Family Friendly Nightcrawling
Mari Aozaki stands over Yoru Heinard, both grumpy as the sun sets behind them.
"Heinard-San, I am asking to go on a date and hunt a demon with him: this is what you always jump at doing: why are you not wanting to pick up the slack now?" the taller, black-haired girl says, trying to keep her composure toward the bratty onlyfans princess.
"Because I don't like the match you made! I'd rather have Haru-chan nagging my ear off the whole night than that jerk!" she says as she turns her nose up
"Would you rather more people lose their souls and wallets to something that isn't your charms? We need him to find the real culprit so you can move in for the kill"
"Then I can do it alone!"
Mari sighs: It's cute when she does this during their dates but not when there is club business to be done.
"You really shouldn't talk to the press about anything relating to the club in the first place, Heinard-san. You know as well as I do that the three-letter-men aren't going to be..."
Mari sighs as she makes herself speak the perverted language of her girlfriend: "...A sexy domme"
Yoru's attention is grabbed: even through her densely corrupted mind the danger of the agents was something that struck even her.
"And if you make a big scene, they'll be after us for sure" Mari continues
Yoru runs a hand through her hair, her fingernails changing color as she stared at them: "I suppose if you can promise some fun after your done with your academic obligations tomorrow, then I have to agree. I got a real cat-o-nine tails just yesterday that needs to be broken in on my dirty little back.. and maybe elsewhere~" she says as she leans close to Mari.
The taller girl sighs: "..Fine, but we are having dinner first this time"
Yoru stands puts her hand to her mouth and giggles seductively: "Such a gentlewoman!~"
"Tell him to be here in 30 honey~" she says as she saunters off to her room to get glammed up for a night in the red-light district.
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Yoji takes the train to the red light district, a place he'd never usually dream of going. He is exceedingly uncomfortable in an old, somewhat short suit he'd worn in the past before becoming a man of the cloth. It didn't help that the embodiment of lust sat next to him, her legs crossed while she wore a tight purple dress that seemed more revealing than her being outright naked. Her purple lipstick and black nails shimmer under the train's lights while she checks her phone. He'd never seen so much of her since she covered well enough in church...
The man shakes his head, banishing the thoughts that the demoness before him surely wanted him to have: He was the one who held sway over her, not the other way around. The way she looked at him was bitter like she was trying to ignore him or hide a degree of hate. as they approached the neon-drenched den of sin: Half-naked women and men pranced about looking for gullible perverts to extort for money while clueless tourists and locals looking for a good time alike moved in teeming masses which wobbled under the effects of intoxication.
It was disgusting, But Yoru seemed to regard the scene with fondness. As the train stops, Yoru braces against the sudden force and quickly stands up on her impractically heeled shoes. Yoji couldn't help but wonder why she would where those hunting as she earned some whistles from the passersby and waved to some friends on the platform. Yoji walked closely behind her as they approached their destination: "The Good Life", a large nightclub with a prodigious line in front of it even at 9:00 PM. Yoji sighs as he gets in line, loathing that he has to stand in queue with these people lost to the light of Christ for an hour or two.
Yoru huffed, grabbing his hand and reaching up to undo the top button on his shirt:
"S-Stop it!" he hisses, only to earn a glare from Yoru
"Follow my lead, Mr. Charisma. Just nod and smile like your enamored with me"
"What are you planning?"
Yoru positioned one of his hands to grab her waist as she held his other. While the priest looked irritated at the sight, Yoru put on a bubbly seductive face to approach the bouncer with. Yoji sighed as he managed a raunchy, enamored look and let his more sinful instincts take hold for but a moment, moving his hand to feel the trans girl's bubbly ass. It reminded him of being a teenager all too much.
"Hey Oji-san!~" Yoru says to the bouncer as she moves her hips a bit and gives him a smoldering look. The man looked her over and snickered.
"You're out early Ru-chan, and already found a lucky customer too" he says in a deep voice as he leers at her like Yoji was invisible.
"He's one of Onlyfans darlings, and a very very dedicated one at that: won the jar competition I was running. He must really love me if he could fill five after all~"
"Isn't that right darling?~"
Yoji managed to turn a grimace into a smile for just long enough for the bouncer to stop paying attention to him: He was reconsidering the value of working with these kids if this was going to be his work to "save" the world.
"Soooooooo... can we pretty please skip the line tonight? I promise I'll give you a nice wet treat next time I'm around. Mr. Five-jars here said he wanted to be a gentleman for showing me he could fill a sixth~"
"You keep your word, why the hell not"
"Oh, Mr. Five-jars? Hope you like the crying kind of drunk" the bouncer says as Yoru leads them in. Yoji nods seriously. He'd observed AA meetings before it was always the sad drunks that had the biggest reasons to keep drinking.
Yoru felt more comfortable in her element, with a man's hand around her waist and the eyes of the crowd on her. She flashes them a teasing smile before clinging onto Yoji's arm to show she's taken for now. Maybe if the buzzkill priest leaves then she can have some real fun tonight.
"Keep him as the aggressor: make him the incubus to your succubus and show him the pleasure he fears. He'll never want another lover if you show him how wrong his pathetic vows are~
Yoru had a hard time resisting her demons as she had to stop from drooling at the idea: the man who swore celibacy, and that had guilt-tripped her into seeing her true self's actions sin finding utter bliss in whatever hole of her's that he found most attractive. She'd even take a nice intro to S&M with him learning to properly make a submissive his euphoria-addled plaything.
The couple sit at the bar, Yoji seeming more focused on the task at hand. His eye glowed a pale gold which was barely perceptible under the neon lights of the nightclub as he looked for the monster they were after: A demon who was possessing people and using their bodies to suck the souls out of clubgoers and leave them comatose. Yoji was brought in to use his detective's eye to find what was being possessed so Yoru could seal it up.
Of course, Yoji orders nothing, so Yoru chooses for him: "Two Long Island Iced Teas on my tab Oji-san!~" she says to the man tending the bar. He responds without fail. As he should: he owed Yoru for letting him borrow some of her unmentionables.
"I don't want a drink, Heinard-Sa-"
"Oh shut up! Let yourself loose tonight! You already grabbed a nice load of my ass, and I won't kiss and tell if you want more of-"
"No! Nope! We are NOT going that far!" Yoji says, earning a sidelong glance from the bartender.
"Fine, then how about some Frenching after this is all over? Or maybe you're not into cute girls, after all, I can be your deepest, darkest fantasy if you want it Ji-chan~"
Yoji sighs as the drinks arrive, taking a small sip: "I don't want to do anything romantic with you. I thought you were making progress in being less controlled by your demon, but I suppose I've let you backslide"
"Well excuse me for trying to be accommodating to your taste: If I looked like Jesus would you kneel and kiss my feet!?" Yoru says with agitation, her eyes narrowed in frustration.
"I appreciate the thought, but I'm just here to stop a soul this soul thief that your club claims to have found, nothing more and nothing less" Yoji says, avoiding the baleful glare of the whore.
The two look away from each other, Yoru at a shy lady whose friends are trying to egg her on into having some fun on the dance floor while Yoji tries to find any unusual links. With so many people and such a cluttered space the task would take time, but he would bear the pain of being stuck with Yoru off hours if it meant saving someone- and getting the leverage therein.
Yoji keeps his mind focused on tracking the stranger links between others. He chooses to ignore Yoru being on her third round of drinks, or sticking her ass out as if inviting someone to slap it or brush by it. He wasn't distracted.
He can keep telling himself that, but he couldn't believe something blatantly incorrect. He was willing to accept a lot about her in the name of trying to fix her and control the urges that came with her curse, but this was about his limit. He was in a place that disagreed with every vow he's made and every opinion of his with a transgender slut who comes here to debase herself. He felt pity, sure, but pity doesn't work when you're not even trying to be better.
This demon-hunting thing might be a hoax in the first place, an excuse to draw him into the world of clever illusionists for some sick game. His anger grows at the idea of being outwitted, him being outplayed by schoolgirls!
He catches something with his detective's eye though, something he's never seen before: two strings overlapping, one choking the other. Like the will of another was being superseded by another force. It approaches in the body of a suave, almost overly clean man out of a toothpaste commercial. His eyes are on Yoru.
"If it isn't the succubus herself" he says as Yoru freely invites his eyes to her small but visible breasts.
"Oh?~"
"Well if my reputation preceeds me, yours needs some work handsome: what should I call you?"
"Whats a name matter when you'll be drowning in dopamine by the end of the night? he shrugs, making Yoru giggle
"Oh.. mystery does turn me on"
"My date is having trouble... keeping it up, so I'm yours if you cover my tab for the night handsome~"
He slams money down with a top to the bartender without a second thought, a flippant disregard for his wealth. Yoru gives Yoji a snide grin, as if trying to get a rise. The disguised priest takes his moment to think.
No, if there was a time to be petty it wasn't immediately: If Yoru doesn't come back he can't lecture her on how disappointed he is in her. He stands up and grabs Yoru's other elbow quickly and forcefully, jerking the couple back: "Yo-chan, I remembered a little fantasy I've wanted to try out for ages: this guy might be rich but he stinks of being..." he narrows his eyes, searching for the best word in the modern lexicon for this.
"....A beta cuck" he says, letting the words sting.
Yoru giggles: "Oooooh, your just gonna take that like a little bitch are you?" she says to the nameless guy on her other arm.
"I have enough subby boys who prefer Yoru the Incubus to remind them what a real man does"
The man growls: "Oh fuck off, he's not worth the time, just spouting nonsense to try and win you back so he can get drunk and cry on your shoulder. Give him a pity handjob later but I want you NOW!" he says tugging on Yoru with unnatural strength.
Yoru's breath gets hot as the two men fight over her, the rich man much more fervently. He's like Mari when she lets all those limitations go and just does as she pleases to her.
"They love you: this is better than any kiss or trinket. They'd beat each other down like cavemen just to be the one who holds claim over your perfect beauty for the night. All this pain is pleasure~"
Yoji can see Yoru slipping into rapture, eagerly enjoying the aggression over her. He makes a quick and succinct in a moment of weakness. The other man seems to just shut down for a moment, a glare of abject wrath plastered onto his face before it evens into more reasonable annoyance. He pushes her against his chest, giving a quick mental prayer for God to forgive any perceived misconduct on his part tonight.
"If you want her so bad, we can take this outside" he says with a stoic tone, trying to sound tough and dependable as Yoru looks up at him with confusion.
"Fine, Hope you have good insurance fuckface" the man says as Yoji leads the way to an empty park, hopping the fence and helping Yoru over without tearing her dress. She lands daintily on her heels and whispers in his ear: "I'll show you heaven if you win~" she says with a wink before taking a seat on a nearby bench.
The two men make some distance between them as Yoru cheers for them to do their best while crossing her legs, seeming to resist some urges in the process.
The unnamed man seems to fully unmask his intentions as he runs toward Yoji like a howling lunatic: he flinches for an all-important moment and tries to put up his excuse for a guard. Its slow and ineffective against the crazed strength of the monstrous man as Yoji gets pinned. He can stomach the blows until he takes a knee strike to the nose, having to summon all his willpower to not scream at the pain.
Yoji pulls a rocking panda out of the ground with his psychic aura. It's an imprecise hit, but still knocks the challenger as his other hand holds his crumpled and bleeding nose. Adrenaline does its job to keep him moving and not writhing on the ground in horrific pain. He glances toward Yoru but sees her already in front of him, her heels clacking on the stone as she extends a box cutter's blade.
The other man's body falls limp, and gives way to a spirit of large size, a roaring Onryo seemingly covered in blood.
"YORU, YORU, YORU!!"
"DIE FOR MY HONOR! FOR SHAMING THE WORK I ONCE DID AS A TAYU!"
She howls in an ear-piercing pitch. Yoji is wracked by tinnitus and the memories of her past life: a formerly honored and respected entertainer of daimyo reduced to tea house girl after her brothel shut down and her name meant nothing to the new generation, and then to waste away in debtors prison after trying to buy back her old illustrious garments.
Yoru pushes forth, seemingly unphased.
"Time moves on, Miss Tayu. Accept your sealing with grace, or shall Asmodeus I let Asmodeus test the will of an angry ghost to avoid their charms?"
The girl clutches her forehead, her eyes lighting up brighter than before and a forked snake tongue extending out of her mouth. Her hair shimmers between neon pink and deep purple, as does her nails.
"Let me loose, let me have fun with this one, You'll feel every bit of pleasure! Miss Prissy Tayu just needs a bit of correction and she'll be begging to never leave our side"
Yoru seems to try and fight it, but her more demonic form refuses to let up: Yoji thinks on how he knew letting her drink so much was a bad idea.
The grudge spirit rushes forth, its inky black hair attempting to strangle Yoru's body, but as it gets close it withers into fragile, grey hair like you'd see on a 70-year-old woman: "So feisty, the big dicks of your day must have loved that in you. You're going to show me your submissive bitch side tonight though. Nobody breaks my favorite toy's nose without punishment
The Onryo attempts to charge, but the demon possessing Yoru sidesteps it swiftly and slams a sealing box cutter into its back. She drives the flailing spirit onto the ground and straddles it as Yoji watches with a feeling of light-headedness.
"SAY IT! GIVE ME YOUR PERMISSION YOU RELIC! TO BE MY COURTESAN TOY UNTIL I GET BORED WITH YOU!!" Asmodeus says with fervent sadism, extending Yoru's nails to rip up the Yukata worn by the spirit and rake its back slowly. The spirit tries to buck her off, but only has the box cutter driven deeper into them.
"Call me your goddess, your eternal captor that you will love for all time. It doesn't have to be true now: By the time you work your power back up you won't be able to live without me~"
The Onryo fights to the end, being forcefully sealed into the box cutter as Asmodeus dips a talon into Yoru's left forearm and creates a seal of blood to enact the ritual. The grudge spirit's cries are silent now, and Yoji is left with what may be a worse monster.
"My precious, pure, uncorrupted boy toy... I said I would show you heaven, but I can do much better"
Asmodeus starts to undo Yoru's dress. Yoji doesn't think twice about his next move.
A trash can slams into Yoru and sends her to the ground, and the effects of the demon seemingly fades. He fixes the straps of her dress and supports her lightweight like you'd support a drunk, pocketing the sealing box cutter just in case. Before he heals himself, he needs to get Yoru back to the library: Leaving her out here is like leaving a feast for the wolves of the night, even if he's she'd love that.
Yoji awakens from a nap on one of the library's couches. Amaryllis had been kind enough to let him crash there for a night after he'd healed his nose. He needed to get a better control of his powers: God's light could done much to that spirit without letting that thing inside of Yoru loose to have its fun. He sees the librarian reading as he straightens his suit. A skeleton butler kindly offers him some coffee, a welcome pep in his step as he decides to thank Amaryllis later and instead goes to check on Yoru.
He winces at the sickly sweet smell of her room, emanating chiefly from a shelf of perfumes. Her closet is large, and mostly full of tight, skimpy clothes that didn't surprise him. He saw comparatively few church clothes, more modest outfits alongside some seeming casual wear in the form of comfy hoodies. She had all of her lingerie on a rotating rack, some of it modeled on chilling life-sized dolls of herself. Their gazes made them seem almost alive, like touching them would wake them up.
Her vanity was cluttered with makeup, in an organized chaos of swatches, powders, brushes, and all the stuff he remembered seeing in his mom's bathroom. What made him almost turn out of the room was her.... an expansive collection of what he assumed were erotic toys. It was an entire moving box in the middle of the room and even contemplating what all these devices were meant to do made him want to pray for an hour.
Amaryllis had taken precautions when putting Yoru to bed, cuffing her wrists to the headboard of her bed with what she said were magical handcuffs that could resist reversal magic for a time. After last night, Yoji was ready to believe that was true. The girl herself lay down in her pajamas, her makeup washed off as she's tucked in her bed nice and warm. Her face has a scared look to it as she wriggles around and bites her lip. Yoji takes a seat at her bedside, trying to not feel like he's invading her personal space.
She was a slut, a demon-possessed, body-defiling mistress of corruption. Why did he feel anything but contempt for her and the sinful lifestyle she essentially brags about? He relaxed, looking over what was in front of him: A young woman gifted with extraordinary power and a hefty curse that chewed at her sanity, struggling in what was probably a nightmare. She'd eluded to not getting along with her family in confession, and from what he knew of the usual attitude toward gender and lifestyle transitions... he could guess what happened. He usually heard from the parent's side: seeing gender transition as something their child was to be coaxed out of so they didn't ruin the temple of a body God prepared for them.
It's possible more aggressive methods were used on Yoru, or perhaps her family simply gave up on her and she has regrets. Either option seemed to support why she would end up living such a strange life.
He sees her eyes flicker open, and an attempt to stretch her arms. She hears the handcuffs and sighs, looking away from Yoji with something he'd never seen on her.
She had a hint of shame.
"I.... Asmodeus... didn't hurt you, right?" she says, not wanting to look Yoji in the eyes as she doesn't fight the handcuffs. This seemed chillingly normal for her. He shakes his head.
"Are you... good to be released? Is that demon back in its place?" Yoji asks out of concern.
Yoru nods sadly as he goes to find Amaryllis. She lays asleep, so her butler unlocks Yoru's handcuffs.
Yoji and Yoru sit near each other awkwardly, the priest making the first move to break the ice that formed overnight.
"...I didn't know it was that bad. I'm.... sorry if I had talked to you like your.... problems were nothing before"
Yoru shakes her head: "I should apologize... I let it run loose by drinking too much without a... distraction to keep Asmodeus away from the surface. If I don't listen for too long it gets harder and harder to fight..."
"For what it's worth.... Asmodeus wanted you to fuck it, not the other way around" she says trying to muster a joking smile but failing.
Yoji winces: "I... appreciate the context"
"Every Monday I have an open 2 hours at noon. If you need someone to talk to, not as a confession but... to help keep Asmodeus out, then I will do what I can"
"If you can come, please do" he says with a blush, earning a giggle from Yoru.
"Is that a date I'm hearing?" she says without making it drip with an erotic undertone.
"If it helps you motivate yourself to come."
"To the meeting" he says with joking chastisement, willing to let himself have a joke too.
Yoji stands up: "...Thanks, by the way. Loathed as I am to say it, you gave me a goal beyond simply helping you" he says as Yoru catches his hand and reaches her lip up to his cheek, surprisingly stopping there.
"See you Monday" she says with a blushing, casual tone.