WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, animes and mangas, franchises, writers etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. All characters depicted in this fiction are over 18 years of age, even if depicted or referenced as otherwise in their original source material. I do not own One-Punch Man or any of its characters. I am making no money as a result of the writing of this story.
Starring: Fubuki (One-Punch Man), Tatsumaki (One-Punch Man)
Mansion of Waifus -- Chapter 1
An erotic manga/anime fan-fiction story.
by DaxG2001
Codes: Cons, MF, MFF, Oral, anal, incest.
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Uncle Jeremiah was certainly the 'creepy weird Uncle' that sounded like something right out of a movie. Rich, but his exact wealth (and how he came by it) shrouded in mystery. A recluse, staying by himself and avoiding contact with family. Suspected eccentric and apparent self-proclaimed inventor. Reports of loud noises, banging of metal, and sparks from wielding heard going on late into the night. He avoided the rest of the world it seemed, and with his estate behind high metal fences the wider community stayed clear.
Yet he was family to Malcolm, and Malcolm considered it very rude to ignore a family member -- although in his family he was the only one who tried reaching out to this odd Uncle. He always sent a Christmas card, always sent an invite to family gatherings and birthday parties. Even though he never got a single response back, and the phone line to Jeremiah's house was always suspiciously out of service. It didn't stop Malcolm from trying through. He always thought that if the roles were reversed, surely he'd appreciate family reaching out to him, right?
It appeared Jeremiah actually did. Passing away after a sudden suspected heart attack, only discovered when the delivery man dropping off the week's groceries found last week's crate still there, and investigated. Many had assumed the estate would be all auctioned off. Instead, almost as if he'd planned it all out, when it came to checking his affairs all the paper work was clear and ready to be carried out. Everything left to Malcolm. The mansion, the land, all the possessions and all the accumulated wealth. A good deed going a long way it seemed. Naturally, Malcolm quit his job there and then, packed his things, and headed off to his new home. Having no idea what secrets waited inside for him.
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"Here we have it then..." Malcolm said to himself. The sat-nav App on his phone leading him right up to the door of mansion. The gates to the estate opened by a key code the delivery men knew -- perhaps he'd have to change that going forward, but that could wait for another time. For now he parked up, unpacking his suitcase and satchel with his "prized" favourite volumes of manga and anime DVDs to sling it over his shoulder. Locking the car as he walked up the steps to the imposing front door of his new home, opening it up with a fittingly old metal key.
Malcolm was more the kind of man who stood out for not standing out. Baggy, plain clothes often with shirts of whatever popular meme or anime was on the go. Glasses and messy black hair. Handsome enough but never caring enough about his appearance to get that second look. Same going for his average body -- he could stand to lose a couple pounds here and there. Not helped much by him deciding to spend his free time indoors either on games or on the computer, reading manga or watching anime streams. He'd sailed through school of course being quite the bookworm, and avoided most of the social clubs and functions that most would have given an arm to be invited to. There was some jealously around the fact that he was a familiar study buddy for the literal girl next door, the school's Cheerleader Captain and all around Prom Queen but that was all they were -- friends. Some suspected friend-zone, others that he just never had the guts to ask. Truthfully he just had never thought of her that way, despite what others claimed.
He was a long way from home now to say the least. Stepping into the grand front hall that looked something out of a movie. Lavish paintings on the walls, expensive furniture lining the halls, one of a kind looking ornaments on podiums and even the carpet looked like it had rarely been stepped on. He could certainly get used to living in a place like this.
Which brought a thought to his mind as he headed forward, pushing open a door to peer along a corridor to what looked to be a kitchen at a far end. The place was spotless, give or take the period it's taken to settle legal matters and all that. However, according to all public records no one has ever been on the payroll for this mansion while Uncle Jeremiah was alive. No butlers, no gardeners, no chefs and not even any know payment to any window cleaners or similar. And this place was huge just from the main mansion alone, never mind the grounds and garden out back! There was no way that one man, especially one of his advancing years as Jeremiah was, could have possibly kept up the up keep of this place.
Getting to look around the place gave Malcolm the hope as to answers to several questions. Who really was Jeremiah? How did he become so wealthy? What kind of inventions did he come up with? How did he keep this mansion looking so great over all these years? Those questions and so many others. Malcolm was looking forward to investigating the barn-like building out back to see what devices awaited him there.
The plan now was to get settled in to his surroundings and then poke around the building some more, having been told of the rough lay-out of the place by those who had confirmed his Uncle's death by natural causes. Or at least, that had been the plan. As he headed up the central staircase he looked back down to the ground floor just checking around the place. He paused, doing a double take. Some sort small pad on the wall against the stairs. Attached to it, with a cable sunk into the wall. Most certainly not part of the original fittings. The place to his knowledge didn't have any security to it or anything like that -- another curious thing as definitely no security firm in the region had anything on record about protecting this property. To have been around for so long and not been targeted even by thieves, but only one occupant? It seemed highly unlikely.
Malcolm left the suitcase on the landing level of the stairs and headed back down, satchel still on as he approached the pad. Rather high-tech looking and for sure out of place. When the mansion was explained to him they did talk about areas of the estate "they didn't understand". Was this one of them? Looked solid enough for a black coloured surface plate on some smooth metal. He gave it a tap, getting light thuds in return.
"What the Hell were you doing here, Uncle?" Malcolm thought aloud as he placed his palm outstretched onto the pad to lean against it as he tested it.
"Familiar DNA signature detected." A sudden, robotic voice announced. The pad lighting up as a green horizontal bar suddenly moved down the pad from the top to the bottom, scanning Malcolm's hand before he had a chance to react. "DNA signature confirmed. Designation -- Malcolm. Authorisation confirmed. Assigning new overseer -- Malcolm. Access. Granted."
A hiss and a click as Malcolm jumped backward in fright, nearly spilling out precious anime in the process. In the next moment the side panel of the stairs next to the pad started to slide downward, revealing an extremely futuristic corridor heading downwards with stairs, lit up with LED lighting to make the cold, metallic walls shine. When the panel fully lowered with a dull thump, all Malcolm could do was stare and blink at what he was.
Well, he wanted answers, right? Finding out why the hell some machine on the wall knew his name was a start.
Cautiously and clutching his satchel (what was he going to do? Hit them over the head with copies of One Piece and Bleach?) he slowly headed down the stairs. There was absolutely no record of this kind of 'basement' on the grounds layout that he was aware of. He took the walk downward carefully step by step, looking around in fear of suddenly some trap or space age robot was going to burst out of the walls to attack him. Arriving at a floor, he proceeded onward. Passing through a corridor with glass windows looking into rooms on either side. Workshops? Design rooms? Abandoned tech and machinery? As smart as he was, this kind of stuff was well out of his areas of expertise.
Eventually at the end of the corridor double doors slid open to a larger room. A big machine looking like a futuristic computer with a massive screen in the middle, several buttons and levers and a dozen or so keyboards lining the front. Running from it along the ceiling was some sort of metal pipe, connected to a large bulb-like dome in the middle of the roof. Approaching the main machine, Malcolm put down his satchel on a worktop nearby. His attention drawn to that huge device so caring not for the couple volumes of manga that fell out from the open bag.
In fact his attention went to a document on the small chair in front of the computer. Something with the size and thickness from the amount of pages that it resembled a dictionary. Sadly the front cover had scrawled on 'writing' that more resembled scribbles that actual words. Frowning he opened the book up, flipping through a couple of pages. "The fuck is this all supposed to be?" He questioned at the intelligible to him writing. "Wait, hang on..." He said loud, using a finger to trace down the page as he spotted words he could actually make out. "...I have finally found out the coding signature to make the machine work..." He read out, eyes squinting as he had to look through the scrawling before settling down on proper words. "I need never spend company with my family or friends again... When I can simple create... Create my own company..."
