068. Help Chizu with her chores to pump her for information.

Chizu is there always watching, so if anyone could expose Azami it would be her. But she wouldn't just come out and admit it would she? No, Azami keeps her on a tight leash and punishes her fiercely for misbehavior. In order to get the proof I needed I'd have to get the young girl to let her guard down.

After a bit more scheming I went out to find the foreign **** busy at her chores doing laundry in the washroom. Unlike most others who had to go to the town square for water, this house had several faucets that brought up the cold spring water for easy use. To keep her uniform dry she had taken it off, leaving her dressed in only her underclothes and a smock apron as she sat on a wooden bench over a vat of wet soapy clothes and scrubbed away at her washboard.

I tried to play it off as if I was there to get something, but I didn't know soap from salt and she giggled as my embarrassment as I nervously wandered around trying not to look at her and figure out how to start a conversation. "Kenji-san, what looking for?"

"Uh, nothing... I wanted..." I grabbed a random tin off of Azami's well-stocked shelves and read out the label, "germ of..." I had no idea what this character stood for. A round cow?

"Bull testicles if for manhood potency," Chizu explained. I dropped the container back on the shelf with disgust and shame, making Chizu laugh. "Is for the Master. The Mistress was wanting to be with one more child for long time."

"Azami and Mister Takahashi have been trying to have another baby?" I asked startled from my planned interrogation.

"Yes, very much," Chizu confirmed with a grin, then quirked her eyebrow at me. "Does Kenji-san need help with manhood?"

"What? No! Of course not!" I reacted with crazed overemphasis. "My manhood is in fine working order." Then I remembered why I was here in the first place. "Okay, the real reason I came in was to ask you about Azami."

Chizu looked at me blankly for a moment and I wondered if maybe she just didn't understand me. "Oh!" she then softly said with surprise. "Mistress is using Kenji as stud."

"What?!?" I shouted. If I had been embarrassed before it was nothing compared to this. "No, no, no. I'm would never..."

"Never?" Azami said from behind me. I spun around to find she must have been listening, but for how long? Did she suspect that I was on to her as my sister's murderer? She was dressed in a slinky tangerine dress that was far too revealing for even a single girl to wear, much less a married woman, even by her standards. "Am I really that repulsive?" she asked playfully.

"No!" I answered back quickly. Feeling that wasn't enough I explained, "I just mean that I wouldn't disrespect you and your husband like that."

"Ah," Azami nodded as she mulled that over, then gave me a strange sideways glance. "So even if I asked you to you would refuse?"

Was she actually propositioning me? No, that was crazy. She was testing my honor. Before a second passed I got over my shock and clearly replied, "Of course I would refuse. Any man willing to cheat with another man's wife has no honor."

"What if that man had cheated on his wife already?" the mature woman asked and then looked over towards Chizu. The young maid blushed and returned to scrubbing the wet clothes with renewed vigor. For a moment I was speechless. Had Mister Takahashi actually cheated on his wife with his ****? By Chizu's reaction, I'd have to say that seemed likely, yet he'd been gone for months and she still looked like a kid. I was embarrassingly aghast and turned on, all at the same time.

"Well..." I started nervously trying to decide the right way to phrase my excited reply. "I guess that you cannot dishonor a man who has no honor."

Azami smiled and raised an eyebrow at me suggestively. "So, are you volunteering?"

I wanted to scream out, 'Yes!,' but tried to keep my cool, though awkwardly. I'm sure that I was completely transparent as just a horny young boy looking for any excuse to get laid. "I guess. I mean if you're sure..."

"You're right," she cut off my rambling acceptance. "Better to see if you... measure up to my... high standards," she teased biting on one finger as she reconsidered her implied offer. "Fuck Chizu first and then we'll see."

Everything stopped. My heart was racing and I had almost forgotten about the **** still washing clothes in the same room. "You... She..." I stammered in shock looking back and forth at the two of them unable to believe what she was asking of me. I already found the likelihood of studding for her to be almost impossibly good fortune. Then she turned it all upside-down. Treating me exactly like a pack animal to be trotted around to mate with anyone at her order felt weird and frankly insulting.

Though that was not very unusual; anytime she was nice to me there was always some nasty surprise catch waiting to bite me. But if having sex with Chizu was the only cost to get with her that was really more of a win-win than I ever had before! I just hoped it was okay with her as I didn't think I could bring myself to **** myself on her. Luckily that didn't seem to be an issue with how she responded to Azami's offer.

"Shall Chizu prepare Kenji-san?" the maid asked her mistress.

"Go ahead," Azami instructed reading my befuddlement correctly as nervous excitement. Then she just stood there and watched as her **** stood, walked over to me, dropped to her knees, and began pulling open my pants. I stood dumbstruck as the foreign girl took my already mostly stiff penis in her tiny hands. They were wet from doing laundry, making them uncomfortably cold, but also slippery so it felt good as she expertly caressed my pole.

"Hmmm... Not a bad sized sausage Matsumoto," Azami said appraisingly over Chizu's shoulder, but I'd barely heard her over the spinning in my head. My whole body was shivering with pleasure as I was tugged hard by those wonderful little fingers. "How does he taste?" Then a warm wetness engulfed my body and I thought I died. My eyes were squeezed shut so tight I couldn't see it, instead just focused on all the feelings coursing through me as Chizu sucked on my schlong.

After bobbing her head down a half dozen times and tickling my pee slit with the tip of her tongue she pulled away, just holding my now fully engorged hard member. "Kenji-kun very salty. Not bathed as Master," Chizu told Azami critically.

"I love a good salted nut," Azami said with an evil grin at me. "And you haven't cum yet, so that's another plus. Now let's see how long you last fucking." Chizu responded by releasing me and stood up only to bend over the laundry tub. Then with her ass pointed up at me she pulled aside her panties and I gazed upon her forbidden zone. The vertical gash of tightly sealed flesh hid her womanhood below her bright pink puckered asshole.

"Whoa! Hold on there, stallion," Azami said pushing me back from Chizu. I was startled as she intercepted me. I must really have been overeager to just jump right in with tunnel vision of Chizu's nearly hairless pussy lips. "Since she's my **** I get to say when her maidenhead gets broken. So you'll have to do her the same as my husband, in her rear."

"In the..." I muttered and turned red, "ass?" I whispered.

"That's it! If there's one thing I can't stand it's a wimpy dick," Azami suddenly shouted and harshly slapped one of Chizu's tight barred white ass cheeks. The poor little girl stifled a cry, but the older woman ignored her. "I'm through with you. Get out."

Confused, and still with my erect cock in hand, I hopped back as she pushed me away from Chizu, trying not to trip over my pants which were ringing my ankles. "But I..." I began, but Azami would not even consider anything I could possibly say. I grabbed my pants and pulled them up as she pushed me out the door and slammed it in my face. "Shit," I grumbled and fixed my clothing before walking out of the manor.

I should have just done it. I had the chance and I balked, hesitated. If I had any balls I'd have taken what was offered. "Why did I always have to overthink everything?" I asked myself as I walked down the hill into town.

Ahead I saw Natsumi talking with Yuki and decided to go see what they were talking about, but then the pain came. I grabbed my head, a blinding stabbing pain caused me to cry out, but then just as suddenly it was gone. "What was that?" I whispered to myself until I looked around and my stomach lurched. All around was **** and destruction. The ground all around was littered with smashed vegetables, the splintered remains of Yuki's shop, and the twisted and fractured bodies of the two women.

"No..." I gasped in horror. Then, to my shame, I ran. Why did this happen? I didn't understand and I was scared, but somehow I also knew it was my fault. Not how or why, just that it was.

I ran back towards home, and just as I reached the top of the hill I ran into Setsuko who was apparently going to walk into town. "No, don't!" I yelled at her, probably sounding like a mad man.

"Kenji, what's wrong?" she asked with uncharacteristic concern. Then her eyes went wide, "Has there been another ****?" I guess my face gave it away, "Who?"

I hadn't remembered even I started crying, but trying to talk was difficult. "Natsumi... Yuki..."

"Yuki!" the name of our mutual friend hurt her deeply and she turned to run to the scene, but I grabbed her wrist.

"No!" I screamed trying to overpower the evil laughter that was slowly filling my head. "He's coming! Run!"

Then pain blinded me and I pressed my hands to my temples and closed my eyes to block the pain. When it subsided this time I heard someone crying. Nervously I reopened my eyes and saw Azami, kneeling before me, curled up crying. She was holding her daughter Setsuko, dead, white as a sheet. Then I saw the big bloody gash in Setsuko that still seeped onto her ruined dress and coated the floor. In front of them lay a bloody knife.

"Oh, shit," I groaned, my heart dropping. I did this. What was happening to me? Why couldn’t I remember?!? What was wrong with me? Then I heard the laughter echoing again in the corners of my mind. It was coming back. I had to act quickly.