NOTE: I don't know if you (Cocoooooahhhhhh) still remember that you requested one for Kokushibo, but I do, so here.
During the Taisho period, it is part of the culture to be married at a young age. The age of sixteen is the appropriate age to have a husband through an arranged marriage. That's why learning how to be a good wife is much more important than learning how to be intellectual.
You had prepared yourself for the day to be chosen as a bride, but your life wasn't the same as everybody else—no one wanted you.
If only you were chosen and got married by the age of sixteen, you wouldn't be seen as bad luck by your own family and everybody else in town.
As you live your life for two decades, you are seen as a disgrace, and everyone who knew you always looked at you with pity in their eyes. Even work does not come easy since everyone believes you'll only attract misfortune to their business. It got you thinking that maybe life isn't hard, it's just you finding it hard to live because the people around you make it so.
It feels like you're just breathing, but not living—you feel empty and unwanted. The only thing that gives you peace of mind is an evening walk, and you developed a habit of doing it every night without a miss.
Even with the rumors about a demon who hunts humans for food being the only talk in your town lately, it doesn't stop you to take a late-night walk. More like, you don't care if you encounter the demon and he puts an end to your life—or maybe the demon won't even choose you to be their prey in the first place.
You scoffed at the thought of encountering a picky demon as you continue to walk towards the riverside. When you got to your usual spot, you put down your lantern on the grass before sitting beside it. The moon is unusually bright tonight and its light is reflecting on the calm water that is flowing in the river in front of you.
"Ah~ It feels a little chilly tonight," you said to yourself as you felt the night breeze, and put on your haori that you brought with you. Nighttime is the only time you are free—from judgments and the pitiful stare of everyone you know. It feels nice to have solitude and the gentle flow of wind against you is adding to your relaxation.
The cold air of the night keeps brushing against your skin and as the wind blows, your scent is being flown with it—reaching the nostrils of the rumored demon in the area. He can feel his senses tingle upon smelling a human nearby.
Kokushibo moves swiftly to your location, his hunger beginning to rise within him. Just by your scent, he could tell you are a woman in her younger years, and the closer he gets to where you are... his sixth sense revealed much more.
Without you noticing him, Kokushibo stands a few feet away behind you. He couldn't believe what he could see with his sixth sense, but he knows that his eyes are not lying to him.
Kokushibo can tell without a doubt that you are a virgin.
A thrill runs in his veins and an unfamiliar urge is igniting within him upon knowing this. Kokushibo thought that people with rare blood are the only ones who can make him feel the excitement of consuming them. But you—you are awakening his humanistic urge that is supposed to be long forgotten.
Being a demon, Kokushibo did not think that it was possible for him to feel any sexual urge, especially, toward a human. For demons, humans are nothing but food and power source. Yet when your scent penetrated his nostrils, a tingling sensation runs through under his skin, and his instincts told him to have you.
