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I can't feel my legs, and my stomach feels the fullest it has ever been… But at least my mind is cleared from the heat—took only three hours, a lot of Eientei meds, and unfathomable amounts of sex. I groan, beet-red, carrying Anon in my arms like a bride—I don't doubt he had orgies with many more women before, but one tengu in heat is equivalent to twenty women, human and youkai! No wonder we are the best race—and, although my cloudy mind wasn't merciful when it came to coitus, at least I can find pride in not having harmed him beyond the usual love bite and scratch marks—

Ouch… My legs almost fail as I carry him inside, and I groan again, leaving him on the futon to go take a bath before leaving—I still have one hour left in my package, so it wouldn't hurt to waste it here, so he can properly rest, right? Sometimes he's just so tired… I look at his sleeping face—a bit red when glancing down to his dick, but I easily get my act together—and smile, "Thanks for your help!" I whisper, kissing his cheek and covering him with the blanket.

Now, to take a bath… And find some clothes for me.
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I've been inside for four hours, but when I leave, only one has passed. Always freaky.

The moment I pass by the door, the manager is there—she scans me up and down, raising an eyebrow with the lack of Hakurei Miko uniform, rather one of Anon's juban, hardly making its job as clothing and covering my precious parts; "Feeling better, I see." I nod, even though it wasn't a question—the yamawaro smiles, and that can only mean terrible stuff. "When you use him again, try not to trigger all violence alarms inside the control room, please? We almost got in with horse tranquilizers if it wasn't for Anon sending a purple signal."

My blush deepens, ears and tail dropping. The way we keep track of activity inside is both with sensors and a magic stone Anon carries. If the sensor picks up 'violence' and Anon doesn't send a purple signal—"All okay, customer likes it rough"—we go and do our jobs. Just thinking about the embarrassment if Anon hadn't been fast enough and sent the signal, gee…

"Sorry…" I say, but something catches my attention. "Use him again? I don't intend to go in for sex again."

"That's what everyone says." Probably feeling like she had wasted enough of her time, the manager turns. "Also, don't forget to pay me back within a week—I'm charging compound interest." And the yamawaro leaves, likely to go boss someone around or whatever her race likes to do.

Though… what the hell is a compound interest?
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A week passes. I'm inside the fake shrine again, wearing another Miko uniform… Someday, I'll kill that yamawaro.

Anon awaits by the donation box again, smiling smugly—two fuming teacups on a tray by his side and the smoldering smell of stew in the air. "Your heat went by fast." I walk up to him, beet-red face and bopping tail contradicting my tension.

"It was a mistake—and, well… sorry for my conduct!" I stop in front of him and bow deeply, his eyes bulging. "It was unbecoming of me, a tengu warrior, to lose my composure like that! I demanded too much of you and might've seriously harmed you if I wasn't—"

He's laughing. I raise my wide eyes, staring at the cackling man. It takes almost five whole seconds before he manages to say, "Why are you so serious about this? It's not like you were in your right mind—taking from what Yamashiro-san told me, you got 'drugged', right?" There was an… understanding in those last words, and his smile grew when I nodded. "Don't worry about that. I'm glad I could help—here." He offers me one of the teacups, tapping on the blanket he's sat on.

Red, I take the tea and sit by him, watching the torii gate together and enjoying the cool breeze. The tea, nicely done, drives away the cold…

"… But damn, ripping all my clothes and having wild sex for three hours in the forest? That was excitingly new." He jokes, and my embarrassment rises like a rocket.

"I already said it was a mista—" He's laughing again, and I freeze when one of his hands taps on the top of my head.

"I'm joking, I'm joking! Sorry for that, dear—"

"Not ‘dear’, please—not after the forest sex…" I groan, drinking more of the tea, and Anon is still laughing, his head-patting an even greater way to kill the cold weather. "… I just hope this never gets known. It wasn't my most prideful moment—it'd be dishonoring to Tenma-sama's honor."

"Yeah, you're a tengu warrior—do you have stories to tell?" My ears stand straight up, and my tail wags fervently, a smile taking over.

"Ah, the many stories I have about my feats~" I drank the rest of the tea, and Anon promptly refilled my cup, a shine in his eyes. "Where to begin from… Ah, I know—"

The next few hours are nice conversation and food, a much nicer time now that my senses are not clouded by the hormones of six weeks of mating cycle.

… Though, I can't shake this weird, looming feeling that I've messed up big time.

Just hope this never leaves these walls.