/jp/ - Otaku Culture

“Uuugh…” I still seem to be unable to form words coherently, “Wha—What was that…?!”

“Call it the joy of the human form.”

“That’s not what I meant!” I pause, having second thoughts about arguing with her now. But she stands, throwing her clothes on and not even allowing me the chance, “Where’re you going?” I ask, sitting up.

“Well,” she explains with levity, “After a good pillowing it’s only normal to go have a bath. And there’s a hot spring nearby that I think’d really hit the spot. But it’s up to you.”

“I’m tiiiired~!” I grumble, wallowing in some of the unwanted aftereffects of the exertion. I find myself coming out of a daze unlike any other, and though I don’t necessarily dislike what I had done. I am having difficulty understanding the sensations I felt and am still feeling, however. The one sensation on my mind most troubling is of course the re-emerging hunger. Any meal I ate prior to this feels as if it went to waste. Ahh, eating an entire city of humans now wouldn’t even begin to fill my stomach.

“Well you can stay here if you’d like, but you’ll stink tomorrow and nobody will want to be around you. Come on, let’s go.”

“You forget I can smell you!” she taunts me yet again, but still I remain calm.

“Not only do you make Satori cry…” she yells as she fires relentlessly, “You dare to pose as my friend?!”

Her words give off a certain ‘I’ll never forgive you, I’ll kill you’ feeling, though the weight they carry falls short on me as I’m a little short on sympathy at the moment. She truly doesn’t understand anything about me, does she?

“Over here!” I yell, my voice being projected in a direction that even has me stumped. I never was good at vocal projection, though it serves as a good distraction. The blistering heat subsides as she moves to attack elsewhere, giving me time to recover and plan my next move.

I decide on a simple approach. Far simpler than I would like, but the attack will serve as a test. I have no doubt in my mind that a youkai like Satori would react in a very human manner when stripped naked, but what of her subordinates?

As Okuu fires in a direction away from me, I creep out of her line of sight and sneak up behind her. It’s far simpler than I’d have thought it would be, as she seems to be simply blindly attacking any which way she suspects me to be.

“Boo!” I whisper, grabbing at her shirt and giving it a good hard yank. The fabric comes apart like wet paper as she turns to attack. Shame she doesn’t seem the least bit surprised.