"Congratulations to Yuuki Wakura, new Chief of the Anti-Demon Corps Internal Affairs Division."
"Huh?" Yuuki replied to the commander, only for his eyes to widen in complete shock. "Wait, what?!"
For some reason, he was the only person at the Anti-Demon Corps Chief Assembly expressing any surprise at the announcement.
"Alright, Yuuki! First man to be a chief in the corps!" Konomi congratulated him, Bell shooting him two nervous thumbs-up from her own seat (he'd have to congratulate her later. That was a major step for her. She used to barely be able to give one thumbs-up in public).
Yakumo licked her lips at him. "Somebody's out to join the chief level of my harem. I might be okay with you beating me out for the job after all."
Mira pulled her cap down over her face while nodding at him. Fubuki gently smiled at him while elegantly clapping like the noblewoman she was. Varvara ignored him completely and kept staring at Kyouka with utter devotion and admiration (because she had superb taste).
"Well done, Yuuki," Tenka Izumo, the beautiful Chief of the Sixth Division, congratulated him with polite, but spirited clapping. "I can't wait for us to begin the next stage of our relationship as fellow chiefs."
Yuuki couldn't hide his blush at that. He'd be lying if he said he completely understood Tenka's intense infatuation with him, but he'd also be lying if he said he didn't still sometimes dream about the first night she'd teleported into his room and kissed him (when he wasn't getting unwanted visits from the dead Thunder Gods currently trapped in his inner world).
"Why so surprised?" Ren Yamashiro, Commander of the Anti-Demon Corps, teasingly asked. "Did you not tell him why he was called to this meeting specifically?"
Yuuki looked down at Kyouka, his commanding officer and 'master', from where he stood by her side. The mighty, muscular Chief of the Seventh Division nearly popped a vein in her forehead as she trembled with fury at Ren's cocky demeanor. "I had hoped you'd come to your senses about this nonsense, Commander."
"Believe me, Chief Uzen. I'd hoped that the Prime Minister and the Onmyou Agency would have come to their senses about creating an Internal Affairs Division at all," Ren responded in a similar tone, though her annoyance seemed more directed at the political figures she mentioned than Kyouka. "But after the damage from the battle in Yokohama and the chaos caused by The Devotees, the powers that be have decided that my esteemed leadership may be insufficient to maintain discipline in the corps. Therefore, the Internal Affairs Division has been mandated, though as commander I may select its chief. Don't worry, Chief Wakura can continue to serve as your slave and your division's caretaker when not attending to his other duties."
"So that's why there was a giant prison being built right next to the dorm," Yuuki realized, now understanding why Himari and Shushu had called it 'his new house' when he'd asked. Apparently, they'd known about his new position before him.
He understood Kyouka's displeasure at Ren making him a pawn in her disagreement with the government. The commander was incredibly patriotic and so wouldn't refuse the order, but she was also intensely prideful and didn't take kindly to others questioning her ability as 'Life's Apex'. Selecting Yuuki, the only corps member without a peach blessing, as the Internal Affairs Division's chief was her effectively rendering the unit powerless, spitting back to the politicians who dared to doubt her.
Thus, Yuuki was more exasperated than honored when he sat in the new seat for the Internal Affairs Division Chief at the foot of the conference table. But, if this was to be his new position, he'd put his all into executing its duties as justly and passionately as he did his job as Kyouka's slave!
Though, given the other members of the Anti-Demon Corps all had peach blessings that made them demigoddesses or just flat-out goddesses, he wasn't sure how he could arrest any soldiers that did commit a crime. He couldn't ask Kyouka to drop all her own chief duties at a moment's notice whenever he needed to do his job after all. Which was, again, Ren's goal with this move in the first place.
"You'll have a meeting at the Onmyou Agency after we finish here," the commander instructed him. "Since Chief Uzen has neglected to inform you of the details of your new position, they can handle that full explanation. But in short, your duties will include arresting law breakers for court martial, acting as the new prison's warden, raping and impregnating inmates to make them pay for their crimes and breed replacement members for the corps, all that."
Yuuki nodded, his brow furrowed as suspicions filled his mind about the shady, top secret Onmyou Agency. "Yes, commander. I'll head through the gate immediately—what was that about raping and impregnating inmates?"
Once again, for some reason, he was the only person at the assembly expressing any surprise at the announcement.
Mira scoffed, her face still hidden by her cap. "We all read the new corps bylaws weeks ago. And the new laws on the books covering the corps and its members that the government just passed."
"The United Nations sanctioned the idea and the public is unanimously behind it," Fubuki elaborated. "Those who rule in the hell of Mato must be kept from thinking they can escape the laws of Earth. We must be kept from becoming our own versions of the Eight Gods of Thunder, no matter the fear it takes to keep our members in line."
"Why do you think I wanted the job?" Yakumo laughed.
"All corps members were given the chance to resign their commissions with full petition before the laws went into effect. None did," Kyouka reassured him. "We have all accepted this law as another of the cruel but implacable realities of Mato."
"R—right," Bell stammered, unable to hide the fear trembling through her. "And besides, it only applies to corps members who break the law, like the traitors who joined The Devotees. Yuuki's job is to protect all the good corps members, right?"
"Well said, Bell," Ren smirked. "Any objections, Chief Wakura?"
"I… I guess not," Yuuki replied.
If no other corps members objected to the possible punishment, who was he to object to being the one to carry it out? Better him than someone like Yakumo, who might let the power go to her head, combine with her lust, and frame whoever she wanted to fuck to have them all to herself.
More importantly, the position had gotten him invited to the Onmyou Agency. Due to the top-secret government black ops work they handled, it was an act of treason to enter their facilities without clearance, even for Anti-Demon Corps troops. He and his allies needed to find out what they were up to in order to protect his sister and her friends in the Hidden Village, but even Kyouka and Tenka had to be careful in investigating them, Tenka using her portals to sneak around when the rare opportunity rose. But since he was invited, perhaps he could find something useful! It was dangerous, but it was a risk he was willing to take to help his loved ones!
Though, he noticed that Tenka was frowning at him with concern whenever the agency was mentioned, no doubt aware of the peril he'd be entering by going there alone (not even Kyouka could legally accompany him without her own invitation). He wished he had some way to put her mind at ease, but he could not pass up this chance.
Little did he know, he'd never be the same after his meeting at the Onmyou Agency. Or that he'd be taking one of his dear friends out of it in handcuffs.
Tenka Izumo really should have known better than to infiltrate the Onmyou Agency on such short notice. Her previous espionage incursion into the top-secret building had been carefully planned. But she could hardly let Yuuki venture alone into the headquarters of the very same people who were hunting his sister and the other humanoid shuuki. The summons may have been an innocent enough meeting to prepare him for his new position as Chief of Internal Affairs, but it could also have been a trap. Perhaps their enemies knew more than they thought they did.
Fortunately, the Chief of the Sixth Division was a veteran soldier with a near godlike peach blessing. Ame-no-Mitori allowed her to portal directly into the Onmyou Agency's restricted headquarters, and her expert stealth skills enabled her to traverse its halls undetected. She shadowed Yuuki through the building as he was led on a tour by the agency's elderly director, shown the police vans and cars that'd been prepared for Internal Affairs' use in Mato. He was presented with the uniform for his new unit, which was modified to incorporate more police elements in addition to the usual Anti-Demon Corps military style. Tenka's loins warmed when Yuuki tried on his dress uniform, a complete military police complement on its belt. She knew exactly what she'd be envisioning to relieve her boredom in her bedroom that night.
Eventually, the director brought Yuuki, still in his uniform, to a secluded dark room with a single wooden table in its center. Tenka hid in the shadows just outside the hall, overhearing all she could.
All while the elderly woman who led the Onmyou Agency directed Yuuki's attention to the divine-looking apple on the table, its sheen the same as one of Mato's peaches.
"Chief Wakura, though we and the prime minister are displeased by Commander Yamashiro's petty choice to place you in charge of the Internal Affairs Division, I would like to assure you that we are fully committed to assisting you in fulfilling your duties according to the new Anti-Demon Corps bylaws. To that end, we would like to offer you a way to safely arrest any corps member, regardless of how godlike their peach blessing is," the director warmly assured him, gesturing to the apple.
Yuuki's brow furrowed in suspicion. "That's not a Mato Peach. And in any case, I'm male, so one wouldn't work on me."
"Correct on both counts. This is what we are calling a Mato Apple, the first of its kind, borne of the peach blessing of the prison you'll be in charge of."
"The peach blessing… of the prison? How does a building 'eat' a Mato Peach?"
"Classified, I'm afraid. Let's just say that our experiments regarding Mato have yielded 'interesting fruit'," the director joked. "According to our research, eating this apple will make you an extension of the prison's peach blessing just as becoming Chief Uzen's slave makes you an extension of hers. You will be bound to fulfill the letter of the law against any corps member who breaks it to your knowledge or that you possess sufficient evidence of. However, as soon as you determine to arrest someone, their peach blessing will be negated and their physical strength limited, allowing you to safely bring in any criminal soldier. Even, should the need arise, Ren Yamashiro."
Tenka's eyes widened. They'd thought the commander had ties to the Onmyou Agency. Perhaps her pride and godlike power made even those patriotic connections shaky.
Yuuki glared at the director. "Commander Yamashiro would never commit a crime."
"I agree. Despite how worrisome her prideful petulance can be at times, the commander is dedicated to Japan. However, it is always wise to have a check in place for such extreme power, just in case," the elderly woman keenly replied. "In addition, we've had reports that some of the Eight Gods of Thunder possess abilities to take control of a person's mental faculties. If you were to wield the apple's powers as an extension of the prison, you could safely detain those afflicted without trouble, with their freedom returned to them as soon as the mind control is lifted. Without such an ability, I fear the casualties among the controlled, their comrades who'd have to fight them, and the innocent. A hero is needed to prevent such a potential disaster. You! Chief Wakura!"
Tenka scowled. How dare this hag use Yuuki's forthright wishes to become a hero and protect his comrades to manipulate him?! Even if nothing she said was technically wrong. Tenka herself had nearly been a victim of the Thunder Gods' mental illusions before.
Yuuki was visibly affected by the argument, but still his kind nature made him hesitate. "Is there any way to remove the rape part of the bylaws?"
"I'm afraid the bylaws were designed to facilitate the nature of the prison's peach blessing on that count. Otherwise, we never would have entertained such barbarism. I'm still amazed the politicians, the public, and the corps got behind it so easily. I suppose the recent attacks on Earth have everyone seeking security," the director shrugged. "We're still researching the full capabilities of the prison's peach blessing. We'll be able to learn more once the apple has a user. But while I applaud your compassion, Chief Wakura, I must warn you. Powers above both of us have decided this position is going to exist. If you decide your conscience cannot bear the strain of the duty, that is fine, even admirable. But if not you, with your compassion and temperance, then it will be filled by another, perhaps lacking those virtuous qualities and willing to abuse the law instead of enforcing it to the letter. I hear Chief Yakumo of the Fifth Division was the runner-up for the posting—"
Yuuki immediately grabbed the apple and took a bite.
Tenka concurred with his choice one hundred percent. No matter if this was some sort of trap or not, Yakumo could not be allowed to acquire such power!
Her love placed the apple back on the table, the fruit withering away now that its essence was in him.
"Is it supposed to do that?" Yuuki inquired, looking himself over. "And should something have happened to me? I've never seen anyone eat a peach before so I'm not clear on the immediate aftermath—Aaarrggghhh!!!"
The caretaker of the Seventh Division let out a garbled scream, falling to one knee as his veins pulsed with energy. The director only smiled, a sinister shadow over her eyes.
Tenka acted instantly, summoning a portal behind the director and bashing her head against the wall. The old woman was slumped over unconscious before she even realized anyone else had been there.
The Chief of the Sixth Division enlarged the portal and dashed into the room, kneeling down to Yuuki's side.
"Yuuki! Yuuki! Darling, are you alright?" Tenka feverishly inquired.
"Aargh! Aarg… oh. I'm alright now," Yuuki remarked, blinking in surprise at his own body, the intense pain completely vanished. "Guess it's like getting a shot. Hurts a lot for a moment, and then it's over, no worse for wear."
Tenka's eyes glanced over his body. His muscles had already been thick and toned from months of Kyouka's relentless training regimen but now? Mmm, he filled out his new Internal Affairs Chief uniform to perfection. She would most definitely not be bored that night.
"Well, thank goodness that you're alright," she said, helping him up to his feet. She dusted herself off and turned towards the unconscious director. "It's a good thing they don't know all the details of the prison's peach blessing. It will be easy to tell her she was just knocked out by an unexpected side effect of you eating the apple when she wakes up. In the meantime, I'll leave you to finish your tour, darling."
In reality, she was going to go back to her previous hiding place and keep watching out for his safety until he was out of the Onmyou Agency, but she didn't want to make him overly concerned after what just transpired.
However, when she attempted to create the portal, she found that for the first time ever, Ame-no-Mitori did not obey.
"W—What?" Tenka stammered, the composed and confident chief caught off-guard for what felt like the first time in her life. She tried again to activate her peach blessing, but her mastery over space did not respond, the well-honed strength of her body feeling unnaturally fatigued as well. "What's happening? Yuuki, my power isn't working—"
Her crystal blue eyes widened as she remembered the director's explanation of the abilities the apple would grant to the one who ate it. And how that person would be metaphysically bound to police any member of the Anti-Demon Corps that broke the law. Like she was doing even being in this building, let alone her attack on the director.
She turned to see Yuuki towering over her. Her love's face was partially confused, as if he didn't entirely comprehend what he was doing or want to do it. But also, resolute and determined to do his duty to the law in a way that made Tenka's heart flutter even as she knew the handcuffs he pulled from his uniform's belt were for her.
"Tenka Izumo, you are under arrest for treason and assault," Yuuki declared. "Under the Anti-Demon Corps bylaws, your commission and rights as a human being are hereby suspended for the duration of your incarceration. Do you understand your situation, Chief Izumo?"
Several thoughts flashed through Tenka's mind in that moment. How she may not have formally won Yuuki's heart yet, but she knew he was just as attracted to her as she was to him. The negligible likelihood of her being able to overcome and escape him while handicapped. But most of all, how thorough the intake and incarceration process was under the new laws. And if her love was the one doing it to her, well…
… she'd never see her bedroom again, but she'd also never be bored again.
Tenka looked at Yuuki with complete adoration as she put her hands in the air and bent her gloved arms behind her head. "I understand fully, Chief Wakura. I'll come quietly. Unless you wish me to be loud?"
She emphasized her last question with a flirtatious wink. She didn't want poor Yuuki feeling guilty about what he was about to do to her. Oh, the things she wanted him to do to her, Mmmmm…
Yuuki let out an exasperated sigh at her nonchalance, but any hesitation that had warred within against his lust and the apple's instincts to perform his duty to the law promptly vanished. He stalked up behind Tenka and took hold of the beautiful chief's muscular arms, firmly wrenching them down behind her back. The buxom military woman gasped as she felt rigid steel handcuffs fasten tight around her gloved wrists, the gorgeous blonde locked in shackles with two sharp, succinct clicks.
They may as well have been starter pistols.
Yuuki exploded into action as if his slave form had spotted shuuki, shoving his captive across the room. The black leather thigh-high boots of Tenka's uniform rode up her toned, supple legs as their heels cluttered over the wood, the voluptuous corps woman jammed up against the side of the table the apple had sat upon. The shapely soldier yelped as her arresting officer took hold of her waist and her shoulder and bent her down over the polished wood, her bountiful bust smushed against the inside of her shirt and military tunic.
Her arresting officer leaned over her sensual body, his muscular weight pressing down over the mature woman's back. Tenka keened as she was pinned down to the table by a pleasurable pressure, her uniform shorts yanked down to her knees, leaving only her silk lace panties (she had to be ready in case Yuuki decided to consummate their relationship while they were at work) to shield her womanhood. Just as planned, the Chief of the Sixth Division's underwear was easy for her love to relieve from her, the sultry officer's misty sex exposed as Yuuki's fly unzipped. The sexy blonde beneath him shuddered with anticipation as his bulbous tip prodded against her moist quim lips, pleasure tingling through the handcuffed woman as her captor's hot breath danced over the back of her creamy neck.
"It's… like the rewards… I… I am compelled," Yuuki bit out through his lust, taking firm hold of Tenka's white gloves and the steel bracelets that bound them. "If I see someone by law that I should arrest based on what I know, I must."
"And carry out all that the law bids of you," Tenka huskily whispered, tipping her head back so that her captor could see the heat in her cheeks and the excitement in her clear blue eyes. "I have never needed to be compelled to give you your just rewards, Chief Wakura. I ask you not to hesitate with me now. Punish me. Dominate me. Do your duty and take me as your criminal slut."
And so he did. With the last of embers of his hesitation, of any hesitation that he would ever feel for his duty, smothered, Yuuki's thrusted his manhood into the bound chief's quim.
"Oh—Oh—Oooohh!" Tenka stammered, shutting her eyes to bask in the sensation piercing through her. Even her wildest fantasies did not compete with the reality of Yuuki's cock shoving through her, pushing the elegant officer's damp walls aside as the heavy rod of flesh plunged down her sacred cavern. The shaft was warm and thick and strong as its stabbed through her silken depths, the buxom military woman shaking as pleasure sweeter than any Mato peach stirred within her, her thighs beginning to quiver and buckle.
Her arresting officer put a stop to that, reaching down and wrapping a muscular arm around the criminal chief's sleek thigh-high boot. Yuuki lifted one of Tenka's long, sensual legs into the air, shifting the angle of the beautiful soldier's cunt so he could thrust even deeper into her snug womanhood. And so he did, pulling his prick out to the edge of the handcuffed teleporter's entrance, only to rail back into her with vigorous speed. He turned the gorgeous criminal on her side as her shiny black booted leg was lifted even higher in the air, her professional high heel stabbing the sky as the mature beauty was pumped full of hot, throbbing cock.
Squelch after squelch thundered Tenka's quim, the sultry chief moaning and quivering as her pussy was pounded raw. Her gloved wrists shivered in her handcuffs, the chainlinks rattling as her captor's stiff shaft seared through the sensual soldier's vagina. Yuuki's arm snaked around her chest, fondling and groping the blonde's buxom breasts through her stately uniform. The military policeman snapped off her uniform's golden buttons, her plump bust springing out in the tight confines of white dress shirt underneath, undressing her as if she was his wife to be pleasured after a long day at work.
She'd imagined her life with Yuuki a thousand times before. The wedding, their marital bliss as working wife and handsome househusband, their numerous children that Aoba would get to fawn over, it was to be paradise. But now that his cock was finally within her, burrowing deep and fierce, she found her mind flashing to different fantasies. Specifically in a military police processing room.
Her uniform stripped from her, her naked body fondled, frisked, and searched through every cavity. Her elegant gloves ripped from her hands, her fingers forcibly smashed into wet inkpads before being pressed down into official documents. Her mouth swabbed with a cotton tip, her DNA and fingerprints taken for her new criminal record. Shoved in front of a camera with a height marker chart behind her and a skintight orange prison jumpsuit covering her shapely body. The decorated chief, an honor student all her life before she'd transitioned into her celebrated military career, could only clutch a black inmate ID slate as her mugshots were taken and she was chained up in a cell to await her court martial.
"Oh!—Oh!—Oooooohhhh!!!" Tenka moaned, an orgasm tearing through her loins as the camera taking her mugshots flashed in her fantasy. The imaginary Yuuki pinned her up against the bars of her cell and unzipped her bright tangerine jail jumpsuit just as the real thing jammed his cock through her clenching folds. The handcuffed chief, usually austere and graceful to a tee, panted and sweated like a prison bitch in heat, her womanly juices flooding her folds and drenching her captor's dick in slick, sweet sin. The gorgeous blonde sang as he squeezed her buxom mammaries through her dress shirt, his bulbous tip pumping through her as it bulged with each thrust. Growing and growing and growing until… "Breed me, Chief Wakura! Cum in my pussy and creampie my criminal womb—Ooooooommmm!!!!"
The beautiful military officer got her wish, her arresting officer plunging his cock deep into the quim of the Sixth Division's chief and erupting with rich, goopy semen. Tenka's scarlet cheeks glistened with euphoria as she wailed in ecstasy, the arrested woman yanking her handcuffs taut as molten cum magma gushed through her silken folds. Her raised leg shuddered from where it stood lifted high in the air, her thigh-high boot barely containing her sweaty, sensual limb as Yuuki held her quivering thigh tight. The Chief of Internal Affairs squeezed his captive criminal slut's voluptuous breasts as his seed chugged into her, pinching the sultry professional soldier's nipple just as his hot sludge poured into Tenka's mature womb.
It was a dream come true for the Chief of the Sixth Division, excitement flooding her veins as she felt herself thoroughly impregnated by Yuuki's swimmers. The images of scandal filling her mind should have horrified her, the media castigating her for betraying her oath to the Anti-Demon Corps, her parents disowning her for her crimes, the crowds chanting for her to be hanged even as she was constantly knocked up in prison by her strict and lustful warden. That same lust would be the only thing to spare her neck from the noose, the handcuffs restraining her arms behind her back ensuring the elegant woman could never affect an escape from her incarceration. Oh yes, why hadn't she thought of going to prison the moment Yuuki was named Chief of Internal Affairs?!
"Mmm, take me, officer. Take me to jail…" Tenka murmured, lost in the throes of passion as a thick, sticky creampie leaked out of her pussy lips and streamed down her succulent thighs. The gorgeous chief quivered as the warm seed slipped into the snug leather of her uniform thigh-highs, the river of her and Yuuki's juices squished between her black boots and her ivory skin. Her arresting officer gripped her short blonde hair and yanked the buxom soldier's head back, the pain shooting through her scalp only heightening the excitement and pleasure blazing through the bound beauty. "Yeeessss! Punish me, Chief Wakura! Ravage me! Take me to jail and make me your prison wife—Mmmmm!!!"
Chief Izumo's pleas for punishment were muffled as Yuuki's mouth crashed down on her glossy pink lips. Tenka's sultry blue eyes widened as her love's slimy tongue flicked over her lips, his teeth biting at her creamy flesh to demand entrance. The chief's eyelashes fluttered closed as her maw opened to accept the conquering kiss, her own tongue swiftly wrestled into submission as her pussy was filled with renewed thrusts.
For what felt like hours, Tenka was in paradise, pounded and plundered like as a criminal whore in her elegant Mato Defense Corps uniform, a younger man's cock claiming her creampied cunt as he kissed her hard and heaty. The gorgeous Chief of the Sixth Division squealed with every thrust through her silken snatch, her long, sexy legs spread as wide as possible to clear the way for as many of Yuuki's rich, gooey swimmers as possible.
Her arresting officer fucked and filled her on every surface in that Onmyou Agency backroom, his rod of molten flesh burrowing through her cunt, mouth, and asshole in time, thoroughly claiming the shapely professional soldier as his criminal breeding bitch. Burning cream flooded through her vagina and sphincter as she was bulldozed against the wall, the uniformed beauty later forced down to her knees and brutally facefucked. Tenka jingled her handcuffs behind her back and looked up at Yuuki with utter salacious devotion, her tongue flicking over his juicy spear as it plowed through her cheeks. Her feather earring bounced about her earlobe as she moaned with pleasure, her dress shirt unbuttoned to allow her captor to fondle her bust directly.
With every creampie shot into her, no matter the end, she felt herself growing more and more addicted to the salty substance permeating her womb, throat, and anus. Literally addicted, as the heat growing within her, spreading through her veins like molten spider silk, felt like an extension of the force that restricted her strength and kept her from Ame-no-Mitori. The power of the apple binding her forever to sin. Especially since the Onmyou Agency director she'd earlier slammed against the wall didn't wake up throughout the course of the arrest and might not have just been unconscious.
All too soon, Tenka was marched through the agency and into an Internal Affairs Division police van, the first criminal taken into custody by the new unit. With creampie's leaking down her succulent legs and semen dribbling down her chin throughout her perpwalk, the beautiful Chief of the Sixth Division had her handcuffs latched down to the vehicle's bench as she was driven off to jail.
Kuusetsu hadn't known what to expect when she'd watched from Yuuki's soul world as he ate the apple of Mato. She, Fukuma, and Rairen had all been surprised when an apple tree had blossomed in the mercurial space, fruit ready to be plucked. Naturally, the most beautiful and powerful of all the Gods of Thunder had taken a bite to see how they tasted.
The next thing she knew, she was outside Yuuki's body, watching him arrest and fuck Tenka Izumo up-close and personal.
She didn't have a body, so no one could see her, but she was there. In the real world. She immediately tried to gobble up the Mato Defense Corps Chief and start fucking Yuuki herself, but the moment she tried, her ghostly form locked up. Horrible pain struck her nerves like lightning, her paralyzed form held captive as a voice rumbled through her mind. A voice more terrifying than any the young god had ever heard while she still lived.
"Feed. Me."
"Wha—what do you mean?" Kuusetsu asked. "Feed you how?"
The voice's essence flooded through her mind, turning her vision black. It was if she was a video game disc put back in its case until she and Shikoku wanted to play it again.
When she could see again, she could feel she was back in the mental world. Fukuma and Rairen were nowhere in sight, only a large television in a white void before the young god.
On that TV, was a huge courtroom, full of polished wood and shiny marble. Nine women in full Mato Defense Corps uniform sat behind an elevated table against the wall of the room, the center lady behind a judge's bench with a gavel at the ready. There were two full sections of pews flanking a center aisle to the door (Yuuki, Kyouka, Mira, and a bunch of other demon hunters in the front row behind the defendant's bench), news reporters aiming cameras at the proceedings, and some other court personnel scattered about. But the thing that most caught Kuusetsu's eye was who was sitting behind the defendant's table.
Tenka Izumo, in full Mato Defense Corps dress uniform, the busty blonde just as serene as always even though she'd been a fucked silly mess covered in spiderwebs of sticky cum the last time Kuusetsu had seen her. Now, she was prim, proper, and cool as a cucumber sitting next to her defense attorney, even under the bailiffs' withering glares.
The judge accepted a note from one of the other military women on the panel, looking it over before tapping her gavel for silence. "May the defendant please rise."
Elegant as always, Tenka complied, a flutter of camera shutters documenting her expression in that crucial moment.
"Having entered a guilty plea to the charges of second-degree murder and high treason, would you like to take this time to make any final statements for the court record?" the judge sternly inquired. "Speak now, or forever hold your peace."
"Thank you, Your Honor. I wish to once again thank the court for agreeing to the prosecution's plea bargain to take the death penalty off the table in exchange for my guilty plea," Tenka respectfully bowed. When she rose again however, her cheeks were bathed in scarlet blush. "I also wish to once more compliment the dashing and heroic manner in which Chief Wakura took me into custody—"
"Chief Izumo, you have already been cited four times for contempt of court for going on about how skilled Chief Wakura was in subduing you. Do not make us have to file the paperwork for a fifth."
"As you wish, Your Honor," Tenka replied, turning back and winking at Yuuki in the row behind her. The Chief of Internal Affairs fidgeted and looked away with his own blush, while Kyouka facepalmed with an exhausted groan and Mira's face turned a bright, and far more embarrassed, red than her fellow chiefs.
"Chief Tenka Izumo, Mato Defense Corps Sixth Division! This court martial hereby finds you guilty on all charges!" the stern judge announced, banging her gavel to quiet the inevitable tide of noise following the verdict. "Due to the severity of the charges involved, Chief Izumo is to be dishonorable discharged from service, effective immediately!"
That finally got a reaction out of Tenka, the mature woman glancing down at her perfectly maintained dress uniform. A moroseness passed through her face at the thought of never wearing it again, her decorated military career rendered moot with her conviction. She did not struggle when the bailiffs came up behind her, twisted her arms behind her back, and clasped the professional woman's wrists in gleaming steel handcuffs.
"Sentencing will now begin for Inmate 00001 – Ms. Tenka Izumo," the judge declared, her gavel finally bring silence from the press. "As punishment for the totality of her crimes, this court hereby sentences the defendant, Tenka Izumo, to life in prison without parole! Bailiffs! Take this traitor away!"
The uniformed bailiffs whirled Tenka around and shoved the curvaceous blonde down the center aisle, her thigh-high high heel boots clacking across the marble floor. Reporters' cameras flashed as the muckrakers badgered the convicted chief for a comment while she was taken away to prison as an incarcerated criminal.
The television fritzed as the channel shifted to a news anchor reporting behind a desk, Tenka's mugshots projected above her shoulders. Both head-on and profile shots showcased the uniformed beauty holding an inmate ID plaque in front of her buxom breasts, its white letters reading: Inmate 00001 – Izumo, Tenka.
"Mato Defense Corps Chief Locked Up Behind Bars!" the news anchor announced, the lower-third headline projecting that same statement. "The same day that the new Internal Affairs Division of the MDC was created, the department proved its worth with the arrest of Sixth Division Chief Tenka Izumo for treason and murder. The demon hunter with the face of an angel pled guilty to all charges and accepted a life sentence to be served at the new Mato Women's Military Penitentiary as its very first inmate. Internal Affairs Chief Yuuki Wakura proves that despite his gender and lack of a peach blessing, he is more than up to the task of watching the watchwomen, taking into custody both the Sixth Division Chief and several high-ranking members of the Onmyou Agency who'd been engaged in illegal human experimentation…"
"Oh, he used the fact that the agency was now his crime scene to investigate as a way to get the evidence he needed to bust the people who wanted to experiment on his sister. Smart move, Yuuki-chan!" Kuusetsu grinned. "Got the collars, and a hot inmate to knock up—"
"Feed! Me!"
"Gah!" Kuusetsu gasped, smashing her hands over her ears as the haunting voice ripped through her head. "Feed you what?!"
"Inmates!"
"Inmates? What are you, the prison—" Kuusetsu's eyes widened as she remembered the Onmyou director's explanation on which peach blessing truly gave the apple its power. "Oh my us, you're the prison! The prison they fed a peach to… somehow."
"Inmates! More! Stronger! In me! Feed me!"
"Look, Yuuki-chan's awesome. If any demon hunters turn crooked, he'll catch them," Kuusetsu argued, only for a sly, understanding smirk to spread over her lips. "Unless you don't exactly care if they're actually crooked."
"Strong! Stronger inmates! Delicious! Feed me!"
"Hehehe, your powers only bind Yuuki-chan to its rules and the law. You can't force him to arrest people willy-nilly. But if he has evidence he can't ignore, even if he wants to have faith in them, he'll need to lock them up and fuck them up," Kuusetsu deduced, excitedly rubbing her hands together. "You won't let us do anything outside that doesn't relate to framing people, but if we are…"
"FEED ME!"
"Human systems must be fed to justify their own existence. I'll give you a venerable buffet of demon hunters," Kuusetsu gleefully plotted. "And Yuuki-chan a delicious harem!"
Tenka Izumo would only be the first prison wife to bask in his wonderful cock!
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The hellish scenery of Mato's seventh sector truly emphasized the bleak horror of the Mato Military Women's Penitentiary. Thick concrete walls covered in barbed wire made even the correctional facility's borders look imposing, casting a terrifying shadow next to the neighboring Seventh Division dorm. The buildings' barriers were fused together, creating a defense that no shuuki could ever hope to penetrate. Meanwhile, the internal halls of dark stone seemed to drain the hope from every prisoner in its cells, almost as if the prison was a living creature terrifying its cattle stable into docility.
Unlike most convicts however, Tenka knew no such despair. After all, one of the benefits of being the prison's first proper inmate was that she had her pick of the work details. And wouldn't you know it, the warden's office had an opening for Chief Wakura's personal secretary.
Fantasies of being Yuuki's sexy secretary aside, the former Sixth Division leader was a perfect fit for the role. She had extensive administrative experience, excelled at finance management, and was happy to work for the regular incarceration rate of one yen an hour even with the knowledge of the sizable salary she once made as a chief. She was crucial in helping the warden get the new prison, and the Internal Affairs Division as a whole, up and running so quickly, including the research division which consisted of what little moral remains were left of the defunct Onmyou Agency (the director was probably rolling in her grave about her blunder including them in the Internal Affairs Division's purview). She'd even had time to receive visits from Yachiho, her former Vice-Chief having been made interim chief until the commander made an official decision on Tenka's replacement, and give her advice on handling her sudden new responsibilities.
Every day, Tenka awoke in her barred cell, put on the skintight orange jumpsuit and knee-high black high heel boots that were the uniform of a lifer inmate, and stood at attention to be counted for rollcall. She underwent her daily cavity search and was restrained to be taken to the cafeteria for breakfast. After the meal, she went to her desk in front of the warden's office, had a ball and chain attached to her leg irons so she couldn't leave without permission, and set about doing the paperwork of the morning shift. Lunch was brought up to her and sometimes the warden let her eat with him in his office (often with herself as his 'main course') when he didn't have a prior engagement as either a chief or the Seventh Division's caretaker. Following that, she handled the afternoon shift, had her daily sexual discipline administered at the end of the workday, went to the cafeteria for dinner, and then enjoyed her free time in the yard or library before returning to her cell for lights out. A beautiful cycle, no matter what some of the other convicts felt.
Admittedly, she was a bit saddened that her prestigious career had been irreparably tarnished by her conviction, her once-immaculate reputation annihilated by Japan's intense societal stigma against the arrested. Her parents had only visited her once in jail, specifically to declare their horror at her crimes and disown her. Even Tobera Azuma had stopped by to express her profound disappointment in the woman she'd entrusted Yachiho to had gotten locked up behind bars, though admittedly her critique was that Tenka should have been skilled enough not to get caught rather than that she'd committed treason or killed the Onmyou Agency director.
"Ms. Izumo. Please come in here."
All moroseness vanished from Tenka's mind as soon as her beloved's voice rang out from his office. With a bright smile, she felt the ball and chain detach from her leg irons via remote control, rising to her feet as she spotted her desk clock strike noon.
Lunchtime.
Tenka's handcuffs jingled around her wrists as she opened the door to the warden's office, licking her lips as she spotted Yuuki sitting back in his desk chair, his fly unzipped and his gargantuan cock erect and ready. The convicted Chief of the Sixth Division licked her lips at the plump meatpole that'd soon be impaling her, the voluptuous felon sashaying towards her jailer as her leg irons rattled between her sleek black high heel boots. Her skintight orange inmate jumpsuit hugged every swell of the convict's bountiful curves, her massive mammaries made even more round and succulent by her pregnant belly that'd been growing since she'd first been arrested a month ago. The jailed soldier's rapturous appeal was amplified as she reached up to unzip her tangerine prison uniform, her creamy bust and pussy unveiled as her black metal ID collar glowed with her prison registry information.
Name: Izumo, Tenka
Former Rank: Chief – Sixth Division
Age: 25
Inmate ID: 00001
Crimes Convicted: Murder, Treason, Contempt of Court
Sentence: Life in Prison (Without Parole)
The gorgeous criminal swung her legs open as she popped a squat atop the warden's lap, shuddering with pleasure as his hot spear drove up into the heartland of her quim. Tenka moaned with deep, whorish bliss as her slick walls parted against her arresting officer's thick shaft, its bulbous tip barging against the entrance to the older pregnant woman's womb. Yuuki seized her captive hands as she basked in the sensation, unlocking her shackles only to bend the convicted chief's arms behind her back and tighten handcuffs around her wrists once more, the frigid steel like lightning against her warming flesh.
Her jailer took hold of her shapely hips as she bounced atop his prick, the gorgeous felon salivating as her silken folds memorized every contour and vein of the invading rod. The salacious secretary gasped with ecstasy as Yuuki leaned in and peppered her throat with kisses, leaving a trail of hickeys down the mature inmate's neck until he reached her titanic tits. The warden dove into her plump pregnant bosom and bombarded the busty convict into lovebites and licks. Tenka sang as her bountiful breasts were devoured, the ravishing murderess jackhammered from below as the man who arrested her wrapped his lips around her pert pink teats. The handcuffed criminal wailed with euphoria as he sucked down on her nipples, lashing her udders with his slimy tongue and sucking up the sweet milk meant for their baby. Legally, the former Chief of the Sixth Division would have no parental claim to her child, but she had faith that Yuuki would permit her to be as much a mother to their son or daughter as her incarceration allowed.
"Ah! Ah! Warden—Ah! Oh! Oh, warden—Aah!" Tenka moaned, her pregnant pussy pulverized by pulsing cock, the flesh rod within her growing hotter and hotter as her own orgasm dowsed it in her womanly juices. Her folds clenched and twisted around the throbbing halberd as the collared chief bounced atop its ballsack, her unzipped inmate uniform jittering over her buxom form. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me, warden! I'm a dirty, dirty woman! A sinful secretary! A salacious whore! Seed my criminal cunt! Plow me full of your baby batter! Make me one of your prison wives for the rest of my life sentence—Oooohhh!!!"
Tenka's pleas were interrupted as Yuuki reached around her waist and took hold of her pillowy ass. The incarcerated chief squealed as her warden abruptly stood from his chair and slammed her down over his desk. The sensual secretary gasped as her jailer's pounding only accelerated, even as he took hold of her black high heel boots and bent the bombshell felon's legs back over her glamorous body. Her flexible form twisted into a mating press as her pregnant belly and breasts shook with every hammering thrust through her pussy, the gorgeous convict could only shiver in her tightly locked handcuffs.
"You know the rules, inmate," Yuuki authoritatively reminded her, his hot, husky breath washing over her creamy flesh as her bouncing breasts glistened with sweat. "Recite your confession, Ms. Izumo."
"Ah! Ah! My name is—Ah!—Tenka Izumo! Former—Ah!—Chief of the Mato Defense Corps—AH!--Sixth Division!" Tenka panted in-between screaming moans of ecstasy. "Being of sound mind and body, I confess to the crimes of murder, treason, and contempt of court! Please punish me, warden! Rehabilitate this criminal slut! Make me pay my debt to society and fuck me raw—AAAaaaahhhhh!!!!!
Yuuki pressed her legs down over her pregnant body, plugged his dick into her cunt, and let the throbbing fleshpole unleash a torrent of thick molten sludge into the ravishing inmate's cunt. Tenka shrieked with euphoria, her ocean blue eyes rolling back in her head as her shapely body shuddered in her skintight orange prison uniform. The gorgeous lifer flailed her slobbery tongue as hot, gooey swimmers smashed against her pregnant womb, a vivacious geyser plugging her up with salacious warmth. Her handcuffs ground against the warden's desk as her toes curled in her sleek high heel boots, the convicted chief thoroughly dominated as her voluptuous bust bounced through the frigid jail air.
Dear god, going to prison was the best thing to ever happen to her. She'd never had as much excitement as a free woman than she had during her month behind bars as Inmate 00001. Crime truly did pay.
"Okay, I'm not hearing any more fucking noises, so I'm going to assume you're done," a familiar voice called from outside the office. The door opened and a confident, white-haired woman entered in a Mato Defense Corps chief uniform with a trio of bagged lunches in her hand. The moment she saw the state of Yuuki and Tenka however, she let out the same exhausted groan as her face fell into her palm. "And now I see it was just a lull. Great."
"Hello, Chief Uzen. What a lovely surprise," Tenka beamed, required by law to refer to Kyouka by her title now that she was convicted. "I didn't see you on the lunch schedule with the warden and the guard sergeant—"
"I invited her!" Aoba Wakura exclaimed, leaping into the room with the fly of her guard sergeant uniform pants undone and her pale pussy lips exposed. She threw herself into the air with her prehensile hair, landing atop Tenka's face in a perfect split. "Get licking, you beautiful niece/nephew maker!"
"Ahf coarse, ma'am!" Tenka cheered, her voice muffled by her spiritual sister-in-law's mushy folds. The collared Chief of the Sixth Division shot her slimy tongue into the Former Human's silken snatch, stoking sweet nectar from her snug cunt.
"Ooo! Yeeess! Keep going, you busty criminal babymaker!" Aoba slobbered with an enormous grin. She bent down over Tenka's pregnant belly and gleefully rubbed the fleshy beach ball, pressing her ear to the prisoner's creamy skin. "Make me my first adorable niece/nephew! The first of many! Muhahahaha!"
So, turned out that to make sure the charges against most of the Omnyou Agency stuck (and to pressure the government higher-ups into hanging them out to dry), Yuuki had asked his sister and some of her friends to reveal themselves and testify in court. Most of the Hidden Village remained a secret, but Aoba, Naon, and Koko had stepped forward as the first publicly known Former Humans. Fortunately, that meant they received the benefit of the huge splash of positive publicity that the Internal Affairs Division's debut got. And Aoba, seeing a chance to both improve acceptance of Former Humans to the point that the Hidden Village could be revealed and gain an abundance of cute nieces and nephews, had signed her and her allies up to join her brother's unit.
"Now then, little bro," Aoba excitedly began, pulling out a pair of warrants from her guard sergeant uniform's pockets. "We've got two new warrants approved by a judge for some very promising babymakers. We've got Fubuki Azuma for the Azuma branch family massacre, I think a woman with experience could handle the accelerated gestation period of the prison well. And we've got Ren Yamashiro for some very fun charges—"
"Okay! Not a conversation I need to be here for!" Kyouka declared, slamming the bagged lunches down on Yuuki's desk. "What did you want to talk about, Yuuki?"
"Oh, well, I actually wanted to deputize you as an Internal Affairs member," Yuuki nervously revealed, cutely blushing at his mistress' confidence. "We've been tracking some illegal activities running through the Eighth Division, and it's looking like Chief Pilipenko and Vice-Chief Sherawat may both be involved, among others. With a special prison-made strap-on, I was wondering if you might handle Varvara's arrest. Might make her less… opposed to it."
Kyouka cocked an eyebrow. "Special prison-made strap-on?"
"It's peach blessed to make semen out of the wearer's DNA."
"What kind of peach blessing is that?!?!"
Tenka giggled underneath Aoba's pussy, the Former Human squirting very human femcum over her features. Truly, the prison's peach blessing revealed new facets of itself every day. The research division's studies had confirmed that the convicted chief truly was chemically addicted to Yuuki's cum after being creampied, a side effect of the apple's powers in an effort to bind the arrested to lawful obedience. By all estimates, the semen produced by the mysterious strap-ons that came from the walls would have a similar effect.
Perhaps Tenka should have been concerned that Yuuki's stable of gorgeous convict sluts was about to expand. Or maybe she should have been jealous that he was so close to Kyouka, enough to both deputize her and offer her one of the most beautiful women in the Mato Defense Corps as her breeding bitch. But the former teleporter felt that incarceration had matured both her and her relationship with her arresting officer. One of the reasons she'd fallen in love with Yuuki was that he had more than enough love to go around, in every sense of the word.
Even if the cell blocks were completely filled, Inmate 00001 was confident that her life sentence at Mato Military Women's Penitentiary would remain eternally pleasurable. The Chief of the Internal Affairs Division would continue to enforce absolute, sexy discipline with his faithful secretary by his side.