138. I'm going to kill that bastard!

Vanity/Wrath Chapter 3: The greatest love of all.

<How dare he!> a voice in my head screamed. I could feel the anger boiling up inside my veins and if Setsuko told me steam came out of my ears I would believe her. But then again she didn’t stay very long because after just a minute of watching her fiancée and my sister fucking on the night before her wedding she ran off back towards her room with sobs clearly audible until I heard her door slam shut.

Her sorrow and pain were the last straw, snapping away at my sanity. I jumped up and threw the door open violently. "How dare you!" I yelled as I stormed in.

Kouki screamed and dived off of the far side of the bed searching for her clothes while Shinji shamelessly joked, "Relax, Kenji. I was gonna pull out." He turned around, ignoring my sister now, and tried to talk with me, totally ignorant of how much danger he was truly in. "I can't afford to have any little bastards annoying me. Am I right?" Then he held up his hand as if amusingly looking for me to clap mine against it in manly agreement.

What he got was a punch to the side of his sickeningly perfect face. He never even saw it coming, taking it full force as it sent him tumbling straight to the floor, teeth and blood flying across the room making Kouki scream even more. Then I yelled at him, finding his lack of fighting spirit disappointing, "I trusted you! Looked up to you! You son of a fucking bitch!" Then to try again to quench my hate I kicked the moaning dirt-bag and felt several of his ribs satisfyingly snap at the force of my foot hitting him.

Then Kouki jumped up, still naked and only holding her dress to her front as she bolted for the door. "And you cunt," I yelled and grabbed her arm before she got away, then threw her onto the bed violently, sending her sprawling out and her dress flying. "You wanna get fucked? I’ll show you how fucked you are!" Then I opened up my pants and exposed my hard cock with angry bulging veins. I was just kneeling on the foot of the bed as I grabbed her ankle to prevent her from getting away when we were interrupted.

"Kenji Matsumoto!" a booming familiar voice shouted at me, making me halt my incestuous intentions. I turned and saw Natsumi posed for a fight, standing in the doorway. "Leave your sister alone you pervert."

I grinned evilly. "Half-sister, but it’s the sister part that will make fucking this little whore more fun."

"I knew you were a pathetic coward, but I never took you for a perverted sister fucking rapist," she sneered. "Guess I should have known that no other girl would ever consider touching you," I growled considering if I should fuck her instead or just kill her. Then she added, "Well, if it's incest that turns you on then maybe you’re a mother-fucker, and if that’s true, I’m right here so let's see you come and take me on… Mother-Fucker."

My mother? "My mother is dead," I shot back not believing her, but something inside me seemed to sense that she wasn’t lying.

"Your worthless lying asshole father tell you that?" she laughed. "Fucking him was the single worst mistake of my life, well… next to squirting out a perverted little mother-fucker like you." Now that I thought about it, he never actually said she died, he just never talked about her. Ad since I knew Kouki’s mother died I just assumed…

Now I started to doubt everything in my life, and that just made me even more insanely angry than everyone and everything. Damn my fucking worthless father, keeping the truth from me. Part of me wanted to just cry and run into her arms, begging for her forgiveness, but a darker part of me wanted to hurt her for denying me her love for all these years. Didn’t she know how much pain I had suffered? That was it, she wanted to keep calling me a mother fucker? I’d pay her back for that in her own coin. The beast in me roared and suddenly I flew at her.

She dodged just in time, but didn’t strike back once she had an opening. Instead, she turned to run, and that just triggered my instincts. Like any predator I had to chase her, so I hit the wall and took off after her. Back and forth down corridors, bursting through doors, and then she was out in the open night sky under the bright full moon with me hot on her heels. That was a mistake, and it would be her last. In the open ground without any cover, my sudden unnatural power and speed made it impossible for her to get far and I latched one clawed hand around her arm and jerked her body to a screeching halt as I yanked so hard I dislocated her shoulder as I brutally tossed her to the ground.

She shouted out in anguish, but I couldn’t be sated by just that. She’d been the one to drive the mother fucking point home, so now I had to make her live to regret it before I finished her. With perverse glee I grabbed her leather pants shredded them with my now sharpened fingernails, even leaving several shallow bloody marks in her flesh as I did so. My own clothes had been utterly destroyed as I raged going after her, so without any fanfare I jumped atop of her and drove my swollen angry member deep into her dry cunt, clearly providing her a second reason to give me her pleasing screams of pain that I now enjoyed so much.

I battered her hips into the ground just trying to brutalize her more than fuck her, but something had changed. She’d stopped fighting to resist me, and at first, I thought it was because I might have broken her, but she was gazing up at me with some strange look that I just couldn’t understand. She was crying, but it seemed different than the horrible pain she must have been in. I tried to maul her harder to break her, but the strength was just draining out of me somehow. I tried to hold on to it, fucking her with final desperation and taunting her as I was about to reach my climax even as I felt the essence of who I was being totally consumed by this insatiable rage, "If you thought… giving birth… to me was bad… wait until… you shit out… my little brother!"

She then said something that turned out to save my soul. "I forgive you, son," she sobbed and it caused intense pain to whatever I’d become. It burned and scalded my soul. Then everything was clear. I was possessed by a malevolent oni and it was pure evil. It had almost had me forever, but something instantly broke its hold over my mind. It was love, the pure love of a mother for her child.

"Arrghhhh!" My mouth shouted as my loins started spurting off inside her, I had to fight the creature inside of me, it was hard, but I was slowly winning when suddenly something stabbed me in the back. For a moment I thought Natsumi had somehow pulled out a dagger and had killed me, but my hands still had both her arms pinned to the ground. For the next few seconds, I experienced the most painful orgasm of my life, with each wonderful contraction of sperm entering her it felt like my soul was similarly ejected from the cosmic wound in my back.

Then like a candle being blown out it, was over. I collapsed and passed out dead to the world entirely. When I finally awoke the next morning in a strange room I actually wondered if I was dead. The world seemed so much brighter and more cheerful than it had been, but then I heard the sound of people talking nearby. As I got up and looked around I realized I was in a room of the Honda Dojo. Nothing made sense and I could only half remember last night, more as a bad dream than anything else. Taking a deep breath I followed the sounds, exiting the small bedroom I'd woken up in and down a small hall before coming up to a room with a closed door. I almost opened the sliding rice paper door, but stopped as I overheard Natsumi talking with Yuki’s grandmother on the other side.

"Quit whining you big baby," Granmama said gruffly.

"Sorry, that’s just a tender area," Natsumi explained, then there was another moment of silence.

"Well, I don’t see any signs of infection, but I still say you won’t know if you’ve conceived for at least a few weeks," Granmama said doubtfully. "I don’t know what kind of hokey religion that monk follows, but…"

"I am. I can tell," Natsumi simply said solemnly in reply.

"Some women say they can tell right off, but I’ve never really believed that horse balloie," the old woman speculated. "Even if it’s your time." Then another pause. "How’s the arm?"

"Sore, but it’ll heal," was all Natsumi said and then there was the rustling of clothes. Then louder she directed, "You can come in now."

Oh, she must know I’m here. Embarrassed at being caught eavesdropping I pulled open the door and saw the two women now sitting at her dinner table, Natsumi wearing a white kimono loose with one bound arm sticking out center instead of the sleeve. Instantly what seemed like a horrible dream came back to me and I almost couldn’t believe it was true, much less, that I was alive or that Natsumi wasn’t screaming at me still trying to kill me.

"How are you doing, Kenji?" she instead asked politely, seemingly unconcerned and disconnected from what happened last night.

"Confused," I said honestly.

Natsumi nodded. "Well if you’ll excuse us, Misses Yamada, we have a lot of talking to do."

"I shouldn’t wonder," the old woman scoffed before she groaned in discomfort as she made her old joints pop standing up. "I’ll be back to check on you tomorrow," she hollered as she shambled out past me in her strange quick half-stepped pace that belied her extreme age.

Once we were alone I sat down across the table from her and had to ask, "How's the arm?"

The brawny woman wiggled her injured limb and said, "Out of action for a bit, but fine."

"And…" I couldn’t bring myself to say it. "The other thing?"

"Very out of action for a while!" she exclaimed with a laugh almost as if it was a joke, but I was in no laughing mood. "But it’s not like I was using it anyway." I looked down at the table, unable to face her and just remained quiet, as did she for quite some time.

She ended up breaking the silence by standing up and walking to a cabinet. "I want you to know I didn’t mean any of the horrible things I said about you. I could see you were possessed by an evil spirit the moment I saw you. Maybe you've figured out now why I’ve always been hard on you. It's because… you are my son, and I want what's best for you. I love you." Then she looked at me as she grabbed something. I didn’t see what it was because I too busy locked with her honest and somber hazel eyes to comprehend anything else.

She slowly walked back and sat back down and set a small glass cube filled with the vibrant green light flashing around inside its shadowy interior. It was amazing, impossible, and beautiful all at the same time. I watched its changing patterns as she spoke, "I don’t know how, but I knew I could save you if I got your attention. Save you from hurting or murdering your half-sister and my step-brother. Call it a mother’s intuition. And I was right. The monk said this is the oni that was controlling and mutating you as it infected your soul. And that it was defeated when you finally felt my love for you."

Now I looked back up and could see she was almost crying. This big woman who had threatened to kill me on any number of occasions, now breaking up just talking to me? It seemed so strange, but I could tell that every word she said was her honestly bearing her soul to me of a secret she'd kept my whole life. "So, what now?" I asked dumbly.

She smiled and chuckled in a way that broke the seriousness, "Well… Now I hope you can take responsibility?" I gulped down the swelling in my throat and nodded. I know it wasn't very confident or inspiring, but I was still in shock about what had happened, and even more so about learning what she thought was going to happen.

Part of me wished she was wrong about conceiving a child in our demonically forced union, I mean it could be evil from the oni, or just deformed from the product of incest with my own mother. But another part of me couldn't deny the strange and sudden thrill that I had tingling through my whole body, learning that I was being to be a father. Something about it just sounded so satisfyingly amazing and filled a part of my soul that I didn't even know existed with loving pride.

I had no clue how we moved forward with this, but I'd find a way. With a shaky hand, I reached out and took Natsumi's, trying to exude confidence and failed, but at least I showed her I loved her back, my mother, and now so much more. My heart swelled when she wiped a tear from her eye and smiled, squeezing my hand back with our shared feelings.