The Sixth Night: Nurarihyon

Author: [Originally, the setting was that a married couple would go to a different world. However, because it was difficult to develop the story, it became what it is now. But when I think about it, there was no need for it to be in a different world. It could have been a story where yokai come from another world to the couple's home. However, since I prioritized coming up with an interesting title and also because I've grown fond of this different world.]

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My wife and I were waiting for the next guest, Nurarihyon. However, no matter how long we waited, he did not appear. The "otherworldly wind" that signals the arrival of guests never blew. When we were tired of waiting, we heard some noise from the neighboring room. We opened the sliding door and saw an old man who had somehow entered and was drinking sake.

"Oh, you must be tired of waiting. Sorry to have started without you two. Come on, take a seat," said the old man.

As prompted by him, my wife and I sat facing him at a low table... It was undoubtedly Nurarihyon.

In ancient times, it is said that monsters held banquets to entertain their guests with sumptuous meals as part of their hospitality; however, after this custom fell out of use over time only "tsumakari" remained as a remnant tradition where alcohol and food are offered in front of sleeping quarters during tsumakari events like this one.

Monsters rarely touch these offerings so staff (in other words us) usually end up eating them later on; but apparently Nurarihyon had already started his own drinking party before our arrival without us even noticing it.

Indeed just as legend has it...

Although we were supposed to be the ones being waited for,

I couldn't help feeling guilty about making him wait instead.

Regarding Nurarihyon himself, he talked about trivial things while ignoring tsumakari altogether; so I tried asking various questions about him, but he evaded them all with vague answers such as "Is that so?" or "Hmm? That's news to me." until suddenly...

"Do you think I haven't been saying anything meaningful?"

I panicked when he guessed what I was thinking.

"It's okay, it's okay. Young people find stories from old folks boring anyway. But still, it's sad..." With a truly sorrowful expression on his face, he buries his face in the bosom of the woman next to him.

Wait... wasn't my wife sitting next to me? When did I and Nurarihyon switch places? And when he hugged my wife, he slyly put his wrinkled hand into her cleavage...

Before I could panic about this situation, Nurarihyon said something: "By the way... didn't you entertain Ushi-oni recently?"

"How do you know that?" Before I could even question him further, he continued speaking.

"Ushi-oni is quite large... It must have been difficult for you." My wife blushed as she remembered that incident.

"If you were with such a big thing like Ushi-oni, wouldn't you be unable to satisfy yourself anymore?" Nurarihyon asked me. No no no! My wife was burning with passion after that!

But if she was only being kind to me...

"Don't make that face. Let me teach you how to please your husband," said Nurarihyon as he began fondling my wife's breasts from behind. She let out a pitiful moan.

"These are good breasts... They're soft like freshly made mochi and smooth like daifuku. Yet they're also juicy enough to produce honey if squeezed hard enough... The nipples are hard like small plums too."

Nurarihyon started giving us tips on how women can please their husbands at night while drinking sake together.

I can teach you how to do a titjob too, don't underestimate someone from another world. It's just that I didn't have the courage to ask... By the way, old man, didn't you say "paizuri" with the same pronunciation as in my world?

Ignoring my doubts, Nurarihyon was having his wife practice giving him a titjob.

His exposed penis had grown large and grotesque in contrast to his thin body.

It was being sandwiched between my wife's soft breasts like marshmallows.

"Okay, now use both hands to squeeze from the sides... Oops, don't put too much pressure on it. Gently wrap your arms around it and use your body to massage it instead of just using your hands."

Squelch, squish, slurp...

The wife faithfully followed his instructions as obscene sounds filled the room.

"And then like this...there you go." He poured sake from a flask onto her chest. The wetness made her breasts look even more alluring as they glistened in the light.

They shook like jiggly pudding and wrapped themselves around his penis like a slippery monster. It was incredibly erotic.

"Oh...this is heaven! Now suck on the tip with your lips...yes, that's right...ohh I can't take it anymore!"

Encouraged by him, she eagerly sucked on his manhood while he moaned in pleasure.

"Ahh!" A white stream shot out of him and hit her face. She wiped it off with her fingers before licking them clean at his request.

"That's good enough for now. Suck up any remaining drops."

She obediently did so without hesitation.

"You're such a good girl - obedient yet quick to learn. You'll make an excellent wife," he said while patting her head affectionately and wiping away any messes with a cloth napkin before cleaning himself up with some water from a teacup.

"Now that we've warmed up our bodies let's move on to tonight's lesson - remember to take this seriously as if I'm really your husband."

He began giving strange instructions once again.