Two Gyaru's call me Daddy... could there be more? Find out on the next episode of pok- (Final Part.) (+18)

I move into Natsuki's embrace and kiss her, and she plays with my hair. My women do love my hair, its golden shine and mesmerizing aura; I move one of my hands down while kissing her, guiding my cock to her pussy as I slowly push it inside her making her moan underneath our kiss as it invades her deepest parts of her garden until it could do no more I let it sit there. In contrast, we kiss and enjoy one another touch and warmth.

Then I begin to slowly pull out of her, making her moan even more, one filled with pleasure and protest for taking away what made her feel good. So I caved in and pushed it back inside as she moaned in joy for having her desires fulfilled. We tangle our limbs together as she and I seek pleasure from one another. Her fingers dig into my back to brace for her release while I keep pushing forward. In search of mine, she moans to the movement of my penis as she cums.

Our flesh becomes caked with sweat as our passion burns us; the love and care for one another needs and desires fuel us to do the best we can for one another. The skills she learned from the years of being in that place are driving her to make my release. The way she tightens her pussy when I pull out and push back it brings my pleasure to the next level.

She bites onto my forearm as she is pushed to another climax, trying to keep herself awake so she can bring me to release. It pushes her to go beyond her limits as time ticks by. The sounds of grunting and moaning are all you hear in this big penthouse. But the sound brings this cold place warmth and love as it birthed these songs like angels singing their hymns and prayers to the birth of a new day.

"Dear, I won't be able to last much longer. Please release your love inside me. That is all I desire."

I kissed her as I began to move faster, spurred on by her desire and my desire to meet it. I finally release my love into her as she releases her love onto me. We hug each other, riding the wave of love spreading out inside us and the pleasure that is brought along for the ride. She falls asleep as I pull out of her, and her pussy spits out some of my love; how rude? I thought with a chuckle.

The girls are still passed out, so I go to the kitchen and grab some wine and a couple of glasses just in case they want them. I don't mind the two High school girls drinking either, as I don't care for the laws of humans. As I pour my glass, I notice three girls finally moving. As I smile and think to myself, round two, I pick up Katsuki and tell the girls to come to the bedroom as they blush and nod. I lay Katsuki on the bed and go to the door as the other girls enter. I close it with a big smile on my face.

Two hours later, I stand on the balcony, lusting for more, but I look at the bed, and all the girls are pretty tired. They can't handle any more love tonight. I look at the clock, and it's just before 10 pm. I need to get Tamia and Kiyomi home as I don't want to worry about their parents yet. Tamia has her plans, and so does Kiyomi; I can't go after Kiyomis mother and sister just yet as I was looking in her mind, and both of them work as Hostesses to cover the debt that her shitty father left them before running away with another woman.

I will go hunting around the city as I don't need to sleep as much as they do. I walk over to Yawen, kissing her forehead. She smiles as I tell her I need to take the two gyarus home, and I am still pent up, so I will be looking for more women to shower with love.

She wishes me good hunting as she covers her mouth and chuckles. Tamia and Kiyomi get dressed, and I head out as Katsuki is asleep. I don't wake her. We get to the lobby, and the limo driver meets us. As he opens the door, we get in, and the girls lean their heads on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. They smile as this day has been the best for them in their shit lives, and they don't want to lose me. They make up their minds to be with me no matter what and do what it takes to make me happy, and they know I like sex, so they have girls in their minds to give to me.

They both live on the edge of Tokyo, as their families aren't well off. When we get to the start of their street, some houses look run down or in ruins. I decide to steal them away from this place. I leave the limo, give the girls my number, and tell them to call me on Monday. I will take them out on a date, as they deserve so much love.

They smile, and both kiss me while I slide my hands under their short skirts playing with their asses, but not too much, as the pleasure from my hands almost makes their legs give out as they playfully hit my chest in protest. They say goodbye and walk home, holding onto each other's arms.

I told the limo driver to take the night off as he won't be needed today. He nodded and looked at me with contempt as those two were High school girls, and I had sex with them. I shrugged my shoulders as I am a god of love, lust, and desire. Do you think age laws matter to me? Gods are controlled by their titles; they can't fight it. I tried initially, but it was pointless as it ate away my resolve and ensured I couldn't build it back up.

I begin to walk, and after two blocks, I hear crying from a run-down home. The windows are broken, and cloth rags hang out of them. If you look up the haunted house, this house is the picture used. The people walking by turned their heads away from the house and began to run, which was interesting. Let's see what we got here.

I opened the gate to the courtyard and stepped in. The crying stopped. You're playing hide-and-seek now, are you? Jokes on you. I always win that game when I play it with my daughter; I never take it easy in hide-and-seek.

I open the door, and it makes a creaking sound. I step inside, and the floorboards make the same sound. It's quiet and cold, which is strange as it was pretty warm outside, if anything, this tells me. This person isn't average, and I look through the house. Starting on the ground floor, I looked through this house, which must be 60-80 years old and empty for half that time, as I picked up a newspaper. It's dated August 1944, that's around the time the US started to bomb Japan.

I make my way through everything downstairs and head upstairs. While looking around, I come to a room that must have belonged to a woman. I pick up a photo and look at it. She was in a Kimono. It seems like she was an Oiran. She is gorgeous. I hope she is still around, even in old age. I can give her youth back because I want her.

I keep looking around; then I see the stairs to the attic. If I were human, I would be like hell no; right now, I may have been like hell no once I stepped into the courtyard. I get to the bottom of the stairs, and the crying starts again. It's a woman, and even her cries sound beautiful, as morbid as that sounds.

I place my foot on the step and step up as the crying stops; oh, brother. I know you know I am here, but why else would you stop crying and start crying when I do something like enter the courtyard and step onto the stairs?

I get into the attic and look around. I see someone sitting in front of a round window, looking at the moon. I walk to a chair about twenty feet from her and sit as I look at the photo of the woman I found downstairs.

"This woman in the picture I found downstairs is lovely; she looks to have been living here around 1944, around the time my country started to bomb Japan."

The last part of my sentence made her jump a little.

"Do you really think the woman in the picture is lovely?"

"Yeap, any man would be lucky to have her as a wife. I wish I knew what happened to her. Do you know what happened to her?"

She was looking down, but after I finished, she looked up at the moon and began to speak.

"She was the most beautiful woman in her village and loved her childhood friend. But her parents thought she could do better and wouldn't let her marry him. So they ran away and married here, and then the war broke out. Her husband thought he could make a better life for them as he was only a farmer's son and couldn't get a good-paying job in Tokyo. But the money he sent back wasn't a lot, and his wife couldn't pay for everything and eat, so she had to become an Oiran. She wanted to survive, but she always loved her husband dearly. Her husband was sent to China and did a year before getting a chance to come home."

She stopped for a moment, and it became quiet again. 

"He wasn't the same; he was crueler and mean, and when her husband found out she was an Oiran, he went into a rage, cutting her face for being so Beautiful, but to him, she was ugly, and he said now it matched as he placed his hands around her neck and choked her to death. She didn't know why he couldn't understand that she didn't like doing it but didn't want to die before he came back. She was a village girl in a society that limited what she could do. But he hated her and killed her; she resented ever marrying him while she was dying."

"Sounds like her husband was a pile of shit if he couldn't understand that his pay wasn't a lot and jobs for her were limited. She needed to eat, but even being an Oiran, she still deeply loved him. To me, he wasn't deserving of her love."

I stood up, walked behind her, and stopped. She looked over her shoulder, and all I could see was her eye through her hair. Then she spoke.

"Do you think I am beautiful?"

I smile and reply.

"Yes, you are beautiful."

She stood up, and she must be barely 5 feet.

"How about now?"

She said as she lifted her head, and her mouth opened wide as she lounged at me, but I grabbed her arms and pulled her to the floor with her hand over her head. This shocked her as no human could ever overpower her before she ate them. 

"Yes, you're still beautiful. Kuchisake-onna, may I know your name?"

She looked up at me with red eyes, and her mouth, which had slits on her cheeks, started to seal her slits before she finally spoke.

"Jigoku is the name I go by now."

"Hell? But how can hell be so beautiful? You're more like heaven in my eyes."

These words made her blush.

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