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. :)
$Sheesh, what a cheap plea for C&C. ;p Seriously though, sometimes it's a
good idea to break up chapters into smaller blocks if you want C&C. A
hundred k looks a bit daunting to the casual reviewer, but several 30-40k
bits over a slightly longer period of time doesn't look as bad.
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
<snip> Read, looked over changes, approved. Now, for the new stuff.
"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.
$Aside from the snore that would be the bane of his existence.
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.
$Yup, pretty unbelievable.
Ken knew that he was more than a bit hentai. He had
dreamt about sex ever since hitting puberty.
$This still bugs me. Hentai is defined as abnormal. It's perfectly normal
to be a horny little guy when you're going through puberty. Therefore, it's
not hentai.
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.
$Wham bam thankee Ma'am. So true of one night stands.
Something grabbed him around the neck before he could
reach the closet. Feeling it's pointy spikes, he knew it was the
$its
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.
$Lets see where!
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
$Yup, that's pretty interesting, alright.
and a smooth back with no sign of the large bat wings she
had had last night.
$He's already seen her without them, when she took off all her clothes to
hop in the sack with him. Although he would find it odd, I doubt he would
puzzle much over it.
*Is she really sleeping, or just faking?
$This is the question he should be asking while he's having sex with her.
^_-
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...
$I know you're leaving this as a lime, but you might as well call it like
it is. ... doesn't cut it.
He'd been half-
worried she'd set his sheets on fire.
$Sheesh, imagine trying to explain THAT to your RA.
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.
$Smart boy.
That
wouldn't help him any,
$Stupid boy. It would hurt either, now would it?
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.*
$*snicker* Yeah, he's achieved that state. He's certainly as hard as one.
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.
$Ken: Uncarved stone, uncarved stone... Say, that reminds me!
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.
$Isn't it though?
"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: Well, actually I wasn't, but since you keep bugging me about it I
guess I might as well.
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.
$Okay, okay, Ill give him one extenuating circumstance. With that bit
beside him, he's probably not getting adequate blood supply to the brain.
Kumiko slipped out of bed and dragged a chair over to sit
on, all the time her eyes studying Ken intently.
$That sounded awkward, but I'm not sure. I'd suggest a rewrite.
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.
$Err, how so? With his eyes not exactly looking at her face and all, I
mean.
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."
$Count yourself lucky! Many women never have orgasms!
"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.
$That practicly begs for a comment, but I might as well keep the C&C lime
as well.
I always thought sex would be fun
when I was still incorporeal, but before it was... kinda boring
actually."
$What's she saying? I'm not following this at all. Try rewriting her
dialog.
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!"
$Your technique was horrible, but you get points for trying!
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.
$Suddenly his chest and his head swell to bodybuilder levels.
"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, for an original fic you're doing pretty well at getting me to care
what happens to the characters. I simultaniously want to bash him over the
head a few times and buy him a beer.
"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.
$*snicker* That's cute.
"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- he's like the energiser bunny. He just keeps going and going and
going...
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.
$Ah, you described it as spiked, are the spikes pointing inward? And this
could be really fun in a crowd as the press of people separates them. Well,
I suppose Kumiko could deal with it, but it could make for some funny
scenes. Who does it pull on more? Ken probably, but it might be equal.
"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.
$ To tell you the truth, I was expecting a kanji.
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!?"
$I clearly should have known better.
"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.
$Here you go again. If you want to keep it in as good a taste as possiblie
considering, use 'breasts' or 'chest'.
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.
$Ain't that always the way?
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.
$I got this mental image/sound of a plucked taut rope here. *tong*
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: But can't you do that looking the other direction?
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!
$What, is it in the sex slave contract? Only one year?
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
$he
thought of how much he had enjoyed sex with Kumiko.
$And to think, he thought his day was starting off kinda bad. Now look at
him, on the verge of becoming a cute demon girl's very own personal sex
slave. It's all in the eye of the beholder.
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.
$And once again, I just want to hit him with a brick. Make up your mind!
"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."
$Ken: You know, with proper feeding and care, I could last a lot longer
than a year. Take care of me and you may never have to go through all the
paperwork to get a new soul ever again!
Although, this poses a question. Will his soul regenerate the little bits,
or are they gone forever?
There's an african tribe, real weird bunch with a name I can't remember,
that believe something similar. They believe that each man only has so much
sperm for his entire life and that he dies when it runs out. Women who want
too much sex are seen as witches out to steal a man's vigor. Sex is seen as
a necessary evil to make more men. Girls are failed attempts.
So if everytime they have sex he loses some of his soul, she'll eventually
get it all anyway. This may even be the preffered way.
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
$I think you need a 'started' before 'telling'.
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.
$Where's my brick?
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.
$Heh, if she's really that hot and got water splashed on her, this might be
considered a steamy scene. ^_^
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.
$This is really skewed logic.
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."
$Woof!
"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?"
$Ken: What were we talking about again? I was staring at your toes.
Kumiko: Bad slave!
"Yes... mistress," Ken replied a bit hesitantly, remembering
$Hmm, considering that they're nominally speaking japanese, would that be
mistress-san, mistress-sama, or for the really adventurous, mistress-chan?
an S&M anime he'd seen once, though most of his hesitation came
$Wai! Sailor Moon!
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
$Again, san, chan, or sama?
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.
$Ah, I see someone has been reading the little big book of dominatrix
secret training techniques. Punish when bad, reward when good.
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.
$A useful ability that would serve him well the rest of his life.
Gathering up his books, Ken was finally ready for class, all
except for the grumbling of his stomach.
$I'm sure he could have found something to eat somewhere in his room.
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.
$How would this hurt his reputation? It would only improve it. He could
say he really hadn't been trying to get a girlfriend because he was looking
for the perfect mistress and he finally found her. Everyone would believe
him, guys would be envious and I bet he'd get more date proposals in a day
than he would have normally in his life!
"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
$When did they come back?
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,
$True, although exceptions have to be made. Did you hear about the PETA
dominatrixes doing a public showing while wearing rubber versions? They
were campaining against leather. I guess they used nylon whips. Or maybe
plastic.
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...
$... again? She was doing what? Inquiring minds want to know!
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
$Gee, I wonder what reason that could be?
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.
$Perfect. Lets go.
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!"
$I see london, I see france, I see no point in underpants... Of course you
realize, that's because her clothes are so tight she doesn't need them.
"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?"
$Heh heh, I think she'd look pretty good, _especially_ where she sticks
out...
"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
$that it would be fun to find out!
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!"
$Thus raising questions about her age and her sudden reason for needing a
human soul to last her a thousand years. How old is she? If she is
actually thousands of years old, why would that have been her first time to
see humans on earth? Wouldn't she have seen them the last time she went
hunting?
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.
$Oh, my demoness. He's like a much less cute Skuld.
"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.
$Wouldn't that pretty well catch the attention of Kumiko? And wouldn't she
enjoy it and start making it happen more often?
"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.
$The fact that he had that amazes me to no end. I lost mine within a week.
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
$Noticing would probably be better.
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
$your decision
after I'm done talking to you. The usual fee, of course."
$Takashi: And do remember to bring the cheez wiz this time...
"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?"
$Kumiko: Aww, no threesomes? Please?
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?"
$She just keeps wanting to spread her wings for him, doesn't she?
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...
$Well well, give the man a cigar.
but catching sight of the clock immediately changed his
mind.
"Argh! It's that late already?!"
$Quote from many college students, many times. -_-
Ken shouted, startled,
grabbing his book bag in one hand and Kumiko's hand in the other
as he dashed for the door.
$However, in a fit of mischief, Kumiko deftly avoided his grasp and planted
her feet, allowing him to run full tilt to the end of the chain.
"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.
$Spread your wings and glide like a kite! Whee!
Well, so far you've fulfilled the promise of the teaser, I'm looking
forward to the next part. Spelling/grammar errors were few, and while the
laughs were a little thin it seems to be more of an entertaining situation
than a laugh riot. I'm not sure, but a few more details on Kumiko's origin
would be nice.
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