Yamiyo no Hotaru

Chapter 155 The Inherited Will of the Lowly

 I'm really hungry. I want food because my stomach feels empty, and I'm craving meat or something to eat.

 I'm angry and full of rage. My instincts take over, and I'm looking for something to calm down, to give as an offering.

 I knew I was going crazy. To avoid being sacrificed, I faced a great youkai by myself. I woke up its instincts but managed to control myself to not reveal I'm human by offering blood to a special spider.

 It's hard to explain how tough it was. I tried to stay sane while going mad, pulling in opposite directions, like living and dying at the same time. Everything felt the opposite, moving forward in a confusing way. The burden on my mind was too much.

 Still, I barely defeated the monster. I'm torn and underneath my mask, I was no longer human, unclear about who I am. I'm confused, with a frayed sense of self. But before I knew it, I found myself in a warm room, in a quiet place, lying on a soft futon. There's dim light, only a few candles (Shoku) lighting up the surroundings.

 'Ah...?'

 I heard a song. It was a sweet song. Sweet like sugar, never getting tired no matter how long it goes on. Something was weighing on my stomach. The focus of my eyes, which feels like it's increasing, naturally shifts upwards.

 A shrine maide girl, wearing a messy outfit, was sitting on top, giving off a very attractive and exciting feeling.

 '...!!'

 I hold my breath. Our eyes meet. The girl's cheeks turn red, and she tilts her head seductively.

 "Hehehe"

 With innocence and a naughty touch, the shrine maiden smiles.

 'Grrrrrr...!'

 With strength, I push her down, and our positions switch. There's no resistance at all. Three, four, five... numerous arms and countless long arms reach towards her slender body. I press down on her head, holding onto the arms, holding the neck, and entangle around her thighs while the fabric tearing with a sound.

 I wonder, were my nails ever this long? Were my arms ever this thick? Were there so many of them? Was my skin always this reddish-black color? And why are there even long arms to begin with? Such questions disappear from my mind, replaced by the see-through, white, soft skin exposed beneath the fabric.

 Now, I ate. I held. I bit. Just by gently biting, I felt happy with the juice on the sweaty surface. With tough meat, like a rough rasp from a torn jaw, I touched the many undeveloped hills. I covered her body fluids and mucus as if to show they were mine.

 The person being sacrificed shook. She bent her back. It's sweet, delicious, nice, and amazing! Just with that, I wonder if my tongue was really so long and thick. Now, holding both of her arms back, I bear my weight harshly, completely dominating. As if it was my natural right.

 "Haa, ah..."

 The wet eyes looked at me. It's a female appearance that seemed pleasing. A face seeking a male. It was a strong drug. The female brat...!!

 ...How absurd. Wait. How absurd. How absurd. What is this? What am I doing? What have I done? What am I about to do? Go back. There's still time. Go back now...!!

 "If it's you, big bro (aniki)... would that be alright?"

 'Gugiiiiii!!'

 However, the sweet melody that destroys my reason crushes every bit of rationality. I bury my face, breathing heavily like a dog, biting with sharp teeth, pecking and leaving proof of my dominance. The sweet cries of the female echo continuously, bringing delight and pleasure. The echoes resound in my ear, the song of a girl's love playing over and over again.