Colored Hentai Story 1

Chapter 1: The Temptation of Invisibility

My name is Yuto Tamura, 20, a second-year student at a mediocre Tokyo university, plain-looking, 175 cm, so unremarkable no one spares me a glance. My life was dull until I bought a tattered black cloak at a flea market. The vendor whispered mysteriously, “This cloak makes you invisible to the world, but beware—it amplifies your desires.” Skeptical, I paid a few hundred yen and tried it on at home.

The moment I wore the cloak, the world shifted. On the street, no one saw me—not even dogs barked. I swiped a drink from a convenience store, and the clerk didn’t blink. The cloak truly made me “invisible,” unnoticed by all. A forbidden thrill surged—I could do anything without consequence.

My first target was Misaki Sato, 18, a high school freshman from the next class, petite, B-cup breasts, long black hair, always in a short skirt showing off pale thighs. I followed her into the girls’ restroom, unseen. Heart pounding, desire burning, I touched her ass—she didn’t react, humming while washing her hands. Bolder, I lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and licked her pussy, her juices dripping on my tongue. She shivered, thinking it a fluke. I dropped my pants, cock plunging into her tight pussy, her moans soft: “Mmm… what’s happening…” I fucked her to climax, cumming inside, then left. She adjusted her clothes, oblivious. Pleasure and guilt intertwined—I’d fallen into a taboo abyss.

Chapter 2: A Frenzy of Invisibility

The cloak became my secret weapon. I “hunted” schoolgirls—innocent underclassmen, sultry class reps, sporty short-haired girls. Unseen, I did as I pleased. In the library, I pinned Ayaka Yamamoto, a sophomore, against a bookshelf, kneading her D-cup breasts, fucking her ass, her stifled moans mistaken for imagination. In class, I bent Yuna Tanaka over a desk, teasing her clit with a vibrator, fucking her mouth, cumming down her throat—she wiped her lips, resuming homework. In the pool locker room, I tied up swim team’s Meiling Hayashi, whipped her ass, fucked her pussy, her squirting climax blamed on fatigue.

Each act drove me wild; the cloak made me unstoppable, but pleasure left emptiness. I grew addicted, targeting new girls daily, nearly every schoolgirl “tasted.” I used toys—handcuffs, anal plugs, shock wands—for thrills, even fucking girls in public hallways, their moans unheard. I felt like a god, blind to my growing darkness.

But one girl stood out—Airi Takahashi, 18, a high school freshman and literary club president. With gentle charm, chestnut bob hair, C-cup breasts, always in a white dress, she was angelic. She avoided gossip, reading alone, her eyes lonely. I touched her face once, cloaked, but her purity stopped me. For the first time, the cloak’s pleasure couldn’t fill my void.

Chapter 3: A Touch of Pure Love

Airi made me question myself. I kept using the cloak for lust, but seeing her read in the library or write poetry in the schoolyard stirred new feelings. I followed her, not for sex, but to know her. Her diary revealed loneliness and dreams of love, piercing my heart.

One day, I ditched the cloak, approaching her about a poetry book. She smiled, voice soft, “Yuto-kun, you like poetry too?” Her pure gaze stunned me. We chatted, her sharing her dream to be a poet. I hid the cloak’s truth, but her warmth shamed me.

That night, I dreamed of holding hands with Airi, not sex. I realized I loved her, not just desired her. But the cloak’s temptation was strong. Once, I cloaked, touched her breasts in the clubroom, licked her pussy, her moans unheard. I nearly fucked her, but her purity stopped me. I fled, hating my depravity.

Chapter 4: The Edge of Depravity

My actions spiraled. I used the cloak outside school, sneaking into dorms, fucking sleeping girls, cumming on their sheets. On trains, I fingered girls’ pussies, fucked their mouths, unnoticed. My desire was a beast, the cloak making me invincible, yet lost.

Airi was my only salvation. I tried normalcy, joining her literary club, helping with her poetry collection. She trusted me, saying, “Yuto-kun, you’re different—you get my loneliness.” I ached, unable to confess. Her diary read, “I think I like Yuto-kun, but he has secrets.” Guilt tore me apart.

Desperate, I cloaked one last time, sneaking into Airi’s room, licking her breasts, ready to fuck her. She woke, whispering, “Yuto-kun, is that you?” though she couldn’t see me. Shocked, I fled, the cloak’s power terrifying me for the first time.

Chapter 5: The Resolve for Redemption

Airi’s words broke me. The cloak had made me a monster, hurting countless girls, including her. I tried to abandon it, burning it, vowing normalcy. I stopped “hunting,” focusing on Airi, joining her poetry readings, coffee shop talks. She grew to love me, saying, “Yuto-kun, you make the world less lonely.”

But my past haunted. Misaki, a victim, suspected “attacks,” investigating. Rumors reached Airi, who asked, “Yuto-kun, did you do something bad?” I confessed the cloak, my assaults, including on her. She cried, “I thought you were different…” and ran. Heartbroken, I knew I had to atone.

I burned the cloak, apologizing to the schoolgirls vaguely, admitting wrongs. Rumors isolated me, but Airi returned, saying, “I hate what you did, but I see you trying to change.” She gave me a chance, and we rebuilt trust.

Chapter 6: The Abyss of Depravity

But Airi’s forgiveness didn’t change me. Her purity felt like a cage, and I craved the cloak’s limitless power. In my apartment, I found a surviving cloak fragment, still pulsing with magic. I sewed it into a new jacket, its invisibility restored. I abandoned Airi’s redemption, embracing the abyss of desire, vowing to become the eternal “Invisible King.”

I returned to school, no longer targeting single girls but entire groups. I infiltrated the girls’ dorm, orchestrating an “invisible orgy.” I chained a dozen schoolgirls—Misaki, Ayaka, Yuna, Meiling—in the dorm hall, stripping them naked, their wrists and ankles bound. Unseen, I whipped their asses, dripped hot wax on their breasts and pussies, zapped their clits and anuses with shock wands, their screams echoing. I fucked their pussies, mouths, and asses in turn, cumming across their bodies, juices and semen pooling on the floor. Misaki screamed, “Who… stop…” but their struggles only fueled me.

Airi, who’d nearly saved me, became my ultimate prize. I snuck into her room, chained her limbs, tore her white dress, and shoved a max-powered vibrator into her pussy. She moaned, “No… why…” as I licked her clit, fucked her ass with a 20cm dildo, and rammed my cock down her throat. She squirted, tears mixing with cum, oblivious to my identity. I whispered, “Airi, you’re my final trophy.” I carved a “Slave” tattoo on her, marking her as mine forever.

Unsated by school, I hunted Tokyo’s streets—girls’ schools, bathhouses, subways, even idol group backstages. I used remote anal plugs to make girls climax in public, shock collars to control them, and hosted “invisible orgies” in parks, fucking dozens to unconsciousness, cum and juices soaking the grass.

I bought a secret Tokyo building, transforming it into an “Invisible Paradise” to cage schoolgirls as my eternal sex slaves. I kidnapped Airi, locking her in a penthouse, tormenting her daily with whips, nipple clamps, shock wands, and enemas. She screamed, cried, but no one could save her—I was forever invisible. I tattooed lewd patterns across her body, making her my ultimate sex slave, moaning, “Master… I’m yours…”

I became Tokyo’s Dark King, the cloak making me invincible, my desires boundless. Yuto Tamura was gone, replaced by a depraved demon, forever lost in taboo pleasure, the schoolgirls’ moans my kingdom’s anthem. My paradise knows no end, with darkness and lust as my eternal throne.