“I really think it’s time to leave, we have to return home.” You look to the petite oni girl, your servant by oath, with a raised eyebrow as she lounges about on a beach chair; a smug grin of defiance spreads across her face.

“I ardently refuse, I still haven’t played enough! Try to force me to leave if you’d like, though I doubt you’re even capable.”

Muscular arms crossed, you loom over the petulant oni girl like a towering monolith, “Hmm, I guess I’ll just use on of my command seals and settle this; how about we play the 'mating game'?"

That piqued her interest. "The mate...wha--" A blonde brow furrows in confusion. Ibaraki leans forward and shoots you a quizzical glare as you go on to explain the nature of the 'mating game', which is a rather thinly veiled excuse to fuck her little brains out. "It's simple, whoever is begging to be the other's sexual servant by the end of the game is the loser, and will be used by the winner accordingly." It's nearly impossible to resist grinning from ear to ear as you describe the nature of the arrangement.

"And I have to play such a foolish game with a lowly human, why?" Ibaraki gets up, resting her tiny hands at her non-existent, bare hips.

"Simple." *snap* You use one of the command seals tattooed onto the backside of your left hand; it dissipates into shimmering red dust.

Pouting, but left without options, the loli oni crosses her arms while giving you a look that could melt steel. "So, shall we begin? Surely I will demonstrate how a feeble human could never tame an oni's womb; you'll be my little sperm bag by the end of this." She flips one of her hefty ponytails; golden curls highlighted by pink undertones. Ibaraki has blood-red horns that extend from her brow, resting above her two golden orbs.

Ibaraki speaks a big game for such a small girl, barely half your height and with a criminally svelte build; can your cock even fit in such a tight cunt? Only one way to find out.