4 comments/ 89139 views/ 12 favorites Turning Japanese By: EKHunter I was 18, almost out of high school and decided that I was missing something in my life. I felt as if there was more out there than I was experiencing and I wanted to find it. So after thinking it over I enrolled in the exchange program offered through my school. After careful consideration and deciding that the best way for me to get the most out of the experience was to not choose the obvious countries of choice by most students: France, Italy, Germany, Spain; but instead to get my grand life experience in the Orient, particularly Japan. After a year of applications, interviews, scrutiny and orientations, I was off to a brand new world on the other side of the globe. For a small town Canadian boy, this was a huge endevour, but anything was better than the 'everyone knows everything about everybody' mentality that a town of 4500 people invariably offers in some respect or another. Therefore, in the summer of 1996, I was on a 14-hour plane ride to adventure and I wasn't looking back. After a long and relatively boring trip across North America and the Pacific Ocean, I landed in Fukuoka Airport in Japan and met what would be my first host family of the year, the Yamamotos. They seemed like very nice people, I particularly had an eye for their daughter Aya who was only a couple of months my younger, but stunning in the way that the Japanese have seemed to master in my eyes ever since. A sort of sultry, shy yet provocative look that I see so very rarely in other women. She stood about 5'5", 100lbs wet, but fit rather than morbidly skinny; long, silky, jet black hair, flowing to just above the small of her back; the sweetest face, smooth and without imperfection as if had I not seen her move in some time I could easily mistake her for a porcelain doll. And the most piercing jade eyes. Oh, those eyes. They just had me from the first moment I got lost in them. They were enchanting, they were a trap, but I couldn't escape, yet at the same point, why would I ever want to. After a couple of minutes, I managed to peel my eyes off her and slowly, through the expected language barrier got to know the rest of the family. The patriarch of the family seemed like a very gentle, caring yet silently firm man. There was just something about him, there was nothing quite masculine about him, and yet despite the way he carried himself, I could feel a strength in him, even though it would take some time for me to peg it down right. I think he knew what happened under his roof during my 6-month stay with his family, and for several months after before I returned to Canada, but he never spoke of it, or took any action of any kind. Aya had two brothers, Ryo and Yuu, the former a year older than I and a former exchange student himself in Brazil the previous year, the latter about my brother's age, about 4 years my younger. Both became family over that year and I even had Yuu stay with me back in Canada for a month, a year after I returned. Then there was Sakiko, my host mother. Looking at her was like seeing what Aya would look like when she eventually hit 40. Her looks had faded from her younger years, still had hair down to her waist, but it had lost quite a bit of its luster and was starting to sprout into a regal grey in areas, mostly kept up in a tight ponytail. She was taller than Aya, closer to my height, probably around 5'9", which was above average for a Japanese woman, and still had a body, probably not as tight as it once was, but still great, and relatively fit. Had I not known her age I probably wouldn't have pegged her any higher than her low to mid thirties. I don't know if my attraction had begun with her that first night or if it came later; probably later seeing as I was mostly infatuated with her daughter at the time, and when my eye was focused on something, one would be hard pressed to remove it with anything less than a better distraction. After about and hour and a half car ride we finally got to Saga City, where I would be living for the following year, and my new house. It wasn't really a house per se as it was a business with a home attached to it. I found as I wandered the streets that this turned out to be the norm rather than the exception. I also found that when I walked into the front door, there were about fifteen Japanese people in the store section throwing a party in my honour, which involved a couple of friends of each of the family members, most of which I commonly referred to as the "Gaijin Gawkers" (Gaijin is Japanese for Foreigner) as they were just there for a look at the stereotypical North American Boy. I would later remove this title from a few of them, as I became excellent friends with some, and a lot more with others. At the time I was just teasing 6' tall, about 180lbs, dirty blond hair, slightly faded blue eyes and a medium build well kept from years of hockey in the winter and baseball in the summer. I wasn't cut or anything like that, but well built for my size, with a decent set of love handles, I managed to build out of a couple of years of high school beer appreciation. I was fairly average all around, nothing special, but not a sideshow freak either. Anyway, we all got to talking, I found that Ryo had a pretty decent command of the English language which I decided to use to my advantage, turning him into my translator to keep my dictionary from catching on fire from friction and slowly worked the room, getting to know everyone as best I could. Embarrassing as it is looking back, I actually taught them all the Macarena. What can I say, it was annoyingly popular in 1996 and I felt it was my duty to share my burden with the rest of the world. After an exhausting first day and enough jet lag to tranquilize an elephant, I excused myself to my new room and passed out. Now for anyone looking for a quick shag and bag story, I think at this point you may have realized that this isn't the one for you, scroll down a little farther for the abridged version. I had stayed with the family for a couple of months and had watched as summer dragged into autumn, all the while getting closer and more enamored with the ladies of the Yamamoto household. There was just something about them, and I couldn't help but pay attention. I had found out that Aya was a bit of a tease, which didn't surprise me a bit, constantly coming home with boyfriend after boyfriend. It was if she ate them alive for a week and spit out the remains when feeding time came around. Her efficiency was absolutely astounding. And once school started I had the extra added bonus of seeing this amazing vixen in her uniform: a white, short-short sleeved, slightly transparent blouse, with a dark navy blue, fold over bow tie; a seriously short, blue and green tartan skirt, personally hemmed by her to be so, yet just long enough that if measured, still barely met school regulations; and a pair of white school-issue, knee-high socks that sprouted out of a pair of plain black dress shoes. As if this were not enough, she tied her exceptional hair in ponytails, both jutting just right out of the back of her head that just screamed super love handles; from the front, from behind, didn't matter. It's no wonder she had every boy in school wrapped around her finger. However, as time went on, I began to realize that the very thing about her that was so mesmerizing would probably be the very thing that would keep me from getting her into bed; so I slowly set my sights on my host mother, Sakiko, or Okaasan as I referred to her. I began to notice early on how increasingly beautiful she was, just little things like the June Cleaver way that she took care of the house, not as much as being subservient while doing it, but that she always seemed dressed and composed to go out in her best clothes while she was cleaning or cooking or minding the store while my host father was out delivering or servicing electronics equipment, which is what the store dealt in. There were also the traditional national festivals when she went all out and put on her kimono. It was a pale, almost pastel pink colour, made from the softest silk, with a sakura tree dyed on the back, cherry blossom petals all over, hanging from the tree, floating about her kimono freely as if it commanded the wind at another level, so that when she walked it actually looked as though the blossoms were flowing around her body, independent of the garment. It made her look absolutely stunning, and I made sure to get good use of my camera on those occasions. She was my guide in Japan, whenever I wasn't in school, or off exploring on my own I was with her. We were inseparable. We would watch movies together, go to bars together (blond hair, blue eyes... I was mistaken as a foreign English teacher more often than a student), would go to tea ceremonies together, and sit up all night learning Japanese and English from one another ever so slowly, but better than had I tried on my own. I credit my own knowledge of the Japanese language to her; I wouldn't have been able to do it without her, certainly not as quickly or with such ease. Because of all of this, expectedly we started growing closer. It was completely unnoticeable at first, when we would stay up and watch a movie, she would nuzzle into me, or when we were alone in the house and I would complain about some kind of ache or pain I had from my intensive daily exploring, she would give me a serious massage and make the pain go away, and from time to time I would return the favour. With as linked as we were at the hip, one would think that we would have seen it coming, but I'd have to say our union surprised us both. One late autumn night we were both sitting on the living room couch watching some random movie on TV, I was settled back into the corner of the aging, faded leather, L-shaped lounger, and she was getting ever so comfortable in the nape of my neck like always, my arm draped over her shoulder to keep it from falling asleep. About halfway through the movie, she got a little uncomfortable and shifted her body, bringing her breast in contact with my hand, instantly shooting a spark through both of us. It was if time had stopped along with our breathing and those couple of seconds lingered on for eternity. Something felt wrong about it all, but something also felt very right, as if that small instance opened up an animal we had both been oppressing. Yet we just sat there, so still as if we had lost track of where we were, who we were, just staring blankly at a movie on the TV that seemed less and less apparent next to that light graze. Suddenly, as if time began to catch up with reality, my hand started to gain feeling and mobility again. My heartbeat raced so hard, I thought it was going to burst, and yet it seemed in perfect time with hers as I began to lightly caress her left breast through the aqua coloured blouse she had on, just a light grazing of the fingertips at first, swaying back and forth just under her nipple, but not making contact as if I still wasn't sure this was really happening, or if it was going to end, or how far I could really go. Ever so slowly I began to take bolder and bolder steps, using more of my fingers and covering more surface area, until I 'accidentally' found her nipple, already firm and erect from the intense teasing, and gave it a squeeze through the cloth which in turn made her gasp aloud; the first noise either of us had made since the initial contact; which led me to go even further still. I cupped her breast in my hand and began massaging it, which led to a more audible squeal to accompany yet another gasp. As I did this, she pounced. We heard the thunder, we settled into the long pause, but that last tiny, nearly inaudible squeal was the lightning. Okaasan turned to me sharply grabbed both sides of my head and kissed me long and hard, with a passion I have rarely felt since. She would tell me later it was if she had been penting up fifteen years of sexual repression, and I had let the flood waters out, and there was nothing left to control the flow but me. After a moment, I took swift control of the situation and flipped our positions, leaving her vulnerable and panting underneath my now adrenaline-pumped body, I dove into her, wanting to take in all that I could and not leave a drop behind, we were both lost in a desert, we were both an oasis for one another, and I drank my fill as my lips reconnected with hers; the force and passion was so intense that we had absolutely no connection with our surroundings...no sounds, no sights, no smells, other than what we found in each other, the animal unleashed, there was no caging it back up...or so it seemed. As my hand reached under her blouse to find the softness of her skin, she darted quickly up into a sitting position, nearly knocking me to the floor, collected herself, and kept saying over and over again "we shouldn't be doing this" in Japanese, the words intermingled with her still quickened breath. I reached out, the animal still within me, and took her shoulder, flipping her around until our eyes connected again, and just as I thought I had her locked on our one sweaty purpose again, she jumped to her feet, saying "no, no, no, no...we shouldn't be doing this", with enough emotion in her voice for me to hear her concern, but still softly enough that she didn't awake the rest of the family sleeping just overhead, and disappeared through the kitchen and up the stairs to bed. It took nearly half an hour for me to compose myself, my heart rate eventually slowed as did my breathing, and I lulled the animal back into it's cage and closed the door behind it. I think it was at that moment that I first said to myself, "Oh my God, what have I done?" I wasn't a virgin at the time, but I had never gone after a married woman before, and on top of that I lived in her house, at the very least things would get very uncomfortable and at their worst I could get sent home in disgrace with only 3 months out of a year gone. I freaked out for a bit, letting my mind mull it over and over again and then when I finally exhausted myself thinking it over, I wandered upstairs and to bed. The next morning, I got up for school and reluctantly put on my uniform and headed downstairs, apprehensive; terrified of what I might see or find when I rounded the bottom of the staircase. However, when I made it to the ground floor, I found nothing. No angry family, no one to send me home, nothing at all. The store appeared to be locked, Otoosan (host father) appeared to be out working, and the kids were probably already gone to school as I had slept in again. Therefore, I wandered into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat before being fashionably late for class yet again, but when I turned the corner I found Okaasan, already dressed up and doing her daily routine, which included my lunch that was neatly packed in a 3-stage bento box on the counter. She saw me come in, handed me a glass of orange juice and my lunch, smiled at me just as she did on any other school morning and sent me on my way. "Did last night really happen?" "Was it all just an intense dream, something I made up?" So many questions ran through my head over the course of the day, all of it compounded by the fact that she appeared to be no different from any other day, and stranger still with no one around to act for. I was so confused. I told her to have a nice day, and sped to school on my bike, my mind beating me there, it was running so fast, trying to figure out exactly what was going on. I drifted through my classes not able to keep my mind on anything other than the previous nights engagement, and finally when that bell went off I made my way back to the unknown. When I got home everyone had already beaten me there, they were all sitting in the living room, conversing with one another, watching one of the many random Japanese game shows that was on the air at the time, and marveling over the stupidity of what was going on. I sat down with them and tried to enjoy myself, but as the time went by, I found that I had to force myself not to look at Okaasan; if she was going to act as if nothing went on, then I had to try to do the same. The night finished like any other, a couple hours went by and we all sat down for dinner; then the kids went off to study, Otoosan went to bed early as he always did and Okaasan was in the kitchen cleaning up and preparing tomorrow's lunches as I sat in the adjacent living room glued to the boob-tube when all I wanted to do was turn around and say 'what's going on?' Finally, she sat with me to watch a late night movie, probably out of habit rather than on purpose, as if nothing has happened and nuzzled up-close just as if she had always done my arm around her shoulders, draped over the left side. However, this time was different. After about ten minutes of the most comfortable, uncomfortable silence I've ever endured, she turned to me with the most gentle eyes and said, "Last night can't happen again", but there was something...when our eyes met they locked together and I lost myself within them again. She was saying no, but all I could see in her eyes was the big "but..." at the end of that sentence, the longing for more than what was, and without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her. Not like before, but more gently, each motion and touch was a caress, I drank her in instead of devouring her and she fell limp and helpless in my arms, and gave in again as our tongues met and danced with one another inside the velvet embrace. As I used one arm to hold myself up so as not to fall off the couch, my other hand began to roam, first tracing the lines of her face, and then into the lines of her hair which was let down for a change; her neck, her nape, her sides, her back, her stomach...I wanted to explore every region of her body with the tips of my fingers, just lightly gliding over her surface, causing goose bumps to rise wherever I met bare skin. Finally, my hand came to her ample, heaving breast; and I began to massage it ever so lightly as I squeezed her already erect nipple between my fingers through the thin fabric that was once again separating me from final ecstasy. However, just like the night before, this seemed to trigger something in her and I could feel her jump once again and I thought I knew what was coming, but I was pleasantly surprised. "Not here, too, open" she said in her still broken English. I nodded and got up, and pointed over our heads at the ceiling where my bedroom was located, she nodded back in acknowledgement and I went upstairs first. She wanted to wait a couple of minutes after just in case someone in the house had woken up by then. I went upstairs and dressed down to my boxers, and waited for her arrival, almost to the point where I thought she was going to stop it again until I heard the door open behind me. Okaasan had changed into her bathrobe which was downstairs in the bathroom, and you could feel the nervousness within her as I could count the rhythm of her heart nearly by the sound of the pounding under her heaving chest...she was completely vulnerable now, about to do something that was both very wrong in her mind, but also something she needed so badly that reason had no place in it anymore. I took two steps forwards and slowly began to remove the robe, sliding it over her shoulders until she was bare to my eyes, finally. She wasn't as perky as she obviously was in her youth, love handles had taken over at her sides, and her breasts, although not drooping, weren't as they once were...but she was beautiful. I took her by the hand and led her to my bed and with one arm cradling her back, slowly laid her down and covered her with my own warm skin to begin our dance again. I traced her entire body with my fingers this time, able to access everything, although unclothed she was quite shy and it took some coaxing for me to keep her from covering herself up. In her mind, she still could not believe that I could find her that attractive. My lips joined in the exploration, first kissing her forehead and her cheek, and then down her neck and shoulders making sure to get everything, as she kept running her hands through my hair, massaging my scalp. I took one breast into my hand and then brought my mouth down just above the nipple, first blowing on it lightly, teasing it, finding how sensitive she was and where. Turning Japanese " "Wow! Watta fun book! You read it right-to-left and it's got such cute art..." "STOP! You fool! It's MANGA! It turns women into quivering fanatics who wear shockingly short, Japanese school-girl uniforms!" "Nonsense! I'd never, uh...say! What colors do they come in?" --John Lustig, "Last Kiss" "Oh, god, Paul," Josie said wearily as she saw her boyfriend walk into the apartment with a bag in his hands. More specifically, another bag. More specifically, another bag with 'Rising Sun Comics' on the side, not two weeks after the last time. "I thought we discussed this. In fact, there's no 'I thought'. I know we discussed this." Paul gave her a sheepish grin. "They had a sale, Josie. Thirty percent off all manga. I'm just lucky I got there when I did, the stuff was flying off the shelves." "Oh, for--Paul!" Josie waved her hand around the cluttered apartment. Paul's addiction to manga and anime had been an endearing quirk when they'd first started dating, but two months of being gradually crowded out of their shared apartment by DVDs, comics, and junk had made it seem less endearing and more obsessive. "We already agreed on this! There's no room for this stuff anymore, not unless we get a bigger place, and we can't afford a bigger place if you spend all your money on this...stuff!" "It's not stuff!" Paul said, his face betraying months of frustration. "It's...Josie, if you only gave it a chance. It's not just a guy thing. Lots of women like manga." Josie sighed. "Paul, I did give it a chance. I watched that 'Akira' thing you wanted me to see, and that 'Pat Labor' thing too. I've given it all the chances I'm willing to give, and--" She put up her hands. "You know what? We're not having this argument again. Just go back to the store, return that stuff, and try to control your...anime habit, like you promised me you would. Because this is always something we're not going to have in common, you're just going to need to accept that, and I'm not going to take a backseat to--" --she pointed to a hanging wall scroll-- "--to pictures of schoolgirls flashing their panties." She saw the look on his face. "I'm not saying you have to give it all up, but...you have to balance your hobby with your girlfriend. Unless you don't want to have both." Paul looked down for a long time. Finally, he reached into the bag. "I'll return it all," he said. "Except this." He pulled out a small, thick book. "I bought this one for you. It's called 'Magical Omnipotent Girl Akane', the store owner recommended it when I mentioned that you, um...that you weren't really into manga." Josie could tell from his awkward tone that he probably said a lot more than that, but she let it slide. "He said that it was a really good story to get non-manga fans interested, it's really cheap, and..." He handed her the book. "Just try reading it, while I'm at the store returning everything else. Please?" Paul's thick glasses magnified his puppy-dog eyes, and Josie decided instantly to relent. She seemed to have won on the big issue, and if all it cost her was accepting a gift from her boyfriend and reading one book, she'd do it. It seemed like a fair compromise. She opened the book to see a picture of a schoolgirl with big, liquid eyes and a vacant expression on her face, standing in front of a man in some sort of armored suit and saying, "Yes, master..." A small caption at the bottom said, 'To be continued...' Paul must have picked up the puzzled expression on her face, because he said, "It's manga, honey. They use the original Japanese artwork, and in Japan, they read right-to-left. You have to start at the back of the book and read towards the beginning." He gave a little grin. "Little spoiler-y if you're not used to it, I guess." Josie rolled her eyes. As if everything about the story wasn't irritating enough, now she had to read backwards? "Fine. You go to the store, I'll sit here and try to relearn how to read the English language." She plopped down on the couch, as she heard the door close. 'Magical Omnipotent Girl Akane'? Ugh. She settled in with the book, her eyes automatically reading the wrong page first on each double-spread. 'Akane' seemed to be the schoolgirl--what was with the Japanese obsession with schoolgirls? She was going through a typical day at school, or at least what Josie assumed was a typical day at school for a Japanese girl, and...gun-toting terrorists attacked. OK, that wasn't insane or anything. They took the class hostage, uh-huh, and Akane's doofy guy friend, Jinya, tried to fight back, and...oh. That's why they call her 'Omnipotent Girl'. She got caught in the cross-fire, and the bullets just bounced off of her. The terrorists all run away, but Akane... Actually, Josie thought, this is kind of clever. Akane's bullet-proof and super-strong, but since she doesn't know how she got these super-powers, she's scared of getting into fights in case they wear off. So she goes to Mister Ito, the school guidance counselor, for help, and... Josie nodded. The story was starting to make sense. Mister Ito hypnotizes her, makes a second personality that comes and goes when he says "Brainwashing time, Akane". The second personality is a big-time super-hero, fights the terrorists, and... Josie giggled. Jinya just learned the trigger phrase. After a while, Josie stopped even noticing the back-to-front layouts. The book was really funny. The comedy was broad, but Akane was a likeable girl, and the supporting cast seemed to be good. Maybe she had been too rough on this. She found herself racing through the pages to the climactic battle, where Akane fights Professor Null, the leader of the terrorists, and--Josie's eyes widened. The terrorist leader figured out how to re-hypnotize Akane? She turned to the last page, the one she realized she'd already read, where Akane stared vacantly at her new master. Grrr! Why did it have to end on a cliff-hanger? Just then, Paul walked in. Josie looked up at him. "How was it?" he asked. Josie blushed just a little. Time to eat some crow. "Um...next time you go to 'Rising Sun'...could you see if they have Book Two of this?" ***** The next week, Josie found herself attending her first meeting of the USC Otaku Club. "What's an otaku?" she whispered to Paul, as they all filed into a darkened auditorium. "Japanese for fan. Big-time fan." They all hushed, as the screen flared into life. Josie had never heard of the film, something called 'Macross Plus', but Paul insisted she'd like it. Much to her surprise, Josie did. The animation was beautiful, fluid and expressive, and the slow pace and awkwardly translated dialogue didn't seem to bother her like it had with the other anime she'd watched. Instead, she just settled into her seat, and let the movie wash over her. It just felt nice. The whole story felt like a warm, soft blanket covering her, and she felt so content to sit here and keep watching. The plot didn't always make a ton of sense, but that didn't matter to her. She felt like she could do this forever. She felt a happy quiver in the back of her mind as she realized that Paul had tons of anime back at the apartment. She felt a happy quiver elsewhere as the story neared its climax. The evil computer, Sharon Apple, was hypnotizing everyone with her siren song, brainwashing them. Josie flashed back to Akane, staring with vacant eyes, and suddenly she felt a warm, liquid sensation between her thighs. She rubbed her legs together, listening to Sharon Apple sing to Isamu and still his mind, and imagined herself as one of the brainwashed slaves...Josie let out a long, shuddery sigh as she had a quiet orgasm right there in the theater. After that, Isamu's victory seemed, well...anti-climactic. ***** Book Two was even better than Book One, Josie thought. Mister Ito had managed to switch triggers with Professor Null, so that Akane now had three personalities--normal, scared Akane, super-hero Akane, and evil warrior Akane. The fight scene where Mister Ito and Professor Null were shouting triggers back and forth, while Akane switched between smashing up army tanks and terrorist tanks, was brilliant. Josie grabbed another stick of pocky as she continued to read. Ooh, she thought, I never saw that coming! Professor Null just hypnotized Mister Ito, and now he's got them both under his control! Argh! Not another 'To Be Continued...' Just then, Paul got home. "Hi!" he said. He gave her a kiss. "I was thinking tonight we could watch 'Cowboy Bebop'. I thought you might like to--" She flashed him a grin. "Seen it. In fact, I think I've seen everything we have in the house now." She grabbed her purse. "Is 'Rising Sun' still open?" Paul practically gaped at her in happiness. "I, um...yeah, should be. For a little while, at least. Um, why?" "We can go there and get something new to watch--and I can see if he's got Book Three in stock." ***** Josie winced as she pricked herself with the needle again. She would have been upset, except that she was so excited. Her very first anime convention! She held up her costume. The schoolgirl outfit looked good for a first try--Josie had learned to sew from her mother, but never thought she'd be using it to make an actual costume of her own. But when she'd read about cosplay, she knew she had to try it, especially with a con coming up. She'd already managed to find a tweed jacket so that Paul could go as Mister Ito. As soon as she'd dyed her hair blue, she'd make a perfect Akane. Book Three had inspired her. In fact, she thought with a little giggle, it had done more than inspire her. When Jinya had saved Akane by using the trigger phrase on her, he'd accidentally created another personality--bimbo sex-kitten Akane. Josie remembered reading the scenes where sex-kitten Akane "seduced" Jinya, using her super-strength to hold him down on the bed, and...Josie gave a little shiver, and remembered where her other hand had been while she was turning the pages with her free hand. Who would have thought all this stuff could be so...exciting? But she hadn't been able to find Book Four at 'Rising Sun', and that was frustrating, as it had ended on another cliff-hanger...sex-kitten Akane had accidentally hypnotized Jinya, and now she didn't know how to wake him up. Hopefully, she'd be able to find it at the convention. For now, she'd just have to content herself with all the other manga and anime at the apartment...except that she'd burned through it all in just three weeks! She sighed, and gave another quick look around for something to watch. None of the shelves in the living room contained anything new, but when she was rummaging around the bedroom, she spotted a small box in the closet. It was on a high shelf, but Josie spotted just a bit of a DVD sleeve sticking out of the top. "Been holding out on me, huh, Paul?" she muttered to herself, grabbing a chair. She climbed up, and pulled down what turned out to be a whole bunch of DVDs. "Score!" she whispered, grabbing one pretty much at random and taking it out into the living room. She popped it in the player and set it going. Within moments, she was sighing happily as the stylized animation sank into her mind. Paul was right, she thought absently. Watching anime is fun. It's just so soothing to...to... This anime was different. It was about a team of ninja women hunting demons, and that seemed pretty normal to Josie by now, but...one of the ninja women had been possessed by the demon, and--her breasts grew three sizes! Josie suddenly went from relaxed to very, very tense, but it was a good kind of tense. She felt her pussy dampen as the evil demon-ninja used her bouncing breasts to seduce and hypnotize one of her former team-mates, and...ooh, suddenly Josie just had to slide her hand into her jeans, because this anime was nothing like the other stuff Paul had shown her. The demon-girl was manifesting ectoplasmic tentacles, and...oh, god! Josie clenched her thighs together around her hand, watching the girl on screen get violated by the slimy tendrils. Oh, thought Josie, this just felt so good--it was better than sex, it was sex combined with anime...she felt an orgasm building, and when the demonic energies possessed the second ninja as well, Josie let it spill over. She spent the rest of the afternoon with the box, and by the time Paul came home, she was practically exhausted. But not so exhausted that she couldn't make time to watch some more with him. ***** Josie blew a strand of blue hair out of her eyes, keeping them riveted on the screen as Miko Mido "dueled" with Fubuki Kai. Behind her, Paul peeled her panties off underneath her schoolgirl outfit. "Yes, that's it," she gasped. "Slide your naughty tentacle into me..." Josie was up to Book Nine now, and the series showed no sign of stopping. She didn't want it to stop, either. It just kept getting better and better. She let out a low moan, not quite sure whether the sex or the hentai was turning her on more. She was glad she didn't have to choose. She had both her boyfriend and her hobby, and she was so glad to have a common interest to share with Paul. She leaned back onto his cock, gasping for air as both she and Paul came at once. Behind her, Paul said, his voice shaky, "So, I was thinking...do you want to try playing Final Fantasy XI?" THE END Turning Japanese First a bit of info about Oni, for those who've never heard of them: Oni (鬼) are creatures from Japanese myth, variously translated as demons, devils, ogres or trolls. They are popular characters in Japanese art, literature and theatre. Statues of Oni can be found throughout Japan. Depictions of Oni vary widely but usually portray them as hideous, gigantic creatures with fangs, sharp claws, wild hair, and two long horns growing from their heads. They are humanoid for the most part, but occasionally, they are shown with unnatural features such as odd numbers of eyes or extra fingers and toes. Their skin may be any number of colours, but red and blue are particularly common. They are often depicted wearing tiger-skin loincloths and carrying iron clubs, called kanabō. ****** Once long ago, there were two Oni of friendly character, one was red and the other blue. The red Oni longed to be friends with the town's people but they recoiled in fear and revulsion at the sight of him each time he tried to intervene. The blue Oni decided to help. He was to attack the town and the red Oni was to come and save them. The plan worked and the townspeople loved the red Oni. Over time it was the blue Oni who became the town's mascot as his act of kindness had changed people's opinion about Oni in the first place. To the present day now and the blue Oni had decided that the time had come for him to return to the little town he remembered from that age long past... Takamatsu was the capital of Kagawa Prefecture, the smallest prefecture in Japan. Caitlin was living on the northern side of the island of Shikoku. She'd been working here for six months now teaching English and had settled in well. Her small flat overlooked the beach. The beach itself provided quite a view of the sunset and in the warm summer months a great place to sit and listen to music and think. On her way back from work, Caitlin passed by the cake shop by the station. The cupcakes always looked so tempting though she'd resisted buying some. Today was different and she bought a box of four to enjoy. To hell with dieting, you had to have some pleasures in life. Caitlin decided to take the scenic walk home for a change. Being cooped up in a stuffy classroom all day had left her feeling stifled. The high humidity of Japanese summer was a world away from the cold and damp of the UK. Though it had been hard work, she didn't miss London and its stressed-out way of life one bit. She was still getting used to the customs and quaint little ways of her neighbours. There had been a lot of talk about strange demons or ogres called Oni this week. Caitlin found the stories of these beings amusing but hadn't read too much into them. Walking through the park she passed the large stone Oni statue that had greeted her many times before and headed towards the river. She could smell the clean, refreshing scent of the water before she could see it, and then hear its gentle babbling voice just before it came into view. A peaceful sensation washed over Caitlin as she watched the river in its urgency, continuing down its path without cessation. She looked round. Unusual for this time of day, the park appeared to be completely deserted. In a sudden burst of spontaneity, she set the box of cupcakes down and kicked off her shoes, wading into the shallow water. She gasped at first at the frigid temperature, a prickling of goosebumps pimpling over her flesh at the unexpected cold. She shook her long blonde hair, took a few deep breaths as her body adjusted, giggling a little as her toes settled into the squishy black river mud and sent up little puffy clouds of debris that travelled down-stream and were washed away out of sight. A songbird broke into its chipper melody somewhere in the trees above her, and she looked up, a sincere smile slowly spreading itself across her lips. She waded a few feet over to a large, flat stone and sat down, feeling peaceful and content as the water rushed about her calves. There had not been a moment's peace since last weekend. She made a little game of sweeping her foot as rapidly as she could through the water and then kicking high, sending an arc of droplets through the air to land on the opposite bank, making a sound like rainfall as they hit the foliage. The river wasn't overly wide, and she laughed again, trying to beat her own record and make each splash of water travel further than the last. Sometimes you just had to let go and act like a kid again. A low growl pulled her from her reverie, and she stood up, startled, the water pooling on the surface of the rock as it dripped from her legs and the hem of her dress. She looked around her surroundings in apprehension, trying to still the flutter of her heart by insisting that it was only someone's dog she'd heard. It was then that she saw the Oni... He was kneeling at the bank on the other side of the river, and he was very still. Blue-skinned, white haired...it wasn't someone cosplaying but a real creature. She inhaled quickly, her hands flying to her mouth, frozen to the spot in sheer terror. "Oh my God...who...what the hell is that?" A small cry escaped her throat, and the Oni tilted his head to one side very slowly, almost as if in curiosity. I'm going to die, she thought, and the idea made her tremble. I'm going to die. Her breathing was rapid and tremulous, her hands quaking as she stared at the Oni that would be her killer, and he stared in return, like a great cat stalking its prey. Suddenly the nearby bird belted forth its jovial song once more, and for a split second the creature's eyes shifted upwards. In that moment, Caitlin found her courage, and her feet, and she turned, grabbed her shoes and ran as fast as she could towards the exit of the park. In her haste, she'd forgotten the box of cupcakes on the riverbank... She remained inside her locked apartment for the rest of the day, trying to comprehend what she'd seen earlier. That night Caitlin tossed and turned, restless on her bed, the humidity wasn't helping one bit and no matter how hard she tried, was unable to put the memories of the park out of her mind. A couple of hours had passed and an uneasy sleep had finally claimed her. However she was woken by a low scratching sound, like a dog's paws upon a hard floor. Caitlin sat bolt upright in bed, surprised that she was sheathed in a cold sweat. As her eyes adjusted to the inky darkness she froze in mortal fear. Something huge and hulking stood at the foot of her bed, looming over her. Caitlin opened her mouth to scream, but her scream died of fright before it even left her throat. She fumbled for the lightswitch, pressed it and was confronted with her intruder. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was the blue Oni. "No...no, please!" she pleaded, as he moved closer. She drew in a breath and looked up at him as he stopped in front of her. He towered over her by at least a good two feet, his massive black horns rivalling her entire arm in length. How the hell had he found her and managed to enter her flat? Supernatural abilities? She tried to disguise the fear in her eyes, but knew she did a poor job as such. Still, she squelched the fear in her belly as best as she could and addressed him. "Please...if you're going to kill me, do it quickly." The Oni lifted up the box he was holding, which she'd failed to notice until now. With a soft, growling noise, he placed it gently in front of her. She recognised it immediately as the box of cupcakes. "Oh...." With trembling fingers she opened the box and discovered that only one cupcake remained. "Is this to be my last meal before death?" she wondered. Suddenly the Oni extended reached out with one large, clawed hand, and she began to tremble. His hands were enormous, and could easily crush a man's skull in one palm. She clenched her eyes shut and braced herself for the blow she was sure to follow, one with perhaps enough power behind it to end her life. A gentle tickling sensation travelled the length of her arm, and she shivered, reopening her eyes and looking down to where the Oni had placed one finger at her shoulder and was now deftly tracing the delicate outline of her bicep. He made a series of what sounded like low guttural grunts, and it took her a moment to realize that he was chuckling. She moved her hand as his continued to travel the length of her arm, and she closed her fingers over his wrist as best as she could, given the width of arm was nearly twice of hers. A shudder went through him at her touch, and she could see his corded muscles ripple with sinew. His power was simultaneously frightening and beautiful, and Caitlin found that she couldn't take her eyes off him. He was incredibly rugged. A tiger-skin loincloth wound about his waist, falling almost to his knees, and his chest was bare. He wore thick gold bands round his wrists and ankles. He moved his hand again, towards her head, and lifted a lock of her pale gold hair in his palm, examining it closely, going so far as to sniff at it with his wide nostrils. Caitlin stumbled back in abrupt panic, withdrawing her hand and wondering if he intended to eat her after all. The Oni dropped the strand of her hair in apparent surprise, mouthing some grunts she didn't understand. "What do you want with me?" she stammered, wondering why he hadn't attacked her already. The Oni pointed to the cupcake and mouthed in barely audible speech, "Cake...good. Good offering. Oni enjoyed." Caitlin blinked. He thought the cupcakes she'd accidentally left behind had been an offering to him? Then she remembered how it was custom to leave little gifts at shrines. "D-didn't you want this last one?" she said. The Oni chuckled again. "We share...yes? I like." She nodded. She wasn't going to disagree with a seven foot ogre-like being. Maybe in sharing this cake her life would be spared. Was this some kind of test to see if she was of good character? Caitlin broke the cupcake in half. Her fear had destroyed any kind of appetite she possessed and the thought of eating the sugary treat made her feel nauseous. But she had no choice. With a trembling hand she offered him the other half of the cake. He took it gently from her hand and ate it quickly. She gritted her teeth and did the same. When they'd finished, the Oni took her hand again and she gulped, fearing what was to come next. I'm to be the second course. She thought. Then to Caitlin's great surprise, the Oni placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. She instantly blushed, feeling a sudden heat spread across her cheeks and into her ears. She opened her mouth as though to speak, but no words, not even a sound, came from her lips. The Oni looked up at her with a bashful grin, straightening but not letting go of her hand. It seemed to Caitlin that the deep blue of his face was tinted with a delicate shade of red as well. She realised her mouth was still hanging open in utter shock, and she closed it quickly. She felt his hand on her face, and he tilted her chin up gently to look him in the eye again. She marveled at the primitive beauty of him, the muscles that ran the length of his arms and legs, his chiselled abdominals and toned pectorals. Moved by her own fascination, she got out of bed and reached up. Even on her tiptoes, she couldn't make it to his face, but he understood her intention, and bent lower so that she might stroke his cheek. His hand explored her visage, running the length of her jaw line with a single finger, stopping at the tip of her chin before moving to brush aside her hair. She shivered as his digits ran through her tresses, a tremble of delight running the course of her spine and throughout her entire body, her flesh prickling at the sensuality of his touch. His fingers moved to her lips, and she exhaled a shuddering breath, her own hand resting against the side of his face. She interlaced the digits of her other hand with his, and she felt a delicious shudder travel through his body. He leaned in close to her face, and the thought of him wanting to eat her didn't even cross Caitlin's mind; after all, if he'd wanted to harm her, he would have done it by this point. She caught her breath as his lips closed over hers, and she almost pulled away, not so much out of fear, but for the fact that he was, of all things, an ogre. And yet, she found herself unable to resist, and she melted against him, kissing him back hesitantly at first, but growing more passionate as she realised just how right it felt to have their lips pressed together in that intoxicating and heated moment of affection. He moaned deep in the back of his throat, creating a gentle vibration against her mouth, and she snaked her arms about his torso. Her heart fluttered in her chest as the massive Oni leaned towards her, gently closing his lips over hers as his eyelids slid shut. This time she kissed him back boldly, and without hesitation. He lay back on the bed, pulling her down on top of him, throwing into sharp contrast how much smaller she really was than him. His hands encircled her tiny waist, their lips locked together in a passionate embrace. Caitlin felt as though the spark that had ignited within her at their first kiss had been fanned into an ill-controlled flame, and the fire threatened to consume her, yet still she kissed him, spurred on by his deep moans of pleasure as she slipped her tongue between his teeth to explore his mouth. His fingers grasped at her hair, holding her so tightly she thought she might break. She slithered down his torso, breathless with desire, found him erect and ready for her and was very grateful that he chose to wear only a loincloth. She hiked up the hem of her nightdress and moved her hips so that she was situated kneeling above him for one deliciously tentative moment, her thighs parted and ready to receive him, and then she lowered herself slowly onto his massive blue shaft. The Oni's eyes clenched shut and his jaw slackened, expelling a lustful groan of delight as she pushed him further inside her. He arched his back and pressed his hips into hers, his fingers clutching desperately at the cotton bedsheets and his entire body trembling. Caitlin too, realised that she was shaking, but she moved carefully, pleasantly surprised that all of his cock fit inside her. The Oni rocked himself into a seated position, and Caitlin leaned into him, the feel of him moving deep within her causing her breath to intensify all the more until she was practically gasping for air. She had never felt more aware of her own body, of the minute sensations that coursed through her veins like an electrical pulse each time he thrusted. His fingers clawed at her back, tearing the fabric of her nightdress as easily as though it were paper, exposing her milky shoulders and the tops of her breasts. Her own tiny hands clutched and scrabbled at the Oni's flesh, clinging on desperately as though the sheer ecstasy of making love to him would devour her whole. His thrusts were punctuated by lustful growls as he increased his speed, holding her tightly by the waist. Caitlin locked her slender legs around his torso, tossing her head back in ecstasy as she rode him. "Oh God," she whispered, her voice rising to a powerful cry as she felt herself approaching her peak. "Oh...yes ...!" Her orgasm burst forth like a tidal wave crashing over her and she screamed wildly in euphoria. Her blue lover rolled his head back into a great roar as he released into her, and then she collapsed over top of him, their bodies slick with sweat and their limbs trembling in the afterglow. She snuggled up beside him in the crook of his big arm, resting her head delicately against his shoulder before sinking into a deep sleep. The sun had already risen fairly high when Caitlin awoke. She felt simultaneously groggy and euphoric, as though she were still trapped in the throes of some happy dream. The Oni and events of last night. It had to have been a dream – right? Opening her eyes she noticed her torn nightgown, the empty cupcake box and felt a slight soreness between her thighs. Then she noticed the large gold bracelet on the pillow beside her. Her eyes widened as she picked it up. It was thick and heavy. It was one of the Oni's bracelets. A parting gift. She clutched it to her chest and flopped weakly against the pillow. It had been real after all. She tried read the kanji inscribed on the side of the bracelet as best she could. A random encounter will lead to many great things. Caitlin smiled as she took it all in. She wondered how many other human women had secretly "encountered" the Oni. Maybe she was the only one. Maybe this was just the start of many more encounters... Turning Japanese Then I dropped a little lower, flicking it with my tongue sending shivers through as her chest. She jumped at the action and rose into my mouth. Taking the cue, I dove into it, and the tempo of things rose back to the animalistic desires from the night before. Those same hands that were running through my hair just moments before were now dug into my scalp pulling me into her breast, suffocating me with it, wanting more. The light gasps that were coming from her lips were now becoming lustful pants. I finally removed myself from her breast and traced my way quickly down her stomach with my tongue, just stopping above her now soaking wet pussy to look up and grin before I continued. But I didn't dive right in, instead I felt like teasing her some more. I followed the length of her thigh with a light breeze from my pursed lips causing her to buck lightly, her hand in her mouth to muffle what was now becoming a more audible moan. I devoured her inner thighs kissing every last inch, as close as I could get to her sex without actually touching it. But it seemed she could take no more and grabbed the back of my head with her free hand and pulled me in, at first missing the mark as I entered her with my nose, but I managed to pull back just enough to find my angle. My tongue tasted her labia with unbridled ferocity, I was determined to find and torture every last pleasure sensor left on her body, as her bucking increased and she bit even harder into her hand to muffle a scream which would have waken the whole house. As I continued my barrage, I decided to go for the prize and pulled her clit into my mouth sucking on it hard, flicking it so hard with my tongue that I was actually giving myself a muscle cramp, all the while she was still bucking into me, her nails piercing my scalp as she dug in deeper, the muffled moans through her hand getting louder and louder and louder and.... She pulled me up and took control. Turning me over onto my back, she went down and nearly ripped my boxers from my body, and lowered herself onto my manhood before I had a chance to react. She was so tight. I had been with a virgin before, but this was something amazingly different, as she rose and fell on my blood-gorged penis, it felt like I was on drugs, she was so tight it was euphoric, but unlike a virgin she was also experienced which made it so much better. She had control of muscles within her that I didn't even know existed at that point. I was reeling in the experience but I wanted control again and flipped her back onto her back, in the process pulling out. I held myself up there for a moment, and looked deep within her eyes again, my body heaving and shaking from the sheer power of the moment, drenched in sweat, wanting to capture the moment. She looked back into my eyes and spoke just one word in Japanese: "Please.." Feeling the desperate longing once again in her voice I lowered myself back down on her and entered her nice and slow, allowing her to experience each and every inch until I was up to the hilt. And just as slowly I pulled it back, nearly out, to the head and in piston-like fashion kept doing this, picking up speed with each successive thrust, feeding her more and more of myself, leaning into her, taking her mouth to mine and resumed the attack, ravaging what should never have been mine and loving every second of it as I went in and out, in and out, In and Out. Her moans began to increase in volume and intensity with each stroke, and soon it would wake the neighbours yet alone the rest of the house. I hadn't thought about it in the heat of passion, but I was holding both of her hands over her head and as such she had nothing to bite into, so finally when she couldn't take it anymore she bit into my shoulder as I continued to pound her, getting ever closer to that final climax. I couldn't feel that pain of her teeth, only how good I felt at that moment. I let go of her arms, and used one arm to hold myself up while I slid the other under the arch of her back, pulling her up slightly as I continued to thrust harder and faster still, and just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, my body let go, filling her womb with my love juices and collapsed in complete exhaustion by her side. With both of us and the sheets completely soaked, I smiled at her and kissed her forehead gently. We laid there for a couple of minutes basking in what had just happened, what we had just done, lost in our stolen moment. However, she had no choice but to go; it was getting really late and she needed to crawl into bed with her husband just a couple of meters away, to make sure we didn't get caught. I remained awake for another hour or so after she left, allowing myself to take in what just happened and settle a bit, and then I finally passed out for the night. The next morning, I actually got up on time for school, had a shower and ran downstairs with a huge smile on my face. Most of the family was getting ready to leave and even Otoosan was still there because he had no deliveries that day. Okaasan was finishing the bento boxes for everyone like usual. When it came to mine, I walked over to her, said good morning, and flashed a little grin. As I looked down at my lunch, I saw large bandage covering her left hand. She told everyone that she had slipped with the knife when she was preparing the morning breakfast. No one questioned her about it, why would they? But I knew how she injured her hand. She grinned back as if to say, "We'll do it again sometime."