On an electrical pole overlooking the city, the pale blue moon cast long shadows across the rooftops.
A petite girl in black robes perched there, balanced effortlessly despite the height. She furrowed her brows, violet eyes narrowing as she scanned the streets below.
"What an intense surge of Spiritual Pressure. Is it a Hollow? A curse? Or a demon?"
The girl was strikingly pretty in a delicate, almost doll-like way: fair-skinned, almost luminous under the moonlight, with big, expressive violet eyes that seemed to pierce through the night. Her black hair reached just past her shoulders in a neat bob, several straight strands hanging forward between her eyes like dark curtains framing her focused expression.
Although she was lacking in the thicker, more voluptuous curves that many might expect from someone radiating such beauty, her small frame carried an undeniable attraction for many.
She looked just like a fairy.
Of death that is.
Rukia Kuchiki tilted her head, murmuring, "No. This spiritual pressure doesn't carry that usual detestable mix. A human perhaps? Strange. I thought all Sorcerers, Mages, Maken-ki, and other superhumans were taught to keep their energy signatures at a respectable level in the city."
A couple centuries ago, when the era of the supernatural started declining and mortal society started dominating more upon the world, almost all of the supernatural forces had all come to an unanimous decision.
A contract was made.
That was to keep the supernatural and the ordinary separate, to suppress powerful beings from rampaging across the world.
All God-like beings are forbidden to fight in the modern world, naturally. Only those at a certain level could wander the modern world with ease, of course, with the perquisite of keeping their respective energies at a down low to prevent drawing the attention of 'calamities'.
In a situation in which individuals who possesses the power that could break the world want to fight? Then they must construct a small dimension to fight in.
If someone doesn't follow the rule? Well, then they would be hunted down by forces that protects the secrecy of the supernatural from the normal.
This way, the delicate balance between the normal and the supernatural are kept. And there would be no great war between the supernatural organizations.
"It couldn't be a skirmish between certain factions. I just only feel one, albeit strange, spiritual power signature."
"Could it be... A newly awakened?!"
Her eyes widened, an expression mixed of surprise and horror.
'I have to hurry! Before—!'
Without any hesitation, Rukia took a step forward.
She disappeared in a flash.
And in the ears of those aligned with the supernatural.
Terrifying beastly roars sounded throughout the night city.
In Zenkichi's house, within his bathroom.
"Ah! Ah! Z-Zenkichi~!" Medaka moaned as Zenkichi burrowed two fingers deep into her dripping heat, curling them against that perfect, spongy spot inside her that made her spine arch off the cool tile wall.
The black lace panties were long gone, crumpled somewhere near the sink. Her legs were spread wide, one thigh hooked over his shoulder, the other trembling as he was knelt between them. His mouth was latched to her clit, tongue flicking in merciless little circles while his fingers pumped in and out with wet, obscene squelches that echoed off the walls.
Medaka's hands were buried in his hair, nails scraping his scalp. Her head was thrown back, dark-purple strands plastered to her sweat slick throat and collarbones, mouth open in a continuous stream of broken, high-pitched cries she couldn't suppress anymore.
"Mmm~! Z-Zenkichi! Aah...Aah.. Deeper~ Yeees~"
He obliged, fingers digging more into her folds. The vibration making her hips jerk violently. He added a third finger, stretching her further, scissoring gently until her walls fluttered and clenched around the intrusion like they were trying to pull him in forever.
His free hand gripped the meat of her thigh, keeping her open, keeping her pinned exactly where he wanted her.
"I-I'm cumming~!! Aaaah~!"
She came like a dam breaking.
Her whole body locked, thighs clamping around his head, back bowing so sharply the tiles creaked behind her. A gush of slick coated his fingers, his chin, dripping down his wrist in hot rivulets.
"Aah...! Aaah...."
Medaka's scream cracked into a sob of pure overstimulation, hips grinding down onto his face as she rode the aftershocks, milking every last pulse from her climax.
"Mm. Delicious," Zenkichi smirked, licking his lips.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, only to replace them with his tongue, lapping up every drop like a man starved.
"Ah! Z-Zenkichi, that-! I just caaame... Mmm!" Medaka pleaded, eyes hazy and teary. Yet, despite showing vulnerability in her eyes, the dopey smile on her face showed her true feelings.
"No, ah! You're gonna break my pussy! I'm cumming!!"
"I can't wait anymore." Zenkichi pulled out, looking up at her with hungry eyes, his hard cock throbbing and twitching.
Medaka slowly nodded.
He rose, hauling her up by the backs of her thighs until her legs locked around his waist. Medaka's arms wound around his neck instantly, mouths crashing together in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss tasting herself on his tongue.
He carried her out of the bathroom, still dripping and shaking, and dropped her onto his bed unceremoniously.
Medaka immediately rolled onto her stomach, arching her back, presenting herself with shameless confidence. Her folds were swollen, glistening, puffy from his earlier attention; a thin trail of her arousal slid down the inside of one thigh.
"Inside," she demanded, voice wrecked but commanding. "Now. Fill me up with your long. Thick. Cock~"
Zenkichi's hard cock twitched in anticipation. His lust and craving for Medaka almost clouded his thinking, but his cock wasn't the only thing that hard and firm.
His will was beyond most of his peers, so he quickly calmed down.
No. Despite how much he wants to plow her recklessly, this was still her first time.
He knelt behind her, gripped her hips, and paused.
His cock hovered just at her entrance, the swollen head kissing her slick, swollen folds. Medaka was dripping, her arousal coating her inner thighs in shiny trails, her pussy clenching on nothing in needy little pulses that made the sight almost obscene.
Zenkichi leaned over her back, chest pressing to her spine, one hand sliding up to cup her jaw and turn her face so he could see her eyes.
They were half-lidded, dark with hunger, pupils blown wide, but there was still that unshakable clarity underneath.
"Medaka-chan," he rasped, voice rough but steady. "This is your first time. I need you to tell me if it's too much. Even if it's just a little. Promise me."
Medaka's lips slowly curved; wicked, utterly confident.
"Zenkichi. You know how strong I am. I could even handle getting beat by a metal pipe almost everyday in middle school."
"I'm just built different. So don't worry about me. You could split me in half and I'd still beg for more~"
She rolled her hips back deliberately, dragging her soaked entrance along his length in a slow, teasing glide that made them both shudder.
"But if it makes you feel better..." She reached back, fingers wrapping around the base of him, guiding the head to nestle right against her opening. "I promise. The second anything feels wrong, I'll tell you."
"Now stop treating me like I'm fragile. I want to feel every inch of you stretching me open. I want you to ruin me."
"Break me so bad that if I ever think about anyone else, all I'll feel is how full you made me. How deep you went. How much you claimed."
"Make it so that whenever you're near me, my womb would tremble. My cunt watering in anticipation of you."
Zenkichi gulped, eyes wide as listened and stared at that firm, perfect arch of her back.
Her ass raised high, thighs trembling just slightly from anticipation rather than strain, the glistening pink of her entrance already parted and waiting for him.
The sight alone made his cock throb painfully against her fingers, the head kissing her slick heat with every tiny shift.
"Fuck me."
At that, all thoughts of hesitation was thrown out of the window.
Zenkichi's hands tightened on her hips, thumbs digging into the soft dip above her ass cheeks, until the skin paled under the pressure. He exhaled roughly through his nose as he pushed forward!
"Ah! Mmm~!" Medaka moaned sensually, as the head breached her easily; her slick walls parting around him like warm silk, yielding without resistance.
She let out a long, shuddering breath, not a sound of pain but pure, overwhelmed satisfaction. Her fingers flexed around his base once before sliding away, letting him take full control.
He went in, deep.
Until his hips met the plush curve of her ass and he was seated to the hilt— balls pressed flush against her clit, cock throbbing deep inside where no one had ever been.
Medaka moaned; low, broken, almost reverent. Her inner walls fluttered wildly around him, rippling in rhythmic squeezes.
She was impossibly hot, impossibly tight, yet there was no clench of discomfort. There was only greedy, welcoming heat that sucked him deeper with every tiny pulse.
"So… full," she breathed, voice trembling for the first time that night. Blood dripping down. "I can feel you...mm! Oh my..."
'I... I've finally did it,' Zenkichi breathe heavily, as the realization of banging Medaka hit him.
Medaka Kurokami, his childhood friend.
His crush of the last several years.
His cock now inside of her.
"Medaka-chan, I'm going to move now." He whispered into her ear.
Medaka softly giggled. "I'm ready. I've been ready for a long time~"
Zenkichi pulled back halfway, slow enough that they both felt every dragging ridge, then snapped his hips forward again.
*Pak!*
The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the room.
"Aahn! Ooh!"
Medaka's moan cracked into a cry.
He did it again, harder this time, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with enough force to rock her forward on her elbows.
*Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!*
She took it. Pushed back to meet every thrust. Met him stroke for stroke like it was a fight she refused to lose.
"Fuck. You're so hot, Medaka-chan." Zenkichi muttered, leaning onto her back and softly kissing her nape as he held her hand as a lover.
"Mmm~! Yes~ Deeper, Zenkichi. Ahn! Harder!"
Zenkichi was too much of a gentleman to refuse.
He leaned bacm and gripped her waist with both hands. And he fucked her deep and relentless, hips pistoning in a brutal rhythm that made the bedframe groan and the headboard thud rhythmically against the wall.
*Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!* *Pak!*
Each thrust bottomed out with a slick, obscene sound; each withdrawal dragged a fresh gush of her arousal down his shaft, coating his balls, dripping onto the sheets.
"Aaah! Mmmmm!"
Medaka was loud, shamelessly so, moans turning into keening cries, then wordless gasps as he pounded into that perfect spot inside her over and over.
"Z-Zenkichi, yes! Ah~ There! Harder! Ah~ Oh!"
"Don't stop, fill me! Mmmm! Flood my uterus with your cream!"
He reached under her, fingers finding her clit; rubbing tight, fast circles in time with his thrusts.
She creamed almost instantly.
Her whole body stiffened; back bowing, thighs clamping around his hips, walls clamping down so hard it nearly hurt. A gush of slick arousal flooded around his cock as she came with a scream that echoed off the walls, milking him in violent, rhythmic pulses.
Zenkichi fucked her through it, and instinctively he reached down to grope her large breasts. His eyes wide in fascination.
'Damn. They're as large as Seiko's... Or even bigger?'
They were firm and supple, it was like kneading dough, yielding just enough under his palms to make his fingers sink in, yet springing back with perfect, athletic resilience the moment he eased up.
She was shaking, oversensitive, gasping.
Then he slowly pulled out. He watched the way her entrance gaped for a heartbeat before fluttering closed, a thick strand of their combined wetness stretching between them.
He flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion.
Legs hooked over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half.
Their eyes locked.
Medaka looked utterly ruined; hair scattered, cheeks tear-streaked from pleasure, lips swollen. But her gaze burned with the same fierce hunger.
"That was a bit unfair, Medaka-chan." Zenkichi muttered, his eyes gleaming as sweat slick down his bare body. "I haven't came yet. Naughty, naughty~"
His thick, long cock, throbbed against her wet pussy.
Medaka licked her lips, replied.
"Let me make it up for your," she whispered, reaching down to rub her flat and toned stomach. "Come inside me. Deep. I want to feel it leaking out for hours~"
Zenkichi drove back in hard and deep, and started fucking her like the world was ending.
Meanwhile, a small pink system window appeared at the corner of Zenkichi's vision.
He was completely tunnel vision on Medaka right now to notice its words.
[....]
[I honestly didn't expect this to happen so soon.]
[Welp, congratulations. Also, while you were fucking? A new quest was generated, you're welcome by the way.]
[Quest 1: Rekindle Your Relationship
Description: Medaka Kurokami was once your closest friend, but your relationship has strained over time. Your task is to rekindle your friendship and regain her trust by any means necessary. Even if it means becoming a man!
Objective 1: Hug a nude Medaka!
Objective 2: Hold hands with her!(How very lewd!)
Objective 3: Make out with Medaka(0/1)
Hidden Objective: Grab her boobs!
Reward: (1)+100 Hentai Points, (2)Trouser of Secrets, (3)Horny Eyes{Invalid}, (4)Dress Break]
[Due to the user having own the Skill: Horny Eyes, the reward is now changed to an upgrade of the skill.]
[Gaze of the Honorable Perv: Unleash your inner pervert with this eye-catching ability. See through clothes, your target's status, induce lust, and seduce with just a glance. It adds intimidation and supreme suppression to those you wield hostility towards. This skill can now also affect high-level beings: Yokai, Shinigami, Special Grade, etc.]
[New Quest: Childhood Sweetheart Miracle!
Description: You know how a lot of childhood friends don't end up together? Tragic, truly. Well, time to break the standard! Come claim your prize champ!
Objective 1: Grab her by the pussy!
Objective 2: Fuck her
Objective 3: Creampie her
Objective 4: Have sex for 7 hours
Hidden Objective: ???
Rewards: (1)1000HP, (2)War God Mode, (3)Altered God Mode - Model Zenkichi, (4) Title: Endbringer, (5)???]
[Hm? A new development?]
The two were in their own world, that they didn't notice the disturbance that was coming into the room.
Neither of them saw the small, black-robed figure opening the window and stepping inside. And stood frozen by the window, her violet eyes wide, face scarlet, and mouth hanged open.
"Aaah!"
As for whether that was from Rukia or Medaka, that's to anyone's guess.
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AN: Bet y'all didn't expect her appearance didja? And with this, Zenkichi will be officially introduced into the supernatural.
And don't think just because he's introduced to it, that some future enemies that I've hinted wouldn't be strong enough to fight him. Nope.
After all, what he's got is the Hentai System. Not the Gamer, not RPG, nah. Most of the power he's gonna have, will be entirely because of his own hard work and opportunity.
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