Fuku faces the sum of all the youkai magic

The typical means to subjugate a shikigami would be an exertion of **** and a display of power, which spirits respect and also cannot deny. In this case, Fuku found herself doing just the opposite. From the very beginning, these shikigami had wanted power over her, and the only winning move was to submit to them for the time being. She only had a little longer to go-- she convinced herself she could handle it.

The two Williams made their way towards Fuku as she awkwardly covered her front with the laquer box. People had often accused her of being without the warmth or whimsy that a marrying age woman ought to harbor, but she'd forsaken all of that for the sake of her onmyo mage. She felt William Adams was a kindred spirit in that regard. That was why she felt almost as though she was in a dream, watching the samurai jump back and forth to each foot while clapping his hands above his head. There was little chance he felt as humiliated as she did in this scenario, but he was probably getting there.

"Hm... I have an idea," she murmured to herself, looking between the two. "Master William, I believe now is the time to see if you've been slacking on your stamina training."

"Stamina...?" William asked out loud while putting on a serious face to hide the places his mind had just gone.

"And speed," Fuku added, stepping backwards away from the incoming samurai and his mimic. She hadn't figured it before, but just because William was required to match the creature's movements didn't mean she had to play along. All she had to do was play keep-away until the mijuna's power ran out.

The creature gave a childish cry of indignation-- it had been enjoying treating her as a plaything and now she had decided to start resisting, sucking the entertainment out of its brief time in the mortal realm. The mijuna wearing William's face stopped dancing and started running, waving its hands above its heads and yelling what might be obscenities in its language. William was no slouch when it came to speed training, and that meant this creature wasn't either. Furthermore, the original article was matching speed. "You may want to start running," he advised, as they quickly closed ground.

Fuku clicked her teeth, understanding what she had to do. She spun around, keeping her breasts sheltered inside the box while exposing her backside, and took off in a fleet-footed dash. She was an onmyo specialist, but she'd done plenty of martial training and felt confident in her stamina, even next to William's. She could still run out the timer this way... even if it meant showing her ass in the literal sense.

With freedom now to do so, the samurai kept his eyes locked upon her impressive buttocks, which bounced back and forth in time with her rapid motions. Her hips were always uncovered with her usual garb, catching the eyes of men wherever she roamed, but he'd only imagined what the whole of her looked like before. He thought to himself guiltily that whatever the outcome of this ritual, the part he'd remember best was probably the sight of her slender, perfect female form.

Just as Fuku was beginning to feel confident in her plan, she was given one more trial to contend with. It started out as a single strumming, the familiar tune of a biwa being played from somewhere far away... then increased in volume, as one joined in after another. No longer content to sit and watch, the biwa playing spirits had joined back in, and their strumming suddenly froze her legs in place. She tried once, and once again, to jerk them free, but soon enough, she found herself resuming the foolish prancing from earlier. Her face glowed with heat as she turned once again, facing William and hopping with her bare feet in the mountainside grass.

The mujina giggled once more, pleased to see that its oh-so-bouncy playmate had finally come around, even if not by her own power. With William still duplicating its movements, the creature began to dance around her, circling from the front to the uncovered back.

The woman clenched her teeth as she felt her own movements ship. Instead of hopping about, she stuck out her rear end, shaking it from side to side with each clap of the youkai's hands. William was trying hard not to stare, but he was **** to, as the mujina brought its face up against her rear end and began rubbing it cheek-to-cheek, so to speak.

"Er," William grunted, watching Fuku's face for approval.

"If we fail this ritual now because you didn't appease the mujina, then I assure you, our next onmyo magic practice will be more a lot rougher than the usual," Fuku warned him, biting her lip as she was **** to continue swinging her hips. Still, she shivered with embarrassment at the touch of the samurai's beard stubble against either side of her ass, as William's face touched down on the other side. The two men rubbed their faces up and down against her bare buttocks while clapping their hands, a form of embarrassment she couldn't have imagined at the start of this ritual.

"Soft..."

"Please, no commentary," she murmured, while keeping her own eyes hatefully upon the biwa playing spirits. She wasn't sure if she'd ever want to summon them again, even after all the work she was putting in to gain their loyalty. The old men chuckled at her gaze, then modified their playing-- that was always a bad sign. As the two Williams continued playing with her backside, she lifted the box from her front, off of her breasts and away from her pussy. She placed it over her head, now with nothing hidden from anyone's eyes but her own beet-red face.

The mujina gave a curious "ooo," then backed up. It looked to William, grinned, then began dancing around Fuku in a circle once again to take in the sight from every angle. The samurai found himself doing just the same, as his onmyo teacher held a box over her head and swung her ass back and forth, causing both that part of her and her hanging breasts to jiggle with the pendulous movements.

"I can feel their collected power," Fuku spoke, her voice slightly muffled by the covering over her head. "The ritual is nearing its completion. All that remains is to banish them to the underworld for later summoning."

"Mm hm."

"It will be no small feat. This last step is likely to be the most rigorous. The mujina, the biwa players, and the miasma must all be locked away."

"Yes..."

"... Are you listening?"

"Right."

Fuku could tell that William was perhaps a little distracted. No matter. As long as he was still copying the mimic's movements, he was doing his job, even if he was drinking in every inch of her naked body as he did so. She'd never shown any man such intimate details and now he was getting a good enough picture of it to paint an accurate portrait later if he so chose. Maybe she'd get lucky and the shikigami's powers would include wiping people's memories...

There was still one last leg of the ritual to go, but what could possibly be any more demeaning than the naked dance she was already being **** to perform?

Roll 9!

Outfit durability: 0/28 (naked, unless you count the box on her head)