Ever see a horny ghost? It's quite the sight. Technically it's not really something they're supposed to be able to feel at all because, you know, there's not really much of a point to a ghost feeling horny in the first place. What sort of satisfaction could they ever attain when they lacked all of the basic biological equipment? Still. This was indeed a horny, horny ghost. Normally she would manifest wearing a set of robes, but right now she was naked. Drifting through the air while lying on her side, hand resting where her hip ought to be.
"I have to save Yokoshima," she said to herself. "I have to save him from the corruptive influence. I have to save him by having sex with him. I have to - Oh!"
Well, maybe she shouldn't have been so surprised. Of course Mikami would've figured it out first. She was so smart. And pretty. And sexy. And gorgeous. And banging the corruption right out of Yokoshima's body with the professional level of enthusiasm of a first-rate ghost sweeper.
"Deep!" Mikami whimpered. Her legs were locked behind his back. "Deeper! Deepest! Ah, so big! So much of it, why is there so much of it?"
Okinu ran a tongue along her ethereal lips while watching the two, and frowned. Maybe she was being a little quick to assume? Maybe the situation wasn't what she thought it was at first. If Mikami were sexorcising (ooh, she liked that) Yokoshima, wouldn't she be the one on top maintaining control over the situation? Instead it seemed as though he was dominating the proceedings. His hands freely roaming over her astonishing body, drifting over her fit belly, up her sides, around her back, pulling her closer to him...
Ah! He must be trying to spread whatever was wrong with him into Mikami! That explained it. Actually it explained everything! What should she do? What should she do? She couldn't leave them like this, not when she loved them both so, so much.
"I love it!" Mikami yelled. "More! If you stop now I'll break your back! Don't stop for anything!"
"Mikami..." Okinu whimpered. The ghost slapped her cheeks, pumped herself up and balled her fists in sheer determination. Of course, she had forgotten that she had fully intended to screw the corruption out of Yokoshima personally not a minute previously, but when reality is being altered around you it is a little bit tricky to maintain intellectual consistency. "I'll save you! I'll save both of you!"
With a mighty (well, more like adorable but let's not hold that against her) "Banzai!" she dove through the wall. Then right through the copulating couple. Ah! No effect? But she'd been able to touch her own body earlier on, so why couldn't she -
"Okinu?" Yokoshima said. His hips kept moving. "Oh, there you are. I was starting to wonder where you had gotten to."
Okinu blinked, not quite sure what to expect of that reaction. By the time she'd finished doing that, Mikami was fully dressed, standing at full height, and fighting back a very obvious blush.
"Y-yes, that's right!" Mikami said. "You were taking so long that I had to cast an illusion spell to try to make Yokoshima talk." The experienced ghost sweeper twiddled her thumbs in an act of innocence. "I have no idea what he might have seen or experienced, but it did seem to get him talking at least."
"Huh?" he gasped. "You mean we weren't -"
"Weren't whaaaaaaaat?!" Mikami asked. You know, Okinu had heard that Mikami was a demon in a former life. She'd never have believed it, not really, but the expression on her face just now made her believe it almost against her own will. It felt like if Yokoshima didn't choose his words very carefully, he'd be dead inside of a minute. "I'm terribly interested about what you thought we were doing. Inside of that illusion spell. You were making such interesting noises."
"N-Nothing!" Yokoshima insisted, waving around his hands. "You were just, ah, t-torturing me a little with a length of rope and some clothespins, that's all!"
"Glad to hear it!" Mikami happily said. She placed her hands on either side of his head."Okinu, please return to your body and put some clothes on. Yokoshima, you had better not look at her right now. I can't possibly be responsible for what might happen if you were to do something like lusting after a helpless, naked ghost."
"Naked?" Okinu asked, then looked down. "Eep! Where did my robe go! Waah!"
And so she dashed from the room back towards her own (still naked) body. How embarrassing! Although it was a little strange. She could have sworn that Yokoshima and Mikami were - Ooh, she shuddered a little. That illusion spell must have been a vivid one! Although it was strange Mikami couldn't see it as well. With a weary, weary sigh Okinu concluded that all she could do was put her uniform back on and rejoin the pair so they could maybe discuss whatever was going on.
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What the actual hell was going on?
Evil works best in an industrial, organised form. Otherwise it gets in the way of itself. It's bad enough having to deal with the forces of good without also having to worry about Gary, that prick that wants a little more power and has a knife behind his back that he'd like to introduce to yours.
Instead? Best thing to do is have that structure to it. Make it clear to everyone that it's in their best interests to get along, because in the long run they'll all get what they want if they all stick together. Don't punish minions with obliteration just because they failed once. Put the fear of evil into them for their failure, punish them according to the level of their failure, then give them an easier job with less weight on the "risk/reward" scale. Help boost their confidence again. Then, just to make sure, look into why they failed and try to keep it from happening again.
The alternative? You lose valuable information. You lose a pair of hands. You can't properly prepare for anything in the future. You're more likely to see a mutiny or betrayal from your other underlings. Negative, negative and negative... Or you could build loyalty. All you had to do was handle it right so they didn't think you were a wuss, and you could have your cake while eating it too.
And so it was that this particular demon was drumming his fingers on his desk while staring at a report. Their lustful energy absorption had gone through the roof, while the other vices were way, way down. That was, to use a word it might seem a little strange to have a demon utter, unnatural. There were always fluctuations, of course, but this much? It meant something was going on.
He pressed the button on top of his desk. "Send me the head of the succubi team."
And then he thought patiently and quietly. Had the team discovered some means of harvesting lustful energy that was driving down the others? Deliberate sabotage? It didn't sit well whatever it might be. An unexplained shift in direction meant all longer-term plans could be put in jeopardy, especially if whatever they were doing was noticed -
And then a male demon walked right into his office with an extremely attractive succubi on each arm, cooing and pawing at his chest. Hanging off him in an unprofessional manner. A deep scowl followed. That was not a good sign.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" the incubus said, pulling the succubi to sit one on each knee.
"I did," he answered, eyeing the succubi for reasons other than those a healthy male demon might. He was thoroughly immune to temptation as a matter of course, so it wasn't for the obvious reasons one might consider. Succubi were ultimately a very proud race of demons, although lust was more their speciality. Seeing a pair of them cooing and clinging to an incubus in such a degrading manner was extremely unusual. "There has been a surge in lustful energy recently."
"I know! Great, isn't it?" the incubus answered, snaking his hands up to squeeze the oversized breasts of the overeager succubi. "I barely have to try, and even an uptight chick is tripping over themselves to suck my dick."
"Charming," he answered. "Although this hardly answers my concern about why this is happening. I trust you are familiar with a bubble economy?" The incubus shook his head. "It means a fragile economy that might pop at any moment. It is very possible that you are in a lustful bubble economy that could bottom out at any time. Or someone else is manipulating things for their own benefit. Did you ever consider that, or were you too busy getting your dick sucked?"
From the sudden lack of colour in his face, it seemed not. Of course, there were several other concerns regarding this development that he didn't much see the need to get into. Things that would have an effect on their long-term plans. He was better off making it clear that the head incubus was the one most at risk.
"I want you to find out what's going on," he commanded. "Either stop it, bring it to heel or destroy it... But report your findings to me first so I can advise which is best for us in the long run. You are dismissed, Mister... "
"I am Mister Xamehon, sir! Come on, girls! Master Allets has given his marching orders; let's move out to the surface to investigate!"
"Your chances would be best in Japan," was the first and only real piece of advice they would get. "That appears to be where the effect is absolutely most prominent. It might be advisable to discreetly hire one of their ghost sweepers to investigate on your behalf, then discreetly dispose of them as soon as they are no more use to you. So long as you are careful, and do not indulge in arrogant behaviour in so doing..."
"Yes, sir!" Xamehon saluted rather needlessly. "I will be careful when handling the ghost sweeper! In fact, I think I have the perfect plan in mind to dispose of them when they're no longer any use to us... And just the one to use it on!"
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For no discernible reason she could tell, Mikami sneezed. Hmph! Don't try telling her someone was talking about her again. If it was Yokoshima bragging about getting into her panties, she'd tear his damn head off!
A little pulse of remembered pleasure hit her right in the goodie spot. Keep it together, girl. Sure, he was a better lay than you expected and sure, it was humiliating to be caught out by Okinu like that.
The funny thing was, she had started off doing... that... because she thought it might help her understand the nature of the enemy they were fighting. These "mysterious invaders" trying to turn this into a world of perverts. Well, now she was standing in the bathroom, staring herself in the eyes and trying very had to convince herself that she didn't want Yokoshima's dick. That she never wanted it. That she never would want it.
And oh boy, was she failing. She was squirming in place just thinking about it. Oooh! When she got her hands on those invaders there would be hell to pay for doing this to her! Making her feel all gooey about a dork like... Like that handsome, talented lover who - Gah! No, no, no! Self control. Breathe in. Breathe out. You're in control. You understand what needs to be done. You're tooled up.
Time to save the world.
- But first, Mikami decides to shower, and winds up allowing Yokoshima to watch.
- Yokoshima's off to talk with Okinu.
- One of Xamehon's human agents arrives at the office to offer a job.
- Emi is recruited to assist in the invasion.
- Emi is able to somehow resist being recruited
- Something else
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