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The fight between Miki and Takumi had far reaching consequences for both of them. The teachers were not willing to believe that Takumi simply flipped out and beat him up out of nowhere, as Takumi was known mainly as the sleepy faced guy. They questioned other members and learned that Miki was pressuring his girlfriend into sexual congression. Thanks to that Miki was expelled and reported to police as a sex-offender.

For Takumi, apart from getting suspended for fighting with seniors, things were pretty chill. Then his father took him to an creature expert, and the verdict was that Takumi needed an outlet for his power, as his incubo power had matured. Personally Takumi didn't set much faith on the diagnosis. he punched that guy because he was an asshole. Sex should be mutually consented and not forced. And no, there's no hypocrisy involved. An Incubus seduces other, not force them. Especially a light Incubus like him. And moreover, Takumi's mother was a Fay, and a Seelie one at that. Pardon him for finding the act of arm-twisting your girlfriend for sex abhorrent.

Still, Takumi didn't voice his objections. His father seemed oddly pleased about the verdict. The next day he took him to a large garage in the Takasaki City. He talked with a guy at the garage while Takumi stood behind and looked around. from what he could see, the garage was divided in two sides, one for imported cars and the second for indigenous car. After talking sometime, his father got a card and took him to a bar at the edge of commercial area.

The front was a bar come restaurant. Bunta showed the card obtained from the garage guy to one of the guards and he was directed to an entrance behind a floor to ceiling painting. Takumi was amazed. After going through the short passage, they came to another bar, but Takumi could see that it was not an ordinary one.

It had huge space, there was a large stage and two smaller ones, one at the side of a full bar. There was a booth with a complicated music system and mikes for announcement. "What are you upto now you shitty old man?" Takumi thought.

They ended up in a posh little office. Before any of them could say anything, the man sitting behind the table exclaimed, "Bunta, is that you? What are you doing here?"

Takumi's father squinted at the man for a moment, then recognised him. "It's you, Jojiro. You are the owner?"

"Indeed I am. So, back to my first question." he prompted.

"I am here thanks to my son." Bunta huffed, pointing at Takumi. "Or rather the diagnosis he was given after getting into a brawl with his seniors." He took out the document and passed it to Jujiro.

The Jojiro guy skimmed through it, smirked, then gave it back. "I suppose you want him to work here?"

"Yes. He doesn't have my inhibition and he at least needs to be able to use his allure. Keeping his powers ratcheted down now that his powers have matured could prove detrimental." was the blunt reply.

"Hmm. That is something we must avoid." Jojiro observed Takumi's confusion for a moment. "However Bunta, it seems you didn't give your son a head's up before bringing him here. He looks absolutely lost."

"He is slow and I am not very knowledgeable about how this establishment works. Moreover I didn't knew it was yours when I came in. So I was not sure if it would be safe for my son to work here."

"But now you are?"

"Obviously. You always have a strict work ethics, Jojiro. You won't harm your employees, nor allow anyone else to harm them."

"Your son would need training before becoming a full fledged employee here." Jojiro warned.

"That's fine. He is suspended from school for 63 days and then it would be summer vacation. Also can we say that he is working at the garage to his human associates? They might fuss if they learn the fact." Bunta requested.

"Sure, in breaks between training, he can go there and learn some basic stuff. There is a short cut from here to the garage." Was the generous agreement.

"Great. I will leave him in your care, Jojiro. When you are done, just show him the road to train station. I need to get back to my shop".

"Sure thing Bunta. But I am going to drop him off myself in the afternoon. There are some forms that would need your signature, given he is still a minor."

"Great, see you later then."

After Bunta left, Jojiro smiled at Takumi. "What's your name kid?"
"It's Takumi."

"You are a very well mannered kid, Takumi. Other people of your age would have kicked up a big fuss over other people deciding for them."

Well, I don't know much about what's going on here, so I am trying to not make a fool of myself.

"Hmm. So let me make it clear for you. The front of the business is a bar and restaurant. This exclusive place is a night/stripper club. This was built on the request of some of the most influential old and new money people and catered to their specific inclination".

"Specific inclination?" Takumi was puzzled.

"Young men in late teens and early twenties. The dancers here are all in that age zone. Also the patrons can request services from the dancers in the box room and the curtain room. In the box, there are some restrictions, but in the curtain room all bets are off. Moreover while dancing on the stages in the main floor, customers will touch you and grope you, and you can't push them away. Knowing that, are you still willing to work here?" Jojiro probed.

"Sure," Takumi said, "seeing that dad show you the diagnosis, you must know what me and my father are. I don't have inhibition about those things. As long it's safe and sane, I will consent to it".

"Well, that I can guarantee. All the customer are vetoed. Well let's go, we need to take your measurements for your attire and mask".

"Mask? For what? and how do you vetoed the customers?" Takumi was curious.

"To maintain anonymity, of course. So neither side knew who the other person is. As I said, this club catered to exclusive clientele who are loaded. They don't like to be called out on open turfs, so both side anonymity is the best policy to avoid awkwardness." Jojiro replied breezily. "As for how the ones are vetoed? The guy at the garage working as a facilitator is my mate and a psychic. You can get past him by pretending".

"Are all clients here human?"

"No way. About half or so are creatures. But even if they came across you in a public place, it's not like they can call you out without revealing themselves and vice-versa. It's a win win situation. We have specific rune circles to ensure that things like compatibility marks or bond indications don't happen here, no worries".

"All right". Takumi acquiesced.

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Takumi’s training began a week later. He was given a tour of the club, the general area and the VIP area, slightly elevated with a side stage, and its separate bar. The passages that lead to the box rooms and the curtain rooms are both accessible only through the VIP area. It turned out that he needed to wear his stage costume for training as well. They consisted of a skimpy crop top, split-side booty shorts with special garter belts and his custom-made mask that covered his face and hair completely.

It took Takumi around 45 days to become a performing level. He understood from his trainers that the patrons of the club were not looking for high acrobatics but sensuality in the performances. At first, Takumi felt shy, but he managed to shake it off. Apart from the owners, nobody knew who he was. He was given the stage name ‘Aito’ by Kurosaki san, the psychic come co-owner.

The club’s anonymity policy suited Takumi down to the ground. He liked the privacy his elaborate mask provided him. Takumi had assumed that most of the clientele would consist of middle-aged perverted geezers. However, once he started working properly, he found that about two-thirds of the customers were in their 20s and early 30s. likely children/heirs of new money and old.

There were plenty of patrons, but only five dancers, two bartenders and two waiters along with a floor mama at the club. The only kind of stuff that abounded was security personnel. While there were gropings, it was almost always accompanied by hefty tips placed on the garter belt, so Takumi learned to suck it up. His allure was a great success as at the end of his performances, he almost always had the greatest amount of tips.

Takumi was advised to open an account in the bank by Kurosaki and he did. During his training days, he had learned that Jojiro knew both his parents and Kurosaki knew his mother. The psychic had called him nephew when it was just the three of them. The couple’s treatment of Takumi was definitely preferential, but thankfully the other dancers were unaware of it. Unlike them, Takumi paid no contract fees, and get to keep his whole earnings.

Takumi was also kept away from box room and curtain room performances. When asked the reason given was his underage to others. Privately, he was told he would only do that to the right people by Kurosaki, though Takumi had absolutely no clue what the psychic meant by that.

Even without special performances, in his first month performing, Takumi managed to make ten times the money he would have made working at the Gas Station. Takumi gave 50 thousand to his father, kept 20 thousand for himself and put the rest into his new account.

Takumi didn’t tell anybody about working at the night/stripper club, and simply reiterated the agreed ruse of working at the garage. During the daytime he would work at the garage, head over the club in the evening. He performed the early shift, seeing he was a minor and then went home.

Things went like that till the new year eve, when he was informed that Kurosaki had approved of a request for his service in the next day. Takumi was floored. He was told that he would not have to participate in the usual activity next day, but need to report in early in order to be prepped for it.

Accordingly, Takumi went there at lunch time, had a specially prepared meal with his ‘uncles’, then put on his mask. After that, mama-chan gave him a rectal douching. It felt weird, but there was no helping it. He was shown some clippings to mentally prepare himself and given some lube to do so physically. Takumi did what he could based on one of the clippings he saw, plus the verbal instructions, though he was unsure if that was adequate.

Soon enough, he was directed towards the largest and the most luxurious curtain room. There were three people inside the room when Takumi stepped in, two brunette and a blond. They were wearing the mask issued by the club. Takumi could sense that all of them were creatures. The blond was a fire fox/ flame wielding Kitsune. One of the brunettes was also a fire kitsune. Both were Zenko kitsune, Takumi noticed.

The third person was the odd one out, as he was a siren. That one visibly tensed up as Takumi entered the room. Noticing that, Takumi decided to play by the ear to figure out the best way to proceed. Still, it’s better to follow what expected of him. So he bowed, “I am Aito. You requested my service, good sirs?”

"We sure did," the blond replied. "Let’s not beat about the bush. Your clients are me and my aniki. The siren guy is simply hear to ensure that you don’t go overboard with your thrall."

"Thank you for the clarification." Takumi nodded to show his acquiescence. "Please instruct me."

"You are willing to go through with it?" The elder fox brother asked.

"You don’t know me. So taking precaution is understandable. But just for the record, it is unnecessary. I am a light incubus who thrived on consensual sex and the energy generated in lust filled atmosphere. The only time I would use thrall if my partner asked for it."

"Good to know that, now come and sit with us." The blond instructed, patting the empty spot on the middle of the large sofa he and his brother were occupying. The siren retreated to a corner of the room and sat down with his back to them on a settee. Takumi gingerly took his place.

Before Takumi could do or say anything else, he felt the two brothers’ hands caressing his inner thighs. The blond grab hold of his hair with his other hand, pulling him for a vicious and demanding kiss. It smothered the air out of Takumi’s lungs.

While Takumi was dizzy from the kiss, the elder kitsune suggested getting the crop top off him. While he set to do so, the blond went and did the same for Takumi’s booty short and the shoes, rendering Takumi in his birthday suit.

Although Takumi had become accustomed to groping, it was his first time in this kind of situation and he had never been naked in front of other people. He blushed so furiously, that even with his face half-covered it was noticeable.

The elder brother sighed. “Otouto, what’s the rush?”

"Huh!" The blond was nonplussed.

"Don’t rush him." The elder one instructed. "Keep in mind what the owner said. This is his first time."

"I thought they were going to prep him for it. Was the sulky reply.

"It is evident that they had indeed done so. But please don’t rush. I don’t want to be banned from the premises. The owner made it clear that he is special and we were allowed this honour for being who we are."

"Whatever, I want a taste of his ass, Aniki. I am not here to chitchat."

Takumi wondered if the Blond was going to penetrate him from the get go.

The elder one shook his head wearily, looked at Takumi apologistically and drew Takumi in a slow and sensual kiss that made his toes curl while positioning him on hands and knees. Takumi was hot with anticipation.

Then he felt the Blond’s breath near his ass. Takumi froze, subdermally realizing what the Blond meant by wanting a taste. The Blond impatiently spread him. The elder made Takumi put his head on his shoulder to steady him. The blond grunted appreciatively and rubbed the exposed hole with two fingers, pink and tense yet eager, albeit nervously.

"Don’t worry, I will make it good." the Blond coaxed.

In the next moment, Takumi felt the wet touch of a tongue on that sensitive place, making him squirm. The Blond began lapping at it urgently. Like all his actions, it was intense.
Takumi was overwhelmed by how hungry the Blond’s action was. Without realizing it, his hips were moving–pushing his hole against that probing tongue that refused to go fully in, driving him crazy. The elder had reached down with a hand, stroking Takumi's cock torturously slow and with just two fingers as he continued watching, his breathing loud. "Fuck that's hot, give it to him. He's loving it."

The Blond grunted and almost painfully spread him wider, and Takumi gave a high-pitched moan this time as he felt that tongue push inside him as deep as it could go, but without withdrawing much this time–fucking his hole in wet and rapid thrusts, making him lose his mind.

The tongue and mouth working on his hole and stretching it wide was relentless, excited–Takumi had no idea anyone could be so eager to eat ass, his own to be specific. Grasping the front of the elder one’s shirt, he was no longer aware of how loud he was being, the fingers on his cock moving faster in tandem with the Blond's movements.

"You gonna come?" the elder one was breathing hotly against his temple, hand working on his cock expertly. "Is your ass feeling good?"

Despite himself, Takumi nodded urgently against the chest cradling his cheek, sobbing as he felt it coming. It felt good, so good! He didn't even know it could be so amazing, to have someone work on his ass like this, with their filthy mouth and wet tongue. He was so close, so– the Blond pulled back all of a sudden and with a long and lewd lick at his hole, panting at the rigorous way he'd been giving it to Takumi who whimpered as his body jutted out by the hip backwards, seeking for the sensation that it lost so abruptly.

"It must be both ways, give and take. It’s your turn to pleasure us." The Blond stated.

"I will contain myself with oral. You do what you want." The elder Kitsune stated.

There was a short lull, filled with the sounds of zippers being pulled down, fabric crinkling and condom packet being torn open. Then the head of a cock was traced across the seam of Takumi's lips. It was followed by the sound of uncapping of the lube, but whatever words he was yet to actually say aloud got lost with the elder Kitsune shoving his cock between his lips, at the same time the Blond positioned behind him after drizzling his hole with wetness and spreading it.

With a grip on his hips, Takumi's eyes widened when he realized the Blond wasn't wasting his time on thorough preparation, cock already pushing in, and soon his lids fluttered when he felt the head of the elder's dick bumping against his throat as well, making him gag violently for a moment.

Takumi realized that the two brothers were in throes of lust, so he quickly adjusted himself. It would have been painful for a human but he thrived on the heightened lust. They picked up the pace simultaneously, and came soon after, filling him up from both end as the heat from the Blond’s body had eroded the condom. Takumi was pleased.

"What happened?" The elder one asked, once they had calm down.

"Reverse thore. When having sex with an incubus without the thrall, due to the sex scent an incubus emanates, it’s possible for the other to get in a haze of lust. It doesn’t last, but the effect is wild." Takumi clarified.

"No way to win, huh." The Blond quipped. His aniki smiled. Once they straightened their appearences, he gave Takumi a thick envelop with a ‘see you around’ and left with his brother and friend in toe, the latter not even looking at Takumi, thankfully.

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It had been nearly 10 months since Takumi started working at the club as a full employee and over an year since the incident at the soccer club, and another summer had arrived. Takumi’s last summer as a high school student. Despite working at the club, Takumi still had to do the morning deliveries. Thanks to energy gained from the lust filled environment of the club, Takumi managed to scrape through, but he was really looking forward to the vacation.

School was especially boring even with his improved grades, having to listen to those monotonous lectures and his best friend Itsuki’s rambling about one car or another. He couldn’t really fault his friend though. His father was also crazy about cars. It’s simply that Takumi just can’t get into the car craze like his father, friend’s or even his self appointed uncles. By spending time at the garage he had realized that their old delivery car (uncle Kurosaki had called it a Toyota Sprinter Trueno AE86) was highly tuned. No wonder they live so frugally, despite having contacts with so many hotels and restaurants along with the shop.

Still, Takumi could roll with it. It’s thanks to that inbuilt frugality that Takumi had rather an astronomical bank balance and pocket balance after working merely ten months at the club with only one prime customer, the blond flame-fox. After the first time, that guy had returned every month, and was extremely generous every time. Takumi was a little sad that the other flame-fox didn’t return.

But thanks to the pocket balance he kept aside and never spend, as his ‘uncles’ covered his food and daily travel expenses, he had over 200,000 at home and over 11 million yen at his bank. He could easily afford any car that his friend raved about, but he was not gonna reveal that. His friend had decided that an 86 would be the most affordable one. Takumi smiled to himself and asked, “is it a Trueno or Levin? And what’s the price?”

Itsuki was even more exuberant as they were not working at the same place, they only hang around during recess at school.

"It’s a Levin. It’s marked for 300,000. It hasn’t passed inspection though." Itsuki was loud as always.

"And how much have you saved up?" knowing Itsuki's impulsiveness, not much to be sure.

"About 50,000." Itsuki looked down for a moment, then perked up. "Say Takumi why don’t we buy it together?" Itsuki looked pleased with his idea.

“No thanks. We already have a Trueno at home.” Takumi had no desire to buy his own car so early, he had realized that maintaining a car was hard work. If there was any need, he could easily borrow his father’s car. And he had no desire to waste his hard-earned money on Itsuki’s car fixation. Before his friend can retort or exclaim, distraction arrived in form of Natsuki Mogi.

Her appearance thankfully distracted Itsuki, but her latent intention worried Takumi. He could sense that she was a woman, not the innocent girl she strived to appear. Moreover, he could sense that she had been with a man within the span of the week, so that relationship must be on. Was she in a same position as his? Sex with no string attached. He was very fond of the Blond though.

But why was she approaching him after all these time. He had no wish to get entangled with someone like her.
He was determined to nip her plan in the bud. Takumi found himself a secluded spot after the class and called Kurosaki. He was already aware and told him to wait for him at a certain place alone after school. Takumi did and noticed Natsuki getting in the Benz. Kurosaki turned up in a Porsche and Takumi made a show of getting into it, ensuring that she saw him. She did and was rather upset about it.
Kurosaki dropped him off at his home. He was glad that Takumi had chosen to distance himself from that young lady. She was nothing but trouble that’s hardly worth it. She probably had some nymph blood, capable of charming people, but she had no blessing. Therefore, he had enlightened Takumi that she was in an Enkou with the owner of the Benz and best kept at arm’s length.

Takumi invited him in their house and Kurosaki accepted, he wanted to meet Bunta. They talked while Takumi made tea. After some small talk, Kurosaki took his leave, telling Takumi not to turn down Itsuki’s plan for the evening. Right on queue, Itsuki called and asked Takumi to hang around with the Akina Speed Star team on top of Mount Akina. Reluctantly, Takumi agreed. Kurosaki also told him not to take the Trueno, which Takumi grudgingly accepted.