Demon of Lust in the Land of Water 5 (Patreon)

Commissioned by Kejmur

-VB-

Demon of Lust in the Land of Water
Chapter 5

-VB-

Staring down at her while she laid on the cot was the man who was the cause of it all. Her savior and maybe hallucination.

“... How are you in here?” Mei asked him soberly and seriously. This was the Jail. Unless the entire village was under attack, standard procedures that not even the Mizukage could alter except during wartimes stated that no one else but the intended temporary occupant was allowed to be inside a Jail.

At the same time, she wondered if she wasn’t going crazy.

The Jail did have a tendency to break the more brittle ninjas. Isolation could do a lot of nasty damage to a lonely person, and the Jail used that to great effect. She’s heard of ninjas - loyalty notwithstanding - going mad in the Jail for being in here for too long.

Was she going crazy like those ninjas? Would she find moments of lucidity between her madness to find herself in a white room in Kiri’s mental asylum?

Let them kill her instead, please. She would rather not live as a crazy person. She’s seen what madness did. She wanted none of it.

“You’re not crazy.”

“That’s supposedly what hallucinations of the mad people say.”

He grinned and then crouched down above her, still looking down. “You know, if someone else saw you right now, then they might chastise you for being so open with a strange man.”

She blinked and followed his eyes.

Her kimono was open, and showing a lot of her cleavage. In fact, she showed more of herself than she usually did in formal parties that it would have taken only a single pull to show off her nipples!

Mei hurriedly pulled the kimono together to close the gap as she sat up to not show him her blush.

‘Maybe he is the real thing,’ she thought. ‘Ha! Who am I kidding? No one can get in the Jail.’

“So, Mr. Hallucination, what would you like to do with this defenseless girl?” she cooed. Might as well play with whatever it was her subconscious thought was hot, right?

He chuckled, instead of reacting like most men did.

She should be indignant, but didn’t show it. What exactly did he think about her that he reacted so casually to her?

Wait, wait, wait, this was her hallucination! She wasn’t going to lose to her hallucination!

“You really think you might have gone crazy in here?” he asked with a soft smile. “I just see a bored woman.”

“Oi, you’re supposed to be my hallucination. Start acting like it.”

“But I’m not.”

A pause.

A bit of longer silence.

She narrowed her eyes.

“No, I don’t even smell you.”

He opened his mouth and stopped. “Well, why would I want to smell?”

Everyone smelled. The poor smelled of their sweat and piss, the ninjas smelled of blood, sweat, and money, and the rich smelled like whichever strong perfume was popular and on the market.

The hallucination, she was convinced, smelled like nothing.

Ha! She didn’t go completely crazy!

Wait, she shouldn’t be celebrating going only half-crazy. That was bad for her career, which was bad for whatever marriage prospects she might have.

She huffed and crossed her arms underneath her chest as she looked away from him, and then glanced from the corner of her eyes.

The bastard didn’t even look down even though she was making her already impressive breasts up.

… He wasn’t a child-lover, was he? Because if he was … ergh.

“Well, what I think is that Terumi Mei needs a bit of entertainment,” he said so casually as if she wasn’t in one of the most impregnable rooms in her entire ninja village.

“Oh, and what could I do here to entertain me?”

“Well, I could certainly entertain you,” he laughed a little. It was only a moment after that he stepped forward into the room, and she heard his footsteps. “How about a little strip tease?”

“Strip … te-?”

Her jaw dropped undignified as her hallucination began undoing his kimono belt.

“What are you doing?!” she hissed quietly as she felt her cheeks heat up a little.

“Entertaining you,” he crooned as his kimono began to slide down his shoulders.

“No, no, no, wait! I don’t want this! I’mnotr-r-r…” she stuttered and then trailed off as she saw his athletic body. For an image of a peasant, he really was well trained? No, she was supposed to be in charge! This was her hallucination!

‘I mean, this ain’t a bad show, girl,’ a corner of her mind traitorously hummed.

Her eyes drifted down to his abs, and just then, she saw him slowly hook his thumbs at the belt of his pants and slid it down tantalizingly slowly.

And then stopped.

She looked up and met his eyes.

The asshole grinned.

He unhooked his hands and sauntered up to her. He leaned down and grabbed her kimono by the edge.

“I think I’d like some reciprocative show.”

And pulled her kimono aside.

When the man cupped her tit, she knew this wasn’t a hallucination.

She wasn’t sure what happened next. Was it the isolation? Was it being an outcast in her own village?

Whatever the reason, she gave into the man’s touch - her savior’s touch - and let him play with her. Her kimono came off fully as did his. Their pants came off soon after.

Arms and legs intertwined.

It was a night she wouldn’t forget.

-VB-

Chaida was a normal man. In the Bloody Mist, he did the unwanted job of cleaning up after the bloody messes made by the masses in their urge to sate their hunger for blood and targets for blame.

He was a normal man, because a normal man made for the best spies.

Also, who was going to even check janitors for spies when those janitors didn’t even come close to living ninjas or their facilities?

No one, that’s who.

Tonight, Chaida worked once more to do his cover job. Apparently, something about two regular jounins dying to a Bloodline user was enough to set the public off - regardless of the circumstance that led to said deaths - and a brief riot that broke out killed a few of the more defenseless Bloodline users.

It was sad, but Chaida got to find the children of the Hyoton Bloodline hiding. He made sure to bundle them up and send them to Konoha.

One village’s trash was another village’s treasure, after all.

He was returning from disposing of three brutalized, raped, and then hung women, nine castrated and tortured men, and two beheaded children’s bodies when he ran into it.

It just slid out from the wall as if it was walking out of it. It looked satisfied.

Wearing the face of a man, the thing chuckled. Its flesh bubbled and hissed, tendrils lurking before snapping shut back into a man’s form. Even though he wasn’t sensor, he felt the thing’s chakra flex and pulsate, though Chaida clearly felt the where its chakra managed to stop - how does exerted chakra just stop mid-air? - and return back to the man. “Ah, Kiri will make for a very fertile ground,” it spoke before it disappeared like ash.

Spooked, Chaida ran home. It wasn’t until next morning that he was able to find out about just what that thing might have been.

The incident that started the riot. Rumor had it that the bloodline jounin who killed her teammates - traitor teammates - was in the building Chaida saw the monster leave from - leave through the walls - and that the team in question had been sent to find rumors about a strange demon in a swamp far to the east.

Demon would have been the perfect description for what he saw.

He hurriedly wrote a report to the ANBU Commander.

There was something wrong inside Kirigakure, and for the first time since he took on the name of Chaida, Chaida feared for his life.