061. Get Hazuka's help to spy on Chizu.

With everyone milling around the body, I cautiously walked behind Hazuka, then whispered just loud enough for her to hear me, "Follow me."

Then loudly announced, "I’m going to the dojo to check for clues."

Hazuka didn’t miss a beat and chirped in acting like she didn’t trust me, "Not without someone else to make sure you aren’t behind this! I’m going with you."

Setsuko then helped us, though I’m sure it was inadvertently. "She’s right. Until we know more, anyone could be the murderer. We should all double up as we figure this out and we’ll meet back up here at sunset to share anything we’ve learned."

"Fine," I groaned as if this was a trail instead of what I wanted in the first place.

I walked off with Hazuka stalking behind me, but when we were out of sight she ran up to walk next to me. "What’s up? You know who did it?"

I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about my dream, she’d just call that stupid, but I knew I could count on her to go to almost any length if she had dirt on someone. "I think it was Chizu," I answered.

"Chizu?" she almost laughed.

"She’s the only one with motive and without an alibi," I reasoned since I knew how ridiculous my suspicion was. Hazuka took a moment to consider that and I continued, "And it’s exactly because of how crazy it seems that might have given her the opening. Natsumi might have let down her guard and you and I both know the way she treated Chizu, blaming her whole people after Gendo died."

"Yeah, I get that," she sighed, clearly still having a problem visualizing the tiny girl taking out the monstrous brute Natsumi had been. "But I’m betting she found out about some scheme one of the Takahashi’s was coming up with to swindle people out of more of their money and got the shaft for it, probably paid for an **** by a ninja assassin!"

Hazuka always had a wild imagination, but instead of fighting her on her wild theory, I decided to indulge her on this one. In fact, I had an idea of finding a way that would work towards finding the truth of either of these possibilities. "Alright, here’s the plan. We sneak back up into the manor and get above the ceiling. There is a small crawlway attic where we could sneak through the whole house and spy on everyone until we find out what's really going on."

Hazuka grinned and didn’t waste a moment before agreeing and in only a few minutes we were peeking around corners as we made sure we were both unseen coming back. Then, I held my fingers interlaced to make a step up for Hazuka to reach the small vent for the attic above the entryway. I averted my eyes nobly from my desire to peek up her skirt, waiting until she lifted away and started crawling up inside, though still got just a quick flash of her panties just before she disappeared into the narrow passage.

I waited, still nervously looking around, waiting. After a tense moment worried that she had gone in without me I loudly whispered, "Hazuka…"

"Shhh!" she hissed at me angrily as her head and one arm came out. I took her hand and with a grunt, she helped me up and nearly bashed her head into mine as I lurched inside. With my face only an inch from hers, our lips almost touching and our eyes dilating to the darkness I held my breath wondering what would happen if I just kissed her right now. I wanted to so bad, but she would freak out. We weren’t coming up here to make out, but find Natsumi’s murderer. And her next words reset my thoughts to our mission and its seriousness.

"Baka," she breathed, barely audible, even as close as we were. "It takes a few seconds to turn around." Then she pulled back and I watched as it did indeed take more than a little work to reverse her direction once more. She had very little wiggle room being crouched on her hands and knees with only the tight triangle of space between the flat boards that held the ceiling and the rafters that the tile roof was nailed to. The good news about following her was I did get to see her ass again, though her skirt covered her panties now that I wasn’t directly underneath her, still, her long sexy legs were very nice to look at up close.

I tried not to stare, but there was literally nothing else to look at. There were small gaps in the ceiling tiles now and then, but nothing to see so far. The house was fairly large however and we passed a few junctions, but Hazuka led us straight to the demons den, Azami’s room. With amazing stealth, she gently eased back one ceiling tile to make a creak for us to see through, and while we were looking to catch Azami red-handed, we got more than what we planned for.

"Mmmm…" the older woman moaned as we saw her napping in bed, though clearly not asleep. Her eyes were closed, yet her attire was minimal, to say the least. She still had on her everyday dress kimono, yet it was opened up completely at her waist showing her naked crotch with dark blond fuzzy curls, and very loose around her heavy tits which heaved happily, though still mostly concealed. What was clear as day was how her hand was ‘missing' her middle finger because it was concealed within her womanly crevasse.

I looked at Hazuka and she looked at me, and both of us were clearly startled and embarrassed to have accidentally stumbled into observing such a private moment. "Quit staring," she mouthed ever so quietly, yet angrily at me.

"It’s not my fault!" I snapped back angrily overly emphasizing my facial movements since I too didn't want to make a sound. Even from here the slow movements of Azami's finger made a wet squishing sound that was louder than we were.

Even more to my surprise was when Hazuka suddenly grabbed at my crotch. "You’re getting hard!" she breathed as if it was my fault.

Not to be one to be outdone, and since I really had no defense against her true accusation, I grabbed her tit and pinched where her hard nipple was pressing against her clothes. "You’re one to talk," I whispered with resentment. This was clearly supposed to be a fight, though with both of us pawing at the other’s sexy bits while inadvertently watching another woman masturbate, it wasn’t like any other fight I’d ever had before.

Somehow after that, we just couldn’t stop. Her hand snuck inside my pants to touch me directly, and my hand pushed into her cleavage to slide inside her bra. The feel of her soft tit and rigid nipple was almost as intoxicating as her gentle fingertips sliding along my shaft. The positioning was terrible, as we were pressed awkwardly, almost cheek to cheek to reach each other, still both looking down at Azami as she diddled twat. I kneaded her milk-sack in my sweaty palm, **** to do more, yet still deathly afraid to make a sound as Azami might find us.

Then the ceiling panel shifted and fell back in place with a thump. Both of us froze, afraid we were found out and in serious trouble. "Who’s there!?" Azami snapped and we heard her moving around. Her door opened and we heard her leave, and only then did we breathe with relief.

Somehow that also broke whatever spell had us groping at each other for Hazuka pulled away, retreating a bit to correct her loosened clothing. "We should go," she whispered and I nodded. Just as began to creep back along the narrow passage I happened upon a small crack and saw a flash of Setsuko topless as she changed clothes in her room. I stopped and couldn’t help myself from gawking at her perfectly round breasts, unfortunately behind me Hazuka. "What’s wrong?"

I certainly didn’t want to tell her, but more to the point I couldn’t. Some sharp pain suddenly stabbed into my head, making it throb, causing blood to pound in my ears, and making my vision go white. "Noooo!" I screamed and then everything was different.

I wasn’t crouched in the attic, but standing. As my senses cleared I saw Azami, kneeling before me, curled up, laughing? No, she was crying? She was holding her daughter Setsuko, but she looked wrong. Had she powdered her face? And why was the floor sticky? It was covered in black-red paint or… Then I saw the big bloody gash in Setsuko that still seeped onto her ruined dress and the floor. In front of them lay a bloody knife.

"Oh, shit," I groaned, my heart dropping. I think maybe… did I do this somehow? What was happening to me? Why couldn’t I remember?!?

Then Azami stopped crying and looked up at me, an unnatural blaze of orange fire in her normally pale blue eyes. <I think she looks better in red, don’t you?> It was her, possessed by some kind of oni! My head started to sting again and the evil bitch just started to laugh, but then suddenly stopped and returned to crying. Everything kept changing and made no sense, and my head was swimming, pounding. I had to do something quickly. Suddenly I remembered an old tale of a monk who couldn’t be corrupted because he had the stronger will. That was it! Now how should I show it my resolve couldn't be broken?