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Generations (Teen Squad Adventures no. 2)

by Sigma

I

Delta City, Tokyotown.

Yumi Wong and Summer Morgan knelt on the floor of the dojo, sitting on their knees as they watched the tall, Asian woman pace slowly back in forth in front of them. She was close to fifty, with streaks of gray in her long, inky black hair, but she moved with an agile, easy grace that a woman half her age would have. The two teens didn’t take their eyes off of Asa Miyazawa, the heroine formerly known as the Iron Crane, as she stopped and turned to face them.

“Why are you two here?”

They looked at each other before Summer turned and faced her. “To study under you, Asa-sensei. To be better superheroes.”

“Uh huh…” Asa said. “This is true, Summer. You have been training under me for some weeks now, at Angela’s suggestion. But I have yet to see what this one can do,” she said, motioning to Yumi.

“I…” Yumi froze. “Sensei, I simply wish to learn from one of the best.”

Asa stepped back. “We will spar then, so I can see for myself how much the two of you need to learn. Summer. On your feet.”

“Yes, sensei!” Summer said and stood up. She wore a green tanktop over a black training bra and a pair of tight shorts that hugged her toned ass. Asa was dressed in white athletic shorts and a cropped hoodie the same color. The two women bowed and took position and Yumi simply sat by and watched.

Asa watched Summer closely and dug her bare feet into the dojo floor. “Begin.”

Yumi watched the two charge at each other and trade blows. She then winced, feeling the impact of a particularly sharp strike that Asa landed on Summer. Summer yelped and Yumi jumped in surprise as Asa hit Summer with a powerful blow that made her spiral through the air. Summer skidded across the floor and landed in a heap next to Yumi, her butt sticking up in the air.

“Owww…” Summer groaned.

“Ms. Wong.”

Yumi jumped and looked up at Asa.

“Please,” Asa motioned for her to take position.

Yumi swallowed a lump in her throat and stood up.

“As this is our first meeting, I need to see what you can do, but I will not hold back,” Asa said, taking a stance.

Yumi nodded and took a stance.

“Begin,” Asa said.

Yumi launched forward, throwing a series of strikes that Asa batted aside with lightning reflexes. She drew Yumi in, countering with her own attacks that Yumi barely saw coming and barely dodge. Asa then tried to sweep Yumi’s leg, but the petite Asian teen backflipped away. She the did a forward handspring and used her momentum to try and bring a kick down on Asa’s head.

Asa’s eyes went wide and she jumped back to avoid the blow. Yumi’s heel came down and cracked the wooden floor.

“Oh!” Yumi’s eyes went wide. “Sensei, I’m so sorry!” she said pulling her foot back.

Asa held out her hand. “That move, Yumi...where did you learn it?”

“What?” Yumi blinked. “Oh, my grandpa taught me.”

Asa stood up straight. “What is your grandfather’s name?”

“Daisuke Kaiba, sensei,” Yumi answered.

“Kaiba?” Asa furrowed her brow. “Of the Kaiba clan?”

“Maybe?” Yumi said, confused.

“That move is a Kaiba clan technique. Is your grandfather still alive?”

“Uh huh. He lives with me and my parents.”

“If you’d allow it, Yumi...I’d like to meet him.”

“Okay,” Yumi said. “He should be home. He doesn’t really go out much.”

Asa gathered her shoes, a pair of simple running shoes while Yumi gathered her things after Asa told her to. The two of them then went to the front door.

“Summer,” Asa said.

“Sensei?” Summer asked, still laying on the ground.

“Patch that hole in my floor before you go home.”

“Yes, sensei…” Summer said. Asa and Yumi then left the dojo.

II

Some time later, Asa and Yumi arrived at the Wong family home, on Delta City’s north side, and took off their shoes at the door. Just as they arrived, Yumi’s parents were in the entryway with suitcases and their coats on.

Yumi’s mother, Misako, looked up when she saw her daughter come in. She was an attractive woman in her early 40s, average height with short hair and lean figure. “Oh, hi honey,” she said with a smile. “Honey, Yumi’s home early. And she brought a friend.”

Yumi’s father stepped forward and extended a hand. He was an average height man with eyeglasses and a shaved head. “Hello, Sheng Wong,” he said.

“A pleasure,” Asa said, shaking his head. “I’m Asa Miyazawa.”

“Where are you guys going?” Yumi asked, pointing to the bags.

“Fortune City, baby,” Sheng grinned. “Me and your mom are spending some time at a place called The Grove. We’ll be back in a week.”

Yumi raised an eyebrow and didn’t notice Asa suppress a smile. “Okay...Is grandpa home?”

“He’s in the dining room,” Misako said. She then looked at Asa and bit her lip before putting a hand on her husband’s shoulder and whispering in his ear. Sheng looked at Asa and responded in a whisper.

“Forgive me if this is too forward, Ms. Miyazawa, but you wouldn’t be interested in joining us in Fortune City, would you?” Misako asked.

“I’m fine, thank you,” Asa said graciously.

“That’s too bad,” Sheng said. “Maybe another time. Well, we’re off, baby.” He then kissed Yumi on the forehead, grabbed his bag, and headed for the door. Misako gave Yumi a hug, grabbed her bag, and followed her husband out after giving Asa one last, lingering look and biting her lip again. In passing Asa, she gently touched the woman’s arm and looked her up and down. “Mmm.”

“Sorry, my parents are weirdos,” Yumi said. “I guess it’s nice they’re getting away for a bit, though. The Grove must be a luxury spa or something.”

“The Grove is a notorious swinger’s club,” Asa told her.

“What?!”

“Yumi. Is that you, child?” A gruff voice spoke from farther back in the house.

“Yeah, it’s me ojiisan,” Yumi said, using the Japanese word for grandfather. “I have someone here who wants to meet you.”

Asa followed Yumi back to the dining room. At the table sat a man in his early 70s with long, gray hair and a long beard. He wore simple brown, traditional kimono and jacket and drank tea while reading a magazine. On the front and back covers were various young women, bound in rope and in compromising positions.

“Grandpa!” Yumi exclaimed, turning red.

Daisuke Kaiba set his tea down and looked up at his granddaughter. “Your grandmother, rest her soul,  and I spent some time at The Grove when we first came to this country. Lovely place.”

“I don’t want to hear that!” Yumi groaned.

“Don’t be a prude, child. You weren’t delivered by a stork,” he said, motioning for her to sit. He then noted Asa, set his magazine down, stood and bowed. “Miyazawa-san, was it? It is a pleasure.”

Asa bowed back. “The pleasure is all mine, Kaiba-san. Are you of the Kaiba clan?”

“I am,” Daisuke said, sitting back down. Yumi and Asa took two seats on the other side of the table.

“I didn’t know there were members of the Kaiba clan in Delta City this whole time.”

“Grandpa, what is she talking about? We have a whole-ass clan?” Yumi asked.

Daisuke cleared his throat. “Indeed, child...but first, I must ask, Miyazawa-san. You strongly resemble Maiko Miyazawa...is she…?”

“My mother,” Asa answered.

“Ha! I thought so. How is she?”

“Mother is still mother…” Asa said with a sigh.

“Just what I like to hear,” Daisuke said. “I first met Maiko many, many years ago. We shared a mutual fascination with shibari…” he said with a chuckle, pointing to the naked, bound women on the cover of his magazine. (Author’s Note: Shibari is artistic Japanese rope bondage). “That woman had the most succulent breasts I have ever seen, aside from my wife, of course, and oh was she flexible…”

“Grandpa, what the fuck?! What would grandma say?!”

“She introduced me to Maiko, child. They were friends first. Very...close friends...Maiko often joked that I ‘stole’ Azami from her.”

“Mother had often talked about a woman named Azami from her younger days…” Asa muttered, stiffening in her seat. “Kaiba-san...when was the last time you saw my mother?”

Daisuke thought about it. “Oh...it had to be...nearly 50 years ago, now…”

Asa paused as if calculating something in her head.

Yumi turned several shades paler. “G...grandpa...what is this clan business about?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

Daisuke cleared his throat. “Yes. During Japan’s Edo period, the Miyazawa clan and Kaiba clan were bitter enemies, engaging in bloodshed whenever the opportunity arose. But, the Kaiba clan had many enemies besides those of the Miyazawa and eventually, being attacked from all sides wore our numbers down. The clan was on the brink of total annihilation at the hands of an ambitious shogun. It was the Miyazawa clan who came to our defense, and we have been close allies ever since. We owe these people our very lives, Yumi.

“Wow…” Yumi said, looking at Asa. “How come mom never told me about this?” 

“She never wanted you involved in clan business, like she was at your age. I’ve argued against the decision, especially since you’ve decided to be a superhero, but Misako is stubborn, just like her mother was.” Daisuke stroked his beard. “But that has changed, especially since you appear to be under the tutelage of the former Iron Crane.”

“Wait…mom was involved with the clan? How?” Yumi asked.

Daisuke nodded and sipped his tea. “Our clan operates in the shadows, fighting evil and protecting the innocent. Misako did the same at my side until she became pregnant.”

“Did dad know?”

“He did. He convinced her, for her safety and yours, to walk away. I held a grudge against Sheng for the longest time because of it. I wanted your mother to marry a Miyazawa man, as a matter of fact. I was prepared to subdue her and take her to Tokyo to arrange a marriage.”

“Grandpa!”

“But Azami passed shortly after and I had other priorities then. I came to like your father over time, so I realized it was out of my hands. Fate, it seems, has deemed it time for you to know more about your Kaiba heritage, Yumi.” Daisuke then got up. “There are only a handful of us here in Delta City, but we maintain a training complex. Come.”

Yumi and Asa looked at each other and then stood.

“First, I would like you to indulge me, Miyazawa-san, if you would.”

Asa cocked her head to the side. “How so?”

“Follow me.”

***

A short while later, the three of them were in the home’s basement. It was a massive space converted into a room for training. The floor was lined with gym mat material, and exercise equipment lined the walls. There was also a rack of wooden training weapons.

“Misako may have wanted Yumi to stay away from our clan, but she rightfully still believed in training the child’s mind and body,” Daisuke explained.

“Yeah, all four of us train as a family almost every day when I’m not with the others,” Yumi said. 

“That’s good,” Asa said. “It’s important to stay in shape, especially in this city.”

“I’m sure it pales in comparison to what you had access to in your Iron Crane days, Miyazawa-san, but it should suffice.” Daisuke turned around and shed his jacket and then the top of his kimono. Despite his age, he was still in remarkable physical condition, with lean muscle and six-pack abs. “I want the Iron Crane to show me what she can do.”

“Wait...Grandpa, she’s a guest. We should…”

Asa held up her hand. “It’s fine, Yumi. I’d be honored.” She took off her hoodie, revealing a white sports bra that held her impressive tits in. She then stepped toward Daisuke. The two bowed and took fighting stances.

Yumi backed away, took a seat on the floor, and watched them as they began. Even though she had seen it many times before, Yumi was amazed at how time didn’t seem to slow her grandfather down. He moved with the speed of a much younger man as he went on the attack against Asa and he was just as quick to defend when she went on the attack against him. Yumi had listened to stories her grandfather sometimes told her of his mother, who he often said was “like Yumi.” It wasn’t until she learned that Daisuke was one of 8 siblings and that all of his siblings still lived and were still physically and mentally fit that she realized he was implying that her great-grandmother had likely been an Aphrodite.

Yumi often wondered why Misako didn’t seem to display many of the Aphrodite traits – she was lean instead of curvy, and she wasn’t particularly the type to engage in risky or dangerous behavior, among other things. Angela, Lady Midnight, theorized that Misako did have the Aphrodite gene, but it may have been dormant, as sometimes happens in Aphrodite bloodlines. She had examples of several cases of Aphrodites who had daughters who were more or less “normal.”

Yumi got pulled from those thoughts as she watched her grandfather and Asa continue sparring, and from watching, Yumi could tell Daisuke had Asa on the back foot. Yumi had heard many stories about the Iron Crane, mostly from research Shield had put together. She was the only heroine from over 20 years ago who was still somewhat active and one of only two, besides Naomi Grant, Superia, who Shield could find any kind of fairly recent record of. From everything Yumi knew, Asa Miyazawa was tireless, peerless warrior woman who could likely take anyone in the She Legion in hand to hand combat and might even be able to hold her own against two or three of them at once.

And yet, here was her grandfather, effortless keeping up with Asa. He batted a side of series of rapid blows from Asa, but took the brunt of a hit to his chest and a kick to his his ribs. When Asa followed up, leaping up and trying to land a kick with her other foot, Daisuke grabbed Asa’s foot and twisted, causing her to spiral through the air.

She hit the floor with a thud that made Yumi jump and groaned as she tried to push herself up. Daisuke stepped back, smirking and went to a box to the side.

“Grandpa, what are you doing?” Yumi asked, getting up. She gasped when she saw he had several thick bundles of rope in hand. “Grandpa!”

Asa managed to get up just as Daisuke grabbed her arm and held it behind her. Within moments, Asa was suspended from the beams in the ceiling. The ropes hugged her ample cleavage in a criss-cross pattern, held her arms overhead, and folded her muscular legs under her. She held her head down and let out a sigh.

“There we are…” Daisuke said with a grin. “Now she truly looks like Maiko.”

“...Mother often told me that when she and Azami sparred, this was the loser’s fate,” Asa said.

“Grandpa…” Yumi fumed. “Untie her. Now…”

“I need to change,” he said, gathering up his jacket. “Get her down and meet me upstairs. We’ll head to the Kaiba training grounds when you’re ready.” He then left the basement.

Yumi pinched the bridge of her nose and walked over to Asa to begin untying her. “I am so sorry, sensei. I’m going to give that old pervert a stern talking to.”

“It’s fine, Yumi,” Asa said. “It’s rare someone challenges me like that.”

Yumi worked to begin undoing the ropes keeping Asa bound.  As she did, she couldn’t help but look down at Asa’s shapely ass in her shorts, accentuated by the ropes Daisuke put in place. Yumi bit her lip and let her hand ‘slip’, getting a palm full of Asa’s butt. Asa jolted and looked back over her shoulder, but said nothing.

Yumi then began undoing the rest of the ropes. Sliding her hand around to the ropes on Asa’s chest. She moved a hand around, gripping Asa’s right tit when she felt an erect nipple under Asa’s sports bra. Her hand lingered there for several seconds. Asa stiffened in the ropes, her whole body reacting to Yumi’s gentle touch. Her nipples hardened and Asa gasped involuntarily as though her body yearned for more. Yumi continued fondling her, playing with the supple skin of her breasts and making her writhe in the ropes that held her tight. She felt Yumi lean in behind her, the petite, busty teen’s tits against her back. Asa gasped again when she felt light, gentle kisses beginning to pepper the back of her neck. The ropes around her wrist bit into the skin, but Asa breathed deep lost herself in the sensation of Yumi’s touch.

Yumi’s hand slid down her chest, down her taut stomach, and down to her crotch. She felt Yumi’s fingers slipping into her shorts and moaned, but then snapped back to reality as she remembered why she was there in the first place.

“Yumi!” Asa yelled.

“Right!...sorry…”

***

About an hour later, the three of them were at the entry gate of a large complex made to look like a traditional Japanese estate. Daisuke had changed into a simple white button-down shirt and black slacks, and tied his hair back into a bun. A scowl crossed his face as he led the others through the gate and looked around. The courtyard was in ruins, with broken stone lanterns on the ground and other damage to the property.

“What happened here…?” Yumi asked.

Asa pushed past them and started running. “There’s a man over there, injured!”

The three of them ran over to find a middle aged man laying on the ground, holding a wound in his side. Sweat beaded on his bald head, and he grunted as he looked up.

“Are you all right, sir?” Asa asked, kneeling down and taking his hand.

Daisuke stood behind Asa. “This man is Sotaro Kaiba. He’s the caretaker here. What happened, Sota?”

“Daisuke,” Sotaro grunted. “I was attacked. It’s Yajima. He’s back. He’s looking for scrolls we keep here.”

Daisuke grunted.

“What’s he talking about?” Yumi asked.

“We keep scrolls and ancient writings stored here. They contain techniques, secrets, magic, clan history, that sort of thing.”

Asa looked at Sotaro. “You said Yajima. Do you mean Sanzo Yajima?”

Sotaro nodded.

“Who?” Yumi asked.

“He’s a notorious rogue ninja,” Asa told her. “They call him Sanzo of the Four Winds, because he commands four evil spirits to do his bidding. He’s an enemy of both our clans. I thought he died years ago.”

“Yajima has a reputation for cheating death,” Daisuke said. “Is there anyone else here, Sota?”

“Just me,” he said, getting up with Asa’s help. She guided him to some stairs and sat him down. “You need to stop Yajima, Dasiuke. This is just a flesh wound. Go.”

Daisuke nodded and looked to Yumi and Asa. “With me,” he said before running into the complex.

***

Beneath the complex as a massive labyrinth lit by candles, with a cold draft blowing through it. Yumi, Daisuke, and Asa moved forward, looking around the space. They didn’t get far when their path was cut off by an imposing figure in dark ninja garb with a demon mask on his face.

“Yajima…” Daisuke said, pushing his granddaughter behind him.

“Old man Daisuke…” Yajima said with a laugh. “And the Iron Crane herself. I’ve never had the pleasure.” His voice was cold and metallic. He pointed at Yumi. “Ah...is that Misako’s brat?”

“Never mind that, Yajima,” Daisuke said. “Cease this and leave this place, or suffer the consequences.”

Yajima laughed and shook his head. “I have not yet accomplished what I came here to do.” With that, four spirits blinked into existence around him. They were glowing, ghostly figures with misshapen features. Yajima pointed and three of them attacked Daisuke, Asa, and Yumi while Yajima and the fourth turned and walked away.

“Ah!” Yumi screamed and rolled to the side when the spirit came at her. She got back to her feet and looked around. Everyone else was gone and she was alone in the labyrinth. “Grandpa? Sensei?” she called out, but got no response. “Wh...where’d everyone go?” She walked forward until she saw someone standing a few feet away. “Grandpa!” she called out, recognizing his form. When she got close, Daisuke turned around and delivered a blow to her stomach that sent her flying back. Yumi grunted and rolled across the ground.

“Ahh...what…?” She looked up and Daisuke looked down at her. “Pathetic child. You are not of my blood.”

“Grandpa!” Yumi said, dodging as he tried to stomp on her. She jumped back up and took a defensive stance. “What are you doing?!”

“One as weak as you cannot be allowed to live,” Daisuke said, walking around her.

“Wait...this is some trick. You aren’t my grandpa!”

Daisuke smirked and his form shifted until he took Asa’s shape. “Is this better, Yumi? Or maybe this?” she turned into Lady Midnight, and then Ms. Americana, and then Shield, and Flag Girl, before the spirit settled into its original, ghastly form. “You could never measure up to any of the people you admire, could you, Yumi?”

Yumi swallowed a lump in her throat. “Shut up!”

“That doubt claws at your mind. That you’ll be condemned to being a mediocre heroine, always in the shadow of your betters.” The spirit then took the form of Misako, Yumi’s mother. “Just give up being the Azure Angel, before it gets you killed.”

Yumi hesitated and the spirit in her mother’s form attacked, tackling her to the floor. It pinned Yumi down, holding her wrists above her head, and opened its mouth to let out a long, black, serpentine tongue. “There are better uses for that body of yours.”

“No!” Yumi squealed, trying to get up. The tongue snaked all over her body, slipping under her shirt and sliding across her soft skin. She felt it across her nipples, across her tits, as the spirit laughed and had its way with her. It sprouted two more arms from its back and reached back, forcing Yumi’s kicking legs apart as it took her sweatpants off and tossed them aside. She could feel the spirit teasing the lips  of her pussy, its cold fingers taking its time with the folds, toying with her sensitive, erect clit. Yumi moaned as the spirit kissed her, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth.

She let out a muffled gagged when the thing penetrated her with its long, cold fingers. The spirit laughed, toying with the teen’s womanhood, and pulled its tongue from her mouth as it began finger fucking her. Yumi’s nipples were erect, she was beginning to grow wet around the spirit’s finger, and she could feel her mind slipping as it continued having its way with her. Before long, it pulled back and flipped the busty teen over, grabbing her hips and forcing her ass into the air.

Yumi screamed as the thing slammed a stiff cock into her ass, pulled back on her hair and made her sit up on her knees by putting a hand on her neck. It kissed her, using its tongue to taste the supple flesh of her young body while it continued fucking her. Its four hands explored her shapely form and all Yumi could do was gasp and moan as her body grew warm while becoming awash in ecstasy. She felt herself release, her cum dripping out and leaving puddles on the floor under her knees. But even as she cried out and her body quivered, the spirit continued fucking her, continued toying with her flesh with its hands and tongue.

The thing’s violation seemed to carrying on for several more minutes, before the spirit laughed and let go of her, letting her fall to the floor. It then stood up over her, its dripping cock in its hand. The spirit stroked its thick member and finished all over the teen’s quivering back.

“Pathetic,” the creature taunted as it walked around Yumi. “Yajima has designs for you Aphrodite cows once he finishes here. Hopefully the others are more of a challenge.”

Yumi groaned and pushed herself up, glaring at the gloating spirit. “Don’t you underestimate me!” she yelled as she lashed out with a sudden burst of energy.

The spirit growled as Yumi grabbed its ankle and pulled it down. The feisty, busty teen then straddled its waist and began raining furious punches on its face. “Gyah! Stop!” it yelled in protest. When it swiped a hand, Yumi grabbed and it and snapped the fingers, making the thing scream. “No! No!!” it yelled as Yumi continued pummeling it.

***

Asa looked around the empty, darkened space she stood alone in. “This must be Yajima’s black magic…” She then spun around when she sensed a presence behind her. It was a woman, tall with light brown hair and a curvy, athletic figure.

The woman turned around, revealing the face of Naomi Grant, formerly the heroine Superia, and she looked at Asa with a smirk.

“Well...look who the fuck it is…” Naomi said.

“I know you aren’t really Naomi. This is some trick of Yajima’s.”

“So what if it is?” Naomi said, walking around Asa. “There’s a reason this is what you’re seeing.”

“Stop this right now…” Asa growled.

“Why should I, Asa? This is something we should’ve dealt with years ago,” Naomi said. “You fucking know it.”

“Don’t act like you know what you’re talking about…”

“Oh there you fucking go. Always talking down to me like a goddamn child. You know, ever since the day I met you, I wanted to knock you on your arrogant ass, Crane,” Naomi said. “I should have too, then maybe things would have happened differently that day.”

Asa glared at her. “Don’t you dare bring that up!”

“You fucking got her killed, Asa!” Naomi shouted.

“That wasn’t my fault and you know it!” Asa shouted back.

“It was, and it broke up the team. That shit’s on you, Asa!” Naomi shoved her.

Asa took a deep breath, her face a mask of fury. “What do you want from me? You chose this life just as I did. You knew that sometimes the people we love got hurt, or worse.”

“You can’t even fucking say sorry. You are a cold, callous bitch, Miyazawa.” Naomi said. “Always have been.”

Asa shook her head. “So what now?”

“I’m gonna do what I should’ve done all those years ago!” Naomi said before charging and attacking.

Asa growled and backed up, blocking her attacks. They came quickly, but Asa was able to keep up. When Naomi threw a punch, Asa grabbed her arm and swept her leg, knocking her to the ground.

“You got the look right, you even got her ridiculous way of speaking correct…” Asa said, wiping her eyes.

Naomi glared at her and slowly got up.

“But you’re nowhere near as good a fighter as the real Naomi. She never would have fallen for that move.”

Naomi laughed and changed forms into one of Yajima’s spirits. “What can I say? I tried. Something like that isn’t so easy to imitate.” He licked his lips and looked Asa over. “I’ll have to assimilate you, take that body as my own. Then I’ll be a better fighter.”

Asa took a fighting stance and beckoned the monster. It charged, and they began fighting. When the creature extended a clawed hand and tried to grab Asa, she weaved to the side, wrapped one arm around the extended limb, and brought her other arm down on its elbow. There was a sickening snap and the creature howled in pain but Asa wouldn’t let its arm go.

“You opened an old wound, monster. Made me revisit a pain I thought I buried. Allow me to share that pain…” Asa said coldly.

“No...nooo!” the creature screamed as it tried to pull away from her.

***

Daisuke wandered the darkened halls of the space in front of him, pausing only when he felt slim hands on his shoulders and a warm body behind him. Bountiful breasts pressed against his back and soft lips kissed his neck. He grunted, knowing those mannerism anywhere. When he turned, he saw the youthful face of his wife, Azami Kaiba. She had the same shoulder-length, reddish-brown hair, the same large, brown eyes and full lips. Azami, as she stood before him, was in her 30s, as opposed to her 50s when Daisuke cremated her all those years ago.

“Hello, my lion,” Azami cooed, pressing her head against his chest. He felt himself embracing her out of reflex, the familiar feeling refusing to go away. He took in her scent, the feeling of her body against his, sensations he last experienced so long ago but never forgot. He was lost in nostalgic thought at all of it, even as Azami pulled back with his hands in hers. She looked at him and giggled before putting his hands to her naked tits, a pair of perky, natural, 36Ds. They were warm and soft, the exact pictures of perfection that Daisuke remembered.

“You miss this,” Azami said, “but they’re all yours again, my love.” She turned, putting her back to his chest and put her arms up around his shoulders. He put his arms around her slender waist and breathed her in. His cocked stiffened between his legs. He thought about the warmth of her flesh, the taste of her skin in his mouth, and he could barely contain himself. Azami turned back around, taking his hand and sucking on his fingers. She then lay down, pulling him with her and on top of her. Daisuke looked down and realized he was naked, but thought nothing more of it as he put himself between Azami’s smooth thighs. He threw her legs over his shoulders, guiding his cock home between her legs, and she let out a gasp as the could locked hands.

“Yes…” Azami moaned, arching her back on the ground. Daisuke pushed in deep, making his strokes long and deliberate as he leaned in over his wife. They kissed, and Azami held him close, wrapping her arms around him and wrapping a leg around his waist while spreading as much as she could. Her breasts jiggled with his thrusting, her jaw was slack in sheer pleasure. Her toes curled and she tightened her grip on his hands.

After a few more minutes, her body shuddered, she let out a deep gasp, and released. She signaled Daisuke to pull out of her and he did, sitting up on his knees. Azami then grabbed his still stiff cock and stroked for several seconds until a stream of his cum spilled out, she she lapped up with a smile. She wiped her mouth, putting her soft hands against the rigid muscles of his chest.

Daisuke put his hands on her hips and they spent several seconds looking into each other’s eyes.

“Why did you let me die, Daisuke?”

He balked at the question, looking at the image of his wife in front of him.

“You were my lion, my protector...but you let me die. You let me leave Misako behind, and little Yumi.”

“You were sick, Azami. We didn’t know until it was too late.”

“You didn’t protect me,” She said, her tone growing more angry. “You let me DIE!”

Daisuke stood up and stretched his muscles. “All right, ghost. Enough of this.”

Azami growled and shifted appearance to the form of a female-presenting spirit with pale skin and a slender, womanly shape.

“It is no wonder Yajima seeks more power if his underlings are as weak as you.”

“You bastard...you were aware the entire time?” The spirit asked.

“I was,” Daisuke said. “I appreciate you letting me see my beloved. Though I would have preferred to see her as she was at the end of her life. Still, thank you for letting an old man feel young again.”

“You old prick! You just used me for sex?!”

“Mhmm…” Daisuke stepped back and took a fighting stance. “And now you die.”

The spirit screamed and lunged at him.

***

Yumi sat on her knees, catching her breath while looking at bruises on her knuckles. She looked up when she heard a surge of energy. Asa appeared in front of her, holding a severed, clawed hand. She tossed it to the ground and nodded to Yumi, who nodded back. A moment later, Daisuke reappeared. He dropped the spirit’s severed head on the floor and straightened the collar on his shirt.

“Is everyone all right?” Daisuke asked.

Yumi stood up. “Grandpa, why do you look so….blissful?”

Daisuke simply smirked at his granddaughter and all three of them turned when they heard a slow clapping. Yajima approached, holding a scroll under his arm.

“Well done. It will take me some time to resummon those three, but I have access to much more now thanks to this,” he said, holding up the scroll. “Various Kaiba clan magics and techniques.”

The fourth spirit appeared and stepped away from Yajima. Yumi got up and stared at the spirit.

“I guess we have one more of these things to take down,” the teen heroine said. She then charged and they began fighting.

Daisuke rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. “Miyazawa-san.”

“Yes, sir?” Asa asked.

“Please help Yumi. I will deal with Yajima.”

“Understood,” Asa said before running to attack.

Daisuke and Yajima then began circling each other, and Yajima drew the sword from his back.

“A man your age really shouldn’t be exerting himself,” Yajima taunted.

“I have more than enough life left in these bones to send you back to hell.”

Yajima smirked and nodded. “Did you see Azami when my spirit confronted you? She really was a beautiful woman, Daisuke.”

“Keep her name out of your mouth, devil.”

“Oh I will, but it won’t change the fact I tasted other parts of her all those years ago, and you were helpless to do anything but watch as I took her over and over during those three days I held you both prisoner.”

Daisuke growled and balled his hand into a fist.

“I was sorry to hear that illness took her, truly. If you had joined me, like I offered, back then, you both would have been beyond such things.”

“At the costs of our souls, no doubt.”

“A small price,” Yajima said. He then turned and saw Yumi and Asa coordinating their attacks against the fourth spirit. “Perhaps little Yumi will be more receptive to my gifts after I kill you. Or, maybe I will simply force her to see my way of thinking.”

“You will not lay a hand on that child.”

Yajima turned and faced him. “I plan on laying more than a hand on the young thing. But I need to remove you, first.”

Daisuke let out a cry and charged. He threw lightning-fast strikes at Yajima and dodged his sword strikes with fluid grace. They went back and forth, two experienced, veteran fighters who’ve experienced hundreds of battles in their long lives, meeting each other for the first time in decades. They blocked and counterattacked, with neither man gaining ground for long.

Yumi leapt back and knelt to the ground, allowing herself to get distracted briefly. “Grandpa!” she cried out when she saw him fighting Yajima. “Ah!” she screamed when a long tendril grabbed her ankle and pulled her into the air. The fourth spirit had grown in sized and grew tendrils from its back. Asa was already wrapped up and fighting to get free as the thing squeezed her and forced its way into her shorts.

“Unhand me!” she demanded, biting back a moan as she felt it snaking its way into her. “Ugh...Stop!”

The spirit grinned at Asa and thrust into her, delighting at her tightness and warmth. Asa was at its complete mercy, and she was helpless to escape. At the same time, the creature lifted Yumi upside down, grabbing her flailing arms with its hands. Her other leg was free as she struggled in the monster’s grip. A third tentacle played with her perky tits, molding a flesh and making her moan at their touch.

Asa strained her muscles, attempting to break free, by all she could do was kick her legs uselessly as she looked across and at Yumi. She then noticed her leg, positioned in the air above the beast’s head. An idea went off as the tentacle pushed deeper inside of her.

“Y...Yumi!” she called between gasps of pleasure. “Use your kick! The one Daisuke taught you!”

Yumi snapped to attention when she heard Asa. She looked up and remembered her leg was free and, with a yell and burst of strength, brought her foot down on the spirit’s head with all her might.

“Agh!” the creature groaned and staggered back. Out of reflex, he dropped both women. Asa hit the ground but Yumi corrected and landed in a crouch. Before the spirit could recover, Yumi charged, did a handspring, and brought her heel down on his head, slamming it hard into the ground. He lay face first, twitching with a partially caved-in skull. Asa looked up and smiled.

“Well done, Yumi!”

Yumi smiled and then walked over to Asa and knelt down to help her. She then looked down at the woman’s crotch. “Sensei...your shorts are wet…” she said, pointing to the stain.

Asa looked away, her face bright red. “We should help Daisuke.”

Yajima was momentarily distracted by the spirit being defeated, and it was all the opening Daisuke need. A powerful blow, a low punch, landed on Yajima’s midsection and sent him flying back. He dropped his sword and rolled back across the ground. When he came to a stop, he tried to stand, by Daisuke was already airborne. All Yajima could do was brace himself as Daisuke brought his knee down on his face. Yajima lay unmoving and Daisuke stood up over his defeated opponent. He removed the stolen scroll from Yajima’s belt.

“That takes care of that,” he said as the girls came rushing to him. “Well done all around, ladies.”

Yumi gave her grandfather a hug and he planted a kiss on her head.

Asa turned to see the spirit erupt into flame that consumed its body. The spectacle drew Daisuke and Yumi’s attention too, and the flames died out in a few seconds.

“Grandpa, what do we do with…” she turned around and all three of them saw the Yajima had vanished from sight.

“Ugh...he’ll be back…” Daisuke groaned.

“And we’ll be ready…” Asa promised.

III

Later, they were back in the complex’s courtyard. Daisuke was talking to Sotaro, who managed to bandage his wounds, and Yumi and Asa stood side by side.

“You did well, Yumi. I’m proud of you, and I would love to continue being your sensei.”

Yumi clapped her hands together and grinned before hugging Asa. “Thank you, sensei!” she beamed.

“You said the spirit spoke of self-doubt to you, yes?” Asa asked.

Yumi nodded. “It’s a feeling I’ve been fighting since I started doing it.”

“You mustn’t ever give in to it. It is an enemy you’ll likely fight your whole life, but one you can master.”

Yumi nodded. “What did you see?”

“Regret,” she answered.

Before Yumi could ask further, Daisuke called out to her and signaled for her to join him and Sotaro. After she ran off, Asa watched her and then took out her phone. She let out a deep sigh before opening her contacts. She cycled through the names, settling on N, and then pressing a name. The phone rang three times before someone answered.

“Hello?” A woman asked. “Who is this?”

Asa swallowed a lump in her throat and didn’t answer.

“Who the fuck is this?!”

Asa stayed quiet.

“Look, if this is some asshole playing a stupid prank, I swear to god I will find you and put my foot up your ass! Fucking Christ!”

And then she hung up.

Asa sighed and shook her head before putting her phone away. She then jumped when Yumi came back and grabbed her arm.

“Sensei, guess what?! Sotaro-san says I can come here and train any time I want! He says Summer and anyone else can come too. Will you come with me sometime?”

“Certainly,” Asa said with a smile.

“Yay! We should go celebrate!”

Daisuke and Sotaro walked over just as Yumi said that.

“A wonderful idea,” Daisuke said. “There’s an izakaya in Tokyotown that I like. Do you know a place called Taku, Miyazawa-san?”

“Oh, yes. A wonderful place,” Asa said.

“Oh! That’s the place with karaoke!” Yumi said. “Me and the girls go there sometimes. Let’s go! Everyone’s singing at least one song!”

“I...don’t know about that…” Asa said.

“Too bad!” Yumi said as she grabbed Asa’s arm and pulled her along.

Epilogue

It was late night at Taku Izakaya and bubbly pop music wafted from speakers as Yumi, a surprisingly competent singer,  kept in tune with the song she picked. Daisuke was enjoying a beer and Sotaro a light snack as Yumi continued her serenading.

Asa watched from a distance with a smile on her face before taking her phone back out. She cycled to the Ms and found the contact she wanted.

It was just past noon in Tokyo, Japan when the phone rang. A tall, shapely woman in her 70s paced in front of a room of young students practicing their martial arts when her phone buzzed. She took it and smiled when she saw the name ‘Asa-chan’ on the screen. She quietly slipped out of the room and answered.

“Well, hello there, light of my life,” Maiko Miyazawa said. “To what do I owe the call?”

“Hello, mother,” Asa said. “Are you at the main estate?”

“I am, overseeing a new class ready for training. It’s looking promising.” She then listened closely. “Is that singing I hear, Asa? Are you at a concert?”

“An Izakaya, mother.”

“I’m never able to get you to take me to karaoke when I come to America!” Maiko said, dejected. “What changed? Is it a man? Have you finally found a man?”

“No...mother...it isn’t that. I’m going to send you a picture.”

“Okay.” Maiko waited a few seconds and the image came through. It was of Daisuke drinking a beer. Maiko gasped. “Is that...Daisuke Kaiba?”

“Yes. He lives here in Delta City. His granddaughter is a new student of mine.”

“Mmm, time seems to have treated him well. Watch yourself around him, child. He presents himself as a gentleman, but I can assure you there’s a wolf under that disguise,” Maiko said with a sultry laugh.

“Mother...he told me about your shared history with...rope play and he hinted at other...trysts...”

“We were young, Asa. I don’t have to tell you how high our libidos are, and he was a very, very virile man. Azami, rest her soul, was a very lucky woman.”

“Mother…”

Maiko smirked at her daughter’s annoyance. “Why show me this, child?”

“Mother...I have a completely serious question: Is there any possibility at all that Daisuke Kaiba is my father…?”

“No! Asa, no, he isn’t. The last time I had sex with him was more than a year before I met your father. Akira Miyazawa is your father. Why would you ever assume otherwise?”

“I just never know with you, mother,” Asa said.

“Such a rude child,” Maiko said with a laugh. “Still...now that I know where that old wolf is and I haven’t seen my only child in a while…”

“Mother...no!”

“I think I’ll fly out to Delta City soon. We can go to karaoke and one of those famous beaches. I’d also like to meet Daisuke’s granddaughter.”

“Mother…!”

Maiko then hung up the phone and put it away. She chuckled and bit her lip thinking about Daisuke. “Oh...Akira...Azami...do forgive me for I’m going to do when I get to America…” she said before going back to her students.

The End