Hentai Shinji Chapter 1: Shinji's New Art

Shinji Ikari, quiet type, loner, lacking completely in social
skills. This is the Lie, the illusion projected for all to see.

Shinji's mother was a brilliant scientist working on the
Evangelion project. She was also a loving wife and mother,
devoted to her project in order to protect her family. She
also had a devious creative streak, finding pleasure through
sexual experimentation in her husband's arms.

Shinji's father was a ruthless strategist, moving the pieces
of the largest game in human history with a coldness that
would assure victory. He loved his wife, so much so that he
would remake the world for the guarantee of her safety. Her
personal tastes helped to ignite his passion for life. With her
absorption into unit one he found that fire died to nothing
almost instantly.

Gendo Ikari could no longer display honest emotions because
he lacked them entirely. He sent his son away to protect him
from what he must do to complete Yui's work. Yui's sister and
her husband were the best choice. They had recently lost their
son, Gendo thought maybe the boy could help fill that gap.
Unfortunately for Shinji the wounds left by his cousin's death
were too fresh. He received a cold reception that only got worse.
It was this environment into which Shinji's generic heritage awoke.
He started planning within the horizons of a teenagers mind, and
then the event that changed his life forever came to pass.

Sitting in class one day he was drawing listlessly. His mind drifted
out of the class, floating through the many plans he already had.
His consciousness was snapped back to the present by the teacher
standing over him.

Shinji blinked, looking around he realized the rest of the class was
gone, leaving him alone with his teacher.

He looked back at her and noticed the nice amount of cleavage
thrust into view by her bending over his desk to put her face
within inches of his. Mio Tanaka was in her late twenties with a
kind face that had blossomed into beauty during the half decade
following Second Impact. This had changed what would have been
innocent beauty into the Valkyrie attractiveness necessary to survive
those times. Her figure was athletic without becoming stocky, causing
her to have a tight buttocks and shapely legs covered by a forest
green dress that extended to her mid calf. Her bust was above
average without being cumbersomely large, and the neckline of her
dress displayed a modest amount of cleavage when she stood straight.
The total package was capable of looking both like she could lift a man
to the heights of pleasure or plunge him into the depths of pain.

Right now she looked like she was ready to do both. She tapped
the paper he had been drawing on,"While I appreciate your attention
to detail Shinji, your attention to my class would be better."

Shinji bowed his head and glanced at the picture his hands had drawn.
He saw a split image, both of Miss Tanaka standing before the class.
The left one showed a frontal view of her in the dress she now wore.
It had significant differences from her. The dress had a deeper neckline,
revealing much more of the fuller breasts underneath. The skirt showed
a scandalous amount of shapely thigh, being much higher than reality.

The picture on the right showed a back view of her in the same dress,
slightly bent over to show the full curvature of her buttocks. He thought
that the picture was rather good, if a little amateurish. It did call
attention to her best physical qualities.

Shinji felt that maintaining his facade was the best way out of this.
So swelling with pride at the picture and the compromising position
his teacher had assumed over him, he summoned his meekest voice,
"I'm sorry Miss Tanaka. I don't know what came over me, I promise
it will never happen again." He dipped his head as much as he could
without bumping her chest. The smile on his face perfectly hidden by
the placating gesture. He was so loving the closeness, causing her
aroma to hit him full force. Hints of mint, eucalyptus, and cherry
blossom mixed with a sweet smell that must have been her's.
The scent was pushing his teenage hormones to new heights,
causing him to bulge under his desk.

She stood up and walked back to her desk, swaying her hips
sensuously for the young man who had taken notice. She bent
down and got a book out of her desk, setting the book on the
desk she looked him in the eyes,"This may help you improve your
artistic skills. Please don't stop, I like your work." With that she
walked to the door and blew him a kiss before opening the door,
affixing her professional look, and stepping out.

Shinji sat there for five minutes as his pants returned to their
normal shape. Then he stood and gathered his things, careful
not to wrinkle the picture. He then walked to Miss Tanaka's desk
and picked up the book. Advanced Drawing Techniques. He hoped
it would help.

Leaving the school he felt a warm feeling throughout his body, he
could not believe how lucky he was, his Aunt would have gone
ballistic if he were expelled for drawing sensual pictures of a teacher.

The weekend passed with Shinji sequestered in his room, studying
the book in great detail. Each time he finished a chapter he produced
a new rendition of the picture he had drawn in class. By Sunday
evening he had finished the book and refined the picture to perfection.
He had duplicated every detail of her body, and then reproduced her
dress with only minor modifications. The effect was even more attractive
than his original exaggerated image. He added a cluster of cherry
blossoms, with mint and eucalyptus leaves around it, to her hair.

Shinji sat back and admired the finished work. He slid it into a large
envelope, sealed it and wrote the name Mio Tanaka on it. Then he
slid it in his bag with the rest of his school supplies, got undressed
and slipped into bed. The smile on his face refused to fade as his
imaginings slipped into his dreams.

Monday went well, Shinji occasionally glancing around the room
looking for his next subject. Finally he spotted her, the vision of
beauty he was looking for. Her hair was a cascade of platinum
falling to her waist, pulled back by a single blue ribbon. Her figure
was lithe and fluid as she moved gracefully from the room, not
even noticing the extra attention. The mature traits she would
one day have were beginning to show through her dress, but
their final form was far from set.

Shinji grabbed his bag and walked to the teachers desk. She
looked up as he approached,"Yes Shinji, what can I do for you?"

He extracted the envelope and book from his bag and handed
them over,"I thought you might like to have this ma'am."He
bowed deeply and hurried from the room.

Mio opened the envelope and pulled out the redone picture.
She stared in amazement, remembering the rough copy she
had been tempted to confiscate. This copy made her happy
she hadn't, the proportions were exactly right this time, and
the whole effect gave her a slight narcissistic twinge. She felt
heat rise from between her legs into her middle at the thought
of being so desirable to a young man only a couple of years
from the age of consent.

Miss Tanaka placed the picture in her bag and grabbed a sticky
note. Sticking it to the cover of the book she wrote on it,

Dearest Shinji, I loved the picture you gave me. It reminded me
of a part of myself I had thought gone since the death of my
husband. Thank you so much for this gift. Please keep this
book, it seems to be a great help for you.

Lovingly,
Mio

Thinking of something else she grabbed another note and placed
it under the first.

P.S.: There is an art contest in about a month. I think you should
join but perhaps your subject should be something less sensual.

Meanwhile Shinji was outside eating his lunch with one hand and
making notes and sketches of the two girls sitting across the way
from him. One was the platinum blond he had spotted in class, the
other was a plain looking girl with brown hair. By themselves one
was stunning and the other was cute, together they just meshed.
This produced a pair that were the object of many boy's affection,
but one boy had other plans.

Shinji was putting together a story about a beautiful Mage and her
lusty Knight companion. The story continued to form in his mind as
he watched the two girls talk and laughed.

Then the bell rang and they all returned to class. Taking his seat
Shinji reached into his desk to extract his books and found the
teacher's present. He read the note and smiled before finishing
his preparations for the afternoon's lessons.

This time he managed to stay focused on the here and now as
he made sketches and jotted down notes, both to be refined
later. As the afternoon class came to a close he finished the
outline for the third installment of his story. The gist was a knight
with too much libido and not enough willing women around hooks
up with a beautiful Elvin Sorceress who is trying to find a magical
artifact that will allow her to save her people from a natural
disaster they were facing.

He also planned enough plot twists to keep even the most celibate
guys interested. For everyone else there was lots of sex.

Shinji had a rather broad education, owing to the fact that his Uncle
had an extensive library. This gave him access to a wide variety of
topics, including psychology, physiology, art, math, and physics. This
was what his guardians knew about him reading. The young Ikari
had recently added material on photographic memory techniques,
political theory, business, and tantra. He had not yet had the
opportunity to put this knowledge to any practical use, but drawing
opened several avenues previously unexplored by the teenage genius.

Shinji wanted to be successful at his new hobby for a number of reasons,
ranging from recognition to monetary gain. He began evaluating his
previous plans and how they could fit into the new skills he was building.
Finding many things much easier to accomplish with extra money, he
focused more energy on both the public and private side of art. The
public side would yield only small amounts of money while being safe
from any form of censure. The private side could produce large amounts
of money, provided he could keep from getting caught.

And so Shinji Ikari decided to become a landscape artist as his public
persona. Entering a breathtaking view of the small city where he lived,
done from the nearby mountains, as his piece for consideration. He had
picked the moments just before sunset, as the sunlight flowed red over
the city.

While he was scouting a good vantage point to do this piece he stumbled
upon a small cave, more of a large hemisphere of missing rock, in the
appropriate side of the mountain. The indentation had the look of machining,
possibly from a tunnel that had been started here. But weathering of the
edges suggested the project had been abandoned over a decade earlier.
Shinji turned to look over the city and found the perfect vantage from which
to work.

The next afternoon he spent getting the supplies he needed, several pieces
of canvas, an assortment of brushes and paints, an easel and the most
comfortable stool he could find. He was forming another shopping list, this
one would have to be broken down into smaller bundles, purchased over
time and assembled to make a small enclave from which to launch his new
found talents in new directions.

The contest was close, Shinji had spent every day working on the painting.
He completed several versions before he was finally satisfied with his skill
and began the copy he would present. As Shinji sat with his aunt and uncle
at the awards ceremony he could feel their pride in him for bringing some
honor to their home. His guardians had seen his dedication over the weeks
leading up to this event. His drive had reminded his aunt of her son,
awakening the maternal instincts buried deep within her. Shinji's uncle
felt the young man was proving to be more than a pint sized copy of his
father. The man had abandoned his son after Yui's death, running away
from his responsibility. He had expected the boy to give up after a few
days, but he had stuck. The skill he had developed over that time had
produced a work of art equal to some of the best he had ever seen.

Both of them saw no reason Shinji should not take first prize. The other
pieces entered represented the best the town had to offer, from other
teenagers to adults who had been working for decades. But Shinji was
in a whole different class, his work representing a world class artist.

Finally the time had come,"And the first prize goes to Shinji Ikari for his
work "Sunset Over The City""

Shinji looked appropriately shocked, his aunt and uncle clapped and
smiled at him. Finally he stood and proceeded toward the stage,
mounting the stairs with an easy pace that conveyed an anxious
nature. Shinji was neither shocked nor anxious, he simply projected
these to keep up the persona he had so carefully constructed.

He accepted the prize and bowed deeply to the announcer and
then to the audience. When he returned to the table he bowed
to his guardians,"I could not have done this without you, thank
you for your support."

They inclined their heads and he sat. The rest of the ceremony
was uneventful for him, other contests were announced, prizes
given, and when it was all over they left for home.

On the way home Shinji spoke from the back seat,"I will need to
go to the bank tomorrow to cash the check. Then I can pay you
back for the supplies."

His uncle changed lanes and then spoke,"Your aunt and I have
decided to make the supplies a gift to you. You have made us
very proud tonight Shinji, and you have brought honor to your
family. No matter what your father is, you will grow up to be a
good man."

Shinji smiled, not only was it good to be praised by his guardians,
but keeping all the money they spent on him would greatly
accelerate his plans."Thank you both. Your have always been
so kind. I will continue to make you proud."

That weekend Shinji went with his uncle to set up an account
for him. His uncle felt no need to put any limits on the boy, due
to his responsible nature.

Shinji did not betray this trust, drawing out only a quarter of
the money to go shopping for the first part of his list. When
they returned home that evening he had purchased a laptop,
printer, scanner, and a sizable quantity of paper and ink. His
uncle had made only minor suggestions on the purchases,
trying to help Shinji make the most of his money without hindering
his creative side by placing any boundaries on him. Shinji had
bought only as high quality as was needed in both the laptop
and scanner, while getting a higher quality printer.

Shinji assembled the electronics in his bedroom that evening,
being sure to keep all the cords as neat as possible. By dinner
he had already scanned in and touched up the first installment
of the comic that had been born of the ethereal beauty and her
friend he sat between in class.


Canalel was a Elven sorceress who had only recently reached
adulthood by the standards of the her people. Where she still
had some growing to do, her beauty could not be denied by
any who looked at her. Her most striking feature was her
platinum hair that flowed down her back, tied into a tight
braid for traveling. Her face still held the soft curves of youth
unmarred by the hardships of a long life in a harsh world. Her
body was tall and slim, with a small bust and butt all wrapped
in a tight leather dress meant for traveling. Her legs were long
and thin, half covered by the dress, the other half by her high
leather boots.

Her gear was light and the only weapons she had were a short
bow and a rapier. Her magical skills made carrying many supplies
unnecessary, but she had a small amount of each, just in case.
Her quest had led her away from her home three months ago
searching for an artifact that might help dampen the tremors
their valley had been experiencing with increasing frequency
for the past year. So far she had not had any solid leads but
was going to the largest city she knew of to look for anything
that might be of help.

Today she was traveling through a wooded region that reminded
her of home, not noticing when a light bludgeon was hurled at the
base of her skull. The blunt object struck her exactly where it's
skilled master had willed it to, rendering her instantly unconscious.
Canalel was bound and gagged, then a wizard emerged and sealed
her powers with a rather perverse spell.

It was in this state that she awoke on the floor of a dungeon, lying
across from a cute brown hared human girl of nineteen or twenty.
The muscular form had been striped to her underwear in order to
find all of the weapons she had hidden on her. This displayed the
delicious figure of the girl quite well, with the only cover a cloth
wrap and panty. Her breasts were only slightly below average,
but looked larger due to her small form. Her arms and legs were
well covered in tight muscle groups that demonstrated the power
of her body. She went over to the Elf as she woke, removing her
gag and bindings,"My name is Rioho. Do not move too much, you
have been out for several hours and the headache may take even
longer to pass."

"My name is Canalel, of the valley of Morstaf. Thank you for your
assistance, but where are we?"

"We are the guests of a man named Baros. His tender kindness
shall 'endear' him to you as soon as you are deemed healthy
enough. Probably they will begin tomorrow."

"So I am to be raped. Not if I have anything to say about it."
She stood and began moving her hands through the air, then
stopped. She could feel her magical energy trying to get past
the seal placed on it. But without the trigger, she could do
nothing even as simple as lighting a match. She slumped
against the wall.

"Don't feel so bad, there is always a chance. We just have
to watch for it." Rioho commented as she sat next to the
defeated magic user.

"How can you be so optimistic?"

"Well I could just give up, but I think I just enjoy annoying
that sadistic bastard when I refuse to break."

"How long have you withstood it?"

"Today makes it four weeks. He might have gotten through
to me but he's not my type."

Canalel sobbed at the thought of being forcibly taken for four
weeks straight,"So what is your type?"

"You actually." This simple statement shocked Canalel for a
moment. Then she realized it would probably be the only
voluntary contact she would ever know. Why not, the petite
girl was not unattractive. Rioho reached out a hand to touch
the side of the elf's face and was reassured when she did
not pull away, but pressed her cheek into the contact.

Rioho gently brushed the hair back from Canalel's ear and
slowly traced the outer edge with her finger. The elf shivered
slightly as spasms of pleasure chased down her spine. Her
eyes closed as the young fighter moved closer and pressed
her mouth to Canalel's neck, slowly tracing the lines down
and then back up.

Canalel reached for the other girls chest and slowly undid
the wrap. The firm breasts were responsive under her touch,
nipples becoming hard almost instantly. They kissed, their
hands exploring each others bodies, causing pleasure to
course between them. Finally Rioho was pleasuring Canalel
when the sorceress climaxed and felt the magical seal break.
The two events happening at once momentarily dazed her,
she collapsed. Rioho held her close,"Was that your first time?"

"Yes, but more than that, you have broken the magical seal
keeping me from leveling this whole place."

"Climax was the trigger huh, I suppose that makes sense.
The prick never lets me get mine before I'm carted off back
here."Rioho looked lustily at her companion,"Dose this mean
we have to stop to let you destroy the castle now?"

Canalel caught the tone of longing in the other girl's voice,
"Not just yet." And went to work on Rioho with all the
emotion she felt toward the young beauty.

Several hours they lay in a naked crumpled heap on the
floor. There marathon had left them exhausted and perfectly
content. Then a man came to the bars and admired them
before saying,"I hoped you enjoyed yourselves ladies but
fun time is just beginning. Rioho, get off your ass, it's time
for today's session."

Canalel levitated off the floor, pure rage burning in her
eyes,"Oh, I don't think so." Her voice crackled with energy
as she yanked the guard forward into the bars. It was
definitely not a good day to be a bad guy in Keep Juhal.


Shinji finished preparing the first installment for delivery
to his distributors at school the next day. He had been
told that there were already over a hundred pre-orders
just from the samples he had let them hand out.

This part of his plan was going well, if it continued at this
pace he could probably begin purchasing materials for his
workshop next week.

With all the preparations for school tomorrow finished he
got undressed and went to bed. This time he held pictures
of all his female classmates in his mind and took two away.
Mentally leafing through the rest he searched for his next
subject.


Here it is. My first M work. Hope you like it and let me know if I need to include more "suggestive details, wink wink nudge nudge."

Thanks again to my wife for proofing this for me. She says this is her favorite of all the ones I've done so far.