Kiku-No-Hana: The Young Man and the Faceless Woman

A greent text I've been doing for monster involving a mu-onna. Currently unfinished, just pasting this so people have an easy place to read it. The title is also a place holder.

 

 

>I recently lost my parents in an automobile accident.

>Completely alone in this city, no friends or relatives, but don't have enough money to a new city even with my inheritance.

>I moved into an old apartment complex. Never see the land lady, all our business is conducted through a danuki proxy.

>Spend most of my time alone. Never felt so lonely. Miss my parents, can't even really deal with my grief because I have to keep working to get a roof over my head.

>At night, I hear strange laughing coming from the rooms near me. Sometimes I hear something that sounds like a hushed "ara ara."

>Shiver and tighten my blanket around me.

>The noises are beginning to cut into my sleep.

>It's been two weeks. My life is caught in a cycle. Get up, go to my two jobs, and get home at eleven at night. Stay up all night afraid I'll get snatched by some kind of ghost or something.

>One night I get home from work and I notice that someone has prepared a fresh meal on the table, a Japanese rice dish with fish and vegetables.

>I'm suspicious at first but then I dig into the meal.

>It's very good, it's the first time I had a home cooked meal since my parents died.

>I say a word of thanks to whoever made it and I swear I hear a slight giggle come from one of the walls.

>When I settle back into my bed, I put my phone and one of those big heavy duty security guard flashlights within arm’s reach in case something tries to snatch me in the night.

>If something is going to try and turn me into rape bait, they've got another thing coming.

>This time, there are no noises. Somehow, this just seems worse, like the calm before a storm.

>I finally close my eyes, but I stay awake. I can't help but feel like something is watching me.

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>I've decided to stay up and listen for whatever has been making those noises.

>It seems like it's going to be another usual sleepiness night when I hear something come from the left wall.

>Sounds like something soft oozing out of a container.

>I crack my eyes open to see a woman FREAKING phasing through the left wall.

>No, that's not the right word.

>Phasing implies something just passes through an object.

>She's…dividing from it. Like a cell. Parts of her are pinching out of the wall and forming her arms and legs as she slowly oozes out of the wall. She's not a slime that much I can tell. Slimes leave a trail and have transparent bodies. Once she cleaved herself from the wall, she seemed surprisingly solid.

>The moonlight flooding in from the window allows me to see some of her features. She’s a pale greyish white color, with a head full of beautiful wavy black hair and a light grey kimono held together with a blue sash. I can't make out her face because of the darkness.

>She shakes herself from a moment, as though climbing out of the wall disoriented her. Then she does the strangest thing. She starts picking up around my apartment. Quietly stacking my dishes and putting stuff into the trash, rearranging some clothes. A couple times, I adjust my body slightly and she freezes before she's satisfied I'm just rolling in my sleep.

>When she's done, she cautiously moves to where I'm resting and starts to move her hand towards my face. Right before she touches me, I quickly grab the flashlight and aim her it at her face before turning it on.

>She doesn't even flinch. For a moment I'm confused. How could anything with eyes not be blinded or at least started by the intense lights?

>That's when I realize, she doesn't have eyes. Or a nose. Or a mouth. Her face is completely devoid of any features, like a blank canvas.

>I try to scream but she clamps a hand over my mouth.

>I start to struggle, lashing out at her with a blow from my flashlight.

>She catches it with one of her hands and fuses it into her arm. My only weapon gone, I start to panic.

Calm down.

>I stop moving as I try to determine where that voice came from. It almost feels like it's inside of my head.

Just take it easy, I'm not going to hurt you.

>"Is that you talking?"

>Yes. I'm sure by your reaction you've seen I lack a mouth. So I have to project my thoughts into another's head to communicate.

>My curiosity outweighs my fear for a moment. “Are you telepathic?"

No, I can only do it when I'm near someone, and I can only project my own thoughts.

>"Oh…that's kind of cool."

Indeed.

>"Wait, wait wait, I was scared out of my mind five seconds ago. What are you?"

Your landlord. I was worried about you, so I came in to check on you. I look after my tenants in my own way, and see if there is anything I can do to help them.

>"So you've been the one making all those strange noises lately while you've been watching me?

>She seems to pause for a moment before I notice a blush spread across her blank face.

Yes…I'm sorry I did not know you felt my presence.

>She let go of the flash light and bowed on her hands and knees.

I am sorry for scaring you. I am a mu-onna. I sensed your sadness and wanted to see if there was anything I could do to alleviate your suffering.

>"So that's why you've been cleaning my room and why you left that food?"

Indeed.

>"Why not just tell me this face to…oh. I'm sorry."

It's all right. But as you just seen, most people are very frightened by my appearance. They find it unnatural. I conduct all my business through proxy and try not to let people see me because I'm afraid they will leave and not have anything to do with me.

>She propped herself next to me and I couldn't help but admire her. While the lack of a face was…new, she had a beautiful, mature figure with full breasts and wide hips. As she shuffled next to me, I caught a whiff of feminine perfume. With her dignified way of speaking, kimono, and beautiful long hair, she almost seemed to be some kind of noblewoman.

>"So you were only trying to help me."

Yes. I'm sorry for scaring you. Your spirit seemed to be suffering. I want to help you if at all possible.

>"Well…I could use someone to talk to."

Then I will listen.

>I told her about the accident. The estate sale. The funeral. Getting stuck in the city. The endless days and exhausting nights. I didn't realize it until after I was done speaking, but she had subtly guided my head onto her lap and was stroking my hair. At first I thought it was a bit awkward, but I soon gave in and didn't care. It felt so nice just to be here, with this beautiful woman.

I'm sorry. That is a lot for any person to have to go through. Losing loved ones is a terrible experience.

>"Have you ever lost anyone close to you?"

Yes.

>She didn't project anything for a moment. >Unfortunately, I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

>"I'm sorry for asking." I told her.

No, it's all right. I'm at the age where it's expected you've lost a couple of people. You have nothing to feel bad about.

>"Hey Mrs…"

Kiku. Just Kiku, you do not need to refer to me as Mrs. It makes me feel old.

>"Thank you for listening. It helped a lot."

Good. So you will not feel bad about joining me for dinner tomorrow?

>" I can do that, I get off early tomorrow."

>She beckoned for me to sit up and then stood up.

Then I will take my leave.

>She started to phase back into the wall before turning around.

Take care of yourself, okay John?

>"How do you know my name?" I asked.

You are my tenant, remember?

>I'm sure if she had a face, there would have been a droll look on it.

>She gave me once last wave and then merged back into the wall.

>I curled up into a ball, and went to sleep. While I was dreaming, I caught vague flashes of a grey kimono, long black hair, and soft skin as something wrapped its arms around me and pressed me to its chest. It was the best sleep I had in months.

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>I thought a lot about Kiku the next day while I was working my usual shift at a minimum wage retailing job.

>She scared me a good bit at first, but she was attractive in spite the lack of…you know.

>It was weird, seeing a woman like that cloister herself away from the world.

>I mean, yeah it was kind of strange, but this is a world where humans intermingle with dragons, zombies, slimes…a woman with no face couldn't be that shocking. Could it?

>Nah I'm overthinking this. I should just be grateful someone has offered to feed me.

> My shift finally ends and I swing by my place. I know this isn't a date or anything, but I'd still like to look presentable.

>Put on my best shirt and some nice pants and clean my hair. Maybe I should put on cologne.

>Can…can she smell anything? I mean she doesn't have a nose right? Ah fuck it, I'm doing it anyway.

>After getting ready, I mosey down to her room and knock on the door.

Come In.

>Man that was clear as though she was standing next to me.

>I open the door and my jaw drops as I see Kiku. She looks different from last night. She's wearing a cherry blossomed colored kimono with sakura petal designs, and she has a dark pink sash tied around her waist. Her hair is done up in an elaborate style, with one of those beautiful combs you see on geisha dolls with golden designs perched in the middle of her hair. She has an intoxicating perfume wafting off her. I can't help but feel strangely aroused.

*giggle* Do not just stand there, come in and close the door.

>Wait did I just here her giggle in my head? Or was that more like feeling what…you know what I'm going to have to get use to this 'talking in your head thing'

>I close the door and take a seat in front of the wonderful meal she's prepared.

>She sits in front of me and bows, offering a quick prayer to whatever gods she believes in to give us prosperity and to offer us good luck.

>I dig in with a pair of chop-sticks.

>I'm not that great with chopsticks.

>Sometimes what I'm eating falls on my shirt.

>Kiku lifts a hand over her…non-existent mouth.

>At first I thought she was appalled.

>Then I realized she was laughing at me.

>"I'm sorry; I'm not very good at this." I tell her.

It is not a problem. I just find you humorous. Your reactions are cute.

>Cute? She thinks I'm cute?

>She holds her hand over her mouth again as I blush.

>"Is that something you do on purpose?"

Oh. I did not realize I was doing that. No…it's an old habit I never seemed to unlearn. My apologies.

>"No…I like it. It lets me know what you’re thinking.

Hmmmm

>"What's wrong?"

Nothing. How is the food?

>"Wonderful. You've done an excellent job."

Excellent. I am glad you are enjoying it. I have missed company.

>We talk for a bit. She tells me about how she moved to the city and bought this apartment complex to act as a landlord thanks to money she acquired in Zipangu. She wanted a fresh start away from her home country. She still keeps up with a set of Zipangu friends that live in the city like a Yuki-onna, a Raiju, and some others, though she does most of her business through a tanuki named Fumina she's know for a long time.

>I tell her about my job as a wage slave, and the grueling hours.

Hmmm, maybe Fumina can do something about that. I’m sure she can get you a better job if I call in a favor.

>"You'd really do that for me?"

Indeed. Though I would request a favor.

>"What's that?"

Would you spend more time with me? I miss people. You do not seem repulsed by me, like most others.

>"Actually, I think you are very beautiful."

Even with no face I could see her blush.

You do not need to mock an old woman like me. My body has outlived its youthful charms.

>"I don't think that's true at all."

She didn't say anything.

>I helped her clean the dishes and she used her cellphone to set up an appointment with Fumina.

> She escorted me to the door and I felt something bold come over me.

>"Hey, would you like to spend some more time together this weekend?

That would be very pleasant.

>"Great!" I gave her a quick kiss on the…general area where I thought her lips would be. It felt very pleasant. The whole area was extremely soft. I was surprised at how nice it felt.

>I pulled away and grinned. "Excellent."

She stood there for a moment confused.

Why did you do that?

>"Because I think you're pretty" It sounded childish but it was true.

Yet I have no face.

>I shrugged. I didn't know what else to say.

She laughed and gave me a hug.

You are a very amusing man. Very well. We will meet this weekend. I believe it will be a date yes?

>I nodded my head.

Good. See you then, John.

>As I made my way back to my room, I couldn't help but wonder what I was getting into. That night, I had another odd dream involving Kiku, with both of us naked under a sakura tree, the bright pink pedals spreading across her soft white skin as we made love.

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>Next morning I got up and prepared myself to go see Fumina about help getting a new job.

>Kiku gave me directions to her place. Fumina didn't live far from here. She mostly acted as a middleman for companies, so she would hopefully be able to place me somewhere I could be useful.

>Try my best to be hopeful, I really don't want to do minimum wage anymore.

>When I finally get to the office, I give my name and wait in the lobby.

>When my name is finally called, I get told to go to the office on the far right.

>The place is immaculate, with those little clocks you see in traders rooms that show time zones for all the different major countries. She has an abacus by her desks, along with two gigantic filing cabinets.

>Sitting at the desk is a danuki woman in her late 30s.

>I was kind of expecting her to be wearing something more Zipangu like Kiku's kimono. But here she is wearing a pantsuit.

>Guess that'll teach me to stereotype.

>She smiles when I greet her, shaking my hand.

>I sit down and fill her in on my background.

>She nods her head as I explain my living situation, and the jobs I've been working,

>Tell her it isn't that easy to find a job in my economy.

>She nods her head and opens my resume, glancing over it as we talk.

>Then she arches an eyebrow.

>"Why are you working two minimum wage jobs with a bachelors in Occupational Safety?"

>"Well…I thought I needed a Masters to do anything with that."

>She shakes her head. "We get a lot of big brains that come through, doing stuff like chemical engineering, toxicology, etc. But you know something we need for those people? People who can look at occupational hazards and deal with upper management. That's what you'd be doing."

>"So you think you know anyone that could use me?" I ask her.

>"Yeah, I've got a couple ideas."

>She gives me a list of some people and tells me she'll send my resume to them. When she hears something, she'll give me a call with the info.

>I thank her and ask if there's anything I can do to repay her.

>She gets quiet for a moment.

>"What do you know about Kiku?" she asks.

>"Not much. She's from Zipangu. She doesn't deal with people much. She's very sweet. I mean she gave me an appointment with you and I barely know her."

> Fumina stroked her chin. "I see."

>I don't know why, but I feel kinda weird, like Fumina isn't telling me something.

>"Hey John, how bout this. You spend more time with Kiku, maybe force her out of her apartment and we won't worry about a finder's fee or anything okay?"

>"Okay. I can do that I think."

>I get quiet for a moment.

>"Fumina…is Kiku alright? I don't mean to be rude, but she told me she doesn't deal with other people and she hinted. She’s lost someone close to her."

>Fumina gave me a worried look. "Kiku has had a…difficult life. It isn't really my place to talk about it. She's a good person, but I worry about her. It isn't healthy for her to cloister herself off from the rest of the world. I just want someone around to take her mind off her troubles, that's all."

> She swishes her tail behind her and gives me a playful grin.

>"Plus she admitted she thinks you're handsome."

>My face turns red and Fumina stifles a laugh.

>I thank her for helping me with my resume and as I head out of the office she calls out to me.

>"Oh and John?"

>"Yeah?"

>Fumina gets up from her desk and hands me a piece of paper." She really likes Sake but she doesn't drink alone. This is her favorite brand. It might be a good idea to treat her, since she set this up for you and all."

>I thank her and then make my way out of the office building. I didn't really know what I wanted to do with Kiku this weekend, but this was a good start.

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>It's finally the night of the date. I told Kiku we were going to be meeting at my place.

>Did everything I could do to get ready. Tidied the place up, put on nice clothing and cologne, set up a couple movie choices…actually that raises some questions. Can she even see like normal people? Never mind, I can't worry about that now.

>I've got a bottle of sake with two glasses on my coffee table.

> Just hope she has a good time.

>Now I just need to wait for my guest.

>With almost impeccable timing, I hear a rap on the door.

John, I'm here. May I enter?

>"Hold on, I'll be right there!"

>I run to the door after lighting some candles and open it, inviting my guest into my home.

>Kiku is…Kiku is stunning.

>She's wearing a white kimono with blue fringe and a dark navy colored sash. The outfit hugs her curves a lot tighter than her usual clothing, drawings my eyes to her full hips and breasts. Her hair is unbound, cascading down her shoulders, while a light veil obscures her…face.

What is the matter?

>I realize I've just been standing there, looking at her.

>"I'm sorry, you're just very pretty."

>She gives me a playful tweak on the cheek.

You do not have to lie. I know that there is nothing appealing about my body.

>I laugh. "Now that's a huge lie, if I've ever heard one."

>Kiku is quiet for a moment and then all at once a strange sensation passes through my head, like the sound of some kind of musical instrument. I think it's coming from Kiku.

>"What…what's this feeling?"

>Kiku freezes and the sensation stops.

I am sorry. I must have projected my emotions.

>"How does that work exactly?"

Mu-Onna do not have traditional sensory organs. This much you have already grasped, yes?

>I nod my head.

Mu-onna are spirits with physical bodies, but we are still spirits. I lack a mouth so instead of speaking, I project my spirit into your mind, allowing you to understand what I am trying to convey. When I am in control of my emotions, it comes off as though I am speaking.

>"And when you aren't?"

It is liked what happened a moment ago. Instead of words, it comes out as sensations.

>"That's amazing."

>She blushes.

Indeed.

>That was a lot quieter than when she usually projects something. I think she's embarrassed.

>I motion to the couch.

>"Would you like to sit on the couch? I bought some sake. I figured we could drink and enjoy each other's company."

>She clasped her hands together.

That sounds excellent.

>We sat down on the couch, though I made a point to be too close to Kiku. I'd like to say it was because I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable…but the truth was I was feeling a tad bit shy.

>I cracked the seal of the sake and poured Kiku a glass and then fixed one for myself.

>After handing her the glass, we clinked them together.

Kanpai.

>"Kanpai" I agreed.

>I started to lift the glass to my lips and then stopped. Did Kiku eat anything last night? I don't remember watching her ingest anything. How do you eat without a mouth?

>Kiku lifted the glass to her lips…and the liquid disappeared as it made contact with her face. There was no drip, no moisture. It was like nothing ever touched her face.

>"How did you do that?" I said in awe.

>I felt a sudden anxiety wash over me. It wasn't me…I think it was coming from Kiku.

I did not offend you did I?

>"No, of course not. I was just curious."

It is a part of being a Mu-onna. My entire body is comprised of a soft substance that can be used to absorb objects into myself. Let me demonstrate.

>Kiku poured another glass of sake and then stuck her finger into it. Within seconds, the glass was empty.

I can do the same with food, and inorganic material to a degree, though I cannot break it down. It simply stays in me till I remove it.

>"That's really cool."

>I felt bells chiming in my head. Kiku had lifted a hand over her face again.

>"You don't have to laugh. I was just telling you the truth."

No, no please do not be upset. You are just the first human to think what I do is "cool." It made me happy.

>I smiled as I poured her another glass.

Was Fumina any help?

>"Fumina was very helpful. She might be able to get me a job. Thank you for sending me to her."

It was not a problem. I merely wanted to help.

>"She was the one that suggested the sake actually."

*sigh* Of course she would. Fumina has been very insistent that I meet more people.

>Kiku lifted another glass of sake to her…lack of lips?

>"She also said you thought I was cute."

>I don't know how to describe a faceless person doing a spit-take, but Kiku did an admirable job of it.

What!? I cannot believe her!

>I shrugged. "Well if it helps, I think you're cute, so what does it matter?"

Because a woman my age shouldn't be courting a young man like yourself.

>"Why not?"

>Kiku got quiet for a moment.

When someone is as old as I am John, they are bound to come with complications. You do not need that.

>I inched closer to her, my hand touching her fingers. "What if I don't care?"

>Kiku froze. She didn't say a word. I felt a dull sense of unease pass over me, and this time, I wasn't sure it was just Kiku.

>She withdrew her hand, stroking where I had touched her as she spoke.

I…I will consider the notion. But I make no promises.

>"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

It is all right, I know you only had good intentions.

>"So what do we do now?"

>Kiku poured another glass of sake.

We drink, and enjoy each other’s company.

>The tension in the air dissipated as I drank another shot of sake and we began to talk.

We decided to talk about our hobbies. Kiku spent most of her free time working on art projects. She was talented amateur seamstress. She handcrafted most of the outfits I saw her wear. She also read a lot of historical fiction, and mostly set during the Edo and Meijin eras of her home country. I jokingly asked her if that had anything to do with her age and she…well she didn't seemed very pleased with me. She can have a sharp tongue when she wants to.

>I told her about some of the things I did. Mostly work with models and some of my own writing. I'd liked drafting technical parts and designs, though I wasn't much of an engineer. She looked through a couple of my sketches with interests.

As the night wore on, the alcohol started to take effect. Kiku was getting closer and closer. And a bit touchy. She'd laugh easier at a joke I said, and she'd occasionally snuggle up to me before realizing how close she had gotten and scooting back. It was awfully cute. I was getting to the point where I thought I was going to pass out. I'm not a heavy drinker but alcohol makes me sleepy.

>"Kiku?"

Hmmmm?

>She tilted her head to the side curiously.

>"I think it's time for me to go to bed."

Sssssfine. I can seeee my waaay out.

>Her words were coming across like static in my head.

>She tried to stand up and then stumbled and fell back on the couch.

>"You okay?"

Drank too much.

>"Do you want me to take you to your room?

Nooooo, people will see us. I don't want them getting any weeird Ideasz.

>"You can sleep in my bed then."

She protested something about taking the couch, but I wasn't having any of it. I carried her over my shoulder and set her down on my bed, wrapping my blankets around her.

>She didn't make any noise as I went into the bathroom and changed into some night clothing, but when I walked by my bed she grabbed my shirt.

Wait. Don't go.

>"What's wrong."

Stay with me. Please?

>There was need in her voice. Not lust, not desire. Just need.

>"Okay." I slid in next to her and wrapped the covers around us. I tried to give Kiku her own space, but when I turned my back to her, she placed her arms around my chest and began to spoon me.

>She was incredibly soft. Having her next to me gave an indescribable sense of comfort and warmth as she pressed her chest into me and tightened her grip. I could still smell the wonderful, lilac scented perfume coming off her.

Thank you.

>"You're welcome. Good night Kiku."

Good night John.

>Within a couple minutes, we both drifted off to sleep.

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>“Hey John, when are you going to move out and get your own place?”

>I roll my eyes as I listen to my father. “When I can, Dad. You know it isn’t easy to find anything with next to no experience.” I continue to text on my phone in the backseat as I listen to him prattle on.

>“I’ve got some friends in Southern Power that could use you. Just need someone to work on their resume.”

>“Dad, I got it. I’ll do it tomorrow.”

>“That’s what you said last week.” He chided.

>“John sweetie is your seatbelt on?” my mother asked.

>I quietly click it into place. “Yes, it’s been on the whole time.” My parents, man. I love em, but damn they can get under my skin. I’m twenty two, not twelve.

>“You know I just want to make sure you’re safe. I love you sweetie.”

>I can’t help but smile. Mom is really sweet, even when she’s being annoying. “I love you too mom.

>We hear a loud horn, and my eyes turn just in time to see a large truck swerve over the median and plow into the front half of the car.

>My stomach lurches as our car skids into a telephone pole. Everything goes black as I slam my skull into the headrest.

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>I wake up sweating, almost throwing the covers off the bed as I do. Godammit, I haven’t had that dream in a week, why did it have to happen now. I feel Kiku stir next to me as I brush back my sweat-slicked hair. She sits up and moves next to me, placing a hand on my forehead.

John, are you all right?

>“Yeah…yeah I’m fine.”

You do not seem fine. Your breathing is erratic and your brow is stained with sweat. And I thought I felt screaming.

>“I didn’t make any noise.” I told her.

No…I meant coming from here.

>She pointed to my heart.

I told you I could not hear inside your head…but I can sense and feel emotions to some degree. And I felt some very powerful ones surge out of you.

>“Like what?”

Regret. Frustration. Sadness. Pain.

>I tried to brush it off. “I’ll be fine. I’m going to go to the couch. I don’t want to trouble you anymore than I have.”

>Kiku wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head to her breast as she stroked my hair. I could feel her singing in my head. I began to calm down a bit, lost in the melody as she continued to embrace me, the smell of lilacs wafting into my nose and allowing the tension to ease out of my body.

You are not troubling me. You are a very sweet young man, and watching you suffer affects me deeply. I am here for you.

>Tears started to well up in my eyes. “Thank you, Kiku.” I said in a low whisper.

I have decided. Tonight, I will be your attendant.

>“Attendant?”

>She gently pushed me off of her and stripped off the top of part of her kimono, revealing a large pair of supple, greyish white breasts.  She took my hand and pressed it into her chest. Her breast was extremely soft, I marveled at the texture as looked into my eyes with her blank face.

John…you are suffering a great deal. I have felt the same way before. I am here to offer you a release. Tonight, lose yourself in my flesh. Use me to dull the pain. I will stay with you till morning and do whatever I can to make you feel happy.

>“I wouldn’t ask that of you Kiku. We barely know each other.”

I know you are a good young man with a strong heart. And I know you need me. It would not be entirely selfless…I do find you to be attractive.

>I thought about it for a moment. She was really beautiful.

>“Okay, I would love for you to be my attendant Kiku.”

Excellent. Now lie back and allow me to care for you.

>Kiku pushed me back onto the bed and straddled me, pushing her soft, warm body on top of mine. She pressed her face into mine and began to kiss me as her hands probed over my body.  Kiku stripped off my nightshirt and threw it behind me, as she grinded her chest into mine, her head bobbing vigorously as we kissed. I know it sounds strange, making out with a faceless woman. But she was so soft, and so warm it felt even better than kissing a regular woman. I felt her fingers slip over my chest and down past my underwear. Suddenly I gasped as she brushed her hand over my member. She began stroking it, deftly working the tip as she continued to kiss me.

John, would you like me to take you between my breasts?

>“Yes, very much so.”

>She lowered herself to my waist and pulled off my boxers. I could feel surprise emanating from her.

I am amazed you are this aroused by an old woman such as myself.

>“Stop saying stuff like that! I think you are beautiful.”

>I could feel something warm pass through me. My comment must have pleased her. She took my member in between her pillowy breasts and began to massage them. I gritted my teeth as the pleasure washed over me, trying to keep myself from coming too soon. She was very experience, her movements reaching a rhythm that kept me constantly stimulated. And the ungodly soft feeling of her warm breasts didn’t make it any easier to hold back. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning a couple times. It seemed to encourage her because whenever I did, she just moved faster.  My toes curled as the sensation became too much.

>“Kiku…I’m about to…”

It is all right. You may cum where you like.

>I gave one final gasp as I shot a torrent of cum over her face. She didn’t stop stroking until she milked every drop from me. I could feel warm sense of satisfaction coming from her as I looked at her. Kiku’s entire face was stained with cum, but after moment, it started to dissipate, and soon it was completely gone.

Your seed tastes quite exquisite.

>“Thank you?”

>She laughed and laid on top of me, her breasts pressing into me as she rested her head onto mine.

“That was really good. Thank you Kiku.” I told her as I stroked her hair.

Would you like to continue in a few moments?

>“I’d like that a lot. And Kiku?”

Hmmmm?

>“Stop putting yourself down. You’re very beautiful.”

>She didn’t say anything, but she nuzzled up to me and I felt a great sense of happiness emanating from her. I smiled as I held her close.

>After we had rested for a couple minutes, Kiku's hand began to drift down past my waist. I tensed up as she ran the tip of her finger over my glans.

My oh my, it looks like you are ready for another round.

>My mind flashed back to all the milf hentais I've read. "Doesn't 'my, oh my’  translate into Ara Ara? “I smirked. “Did you just Ara Ara me?"

>Kiku's face turned a delicious shade of red, her words losing their usual clarity and coolness when she spoke.

T-that isn't, I-I

>I pressed my face into her for a kiss, stopping her mid-sentence. I smiled as she turned her head away from me so I couldn't stare at the blush spreading across her face.

>"You're really cute when you're flustered."

>With agility that surprised me, Kiku jumped on top of me, her voluptuous, curvy body pressed into me.

You are incorrigible. I said I was going to pleasure you. You do not need to tease me.

>"I'm sorry. I only did it because I like you."

I know. But having you complement me and tease me...it does not sit right with my pride as a woman. I told you tonight I would be your attendant, and I will do just that.

>Kiku began to grind her snatch into my cock, her moist folds lubricating my member as she moved.

I have not done this for some time...I am afraid of what will happen without proper preparation.

>"If it hurts, let me know. I don't want to hurt you."

>I felt those familiar bells chiming in my head, Kiku's warm laughter.

Saying things like that...just makes me want to pleasure you more.

>Kiku aligned the pinkish white slit of her womanhood over the tip of my cock. With one mighty plunge, she took all of me inside of her. I felt a wave of pleasure surge over me as the inside of her vagina coiled around me. Her insides were warm and very soft, but also incredibly moist and tight. It felt like she was practically hugging my dick. Then the walls of her sex clinched even tighter.

Do you feel that? Because of my body, I have a bit more control of myself than most women. As you can tell, it has some very interesting applications.

>I didn't say anything, I could barely even think. I just let out a moan and began to pant. Kiku didn't say anything, but I could tell she was satisfied with my reactions. Then she began to move. I had to tighten the muscles around my stomach just to keep myself from releasing. She was moving very slowly, almost torturing my cock with each individual ridge of her snatch as she slid up and down.

Do you find this pleasurable John?

>A weak yes was all I could manage.

>She loosened her grip on me slightly, but then she moved her hands onto my chest and steadied herself on my manhood as she shifted her lovely hips into a better position to thrust.

>Then she plunged down. Again. And again. And again. Each time she descended, I almost thought I was going to lose it, but I bit my lip and persevered. I was a gentleman; I wasn't going to cum until she did.

>Kiku began to make more noises, her small gasps turning into moans. It was strange hearing these noises in my head, but it felt much more intimate. I was the only one that could hear how much pleasure she was experience. I began to match each thrust of her hips with one of my own.

>We both began to moan louder as we practically jackhammered into each. I could feel it; both of us weren't going to last much longer.

"Kiku, I'm about to..."

M-me too. John...hold me.

> I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her into an embrace as I released inside of her, my seed painting her insides white as we both let out a cry of ecstasy from our shared climax.

> Kiku rolled off of me and snuggled up to my side, both of us covered in sweat.

John...that was...that was very pleasurable.

>"It was."

> We didn’t say anything else. We didn’t need to. We were just happy to be with another that cared about us, even if it was just for one night. I laid my head on Kiku's breast and she sang a little lullaby to lull me to sleep. My eyes grew heavy and the world began to fade around me as I drifted into sleep.

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>When I woke up, I was surprised to find myself alone.

>Kiku had left without a word…

>As I walked around the apartment, I noticed the entire place was spotless. She must have cleaned while I was asleep. The carpet was clean, the dishes were all cleared, the windows were washed…hell she had even changed the bed sheets and put the old ones in the wash. I don't even know how that's possible considering I was asleep on them the whole time.

> I found a note on my countertop next to a plate of eggs and oatmeal.  

"Thank you for last night" was all it said.

>The note smells like lilacs, just like her.

>I sighed. I'd really hoped I could get her to come around. Kiku was…she was special.It didn't matter that she was older or that she had "baggage". She was beautiful, and articulate, and comforting. Being around her just made me feel like a new person.

>Still, she had said she would consider being with me. I'd just have to try harder.

>While I was pondering my current situation, my phone let out a beep.

>Hmmm, text from Fumina.

>"Hey, just got a person interested in your resume. She's an anubis heading a small paper printing company. Their current safety manager is stepping down, and they need him to mentor a new member before he quits. I'm sending you the address. I know this is short notice, but go there today if you can."

>Fuck yes! I made sure to put on the nicest clothes I had and gave myself a through once over in the mirror before heading out.I needed this job. Anything better than the minimum wage shit I was working now.

> Before I leave, I fold Kiku's note in half and slip it into my pocket. For today, it would be my good luck charm. I need all the help I can get.

>The paper company is located on the far side of the city.

>Took the subway because it would be easier than getting caught in traffic for five hours.

>The ride was pretty uneventful. A couple of hellhoodlums wearing shirts "I'm gonna ruff you up" and "It's only rape if you don't enjoy it" are both sitting in the back blasting their music.

>I was lucky enough to sit next to an older holstaurus. We chatted for a bit. It kept the other monsters from getting any…ideas.

>When we finally got to my stop, I thanked the holstaurus for keeping me company and made my way out of the underground.

>Luckily, the subway wasn't that far from the interview site.

>I walked through the door of the paper company and told the weresheep secretary I had an appointment. She gave me a sleepy nod and pointed me to the door on the far right.

>"Hey, before you go, let me give you a tip?"

>"What's that?"

>"The boss likes everything neat and tidy. Make sure you look organized. And don't be intimidated by her. She's kinda domineering, but she likes it if people show some backbone.

>"Why are you telling me all this."

> She shrugs. "Well, if you get the job, it's always nice to have someone owe you a favor, know what I mean?"

> I laugh. "I didn't know weresheep were so business savvy!"

>She gives me a playful wink. "Just me.Now go get 'em"

> I thanked her and walked into my (hopefully) future boss's office.   

>As I walk in, I can't help but notice how organized the office looks. Everything seems to be neat and tidy, even the stacks of paper on the manager's desk. Somehow, the whole place makes me feel slovenly.

>The Anubis working at the computer turns around and greets me with a cold look.

>"Good you're here. Sit down. My name is Nefti. I have my full day scheduled out and I can only talk to you for fifteen minutes." As if to accentuate the point, she flipped over some kind of small hour glass looking thing. I slide into the seat in front of her, as she pulled out a pair of reading glasses and glanced over my resume.

>"You came highly recommend. Good grades, recommendations from professors and a decent amount of student activity. Fumina also seemed very interested in you, for whatever reason."

>"But," she continued, "You don't have any work experience in this field. Only been out of college for a year, and nothing under your belt to prove you can handle the job. So tell me. Why should I hire you?"

>I froze for a moment. The weresheep wasn't kidding, she was intimidating. The way she looked at me, it made me feel like I wasn't even worth her time.

>Caught myself adjusting my tie as I tried to sell myself.

>"Well...uh I know I don't have any on the job experience b-but I do have..." I stumbled and mumbled for a bit. I could feel that I was losing her. She rolled her eyes and reset the hour glass.

>"We're done here. I don't think you're the right fit for this company.

>I thanked her, and started walking for the door. My hands in my pocket, I brushed over the note Kiku left me. Kiku...

>If I couldn't get this job, it would be harder for me to pay rent. I was barely making it with my two minimum wage jobs. I'd probably have to move out. Even if she lowered my rent, I'd feel like a parasite. I couldn't live with myself if that happened. I know she barely ever left the complex...I might never see her again.

> Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I turned around and looked at Nefti.

>"Wait. Give me one more chance."

>Nefti arched an eyebrow and looked at her watch. “You’ve got five minutes.”

> “I’m barely making ends meet; I’m working two minimum wage jobs. I’ve barely got enough cash to keep myself in a decent apartment. If I don’t get this job, I’ll probably have to move to a worse part of town or cut back on all my living expenses again. Which I can’t really afford to do.”

> “I’m not running a charity. I fail to see how that makes you a more interesting applicant.”

> I shake my head. “You don’t understand. I NEED this job. I will do everything in my power to keep this job if I get it. Do anything you need me too. Stay overtime without pay. Learn everything from the old safety manager as quick as I can. I’m young, fresh with information from college, eager to learn, and motivated. Does that make me a more interesting candidate?

> The Anubis paused for a bit, I felt her stare on me intensify as she looked at me.

>Finally, she nodded her head and wrote something down on a piece of paper, and then slid it to me.

>”That would be your starting salary.

>I choked. It was nearly double what I was making with both jobs.

>”A-are you sure?”

>”Would you like me to decrease it?”

> “No, no this is great!”

>”Good. I’ll contact you in the next couple days.”

> I almost bowed. “Thank you for your time.”

>”Just don’t make me regret this decision.”

>”I won’t!”

>I shook her paw, and then left the office with her contact number.

>Practically danced out of the building.

>It finally dawned on me when I was back on the subway I should text Fumina.

>“Fumina, I got the job!”

>”Great! Proud of you! :D

> Thank you so much for all your help. You’ve been so helpful. Is there anything I can do for you?”

>”Why don’t you take Kiku out to dinner? I’m sure she’d enjoy your company. ;)”

>”Sure…but I don’t really have any cash…”

> “I just transferred 60 bucks to your account. Go nuts. Pay me back later.”

>”How did you do that?”

>”Danuki, remember?  “

> “Ah fair enough .I’ll go by her apartment and invite her out.”

> “Go get her, tiger.”

> “And Fumina, thanks for everything.”

> “No problem."

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>I finally got to Kiku's place.I didn't bother changing since I'm still wearing a suit.

>I give a slight rap on the door.

One moment.

>Kiku unlocks the door. She must have been cleaning. She's wearing a pink tank top with a pair of blue jeans. First time I've seen her wearing something casual. I can feel a bit of nervousness emanating from her.

John…what are you doing here?

>Now I was feeling nervous too, especially after how she disappeared this morning.

>"I uh…Fumina sent me to a job interview at Papyrus Prints. I got the job!"

>Kiku let out a squeal and gave me a tight hug.

That's wonderful! I'm so happy for you!

>"Y-yeah, it's great." I can't help but feel self-conscious as she practically smooshed my face into her marsmallowy chest.

>For a brief moment, like half a second, we stay like that and then suddenly Kiku lets go and steps back.

I…I am sorry. I got ahead of myself.

>"It's okay" I didn't tell her how happy it made me feel. She was already turning red from embarrassment.

>"I was wondering, could I take you out to get something to eat? I'd love to celebrate with you."

>She seemed to think about it for a moment.

I have not had a night out in a long time…It sounds like it will be an enjoyable opportunity.

>"So that's a yes?" I say with a grin.

Indeed. I need to change first.

>"Alright! sounds great!"

>She ushers me into her apartment and I sit on the couch while she goes to change.

>When she comes back, she's wearing a beautiful pink and red kimono with sakura petals and lotus blooms. It seems to fit much tighter than her usual fair. Her hair is done up in a knot that rests over her left shoulder, and she has a small red purse in her hand.

>She giggles as I look at her.

I am glad to see you like it. I haven't worn this piece in a long time. I used to wear it when I went out with…

>She pauses and then shakes her head.

>"What's wrong?

It is nothing. I do not want to spoil the mood.

>She's hiding something…but I choose not to pry.I offer her the crook of my arm.

>"Shall we be off?"

> She nods her head.

Lets.

>Kiku doesn't have a car and I don't feel like dealing with public transit again, so we take my small, beat up Honda. Not the most masculine of cars, but who gives a fuck when you have someone like her riding shotgun.

>I decide to take her to a fancy steak place Fumina recommended. She told me it wouldn't be as expensive as some of the other places in town, and they cooked damn fine steak.

>"Hey Kiku...you're going to be okay with eating out right? I know you don't leave your place very often."

>She places a hand on my thigh.

It will be all right. You are with me, after all.

>I smile. “Okay good. I can try to get us a more private if you want."

I would appreciate that. People find my eating habits...unnerving.

>"I'm sorry...it isn't your fault."

I realize this, but my eating habits still trouble most people, monster or human.

>"It doesn't bother me."

And for that I am grateful. But I think you just missed the turn.

>I curse and then loop back around into the restaurant's parking lot.

>The place is pretty packed, I'm surprised this many people are here. The hostess was kind enough to let us get a secluded table towards the back of the restaurant.

>When we get to the table, I scoot out a chair for Kiku. She giggles as she sits down.

My oh my, someone is being a gentleman.

>"You're doing the ara ara thing again." I say with a coy look.

>She gets flustered and pretends to stare at her menu.

>"Hey Kiku...I don't mean this to sound rude. But how do you see?"

That is a very good question. It's like...imagine my skin as a massive sensory organ. Even though I don't have eyes or a nose or a mouth, it can absorb information from the world around me. I can see about as effectively as a regular human, though I have problems with depth perception.

>"That's really cool. But...how do you process light with cone and rod cells in your eye? How is the image focused without a lens?"

>She shrugged.

I honestly have no idea. I've just come to accept that is how I work. Sometimes it is easier that way.

>"I probably shouldn't be asking all this. I feel like I'm being awkward.

No, no! You are fine. I am surprised you keep asking these questions but they do not bother me.

>We make idle chatter for a bit. We both order medium rare steaks with garlic potatoes and I ask the waiter for a little sake.

>As we wait for the meal, Kiku drinks a couple glasses of sake. (I can't, since I'm driving.)

It's very refreshing when I get the chance to drink. I don't do it very often.

>"Why not?"

I only drink socially. I used to drink alone in the past. It was not...pleasant.

>The mood gets awkward for a bit. I decide to change the subject.

>"Fumina is a pretty great person. She's been very helpful. How did you meet her?"

Ah Fumina. When I became a mu-onna, she was the first person to reach out to me. She helped me collect myself and get myself together. She was the one that suggested I move to the States.

>"Do you ever miss Zipangu?"

No.

>Her response was terse.

I'm sorry, it's my home...but it is filled with memories I would like to forget.

>I sigh. "Man I can't win for losing. I feel like I'm nothing but Mr. Awkward Questions."

>She laughs and places a hand on top of mine.

No, you are a charming young man. My past is just something I find hard to speak of.

>The food finally gets here and we enjoy a solid meal. Definitely going to thank Fumina for recommending this place.

>When we are finished, I leave a decent tip and escort Kiku back to her apartment.

>We stay quiet on the drive back. She seems oddly pensive. She doesn't say anything till we get to her door.

Good night John, it was a pleasant experience.

>She starts to open the door when I call out.

>"Wait. I...I wanted to ask you about last night. Did that mean anything? Or were you just with me because you felt bad for me. I felt really bad when you weren't around when I woke up...I thought I must have made a mistake.

>She closed the door.

John...you are a wonderful man. I would be lying if I said I did not have feelings for you. And rest assured, last night was excellent. But I am not the type of woman that a young man like you should be seeing. I...I have too much baggage. If you need me, I am here for you, but I do not think I would make a good partner. Good night John.

>I slump my shoulders and begin to walk towards my room.

John?

>I turn around. She gives me a kiss on the cheek and backs away.

You really do mean a lot to me. Hopefully, we can meet again as friends?

>I gave her a sad smile. "Okay."

>She nods and retreats into her apartment.

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>The last couple of weeks have been kind of a mixed bag.

>Work has been tough, but my new boss isn't as bad as I thought she was going to be, and the pay is great. I still have to carry home binders of work material and go over guidelines and ethical concerns everynight. I've been able to make a couple friends at work; we've even gone out to eat together a time or two. It's starting to make the city feel a little less lonely.

>Kiku has been...very withdrawn. I see her almost every day. We eat together. We talk a lot. I've helped her move furniture the complex around and she cooks me dinner in exchange. Just being around her has been great, but there's always this tension. I know she can feel it too. She's afraid to hug me, or get too close.

>One day, I knock on her apartment and she answers wearing a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra. She’s toweling off as she looks at me.

Hello John, did you need something?

>"I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk. I've got nothing to do, and I could use some company."

I am not that fond of leaving the complex. People outside tend to stare at me.

>I shuffle awkwardly. "It's okay. I understand." My disappointment was tangible. She sees my puppy dog expression and her resistance begins to falter.

No, no I'll come with you!

>"Are you sure? If you don't want to go out, you don't have too."

I probably should. It is unhealthy for me to be cooped up here for too long. Besides, I enjoy your company.

>I smile. "Great!"

>She motions for me to come inside her apartment.

Give me a moment to shower and change.

>I try not to stare at her ass as she sashays to   her bedroom. Kiku has this way of making every movement of her hips seem alluring. I hear the shower turn on and I try to keep my thoughts relatively clean as I distract myself with my phone.

>She comes out about fifteen minutes later wearing a white kimono with a hood obscuring her face and one of those Japanese parasols.

>"You know...you don't have to wear that hood. No one is going to think less of you because of how you look. I mean, we live in a world with lizard people and zombies and walking plants. I'm sure you aren't going to upset anyone.

>I feel something like an icicle stab into my chest.

But they all have a face. I do not.

>"It doesn't matter. I still think you’re beautiful."

>A kaleidoscope of emotions plays through me from Kiku. I can sense fear, nervousness, I feel a little pang of embarrassment, but the biggest thing I feel from her is gratitude.

I just do not want to make others uncomfortable.

>"And I just want you to take some pride in yourself. You have an amazing figure, and you're a wonderful person. Stop being so hard on yourself."

>She thinks about it for a moment, and lowers the hood. Kiku has her done up in a matronly side knot with a gold butterfly hairpin. I’ll never understand why she’s so critical of her appearance. Even without a face, I think she looks gorgeous.

>"See you look stunning!"

>She stifles a laugh and I feel mirth run through me.

You are ridiculous. But if it makes you happy…I will keep off the hood.

>I open the door and we both step out of the apartment.

>We don’t really have a set plan; we just make our way to a local park.

>It’s a nice place; a shirohebi converted a part of the park into a Zipangu style botanical garden complete with all manners of plants and flowers.

>Kiku and I walk close to each other, ours hands almost touching. A couple times, I brush her hand and she pulls back her arm.

> We chat about our lives. She has a couple of unruly oni tenants, but she’s had some success calming them down. She’s also been secretly helping a poor were mouse family by “multiplying” their groceries while they sleep.

>I tell her about work and my friends. She’s very proud of how far I’ve come from when I first started in the complex. I can’t help but smile when she compliments me.

>As we are walking, my eyes drift to a small plot of white flowers. We stop walking and I bend down to examine them.

>”These are really beautiful.”

Kiku-no-hana. Or in your language, the chrysanthemum. It was adopted as the symbol of the Japanese royal family during the Meiji era.

>”I’m surprised you know so much about them.”

My mother named me after them.

>”Appropriate.”

>She leans down next to me and cups one in her hands.

I think she did it because they always made her happy. I envy flowers. They bring people much happiness and make the land look so beautiful, even though they do not last long.

>She gets back up and dusts off her legs.

> “Did you want to see if we could take some back with us? I’m sure the shirohebi wouldn’t mind if we asked.

>Kiku shook her head.

No…white Kiku-no-hana have a special meaning in my culture. They are gravestone flowers. She probably intends to use them for funerals.

>”God…I feel like such an idiot.”

>Kiku walks over to me and gives me a brief hug, the first one she’s given me since our last date.

You did not know. You were just trying to be thoughtful.

>It’s beginning to get late. We decide it’s a good idea to head back to the apartment. Kiku is walking much closer than before. This time, when my hand brushes over hers, she takes a hold of it.

Thank you for making me come outside today, John. I needed this.

I give her a slight smile. “You’re welcome.” 

>We walk the rest of the way back hand in hand.