You feel cravings bubbling up from inside. Your back stretches with a satisfying crack before reclining back into the chair. You grab a nearby mug and take a sip while gazing back at the laptop’s screen, another hour of work and you can call it a day. One look outside the window and the afternoon sky's still blue. Such is the joy of working freelance within the comfort of your home. Mentally re-checking your schedule, there’s nothing coming up so the rest of the day is free. With everything cleared, it’s the perfect time to get a little treat for yourself.
After typing an address into the search bar with trained fingers, a familiar homepage greets you. Since picking up an advertisement flier for a website offering so-called “delivery health”, you have grown all too accustomed to using the service every now and then to relieve your needs. Finishing navigating through the webpage and inputting the necessary information, you arrive at the most important step: choosing a girl.
You scroll through the selection of pretty girls that you have seen more than a dozen times already, contemplating your options. Maybe you should go with Marine again, that woman has endless energy in bed but you’re not planning to do it for long today. Or you could opt for Noel, her bosoms are, by all means, humongous. A paizuri from her is heavenly.
In the middle of your little conundrum, your eyes catch some out-of-place white and red. Rolling back a few notches on the wheel of the mouse, you focus your attention on what must be a new addition to their roster.
“Wait a tic! Are those…” You blurt out loud and do a double take upon having a glimpse of the picture of the new girl. When you rationalize what you’re seeing, disbelief fades but curiosity starts taking over.
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You pace around inside your home as the white sky outside the window begins to take on a slightly orange tint. You received the confirmation call from the company a while ago but she is running quite late. Suddenly, startlingly loud banging from the front door reaches your ears. You hurriedly head for the entrance and undo the lock.
Opening the door, your eyes land on the petite figure of your call girl. Her long hair is an ashen white that fades into a light scarlet and flows behind her back. Two buns are tied on both sides of her head, each adorning a bell. She dons a black and crimson kimono accented with intricate gold and ruffled sleeves. Her eyes are of a vibrant hue of red. And most particular of all, a pair of long horns sprout from her forehead while an oni mask rests atop her head. The oni girl gazes at you a moment longer before she puts her palm forward, striking a pose.
“Greeting human! T’is I, Ayame Nakiri, here at your request.” She proclaims with boldness. You scan her up and down while she stares at you. Silence hangs in the air as her confident countenance slowly falters into a nervous smile.
“Wow! You really are an oni. A cute one at that. That outfit looks high quality too.” You say, barely not breaking into laughter. “Damn, they got a roleplayer now.”
“Really? Eh uh…Thank you!” She averts her gaze away from you for a split second before her confidence returns once more.
“Oh sorry.” You mutter, realizing you should have played along. “Ahem! Forgive my insolence, Ayame. It is a pleasure to have you here.” You humor her with a mock-serious tone.
“Very well. Let’s get on with business. Lead the way, human” She takes a step inside while you hold the door open for her.
You guide the kimono-clad girl through the house as she looks around the moderately decorated interior. You turn your head back and notice she has taken a very keen interest in your fish tank. You laugh as she bumps into you while her eyes are still locked onto the fishes swimming lazily in their glass prison.
“What’s wrong? Has this oni never seen an aquarium before?” You ask while chuckling at her intrigue at your pets.
“Yeah yeah. It’s the first time I've seen such a thing. Everything is so strange to me” She giggles. Her giggles are cute. You can’t help but crack a smile as you feel strange glee fill your body.
You finally arrive at your bedroom with Ayame in tow. You look back at her expectantly as she seems to be psyching herself up. She steps up right to your face and stands on her heels, her mouth meeting your own. You loop two arms around her and lean down into her wet and soft kiss. Your tongue slides out and tangles with hers, tasting her sweet saliva. Your fingers run down her back and rustle her hair. Very much to your surprise, you discover that these silver strands are not of a wig but are her actual hair.
Your hands travel downward and land on her incredibly plump ass. She shudders at your touch and moans into your mouth when you give those buttocks a firm squeeze.
Meanwhile, her small hands have already unzipped and pulled down your pants, her delicate digits tracing along your hardening member. Pulling her head back, she breaks the kiss and looks straight into your eyes with her panting mouth curving into a smile and saliva trailing from your lips.
You take a few steps backward and seat yourself on the edge of the bed. Ayame gets down on her knees before you and stares at your erection as a blush crept up on her face. She grabs ahold of your length and gives a few strokes as her tongue runs circles on the head. Then she tucks a lock of hair away from her face and takes your shaft in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around your tip, licking up all your pre-cum. She peers up at you with two mirthful ruby orbs before going deeper. The erotic slurping sounds she is making add onto each wave of pleasure you’re feeling as her head bobs up and down.
“I’m cumming” you announce as you resist the urge to grab her two horns. You finish inside her mouth, your throbbing cock unloads a batch of hot semen on her tongue. She slowly rear her head back and opens her lips , showing you the white pool of cum that sits inside.
And with a gulp, she sticks her tongue out to prove that she has indeed swallowed before a smirk forms on her face. “Did that feel good, human?” She asks teasingly.
“Yeah, you’re pretty good.” You answer with ecstasy still in your voice as Ayame rises from her kneeling. She pulls down the part of her kimono that covers her chest, treating you to the sight of her bare breasts and rosy nipples .You slide further into the bed, lifting your weight with only your elbows. She pulls her panties aside, her mound is dripping wet. She gets on the bed and straddles you, her bottom hovers above your groin.
Just as she aligns her backdoor with your tip, you hear a loud growling noise, the source is evidently the stomach of the girl that was about to take you in her ass. The hot atmosphere immediately goes out the window as awkward silence washes over the two of you. You stare at Ayame. She stares at you. Somehow her already flushed face has deepened to a tomato red that rivals her pupils. She is frozen solid like a statue while her mouth and eyes tremble.
“Uh…um…y-you’re okay, Ayame? That was…loud.” You ask out of genuine concern as any arousal leaves your body.
“I…I…I…I…” Her mouth flaps like a fish out of water before she begrudgingly answers while looking away. “I’m so…hungry. I haven’t eaten anything today. Well except for…”
“Okay okay” You swiftly cut her off before stiffly asking. “So…Uh, would you like to have dinner here?”
The horned girl snaps her head toward you, blurting something along a “Wha?”. You reach for your phone inside your pocket and switch on the digital screen, checking the time. There’s still quite a lot of time left for your allotted session with Ayame. And although it’s still early, it isn’t terribly soon for dinner.
“Just wait a little bit. I’m gonna make something for you” Your decision to feed this oni is now set in stone.
“Wait wait! You don’t have to do this. I’m perfectly fine…” She babbles while waving her hands profusely around. But another desperate rumble sounds from her belly, effectively shutting her up.
“Nonsense! I am not leaving a girl practically starving right inside my house.” You object to her protest with a commanding tone. After some more back and forth, she eventually and reluctantly agrees to your offer.
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After a while of shuffling around in your kitchen, you managed to cook up two plates of omurice. With a steaming dish in each hand, you head over to your dining table where an oni is now sitting. She is seemingly unable to keep still or look at you. You set one plate in front of her and take the opposite seat. She fidgets with her hair as she eyes the food for a good while. After mustering up all her courage, she finally scoops a spoonful and takes a bite. Instantly, her face brightens up and she starts wolfing down the omurice. Guess she really was starving.
“This is the best thing I have tasted in weeks” She squeals in joy. “So much better than bean sprouts and cup noodles.”
“Hey Ayame, I don’t mean to pry but…” You suck in air through your teeth. “...are you doing well, like financially?”. She pauses and gazes at you, her expression sours considerably.
“...No. I’m barely scraping by doing…this and people don’t pick me often. The only thing I can do right is swinging swords and I keep getting fired for breaking things at any other jobs.” She says solemnly. She suddenly growls in frustration and ruffles her head of hair. “Mooo! Why am I complaining to a customer?”
She gets up from her chair and makes a deep bow. “I will be taking my leave if you don’t mind. I appreciated the food.”
Your guts twists into a knot while you watch the white-hair girl heads out. Just as she is about to disappear into the hall, you call out Ayame’s name which successfully catches her attention.
“If you’re free tomorrow, can I request you again?”...
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Having just finished preparation, you peer outside to see the blackness of the evening sky. This will be the fifth time you have requested Ayame so far. A doorbell chimes through the hall as you walk with hastened steps toward its origin. After the lock clicks and the door swings open, your eyes meet two familiar scarlet orbs.
Standing on the other side of the door is your favorite oni, now adorning an outfit akin to that of a shrine maiden. Her new attire features giant sleeves and thigh-high stockings with the same white-red gradient as her hair, an elaborate bow right in front of her stomach. Two braided loops of hair accompany either side of her head.
“When I say “wear something different”, I certainly didn't expect this” You say in fascination while feasting your eyes on Ayame's sacred clothing.
“Haha. Well it's one of my best outfits and I’ve been wanting to wear it again.” She chuckled lightly.
“It looks amazing on you. Anyway, so how has work been going?” You get some small talks going as she heads inside.
“Everything’s going well, I suppose. I’ve been getting more calls lately. The customers weren’t too bad.” Her comment slightly prickles at your heart but you decide to ignore it for now as you walk beside her through the hall. “ But would you believe it, a guy grabbed my horns without my permission. How rude!”
When you both arrive at the dining area, her eyes instantly sparkle when they land on the assortment of traditional Japanese dishes lining the table that you spent the last few hours preparing. Beside the array of food is a bottle of expensive sake and two drinking bowls. Your wallet may hurt but it’s not everyday you get to share a meal with an oni.
“Just have to keep with the theme, you know.” You crack up as the both of you take a seat. After retrieving the bottle, you unscrew the cap and pour a bowlful for Ayame. “Since this mighty oni always seems to have stories, mind telling some more?”
The dinner date goes by as Ayame recounts her time fighting in wars and clashing swords with samurais over drinks and with a lot of laughter. Those damn giggles of hers keeps making you giddy all over, you swear you aren’t getting addicted. The alcohol is also getting to you but she continues downing bowls after bowls like they’re plain water.
“After some time though, I got tired of fighting constantly so I decided to reside in a mountain.” She says after swallowing a mouthful of food. “There was a village at the foot of the mountain so in exchange for food, I protected them from any attacker.”
“Oh, is this where you got the miko clothes? You didn’t steal it, did you?” You succeed in getting an angry but absolutely adorable reaction out of her.
“Hey, I just passed by a shrine multiple times and got curious once. I approached the mikos and they let me try on their outfit.” She finishes her drink in one fell swoop and lifts the empty bowl forward. “A pink-haired one challenged me to see who was better at doing a ceremony. You should have seen her face when I beat her “ she laughs heartily
“Hahaha, what even brings you here anyway?” You can’t help but ask as you refill her bowl.
“I guess the world got peaceful while more and more villagers left for the city. I didn’t want to be a burden for the people remaining in the village so I decided to pack up.” She brings the bowl to her lips for a long sip of sake while reminiscing. “Though they didn’t let me go without one final tribute.”
“I almost got into trouble in the city but this kind wolf lady somehow sought me out. She helped me get an apartment and spent like a week teaching me how to use a phone. She still visits to check up on me every so often.” She rambles on.
The meal winds down as the table grows emptier, the evening’s getting late too. Ayame, now finally showing signs of being drunk, all of a sudden asks. “Why do you keep requesting me? Ain’t it a waste to not have someone else? I’m not that great.”
“What? No! You’re beautiful and fun to hang around.” You state matter-of-factly despite your stupor. In turn, she pouts…Oh lord, she’s actually pouting. She gets up and waltzes up to your seat.
“Then at least let me service you so I can make things up to you. We have only done it like twice.” she demands with a determined look in her eyes. Being too drunk to put up any counter, you have no choice to oblige.
Ayame guides a very wobbly you to your bedroom. As you take a seat on the bed’s edge with your pants down, the oni girl takes off her underwear and sits on your lap.
Her divine naked butt grinds against your rapidly growing hard-on. She spits into her hands and rubs them against your dick and her own anus as makeshift lubricant. Then She stands up, her asshole lined up with your tip. After some resistance, she descends down to the base of your cock. All you feel is the utter tightness of her rectum as your rod stretches it wide.
Her hips begin to rise before slamming down onto you again, your shaft pokes deeper into her guts. You feel ecstasy courses through your body as she picks up her pace. The sound of her bum smacking against your crouch fills the room along her soft moans.
An idea crosses your mind. Your hands reach around Ayame, one digs through the opening in her dress’s armpit and lands on her boob while the other goes under her skirt and finds her soaked front entrance. She yelps in surprise of your sudden assault and jolts when you trace circles on her nipple and clit. You lean in close and give her ear a lick, causing a shiver to run down her body. Two of your fingers enter her wet slit with ease and start caressing her walls.
She tilts to the side, her arms loop around your neck and pull you in for a kiss. You savor how she tastes of lingering sake. All the while, her bouncing on your cock grows faster and faster. You feel your ejaculation rising and ramp up the speed you’re pleasuring her.
You hear Ayame screaming “I’m cumming” and after a few more plunges, you both climax. Ropes of cum are pumped straight into her intestines as her fluid sprays onto your hand. Her insides clench up, crushing your digits and squeeze the loving hell out of your pulsating member.
When your orgasms end, the two of you drop to the bed sheet, heaving for breaths. You both reposition to find a pillow and lay beside each other. You take her into a tight hug while she continuously pecks you on the cheek. Soon enough, you drift into the realm of dream with Ayame in your embrace.
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You’re currently working on your laptop with a very adorable oni sitting on your lap. This should be like the tenth or so time Ayame has been over already, you stopped counting a while ago. She is wearing the white and black frilled dress you bought for her on one of the numerous dates. Your hands move to scratch the top of her head which is now highlighted by a ruffled hairband and black ribbons. She relaxed into your touch while giggling gleefully. You relish the dose of sweetness that radiates from this cute girl.
You notice that the duration you have paid for her is drawing to an end. Switching off to another tab, you type in her company’s website and begin to book several sessions in the upcoming week. But while doing so, you feel her constantly squirming in your lap, clearly embarrassed. You breathe out a sigh and ask her what’s wrong.
“If you keep doing this, I’ll feel like I’m leeching off you. I’ve got another job too.” She looks up at you, pouty. .
“Yeah yeah. an oni’s honor. But I enjoy your presence, Ayame. I just want to have you around all the time.” You answer half-heartedly, knowing where this conversation is heading. It’s been obvious for a while now but ain’t no way you’re breaking first.
“There’s a better way of doing that, you know.” She beat your chest with a fist which hurts a lot more than it looks.
“What is it? C’mon say it.” You cheekily press her further, having gotten tired of the waiting game.
She grumbles something while her face grows a shade of rose. At last, she says in a hushed voice. “Go out with me for real. Please be my lover. I promise I’ll treasure my time with you.”
“Now that’s what I wanted to hear. Promise?” You gaze down at her bashful expression.
“Promise!”