/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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"You know there is not a stream close enough to my house that I care to walk to it each day to bathe. So the only way I wash myself is from collected rainwater. And it hasn't rained in several days."
She now stood directly over me face, barefoot in the dirt.
"And I spend all day long in those boots tending to my beloved gardens, in the hot gensokyo summer sun. It's hard work you know!"
She lifted up her foot and grinded it into my face. At first all I could feel was the physical discomfort and the dirt rubbing into my mouth, but then the smell hit me. Her feet smelled like sour sweat which had been stewing in her boots the entire day. I gagged. She then sat down straight onto my chest. Her crotch was right in my face. Was she...wet? Or was it sweat? I her panties had clearly become damp with something. From this distance her light brown pubes and part of her of pussy were directly visible. And the smell. It really did smell like she hadn't bathed in several days. My girlfriend, she had a strong smell down there, but this yokai. Even her normal scent was clearly quite strong. I guess it makes sense for a flower yokai to give off strong pheromones. I had tears in my eyes, and I could hardly breathe. She seized me but the hair and looked straight into my eyes. Her face which before had been vengeful was now sad.
"Everyday I tend to this garden. I love all flowers. So I toil year round for their sake...I love them like they are my own children. And you, YOU come in here and think you can you just cut them up and trample them over..."
She let let her head fall and her forehead hit mine. She made what sounded like a few small sobs. My eyes were closed, in fear of this psychotic yokai, but I felt a tear drop fall onto my face, then another.
"You really are...the worst kind of human."
She released my head and stood up again. After that she really worked me over. It felt as if no part of my body was spared from her strong yokai feet. Throughout this time I was lectured on gardening, the hard work she does, and various types of flowers. Eventually, I lost consciousness.

I awoke in a small cottage covered in bandages. The yokai sat across from me.
"You. You're finally awake. Maybe I went to far, I thought I had killed you."
My entire body hurt. She sipped her tea calmly and continued.
"I tended to your wounds. I could have made a pain killing drug from a certain flower, but I didn't do that for you. Don't get me wrong, I haven't forgiven you. But if I had killed you then I wouldn't be any different from you, who killed my precious flowers senselessly."
I was barely comprehending all this.
"So I figured that I would spare you. And in recompense for you crimes, I would employ you as a gardener here and teach you apothecary so that you can understand the value of flowers and appreciate the hard work that goes into cultivating them."
haaaah? She was beaming as she explained this, but part of me wished she had just killed me. Clearly this woman was really insane and without humanity...well, she IS a feared yokai.
"And so I have arranged to have you transported back home to recover. But in one week I expect you back here~"
Her voice even seemed to take on a sing-song quality...
"And if you are thinking of running away or hiding, just remember that I can just come to the human village or anywhere else in gensokyo and get you~"
She smiled at me, but her eyes had the same thinly veiled murderous look as before.
"Is this fine with you?"
Well, it's clear that I don't have a choice... but if it spares me further torment...I nodded to her. This time she gave me what appeared to be a genuine smile of affection and happiness.
"Oh and I haven't even introduced myself. Kazami Yuuka, Flower Master of the Four Seasons, at your service!"