121. Apologize to Azami.

Jealous/Gluttony Chapter 3: Lone wolf and cub.

It's clear to me now that this evil oni or whatever that is slowly murdering everyone I know is haunting me. Setsuko's ****, as well as all the others. They'd still be alive if I hadn't accidentally set it free. That guilt was weighing down on me now so I couldn't help but whisper, "I'm sorry," to Azami. "I know how hard this must be…" I started and placed my hand on her shoulder to try and console her.

Azami stopped crying suddenly and in a split second, she was up in my face screaming at me. "How dare you!" Her hot breath and spittle covered my face as I backed away in terror. But worse her angry blue eyes bore a hole through my soul. I wanted to turn and run but just stood there like a scared little boy. "You think a worthless little boy like you has any idea how I feel right now!?!" Then something inside me snapped.

I couldn't believe what I was doing as I grabbed the back of her head and brought her face to mine and kissed the wildly nagging woman. "What the fuck!" she snapped back away from me and turned away. That was when I pushed her face-first onto the bed.

"Get off of me you little…" Azami growled, but thanks to her sleazy dress I was able to cut her off quickly as I both whipped out my already surprisingly hard dick and ripped aside her skirt and panties enough to jam my cock right at her twat. It didn't go in far on that first thrust, mostly due to the fact she wasn't wet at all, but Azami started thrashing to stand so I had to twist her arm painfully hard to hold her in place.

"Fucker! If you think you can get away with…" she threatened uselessly for my next plunge spread open her tightly clenched pussy walls and I slid inside her womanhood. She paused her threats and struggling for just a second, to which I just started humping her ass like a mad bunny. Fuck it felt good to be inside! Having sex with a real woman!

"Get that puny little prick out of me you limp-dicked…" Azami resumed her beratement of me, but now I was determined to show her. I slammed my ass harder, forcing my cock to spear into her deepest depths, and I could tell it was having an effect on her despite her words by the fact her pussy started getting wet and slippery as I **** her. But still, that didn't stop her mouth from sassing me. "You're so pathetic," she scolded me, and for a moment I thought she was referring to the fact I had **** myself on her, but the real surprise was what she said next.

"Spank me," she demanded.

"What?" I grunted as I hammered her twat hard.

"If you're going to **** that needle-dick in me at least fucking spank me!" she shouted and I didn't argue. I pulled back my free hand and landed a cruel swat on her ass cheek. I bet that hurt, but Azami was unimpressed. "Harder!" she shouted and I laid another one on her so hard I could see the outline of my hand and fingers burning on her flesh. Yet still, that wasn't enough. "Again!"

Between twisting her arm to hold her down and spanking her ass over and over I almost forgot I was fucking her. Somehow this had gone from me taking her to her telling me how to take her properly. I tried to keep up with her orders, but then almost by surprise I reached my limit and started ejaculating my sperm in her womb. "Pathetic!" Azami grunted and tightened her pussy around me to milk my spasming dick. "You didn't even get to my asshole. Some **** you are. And don't you know you're supposed to cum on my face? Everyone knows that's how you truly **** a woman properly."

I'm so thrown for a loop by her obviously disappointed commentary I almost didn't realize that the Monk from before had come to suddenly stand beside me and placed a black onyx cube over my heart. It was cold for just a moment, but then shimmering orange tendrils of light pealed out of me to fill it. I was speechless as I watched them curl and thrash out of me, clearing my head as they were sucked out of my body. Only then did I suddenly realized with shame what I'd done and that I was once more back in control of my own body.

I jumped back, shocked and disgusted with myself. "Azami! I… I'm sorry," I said again as I saw her pink open fuzzy gash leaking out my incriminating white ooze.

"You should be," Azami said sitting up and concealing her creamed crack as she adjusted her clothes back to their proper state. "That was the poorest **** I've ever had. My decrepit husband does better with a broom."

I was at an utter loss for words, but the Monk simply said, "So that's where mother got it from…"

"What?" I mumbled and looked at him with confusion.

"Oh… Nothing…" he said and tucked the glowing cube away and walked out the door.

"Hey wait!" I called out and chased after him, but as soon as I rounded the corner he was gone. Disappeared just as fast as he appeared.

"Matsumoto!" Azami shouted out behind me, but I was scared and I ran, vowing never to set foot in this building again.