028. Escape back home.

‘Oh, shit!' I almost said aloud. This was no dream! How did I get here? Fear overtook me and I knew I’d better sneak out before she wakes up and literally kills me! Moving slowly I eased back off the bed and placed one foot on the wooden floor.

It gave a slight creek, but didn’t rouse the nude busty sleeping woman I’d been molesting. Once standing in the early morning light I realized I too was naked, and to top it off my cock was painfully hard. Fuck, I need to get home and wank off.

"More…" Azami moaned in her sleep, but shifted and caressed her hands over her amazing body. Better get out now before she wakes up and sees me! I crept to the door and gently eased it open just enough for me to squeeze out sideways.

<Thonk>

Fuck! My cock, pointing obscenely straight out, banged into the door. I stopped in my tracks, looking back to the bed. Azami must have heard it; it was far too loud for her not to have. Thankfully all she did was roll over, showing me her big sexy ass! Damn, she really had a wonderful body! Even better, then I saw her hand poke up from between her legs and start rubbing her pussy!

"More…" she moaned again, louder this time as she pushed two fingers up inside her. Fuck, she was horny, but was she awake? Was she inviting me back to really fuck her? I almost went back, but then a sound from somewhere else snapped me back to reality. Someone else was awake.

In haste, I grabbed my cock to both covers myself and flatten it up to my belly as I finished squeezing through the door and out into the hallway. With more than a little regret, I eased the door shut and snuck down the hallway towards the rear servant’s door past the kitchen. Thankfully Chizu was too diligently focused on cooking her mistresses breakfast to notice me, but there was no way I was walking naked across the whole kitchen without being seen.

I eased away from the doorway and back the other way, but another person was moving about. I should have been seen, but I guess there were enough shadows and I froze perfectly still as Setsuko sat happily brushing out any tangles her long beautiful blonde hair had gotten from her sleep. That in itself made me throb and want to jerk off, but I needed to escape! With Chizu blocking the back entrance and Setsuko the patio, I had **** but to exit out the front door and walk all the way around the manor to get back to my small home.

While it was still early I didn’t expect anyone to be nearby at this hour, but then I also didn’t expect there to be a dragon either. I kid you not, I walked out the door and into a real-life twenty-foot-long green dragon! Smoke rolled out from its nostrils at the sight of me, and before I could respond to my shock at seeing a fairy tale monster in the flesh it pounced on me.

<What are you doing here!> It roared as it pushed me to the ground with one massive claw. I could smell the sulfur of its fiery breath warming to roast me alive.

"Nothing!" I whimpered hoping that it just would let me live.

<Liar!> the mythical emerald beast shouted at me and huffed a puff of smoke down on my face. I closed my eyes in fear, wishing for some way to save my life. One hard claw then pressed to my chin and I looked back, tears to terror clouding my vision. With a sinister growl, it demanded, <I will flay every inch of your flesh if you lie to me again. Now what were you doing in there, Matsumoto?>

How would a dragon know my name, and why did it want to know what I was doing? It didn’t make any sense; maybe I was still dreaming. Then I could feel its claw was loose at my chin. Suddenly on pure instinct with a swift move, I yanked it right out of the beast’s claw. It howled as if in pain at me declawing it, but when I jabbed the sharp sword-like claw up into its chest it instantly went mute and collapsed. Then its body ignited in a fireball. As its body curled up and charred, writhing within the mass smoke and fire I hear it speak one last word.

<Son…> That’s when I finally woke up.

"Woah!" I muttered as I sat up in surprise.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Kouki giggled. She was sewing some clothes that belonged to the Takahashi’s. "I would have woken you sooner, but you seemed to be having a good dream." She pointed at my waist, and in my horror, I saw my swollen erection tenting up the front of my blanket. In haste, I shifted then and pushed my poking manhood down between my legs, but my sister just giggled some more as she courteously turned her back to me.

Man, what a weird dream and how embarrassing! I hurriedly began dressing just to escape this situation, but then to both of our surprise Chizu burst in. "Honda-san is dead!"

"What?" Kouki responded in shock and we both ran to follow the young **** girl to the front door of the manor house, and there lay Natsumi, flat on her back with Azami crying away while Yuki examined her corpse. Nearby Hazuka and Setsuko looked at the long bloody katana that had apparently been plunged right through her heart, discussing something, but I couldn’t hear their words.

Suddenly my dream came back to me and I wondered if I had somehow done that. She was in about the same place as I’d fought the dragon in my dreams. And worse, Setsuko seemed to be thinking along the same lines.

"Where were you two for the last few hours," she asked suspiciously.

"I…" I gaped, torn between explaining my ignorance and just confessing on the spot.

"We were at home all night," Kouki stated for us. "I woke up about an hour ago and grabbed some of Azami’s clothes to mend, Chizu saw me, and Kenji was asleep until just a few minutes ago."

"I was," I almost said as a question, but then repeated a little bolder, "Yeah, I was!"

"Chizu saw Kouki with clothes for sewing." I forgot she was right behind us since she was being so quiet. I must have been really lost in worry and thought as I gazed at Natsumi Honda’s dead body.

"Hmmmm," Setsuko considered, then turned away from me onto Chizu. "And can anyone confirm what you were doing either before or after seeing Kouki?"

Chizu just dropped her head and simply said, "No." There was no way Chizu could have done this is there? In my dream, I’d seen her making breakfast, and as far as I knew she usually did on most days. It’s not like either Azami or Setsuko would cook for themselves. But could she even have done this?

Then, almost as if in answer to my thoughts Yuki stood up and declared, "From what I can tell, the murderer was shorter than Natsumi since the sword thrust was up into her chest and came out much higher on her back ."

Hazuka then snidely joked, "But most people are shorter since she was so tall. That’s not much to go on." Yuki didn’t respond. Though she didn’t like Yuki she was honest and wouldn’t disagree with the fact she was right. I don’t think anyone still in town was taller than Natsumi had been.

"Who found her?" I asked curiously.

"Mother did," Setsuko answered for the distraught woman had already gone back inside. I knew they were friends, but were they really that close or was Azami really that weak at the sight of a dead body? I didn’t know, but she looking in no shape for answering questions. Kouki still seemed to be in shock, while Yuki was clearly saddened as she pulled a sheet over the corpse. Only Setsuko seemed to be out for justice. "I want to hear everyone's alibis for the last hour!" she demanded.

"Then we should start with yours," Hazuka snapped back before anyone else could respond.

That’s when I decided to jump in figuring it’d be best to stop any future murders now. "She’s right, we are all suspects until we can prove otherwise."

With an evil glint at Hazuka and then me for backhandedly accusing her, she answered, biting on her words. "I was still asleep when I heard Mother shrieking as she found her."

"And can anyone collaborate that?" I asked stupidly.

"Yes, because of all the people I drag into my bed every night!" Setsuko shrieked in rage at me. I should have phrased that better, but didn’t know how to defend myself now.

"Chizu heard young mistress snoring through door all morning," Chizu added to support Setsuko’s claims.

"I do not snore!" the feisty blonde shouted ungratefully turning on her enslaved servant who had just defended her.

"Yeah, Setsuko’s too dumb to have pulled this off anyway," Hazuka joked. "If she had half a brain she’d have **** Chizu to lie for her, but instead she goes trying to shout down her own alibi."

Setsuko was about to yell some more, but then caught on and finally realized Hazuka was right. "Oh yeah… So where were you, Hazuka? Skulking about a dark alley with a rat? I might wonder if you did it."

Hazuka huffed up to engage Setsuko, but then Yuki stepped in. "Hazuka and I were having… a discussion when Natsumi passed us in the market this morning, and we both heard Azami and came running, so it couldn’t have been either of us, and we saw no one else come down the hill." That didn’t sound good.

Hazuka jumped in to clarify, "So someone here murdered Natsumi."

My conscience was guilty, but Kouki seemed quite sure about my whereabouts. Unless maybe she was lying to protect me? But could I really believe my sister was the type to go and do something like that? In fact everyone else seemed to have an alibi collaborated by Chizu.

My gaze strayed to the tiny foreign maid. She was a **** from the beginning of the war with those northern barbarians. The same ones that killed Natsumi’s husband. I knew Natsumi treated her like shit before and had gotten even more bitter since then. Maybe my dream was just a misinterpretation and I simply wasn’t remembering it correctly. What if Natsumi had come and started threatening Chizu, not me, and the little girl had accidentally killed Natsumi in self-defense? That could be. But if I was going to get the young girl to really admit what happened I’d need a plan and some help pulling it off.