So I never actually did talk to Nanael.
I mean, she probably wanted to sleep anyway!
I was just being considerate.
Instead I’d shamefully trudged home with a saliva-drenched gun strapped to my leg and a deep fear of being stopped by the police thudding in my chest.
Mittelt hadn’t really been one for post-coital cuddles, no surprise for a rape fetishist who only seemed to like me because I was specifically ugly.
Her demeanour had turned rather cold after we’d finished and she’d rudely shooed me off and away from the not-so abandoned church.
Once I actually got home I tried to put a bright spin on things for Kaori.
I had in fact lost my virginity, that’s a momentous event in a young man’s life!
But she looked like she could see right through me, and I wound up just keeping quiet from then on to instead stew in my own thoughts.
I was no stranger to insults.
Pig-faced monkey.
Fatty.
Loser.
Stinky.
Fatass.
Otaku.
Mouth breather.
I’d heard a lot, and I liked to think I’d developed a pretty thick skin.
Those people just didn’t get me, you know?
It’s not that I felt nothing from such disdain, but it was kind of like a low level hum.
People didn’t go out of their way to pick on me, I wasn’t a victim of targeted harassment.
I’m a normal man.
I’m just an innocent man.
That’s what I’d thought anyway.
Like if I was an anime character, I’d be like Kibiyo from Virtua Blade Network.
The quiet guy that fades into the background, quietly secure in his nerdy interests, but when it counts he can step up and be cool.
The audience surrogate.
The self insert.
The guy who looks kind of bland but conventionally attractive all the same.
But that’s not me, is it?
I’m overweight.
Ugly.
A brute.
A beast.
The kind of guy who only gets women through force or trickery.
That’s how Mittelt had seen me.
Like I was the hentai fat bastard villain in a doujin.
It had been kinda hot, I’m not gonna lie and say I wasn’t swept up in her energy.
I’d creampied her tight little fallen angel cunny something fierce!
But I still wanted hugs and kisses and a girlfriend!
Someone I could talk to normally with, watch anime together, play games, share meals.
The fat bastards in those doujins might have mind-blowing morality-degrading sex with hot bitches, but that’s no way to live, right?
Huh.
Maybe the fact that I’ve had sex is what gives me the maturity to say so?
Because if I’d been asked a week ago I’d have said hell yeah, sign me up for that life.
Kaori was being pretty good about just letting me ruminate in peace, but I figure I might be able to learn something about the feminine perspective from her.
“Hey Kaori-chan, how did you lose your virginity?” Fluttering through the air in her cute little sailor uniform, she came to hover in front of my face with a smug look on her own.
“What a question to ask a girl, Jiro-kun.
Do you want me to tell you something erotic to get your dick hard again?” she teases.
“You still haven’t told me what your power gave you when it must have gotten hard for you to have sex yourself, you know.” I feel my face heating up at her initial chastisement, and bluster to defend myself, “Come on, you sucked my dick this morning, we can talk about stuff like that!” I insist, before nonetheless getting detoured by her own question.
I tug down my pants to expose the brown leather holster strapped around my thigh, which I gladly unfasten to relieve the tension and weight present there, before I place it on the table.
“That.” Since there’s light to see now, I unclasp the top of the holster and slide the gun free, being careful not to touch the trigger before I set it down as well.
It’s metallic… I guess the term is ‘gunmetal’ grey, with a black grip on the handle.
Is handle the right word?
There’s a weird symbol above the grip, like it looks a bit like how the NY get overlapped on New York baseball caps and stuff, but it’s different.
And it says .380 ACP on a recessed bit along the barrel, which I guess is the… calibre?
Even Kaori seems a bit reserved in the face of it as she lands her bare feet on the table.
Magic is one thing, but there’s a heaviness to seeing a gun in real life.
Fortunately there’s no trace of goth girl spit left on it now, dried off on the trip home.
“I’m not sure what to do with it,” I admit.
“You can’t just put a gun in the trash.” We’d done that with the broken vacuum cleaner, it was past the point of any use.
“I suppose just hide it for now?” she suggests after a long moment of us both just staring at it.
It’s what I’d been thinking anyway, so I nod and end up putting the gun inside an empty lunchbox and cramming it at the back of a cupboard.
The mood’s a bit dark and I’m left derailed from my attempt to learn about a normal teenager’s sexual experiences from Kaori, so I just end up preparing for bed and laying out my futon.
Would’ve been pretty nice to cuddle up with Kaori under the blankets if she was still at her full size, though it is nice to see that she sleeps in the nude when she joins me under the covers.
“If you roll on top of me I’ll never forgive you,” she warns seriously, her tiny form keeping a safe distance to prevent any accidents and also prevent any fun skinship.
While thoughts of Rias and Akeno sleeping together are potentially diverting, I don’t dwell on them enough for anything to happen before I drift off to sleep… [10-9 Taimanin Fürst Laboratory A secret bioweapons research facility run by the demonologist Fürst.
Rather than creating a physical location, this roll grants Jiro the effective knowledge of the laboratory.
While this does not put him on the level of Fürst himself, he would be comparable to a staff scientist working under him.
Demonology, cybernetics, genetic engineering.
Actually having the physical lab would help a lot in putting that science into practice, but it’s a wealth of dangerous and esoteric knowledge with fundamentals decades in advance of the modern state of the art.] I did not wake up with a cute girl laying on top of me to greet my morning wood.
Instead I wake up… well, when I’d learned kung fu, or my ice technique, those had slotted skills and muscle memory straight into me.
Years of rigorous physical training and discipline, albeit without the body that would’ve come with it.
This morning I was waking up with a few university degrees under my belt.
And not soft liberal arts stuff either.
Could I be a doctor?
Yeah, I could be a doctor.
First aid?
Surgery?
Hopefully my hands would be steady, but considering the martial arts moves I could pull off flawlessly they probably were.
And not just cutting out a burst appendix either.
Full on transplants, cross-species ones at that.
Turning humans into demon hybrids.
There was a lot of knowledge about demons too.
Yeah, this was definitely the knowledge base of a guy who’d graduated medical school and then gone all into mad science.
Some of it lined up with what I’d learned yesterday.
Yokai were real, right?
Yeah, I’d seen that kitsune in my blocked memory from Kyoto.
They were a category of therianthropes.
What a word.
Human-like demons with animal features.
Foxes, cats, dogs, really any kind of animal could work.
Then there were oni.
Orcs.
Vampires.
Dryads.
Succubi.
Incubi.
Doppelgangers.
Oddly enough, my new knowledge base came up empty on the topic of angels, fallen angels, and devils.
Though I did know a thing or two about fairies.
I’d sort of gotten an inkling with how well Kaori had taken my finger yesterday, but I was now dead certain she could take a lot more than that.
Stretchy didn’t even begin to cover it.
Also zombies were a thing too.
In fact, I could make a virus that would turn people into them, and spread through bodily fluids.
Shit, I could be working for an evil corporation underneath Opossum City.
Where did this all come from?
Some of it veered more towards engineering as well.
Mind-machine interfaces, hydraulics, programming, power systems that ran off of mana.
Because mana was the magical power that all demons used, and I knew how to make cyborg demon monstrosities.
Actually could I use it?
I did have that ice thing, but also I had my contract with Kaori, so I think so.
Unfortunately I didn’t have the knowledge of a spellcaster that tells me how to use it myself, but there was still a lot in there about how demons operated that I could make inferences from.
I felt a pressure on my dick and looked down past my chest to see a naked Kaori-chan straddling the tentpole I’d pitched in the blanket.
Her small hands dig into the base of my glans as she adjusts her weight and crosses one leg over the other while looking back at me.
It’s enough to reverse the course of the relaxation my stiffy has had while ruminating.
“Well?
I see you’ve woken up properly, so what did you get today, Jiro-kun?” she asks archly.
“I’m a mad scientist now,” I tell her.
“Actually I think this knowledge comes from the same place as fairies do, I know a little bit about how you work along with tons more other kinds of demons that are all different from what the occult research club told us yesterday.
Still, I could probably practice medicine too?” A hand covers her mouth and she giggles, “I could introduce you to my parents now, they’d love it if I was with a doctor.” I laugh as well, I guess it does give something to brag about, even if there’s no paper degree I can hang on my wall.
Then Kaori rocks her body atop my bulge, separating her legs so she can press her heels against either side, making me bite my lip as she continues, “Well, do you want to try for another before school?” As if she needs to ask.
I mean sure, theoretically I might summon someone even more hostile than Nanael was, but what am I gonna do, neuter myself?
So in short order the blanket is thrown aside, my pants are tugged down, and Kaori’s standing up against my dick in a way that feels incredibly empowering with how it rises up above the height of her head.
“Now, are you going to pop off quickly first thing Jiro-kun, or are you going to make me work for it?” she hums, caressing a tiny hand up my shaft, stroking along the faint outline of a vein to guide her motion before I feel the soft bumps of her breasts pushing against the underside, drawing a groan from me and a twitch that makes her giggle.
“I think I’m gonna make you work for it,” I answer over her mirth, reaching down to pinch my thumb and forefinger around her waist, lifting her up so I can make her straddle it like she’d been doing over the blanket, but now I get to feel the warm skin of her thighs directly on my skin, her slit directly above my own, and the two aren’t far off in size.
She wriggles around in place, letting me enjoy all the miniature bumps and curves of her doll-like body, before saying, “Ambitious, but I don’t think-” “It’ll fit,” I interrupt and she freezes, her eyes widening and staring back at me, body now poised still.
“Fairies are stretchy.
You remember my finger yesterday?
That’s just the minimum.” She reaches down to pat her hands on either side of my bell-end, before raising them up at the same width apart so as to clearly conceptualise the proportions and how they compare against her own.
“It’s thicker than my waist,” she says, sounding deeply unconvinced.
Doing my best to convince her, I reassure with, “Don’t underestimate how resilient your body is.
And you can resurrect yourself too even in the worst case.” Even then I might still be traumatised if I wound up killing her that way, however temporarily, but I’m absolutely certain in my knowledge here, and perhaps that gets through to Kaori as after a moment she nods and starts to wriggle her hips again.
“Size isn’t everything, but I am curious… you better get me properly warmed up first though, Jiro-kun,” she tells me, and I shift my hand so I can stroke my thumb over her chest.
Sadly even Mittelt has bigger tits than Kaori now, fetching as the prominent curves may look on her tiny frame.
Just the pad of my thumb is enough to completely cover one of her breasts, but she still seems to enjoy the stimulation as she moans for me and I can make out the miniscule firmness of her nipple pressing back.
It’s a fun time, she’s still soft and curvy in all the right ways, and she sounds incredibly erotic, wriggling and panting atop my dick.
My own fairy ASMR treat.
With her face flushed and her hips moving more aggressively, I can tell that she’s ready, and so comes the moment of truth.
I grab hold of both of her thighs and pull them apart, starting to see-saw Kaori over my tip, adding to the swaying motions while gently pulling her downwards.
“C’mon, easy does it…” I murmur as we both work towards the goal here, for all that her hole seems just too impractically small to admit something the size of my dick.
But I never would’ve thought my finger would’ve fit in either yesterday, so we just need to believe in ourselves!
Admittedly maybe some actual lube might’ve been useful here, but hindsight is twenty-twenty.
Even without it, I can feel moisture from Kaori’s nethers settling over me, a faint glisten on that brownish-purple flesh at the top of my dick spreading down from where she’s perched.
She’s looking down herself, her face flushed and her jaw hanging open as her breath comes in soft pants, watching as something a human body could never take at the same proportions starts to ruinously split her apart.
Under concentrated and determined effort, it happens.
Not a sudden rough impalement, but escalating pressure forcing her body to give way.
That tiny fairy pussy caves inwards, and I feel something shift in her legs where I’m holding them, like something’s dislocated for them to spread so wide, her pelvic bones having to make way while a monstrous looking bulge forces out the skin of her pubic mound.
It looks kinda gross, if I’m being honest.
But it feels great!
“Awwwwh, Kaori!” I luridly moan out her name, while she lets out a wordless keening whine of her own, wings twitching and her body pitching forward, almost doubling over before she finds herself being straightened out by the rude pillar of flesh drilling into her from below.
It’s a completely different sensation from Mittelt’s pussy.
Along with that stretchy membrane of slick flesh wrapping around my dick, I can feel her body.
Inside of it.
Bones.
Organs.
Bumps and protrusions of shifting mass that make way in a fashion unique to fairy biology, no function lost even as her insides are literally reshaped around my cock.
My dick may have been thicker than her waist, but that svelte hourglass pinch between the curves of her hips and her breasts gets forced outwards, broadened by the fat tube of flesh forcing its way up beneath her ribcage, the angle of her breasts on her chest shifting to push them up and at an odd angle, like she’s the victim of a botched cosmetic surgery.
Still, the way her limbs thrash and her head lolls with her tongue drooling out her mouth, she’s clearly being utterly overwhelmed and that’s a heady feeling for me!
So too is the feeling of her insanely tight body gripping and rippling around my dick as even with no vantage for her arms and legs, she can move erratically with wingbeats to shift herself around on my dick.
Listening to her garbled squeals and moans, I wrap my fist around her torso and start to add to the motion, pumping her up and down like she really is an onahole.
There’s still a good chunk of dick yet tasting the air between her crotch and my balls, but this is as far as we can go.
While her body may be stretchy and flexible, even a fairy’s skull has limits.
Hardly matters though, this is more than enough to get me off as I fuck her up and down two thirds of my shaft.
And her too, going by the high-pitched scream she lets out and the intensified deluge of fairy-cum that lubricates the exposed flesh of my dick.
Laying in bed, grunting and fucking a fun-sized black magician while she serenades me with ecstatic noises of feminine bliss… it’s a great start to the day!
And while I’m almost expecting to see jizz bubbling out of her mouth when I cum, it doesn’t quite go that far.
“Ungh, fuck!
Take it you little fairy slut!” I growl out throaty satisfaction nonetheless as my sperm bloats Kaori’s insides further.
Panting and slowly peeling her off of my dick in the aftermath, my thoroughly ordinary load looks proportionately like the stuff of a hentai gangbang as fat globs of white leak out of her ruined pussy to dribble back down over my dick, her body shifting and righting itself so that other than being sweaty, flushed, drooling, and leaking cum, she otherwise looks pristine and normal after my softening member vacates her hole.
She still collapses, falling on top of my leg and laying face down with her body twitching atop me with aftershocks.
“Jiro, you beast!” she squeaks, a tiny fist impacting the doughy flesh of my thigh.
“Yeah, been hearing that a lot,” I chuckle myself, just laying back to bask a little in the afterglow.
It’s not quite a cuddle, but it’s still nice skinship, right?
We do need to clean up after that though, Kaori bouncing back with a quickness that may just be how her personality works but my new demonology knowledge also affirms is typical for fairies, and soon we’re both in the shower and I’m just slightly missing the full size Kaori I only briefly got to know yesterday and who looked so good on her knees with my dick in her mouth… “Jiro-kun, I let it slide yesterday, but we need to do something about the toiletries situation here,” she tells me in a more business-like tone, pointing at my bottle of Halberd For Men all in one shampoo conditioner and shower gel.
“A girl needs proper products, and this kind of thing isn’t really appealing on men either.” “What are you talking about?
It’s convenient,” I insist, picking up the bottle and squirting a big wad of luminescent red goo onto my hands before starting to lather up.
I know it doesn’t literally make girls fall out of the sky for you like in the commercials, but it’s a fine product!
She just looks at me with her arms crossed until I deflate.
Fine, I should trust a girl, really.
Honestly how many times have I wished I could have some proper insight into the mindset of the fairer sex?
I won’t throw away your wisdom, Kaori-sama.
Plus it’s not as if I want to deprive her of things that’d make her look and smell nice.
“Right well, I’ll add it to the shopping list.
I’m not made of money, you know.” Could I ask dad for a bigger allowance?
I mean he’s the one working away in Tokyo for the big bucks and leaving his son to fend for himself.
Maybe he’d even be proud if I told him I’d met a girl?
Although if he wanted to see her that’d present some problems… “I thought doctors were supposed to be rich,” she complains, awkwardly positioning herself over the bottle so she can press down on the nozzle and have it squirt more shampoo and conditioner and shower gel onto her legs which she then starts to lather herself up with, before floating more towards my crotch.
“Maybe this will be the key to wealth?” Oooh, soapy fairy-job!
[5-19 Fate/Grand Order Sweet Candle A candle that emits a bright light and a sweet smell.
Due to the high power roll, it summons the Halloween Princess outfit for a desired person whenever lit, and it will never actually burn out while lit.
The Halloween Princess outfit is a sexy succubus costume that provides a substantial bonus to offensive supernatural abilities when worn.] As I don’t feel any influx of knowledge, we both look around when my dick predictably swells up against Kaori’s slick and writhing body, and there I see on the floor just outside the shower cabinet.
A reddish-orange candle resting on a brass candleholder.
It’s interesting enough, and I am pretty sated from our earlier sex, that it diverts us from further fooling around and after we’ve both rinsed ourselves off we step out to towel dry.
“Maybe it’s a scented candle?
It would be an improvement over whatever this is,” Kaori says, sniffing over the lingering smell of the cleaning product we’d both used.
“It’s Idaho,” I tell her.
What does Idaho smell like?
Manly!
Which to be fair yes, probably isn’t what Kaori wants to wear.
Either way, after vacating the bathroom I put some pants on and then grab a matchbox, putting the candle on my table and lighting it.
CHOOSE.
I feel a sudden wordless compulsion to think of someone, and so my mind follows the path of least resistance and fixates on the nearby Kaori.
The compulsion lifts, the candle glows with a bright yellow tongue of flame, and a candy-ish scent blooms in the air.
At the same time?
A swarm of tiny phantasmal bats appears surrounding Kaori, flutter all around her, and then vanish.
In their wake?
She’s now wearing an utterly impractical getup of glossy purple fabric and gold lace.
Cups around her breasts and then stretching down to between her legs, like a swimsuit or leotard that’s cut out to expose her navel.
Thighhigh boots ending in tall heels cover her legs, matched with sleeves on her arms that aren’t actually connected to anything.
Around her waist hangs a golden belt with little pink frills vaguely suggestive of a skirt without actually providing any coverage, and to cap it all off she’s got a set of forward-swept golden horns atop her head, and an additional set of wings lower than her fairy ones that look a lot like Rias’s except purple rather than black.
It looks really sexy, but not something you could really walk around town in.
Good thing Kaori isn’t really going to be walking around anywhere in public regardless.
She herself looks down at her body in surprise, before taking flight and up towards my mirror on the wall where she can look at herself.
“It looks like a perverted succubus costume… but it’s surprisingly comfortable.
And I feel my magic swelling inside of me,” she reports, doing a few twists and turns to survey herself and then fiddling with the apparently hairband-mounted horns on her head before she flies back towards me.
“The candle summoned it?” I nod.
“When I lit it I felt like I needed to think of someone, and since you’re right here…” I trail off with a shrug.
It definitely seems most convenient for Kaori, but the thought I could just swap any girl into a stripperific succubus cosplay at any time… well, my morality is definitely being put to the test now.
We test it a little more.
Kaori blows out the candle, those same bats swoop in and whisk away the costume to leave her naked.
Then she lights the candle herself and I don’t know what she was talking about, this isn’t comfortable at all and I very quickly blow the candle out and glare at her.
“It was just a test, Jiro-kun, don’t look like that,” she says with an unrepentant smile.
“Besides, I want this for myself.
You owe me proper clothes, and it’s a lot better than that sailor suit.” Well hey, it’s better from my point of view too, so yeah, okay.
I let her light it again and she clearly must be thinking of herself, because she’s all demon-girl’d up a moment later.
We both study the candle closely, and it doesn’t look like the wax is melting, so presumably so long as we can just keep the candle safely lit she can stay in those clothes?
It is magic after all.
I put it in my sink for safety since it’ll be left alone as a potential fire hazard while we’re outside after all, and soon it’s about time to head to school.
It does make me wonder if there’s an activation method for the dildo statue that I’ve missed, but at the very least between my new doctorate in demonic medical studies and Kaori’s cute new getup, it’s been a productive morning.
Good work, boner, keep it up!