“That’s what you’re bothered about? Do you not even care that I’m naked!”
“That just makes it worse!”
This time, it was a kitchen sink that flew through the air like a ballistic missile.
“What the heck is up with these kitchen sinks?!” Kevin barely avoided being flattened.
Phoebe finally came to her senses and realized that the key to her procreation was in danger.
She didn’t hesitate to move in.
“Do not worry, Master! I will protect you!”
She ran forward to save Kevin from his predicament. Unfortunately, she’d forgotten that her feet were wet. Thus, she slipped along the floor. With no means of gaining proper traction, she slid right into Kevin, knocking them both over.
Phoebe pushed Kevin to the floor. She moaned when her breasts rubbed against his chest, enjoying the feel of electricity that ran down her spine from the contact. She could feel his entire body against hers.
“Master,” she moaned, “do you see now why skinship is so important?”
“...”
“Master?”
When Kevin didn’t answer her, Phoebe looked down. Kevin’s eyes had rolled up into the back of his head. She could see nothing but their whites. Furthermore, his neck had been twisted at an awkward angle and his tongue was hanging out. Fortunately, he was still breathing.
Phoebe lifted Kevin by the shoulders and began shaking him back and forth, as if doing so would help him regain consciousness. When that didn’t work, she started slapping his face.
“Master? Master? Wake up, Master.”
During this time, Polydora rushed into the hallway to see a naked Phoebe smacking an equally naked Kevin silly. It took her several seconds to understand what she was seeing, but when she realized that there was a naked Phoebe in front of her, and that Phoebe was straddling an equally naked Kevin, she reacted the only way she knew how.
She fainted.
***
Kevin met up with Lilian and the others for breakfast. He was sitting beside his girlfriend-slash-mate and her sister. Phoebe and Polydora were sitting at the same table but on the opposite side. Lilian was staring at him.
“Kevin?”
“Yes, Lilian?”
“Why are your cheeks all red?”
Kevin didn’t answer as he tried to eat his breakfast without cringing. His cheeks, which were red enough to make fire trucks jealous, looked quite swollen, like someone had shoved two balloons into his cheeks.
“That is my fault,” Phoebe admitted, sounding ashamed. “Master had been knocked unconscious, and I tried waking him up.”
Lilian tilted her head. “I’m not sure how trying to wake someone up could make their face look like it was smacked around by a mallet.”
“I tried to wake him up by hitting him.”
“Ah,” she and Iris said at the same time.
The group was sitting at one of the many tables in the cafeteria, which was mostly empty. Kevin had learned from Kotohime that the base was working with a skeleton crew right now. According to her, only about fifty people were currently living in this facility. It made sense. This base was supposed to be an emergency retreat in the event of something catastrophic happening, not a resort for yōkai to stay at whenever they pleased.
Sitting with them was Camellia. The beautiful mother of two was giggling like a child as she played with her food.
“Look, Kiri-Kiri! Look at what I made?”
Breakfast that morning was bacon and eggs. Camellia had been playing with the food so it formed a smiley face. She’d used the bacon to create lips and eggs to create eyes and a nose. It was crude and looked like something a five-year-old would create.
Kevin glanced at Lilian. The redhead didn’t appear to be paying attention, but if he looked closely enough, he could see the way she gripped her fork more tightly than she needed to, and how her tails bristled in agitation. Most telling of her feelings, however, was the way her eyes welled up. She refused to cry, and indeed, Kevin suspected that she had already cried over this very matter more than enough, but he could see the hurt in her watery viridian gaze.
Feeling his own heart clench, Kevin knew that he needed to distract her from whatever tumultuous thoughts were boiling within her mind. Grabbing his own fork, he slid some eggs onto it and held it up.
“Lilian,” he grabbed her attention, “you’re not eating. Here, say ‘ah.’”
The two-tailed Celestial Kitsune didn’t seem to understand what he was doing at first. It took nearly five whole seconds, but then her eyes widened in understanding before, much like how the morning dew glistens with the first rays of sunlight, Lilian’s entire face seemed to gain a new luster.
“Ah.”
Lilian opened her mouth wide and allowed Kevin to place the fork in her mouth, which she slowly closed. Her lush lips formed a strangely erotic shape as they closed around the fork. Kevin slid his utensil out of her mouth, scooped up some more eggs, and continued feeding her.
Sitting next to her sister, Iris’s eyes took on a disturbing gleam. “Hey, Stud. I hope you plan on feeding me, too.”
“Nope,” Kevin said as he continued feeding an ecstatic Lilian.
Iris huffed. “How rude. What’s a girl gotta do to get a little love around here?”
“How about find herself a boyfriend?”
“I’ve read about this phenomenon before,” Phoebe mumbled as she stared at Kevin and Lilian, her expression more analytical than it probably should have been. “This is what they call spoon feeding, and it’s supposed to be something that people do when they’re in love.”
“Actually,” Iris corrected the yuma uba, “spoon feeding is when a parent feeds their child, and it’s not romantic at all.”
“I see.” Phoebe adopted a thinking pose, cupping her chin in her left hand, while drumming the index finger of her right hand against the table. “Then what do you call this?”
“I don’t think it actually has a name,” Iris confessed. “However, I like to call it ‘I want you to fuck me sign number twenty-five.’”
“Pardon?” Polydora, who’d been trying to quietly eat her breakfast, furrowed her brow. “What kind of name is that?”
Iris grinned lecherously. “An awesome name.”
“A stupid name.” Kevin glared at Iris as he set down his fork. “Seriously, what the heck kind of name is that?”
“The kind only Iris can come up with,” Lilian quipped, feeling much better, if the smile on her face was any indication.
“Hmph!” Iris crossed her arms. “You two just don’t understand my incredible capacity for coming up with suitably astounding names.”
“Whatever you say,” Lilian and Kevin said at the same time.
“Tch!” Iris clicked her tongue and looked away. “There it is again. So annoying.”
Breakfast continued and a few more people trickled in. Kevin made a game out of trying to name each yōkai species he saw. There were a pair of nekomata, a tengu whose pitch-black pinions flared from his back like the wings of a fallen angel, and a strangely feminine figure that he could not identify with a face that had hundreds of eyes on it.
“That’s a dodomeki,” Kotohime’s voice rang out behind him. “They’re also known as the Demons with Hundreds of Eyes. I did not expect to see one here in Arizona. Though considering their penchant for stealing, I suppose I should have.”
Everyone turned in their seats to see Kotohime giving them a grave look. Kevin would have wondered when she arrived, but that expression on her face made the question freeze in his throat.
“We have a problem,” she told them.
***
Kotohime brought them all to the command center. Stepping into the large room after the doors opened, Kevin was surprised to notice that the room was nearly empty—no, not empty. The command stations, which yōkai were normally always seated in at any given time were empty, but the room itself was not.
They sat around a large screen, which Ke
vin soon realized was a monitor playing the news. That meant the blackout must have ended, or maybe it was only temporary like last time. A news anchor was standing in front of the White House. The anchor was saying something, though he could not make it out until he walked closer.
“… The president has officially declared his intentions for all yōkai to receive wristbands, identifying them. When asked about his reasons for this decision, the president stated that it was ‘for the protection of all humanity’ and claimed that ‘having a way to identify who is and isn’t a yōkai will allow humans to better defend themselves from any supernatural manipulation.’ We’ll have more news on that later today. Back to you, Cheryl.”
The screen changed to a news station, which began talking about something far less monumental than what he’d just heard.
“This… how could they do this?” one of the yōkai asked, his chicken-like head and the fire he breathed from his mouth letting Kevin know that he was a basan: a fire breathing fowl yōkai whose legends originated from the Ehon Hyaku Monogatari, the Picture Book of a Hundred Stories.
“I don’t think the question is how they could do this, but why they would do it,” another said, and Kevin recognized him as Mack, the rabbit yōkai, which Kevin had learned was called a usagi. “By forcing yōkai to wear wristbands, it lets humans know that these people are different from them, that they are dangerous. It will breed fear in humans and resentment in yōkai.”
“But why would they want to do that?” asked the basan. “What purpose would they have for doing such a thing? Are they trying to start a war?”
“That is exactly what they are trying to do,” Kotohime intruded, bringing all attention to her. She ignored the looks from the other yōkai, appreciative and otherwise, and bowed her head to Monstrang. “My apologies for being so late, but I wanted my charge and her family here to learn of what has happened.”
“That’s fine,” Monstrang grunted. “Where’s Kiara?”
“On reconnaissance.”
Another grunt.
“So what was up with that announcement?” Iris asked, crossing her arms under her breasts, and thereby pushing them up. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her nipples poked through her shirt.
Several of the men present started drooling while at least two were felled by a nosebleed. Kevin almost facepalmed when he saw one person go down in a geyser of blood, while the other was launched clear across the room.
“You people do know that Iris is under age, don’t you?” Kevin muttered harshly.
“Is that jealousy I hear?” asked a grinning Iris.
“Hardly.”
“I would appreciate it if you didn’t make my men pass out,” Monstrang rumbled in displeasure.
“Oops. My bad.” Iris poked her tongue out and tried to look coy. “Though, it’s not really my fault they can’t handle a weak attack like this. I guess not every man can be like the stud over here.” She slinked up to him and put his free arm between the valley of her breasts. Having gone through this song and dance before, Kevin didn’t react much, but he could still appreciate how soft and elastic her breasts were as his arm was smashed between them. “You just get so much practice, don’t you?”
“Please don’t turn this into a meeting of debauchery,” Kevin said tiredly, even as he pulled his arm from her chest. Iris pouted but didn’t say anything.
“My sister’s antics aside, she does bring up a good point,” Lilian said. “What was all that on the news about?”
“The president has just passed a law that states all yōkai must now wear a wristband signifying them as such,” Monstrang’s grunting tones filled the room. “It’s called the Yōkai Identification Act, and it’s purportedly been passed in order to help protect people from yōkai manipulations.”
“But that’s not the real reason, is it?” Lilian pressed. “Wearing a wristband or an armband or whatever doesn’t stop yōkai from manipulating humans. It just means that people can identify them as yōkai now.”
“That is correct, Lilian-sama.” Kotohime gave her charge a smile of pride. It was a look that Kevin recognized. His mother sometimes gave him that look when he had done well in school… well, back when she wasn’t traveling so much. “We believe the true intent of this act is to sow discord between humans and yōkai.”
“Do you think The Sons and Daughters of Humanity are behind this?” asked Kevin.
“Indeed, that is exactly what we think,” Kotohime answered. “They are the ones who stand to gain the most from this act being passed. We already know they harbor a deep hatred for yōkai, and we know their modus operandi is supposedly to protect humanity from us. There is no doubt in my mind that all of this was done by them.”
“But why would they want to do something like this?” asked Lilian.
Kotohime gave her charge a look so serious that Kevin’s spine tingled, and he wasn’t even the recipient of it.
“I thought that would be obvious, Lilian-sama,” Kotohime said. “This is clearly the Sons and Daughters of Humanity’s first salvo in their war to exterminate all yōkai.”
***
Kotohime watched as the group of youngsters left the command center. Kevin led Lilian and Iris by the hand while Camellia and Kirihime trailed behind them. The young man had said something about going to train to “prepare for what was to come.” Despite the situation they were facing, his words brought a smile to her face.
“You didn’t tell them about Juan’s incarceration.”
Not knowing what else to do, Kotohime could only offer a shrug at Monstrang’s comment. “There isn’t much point. My kitsunetsuki lost the vehicle that contained him. Even if I were inclined to inform them of what happened to Valsiener-san, we couldn’t do anything about it.”
“Speaking of, we’ll need to find him soon.” Monstrang walked across the room, stopping in front of a large map posted across a board that hung from the wall. “We’re going to be in a much worse situation if we don’t have the information he can provide us with.”
Kotohime followed Monstrang. She stared at the map, which showed the city of Phoenix. It was highly detailed, revealing everything from freeways and major landmarks to side streets and small mom and pop shops.
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Kotohime assured Monstrang. “Kiara is currently tracking down Valsiener-san’s location. Apparently, her brother was also arrested and taken away in the same vehicle. If anyone can find their location, it’s her.”
“Let’s hope so,” Monstrang grunted.
***
“Ugh… I’m done.”
Iris slumped against the wall, her strength leaving her like dust in the wind. Her legs shook from the amount of energy she’d expended and her arms felt like someone had strapped lead weights to them. Her body was shaking, her chest was heaving, and her mind felt clouded over.
In short, she was done.
“How can they keep going like that?”
While Iris might have been finished, the two people who’d dragged her to the training facility weren’t. Kevin and Lilian continued sparring on the large blue mat in a blur of fists, feet, and illusions. Even as she continued watching, Kevin threw a punch at, if Iris had to guess, an illusory image of Lilian, because he stumbled forward a second later, his eyes widening in surprise as he passed through the redhead like she was a hologram.
It was a testament to how skilled he’d become to adapting to the unexpected that he didn’t stop moving. He tucked forward into a shoulder roll. Lilian struck the spot he’d been standing on with her tails. When the redhead saw that she had missed, she launched her tails at Kevin again. Unfortunately, Kevin must have already realized what she’d been going to do, as he ducked under the first tail, then wove around the second. He reached out just as the second tail passed, grabbed ahold of it with his left hand, and began caressing it with his finger.
Ho? Iris perked up. It looks like things are finally getting interesting.
Tails were one of a kitsune’s weak poi
nts. They were highly sensitive, especially when youki was being channeled through them like Lilian had done. Iris likened them to a giant erogenous zone.
“A-ahn!” Lilian moaned loudly and fell to her knees, her body quivering. Her cheeks became flushed and her breathing heavy. “N-no fair. You—ahn!—you know my tail is sensiti—oh!”
“I know,” Kevin admitted shamelessly as he continued stroking the underside of her tail. He was very gentle. It was more like a caress, but that probably made Lilian all the more hot and bothered. “But a warrior has to use every method of fighting available to him, especially since you’re using illusions.”
“B-but you said that—a-ahn!”
Lilian’s glistening thighs quivered and her butt cheeks clenched as Kevin continued playing with her tail. Her body became slick with sweat, which made her clothes cake to her skin. Lilian was lying on her stomach and chest—mostly her chest, which was so big they spilled out the sides—and her face was turned toward Iris, so she had a perfect view of the ecstasy on her sister’s face: The way Lilian’s cheeks had turned red, the vixen’s heavy breathing, and the small amount of drool leaking from her lips. Iris felt an incredible urge to plunge her tongue into Lilian’s mouth and ravage the redhead’s depths with her fingers.
Too bad she couldn’t even move.
Damn it. I bet the stud did this on purpose. He knows I’m watching and he’s doing this to torture me.
It was a stupid notion, certainly. Kevin wasn’t really the type to do that. Anytime he was intimate with Lilian, it was always behind locked doors. Chances were he’d simply forgotten about her in the heat of the moment. That still didn’t make this situation any better.
Iris sighed.
This sucks. I can’t even masturbate like this.
She stared at her arm, watching it intently as she tried lifting it up. Nope. That arm was not moving any time soon.
“You look awfully tired,” a male voice said to her left. “Having trouble keeping up with the two energetic lovers over there?”
Iris looked up to see the usagi from before. Looking at him more closely, she could see that he was probably what most people would consider handsome. His strong jaw lent him a masculine appearance, while the reddish pink hair framing his face gave him a slightly feminine quality. Ice blue eyes peeked out from behind slightly shaggy bangs. He was also quite muscular. The form-fitting sleeveless T-shirt conformed to his physique, which glistened lightly with sweat, showing that he’d just finished his own workout.
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