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Most people will only encounter two or three yōkai throughout their lives. Usually, this was considered a good thing.

Maybe you’d wake up one night being strangled by your own vengeful futon, or suffer food shortages as a woman with a second mouth on the back of her head cleared out your village’s larders. For the most part, though, as long as you made your offerings to the kami and abided by the local superstitions, you wouldn’t have too many problems with malevolent entities. You might run into friendly spirits, even, but these are quite rare. To befriend a yokai was almost unheard of.

Hosokawa knew he was the exception to this and, roughly, a hundred other rules. A peasant who grew into a powerful warrior; an outlaw who turned into a force of justice; a single samurai who brought about the collapse of an entire clan; and most stunningly, the closest companion to a kitsune, among the most conniving and treacherous of all the yōkai. It was the sort of tale the lute priests would trip over themselves to sing about, but unfortunately, Hosokawa was quite a private man, and had no interest in his exploits being remembered by history.

Besides, he didn’t feel like he was befriending some legendary creature. It felt more like taming the wiles of an oversized, rebellious housecat.

“No! Chiharu! Stop this at once! Spit him out this instant!”

Ten minutes ago, he was having a spirited conversation with a noble daimyo with pockets as loaded as his ego. Ten seconds ago, he was watching said nobleman be reduced to a wriggling, squirming bulge in the massive taut, fluffy neck of a smug kitsune, disappearing behind the furry scruff of her neck with a wet glooorrrp. Now, she was belching in his face, maw stretched wide to show the man was long gone, her paunch bouncing as it ballooned out with a few extra pounds of fat, her huge, powerful stomach instantly processing an entire human like a sugar cube dropped in a stream.

Oh, Chiharu… with a friend like her, who needs enemies?

Most people would be brought to their knees by the awe of gazing upon her. After all, the kitsune did strike an imposing figure, the four-legged fox standing at eye level with him, at least when she lowered her head to be level with her haunches. Yet as impressive as her height was, her width put it to shame; her, ahem, rump was her most proud and prominent feature, padded out to unbelievable proportions with hips wider than he was tall, feet-thick layers of sheer adipose tissue wobbling and bouncing about with every tiny movement she made. Her belly was no slouch, either; even though she stood at 6 feet tall, it grazed the ground beneath her, swaying about like a hammock and noisily sloshing as she walked. It was hard to believe under all that soft, cozy pudge was a powerful chamber trained to perfection to digest humans with supernatural efficiency.

It was not the only thing supernatural about her. The speed and grace with which she moved was unmatched by any mortal creature, and given her sheer height and weight, it should defy all laws of physics - how can a creature so fat hop about as if she weighed less than a feather? And she bore no ordinary coat, but rather one dominated by an ivory white which shimmered like jewels beneath the sun, accentuated by highlights of gold which matched her eyes. Behind her, not one but four mystical tails swayed, each at least the size of a grown man. Indeed, when they first met, even the stoic samurai couldn’t help but be awed and humbled by her powerful, mystical aura.

But now, after weeks of traveling together, it had all become hopelessly mundane to him. Hosokawa glared, deeply unimpressed as the hulking kitsune before him flashed a toothy grin. “You’ll have to ask again later! I don’t think there’s very much left in there to spit out, by now,” She tilted her head. “Why? A friend of yours?”

He scowled. “Do not play dumb with me, Chiharu. Your senses outmatch any human’s. You know who that was.” He sighed, bowing his head and resting upon a stone. He’d been yearning to be accepted by a lord, to finally have a stable income for himself and his son. “I was so close to finally being accepted by a master. We were just about to put it in writing… and then, of course, you appeared. As you always do..”

Her voice is deep and scratchy, in that uncanny valley between human and beast, “Awww! Is the wittle baby going to cry?” She mocked, her expression one of unbearable smugness. “Going around begging for a master is so unbecoming of you, you know. I thought you were a free man at heart. For what reason could you possibly want to wait on some blowhard nobleman hand and foot?”

He was just about to respond when, suddenly, one of those massive paws hooked around his shoulder. In a moment, his upper half was pressed against the giant tuft of fox fluff she boasted on her chest, his lower half enveloped somewhat by the doughy softness of her belly. In no mood for such cuddling, he struggled against her grip. “Unhand me.”

She utterly ignored him. “Is it the money? It’s the money, isn’t it?” She rolled her eyes. “Do you know how many riches I’ve hoarded away that I have no use for? If wealth is what you need, you need look no further. Just think of me as, say, your new, giant, fluffy mother. I provide for you, and in return, I get more massages from those magical hands of yours.”

He raised a brow. “That isn’t even what sons do. That’d be… weird. Now unhand me, I said!” At last, he broke free from her grip, now glaring her down with arms crossed. “You know what else is unbecoming? Jealousy. If you’re attempting to court me, there are better ways than devouring anyone I ever speak to.”

There was a silence. Chiharu stared at him, doe-eyed… before flopping over on her back, consumed by a sudden fit of laughter which sounded just as bestial as her voice, almost like gekkering. “You - I - romance - khe! Khekhekhekhe!” She laughed for what felt like minutes on end, belly sloshing back and forth as she rolled about on her back. “Oh, you flatter yourself too much, Hoso! I mean, you’re more entertaining than most of your pitiful species, but you’re still a human! To court you would be like courting an ant! No, no. You are merely an oddity, a trifling little plaything I shall amuse myself with until your novelty wears off.” An experienced master of deception, she actually managed to sound somewhat convincing. Still, he knew her well enough to detect when her confidence was wavering. And right now, it sounded less like she was trying to persuade him and more like she was trying to convince herself.

In response, he only nodded. “Mhmm. Whatever you say.”

She paused her exaggerated laughing fit, glaring up at him. Her eyes narrowed. “You sound like you don’t believe me.”

Despite himself, the edges of his lips curled up into a sly smirk. “What is it you once said? ‘It is human nature to be deceived’? Then deceive me.” He crossed his arms, looking mighty smug. “Go ahead. I’m waiting.”

Chiharu was at a loss for words. She wasn’t in control of this conversation, and that was a feeling she never enjoyed. “You… try my patience! Need I remind you that it is only due to my mercy that you are currently my companion, and not my chair?” Her threat earned no reaction from him. Frustration welled in her breast, and she turned away from him with a haugh hmph! “Very well, then. I suppose I won’t invite you along to the nōgaku performance I was here to attend in the first place.” With that, she turned and began trotting away, head held high, waiting for Hosokawa to call after her.

But… he didn’t.

She made it halfway down the rural road before she began to get concerned, stopping to look back over her shoulder at him. “Really? You won’t take me up on my offer?”

He shrugged. “Didn’t sound like an offer, to my ears. Besides, what would be in it for me?”

Her first instinct was to feign indignity. “What!? Do you not know what nōgaku is? It is the pinnacle of art, theater, and spirituality, you cultureless-“ But the look of complete disinterest on his face disarmed her. He knew her too well. All of her manipulation tactics had failed.

All she could do was lower her head… and humble herself. “I mean… it’s just… really good. And I think you’d like it. I mean, it’s not like I’d mind going alone and all! But I just feel that-“ Her voice lowered as she dropped the stuck-up persona, now quiet, sincere, and a bit nervous, as if fearing rejection.

That was all Hoso needed to hear: her speaking with at least a semblance of humility and respect. She was rewarded with a reassuring hand coming to rest on her fluffy shoulder, and a smile on his face. “Say no more. I would love to attend this play with you, Chiharu.”

She smiled lightly, and for a moment, they shared a genuine, mutual understanding.

After a second, however, Chiharu reverted right back to her pompous, self-absorbed affectation.“You presume I’d even invite you! Hmph! It’s a classy and intellectual event, you know, not fit for for such simpletons as yourself. But, if you want to be culturally enriched, then… I suppose, as a sheer act of charity from the kindness of
my heart, I shall allow you the honor of accompanying me.” He sighed, but still followed as he trotted along following her. Oh well, he thought. It was nice while it lasted.

Sometimes he marveled at how he ended up friends with a kitsune. He’d admired the beasts of legend since he was a boy, but then he thought they’d be beacons of civility, intelligence and sophistication - nothing like the huge, pudgy sideshow of crudeness, gluttony and deceit that trotted alongside him now. Call it proof of the old cliche: never meet your heroes. He tolerated her appetite only because he knew she was not really killing anybody; merely packing their souls onto her curvy figure, to be released at her leisure.

Still, he was, deep down, admittedly rather excited. He would watch kabuki plays often as a peasant boy, but noh plays were intended for nobles far above his station.

Chiharu preferred to strut around in her full beast form at most times, smirking devilishly at astonished passersby with a look that said ‘no one will ever believe you’. As they approached the theater, though, her body morphed effortlessly, and in seconds a young human woman was walking alongside him in her place.

Still, anyone who knew her would recognize that signature look in her glowing yellow eyes, even in her human disguise. Her long blonde hair waved down her back and glittered as if made of solid gold, and her overall pear-shaped figure was dominated by chubby potbelly and pillowy breasts which were impressive in size, but not impossible… unlike her rear.

Her ass had to be half as wide in this form, being supported by half as many legs, yet it still strained at outrageous proportions against her shiny white yukata - aka bathrobes, made for sweating at an onsen or partying at a festival, a strange, informal, and revealing choice of outfit that earned her many sideways glances when she paraded them down the street. Not that she noticed, nor cared. Most people were probably just wondering if she’d hidden two big balloons under her robes, since no ass that huge and wobbly should be biologically possible.

It was a sight that Hosokawa had grown used to with exposure, yet still, he could feel his cheeks flush watching her robes ride into the deep crack between those bouncing cheeks. “Where do you keep these tickets of yours anyway? I don’t see any pockets on you,” he asked. She replied only with a knowing smirk. “… you didn’t actually purchase any tickets, did you?”

She cackled. “Of course not! Who are these pitiful little nobles to think they can guard the gates of fine art against those lacking the capital to attend it?”

He blinked. “Lacking the…? Chiharu, you are wealthy beyond the wildest dreams of mortals. Emperors would dock ships overflowing with gold upon your shores for a mere fraction of the magical trinkets you so frivolously hoard. You could afford to buy a hundred tickets for every person in Japan.”

“Yes, well, it’s a matter of principle!” She pouted, stomping her foot. “Besides, if they want to bar entry to the plebeians, they should have lined up better security. Here, watch, it’s simple.”

A line had formed before the guards at the door of the theater, yet Chiharu dodged it completely, sneaking around the side to where the window to a dressing room had been left ajar. The problem with her plan should’ve been immediately obvious, yet somehow didn’t strike her until she was crawling through the window, cackling proudly… only to suddenly stop halfway through. She looked back, and realized, to no surprise, that her ass had gotten wedged in the window.

Even in her human form, her hips were a solid foot too wide to have hope of squeezing through the thin window, its frame squishing down the sides of her buttcheeks from either angle, digging into the softness of her pudge. Hosokawa couldn’t help but blush at the way that ass bounced and jostled about as she impotently kicked and struggled. “Uuugh! Humans and their stupid, useless windows! Give me a hand, will you, dearest?” She asked in a sing-song voice. Of course, Hosokawa thought. I swear she does this on purpose. She giggled as she felt his hands brace against her fat cheeks, sinking past his wrists into her doughy pudge like quicksand as he pushed with all his might. “Careful not to get lost back there, Hoso! I don’t know if I’ll be able to retrieve you if you slip a little… too deep.”

“Uuurghh… silence, you…!” He groaned, panting and straining as he pushed with all his might, the wall creaking around her oversized rear. “Mmphh, hhhhnnnggh… huah!”

Hosokawa was starting to suspect it’d be impossible to fit an ass so huge through a window so small… and he was right. She was only freed from her predicament when he pushed so hard, the entire window frame gave way! With a resounding crash, a huge chunk of the wall was rippled away, as the entire window collapsed and Chiharu was left amid a pile of broken wooden shards. The fact she just destroyed half a wall with the width of her hips alone seemed disturbingly commonplace to her. “Oh well. At least I have provided the local craftsmen an opportunity for work. Creating jobs… I truly am a hero, aren’t I? Khehehe!” She let out that familiar raspy laugh as she proceeded deeper into the building, and Hosokawa begrudgingly followed, regretting having ever agreed to this.

The inside, beyond the prying eyes of the peasant class, was opulent and regal. Rows and rows of nobles sat along the kensho overlooking the ornately decorated honbutai stage. Hoso felt nervous when he noticed every seat was already taken… but Chiharu just casually sashayed up to an aristocratic couple in the back corner. “Good afternoon, ma’am! I’m afraid you seem to be sitting in our seats. Would you mind moving somewhere else?”

The fairer half of the couple guffawed, turning up her nose at the unkempt girl in the bathrobes. “Of course we’d mind! We paid good money for these seats! If you don’t have seats assigned, clearly, you aren’t supposed to be here. Aren’t those useless guards supposed to be keeping the peasant riffraff out of here?”

She was so absorbed in berating Chiharu, she didn’t notice one of her tails starting to form, a huge pillar of fluff unfurling behind her… and picking the noblewoman’s pocket. Chiharu smirked as she held up the couple’s tickets. “I think you have it backwards, ma’am. These seats are ours, and we have the tickets to prove it. Do you?”

The noblewoman gasped. “You… you treacherous pickpocket! What do you take us for, imbeciles? You think we’re fools who can be tricked out of getting what we are due!?” She turned towards the door. “Guards! Guards! Come, oust this thief - mph!” She was interrupted by Chiharu grabbing her from behind, clapping a hand over her mouth as her tails furled around the couple… as the kitsune’s eyes glew a deep gold.

They squirmed against the vice grip of her tails, but even a trained warrior would find them inescapable, much less two out-of-shape nobles. Hosokawa watched, slack-jawed, as for a moment, it looked like the two nobles were being absorbed by her tails, or vaporized, or enveloped, or - wait, no, they were being shrunk! Only their robes were left at a regular size, as the nobles themselves were shrunken to the size of childrens’ dolls in a matter of seconds. High-pitched voices rang out as the inches-tall nobles stood on their chair, marveling in disbelief at the massive world around them… only to be treated to the most terrifying sight of all: Chiharu’s massive ass looming right over them!

Even at regular size, her ass was imposing; shrunken, each cheek must look like a mountain! Hosokawa couldn’t help but wince in pity for the couple as Chiharu casually pomfed herself on her chair, rump wobbling as she settled, completely burying the duo under her curvy body. He knew not whether they were squished beneath her mountaineous cheeks, or jammed up into the space where her robe rode into her canyon of a buttcrack. He didn’t know which option was worse. “Looks like these were our seats after all!” She giggled, clearly proud of herself. “Oh, don’t give me that look! You asked me to stop devouring you humans so frequently… so I didn’t eat these ones! See, aren’t I making progress?”

“Chiharu…” He let out a long, exasperated sigh. “I only wanted to watch a simple play with you. Why does it feel like I cannot take you anywhere without becoming an unwitting accomplice to your innumerable crimes?”

She shrugged, patting the freshly emptied seat beside her. “Because you are my partner in crime, silly, whether you like it or not. Now get cozy! The show’s just about to begin!”

Before he knew it, preternaturally skilled actors took the stage in ornate masks and costumes as dazzling as the sun itself. Antsy as he was, Hosokawa still managed to settle in and let himself stoically enjoy the nogaku’s performances. It was composed of many comedic kyogen interludes breaking up the more dramatic chapters of the overarching narrative. Dialogue was sparse, avoided in favor of brilliant interpretive dances, backed by a masked woman on a shamisen leading a band of koto and taiko players, their tranquil music saying more than words ever could. Still, it left the plot a bit unclear. From what Hosokawa could tell, it seemed to be the story of the rise and fall of a mad, tyrannical empress.

The climax of the play was the moment the empress herself finally made an appearance, descending down as if from the heavens to execute a prisoner who had dared to question her perfection. Her outfit was the most impressive of all, crowned by an awe-inspiring jūnihitoe from the days of yore, a rainbow tapestry borne of the finest fabrics being worked by the most skilled hands in all Japan. But Hosokawa couldn’t help but notice something… off about her. She was too perfect. Skin too smooth, figure too perfect, each contour sculpted as if molded from clay by a creative hand rather than the cruel dice of chance. In fact… it was the exact same sort of feeling he got whenever he looked at Chiharu.

She walked as if weightless before an empty stockade, before turning her attention up to the crowd directly. Through her mask, she glanced over the sea of faces, before eventually settling on Chiharu, and pointing. The kitsune gasped. “Me? Really!?” She clapped her hands over her mouth and started jumping in place. “Ohmygosh yes yes yes yes!” Hosokawa was a little confused (was audience participation even a thing in noh plays?), but couldn’t help but be charmed by her childlike excitement. It took a few moments for Chiharu to compose herself and join the ‘empress’ on the stage. “Okay, um, uh… ahem!”

She took her place, eagerly resting her head upon the executioners stone and playing the part of the doomed prisoner. Hosokawa grinned a bit, happy to see her so excited about something other than thievery and mischief. But he couldn’t help but notice something seemed… off. The way the empress’ sword shone in the sun. The weight it had in her hand. He could instantly tell it was no mere prop. To him, the most devout blade fanatic in the country, it was unmistakable.

She was wielding a real sword.

CHING!

A dazzling, blinding explosion of sparks flew as their swords collided. The ‘empress’ was just swinging down her blade to behead her easy victim when Hosokawa appeared between them seemingly faster than any human should be able to move, his teeth grit, one hand on the handle and the other bracing his blade as he blocked her sword with his own.

Chiharu blinked, confused, oblivious to how close she came to decapitation. Meanwhile, the ‘empress’ only grimaced, disappointed to have her plan foiled by the sudden interloper. She broke their bind, leaping backwards with superhuman agility and sheathing her blade. “Hmph. I know not who you are. Just know that you are interfering in the service of justice!” She growled in a low voice from behind her mask. “This creature you are defending is the culprit of countless evils. This is your sole chance to step aside before I consider you complicit in her crimes.”

At the sound of her voice, Chiharu groaned. “Oh, by the gods, not her again…”

Hosokawa glanced over his shoulder at her. “You know this woman?”

The ‘empress’ laughed, removing her mask to reveal her more chiseled, angular face beneath, pure white hair with blue highlights running over her shoulders. Just like Chiharu, her features were utterly faultless… almost uncannily so. “Know me? Aha! She knows me in the same way the highwayman ‘knows’ the executioner’s blade; she fears me… just as all the yokai scum of Japan fear the burning hand of retribution,” she chanted, clenching a fist. “Just as the worm lives in fear of the bird or the grain lives in fear of the farmer’s scythe, these damnable apparitions strain beneath the weight of the terror that they may one day be visited by the upshot of their own vile misdeeds-“

“You see what I must put up with? She always launches into these lengthy rambles which never make a single sliver of sense.” Chiharu buried her face in her hands. “Are you trying to bore me to death, Murasaki? If so, it’s the first tactic you’ve ever tried that’s actually working.”

“Uurgh! Enough of this!” The strange woman grit her teeth. “So you stand in the path of justice? So be it!” She readied for battle, a bow materializing in her hands in a flash of light. He recognized it as a hama yumi, a mystical bow blessed by a priest and imbued with immense holy power; its arrow, the hama ya, glew brightly as if shimmering in the dazzling sun. To the good, it is utterly harmless… but to the wicked, its arrows hit like a train and sear like molten lead, and always aim true. He’d like to think he’s safe, but honestly, he’s unsure.

By now, the noble crowd and other performers had long taken to evacuating the building, fleeing and screaming… and just in time, too, for the bow’s heavenly arrows were absolutely devastating, releasing shockwaves of force wherever they impacted! He was too fast for her to land a hit on, but then again, she too completely evaded him… so the surrounding theater soaked up most of the damage. It looked like someone had taken up a sledgehammer and went to town on the place with reckless abandon. Her arrows had lit up the very scaffolding with holy fire, platinum white flames shimmering as they licked the air. The foundations creaked and groaned, as if the whole building might collapse in on itself.

He was a speedy dodger… but while her stamina seemed functionally infinite, he was only mortal, and eventually exhausted. It only took one momentary lapse of concentration for an arrow to be sent hurtling towards his chest! He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the embrace of death… only to feel nothing, but the shockwaves sent out as the arrow smashed against the wall behind him. It had passed straight through him!

The entire battle slowed to a pause. The strange woman stared at him, doe-eyed and dumbfounded. “You are… pure of heart? No… that’s impossible.”

He snuck out a sigh of relief. Perhaps he could press this advantage. “I’m afraid it is. I believe we are more alike than you know, stranger. Perhaps we don’t have to fight?” For a moment, he actually seemed to be causing her to hesitate. But, martial arts nerd that he was, he couldn’t help but fanboy over her talent. “I must say, your speed is very impressive. I see you are versed in the shomen no kamae style of kyudo-”

“Silence! Do not condescend to me, human!” She grit her teeth, her bow evaporating in her hands as she once more drew her sword. If holy damage could not harm him, steel would. “I know not how you survived my hama yumi… but it proves nothing! You have clearly strayed down the path of darkness!”

He raised a brow at that. “Human?” That was certainly an odd thing to call a member of your own species. But she charged forwards before he could question it. He ran a hand over his sword, whispering an incantation and leaving little blue lightning bolts running over its surface. With that, the game was afoot.

It was clear she was more well-practiced with her bow than her sword. With the former, he’d always dodged death by a hair’s breadth; but up close, while she would seem superhuman to most, her footwork and parries were almost sloppy in comparison to his. He had an opening to cut her throat then and there, if he wished… but instead opted to wind her with a bash of the butt of his sword, and hook his blade around her’s, sending her wakizashi flying across the room.

He expected her to accept defeat. But instead, her eyes pierced him, fiery with pure rage as she charged forwards… and her human form began to fade away. In a flurry of colors and movements, the woman he’d known had vanished… replaced with a great beast, a towering tiger!

Its eyes were balls of pure, glowing blue, its fur white as the snow as it lunged toward him. It was exactly as he’d feared: she was a yokai! “Oh, by the gods, another one?” That was the only thing he could say before the great tiger’s jaws closed around his blade… and shattered it into tiny shards!

This was clearly the form in which she was most comfortable doing battle. Hosokawa tried his best to scramble away, but the great tiger’s onslaught was relentless, and every scratch she managed sapped his strength. “Chiharu! S-she’s too powerful! You must assist me!”

Chiharu, of course, had been sitting her fat ass up in the rafters the whole time, enjoying the spectacle from above while filing her nails. “Khehehe! But why would I ever do such a thing? This is such an entertaining show! Why, it’s even better than the plays!”

“Damn it, Chiharu!” Even with a sword, he wouldn’t have stood a chance. Without one, it was only a foregone conclusion he’d end up pinned to the ground by a massive, heavy paw crushing his chest, staring right into the glowing balls of rage staring back at him. He held his breath, time standing still… until the beast’s immense jaws slowly yawned open. “No!”

Chiharu only cackled. “Oooh, this is getting good.”

This was not Hosokawa’s first time being devoured. Chiharu had practically made a game of it, swallowing him whenever he annoyed her, or pleased her, or flattered her, or simply existed in her presence while she was hungry. But hers was a more refined and doting style, teasing and tasting him as he went down with such gentleness that getting eaten was almost bearable. This tiger was just the opposite; for the first time, Hosokawa was being devoured by a predator who lacked a shred of love for him, seeing him only as an morsel that needs to be packed away. She was rough and ruthless, the huge paw on his chest choking the breath from him as his heart was lodged dispassionately into that waiting maw, his gasps for air met only with her hot slobber and steaming, meaty breath billowing up from that throat, which was a glowing cyan.

He pounded his fists impotently against the sides of her jaws, as if to lodge a formal complaint at his displeasure as his head and shoulders were roughly shoved past those sharp fangs. They were slanted inwards, he found, to let prey pass through whole, but jab those who tried to escape the way they came in. This meant, once his chest had entered, it was already game over for him; he couldn't back out without getting poked in the ribs, and even if he could, the sides of her jaws were already pinning his arms to his sides. All he could do was to endure and try to find any way to make this process more bearable. Meditation, perhaps? But with the sheer searing heat inside her throat, the tumultuous drool and slobber coating his face, it was impossible to clear his mind. Especially when those throat muscles clamped down around his head like a steel vice!

She paused and leaned in, concentration on her face as her cheeks bulged with him, twisting her head around to try and get a good angle. Once she found it, she pumped her head forwards with steady glrk, glrk, glrks to slowly inch him deeper until her throat until it finally had a steady grip on him. By the time she finally removed her huge paw from his chest, he’d been halfway reduced to a writhing bulge in her fluffy neck, his face pressing out from beneath all that fur in an embarrassingly panicked manner. At last his body was slid out from beneath her, now a pair of legs kicking futilely in the air, and a couple hands pinned to the sides of his waist, wriggling uselessly.

She took no time to savor him, as if more enacting a prison sentence than enjoying a meal. The hard part finished, all she had to do was lean her head back to condemn to the same depths that have entrapped countless evildoers before him. The bulge of him disappeared behind the thick fluff of her chest, and eventually migrated to her belly proper, which was so big he didn’t even make a bulge, aside from the occasional hand or foot print when he pushed out in rebellion against his prison. Besides that, the only sign he was in there was the noisy glooorps or shlooorps as her stomach strained and stressed to stretch out around its new contents, as the food already inside sloshed about to make way for her prisoner.

She held her maw open towards the skies as those wriggling feet vanished slowly down that dark, squeezing tunnel, only closing it with a lick of her lips once he was all the way inside, now sealed totally within the darkness and heat of her body. With Chiharu, this would normally be where the journey ended, as he would be digested before he even knew what was happening. But the tiger’s digestive system was a lot slower, and he could do nothing but endure it as he was pressed in tight to that steaming sauna, nostrils stung by the miasma of countless meals that had spent all day digesting in that bubbling cauldron. For the first time in his life, Hosokawa actually wished he was inside Chiharu’s stomach. Compared to this, it was merciful!

Meanwhile, the feline just took a moment to catch her breath, closing her eyes as if acclimating herself to the moving meal inside of her. She clearly wasn’t as used to it as the kitsune was. But eventually, her meal was all settled, a moment heralded with an echoing…

BbbbrrruuuUUUAAAaarrrppp!

She beat a paw against her chest as she let out that massive belch, releasing the noxious stomach air that had been displaced by his imprisonment. “Prepare to face justice within my belly, evildoer.” She growled, bitterly. With that, Hosokawa fell to the back of her mind, merely another agent of evil for her stomach to extinguish. Her focus returned to Chiharu, her eyes scanning the burning, crumbling theater. “Now, fox-beast! Where did you abscond to!?”

From everywhere and nowhere, there came a raspy laughter. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out!” Chiharu’s voice echoed against the walls, as if coming from all directions.

The feline spun around, checking every corner, gritting her teeth. “Curse you! Reveal yourself, now! I demand you face me in honorable combat!”

Another laugh. “Why would I do that when I know you’ll just kick my ass? See, that’s the problem with both you and my dear Hosokawa. You’re both so obsessed with fighting ‘fair’, you fail to realize the true benefits of…” By the time the tiger noticed Chiharu lunging down at her from the ceiling, it was too late. She’d already been struck by a tiny, sharp pain in the back. “… cheating!”

Chiharu lands with an agile somersault like a proper gymnast, and the enraged tiger tries to pounce on her… only to stand in place, ramshod. Her heart sank. No matter how hard she tried, she simply could not will a single muscle in her body to just move! She was paralyzed! “Uurgh! W-what have you done to me!?”

Now that the massive tiger was helpless, Chiharu was free to strut circles around her, bending over to playfully boop her on the nose. “Are you aware of the kisha pressure point right between your shoulder blades? All it takes is the thinnest needle in the exact right spot to steal away one’s control over their own body,” she taunted. “I have no end to these tricks, you know. Why do you keep trying to kill me? You know it will end in humiliation, time after time. Your insistence on ‘fairness’ and ‘honor’ just makes it too easy. I say you, like all non-kitsunes, would be wise to give up and learn your place beneath us.”

Lost in her futile attempts to move her paralyzed frame, the feline didn’t notice Chiharu coyly hiking up her skirt… until her wide ass was taking up the beast’s entire field of vision! “In fact… why don’t I give you a ‘hands-on lesson’ in that right now?”

It was an experience many people would pay a fortune for, to have their face buried deep between those massive cheeks like perfect marshmallow pillows, forming perfectly to her sittee like memory foam… but the tigress was too blinded by indignity and hatred to stop to appreciate the comfiness. Her only goal was to use what little bodily control she could muster to try desperately to avoid that puckered hole that loomed just inches from her face… a futile gesture, as Chiharu only had to ground her ass back and forth, those cheeks bouncing and jiggling with every steady movement, to force her snout deeper and deeper until it was humiliatingly squashed right against the kitsune woman’s asshole, much to Chiharu’s delight.

Inbetween little giggles and moans of pleasure, Chiharu was sure to taunt and torment the tigress as much as she possibly could. “Khehehehe! Still believe I ‘fear’ you like the bird fears the… eskimo or whatever you said? You hardly look like a beacon of justice when you’re up to your shoulders in my ass crack, hmm? You should be honored, really, that a perfect, superior kitsune is doing you the service of enveloping you in her perfect derriere.” She punctuated her point by reaching back and groping her ass cheeks with her hands, squashing them together on either side of the helpless tigress’ frame. “You know, every assassination attempt of yours always ends in the same way. It almost makes me believe you enjoy this. If all you truly want is a faceful of my tush, you know, all you ever had to do was ask, darling. I say you’d make a perfect servant to add to my collection~”

Every grind backwards mashed her face up against the kitsune’s hole with a little more force than the last, and it was only obvious something had to give. Eventually, Chiharu pressed backwards with all her might… and let out a shuddering moan, tongue rolling out in bliss as she felt her pucker finally give and allow the feline’s entire, massive head to slip inside with a wet sllrrrp! “Ooooh~!” Chiharu paused there for a moment, shivering with the pleasure, rolling and swaying her hips to make sure that her foe’s head was firmly secured inside of her depths. She laughed as she looked down at the pitiful, helpless beast beneath her, giving her own ass cheek a slap to send wobbles through the fat that would soon include her nemesis. “Eager to get all tucked away, are we? Well, I’d be remiss if I didn’t give you what you were hoping for. Never say I’m anything but a generous soul!”

Further grinding sent the beast’s shoulders into her, but it couldn’t work her any deeper. So, she transitioned to a different tactic. She stood, cooing as the feline was forced to bend with her movement, the fur tickling the insides of her bowels as she lifted herself and forced the tigress into a sitting position… before lifting off her feet, and letting gravity slam her ass back down to the ground! It landed with enough force to crack the floor boards beneath her, send her cheeks wobbling for minutes on end… and of course, thrust the tigress’ entire torso into her all at once! Chiharu’s scream of bliss echoed throughout the burning theater as a squirming bulge pressed out against her taut belly. “Aaahhhmmmfffuuck~!”

She wished she could take her time, savor this ass toy of hers all day long… but she could tell the tigress’ paralysis was wearing off, and while the slight squirms felt wonderful at the moment, she knew it wouldn’t be long until they elevated into full-on thrashing. She had to have this glorified housecat packed away as soon as possible. So, she lifted herself up onto her hands and knees, as if bowing - something she’d never done before, because who could possibly be worthy of her respect? - with her ass up in the air, the feline’s fat haunches still poking out between her own. It would’ve been a funny sight to an outsider, one fat ass poking out from between the cheeks of a yet larger derriere… but with a single slrrrrppp, assisted by the dogged pulling of gravity, the feline’s ass and legs were pulled into that darkness, Chiharu’s doughy cheeks tensing and flexing as she relentlessly clenched her bowels to seal her rival away.

Meanwhile, Hosokawa found himself stuffed inside the digestive systems of not just one, but two gluttonous yokai girls, like the smallest unit of a Matryoshka doll. Not even the strongest man could survive such an experience for long; soon, his head was swimming due to the extreme heat and crushing squeeze, and the encroaching darkness engulfed him…

… until, in an instant, he popped back into reality.

It seemed that, even through the tiger’s belly, Chiharu had managed to capture his soul within her. Now reformed, he was greeted by a quite dismal sight. The theater was a mess, chairs flipped and rafters splitting as the holy fire tore in to its creaking foundation. But the fires didn't seem to dare encroach within a ten meter radius of Chiharu, so Hosokawa nervously stuck beside her.

Speaking of Chiharu… well, she was quite the sight. Seeing the belly of a bestial kitsune bloated with prey, well, that was one thing. But she was in her human form now, albeit with her fox-like ears, tails and whiskers. To behold what looked like a human woman boasting a massive, bulging belly bigger than herself… it absolutely astounded Hosokawa! She didn’t seem to be quite enjoying the experience, however, groaning and panting as she gripped her belly on either side, wincing at the feeling of the massive prey wriggling and scratching about deep within her winding bowels. “Mmmmppph… uuuurrp… uuugh, even in my rear end, she’s being a nuisance…” She huffed, quickly tiring of the struggles within her ass. “Could you be a dear and offer me those skilled hands of yours? ‘No’ is not a valid answer, by the way.”

He’d massaged every inch of her before, be it in her kitsune or her demihuman forms. But never had he laid his hands on that smooth, shiny flesh while it was bulging with prey beneath, stretching to degrees that violated all laws of biology. He shuddered at the feeling as his palms rested against it. It was deeply unnatural… yet he rubbed it still, kneading his thumbs into its surface as it always had, feeling the tense skin relax beneath his fingers. “I… had assumed your body could process anything,” he muttered, astounded. “I’ve seen it melt through steel armor in seconds.”

Burps escaped from her lips as she leaned back and ran her hands over her smooth gut, taking firm grips of the sides and shaking it all to and fro, as if taking glee in the wet, noisy sloshes. “Because you pitiful little humans and your armaments are so soft and frail. It should be obvious that the divine stomach of a superior creature can digest you in a matter of instants! A primordial yōkai like herself, on the other hand… that is a different matter. This is the worst thing about this prude: she isn’t even fun to eat! She is, quite literally, nothing but a pain in my ass.” Chiharu groaned, her belly glooorsching outwards as it squished over her lap as she leaned back. A paw print could be seen from under that perfect, smooth skin, as the feline tried to claw her way to freedom, causing Chiharu to flinch and lurch forwards.“Uuurgh! Got me right in the pancreas…!”

The process seemed to take forever, Chiharu shuddering as her bowels squeezed and shlorped the tiger slowly up through her system, pumping her past her rectum into her large intestine, and then her small. But those winding tunnels of bowels went on and on, and the feline had to endure quite the journey, being relentlessly squeezed by Chiharu’s bowel muscles all the while. “She’s working through my large intestine now. Even she won’t stand a chance at enduring my stomach proper.” Eventually, the fox woman tensed, straining as she felt something press against a tight sphincter deep in her bowels. She huffed, panted, clenched, until at last her stomach bloated out with a wet blooorrsschhh and a…

BbbbbrrrruuuUUUURRRrrrpppp!

Even as she belched, she threw up her hands in triumph! A muffled roar erupted from beneath all that smooth skin as the tiger raged in defiance against the caustic cauldron of her stomach, feeling digestion work on her in earnest. “There you go! Right where you belong! Khehe, let’s see you try and survive that, you meddling nuisanc e!” Now packed into her stomach at last, Hosokawa could feel the feline softening beneath his fingers by the second. Each grope of the girl’s stomach felt a bit sloshier and squishier than the last, as the beast within lost all her solidity. He was so entranced by the feeling, he barely noticed the way his groping was ushering moans of bliss from Chiharu’s lips. “Mmm, oooh, right there, Hoso! Just like that! Aaah, you really do have magic hands~!” She grinned as the tiger’s furious face bulged out against her massive dome of a gut for a moment, the sudden lurch ushering a roaring belch from her lips.

Despite roaring and fighting with the fury of ten men, the tiger was no match for the girl’s stomach, and her struggles weakened with every passing second. Chiharu went from groaning at her painful clawing to moaning in pleasure st her delightful little squirms, getting off on her last ditch effort to evade the inevitable. The end was heralded by one last sloooorrrssscch, her belly lurching one last time before finally going still, aside from the continual wobbling. Her gut rounded out, going from tumultuous and bulging to a perfect, smooth dome, getting squishier and squishier with every passing second as the tigress was turned into a meaty paunch. Chiharu leaned back, drooling with bliss, looking happier than he’d ever seen her. “There. Peace, at last…”

He allowed her to rest her eyes as he gathered his thoughts. He was still reeling from what he’d just seen, and steadied himself by idly squeezing that doughy pudge that was accumulating on her belly by the second as it worked down the limp tigress into pudge and chyme. “I hope you realize you have a lot of explaining to do.”

She sighed, rolling her eyes as if his presence was a mere distraction from enjoying the smooth, shiny fat that was once her yowling, roaring prey. “Mm, why yes, I had some notion some tedious bombardment of questions was on its way.”

“Who, pray tell, was she? And why was she after you?”

“That was Murasaki, one of the manifestations of Bakkyo, the White Tiger of the West. One of the Four Guardians of the constellations. She is the manifestation of the seventeenth mansion of the moon, known as wèi - or, the stomach. As you found out personally, khehehe!” She laughed. “Come, now. Don’t stare at me with that glazed-over look in your eyes. Surely, you learned all this in schooling?”

He stared at her. “I was a peasant.”

Shr blinked, pausing for a beat. “Ah, yes. It’s a wonder you can even read.” She didn’t mean that as an insult, but it sure felt like one. “Point is, she’s a beacon of truth and justice and blah blah blah, all that self-righteous, condescending gibberish. And she targets other yōkai when we start screwing with mortals a bit too much for her liking. You can imagine how I’ve earned myself a spot at the top of her list.” She giggled. “As much as I’d like to keep her as wobbling fat on my derriere to cushion my seats for the foreseeable future, I am afraid there is a second way an ancient star-spirit differs from you fragile mortals: her soul can escape from my curves, and reconstitute herself without my say-so. In a week, she’ll be back out here trying to ‘vanquish’ me.” She rolled her eyes, before melodramatically throwing her head back. “What an endless ordeal! Oh, woe is me! Oppressed and assailed without relent simply for following my own nature!”

That caught Hosokawa’s attention. “Hmmm…” He placed a finger against his chin, suddenly lost in thought. “I must ask. In the meantime… what exactly can you do with her soul?” Chiharu paused… and tilted her head cutely at him, intrigued, beckoning him to part with his plan…

Meanwhile, as far as Murasaki was concerned, she was merely resting somewhere cozy and warm, her soul in a twilight state between wakefulness and dreaming. She knew eventually her soul would break free… but this time, the sunlight came far earlier than expected, and she found herself returned to the mortal plane, standing in the grass.

And that fox devil Chiharu stood before her, returned to her fluffy, feral bestial form. Instantly, her vision went red.

“How… DARE you?”

In a moment, she’d pounced, tearing in to the kitsune with savage claws and wicked fangs… only to accomplish absolutely nothing, other than to put a smug smirk on the kitsune’s face. “Ah ah ah! You haven’t yet reformed! You’re merely a poltergeist at the moment, bound by my spectral chains. You can’t harm a hair on me. Feel free to continue your attempts, however, it almost tickles!” She cackled.

Murasaki looked down at herself and realized she was, indeed, a translucent white, aethereal golden chains limiting the force she could exert upon the mortal realm. She took a moment to breathe, trying to quell her rage. No point foaming in fury if it would only embarrass herself and amuse the kitsune. “And for what purpose would you bring me back in such a state? Simply to taunt me? Torment me? I swear upon the stars, the moment I reconstitute my flesh I’ll have you both for-“

“Calm yourself! Calm yourself!” Hosokawa stepped in. “It was I who asked for you to be returned in this state, simply because I have some questions. I hope this does not upset you too deeply.”

Murasaki sat regally, glaring down at him as if sizing him up, a silence holding for a few moments. “Speak, human.”

Hosokawa sighed, collecting his thoughts. “I simply wish to know… why you have chosen this path you live? Why have you dedicated yourself to hunting your own kind?”

The great tigress harumphed, lying down and folding her forepaws. “You will not remember it, mortal, nor will your grandfather, or his before him… but there was a time when rogue samurai were not the greatest danger to stalk these lands. In those times, yokai felt free to meddle in the affairs of man, taking advantage of their helplessness. As a child, I witnessed… such terrible things.” She shuddered. “An entire town, crushed and devoured by a single gashadokuro. I’ve seen bodies piled meters high around the base of a jubokko. As it was… humankind on Japan was headed towards extinction.”

“Now, in this situation, I was one of the privileged few bestowed with power and immortality. I could have indulged and taken advantage of the weakness of humans at my leisure. But instead, I committed myself, alongside many others, to a moral duty: to separate the natural from the supernatural domains of Japan. To allow humanity to flourish without fear of becoming slaves, or prey,” she continued, “and for the most part, this has been a success. Incidents of yokai harming humans, while still present, are now yearly, as opposed to daily. But there is only one exception…”

She stood, a bolt of rage searing through her. “… kitsunes! Why, they are the bane of my existence! It is as if they are all hopelessly addicted to meddling in human affairs - manipulating them, deceiving them, enslaving them, devouring them! There are no words for the damage they have done!” Again, she has to take a moment to compose herself, lest she be lost to her wrath. “Now. You know why I hold such righteous fury towards your compatriot. Now you owe be an answer in return. What was your true agenda when returning me in this form?”

Hosokawa paused. “I… merely wanted to reason with you.”

“He believe you can ‘rehabilitate’ me,” Chiharu interjected with a mocking snort. “Trust you me, I told him it was a laughable idea, but you know how humans can be. So stubborn once they’ve gotten a silly little notion in their head.”

Murasaki seemed baffled. “Rehabilitate!? Hah! Attempting to persuade a kitsune not to harm mortals would be like attempting to persuade the grass not to grow, or the rain not to fall. It is their innate nature, inextricable and unchangeable.”

Hosokawa interrupted. “No. Chiharu proclaims deception to be in her nature as a defense mechanism for her inability to morally justify her actions. And by feeding into it, you only enable her.”

Chiharu let out an annoyed little huff. “Not appreciating the psychoanalysis, I’ll have you know!”

Hosokawa ignored her completely. “Attempting to end her life has led you down the road of a trillion failures… and it has corrupted you. Look at what you have done to this innocent theater in your attempts to apprehend her!” He fell to his hands and knees, forehead pressed to the ground as he bowed before her. “If protecting the innocent is truly your ambition, I humbly beg you to consider!”

His words gave Murasaki pause, and she stopped to weight them in her mind, the great beast pondering. “I will admit, human. It appears I was wrong about you. You truly are pure of heart…” Her expression hardened. “… but make no mistake. You are being manipulated. You are but one of countless mortals she has bent to her will through her cunning. Already, she is leading you down the path of darkness! Subject yourself to her machinations, and you will end up nothing more than her accomplice! But together, we can-“

Chiharu rolled her eyes, stepping inbetween them. “You’re wasting your time, Hoso! Allow me to just let you in on the truth: she is so furious merely because she can’t get a date.” She punctuated her point with a patronizing boop to the feline’s snout, much to her chagrin. “Imagine being hundreds of years of age and still being a hopeless virgin. Khehehe! Meanwhile, I’ve had swarms of men at my beck and call all this time. She’s just jealous of me, in truth.”

Murasaki bristled at this, her poised demeanor vanishing in favor of an almost juvenile insecurity. It was clear that this was a sore spot for her, and Chiharu knew it. “I am not a… a virgin, as you say, you crass beast! And I’ll have you know I’m competently successful with men!”

“That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all year!” Chiharu giggled, circling around the tigress like a shark. “Tell me, when was the last time anyone expressed any interest in that pitifully scrawny rear of yours, hmm?” Chiharu gave the tigress’ rump a smack with a tail, ushering a flustered yelp as it was left wobbling.

Murasaki’s cheeks ran red at the taunts. Hosokawa did notice she sported quite a rear herself, but unlike Chiharu, it was quite a bit more fit and firm, clearly sporting a layer of musculature underneath the layers of fat that’s padded out those cheeks from constant preys. It was far beyond anything any human could ever hope for, but it did not reach levels of absolute absurdity like Chiharu’s did. “It is not scrawny! It can easily reach the size of yours, after a meal!”

Chiharu raised a brow. “Oh yeah? Here, Hoso. You may be our impartial judge. Tell us, if you will, which rump is truly superior… even as obvious as the answer already is.”

Hosokawa was too busy wondering why on Earth the size of one’s rear even mattered so much, he didn’t even process what she’d said… at least, until they both turned in unison, and he found himself veiled in the shadow of two asses both as wide as he was tall. “What? Wait, no, stop-!” There was nothing he could do to stop the tons of weight which descended upon him, his life saved only by the fact those asses were so pudgy and plush, the fat merely molded around him like dough instead of squishing him. Still, he was buried in darkness and heat, smothered against fluffy cheeks as those asses settled over every inch of him. “Mmmmppphhhh…”

Chiharu giggled, bumping her wobbling hips against Murasaki’s side as she settled in upon her comfortable seat. She was hogging most of Hosokawa to herself, one ass cheek covering his torso and waist and the other his legs. “Hear that? He is already loving it under there. That is the effect a properly groomed, padded, and sculpted rear can have on a suitor. You probably don’t even recognize the sound.”

“Silence! I have p-pleased many suitors with my… my rear!” Murasaki pouted. “If you would just stop hogging him to yourself, I could show you what I can do!”

Murasaki bumped her out of the way, and Chiharu relented, letting the tigress have the upper half of his body while she enjoyed the lower half. “The floor is yours. Try not to embarrass yourself.” Now settled stop his chest and face, the flustered tigress began to shake her rear, letting it wobble and sway atop him, grinding him further into those layers of pudge. Chiharu only laughed. “Hah! You really expect to impress with a few pitiful shakes of those unsightly sacks of fat?”

“Unsightly? Yours are even more padded with adipose tissue than my own! How is it suddenly a problem on my figure?”

Amidst their arguing, they hardly noticed the muffled groans from beneath them. “Mmmmppphhhh!”

“That’s because your disgusting sacks of fat are flabby. Meanwhile, my perfect derriere is pleasantly plump. There’s a difference.” Chiharu grinned, emphasizing her point by lifting her cheeks with her tails and letting them bounce and jiggle back down upon her squashed companion.

“What even is the difference that discerns ‘flab’ and ‘plumpness’!?”

“Of course you would ask a stupid question like that. All nuance is lost upon your tiny pea brain!”

All the while, Hosokawa’s wriggles and protests began to seem increasingly panicked. “Mmmmppphhhh!”

Their bickering reached such a stage of shrillness and pettiness that it would no doubt drive any onlookers mad. They grew so invested in it, it took them a few minutes to realize the human beneath them had gone silent, and still. They both eventually realized in unison, falling quiet… and lifted themselves to find the noble samurai limp on the floor. “Oh, dear. I… believe we might have suffocated your tiny accomplice here.”

To Murasaki’s surprise, the kitsune reacted not with sadistic glee, but with outright… concern! “Hoso! No!” She lept into action, pumping the man’s chest with her paws, leaning in and releasing mystical healing breath between his lips in a manner which, to the tigress, resembled a kiss. She was stunned to see a kitsune care about someone other than themself, especially to the point of nearly hyperventilating! “Oh, gods, I wasn’t trying to- come, Hoso, wake up! You must wake up! I command you! … please? Gods, it’s too late for- no, I can still capture his soul if I-“

But just as Chiharu looked like she might faint… Hosokawa smiled a cheeky grin, his eyes opening. There was a moments silence as they stared into eachothers eyes.“I thought you were meant to be the deceiv-“

He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before she slapped him with a paw, using the other to wipe tears from her eyes. “Hoso! You vile buffoon! How dare you, causing me such panic!? Serves me right for so foolishly caring about you, I suppose! Is that what you are trying to say!?”

“You’ve done the exact same thing, do you not remember!? Back at the river in Hokkaido!” And so another childish argument unfolded.

Murasaki stepped back, watching the two bicker as she mulled over what she had just seen. After a few minutes, she interrupted. “Perhaps you were correct about her after all.”

Both Chiharu and Hosokawa froze, turning slowly to her. “What did you just say?”

The tigress looked between them thoughtfully. “I thought the fundamental and unchanging nature of the kitsune was one of absolute and unadulterated self-absorption. If I’d known you two were in a relationship, I… why, I had not even realized she was capable of genuine love!” A genuine smile dawned on her face. “If you can teach her love, perhaps she truly can be taught other essential virtues, like kindness or chari-“

Hosokawa was smiling, glad he was breaking through to the feline… but Chiharu gagged at the mention of ‘love’, sticking her tongue out as she backed away from the man, pretending he never mattered to her at all. “We are not in a relationship! I-I- how could you even believe such a preposterous- I could never love a mortal- mph!”

She was silenced by Hosokawa climbing onto the back of her neck and hugging her jaws, clamping them tightly together. “Yes! You are absolutely correct! We are madly in love!” He insisted. “So you will stop trying to kill her now, yes?”

Chiharu wasn’t happy, but if this plan could get the tigress off her back, she begrudgingly allowed it. “Hmmm… well, it is more than I’d ever assumed a kitsune to be capable of… yet still, a single virtue cannot be redemptive on its own, can it?” Murasaki paced, deep in thought. “I am curious, though, whether this single show of virtue can be honed into a truly benevolent character…”

“I’m working on it.”

“I see that you are.” She nodded. “Our goals align, even if our means differ. Rehabilitating a kitsune… a lofty ambition, yet, I confess, one that has borne more fruits than my own attempts at killing her. I think I can support your endeavor… but you must keep her on a tighter leash. I cannot allow her to harm or inconvenience any more innocents.”

Hosokawa smiled. “Do not worry. I will do my best to-“

Murasaki raised a claw in the air, silencing him. “You will do nothing. It is clear you lack the power to actually stop or discipline her whenever she employs her, as she calls it, ‘shenanigans and mischief’,” she said. “That is why I will be accompanying you. To ensure her rehabilitation is actually making progress, and that she cannot eat or squash or steal from whoever she pleases without recourse. Beginning with the release of all servants she has tricked into lengthy contracts, be they toiling at her shrines or wobbling on her figure.”

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