DISCLAIMER: The Taimanin series belongs to Black-Lilith
[From Wolfgang's viewpoint]
I want you to read my dialogues in the voice of Peter von Gomm.
And, if you haven't seen the "No Christmas This Year!" event from Action Taimanin, I ask you to go look into playthrough videos of that event because there's a lot of spoilers for this one-shot fic.
Here I am at the task force's command center, the air thick with tension and the faint smell of coffee. I light up a cigar with my trusty lighter, the flame flickering in the dim room. As I take a deep huff, the familiar burn of tobacco fills my lungs, a small comfort in these chaotic times. My eyes dart towards the fourth wall, meeting your gaze as I recount my recent winter escapades.
"Winter is coming," I begin, my voice gruff with a hint of exasperation. "It was during Christmas week, for fuck's sake. When everyone was supposed to be enjoying the most wonderful time of the year, decking their halls and singing carols, some random nudniks around the Internet decided to play Grinch and ruin the fun."
I pause, taking another drag from my cigar, the smoke curling around me like a restless spirit. "These jackasses started pulling all these conspiracy theory BS, spreading it like wildfire across social media. 'This year's Christmas will be terminated,' they said. I mean, who the fuck wants to pull that kind of stunt?! A sentence like that would've usually been eaten up by the vast waves of other comments, lost in the sea of cat videos and food pics."
My free hand clenches into a fist, knuckles whitening as I continue, "But then, things took a turn for the worse. A string of terrorist incidents began popping up across cities around Japan like some twisted game of whack-a-mole. And who was behind it? These so-called... 'Army of Singles'."
I can't help but raise my voice, the absurdity of it all hitting me again. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! An army of what now? Singles? What, did they not get enough matches on Tinder and decided to take it out on Christmas? This is the kind of shit that makes me question my faith in humanity, I swear."
I take a moment to collect myself, the ember of my cigar glowing brightly in the dimness. The weight of the situation settles on my shoulders like a heavy winter coat.
"I'm already used to the already-fucked up world where female ninjas get captured and turned into sex slaves, but this is another level of fucked up shit show," I mutter, shaking my head in disbelief. "Even Fuuma himself finds the stunt pulled by those terrorists and their Succubi accomplices way too ridiculous. And let me tell you, when a guy like Fuuma thinks something's too crazy, you know you've hit rock bottom."
I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking under my weight. "Two weeks earlier, me and the boys stumbled into this mess. And by boys, I mean Ambrose, TJ, and Adonis. Picture this: four guys out for a pre-Christmas pub crawl, and suddenly we're knee-deep in terrorist mayhem. It was like a bad action movie, except the explosions were real and the stakes were higher than Santa's sleigh on Christmas Eve."
A wry smile crosses my face as I recall the chaos. "You know how it ended? No, we didn't kill any of them. These guys weren't worth the time to reason with, so we just had to beat them to within an inch of their lives before they could hurt someone. It was like a violent game of whack-a-mole, except the moles were idiots with a grudge against holiday cheer."
I chuckle, a mix of amusement and disbelief in my voice. "Hell, even Donnie went overboard. You should've seen it. The kid sprouted his black angel wings - yeah, you heard that right, wings - and took one unfortunate goon for a ride. Positioned him into a rocket piledriver that left the poor sap's head stuck in the asphalt like a dart in a dartboard."
I take another long drag from my cigar, the smoke billowing around me. "You know, sometimes I wonder if I'm getting too old for this shit. But then I remember, someone's gotta keep these nutjobs in check."
By the time we ran into Fuuma's squad, me and my crew decided to tag along. The streets were already chaotic, with snowflakes swirling in the chilly air, adding an eerie atmosphere to the unfolding drama. I had a feeling that this would turn into a clown show of rambunctious proportions, and boy, was I right.
Fuuma's guys continued to clean house, their efficient movements a stark contrast to the panicked thugs they were pursuing. We chased down their ringleader, our footsteps crunching in the fresh snow. The chase led us through narrow alleys and past festively decorated storefronts, the cheerful holiday displays a surreal backdrop to our pursuit.
Suddenly, we stumbled upon a gang of succubi backing up the thugs. The air crackled with tension as we faced off against this unexpected reinforcement. Their alluring forms were at odds with the fierce determination in their eyes. Okay, let's watch that scene unfold.
Ambrose stepped forward, his noble bearing evident even in this tense moment. His voice rang out, filled with disappointment and anger. "What is this?! Have you no shame for your actions? To desecrate one of the happiest of holidays for just a trivial matter is unforgivable!"
A succubus with flowing crimson hair and sharp violet eyes started to retort, "This is none of your-" But her words died in her throat as she truly registered Ambrose's presence. Her eyes widened in recognition and fear, her voice trembling as she stuttered, "A-A-Ambrose-sama?!"
The other succubi shifted nervously, clearly aware of the power imbalance. Ambrose's eyes narrowed, his disappointment palpable. "How pitiful... To think you strayed yourselves from who you were meant to be. Perhaps I will personally re-educate you to realize the errors of your ways." He turned to us, his voice hardening. "Wolffy, Adonis, TJ, if you please."
Adonis stepped forward, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Perfect. My blood is already boiling from all this farce." As he spoke, Incubus horns sprouted out on both sides of his head, gleaming in the winter moonlight. Two magnificent black angel wings unfurled from his back, casting an imposing shadow.
TJ grinned, the prosthetic fingers of his right hand flexing as he cracked his knuckles. The metallic sound echoed ominously in the quiet street. "I'm down. Let's yeet these simps," he said, his casual words belying the strength coiled in his muscular frame.
I felt my own blood singing with anticipation. My fangs elongated slightly, and I could feel the wolf within me stirring. "It's ass kicking time!" I declared, my voice a low growl.
We all knew how it ended for them, the succubi who had been helping these thugs were at Ambrose's mercy. His effeminate looks are not to be taken lightly, I've been training with him for so many years, and his ability to charm people is far superior to the low-ranking ones we're facing right now. As I watched, Ambrose's eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, his voice taking on a hypnotic quality that even I found hard to resist.
The succubi, once fierce and defiant, now stood transfixed, their eyes glazed over as Ambrose's power washed over them. It was both impressive and a little terrifying to watch.
Donnie been a top attraction in Mexico ever since he made quite a name for himself as a wrestler. Having recently signed to Action Wrestling Japan, he's got both the moves and the mic skills to make it big. As I watched him flex his wings, a proud smile tugged at my lips. The kid's come a long way. He's basically the closest you can get to Sammy Guevara in a Taimanin setting, while I'm the Cody Rhodes.
With the succubi distraction out of the way, we could finally make our way to the ringleader. And the name... well, let's just say it was hard to keep a straight face when we heard it.
"General Virgin," one of the thugs blurted out, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and embarrassment.
Ambrose, TJ, and I barely contained our laughter. I mean, come on. General Virgin? It sounded like a bad guys from a D-list superhero movie.
Adonis, ever the straight man in our little comedy troupe, made a deadpan remark that nearly sent us all into hysterics. His face scrunched up in confusion, eyebrows furrowed, he asked with all seriousness, "Who the fuck is a General Virgin?!"
TJ lost it at that point, doubling over with laughter. "Oh man," he wheezed, wiping tears from his eyes, "I don't know, uce, but I bet he's not getting any action tonight!"
I tried to keep my composure, but I could feel the laughter bubbling up inside me. "Alright, alright," I managed to say, my voice strained with the effort of not laughing, "let's focus, people. We've got a... General to catch."
As we cornered the leader and remaining members of his gang, the tension in the air was palpable. The snow crunched beneath our feet, and our breath formed small clouds in the frigid air. General Virgin, a name that still made me want to roll my eyes, stood defiant, his face contorted with a mixture of anger and desperation.
Fuuma stood there, flanked by two female Taimanins, their presence seeming to agitate the General even more. His eyes darted between them, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"You, bastard!" General Virgin suddenly burst out, his voice cracking with emotion. "Surrounded by pretty girls...! You sick, sick Taimanins!"
Before Fuuma could respond, TJ stepped forward, his massive frame casting a shadow over the General. His voice was gruff, tinged with annoyance. "Cut the crap, uce. Some people want a good time and you clowns want to ruin it for everyone?!"
The General's face twisted, his eyes wild with a frantic energy. "You can never understand how I feel now!" he shouted, spittle flying from his mouth. "Not hated by women, not disgusted by just standing next to them, not ignored when talking to them!" His voice rose to a fever pitch. "You have no idea how lucky you are, how happy you are!"
Fuuma raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. "Say what?" he muttered, clearly struggling to follow the General's logic.
The floodgates seemed to open then, and the General's words poured out in a torrent of self-pity and resentment. "Every woman I like hates me! For 38 years, I've been dispelled by women! What's worse is that I didn't say I liked them! They just hated me, they hated me saying I smelled awful, I looked ugly, and body-shamed me!" His eyes narrowed as he glared at Fuuma. "But, you! Oh, you! Girls protect you and talk to you first, they do not hate you when you are around them, you are handsome and in good shape!? You must have a good personality!"
I'd had enough. Stepping forward, I cut through his tirade, my voice gruff and unyielding. "Spare me the sob story, mate. 38 years?! Dude, age is just a number. That's not gonna change anything even if you get old! Being a cranky-ass Grinch is not being what a real man is." I paused, letting my words sink in. "I've been celibate for almost a hundred years, and you don't see me whine, bitch, and moan about it!"
Turning to Fuuma, I locked eyes with the task force captain. "Mate, you need to end this shit show like right now. There's no point reasoning with this motherfucker and it'll spiral out of control if you guys don't act now."
As if on cue, a rumbling sound filled the air. We all turned to see the Army of Singles' last desperate move - a giant wooden automaton, shaped like a grotesque parody of a Christmas tree, lumbering towards us. Its branches creaked ominously, ornaments hanging from them like bizarre, oversized fruit.
Fuuma's eyes widened in recognition. "Not another one of these," he muttered, his hand already reaching for his weapon.
But before any of us could react, Adonis stepped forward. His eyes gleamed with determination, and in a flash, his magnificent black wings unfurled. Without a word, he launched himself into the air, his powerful wings carrying him swiftly towards the automaton.
We watched in awe as Adonis, looking like some kind of avenging angel, grabbed the giant wooden construct. His muscles strained as he lifted the automaton, its feet leaving the ground. For a moment, it looked almost comical - a Christmas tree hanging in the air, ornaments swinging wildly.
Then, with a primal yell, Adonis twisted in the air. The automaton followed, and we all held our breath as Adonis executed a perfect aerial suplex. The wooden construct hit the ground with a thunderous crash, splintering into a thousand pieces. Ornaments bounced and rolled across the snow-covered ground, a surreal sight that seemed to sum up the absurdity of the entire situation.
As the dust settled, Adonis landed gracefully, his wings folding back. He turned to face the General and his remaining followers, a slight smirk on his face.
The fight seemed to go out of General Virgin and his followers. Their shoulders slumped, and one by one, they raised their hands in surrender. The General himself looked shell-shocked, his eyes fixed on the destroyed automaton.
I turned to face the imaginary audience, breaking the fourth wall as I often do in these wild situations. With a wry grin, I said, "If you thought the Train Suplex from Final Fantasy VI was crazy, then what Adonis just pulled off looks like to be the spiritual successor of that meme!"
The wannabe terrorists started begging for mercy as Donnie shoved his boot at one of their faces, his eyes blazing with righteous anger. "You jabronis are getting what's coming to you!" he growled, his voice carrying the power of his Incubus heritage. "Try to pull another stunt like that or I'll send your asses packing to Suplex City!"
The reference to the famous wrestler and MMA fighter known for his suplexes wasn't lost on me. I couldn't help but grin, pride swelling in my chest at how far Donnie had come. He was no longer just my apprentice; he was becoming a force to be reckoned with in his own right.
As the Fuuma task force rounded up the last of the terrorists, I surveyed the scene. The once-peaceful winter landscape was now littered with the remnants of our battle - splintered wood from the automaton, scattered ornaments, and the dejected forms of our opponents. It was a stark reminder of how quickly things could change, even during the holiday season.
TJ clapped me on the back, his prosthetic hand surprisingly warm against my shoulder. "Well, that's one way to work up an appetite for Christmas dinner, eh?"
I chuckled, shaking my head. "You got that right, mate. Speaking of which, we've got places to be, don't we?"
Well, you already got the picture of what happened afterward. Remember what I told you of the spoiler alert at the start? Didn't say I warned you.
What did I do after that wild goose chase? Well, I went to back-to-back Christmas dinners. On Christmas Eve, Shikanosuke's family invited me and his cousin Rin. I thought Fuuma was going to invite a lot of people in Gosha for their own Christmas party, but Christ Almighty, his place was packed with guys from the task force and allies from the demon realm. I was supposed to bring my A-Team crew, but I decided to save that for Christmas Day itself.
As we approached Shikanosuke's house, the warm glow of lights and the scent of roasting meat filled the air. Rin walked beside me, her usual stern expression softened by the holiday spirit. I could feel the tension from our earlier battle melting away with each step.
Shikanosuke's mum, being Rin's aunt, welcomed us at the door. Her smile was warm and genuine as she ushered us inside. "Wolfgang, Rin! Come in, come in. It's freezing out there!"
I stepped into the cozy home, feeling a bit out of place as always. Being a demon, much less an ascended one, in a human household still felt strange sometimes. But Shikanosuke's mum seemed perfectly at ease, probably because Fuuma had been bringing guests from the other side for a while now. Heck, she even welcomed that chimera who had my old man's DNA.
The living room was decked out in festive decorations, a beautifully adorned Christmas tree standing proudly in the corner. The fireplace crackled merrily, casting a warm glow over the room. The smell of traditional Japanese dishes mingled with more Western fare, creating an interesting fusion that made my mouth water.
Shikanosuke greeted us with a grin, looking relaxed in a casual sweater. "Hey, guys! Glad you could make it. Mom's been cooking up a storm all day."
As we settled in, my mind wandered to my other companions. I couldn't help but wonder what Donnie was up to. Last I heard, he had headed to Yomihara, probably looking for some action. That kid never could sit still, especially during the holidays.
Speaking of Yomihara, I remembered hearing about Shizuru's bar. It was supposedly a front for her undercover missions. I wonder what she's up to...
[From Adonis's viewpoint]
Read my dialogues in the voice of Junya Enoki.
Here I am in Yomihara, the neon lights of the city reflecting off the fresh snow as I make my way through the streets. My muscles are still warm from the earlier scuffle with some local thugs who thought they could push around the wrong person. I chuckle to myself, remembering the look on their faces when they realized who they were dealing with.
I spot the meat shop, its windows fogged up from the warmth inside. As I push open the door, the bell jingles, and the smell of fresh meat hits my nose. The shopkeeper, an older man with a weathered face, looks up from his counter.
"What can I get for you, young man?" he asks, eyeing my muscular frame with a mix of curiosity and caution.
"Sea otter meat, please," I reply, trying to keep my voice casual. The shopkeeper raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment as he wraps up the meat.
As I exit the shop, package in hand, I can't help but address an unseen presence, a habit I've picked up from Master Wolffy. "You know," I say, my voice taking on a conspiratorial tone, "this reminds me of something. Ever heard that episode from Golden Kamuy when some schmucks cooked sea otter stew, and they suddenly hallucinate and started to go bromancing on each other?"
I laugh, shaking my head at the memory. "Hell, this even happened to Uncle Ambrose, Master Wolffy, and Master TJ when the Samoan heavyweight cooked one of those! Well, Uncle Ambrose is already effeminate as a queer, but seeing him in heat with two burly heavyweights would be seriously fucked up shit. It was thanks to Liscia and Alv freaking out that Master Wolffy immediately snapped out of it, and found out that sea otter meat makes a very potent aphrodisiac!"
The streets of Yomihara are alive with the buzz of nightlife as I make my way towards the local bar where Shizuru-san asked me to meet her. The neon signs cast an eerie glow on this underground city, and I can hear the muffled sounds of music and laughter from various establishments.
As I approach the bar, a sense of unease settles in my stomach. "I began asking myself," I mutter, "why is Shizuru-san asking me to buy sea otter meat...? Something tells me this is giving me the heebie jeebies, considering how she seduces men in her missions as a Taimanin."
Once inside, the bar was eerily quiet. No customers in sight, which wasn't surprising given it was Christmas Eve. The place had a dual nature - on the surface, a typical watering hole where humans and demons alike came to drink, brawl, and blow off steam. But beneath that facade, it served as Shizuru-san's base for her undercover work, a place where information flowed as freely as the liquor.
I'd been working here as a bouncer since coming back to Japan and signing on with AWJ. Shizuru-san had been more than happy to have me on board. It was a fitting gig, considering Yomihara's reputation as one of the nastiest hellholes around, right up there with Tokyo Kingdom and Senzaki. This underground city was a lawless pit where crime wasn't just common - it was the lifeblood of the place.
As I stood there, memories of recent events flooded my mind. Just a couple of weeks back, a group of neo-Nazi lunatics had seized control of Under Eden, a brothel previously run by the Yazaki brothers, Muneichi and Toshiji - though most people knew the latter as 'Real'. The takeover had been brutal. Muneichi was taken out by a suicide bomber, while Real had barely escaped with his life.
I shuddered, remembering what happened next. Felicia, Master Wolffy's half-sister and Edwin Black's daughter, had found Real and dragged him to my mentor. What followed was a scene that still made my stomach churn - they'd forced Real to pleasure himself in front of Master Wolffy, before Felicia... Christ, she'd cut off his dick. It was like something out of that fucked-up show, The Boys, where Homelander made his handler jerk off before frying him with his laser vision.
The fate of Under Eden after that was even worse. The Nichts Syndicate had turned it into their own personal Auschwitz. A place to round up and slaughter demons and any humans who dared to coexist with them. The swastika painted on the building, a sick symbol of hate transforming what was once a house of sin into a death camp. They called it their 'Final Solution to the demonic problem'.
As I stood there in the empty bar, the weight of all this settled on my shoulders. Yomihara had always been rough, but things were getting worse by the day. The silence of the bar seemed to amplify the gravity of our situation.
I walked behind the counter, running my hand along the smooth wood. How many secrets had been whispered over this bar? How many deals made, lives changed, fates sealed? And now, with the Nichts Syndicate gaining power, how many more would suffer?
The package of sea otter meat felt heavy in my hand. I still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling about why Shizuru-san had asked me to bring it. Given its... effects, I couldn't help but wonder what she was planning. Was it for a mission? Or something else entirely?
I haven't forgotten that one-night stand with her five years ago. It was six months after Arturo's tragic death, I took a long hiatus to recover from the trauma after that Mexican Deathmatch. The memory of that night still haunts me - Arturo falling from the ladder, his neck hitting the mat with a sickening thud. The crowd's cheers turning to stunned silence as we all realized the severity of what had just happened. The paramedics rushing in, their frantic efforts futile. Arturo was gone upon arriving at the hospital.
The idea of finding solace in sex to alleviate my trauma was probably not the best, but Shizuru-san understood my situation at the time. She didn't judge, didn't pity - she just offered comfort in a way that made sense to both of us. Even Taimanins like herself have gone through the trauma of being used as objects for pleasure. There was a mutual understanding between us, a shared pain that words couldn't quite capture.
And I understand why Master Wolffy stuck his nose in the Taimanins' business. The guy survived the Holocaust, for Christ's sake. That kind of trauma doesn't just fade away - it shapes you, molds you into something different. He's been through prejudice from humans even after WWII, faced hatred and fear simply for existing as a demon. It's no wonder he's made it his mission to ensure no one has to go through the physical and emotional pain he experienced. In a way, I guess we're all trying to heal each other's wounds.
Once I'm inside the bar, I head straight to the kitchen. The place is eerily quiet, the usual hustle and bustle of patrons replaced by an almost oppressive silence. I find Shizuru-san's instructions for the sea otter stew and get to work, the familiar motions of cooking providing a welcome distraction from my tumultuous thoughts.
As I'm stirring the pot, lost in the rhythm of the task, I feel a presence behind me. Shizuru-san's approach is silent, but I can sense her - a skill honed from years of training. Her blonde hair seems to dance in the air as she moves, catching the dim kitchen light. I feel her magnificent breasts press tightly against my back as she leans in, her breath warm on my ear as she murmurs,
"Mmm... It smells delicious "
Her voice sends a shiver down my spine, awakening memories I've tried to keep buried. I clear my throat, trying to keep my voice steady as I ask, "As much as I'm not in a position to object or anything... Why did you ask for sea otter stew? You know that sea otter meat has a much more potent aphrodisiac."
Shizuru-san's laugh is low and melodious. "It's just a dinner for the two of us only. It's Christmas Eve, you know. No rest for the wicked, even in the Holidays."
I nod, understanding the implication. The fact that she spends most of her time at the bar between intel gathering and surveillance makes it plausible that someone has to keep this wretched hive in check. She might miss any possible Christmas or year-end parties in Gosha. In a way, we're both outcasts tonight, finding solace in each other's company.
Once dinner is ready, we sit down to eat the stew. The flavors are rich and complex, but I can't fully appreciate them. My mind is racing, anticipation and anxiety warring within me. Minutes pass, and I begin to feel a warmth spreading through my body. The meat's aphrodisiac is kicking in, its effects unmistakable.
As I look across the table at Shizuru-san, I can see the same heat in her eyes. Memories of our one-night stand from five years ago flood my mind - the desperate need for connection, the temporary escape from grief and pain. Her touch, gentle yet insistent. The way she knew exactly what I needed without me having to say a word.
The air between us grows thick with tension. I can feel my heart racing, my palms growing sweaty. Shizuru-san leans forward, her lips parting slightly as she whispers, "Adonis... do you remember that night?"
I swallow hard, nodding. "How could I forget?" My voice sounds hoarse, even to my own ears.
She reaches across the table, her fingers brushing against mine. The simple touch sends sparks through my body. "We've both been through so much since then," she says softly. "Maybe... maybe we could find comfort in each other again?"
That said, I felt my shaft immediately becoming hard and stiff as Shizuru's hands raced across my crotch. The sensation was electric, sending shivers up my spine. The fact that I had my first time with her, meaning she was also my first kiss, made this moment even more intense. Memories of that night five years ago flooded my mind, a mix of passion and vulnerability that I hadn't experienced since.
Shizuru's touch was confident, her fingers tracing the outline of my growing erection through my pants. Her eyes, a deep emerald, locked onto mine with a hunger that made my breath catch in my throat. I couldn't help but think about how experienced she was, how many others she had seduced in her line of work.
It's incredible she also managed to have a threesome with Master Wolffy and that Volt Taimanin who also happened to be his girlfriend. If I remember correctly, her name is Rin Uehara. It's even funnier that they even have identical hair color, and similar personalities.
Knowing that Shizuru-san wanted all of this, she led me into the very basement of the bar. The stairs creaked under our feet as we descended, the air growing cooler and damper. The basement was dimly lit, with three doors leading off a narrow hallway. Each door, I knew, held different purposes for Shizuru's work - interrogation, information storage, and...
She led me to the bedroom, well ventilated and air-conditioned. As she opened the door, a rush of cool air hit us, a stark contrast to the heat building between our bodies. The room was surprisingly cozy, with soft lighting and a large, inviting bed dominating the space. The walls were soundproofed, I noticed, ensuring our privacy.
Shizuru-san pushed me onto the wide bed, her movements graceful yet purposeful. She began to strip off her clothes, revealing her stunning figure piece by piece. Her skin was flawless, pale and smooth in the dim light of the basement room. As her bra fell away, I couldn't help but stare at her breasts - they were large and perfectly shaped, bouncing hypnotically as she moved.
With practiced ease, she removed my pants and sleeveless leather jacket, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. Her touch was electric, sending shivers through my body. Her right hand found my shaft, stroking it gently but firmly, while her left hand cradled my head, guiding it to her chest. The softness of her breasts against my face was intoxicating.
"Tell me, Adonis? Have you found a special someone right now? " Shizuru-san's voice was teasing, but I detected a hint of genuine curiosity beneath it.
I swallowed hard before answering, my voice slightly muffled against her skin. "Not yet. Besides, I'm still a busybody and been traveling around the world given my career. I haven't found the right time when it comes to sex."
Her hand continued its ministrations as she chuckled softly. "I'm impressed you're a consummate professional. So passionate of your craft."
I couldn't help but think about my situation. I'm a very busy guy, having to travel around the world and perform for so many, and yet I haven't found the right time for a relationship. It's not unlike Master Wolffy, who used to be celibate for an entire century until he settled down with that Lightning Art Taimanin. The comparison made me wonder about my own future.
And here I am now, realizing that the first time I had a one-night stand was with a Taimanin, and for the second time, it's the same one. The irony wasn't lost on me.
"Tee-hee... Consider this night my Christmas gift. " Shizuru-san teased, her emerald eyes twinkling with mischief and desire.
Her words sent a jolt of excitement through me. I reached up, my hands finding her waist, marveling at the softness of her skin. The sea otter meat's effects were in full force now, heightening every sensation. Shizuru-san's touch felt like fire on my skin, igniting a passion I hadn't felt in years.
As Shizuru-san's mouth released my manhood, I felt a surge of energy coursing through my body. Her seduction skills were truly unparalleled, making even the most experienced succubi seem amateur in comparison. The way she moved, the look in her eyes, it all spoke of a mastery that left me breathless.
She pressed my head against her voluptuous breasts once more, and I found myself marveling at their softness. Without hesitation, I captured one of her perked nipples in my mouth, suckling gently. The action felt instinctive, almost primal. To my surprise, Shizuru-san mirrored my actions, bringing her other breast to her own mouth and sucking her nipple.
As we engaged in this intimate act, a flood of memories from five years ago washed over me. It was as if a dormant part of me had suddenly awakened. I could feel my heritage, my royal incubus blood, stirring within me. The son of King Kamadeva, a legacy I had yet to fully embrace or understand.
Suddenly, I felt a familiar sensation on the sides of my head. My horns, dormant for so long, began to sprout, pointing forward in a regal display. But it wasn't just the horns - I could feel something unfurling from my back. Unlike the bat-like wings common to succubi and incubi, mine were different. Feathered and majestic, they spread out behind me, giving me the appearance of a dark angel.
I pulled away from Shizuru-san's breasts, my breath coming in short gasps. She looked at me with a mix of surprise and admiration, her eyes roving over my transformed appearance. Without a word, she gently pushed me back onto the bed.
As she positioned herself above me, ready to take me inside her, I couldn't help but marvel at the situation. Here I was, my incubus nature fully manifested for the first time in years, about to make love to a skilled Taimanin. The irony wasn't lost on me - my first sexual experience had been with Shizuru-san, and now, years later, she was the one to awaken this side of me again.
Shizuru-san lowered herself onto me, and as she did, my newly sprouted wings twitched in response. The sensation was incredible, heightened by my transformation. As she began to move, riding me with practiced skill, I found myself overwhelmed by the dual sensations - the physical pleasure and the newfound awareness of my true nature.
She pulled me up in a seated position, we both locked lips. And soon I allowed my black wings to encase us as we make love.
[From Wolfgang's viewpoint]
The scene shifted back to the beginning of this chapter as soon as Donnie closed his wings, enveloping himself and Shizuru in their intimate moment during that Christmas Eve.
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, thinking about that sea otter stew. Who would've thought Donnie would cook something like that? It brought back memories of the time TJ whipped up a similar dish. Man, that was a wild night. We nearly ended up in a rather... interesting situation with Ambrose. Thank goodness his sisters showed up when they did, or things might have gotten a bit too bromantic for comfort. And just like Donnie mentioned earlier, it was like something straight out from an episode of Golden Kamuy.
The Christmas celebrations were a blast, full of joy and warmth. But the days leading up to New Year's? Now that was a rollercoaster of fun and touching moments.
First is when Shizuru brought Donnie to grandma Inageya. I already knew that the legendary Taimanin herself was a master of bedroom arts. Normally, this is technically a Taimanin sex education only for Taimanins. But strangely enough, Shizuru had to drag Adonis in because he still hasn't fully mastered his Incubus powers. Being a sex fiend means draining the vitality of their targets through sex, after all. Natsu Inage, the semi-retired Taimanin who runs the Inageya shop in the heart of Gosha village, is an expert in bedroom arts. I never thought she'd have an interest in Donnie.
...and then THIS happened.
[From Adonis' viewpoint]
Two days before the New Year, I opened my eyes and somehow woke up in a traditional Japanese bed. As I touched my forehead with my palm, I felt like something was a bit off, other than the pounding hangover.
My vision was blurry, and as I looked under the blanket, I started to ask myself why I was naked. The room smelled of incense and sake, and I could hear the faint sound of wind chimes outside.
My eyes widened in shock as I realized I had ended up sleeping with someone right next to me, but they were somehow covered under the blanket. My heart started racing, and I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead.
I had a sinking feeling this wasn't going to end well. With trembling hands, I slowly unraveled the blanket, revealing an old, wrinkly woman. Her silver hair was spread across the pillow, and her face was etched with deep lines.
"Shit... What the fuck did I just see?!" I muttered, my voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.
In disbelief, I closed the blanket again, hoping it was just a hallucination. But when I unraveled it once more, there she was – the same old lady!
My eyes widened further with a horrified gaze, and my mouth fell open in shock. Before I could stop myself, I let out a scream that seemed to echo beyond the confines of the room, possibly even beyond Earth itself!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Later at Miss Rin's mansion, I burst through the front door, ignoring the concerned looks from the others. I made a beeline for the bathroom, my stomach churning violently. As soon as I reached the toilet, I fell to my knees and threw up, my body shaking with each heave.
Master Wolffy, Miss Rin, Uncle Ambrose, and Shizuru-san were outside, and my mentor first knocked on the door and asked me what happened.
"Hey, man. What happened?" Master Wolffy's voice was laced with concern.
As I managed to clear up my throat after puking, I replied, my voice still shaky, "You... did not... tell me... *cough* that she reverted back to her old *cough* *cough* wrinkly self!" I was referring to the old lady that gave me the scare. My stomach churned at the memory.
The old lady in question is the shopkeeper of Inageya, a store found in the heart of Gosha village: Natsu Inage. I shuddered, remembering how I woke up next to her aged form.
It was then that I found out that Inage can use the long pipe to exhale smoke, and that smoke can rejuvenate her back to her youthful self. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. There was one incident during Christmas Day that she purposely regressed to a child and had a one-night stand with some random schmucks, including a black Santa Claus! That old lady knows how to get around on anything that moves!
I couldn't help but draw parallels to a certain anime. Considering how I ended up waking up in the shopkeeper's bed, this feels ripped straight out of a Gintama chapter (or anime episode) when Gintoki woke up unknowingly sleeping with his landkeeper! The irony wasn't lost on me, and I let out a bitter laugh.
Now that I managed to remember everything that happened that night, the memories came flooding back. Shizuru-san had invited me to Inageya, where she introduced me to Natsu. At the time, Natsu had assumed a very attractive form, as with most Taimanins with their overly-sexualized appearances, thanks to that long smoking pipe she was carrying.
The night had been a blur of foreplay and a threesome with the two ladies. Not to mention, we were both flat-out drunk. No wonder I couldn't remember anything when I woke up. The realization made me groan in embarrassment.
After flushing the toilet, I immediately exited the bathroom, my face burning with shame.
"Are you alright, Adonis? What did you do last night, hijo?" Uncle Ambrose asked, his voice filled with paternal concern.
I replied, my face completely red as a fucking tomato, "Trust me, uncle. You'd be better off not knowing anything!" I couldn't bear to meet their eyes, so I quickly made my way out of the mansion, leaving behind a trail of confused faces.
[From Wolfgang's viewpoint]
"Adonis, wait!" Ambrose called out, starting to follow Donnie. I quickly reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.
"Just leave him alone for a while," I said, my voice low and understanding. "It's going to take some time for him to forget an embarrassing moment like that." I gave Ambrose's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Look, mate. Donnie's still at the peak of his prime. He'll find answers on his own, even if it means running into farcical situations."
I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the situation. Normally, I'm the voice of reason, used to facing complicated situations that could lead to disastrous consequences, and yet I manage to keep my cool. But there are times when even I would overreact to nonsensical moments. Adonis, though, takes it to another level. Befitting a wrestler who never breaks character, he likes to be theatrical and standoffish, and his tendency to overreact is far more cartoonish than mine.
The Gintama reference he mentioned earlier suddenly clicked in my mind. Is it just me, or is Donnie channeling his inner Shinpachi right now?
As we stood there, watching Adonis's retreating figure, Shizuru leaned in close to Rin, her voice barely above a whisper. "Actually, I brought him to Miss Natsu where we had a threesome that night. After that, I decided to leave him there with Miss Natsu once she returned to normal."
I couldn't help but overhear, and my eyes instinctively darted to the fourth wall. In a hushed tone, I muttered to an unseen presence, "Yeah. That part where Gintoki woke up and realized he slept with Otose. The reference is all too obvious there." Quickly composing myself, I turned back to the others. "Well, that's genius. At least it's a bit harmless compared to Felicia's pranks."
Rin's brow furrowed slightly as she sought clarification. "So, Natsu purposely reverted back to give Adonis a scare?"
Shizuru nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. "...just to get his reaction."
I shook my head, recalling Natsu's penchant for teasing. I've seen how she likes to mess with people when she reverts back to her prime, even more so than Shizuru. But I never thought an after-sex prank would get poor Donnie to overreact quite like this.
Ambrose let out a long sigh, running a hand through his pompadour. "And speaking of overreactions, ever since Wolffy and I became Adonis's foster parents, we've been through all sorts of misadventures. But that's for another story."
I nodded in agreement, memories of our various escapades flashing through my mind. Raising Donnie hadn't just been about facing hell; it had been a rollercoaster of shenanigans, each more outrageous than the last. From accidental transformations, streaking naked, to mistaken identities, and even a few close calls with otherworldly beings, our life with Adonis had never been dull.
With Adonis having already left, I found myself struggling to maintain my composure. The sheer absurdity of the situation - a wild goose chase triggered by Adonis waking up next to an elderly woman - was almost too much to bear. While the poor kid was throwing up in the bathroom, I had barely managed to keep a straight face, my lips twitching with the effort to suppress my laughter.
As soon as Adonis bolted out of the mansion, I couldn't hold it in any longer. The dam broke, and I erupted into uncontrollable laughter. My body shook with each guffaw, and I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from doubling over.
"Oh man," I gasped between fits of laughter, wiping tears from my eyes. "This is too much. Shizuru, you really outdid yourself this time."
Shizuru, looking quite pleased with herself, gave a mischievous wink. "Well, I thought the boy could use a little... wake-up call."
Ambrose, still looking somewhat concerned, couldn't help but chuckle as well. "I must admit, it is rather amusing when you put it that way. Though I hope this doesn't scar the poor lad for life."
Rin, who had been quiet up until now, finally spoke up. "I can't believe Miss Natsu went along with this. She really hasn't changed, has she?"
I shook my head, still grinning widely. "Nope, not one bit. That old lady's got more tricks up her sleeve than a magician at a kids' party."
As our laughter began to subside, I couldn't help but reflect on the ridiculousness of it all.
[From Wolfgang's viewpoint - New Year's shrine visit]
The crisp winter air nips at my face as Rin and I make our way up the stone steps of the Shinto shrine near Gosha. It's Hatsumode, the first shrine visit of the New Year, a tradition I've come to appreciate since settling back in Japan. The past year has been a whirlwind of readjustment, from somber funerals to joyous festivals, each experience weaving me deeper into the tapestry of Japanese culture.
As we reach the top, the scent of incense mingles with the earthy aroma of the surrounding pines. I can't help but smile at the sight of families and couples, all bundled up against the cold, their breath visible in the crisp air. It's a scene of hope and new beginnings, something I've learned to cherish.
I approach the stand where wooden plaques, known as ema, are neatly arranged. Taking one in my hand, I feel the smooth grain of the wood beneath my fingers. With careful strokes, I begin to write my wish in hiragana, my calligraphy still a work in progress but improving. My Western name stands out in katakana at the bottom, a reminder of my unique place in this world.
"May I be blessed with a loving family and children," I write, the words feeling both foreign and deeply personal on the plaque. As I hang it among the others, I catch Rin's eye. She gives me a soft smile, and I wonder if she can guess what I've wished for.
Strolling through the shrine grounds, my mind wanders to Ragnarok, the Ice Demon that I had a rivalry with. Her story of love, family, and sacrifice resonates with me more than ever. I recall our fierce battles, the clash of my fists against her cherished sword, Laevaetinn. Even now, the data of that formidable weapon rests in my smartwatch, a testament to our shared history.
I find myself pondering Ragnarok's choices - her love for a Taimanin, the birth of their daughter Freya (or Kirara, as she's known here), and the heart-wrenching decision to return to the demon realm. The weight of her responsibilities as ruler of the Frost Phantoms must have been crushing, forcing her to leave behind the family she cherished.
As Rin and I continue our walk, our hands brushing against each other, I realize that while my path might share similarities with Ragnarok's, I'm determined to write a different ending. I've faced my demons, both literal and figurative, and come out stronger. The life I'm building here, with Rin, with my friends and chosen family, it's precious to me.
My eyes darted to an unseen presence beyond the fourth wall, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper: "You know, it's pretty wild when you think about it. I've got this whole Max Verstappen and Cody Rhodes thing going on with my looks. Max, that lucky bastard, is already a four-time world champion and has another kid on the way with Kelly Piquet. Seriously, when's he gonna pop the question? And don't even get me started on Cody Rhodes. I mean, I've basically got his theme song 'Kingdom' as my image song. It's like I'm the Taimanin universe's version of him or something. Oh, and let's not forget the whole Deadpool-esque fourth wall breaking. Put it all together, and voila! You've got yours truly."
I chuckled to myself, lost in thought about the strange amalgamation of traits that made up my character. It was then that I felt a gentle tug on my sleeve, pulling me back to reality.
Rin's voice cut through my musings, a mix of amusement and exasperation in her tone. "Hey, are you spacing out again?"
I blinked, focusing on her face. Her eyebrows were raised, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Arbitrarily," I replied with a grin. "Hey, it's not like I'm daydreaming or anything. I'm actively self-aware even if I'm spacing out."
Rin let out a long-suffering sigh, but the fondness in her eyes betrayed her true feelings. "*sigh*... Never change."
I couldn't help but laugh, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Would you want me any other way?"
Despite my momentary lapse into fourth-wall-breaking territory, we continued our journey around the shrine. The next three days were a whirlwind of traditional activities, each one steeped in meaning and history. We tossed coins into the offering box, rang the massive bell to ward off evil spirits, and even tried our hand at drawing omikuji fortunes.
As night fell on the third day, the shrine was illuminated by soft lantern light, casting a warm glow over the grounds. The air was filled with the gentle murmur of prayers and the sweet scent of incense. Rin and I stood hand in hand, taking in the peaceful atmosphere.
"You know," I said softly, turning to face her, "I never thought I'd find this kind of peace here in Gosha. It's... nice."
Rin squeezed my hand, her eyes shining in the lantern light. "I'm glad you've found a home here, Wolfgang."
As we made our way back down the stone steps, leaving the warmth of the shrine behind, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what the new year might bring.
As for the night after that...
[From Rin's viewpoint]
My dialogues should be voiced by either Shino Nakano or Yukako Kiuchi.
After finishing the three-day New Year traditions, I think it is time for me to once again return to our routine as intimate partners..
Ever since Wolfgang came into my life, I narrowly avoided capture by criminals and demons who would sexually assault and break a Taimanin like myself. Not helped by the fact that this vampire-werewolf hybrid had achieved ascension, whose power exceeded that of a high-ranking demon, thanks to the Dutch royal family's high expectations of him, which gave him the power of a Royal Knight.
His own personal history of prejudice is one good reason why Taimanins draw the line at judging demons (and humans coexisting with them) in absolutes; otherwise, one could end up like Toyo Momochi, who would attempt to spark the cycle of hatred between humans and demons.
The sleepless nights of missions and training had become a constant in my life. As a Taimanin, I had a duty to protect and serve, but I also had a responsibility to nurture the next generation. My little cousin Shikanosuke, in particular, held a special place in my heart. As the future patriarch of our clan, he carried a heavy burden on his young shoulders. I often found myself spending extra hours helping him hone his skills, watching with pride as he grew stronger day by day.
The dual role of teacher and Taimanin was not an easy one. There were days when exhaustion threatened to overwhelm me, when the weight of my responsibilities felt crushing. But I refused to yield. The faces of my students, the trust placed in me by my fellow Taimanin, these were the things that kept me going. And through it all, I had the unwavering support of my cousin, a pillar of strength in my life.
My thoughts often drifted to Wolfgang, the enigmatic vampire-werewolf hybrid who had become such an integral part of my life. My mother's history with him was a testament to his complex character. He had lived through a century of hardship - the horrors of war, the sting of prejudice, the dizzying heights of combat sports fame, and the crushing lows of his fall from grace in the demon realm. Yet, through it all, he had found redemption.
It was his bond with my mother that truly transformed him. She had taught him not just kindness, but what it meant to be human. I could see the fruits of those lessons in the way he interacted with the people of Gosha. Since settling here, he had earned the trust and respect of everyone, his wealth of experience proving invaluable time and time again.
Right now, I wanted to let him know what I had in mind, for the uncertain future waiting for both of us. Ever since we've been busy with our duties before the Christmas break, we never had a chance to have sex. I can't let it go to waste.
In fact, he felt the same thing in response.
An hour later into the night, we lay entwined in our bed, the warmth of our bodies a stark contrast to the winter chill outside. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows across the room, creating an intimate atmosphere. The blanket draped over us, a cocoon of comfort and privacy. My eyes found Wolfgang's, and in them, I saw a depth of emotion that still took my breath away.
As we basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking, my mind wandered back to our shrine visit. There was something about Wolfgang's demeanor that day, a faraway look in his eyes that had piqued my curiosity.
"Wolfgang," I began, my voice soft in the quiet room, "during our shrine visit, you seemed lost in thought. You mentioned something about a high-ranking demon who fell in love with a Taimanin and had a child. Can you tell me more about that?"
Wolfgang's eyes flickered with recognition, and he shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow. "Ah, you caught that, did you?" He chuckled softly. "It's quite a story, actually."
I nodded, encouraging him to continue. As he spoke, I couldn't help but notice how the dim light accentuated the planes of his face, the sharp angles softened by the shadows.
"It's not about Kurenai Shinganji," he clarified, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Though she does share our genetic makeup, being Edwin Black's biological progenitor like Felicia and me. No, this is about someone else entirely. Someone connected to a certain Onisaki."
My interest piqued further. "Onisaki? You mean like Kirara Onisaki, the Taimanin in our task force?"
Wolfgang nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Exactly. Kirara's mother, to be precise. I have quite a history with her. The girl's actual name is Freya."
I sat up slightly, the blanket pooling around my waist. "Wait, how did you know about Onisaki's mother?" I asked, my curiosity now fully engaged.
Wolfgang's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes seeming to look beyond our room, into a past I could only imagine. "Her name is Shinmora, but her tribesmen call her Ragnarok. It's... complicated, but in many ways, she reminds me of you, Rin."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the comparison. Wolfgang continued, his voice taking on a nostalgic tone.
"Like you with your cousin, Shinmora is fiercely protective of those she loves. But for her, it went to an extreme. She's a devoted and caring mother, but that devotion led her to make some incredibly difficult choices. She left her family behind, knowing the danger of being hunted by her enemies."
As Wolfgang spoke, I could see the respect in his eyes, mingled with a hint of sadness. "Shinmora and I were bitter rivals once. Given that I'm the son of Nomad's vampiric crime lord, our relationship was... tense, to say the least. But over time, through our many encounters, we developed a mutual respect."
I listened intently, my mind racing. The parallels between Shinmora's story and our own situation weren't lost on me. A demon falling in love with a Taimanin, starting a family despite the dangers of their occupation... it hit close to home.
Worry began to gnaw at me. Was this a glimpse into our future? Would Wolfgang one day feel compelled to leave, thinking it was for our protection?
As if reading my thoughts, Wolfgang reached out, his hand cupping my cheek gently. "Rin," he said, his voice low and intense, "before you start worrying, let me assure you of something. I will not leave you, no matter what."
I leaned into his touch, drawing comfort from the warmth of his hand and the sincerity in his eyes.
"Shinmora made the choice she felt she needed to protect her family," Wolfgang continued. "But our situation is different. I have Adonis, my protégé, to carry on my legacy if anything were to happen to me. When the time comes, I'll pass the torch to him. He'll be able to train our future child in my place if necessary."
The mention of our future child sent a flutter through my heart. It was a topic we'd discussed before, but hearing Wolfgang speak of it with such certainty, such commitment, filled me with a warmth that had nothing to do with the blanket covering us.
"But that's a bridge we'll cross when we come to it," Wolfgang added, his tone lightening. He pulled me closer, and I willingly nestled into his embrace. "For now, let's focus on the present. On us."
As we lay there, the quiet of the night settling around us, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Yes, the future was uncertain, and our path as a Taimanin and an ascended demon in love would never be easy.
Wolfgang has seen it all, done it all, and won it all. He conquered his past to finally move forward. As one of my clan's strongest Taimanins, I never thought I would be with a legendary cage fighter. He's the type of guy to be a true definition of 'game changer'.
Mother, thank you for bringing him into my life.