Not Much of a Bastard 1 (Patreon)

Not Much of a Bastard - or ‘I may be Fat and attractive to Skanks, but an Ugly Bastard I shan’t be!' (Ugly Bastard Subversion XOver)

Working is a condition. Working is a freedom of will.

This mantra was not one I took from anyone in particular, but rather a phrase of endurance I adopted as I became more embroiled in the concept of pragmatic jobs. I was, after all, an entity in risk of getting jailed for no good reasons.

But first, my introduction is much needed.

My name is Kagehisa Hayato and… by society's standards, I am an Ugly Bastard. Now, that may sound a bit far-fetched since I merely looked like a big-boned guy with not much of an ‘ugly element’ beyond my weight…

But I tended to fuck a lot. Just… not the kind of way other ‘bastards’ would.

Grandfather is a rich ‘Ugly Bastard’ with a small harem of lovely ladies that he had married ages ago and that still had the magic and strength to give him a happy life in his little island near Hawaii.

Father was… a disowned Bastard. I don’t know for sure why he got kicked out of the family, but it had to do something with how my mother and I were treated by the guy- at the first sight of responsibility, he went on to ditch us to bone ‘free girls’.

In grandfather’s words, ‘we are bastards, but to ditch your hot and horny woman and good son for some easy bitches is evil and stupid’. You either claim responsibility or you can say goodbye to your ticket to money. And since father depended on that, it hit his wallet hard.

Unlike him, I was not an idiot or a monster.

I didn’t need grandfather’s money and I had my own share of quarrels with the old man for being a ‘softie’. I was expected to conquer around and be a motherfucker… and a daughterfucker even.

I just settled on something rather simple: if she is single and doesn’t seek to get bred to make a family, then it’s fine.

Sex is nice, but it should be treated as a toy for someone with my libido, not a pursuit into risky businesses. Which is why I have developed a healthy reason to distance myself from NTR cases.

‘Fun’ as these may sounds, the fact that a rich businessman may end up putting you in a full-on yaoi jail cell was enough to make the effort suicidal. So… Why is the world so horny? Magic. And the fact that sex is good.

Today… reminded me of why I have to keep an eye out for any dangerous ‘conquests’.

A knock on the door had me stop my work. I was finishing to program some lines for a new software program for the company I worked at and… this distraction was unneeded.

It was morning, and I literally picked this early hour to avoid any of those unwanted developments. Turns out that it was not working for me as I walked up to the door and spied through the peephole.

Smiling girl that had the scent of privilege, rich parents, and a sweating pussy.

I opened the door partially and… frowned at the sight of the blonde lifting a leg up with her slutty cheerleader outfit.

“Haya-kun, I bet none of your bitches can do this. I am a flexible slut~!” Oshima Iori, heiress to the Oshima Construction Company, greeted chirpily. Her mother was a member of the national diet, she was also Council President at her private school and betrothed with a fellow rich kid.

This was the case of a dangerous ‘target’.

I closed the door on her right as I caught up with what she was planning to do, which resulted in her banging her fists against the cold surface of my flat’s front door.

“Come on! Daddy wouldn’t mind!”

He definitely would as it was our implicit agreement between her father and I to contact him in case she approached me for sexual stuff. Which I went to do now as I didn’t want to get legally screwed.

“I promise I will worship your cock and only your cock!”

Which was bad considering she wanted to ‘settle’ with my cock and not with me. A slut this dangerous was not worthy of the fuck. It may be fun, but the risks overwhelmed any amusement by a large margin coming out of this.

“I left that limp-dicked future husband of mine.”

Her ‘boyfriend’ through arranged marriage was quite laid back and yet quite the wimp, but the guy was not a bad guy. In fact, he was keen to be quite romantic around Iori. It’s tragic that she is one of those girls deep down.

“Haya-kun, I am also ovulating so it would be a proper mating as you love it!”

We never entertained this sort of talk, if we had she would know that’s not true and she is just going by stereotype. Because, deep down, that’s what it was all about. It wasn’t ‘me’ she wanted, Iori sought to have a way out of her arranged marriage via ugly bastard.

I was the ‘decent-looking one’ by what she said in a previous skirmish and… that was what made me quite unwanting of her. Gorgeous and ripe for breeding she would be, she was also shallow and devoid of any sympathy towards me.

So… I made the call and some butlers came to retrieve their ‘wayward mistress’.

It was quiet after not too long and I resumed work until I took a break and…

“She sure is a s-scary lady,” A quiet voice hummed from my bed, and I saw a feminine individual sitting on the mattress.

Wearing a sleeveless vest that showed a bit of his belly and a pair of jeans shorts, the horned and small-winged shota was a ‘Succubus’ which I had a bit of a pact with. His name was Sada Hiyori and he was quite the unlucky ‘kid’.

“Oh, Hiyori-kun. I thought it was still early.”

“I-I decided to check in earlier than usual since I… kind of have business for later.”

I slowly nodded, walking up to the bathroom as I went to fish out the things that the Succu-bro was looking to get out of our ‘deal’. Four big glass bottles filled with ‘man-milk’.

Since the Succubus society had a strict affinity selection, Hiyori got assigned as a Succubus rather than an incubus. While he was confused on why he got stuck with this, the first few times we had our little agreement going allowed him to learn of the femboy term. He was surprised to know that feminine boys with a cushy ass, a tiny pecker and an overall feminine and cute face were quite attractive to men.

Still, none of that fit with the agreement as we had something simple to prevent him to ‘deal with his problems on his own masculinity’. Since I don’t fuck as much as I would need to, I had to ‘milk’ from time to time.

Awkward, but with this deal I ended up killing two birds with a stone: I would get the cum stored in bottles, give it to the Succu-trap for him to provide at his job without having to get his virgin ass rammed hard by a manly length, and we would from time to time play games at the PC. He would sit on my lap, and, consciously so, rub a bit along my crotch.

Hiyori called it ‘instinctive’, and I believed him as I dug around info on Succubi, confirming that was a common trait for Succubi to get a bit teasing around their ‘prey’. It never got too far but… that ass was quite tempting at times.

“Here we go.”

“Thank you, always a life-saver, Hayato-nii. Say… c-can we play now? I really need to be free later today so…”

“Sure but… anything you want to tell me? This sounds important.”

“It’s my sister. She wants to… check on me as she is visiting. And she can be quite a troublemaker.”

I nodded. “Well, no reason to screw with your plans, Lil Bro. What games do we play?”

“I-I was close to finishing that nice village in Minecraft.”

I patted his head, his cheeks flaring red as he loved the ‘wholesome’ in those matters.

What I didn’t know was that Hiyori’s sister was going to be a troublemaker for me too.

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AN

Differently from ‘The Family Man’, this story will entertain various known shows, original works, doujins and even H-Games. Kind of like Shattering Perversions but this fat guy has more to give as… he trains. A lot. And he has a bit of a ‘power’ that makes him… dangerous.

‘Oshima Iori’ is from Asanagi.

‘Sada Hiyori’ is from 76720 which is a male-on-trap story.