Nogitsune

by Amaris Laurent

  David drank his Asahi beer when some thugs entered with a rowdy machismo as they always did walking Shinjuku alleys. Before he could recognize any of the men, a short, Japanese stripper named Neige took his hand. Without asking for a dance, she took him to their V.I.P section for a private dance. The stripper let the V.I.P guard know and both entered quickly through the black curtains. She pushed David down on a soft seat, and upon the start of the next song, she got into her groove.

  “Neige, what are you doing?” he asked.

  Neige smiled and pinched her fingers into his shirt and whispered in his ear. “You know the price of information for me is a dance.”

  Neige gently bit the top of David’s earlobe. It took less than a second before David pushed her back. More than anything, Neige was making David uncomfortable.

  Neige undid her bra and rolled her panties up her thigh and got on David’s lap facing him. “Now the question I have for you is what are you doing here? Are you trying to get killed? Cops are banned from the Kabukichō after hours. It’s Inato law!”

  David took a huge gulp and looked directly in Neige’s eyes to keep from looking elsewhere. “I need some information on Daiki.”

  “So I’m right,” Neige responded. “You are trying to get killed?”

  Neige turned around, looked out of the V.I.P., and saw the bodyguard with one of Inato’s guards pointing.

  “Kiss me.”

  David looked at Neige awkwardly.

  “If you want to leave here tonight alive, I suggest you play along,” said Neige.

  David obeyed, landing a passionate kiss on her small but luscious lips. Neige continued to rock his body gracefully. Without warning, Neige grabbed David’s hand and placed it on her waist as she throttled him to a steady motion.

  David opened his eyes and they began to glow red as if something else took control. David struggled to fight it, but the urge was too much to contain. Whatever had taken control of him had absolute power.

  David gripped Neige’s ass in the palm of his hands and began to kiss her more passionately.

  He caressed her body as if the feel of her skin were something new to him. He was so inebriated by the sensation that he didn’t hear the door to the V.I.P open. Or did he bother to notice the stripper and her customer sitting on a couch to the side of him. It wasn’t until the stripper began to moan out a name that David looked up and saw the stripper on her back holding Daiki’s head between her legs as he ate her out.

  “Daiki!” the stripper whispered.

  David’s eyes glowed as he slipped his pistol out of his pocket. David pointed his gun to the side of Daiki’s head and imagined the hole he wanted to put through it.

  All David could see was the image of Mia’s young body raped and beaten with the used condom lying on her face like a calling card. David decided this piece of shit would be in hell tonight.

  With his gun aimed at Daiki, David slipped his thumb up, taking the safety off and then prepared to fire. His finger caressed the trigger as if he were gently fingering a clit. Suddenly, David’s hands began to tremble and an image of Myoko smiling came to his mind. David’s eyes stopped glowing and he immediately put the gun up and pushed Neige off him as he ran out of the club.

  When he got back to his Porsche, his hands were shaking even more violently. When he thought about what he had almost done, he burst into tears and began punching the dashboard. David was not only a good cop, but also a good man. He wanted to kill Daiki with every ounce of fiber in his being, but his moral compass wouldn’t allow it.

  David faced this conundrum daily. Being a good cop in a country with one of the safest law systems in the world, but with one of the quietest, slickest and craftiest criminal underworld elements, he knew the chief was behind the evidence being lost. It wasn’t the first time evidence for someone in the Inato organization turned up mysteriously missing. Mr. Inato had the mayor, along with several mainland police captains in his pocket. There was nothing that he could do about it.

  Still, this didn’t stop him from wishing he’d pulled the trigger to get some type of justice for Mia.

  ****

  Daiki Fukai got up off his knees and wiped his mouth. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. Without saying a word, the stripper grabbed it and began stroking and sucking it. Suddenly, a click from Daiki’s pearl-handled nine millimeter went off. When the stripper looked up, Daiki was holding his gun to her head.

  “Let’s play a game,” said Daiki. “The game is either you get me hard and make me cum, or I kill you.”

  As Daiki pulled back the hammer, the stripper began giving him fellatio crazily. Daiki just stood there trying to get hard, but it was no use. All his years of coke snorting and ecstasy popping mixed with all of his hardcore, sadistic sexual fetishes had brought on a severe case of impotency. In order for Daiki to get his thrills, he had to indulge in his fantasies and fetishes to the extreme.

  This was where his affinity for young girls emerged. The sicker the fantasy, the harder he’d get.

  After minutes of the stripper’s passionate fellatio, Daiki pushed her off him and pulled his gun on her.

  “What did I tell you? Either get me hard and make me cum or I kill you?”

  Before the girl could let out a whelp, another stripper walked seductively out of the shadows in nothing but some black Christian Louboutin wearing a black see-through thong.

  Startled, Daiki turned around and pointed his gun at her face. “Who the fuck?”

  The woman known as Illicit stared Daiki directly in the eyes and smiled flirtatiously. Without a shred of fear, she grabbed Daiki’s hand and lowered it. Daiki gasped as a tingle shot from his hand to his lower extremities and he began to get aroused.

  “Don’t you think it’s a little bit unfair that you’re going to kill this girl because she’s unable to make you cum?” Illicit asked. “Maybe she just doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing. There’s an art to fellatio. It takes more than wrapping your mouth around a stiff piece of meat and just bobbing your head up and down.”

  Illicit licked her lips and slowly rolled her tongue around in her mouth to tease Daiki. “They say a woman who’s well versed with her tongue is able to paralyze a man in the most intense sensations of pleasure and bring him to the edge of death as he climaxes. I have even seen women so experienced and trained in the art that they are able to make a man lose control of his bodily functions and shit on himself.”

  As Illicit stood there with her hair draping down and covering his breast, Daiki couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He was so intimidated by her beauty that he stood in almost a trance-like state for an entire minute.

  “Who are you?” asked Daiki.

  Illicit grabbed Daiki’s hand and sucked on his finger. Daiki’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as another sensation shot through Daiki and he immediately got a full erection.

  Before Daiki could do or say anything, Illicit rubbed his chest down to his crouch and then French kissed him, seductively sticking her tongue in his mouth and gently biting on his lower lip.

  Illicit bit on Daiki’s earlobe and whispered in his ear, “Do you want to me to bring you to the edge of death?”

  Daiki took another gulp and nodded.

  Illicit didn’t say a word. She moved her eyes toward the woman giving Daiki the signal for some privacy.

  Daiki looked at the stripper and immediately pointed his gun at her. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND TELL EVERYONE I’M NOT TO BE DISTURBED!”

  As the stripper scurried to gather her clothes and ran out of the V.I.P., Daiki turned to Illicit, who had vanished.

  Suddenly, the light on the center stage came on as “Wicked Games” by The Weeknd began playing. As soon as the beat dropped, Illicit started walking seductively to the pole.

  Daiki smiled and sat down on one of the sofas in the Night Nurses’ main area and waited to be enticed.

  Illicit grabbed the pole and strutted around it provocatively. With every move Illicit
made, she kept looking Daiki directly in the eyes. Each move drawing him in more and more like an addict. Illicit turned around, began twerking her buttocks and smacked her left cheek.

  Daiki took a huge gulp and scooted to the edge of the sofa as the music blared from the speakers.

  Illicit ignored Daiki and went on dancing, flinging her jet black hair back over her shoulder, grinding sexually against the pole, revealing her succulent breast and pink hard nipples.

  In the midst of dancing, Illicit jumped in the air and twirled around the pole. Her limber legs were to die for and she could see from the possessed eyes of her audience that they wanted to jump her bones. But even with the hardened Japanese yakuza, the certain shyness still displayed itself whenever it came to beautiful women.

  Daiki Fukai was no exception.

  As she twirled around the pole, the song was close to her end and the men cheered and gave Illicit their money. Ignoring the yen that had been thrown at her, she strolled in front of Daiki and brought out her hand, leading him back into the V.I.P with his champagne glass.

  Reentering through the dark curtains and to the same area Daiki was before with the other timid dancer, Illicit pushed Daiki down on a black sofa and spread her legs out and onto Daiki’s waist, never breaking eye contact with him. Daiki licked his lips and began rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, trying to make sure his erection didn’t end.

  “Let me see you dance/ I love to watch you dance/ take you down another level/ and get you dancing with the devil…”

  As the music blared from the speakers, Illicit danced seductively enticing Daiki into the depths of temptation.

  Suddenly, the music changed to Tyga’s “Rack City” and Illicit began to move her body to the tempo of the music. Daiki clapped his hands and went along with it since he was a big fan of American rap and hip-hop.

  While Illicit was crawling towards Daiki, her eyes began to glow red and suddenly the lights dimmed and began flashing erratically. Each time the lights flashed, Illicit shape-shifted into one of the victims Daiki murdered.

  Frightened, Daiki shook his head and rubbed his eyes. When Daiki looked again, Illicit’s back was towards him.

  Daiki proceeded to stand, but before he could get off of the couch, Illicit pushed him back down and gently put the sole of her shoes to his chest. Daiki looked up at Illicit as she towered over him with her leg on his chest and began kissing from her Louboutin’s up to her inner thigh.

  “No,” said Illicit as she pushed Daiki back down to the couch once more. “I’m in control.”

  Daiki grinned darkly and let Illicit do as she pleased.

  Illicit pressed her heel into Daiki’s chest and watched his reaction. “You seem to me the type of man that loves pain mingled with his pleasure.”

  Daiki squished his face. Illicit slowly glided her stiletto down from Daiki’s chest to his crouch. Illicit dropped to her knees and caressed his thighs until her hands made their way to Daiki’s zipper.

  Daiki opened his mouth and grunted in pleasure as Illicit wrapped her hand around his penis and pulled, seeming to giggle as he groaned and dropped his head back against the couch.

  Daiki’s eyes rolled back into his head as Illicit put a piece of ice in her mouth from his champagne glass, lowered her head and licked his balls, swirling her hot wet tongue up his shaft and then to the head of his cock. She slid her mouth down over him, taking his infertile length and thickness deep into her throat. She let out a small breathy sigh as she swallowed. Daiki jerked his whole body off the couch as his heart pounded up against his chest. He wanted to grabbed Illicit’s head, but for some reason he was unable to move.

  Illicit gradually started to bob her head up and down, sucking hard on his prick, jerking it with her hand, pumping him hard. With her free hand, she reached down into her tiny thong, sliding those long fingers over her clit. She moaned around his dick, bobbing her head faster as she ground against her own hand.

  Just when Daiki could no longer take it, Illicit jerked her head away, her hand squeezing down on the base of his cock to stop him from cumming. She thrashed between his legs, her head whipping back as she gave a long, primal moan of ecstasy, coming hard before Daiki.

  Daiki’s eyes flared as rage bubbled up inside of him over the fact that Illicit had stopped. Illicit licked her lips and grinned mischievously as she stood, slipping away her thong and laid on his waist again. With a semi frown on his face, Daiki stared back up into Illicit’s beautiful face in disbelief of the pleasure he was feeling.

  “Is this what you want?” said Illicit in another voice and face, the face of Mia Cheung Lee.

  Remembering Mia’s screams, Daiki looked up at Illicit, startled with a slight bleeding from his nose.

  Illicit looked Daiki directly in the eyes and snickered. “Don’t tell me you’re scared to fuck me?”

  Illicit laughed and shape-shifted into Mia, then back into herself before Daiki could blink.

  Illicit leaned over Daiki and caressed the side of his face. “Poor Daiki, you don’t have a clue what’s going on, do you?”

  This time, what started as a trickle of blood turned to slight gusher. He rubbed his fingers under his nostrils and spotted the blood.

  “What the fu—”

  “Shhhhhhhhh!” Illicit interrupted Daiki by putting her finger over his mouth. “Listen! Do you hear that?”

  Even over the beat of the music, Daiki could hear his heart beating out of his chest.

  Illicit smiled. “I can see your heart pounding out of your chest through your shirt.”

  As blood drained from his ear, Daiki slowly began to fade in and out of consciousness.

  Illicit held up her index finger as a six-inch black claw extended from her fingertip and slashed Daiki’s eyelid.

  “Ahhhhh!”

  Illicit took the tip of her tongue and licked the trace of blood that ran down Daiki’s mouth. She French-kissed Daiki and stroked his face. “Not yet! Not until I’m done having my fun with you.”

  “What have you done to me?” Daiki bellowed.

  Illicit chuckled and shape-shifted into another one of Daiki’s victims and back to herself. “Killing you softly!”

  Daiki’s eyes widened. “What?”

  Illicit put her ear to Daiki’s heart. “Your heart’s beating extremely fast! So fast that it’s producing an excess amount of blood. But I can’t take credit for this. You were the one that snorted the cocaine. All I’m doing is speeding up the process.”

  Daiki struggled to get up, but Illicit pushed him back down, crouched over him and took his wet cock in her hand and carefully slid him inside of her. Illicit’s eyes began to glow blood red as Daiki grunted and moaned at the sensation of his dick salivating in her hot juices. Illicit lowered herself all the way down to the hilt and groaned, carefully lifting and lowering herself on top of Daiki.

  Daiki couldn’t do anything. He just laid there against the couch, trying not to enjoy feeling the hard nipples of her breasts rubbing themselves against his face.

  Suddenly, Illicit grabbed his throat and rode him like a wild bull. Her body thrashed and pounded against his hardness with Illicit’s sweat as the only lubricant keeping their bodies from being bruised.

  Daiki tried to break free from her grip, but it was no use. Illicit was too powerful and thanks to his overworked heart, Daiki had no strength to capitalize an escape.

  “Why are you struggling, Daiki? Haven’t you ever heard if you cut off your air supply you can get a massive climax?” said Illicit as she laughed malevolently.

  Daiki put his hand around his throat and gasped for air.

  As Illicit rode Daiki, she looked him directly in the eyes shape-shifting into each one of his victims simultaneously.

  “How does it feel to be on the receiving end of death?”

  Illicit frowned up her face and in ecstasy she ripped out Daiki’s throat. Her body trembled, and then vibrated violently. It wasn’t the sex that made Illicit climaxed, but the pleasure of k
nowing that she had caused extreme pain and agony to another evil human being.

  Daiki gasped and died with his mouth open.

  Illicit went to her knees, ripped off Daiki’s penis and stuffed it in his mouth.

  The gangster that made a reputation of raping young girls was given a literal taste of his own medicine.

  As Illicit stood a black shadow, the shape of a fox with nine tails shrouded her until the entire room was covered in darkness.

  ****

  Japanese police surrounded the Night Nurses club, disturbing Kabukichō patrons. One of the men, elder Tokyo Police Chief Sanko Byobugaura, who led both Tokyo and Yokohama police precincts, went to the scene of the crime to find Daiki Fukai dead, with his penis sticking from his mouth and his throat ripped out.. The cops tried to find evidence of any kind to help them answer what happened to Daiki, one of the crime family’s most prolific assassins, but couldn’t.