#Beautiful Monkey King

[jssy96]

Imagine being Princess Belle to this Beast.

[newkatzkafe2023]

I am curious about how our beloved monkeys react to the reader wearing a peach dress

Wink Wink 😉

Ohhhhhhhhh💋💋💋 We're looking sweet😋😏 and they're looking hungry 🤤🍽

(Lmk Wukong) He was shocked and blushing as you showed him the dress you got from the mall. You had asked him what he thought of the dress as you did a little spin to show him, you looked like the tastiest peach he ever seen. Looking nice and Juicy and plump, he was actively got up and showered you with Compliments as he licked his lips at you.

(NR Wukong) He was drooling excessively, with a nosebleed as he looked at your plump body, you looked so beautiful, so adorable and so sexy. You bought the dress on clearance and tried it on after finding that it fits, then later you showed him the dress and well his brain had crashed and he was blushing and drooling. He was smiling at you and decided to compliment and seduce you as he leads you to the bedroom to get a better look at it😉

(MKR Wukong) The second he had saw you were that dress, is the second he looked like he had a brain bleed. His face was red, he was clutching his chest and trying to control his breathing. You were so hot and adorable like seriously, what business do you have being that hot and adorable looking?!?!? and you looked like a ripe tasty peach just waiting to be plucked of a tree branch. That dress better be for his eyes only because Wukong is gonna get a bite out of you one way or another🤤

(HIB Wukong) HIPS!🥵 THIGHS!🥵 HIPS!🥵THIGHS!🥵 HIPS!🥵 THIGHS!🥵 this man is buffering like he's was acting up the second you showed him wearing that dress. He was mostly looking at those juicy plump birthing hip of your and the dress you wore put way to much Emphasis on them, especially if you were feeling brave wiggled them. As you did that and model the dress he was trying to estimate how much cubs he's gonna knock you up with while wearing that dress🥵🥵😳😳

(Netflix Wukong) He Actively grabbed his jewels in despair. Everything on his person was throbbing and red as his face was. God, he felt he was a teenage boy again looking at that pink peach dress on your already dangerously sexy body. God damned it, why do you keep doing this to him, do you like torturing him or something using that rocking thick and hot body against him, teasing him knowing that he can reach you, but he does love the dress, and he would love it even more with it on the floor. It was a matter of time before he lost his non Existent control and the next thing you knew your legs were held up with his face in between them and he had you moaning and screaming while he got his fill of your peach juice.🤤🥵

(BMW Wukong).....................😵😵😵😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 You did it you had finally killed him, so many had tried and he mentally died at the claws of his ridiculously hot wife. The second Wukong saw you in that dress he to use all of his Discipline not to go into an early mating season state of mind and jump your bones. You dare to wear that dress like a big tasty peach as you would dangle yourself infront of him knowing that he was starving. Ohhhhhhhhhh he was not gonna take this lying down with his boner. He's gonna wine and dine you into his bed and never let you go.

(Destined one)......you are but a tall, thick bottle of peach juice, and he is so very thirsty🥵, of course, the Destined one at first felt ashamed for his x-rated thoughts and feelings. Then here you are innocently asking what he thinks of the dress with your own light blush, especially with how revealing the dress was. He had never felt this way before and he's probably gonna beat his own ass later for this, but right now he wants you bad, he wants to take you, squeeze you, taste you and rock the little world you live on.

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[nikaii-koi]

WUKONG REBORN MY EMO MONKEY❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Boy, i forgot his colors.. he has a charm for sure, yup yup. I can imagine him applying mascara—

The only problem this movie has is that we will never see wukong!21 with his gold armor set hisk..

[miifu666]

Naw, i had to scroll thru my gallery for weeks to remember which specific meme that Wukong confrontation reminds me of 😭😭😭😭😭😭 GODBLESS HAIKAVEH ARTIST FOR DRAWING THEM IN THIS MEME

But @lilchickie and @monkeykingdomblog2 also made their own versions which im in LOVE with 👀👀

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Wukong, clearly had enough of how Suklha kept ignoring his courtship and choosing to have flings in order to deal with her heartbreak. Decided to confront her about this, his point was reasonable. For Suklha to open herself little by little, not to indulge in the past, something he learned from master Subodhi. But in his foul mouthed habit, he accidentally called Suklha a "Yáo zi" which was the ancient term for "Whorehouse" thats used by the poor for cheap and horrible sex (essentially a low grade brothel)

Suklha, clearly offended by Wukong accidentally calling her "cheap and horrible sex partner" decides to sleep with him as a challenge. 🧎

[prisi-chsn]

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone!

[kaynanarie]

Eyes of Gold (Part 6)

(A WukongxReader story inspired by Beauty and the Beast and Lutung Kasarung.) (First) (Prev) (Next)

            With your presence now known on Fruit and Flower Mountain, you found yourself the subject of intrigue. Gossip was whispered and theories were spun like a spider’s web. In less than a day, the whole mountain was in a tizzy over the King’s human guest.

            Servants gave polite bows while observing you from the corner of their eyes. The guards were less blatant with their stares but watchful gazes seemed to linger on the stranger in their midst. All the suspicion and confusion was understandable; even you could offer no explanation for your sudden patronage.

            Rumors had spread outside the palace walls, making your tour of the village interesting to say the least. Most of the demons seemed curious, a few friendly smiles and disgruntled frowns thrown in the mix. The children openly gawked, daring each other to get closer with shoves and giggles. You shyly nodded and waved as Shihou pointed out different areas and people of importance.

            It was all quite ordinary despite being at the foot of a demon stronghold. Cubs played games with their friends. The elderly relaxed and sipped tea. Warriors trained with fists and weapons. Food was prepared, clothes were washed, neighbors visited and shared each other’s company. It reminded you of your own village, a thought that tugged at your heart and prickled your eyes.

            The more you saw of the peaceful lives on Fruit and Flower Mountain, the more your homesickness grew. By the time you were brought back to the palace, your mind was burdened with worries of your own village. Especially in the harsh winter that existed outside the mountain’s spell.

            You were startled from your thoughts by a gentle hand grasping your shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Shihou asked softly. His bright eyes searched yours, brimming with concern under tightly knitted brows.

            “It’s nothing. Just…” You pondered your next words carefully before continuing. “Do you think I would be able to speak with the King?”

            The question seemed to catch him off guard. “I mean, sure, if you wanted to. Why?”

            “I need to ask him a favor.”                                                            

            Shihou tilted his head curiously. “Is it something I can help with?”

            “Maybe, but I would rather ask him myself,” you said decisively. “I don’t want to get you in trouble if he says no or gets angry.”

            “Whatever it is, I doubt he’ll get upset.” When you refused to elaborate, he sighed. “But if you insist. He might be in his throne room if you want to check.”

            You nodded, both relieved and nervous all at once. “Thank you, Shihou.”

            The palace was slowly becoming more familiar to you. Treasures and tapestries helped you keep track of the various halls and floors. You even recognized the stairway as Shihou detoured your path down towards Water Curtain Cave. When you reached the same antechamber from before, Shihou hung back.

            “You go ahead,” he said, leaning against the wall. “I’ll be out here.”

            “But…I wasn’t…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling guilt for excluding Shihou. “I’m sorry. I promise I’m not trying to hide anything from you. Please don’t be mad?”

            Shihou shook his head with a soft smile. “I’m not mad. The King just prefers his conversations in private so I’ll wait here while you ask your favor. Besides,” his attitude shifted to something teasing and mischievous. “My peach friend will tell me eventually, right?”

            “Yeah, sure,” you chuckled at his cheeky request. “I’ll tell you depending on what answer I get.”

            “Alright. Better not waste time, then.”

            Steeling your resolve, you gave Shihou a final nod and marched through the doorway before you could change your mind.

            The empty cave was almost more ominous than when it had been full of demons. Every step you took echoed over the melodic sound of rushing water. The fading rays of the sun shimmered through the flowing waterfall, dancing flickers of light along the stone walls. You could make out the looming shape of the throne but no one sitting in it. You sighed, though from relief or disappointment, you weren’t sure.

            As you turned to leave, the quiet clearing of someone’s throat froze you in place.

            “Were you looking for something?”

            A shadow broke away from the far wall, lingering just behind the empty throne. You immediately recognized the distinct silhouette of gleaming armor and arching feathers. It was too dark to see more than the shine of his eyes but the Monkey King’s presence was overwhelming even from across the cavern.

            “I…” You tried to speak but the words vanished as your mind scrambled in surprise. Dropping into a respectful bow, you hid your face and took a moment to collect your thoughts. “Forgive my intrusion.”

            “You’re not intruding,” he dismissed casually. The authority was still there but his voice sounded softer as it filled the space between you. “I wasn’t expecting your company but it isn’t unwelcome. What can I do for you?”

            You straightened up but kept your gaze lowered to the floor, not bold enough to meet his eye. “I wanted to thank you for letting me to stay as your guest. Without your generosity, I may not have survived.”

            “It was the least I could do given your circumstances.” While his words were sympathetic, his expectant stare was heavy in the darkness. “Though, I get the feeling that’s not the only reason you’re here.”

            Being so easily deduced sent a shiver of dread down your spine. “Well, no. You see…” Fidgeting under his scrutiny, you forced your request out as steadily as you could manage. “I humbly ask permission to visit my village.”

            Monkey King stilled, shock nearly vibrating from his rigid frame. “You wish to leave?” he asked, a bitter tinge rumbling in his voice.

            “No, just for a visit!” you quickly clarified. “I want to let everyone know I’m still alive and see how things are since I’ve been away. My father was the overseeing noble and with my sister acting in his absence, I worry the village may suffer from her negligence. Especially with food being so scarce in the winter.”

            The explanation calmed his bristling but the glowing eyes continued to study you. “Didn’t they cast you out and send you to the mountain as a sacrifice?”

            “My sister is the one responsible for my banishment. She sent me here when I had nowhere else to go; everyone was too fearful of her wrath to take me in. I may not be allowed to return home but I still have friends in the village. If I can see them and know they’re well, that will be enough.”

            A deafening silence followed your plea. You waited, anxiety building the longer you went unanswered. After what seemed like an eternity of contemplation, Monkey King sighed.

            “Very well, you may go; on one condition.” He held up a single finger, the stern tone leaving no room for dispute. “You must return to the mountain by sundown.”

            “I will,” you nodded in eager agreement.

            “One more thing.” Monkey King paused, seeming to struggle with what to say next. Thoughtful hums and quiet fidgeting whispered from his shrouded form. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot, his tail a lashing shadow behind him. With a sharp nod that shook his feather crown, he came to some sort of decision. “You may take some fruit with you to share with the village. If they are in need of anything else, I will do what I can.”

            Surprise, joy, and endless gratitude all swelled in your chest at the news. Beaming and nearly on the verge of tears, you bowed again. “Thank you to much, Monkey King.”

            “Sun Wukong is fine,” he said, almost in request. “My subjects call me by name, you may as well.”

            “Thank you…Sun Wukong.” The name felt strange but pleasantly informal on your tongue. It would take some getting used to. Nevertheless, you were glad for the friendly gesture.

            “Go now; your guard will escort you to the mountain’s border when you’re ready.” In the time it took you to blink, he had melted back into the shadows. Unsure if he was still lurking or not, you gave a final bow before hurrying out of the cave.

            Back in the hallway, you felt like you could breathe again. The antechamber was cozy and less imposing, warmed by the glow of a crackling torch hung on the wall. Under it, Shihou was still waiting, arms crossed and chin tucked as he dozed. You tiptoed over to him, poking at his cheek till he blearily blinked awake.

            “Hey, how’d it go?” he yawned, playfully swatting your hand away. “What did you ask?”            

            You couldn’t contain your excitement, nearly bouncing on the spot with an overjoyed smile. “Looks like I’m picking some fruit tomorrow!” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

(It's finally here after a week of fighting dialogue! Huge thank you to everyone enjoying this so far! All of the wonderful feed back means so much to me and I appreciate it more than words can describe.)

[izuke-the-zombie]

This is a little head cannon/What if Macaque had more original powers, a little more Starry Night dreamlike powers leaning into the more nurturing kind, you know, the moon and sun kind of powers? 🌙☀️

 

Maybe in the past, he was like a therapy friend to Wukong, someone he could really be himself with, vent, and tell his secrets without being judged in the safety of his own dreams. Someone he can truly trust, and that was Macaque.

Skip to Redemption Ark for Mac

Now he's a therapy friend to the whole MK team! (Against his will) They cuddle, pet, and vent to him with their problems. He's like one of Sandy's therapy cats, just bigger and grumpier.😾💕✨ he just has this way with people I guess

Okay, this is how it starts: Macaque and Wukong's first encounter was in a dream.

Wukong would not shut up about the pretty demon in his crazy dreams, often to his sworn brothers; he talked about all the fun and crazy adventures he'd have, the long meaningful conversations and jokes, and the occasionally moving pictures of otherworldly strong magical humans with sparkly eyes and spiky hair who wield giant weapons that shoots Fire called anime, and that this had been going on for a few months now.

This annoyed and concerned them; they think it's a demon trying to take over the Monkey King's mind or trying to brainwash him somehow, so Azure Lion and the Sworn Brothers all brainstormed together to devise a plan to somehow confront this tricky dream demon. Wukong doesn't want the fun dreams to end or scare off this other celestial monkey, so he decides to talk to his friend in his dreams. Wukong casually brings up the idea that the macaque should visit Flower Fruit and meet his sworn brothers! Macaque of course hesitates, not sure of the idea of traveling to an unknown island and meeting The Monkey King's questionable choice of sworn brothers, but of course, Wukong, sad and a bit offended, but he doesn't give up.

He decides to bring upon the Ultimate Weapon, begging and whining until Macaque crumbles and gives in, which eventually does. Mac reluctantly agrees to travel over to FFM in disguise, just to be safe he tells Wukong he'll be there. Within a month, Wukong couldn't be more excited; he was like a little kid waiting for Christmas day!

So this is what kinds of powers I think he should have.

😴 the first pic is crossing over to other people's dreams and making their experience life-like he has illusion magic so this makes sense to me. Wukong and macaque would prank the Brotherhood or play tags and hide and seek in their brother's dreams. 🌸The second pic is the soothing ability to calm one's nerves if they pet or cuddle him like a therapy cat,🐈 Wukong would groom him for hours to calm his nerves. now come copes with food🍑🍔🍭

🌸🎶I saved the best one for last the cute/sad little head Cannon I have

At the end of every dream Mac visits they would end it by dancing to music Mac would bring from the future laughing and stumbling while wukong slowly wakes up, wukong has always gone to bed early But now he goes even earlier to bed. Wukong always thought he was the luckiest monkey in the world he gets to have two Adventure and one of them is with his prettiest best friend Macaque 😚✨the monkey of his dreams.

🌸 Wukong couldn't truly dream of a world without his bestest friend🥰✨

[angies-writing-blog]

The thin linen beneath your body offers little shield against the cold of the ground. It seeps through, unrestrained, causing a quiver to ripple through your muscles.

Swiftly, it is gently replaced by Wukong’s hands, gliding soothingly up your leg. His fingers trace a path of warmth, yet the sharp edge of his claws lingers—an unspoken reminder of how effortlessly he could break you.

As he leans forward, his warm breath grazes the delicate skin of your inner thigh. Pleasurable shivers dance down your spine, awakening every nerve in your body and igniting your skin with a tantalizing warmth.

Softly, his lips brush against your skin, and a quiet, involuntary moan slips from your mouth. You feel the corners of his lips curl into a grin—one that reveals his teeth, sharp and dangerous, yet restrained as they caress delicately over your flesh.

Impatiently, the tip of his tongue flicks against the chosen spot, as if he can barely contain his eagerness to taste you, hinting at what lies ahead.

Another kiss, a playful nibble, and your body responds instinctively—muscles tensing, breath faltering, as desire steadily builds within you.

Deep in your flesh, his teeth then sink, sending a flash of searing pain that, in the next breath, melds with the heat coiling low in your belly.

Your hands find his hair, fingers weaving into it, and your grip only encourages his jaw to clench more forcefully. His tongue glides over the wound, tasting your essence with a fervor that both savors and demands more.

Eventually, the pressure on your thigh subsides, but the longing he leaves in his wake burns deep within, insatiable.

Raising your eyes to meet his, you find yourself captivated by his wild, fiery gaze—flames that threaten to consume you whole.

“Mine,” he growls, before marking you as his once more.

[nounaarts]

What they spoke about after S1E9

[ningadudexx]

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Ive had enough im going to leap into the monkey cage today at the zoo and start talking about monkey king

[newkatzkafe2023]

Not sure if you did this yet, but how would the monkeys react to meeting an albino female monkey reader?

SOOO PRETTY YOU WILL BE🤩😍

(Lmk Wukong) He is starstruck and in awe of your appearance, especially you snow white Fur. He might have a few questions about your fur, but you were just so adorable and fluffy he couldn't take it. His favorite pass time is cuddling you close to him, and he would be out like a light once his face touches your fur.

(MKR Wukong) What a beautiful snowball you are, and he wants to cherish and observe you. He always finds himself petting and napping in your fur along with fruity. He also likes how you would hide on the snowy areas of the journey and would ambush him with kisses.

(NR Wukong) Your fur color kinda reminds him of his, and it's a wonderful look on you. You were the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and he wasted know time flirting with you. You would giggle and purr at him. You were such a pretty snowflake and would shower you with compliments. Not to mention you were so fluffy and adorable as he cuddles you on the couch.

(HIB Wukong) Man, he saw you from miles away with how fluffy and pale you are. Your white fur makes you stick out like a sore thumb, but if you didn't stick out, he would have noticed how pretty you actually look. Although he thought you would never freely speak with him, you came up to him. With that, you both found to have a lot more in common.

(Netflix Wukong) His mind was blown as he's never seen a monkey like you before. You were a fluffy female albino monkey, with all white Fur like a giant snowflake. He found himself making his way to you and introducing himself as the monkey king. Though you weren't all that impressed with him, you did find him funny and really enjoyed talking to him. Wukong still marvels at the rare sight that is you.

(BMW Wukong) His jaw dropped at your appearance like seriously he's been around for years, but he's never seen someone like you. Not only were you a female monkey, but a albino monkey was all white fur he couldn't stop looking at you. You were such a rare and elusive sight for him, and he wanted to know more about you for centuries to come.

(Destined one) He...for once he wasn't sure what to think of this, he's never seen a monkey like you before. You were a gorgeous female albino monkey. Such a rare sight you are. He had questions. Though you were also very friendly and social, happily chatting him up and the destined one, he found himself starting a beautiful relationship with you.

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[riuhere]

HELP

DUDE, I-

LOOK AT HIM!!! LOOK!! LOOK!!!

[journeytothewestresearch]

I've read your articles on your blog! I can't thank you enough for your extensive research, you have helped thousand of people into enlightment!

Curious though, you said on one of them that you aren't a fans of BM:W storyline. Care to elaborate why you dislike it?

Thank you for the kind words.

I have a number of problems with the story. The following is presented in no particular order:

The game continues a trend that I last noticed in the film Jiang Ziya (姜子牙, 2020): gods are the true villains. This just seems like an attempt to maintain the status quo of the CCP's institutionalized atheism (I'm an atheist by the way, just not anti-theist). Someone please correct me if you think I'm overreaching.

Wukong forsaking his Buddhahood makes no sense as his attainment of enlightenment is the culmination of his original story. The game spits in the face of his great sacrifices and efforts by making such changes. Also, Buddhahood is a state of being and not just a title that can be discarded.

Monkey's plan to remove the headband via reincarnation (or whatever you want to call it) just seems really, really convoluted.

The many changes to the original characters' established story arcs are unnecessary. For example, Red Boy "finishes" his discipleship under Guanyin and returns to being a dick. So dumb.

[prisi-chsn]

I really liked the LineArt in this particular drawing.

[kaynanarie]

Eyes of Gold (Part 1)

(A WukongxReader story inspired by Beauty and the Beast and Lutung Kasarung.) (Next)

            Even in the daytime, the Mountain of Fruit and Flowers was a daunting place to be. You huddled under one of the massive trees, no idea what to do or where to go. Tears trickled down your face as you fought the urge to scratch your itchy skin, wishing you could wake up from this nightmare.

            The feeling of eyes watching you haunted your senses and sent chills down your spine. There were too many shadows to see where the gaze came from but plenty of demons inhabited the mountain, most with a taste for vulnerable humans.

            A quiet thump startled you from your thoughts. Something rolled across the forest floor, coming to a careful stop by your feet. It took you a moment to recognize what it is; a peach, perfectly ripe with a delicate blush on its fuzzy skin. You picked it up and looked around before finding where it came from.

            Gold, glowing eyes were watching from the darkness, staying low to the ground as they approached. You nearly screamed when from the bushes emerged…

            A monkey. A normal, brown furred, curly tailed monkey. You let out a relieved laugh while the creature just stared with his peculiar golden eyes.

            “Hey, cutie,” you greeted, holding the peach up. “Is this yours?”

            When you rolled the fruit back, the monkey glanced between it and you. Picking it up, the monkey hopped closer, tossing the peach back into your lap.

            “Is it for me?” you asked teasingly. The answering nod was unexpected and set you on edge. “Well…thank you, I supposed.”

            You pulled out your knife; a tiny, dull blade no bigger than your finger. The monkey watched you warily as you cut into the peach and offered a sliced piece of the fruit. “I don’t mind sharing.”

            Snatching the snack from your fingers, the monkey nibbled on his share while you cut a slice for yourself. You’d barely taken a bite when he shuffled closer, meeting your eye with a curious tilt of its head.

            “Why were you crying?”

            You almost inhaled your peach in surprise. Hearing the monkey speak nearly sent you through a new wave of panic. Instead, you found yourself too tired and resigned to do much more than stare.

            “I…” you trailed off when tears started to gather. The monkey frowned but said nothing, waiting patiently for your answer. “I’ve been curse.”

            “How so?”

  ��         A sigh left your lips, the peach forgotten in your fidgeting hands. “It’s a long story.”

            The monkey hopped over to sit at your side, expectant and attentive. “I like stories.”

            “It’s not a happy one,” you warned.

            A small paw patted your hand in comfort. “Sharing a burden is the best way to lessen it.”

            Knowing he wasn’t planning to leave you be, you dried your eyes and began your tale.

            “My father is a noble in the village. About a month ago, he invited his friend’s son to be a guest in our house. He planned to arrange a match with my sister or I to unite the families. A few days before he arrived, though, this happened.”

            Rolling up the sleeve of your robe, you held out your forearm for the monkey to see. The skin was blotched with a red, blistery rash. Your nails scratching at the itch had left it raw and stinging, only just avoiding drawing blood.

            “When my family saw the affliction, they locked me in my room, fearing it would spread. My sister was allowed at the meeting and an engagement was quickly agreed upon.”

            “So, you ran away because of a broken heart?” the monkey guessed, no jest or mockery in his curious tone. 

            “No, I didn’t know him so marriage was not my concern,” you answered, shaking your head with a smile. “My sister’s fiancé is handsome but he is spoiled and sheltered. She already orders him about like a servant. I do not envy their union but do wish them the best.”

            “Why come to the mountain, then?”

            You sat back against the tree, the physical and emotional pain taking its toll. “Part of my sister’s promised dowry was an orchard of fruit trees near the mountain. The only problem was, they didn’t actually belong to my father. When he went to stake a claim, it angered the Monkey King. Sun Wukong himself appeared, accusing him of stealing and desecrating his mountain. My father begged for his life, offering anything in return before escaping. We barely heard the story before he had packed his things and fled, leaving my sister in charge of his estate. He’s incurred the Monkey King’s wrath and fears he will be killed for his crimes if he returns.”

            The monkey seemed surprised for the first time. “I’m sure it was a misunderstanding; easily fixed and appeased.”

            “Misunderstand or not, my father is gone and my sister took advantage of his absence,” you said, bitterness creeping into your words. “She convinced the village I was to blame. That my illness was proof of a curse that doomed our father and threatened her engagement. She was the one who sent me here, so that my death might appease the Monkey King and atone for my father’s transgressions.”

            “That’s ridiculous! You shouldn’t have to pay for the sins of your father.” The monkey climbed up to perch on your knees, shaking his head in disbelief. “Our King is not so cruel. He only wants to protect the mountain and his people.”

            “I’ve heard stories about him,” you argued. “The only reason I’m still alive is he doesn’t know I’m here.”

            “But he does know you’re here.”

            His casual reveal froze you in place, icy panic stealing your breath and quickening your heartbeat. You looked around, only seeing inconspicuous forest. “He does!?”

            The monkey nodded. “He sent me to find out your intentions. Now that I know, you’re free to stay as long as you follow his rules.”

            “But…what if he doesn’t approve?” you asked, still nervous and unconvinced. “Or what if another demon attacks me instead? Or–”

            Leaning forward, the monkey patted your cheeks in a gesture somewhere between silly and soothing. “I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you. Okay?”

            Despite the average look of the monkey, his golden eyes shown with determination and sincerity in his oath. Even such a small act of kindness was enough to put you at ease.

            “That’s very sweet of you.”

            Leaping off of your knee, he tugged at your sleeve and pointed into the forest. “Come with me. I know a place you can stay for the night. It’s not much but it’ll keep you safe.”

            You scramble to your feet, watching as the monkey scaled a nearby tree. He waited on one of the overhead branches, swinging to the next to lead you down a path only he could see.

            “Thank you,” you said, following after him. As you walked, you realized a lapse in manners that made you blush. “I don’t think you ever told me your name?”

            “Shihou!” a voice answered from the branches. The monkey suddenly appeared in front of your face, hanging by his long tail, lips curled in a cheeky smile. “You can call me Shihou.”