Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken Novels & Stories

“It’s too bad for you, but she isn’t as weak as you think. She is strong…both in body and mind.” Kenji took in sharp intakes of breath, as he could feel his strength rapidly draining away from him. “I’ve trained her that way for the past six years. Hati has beaten Raven’s Gate once before. We will do it again. And when the time comes…” Kenji is finding it extremely difficult to breathe right now. “And when the time comes…I hope that you enjoy your demise…” He slid down the wall, leaving behind a huge patch of blood, as darkness slowly overcome him. “…Ryuou Kitagawa.” * * * *

Jai proceeded to fight the other ones appearing in front of him. The one falling near him managed to get up, and since it saw Jai looking vulnerable because he didn't see it, it decided to smash itself onto Jai's waist, barely hitting the bag. Jai felt the crash as no more than a nudge, but it made him turned his head around like an owl and looked at the average sized fire slime with devil's eyes. Crackles of lightning sparked on his right arm and fumes blowing out if his nose as he prepared to attack. But the slime was already frightened to the core that it melted on the spot when it saw how terrifying Jai had looked. He didn't stop there though, he electrocuted the seemingly dead slime, un

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.”

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TEN I grabbed his hand and with as much strength as I could muster, I pushed it away from my thigh. The sound of my underwear snapping back into place didn't go unnoticed as he chuckled darkly.

She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest. Agawa- From Iceland and a college student, his ash blonde hair is natural. He plays bass, doesn't like listening to those he doesn't respect. Only respects people who have decent skill in music. Is popular among the ladies and has a fan club. Hagihara- A bald and tall young man who wears tinted glasses, is he a fan of Satoshi or he simply just shy? He tends to wear all black and his deep voice can unnerve many but unlike his appearance, he's actually a kind fellow and is often cleaning up Akemi's messes and misunderstandings. A mediator.

Slime splattered everywhere. SSSHHHIIIIISSSSSS! GRAOOOOHHH! Its roar shifted—louder, more distorted, filled with blind pain and rage. [Warning! 'Slime Lurker (BOSS Level)' is experiencing 'Sensory Overload'!] [Effect: Aggression increased drastically! Attacks have become random and unfocused!] "It... it hates loud noises!" Bima shouted back, ignoring the revulsion of slime hitting his face, continuing to bash the can with every ounce of rage and remaining strength he had.

Hearing the hesitation in Zen’s voice, Ben laughed and slapped him on the back encouragingly. “Don’t worry, these are the weaker pink slimes born from the mother slime. They don’t do heavy damage, but they can be rather cute. Don’t let your heart waver. Listen to your weapon and strike without hesitation. Pink slimes are very sensitive creatures, so you have to act quickly before their hearts break.”

It had buried its head inside the basket and the children in the basket kept giggling as the animal continued to smear their faces with its slurry saliva. "Get away from them," Ejima shouted as she drew out her sling. The brown eyes of the tiger lifted away from the basket as if surprised, but they narrowed with hate, and Ejima could feel the heat as the animal walked towards her. She readied her sling but cursed when the realization struck her. She had no stones. The tiger roared and galloped towards her without warning. Ejima searched the floor of dried leaves and was glad when her eyes fell upon a stick sitting close to her. She picked it, just in time to gag the mouth of the animal.

"Intrigue's mutual, Eiko-san. Inviting the enemy to tea? Bold play for a woman who crushes coups." Her laugh tinkled jade on porcelain, dry and devoid of warmth. "Enemy? No, child. Weapon. Or consort." Bowl set aside, she leaned fractionally, dark eyes dissecting my asymmetrical bob, the jewel-tone suit hugging curves hard-won. "Kenji was exiled from Tokyo five years ago. Board wolves circled SatoTech after his father's death—my brother's folly, leaving the heir too raw. I crushed them. Bloodied the tatami. But Kenji... he returned forged colder. You see it, yes? The dragon unchained."

Kenji, who had squatted in front of Shuji, slapped his head lightly. “You’ll find out who I am if you let me explain instead of interrupting!” Kenji scolded him. “Who… HOW DARE YOU! I’ll—” “Listen to me first!” Kenji slapped him again, harder this time, and Shuji finally fell silent. “Let me introduce myself. I’m a Shinigami—a death god who’s here to take your life.” Kenji wasn’t about to actually give his real name. Shuji, who had been panicking, now began to tremble in fear. Kenji’s calm, serious voice made him believe it.