Kimiko Nakao’s Mother’s Day Off

HEYYY YALL! YET AGAIN, LATE FOR A HOLIDAY 😤BUT ITS OKAY, IM GLAD I DIDNT JUST DROP THIS STORY IDEA. YOU BOYS BETTER HAVE BEEN SWEET TO YALL’S MAMAS OR YOUR NUTS ARE IN FOR A BEATING >:)

ADDITIONAL TAGS: Swords fighting, ballbusting during practice, super strength ballbusting, Magical family lore and old ballbusting techniques , Older Sister ballbusting Brother, Futa Mention, Ballbusting Threats, Ball Stomping Threat, Size Difference

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For centuries, one of Bustia’s strongest pure human blood clans, the Nakao, did not hide their women behind walls.

While other clans preach that daughters should tend shrines and sons should tend battlefields, the Nakao knew better. Cruel monsters like the devilish Oni’s, The Bikazumi, don’t care necessarily about your gender before they tear your throat out. Unless you have a plump pair of testicles that catch their eyes…

So the Nakao trains everyone.

Nakao women are warriors. Some would even argue they’re the best type of protectors. Ones who won’t hesitate to do what is needed to keep their people safe. To keep humanity from slipping into the grasps of beasts they don’t mind going for obvious weaknesses and cutting them at the root.

Fighting right alongside the men, blade for blade, Hexx for Hexx, the Nakao women bleed in the same mud and risk their lives for their loved ones.

To protect humanity — that’s the oath. Even if humanity hates them for it. Even if the cost are sons, daughters, husbands, and wives. The clan’s history is toxic and cold. Valuing tradition before love and duties before grief. But blood is blood.

And on Mother’s Day, even the Nakao allowed it…

— - —

“…Really? We have to do this now?”

“Yes. Both of us need the practice.”

Bushi rank Swordswoman Kimiko Nakao stands in one of the household’s training courtyards. She’s 33 years old with long pitch black hair loose to her mid-back, blending in with her dark purple tunic shirt and black baggy pants.

Despite the special day, she wasn’t celebrating. She hasn’t felt like a mother in years…

“Yeah but…it’s supposed to be your day off. Can’t we just rest for once? We already know I’m not going to beat you.”

Two scars cut across Kimiko’s left cheek — old claw marks, jagged and pale. Their clan’s signature purple eyes are dull today as she stares ahead at her opponent: Her lazy younger brother Rylan.

“Plus, I don’t like using swords anyway. They’re too heavy on my wrists.” He complains.

Rylan is a nineteen year old who’s mopey with a skinny neck and scar-free skin. A rookie in the eyes of an experienced warrior. It’s Kimiko’s duty to train all of her siblings when the time came for them to grow up.

Pushing up her firm c cup boobs, she smirks a little when he gulps.

“Accepting defeat before even trying isn’t our way. In fact it’s an easy way to lose something important. Whether that’s your life…or your testicles.”

Kimiko's posture however, is flawless — the textbook kenjutsu kōgasumi stance, both hands on the handle, her wooden blade angled just slightly downward and over her head. The tip hovering at shoulder-level like a poised serpent.

“H-Huh? Wait c-come on, please don’t—”

Her breathing goes quiet as she charges forward, disturbing the loose strands of hair framing her face.

“Ah, shit!”

Rylan’s shaggy black hair whips forward as he staggers back three steps, his practice sword trembling in his grip as he goes for a block. At six-foot-two, he towers over Kimiko by nearly a head, but his lengthy arms lack the dense muscle that comes with years of relentless training.

CRK!

The impact rattles his thin wrists—he hadn't properly braced for the strike with soul energy.

"Your stance is weak," Kimiko murmurs, already shifting her leading foot.

Her voice carries that infuriating calm of someone who's disarmed drunk bandits before breakfast multiple times.

She’s a woman who knows how to hurt someone really bad.

Rylan barely registered her next movement before her wooden sword cracked against his ribs. The pain blooms hot and immediate, knocking the wind from his lungs.

“Ackk! H-Hey!”

He wheezes, legs buckling, but somehow keeps his grip on his weapon. He swings widely down with his left hand and his older sister sidesteps and grabs his shoulder with her free hand.

"You're dead," Kimiko says flatly, her curved wooden edge already resting against Rylan's throat while she pulls her thick left leg back.

“Kimi wait!

Rylan tries to push her back but he's too late as Kimiko’s pointy knee smashes up into his hanging testicles and introduces them to his pelvis.

Cruuunch!!

The sound Rylan made wasn't human. It’s the shrill, panicked shriek of a goner caught in a fox's jaws. It’s high-pitched, desperate, and utterly undignified.

“Awwwwhhh!!! My Nutssss!”

His knees buckle inward like broken hinges as both hands instinctively fly to his throbbing walnut size nutties. His wooden sword clatters to the ground, forgotten.

The match didn’t even last two minutes.

“Ughhh gods my nuts! Kimiko! M-My Nuts!”

“That’s one point for me.”

Kimiko doesn't cheer or gloat. She simply exhales through her nose, takes score, and watches her little brother crumple onto his side, curling into a whimpering ball.

She feels a little bad but the Nakao women have perfected special techniques over many generations The Peach Pit Press, the Rising Phoenix Knee, the dreaded Twin Bell Hammer. All designed to exploit what polite society called "a man's vulnerability."

The Nako women call it how it is though. They’re a clan of ballbusters who go for their enemies special jewels.

“Ugghhhh…awwhh…”

Rylan's breaths come in chopped, wet gasps as he clutches his sack, his forehead pressed against the cold courtyard stones. Spit strings between his lips and the ground like glistening spider silk.

Hm. Maybe I kneed his balls too hard? I thought his aura would be strong down there, at least.

Kimiko watches his diaphragm convulse, dry heaving without the dignity of actual vomit.

"You’re not reinforcing your aura Rylan. It’s leaving your weak spots wide open," she teaches, voice as crisp as the chilly air.

He coughs harder and shakes.

"Your weapon might as well have been a willow branch if you’re not even going to strengthen it…you do know the Bikazumi won't pause their feast to let you catch your breath when your balls are dangling from their teeth, right?"

"You…you…Fucking Bitch!"

Rylan wheezes through clenched teeth, his tears falling into the dirt.

His voice is half-strangled, the words bubbling up through sheer, male unique pain. His fingers dig into the cobblestones as if trying to anchor himself against the tides of nausea.

"Why’d y-you have t-to c-crush my balls?!"

Kimiko tilts her head, considering him the way a hawk might consider a particularly unimpressive mouse. She twirls her bokken idly, the wooden tip whispering through the air.

"Crushed them? No I didn’t," she says factually, "That wasn't even twenty percent. I barely put a dent in them."

“Ohhh…”

That only makes her brother groan louder as his balls realize they’d have turned to mush if she was closer to using half her strength.

“Kimiko!”

The courtyard gate creaks open just as Rylan's whimpers taper into miserable sniffles. Konomi Nakao, their maid sister who’s only twenty-seven, steps through with her lavender kimono brushing against the cobblestones and one hand resting on the swell of her milky breast and her pregnant stomach.

Unlike Kimiko's battle-hardened sharpness, Konomi moves like sunlight through stained glass. Warm, diffused, and effortlessly bright.

"Konomi? You’re early," Kimiko says, her shoulders loosened just slightly, “I thought you were at your doctor’s appointment? Is everything okay?”

Konomi's sandals scuff against the courtyard stones as she pauses mid-step, her honey-brown eyes flickering between Kimiko's impassive face and Rylan's shuddering form curled in the dirt.
One corner of her mouth twitches. Not quite a smile, but something dangerously close.

"Yes I’m fine, Kimi-San, don’t worry about me. My doctor moved my appointment to tomorrow, that’s all" she says, adjusting the silk sash beneath her rounded belly. "I was actually coming to tell Ry something but—"

A wet, guttural groan cuts her off as Rylan attempts to roll onto his back, his knees still clamped together like a dying beetle.

Konomi clears her throat delicately.

"...ahem, I'll probably just tell him later."

"He'll be fine soon," Kimiko says, nudging Rylan's hip with her sandal as he groans into the dirt.

“Will he though?”

Konomi doesn’t hide her little giggle as her giant brother tries to push himself up but loses strength and plops back down.

"Yeah, his testicles should drop from his throat in the next five minutes. Ten if he keeps crying like a speared bear."

“Auuuhhh f-fuck youuu two…”

“Heh, well besides him I also wanted to tell you…in case no one has already,” Konomi gets a softer look in her eyes as she reaches to touch her older sister’s stern hand.

“…Happy Mother’s Day sis,” she says quietly. Too quietly. Like the words might cut.

Kimiko doesn’t answer. She doesn't look at Konomi's belly directly. She just…can't. The rounded curve of it presses against the lavender silk like a moon against twilight, and something in Kimiko's ribs twists sharp enough to steal her breath.

Many years ago, her own tunic had stretched tight over that same swell. She'd sewn the stitches looser herself when none of her uniforms fit anymore. Back then, the weight of her sword had been secondary to the weight of a child sleeping against her chest, his tiny fingers curled around her thumb as she walked the courtyard at midnight because he wouldn't stop crying for anyone else.

But one day when she was out swinging her blade and protecting humanity…evil struck like lightning and took the two most important things from her. The love of her life and her only baby…gone.

All thanks to a Bikazumi.

Kimiko instead watches Rylan's body tremble, his knuckles white with the effort of simply breathing through the pain. She knows this particular agony intimately. Having dished it out countless times in training and in battle. She has endured all sorts of painful lessons during her own brutal upbringing.

The Nakao clan doesn’t coddle. Not when coddling gets you gutted by monstrous strength wielded by those who pretend to be human…

"You're embarrassing yourself," Kimiko says roughly, tapping Rylan’s thigh with her bokken.

“Uggg! S-Stop!”

"Your balls aren't ruptured. Stand up and be a man."
Rylan shakes his head violently, still curled around his aching boys.

"Fuck no," he wheezes, tears dripping from his nose as he glares up at Kimiko through wet lashes.

“Excuse me?”

"You—you t-tried to knee your future n-nephews and nieces into my stomach, you lil—!"

Kimiko's right sandal lifts, poised above his vulnerable sack like a guillotine.

"Last chance, twerp. On your feet before I actually crush them into nothing!"

BONG! BONG! BONG!

Bells. Not temple bells but alarm bells.

A house runner, Romeo, skids into the courtyard, breathless as other Nakao warriors rush past him, grabbing their gear.

“Report! Ventus guild has been notified of an
attack in the small village Gunther! Three Bikazumi have been spotted with the bandit group that’s disturbing Prosperity Finance!”

Kimiko’s eyebrows furrow deep. Bikazumi! One could be the futa oni she’s been searching for…

“Any casualties?”

“None on the civilian side yet. But the guards are in bad shape…they’re making a mess. You with us on this one, Kimiko?”

She doesn’t even hesitate, “Definitely.”

“Alright! I’ll set up a Transportive Mandala then. You’ll tag with Benson.”

“Kimi…”

The alarm bells were still shuddering through Kimiko's teeth when Konomi's fingers tightened around hers. Not in a clinging way. Konomi never clings. She’s always been so strong on her own but she presses in that silent Nakao language they'd perfected after years of shared beds and shared losses.

Kimiko doesn’t pull away. She lets her scarred thumb brush across Konomi's knuckles, where the skin was still soft despite the calluses from hauling laundry baskets and stirring medicinal brews.

“Please don’t get hurt…”

Kimiko's fingers lingered against Konomi's knuckles a second longer than necessary before sliding up to ruffle her sister's hair. A gesture so deliberately casual it bordered on theatrical. It’s hard for Kimiko to show love these days but the dark strands slip through her calloused fingers like river reeds, catching the morning light.

"Don’t worry sis, I’ll be back before you know it. Stay inside the east gate and we’ll watch a play later tonight, okay?"

Kimiko promises, her thumb brushing Konomi's
temple where a vein pulsed too fast.

“But—“

Konomi's lips part to protest, but her sister is already turning towards Rylan's crumpled form. Kimiko's sandal connects with his hip in a precise tap that carries the exact weight of a Nakao matriarch's disappointment.

"Your balls better have descended by the time I gut these bastards, Ry," she warns, rolling her shoulder until the joint popped. "Or I'll have to start calling you ‘sis’ too.”

— - —

10 Minutes Later –Gunther, Prosperity Finance Street

“Ahh! L-Let go of me! Let—AIII!!!”

The Paladin guard never saw it coming.

One second he was shouting for civilians to fall back. The next, a red skinned beauty (a top heavy Bikazumi Oni woman who’s 5 '11, short horns with sharp points, black nails like knives) had him by the throat and was smashing her bolder breaking knuckles against his healthy, huge, testes.

CRASHHH!!!

The brick wall behind him doesn’t just break. It remodels itself. The guard’s cup armor folds inward as the Oni babe smashes his ballsack into the alleyway hard enough to leave a man-shaped crater behind the one impressive bulge.

“Damn! No more nuts for you, huh?”

Dust rains and the guard’s eyes roll back. He’s unconscious before he hits the ground. Two more knights charge, swords out, yelling war chants they never thought they’d have to shout.

But her black leather top that’s barely holding her spilling red tits and her strong bare legs stretching from her furred shorts were too distracting.

“Not so fast!”

A second Oni drops behind them and snatches their collars. This one is a man with dark blue skin, 6’2 with longer horns, and a massive dick outlined in ripped denim jeans. With one arm for each knight he casually lifts them and SLAMS them together like toys.

“Aughh—!!!”

Helmets met with a sound like melons bursting. Both men dropped, limbs bent wrong. Snapped like twigs.

The two muscular Oni’s throw their heads back and laugh with their fangs bared, eyes dilated, and veins glowing red across their necks and eyes.

They’re high off of something…

“Too easy!” the blue one howls. “Where’s those real warriors at Pan? I thought you said these dumb
humans needed us to keep powerful guards busy?”

“These were the guards.” Pan says, shaking broken armor and nut splash off her knuckles from the first guard she’d ruined.

“They’re just a lot softer than expected.”

Three other knights laid out behind her, just as ball-less as the one twitching by her big feet.

“What? That sucks!”

The blue one scrunches his eyebrows, now annoyed he’d taken out the two guards so fast.

“I’m only up and awake because you said we’d get paid to have real fun—

FWOO

Two figures blur in, appearing between the two tall Oni within an eyeblink. Nakao men, purple-eyes, matching black war coats with purple long sleeves and katanas. One has his hand on his comrade while the other holds his hands outstretched, glyphs burning on his palms as he aims at the woman.

“Skybind!”

“Oh?”

Sorcery hits Pan like a fist. Her feet leave the ground and she snarls, suddenly weightless. Her claw hand reaches out to grab one of the men by their pitch black hair but the Nakao duo grab her arms first and launch skyward!

BOOM!

All three rocket in a spiral of purple Hexx, leaving a sonic boom behind. The Skybind maneuver: isolate, execute, then drop the corpse later.

“Heyyy. You guys are leaving me behind?”

He looks up to see his strong partner being manhandled when another Fwoo materializes behind him.

Leaving the blue Bikazumi, Koji, behind but not alone, his white tribe tattoos drip with sweat and his cock throbs in excitement as he slowly turns to see who showed up late to the party.

Kimiko and Benson Nakao stand ready like phantoms.

Benson, despite his bald head and long graying mustache, he’s a 6’1 beast in his own right. Only an inch shorter than the man who doesn’t look that much different from him, Benson wears a spear across his back and has the family’s purple eyes that are sharp with arrogance.

Bushi rank, same as Kimiko. Clan clover tattoo curling up his right hand.

Kimiko and Benson don’t speak to each other often but they didn’t need to. They gave Koji the same look. A mutable glare that’s flat and yet filled with hatred.

History always puts Nakao and Bikazumi Oni against each other. Man vs monster. Bloodline vs bloodline.

Centuries of hate packed into one heartbeat.

“It must be my lucky day. Two Nakao reapers, just for me? Good.”

“If you try to run you’ll only make this worse on yourself.” Kimiko says as her eyes glare at the thick oni meat resting between his legs and the two huge orbs on each side.

He may not be the red one who destroyed her world but he has a fat pair of gonads she’ll happily take out of Bustia’s gene pool. Her left hand grips the handle of her weapon of justice.

KLIK!

“Your crimes against humanity stop today.”

Koji’s grin feels eerie as his muscles pulse with the magical high flowing through his bloodstreams. He cracks his knuckles and his Hexx veins flare red.

“You sword bastards make me sick. All that ‘protect humanity’ crap. Wake up already. Things are changing real soon and there’s nothing you old farts can do about it.”

He spits, clearly just as bitter towards the Nakao as they are to the demons that have caused them nothing but agony for generations. Although his attitude reminded Kimiko of her younger brother’s and all the Nakao young adults.

Everyday they lose their faith in the old ways. Neglecting their drills and studies. Now, more than ever, they have to fight because…things will never be good.

“Tsk. You don’t know what’s about to happen to you, do you? Punks these days,” Kimiko jokes darkly, giving the blue Oni a shiver down his back.

“Get ready to say goodbye to either your life or your testicles. We’ll see how things play out.”

A blood vessel pops in Koji’s head and he takes a step forward, now pumped up.

“…oh you’re going to be fun to break. Can’t wait to tell the guys I crushed two more of you purple eyed freaks.”

Benson grabs and twirls his spear. The straight blade catches the sun and the reflection of the poor knights who needed them.

“Kimiko,” Ben grunts, not looking at her. “It’s Mother’s Day. Go sit down. Drink some tea. Cry about your—”

“Careful,” Kimiko cut in, her voice ice and threatening. “You don’t want to end up like these guys, and lose your balls today, too. Right?”

“Yeah yeah, just watch me take out the trash like a real man,” Benson finishes, stepping forward.

“Took the words right out of my mouth.” Koji’s grin vanishes and he moves faster than the other two can react.

CLAP!!!

His palms meet together so hard the air ripples. A shockwave blasts out, dust and debris exploding outward. Benson’s eyes went wide as his eardrums ring—

Here he comes! Benson thinks but he’s still too late.

Koji is already in front of him with his right fist buried deep in his guts.

THOOM!!

A thunderous punch disrupts Benson’s purple Hexx aura as Koji’s blue knuckles crack ribs and bruise his internal organs.

“Baauh!”

“You were saying?”

Benson’s eyes go wide as he hunches forward. A harsh cough wrecks his body and he spits up blood that sprays across Koji’s cheek.

But Benson's strong grin returns, now stained with red teeth.

“Missed my spine dumbass.”

“Huh?” Koji blinks.

Shhhhk—

Kimiko rushes in, already low, her katana whispering out in a horizontal slash aimed right for the fat cock head that’s resting on the oni’s right thigh. But Koji jumps and clears it by inches.

“Close!”

He watches Kimiko’s boobs jiggle behind her black and purple uniform as she skids to a stop. The human woman seems to be older than him but that doesn’t stop him from imagining her in the nude. Maybe slashing her clothes off before killing her will satisfy his high bloodlust, but he’s caught off guard and doesn’t see Benson’s knee coming until it smashes his nose.

CRACK!

Benson’s knee catches Koji square in the face. His sharp teeth snap and normal red blood and snot paints the air.

“Aghh! Fucker!!”

Koji hit the ground hard, skull bouncing off asphalt. Benson coughs some more and reforms his aura as he steps back. His steps are loose but he’s still conscious.

“Told you…It’s nothing but trash duty.”

“Shut up, you’re a mess. Are you drunk or something?” Kimiko asks, annoyed by her cousin's swaying performance.

He was caught off guard too easily by that punch. What’s wrong with him?

"Blame May," Benson painfully chuckles, wiping blood from his lip with the back of his hand. "Little kitchen witch sped up three batches of plum wine before the call. I couldn't resist tasting her work."

Kimiko's nostrils flare. She knows May. A cute twenty year old, freckled cook, with fingers permanently stained purple from crushing grapes.

The girl's Jukusei Sokushin technique could age vintage fruit in hours, turning courtyard harvests into liquid courage before lunch. Dangerous, when Benson's already got the self-control of a thirsty goat.

Koji sneezes out blood and snarls, “Okay. Now I’m mad.”

He blurs from where he’s at, pushing off the ground and taking two steps. That’s all it takes for Bikazumi legs to eat distance like it’s nothing. Fist cocked back, he aims to cave Benson’s chest in…but liquid courage is one hell of a thing.

SHUNK!

“Root.”

Benson slams his spear into the asphalt and activates his Hexx technique: Ironroot Binding. The spear locks in place, freezing in a way where it couldn’t budge, even if a truck were to hit it.

“Hup!”

He then uses the anchor like a pole vault and his body goes horizontal, legs whipping around in a spinning dodge that makes Koji’s punch sail past by an inch.

Momentum carries and Benson’s feet, lit up with Hexx energy, slam deep into the larger man’s ribs with twice the force Koji was expecting.

BOOM!

Both heels catch Koji so hard that he’s knocked off his feet again and slammed sideways, hitting the brick wall of Prosperity Finance. Hard enough to crack the brick wall.

Go for this man’s weakness. Put everything into breaking the source of his strength!

Kimiko doesn’t waste time. Already moving again, her hair flows behind her like a tail as she rushes in wordless and drives her reinforced toes straight into Koji’s massive ballsack.

WHAM!

“Guuuhh?!”

Not having his huge hangers busted in so long was a benefit to Kimiko as she easily rearranges both of his swollen man orbs by forcing them to absorb the full force of a Nakao Nut Kick.

“My Balls?!”

“Mhm.”

Kimiko nods, confirming she nailed both by wiggling her toes to feel his hefty pair squirm uncomfortably.

“Uuuuhhh!”

Koji’s voice cracks and he looks at Kimiko shocked. He can’t believe she has just as much, if not more, strength than Benson. And used that strength to crush his balls.

Unfortunately for Kimiko, the Oni before her doesn't have weak testicles like her young brother’s, Rylan. They manage to avoid bursting and drop back down between his legs as he folds forward and sucks in a deep shuddering breath.

That’s all the opening she needs.

“Plum Slice!”

Channeling her pain and Hexx into her sheathed blade, it fuels her desire to win by severing evil at the root. Katana steel sings with the quick Iai draw and a violet line cuts the air from below his knees-towards his temple.

Koji barely steps back in time. He’s fast…but not fast enough.

SPLIK!

His right eyebrow splits open, getting blood into his eye. But his pants also shred open, letting his two heavy orange size Oni balls swing down loosely.

“Y-You Bitch!”

He roars and slams his knees and a fist into the ground hard before she can make another attack.

KRA-KOOM!!!

Asphalt erupts. Debris and smoke vomits upward, blinding and choking the two Nakaos.

“Ben! Where is he?!”

Kimiko’s stance breaks and she chokes, line of sight on those huge balls now gone.

“I don’t know, can’t see! Sense his ass!”

Her purple eyes ignite and she squints through the dust, her Hexx aura flaring around her. It’s a tight, violent aura that doubles in size as she predicts a surprise Chop is coming.

I kicked his balls but not hard enough to make him choke on them. I need to ruin them while they’re out in the open.

She darts around but her eyes still sting from the
dust.

Still…he’ll be able to kill me if I don’t dodge or—

She sees it through the smoke: Koji’s fist, wrapped around a small Red Tsuubi stone. He crushes it and takes a whiff as his other fist comes down like a meteor.

Block!

Kimiko twists her katana up to parry.

CLANG—KRAK!

Shit! Wrong move.

Neither force cuts but it’s overwhelming and transfers, launching Kimiko backwards out of the smoke cloud.

“Ughh!”

She rolls off her shoulder hard twice before carving a sliding trench in the street with her blade.

Kkkshhhh!

Skidding to a stop sparks fly off her blade until she sits up on one knee, breathing hard.

Damnit, he’s juicing. That would have taken my head if I didn’t sense him at the last second…

Benson’s spear clanks off strikes Kimiko can’t see but she hears the beast man roar as the Nakao man lands a spear slash across his back after vaulting over him.

It’s a stalemate. This isn’t good. Aren’t there supposed to be three? If the others are having just as much trouble…

Looking up, Kimiko feels her heart sink as her helplessness grows deeper on such an important day.

— - —

High above Gunther, three figures dance in a battle that wasn’t looking good for the sorcerer duo.
Boshiro Nakao — tall and serious with short cropped black hair, his black coat whips in the wind as he keeps all three of them floating.

His Hexx Technique: Skybind. He can grab a person’s magical aura and rewrite their weight, making them heavy as a mountain or light as a leaf.

Right now, he has it on himself, Freddy Nakao, and the Bikazumi red woman, Pan. An oni who wasn’t trying to hide how bad she wanted to pop the hanging organs dangling between their legs.

“Hold still! I just want to feel them!”

Spinning and finding some humor in “flying” despite her lack of balance, Pan’s swinging fists are still strong enough to propel her towards the purple eyed men to try to snatch their precious testicles.

Fortunately the spell was keeping her off balance.

I can’t push off of anything besides the air and I can’t stay upright. I’m at a disadvantage here. But if I can just grab onto one of them…

“Give me yo nuts!”

Pan claps her hands and rockets backwards towards the Nakao holding them but he easily backflips and keeps his concentration up.

“Fat chance. But I’ll let you hold this though!” Freddy says as he dodges her follow up hook to his swinging bulge and he spins his sword behind his back.

Freddy doesn’t have Hexx but his soul energy is enough to sharpen his blade to mark a deep cut across Pan’s leg and between her boobs, ripping her top open to explode even more cleavage.

“Ughh! I liked this shirt!”

“What’s wrong? I thought you monster sluts love letting everything hang out? Or is that just the chicks with three horns instead of two?”

Freddy mocks, making fun of the well endowed bikazumi women like their moon priestess.

“Go for her head. Not her tits, you idiot.” Boshiro lectures as he too twists and weaves through the air to avoid Pen’s thrashing grabs.

“I’m trying! Just don’t drop me. I got her.”

“I’m ready whenever you are numb nuts,” Pan chuckles while floating upside down and watching Koji be knocked onto his ass.

I need to wrap this up. The robbery is almost done and I’m not trying to take on a whole bunch of these ants. If I can’t get the quiet one I’ll scare him by breaking the other one right in front of him. The cocky ones always slip up.

They trade a few more blows mid-air. Pan throws punches and kicks as Freddy’s blade tries to find an opening in Pan’s swinging form.

Even from down below, Kimiko can feel it.

Pan’s unstoppable desire. It bleeds off her in waves. She also holds some red Tsuubi crystal in a fist which makes the air around them thick enough to shimmer.

Freddy sees an opening. His underhand sword slash comes up at her neck—and Pan spins past his flying thrust and grabs his coat from behind.

“Gotcha,”

she pulls him close and shoves her big free hand between his strong legs and smirks as she stops his thick balls from shriveling away.

“Oh no! W-Wait!” His wide purple eyes shrink and his jaw drops.

“Boshiro! D-Drop her out of the sky!!! Pleaseee!!! BEFORE SHE—!”

“Shhh, it’s okay. I got your balls. You don’t have to worry about them ever again.”

Pan shoves Freddy’s bulging eyes into her rack and squeezes his spunk-makers against each other so tightly they can’t slip away between her fingers. They’re doomed to crush each other.

CRUUUNCH!

“Ooo, I love that sound. Are those your fat nuts breaking, Nakao? I can’t tell!”

“MMHJGH?!?!” He screams into her jiggling, cut boobs.

Boshiro shudders as he sees his cousin slap his hand against Pan’s strong wrist as she demolishes his chances of ever having children.

“Mmm, shit, I think that was lefty? Okay, deeeep breath. This will only take one more squeeze for righty…”

Pan sticks her tongue out as they spin in the air and she twists her wrist. Alllll the way until one last Crackle erupts between the weaker man’s shaking legs.

“Oh no…”

Boshiro gulps as Freddy’s eyes roll up and Pan throws both of her heels into his chest so hard he SHOOTS out of the Skybind field like a cannonball.

CRASH!!!

He punches through a building rooftop three blocks away and doesn’t come back up.

Now it’s just Boshiro. All alone.

Sweat runs down his temples and veins stand out in his neck as he keeps both hands raised, glyphs glowing.

“Don’t…” he grits out, voice carrying on the wind as he tries to stay composed and hype himself up.

“…let her break the spell!”

Pan sneers, cracking her knuckles. “Too late. Your nuts are next.”

Skybind flickers and he trembles in the air.

— - —

Back on the street, Koji shakes the debris off his shoulders and turns to Benson and Kimiko. One eye swollen shut, blood running down his face.
But he’s smiling.

“Your friends are gonna die tired,” Koji says, knowing the tall tale signs of Pan’s victims when she goes for their fragile nuts.

Unlike his of course.

Benson yanks his spear free from the ground and smooths out his mustache. He sways and blood drips from his head now.

Drunk + combat + head trauma = a really stupid idiot.

“Good,” Benson says confidently, despite his condition. “Means we get to kill you first. Right Kimiko?”

Kimiko stands with her sword leveled. Purple eyes blazing. Her broken fangs still biting.

“Yeah…it’s like I said before…”

She redirects her violet essence into her katana and gets in her pose from earlier, preparing to see her mission to the end.

“It’s either your life…or your balls. There’s no alternative.”

After all…that’s the Nakao way