[10-8 Taimanin Takamori Haruka An elite ninja, she is not actually summoned herself.
Rather Jiro gains access to one of her abilities.
Specifically Eroge Ninja Powers.
Acting out any kind of lewd event now charges Jiro with magical energy which can augment his basic capabilities or be used as fuel for demanding special abilities.] I wake up before anyone else, my body light since Kaori couldn’t keep up any altered gravity while sleeping herself.
Dick’s hard, as it usually is this time of day, and there’s an awareness of something changed within me.
Fantastic powers to control gravity?
God-like sword techniques?
No.
Just a reservoir of power which can be fuelled by… lewdness.
Honestly I’m not even sure if it’s a random thing summoned by my power, or just a natural evolution of the base power.
It’s very on brand, isn’t it?
I roll over to where I’m facing towards Kaori and Saeko as they sleep, one in her own futon, the other sharing mine.
Saeko’s facing me as well, but her features are indistinct without my glasses.
Kaori, despite being smaller, is more within the range my eyesight can focus on, and I admire her hot little body before reaching out slowly and carefully, running a finger over her chest.
Feeling the curves of those tiny but proportionately perky breasts.
Molesting a sleeping girl is pretty lewd.
My power agrees, and I can feel a small trickle flowing into that reservoir.
I direct it towards my eyes, and my vision clears.
Instead of a blurry white and purple blob, Saeko’s peacefully sleeping facial features come into focus.
I’m sorry.
Maybe my inner monologue was a bit sarcastic as I ruminated on this power.
That’s on me.
I was half-asleep, I was dumb.
Thank you Ero-Battery, this is wonderful.
Maybe it’s a small thing compared to the level of fitness I’ve gained thanks to Kaori’s fairy contract, but seeing clearly without needing glasses?
It’s one of those things you just take for granted.
I wake up and put them on, I go about my day with them on my face, just like I’ve done since I was in elementary school.
Now so long as I can keep that battery topped off, I won’t need them.
Even if it was just that it would be amazing.
But I know I can fill that battery pretty deep, and so use it for a lot more.
I just need to… keep it topped off.
“Nnngh… morning, Jiro-kun,” I hear Kaori’s voice, rough and scratchy as my name is the first thing on her lips when she wakes up.
That’s kinda sexy.
Our eyes meet, and she doesn’t seem to mind being touched, instead asking, “Something good this morning?” “It’s an ero-battery.
I gain energy from lewdness,” I answer, voice low so as to not wake Saeko, but a grin surely on my face.
She smiles as well, briefly twisting her neck to see where Saeko is still sound asleep before looking up at me.
“Bathroom?
Lets charge it up and see if you can fit in another one before school.” Fuck yes, don’t need to ask me twice!
I never got to nut at all yesterday, it’s got me feeling all antsy.
I usually jerk off at least once a day.
Way more on weekends.
Time to bukkake a fairy!
Soon enough we’re both in the shower, hot water steaming down over us, my dick lathered up with some apricot smelling soap while Kaori undulates her body over the top of it, arms and legs cinched around my shaft and her small but still nicely round and soft tits smooshing in right where it’s sensitive past my peeled back foreskin.
“That’s it you little fairy slut, wank me off with that cockteasing body of yours!” I stroke a finger down her back and then push it against her asscheeks.
My ero-battery is charging up, and it does seem like dirty talk charges it up faster.
The ‘intensity’ of lewdness matters, this is doing a lot more than just copping a little feel while she was asleep next to me.
She replies by making out with my slit, pushing her tongue down and making me shiver with her slobbering adoration.
I still miss having her be able to actually suck my dick, but this stuff feels good all the same.
Precum oozes out, enough to completely coat her face and inducing wet sounding gasps from her as she nuzzles right in.
And down at her buttocks I’m opening new frontiers in fairy stretchiness, pushing apart those same cheeks which had been the last part of Kaori I’d molested before she shrank down.
Her body thrashes and she lifts her cum-smeared face off my dick to look over her shoulder.
“Back there…?
Jiro-kun you pervert…!” One could almost think her an innocent spinning lines like that, but of course I don’t buy it for a second.
“I’m gonna break your ass open you little fairy bitch,” I promise with a grin that makes her shiver, but she doesn’t pull away, only holding herself firmly over my soapy dick so I can make that promise a reality.
Cheeks come apart, body shifting and stretching to make it work as I force myself through her sphincter.
She lets out a keening cry, the grip of her arms around my dick growing almost painfully tight even as her legs become comparatively loose, bonelessly shifting around from the distension of her body.
Honestly I couldn’t say it’s tighter than her pussy or anything.
Every part of her is just that small and tight.
But it’s a ton of fun drawing reactions out of her, stuffing my digit into her like she’s a finger puppet while she erratically tries to show enough attention to my dick to get me off in turn.
She gets off first though, shrieking and squirting all over my cock.
We’d been trying to keep it quiet up until now so as not to disturb Saeko, but Kaori definitely loses that self control while being anally violated to such a degree, and in the aftermath I simply wrap her limp form around my dick beneath my fist and jerk off on her until I’m grunting and swaying my hips in place, jetting hot splurts of slimy white all over her face and chest.
“Fuck, I needed that…” I sigh in contented bliss, holding her up so I can admire the way she looks, her hot little figure liberally glazed in my cum.
It’s a very empowering feeling, and even as she composes herself so we can wash the filth off and then rinse ourselves, I feel the stirrings of fresh ardour.
“You didn’t get off at all yesterday?
Well neither did I, don’t forget girls enjoy this just as much.
Even a girl like Saeko, I’ll bet,” she says, once more her usual smug and self-assured self as if she hadn’t just made a mess all over my dick before having my dick make a mess all over her.
[8-17 Queen’s Blade Skeleton Swordsmen Monsters that appear in graveyards and underground labyrinths.
While weak and sluggish, they will reform over time unless destroyed with magic.
Due to the roll’s power, a group of six skeleton swordsmen appear, claiming Jiro’s apartment as their territory to defend from all trespassers.
They do not recognise Jiro’s ownership of the apartment and so he is considered a trespasser.] This is great though, and I bask in it right up until I notice a pair of eerily glowing red eyes staring through the shower door, their inhuman gaze set into a bleached white skull which malevolently chitters its teeth at me.
— Hearing Jiro step past her on his way to the bathroom, Saeko opened her eyes.
Another day in this strange new world.
She still harboured some hope that it was all a dream and she’d wake up back home.
See Takashi and the others again.
But no.
She was still in this world which though it hasn’t collapsed into death and anarchy, was still plagued by hidden monsters she could never have imagined before.
The creature last night, the stray devil.
It had been like Them in a way, a remnant of humanity in its features, yet still it was wholly monstrous.
The fight had been fun.
The undead were simple; one good hit to the head was all it took, and they took no care to protect themselves.
The stray devil had fought with a degree of awareness and cunning, leveraging its enormous body to defend weak points, threatening her with its huge limbs so she couldn’t easily get a decisive blow in.
Even without that decisive blow, each stroke of her blade had drawn curtains of blood.
Put anguish and fear on that predatory hate-filled face of a monster.
Remembering it made her wet.
An association not helped by the noises drifting from the bathroom.
The walls of Jiro’s apartment were thin, and she could hear indistinct noises.
Deep masculine grunting.
High-pitched feminine squeals.
It seemed he and Kaori were ‘helping’ each other this morning.
She unfastened a button on the borrowed shirt she was wearing and a hand snuck underneath the white cotton, fingers curling into her breast and making her breath hitch as she teased the sensitive border around her nipple.
The teat itself stiff when her touch migrated directly over that, causing her to buck her hips where she lay.
This wasn’t her first time experiencing this kind of thing.
Living with a small group taking what shelter they could afford while couples or more complicated relationships had developed.
It was inevitable that what privacy they obtained wasn’t up to the job of keeping things quiet from everyone else.
Jiro and Kaori, they reminded her a bit of Kohta and Saya.
A laid back young man coupled with a young woman of high expectations.
Better to think of them than Takashi and Rei at any rate, even with her willingness to share, doing things as a trio was… awkward.
Her loins burned with need, and she gave into the temptation to reach her other hand between her legs, curling her fingers over her sex while her palm dug into her mound, sending waves of achingly frustrating tension up her spine.
She should stop, she knew, but loneliness and desire pulled her forward.
She hadn’t had a chance to do anything after that thrilling fight, and now she was listening to those muted sex noises that her body couldn’t help but respond to.
“Ahhn~” A soft noise escaped her throat as she stroked her middle finger between her folds.
Hopefully she was being more quiet than Kaori.
Hopefully they were too distracted with each other to hear her as Saeko began to masturbate inside her borrowed futon, her eyes closed and her face flushed from the melange of sex and violence that swirled inside of her head.
And then a succession of thumping noises sounded all around her, heavy objects landing on the tatami mats of the cramped apartment and linoleum coated floor of the tiny kitchenette.
Her eyes flew open and she saw a pair of skeletal feet right in front of her.
Tracking her gaze upwards followed more bones, a pelvis and ribcage, and finally a skull with glowing red orbs in its eye sockets.
One of its hands held a shield, a round wooden buckler type reinforced with a studded metal boss in the centre, while the other held a sword like a middle eastern scimitar.
Perversely, the lyrics to that song they’d listened to before bed flew through her mind, complete with the torturously a-tonal voice that had sung them.
Whether or not spooky scary skeletons sent shivers down her spine however, she reacted with the same instant reflexes that had kept her alive where so many others had perished at the end of the world.
Even before the skeleton raised its arm to begin a swing down at her, she pushed herself up on her elbow and pulled her other arm free of her thighs to fling the blanket up and behind her, the corner of her eye seeing how it went over another skeleton on that side while she pivoted her whole body into a sweeping kick that knocked out the legs from the one she’d first seen.
As it collapsed to the floor she was surging to her feet, taking in the other skeleton behind the first that was standing atop Jiro’s futon, while a glance in the other direction showed one wrestling with her blanket, and two more towards the kitchen and entryway.
“Saeko!” a yell came from inside the bathroom, coupled with a crashing noise.
“I know!” she called back, grateful she now had a technique that was ideal for dealing with crowds.
As the five skeletons turned towards her, one struggling to its feet with the same clumsiness common to the undead while the other fumbled with the blanket over its head, she reached inwards and pulled on something within herself.
Harnessing one’s energy was what separated the truly talented martial artists from those who would always be amateurs, yet it was a subtle thing, easy to write off as superstition, and the results a combination of luck and mundane physical ability.
There was nothing subtle about the corona of black and red energy coursing down her forearm towards her loosely curled fist.
With a satisfying, “Kiyah!” she thrust her arm out, her fingers splayed, and from it emerged a nest of blood red vipers!
Slashing through the air with jaws wide, they descended upon the skeletons to deliver savage debilitating bites.
And yet instantly the weakness of the technique became apparent.
Two of the skeletons, furthest back by the entrance, were able to raise their shields and block the attack entirely.
Nothing for fangs to find purchase on as they impacted raised defences.
And even for the other three, the effects were less than spectacular.
Fangs were optimised to pierce flesh, not crush bone.
And skeletons did not feel pain.
The technique would not have been useful against Them either, even if there was rotten flesh to bite into, they did not feel pain and would not be deterred, nor would a snake be likely to crush the skull.
Against these skeletons, the serpents latched onto ribs and humerus, thrashing briefly as jaws clamped down to at best leave minor puncture wounds, and then they vanished.
Not even lingering long enough to distract or weigh down their targets.
She needed a weapon.
But first she needed to dodge as a skeleton swung its sword at her.
Luckily it was a straightforward attack, easy for her to read and predict.
While these skeletons had more of an intellect than Them, as evidenced by their ability to block attacks and employ weapons, there was nothing noteworthy about their skills.
She ducked and weaved to the side, a shredding and splintering sound of metal ripping through the sliding door into Jiro’s closet behind her.
She couldn’t get to her sword without another of them getting in her way though.
The space was small and with five opponents it was easy for them to hem her in.
Just like with Them, the worst thing that could happen was to let yourself be cornered, to let them bury you under their numbers.
It wasn’t as if she was helpless without a weapon though.
They kept their guards high, threatening with blades and keeping those shields ready to protect their centre mass.
While one of Them would tumble easily under a push, the skeletons were more sure-footed, bracing themselves against impacts their shields could take.
They did not actually watch their feet however.
A stabbing kick of her heel against the shin knocked one to the floor, sword escaping its grip mid swing and flying through the air to crash somewhere in the kitchen with an alarmingly loud clatter of metal.
Another step past its prone form brought her closer to her own sword, as well as another improvised weapon.
The table, placed up against the wall so as to make room for their futons overnight.
It was decently big, and heavy.
She baited one of the skeletons close to her as she grabbed the furniture’s upper edge to use as a weapon.
It left her exposed more than she’d preferred, just barely managing to arch her back away from a chopping attack that came close enough to slice through the baggy shirt she had on, exposing her skin down the middle but thankfully not drawing blood before she hauled the table off the wall with all her strength, smashing it down on top of the skeleton and hopefully leaving it trapped a bit longer.
Shirt now fluttering open at her sides, she at last had an opening to grab Murata-tou, the reliable cavalry sword swung up to block another attack with the scabbard, the skeleton’s chop digging into the lacquered wood but not preventing the movement of the blade beneath that she smoothly unsheathed.
Finally she was ready to fight properly.
Blood pumping, skin flushed, nipples peaked, pussy wet, Saeko grinned as she jumped onto the fallen table so her weight would ensure the skeleton beneath stayed out of the fight.
Her target, off balance with its sword still weighed down by the discarded scabbard of Murata-tou, offered no resistance as her blade sought its neck.
Clavicle vertebrae crunched and shattered, detaching the head which fell in one direction while the body slumped straight down.
The otherworldly red light in those eye sockets guttered out, and so she knew that these undead were vulnerable in the same way as anything else which will die if you decapitate it.
There was little time to exult in the victory, not with other threats pressing, and she had to step back and bring her sword up to parry the attack of another foe, careful not to mar the edge itself with a full on clash, instead using just enough force to push it aside while she repositioned before she could be properly flanked by the skeleton on her other side recovering from her earlier trip.
Then the bathroom door burst open and Jiro leapt into the room, loose bones tumbling out at his feet as the overweight and dripping wet young man beheld the scene before him, dark hair plastered against his broad-faced head, and ragingly erect penis throbbing up below his rotund belly.
To his credit he didn’t stop and stare at Saeko’s own current state of undress, nor did she dwell on his manhood as they instead focused wholly on the life and death battle their morning had been interrupted by.
Though as her sword lit up with red-black flames that let it carve through a raised shield as easily as air, bisecting a skeleton from shoulder to hip in one perfect slash, Saeko could admit to herself that this was better than masturbation.
“You fuckers!” Jiro let out a graceless war cry, moving deeper into the apartment and spinning his body with a poise that was altogether unsuited to both his vocabulary and his rudely undressed and overweight frame, a chill wind blowing and a momentary fusillade of icicles slamming into the two skeletons on that side of the room.
In the aftermath both undead were stuck frozen, their bones coated with glistening white-blue rime.
They offered no defence as Jiro proceeded to grasp their heads under his meaty bear-claw hands and crushed them together in a ruinous skull-shattering impact with a guttural yell, the display of primal uninhibited violence and power making Saeko shudder.
There was only one left.
Trapped under her feet, pinned by the table, its pathetic attempts to push back and free itself only reminding her of its presence and of her power over it.
She was breathing heavily, she didn’t even want to think about what kind of sick expression must be on her face, but still she moved to finish it.
Hopping to the side, lifting up the table with a sudden one-handed heave that flipped it back against the wall, she transitioned into a chop that smashed through its skull and dug deep into the tatami below.
That was all of them?
She turned towards Jiro, and Kaori as well who was flying near the ceiling and staying out of it.
Her chest heaved, her tongue involuntarily flicked across her lips as she glanced down at his manhood.
She might prefer a man with abdominal muscles rather than a round belly, but she couldn’t say that the man who brought her here didn’t have a nice cock.
Her knees pressed together with the sensation of moisture dribbling down her thigh and she forced herself to speak.
“The bathroom is free now, yes?” — “Fuuuuck…!” I breathe out slowly after the bathroom door shuts, surveying the devastation throughout my apartment while the memory of Saeko wearing my shirt that did nothing to hide her amazing tits nor her wet pussy keeps dancing through my mind.
Sure was a good thing I enhanced my eyesight to savour that!
“Well we know what her kink is,” Kaori mutters, flying down closer so we can talk quietly.
“Good thing your life seems to invite violence?
It really is your popular period!” I give her a glare and wrestle with the urge to grab her and wrap her around my dick for another go.
“That was a lot worse than Nanael,” I say instead to try and focus my head on things other than how fuckable Saeko just looked or the fact that I’d literally just had Kaori giving me a soapy fairy job.
I can’t exactly say I’m hard done by when my life includes experiences like that, but on the other hand… yeah, one of the tatami mats has a big gouge in it, a cupboard door is completely ruined, and… there’s another sword sticking through the ceiling.
We’re not getting the security deposit back on this place now.
“Think these can be pawned for something at least?” I step carefully over scattered bones and pull down that ceiling-mounted sword.
It’s one of those curved arabian kind of swords that gets wider near the point, and the metal has a neat looking wavy pattern to it.
It looks like a collector’s item, not the kind of shitty rusted sword your basic skeleton enemy in an RPG usually has.
“Probably,” Kaori agrees as she dips down to have a closer look herself.
“Maybe keep one for self defence?
Saeko might appreciate having someone to spar with too.” “Yeah I guess.
Couldn’t hurt,” I agree, for all that my fists had worked just fine on these skeletons.
They were human-sized, I could actually use kung fu properly, and the ice blizzard technique had worked great too!
Fucking around with Kaori had filled my ero-battery nicely, so I was definitely hitting them with high power hits once I got going, the initial cramped tussle in the bathroom having been a bit of a mess, but the two I trashed out here had definitely felt good.
Maybe not as good as it had felt for Saeko, but still, it was very empowering!
The aftermath less so however, as I first dried myself off and got dressed before starting to sweep all the skeleton bits to a corner, placing their swords and shields off to the side.
It’s kind of fucked up though, these are human bones, aren’t they?
If the police looked in here I’d definitely be arrested.
I’m distracted from that morbidly concerning thought while surveying the cupboard next to the bathroom door by the sound of breathy panting noises drifting through the wall.
Fuck, is she…?
I glance at Kaori, who gives me a smile and a nod in return, before provocatively dipping her hand between her bare thighs and miming out a lewd finger-curling motion.
I can’t resist it.
A little bit of power channelled to my ears the same way it’s done my eyes and those noises come into sharper focus.
“Haanh… haanh… nnngh…!” Her vocalisations are soft, almost demure.
There’s a wet schlicking sound of her fingers surely scraping inside her pussy underneath the hum of the shower’s operation and the constant splashing of water.
My dick twitches, only able to imagine what she must look like in there, before with a severe exercise of willpower I cut off my enhanced hearing and hurriedly get back to tidying up under Kaori’s unhelpfully amused gaze.
The voyeurism more than made up for the energy draw of boosting my hearing anyway.
After cleaning up what I could, and flipping the gouged tatami mat, I start work on making breakfast and lunch for us.
The cupboard was a lost cause, I’m not touching that.
Hopefully once I get rich I can just move out of here anyway, that’ll be its own conversation with dad.
I mean, if I’m rich I can’t not help out the rest of the family, right?
Explaining how I got rich would be its own thing, but… well, fuck it.
For the moment I’m eating these crappy budget meals inside a tiny ruined apartment.
Take each day as it comes.
There’s a brief interlude when Saeko pokes her head out the bathroom to say she needs to get changed, and I step outside onto the walkway to take in the fresh morning air for a few minutes while doing my best to put out of mind anything I’d heard.
At least my neighbour doesn’t seem bothered by whatever noise we must have made through all that.
But then I’m back inside, Saeko in her crisp and neat Kuoh uniform, Kaori in her slutty succubus outfit, and everything’s peaceful and… Wait.
Are those bones in the corner moving?