Level 1 No Saikyou Kenja Novels & Stories

Nivea's POV: Me and Keenan were dancing, enjoying the sparks that stayed on our arms when Abigail walked up and stoped us. "Hey Ni! I've been looking for you everywhere. where have you been? who's your new friend?" she asked the questions quick like she might die if she didn't. "Well I've been outside where I ran into.... " I started to say but was cut off by Keenan. "My name is Keenan and we found out that we are mates. That is, if you'll have me?" He asked and looked at me with those dazzling eyes. I was so shocked by his sudden question that I was lost for words for a second.

I looked up and stared intently into Kenan's eyes. The man sighed in frustration. He then shook his head weakly and gripped my arms gently. "Kei, I have my reasons, I can't leave you, this is quite difficult for me, can you understand?" he asked, half-frustrated. “Have I not understood you all this time? Even when you don't tell me anything, I stay quiet and try to understand you. But that's enough, I don't want to understand you anymore. I'm not a magical girl who can understand what I don't understand! I have to understand what's the matter to understand something, and you are someone I can never understand! You're out of my league, Kenan. So… separating and ending all of us is the best th

Slowly he lifts his pace and runs as fast as a bullet train. ‘Looks like he didn’t lie about this ability. I’ll be home in no time. Heck I’ll go give Ayame a lil scare.’ And he dashes through the skies and reaches Saitama in no time. Swiftly he reaches Ayame’s home and climbs up to the second-floor window. He knocks on the window with his paws and thinks to himself- ‘The look on her face will be hilarious.’ After a few minutes Ayame opens the curtains and looks at Akihiko in his Fenrir form. Akihiko looks at the other two girls behind her look at him too and she closes the curtain immediately.

I grab my phone and call my friend Ken. "…....hello..". "Aiyyyy….looks how to call!. Sup Sai?...how ya doing??..". (Ken) Like always Ken is one of my close friends, like me he was one of my men back in my mafia time. He's a good man but a little loud most of the time. "I'm good….hey, do you still got that hydraulic press at your place?...". Ken was working as a handyman after leaving the mafia; he even got an Engineering degree. He was a hardcore cosplayer and he even said the reason he got the degree was just to make his cosplay making perfect.

“I’m Princess Nya of Frindom, and I have come to slay the dragon that terrorizes our kingdoms. That’s who I am! Now, if you’ll kindly step aside so that I can find him, I would greatly appreciate it!” “Find him?” the man in black repeated before he gave a slight chuckle and shook his head. Whatever he found amusing about that statement, he didn’t elaborate at the moment. Instead, he continued his inquiry, as if Nya owed him an explanation. “If you are princess of Frindom, what are you doing in Goodhorn?”

He reached down and rubbed the head of his thick cock slowly through her still-spasming folds, coating himself in her cum. “And when I finally fill you up,” he whispered, voice low and dangerous, “I’m going to make you thank me for every single drop. You understand me, little one?” Mina could only nod weakly, still crying, still trembling, still completely broken and surrendered in the beautiful black silk Shibari. Kenji smiled — dark, satisfied, possessive. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now open your mouth and beg me to fuck you.”

Kenji offered casually. "You’re joking, right?" Sakura still sounded disbelieving. "No. Do I seem like someone with a sense of humor?" Kenji asked. "Ah, no. You’re more like a Shinigami.* Grim and dark." Sakura found the right words. "Good. Then you understand I’m serious. Remember to mention that you accompanied me. And if possible, make sure the news gets big enough for my father to hear." That was Kenji’s goal. "Oh, so that’s why." Sakura finally understood why Kenji wanted to spread that false news.

Aiko bowed slightly—petite, long dark hair, quiet eyes. They answered basic questions about experience, boundaries, comfort with being watched. Then Kai nodded. “Clothes off.” They undressed without hesitation. Kenji’s cock was average length, clean and well-groomed. Aiko’s breasts were small and high, nipples pink and already tight. Kai and Elara walked around them slowly. Elara noted the smoothness of Aiko’s skin, the piercing on her breast, it reminded her of Meela a little bit. Then, she looked at the way Kenji held himself. When instructed, Kenji bent Aiko over a padded bench and entered her. Their rhythm was competent but mechanical—steady thrusts, quiet moans. Elara felt a mild spark

Nneamaka laughed. “Uwa eju afo (nothing on earth can satisfy)” Ejima added as they returned their attention to the cassava. She was about to pick the third cassava when she suddenly felt a weight on her head. She tried to lift her hand, to make sure she was not imagining things, but her hands would not obey. They had developed minds of their own, causing Ejima's world to spin. The strength in her body had veered into the strength of water, and every attempt to make sense of the situation threatened to mask her world with darkness.

I was sure they had died. "We can discuss that later. Along with any other questions you may have. But for now, let's get started." Kenji says, in an authoritative tone. Being our Beta, he has a powerful aura to him. However, as a Luna, I outrank him. So regardless of what Kenji said, he wouldn't be able to actually compel me to follow his instructions.