Blade Wielding Battle Princess Sakura-Hime ~The Black Haired Maiden's Lewd Prison of Futanari Ejaculation Animal Training~ Chapter 1 May 07, 2018

Blade Wielding Battle Princess Sakurhime ~The Black Haired Maiden's Lewd Prison of Futanari Ejaculation Animal Training~ 01

Sakurhime defeated! The black haired maiden becomes a female slave!

It was the dead of night, when people should have been sleeping, the clock well past midnight. Clouds obscured the moon and stars and silence completely dominated the area. In the centre of town the area was still illuminated by the ambient light of the city, but out here in the distant suburbs it didn't reach. Rusted swings in a small park moved in the breeze, letting out small raspy sounds as they shook and shifted. Because of the time, there wasn't a single person wandering past the area. At this hour, only suspicious people would be seen here, something proven by the demon and beautiful girl hiding here in the dark.

"You've toyed with lives for the final time monster!! Enmsama will accept your life!! To protect the people, Sacred Armour!! To sever evil, Sacred Blade!! Blade Wielding Battle Princess Sakurhime is here!!!"

"Nice entrance Sakurhime. As one of the eight great oni, I, Onikaeru shall be your opponent."

Inside a magical barrier that would force any onlookers to leave, the two shadowy figures face off against one another. With a yell the girl charges, her heavy blade slashing down as she does so. She is Sakurhime, a girl who uses a Sacred Treasure to transform into a Battle Princess to combat the monsters of Onigumi. Not even twenty years old yet, she is a genius who has been acknowledged by the Sacred Treasures and battles against Onigumi. She wears an overly large samurai-styled helmet and has thick armour covering her entire body while somehow wielding a huge sword more than thrice her own body's height. From under her helmet which bears a sakura blossom insignia spills her long black hair which is exceptionally glossy and pretty. Her face is that of a Japanese beauty, a mix of cuteness and dignity which would be noticed even by members of the same sex. The number of love letters she has received easily exceeds ten or twenty. Her long eyelashes seeming to glitter as she takes a stance with her huge sword.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!"

"Chiiiiii!! Yaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Two blades clash together in the night, sparks scattering about in the air. The darkness flashing into light for an instant each times the blades strike one another.

"Onikaeru! We'll settle things this time!!!"

"That way of speaking. Tonight I'm going to make you stop it."

Another shadow as tall as the huge sword the Battle Princess wields appears in the night, the frog monster swelling until it stands four metres tall. In its flabby hands a kusarigama appears, the sickle and chain gleaming in the night. Onikaeru is one of the eight great oni, the leadership of Onigumi. His skin seems to shine thanks to a coating of slime and brown coloured pimple like protrusions sprout all over his skin. A strange noh-like mask covers his face and his voice echoes from within it.

Since ancient times Onigumi is an organization of monsters that amplify and then absorb negative energy from humans. Cities with many accidents and spikes of suicides are their havens. However, normal physical attacks don't do them much damage and only women transformed into heroines by Sacred Treasures can harm them. For these oni, Sakurhime is a true thorn in their side.

Then, with a loud cracking noise, Onikaeru's mask splits and falls away revealing his face from underneath it. Sakurhime's huge sword shivers after delivering the lightning fast stroke.

"So that's your real face your bastard. It's just as ugly as your gross body."

"I have a truly handsome face don't you know? You're really rude aren't you?"

Sakurhime frowns and furrows her brow. The fact that has been revealed to her is that Onikaeru's real face is a rather plain looking acne riddled middle-aged man's. Despite his words, his appearance is more than a little like that of a toad. However, despite Sakurhime's provocation, he is still calmly analysing the battle. By cutting the mask in half, Sakurhime is showing that she can cut his body anytime she wants to. So far they've engaged in hundreds of battles, but this time it seems she has finally cornered Onigumi's executive.

(I can win! I can definitely win this time! It's all thanks to the extra training gramps gave me!)

Again the huge blade flickers. Sakura blossoms scatter in the air like fire and the skin of Onikaeru is slashed, his blue coloured blood splashing and scattering in the air. Sakurhime follows it up with one of her secret techniques.

"Finishing blow secret technique!! The beauty of nature!!!"

"Guaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!"

A flash of light rivalling the brightness of the sun appears for a moment and then Onikaeru is flying away until he crashes into the sandpit on the other side of the park. Holding his side, Onikaeru's shoulders heave as his wheezes and gasps for breath. It's obvious to see that he is almost completely spent. Bringing her huge sword down to her hip, Sakurhime prepares her final killing strike.

"Finishing blow! Vanish into light!!!"

"Waaaait! Have a look here Sakurhime!"

"!?"

In the next moment, Sakurhime's body has completely stiffened up and frozen. The reason is because of the smartphone Onikaeru is holding up in front of himself. There Sakurhime's real identity, Tatemiya Ryuka, can be seen. It is a photograph of her in her sailor uniform going to school. Except for her grandfather, not even her closest friends know she is Sakurhime and without being able to help it, she becomes flustered.

"Wha! You, you bastard, when did you!?"

"I didn't think so, but you really were the sort of idiot who didn't take proper countermeasures aren't you? Now I already know everything about you. Tatemiya Ryuka, when you were a child both your parents died during an attack by Onigumi. Since then, you were raised by your grandfather at a kendo dojo hidden deep in the mountains. Driven by the urge for revenge you became a candidate to become a Blade Wielding Battle Princess and then passed and gained a Sacred Treasure at thirteen, the youngest ever for a Battle Princess. Currently you live alone in a western-style condominium in Tokyo. You go to Iwato High School and you're in class A for the second years. You participate in club activities, taking the kendo club to the nationals last year and you are also a member of the student council. A popular president, you have a good reputation and are known as a beauty with a cool gaze. Jeez, so amazing, you really hit a home run at life didn't you~?"

"-----guh."

"Recently you reunited with a childhood friend you haven't seen since you left with your grandfather and now you're fulfilling your decade old love for him. Ah, I really want to beat that boyfriend of yours to death."

"-----"

"You can tell even without me saying it by now can't you? If you raise your hands against me, your friends, boyfriend, everyone will be turned into so much dead flesh. I've already informed my subordinates, so be prepared to taste despair if you make a move. Now, my strength is almost at its limit, so throw down your blade."

Unable to come up with an answer, the black haired Battle Princess glares at the man while grinding her teeth. She can defeat Onikaeru right now, but her friends will be slaughtered. She can't bear the thought of losing all her precious friends. If she attacks now, everyone her own age will suffer. She can't imagine having to see their body's dead, their faces covered in blood. Unable to bear it, her huge sword makes a pitiful clanging noise as it is dropped to the ground.

"…I get it you bastard, do whatever you want. Just don't lay your hands on my precious people."

"Fuun… Is that really true, you'll do whatever I ask? You'll be my female slave? You'll even do perverted things?"

"…ah. That… that's right."

"Well then, first of all kneel in front of me. Then humbly ask for my favour alright? You understand your position don't you? You're a female slave aren't you?"

"-----. Please… Onikaeru…"

"Hmmm?"

"Please… Onikaeru-sama. Sakurhime… please make her your female slave…"

Taking her helmet off, the black haired girl kneels on the ground and then places her forehead against it as she begs the demon in front of her. Tears of anger and regret drip from her eyes, her armour making her look even more ungainly and foolish as she kneels on the ground.

"Ahahahaha! Okay, that's the best! Let's get along great after this Sakurhime!"

While stepping on the back of the girl's head and pushing her face into the dirt, Onikaeru lets out a bellowing laugh. A genuine oni standing in a park late at night.