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Midorito Chouko was an elegant young woman, a young woman who spent her entire life training herself to become the Matriarch of the Midorito family. Raised carefully by her adopted father and raising her own little sister since she was young.

She knew she was adopted, adopted out of hope by the head of Midorito to marry her off to whatever son he ended up having- but that never happened. He only could have one daughter before falling sick and his wife’s illness striking her down.

But, living in this small village named Akatsuka, she became familiar with the supernatural and inhuman things that happened there.

She knew she had a brother, at least one. Her theory was never proven but Ogami Toshio was too similar to her to not be her brother, but no one ever confirmed if they were biologically related or not. It’s unspoken to never find out.

There were wordless rules in this Village.

Not one shall go bare faced for the festival season.
Do not look anything inhuman in the eye.
Never seek truths that upset the natural order of the village.
The temple past the old Ogami house is off limits to all.
Look into the moon and comment on the beauty of it when the monster shows.

These were more common to remember no matter what. But, there were a few spoken in the surrounding towns outside the Village. Mainly the festival season one.

But, right now, Chouko was met with something she didn’t expect at the moment. Four men on her doorstep with Toshi standing in front of them.

His voice was deep and low as he leaned forward to speak to her.

“ These four seem to match those remaining four in the tales. ” His voice was low behind the bag while those brown eyes remained serious and stern as she nodded to let them inside her home.

The men step into the doorway, Toshi’s hands gently reaching out to grip onto her yukata while he removes his shoes at the doorway. “Thanks for letting us in, Chouko-chan!! These are the people who got caught in town before the rain hit!” Toshi called out, his deep voice full of joy and friendliness while the group was guided into the Midorito house.

“It’s fine, Toshi-kun. It’s late and Dayoko is staying with Totoko-chan.” She smiled gently with her fan up to her lips, turning to the four men, she spoke again. “I am Midorito Chouko, the current Matriarch of the Midorito home, welcome to my home. I can provide sleeping yukatas to you all, my father has some in many sizes.” She greeted, getting a set of wide eyed stares back at her. She could feel four sets of eyes land on her boobs as the first one spoke up quickly.

“I’m Akashika Ozo! Nice to meetcha Miss Midorito, and thanks for lending your home to us!” He greeted rubbing a finger under his nose and offered a quick bow to her as the other four suddenly realized that they needed to offer their greetings and introduce themselves.

The man wearing sunglasses stepped out of his shoes and bowed to the young woman before introducing himself. “I’m Aogo Karatsugu, thank you for taking us in. I’ll gladly make sure to write an article about your kindness.”

Following Karatsugu, a young man wearing a button down and slacks with flip flops on that he pulled off with ease and left near the door due to how wet they were. Wiping his feet dry, he stepped into the hall and bowed to her. “Shisaka Hajime, I-I might ask you some things about your village. I’m researching the history of Akatsuka. It'll help to learn about it from someone who was born and raised here.”

“I see, I’ll offer some information for your research Shisaka-san.” She nodded, watching as the final man stepped forward. A smaller man wearing fashionable clothes that matched how the city folk always dressed and seemed to hold a haughtiness that only a city boy would have.

But he flashed a smile as he removed his hat and stepped a sock covered foot onto the floors. “I’m Momose Takashi, thanks to Ogami-san, we’re able to be dry and safe here.”

She only nodded, turning around and waving the others to follow her deep into the house. That’s where she guided the men to their own resting area, pulling out a few boxes of yukatas to give them a chance to change clothes as she handed Toshi his spare pajamas before she turned around.

“I’ll prepare a dinner for everyone, Toshi can lead you all into the eating area. I hope you all won’t misbehave and cause trouble.” She brought up, moving to push back a stray lock of hair before she stepped out of the room. It seemed like the four men were more interested in her than taking a break from their travels and the day.

It’s not that the attention was bad, but perhaps it was the implications she felt lingering in her bones. A bad gut feeling sunk into her body.

Like they were related to each other…

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Chouko shook that thought out of her head. It wouldn’t matter. The rules of Akatsuka will remain until the day she died but then again, one couldn’t change the truths of the village.

Stepping into the kitchen, she checked how much rice she had. More than enough. Even with what’s currently cooking too.

She could adjust the recipe for dinner.

But of course, a little patter of feet suddenly filled the air and a face popped out around a corner.

“Big sis! Big sis! What’s for dinner?” A little girl’s voice echoed through the kitchen as she let out a soft laugh and looked back at the tiny girl who was right there and starting to get closer to her.

Osoma was a little girl yokai who’s been around since Chouko was young, a childish spirit who stayed with Chouko ever since her grandma passed away. It’s not like Chouko had nothing better to do, raising Osoma gently and lovingly was just preparing herself for the future when she had her own children and her sister had children.

“It’s going to be a larger meal than normal, Osoma, we have guests today. Toshi-kun brought them in, why don’t you go join them? Besides, I’m surprising them with dinner.” Chouko hummed out, patting the child’s head as the bob haired girl hugged her legs and rubbed a cheek into Chouko’s soft yukata covered legs. “And no running in the house, nor can you eat candy before dinner.”

Gently, Chouko scolded the child before trouble could arise but the little girl tugged on her sleeve to make the woman lean down. Becoming eye level with the child before a kiss was planted on Chouko’s cheek and a paper placed in her hands. “Ehehehe! I love you, big sis!” A cute laugh followed that phrase as Chouko herself joined the girl in giggles.

“Oh my! What a beautiful piece of artwork, shall I place it on the fridge? Or should you bring it to show it to Toshi-kun?” She asked, looking over the drawing depicting Osoma holding hands with Chouko while they were at a koi pond. Surely the little girl was enjoying her outings with Chouko… Perhaps a trip to the nearby town’s aquarium would make her happier…

At the doorway a soft hum filled the air, a set of footsteps followed it as one of her guests spoke up. “Oh! I didn’t know you had a daughter, Miss. Midorito.” It was Akashika-san. He spoke softly and stepped closer as the scent of the guest soap filled the nose of Chouko while she stood up.

“Ah, Akashika-san, I’m not a mother, I’m her guardian. But this is little Osoma.” A small laugh left Chouko as the man’s cheeks heated up from the sight of how elegant the woman was.

He adjusted his yukata on himself as he crouched down to greet the child. “I’m Akashika Ozo, nice to meetcha Osoma-chan!” He greeted, smiling at the little girl who peeked around Chouko’s leg before she bounced back to life.

“Mister Ozo, you’re really taaaaaaaaall!!” She called out, bouncing away from Chouko to go to the man. She was truly fearless. Especially when she deemed someone innocent…

So Chouko continued to cook as the little girl and man interacted.

Ozo let out a laugh, rubbing the head of the kid before talking. “That’s ‘cause I’m an adult, kiddo! But, how old are ya, Osomachan?” He asked, innocent to the loaded question he gave out but still spoiling the little girl a bit.

Osoma’s face scrunched up slightly thinking carefully as her tiny hands reached up to try to fix her hair again. “I’m seven! Seven years old and three months!” She laughed out, reaching up to get picked up by the man who easily scooped the kid up and stepped closer to peek at what Chouko was cooking.

This even gave Osoma a chance to lean into the new adult and watch how Ozo observed Chouko. “Hmm… Osomachan, you’re so cute! But I think Miss. Midorito is cuter, ain’t that right?” He asked, smiling at the little girl as his brown eyes observed all over the figure of Chouko.

His eyes lingered on her ass a bit longer than it should but he did note that she was on the chubbier side. A bit plush and squishy, just enough for Ozo to enjoy. A little more cushioning made the sex more fun in Ozo’s eyes.

“Yeah! Yeah! Big Sis Chouko is super pretty! Her hair is really soft and she looks really cuddly when I take a bath with her! She’s really soft to hug!” Osoma called out, suddenly being silenced with a small bit of food that she became focused on chewing. A bit of meat was more than enough to keep the kid from talking more about Chouko’s body.

She let out a soft sigh, looking over at the other two as she shot Ozo a look. “Akashika-san, mind me asking why you came over here?” She asked, pointedly stirring the food in the sauce pan while the man leaned in and whispered into her ear.

“ If you don’t mind, I’d like to talk with you about meeting up with me late tonight? ” He whispered, his voice low and full of sleazy implications that usually got him action with ease.

It’s not this was Ozo’s first rodeo with seducing women, he at least got it easy since women liked confidence and Ozo’s looks weren’t so bad that they found him hideous.

But, then again, most women he ended up sleeping with weren’t really as shapely as Chouko or a few girls he’s quite the fan of.

“No. I’d rather not be up too late, it’s dangerous at night, Akashika-san.” She was stern and cool headed as she continued to cook all while the man pouted at her.

But sure enough, he was leaning against the counter before whispering into her ear again. “ What about when the kiddo is out and the other four are distracted? No need to go too far into the night when we can get to know each other better!~ ” He snickered, rubbing under his nose with a smirk upon his lips.

Chouko only gave him a dead eyed stare. Setting her ladle down and turning to face him properly. “Can you bring Toshi-kun here, Akashika- san .” She spoke sharply, strong in her own tone of voice while she looked up at the other in a cold blank stare.

Ozo backed off, although he did smile as he looked at her awkwardly. “Sorry! Sorry! But, sure thing, I’ll bring him right over, Miss. Midorito!” He brought up, hurrying off with the child while Chouko began to get the food ready for serving.

Once those footsteps faded away, Chouko leaned over the sink, hiding her face in embarrassment as heat bloomed in her abdomen. A low heat that would strike her very rarely after so many years in this stupid village.

How could a man be so blatant but smooth? She didn’t know but she at least accepted the bittersweet knowledge that this wasn’t going to end well.

Nothing ends well in this town. Especially when men became involved with Chouko.

She could practically hear the voices of the men in the Midorito family mocking her.

Whore.
Slut.
Homewrecker.
Parasite.

Oh the things one must do to keep the peace in such a shitty little town and family.

Suddenly a hand met her shoulder and a deep voice entered her head. “Chouko-chan, are you okay?”

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The jump that Chouko did screamed that she didn’t expect Toshi’s voice so close to her and so sudden. But, she knew that it was him right now.

“Oh! Jesus !” She gasped out, sighing before looking over at the other. But, clutching her heart was enough to show Toshi that he gave her a heart attack. “Sorry Toshi-kun, I was lost in my thoughts for a moment… But, can you help me bring food into the dining area? I can bring the glasses if you can bring the meal.”

She held up the cups, moving to pull out two large trays for them both to take the supplies out to the dining room. Especially since Chouko brought out both sake and water for the other to enjoy. She did also bring a small bottle of soda as well for the sake of those who didn’t want alcohol or water.

Once she was in the dining room, she could see how the men all turned to look up at her. “Oh! Lady Midorito, if you needed more hands we could’ve pulled all the food out for you as well!” Karatsugu called out, smiling warmly as he got up quickly to help her set out all the drinks before aiding Toshi as well.

Chouko could only give a small smile, her gaze gentle and kind. “Thank you, Aogo-san. I hope Osoma hasn’t been bothering you four that much.” She sat a cup of soda out for the child who had managed to get onto her special pillow that was set out for the child to sit on easily.

The men all sat about the table, taking plates and utensils to use while Chouko sat at the head of the table next to Osoma. “It’s fine, Midorito-san! She’s a cute child, pretty lively.” Takashi brought up, moving to sit next to Chouko while Toshi took the seat next to Osoma.

Takashi gave a charming smile, clapping his hands to give thanks as the others kept up with him. It was so good that everyone was happily eating, it calmed Chouko’s nerves a bit while she looked after the little girl.

Wiping away the mess from Osoma’s face, Chouko alternated between eating and listening to the chatter around her.

“Well! Did you know that over twenty cases of missing people have been happening around here? I’m here to investigate some of the mysteries here.” Karatsugu brought up, moving to lean forward and speak in a lower voice. “If I can find anything big, I’d be able to help so many people find their lost love ones.”

Oh heavens why? Why do people always ask questions?? “I’m also looking for my father, he disappeared after coming here for research. He wasn’t the type to get kidnapped by someone. So, I’m here to find him and finish his research.” Hajime’s words cemented Chouko’s will to speak.

Toshi didn’t say anything, but he never would.

“ Do not look for answers you are not prepared for. ” She brought up, clearly startling the men who looked at her suddenly. “There are things we don’t do here. And looking into things we’re not mentally prepared for is not one of them. Nor do we ask questions that’ll hurt us.” She spoke carefully, her words sharp and offering no questions nor protests.

She finished eating, quiet as the others continued eating as well. They looked a little startled but she finished with Osoma, she picked up their dirty dishes and spoke up again, breaking the silence.

“I’ll get Osoma bathed and the bath will be ready for you all. Do not worry about dishes, I’ll clean them in the morning.” She brought up, slipping away and having the little girl following her loyally. Soft and dark black hair fluttered behind her as the door shut and the men spoke.

The first voice was Ozo. “Damn, Toshi-san, what’s going on with Miss. Midorito? Or well that thing she said…”

“Ah, Chouko-chan is right though. The village is a small boat, shake it too much and you drown everyone and yourself.” Toshi replied, his voice soft and muffled behind the bag. “But, there are rules we all follow, never go behind my home’s shrines, never ask questions that’ll disrupt the village, and never go to any festival bare faced. But, there’s also a beast that roams about at night, so do not go outside too late.”

A hum left another man, before suddenly a reply was filling the air. “You mean, this is much more dangerous than what we realize? I’ve read a lot of yokai references in town. I mean there is yokai symbology all over this house, is that related to these rules?” Hajime, quick as ever on the topic.

“Yes. Osoma-chan is a yokai herself, a house spirit. She’s been like that for over thirty years. She was like that when Chouko-chan and I were kids, she’s always been around that age in appearance.”

“How… How old are you and Midorito-san?” Takashi asked, nervous as all hell while Osoma and Chouko slipped away and into the bathroom.

“Ah? I’m twenty-nine and Chouko-chan is thirty-one. She’s two years older than me, and she’s still so mature…”

Soon enough, those voices faded as water started to run and Osoma turned to her.

“Chouko, are you okay? It’s going to be a difficult night.” Her tone was much more mature than normal, but Chouko let out a little chuckle while she leaned forward to help the little girl change out of her kimono.

Chouko’s body shifted to kneel and start helping the little girl bathe. “I’ll be fine, you should go and hide before the moon rises. Tonight is something for those like me to tough out. I’m sure you’re going to be in more danger than the rest of us… It’s surely not a coincidence that all six of us have gathered here tonight.”

Sure enough, the small yokai nodded, accepting the bath before getting redressed in fresh clothes and a mask. A mask that hid that innocent face while the Yokai traveled out of the area.

Chouko finished her own bath, stepping out in another yukata that differed from her original one, but she’s suddenly met with a man standing outside the bathroom. A small bump from them had her looking up to see that it was Hajime.

“S-Sorry! But… Nevermind.” He spoke out, looking away from the slightly disheveled woman as he took in the raw truth that she was quite pretty fresh out of the bath. “I’ll be taking a shower next.” He cleared up, hesitant to say something.

Blinking, Chouko sighed out and looked up at him. “Of course, the water is still warm, do drain the water and refill it when you finish up, less filth will bloom from that.” She brought up, slipping away and heading to her own room, past the drinking men who all were chattering away.

She needed to prepare for tonight, she knew that tonight would be inevitable.

The town had an old tale, an old tale that had results every year.

An Shuten-douji of red, a monstrously muscular man who was often drinking alcohol and always looking for a bride- but then again he was well known to have lust for a Daitengu, a delicate and willowy lady who would watch his antics with a pointed frown.

Once, every sixth month, the Shuten-douji would succeed in sleeping with the Daitengu, having tried his shot almost every night before then. Some say he started this in the spring, some say he started in winter- but one thing was for sure, he would spend a noisy and sleepless night in the home of the Daitengu.

But, upon the deaths of all six of the yokai of the mountain, the Shuten-douji’s lust remained. Powerful, swirling lust that would soak into the minds of men, married or unmarried. The Daitengu would be picked at random and not one soul would worry about the consequences.

Or so the tale went. The Daitengu was often played by Chouko for years now, even before she graduated middle school, she played the Daitengu.

Daitengu, a title that held heavy meaning and a negative connotation as the original Daitengu was a maiden who was debating on who to wed out of four of the mountain yokai. But she was also known well for being an intelligent and caring woman who would aid lost children out of the mountains.

She died the day she made up her mind, the letter she wrote out had been soaked in blood to prevent anyone from reading it. So, anyone known as the Daitengu by the lust of the Shuten-douji was often dubbed a seductress and many insults.

But, not all called her that. Many old men of the Midorito house did call her that, as if it was proof to say she was unfit to run the family…

It was already night as Chouko placed the last carefully arranged vase outside of her bedroom, looking up into the dark courtyard before turning to step back into her bedroom when she heard a creak.

A soft creak that wasn’t made by heavy old man footsteps, but instead light and bouncy ones.

“Daitengu!~ Baby, come on out! It’s been too long since you’ve let me in!” It was Ozo’s voice, but the way he spoke wasn’t natural. No, he shouldn’t know the tale of the Daitengu and Shuten-douji.

But, as soon as the door shut behind her, she could see the outline of the man, but large horns were on his head. She was sure the other side could show the wings.

“I’m not proper, Shuten-douji.” She replied, her words stern and sharp. She couldn’t let him in, not now. Not ever, she promised herself that she wouldn’t do it. “Besides, aren’t you happy with the others?”

“I was, but I miss you… You look so beautiful in the moonlight, so let me see your bare skin under the moonlight.” He brought up, trying to open the door that she held shut. “Come on, at least let me see how you look! I miss you so much… My cock was rock hard at the findings of your dirty clothes earlier…” 

“Pervert.”

“Only for you!~”

“I’ll only look at you, okay? Nothing more.”

“That’s all I need.” That chuckle had set off alarms in her head but she opened the door a little bit to peak out at the man. But upon seeing him, she could see those horns weren’t just shadows, but instead they were really connected to his head.

His face was covered in markings that were unlike any other that she’s seen before. But the man easily hovered over her and now prevented her doors from shutting as he pushed them wider open before reaching out to cup her cheek.

“You’ve gotten so soft, you look so cute.” He laughed out, a hand reached out to pull her close to him. A smirk remained on his lips as he hovered over her and leaned his face closer to observe her better. “So much meat on your bones, you look so cute. I’d kill to devour you all night for this entire week, but… Perhaps you like me enough to let me back in time and time again…”

The grip was stronger than she expected but the being controlling Ozo’s body had pulled her flushed against him while locking lips with her while two large teeth grazed her plush lips. He’s gotten himself inside the bedroom, already moving through the open doorway and towards the futon where the woman had already started to prep for denying the Shuten-douji but it was still ready for the man’s forceful entrance.

“W-Wait!” She could only cry this out, feeling how the strong hands gripped onto her body and pushed her yukata out of the way so he could see up her legs and feel up the soft squishy thighs. “Ngh! Hahh!” She could only let out a soft moan as he grabbed one of her breasts and pushed her down to the futon.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking hot, you should’ve gotten this fucking fat back in the day… But then again, I wouldn’t have been able to appreciate how soft and warm you are now, Chochan!~” He called out, his voice warm as he spoke a nickname she has never been called before. “Chochan, you smell so fucking nice. And no panties? Rebirth in this world was worth not remembering the rich history of ours!~”

Suddenly, she was feeling that burn again, but it was blooming hot as that hot breath was right inside of her ear while he rolled his hips against her leg. He was already hard enough to have his cock slipping out of his borrowed yukata and slid his hands just underneath the clothes of Chouko which was pulled wide open to reveal her bare skin to the shuten-douji.

“Sl-Slow down! Please!” Chouko managed out, reaching out to grab at Ozo’s hands which had the shuten-douji smiling gently at her. “I-I can’t do this so raw… Besides, I… You need to take responsibility for the lust you left behind!” She managed out quickly.

Chouko needed time to complete her preparations for getting rid of the shuten-douji but she would also need to prepare herself since she can’t really get rid of the man.

“Huh? What do ya mean by that?” He asked, taking in a deep breath of her scent before a low growl left him. “So some fuckers laid hands on you!? My beloved Chochan? Goddammit… I need to throw my weight back around, right, baby?” He asked, smirking as he pressed against the neck of the woman before pressing gentle but lovingly passionate kisses upon her neck.

The shuten-douji was well known for getting jealous and violent in tales, but at this moment Chouko needed to keep him from committing murder.

“Nooo… C-Calm down, okay? I just want to be prepared properly, or it’ll hurt more for me… My heart already hurts from the past instances.” She was playing on his emotions, letting him admire her figure and the disheveled look she had to her.

The shuten-douji paused for a moment, his fingers played with black hair while he thought carefully. All while he admired her form.

“I see… So you never really changed, did you, Chochan?”

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That voice was full of affection from the shuten-douji. He’s affectionately nuzzling into her while he presses kisses all over her chest and neck. He did pull back though to gently press kisses to her knee and look at her legs with an expression that was affectionate but sad.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you prep, but… You’re so beautiful, just like you used to be.” He whispered out, clearly in his memories as he let the woman go to grab supplies that would be needed for this ordeal. Maybe his mind was entrapped in his memories.

She moved out of the grasp of the man, pulling out the supplies that was needed from a hidden removable part of the flooring. He was following up right behind her, hands finding her hips as he leaned forward to press kisses all over her neck again while curiously peeking at what she was pulling out.

“Damn, I don’t think I can leave you ever again with how nice and soft your body is right now… Heavens know I’ll kill to get a chance to just be crushed by those thighs of yours.” He brought up, rubbing his hands over her covered ass while he slowly ground himself against her with gentle kisses against the nape of her neck. Tugging her yukata off her shoulders while his lips trailed down to her spine and pressed kisses to old scars lining her spine while he smirked against her body to pull out a toy that looked quite obscene and lewd while he looked over at her.

She could only blush while she looked up at him who had the toy in hand. “Ah! Pu-Put that back!” She cried out, reaching for the toy only to be entrapped in the arms of the man who turned the toy on so the lewd buzzing filled the air. “T-That’s not needed for tonight!!” She managed out, getting embarrassed as he moved the toy down to press the toy against her hot cunt, teasing her clit to get a moan ripped out of her.

He was absolutely enjoying himself while he promptly teased her in the dark room, sitting back and pulling her back against his chest so he can peek over at what he’s doing while he kept her close to him. Grinding against her ass, his hips pressing tighter against hers while he abused her cute clit. He could remember her scoldings after suddenly pushing it in without prep back in the day.

Suddenly, he was checking the vibrator before turning it up and pressing it back against her and watching how her body twitched and jolted suddenly. A wanton moan ripped out of her throat while her breasts pushed up into the air while her hips slammed forward into the toy while the shuten-douji enjoyed watching the woman suddenly react so harshly to the sharp vibrations.

“Oh shit… You’re so sexy, you’re really feeling it, huh?” He asked, kissing up her neck while he watched just how the once mature and calm expression had morphed into a perverse and lusty one. His cock couldn’t be any harder at the sight of her face now. Especially with just how hard she was twitching with his teasing motions. Moving the toy off her clit, slowly dragging it next to her mound and up her navel before suddenly pressing it right against her clit to make her let out a shrill moan.

At one point, as she was clearly getting close, he turned it off and placed it back into the floor- watching almost greedily how her hips chased after the toy in need for the continuation of pleasure.

“Shush~ We should really get to the main course, you deserve to get a proper dicking after all. Especially since you were such a good girl for me while I played with you!” His low and inhuman voice whispered in her ear as he hefted her up to plop her back on the futon. She still had lubricant in her hand, something he knew a little bit about from the human mind he took over. Grabbing it and popping the cap off, he generously slathered his cock with the lube, dumping a generous amount over her slick soaked pussy as well, a little measure to ensure she’s not hurt after all.

Sure enough, once he was finished, recapping the lube and tossing it back into her hidden flooring, he slid closer and lined the tip of his cock up with her.

Lube made it so easy, complete and utter ease of entrance as she let out a sharp breath of air. Pushing further in, Ozo had pressed hard against the entrance of her womb, her cervix. But, this wasn’t enough, especially since he was still not completely in… At times like this the man realized how lucky he was that she still held some of the yokai skills she should have.

His hips slowly pulled out, just to the tip, earning whines and whimpers from the barely dressed woman before his hips slammed right in and brutally crushed her womb. Unable to stop himself from growling out in pleasure, his hands found her hips again and tightly held on.

“Ah!! N-Nooo!!” She was sobbing now, her voice strained and pained while she gently pushed hands against his chest. The tears were useless now, the shuten-douji was too busy licking them up while his hips violently slammed into hers. Pushing her body into a new position to frankly make it easier on him to go as deep as he could.

A mating press. A painful experience for his Daitengu, sure, but his hips couldn’t stop. Slamming harder and harder against her hips while he pinned her tightly against the futon while his eyes lit up with sharp red eyes glowed while he stared down at the crying woman under him.

Her arms had found themselves around his neck while her legs remained pinned uncomfortably against the floor. Tight and painful, his strong pin prevented any escape for his beloved little bird.

“Cho-chan! Choromi! Fuck!! Choromi!!” He howled out, his voice getting higher in pitch while he slammed harder and harder against her. He was wrapped up in memories. Things long forgotten to time, but not forgotten by himself.

The voice of the man who was gently laying in bed with the daitengu who was sore and recovering from his tormenting that lasted hours on end. The woman was laying on her stomach, her hair a mess while long wings fluttered out as he reached out to kiss a feather.

“You were amazing babe, you’re way too cute…” He hummed out, looking over the thin form of his sweet lover. A hand reached out to trail over ribs and small petite breasts. A woman of barely any weight, laid out here, half asleep against his side while signs of his affection lingered far upon her body.

Her green eyes opened up, looking at him with a pout upon those kiss bruised lips. “You’re an asshole, Osomatsu. I told you to be gentle. Now I can’t do anything without being carried about. You better be sorry for this!” She nagged, her fingers reaching up to yank at the shuten-douji’s cheek and pull lightly. Her form of punishment for the man.

A whimper left him as his cheek was pulled, his smile never leaving his face. “Cho-chan, please forgive me! I was too excited, I was so happy to see my beloved’s face while I wrung orgasm after orgasm from her!” He laughed out, getting a smack to a strong bicep as feathers suddenly hid the face of his partner from him.

“Don’t “Cho-chan” me! You’re perfectly in control of your strength and yet you make it so what little feeling I have in my legs disappear with each thrust.” She scolded, hiding in her wings while he leaned down to press kiss after kiss upon her spine.

“At least I didn’t aim to put kids in you. I know you’re too frail for pregnancy.” He brought up, trailing fingers through long and silky black hair that smelled like a nearby stream. It’s not uncommon for a woman of Choromi’s caliber to bathe in the nearby river, it suited her very well.

Her snort that filled the air told him that he couldn’t escape this one. Especially since she wasn’t happy with his antics.

But, following that snort was a loud yawn, a yawn that bloomed one from Osomatsu while he got up and adjusted her futon to comfortably lay her delicate body.

She needed it layered perfectly or she wouldn’t be able to get properly comfortable. He knew this well. Several different Futons layered upon each other and one large green yogi was laid over her,  hiding her body from unknown eyes that didn’t exist.

“You’re soooooo high maintenance my dear~” He laughed out, while he kissed her cheek so affectionately as he gently rubbed out a soreness out of her spine at the moment.

She let out a whine while he popped out a sore spot. “Ngh!~ Shuddup, Osomatsu… I’m tired and you’re so cruel. My back is going to hurt a lot!!” She huffed out, moving to laze out more in her futon while her black hair spilled out over her back and around her head.

He reached out to rub at the base of her wings. His hand was warm against her body as his eyes shut a bit…

Upon reopening them, the woman before his was fatter, thicker with no wings and his shadow had no horns. In fact, this wasn’t Osomatsu’s body. It was the body of a human known as Ozo.

And the woman below him was coated in scars, whip marks and burns that made her look flawed although a few scars on her back matched where wings would bloom out of her back.

"Cho-chan…" He trailed off, his voice echoing through his head as he suddenly was back into the present moment. The messy yukata, the messy black hair, the hips in his grasp that’s lifted up to match his thrusts that slapped lewdly against her sloppy thighs and plush ass while her whole torso was coated in new markings from the yokai’s attack.

His lips pressed kisses upon her red shoulders as he finally let out a thick load that’s been held back for so many years. His whole body shuttered as his cock throbbed in agony from letting out the heaviest nut this human will ever have.

Osomatsu felt his mind leaving the vessel, looking down at the mess of a woman below him as he pulled out and collapsed next to her.

Cum practically spilled out of her pussy so lewdly and perversely, inviting Osomatsu to leave with the thought that he might become a dad at such a young age… That sounded nice to the Shuten-douji.

Then, everything went black.

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The sun was blinding to the sleeping figure of Ozo, but what really woke him up was the feeling of hot and rough skin against his arm.

His eyes shot open and his body sat up to look down and see the lovely host of a woman laid out next to him and her yukata clearly thrown to the side of the bedroom. She had bite marks in her shoulders and old but large scars in her back, but the main focus here was that she was naked and so was Ozo.

How did he manage this?? How will he brag about this? Probably.

But as his mind raced, his cock twitched at whatever memory he had missing from his head. His body felt sore and hot, making Ozo uncomfortable feeling as the woman next to him groaned to life.

Quickly he faked sleeping, not wanting to risk talking about the night before as the black haired but chubby woman slowly raised up from her spot in the bed, sitting up and letting her hand meet the bare flesh of his chest.

“Mmm? Oh yeah, I see… That was last night. Haaah… How frustrating… That bastard never was gentle.” She muttered, Choko’s gaze locking onto the sleeping form of Ozo while she carefully raised up, her hips screamed in protest and agony from how rough the shoujin-douji treated her.

Was this the pain that the original Daitengu always felt all the time? How agonizing. She had more things to do that day, so getting dressed quickly and getting cleaned up was on the menu this morning. Especially after the mess she suffered from right then.

Her footsteps disappeared from Ozo’s ears, his eyes shooting open as he bolted up.

“What the fuck??” He hissed out, suddenly concerned at the words she spoke as he tried to focus on what she said.

That Bastard? Was she talking about him? But they’ve never fucked before… Was there really yokai here? Shit, those scary stories Hajime told him were getting to him…

Chouko’s body soaked in the water, warmth relaxing her hips and soothing the aches all while she diligently washed herself clean with attempts to make sure she wasn’t pregnant with really fucked up kids.

But, she didn’t want to leave the bath. Her whole body ached but her hips ached the most. She won’t walk normally around the house today but she doubted her guests will mind now… Especially since the storm outside suddenly started up again.

The storm gods must be angry again…

“Mmm… I should probably make breakfast for everyone.” She muttered, climbing out of the tub as the water sloshed slightly. Her hips ached still but she didn’t mind right now, she had work to do.

Her bare feet padded against the warm tiles, heading towards the door splitting the laundry area from the bathroom. She pulled it open, having tugged a towel over her torso only to witness Takashi Momose standing there his own yukata slightly pulled off.

“Oh! So-Sorry, Miss. Midorito!!” He called out, quickly pulling his clothes up and covering his eyes while his cheeks turned pink. Chouko blinked in surprise, staring at the man as she nervously chuckled.

Her cheeks were pink as she quickly reached for her kimono. “My apologies, I should’ve locked the door, Momose-san.” She responded quickly, pulling her clothes on as Momose peaked, unknown to her, he was taking in every last inch of her body- noting new markings and bite marks that only implied just how lewd of a woman she was. It was certainly fuel for fantasies like the ones Momose was having.

Seeing her stomach and soft looking skin, he wanted so badly to hump into her stomach and see just how fucking hot she was disheveled with the cum painting her stomach and filling her belly button.

He could only turn away a bit to avoid Chouko seeing his hard on, he had to be respectful to the woman three years older than him.

“I’m sorry again, Miss. Midorito, but please let me know at any time if you’re uncomfortable at any time.” He spoke kindly as she finished her clothes were now upon her body, her kimono was fitting properly and all the extra parts would be placed upon her later. First she needed to head to her bedroom after knowing how her unwanted companion was gone from her room. Stepping out of the bathroom, she patted Takashi’s arm and he uncovered his eyes, looking surprised.

He was going to be thinking of her body for quite a long while in general.

It’s been so long since he’s gotten an older woman to look at him sexually… Perhaps Takashi was a bit needy to be spoiled but… Well, that didn’t matter now that he was going to bathe in the same water Chouko used.

Stepping into her bedroom though, Chouko was delighted to find her unwanted guest gone and a chance to start fixing herself up for the day.

Her fingers gently braided her hair into a bun, a modest look that invited the professional look she needed. She also dusted light makeup upon her face, making her look much more delicate and slightly younger. But, she needed to go to the kitchen now to start breakfast or risk having to deal with the idea that she’s leaving her guests meal-less this morning.