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Demon in the Corner	By : c0p13r Category: +G to L > Kenichi: The Mightiest Disciple Views: 3831 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘Kenichi’ and make no money off this fic.

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- 1-Demon in the Corner
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“Now remember the rules, Kenichi.”
“Of course~♥”
“If you can’t follow the rules, we’ll have to go back to only hands.”
“Mm-hmm~♥”
“Okay then. Here we go.” Miu was blushing furiously but got into position above Kenichi. The boy’s hands were clasped in a prayer-like manner and his face glowed happy pink while she took her stance above him. Every now and then, it seemed, Heaven opened overhead to shower grace upon him. He and Miu had started a physical, intimate relationship. No confusing things! This is strictly to help relax! She had laid down the law when she first gave him a handjob, and the resulting mess was such a hassle to clean up. Following that, she had tried giving him head, but when he fired off in her mouth, she thought she’d throw up. ‘We can just try the real thing’ was Kenichi’s sheepish suggestion, fiddling his fingertips together. He was floored when she agreed. Of course, being overstimulated and overjoyed, he came inside her. Miu shrieked as she watched the white ooze pour out of her after he uncorked her. ‘Wah! Kenichi, what did you do?!’
“Don’t worry,” he gushed now as Miu put his organ between her thighs, hesitant to ease his emerged cock into her smooth gash. There had once been a flaxen meadow that Kenichi adored when he got first glimpse, but when he had his next look, it’d been sheared clean. She had not given an explanation while bashfully brandishing her bald snatch. Kenichi hadn’t complained at all, though he had taken the initiative to keep his own groin well-trimmed… so as to make Miu less self-conscious, of course!
He loved it when she held his cock! Her hands could be such rock-hard, painful things, but when gentle, there were feathery fingers, and leading him to wet heat. He giggled a little, loving the soft nuzzle; Miu made a murmur of pleasure to answer his fuss, carefully inserting the cock into her slit. Constant muscle training kept her tight; it was like he was burrowing into her for the first time!
Despite how her cunt drooled over him, Miu had to twist and roll her hips to fully embed him. She settled, adjusted atop his pelvis, reminded him of the conditions, and began to ride. She grunted softly each time she rocked down, feeling him pump against her cervical wall. Wincing with one closed eye, she asked him how it was. “Amazing, Miu,” he huffed, trying to keep his own eyes open to watch her breasts – though stuck beyond her blouse – wobble along with the impact of her mound down to his pelvis.
When neatly melded and in sync, Miu moved her hands from Kenichi’s torso to link fingers with him to keep him from getting too grabby. She was so sensitive about him ogling and groping her chest. Truthfully, he hadn’t even seen them naked yet, but had seen every other part of her in splendored glory. While balls-deep, her riding him firmly, he felt he shouldn’t complain, but there was no denying that as tone and shapely as the rest of her was, her bosoms always called attention to themselves. Spandex gave an idea of the curvature of her breasts and nipples, but Kenichi wanted to see them!
Miu pumped her body up and down on him, pulling up only halfway on his shaft so that he would not slip free. He did once before, and her skin crawled when his tip landed against her butthole. She had shrieked and slugged him out of reflex, but apologized profusely after she had calmed down. Now she had control, knew how to slide up his cock without losing him.
“Remember,” she panted, a bead of sweat running down the side of her flushed face. “Let me know when…”
“I will, I will.” Kenichi nodded frantically, focusing on nothing else but the warm, moist slide pulling at his cock. He arched to deepen the strokes, though bumping into her cervix brought her to stagger and say that she wasn’t prepared for that. “Sorry,” he hastened to say and tightened his fingers on her hands. “Not, pant!, a lot of time left for lunch!” That got Miu to switch to high gear, swinging her hips in pendulous motion, grinding her clit into his shorthairs so that she wouldn’t be left out of climax. Her rushing thrusts; he couldn’t help but smile, knowing how he could work her without touching her. Master Kensei had taught him so, to use psychology to deal with a woman.
“Kya!” Miu arched abruptly, her hands seizing as if to break Kenichi’s fingers. “Kenichi!” She shot an offended and angry look down at him. “I told you not to… touch me there!”
“What? But-but, Miu…!” Kenichi addressed both hands with his eyes to check himself and make sure that they were still linked with Miu’s. He stared up at her in a mix of confusion and fear, knowing how painful offending her could be. Surely she had to fess up that there was no way their interlocked hands allowed his touch to wander. His were just handlebars for her as she rode him.
“So sorry to intrude,” came the slithering voice of an alien demon before the bowl-haired, pointy-eared, scheming-eyed, and fanged-toothed rose over Miu’s left shoulder with a snakelike tongue lashing from an ear-to-pointy-ear grin, “but it looks so fun that I felt I needed to try.”
“Nijima?!” Kenichi and Miu exclaimed in unison, the latter following with a wail and trying to cover her butt from the foreign probing. “No!” she pleaded to his nonexistent mercy. “Don’t look there!”
If it were him, Kencihi thought with a grimace, she would have knocked him out already…
“Now, now, don’t be like that. You were practically inviting me to join.” Nijima’s laugh was raspy as his claws fondled Miu, quickly coiling his fingers around her breasts and deciphering her nipples. “Behaving like this in front of friends, you can only expect me to want to participate in this bonding exercise, ha-ha-ha!!”
“What are you talking about?!” Kenichi fumed, hating to see Miu’s face scrunch up so cutely in embarrassment while another guy touched her tits with no repercussions.
“I was back there, in that neat little corner.” Nijima gestured over his shoulder with his thumb to the dark and damp part of the room that an imp like him would certainly feel at home at. His hand went back to kneading Miu’s breasts through her blouse and bra. “How dare you exclude me from such activities, Kenichi? It’s downright criminal how you can treat your best friend!”
Kenichi bit back his tongue to avoid snapping at him. Dammit, he was still fully embedded in Miu’s pussy, and though she whined and squirmed, her insides were contracting all the while. “Get out of here, you alien freak!” He had to get right to the point, banish Nijima as fast as possible and hope to salvage Miu’s trust so that they could continue fucking at school after this mess!
“I don’t think so,” Nijima seethed, as if he already had made plans to stay. The back of his hand ran against Miu’s cheek, and he asked, “Now, Miu, would it be okay for me to take part? I promise not to be vulgar or offend you in any way.”
Miu should have said no immediately; Kenichi counted on her to say no! And yet… it was not ‘No’, but “I don’t know.” And the way she said it; so cutely and wayward!
“Not to worry, Miu. I have ways of making this for your utmost pleasure, whereas greedy Kenichi wants you to rush so he can be done.”
“Shut up!” Kenichi shouted back at him, nearly on the verge of unmounting Miu and showing Nijima the results of his training at Ryozanpaku. “Miu, get him out of here! He’s…!” He stopped when Miu looked at him. Those tender eyes of hers seemed far-off now, in a trance. His heart paused for that moment, and he could nearly see the tendrils of Nijima’s evil-inducing antennae delving into her skull. His eyes were already wide and mesmerizing; the evil brainwashing stare…
“Kenichi,” she said with a dead smile, “I think it’d be fine for our friend Nijima to join us this once.”
“Wha…?” Kenichi’s disbelief was drowned out by the height of Nijima’s victorious cackle. “Don’t worry, Kenichi,” he stated after his triumph. “I won’t be taking any spot your already have. I’ve already applied a helping of my special Escape Oil.” With that same oil dabbed onto his fingertips, he began to round Miu’s asshole firmly to apply the salve. As she whimpered and quivered from being touched so intimately, Nijima explained, “It’s normally for desperate escapes. You’d be surprised how often the strong go for full-body grabs. But oiled up in this stuff, you can get out of tight spots.” His grin deepened. “Or intothem.”
Kenichi’s cock dwarfed him, it was true; bloated and rigid, lined with veins and a swollen tract, foreskin peeled back from the head. Nijima had just a moment to study its size and shape before Miu’s nether lips claimed him. But he was more suited for the backdoor. Like most of his features, Nijima’s cock ended in a point, looking like a missile rather than a muscle. It stuck straight out, no hair grown, and no distinction from head to base but for a slight line to define the rim of his tip. He brought it up to Miu’s butt and pushed her cheeks apart, reveling in this moment. Who needs looks or kindness to get a girl? He had manipulation and deceit!
Despite his grin, he was sweating profusely as he neared the threshold of Miu’s ass. One slip and he was done for. His aura of otherworldly evil had suppressed Kenichi’s outbursts for the moment with confusion. He had to act fast to maintain his control of them both!
“Ah!” Miu jerked, her breasts moving under her shirt when the slim tip pushed against her hole. She nearly escaped the persuasion, but it was too late. Simply applying the head to her insides was all he needed to pump the rest of his smooth cock without a hitch. Her anus opened reluctantly to his intrusion, but when it was done, there was no turning back.
Poor Miu. Evil preyed on naivete, and she was too kind to see it before it was too late. And now Kenichi felt the pressure inside her; the slight swelling against her inner walls as two cocks nestled up into her.
“That wasn’t so bad,” said Nijima, much to Kenichi’s revulsion. While taking hold of her tits again, he peeked over to his ‘friend’ beneath the girl. “Now let’s all work together. And would it kill you to look like you’re not gonna throw up?!”
He had such audacity to reprimand Kenichi, though Kenichi could say that the experience had unsettled his stomach. Still, Miu’s body held him comfortably, and Nijima had set her back into motion, humping her from behind like he owned her. “Dammit,” Kenichi swore a final time before he committed to the sin and held Miu by the waist, bunching up her skirt and plowing his cock into her to make her moan and squeal.
The oil did its job very well. Despite it being her first time with any sort of anal play. Miu’s butt took in the narrow cock without any difficulty. He struck hard and fast into her, too, whispering things in her ear that should have gotten his tongue torn out. “Maybe we can do this again without Weak-Knees here,” he said to her while Kenichi was being loud on his own.
Miu looked sidelong at him, moaning herself. And then she nodded.
Pleased with that response, Nijima began to swat Miu’s firm ass with harder strokes, as if meaning to leave her cheeks beaten red when he was through. “Come now! Class will begin soon, and people will ask questions if the three of us are late!”
“Damn you… Nijima…!” Kenichi choked out. It stalled his arousal’s apex to even consider the unsightly alien freak, but Miu’s beauty countered him as well. Maintaining the erection was such a confusing thing, but Kenichi was willing to endure to spit his cum across her… Or… in her? Nijima’s spell might deaden her reaction to a blatant offense, but did he really want to risk it?
“Yah!!” He tensed and brought his bottom off the floor, hoisting Miu up and working her on his cock by his own hands’ strength. It was as if he shattered the hypnotic curse for the moment, for Miu immediately went wide-eyed and began squealing as he drove his erection upward, again and again, striking the most pleasurable parts in her body until her muscles tightened up around him.
But Nijima was not as delighted. Kenichi’s show of power had uprooted him from his spot to squat awkwardly behind Miu. It was slightly uncomfortable, and that was enough to irk him. So Kenichi wants to play that way, huh? Idiot! He’s no match for the Orbs of Weakness! “Hiyah!!” Grabbing fistfuls of Miu’s blouse, Nijima mustered his limited strength to tear the buttons off and un-shield flesh from the confines of bra cups. In their magnificent splendor, Miu’s tits burst into view, wobbling globes of pale, round flesh with cute, pink nipples erect at the front. “How’s that for your stamina?!”
Kenichi couldn’t respond. The fortitude he had mustered crumbled at once. Seeing the objects of his desire had sparked in him, and already he began to flood Miu’s womb with his seed. He dropped with an “Oomph!” and proceeded to curl his hips up into her, the jettisons firing with potent force, and Miu echoed the splashing cum with gasps. The chords of Kenichi’s neck flexed as his face contorted in effort to expel the last of his relief.
But when he was exhausted, Nijima made his own play. Tire the enemy out before advancing; Kenichi’s feeble brain couldn’t keep up with his genius! With nothing to hinder him, Nijima shoved his weight into Miu and pushed her forward; trembling as much as she was, she had no choice but to yield to his might. Kenichi hadn’t anything to complain about when he wound up smothered in between her bare breasts; soft pillows on either side of his face.
“There we go! Now you get to revel in the pleasure only I can bestow upon you!” Nijima siphoned Kenichi’s efforts with Miu to bring her to quick climax when he began to hammer recklessly at her butt, bouncing off her globes and shoving up her colon in all haste. He must keep the momentum, keep her elated! He reached around and tweaked her nipples to address the eroticism of her modesty.
She came in sync with him, squirting along Kenichi’s lap and soiling his pants – he would regret not taking them off afterward – while Nijima threw his hips forward and gave a maniacal hoot as he began the invasion of her bowels with his genetic code. The droves multiplied with every gooey spurt. And holding out for so long, he implanted a heavy colony inside her, Nijima-face tadpoles cackling as they spread through her.
“Oh yes~” hissed the alien freak, pursing his lips and memorizing the sight of his cock fully embedded in the school’s hottest girl’s behind. And a white ring of his planted cum began to spill out around him. For good measure, he gave two hard thrusts before taking himself out. He did not bother cleaning himself off and put himself back in his pants. “Heh!” He goaded over the two who had spent themselves completely on the ground. “Best compose yourselves. Class starts soon, and people will wonder where you two went off to. Heh-heh-heh!”
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Kenichi was running late to their meeting spot. Miu had agreed to take care of him with a handjob at lunch, and they had not spoken of when Nijima had joined them. It was almost as if it had been nothing more than an erotic nightmare that put the worst feelings in Kenichi’s gut. Maybe it hadn’t happened. Maybe it was just a coma-induced nightmare after taking one of Appachai’s jabs to the face.
He managed to convince himself of that, and since Miu never said anything about it… It must not have happened! So he had a smile on his face as he committed to his denial completely. “Sorry I’m late,” he said as he slid open the door with an erection leading at the front of his slacks, “I had to take a different path to avoid…”
He stopped at once.
Nijima was already there, sitting in Kenichi’s spot. And his dick was out. And Miu’s mouth was over his pointy dick. She suckled it eagerly, moaning and moving quickly to pleasure him. Spit rolled down his prick, and her exposed tits wobbled beneath her until her jaw tired; then she would push them up and massage Nijima’s cock with them like he had trained her to these past days. She knew that if she pleased him, he’d let her cum too.
“Yo, Kenichi,” he greeted casually with mock salute and wink. “How’s it going?”
Kenichi quaked. Miu didn’t even acknowledge him, still slobbering over Nijima’s cock. Didn’t she remember him?!
“Hey!” Nijima’s tone changed to irritation. “If you’re just going to stand there, wait outside until I’m done! That stupid look on your face is getting me out of the mood.”
“But… but I was meeting Miu here for lunch,” Kenichi said, slack jawed and stupefied.
Nijima scoffed. “Like I said: wait outside, and when I’m done, you can play tea party.” He turned back to the blonde and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her down all the way and reminding her not to neglect his balls. She obediently fondled them with her fingers, and when her mouth was free, she sucked them.
Kenichi, unable to say anything else, stepped back, his erection died down, and let Nijima and Miu to their privacy. He just waited outside the door, frozen in place even when he heard the crescendo of Nijima’s cackling.
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I got the idea when watching the anime, when Nijima was apparently watching Miu and Kenichi from the corner. It didn’t turn out quite like I expected, but at least it turned out. There’s an idea that Nijima employs Miu as a slut for the Shinpaku Alliance, where she gets plowed by everyone but Kenichi (to bait him to always work harder ((Nijima’s scheme))).
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