Shikanosuke crept toward the alley, heart hammering against his ribs like a war drum. He peeked around the corner, squinting into the darkness.
No sign of the girl.
The narrow passage was barely lit, shadows clinging to every wall like living things. The farther he looked, the more it felt like the alley itself wanted to swallow him whole. He glanced down—his legs were trembling.
"D-dammit," he thought, clenching his fists.
"I really am a disgrace. Scared stiff over a few thugs... and they could even be demons in disguise. I'm a Taimanin, dammit. This is what I do."
He inhaled sharply and muttered under his breath, "C-c'mon, femboy… move."
Step by step, he entered the alley, trying to make his footsteps as silent as possible. The damp air clung to him like sweat, and every creak of his shoes against the pavement felt deafening. That's when he heard it:
"What's a sexy little thing like you doing here, dressed like that?" a leering male voice drawled.
"W-w-well, I-I was just… u-um…" a girl's voice stammered, weak and scared.
"Wait a minute," another voice cut in, more alert. "Shit! She's one of those damn Taimanin bitches!"
"Oh yeah," a third voice added, darker, rougher. "I can feel the power inside her…"
A pause. Then a sneer.
"Hmph. So you came here to get us, huh? Come to slay us or some shit?!"
"N-no! I-I swear, I'm not here for that!" the girl pleaded, her voice desperate.
Shikanosuke's heart sank. He turned the corner—and froze.
Three large, thuggish men loomed over a girl, cornering her like wolves to a lamb. They were the type you'd see in every dark fantasy NTR—rippling with muscle, crude tattoos, sick grins, and eyes full of malicious glee.
The girl stood slightly taller than Shikanosuke—not that it took much, considering his modest height. She had the toned, athletic build expected of a Taimanin—lean muscle beneath smooth curves, built for both grace and combat. Her long black hair flowed down her back, with a single violet eye peeking out from behind a traditional hime-cut that obscured the other. Despite her warrior frame, there was something reserved about her—a shy, almost fragile presence, as if she wished she could disappear entirely.
Her skin-tight purple Taimanin outfit clung to her like a second skin, highlighting every contour of her figure. Like most of their uniforms, it was more form than function—designed for agility and seduction in equal measure. And right now, she looked far more vulnerable than deadly.
The three men circled her like predators, feeding off her fear.
"Oh shut up, you stupid bitch," one of them barked. "It's obvious you're here to kill us, and now you're trying to lie? Look at you—you're shaking in your boots. They sent a scared little thing like you to deal with us?"
"N-no! I swear!" she protested, her voice trembling. "I was just heading to my mission—I didn't even know you guys were here!"
They exchanged glances and chuckled, eyes roaming over her trembling form with predatory delight.
"Hmph. Is that so?" one of them said, stepping closer. "Well then, let's say we do believe you."
His grin widened.
"But there's a toll to pay if you wanna get through our alley."
The others snickered in agreement, laughter echoing off the alley walls like a warning.
"A-a toll?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"That's right," one of the men sneered, stepping in closer. "Every fine piece that passes through here pays a toll. And you? You're damn fine."
His eyes raked over her body, shameless and hungry.
"Can see those tits and that tight ass through that little ninja suit of yours. So here's the deal, sweetheart—you let us fuck you, and we might just let you walk."
The girl froze in shock, trembling. But before she could respond, the air shifted—something was wrong.
The men began to change. Their skin bubbled, twisted, and darkened to a sickly green. Muscles bulged grotesquely as their human forms melted away, revealing thick tusks, clawed fingers, and leering faces twisted with malice.
"Orc interest, bitch!" one of them growled, his grin widening as the transformation completed.
Shikanosuke's blood ran cold.
'Orcs?! No—this just got worse. I really should've called for backup...' he thought, frozen in place as panic rose in his chest.
The woman took a step back, her legs shaking.
"N-no… I-I don't want to—I'll just leave," she pleaded, clearly terrified.
The lead orc barked a cruel laugh.
"Oh, so that's how it is? Well too bad—guess we'll just take you for free, slut!"
He lunged toward her, his massive hand outstretched.
The girl's scream tore through the alley—sharp, desperate.
Shikanosuke flinched as the orcs seized her, their clawed fingers digging into her skin, ripping at her uniform. Fabric strained, tore. A strip of violet cloth fluttered to the ground.
Move. Move. MOVE!
His body refused.
His fingers twitched toward his phone—backup, call backup—and he fumbled with the Taimanin GPS app. The screen lit up, casting a pale glow over his trembling hands.
NO ACTIVE TAIMANIN IN RANGE.
Only two signals pulsed on the map.
Hers.
And his.
His stomach dropped.
I'm alone.
The girl thrashed, her voice raw. "HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE—"
SMACK!
A meaty hand cracked across her face, snapping her head to the side.
"Shut yer whinin'," an orc snarled, yanking her hair. "Ain't no hero comin' for ya."
Another laughed, pawing at her thigh. "Just relax, bitch. Might even like it."
Shikanosuke's breath came in shallow gasps.
I can't. I can't. I can't.
His mother's voice slithered through his mind.
"You're too soft for this world, Shika. Too weak."
Maybe she was right.
Maybe he should run.
But then—
The girl's eye locked onto his. Just for a split second. Wide. Terrified.
Begging.
Something inside him snapped.
FLASH!
A searing burst of light erupted from the alley's mouth, forcing the orcs to recoil. Their brutish hands paused mid-grope, eyes squinting against the sudden glare.
"The fuck was that?!" one snarled, tusks glistening with spit.
A silhouette stepped forward—small, lithe, bathed in the fading glow.
"Who the fuck is this?" another orc growled, muscles tensing.
"Another Taimanin?"
"Sweet, another girl!" the third leered, licking his lips.
The figure stiffened.
"I-I-I'm a man!" Shikanosuke's voice cracked, but he didn't back down.
A beat of silence.
Then—laughter.
"Ooooh, even better!" one roared, slapping his thigh. "A femboy!"
"Jackpot today, boys!" another crowed, grinning wide enough to split his face. "We get pussy and bussy!"
Shikanosuke's stomach twisted. His legs screamed at him to run. To leave. To accept that death would be kinder than what they'd do to him if he lost.
But then—
The girl's whimper cut through the jeers.
His fingers curled into fists.
"Y-you're not getting anything today," he hissed, forcing his voice steady. His stance shifted—knees bent, weight forward. The way he'd been trained.
"Now."
A breath.
"Let. Her. GO."
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