Kurogi released a steamy sigh of relief while itching his stubby horns. A hulking ogre, he'd waited all year for a day at Runi-kami’s sauna and hot springs; a much needed day-trip. Being an oni was hard work as the people of the land were just too cautious to be caught or harassed as they used to; he shifted on a wooden bench, groaning as he lie on his side. Leathery black skin stretched over a muscular frame, most would impose that such a beast as Kurogi knew nothing of refined pleasures when the opposite was in fact correct. Today would surely do wonders for his pores; no stress allowed. Traded out for a simple towel tied around his waist, the ancient yokai left his club and pelt loincloth at the door.
First he’d hit the sauna, as he’d only heard how exquisite it was this side of the mountain. Other spirits and demons casually strode through the halls of the bathhouse, each one calm and collected, taking various forms and shapes.
Kurogi approached the large oaken doorway leading to the bathhouse but soon felt unease about leaving his belongings at entrance of the resort; he'd handed them off upon first entering. The black-skinned oni respected the regulations set forth by Runi-kami, as there were some powerful yokai that even Kurogi didn’t want to clash horns with, but perhaps that made this place even more so a potential target; the thrill of robbing such a well protected resort would entice various tricksters and bandits throughout the realm. The ogre sighed, drudging down the hallway towards reception.
“Hello sir, ready to leave already”? The spirit asked politely; she could pass as a human, if it weren’t for the large, singular eye that protruded from her forehead. The yokai was robed in an all-white kimono, jet black hair tucked neatly behind her.
“Not exactly, I just wanted to take my belongings to the sauna; would that be acceptable?" He almost had to whisper when talking to other yokai that weren’t ogres as he didn’t wish to frighten them; it made dealing with more diminutive, kinder spirits much easier.
“I see, well, I wish I could help…but..." She paused, trying not to anger the hulking oni.
“But?"
“But, your belongings have been moved to a more secure location,” she was trying her best not to invoke his ire, “'all' of our patrons’ belongings are guarded in Runi-kami’s special vault, but you can access them at any time by retrieving them upstairs; before you leave of course!"
“I see, my apologies, dear." Being cordial was a hard-earned skill, taking centuries to develop patience and understanding; had Kurogi come here in his youth he’d have tore this room apart. “Where would this vault be exactly?"
“On the 3rd floor, last room on the right, sir?" That singluar eye blinked bashfully; she was still quite frightened.
“So, you tell everyone where it is?" He jested.
The receptionist turned the shade of a cherry blossom, quickly giving a small bow. “No sir! Well yes… but it’s very well guarded! We tell customers for ease and peace of mind!” The smaller yokai kept her eye to the floor, afraid of what may happen if she looked up.
“It’s fine, thank you, dear." She was just doing her job, no reason to frighten the lass any further
The second floor was much livelier, its rooms filled with drunken and disorderly patrons; they sung loudly and argued louder, bellowing insults and praises alike. Much of the rooms had to be warded with onmyo seals for the larger customers, lest they barrel into another room and an all out brawl ravage the entire sauna.
The next set of stairs was just ahead but something-- or someone--caught his eye through the crook of a sliding door. It was a “petite” female oni, cladly dressed and all alone; a rare sight for someone such as himself. Most female ogres were strong and muscular, usually battering the males and barking orders and insults, the sexes tended to avoid one another. A rare exception was the smaller female oni, busty by human standards yet impossibly diminutive to one such as himself.
They were rare creatures, often choosing to disguise themselves as human women, manipulating and consuming the unfortunate men who bought into their disguise and showered them with riches.
Luckily for him they avoided male oni like the plague, perhaps it was because intercourse was 'uncomfortable' to say the least. He didn’t know, he had decided long ago to not waste his time chasing trouble, and these vixens were trouble.
Though in the moment it was impossible avert his gaze. She had fair, pale skin like a human woman, ruby-red horns jutting from the top of her crown. The deep shade of red accented well with her teal hair which was styled into a short bob. The female oni was dressed for a more private occasion, tight black leggings and arm sleeves which were complimented with gold trimming; he could almost taste the sweat of her soles from the doorway.
“Are you jus’ gonna stare”? The oni spoke up, slurring drunkenly, her crimson eyes squinting through the door. There was a slight grin on her face, sake running from the side of her mouth.
“No, just passing." He quickly turned, ready to resume his journey but thoroughly embarrassed; an odd feeling for one such as himself.
“No stay, stay, I’m sorry; where are my manners?" This enchanting vixen giggled while beckoning him to stay, “I didn’t mean to scare you, are you scared?" She tried to be sincere, but could stop herself from grinning; this was all so amusing. Not to Kurogi.
“I should go, really, enjoy your drink." His nerves twitched at the aggravation of the delay.
Leaning over the bedding, her large melons heaved as she attempted to keep her balance. “Really, I’m sorry, please come in; I’ve been alone all day," she pouted, crawling over large silk pillows. She was drunk, very drunk, and as much as the black ogre didn’t want to admit it his body was interested in obeying her wished; Kurogi could feel his impossibly large cock swelling under the towel.