Sakura was livid. Sakura was tense. Sakura was humiliated. Sakura was burning up from the inside and for once it wasn't because of a fever. Emotions were swirling up inside of her, feelings that she'd never had before. And the cause?
"Gotta shake it to make it, don't fake it or you'll break it and then you'll have to take it..."
The sensual, curvaceous feminine devil sitting in her lap and singing a terrible song off tune. Not that Sakura was especially paying much attention to the frankly awful melody: It was difficult to focus on much of anything at all when a supernaturally beautiful, malevolent entity is sitting in your lap with her hands resting firmly, gently, on your shoulders while her hips gyrated in a way that also thrust her firm and round chest into and away from your face.
It's the kind of thing that draws your attention, you know? Sets your teeth on edge. Irritating! Yes, that was definitely the word she wanted. Hugely annoying. She could tell because there was a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach, and no doubt that mild dampness she was feeling was being caused by fury sweat from this abject humiliation.
"How long do you intend to 'sit in my lap'?" Sakura seethed. The devil stopped, tilted its head at her and then spun around to push her back against Sakura's chest. The priestess purred in frustration and was so annoyed that she let the devil guide her hands up to her envious breasts, where they began to rub and squeeze out of reflexive revulsion. "You vile creature! This is some kind of trick."
"No trick, not a lick, you're not that thick, but you're still sick," the devil sang. It did a twisty motion with her shoulders that forced Sakura to nuzzle the devil's neck. "My goal is not your soul, no, not at all, through no loophole.."
"Could you at least stop singing?" Sakura asked. The devil leaned back and ran its tongue around Sakura's ear. This made her eyes flutter in absolute disgust. In fact, she was so full of mortification that her legs were trembling even though she was still seated.
"Oh, fine!" the irksome devil huffed. "I think you're cute. That's all there is to it. Do you find me desirable, or don't you?"
"Yes," Sakura grunted. "I mean, no. I don't find you desirabuuuh!"
The devil had turned around again in Sakura's lap, but this time had leaned back, resting the palms of her hands on the ground. Her right leg was extended up, reaching over Sakura's shoulder. It was an astounding display of flexibility, so much that she had to gulp and collect her thoughts and -
And reassess exactly what it was she was feeling just now. She reached to push the little troublemaker away. Ooh! That tore it! Not happening. No chance, no how, no way! Sakura was a priestess first above all other things. She would not ever, even once entertain the notion of a friendship with a being like this. Never mind something as sick as -
The devil reached up, stroked Sakura's cheek, then ran that hand down from ankle to thigh. It was a very pleasant journey to observe. Okay. Let's - Let's rethink this for a moment. Maybe it was a good chance to make this fiend lower its guard? Provide her with a superb opportunity to exorcise it, and then she could...
The thought was interrupted when her mortal foe showed yet still more flexibility, keeping her leg where it was and sitting up to pull Sakura into her very first kiss. Ah, she thought. So this was why people kept doing something that so obviously spread germs all over the place? Yes, that seemed like a reasonable trade off.
"Alright, what the hell is going on down here!" yelled Shinobu, storming down the stairs. "I hope you two aren't causing too much of a mess and - Oh, that is just the hottest thing, can I stay and watch, please?"
Out of the corner of her eye, Sakura looked at the young girl. This helpful young miss had led her here today. That pure, innocent soul was now standing there staring, much the way that boy had before. Rapt attention, little grabby motions of the hands as though squeezing something pleasant. Little flicks of the tongue as though she was starving and a delicious meal was being prepared right in front of her.
Because a delicious meal <i>was</i> being prepared in front of her. The occupants of this house. For the sake of this devil! It must have cast a lust spell on everyone here, a potent one that she hadn't noticed before. It was trying to use pleasure to enslave them all!
"I don't have a problem with that," the devil impishly replied, rolling its shoulders seductively. Then it twirled its fingers around Sakura's scalp. "What do you think, sweetie?"
"I think that I'm not falling for this anymore, temptress!"
It was a tremendous amount of strength that she showed just then, both in body and willpower. Sakura hurled the devil across the room like a bullet - but it still landed harmlessly in the corridor outside
"Tsk, tsk!" The - the succubus wagged its finger. Grr! Even that was putting naughty thoughts in Sakura's head. She really wanted to suck that finger while maintaining eye contact with those deep, colour-shifting eyes. "No need to play rough. A simple no would have done."
"As if you were going to let me say no in the first place," Sakura huffed. She reached inside her robes to pull out some ofuda. "Whatever spell you've cast on us, I won't let you... Where are my ofuda?"
"You mean these things?" the succubus tittered, spreading them out and fanning them. "Oh, my. I'm sorry. I was just a little worried you might have been playing nice and then decide to try to slip one on me." She pouted so cutely that Sakura was forced to swallow the all-consuming urge to taste those lips again, and jumped up and down on that feeling until it died. "Sorry, hun, preservation instinct."
"I still think this is really hot!" Shinobu suddenly said, raising her finger. "But I don't know why."
Sakura ignored the innocent victim and focused on the culprit with all of her steamy fury. "Give those back!" she snarled. "Now!"
"Okay dokes!" the succubus answered. Then she casually flicked her wrist as though tossing a paper airplane, and as the ofuda flew towards Sakura she suddenly realised she had made a huge, massive mistake. Because the ofuda had been charged with a kind of energy she'd never even felt before, and that was the furthest thing from a good sign she could imagine. Except maybe the sun exploding. "Since you did ask so nicely."
The first ofuda hit her on the forehead, and Sakura dropped to her knees. Time seemed to stand still. Her body had just been hit by... Something. It was intense. It was wonderful. It was -
A second ofuda hit her arm and a whimper escaped her throat. The feeling intensified. It was different from before. Not arousal, not any feeling she'd ever had before. It was more like she was being held tenderly by -
Another hit her. Then another. She soon lost track of where. Before long it felt like she was wrapped up in them, all over her body. Filling up her body with a warm sensation that despite herself she didn't want to go away. She wanted to hold it close. Nourish it. Cherish it. Keep it to herself, forever.
Over in the corner of the room Shinobu was staring at the sight of Sakura writhing on the floor with her jaw and arms hanging down, and her eyes unable to see anything else at all.
"Sorry about that," the devil said. It swaggered over towards the suddenly panting Sakura. "You humans. Gosh! All I did was charge that up with ten percent of what I was feeling for you, and you buckle over." She bent down and lifted Sakura's head, letting it rest on her lap. To Sakura's absolute disbelief, the succubus she was fighting was... Blushing. "Wow, I can already tell. You got some potential, babe. That spirit aura of yours... If I was the troublemaking type, I'd be sweating right about now."
"Guh?" Sakura asked.
"Lucky for me, I don't want trouble," the devil continued. "I just want a little harmless fun. And you're just the kinda babe I want to have it with."
The ofuda. It had to be the ofuda. Whatever dark energies had been put into them had corrupted them, was corrupting her. But Sakura would fight it! She would fight these feelings with everything she had. Because if she did not, then it meant that she - It meant that she really, really wanted to kiss a malevolent spirit and that was - that was ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous.
Even if that devil was really pretty. As in, can't take your eyes off her pretty. Sakura leaned in for a closer look. There had to be something. A flaw in that perfection. A feature out of place. A blemish on the skin. Sure, it was probably supernatural beauty but if she looked closely enough then maybe, just maybe, she could find the weak point in the spell and break it. Even if it meant getting so close that she had to - Had to do something she didn't really want to do and kiss those beautiful lips.
"The hell is all this ruckus going on down here?" another voice yelled. Benten. Wearing naught but a bath towel, clomping down the stairs. "Yo, Shinobu! You ain't sorted this out yet?"
Then several inexplicable things happened at once. First, a bird flew in one window, dropped a piece of Lego on the stairs, then flew right out of another window without so much as slowing down. Then Shinobu poured herself some apple juice, took a swig and set the rest down on the counter. Right after that, Benten trod on the Lego piece, yelled in the most absolute example of an agonised yell Sakura had ever heard and began hopping around on one leg.
"The hell was that?" the nearly naked girl screamed. "Ah! Damn! Ran once set my hair on fire and it didn't hurt this bad! Whoa!"
She tripped over - well, nothing so far as Sakura could see. Her towel slipped off to the floor, she rolled across into the table holding Shinobu's drink and then got it dumped all over her head.
"Oh," the devil sighed. "Oh, dear. Nobody in this house is getting lucky today."
"Huh?" Sakura grunted. The devil then just... Stood up and stretched. "Huh?!" The devil pulled out a compact and stared into it. Then it dropped it on the floor, and dipped its feet in one at a time. "Wait, that's it? You're leaving? After all of that you're just going?!"
"Like I told you, babe. Nobody here is getting lucky today. Not while she's around." It had been pulling the compact up its legs, but stopped and shot Sakura a look that made her topple back over. "But tomorrow is another day. Summon me with this compact sometime. I drew my sigil on the back of your ofuda. You can use that to keep me as your - " It stopped and ran its tongue sensuously around its lips. "Slaaaave."
There was something exciting in the way the word had been drawn out. Like a promise of fun times yet to be had. All three of them, Sakura, Shinobu and Benten shivered from the images conjured up, and when the compact had been pulled up so that only the devil's head and hand was left, it blew Sakura a kiss. Which she caught. Out of reflex! Not because - not because she thought that evil spirit was cute or anything ridiculous like that!
"I want that compact harder than I've wanted anything in my life," Benten said, then stopped to think. "Wait, no. It's third place. Lum wearing that bike-themed lingerie was first, and second was the Explode-o-matic."
"What does that do?" Shinobu asked.
"Terrifies pink-haired bitches that got it coming," Benten sniggered. "Especially after they get a little too burn happy when flirting with Lum. Anyway! Can I have that compact?"
"No!" Sakura yelled, quickly scooping it up and holding it protectively to her chest. "I shall keep this. Something like this in the wrong hands could have... Unfortunate consequences. I am sorry to leave so abruptly but I have somewhere else to be thank you good day farewell now!"
Sakura darted out of the house clutching the compact all the way home. It didn't even occur to her until she got there that she hadn't tripped, hadn't stumbled, hadn't felt a single bit of pain anywhere in her body. Actually, she felt good. Really good. So good that she unconsciously clasped the compact a little bit tighter, protectively, and sunk to the floor with a strange smile on her face. Yes indeed. A spell had been cast on her. But not a magical spell. Something a little more bound to the natural world than she might care to admit.
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Ataru poked his head into the living room, where Benten was towelling down and not really giving a damn who saw her. No complaints on his part. Shinobu seemed to be enjoying the view as well. It was rather nice to be able to do things with his girlfriend; they really should do that more often.
"So they're gone?" he asked.
"Yep," Shinobu sighed. "I bet they'll be banging by week's end."
"Shame," Ataru shrugged. "Was kinda hoping to get a priestess and a sexy devil for my new growing harem."
"Not every harem is yours, you know!" Benten called back in a huff. Ataru blinked. Then looked at her as though she had just said something absurd, like the moon was a giant, sleeping walrus or there were trumpets growing in the garden, or maybe even something completely insane like claiming hot girls weren't two drinks away from a sexy lesbian tryst at all times.
Well, whatever. There was a knock at the door. Ataru sauntered off to answer it, wondering who the hell that could be now. When he opened the door he found... an inhuman-looking mailman standing in front of a large riot. Now, for the protection of his own sanity and reason Ataru decided he would not focus on the crowd of people having a brawl right outside his front door, so he could instead focus on the feathered man(?) wearing a postal uniform directly in front of him.
"Is Miss Benten present?"
"Yeah," Ataru said. "But she's just had a bath. She isn't dressed yet. Can I sign for it?"
The alien, for that must be what it was, clucked and checked some sort of list. "Ataru Moroboshi?" it asked. He nodded. "Yeah, you can sign." So he did so. Took the package. Ducked underneath a violently hurled baseball and strolled back inside. Nope. Not having anything to do with any of that out there, no sir!
"Package for you," he said.
"Feh, you open it," Benten sniffed. Ataru tilted his head to get a better look while the babe towelled off her legs. "I ain't expecting shit. Knowing my luck it's a pie to the face or something."
You know, when she put it like that she had a good point. Ataru handed the box off to Shinobu without taking his eyes off the naked babe in front of him. Shinobu responded by shoving it back. The two of them played hot potato with the package for another minute or so, before Shinobu stopped and said, "If you open this, I will blow you. Right here and now."
Ataru grabbed the box back and pulled it open. Next to him, Shinobu smirked, dropped to her knees and got to work with gusto, making pleased little mewling noises as she licked and sucked.
"There's a letter heeeeere!" Ataru gasped. "And a b-b-blaaaanket." Oh, that really hit the spot around about now. Benten turned to look at them and scowled hard enough that it almost made Ataru lose his erection. Almost. She stomped over and snatched the letter from his grip, then read it aloud while Ataru ran his hands through his girlfriend's hair.
"Dear Benten, have fun on Earth!" Benten read. "Sorry, shoulda toldja today was a bad luck day on Earth, slipped our minds until it was too late." Benten rolled her eyes. "Sure, you forgot." Then she continued. "Got Daddy to send you a luck-shielding blanket. That should keep you safe for the rest of the day. See you soon! Love, Lum!"
"Hehehe, well, don't that just show you?" Benten chuckled. "She's a bit of a scatterbrain, but that Oni babe sure comes through in a pinch! A luck-shielding blanket, hot damn! Can't believe she shelled out for something so damned expensive! Now the three of us can gather under it and..."
Benten trailed off as soon as she looked at it. Her expression darkened. "Oh. She didn't. This is the kind that don't work unless you don't move an inch! This crap is completely -"
A dart flew through the Moroboshi letterbox and impaled itself in Benten's outer thigh.
"Exactly what I need in a pinch!" Benten said, pulling the blanket around her still damp and naked body. "Yo, once you guys finish up let's watch some movies or something!"
"Oh god, Shinobu!" Ataru groaned. "How are you so good at this?"
"Tsk, you think she's good?" Benten tutted. "Wait 'til tomorrow. Then I'll show you what luck really means!"
- The next day, Ataru is kidnapped by one of the factions.
- Meanwhile, how are Lum and Oyuki doing with their tests?
- Sakura summons the devil. For training purposes!
- Ran and Ryunosuke get to know each other a little better.
- Something else
Another excellent chapter.
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