045. Get mad at Azami.

"You know who the real thief is?" I said getting angry. "You and your thieving husband who tricked my dad out of our house!" I could see it all now as if I was there. Azami and Mister Takahashi as well to do merchants plotting to take advantage of my grieving father, a single parent distraught over the loss of my mother and drinking himself away. They got him to make some bad business deals and soon he was their servant instead of the other way around. All of this had been over my head when I was a child, but it was suddenly strangely clear.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," Azami said snidely, but I could see she was lying and tried to change the conversation, "Now that little thief..."

"Was watching your daughter touch yourself as she thought about fucking me," I completed her sentence for her and that shocked her so much it bought me a moment of stunned silence out of her. "Now excuse me, I've got to go show her a good time." I boldly informed her before turning my back on her.

"No, she can't have you!" she shouted and grabbed my arm. I looked her in the eye and could see that she didn't stop me for concern for her daughter, but her own selfish desires. I could actually smell her womanhood's scent now that she was this close to me. I turned her on and she wanted me for herself.

I turned around to smiled back at her. "Well, it looks like your just as hot for me as your wanton little girl."

Only then did she realize how she'd phrased her objection to the thought of me fucking her daughter. "Why, I never!" Azami said feigning shocked offense, but I could tell she just couldn't bring herself to admitting the truth. We both knew I was her daughter's age and she was supposedly happily married. Something then told me the only reason she had only one child so many years ago was because she stopped having sex with her husband long ago.

"Well you must have at least once to get knocked up with Setsuko," I joked as I dropped my pants exposing my cock to the woman old enough to be my mother. She gasped in surprise, but didn't look away. "It seems to me your limp dick husband has neglected you for far too long," I said grabbing my shaft and began pumping it up so my manhood stood tall and proud before her. "If I had a smoking hot wife like you then you'd have had a dozen kids by now."

That compliment turned her mood from upset to amused. "Would you now?" Azami flippantly laughed.

"But since you're too old now I'm gonna go give you some grandchildren," I jabbed and pointed my thumb over my shoulder back towards Setsuko's bedroom. I said it as a challenge, still holding my dick in my hand, and she didn't disappoint me.

"Too old?" Azami scowled and instantly dropped to her knees to stuff her pretty face full on my wang. She'd obviously had plenty of practice at this since she quickly took my whole shaft down her throat and squeezed my balls at the same time making me feel so good I felt like I was going to cum after only a minute into my first real sexual experience.

I was getting a great tingling sensation when suddenly Setsuko came in. "Mom! W...What are you doing?" she shouted.

Azami began to pull away, but I grabbed her hair and kept her mouth shoved full of dick. "Don't worry honey, she's just warming me up for you," I said cocksure of myself.

"As if!" she shouted and turned and strutted away. Azami pulled free then and shoved me back, making me fall on my ass with my ankles tripped up in my pants.

"Warming up, my ass!" she growled at me as she stood. "Get out of my house!" she screamed and all my bravado evaporated. I hurriedly pulled up my trousers and fled. I didn't want to go home now with my boner still sticking out, so again went back to town.

I was just calming down when I thought <Hazuka> and then the gravity of my dream hit me. I'd somehow been controlling Hazuka through my dream. She fell in the pond after I'd looked into it when I'd woken up and broken whatever magical connection we had shared. I knew I had to talk to her and find out what she remembered about it.

"Kenji? What's wrong?" she asked concerned as she answered the door. I rarely visited her on my own without my sister, but Kouki would deftly be in the way right now.

"We need to talk," I said as seriously as I could. "May I come inside?"

She let me in and I took a seat at her table as she sat across from me. "What is wrong?" she asked again and I considered my words carefully.

I didn't know what to say, so instead, I focused on controlling her again, seeing if I could do it while I was awake. I thought hard at Hazuka and she went kind of wide-eyed and just stared off past me instead of looking at me. I hoped it worked so said, "Hazuka you will do everything I say." She just nodded as if in a daze. "Answer me," I ordered her.

"Yes," she droned, "I will do whatever you say."

My ego was stoked and my cock was swelling up in my pants again. I'd often thought about Hazuka and someday having sex with her, and while I was using this newfound power I'd finally get that chance. I stood up, dropped my drawers and exposed my excited semi-hard cock, and commanded, "Suck my dick."

She moved without saying a word, just crawled over the table and swallowed my shaft and gently sucked on it like a babe at a teat. It felt good, but nothing like the amazing without that Azami had given my prick just a short while ago. Even still it was enough to distract me from the sound of the front door opening behind me.

"Hazuka have you seen... KENJI!" I heard Kouki say as she saw us.

I looked over at her, trying to think up a good excuse, but the shock, much like before broke the control I had over Hazuka. She jerked away, spitting out my cock and exclaiming, "What the fuck!" She obviously didn't have a clue how she had gotten in that position.

"Calm down, I can explain everything," I said to quiet everyone down. Then I looked back at Hazuka and commanded, "Take off your panties."

"Kenji!" my sister said shocked, but then was exasperated when Hazuka went wide and did exactly what I'd told her to, reaching under her skirt and dropping a pair of pink panties around her ankles. "Hazuka, what are you doing?" she questioned disbelievingly as she ran over to stop her.

Suddenly my arm shot out, moving on its own accord as if I no longer controlled it. It actually grew out over a foot longer, then two, then it extending like a claw and grabbed tight around Kouki's throat, pinning her back against the wall on the other side of the room and **** the life out of her.

"Kenji! Stop it! Your killing her!" Hazuka gasped as she came back to herself once more.

"So?" I asked not even caring anymore.

"If you let her go I'll do anything you ask," Hazuka offered, ignoring her own peril, then proved her seriousness by dropping her skirt and then bending over her table to show me her naked ass offering herself to me. That same selflessness broke whatever spell had my mind in a fog for just an instant. This was so wrong! What was I doing?

<Anything you want,> a voice said in my head and I knew the truth. I had a demonic oni in my head and it was making me act this way. It was doing all of this, not me. <Relax and enjoy it,> the oni whispered as he walked me up and moved my hand to rub the tip of my cock up and down Hazuka's already involuntarily moistening cunt lips. The pleasure was immense and I could feel my resolve slipping away. I only had a moment of self-control left.