#花魁道中

[noticiasarquelogicasjaponesas]

Capítulo 1: Diferencias entre Geisha y una Oiran Introducción. Sean bienvenidos japonistasarqueologicos una nueva entrega resumen, en esta ocasión os contaré que es una Oiran (おいらん) dicho esto comencemos. - Las Oiran son prostitutas que surgieron en el siglo XVII en el período Edo. No debemos confundirlas con las Geishas(げいしゃ). - En la segunda imagen os enseño una Oiran (おいらん) del anime Kimetsu no Yaiba(los guardianes de la noche) - Espero que os haya gustado y nos vemos en próximas publicaciones de Historia, arqueología, geografía nipona, entre otros temas, Que pasen una feliz semana. - Chapter 1: Differences between Geisha and an Oiran Introduction. Japonistasarqueologicos are welcome to a new summary installment, this time I will tell you that it is an Oiran (おいらん) having said that, let's start. - The Oiran are prostitutes that emerged in the 17th century in the Edo period. We should not confuse them with Geishas(げいしゃ). - In the second image I show you an Oiran (おいらん) from the anime Kimetsu no Yaiba (the guardians of the night) - I hope you liked it and see you in future publications of History, archaeology, Japanese geography, among other topics, Have a happy week. - 第1章 芸者と花魁の違い紹介。 Japonistasarqueologicos は、新しい総集編へようこそ、今回はおいらん (おいらん) ということで、始めましょう。 - 花魁は、江戸時代の17世紀に登場した売春婦です。 芸者（げいしゃ）と混同してはいけません。 - 2 番目の画像では、アニメ鬼滅の刃 (夜の守護者) の花魁 (おいらん) を示しています。 - あなたがそれを気に入ってくれて、歴史、考古学、日本の地理、その他のトピックの今後の出版物でお会いできることを願っています。

[japansapporowalk]

🇯🇵さっぽろ夏まつり 2024 第60回すすきの祭り 花魁道中／日本 北海道 札幌 中央区 [4K HDR Binaural ASMR]

[hotoop]

江戸の情緒漂う浅草で、2024年12月7日（土）、浅草香和×北川聖子×イロドリフォト浅草×大衆演劇による初のスペシャルコラボイベントが開催されます。舞台公演と花魁道中の両方が楽しめるこのイベントでは、伝統と革新が織り成すエンターテインメントの真髄を体感できます。

[utsuroyihon]

(Xユーザーのdela今田希🍷さん: 「大門100周年祭の花魁道中たくさんの方にお越しくださり本当にありがとうございました！✨ 一生分くらい綺麗って言ってもらえてものすごく嬉しかったです🥹💕 花魁役という大役を務めさせていただきとても光栄でした✨ https://t.co/Wdk6zbenq0」 / Xから)

[kiichilog]

2024.5.18 那須岳 キツネのおいらん道中に遭遇する。 狐花魁道中。 世の中は、謎が多い。 ミネザクラ（タカネザクラ）が咲いていた。

[your-lovely-rose]

“They’re cute” (Daki, Mukago & Nakime || Request by @cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme)

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mature

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Romance

➥ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭: Fluff || Hurt/Comfort || Dark fic

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ±9.5k || +12.1k || ±15.8k

𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭:  38 min. || 49 min. || 1h

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: (Ume) Daki // (Lower Rank 4) Mukago // (Biwa Demon) Nakime x Human!Reader

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Kimetsu no Yaiba

⚠ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Minor death (suggested & mentioned), Eating people (mentioned)/dead bodies, Threats, Blood, Severe injuries on the body (not Reader), Misogyny, Desecration of a human corpse, Larvae and flies, Blood, Falling into madness, Mental problems, Muzan's goal (Spoiler for: Episode 34/Chapter 67), Presented the character's past (from "Kimetsu no Yaiba Official Fanbook: Kisatsutai Kenbunroku 2"), Forbidden Love/Mutual Pining || NOT EDITED

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Before each story, I have included words that may cause readers difficulty. I tried to explain them in text, but if after reading something is still unclear then look there. I hope I've done good research and haven't misunderstood anything - if you have more knowledge on the subject, please correct me.

➵ “They’re cute” Part 2/2 (Nakime)

> (Ume) Daki Masterlist

> Mukago Masterlist

➻ Little dictionary:

Yūjo (遊女, lit. "Woman of pleasure") - common prostitutes, they could be found in brothels (hamirase).

Harimise (張見) - a kind of brothel, where sex workers lined up behind bars around 6 p.m. to attract potential customers.

Oiran (花魁, lit. "Leading flower" or "First flower", comes from the Japanese phrase: Oira no tokoro no nēsan (おいらの所の姉さん) which translates into "My elder sister") - is a collective term for the highest-ranking courtesans/prostitutes in Japanese. Unlike yūjo, in addition to their sexual services, they were artists and were expected to provide entertainment. They were highly skilled in the playing koto, shakuhachi, tsuzumi and shamisen (traditional Japanese instruments), igo (traditional Japanese board game), dance and poetry. They also had to learn from an early age classic Japanese, calligraphy, flower arranging (ikebana or kadō) and the tea ceremony (chadō). In addition, clients expected them to be knowledgeable in scholarly matters, and so it was essential that courtesans had the abilities to carry witty and intelligent conversation and write eloquently. Their art and fashions often set trends among the wealthy and, because of this, cultural aspects of oiran traditions continue to be preserved to this day.

Oiran dōchū (花魁道中, おいらん道中) - the impressive procession with which the oiran moved, surrounded by all the entourage and servants from their seirō. Example of oiran dōchū.

Maiko (舞妓) - is a young apprentice geisha in Kyoto. The equivalent of maiko in Tokyo is hangyoku.

Okāsan (お母さん, lit. "Mother") - that's how the courtesans called the owners of the brothels.

Seirō (青楼, "Green Houses") - refers to the yūkaku licensed pleasure quarters - specifically Yoshiwara. The place where they lived. The term seirō originated in Chinese to denote a pavilion in which a nobleman kept a mistress.

Chaya (茶屋, "Tea house") - oiran place to meet clients and work. To call an oiran, the customer must use a tea house as a mediator, but not just only ask the tea house, they had to spend a lot of money there beforehand. They had to prove that they had enough money and power to play with the oiran. Then, they had the right to call for an oiran.

Kanzashi (簪) - are hair ornaments used in traditional Japanese hairstyles. The term kanzashi refers to a wide variety of accessories, including long, rigid hairpins, barrettes, fabric flowers and fabric hair ties. // Hana-kanzashi - are ornaments usually in the shape of flowers worn by maiko. Each month is assigned a different theme.

Kusudama (薬玉) - spherical ornament made of, among others, artificial flowers or paper (e.g. origami method). Sometimes long colored ribbons or threads are attached to it from the bottom. In ancient Japan, a kusudama was a bag filled with scented substances designed to scare away evil spirits and demons, mainly during the annual "Children's Festival" (Tango no Sekku or Ayame no Hi (Iris Festival)) on May 5. Today, this decoration is used during various ceremonies, such as the opening of a new store or restaurant. Sometimes it serves as a gift. Kusudamas is considered a precursor of modular origami.

Futon (布団) - traditional japanese bedding. It consists of a mattress (shiki-buton) and a duvet (kake-buton). Futons after taking out for the night from the wall cabinet (oshiire) are laid on tatami. After they are rolled up and put in the wardrobe in the morning, you gain free space in the room for the day, which can be used for other purposes.

Tatami (畳) - is a type of mat used as a flooring material in traditional Japanese-style rooms. Because of the fact that they aren't cleaned, you cannot step on them with shoes/dirty feet.

Shōji (障子, しょうじ) - is a door, window or room divider used in traditional Japanese architecture, consisting of translucent (or transparent) sheets on a lattice frame. Shōji usually slide, but may occasionally be hung or hinged, especially in more rustic styles.

Kimono (着物, きもの, lit. "thing to wear") - is a traditional Japanese garment. The kimono is a wrapped-front garment with square sleeves and a rectangular body, and is worn left side wrapped over right, unless the wearer is deceased. Oiran wore multiple layers of silk kimono and her outfit sometimes weighed 20-30 kg (44-66 lb).

Genre: Romance || Fluff

Word count and reading time: ±9.5k (38 min.)

⚠ Warnings for this part of the request: Minor death (suggested), Eating people (mentioned), Threats, Misogyny, Forbidden Love/Mutual Pining,

Numerous lantern lights illuminated the streets of Yoshiwara revealing to many people a new face of Tokyo - which, because of their bright red color, was often called the Red Light District.

For some, it might have been associated with big, ripe fruit on the trees or the sunset after a beautiful day, but for you, it was associated with a woman’s red lipstick.

In the air there was a strong smell of various dishes and spices that could make you dizzy, as well as brewed green tea from chaya. The night was filled with the sounds of shamisen played by geisha for their audience in okiya, where all sorts of people gathered to rest with their charms, watching them dance, but you didn’t count among them.

Walking down a street full of harimise - brothels with a view inside through the bars, where a lots of prostitutes yūjo were sitting and urging you to visit them by their beautiful looks - and some shops, your eye hung on the colorful paper windmills and various richly decorated hair ornaments exhibited at the stalls.

Since it was still February you could mostly see the hana-kanzashi depicting plum blossoms for maiko. They were meant to remind us of the imminent arrival of spring and were replaced in March into bright yellow flowers of rapeseed and daffodil, pink peonies and peach flowers, as well as multicolored, delightful butterflies, when their true counterparts bloomed on the trees.

All the ornaments were shimmered from the metals they were made of. From gold and silver for the nobles, and brass for the common people. There were kanzashi with one spool, two; in the shape of combs, and many of them had red-pink petals attached to them. From a distance, they looked so real and fragile.

There were also those with white kusudama balls in different origami patterns giving off a strong, floral scent of perfume. To them below were attached long ribbons and threads blowing freely in the wind.

For a moment, you were wondering if you should buy something for her, but you immediately remembered that you have little more just to meet her.

Besides, she had much nicer ornaments and none of them matched her beauty. She was like a rare flower.

And she’s not a child anymore, she would probably laugh at a cheap toy.

“Are you buying something or..?” asked the fat salesman, looking at you in surprise. He’d never seen anyone who look at a piece of colored paper and a stick with such a dreamful and wide smile on face.

“Um, n-no.”

Getting caught watching toys for too long with embarrassment and a slight blush, you put it back. The man just shook his head with a slight laugh.

“Ah, love!” he said aloud with understanding. “Love… it does strange things to people,” he added after a moment of reflection, turning his back to you and waving his hand, but you didn’t see it because you walked away from his booth in embarrassment.

Love?

Do you love her?

Yes, you enjoyed spending time with her and talking to her, but would you call it love?

At the very thought, your cheeks became warmer and butterflies appeared in your stomach, causing a pleasant tickling in your gut…

After a moment’s reflection, you would admit that you might like her a little more than normal.

But you know you didn’t call it love - or rather, you both wouldn’t admit it. Besides, this relationship would never stand a chance, and it’s not just because of her profession…

When you finally stood in front of the tea house affiliated with Kyogoku House, you checked your clothes to see if they looked good and you smoothed your hair, which was messy by the cool, night wind.

Thinking you looked decent, you walked into the lobby and caught the eye of all the people there. As always, you politely greeted the owner of this place sitting at a low table and two hosts from the aforementioned house, sipping tea together.

You were a little surprised to see them - normally they should be in their house and a lobbygow from the chaya would bring them your request to meet after a short time. Then they would deliver your letter to Warabihime, and she would reply by other messenger boy.

Oiran can’t contact any of their clients directly, nor can they contact her - custom didn’t allow it, so you all had to use lobbygow. It was a long process, but you didn’t regret any moment or a coin spent on it.

Also, you couldn’t meet her whenever you wanted - you had to first ask her permission (in a letter) and wait for her answer. She could always disagree. It was the oiran, who decided if they wanted to take the client, not you or anybody else.

But she’s never said no to you. And the attitude of the hosts to you after a short time from satisfaction turned into concern.

Regardless of that, with a polite smile and a bow, holding a letter asking for a meeting in both hands, you handed it to them.

So far, you’ve been her longest-lived client… and her only one - after a few meetings with you, she started automatically refusing other people who wanted to see her.

The host’s wife, a woman named Omitsu, more than once felt anxious going to the demon’s room to deliver a handful of letters, all of which would soon end up shattered on tatami.

She looked at her with irritation written on her face as if she were a disgusting insect and tilted her head slightly to the right in her characteristic manner.

It never bode well…

- - -

When Daki’s patience ran out, she threatened Omitsu, that the next thing she’d tear apart would be her guts, if she brought more letters not from you.

What happened between the two of you during those meetings? Did you put a spell on her? Or is she the one who has some evil plans for you? The owner of Kyogoku House didn’t know and was becoming more and more disturbed about it.

Not feeling right under constant stress, she ordered one of the newly arrived girls to carry the long-awaited letter from you, and the other to massage her shoulders. Warabihime only made her still worry and added her gray hair.

“I will do it, Okāsan,” offered Hinatsuru, because she was nearby and the other workers were too scared.

With a kind smile on her painted lips, she took the letter and went upstairs to the woman’s room, feeling the grateful gaze of the rest of the girls on her back. She could hear their whispers full of concern and questions like: “Will she be okay?”

She saw that something was up - she had been here for a while and had been keeping a close eye on all the Kyogoku House employees. So far, there’s nothing she could do except to not accidentally alert demon about her.

As she walked slowly through the corridors, she read the sender’s name and memorized it so she could tell Tengen if anything happened - the main Oiran was her most likely target, and it is necessary to gather as much information as possible to fight the enemy.

Who were you? One of the demons? A man helping her keep up appearances? Or did you know nothing about her true nature? Can a demon love? Was she really a demon? Or maybe a hunch confounded her?

But even she felt the terror beating from this room and the creature hiding in it. As she approached, she felt like a prey going to a predator for slaughter.

Even the most beautiful purebred cat won’t deny its nature and stop hunting mice.

She knocked and waited for a moment for an answer. Inside, she saw the beautiful Warabihime sitting by the mirror, whom she had already seen several times strolling down the hallway or looking at her from the balcony - she watched as she went with the whole long retinue of dōchū to the tea house to meet her client.

[Frist Name] [Last Name].

She always walked with her head held high and proud, as if everything around her belonged to her. Probably her position allowed her to do a lot, but in the same way, being an oiran meant limitations. Pretending to be human, too.

For Hinatsuru, one small evidence was enough. Any proof. Just enough not to report to Lord Tengen only her unconfirmed hunches.

She wished, she knew how the work for Suma and Makio was going. Maybe if she had better contact with them, she could figure something out. But if the demon noticed or suspected something, they could easily die.

Without even looking at her, Warabihime asked what she wanted while was correcting a red lipstick applied to her lower lip with her little finger. She looked perfect, just like a porcelain doll or a moon goddess. Pale skin untainted by any scar reflected the light of candles giving her a phenomenal appearance - even in incomplete makeup and without ornaments in the hair no one could deny her beauty.

“Okāsan told me to bring you this.”

Hinatsuru pulled a letter from the purple-white kimono hidden in her sleeve and waved it lightly in the air.

She saw the woman suddenly stop in her activity and focus her gaze in reflection on the rolled paper.

“Put it on the table and leave.”

She tried to pretend not to be very interested, but as soon as the paper door shōji closed behind the new oiran, Daki was next to the letter in a second. The rush of air dropped several layers of kimono, ruining the outfit she had just worn, but she didn’t care. Up close, your scent was even more intense, filling her lungs. It was like an aphrodisiac to her.

“Why are you so excited?” Gyutaro asked, scratching his cheek and standing over his younger sister.

He stared on her with letter in hand with a deep frown on his face, not understanding her. He recognized your handwriting, and while it was clear that you were trying to write nicely, it didn’t hide your unskilled hand and your lack of talent for calligraphy.

He had felt a change in the girl for some time and could see how she reacted to the very mention about [Last Name].

When other women even mentioned your name, she’d instinctively keep an ear out to catch as much of the conversation as possible or she’d stand nearby to listen for a while, although when he asked, she’d always deny it.

He wasn’t sure whether he should be happy she found a new toy or worry more. Ever since she started meeting you, she’s become… softer.

Messy.

Defenceless.

He would even dare to say dreamy. Her thoughts wandered unconsciously all the time and were always focused only on you. You were the culmination of her every thought. What did you do? How did you feel? Have you had a rough day? Are you going to meet her today? Is… is there anyone else?

She was no longer thinking about her previous priorities or gaining strength. It began to irritate him and frustrate him. So much, so that to get away from her thoughts of you, he began to leave her body more often. He couldn’t bear to see your smiling face engraved on her mind like a burn scar.

Daki, unaware of how great his dislike for you was, only turned her head to her brother, looking at him with joy hidden in green irises and a broad, but sincere and kind smile - he asked nothing more.

• • •

Did you know her brother? Yes, although at first he was a passive observer through Daki’s eyes for most of your meetings.

Personally, he thought his sister deserved someone better, 'cause you were really average-looking. He wouldn’t say you were ugly like him or above average beautiful like one person with colorful, rainbow eyes…

But he’d still judge you as a mediocre, who doesn’t stand out in the crowd. You were just average. Ordinary. If he walked past you, it’s very likely he wouldn’t normally noticed or pay attention to you.

That’s why he wasn’t annoyed by your looks, but he was jealous of your talk. You talked freely to his sister and often made her laugh. You’ve probably misled more than one girl with that kind of talk.

The thought provoked an anger that even Daki felt. She silenced him in her thoughts and tried to pretend that everything was all right, but she felt under her skin how her brother’s emotions filled her and how they crawled under her skin like little worms spreading all over her body. His anger was like an unquenchable fire, and he made her feel hot. Soon after, she felt the sweat run down her exposed neck and asked you to open the window.

The cool air from the streets of Yoshiwara was like a deliverance to her, though it didn’t put out the fire inside. She didn’t understand him. Where did this anger suddenly come from in him?

To calm him, she grabbed her hand and squeezed the garment more tightly with the other. That didn’t help. She could barely contain her own trembling and keep a cheerful smile on her face, although she was also beginning to get angry.

But her anger wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at him.

Oh, how much she’d want him to sleep through that meeting with you, like he used to.

Fearing that something would happen to you, she ended the meeting sooner than she wanted and slowly returned to Kyogoku House. People watched her colourful procession of many, both male and female employees from her seirō, but she was the only one who stole everyone’s attention - she was like a diamond. Beautiful flower among weeds and grasses. Although she usually liked the attention she received, today it was unbearably annoying to her.

Her perfectly smooth forehead was flawed by the folds created by her tightly furrowed thin eyebrows.

She tried not to step out of her role and moved with a slow dance step towards her present place of residence, although she could easily get there within seconds even on her black high-soled geta.

After she returned to her seirō and locked in her room, they even quarreled over it all. Very seriously and rough. Although it took place without much damage to the furniture, several other girls said they heard an unknown male voice from her room. Some thought it was just her throat torn from Warabihime’s (no one knew her name except her brother and later you too) screams and it was still her voice, other say that she was insane or possessed by evil spirits.

To avoid do something he might regret later, Gyutaro went outside while the night was still young.

He wandered through side and dark streets killing drunks and couples, looking for some privacy to pick on them and release the accumulated negative emotions, but nothing could improve his mood.

Anger flowed through his veins under his skin, triggering an increasingly strong desire to scratch himself, and he gave in to it (not that he resisted much). He do it so hard that blood started dripping down his forehead and clavicle - he didn’t care about it because he’d regenerate in no time.

Then among the sounds of people walking in the streets, the roar of machines, and the sound of his rough skin torn by his black fingernails, he heard your voice. He looked out of the alley with curiosity and saw you walking in the company of a black-haired man.

You talked to him about something gesticulating vigorously, although the conversation itself didn’t interest him. Seeing your movements and hearing the annoying voice, an idea popped into his head - if you give him reason by which you could make his sister sad, he’ll kill you.

The thought brought a wide, menacing smile to his face, revealing sharp teeth and capable of shivering the body of more than one experienced Demon Slayer.

He knew Daki would be angry, but you were the reason for their argument and his sour mood right now. He felt like with your disappearance, so would his current problems.

The rest of the night he followed you jumping on the rooftops of buildings and listening to what you were talking about - despite his dislike for you, he even laughed a few times at your remarks and comments. He also found out that the man in the brown kimono and tied hair is your close friend Kaito.

• • •

It’s been a few days since he started following you and got to know you better - he already knew how you make a living and what your routine looks like. During the day he hid from the sun in a nearby house (whose owners suddenly disappeared under unexplained circumstances) and waited for dark to fall, when he could again follow you like a watchdog.

He didn’t even notice when all the hatred for you burned out inside him like an old bonfire, leaving nothing but smoking residue.

He was no longer actively looking for faults in you, and followed you more out of habit and curiosity. But he still had mixed feelings for you - maybe not as negative as at first.

Although he wouldn’t admit it to anyone (even to himself).

Your friend would show up at your place sometimes with a carriage full of stuff, and sometimes you’d go out with him for drinks at a cheap bar nearby. It was a good opportunity to see what you thought of his sister.

Was she just one of many women for you to play with? Have you been seeing anyone besides her? Did you really respect her? What are you saying about her behind her back?

Thoughts like this popped into his head, but he wasn’t worried about hearing something bad from you about her.

But the words of a drunk are the thoughts of a sober, and with that thought he put his ears to hear you better, when your friend dragged you home. He hasn’t drink to much, because of the experience he’s had with you.

“Ahh, I want to go to Warabihime!” You were whining and trying to get away from your friend. It was a poor attempt, but it was difficult for the demon to judge whether it was alcohol or you were always so weak.

“You’ve been here last time and you don’t have money to meet now. Besides, you have to get permission first,” the black-haired man admonished you, tired of your drunken self.

“No, I wanna now! Let me goooo.”

“If you want to go to prostitutes go to some cheaper yūjo. There are a lot of them in harimise. No one will even know.”

Kaito casually offered knowing the rules of the pleasure district - after all, he used their services not so long time ago.

If oiran chose you as her client after three (very expensive) meetings, during which you tried to convince her that you were worthy of her, you couldn’t use the services of other women. Especially some cheap prostitute or some other oiran - it would be an insult to her, and although you know perfectly well that she would probably never know about it, you couldn’t look her in the face afterwards.

“No, you don’t understand, I can’t. I want to go to Warabihime!”

You still whined like a baby, but no one paid attention. You’ve already moved far away from the Entertainment District. You were surrounded only by low family houses and dark streets lit only by the light of a full moon watching you silently from above. He wasn’t the only one, although the other observer showed more interest, hiding yourself in the shadow.

“Is she really that good?” asked older man without even looking at you and suddenly got hit on the head by you.

The hit wasn’t strong, but it was painful enough that he suddenly let you go and you fell flat to the ground. The scene surprised Gyutaro so much that he stopped breathing, and he might even laugh, if he wasn’t shock of your reaction.

“What was that?!” Kaito asked, screaming in anger.

If it wasn’t for the sake circulating in your veins and spinning in your head, you could see the veins coming out of his forehead and his tightly clenched fists tremble. Your friend hated being insulted. Even as a joke, and now you’re overreacting.

“What was that supposed to be? What’s gotten into you? Are you… A-ah,” he said after a moment understanding and laughed unexpectedly. He didn’t expect that from you. Especially from you.

Yes, he was still angry, but he knew what oiran and other women of her type were like - they said many beautiful words and promised even more just to keep a well-paid client. Their living piggy banks. And you’ve obviously fallen for it more than he thought.

Not long ago he had been dating one, but when the first enchantment had passed he saw how much he had been deceived and trifled. No one has ever humiliated and ridiculed him like that woman had.

To this day, he can still smell her perfume reminiscent of peaches and kept the letters he couldn’t burn. He tried not to get drunk because of you, to walk you home safely, although he would love to do it.

He’d like to keep his mind off the time he was seeing her. To those brightly colored and sunny times with sweet feelings like her lips, and yet… fake.

He would like to forget her unique hair color, looking like the sun and and the deep black of the night at the same time. Throw out a strand of golden curls from her bangs. Forget her loud laugh and her sometimes out of control temperament, which he loved so much. Forget about these light brown eyes, which never looked at him with affection.

Every gesture she made was taught by years of practice, and every sweet word devoid of feeling - she was like an empty porcelain doll, and he found out too late. He always thought she was thinking about someone else, when she was with him.

He learned that she was playing with him by chance, when he heard another drunk man telling about his oiran’s great love for him and showing her letters for proof. Kaito would always recognize the scent of her perfume and her writing style.

However, he hoped it was a mistake and went to Ogimoto House to listen to other women’s gossip. All he had to do was stand by the window and he could have found out everything. The sound of their laughter and mockery directed at him hurt him. Those kind night ladies voices said such bad things about him that he just wanted to curl up and die in shame.

From that day on, he never returned to tea house.

But sometimes he stood near her balcony, when unconsciously his legs led him again towards Ogimoto House, and he would looking with longing and chest pain.

Against his will, he waited for her to see her feisty face with sharp features and small cute nose or silky hair again.

He saw a black crow come to her every now and then, and she’d pick up a letter attached to its leg. She then unfolded the red kimono and hid a piece of paper under it - he could only guess how close it was to her heart and who her lover was…

Sometimes, however, it was she who secretly sent the letter, plunging Kaito even more into dark despair.

Was he angry? Of course, he was. Even mad, but he couldn’t stop loving Makio either.

“All right, it’s fine,” he helped you get up and cleared your clothes. He understood what a wonderful feeling it was to love and be loved, but some of the flowers that grew from the seeds of that love were… poisonous. “Come home and get some sleep.”

Kaito helped you get undressed and put you in a futon. Your grey kimono (not so official, worn only because you didn’t mind destroying or staining it) he cleaned out the sand and dust of the street. The man decided open the window for you, so you could sleep better and the air in the room wouldn’t get stale from your stinking breath.

He was your good friend, but he treated you like you were his younger sibling (although you two were almost the same age). He was also your business partner - he would bring in goods from the far reaches of Japan, and you would sell it on the busy streets.

When Kaito left you had a strange dream - you dreamed that a skinny, grotesque figure stood over you like one of worst nightmares.

His morbidly yellow eyes stared straight at you through a veil of fat, dark green hair, piercing you through like daggers.

Even though you were tucked under a duvet and covered with a blanket to keep you warm, you felt like you were instantly getting cold - probably through an open window (through which the stranger must have entered) illuminating his monstrous face.

He looked like Death or a being closely related to it - did he come for your soul? Maybe he was just a seriously ill homeless man looking for shelter on a cold night?

The stranger was looking at you with a mysterious grin on his face like he wasn’t satisfied with something and was wondering about something at the same time. You felt like a disgusting insect under his judgmental gaze. The man scratched himself on the gray skin on his cheek, causing a rough chill on your back.

Scratch, scratch, scratch echoed across the room when you looked at each other in silence.

For a moment, the thought crossed your drunken mind, that you might be able to fall asleep when your eyelids became too heavy to keep them open, but then the he spoke in a hoarse voice.

“You annoy and irritate me,” his voice was loud in the quiet room like the sound of a bell. “But for some reason I can’t hate you.”

The gray creature leaned over you so that your noses almost touched.

The strands of his bangs tickled your forehead and a piece of loose material hanging around his neck fell on your covered chest. You could smell his bad breath stinking like rotten flesh and blood.

“But if you hurt my sister, I’ll kill you.”

The threatening words sounded like a promise he was determined to keep. Although you had no idea how you’d know his sister.

Still, you picked up something in his voice that made you think he didn’t want to do it. As a trader, you had to be able to read your customers, and that’s why you knew who wanted what, when they were hiding something and when they were honest with you.

That’s why you knew Warabihime was completely honest with you about her behavior, although sometimes she seems to want to show you more than she can. Something keeps her from telling you about her worry, that makes her seem depressed sometimes and she masks it with a gentle smile.

You never asked about that because you didn’t want to spoil the atmosphere and lead to unpleasant situations between you two.

After the man’s words, you were able to sleep. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol circulating in your body or the fear helped you, but when you woke up next day, you almost forgot the night guest. A slight throbbing of your head in the morning and a dry mouth only helped you remember what you were doing early in the evening with Kaito. You remembered the rest when you sat on the futon and saw a huddled figure in the corner of the room.

He squatted with his elbows on his thighs and his fingers touching the floor between his legs. He was so crooked that just looking at him made your back hurt. You didn’t believe he was comfortable like that. You regretted that only piece of his wardrobe was baggy navy trousers and red pieces of fabric loosely tied around his shoulders - seeing his extremely skinny body and morbidly gray-green skin, you had another headache again and you were getting nauseous, which you somehow stopped with a stone face.

The creature looked at you with boredom as if you were an unexpected and even more unwanted guest than the other way around - he didn’t budge or even blink like a grotesque sculpture.

He reminded you of Kaito’s stories of horrible, ugly, stone figures placed on the rooftops of many temples and cathedrals in faraway lands that he’d heard from other people - whether it’s tourists or foreign traders. They called them chimeras or gargoyles, depending on their function.

Was he a product of your mind as a sign to stop drinking?

“Are you finally get up?”

He asked, interrupting the silence and tilting his head slightly in a way familiar to you, but all you could do was nod your head and issue from a clenched throat quietly “Uh”.

You noticed that the window was closed now by wooden shutters and he was sitting under the wall adjacent to it as far away from it as possible.

“Don’t you have work today?”

You swallowed your saliva and nodded your head again. Feeling like an unwanted pest in your own home, you got up and folded the sheets. You put it on the other side of the room (under the window) and moved into the kitchen feeling behind you the watchful gaze of the bulging eyes and the menacing aura of your guest.

You entered the kitchen (the largest room in the house), where you had a low table and a stone stove, but you didn’t use it. An iron kettle for boiling water you set over a small fire. You remember when you dug a hole by yourself and then you covered it with bricks for safety. You liked to use it.

When you looked back, you saw a caricature of a man standing at the entrance to the room, still hidden in the shadows. He watched you from semi closed eyelids with boredom.

Does he have a skin condition? Can the sun hurt him? Is he afraid? Or maybe, like a vampire, you have to invite him?

A distant memory flashed through your head - how, as a little kid, you overheard a conversation among adults about bloodthirsty creatures turning to dust while they were standing in the sunlight. At that time they told you to leave then so as not to scare you, but curiosity was stronger.

Why do you suddenly remember that after all these years?

You shook your head and closed the shutters. To make sure the wind wouldn’t open them, you pulled the metal lock too for safety.

The room was semi-darkness.

Why did you do that?

Just to avoid a worse headache, and he decided to take advantage of it by walking into the kitchen.

Close up, when his position didn’t hide too much from you so you could see how bad he was - appearing rough and sickly skin was marked by numerous black marks, and the abdomen was practically concave. There were also bony hips protruding from behind the his material trousers, and you could describe him as a living skeleton, although he had heavily scratched muscle tissue gathered around his shoulders.

You placed two small clay tea cups on the table (remembering that you still had some medicinal herbs left for a hangover) and caused a mischievous smile on your comrade’s face as if you had done something stupid.

Yet he sat beside you at the table with his legs crossed and watched in silence as you ate a piece of dry meat with buttered bread. You weren’t sure how you were able to swallow when his constant gaze on you made your throat clenched itself. He didn’t even blink.

You paid him back with the same, but you couldn’t stand it for a long time and you started looking into the space above him. When you looked at him, you felt some kind of regret that made you offer him a piece of meat in your hand.

With this you caused him a loud burst of laughter, from which you jumped up in your seat. You amused him so much that he closed his eyelids and covered his mouth full of sharp yellow teeth with one hand, and he started hitting his knee with the other.

You didn’t know what was funny about it, so you just sat in front of him with a disconcerting face and with your hand still out holding a piece of meat pointing at him, but now you felt like an animal who had done a trick.

Gyutaro amused the absurdity of the situation and this irony, as you, a human - practically defenseless against him and unaware of his initial intentions (he still judging you) offer him, the demon, who has killed hundreds of people, a piece of food. If he was hungry, you’d be the first course on his menu.

When he calmed down a little, the broad smile still didn’t come off his face revealing his big teeth and made small wrinkles near his eyes showing how cheerful he was now.

You had a shiver for a moment, but you decided not to show it. If he isn’t a vision of your sleepy mind induced by alcohol, then it was better not to provoke him and didn’t let him know you’re afraid of him.

The stranger, feeling comfortable enough with you, lay down on the floor on his left side and resting his head on his fists, watched your morning routine without moving.

When you went to the other room to pick up some clothes (your house had only three rooms, one of which was a storage room) he just turned his head towards you and again returning to his previous, bored posture.

Even though he wasn’t physically moving, his eyes followed you, tracking your every move.

Then you also had to set up your wooden stall and load the goods on it. Unfortunately, your mare died a few months ago and you had to pull the carriage on wheels to the nearest town. If it weren’t for your expensive encounters with Warabihime, you could probably buy another horse sooner…

Actually, you were planning on taking the day off, but your unexpected visitor made you not want to stay home.

When you came back late in the evening, the only sign of him was the untouched clay cup of cold tea that you put in front of him.

For a moment, you really believed it was just a hallucination, but he came back after a few days.

• • •

You came home again at night after another day’s work in a remote city and he was already waiting for you inside. When you closed the door behind you, cutting yourself off from the sound of crickets in the nearby fields, you heard a quiet, characteristic for him scratch, scratch, scratch carring over a small building. You didn’t have time to escape to the street because he showed up right next to you.

There were several deep wounds on the right side of his face caused by his nervous scratching. Seeing you seemed to upset him even more because his movements got even more intense.

“Ne, ne, where have you been? Why don’t you come to her?”

Completely surprised by his sudden appearance, you took your breath away and all you could do was just stupidly open and close your mouth like a fish pulled out of the water. It was probably the first time, when you didn’t know what to say.

“Daki is impatient. She’s been waiting long enough for you.”

The man said that with a grudge against you. He was mad at you for not trying harder and making his pretty sister angry.

“Who… Who is Daki?”

You only managed to mouthed through a clenched throat as the monster in your kitchen continued to scratch nervously. He paused for a moment, reminding himself that you didn’t know everything yet, so he just said:

“Warabihime.”

Her name made your heart beat a little faster and you started to wonder how much you really know about her? Why did he call her Daki? How much does she have to do with him and who is he?

But before you could ask him anything, he threw you on his shoulder. Afraid he would drop you (or roll over with you), you propped on his bony back, but he had a surprisingly strong grip for someone looking so hungry.

Holding you with one hand, he went out in front of your house, jumped high and landed on the roof of a nearby building. It happened so fast that you only felt a sudden rush of cold air and could see your wooden geta fall down where you were just now.

Surprised and even more frightened, you clung tighter to a man, who seemed to mock your fear. You could have sworn that for a brief moment before he ran on the rooftops toward the bright Yoshiwara District you could see a smile on his face.

The fact that he only held you with one hand didn’t help you calm down at all.

A few minutes later, you were facing your black-haired oiran at Kyogoku House. It was the first time you had been in her seirō - you had always only met in tea house, but you didn’t have a nerve now to look around the room.

She sat in front of you proudly like a princess on a tatami dressed in a beautiful, silk, white kimono with a broad smile on her painted lips and a joy dancing in her bright eyes. She seemed even more radiant with affection, when she saw you.

Unusually, she was dressed more skimpily than usual - when her clothes opened you saw that instead of many other colorful layers of attire she was wearing only pink and black, lace panties and a wide obi of a similar color in a floral pattern tied around her slim belly. Her breasts were covered only by two straps of black material held by the belt, and her long, slender legs were dressed in stockings to match her underwear.

The man who brought you here unceremoniously dropped you off his shoulder on the floor and looked at you as if you were his new problem.

You jumped with your gaze from a figure standing above you to a woman sitting nearby without knowing what to do or why they brought you here.

Finally, the green-skinned man turned on his heel and walked toward the window you just came through, saying:

“I think you two have a little talk to do.”

And he jumped outside. He expected you to be too embarrassed to talk to Daki when he was around (although he was there all the time during your previous meetings, not that you knew about it) and he wanted her to explain this all to you.

You certainly had a ton of questions, and whether you survive afterwards will depend only on you.

Gyutaro crouched over the open window listening attentively to every word. His hand instinctively found its way to his skinny clavicle and began to unconsciously scratch it to relieve the stress.

After a long and, it would seem, difficult conversation for both of you, there was finally a deaf silence. He wondered for a moment if she killed you and if he could come back now. Then you spoke again. You were insecure and nervous - he could tell from your voice, but you surprised him again.

You wanted to try and keep seeing her. Despite knowing they’re both bloodthirsty demons eating your kind.

Gyutaro couldn’t take much time to think about your decision because he saw the black ink sky slowly change to a bright blue and red-orange flashes of the sun appear on the horizon, reminiscent of lanterns hanging in the Entertainment District.

Suddenly interrupting for you two, he went inside and kidnapped you again (despite his sister’s protests) jumping out with you to the street - he didn’t have much time and because you lost your shoes earlier, he couldn’t just leave you there. He knew Daki would be even more upset with him.

- - -

You were at the entrance of your house in just a few minutes. He stopped on the roof and grabbed you tight under the armpits. Your [Hair Color] hair was blowing in every possible direction by the wind and your head was spinning slightly like you were drunk again.

He bowed his head slightly and the orange sky looked like hellish flames behind him. He looked at you from behind his black-green hair, narrowing his menacingly yellow eyes.

“Do you have any idea what will happen if you ever cheat on her?”

Already less intimidated by his appearance, you nodded and said loudly, “You’re going to kill me!” and he slightly tilted his head as if you were irritating his ears.

“At least you’re smart.”

After these words, he let you fall on the gravel road outside your door. You moaned from the pain of a beaten ass, but you didn’t break anything - fortunately the height was too low for that.

Gyutaro watched for a moment as you lay before he disappeared behind the edge of the roof and rushed back to Kyogoku House. You didn’t know why he didn’t stay with you if he’d been there before… unless he was bothered by being with you all day.

Before any of your neighbors could see you, you got up with difficulty and took the geta that had been left on the street. Maybe someday you’ll find another…

You looked over the buildings thinking you’d see a big dark figure running over them, but he was gone, and you still had in your head nervous voice Warabi– … No, it’s Daki.

She told you her real name and what she was. She told you about her older brother and their history. She didn’t plan to hide anything from you from now on and exposed herself to you more than to anyone else.

Many had seen her attractive, firm body hidden under many layers of silk, but no one had yet known her heart.

Could you ignore something like that?

• • •

And you tried to come more often anyway. You couldn’t break your routine, but sometimes she was so impatient that she would even give you money, so you could get there early. Of course, it would have been easier if she intimidated the homeowners, Omitsu and her husband into letting you meet whenever you wanted, but you forbade her.

You could understand eating people, you would be a hypocrite to condemn her for eating the only food she could when you ate beef, veal, chicken and fish, when you were hungry. So that you could live on your own, you ate the flesh of other beings like many other species, and the fact that demons could only eat human was not her fault.

But you couldn’t tolerate, much less accept, terrorizing others so that only for you could meet. You could never accept senseless bloodshed or hurting and scaring others.

Your first face-to-face meeting was two weeks later, and it was the first time you were with all two of them. Gyutaro was ready to go out and hide somewhere not to disturb you, but you stopped him. You didn’t feel embarrassed or disgusted by him, although when you first saw him, he terrified you.

“Huh?” he murmured and his hand raised to scratch his neck. He looked at you with a mixture of surprise and amazement, and Daki felt a pleasant warmth pouring into her interior. So far, only two people have been kind to her brother.

If it wasn’t for her full makeup, you might see her cheeks blushing with delight. She slightly opened her lips in surprise, and her eyes glazed in the light of candles - she looked like a child at the sight of an unexpected, dream gift.

The man looked at his sister to see if she was okay with it and, not seeing any objection, sat down, but still keeping his distance. As time went on, he began to sit closer and closer to you.

You didn’t always just talk - sometimes Daki played koto or shamisen, that already were in the tea house or you played a board game Go.

• • •

Gyutaro finally fully understood why she was so angry when he came back from his long absence smelling like blood and you.

At first she was just angry with him for leaving her alone and even tried to look for him (without success), but when she smelled your strong smell from him she feared the worst. This led to another fight, and this time she didn’t pay attention to the furniture or the appearance of pretending to be a human being.

Frightened Omitsu told all the girls to stay away from her room hearing the sound of broken wood and her screams.

Hinatsuru then became more suspicious of the demon’s identity, but she was unable to send Kasugai crow to Tengen with her suspicions. She had to wait for her, and due to the increased demon activity in the city, she might have been caught. It wouldn’t be hard for a strong demon to kill a bird and then her.

She couldn’t have made a mistake. And she needed a real proof so she wouldn’t accidentally bewray herself by pointing out the wrong person.

• • •

Honestly, you were doing pretty good right now. Your insistence on stil making appearances all the time irritated Daki, who, if she could, would see you every day. Her brother supported you, although on the other hand, he hated saying no to his sister.

However, they both noticed that someone was watching their every move, and not only at Kyogoku House, so they had to continue the farce, at least until they got rid of all the pests.

But back to the present…

After giving the letter of request, the man (the owner of the seirō and Omitsu’s husband, whose name you couldn’t remember) told you that Warabihime was already waiting for you on the floor of the tea house.

Kyogoku House was the residence of oiran, kamuro, shinzou, other workers and owners couples - the women never brought their clients there and specifically went only to the chaya associated with their houses.

Surprised by her impatience, you let him lead you to the room. The little girls (probably kamuro, supporter housekeepers who cleaned and learned the artistic part of oiran work) looked at you with curiosity as always, not knowing how you could want to meet someone as cruel as Warabihime.

Out of politeness, you smiled warmly at them and waved, recognizing a few faces. Behind them, you saw a woman with bright purple eyes, coming out of one of the rooms. Her kimono fit her violet eyes like metal clips grafted into her fantastically arranged long hair. Under her left eye, you saw a tiny beauty mark through the white make-up that adds charm to her.

You thought maybe Daki mentioned about her once or two - she didn’t like her and complained about her a lot. What did she do to her? She never said it, although it was very likely nothing. The demon sometimes acts like a spoiled child around you when she’s completely done pretending.

“So, [Last Name]” the old man began as he stood with you in front of the thin shōji door. “Why are you with Warabihime? What do you like so much about her?”

You answered without hesitation.

“She’s cute.”

And you heard a loud man’s laugh coming out from behind the door. Gyutaro laughed uncontrollably, making the man next to you pale and almost fall over. At the last minute, you grabbed him by the arm and didn’t let him.

He nervously wiped his forehead with a cloth handkerchief and, saying he could handle it now and ran to the frist floor to be as far away from the monster and this cursed room as possible.

When you went inside, you saw the green-skinned demon shaking all over, holding his belly and laughing, covering his mouth with his other hand, trying to be quiet (which he didn’t do very well). His yellow eyes narrowed and took the shape of crescent moon. You thought you saw a tear drops out of one of them.

Daki tried to silence him by standing over him with wrinkled eyebrows, repeating over and over “Shhhh, shhhh,” loudly with her finger pressed against her narrow lips, but it didn’t help. Despite the white foundation all over her face and neck (part of her oiran makeup), you could see her ears turning deep red.

Gyutaro’s amusement also came to you, and after a while you also began to laugh, enjoying the next meeting with the demonic siblings.

As always, you spent a few hours together. Daki was playing shamisen, and you and her brother were playing Go while you were talking. You could have sworn that the whole meeting, the black-haired girl was strangely thoughtful. When you caught her looking at you, she looked away fast and her ears turned red again.

• • •

After all, just as you were leaving, you were suddenly dragged by the shoulder into a dark room. It was one of the new oiran. What did Daki say her name was? Hinatsuru? Maybe a little different.

“Um, yes?”

You asked without knowing what she might want from you. Her eyebrows wrinkled with concern and her lips slightly extended as if she was still hesitating about what she was doing. She kept holding you under your arm, squeezing your clothes tighter.

She had thin and slender fingers, but her grip wasn’t delicate. If you didn’t know, you’d think you were caught by a hard-working young man.

“I–, I need help,” she whispered finally looking into your eyes. She looked desperate. “It’s important and only you can help me.”

“Excuse me?”

There was still a deep horror on her face, worrying you a little bit and making you wonder how you could help her? You had never spoken until now. But despite this, Hinatsuru knew you well - the girls at Kyogoku House talking about you, because you were probably the longest customer of cold Warabihime and now the only one.

She didn’t want to imply anything, but everything suggested that others might be dead, and she didn’t want anything to happen to you. Also, you must have gotten to know the cruel oiran very well by that time and you could help her in her mission.

She now had limited movements and lost contact with the other two women. She tried to send a message to Tengen some time ago by mices, but he still didn’t respond. Maybe the demon found out.

“Please come here tomorrow and meet me. You have to talk to me,” she said as quietly as before.

You were about to ask why, but when you saw the feelings in her eyes... You just nodded. It must have been something important if she insisted, and there was a reason why she couldn’t talk about it now.

Was she afraid of someone?

The first thing that came to your mind was Daki, but she promised you no more terrorizing the inhabitants of her seirō. Maybe you’re thinking too much about her secret and that’s why she’s the one that comes to mind. Maybe it’s not about her at all…

“And take it.”

She handed you a object wrapped in a purple fabric. You couldn’t tell from only the touch what it was, so you hid it smoothly behind your kimono and nodded again.

Now she let you go. And yet you walked out of there with a bad feeling and a heavy burden on your shoulders.

- - -

Hinatsuru breathed a sigh of relief when you said yes. She was hoping to save you. She waited a moment before leaving the room herself and the first thing she saw, was Warabihime’s face contorted in a grimace of anger.

Her head was slightly tilted to the right and she frown to form a wrinkle on her smooth forehead.

“What are you doing?” she asked through clenched teeth.

Suddenly, cold sweat sweated all over the woman and she was covered with goose bumps. Her whole body was screaming, “RUN, FIGHT!” but she couldn’t move a single limb. It was hard even for her to breathe.

“N-nothing.”

The oiran leaned dangerously close, so Hinatsuru could easily smell her delicate sakura perfume and she whispered into her ear.

“So don’t touch what’s not yours, or you’ll lose your hands.”

Daki stepped away from her, threateningly staring her in the eyes for a moment, and left to return to Kyogoku House. She still could her talking as she walked away:

“I heard some girls disappeared from Tokito House recently. Take care of yourself.”

Hinatsuru felt she had to get out of here. She instinctively squeezed a small dose of poison hidden in the sleeve of the kimono she took with her just in case to simulate illness.

Yes, it’s time to bring in Uzui.

➻ Little dictionary:

Kimono (着物, きもの, lit. "thing to wear") - is a traditional Japanese garment. The kimono is a wrapped-front garment with square sleeves and a rectangular body, and is worn left side wrapped over right, unless the wearer is deceased.

Futon (布団) - traditional japanese bedding. It consists of a mattress (shiki-buton) and a duvet (kake-buton). Futons after taking out for the night from the wall cabinet (oshiire) are laid on tatami. After they are rolled up and put in the wardrobe in the morning, you gain free space in the room for the day, which can be used for other purposes.

Zataku (座卓) - is the generic term for this kind of low table.

Onigiri (御握り) - is made of rice formed into a triangular or oval shape, sometimes wrapped in a nori (Japanese name for different species of edible seaweed). This dish is stuffed with, among others, marinated Japanese apricot, roe, shrimp, fish, etc. The stuffing is usually salty to protect the rice from spoilage.

Gyūdon (牛丼, Japanese Beef Rice Bowl) - is one of the most popular and inexpensive fast food dishes in Japan. Its name can be literally translated to beef bowl.

Ikejime (活け締め) - It is a technique of killing fish neutralizing the nervous system of a live animal from bleeding. This ancient practice, of Japanese origin, has the effect of reducing stress and pain in fish. His muscles are not as tight, his flesh holds better, and his taste qualities are better compared to the usual way of strangulation.

Genre: Romance || Hurt/Comfort

Word count and reading time: +12.1k (49 min.)

⚠ Warnings for this part of the request: Minor death, Eating dead body, Severe injuries (not Reader), Forbidden Love/Mutual Pining,

Mukago’s life as a member of Twelve Kizuki was… stressful. She thought if she could join a group of the most powerful demons in the world, it would be easier for her, but it’s just getting harder.

She felt the constant pressure exerted by Muzan, the Upper Ranks looked down on her with superiority and contempt, and she was constantly afraid to maintain her position as the Lower Four.

Rui, Lower Five, was strong and probably if he wasn’t interested in climbing the ranks of Twelve Kizuki he could easily beat her - she could feel it just by standing near him during meetings.

He gave off a dense and suffocating aura showing how many people he had eaten and illustrating how ruthless and insensitive he was.

Apparently, he didn’t spare even the members of his “family”, which Kibutsuji kindly allowed him to create. Its size changed very quickly and often - someone joined, someone left (usually from his white hand in monstrous torments) and a new replacement appeared again.

This made him Muzan’s favorite, and all the Lower Ranks looked at him with jealousy, although he didn’t seem to notice or care about it.

She wouldn’t have beaten him if he challenged her to the Blood Battle - she knew her abilities and the differences between their powers that divide them like a deep chasm.

This didn’t mean that she wouldn’t try to defend herself, she would be foolish to surrender without a fight.

He didn’t need weak and cowardly demons. He wanted nothing from them but boundless devotion and ruthlessness. It’s the only way she could go far as a demon, as Lower One and all the Upper Ranks have shown.

And that’s why she was relieved that the spider boy was indifferent to the rat race in the ranks of Twelve Kizuki. As a result, she could still live.

But even though she had been one of Kizuki for some time, she still didn’t feel like a member of their group. It’s like she totally doesn’t fit there.

The Kibutsuji once said that they all should get rid of their humanity. Their greatest weakness, but just because she was a demon doesn’t mean that she still has no human feelings - she could still laugh, cry and feel gratitude for the kindness showed for her.

That’s why she remembers with pleasure her first encounter with [Last Name], which she tries to hide even from the Kibutsuji, fearing how he might react.

She was wounded and running from the Demon Slayer. She hoped her Lower Rank 4 position would somehow deter him, but he was determined to kill her. Too late she noticed that he was one of the kinoe - hashire she would have sensed from afar long ago.

With dizzying speed she ran through the trees, hearing his footsteps behind her, not at all far behind her. He easily kept up with her.

Every time she heard him pull out his katana with a metallic sound, she tilted her head down or changed direction to avoid the colored blade. Once he managed to cut the tips of her horns. She felt sweat run all over her body and her hair stand on end.

This chase could go on indefinitely unless one coincidence - a cliff that neither she nor he noticed.

With the menacing sound of a katana cutting through the air, she tried to dodge once again and cover her head with her hands, but suddenly she lost ground under her feet.

She didn’t have time to scream when she started falling, with the Demon Slayer next to her.

In the dark she had much better eyesight than humans in the dark, and in the dim moonlight she could see a surprise painted on the boy’s face - he didn’t even understand, what was happening before he hit the stones below them with a crack.

The fall, despite appearances, was quiet - the sound of broken bones was no louder than the sound of breaking a dry branch. Neither of them screamed. The only thing that escaped their mouths was the air collected in their lungs, which came out stifled.

She landed on her abdomen - she felt pain in her bent limbs and collapsed lungs.

Her nerve endings were burning her throughout her body, sending a message to her brain about her numerous critical injuries, and liters of blood spilling from her wounds made her feel cold as if she were lying in the snow. The punctured lungs prevented her from breathing, and the blood flooding them from the inside would probably have drowned her long ago, if she hadn’t been a demon.

Either that, or she’d die of pain because, unfortunately, she fell frist on her feet.

The nameless Demon Slayer fell out of her line of sight, and it cost her too much effort to lift and turn her head to see where he lay.

She didn’t hear his groans or heavy, unsteady breathing indicative of an agonizing state of great pain, so she suspected he fell on his head and split his skull. He died quickly and probably painlessly, unlike her - she was waiting for a long and painful recovery now.

If she faints for a few hours it would be a grace, but her mind stubbornly kept her conscious.

After about thirty minutes (which seemed like an eternity to her), her throat regenerated, and although she was still in pain, she was able to emit squeaks of pain. She sounded pathetic even to her own ears - not like a member of the most powerful demons in the world, but like a mouse tormented by a cat.

Tears continued to flow from her eyes, like endless waterfalls, blurring the view of white flowers from her face. It hurt, everything hurt her so much.

Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching her, and then saw a brighter and brighter light illuminating everything in front of her. Rocks, trees, plants… For a moment she feared it would be a rising of the day, but she didn’t burn after standing in all its glory.

The person, who arrived, stood behind her back and she could only guess who it was - a lost trader in the mountains? Another demon? Or maybe another Demon Slayer?

In her present condition, she couldn’t escape. She was scared, but at the same time she wanted all the pain to end.

Will that be the end of her? Will she find peace? Will she go to hell for her sins? Will she be reborn and get a second chance?

The person stood over them for a moment and heard only the hiss of the fire burning land in the candle that human had brought and its faster breathing.

She saw how the light moving and long shadow on the stones in front of her as the mystery figure covered the flame.

The traveler was afraid. She was sure of it. Mugako didn’t have a sharpened sense of hearing as well as the Upper Moon, but the person’s heart was beating so hard that she could hear it as if she had an ear on their chest.

Despite panic, this heartbeat calmed her down a bit. With a sore throat in a hoarse, quiet voice she said:

“He-help…”

And finally, she began to float away into blissful unconsciousness, listening to the sound of a rapid heartbeat.

• • •

Mukago woke up some time later in an unfamiliar place. She didn’t see the black sky above her or even the surrounding her before mountain landscape, but the wooden ceiling of a small house. She lay on a soft futon tightly covered with numerous blankets to keep her warm.

Where was she? Did she die? This is reincarnation?

Her sense of smell was immediately attacked by the numerous sweet smells, which was mixing with each other and surrounding her from all sides. She couldn’t pick up one that would tell her where she was.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of sliding wooden doors and footsteps. With difficulty she turned her head and saw the figure standing in the dark - she knew from the smell that it was a human. Unfortunately, it was too dark for her to tell more about person from place where she lay. She’d have to get up and get closer, but her head (and all the limbs) seemed to weigh hundreds of kilograms.

The stranger gently put down the wicker baskets on the ground next to the entrance and went to the furnace nearby. As quietly as before, person threw in a few logs of wood and lit a fire.

Are you afraid of her? Is that why you were so careful? But then why would you take her to your home?

In the dim orange light from the stone furnace, she saw better the facial features of her new companion. You didn’t look like a Demon Slayer, and your worried, wrinkled eyebrows didn’t indicate bad intentions. More like regret.

Maybe you regretted your decision and wondered what to do next? What should you do with a dangerous demon under your roof?

Suddenly you noticed she was awake and with a quiet “oh!” you froze motionless. In the warm glow of fire, she saw the surprise that appeared on your face for a second and then how you looked at her with those [color] eyes with an expression she didn’t recognize for now. She hasn’t seen it on anyone’s face too long time to tell immediately what kind of emotion it is.

She knew perfectly well the fear hidden in the stiff faces of her dead victims or the sadness when they begged for mercy in tears. She had seen pain and anger, but this… It was something new.

“Are you still going to sleep? Are you all right?” you asked, confusing her even more.

Why would you ask that and care about her? With every moment she spent with you, she have more and more questions popping into her head, and the uncertainty of your intentions twisting her guts. She didn’t know what to expect from you.

She nodded hesitantly and again there was silence between you for a few minutes.

You turned your gaze away from her looking at a distant point in front of you, focusing on your thoughts, and she felt the atmosphere getting more thicker.

You didn’t look like you were planning on speaking anytime soon, so she decided to do it, but before she spoke she already knew that it wouldn’t be an easy - no sound would pass through her dry, sore throat, and her swollen like a sponge tongue, stuck to her palate.

She swallowed her saliva with difficulty a few times and opened her glued lips with a wet sound attracting your attention again.

“Where–?”

“At my house,” you said quickly and didn’t let her finish. “Don’t bother yourself, lie down. Try to get more sleep.”

She closed her mouth obediently and continued to stare at you with a startled look.

Unable to stand her attentive, unblinking gaze, you turned your head the other way and looked into space. You felt awkward when she did it.

The windows were closed with wooden shutters, so the only source of light in the small hut was the fire from the furnace, and the sound that interrupted the uncomfortable silence was the crackling of wood in the heat and your quiet breaths.

When you entered the house you noticed a change - her breathing was no longer as loud and whistling as at the beginning, when you found her.

Have her lungs already regenerated? If so, how long will it take for her to fully recover?

You tightened your lips in anger and frowned slightly in frustration. What are you gonna do next? What will she do?

How stupid you were…

You chastised yourself in your mind for your recklessness and wondered what you should do now, when the demon was watching you all the time.

She could see perfectly well how your face changed under the influence of emotion - honestly, anyone could read you like an open book, but she hoped you wouldn’t suddenly pull out a nichirin blade from somewhere to kill her.

She wasn’t sure, she would have been able to defend herself from you in this state.

- - -

The night passed for you… without much 'attraction' - you didn’t talk to Mukago anymore and after a few minutes you fell asleep by the stove through its warmth and she didn’t try to wake you up. She focused on regenerating as quickly as possible so she could leave.

But unfortunately, she couldn’t sleep at the same time anymore, so she just lay alone with her thoughts, staring at the ceiling. Hunger squeezed and twisted her guts, the recovering drained a lot of energy from her, and when she looked at you, saliva flowed into her mouth.

You looked so good with that calm face untainted by any worries when you were conscious. Your scent filled her nostrils until she got dizzy - she felt drunk from your scent. You weren’t a marechi, but everything in the cabin smelled like you - the floor, the furniture and even the sheets she was lying in.

The years spent in the wooden walls made the entire house to soak up your scent like a handkerchief thrown into the water, although you probably didn’t smell it - demons have a much more sensitive sense of smell than humans, and her hunger with numerous, severe injuries only made it worse.

You were like an aromatic, fat chicken covered in honey over a fire. With skin flushed from the warmth and slightly shiny from the sweat running down your forehead.

You were definitely well seasoned. Just looking at you, she could imagine the structure of your muscles, feel the distinct iron taste of blood on her tongue spiced with your emotions.

There were many chemical reactions in the human body that were also caused by hormones and enzymes - from what she remembered about butchering meat or fish, when she was still human. Apparently, fear killed the taste of meat by the adrenaline and acids released in muscle tissues during stressful situations, so now you were perfect. Hunters and fishermen tried to kill the animal as quickly and painlessly as possible to prevent it. This killing technique is called ikejime.

You weren’t special, but in her condition, you were everything she could have dreamed of right now.

Normally, she’d sneak up on you while you were asleep and kill you before you could react, but she couldn’t. She still had broken bones (not only in her legs) and too severe internal injuries. All she had left was to wait and suffer in the silence still lured by your scent like a bee to a flower.

You unknowingly tortured her and turned your little house into her own private hell. You were her executioner, even though you didn’t do anything to her.

Her belly murmured low and long for food like a dog waiting for a bone, but it was a sound too muffled by the blanket to wake you up. You didn’t even move in your position.

An unpleasant spasm passed through her bowels like a spear, and the emptiness in her stomach became even more painful. Even more saliva poured into her mouth and flowed down her unnaturally pale cheek to soak into the pillow under her head and into her messy hair.

All she could do now was looking at you with a deep hunger in her eyes.

- - -

Shortly after sunrise you woke up - although the shutter was tightly closed and covered with some material she could tell by the singing of the morning birds.

Your sleepy eyes slowly opened and you stretched your bones with a quiet crack. From being in an awkward position for hours, your back and neck hurt. You grabbed the back of your neck to massage your tense muscles and looked around with tired eyes into a dark room, but you didn’t saw anything - the fire from the furnace has long gone out, leaving behind a delicate smell of smoke.

Moving around in a small room using only your memory, you walked up to the door and a little opened it, letting light in - luckily for your adopted guest, they didn’t face east or west, so it was half-dark.

Now you could see a white horned head with silver hair around her like a halo from beneath your bedding. Her dark eyes stared at you, making you less comfortable with a constant observer.

Honestly, if you forgot her, you’d scream in terror until the nearest village heard you and waking everyone up.

How about you become a new legend about a ghost living in the mountains with a killing voice, hm?

Her eyes followed you wherever you went in a small room - whether you made yourself breakfast or a bento for lunch at work. You pretended you didn’t notice how the unnatural irises moved, tracking your every slightest movement. When you disappeared out of their area, she even struggled to move her whole head towards you.

Was it uncomfortable? Yes. Was that disturbing? Most of all.

And you could have left the door locked and forgotten about her… Or leave her in the mountains till morning to burn.

“I’m going to work, don’t destroy or touch anything,” you said coldly when you changed (hiding behind a curtain made from an old blanket and hung from the ceiling on a beam supporting the roof) clothes and turned to the exit.

You didn’t even look at her knowing she’d still stare at you quietly with those dark eyes.

- - -

To your surprise, when you came home that evening, the demon woman was still lying where you left her.

Demons don’t regenerate faster?

You thought slowly chewing an onigiri ball. A little white rice stuck to your cheeks around your lips, but you didn’t pay much attention to it when you were focused on the lying demon.

“You still can’t move?” you asked her, still standing in the red light of the setting sun.

You had a bag of groceries hanging loosely on your one shoulder and an axe in the other hand. You weren’t stupid enough to walk into a dark room with a predator without any weapons.

But you were stupid enough to let a monster in and fall asleep next to her.

You reprimanded yourself quietly in your mind, frowned at that and clenched the handle of the iron axe tighter.

And then you left her unsupervised.

Were you mad at yourself? Yeah, but you can’t change the time. You could only hope she was really too hurt to get to you.

“Hey, come on, move,” you ordered to her still not going inside.

“I-I can’t…” she said in a slightly hoarse voice. You couldn’t tell if it was because of her bad condition or the long time she hadn’t used it.

So far, her body has taken care of numerous internal injuries and setting her ribs in right place. Maybe if she had eaten in the meantime it would have gone faster, but she was completely alone all day without any food.

Unfortunately, despite healing most of the injuries from her body, she felt weaker because of the amount of energy it consumed from her. Probably even after she’s completely healed, she won’t be able to stand on her feet for a while.

“This better be true,” you threatened, and she could have seen your embrance on the wooden shaft of the tool tighten. She even heard the wood crackling quietly under your hand.

You were ready to attack her at any moment if she suddenly jumped at you, and she was sure you wouldn’t hesitate.

You went inside and put a white wrap from a fabric bag next to her. It emitted a strong odor that attracted her on the one hand and repelled her on the other. Like water in a poisoned lake, a dehydrated animal. Like a Venus flytrap bugs.

“Eat,” you said looking down at her, and the command acted on her like letting the dog off a leash.

She had one big word in her head: “FOOD” - she immediately turning to the bundle with a weak, pale hand ending with sharp claws and she tore the material.

It was meat.

She felt she was about to cry. She didn’t understand your kindness and she had many questions.

Who are you to her, after all? You helped her a lot, but your behavior shows her how much you despise her (or her kind). You still gave her mixed signals that caused her a headache.

If she still goes on like this, she’ll go crazy because of you.

With a trembling hand, she grabbed it and shoved it into her mouth, almost choking. The sudden sweetness that attacked her tongue turned into a bitter and tart taste, making her want to vomit.

She quickly spat out a large piece of meat and began coughing and spitting with effort to rid her mouth of the residue. When she looked up, she saw you looking at her frown in a grim grimace of discontent.

She knew that look, you reminded her… It’s better not to mention his name here. Even quietly, because he’d find out, and he’d be angry to see one of his moons in such a weak state. He would probably consider her unworthy of that rank.

And what would he do next? Would he downgrade her to a lower position? Would he expel her from Twelve Kizuki? Would he kill her?

Those thoughts gave her the creeps.

“What is it? Why can’t you eat?” You asked, and your voice sounded sharp in her ears. She lowered her head. She couldn’t look you in the face for some reason.

“You’re a demon, you eat meat,” you said as if you were stating the obvious, such as that it’s bright during the day and birds fly in the sky.

“I can’t,” she admitted quietly and reluctantly, still trembling. “I can’t eat an animal.”

Are you gonna kill her now? You gonna call a Demon Slayer? Why don’t you just expose her to sunlight?

All she heard was your unhappy sigh above her and saw how you take the bag of the rest of the meat from her. There was still probably kilo in there.

“Well, it’s sad, but it won’t go to waste.”

You turned away from her and sat by the stone oven with the dry twigs from the wicker basket. Moments later, you put a pot on it and started preparing food for yourself.

In the next few minutes, the hut was filled with aromas of spices and the sound of bubbling water for sauce. All your attention was turned to cooking and she could see your calm face again illuminated by a yellow, warm flame.

You looked as if you had forgotten about her presence and all your problems - now there was only you and your little cabin. Your home. The outside world didn’t exist. You probably didn’t even worry about the probable sudden intrusion of some dangerous intruder.

Mukago would like to have such a quiet haven. A place, where she can come and forget everything - about demons and people, the rest of Kizuki and about her Master, fear of whether she’ll survive another day or the slayer she encounters is stronger than she is.

But looking at you, she finally calmed herself - it was nice to see you at work, even when you weren’t doing anything special.

Lying in your futon and covered with a blanket (she could still smell your scent, even though it had begun to faded) watching you cook - this scene was almost family-like. Affectionate. Intimate.

If she were human, the smell would make her drool. Maybe you could eat together.

When you were done, you put your food in a clay dish and sat in the corner not far from the furnace that was still generating heat. Suddenly, as if you remembering something, you looked in her direction without moving.

“Are you going to watch me eat like that?” you asked hesitantly.

Surprised, she forgot she was staring at you so intensely. Slightly ashamed, she looked away and focused on the ceiling this time.

Now the roles were reversed and you were staring at her, slowly eating the steaming gyūdon and wondering what to do next.

You should have gotten rid of her this morning, thrown her in the sunlight. What went into your mind to take her with you? If not now, she’ll kill you the next time. The only thing demons can eat is human flesh, and now you’re sure, and she even confirmed it. She’s hungry, you can’t feed her anything else. The sooner you take care of this, the better it will be.

You thought as you put the dish next to you and turned to the door. The sun has already set.

With resignation, you promised yourself you’d get rid of her in the morning (even though you knew, you wouldn’t keep it as usual).

“How long will it take you to regenerate?”

You suddenly broke the silence. The horned demon looked at you and the fire reflected in her silver irises. The red sclera all around it made her look like she really came out of the depths of hell, but there was something endearing about her - if it weren’t for the unnaturally eyes color and horns, she would have been really lovely human.

“I don’t know.”

She admitted it honestly, because she had nothing else and asked instead what will you do with her, still not looking at you.

“I don’t know,” you said as if you wanted to tease her.

Although the way your body was tensed up and your pulse quickened, she knew you were lying, but there was nothing she could do about it.

- - -

Mukago suddenly felt her blanket lift. She wasn’t sleeping - she just lay there with her eyes closed trying to speed up her recovery by focusing on healing individual fractures and injuries rather than trying everything at once.

With her slightly open eyelids, she saw you squatting next to her, holding the same axe on your shoulder as before, and staring at her belly with squinted eyes.

She quickly raised her hands, trying to shield herself from the blows, squealing like any woman in the face of unexpected danger. Surprised she was awake, you shivered and dropped the covering her material. A deep blush of shame appeared on your cheeks from being caught in the act of disgrace.

“I was just checking to see if you’re recovering well,” you said right away so she wouldn’t have any bad ideas…

And you thought you could change the sheets soon, because lying in stains of dried blood leaking through the bandages didn’t seem too hygienic to you, but you never mentioned it.

You sounded like you needed to explain yourself to her.

And stupid.

When you realized it, your surprised (and definitely guilty) face turned into a grimace again. You made a loud “tsk!” with your tongue and walked away from her.

Before you left, you took a big basket with you, and in the first rays of the sun coming through the door, she saw your ears are still red.

She was alone.

Again.

She felt like the small progress you had made in your unexpected relationship had been reduced to zero, and even as if you had taken a few extra steps backwards. She felt guilty about it because you really seemed nice even though you were hiding under the hood of a rough person all the time. She wished she hadn’t kept her eyes closed or called you.

Although she had spent years as a demon, she had not had many opportunities to meet another person to talk to. Humans quickly ended up as her food, weaker demons fled or died fighting for rank, and Twelve Kizuki treated each other as enemies.

Why did she only now feel how lonely she was? Or maybe it’s by tasting a sweet a little bit of the other person’s company?

Is it gonna be hard for her to get back into her life now after that you’ve just walked into it so unexpectedly?

Will she be able to return to those cold, lonely nights surrounded only by the dead bodies of her enemies who only hated her? Who only wanted to kill her?

You never gave her the feeling that you wanted to hurt her or that you were angry with her. You made ugly faces sometimes, but she saw you were only mad at yourself.

You did it when you said or showed her too much. You pretend you don’t care about her, but she doesn’t think it’s true. You’re a good person.

And maybe you were lonely in those mountains too. In these four wooden walls, where it is futile to look for the smell or traces of any guests.

Will she forget the heat from your furnace? The smell of flowers surrounding your home? The sound of your clamly beating heart or quietly breathing while you sleep?

When will she forget your voice or the color of your eyes? Or all those faces, that even though she didn’t feel comfortable with you at first, she found it funny now.

Did you know that when you get nervous, your left temple pulsates?

Here it was so… Pleasant. Nice. Different.

- - -

“How much more time do you need?” you asked when you came to see her in the afternoon.

She was now able to sit up and hardly felt any pain in her abdomen. The only thing stopping her from leaving was the sunlight and the broken bones in her legs.

“About twelve hours.” However, after a moment of reflection, she added. “Maybe a little more.”

Hearing an answer that satisfied you, you nodded your head and put away the new dry branches and charcoal. The last one you got from a friendly family, and the rest you found on the way home from the city where you work.

Despite living near the woods and mountains, you were neither a hunter nor a lumberjack. This meant, you had to get up early in the morning and drive your carretela the next few kilometers to your workplace, but you liked it. The other employees were always nice and there was always a customer to whom you could please with your goods. An additional plus was the specific place where you live allowing you to experiment with it.

And what were you trading?

“What are you doing?” the girl asked, when she felt a little more confident and saw you pull a little wrap from behind your kimono.

“I’m planting.”

You sprinkled seeds from a small handkerchief into a pot and wrote the name of the plant with charcoal on it, before you pulled out a thin notebook from the book cabinet and starting to write something in it. She thought you wouldn’t want to talk to her, but after a while, you started more talking.

“My boss sometimes gives me different seeds to record the growth of plants under different conditions than in the greenhouse.” You paused for a moment to see if you wrote the name on the other page correctly. “And there are also plants that won’t grow anywhere else, but in the mountains because of this.”

“Are you a gardener?”

“I work in a flower shop, but yes - I’m also a gardener. I even have a nice garden in front of my house thanks to this.”

“Do you know a lot of plants?”

“Oh, yes, boss probably brings them from all over the world.” You said in a tone showing that you don’t consider it a great feat. Like you’d be better off without that knowledge. “He has many shops and contacts with abroad. He’s a businessman and lately he’s trying to make a deal for his services with some old family of pharmacists.”

“Is that why you were there? To study the growth of flowers in the mountains?”

The quiet shuffle of the grey pencil on the paper went silent when you looked at her. She was no longer hiding from your gaze - after all, she was Lower Rank 4.

“Yes, you fell into my Hayachineusuyukiso.” Seeing that the name doesn’t mean anything to her, you added. “Also called Edelweiss or Beautiful Star. A rare, white, mountain flower, not difficult to grow, but it was difficult for me to make suitable soil conditions for it.”

The only thing she answered was “oh” as an understanding of the subject of the plant, and then she added even louder and more confidently “Oh!” when she understood exactly what she had done.

She swooped in (along with the Demon Slayer) and destroyed your hard work to grow these flowers. She didn’t know what you had to do to get this, so she was even more worried. And you were probably doing it for your boss. She was hoping, he wouldn’t fire you for it.

“I’m sorry,” she said with guilt, putting her hands on the sheets covering her. There’s almost nothing left of your scent on it, replaced by her sweat and blood.

“You don’t have to, you can’t fix them with words.”

You lifted your eyes from the pages and saw the demon staring at her clenched hands. The bangs and longer strands of hair fell freely over her face, concealing her like a silver hood, but were still too short to cover her tightly held lips.

Was she clutching them out of hunger or guilt?

Even though the thought occurred in your head, you didn’t consider her a serious threat. She reminded you of a child, which somebody yelled at - sad and ashamed of their actions. Sitting in a corner for punishment and left with her thoughts to calmly reflect on her mistakes. Unwillingly, you added while closing the small notebook with a slam.

“I didn’t need them for anything anymore anyway - I just had to get the flowers to unfurl to confirm a theory.”

When you stood up, she followed you with her eyes, watching you slowly getting to leave, before you stopped for a moment.

You came back and put some similar notebooks in front of her.

“If you’re bored, you can read or draw on blank pages. I’d probably be bored to death with nothing to do here.”

“Are you going back to work?” she asked, hoping you’d stay with her.

“There’s a charcoal-burning family on the other side of the mountains, and I promised Tanjiro-kun I’d come and visit them after I checked on you.”

“Oh, okey.”

Her sad and disappointed tone made you feel like you just kicked a little cat. Before guilt and duty completely took over you, you left planning a meeting with the rest of the Kamado family, picking prettier flowers for a bouquet for Mrs. Kie and her two daughters.

- - -

“Any improvement?” you asked when you finally came back.

Although you left your friends before dark (knowing how treacherous mountain roads can be), you still reached the hut only after the sun had hidden behind the horizon.

The abdominal pain practically disappeared along with the dark blue and purple spots adorning her skin and she could move her toes, but it was still a problem for her to bend her knees. She still can’t walk on her own.

“I need a few more hours.”

“Is there any way to speed this up?”

“I could, but…”

She couldn’t finish a sentence knowing there was no way you’d say yes. She looked down and silver hair again obscured her view.

She heard you sighing and leaving. In the backyard, you threw something on a gravel road that gave off a metallic reverberation and dragged it, destroying a few of the stray little twigs.

Through the entrance to the cottage, she saw you standing in front of a wooden trailer. You harnessed a little brown horse to it and started pulling off the fabric bags and bringing them home, putting them in a corner.

She watched your actions with curiosity until you stopped, stood over her and asked with a neutral expression.

“If I help you, can you make it to the carriage?”

She looked at the vehicle one more time and then nodded at you. You uncovered her body, pulled her out of the futon - there was a large dark stain of clotted blood where she lay, but you’ve seen a significant improvement. You were involuntarily happy about it.

She reached out to you like a baby. You held her under her armpits and then you tried to put her hand across your neck. The last time, when you carried her home unconscious, she was definitely heavier and harder for you to maneuver.

Unlike the first time you met her, she was no longer cold - the gentle warmth of her body made you believe she was truly human, if it weren’t for her appearance.

Relying on you, she came to the carriage and you put her in the trailer. Her legs were still weak and flabby, but the fact that she could walk a few steps with the help was a good sign.

“Where are you taking me?”

She asked, watching you step forward and sit in the coachman’s seat. Holding the leather reins, you swung with it at the animal to make it move.

Not very glad with the night ride, the horse initially resisted, but after a few pulls, he finally moved. His clattering hooves resounded in silence along with his loud hisses, making it even less real.

When was the last time Mukago rode in a carriage? It must have been when she was still human.

Was she afraid? No, even though you didn’t answer her question and you kept your distance almost the whole time. She knew you weren’t bad.

And she knew it would finally come. She couldn’t hope that you would let her live with you - after all, you were natural enemies.

When after a long ride you stopped the horse before the entrance between the two mountains, she knew it was time to say goodbye.

You went around the carriage again to get to her and took her down, before you led her deep into a narrow, stone road and sat her on a big boulder.

“I can’t go any further.”

You said crouching at the height of her eyes. You pointed your finger at the dark behind her and added. “That’s where I found you, with any luck he should still be there, if the wild animals haven’t gotten him first.”

The demon nodded. She still didn’t understand what was inside your head and why you decided to helping her so much, but she was very grateful to you.

She looked at your back for a moment as you walked away from her and when your footsteps silenced in the other sounds of the night, she slowly crawl into the corpse of the Demon Slayer.

She had to make several stops along the way to rest, but she had all night to get there.

Surprisingly, the corpse was still lying where he fell. Flowers were arranged around it, as if someone was trying to make it up for the dead boy’s lack of burial.

As she got closer, she could see that the animals had found their way to him during those three days. His right hand was missing and in the place of his eyes were two black voids staring straight at her. The dried blood on his cheeks now looked like tears. Equally bad must have been the hole in his belly, where something was still moving under the stiff material of his uniform.

Unable to complain, she tried to ignore the horrible smell coming from the rotting body and after a few minutes she could walk normally again.

- - -

You didn’t leave from the entrance to the ravine long before dawn. What told you to stay? Guilt? Duty to a stranger’s girl?

No, it’s a demon. You can’t forget that.

But even your own admonitions didn’t move you. Your horse turned his head restlessly waiting for you to let him to turn back and lie down again in the dry straw in a small barn, but you waited.

For what? Until she finishes eating and comes back for you?

Tired, you rubbed your eyes and struggled with drowsiness. You decided to wait another ten minutes, and if she doesn’t signal that she needs help by then, you’ll leave.

- - -

You were awakened from a shallow sleep by the restlessness of the horse. The animal tromped its hooves and neighing, trying to wake you up and keep you away from the danger in front of you.

When you got up quickly, you grabbed the lantern next to you and lit your way, but you didn’t see anything. Not any demon or a wild animal.

Feeling a sudden movement of air next to you, you looked to the side, but there was nothing too. You could have tell someone was here a moment ago - you still felt the warmth on your shoulder.

Deciding you’d wasted too much time here, you ordered for the horse turn around, still looking back to see what would upset him so much. When you took a closer look, you saw on the road an elongated shape sliding slowly into the nearby bushes.

A snake? Well, at least it wasn’t your still hungry friend…

On the way home, you could have sworn that you felt a constant gaze stuck into you like two daggers. It wasn’t very pleasant, you could feel how its hidden owner buzzing with bad emotions and the desire to murder.

It gave you the creeps all over your body and all you could think about was getting back to a safe house as soon as possible.

Maybe it’s just your wild imagination? Being alone late at night in the dark woods are good food for it.

The only thing you heard that night (apart from the moaning of the wooden wheels of your carriage) was the loud flutter of the wings of some bird flying over your head, but because of the thick branches of the trees you couldn’t even see the starry sky above you. You knew something was there because once you even got hit in the head with a pine cone that broke off under his weight.

- - -

For the next few days you had some peace and quiet - no one fell to your flowers or needed your help.

The only people, who disturbed you were mysterious men in brown suits, who came to ask you for the way to the mountains. They explained that they worked for some organization and one of their members had a terrible accident nearby.

The road to this place was easy from your house, so you pointed them in the right direction.

All you saw was how they looked at each other through the gap in the material attached under their hats in understanding and they left you without a word.

The first time you came to this place, the view was terrible, now it must be a lot of worst especially after you left the corpse for decay, wild animals and brought there the starving demon.

But it’s not your problem anymore, although you could have sworn the birds that accompanied them looked at you like they knew what you’d done.

They looked at you with their black eyes, judging you quietly and with the intelligence you’ve never seen in any animal.

But maybe you were just imagining it? Maybe you’re just too paranoid?

- - -

Mukago thought no one would find out about her weak. That it would remain her little secret.

Oh, how wrong she could have been.

As much as she wanted to stay and be around you, she knew it would be too dangerous for both of you. Just thinking about you, no matter how pleasant, could get her (and not only her) into trouble.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, nothing could escape the attention of the Demon King.

One day he summoned her to Infinite Castle by a woman with biwa.

She was wandering through the forest and all she heard was an unexpected sharp tug of the strings of the instrument, when she suddenly stood in front of the cold face of Kibutsuji. The demon was dressed in white pants and a black suit still remaining in his current role of a good husband and father.

The demon has recently found a new family to serve as a cover for him, so he can hide from the Demon Slayer Corps.

What did he do to achieve this?

She couldn’t be sure, but she expected him to stain his hands again with the blood of an innocent person. People were nothing but food and tools to him, just like the members of Twelve Kizuki.

He stood in front of her, staring at her like she was an uninteresting animal. An insect. A miserable subspecies.

Seeing him, she immediately turned even more pale and fell on her knees before him, lowering her head as low as she could. Her forehead touched the hard, dark wood beneath her and she felt how sweat ran down her temples. Mukago barely holds back the trembling from nervousness.

His forehead was not tainted by any wrinkle created by furrowed brows. The man's posture, though it was and did not seem tense, she still could feel the dread floating in the air.

“What was that supposed to mean?” Muzan asked calmly but harshly, standing over her. As he always did when he gave the order for Twelve Kizuki.

“I–”

She didn’t know what to say. How was she supposed to explain all of this? Or was it about puncture the Demon Lord’s pride, thinking he wouldn’t know? Here, among the demons you could die for lesser offenses.

Or maybe she should already start apologizing and writing her last mental will?

“You had a perfect source of information right under your nose,” he started to speak, and his immaculate image began to break like a broken vessel. With every word, she could hear the anger rising within him. “How could you leave so easily? When others work hard to find even the slightest clue as to where Blue Spider Lily is, you just turn down the chance that fate has given you!”

With his scream, something glass snapped near them, making Mukago squirm even more. She trying to hide inside himself and shaking like a frightened rabbit.

She began to wonder if the next thing that snapped would be her skull.

This time, however, he spared her life. It just ended with an unpleasant reprimand that she won’t forget for long, really long time.

Black-haired woman barely teleported her to the vicinity of the wooded areas of the mountains, she already started instinctively running towards you with tears in her eyes.

Were those tears of fear? Relief from a life saved yet again by luck? Happiness of seeing you one more time?

Or maybe just a rush of cold air caused them?

Her whole body was still trembling and covered with goosebumps, the cloud of shock was just started leaving her mind, her heart was beating fast fueled by adrenaline, but there was also an unusual lightness in her legs, as if she weighed nothing.

Her feet carried her to the door of your hut, lured by the familiar scent of flowers from your garden, dug-up earth and…

You.

Mukago is alive.

For now…

- - -

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.” Mukago heard your voice along with approaching footsteps.

She waited for you as usual, sitting on the wooden beam supporting the ceiling, that she had spent so much time staring at during her long convalescence.

She has been coming to see you almost every day since she had the conversation with her Master - sometimes she disappearing for a quick hunt.

She tried to deal with it quickly, but at the same time she chose villages a little further away from your home. She didn’t want to bring here another slayer or, even worse, a Hashira.

That would be too suspicious and it could lead them to you.

What would they do when they found out you were friends with a demon? With the murderer of countless people? One of the Kizuki?

She didn’t even want to think about it…

Another reason was a little selfish, because she didn’t want you to hear about her victims. She didn’t want you to start looking at her like everyone else, like the demon that she is.

But this time when you came back, you weren’t alone - she heard other footsteps too.

From the sounds she might have deduced your comrade was a man. He walked quietly, but confidently. She could hear the clatter of the scabbard on his katana slapping against his hip and belt when he was walking, and his calm breathing.

A hunter?

No, the slayer.

And from his strong aura, she could have infer that he must have been high-ranking. Perhaps, he was even a Kinoe.

Outside the door, she heard a man walk away from you. When you entered the hut, for a moment the orange rays of the sunset fell inside, drawing your long shadow on the ground. You immediately looked up expecting to see your guest there as usual.

And as usual, she was there. With a nice smile and soft eyes waiting for you. Just like a domestic cat.

A large, predatory cat that could easily devour you if she only wanted to. She was now like a wild tiger in her territory.

You no longer saw in her the same fear as before or the pretended confidence.

But tigers are big cats, who also like to lie down sometimes without stress.

She often watched you at work too. You didn’t know exactly why she came back to you or where her interest in plants came from, because she never made it clear before what she was interested in. When you asked her about it, she only said:

“Because I can’t and you know a lot about this.”

You sensed her sincerity at the time, even though you didn’t quite understand what she meant.

Maybe if you knew Muzan Kibutsuji you could understand, but she couldn’t tell you about him.

And her mission wasn’t the only reason why she couldn’t leave…

Sometimes you felt like you were playing a game with her, where you slowly discover more and more about each other.

It was nice talking to someone and not going back to an empty hut where no one was waiting for you, but it brought new problems for you.

You began to get attached to her presence and miss her when she was gone. Wait for her to come back to you, when she suddenly disappeared at night after you fell asleep.

How many times have you woken up in the dark and waited for her appear to the first rays of the sun?

How many more excuses are you gonna need for your eyes bags, when people ask for them? When will you stop worrying others with your absent-minded behavior, often getting lost in your thoughts and falling asleep in a quiet corner at work?

“Demons don’t feel love or empathy, they’re monsters.” Someone told you once, and you took those words to heart. “Bloodthirsty beasts, who only want to quench their hunger.”

But are all demons really evil?

Are there any good demons?

You followed the girl coming down from the wooden beam with your eyes. Even though she smiled at you, you could tell she was nervous.

Is it because of that guy with the katana?

Suddenly, remembering something, you asked her putting away your packages of things you bought in the city on the table next to the fireplace.

“There's been some missing in the area lately… Do you know anything about that?”

Mukago seemed surprised by your question - she turned pale (although you didn’t expect it to be possible) and a smile faded from her face, replaced by the uncertainty you saw in her during your first conversation.

“Um, no. I don't think so. Why?”

It didn’t sound very convincing and all you could do, was take her word for it.

Some time ago a child went missing and was found after two days - he had lost into the woods and fallen into an old, but deep bear pit.

Luckily, the villagers found him safe and healthy (not counting the fear and hunger he must have felt during that time, as well as the numerous abrasions he made, when he tried to climb on the slippery rocks).

Mr. Bear was probably on a trip or was long dead, killed by hunters.

Missing husbands were found drunk in pubs, and and young womens were found with their chosen ones not accepted by their families.

But there were also unsolved disappearances, where no clues have been found to tell what might have happened to the missing.

You didn’t dwell on the subject and unpacked your bag, carefully placing its contents in a locker nearby. These included various spices, rice, bread and meat, in addition to seeds from your boss.

You might have gone a little crazy, because you had an unusual customer, who come to see you in the morning.

A mysterious black-haired man in western clothes entered the flower shop before the sun came up and asked your friend Misaki (who was standing behind the counter) about flowers. He wanted to buy something for his wife and daughter as an apology for spending so much time at work.

When she disappeared into the other side of the store behind one of the larger plants to bring ribbons to tie the flowers stems, you saw him looking around, although you could tell from his eyes that he was bored rather than curious.

His red irises wandered along the shelves with vases and multicolored plants without any reaction - none of them surprised or delighted him, as if he had seen them all more than once.

Well, this place certainly weren’t the only store selling exotic plants, there were more of them in Tokyo for sure. The only difference between you and them is the price - because your boss tried to grow most of them here, the prices were much lower than those in the center of the capital.

You barely managed to keep your eyes open, sitting where you usually sit hidden in a corner on the windowsill.

Monstera deliciosa - an ornamental plant, imported from distant exotic forests, with large leaves in the usual heart shape was the perfect cover for you. From behind its jagged leaves, you could see who was going in and out without fear of being noticed. You liked working here, but didn't always feel like dealing with customers.

Misaki, with her open and warm personality, was the perfect worker for such tasks and kind enough to let you laze in your corner. Unlike you, she was unfamiliar with growing plants and thought you were digging up in mud every day. So with minimal work you could have had extra hours of sleep or read a book, sometimes aloud to pass the time for both of you.

But now she is gone and your slumber was interrupted by an unexpected nice voice.

“Excuse me,” the client said with a polite expression. He had an even nicer, smooth face and a gentle smile. “I’m also looking for something for my mother’s grave. She died just a few days ago.”

Surprised, he’s addressing to you, you just pointed your finger at Spider Lily standing nearby. The slender flowers already had their characteristic upward spindly stamens and corrugated petals, giving them their unique charm. They attracted by their furiously red color that matched his irises.

That color spoke loudly: danger! They made you as anxious as when a man turned his attention to you.

You were disturbed, when he talked about his dead relative like he didn’t care what happened to her and how fast he was right next to you. You didn’t hear any footsteps or the creaking of the wooden floor under his weight.

Even more puzzling was how he could see you hidden behind many large leaves in a dark corner of the store.

You wanted Misaki to come back and take him away from you, but undeterred by your unkindness behavior, the man continued.

“Yes, I thought about it, but she didn’t like red. She associated it with bad luck.”

He spoke, looking at other flowers, but you still somehow felt his gaze on you. It was as if he was trying to keep you within the corner of his eye so you wouldn’t escape him.

You didn’t know what they were associating with for her, but from now on for you, they were with his eyes. Red as fresh blood.

“Is it available in blue?”

You swallowed your saliva with difficulty and nodded insecurely, when his cat’s pupils landed on you again without even turning his head towards you. You weren’t even sure you heard him right - he hypnotized you like a snake.

He finally turned his head to you and closed his eyes gently. It seemed to shine its own light. “Where are they?”

“We don’t have them right now… It’s very hard to grow and maintain them.”

You finally managed to gather inside enough to speak up and come out smoothly from an unconscious lie.

The man’s smiling expression turned to disappointment when he frowned. He pulled out a small leather purse from his pocket and handed it to you. The coins inside clinked pleasantly with every shake.

“Well, if you ever manage to grow them, could you keep them for me?”

At the same time Misaki returned from the warehouse with colored ribbons and decorative paper.

He immediately drew all his attention to her as if he had never spoken to you and composed with her advice one lovely, little bouquet for his wife and one for his daughter.

When he finally left, he didn’t ask for a refund or tell you how to notify him when the job will be done.

You felt like you made a deal with the devil and that it was too late to withdraw.

So you did some more shopping after work. Your boss let you go home earlier seeing your fatigue written on your face (again) and thought you were sick.

By the time you returned home, the sun was already slowly sinking into the west, even though it was still early. The charms of the coming winter.

That’s when you ran into the Demon Slayer. Hashira. You’ve occasionally seen low-ranking slayers in the city passing through or staying to take a break there, but you’ve only seen Hashira twice.

Your first meeting wasn’t the most pleasant, and if you could, you’d erase it from your memory.

It was a few years ago, when you still had no idea of the importance of their uniforms and demons walking among humans as myths inserted between other fairy tales.

But one unlucky night, your… friend was turned into a demon.

Terrified and badly wounded, she escaped from her home where the attack took place, but soon after, she was transformed into these things. Driven probably by hunger and instinct, she ran to you - to the place, where she felt most safe and where she knew, she could get help.

In the middle of the night you suddenly heard a loud sound, waking you from a deep sleep. Rubbing your eyes, you weren’t sure what it was until you heard it again.

It sounded more like the roar of a wounded animal than the weeping of a woman - through the thin walls you could hear her heavy gasp and squeak, when she stood in front of your house.

Why didn’t she attack you right away? Was she out of strength? Did she sense anything else? Something stronger than her?

Or was she fighting with herself?

Are there any good demons?

With the only weapon you had (and it was a metal fire poker) you opened the shōji door. There you saw in the full moonlight your friend lying in a pool of blood, curling in pain.

Without thinking, you ran to help her. Your head was empty, all you could think about was your friend. Wounded.

You didn't even have time to kneel beside her when she suddenly threw herself at you knocking you over onto the mud. You tried to push her away with a metal tool, but it was like a new force came into her.

Her jaw snapped in your face, almost biting your nose off. Saliva dripped from her mouth and chin splashing you, but you barely felt it.

Nor did you feel the strong gust of wind blowing her hair and knocking her head off her neck.

Suddenly she froze and her head hit you before fell to the ground next to you. Still on the poker, you held the rest of her inert body, which became even heavier.

“Oi, move.”

He said in a cold tone as he hid the katana in the cover - the green sheen of its blade blinded you for a second.

"Oi, you can't hear what I'm saying to you!? Get out of here!"

He saw you open and close your mouth before you muttered something, still in shock, looking back at the stagnant corpse in front of you.

“You...ed her... Mur...”

"Hmm?" He asked without hearing what you said. He sounded harsh and cold, like what he did was just killing a worm. "What?"

“A murder! You kill, killed her! Mur–!”

You weren't allowed to finish because a stranger punched you in the jaw and you fell face down again into the dirt beneath you mixed with her blood. Then stranger tugged you by the shoulder, dragging you to stand on your knees to look at him.

The air between you, besides the stench of blood, was filled with the strong smell of smoke and decomposing flesh.

"She wasn't a human anymore," he began unconsciously squeezing you by the shoulder and other hand. He almost broke your arm. You tried to wrestle, but you were too weak. "It's a demon!"

"No! It was–"

"It doesn't matter what or who she was to you before," he interrupted you violently and shook you again.

It made you feel some of the shock go away, allowing you to focus more on the man and the environment. You saw he was covered with numerous ugly scars. He reminded you of the monster the old women of your village warned about.

"Demons don't feel love or empathy, they're monsters. Bloodthirsty beasts who only want to quench their hunger."

When he let you go, you fell back to your knees. In an instant, your safe picture of the world crumbled into a million tiny pieces.

Tears slowly flowed into your eyes, but before they blurred your vision, you saw her body crumbling into dust.

Was that true or nightmare?

With nothing more to do for you, the man left. You didn't even notice, when he walked away from you. He left you alone to mourn your friend.

Although that's what he let you do.

Crying loudly, you didn't know what to do. You tried to lift her head, but you couldn't. You were still scared and shaking. You felt an invisible hand clutching your heart and throat as if it were about to crush them.

But you were still alive.

And she was falling apart right in front of you.

When the moon looked out from behind the thick clouds, you saw wet, shiny marks on her crumbling cheeks.

Are there good demons?

And when the sun came out of the horizon, there was nothing left of her but her bloody clothes. The only proof of what happened here.

After what happened and the mourning you shared with her family at the funeral, where you buried only her clothes, you wanted to know more.

You found out who white-haired man is and more about demons, but you didn't become a Demon Slayer.

The first ones killed your friend, the second hurt.

Since then, you've been trying to live your normal life, and you've started asking yourself...

Are there good demons?

You shake your head trying to get back to the present. That was long time ago, and you've get over with it, even though the memories still haunt you.

"I've brought some new seeds, but we'll probably plant them in the spring." You turned to the girl standing behind you.

She smiled at you gently nodding her head. Her silver hair swayed with her movement, reflecting the light of fire.

She looked amazing.

- - -

Your joint meeting was interrupted by a sudden knock and a vigorous shout of your name through the door.

It was Tanjiro Kamado.

Surprised by his visit, you went outside the cabin so he wouldn't see your guest. The snow fell quietly beneath your feet. In the mountains, winter came faster, and in the higher areas it can last even the whole year.

"Hello, Kamado-kun" you greeted him. The frost pinched your face and a small cloud of steam came out of your mouth. "What brings you here?"

"Ohayō!" Younger boy bowed to you. His nose, cheeks, and ears were fiercely red despite wearing a shawl on his head. "I thought you might be running out of coal and I wanted to see how you were doing."

Sweeten by his kindness and sincerity, you thanked him for his efforts. You both lived on the same mountain, but your cabin was on the other side. To reach it, he had to go down to the village, and then walk for a long time along a path circling the mountain before he started climbing again.

The road wasn't hard, but it was a long one, which is why you preferred to buy coal from him when you were downstairs so as not to bother him.

If you were alone, you'd have offered him in and tea. Maybe even the overnight stay, so he wouldn't have to come home in the dark and in the morning you would have escorted him to the village before you went to work.

"Oh, thank you. I'll pay you right away..."

You were reaching for your belt looking for a purse of money when suddenly he asked.

"Do you have a visitor?"

"Um, yes." You've been spin around trying to count the coins, but you've had a hard time doing it without feeling your fingertips.

You figured he must have sensed Mukago. The red-haired boy, as long as you can remember, had a perfect sense of smell. You wondered what exactly he sensed.

"The same one you took care of when she was sick?"

You nodded and didn't stop counting.

"What's she like?"

He asked unexpectedly. He knew a lot of smells, including the smell of human sadness, sorrow, or joy, but this one was completely new to him, so he couldn't determine who your mystery guest was.

"Oh, she's..." You've been thinking about trying to decide which term might best fit Mukago.

To a man-eating demon, who likes to wait for you in your attic. A demon who likes to watch you work on flowers and ask a lot of questions about them. A demon who, when she thinks you're asleep, strokes your hair or cheek gently.

"She's cute."

The boy nodded understandingly, knowing you were completely sincere. Then he stood with you for a while, trying to give you back some of the coins you gave him extra for coming all the way to your house, and you watched him leave happy.

The sun was half hidden behind the horizon and he didn't have time to get home before dark, but you weren't afraid for him. As far as you know, demons are very territorial, and Mukago's presence should deter weaker demons.

You didn't even think of the possibility that there might be a demon more powerful than her nearby...

But you weren't supposed to find out until the next morning from the other villagers and see two survivors disappear among the massacred bodies.

But that's not until tomorrow. Today, blissfully unaware, you returned to the inside of your home and your guest stiffly seated at your low table.

You could tell right away that she was more dreamy looking at you with her slightly spread lips showing white fangs, dilated pupils and...

You weren't sure, but is that the blush on her cheeks? She didn't hear you talking to Tanjiro, did she?

Right?

[lgbtqromance]

和一个富家少爷去玩男妓的疯狂经历

有天爬山完毕，都很累，我们洗完桑拿，他建议去夜总会玩，我知道他经常去夜总会，便也想去看看。到了夜总会，经理对他非常殷勤，找了一个高档房间。但空荡荡的屋子里就我们两个人，他看着我笑，说，你今天好帅气，我没好气的说，有吗？后来他把脸凑到我跟前，问我，你玩过男人吗？我吃了一惊，但看到他很真诚，就知道他不知道我是同志，我说没有，他来兴趣了，说，我们今天就玩一次男人，我没答话，他说，好多有钱人男人女人都玩，喜欢刺激新鲜，我也想尝试一下，我随后说不会吧，他说，尝试一下，好不好，但千万别告诉我老婆，让他知道我就惨了。我说，这种事情我谁也不说，他过来搂我，说好哥们。

随后，一个妈咪进来了，后面带了20个都是185穿着西装非常帅气的男人，这种帅气，都是逼人的，都可以让你瞬间窒息的，他没好气的看了看，说，还有吗？妈咪马上回答，说这些还不错了，我朋友变声了，再次问，还有没有，妈咪马上明白了，说有，不过他们都不接男客，他们接得是女客，欧阳少云非常生气，说把他们喊过来。

后来带了15个男的，确实，这里的货色并非是一般人能够见到的，他们就那凌厉的眼神，就足以杀死任何一个嫖客，门外传来争吵声，我知道肯定是有个死活不愿意的，后来还是被妈咪拉进来了。带到了我们面前，这个男人，无论样貌，身高，气质都是顶尖的，他的微微一笑，可能会让很多男人嫉妒，杀死许多女人，欧阳少云问，多少钱，他沉思了一会，说，一万，朋友笑了笑，说两万都没问题。

随后告诉妈咪，让所有人脱掉衣服，整个屋子里的西装男，都脱光了衣服，赤裸裸的站在我们面前，各个都是精品，身材都很结实，非常魁梧，虎背熊腰，我咽了口口水，随后朋友又命令说，你们都把鸡吧搞硬吧，我想看看大小，随后每个人都非常卖力的去揉搓自己的鸡吧，因为他们也知道，这样的一次男客，足以比上接5个女人，况且那些女人都是老的丑的，肥的，欧阳挑了一个身高东北人，外行轮廓非常出众，阴茎巨大无比，粗的和胳膊一样，而我，就挑了刚才在门外吵闹的哪个。

其他人都退了，屋子里就剩下我们四个人，哪个吵闹的就阿虎，山东人，而这个东北人叫阿志，他们都当过兵，随后欧阳少云问，你们熟悉吗？阿志操了一本东北口音说，熟悉，是很好的朋友，欧阳冷笑了，然后看了看我，我想让你们两今天给我们表演看看，他说这话我感觉真有些变态，何况人家两个呢？我知道，富人是女人玩腻了，没意思了，这和你整天去吃KFC或西餐一样，听说香港的首富都玩过男人。

他们相互的看着对方，很不情愿，屋子里顿时寂静了起来，欧阳少云一声怒呵，说快点，然后他们两个笨拙的抱在一起，他们相互的抱着，我想笑，这个是做爱吗？傻子都知道不是，欧阳说，快点行动。随后，阿志蹲下来，面前是一个摇晃着琐大的阴茎，他猛得一口就吞没了整个龟头。

而此时的阿虎身体微微战抖，我能够感觉他得到了快感，很快，阿虎的阴茎直力起来，很雄伟，青筋暴露，他抚摩着阿志的头，暗示他继续，而此时的大阳巨，流出了清澈的黏液，“你们接吻给我看”。他们很快可以看出不愿意，其实直男宁可和其他男人做爱，但最不愿意去亲人家，这个让欧阳大为恼火，说你们过来，他们两乖乖就过来了。

欧阳180左右，而他们清一色的185，我在旁边呆呆的看着，欧阳猛得拽了一下阿虎的头，把他的嘴启开，随后吐了一口吐沫，很快也给阿志吐到了嘴里，随后他说，你们相互把我给你们吐的吸出来，如果换做常人，这种忍耐绝对到了极限，但这个是高级的��总会，没有一点服务意识是进不来的，二是这些客人，都是非富及贵，不好惹，况且又有钱的刺激，如果这些人去当服务员，他一年都钱可能顶多2万，很快，他们把相互的舌头探进了对方的口里，吮吸着，抚摩着对方，这种状况下，欧阳笑了。

他们的身体摩擦和交融，让他们迅时得到了快感，他们非常大力的狂吻，好像非要把对方吸进自己的身体，舞台上两个英俊的男人表演着，舞台下两个观众，静静的观看，我能够感觉到欧阳喘息加剧，但我不能刻意去嘲笑他。随后，阿虎把阿志按倒，帮他吹，阿志的阳具迅速的勃起，这种巨大，可能让你登大眼球的巨大，你无法想像。

世间竟然又如此完美且硕大之物，阿志的腿微微?起，一个漂亮的菊花展现在我们面前，这种菊花，是没有经过其他男人开垦的，是光洁的，是乾淨的，是异常的紧，我想很多人都想得到他，包括我，欧阳马上起兴，过去一个手指伸像他的菊花，但这些永远都是徒劳，因为他后面太紧了，阿志马上感觉起来，微微的说了声，痛，这句话好像刺激了欧阳的快感，于是拿了一些润滑剂，涂抹在肛周，慢慢的划移，慢慢的试探性的攻入，时不时的他还抚摩一下阿虎那健美的身体，我咽了口口水，下体已经敲打了我的裤子无数次，我的大脑一直在充血，我在等待他什麽时候爆炸，我都快要按耐不住了。

很快，阿志的菊花慢慢的伸展开来，但很快的闭和，我知道阿誌已经没那麽疼痛，我知道好戏也即将上演，然后欧阳坐回到了座位上，又成为了一名观众，示意阿虎说，操他，阿虎拿了套子，坚硬的阴茎把套子鄙视的如此??小，撑得都快要爆了。

但此时欧阳快速跑过去，撤下套子，说，我要你亲身和他接触的操他，快点，阿虎?起阿志的双腿，沉了一会，很快猛得一下，将琐大的龟头顶了进去，啊一声，阿志大声叫到，我能够感觉到他整个身体冒汗，随后阿虎拔了出来，在肛周试探性的摩擦，尝试性的攻入，很快，龟头进去了，菊花迅速的包裹，然后继续弹进，5公分，10公分，20公分．．．随后整根全部没入，一个黑色的粗大阴茎，迅速的得到了满足，一个结实而高纵的臀，一个漂亮乾淨的菊花，已经得到了他第一位主人的来袭，这种是久违的快感，是不是来的太迟？还是太早。

开始，阿虎慢速的操着他，每次的进攻都得到了阿志的回应，这种回应是种快感，还是痛楚？阿虎快速的加快进度，大力的抽插，这种抽插，只有阴茎如此大的人才能做得到，整个屋子，拍拍的撞击声，一个男人的呻吟声，交织在一起，像一个雄伟的音律。并非常人能够演奏得了的，我看到了欧阳下体的迅速勃起，因为他的衣服是丝棉，拨起很明显就可以看出，把裤子撑得老高，他已经沉醉其中了。

阿虎一边操阿志，阿志微微张开双唇，示意其阿虎舌头的进攻，这样，上身下身，都得到了阿虎疯狂的攻击，但很快，让我们吃惊的动作，阿虎猛然抱起了阿志把他按在牆上，操了起来，我看到背部的阿虎，三角肌发达，肩宽腰细，屁股结实丰满，中间的菊花被毛掩盖着，他正在专心的操着别人，屁股来回摆动着，组织着每次的壮丽的进攻。

随后，阿虎把阿志摆放着我们面前的桌子上，大力的操他，此时的阿志，在静静得享受着这个好朋友但目前却是他男人带来的巨大快感，他的阴茎已经勃起，我知道他兴奋了，啊，一声叫喊，阿虎射了，他的身体宽幅摆动，能够感觉到他的强烈射精，但持续时间很长，很快，阿志也加快了打飞机的速度，噢，一声呻吟，精液强力喷出，射到了面前的欧阳身上。

欧阳脱下了衣服，露出了久违的身材，健康，活力，胸部腹部有毛，但非常性感，符合他的身体，更显得高贵，欧阳脱掉裤子，下体被裤子摩擦的胀红，随后，他按着啊志的头，给他口交，而此时的阿虎，也向我走来，解开我的皮带，腿下我的所有衣服。

这时候的我，内心欢喜和紧张，正当自己迟疑的时候，阿虎已经把我的阴茎吞没了半个，我的下体迅速的膨胀起来，他细心周到的套弄着，他一边摸我的乳头，一边给我口交，而旁边的欧阳少云，手指指了下阴茎，示意让阿志坐上去，很快，一个菊花慢慢的，把一个锁大的黑色阴茎迅速吞没，只留下了粗壮的根茎，随后阿志很快的上下活塞运动起来，而欧阳少云，如恶狼般的眼神，看着阿志，希望他能够快速。

随后，我一把将阿虎推到旁边的桌子上，?起他的双腿，一个美丽漂亮的菊花展现在我的面前，这朵菊花，是一个健康而充满活力的男人的，一个刚日过自己好朋友的男人的，它乾淨光滑，一丝不染，和周边的健康皮肤一样。

他静静的看着我，而着我的来进攻，而此时，我握着他的手，划过他的胸肌和腹肌，随后在他的菊花周边慢慢摩擦，随后，我使劲按他的手指，他的手指迅速的就挺进了他那紧闭的菊花，他啊的一声，整个身体发憷，有些疼痛，但我内心却一丝快意，毕竟，谁的钱都来的不容易嘛，我不能便宜了你，随后我将我的手指也迅速插入，他又一声大叫，我知道我已经超越了他的极限，随后拉出他的手指，塞进我的嘴里，他的菊花很乾淨，毫无异味。

我的这个动作，让他得到了应有的尊重，他的下体竟然迅速的膨胀起来，随后，我的手指在他的后面套弄着，然后抚摩他的结实而有力的身体，他的块头很大，但很匀称，肌肉饱满又充满弹性，随后他?起他的双腿，舌头探入了他那朵菊花，他恩恩的一叫，我知道我这个动作他喜欢，我掰开他的双臀，粉嫩的菊花深处，粉红而含苞待放，强壮而结实的身体，和这个粉嫩的菊花形成了强烈对比，前者是那麽强大??，而后者却又是如此的弱小。

随后，我将鸡吧放在他的菊花周边摩擦，此时的阿虎却冷静的看着我，我猛力一顶，迅速的探入了他的体内深处，啊，他大力叫到，强壮的手臂使劲的捏着我，整个人在颤抖，我知道他很疼，浑身顿时满是汗珠。

此时的我，有中强烈的征服感，我知道我得到了这个男人，此时，我的阴茎已经开始慢慢的抽查起来，而他的菊花，时刻和我的巨大的阴茎对抗着，我每次一次的快速进攻，都得到了他有力的回击，相互之间的快速摩擦，让我的身体迅速膨胀起来，而下体也把他的菊花撑得老大，他能够感觉到他身体已经发热，时而发出恩啊的叫声，来对我每次抽插的会应，我继续?高他的双腿，一边和他接吻，一边大力的操他，他慢慢的配合我，抚摩我的身体，手臂，腰，臀部，这些都让我兴奋，因为他希望我能够将我的体液给他，我快速而大力的操他，他恩啊恩啊的叫着，很快，快感迅速的传递到我的大脑，我射精了，将慾望的种子喷射到他的体内，我是他第一个男人。

此时的欧阳少云，已经搂着阿志，可以看到阿志的菊花后面，流出了白色的液体，我知道欧阳少云已经射了，他迷离的看着阿虎，这个让男人都汗颜的男人，他招手让他过去，随后他推开阿志，他示意阿虎跪下，然后给他口交，随后，他微微的?起双腿，把阿虎的头埋在他的臀中间，然后闭上双眼，让阿虎舔他的菊花。

他体毛很重，菊花后面也好多，必须拨开那浓重的体毛，才能看到他久违的菊花，这个菊花，是一个富贵公子的，是花多少钱都得不到的，何况他是那麽的英俊，阿虎舌头每一次的强力进入，都能够感觉到欧阳少云的快感浮现在脸上。这个让阿虎有些兴奋，我在想，此时的他是不是也想得到这个富家少爷呢？

果不其然，阿虎带上了套子，在欧阳少云的肛周摩擦着，划移着，我知道他的想法，他不能贸然前进，他要得到这个菊花的主人许可，很快，欧阳睁开双眼，没有反抗，但说明了是默许，但他迅速拔掉了阿虎的套子，这个如此巨大的粗壮黑阴茎，竟然迅速猛然一挺，龟头迅速的没入了这个贵少爷的菊花。

啊，欧阳一声残叫，但此时的阿虎已经把整个阴茎都塞了进去，并且大力的抽插，我想他这个是不是报復，但很快，欧阳少云的鸡吧竟然硬了起来，阿虎每一次的大力进攻，他的鸡吧也来回摆动，我在静静的欣赏这美丽而雄伟的场景。

老哥，过来，欧阳少云喊我，我心理兴奋极了，是他喊我吗？确实，我走了过去，他一口竟然把我的阴茎吞没，已经到了他的喉咙深处，然后给我大力的口交，爽啊，而此时的阿虎，竟然快速的射精了。

哥，你操我，不会吧，我听错了吧，我想是没错，人在兴奋的时候，都可能忘记爹娘，我想他这个时候已经忘记了什麽，更不在乎朋友什麽的了，我随即?高他的双腿，刚才阿虎的精液已经从他的后面的菊花涣涣流出，而他的菊花一张一合，我随即大力一挺，进去了，这个和我好了两年，以兄弟相成的富家公子，一个孩子的父亲，竟然包裹着我的阳具，我成了他的男人。

随后我把他放到桌子上，阿志给他添乳头，阿虎给他口交，而我大力的操他，很快，他啊一声，使劲的按着阿虎的头，整个身体煽动，我知道他射精了，他将精液射入了阿虎的口腔深处，而阿虎也配合的喝了下去，此时的我也非常兴奋，快速的抽动，很快，喷射到他的身体里。

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【犬鹿】prongsfoot相性100问

*含有很多我流角色理解，后50成人向的问题是无差偏犬鹿

*James有追莉莉但失败版，时间是毕业后四五年，彼得没背叛if

*普通话母语者，英文部分有任何歧义或者看不懂都是我的问题

*don't comment about wolfstar or jily or jegules or anything except prongsfoot I'm begging. 给洁癖党一点活路

采访者：Remus

乱入者：Peter

平时怎么称呼对方？

J：Sirius, Si, Padfoot.

S：James, prongs, 詹米——

2、希望被对方如何称呼？

J：其实都可以

S：只要不叫Black就都无所谓

J：我们都知道

R：(点头)

3、过往的回忆里最难忘的事情是？

S：他第一次向我们炫耀隐形衣的那个晚上

R：完美的晚上（感慨）

J：发现你的阿尼玛格斯是黑狗的那天

S：永远不明白你为什么天生就会四脚着地走路

J：因为我比你们都聪明

R：you can keep believe in that

4、对他的长相身材看法如何？

S：瘦的像个竹竿，天知道你是怎么把自己架上扫帚的

J：长相呢（兴致勃勃）

S：（打量）好看，比我差了点

J：……我觉得你不打魁地奇是一种浪费

R：我觉得你俩在一起是对社会资源的一种浪费……

5、觉得对方是怎样的一个人？

J：幽默风趣的，随性的

S：永远充满活力

6、喜欢对方哪一点？

S：他点子多——

J；而且都很天才

S：（深深点头）而且都很天才

R：你呢James

J：他很懂我

7、讨厌对方哪一点？

S：总害我们被抓到

J：你一定要我回霍格沃茨找米妮要紧闭记录吗

S：你是成年人了詹米，成年人

J：……

R：讨厌Sirius什么？（撞了一下他的肩）

J：……太懂我了

S：（笑的前仰后合）所以这也是缺点？

J：（懊恼）你就笑吧

8、初次见面时的第一印象是？

J：不记得了，就好像我们从小就认识一样

S：在想你究竟怎么逃出布莱克老宅的，让我好找

9、在一起前最大的不安和担忧？

S：他真的很喜欢伊万斯

J：你身边永远不缺女孩儿——还有男孩儿

10、外人对两人之间的关系怎么看待？

J&S：（看向R&P）

R：（清喉咙）…….对社会资源的一种浪费

P：天作之合

S：别这样虫尾巴，我们想听你真实的想法

J：莉莉很惊喜

S：或许是因为这意味着你再也不会去骚扰她了

J：又或许这意味着我们真的是天作之合

11、最喜欢对方对自己说什么话？

S：兴冲冲地跑来说I’‘ve got something的时候

J：叫我的名字

12、有没有纪念日或者特别值得纪念的事情？会怎样一起庆祝？

J：非要说的话大概是在一起那天

S：但我们从未想起过那是几月几号

J：有时会去三把扫帚喝酒

R：那是四个人的，不算

J：好吧

S：每一天都值得庆祝

13、分别谈谈生日、情人节、圣诞节和新年的时候会做什么吧。

S：每年生日都必有派对

R：（点头）几乎每次都是一群人喝到烂醉

J：情人节会去帕迪芙夫人那里测试一些无害的小玩意儿

S：毕竟不是每天都能看见他们成双结对的

R：新年和圣诞没什么区别，一起说吧

S：两个人一块儿在空无一人的霍格沃茨游荡，有时三个人，装饰圣诞树或者玩玩游戏。

J：前几年我不知道你….

S：我知道

14、在一起时感到最幸福的时候是？

J：魁地奇训练的时候，他永远坐在看台的西北角

S：关禁闭的时候

J：Sirius是有受虐倾向吗

S：也许

J：都是沃尔布加的错

S：你说的对

15、表白的场景是什么样的？

J：我们接吻了

S：我问他这是什么意思

J：后来就在一起了

16、对方生病或受伤了会怎么办？

S：庞弗勒夫人会照顾好他的

J：我们有莱米你知道吧

R：……我究竟能指望你俩什么，毕业以后怎么办呢？

S：互相照顾

R：你们俩没把房子照顾炸了都是一个奇迹

J：士别三日当刮目相看莱姆斯

17、对方的毛病？

S：想不到，有时候贱贱的算吗

J：把握不住分寸，固执

18、自己的毛病？

S：冲动

J：太信任他

S：这不是毛病

J：好吧，但你知道主人应该对自己的狗狗负起责任

  19、谁先表白？

S：他

J：因为你是胆小鬼

S：因为你爱的不够明显

R：抗议

S：这事你也有份月亮脸

R：我答应了詹姆不告诉你！

J：看看，什么是真朋友大脚板

S：那我是？

J：你是狗狗

20、第一次约会？

P：你们几乎每天都在约会

S：是吗

R：Peter是指在费尔奇的办公室

J：其实是六年级圣诞节，学校里没人以后我们溜去麻瓜市中心

S：他们的圣诞树装饰简直太有才华了

21、什么事情会让你想要分手？

J：如果你突然投靠伏地魔的话

S：如果我可能以任何方式伤害到你的话

J：你不会

S：我也不会

22、会爱屋及乌，对和他长相或性格相似的人产生好感吗？

J：你是指爱上我自己吗

S：我只爱詹姆斯·波特，以及你比我差远了叉子

23、对方吃醋时会怎么办？

S：那都是很久以前了，詹姆几乎把全霍格沃茨当成假想敌

J：如果你男朋友也是全校最性感的男生你就不会为此怪我了

S：但我男朋友是校园明星

J：所以你就故意当着那些女孩儿的面吻我是吗

S：你也可以吻回来

J：我确实这么做了

24、自己最容易被对方戳到的软肋/拿捏的把柄是？

S：摩托车

J：飞天扫帚

25、如果看到对方穿了女装会有什么感觉？

J：一定很性感

S：美得像幻觉

J：是的，因为这绝对不会发生

26、最想一起去的地方是？

S：我不知道，环游世界？

J：我赞同

27、有什么遗憾吗？

J：还没结束，哪来的遗憾

S：我们把时间全花在关禁闭上了

J：我们还有很多时间

28、对方心情不好的时候会做什么？

J：让他独自待一会儿

S：问发生了什么

29、什么时候感觉‘就是他了’？

J：他在霍格沃茨特快上看着我说我也讨厌斯莱特林的时候

S：我被分到格兰芬多的时候

30、为对方流过泪吗？因为什么而哭？

J：他伤痕累累地跑来戈德里克山谷那天晚上

S：有一年他从扫帚上摔下来，我以为他要死了

J：我不会死在你前面的大脚板

S：我很感激这一点

31、万一失去了对方……？

J：无法想象

S：替他复仇

R：如果是自然死亡呢？

J：别说了

32、对方被别人挑衅、侮辱或伤害时自己会做什么？

J：那些人会后悔惹他的

S：其实没人找我们麻烦

J：一般都是我们找他们麻烦

33、有在对方面前失态丢脸的经历吗？

J：你不能说

S：那你也不许说

34、最喜欢和对方有什么样的身体接触？

J：拥抱

S：接吻

35、如果用一种颜色来描述对方会是什么颜色？

J：黑色

S：亮橙色

36、相处过程中怎么处理两人之间的吵架和矛盾？

J：不吵架

S：只有一次，我昏了头

J：我知道

37、下辈子还想在一起吗？

J：不能在一起的话可以让我当他哥哥

S：of course, brother (重音)

J：……我是说当然

S：一定的

38、觉得对方穿什么衣服最好看？

J：他穿什么都好看

S：魁地奇队服

J：……校服

39、对方最有魅力的时刻是？

J：难得安静一会儿，独自思考的时候

S：赢了比赛的时候

J：我还以为你不屑于魁地奇呢

S：看情况吧

40、什么时候会觉得对方不爱自己了？

S：把我一个人丢给费尔奇和脏兮兮的奖杯陈列室自己去打比赛的时候

J：……为了一辆摩托车——

S：你赢了叉子

41、什么时候觉得自己被爱着？

J：和他一起冒着腰缩在隐形衣下的时候

S：他瞒着我悄悄留下来陪我过圣诞的时候

42、最后悔的一件事？

J：没有早点在一起

S：……告诉斯内普打人柳下的密道

J：放过你自己吧padfoot，这不值得

43、对方是初恋吗？二人过去的感情经历对彼此之间有没有影响？

S：是

J：你认真的？？

S：不然呢

J：初恋

44、您的自卑感来自于？

S：他哪有自卑感

R：审题大脚板

S：好吧，或许是家庭

J：不能给所有人最好的

45、如果对方背叛了自己怎么办？

J：他不会的

S：……我会去你和莉莉的婚礼上当伴郎

J：…..不许这么说

S：我知道

46、爱情的表现方式？

S：支持，理解和信任

J：陪伴

47、最惊喜和感动的一件事？

S：尤菲米娅叫我son的那次

J：嘿！这是问你我做了什么

S：在霍格沃茨的第一年，我忘记了自己的生日，你却准备了一个派对

J：你送我扫帚的那次

48、与对方相配的一种花？

S：金盏花

J：向日葵

49、对未来的规划或者有什么想法？

J：我们想去麻瓜社区买幢房子——

S：也许可以有一场婚礼

J：只要你喜欢

50、你爱他吗？

S：他是镜子的另一面

J：胜过一切 =======成人向的后半部分======= 1、是攻方还是受方？

J：大部分时候我们石头剪刀布

S：他总是输

2、对现状满意吗？

J：他看起来没什么意见

S：只要你高兴

3、第一次是在什么地方？

S：宿舍

R：serious Sirius？

J：是我的床

P：只要不是我的就行

S：serious Remus（眨眼）

R：Stop it.

J：He won’t

4、当时感想如何？

S：专注于怎么让你舒服一点了

J：thanks for that

S：你呢

J：在想那些女孩儿说的是对的

S：关于什么？

J：关于你

5、第二天他对你说的第一句话？

J：你问我想不想请假

R：我记起来了

S：说实话，我不记得了

6、自己最敏感的地方？

S：可能是脖颈？

J：说实话我觉得没有most

S：我也分不太清

7、对方最敏感的部位是哪里？

S：腿根

J：脸颊

S：何以见得

J：你总是脸红

S：你不会吗

J：这时就不得不提到魁地奇的十大优点

S：增加肺活量吗

J：耐力

S：谁耐力更好大家有目共睹（看向R&P）

8、在床上喜欢做什么？

J：找好多枕头把我们围起来

S：故意搞出声音

J：你这是恶趣味

S：你上钩了不是吗

9、喜欢对方做什么？

S：听他逗我

J：这很有意思

S：可以分散你的注意力是吗

J：我不否认

S：那我喜欢你专心的时候

J：…….我喜欢看他往嘴里塞各种东西

S：这就叫专心詹姆

J：你是这方面的大师

10、比较中意的体位是什么？

J：传统的

R：为什么？

J：能看见他的脸

S：他不喜欢拧着头接吻

P：你也不喜欢？

S：我喜欢他喜欢的

11、玩过哪些花样？

J：我们需要为此列一张单子吗

R：……放过我们

P：你们需要的是一个静音咒

S：我施了

J：但你总是忘记它们是有时效的

12、一句话描述那时对方的样子？

S：很不一样

J：很性感

S：平时不是吗

J：平时也是

R：你说了跟没说一样

13、一般情况下，哪一方比较主动？

S：他

J：我抗议

R：你确实精力过旺

S：也许可以放在魁地奇的十大缺点里

R：五十步笑百步大脚板

14、最喜欢对方什么样的反应？

J：爽到以后亮晶晶的眼神，像小狗

S：感官迟钝的那十几秒，呆呆的

15、对方说什么会让自己感到把持不住？

S：再不结束明早肯定会迟到

J：这是为什么

S：詹姆·波特先生开始担心违纪了，这能说明什么

J：…..当你说这真的是最后一次的时候

S：这又是为什么

J：给我一种你绝对没爽够的感觉

16、对SM或者强暴怎么看？

S：总有人喜欢的

J：但不是你

S：也可以是我（停顿）如果你也喜欢的话

17、如果对方被他人性骚扰，会怎么做？

S：叫上他一起

J：我不介意

R：把对方吓跑了怎么办

S：目的达到了

P：那要是对方刚好好这口呢

J：Sirius会冲着他的眉心来一拳

S：目的也达成了

18、觉得自己擅长吗？对方呢？

S：女孩儿们说的是对的，不是吗

J：是的，而且我觉得你每次爽的足够了

S：thanks to you

J：世界上有什么是我做不好的吗（故作无奈地叹气）

S：不用魔法清理储物柜？

J：……..如果不是我你一辈子也找不到女朋友的大脚板

R：你俩的嘴巴都淬毒了吧

S：詹姆喜欢就够了

J：…….我有时候会想如果我不在了你可怎么办

S：so stay with me

J：当然，I’m not going anywhere

19、衣服是对方脱还是自己脱？

J：大部分时候是自己

S：他想玩一玩儿的时候给他脱

20、用什么样的方式开始？

J：亲吻

S：是的

21、目前为止最满意的一次？

S：魔药教室，清理流的满地都是的嚏根草糖浆直到半夜

J：毕业以后，魁地奇世界杯的更衣室

22、希望以后再有同样情况发生吗？

J：绝对别，因为偷情被开除是我能想到最糟的辞职理由了

S：如果你知道体液和嚏根草糖浆混在一起会产生什么效果的话，莱姆斯，你肯定不会��么问

J：那就是一场纯粹的灾难大脚板

S：有意思的灾难

23、看到对方裸体会有什么反应？

S：他浑身上下哪里我没看过

J：给他找个什么遮一下

S：真没格调啊叉子

J：除非你想裸着然后把水滴的到处都是

S：谁说这是洗澡的时候了

J：我可没有这么说

24、你觉得理想的情况下，一星期几次最好？

J：三次？

S：最多两次

J：上学的时候一周四五次是谁跟谁啊

S：也许是斯内普和马尔福

R：Sirius，别说了

J：I’m with Remus

25、欲求不满但对方不知道时，用什么方式暗示？

S：当他吻我的次数比平常更多的时候，可以很明显的看出来有些什么

J：我瞒不住他

R：Sirius呢

J：他一般直接跟我说

S：嘿宝贝儿想我了吗（摆上油腻的表情+凹气泡音）

J：…….就是这样

R&P：（哈哈大笑）

26、如果对方不想做，会忍耐还是继续挑逗？

J：看他的状态

S：会帮他口出来

27、有没有想着对方自慰的经历？

J：我会找姑娘们讨要经验

R：这么开放吗

J：当你的男朋友是全霍格沃茨少女的梦时就是这样

S：……..我希望我可以回答没有，但你的训练周期太长了

J：我很抱歉西，但是你知道魁地奇的

S：没关系，你要换工作了不是吗

28、如果发现对方背着自己自慰会如何？

S：假装没看见，欣赏他手忙脚乱的样子

J：嘿，我从来都是直接去帮你的

S：你就说最后有没有成全你吧叉子

J：这不好笑虫尾巴

29、常去的地方？

S：一般是宿舍，现在是家里吧

J：我觉得是扫帚间

30、有在公共场合或野外做过吗？

S：没有人的公共场所算公共场所吗

J：有一次差点，在禁林

S：莱姆斯正处于他的——敏感期

J：所以我拽着你问是不是疯了

31、想要尝试哪些没有做过的场所？

S：之前那道遗憾的题，还能重答吗

R：no

J：只要别施着幻身咒跑上大街就行

S：我一直很遗憾没有试过费尔奇的办公室

J：？你真的有受虐倾向大脚板

S：承认吧叉子

J：好吧那确实会很刺激

32、如果可以实现一个平时不敢提出的妄想，最想实现什么？

S：我赌你受不了一个月不碰我

J：就因为我男朋友性感的要命？

S：嗯哼

J：小瞧我了大脚板，我赌你不敢把你的摩托当道具

S：那你载着我去天上飞一圈如何，看看我们谁更有技巧

R：成年人了先生们，成年人

33、在床上的对方和平时有多大差别？

J：更爱玩了

S：更老实了

34、使用过道具吗？

S：麻瓜们研究的玩意

J：我还是喜欢你的摩托

S：别想詹姆，忘记她

35、描述一个对方无意识间让自己萌生欲望的情景？

S：洗澡出来

J：你好肤浅

S：（摊手）

J：骑在摩托车上的时候，我抱着他的腰

S：你真的不愿意放过她是吗

36、会一起看成人影片或书籍吗？

S：还会拉上莱米和虫尾巴

J：有什么一起分享了

R：不要一边眉来眼去一边把这当作慷慨啊喂

P：（小声）我觉得挺好的

37、更喜欢温柔的还是激烈的？

J：激烈的

S：生活太平淡就没意思了不是吗

38、会觉得这种事情难以启齿或需要被隐瞒吗？

S：这问卷太蠢了

J：掠夺者温馨的麻瓜A片团建足以说明

R：尽管我一直不认为那是个好主意

S：那下次玩真心话大冒险，或者噼啪爆炸牌

P：我拒绝

J：只是因为你总是输而已虫尾巴

39、会觉得不好意思的事是？

S：声音太大的时候

J：他衣服不脱全

40、一般都把衣服全脱光吗？

J：除非你想把衣服搞的一团糟

S：最后要洗的除了床单还有一堆衬衣和袍子的话

41、通常会在什么时间段做？

S：这问卷很没水准

J：当然是晚上

42、结束后会立刻睡觉还是先做清理？

S：看心情

J：大部分时候都直接睡觉了

43、清理时对方会帮忙吗？

S：会，太难擦的话就干脆换新的

J：会，如果我恰巧忘记清理一新的发音标准

44、假如途中被人意外打扰会怎么应付？

J：隐形衣或者幻身咒

S：如果是莱姆斯——

J：Just shouted we’re kind of on business Moony

S：he’ll go away

P：我怎么不知道你们还有秘密暗语？

R：因为你永远也戳不穿他俩

J：你可以开始回忆一下有多少次你走进寝室时他不在我的屁股里

P：（宕机）

S：（摊手）这不能怪我们，伙计

45、对您来说作为床伴的理想是？

J：理想是小天狼星布莱克

S：跟他一样

R：？

S：开玩笑的莱姆斯

J：我们都能理解你想试试自己操自己（fuck yourself）的padfoot

R：因为某种意义上你是全世界唯一一个无法和Sirius Black上床的可怜人

S：我没有这么想！

J：（笑出眼泪）那你的理想是？

S：……..我的理想是胸大屁股圆个子高闻起来香香软软的女孩儿，不戴眼镜

S：不 戴 眼镜（咬牙切齿地重音）

46、对方符合您的理想吗？

J：很明显我不是Mr padfoot的理想型

S：……你是

J：我又是了？

R：不要拌嘴了先生们

47、有过在外人面前偷偷调情的经历吗？

R：这问卷确实很蠢

P：他们每时每刻都在调情

S：我们哪有

J：有没有可能这问题是专指肢体动作呢虫尾巴

48、喜欢被吻哪里？

J：没有很喜欢的

S：都喜欢

49、总体来讲，觉得性爱是必需品吗？

J：就像魁地奇

S：不可或缺？

J：嗯

S：只要（as long as）我们一直都乐在其中，那么我赞同

50、跟对方说一句话吧

J：I’ll follow you all the way to the end

S：这话应该是我来说，but anyway Just don’t ghosted me James, I love you

J：I’m glad you feel that way

R：One sentence gentlemen

J：cause I love you more

End

只是不要像幽灵般缠着我就好了，我爱你

[seonuyang]

Lyrics for Masa’s new song’s

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Shinigami ~ 死神 | Grim Reaper

今日の演目は十八番の死神

女によくやるオトコのアマガミ

噛んではいけない表のアララギ

今日は無料だ私の漢気

皆目検討つかないお話

狂喜乱舞その結末を観よ

死屍累々の結末は無い無い

そんな事わかる皆様大体

御宅を並べた前座は終わり

私は引っ込む裏にお分かり

北から来たハイカラな噺家

女が話せば寄席も華やか

金が底つき落ちぶれたおいら

昔京都で見た綺麗な花魁

為替で失敗破滅のコーナー

これでも前はロレックスオーナー

ツキと神と嫁に見放された

金が尽きたら周りも離れた

これでもかなりもらったラブレター

人生の賭けにおれは敗れた

酒買う金もないこの惨めさ

過ぎてく24と7日さ

この人生に終わりが来たのさ

悲劇か喜劇か雲泥の差

よぉにぃさんお前はまだ��ねない

寿命がたっぷり残ってん

だな どうだ？一つ稼いでみねぇか

この呪文で死神追っ払うんだ

アジャラカモクレンテケレッツのパ

死神追いやる魔法の言葉

病人の足元の死神が

消えたら病人は全快だ

ヤブの医者が大金を稼いだ

一瞬で稼いだ富と名声

女はいつでも顔で厳選

愛人囲んで浴びる源泉

神をも恐れぬ乱痴気騒ぎ

使えば無くなるそれが金

そろそろ稼ぎに行こうかね

枕元の死神ノータッチ

凄いアイデアで今棒立ち

布団を回して立場逆転

呪文で死神追い払って

ちょろいぜ奴らもこんなもんて

大金抱えて帰ってるって

怒った死神前に見参

お前の人生全て清算

言ったろあれは駄目だと散々

突如現れる地下の階段

地下に広がる無限のロウソク

人間の寿命が揺れるこの火

助かる為にはおれはどうする

小さな火を大きなロウソクに移す

よぉにぃさん急がにゃ死んじまう

手が震えてるけど大丈夫か？

死んだら晴れてこちらのお仲間

得意の噺で仲間を増やせ

アジャラカモクレンテケレッツのパ

今日の演目は十八番の死神

女によくやるオトコのアマガミ

噛んではいけない表のアララギ

お客のロウソクがあぁ消える

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Watashi no namae wa ~ 私の名前は | My Name Is

なんつったっけ？可愛い感じの

そこらに居そうな名前の子

ギャルかオタク？違うよな。

新種の女の生態系

百戦錬磨合コン番長

さり気狙っちゃ勝ち組だっちゃ

この日のために固めたブランド

終電ギリ翔んで埼玉

六本木、寿司、口先ベラベラ

あいつチャラチャラ

まじイライラ

ビッチになった大人の階段

ホテルに響く音がパンパン

女がハイ登場

これから即戦場

嘘吐き社長令嬢噂は風俗嬢

華金終わりは性欲モリモリ

トークの中身は下ネタギリギリ

トイレでカチ込むスパッとラリラリ

ぶってる女の態度はロリロリ

こんばんはまた会いましたね

今日もこの後行っちゃいます？

中央区夜の街で口説く

飲んだらサクッとショートタイム

あれ？ところで今更だけどさ

なんだったっけ君の名前

お酒の力で記憶が混濁

女が語る私の名前は

私の名前は

そうそうないわイケてる坊っちゃん

グラスをガッチャンかわいい姉ちゃん

この日のために固めたブランド

御用達リボリボ千葉茨城

バチクソ短いスカートヒラヒラ

あいつチャラチャラマジイライラ

なんか違った大人の階段

ホテルに響く音がパンパン

女がハイ登場毎日即戦場

嘘吐きミス〇〇

噂はジジィの愛人

今夜の獲物はあそこのガリガリ

トークの中身は下ネタバリバリ

トイレで早目に媚薬を塗り塗り

トイレ出た後の作戦練り練り

こんばんはまた会いましたね

今日もこの後行っちゃいます？

中央区夜の街で口説く

飲んだらサクッとショートタイム

あれ？ところで今更だけどさ

なんだったっけ君の名前

お酒の力で記憶が混濁

女が語る私の名前は

言われても知らねぇってどうでもいいでしょ名前

わからないあなたに教えた世の中

華金終わりは性欲モリモリ

トークの中身は下ネタギリギリ

トイレでカチ込むスパッとラリラリ

ぶってる女の態度はロリロリ

言われても知らねぇってどうでもいいでしょ名前

わからないあなたに教えた世の中

今夜の獲物はあそこのガリガリ

トークの中身は下ネタバリバリ

トイレで早目に媚薬を塗り塗り

お店出た後の作戦練り練り

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To Guide Blue

一気に変わったバビロンシステム

歌舞いた時代はもう終わり

キッズのヘッズが街を占領

イカれた時代の幕開けだ

ダッシュでクッシュを買ってる一生

速攻検挙でハイ！おしまい

ダメダメそんなの時代は合法

みんなの青い下だ

明日が見えた

昨日は消えた

あなたを招待

宇宙の銀河鉄道へ

やだやだもうヤダ！鼻曲がるぞ

臭うぜ大人の吐息がさ

最近見ないクラブでポストマン

最近増えたねメンヘラ薬局

「なぁに？あんたも青い舌か？」

カリスマ天使の青めの笑顔で

細々広がるシートの眠剤

Seedは冤罪Eatは大罪

おおらかその中たかだか身体だ

さっさと払いなおじさん

デロデロの親父の夢の対価

お財布にだけ価値Foo!

なぁに青い舌になりたい？

まずはジュースに溶かしてごらん

資金はちょっとのガッツでパパ活

まずはご飯で初めてごらん

スーパーコピーで固めたおじさん

少し褒めるだけいい気なもんさ

おっとマスクしてバレないように

青い口元は私の秘密

興味を無くした人間の街で

ゴミの横に座る事もできる

何にもないけど金だけある

青めの天使が仲間を増やす

ここまで変わったバビロンシステム

歌舞いた時代はもう昔

青めの天使が街を占領

イカれた時代の幕開けだ

ビビった大人の生き方醜悪

子供が身体で大人を掌握

世代で変わる物事の善悪

路上の風俗、ラブホで快楽

いつしか終わったバビロンシステム

歌舞いた時代誰も知らない

ゴミが散らかった天国の横

東方シネマズを見上げた

腐った大人の思考は醜悪

子供がホテルで大人を掌握

時代で変わる物事の善悪

OD前提人生最悪

ほぉら青い舌は最高

次は瓶ごと試してごらん

資金はちょっとのガッツでパパ活

大人もありで試してごらん

スーパーコピーで固めたおじさん

ちょっと褒めるだけいい気なもんさ

キスで青い舌をぶち込んで

稼いだ金で更に青くなる

興味を無くした人間の街で

ゴミの横に座る事もできる

何にもないけど金だけある

青めの天使が仲間を増やす

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Buddha

ある朝眺めた血の池の底

そこにいればそれはたいそうな事

仏陀の教えはちゃんと聞く事

血の池に響く神の音

両手を広げてここに来なさい

救いは貴方のためにあります

極楽の蜘蛛を伝ってくれば

そこには約束の蓮の葉

仏陀が救い出した犍陀多

しがみついた足元蓮の葉

天地ひっくり返す救いが

犍陀多に響いた

昔逃がした一匹の蜘蛛

今では消えた前世の煩悩

感謝してます我が釈迦

貴方のためブンシャカラカ

釈迦にすがって祈る犍陀多

我が忠誠は貴方我が釈迦

前世の行い忘れたかな

輝く蜘蛛は釈迦の使いか

仏陀を目指す次は犍陀多

先を見据えた極楽の華

少し見えた悟りは高らか

皆に祝福をブンシャカラカ

BUDDHA今あなたに差した後光

BUDDHA響く地獄の鐘の音

BUDDHAその祈りを捧げていこう

我が仏陀　我が仏陀

BUDDHA生きる道が修験道

BUDDHAなれぬ君は守銭奴

BUDDHA信じぬならTHE END

我レ仏陀　我レ仏陀

地獄に落ちる輝くこの糸

誰でもないあなたの足元

釈迦が使わせた小さな蜘蛛

それを助けたら聴こえた音

犍陀多にたかりここに集い

驕り高ぶり主に奪い

仲間に配り日銭を稼ぎ

俺に祈りまるで仏陀に

突然来たその終わりの時

サクッと一撃もう潮時

裏切り者が揚げる勝鬨

さらば犍陀多覗き込む餓鬼

決意を胸に終わる犍陀多

誰も信じなければ簡単だ

あの世でも俺が頂きなんだ

次の仏陀は俺だ犍陀多

BUDDHA今あなたに差した後光

BUDDHA響く地獄の鐘の音

BUDDHAその祈りを捧げていこう

我が仏陀　我が仏陀

BUDDHA生きる道が修験道

BUDDHAなれぬ君は守銭奴

BUDDHA信じぬならTHE END

我レ仏陀 我レ仏陀

お人好しの仏を噛んだら

血を吹き出して死ぬアホンダラ

天を手中に収めたんだな

仏陀を落��す暗い大穴

血の池に落ちてゆく我が釈迦

次の仏陀はおれだ犍陀多

釈迦の極楽の蜘蛛殺した

輝く蜘蛛の糸は途切れた

世界の崩壊空には釈迦

今頃気づくおれ愚かだな

死んだ蜘蛛を抱える犍陀多

悲しそうな顔する我が釈迦

一度だけお許しを我が釈迦

焦って蜘蛛の亡骸捨てた

目の前から消えてく我が釈迦

地獄の底の底の犍陀多

我レ仏陀　我レ仏陀

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Edit of her !!

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Jealous Chamber

daddy kink

praise kink 

jealous Chamber x f!reader

30/30，每個Valorant特工都能在時限內消滅30個訓練機器人，但你今天怎麼試都無法達到平常的水準，25、20、17、15⋯⋯在靶場花的時間愈多，成績反而愈差。你一邊嘆氣一邊放下手中的左輪，甩甩手掌、旋轉手臂，想讓緊繃的肌肉放鬆一下，有些煩躁地在靶場踱步。

前幾日Sage交代了重要的情蒐任務，你不想搞砸，近日你加重訓練量，鞭策自己必須做到萬無一失，但適得其反。

「啊！」又一次失誤，你憤怒地叫出聲，將耳罩脫下重重地放在檯上，揉著太陽穴想讓自己緩一緩。

“If you're not a good shot today, don't worry. There are other ways to be useful.”

Sova的聲音在你身後響起，你轉身向他打招呼。

「嘿Sova，你也來練槍？」

「來關心你」他伸手拍拍你的肩膀。

「我知道你能做到的，但精準度和心態密不可分，你給自己太多壓力了。」

「也許吧⋯⋯我有點心浮氣躁」

Sova聞言露出溫和的微笑。

「休息是你現在最需要的，相信我。能讓我看看你的手腕嗎？」

你點點頭，Sova輕輕抓起你的手，觀察你的手腕狀況，之後讓你拿起槍檢查你的姿勢。

「恩，動作沒有問題，但我發現你肌肉有些發炎腫脹，這幾天該讓手多休息。」

「謝謝Sova」你感激地微笑。

Sova是經驗老道的獵人，聽從他的建議只有好處。他微微一笑，伸手搭在你肩上正要開口，身後傳來的一聲輕咳打斷了他。

“Impressionnant, this man knows what he is doing”

操著濃厚的法國口音，優雅的法國男人手插口袋倚著門框，如往常般自信張揚的語氣，但今天他上揚的嘴角裡邊，似乎有一絲⋯⋯嘲諷的意味？

「brother，真巧，你也來練槍？」

Sova向他點頭致意，出乎你意料的，Chamber並未直視Sova，也沒有回應他的問題，反而是微笑看著你朝你走來，凝視著你的雙眼數秒後，才慢慢轉頭看向Sova。

「Sova，先前Brimstone請你針對B site做的調查，他要我轉達你，他『現在』想知道進度，你要不要先去找他呢？」

「這樣啊，那我差不多該離開了。Y/N 晚上要不要一起吃飯？我可以幫你看看任務的注意事項」

Sova離開前向你提出晚餐邀約，你還在思考回應時，Chamber倒是先開口了。

「真不巧，但他晚上和我有約了。不用擔心，我會好好照看他的。」

Chamber語氣輕鬆，但眼角毫無笑意，彷彿現在掛在嘴角的微笑非常勉強。

Sova識趣地點頭，轉身離開靶場，頓時偌大的靶場裡只剩你們兩人。

「C-Chamber？」

你聲音有些膽怯，作為他的搭檔有一段時間，別人也許看不出隱藏在那副笑容下的情緒，但你觀察得出來，他現在並不開心。

「他教得很好是嗎？」

「我⋯⋯」

「幫你檢查姿勢、給你建議，不愧是Sova，真是好心，可靠又貼心呢」

Chamber抿脣一笑，但你看得出他並不是真心稱讚。

「他、只是稍微指導了我。」

Chamber拉近與妳的距離，將妳摟入他懷裡，抵著他的胸膛。

「指導需要靠這麼近？牽妳的手，還邀妳吃晚餐？真是無微不至。」

「沒有牽手！他只是在檢查我的手腕罷了」妳反駁，急著向他解釋，但顯然Chamber並不買單。

「Sova這���伙，根本是刻意在惹怒我」Chamber低語，妳罕見地看到他慍怒的神情，他對待其他特務總是和顏悅色，甚至習慣性地先輸出一頓稱讚再說。他總是掛著笑容，游刃有餘地保持優雅。

「Vincent，怎麼了？」妳目光擔憂。

「我不喜歡他靠妳那麼近，不喜歡他擅自指導我的學生。我看得出來他對妳有好感，這我不怪他，畢竟我的小貓這麼有魅力，聰明又美麗，但妳是我的，他應該保持距離。」

妳聽到他這麼說馬上臉紅了，終於明白Chamber不悅的原因，有人吃醋了。

「Vin，你知道我只喜歡你」妳把頭靠在他的胸膛上，軟軟的嗓音訴說著對他的愛。

見妳撒嬌安撫他的模樣，眼底的怒火收斂了些，摸了摸妳的頭。

他嘆了口氣。

「Sova最近總是找機會向你示好，有眼睛的人都看得出來。但我更不開心的是，妳有心事卻瞞著我」他撩著你的髮絲，語氣中有些埋怨。

「我只是不想讓你煩心⋯⋯這是我第一次獨自出任務，我想靠自己做到最好」

Chamber抬頭，用手捧著妳的臉，直勾勾凝視妳的雙眼，神情認真。

「Baby girl，妳做得到的，妳的能力我再清楚不過了，我相信妳，Sage也是，我們都信任妳的能力，才放心把任務交給你。」

他話鋒一轉，冷笑輕哼了一聲「但有一點我們的獵人倒是沒說錯，妳需要多休息。」

「Vincent⋯⋯」

「是我太久沒疼愛妳了，嗯？才讓我的小貓一個人胡思亂想，露出這樣毫無防備的樣子。」

他在妳耳畔低語，溫熱的氣息刺激著耳朵，妳禁不住顫抖了一下。他緊緊摟著妳，用手指摩擦著妳的腰間，一手向後抓著妳的臀部用力揉捏。

「Vin！」

「是時候該好好指導我的小貓了，也讓那傢伙知道，妳有人管教，不勞他費心」Chamber語氣魅惑的呢喃著，有不容拒絕的堅定。

「妳說當那傢伙發現Brimstone根本沒找他，會不會跑回來找我理論？是不是該讓他撞見我疼愛妳的模樣，嗯？」

「啊⋯⋯Vincent，別這樣」他的雙手在你身上游移，撫摸著你的身體，妳感覺體溫正在上升，但還在靶場的現實讓妳相當緊張，用手推著他，深怕有人闖進來。

Chamber不理會妳的抗拒，牽起妳的手將妳拉到一旁的更衣間。門一關上他便撲向妳，把妳用力壓在牆上，飢渴地掠奪妳的雙唇，舌頭在妳口腔內攪動交纏，發出濕潤煽情的聲音。妳氣喘吁吁、眼神濕潤地看著眼前的男人，他眼底的慾望無法隱藏，低頭在妳脖頸留下紅痕。

「Vin⋯⋯」他在頸部留下牙印和吻痕，妳吃痛輕呼，他用溫熱的舌頭輕舔留下印記的部位，手也沒閒著，將妳的襯衫扒開，扯下內衣丟到一旁，大手覆蓋妳飽滿的胸，急切地揉捏著，妳忍不住呻吟，他的掌心溫度燙人，包裹著妳的乳房恣意搓揉；他低頭含住妳的乳頭，用舌尖挑逗，不時用牙咬嚙，敏感的乳尖被他不停玩弄著，妳知道自己濕了，蜜液已經打濕內褲，他看到妳輕輕皺眉、咬著下唇，忍耐快感的表情，十分得意。

「叫出來啊，告訴我，這甜美的嗓音和性感的身體屬於誰？」

見妳倔強不肯回答，Chamber用力咬了妳的乳頭，同時手指伸進內褲，撫摸妳早已溼透的陰戶輕輕拍打，手指在陰蒂上繞圈摩擦，妳再也無法忍耐地叫出來。

「你的，我是你的！」妳帶著哭腔呻吟著，眼角濕潤。

Chamber很滿意妳的回答，隨即將粗長的手指插入狹窄的小穴，在濕熱溫暖的內壁裡來回抽插，不時用指尖按壓著深處的皺褶，不放過任何地方，妳渾身顫抖，承受他的手指在妳體內恣意穿梭。

「妳好濕」他低語。

他抽出手指，讓妳看向沾滿妳愛液的手指，魅惑地伸出舌尖舔掉手上的蜜汁，好似那是誘人的蜂蜜，妳臉紅低下頭。

他頂著妳的下半身磨蹭著，妳感覺到他的勃起，小穴不自主地緊縮蠕動，想像著他把堅硬的陰莖插進來，會讓妳多麼滿足⋯⋯但殘存的理智提醒妳，這裡並不是歡愛的好場所。

「Vin，我們不能在這裡做。」

「為什麼不？小貓還有心思想別的，看來是我不夠努力。」

隨即他將兩根手指放回妳體內，引得妳忍不住嬌喘，身體無力地靠在他身上，被他支撐著，讓妳如此迷亂的罪魁禍首並未停下動作，指尖勾起，刮搔穴內的皺褶，時重時輕地按壓敏感點，頓時愛液噴湧，大腿間一片濕黏，潮水沿著大腿緩緩流下，甚至噴濺到地上。

「啊⋯⋯Vin，別、別，嗚⋯⋯」

過多的快感湧上，妳哀求他別繼續刺激小穴，妳只能不斷呻吟尖叫。

「Mon chaton裡面好濕好熱，把我的手指吸得好緊呢。」

他在妳耳邊輕笑，露骨的言語和溫熱的氣息都讓妳無法抵抗，他吸吮啃咬妳的耳朵，讓妳發出更甜美的喘息。

「就是這樣，my good girl，大聲點，讓其他人知道是誰讓妳如此快樂，讓他知道妳只有在我面前才如此淫蕩。」

聽著妳嬌媚甜膩的聲音，Chamber無法忍耐了，將勃起腫脹的陰莖掏出，對準穴口插進妳的小穴，第一下便撞擊到最深處，深深沒入妳體內，惹得妳大叫出聲，自己摸不到的深處被狠狠刺激著，被填滿的感受使感官無法負荷，妳只能抱緊他，承受一次次的撞擊，承受他猛力的抽插，乳頭被他狠狠拉扯、用力吸吮，小穴可憐兮兮地滴著淫水，又濕又熱的體內讓Chamber更加堅挺，低吼著加快速度。

妳張著嘴只能不斷呻吟，嗓子因情慾而微微沙啞，快感沖刷全身，在每一吋皮膚流竄著，妳喪失抵抗的念頭，任Chamber在妳身上發洩著慾望。

「baby girl⋯⋯妳好棒，fuck，只有我能讓妳這麼舒服，對嗎？」

「Yes, Vin，只有你，啊⋯⋯」妳雙眼無法對焦，無力地望著牆，腦袋暈呼呼的，隨著他的抽插被搖晃著身體，妳只能感受他在妳體內的動作，無法思考、無法壓抑聲音，周遭的一切都變得模糊。

妳甚至沒有注意到更衣室外的動靜，沒有注意到靶場門扉被啟動的聲音，沒有注意到皮靴的聲音，也沒有注意到Chambe眼眸中的得意與狡黠的神情。

「Vin⋯⋯不、不行了，嗚⋯⋯不要了」妳嗚咽著緊緊抱著他，被推至快感邊緣，只能無力地求助於他。

「That’s my good girl⋯⋯Daddy會給妳的，妳想要的只有我能給妳。」

他露出自信的微笑，感受妳的小穴緊緊吸著他的勃起，手指用力扣著他的背肌，他知道妳快要高潮了，加快速度狠狠撞擊小穴，一邊與妳深吻，一邊猛力扭腰在小穴內抽送。被愛人這樣熱情地索求，被激烈地使用著，妳身心都被幸福填滿，尖叫著達到高潮。

「V-Vin！」妳大叫出聲，拱著腰止不住地顫抖著，不停喊著愛人的名字，渾身疲軟地在他身下喘著氣，高潮的快感蔓延全身，小穴不停痙攣，妳身軀泛紅帶著薄汗，粉嫩的乳尖因為尚未褪去的快感高高地挺著，Chamber看著眼前令人沉醉的美景，咒罵一聲，俯身緊緊摟住妳，靠著妳的頸窩低吼著，一邊親吻一邊衝刺，最終全數射在妳體內。

此時往門口方向離去的腳步聲傳入Chamber耳內，他微微一笑。

「我想這會讓他老實好一陣子。」

***

Chamber：「你只配聽著我家寶貝的聲音打手槍 :D」

Sova：「我只是在關心同事而已 T口T」

[japansapporowalk]

【4K】第59回 すすきの祭り 花魁道中 2023 | 日本 北海道 札幌 中央区【Binaural ASMR】

[chentailai]

【HP BLUE BEETLE 】My blue in the noche nevada【6】

深夜，斯莱特林的公共休息室

海梅倚靠在崔西怀里，对方正亲密的玩弄着他的小胡子

圆环沙发下是玻璃地板，绿色的水族箱发出莹莹光芒，即是装修华丽的休息室里唯一的光源巨大的乌贼从脚底游过，单眼注视着这对在午夜偷情的爱侣

崔西是个聪明机灵的侦探，她仅凭自己就摸索出了这座城堡里的不少暗道

“love”崔西轻呼道:“时候不早了，你该回去了”

海梅轻叹一声

“我知道，还记得你上次说你要在寒假换换胃口的事吗？”

“我确实也很喜欢双重约会的计划，但……”

海梅回想起前天发生的事

他们遇到了罗丝，比起上次看见劫掠者，她的精神状态看起来稳定多了

罗丝愉悦地叫走了埃德，说让他陪自己去看看新的健身房

他们聊的投机的样子可不像什么热恋中的情侣“现在他们成最好的朋友了”

jaime注视着Eddie离开，他是有一点难过的

维吉尔看着疑惑的海梅，告诉了他一件事洛蕾娜在和Eddie约会。而罗丝，埃德没有说谎，他们确实没成。但是关系变好了很多。

洛蕾娜说她只是想和维吉尔当朋友罢了，维吉尔对此并不在意并邀请洛蕾娜到加州来拜访他，毕竟洛蕾娜想做什么都是她自己的事

而真正令他担忧的是海梅，他觉得蓝虫子恋爱之后，有些失去自我

维吉尔曾经见到过在崔西把海梅从一场考试事故救出来之后，独自一人在更衣室角落里静坐他明白原因，海梅是个泰坦，那场事故明明是他要付的责任，最后却是靠崔西解决。这让他觉得自己没有付起男友和团员的责任，却没有意识到有些时候有些事情是自己无能为力的

这加重了他一直以来的自卑和中庸感

他总是自嘲说自己只不过是个无能普通人，走到今天全靠运气。但他的好友们明白海梅是一个有很多优点的好人，只是他意识不到且沉浸在患失患得中

海梅看着他离去的背影，说不清什么感受，最后只是落寞地看着他的朋友们渐行渐远

“让我猜猜，小恶魔不喜欢我？”

海梅枕在崔西膝上，任由她像揉小猫一样rua他

他回想起维吉尔说的话

“其实比起你有女友，我认为埃德和我，对……我们不喜欢她是因为她抢走你太多注意力了”

维吉尔只是没有说出来。

他并不是讨厌崔西，而是不敢说他担心的原因是海梅自身的问题。于是只能假装责怪崔西太强硬，如果海梅继续这样自卑且依赖崔西的话，结果不会好的。

不管怎样他都想让海梅认识到这个问题，至少是要有危机感紧张起来

除此之外他很抱歉，他也不知道该怎么办才好

“yes……”

崔西没有生气的样子，她只是若有所思地看向别处，然后温和地笑了笑

“我知道了……”

“晚安，love”

她低头吻了吻海梅的额头

第二天，埃德一看见海梅就冲向他

“虫屁屁屁屁股——”

“你女友是圣母，圣母Thirteen，感谢圣母———”

他的态度来了个180°大转变

就差一个滑跪了

海梅的女友是怎么做到的呢？海梅沉思了一下

哦！因为崔西会魔法啊！这就解释了！

(后来他得知是因为崔西花钱给埃德买了一堆电子游戏，埃德马上对她没意见了)

事情终于变好起来，13突然变成了红恶魔的女巫教母，蓝甲虫对此高兴不已

唯一悲���的事情是维吉尔离开了他们，在一个没有告别的清晨

为了摆脱严肃紧张的气氛，他们决定在休息日那天去霍格沃兹村的郊外进行一次野餐约会约会那天，崔西带了很多冷食，里面大多数都是海鲜

这让来自水行家族的洛蕾娜不太高兴，她对正在和海梅调情的崔西清一下嗓子。

崔西顿了一下，手慢慢地从jaime的腰上放下来。然后慢慢的笑着转头过来，眼睛却死死的盯着洛蕾娜，接着礼貌的开口

“我看见你没有动我带的食物，不喜欢海鲜吗？”

洛蕾娜摆着手，面无表情地回答

“哦，因为我是“水行”少女”洛蕾娜说道，尽力听起来不那么不满，丝毫不躲避崔西的眼神抓捕，特别重读了“水行”

“我想你应该明白它们已经死了对吧？”

“没看出来啊，你还能听见它们说话啊？”Traci笑的更灿烂了。

“真神奇~”

水行家族的特殊能力之一就是可以和水生生物对话并驱使它们

崔西一只手托腮，侧头，微笑着看着面色铁青的洛蕾娜，像在观赏一只被自己玩弄过的海豹

海梅一边吃一边看着努力保持优雅的女友，他隐隐意识到崔西这是在警告洛蕾娜，因为在那天在魁地奇球场上她当着崔西面和海梅走的很近。再详细一点说，是把腿直接放到他膝盖上了，需要再说的明白一点吗？

而作为一位侦探，崔西自然能察觉到海梅对她发出的“求救信号”，洛蕾娜做的太暧昧了。更别提她的脚伸到了Traci的右腿上。她努力地试着看比赛情况，jaime努力地喝他的南瓜汁。哦，因为这个女人是Eddie带来的，Eddie他妈的到底飞哪去了。

“谁能想到观众席的座位这么小啊，人真多不是吗？”Traci笑着对男友说到“非常狭窄，对”jaime一边喝他的南瓜汁一边保证自己的目光不离开Traci。

然后，洛蕾娜的嘴对着jaime的耳朵吹了一口气，这发生了。

“Depende de cómo lo uses”

这取决于你如何使用它

jaime把满嘴的南瓜汁都喷到了前面的人的头上

靠，他听出来那是什么意思了，对。

Traci不懂西班牙语，但她明白这是什么意思。

维吉尔是对的，水行少女或许是个好泰坦，但她有时候很任性，太过生硬冷静的态度则使的她看来更加冷漠别扭。直接说了，她就是个被严重利用的贱女孩。(没有喜欢blue13会在看了TTv3 72期后不高血压吧？

不行，jaime看不懂女人打架，插嘴和做反应也不是他该做的。像个奖品一样被雌竞？这什么剧情啊太狗血了吧？！他只能继续喝他的南瓜汁。

他悄悄地靠近同样满嘴食物的埃德说道

“我真高兴你能来兄弟，真的”

“我也是，很高兴你带我过来”

然后Traci和洛蕾娜再说了些什么，他们两个好兄弟一点没听。只是吃着食物，看那个好吃分享给对方。

“这个好吃给你来一口”

“这个也好吃给你也来一口”

“她身上有些我不喜欢的东西”

在回去的路上，洛蕾娜瞪着一脸幸福挽着海梅的崔西如此说道

“她吗？我本来也不喜欢她，直到她给我买了一堆电子游戏”

埃德尴尬地笑着回答，手里拿着崔西刚刚送他的秘鲁进口烟雾弹。13真的很有钱。

说真的，如果接受了jaime有女友这个事实，其实也没什么要讨厌Traci的必要了，Eddie在心里想。他挽着洛蕾娜，但看见她专注于前面的那对情侣，干脆也放弃了对他的约会对象保持兴趣，转而看向旁边的那些看起来单身的女孩。

“这个夜晚不能再美好了”崔西开心的对海梅说道，海梅一边喝水一边回答

“你开心就好亲爱的，我今晚真的很高兴——”

他话还未说完一股冰锥便刺穿他，海梅觉得眼前一黑，他还没有意识到自己看到了什么，他感觉手上一僵，水瓶变成了冰块

仿佛所有的快乐都被吸走了

他听见一声分辨不了的尖叫，崔西挽着他的手臂被寒风抽走了……

“卡基达！”

『呼神护卫』

【摄魂怪】

卡基达冰冷的琥珀眼睛打量周围混乱的一切，他站起来，被撕裂的围巾掉到地上，他不紧不慢的捡起地上掉落的魔杖，毫无畏惧

也许是因为脱离了人身吧，他觉得被称作【人心】的那一部分已经淡化了，摄魂怪对他的影响并不大

黑影们围绕着这位怪异之客，像是在做一种舞蹈，溃烂腐朽的手数数伸向他，却又因惊疑重新溶回黑暗中

渐渐的，它们似乎无法分清这位是它们的猎物亦或是同类了

卡基达静立在这些可怖的生物中，毫无动作

崔西被这些突然出现的摄魂怪勾起了最糟糕的记忆，昏迷中在地上抽搐着身子小声抽泣着

“妈妈…”

海梅早该意识到，她能看见夜骐是因为在幼年目睹了母亲的死亡

至于其他人，埃德正不省人事地躺倒在他脚边，嘴里细微的声音像是是恶魔的低语。

洛蕾娜和其他巫师在中招前试着发射咒语，却因摄魂怪太多而脱力倒地，像埃德一样发出虚弱的嘘语

“卡基……”

海梅的声音回响在脑海中

卡基达终于有了动作，他跨过埃德，走向昏迷不醒的洛蕾娜

低身将魔杖轻轻扣在她的太阳穴上，从里面拉出一股银色的长丝绸状物

海少女一阵抽搐，不适的呻吟着，但卡基达冷酷地继续

摄魂怪立刻发出阵阵嘶吼，卡基达不予理会他又走向其他人……

银丝汇集在杖尖，变成一个蓝色的光球，发出闪耀的光芒

摄魂怪纷纷怪叫着冲向他

卡基达将魔杖举起，对准袭来的黑潮

【呼神护卫】

『前夜』

海梅从睡梦中睁眼，他先是看见埃德的淡红长发，再是他英俊的脸

他们已经上五年级了，成为了大孩子

再过几天就是埃德的16岁生日

“嘿，虫屁股”

他轻声说道

“准备好了吗，我们今晚就去湖对岸”

他答应过要和他离开

因为

雪夜将至

他要成年了

(未完待续)TBC……

[gaetanchiao]

超人 洗腦掰彎淫墮（上）

「超人，又發生了！」

年邁的警察局長粗聲粗氣地說，目光凝視著站在他面前的那位烏黑頭髮的超級英雄。

「這次是誰？」超人用他那低沈有力的男性嗓音問道。

「麥克迪昂，」局長咆哮道。

「這個城市的明星四分衛。就這麼消失了。前一晚去了一個叫做雷克斯盧梭的人家裡吃晚餐。然後第二天早上他們就不見了！我們詢問了盧梭先生，但在這個案件或其他案件上都沒有任何東西可以指控他。然而，每一個失蹤的男人都是在他們消失前一晚與那個人共進晚餐。」

這位身材健美、六英尺高的超級英雄搖了搖頭。又一位頂尖運動員無影無蹤地消失了。當他回想起與四分衛的上一次遭遇時，他那強壯英俊的面容上露出了堅定的神情。那是在某個慈善活動上。女性們圍繞著這位高大、強壯的年輕金髮運動員。她們被他棕色眼睛的帥氣外表和他作為真正男子漢的名聲所吸引。

事實上，這個城市的八卦者們也大肆宣揚他的這一面，也就是他在臥室裡的天賦以及使用它們的技巧。超人不敢相信像他這樣肌肉發達的人會這麼容易就被「帶走」。他用那雙鋼灰色的眼睛凝視著局長。

「我想我會去拜訪這個人。或許我的出現足以威懾他，讓他招供！」

說罷，超人飛身而去，決心要找出為什麼城市裡的頂尖運動員會接連不見。

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「我希望我能對超人更有幫助，」

中年的雷克斯盧梭輕輕地咬著舌尖說。他讓自己的藍眼睛打量著這位穿著緊身氨綸衣的英雄壯碩的肌肉。超人那身皇家綠色的制服似乎凸顯了他身上的每一塊肌肉。

「我只是和這些男人愉快地共進晚餐。之後他們就離開了。這一切的發生，我和你一樣感到震驚。」

這位有點圓胖的男人讓自己的目光在超級英雄那個緊緊包裹的部位停留了幾秒，然後他又把目光抬回到超人的臉上。

「嗯，」一個看起來不太自在的超人回答道。

這個男人身上散發著一種令人作嘔的甜味。他看起來無害，但超人無法忽視這個男人凝視中隱藏的力量。不知為何，這讓人感到不安。

事實上，這個男人對他超凡體格的明顯流連也同樣令人不安。然而，儘管他有所抗議，超人確信這個男人掌握著其他人失蹤的關鍵。這個男人身上有些邪惡的東西，超級英雄這麼想。他深深吸了一口氣。

「不過那古龍水的味道實在太濃了，」這個健碩的傢伙沈思道。

「它真的會滲透到你體內。我得弄清楚這個纖細的傢伙怎麼會牽涉其中？」他又深深吸了一口氣，然後說道：

「盧梭先生。」 「請叫我雷克斯，」那個男人說，眼睛緊盯著那個更高的男人。

「盧梭先生，」超人重複道，對那個男人語氣中的某些東西感到不悅。那是一種傲慢的語氣。從來沒有人用那種語氣跟他說話。

「我說叫我雷克斯！」那個更矮、年紀更大的男人再次重複，帶著更多的自滿。好像他期望自己的話會被服從。

「雷克斯，」超人突然聽到自己這麼說。當他看到雷克斯臉上那得意的嘲笑表情時，他在心裡默默地責備自己屈服了。

「我們需要更詳細地討論這整件事！」

「恐怕我現在有點忙。我們今晚吃晚餐的時候再聊吧。」他微笑著。

「你是想和我一起吃飯的，對吧？我能從你的眼神裡看出來。好，那就這麼定了！我到時候會聯繫你。」

「當然可以，雷克斯。」超人聽到自己這麼說。他因自己聲音中的急切語氣而臉紅。

「那麼，我們晚點見。」他一邊說，一邊飛走了。此刻，他只想遠離那個男人和他那令人作嘔的古龍水。

在飛行中，他決定下次的相遇會有所不同。

「下次我要控制對話。」他喃喃自語。

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在下方，雷克斯咧嘴一笑。他知道自己已經打出了第一擊。他原本不確定超人是否會對他的發明產生反應，但令他高興的是，那位強壯的英雄屈服了。的確，這要歸功於他在混合物中加入了一些來自超級英雄星球的輻射塵埃。也確實，屈服是輕微的。他知道還需要更多，但裂縫已經出現，可以加以利用。他打了個哈欠，伸手摸了摸自己的襠部。

「我的天，我被激起來了。」他看著自己的勃起笑了起來。

「我想我需要再射一發進我的四分衛裡！」他大搖大擺地走向一個側室。

「我真的很享受角色扮演，尤其是「擒拿四分衛」！」

他走進一個房間，凝視著床上被綁的身影。

在雷克斯面前赤裸且四肢伸展開的，是一位強壯的年輕運動員，他的魅力讓女性瘋狂。他那修長、健美的雙腿緊繃著，展示出他肌肉發達的大腿和小腿。他那雕刻般的手臂緊繃著圓潤的二頭肌，因他抓著手腕的束縛而顯得更加有力。放在他結實的腹部下的枕頭把他圓滿、豐滿的臀部抬高了。他輕微地呻吟著。他轉過頭，盯著雷克斯，發出咕嚕聲。

他那現在凌亂不羈��金色頭髮，為他那英俊的全美式臉龐增添了幾分性感。麥克用他那沈重的眼皮專注地看著那位年長、體型更為魁梧的男人。

「我真的很需要它，先生，」他設法通過球形口塞含糊地咕噥著。那金發壯漢誘惑地扭動著他的屁股。

「我真的很需要它，」他一邊收緊一邊放鬆他的臀部，為雷克斯的娛樂而重複著。

麥克抬起臀部，露出他那龐大的睪丸和令人印象深刻的勃起。然後他向下磨蹭，一聲被壓抑的、純粹渴望的嘆息從他塞滿的喉嚨中發出。

「如果你曾經耕過的那些女人現在能看到你，」

雷克斯一邊脫衣一邊帶著嘲弄的笑容說。他走到麥克身邊，摩擦著這位被綁住的足球明星的屁股。一聲低沈的慾望呻吟從這位金髮帥哥口中發出。

「放輕鬆，小子，我很快就會搞定你。」雷克斯一邊說，一邊抓起更多的古龍水直接噴到麥克的臉上。年輕的四分衛臉上露出一副滿足的傻笑。

「但首先，讓我再告訴你一些關於你自己的事。」

當雷克斯對麥克說話時，前者的思緒回到了超人的想法上。他不自覺地撫摸自己，勃起了。然後，當他滿意地認為已經充分告知麥克時，他跳上床，跨坐在他的運動員身上。

「你知道，麥克，如果你不打四分衛，我打賭緊端鋒可能是你的另一個選擇。至少在短時間內是這樣，對吧？」

他一邊笑著，一邊「又推進球進行了另一次達陣」！

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超人準時抵達「晚餐」約定地點。他發現雷克斯安排了「羅馬風格」的服務，每個人都躺在自己的古羅馬風格長沙發上。空氣中充滿了同樣的甜美古龍水香味。

「用餐方式有點不尋常，」超人帶著些許不適地說，目光凝視著他的主人。這個男人那種自鳴得意的態度讓他感到不悅。

「我偏好不尋常的，」雷克斯一邊說，一邊露出他們上次見面時那個奇怪的微笑。

「要來一杯飲料嗎？」雷克斯邊說邊在桌上的高腳杯中倒入大量液體。

「我不喝酒，」超人說得比他預期中更帶有一些激動。這個男人到底有什麼讓他如此不悅。

「哦，我堅持你得喝，」雷克斯一邊說，一邊將高腳杯推向他的客人。「我說喝就喝。如果你不喝，我會認為這是無禮的，」他銳利地說道。

超人發現自己出乎意料地不願意惹惱他的主人。他伸手拿起高腳杯。

「我真的不喝酒精飲料，即使它們對我沒有影響，」他喃喃自語，出乎意料地一飲而盡那杯黑色的泡沫飲料。

這液體給了他一種前所未有的溫暖感覺。他盯著高腳杯，發現自己想要再喝更多。

「是的，味道相當不錯，」雷克斯嘆了口氣，看著超人喝光杯中的最後殘液。

「但我相信你有事要問我，」他一邊說，一邊為超人的杯子再次斟滿。

「嗯……啊……是的，」這位健壯的超級英雄結巴著，一邊喝著更多的液體。

「這些人。消失了……而且都和你共進晚餐！」

雷克斯慢慢地坐了下來。

「是的，他們都有。讓我想想。最近有那位奧運體操全能冠軍。還有那位在八卦雜誌上以花花公子著稱的年輕棒球運動員。更不用說……嗯……是的，那位德國足球明星，以及那位贏得鐵人三項賽事的月曆模特兒消防員。他們都和我共進晚餐。但沒有什麼不妥。他們來找我諮詢。」

「諮詢？」超人困惑地問，目不轉睛地盯著他的主人。

他斜倚著，看起來坐著的雷克斯似乎在他上方盤旋。他告訴自己要站起來，但正當他這麼做時，他清楚地看到雷克斯示意超級英雄不要動。他的大腦不斷自問，為什麼他在與這個男人的交鋒中不斷讓出「有利地位」。

超人通常在他周圍的每個人和任何情況中都佔主導地位。令他驚訝的是，他發現處於防守狀態既新奇又相當迷人。當他的喉嚨變得乾燥時，他大口地喝了更多的釀造飲料。

「是的，」雷克斯繼續說。

「你會驚訝於我們所謂的強壯運動員有多需要諮詢。他們在自己的領域裡那些炫耀。他們與那麼多女人上床。實際上，我發現一個運動員表現得越是大男子主義，他內心越是渴望能自由地成為相反的一面！我打賭你也是一樣。」

「我……啊，」超人回答，不確定對話怎麼就轉到他身上了。

「我……相反？」

「是的，我知道了，」雷克斯笑著從沙發上站起來，坐在超人面前的桌子上。

現在，超級英雄的頭正對著雷克斯的胯下。他迅速抬頭，專注於雷克斯的臉。他試圖站起來，但雷克斯把手放在超人的肩膀上，推他回去。

「沒有放鬆，」

雷克斯用一種聽起來像是超人正在喝的液體一樣溫暖的語氣說。

「你看，我做了研究，」雷克斯說。

「秘密地，像你這樣的男人，必須感受到不斷為他人負責的重量。表現出你認為別人期望的樣子。那壓力一定難以承受。就像我其他的客人一樣，我敢肯定你很想讓別人來掌管一切。事實上，」

雷克斯輕聲喃喃，目光凝視著躺著的超級英雄。

」我打賭你這輩子從來沒有過一次好的性高潮。可能太害怕」不符合」你的形象了。」

超人喉嚨收緊，吞了口口水。他無法相信自己所聽到的。然而，他不得不承認，他的角色負擔是令人疲憊的。至於性，嗯，那是不可能的。他凝視著雷克斯。

」我不確定我們是怎麼開始這個話題的，」他虛弱地說。」我應該走了！」

「噓，沒事的，」雷克斯回答，伸手撥弄超人的頭髮。

雷克斯那種冒昧的親密觸碰，讓超人感到出奇的舒服。他眨了眨眼，試圖把這些念頭從腦海中清除。

「我知道你想放棄所有那些責任。從我們第一次見面的那一刻起，我就知道你暗地裡希望有人來控制，或許……甚至是控制你？那種你隱藏起來的內心渴望，只想放開你順從的一面，自由自在。坦白說，你多年來的大男子主義超級男性姿態，看起來像是一種掩飾。」

「掩飾，」超人喘著氣，強迫自己站起來。

」我想……我……不……真的……我應該……走，」他結結巴巴地說，從椅子上站起來。

「嗯，你好好想想吧，」雷克斯說，他也站了起來。

」隨時歡迎回來。只要記住，一個男人越有權力，他內心就擁有越多的順從。」

超人從房間蹣跚而出，勉強飛了起來。他到達附近的一座塔樓，並在那裡休息。他的內心是一團混亂的糾結。當他思考所發生的事情時，他利用敏銳的超視力凝視雷克斯的房間。令他震驚的是，他看到一個穿著黑色皮革、部分戴著頭套的人物走向一個赤裸的雷克斯，然後跪在他面前。

跪著的男人身材高大、體格強健，胸膛線條分明，如雕塑般精緻。他僅戴著一條鍊狀項圈和某種閃亮的金屬製護身符。超人對這位壯碩的男子在體型更矮胖的雷克斯面前謙卑地跪著的對比景象感到震驚。然而，這兩個男人之間的互動中有某種東西讓他著迷。雷克斯似乎能夠控制這位更高大、更威猛的男人。

超人回想起與雷克斯的邂逅，發現自己的喉嚨變得乾燥。他集中視線穿透兜帽，試圖辨認出那個肌肉發達、戴著兜帽的身影。讓他震驚的是，跪著的男人竟是麥克！這位四分衛低下頭，進一步表明瞭他明顯的服從。雷克斯抓住自己的陰莖，在麥克臉前揮舞。讓超人感到恐懼的是，這位四分衛張開嘴，俯身給雷克斯口交。

這位目瞪口呆的超級英雄將他的超級聽力集中在這兩個男人身上，以確定麥克是被強姦還是在脅迫下行事。

「哦，天啊，我愛吸你那強壯的雞巴，」麥克用他那柔和的德州南部口音說。

「哦，該死，這幾個小時裡我真的非常需要你的雞巴。」 「乖孩子，」雷克斯笑著說。

「是的，我知道它很好。繼續吧，做你能做的最好的吸雞巴者。不再是男子氣概的假裝。現在接受自由，成為一個強大男人的私人愛雞巴者。」

雷克斯抬頭望向牆壁。有那麼一刻，超人幾乎以為那個矮胖的老男人能看見他。

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「宮崎正弘の国際情勢解題」　

令和五年（２０２３）１２月１０日（日曜日）

　　　　通巻第８０４３号

ＥＵは「生成ＡＩ」と「汎用ＡＩ」を問わず包括規制をかける

　　　ペンタゴンはＡＩ軍事ロボット開発を急ぎ始めた

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　「生成ＡＩ」なるもの。たとえば大量のデータを持つAIが文章や画像を自動作成する。

「オープンAI」社が開発した対話型ＡＩ「チャットＧＰＴ」が魁となって製造業もソフト企業も、省力化への期待から活用が急速に広がった。

しかし巧妙な画像操作、フェイク情報の拡散や個人情報の漏えいといったリスクを伴なって、社会問題となった。たとえば大學では論文審査にチャットＧＰＴを利用した作文ではないかを嘘発見器のように探索する機械を導入した。ある新人小説賞応募では、例年の二十倍の応募があり、殆どがチャットＧＰＴ利用の人工的作文とわかって小説賞の募集を中止した。ブラジルでは条文改正案をチャットＧＰＴで作成し、議会は多数で承認するという事態に発展した。

このまま突っ走るとどうなるのか？

「オープンAI」のサム・アルトマンＣＥＯは議会証言で、「規制が必要だ」としていた。２３年５月に広島で開催された先進７カ国（Ｇ７）は、ＡＩの国際ルールを取りまとめることで合意した。ＡＩが人間を超える危機（２０４５　シンギュラリティ）が叫ばれて、多くの学者や知識人が警鐘を乱打してきた。

　１２月９日にＥＵが発表した規制案では、『汎用ＡＩ』の範囲にある政治的、宗教的、哲学的信念、性的指向、人種を推測するための顔認証システムや潜在意識を刺激するサブリミナル技術を組み入れたＡＩは認めない原則を打ち出した。

２０２６年から実施予定で、生体認証システムの使用も制限し、拉致、人身売買、性的搾取事件の被害者の的を絞った捜索や、特定の現在のテロの脅威の防止には例外が設けられる。違反者には５０億円程度の罰金か年間売り上げの７％の制裁金が課せられる。

　

　一方、米国と中国では軍事ロボットの開発が迅速に進捗している。

　高性能の軍事ロボットに関して米国は研究開発から実験段階へと歩を進めている。高性能のＡＩを搭載した自律型兵器システム（ドローン艦艇、航空機、戦車運用）の開発をめぐる論争が際立つようになった。争点のひとつは、「生成 AI」システムで使用される「大規模言語モデル」の信頼性をめぐる見解の対立である。

▼中枢の技術は半導体である。

　高度AI の活用に関して米国では国務省と国防総省は、「責任ある方法で行われる限り、人工知能は将来の兵器システムの運用に使用できるし、使用すべきである。米国は技術の進歩に関係なく、（軍事によるAIの）責任ある開発と使用を可能にするために必要な政策を導入し、技術的能力を構築する」としている。

　専門家の意見では、「生と死の決定がもはや人間によって行われるのではなく、事前にプログラムされたアルゴリズムに基づいて行われるとなれば、倫理的問題を引き起こすだろう。自律型兵器が惹起する課題と懸念が明らかに存在する。したがって法的、技術的、人道的、倫理的な観点から、また武力行使における人間の役割に規制が必要である」とする。

　ペンタゴンはAI搭載の自律兵器システムの開発と配備を進めている。多数の自律型兵器を配備し、「質」と「量」の双方で、中国の優位性を克服する準備をしなければならないと考えているからだ。

　もう一つ、というより最大の懸念がある。

　技術情報、ノウハウの漏洩である。産業スパイが高度化し最新の機密をハッカー攻撃やエンジニアへのカネと女の罠をしかけ盗用するのだ。

　米軍輸送機Ｃ１７に米国は５０００億円の開発費を投じた。中国はその機密をハッカー攻撃で盗んだ。コストは米国の一万分の一だった。中国空軍ジェット戦闘機「殲２１」は米軍機Ｆ２２の、「殲３１」はＦ３５の機密を盗んだとされる。

　またノウハウの漏洩がある。台湾から中国への渡り鳥エンジニアたちがいる。

『ウォールストリートジャーナル』が「半導体の魔術師」と名付けた梁孟松は米国大学留学後、現地のＩＴ工場で働き、ＴＳＭＣで腕を発揮した。梁がＴＳＭＣに在籍したのは１９９２年か２００９年までで、この間に身につけたノウハウをもって大陸へ渡り、ＳＭＩＣで１４ナノ半導体製造に成功したといわれる。現実にファーウェイの新型スマホ「Ｍａｔｅ６０　ＰＲＯ」にはＳＭＩＣが自製したとされる半導体が使われていた。

　安全保障上、由々しき問題として関係者が激怒した。米国は、米国籍のエンジニアが中国ではたらくことを禁止している。

　台湾は押っ取り刀で法改正に乗り出した。まずＮＳＴＣ（国家科学及技術委員会）はノウハウならびに半導体材料を含む２２の禁止リストを公表した。違反には罰金と５年以上の禁固刑が課せられる。

　ならば梁孟松を台湾は「裏切り者」として如何に裁くのか？　梁は中国に永住するつもりなのであり、台湾の司法権が及ばない。

　▼倫理、モラル、そして霊性が問題になる。

かくして倫理、モラル、そして霊性が問題になる。

　２０２３数学賞を受賞した丘成桐教授は１２月８日開催の授賞式（香港）で「ＡＩは人間の創造的精神にはなれない」と明言した。岡潔もきっと同じことを言っただろう。

　つまり「生成ＡＩ」は「霊性ＡＩ」になることはない。神の意志はそこにはない、と世界的な数学者が示唆した。

　世界の破滅を描いた三島由紀夫の『美しい星』に次の箴言的比喩があることを思い出した（新潮文庫版より）

　「冷戦と世界不安、まやかしの平和主義、すばらしい速度で愚昧ととう安への坂道を滑り落ちてゆく人々、にせものの経済的繁栄、狂おしい享楽感、世界政治の指導者たちの女のような虚栄心。。。こういうもの総ては、仕方なく手に委ねられた薔薇の花束の棘のように」

　主人公は宇宙から飛来した円盤を目撃している。

　「円盤が目に見えていたあいだの数秒間に、彼の心を充たしていた至福の感じを反芻した。それはまぎれもなく、ばらばらな世界が瞬時にして医やされて、澄明な諧和と統一感に達したと感じることのできる至福であった。天の糊が忽ちにして砕かれた断片をつなぎあわせ、世界はふたたび水晶の円球のような無疵の平和に身を休めていた。人々の心は通じ合い争いは熄み、すべてがあの瀕死の息づかいから、整ったやすらかな呼吸に戻った」

　「平和は自由と同様に、われわれ宇宙人の海から漁られた魚であって、地球へ陸揚げされると忽ち腐る。平和の地球的本質であるこの腐敗の足の速さ、これが彼らの不満の種で、彼らがしきりに願っている平和は新鮮な瞬間的な平和か、金属のように普及の恒久平和かのいずれかで、中間的なだらだらした平和は、みんな贋物くさい匂いがする」

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出門泡湯卻成了閹人

第十一章 有錢的自戀狂

今天我一如往常的在我的崗位上努力，輸入各種討厭的行程跟數據，因為等一下總裁還要審閱內容，一堆單據也太多太雜了吧，難怪沒有人擔任這個職位，不過我畢竟在前公司也是一等一的能人，怎麼可能這樣就被打敗，好不容易告一段落，便要繼續幫總裁整理一日的行程，很多行程我都必須跟總裁一起去，對我來說，光是站在他身邊，我都覺得無比噁心，只想好好的對他報仇，不過我現在還是繼續忍耐吧，每天，總裁都會在鏡子前面整理他的儀容，而且每次要花至少一個小時的時間，他才會覺得自己這樣很完美，他的辦公桌永遠都擺的整整齊齊，文具永遠按照大小順序進行排列，最誇張的是，他全身上下所有的衣服、配件等是特製的，每個都要價數十萬，最奢侈浪費的，大概就是東西只要有一點點小瑕疵，就會直接丟了，也不願意讓別人使用，對他來說，錢就跟呼吸一樣的自然。

當我剛開始的第一天，什麼都不明白，當下就被總裁要求晚上留下加班，一直到一個禮拜的時候，我才開始有多餘的時間休息，但是自己卻不怎麼疲憊，新型睪固酮的威力真的很嚇人，也因為我一直很努力，總裁決定第二個月破例替我加薪到25萬，這對於一個新人來說，已經是特例了，我不敢跟周遭的同事說，怕被針對嫉妒，總裁總是一直保持著完美的形象，哪怕是安排半小時的運動，都不允許浪費一分鐘，這樣的生活，我心裡詛咒他乾脆得心臟病算了，不過我感覺總裁對我或是對別人，好像有點不一樣，如果是對待其他部門的組長，都很常破口大罵，明明就是一點小錯誤而已，但是這件事情換成我的話，總裁雖然會覺得不悅，但也只會說下次注意點，難道他終於看到我的努力了嗎，直到今天，我依然不知道自己為什麼會被安排在總裁身邊當秘書，我明明更適合擔任保鑣部門的，還是是因為我當時面試的時候，用非常不屑的態度對他，導致他在報仇，我的天啊，我該怎麼辦，我還沒報完仇之前，可能就先被總裁弄死了，心想就覺得可怕，不行，我必須加油，直到打倒他為止。

我是天眼集團的總裁許天成，從小到大，什麼都被要求要做到完美，尤其是公司的事務，我也偶爾想脫離一下這樣的步調，父親曾經說過，如果我不能讓公司完全聽我的，那麼就沒有資格成為接班人，我一直以為我只要保持著一絲不苟，什麼事都要求完美，只要犯錯就要破口大罵，這樣他們才會臣服於我，其實我這樣也覺得好累，我也想躲起來好好休息一下，但是公司每天都有處理不完的事情，我能怎麼休息，父親總希望我趕快找個集團千金結婚生子，好讓天眼集團有後續的接班人，但是我根本不想按照父親的安排決定自己的幸福，妹妹就是一個案例，大家都是以為我是因為身邊的秘書跟妹妹偷情又不負責任會閹了他，實際上並非如此，秘書其實是父親安排去接近妹妹的，但是秘書根本不愛她，還到處跟其他人搞曖昧開房間，直到我妹妹都懷孕了才脫口說出是因為父親的安排，我氣著問他為什麼不第一時間告訴我，還要接受父親的安排，如今又不願意負責，他只是覺得在財團底下當贅婿太累了，而且他還是比較喜歡跟不同女生發生關係，言下之意就是要我妹妹墮胎，我當然不能如他所願，於是我才會夥同玉璋醫生一起閹了他，怎能輕易放過他，怎知這件事讓我變成一個愛閹割大雞雞的變態總裁，雖然我自己很喜歡這樣的稱號，不僅讓我在公司的地位更堅固，公司發展也更快速，男人少了寶貝就不會作怪，反而更認真了，集團才會發展出如此的新高點，但是萬萬沒想到，一直以來，我很享受著大家為了進來公司而決定閹割的感覺，沒想到我現在的秘書謝淵，竟然完全不齒這件事，甚至公然在面試上挫我的銳氣，我對他產生了一點興趣，甚至覺得這樣的人很有趣，我才這樣安排他在我身邊，不過我感覺得到，他現在的笑不過就是演戲，我當然知道他非常恨我，但是我相信時間久了，就會發現我的為人，閹掉他其實我也很無奈，有時候夜深人靜想起這件事情，我都覺得我把自己閹了都無法贖罪，我從來沒有那麼對一個人如此愧疚，明知道他一點也不願意，還如此殘忍的動了手，親手毀了他的人生。

我到底要怎麼做，才能找到總裁的弱點，可惡，明明已經離他如此近，他始終沒有露出任何破綻，難道他真的是完美無瑕的人嗎，正當我端了一杯剛泡好的紅茶，準備放到總裁桌上，我竟然不小心被旁邊的椅子絆倒，熱紅茶直接潑到了總裁的褲管，燙的總裁直接叫出來，我整個嚇的不知所措，結果總裁竟然只有說下次不要再犯，要我去他的休息室找一套新的西裝，他要全換掉，我立刻衝去總裁的休息室，找了一套乾淨的西裝，並且叫來清潔人員，我先請清潔人員幫忙處理辦公室，我將總裁帶到休息室，幫他把西裝脫下來，放到旁邊，當我脫了總裁褲子的時候，不敢看著他，只是繼續幫總裁脫去衣服，就連襪子也一併更換，此時總裁突然抓住我的手，我還是不敢看著總裁，眼睛一直看著地上，總裁突然說，看著我，我有這麼可怕嗎，我這個時候緩緩抬起頭看向總裁，搖了搖頭，總裁一點也不可怕，總裁質問，那你為什麼不敢看我，怕我處罰你嗎，在你們眼力，我就是一個這麼可怕的總裁嗎。我的天啊，總裁到底要怎樣啦，我都很小心謹慎的幫他了啊，我突然被總裁拽到他身上，他抱著我，我心裡想現在又不是在演霸道總裁系列，這是哪招啊，我準備掙脫開來，我好歹也有一個很棒的男友，人家才不像你毀了別人的身體，這個時候，總裁輕輕的親我的臉頰，我的天啊，這個變態來真的啊，我該怎麼辦我該怎麼辦，我突然想到，或許可以利用這一點，讓他愛上我，然後再狠狠的閹了他，這樣我才算真正報仇了，於是我不再抗拒，總裁退下他唯一的一條內褲，又開始脫我的衣服，總裁露出了他勃起22公分長的陰莖，我心裡想，又是一���跟我差不多大的陰莖，就不能有點不一樣嗎，此時總裁撫摸著我的下體，他開始一邊親一邊跟我道歉，要我可以原諒他，不過，我怎麼可能原諒，你可是毀了我的人生的罪魁禍首，他說他對我真的很抱歉，可否不要再生氣了，他願意給我任何我想要的，只要他辦得到，於是我說了，不然你把你的雞巴切下來給我，總裁說，要我切下來還你當然可以，但是目前還沒有技術可以將我的移植給你的科技，我答應你，我只要發明成功了，我一定切下來還你，我裝作很不情願的說，這是你說的喔，於是我又開始挑撥他跟景富的關係，要總裁閹了他，只要在下個月的招募上選中景富就好，總裁說，這樣我就願意原諒他嗎，我感覺自己根本變成蘇妲己這九尾妖狐了，我告訴他，這就看總裁怎麼做囉，總裁毫不猶豫的答應了，我心想我總算可以完成第一個人的報復。