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Everything You Hoped For	By : Digitriangel Category: Digimon > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28103 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
Content Warning: Questionable consent, Bondage, Femdom, Rough Sex.
Some spoilers for Tri. part four in this chapter, also some made up Tri. background that should not be taken too seriously.

The chosen were a tightknit group. They shared a history of fighting together against a cruel, uncaring, inhospitable world, slaying demons and dragons, and evolutions that required one to know themselves at times and bond with friends at other times. All of this led to a comradery of trust. Through anything and everything, the Chosen would always have each other’s best interests at heart.
Which was exactly why Takeru could not tell any of them about any of this. At least not while keeping his genitals intact:
Mimi would obviously flip at the idea that Takeru had manipulated her into sex. She would be unable to hear anything that followed no matter how sincere. Honestly, Takeru would be lucky if his gonads being served up as her next specialty dish was the least of it. Knowing Mimi she might just hope he got better so she could rip his junk off again and again.
Miyako, would similarly knock his lights out and desecrate his body before he could explain himself. Which was hardly fair, he hadn’t actually done anything to her. Not really, Miyako solicited him on her own accord every time. But the lavender haired girl’s rationality was only matched by her temper, and the two did not go hand in hand.
Taichi would not stand for his sister being in a relationship with someone who could so easily corrupt her.   The older boy was creative, and while Takeru didn’t think a moped could be reasonably stuffed down someone’s throat while remaining intact, he also had no intention of being the guinea pig. The whole debacle at the Yagami apartment only made Takeru’s grave more certain, the older boy would also be looking for revenge for his mother as well as his sister.
Meiko was less prone to violence herself, but if she found out about his power then Mimi and Taichi would inevitably find out even if the girl tried to hide it. And Takeru had just established that those two finding out was potentially life ending. Or worse.
Even those who he had not manipulated with his power were risky to confide in:
Yamato would seem like an obvious choice to outsiders, but Takeru had no indication anyone outside himself and Daisuke had these powers; Hikari adamantly refuted any innate superpower. If Yamato had no powers of his own then he would deem Takeru crazy, knock him out, and stage an intervention. Which would mean contacting the aforementioned four, which would be bad.
Koushiro, the one who could be trusted to keep level headed and would likely help in exchange for Takeru offering himself up as a research specimen, would only do so if Takeru could keep the relationship with Mimi secret. Or maybe if the older boy’s hormones were in charge Takeru could bargain access to Mimi? It was a moot point anyway, Koushiro disappeared into America a year ago and only contacted the other chosen, they had no way of contacting him.
Ken was similarly missing in action, having dropped out of contact after graduation. Daisuke might still know how to contact him but Takeru did not.
Jou, if he did not have powers, would contact Yamato. If Jou did have powers he would contact Taichi. No win scenario.
Sora could perhaps be trusted to believe Takeru and to let him off with a harsh scolding. She would also have Hikari’s best interest at heart, so she would at least cooperate long enough to fix Hikari even if she didn’t believe in his innocence. But Sora was still dating Yamato and, as far as Takeru knew, they told each other everything. So the girl was a high risk for landing him in the insanity ward.
Daisuke was the whole reason they were in this mess. If he had changed Hikari into this state then why would he hope to change her out? And anyway Takeru didn’t want to risk bring back Daisuke’s memory or powers, last time was a hair too close for comfort.
Iori, Takeru’s jogress partner, strongly disapproved of the blond’s flirtatious nature, his playboy exploits still hidden and almost certain to be met with the scorn of god. Iori was also very aware that other people were smarter than him, when faced with any problem seeking advice was that boy’s primary strategy. If it was a social issue he'd go to Takeru, a technical issue warranted Koushiro, and a moral issue was Jou’s turf. This would be moral, and Jou led back to castration.
And so Takeru was stuck with either praying Yamato had his own superpower, that Sora and Yamato were on a break period, or that he could scream into the void of the internet and Koushiro would find him. None very appealing options.
The other option was to seek out a different Chosen. One who may have some idea of what was going on, but had no risk of telling any of his friends. Which was how Takeru found himself in front of the desk of one Maki Himekawa.
After the corruption incident five years ago, Maki and Daigo had continued mentoring the younger chosen. Takeru and his friends could come and go into the agency as they pleased; when a group of teens were your only line of defense against (and regularly possessed) monsters that could wipe out Tokyo in an hour, you did what you could to accommodate them.
Maki was pragmatic, functional, and while obsessive, could be trusted to keep a level head. The other Chosen might think so too, so even if her group never experienced this phenomenon Maki still may have heard about it. The only risk in coming here was perhaps tipping off some very interested people. Secret agents showing up to kidnap his friends was a bad scenario, and one Takeru had made sure to eliminate with Hikari prior to coming.
True to her word his girlfriend was behaving herself in public, while maintaining her naughty slave persona for him alone. But if something could change her so drastically that the thought of him finding out sent her to tears, then Takeru wanted to fix it. For the sake of his conscience if nothing else.
“So, what did you wish to talk about.” Maki stared him down, forcing the blond to shift in his seat.
“Well, I, um.” he let out a laugh, “It’s actually pretty ridiculous, I hope no one’s listening.”
“I see…” Maki began frantically typing on her computer. Takeru had been hoping with that comment he could get Maki to play ball, if she also hoped there were no eavesdroppers then there would be none. Instead it seemed to make her ignore him.
“Um, Miss Himekawa, I-” she held up a finger, silencing him as she fiddled around in her desk and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
“You’ll have to wear these, S.O.P.” she said. Takeru was confused, and Maki took his befuddled silence as agreement. She hooked one hand into the contraption then, without warning slammed the blond onto the ground, pulling both his arms behind his back and locking his hands there like a criminal. The unsuspecting Takeru was no match for an agent in a fight, and could do nothing but lick his wounds.
“Did you rea-mph” She put a hand over his mouth to silence him. Then, when she was convinced he would not say anything, she walked back to her desk. Maki fiddled with some locks, one key based, another a password, the final a retinal scan. Then she pulled out a different key and turned a lock.
“A digital pulse, similar to a gate opening. State of the art, no electronic in this room can function right now, it’s like an EMP except my computer will work when I turn this one off. You can speak freely now.”
“It seems like a little much for a private chat.”
“You are a chosen, to the governments of the world nothing you say is too ridiculous not to be explored. Mimi once recommended a brand of tampon to me and within the next week their servers were hacked by the Russians, their stock was bought out by an American billionaire and their vice president became an informant for MI-6. I’m not sure you realize the pains we go through to keep your lives normal.”
“Well, thanks.” If she had merely hoped they would not be listened to it would not have required the hoopla or the handcuffs, but at least her heart was in the right place. “Actually, all this formality is making me nervous.” Takeru said with a chuckle as he sat back in the chair.
“Don’t be nervous, be comfortable. Now we can be ourselves. Keep in mind you kids have power here. Although if you want a job that will be harder.” How did she even know about that? Stupid stalker agency. He pushed the thought out of his mind.
“Maki, a few weeks ago, I started seeing the world differently. I started noticing things about people I couldn’t see before.”
“Oh,” said Maki, eyes wide. Did that mean she knew what he was talking about. “I wasn’t expecting this conversation, but don’t worry. That happens to everyone once they reach a certain age.” This happened to everyone? Did that mean all the chosen, or everyone in general. Either way it was a hell of a lot less publicized than he would have expected. A manual would have been nice.
“You’re getting older, seeing people in a different way, feeling things you didn’t feel before. It’s natural, it may have hit you later than most, but that’s nothing to be afraid of; every gets confused when their hormones change.”
“Wha?” he was nineteen and already taller than Maki with no signs of stopping. Did she really think he was hitting puberty just now? “It’s not pubescence Maki, seriously. I hit that before I even met you.”
“Well before you think you met me at least.” she chuckled. “You probably don’t remember this, but I used to babysit you and your brother when you lived in Hikarigaoka. Nevertheless, I wasn’t talking about puberty. Takeru who you are attracted to doesn’t matter, be yourself, it’s all you can be. I don’t care if it’s a man, woman or bunny rabbit.”
“I’m not,” he shook his head “It’s not like that.” How the hell did he get so far off track? “I think I have superpowers.” he blurted. He heard his heart beat once, then twice.
“Really glad I turned on that pulse. Can you imagine what the Americans would do if they thought you had superpowers?” Maki said laughing. “Seriously play your games with your friends but don’t do anything that reckless for the sake of a prank.”
“I’m serious.” Takeru said indignantly.
“Ok,” Maki said regaining her composure, but Takeru didn’t think she believed him behind that poker face, “So how do you ‘think’ you have superpowers? What can you do?”
He admitted the wording was wrong. He either had superpowers or the world was insane; he’d turned Hikari into a biological cat girl last week and fucked her in the center of a public park. Then again, Takeru had come to the conclusion the world was crazy well before this point.
He took a breath and steeled himself. Why couldn’t he just make his own hopes come true? It would make his life a lot easier. “I can see peoples hopes and make them come true, even the ones that really shouldn’t be possible.”
“You can see my hopes.” Maki said skeptically.
“Just the surface ones.” Takeru said before relaying the bubbles over Himekawa’s head to her:
“I hope I get a raise.
“I hope I hope Soichiro doesn’t get himself killed.
“I hope Yuhiko finally pays me back today.
“I hope this kid doesn’t have superpowers.
“Need I continue?” Her poker face did not crack, even as Takeru named fellow agents he had no way of possibly knowing.
“Well that sounds about right.” she admitted. “But you always were observant, and unfortunately I can’t rule out you playing a trick on me. You do have that reputation.”
That was fine, Takeru could easily prove it. He had many a hope over Himekawa’s head he could fulfill, “Watch this.” he smirked.
“No!” Maki nearly jumped over her desk to tackle him. “All those hopes require other people. I can not guarantee my reaction if I find out you are telling the truth. If the Chosen can have superpowers, then absolutely no one outside your group can find out about this. The risks would be insurmountable and I will not chance giving this away.”
Takeru almost activated the hope above her head that made it so no one else would know, but stopped himself. If one of the other chosen had this power, and needed to confide in their parents for stability, then he would be removing that option from them. Earlier today he had ensured their safety, and he might buttress their defenses later, but could not make any action until he sorted everything out.
“So, you want me to prove it to you, with just your hopes, inside this safe zone, without involving anyone else.”
Maki grimaced at him “You have superpowers, piece of cake right?” Proving his power suddenly got harder, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about this scenario before arriving.
“Do you have a deck of cards?” Maki shook her head.
“I don’t keep stuff like that at work, besides I’m not going to believe you even if you pull off something with one in a million odds, you’re expected to be able to do at least that.” Add something physically impossible to the list. He’d only done that what, twice? Once by teleporting Daisuke and again by turning Hikari into a cat girl. He didn’t suppose Maki was a furry.
He searched her desk, not finding anything that looked important, but maybe still. If he could destroy something vital of hers and bring it back that would count right? “I don’t suppose you can let me out of these handcuffs, huh?”
“Actually,” Maki said digging around, “I should probably tie you to the chair too, for good measure.”
Well that was great, he was in no position to fight her on this, handicapped as he was she would be able to force him into any further restraints.
Maki brought out a tough rope and strung it around his chest a few times, pulling it tight. Takeru let out a gruff hiss as the bindings pulled against his skin.
“Sorry,” she muttered, fixing the rope tighter before locking him in place.
“Don’t be,” Takeru said with a wink. “A beautiful girl tying me down is pretty typical of my Tuesdays.” Maki’s eyes widened a bit, and she quickly turned away.
Well, that might just work.
“Maki is this room soundproofed?” Takeru asked.
“Of course,” she replied, slowly walking toward her desk to prolong the time she spent looking away from him, “With the digital pulse running no one will be able to hear anything.”
“So that mean you have a handsome, barely legal blond tied up in your office subject to your every whim?”
“Takeru,” She turned back to him, “What exactly do you think of me?”
“I think maybe you should let some of those inhibitions go.”
I hope I can unleash all my naughty fantasies on this boy
He really ought to get better at controlling his terrible smirk, it was going to give him away one of these days.
Maki looked away for a bit, then walked back to him, cupping his cheeks between her hands before planting a wet kiss right on his lips. Takeru melted into the kiss, massaging her tongue as it entered his mouth. He felt her weight suddenly appear on his lap, her hands running up and down his chest.
After a few minutes, she broke the kiss, looking away. “What are we doing?” she asked.
It was a rhetorical question, but Takeru couldn’t stop himself from answering. “Something you desperately want to do, but would never do in a million years.”
“Crap.” Maki said between kisses, “You have no idea how much work you just made for me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not, You’re going to be able to tell all your friends you slept with a secret agent. Why would you be sorry?”
She reengaged his mouth with her own, shifting slightly to give her hands access to his groin. She gave him a few teasing rubs but refused to go further. Takeru strained against the ropes, desperate to pull in his partner in and take control.
“None for you yet,” Maki said, breaking the kiss to straighten her back. Her hands left his body, and pulled off her blazer before running up the sides of her shirt enticingly. When she got to her chest her thumbs hooked her bra, pulling it upward until her glorious bust was free. She let her shirt and bra rest above her chest, feeling no need to completely remove them. Her tits were swinging alluringly in front of the blond’s face.
Obediently, Takeru gave in to temptation, taking the nearest nipple in his mouth and running his tongue over it as he suckled.
“That’s a good boy” Maki teased. “You get what you work for. If you can make me cum, and I feel like it, then maybe I’ll get you off.”
If Maki had received Takeru’s power, the first thing she would have done was ensure the safety of herself, the other agents, and the Chosen. The second thing she would have done was find a way to improve herself physically and mentally. Had Takeru optimized his body then these ropes would not hold him and he would be free to do as he liked. But Takeru was a nineteen-year-old, and clearly thought like one; far more focused on sex than more practical applications.
That was likely why he had a look that could make any girl wet, or why she could feel every roll of his tongue reflected directly on her clit. She had been playing him when she demanded he make her cum from this, but as the blond switched breasts, enveloping her erect nipple, Maki couldn’t help but want to repay him for this wonderful experience. She had never felt so good from breast play alone, it was an act to get her wet, not to cream her panties.
Her knees went weak, and she collapsed on him, spraying so hard he would feel it even through the layers of clothing. Dear lord, how long had it been since she came like that? It had been a while since she had a partner at all, at the very least she needed this to flush the cobwebs out.
“That was, amaz-” she caught herself “Acceptable, I guess I can reward you.”
She rolled her hips against his a couple times to confirm the blond was still hard, as if he would soften after seeing her make such an erotic mess. Then she got off of him, unbuttoned his shorts, and pulled them down to his knees, freeing his erect cock. If only the rest of the boy was so lucky.
To Takeru’s dismay, Maki moved away from his dick after freeing it, refusing to touch the offending appendage. Instead she sat up on her desk, well out of reach to the restrained and frustrated blond. This angle showed off her dangerously long legs and still exposed breasts, but her skirt still held her lower modesty in place.
“Naughty boy.” Maki said, noting the location of his gaze. She raised her right foot, now free of her stilettos, and shoved it into his crotch, trapping his dick between the soft leggings and his own stomach. “For a dirty boy like you my feet should be enough.”
She ran her toe up and down his length, teasing him and keeping him on edge until he admitted to wanting more. This was one of those fantasies Takeru had heard people talk about but never expected to happened in real life, although he supposed it was more realistic than some of the things he’d already done.
Maki next brought up her left foot and wedged his cock between her feet. She rolled it around a bit, caressing the tip. Then she pushed harder, jerking him off with her feet.
“Look at you, helpless, tied down, and so desperate for release. You don’t even care how you get it do you?” she mocked as she kept him on edge. “So depraved, if you ask nicely enough, maybe I’ll let you finish.”
“Please.”
“Please what?” she demanded as she rolled his cock between her soles.
“Please let this dirty boy cum.” Maki sped up her actions as a devious smile graced her face.
“Cum for me, stud. I want to see you spray it all over my feet.”
Takeru obliged, jets of white painting Maki’s stockings as her hungry grin got wider.
“You naughty boy, now I have to take these off, is that what you wanted all along?” she mocked.
“Don’t blame me, I can’t do anything.” Takeru returned.
She took her extended leg and lightly slapped his cheek with her foot. “Smart aleck, huh. I’ll show you what backtalk gets you.” But instead of the punishment he expected Maki rolled down her leggings, flashing her crotch at him briefly as she did. An action the blond could not help but follow closely.
“Oh you poor overstimulated boy, do you really want to see it that bad?” Takeru nodded. And nearly jumped as Maki reached across. She grabbed the back of the chair and tipped it forward, the blond barely catching himself on his knees as he went face first into her mound.
“Eager aren’t you” she teased, using one hand to push his head away while the other flipped her skirt up and moved her parties to the side. “There you go. That’s how you do it proper.”
Takeru dove in, loving the wetness he found, he lapped at the juices on the lips of her slit. Maki wanted him to go further though, she wrapped her legs around his head, pulling him in and forcing his face to grind against her pussy. Takeru understood and let his tongue explore her willing folds. He found this much harder to do without a hand to spread her cunt, but didn’t say anything. His mouth was busy anyway.
Holding back a smirk he moved up to suck on her clit as she trembled under his ministrations. Maki was making full use of the soundproofing screaming his name to god as he ate her out. Her toes clenched as her heels dug into his back. Trapping the boy and urging him on with every breath.
Takeru worked diligently, enjoying the eroticism of the position he found himself in. The older woman was having trouble keeping her façade of composure, and every touch was turning her more and more into a pile of goo. Before long her hands went to her breasts to play with her nipples as she moaned his name. “Takeru, please.”
He moved to finish and before long she let out her most erotic shout yet as he drank down her orgasmic fluids. Takeru rode out her orgasm, never stopping pleasing her until her muscles unclenched and limbs went limp.
It never happened, instead Maki’s hands found their way to blond hair, fixing his head in place. “It’ll take more than just one for you to get what you want.” she ordered. He hid a smirk. Despite her attitude he knew he be buried inside this cunt soon enough. Maki herself had seen to that. Until then he could play her game.
He continued to eat her out, moving away from her clit to reexamine all her secret nooks. Tring desperately to see if he could make her squeal. Maki’s body recovered surprisingly quickly, and before long she was on edge again. But by this point Takeru had found most of the spots that made her legs shake, and he actively avoided them.
Perpetually on edge, Maki’s pleasure was doubled. She could not beg for gratification without losing their game, and Takeru knew that as he continued tracing the outside of her lips with his tongue. Until he figured she’d earned release through torture, and went all in on her pleasure.
Maki collapsed in orgasm, her mussels relaxing and freeing the blond. He stood up, back still bent over by the chair, at this height her exhausted face could clearly see his erection. Maki smiled and kicked him back until he was sitting again.
Breathing heavily, she pulled herself of the desk and straddled him again, making sure her panties were still out of the way before planting a long kiss on his lips.
“That was surprisingly good, let’s hope the rest of you can keep up. You better not pop off as soon as you get it in.” Takeru smirked.
Maki expected to ride him hard and fast from the outset, she did not expect to cum as she eased herself down onto her desire. It was at that point she noticed his dumb grin and muttered something about him cheating, not that Takeru cared. Instead he raised his knees and dropped them, impaling Maki as actively as he could in this position.
Getting the idea, the woman soon began to bounce on his cock. Takeru let out a performative moan, letting Maki know just how much he appreciated her endeavors. And why shouldn’t he, he had a beautiful seductress pleasuring him while he sat back and relaxed into his restraints. So long as he didn’t act too much like he was in control Maki would be fine, she was having trouble concentrating anyway.
With so long without sex - hell it had months since Maki had even used a dildo - going up against Takeru’s magically enhanced cock was hardly fair.   It felt like he was hitting all her nerves at once when she dropped herself down to the hilt, and she could feel every inch of it leave as she picked herself up. Orgasms came as frequent as her breaths, to the point where Maki wondered whether they weren’t really orgasms and she’d never had a real one before in her life.
“Cum in me.” Maki ordered, stopping her face from showing the pleasure she felt. She still needed to be in control here, no matter how desperate for his dick she was.   Arms wrapped around blond hair as Takeru found his face firmly wedged between her breasts. She never stopped rolling her hips even as she began to sing his praises, urgently trying to set him over the edge
“Empty your balls inside me Big Boy. I know you want to.” Overcome by her enthusiasm Takeru relented, releasing liquid pleasure into Maki’s body. Her muscles tensed as a new orgasm washed over her. She clung to Takeru’s head, worried she might fall off him if she didn’t. Every shot of cum inside her triggered a new, better orgasm, she had never experienced anything close to this. That damn cheater.
When the agent recovered she gave him a passionate kiss before she pulled herself off him. Takeru took notice of her disheveled and sweat-saturated clothes, not that his were much better but he didn’t have to go back to work after this. “Perhaps we should have undressed properly first.”
Maki acknowledged that, but refused to give in, she stood up to comport herself and turned back toward her desk. “Maybe” she said stopping suddenly. What happened next was a blur to Takeru, in a flurry of colour Maki whipped around and, well he wasn’t sure what happened next; just that he ended up on his back on the ground, still tied to the chair.
“But if undressing takes even a few seconds, that’s time I don’t want to wait.” Maki explained as she slowly walked back to him. Takeru gulped, tied to the chair with arms handcuffed behind his back, this was quite the painful position, even worse he wasn’t sure he could get up alone.
When Maki got to him she stood with one foot on either side of his head giving Takeru a perfect view up her skirt. He could still make out her swollen labia, with both their cum leaking from it.
“Snack time.” she said kneeling with a smirk that gave Takeru a run for his money “What’s the matter, you had no issues before. And a strapping thing like you would be delighted if a girl swallowed your cum. You don’t have double standards do you?”
To be honest, eating his own cum out of a girl’s pussy was something Takeru had done a few times, mostly as a heat of the moment type thing. Although this would be by far the freshest batch. He picked his head up off the ground and raised it to her lower lips. The depravity set Maki off as much as the first lick from his tongue, And Takeru wouldn’t have been surprised if she lost it right then.
Shaken by aftershocks of her orgasm, Maki felt like she was going to have to stop soon. She loved every second of this, and it had been far too long since she had done anything near this kinky. But right now Takeru’s tongue made every thought disappear from her head. Jumping on his cock again might kill her, would she even have enough control of her body to hop on him? Or to stop? Maybe she should untie him and let the boy go wild.
There was an idea, what would Takeru do if he was free? Tied up had been the best sex of her life and the blond had nominally contributed. If he could let loose on her like an animal, what kind of passion could she experience.
There was a click, followed by the sound of something snapping. Maki lifted herself up slightly to check what happened. Next thing she knew a pair of hands were on her waist and she was hoisted up into the air.
Takeru had freed himself of his bindings, apparently by muscles alone. The blond managed to stand while keeping Maki off the ground all the while. He took his helpless prey and shoved her against the wall. Maki let out a gasp as the wind was knocked out of her. She must have wanted this; it was the only way Takeru could have freed himself. That boy was dangerous, even more so as he lined himself up with her and thrust himself back inside.
Maki’s legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned her to the wall with the strength of his thrusts. He grunted like the personified animal he was as he took her with wild abandon. Allowing himself to get lost in her body as he took her with a roughness foreign to him. Her mind had not yet recovered from his spontaneous reversal; her body was helpless before the hurricane of his passion as each of his thrusts redefined the term ‘sexual pleasure’ for her.
Her moans rose to create a harmony with his grunts against the consistent beat formed by the squelching sounds of her own used pussy and the constant smacking of flesh against flesh. Unthinkingly, Maki’s fingernails dug into the blond’s back, scratching a path his little girlfriend was soon to see later. When had her hands gotten beneath his shirt? She didn’t care, instead she followed their lead, digging her heels into his abdomen and leaning forward to nip at his neck. Instinctively trying to leave some mark on him half as palpable as the experience was for her.
The rough treatment drove Takeru even more wild, pushing his length harder and deeper than Maki thought possible, she gasped and moaned surrendering to the waves of pleasure that constantly rocked her body.
Suddenly her back was removed from the wall. Her head spun as she tried to figure out what was happening, but Takeru didn’t stop pounding her even as he moved them to their destination. His magical dick proved a most persistent distraction, and she soon gave up her quest to match familiar walls to a familiar office. She focused all her energy on clinging to him, using her strong muscles to prevent herself from falling.
Familiar walls gave way to a familiar ceiling as Takeru dropped her on her desk, his cock temporarily jarred lose in the transition. She hastily welcomed him back inside as he took her again. Her ass was sitting half off the desk and she could feel the desk edge pushing into her with each thrust, reflecting his pain back onto her. Maki reciprocated by scratching the back of his neck, forcing him to lean inward as he pounded, until his shoulder was in range for a more powerful bite, not enough to break the skin but enough to make him yelp and lose focus. With concentration now broken the blond could no longer stop himself from flooding into the woman.
His essence shot into her, filling her and heightening her senses. Her legs kicked outside her control as she let out an unintelligible string of syllables while the hands-down most powerful orgasm of her life overtook her. Her senses shut down in defense, she couldn’t hear, see or feel anything.
So imagine how surprised she was to find herself flipped on her front, bent over her desk with Takeru’s godly cock preparing to invade a very different hole.
“Wait,” she croaked as loudly as she could, aftershocks still evident in her voice “we don’t have any lube. It won’t-” her protest didn’t sound very convincing, even to her ears. His response was a hearty laugh.
“You forget why I came here? I don’t need lube if you don’t want it. I’m going to fuck your ass either way, but if you hope you’ll be fine everything will work out.”
That was right, anal was hardly an issue to this teenage sex god. But Maki was never one to squander an opportunity, if he would take her no matter what then she might as well get something out of it. Even if she wasn’t sure she would ever employ her newly gained trait.
I hope my ass can survive any sex
I hope all the pain I feel from my ass turns into pleasure
A loud smack rang clear as Maki felt a hand hit the outside of her ass cheek. A wave of electricity ran up her body. Apparently all pain meant all pain. Maki didn’t have long to contemplate the profound consequences, as Takeru resumed his efforts, taking her ass even harder than he took her cunt a few minutes ago.
Pleasure exploded from her ass as Takeru fucked her mercilessly. She yowled in indescribable joy as her ass was pounded raw by a dry dick. An hour ago she would have snapped his neck for trying, now she was considering thanking him. Not that he needed it, with his sexual prowess he likely had girls lining up for a turn. Takeru’s hands made it back to her rear, squeezing her full cheeks as he pushed his rod into the tight hole between them.
Her sphincter was being forced open again and again as he plunged in deep, and she could not get enough of the sensations emanating from her butt. Her body may have been sending pleasure signals, but those were still pain nerves, instinctively her body reacted. Clenching down hard her anus attempted to push out the intrusion, he responded with even more brutality behind his thrusts taking her even closer to heaven as her vision clouded with white.
Maki begged him to go harder, to use her mercilessly even as he set about destroying her ass. Every thrust sent burning pleasure up through her body. Her juices shot from her neglected cunt onto the desk throughout her constant stream of orgasm. With a couple errant hopes she had turned herself into an unrepentant butt slut, and didn’t want to go back.
Pain induced pleasure mounted throughout her body as multiple orgasms ebbed and flowed through her. The last conscious thought she could remember was about how one day would not be enough to fully sate her newfound lust. She’d need to get him to do this again. And with that hopeful promise the agent blacked out.
When Maki came to her head was face down on the desk and Takeru’s seed was oozing from her ass. One arm was numb from how she had passed out and her bottom still had a pleasurable ring to it. In her head somewhere she knew that would normally be pain, but she didn’t care. Right now she just wanted to explore her newfound gift more and more.
“Can we,” she said with as much composure as possible “do that again?”
“If you think you can take it.” Takeru said, but he made no move to take her. She realized he may be afraid of her passing out again, if anyone interrupted him fucking an unconscious agent it would not end well for him. But that problem was trivial before his awesome might. Maki immediately hoped she would not pass out from the sex.
Takeru’s smirk and confidence returned as he pushed himself against her wonderfully throbbing ass. Just as he was about to penetrate her again a loud banging sound came forward. Maki immediately checked the analog clock on her wall. How long had she been out for? An hour and a half had already passed!
By standard operating procedure more agents would rush in if she didn’t go online again after an hour and a half. The knock was customary, warning whoever was inside to stop talking if they were saying anything private. They had just seconds to fix the room: with books and binders everywhere, cumstains on the floor, Takeru in broken handcuffs standing over a broken chair, both of them rank with the stench of sweat and sex.
She needed more time.
Takeru’s smirk and confidence returned as he pushed himself against her wonderfully throbbing ass. Just when he was about to penetrate her he stopped. “Maki?” he asked once again delaying her joy “How much time do we have left?”
She wanted to scold him, but it was a legitimate question. The other agents would check in on her after two hours of darkness, and looking over at the analog clock she found they only had half an hour left.
Except that was wrong, wasn’t it? Standard operating procedure was an hour and a half. And hadn’t some agents been banging on the door a second ago? The alternate world filled Maki’s head and made it throb. Unfortunately, she got no pleasure from this pain.
“Did you just?” Maki paused, questioning “Rewrite history?”
“I think so.” the blond returned. Pulling away from her and picking the chair off the ground. Half of Maki wanted to continue, but more of her knew to use the reprieve to save her embarrassment. With a couple mutual hopes Maki’s office was fixed and Takeru’s handcuffs properly reapplied.
“I did have more to talk about, before we, you know.” That part actually surprised her, given how driven Takeru had been in the past hour and a half she expected that sex with her was his endgame. She tried hard to focus on his words as she felt the complimentary sensations from her bottom. With Takeru being so rough she was sure to be sore for a week, which meant she would feel pleasure for a week.
“As you may have learned, sometimes my actions have unintended consequences, which can be really hard to explain.” his gaze shifted to her desk, motioning toward her bottom as best he could. She had no fear he would change it though, for she had no hope he would. “And well, I guess that’s why I came to you.”
“What exactly needs fixing?” she asked. Knowing Takeru his heart was in the right place, but sometimes people could only learn the hard way. It was the only thing that had ever worked for her.
“Well.” Takeru said, refusing to meet her gaze “It’s Hikari, she’s turned into a bit of a nymphomaniac.”
“I don’t blame her.” Maki said. “You have that effect on people. She was a virgin before you, wasn’t she.” he shifted in his seat confirming her suspicions. “So you go from zero to a thousand in one night, of course she’d be addicted to you after that.”
“It’s worse than that.” Takeru said, he couldn’t explain it the best without selling out Daisuke though. “She’s lost so much of her old self, and when I got her to realize everything that changed, she refused to tell me.” He finally looked up at her, tears in his eyes. “She was crying; told me I’d hate her if I knew the truth.”
“So you’re worried you somehow irreversibly changed her.” Maki filled in, it was a powerful story, but lacked one crucial detail. “Unless she tells me what changed I refuse to change her back. Doing it without her consent would be unethical, and I take it from miss Yagami’s absence that she likes the new her?”
Takeru did not answer, confirming the other’s suspicions. “And we have no evidence the old her would say no to the new one. I refuse to drastically change her life like that.”
“But what if I changed her into someone who didn’t want to be changed back? What if the reason she thinks I would hate her is because I would despise myself for taking advantage of her?”
Maki couldn’t help but laugh, his power was all about manipulating errant desires of people, and if she was any indication no one would mind. The fact Takeru hadn’t figured this out yet might be why his girlfriend was so reluctant to talk to him. “Time is almost up. Go home.” she stood up and fetched the key for his handcuffs.
“Keep in mind, Hikari is Homeostasis’ avatar, Homeostasis is the embodiment of balance and resistance to change. If you were really forcing Hikari into someone she didn’t want to be, you would have been met with fire and fury the likes of which you can’t comprehend.” her face twisted into a grimace “Trust me.”
That part did little to reassure Takeru, who had seen much forced onto Hikari with no divine retribution. But the subject was close enough to Maki’s heart he did not press.
“One last thing, to be safe,” Maki called out as he turned to leave “we should make it so no one finds out about this.” This gave Takeru pause, but he did not elaborate, seemingly afraid to voice his concerns. She gave him a smirk “You want to be able to tell all your friends you fucked a secret agent, don’t you.” his cheeks turned pink, and Maki had to admit she had a friend oversees in England she wanted to at least paraphrase the story to when they visited next.
I hope no one in the agency finds out about this.
There, keeping it out of the agency would also keep it away from anywhere more public. More importantly it would keep it away from Daigo. If her former lover discovered she had sex with someone ten years younger than her, he’d never let her live it down. If he learned she had utilized state of the art technology to have sex in her office, he would spend a month pouting. If he caught wind she apparently was into anal now, he’d never stop harassing her for another chance.
If Daigo learned Takeru was the cause of all three in one session, he would hunt the younger boy down and demand to learn all his ways, and Maki didn’t trust Takeru with her former lover’s hopes.
Despite all this, she should have been more restrictive in who could learn about their tryst.
Five thousand miles away, in the depths of Silicon Valley, one man picked up the whole exchange. He had many conversations to monitor, and listened to most of them on fast forward while working on more important tasks. By any stretch he was overqualified for this, having served two tours in the military before graduating into mission so classified most four star generals didn’t even know about it. Raijin was also a technical genius, once hacking a satellite to save his platoon in Afghanistan when allied communications went down.
To most people, someone of his caliber becoming a gofer to a kid would be a painful misallocation of resources; but then, most people didn’t know his boss. After all, digital gate pulses were classified technology that, as far as he knew, top scientists were still trying to perfect, and yet his boss’s bugs ignored the Japanese tech as perfectly as the listening devices did normal EMPs. And while using this kind of technology to spy on an ally was wrong, well technically he didn’t work for the military anymore.
When a guy with that kind of vision gives you a list of targets and asks you to monitor their conversations for anomalies, you do it, no questions asked. And that had to count as an anomaly. Raijin transferred the audio files onto a thumb drive and prepared to head to his boss’s house.
Even to his boss Raijin was a tad overqualified, but there were few people he could trust to keep quiet, fewer still who spoke Japanese. And thus he was the only one with the proper credentials for this job.
Raijin’s grandparents had spent their life in internment camps during world war two, but Raijin had never held it against his country, his mother had married into a military family, and his father picked the name. Thunder God, sounded like a good fighting name, and it didn’t matter to anyone in America whether he would have been laughed at in Japan.
Raijin was always a genius growing up, he learned to speak English, Spanish, Japanese, and Chinese before he got out of High school, and learned to converse with the Afghan natives while he was there. In his second deployment he was moved to Okinawa, apparently someone was scared his brain was too valuable for combat, and on a secret mission is Asia he met his boss.
Well, rescued, actually.
“Sir.” Raijin said, his own thumbprint was registered in the security system and his boss let him in whenever he had an issue. “I have some files for you, I don’t know if they were what you were looking for, but their definitely peculiar.”
“You don’t have to call me ‘sir’, now what’s so strange?” the boy asked, plugging the files into an old laptop. It was a stupid level of paranoia. His boss’s antivirus could stop anything mankind could think up, why bother separating the drive?
“Just go to the middle, you’ll figure it out” his boss obliged, and the sounds of a woman’s shrieks filled the air. His boss, shut it down instantly, blushing deep red.
“This was…”
“Maki Himekawa” Raijin replied. “I don’t think it’s what you were looking for, and Marionette might have caught it anyway.”
“Very good,” his boss said. “it wasn’t what I was looking for, but it is still absolutely crucial to know.” His boss trusted him, so Raijin felt no need to hide the doubt on his face.
“Raijin, what I say next absolutely stays right here. Do you know of the digital anomalies?”
“You mean the monsters that crash all our equipment and always run amok?” his boss’s eye twitched.
“Yes, we don’t normally deal with them here -” he meant there was a different officially nonexistent unit tasked with managing the anomalies, “-all official records of the monsters tend to erase themselves of computers, only analog versions are kept, but those records will tell you the first interaction between humans and digital monsters happened August third nineteen-ninety-nine.
“I don’t blame them; they couldn’t possibly know the truth. The first actual interaction happened five years earlier, when a gate opened at Hikarigaoka. Five kids disappeared for a day. One egg came through when they left and one beast came out when they got back. No witnesses survived, and everyone believed the damage was caused by a terrorist attack.
“The one person who opened that first gate, the first contact between humans and digital anomalies, was a fourteen-year-old Maki Himekawa. What’s more, last time she was emotionally compromised the whole world almost ended. So her possibly being emotionally compromised again is a big deal.”
“Thank you sir.” The comment was directed more in the faith involved in divulging the information than the reaffirmation of his usefulness. “The recording also mentions something else weird, superpowers. I’m not sure if that was just a sex thing though, but given what I’ve seen in my life I’d believe a lot.”
“I will look into it, it’s possible the Japanese are trying to create Digital Humans.” Raijin shuddered, just because the Japanese had the most frequent contact with the anomalies didn’t mean they should play god like that.
“I don’t think it was that kind of superpower. But you should check it out, to be safe.”
Raijin turned to leave, his boss’s trust reassured. A voice called out to him. “And Raijin, if you could do me one favor, if Maki mentioned any names in this recording, please forget them.” an odd request, but his boss had just told him state secrets that the state didn’t even know. Obeying him was normally the best option, regardless of how unintuitive it was it always worked out in the end.
“I will Sir.”
“And for god’s sake your ten years older than me. Call me Koushiro.”
The recording was less than two hours long, but Koushiro spent five hours replaying it.   The situation didn’t make sense to him: when Koushiro left japan the Takeru he left behind would certainly go to Yamato when his crest powers activated, just as Daisuke and Hikari would go to Taichi, and Ken would go to Daisuke. There was no real threat of this kind of experimentation happening.
Then again, Takeru’s power was far stronger than any he’d seen so far. And Takeru knew that too. One bad day and the blond could wipe out a country. Koushiro could hardly blame the boy for using his power to get laid, it would be hypocritical. But he was also less confident than Maki that Hikari was unaffected. Takeru was showing remorse now, but logical fallacies weren’t entirely obvious. If Takeru justified every action away, and had a willing partner, he could become a god-king with no effort, and not even CC1 would be able to stop him.
On the other hand, if Takeru’s power was constructively utilized then Koushiro’s job could become a hell of a lot easier, so easy he would never have to rely on CC1 again. This called for a proper investigation.
“Marionette,” Koushiro called his digital assistant. “get me all the files you can on Takeru Takaishi for the last six months.”
“Understood. Takeru graduated from Odaiba high in the seventy third percentile. He did not continue on to post-secondary, instead he got a job as an intern at the Daily Bulletin. Company records indicate that too many interns were hired and he was let go the same day. No other employment information found. Recently someone of that name won six hundred thousand yen from lottery tickets, and purchased a plane ticket to France, in the name of Hikari Yagami. No other industry information found. Hacking government records.”
Koushiro stopped his computer and focused on the Daily Bulletin job. A quick search with Marionette found they hired another intern next week. So it was likely Takeru gained his power then and used it to live a life without having to work, a theory supported by the lottery wins. That still didn’t explain why he didn’t talk to Yamato about it, and hardly gave any information on what had changed.
He would have to do this the hard way. The boy checked his clock to be sure, then dialed a familiar number.
“Hey Mimi, what’s the latest gossip?”

Note: the backstory of Maki’s group leaving at the time of the first movie I made up. I’m not even so sure it works with their ages but whatever.
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