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[X] Sleep with Aya. If it means staying away from that book…
Jittery, you reach a shaking hand out and lay it on Aya’s thigh. “Let’s do it, I mean, you can, well, if you want to…”
She lays a hand on your shoulder, pushing her breasts to one side. “You’ll let me do you.”
You sigh. “Yes. Please be gentle.”
She scoffs, standing and turning away. “I will. But…” she turns back to you, biting her lip, “well, that doesn’t matter anymore, anyway.”
You step back, fidgeting with your apron as you scan the shelves again. You take one last glance, seeking out that book one last time. As you do so, the cool, unyielding steel rubs against your crotch. You’ll need to work around that somehow.
Aya’s already buttoning her shirt back up when you turn back to her. She soon pops the last button back in, then offers you a grin and an open hand. You accept it, which she uses to pull you in, bumping the side of her ass against your own and draping a hand across your back, settling on your hip.
Awkwardly, you slide your own across her back to grip her side. Just to keep it away from her ass.
Letting go of your arm, she guides you back to the entrance, slipping past the drape and walking out into the evening streets. A distant, violet light still shines across the horizon, leaving the village smothered a deep, dark blue, punctuated only by the wavering amber light of lanterns.
Squirming in her embrace, something bothers you. “Didn’t you dislike humans?”
She groans. “No, they’re fascinating. I just…” She waves a finger, almost drunkenly, through the air. “No offense, but I find the idea of fucking one weird and a little gross, that’s all.”
You feel yourself pout at that. “Sorry for being gross.”
She flinches. “It’s not… not that.”
She takes a deep breath. “It’s just not the kind of story I want going around.”
The two of you walk in silence, straying away from both the walls and the still-active streets.
“So, who is this puppet?”
Aya looks away. “Trust me. I’ll be with you all night and have you out of here first thing in the morning.”
“But who is she and what happens if she leaves the village?”
“She won’t, I promise.”
“Even if she finds out I’m not here. The person that you said she really wants to fuck?”
“Well…” Aya trails off, looking ahead.
Warm light pours from an open door. A shop that hasn’t yet closed.
Aya glances back, twisting you around to scan the road behind you. She looks forward again. The light flickers.
“Please, Aya. How can I trust anyone if I can’t be sure they’re not possessed by that monster?”
Aya groans. The door closes, cutting off the light.
She strides forward, carrying you with her. She slows back down once you’ve crossed the door and turns into a side alley.
In moments you find yourself amid small, musty houses. Still rubbing sides, she takes you through a few winding alleys until you’re standing before one such house, tucked tight between its neighbors. Aya lets go and pulls a key from her skirt, using it to unlock the door.
“I’ll tell you soon, okay?”
“…Alright.” You’re still not sure why she’s so evasive, but at least you’ll be getting an answer now. Hopefully.
She opens the door and you follow her inside. She closes it behind you, plunging the room into shadow.
You stand against the wall, next to the door, as Aya scoots something heavy around. Metal scrapes against stone and tiny sparks fly out, illuminating parts of the room in tiny, fitful pinpricks.
A second later, a warm, orange light bathes the room, emanating from a simple, heavy lantern atop a large crate.
This isn’t even a house. It’s just a well-built shed. There’s a pile of similar crates to one corner of the room, near the door. Notebooks, nails, dolls, and other objects litter the floor. In a distant corner, across from the crates, lie several coils of heavy rope. A pile of shirts, pants, and other garments sits against the other far corner. And, across the door from the crates, lies a single, heavy futon, rolled up and propped against the wall.
Aya shuffles about the room, gathering up the nails and dolls, then dropping them near the ropes. You find yourself drawn to the crate in the center. Scattered around the candle are loose papers. Scooting forward for a closer look, you find they’re notes, written in a language you don’t recognize.
Some Tengu script, perhaps?
Aya unrolls the futon behind you. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”
Your belt itches. “We don’t have to. You could just drop me off in the temple.” You find yourself tense, twitching and half-tempted to trade the threat of gang rape for this.
Aya sighs. “No, I can’t.” She strides back, circling the box until she stands across from you.
“Wait. If we’re really going to…” You swallow. “Do you have any drinks? Sake, perhaps?”
Aya grins. “Of course, Ms. Honda.” She hops over to the boxes, pries one open, and pulls out a bottle. She then pulls out a clay cup and carries both to the crate. Scooting the notes together with her forearms, she sets the cup and bottle down on an empty spot. She then shuffles all the notes together and sets them in a neat pile.
She pops the bottle open and fills the cup, handing the cup to you. As you accept it, she walks back to the crates and pulls out a box, which she carries back to the table.
She opens the box, revealing a series of plain dango skewers and a small black bottle. Popping the bottle open, she drizzles a brown syrup over the skewers, then sets the box in front of you.
She grins again. “Enjoy.”
You take a sip of the sake.
Aya clears her throat, standing across from you again and wearing what you can only describe as a ‘business face.’ “Now, we’re here so I can get my work done and stay out of your hair tomorrow. So, to that end.” Aya stares at you, wearing the kind of smile that’s excited, but gives you the feeling she’s hiding a stomach full of butterflies. “Naoko, keep your eyes on me.”
Aya grabs the sake bottle and presses it to her lips, flipping her head up. She chugs it, draining it to the last drop, then slaps it back on the crate, letting out a satisfied sigh.
You feel a bit of relief that she didn’t try feeding you any of that the way Mystia would.
She pops the red tokin cap off her head, leaning over to settle it on yours. She sways backward, away from you. It’s slow and shaky, but deliberate. You settle down, grabbing a skewer and sliding the first ball into your mouth.
It’s soft and chewy, with the right balance of sweet and salty.
Aya reaches behind her back, fiddling with something near her waist. A moment later, she slides a black belt our from her shirt, dropping it on the floor. She starts to sway again, undoing the bow underneath her collar. She drops it on the discarded belt.
She starts humming and swinging her hips back and forth.
She clears her throat, fixing her flushed face at you as she slides the top button free of her shirt. The next two follow, one after the other, slowly revealing the plain bra she’d already shown off before.
She had no problem shoving her raw pussy and tits in your face before, so why’s she worried now?
Though as the next button follows, you find yourself better able to appreciate the full weight of her breasts and the shiny fabric holding them back. You munch on the next ball as she tugs the last button free. She steps forward and leans onto the crate, providing a deep, close view of her cleavage.
It’s not as deep as others, but their firm, smooth curve makes your mouth water.
Her next grin’s still flushed and shaky, but it shows more of the cockiness you’re used to from her.
Aya pulls back, spinning slowly as she shrugs the shirt off one arm, then the other, and tosses it away.
You take another sip of sake as she faces away, her bra strap being the only barrier between your eyes and her sculpted back. She flexes, showcasing her light, toned muscles.
That’s when you notice her shimmying her skirt down her legs. But the shiny black panties atop that round ass draws your attention away. Your heart pounds as you feel the heat and moisture build. You wonder if it would really be so bad for her to pin you down and have her way with you.
You need a release. Soon.
Aya kicks her skirt off to one side and turns around. You finish your skewer, munching both balls in quick succession as she steps forward and leans toward you. Reaching around her back, she works her bra, snapping the clasp open. Gently, she reaches with one arm to pull the strap off the other. Then, sliding the other strap off, she holds the bra up against her chest, squishing her breasts together. You start munching on another skewer.
Still grinning, she slowly lifts the bra up and off, her nipples and puffy areola finally free.
She stands up straight, stepping back and tossing her bra aside. She slides her thumbs into the waistband of her black panties. She cocks her hips to one side and leans forward, largely obscuring her crotch.
As she slides the panties down her legs, your mind wanders to the thought of playing with the pussy she so brazenly shoved in your face before yet teases you with now. Oh, to make someone beg for your touch, just once. You down a long, deep gulp of sake as you start to quiver.
The panties slide over her shoes and off completely. Once discarded, she straightens back up, planting her hands behind her neck and spreading her legs.
There’s a trickle already slipping down one leg, from the pussy splayed out before you.
And you’re not too far off yourself.
But something changes when Aya straightens up and leans in. Her bedroom eyes and devious smirk bring other, darker thoughts to the fore.
She slides a hand along your cheek.
You jolt upright, spin around, and sprint for the door. Her tokin clatters to the floor behind you.
In a flash, Aya’s hard, puffy nipples press against your back as she wraps her arms around you. She spins around, drags you back, then turns and dumps you on the futon.
She drops to her hands and knees, crawling over you until her head hangs over yours.
“Idiot.” She doesn’t glare, but her lip trembles. “What the hell were you thinking?”
Your mouth opens. Then closes. “I… I don’t know. I just, I got scared. I’ve seen that kind of face before.”
She grimaces. “That’s, understandable. Maybe. But you know what’ll happen if you go out without an escort, right?”
“The puppet. She’s got people all over the village. She’s…” Aya looks at the wall, then back to you. She drops her voice to a whisper. “It’s Akyuu. She’s the puppet.”
You stare at her, she scowls back.
That’s… impossible. Anyone else. You’d accept anyone else. Without Akyuu’s work, you’d have wound up in some youkai’s basement months ago. Sure, you had some close calls from rabbits, foxes, and tsukogami who weren’t on the Memento, but Byakuren? Hell, even Aya would’ve already taken you if not for her profile.
“Look, Naoko. I promised I’ll be gentle, and that I won’t do anything you don’t allow. But you and I both know this needs to happen. And getting caught certainly won’t help either of us.” She shifts her weight, just slightly jostling her tits. “So, will you let me take your clothes off?”
You take a deep breath. Your body’s still warm and your slit still wet. You might need this almost as much as she does. “Okay.”
Aya’s face flushes, but she gives you one more, cocky grin. “I thought you’d say that.” Before you can respond, she flicks your swollen nipple. Which, now that you’re looking, pokes up through your apron. She sets her hands on your collarbone, undoing the clasp. Then, gently, she peels the cloak from your shoulders and knocks it away from your arms.
She leans down, brushing her nipples against your bust as she slides her hands under your back. You lift if up, allowing her to grab your apron’s knot.
“Trust me, I’ll make you feel good.”
“I, I’ll try to make you feel good too.”
She giggles. “Well, that’s the goal.”
In a second, she has the knot undone and pulls the tassels out. Then she leans forward, dragging her breasts near your face as she grabs the apron collar. The smell of ink and downy feathers washes over you. She slides it up and over your head, then pulls back, taking the apron with her.
Slowly, she peels it back across your body, first exposing your own bust, then your belly.
She then tosses it to the side, exposing you completely before her.
Except for your pussy, still locked behind your belt. Aya stares at it, perplexed.
“You don’t have the key, do you?”
You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry. “No, I don’t.”
“Hmm…” Aya leans forward again, until your noses touch. She plants a light, soft kiss on your lips. “So, what do you suppose we do about it?”
“We can’t just keep going with it on?”
“Hmm…” Aya presses her lips to yours again. She hums, sliding them from side to side. She pulls back.
“I don’t know. I can’t make you feel so good like this, can I?”
“Is there anything you can do about it, though?”
Aya plants one more peck on your lips, then sits up, resting her thighs on your knees. She puts a hand to her chin, looking up.
Then turns back to you. “Yes, actually. I think I can. It would break the belt, though.”
You might convince her to cuddle anyway, then try to find a better solution in the morning, but that’s playing with fire at this point. Maybe tell her where the key was last and hope she finds it.
[X] Refuse and focus on Aya. Protection over pleasure.
[X] Smash the belt. Frustration’s a worse danger.
[X] Cuddle. You need to come, but you also need the belt.