Fuku's divested of her free will, among other things

Fuku's distracting dance was doing more to hurt William's focus than the biwa players, although they gave low, decrepit chuckles watching her prance around like a fool. After a few of them had been plugged by arrows, they seemed to lose their good moods. Low grumbles came from above, but William couldn't interpret what it was they were saying.

It didn't take much longer to realize that the tune had changed. The jaunty but childish melody became something quicker, with each spirit performing thrashing hand movements over their instruments. William turned, expecting to see Fuku still performing that bizarre, hopping dance.

He barely managed to move his head aside in time to avoid a high-angle roundhouse kick to the face, as one of the loafers she was wearing zipped by his head. He clenched his teeth, raising his bow in both hands to block a follow-up attack from a second spin.

Fuku's face had a look of apology on it, but she said nothing. He'd wondered why she wouldn't give him a heads up, and now, he understood: the ribbon that was part of her ritual uniform had been taken from the breast of her outfit and stuffed into her mouth. The top of the shirt was a little more open now, but seeing a peek at her neck and collar was hardly exciting next to the amount of flesh already exposed.

"They're forcing her to fight now, is that it?" he questioned. It was clear from her movements that she wasn't going to be able to fight with her usual martial prowess. Her jerky actions were a little more as though an invisible child was playing with a doll than an experienced fighter controlling her own body. He dodged more disjointed attacks, while trying to decide what his next move ought to be. Could he use shuriken or kunai to take out the remaining biwa players? He needed something quicker than his bow, if he was also going to have to contend with Fuku working as their puppet.

For now, he recognized that he might need Fuku's help to strategize. During a gap in her attacks, he yanked the blouse ribbon from her mouth and tossed it aside.

"Look out!"

"Grah!" William shouted as he was grabbed by a long tongue wrapping his waist, pulling him into the air. He'd been captured by an onyudo, a shikigami representing the corrupted soul of a wayward monk. The creature had a tremendous body, like an overly muscular, bald monk, but what was scary wasn't his body-- it was his lengthy tongue, which could act as a lash or, in this case, a way to bind an opponent. The creature waved him around while tightly constricting his arms behind his back.

The biwa players laughed, resuming their original tune. To her annoyance, Fuka found herself resuming the original dance, now with some odd kicking motions to either side. The movements were repetitive and asinine-- she couldn't understand the point. After a few more kicks, the creatures managed to cause her to kick her loafers away, and the shoes skipped a few times across the surface of the hot springs before vanishing below the water. As the biwa players chortled, she realized they'd been making a game out of it.

"These shikigami are nothing if not mischevious," she mused internally. "Well, they are something else as well: powerful. They amass in such numbers and control me effortlessly. To think they would make me appear such a fool before my student!" She'd never felt a spirit so thoroughly occupy her body before. At this point, she could only be thankful they weren't choosing to do anything more harmful than this prank.

Her tormentors made her sit at the water's edge next, kicking her legs up and down in turn. To her chagrin, she realized that the onyudo holding William wasn't actually attacking him, but rather, holding him so that he faced her at a low angle-- from here, he'd see the front of her panties clearly. The sitting position would allow him to see the whole underside, covered by the thin cotton. He could make out a little red ribbon on the front of the panties, just above the groin. "What nonsense..." she muttered out loud, her face growing more heated as her arms reached up with wills of their own and began unrolling the socks from her legs, one at a time.

Once she was barefoot, they transferred the socks loosely to the ends of her hands, then had her continue to hop around, now using the hands as sock-puppets along with their own laughter. The rocks were so slick she was worried she might slip, but the biwa players were at least considerate enough to keep her stable. When they had enough of their little puppet show, they had her throw her arms up, sending each sock flying at a random angle into the bamboo forest.

"Hyaaah!" William suddenly shouted, exerting his ki in all directions. It wasn't enough to cause the onyudo to drop him, but it did flinch. The moment was all he needed to grab a kunai from his waist satchel and slash the creature's tongue. This did cause the corrupted monk to lose its hold on him, staggering backward and holding the spot where the yellow energy of its soul had begun to spray out like blood. The samurai pressed the advantage, grabbing his odachi and cutting the creature to ribbons before it could retaliate. "Miss Fuku, are you injured?"

He was too slow to realize the sudden change in the tempo of the music. His ally lunged at him, lifting her shirt up from her frankly massive bosom. As he went wide-eyed, the shirt she was still wearing engulfed his head, blinding him.

"M-My deepest apologies, Master William!" Fuku spoke through gasps, as she smothered his face unintentionally between her breasts and the makeshift net she'd used to capture him. He had his hands raised, afraid to touch anything. There wasn't a part of her he could touch right now without jeopardizing their respectful relationship as student and teacher.

The way the demons were forcing her to shake her substantial breast meat back and forth in his face was too much humiliation to bear. "Please, cut it!"

"But Miss Fuku-"

"It's better than keeping on like this, isn't it?!"

Obeying, her student readied his kunai in hand, then swiftly split the front of her top. The fabric cut with tantalizing ease, allowing him to pull back and free his head from her grasp. He averted his eyes as quickly as he could manage, but he'd already gotten an eye full of her breasts, stuffed into the under-sized bra. It fit her so tightly that the tops looked squished... he could only imagine what size they'd be once it was off.

He shook his head frantically, correcting himself. "If it comes off! Not when. We have to stop these subdue the spirits before that happens!"

The onmyo mage continued to dance around the spings, now with her feet bare and her top slashed open to reveal her bra. Her luxurious black hair swung around her as the spirits **** her to tilt her head back and forth from one angle to another, dizzying her. "I can feel it.. the collected spirits. We're making progress, William! Please, continue the subjugation!"

Her words were resolute, but her face was beet red. Noticing this, William couldn't prevent his own doubts from showing on his face. "Are you certain? There's no shame in abandoning this task-"

"Wrong, William! What we do now we do for the good of humankind!"

It was hard to take her seriously when she was still hopping around like a rambunctious child, but he tried to. As he prepared another kunai from his satchel, the spirits realized that the time had come to shift their plan of attack.

Roll 9!

Outfit durability: 19/28 (sailor suit top slashed open to reveal white cotton bra, sailor suit skirt over white cotton panties)