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Reincarnated in Hajime No Ippo

Aspiring to become a boxer with almost no talent. Kenta went through blood, sweat and tears to have a chance at being known as a boxer, but... Luck wasn't on his side... The very first amateur boxing match of his career, Kenta suffered a very fatal injury to his knee. Everything he worked for tragically all went down the drain. 8 years of dedication just like that, went because of a injury. Ever since that moment in his life. Kenta dedication to the sport he loved, slowly died. But no matter what, he always hoped for a miracle. Hoping for a life changing event to happen, each year went past until Kenta finally acknowledge at the age of 28 that nothing was going to change. Just like that. Kenta worked a normal job barely scrapping living a normal life. To escape this painful reality, Kenta was lead towards the world of anime. Believing it to be disgusting at first, gradually Kenta came to love all sorts of anime ranging from Slice of life to Harem. But their was one specific anime that struck his heart deeply, Hajime no Ippo. An Anime that was based on his whole past dedication. Boxing I I I I I V Tags - Small Harem, No ruling System, Romance, MaybeNetori, comedy, HandsomeMc, KindMc, ChillMc, BadassMc, Smut, Lemons, R-18, Reincarnated, Hajime no Ippo and lastly, some drama. Warning - I do not own Hajime no Ippo neither the image, everything goes to its respectable writer/drawer.

TruckkunJr · アニメ·コミックス
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13 Chs

Chapter 10 - Inner demons

Woken from wetness on his face, Kenta sat up gradually. Instantly noticing the pouring down rain by the now dark black sky. It was time to go, so with one last shake of his head to get rid of sleep. Kenta stood up, stretched and walked along the path back to his apartment.

Before getting there though, Kenta came to a halt, yet soon after continued walking but this time to another direct not forgetting the lack of food in his home. Taking a right to his local shops and park.

Ten minutes after paying the clerk at the store, he left this time heading directly to his apartment. When he got their, Kenta gazed at the apartment complex that was two story with three different apartments on each floor.

Lucky enough for him, Kenta didn't really have to struggle financially. After the demise of both his parents, Kenta inherited quite a substantial amount of money. Enough he could live a regular life with little difficulty.

So the apartment complex Kenta raised himself in was decent, nothing lavish however it did it's job. No difficulty with fellow neighbours, landlord or thin walls. He didn't need to lay people out for breaching his privacy.

His apartment being on the second floor, Kenta walked up the wooden steps on the right of the complex. Than when he opened up the door in the middle engraved with the number 5, he straight away unpacked all essential.

Time flied and before he knew it, Kenta was seated on his couch, surrounded by a spotless environment watching some boxing for almost thirty minutes. Because of this, the time was 8:45pm. The perfect time for himself to get a shower before heading to bed.

Unfortunately, half way getting undressed, the bell to his door rang.

Kenta: 'Who would come at this late of a time?' Raising a brow, confusion was on his face. That was until he was directly infront the door and his face started to scrunch up.

Kenta: "I swear!!! if it's you takamura I'm gonna rip your dick from your body!!!" Hanking the door wide open out of pure anger, before he could through a straight to the person face. He heard a sweat yet shy voice, breaking him from his emotions.

???: "U-umm... Kenta-kun... Y-you don't have a top on..."

Instead of a man tall in height and wide like a lorry. There was a female, 5'6 in height, slim yet curvy with creamy pale skin, black long hair going to her midsection. Despite her fluffy purple coat trying to cover her body, it was fortunately/unfortunately not enough to cover her C cup breast and volumous body. The rain was truly heavenly sent.

Kenta: 'Stand down, Solider!' Mentally screaming to himself. Although Kenta thanked the heaven's for such a sight, it came at a cost.

Kenta Jr or Sr, was awoken from his slumper and ready to rumble. There was always some pro's and cons for being bless in that area.

So here was Kenta and Nyoko, opposite each other looking one another. One with a red face, steam erupting from their face and the other, had a blank expression seemingly gazing off in the distance. Seems she had noticed his brother from the few glances given to him and his chest.

Kenta: "So... Did you come to knock on my door to blantly gaze at me?" Spoken with a neutral voice, Kenta stared at the girl.

Shaken by his deep voice, which furthur made her feel hot in her core, Nyoko wasn't able to look him in the eyes but with some persuasion in her mind. Spoken while embarrassment evident in her voice, as much as she tried not to show it.

Nyoko: "A-am I allowed in?" Out of habit, she said this while fidgeting with her fingers.

Kenta: "Sure. Come in." Replied immediately

Stepping out the way, he gestured to come in with his right arm. Once she was in, Nyoko put her coat on the coat hanger near the door, showing the black, slight skin tight top and blue jeans. out of her eyes, out of curiosity, went everywhere in fascination, knowing this was the first time coming to another guys house.

She was quite surprised when she realised it was clean, no weird smell told by her friends. Yet actually smelt nice, like him... Like oranges and peaches with slight smell of manly musk, which caused her brain to malfunction. Whenever she got near his bed she got most of the smell.

Kenta: "If your hungry, I've got some food in the fridge. I'll be in the bath. The remote is on the couch if you want to watch some TV while I'm cleaning myself." Like their wasn't someone of the opposite in his house, Kenta took of his clothes except his pants and went in the bathroom.

While all the time showing on the outside his lack of effect from Nyoko's presence. Unlike him, Nyoko was silent, completely frozen in shock by seeing the almost complete naked form of Kenta's. Her hand subconsciously heading between her legs, wanting to pursue this feeling.

Luckily, Nyoko wasn't a women sway by pleasure. She caught her hand and sat down, turning on the TV. Hopeful to get her mind out of the gutter, still with this attempt, she couldn't push away the image of Kenta rubbing his muscles slowly. From his beautiful face down to his strong hips that would make the woman unable to walk for days on end.

Nyoko: 'W-W-What am I thinking! I shouldn't think of Kenta-kun like this! W-What would he think of me!' Hands on her, Nyoko shook her head trying to reason within her mind. But it was all for naught.

Nyoko: '...But, what's wrong with that~? T-To be connected with such a man~? H-How could such a fine specimen exist... Despite what I've been through... w-why does he make me soo horny~' Taking in steamy deep breathes, Nyoko eyes became foggy like she was in a trance, drool leaving her mouth.

Not known by the current riled up woman on the couch, but Kenta was going through similar feelings.

In a the bath currently, Kenta head was back staring at the ceiling. Nyoko's wet clothes sticking to her stayed in his mind like such a scene was forever cemented in his brain. All he wanted to do right there was pin her against the wall, grasp her waist and violate her until she was bouncing on his cock, moaning loudly in pure lust. Fuck, what he wanted to do to her until she collapsed unconsciously on him.

Still, he wasn't an arsehole. Despite having a couple of one night stands after winning some fights in his past life. He didn't really wanna mess something up cause he acted on his desires.

???: 'But what is wrong with that... kekeke~' A dark and ominous voice, whispered wickedly in his head.

Kenta erupted awake, his head turning every single direction, completely on guard after hearing the sinister voice. The previous horny Kenta switched immediately to fighter mode.

???: '...What's wrong? Someone scared you, K-e-n-t-a-kun~' This time the voice, mockingly teased inside his head.

And there it was again mocking him. It was successful as well, Kenta in the tub tightened his fist and out right demanded out loud. He was that angry, his eyes started to go blood shot.

Kenta: "Who is the one scared! I'll show you scared, you piece of shit! Come out and I'd show you who should be the one scared!" Seething in anger, Kenta shouting that much out of hatred, inhaled some air.

This time though, before replying instantly, it or whoever they were were quiet. Instead of cooling down, feeling insulted by not receiving a answer. Kenta's pride couldn't allow such a slight to him. That was until, he heard that familiar creepy voice, whispered like he was beside him.

???: ''The time will come when we shall meet... But not yet... The darkness in your heart isn't strong enough for us to fully meet... But for now... Have a good night~'

Since saying these last words, no matter the words Kenta said, the voice didn't return just utter quietness. So, Kenta cleaned himself up and got ready to go to bed in a white tank top and blue pants.

When he got outside, laying on the couch scrunched up was Nyoko, soundless asleep. Her chest slowly making a rhythm. Touching her soft skin, tracing from her temple to her soft pink lips, Kenta so wanted to lean down and claim them. As oppsoed to kissing her, he picked her up in a princess carry and put her in his bed, on the side against the wall.

Laying her alongside him, Kenta didn't take advantage of her and simply rolled over, showing his back to her. He didn't want her to make an misunderstanding of the situation, even so without him doing anything. It seemed like Nyoko was a cuddler at night and layed her cheek on his back, cuddling into his warm back.

Maybe he was too tired from training and two minutes after feeling the warmth given by Nyoko, Kenta went asleep blissfully. Everything went as planned, Nyoko opened her right eye checking Kenta and when confirming he was asleep she wrapped her arms around his stomach, causing her to fall into her own sleep, his warmth just quickening the process.