Kiss 3

Setouchi Keijo Training School/ Evening

Kiss sat at one of the desks in the facility room as the four groups of applicants were tested in the first exam of the "grinder". He was honestly trying to keep himself focused to prevent himself from just looking at the power radiating Kinetic meta-type rears of the former S and A rank Keijo players that were the teachers by talking to Ujibe "Siren" Nagisa, a champion Keijo player and headmistress of the academy.

"Ujibe-san, I want to say thank you for letting me stay on the premises. When you promptly forced all the other agency members to leave and come back in the mornings. Which I can say was…. mixed in the happiness of how much it gave me. So, I was curious why you let me stayyyy... are you even listening, Ujibe-san?"

Kiss just looked at Nagisa, she was very focused on doing her workout routine. As her thick body was starting to get to her…again.

"I'm just going to be quiet now…" Kiss thought to himself as he was generally ignored by the former high level Keijo players who were talking between each other instead of even trying to notice him.

He decided to go back to his laptop and start going through all of the rosters of the applicants to make measurements of their Meta-categories and specifications, and of each one's career life and limit expectations. He started going through each picture he took of the applicants during the day and marked each name down in a spreadsheet to the roster he was emailed a few days ago, (where he had to personally remove some names due to the ones that never showed up.)

Within a few minutes of him going through the information he was just about already done…and wanted to taste the athletes' sculpted rears instead of just looking at pictures of the Keijo players in spats and varying sports pants.

As Kiss was just putting his face into arms to hide the vary apparent hunger radiating off him, a phone went off in the office.

"What!" Hokuto Hitomi, a former rank A player turned teacher yelled in surprise.

"What happened?" Kobayakawa Miku questioned in return.

"Th-the lifeguard said that group D is having an internal fight." Kiss stood up from his desk as soon as he heard group D, since he knew that Miyata and Kaminashi were in that one. He couldn't let something this early on crush his clients' career.

Miku and Nagisa who stopped her exercise regimen, went to go check on the group, as they'll have to stop such problems.

"Wait a second…That's not it." Hitomi said in a minor panic.

"Not it? In what way?" Nagisa inquired.

"They're not panicking because of differing opinions, but because they learned about the hidden exam."

Miku had honest surprise on her face. "It's out? How?"

"I don't know; it seems one of them realized it." Hitomi replied. Kiss had a strong idea which one, or in better terms which group of few figured it out.

"Who? Which examinee is it?" Nagisa asked.

Hitomi picked the roster for girls in each group. "Let's see…. This girl. #268 from Kobe, her name is Kaminashi Nozomi. Wait…isn't she one of regalia boy's clients?"

"She undoubtedly is, Hokuto-san. She very well is." Kiss said proudly.

Nagisa just huffed in amusement. "Well. Kiss, what Vogel said about you makes sense now."

"I knew he would talk about what specialties I have, and how much of a contributing force I can be." Kiss exclaimed with positive bravado.

Nagisa held herself back from chuckling. "Well, he said you were a very passionate young man that can analyze a player from just watching them move around, a few other things about your passion and your talents, which I won't go into details about because I do not think you of all people would want something of that knowledge public, and Vogel said one thing specific thing about it though."

"May I ask, which is what exactly?" Kiss asked, trying to non-verbally be chummy with the other staff members.

"He said that I could reveal to the applicants what you can do and possibly leads to you getting into a coma from all of the more…seamless applicants giving you concussions from multiple ass blows to the head, and then the more shame filled applicants doing something dangerous in their haze of irrationality." Nagisa said matter of factly, like it wasn't a possibility but an inevitability.

Kiss within a second was on the ground, bowing with his head to the ground. "Please forgive my hubris, Ujibe-san."

The three female Keijo teachers just stared at the groveling young man. "How much of a submissive is he?"

Nagisa couldn't stop herself from placing her hand on her forehead. "Get up Isozaki. It's wasn't a threat or even a warning. It was truly to just see what your resolve is…and that's something that still confuses me."

Kiss got himself up from the ground and patted his clothes off. "Well, ignoring that. It goes to show my clients are S rank material, I'm making sure of that." Kiss said with no bravado or added charm, just his natural passion. He said it as it was something he fully believed, making it near impossible to doubt him on that newly placed fact.

"Ujibe-san. One of the applicants in group D quite literally kicked down the door." Hitomi stated in the brief silence.

"I'm deeply sorry!" Kiss was again on the ground, bowing in apology.

Nagisa this time couldn't stop herself from groaning and bringing her hand to her face. This young man is truly a sign to how crazy yet interesting these students will be.

The Next Morning

She couldn't make sense of it. Why did everyone think she was so different from herself last year. The only thing that was different was she's playing Keijo instead of Judo now. Everyone told her that she would win gold at the Olympics, she knew her family thought she threw her representative match as a show of her lack of respect for the sport…

It was never that. She just couldn't make herself compete for something she lost the passion towards, while the girl she let win had resolve and the love for the sport she lost in her years of training.

A passion she lost, but for her was now starting to spark back, for Keijo. She felt sexy and powerful every time she was on the land, out maneuvering every opponent with her ferocity and speed. Every blow with her sculpted rear resounding into the plug, filling her mind with adrenaline and euphoria.

She almost always had it (and as time progressed, it's sequentially larger sisters) in her, it just gave her such a feeling of fullness and especially relief when she played with it. Kiss gave her the plug for a few reasons but the one that stuck out to her was the plug was meant to make her be able to use her rear's inner potential and never notice fatigue or self-doubt about herself until the challenge was all over.

She never really thought about it, but the reason she very much enjoyed having a plug in her, getting "empowerment" training, going the full course with him as of this month, (she might get addicted to having the feeling of getting creamed inside), and just being able to keep her general composure comparable to a robotic battle babe was because of him.

What were her feelings for him? Friendship? Trust? Lust? Respect? Love...

She didn't have an answer to give herself, but maybe...

Her thoughts were pulled to a stop by a loud slamming sound coming from the nearby hallway.

She stopped walking as soon as she heard the sound. Looking around the empty hallway, she heard the sound of a person stretching their limbs and the slight jingle of a alien metal arrowhead pendent.

Kiss….

Miyata turned around and found Kiss walking up to her, a charming smile on his attractive face. "Miyata, you okay? You walked out of the lunchroom without telling me." His smile shifted to an emotionaless neutral look. "What's wrong? You can't hide from me when you have things on your mind."

"I'd rather not talk about it. It's not really something you need to worry about." She told him, she knew it was a lie, but she needed him to push it out of her. She needs that push…the flame that simmers in her that makes her not care about what others think…only what he thought.

"I won't try to pry then. Just tell me when you want to talk about it Sayaka, okay." Kiss calmly and somewhat sadly said. Miyata just felt anxiety and realization swim around in her body.

The relationship she had with him wasn't a normal one. His very touch relaxed her, and his enthusiasm built her confidence, but she's finally understood the underlying core to their dynamic. While she's under the power of the pleasure and comfort her gives her, everywhere else...

She had absolute power over him.

It was a truly pathetic mess she was in. The one who controlled her psyche and made her stronger was fully under her control and he was completely unaware.

Kiss had grown more than attached to her. He failed one of the rules of their contract, he wasn't supposed to have romantic attachment and she wasn't either but…why did they?

"Sayaka, it's okay. You don't have to talk about it, but just remember I'm here for you, you don't have to cry. If you want, we can go find an empty dorm room and…relive some tension." Kiss consoled her, putting her in a sideways hug, a bright smile on his face.

She was…. Crying? Miyata put her left hand to her face and noticed the moisture starting to go down her face...how didn't she notice her own tears? But she felt a smile growing onto her face, Which was inching closer to Kiss' own. "K-Kiss. Thanks. I'd really like that. I think there's a dorm hall down this and to the right, Kiss could you do the 'Cr—Announcement to all examinees. The practice exam will soon begin. Please change to PE clothes and be ready by 9 AM. Please note that it is not possible to retake the exam in case you are late."

The loudspeaker cut her off, and she broke eye contact with Kiss, her face fiery warm. "Kiss I need to go, as much as I'd want to take your offer, I'm not making this whole venture, our contract, all for nothing." Miyata declared, a smirk on her face, her fierce and cold composure all back together.

Kiss couldn't help but smirk himself. "Well good luck with the exam, you won't need the luck, but know I'm going to be there cheering you on." Kiss messed with the hair on the back of his head due to the self-believed cheesiness of his words.

Miyata's smirk melted into a blank look, tightening her hands in fists… she started to walk down the hall. Was she going to just let all of this energy build up in her?

..

.

She spun on the sole of her shoe and grabbed the back of Kiss' head, locking her lips with his, pulling his tongue in her mouth with her own.

Kiss seemed like he was going to yell in shock, but just relaxed as the exchange continued, unable to make himself harm her in any way.

Miyata pulled back from the liplock, their tongues breaking from the quick interlock and started to sprint away. Not looking back.

Kiss reached out to grab her before she ran, only to let his arm fall, his hand slowly balling into a fist. Feelings he hasn't felt in years bubbled within him... he had to make sure she was okay, that what he's done hasn't crippled her.

-Prince-

As the young man walked out of the hall, Sachiko Yamikumo finally had her face lifted from the wall it was being forced into. "What the hell bastard? Why did you do that?"

The model-eske man gave a serious look. "I hate those that believe there entitled to bring grief to others, when said others know of their own problems, and what's wrong with helping a co-worker out." He said, chuckling to himself. "The shit I do for you, Fyodor. The shit I do for you."

Setouchi Training Hall

"First, I'd like to apologize for the events last night. We thought we were prepared for issues during the exam. We're extremely sorry that something so unexpected happened." The walrus women that is titled the siren declared to the crowd of applicants in the near filled center of the hall.

Nozomi walked through the crowd, needing to find Miyata, because she had never seen that kind of interaction between her and Kiss before.

Scanning the many varies hairstyles through the crowd, she finally found a ribboned set of pastel white hair. "Ah, there you are, Miyata-Chan."

The ex-judoka had slight shock on her face as she stopped mid-rearranging her hair. Nozomi with her Genki smile, lifted her shirt slightly and turned around showcasing her gymnastic sculpted ass in freshly bought thigh length spats. Something that excited her to no end. "Look at this, I brought tights this time. I wanted this since the first exam. How's it? Cool, right? It was on sale for 980 yen! If I had this at the bottom-8, maybe I wouldn't have lost to you. Right?"

Miyata just blankly looked at her sort of friend and technical business associate present her consort booty with childish glee. "We'll never know but your score would have probably increased."

"So I wanna have a rematch." Miyata just stared, partially confused.

"Wanna have a rematch with this test's score?"

"That's stupid. We don't even know what it's about. And we have no reason to. Last time there was the right to the picture, but there's nothing this time." Miyata stated as absolute fact.

Nozomi's look darkened. "There is something..."

Miyata's composure started to leave a crack and Nozomi fully knew she had to press into it to make it shatter to get the answers she wants.

"If I win it. You'll answer one question I have. Like 'what's going on between you and Kiss, are you deciding to break off the contract?'"

Miyata looked away, her hands curling up into fists. "Where…Did…You…-If I lose, I'll forget about this forever, and I'll even tell you a secret about myself, how about it? Miyata-chan?" Nozomi interrupted the obviously off kilter Miyata.

"So how is it? Are we doing it? Too scary?" Nozomi pushed, needing to get the Miyata she saw in the video, not the cold, fierce girl in front of her.

"What will you do with the answer?"

"A lot actually, Miyata." Kiss butted in, Miyata angling her head so her hair covered her eyes.

"We can talk about this later, but I think you should take the chance to compete with Kaminashi. I need to make some things clear to you, and I think we both need some time to think about it, okay?"

Miyata just nodded. Putting her hand out to Nozomi, who took her hand in return. "We're doing this, Kaminashi."

"Gladly, Miyata-chan."

The sounds of the surrounding crowd started to die down. Ujibe Nagisa getting back to her announcements. "Let's start with the explanation. This is the first practical test of the second exam. In order, all of you will perform the 'Penalty Shoot' test."

The crowd's roars started to resurface in honest confusion. "Heh, you may be thinking of soccer, but as this is still a Keijo exam. Of course, you won't be using your heads or legs." Ujibe pointed to the "A" cage of the three box cage areas with a massive circled letter on the ground, multiple bins with lights attached to them surrounding the center of the space.

Hokuto Hitomi walked onto the center of the A. "Evidently, you will use…" a ball was sent into the air from the repurposed volleyball machine, one of the lights attached to a metal bin, loudly clicked on.

As the ball started to quickly fall to the ground, Hokuto launched herself into the air, slammed her left breast into the ball, perfectly arcing the ball into the bin.

The crowd's roars of confusion shifted into surprise. Kiss had to take off his glasses as he couldn't fully believe what he just saw, he looked around the vast room and saw his boss, and the bast-his coworker. Vogel had a flat look on his face, his eyes surveying the area with lethal precision. Slane had a confident smile on his face, it almost appearing like he was going to laugh.

He saw it too! He had to! He saw the ball perfect its course in the air. "Hokuto-san is a Remote Kinetic Meta-type. Who woulda thought?" Kiss muttered to himself, Nozomi giving him a confused look, completely unable to understand what he meant, Miyata quietly pressing her wrists into her rear like a person would slap their cheeks to focus themselves in nervous habit.

"That's right, hit the ball with your chest...or your butt…." Ujibe paused to bring attention to Hokuto, who slammed another perfectly arced ball into an illuminated bin. "At one of the 12 drums whose light is turned on."

The crowd had mixed response, some people finding the whole thing to be absurd, others wondering if there just being put on a game show or worse.

-Cù Deamhan-

Kotone Fujisaki just pondering the whole "test" looking to her right as her Tongue Prince put a hand on her shoulder, the dreamy Slane-sama is trying to help her focus…he was so nice! Cerby was already twitching in hunger, Kotone's rear tightened against her control, fighting for control of her mind. "Cerby, not now. Later. I'll feed you later, Cathal-Kun will gladly satisfy you." Her rear relaxed, happy with her offer. She sighed in annoyance. Having to up hold the legacy as a Keijo thoroughbred was just a bothersome experience to her, she'd rather become a writer exploring the depths of how much love could go between two beautiful and deliciously anally inclined boys, the thought of it could make her drip so much she could make a puddle on the floor, but since last night…it doesn't have a potent effect on her. She was now just longing for more. With a pinch on her rear (which caused a animalistic growl to surface in the crowd, other testers looking towards her direction.) she broke herself out of her thoughts and focus back on the instruction announcements.

-xxxx-

"The time limit is three minutes. You must remain in the circle the entire time. Any shots from outside the circle will not be counted. You can only touch the ball once. Meaning you can't juggle the ball. Of course, if the ball falls to the floor, or if it enters a drum that isn't blinking it won't count either."

When Ujibe finished. The crowd exploded once again talking between themselves about strategies, and the name of the test.

"What the heck about this is a 'penalty shoot'? It's more like an amusement park attraction."

"Actually, it's not that simple to kick with your chest and butt...Hmm? Kick with your chest and butt?" the women in the crowd discussed. Pondering the characters of the name of the test.

The crowd silently went into shock as they noticed the puniness of the name.

"Any questions? If there are none, let's start." The crowd started to disperse.

Kawai Hanabi looked to her agent. " Mr. Vogel, do you know many points we'd need to pass?"

Vogel just huffed. "Kawai, it's not a numbers game."

Hanabi just tilted her head. "What do you mean Mr. Vulture."

Vogel just sighed, muttering to himself. "Tell a girl I have a nickname and they'll use it eventually and endlessly. Well Kawai, see this as not something you haven't already done, physically."

Understanding flickered across Hanabi's + pupil eyes, a smile forming deeply on her face. "I get it now, Mr. Vogel. That. Well don't expect much, I want to surpass it."

Vogel smiled in return. "Good girl. You have all the makings of a legend, you'll reach amazing heights, I just know it."

Naka Sayuri was worried. "Nozomi-chan, what do you think? Is there a trick to this?"

Nozomi just leapt into the air. "Yup, for now I'm thinking it's the coolest to yell something when you hit it, Like, Falcon! "Kiss was able to see the transparent form of a bird following her form. "But let's get real for a moment. Hukuto-sensei did something to the ball when she hit it, she wasn't cheating, but she did something"

Kiss huffed in amusement. "Kaminashi, you're a perceptive girl. More than I think anyone would ever understand you to be." The lingually gifted agent muttered to himself.

"We'll call numbers at random, so please come forward when you're called." Ujibe called out to the crowd.

"Examinee #765 Hashimoto-san Court B, Examinee #405 Kimura-san Court A, Examinee #267 Miyata-san, Court C"

Miyata straightened her face and walked to the court. Kiss walked behind her, causing her to stop. "Miyata, I know this is probably not the time for this, but I'm deeply sorry for screwing up..." to her it's wasn't his fault" …and leading to things ending up this way. I hope you could forgive me." It wasn't his fault, it couldn't be.

"Kiss, It's not your fault." Miyata muttered to herself as walked to the court. "It never was."

"Please enter your designated court, The Exam will now start!"

The three examinees went into their designated courts. Hashimoto and Kimura struggling with getting any decent shots. Kiss just watched every muscle in Miyata's body shift in graceful harmony when she moved, his glasses glinting in pure intensive focus.

-Gear

It was frustrating. I screwed up and it made me simmer with anger. But I couldn't let my self-hatred cloud my focus.

When the balls were around my head height I spun around and braced my ass to hit it like a volleyball. It flew through the air almost perfectly, but too hard as it landed in the barrel, almost bouncing out.

It wasn't enough, the strike, it felt good, I needed more. More. Just more, I want all of this endless frustration to just melt into pleasure.

The force from my ass slamming into the ball (which were very dense rubber and foam, making a nice rewarding sound when I hit, like I was slamming my ass into an overly talkative genki girl's face) caused my new enjoyably larger plug to shift, dragging small breaths out of my throat.

Mixing with the adrenaline from the tension and my frustration, I felt good. Very good, so good I was wondering if maybe my crotch was moist and I couldn't notice at the moment.

As I refocused on my surroundings I could feel the immense heat coming off my ass, it was steaming, maybe even giving off smoke. For some reason, it only felt like a compliment to me. Like it was a symbol of the power I had. A sign of achievement showing I could slam with that kind of speed and power.

As the next few serves came and went as my mind fully honed in on scoring as high as I could. Except something was off. Some of the balls had…different properties to them. Besides the two times I had to swing shot the balls with my chest. (the very force sent vibration through my chest making it hurt like the void, like my breasts were being crushed and ripped off... if my chest was larger it would hurt on such high intensity..)

When I braced myself, and put my energy into my step, changing my speed from zero to sixty kilometers within a second (I always needed to get more oxygen in my system after doing so for some reason) the ball hit my left cheek dead on, but it just absorbed all of the energy I put into it, forming around my glute like rubbery memory foam, bouncing towards the illuminated barrel but I knew it was off course when it bounced off my ass.

I noticed something was off but it had to be a fluke, until the last ball was served and yet again, the form and energy behind it was perfect but it wasn't the way to serve those balls. The timer went to zero and the staff yelled it was over.

As I slowly got up from my eighty-degree angle bend, without a thought, I slapped both my ass cheeks with the heels of my hands, my plug seemingly rewarding me by shifting around more.

When the tests are over for the day, I'm going to end it off by rewarding my ass for all it and its shifting companion for their hard work.

I stood up straight and I put my fingers under the rims of my athletic shorts and adjusted them back in place, they always seem to jumble upward when I braced, sometimes even pushing against my ass' heartfelt companion.

"#267 Miyata-san, 12 Hits" The staff member yelled out, the watching crowd of fellow examinees just in awe as I had scored the highest so far. Wonder if Kiss is…Kiss…damn...

I was impressed at myself…I feel so much calmer now, and I think I now have the answer I'm looking for.

Nothing will get in the way of my decisions.

Nothing will make me doubt what I've chosen in life.

Nothing.

"The rating is 'Good'" Ujibe Nagisa authoritatively told the crowd Miyata's rating.

Kiss just let out a long breath, a smirk growing on his face. He went to turn around and find Nozomi to give her an idea of how to do well, but ended up colliding with her body, she had the same idea he did.

As Kiss got himself up from the ground. Nozomi reached out a hand to assist. "Oh, I'm sorry Kiss. But I need some ideas here. Do I just need to score more than Miyata to win or is there something else to it, because I don't know why but there's this…feeling I have that there's more to this? Since Miyata was giving off this burst of force when she slammed the balls, I can just feel it in my butt." Nozomi explained to Kiss as she helped him up.

"Kaminashi, I'm impressed and somewhat surprised you knew some of that, but you're right. There's more to this than it appears. From some questions, I asked yesterday, the ratings have five different steps, good is the fourth one from the bottom. So, Miyata did very well, but she didn't do the exact thing desired...but she showed she had the...specialty a legendary Keijo player would need to succeed." Kiss explained, Nozomi went to ask more questions only for Miyata to walk by them and firmly grab Kiss' wrist.

"Kiss, I'm alittle tired, and we need to talk. I want my spoils… I think I deserve them, something needs to be replaced quickly before I get frustrated again." The former Judoka declared, Kiss half complying to come along.

"Say-Miyata, shouldn't you wait to watch Kaminashi do her exam, we can talk later. I understand you want to talk alone, but I'm also her agent and I need to be there when she does her exam."

Miyata let go and crossed her arms, looking away from Kiss, her face turning rosy and warm.

Nozomi went after the two. Wanting to question Miyata. "Hey Miyata-chan, you did amazingly, so what did you do? Anything special? How's your chest? Was it okay? You're flat as a board, right? Did it hurt?" Nozomi rapid fired questions hoping if she asked enough different things, atleast one will be answered. She only received a death glare from Miyata, for which Kiss had to wrap an arm around her stomach, which seemed to make her almost instantly relax.

"Kaminashi, give Miyata some time to herself, you need to ready yourself for your test. Got me?"

"Got'cha" Nozomi replied giving a thumbs up to her agent as she walked back to the courts.

-Precision

I get to show everyone how awesome I am! It's so exciting!

Mr. Vogel's watching as well so I can't look bad here, but sadly...when have I ever done poorly on something.

The first few balls were extremely easy, I needed to barely even concentrate to blast my energy into the balls in one exact pinpoint making them fly beautifully into the barrels with my loving ass.

It has so much love to give, and the balls all gladly received it, like the face of a loving boy…

But like those sexy boys, they disappeared in fear after the first time I could get enough release from them.

Maybe I could get them to go to their knees and beg to stuff their faces in it, only getting what they want after I get to taste their own juicy bootys..

My tushy was getting too jovial, too greedy as I could feel it's lover getting antsy with every love filled slam.

My reverie was broken when the latest ball didn't want to accept my love, it wanted me to accept it's and that cannot do. So, with an extra shift in my hips, rotating my whole body into it. I pushed enough energy into to make it beautifully arc into the air…so elegant of a show.

"Crap. I'm getting more turned on by how pretty that was." I couldn't help myself from sharing the pleasure I was getting and giving during this whole test. It did make a good show when everyone is impressed or intimidated by my love.

As I kept going, I couldn't help but start to grow a little bored as my body almost went on auto pilot, I could feel my irises be overwhelmed by love as my ass continued to receive and give.

Some of the other girls that I've never really seen before were in the other cages, except for Fujisaki Kotone, who was soaring in the air, only using her chest the whole time, like she was trying very hard to not let her rear have some love and seemingly listening to music even without her headphones. What a bizarre Ass-girl! makes me wonder what Meta-type she is...

While my attention was away I didn't angle my buns right but I just threw power into each one more then the last as it went on. Sending some so hard they almost dented the chain link barriers of the court.

As the timer buzzed and I had a moment to relax, I was hungry, I was hungry for some prey to crush, to see some overconfident weaklings squirm at the sight pf my butt's true form and those that weren't that bright collapse under my power, it was right for my place as a predator.

I sharply took a deep breath. My ass' hunger was overwhelming; it was too teased from the continuous shadow combat. It needed some physical love…soon, it was rare for it to bring me to that place of my mind. A warm and beautiful place, but a dangerous one.

"Kawai-san, 10 hits" the staff member called out to the crowd. Guess I didn't do as well as I thought.

"Your rating is 'Exceptional'" I could only smile, the crowd soon had a wave of shock among it, making my rear just tingle in pride, its smooth metallic lover sinking deeper into itself.

I walked out of the court and scanned the area finding Mr. Vogel standing by the chain link barriers of the court. His hands were in his pockets, but he had a brilliant smile on his face.

He thought I was awesome! Within seconds I had to focus my entire brain to keep myself from jumping up and down in happiness, but nothing could stop me from having an amazing day.

Absolutely nothing!

"Next to Court A, #268 Kaminashi Nozomi-san."

"Me?" I said out of surprise.

Naka-San was sent to Court B as I stood on the center of the large circled A symbol on the ground.

My butt's internal muscles started to tighten to the point of being hard as stone. Ignoring my body doing things on their own for a moment, I scouted the surroundings of the court.

Kobayakawa-sensei was at what I thought had to be the main computer for the lights. They've obvious done this test many times before as the device had a barrier that prevented me from seeing where her hands were.

I'm just going to have to accept I don't have an easy way out of this. I slapped my hands on my stone hard rear like the way Miyata always did.

My rear relaxed and started to feel a lot lighter, and even limber… maybe I need to do this kind of thing more.

I looked to see if Kiss was waving me luck before the test started, only to see Miyata-chan standing next to him, watching me…. Wow she's actually curious how well I'll do.

I heard the sound of the ball being launched into the air, quickly getting into a ready stance and waited for it to get closer to the ground.

I quickly searched for which of the drums had its light on. Rotating myself as I hopped, readying my swing.

I briefly lost my timing for when the ball would be the proper height, but when the ball past my vision, I felt a twitching inside my left glute and I spun on my left foot slamming my ass into the ball.

The ball was sent flying into the chain-link fence surrounding the court, directly impacting Oshima in the head…

"Kaminashi-San, Miss" the speakers announced emotionlessly.

"Where the shit are, you aiming at!? Did I glow? Is my life that bright?" Oshima outright roared at me in anger.

"…Sorry. "I replied, unable to really give any other response.

I moved from that brief mistake and braced myself again.

This whole thing was a lot more precise then I ever really expected it to be. Miyata-chan was focused right off the bat…. I guess that shows the gap in our skills.

But I'll do this to prove to her I can keep up with her!

The second ball loudly launched into the air.

S-Shit, it's already in the air!

Okay, I need to calm down and focus. "Kaminashi, you idiot! You're over the line!" Oshima yelled.

My rear twitched, the feeling in it directing me towards the ball, only for it to slam into my head. Unceremoniously bouncing on the ground.

"Kaminashi-San, Miss."

Am I just going to fail this and disappoint Miyata-Chan and Kiss?!

This continued to repeat itself for a minute in, my rear just starting to mildly burn and go tingle in selective places like it was screaming at me...

As I aimed the lit barrel, the ball just hit the rim and bounced onto the floor, the sounds of its bounces like announcements of my failure.

"Miyata-chan was rocking this… why can't I hit any?"

I started to stand straight. My ass slowly relaxing like a bottle emptying its pressure. "Are my muscles just fried there? Or… Is my ass ugly? Like I can't hit well because it's misshaped?"

As I thought to myself how I wasn't doing well. My butt was internally sparking like an annoyed cat not given their meal on time.

"That could be it. Back when I helped Dad practice magic. My ass got stabbed tons of times… I bet that made it so incompatible with balls…"

I moved my hand to check the area that got stabbed the most, my rear calming down as I made contact, suddenly tightening to the hardness of metal under the tips of my fingers.

"Huh... maybe this will work… "

I closed my eyes and felt my rear shifting in tightness and muscle priority. I could hear the next ball coming towards, one of the barrels flicking to life.

I went with what my rear was directing me towards and with a resounding slam…

"Kaminashi-san, Goal!"

It was a very weird experience, getting in the moment advice from your ass, but it was something I was just all for at the moment.

With her (it's my ass I'm calling it a she!) assistance, I finally figured out the trick to this test.

"I kept focusing on the drum when I aimed, but that was wrong. You need to focus on the swing."

Because I was aiming the ball incorrectly, the motion in my hips wasn't accurate enough to even get it in properly.

"So to hit the ball in a specific direction. Swing your hips..." my ass alerted me of the ball falling from my right.

With a quick series of motions in seconds. "Straight into the angle you want!" I felt this liquid like energy spiraling around in my glutes, only for it to disappear as the side of my left hip impacted the ball, sending it straight into the lit barrel.

"Kaminashi-San, Goal!"

Yes! Hell yeah! Time to score perfectly from now on.

For the next minute I was scoring goal after goal, it was only getting easier.

My rear was starting to somehow give me an idea of the kinetic force each ball had as it fell in the air.

This latest one was weird, but I'm going to snipe this dead on!

I angled my hips for a perfect shot, but as I impacted the ball, it felt like it was engulfing my ass.

The surprise had me lose balance and as I pressed my foot onto the ground, the ball bounced off into the air.

Bouncing off the ground to right in front of the lit barrel.

"Kaminashi-San, Miss"

"What was that? It didn't have any power…was the ball out of air by coincidence or… was it what my ass was warning me about?..."

My rear gave me another precise code of internal twitches accompanied by sensations of small sparks of energy, signaling me of another ball coming towards me.

I looked around and the lit barrel was to the back left of the court.

I went for a swing into the ball, my rear giving this feeling of weak pressure before impacting. The ball once again engulfing my ass before bouncing off and onto the ground just before the lit barrel.

"Kaminashi-san, miss."

"I-I knew it! It's a different material. My ass has been warning me about that… somehow… I wonder..."

I briefly closed my eyes, letting my ass guide me.

Spiraling myself as I followed the… senses of my ass. My Ass sense... slamming into the ball, and it landing into the barrel.

"Kaminashi-san, miss."

"What!?" I opened my eyes and noticed I aimed at the barrel just below the actually lit one…

"So I should keep my eyes open and listen to my Ass Sense at the same time..."

The ball was a normal one, my rear automatically compensated for the density of it, but to let it do that, I need to focus only on listening to my Ass Sense, which will lead to me having garbage accuracy.

The next ball was in the air and I had to bet on my ass clueing me in on the density of the ball!

Kiss could feel his mouth watering as he could feel the kinetic energy swirling around within Nozomi's skintight athletic shorts covered rear.

He could feel it in his gut, she has awoken to that potential he tasted within her. The power he evolved within her with Passion Lamprey. The rear awareness Vogel has explained to him that all of the Goketsu, the strongest players in the whole sport have to some extent or another. It's an ability that leads to becoming a Keijo Queen, a Prize Queen.

"I made an epic pick. Miyata and Kaminashi will so shape the future of Keijo, I just know it!" The Greenhorn Agent thought to himself in excitement.

He saw Nozomi go into a stance, her posture showing she was putting all of her focus into her rear. Letting her Ass Sense guide her.

Kiss tasted the thin but potent aura coming from her ass.

Miyata leaned her head on his shoulder. "Kiss, she's insane if she's going to decide it completely on her butt's instinct. I know she has good reflexes but that's absurd."

"Miyata, trust her on this...you'll be coworkers for the majority of your career."

Nozomi's rear clenched as the ball made contact with her, sending it flying toward the barrel with a single motion.

"Kaminashi-San, Goal!"

Nozomi grinned. Kiss started smiling himself. "She's finally gotten a grasp on it."

Kiss could see the Energy pressure come from Kaminashi's lower half, spiraling herself and slamming her hips into the ball.

"Kaminashi-San, goal."

"If I can focus that swirling feeling in my rear, I'll be able to score these without any issue." Nozomi thought to herself as her Ass Sense alerted her of another ball falling down.

It was on the other side of the court….

It was a squishy ball; her rear was clenching in preparation as a signal to her.

She started to run for the ball and then broke into a cartwheel, spiraling on her hand to slam her butt into the ball, sending it in the lit barrel.

"Kaminashi-San, goal!"

"I have to be sorta appreciative that I actually spend most of my life practicing gymnasts… maybe if I use this kind of movement when I get to races…"

Another ball shot out to the other end of the court, Nozomi started to run at, breaking into a somersaulting roll that had her barely touch the ground as she kept her center of gravity chest high.

The ball was sent flying into the lit barrel, bouncing off the rim onto the ground.

"Kaminashi-San, miss."

Kiss touched his pendent as he watched intently, a neutral look on his face. "She's going to beat your score. She already scored more hits, but it's all up to this last one."

The last ball was on the other end from the court from Nozomi and the lit barrel was the closest one to her… It was the hardest shot possible.

Nozomi ran as soon as her rear clenched to alert her of her surroundings.

Halfway through her sprint she started another cartwheel, continuing it as her centripetal force built to immense levels.

Her cartwheel continued and then bursted into speed as she went into a somersault.

Her right hand had to bear all of her weight as she spun herself twice before her the ball contacted the midpoint of her cheeks.

"Ass Cannon!" The ball dogged slightly into her rear's bouncy flesh. A large cracking pulse sent the ball flying at extraneous speeds as a large amount of the kinetic energy in her ass transferred in it.

The ball landed straight into the barrel causing it to lift vertically as the ball continued to bounce around in the barrel for atleast thirty seconds.

"Kaminashi-San, goal!"

Kiss smiled in honest approval. "A Player's Ass Sense is her greatest companion. It's going to be strange when Kaminashi won't need me… but it means I'll get to focus entirely on you, Miyata-chan." Kiss teased.

"Stop! That's it!"

Miyata gave an annoyed blushing look to Kiss, having literally no tolerance for his humor in this current moment.

"Come on, Sayaka…. I know this isn't the right place to say this. But, I will return whatever feelings you have."

Miyata just looked away, her composure broken in milliseconds.

Kiss wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her to the front of the crowd to hear Nozomi's score.

"And #268 Kaminashi Nozomi-san. 15 hits and your rating is… 'Exceptional'!" Ujibe announced to the crowd.

The crowd gave out a storm of annoyed grunts and gasping awe.

Miyata looked sullen, leaning into Kiss' shoulder. The subtle motion of her hips grinding into his side causing the agent's face to heat up in anticipation.

Nozomi was cheering and discussing with the members of the crowd, cutting her conversations short when she saw Miyata, walking towards the former Judoka.

Nozomi gave a calm smile. "Looks like I won. You gotta keep your promise. Spill what's this..." She made a waving moment over Miyata and Kiss. "…whole thing's about."

"Kaminashi, we can talk about this later. Miyata would want some time to herself, to de-stress." Kiss told his client, his voice not hiding the inclination of protectiveness.

"Oh, come on! I doubt – "

"Sorry, please, please, let me pass. Sorry." A female employee with long cream brown hair in a white lab coat with glasses and camera equipment hanging from her pockets and sides, politely walked through the crowd.

"Um...Ujibe-san, about #268's results just now… a second, please." The employee whispered into Ujibe's ear.

"268's my number..." Nozomi noticed.

Ujibe nodded. "I see. Let's take a look."

"Huh? What? What's this about my results?" The Kansai girl asked with very obvious worry.

The siren looked to Nozomi. "I apologize. We need to look over your results again."

"Look over?"

Miku walked through the crowd. "What? Did I miss something?"

"It should be faster to look at the video." The employee said.

Miyata and Kiss followed Nozomi as she was guided to follow the instructors.

In a back room, the employee was connecting one of the test footage cameras to a TV. "Please wait a moment. It's rolling"

Nozomi looked in brief surprise as it was high quality footage of her test.

"It was really the very split second... so I thought that just maybe… let's… oh, here! Right here."

The footage stopped on Nozomi doing her Ass Cannon move. A strange energy wave effect emanating from her butt.

"I'm zooming in and moving two seconds." The supposed researcher zoomed in on the image and it showed Nozomi's shoe scraping the surface of the floor outside the court.

"My laces are outside the circle!" Nozomi yelled in shock.

Miyata leaned onto Kiss' shoulder to hide her audible sigh. "Your foot touched the floor first..."

Kobayakawa Miku tried to hide the sweat on her brow. "Oh man… I really missed that."

Ujibe thought silently for a moment. "I see, that hit will not count."

Nozomi's eyes went wide. "What?! "She desperately stares at her Nagisa. "No way... It's just my shoelaces! You can ignore that kinda…"

"Sorry, but I can't. That's final." Ujibe coldly said.

"Don't be like that, see, clothes don't count. It's the insides that count..." Nozomi argued.

"Kaminashi, I think it was more than just your laces that hit the floor." Kiss added, trying to avoid being the center of Nozomi's pleading.

"Huh? Shoe too?" Nozomi moped in defeat.

Ujibe walked out of the room and grabbed the mic, clearing her throat. "In corrections Kaminashi-san's score is 14 hits. Your rating is 'good'."

Nozomi's face briefly lost detail in her shock, falling to her hands and knees in defeat.

"I only had it for two minutes! I had everyone's attention too…" She cried to herself in arguably comedic despair.

Miyata turned away from Nozomi, dragging Kiss with her. "That's a tie, then."

Nozomi refocused herself. "Nooo… But I was the winner for a moment!"

"A moment." The former judoka deadpanned.

Nozomi followed Miyata who was silently dragging Kiss by the arm, out of the gymnasium.

-Shiri Ai-

Nozomi's hair shaded over her face as the group reached the outside. "Huh… And I really... wanted to hear more about you."

Miyata didn't turn around, only gestured for Kiss to stay out of this conversation and wait. "Why? Why stick your nose in? It has nothing with do with you. What reason do you have…?"

Kiss sat on the edge of the roofed walkway connecting the buildings, listening but choosing to abide by Miyata's wishes and stay out of the 'delicate' conversation.

"A reason... That's obvious. It's because…"

Nozomi smiled. "I love you a whole lot."

Miyata's composure melted again into rose tinted cheeks. "Huh?"

"You're the first friend I made on this road to Keijo Queendom. I wanna work hard with you, and get stronger with you. When you're having issues with how you feel. Instead of blitzing the whole thing consulting someone or just talking it through is more helpful."

Miyata's blush grew a few shades deeper. "Did she see me make out with Fyodor this morning?"

"But I can't help you with ways to make your boobs bigger. Miyata-chan, you stopped growing already." Nozomi said with complete innocence.

Miyata fought the urge to facepalm and sighed. "You know, if you wanted to learn about me, you could have just looked me up on the internet. I come up on the first search page for my name."

"What? Really?! Well I guess I didn't need to have this match. From now on I'll remember to look things up…wait, what did you do for it to be on the internet?"

Miyata had started to walk down the path, Kiss sitting against the support beam to her left. "…Not much, I just lost the qualifiers. Everyone's expectations were on becoming the Olympic representative, the expectation was so high, I even got subsidy money… and I let them all down. Everyone's earnest dreams, completely destroyed."

"…Really, what happened?" Nozomi asked, completely drawn into the very different topic.

Miyata leaned against the support beam, her rear almost appearing to disfigure the metal. "Apathy. I lost on purpose. I easily let go… all of their hopes."

Miyata took her favorite seat, a very stress filled sigh rushing out of her mouth as she laid against him. His arms gently wrapping around her stomach. (His hands slowly wandering down her shirt towards her spats.)

Nozomi sat next to Miyata, a concerned look on her face. "Ah…Yeah…well, I did hear about it... Wait... Apathy?"

"…Yeah, I threw away the qualifiers match against everyone's expectations."

"Wh-Why...? Something happened?"

Miyata paused. "...No, nothing. I'm just a terrible woman."

"Miyata-chan..."

"Sayaka, I would never think you're a terrible woman. I promised I'd be there for you, and this might be rude but this sounds exactly like the talk we had a couple of months ago..." Kiss chuckled, his right hand rubbing along her upper thigh, a rosey tint forming on her cheeks.

Nozomi submitted to her awkwardness and looked away from the heart warming coupling.

Miyata fidgeted, Kiss' glasses fogging up. "Anyway, regardless of everyone else, I have to get good results. The selection committee here probably knows about what happened, that I'm contracted to Regalia, and they aren't likely taking it nicely. So I have to be good enough to make them disregard that."

Nozomi was quiet in thought for a moment. "I see, a lot happened." She stood up, a smile growing on her face.

"Alright, I won't ask about that anymore. But let me just say, no matter how terrible of a woman you are, I'm on your side!"

Miyata gave a small smile, only for it to fade into a neutral look as Nozomi leaned towards her pants. "So Miyata-chan, you normally sit on Kiss' lap whenever you have the chance? I never got to ask about what's happening between you two... but I can see…. How you acted in the storage makes sense now! I'm happy for you Miyata-chan!"

Nozomi started to jog away. "Kaminashi-San! Wait, it's not like that!" Miyata yelled in panic, only to sigh as Nozomi was too far away to hear her.

Kiss tightened his hug on Miyata. "We don't have to talk about it, but I'm fine with what we have. I'm one of the youngest people to be an agent. So this is probably a very dumb thing, well… it's hard to say, but I just feel amazing when I'm here to be a supportive force for you…" Kiss was cut short as he felt Miyata's spats covered sculpted rear grind into his crotch, the corners of her lips curving upward as she felt his bulge rub up along her butt's curve, stopping as it pressed over the outline of her plug.

"Fyodor-kun, I know it's not a good thing, but I'm happy you care about a selfish person like me. It's sorta embarrassing to say this, but… could we be more then just what we are, outside of when I'm competing?" She said with a thick blush on her face, laying on Kiss' right shoulder to avoid eye contact. Her rear pressing against his bulge with increasing force, for only their clothes preventing a intimate scene from occurring.

"Sayaka, I'm happy to do that. I'm always happy to make you smile." Kiss beamed, grinding back in response to his now official lover's own.

Miyata slowly moved from her lust filled pelvis lock and rotated herself, wrapping her arms around her partner's neck. His hands moving to exactly where she wanted them. "Sayaka, if you wanna replace the plug for a short while, we'll need to be quick..."

"Kiss, I was trying to push that to later today… You make things so difficult at times…" Miyata groaned as her legs and arms tightened around Kiss' sitting form, her head laying against his neck, her spats and panties sliding against her skin down to her thighs, unbuckling Fyodor's pants as his warmth rubbed against her muscular rear's flesh, an unbridled moan coming out of her throat as her Regalia sigiled plug was lovingly shifted out.

The sociopathic summoner Prince could only smile as they went into a quick passionate interlock."I love you too, Sayaka."

-To Be Continued

AN: This was a pace changer of a chapter. It defined the relationships of our main trio and showed that maybe Kiss has something else to him besides being a supportive buttlover that's good at his job. Kiss and Miyata's relationship was an accident, a very happy accident. I didn't plan for it, but it just naturally happened and these two are just insatiable and cute together. Besides the relationship things there is more hints and mentions of what actually makes prodigy Keijo Players special and powerful. All will be told in due time I suppose. If you fine ladies and polite gentlemen want to send a review with your ideas. Send them my way, we'll have a fun chat!