Summary: Within the lucrative economy of controlling gambling sports, there was a Sports Agency that was the top of the top itself, the Regalia Agency. But all of that was lost when a mud-slung scandal with the head of the agency and a willing client was brought to the public eye, dragging the group all the way back to the bottom. For two years the agency was a shadow of its former self...until the head of the agency Masaru "vulture" Vogel hired a young man with a lust and passion that could rival himself with a power that could turn the tables. Because for them to regain their throne, the only way to go is up.


Kiss 1

It was truly an amazing experience.

The girl couldn't stop touching herself and breathing thick warm breaths as the young man's tongue burrowed deep within her passage, helping her add to her own pleasure by guiding her hand over her crotch and nerve points.

He pulled his powerful tongue out, causing a moan to rip out of her throat, her crotch already starting to drip on the bed.

He started to kiss her trained athletic rear again, each long lustful kiss adding a spark to a growing fire within her.

A flame she felt as something she couldn't live without anymore, so much that nothing would get in her way to relight it over and over.

The very thought excited and scared her, but the more his lips contacted with her rear's flesh…

Her body twitched violently as a feeling of release was dragged from the deepest part of her core, her body now empty of energy yet full of a strange serene.

"You okay?" The young man asked the girl, his voice a very low volume and soft tone yet radiating an aura of cautiousness.

The girl broke out of her blissful haze. "I-I'm fine…just didn't know that would be as…impacting as it was." Besides the girl's red tone to her face. It was still an unflinching flat look with tones of a slight smile.

The younger man moved himself over the girl massaging her back and hips, fingers pressing into her passage again. "Good, we still have quite a few things to go through. I hope you're ready, I want you to enjoy this as much as I am."

The girl had to put all of her willpower into not just demanding him to keep going, but he already made her back entrance extremely sensitive and hungering. "I'm ready to keep going." The girl quietly declared, getting her nude from the waist down form back into position.

"Great. Happy to hear we're on the same page." The young man lovingly kissed her ring of muscles (causing a small string of warm moans from the girl's mouth) , with his off hand went reaching towards his pants, readying himself to melt his client's mind.

After a few minutes of steamy and line-crossing passion, the young woman's fingers hooking into both of her passages in impatient hunger as her partner pulled back cleaning himself up besides her very hungering look towards him. As the dark red haired man put his dress pants back, he bent down to reach through his computer bag on the floor.

he stood up with a decently sized plug in his hand, a regal crown insignia masterfully engraved on the tip of the handle. "Since I think we've hit a limit for today, let's just see how deep we can get this in."

The young man circled the tip of the plug around the gaping hungering rear passage of the girl, the fingers occupying the lonely stretched passage quickly yet begrudgingly pulled out and then wrapped around the right wrist of the man.

The young man only smiled. "This might be late to say, but to the prosperity of our contract." He proudly and softly said as they both pressed the plug into her passage, it quickly accepted in with an astonishing suction, like a loving partner welcoming its other half.


Afternoon/ Nishinomiya Keijo Stadium

A glasses wearing young man in a suit with its sleeves rolled up (a regal crown insignia sewn onto the left shoulder area), a carrier bag hanging across his body on his shoulder, a small pendent in the shape of the 尻 kanji on his neck, and dark red hair gripped the chain fence surrounding the trial area for Keijo.

"Kiss" Isozaki watching his first major client stand in waiting on the Land. It took very little convincing to make her willing to go show him her ability at the sport, as he was legally to follow her through her career till she hits the pro scene and then becomes a general extension of the agency.

In most people's opinions it was an overly generous offer, but his employer was in no position to do nothing but work themselves up from the bottom, all over again.

His thoughts faded to the back of his mind as the three guys on the Land were knocked into the water within seconds of each other, leaving his client Miyata Sayaka and a tall young woman with long black hair, a long white ribbon in the center of it's length.

Kiss could only smirk as his client's face stayed the cold predatory flat look she always wore, charging towards the other one with her rear, going for a finishing blow.

The black hair girl spun around and collided her obviously well trained rear to collide with Miyata's. "Well, Miyata fully embraced my gift, and this girl seems to have potential..."

Miyata won the clash with a swing of her rear and sent the girl flying a meter, and went for a killing blow, only for the girl to jump to the side in a panic.

The two continue to clash only to stay in stalemate, until the staff member supervising the match made them pause and think.

As the match started up again, Miyata charged in for a full power blow only to be countered by a Hip-up. (The girl's ass under their opponent's ass for which there then sent to the ground or flying into the water.)

Miyata unceremoniously crashed in the water. Kiss just watching the scene with disappointment and approval.

A few minutes passed and the two girls were on their way to the locker room to change. Kiss intervening Miyata on her way. His hands behind his neck, a slight smile on his face. Miyata visually ignored his presence, but to Kiss' practiced awareness it was apparent she was listening.

"Miyata, you were pretty great out there, but you need to refine a lot of that power, and this might annoy you for me to say this, but that plump reared girl, Kaminashi I think, has lot of potential. From just eyeballing it, she has a Gymnast's rear to your Judoka's rear. Also looks very tasty, wouldn't want to miss the chance to enjoy that meal."

Miyata just coldly looked away. Kiss' composure started to slip. "Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to offend, you're alot faster than her if you had the room for it.. besides your abilities haven't blossomed into a beautiful rose yet... but to maybe make things not sound so bad, you have around the same kinetic output levels. Your's a rapier blade to her cobbled together mace." Kiss skillfully gripped the right cheek of Miyata's butt. Miyata not showing a response, but tightening her rear in sequence with his squeezes, signaling she wasn't mad, just annoyed at herself.

Kiss couldn't hide himself from smiling at his growing Ass Whisperer skill.

"Miyata, I'm going to go get your paperwork all in order, so I'll see you in a few days, but if you get changed before I leave to sort that out." He went right next to her ear, whispering his words in confidence. "I'll give some decompression with some extra french kisses, okay?"

Miyata her face unchanged, turned her head and locked eyes with Kiss, very eagerly nodding her head in approval. "I'd really like that, Kiss"

Kiss smiled and walked off, leaving Miyata to go change.


Locker Room

"Phew. I didn't expect the land to be that unstable on the water. But it was super fun! I'm itching to become a player even more now! Right? Miyata-chan." Kaminashi declared, trying to lighten the silent tension of the locker room.

Miyata coldly turned her head towards Kaminashi. "…...Y-Yes, well…."

"She's at 'chan' already?" She thought to herself.

"You come here a lot?" Kaminashi asked,

"…Not particularly." Miyata responded. Not desiring to engage in conversation.

"Really? Figures, you don't got much of a local dialect either. Where's your home? Around here? Y'know your body is so slim! I thought a judoka would be bulkier…Your arms are slim, your abs aren't showing… and your boob-"

Kaminashi was interrupted by a cold stare from Miyata, the situation with her chest was very deep seeded personal matter and didn't want a talkative large ass (if Kiss wants to dine upon it, it's of course large and fleshy soft or tight and fit …and he has an endless buffet of the latter courtesy of her pampered posterior.) bringing the matter up.

"M-Maybe it's because of the pressure from grappling with the opponent?"

"…W-Who knows…" "W-What's her problem….?" Miyata just pondered the case of having to be near this girl, knowing it was more due to what Kiss asked. "...I'm just generally bad with these kinds of people."

Kaminashi was giving a cheerful expression, but internally things were go just as smooth for Miyata as for her. "Aw man, this isn't working, even though we're both shooting to be Keijo players…"

The room went silent again…. "Ah, right! If it's okay with you, want to stroll around here with me?" Kaminashi asked, trying to bridge the social gap.

Miyata went out of her thoughts. Having finally finished changing. "Huh?"

Kaminashi stated to get uneasy. "I want to talk with you more and hopefully meet up again."

Miyata's lips shifted into a frown. "…I'm sorry, I've got to meet up with someone before they leave."

"What! Really! Was it that guy staring at you the whole time, or that woman that was scanning your body the entire match?" Kaminashi outright yelled in shock and then intrigue.

"Well then…See you."Miyata went off to leave. Not wanting to clue in the "Genki Girl" towards her personal and growing professional life.

"Ah,um….Then, maybe a way to contact-" Kaminashi started to walk after Miyata only to trip on her own socks, crashing onto Miyata with a slight squeal.

The two hit the ground with a somewhat loud crash sound. A silence filling the room as the two started to understand the position they were in. Miyata on her knees and elbows (a position that her mind usually recognizes as the prep to another arousing event in particular.) Kaminashi gripping her skirt and panties' waistband in a dead man's clutch, pulling them down enough for show her sculpted, masterfully pampered rear. A black chrome plug with a royal crown symbol emblazoned on the head of it, proudly showing in-between her cheeks.

The symbol made Kaminashi think of the same exact one sewn onto the sleeve of the suit wearing guy watching the earlier game. "Is that guy her boyfriend, he's got a weird sense of humor..."

"Ah...my bad." She said in apology, not able to say anything else.

Miyata turned her head to stare at her would be harasser. "M-My bad? That's not…"

Miyata quickly slapped Kaminashi's hand away and pulled her skirt up, turning herself to her back to face Kaminashi, who was still hanging over her. "…Geez, what is up with you?"

"Sorry, my socks got tangled up! Y'know, Miyata-chan, your butt's really cute…and you have some interesting tastes... was that in you during the whole match?!"

"Ye-N- SHUT UP!" Miyata yelled, completely flustered and blushing.

"What're you gals up to now?" A voice called out, the two girls turning their heads to look.


Meanwhile/Front lobby

Taichi Omotenishi leaned against the support beam in the lobby waiting for his classmate Nozomi Kaminashi to show up from changing in the locker room.

The locker room was only down the hall to his right, so he should see when Nozomi leaves, so he can talk her out of wasting her time just playing a sport where she's playing gravure model sumo in front of crowds of sexually deprived men and women.

She could win gold for gymnastics in the Olympics, he couldn't let her miss such a chance, just for the sake of money. He couldn't…could he?

"Hey. You okay? You seem sorta out of it?"

Taichi looked up from his sitting position, seeing the dark red haired man that was hanging him over was the one that was next to him as he watched Nozomi and Miyata duke it out. "I'm fine…just thinking about someone important."

"You mean that Kaminashi girl? I was actually looking for her, she has the ass and the potential skill to be an amazing Keijo player…man, just thinking about it makes me hungry..."

"Um…okay, well…I never got your name…. mine's Omotenishi Taichi." Taichi asked, weirded out by the chipper young man.

Well, hello Omotenishi-san, name's Isozaki Fyodor, but everyone calls me 'Kiss'. I'm curious, what's your relationship with Kaminashi?"

"Me…well…" his expression darkened as he looked away. "Nozomi and I, We're just friends. I know her from school and our families have known each other for quite a few years. I think you would understand this as I honestly don't. She's an Olympic Level Gymnast, but she wants to go into Keijo, because the vast sums of money high level players can get."

"She seems pretty close to you. I think I get what you're coming from, so how about this? I go find her and tell her your feelings, and maybe she'll consider doing the Olympics to be with you and other things. Alright?"

"We don't h-" Isozaki already started walking away. Taichi just sighed. "…Have that kind of relationship…"

Taichi just laid his head against the wall. Today has gone pretty damn horrible for him, he'll never even be able to work up the courage to tell her how he feels until it's too late…he just wanted to lay in a ditch right now…


Stadium Office

Kiss had found himself wandering to the administration office for the stadium, hoping to press his chance of finding Kaminashi and Miyata.

The door to the office was just opened, the sounds of young women talking prominent. He knocked on the door frame to the office as he leaned against it in a attention grabbing pose. "Hello, mind if I walk in?"

Chief Kadoga of the Nishiomiya stadium stared at the young man, his attention diverted to the two young women watching the match from the office window. "How are you? What do you want?!"

The balding chief looked at the symbol on the man's blazer and knew who he was instantly. "What's an agent from the Regalia agency doing here?"

"Checking in with my client, who seem to be just over there, if you don't mind." Kiss responded, walking toward the two lovely young women.

"It's over! The winner of the Rokko Royal Blue Cup is #6! Takanashi Maya! The aquatic magician, Takanashi Maya! Congratulations! We've got a new champion!" The stadium announcer shouted throughout the speakers.

"Phew, this was actually pretty stressful. Thank Axiom that #6 managed to turn things around. I got a bit scared." Kaminashi expressed, joyful at calling the winning competitor. Miyata had her usual calm and collected look on her face as she pumped her arm in victory, quickly looking to her right as Kiss silently stood to her, gesturing to not bring attention to him. Miyata gave a blatantly happy smile before her lips shifted back to a neutral look.

Kuroiwa Shizuko, the staff member that supervised Miyata and Kaminashi's match and brought them to the office clapped, congratulating the two girls on their predictions. "Well done, girls. Leaving aside the truth behind the net's condition, I didn't expect you two to spot the loose area like that."

Kaminashi chuckled to herself in happiness, enjoying the applause. "What made you figure it out?" Shizuko asked.

The question put Kaminashi on the spot. "W-Well…- ""…Her movement." Miyata answered.

"#6 moved awkwardly as she skipped over that area, So I thought that might be it."

"Ah! We noticed the same thing, Miyata-chan. That's surprising." Kaminashi returned.

"…. Surprising?"

"Ah, No…. I thought people like you didn't really pay attention to detail. See, Miyata-chan, you're a bit thick-headed."

Miyata just grumbled at Kaminashi's statement. "I don't want to hear that from you!"

The Olympic level gymnast awkwardly rubbed the back of her head. "Miyata-chan, I have a question. Is the guy behind you your boyfriend?"

Miyata just gave a confused blank look.

Kiss only started to chuckle, before pulling out a business card and handing it to her, bowing slightly as he leaned forward. "Kaminashi Nozomi, correct? My name is Isozaki Fyodor, I'm a sports agent of the Regalia Agency, I'm the one that specifically does Keijo clientele, as Miyata here is a client of mine, and I was wondering if you'd want to be one as well? You have the potential for it, as an Olympic level gymnast, am I wrong?"

Fyodor gave his speech with a practiced bravado, something that made Nozomi a little shy to answer as to could lead to massive things depending on what she says.

"Well..my name is Kaminashi Nozomi, I've been told I was good enough to go for the Olympics if I really wanted to, but there's no money in that, and can I just say. Let me think about that matter, as I don't really have money to hire an agent of all people." Nozomi humbly responded.

"Well I'll give you time, but let me apologize for making you think about this whole matter, I'll take care of the paperwork involved with getting you enlisted into the Keijo circuit, how about it?" Fyodor offered, getting closer to Miyata, his right arm wrapped around her waist from behind.

"I was going to do the same for Miyata here anyway. So Miyata how's that sound, you get a rival to keep pushing you forward until you reach the utter top of the ranks. Even if she doesn't want to take my offer, you'll be together anyway with how the system works out."

"Rivals…Me and her?" Miyata pondered in annoyance, as the person everyone for the last hour has been talking about due to quite literally flipping her ass into the water. "Kiss? Are you really sur-"

Miyata stopped herself as Nozomi held her hand out to her, A cheerful smile on her face. "Let's work hard together. Miyata-chan."

Miyata went to think for a moment and then smiled, accepting that... Maybe this girl won't be that bad to work with after all. "...Well. I guess…Yeah. Let's."

Kiss walked to the office staff letting the girl talk, gesturing to Miyata to what she understood as "he'll reward her with what he promised after finishing what he's doing right now".

"So, Kadoga-san, where do I go to get paperwork involving the enlistment process?" Kiss asked with blatant honesty.

Kadoga and Shizuko stared at the agent with confusion deeply written across their faces. "Haven't you done this before?"

Kiss' aura of bravado and confidence melted away into unpracticed awkwardness. "Well, I'm an official agent, certified, recommended by one of at-least eight years of job experience and everything. But, this is my first job unsupervised and not as the analyst assistant."

The two staff would comedically fall to the floor if they could…as the rug that was their assumptions was ripped from right under them. Shizuko was able to recompose herself, and grabbed two folders out of a box.

"I was going to give Kaminashi one of these, but I'll just give you two, just to be safe."

Kiss bowed in respect as he took the folders from her hand. "Thank you very much, Shizuko-san." The Regalia Greenhorn politely thanke before walking back to his two would-be clients.

The two were in the middle of a seemingly long dialogue, mainly Nozomi asking Sayaka questions about her and Kiss, the two pausing as Kiss stood in front of them.

"Kiss. Kaminashi won't stop asking me why I call you 'Kiss', and I'm not in any…willingness to explain. Could you tell her instead?" Miyata asked her agent, the emotional tone in her voice implying a deeper bond than what it would appear to be.

Nozomi continued to seem chipper even though Miyata has been sort of difficult with her for the last few minutes. "Yeah..'Kiss' tell me why Miyata-chan calls you that?"

"Why it's a nickname, obviously. Most of the my co-workers, even my boss call me it, it doesn't bother me, but I do have a name, and the reason why I'm called it is-"Kiss stopped himself as he walked behind Miyata and Nozomi, putting himself in a crouch, making himself head level with Nozomi's hips.

Miyata looked at Kiss with a slight smile, hoping she'd get her promised reward sooner after…even if it's in this room with other people, the experience was something comparable to an addictive drug, but without the negative long term effects (in her opinon).

The speakers went off. Interrupting Kiss' "Show" "There has been a call to one of the customers. Miss Kaminashi Nozomi from Kobe and Mr. Kobayashi from Shinkou high school. Mr. Taichi is currently waiting for you at the reception desk. Please come to the main entrance urgently."

Nozomi's posture shifted, ready to sprint as soon as Kiss finished telling her, her pants sagging downward due to her waist's angle and rear's succulent curve, showing the cyan panties covering the revealed upper half of her voluptuous rear.

"Is this." Kiss quickly dipped his head into Nozomi's rear, and kissed the upper side of her left pantie cover butt cheek.

The kiss only lasted for about two seconds, but it lit a flame in Nozomi, a flame that came with a storm of other feelings. Longing, power, trust, and pride. Feelings all centered around her own body and Kiss.

But under that firey feeling was something climbing through her spine and gently sparking through her whole body... something had awoken.

She started to run out of the room needing to burn all of the sudden energy in her system, leaving Miyata looking annoyed at Kiss and Kiss himself confused. "I got that she had to go…but to leave halfway through the first moments of foreplay is very…blue balling."

"Flirty Lamprey... Well how are you going to apologize to me now? Since it seems you have a lot of groveling to do... or would sucking me off suffice?" Miyata coldly expressed with a smile that only visibly portrayed annoyance, turning her back to Kiss, yet leaning forward more then she needs to just look out of the window.

"Sayaka, don't be that way…you know very well how I do things…. Wait! Are you just squeezing my tongue?!" Kiss meekly and then confidently exclaimed.

Miyata just looked back, her posture unchanged. "I just wanted to see you squirm a little, since you've made me.. get like this, you needed to take full responsibility and handle the consequences of your actions. Without any doubts in your mind." Miyata explained, angling her hips upward to accentuate the signal for her desires.

Kiss used a potent chunk of his willpower to prevent himself from drooling in delight, licking his lips as his ability's drawback triggered. "No doubts, Gladly."

As the Keijo agent went to empower and decompress his Keijo client. Shizuko started to stare, slightly appalled at the shamelessness or ignorance of the two.

"Hey! You can't do this here!"


Few Days Later

"So this is where she lives. Kaminashi Nozomi, eldest of three, daughter of Kaminashi Kobuo, traveling entertainer." Kiss without his glasses muttered to himself, reading off of the files on his tablet, his boss "Vulture" sent him after he pitched the potential of Nozomi at the office.

Kiss stood in front of the apartment complex that to his research, should house Nozomi. He'll get a client out of her yet.

He knocked on the door. Within seconds, Nozomi herself opening the door. "Hel…Kiss! What are doing here?"

"Well I have two answers to that, Kaminashi. One, I came to see about your decision with making me your agent. We can talk about how the money involved works out after you're a player, and two. I never got to finish what happened at the stadium." Kiss explained, starting to pout near the end.

"I never got to finish enjoying such a remarkable rear. I could the feel the power in it!" Kiss expressed, in what Nozomi hoped to be mock woe.

"Why is this such a big deal to you? I get that I have a nice ass, quite a few people stare at it, though they'll never admit to it…wait we're going off topic. You can explain to me that later, but before getting to talking about me telling you if I'll let you be my agent or not. What did you do when you kissed my ass? Because I was literally bursting with energy, I was able to stand the most silent and unmoving I ever had in my life…and to top that off, I was doing push-ups and kegels for two hours straight! I'm scared and excited to know what you did."

Kiss composed himself, his posture and stance, one that radiated confidence and bravado. "Well, my passion, which transfers from me interacting with the 'central sexual points' of a female, and subconsciously triggers the lust and latent meta-potential in a person, which is basically the base carnal instincts in a person, but when I trigger it, it overlaps with a person's current mindset and worldly perception, so becoming a massive reserve of survival instinct and energy. Most will be faster, stronger, and a whole lot harder to flinch. There is a condition to you knowing this, you have to sign the document where you will not blab about it to everyone…I don't want every female sports player in the country and then some trying to corner me in a room, pull down their pants and shove my face into their asses…even if that's not that bad of an outcome. "Kiss explained, generally pondering the pros and cons of the scenario he gave.

Nozomi just leaned her head with a confused look on her face. "You're weird. But you're weird like Miyata-chan…well after hearing all of that I'm honestly not sure if I would hire you, let me th-"

"The contract has it where I can cover all transportation and registration fees involved with your Keijo career up to the first whole year of your pro career, I also have a filled out registration form for you, as a gift of good faith." Kiss interrupted Nozomi, who has a look that could only be described as..." mind blown"

"D-Deal! Your hired! Whatever else there is! Let me see the documents, I'll sign'em!" Nozomi almost outright shouted in joy at the concept of not needing to worrying about money, and not having to struggle with filling out the four-page registration form.

Kiss handed Nozomi a paper binder with the words "Kaminashi" written on the top right corner, and then crouched. "Nice doing business with you, I hope you will enjoy our partnership, and as a bonus you're now co-workers/rivals with Miyata-san on an official level."

Nozomi looked at the crouched agent. "Well thanks for all this, you've made some of the issues I had with this irrelevant…So…Have a good day, I'll give you the documents in a few minutes and the rest at the registration center." Nozomi replied, starting to close the door.

"Wait…We need to certify this agreement. And I think you probably want another sample of that 'energy' don'tcha?"

Nozomi paused, thinking for a few moments before looking towards the Agent. "Hmm…okay sure, what do ya need me to do? Because I'm getting the idea this doesn't involve signing papers."

"I need you to turn around and pull your pants down." Kiss stated flatly, unflinching in his words.

Nozomi gave the dark red haired man that had to only be in his mid to earlier twenties a flat skeptical look… and just shrugged. "Oh, what the hell. Might as well just find out how amazing this will feel."

Nozomi did as she was asked and turned around, pulling her pants to her thighs, revealing the smooth grey panties showcasing the curve and tightness of her physically refined rear sculpted through years and years of Gymnastics.

"Thank you. I've wanted to taste this juicy tush for so long…I will not have you regret this." Kiss meekly said, before immediately yet gently using his hands to lower her panties and then placing his face into the core of her rear.

Nozomi was lucky as it was late afternoon and the majority of people that showed up on this street only showed up in droves during the morning and direct night. So it was quite deserted for the time being…and she would need it as soon as Kiss planted his lips on her rim, a fire was yet again sparked in her.

The more and more he did so, the more it built, and it built until it just became a pleasant and passionate blur of energizing and narcotic warmth as Kiss slowly but surely dug his tongue inside her passage, and when he finally finished his passionate rimming (his fingers skillfully groping her rear and teasing her vaginal and clitoral nerves) , she had passed out for a few seconds, long enough for her to fall forward, causing the door to close on Kiss and leaving her exhausted on her interior door mat with her pants and panties pulled down to her thighs…her rear and front tunnels dripping wet, giving her a very pleasurable, lingering tingling and hazy sensation.

When she finally came to her senses, she felt like she just slept very nicely for weeks, but only an hour at best could have passed.

She straightened her clothes out and opened the door, seeing a business card left on the door's front.

Nozomi picked it up and read it. Regalia Sports Agency: Isozaki Fyodor: Analyst/Analist/Agent

Nozomi just wondered what kind of agreement she just made…but she had the feeling it was probably something good…. Hopefully.

To Be Continued


AN: This is a passion project for me. I personally love Keijo as a absurd satire series, and I'm having fun by uping the Jojosness of the series. The rules and powers this series comes with goes into it's AU Sister series, Asstrologers. A collab project I'm doing with my close friend Seiker( I'm sort of his writing Assistant, if you didn't know.), and if you're coming from that. Thanks for coming here to read the demon born of my passion for rear (and other rear-centric acts of intimacy.. plus Kiss is much grander of a buttlover) and epic satirical action.

Hope everyone enjoys this and leaves reviews talking about the idea and concepts done in this series.