiga… however...

She cleared her throat. “I’ll have two number nines, a number nine large, a number six with
extra dip, a number seven, two number forty-fives, one with the cheese." She paused, trying
to find more things to order, while the receptionists’ eyes were widening in shock.

“Don’t mind her much. She will do more than eat them all clean, I promise.” Hiromi
reassured them with a gentle smile, and Denji just shrugged his shoulders, not totally
surprised by Kiga’s tremendously gluttonous behavior. Still, I am not totally surprised at that.
Now with their orders heard, they moved to find their seats, and once they did, Hiromi went
back to her smug personality.

“Now you’re kind of the talk of the school right now, along with your class president too. I
admire you for your bravery, Denji-kun.” The blonde boy almost grinned in pride, but since it
was Hiromi sitting in front of you, he just merely huffed, saying that it was a normal thing to
do. “How humble of you!”

“Can you for once shut up?”

Then, waiting, they did, and they waited for a very long time for that abnormally long order
of Kiga. They had nothing much to do except scroll through her phone in boredom, while
Denji’s phone was continuously ringing from notifications from Akane, who was very pissed
and pent-up, perhaps.

Strangely, Hiromi didn’t particularly do anything; she just stared at her friend with a
confusing look on her face. Denji certainly didn’t know what she was thinking, but from the
look of it, he could feel a spark between them. It was subtle and difficult to guess, but those
thoughts evaporated when, surprisingly, Kobeni came up to them with their orders.

“You guys sure do eat a lot, I must say." The shy substitute teacher dropped a sweat when the
two students pointed at the carefree Kiga, who seemed not to care about the look she was
receiving. "Oh, I see.” Denji thankfully grabbed his order before Kiga could ‘accidentally’
lay her hand on that, and Hiromi wondered why Kobeni worked here.

Her questions were put aside when her order was placed in front of her, and Kobeni quickly
excused herself to grab another batch for Kiga. “The fries are..." Kiga inspected a very soggy
stick of fries, frowning slightly when it was snapped in half even with the slightest force.
“Unacceptable.” No wonder they did have a discount offer.

“The burger is fine, I say.” Hiromi would say this one wasn’t the worst nor the best; it was
just mediocre at best. The drink was, ironically, the best part, but that didn’t do anything to
erase her criticism. Denji, on the other hand, was completely fine with everything; even the
fries didn’t bother him. Hell, despite the very bland nuggets, that didn’t stop him from
enjoying the food, because Kiga agreed to pay.

Weirdly, he noticed that Hiromi was wiping Kiga’s mouth with some tissue, but he wouldn’t
say anything unless Hiromi just winked at her. Something was definitely happening between
them, whether it was something romantic or he might be exaggerating it, but Hiromi might be
wanting to fuck Kiga.

“So, how was it?” Kiga hummed at Hiromi, who put a hand on her own chin with a small
smile. That question was so sudden that even a stoic girl like Kiga hummed again, verbally
asking her to repeat it. “Oh, I forgot to specify; I mean to say that's how the sex with Denji
went.” That now gained the boy’s attention.

“Oh, that…” Unlike any other girls who blushed at the mention of sex, Kiga just bluntly
nodded her head, munching on her nuggets while beginning to tell the story of her first date,
which was fine on the surface, but the main thing was the payment part, and Hiromi was
more than eager to hear that. “He was good, too enthusiastic, and full of stamina... He didn't
let me take time to recover, though, and that lasted about three hours before he went home. In
short, he fucked me numb.”

Hiromi nodded with a smile, watching her friend eat and tell the story of their date. Denji
wasn’t too interested in that much and focused on his food instead, certainly not knowing the
look Hiromi was giving him.

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After that, they all agreed (except for Denji) to go to a rather cutely decorated coffee shop,
where they spent more than an hour drinking and chatting. Well, mostly Kiga and Hiromi,
and Denji was more like a third wheel than an actual person to them.

"Oh, look, it has a snowglobe too!” Hiromi chuckled as she shook the sphere thing on the
table, watching the snow fall and cover the mini house inside the glass globe. “Strange, it’s
only near November right now. I guess they’re preparing for Christmas in advance.”

Denji didn’t see any Christmas-themed decorations anywhere, so most likely they forgot to
put them away, or it might not be. As usual, he ordered tea, while Hiromi craved some
smoothie, and Kiga just had one simple request. “Everything in this menu times three. Do
you get it?”

“Yes… miss.”

“Feeling generous today, Denji-kun? Care enough to cover the bill for us?”

“Hell no!”

“I’m just kidding.” Hiromi giggled.

“Oh, I forgot to call for extra tiramisus; I love those.” Before Kiga could even stand up to
order more pie for her, Hiromi stopped her from doing so, and instead, the black-haired girl
just eyed him, moving her head at the counter. Denji knew that she was asking him to do it
for Kiga, and reluctantly, he stood up.
“Tiramisu, I got it, right?”

“Ten plates.”

“Ten…” Denji nodded and went off to the counter. Luckily, there weren’t many people there,
save for a few and a familiar green-haired woman in front of him. Denji just assumed she was
just a stranger and just stood right behind her, waiting for his turn. When the woman turned
around to grab her purse, Denji’s eyes widened when he noticed it was Himeno. “Oh…”

“Huh?” She looked up and saw Denji; instantly, a smile spread across her lips. "I didn't
expect to run into you here, Denji-kun!” The first thing she did was poke his cheek with
teasing intent. Although the jokes and behaviors were nearly identical to Hiromi's, he didn’t
get annoyed by them.

Why? ‘ She is Himeno.

“You with someone? Friends, or perhaps I should say, girls?" She smirked, clearly
acknowledging the fact that Denji had had friends with benefits, even one-night stands. It
wasn’t hard to know that; she just needed to eavesdrop on some girls’ conversations, and she
noticed they were speaking about Denji and his private errands. And also, Bimu and Powa
accidentally spilled the bean. “Prepared some condoms?”

“Condoms? I don’t think we’re going to fuck."

“Who knows?” She shrugged her shoulders, turning around to grab her order right on the
spot. “Oh, wanna come with us? Akera is also here!” Denji wasn’t taken aback by that, and
she immediately accepted her offer in a heartbeat. He didn’t want to be around Hiromi any
longer, and Kiga might not even be aware of his absence. So, he told the waitress to bring the
tiramisu to the girls’ table, and he came along with Himeno to her table.

Perplexed, Akera narrowed her eyes when she saw her friend. Behind her was Denji, who
peacefully walked toward her. She was absolutely baffled at his out-of-nowhere arrival, yet
she didn’t show her emotion externally. “This coffee shop is lovely, isn’t it? The light, the
decorations, and this globe thing too!”

“Yes…”

“Do you mind if you take a picture for me, Denji?” Himeno dug her hand into her thick
coat’s pocket to grab the phone, which was then handed to him. The PE teacher held up the
snowglobe close to her face and smiled at it. Denji froze for a solid one-second due to the
lighting and her smile, but he managed to take a few pictures of her. He almost groaned when
Himeno told him to continue as she changed her posture; this time, she pressed that thing
against her cheek.

Akera wasn’t surprised in the slightest by this because this happened every time they went to
a new coffee shop or somewhere exotically extravagant. It was like a tradition for Himeno
right now. Then she turned her gaze to Akera, who just sighed in reluctance before moving
closer to her. “Denji, mind you.
“I know…” Denji stood up from his seat and held the camera steadily once the two teachers
were very close to each other, and Himeno had a big smile while Akera had a more subtle but
still visible one from Denji’s point of view. To be honest, it was such a weird sight to see his
homeroom teacher smiling like that.

But then he remembered something: he made a promise with Himeno to get her laid with
Akera sober. Though this might be cheesy and cringeworthy, Denji tried to persuade his
teacher to do this. “Oh, I have a very good pose for you, senseis! Just... do it.”

“Okay…” Akera raised her eyebrow in confusion when she was told to move very close to
Himeno, as close as possible. And weird enough, Himeno put down the snowglobe on the
table and urged her to make a heart with their hands. “Denji…?”

“I promise, Hayakawa-sensei! This will... come out great!” Denji’s reassurance didn’t really
wipe out the confusion and embarrassment Akera was going through, but Himeno seemed to
be enjoying it, judging by her wide smile and reddening cheeks. Himeno appeared to be more
eager, and she even friendily wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Mustering all remaining strength to hide her embarrassment with a smile, Akera let out a sigh
of relief once Denji gave them a thumbs-up and handed the phone back to its owner. Himeno
impatiently went through her phone to find the pictures, and when she saw them, a wide
smile appeared on her face, and she then showed the pictures to Akera, who was a tad bit
awkward at how ‘couply’ they looked.

Akera looked at Denji with a disapproving look, and the boy intentionally looked away,
whistling as if he hadn’t done anything wrong. “Aww! This one is really cute! Would be a
great profile picture for us!”

“Us?”

“Yes!”

“No… We aren’t a couple. Plus, I’m not into girls anyway.”

“I was just joking!” Himeno laughed out loud, constantly shoving the pictures into her
friend’s almost annoyed face, saying things like they might be newly married lesbians, and
good news is that Akera even partially agreed with that, even though that was purely sarcasm
and joke only. Denji thought that it might be working; he just needed a lot more pushes to
make it work.

Himeno lightly kicked his shin with her leg, thanking him with a nod, and not only that, but
she leaned closer to him and whispered something. “As I promised, I will propose a
threesome between us if this works.” Denji gulped. That idea was so tempting and hot, but it
would be really awkward if he dared to fuck his homeroom teacher. “It will be fun."

“What are you two talking about?”

“Nothing!”
“Hey, Denji-kun, mind helping us out a bit?” Hiromi appeared out of nowhere, wanting to
ask Denji to take a picture for them, in this case, her and Kiga. They found a cute egg-shaped
swing near the fences, but now she just felt sad when Denji violently shook his head. “Please,
won’t you help a girl out?”

“Fuck off, Yoshida!”

Himeno slapped him on the shoulder, while Akera remained silent and just observed. “Come
on, Denji-kun!” Himeno resisted the urge to bang the table because of how unchilvarous he
was. “Help her out! Now!” She comically and childishly hit on his back, and with no choice
left, he opted to take a picture for them, but only for once.

“Thank you.” She almost tried to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, but Denji rudely pushed
her away, much to Himeno’s utter disappointment. Akera was still speechless, not knowing
what to say. She had suspicion, but she didn’t want to say it out.

“Oh, about Festival Cultural... Your brother didn’t come, did he?”

“Yes…” Akera answered after a few seconds of silence. “I tried to talk him out, but he,
stubborn as always, refused to..." She sighed in exhaustion, eyes closed, and rubbed her
temper to ease the headache.

“Don’t worry… He’s experiencing puberty; like, he’s 14, or is he 15?” Akera nodded. “So,
he’s 15, and that’s fine! Kids being rebellious at that age is completely normal. I’m sure
he'll... reconcile with you... eventually.”

It might be, or it might not be, coming true, but Akera still held hope for that. She mustered a
weak smile, and Himeno’s hand grabbed hers and embraced her with a light squeeze.
“Thanks… I guess…” Himeno smiled as Akera did so, and now she noticed that Himeno was
unusually attractive, like she might have discovered something.

No homo!

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Out of all the pictures he took for them, they certainly looked intimate when doing some
poses while sitting on the swing, such as Hiromi resting her head on Kiga’s shoulder, and the
always-hungry girl just laid her legs on top of the girl’s, and they, well, acted a little too
close.

Denji finally reached what was called Hiromi’s house, and luckily enough, the girl’s parents
and uncle weren’t home, so, without further ado, they immediately got down to business.
Still not fully on the normal terms with Hiromi, he just allowed her to roam her elegant hands
across his torso, and only she could touch his cock if he wished her to. She wasn’t frankly
disappointed; she just said that she was glad that he at least didn’t leave her out.

Kiga, at first, paid no mind to the blatant and slow business her friend and Denji were doing,
but she felt a little curious, and perhaps she also wanted to join in the fun. Denji cruelly
switched his attention to the approaching Kiga and immediately embraced her in a barrage of
kisses across the skin of her hand, then aimed for her neck and lips next.

Hiromi, feeling left out by Denji, attempted to gain his attention by chafing her hand on his
back and shoulders. That appeared to be working, judging by the twitches of his neck,
signifying his urge to not look at her. “Don’t be mad at me, Denji-kun.” She cooed, already
grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up. Kiga let out a soft whimper as Denji firmly
placed his hand on her bosom, lightly squeezing it.

As usual, once he fully took Kiga’s clothes off, he certainly didn’t waste any time digging his
hand inside her bra, feeling up the skin of her breasts. The eternally famished girl yearned for
a French kiss, which he happily provided for her. Hiromi's hands now found their way to his
covered crotch, and a slow lick trailing from his neck from her was enough to have a reaction
from him.

Over time, Denji turned his head around, only to instantly find his lips being claimed by
Hiromi, whose hands were now trying to pull down the zipper of his jeans, and that he
allowed her to. Denji’s bulge continued to grow larger and tighter under the legwear, and
Hiromi did him a favor by helping Kiga free his pants, thus freeing the bulge.

Salivas were all over his neck and collarbone, left by the black-haired girl, of course. Denji’s
cheeks reddened when he leaned back and then noticed that Hiromi was half-naked; she had
already removed her own underwear, bra included. ‘That fast?’ Nevertheless, with the trio
now all naked and ready for the main part, Denji sat up and pinned Kiga down first, while
Hiromi hugged him from behind with a smile.

“Don’t touch my nipples."

“What? I like toying with them.” She snickered, slightly pinching the sensitive body parts of
his as they were getting harder; the same could be said for his cock, which was very erect and
stiff to the touch. It would hurt; Kiga knew that, but she was too irritated to even bother to
give him a blowjob. Both of them moaned as Denji’s tip went inside of Kiga’s vagina; the
girl’s muscles became more tense the more he pushed his hip, and Hiromo seemed to have
taken joy in seeing this.

Denji’s grunts were drowned out by Kiga’s rapid moans as he successfully entered as deep as
he could, feeling the walls of her vagina blocking and squeezing around his cock hungrily.
Not only that, but the only stimulant wasn’t just Kiga’s pussycat but also Hiromi’s constant
teasing and licking on his neck. She muttered something to him, mostly about Kiga,
strangely, and she whispered that the girl loved being given embraces.

He felt Hiromi’s weight on his back, her slender and soothing arms wrapped around his torso,
her hot breaths hitting against his nape as she eyed Kiga’s pained expression. Denji was
ultimately squeezed by two girls, their beautiful breasts pressing on his back and chest. He
sank his sharp teeth into Kiga’s neck, lightly nipping to leave a bitemark on her skin. She did
wince at the tingling pain, and her grip on his biceps tightened.

Oddly enough, Hiromi no longer had her hands on Denji anymore; instead, she left her
position and crawled toward the person lying on the bed, and Kiga let out a confused hum
when Hiromi left her head up and forced her into a kiss on the lips. Denji wasn’t particularly
startled by the sudden girl-on-girl action; he had seen the way the eight-earrings girl looked
at Kiga, and honestly, Denji felt a little more turned on by the sight.

He gulfed when the girls temporarily broke the kiss, a long string of saliva connecting their
wet tongues, and Hiromi’s eyes drifted to the jaw-dropping Denji. She merely huffed and
offered to invite him into a three-way kiss. The temptation immediately got enthusiastic nods
from the blonde boy. Hiromi smiled, and Kiga sat up, poking her tongue out for a French
kiss, and they all longingly and passionately kissed each other.

Still evenly thrusting his hips, Denji sloopily left salivary messes on both of the girls’ faces.
The heat of their bodies spiked; all of them were too indulged in lust and sexual need, with
Denji being the most indulged in this tangle of desires. He began to sniff Kiga’s skin,
inhaling her rather fragant scent as his loins repeatedly touched hers. Denji tilted the girl’s
head to lock lips with her, which earned a subtle frown from Hiromi.

Denji huffed when the black-haired girl crawled forward, positioning herself on top of Kiga
and presenting him with her own ass. “My turn now, no?” She just giggled, and Denji
groaned in annoyance. Of course, Kiga noticably winced in discomfort when Denji slowly
pulled it out and stuck it in Hiromi’s awaiting pussycat. A gasp left the smug girl as Denji
grabbed on to her ass and continued to thrust his hips.

“I didn’t finish my turn.” Kiga bluntly said, seemingly not very happy to think that Hiromi
had her turn that early, but at least the black-haired girl compensated that for a few deep
kisses, and Kiga forgave her. Hiromi noticed the aggressiveness in his slowly accellerating
thrusts. Playing rough, he was, and Hiromi had to say that she enjoyed it when Denji acted all
hating her but still wanting to make her feel good.

Kiga held Hiromi’s boobs and engulfed one of her already hard nipples, sucking on it while
Denji was pleasuring the girl with his dick. Hiromi, acting all mysterious, was now just
moaning uncontrollably as nearly every part of her body was being explored by the two
needy friends of hers. Kiga, having bored of sucking on her tits, now just aimed her lips at
the black-haired girl’s, and she gladly leaned in for a long kiss.

Denji grabbed Kishibe’s niece by the waist, huffing and grunting as he slowly added more to
his speed. The two girls continued to kiss harder, sucking up all the air in their mouths,
almost suffocating themselves, but still, they didn’t break the kiss until Kiga’s skin went blue.
And after just a few seconds to get some air, Hiromi forced her friend into a kiss again.

They seemed to focus on each other rather than him, but that didn’t worry Denji a bit. He was
used to seeing Miri and Hofuna making out with each other, intentionally leaving him out for
a moment before they noticed him again. Kiga and Hiromi appeared to be very passionate
about this, and Hiromi’s soft whimpers as his cock kissed her cervix only urged him to go
even harder and deeper inside of her.

Hiromi turned around, a smirk present on her beautiful face. Seeing her face, Denji just
wanted to shut her up, maybe either verbally or with something romantic like a kiss. Denji
very much knew what she would prefer, so he leaned closer to Hiromi, tightening his hold
around her waist as he began to lock lips with the girl, which got a delighted chuckle from
her.

Kiga started to suck on her friend’s nipple again, while Denji’s tongue was busy dancing with
Hiromi's; his hips had yet to slow down the pace, constantly rocking her inside with his large
dick. She kept mumbling ‘more’ again and again, and Denji was more than happy to fulfill
her wish.

“Shut up, bitch!” There was no hesitation or regret in his voice at all. Denji was never the one
to have a thing for dirty words, but toward Hiromi, he was more than willing to spit those
degrading words at her. To Denji, she was less than a girl, for she was unlikeable due to her
dirtying his clothes. He converted all of his anger and frustation onto her, clawing his nails
onto her waist.

The amplification of pain only gave Hiromi pleasure, and she even screamed out in joy as the
sensation from both of her friends overfilled her senses, numbing her ability to think. Kiga
pinched on her nipples harder, Denji thrust faster, and Hiromi moaned louder. With each
thrust, Denji was slowly brought closer to orgasm, but he didn’t want Hiromi to receive all of
his jizz.

“I know you’re cumming, Denji-kun." A moan interrupted her. “No cumming inside,
unfortunately...” She giggled, and then a sharp moan completely cut off her taunt as Denji did
exactly what she told him not to, and he let out a moan once he pulled out, a long stream of
semen dripping out of her cunt.

Much to his surprise, Hiromi just offered him a weak chuckle, and Kiga abruptly sat up,
pushing Hiromi out of the way and laying him down now. “My turn.” She said with a
completely blank face, hovering her womanhood above his still rigid penis. Instinctively,
Denji grabbed onto both of her thighs as she began to bounce on his cock; they both let out
moans once the tip hit her cervix on the first try.

The sensation of her familiar tightness returned to him, Denji gripping on the bed sheet while
she was bouncing on his cock with a slow pace since his length couldn’t fit entirely inside of
her. Denji saw how red her entire body was; he could even feel some heat just from touching
her thighs. Regardless of the tingling pain, Kiga still pressed on, inhaling and exhaling. The
process was hastening when she felt someone’s hand on her boobs from behind.

Hiromi couldn’t bear the feeling of being ignored in her first threesome, so she decided to
announce her presence by groping Kiga’s boobs. It was now the always-hungry girl’s turn to
be used by both of them, Denji from below and Hiromi from behind. For a stoic girl like
Kiga, she sure moaned a lot in sex.
 The black-haired girl kissed her neck seductively, with Kiga putting a hand on the girl’s
cheek before they both went for a French kiss while Denji was watching them do that.
Slowly, Hiromi slid a hand down across the girl’s loins and began to toy with her clitoral
area, her nail lightly scratching against Denji’s shaft as he continued to thrust by himself. “I
like you a lot, Kiga.”

"I can say the same.” Then again, they were brought into another long and passionate kiss,
and not only that, but Hiromi’s hand slowly got more intense and naughtier, rubbing on
Kiga’s sensitive part repeatedly. They both mumbled how much they liked each other while
mentioning nothing about Denji at all. Of course, he was just a third wheel.

He could hear Kiga’s muffled screams as Hiromi increased the intensity of her fingering and
flicking, and once the usual mysterious girl broke the kiss, Kiga came over all over his torso;
some of her squirt even sprayed on his face. She breathed heavily, her legs shaking until she
collapsing on the bed, panting as Hiromi lay down beside her.

Denji sighed, wiping the trickling sweat off his forehead. The girls whispered about
something; they might be confessing to each other, based on the tone. “You know, Denji."
Kiga sat up, saying that she wanted to eat something before continuing. “I came to realize
that... I like Hiromi.”

“And vice versa.” The black-haired girl sat up with a smile, and then she brought her new
partner into a kiss, rolling all over the bed while Denji was watching with a straight face.
That was really awkward. He got out of bed, grabbing his clothes, before preparing to leave
to let them do whatever they wanted to do.

“Yeah well… If you two are now a thing... I’m not needed anymore, right?” Just as he was
about to leave, he was suddenly pulled back into bed by none other than Hiromi, who shook
her head in disappointment. “What…?”

“Did I tell you that you can leave?” She tilted her head, slowly pinning him down on the bed
again, her fingers smearing Kiga’s remaining fluid all over his chest. “Us being a thing
doesn’t mean you’re no longer our toy.” With that, she kissed him in the cheek, and Kiga did
the same.

Honestly, Denji was quite surprised that he wasn’t tossed away when the girls focused on
each other. Right now, Hiromi was licking the juice off his torso while Kiga was bobbing her
head up and down, wetting his cock with her saliva as Hiromi played with his nipples. Denji
was very much aware the fun was far from over, and he had more than enough stamina to
keep this up.

‘I hope Kishibe isn’t home.’

He was, indeed, home.

Chapter End Notes

Well, the original ending of this chap was supposed to be like this. Yoshida and Fami got
together, saying things like girls felt much better than boys, and told Denji that they
found out that they were attracted to each other and liked girls only. Then, they just
kicked him out of the house and continued hot lesbian sex with each other. It was so
fucking similar to Kishibe's backstory, but nah, I wouldn't do Denji like that, considering
how much he was suffering in the canon manga.

Speaking about manga, Mark Chadtino has just sketched out a draft of Fumiko getting
impaled by Denji's chainsaw. That useless B-word must suffer for what she did. All hail
Mark Gavatino (just don't draw Nayuta, please)

A new record! 60 push-ups! Wow, didn't know I have that much strength left.
 I Fucked Your Sister (Hayakawa Akera, Himeno)
Chapter Summary

Oral sex, Boobjob, 69, Missionary, Doggystyle.

Chapter Notes

Akera is female Aki's name.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Denji let out a long sigh, feeling some weight shifting on his chest. Oh yes, Kiga was resting
her head on his chest after a long session of sex that might have lasted hours. The other girl
was nowhere to be found, but Denji could still feel the lingering warmth in the empty space
beside him. ‘Well, Hiromi ain’t here.' Kiga cut off his thoughts with a squirm, and she
subconsciously hugged him in her sleep.

It was quite weird to think that Hiromi and Kiga had now become a thing, but Denji still had
no rude complaints about them, and he congratulated them. Still, he got to spend more time
fucking them after they had confessed to each other, and Denji might have to say that Hiromi
had toned down her smug nature a bit, so he might feel a bit less hostile toward her.

Well, he took that it was his time to leave, considering that he heard Kishibe’s voice
downstair, though a bit muffled, and he also heard Hiromi’s. They seemed to be arguing
about something, and once Denji heard his name, it might have to do with him being here.

“That blonde dickhead is up there, probably naked and in bed with another girl. I know that
‘cause I saw another strange pair of shoes.” Kishibe groaned. “You three had a threesome?”

Hiromi remained quietly, sipping her late-night coffee with a smirk. She knew that her uncle
was itching for an explanation of how and why she did that. Why? ‘Cause she felt like it. If
her uncle fucked frequently, then why can’t she have fun with Denji? “Yeah, then what,
unc?”

Surprisingly, Kishibe didn’t overreact or even utter a mumble; instead, he just clicked his
tongue before grabbing his bottle of alcohol on the table. He pointed a finger at her, and
Hiromi glanced down at her arms. “Lipsticks, huh… I thought that Denji was the one doing
all the work.”

“This belongs to Kiga, and she and I recently became a couple.

“A what?” Kishibe almost spat out his alcoholic drink at the mention of ‘couple’. “Wait, I
want to ask, are you and the girl now a couple?” Hiromi nodded, essentially confirming that
suspicion of his. Kishibe shouldn’t have freaked out when his niece said that, but that
statement somewhat reminded him of Quanxi, on whom he secretly had an eye. “So now I
can say that you're..."

“Yes, but I prefer girls more.” Again,he nearly spat out another sip of his booze. It would be
hillarious if Hiromi eventually told him that she was no longer interested in boys and that she
became a full-blown lesbian. “Denji, though he’s a really great fuckbuddy, isn’t an ideal
boyfriend, I have to say.”

“Huh, what do you expect from someone who has his dick in almost every girl in the whole
school? Fuckboys’d never be idealistic.”

“Said a fuckboy himself.”

“I got wind that he even fucked Santa and Makima at some point. Himeno wasn’t too much
of a stretch; Hayakawa, on the other hand, might not have done it with him, unsurprisingly.”
Kishibe refreshly sighed in ecstasy as alcohol brought sastification to his mind and throat.
“The thing is, the type of boy like me and Denji will never, ever find happiness in one girl
alone. Fuck, get bored, find another one... Repeat.” Kishibe chugged his bottle of alcohol.

That was exactly what he was doing right now. Kishibe, in short, got bored of the usual girls
he hooked up with in bars, so when he first had his eyes on Quanxi, knowing that she was
tough, which fit his unsual taste, he wanted to have a night with her, and then he would move
on. “Sure, some can be harder to bed, but once you have that one, she’ll be just another used
item.”

“Wow, uncle!” Hiromi clapped her hands loudly, so loud that Denji could perfectly hear it
from the bedroom upstairs. "I never knew that you were a misogynist!” Kishibe took no
offense to her joke because, well, she was right. Kishibe loved sex very much. “You’re saying
that Denji is no different from you?”

“Absolutely.”

“Like you casually ignored him saving his class president before Tanaka could molest her?”

“He fucked her afterward. I heard it from her mother.”

“Oh…”

“You see, it was just him trying to get as close as possible to the girl so that he could
smoothly stick his dick inside of her, bust a nut, and then vanish.” Hiromi didn’t fully believe
that, but still, that could possibly be true. She wouldn’t be surprised if Denji was seen
walking side by side with another girl tomorrow.

Denji wiped his eyes, groaning as Kiga annoyedly opened up her eyes, and she looked up at
him, running her hand across his chest. “I’m hungry… I will ask Hiromi what she has to eat.”
Strangely, she was still on the bed, lazily hugging and staying beside him instead of getting
her ass out of bed and searching for packs of ramen. “Well… I want to stay here for a while.”

Denji just hummed, letting her embrace him in a tight, needy hug. Sweats fully soaked their
skins, and Kiga was too exhausted, or mostly hungry, to even command him to go for another
round, which might seem more like what Hiromi was going to do. The hungry girl hummed,
murmuring about her being famished for food.

Why do you need touch or sex when you can have food?

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“Weird…”

“What weird?” Denji sipped his coke and threw it precisely into the trash can beside him.
Taiyo, seemingly thinking about something, couldn’t explain what was happening with her
sister. Akera appeared to be gentler; she was actually not scowling at him for his
stubbornness and disobedience. She just giggled while texting someone.

“Nevermind.” Taiyo threw away the can of soda, totally not caring about the trash can just
meters in front of him. Denji didn’t want to point it out for Taiyo because it would be useless
anyway, so the street sweepers should take care of it.

Their collaboration had a minor boost to their business. With Denji’s tactics and speed and
Taiyo’s navigation, they easily evaded the opposing Yakuza clan and smoothly delivered
weapons and drugs. The more they succeeded, the more arrogant Taiyo became, and the
young boy still didn’t want to leave the Yakuza.

“Isn’t that great?” Taiyo sat up from the bench, grinning widely and snapping his fingers.
“We earned respect, reputation, and maybe!” Denji sighed when Taiyo raised another finger.
“We could raise the rank.

“This ain’t a ranked system!”

“Oh, you’re right. You’re right!” Taiyo groaned, pointing a finger at him accusingly. “You’re
such a pussy!” Denji almost gasped at that, totally baffled by the insult. “You know why?
Because you lack the courage to take the initiative. So many benefits, yet so little effort you
put in.”

“Hey, respect your senpai!”

“I won’t.”
“I fucked your sister.”

“No, you didn’t! YOU DIDN’T!”

Well, it wasn’t exactly that he fucked Akera; he just kissed and played with her breasts. Still
tame, compared to what he did with other girls. After a few minutes of throwing slurs at each
other, both of them strolled back to Akane’s apartment, and then she rudely told Taiyo to wait
outside while allowing Denji to enter, and fuck they did.

To be honest, Taiyo knew what was occurring inside her apartment; judging by the loud
moans and high-pitched screams, he already knew what kind of exercise they were doing
inside. As always, Akane remained the exhausted one, while Denji was still full of energy.
“Phew…” She kicked the blanket away with her feet and turned to the side to face him. “That
was awesome.”

“Than the last fuck two days ago?”

“I’d say that every new one is miles better than the last one.” She snickered with sarcasm,
reaching for the box of cigarettes on the table near the bed. Denji got out of bed, muttering
something about the uncomfortable smoke that irked him. Akane just shrugged her shoulders
and told him to get some fresh air on the balcony, and he did so.

“Like, aren’t you going to do something with Taiyo?”

“You mean that kid?” She put the cigarette in her lips, blowing out a puff of dark cloud that
started to contaminate the room despite an AC. Of course, Akane was unfazed by the smoke
filling her lungs. “Bold one, but foolish no less.”

“Why the hell did you let a 15-year-old boy join the Yakuza?"

"Wasn't it my decision to let him in. My higher-ups said that younger kids might make the job
easier in some aspects. Plus, he proved himself capable; so did you.” She smirked at him.
“Though you did provide more than just profits to me," Akane, barely clothed and naked
from the waist down, threw the butt of the already-burned cigarette into the trashcan, and she
patted on the empty space on the bed.

Denji’s grin widened, and he lunged into her. Fiercely, they continued to mark each other’s
skins with smooches and kisses. “Hey, not my shirt!” Denji just straight-up ripped her shirt
and threw the torn clothes away, and he shut her up by locking lips with her. Regardless of
that, Akane quickly forgave him and continued the fun they had.

Taiyo, outside, grabbed his wireless headphones and put them on. Increasing the volume, he
strayed away from the apartment. ‘Did he... fuck my sister? No, absolutely he didn’t!’

Later.

“Fucking finally!” Denji jumped up in excitement, Taiyo just looked at him with a disgusted
look, and the blonde boy punched the air with a wide grin. After so many days of endlessly
working and running around, he finally had enough to buy something for his mother. “Yes!”
Well, having sex regularly with Akane did speed up the process.

“You are cackling like an idiot.”

“Hey, don’t call me that!” Denji scowled at the boy and put his money inside his jacket. With
that enough money, Denji could now go to the jewelry store to buy that necklace for his
mother. Taiyo didn’t have to come with him, but since the young boy had nothing to do, he
just casually tagged along with Denji.

“Who are you buying that for?”

“A wedding ring for your sister.”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Kidding! I’m buying something for my mom for her birthday." Surprisingly, Taiyo didn’t
say anything, not even a single ‘uh huh’ like he usually did. Denji didn’t give much thought
to the unusual silence, so he didn’t bother to look at him.

Once they reached the jewelry store, Denji, once again, ran into another pair of familiar faces.
“Wow… Senseis…” What surprised him was that Himeno and Akera seemed to be looking at
the gallery of rings, and then his homeroom teacher unexpectedly gazed at him. “Hayakawa-
sensei…”

“Denji… You came here alone?” The boy turned around to see Taiyo no longer behind him.
He wasn’t confused by the boy’s disappearance, as he knew of their relationship. Turning
back to Akera, he nodded in confirmation. Still, it was a sudden sight to see them so close.

Like, really close. Denji could see the way their hands were subtlely holding each other—not
too intimate, but that meant they must have been closer after yesterday. The shop owner
gleefully introduced his teachers to another shiny pair of rings, and they widened their eyes at
the price.

“A little bit expensive to our liking, I’m afraid..."

“We prefer silver ones.”

“Got it, misses!”

“Ah, Denji! Snuck out of school, didn’t you?"Himeno grinned widely as Denji approached
them, Akera saying no word about him playing traunt, weirdly. He was too nervous to
explain or even say a word until Himeno friendily wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling
him into a hug. “I did it!”

“Oh…”

“I very much remember the promise between us.” Upon hearing that, Denji’s cheeks started
to redden in color, though still subtly, and Himeno broke the hug with a gleeful smile.
Himeno was kind of surprised that not only would she fuck Akera, but maybe she could have
her as a girlfriend, and that’d be wild.

“What are you doing here, Denji? Buying something for someone special?” Akera asked.

"For my mother.” He embarrassedly admitted it, but the teachers, instead, were impressed by
that. Himeno giggled, constantly poking his cheeks and teasing him about his love for his
mother, while Akera stayed quiet. “Necklace, to be precise.”

“Oh! We planned to buy a pair too, but Akera suggested rings since they were lighter and
cheaper, and I agreed with her.”

“Yes.”

“What do you want your piece of accessory to be, Mr?” The owner came to them with a few
boxes that contained pairs of rings, each with different designs and patterns. While Akera and
Himeno were busy inspecting each one, Denji described the kind of necklace he wanted, but
sadly, he sold out that one. “Sorry, but I can make another one for you.”

“It’s fine; I can wait for a few days. Once you’re done, you insert these pictures. It was a
picture of his mother holding a toddler named Denji, who was critically sick and
malnourished at the time. And another one that was recently taken at the Cultural Festival,
depicting her smiling under the sunshine. Annoying as Fumiko is, she was still a good
photographer, well, due to her experience in filming. self-made porn videos.

“I’ll have it done in two days at best, Mr.” The owner grabbed the pictures and friendily
smiled at Denji’s teachers once they had picked their choice. It wasn’t anything too flashy,
just a cheesy ‘Easy Revenge’ text stamped on the rings, but somehow they found them
beautiful.

Afterward, they decided to go to Akera’s apartment to rest before having any dinner. Of
course, Denji was interrogated about why he was here instead of being in school, eventually.
After hearing another fake reason, she just sighed, totally not looking at him with a judgeful
look.

“Your brother isn’t home, is he?” Akera shook her head, saying that Taiyo was at school.
Denji knew that he was anywhere but in school. Being here again brought Denji shameful
memories, especially the one where he made out with Akera on the floor. Denji and Himeno
sat down on the table, the latter strangely choosing to move the chair beside the boy instead.

Under the table, she had one of her hands teasingly run across his thighs, and Denji could see
the subtle smirk on her face. He said nothing; he just allowed her to do whatever she wanted,
and having sex was what she wanted. “A threesome, remember?”

That idea was still pretty new to him, as Akera never struck him as a person having sex as
much as Himeno, but well, Denji would certainly accept the offer. It’s not like he fucked like
a few teachers in his school. Himeno was definitely one of the most attractive women he had
ever seen, but Makima remained on top of the list.
Denji noticed that Akera had changed her clothes, picking up a blouse and loose shorts.
Himeno’s grin widened when she grabbed for his twitching bulge behind his jeans. “Excited,
aren’t you?” She whispered to his ears, and he gulped. Akera was still unaware of the
naughty act under the table, just worried about his blushing face.

“Are you okay, Denji?" Weird, she already turned on the AC.

“Don’t mind him. He’s probably tired. Right, Denji?” The boy hesitantly nodded, trying his
best not to grit his teeth in anticipation when Himeno snuck a hand inside of the pants, and
her already wide smile seemed to only get wider. Akera pulled out her phone, and that
granted them some privacy to do their thing.

It was inappropriate, almost a pornographic situation. Himeno’s skin was slightly flushed as
she felt something hot in her touch, knowing very well that it was his flaccid dick she was
grabbing, and it was also noticeably wet, as if he had just fucked someone not too long ago.
She wanted to ask who he fucked recently, but then she decided not to.

Denji helped her by pulling down the zipper, and Himeno instantly squeezed the bulge
through the underwear. Akera was still unaware of the act, but she occasionally looked at
them to find their skins suspiciously red. She asked them if they were okay, to which they
said it was just so hot in here. “I already turned on the AC.”

“Hayakawa-sensei! I have to use the bathroom."Denji didn’t want to pee right now, but this
was too risky. He didn’t want to be found receiving a handjob from Himeno. Himeno found
the thrill and suspense in things like this, so of course, she felt unsastified when Denji
excused himself to leave, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along.

Akera, eyes still on the phone, didn’t notice that two of them had already locked the door of
the bathroom. Himeno cursed his pants for delaying their fun, and once she took off his
underwear, she blew a kiss at the tip of the twitching cock. The boy held the penis by the
base, aiming it at her cheeks before pressing the tip against her skin.

She grabbed his cock, giving it a light kiss that sent a shudder across his body. Denji put a
hand on top of her head, whispering about how good it would feel to have his dick inside her
mouth. And Himeno didn’t even hesitate to grant him that request.

Just like what she had spectated, the smell was different, which screamed that he fucked a
girl not too long ago. Denji thrust his hips forward, shoving his slowly erecting cock inside of
her mouth. Himeno felt the noticeable change in hardness, so she began to work up her
mouth even more. Luckily, their moans were blocked off by the door, so Akera could not
possibly hear those.

Himeno chuckled when Denji became more forceful, judging by how rougher he had
become. He cared about nothing else other than her mouth, sassifying her as he moaned
louder. The hand that was grabbing her hair gripped tightly, and his cock finally reached its
erect state. “Excited, Denji-kun?”

She lubed up his cock with her own saliva, occasionally running her lips across the rigid shaft
down to the base, her slender hand slowly squeezing and jacking him off at a slow pace.
Himeno looked up at him with her radiant turquoise-colored eyes, and her tongue gradually
traveled from his loins up to his nipples, leaving a messy trail of saliva along the way.

Denji didn’t want her to do all the work, so he repaid her by slipping a hand into her pants,
his fingers trying to find her clitoral area. He succeeded too easily. She gasped a long moan
when he inserted two fingers inside her wet cunt, spreading her lips as a small amount of
fluid began to leak out of her vagina.

Denji wished to drink all of that, as cunnilingus is one of his favorite acts in intercourse, but
Himeno’s constant licking and sucking on his nipples caused him to drift away from his own
needs, and instead, she wanted him to pay more attention to her.

“If memory serves, you have a soft spot for boobjobs, don’t you?” She no longer had her
hands lingering on his body, and as Denji nodded with his mouth open, Himeno went about
unbuttoning her shirts, and he gulped once he got a full view of her bosom covered by a
black bra. Himeno deemed it an eyesore and unhooked it fast, and Denji immediately
engulfed her nipple whole, toying with the other boob with his fingers.

Her breasts were soft to his touch, and Himeno repeatedly let out moans as he increased the
intensity of his sucking and pinching. His fully erect cock poked her in the stomach,
reminding her of a duty she had promised to give him. He swiftly switched his target from
her boob to her neck and continued the assualts of kisses he did. Himeno reached down to
grab his cock, slowly stroking it as she mumbled something in his ear. “Sit down.”

Denji did what she asked and closed the toilet’s lid before sitting on it. Himeno flicked her
hair behind her, smiling at him before slithering his cock between the cracks in her breasts.
Denji tensed his whole body while Himeno spat on the hard penis and began to chafe it. It
was nowhere near as good as pussy, but regardless, Denji enjoyed it very much. “Suck on the
tip.”

“Heh, dare you order me now? A reminder that you don’t get to order me.” She grinned and
leaned down to smooch on the tip. The mere touch of her lips on his throbbing cock was like
a stimulant to him, causing him to go feral and more forceful on her, which somehow
Himeno found fun.

“It would be really fun if Akera joined in too. I assure you that you will get to have a
threesome with us today.” She spoke as she continued to move her breasts up and down,
grinning at him while Denji was enjoying the pleasure she was giving him. It sounded so
quiet outside, but neither of them cared about that. Denji licked his lips, eyeing her ass, and
Himeno already knew what he was going to have next.

She noticed that Denji was shuddering, and from that moment on, she knew he was about to
cough. “So fast… Did my boobs excite you that much, Denji-kunnn?” He admittedly nodded,
teeth gritting hardly as if he were being brought closer to an orgasm. “Don’t hold back. Shoot
it all over my breasts, Denji.” The grin on her face widened as Denji jerked his back with
gasps, and he came all over her, as she requested.

She didn’t stop jiggling her boobs while he was still cumming, drops of thick semen trickling
all over the skin of her chest. After the orgasm, her nose was filled with the reek from the
semen, but despite that, she swiped all of them with her fingers before licking them. “Another
round before we ask Akera?”

“Yeah… I want to try 69.”

“As you wis-

The door creaked open, and their eyes widened as they turned to the gap to see a stunned
Akera, whose jaw was dropped in surprise, and the key in her hands fell on the floor. "I heard
voices."

“I was... moaning.” Himeno scratched her head.

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There was a long time of awkward silence between them, especially since Akera was utterly
disappointed in her friend—a very close friend, in fact—that she had a sneaky relationship
with a student. And said student happened to be Denji, out of all. The boy just stayed
motionless, and he just stayed silent for a long amount of time. “How long?”

“Two weeks… He comes to my house every weekend.” Himeno tried to cover up her
nervousness with a small grin, but Akera’s disappointed face didn’t even faze, meaning that
answer disappointed her even more. Akera sighed tiredly, completely speechless. “Come on!”

“You know what happened with Tanaka-san, right?” Of course, it was basically a reminder to
all the teachers in the school, especially Himeno, since she was always the one to flirt with
some boys in the school. Himeno anxiously rubbed her hands, but then a grin appeared on her
face. “What?”

“I know it.” Akera slightly backed down when Himeno relentlessly crawled toward her, his
hands beginning to snake on Akera’s skin with naughty intent. Her breaths were cut short
when Himeno came to hug her, but her hands remained doing their things. “You were
watching, weren’t you? You just waited until we’re finished.”

“No!” It was partially the truth; she did indeed eavesdrop on their lustful acts for a few
minutes in the bathroom, but she had to end that session immediately to keep her friend’s
dignity. “Himeno, stop!” Her words fell to deaf ears as Himeno, giggling, slid her hands
inside of her friend’s clothes.

“My my, my spectaculation was correct, after all.” The grin on Himeno’s face widened when
she felt wetness at the tip of her fingers, and Akera’s gusset was a bit soaked too, confirming
Himeno’s theory.” Denji’s cheeks reddened as the teachers began to kiss each other on the
neck, and Akera eventually gave in to Himeno.

Denji gulped as the teachers laid themselves on the bed with a soft thud, still continuing to
kiss on each other’s skins and toying with their own breasts. The boner returned, but Denji
didn’t want to remove his pants, as it might be deemed impolite to jack off in front of girls
kissing. Himeno flashed him a smirk, and as Akera let out a moan, the PE teacher signaled
him to come closer.

He did what he had been told and crawled toward them as he began to undress himself; the
same could be said for the teachers. “Wait, Denji too?” Akera turned to look at Himeno, who
had a grin on her face, and nodded. Still, Akera wasn’t against or approved of this idea of
having Denji in ‘cause he is very much a minor.

Himeno eased her down, assuring her that it would be fun to include him in, and the more,
the merrier, she said. Akera narrowed her eyes in uncertainty, not fully believing in Himeno’s
words, but she had needs, so after a while of reconsideration, she finally agreed with a nod,
which enlightened Himeno.

“We never got to do this sober, you know... Now, we can do it, and this time, we’ll all
remember this moment.” Himeno brought her to a kiss, while simultaneously, Denji grabbed
both sides of Akera’s shorts and pulled them down. He subconsciously licked her lips once he
got a full glimpse of her thighs, and he was surprised to see a wet spot staining Akera’s pants.
Never in his life would he imagine someone stoic like Akera being this turned on.

The teachers moaned wildly, hands roaming across bodies and roughly trying to take off each
other’s remaining clothes. Meanwhile, Denji pinched the gusset of the pants and moved it
aside until her pussycat was largely revealed. It was still leaking out some fluid, and Denji
shamelessly admitted to them that he wanted to dig his tongue inside of her cunt.

“Well, I’m sure Akera-chan won’t mind, right?” Himeno kissed her friend in the cheek. The
teacher’s skin flushed, and reluctantly, she let him do the pussycat-licking thing. It was an
unhigenic thing to do, but they were now having sex, and sex is somewhat gross. Akera
clenched her thighs when Denji hungrily spread her legs wider, wetting his lips again before
engulfing her whole mound in his mouth.

Himeno effectively shut her up with a deep kiss before Akera could yell the moment Denji
dug his wet tongue inside of her cunt. Like a hungry beast, Denji didn’t stop at just simply
dancing his tongue inside of her, and he wildly nipped and sucked on the hard clitoral of hers.
He pressed his nose against her trimmed eyebrows, closing his eyes as the fun continued to
get wilder and wilder as the time went on.

Akera’s legs were wrapped around his neck, forcefully ordering him to go only deeper. She
was never the one to verbally express much, but this felt great. Himeno cackled with laughter
as she broke the kiss with Akera, who looked down at Denji to observe him rashly licking off
her leaking fluid. “I brought condoms!” Himeno grabbed her purse and threw a strip of
condoms on the bed, which got a confused look from Akera. “I… prepared.”

"You planned this before..."

“Yes…”

Denji rapidly tapped on Akera’s thighs, his shouts muffled. She released him, allowing the
boy to get some air before he passed out from suffocation. Just mere seconds after his tongue
left her vagina, Akera had already missed the feelings, but Denji seemed to have something
for compensation.

“Boy is ready, I see~” Denji pulled down his underwear, freeing out his fully erect cock,
which got different types of reactions from the women. Himeno’s eyes glimmed with need,
while Akera’s widened in shock. It was way too big for a high schooler, certainly not for
someone skinny like Denji. Himeno uttered a word about him being hard and wished him to
give Akera the honor first.

“Come on, Denji boy. I’m sure she is really impatient right now.” Himeno crawled until she
was on top of Akera, already having pieces of clothing taken off. Before they could get to the
penetration part, Denji suddenly guided his cock to Himeno’s slightly opening mouth first,
saying that it needed lubing a little.

Denji put a hand firmly on her head, shoving that hard cock deeper down her throat. His free
hand traveled down to toy with Akera’s clitoral area while Himeno was busy sucking him off.
Not wanting to leave the lying woman out of the fun, Himeno relaxed her body and pressed
her mound right at Akera’s mouth, and the homeroom teacher immediately knew what to do.

It was a frenzy of lust, wild and uncontrollable. Unlike Denji, Akera was still sloppy and
inexperienced in all of this, especially something like cunnilingus. Himeno knew of that, so
she quickly forgave her for the lack of enthusiasm. Denji, on the other hand, pulled his saliva-
soaked cock out of Himeno’s mouth, and the PE teacher gave him a cheeky smile before
holding the penis by the base and slowly guiding it down to Akera’s pussy.

Akera’s legs visibly tensed a bit when the tip rubbed against the entrance. Denji was still
playing with her clitoral area, trying to get her more stimulated before the real thrill. Himeno
poked her tongue out and started to dance the wet organ on Akera’s sensitive part. With a
loud gasp, Denji thrust his hips forward, his cock smoothly sliding inside her wet cavern.

Along with Himeno’s slow yet teasing tongue dancing on her clitoral area, Akera’s mind
went completely numb from the sheer pleasure from both of them. She instinctively clenched
every fiber of her muscle as Denji’s cock went deeper inside her vagina until it reached the
cervix. Himeno cooed, applying more pressure to Akera’s face, and ordered her to work her
tongue more.

Denji moaned out in ecstasy, his grip on Akera’s thigh tightening as he began to thrust at an
even pace. Despite the AC, their skins were somehow soaked in sweat and saliva; even his
throat felt a little dry from the constant gasping. Himeno enjoyed the suppressed whimpers
hitting on her mound, and Akera’s hands wandered across her friend’s figure before giving
her butt a tight squeeze.

It was so weird to think that Himeno and Akera had many drunken nights like this, but their
minds were too poisoned by alcohol to even recall that blisful memory. The bed loudly
creaked at each of Denji’s thrusts, and her inside was continuously rocked by his cock, and
with Himeno’s pussy blocking her mouth, she couldn’t moan like she wanted. Suddenly, his
penis slipped out of her vagina, and just as he was about to reinsert it in again, Himeno held it
up and brought the cock to her mouth.

She hummed as she bobbed her head up and down, using the combination of her tongue and
teeth to sassify him as best as she could. Akera’s juice coated his whole shaft, and she
shamelessly trailed her tongue across his cock to lick all of that. Ultimately, Himeno lifted
her lower body up, and that granted Akera space so that she could regain her breath.

“Sorryyyy!” Himeno attempted to apologize to her with a quick kiss to the lips, but Akera
just smiled before pulling her to another kiss again. While the pair of women were making
out with each other without him, Denji reached out to grab the strip of condoms, tore one of
them, and put on the condom by himself. Then he waited.

He awkwardly watched as the teachers were still kissing, and the kisses’ intensity and
lewdness seemed to only increase. They exchanged saliva, giving each other sloppy and wet
kisses and marking their skins with hickeys. Akera noticed that Denji was slowly stroking his
dick, and she silently told him to come to them.

Himeno, knowing that he was approaching them slowly, lifted her ass up to him, swaying her
hips seductively and letting out a gasp when she felt his hands on her buttcheeks. Akera held
her friend’s cheeks, and Himeno didn’t know what she was doing until the black-haired
woman directed her mouth back to her pussycat again. “Omh myy!”

“She talks a lot," Denji said, and Akera agreed with that.

"You've been doing this?” His homeroom teacher asked shakily as Himeno began to wiggle
her tongue in her pussycat. “You never ceased to surprise me." Denji just responded with a
bored ‘uh huh’, and he inserted his cock inside of Himeno’s presenting cunt. The PE
teacher’s loud gasp was cut short when Akera forcefully pressed on her head, and the only
thing Himeno could do was continue to sassify Akera with her tongue.

Denji’s cock was squeezed tightly by the spasming vaginal walls, and his hips automatically
went into autopilot mode. All three of them were lost in the storm of lust and desire. The one
unsual stoic and cold like Akera even couldn’t contain herself, and now she was moaning and
muttering some words to Himeno, who entered her tongue deeper, causing Akera to moan
louder.

Denji whimpered, his waist making contact with her ass with each deep thrust. Himeno now
likes this very, very much. She never knew this side of Akera, and she seemed to have
teamed up with Denji to tire her out, and damn well, they were doing it great. The boy
muttered some words about wanting to cum inside of her, and that unknowingly brought a
scowl to Himeno’s face.

Akera needily poked her tongue, humming at him as a way to tell him to have a French kiss
with her. Eagerly, he granted what his homeroom teacher wished. She was so rough, the
impatience clearly visible in her sloppiness and the tight hold around his neck. Denji should
still take time to get used to this.
 After she pulled out, Denji even brought her to another kiss again, but fiercer and hungrier
this time. Akera didn’t protest, and she returned the kiss with the same level of ardor. Himeno
felt the pressure on her scalp intensify as Akera became more passionate. Denji’s hips got
faster as soon as he felt something building up inside of his urethra. Still, he focused his
attention on Akera, sassifying her needs for anything, mostly kisses.

With a grunt, Denji slammed full force and began to shoot his load; unfortunately, since he
was wearing a condom, almost no amount of semen was shot inside of Himeno’s uterus.
Also, Pochita poked every single condom in Tokyo. But that small amount of sperm was
more than enough to knock Himeno up unintentionally. He gasped, feeling his chest
tightening, before Akera leaned in to occupy his lips again.

Himeno breathed heavily once Akera released her, and she sighed in relief when she saw all
of his jizz was inside the condom instead of her vagina. “Phew… Glad you still know my
dislikes!” She giggled. Kids were the last thing she wanted. Denji and Akera had yet to break
their dirty kisses, and once they finally did it for real, Akera just let out a tired sigh.

“God… What have I done?” She was very much aware of what she was or did, but for some
reason, she just found herself controlled by lust and needing so much that she didn’t give a
shit about dignity or honor. “Tomorrow’s classes’ll be weird.” She said, letting Himeno rest
her head on her shoulder while Denji disposed of the used condom in the trashcan.

“Come on! It felt good, right?” Despite the shame, Akera nodded, just wishing to scream into
her pillows. Her jaw almost dropped when Denji’s cock twitched for a few times before it
went back to its erect state in just under a minute. Then, Akera felt hot breaths hitting against
her ears, and Himeno whispered. “The fun is still far from over, Akera-chan~”

Unfortunately, every single second of this was all heard by Taiyo standing outside of the
apartment. There were three pairs of shoes in front of the door, and one of them belonged to
Denji. Judging by the moaning and familiar voices, Taiyo just tightly gripped his hands and
stormed away in tears.

Denji... did fuck Taiyo’s sister.

Chapter End Notes

Just finished watching GOW Ragnarok, and I have to say that. Why? Why do you want
Kratos to slaughter Egypt pantheon? Didn't the ending indicate that Kratos let go of his
past and now became the protector of the Nine Realms? The DLC even made it clear
that Kratos will never return to his one dimensional GOW 3 self at all. I find Greek saga
Kratos a bit dull and boring, yet, somehow people still tried to say that he was always
deep from the start. I called it cap.

Some delusional fans still think that Kratos'll one-shot anyone if he didn't hold back, and
that's bullshit. Thor toyed with Kratos at the beginning of the game, even shrugged off a
punch from a fully raged Kratos. Odin was with his son and probably trying to trick him,
then why should Kratos hold back knowing that his son was in danger? Even Odin
trapped him in some spell that Kratos couldn't even escape. My man would be dead if
not for Freya's help. Multiversal Kratos my ass, he couldn't even get through a few
meters of ice. He even struggled to open up some chests, and even had trouble with a
boulder in GOW 2018, the ogre introduction part specifically.

Sorry for the GOW rants. I just hate fanboys who wank characters.

I just noticed something. Two chapters (soon will be three) containing yuri. Yoshida-
Kiga, Akera-Himeno. I swear I don't have any barely disguised lesbian kink or
something.

My next chapter might be the most controversial one I'll have ever made. Featuring
Denji having sex with Quanxi and her harems, it might even reach the r/chainsawfolk
and they'll fucking roast the shit out of it. But... nah, I won't care. Like they said, fanfics
are basically our own reimagination of a story, and I can write that story in my own
interest. I genderbent a bunch of guys, and I can give Denji a much bigger harem if I
want. So, you can write a straight character being gay, and vice versa, right?

I can do whatever I fucking want.

Like damn, I wrote about alternative Denji so much that I forgot how pathetic and dumb
he is in part 2. Bro wasn't applying 'Ignorance is bliss' logic, he is fucking braindead at
this point. And by the way, the artstyle seems to get worse the more we go on, somehow.
Fujimoto, are you okay?
 Reverse Gangbang (Quanxi, Pingtsi, Long, Cosmo, Tsugihagi)
Chapter Summary

Oral sex, Cunnibang, Handcuff play, Cowgirl position, Doggy style, Spanking,
Missionary, Deepthroat.

Chapter Notes

Well, Denji having sex with lesbians, incoming!

Cosmo's name is Kosumo

Long's name is Ryu

See the end of the chapter for more notes

It’s been getting out of hand and annoying to her right now. Quanxi, though calm and
collected from the outside, nearly had a vein pop out of her forehead when Kishibe
approached her with a smile on her face. Again, he tried to persuade her to go to a Chinese
restaurant with him, saying that they served plenty of stuff she might need.

"No." She coldly rejected his offer, but that did little to even shake the vice principal’s
confidence. “ One of my girls suggested a far better place than his. “If you don’t mind, you
should leave me be. I’m working right now.”

“Oh please!” Kishibe pulled a chair beside her and sat down, trying to observe her facial
expression, which remained stoic and blank, something he liked in her. “You won’t regret
this, I can assure you. They have really good roasted ducks and dumplings. Really spicy, to
your liking.”

Quanxi merely raised an eyebrow; though those delicacies were her favorites, she didn’t
easily fall for them. Pingtsi and her usually went wherever the girl suggested, and delicous or
bad it might be, she would still go out with the young girl rather than Kishibe. “No.”

‘Dammit!’ Kishibe still maintained his smiley façade. “Well, if you’re interested, I can show
you a new coffee shop down the street.

“No.”

“You haven’t tried it yet. Maybe you will like it.”

“No.”
“How about the

“No.”

‘Dammit!’ This is beginning to get a little harder for him now. Normally, all of the women he
had seduced fell for him after two days, but now it had been literally over a month, and
Quanxi had yet to even accept any of his offers. He could have fucked a dozen more girls if
he hadn’t spent his time trying to get into Quanxi’s pants. But maybe next time, it might
work.

He stood up; another attempt failed, but he would return. “If you ever change your mind, call
me.” Quanxi mustered a tired sigh when he slid his phone number, which was immediately
thrown into the trashcan once he walked out of the office, on the table.

She could deal with Kishibe, but not every day or every shift. He was like an eyesore to her,
and even when she said she was exclusively into girls multiple times to his face, Kishibe
would just ignorantly brush it off and say that she was deluded by ‘woke’ media from
Murica.

She just wanted peace, and yet Kishibe had to disturb her and everything. Short-term
solutions weren’t what she wanted, but she could not come up with any long-term ones. She
must annoy him out until he gave up or lost interest in her; the latter definitely was not a
possibility.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and when she opened up LINE to see the messenger, a
smile spread across her lips when Kosumo turned out to be the one. “What’s it this time?”

The cutest cosplayer in the whole world

Quanxi-sis!!
I won second place!!
Just behind that Seigi guy...

You

Congrats.
Even if you only get second place, you’re still in first place in my heart.
Have you told the rest of the girls?

The cutest cosplayer in the whole world

Already!
And Denji too!
He said that Seigi’s performance was overrated and his dick was small because of those
glazing muscles.
But that’s too mean.
Huh, Denji again? Quanxi realized that she had been staring at the name for too long, and she
thought he might as well be the long-term solution. But that begs a question: what and how?
Sure, Denji could continue to kiss and play with her breasts in front of Kishibe to tick him
off, but she doubts it would squash his determination for good. Plus, Denji was busy, based
on what he told them, so he certainly could not accompany them all the time.

She swung her leg in thought, wondering if she could come up with a plan or something that
must be very uncomfortable, even for Kishibe’s standard. She lost herself in thoughts for
minutes until she eventually gave up and ignorantly went back to doing her paperwork.
‘Think later.’

Later.

“It stinks that you only got second place! It’s definitely rigged!” Pingtsi had been going on a
rant for an hour now and still talked sh*t about Seigi and his muscles all the time in the
cafeteria. Kosumo was more beautiful than this; Kosumo put in more effort than that; and
Denji just blinked while reluctantly listening to Pingtsi.

Quanxi stayed quietly the whole time while Ryu and Tsugihagi were minding their business
peacefully. Kosumo covered her face in embarrassment when Pingtsi continued to praise her
endlessly. It was loud, but enjoyable for Quanxi.

Denji, however, couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday’s session with his teachers. It was
disasterous for him and Akera, both of whom tried to avoid each other today, even in classes.
She pretended calm on the outside, but Denji still knew she was shameful by that, judging by
the way she cleared her throat whenever she looked at him.

“Hey, Denji. Have any suggestions to tick Kishibe off?” Quanxi asked right beside him, and
he shook his head. That got a sigh from Quanxi. “Well, have any half-baked ideas that we can
desperately use?”

“…”

“I take that as a no, then.”

“When will we get to have sex again?” Pingtsi nudged her white-haired girlfriend in the rib,
and Quanxi’s arm warmly patted on her shoulders as the timid girl relaxed under her touch.
To be honest, it had been a few weeks since they last had an orgy—the girls, obviously—and
now Quanxi might be in the mood for one.

“Well, dear, maybe after school.” She smiled.

“All of us!? Including Denji too? Yay!!” Immediately, that warm smile on Quanxi’s face was
wiped off, replaced by a confused scowl as Pingtsi turned her gaze and pointed at Denji, who
seemed clueless by the gesture.
“No, dear, no." Quanxi suddenly paused, his jaw slowly dropping in realization. Sex, Denji
included... This might be it! Quanxi punched her palm with her fist as her eyes fixated on
Denji again. She now had a plan to annoy Kishibe, and it might be very uncomfortable.

“Denji…” Quanxi wrapped a hand around the unsuspecting boy’s shoulder, her lips forming a
seductive smile as she turned his head across the table. Denji was really confused, not
knowing what to say or even ask, but he somewhat knew about her implication when she
muttered something in his ear. “Come to my house after school.”

Sex, if he wasn’t wrong. Although it might be a reluctant one since Quanxi never seemed
interested in having him have sex with her girls, Denji still agreed to meet up with her at her
house, not knowing what was about to rain down on him.

The girls appeared to be happy to have him join them, and that was exactly what Quanxi
feared. He might take away their attention too much and possibly have them all for himself,
leaving Quanxi alone and untended. Like every single session, Kosumo always muttered how
better it would be if Denji was there, and Quanxi had to personally shut her up with another
round of cunnilingus.

“I hope you can keep up.” Funny, because Denji should have been the one saying that to
Quanxi.

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There was no need to give him her address, as he had once set his foot on her apartment
before, and he fucked Pingtsi senseless afterward. Quanxi wasn’t particularly proud of that
one due to her being forced to have French kisses with the boy by Pingtsi. Quanxi hated that
a lot.

Denji knocked on the door tentatively and heard an excited shout from the other side. Once
the door was opened and Ryu was behind it, she lunged forward to hug him around the waist,
and Denji shyly returned it.

“You came.” Quanxi was setting up something, Denji saw. He stepped into the apartment,
Ryu locking the door as soon as he took off his shoes, and he noticed that the rest of the girls
were cuddling on the sofa while watching Quanxi fix a camera. Denji didn’t know what it
was for, but the girls sure did.

He acted obdient, being sat down on the couch by Ryu, who then came to sit down beside
him and mumbled a simple world. “Hug…” Denji did as she wished and watched as Quanxi
finished setting up the tripod and the camera. The girls couldn’t hold their excitement and
whispered to each other, except for Tsugihagi, for obvious reasons, about the imminent orgy.

“It’s done, girls.” Quanxi smiled and turned on the camera, and immediately the girls all
jumped behind the couch, leaving Denji cluelessly sitting in the middle of the seat. He felt
like prey to a bunch of lionesses right now. “Smile at the camera, Denji.” From behind,
Quanxi ordered him, and he did as he was told.

The five girls all giggled and stood behind the couch, each one of them eyeing him with a
big, fat smile on their face as Denji shyly showed his toothy grin to the camera while the girls
loomed over him. Denji felt like he was like that one particular girl, surrounded by five big
black men.

Trust me, the full video sucked.

Denji gulped, his heart beating faster as he heard the sounds of pants being taken off and
dropped to the floor. Pingtsi commented about him being shy, while Quanxi said that he
would be drained dry before the main thing could even start. A drop of sweat trickled down
his forehead when the couch noticeably shifted when the girls crawled up to him with their
legwear removed, presenting him with their pussies.

“What is it called? I heard that a girl sucking multiple dicks is referred to as a blowbang, I
think. Pingtsi hummed in thought.

“Licking pussy is cunnilingus.” Quanxi spoke, observing the awkward Denji, clearly
overwhelmed by the girls. “Maybe something like... Cunnibang?” It sounded cheesy, but that
was all she could come up with for the name. “Either way, I still believe that he won’t come
out of this place alive soon.” Quanxi, right in front of him, spread her lips with her fingers to
show him her pussycat. “Eat me out.”

Realizing that Denji could only pleasure only three girls at the time, Ryu and Kosumo had to
position the camera by themselves so that they could capture multiple angles. Denji hesitantly
poked out his tongue, but Quanxi forcefully thrust her hip forward and placed her vulva
directly in his mouth, gritting her teeth as Denji began to work up his tongue.

His hands were guided to the other two girls’ pussies while Quanxi pressed on his head
harder, degrading him with vulgar words as his tongue dug deeper inside of her. The white-
haired woman occasionally checked on the camera to see if it was recording or not, and she
sighed in relief when two of her girls had already handled it.

It was humiliating, to say the least. Denji couldn’t imagine the sheer embarrassment and
shame of pleasuring all three girls at once. However, Quanxi seemed to be taking joy in
seeing him like this, her smirk slowly widening once she released Denji to let him regain his
breath, but that short break was immediately over when Pingtsi said it was her turn and
moved his head to her vulva.

“Flick my bean! Flick my bean!” Pingtsi suppressed a moan when Denji managed to locate
her clitoral area with no effort. Quanxi felt a hand crawling from her calf upward to her
crotch, knowing that it was Denji’s hand. Pingtsi slowly got more enthusiastically, it seems,
considering that she was strongly gripping on his hair while ordering him to finger her. With
that, his hand no longer lingered on Quanxi’s skin, but she did not need him to sassify her
anyway.

She turned to the side to face Tsugihagi and urged the mute girl to have a long kiss with her,
and she reciprocated without any hesitation in her gestures. Like usual, the girl’s kiss was
slow, in contrast to Quanxi’s forceful one, but their difference in dynamics added more fun to
the mix, something Quanxi really loved in each of her girls.

Kosumo and Ryu began to finger each other, Denji fully devoting all of his focus to Pingtsi
while Quanxi’s hands roamed around Tsugihagi’s petite figure, her fingers dancing and
tapping on the girl’s skins before they drastically went down to fingering her pussycat.
Tsugihagi was taken aback by the surprise sensation when the white-haired woman slid her
fingers inside, muttering about the warmth and wetness coating her fingers to Tsugihagi.

Denji was rock-hard right now, gritting and groaning about the tightness he was having in his
jeans. He just wanted to get rid of his clothes in an instant, but Quanxi and the girls forbade
him, saying that he had to do whatever they told him to, with no complaints or protests. Denji
was relatively fine with that, but considering how freaky some of the girls might be, he
readied himself.

Pingtsi’s body noticably shook, and her skin slowly flushed as her whimpers increased in
loudness and rapidity. From those signs, Denji knew that Pingtsi was overloaded with
sensation all over her nose region, and the girl held her breath when her chest tightened,
making it harder to breathe properly. She wasn’t anywhere near orgasm, but the
overwhelming pleasure continuously caused her leg muscles to clench as Denji’s tongue
pressed on, his hands grabbing both sides of her thighs.

Quanxi should have told them to do this in their bedrooms, but like Kosumo said, they should
try more ‘exotic’ places to have sex. A couch was not as comfortable as she thought, though.
“Girls, he seems pent-up.” Quanxi turned her gaze to Denji, who immediately gasped as
Pingtsi pushed him away before she collapsed on the sofa, panting heavily. Even though he
was wearing jeans, she could still see the bulge twitching behind that thick legwear, and her
girls all curiously surrounded him.

“Take it off!” Kosumo pointed at him with an abnormally big grin on her face. Denji rested
on the sofa while the four girls swarmed around him like vultures around a corpse. Instead of
being eaten, he would be sucked dry. When Denji pinched both sides of his waistband and
pulled it down, the girls’ cheeks became as red as a tomato when they saw the bulge
concealed by his underwear. Quanxi’s face didn’t have any reaction to that, as she was a
lesbian.

“Dick…” Ryu mumbled, his jaw dropping when he also pulled down his underwear, showing
them his throbbing manhood to the girls as they all gasped in awe. Saved for Tsugihagi, all of
them had had it inside of them once, but Pingtsi noticed that it was slightly bigger than the
last time, or was it because of how pent-up he was? Either way, it was more than they could
handle on their own.
“Something is leaking out!” Pingtsi’s eyes widened when a drop of cumin leaked out of his
peehole, and at first, the girls thought it was pee. Quanxi already knew what it was, but she
deemed it too funny to see her girls poking and toying with his rigid cock. One of them,
specifically Ryu, decided to lick on the cum by herself under the wide eyes of her girlfriends.

“Salty…” Ryu clicked her tongue, her eyes visibly narrowing from how uncomfortable the
scent of his semen was. It was not so delicious, in her opinion, so she made an X cross with
her arms, shaking her head to signal her girlfriends not to lick that. But that did little to
squash their curiousity, and the girls all urged him to do that again.

“I want to try that!” Pingtsi shook him by the shoulders.

“Sure…” The girls, saved for Quanxi, smiled brightly as Denji pointed at his dick. “You guys
just need to... suck me off. You know blowjob?” There was a pregnant pause between them
until Kosumo broke the ice with her usually cheery squeaks and then engulfed the hard tip of
his cock wholly, followed by her girls, who all hesitantly went along for the ride.

This was a very, very different experience for Denji, whose cock was now being licked and
kissed by the four girls. Four—that was a very big number, after all. While Kosumo was
licking and sucking on the glans, Pingtsi and Ryu silently competed over who should take
care of his shaft. After a while, Tsugihagi carefully observed before deciding to cup his balls,
as it was the only thing she could do.

At last, the two bickering girls quickly kissed and made up, much to Quanxi’s content, and
the two of them decided to share the honor by taking care of each side of his shaft. Denji was
pleased to see the girls all working in harmony and coordination. Although they clearly
lacked experience in blowjobs and the like, Denji was more than content to have all of them
pleasuring him at the same time. His legs shakily convulsed as Kosumo began to dare to bob
her head down further, with half of his length inside her throat already.

Ryu and Pingtsi’s lips chafed against the rigid cock before they both paused their jobs to kiss
each other tentatively, making sure that Denji was carefully observing them. Sadly, before
Denji could even comment about them, his point of view was blocked off by someone’s
pussycat. “Quanxi-sensei?” The white-haired beauty didn’t say anything and sat on his face,
relaxing her entire body to add more weight to his poor face.

“I hate to be left out.” She bluntly said, ordering him to orally satisfy her, which he did
without a protest. “Good." With that done, she could now focus her attention and love on her
girlfriends fully. Almost instantly, Kosumo’s wet mouth left his cock and soon found
Quanxi’s awaiting lips. The white-haired teacher sighed against the soft lips of her pink-
haired girlfriend, saying that his cock reeked of semen and foulness.

Quanxi pressed her hands on his chest strongly, thrusting her hips forward to chafe her
mound against his mouth. Force of habit, it was. Her instinct made it look like she was
scissoring, so it was no strange sight to see her grinding her pussycat against Denji’s face.
She hates to admit it, but Denji sure had a lot of experience with that mouth of his.

A long huff, then Quanxi exhaled out when Denji gripped her thighs to stop her grinding just
so he could steadily perform cunnilingus on her. Althogh clearly showed disdain, judging by
the fact that she was gritting her teeth with a scowl. All of her displeasures rapidly evaporated
when Denji pressed his face harder, wildly whirling his tongue inside of her vagina with clear
intent to make her cum.

She is a tough woman. Quanxi didn’t just let herself give in to Denji that easily. To rival his
fierceness, she, in return, released her weight and grinded her crotch harder, also
simutenaously beginning to toy with his nipples while the rest of her girls still ran their
tongues and lips across his dick. Denji proved himself to not be as weak as Quanxi and
attempted to turn the tide by rubbing his lower lip against her clitoris.

Denji swore that he heard a faint moan from Quanxi, but knowing the personality of the
white-haired gal, she most likely would just deny that and say men are worse at sex. Even
though he was undoubtedly better than her girlfriends at this kind of act, Quanxi would still
stubbornly choose her girlfriends over Denji. Her smile of rapture returned when Ryu urged
her into having a kiss with her, and Quanxi gladly fulfilled her wish.

“Omh smhit!” His voice was muffled, and through a bit of effort, Quanxi thought that he said
oh sh*t, which could indicate that he was either suffocating or on the verge of orgasm. The
first possibility might be wrong as he didn’t signal by tapping her ass, so the second one,
then.

“Girls, Denji’s about to cum.” She gave them a heads-up. With that, the girls stopped
smooching their lips with each other and hastily went back to kissing and sucking his dick
again. Quanxi neutrally watched as Kosumo tried to insert her tongue inside of Denji’s
peehole. His twitches became more intense under her as orgasm drew near, but she still
forcefully blocked off his mouth and reminded him to do his job.

Denji’s first load shot at Kosumo’s happy face, almost hitting the poor girl in the eyes. The
young girls were all gasping in awe and bafflement as Denji’s rod of meat began leaking out
more and more of a weird salty liquid, Ryu would say. A large portion of the orgasm stained
Tsugihagi’s face; Pingtsi was affected, but only a small margin on her chest, while Ryu was
still untouched. “Stinks… too…” Ryu mumbled the obvious fact as ever.

Quanxi visibly scowled at the mess Denji made on her girlfriends, and so she punished him
by grinding harder on his face. Since he was still recovering from the lack of air and orgasm,
he almost had no strength to retaliate against her forcefulness, giving in entirely to her. “You
think you are here because we welcome you? Oh no, Denji." She finally lifted her body up,
granting Denji air and light as her smirky face entered his point of view. “You’re our toy, for
the time being.”

She leaned down to give him a kiss on the lips, with her tongue dancing around his own as if
she were urging him to do it French style. Denji quickly regained his strength but thought it
wouldn’t hurt much to have some sloppy French kisses with her. Meanwhile, the other girls
were smearing semen on each other’s faces, giggling loudly before Tsugihagi began to lick
the seminal fluid off Kosumo’s pretty face, and the cosplay-crazed girl gently returned the
affection before their lips met again.

Pingtsi slowly brought the other girl, Ryu, into a deep kiss, with the quiet girl often trailing
her tongue across the enthusiastic girl’s face to clean the semen off her face. Although Ryu
herself said that it was salty, the girl still eagerly licked all of the reek content off her
girlfriend’s face.

Denji now knew of Quanxi’s hidden side, which was way more violent and forceful than he
could imagine. She pinned him down; one of her hands had enough strength to keep him
lying on the couch still; even Denji couldn’t break out of her grasp despite having the stamina
to extend the intercourse to hours. From the look of it, it’s safe to say that Denji and his
pelvis were in danger.

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Like he predicted, the girls and Quanxi are not to be underestimated by any means. Denji was
certainly deceived by the four girls’ cheery and innocent appearance, not knowing that
behind those masks were sexual deviants ready to suck him dry. Bite marks, hickeys, and
even bruises were all over his body, a result of a few hours of intense fucking they had.

Despite that, Denji was still full of energy, which surprised Quanxi. Slowly, her image of
Denji weakly unable to keep up with them slowly vanished, but still, she still thought that
Denji would exhaust himself once she got to have a solo session with him, just after
Tsugihagi and Ryu had their fun first.

Sighing, Quanxi complained about the smell of this room, reeking of semen and sweats.
Pingtsi came to nudge her in the ribs with a contented smile, a long stream of cum leaking
out of her holes and dripping on Quanxi’s thighs. That didn’t irritate her much. To be honest,
having Denji in their organization does somewhat add some excitement—well, at least to her
girls, not her.

Denji was thrusting his hips evenly, panting heavily, while Ryu, whose wrists were held by a
pair of handcuffs, was behind him, nipping and clawing on Denji’s necks and biceps as a
whole, while Tsugihagi was on all fours, her inside being ravaged by Denji’s cock
relentlessly. The four girls attempted to tire him out, but all methods were proven useless, and
Denji was still full of energy as an initiate.

He held Ryu by the chin and abruptly kissed her with aggression. Quanxi’s interest somewhat
increased when Denji strongly gripped the mute girl’s waist and continued to thrust faster
than before. Not only that, but he also managed to subdue Ryu relatively easily with only a
few deep kisses, and now the girl was on the bedsheet, whimpering as Denji began to finger
her pussycat gently.

His barrage of thrusts stopped, followed by the warmth feeling inside Tsugihagi before she
realized that Denji had shot his load inside of her. Denji didn’t waste any time pulling out and
sticking his flaccid cock inside of Ryu next, and continued to thrust like usual. He planted
quick kisses on the gasping Ryu’s neck and collarbone, and then lifted her body up by the
waist.

Tsugihagi tiredly let her body collapse on the bed, breathing heavily as she felt the bed
violently shaking from Denji’s constant thrusts. The mute girl sensed a slight shift on her
right side and opened her eyes to see Pingtsi, who was smiling at her, and decided to lie down
beside Tsugihagi, hugging her tentatively.

Denji shuddered when the cold metallic chain of the handcuffs wrapped around his neck as
Ryu threw her head back, moaning louder and mumbling ‘faster’ rather shakily. Having
translated her request, Denji did as she asked and went more forcefully and hard on her, as
Ryu wished. Denji bit his lips as Ryu’s red skin curled against his, their sweats mixing
together.

Out of all, Ryu was the most feral one, after all. She always clawed, bit, and left a bunch of
small scratches on his back if he dared to hurt her, even if it was unintentional. Tsugihagi was
chill; Pingtsi and Kosumo were easy to handle, as he just needs to know what they like and
what they really dislike. Quanxi, on the other hand, was a tough one. Denji barely had any
idea of her preferences or anything about her, except for the fact that she was very lesbian
and perhaps too forceful.

“I will mess you up even more.” Not gonna lie, that line of hers sounded dope.

“Quanxi-sensei!” Denji managed to grab her attention with a single shout. Quanxi merely
raised an eyebrow in disinterest as the boy pointed at the girls, all tiredly resting and
regaining strength after long hours of continuous fucking. “Guess what? I messed them up
more than you could do!”

That got a snicker from Quanxi, but quickly a frown replaced her sarcasm. “You are
challenging me?” Definitely, he was. Denji even had a prideful grin on his face as Ryu
needily hugged him, and her teeth sunk into the flesh of his shoulder to draw some blood.
Although it itched—more like it really hurt him—Denji gritted his teeth and tried his best to
ignore the pain. And the rash grew more painful as his tip touched the girl’s cervix. “Sure.”

“What?”

“Challenge. Accepted.” Quanxi smirked as she wrapped a hand around Kosumo, who, though
tired, was more than happy to continue her session with the white-haired woman. As if she
were so light, Quanxi harshly brought Kosumo and gently laid the girl down on the bed
before her mouth began to assualt the girl’s nipples. That quick fierceness from Quanxi easily
drew a moan from Kosumo.

"So, mind telling me the rule?” Denji grinned at her and stopped thrusting for a while.
Quanxi held her own chin in thought, her eyes temporarily drifting away. She looked down at
Kosumo, who was having the biggest grin she had ever seen, and Ryu was weakly panting to
recover her breaths. “Whoever makes one of the girls cum first wins, got it?” The rule was
simple, and Denji responded with a grin and a thumbs-up. “Good. Start now.”
Denji pulled out, which earned an angry groan from Ryu, but it was quickly replaced by a
loud moan when Denji slid his fingers deep inside of her cunt and started to wriggle and rock
her inside. Her soft vaginal walls spasmed and clenched around his two fingers. Wetness
fully soaked the two entering fingers, and Denji brushed his thumb against Ryu’s hard clitoral
area, and Denji was bold enough to start licking her nipples.

Quanxi was as relentless as he was, constantly toying with her girlfriend’s neck and arms.
She didn’t immediately have her fingers on any of her sensitive body parts; instead, Quanxi
ran her tongue slowly across Kosumo’s sweat-soaked skin, giving the pink-haired girl
shudders and excitement. “Relax your body. Let it be driven by instinct.” She mumbled to
Kosumo’s ears, and just as the girl finally relaxed her legs, Quanxi had one of her hands
sliding down across the girl’s chest down to the loins. “Good girl.”

The boy was a tad bit disappointed that they didn’t flirt with each other; Akera and Himeno
even spent a few minutes trying to figure out how that thing worked. And Denji somehow
was turned on to see them rubbing their vulvas against each other. He was immediately
pulled out of his fantasy when Ryu’s moans reached his ears, and seeing how her legs slightly
twitched, Denji unknowingly flashed Quanxi a smirk of sastification. “I’m winning!”

“No, you aren’t.” Quanxi still had yet to admit defeat, noticably getting a little rougher and
harsher on Kosumo, whose mouth couldn’t stop the rapid and loud moans. Pingtsi and
Tsugihagi both sat up with a gleeful smile as Denji and Quanxi still competed fiercely, with
neither side ready to give up. Denji could have made Ryu cum sooner if he performed some
cunnilingus, but since he stuck his dick inside of her more than once today, some fingering is
fine.

Quanxi softly kissed Kosumo’s neck, sighing against the shaky skin of the convulsing girl,
and magically, Kosumo’s body slowly softened and became less stiff. Quanxi had a small
smile on her face before she kissed the girl on the cheek. “Now, would you cum for me?” It
was both a request and a question, but Kosumo’s mind, at this point, was so hazy and empty
that she couldn’t verbally answer it. And so, all she could do was give Quanxi a nod, which
pleased the white-haired woman by a large margin.

Denji knew that Ryu was close, judging by how rapid her gasps were getting, and so he
sucked harder on her tits and tried to insert his fingers deeper. But the more pleasure she felt,
the more violent her thrash got. Ryu’s nails created multiple streaks of red marks across his
shoulder and chest as Denji still maintained his pace, even feeling daring enough to press on
the spongy part of her flesh tunnel.

Quanxi’s fingers, however, were slow but loving enough, unlike how unsually fast she acted.
Kosumo curled up like a ball and hugged her as orgasm was slowly being built up inside of
her northern region. Kosumo’s a girl who is easy to orgasm, so Quanxi had already planned
this from the start after all. The teacher could feel Kosumo’s body shuddering before she
heard a screech. Then, Quanxi’s lips curled up into a big smile once she felt wetness hitting
her palm and heard a sigh of defeat from Denji. “Fine… You win.”

“I told you I’m far more experienced than you.” Denji just blew a raspberry and raised his
arms in defeat. Quanxi gave the girl a few quick kisses before gently laying her on the bed
again. Tsugihagi and Pingtsi crawled up to the heavily panting girl as Quanxi turned her
attention to Denji. “Still, I respect you for picking Ryu. She is very hard to squirt. I could
have picked Pingtsi, though.”

“Fine! What’s the punishment?” Weirdly, Denji just narrowed his eyes when Quanxi went to
grab the camera.

Quanxi checked the camera, seeing that it had been recording for four hours already. Fucking
Jesus! “Oh dear, it has been nearly 10 PM already?” Quanxi’s face remained stoic, and she
turned off the camera, and that decision earned a few grunts of disapproval from the girls.
“Sorry, girls. But later.”

“Not… fair…” Ryu muttered in sadness, giving the pair of handcuffs back to Quanxi.

“I want to have another round with Denji!” Pingtsi threw a fist up in the air.

“Wanna scissor with me?!” Kosumo excitedly asked her mute girl, who gladly accepted the
offer in a heartbeat.

“Denji.” The boy looked at Quanxi, who was having an unsually wide smirk on her face. “A
solo session we shall have together. Just two of us. That’s the punishment.” It sounded more
like the opposite.

“Why?”

Quanxi just shrugged her shoulders. “Let’s just say that I want to record an hour-long video
for a certain person.” Denji gulped, not knowing if his pelvis could endure being bounced on
for an hour, at least. Bimu’s weekend session should help, right?

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Pingtsi really disliked having the fun stalled, but at least one of her wishes was fulfilled.
“Hold the camera still!” Kosumo lightly patted the girl with a ridiculous ponytail on the back.
The four girls slowly and gently fingered each other while Denji and Quanxi were having a
moment for themselves.

To make things more erotic, Quanxi had the boy’s hands cuffed to the headboard slat, having
him obediently lying on the bed still while Quanxi was sucking on and kissing his cock with
a clear lack of enthusiasm in it. Her face carried no emotion or excitement at all, as if she
were forced to do this, while in reality, it was the opposite.

“This is quite kinky.” Denji could barely move his arms around due to the handcuffs, but
being given a head from Quanxi was rewarding enough for him not to complain about the
discomfort. His cock occasionally hit against the entrance of her throat, and Quanxi didn’t
shy away from the idea of sliding it deeper inside her throat.

“This cock has tasted all of my girls’ pussies, hasn’t it? You’re quite resilient, Denji.” She
eyed him, speaking in a completely neutral tone that made her mysteriously seductive. The
girls cooed louder once they saw how Denji’s body was convulsing. From that sign, Quanxi
knew he was about to bust a nut, so she stroked his cock harder, attempting to stimulate him
more by dancing her tongue on his hard red glans.

Despite having prepared, Quanxi still slightly flinched when a streak of semen hit her
flawless face, but she still reacted fast enough to engulf the tip and kept stroking his cock at a
faster pace. Still having a blank expression on her face, her throat visibly moved as Denji
continued to shoot more loads inside of her warm mouth. Despite the unbearable smell and
taste, she still swallowed them all in one long gulp and opened her mouth to prove it to him.

“Taste worse than my girls’ squirt.” Of course, she would say that. Denji’s dick flopped on
his loins when she stopped holding his back by the base. Quanxi turned around to face her
girlfriends, all of whom carried a big smile on their faces, and gave her a thumbs-up. “So, did
you capture that?”

“It’s perfect, Quanxi-sis!” Pingtsi squeaked in excitement. It was a spectacular sight to see
Quanxi, who, though messing up a little, still maintained her calm and cool demeanor.
Kosumo praised her for her ability to flawlessly drink his cum, while Ryu and Tsugihagi were
still playing with each other’s breasts lovingly. “I never knew you could do that.”

“I had to watch cheesy, disgusting straight porn for that. It’s no big deal.” Quanxi swiped the
long streak of seminal fluid off her face, and while she could use a tissue to clean it off, she
chose to lick it from her fingertips. She could hear her girls’ gasps of surprise, and from that,
she guessed that Denji’s rod of meat rose up again. “Now, shall we continue?”

“Sure…” Denji gave her a response. Quanxi took a deep breath before crawling toward him
again. The closer she approached, the more anxious Denji became, and when she sat on his
belly, supporting herself by pressing both of her hands on his flat chest, she hovered her
entrance above his fully erect cock before slowly inserting it inside of her. Quanxi nearly let
out a moan when the tip managed to kiss her cervix. The pain started a little intense before
slowly transgressing into pleasure, and Quanxi gave him a malicious smirk.

“Let’s see who will be more messed up.” In contrast to her semi-gente side with the girls,
Quanxi violently bounced on him, and both parties spent a few seconds gasping and moaning
from the pleasure from the deep penetration. Quanxi nearly betrayed herself, but after a few
seconds of blisfully enjoying Denji’s pained reaction, she started to ride him vigorously.

This is much, much more punishing than Bimu!

Denji’s loud and rapid moans filled the room as Quanxi’s ass slapped against his thighs. Her
enthusiasm grew, just like his moans, and she took great pleasure in seeing him all
whimpering and biting his lips to endure the pain and pleasure as well. Quanxi was no
different than him, tightly shutting her eyes and gritting her teeth while riding him in a strong
and dominant manner. The white-haired woman’s skin uncannily became redder over time,
but that didn’t mean her aggressiveness was toned down.

Instead of going softer on him, Quanxi unexpectedly gripped her hand on his neck, gasping at
a fast pace as she eyed him as if he were an eyesore to her. Denji couldn’t breathe, but
somewhat, he still flashed her a shaky grin; he was fucking turned on! “Is that all you got,
Quanxi-sensei?” She just merely tilted her head and said nothing, and Denji quickly
swallowed his eyes when she got even faster. “Ah, my hips!!”

She choked him with a little bit of force, but that enough grip around his neck blocked his
throat completely, and not only that, but she was riding him and clearing, enjoying seeing
him so vulnerable in front of her. The girls, although fearing for Denji’s sake, couldn’t help
but finger each other harder at the erotic sight in front of the bed, mumbling that they were
scared of seeing Quanxi like that.

Denji, whose hands were cuffed and unable to move, could feel his skin go blue from the lack
of oxygen, and yet Quanxi didn’t feel like she was going to release him anywhere soon. Her
grip tightened, and her bounces began to get wilder and more uncontrollable. Each time her
ass met his loins, Denji felt like he was in both heaven and hell at the same time, bliss and
pain, and certainly Denji couldn’t feel his hips right now.

The bed was on the verge of breaking badly! Even though it was still very new and durable,
the frames could barely put themselves together to endure Denji and Quanxi’s intense love-
making process. Now, the boy just wished to get rid of these stupid handcuffs, but then he
noticed that it was nearly impossible to breathe, and he was about to meet his ancestors soon.

Luckily, just a second after he lost his life, Quanxi suddenly relaxed her body and stopped all
of her violent inflictions on the poor boy. Denji barely had any strength left to even start
breathing, and when the white-haired woman tried to regain her breath, her uterus was
literally burning. “Ah…” Even Denji was surprised that she even called for a little break to
rest, but unfortunately for her, he had gotten some help.

“Rarely do we get to see her like that.” Pingtsi and Ryu came to his side and helped him take
off the handcuffs. “And we want you to keep this up!” Once Denji no longer felt the
uncomfortable tightness around his wrists, he immediately lunged at Quanxi and hungrily
nipped on her tits without permission. Albeit surprised, Quanxi had predicted that retaliation
before, so she just let things happen in his favor.

Quanxi had more than enough energy to push him away, but since she was curious to see
what Denji would do to him, she willingly gave herself to him, and immediately, Denji held
her by the waist and positioned her on all fours. “Let’s see; you will be messed up first!”
Both of them grunted as Denji inserted his cock inside of her pussycat.

Quanxi’s fingers dug deep into the bedsheet as Denji’s thrust shifted from slow to fast and
unforgiving. He was very determined to punish her for what she had done to him earlier, and
yet a grin of contentment spread across her lips, and she just said it on the spot. “Weak.”
Denji was offended by the statement, and to wipe off that smirk, he began to spank her ass
hard.
That drew a fake moan from her, Denji realized. And so he slapped her again, but harder this
time. This time, Quanxi couldn’t contain the honest moan leaking out of her mouth and
turned around to flash him a shaky smirk on her face. "Not hard enough. Is that all you can
do?” She liked it rough, didn’t she?

Denji’s shoulders twitched in frustation, but then he had an idea. A very brutal one. “No,
Quanxi-sensei, I have plenty of tricks.” Paback time, it is. Denji’s hands snaked on her
slender back tentatively, tapping and carressing on her skin until he stopped at her nape. Still
baffled and confused, Quanxi realized it was too late when Denji had his hands around her
neck, but she was not easy to break at all.

Realizing one hand was enough, Denji used his other free hand to pull her ponytail.
Surprisingly, Quanxi did groan when her head was yanked back by Denji. “Bitch…” She
mumbled under her breath and was interrupted by a moan once her cervix was punched by
his tip. Denji didn’t want to hurt his partner, so he just gently grabbed her neck and pulled her
ponytail instead. “If you even pluck even one strand of my hair off, you are dead meat.’ Denji
didn’t take the threat seriously and moaned louder against her ears as her walls tightened
around his cock needily.

The girls all watched in awe as Denji licked on the white-haired woman’s jawline and the
back of her neck while her breasts bounced and slapped each other each time Denji’s base
met her mound. Even though Denji couldn’t push it deeper as the cervix was the limit, he
didn’t plan to go easy on her and forcefully grinded their bodies together, whispering
something to her ears. “It looks like you’re broken, Quanxi.” He felt so fucking prideful that
he didn’t bother to call her Quanxi-sensei.

“Shut up.” A moan quickly ended their banter, with Denji kissing and leaving hickeys on her
neck while still maintaining a fast pace. The girls all fingered each other harder, as the only
sounds present in this room were their moans and the repulsive sounds of flesh slapping each
other. Quanxi’s knees eventually grew weaker, and she almost collapsed on the ground due to
the imminent orgasm she was experiencing.

But Quanxi was still as stubborn as ever and kept telling herself that Denji was no better than
her girls. She gritted her teeth and tried to tense her body as much as possible to prevent
herself from cumming. Denji, however, was very observant and cunning. “Relax your body.”
Denji mumbled to her ears, presumably smirking. “Let it be driven by instinct.”

“Damn you… Stealing other people’s catchphrase now, huh?” Quanxi’s lower body shook
when her body reached the climax. Denji could feel something staining his thighs and
dripping down, and he just had a big grin as he watched Quanxi go into spasms and pant.
Sweats soaked both of their skins, and Denji gave her ass one good slap before pulling out.

“Eh, you got messed up first!”

Humilatedly, Quanxi admitted defeat, but that sense of mortification only fueled her
bitterness, and she sat up again and turned to her girls. “Did you capture all of that?”

“It was… WONDERFUL!” Kosumo was out of breath and in awe. “10 minutes in, and you
two have already got me more hooked than my favorite porn video!”
“One question, Quanxi-sis?” The teacher gave Pingtsi permission to ask a question. “Why are
we seperating two videos instead of doing it as one?”

“That four-hour one is for ourselves, minus Denji, of course. But this one…” She snapped
her fingers. “will be sent to someone.” Pingtsi nodded and said that she had no more
questions. “Now, it’s still far from over. Girls, what are your suggestions for some positions?”

“Missionary!” Pingtsi raised her arm up.

As requested, Denji and Quanxi both got down to business again. The teacher insisted on
being on top, but after a friendly wrestling match on the bed, Denji ended up on top of her,
and Quanxi lied on the bed with a disinterested look. The boy hungrily bit her and sucked on
her nipples while his hips couldn’t stop thrusting. Each thrust equaled her cervix getting
jabbed, and Denji quickly busted a nut inside of her after a while.

“Against the window!” Kosumo shouted.

This time was way too kinky and risky, no less. To add more excitement to that, Quanxi fully
opened up the curtains, and Denji pressed her entire body against the glass panes. Thankfully,
no one could see them from outside unless they had binoculas. They both shared a sloppy
kiss while Denji had his hands roaming across her lower body, feeling up the dripping
wetness in her thighs.

Tsugihagi patted her lap, and Denji instantly got her idea.

The boy sat Quanxi on his lap, and both of them had their arms wrapped around each other’s
waists. Weirdly, Tsugihagi kindly asked them to go gentle, which was weird considering how
wild and feral Denji and Quanxi were at first. Quanxi’s hot breath brushed his blonde hair,
while Denji’s wet tongue swiped across the skin of her chest and bosom. The bitter taste of
her sweat quickly dried his tongue, but Denji still kept going on.

“Deep…throat…” Ryu was the last one to suggest.

Denji rammed his cock forcefully down her throat. Quanxi’s saliva muffled her own choking
sounds, and she held onto his thighs for support as he picked up the pace. She shut her eyes
tight while his cock mercilessly punched her throat. Denji’s moans grew louder and louder,
and they anticlimactically died down when Quanxi swallowed nearly his entire length as he
began to cum inside of her. Not stopping at that, he slightly pushed his cock down her throat
to make sure that not a single drop was spilled.

Even Quanxi’s cunt was leaking out squirts after he pulled it out, and he happily smiled as
Quanxi tried to gulp down all of the thick semen. “Oh shit…” Denji let himself sit on the
mattress with a loud thud, seemingly having no energy left to even stand up. His dick was
completely flaccid, and he couldn’t even feel his hips anymore. “Is… it… one hour yet?”

“Nearly two hours!” Pingtsi turned off the camera and handed it to Quanxi, whose face
carried a smile. Although none of them had the slightest idea of who she was sending the
video to, the girls didn’t dwell on that question much and crawled to Denji. Of course, he said
he needed a few minutes to rest.
“Well, did I say the fun is over, Denji?” Quanxi turned around with a smirk, and from that
moment on, Denji’s pelvis wasn’t going to be the only thing to break.

A few hours later,.

“Ah, that Mika girl certainly gave me one of the best heads ever. Still, I'm not going to call
her again.” Kishibe went home after spending some good hours at the bar. Once entering, a
sigh escaped his mouth when he saw another pair of shoes in front of the door, knowing that
Kiga was also here. “Sex, sex, sex. Can’t the kids think of something else other than that?
Only adults can talk about such a topic.”

His phone immediately vibrated, and he unenergically pulled it out, and his eyes widened
when Quanxi was turned out to be the sender. “Oh wow, a video, I see.” He chuckled as he
walked to his room. Then, his phone rang again, and he saw Quanxi messenging something
below the video.

Quanxi

It looks like someone got what you wanted.

You

???

Quanxi

Play the video if you have the balls.

I'm sure you will cry.

It was nearly two hours long, and Kishibe had no idea what it could possibly contain. Still,
the young vice principal tapped on the triangle symbol to play the video, and then he
regretted it.

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“Oh my God! Sir, are you alright? Wait, Kishibe-san!?” Akera and Himeno all rushed to the
uncannily old man sitting on the bench in the backyard of the school. Initially, they thought
that a homeless man got inside, but further inspection proved that it was, in fact, Kishibe.
“What happened?”

“Nothing…” He looked like he was in his motherfucking 50s already. An unkempt beard
concealed his emotion, and he was drinking his 13th bottle of whisket aleady. “Depression hit.
And it hit hard.” Both of the female teachers worriedly patted Kishibe, or the old man, on the
back, and they decided to hear out his story, but Kishibe refused to tell them the truth.

“Hayakawa-sensei, Himeno-sensei…” Kishibe’s eyes turned red and hostile once he heard
Denji’s voice behind them. “Who is that old geezer over there?”

“Denji, be polite. It’s vice principal, Kishibe.” Hayakawa lightly scolded him, and Denji
apologized to her for his choice of words. Although Kishibe was still immobile, he was still
very, very pissed and wanted to maul Denji alive, and that urge grew stronger when the boy
had the audacity to walk up to him and giggle.

“Oh, I get it. He got rejected by Quanxi-sensei!”

“Quanxi, the new intern teacher?”

“Yeah… He tried to flirt with her, but sadly, she’s only into girls exclusively.”

“So, that woman is a lesbian. Now I know that.” Himeno smirked and sympathetically patted
Kishibe to give him some comfort, not knowing the kind of look the vice principal was
giving the boy.

“You know, she wouldn’t be so hostile and hateful toward you if you didn’t force her to go
out with you. She said that she liked girls, and that’s her sexuality, her preference. The more
you force yourself on her, the more resentful she will be toward you. You can’t change that,
and we should respect their orientation.” Denji crossed his arms, but that philosophy,
however, even fueled Kishibe’s anger.

“…” Akera didn’t expect Denji to be like this.

“There’s plenty of fish in the ocean, Kishibe-san.” Himeno gave him one last pat before
leaving along with her new girlfriend. “Remember that!” Now that no one else could witness
the scene, Kishibe stood up, and Denji still didn’t know what was to come.

Kishibe initially had his hands on the boy’s shoulders, and that sign was mistakenly taken as
a hug by Denji. “Okay…” He didn’t expect that Kishibe would suddenly get him into a
chokehold. "Wait, what the fuck, Kishibe-sensei!? What did I do?”

“Denji.” Kishibe growled. “I heard that you like having your neck choked by Quanxi, right?
Oh, I will give you the same treatment. Let’s make it more exciting, shall we?”

“What the fuc-

Chapter End Notes

So, a chapter of Denji having intense, crazy baby-making session with the lesbians is
over. Yeah... I think that... I might have discovered the forbidden power of being an AO3
author. Like artists could draw whatever they want... then I... can write whatever I want.
Just because I can, and I have the guts to do that. You need not fear me. You just have to
fear my madness and addled mind instead. Why should I stop at this? I could write
much more messed up stuff... I have completely lost my mind... I want more
Denji/Quanxi stuff.

Anyway, Happy Lunar New Year, everybody! I hope you all have a good year and great
time with families. Well, I messed up already so 2025 shall be my year! Also, I got
about 2 million dong, which is about 100 US dollars, in just a few days of Tet. Doing a
little bit of grinding lately.

I have an idea of a God of War harem fic, named Rizzler of Sparta or cheesier one like
God of Rizz. I mean, just look at his face. It radiates pure energy of Spartan rizz.

https://www.reddit.com/r/GodofWar/comments/zy2trj/my_reaction_to_that_information/

P/S: ey yo u/variationglass got banned in r/chainsawfolk for... I don't get it, it was just a
stupid MS paint drawing of Yoshida with three pregnant horsemen. Sure, it sounds bad,
considering that Nayuta was literally carrying a baby, but banning him wasn't necessary.
I thought it was something horrific and disturbing, but turns out, the mods got triggered
over some shitty post a Yoshida dick-rider made for shits and giggles. Yike.

Also, he's making a ruckus in Twitter. Ass take, by the way.

 Family
Chapter Summary

Denji gives a birthday present to his mother, but things don't always go right

Chapter Notes

This chapter was somewhat confusing.

Also, I'm not good at emotional scenes.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“You seem kinda mad.”

“I’m not! Leave me be!” Taiyo rudely scowled at Denji for no reason at all. The blonde high
schooler was left baffled and confused as Taiyo stormed away, seemingly mad at him or
something. “Fuck you!”

“For what?!”

“FUCK YOU!”

“Whatever you say, brat!” Denji added too much venom to the B-word, but luckily, Taiyo
didn’t escalate things for some petty things, and they continued to deliver their packages. It
wasn’t anything too noticeable, but the boys did notice that there was some kind of skirmish
between the Yakuza clans, and it would not end well for the three parties.

“Where the hell are you going? Our route doesn’t lead here!”

“I’m grabbing some stuff.” Denji just strayed from their designated paths and went on all on
his own to get the necklace for his mother. It’d been a few days since then, and he had a
feeling that the jewelry guy had gotten it done. Denji heard rapid footsteps behind him and
turned around to see Taiyo. “Why bother to follow?”

“I don’t want to risk being caught by the Yakuza members alone, so I figure it’d be better to
have you guarding me.” Denji didn’t say anything other than a quick ‘uh huh’ and went on a
stroll with Taiyo. Despite having worked with the boy for a few days, they still bickered a lot.

Once they all got to the jewelry store, Taiyo was instictively going to hide in the corner as he
had seen his sisters here from the other day. Denji grabbed his wallet and told the owner
about the necklace, which was already presented to the boy in a few minutes.

“Wow… It’s better than I expected.” The owner was pleased to hear Denji’s quiet
compliment. The box, while not too flamboyant or shiny like silver, had something more
valuable inside. Denji gulped in anticipation, and certainly, the jewelry guy appeared to have
not failed to surprise Denji with his product.

Denji was more than pleased to see the piece of silver necklace, perhaps spending too much
time admiring and inspecting its beauty, and the owner could already tell that Denji was
mesmerized by the necklace. Denji carefully popped the heart-shaped locket, splitting it in
two to see a picture of his mother and him, just like he had ordered him to. “88000 yen, that’s
the price.”

“Wait, it’s cheaper than I thought.” Denji blinked.

“I figure that you’re going to be giving this to your mother, if I’m not wrong... Plus, it didn’t
take that much time or effort.” Although surprised, Denji still happily paid the owner, who
then wished a good day to both the boy and his mother in a friendly tone. For the first time
ever in his life, Denji thanked him back with the same energy.

“A necklace?” Denji cautiously put the piece of jewelry back in the box and turned to Taiyo,
who seemed curious about it. “You told me that you would be gifting it to your mother. I just
thought it was a ring or something that’s not a necklace.”

“Yeah.” And they began to walk again, as they intended. Denji had that indescriable feeling
right now, but he just knew that his heart was feeling lighter, and that excitement continued to
grow as more packages were delivered, which meant he was about to go home faster.
Tomorrow was his mother’s birthday, and he would make sure this one would not be the
others.

“Two more, and we’re done.” Taiyo dusted his hands and groaned loudly. “We made quite a
killing today, didn’t we?” The young boy turned around to face Denji, who just gave him a
bored nod before they both headed into an alleyway for a shortcut. “We could be unstoppable
if we work together!”

“Akera would not want that.” Taiyo grunted at the mention of his sister’s name, but then
turned around again with wide eyes as Denji just called her by her first name. “She was
getting worried about you not being at school for several days, like, genuinely.”

“How do you know?” Denji immediately found his throat blocked when Taiyo glared at him.
The blonde boy tried to avoid eye contact and gulped, but he could still feel the intense gaze
on him. “Nevermind… She probably told you about me after you did it with my sister and
her friend.”

“Wait, you knew?!” Taiyo said nothing and just walked forward. Denji gritted his teeth and
furiously groaned when he found out the truth. The reason why Taiyo had been acting like a
brat to him for days was because he fucked his sister. Denji sighed. “Sorry.”

“Fuck you!”
“Yeah yeah…” This was just giving him a headache, not gonna lie. “But the point is... she
wanted you to be safe, not out here doing errands for some dangerous organizations.

“Said a motherfucker who is doing the exact same thing.” Taiyo turned around sharply with a
deep scowl.

“For different reasons. I’m not here to prove to myself that I’m mature. In fact, joining the
Yakuza doesn’t prove that you’re mature; you’re just being a reckless and stubborn
imbecile.”

“Fuck you!”

“Nah, I won’t bother to argue with someone like you.”

Pochita just quietly shook his head at the childish sight of them throwing back banter and
slurs at each other. Denji and Taiyo were all alike, both reckless and indulging themselves in
dangerous jobs like this to earn money, while Taiyo wanted respect and recognition. He
noticed no signs of danger yet.

“Fuck yo-” Taiyo accidentally bumped into someone; instead of apologizing to the person,
the boy just pushed that man away and cursed him. “Get out of my way, fucker!” Weirdly, the
man, who was wearing an elegant suit and had a tattoo, turned to the two boys with a deep
hum. “What?” Taiyo grunted and flipped him off. “Don’t expect a ‘Sorry’ from me.”

Pochita narrowed his eyes when multiple people in suits approached the two boys, and from
that moment, he knew something wasn’t right from the start. Denji and Taiyo were still
clueless about the man, but the blonde boy was wise enough to give that guy an apology and
urge the boy to leave.

They heard more footsteps, indicating more people were following them. Taiyo now realized
what kind of trouble they were running into and gulped in fear, while Denji was trying to find
a way out of here. The opposing Yakuza members were right behind them, so they had to
think fast! “You know the way out?”

“A little…”

“…”

“…”

“Run!” Both of them started to sprint, as did the Yakuza members right behind them. Due to
how panicked and clueless the boys were, when they saw a set of stairs leading down to the
underground alleyway, which might contain more dangers below, they just ran down there in
a heartbeat. "Careful with the packages!”

Pochita dropped a sweat as he was trying to exactly locate where they were while having to
come up with a way to distract the Yakuza members chasing them. He could just fight them
all, but Denji’s safety was to be prioritized no matter what. So, with no other choice, he
jumped down and looked for Denji and the boy.
“Are you sure we’re not totally lost in here!?” Denji almost got caught twice when Taiyo
made a mistake by choosing the wrong direction. Not only that, but the tunnel was dark and
hard to navigate. When they managed to find a safe place to hide temporarily, Taiyo
breathlessly gasped and sat on the concrete floor, and Denji just exhaled before looking
around. “We might be safe for now.”

“That was…” Taiyo gulped, feeling his legs all numb and tired. “That was quite an
experience.

“Experience? We are dead meat if we get caught by those fuckers!” Denji shouted and
whispered to Taiyo, who just groaned in annoyance. As they were resting and checking on
their packages, Taiyo suddenly felt a dirty hand on his arm and screamed out in fear. At first,
they both thought they were found by the Yakuza, but when the culprit’s face was shone by
the dimly lit lamps, it turned out to be a homeless guy.

In fact, there were a lot of them.

“Drug addicts…” Denji mumbled with narrowed eyes. Taiyo tried to slow down his breathing
as he looked around at the large group of homeless guys, all lying and sitting on the floor.
The young boy’s eyes widened when he saw syringes and some packs scattered around.
“Homeless guys would bunch up in here and share drugs, or simply rest here.”

“I…” Taiyo watched in horror as one of the homeless guys, whose index and thumb fingers
were cut off, raised his shaky arms and begged for money to buy more drugs. The boy tried
to intentionally move so that he could avoid stepping on their legs, but each step they took
seemed to only alert them more, and more beggars called out to them for money. “Sirs, I
don’t have money with me.”

“This is where I used to sell my drugs back on my first day. A true hot spot, really.” Taiyo
seemed horrified by what he was witnessing. The boy now realized that they had been
feeding these guys with drugs, which ruined their lives continuously until they ran out of
money or died of overdose. Either way, the very Yakuza clan they served still gained money
from these dying individuals.

“It’s… horrible.” Taiyo mumbled under his breath. The boy once thought Yakuza was about
all the cool guys beating up each other and planning businesses, not heinous things like
exploiting the homeless and selling them drugs. Taiyo swore that he saw no life in the eyes of
the homeless guys, as if they were dead.

“I see a way up!” Denji and Taiyo both ran toward the light shining at the other end of the
stairs that were leading up. Still, they had to be careful of what could possibly be waiting for
them up there, but luckily, no sight of Yakuza members could be found, and they utilized that
opportunity to escape that alleyway.

Pochita, having blocked all other roads for them so that they could escape like he intended
them to, sighed in relief as Denji and Taiyo quickly sprinted to Akane’s apartment for safety.
With his job partially done, Pochita retreated back to headquarters.
When Akane opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of the two boys panting heavily.
“What happened? You look like you got chased around by someone.”

“That’s literally what happened.”

Later

“You seem... down.” Denji looked down at Taiyo, who was covering himself with Akane’s
blanket and even sitting on her bed. The boy glanced at the blonde boy with a slightly opened
mouth and shook his head in denial. “You ok?”

“Yes, I mean, no.” Taiyo didn’t budge in the slightest when Denji chose to sit down beside
the young boy. Of course, Denji didn’t want to hug him because Taiyo is a male, but at least
he showed some care to the boy by hesitantly patting his shoulders. “I thought... it was cool.”

“What’s cool?”

“Joining the Yakuza and stuff...” Ah yes, that certainly sounds cool, but in reality, it’s no
place for either of those two boys. Denji knew that the job came with both money and danger.
It’s a miracle he’s even alive and undetected at this point. “I thought that... nevermind.”

“Yakuza were never good to begin with... I mean, we sell drugs and weapons and definitely
cut people’s fingers off when someone fails to pay their debt on time. My old man lost three
fingers to them too.” Denji told some stories to Taiyo, who seemed to be horrified by the
actual brutality of the so-called ‘idols’ of his.

Taiyo, having watched many action movies as a kid, always had a belief that mafias and
gangsters were all about the coolness and guys in suits doing business with each other,
sometimes having ruckus and sending henchmen to do the shooting, certain not... selling
drugs and cutting fingers off.

Man, Yakuza has been romanticized a lot!

“I’m such a failure.” Taiyo mumbled after a while of silence. “I stink at school. I have no real
friends. And my sister hates me. I have no talent for anything, aside from my ability to lie
without breaking a sweat. I just want to be noticed.”

“That…” Denji paused, trying to find words that would better lift his mood. He couldn’t risk
saying anything stupid. “No, that’s not true... Ake-Hayakawa-sensei was worried about you.
She wants you home and safe, you know.” Denji visibly dropped a sweat when Taiyo seemed
to frown in suspense, but he immediately dropped that face.

“You’re lying.”

“Nah, hell no!” Denji gulped. “I’m serious… I bet that she will immediately give you the
tightest you will ever have if you two come across again. Plus…” Denji scratched his legs.
“I’m sure she won’t be mad at you.”

“How do you know? She’s strict when it comes to discipline and study.”
“Because you are her brother. And she, behind that stoic and strict persona, definitely cares
about you. It’s just… she is very shy when it comes to emotion and… needs.” Denji
whispered the last word. Yes, he knew that because Akera was still hesitant when they had
sex together with Himeno, and she mostly needed guidance from the PE teacher as she was
still an amateur surrounded by two pros. “She might not show it, but she really loves you.”

Taiyo’s eyes did perk up a bit, hinting that he might have changed his mind. The boy didn’t
say anything and tightly held his own arms in shame. It was beyond foolish of him to think
that joining the Yakuza would bring him attention and respect, and now it makes him feel
more guilty that he did nothing but contribute to enriching the higher-ups. He was a fool.

“Then why are you here? You were forced into this?”

“I had no choice but to. Family in debt, a shitty father, a sick mother, and nearly no money
for tuition... Yeah, I had no choice.”

“How long have you been working?”

“Ugh, since the end of summer break. So, maybe three months, nearly.”

“So… You’re doing all of this for your mother?”

Denji nodded. “Yeah… The necklace too, because tomorrow is her birthday, and I really want
to make it special as much as possible.” Taiyo just stared at him with wide eyes and quickly
looked down in shame, as they had different motivations. It even made him more of a brat.

Seeing that the boy’s mood has lightened up, even if it was a bit, Denji is still glad that Taiyo
is considering leaving the Yakuza, and lucky for him, Akane appeared with a tray of snacks
and tea. “I’ll make sure to delete all of his information to make sure that he won’t be tracked
down after leaving the Yakuza. Kids these days…”

“Thank you, Akane.” Denji cheerfully sipped his tea, not realizing that every favor comes
with a price. The moment he saw her smily face, he knew what he had to do. “I know that
look.”

“You sure do.” She winked.

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“Wow, the necklace looks so beautiful.” Reze admired the beauty of the accessories with
clear awe in her voice. When she opened the locket, the girl let out a gasp again when she
saw the pictures inside. She almost had a frown on her face when she saw how skinny Denji
was in that picture.

“Yeah… I’m planning to give this to my mother tonight. And I’m missing someth-” Out of
the blue, Fumiko came out of nowhere and hugged him from behind. Instead of returning the
affection with a quick hug, Denji just turned around and scowled at her.

“Eh, is this the picture I took for your mom at the festival!? You should have used the one
that had you about to sneeze! Or, that maid one!” Not just Fumiko, but Reze also giggled
along with the girl, and that made him twice as embarrassed as he should be. It was rather
peaceful today. No girls came up to offer sex to him. There is no schedule tonight or after
class. Essentially, Denji would say that tonight would be the only night where he got to spend
time with his mom.

“Oh sh*t, I had to buy some birthday cake too!” Denji slapped his hands in realization. Due
to his mother’s heart disease, Denji would have to buy cakes that contained no sugar or too
much butter. From the description alone, Denji was sure that finding it would not be an easy
task.

“Are you preparing for her birthday, Denji?”

“Yup!”

“Wow…”

“Can I come along? I love birthdays.” Fumiko grinned as she sat on his lap. Denji reluctantly
let her do whatever she wanted. What surprised him was that Fumiko didn’t try to touch his
crotch or caress his neck; she just sat on his lap and asked him to hug her waist. Brushing
those thoughts aside, Denji leaned forward to grab his bottle of Coke, but Fumiko somehow
snatched it from his hand and drank it. “You didn’t answer my question, Denji-senpai~”

“No.”

“Pretty please.”

“No.”

“You’re no fun.” Fumiko poked out her tongue at him before getting off his lap. As if she
were annoying enough to him, sometimes she would try to grab one of his french fries and
eat it in front of him. While he appreciated the attention she was giving him, Denji was too
hungry to play her games, so he just grabbed her by the chin and gave her a kiss on the lips.
Of course, Fumiko excitedly giggled with a reddened check and temporarily let him enjoy his
lunch in peace.

Reze wasn’t stunned by that particular act. She was really into that for some good reason.

After school ended, Denji quickly rushed to find a bakery that had sugar-less cake. Sure,
there are dozens of bakeries in Tokyo, but at least one of them should sell cakes with no
sugar. Unfortunately, it was quite a hassle to find one.
“Why the fuck didn’t I prepare the cake sooner!?” Denji frustratedly slapped himself on the
scalp. Oh yeah… too busy fucking and having girls hopping on his loins, which explained
why he didn’t have time to prepare the specific order in time. Having sex too much seemed to
have taken a small toll on him, as Denji even had trouble peeing sometimes. “Goddammit!”

And so he continued to venture again, bakeries after bakeries, yet he didn’t give up. Two
hours of searching later, he finally had a glimpse of hope again. “Mister, can I have one
sugar-free cake? Also, low sugar is fine, but very, very low!”

“About that… I might have one left, but I'm not sure if it's a sugar-free or low-fat one.

“Either is fine.”

“Alright! Then wait for a moment.” With that, the baker went back behind the curtains to
grab Denji’s order. The boy tapped his fingers against the glass cabinet in boredom, his
mouth seemingly mumbling something.

“Happy birthday, mom. I hope that you will remain beautiful and healthy for the rest of your
life. Oh hell, nah, that sounds cringe!” Denji slapped his forehead and groaned in self-
disappointment. He tried to come up with some best wishes for his mother, but due to his
poor performance in literature, everything that came out of his mouth sounded so forced.

“I now hereby say my blessings to the most important woman in my life!”

“You’re the biggest cheerleader in my life! Way better than the girls... No, I’m not going to
use this!”

“You’re the greatest guide I could ever ask for.”

After a while of thinking, Denji resorted to... a simple “Happy birthday, mom” again, just like
every other year. While it sounded a little anticlimatic and boring, that was all he could
properly come up with without making it too forced or silly. “Here’s your order! What’s the
name and birthday too?”

“What?” Denji narrowed his eyes when the baker readied his piping bag filled with thick red
sauce. “Oh no, actually, you can just write ‘Happy birthday, mom’ and her birthday is... fifth
of November year 1985.” With that said, the baker did what he was told to, but having only
that felt so lacking, so he asked again.

“What message do you want to tell here?”

“I don’t have one.”

“Oh, sweet sumer child!” The baker chuckled and shook his head as Denji turned around
with a confused hum. “Don’t you think that was too... short? “Happy birthday, mom," that’s
all.” Another chuckle. “I believe that you can come up with a better one than that.”

Denji blinked, staying silent and thinking for a while. Despite his clear shortcomings in
literature, he had a lot of things to say to his mother deep down. But he couldn’t explain why,
maybe because of his own shyness and hesitation. Still, Denji still found it very hard to say
those meaningful words to her without having to curse at himself internally.

“No. That’ll be all. How much, sir?”

“9000 yen.” Denji paid up and left with his cake. Chocolate is not a bad choice since cacao
could help reduce the risk of heart disease. And now, with the cake and present done, Denji
just had to cause a surprise, but not too sudden or anything stupid like pressing her face on
the cake. Like, why the fuck do people do that?

Oh yes, the biggest nuisance is still remaining: his father. Denji never liked him at all, not
after what he did to his mom for a whole decade. Alcohol, smoke, and puking were all that
man could possibly bring home after spending days in some random alleyway to do
whatever. Denji really didn’t care as long as he left them alone.

The excitement peaked when Denji eventually got home; his heart spiked crazily as he turned
the knob of his door with a shout. “Mom, are you home?!” A smile spread across his lips
when he heard a faint shout coming from her own room. Slowly tiptoeing toward the
bedroom, Denji carefully checked the box in his pocket before opening the door to see his
mother reading some books, and she turned to him with a smile.

‘Okay, Denji. This should be easy. No fret.’ Denji tried to hide the box behind his back, and
his mother slightly tilted her head when she noticed his forced smile. “Mom, close your
eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just... do it.” Denji urged her, and she reluctantly did so. Honestly, she had no idea what he
was going to do, but excitement and anticipation washed over her, a faint blush painting her
cheeks red as Denji’s quiet footsteps approached her. She heard something metallic clanking
before feeling coldness around her neck. “Wait wait!” Denji stopped her from touching the
necklace.

“Oh, my bad!” She laughed it off as her excitement spiked.

Denji tightly bit his lips as he was trying to wrap the necklace around her neck. Even his
fingers started to get a little shakier than he expected. Continually calming himself by
breathing, Denji finally had a sigh of relief when he successfully put it on, and then the final
thing to do. “Mom… Can you sit on the chair?”

Denji guided her until she took a seat in front of the desk that conveniently had a mirror. He
held her by the shoulders as he fixed the necklace a bit until he saw it fit enough. Swallowing
the lump in his throat, Denji took one final deep breath and said, “Okay… Now you can open
your eyes.”

The moment her eyes flicked open, what immediately entered her view was a shiny object
wrapping around her neck. Her jaw dropped in awe while her fingers slowly reached for the
silver accessory. “What…?” She was experiencing many emotions that couldn’t be explained.
She was, at the same time, happy, surprised, confused, and many more. Upon touching it, she
knew that it was, in fact, corporeal.

“I know that... You didn’t get used to receiving gifts from anyone, including me. Her birthday
usually gets ignored by her husband and even by herself. She swore that she almost cried
when Denji hugged her from behind with a small smile. “But now I want to make it different.
And special for you too. No more loneliness, no more emptiness in this day from now on.”

Denji didn’t know whether he said the right thing or not, judging by the fact that Denji heard
sobbing from his mother. Of course, she was fragile both emotionally and physically, so her
starting to cry doesn’t seem out of reach. So to comfort her, Denji tightened the hug and
mumbled something that she had heard a long time ago.

“Happy birthday, mom... I love you.” Denji plucked up all of his courage to even dare say
those three last words. It was baffling to think that Denji used to say that phrase a lot when he
was a kid, but somehow got embarrassed by the memory as time went on. Slowly, her hand
moved up to hold Denji’s, and he gently kissed her head.

“Denji…”

“Yes, mom?”

“Can you say that again?” A cough interrupted her question. "I want to hear it.”

He blinked in confusion but still obliged her wish with a widening smile. “I love you, mom.”
The enthusiasm and happiness returned to her as Denji uttered the phrase again. Although she
was a little more hesitant than before, she was still glad to hear him say it again.

“Do it again!” A tear trickled down her cheek.

“I love you, mom.”

She nodded profusely as more tears leaked out. It was like music to her ears. She just wanted
him to repeat that until she got bored. And so, in perpetual motion, she said it again, and
Denji uttered it again. Each one became progressively louder and happier than the last. Even
Pochita from outside nearly wiped his tears when witnessing the wholesome moment
between them. He was so lost in that moment that someone groggily entered their house with
a bottle of booze in hand.

“I saved up some money... That’s why I have been going out a lot.“ Denji technically lied, but
still, she totally fell for that and was completely blissful about the priceless gift he bought for
her. She turned around and tightly gave him a motherly hug. Denji’s skin flushed as the hug
tightened, yet he returned the hug with a gentler one.

“I lost it all—I FUCKING lost it all!” Denji’s smile immediately dropped when he heard a
voice behind the door. Anger and disgust were visible on his face, while his mother was
confused. Just as the door opened, revealing his father all druken and cursing over literally
anything, Denji quickly tensed his body and calmed his heartbeat as the man entered with the
box of birthday cake in hand. “The fuck is this?! Birthday? Whose?!”
"Honey, honey, calm down!” Of course, his mother was the first to rush to help him sit down
on the bed and get some water for the druken father. Immediately, the room now reeked of
alcohol, and luckily, his inebriated mind was poisoned by the booze, so he didn’t really notice
Denji in this room. “Are you alright, honey? Have some rest.”

“Shut up, woman.” He slightly pushed her away. “Fuck those, guys. My money… They
fucking cheated! Now I have lost all of my fucking money! Now you dare ask me if I’m
alright?!” He almost raised his fist at her, if not for the necklace attracting his attention.
Despite having a hangover, he still very much knew that his wife never had a necklace. And
that one looked expensive. “Where… got it?”

“What, ho-honey?”

“That… one…” He looked around until he noticed the birthday cake he was holding. It took
him a little while to connect the dots, and once he did so, a sinister grin spread across his lips
as he turned to his dear wife again. “Ohhh… It’s your birthday!” He clapped his hands
uncontrollably and let out a booming laugh that even caused Denji’s mother to flinch.

“Yes… Denji actually-

“Denji…?” He finally noticed the standing boy in front of him, and he unexpectedly gave
him a friendly wave. Alcohol fried his mind so much that he couldn’t control his behavior
anymore, and then he turned his attention to the woman. “That necklace… Birthday, eh? I
don’t have a present, but... I could give you a kiss.” He forcefully grabbed her head and tried
to lean closer, but was abruptly interrupted by his very son. “Fuck off!!”

“Go to fucking sleep, old man.” Denji tried to pull his mother out of bed. The father, too
druken and unable to think clearly, suddenly stood up and strongly pushed Denji to agitate
the boy. Of course, Denji tried to walk it off, but that didn’t stop the father from continuously
pushing him to his limit. “Stop!”

“What’re you gonna do? Your papa’s birthday has always been forgotten. and you have the
audacity to buy her an expensive necklace?” His father accusedly pointed at his mother, only
to be swatted in the arm by Denji, who shielded his mother with his skinny figure. “Do you
even love your papa?”

“No.” Almost in a heartbeat, Denji firmly shook his head. “Fuck off and go to sleep already.”

“Denji, don’t be rude. It will be fine. Just sit down, please. And we can talk this one out.” The
mother’s attempt to ease them down was proven fruitless because Denji’s father approached
with clear anger in his groans. The father and son continued to bicker over each other.
Thankfully, it didn’t escalate into violence, as the man’s mind was too clogged up by alcohol
to even think straight.

“I’m your father, so I’m always right!”

“I don’t care about you or your fucking stupid logic.

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me!!” The father almost collapsed on the floor due to
alcohol. “Be grateful that you even have a fucking father to guide you, you ungrateful
bastard!”

With that, Denji even had a deeper scowl than ever. His fist tightly gripped as the father
groggily tried to walk up to bed with a loud yawn, all while his mother was too powerless to
stop the men in this family from arguing. She sat down near the door, quietly sobbing. Just
before Denji decided to come up to her, he accidentally muttered something that pissed the
druken father off.

“His being dead is all I could wish for.”

Almost immediately after he said that under his breath, a smack to the head quickly sent
Denji lying on the ground, and the culprit was none other than his enraged father. The
mother’s cries of despair didn’t stop the father’s fierce assault on the boy’s body. “What the
fuck did you say!? Me being dead, huh!? You fucking unthankful little shit!!”

Denji, being weaker, couldn’t block any of his punches on his shoulder and waist, and so to at
least reduce the pain, he curled up like a ball and told his mother to run away. The sickly
mother, although very afraid and weak to retaliate, didn’t try to do as Denji said. She couldn’t
bear the thought of watching her son get beaten, and so, for a very long time, she decided to
put her foot down.

“Stop, please stop!” She used her entire body weight to push the father away, but that little
moment of retaliation ended with a loud slap to the face. Not only that, but her sickness
kicked in again, and she started to cough uncontrollably while the abusive father approached
before having his hands around her neck.

“You two were so ungrateful to me... I took you in when your parents died, my dear. and you
—you—burdened me with your so-called angel! You should have taken that abortion!!” He
had her in a chokehold and strongly gripped her neck so that she couldn’t breathe. Her weak
strength couldn’t even pry his hands off her, and Denji was still lying and wincing in pain.

Denji’s eyes drifted to the bottle of booze on the floor. It was made out of glass, and the boy
started to have some truly dark intentions with that one. The voice in his mind ushered him to
grab the bottle and deal a heavy blow to that druken man’s head. Perhaps the strike would
even kill the father, but...

What would he lose anyway? Not having a father is way better than having one like him, in
Denji’s opinion.

Pochita freaked out when the situation turned into full-blown violence and pain, and that
panic grew when the dog saw Denji holding up the glass bottle and raising it high. He had to
stop this before Denji did what he would soon come to regret.

‘Oh yeah…’ Pochita almost forgot about the dart gun. The dog hastily pulled out the parts of
the gun inside of his hat and assembled it quickly before Denji decided to do anything.
Having made sure that it was a narcotic dart that he was holding, not an aphrodisiac one,
Pochita inserted the dart and aimed at the neck of the father.
Denji could barely think about the consequences, but he didn’t care anymore. His father
dared to hurt his mother, and the boy couldn’t just sit back and watch him abuse his mother
again, just not today. He raised the glass bottle up and breathed heavily as frustation and
hatred filled his mind. A single fast swing of his hand would end all of his mother’s struggle,
after all.

Just as he was about to deal a fatal blow to the head, his father suddenly collapsed on the bed,
freeing his mother from the strong chokehold. Albeit confused, Denji threw the bottle on the
floor before pushing his father’s body aside and hugging his whimpering mother. The dart
rolled off the bed, and so did his father, but Denji didn’t bother to even glance at him.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… De-Denji… I was too weak!” She sloopily sobbed against his chest
while profusely apologizing to Denji for being a useless mother. Denji said nothing, and now
all he could do to comfort her was hug her tightly and stare at the widely opened window
with empty eyes. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t notice rapid footsteps coming from
the hallway.

“Police! What’s happened?!” They were alerted by Abe, who couldn’t risk having one of his
breeders in grave danger. Upon arriving at the scene, they saw the son hugging his sobbing
and coughing mother without even looking at them, while the father was unconscious on the
floor. “Sir, what’s happened? May I ask?” They crouched down toward Denji, who remained
silent as a log.

“Nothing…” Denji mumbled. “This happened a lot.”

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After that, Denji’s mother was taken to a hospital, nearly after the police apprehended his
unconscious father. They said that an astronomical amount of stress increased her blood
pressure. The blonde boy was now sitting in the waiting room, along with another skinny boy
who had brown hair and seemed skinny. Either way, they didn’t really care about each other
and minded their own business.

Denji looked like a husk; he barely could keep his eyes awake in the middle of the night. ‘It’s
two already?’ Denji threw his phone on the seat beside him and curled up to himself again.
He very much blamed himself for what had happened to his mother, literally wishing that he
had not been born at all.

“You should have taken that abortion!!” That hurt his feelings more than he thought. Despite
trying his best to calm himself, Denji let out a hiccup, nearly on the verge of bursting out in
tears. The boy sitting just a few chairs next to him noticed his state and kindly offered him a
piece of tissue.

“Hey, are you okay?” Denji hesitantly accepted the tissue and wiped his eyes with it. “It’s not
necessary, but... My name is Shinji. Ikari Shinji.” Denji boredly looked at the offered hand
that was asking for a handshake. Denji didn’t want to be rude to him, so he grabbed his hand
and shook it. “It’s this late at night. What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for my mom... She had a heart attack.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” The boy named Shinji apologized and sat back in his seat.

“Why are you here too?”

“My mother… She had an accident at her laboratory. Denji nodded in sympathy, but weirdly,
he noticed that Shinji was a little more optimistic than he should be. Both of their mothers
had fallen ill, and Shinji... Is he trying to keep a smile on his face?

Denji blinked, thinking that the boy had a loose screw in his brain. “Why are you so positive?
Isn’t your mother in the hospital possibly having fatal injuries?”

Shinji shrugged his shoulders. “My mother always tells me that having bad thoughts all the
time will only give you anxiety. And she hates seeing me act worried and scared because she
likes optimism.”

Another blink, and Denji asked another question. “Then how do you do that?”

“Thinking about my friends, good times with my parents, and my pet pen!” Shinji was
slightly flushed at the mention of his penguin pet at home. “No, it’s more like Aunt Misato’s
pet, but you get the idea.”

Pet... Denji had one before, but now it has either run away or been kidnapped. Despite that
happening a decade ago, Denji could still remember the good moments they had together.
Running in the park, stealing snacks from some random grocery stores, and chatting about
girls. Although the dog couldn’t talk obviously, Denji could say that it understood and
listened to the impossible standards of his dreams.

“Mind to... share some stories with me?”

“What?”

“My mom said that keeping your bad things to yourself will only hurt you more. So, if you
would like, I could tell you more about Pen Pen.” Denji blinked profusely like an idiot and
glanced at the pristine white floor. He was still rather hesitant and unwilling to open up to a
random boy he met in a hospital, but eventually he opened his mouth again.

“I had a dog once... Its name is Pochita. Shaped like a sausage and having orange fur, that’s
its feature. Shinji hummed, and Denji continued. “He loves to follow me around, whether it’s
in the park or some random alleyways near my house. Spending all day outdoors was our
favorite activity.”
“Sounds like the opposite of my pen. He just likes to sleep and submerge himself in cold
water every day."

“One day, he was going around to search for something interesting, but due to... Actually, he
stumbled in some kind of Yakuza hideout, and since they thought he was the police, they shot
at him, leaving three wounds under his belly.”

“That’s… horrible.” Shinji was surprised to see that Denji was having a small smile as the
blonde boy wiped the stray tears. “I’m sure that he learned his lesson, or not.” He didn’t
know why, but Shinji’s mother was kind of right; Denji felt less pain now.

“Hah, definitely not! He barked and growled a lot at guys having tattoos afterward. It was
funny, not gonna lie.” Denji smiled and leaned back on the chair. “Then what about you?
Your… Pen Pen?”

“Oh, he…” Shinji’s cheeks were somewhat reddened. “I don’t know... if I should tell this or
not, ‘cause it’s really embarrassing.”

“I mean…” Denji glanced away, shrugging his shoulders. “You don’t have to.”

“Okay, so he caught me having sex with a girl in the bathroom.” Denji’s eyebrow raised at
that. “And it jumped in the bathtub without a care.” That even got his eyebrow raised higher.
“It was really awkward, but still, we finished our business and got dressed quick.”

“…Wow…”

“Yeah… Wow, indeed.”

“No offense, but... I thought you were gay for a second.”

“Hey!”

Denji yawned while Shinji continued to nag him, saying that he had slept with a few girls
before. Of course, he didn’t fully believe the statement and sighed heavily. Just like Shinji
said, Denji felt somewhat less guilty and more positive than a few minutes ago. Yes, he was
still very worried about his mother; he was filled with anxiety but also with hope.

When one of the nurses came out to announce that his mother’s health was stabilized, Denji
immediately rushed into the room to meet her, despite the nurse’s protests. Shinji just
awkwardly chuckled before he was told of his mother’s condition.

All while Pochita was listening somewhere down the hall, her eyes narrowing in thought and
suspicion. He subconsciously traveled his hand down his belly to feel small dots of scars, and
there were three of them total. ‘No… It must be a coincidence.’

He was always told that he was a creation from that projection, along with his seven siblings.
He definitely never had an old family who missed him or an owner who adored and cherished
him at all, right? Even if he tried, he couldn’t remember anything about Denji at all.
 “Agent P, return to me.” Abe’s voice boomed through the walkie-talkie Pochita was carrying.
Shaking his head to get rid of those suspicions, the dog put on his fedora again before leaving
the hospital.

Chapter End Notes

It kinda bugged me off that Fujimoto never really mentioned Denji's mom again. Yes, I
know that Denji doesn't remember her because she died too soon, but at least give us
insight into his life a bit. Fujimoto did really well with Aki's backstory, why not Denji's?

Denji having a conversation about pets with Shinji wasn't supposed to happen, but after
watching a few episodes of NGE, I noticed a dominant similarity between them: getting
fucked by depression. Yeah sure, this Shinji is drastically different from the canon one,
but you can see the difference between having a mother and not having one does to a
motherfucker.

TIL Shinzo Abe joined some kind of a cult called Unification Church. I find it funny
that he got killed by a guy whose mother was scammed by that cult. Not only that, but
the assassin had more crazier shits than just a double-barrel homemade gun. Wow! It's
sad that Abe didn't live to see his country thrive (or slowly crumble due to lack of
babies)

Also, this Abe is also different from our canon one. The year in this fic is 2023 while
canon Abe resigned in 2020 due to inability to handling COVIDs. This one is more
ruthless, cunning and possibly too paranoid about Japan's future. I planned to redeem
Abe, but after seeing his profile and the reasons why he was murdered, I realized that...
some villains have to stay villains. He hates LGBT couples (canon btw), which I find
ironic because he got 'backshots' from a guy.

Anyway, final chap tomorrow. And one character is gonna die brutally.
 The End???
Chapter Notes

This was... really confusing...

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Abe stared off while facing a window that allowed him to
oversee his lovely Tokyo city. Well, Denji’s most important person almost died, and his papa
was now apprehended, so now, with his mother being hospitalized, Denji would now devote
all of his time to staying by her side rather than continuing his... breeding sessions. “What an
unfortunate event...”

He fixed the picture of his wife on his desk before averting his gaze to the orange dog, who
seemed a little hesitant and confused. Shrugging that thought away, Abe ordered Pochita to
leave, and just as the dog was about to leave, the prime minister decided to speak out his
mind.

“Something in your mind, agent P?” Abe hummed. Pochita sharply turned around and shook
his head, but his eyes still radiated that doubt. Abe’s eyes drifted off as he stood up from his
seat and came up to the dog, who had his head slightly down. Seeing how tense his
trustworthy agent was, Abe said that he could relax. “So…” Abe even did something as
simple as sitting down on the floor with Pochita. “What has been occupying your mind, agent
P? You have been like this for a few hours this morning, I notice.”

Pochita, after a while of hesitation and disbelief, finally spoke out his thoughts by pointing
his finger at the framed picture on Abe’s table. The prime minister merely raised an eyebrow
when Pochita came up to grab the picture and continuously pointed at it, and then at him.
“My wife… Are you referring to me and her as a family?”

Pochita profusely nodded, and then he pointed at himself. At first, Abe didn’t get what he
was implying, but once he saw the sadness in the dog’s eyes, Abe subconsciously gulped and
tried to come up with something to, you guess it, lie.

“I get what it feels like to be a lab-created experiment, like your other siblings. Always
wonder if we can be loved or adored while you still loathe yourself for being unnatural.” Abe
held out a hand to Pochita, who gently placed his tiny paw on top of the prime minister’s old,
wrinky palm. And Abe lightly squeezed it with a smile. “But you... have a family, and your
past doesn’t define who you are.”

Pochita looked down, seemingly touched. And that was when Abe knew that his trick was
working, a wicked grin slowly spreading across his face before he abruptly hid it. Still,
Pochita had a lot of unanswered questions, starting with his three scars under his belly.
Abe’s eyebrows merely rose when Pochita showed him his scars. The dog was asking about
the wounds, which shouldn’t exist at all due to his nearly hyper-regeneration. A sigh escaped
his nose before he groggily sat up and walked toward his desk. “It happened when you were
just a mere pup. It was marks left behind when we... experimented with some initial tests
before you got your healing ability, unlike your siblings, who got it right when they took their
first breath.”

Abe opened up a drawer and pulled out a report before handling it to agent P, who took a look
into that and read it. To be honest, it was also a surprise to him because this was filled with
information that Pochita never knew. His eyes narrowed when he saw the long list of
experiments and drugs they tested on him, and the final line wrote The subject suffered three
permanent wounds in the middle section, in contrast to the other seven subjects. The
subject was deemed too weak and to be discarded. After some considerations and orders
from the higher-up, it has been decided that the subject will remain observed until further
notice.

“You were weak and frail back then. The scientists wanted to throw you away for being unfit,
but I fought tooth and nail in order to abort that decision.” Pochita looked up at him in awe
and surprise as Abe took back the report. “You were so fragile, like a newborn, and looking at
you, I almost saw you as a child that me and Akie never had.” He chuckled.

Pochita looked surprised, and the dog rushed toward her to hug Abe’s left leg. Due to his
back, all the prime minister could do was give the dog a few soft pats. “If you ever think that
you don’t deserve to be loved, remember that you have me and your siblings. You are and
never will be alone.” Now that all of Pochita’s doubts had evaporated, the dog hugged even
tighter and fully bought into his lies. “This is your free day. Now you can go do what you
want, agent P.”

Pochita finally broke the hug with the prime minister’s leg and nodded with a small smile,
and Abe affectionately returned it with the same one. The orange dog politely bowed to the
prime minister before excusing himself. Abe’s smile remained on his face, but suddenly, it
dropped once Pochita closed the door to his office. His eyes went from being friendly and
warm to being proud.

“Fool. So easily tricked.” Abe shook his head with a sigh and threw the report in the trash can
beside his desk. “ It was a doctored report that contained all the lies. He knew that one day or
another Pochita would likely get suspicious of his old life sooner or later due to him being the
only one to ever have a past owner, so he always prepared some fake files to gaslight him
again.

He dearly looked at the picture of his wife, Akie, and swiped off the dust from the glass pane.
“Even though we never had a child of our own due to your infertility, it never made you ugly
in my eyes. But soon, there will be smiles and happiness all over Japan.” He smiled.

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She was still sleeping peacefully. Denji went out to buy some apples for her since it was one
of her favorite snacks, and it’s healthy too. Thankfully, he was relieved when the nurses said
that her condition had stabilized, but they didn’t say when she would be able to be discharged
—perhaps weeks at most.

The necklace was still wrapped around her neck, lying where her heart was supposed to be.
Denji just stared at the patient monitor, which was beeping continuously, and seeing the pulse
rate being normal really eased down his worry.

His phone was out of battery, so he couldn’t know if Hayakawa-sensei was basically calling
him about why he missed school today. Oh, Denji realized that he didn’t announce anyone's
abrupt absence. Reze would definitely freak out, so it’s best not to tell anyone.

“Why aren’t you in school? It’s… past noon.” Denji’s eyes burst open when he heard his
mother’s weak voice, and now she was having her gaze on him. Almost immediately, Denji
laid her down on the bed again when she attempted to sit up. Once her back touched the soft
mattress, Denji assured her that everything was fine and proceeded to cut some apples for
her.

“It’s okay, mom... We’re... safe ‘cause he ain’t here anymore.” His father was probably
detained at some random police station. His act of abuse was almost caught in the act, sadly,
but Denji still hoped that bastard would be eventually kept behind bars. His mother blinked,
her body unknowingly shuddering at the event that occurred last night.

“Still…” She blinked. “You’re supposed to be in school... You don’t have to be here.”

“I wanted to be here for a while.”

She almost had a smile when seeing him slightly flush. “The nurses already had that
covered... It’s not your responsibility.

“It’s mine!” Denji realized that he had accidentally raised his voice at her and was quick to
apologize for that. Denji tightened his lips as he was trying to peel the skin of the apple with
a knife. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the visibly sadness and uneasiness in her
eyes, and out of reluctance, he gave another apology. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to.

“Denji… I know that you’re my son, and you very well know the burden and responsibility
of taking care of a mother.” She decided to sit up despite Denji’s protests. Shit, her head rang
as if she were hit by a hammer to the skull, yet regardless, she still mustered up all of her
strength to look at her son with a smile. “You are a dutiful son who always cares about his
mother. But what I truly wish for you is that you don’t have to devote all of your time to
taking care of me.”

“Mom… no.”
“Yes, I know that you have been taught to follow my and your father’s orders because
children are expected to obey their parents. But blindly doing so isn’t what should be done.”
Part of Denji’s tendency to take care of her despite his mother wanting him to have fun for
himself was formed due to his father’s obsolete and toxic ways of teaching, which resulted
from generational trauma. “He doesn’t control you just because you’re his son. You’re not his
property; you do not owe him your life.”

The great-grandfather beat the grandfather.

Grandfather released all of his frustation on him.

And the father will eventually do the same to his son, which is Denji in this case.

And the cycle of abuse would continue.

Ever since he was a kid, he was always taught to shut up and only speak when his father
allowed him to, and the old man’s orders were absolute. Talking back or even voicing an
opinion equals being rude, and being rude means a good slap to the cheek. That’s why Denji
acted reserved and shy when he was a young boy, and Pochita, being a good companion, was
always there to listen to his thoughts.

It took him a lot of time to break out of the shell, but Denji was still passive and indecisive
when it came to certain things, like studying or giving representations. Unknowingly, his
mother slid her hands across the blanket and tightly grabbed his. Denji’s mind stopped
working for a few seconds before he lightly squeezed back.

They stayed like that for a long amount of time, and that hand holding soon turned into a hug
when Denji leaned in closer to place his head on her skinny chest and closed his eyes, while
her shaky hands softly patted on the back of his head. “Oh my Denji…” She gave him a sniff
kiss on his messy blonde hair, which he inherited from his papa. “I’m sorry that you didn’t
get to fully spend your time living as the teenager you are supposed to be.”

Denji said nothing and just let himself feel the motherly warmth from her hug. Yesterday was
supposed to be her happiest day, and yet it was utterly ruined by his father. “Was I intended to
be born, mom?”

“Why would you say something like that, Denji?!”

“Because I heard an old man say... you should have taken an abortion last night.” It was
chaotic and loud, but Denji could still make out the drunken father’s muttering. With the
anger, the venom, and the alcohol blankening his mind, Denji knew that he was telling the
truth. “Was I even destined to exist in this life?”

She said nothing and broke the hug. “You’re saying that... my love for you... It was all fake.”
Denji gasped and quickly tried to find another word to ask her again, but her stern look
prevented him from doing so. She knew that Denji was deeply hurt by her husband’s words.
“He might say that you’re anything he wants, but to me, Denji... You’re the light that shines
through my dark life.”
“Mom…”

“You’re my angel, my purpose for living!” She grinned at him, pinching his cheeks with a
gleeful grin on her face. Sometimes, she acted all childish, but knowing how much she
suffered from the disease, he loved seeing her smiles. “Who is my source of happiness? Who
is the most handsome boy in this world!? I bet that girls swarm around my little boy all day!”

“Mom… Stop embarrassing me.” His mother looked behind him to see two nurses and a
doctor standing there awkwardly. She could hear the two female nurses gossiping about Denji
being a mommy boy, but the sickly mother never seemed to care about that and pinched his
cheeks harder. “Mom! They are here to check on your health!”

“Oh…” She bit her lips. “That can wait a bit. I want to tease my son’s cheeks a bit! I missed
it when he had such cute puffy cheeks."

"Mom..."

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It was quite risky to come up to school at noon, but since it was breaktime, Denji snuck
inside without meeting any disturbance along the way. Neither Kishibe nor Akera were
present, though he did run into a few familiar faces, one of which was, unfortunately,
Himeno-sensei.

“Where were you all this morning!? Don’t tell me you overslept.” Oh, Denji forgot that there
was a PE class today. Himeno’s face leaned closer, and she poked him in the cheek with a
questioning gaze. Hiding his anxiety, Denji wiped the sweat off his forehead and answered
her question.

“Yes… I think I drifted off to sleep at around four in the morning.” Himeno had a scowl on
her face before strongly jabbing his forehead with her finger.

“Is that so?” Denji confirmed with a nod. “Too bad, ‘cause Akera is really not happy about
you being absent from school. Also, Makima said that she was looking for you too.” Just
before Denji could take another step again, Himeno suddenly grabbed him by the wrist,
stopping him in a swift motion. “So… tonight?”

“… I dunno… I’m not in much of the mood right now. That answer really got a surprised
gasp from Himeno, who just stood there baffled before she decided to ask him again.
“Himeno-sensei, you heard my answer... If I ever change my mind, I will text you through
LINE.”
“Oh… Alright!” Himeno giggled and gave him one last hug before giving him a goodbye
wave. “Call me~” Denji didn’t even bother to say anything and just went around to search for
Makima, who might be in need of his help. His tired eyes blinked in boredom as he walked
past a few girls who he might have probably fucked in the restroom. Damn, Denji didn’t even
want to count how many girls he had fucked. Maybe more than 50? Maybe 100? Denji didn’t
really care.

Fuck and move on to the next one. Repeat.

“Oh, I thought that you were playing truant again.” When he successfully reached his
classroom, he was immediately greeted by Shiona, his class president, who was crossing her
arms as Denji threw his backpack on his chair and turned around to face her with a clear lack
of energy. “Surprisingly, Hayakawa-sensei didn’t mention anything about you.”

Denji just shrugged his shoulders and sat down. "Yeah, yeah, though I’m surprised to see you
here. I mean, this fast.” Denji didn’t notice the weird look she was giving him.

“Thanks to you, I had to constantly endure my mother’s whining about me losing my

virginity to you! Right in my bedroom!”

“Will you quiet down? Someone could hear that.”

“No need.” Shiona embarrassedly turned around to see a few handfuls of students making a
few ‘finger sliding into a hole’ jokes to her. She tried to control the rushing blush from
spreading across her skin, and she quickly crouched down to hit him in the shoulders in order
to release all of her shame on him, which was proven ineffective, obviously.

“Yo, Denji! Didn’t you pull class prez? I never thought a loser like you could do that!”
Someone passed by and... Denji didn’t know if it was sarcasm or a compliment, but still,
Shiona would still be the one to feel completely embarrassed by the constant teasing. Well,
somehow, nearly the whole class in his class also flushed when Denji was mentioned. I
wonder why...

To avoid the increasing whispering, Denji tiredly limped to the cafeteria to buy something for
himself. It was... almost like everyday, with nothing additionally new at all. He either met a
few girls and had lunch with them, or he could come to the backyard and sit on a random
bench. Frankly, Denji felt so unmotivated today, like sex doesn’t even excite him anymore.

“Man… Why can’t I stop worrying about mom?”

“Can you shut the fuck up?” Kishibe, in his old man appearance due to stress, shut Denji up
and quietly sipped his booze.

“The fuck, why are you still here!?”

“Depression.”

“…” Denji clicked his tongue and leaned back into his seat with a heavy sigh. The two men,
two womanizers, were sitting next to each other, and neither side wanted to engage in
conversations. One was not-so-technically cucked, and one was depressed after having a fight
with Daddy. “I know a way you can go out with her.”

“Please, your deceptions fool me no longer.” Kishibe took a huge chug of his alcohol.

“Not as lovers or a simple one-night stand. But as friends...” That initially grabbed Kishibe’s
attention, but his attitude immediately dropped when the word ‘friend’ came along. “Some
dreams... will forever stay dreams, and Quanxi having a boyfriend seems out of place
because of her preference.

“Do you have the ability to weld your mouth shut?” Kishibe really didn’t want to hear it—not
the word ‘girls’ or the L-word at all. And I certainly did not want to hear some advice from
the same guy who was allowed to rawdog Quanxi a few days ago. Denji even busted like
three nuts inside of her cunt in under an hour.

Don’t ask how he got that number.

“But you can hang out with her... as a friend, or collague as best. The more you force yourself
on her, the more the hate grows. So what I’m trying to recommend you do is... Denji gave
Kishibe a few sympathetic pats on the shoulder. “Ask her out for dinner, but drop that flirty
and playboy mannerism. And she may consider going out with you.”

Kishibe said nothing, and he didn’t even move a muscle to sip the alcohol. He was thinking
that Denji could say something like that. Still, the broken vice principal said nothing aside
from giving a loud grunt and slowly sipping his booze. Denji didn’t say anything and left so
that Kishibe could be alone with his thoughts for once. ‘Friends… huh…’

Denji loudly yawned as he stomped away to Makima’s personal office. And once he got
there, the boy was greeted with a sight of the red-haired woman lazily resting on her chair.
Upon his arrival, a smile spread across her face. “It seems like Himeno’s words have reached
you.”

“Yes…” Denji instinctively locked the door, and Makima’s smile widened as the boy
obediently crawled toward her like a dog, his tongue poking and his breaths becoming rapid.
Sadly, Makima wasn’t asking for that kind of ‘petplay’ and told him to stand up; once he did
so, she was free to talk about her minor problem. He dusted off his ankles and straightened
himself. “What do you need me for, Makima-sensei?”

“You mentioned that you once had a dog, correct?” Denji nodded. “Well, Tiramisu, being the
absolutely bad dog he is, decided to chew his own leash for simply... fun. Said leash was
custom-made and would take a few days to arrive, but you know me, right?”

“You take them out for a walk every day.”

“That’s correct, Denji-kun. And now I ask, Do you have any spare leashes for me, given that
you once owned a dog?” She could have just temporarily bought a new leash, but it would be
much easier to borrow one from Denji since he no longer had any need for it. Denji was more
than eager to give her, but he wasn't sure whether those old collars and leashes would fit one
of her huskies or not, but he could try.
“I’ll check, Makima-sensei.” To be honest, he didn’t remember where he put it away, or he
could have thrown it, perhaps. It could still be lying around in his house’s storage, but who
knows?

“That’s good, Denji-kun. And such a request like this comes with a reward, no?” Denji
gulped in anticipation as Makima’s lips softly left a red lipstick mark on his cheek. “Why
don’t you invite Himeno into this? I got wind that she was eager to see you in her house
tonight.”

“I’m not sure since she and... Hayakawa-sensei might be in a relationship.”

“Oh…” Makima rolled her eyes. “We could invite her in too.”

“Makima-sensei… This is…”

“What, you can’t handle all of us at once? ”

“Of course I can! It’s just... out of nowhere, and... I’m not too much in a mood today.” Denji
could have told her about what was currently happening with him, but his family matter was
his concern only, not Makima’s. “No, I can go to your house tonight, Makima-sensei.”

“Good. Now, you can head back to class, or you could... if you’d like to.” Denji’s eyes slowly
widened when he realized that Makima was actually giving him a permit to exit school, just
not through the main gate, of course, and he immediately rushed out of the room and headed
to the secret passage near the fence.

Later.

“No. Not here. So goddamn dusty in here.” Like, how long has this storage not been touched
by anyone? Literally, the first thing Denji saw were spiders when he rummaged through the
piles of unused items. Like hell, Denji even found a few toys that he had stolen from random
shops. His father never spent a song yen for his son unless it was an obligation.

Digging through all the dusted items, Denji finally was able to find the collar and the leash
too, but they were so dirty that Denji couldn’t believe that this collar once had an orange
color. By the way, Denji did find an old yet still-working recorder. “Damn, this thing still has
a battery.” Denji grabbed the two things and headed toward the bathroom to deep clean it.

This brought back some memories of him and his dog running around the neighborhood to
explore. Pochita never liked leash to begin with, and neither did Denji, but since it was a gift
from a neighbor whose dog died, Denji just kept it even though it served no use much. Now,
he just noticed that the house was undeniably empty as his mother was at the hospital and his
father was being detained. “Sometimes, I wish you were still here, buddy.” Denji cleaned the
dust off the name tag, revealing the name Pochita underneath those dirts.

Once he had done the cleaning up, he hung the dog accessories on the hanging rope near the
window of his room. Still, the thought of having sex with Makima, Himeno, and Akera
tonight still lingered in his mind, and yet, Denji didn’t feel much about that. He didn’t feel
excited like he should; he was just completely passive about that. Now, he shall wait until the
collar dried up.

In the meantime, Denji decided to become ‘a mother’ in this house for today. You know,
mopping the floors, cleaning the windows, and doing the laundry. That’s what his mother
does almost daily. “This... will be a long day.” That was when the music served its purpose.

“When I get high, I get high on speed.

Top fuel funny car's a drug for me”

“My heart, my heart!” Denji violently tapped his own chest as he swiftly cleaned the small
table in his living room and quickly moved on to dealing with the bathroom. The toilet
needed heavy cleaning. “Kickstart my heart!” Despite being nearly illiterate in English,
somehow Kickstart My Heart was actually one of Denji’s favorite foreign songs.

When his phone’s battery reached about a quarter, Denji immediately unplugged it and turned
up the volume to the loudest; thankfully, the neighbors wouldn’t easily hear the loud music or
his bad singing. Still, the music really hyped him up, and he became more efficient and faster.
The cleaning was done; now he had to take care of the laundry. “Where’s the washing
powder?”

While Denji was busy, Pochita, coincidentally, walked by the boy’s house and was
immediately captivated by the hanging collar and leash. Although he disliked the tightness
around his neck, he had never been walked before and yearned for some freedom. At first, he
didn’t plan to try it on or anything, but he felt some kind of gravity between him and the
collar. Pochita couldn’t explain why, and he now wanted to wear it.

The collar was now fully dry. Pochita grabbed it and curiously put it around his neck. At first,
he expected it to be much smaller than his own neck, but what he found was surprisingly
astounding. It... fitted him; there was no annoyance or effort to put it on at all. It just fit as if
it were specifically made for him.

Confused yet happy, Pochita’s tail waggled in bliss when it managed to find its ideal size for
a collar. He hoped that he could be walked by Abe or perhaps someone else. His smile
remained on his face until he grabbed the name tag to see the name Pochita written on it.

Agent P…

Pochita…

That was... weird, the dog thought. The first letter coincided with his alias, and frankly, he
was getting a little suspicious of what Abe had said to him. Sure, he believed in what his
master said, but a part of him was urging him to go explore more in Denji’s bedroom, which
might contain some answers.

He quickly ducked when Denji entered the room with a tired sigh. “There’s still a lot to do!”
The piles of dirty clothes on his bed, the unorganized books on his desk, and the dirty
magazines on the floor... Denji picked them up while having a sad face. “I’ll miss you all.”
He threw them all in one bag of trash and proceeded to his desk first.
Just as he started to put aside the books, the boy noticed that an old picture was on the floor
with dust accumulated around it. “Huh, it was here for so long that it began to fossilize
already.” Denji picked it up and inspected it, only to find that it was a picture of him and his
old dog, Pochita.

He blinked, having absolutely nothing to say at all. Nostalia and memories rushed back, and
Denji just stared at it for a long duration before his phone rang inside his pocket, replacing
the melory of his song with vibrations. “Hello?”

“Ahem, is this Denji I’m speaking to?”

“Yes…”

“We’re from the Kohoshi Police Station, and now your father wants to see you for a reason.”

“Why?”

“We are not certain of that.”

“No, I mean, why should I come there?”

“Because he won’t speak unless you’re here, he said that himself." Denji had a groan of
annoyance and pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t want to see his father’s face,
especially after he beat the shit out of Denji and got his mother in a chokehold. Despite the
fear, Denji very much wanted to prove to himself that he would never be his father, and...
Denji wanted to atone for what was supposed to be his fault.

“Alright, sir… I will arrive there soon. Denji hung up when he heard a hum from the other
side of the line and sat down on his bed. His heart was beating crazily due to the fear and
anxiety building up. “I can do this.” Denji wiped his eyes before stepping out of the room and
closing the door, which allowed Pochita to enter.

The dog slowly walked up to the picture that showed a boy carrying something fluffy and
orangy. Initially, Pochita gave himself a hard slap to the face to confirm what he was seeing,
but that image still remained the same. His paws grabbed the picture, and as he looked into
the picture, his eyes averted to a small mirror on Denji’s desk.

The dog in the picture had orange fur, a short tail, and basically everything was strikingly
identical to Agent P’s appearance. Pochita almost dropped the picture in shock, but he was
too stunned to even dare move a muscle. Essentially, everything the prime minister had told
him was all lies.

He could have had a family.

He could have had an owner who cared for him.

He could have had a past life before.

So, he was not an experiment?

“I know you won’t understand what I will be taking to you, but promise me that we best
friends will have each other’s backs. I will protect me as I do you!”

“Woof!”

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“Right this way, sir.” Denji closely followed behind a police officer while he was being led
into his father’s temporary cell. Being the good son he is, Denji didn’t prepare anything, not
even a gift, for his father and just arrived empty-handed. Denji, hands in pockets, walked
down a set of stairs and eventually reached his father’s cell. “I will leave you two to do your
chatting, but we will still observe you through the surveillance cameras.”

Denji nodded, narrowing his eyes as he slowly paced toward the only locked cell in the
hallway. He could hear whispers and mutters from that locked cell, and his suspicion was
confirmed when he saw his father talking to himself about booze and money. He looked up at
Denji and smiled. “Oh, my son! There you are.

“Stop beating around the bush.”

The smile dropped, and Denji’s father approached closer to the bars, scowling at him. “You
know that your papa has an unpaid debt to the Yakuza, right? You know the drill.”

“I don’t have money, and even if I had, I would never give it to you." Denji crossed his arms.

“Looks like…” The father’s grip on the metal bars tightened as his teeth clenched behind his
lips. “You never seem to understand my lesson. Didn’t teachers teach their students to be
obedient to their parents?” The father growled and then pointed at Denji. “Are you not a good
child?”

“I’m not dealing with any of your bullshit or your shitty debt that you brought for yourself! I
cleaned up your mess for months, but now I’m done! Ain’t going to wipe your ass this time.”
Just as Denji was about to leave, he gave his father a phrase that he always wanted to say to
him. “Fuck you and go hang yourself already.”

“I’m your fucking biological father! And you would never be in this world were it not for
me!” His father violently banged on the bars with intense fury, while Denji slightly backed
down in fear. After a while, he stopped and glanced at Denji while breathing like a wild
beast. “I know your fear... You hate me, and that’s why you always try to avoid what I like
most: alcohol, cigarettes, violence... But after all, you have my face and my hair.”

“I ain’t as degenerate as you! And don’t you call my mother ‘woman’!”

“I recall my little Denji sitting around the corner and crying as I beat my wife because she
coughed blood on my food!” His father manically chuckled while Denji’s fists tightened.
“Always powerless, always so vulnerable. That woman… She’s persistent; I almost admired
her when she once tried to shield you from my punches.”

“I will fucking hang you for that!’ Denji let his rage blind him and tried to punch his father,
but the man only took one step back, and he was out of reach. He started taunting Denji even
further, going as far as touching his deepest guilts or taking shit about his mother. “I swear
that you will die the most horrible death ever imagined! I swear that!”

“Big threat from a weak boy that couldn’t protect his own mother! I could have killed you
when you were six at the time, if only the alcohol didn’t put me to sleep.” His father rolled
his eyes as Denji finally let go of his anger, but visible hatred was still in his body language
and facial expression. “Ever fucking wondered how I met you, mother?”

“No.”

“Oh, I never fell in love with her in the very beginning!” Denji already knew that part,
judging by the abuse and toxicity. “She was once one of the richest girls in Tokyo back in the
day, but despite her nobility, she was naïve, fucking dumb, or unable to even run because of
her stupid heart disease that somehow she couldn’t get rid of.”

“Shut up!”

“I met her!” His father grinned at him. “We accidentally crashed into each other when we’re
in our last year of high school. And from that moment on, I knew that I had hit the fucking
goldmine! A few quick, sweet words and promises were enough for her to fall for me. I just
had one thing left to do in order to have my hand on her riches.”

“Stop!”

“I proceeded to rape and knock her up, and I forced her to have a marriage with me.… but
sadly, it was a bind instead. Her family fucking died in a car accident, and their whole
company went bankrupt. Now, instead of the money I could have gotten, I instead got these
two fucking burdens!” He tried to grab Denji’s collar, but the boy was quick enough to stand
back before his father could grab him. He furiously banged on the bars before cursing at
Denji repeatedly. “You hear that!? You were never meant to be born out of love! You were
just a mere asset that I used to have my hands on her property!”

“…” Denji tightly gritted his teeth and tried to resist the temptation of having his fists
connected to the asshole’s cheeks. The father just kept taunting and laughing at his own son
as his words began to get more venomous and hate-filled. “Ugh…” Denji exhaled, much to
his father’s confusion, and the boy pulled out a recorder, the same one he got from the
storage, out of his pocket. “I guess that I have enough evidence.”

“Wh- What!?”

“Rape, abuse, threats, yada yada. And the list goes on!” Denji laughed and paused the recoder
while his father just stared in disbelief and anger. He was so deeply speechless that he could
only curse at Denji as the boy stomped away while whistling. Denji ignored his threats and
attempts to guilt-trip him. Denji realized that he had forgotten something. “Oh, and uhh, I
threw away your clothes and stuff in the trash can... I hope that you know the implication.”

“DENJIIII!!”

Denji said nothing, made the shut-up gesture, ran his index finger along his jawlines, and
spoke. “Bye bye!” Then he handed the recorder to the police and went home immediately.
Having nothing else to do, he just took one good nap before going to Makima’s house.

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Pochita quietly snuck past the security guards that were standing in front of the file room.
The dog was strictly forbidden from entering this room by Abe, and not once did he disobey
that order. But now, curiosity and questions were driving him to do this. After successfully
evading the guards, Pochita immediately walked around and stopped at the section called
“Operation Hybrid.”.

He rummaged through the files until he found one that was named Agent P and picked it up.
What surprised him most was that it was completely different from what Abe had told him. It
did specify that he was abducted. Confused and frantic, Pochita turned a page and saw a
picture of him walking with

Denji?

“So you know...” Pochita panicked when he heard Abe’s voice. The prime minister,
accompanied by two of the dog’s siblings, let out a disappointed sigh before trying to
approach Pochita, who stepped back in fear. “Had you let your ignorance blind you, none of
this would have happened... Why did you have to betray us? Betrayed… your family?”

Pochita pointed at the picture with a confused look. To be frank, the dog was getting a little
nervous and didn’t know what to say or do. On one hand, he was happy that he once had an
owner who loved him, but at the same time, he didn’t want to betray his master’s feelings by
going back to Denji. He pointed at the picture again, pressuring Abe into answering his
questions.

“It seems like hiding isn’t an option anymore.” Abe sighed and looked around the room.
“You were never made in some test tubes, nor were your... so-called siblings... You were all
never made in a test tube. That’s right! You all had special abilities before we even got wind
of you! That includes you too, agent P.”

Pochita absolutely didn’t understand anything about what Abe uttered.

“We might never know why you all have those regenerative abilities from the beginning and
the enhanced cognitions, and once I thought they would greatly serve as my... servants, I
ordered out a division to capture each of you.”

Pochita looked back at the file again and read the capture measure. His eyes went wider the
more he read the description. Abe sent a few specialized agents to capture Pochita right in the
middle of the night, but due to his persistence and aggressiveness, it took quite a large
amount of time to even subdue him while Denji was deeply anesthetized by the agents.

Some of Pochita’s blood was spilled, as the files mentioned. “But those few drops of blood...
It saved that boy, Agent P. We speculated that one drop of your blood was dropped on his
mouth, and he unknowingly gulped it down. And that explained why he got rid of his genetic
heart disease.

Abe was told that Denji’s blood somehow contained traits of Pochita’s cell, and after a while
of reading Denji’s medical record, it wasn’t that hard to figure out that the boy escaped death
simply because of Pochita. Ever since the dog had disappeared, Denji miraculously never had
any sickness, even being resistant to the common cold or COVID. That essentially filled all
the gaps in everything. “But he remembers you no longer, agent P. That boy has moved on
from you long ago... Come to us; come to your true family.”

Pochita wasn’t so easily fooled by that. He heard the noises of his siblings positioning
themselves and readying to tackle him down if he chose to retaliate. He desperately looked
around to find another possible escape route. “We gave you a new life and a new purpose
rather than letting you live with that miserable boy!”

Miserable?

Pochita dropped the files, and as the other animals readied their stances, the dog’s hand
slowly reached for his fedora on top of his head and threw it away. “What are you doing?”
Abe squinched his eyes in suspicion as Pochita slowly looked up at him with a determined
look. The dog would endure anything, but calling his past owner miserable crossed the line.
“Agent P?” Abe was ready to activate the shock collar on Pochita’s neck.

“My name is Pochita.” Abe’s eyes widened in shock when Pochita spoke. This was the first
time he had ever heard the dog’s speech, as he always thought that Pochita was incapable of
speaking. “I’m not… agent P…”

“…”

“And I have a family... His name is Denji.”

Just as Abe was about to hit the button, he came to realize that the device in his hand was
gone, and a puff of smoke erupted from where Pochita was standing. “I quit my job!” He
heard Jiraiya’s voice somewhere in this room, and when the smoke all evaporated, neither of
his agents were seen. Frustrated, he ordered all of the animals to come find them
immediately.
“Mister Prime Minister, the cameras were all down and the security system was rigged!”
One of the security guards came up to inform Abe of the idea. Oh yes, guess who takes care
of that stuff? EVA-01… Abe stomped on the floor with a roar and cursed everything except
his wife.

“AGENT P!!”

“Where am I?” Jiraya crushed the device in his hand and sat down on the dusty couch.
Pochita noticed that he was residing in some kind of hideout. There were his colleagues; they
all seemed to be planning something. EVA-01 approached Pochita and offered to take off the
collar for him.

“I can’t believe that PM literally joined a cult!” Sukuna snickered. “They teach some kind of
stuff about motherhood as if it’s an eternal blessing! Fuck, they even said that 16 was the best
age!”

“About our… boys… What shall we do? What’s our plan?” Yagi coughed as they all
gathered around a large table. “We’re basically traitors from now on. No turning back or
surrendering.”

“We kill…” Everyone else looked up to where the voice came from and was surprised to
know that it was Pochita, who gave them a weird look. “We kill Abe and go back to our old
life.”

“Very well…” Yagi gulped. “Like he said, Abe’s mind is now long gone, so it would be better
if he was put down, and then we can put an end to this... mass copulations.

“As long as I get to drink more beer, I’m in!” Jiraiya snapped his finger.

“I wish to be cared for by my creators.” EVA-01’s electronic voice boomed.

“If we’re going to die, then let’s make it the most known death that will remain remembered
for eternity!” Gantetsusai laughed.

“This just feels like Metal Gear Rising.” Sukuna shrugged his shoulders. “Instead of killing a
buff American senator, we’re going to kill a Japanese prime minister... Count me in!”

“We do it JFK way or what?”

“Actually… I have some business to take care of before we begin to plan our attacks.
Weirdly, Pochita walked out of the room; much to the collagues’ surprise, the dog actually
took a thick rope with him and walked out of the hideout. He had one target today.

Best friends protect each other, right?

Denji’s father groaned as the image of his son’s wicked smile returned to his memory. He
quietly cursed the boy’s name and also his wife’s, swearing that he would do ten times worse
once he got out of prison. He couldn’t keep his eyes closed and abruptly sat up with a groan.
“Denji… I’ll kill you.”
Blinking, he noticed that someone’s shadow was approaching his cell. At first, he didn’t
really give a fuck about who it was, whether it was a police officer or anyone else; he just
groaned while the shawdow got larger and larger until... A dog entered his point of view.
“The fuck…?”

Pochita glanced at the man with a small smile. Despite his old memory being all hazy and
clouded, he had witnessed the abuse that occurred on Denji’s mother’s birthday, and since he
was the boy’s best friend, he would do what he should do. “Is that a rope?”

Pochita showed him the rope and proceeded to tie it into a noose. Confused and speechless,
the father ordered the dog to fuck off out of his sight, but Pochita, still with an eerie smile,
squeezed himself through the gap of the bars and readied his nose.

There was silence, and then a scream was immediately cut off by the sound of muffled
breathing and screaming. The shadow indicated that a man with a noose around his neck was
strangling in the air while a weird creature was trying to tighten the hole in order to fully
block off his throat. A few seconds later, silence occurred again, and Pochita left the cell with
a contented smile.

Best friends…

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Last night was crazy!

Denji held his crotch and whimpered. Three mature women at the same time! He never knew
that Makima and Himeno would be such a deadly duo while Akera was less engaging. “Oh
my God... I can’t feel my dick. Denji certainly didn’t notice that Quanxi and Kishibe walked
past him.

“What do you want, vice principal?” Quanxi turned around with a stern face.

What surprised her most was that Kishibe didn’t have any grin or flirty mannerism at all, and
she also noticed that he shaved all of his comically overgrown beard today. “I just want to let
you know that I found a Chinese restaurant down the streets...

“And?”

“I wonder if... you would agree to have dinner with me? As friends or colleagues, of course.”
That certainly got her eyebrows raised in suspicion. She got so used to seeing him act like a
playboy, so it was quite a sight to see him so polite. “You can take your girls along, but... you
don’t have to agree to the offer.
“Well… I guess I now crave for some, actually. What time tonight?” Kishibe’s eyes burst
open in excitement, but he externally acted all calm and just let out a sigh before he turned
around to look at Denji, who was now nowhere to be seen.

“I’ll pay.”

“I’ll bring my girls along.”

Denji felt that today was... different, but shrugging those thoughts off, he soon set him a goal
to reconcile with the Mitaka sisters again. They actively avoided him like plague and would
proceed to threaten to kill him if he dared talk about their mother. After a few minutes of
walking and searching, the boy managed to find the sisters sitting on a bench, and they
looked up to see him.

Their facial expressions swiftly changed into scowls, and yet Denji still chose to walk toward
them. Of course, he knew that it was useless to do that, but he would keep trying and trying
until he earned that forgiveness that he would never reach.

“Yoru, we should go talk to him.”

“No!”

“Why are you so stubborn!? You keep rewatching the porno videos of him all the time!”

“Shut the fuck up!!!”

“I-

“Shut the hell up, Denji!” The sisters both pointed at the blonde boy with a shout, and he
immediately shut his mouth. “Why do you deny yourself that much!? Didn’t you already say
that to me when I lacked the courage to ask him to penetrate me?”

“Shut up…” Yoru groaned and just released all of her anger at Denji instead. “You! It was all
because of you!” Denji Guility looked down, and just as he kneeled down in front of her,
Yoru eventually calmed her breaths and sighed. “I hate to say it, but I miss that miserable
dick of yours.” Yoru pointed at Denji, biting her lips and wondering if she should say it. “Do
not… mistake this as forgiveness... I will forever hold this grudge.”

“Okay…” Denji gulped as Yoru pulled out her phone to seemingly text someone. He felt a
vibration inside his pants and pulled out the device to see the notification that Yoru had
unblocked him. “Oh…”

“Tomorrow night… My room… Me and Asa.”

“Hey, I didn’t agree to be in this!”

“Oh my God, Asa!” Yoru groaned. “Then explain to me what the fuck you did when I left
you two unattended. You clearly wanted to hop on his fucking dick!”

“That was one time! And you have done things way worse with him!”
Denji awkwardly stared at the scene occurring in front of him and just excused himself to
leave afterward. Of course, the sisters didn’t even care about him and just continued to throw
insults at each other childishly. While he was walking around the vicinity to find Yuko, he
inconveniently ran into a police offer. “What?”

“We’re here to give you news.”

Denji noticed that Akera was standing right behind the officer, so she must have been the one
to lead him here. The boy just boredly rolled his eyes, not really wanting to hear anything
about his father anymore. The police officer nodded before standing straight.

“Your father… He hung himself last night. We could not pinpoint exactly where he got the
noose, but from that, we apologize to announce that your father is gone.” He gave Denji a
salute, and the boy, eyes wide, just stared in disbelief. Denji couldn’t believe what he had just
heard, and so he told the guy to repeat it again. The officer complied without any hesitation.
“Your father passed away last night.”

“By what method?”

“He hangs himself.”

Denji nodded and tightly bit his lips, trying to control his emotion. Akera came to pat him on
the shoulder to show empathy, but upon further inspection, she noticed that Denji was
laughing. Initially, she panickedly thought that Denji was slowly descending to insanity, and
she worriedly asked him until he looked up with a wide grin.

“My wish… It came true.” Denji muttered, tears leaking out of his eyes. He was over the
moon to hear that news and wouldn’t give any sh*t if someone said that he was ungrateful.
That’s right! Denji never cared about his father at all. The boy couldn’t recall any good
moments he had with his papa, so hearing that he was dead brought intense joy to him.
“We’re free from him.”

“Denji…”

“I have never felt happier.” Denji sighed.

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And after that, life goes on, but much happier.

Denji had never felt such joy like this before. Although his mother was yet to be discharged
from the hospital, Denji thought that it was better left that way since Denji didn’t finish
cleaning up the whole house. It no longer had that unbearable smell of alcohol or cigarettes.
Denji quickly got to work and threw away all of his father’s belongings. No funeral; nothing
for the asshole.

Makima returned Denji the collar and the leash, and the boy, instead of putting them back in
the storage, chose to honorably place them in the living room and put a picture of him and
Pochita beside the accessories. “I miss you, Pochita... My wish came true..."

Unbeknownst to the boy, the real Pochita was observing Denji, but the dog didn’t choose to
confront him. Just like Abe said, Denji fully believed that his dog was already gone, as that
happened ten years ago, and Pochita was already two or three- years -old before the
disappearance. And so, Pochita knew that it would be best to remain Denji’s protector.

“Time for school, now.” Denji groaned before grabbing his backpack and heading out for
school. Once he reached the gate, he was greeted by Akera, who was just coincidentally
passing by to ask the security guard about something. “You really look better with your hair
down, sensei!”

Akera noticed that she didn’t tie her hair into the signature ponytail she always had. “Oh
shoot… I forgot to bring my hair tie.” She embarrassedly grunted, blaming all of that on her
girlfriend’s crazy sex last night.

“Sister…” Akera rapidly turned around to see her brother, who was shyly standing in front of
her while holding something behind his back. “You forgot this.” Akera’s eyes slightly
widened when he held out her favorite hair tie, and Akera grabbed it with a quiet thank you.
Not only that, but she also felt a hug around her waist. “I’m sorry for being such a bad
brother to you... You must be really hating me!”

“Taiyo, wait, no, not at all.” Akera flushed as more students passed by and gossiped about the
display of sibling love. Although embarrassed, Akera still gently wrapped her arms around
Taiyo’s back, and he tightened the hug. “I’m sorry for being strict with you sometimes.”

“No, I should be the one to apologize.”

“Taiyo…” He acted so immature sometimes. She swiped the tear off the young boy’s cheek,
and they leaned in for another hug. “I’m sorry…”

“Me too…”

Meanwhile, the scene was completely recorded by a few students, while Denji just observed
the scene with a small smile. “She does look better with her hair down.” Reze mumbled and
turned to Denji. “Should I let my hair down too?”

“Nah, I don’t think so.” Denji shrugged his shoulders. “You’re better this way.”

“Smooth motherfucker…” Haruka snickered and sighed. “Did you guys know that Seigi and
Nobana actually became a couple?”

“What?”
“…”

“…”

“Seigi is actually a bottom.”

“Don’t ever fucking feed me that kind of information!”

After that, Denji went to the cafeteria, chatted with a few girls along the way, and bought his
own lunch. Choosing to sit down at Quanxi’s group’s table, he was immediately swarmed
around by the girls, and Quanxi was minding her own business.

Everything was awesome!! Until…

“Breaching! Breaching!” Something slid across the floor, and the students all turned their
gaze to the rolling object, which turned out to be a flashbang. Immediately, a white flash
blinded the whole cafeteria and sent the whole room into disarray and chaos, and the mobile
task force rushed in. “Secure the target!”

“What the fuck!?” Denji was immediately tackled down on the floor while his vision was
blinded by the flask. He couldn’t break out of the MTF guy’s grasp and was held down on the
ground until his vision returned. Once he could finally see what was happening, a fucking
gun was pointed right at his face. “Woah woah!!”

“Target secured!” They thoroughly checked around the cafeteria to see if there were any
third-party presences before nodding to each other. “No sign of the traitors. Escort the prime
minister in!”

“Prime minister?” The students all wondered and soon found themselves speechless when
Shinzo Abe entered the cafeteria with a big smile as he approached Denji with his hand held
out.

“Denji, what’s happening!?” Pingtsi was afraid of the men with guns and hid behind Quanxi,
who worriedly hugged all of her girls closely as Abe urged Denji into having a handshake
with him.

“I apologize for my men’s rather aggressiveness.” Abe laughed as Denji weakly returned the
handshake. After being told that Pochita was not around, Abe immediately pulled the
confused boy into a hug. “It’s rather my pleasure to meet one of my best... employees in
person, for lack of words.

“What the fuck is happening?” Denji didn’t understand what was happening. These guys just
barged in and pointed a gun right at his face, and then the prime minister came in. The boy
was utterly speechless and baffled, to say the least. Abe could understand that, and he wanted
to make Denji relax.

“Employees? What does he mean by that?” Akera and Himno rushed in to see the ruckus that
was happening in the cafeteria. Kishibe didn’t know what was happening and sat back to see
what would occur next.
“You have done your job well, Denji.”

“What kind of job...”

“You know…” Abe smiled at him before nodding at his men. The boy’s confusion only grew
while the other students were absolutely speechless, and their mutters only grew louder when
they saw Santa being escorted by the task force guys. She was holding her belly and burping.

“She just puked.” Denji remarked.

“Yes, but that was not what I was implying. The main surprise was... Abe’s smile widened
when Santa accurately rested her hand on her belly. Denji was still confused as the prime
minister wrapped a hand around the boy’s neck. “She’s got a bun in the oven.”

“… What?”

“You know, when a man really loves a woman, they mate, and nine months later...” Denji’s
eyes widened, indicating that he already understood the implication. Okay, it would be quite a
scandal, but one accidental pregnancy would never get Abe’s attention at all. It’s not like
Denji knocked up like half of the girls in this school, right?

Right?

“Who else in this room had sex with Denji? Please raise your hand!” Abe turned his attention
to the students and the few teachers. “Don’t be so shy! It’s not like I would order my men to
arrest you on the spot. You girls can relax.

Someone raised her hand. “Oh yes, anyone else!?”

Another one. “Good! Good!”

Quanxi sighed before reluctantly doing so, as did her girls. “Oh, you have been busy; is that
correct, Denji?” The boy gulped in fear, his eyes slowly widening in fear of the thing that
even the man who wants power and motivation fears.

Himeno was the next to raise her hand, along with Akera. Immediately, that got a shocked
reaction from the students, and Kishibe just rolled her eyes, and then he realized something.
‘What?’ He saw his niece there, already raising her arm with a smile. ‘Denji, you
motherfucker, if you dare to knock her up, I will fucking stab you in your groin!’

“Quite a number.” Abe amusedly nodded when nearly all the girls in this cafeteria raised their
hands. Back to Denji, the prime minister just gave the boy firm pats on both sides of his
shoulders. “You’re going to be a father to many, many, many children.”

“The fuck..,?”

“Every single girl you ever copulated with is now carrying your child."

"THE FUCK!?”
“You’re now given a big responsibility that very few people could take.” So that just meant
that condoms, pills, and pulling them out seemed to have no effect at all because Abe ordered
his agents to poke every single condom and replace pills with candies. The mere thought of
having more than a hundred children sent a chill down his spine, and Denji gulped again.

“Wait… Does that mean...?”

“Oh, of course, I’m here to congratulate you on the achievement.” No support… No financial
support!? So that basically meant that Denji...

Would fucking have to pay all of the child's support by himself!?

“And announce that we will financially help you take care of your children.” Ah, Denji
sighed in relief, and then he realized something again.

HIs mother.

“Does she know?!”

“Oh, your mother? Yes, we have already informed her of that. Poor woman almost passed out
in shock, but with a blissful smile, of course!” Great, now his mother would never see him in
the same way again. Abe held out his hand for another handshake, and when Denji did what
he wanted, he bowed at the boy before excusing himself to leave. “It’s such a shame that our
conversation has to end so quickly, but I still have many employees to congrats too.”

Even a minute after the prime minister had left the school, his arrival still stunned the whole
school, and Denji was immediately swarmed over by a lot of boys who wanted to ask for his
rizz. The blonde boy with sharp teeth was left broken, for he knew what his future would be.

His phone rang, and he soullessly pulled out it to see a notification from Akane.

Snaky

Guess what?
*Snaky sent you a picture*
Fucking congratulations!
We’re going to be a shitty pair of parents, thanks to you and your shitty inability to pull
out!

You

But you said that you liked to be creamed!!

Oh… And there were much, much more girls texting and sending him pictures of the
pregnancy tests, all while Kishibe and Kusakabe were standing right behind him. Denji
weakly turned around with a forced smile, and then he immediately broke into a run.
“They are chasing each other!” Kosumo pointed at the third floor, where the two teachers
were hunting down the poor boy. Quanxi said nothing and just closely hugged her girls.
“Quanxi-sis… What are we going to do with our... babies?”

Honestly, having a kid was never on Quanxi’s bucket list at all, but every reckless decision
comes with a price. “I do not know.” She honestly didn’t know what she would do; maybe
she could keep the baby or sign it up for adoption.

“Noooooo!!!” Himeno’s cries of desperation shook the whole school. Her youth, her time,
and her joy would all be wasted on raising a kid. Akera softly came to comfort her girlfriend,
who hugged her while sobbing uncontrollably.

All of this happened while Makima was sipping her tea comfortably, soothingly caressing her
belly. “I believe that you will have a lot of half-siblings, Nayuta.” Even though she was just
mere weeks into pregnancy, she just firmly guessed that she would have a daughter, and
Nayuta was her name.

This would be one hell of a scandal.

“Great… Now our boys’ faces were all over the news!” Jiraiya sat on the couch and stared in
disbelief as the television showcased a bunch of pictures featuring Abe shaking hands with
the boys. Pochita just let out a sigh when he saw Denji on the screen. “Imagine the child
support...”

“Good riddance!” King almost passed out after roughly calculating the amount of money.

“We need a gunsmith.” Sukuna stared at the screen as Abe gave a speech about birthrates in
Japan. “Someone who has the skill and would be willing enough to help us!” The group spent
a lot of time thinking, and after a few minutes, EVA-01 finally found one guy that could help
him. “Let’s go, then.”

“Is anybody home?” Yagi politely pushed the doorbell. “Are you sure this is the right place?”

“Yup!”

“Dunno.”

There was a buzz coming from the doorbell, and a voice was heard. “Busy. Go away.”

“We have something that might interest you!” Sukuna stepped forward and spoke to the
doorbell.

“Speak.”

“We’re planning to assassinate the prime minister! This could be a cool premise for your new
Metal Gear Rising, you know.” Almost immediately, the front door was opened, revealing a
man who wore glasses and had a very short beard. The rest of the group, saved for Sukuna
and EVA-01, all gasped in shock when the guy who could help was just... a game developer?

“This sounds fun. I wish to join in too!”

 “Wait, I do not want to be rude, but may I ask your name?” Yagi asked.

The man with glasses just crossed his arms and pridefully raised his head. “My name is...
Kojima Hideo!”

Chapter End Notes

The person who kills Abe is Yamagami Tetsuya, but for some reason, a French politician
thought that Hideo Kojima was the killer because... well, they are japanese and wear
glasses. Also, where Metal Gear Rising 2: Re-Revengeance?

https://www.reddit.com/r/metalgearsolid/comments/vuc00d/french_farright_politician_s
hares_footage_of/

The ending was supposed to be very different. The boys were meant to run away from
child support right after Abe visited them (Vergil would be proud) and eventually, they
would meet up and live in the streets for years! Just so they can avoid child support... Of
course, that would be hilarious but Denji couldn't just leave his mother on his own, so I
tweaked the ending a bit.

I never realized that Pochita, while acting goofy and cute, was actually brutal in manga,
so I added a scene of him hanging Denji's father.

I might write a chapter of Denji visiting his kids, but that chance isn't definitely 100%.
But knowing me, I might even start writing it because I have never seen any stories that
involve Makima and Nayuta in a mother-daughter relationship while Denji was the
young and unexperienced father. Fun fact, this fic was inspired by memes, and that one
fanart of Shiren, a popular Twitter artist

https://www.reddit.com/r/Chainsawfolk/comments/17qybs1/fact_denmaki_is_the_only_
canon_ship_because/

https://twitter.com/ourboy83/status/1727805855268208813/photo/1

How fucking wholesome...Also, I don't like khyleri much.

Well, another year, another CSM fanfic ended... What do you think of this one? Is it
bad? Is it good? Was the smut average? You guys can comment down below, and thank
you for reading all of this. I appreciate the kudos, bookmarks and hits I have received,
so thank you, once again. It's been quite a ride, gentlemen... I have done my job as the
pioneer of Denji/underrated girls, (expect for a few girls who appeared in one panel),
and gosh, I do have a plan to write Denji/Nayuta's teacher. I wish someone could carry
the touch and become another me to carry on writing Denji's fantasy... I'm tired, boss. I
just don't wanna be the only guy to write this kind of trope.
And again, why there hasn't been another CSM harem fic!?? I found only one written in
Wattpad, it was called Corazón único. Obviously, it was all in spanish, but it felt nice to
see that I wasn't alone.

P/S: Finally, I have found Toggle1 and I was more than pleased to read his stories. God
has truly blessed me.
End Notes

I'm... disappointed that no one has ever written a story of Denji fucking all girls. He clearly
wished for a harem, and you all still gave him Gayshida.

Again, I'm not good at smut, so it will not be as good as other smut writers.

What girls do you want to be in this story? Mine is that one tomboy girl, Santa Claus, Yuko
and Quanxi.

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