RECODE - DISCODE Done Right (Completed series, contains Futa and Male)

Story by Gilgamesh

Completed Story Download Link At Bottom Of This Post.

That's right, PROJECT: EVER DREAM, the writing project I've been working on for a while now that's been shrouded in secret is a rewrite of Discode. I knew I had to do this project as soon as I came up with the brilliant title...and I never have any luck with titles.

We're gonna get it right this time, I assure you.

It's been almost a year since I got any writing done, so I may be a bit rusty.

The plot follows VERY closely to the OVA (as that is the version of DISCODE-2 that people are familiar with.) There are key variations and expanded scenes. The main deviation will come near the end. I will explain my reasons for following so very closely when I'm done.

NOTES:

There will be non-porn chapters, but they'll be right next to really smutty ones though. Also, I release multiple chapters at a time, so you're assured some porn.

Updates will be every so often. (I imagine twice a week, but I dunno) I'm not completely done yet actually...so I got to have time to write don't I?

As usual, I have no editor. (I don't really want an editor though.)

When I'm done, I'll make one nice download of the whole thing for you all.

: DISCODE is a series of v-novels, mostly following 'Kyouka' (the blue haired girl). DISCODE-2 is the exception, as it follows Futaba, the futanari girl, with Kyouka playing a slightly smaller role. The Discode OVA is mainly DISCODE-2, but the second part of the OVA (which has no futa) I assume is portions of the plot of the first game.

Contains:

Futanari solo

RECODE - DISCODE Done Right

By: ‘The Self-Proclaimed Baron of Futa and Male’ Randomguy664

Why: Because it needed to be done.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to DISCODE-2. Those are held by the people who made the game, the original video animation (OVA) and the original artist. Please don’t sue me, I don’t have any money nor do I intend to make money with this.

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The sound of chalk scribbling against a blackboard is unmistakable. As the teacher scribbled in just barely legible script the math equation, one student could not pay attention.

She was too engrossed in a personal matter. Futaba’s blue eyes were not focused on the board, but rather downward toward her desk. She trembled in her seat. “It’s getting bigger again…”

From one seat behind and one to the left, Kagekiyo turned his gaze from the board to Futaba’s cherry red hair. He smiled, a muttered half laugh escaped his mouth. Her hair was just slightly disheveled, looking like she had just woken up a few moments ago and tried frantically and futilely to brush it. It always seemed to look like that.

Futaba doubled over, the side of her head resting on her desk. One would think maybe she was tired, or stressed. High school is stressful after all. Under her desk, her legs shifted back and forth, her thighs rubbing against each other.

Nobody paid her any mind. Nor did they pay her any mind as he hand went under her desk and between her thighs.

A soft sigh escaped Futaba’s lips. Her hand ran up her thighs as the shifted and trembled from her anxiety. The feeling of her hand against her thighs, going up her leg to finally ease the tension forced another panting sigh to escape her lips. But then the hand stopped and pulled back an inch from her thigh. “I must hold it!” She thought to herself such protests, but her body had other ideas.

Such ideas that her body had included her fingers pressing against her pink panties. A shiver ran through her body at merely the touch. Her panties were wet from her juices, the seat of her chair was wet from them as well. As her fingers started to caress her clitoris by going in small circles, her face turned red.

A few beads of sweat ran down her body as her hand moved up toward her waist. She grabbed a hold of her cock and started to move it up and down her length. It felt good. Any amount of pleasure in tedium of class would be great, but desire had shrouded Futaba’s mind like a deep fog. Her thoughts had been wandering aimlessly in this fog, desperately trying to escape, but only to find no exit but one. That exit was to cum.

“End this class already…” She said as she looked toward her watch, it was about two to ten. Her hand began to speed up, her stroking becoming more vigorous as the release began to be alluded to with dripping precum. A moan, an audible one, escaped her lips.

She froze.

But no one noticed.

“I want to cum…” Futaba thought to herself as her hips squirmed from the pleasure of masturbation. Her panties, sopping wet, started to drench the seat of her chair. In her mind’s eye, she looked behind her at Kagekiyo, imagining him looking at her with concern or curiosity. “Kagekiyo…” Her mind muttered from deep

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