"What nonsense are you spouting?!"
Mai's face flushed crimson in an instant.
Ryuji sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, the thing is... I'm genuinely uncomfortable right now."
Thanks to his overflowing vitality, his daily energy levels rivaled those of a 16 to 17-year-old—teenager relentless and impossible to ignore.
This meant that while he could sleep without a woman by his side, once aroused, extinguishing the flames of desire became a difficult task.
He'd learned this the hard way during his time in the One Piece world. Even Robin—with her clone abilities—had struggled to keep up, exhausted by his endless stamina. The Demon Slayer Corps' environment only amplified the issue.
It made him wonder: How the hell did the Straw Hats resist turning their voyage into a non-stop orgy?
Especially with their rigorous training and protein-rich diets.
The same confusion applied to Hogwarts.
With love potions and Polyjuice readily available, how wasn't the school a den of depravity?
A boy could easily impersonate a girl's crush, slip her a love potion, and have his way. Unattractive witches could transform into beauties for fleeting romances.
And let's not ignore the other possibilities of Polyjuice—
Surely two lonely wizards would've experimented by now...
"Pity Hermione only fell in love with my magical prowess, not my... other charms," Ryuji muttered wistfully.
If he ever got to Hogwarts, he'd investigate these social mysteries thoroughly.
"Why are you sighing?!"
Mai stared at him, baffled. Here she was, still wrestling with her decision, and he'd already given up? Since when was he this considerate?
She poked his chest. "What's going on in that head of yours?"
"Well... would you be willing?" He spread his hands innocently.
"Of course not!" She crossed her arms.
"Then what's wrong with sighing?" He shrugged. "Might as well read something until Shinobu returns from her meeting. Ah, Shinobu really is the best..."
Ryuji released his grip, deciding not to push Mai any further.
"Hah?!"
But Mai, hearing his resigned tone, immediately crossed her arms in irritation. Logically, she knew fighting over this was pointless—she'd be the only one suffering the consequences—yet she couldn't help but rise to the challenge.
"What do you mean, 'Shinobu really is the best'?"
She was pissed.
"Because Shinobu's willing to do anything," Ryuji said. "Using her mouth is nothing. She'd even—"
He was about to mention how Shinobu had offered her back entrance—since she lacked sensation there, it wouldn't overwhelm her—but he wasn't a fan of that route anyway. The impact might feel better for him, but the tight, unyielding texture just didn't appeal.
"You're beyond saving."
Mai sighed, shaking her head. She genuinely couldn't fathom how he remained in a perpetual state of horny.
"But that's just how I am. If you're willing, even a hand would do."
He pointed suggestively at her fingers.
"What about your hands?!"
"Why would I use my own hands when I have wives?!"
"Then suffer in silence! No complaining!"
Mai's retort was sharp, but she made no move to leave. Instead, she settled onto the tatami, glaring at him.
"Hurry up and take care of it yourself!"
Her face burned as she issued the command, leaving him utterly baffled.
"...Are you serious right now?"
He couldn't wrap his head around her logic.
"Of course! Who knows what you might do to that child otherwise!"
Of course, she knew the truth—Nezuko had come here voluntarily. She wasn't stupid. Between Ryuji's earlier comments and the Shiranui-ryū's secret scrolls which detailed similar supernatural phenomena, she'd pieced together the situation.
However, because she was very unhappy with what he said, she wanted to see him make a fool of himself!
She wanted blackmail material. Something to hold over him forever.
A sly grin crept onto her face as she crossed her arms, accentuating her ample chest.
"Hurry up! Or I'll tell everyone you assaulted a little girl!"
Of course, she knew Ryuji hadn't actually done anything of the sort—but that didn't stop her from snapping a photo for future blackmail. In this world, it didn't matter, but back in her world? She needed leverage. Otherwise, who knew how many women he would charm the moment they returned?
The problem was, Ryuji had almost no weaknesses—except one.
He could tolerate many things, but there was one accusation he absolutely couldn't stand:
Being labeled a lolicon.
Unfortunately for Mai, he'd already spotted her scheming smirk.
Why is she so insistent?
His eyes narrowed. He studied her meticulously put-together appearance, his mind racing—and just as she opened her mouth to deliver her threat, he activated Observation Haki.
Instantly, the world became transparent to him.
He could see it all—
The two hidden folding fans and a scroll tucked securely beneath her ample bust, held in place by sheer cleavage physics, invisible to the naked eye.
And between her thighs—
A hidden digital camera.
His digital camera.
"You scheming little—!"
Ryuji's realization struck like lightning. In the next instant, before Mai could react, he pounced.
Mai had no idea how he'd uncovered her plan, but it didn't matter now—escape was her only option.
Yet how could she possibly outrun him?
Her fingers had barely grazed the sliding door when his arm snaked around her waist, yanking her back with a yelp.
THUD.
He flung her onto the bed with enough force to send her legendary assets bouncing in a mesmerizing, almost hypnotic rhythm—the sheer amplitude of their movement creating visible afterimages.
Before she could recover, his hand shot between her thighs, fishing out the concealed camera from the folds of her clothing.
The moment she saw her stolen prize—Ryuji's digital camera that she had secretly taken, Mai understood that her plan had been completely seen through—her haughty demeanor shattered into pure guilt.
But when she felt the scorching heat of his dick pressed against her stomach, true panic set in.
"W-Wait! I can explain—!"
Her hands shot up defensively—
—only for him to grab her kimono collar and rip.
The fabric tore away, unleashing the full, unrestrained glory of her infamous curves. Without hesitation, Ryuji knelt over her, flames erupting from his hands to incinerate his pants in an instant.
"You actually tried to blackmail me?"
Gripping Mai's chin, he admired her delicate features before planting a kiss on her flushed cheek. The gesture made Mai instinctively purse her lips, her emotions a tangled mess of guilt, frustration, and... relief?
But as he leaned in, his cock dragged across her soft, pale stomach—the tip catching briefly at her navel before sliding away.
The damp, searing heat sent shivers coursing through her body. When the tip of dick dragged across her navel, a terrifying thought flashed through Mai's mind—
What if he just thrusts right through me?!
Her voice emerged in a stammer.
She'd intended to shame him into submission with sharp accusations. But faced with his predatory gaze and that proudly erect cock, her resolve withered at every stage—
By the time the words left her brain, only 70% of their original force remained.
By her throat? Just 30%.
And when they finally crossed her tongue?
A mere 10%—delivered in a tone that sounded more like a pout than a protest.
"I-It's... it's because you're such a womanizer! I just wanted something to keep you from straying..."
The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt. Seeing his impassive expression only stoked her anger further.
"This is all your fault! Who told you to sleep around so much?!"
She crossed her arms defiantly—because she truly believed every word.
Ryuji's lips curled into a wicked grin. "Oh? After traveling together this long, you still don't understand why I'm like this?"
He could guess her plan—find leverage to keep him in line once they returned to The King of Fighters world. With her bombshell figure and stunning looks, she probably thought she could monopolize his attention through sheer appeal alone.
But she was dead wrong.
His hands seized her famous bust, kneading the impossibly soft flesh with unrestrained greed. The way they jiggled and swayed under his touch was downright addictive—he could play with them all day.
This...
The way they jiggled and swayed under his touch was downright hypnotic. Despite their incredible softness—yielding to even the lightest pressure—they snapped back to their perfect shape the moment he released them. Not even gravity could warp their flawless form.
Most women with assets like these would struggle with sagging, Ryuji mused, thumb circling a pert pink nipple. But hers defy physics.
And the sensitivity—
Just a few teasing touches had them stiffening further, the areolas darkening with arousal.
Ordinarily, assets of such magnitude would succumb to gravity's cruel pull—this was an inescapable truth of physics, much like how a man's gaze inevitably followed the curve of a woman's bust. It wasn't perversion; it was science.
After all, those soft mounds exerted far greater gravitational force than any wandering eye.
Such was the way of the universe.
Ryuji's hands kneaded without mercy, and only then did Mai remember she was supposed to resist.
But the assault on her peaks had sapped her strength, leaving her arms splayed helplessly above her head. A traitorous heat pooled between her thighs—her body's betrayal infuriated her, yet when he abandoned her breasts to drag his dick across her quivering navel once more, she froze completely.
Though her pants remained technically on, they'd been tugged halfway down during the camera retrieval. Worse, the dampness seeping through her panties confirmed her shameful truth:
Mai Shiranui was undeniably a lewd woman.
"R-Ryuji...!"
Mai's voice trembled as she fought against the heat pooling in her core. The urge to surrender—to let Ryuji claim her completely, to beg for his conquest—threatened to overwhelm her, but she stubbornly clung to her resolve.
To her surprise, the Ryuji looming over her wasn't the mindless beast of lust she'd expected. His eyes burned with desire, yes, but his mind remained sharp—this was a calculated lesson, not mindless rutting.
The final line wouldn't be crossed today.
Mai's heart held barriers only time could erode, and he knew forcing his way through would ruin everything.
But that didn't mean he couldn't play.
"Relax," he murmured, tracing a finger around her stiffened nipple. The pink bud quivered under his touch, the cool air making it even more sensitive. "I won't cross that line... not until you beg me to."
The bud trembled under his touch, the chill air amplifying every brush of his fingers. Mai shuddered—this teasing torture was worse than outright violation. Her skin prickled with unmet need, craving pressure, force, anything to relieve the unbearable tension.
His promise should have been reassuring. Instead, it sent a fresh wave of frustration through her. This teasing—this maddening limbo between pleasure and fulfillment.
What she wanted was decisive action—even if it meant being taken roughly. But Ryuji, ever the strategist, knew this torturous anticipation would bind her to him far more effectively than any forced conquest.
Her breathing grew ragged, which only made matters worse—each gasping breath amplified the hypnotic sway of her chest.
Ryuji chuckled darkly, his finger trailing down the valley between her breasts then gliding upward along the delicate curve of her neck before tilting her chin up once more.
But this time, his other hand remained busy, pinching and rolling her pinkened bud between his fingertips, while the hand at her jaw shifted—his thumb pressing against her lower lip, parting them just enough to slip his index finger inside.
"But you will pay a small price for your scheming."
His voice was low, amused. Then, without hesitation, he added a second finger, letting them linger just long enough for her saliva to coat them before withdrawing.
A glistening strand stretched between her lips, trembling faintly before breaking. Ryuji didn't let it go to waste—he dragged his damp fingers down the valley of her cleavage, smearing the slickness along her flushed skin before positioning himself at the entrance of that treacherous gorge.
Soft flesh. Swollen peaks. A deep, inviting crevice—his dick faced a formidable opponent, a path both alluring and perilous.
With a smirk, he pinched her nipple between two fingers, then seized the full weight of her breast, pushing the plush mounds together with the unstoppable force then—burying his length in the pillowy softness of her chest.
"Nngh—!"
The milky-white flesh spilled from between Ryuji's fingers, overflowing like fresh cream, even obscuring his hand entirely. The way he handled her—so roughly, so possessively—sent heat pooling low in her stomach. Mai couldn't suppress a startled gasp—immediately clapping a hand over her mouth in horror as she glanced at the softly snoring Nezuko.
Panic surged through her.
What if she wakes up? What if she sees me like this—?
Please don't wake up...!
Her gaze darted to where Nezuko lay curled up, her form now resembling that of a child no older than five or six. From Mai's angle, she looked even smaller—almost like a toddler.
A strange feeling twisted in her chest. It was almost like... like...
Watching Ryuji's smug expression, Mai couldn't help but recall a fantasy she once had—a scene starring Andy.
In that daydream, there were no burdens of the Shiranui legacy, no blood-vengeance. Andy was just an ordinary salaryman at a listed company, and she his devoted housewife, living a blissful domestic life.
She'd even imagined bearing him children—a sweet daughter and an adorable son.
But in that fantasy, Andy had been too enamored with her body. After childbirth, when her milk supply overflowed beyond what their babies needed, she'd had to use a breast pump to relieve the pressure.
And Andy—
He'd drink from her like a starving infant.
He'd use her milk as lotion, smoothing it over his skin before pressing his length between her breasts, coaxing her into recreating those shameful acts from the illicit videos they'd watched together.
Then he'd pat her head and say—
"I'll help myself, then."
Ryuji's voice shattered the illusion.
Andy's face blurred, morphing into Ryuji's grinning visage—the same hands now kneading her most prized and most embarrassing assets around that very same shaft.
Mai's eyes flew open in horror.
Why can't I remember Andy's face anymore?!
The setting remained vivid—the house, the children, even the breast pump—but the man at the center of it all had always been Ryuji.
"P-Please... go slow..."
Heat flooded her cheeks as her hands fluttered to her collarbone—just above where her ample breasts began.. In the fantasy, she was supposed to say something like "Please, enjoy yourself." or "Enjoy your meal."
But the moment her eyes met Ryuji's, a tidal wave of embarrassment crashed over her, mixed with something darker—a sharp, stabbing guilt, as if she were betraying someone.
Who...?
Yet when she saw how ravenously Ryuji devoured the sight of her body, that shame twisted into something else—
Pride.
Satisfaction.
As Ryuji's gaze raked over her body, hot with unmistakable hunger. Against her will, a twisted sense of pride swelled in her chest.
He wants me.
Only me.
That fragile ego-stroke, combined with the rough kneading of his palms and the way he squeezed her breasts until they ached, sent unfamiliar pleasure crackling through her nerves. A moan threatened to spill from her lips—
—and just like that, the guilt evaporated, drowned out by adrenaline and sheer sensation.
"Ha! I won't slow down!" Ryuji growled, his grip tightening. "I've been fantasizing about these big tits for a long time! Today, I'm going to use them to my heart's content!"
No lies there. If he were honest, The King of Fighters had only ever held his interest for one reason:
Mai Shiranui's legendary chest.
His hands molded her supple flesh like dough, pressing those pillowy mounds against his throbbing length. The valley between her breasts, slick with her own saliva, became his personal racetrack—each thrust smoother than the last.
The sensation was utterly different from being with a woman in the conventional way!
Mai's skin was impossibly smooth, like the finest silk, and when slickened with saliva, it took on an almost surreal quality. Though lacking the natural folds and textures of more intimate areas, the friction was still electrifying—a seamless, velvety glide that offered its own unique thrill.
And most importantly though there was no destination, no deep, clenching climax to reach—
—when he squeezed her breasts tight enough, every inch became the finish line.
But—
But none of it was truly the end!
Though he could feel the resistance of her skin, the moment he applied more pressure, those seemingly impenetrable walls would part, allowing him to carve out a new path forward.
As the saliva dried, the friction grew more intense, the struggle more pronounced—but it was precisely this challenge that made it so enthralling, so different from the welcoming embrace of a woman's vagina.
The thrill of feeling like he was just on the verge of breaking through, yet perpetually held at bay by the unyielding tide of her cleavage—this tantalizing mix of frustration and anticipation only drove him to push harder, to thrust deeper!
And it wasn't as if this was some dull, one-note experience.
Every squeeze of Mai's supple breasts reverberated back through his length, the tension and urgency of his need translating perfectly into the way he molded her curves. The way her body trembled beneath him—was a work of art!
But what truly intoxicated him was the vibration of life itself.
With each thrust, his cock glided over the smooth, pale canvas of her skin, tracing the hidden contours of her ribs beneath. And as his pace quickened, so too did the vibrations—
The drumbeat of her heart.
The rapid hammering of her heart, the shuddering of her breath—all of it synced to the rhythm of his movements, rising in tempo with every rough knead of her breasts.
Its rhythm accelerated in tandem with his movements, with every forceful knead of her ample breasts. The fiercer this biological percussion grew, the more intoxicating it became—a primal symphony urging him onward.
Yet Mai's sheer size posed an unexpected challenge. With Shinobu, he'd have breached the summit effortlessly by now. But Mai's voluptuousness, combined with his insufficient lubrication, turned the final stretch into a grueling climb—as if trying to pierce through millennia-old bedrock.
No matter.
What would bring ordinary men to their knees only fueled Ryuji's determination. The burn of friction wasn't just pain—it was stimulation, the exhilarating strain of pushing past limits. Like a marathoner tasting blood yet reveling in the runner's high, he embraced the struggle.
The slide grew torturously tight, but Ryuji knew—
He would conquer this soft fortress.
With one final thrust, timed perfectly to the crescendo of Mai's pounding heartbeat, he burst through. His dick emerged victorious past the twin peaks, glistening and triumphant in the open air—
The moment his dick was exposed to the air, he came.
White sticky cum shot forth, splattering across Mai's hands and face—but the worst casualties were her chin and neck. Thick, pearlescent streams clung to the delicate curves of her jawline, dripping slowly down her skin in viscous trails.
Mai shuddered at the sensation—warm, sticky fluid crawling along her throat like living things. She knew what they were, and the knowledge turned her cheeks scarlet. Too embarrassed to wipe them away, she could only endure the maddening, tingling itch as the trails continued their descent.
Meanwhile, Ryuji finally released her breasts—now flushed red from his relentless kneading—and gave them one last satisfied slap. The impact sent them swaying dramatically, waves of flesh rippling in its wake.
But—
As Ryuji basked in his post-climax bliss, Mai clenched her thighs together tightly, desperate to hide the damp evidence of her own arousal from his keen eyes.
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