Asuka Strikes! (Patreon)

You sat on a bench near the train station. You found yourself here most days, waiting to make an evening trip downtown. Easily the most boring part of your day, except on certain occasions. Except for the days you encountered her. A train that wasn't yours pulled up and you watched the door open with a level of excitement that was perhaps a little more than what was appropriate. You looked intently, inspecting each passenger as they stepped off. When you caught a glimpse of bright red hair, your heart did a little flutter; it was really her. Asuka Langely Soryu stepped off the train, her twintails bouncing cutely with each step. 

More excited than you should be, you waved to her. "Hey, Asuka!" You called out. 

"Oh, hey dude." She sipped her canned drink, not matching your enthusiasm. 

"What are you doing here?" You asked, immediately wincing at yourself for asking such an obvious question.

"Uh, just getting off the train." She answered. "What are you, an idiot?" 

And there it was, like an arrow through your heart. She had the kind of playful mean-ness that just made you weak in the knees. But luckily, you were sitting down, so no risk of falling over and humiliating yourself. 

"Yeah, I guess that does make sense..." you replied. Unexpectedly, she plopped down on the bench next to you, getting a little more in your personal space than was socially acceptable.  

"What, do I make you nervous or something?" She scoffed. "Get you flustered so you ask dumb questions?" She leaned into you even closer, uncomfortably close.

"Uh..." You visibly turned red. She was onto you.

"Oh no, you have a crush on me don't you?!" She exclaimed. 

"Wh-wha-..." You stammered. She'd figured it out with such ease, and you had no defense of yourself, so you just kinda babbled like an idiot. Maybe she was right when she called you an idiot a moment ago.

Even so, your babbling told her everything she needed to know and she sighed in exasperation. But you didn't expect what came next.

"Come on," she said, standing up again.

"What?"

"Come. On." She repeated sternly, grabbing your sleeve as she began walking away. You stumbled to your feet and followed her, considering she left you little choice.

Dragging you along, she hustled in the direction of the train station building behind you. Once through the doors, she hung a left down a flight of stairs, tugging at your shirt sleeve the entire way. The stairs led to a big, nearly empty basement. Despite the size of the place, there was no one to be seen. You didn't have much time to inspect the place, of course, because Asuka was still silently pulling you to wherever it was she was taking you. 

Rounding the corner at the bottom of the stairs to the little area beneath them, Asuka released your sleeve, indicating this was her final destination. The area was home to little more than a few boxes, a ladder, and a bunch of dust. 

"Alright." She spoke for the first time since grabbing you. "Take it out."

"What?"

"God, is 'what' all you can say?!" She barked, crossing her arms under her cute medium-sized breasts. "I said whip it out!" 

Not wanting to risk saying 'what' again, you tried something else. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," is what you tried. It didn't seem to make a difference either way, as she still got even more angry at you.

"Your dick, idiot!!" She blurted. "What else would I be talking about?!" 

You blinked in confusion. "A-are you sure?" You stuttered.

"Of course I am! Why would I say it if I didn't mean it?"!" She barked rhetorically. "Little perverts like you are always eager to whip out their junk, so what's the holdup?" 

You sighed. Best to do what she says, you figured. What else were you gonna do? I mean, it's not often a girl you crush on is demanding to see your package, is it?

With no further ado, you tugged down your waistband and presented your flaccid offering to your redhead assailant. She gazed downward, and her face shifted from an expression of anger to one of shock, then to a smile of amusement which quickly became an outburst of laughter. 

She folded her arms over her stomach and bent over, unrestrained cackles erupting from her cute freckled face. She was so overwhelmed with humor that she reverted to her native language.

"Hahahaha! Guten Tag, Herr Würstchen!" She squeaked out between bouts of giggles, wiggling a pinky finger in the air as well. Your German wasn't great, but you could guess based on the laughter and the gesture that whatever she said wasn't flattering.

When she finally managed to breathe again, Asuka looked down at your minimal endowment. For some reason, it hadn't occurred to you to pull up your pants.

"Wow, I knew you were a beta male, but this is just pathetic. Normally when dorky guys like you get a crush on me I'll give 'em a handjob to help them get over me before I reject them but in your case... I really don't want to. 

You looked back up at her and immediately surrendered your dignity. 

"Oh, c'mon, please?" You ask her, almost pleading 

"You just have no dignity, do you?" She sighed, and then gave a devilish grin."Fine, but it'll cost you." 

 Quickly, she extended a hand and squeezed your vulnerable organ, hard enough to be painful but not unbearably so. 

"Who's the prettiest, sexiest girl in the world?" She demanded in a teasing voice. 

"Y-you are...!" You gasped through the pain. At least you weren't too dense to follow that lead.

"Who owns this dick?" She asked in the same voice.

"You- ow, ...do," You forced out. 

"Damn right I do." She smiled wide, relaxing her grip slightly. You discover that, in spite of the pain, you'd somehow gotten throbbing hard. She began firmly, but expertly, sliding her fingers up and down your unimpressive cock. Her grin morphed to an expression of disgust, which only grew deeper as your knees wobbled and a bead of precum formed on your tip, followed by you squirting a single, thin rope. 

"Eww!" She exclaimed, pulling her hand away and trying to shake off your spunk. "Ugh, I wouldn't have even offered if I knew you were a hair-trigger!"

She looked back up at you, and her hand, apparently now clean enough for her liking, gripped your package again, this time including your balls. 

"Listen carefully, Herr Würstchen." She began. "I expect you to obey my every command from now on. Or else, I ensure that all of Japan finds out about your defective dick. Understood?" she explained, leaning in close again. 

Pained and humiliated, you simply nodded.

"Good boy." She released your naked nethers. "Be at my house at 10 AM tomorrow and I'll fit you with a chastity cage. Better jerk off hard tonight, it's the last time you'll be allowed to for a LONG time." 

She turned on her heel to walk away. You were in for it now.