Maohden Vol. 2 by Hideyuki Kikuchi Read Free Book Online Page A

couldn’t help smiling as her tongue worked him to climax. The warm bodily fluids splashed against the back of her throat. The kid pulled back and unleashed a second volley onto Azusa’s face.
    “Nice shot,” said his father, as if his son had just hit a home run in Little League. He got to his feet, putting his member on full display. “Nice piece of work, this is.”
    “That it is,” Azusa agreed. Her face glistened with the kid’s cum.
    The father charged in. She surrendered at once to the torrid intrusion, deliriously wrapping her legs around his waist. At the same time soft flesh covered her face like a down pillow.
    “It’s my turn too,” said the cougar of a mother, licking her chops in anticipation.

Chapter 5
    The Coliseum Death Matches had reached the climax. After the midget and the old geezer faced off against each other—the former shooting a stream of spit that could melt rock, the latter with hundreds of doppelgangers at his control—the announcer said breathlessly, “Sixteen, Siegfried and Seventeen, Kunishige Yamada!”
    Beneath the useless gaze of three thousand unseeing spectators, the giant of a man confronted an ordinary salaryman in a suit.
    “Well, shall we get down to business?” Yamada said, adjusting his necktie. “What are you going to do with that stuffed doll? Hardly a vehicle for demonstrating your true talents.”
    “Much appreciated,” Siegfried said in Gento’s voice. “This is not a martial art in which I have much confidence.”
    “All the more impressive. But what a shame to die in a place like this.”
    “I don’t count on it. You have something I want.”
    “What would that be?”
    “You. More precisely, you from the neck up.”
    “You want to stare at my face all day? Or perch it atop Siegfried’s shoulders. To what end?”
    “To the end of being reborn to a new life. In order to accomplish my own goals.”
    The expression on Yamada’s face shifted. “Before any of that happens, you should look to your own welfare.”
    With those words, his right leg swept up and out. The power of the impact sent Siegfried and his five hundred pounds flying into the air. He landed with a heavy thud twenty feet away and tumbled to the ground.
    Gento hadn’t expected the surprise attack, or the sheer strength behind it. He stood back up, shaking his head, and struck a fighting pose. But a roundhouse kick came from above and behind to the back of his head, laying him flat again, kissing the earth.
    Clambering up in a daze, an elbow dug into the nape of his neck, Siegfried groaned in Gento’s voice.
    This ordinary-looking businessman possessed extraordinary karate skills whose destructive powers would require any other martial artist to don a military exoskeleton to match. Yamada’s right foot dug like a spear point into Siegfried’s side, eliciting a tortured moan.
    “What’s the matter, boy? Don’t you at least want to grab a breath of fresh air and die on your feet?”
    “The feeling’s mutual.”
    He staggered to his feet. The next kick came straight at his ruptured flanks. The leg sank into the giant’s body down to his knee.
    Such was his subsequent surprise that Yamada momentarily forgot to extract his foot. He leapt backwards. The young man the kick had intended to kill wasn’t there. That foot met empty space and tore through the giant’s back.
    Siegfried himself was nothing more than a shell, a marionette dancing at the end of strings pulled elsewhere. With a start of panic, Yamada craned his neck skyward.
    “A necrodancer, who makes a dead man walk. Are you Setsura Aki?”
    “Sorry, but no.” The dark voice drifted like a black tendril of smoke from the gate out of which Siegfried had emerged. “My name is Gento Roran. And to be honest, until yesterday, I was not capable of such feats either.”
    A shadow moved beneath the small light illuminating the gate, the young man who’d entered the locker room earlier. Yamada was about to rush him when he felt