Kapitel 99: Yukari(Touhou)
TRIGGER WARNING: All characters and personalities in this story are fictional. I do not condone violence or discrimination against anyone in real life.
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The Gap Hag of Gensokyo
Yukari walked through the void, tilting her head back with a smug expression. She paid no attention to the cold, howling winds swirling around her. The screams of lost existences spread across the brittle fabrics of reality. Eyes of every shape and size flapped open to stare at the blonde woman striding before them. They all moaned in their half-metaphysical state. Tentacles appendages dislodged themselves from the walls of nothingness, and crawled through the abyss, reaching out to touch Yukari's feet.
And they stopped at the sound of her voice.
"Patience little ones. I don't plan on fighting anyone today... When that time comes, I'll give you something to kill... But first, Mommy wants to have a little fun."
She lifted her palm forward, and the blackness of space shifted and contorted, churning into itself. Yukari's powers penetrated the gap between dimensions, connecting them, creating a wormhole that slipped past the Great Hakurei Barrier and into the magic-barren air of the Outside World. The portal opened. A dim red light poured in through the opening. Music played in the distance, the rhythm and melody drowned out by the harsh bass that vibrated even across the thick walls of the yearning void. Warm, dry air floated across her skin. She sniffed the musky scent of sweat and perfume wafting through the portal. Yukari smiled in excitement and stepped forward out of Gensokyo.
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Lady From Out of This World
The gap demon stood idly in the darkened corner of a Las Vegas strip club. Humans all around. Men slobbering at the women dancing around metal poles. Women sat down across the men's laps, their hands digging into their pockets while the men dug their fingers into the stripper's breasts. A world of money and flesh, and Yukari stood in the darkness, regarding them as a clandestine goddess.
She observed them for a time. Read the atmosphere. Judged who was worthy of her attention. And it wouldn't be long before others spotted her in return. A domino effect then took place, every one of them surprised to see the strange figure standing at the corner of the club. Yukari would step forward then, and walk across aisles, pretending that she had been there all along.
The men's gazes scrambled to absorb everything about her appearance, minds creating wild fantasies about what lay beneath her dress. Her outfit tonight was a skin-tight white dress that cut off at her thighs. White stiletto high-heels accentuated her long, bare legs. They could see flashes of her black lingerie panties with every step she took. Every stride created a tidal wave of emotion within the men's consciousness.
Yukari giggled. She will never tire of the humans who stared wide-eyed at her mature, feminine form. The other dancers became irrelevant. Now, their spotlights only served to highlight Yukari's shapely silhouette. The club's low, ambient red lights did nothing to hide her voluptuous body, with thick, rounded hourglass curves, childbearing hips, and watermelon breasts that bounced with every movement. She looked otherworldly, with a height of almost 6 feet tall, and blonde, wavy hair that extended down to her ankles. Each lock of hair ended with red bows tied to the end, giving her a doll-ish appearance. Her blonde hair and milky white skin stood out in the dim glow of the strip club. And those lucky enough to stand close to her would notice Yukari's deep, purple, inhuman eyes.
"Hmph. How disgusting." She muttered as she turned her head.
These men. They'll moan and pine for her all they wanted, but she'd be the one to choose who would touch her.
Her gaze swept over her surroundings in fascination. She wanted to tame a particular type of beast that night. One that was best suited to satisfying her carnal desires… All she needed to do now was choose the one she wanted.
"Oh, but to see them squirm!" Yukari giggled to herself.
"To see them drool and slobber, to see them practically beg to have one little lick of me! Oooh ho ho!...
Sometimes she'd turn around and bend over, knowing the intensity in which they stared at her ass. Or she'd get close to those who happened to be nearby, caressing their shoulders, a juicy thigh exposed and rubbing up against their waist. Then…with a wink and a smile, she'd step away… leaving them in a painful tease…
There was some kind of magic in the air that night. And everyone knew that strange sensation was coming from her.
Yukari sauntered over to the bar and leaned on the countertop. The way she kept her legs and back straight as she leaned forward gave everyone a view of round, shapely ass whose contours peaked through her dress. She turned to give everyone a fleeting backward glance before speaking to the bartender, who stood there with sweat dripping down his suit. And she heard the hurried whispers that spread all across the strip club as if each of them spoke right into her ears.
"Oh, man... Who is that?"
"Who knows?… We never saw her come in through the entrance."
"Never saw her out on the street, either. Didn't drive in with a car or anything like that."
"That woman doesn't work here. And she isn't dancing. Think she's a dyke?"
"If she were, then she'd be ogling the girls and not us."
"You're seeing that too? There's something I don't like about this… Just seeing her gives me the willies."
"Same bro. I'm getting an ill omen with her around. To be frank, I think we should get out of here."
Another voice rang up louder than the others. Almost shouting. The speaker may as well have been beating his chest at those around him.
"I don't give a shit. I'm fucking her tonight. I'm breaking her. To hell with any of these other girls, she's the one I'm bringing back."
The others lowered their voices, speaking to him in cautious tones.
"I've got a bad feeling about this, man. That isn't some random gir-"
"Oh shut the fuck up, retard. What? You wanna be a pussy over some lady in white huh? Ooh so mysterious! Pssh. If you want to be a scared little faggot then that's on you. She's some dumb bitch as breedable as any other. When you losers are at home jerking off, you can imagine her screaming to my dick!"
Then that man whispered to someone next to him. Yukari smiled as the sound reached her ears. His breath drifted across her neck despite coming from the other side of the building.
"When I give the signal, get the van ready..."
The man who was speaking left his seat. He was a white-skinned, middle-aged man wearing tight khaki jeans and an even tighter shirt. His brown hair slicked back with so much gel that it shined in the light of the strip club. His skinny frame clashed with the man's protruding gut. Yukari noted his arrogant sneer and the way his head tilted back as he approached. He staggered over toward the bar, the heap of cologne wafting into her nose as he drew closer.
"Hey baby... "
The closer he got, the more his breathing got ragged. As though he were getting struck by an insurmountable aura of lust. And he tried to speak even as mind and body were about to go wild, almost making him pant like an animal.
"…I've checked out all the girls in this club, and I say you've got to be the finest one of the bunch."
She sized him up then. Her ears peered down and up to get a look at his entire body, gaze slowing as it focused on his crotch. Saw the bump shaking within his pants. A smile spread across her lips, and she gave a strange, foreign kind of laugh.
"Fufufufu…. Oh, that isn't as impressive as you might think."
He blinked as though unable to register her words.
"Hah. So funny. Say, what's your name girl?"
The woman's purple eyes lit up. And her smile grew deeper. Sharper. Like some kind of predatory animal that had cornered its prey. The man's heart skipped a beat… only to start up again three times as fast as she leaned toward him, putting her lips close to his ear, whispering with her breath hot on his skin.
"Yukari Yakumo."
He couldn't concentrate. Yukari had given him a tantalizing view of her cleavage. A window into those supple breasts that called out in invitation for him to bury his head between those bountiful bouncing treasures. He wanted to grab them and pull and push and do everything imaginable to those mountainous boobs.
"How much?" He croaked out.
"...Excuse me?"
"Come on baby, you know what I mean. How much?"
The man winked and tilted his head over to the back rooms.
She followed his gaze toward the back end of the club. At the far end of the building, above the main hall, bright lights emanated from the 2nd floor, giving it a kind of "Stairway to Heaven" aesthetic. There, men sat on leather armchairs, staring at bare-naked women that danced about between their outstretched legs…
…. And even within that private square were rooms reserved for the more high-rolling members of the club. Rooms from which moaning voices and hard wooden banging sounds echoed behind the soundproof walls.
Back at the bar, the man brought out a thick leather-bound wallet, which did nothing to change Yukari's bored expression. He opened it once to flash the stack of green paper held within, before closing and shaking it as though it were some legendary treasure.
"50? 100? Come on. How about a dance?… Or…. How about I slip you a hundred... and we can get out of here and have some REAL fun?"
Yukari brought one wrist in front of her mouth, tilted her head back, and laughed. Then she spoke with the same amused expression as before.
"Oh… I don't work here."
"But you aren't in this club looking for some action? Come on… I know you want a little bit of playtime. How about we play together? Get ourselves a spot that's a little more… sensual than this... If you get what I mean."
His hands rested on her knees. Yukari squinted at him, sized him up. He smirked as her purple eyes scanned him up and down, hovering at his waist. She bit her lip and grinned at him.
"Maybe… It depends..."
Her slender arms drifted forward until her palms rested on the insides of his thighs.
"If you...have what I like…"
"Oh, baby, you have no idea what you're in for with me."
"Oh but I do...
She leaned forward. The bump on the man's crotch twitched. Because of the way Yukari leaned down, his eyes were glued to her exposed cleavage, and his expression transformed into an obnoxious open-mouthed smile. He nearly rolled his eyes as Yukari's fingers pressed into his skin, caressing further and further until she gripped his hardened cock. It fit between her thumb and forefinger, throbbing and twitching like a baby animal caught between rows of teeth.
Her hand turned so that her thumb pressed into the dick's head. Forefingers dug into his balls. The man's pants went damp, and Yukari giggled as the wet spot on his pants grew. The man looked down at his moistened dick in a single moment of horror before looking up and playing it off like it was nothing.
"C-come on babe. Like it? Plenty more where that came fro...-"
Yukari burst out laughing. Her sweet song voice bounded across the club while everyone within earshot turned to follow the noise. Her wrist rose to her mouth, suppressing the laughter into a high-pitched giggle. The man stood there, blinking, not quite knowing what to do. When Yukari regained herself, she stepped closer, close enough that her boobs pressed into his chest, one hand down to finger his dick again. And she whispered into his ear.
"You want me with this pathetic, tiny little thing? Fufufufu…"
"...Say what, bitch? Don't you- Uuuugh!"
Her hand squeezed and tugged. He let out a groan of mixed pain and pleasure, and his head tilted back.
Yukari scoffed.
"...Hmph. So sad and pathetic. So tiny. Soo little. Like a baby's. A little puppy dog..drooling all over my hand...fufufu… No way. Something like this will never satisfy me... Nice try... But you will never have what I want."
She let go. The man nearly collapsed, gritting his teeth and hanging onto the bar in anger and frustration. Yukari giggled as he flailed, her round breasts jiggling with every breath as she took in the sight… And then Yukari noticed a little sign he made with his hands. A subtle movement of his fingers.
"Hold on bitch… Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Huh!? You fucking bitch. I'm gonna make you wish you were never fucking born!"
"Ara? You're threatening me now? I- oh!"
He grabbed her wrist and squeezed, fingers pressing into her skin. His once casual panting had transformed into a throaty growl. And he drew close enough that spittle flew into her face with every word.
"Listen to me, bitch! Either I'm going to have you tonight, or I'll keep you forever. So you either come outside with me or at some point down the line you're I'm going to turn that old hag face of yours REAL fuckin ugly! Got it?"
Yukari stared into his eyes. Then… her expression changed. Her eyes widened. It looked as though something dawned on her. A revelation that completely shook her to the core…
"Oh my. You're… Are you serious?"
By then the man had regained his composure, his expression spiked with pure fury.
"Damn right, bitch. And don't even think about crying for help or anything. I've got all the big shots here on payroll!
"Fufufu….Oh...Why didn't you say so!"
Without warning, faster than anyone thought possible for a woman that size, Yukari's knee rammed into the man's crotch. A hard crunch rang out across the club. The man's feet left the ground, his body rising into the air. A noise like a broken elevator chime escaped the man's throat, his widened eyes a perfect expression of agony. He crumpled forward, knees shaking as he struggled to maintain his balance.
The man lurched forward again, croaking out the words "You… Bitch!" in a single high wheeze.
His hands clawed forward. Whether it was to grab her shoulders for balance or to throttle her neck, Yukari didn't care. She laughed again and thrust her knee out once more. And upon her knee was the damp, soft tissue beneath his pants, and the weight as her leg slammed against his testicles. The man fell even further down, hands clawing at her white dress, sliding down until they gripped her toned thighs.
Yukari's hand gripped the man's collar and lifted him as though he were as light as a feather. And everyone in the club raised their eyebrows, cringing as Yukari let go, and let the man wrench himself back on his feet.
"I'll kill you… you fucking… old whore..."
Yukari took a step back. There came the tap of a high heel against the tile floor. All the men observed the thick curves of her body as she raised one leg behind her, knee bent. And everyone in the club let out a single, simultaneous, collective "Ooooooooh!" when she snapped her leg forward, bringing her foot in a half-circle arc, smashing it into the man's penis like some world-ending meteorite.
Foam built up in the man's mouth as the strike launched him a foot into the air. The bulge in his pants softened, replaced by sticky moisture that spread across his waist and thighs. He collapsed on the floor, twitching and rolling around in agony.
And Yukari bent down, putting her face close to his, once again giving him a view of her amazing cleavage.
"Ara ara… You should enjoy this moment because this will be the only time a sad little man like you will ever be this close to me… even in your dreams!
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On The Prowl
Yukari turned around, sneering at the others, daring them to react. But none of them even seemed bothered by the fact that she had assaulted this man. If anything, that only made them desire her even more.
Yukari walked down the aisle, up the steps, and sashayed onto the center stage dance pole. The girls who were already dancing immediately ended their routine and scurried off the platform. Some bent down to pick up the 1 dollar bills scattered along the floor. Yukari gave them a single glance…a twitch of an eye… and they almost leaped off the platform in some instinctual panic.
She had the entire stage to herself then. The spotlight was on her. Everyone in the club slobbered at her in horny rapture. Oh, how tasty they all looked! Her degenerate mix of hunger and lust was only matched by the overwhelming lust flowing through their minds and bodies! Every bit of her wanting to eat them all up! But no. Not tonight… Tonight, she wanted something else, from a rather specific species of human…
The group of men immediately in front of her were all College-aged white men, all wearing some manner of gaudy outfits. Bright, colorful patterns meant to show off. Birds of paradise with the loudest appearances and also the loudest voices. When she gripped the dance pole, they beamed with delight. They hooped and hollered. High-fived each other as if they obtained some kind of victory. Yukari eyed them and bent down, keeping her knees straight so her figure was outlined in the spotlight. She brought her head low. Lower and lower. Slowly. And her skirt line rose to reveal the flowering patterns of black lingerie.
Everyone who saw her dance began another round of howling, "ooooh"ing and 'aaah'ing, stamping their feet with their tongues lolling out of their mouths. They looked like those looney tune wolves from decades-old cartoons… all losing themselves over the sight of a leg. These people were… foul. Unsightly. Yukari regarded them with hidden contempt as she dangled and spun down the dance pole, suspending herself in the air, slowly dropping and spinning until she lay on the ground with the warm metal pressed into her crotch.
"Man. Oh, fuck she's hot."
"I know bro… I… I'm just like…Mmmmph!"
Some men tried to reach out and touch her. To rub and caress her supple breasts or pull against the straps of her black panties. But she lifted her leg high into the air and rolled away, hands on the pole to make it seem like it was part of her dance.
Yukari winked and waggled a finger. And her ruby lips whispered a silent threat.
"You can look… But I will never let you touch me…"
And those who understood her words had their lust tinged with anger, only desiring her more.
It only took a moment before she found what she was looking for. Almost at the very end of the strip club was a trio of black men. And they…were an odd mix. Each of them had completely different ages and body types from the others.
Yukari didn't care about their names. Instead, she simply gave them nicknames in her mind. The old and fat one was given the nickname "Blues", a rather classy name considering the stylish silver-fox grey hair and beard over his face. Their second man was in his late 20s and wore baggy, oversized clothes offset by the gold wristwatch and gold chain necklace around his neck. Yukari wondered if someone was pulling a prank on her because it was so obvious she would give this man the nickname of "Rap."
The last of the trio didn't even look like he belonged in the club, much less with this group of older men. A young boy who looked no older than 16 frowned and glared at his surroundings, surreptitiously drinking from the bottle of beer in his hands. He wore plain clothes, but his huge afro-style haircut made Yukari smile. She gave him the nickname "Funk''.
All three of them might as well have been an all-you-can-eat buffet. A sampler of all the best dishes on offer. Yukari licked her lips. Their words reached Yukari from across the club, the sound uninterrupted by the din of music around her.
Blues whistled in a quick, high tone.
"Now that is one fine lady."
"Dayum. I'd ride that pony all day and all night long. Shit man… I'd fuckin tenderize that ass see what I'm saying?" Rap looked down at his hands and pantomimed holding something with his left hand and slapping it with his right.
Funk nodded, though he cringed every time the white men at Yukari's feet started screaming.
"Yeah. She's cool I guess."
He took another swig from his beer bottle. Then, his eyes widened when he noticed Yukari was making long, unbroken eye contact with him. She danced slow, arms caressing up and down her own body, smiling at Funk as she spun around the pole.
"Daaaayuuum." Rap and Blues called out in sync. Funk did, but only croaked the sound.
Yukari stood one, one hand gripping the pole above her head. Her other hand caressed the pole at her waist, grinding her crotch against the metal in slow, rhythmic humping.
While on the floor, she squared her body with the audience, giving the crowd a full view up her tight skirt. They were wide-eyed now, taking in the sight of her scantily clad body, etching the image in their minds forever.
Then she gripped the dance pole, put her heels on the floor, leaned back, and started gyrating her hips again. Her clit brushed and caressed up and down the metal bar. Yukari adjusted her grip to grab higher, giving more room for her hips to rise against the cold steel. To everyone there, it looked as though she was getting herself off right there and then. Masturbating in front of a live audience.
And they cheered, hooping and hollering as they did before. Dollar bills floated up above her, many of which landed upon her breasts and crotch. There they stayed until her thrusting motions slid them off her body.
Yukari outstretched her legs, raising her high-heeled feet into the air, both of herhands let go of the bar, and instead drifted down her bare thighs. Her slender hands. Her long, smooth legs. The entire crowd never stopped staring. And when her middle finger pressed into the cloth above her pussy, some of them almost swooned. Yukari herself moaned, her expression changing between nymphomaniac pleasure and smug contempt for all of those who saw her performance. In the distance, she saw Rap, Jazz, and Funk all staring in rapt attention.
She had them now. The huntress had captured her prey. And now all she had to do was collect.
More swings around the pole. More twerks and gyrations. Yukari spun around the pole, always posing with the metal rod fit between her legs or breasts. Sometimes with her legs raised, one knee straight as though repeating the same motion that crushed a man's testicles not moments earlier. The crowd roared, throwing dollar bills onto the stage in a constant downpour of currency.
Her eyes lit up, and she licked her lips in anticipation. She grinned wide, fingering herself even deeper, which prompted another cheer from the men below. And through it all she kept glancing at that trio of black men, making sure they didn't leave. Yukari had a plan for those men. She already had their attention, now all that came next was the spiriting away.
What Yukari loved, what she lavished most, were the stares and expressions of those she had rejected. There in the crowd, she spotted the man whose balls she kicked. The anger in his eyes. He didn't just want her now. He wanted to destroy her. To completely fuck her up. And the woman laughed, knowing that none of them would get to even touch her.
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Prelude to Mayhem
The song ended, and the hard bass that shook the club lulled down into the soft tones of ambient conversation. Yukari had stopped dancing, and the dollar bills that fluttered about in the air settled onto the floor of the stage, before being swept up by the other club dancers like vultures on a carcass. Yukari didn't bother picking up any bills for herself. She stepped off the stage and headed straight towards her target, ignoring the men who jeered and catcalled her way.
A few of the men made rabid attempts to grab her and pull her closer. To touch her body or snag a piece of her clothing. Yet, when they reached out their hands grasped nothing. It was as if for a few brief moments their fingers brushed up against empty space, and they'd draw their hands back in confusion. Yukari didn't even bother looking their way. Her eyes were all on those three black men at the end of the club. The three who sat half-hypnotized watched her approach.
Finally, she stood in front of their table and leaned down to rest on one elbow. Her palm cupped her cheek, and she gave a lustful smile toward the three patrons.
"Hello, boys. You like the show?"
All three of them blinked as though suddenly trying to grasp at words that weren't there. It took a second before the eldest one smiled, nodded his head, and spoke in a gruff tone.
"Yes ma'am. I must say, you are one fine lady."
She laughed, biting her lip as her eyes scanned each of their bodies.
"Do you… like me? Because I sure like all of you."
The innocence of her words completely threw them off guard. Every one of them exchanged glances, grinning, before starting again at her voluptuous curves. Again the eldest one spoke, his body leaned back, shifting into a more comfortable pose.
"Lady-"
"Call me Yukari. Yukari Yakumo." The blonde strode forward, slowly, fingers brushing against the tabletop. When she stood next to the old man, she bent down and sat across his open lap.
The youngest one tilted his head.
"That's… a Japanese name..."
She turned to him and smiled while raising a shoulder. Though he blushed, he relaxed into his chair in an attempt to seem cool and aloof.
The older man wrapped his arms around Yukari's waist, cupping his hands together.
"Well, Yukari. You like us? Well... That's mighty fine to me. Because we all like you too. "
"Fufufu… Oooh... And want to know why I like you?... Because... there's something about you that I want."
"And what might that be?" whispered the old man.
Yukari leaned back enough that her hair brushed up against his skin. Her hand shot up to grab the man's chin. Her face moved close enough that nearly tasted the even breaths coming from his nostrils. And though she whispered into his ear, she made it so that all three of them heard her words loud and clear.
"I want your dick. I want it deep inside of me. I'm here for the same reason you're here. To fuck me and breed me like the bitch that I am."
The young adult raised his eyebrows.
"Oh shit, you freaky lady huh? I - OH!"
The blonde goddess lifted her leg and placed her high-heeled foot on the man's crotch. Not hard or fast. But just enough pressure to press into him. His dark hands grabbed her ankle and he gave a low laugh.
"Ayo… That other motherfucker might have busted a nut when you busted his nuts, but I ain't exactly into that myself..."
Blues spoke again, his fingers slowly picking at the hem of her dress.
"Hey now. We got all the lovin' you need, baby. But you've got to treat us right."
She giggled again.
"Oh don't worry. I'll be gentle. Say… if you boys want… we can get out of here. Get somewhere more private... I know a place where we can get a little more...intimate...Fufufu.."
Her head turned to wink at the young teenager at the other side of the table. She could tell his heart skipped a beat, but the only reaction out of him was a nod and a smile. The older man opened up his arms, instead of letting one palm rest against her thigh, the other on her waist. His voice, low and smooth like caramel, whispered into her ear...
"Go on and say the word, baby. Times a wastin'."
And she whispered back.
"Then come with me...if you like…"
The next minute, all three followed Yukari toward the club entrance, marching behind her in single file like ants led by a queen. The taps of her high-heeled shoes trailed through the club, and past the double doors to the streets outside.
Outside the strip club was a cold, winter night in Las Vegas. An arid breeze swept across their bodies, gently flapping their clothes and hair. The spotlights above flickered on and off, creating strange shadows across the broken roads. Across the street was a neighborhood of ruined homes. Many of these homes had cracked windows. Some doors were left ajar, giving a full view of the ragged squatters sleeping within. A grey cat hopped off the dilapidated walls and out of sight, leaving open the trash bag it had been searching through.
Yukari blinked, wondering where she happened to find herself. Her heels clicked against the pavement below as she turned left and right to orientate herself with her location in the Outside World. Then she spotted what she was expecting from the start. Subtle beams of light that shot upwards, shining against the clouds. Golden lights emitted from a spot on the horizon, illuminating a compacted city of towers and castles. There in the distance was that taste of heaven they call the Las Vegas Strip.
"Aaaah. The paradise in Hell. Sin City." She sighed to herself.
One of the men behind her said something along the lines of "So who's ride we taking?" When a brown, unmarked van screeched out from the corner, skidding to a stop right in front of them.
The doors rolled to the side, and a group of six men strode out from the sides, forming a half-circle around the entrance. Yukari's group turned around to find another group of men standing behind them, cutting off their retreat. They were surrounded now.
A familiar voice called out from the mob.
"Going somewhere, doll-face?"
It was the same man from earlier. He stood pigeon toe, knees together, legs almost collapsing in his struggle to keep his body from giving out. The gel in his hair looked to be reapplied, though the grease on his face mixed in with the sweet that formed across his chest and armpits. A sticky, damp spot where Yukari hard drove her high-heeled foot into his crotch.
"You bitch. You're going to pay for disrespecting me like this. Not only do you bust my balls. Not only do you tease me afterward with your stupid dance… Oh… Oh no... And now it turns out you're some no good fucking N***** lover too!?"
Rap stepped forward and drew a Glock from his back pocket.
"Say that again motherfucker! I fuckin dare you!"
Clicks sounded off around them. Almost every gang member there pulled out a gun, or at least a weapon of their own. Blues and Funk looked at each other, before both shrugging and bringing up their fists in a boxing stance. Yukari raised her eyebrows, not only amused by the whole situation but also pleasantly surprised that Rap wasn't holding his gun sideways.
"Go ahead, slick. Try me. Otherwise, stick to serving me my happy meals, you poor ass fucking n*****... As for you, bitch. I warned you this would happen. Now come on, I promise you a better time than these fuckin losers could give. Or at least…. If you like it rough anyway... hahaha."
Blues stepped in front of Yukari, his enlarged body acting as a shield.
"You want her? Why don't we put down the guns and fight like actual men? What the hell is all this waving your dicks around like some ignorant punks?"
The gang leader smiled.
"How about you think about this instead? If I shoot you, there's a chance these bullets will just go through your fat, grease-ridden darky gut and hit her too. So why don't you step aside and go home before all four of you spend the next morning outlined in chalk?"
Rap tightened his grip and smiled back.
"Ooh, you're dying first, motherfucker. You guys might kill me in a rush but not before I burst your head open like a cantaloupe. Maybe I'll pop one into your dick instead so you can cream yourself while you die. Everyone here knows that's what you're into after all."
Yukari glanced down at Funk. The young boy turned his head left and right, staring down each of the armed men. His expression was passive. Calm, without a hint of surprise. As if this situation was something that he was used to.
The woman sighed and whispered to herself.
"It's always like this. People are always either fighting over me or trying to kill me. Happens every time I come to this world… Seeing how this would play out would be so much fun… but…for tonight... I'll join in, just so we can finish this quickly."
Her right hand pressed against the small of the teenager's back. She smiled with glee when he blushed.
"And afterward...We'll get to have the kind of fun I came here for."
She raised her left hand into the air and snapped her fingers.
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To Be Continued?
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