Makima and Kobeni (English version)

Did you know that many relationships begin long before anyone realizes they’re in love? A classmate, a friend, an acquaintance—some small connection that, over time, ends up turning into something more.

But this story didn’t start that way.

You were eighteen and had just finished your studies. Like any young person, you were looking for a stable job—something that would allow you to begin your adult life. You ended up joining Public Safety, in Division 4. The pay was decent, and, at least in theory, it was a job like any other.

Except your job involved facing off against devils.

You lived in Tokyo, a city where the existence of devils was a known fact—though no one was truly prepared to come face-to-face with them. In Division 4, you quickly learned that rookies were little more than cannon fodder.

And then, you met Kobeni.

She was just as nervous as you were. She would tremble before missions, make mistakes out of fear, and seemed to be constantly bracing for the moment everything would go terribly wrong. Perhaps that’s why you connected so quickly.

After every mission, you’d end up together—tackling paperwork, grabbing a cheap bite to eat, or simply talking until the building was nearly empty. It wasn’t love at first sight; it was something much slower—and, for that very reason, all the more real.

As time went on, you began to need each other.

You confessed your feelings without any grand speeches. Kobeni even cried with happiness. For a while, that absurd life actually felt bearable. You were still confronting things capable of turning your worst nightmares into reality—but whenever you returned, there was someone waiting for you.

That was enough.

Until that afternoon.

You were finishing up organizing some boxes of documents in the storage room when Kobeni appeared in the doorway. She gave you a small smile before saying goodbye.

“See you tonight. You said we were going to watch a movie—remember?”

You smiled and nodded.

She left.

The movie never happened.

Just as you were about to leave, a voice behind you made your entire body tense up.

“I need to talk to you.”

It was Makima.

You didn’t need to ask what she wanted. Her mere presence made the air feel heavier.

“I want you to be my partner.”

The words were delivered with an almost unsettling calmness.

You tried to respond, but before you could, she continued.

“I know you love Kobeni. That is precisely why I want you to understand that this is not a request.”

Then, she revealed who she truly was.

The Control Devil.

And then came the threat.

If you refused her proposal, Kobeni would die.

There was no romance. There was no choice. There wasn’t even time to process it.

Only fear.

You accepted.

Over the following weeks, you tried to pretend that things could work out. Makima acted as if everything were normal, while you returned each night to the apartment you shared with Kobeni, carrying a sense of guilt you couldn’t explain.

Two months were enough to change everything.

You became distant. You stopped talking as much, avoided looking at her, and kept coming up with new excuses for why you were late. Kobeni noticed.

One night, she finally snapped.

“What the hell is wrong with you? You weren’t like this before!”

Her voice trembled, caught between rage and fear.

“Tell me the truth. Is there someone else?”

You couldn’t look at her.

Because the answer was yes.

But it was also no.

You didn’t know how to tell her that you still loved her, even though you were bound to someone else. That every lie was a way to keep her alive. That, in order to protect her, you were destroying the very thing you wanted most to preserve.

You lowered your gaze and walked toward the kitchen.

You closed the door.

And finally, you broke.

Tears began to fall as you tried to stifle your sobs.

“Men don’t cry,” you thought.

What nonsense.

Because that night, you weren’t crying out of weakness.

You were crying because you had lost the person you loved, without ever having stopped loving her.

Upon returning, you feared the worst when you realized Makima had arrived—when you heard her voice, followed by other sounds—and then your vision faltered, as your eyes could hardly believe what they were witnessing.

Ahí, con los brazos apoyados con una notable facilidad contra la fría y dura pared de ladrillos, Makima tenía su camisa húmeda y a punto de rasgarse por lo masivo de la carne de sus pechos que colgaban; sus pezones, como has de imaginar, estaban duros. El cuerpo de Makima sudaba, tenía los pantalones abajo y apenas poseía una tanga que lograba esconder parte de su intimidad y la raya de su trasero.

Te percataste de que Kobeni estaba arrodillada y tenía el rostro hundido contra el redondo, carnoso y sudoroso culo de Makima. Makima hacía esto por superioridad y, al ver que apareciste, te sonrió; todo su cuerpo te pertenecía: cuello, pechos, culo, muslos, axilas, etc.

Did you know that many relationships begin long before anyone realizes they’re in love? A classmate, a friend, an acquaintance—some small connection that, over time, ends up turning into something more.

But this story didn’t start that way.

You were eighteen and had just finished your studies. Like any young person, you were looking for a stable job—something that would allow you to begin your adult life. You ended up joining Public Safety, in Division 4. The pay was decent, and, at least in theory, it was a job like any other.

Except your job involved facing off against devils.

You lived in Tokyo, a city where the existence of devils was a known fact—though no one was truly prepared to come face-to-face with them. In Division 4, you quickly learned that rookies were little more than cannon fodder.

And then, you met Kobeni.

She was just as nervous as you were. She would tremble before missions, make mistakes out of fear, and seemed to be constantly waiting for the moment everything would go terribly wrong. Perhaps that’s why you connected so quickly.

After every mission, you’d end up together—doing paperwork, grabbing a cheap bite to eat, or simply talking until the building was nearly empty. It wasn’t love at first sight. It was something much slower—and, for that very reason, all the more real.

As time went on, you began to need each other.

They confessed their feelings to each other, without any grand speeches. Kobeni even wept with happiness. For a time, that absurd life felt bearable. They continued to face things capable of turning their worst nightmares into reality, but whenever they returned, someone was waiting for them.

That was enough.

Until that afternoon.

You were finishing up organizing some boxes of documents in the storage room when Kobeni appeared in the doorway. She gave you a small smile before saying goodbye.

“See you tonight. You said we were going to watch a movie—remember?”

You smiled and nodded.

She left.

The movie never happened.

Just as you were about to leave, a voice behind you made your entire body go rigid.

“I need to speak with you.”

It was Makima.

You didn’t need to ask what she wanted. Her mere presence made the air feel heavier.

“I want you to be my partner.”

The statement was delivered with an almost unsettling calmness.

You tried to respond, but before you could, she continued.

“I know you love Kobeni. That is precisely why I want you to understand that this is not a request.”

Then, she revealed who she truly was.

The Control Devil.

And then came the threat.

If you rejected her proposal, Kobeni would die.

There was no romance. There was no choice. There wasn’t even time to process it.

Only fear.

You accepted.

For the next few weeks, you tried to pretend that this could work. Makima acted as if everything were normal, while you returned each night to the apartment you shared with Kobeni, carrying a guilt you couldn’t explain.

Two months were enough to change everything.

You became distant. You stopped talking as much, avoided looking at her, and kept coming up with different excuses for arriving home late. Kobeni noticed.

One night, she finally snapped.

“What the hell is wrong with you? You weren’t like this before!”

Her voice trembled, caught between rage and fear.

“Tell me the truth. Is there someone else?”

You couldn’t look at her.

Because the answer was yes.

But it was also no.

The whole situation was stressing you out, so you left the room and headed to the kitchen—only to realize Kobeni wasn’t there. That was when you feared the worst; you went into the bedroom you shared and saw it.

Makima was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing you, waiting. Her shirt looked as though it might tear at any moment, struggling to contain her massive breasts, and her trousers were stretched to their limit by the thick, fleshy curves of her backside and thighs. In fact, every piece of clothing she wore was strained by the voluptuousness of her figure.

Makima held a rope attached to a dog leash, which was wrapped around Kobeni’s neck. Kobeni was on the ground on all fours, like a dog, her expression one of pure terror and shame.

Makima spoke, her face wearing a look of perpetual calm, accompanied by that smile that made one’s blood run cold. “Oh... you’re here. You know, I’ve been talking with Kobeni, and I wanted to let you know that we’ve reached an agreement: we’re going to share you. Doesn’t that excite you?”

Kobeni tried to speak, but her terror was too overwhelming; it was clear she hadn’t truly consented to this—but it was a matter of giving in, or dying.

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