"Your demands are too much," Isshin complained, not happy in the slightest with their type of role play. He was too horny at this point to resist, so he gave in.
"You won't regret it," Makima guaranteed, pausing to add a sweetener. "And if you do, we will do anything you want. Within limits."
"Good." He stripped naked like them, leaning back against the wall for support, his hands tied behind his back as per their unspoken rules of engagement.
"You're so warm," Erubetie, the blue slime, murmured as her body flowed forward. She spread and enveloped his legs and back, her semi-translucent form clinging to him like a cool, living second skin. The heat of his body seemed to warm her from within, and her hands, solidifying from her gooey mass, explored the hard planes of his chest while her tongue, cool and slick, traced the sensitive skin of his nape.
"So, one is excited," Makima noted with a smug smirk, crawling towards him on all fours. The movement was predatory, a sinuous display of her tempting, curvy body that made his mouth go dry.
Isshin's flesh began to grow in full glory as his blood rushed downwards. He didn't say a word, just watched the two hungry women lust and desire his body with a sincerity that was almost terrifying.
"Erubetie, tease him a little," Makima commanded, and the slime obeyed without hesitation.
"Mmm~" A guttural groan escaped Isshin's mouth accidentally as the slime began to cover his rigid length. She moved slowly, a cool, undulating pressure starting from his balls and working its way to the tip. The sensation was alien and exquisite, sending waves of pleasure so intense they made his vision blur.
Makima settled herself on his thighs, her weight a pleasant pressure, watching him quiver and twitch under their combined assault. His hot, thick, hard, and throbbing flesh pressed against the soft skin of her navel.
"Open your mouth," Makima commanded, her voice a low purr. She leaned in, and as her lips met his, her hard nipples brushed against his chest. Her tongue went rogue in his mouth, exploring, dominating, claiming every inch of him with a possessive heat that contrasted sharply with Erubetie's cool embrace. He was caught between fire and ice, a prisoner to a pleasure so profound it bordered on pain.
His mind was a storm of conflicting sensations—the cool, flowing caress of Erubetie and the searing, possessive kiss of Makima. The slime's grip on his shaft tightened, her entire body rippling around him in a slow, maddening rhythm that milked him from base to tip. Every pulse sent a jolt straight to his spine, and he could feel the pressure building, a desperate ache for release that Makima seemed determined to deny.
She broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting them for a moment before she licked it away with a predatory grin. "Not yet," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "We want to hear you beg for it."
To emphasize her point, she shifted her hips, grinding her slick heat against the throbbing muscle trapped against his stomach. The friction was electric, a teasing promise of what was to come. Meanwhile, Erubetie's cool tongue snaked out, lapping at the beads of precum that gathered at his tip. The contrast was maddening—Makima's scorching heat and Erubetie's refreshing coolness, both working in tandem to unravel him completely.
"Please," he gasped, the word torn from his throat. His pride had long since evaporated, replaced by a primal need that overwhelmed all other thoughts. "Makima... Erubetie... I can't..."
Makima's smirk widened. "Can't what? Can't handle it? Or can't wait to be inside us?" She reached down, her fingers tracing the line where Erubetie's body met his, teasing the sensitive skin of his balls. "Tell us what you want, Isshin. Be specific."
Erubetie hummed in agreement, her body vibrating around him, amplifying the pleasure to an almost unbearable degree. "We want to please you," she murmured, her voice a soft, melodic hum that resonated through his very bones. "But you must tell us how."
Isshin's head fell back against the wall, his breath coming in ragged pants. He was completely at their mercy, his body a puppet to their whims, and the thought was terrifyingly arousing. "I want... I want to fuck you," he managed, his voice hoarse with desire. "Both of you. Until I can't move anymore."
Makima's eyes gleamed with triumph. "Good boy." She lifted herself slightly, positioning herself over his straining length. "Then let's see if you can keep up."
[A/n: I'm out of imagination somehow.]
After few hours of rest-
"I never had such sex before," Isshin muttered, tiredness in his voice, weakness in his body. He was unable to move an inch. Both Makima and Erubetie sucked him dry or he let them be. "You like it is all that matters."
Makima pointed out as she found his other side quite different. "Indeed he's a breedable submissive dog with a Centaur's cock." Erubetie delightedly started licking clean his meat while Makima let him suck her breast.
"We need to go now and instead of today your classes will begin tomorrow so don't be late." was all they said before teleporting away.
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Next day morning
Jujutsu high
"Isshin, you are being promoted to a special grade. Here is your new ID." Teacher Yaga said as he passed on a new ID card to me. We were in a class which consisted of 6-7 people, a few girls and boys. "And why am I in a different class?"
"Well you see, one of the three clans of Jujutsu society is backing you up, moreover your refinement technique and your talent, plus your age we have to move you up." Teacher Yaya gave his side of reason which didn't sound real and legit. Not just an excuse.
"Today there will be a practice match with Mei Mei over there. You are not an academic student that makes things easy for us." He pointed at he white haired girl, who wore a suit and tie with her hair kept in a high ponytail and two parallel bangs that left her face completely unobscured.
"Good I needed some fight," I muttered, agreeing with him. Promotion, potential and talent is one thing but if I wont train it's all useless in the end. To surpass limits and break free from whatever my fate holds, I need to do action.
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Ground 1: Training area
"You ready?" Mei Mei, my current training partner, asked from a distance, holding a battle axe which looked heavy and slow. "I don't know why my instincts are saying you are stronger."
I admitted what I felt, I could feel her curse energy wrapping around her weapon like an enhancement.
'She should be first grade, with less curse energy and weaker technique but overall good control over his technique whatever it is.' I presume and thought thoroughly analyzing her for a few seconds.
"3 2 1 Start!" Yaga did the count down and the mock battle started.
"What could be your curse technique?" I asked, curious as she cuts the distance between us with her agility. "I was wrong, you are even stronger."