Issei was about to push his shaft inside Murayama when he was rudely interrupted by Katase, who dashed the short distance between the table and the door and stood next to them, her face filled with fury. "What the fuck is going on here, explain!"
"Captain!" Murayama cried in panic as she tried to rise, but Issei's hold on her legs preventing her from rising properly. Thankfully for her, Katase was looking angrily at Issei, clearly prioritizing his blame over hers.
Issei felt annoyed. Normally, it wouldn't bother him much, he would have acted to salvage the situation without it escalating more, but for some reason, he didn't want to do that today. "What exactly you are expecting to hear there, Katase," Issei said in a bored tone, even as he placed his hand on Murayama's shoulder, and pushed her back, her entrance aligned with his shaft once more. "Even for you, it should be easy to understand what's going on, or should I draw some pictures," he continued, even as he pushed himself in Murayama, her moan echoing in the room. The sound of his shaft sliding inside her filled the room, accompanied by occasional gasps, while Katase stood still, shocked into silence.
For Katase, aftershock came the anger, a shift Issei easily read in her face. She let out a warcry and swung her shinai, aiming for his head, putting enough power behind the blow to crack his skull before the transformation. But, after his most recent changes, it wasn't a threat to him, he realized even as his hand rose to the path of the blade, which collided with his skin with a loud thud. A blow that, before his transformation, would cause him to crawl on the ground in pain, clutching his broken hand, but now, he barely felt the sting. Nor acting fast enough to catch the sword had been difficult. He pulled the shinai of her hand like he did to Murayama minutes ago, and threw it away. Katase was shocked into silence once more, and Issei had no intention of catering to her before he attained his own release. "Sit down and be silent, I'll come to you after I'm finished with Murayama," he ordered, his voice much harder than his usual tone, colored deep with authority.
He realized what he said after he already completed his sentence, but it was already too late to fix it. He half expected for Katase blow up in anger, trying to punch him, or throwing some of the junk lying around, head as her target. But, much to his surprise, she just followed his order, walked to a nearby desk and sat down, her back turned at them. "Curious," he murmured, even as he reached and sank his fingers into Murayama's tits, enjoying the texture of her flesh. Interested in the sudden turn of events, Issei decided to push his luck even more. "Don't look away, turn your face to me!" he ordered, even as he continued impaling Murayama repeatedly, his hands arresting the movement of her tits.
Surprisingly, Katase followed his directions once more. When she tried to open her moment to say something, Issei was ready to keep the momentum. "No, you will be silent, you will keep your eyes open, and you will watch as I fuck your vice-captain. That's your punishment for interrupting me rudely," Issei continued, half expecting it to finally push her into a blind rage.
"But," Katase mumbled, stammering. It was clear that her earlier outrage was drowned by the sudden turn of the situation, leaving a putty in her place. It made sense, Issei realized, one of her key aspects of identity, her Captaincy, was under a successful assault from two different directions. The simple, but effective way she had been disarmed, negligently like she was nothing but a petulant child, and her loyal vice-captain twisting under pleasure under Issei's insistent attention while disregarding her presence completely. And that was on top of the fact that she was watching two people having hot, passionate sex despite being fully aware of her presence, even forcing her to watch. All considered, it was a small miracle that she hadn't fainted.
Still, Issei hadn't acted to capitalize the situation yet, deciding that letting Katase boil at her own pace would be more helpful. Instead, he turned his attention back to Murayama, who was struggling to pay attention to the events that were happening in the room, far too distracted by Issei's attention invading her core without mercy. Meanwhile, Issei continued to check Katase's expression discretely through a cracked mirror on the wall, making sure that the situation hadn't devolved in a direction he didn't want.
He was satisfied to notice that as Katase watched them, her face turned a deep pink, bright enough to match her hair, her eyes glued to their rhythm, making no attempt to hide her look, unaware that she was being observed. For all the times she tried to humiliate Issei for being a pervert, it seemed like she wasn't completely void of that particular vice herself. She looked far too engrossed with what was going on to be anything else. Issei could see her arm twitching occasionally, whether she wanted to brain him or wanted to bring her to the finish line he didn't know, but he was willing to bet it was the second case.
Murayama, grabbed Issei's arm and pulled herself up, his girth still inside her. A glance on her face showed that she was being neglected by the attention he was paying Katase instead of her. Her arms wrapped around his torso, her chest pressing against his, her lips exploring his neck with a burning enthusiasm. Issei took a tight hold of her waist and stood up, the gravity pushing his shaft even deeper into her, something she enjoyed immensely if the sudden jump in her voice could be taken as a reliable sign.
Issei walked across the room, Murayama moaning louder with each step, and Katase's eyes attentively trailing their every step, her lips parted to allow her excited breathing to flow unimpeded. It was a beautiful view in Issei's opinion, which made him a bit disappointed that he hadn't tried to seduce Katase before. He had always thought Katase was a man-hater, which would have made seducing her a waste of time, requiring far too much effort even successful. But now, Issei realized the depth of his error as he assessed her. Apparently, she was very much a classic tsundere, with a fetish for domination for added benefit, evidenced by the speed she had folded after the brief display of physical superiority from Issei. He was excited to compensate for the lost opportunities.
His attention was pulled back to the beauty in his lap once more, this time the way she tightened around him, her warmth compounded as her body caught in an insistent tremor, her head thrown back. Tremors subsided soon after, and she hanged limply around him. A fact that would be very bad normally, as Issei was not even close to being satisfied. In a different situation, he would be covering Murayama's body with playful bites, hoping to revitalize her.
But luckily, he had another option, who was sitting on the desk, aroused enough that a couple of select words could push over the edge, waiting conveniently for his attention.
He carefully placed the spent figure of Murayama on a clean looking gym mat, then, turned towards Katase, whose legs were pressed together in a vain attempt to bring some release. The expression on her face was suggesting that a climax of her own was even closer than Issei had assumed.
That would not do, Issei thought as he walked towards her, his shaft swaying with each step, something Katase also noticed, her eyes tracing its movements like she was hypnotized. She said nothing until Issei was next to her, then she opened her mouth to speak, only to get silenced by a finger pressing to her lips. "It's time for your punishment," Issei whispered into her ear, happy to notice that instead of trying to lean away, she leaned forward, their bodies touching for a moment, letting Issei enjoy her trembles of arousal.
Issei sat next to her but said nothing. Then, before she could react, he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her forward hard enough to unbalance her, and she found herself lying on his knees, her belly pressing to his thighs, her bottom conveniently accessible for his hand. Without bothering to say a word, Issei's hand landed on her bottom, the sound rang in the room, mixed with Katase's surprised cry. But no words of protest left her mouth, so Issei's hand landed on her bottom once again, once again echoing the room alongside her cry, less surprised and more hearty this time.
Before he raised his hand for the third time, he grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled up, leaving her bottom almost bare, only her panties to protect her shapely cheeks, a comprehensive, ugly piece that damaged the beauty of the scene. That wasn't going to fly, Issei decided. He grabbed the edge of her panties and pulled down in one smooth motion. Katase tried to speak, but before she could even complete the first word, Issei's hand landed on her bare bottom, the sound, this time much sharper, echoed in the room.
"It hurts," Katase moaned, but she hadn't made even the slightest effort of to get away, proving the emptiness of her words, a message that was contradicted by the low moans that followed her words.
"Good," Issei said. "How else you are going to learn your lesson." He could feel her getting closer to a release. He spanked her once more, but this time, he didn't pull his hand away. Instead, he grazed his fingers over her rapidly reddening bottom, contrasting the earlier assault of pain. He could feel she was skirting the edge of the climax. The next spank and following caressing proved enough to tip the balance. She started convulsing over his lap, any control she once had over her voice long gone, filling the room with her moans.
However, Issei had no intention of giving her a break. His fingers slid down towards her nether lips, and slid inside her without a warning, and started massaging with full force. The change in Katase's voice was immediate. The earlier cries, while loud, had a lazy quality in them, like a cat enjoying the warmth of the sun after a good meal. The inclusion of the assault from his fingers changed it immensely. Her cries, panicked and surprised, filled the room with their presence in a way her lazy purrs never could.
Issei saw Murayama starting to move once more, an astonished expression on her face as she watched him teaching a long-needed lesson to her captain. Issei continued his attention on Katase's folds, and Murayama shifted into a sitting position, her legs parted apart, displaying her entrance which was currently under the assault of her fingers, enjoying the moment as much as him, her moans joining to Katase's cries.
It was clear that Issei wasn't the only one that was annoyed by Katase's domineering attitude. He raised his free hand and gestured with his finger, summoning her closer. Her excited shiver was visible as she stood up. She walked until she was standing in front of him, with Katase unaware of her presence. Issei pointed the empty space next to him, the space where Katase's head was just an inch away. Murayama looked at him, hesitant despite the excited bloom in her face, but Issei just nodded his head.
Katase was surprised when she noticed Murayama sitting next to her, with her legs at both sides of the table, her pussy almost at her lips. Katase tried to pull back, but Issei was ready for it. His hand pressed to Katase's head, causing her lips to press on Murayama's lower lips. He waited until Murayama started moaning, his other hand still busy with Katase's entrance, pushing his fingers repeatedly, extracting a string of moans off her, muffled by Murayama's presence.
He pulled his hand that was keeping her head pinned when Murayama's moans quickened, but Katase made no move of pulling back, continuing to serve Murayama. He decided Katase deserved a reward for being a good sport, and let his other hand crawl over her body until he reached the front of her shirt, breaking the border created by her buttons, and invaded her bra. He sank his fingers into her flesh, pushing her over the edge for the second time.
A smile appeared on his face as Katase's climax flowed around his fingers, his imagination running wild about the next steps…
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Issei was utterly spent as he left the school building, the beautiful garden of Kuoh academy dressed in shadows. His exhaustion did nothing to limit his happiness though, considering the reason for his exhaustion. They stayed together for several hours, cycling through the positions their imaginations able to come up, and things had become especially enjoyable after they sneaked towards the club room of the Kendo club. Enabled by the huge open space and room-sized showers, Issei was more than happy to test the limits of his recent transformation in relation to his ability in bed.
The results were better than his wildest hopes. Yes, he was a bit exhausted, but considering he spent a better part of the day fucking two beautiful women until they were happily unconscious, it was to be expected, especially since both were extremely fit physically due to daily Kendo practices. A smile appeared on his face as the memory of Katase, pressed on the wall in the shower room, water flowing over her as his cock slid inside her again and again, while Murayama was sitting below, her lips massaging his balls…
He passed through the school gates and stepped into the dark street, barely illuminated by the flickering street lights. A few days ago, Issei would be barely able to see to avoid obstacles, a case that wasn't true for tonight. To his gaze, all details were clear like the middle of the day, even the shadows too deep for the human eye to penetrate hid nothing from his gaze, yet another change borne from his unnatural transformation.
He shrugged, and continued to walk, though he was surprised to notice his exhaustion was disappearing with each step, a complete reversal of the feeling he had in the morning. "Maybe I became some kind of vampire," he murmured to himself. The facts somehow fitted, sunlight irritation, better night vision, enhanced strength… At least he wasn't craving for blood.
Distracted by his thoughts, he noticed the complete absence of people around him too late, when his attention was brought back to the present with the tingling of his sixth-sense. His attention back to the surroundings, he realized he was one side of a small road with trees on both sides, with only the street lamp at the end of the road in a working condition.
Under the street light stood a tall man wearing a trench-coat and a fedora, his fit physique apparent even with the distance between them. The man looked like European, with longish blond hair peeking under his hat. The situation was highly suspicious, but there was something even more important that alerted Issei to the danger of the situation. There was a subtle, yet distinct feeling centered around that man, a feeling that reminded his last unfortunate date, one that ended with a deadly attack.
Issei did the most logical thing he could, turned back and dashed away, his gauntlet already around his arm, enhancing his speed until he was running faster than a horse, taking sudden turns as he passed near parallel streets, hoping that his follower unable to follow his tracks.
Feeling of the wind, mixed with the sound of giant winds told him that the first part of his plan was unsuccessful, but before he could come up with anything else, his danger sense warned him once more, and he swerved to the side, a light spear similar to what Yuna stabbed him with buried on the ground.
Issei felt his anger spiking as he heard a mocking laugh coming from his attacker. He had a nasty feeling that the only reason he was still alive was that the guy didn't bother to push himself too much, enjoying the chase based on the sounds he was making. Still, Issei wasn't ready to surrender and roll the dice for his survival once more. He doubted that his luck would hold. So he continued, adding abrupt turns and twists to his running in in hopes of throwing his aim off until he arrived at a forest or similarly covered area that would negate his flight advantage.
A smile appeared on his face despite the dangerous situation when he saw a construction site nearby. It was even better than a forest. Not only it would be deserted in such hours, it would also have many pieces of steel conveniently lying around conveniently. He dashed forward, the fear of survival-enhancing his speed enough to push him towards the building before his attacker managed to nail him with a spear.
A short, wild, yet happy laugh left his mouth as he slipped inside the building, a bit of his tension draining away from him. He continued deeper inside the building despite being in dire need of a breather, not wanting to catch in an easy location. He only stopped after realizing that his attacker didn't follow him inside, taking deep breaths to stave off his exhaustion. Even with his enhancements, running a few miles at full speed proved to be exhausting.
Suddenly, his danger sense shouted once more, and he tried to throw himself on the ground. But he was only partially successful, because before he could complete his maneuver, some kind of weird, fleshy tentacle burst through the wall, hitting him on the shoulder, hard enough to throw him to the other wall. Issei tried to disregard the pain spreading through his body as a monstrous creature stepped out of the broken wall…