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The last thing Aya remembered was knocking on Anon’s door before a splash of cold water woke her. Ice was nestled within the exposed skin of her lap and chest, pulling the tengu’ mind away from her instincts. Apparently, she made it to Anon’s table and was sitting quite close to him. A faint hum came from above, giving away Dolly’s location and the large, empty jug she was holding.

“Dolly! That’s no way to treat a guest! Aya’s acting a little funny right now, but there’s still no reason to-”

Understanding the situation, the reporter cut him off. “No, that was very, very good Dolly, good job! While I’m here, I want you to make sure I stop acting weird. Poke me, ram me, shoot me; Anytime I start acting strange, don’t hold back, got it?” Satisfied that somebody praised her for her brave actions, Dolly saluted the scantily-dressed crow and retrieved one of Anon’s sewing needles. The doll began her vigil, prepared to tame the wild Aya at a moment’s notice.

At the tengu’s request, Anon retrieved a spare towel for Aya to dry off with. “You’ve probably already noticed… I didn’t take a pill. The whole supply expired today.”

The human shuffled in his seat, preparing to comfort Aya before realizing how counterproductive the effort would be. “I see. So, if you’re here today, what does exactly does that mean?” Aya could see his mind racing. For every mundane reason he could imagine there were probably a thousand lewd and lascivious ones as well.

“Hmph, you really don’t trust me after all this time? Alright, how about this: I’m going to ask you one simple question. All you have to do is say ‘no’, got it?” The man shook his head in affirmation.

“Will you have sex with me?”

“No?”

Tears began to well in the tengu’s eyes. “But why? I mean, sublime! Now, because I promised that I’d never do anything without your consent, I can’t rape you again tonight!” As much as it broke her heart to hear those words, she knew she needed Anon to put up some sort of resistance to prevent her rampage.

“Well, I’m not trying to nitpick, but rape is non-consensual. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but—“

“But nothing! Rape is for tengu! Right now I’m your powerless, normal, non-youkai human wife that can’t overpower you and couldn’t resist if you tried to ravage—YAAAAH!” Looking left and right, Dolly was nowhere to be found. Rather, she was underneath the table with a small mallet that had made contact with Aya’s toes seconds ago. The tengu squeaked out a response. “Good job. Now, who’s hungry?”

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Anon had didn’t mind cooking with Aya. It was a nice change from the ladies who would quickly eat their food and paw at him before digging into the real ‘meal’ at night. However, today’s prep filled the kitchen with far more sexual tension than he ever felt in that space. Even when Suika got particularly frisky during one session and started going down on him while he was chopping leeks, there was an outlet for her lust. Every time Aya banged a pot or dropped a spoon he could feel the air pressurize. The human wondered if this is what it felt like inside of a bomb.

He pondered a sick, familiar joke: His fake marriages paralleled his real one. One wrong move and he’d have hell to pay. The difference was instead of a gohei slamming against his face, he’d have a woman’s hips slamming against his crotch. There were a few key differences, but the fact that things were ‘normal’ with Aya for so long only to unravel at the last minute was disappointing. The cyclical nature of flare-ups followed by self-restraint was almost comical.

Behind him, his sous-chef called his attention. “Hey, could you pass me that? This needs more salt.” As Anon held out the container, the tengu’s fingers touched his and lingered. A chill ran up his spine. Part of his mind told him not to look—it would tempt her further. Yet, he had to know if this was the trigger that would set off Aya’s lust. Still touching hands, the human turned around to face his future.

She was breathing heavily. Every bit of her skin was flush with obvious arousal. The only part of her that didn’t glow pink were her eyes, focused on his. Her pupils were practically hearts. They were gazing at him like prey, a piece of meat to be ripped apart and devoured. With every breath, they trembled a little, keeping focus on his own. Soon, they began to shine as tears welled up and her whole body began shaking, the tengu tightly gripping the shaker. Noticing these new clues, Anon finally saw something else in her eyes.

She was afraid too.

Closing the distance, Anon wrapped his arms around the tengu, letting her nuzzle her head against his chest and get his juban wet. She squirmed a little before settling down, basking in his embrace.

“Let’s skip cooking for today. I have some leftovers in the fridge.”

(Part 63)