I want to again thank all the people who wrote me about the teaser,
especially Richard Beaubien, Lone Wolf, Brian Payne, and
Kichigai, who each provided amusing and useful C&C. Those
responses are what really encouraged me to get the first chapter
done so quickly. The second chapter is already in the planning
stages, but how quickly I finish that will depend on the responses I
get for this. :)
Those who read the teaser and just want to read the new stuff can
skip down to the line break before "What a weird dream
***
Kumiko the Demon-girl
(Lime-flavored Original Fiction)
By Ammadeau
Roy.Fokker@UNSpacy.org
http://www.thekeep.org/~amm/
This is a lime, though this story is as much about sex as Ranma 1/2
is about Chinese curses. :)
Chapter 1: Demon-girl
***
"Hi, there! I'm here to kill you!"
Those were the cheerfully spoken words that roused Ken
Iwakami out of a pleasant nap.
"Wha?" he slurred as he scratched his head in confusion,
sitting up in bed and tossing a heavy calculus text to the floor. He
had dozed off studying for a college mid-term and was apparently
having some sort of strange dream.
A girl of about eighteen stood at the foot of his bed, smiling
at him as she leaned forward, her hands behind her back. It had to
be a dream since no woman would enter his apartment -- much less
sneak in -- especially a cute girl with proportions normally reserved
for super models.
Ken thought himself a rather average Japanese male who
for some reason had terrible luck with women. He had probably
been turned down more times than any other guy on campus,
perhaps more than all of them put together. He still had hope that
some woman somewhere would finally say yes.
The thing that really gave the dream away was the girl
herself. Ken wasn't even sure 'girl' was the right word for her. Her
long hair was definitely blue and didn't look like any dye job, while
her red eyes didn't seem to be colored contacts either. Those fangs
could have been the result of some very particular dental surgery,
but the enormous bat wings made him discard that theory,
especially considering the way the cute little wings on her head
were flapping slightly. They were real, at least within the context
of a dream.
The demon-girl began to stretch a bit, straining the black
leather that clung to her body in the form of a one-piece bikini with
a large oval cut out of the front to expose her flat stomach. Oddly,
Ken found her lack of a navel to be the most alien thing about her.
She bent over to tug at her long leather boots, but was back
up again before Ken could really start to enjoy the view, fixing her
long black gloves. All of this was connected with thin leather
straps that seemed to tighten with every movement like rubber.
These straps and the rest of the outfit were studded by large silver
buttons that seemed to reflect raging fires that didn't mesh with his
slightly chilly bedroom.
She slowly sauntered over closer to him, her full breasts
jiggling with every step as the buttons made sounds like silver
bells. He watched them dance as she moved, expecting their fires
to be replaced with his own reflection, but instead they continued
to burn. Then the girl leaned forward, giving Ken full view of her
generous assets, framed in a ocean of blue hair.
"Can you hear me now?!" she suddenly shouted right in his
ear, and snapping Ken out of his daze.
"Urgh!!" he shouted in surprise, trying to jump away from
her, only to bang his head on the wall. He turned back to the
demon-girl, rubbing his head in pain. It was the first time he had
hurt himself in a dream, but there was no way this girl could be
real.
"Good, you heard that!" she told him in a cheerful, almost
perky voice that reminded him of his younger cousin after she had
consumed way too much sugar. "I was worried to for a second that
I had chosen a victim who was deaf... not that it would really
matter, now that I think about it."
"Victim?" Ken repeated, again trying to edge away from
her, only to find his back up against the wall. That word definitely
didn't sit well with him; it was a promise of much pain in the
future. He already knew he could get hurt in this dream.
The demon-girl took a seat on his bed, drawing her ever
closer to him, smiling in a way which might have been nice if it
weren't for her sharp fangs. She crossed her legs in a dainty
fashion, leaning her elbow on her knee as she studied him intently.
"Yes, I've finally been allowed to select a victim so I can
devour his soul to keep me whole and healthy for the next thousand
years! Out of all the humans in Japan, I've chosen you! Don't you
feel special?"
Ken thought this had to be the strangest dream yet, even
counting the one where the cheerleaders from high school all threw
lobsters at him. He decided that there was nothing he could do but
go along with it. Every time Ken tried to escape a dream, he'd
'wake up' in an even worse one, and he didn't want to know what
could be worse than this.
"So why did you choose me? Is my soul going to be... extra
tasty or something?"
"No, it's not like that! Really, the soul of any human will
do, so we normally choose people with an excess of bad karma, but
unfortunately everyone like that around here isn't a valid choice
for some reason or another. I choose you because it didn't look like
anyone would miss you when you're gone."
Ouch, that was harsh even for his subconscious. "Umm,
couldn't you have put that a bit nicer? You almost make it sound
as if I'd be better off dead."
"Of course you will!" she told him with a grin. "You have
no true friends, no real skills or talents, no future. Things are just
going to keep getting worse and worse for you anyway so you
might as well die!"
Ken thought that this whole thing would be better to take if
she didn't have to be so... cheerful over his impending death, at her
hands no less.
"So I'll go to heaven after this and lead an ideal life for all
eternity, right?" Ken asked, trying to recall what little he knew
about the major religions. They all seemed to offer some sort of
paradise after death.
"Nope! When I consume your soul, your very existence
will be destroyed! You will be gone forever!"
"Forever?" he repeated, having slowly made his way to the
edge of the bed, nearly slipping off. He wondered how effective
running like hell would be from a demon-girl. He was starting to
believe that this was no dream.
The girl nodded with a grin as she sat cross-legged on his
pillow, her large bat wings flapping a bit before settling on her
shoulders.
"Wait, you're a succubus, right? Aren't you supposed to
seduce men into your trap and suck out their souls before they
know what happened?"
The girl laughed. "Succubi are just the inventions of ecchi
old men! They don't really exist! Well, there are the angels of
desire..."
"But you look like..."
She blinked and glanced at herself, squirming all around as
if in search of some imperfection. "What do you mean? All
demons look like this... well, more or less."
Feeling that nothing could be worse than his impending
doom, Ken had to try to escape at least. So while the demon-girl
was busy examining herself, he dashed for the door. After only a
few feet, however, an invisible force seemed to seize him at the
neck, knocking him to the floor. Ken looked down to see that he
was now wearing a studded leather collar with a long silver chain
leading off from it and into the demon-girl's hand.
"Silly boy, you can't escape me!" she told him, sounding
very amused by his feeble attempt. "I had to wait for a long time
and fill out a lot of paperwork to get your soul."
"But I don't want to die!" Ken shouted, breaking down in
tears, the lingering thought that this was a dream fading
completely. The situation was completely unbelievable, but at the
same time all too real.
The girl knelt down next to him, a consoling sort of smile
on her dark red lips. The chain and collar vanished, and with her
now free hand she reached out and stroked his hair.
"It's okay," she whispered. "The process is completely
painless. You won't feel a thing. Some demons don't tell their
victims, but I don't really think that's fair. But look on the bright
side, at least this way you can't go to Hell!"
"But I can't die yet!" Ken protested, feeling almost frantic
for some way to save his life. Pathetic it might have been, but it
was the only one he had. "I'm still a virgin!"
The demon-girl blinked, looking at him closely for a few
moments before finally shrugging her shoulders and saying. "Oh,
all right. If that's what you want..."
She stood and undid the clasps that connected her gloves to
the rest of her outfit, slipping off the former and dropping them to
the floor.
For a moment Ken wondered what she was doing, but then
his eyes went wide as the realization hit him. "Actually, I meant
with a human girl...," he told her, but she didn't seem to hear him
as she bent down to remove her boots. People under great stress
tend to notice the most irrelevant things. Ken noticed that she had
surprisingly cute toes for a demon-girl.
Now she looked down at him in only her one-piece bikini,
her large wings having vanished, though the little ones on her head
swayed in some unfelt breeze. "You better get ready yourself. The
sooner this is over with, the sooner you won't have to worry about
dying!"
*That's because you'll be munching on my soul by then,*
Ken thought with a frown, but instead said, "But I thought you said
you weren't a succubus..."
The demon-girl rolled her eyes. "I'm not, silly, but we were
all made in the image of the same Creator, so we all have the same
basic parts. Mine just work a little differently from yours, that's
all."
And with that, she finally slipped off her bikini, standing
totally nude before him. Other than being unusually pale, her body
looked like that of a normal human female. Actually, normal didn't
fit at all; it seemed the living image of the work of a great sculptor.
Her body was flawless; from the tip of her slightly pointed nose,
down her shoulders to her full breasts, down further her flat
stomach, curvy thighs, to her cute little toes.
"Well?" she asked, putting a hand on naked hip. "All you
want to do is look?"
Ken shut his jaw, which felt like it had been hanging open
for the past several minutes, and slowly stood up to face her,
finding that he was just a bit taller, so he had to look down into her
red eyes, eyes that twinkled with amusement. *This isn't the way I
wanted my first time to be, but since it looks like it'll be my _only_
time, I better just go for it.*
Very slowly and cautiously, as he expected her to attack
him any moment, he wrapped his arms around her, finding her skin
hot like she had a fever. Shivering with contact, he pulled her
closer to him, drawing those dark lips in for a kiss.
In a blur of motion, she had picked him up and slammed
him down on his bed, shredding his clothes from his body with a
loud tearing sound, all without breaking off the kiss. Instead, she
deepened it, slipping in her tongue between his surprised lips.
*She's got a forked tongue,* he thought before shrugging mentally
and trying to kiss her back with the same force.
Finally they broke off the kiss, both of them gasping for air,
which Ken noticed did interesting things with her chest. He was
distracted from that by the grin she gave as she looked down at
him, one that seemed to promise much more enjoyment ahead.
That smile gave him the confidence to take the offensive himself.
Ken swept back her long blue hair, feeling like strands of
the finest silk, to uncover her pointed ear, in which he whispered
all the things he had planned to say at this moment, all at once so it
came out as gibberish, causing the demon-girl to giggle girlishly.
He planted kisses there, trailing down her neck.
Ken lay gasping for breath after the sudden rush of their
mutual orgasm had faded. The demon-girl lay on top of him,
drawing faint circles on his chest with one long fingernail as she
smiled down at him. Ken thought his eyes were playing tricks
because he could have sworn that she was glowing a faint blue.
"So are you going to kill me now?" he asked a bit
nervously. He still didn't want to die, but after that... it wouldn't be
so bad. He couldn't think of a better way to go, his body still
echoing with pleasure.
The demon-girl looked away from him, glancing at his
alarm clock, and said, "It's still several hours before dawn. How
about one more time?"
"You mean...?" Ken asked, not entirely sure he had the
strength left for another round. The first one had taken everything
he had and more.
The demon-girl grinned as she turned back to him, leaning
forward to draw him into a deep kiss. All thoughts of resistance
faded from Ken's mind as he reached out to touch her body once
more.
It was the aftermath of their second orgasm. Ken lay staring
up at the ceiling, the demon-girl cuddling at his side. He could
almost pretend she was a real girl with only the top of her head
protruding from the blankets, if he could ignore those little bat
wings. *They're kinda cute though.*
He felt spent in every sense of the word, barely able to
move his mouth to form words. "Aren't you supposed to kill me
now?" he slurred, doubting he would feel it, even if it was painful.
The demon-girl' eyes were firmly shut as she told him in a
tired voice. "Too sleepy. Do it tomorrow."
"Didn't you say something about killing me before the night
is through?"
"I'm giving you an extension," she told him, giggling at
some joke he didn't get. With her eyes still shut, she leaned
forward and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Now shut up and let
me sleep."
Ken idly wondered if the kiss had some magic in it, for he
yawned suddenly and exhaustion was tugging at him a hundred
times stronger than before. "Tell me your name, at least," he
whispered as he felt his consciousness fading.
"Kumiko," she replied so softly he could barely hear it.
*That's a pretty name for a demon-girl,* Ken thought
before he finally surrendered to sleep.
"What a weird dream... guess it wasn't a dream," Ken
thought out loud when his alarm clock woke him the next morning.
Kumiko was still curled up next to him, sleeping peacefully. He
found it hard to believe that she was actually a demon-girl who
planned to kill him and eat his soul. A demon-girl who he had sex
with twice last night.
Ken knew that he was more than a bit hentai. He had
dreamt about sex ever since hitting puberty. The true experience
had been everything he had imagined it to be and so much more.
However, there wasn't time to think about it now. Very
carefully and quietly, he slipped out of bed and inched towards the
closet. It would only take him a few moments to slip on some
clothes and be out the door. It probably would only delay his death
an hour at most, but after last night Ken was convinced that life
was definitely worth living.
Something grabbed him around the neck before he could
reach the closet. Feeling it's pointy spikes, he knew it was the
collar Kumiko had used on him when he had tried to escape last
night. Ken slowly turned back around, expecting terrible wrath for
trying to trick her, only to see the back of her head and hear the
faint sounds of snoring. There was also a chain that lead from the
collar he now wore to someplace underneath the sheets.
Ken blinked and approached the bed, only to watch the
seemingly-solid chain and collar vanish before his eyes. Again, he
silently approached Kumiko and slowly pulled back the sheets, but
the only thing of interest this revealed was the demon-girl's pert
bottom and a smooth back with no sign of the large bat wings she
had had last night.
*Is she really sleeping, or just faking? I don't think demons
need to sleep anyway,* Ken thought, slipping back into bed;
partially not to risk angering her further, but mostly because his
room was a bit too cold to go around naked. Though under the
sheets was almost a bit too hot because Kumiko's body radiated
heat like a kotatsu, and only got hotter when they... He'd been half-
worried she'd set his sheets on fire.
Ken lay in bed as he stared up at the ceiling, firmly
convinced escape was impossible. The only thing to do was to
prepare himself for death, while trying to ignore the fact that the
one thing he really wanted at the moment was to slip his arm
around Kumiko, to feel her body pressed against his again. That
wouldn't help him any, nor were the escape plans his mind was
frantically coming up with. None of them had a chance. *Just
breathe deep and relax,* he thought. *Let go of everything.
Become an uncarved stone.*
Ken's near-zen state was ruined when Kumiko yawned and
rolled over, slipping one of her arms around him as her soft breasts
rubbed up against his side. As he looked down at her, she tilted
her head up to meet his, drawing him into a lingering kiss. "Good
morning," she said with a sleepy smile.
"Go..good morning," Ken echoed a bit hesitantly, expecting
the end to come at any moment, though after a few moments
passed in silence with her grinning up at him, he couldn't help but
ask, "So are you going to... kill me now?"
Kumiko blinked at him in surprise as she sat up, her large
bat wings unfurling behind her. "Kill you? I had forgotten all
about that!" she admitted in an embarrassed tone as she rubbed the
back of her head.
Ken whimpered a bit. If only he had kept his mouth shut,
she might have gone away and left him in peace; but no, he had to
remind her that she was there to murder him.
Kumiko slipped out of bed and dragged a chair over to sit
on, all the time her eyes studying Ken intently. He was well aware
of this as his eyes were glued to her nude form as it bounced and
swayed in interesting ways with her every movement. Movies and
magazines were no substitute for the real thing, even though
technically Kumiko wasn't a genuine human woman.
Noticing that the demon-girl was starting to look a bit
frustrated, as if vexed by a particularly difficult problem, Ken
asked her, "What? What is it? Is something wrong?"
Kumiko sighed as she leaned back on the chair and
explained, "It just doesn't feel right killing you now, not after what
we did together. I guess the orgasms I had last night are affecting
my ability to think; I never had one before."
"Never? Then you were a virgin too?" Somehow a virgin
demon struck Ken as very strange, though he guessed it was
possible. Too much ecchi anime clouded his judgment.
The demon-girl shook her head. "Nope, I've had sex
before, but never with a human. I always thought sex would be fun
when I was still incorporeal, but before it was... kinda boring
actually." Then Kumiko's eyes suddenly lit up as she grinned and
told him, "But sex with you was really, really fun! You were very
enthusiastic!"
Ken had to fight hard to keep his ego from swelling to fill
up the room. Having a woman tell you that you're good in bed is
one thing, having a sexy demon-girl say it was something else.
"Uh, thank you, but it could just be the fact that I'm a
human and not a demon. Maybe demons don't have the same drive
for sex since they don't procreate... at least I think they don't," Ken
reasoned, not adding that the reason he'd been so enthusiastic was
he thought it was the last thing he'd able to do before dying, and
having never done particularly well at anything else before, wanted
to give his final act everything he had.
"Well, that's part of it," Kumiko admitted, adopting a
lecturing tone that reminded Ken of a female teacher when she had
explained all the reasons why she couldn't date him. "When a
human experiences an orgasm, they release a tiny part of their soul.
If the conditions are right, those two tiny pieces will act like a
magnet to attract a free soul and create a new human. So when you
gave that little piece to me, I was able to add it to myself. It was
really energizing!"
Ken's newly bloated ego suddenly deflated to half it's
normal size. Any human would have done after all; he was still
nothing special.
"So I was wondering what to do with you now," Kumiko
continued, oblivious to Ken's mental anguish. "I can't just kill you,
but you still belong to me..."
"You could just let me go and find someone else's soul to
consume," Ken suggested hopefully, trying for his best smile,
which probably wasn't so good, he reflected, as it had been turned
down so many times.
Kumiko shook her head. "Wouldn't work. Watch."
The demon-girl slipped off the chair and walked to the
other end of the room. Before she got there, however, a chain
suddenly materialized connected to a studded leather bracelet
around her wrist, leading all the way to the collar that was now
around Ken's neck. This tugged him right out of bed to land
painfully on the cold wooden floor.
"What is this?" he asked her, puzzled, as he tugged on the
very real-feeling metal chain. He had thought she was doing it to
keep him from escaping, but apparently that wasn't the case.
"It's the manifestation of the bond between us," Kumiko
said with a smile as she walked over and gently picked up off the
floor, the chain vanishing.
He couldn't help noticing how effortlessly she handled his
weight, even with her extreme closeness to distract him from such
thoughts. Ken watched her dark red lips form the words as she
looked down and spoke to him at just above a whisper.
"So that your soul goes directly to me when you die and not
to heaven or Hell, I was given the power to bind your soul to mine.
If you look in a mirror, you can see my mark on the back of your
neck," the demon-girl explained as she laid him on the bed, sitting
close by.
Ken raced into the bathroom and peered at the mark
closely, blinking many times in surprise. He had expecting some
demonic-looking tattoo with flickering flames or something, but
instead it was a super-deformed drawing of Kumiko in a victory
pose. He groaned, nearly banging his head on the sink. "This is
your mark!?"
"Yeah!" Kumiko exclaimed as she imitated the pose, which
was very distracting for Ken as she was sticking her chest out
while still completely naked. He couldn't help wonder if a real
woman's... parts bounced around that much.
The much-put-upon college student sighed and decided that
since he was in the bathroom already, he might as well get ready
for school. He had an early class that day and the teacher was a
stickler for tardiness. Being his worst class, he couldn't afford to
miss any of it.
Kumiko still staring at him from the doorway was more
than a bit distracting though as he began to wash himself. "Could
you wait in the other room? I'll only be a minute."
The demon-girl shook her head and made a tug-tug gesture.
Ken got the point as he could swear he felt being pulled in her
direction even though the chain and collar hadn't materialized.
"Uh, could you just look away then?" he asked nervously.
"Why?" Kumiko asked in confusion with an undertone of
irritation. "I still need to figure out what to do with you!"
Ken couldn't really explain why. He hadn't worried about
his nakedness around her before, especially not after they had had
sex, but for some reason he felt extremely embarrassed to have her
watching him as he cleaned himself up. Something about it made
him feel vulnerable, so he turned his back to her and did his best to
pretend she wasn't there.
"I know!" Kumiko suddenly shouted in glee as Ken felt two
very strong arms squeeze him from behind and two soft mounds
press into his back. "I'll just make you my sex slave and then I'll
have a whole year to decide what to do! Hell was getting kinda
dull anyway. I could use a little vacation."
"Sex... slave?" Ken repeated slowly after overcoming the
initial shock. It was certainly better than dying, a lot better when
her thought of how much he had enjoyed sex with Kumiko. Still,
becoming the slave of a demon wasn't exactly his idea of an ideal
life. There was the fact that linked to her the way her was, he had
even less chance of dating a human woman than before, and also
when Kumiko got used to orgasms, she'd probably kill him
anyway.
"Yeah!" Kumiko enthused, oblivious to his distress as she
unintentionally gave him the soap girl treatment. "If we just keep
having sex all the time, I'll get little bits of your soul and it'll be
enough to last me for at least a year. I'm sure I'll be able to decide
what to do with you by then."
As Ken leaned back into her embrace, the same frantic
portion of his mind that came up with all those escape plans before
telling him all the reasons that giving into what Kumiko wanted
would be a good thing. "No!" he yelled suddenly, dousing himself
with very cold water in order to cool down his raging hormones,
accidentally splashing Kumiko in the process.
Ken tried to distance himself from her so he could at least
try to think about this rationally, but in his haste hadn't considered
how slippery he'd just made the floor and stumbled, landing hard
right on top of Kumiko, nearly knocking the breath out of him
though she didn't seem to mind.
In fact, the demon-girl was grinning up at him as she said,
"My my, so eager... I like that!" Before Ken could blink, her
forked tongue was in his mouth again as her hands explored his
body. Almost instinctively, one of his hands reached out to caress
her long blue hair as the other trailed down her side...
"No!" Ken shouted again as he broke form her embrace
before her slender legs could wrap around him, careful of his
footing the time. He had to start to resist her temptation if he ever
hoped to get out of this alive.
Kumiko's eyes narrowed as she looked up at him, her
mouth a thin line disturbed only by her sharp fangs. For the first
time since he'd met her, she actually looked demonic. "Bad slave,"
she said in a flat tone as she gestured to him. Suddenly, the collar
was around his neck again and she tugged hard on the attached
chain, bringing him to his knees.
Ken looked up with a little fear to see Kumiko frowning
down at him. She was back in her dominatrix outfit and twirled a
long whip that resembled a long and slender lizard's tail in her free
hand. "I guess I must teach you how to behave."
"Wait! Don't!" Ken shouted as he struggled to think of
what he had done to make her so upset. "I just have an early class I
can't be late for. I'll do whatever you want afterwards! I promise!"
"Well, okay then," Kumiko said in a cheerful tone, patting
him on the head as the chain and collar vanished. "I guess I can
wait a little while longer, but don't forget you're _my_ slave now,
okay?"
"Yes... mistress," Ken replied a bit hesitantly, remembering
an S&M anime he'd seen once, though most of his hesitation came
from what had happened to the slave. He really hoped this demon-
girl wouldn't put him through that.
"No! Call me Kumiko!" she told him with a grin as she
picked him up and set him on his feet again.
"Yes, Kumiko," he said with a small sigh of relief as she
seemed to have returned to her 'normal' self.
"Now that's a good slave," Kumiko told him as she
gathered him up into a gentle hug.
Ken didn't like the confusion of emotions that this brought
up in him. There was a warm feeling that was more than just body
heat, but remembering her cold eyes from before chilled him.
"Kumiko? I really got to get going if I don't want to be late for
class."
"Okay," she said with a small laugh as she released him and
followed close behind as he went back into the main room of his
apartment. It was a little weird having her look over his shoulder
as he dug around in his closet and got himself dressed, but he
managed to tune her out for the most part.
Gathering up his books, Ken was finally ready for class, all
except for the grumbling of his stomach. There was no help for it
though; he'd be lucky not to be late for class as it was.
Noting Kumiko still at his side as he approached the door,
her turned to her and said, "They don't allow observers in my class,
so you have to stay here... damn, you can't, can you? Isn't there
some way you can stop our connection from working temporarily?"
Kumiko shook her head. "Nope, there's no way I know of,
but what does it matter? It'll be more fun if I come with you!"
*As if my reputation at school wasn't bad enough already,*
Ken thought with a small frown. He was already known as Ken
"no date" Iwakami around campus, the last thing he needed was to
be seen with a demon-girl haunting his footsteps.
"I don't think it's a good idea if you were seen in public. I
doubt whoever is in charge of demons wants it known that you
actually exist."
"Oh, is that all?" Kumiko asked with a giggle as she twirled
around quickly, her whole body becoming a blur. When she
stopped, her wings and fangs had vanished while her red eyes had
turned the same shade of blue as her hair. Her pale skin and aqua-
colored hair was still a bit unusual, but she'd hardly be accused of
being a demon now. Kumiko posed and winked. "Well, how do
you like it?"
"You look great," Ken admitted in a soft voice as her now
human appearance and sexy pose were making him feel a bit light-
headed. "But... most humans don't go out in public dressed like
that, and I'd rather not attract too much attention."
Kumiko looked down at her dominatrix outfit and agreed,
"I guess you're right. When I was watching you, I only saw one
other woman dressed like this and she was... How do you want me
to dress?"
Ken went over to his shelf stuffed with manga and started
to pull out titles at random. The titles he pulled first were all
hentai for some reason and he didn't feel like flipping through
those at the moment. Finally, he found a nice shojo manga and
leafed through to find a woman casually dressed in a T-shirt and
jeans, her hair tied back into a pony-tail.
"Like this," Ken told the demon-girl, handing her the
manga as he dug around in his dresser. "I think you could wear
some of my clothes. They'd be a little big, but--"
Ken was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. He turned
around to find Kumiko now dressed in a T-shirt and jeans with her
hair tied back. The clothes she had chosen were a little tight on her
though; actually, they looked painted on which made it painfully
clear that there was something that she wasn't wearing. "How's
this?" she asked with a smile.
Deciding that being as tactful as possible was the best for
him at the moment, Ken told her, "Ah, that's good, but I think you
should make them a little bigger so that they're not so tight. The
way you are now just isn't... fashionable. You should also be
wearing underwear."
"Underwear?" she repeating, blinking at him in confusion.
The hentai manga came in useful after all, as he found just
what he was looking for on the cover of one. Ken handed Kumiko
an issue with a girl posing in her bra and panties on the front while
he explained, "What she's wearing there. Women wear those under
their clothes."
"But why?" Kumiko asked as she stretched and bounced a
bit, smiling the whole time. "I'm very comfortable like this!"
"It's a... cultural thing," Ken explained one he had regained
the power of speech. "You have to dress like this if you don't want
to stick out and look bad. Please?"
"Anything for my sex slave," she said with a straight face as
she twirled again and was now dressed in suitably baggy T-shirt
and jeans. Ken couldn't tell if she was also wearing underwear or
not, but decided that it didn't matter.
"Can we go now?" Kumiko asked eagerly. "I just watched
humans on Earth for the first time this week and I really want to
experience some of the stuff I saw first-hand!"
The demon-girl's enthusiasm was infectious. Ken really
wanted to show her what the life of a human was like, even a
boring one like his. Looking her over, he decided that she could
pass for a human pretty well now. "Sure, I've just got to think of a
way to smuggle you into class. Maybe if I sat in the back and..."
"Wouldn't it just be easier if I was enrolled at your college
and took all the same classes you did?" Kumiko asked.
"Well, sure... can you do that?"
"I can't, but I have a friend who can," the demon-girl told
him as the tip of one of her fingers began to glow with a soft red
light. She used this to trace a figure in the air, leaving fiery trails
that formed into a pentagram.
Kumiko stood back from it an spoke in a formal tone,
"Takashi, Demon of Information, I invoke thee!" Then she clapped
her hands together with an echo like the rumble of thunder.
Ken fell back in surprise as a huge gout of flame suddenly
poured from the pentagram the demon-girl had made. Thankfully,
this quickly extinguished itself, in its place leaving the image of a
young boy with two small horns on his head.
"Kumi-chan!" the boy shouted in delight as he noticed the
demon-girl before him.
"Taka-kun!" Kumiko said in the same tone with a big grin.
*Is this shrimp her boyfriend?* Ken thought, feeling the
surge of some dark emotion that he couldn't place.
"Why are you still in the human world?" the pint-sized
demon asked her. "I would think that consuming some loser's soul
wouldn't take that long."
"Hey!" Ken shouted at the demon with some anger. He
might be a guy with no skills, no direction, and no real friends, but
he didn't need every strange demon in Hell pointing it out.
Takashi took note of Ken for the first time, studying him
with an intense look that didn't fit his pre-adolescent body.
"Shouldn't you be dead?" he finally asked in irritation.
"That's all... a bit complicated, Taka-kun," Kumiko began
to explain with a faint blush of embarrassment. "Actually, that's
the reason I contacted you. I'm going to be staying in the human
world for a while and I need you to get me enrolled at a local
college."
Takashi seemed to forget all about Ken as he returned his
focus back to Kumiko. "Anything for you, Kumi-chan. You'll also
need birth records and other residential information logged with
the local government there. Just give me a list of classes and
where you'll be staying and I'll do the rest."
Ken was confused for a moment as the two demons stared
at him expectantly, then he blinked and dug around in his school
things, pulling out a torn and food-stained copy of his schedule,
which also listed his current address. He handed this to Kumiko
and blinked in surprise when Takashi leaned out of the image to
take it from her.
The diminutive demon looked over the sheet with disdain,
as if he feared catching some disease simply by touching it.
"You're going to be staying with this... human?" he asked, his tone
making it clear what he thought of the idea even if his words didn't.
"Yep!" Kumiko answered cheerfully, not noting her fellow
demon's disapproval.
Takashi sighed in a dramatic fashion and said, "Well, I'm a
demon of information, not judgment, so it's not my place to
question you decision... I should have this all set a few minutes
after I'm done talking to you. The usual fee, of course."
"Sure!" Kumiko agreed. "I should have plenty for you by
the end of the day. Bye-bye, Taka-kun!"
Takashi smiled as his image began to waver and fade away.
"Good-bye, Kumi-chan."
Kumiko turned to face Ken, grinning from ear to ear. He
noticed that while she didn't have fangs anymore, her canines were
a bit more prominent than a normal human. "See? Everything is
all set. Can we go now?"
"Um, what did he mean by fee?" Ken asked, wondering
what a demon could charge another demon for. They didn't have
money or anything like that, did they?
"Gossip!" Kumiko told him with a small giggle. "Taka-kun
is mostly an administrative demon so he's usually stuck in a stuffy
office. I'm a demon of observance so I knew most of the big things
that were going on in Hell. I've been trading gossip for small
favors for years now, though I suppose he'll want to know about
the human world too."
"Okay, just don't talk to him about... you know," Ken said,
blushing in embarrassment.
"Talk to him about what?" Kumiko asked, blinking in
confusion.
"You know," Ken tried to expand, his blush deepening,
"what we did last night... together, that stuff... us."
"You about you being my sex slave?" she prompted, still
baffled.
"Yes, exactly. No talking about me being your se... your
slave, please?" Ken added hopefully, realizing that after what
happened in the bathroom, it wasn't a good idea to try and insist on
anything, but if possible he wanted to limit being a laughing stock
to his college and not the whole of the underworld as well.
"Well, okay," Kumiko said reluctantly as she suddenly
threw her arms around him. "But I really want to tell people how
great you are in bed! You should be proud!"
"I am proud," he told her as he carefully hugged her back,
not sounding very much like he believed it. "Humans don't talk
about this sort of thing in public, it's not... something we do. So
let's just keep this between you and me, okay?"
Ken was sure that if Kumiko was linked to some other guy,
it would have been just as good if not better than he was. It was
his first time, and while he'd watched a lot of videos and studied
manga on the subject, he hardly considered himself an expert on
sex. He'd just gone with his instincts and done whatever he felt
was right.
Kumiko giggled again as she rubbed against him cheek to
cheek, though Ken was much more aware of other parts of her
body that were currently rubbing against him. "Sure, if that's the
way humans do things, though it seems kind of strange to me to
keep secrets like that. So... would you like to add to our little
secret now?"
For some reason, Ken was finding it impossible to feel his
earlier urgency. "Um... what time is it?" he asked, thinking that it
wouldn't take all that long, and the teacher sometimes came in a bit
late... but catching sight of the clock immediately changed his
mind.
"Argh! It's that late already?!" Ken shouted, startled,
grabbing his book bag in one hand and Kumiko's hand in the other
as he dashed for the door. "If I run all the way to class, I just might
make it on time!"
Kumiko didn't seem at all upset by the sudden change of
mood. "Lead on, Ken-chan!" she shouted with glee as she
followed close behind.