(24 votes) (4.54)
I’m pretty sure I hear a Thud outside my bedroom door.
“This can’t be good” I murmur to nobody in particular as I get out of bed.
“Kígyó…? Hey- are you OK?” I ask my auburn-haired lamia roommate as I poke my head out the door.
“C-can’t…move…..” she chatters, stretched out on the floor. “So….cold….”
I can see that she’s only wearing a silky nightie to protect her from the cold, although she really didn’t have any way of anticipating her current predicament. While it looks almost comical, I know enough that it could be serious business if she’s left unattended in her current state.
I manage to move her to the sofa in the living room
(15 votes) (4.67)
Almost as if I were in a trance, I slowly uncocked the hammer on the .38 before opening up the cylinder, dumping out the bullets onto the countertop and setting the gun down in a drawer in front of me. A show of good faith on my part.
The wolf-girl still looked fairly young, but not so young that I felt the need to ask if I should call her parents or admonish her that it’s a school night.
For some reason, I somehow knew that this bluster and bravado about attacking and raping me after breaking in was just that- all talk.
“All right- so now that you’re here, what do you think is going to happen?” I ask.
(11 votes) (4.64)
“I leave for not even one afternoon and I come back to find that my temple is being used for unsanctioned orgies!” Lady Hisui snarls angrily at the three of us. Yukihebi, Korigashi and myself are kneeling before the irate dragon in a small room that more or less served as her temple’s administrative offices.
Part of me was wondering if there was such a thing as sanctioned orgies at this temple, but given the Ryu’s current temperament, this certainly wasn’t the time to ask.
“As for you…” she glared at Korigashi. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t call the town guard right now and have you thrown into jail.”
Korigashi could only look away sullenly.
“Lady Hisui…..I take full responsibility for what happened. Both Miss Yukihebi and Koragashi were under the influence of the liliraune nectar. Neither one would be in that position if I had followed through on my outstanding obligations with the Danuki. Whatever punishment you might have in mind for Yuki, I implore you to be lenient with her…”
The Ryu glowered at me and then Koragashi. It was enough to freeze my blood.
“You- I never want to see you set foot in this temple again.” she almost roared
(12 votes) (4.58)
“She did WHAT!?” I blurted out, my hand belatedly flying out to cover my mouth after I realized how loud I was. Conduct unbecoming of a guest at the Ryu’s temple.
Lady Hisui was genuinely amused, cupping her fingers to her chin as she demurely giggled.
“Shimo congratulated Yuki before she left….” the Ryu said, before sipping her cup of tea. “Granted she scolded Yuki for trying to duck out of the wedding party early, but I heard it with my own ears, young man. I don’t know what you said to Shimo, but I think you managed to make an impression with her.”
It had been a few days since Yuki slipped me that note at the wedding reception, and I hadn’t seen her since, even though the Ryu requested I come over to help chop some firewood. The thing with Lady Hisui is that I wasn’t sure if that was a pretext to get Yuki and I to spend more time together or if she really needed firewood chopped.
It turned out she actually needed firewood to be chopped. According to Lady Hisui,
(10 votes) (4.70)
After my fourth or fifth glass of sake at the tavern, I felt a slender pair of arms slide around my shoulders and the warm swell of a large pair of breasts pressing into my back. Right away I could tell the arms were too dark to belong to the cute shirohebi who had been occupying my mind lately. Yukihebi also didn’t have a colorful dragon tattoo wrapping around her upper arm, either.
“Hanta-kun….are you feeling OK? You haven’t tried fondling me all week.” a husky but still feminine voice asked loud enough for the other patrons to hear.
“Is that an invitation, Burei?” I ask.
Suddenly, the buxom human barmaid rediscovers her modesty and backs away from me as though I had just burst into flame. Burei was easily one of the longest-serving barmaids at this particular izakaya. While not as pretty as some of the newer hires, her brash, straightforward nature somehow endeared herself to alot of the regulars. Every once in awhile, drunkards needed to hear the hard truth, something the demure and prettier new hires were less than capable of.