Fuku's unlucky streak is only beginning

The ritual had taken a heavy toll on Fuku. While she hadn't been physically injured in the least-- on the contrary, it had been good exercise-- she'd lost her clothing, her dignity, and, while she hadn't lost William's respect, there was no way he'd think of her the same after all of this. Fuku's attire was erotic at the best of times and now he was going to be picturing her naked body, a portrait of femininity, every time she conducted a lesson. Distractions upon distractions...

However, she could feel the power of these youkai coursing through her blood. Not only that, she'd seen it firsthand. This would prove to be worth it in the end, she promised herself, even as the mujina's laughter rang in her ears and the biwa players strummed on.

"Miss Fuku... They're departing," William announced.

She got the impression William was probably giving the mujina its parting bow, but she couldn't actually see that, not with her head covered by a big laquer box. It was a blessing just to know that at least he could choose not to watch her dance now, though whether he'd actually do the respectful thing remained to be seen. The steely resolve of a samurai had been tested and, to some extent, had failed, when it came to resisting the allure of bouncing tits. "I'll have to address that in our next training session," she reminded herself.

Finally, the biwa playing began to subside. Those creepy old codgers had gotten more than their fair share of entertainment tonight, courtesy of their puppeteering magic. She'd be happy to get back to the ones that just summoned revenant undead in the future, as annoying as those were. Gradually, control of her arms came back to her, allowing her to remove the box from her head. She dropped it behind her, covering herself with her arms as she made her way back towards the spring. Perhaps she'd take a dip and try to forget all of this. It might not be a bad idea to wash off the sweat from all that dancing...

"I'm coming up, Master William. Please avert your eyes, at least until I'm in the bath," Fuku insisted, looking both ways as she reached the top of the hill. She was still stark naked and at this point, she wouldn't put it past her student to try sneaking another peek.

"Of course, Miss Fuku," the samurai agreed, bowing respectfully before turning his back. "Take all the time you need to get yourself cleaned and dressed."

"... Master William?"

"Hm?"

"You said cleaned and dressed but... where are my clothes?"

"I assumed they'd be given back to you when the ritual was complete," he answered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he looked around the forest on the other side of her. "You don't see them?"

"I... do not," Fuku murmured, lowering her eyebrows while clutching her breasts more tightly with her arm. It was irritating, to be sure, but if she had to, she could probably get something loaned from William or at least send him into a nearby village to gather clothing. There was another problem. The power seemed to be subsiding, like it wasn't fully absorbed. The scent of youkai hadn't totally left the area, either. "I fear something has gone wrong. The ritual is not finished."

"But the youkai have all departed. I scouted the nearby forest-- nothing left but their stench."

"Yes, the smell still lingers. I believe that is because--" she began, before spotting something in the distance. It looked a bit like a cloud of fireflies, but in a ethereal, bright blue color, like a will-o-wisp. The smell was coming from that direction. "I believe the gathered energies of the youkai must be physically absorbed into my body. In short, I must collect them. It seems the bath will have to wait."

As she approached the left behind aura of the youkai, she heard the laughter of the old musician spirits once again. The wisps seemed to float further into the forest. She noticed something else floating with them, in the back, like a ghost... And in fact, it was. There was another living bolt, dressed in her clothing. It was wearing her tall onmyo mage cap of silk, her black robes, and probably everything down to the panties.

"Enough of these games. I completed the ritual. It's time to submit!" Fuku ordered the living bolt, trying to sound authoritative. Even she didn't feel convinced, considering that she was still bare from head to toe. She couldn't so much as point a finger at the spirit without revealing some especially indecent spot of her body. Her upper thighs squeezed tighter around the wrist she had crossed down between them. Upsettingly, she felt a little moisture there. She'd have time to question that later...

The living bolt simply laughed, turning its back towards her and floating off into the bamboo woods.

"Damnable spirits...!" Fuku cursed under her breath, moving both arms to clutch around her tits to stop them from bouncing around uncomfortably as she ran after the youkai.

The trick had seemed rote and foolish, but the spirit was swift, weaving in and out between the stalks of bamboo playfully as Fuku remained hot on its trail. Fuku began to understand what was happening. It had been a long trek up the hill, but it was a quicker way down, and she knew what was waiting for her at the base: a well-populated human village, where William had spent the night before.

Part of her was worried the youkai may attack the people there, but she quickly remembered that the creatures weren't malevolent in that way. What it probably wanted was...

The people in town were reasonably panicked when the famous onmyo master suddenly flew by them. She'd ascended the hill for the sake of her work, looking lively and elegant, only to reappear before them white as a sheet, with her hair matted over her face and a sinister smirk planted there. They couldn't know this was a living bolt-- it was dressed just like Fuku had been. Some scattered while others grabbed makeshift weapons, preparing to fight for their lives.

"Stay your weapons and remain calm!"

Confused, the villagers looked for the source of the voice. They saw its owner, emerging from the forest on the hillside, and were momentarily relieved to know that the traveling mage was unharmed. Their eyes widened and their expressions changed as they got a better look at her. She was walking slowly with one forearm over her massive breasts, barely hiding the important details, while covering the spot between her legs with one hand. She'd been stripped of everything and looked, frankly, like a hot mess, with her hair unkempt and her body dripping with sweat. As she walked further into the village square, others were treated to the sight of her bare buttocks. She didn't have any spare hands to cover that part.

"M-Madam Fuku...!"

"By my ancestors, she's stark naked!"

"The ghost took her clothes! The restless spirits pulled a prank on her?"

As the villagers realized they weren't being attacked, their attitudes changed. Those who were hiding within their homes came out to take a look. These villagers, with little excitement in their lives outside of the war they were hoping to avoid, were now being treated to an amazing scene, the kind that was sure to be the talk of the town for months to come. They could hardly be blamed for gawking.

"P-Please, erm, avert your eyes, if you would. I will exorcise the living bolt and you can return to your activities," Fuku murmured, becoming more self-conscious as she squeezed her arms tighter to her body. She got the sense several of the villagers were adjusting their positions to try to see the parts she was hiding.

The living bolt cackled, taking a few steps backward onto the foot path through town.

"Stop!"

The youkai did not, of course. Instead, it flew further in, hiding behind a pair of farmers who were so transfixed by the site of Fuku's barely hidden nudity that they didn't seem to care about a ghost approaching them.

Fuku clenched her teeth and narrowed her eyes, then proceeded to run as quickly as she could manage while shielding her privates. She reached the two men, then entreated them, red-faced. "Could you... perhaps... move to either side so that I may reach the ghost hiding behind you?"

The two did, watching her wordlessly. As she passed, they took a hard look at her bare bottom, engraving the sight into their memories.

The living bolt laughed, already well out of the way where she could reach. As she ran in its direction, the youkai reached out its detached sleeves and fired them off like its own namesake weaponry. For a moment, Fuku dared to imagine that the attire would land back on her as it was intended to be worn, but she had no such luck-- not tonight. The cloth instead bound both her wrists together, holding the arms to her front. Like this, it was difficult to hide anything, but she tried, keeping her hands between her legs while pressing forward. Unfettered by any coverage, her breasts swung to either side as she moved, creating yet another spectacle for the eager crowd.

The spirit continued to run, well out of reach, then shot off more silk clothing in Fuku's direction. The fabric that would normally form her robe bound around her legs, making it nearly impossible to remain upright. Fuku could do little more than bunny-hop in the correct direction. "I... I command you, shikigami! It is time for you to submit!" she half ordered, half begged.

The floating ghost of a nude woman cackled once more, now floating towards her rather than away. Smiling into her face, it removed her hat from its head, then moved to place it upon Fuku's messy hair. Instead of doing that, it moved it pushed open her mouth, then placed the garment between her teeth, before wrapping the back ties around her head to form a gag. Finally, the youkai became a mass of blue wisps once again, then absorbed into her body.

The power entering her was opposite the power she felt now, which was to say, zero. Her arms and legs were both tied and, as the spirit disappeared, she fell forward with her butt in the air, powerless to change her position. She'd been deprived of the ability to talk as well, though she still had her eyesight, allowing her to see the shrinking circle of people closing in, taking in the view. From this angle, she doubted her cheeks were even hiding her most private area, and although she couldn't tell who, someone was surely looking closely at it.

"Mrffmv muh mffg!" she urged the villagers, writhing to try to flip onto her side so as to expose less of her pussy. As she did, gravity pushed her breasts downward atop one another, allowing everyone to see her big, pink nipples, free from the coverage of her arms.

The crowd finally complied. There was only one thing she could be asking for. The group attempted to untie her, with some seeming to spend longer on her legs than seemed like it could be necessary.

"I would ask that you... remain silent about everything that happened here tonight."

The words were heard, and mostly, obeyed... and yet, the legend of one of Japan's most powerful onmyo mages would become intermingled with a new tale, one that sounded too farfetched to believe, completely at odds with the average Japanese citizen's impressions of Lady Fuku. When those who heard the story saw her exposed hips in her alluring magician's outfit, and noticed the fantastic swell of her breasts under that robe of hers... they would always secretly hope that night might repeat itself.

They dreamed of another magical night where a powerful sorceress could be presented, bound and gift-wrapped, before the common man.