You gotta be fucking joking. That's my first thought on entering Buella's Loli Cafe in my uncomfortable uniform.
The cesspool of the place was full of irritating whiny brats with eardrum piercing pitches, trying to act cute and young. A 1960s retro style American diner restaurant look. A jukebox at the side did not look like it was working. Some customers were seated at the counter eating the overpriced food and ordering from the liquor menu at extortionist prices, while leering at the staff behind the bar. Think of the female bar staff bending over in short skirts.
The uniform was almost like a typical Japanese school girl's - traditional sailor style type.
Sheer white on the top and a short short skirt.
So sheer that the perverts, young and old, who frequent these places could sneak a peak at the deep coloured bras of black, red and every possible colour propping up the busty bouncing bosoms under those tops.
Yeah, the girls tend to hop around instead of walking. Up and down those balls jiggle. Along with the customers' goggly eyes.
Most were Yako's male kitsunes, playing it really slutty. They better act well because he is taking 10% off my payment as commission. The male customers would be begging to point straight up to heaven with their erections, restricted by those pants.
The foul stench of premature ejaculate lingers around.
Yako worked out a deal with Ryuu for the extra 'drug costs'. But really, he just replaced the staff with his methods - taking the form of the other human workers. And possibly keeping the real ones somewhere under a spell.
So far, only three mortal females who were quieter than their perceived counterparts. Those are the witnesses needed when fleeing starts. Those girls were the ones with legitimate addresses which the police can reach. Yako had mentioned replacing the rest, who had fake addresses to avoid their families finding out about their moonlighting.
Security cameras have been already disabled, together with the listening bugs.
No shit. No shortage of perverts. Busy as can be for fetish central.
"Jisho is in the private room. Look for the Sailormoon sign on the door," a kitsune whispered as he passed.
I nodded. Nothing to dash a female's ego than to have a male hotter than her.
"Hiiii there, what would you like to order? Coffee, tea...or maybe meeeeee," he called out in the sweetest, girliest voice to someone.
Fuck. I shouldn't have turned around to gawk. His huge booty in that really short skirt caught the other customers' attentions. Almost like two puppies wriggling under uncomfortably around the g-string. Not to mention the faces drooling from lecherous desires.
Damn girl... I meant male kitsune. I slapped myself.
Down the dark hallway, a drunk customer was making out with one of the kitsune who motioned me downwards to the target location.
I seriously don't know how those kitsune could tolerate having human hands roving over their bodies.
There it was, Sailormoon in that awful mismatched color scheme of the 80s, smiling at me. This place needs an interior decorator.
I knocked on the half chipped painting of her boobs, only to find white flecks of paint on my knuckles, and walked in.
There he was, the fat lump of an old man in a suit with those large gold chain necklaces, lounging on the large sofa in the middle of the gaudy looking room with its 1990s gold trims. Totally Jabba the Hutt Star Wars style.
Jisho Tonma, aka the 'Self Proclaimed Nerd' with his pockmarked face, was being smothered by the large bosoms of two topless chubby girls.
"MmmmfffhghpppppFFFHH," he made a noise as he groped one bare breast heartily.
I locked the door. That was too easy despite the nauseating sight before me.
Especially when I knew those two are also male kitsunes.
One gave me a wink as I rolled my eyes.
Yako really knew how to train and pimp them out.
Ryuu could have easily ordered suffocation by large mammary glands. Instead of a bullet or two.
"Excuse me sir, would you like to order anything?" I asked politely.
Something dropped behind the sofa. The signal to go.
"Could you help me pick that up, little sister?" asked that kitsune sweetly who winked at me earlier.
"Sure, big sister," I replied in a forced, cutesy voice.
Glad to escape the box seat view of gross central since he already got one of them to start rubbing his large swollen bulge.
"FrrrmmmPPPHHHH," Jisho grunted
Good, he is still distracted as I walked behind the sofa.
"Go for it, Daija." I signaled telepathically.
This pervert probably had his men sitting out front among those customers.
Showtime. I reached into Kakuriyo and pulled my Glock with its silencer out. The kitsune, already aware, started to bend over and continue rubbing his dick so that I could have the clear shot.
*BRATTUTTUTTT* Sounded like Daija brought the automatic Glock.
Before Jisho could react.
I pulled the trigger to fire execution style at the back of Jisho's head.
*PfUt*
He slumped lifelessly forward. With the classic downward spray of blood and brain. Clean entry and exit.
Screams and shouts were already in the air. Glass breaking, running, shoving - the perfect pandemonium.
*BRATTUTTTTUTTT* off it went. That's probably not ours.
"Go now!" I yelled at the two kitsune.
One vanished into Kakuriyo. The other didn't. He was lying there stunned, still in mortal female form. With blood splatter on him. Stupid FUCK.
Running pitter patter of feet were heard approaching. No time. I jumped over the sofa and grabbed his arm.
A few forceful turns of the knob.
I pulled the stunned male kitsune into Kakuriyo with me. There was something heavy there, almost restricting us from fully entering.
I glanced at him. Still stuck in female form.
Damnit.
The old turd carried an omamori, possibly a protective pocket charm. It somehow got stuck on the damn kitsune.
A quick sweep of the omamori away with my Glock. Only a mortal realm object could move it. Not even my hands could touch the shrine charm. Kakuriyo finally swallowed us up into its realm, seconds before they rammed the door down.
He reverted to his true form of a young white fox with blood stains on his fur.
"Thanks," he muttered awkwardly, unaware of the danger he is now in.
He's in my lair. Each time we retreat in haste without thinking, the default was our personal safe place in Kakuriyo.
I kept my human form, so not to scare away this possible prey.
Any other kitsune would have started panicking and begging for their dear lives. Daija would have swallowed him whole. That thought has not completely left my mind.
"How old are you?" I asked, as my hands unscrewed the silencer.
"About 50 years…," he mumbled as he watched me.
"Young," I said. "Contracted to Yako?"
Young yōkai, who were less than a hundred years old, are very rare now. They are also easier to train, compared to the older ones stuck in their ways.
"It's my first job. Not contracted. Yako said if I did well, he will give me a job. It isn't easy for us."
Those three, Yako, Masakage and Norimitsu controlled the kitsune world in Japan. There was no way of fighting upward unless they wanted to take on the three elders. A few had tried and were cannibalised promptly.
Serpent yōkai world was easier. None of us bother about hierarchy. You are either a Daiyōkai or not. We usually cooperate or keep away from each other. It worked out well… so far.
"Sweetheart. What is your name?"
He answered, "Kouki."
"Kou as in bay?"
He nodded. The kid was innocent as a day old lamb. Yako won't care if I ate him.
Non-contracted meant that he had no obligation at all to protect young Kouki from me. The other one was probably uncontracted too.
"Kouki, did they ever warn you about the serpent yōkai?"
"Yes. Are you one?" He asked innocently.
I licked my lips slowly and smiled as he started moving away from me. Panic with fear in his innocent brown eyes. So delicious.
"You know…" I used my finger to reel him in. "I could eat you now."
Fifty years had nothing on me.
A whimper escaped from his furry snout. A little scrawny. Not tasty. Too young to even give me a power boost.
I grabbed him before he could run. The furry hairball was struggling desperately to get out of my grip while we enter the mortal realm of my office at Shinde Inc.
"Change," I whispered as I threw him onto the carpet floor.
He reverted to his usual male human form with my yōkai powers. If not, he will be stuck in the form of a small furry white fox for weeks. Not too bad looking in an 18-year-old human male body.
"We will talk in a bit." I winked mischievously at his horrified face.
Before he could scoot for the door, I casually added, "And don't even try escaping. Just sit on the sofa. You don't know where the spider yōkai is in my building. She won't show mercy if she catches you."
My iPhone beeped as a frightened yet defeated looking Kouki sat trembling on my sofa.
A stupid message to look at the news. A swift tap on my iPhone and the projector whirled on monotonously to project the news on the wall.
The news anchor, the typical sweet lady type, was doing the announcement in the gentlest way. Like how she would present a knitting class.
"We bring you breaking news. A major yakuza henchman, Jisho Tonma, also known as the 'Self Proclaimed Nerd', aged 69 years old, was found shot, execution style in a cafe tonight. The suspects are allegedly from a rival yakuza organisation…"
Another tap on my phone. The projection ended. Mission executed.