Yo-kai Pad Novels & Stories

I struck with my right, countered with my left, and then kicked the pad with my right foot. “Good. That was good. Now switch sides.” Naya led me. Strike, counter, kick. Strike, counter, kick. Strike, counter, kick. I hit harder and harder with every switch, exhaling with every hit. Everything else faded out. There were no nightmares, no Theron, no Olivia. It was just Naya, the pads, and me. Strike, counter, kick. This time, I put everything into it. I made a sound like you hear in karate movies involuntarily.

She has hated this about him, he always keeps her aside and does the fighting even now that she was way stronger than before. Yahiko tried landing a punch again on Kagami but it didn't work so he changed his style and focused his chi deeper. He took a stance with only one foot on the floor while the other was hanging mid-air. This time around it was Kagami that dashed towards him. The moment he came Yahiko gaze at him and stretched his palm bringing a punch, Kagami could only smile and doge swiftly not knowing that Yahiko's left hand was going to grab him. Luckily he fell into the trap and Yahiko bashed his face on the floor, raised him, and gave him a few punches before sending him flying t

she asked. “Good,” Kai replied. “If anything’s off, you tell me.” “If anything’s off, I’ll tell you,” Aria echoed, then pulled a playful face. “Does ‘anything’ include a coffee shortage?” “No,” Kai shook his head. “That’s punishment.” “Heartless,” Aria sighed, already handing over the mitts. “Pad work?” “Pad work.” The first minutes were just about finding rhythm. Aria held the focus pads and called the numbers.

*Divine Strike: Forge Annihilation* Tendril vaporizes instantly—molten slag raining harmless below, sizzling on corrupted ground. *Enemies Destroyed: fifty thousand* *Area Debuff: Swarm Melting – thirty percent Ongoing Damage* Kayo whoops loud, tails lashing wild. **Kayo (grinning savage over comms):** “That’s the spirit, big guy! Keep swinging!” Her nine tails explode into full nova—foxfire chains lashing out in every direction, orange flames binding clusters of beasts mid-air and yanking them violently into my waiting erasure fields. *Kayo Combo: thirty thousand Enemies Bound*

“Good little yogi. Relax your throat. Take every inch.” He pulled out suddenly, strings of saliva connecting us. “Strip. Get to the mat in the middle of the room. Ass up.” I tore my soaked clothes off. My own cock, six inches, cut, leaking nonstop—slapped against my abs. I positioned myself on all fours in the center of the studio, mirrors reflecting the sight back at me from every angle. Kai stripped fully. His body was a masterpiece, chiseled abs, powerful legs, that massive cock bobbing.

He howled and told his backstory, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk. I’m an elder from Gokudo Soshiki, Kenji Miyagi, and am Ono Yohei’s master.” Ono Yohei? Alex thought for a moment before he finally remembered the name. Wasn’t that the guy with the bead that allowed him to have extremely high mental power? He hummed and then asked, “Why have you come to America? Did you come here to avenge your disciple?” Kenji had no desire for revenge anymore, he only gave a bitter smile without a sound.

Capri questions Leo’s every thoughts. He would cry as she’d reject his advances on moving past his mistakes. He was not shut out entirely, but for him he was not getting enough of her time and attention. She would not sleep with him, but there were other ways to satisfy his desires. They would face time and she’d show her perky breasts as he stroked his shaft. He would send videos of him in the shower jerking off and climaxing all over the tub and that would drive Capri wild wishing it was her. She could not help but wonder if the feeling was the same of his hands all over her body, grabbing her throat from behind and spanking her ass.

“Miss Cobb!” The man in a white t-shirt went forward to greet Katy, and nodded at Ellen. There was a slight fluctuation in his eyes when he shifted his gaze toward Harvey. “Thank you, Young Master Padlow. Thank you, everyone.” Katy nodded at the crowd before turning to the man in the white t-shirt. “This is the protege of the South Sea Martial Arts Alliance, Gael Padlow.” “He’s pretty powerful and has a strong background as well.” Harvey nodded, not saying much. He looked back at Ellen; her face was bright red and she seemed quite anxious.

His voice had been low, matter-of-fact, with that slight accent she couldn’t quite place. She grabbed her mat and bag, locked the car, and walked to the door. It opened before she could knock. Kai stood there in black joggers that sat low on his hips and a fitted gray tank that showed the lean, sculpted muscle of his shoulders and arms. He was barefoot, as always. At six-three, with smooth olive skin and sharp features framed by dark hair tied back in a loose knot, he looked more like a dancer than a yoga instructor. His flexibility was legendary in the local studios. People whispered he could hold handstands for twenty minutes and fold into positions most bodies simply refused.

Therefore, Yahiko stood up completely in just the blink of an eye. Yahiko was not tall, and his height was just about 1.8 meters, but he had been training ever since he was a child. Although he was not a martial artist, he had practiced karate and boxing for many years, which also made him physically fit and strong to a level that surpassed most of his peers. The Regenerating Pill had reshaped his legs back to their peak state. Although those two legs were a little short, they were very thick. Yahiko’s posture of standing upright coupled with the fact that his body was covered in green beauty mud made him seem like a big green hairy chimpanzee.