Subversive | Youkai #1

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Subversive | Youkai

Chapter 5 : 

Edge of Eden

“With this blood, one take.With this flesh, thousands own.”

When Hana wakes up, she finds herself surrounded by many men. She can’t see their faces, but she knows that she recognizes none of them. The girl abruptly jerks awake, wanting to put as much distance as possible. But the moment she blinks, the group of men are gone, replaced by three adorable boys who are sitting by her feet. Hana looks around, only to find herself sitting on top of traditional futon, inside a traditional yet well-kept Japanese room.

“Where am I?” comes her first question.

“Oh, you’re finally up. Do you feel better now?” the first boy asks cheerfully.

“I’d assume she’d still be weak from yesterday, Brother,” the second one says with a soft smile on his delicate round face, “Though she did make quite an amazing fast recovery.”

The third boy keeps quiet to himself, studying her in silence.

Hana glances at them and assesses their similar appearance. They all wear the same natural colored yukata. The three of them have short caramel brown hair, with short and slightly chubby stature that indicate their young age. They must be triplets, no older than the age of ten. Each of them have different eye color though.

“Who are you guys?”

“We are the Bakeneko brothers. You were brought here by one of the seniors,” the first one speaks again. He has a set of round golden eyes.

“Seniors?” It is by that mention that flashes of imagery finally cross her mind. Yesterday. At the school . . . Hiki-kun . . . The Nine-tailed Fox . . . . Oh Kami. She had s*x . . . she was raped by a . . .

Oh no . . . She gotta get away from this place!

“Wait, where are you going?” one of them asks.

“I don’t know. I just have to leave.”

“You can’t leave without a permission. That is just not possible,” says someone with a flat tone.

“I don’t care. I just gotta go.” But before Hana can even push open the door, one of the twins is already standing in front of it, blocking her way purposefully. She tries to sidestep the boy, but there is no getting around him.

“Please sit back. We are ordered specifically to keep you here.” It is the third twin. He has bottomless onyx eyes. “And there is no way that a mortal like you can escape this place.”

“Please! I just wanna get away. He— They might come back, and I don’t think I’m ready for this!”

“I’m sorry, but we can’t do that. You’re to be kept within the premises, which means that you’re our prisoner.”

“I— I don’t have to listen to you lot!”

When Hana tries to jerk open the door, her hand is struck by a jolt of lightning. It just comes out of nowhere, and the shock renders her weak. The girl lands on all fours when the shock of the electricity knocks the strength out of her.

“W-what the-e heck w-was that . . . ?” she asks breathlessly.

“A simple electrocution spell, intended to keep those we wish to stay inside,” answers the second boy, still with the same smile plastered on his face. He is the one with the green emerald eyes.

There is something unsettling about these kids. Something tells Hana that they are no ordinary kids. Wait, didn’t they say Bakeneko? Doesn’t that means that they are cat demons? These kids are youkai, too? It seems like youkai do exist in this world. How many more of them does she have to face?

Hana reassesses the triplets once again. These kids claim themselves to be youkai, but so far, she can’t see any demonic characteristic on them, so she confronts them about her doubt.

“These are not our real appearance,” the green eyed says. “We were ordered to keep you from our true appearance, in hope that you wouldn’t freak out when you wake up, but you did anyway.”

“So, does that mean we can show our real appearance now?” The golden eyed shakes it off even before his brothers can stop him. One moment Hana is looking at a perfectly ordinary boy, but the next she finds cat ears and tails poking out from him.

The sight of him causes her to take a few steps back, away from the boy and also the door. He doesn’t look scary, but the sudden transformation surprises her a little.

“It’s okay, we’re not here to harm you. We were ordered to prepare you as soon as you wake up,” the green eyed explains.

At that moment, the third boy takes his leave. Hana doesn’t even see it when the boy slips away from the room, only seeing the door closes back, obviously not electrocuted.

“Where did the other one go?”

“He went to inform the others. Come on, let’s begin the preparation,” the green eyed pulls at her sleeve.

“Prepare? For what?”

“You need a bath and a change of clothes. Now let’s go,” he says, rather impatiently, even though he still has that smile of his plastered on his face. Hana starts to feel rather creeped out by this boy.

The lead her to another room next door, which turns out to be a bathroom. A traditional one at that, where the floor is made out of wood, and there’s a tub made of wooden ready to be used. While the green eyed begins pouring in the water, the golden eyed approaches her.

“Alright, first thing first, off you go~!” The boy snaps his fingers together, and suddenly Hana’s clothes are gone.

The girl lets out a squeal when it happens, arms doing down in a pathetic attempt to cover herself.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to cover yourself, Hana-chan. We’ve already seen you before,” the boy tells her, eyes looking so innocent despite his words.

“Wait, what? When?”

“We were the ones who were tasked to take care of you while you were unconscious, so of course it was only natural if he took care of your clothing as well. You were pretty wet though, and Ahri-sama’s c*m was still so deep inside you, so it took us some time to scoop it out of from both of your holes,” the boy explains without a single hesitant pause.

“You did what?” The thought of these young boys inserting their hands into her forbidden holes when she was unconscious is unnerving her beyond anything else. It would have been find if they had just changed her clothes, but to touch her like that? Hana begins to take a step back, but the boy simply pushes her forward.

“Anyway, sorry we forgot to introduce ourselves. My name’s Kira, the youngest. This is Midori, the middle child. And the one who just went out is Kuro, the eldest. And now, down you go~!”

Kira directs her to what seems to be a stool, knocking her feet off balance, causing her almost trip down. Luckily, Hana catches herself mid-fall, but now she can feel something solid pointing upward against her entrance. She looks down, only to discover that the stool has some short of a dildo made from the same material attached to it. What the heck?

“What the—”

Before Hana can lift herself back to her feet, Kira grabs her ass and presses her downward, leading her opening against the tip of the wooden dildo. The force manages to push the lips of her p***y apart, and Hana is in a brink of screaming from the dry friction.

“Baka! You’re supposed to make her wet first!” Midori yells out to stop his careless brother, and Kira thankfully stops pushing her almost immediately.

“Oops, sorry, I forgot, sometimes,” Kira chuckles apologetically.

Midori lets out a long sigh, before turning his attention to Hana. “Alright, why don’t you sit down first, Miss? We’ll prepare you first before we help you with the washing.”

Hana lowers herself to the floor even without him telling her. She is just glad that her opening doesn’t have to be intruded dry— Wait, it’s not like she is looking forward to any of this or anything!

Small hands suddenly part her legs when her mind is preoccupied. One of the boys place themselves in between her parted inner thighs, exposing her pink p***y right in front of their faces.

“Wait, no, stop!” she yells out, but it’s already too late.

Kira, who is kneeling in between her legs, grabs the first part he sees, which happens to be her c******s. Hana can’t help but let out an involuntary moan past her lips upon the contact. It’s just a small touch, but why is she so sensitive against it?

Hana tries to close her legs, but Midori is already there to prevent her from moving, using his weight to press her legs down. Kira then takes that chance to keep applying pressure to her c**t, the tips of his small fingers rubbing at the sensitive pearl in order to prepare her better. Hana can’t help her natural bodily reaction. By the time Kira sticks his other hand inside Hana’s p***y, she is already so soaking wet that his whole hand just disappears inside her.

“Wow, Hana-chan, you’re so sweet, it’s cute~!” Kira exclaims, eyes sparkling with admiration.

“No . . . don’t do that. Don’t touch me— t-the-r-re . . .” Kira tighten and expand his fist inside her v****a, and the motion sends an amazing pleasurable signal into her brain. A gush of wave hits her, and pre-c*m flows out from her soft folds, drenching the little boy’s hand with more heated liquid.

“It’s so warm, I wonder how you’ll taste like.” The golden eyed boy leans down his head without a second thought, capturing her lower lips with his small mouth. His lips is so small and soft, and Hana can feel another layer of her self-control slowly stripped off from her person.

Kira darts his small tongue in and out from her entrances, the friction driving Hana crazy. But just when she thinks that she is finally going to find her sweet release, the mouth disappears. The girl tilts her head upward just in time to see Kira retreating from her p***y, a string of wet saliva connects his mouth to her soaked cunt.

W-what the—? What just happened?

The green eyed boy dips a finger into her, testing the wetness by curving his index finger around her hole, before finally pulling out and licking the juice off his hand.

“Good, you’re all wet now. Please take a seat on the stool now,” Midori says with a strangely satisfied smile on his face.

Hana has no idea what is going on. Her mind is still too heightened to think properly. The two brothers use this chance to lead her back to the waiting stool, in which they both direct her to lower her hips down at it. This time, thanks to her super wet p***y, Hana is able to sit on the tool, as well as take in that wooden dildo in at the same time. Her p***y has never looked so delicious, all red and tender from the little boy’s administration.

One of them pours a basket of warm water from her head, soaking her entire body in the progress.

“Now we move on to the washing,” Midori announces.

The boys each take a good amount of liquid soap in their palms, before proceeding to touching her all over.

“W-wait, what are you guys doing?” Hana seems to snap out of it a little bit when the boys take each of her decent sized jug in their hands, brushing their hands all over the skin there.

“We need to clean you of, Miss,” Midori says almost innocently, before proceeding to play with her n*****s, applying a good amount of soap over there. And while his one hand is busy fondling her breast, his other hands travel from her back and down to her asscheeks, washing her over there too.

The motion causes her body to tense, and that is when Hana finally registers the solid wood that is now residing inside her v****a. “Ah~ No . . . I don’t want this.” She makes an attempt to leave, but the boys’ touch is too much, her head starts to feel dizzy.

“Is it good, Hana-chan? Ne, is it good?” Kira asks cheerfully, playing with her fat breast happily, as if he is doing nothing wrong.

“The wood . . . I don’t want it . . .” she whimpers through strangled words. She hates to say this, but if her body hadn’t been used to be penetrated at this point, then this would have hurt more than it actually is right now. She still feels the strange, unaccustomed tugged inside her womb whenever something big is filling her up, but at least her walls doesn’t scream in pain this time. Thanks to the kid and his talented mouth . . . Wait, no! What is she thinking?

The two are busy touching her sensitive parts all over, spreading the soap to places she is not willing to be touched. But no matter how hard Hana resists, she also can’t deny the fact that these boys are good in what they do.

Not long after, the third boy, Kuro, enters the bathroom.

“We’re almost done,” she can hear Midori informing his brother, “all that’s felt are her holes.”

Hana doesn’t even know what she should be expecting when he say that part.

Kuro nods silently and begin stripping his yukata. His brothers do the same thing. Midori and him puts liquid soap on their small d***s, rubbing as well as hardening themselves, before getting to position. Kira does the same thing, but instead of soap, he uses toothpaste on his d**k.

Hana is made to raise from the dildo stool, and she can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Good, is it over? But when Midori takes a sit under her, and Hana is made to lower herself into his c**k. His hardness spreads her open once more, though this time with less pressure that the wooden dildo provide. Hana is made to kneel on the floor with Midori beneath her, while Kuro silently enters her from behind. Hana wants to let out a moan, but then Kira backs her up by stuffing his d**k inside her mouth. Together, the triplets move in sync, cleaning her off even down to the furthest corner of her body.

The girl can’t control it anymore. She cums right there and then. By the time bathing is over, Hana’s breasts have grown a size bigger, and the boys fail to keep those jugs stay inside her kimono. They don’t have a backup, so in the end, they are forced to prepare the girl with her breasts closed to pouring out from the top.

. . . . .

Hana is lead into another room by the brothers. She tries to escape on her way there, but the boys stop her before she can go far, sending her another wave of electric shock, this time aimed at her p***y. The girl is down before she makes her third step, falling flat on her breasts. It seems that only one good thing comes her away, ever since her breasts have grown rapidly fast. Every time someone makes her c*m, their volume would go up just a little bit more.

The new room she is led to is dimly lighted. The atmosphere is so cryptic that Hana attempts to exist, but the doors have already slid closed by the time she turns back. No sign of any members of the triplets.

Just when she thought she is alone, the candles abruptly lights up from everywhere across the room, revealing a dozen or so males. They sit in a circle around the room, all facing toward her. From the looks of it, it seems like they have been waiting for her arrival for some time now.

“Welcome to the youkai den. It seems that the triplets have prepared you well,” the one that sits at the center says, eyes staring at her thrusted breasts openly.

He has dark wavy long locks, which seems to have permanently stuck upward to the sky. His skin is ivory pale, and his face is sharp and angular. He can be considered pleasant looking, if it is not for the bottomless red eyes that seems to consume his entire sight. There is no white in his eyes, only the crimson blood color. He wears full armor on his body, which color is as thick as black oil. The armor has sharp angular thorns, especially around the shoulders and claws, making his overall appearance even more intimidating. Amongst the men, he is the scariest one of all.

“Where am I? Who are you people? Why am I here? What do you want?” She can’t stop herself from shooting out question after question. She needs to know.

“Oi, onna, didn’t you hear what he said? You’re in our youkai den,” the one with red head snaps at her. Red hair. She has seen it before. Wait, isn’t he one of the men who had first raped her?

The man throws a knowing smirk at her, licking his lips in an all too familiar manner, and Hana can’t help but to flinch in response. Aka Oni. It’s him. Suddenly her p***y throbs in a painful way, remember the way it had been mistreated by this man, and she doesn’t think she wants to be in here even for a second longer.

“No . . . let me out of here.” Hana scrambles to all fours, not caring about how disheveled she looks, only wanting her way out. But the doors seem to have frozen solid. She can’t even make them move for an inch apart. W-what is the meaning of this.

“It’s pointless. I’ve spelled the doors so it’ll only open to us. You won’t be getting out unless we say so,” someone informs her from behind.

Hana turns around, only to spot another familiar face. Horned forehead. Long black hair. It’s Tsuriki. No! It’s the man who had taken her virginity by force. What is he doing here?

She glances around again, only to find a young man with white long hair. Ahri, the nine-tailed fox. No! No! This can’t be happening! Why have they all gathered here in this room? She doesn’t want this. She hates it! Are they . . . are they going to do those things to her again? Hana squirms in her spot, looking like a cornered animal.

“It seems like she is starting to get the jeez,” Ahri points out with a wicked smile on his face, his tails twitching with anticipation.

The rest eyes her openly, undressing her with their eyes. They look like they are ready to punch on her at any time, that she can almost taste the hunger in the air. Hana feels choked, as if invincible hands is clamping down her throat. It’s so teeming that she can’t even swallow her own saliva.

“What do you want?” she asks again, voice cracking this time.

“Well, we want you, of course,” someone she hasn’t seen before says.

“And we want to taste you again,” Aka Oni admits slyly.

“Our leader had ordered all of us to defile you at the same time, and we tend to keep our leader satisfied.”

“We’ll put our c***s inside you, one by one until you won’t be able to fit another one anymore.”

“And then we will take turns taking you, until you won’t be able to move anymore.”

“We want to see just how far we can increase those breasts of yours.”

“See if we can adapt that body of yours as well.”

“We’ll f**k you so hard, you’ll be addicted to our dicks.”

“No! No! Stay away!” Hana is crying when she hears their cruel words, which sound more like promises than anything else. These men . . . they’ll keep to their words, she just knows it. And when they see tears streaming down her face, they begin to smirk at her sadistically.

“Such an adorable expression on such a lovely face.”

“I can’t wait to ruin her.”

“But don’t worry,” the first youkai in the middle says. “Once we’re done with you, we’ll let you go. You do want to leave, don’t you?”

Hana can only nods her head, her body still shaking uncontrollably, not thrusting herself to not wamble in her words.

“Then do as we say, and accept our c***s obediently. Then we’ll let you go.”

“You’ll really do that? Promise?”

The youkai smiles with an unfathomable spark in his dark eyes. “Sure.”

And so it begins. They order her to stand in the middle of the room, while the twelve men circle all around her.

“Strip,” comes the first order.

She does as she is told, peeling her clothes layer by layer. She can feel their hungry eyes on her, but Hana refuses to look at their direction, fear of being caught in their intense corrupting red eyes.

“Good. Now lie down.”

Hana lies down.

“Spread your legs. Wider. Yes, just like that. Beautiful. Now part your cunt, and say, ‘Please put your c**k inside me’.”

“P-p-please p-put y-our . . .” Hana’s voice is trembling greatly, she can barely form the next few words.

“What is that? Louder.” The tone is flat, but she can hear the promise of danger behind it if she does not do what she is told. 

Hana gulps, swallowing her own saliva, before finally bracing herself. She needs to do this.

“P-please put your c**k inside me.”

Evil grins spread across their faces.

It does not take long before robes are undone and dozens of c***s springing out from in between their legs, already looking so hard, the veins on the flesh throbbing almost painfully in sight.

Hana can not believe it. She has to take in all of those?

The triplets . . . and now this. She won’t make it. It’s just too much!

“Now that’s more like it,” Aka Oni leers in.

“Since Lord Ayasha is present today, please take the first turn to begin the ceremony,” Tsuriki suggests.

Ceremony? Aren’t they just planning to f**k her? . . . Unless, if the f*****g is the ceremony . . . ? Wait, are they seriously going to make this forced f**k into something sacred?

Hana doesn’t know what to think of this, nor is she given the chance to.

“Very well,” Lord Ayasha says, who as it turns out, is the black demon who sits at the head of the circle. “Come over, onna.”

He gestures for her in a mannerism that shows some impatience — not one that indicates his eagerness to f**k her, but simply just to get this whole ordeal over with.

She has never met anyone this rude, but then again, she shouldn’t really put her hopes up on these people — they are all youkais after all. They only take things as they please.

But if he doesn’t want this, why does he have to f**k her?

Hana finds herself moving forward, but every step she takes feel like she is stepping on thorns. It’s difficult to make herself approach him, especially when she knows just what it is he is about to do to her. He is going to assault her hole!

The girl can’t help it when panic sets in. Her body trembles with great fear, and his intimidating appearance doesn’t make this any easy. But Hana knows that if she doesn’t do what they want, she is only going to make this even harder for herself. She would like to avoid pain when she can, even if it’s only just a little bit.

Lord Ayasha is a large man. She can easily tell even when he is sitting. His head alone is twice the size of a normal man’s. Maybe he is part giant? That is not her main concern, however. When Hana allows her gaze to fall to the object in between his legs, she sudden stops in her track.

No . . . no way . . . T-this siz-e is . . . It’s monstrous!