InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lolita: Sesshomaru and Rin ❯ Nymphets ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: animetributes 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.04.2016 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 400 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.04.2016 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 400 | Status: Completed
(A/N: Note that Sesshomaru is playing Humbert; he is insane. Very
insane. He is not a reliable narrator. He is recalling events from
his perspective; but please keep in mind his point of view is not
always accurate. Start from Sesshomaru's P.O.V.)
There may never have been a Lolita at all if I had never been drawn to a certain pre-teen girl. One word. One name for one girl. Legally, she is Rin; but in my eyes, she is and always will be my Lolita.
I was born with, as some may say, a silver spoon in my mouth; my father owned a successful hotel in Riviera. His father and grandfathers before him had sold wine, jewels, and silk; the family fortune seemed to never run out. My mother died when I was three. I search and search but I can't find a single trace of her memory even in the very depths of my mind; which is something you may not be able to stand.
That is because I am currently writing this in jail.
But before everything, I was just a spoiled, happy, pampered rich kid who everyone adored. My father re-married a woman named Izayoi shortly after mother's passing, and she gave birth to my half-brother Inuyasha.
He grew up to be an obnoxious troublemaker while I attended the best private schools and got perfect marks. We seldom saw each other, and when we did, we hardly spoke.
Then came Kagura. Her parents were old friends of my father's, and they had rented a villa not far from father's hotel. I hated her parents; and so we often ventured far away to spend time together.
We used to just lay there talking about whatever we could think of; her boldness always made for intriguing conversation. She wanted to be a dancer; back then, I wanted to be a famous spy. And it seems that out of nowhere, we fell in love. Kagura was my first, my last, my everything.
Despite how young we were, we both had immense desire for one another but were under constant surveillance. After many failed escape attempts, we finally made love at night in her private garden because we were allowed to be out of earshot but not out of sight of the populous part.
Kagura had been hiding something from me though; her heart condition. Apparently, it had been giving her trouble since the day that she was born; and she was growing weaker and weaker by the day. I didn't know until my father came to inform me that she had passed away. Death had stolen her from me for eternity.
When I visualize Kagura, I see her clearly, whether my eyes are closed or open. I can vividly make out her jet black hair, her ruby red eyes, and plump red lips. But when I visualize Lolita, I can only see a ghostly replica.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know now that in a certain way, Lolita began with Kagura because I broke the spell that she had on me by incarnating her in another.
The shock of her death affected me so much that I did not engage in any relationships throughout my entire teenage years. Even after her death, I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Before she died, we would often have the same dreams. If only Rin had loved me the same way.
My youth flew by quickly; in college, I settled with one-night stands and prostitutes. I majored in English and found a job teaching for a school of boys. Now and then, I took advantage of the alliances I had formed throughout the years to visit various institutions such as orphanages and reform schools where I could admire the pre-pubescent girls.
I discovered those creatures called "nymphets".
Between the ages of nine and fourteen there are females who reveal to certain adults that may be twice or three times older than they are, their true nature. Their true nature is not human, but "nymphic".
Not all female children are nymphets. In fact, the number of nymphets in comparison to normal children is strikingly inferior. A normal man asked to point out the prettiest one in a group of girls will not necessarily choose the nymphet among them. You must be artistic to some degree; insane to some degree; and passionate in order to recognize the little demon among the wholesome children. She herself is completely unaware of her powers.
Furthermore, there must be an age gap of no less than ten years between the man and the girl in order for the man to fall for the nymphet's spell. A nymphet bewitches a man into thrilling at the contrast; she makes a man lustful for the fact that the man is much, much more powerful than the girl.
Back when we were both children, my Kagura was not a nymphet for me because I was her equal; we complemented each other, taught each other, worked together, and we were partners. I was not her dominant that was free to do whatever I chose to with her.
As I grew older, Kagura stayed a child. She haunted me as the same child that she was before her death no matter how much older I got.
I'd sit on park benches, admiring the nymphets around me, all while pretending to be immersed in a book. Let them play around me and never grow older.
Unfortunately, I never thought about what became of those nymphets later. I never thought about how what I stole from them affected their future. I had possessed her, and she didn't know it. But that didn't mean that she wouldn't find out later.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
" A hundred euros." She replied melodiously with the voice of a very bird when I asked her price.
Her name was Koharu, a hooker that I had met who hardly came up to my chest. She had a round, dimpled face with cute little freckles and wore a tight-fitting tailored dress sheathing in pearl-grey, her young body she still retained. She had lovely dark hair which she wore in a bun, just like Kagura used to do. A young girl no older than eleven, she echoed nymphic radiance.
I tried to haggle the price with her.
"Ah...too bad." she said, and made as if to move away. I decided to not trouble her with haggling, and she led me up the steep stairs to the abject room.
She asked for her little gift right away. By then, I was pretty familiar with the way of the streetwalkers. They all answer "eighteen" when asked about their age; a lie that they tell about ten times a day. Poor things. Usually they're only adding two or so years to their actual age; but in Koharu's case I knew she was adding much more than that.
She shed her clothes rapidly, and for a moment, stood partly wrapped in the gauze of the window curtain in infantile pleasure. I examined her small hands and noticed her grubby fingernails.
"Yes, they're not very good." She said with a naive frown and headed to the wash-basin.
I stopped her. "It does not matter."
And it truly did not matter. With her luminous brown eyes and ivory skin, she was perfectly charming. In fact, I must admit, that among the eighty or so "cranes" that I had with me, she was the only one that gave me even a pang of pleasure.
Next day, I asked for another, more elaborate assignment and we returned to the same room.
"You are very pretty." I commented.
Koharu blushed. "You are very kind to say that." She replied demurely. Then she noticed her reflection in the mirror and asked if she should remove the layer of red from her lips before we lay down in case I planned to kiss her.
Of course I planned to kiss her. I let myself go with her more completely than I had with any young girl before. She looked tremendously pleased with the bonus of fifty that I gave her as she trotted out.
"I'm gonna go get myself some stockings!" she exploded with glee.
I had a date with her the next day in my room but it was less successful. She seemed to have grown into a woman overnight. I canceled a fourth assignment because of a cold that I had caught from her. I wasn't really sorry to break an emotional series that threatened to burden me with fantasies and then peter out in dull disappointment.
Later, an advertisement in a magazine landed me in an office; the owner of the place offered me to choose from a collection of photographs in a dirty album.
"Look at this beautiful brunette right here!" He said. I pushed the album away and told him exactly what I wanted. At first he looked ready to push me away, but after asking me what price I was willing to pay, he condescended to put me in touch with someone who could arrange the matter.
The next day, a grotesque, fat woman took me to what was apparently her own house and after kissing the bunched tips of her fat fingers to signify the "quality of her merchandise", theatrically drew aside a curtain to reveal what I judged was that part of the room where a large family usually slept in.
It was now empty save for a monstrously plump girl of at least fifteen with black braids. I shook my head and tried to shuffle out of the place; the woman began removing the dingy woolen jersey from the young girl's torso. When she saw I was still determined to leave, she demanded her money.
A door at the end of the room was opened and two men who had been dining in the kitchen joined in the squabble.
"He used to work for the police!" The angry woman said to me, pointing at one of the men. "You'd better do as you're told!"
I went up to the fifteen year old girl who had been behind the curtain. She was quietly brushing the hair of a porcelain doll. With a surge of pity, I thrust a banknote into her indifferent hand and left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Soon after, for my own safety, I decided that I should get married. It occurred to me that regular hours, home-cooked meals, and all the conventions of marriage along with routine bedroom activities and maybe the eventual development of certain moral values might help me, if not at least get rid of my dangerous desires.
A little money had come my way after my father's death, and I am a good looking man. I was well aware that at the snap of my fingers, I could have any adult female that I wanted.
After considerable deliberation, I settled on the daughter of a Polish doctor who was treating me for spells of dizziness. We would play chess and his daughter would watch me from behind her painting easel.
If I had a taste for flashy ladies, I could've found someone far more fascinating than Kagome; but I was always stupid in the matters of sex.
I told myself that I was just looking for a soothing presence, but what really attracted me to Kagome was her childlike nature. Although she was in her late twenties, she had a youthful look to her as if she was still about fifteen or fourteen. Her eyes sparkled like that of an innocent pre-teen girl. Her outlook on life was extremely idealistic like she had been born yesterday. Somehow, well into her twenties, she had attained the nature of an innocent, cheerful, naive pre-teen girl.
In a way, I was still satisfying my desire for nymphets.
There may never have been a Lolita at all if I had never been drawn to a certain pre-teen girl. One word. One name for one girl. Legally, she is Rin; but in my eyes, she is and always will be my Lolita.
I was born with, as some may say, a silver spoon in my mouth; my father owned a successful hotel in Riviera. His father and grandfathers before him had sold wine, jewels, and silk; the family fortune seemed to never run out. My mother died when I was three. I search and search but I can't find a single trace of her memory even in the very depths of my mind; which is something you may not be able to stand.
That is because I am currently writing this in jail.
But before everything, I was just a spoiled, happy, pampered rich kid who everyone adored. My father re-married a woman named Izayoi shortly after mother's passing, and she gave birth to my half-brother Inuyasha.
He grew up to be an obnoxious troublemaker while I attended the best private schools and got perfect marks. We seldom saw each other, and when we did, we hardly spoke.
Then came Kagura. Her parents were old friends of my father's, and they had rented a villa not far from father's hotel. I hated her parents; and so we often ventured far away to spend time together.
We used to just lay there talking about whatever we could think of; her boldness always made for intriguing conversation. She wanted to be a dancer; back then, I wanted to be a famous spy. And it seems that out of nowhere, we fell in love. Kagura was my first, my last, my everything.
Despite how young we were, we both had immense desire for one another but were under constant surveillance. After many failed escape attempts, we finally made love at night in her private garden because we were allowed to be out of earshot but not out of sight of the populous part.
Kagura had been hiding something from me though; her heart condition. Apparently, it had been giving her trouble since the day that she was born; and she was growing weaker and weaker by the day. I didn't know until my father came to inform me that she had passed away. Death had stolen her from me for eternity.
When I visualize Kagura, I see her clearly, whether my eyes are closed or open. I can vividly make out her jet black hair, her ruby red eyes, and plump red lips. But when I visualize Lolita, I can only see a ghostly replica.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know now that in a certain way, Lolita began with Kagura because I broke the spell that she had on me by incarnating her in another.
The shock of her death affected me so much that I did not engage in any relationships throughout my entire teenage years. Even after her death, I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Before she died, we would often have the same dreams. If only Rin had loved me the same way.
My youth flew by quickly; in college, I settled with one-night stands and prostitutes. I majored in English and found a job teaching for a school of boys. Now and then, I took advantage of the alliances I had formed throughout the years to visit various institutions such as orphanages and reform schools where I could admire the pre-pubescent girls.
I discovered those creatures called "nymphets".
Between the ages of nine and fourteen there are females who reveal to certain adults that may be twice or three times older than they are, their true nature. Their true nature is not human, but "nymphic".
Not all female children are nymphets. In fact, the number of nymphets in comparison to normal children is strikingly inferior. A normal man asked to point out the prettiest one in a group of girls will not necessarily choose the nymphet among them. You must be artistic to some degree; insane to some degree; and passionate in order to recognize the little demon among the wholesome children. She herself is completely unaware of her powers.
Furthermore, there must be an age gap of no less than ten years between the man and the girl in order for the man to fall for the nymphet's spell. A nymphet bewitches a man into thrilling at the contrast; she makes a man lustful for the fact that the man is much, much more powerful than the girl.
Back when we were both children, my Kagura was not a nymphet for me because I was her equal; we complemented each other, taught each other, worked together, and we were partners. I was not her dominant that was free to do whatever I chose to with her.
As I grew older, Kagura stayed a child. She haunted me as the same child that she was before her death no matter how much older I got.
I'd sit on park benches, admiring the nymphets around me, all while pretending to be immersed in a book. Let them play around me and never grow older.
Unfortunately, I never thought about what became of those nymphets later. I never thought about how what I stole from them affected their future. I had possessed her, and she didn't know it. But that didn't mean that she wouldn't find out later.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
" A hundred euros." She replied melodiously with the voice of a very bird when I asked her price.
Her name was Koharu, a hooker that I had met who hardly came up to my chest. She had a round, dimpled face with cute little freckles and wore a tight-fitting tailored dress sheathing in pearl-grey, her young body she still retained. She had lovely dark hair which she wore in a bun, just like Kagura used to do. A young girl no older than eleven, she echoed nymphic radiance.
I tried to haggle the price with her.
"Ah...too bad." she said, and made as if to move away. I decided to not trouble her with haggling, and she led me up the steep stairs to the abject room.
She asked for her little gift right away. By then, I was pretty familiar with the way of the streetwalkers. They all answer "eighteen" when asked about their age; a lie that they tell about ten times a day. Poor things. Usually they're only adding two or so years to their actual age; but in Koharu's case I knew she was adding much more than that.
She shed her clothes rapidly, and for a moment, stood partly wrapped in the gauze of the window curtain in infantile pleasure. I examined her small hands and noticed her grubby fingernails.
"Yes, they're not very good." She said with a naive frown and headed to the wash-basin.
I stopped her. "It does not matter."
And it truly did not matter. With her luminous brown eyes and ivory skin, she was perfectly charming. In fact, I must admit, that among the eighty or so "cranes" that I had with me, she was the only one that gave me even a pang of pleasure.
Next day, I asked for another, more elaborate assignment and we returned to the same room.
"You are very pretty." I commented.
Koharu blushed. "You are very kind to say that." She replied demurely. Then she noticed her reflection in the mirror and asked if she should remove the layer of red from her lips before we lay down in case I planned to kiss her.
Of course I planned to kiss her. I let myself go with her more completely than I had with any young girl before. She looked tremendously pleased with the bonus of fifty that I gave her as she trotted out.
"I'm gonna go get myself some stockings!" she exploded with glee.
I had a date with her the next day in my room but it was less successful. She seemed to have grown into a woman overnight. I canceled a fourth assignment because of a cold that I had caught from her. I wasn't really sorry to break an emotional series that threatened to burden me with fantasies and then peter out in dull disappointment.
Later, an advertisement in a magazine landed me in an office; the owner of the place offered me to choose from a collection of photographs in a dirty album.
"Look at this beautiful brunette right here!" He said. I pushed the album away and told him exactly what I wanted. At first he looked ready to push me away, but after asking me what price I was willing to pay, he condescended to put me in touch with someone who could arrange the matter.
The next day, a grotesque, fat woman took me to what was apparently her own house and after kissing the bunched tips of her fat fingers to signify the "quality of her merchandise", theatrically drew aside a curtain to reveal what I judged was that part of the room where a large family usually slept in.
It was now empty save for a monstrously plump girl of at least fifteen with black braids. I shook my head and tried to shuffle out of the place; the woman began removing the dingy woolen jersey from the young girl's torso. When she saw I was still determined to leave, she demanded her money.
A door at the end of the room was opened and two men who had been dining in the kitchen joined in the squabble.
"He used to work for the police!" The angry woman said to me, pointing at one of the men. "You'd better do as you're told!"
I went up to the fifteen year old girl who had been behind the curtain. She was quietly brushing the hair of a porcelain doll. With a surge of pity, I thrust a banknote into her indifferent hand and left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Soon after, for my own safety, I decided that I should get married. It occurred to me that regular hours, home-cooked meals, and all the conventions of marriage along with routine bedroom activities and maybe the eventual development of certain moral values might help me, if not at least get rid of my dangerous desires.
A little money had come my way after my father's death, and I am a good looking man. I was well aware that at the snap of my fingers, I could have any adult female that I wanted.
After considerable deliberation, I settled on the daughter of a Polish doctor who was treating me for spells of dizziness. We would play chess and his daughter would watch me from behind her painting easel.
If I had a taste for flashy ladies, I could've found someone far more fascinating than Kagome; but I was always stupid in the matters of sex.
I told myself that I was just looking for a soothing presence, but what really attracted me to Kagome was her childlike nature. Although she was in her late twenties, she had a youthful look to her as if she was still about fifteen or fourteen. Her eyes sparkled like that of an innocent pre-teen girl. Her outlook on life was extremely idealistic like she had been born yesterday. Somehow, well into her twenties, she had attained the nature of an innocent, cheerful, naive pre-teen girl.
In a way, I was still satisfying my desire for nymphets.