Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Everything You Hoped For	By : Digitriangel Category: Digimon > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28104 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon and make no money off of this work.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
Content tags: Questionable consent, Non-con/Rape, Humiliation, Mindbreak, Bimbo, Incest, Cuckold/Netorare, Villain Daisuke, Two boys fighting over a girl like a piece of meet.
Secondary warning that Daisuke is the POV character for most of this and not treated as the most moral character. If you don't like don't read. Alternatively, if you are a Daisuke fan, a fan of characters using powers to gain sex, and can handle him being a little greedy and impulsive read up until the 'Now' section. Fair warning.
Four months ago:
“I don’t know Daisuke. This may be our senior year, but these guys are just too good.” Kazuto remarked, “Look at that one, number nine, Junya Hirataka, halfback, second best High schooler in Japan, after only Ken Ichijoji.”
“-Who I scrimmage against all the time.” Daisuke interjected.
“Look I know you want to go to nationals like Taichi.” Neither Coach nor Daisuke had ever let the team forget about the older gogglehead’s crowning athletic achievement. “But the competition is too good, plus with our best player out…” Kazuto motioned to the cast around his knee.
“Who said you were our best player? I’m sitting right here dude.” Daisuke shot back “Look, you’re way too mopey lately. You broke your leg getting us here and I’m going to take us all the way. Just like Taichi did.”
The other boy looked at the score, four-zip. A distressed whine filled his voice “We aren’t even going to get on the board.”
“Motomia, half time’s almost over. I need you out on the field if we are going to win this.” the coach cut across.
Daisuke stood and shrugged off his friend’s concerns. Being the underdog came as naturally to him as breathing, taking on the top team in the region was no different. The real issue was the people he had to work with, half his team had given up, content with making regionals. In Daisuke’s mind there was no point in making regionals if you gave up when you got there, last seed or not. Everyone else thought it would take a miracle for the team that barely made it in to knock out the top team. Miracles were Daisuke’s specialty.
At the kickoff the Odaiba team made certain to send the ball to Daisuke, their star player. He danced around the opposing striker only to find himself face to face with the legend himself.
With little time to think Daisuke trapped the ball between his right heel and left toe, flicking it over his head as he dove forward. It was a schoolyard trick, rarely performed with enough precision to be useful. However, the ‘great’ Junya wasn’t expecting it, and spent a second continuing to press forward when he should have been moving back. Giving Daisuke a two second head start.
When the gogglehead hit the turf he rolled and shot right back to his feet, sprinting back to the ball and darting past the next stunned defender. No one else on either team expected him to get this far; he was alone, but the enemy was scattered.
One of the fullbacks rushed at him wildly, trying to give Junya those two seconds back. Daisuke easily danced around the opposing player then immediately fired his shot as Junya ran in from the right. Upper right corner, like he’d practiced a hundred times. Off the right corner of the cross bar and in, the keeper had not yet the skills to jump for it.
As the shot found its target Daisuke felt a new sensation well up within him. Time slowed around him, the wind of change caressed his face. This was not a normal adrenaline rush, but a feeling that stoked the fire of his very being, as if fate itself was calling him. He had to say something, and there was only one thing that made sense to say.
“We are totally going to win this.” It was not a goal or a promise, but a statement of fact. The finality ringing within him.
The team may have lost in their second round at regionals, but the Coach had one more legend to recount to future players at Odaiba High: The time the lowest ranked team came back from a four nothing deficit to best the top team in the tournament.
And for Daisuke, the power he discovered would have much bigger ramifications than a High school tournament.
The night after their first win at regionals the soccer club had a party at Kazuto’s house. Nothing too wild given they had another match the next day, everyone was sober, and most were sore. Kazuto’s little sister ambushed Daisuke on his way back from a bathroom trip and soon the two were laughing about something trivial.
“Sorry,” the girl said “I just never thought that I’d be here talking to one of the top footballers in Japan! In my house!”
It happened again: time slowed around the boy, power flowed through his veins like blood. Words came to his head unbidden, as he chose what to say. Just wait until I’m number one fought with I’m also one of the top students and a few others, but instead Daisuke went for the most immediately gratifying option.
“Soon enough you’ll be sucking the cock of one of the top footballers in Japan.” he said aloud, deciding their mutual destiny.
She looked shocked at his boldness, normally the girl would kill him for even suggesting something so lewd. In the place of anger her face was adorned with a light blush and the sophomore grabbed the front of his shirt as she led him back to her room.
“I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m not sure why I am now.” she confessed as her hands shot to his waistband and helped him ease out of his pants.
“You’ll do great.” he reassured her. Still, she was normally a bit of a prude, and had not gone beyond kissing with her ex-boyfriend. Knowing all this, Daisuke also was certain he’d be successful from before he’d uttered the words. Anything he said in that slow-mo. state was bound to happen, it was only his choices that were restricted.
As her warm mouth tentatively closed around him Daisuke quickly grew to full length. If he could learn how to control this power then the world was his oyster, and he would do whatever, and whomever, he wanted.
Looking down at the girl servicing him, fantasies flew through his head each more depraved than the last. He would make all of them a reality and enjoy his life to the fullest. A tongue crushed up against his rod still in a wet mouth as her head bobbed; he would start with claiming the virginity of the girl with his cock between her lips.
He grabbed her head and held her in place as he came, she protested by opening her mouth, letting his seed fall back on him.
“Why did you do that?” she asked “I can’t believe I swallowed some of it.”
Daisuke felt his world slow again “You won’t believe a lot of the things we’ll do tonight.”
She hushed him in denial, but he knew. With one careless comment she had given herself over to him, and he was going to take her, enjoy her body to the fullest. She just didn’t realize it yet.
Three Months Ago:
At three o clock on a lazy Thursday Daisuke found himself in a maid café, watching his next intended target. Sakura, his former student council president, was now forced into this degrading job to pay her way through college. Which meant he knew where to find her.
The two had never gotten along since middle school, and her position of power had only aggravated that divide. It wasn’t like he was a real trouble maker in High school, he had a reputation for partying but kept himself well enough behaved on campus. That hadn’t deterred the girl from scolding everything from his uniform to his grades, and she openly ridiculed him in front of the class, never letting go of any absence even those that could be explained by football. Daisuke felt she was much like Miyako if someone replace the purple haired girl’s libido with pure unadulterated snob.
And boy was he looking forward to having her lips wrapped around his dick.
The plan was much the same as for all the others: find an excuse to talk to the girl, exaggerate some element of himself that the girl was not expecting, feel his power well up inside him, use magic to get the girl to accept a date, show the girl a fun time, and use his power to seal the deal if needed.
It had worked a dozen times before, but not this time.
He’d miraculously “found” Sakura at a maid café just as they were preparing for a huge fundraiser. Donated far more money to the charity than a startup ramen cart owner rightfully should own, and used that to secure a date with the prude. But Sakura insisted on being resistant to all the normal dating tropes, she ended the date half way though and Daisuke could not manage to land even a simple kiss.
Normally when someone doubted Daisuke he found it easier to use his power, but with Sakura it was impossible. Never one to be beaten, he had found Sakura’s best friend who was far more receptive to his normal ‘dates’. During some ‘intimate interrogation’ the gogglehead learned all of Sakura’s fantasies, next time he would be her perfect date.
If he could ever get a next time.
Daisuke looked back at his target, she was on break with one of the other girls. The same as she had been since he came in, likely so she could avoid confronting him. Without knowing what he was doing, the brunet felt himself focusing on her, his mind reaching out toward the girls.
The girl and her coworker were splitting a pizza and Sakura was reluctantly putting one of the slices in her mouth. Her look of repugnance switched to joy, and she started apologizing to her friend as Daisuke felt time slow.
“Maybe you should give me another chance too.” He wasn’t sure where the words came from, and she couldn’t hear him anyway, but it worked. The next night he found himself on his second date with his former student council president
No one would describe it as an abject failure. The dinner was nice and the walk in the park was filled with lively conversation, but as they left the movie theater Daisuke felt like he wasn’t getting anywhere. Normally he could guarantee getting his cock wet by this point, but the girl would not bite. Even Sakura’s perfect date, executing all her fantasies flawlessly could not draw enough of a reaction for his power. He didn’t know if he’d get a chance like this again, it was hard enough to get the second one.
Playing it safe was never his style anyway, he needed to take a risk.
During some earlier misadventure Daisuke had managed to ensure that he would never end up in reputational or legal trouble, he’d have to hope that acted as a safety net for his unscrupulous activities.
He took Sakura for a moonlit stroll back through the park, she held his gaze but kept a good distance between them, perhaps in fear He may try to make a move. It didn’t matter now anyway. Waiting until no one was around he stared deeply into her eyes before tackling her to the ground. He pinned the unsuspecting girl, using one hand to hold both of hers and his knees to trap her legs as he forced a kiss.
“What are you doing?” she shot at him “I’ll scream.”
“I’m just going to make you feel good.”
“As if you could.” She sneered back.
A grin was his answer; he was counting on that response. Starting to kiss her neck his free hand moved to rip her pantyhose open. She was quivering beneath him in fear, already raising her voice. He could feel something lurch in the pit of his stomach, but at this point the only way to fix it was to go forward, praying his power kept him safe and would atone for any damages.
Besides, he wasn’t actually going to rape her, she would be into it long before he took her for real.
Despite her struggles his free hand made it to her pussy with little effort, and soon he unleashed himself upon her. Daisuke had a couple different partners in High school, and had been practicing near constantly for a month now, while Sakura had only experienced her own clumsy fingers. His fingers were the best stimulation she ever had, her body reacted pleasantly to his actions in rebellion to her will.
Time slowed and Daisuke found the words he was hoping for.
“You are loving every second of this. You are going to beg me to take you to a love hotel where you will give yourself to me, to use however I want.”
She didn’t respond right away, continuing to struggle but no longer making sounds. Sakura was confused, did this pervert really think she would fall to him after one orgasm. She wasn’t so weak, no matter how good she felt. The worst part was that she gave him a second chance, despite the fact it was Daisuke and she was unsure why she gave him a first chance. They mixed like oil and water.
But then, up until this point she begrudgingly admitted he hit all the right notes. If this was just apparently to rape her, why did he put in so much effort into the date?
Unless … maybe raping her wasn’t his endgame? After all, the rest of the night had been perfect, and this felt better than anything she had done herself. Whimpers of pain turned to moans of pleasure as she relived the scene in her head. Looking back, it was all so wild and alluring, did she want this?
He could feel her body grow hot as she began bucking up against his hand. He pulled back before she could coat his fingers in her juices again.
“Wha-what are you doing?” she asked not believing how into this she was.
“Giving you what you really want.” he answered, pulling his hard cock out through his fly. She looked at it in equal parts anticipation and fear as he began to rub the tip against her pussy lips.
“Condom. Please.” she begged, he ignored her, thrusting his way to the hilt in one push.
He couldn’t believe this was her first time, taken roughly on the side of a park path on her second date with her sworn of a month ago. Stockings ripped, panties cast aside, and he not bothering to properly undo his pants while fucking her raw. The thought of her humiliation made him randy, as did her lewd face. The poor bitch didn’t even realize how slutty she looked right now.
As a warm cunt continued to caress his member he wondered if it would be better for him to cum inside or if he should make her wear it. He picked the former, loving the feeling of shooting into her while secretly hoping she wasn’t on the pill. The old Sakura would be livid at such treatment, but now she loved it. Daisuke had managed to reveal the inner slut hidden inside and if he were lucky maybe he could make this more than just a one-time thing.
“That was amazing” she said as deigned. “Please, we need to go to a hotel next I want to enjoy you more … thoroughly.” He smirked down at her, watching the cum still leaking down her leg.
His reply was brief, “You’re paying”.
Two months ago:
“I seriously don’t see why you are so attached to this cart.” Jun said. “Like going from superhero to star athlete to broke food vendor, it feels like I’m watching all of Mom and Dad’s plans for you going in reverse.”
“Mom would never want me to be a superhero, too much stress on her heart.” Daisuke had set up on one of his normal corners when his sister stopped by for a visit. Supporting each other not being a normal pastime of the Motomia siblings, this sudden visit forced the boy on edge. “Besides my dream means nothing if I don’t build it with my own two hands.”
“That might work in the digital world, but this is business, eat or be eaten, you need a trump card.” She said sticking her nose back into his cart. “So which one is it? Which one has the ‘special sauce’?”
“Special sauce?” he asked bemused. “They are all my own creation, but the pick of the day is -”
“Not that,” she stopped him. “All of a sudden you broke up with your girlfriend, and now you’ve been bringing girls home constantly. I bet that’s how you get ahead, one of these is laced with an aphrodisiac and you sell it out to all the young boys looking to get a bit further with their dates. Now which one?”
Daisuke laughed at the sheer ridiculousness, did his sister really think he would use drugs to get ahead? “No aphrodisiac, is it really too much to think girls might like going out with a dashing young entrepreneur with some pocket money?”
“Since that entrepreneur is you, yes, way too much to think.” Jun deadpanned “Don’t tell me you have magic sex powers.”
Not exactly limited to sex.
His world began to slow down as he felt the chance offered him “I’m just mind-blowingly good at sex, word spreads.”
“Ew, I think I’ll leave that untested.”
It wasn’t long after that Jun quit pestering him, buggering off to some more interesting endeavor. When business was particularly slow Daisuke called out to a girl in a suit, he had previously arranged to have perfect success attracting the customers he wanted to his cart and abusing that to meet chicks was a regular activity. The woman looked to be about twenty-three, right out of college, or perhaps an intern.
Her face turned sour at the sight of his unkempt cart, but the woman was compelled to sample his selection. After reluctantly forking over the money and hesitantly tasting his ramen, her expression flipped to one of bliss and Daisuke felt his world slow down as he expected.
“If you like those, then how about I give you a taste of my ‘special noodle’?”
The girl perked up at that, hurriedly finishing her ramen before following Daisuke into a nearby alleyway. She dropped to her knees, not caring about the damages to her skirt, and enveloped his cock in her mouth, looking up at him with doe eyes. Daisuke placed his hands behind his head, another blowjob from another satisfied customer, it was a dream cum true.
Inexperience shined through, the girl mostly kept the head of his cock in her mouth with a light suction while stroking his shaft with her hand. Not wanting a cheap hand job masquerading as a blowjob Daisuke decided to take what he wanted. Fists full of soft hair, he started roughly fucking her mouth. She wouldn’t complain, if anything being used like this turned her on even as he started to bruise the back of her throat. Her amateur mouth tried desperately to adjust to the intrusion, squeezing and licking his cock in a way that sent shivers of pleasure down his spine.
“If you don’t want to wear my load back to work you better swallow it.” he offered the ultimatum as he came close, with a few more thrusts he unleashed in her mouth. Her body convulsing in pleasure as she swallowed.
Then time slowed down again for Daisuke, and he saw a list of fantasies play through his options.   He’d not had this much freedom before, and was unsure if he’d be able to see them all before his time ran out. Feeling the moment start to pass, the gogglehead picked one he only saw in doujin’s before, believing it impossible.
“You are now my bimbo; the only thought in your head is pleasure.”
She looked up at him in worship as all thoughts drained from her head. “Like yeah, of course.” He felt himself hardening.
He barely remembered to lock up the cart as he rushed to bring his new toy home. Daisuke had long since abandoned hotels, instead using his power to make both his family and his girls ambivalent to him just using his room. This current one wouldn’t even care if he fucked her in a shack in the woods, she let him do the thinking.
He took her for hours, claiming all her holes and covering much of her body in his seed. Throughout the experience he could feel his power kick in; mind-blowingly good sex made an excellent catalyst. He mostly made small sexual changes: improving his endurance, increasing his sperm production, reducing recovery time, making his dick one inch bigger.
They kept at it late into the night, it could have gone on longer, but Daisuke liked sleep too much to give it up, power or no power. He ordered his bimbo to wake him with a blowjob, then drifted off into the night.
He spent the next morning playing with his personal whore, but Daisuke wasn’t a one-woman man, and she had a life before him. One she refused to recall.
“Where do you work?”
“I’ll do anything you want me to.”
“Where do you live?”
“Here? Right?” she giggled.
He dragged his hand along his face as she stonewalled him.
“Can you at least tell me your name?”
“That’s silly, what do I need a name for?” she burst out in laughter.
Very not good. Last night had been some of the best sex of his life, but did that really matter? If he had completely wiped her memory and reprogramed her, was it any different from killing who she was before? The thought turned him on, and that terrified the gogglehead even more.
“Wow little bro, you sure know how to pick them. I think she’s being honest.” Jun said butting in to the conversation. Daisuke had made his family ambivalent to his actions, but not his fetishes. Whatever. Right now he could use the help.
The boy summarized as best he could, leaving out the supernatural phenomenon. “It just seemed like something she was into, but now I’m not so sure.”
“Still learning how to control those magic sex powers? It should be easy to pawn her off on some random guy then.”
He wasn’t going to pawn her off on someone, what would they do to her? Turn her into a prostitute? Daisuke hardly trusted himself right now he wasn’t going to trust some bloke on the block.
“I totally have full control over my magic powers.” he bantered back, but he didn’t that was the problem. He didn’t know all of the consequences when he took an action. This was not his first mistake, only the hardest to fix.
Laughter was her answer, and an idea formed. It was risky, and sinful, and if he failed he might burn all his bridges and move to China. But at this point Daisuke was convinced it was faster to keep digging his hole and come out through the other side anyway.
Daisuke stood up, looked his older sister in the eye and said in a sultry tone. “I’ll show you.” then he kissed her on the lips.
She started to struggle, and Daisuke had already directed his bimbo to help hold her down. Jun could have put up a fight, a much better one than Sakura did, but Daisuke had a secret weapon. Jun herself had allowed him to gain mind blowing sexual prowess, it only took a few hard gropes to bring send her head atwitter, make her panties wet, and make his world slow.
“You are going to give yourself to me, whenever I want.”
His sister stopped struggling, and to Daisuke’s joy it was Jun who dropped her own pants as Daisuke’s slut did the same to him. As the siblings stood half naked before each other, ready to partake in the wicked taboo, Daisuke once again felt his world slow. He felt the words come to him as the hail marry succeeded. Maybe he wouldn’t have to move to China after all.
“I have full knowledge and control over my magical powers.”
Information popped into his head out of nowhere forcing the gogglehead to sit down lest he collapse. Thankfully his girls kept going, his bimbo laying kisses on the back of his neck as Jun straddled him and began bouncing on his cock. He had a most pleasant distraction when mulling over his situation.
His power was based on disbelief, and the shattered expectations therein. Take, for example, that first football game: Kazuto didn’t believe they could win the game or even score a goal. Once they scored a goal was it really that hard to believe they could win the game? By building upon smaller miracles he could create a larger one.
It had two weaknesses. For the first: it could not be directly chained, winning the game had not allowed him to win the tournament, but if they had they won without Daisuke invoking his power then he could have used his power to win the championship. It could be indirectly chained: if, say, he had won the game legitimately and used that to win the regional tournament then Daisuke could still use the fact he was Captain of the team that won regionals as a catalyst for some other miracle, say making the national team.
The second weakness was that it played on the beliefs of others: If someone was completely in awe and believed he could do anything, then he would be able to do nothing. Or if they could not see any link between the two miracles he would not be able get the one he wanted: a team down by a hundred goals with five seconds left will not win even if they do score a last minute goal.
This was the problem he had with his ‘bimbo’. In the moment of an unprecedentedly intense orgasmic high from sucking a random boys cock, her mind could believe any fantasy he wanted her to. Outside that moment she could not reconcile her bimbofication with her life before Daisuke.   The only explanation she could think of for her sudden and irreparable change was that the sex had overridden her to become a new person.
He’d been lucky before: with Sakura he’d been her perfect date, her mind had little trouble accepting that if her perfect date was raping her then maybe she had a rape fantasy. With the other girls he’d taken it had been a onetime thing, their minds could write it off as an experiment. With Jun, she’d been able to accept he had magic sex powers, so even incest wasn’t off the table if he was forcing it.
Daisuke brought himself back to reality. He started to thrust up to match his sister’s bounces, letting them both indulge in incestuous pleasure. He forced his hands up her shirt and bra to fondle her tits as she screamed his name. He would take all of her later, her needy mouth, pussy, and ass would be molded to the shape of his cock for retribution to her childhood schemes. But for now she was just a distraction.
His world slowed as Jun reached orgasm. “You are going to give yourself to me whenever I want, you won’t care why, and are aware of your sinful actions so you won’t tell anyone or lead them to figure out what we do.”
This one would work, and the thought of his annoying older sister forced to become his on demand sex friend pushed Daisuke over the limit. He shot his cum into the deepest part of her womb, reveling in her clenching walls. Then he pushed his sister off as he got up.
“Slut, do you have your purse?” she nodded. “We’re going out then.” he said redoing his pants.
It was obvious, now that he thought of it. In her purse was a wallet and in that a name and address. At her apartment there had thankfully been someone waiting for her, who could hardly believe she made her way home safe and ‘unharmed’. By reaching out Daisuke made sure the former led to the latter, and looked on in relief as Mikoto took over and his bimbo disappeared.
The relief of success didn’t stop him from sprinting until he was two blocks away. Suddenly the boy was hit with an adrenaline high. That man was likely her boyfriend or husband, and he’d managed to steal her away, completely warp her and give her back when he was done. Sure this would mostly count as a failure, but now he knew how to succeed, and even the auspicious Jun was at his perverted mercy. Without thinking his feet brought him outside the apartment complex where the Yagami’s lived.
Hikari Yagami, his eternal conundrum. He had spent many a night holding himself back from her while he discovered his power, too afraid of unrecognizably changing her to act. Somehow forcing himself to believe she would be the last girl he took, that for her he’d settle down. Become a world famous noodle mogul, sweep the financially stressed girl off her feet, have a family (three kids a dog and a hamster) and live happily ever after.
But now he had full control and could do nearly anything he wanted. She had tantalized and teased him since Elementary, and he knew now as he knew then that he wanted her to be his forever. And he could make her devoted only to him.
It would be slow going, at first he would have to build it from the ground up: a Hikari Yagami that could see herself becoming the sex kitten of Daisuke Motomia. A Hikari Yagami that would defer to him on almost everything, but still present her opinion and condemnations. A Hikari Yagami happy when he was happy. A Hikari Yagami who would actively seek out other girls for him. A Hikari Yagami that could be his true soulmate she was always destined to be. All of this would have to be reconciled with the Hikari Yagami that currently existed up there in that building.
It would take months, but what was a few months when it led to his entire future?
“What am I waiting for?” he asked himself walking into the building. Boy, did he hope she was home.
Two Weeks Ago:
“Oh hey Daisuke, I was expecting someone else.” Hikari said, letting him in anyway. She always let him in, he made sure of that day one. “What are you doing here?”
“I can’t help it I always want to see your pretty face.” she playfully laughed off his attempt at flirting. That was a bad sign, He’d made it so her worst reaction to his flirting was playful laughter, if she was resorting to it off such a lowball then she must not want him here.
She led him into her room, a good sign. After he’d used his power to have her start doing that, he made her think of her room as a metaphor for her mind: It was her sanctuary and when she was in there she would be open, and her trusting him in her room was her trusting him with her very being.
In here they had all kinds of conversations. Some of them were targeted, Daisuke would steer the conversation toward what kinds of boys Hikari found attractive, what she thought about relationships in general, even how she saw herself and him as they left High school and set off on a new chapter. Other times he would let the conversation flow naturally, and be content with what he could learn and manipulate.
Currently he lay on her bed as she sat on a chair looking away from him. Daisuke liked the irony, she would pretend to be the shrink while he was the one rifling through her head. It was like that when he made one of his greatest breakthroughs, her hidden desire to rebel against her parents, which he warped to his advantage with his power.
Her parents wanted her to be a conservative bride, so he turned her rebellion into a desire to be in a depraved casual open relationship. Her parents wanted her to be with a guy who treated her with respect, so she now desired to be with a guy who degraded her. Her parents wanted her to be with a successful man like a doctor, so she desired to be with a partner who had an uncertain future.
Daisuke also focused on the part of her that wanted to be the perfect wife, obedient and loyal. He exaggerated those traits too. She would be faithful to only him even as she rejected standard monogamy. She would be obedient to his most sinful desires.
Focusing on these opposing forces in her, he made it so both of them pointed to his perfect outcome. Soon enough Hikari saw herself as the type of girl who would do anything for her one and only, even as she encouraged him to fuck half of Tokyo.
But it wasn’t enough, he’d still need her to focus her attentions on him if he wanted her to be ready when the time came. And he had to be vague too, a sudden fixation on him could overwrite some part of her identity. Instead she needed to like someone like him, and then he’d narrow that category until he was at the forefront as her number one man.
At the start it was general assertions, she would like boys who were athletic and funny, as most girls did. Flirting with her was a plus, because that meant they showed interest in her. There was a small part of Hikari that didn’t understand why a boy would show interest in her, and he inflated it so that she felt only someone who loved her could.
Her mother was infinitely useful here, and Daisuke made sure to bring Yuuko into his web as soon as he could. If Yuuko scolded Hikari for hanging out with the “Wrong boys” then Hikari would instantly be more attracted to them. It was one of the edges Daisuke gave himself.
Hikari was also compelled to question her recent behavior: Why was she letting him in and sharing so much with him? Why did she suddenly want him in her room? If she let a boy into her room, it must be because she trusted him and wanted them to spend intimate time together, right?
It was always a work in progress, but soon Hikari was looking at him differently.
Then came a big win, he left some doujinshi behind and ‘convinced’ a protesting Hikari to read through them to set her mind into a more depraved state. When he found them again one comic was far more warn than the others, it portrayed a High school girl who was forced to become the slave of her perverted friend.
Daisuke’s mind became enraptured with the idea of Hikari kneeling before him, uttering a submissive ‘Yes Master’ before taking in his cock and blowing it like her life depended on it. He immediately set about reinforcing this fetish in the girl, not believing his luck. Could he really turn Hikari into his own sex slave?
There was something within her that reacted stronger than expected, and now he could feel that she was close to popping. To finally surrendering to his desires. When she did, she’d go from zero to a hundred in a week, and Daisuke would be able to enjoy the full attentions of his slave and anyone else he wanted.
If all went well he’d take her at the party tonight, and never be without her again. He just needed to lay a bit more ground work.
Daisuke looked out to her bedside table and planted something on top, then he unveiled his ‘discovery’.
“Hikari what’s that?” he asked, pointing to the clear dildo now occupying the space beside her bed. It was a trick he used once before, ‘discovering’ the doujinshi and asserting they were hers.
Hikari blushed, “I don’t know how that got there”
“I think it’s obvious” he said, ignoring the fact he just put it there, using her shock to slow his world.
“Hikari, are you really this desperate for a real cock? You are so naughty.” it was a statement, implanting the desire inside her.
He grabbed the dildo and placed it in front of her lips, “Show me how much you want it.”
She hesitated, but soon her lips opened and began she began fellating the fake cock. Bobbing her head up and down, sucking and licking what she could fit in her mouth like she had seen in her pornos. Hikari was perfectly aware that this was not what friends did when they were alone, but what did it matter? She was desperate for a cock, and if she was willing to let the gogglehead in her room she could trust him with knowing that much. Plus he wanted her to do it and it was fun to flirt sometimes.
“Hikari what are you doing?” Daisuke taunted, “Look at you wasting your time with a toy when you have the real thing right here.” He patted the tent in his pants, already erect from the show and the promise of more. “If I were to whip my cock out, would you give yourself to me?” a test phase he implanted, when he asked if she would give herself to him she would respond one of three ways.
Time stood still as Daisuke waited for her response, the slowness aided by his power reminding him he could take her now if he wanted. But if all he wanted was sex he could have done that weeks ago. No, he wanted his perfect victory.
Her pause was good though, it meant she was seriously considering it. She was so close he wanted to just throw her down and fuck her, but he needed to be patient. She needed to come to him, lest he risk breaking her like he did his bimbo.
She shook her head, one hand moving to rub her crotch; his signal for a rejection but moving in the right direction. That was a shame, he wasn’t sure what the issue was if she were willing to blow a toy in front of him at his order. He might just tighten up all her reigns to be safe.
“Why not” he asked, it worked before, if she would say she wasn’t ready for sex or didn’t feel that way about him he’d know what he needed to work on.
“Takeru,” Hikari said, reluctantly pulling the dildo out of her mouth. “He’ll be over soon.”
She had mentioned something like that. Her common sense still wasn’t letting her fuck him with the chance of being discovered. It was also best for him if Takeru never found out he was there. Imagine what he could do with the blond’s disbelief of seeing his best friend turn into Daisuke’s private sex slave overnight.
Daisuke smirked as he made to leave, if this was his only problem he would be able to take her tonight. He could hardly wait.
“You’re still going to the party tonight, right?” he asked
“Wouldn’t miss it.” she said, not caring that he had only been there for about ten minutes.
“I’ll be thinking of you the whole time, waiting. I hope you will be thinking of me too, especially when you use that” he motioned to the toy.
“I’ll be sure to give you some good thoughts.” she laughed. The gogglehead left it at that, unable to wait for tonight. For her he wouldn’t even get laid in between.
On the way home he noticed a commotion and spotted a familiar blond tuff of hair with a bleeding arm. “Yo, Takeru what happened here? What’s with the crowd? What happened to your arm?”
Daisuke immediately regretted it, realizing he didn’t have an excuse for being here without his cart. Thankfully Takeru was in a hurry to see Hikari, poor boy didn’t even know what he was about to lose.
Three hours ago:
Hikari never arrived at the party, and refused to let Daisuke in her room next time he came over. Her mind remained locked to him, and he was inches away from forcing his way through.
Remembering how close she was to submitting was what calmed him down and prevented the gogglehead from doing anything irreversibly stupid. From what he managed to learn, something had happened on the weekend that had drained her, and she didn’t have the energy to deal with him at that moment.
Which would have been fine, but Hikari was also out the next weekend, and away every day that week, or hanging out with Takeru or one of the others so he couldn’t properly talk to her. It didn’t take long for Daisuke to get the impression she was ignoring him.
It was Friday again, two weeks after he had gotten the closest to his perfection. He went to her house early, knowing full well Hikari was still at school and he’d only find her mom. The house was on fire and Yuuko was his emergency phone call, he needed to start doing damage control.
“Daisuke, what a surprise” Yuuko said as she let him in. She hated him, but he had already had her wrapped around his finger anyway. “Hikari’s not back from school yet, your time would be better spent elsewhere.” She was not subtle, but he didn’t care. He’d actually made her this hostel as a vehicle of directing Hikari’s rebellion. A willing pawn only acting unwilling to advance his position.
“Yeah, it seems she’s never here anymore.” he returned.
“That’s what happens when you focus on your future, you get busy.” but Yuuko was unable to hide her worries from him, as he previously ensured. The woman elaborated after the snide comment “I am worried about her though, she spends way too much time with that Takaishi slacker, I think she’s lying to me to sneak over to his house. You know his mom’s never home, and probably keeps a lot of spare alcohol around for all those young men she brings home.”
The power of her statement washed over him, “You think Hikari’s spending all this time drinking, with Takeru?”
“I would like to trust her more than that. But it’s motherly instinct, I know he’s corrupting her. After I spoke with him he at least had the good graces to stop doing it in my house. But Hikari would trust him with her soul, for some reason. I know he’s trying to steal my baby.”
This could be way worse than he thought. Daisuke remembered what Hikari had told him when she’d been unable to give herself to him: “Takeru”. This was the first time Daisuke realized how much miss Yagami seemed to despise the boy, all the stranger from how much she liked him as a kid. One by one more pieces fit into place.
Takeru was athletic, flirty, made Hikari laugh, and was apparently disapproved of by her mom. She had trusted Takeru and let him into her room since she was eight, unlike Daisuke, Takeru faced no High school embargo from it. With no job and no post-secondary education his future was the least certain of their friend group. Every trait Daisuke had used to try and pull Hikari toward him may have pushed her toward his rival. Even worse, traits she had liked he didn’t reinforce, such as artistic, also pushed in the blond’s direction. And Takeru had been just as absent from the party that fateful night as the object of his lust. The conclusion was obvious:
Hikari didn’t refuse him because she was afraid of being found out, she rejected him out of loyalty to the boy she liked more.
The last trait Daisuke had reinforced seemed very dangerous now: her desire for a real dick. Had she taken the plunge? It would explain why they skipped the party. But Takeru was a virgin, and Hikari still shy. He held out hope they were only dating, and felt certain that the angelic Takeru was not playing to her sinful fantasies. If that was the case, then Daisuke still had a chance to pivot Hikari’s affections.
It would require more daring on his part though. He would have to push Hikari off a cliff and hope he could attach a parachute before she hit the bottom. All this waiting wasn’t his style anyway, even for Hikari he could only wait so long before he need to take direct action.
Daisuke looked up at Yuuko, “What is it you have against ‘underachievers’? Could it be that you used to like those kinds of boys?” a blush, and the world slowed down. “Could it be that you would do anything for my cock.”
“That’s preposterous it’s just this kind of thinking that-” she stopped as he whipped it out, still flaccid. It was a disgusting thing for him to do in her kitchen, against every shred of common decency.
The allure was undeniable.
“I have full control of what I do with this, so if you even want a taste you’d better do as I say.” he said, stroking himself to hardness, Yuuko shuddered and nodded.
“Strip.” he ordered and she started to shed her clothes, she paused when she got to her underwear “All of it.”
He whistled as he saw her free her tits and pussy, which she was smart enough not to try to hide.
“Turn around, bend over the counter, spread that pussy, and beg for it.” He really got off when people did what he told them.
“Please Daisuke, use that big cock of yours to stuff my cunt better than my husband ever did, I want you so bad, I’ll do anything you want.”
“Anything?” Daisuke asked as he ran his cockhead against her slit. “Would you even sell out you own daughter?”
She didn’t dare pause “Yes, I’ll do my best to make Hikari into your slutty little cunt, just please, give me what I need.”
Daisuke pushed himself inside her, fucking her as hard as he could. He would almost certainly have to fix her later, but for now he would treat her like she deserved. She was a tool for him, a prop used to secure her daughter. And he would treat her like a tool.
“Man this pussy is so loose, how does your husband even stand you? You’re lucky you promised Hikari’s tight cunt to make up for this sloppy one.” she began to whine “Don’t worry, if you do a good enough job on the next step, I’ll pity fuck you once in a while.” A mother-daughter tag team was one of his fantasies after all.
Two hours ago:
Hikari entered her apartment to find her mom waiting at the door. “Daisuke’s here to see you.”
That was a shame, she did sort of enjoy the fact Daisuke had wriggled his way into her life as she was scared she might not see him much after they left High school. That said, Takeru was currently waiting for her to come over, and she didn’t want to be late. Hikari had been nice and allowed him to take her out yesterday, all romantic just as she had fantasied as a kid. Now it was his turn to be nice and let them spend their two-week anniversary fucking like rabbits. She didn’t know what he had planned, that was the surprise, but she knew it would be amazing, as ever.
“Oh, I have to go out again soon, study group. I’m already late, I just needed to drop some bags off at home. Can you tell him?” Daisuke had an annoying habit of eating up far more time than she wanted him to, and Takeru was top priority right now.
The brunette dropped her backpack and made a show of heading out the door, but her mom stopped her.
“Study group? On Friday? Without your books? I wasn’t born yesterday dear. You were going to Takeru’s place weren’t you.”
Hikari felt her cheeks burn but she kept her voice confident “No Mom. Ok, so maybe some people in the study group are going to go drinking after, but we do real work.”
“Not buying it. Why do you insist on hiding this stuff from me? It’s bad enough that you hang out with him when I know about it.”
Hikari lost it.
“Well maybe if you didn’t think someone who saved me more times than I can count is worthless just because he’s going through a rough patch. And stopped trying to get me to ditch him for your fabled perfect lawyer. Maybe if you trusted him half as much to take care of me now as when he was twelve then I’d feel better about letting you know when I spend time with him!”
The girl opened the door “It’s not like I’m spending any more time with him than I did in High school.” she lied. “You just think he somehow turned into the worst person in the world over the past four months.”
Her mother grabbed her collar and yanked the girl back into the apartment. Yuuko shut the door and stood in front of it.
“Hikari I think I know what’s going on, You’ve met new people and want to try new things, and this boy is manipulating that part of you. Look, I’m going now. Daisuke’s in the kitchen, if you care about him at all tell him yourself. Get this long overdue High school drama out of your system and move on, I’ll just give you today to do anything you need to get him out of your head. You’re in college now, you are better than this.”
With that, Yukio left her daughter to choose. What did she mean by get it out of your head today? Suddenly since she was dating Takeru did her mom want her to shack up with Daisuke? The idea of her mom picking her sexual partners made her sick.
Still, Hikari supposed she owed her childhood friend something. It was lunch time, he had to get back to his cart sooner rather than later. She just hoped she could get back to her planned day soon. Even if it wasn’t entirely fair to Daisuke, she deserved to be selfish once in a while.
Walking over to the kitchen, she steeled herself for the deed. “Listen Daisuke I promised Takeru we’d hang out and watch bad chick flicks. I don’t think you’re into that but I’ll make-” she paused halfway through, nostrils assaulted by a smell she could not place. A strange puddle of liquid occupied one of the chairs, and she though it odd her mom would leave the kitchen in a state of uncleanliness.
Daisuke noticed her staring. “Oh, that? It’s cum, from when I fucked your mom. She loved it.” he said a gold glow in his eyes as he smirked at his first crush, “Just like you will when I fuck you now.”
That didn’t make sense, her mom hated boys like Daisuke and Takeru, she certainly would never sleep with them. And Hikari loved Takeru, she’d played with Miyako when ordered, but she wasn’t sure she’d enjoy fucking Daisuke even if Takeru ordered it. Her heart and body belonged only to the blond.
Still her legs would not obey her when he stood up. She tried to slap the gogglehead as he got closer, but he grabbed her wrist in movement. Damn athletes. Then he leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss she both craved and hated. It lit a fire under her skin, rendering her helpless. She was no more able to resist than to stop breathing. But she could not betray Takeru either, she was stuck in the middle like a rag doll.
Like a rag doll, she was helpless to the whims of the man in front of her, he pulled her from the kitchen to her bedroom as soon as he was sure she would not flee. Daisuke muttered something about wanting her first time here. He threw her down and stripped her of her clothes as he pleased. Then he entered her, taking a prize she had forever reserved for Takeru.
Hikari hated how good it felt. Daisuke was fucking her hard and fast from the start; it had taken Takeru a while to use her like she wanted but Daisuke seemed to know all her spots instantly, and knew exactly what button to press to make her squirm. Her pleasure mounted in protest to her whims, and tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she moaned for more.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be my sex slave. You won’t be able to live without your master’s cock.”
She shuddered around him as he made her cum. First Takeru now Daisuke, how did everyone know her fetish without her telling? She really hoped it wasn’t obvious. it was unimportant compared to the pleasure flowing through her body right now. Hikari could not believe she felt this good with someone other than Takeru, but all she knew at that moment was she wanted to feel more, she didn’t care who gave it to her.
If not for the adult situation, she almost felt as if she were twelve again: both Takeru and Daisuke were wonderful to her and she didn’t care who she married. Or who’s Fuckslave she was, as it were.
She came hard around him, and could feel him reciprocating into her, all that yummy cum shooting inside her, overwhelming her mind with pleasure even Takeru could not compete with. Hikari barely stopped herself from passing out.
“I guess you just love me more that Takeru” he told her, eyes glowing. Could that be true? She loved Takeru with her very being, all of her fantasies centered around the blond, and the last two weeks had been the best times of her life, even without her being able to see Tailmon.   And yet everything with Daisuke felt better than any of her fantasies had even hoped. She had even betrayed Takeru for Daisuke and felt no guilt to go along with her pleasure. If she loved Takeru more than Daisuke she’d feel bad about what she’d done, so he must be telling the truth.
Hikari smiled as she gazed upon her new master.
“So will you give yourself to me?” Daisuke asked. She merely laughed.
“I already have.”
The gogglehead relished her words. Now she was his, not Take-dorks, and she would fulfil all his pubescent fantasies and more. “Suck your master.” he smiled and pulled out of her, laying himself on the bed with his hands behind his head. “No hands.” he added looking down at her in anticipation.
Rolling herself on top of him she slid down his body down his until her face met his member. She licked, lapping up their combined juices as he hardened, then she took as much of it in her mouth as she could, licking and sucking as she went. It was eerily reminiscent of two weeks ago when that dildo appeared. Silly Daisuke, if he had just used his cock instead they could have been doing this earlier.
She reprimanded herself for thinking poorly of her master. He was so smart and amazing, clearly he planned on letting Takeru take her so she would know other boys just weren’t as good. In penance she took as much of his cock into the back of her throat as she could. She couldn’t fit it all, but he seemed to like the feeble attempt, so she repeated it often.
Bobbing her head up and down, she looked up at him with worship. She so badly needed to know she could make him cum, to feel his seed squirt in her mouth, or all over her if he preferred. She went as deep as she could, then pulled up to let her tongue play with his tip.
“Swallow it Slave.” he ordered as he basked in her attentions. That meant he was close, and she worked harder in joy. Knowing she could cause him bliss got her so hot she came without even touching herself.
She was right, and enjoyed swallowing her reward. He didn’t tell her to stop, and she knew he’d at least want to be hard again, so she kept working, enjoying the warmth and wondering if she’d be able to taste his cum again immediately. A hand tangled in her hair and pulled her up until he could plant an open-mouthed kiss on her lips.
“You have no idea how long I wanted that to happen.” he said, dreamily.
“Anything for you Master.” Hikari then let him move her to their next position. She lay on her front with her legs slightly spread. just enough he could fit his dick between them and into her pussy as he lay on top of her. His arms pinned hers down.
She loved this position, the way it felt like Daisuke was using her like the sex toy she deserved to be. She was sure to moan out her praise, stringing together enough coherent words to thank her Master, and beg for him to cum. Every thrust set waves of pleasure through her body as he dominated her, fucking her into willful submission as she came again and again. Sex with Daisuke distorted her very awareness of reality, it could have been an hour or less than a minute, she just couldn’t tell.
Far too soon for either of their liking Daisuke pulled out, shooting his thick, amazing load all over her offered back.
“Fuck Hikari, I’ve been with dozens of girls and none of them feel half as good as you.” he said as he collapsed beside her, one hand on his semi erect cock.
“I’m glad.” she said “But don’t go giving up those girls on account of me. I want a man who fucks whoever he likes and comes home and uses me if he gets bored.” She was unaware that he already knew this, or that he had been the main driving factor in her fetish.
“Anything for you, Slave. Now here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to play with you and cover you in cum some more, then we’ll invite Takeru for a show.”
“Ok.” Why did master want Takeru? Was he going to punish the other boy for his insolence in trying to date her? She hoped not, Takeru was still her friend and she didn’t want him to suffer. Unless it meant the three of them would play together in some perverted scheme, then Takeru would be to her whatever Master Daisuke wanted him to be.
Now:
Takeru did not believe a two-week anniversary to be a big deal, but when he was with Hikari everything was a big deal, even mundane things like walking her to school. And now she’d even started letting him actually date her, fulfilling an ages old fantasy. He had to properly thank her for the occasion. He’d spent all morning setting up, and had waited for his beloved to arrive to share what he hoped was their most intense night yet.
And waited
And. Waited.
It was unlike her to be late, especially to a sexual encounter. He sent her a text to make sure she was okay, and when she responded it was almost all gibberish. All he could make out was she wanted him to go over to her place. Moving his entire set up would be impossible, so he reluctantly started out by himself.
When Takeru reached her apartment the door was unlocked, and a text told him to come to her room. He couldn’t fathom why the sudden change of plans, but had a pretty good idea it involved Hikari and minimal clothing. Her bedroom door was open a few inches, and he decided to sneak a preview so he could better prepare for whatever game she had planned.
At least he was partly right.
Hikari was waiting for him on her bed nude, save the cum stains covering her body. He just wasn’t expecting to see her riding an equally nude Daisuke as he peered in. The gogglehead was groaning in pleasure as Hikari rolled her jizz covered ass up and down his cock.
Thankfully, the pair did not notice the blond, and (in shock more than anything else) Takeru did not draw their attention to him. Managing to keep his cool, no matter how strongly he wanted to go over there and punch Daisuke’s lights out, a few more seconds to plan may make the difference; especially as he noticed the pairs hopes. Hikari’s were straight forward, if notably skewed:
I hope I can please Daisuke more
I hope he builds a harem
I hope he’ll be a good master to me
I hope he fucks me more
I hope Takeru shows up for Daisuke
I hope Daisuke cums soon
Most of them were similar to the ones she shared with Takeru whenever they were in the midst of a particularly heated embrace. Daisuke’s hopes were far more sinister and informative:
I hope I can make Hikari mine forever
I hope we can startle Takeru enough for my power to work
I hope Takeru will turn into a willing Cuck and help me seduce girls
I hope I can control Hikari
I hope I can turn all the other girls into my slaves too
Daisuke had ‘powers’ too? That would explain how they ended up in that tryst. If the hope was that he could use his powers on Takeru, then did that mean it wasn’t certain? Takeru’s own powers needed some level of cooperation, did Daisuke’s work on surprise.
The blond took a second to access the situation. He refused to believe Hikari willingly betrayed him. She loved every second with him and never wanted to be anywhere else more. Her hopes were clear as day to him, and never were they ever filled with romantic or sexual thoughts of others. Then was this on Daisuke? Ever since Takeru could see the hopes of the gogglehead “I hope I hook up with Hikari” or some variation was prominent. if Daisuke’s powers were anywhere near as world altering as the brown haired boys hopes suggested, then Takeru could see him falling for temptation.
Takeru’s own powers were, quite obviously, based on his crest of hope. He had never seriously considered before that others may also have powers based on their crests or how such powers might work. If so what was Daisuke’s? Courage? Friendship? Both? How did they work?   Takeru strongly considered going home and trying to contact the others. If Daisuke had powers than the others might too, and there was no way Taichi or Yamato would let this play out.
With numbers on his side and a friend hoping for his victory Takeru was certain to win, alone he was near powerless. The only thing stopping his strategic retreat to certain victory was a long sultry moan from Hikari.
He would not leave her behind to Daisuke’s clutches, Taichi and Yamato were out of town for school, it would likely take hours before they could get here and those were hours Hikari would spend at Daisuke’s mercy. The blond’s entire body tightened thinking about the horror she must be in.
In that case Takeru would risk life and limb to save her from this downward spiral. He hoped the Daisuke’s power relied on others surprise the same way Takeru’s relied on others hopes. If Takeru could see all Daisuke’s plans coming, he might just be able to get Hikari out.
He entered the room and glanced lazily at the obscenity before him. “Hikari, I really wish you would have talked to me before planning something like this. It’s not really my thing.” he kept his voice a deadpan, refusing to address the audacity of the situation.
Daisuke went oblong, not expecting that measured reaction, good. Hikari didn’t seem to notice it was strange.
“Takeru, can’t you see Master Daisuke’s dick going up my butt! It feels so good! I wanna, wanna!” she shuddered in the way recognized as orgasm. Takeru quelled the pain in his heart, he was doing this for her.
Swearing under his breath, Daisuke focused back on Takeru “It’s not something we are doing for you. Hikari’s my slave now, she’ll do anything I want her to. I decided to give you a show before I took her away from you, since you never got to experience the real fun.”
What did that mean? Takeru shook his head, no time to get lost wondering. He played it cool.
“Oh, are you sure? I mean I think I know Hikari better than you do, I bet I could snag her right back in no time flat.”
Daisuke laughed, in his head he’d probably though he’d won, confident of his magical hold on Hikari and Takeru’s inevitable defeat at trying to break it. The gogglehead always did fall for his taunts, no matter how obvious. “Go ahead,” he pulled out of Hikari’s ass and sat in a nearby chair “I’ll let you have my sloppy seconds, just this once. Make the most of it.”
Hikari moved to all fours, shaking in disappointment at having her master pull away. She was obedient though, so she presented herself to Takeru. Hoping that her master renting her out would not be a common occurrence. She wanted him, not any other guy, even if she would have said the same about Takeru three hours ago.
All hopes in the room were aiming for his failure, but Takeru had already formulated a plan as he dropped his pants and stood behind his once girlfriend. Before he entered her as he had so many times before, the blond bent over and whispered in her ear, so softly that Daisuke couldn’t hear him. “I know we’ve done this before, but don’t you want to feel better? Better than with Daisuke even?”
In her fuck drunk state pleasure was the only thing that really mattered to the girl, the offerings of more, even from an adulterous source made her body quiver in anticipation.
I hope I he makes me feel even better than Daisuke does
Fulfilling that hope was the most natural thing he ever did, and Takeru took her hard, fast, and splendidly. With every thrust he gave her an orgasm eclipsing the last. Her voice filled the room as her pussy gushed onto his dick again and again. Her arms and legs gave out, leaving the brunette a crumpled pile of desire as Takeru continued to drill her into submission. With a surprising presence of mind Hikari turned her head to look toward her so called master with her lewdest face yet as her best friend gave her the dicking of her life.   She’d experienced so many new sensations today, and was eager for more, whatever the source.
I hope Takeru becomes my Master instead of Daisuke
Not the ideal endgame for Takeru, but he’d take it and restore Hikari’s sense of normalcy later.   In her current state physical gratification was the only thing she seemed to care about, in her mind the one who gave her the most pleasure was her Master. So long as she wanted more he could give it to her. A patchwork fix.
Daisuke was flabbergasted again, how was Takeru doing this? Not only was he chill with what was going on he was actually winning Hikari back. That should be impossible, his powers never failed before. But then he’d never ensured Hikari would be his forever, urgency had forced him to make a move before the timing was right. Did the blond have that strong a relationship with the brunette, that this was a minor incontinence for him?
Reaching out to focus on Hikari with his powers the gogglehead learned none of the miracles he could make were any help to him, unless he wanted to make Takeru so hung the blond would pass out from a hard on. Instead he jumped up and stroked himself to full hardness at the show before him. If he didn’t get in there and start playing for real he might lose Hikari for good.
“Don’t you Hope Daisuke was restrained, so he couldn’t stop this pleasure you feel?”
The gogglehead tripped, and somehow found himself trapped to the chair by a gaggle of bags and purses. He had overheard that one, his mind reached back to a piece of information he had absorbed but never dwelled on: His power came from the digimental of miracles; Takeru must have had a similar arrangement with his digimental of hope.
That was how the blond bastard got her in the first place!
“You’re cheating! You can’t use your powers on Hikari!”
“Oh, would that be your job?” Takeru shot back pumping a load into Hikari and causing her to convulse so hard the room shook.
“Shut up I’m trying to help her!” If Takeru didn’t play his part as loyal cuck then Daisuke wasn’t sure he could generate the miracle necessary to return Hikari to a semblance of her former self. At the very least he needed to restrain the blond and try again with Taichi, before he lost all hope of saving her from this depraved path.
“You’ve helped enough.” Takeru sneered. He glanced above Daisuke, and then above Hikari. “Cuckold fetish? Really, a little childish don’t you think?”
‘How did he know what I was thinking’ was the first thing that popped into Daisuke’s head the second was ‘Damn, I hope Hikari starts licking his balls’.
She did.
Take-jerk could read his thoughts? How was that fair? Okay, classic Daisuke, no thinking just action.
“That’s right you caught me I’m a cuck.” Takeru looked shocked as the world slowed down. “This has all gone according to plan, I’m still in full control of this situation.” A simple cuckold fetish was nothing if it meant he could save Hikari from this monster, he’d change it back later if he needed too.
Knowledge flew into Daisuke’s head: Takeru’s power worked upon the hopes of others, Hikari had run with Daisuke’s earlier scenario from the other side and hoped the gogglehead would get off seeing her being ravished by his rival. Takeru had made it happen. He also knew the blond couldn’t see his thoughts, just his hopes. Whatever Hikari’s power was, it couldn’t manifest at his time.
Most importantly the gogglehead saw a path to victory, he really should thank Takeru as it was the blond’s strategy all along. The other boy would resist any plan he made, but Hikari’s cock addled mind was still opened to being shocked, and nothing Takeru could do would stop it. In her current state Daisuke might have to make Takeru his slave too, but if he had to endure the blond sucking him off once in a while that was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make.
A look of desperation graced Takeru’s face. Maybe Daisuke had hoped something along the lines of making the other boy his slave? He deserved it, for taking away Hikari’s free will and putting her in this mess.
Takeru grabbed Hikari roughly and started skull fucking her. One of the girl’s hands went to the blond’s ass, while the other went to her sopping cunt, reveling in the show they were creating.
“See Daisuke, I always know just what she wants” this, the gogglehead begrudgingly admitted had to be true, even if that information was obtained unfairly, “Rough sex, gentle sex, public sex. You just don’t have the balls to read her like a real man.”
More like the superpowers to, yet. That could easily be changed. If Takeru were brought under his thumb then Daisuke could obtain everything he hoped for, and all the sinful delights that came therein. Turning an idol group into his harem would be as easy as thinking about it, and he wouldn’t have to worry about breaking them.
He switched his primary target.
“That’s why she hasn’t left my dick since she got a taste, and that’s why you’ll never have her again.” The blond continued his harsh boast, unaware of his rival’s schemes.
Daisuke felt himself get harder than he ever had in his life and the words. His mouth stopped, and hated himself for doing so. The logical part of his mind knew that once he ensured victory he could have the two act out any fantasy he wanted. Unfortunately, Daisuke was all about passion over reason. That would just be a fantasy, it wouldn’t have the fire of the real deal. He didn’t want them to stop.
Instead one hand broke free only to stroke his aching cock.
Takeru gave a possessive smirk, “Look at him Hikari, he likes it.” The blond grabbed her hair and forced her to her feet. He then turned her until she was facing the gogglehead and Takeru’s own cock was popping out through her thighs, rubbing against her sex.
“Tell him five ways I’m better than him, now that you’ve had both.” The blond ordered his slut.
“Only five Master?” Hikari said playing her role brilliantly. They’d never done any game like this before, it would make an adequate anniversary gift.
“One, Takeru is handsome and smart and every girls wet dream, Daisuke is just that annoying kid from school who won’t leave me alone.” Takeru slapped her ass in reward.
“Two, he knows what I’m thinking, pushes my boundaries without making me uncomfortable, where you just stumble along blindly with your pathetic dick.” a long kiss on her neck.
“Three, he actually knows how to use his cock, instead of just pounding away like it’s going out of style. Sex with Takeru is an odyssey, with you it’s a short story.” he started fondling her tit with his left hand.
“Four, he plays games in the bedroom. When I’m Takeru’s slave he makes me enjoy it, uses it to heighten my experience. He’ll punish and reward me, he’ll make me do things I never would normally do. He doesn’t just order me which position to take next.” he pushed the tip of his cock into her gushing pussy
“F-five.” she shuddered. “Sex with him is so good I always cum in anticipation alone.” he started pounding.
Tears were trickling down Daisuke’s face, even as he jacked himself. So much of him hated what was going on, how he could be turned on like this. Hated himself for accepting his fate as a worse lover than his longtime rival.
At the same time, it was so hot: Hikari’s cutting words as she was split open by a superior cock. Takeru’s smug smirk as he enjoyed the heavenly body Daisuke never would again. He was so fucked up, somehow watching Takeru dominate Hikari felt better than when he’d had the girl at his own beck and call.   Even as he shot his cum into the scene before him he couldn’t stop, turned on further by Hikari’s look of disgust at his action and the blond’s look of triumph.
“And look Hikari.” Takeru said, “That poor wretch is still fighting it. Still trying to change it with his miserable powers. He deserves to be powerless, so he can’t stop a true man like me.”
Daisuke’s eyes widened as he realized Takeru’s true plan. The little bit holding back stopped as he tried to do anything to prevent that hope from entering Hikari’s head. He was too late; in her impulsive and sex drained state Hikari had hoped that Daisuke lost his powers, and he could feel them leave his body. It was like losing a limb, Daisuke knew what was supposed to be there but when he reached out for it he felt nothing.
“That’s better.” Takeru said, “Daisuke, you’ve always tried to compete with me, ever since we were kids. You always bugged me with how desperately pitiful you were. I think this is a fitting punishment, but I’m a merciful person, far more than you. If you don’t like it I can always send you back to your cart, with no memories of this ever happening.”
The gogglehead didn’t quite surrender, not entirely. This was however a crushing blow; with his power his life had been a blast. The entire world had been his for the taking. He had fucked perhaps a hundred girls, and his business was set to take off whenever he wanted it too. Daisuke knew even without his powers his noodles were world class, and his sexual prowess was now legendary, but would he really be able to go forward with his ace card gone? Most of him said yes in classic Daisuke fashion, one tenth of one percent said no, he’d be better off never knowing his ace at all. That was all it took for Takeru to pop him out of the apartment.
Takeru collapsed on the bed, adrenaline oozing out of his body as he relived the high stakes duel he’d just won. It didn’t last long; he found himself face to face with one pissed off Hikari Yagami.
“Why did you do that? I thought we could play around with netorare a bit more but then you had to go and ruin it.” she looked wonderful angry when she was naked. The hand on her hips only accentuating her tits.
“Sorry,” that had been the first time he’d jumped into a situation with no solid plan since he the digital world. Hell, ever since he gained his powers he hadn’t really ever been in a situation he had not had full control of. He’d literally put his ass on the line there, and had just wanted to resolve it as soon as possible. In retrospect he really ought to have waited for Taichi or Yamato (or now that he thought about it Sora who would have asked more questions but been easier to convince is intentions were pure). At one point Daisuke had ensured full control, and Takeru had almost fallen alongside his best friend, then no one would have been able to save them.
“-and what was that I heard about powers?”
He jumped up at the accusation “It’s not what you think? I can only make you do what you want to anyway so you aren’t really being forced. Expect earlier I guess -”
“I don’t care about that.” she dismissed “Are you telling me this whole time you could have had a twenty-inch-long five-inch-wide cock?” Yeah no, he wasn’t doing that. “Or gave me a choker that says ‘Takeru Takaishi’s Cumdump’ and have everyone ignore it? Or fuck me at the dining room table?” those were… much better ideas he had to admit.
“You aren’t going to make my life easy are you?” he asked.
“Pfft. I’m going to make your life awesome, Master.”

This is likely the only chapter centering around a boy other than Takeru. Next chapter in less than a week.
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Everything You Hoped For