Tokyo Ghoul: Crown 1 (Patreon)

A fan-fiction in the Tokyo Ghoul universe which contains in parts the following kinks, fetishes and themes. (WG, XWG, Stuffing, Feeding, BBW, SSBBW, USSBBW, Immobility, Sex)

These themes are tried to be integrated into the story in a meaningful way and the general events tell a (hopefully) serious and plausible as well as canonical plot.

Chapter 1: Vincent

Everything had been prepared for a long time so that nothing was left to chance. A virtue of the organization to which Vincent belonged, even if it was probably never really necessary, because for him and his comrades-in-arms every problem could be solved by brute force if necessary. Vincent, however, disliked such archaic thinking and was always careful to handle operations that were his responsibility discreetly and without causing a fuss.

Vincent Krüger was a tall man in his early 30s and far from home. He was born in Hamburg, Germany, but the people he had sworn allegiance to had sent him on a mission that was vital to the survival of the organization to which he belonged. In the course of this mission, Vincent had arrived in Japan a few days ago, in the port of Tokyo to be precise. In this foreign country, there was one thing in abundance that could not be found in this density and quality anywhere else in the world. The great availability and outstanding quality of this resource, so essential to Vincent's organization, in the small island nation was remarkable. In this respect, Tokyo was a veritable cornucopia, a field overflowing with yields just waiting to be harvested, a richly hung tree whose ripe fruits was just begging to be picked. The treasure of Japan and Tokyo in particular, which Vincent and the organization were after, consisted of ghouls. Only here in the vibrant and ever-growing metropolis of Tokyo and its surrounding areas was the population of man-eating humanoids higher than anywhere else in the world. It was precisely these creatures, known as ghoules, who used their special abilities to hunt down humans in order to feed on them, that Vincent was after for a very specific reason. In fact, the tall man himself belonged to this species, which had been at constant war with humanity since its first appearance hundreds of years ago. No one could trace the origins of this species, but they had spread all over the world a long time ago, with a clear focus on Japan. Most of the ghouls lived their lives in secret or with false identities among the humans, committing raids for food whenever their hunger became too great.

Vincent paid close attention to every sound that was not typical of this environment, at least as far as he could judge it as the offspring of a large city and its undergrounds. He walked through a disused subway tunnel in Tokyo and watched the rats scatter in front of him and crawl into their holes. Since his arrival in this city characterized by both traditional culture and modern lifestyle, Vincent had roamed the sewers and tunnels underground, following the various smells that his highly sensitive sense of smell, far superior to that of humans, detected between the stench of garbage and sewage. The German ghoul had limited his forays to a small area and scouted out all the dark corners and hiding places he could discover. He knew how ghouls lived and how they hid from humanity, especially when they couldn't live a normal life without false identities. There had been a long time in Hamburg when he too had roamed through sewers, shafts, tunnels and dark side streets under undignified conditions and the only contact he had had with humans had been by sinking his teeth into warm flesh. Finally, the organization that Vincent had served for so long and with such dedication had taken notice of him because of the strength he had shown in battle and his willpower, and had offered the ghoul a chance, which he had taken.

Calmly and without rushing, the ghoul followed the scent he had picked up the day before. Through the cellar of an unused warehouse, after passing through a broken wall barricaded with bare wooden planks, he had finally ended up in this apparently unused tunnel, which he had been following for a while now. He had clearly noticed the unmistakable smell of ghouls between the buildings and among all the people who went about their daily jobs, hobbies and ordinary activities.

Vincent's group included several other ghouls, three of whom were also currently exploring the dark corners of this vast metropolis. This first phase of the venture was about gathering information and tracking down a few ghouls to test their strength and abilities. Beforehand, the organization Vincent and his subordinates were working for had obtained some data on the ghoul population in Japan through excellent connections in the European authorities and governments. Of course, making first-hand contact with this hidden society was something else, but at least they had some clues about ghoul groups and activities. Vincent's masters had big plans in Tokyo and had long been preparing for a confrontation with the dominant forces in the city's ghoul society. While the headquarters of his organization had always remained in Germany, they had repeatedly carried out "raids" in the ghoul strongholds of other countries over the past decades to meet their demand for RC cells infused flesh. On several occasions, such operations had also taken Vincent and his people to Africa or South America. It was exciting to finally be able to operate in the largest ghoul society in the world, here in Tokyo.

Vincent walked for quite a while along the narrow ledge that ran parallel to the rails along the concrete wall of the tunnel. There was no electricity and therefore no lighting, but as a ghoul he could see perfectly in the dark. But what guided him even more safely was his keen sense of smell. He could clearly detect the scent of other ghouls, probably even a whole group of them. Then he suddenly stepped into something wet and stopped. The moment Vincent bent down to the dark pool on the ground in which he was now standing with his boots, he also registered the aroma that resonated softly beneath the smell of the ghouls. Other members of his species would probably have noticed it earlier, but Vincent had trained himself to filter the scent of his own kind from the air and ignored everything else. He stroked his gloved fingers through the human blood beneath him and pushed up the gas mask he was wearing with the other. He licked the lifeblood from his finger with the tip of his tongue. Instantly, his irises turned red and his sclera black, the unmistakable feature of all ghouls. It was a good sign that he had found human blood here. The group of ghouls must have killed prey very recently and brought it here to feed. If they were busy with their food, they probably didn't smell him and were perhaps otherwise distracted. Vincent must be very close to them now. He pulled his mask down again and continued on his way. Always following his nose, which remained undisturbed despite the mask's filters.

After a few more minutes, during which Vincent occasionally noticed more bloodstains on the concrete below him, he arrived at a metal door set into the wall of the tunnel. It had probably once been a maintenance access or emergency exit, but nothing could be seen on it. During the years of preparation for this operation, Vincent had also learned Japanese and a basic understanding of the written language, much to his frustration. Reading and writing in this language was still not his strong point, but at least he could hold a reasonable conversation. However, all the lettering on this doorway had long since peeled off or faded.

However, both the large bloodstain in front of the door and the increasingly intense smell of ghouls told Vincent that he was in the right place. He pressed down on the door handle and it was indeed unlocked. He cautiously entered the long, bare corridor behind it. Apart from some garbage here and there as well as some tools, old boxes and a few rotten jackets belonging to railroad workers who had probably not visited this area for years, there was nothing of interest here. Vincent continued on his way and could now actually hear the muffled noises and voices of several people. The corridor ended at a metal door very similar to the first one, except that it was secured with a chain and padlock. There was no handle, instead the chain was looped around a grip and an eyelet in the wall. Vincent grinned as he could now clearly hear voices behind the metal. They seem to value their privacy very highly, thought the German ghoul and grabbed the chain with one hand. An energetic tug and the eyelet flew out of the concrete with a crash. The door swung open and bounced against the wall, the metal chain now dangling uselessly with the lock. Light immediately flooded out of the room behind it. It had probably once been a room for maintenance or storage. All kinds of garbage, lockers and shelves on the walls bore witness to its former function. Around half a dozen portable electric lamps were scattered around the room, providing light. In the middle was a large table on which lay a man who was undoubtedly dead. He was naked and missing his right arm and left leg in addition to various pieces of flesh that appeared to have been bitten out of his body. In front of the table, the entire concrete floor was covered in blood, both new shiny and old dark and crusted. The piles of stained, torn clothing in the corners of the room bore witness to the repeated use of this place as a feeding ground.

Five people were standing around the table with the dead man, all of whom whirled around towards the entrance, startled when the door was opened so rudely. They were all men, at least Vincent assumed so, as one of them was wearing a long black robe and a white mask. The others were dressed in ordinary clothes and were undoubtedly ghouls, judging by their eyes, which were discolored from eating. The figure in the robe could also be assumed to belong to this species. Vincent suspected that this person was the strongest of the five and had hunted for the other four. It was quite social of certain ghouls to share prey with those who could not get food for themselves. Many ghoul societies functioned purely on the principle of strength and took the death of the weak for granted.

Vincent stepped into the room and loosened his neck and shoulders. He was eager to see how this confrontation would go. He was also trying to cool his temper, but he loved to fight and use the power that was given to him as a ghoul.

The men looked at each other, their faces and hands covered in blood, their expressions ranging from confused to terrified. Finally, one of them addressed Vincent: "Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?"

Vincent shrugged his shoulders. "I'd say I'm just a tourist, but as I have business in Tokyo, that's not quite right."

Apparently none of the men could make any sense of this statement.

"Are you an investigator?" one of the ghouls finally asked and another answered before Vincent could. "Are you completely stupid? Look at this one, as if he's from the CCG?"

The ghoul in the mask and robe seemed to be scrutinizing Vincent. The boots, the dark, functional and robust outfit with lots of pockets and finally the old-fashioned gas mask.

"You're a ghoul too, aren't you? We don't have anything for you here, we only hunt for ourselves, besides, you sound strange. Get out of here!" finally came from behind the mask.

Unimpressed, Vincent walked towards the group of ghouls. A stream of glittering, blood-red particles erupted from his tailbone and spread out behind him. Vincent's kagune, which for him, as for all the other ghouls, was the organ for hunting and his claw and weapon in battle, spread out like a haze and a liquid at the same time. Slowly, the flowing red particles hardened.

"I sound funny? That's not nice, after all, I made such an effort with the language."

14 years earlier in Hamburg

Vincent sat on a hard bench and looked up at the unadorned concrete ceiling. In the distance, he could hear the muffled rumbling and jeering of the crowd. Everything seemed to vibrate from their cheers and the atmosphere of this place, an aura of battle, of the trial of strength and the bloodthirsty desire to see his enemy lying bleeding and battered before him, filled every room.

This place was already very old and had been built in the strictest secrecy in a suburb of Hamburg. An underground fighting arena for the local ghoul society. It had been built under the luxurious and very exclusive Prior Hotel, which also served as a cover. Both the hotel and the arena were run by the Kammler ghoul family, who had been entrusted with this task by the organization they served. While human guests were accommodated and served in the prior's chic and spacious mansion and its modern, glass extension, the hotel also served as a hub for the ghouls' business and as a hiding place for those man-eaters who had to go into hiding from the authorities and had the necessary small change or good connections to the Kammlers or their masters. In addition, there was a fighting arena a few floors underground where fights between ghouls of the lower classes were regularly held. While higher-ranking and wealthier members of the species watched from the stands, cheering on their favorite and hoping they had bet on the right candidate.

All the ghoules who volunteered to take part in these fights knew what to expect. In a tournament system, two opponents always fought against each other until the last two survivors finally fought out the final. There were only two options: win or die. It was irrelevant whether one of the two opponents was actually killed by the other. It often happened that one of the ghoules gave up, knowing full well what awaited him, or that one of them was unable to continue due to his injuries. What was certain, however, was that one of the parties in the ring would always die. This was the first and only rule that applied in this arena. The reason for this was simple: the organization that had entrusted the Kammlers with the management of this place was in constant need of a huge amount of ghoul meat. It didn't matter whether the defeated opponent was still alive, injured or had capitulated in fear. His body no longer belonged to him at the moment of his defeat, but was merely food for the Crown, the very old group that ruled the Ghoul societys of Europe with an iron fist.

In addition to this fate that awaited all those who suffered defeat, each tournament offered new prizes for those who managed to reach the top. These were usually large sums of money or the opportunity to rise to higher, better spheres of ghoul society

Vincent stood up and began to walk around the small room. It was quite understandable that he was so restless and excited. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and he could no longer sit still. The light from the lonely, old light bulb on the ceiling made his shadows dance across the unplastered walls. But he was probably the only one fighting in this arena who was neither afraid of the actual fight nor of certain death. No, Vincent was excited about something completely different, something beautiful, something that lifted his spirit and gave him the famous butterflies in his stomach that not only humans were capable of. The ghoul had never been afraid of a fight before. Neither in the alleyways or sewers of Hamburg, nor in territorial battles with other ghouls, nor when hunting humans if his hunger drove him to do so. Also, Vincent had not hesitated for a moment to become part of the current tournament when he found out what the winner would receive as a reward.

What excited Vincent Krüger so much was a very simple, primal and beautiful thing: he was in love. Ever since the young ghoul had laid eyes on the woman of his desire for the first time, he had been completely under her spell and she had not even taken any notice of him at the time, let alone exchanged a word with him. Vincent had no doubt that he would destroy his final opponent, just as he had beaten his competitors in all the previous rounds. The winner would have the chance to become the new bodyguard and servant of the Ghoula he desired. She was a member of the von Schliefer family, which was the ghoul dynasty that led the Crown and controlled all the destinies of the man-eating species in Europe.

Vincent had been a guest in the lowest ranks at the previous tournament that had been held here. That was when he had first seen the Ghoula, in the highest loge reserved for the Crown. Since then, not a minute had passed without Vincent thinking about her and pondering how he could ever get closer to her. When the Crown had finally sought a new guardian for one of its most valuable members and would reward the winner of the next tournament with the privilege, Vincent had almost wept with happiness. He hadn't given a thought to the fact that he might die in the process like thousands of other ghoules before him. For this ghoula, he was prepared to risk something as trivial as his life at any time, as long as there was a chance to get closer to her.

At last, the metal door of the waiting room opened and the young ghoul whirled around, tense to the extreme. Two men in suits and plain white masks entered. Employees of the hotel and subordinates of the Kammler family.

"The time has come. Come with me," said one of them kindly but firmly. The two men went ahead while Vincent followed them. He had walked through the labyrinth of fluorescent-lit concrete corridors many times before and had heard the noise of the crowd swell more and more very often. On the way, he loosened his fingers and pulled his black gloves tightly over his hands. Otherwise, he wore only dark trousers and boots. His wiry upper body and strong arms were bare, and he had also choosen to fight without the old-fashioned gas mask that he had chosen as his trademark.

Finally, the three of them arrived at a large, heavy metal door, which one of the two suits unlocked with the help of a control panel. Vincent entered the small, empty room behind it. Opposite him was an identical metal door. Now he could already clearly feel the vibrations generated by the crowd, they were very close, the arena in which the young ghoul would defeat his last opponent today before finally meeting the ghoula he had been longing for. Just the idea of being able to smell her wonderful scent would have been enough to make Vincent overcome every obstacle and tear every opponent to shreds.

His two companions in their expensive suits lagged behind him.

"Hey kid, good luck. I bet on you, so please flatten her," said one of the ghouls before the heavy door closed again. Now Vincent was once again alone with his thoughts in a small room made of rough concrete, just like the hours before.

Flatten her, please, he had said. So it was probably a ghoula. Until the moment they actually faced each other, the opponents didn't know who they would come up against, and it wasn't good form for one of the spectators to tell a participant anything about their upcoming opponents. But who Vincent was about to fight didn't really matter to him, ghoul or ghoula, in the end he would walk away triumphant while his rival ended up as dead flesh. Of course, it would always have been useful to have information about his opponent's strength, fighting style and type of kagune beforehand, but Vincent trusted his own abilities enough not to worry about this imponderable. He was also filled with this wonderful feeling of inviolability, a power that seemed to flood every corner of his body. He was fighting for love, so what else could happen?

The metal door in front of the young, expectant ghoul opened and he was immediately met by bright lights and the noise of the cheering, roaring crowd who finally wanted to see blood. With confident steps, Vincent entered the arena. It was a very large, circular room with a high, domed ceiling. Around the field of bare stone, where the actual battle would take place, there were grandstands which were shielded from the actual battlefield by armored glass reinforced with steel grids. Over a thousand ghouls and ghoulas in various outfits or disguises, some with and some without masks, cheered Vincent on from their seats. Light flooded down onto the circular battlefield from large spotlights on the ceiling. At an elevated position, just below the ceiling of the arena and above the seats of the ghoul mob, was a separate gallery where three people stood. Vincent recognized them immediately, although he only knew the actual name of one of them. On the far right, with a glass of blood wine in his hand, sat Tobias Kammler, head of the family whose surname he bore and the person responsible for running this place. He was a tall man in his early thirties. He was wearing a tailored black suit for the occasion. As was practically always the case, he had not worn a mask; it just didn't seem to be his style and he probably wanted to be unmistakable to all the guests present at his hotel and arena. In fact, Kammler was also the half-brother of the current head of the crown. He sipped his glass calmly and looked down from his exclusive seat at the spectacle that was about to unfold. At the other end of the gallery was another male ghoul, whose appearance, in contrast to Kammler's, could not have been more different. The man wore a kind of old-fashioned, ostentatious uniform with numerous medals, cords and ribbons as well as lavishly decorated epaulettes and collar patches. It was a trademark of members of the Crown to dress in glamorous and lavishly decorated aristocratic robes and uniforms of bygone eras when attending events such as this. The ghoul's face was covered by a white mask that resembled the face of a nobleman with a magnificent moustache, from an era that matched his uniform. In the middle of the two men stood a ghoula, the one who had turned Vincent's head since he had first laid eyes on her. She was quite short and very stocky, not to say fat. She wore an opulent dress in a Victorian style with a corsage that squeezed her soft breasts the size of watermelons and pushed them up as jiggly mounds at the top of her cleavage. Her arms were round and fleshy and her upper arms were already beginning to form slight cushions of fat that hung down and spilled over her elbows. Her fingers were small, cute and chubby with red nail polish. Below the waist, the extravagant dress concealed the young Ghoula's most beautiful assets, but one could still see the very wide hips and the protruding backside with two very large ass cheeks holding up the fabric. Her face was fair-skinned and flawlessly beautiful and only the upper half of her face was covered by a white eye mask. Her long blonde hair was artfully styled and pinned up and her full lips were curled in a captivating smile.

Vincent's gaze lingered on her and he took in every beautiful detail of the ghoula. He estimated that she weighed about 120 kg. spread over 1.60 m, which made the young woman look rather huge and puffy, which Vincent found extremely attractive. He clearly had a weakness for women of this build and he wouldn't miss the chance to get closer to such an incomparable beauty. Another bonus, of course, was the social advancement the young ghoul would experience if he worked for the Crown, but that was not the main reason. It had been clear from the beginning that he would do anything for this ghoula, no matter what organization or family she belonged to.

After several moments in which Vincent had only had eyes for the beautiful and voluminous scion of the Crown and in which he had also blocked out the noise of the crowd, a loudspeaker announcement brought him back to the here and now. As is customary before every fight, Kammler or one of his subordinates announced the names of the opponents and greeted the audience.

"Welcome, my esteemed comrades, to today's spectacle." Tobias Kammler had put down his glass and got up from his chair in the gallery. Now he looked along the stands with a microphone in his hand. As his words rang out, the cheering of the crowd swelled even more. The masses finally wanted what they had come for: Blood.

"I am very pleased that you have gathered in such large numbers on this day to witness for yourselves which ghoul will be given the great honor of entering the service of the Crown and which unlucky upstart will draw his last breath today."

He pointed a hand down to Vincent and his words boomed out of the speakers as he continued, flooding the room.

"Please welcome our first combatant, who has dominated his first tournament as an absolute newcomer, beating every one of his opponents so far with strength and skill! Let's hear it for the Phalanx!"

Cheers erupted as thousands clapped their hands and stomped their feet. Vincent couldn't help but feel proud of himself and his abilities. The young ghoul knew that only his tenacity and willpower had brought him this far. He was also glad that he had earned himself a new and much more impressive-sounding name. After Vincent's first victories against, in his eyes, completely incompetent bunglers, he had been announced with his first nickname, Armadillo. The metal door opposite him finally opened to prolonged applause. A ghoula entered the area where the fight would take place, which was covered in holes, scratches and deep cuts . She was tall and lean with small breasts and narrow hips. Her straight, jet-black hair reached down to her waist and looked like a stream of oil or varnish. To match, she wore a black one-piece that left her pale arms and apparently her back uncovered. To top it off, a black mask, modeled on the beak of a bird, covered her face. Vincent was reminded of a plague doctor.

"And now I'd like to ask for an equally enthusiastic round of applause for our second contestant. She is undoubtedly the favorite of this tournament, after all, she has already won two competitions in the past and thus crushed all her previous opponents. Say hello to Black Bird!" boomed from the loudspeakers and the crowd went wild. The young ghoul thought he had heard the nickname before, but he wasn't quite sure. In any case, he had never seen the ghoula fight before. Vincent tensed a little more when he heard about his opponent's victories and experience, but his courage did not yet fail him.

With slow, measured steps, the Ghoula approached Vincent and stopped a few meters away from him. She crossed her thin arms in front of her flat chest and tilted her head slightly. Then she spoke to Vincent, her voice quiet but still audible through the applause: "I know it must seem presumptuous and arrogant to you, when you've beaten all your opponents in this tournament so far, just like I did, but I'm giving you the chance to give up right now. You're no match for me, kid, believe me. Of course your life is forfeit even if you throw in the towel, but it would save you a lot of pain and suffering. It's probably pointless, but I'm giving you the chance to make things a lot easier."

Vincent chuckled as he thought about it. Who who had fought here and come as far as he had would accept this offer. The young ghoul raised his arm and gave his opponent the middle finger.

"Fuck you, bitch."

The ghoula uncrossed her arms in front of her chest and shook her head, laughing. "Well, what else. Anyway, just don't end up begging for your life, boy."

"It seems there's some tension between our opponents," Kammler noted through the speakers with amusement and added: "Well then, let's not wait any longer, let's start the specktacular! May the best one survive!"

Vincent had expected a first strike from his opponent to take him by surprise as soon as the fight opened and was not disappointed. The Ghoula was fast, very fast in fact. With two long leaps, she stood directly in front of him and her right foot raced towards his head. At the last moment, Vincent pulled his arm up and Black Bird's right instep crashed against his forearm raised in defense. The kick was of course powerful, but Vincent immediately realized that his opponent was going for speed. Immediately after his defense, the Ghoula whirled around on the spot and now her right heel flew towards the other side of his face. After a step backwards, the foot whizzed past Vincent, but he had no time to go on the offensive. With the momentum Black Bird had from her second kick, she spun around again. While still spinning, a kind of black and red wing shot out of her left shoulder in a flash, undoubtedly her kagune, even though Vincent had never seen such a structure of a hunting organ before, nor had he ever experienced such a quick release. The wing was only a few centimeters wide but immediately stretched several meters long. With the momentum of her spin, she wiped her wing across Vincent's face and the first blood flowed.

Vincent had been lucky that he had dodged further back, but with this attack the Ghoula had almost won the fight. It wouldn't have taken much and his head would have been severed above his lower jaw. Instead, she had only sliced open both his cheeks. Enraged, Vincent spat out his severed tongue, along with a large amount of blood. Everything was already beginning to heal and grow back, but it certainly wasn't pleasant.

"That was so you wouldn't be so quick to show disrespect, boy," Black Bird mocked, unfolding her second wing. Vincent knew the forms that Ukaku-Kagune took, but even under these circumstances, the extremities that the Ghoula formed from her shoulders were confusingly similar to the wings of a bird. The wings were pitch black, like her hair, with only small pulsing streams of RC cells visible on them. The name Black Bird was more than appropriate.

Vincent knew that he was basically inferior to an ukaku user with his bikaku kagune, but he had already won many fights thanks to the special nature of his hunting organ, even against "winged" ghoules, so to speak. After this first attack, he was sure that he would be defeated in close combat and hoped that he could get Black Bird to engage in ranged combat, which was quickly tiring for Ukaku users.

Now Vincent also activated his kagune. A stream of blood-red RC cells flowed from the area around his tailbone, condensed and formed into a tentacle a good 5 meters long. From the red, pulsating, muscle-like mass, a series of circular, shield-like armor plates of bronze color formed. This armor had earned it the name Phalanx, as the overlapping structures of hardened RC cells resembled the circular shields of ancient battle formations. His tail whipped around wildly as Vincent clenched his fists angrily.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm not responsible for your weakness," the tall, thin Ghoula taunted him. With an angry shout, Vincent swung his kagune at his opponent. He was quite fast, but for someone like Black Bird, such an attack could be recognized from afar. She pushed off with her feet, doing a backflip in midair. Vincent's tail, covered in shiny shields, whizzed beneath her. In that time, the young ghoul had run towards his opponent and as the ghoula touched the ground again, he formed his second identical tail, this time thrusting. Most bikaku users were only capable of forming one tail, but Vincent had two.

Black Bird skillfully ducked under the second attack, but in the meantime Vincent swung back his first tail, which she had dodged with the somersault, and aimed at her legs again. The very agile Ghoula leapt up again and performed a spin in the air, spreading her large wings. The razor-sharp edges of her wings severed both of Vincent's kaguns at about half their respective lengths. The separated ends flew away as the young ghoul pulled back the stumps of its tails.

His armor was usually excellent, but the Ukaku user's wings were extremely sharp and seemed to be too much for his shields. The ends of his tails quickly reformed at the cleanly cut ends.

If he didn't pay attention and his kagune continued to be damaged like this, the regeneration could quickly become his undoing, but he had to keep up the pressure and keep Black Bird at a distance. He immediately attacked again with both tails and the ghoula skillfully danced around it. She then lunged towards her opponent, who then launched the ends of both armored limbs towards the back of the charging ghoula. She leapt into the air again and escaped the attack. She severed one of the two tails again with one of her wings, while pushing off from the other with her feet and catapulting herself even higher into the air. Baring his teeth and with an angry cry, Vincent followed up with the remaining tail. Its tip shot exactly towards the point in the air that Black Bird would reach in the next second of her fall. But things turned out differently than expected and the attack came to nothing. The ghoula spread her kagune in the air and flapped her wings once. Even though no ukaku ghoul was capable of true flight, this maneuver was probably the closest to the ability of real birds. The flapping of her wings lifted Black Bird further into the air and put more distance between herself and Vincent. Finally, she crashed into the bulletproof glass in front of the stands, where the spectators went wild.

Before she fell, the ghoula split her black wings into four smaller ones. The lower two pierced the glass with thorn-like protrusions and held Black Bird in place. The upper two wings stretched over the thin woman's shoulders towards her opponent and in the next moment, projectiles of crystallized RC cells were already flying towards Vincent. This was exactly what he had hoped for, because firing these projectiles meant a great loss of energy for the ghoul in question, which could quickly become drained and fatigued. Vincent quickly drew back his tails and wrapped them around his body at a small distance. His armor plates thus formed a dome-like, bronze shield wall that protected him from every side, a real phalanx.

The projectiles crashed into his defensive formation, but were unable to penetrate it. Vincent watched his opponent through a tiny slit between the shields of his tails. The situation was difficult for both of them. Black Bird had to engage in close combat, because that was the only way she could beat her opponent, as her ranged combat was undoubtedly ineffective and tired her out too quickly. Vincent, on the other hand, had to keep her at a distance at all costs and continue to force her into ranged combat. However, the young ghoul was now behind his beloved protective wall, which always gave him time to think and catch his breath. She could cut through his defenses with her wings if she got too close, but in this case the ghoul still had a surprise in store.

He watched as Black Bird skillfully dropped down from the glass and then fired at his shield formation with all four wings. A barrage of shots rained down on the armor of his kagune, but again failed to penetrate it. After a few moments, the bombardment ended again and Black Bird looked over at him with her arms crossed. Her wings disintegrated again and the RC cells partially retracted back into her body. Vincent was surprised, either it was a feint or the Ghoula was already having to conserve her stamina if even maintaining her wings took too much strength. There wasn't much to her either, after all, though that didn't necessarily mean anything given the physiology of a ghoul.

"You won't win this fight by hiding!" the ghoula shouted at him, obviously trying to provoke him into an attack. But I'm not going to lose it either, you bitch, Vincent thought and continued to watch his opponent closely.

"All right, have it your way," the ghoula said with a sigh and began to walk towards Vincent. The two large black wings sprouted from her shoulders again. As she walked towards his shield wall, she alternately swung one of her wings through the air in front of her. Each time, a cloud of black projectiles was released from her kagune, which she had crystallized and hardened for this purpose. These projectiles chased towards Vincent's armor. He could only guess how much breath his opponent had left, but hopefully this suppressive fire would drain Black Bird even further. She would probably continue until she was within melee range of him, the ghoul suspected behind his defense.

This was exactly what Black Bird intended to do. The ghoula suddenly sprinted off, the tips of her wings, which had become flexible and agile again, pointing forward. Knowing that she could penetrate his armor anyway, Vincent opened his shield wall and let his tails swirl around him. As before, Black Bird dodged every blow from the strong, armored protrusions and struck with one of her wings. Vincent was able to dodge this attack, but the ghoula's subsequent kick to his chest threw him back. He quickly regained his balance and swiped at his opponent with one of his tails. She jumped back slightly and escaped the attack. Vincent immediately saw his best chance of winning this fight. His opponent's kagune was not crystallized, so she would not shoot at him and this process would take at least two to three seconds if she wanted to change tactics again. Without wasting any time, he lashed out with his two tails as far as he could and swung them high above his head. The ghoul had turned them so that the sharp outer edges of his circular armor plates were aimed at Black Bird. This in turn had now come very close to Vincent, its wingtips only a good meter away from his wiry, naked chest. The Ghoula let out a cry of triumph from behind her mask, confident that she would pierce her opponent with her wings long before his attack could hit her.

Suddenly, something hard blocked her foot and the woman, already confident of victory, stumbled. She wanted to take the next step but her left leg did not obey her. The tips of her wings came no closer to her bare chest. A hasty glance downwards showed her what was going on. One of the ends of Vincent's tails, which she had cut off earlier, had wrapped itself around her foot and simultaneously anchored itself to the arena floor with several thorns. Not only had Black Bird not noticed that the parts of her opponent's kagune did not dissolve into a haze of RC cells, but she had probably not expected the young ghoul to be able to make pieces of his tails continue to act on their own. A very rare trait even among old ghouls who were very talented with their kagune. The writhing part of Vincent's kagune, covered in bronze armor plates, connected the ghoula firmly to the concrete floor beneath her. Terrified, she looked back up at Vincent, who stood before her with wide black eyes, a furious roar and all the strength he could generate with the two protrusions of his hunting organ.

In the next moment, his tails came crashing down on Black Bird from above. Her wings shattered into black fragments and blood-red RC haze. The sharp edges of the armor plates were not slowed down a bit by the thin wings. They slammed into both of the Ghoula's shoulders, then severed both of her arms and finally drove into the arena floor, thundering and sending splinters and pieces of concrete flying.

Flanked by Vincent's pulsing tails, Black Bird sank to her knees, screeching as blood gushed from the shattered stumps of her shoulders. Torn flesh and severed bones could be seen. The two severed limbs lay in a growing pool of blood to her left and right.

For many ghouls, probably even Black Bird herself, these injuries would not necessarily be fatal if she was tended to immediately and provided with food. Some ghouls would even be able to regrow their lost arms immediately or reattach them to their bodies using tendrils of RC cells. For the ghoula that was now howling, shrieking and bleeding like a pig in front of Vincent, however, this was out of the question at that moment. It was exactly as he had suspected, her supply of RC cells was quite low even for an Ukaku user and she had completely exhausted herself in the belief that she could win this fight absolutely quickly and safely.

Only now did Vincent realize how hard he was breathing and took a deep breath as his tails dissipated again. He took a step towards his opponent and removed the bird mask from her head with one hand. A pale face consumed with anger, hatred and pain stared up at him. Black Bird's teeth were bared and tears flowed from her black eyes. Her long hair stuck to the sides of her head from splattered blood.

"You little fucking..." she began in a hysterical, broken voice, but that was as far as she got. Vincent silenced the ghoula with a powerful punch to her face.

"Shut up!"

He heard it crack clearly as facial bones and the jaw broke and her head flew to the side in a flurry of swirling black hair. Without another sound, the badly injured woman toppled to the side and lay there motionless. Whether she was dead or just unconscious and would probably die from her heavy bleeding in the near future, Vincent didn't care. He also didn't really notice the shouts from the crowd of spectators who were going completely crazy. His attention was entirely focused on the curvy beauty in the gallery. The voluptuous Ghoula had stood up and a smile appeared on her pretty face as she licked her full lips with her tongue while applauding Vincent with her cute little hands.

A good hour after the fight, Vincent was sitting in a luxuriously furnished suite of the mansion, which was part of the Prior Hotel. Immediately after his victory over Black Bird, he had left the arena to rapturous applause. After a short walk through the underground corridors of the complex, he had finally taken an elevator to the top and had been led to this suite by servants. The masked subordinate of the Kammler family, who had previously wished Vincent every success as he had bet money on his victory, accompanied the young ghoul to the large and elegantly furnished room on the fourth floor of the almost palatial building. The servant in the dark suit had been visibly happy and satisfied and had patted Vincent on the shoulder with a broad grin as he had received the victorious fighter at the metal door that opened again.

Vincent had also been instructed to take a shower and had complied with the order. He had also been provided with fresh new clothes. After the young ghoul had washed off the dirt, blood and some of his tension in the large, luxurious shower, he now stood in front of one of the suite's windows, dressed only in a loose white shirt and cloth trousers, looking out into the night. The young ghoul looked out over the small wooded area that was part of the hotel grounds and saw the lights of the nearby city beyond. Vincent was thinking about what would happen next when the door to the suite opened, saving him from having to think about the rest of the evening. A smiling Tobias Kammler entered the room while one of his employees pushed in a large trolley covered with a throw. With his keen sense of smell, even for ghouls, Vincent immediately recognized what was on the trolley without having to see it.

Kammler stood in front of the young ghoul while his employee left the room again and apparently waited outside the door. Vincent was offered a strong hand, which he grasped and shook.

"Congratulations on the performance downstairs. A bit short for my taste, but impressive."

"Thank you, Mr. Kammler," Vincent replied curtly. Appreciation or words of praise were not something he was used to.

The older ghoul scrutinized him from head to toe and his expression showed clear approval.

"I think you will do very well. Welcome to the Crown. There are a few more things to sort out, but that will come later. You have proven to us that your strength would be an asset. Besides..." He glanced at the closed door and back at Vincent. "The lady whose service you are about to enter was... shall we say, quite taken with your performance."

Instantly, the young ghoul's heart beat faster and heat crept up his neck. "Really? What did she say?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly. Kammler laughed and tapped Vincent's chest with his index finger, on which an expensive ring sparkled.

"Like a little schoolboy. I noticed their looks in the arena and apparently interpreted them correctly. Believe me, Miss Wagner really liked what she saw, otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation, no matter who won the fight."

The older ghoul straightened his tie and adjusted his jacket.

"Well then, I just wanted to get that off my chest before you get to enjoy your reward. As you seem to be a decent young man, I assume you know how to behave towards a member of the Crown's main family?"

"Of course, Mr. Kammler," Vincent assured him, a little breathless in view of what was apparently about to happen to him. Butterflies danced in his stomach again, while his cheeks burned hot.

Before either of the two ghouls could say another word, the door to the suite was opened and the voluptuous ghoula from the gallery entered the room. A smile played around her full lips as her opulent dress billowed around her. Her large breasts swayed softly in the cleavage. Now that she was closer to Vincent than ever before, he realized how small and adorable the woman really was. She barely reached the young ghoul's chin. The moment the fat ghoula entered the room, Vincent took in her beguiling, wonderful scent. His knees went weak and he couldn't take his eyes off her perfect form. He was blown away.

"Well, I'll leave you two alone then," said Kammler in a good mood and turned to leave. "I hope you enjoy yourselves," he added with a slight tilt of his head towards the Ghoula. When he had left the room, the two young ghoules were alone and looked at each other without either of them saying anything. Vincent felt his nervousness growing, he felt he had to say or do something to show his respect for the Ghoula and the family she belonged to, but he didn't know what. Then the Ghoula giggled and said, "You're really damn cute. Don't be so shy, I won't hurt you." Vincent laughed sheepishly and turned even redder in the face. He felt like a dork on his first date.

Then the ghoula walked up to him and took the eye mask off her face and simply dropped it to the floor. Now Vincent could admire her face, which was fair-skinned and flawlessly beautiful, in its entirety. The ghoula's eyes were permanently red and black, like ghouls that ate or had activated their kagune. It was common knowledge that this was a normal condition for all blood-related women of the von Schliefer family. The reason for this was a genetic mutation that had occurred generations ago which caused this and several other peculiarities in the affected ghoulas.

The woman in the extravagant dress now came closer and closer to Vincent, while he stood there transfixed, trying to process the unprecedented beauty of the person in front of him. Finally, she had come so close that she bumped against his chest with her protruding breasts and the wide hem of her dress pressed against his legs. She took Vincent's hands in hers, went up on her toes and kissed the young ghoul. After a brief second, during which he was unable to react at all due to his surprise, the ghoul returned the kiss eagerly and passionately. A wave of happiness literally flooded over him.

When the two young ghouls broke away again, they smiled at each other.

"My name is Laura. I've dreamed of doing this for so long. Ever since I saw you fight for the first time, I've hoped you'd make it this far and I could meet you."

"I...I'm Vincent." He swallowed, trying to control the strong emotions inside him to get out complete sentences. "I only fought for you so I could meet you once. Ever since the first time I saw you, I've wanted nothing else."

Laura bit her lower lip and gave him a seductive look. Vincent didn't know what to add, so he said the only thing that popped into his head: "You really are beautiful. I've often dreamed about you, but seeing you in front of me now is... unbelievable."

"I always hoped you would think so when I noticed you looking at me from the arena." She took a step back and spun around once. "I hope you really like the reward you've won."

Vincent looked Laura over from head to toe and simply said: "You have no idea."

The ghoula giggled again and stood with her back to him.

"I think you've earned even more than that. If you want... you can help me with my dress," she said in a seductive tone. Vincent couldn't believe what was happening, it was definitely the best day of his life. He approached Laura, who undid the clips in her blonde hair and held up her long mane so that Vincent could reach the bows at her back. To do this, the young ghoul had to press himself against the ghoula's fat protruding buttocks. His cock immediately hardened when he felt Laura's soft, flabby ass cheeks against his crotch. She noticed it too and pushed her protruding rear end towards him a little more.

He had finally undone all the knots and freed Laura's stomach and breasts from their prison. She then took off the sleeves of her dress and slipped the whole mass of expensive fabric over her very wide hips. Now she stood there, wearing only shoes and socks, in front of Vincent, who couldn't believe his eyes. Laura was breathtakingly beautiful, with wide, fat-laden hips, a deliciously protruding jiggly ass, a pretty, soft hanging belly that barely covered her pubic region, which was padded with flab, and large breasts that swayed gently back and forth. With her plump, cute fingers, she reached into the overflowing breast flesh and stroked her hard nipples. Then the overweight Ghoula took another step towards Vincent, who was aroused to the tips of his hair, and she stroked the noticeable bulge in his crotch with one hand.

"I'm very glad that you seem to like it. I wanted it that way, but of course I had no way of knowing," she whispered to him and fiddled with the button and zipper of his trousers. Finally, the garment fell to the floor and with an eager sigh, Laura massaged Vincent's big, hard boner. The young ghoul hastily pulled his shirt over his head.

Laura rubbed his strong chest while her other hand continued to hold his twitching, rock-hard cock. Meanwhile, Vincent's hands explored all the sweet rolls of flab that protruded from Laura's sides and the immense hips, which gave her sexy figure a great width. The ghoul gently felt the sensation of her voluminous, soft breasts on his chest as she touched him.

"But there's something for you to do first," Laura said with a broad grin and licked her lips. "Something very important that you have to do well so that things work out between us."

She took Vincent by the hand and led him to the large couch that occupied the middle of the suite and next to which the trolley had been parked.

Full of anticipation, Laura, naked, fair-skinned, fat and as incredibly beautiful as she was, stood next to the trolley and smiled at Vincent who had followed her.

With a quick pull, the ghoula lifted the cover and revealed what Vincent had already identified with his sensitive nose. On the metal of the trolley lay the remains of Black Bird. Dismembered, with broken limbs and organs removed. The dead Ghoula's dull eyes stared at Vincent from her severed head while her long hair hung over the edge of the cart, caked with blood. A loud gurgle sounded as Laura looked at the dismembered corpse, massaging her flabby, soft sagging belly. Her face took on an incredibly greedy, almost animalistic expression as her eyes glided over the prepared feast. Vincent saw and felt her hunger and lust. Laura massaged her growling stomach more intensely as she rocked her wide hips back and forth and rubbed her fat thighs together.

"I'm still digesting the food I had before the fight, but I'm so hungry again. My god I'm dying of hunger. I've been holding back all this time, but now I have you. Feed me, please."

Vincent was more than willing to do as he was told. He took a loose, bloody piece of meat from the trolley and walked towards Laura. He couldn't even identify which part of Black Bird it came from. To Laura he held it out, who stuck out her tongue with relish and lasciviously sucked the piece of the ghoula's body from Vincent's fingers. Her eyes lit up red as she swallowed.

"More!" she demanded with a lascivious moan.

With a powerful tug with both hands and the noisy expulsion of his breath, Vincent twisted the man's head and snapped the ghoul's neck. The body of the man sagged lifelessly and sank to the dirty ground. Three of the remaining ghouls, who were wearing ordinary clothes, were already lying dead in the room. The German ghoul had made short work of them with his kagune before they had even had a chance to defend themselves. With their bodies slashed open, they lay twisted and bleeding out around Vincent. He had severed the leg of one and the arm of another. The ghoul in the cloak stood in front of him. Breathing heavily, he examined Vincent and held his left shoulder, which had a large cut in it. He had lost his mask when he had been hit. The abilities of this ghoul were not in the least a challenge for Vincent, but at any rate far better than those of his friends, for whom he had hunted. Vincent had assumed as much, since it made sense that the strongest of the group of ghouls was sent out to get food for everyone.

With a pained face, the last surviving ghoul stared at Vincent, who stood casually with his hands in his trouser pockets and returned the look behind his gas mask indifferently.

"Why did you do that? What the hell did you want from us?" the injured man spat at him. With a groan, he pressed his hand to the wound on his shoulder, which seemed to be healing only slowly or not at all. Vincent was really disappointed by this first encounter, but admittedly it had only been a few poor street dogs that he had slaughtered.

The wounded ghoul took a few steps back until he hit the wall behind him. His eyes flicked back and forth between Vincent and the exit.

"What ward are you from? Are you part of the phoenix tree? You're pretty strong."

Vincent took a hand out of his pants pocket and made a dismissive gesture.

"I told you, I'm more like a tourist, I'm not from Tokyo." He pointed his index finger at the injured ghoul, who glared at him with panic and anger at the same time. "Good thing you didn't die right away like the other wimps. I'm assuming you're just a little light, but I'm sure you can tell me a few things, I'm still brand new in this town."

One of his tails formed on Vincent's tailbone and he let the large, bronze armor plates scrape the ground intimidatingly. The ghoul opposite him knew that he only had a chance of getting out of this situation by fleeing forward, at least that's what he thought. A red, fan-like growth with long spikes at the ends formed over his uninjured shoulder. The RC cells hardened and the spikes were aimed at Vincent. The next moment, the bombardment began, which the German ghoul easily parried by positioning his tail in front of himself with the armor plates facing his opponent. Without causing any damage, the crystal projectiles shattered against his defenses.

"You shouldn't waste the last of your strength like that, you..." Vincent began and almost laughed when he was surprised by the ghoul's speed and agility. The fire had only served as a distraction and to bring his kagune into a defensive and slower position. Ukaku users were considered to be the fastest of the man-eaters, but Vincent had assumed that there was not much more to expect from his remaining enemy due to his injuries. Apparently he had underestimated his opponent's will to survive.

With a long leap and the support of his wing, the injured ghoul leapt into the air and pushed off from the ceiling of the room. He flew through the air and shot over Vincent. He swiped at his opponent with his tail, but missed. With a roll, the fleeing ghoul landed behind him and immediately leapt back into the air. This allowed him to escape the wild swing of Vincent's tail, which crashed into the wall of the room without hitting its intended target. Everything shook briefly and dust trickled from the pipes and cables on the ceiling. Pieces of concrete and metal flew through the air. Cursing, the German ghoul whirled around and looked at his fleeing opponent. Actually, this room was not very suitable for someone like Vincent and his kagune. His tails were relatively slow for a bikaku user due to their heavy armor and thickness. He also had trouble maneuvering with them at full length in such a confined space.

The injured ghoul on the run grabbed the lintel of the doorway Vincent had broken open and deftly swung out into the dark corridor. The ghoul with the gas mask looked after the man who had actually managed to get past him, his robe fluttering and covered in blood. It wasn't really a bad thing if he managed to escape, but Vincent was angry at his own inability. However, he still had one ace up his sleeve. Vincent swung his tail through the air one last time. As he did so, he severed three of the round, bronze-colored segments that shot towards the fleeing man like large, shiny discs. Vincent had always trained the ability to cut off parts of his kagune and use these separated elements in battle.

One of the disks made of hardened RC cells smashed into the frame of the door and got stuck there. The second grazed the departing ghoul's kagune and severed a section of its fan-shaped wing. The third projectile, however, found its target perfectly and entered the enemy's back. With a startled cry, the ghoul staggered briefly, but did not fall. The next moment he had already reached the end of the corridor and turned into the unused rail tunnel.

Vincent would not try to catch up with him. His victim's injuries were severe, especially with the part of his kagune still clinging to his spine, but the ghoul seemed to be walking quite well. Besides, the German ghoul didn't really care about taking down the fugitive. He had achieved his goal of coming into contact with the ghouls on the streets of Tokyo and testing their strength. Noting that this was of course only the lowest level of the local ghoul population, Vincent nevertheless filed this encounter away as a distinct disappointment.

He would have liked to have exchanged a few more words with the ghoul and helped him with his kagune if he hadn't wanted to speak right from the start, but he would get more information about the structures of the ghouls in this town later.

Grumbling somewhat annoyed, Vincent dissolved his tail into a red haze and walked out of the room. As he did so, he took the opportunity to kick one of the dead ghouls with his boots and deliberately stomped on the white mask that the only survivor of the group had left behind.