Hunter's Rise - Pupil Saga
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Chapter 60: Halloween Story
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 60: Halloween Story - The story takes place in a world relatively similar to the real-life but with monsters. The main character is a monster hunter called Zara Cromwell. She and other monster hunters gain superpowers through experiments to be able to fight stronger monsters in the future. Warning: the series showcases various kinks and fetishes.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Futanari Paranormal Furry Magic Vampires Were animal Zombies Incest Mother Son FemaleDom Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Black Female White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Fisting Lactation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Amputee BBW Big Breasts Body Modification Hairy Public Sex Size ENF
Zara was excited to say the very least. This was the final day of the course, and after this, only two days remained until the exam.
On top of that, the day itself was already special for two reasons: it was Halloween, and it was Artemis Argento’s one hundredth birthday.
To her surprise, the course didn’t start in the morning this time, but in the afternoon.
Her friends were already waiting for her in the park, as usual, though Xipil and Xan stood out immediately; they looked far more excited than everyone else.
“You two this hyped because it’s Halloween?” Zara asked with a grin. “I heard it’s basically a religious holiday for witches like you.”
“Indeed, Halloween is dear to us,” Xipil replied calmly, “but the real reason for our excitement is that we’ll be visiting the Metaphysical Defense Unit.”
“Oh, that’s the occult one, right?” Zara asked.
“It stands for many things,” Xan said, adjusting his posture, “but yes, occult is among them.”
“And it’s led by Yaraviel and her daughters,” Xipil added.
“Daughters?” Akemi raised an eyebrow. “But isn’t Yaraviel a nun?”
“They’re not her daughters in the traditional sense,” Xipil replied.
“But I did see a bunch of young nuns on open day,” Pixie chimed in. “And they all looked exactly like Yaraviel.”
Xipil smiled faintly. “She will explain it herself.”
“Not good,” Rina said as she sat back in Coco’s clown car.
“What’s wrong?” David asked while Coco was busy bouncing on his cock.
“Xena and her daughters are there as expected, but also the entire Winchester family.” Rina replied, “Not just the twins, but their daughters and granddaughters. That’s more than four hundred extra people that we have to knock out.”
“Inez’s poison is strong enough to knock them out,” David shrugged.
“Yes, but she can’t make enough for this. Plus, we don’t have hundreds of darts for the dart gun.”
“Then just be sneaky and kidnap the two main targets,” David offered.
“We can’t just sneak up on them. There are too many of them.”
Then she picked up her phone and called Ethan.
“Okay, it’s time to test it,” Rina said before she hung up the line.
“So, what now?”
“We go back to the base to pick up Inez and Ethan. He wants to test our special weapon through her.”
“Follow me, pupils,” Aritimi said as she stepped out of a portal and immediately began walking toward HQ across the park.
“So, we’re checking out Yaraviel’s stuff at headquarters?” Xipil asked as they followed her.
“I don’t know exactly what she has planned for you,” Aritimi replied as they passed through the entrance, “but she said her section of HQ is the only thing you’ll need for today. She also promised it would be something ... cool.”
“You’re not joining us?” Xan asked.
Aritimi shook her head. “I can’t. I have to stay here and keep an eye on Mom’s birthday celebration, and, more importantly, the announcement of her seat on the Council. Sadly, I can’t rely on my sisters for that. They’re far more interested in the party than the politics.”
They stopped near the receptionist’s desk.
“Wait here. I’ll let Yaraviel know you’ve arrived,” Aritimi said, then disappeared deeper into the building.
Normally, Zara and her friends would have found somewhere to sit, but the lobby was buzzing with activity. People hurried past in every direction, decorations were being carried around, and last-minute preparations were clearly in full swing. Standing still almost felt like being in the way.
Skeletina suddenly stopped short.
“Fred?” she asked in surprise as she bumped into her boyfriend.
“What are you doing here?” she added.
“Principal Venus sent us as a school project to help prepare for the party,” Fred replied. “Though I’m pretty sure they just wanted free labor.”
They laughed and quickly fell into conversation. Others followed suit, chatting among themselves, everyone except Zara, who stayed quiet, simply observing.
“All this trouble for a birthday,” a familiar voice said beside her.
Zara turned to see Artemis herself standing there, calmly sipping from a mug of fresh coffee.
“That’s why I usually don’t celebrate it,” Artemis continued casually. “Unless it’s a special number.”
The chatter around them died almost instantly as everyone realized who was standing nearby.
“Relax,” Artemis said with a shrug. “Just pretend I’m not here.”
“Oh, won’t you being here before the party ruin the surprise?” Zara asked.
“No,” Artemis shook her head. “I like knowing what kind of party they’re planning for me. I hate surprises. Surprises are dangerous at my age.”
Then she smiled faintly. “But enough about me. I hear your exam is in three days.”
“Yes,” Zara nodded. “I can’t wait to get it over with.”
“And after that?” Artemis asked.
Zara hesitated only a moment. “I don’t want to sound overambitious, but I want to become one of the top-tier hunters like your daughters or you.”
“No, that’s good,” Artemis said with a quiet chuckle. “Ambition is important. It’s the only reason I’m still here.”
“Alright, pupils,” Aritimi returned, now accompanied by a young nun. “Yaraviel is ready for you. She’ll take you the rest of the way.”
“I’m Sister Vesper Seraphina,” the nun introduced herself with a polite bow. “Please, follow me.”
“See you later, girls,” Artemis said, giving them a casual wave as they left. Then her eyes fell on Fred.
“Um ... good afternoon,” he said awkwardly as she gave him a strange look.
“Oh, sorry,” she replied, “You were just ... familiar. Did we meet somewhere earlier?”
“Y-yes,” he nodded, “I am Skeletina’s boyfriend. I was with the girls during the open day when your daughters invited them to that bus.”
“Oh, yeah,” Artemis nodded in realization, “You’ve seen me naked.”
He stayed silent.
“Ha ha! I hope I didn’t traumatize you too much.” She continued.
“No, of course not. You were ... I-I mean, you are hot,” he stuttered.
“Don’t play with my heart, young man,” she smirked, “It’s dangerous at my age.”
She then turned around and walked away.
Fred felt pretty awkward. But he had to admit that he didn’t lie. Artemis Argento looked like an older version of Aritimi, one of the hottest women ever on Earth. Of course, she was hot too, even at age one hundred.
He was about to continue carrying some boxes when two elderly ladies approached him. Viibly around Artemis’ age.
One of them had long, wavy white hair, and a pair of grey wings sprouting from her back as her augmentation. The other woman had vivid, blue eyes with an abnormally bright shade. Her grey hair was combed into a retro beehive style.
“Excuse me, young man,” the one with the wings said, “You were just talking to Missy, right?”
“Who?” he raised a brow. “Oh, you mean Artemis? Yeah. Why?”
“You two know each other? She looked pretty thrilled as she talked to you. I can tell this as one of her best friends,” she added. “Oh, my manners. Sorry, young man. I’m Cleo.”
“Agatha,” said the one with the beehive.
“I’m Fred.” He introduced himself. “We met earlier at the opening day of Hunter High, but that’s all.”
“Are you free today?” Cleo asked. “We would need some help from someone younger.”
“I ... I have to help here,” Fred responded.
“Agatha, go and tell them we need this young man for help,” Cleo said ... no, ordered it.
Meanwhile.
Vesper led the pupils deep into the building, farther than Zara expected, until they stopped before a massive reinforced door.
The plaque above it read: Metaphysical Defense Unit
“Sorry for the long walk,” Vesper said, placing her hand on a glass panel beside the door. “We have to personally authorize every entry today. Only Yaraviel is allowed inside, for safety reasons. But most days aren’t this hectic.”
A green light pulsed beneath her palm, and the door released with a soft metallic hiss.
“Wait,” Zara frowned. “If only Yaraviel can open it ... how did you do it?”
“Because I am Yaraviel,” Vesper replied, just as the heavy doors slid open.
Inside was like stepping into another world. Ancient bookshelves towered toward the ceiling, filled with cracked tomes and manuscripts. Strange artifacts, some glowing faintly, some disturbingly inert, rested in glass cases. The air felt dense.
At the center of the room stood Yaraviel herself, examining a massive crimson-bound book. Around her moved a small army of nuns, all busy with tasks. Every single one of them looked like a younger version of her.
“Welcome, everyone,” Yaraviel said warmly, closing the book. “I see you’ve met Vesper. Allow me to introduce the rest of my team.”
One by one, she presented the nuns: Sacrament, Arcana, Hosanna, Benedicta, Evangeline, Mariel, Gloria, Rosary, Piety, Sermon, and Vigil.
“We were actually just talking about the nature of your ‘daughters,’ as you call them,” Xipil said after the greetings. “I think you should clarify it for our friends.”
“Oh yes, of course.” Yaraviel smiled. “As you might guess, I have no biological children. I have never so much as touched a man. These girls are not my daughters.”
She gestured around the room.
“They are me.”
“They’re clones?” Akemi asked.
“Not in the laboratory sense,” Yaraviel replied. “They’re quantum copies of my past selves. I summoned them using my Quantum Quail augmentation. Each of them is me from an earlier point in my life.”
“And the HSA provides them full legal identity,” she added lightly. “So, they are recognized as independent citizens.”
“That’s ... actually really cool,” Zara said.
“Careful,” Yaraviel chuckled softly. “You’ll tempt me into the sin of pride.”
“And what do you have planned for us today?” Xipil asked, all but vibrating with curiosity.
“Something fitting for Halloween,” Yaraviel said, resting a hand on the enormous red tome. Her smile turned just a shade darker. “A horror story.”
Fred felt really weird.
Those two old hags brought him into a special room in the building’s safest zone. It looked like a bedroom. Likely, it was designed to be used for a long time in case of an attack.
“What’s going on, girls?” he heard Artemis’ voice as she was led into the room by Cleo and Agatha.
“What the...?” Artemis gasped as she noticed Fred standing beside the bed.
“Happy birthday!!!” the two elderly women shouted while closing the door behind her. Agatha even locked it.
“Okay, seriously, girls,” Artemis pinched the bridge of her nose, “You gotta be kidding me.”
“Huh! We managed to surprise you!” Cleo exclaimed.
“Go on, birthday girl,” Agatha tapped her shoulder, “Open your gift.”
“Girls ... he is eight decades younger than me,” Artemis said, although a small smirk played on her lips.
“And? He is above eighteen, so it’s fine,” Cleo shrugged.
“But he has a girlfriend,” Artemis replied.
“Don’t worry about that,” Fred said, “She won’t mind it.”
Indeed, they already agreed that if the Argentos want him (or her) to participate in something, they better be okay with it to avoid any issues with that perverted and powerful family.
Although not the Argentos asked him to do that, he chose to comply since he didn’t want to reject a Council member.
“A horror story?” Zara glanced at the enormous book in front of them. It was nearly as tall as a person and almost absurdly thick.
“We’re reading scary stories?” Pixie asked hopefully.
“No,” Yaraviel replied. “You won’t be reading about a scary adventure. You’ll be experiencing one. This isn’t just a book.”
Xipil’s eyes lit up instantly. “It’s enchanted. I can feel the occult energy pouring off of it.”
“I can feel it too,” Xan added, equally intrigued.
“Correct,” Yaraviel nodded. “This tome is ... unique. You can physically enter the stories written inside.”
She gestured to a massive screen mounted on the wall, connected to the pedestal beneath the book by thick cables.
“We can observe everything that happens to you inside in real time.”
“Cool!” Zara grinned. “So where did you get something like this?”
“We confiscated it from the black market,” Yaraviel replied. “Fortunately, there was a powerful magical lock on it, so it hadn’t fallen into dangerous hands yet.”
“And what was it made for?” Akemi asked.
“We’re not entirely sure,” Yaraviel admitted. “Possibly as a simulation tool or perhaps simply as a very immersive form of entertainment.”
Her expression shifted into a faintly mischievous smile.
“So then ... who wants to be first?”
“I volunteer,” Akemi said, raising her hand.
“Excellent,” Yaraviel nodded, handing her a sheet of paper. “Choose a story you’d like to experience. These are the titles and a short synopsis for each.”
“Hmm, let’s see...” Akemi murmured, scanning the list. “Tokyo Incident? I haven’t seen Tokyo in a while. Let’s go with this one.”
“Very well,” Yaraviel said, glancing at the corresponding note. “Page seventy.”
Her copies immediately began turning the massive pages until they found the one she mentioned. At the top of the spread, in bold, clear letters, the title Tokyo Incident appeared. Below it, however, the text was written in a strange, ancient script that none of them could recognize.
“Place your hand on the page and relax,” Yaraviel instructed gently.
Akemi nodded and pressed her palm against the parchment.
The strange letters began to hum softly, vibrating across the page. Then they lifted, peeling themselves free like living ink, spiraling upward in a cyclone of glowing symbols that wrapped around Akemi. Before she could gasp, the swirling script pulled her downward, swallowing her into the book as if the paper had turned to liquid.
A second later, the large viewing screen flickered to life.
Akemi appeared on the screen.
She was standing in a school hallway, a Japanese one.
She was also wearing a Japanese school uniform.
The uniform was clearly too small for her. She wasn’t very busty, but the shirt was so tight that the buttons started straining as if they were seconds away from popping off. Her skirt was so short that even the slightest movement threatened to expose everything.
She started down the hallway, carefully tiptoeing toward a nearby room. It looked like a history teacher’s office, old photographs on the walls, dusty documents, strange trinkets scattered around, but something immediately caught Akemi’s attention.
A katana mounted above the desk.
“Nice sword,” Zara commented from outside, watching the screen. “I always wanted to take down monsters with a sword. You know ... the classy way.”
Akemi took it from the wall, gave it a few experimental swings, and nodded to herself. “Mmm, feels good. Probably just a replica, though.”
Suddenly, a scream echoed through the halls.
“Looks like the story just started,” Akemi grinned, gripping the katana like a trained samurai before sprinting toward the noise.
She blasted the classroom door open with her telekinetic power, expecting terrified students in need of saving.
Instead ... she ran straight into a trap.
A group of schoolgirls stood inside wearing the same uniform as her, but everything about them was wrong. Their skin had an unnatural tint, their hair hung greasy and lifeless, dirt clung to them, and their eyes were completely empty. One of them repeated the earlier scream, this time mockingly.
“You think I’m scared of a couple of zombies?” Akemi smirked, dropping into a battle stance.
The zombie girls lunged without hesitation.
Akemi cut through them without mercy.
“Piece of cake,” she laughed. “Way easier when you know they’re not real.”
“Hmm, maybe we should have mentioned that the people inside are actually real victims trapped in the book,” Yaraviel said thoughtfully.
“What?!” Zara and several girls shouted in horror.
“Just kidding,” Yaraviel and her copies said in perfect unison, chuckling. “They’re simulations.”
Minutes passed as Akemi tore her way through hordes of zombie girls, boys, teachers, and even a towering, bloated zombie twice her height. She bisected it cleanly, breathing heavily yet exhilarated.
“I feel like a real samurai,” she panted.
“She’s probably close to the end,” Zara said.
“Not quite,” Yaraviel replied calmly. “There’s a twist coming.”
On screen, Akemi stepped into the schoolyard, drenched in zombie gore ... when a huge shadow passed overhead.
A massive flying saucer appeared.
“A UFO. Seriously?” Akemi sighed, right before a beam of light yanked her from the ground.
The scene changed.
Now she was lying naked on a metal table, surrounded by classic movie-style grey aliens, their huge black eyes staring curiously down at her.
One of them reached between her legs, probing her asshole with a thick, glowing finger.
Akemi’s eyes snapped open.
For a split second, the aliens chirped to each other in excited little squeaks, preparing scalpels and strange glowing tools.
With a flick of her fingers, an invisible force blasted outward. The greys went flying like rag dolls, slamming into walls, ceiling, and equipment. Panic broke out among the little creatures as Akemi sat up, ripping free whatever restraints they’d tried to use.
“Yeah, no. We’re not doing the probing thing,” she growled.
What followed was less a fight and more a massacre. Akemi stormed through the saucer, telekinetically flinging aliens into consoles, snapping their tools in half midair, and turning their advanced technology into exploding debris. Sparks burst. Alarms wailed. The ship lurched violently.
Outside, everyone watching on the screen saw it, the great shining saucer spiraling out of control, smoke trailing behind it before it plummeted toward a wide, grassy field.
It hit the ground like a meteor.
For a moment, the wreckage smoldered in silence.
Then a slab of twisted metal shifted.
Akemi crawled out, covered in soot, slightly shaking, but very much alive. She dusted herself off, straightened herself with dignity, and giant glowing letters materialized in the sky above her.
THE END
Before she could even swear at it, the world shattered like glass.
A second later, Akemi stumbled backward out of the book in the real world, landing on her feet, fully dressed back in her normal clothes as if nothing had happened.
“Noz bad, but next time, warn me about the probing,” Akemi gave Yaraviel a thumbs up.
“Who’s next?” the nun asked, but this time, pretty much each pupil was ready to try.
Meanwhile, in the emergency bedroom.
Fred undressed and placed his clothes on a chair while Artemis and her friends got ready. His cock was throbbing already from both excitement and stress.
He turned around, and now all three of the elderly ladies were naked.
Fred was facing three pairs of very saggy breasts.
Artemis looked the best among the trio. She looked like what elderly Aritimi would look like, which immediately made his cock pulse again for the women’s joy.
Cleo had a similarly fit physique to Artemis; she probably looked like an athlete when she was younger. Her breasts were sagging to her navel, pointing at the floor. But she radiated some kind of confidence that most elderly people wouldn’t have when facing a younger person.
Agatha had a softer build. She wasn’t obese, but she definitely had more meat on her bones than the other two. Her skin was as pale as Cleo’s. Her breasts were much bigger, but this just meant that instead of sagging to her navel, they sagged past her hips. She also had a visibly thick bush of grey pubic hair.
Fred’s eyes were drawn to Artemis’ pussy, which was almost completely bald, save for a small patch of crescent-shaped white hair.
Her friends guided Artemis to the bed and sat down with her between them.
Fred approached them. His expression was a bit still awkward, but they didn’t notice that since their eyes were glued to Fred’s erection.
“I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen such a young and big cock,” Agatha said, her mouth almost watering.
“Well, you don’t even remember where we parked this morning, so that means nothing,” Cleo said with a chuckle, then she looked up at Fred. “Young man, did you ever fuck a woman who was much older than you?”
“Um ... the oldest girl I ever was with is twenty years old,” he answered.
“Well, I was twenty ... eighty years ago,” Artemis giggled awkwardly, like a teen girl on her first date. “And believe it not, you and I are the youngest people in this room.”
“What?” Fred gave them a puzzled look.
“I’m one hundred and twelve,” Cleo said. “And Agatha is even older.”
“I’m one hundred and thirty-seven,” Agatha murmured, tracing a fingertip along Fred’s thigh. “Artemis is practically a spring chicken at one hundred.”
Fred was dumbfounded. He thought Artemis looked good for her age, but these two look even better, considering how much older they are.
“Wow ... that’s impressive,” he nodded.
“Now it’s time to unwrap your present, Missy,” Cleo said, pointing at Fred’s cock.
Artemis reached out with a trembling hand and gently placed it on Fred’s member. She did it so lightly, he barely felt it.
Slowly, she pulled back the loose skin of his cock with an almost reverent touch, revealing the flushed, sensitive head beneath. Her fingers, knuckles slightly knotted with age, explored him with deliberate curiosity, tracing the thick veins along his shaft like she was memorizing him.
A soft breath escaped her lips. “Still feels the same,” she murmured, mostly to herself.
Cleo grabbed the back of her head and slowly guided it toward Fred’s cock, her lips brushing against the tip with the faintest tremor. She hesitated, just for a second, before taking him fully into her mouth in one slow, practiced motion. Fred gasped as her tongue, surprisingly dexterous despite her age, swirled around his shaft in precise, rhythmic strokes.
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