Demon Dealings (Name subject to change) A hetero CYOA by Imasuky
That’s right, I’m doing a het based CYOA. Now my usual editor won’t touch this with a 9000 mile pole so I’m getting help from Robofonzy on the editing. So this will lack special flair my usual editor would give but I’m good on my own, and if not blame Robo for it.
Now the full set up will be explained in a future update so for now enjoy the beginning of this sordid tale.
PS. The pokemon Scarlet reboot is still happening down the road and this will not interfere with it or Labyrinth.
You are sitting on a throne surrounded by a half dozen beautiful girls, all of them naked, cum dripping from between their legs or splattered across their faces. Though at the moment their features are blurred and hazy.
A new one is crawling toward you, mouth open, hungry for your cock. The hunger for your dick the only thought in her head, just as you want it to be. She like all the others, is nothing more than your obedient and horny slave, a plaything for your every carnal desire.
For as long as you can recall, this has been your greatest desire. To control the thoughts and bodies of others, in particular, pretty girls. And that is just what you've done, a harem made up of all the best women and girls in school.
The one approaching you right now, eager to suck you off is none other than your own older sister, Momoko. She might be uptight and bossy, as well as a blood relative, but that hardly matters with as sexy as she is.
Slightly shorter than you, she has neck length brown hair and a trim figure, other than her hips which are a bit on the large side with her ass being particularly plump. And that plump rear is jiggling enticingly as she crawls toward you.
“Takuya…” She says sweetly as she gets close enough to breathe on your dick.
“Takuya….” She says it again, her voice dripping with desire.
There’s loud jarring slam followed by the shout of “Takuya!” still in Momoko’s voice though now she just sounds angry. You sit up in bed annoyed to have been so rudely woken up. Your dick tents the blanket pretty noticeably.
“If you don’t get out of bed now, you’ll be late for school!” She snaps “I’ve already had to deal with Sakurako so don’t test my patience anymore!” she shouts slamming the door with her fist again.
“Alright, I’m up.” You tell her smirking a little as you look down at you erection.
“Good, get ready, If you are even one second late you’ll regret it!” She says firmly. With that, you hear her walk away.
Well it might be annoying but you don’t really have time to jerk off, so just going to have to hope it goes down soon. Changing into your uniform you head to the bathroom and take care of the morning routine.
By the time you finish brushing your teeth your dick seems to have calmed down.
Heading down stairs and to the kitchen to get some breakfast you are greeted by the sight of your younger sister sitting at the table texting, how she manages to do that with those overly long fake nails she wears is still a mystery.
She looks up at you for a second and rolls her eyes.
You take a moment to look at her just like Momoko she’s a bit shorter than you, she, however, looks quite a bit different for a start she has waist length hair dyed blonde, she has a deep tan
and wears lots of heavy makeup, she’s got C-cup breasts and a toned figure, A typical Gal.
“Hey, when I took a bath last night you didn’t try to steal my panties did you?” She asks in a sharp accusing tone looking up at you for a second before going back to texting.
“No.” You answer with a sigh, she’s always accusing you of something like that as of late. She used to be a sweet and loving little sister who looked up to you but sometime around last year she started treating you like crap and dressing like this. The funny thing is that’s around the same time she went up a few cup sizes. But you don’t dare point that out for fear of being accused of sexual harassment...though she does that no matter what.
Though to be fair you have fantasized about her a few times, how could you not. She’s got the kind of looks that make everyone want to fuck her.
“Like I believe you, pervert.” she mutters gathering the last few bites of her breakfast and leaving.
With both your sisters out of the house you set about getting a quick meal. Not much just enough to make it through until lunch.
Once you finish you head to school with no real events of interest happening along the way.
Though as you approach the gate you see an all too familiar sight, a group of guys surrounding a much smaller figure.
“Hey, are you sure you’re really a boy?’ One asks mockingly.
“Yeah it’s pretty hard to believe, I mean really what guy is that dainty?” Another says with a laugh.
The slim figure winces at the words.
“Hey how about we cut class and find out?” A third one asks.
Having had enough you approach and clear your throat.
All four turn to face you.
In a split second, the short and dainty victim of bullying is latched to your arm.
“Maki-Senpai!” The voice is soft and sweet, just like the boy it belongs to, Tsukuda Yuki, an underclassman and member of the same club as you. He’s a little shorter than you and has a very slender frame, his face is soft and round with plump lips and long eyelashes all framed by straight black hair that hangs down to his shoulders.
It’s pretty easy to mistake him for a girl, in fact, the first time you met him you were positive he was one.
Because of that and his meek personality he tends to get bullied pretty often. And that’s not something you can just stand by and watch. So for the past year or so you’ve been protecting him.
And because of that, he’s become pretty fond of you. Not that you mind, boy or not he’s cute and very friendly.
“Hey, why don’t you jackasses leave him alone.” You say with more annoyance than anger. This has become such a routine that you can’t really get too worked up over it anymore.
“How about I go for that slut you call a sister?” One of them asks with a smug grin.
That, however, does get a reaction out of you, there have been some nasty rumors about Sakurako floating around. And even if she has been dressing and acting like a gal she’s still your sister and you won’t let someone get away with that.
As you clench your fist you hear a sharp snap.
Momoko is standing at the gate with her arms folded.
“All of you need to get to class, now!” She says “And...I will not tolerate any fighting from students of this school!” She adds firmly looking at you.
The three jerks quickly head into the school doing their best to avoid Momoko's gaze. While they might be willing to talk about those rumors about your younger sister your older sister is another story altogether.
She is a teacher in training and quite intimidating.
Yuki flinches a little under her glare.
“Don’t worry Nee-chan I won’t doing anything stupid.” You say waving dismissively only to be met with a sting of pain on the top of your head, the shock of it nearly causing you to drop to your knees.
Momoko’s knuckles can be devastating when she catches you off guard like that.
“You know you aren’t supposed to call me that at school. Now get to class.” She says walking off the clicking of her heels fading.
“Are you OK Maki-senpai?” Yuki asks looking at you with his large soft eyes. He really is too cute to be a boy.
“Yeah I’m fine Tsukuda-kun.” you say pushing aside some thoughts about how good he’d look in a girl’s uniform.
Class is pretty much typical.
Your homeroom teacher Akiyama Miho is her usual soft spoken self, she’s one of the most popular teachers in the school for two reasons. The first is her looks, she has a very mature and plump figure; she has shoulder length light brown hair not to mention, the beauty mark under her left eye. She’s a total MILF, though she doesn't actually have any kids, not through lack of trying on her part though.
The other reason she’s popular is because she’s extremely sweet and kind, she’s always willing to give every student a second, third...basically infinite chances.
As class ends you make your way to the school store to buy a small armload of sandwiches and some juice. With those in hand you head to your clubroom, it’s just part of the daily routine.
As you enter you find just what you expected to find, Ueda Satomi laying face down on the table in the middle of the room looking like she’s dead.
Satomi is an upperclassman of yours and the president of the Occult Research Club. Her, Yuki, and yourself are the only members.
Satomi like so many of the girls you know is a bit shorter than you, but unlike most of them, she has very large breasts, easily F cups, though it’s not like you’ve ever really had a chance to measure them. As for the rest of her, She has shoulder length black hair and wears thick rimmed glasses on a slightly plump face.
Setting the sandwiches down Satomi perks up right away.
“Maki-kun you are a lifesaver!” She says as she grabs a sandwich shoves most of it in her mouth. She devours it and several more in rapid succession.
“You really need to remember to eat breakfast on your own Ueda-senpai.” You tell her as you start eating your own sandwich at a much more reasonable pace. “You are graduating at the end of the year, once you do I’m not going to be here to ensure you don’t starve.” You tell her.
Satomi is a pretty odd on one hand she’s got some of the highest scores in the school, but at the same time, she’s a complete ditz who seems incapable of remembering even the most basic of things, like feeding herself.
In your first year, you met her and took pity on her like a dumb busty kitten. And joined her club, which you have to admit has actually been pretty fun.
The whole Occult thing does kind of strike a chord with that fetish for controlling girls. But from what you’ve seen so far you doubt it would actually be possible.
As she shovels the sixth sandwich in her mouth Satomi starts to talk.
“So...Maki-kun, I will need your help later today. I found a book and want to test something out.” She says before gulping down most of her juice.
You lift an eyebrow.
“This isn’t going to turn out like last time is it?” You ask.
“Not at all, I promise there won’t be any live frogs involved...or dead ones either. In fact no animals at all.” She says quickly.
The last time she wanted to do an ‘experiment’ it ended in nearly a hundred frogs getting unleashed in the school. It was a huge mess. The only thing that saved you from a suspension was the kindness of Akiyama-sensei.
“All I’ll need is you to show up after classes are over...and make sure no one else comes along!” she says jumping up and slamming her hands on the table making her large breasts shake quite impressively. “That’s very important.” She adds.
You just nod, it’s easier to just go along with her ideas.
Finishing your lunch you head back to class which is as uneventful as the first part of the school day.
As things wrap up you head to the clubroom as requested.
Opening the door you see...nothing really.
The room is pitch black.
“Come in and lock the door.” Satomi says from within the darkness,
Well, no point in not going along, for now, you figure as you step into the room closing and locking the door as instructed.
Once that’s done you hear the sound of a match being struck and see the flicker of a flame.
Satomi is standing in the center of the room holding a candle.
“So what is it you have planned this time?” You ask watching with some worry as Satomi uses the candle to light several more slowly illuminating the room. You can now see a large pentagram drawn on the floor in chalk.
“We’re going to summon a demon!” Satomi says throwing her arms into the air, thankfully she sat the lit candle down a few moments earlier.
“Really?” You ask trying not to sound too sarcastic, you might be in the occult club but you don’t actually believe most of this stuff.
“Yes.” She answers seemingly oblivious of the tone you had. “I have almost everything ready, I’m just missing one single key component.”
“And what would that be?” you ask “Because if it’s my blood there’s no way I’m trusting you with something sharp anywhere near me.” You inform her.
“Oh don’t worry it’s not blood….but it is a...bodily fluid…” She blushes bright enough that even in the dim light of the candles you can see it on her face. “I..I need...I need your semen.” She says looking down at the ground and grabbing the hem of her skirt.
It takes several seconds for it to really set into you mind just what she said.
“You want...my...semen?” You ask wanting to confirm her words.
“Yes.” She answers gulping nervously “I’ve looked through more than a hundred books and this ritual showed up a dozen times over so I’m sure it will work. The final thing I need is freshly spilled semen and...I figure...you..might…” She’s starting to look like she might pass out.
“And you figure I might be willing?’ You ask finishing the sentence for her.
She just nods.
“I’m willing to…” The rest of her words drift off into a whispered mumble.
“Willing to what?” you ask not quite sure what she said.
“Imwillingtohelpyoucum!” She says in a sudden rush of words, nearly shouting.
Wincing at the volume of her voice you wait a few moments to be sure no one heard her.
When there’s no one busting down the door you look at her again.
Even with the blush on her face that’s bright enough to almost light up the room, she has a look in her eyes that makes it clear that she’s completely serious.
“Or...I can just leave the room and leave you to it yourself.” She says sounding a bit less nervous. “All that matters is that it’s in the middle of the pentagram.” She adds pointing to the center of the room.
Well, you’ve got three choices here.
Turn this down cause it’s a waste of time
Let her ‘help’ you
Or go solo.
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Now the full set up will be explained in a future update so for now enjoy the beginning of this sordid tale.
PS. The pokemon Scarlet reboot is still happening down the road and this will not interfere with it or Labyrinth.
You are sitting on a throne surrounded by a half dozen beautiful girls, all of them naked, cum dripping from between their legs or splattered across their faces. Though at the moment their features are blurred and hazy.
A new one is crawling toward you, mouth open, hungry for your cock. The hunger for your dick the only thought in her head, just as you want it to be. She like all the others, is nothing more than your obedient and horny slave, a plaything for your every carnal desire.
For as long as you can recall, this has been your greatest desire. To control the thoughts and bodies of others, in particular, pretty girls. And that is just what you've done, a harem made up of all the best women and girls in school.
The one approaching you right now, eager to suck you off is none other than your own older sister, Momoko. She might be uptight and bossy, as well as a blood relative, but that hardly matters with as sexy as she is.
Slightly shorter than you, she has neck length brown hair and a trim figure, other than her hips which are a bit on the large side with her ass being particularly plump. And that plump rear is jiggling enticingly as she crawls toward you.
“Takuya…” She says sweetly as she gets close enough to breathe on your dick.
“Takuya….” She says it again, her voice dripping with desire.
There’s loud jarring slam followed by the shout of “Takuya!” still in Momoko’s voice though now she just sounds angry. You sit up in bed annoyed to have been so rudely woken up. Your dick tents the blanket pretty noticeably.
“If you don’t get out of bed now, you’ll be late for school!” She snaps “I’ve already had to deal with Sakurako so don’t test my patience anymore!” she shouts slamming the door with her fist again.
“Alright, I’m up.” You tell her smirking a little as you look down at you erection.
“Good, get ready, If you are even one second late you’ll regret it!” She says firmly. With that, you hear her walk away.
Well it might be annoying but you don’t really have time to jerk off, so just going to have to hope it goes down soon. Changing into your uniform you head to the bathroom and take care of the morning routine.
By the time you finish brushing your teeth your dick seems to have calmed down.
Heading down stairs and to the kitchen to get some breakfast you are greeted by the sight of your younger sister sitting at the table texting, how she manages to do that with those overly long fake nails she wears is still a mystery.
She looks up at you for a second and rolls her eyes.
You take a moment to look at her just like Momoko she’s a bit shorter than you, she, however, looks quite a bit different for a start she has waist length hair dyed blonde, she has a deep tan
and wears lots of heavy makeup, she’s got C-cup breasts and a toned figure, A typical Gal.
“Hey, when I took a bath last night you didn’t try to steal my panties did you?” She asks in a sharp accusing tone looking up at you for a second before going back to texting.
“No.” You answer with a sigh, she’s always accusing you of something like that as of late. She used to be a sweet and loving little sister who looked up to you but sometime around last year she started treating you like crap and dressing like this. The funny thing is that’s around the same time she went up a few cup sizes. But you don’t dare point that out for fear of being accused of sexual harassment...though she does that no matter what.
Though to be fair you have fantasized about her a few times, how could you not. She’s got the kind of looks that make everyone want to fuck her.
“Like I believe you, pervert.” she mutters gathering the last few bites of her breakfast and leaving.
With both your sisters out of the house you set about getting a quick meal. Not much just enough to make it through until lunch.
Once you finish you head to school with no real events of interest happening along the way.
Though as you approach the gate you see an all too familiar sight, a group of guys surrounding a much smaller figure.
“Hey, are you sure you’re really a boy?’ One asks mockingly.
“Yeah it’s pretty hard to believe, I mean really what guy is that dainty?” Another says with a laugh.
The slim figure winces at the words.
“Hey how about we cut class and find out?” A third one asks.
Having had enough you approach and clear your throat.
All four turn to face you.
In a split second, the short and dainty victim of bullying is latched to your arm.
“Maki-Senpai!” The voice is soft and sweet, just like the boy it belongs to, Tsukuda Yuki, an underclassman and member of the same club as you. He’s a little shorter than you and has a very slender frame, his face is soft and round with plump lips and long eyelashes all framed by straight black hair that hangs down to his shoulders.
It’s pretty easy to mistake him for a girl, in fact, the first time you met him you were positive he was one.
Because of that and his meek personality he tends to get bullied pretty often. And that’s not something you can just stand by and watch. So for the past year or so you’ve been protecting him.
And because of that, he’s become pretty fond of you. Not that you mind, boy or not he’s cute and very friendly.
“Hey, why don’t you jackasses leave him alone.” You say with more annoyance than anger. This has become such a routine that you can’t really get too worked up over it anymore.
“How about I go for that slut you call a sister?” One of them asks with a smug grin.
That, however, does get a reaction out of you, there have been some nasty rumors about Sakurako floating around. And even if she has been dressing and acting like a gal she’s still your sister and you won’t let someone get away with that.
As you clench your fist you hear a sharp snap.
Momoko is standing at the gate with her arms folded.
“All of you need to get to class, now!” She says “And...I will not tolerate any fighting from students of this school!” She adds firmly looking at you.
The three jerks quickly head into the school doing their best to avoid Momoko's gaze. While they might be willing to talk about those rumors about your younger sister your older sister is another story altogether.
She is a teacher in training and quite intimidating.
Yuki flinches a little under her glare.
“Don’t worry Nee-chan I won’t doing anything stupid.” You say waving dismissively only to be met with a sting of pain on the top of your head, the shock of it nearly causing you to drop to your knees.
Momoko’s knuckles can be devastating when she catches you off guard like that.
“You know you aren’t supposed to call me that at school. Now get to class.” She says walking off the clicking of her heels fading.
“Are you OK Maki-senpai?” Yuki asks looking at you with his large soft eyes. He really is too cute to be a boy.
“Yeah I’m fine Tsukuda-kun.” you say pushing aside some thoughts about how good he’d look in a girl’s uniform.
Class is pretty much typical.
Your homeroom teacher Akiyama Miho is her usual soft spoken self, she’s one of the most popular teachers in the school for two reasons. The first is her looks, she has a very mature and plump figure; she has shoulder length light brown hair not to mention, the beauty mark under her left eye. She’s a total MILF, though she doesn't actually have any kids, not through lack of trying on her part though.
The other reason she’s popular is because she’s extremely sweet and kind, she’s always willing to give every student a second, third...basically infinite chances.
As class ends you make your way to the school store to buy a small armload of sandwiches and some juice. With those in hand you head to your clubroom, it’s just part of the daily routine.
As you enter you find just what you expected to find, Ueda Satomi laying face down on the table in the middle of the room looking like she’s dead.
Satomi is an upperclassman of yours and the president of the Occult Research Club. Her, Yuki, and yourself are the only members.
Satomi like so many of the girls you know is a bit shorter than you, but unlike most of them, she has very large breasts, easily F cups, though it’s not like you’ve ever really had a chance to measure them. As for the rest of her, She has shoulder length black hair and wears thick rimmed glasses on a slightly plump face.
Setting the sandwiches down Satomi perks up right away.
“Maki-kun you are a lifesaver!” She says as she grabs a sandwich shoves most of it in her mouth. She devours it and several more in rapid succession.
“You really need to remember to eat breakfast on your own Ueda-senpai.” You tell her as you start eating your own sandwich at a much more reasonable pace. “You are graduating at the end of the year, once you do I’m not going to be here to ensure you don’t starve.” You tell her.
Satomi is a pretty odd on one hand she’s got some of the highest scores in the school, but at the same time, she’s a complete ditz who seems incapable of remembering even the most basic of things, like feeding herself.
In your first year, you met her and took pity on her like a dumb busty kitten. And joined her club, which you have to admit has actually been pretty fun.
The whole Occult thing does kind of strike a chord with that fetish for controlling girls. But from what you’ve seen so far you doubt it would actually be possible.
As she shovels the sixth sandwich in her mouth Satomi starts to talk.
“So...Maki-kun, I will need your help later today. I found a book and want to test something out.” She says before gulping down most of her juice.
You lift an eyebrow.
“This isn’t going to turn out like last time is it?” You ask.
“Not at all, I promise there won’t be any live frogs involved...or dead ones either. In fact no animals at all.” She says quickly.
The last time she wanted to do an ‘experiment’ it ended in nearly a hundred frogs getting unleashed in the school. It was a huge mess. The only thing that saved you from a suspension was the kindness of Akiyama-sensei.
“All I’ll need is you to show up after classes are over...and make sure no one else comes along!” she says jumping up and slamming her hands on the table making her large breasts shake quite impressively. “That’s very important.” She adds.
You just nod, it’s easier to just go along with her ideas.
Finishing your lunch you head back to class which is as uneventful as the first part of the school day.
As things wrap up you head to the clubroom as requested.
Opening the door you see...nothing really.
The room is pitch black.
“Come in and lock the door.” Satomi says from within the darkness,
Well, no point in not going along, for now, you figure as you step into the room closing and locking the door as instructed.
Once that’s done you hear the sound of a match being struck and see the flicker of a flame.
Satomi is standing in the center of the room holding a candle.
“So what is it you have planned this time?” You ask watching with some worry as Satomi uses the candle to light several more slowly illuminating the room. You can now see a large pentagram drawn on the floor in chalk.
“We’re going to summon a demon!” Satomi says throwing her arms into the air, thankfully she sat the lit candle down a few moments earlier.
“Really?” You ask trying not to sound too sarcastic, you might be in the occult club but you don’t actually believe most of this stuff.
“Yes.” She answers seemingly oblivious of the tone you had. “I have almost everything ready, I’m just missing one single key component.”
“And what would that be?” you ask “Because if it’s my blood there’s no way I’m trusting you with something sharp anywhere near me.” You inform her.
“Oh don’t worry it’s not blood….but it is a...bodily fluid…” She blushes bright enough that even in the dim light of the candles you can see it on her face. “I..I need...I need your semen.” She says looking down at the ground and grabbing the hem of her skirt.
It takes several seconds for it to really set into you mind just what she said.
“You want...my...semen?” You ask wanting to confirm her words.
“Yes.” She answers gulping nervously “I’ve looked through more than a hundred books and this ritual showed up a dozen times over so I’m sure it will work. The final thing I need is freshly spilled semen and...I figure...you..might…” She’s starting to look like she might pass out.
“And you figure I might be willing?’ You ask finishing the sentence for her.
She just nods.
“I’m willing to…” The rest of her words drift off into a whispered mumble.
“Willing to what?” you ask not quite sure what she said.
“Imwillingtohelpyoucum!” She says in a sudden rush of words, nearly shouting.
Wincing at the volume of her voice you wait a few moments to be sure no one heard her.
When there’s no one busting down the door you look at her again.
Even with the blush on her face that’s bright enough to almost light up the room, she has a look in her eyes that makes it clear that she’s completely serious.
“Or...I can just leave the room and leave you to it yourself.” She says sounding a bit less nervous. “All that matters is that it’s in the middle of the pentagram.” She adds pointing to the center of the room.
Well, you’ve got three choices here.
Turn this down cause it’s a waste of time
Let her ‘help’ you
Or go solo.
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