Nogitsune (4 page)

In the midst of dancing, Illicit jumped in the air and twirled around the pole. Her limber legs were to die for and she could see from the possessed eyes of her audience that they wanted to jump her bones. But even with the hardened Japanese yakuza, the certain shyness still displayed itself whenever it came to beautiful women.

Daiki Fukai was no exception.

As she twirled around the pole, the song was close to her end and the men cheered and gave Illicit their money. Ignoring the yen that had been thrown at her, she strolled in front of Daiki and brought out her hand, leading him back into the V.I.P with his champagne glass.

Reentering through the dark curtains and to the same area Daiki was before with the other timid dancer, Illicit pushed Daiki down on a black sofa and spread her legs out and onto Daiki’s waist, never breaking eye contact with him. Daiki licked his lips and began rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, trying to make sure his erection didn’t end.

“Let me see you dance/ I love to watch you dance/ take you down another level/ and get you dancing with the devil…”

As the music blared from the speakers, Illicit danced seductively enticing Daiki into the depths of temptation.

Suddenly, the music changed to Tyga’s “Rack City” and Illicit began to move her body to the tempo of the music. Daiki clapped his hands and went along with it since he was a big fan of American rap and hip-hop.

While Illicit was crawling towards Daiki, her eyes began to glow red and suddenly the lights dimmed and began flashing erratically. Each time the lights flashed, Illicit shape-shifted into one of the victims Daiki murdered.

Frightened, Daiki shook his head and rubbed his eyes. When Daiki looked again, Illicit’s back was towards him.

Daiki proceeded to stand, but before he could get off of the couch, Illicit pushed him back down and gently put the sole of her shoes to his chest. Daiki looked up at Illicit as she towered over him with her leg on his chest and began kissing from her Louboutin’s up to her inner thigh.

“No,” said Illicit as she pushed Daiki back down to the couch once more. “I’m in control.”

Daiki grinned darkly and let Illicit do as she pleased.

Illicit pressed her heel into Daiki’s chest and watched his reaction. “You seem to me the type of man that loves pain mingled with his pleasure.”

Daiki squished his face. Illicit slowly glided her stiletto down from Daiki’s chest to his crouch. Illicit dropped to her knees and caressed his thighs until her hands made their way to Daiki’s zipper. 

Daiki opened his mouth and grunted in pleasure as Illicit wrapped her hand around his penis and pulled, seeming to giggle as he groaned and dropped his head back against the couch.

Daiki’s eyes rolled back into his head as Illicit put a piece of ice in her mouth from his champagne glass, lowered her head and licked his balls, swirling her hot wet tongue up his shaft and then to the head of his cock. She slid her mouth down over him, taking his infertile length and thickness deep into her throat. She let out a small breathy sigh as she swallowed. Daiki jerked his whole body off the couch as his heart pounded up against his chest. He wanted to grabbed Illicit’s head, but for some reason he was unable to move.

Illicit gradually started to bob her head up and down, sucking hard on his prick, jerking it with her hand, pumping him hard. With her free hand, she reached down into her tiny thong, sliding those long fingers over her clit. She moaned around his dick, bobbing her head faster as she ground against her own hand.

Just when Daiki could no longer take it, Illicit jerked her head away, her hand squeezing down on the base of his cock to stop him from cumming. She thrashed between his legs, her head whipping back as she gave a long, primal moan of ecstasy, coming hard before Daiki.

Daiki’s eyes flared as rage bubbled up inside of him over the fact that Illicit had stopped.  Illicit licked her lips and grinned mischievously as she stood, slipping away her thong   and laid on his waist again. With a semi frown on his face, Daiki stared back up into Illicit’s beautiful face in disbelief of the pleasure he was feeling.

“Is this what you want?” said Illicit in another voice and face, the face of Mia Cheung Lee.

Remembering Mia’s screams, Daiki looked up at Illicit, startled with a slight bleeding from his nose.

Illicit looked Daiki directly in the eyes and snickered. “Don’t tell me you’re scared to fuck me?”

Illicit laughed and shape-shifted into Mia, then back into herself before Daiki could blink.

Illicit leaned over Daiki and caressed the side of his face. “Poor Daiki, you don’t have a clue what’s going on, do you?”

This time, what started as a trickle of blood turned to slight gusher. He rubbed his fingers under his nostrils and spotted the blood.

“What the fu—”

“Shhhhhhhhh!” Illicit interrupted Daiki by putting her finger over his mouth. “Listen! Do you hear that?”

Even over the beat of the music, Daiki could hear his heart beating out of his chest.

Illicit smiled. “I can see your heart pounding out of your chest through your shirt.”

As blood drained from his ear, Daiki slowly began to fade in and out of consciousness.

Illicit held up her index finger as a six-inch black claw extended from her fingertip and slashed Daiki’s eyelid.

“Ahhhhh!”

Illicit took the tip of her tongue and licked the trace of blood that ran down Daiki’s mouth. She French-kissed Daiki and stroked his face. “Not yet! Not until I’m done having my fun with you.”

“What have you done to me?” Daiki bellowed.

Illicit chuckled and shape-shifted into another one of Daiki’s victims and back to herself. “Killing you softly!”

Daiki’s eyes widened. “What?”

Illicit put her ear to Daiki’s heart. “Your heart’s beating extremely fast! So fast that it’s producing an excess amount of blood. But I can’t take credit for this. You were the one that snorted the cocaine. All I’m doing is speeding up the process.”

Daiki struggled to get up, but Illicit pushed him back down, crouched over him and took his wet cock in her hand and carefully slid him inside of her. Illicit’s eyes began to glow blood red as Daiki grunted and moaned at the sensation of his dick salivating in her hot juices. Illicit lowered herself all the way down to the hilt and groaned, carefully lifting and lowering herself on top of Daiki.

Daiki couldn’t do anything. He just laid there against the couch, trying not to enjoy feeling the hard nipples of her breasts rubbing themselves against his face.

Suddenly, Illicit grabbed his throat and rode him like a wild bull. Her body thrashed and pounded against his hardness with Illicit’s sweat as the only lubricant keeping their bodies from being bruised.

Daiki tried to break free from her grip, but it was no use. Illicit was too powerful and thanks to his overworked heart, Daiki had no strength to capitalize an escape.

“Why are you struggling, Daiki? Haven’t you ever heard if you cut off your air supply you can get a massive climax?” said Illicit as she laughed malevolently.

Daiki put his hand around his throat and gasped for air.

As Illicit rode Daiki, she looked him directly in the eyes shape-shifting into each one of his victims simultaneously.

“How does it feel to be on the receiving end of death?”

Illicit frowned up her face and in ecstasy she ripped out Daiki’s throat. Her body trembled, and then vibrated violently. It wasn’t the sex that made Illicit climaxed, but the pleasure of knowing that she had caused extreme pain and agony to another evil human being.

Daiki gasped and died with his mouth open.

Illicit went to her knees, ripped off Daiki’s penis and stuffed it in his mouth.

The gangster that made a reputation of raping young girls was given a literal taste of his own medicine.

As Illicit stood a black shadow, the shape of a fox with nine tails shrouded her until the entire room was covered in darkness.

****

Japanese police surrounded the
Night Nurses
club, disturbing Kabukichō patrons. One of the men, elder Tokyo Police Chief Sanko Byobugaura, who led both Tokyo and Yokohama police precincts, went to the scene of the crime to find Daiki Fukai dead, with his penis sticking from his mouth and his throat ripped out.. The cops tried to find evidence of any kind to help them answer what happened to Daiki, one of the crime family’s most prolific assassins, but couldn’t.

There had always been a veil of secrecy surrounding Daiki Fukai. There was none more curious than Sanko Byobugaura as he crept close to the body, glancing at the blank eyes of the lifeless assassin. It was hard not to be curious about Daiki because he led the charge of the Inato crime family against their enemies in the south. His exploits in Fukuoka brought him and the Inato to infamy. What was supposed to be a truce ended with the massacres of both Fukuoka’s Kamo and Yukie crime families.

As Sanko looked at Daiki’s cold dead body, he broke out into a sweat knowing the wrath of the Inato family would fall upon him if he didn’t get the killer.

“Get me the fucking footage of what went on here!” Sanko ordered. He made a call on his DoCoMo cellphone. “I need you at the
Night Nurses
immediately. We have a murder.”

“What? Who?”

“Just get here!”

****

David was five minutes away from his home when he got the call from Sanko. When he heard what was going on, he hit the sirens and headed for the
Night Nurses
club.

Thirty minutes later, David walked in and went straight to Sanko whose eyes were still on Daiki’s dead body.

“What happened?” David asked.

“Something insidious,” Hayashi Ohba, David’s elder partner, replied shaking his head.

“You could have fooled me,” said David as he stood over Daiki’s dead body. “Looks like the sick bastard got what he deserved.”

“What did you say?” responded Sanko.

“Nothing! I’m just wondering who could have done this.”

“Me and you both, Hamada,” said Hayashi as he observed the strange marks and ligatures on Daiki’s body. It had been marks he had seen before at a different time and place. 

“It doesn’t matter who did it,” said Sanko as he walked back into the V.I.P. “A war unlike anything you’ve ever seen before is about to break out. The Inato is going to want retribution for this and you can best believe blood’s going to be spilled.”

When Sanko turned around, Kento Karahawa was standing before him. Kento didn’t say a word, as he walked passed David and Hayashi.

“Who did this?” asked Kento.

“We don’t know,” said Chief Sanko. “We need to take a look at the security cameras to find out for sure. I trust, Mr. Karahawa, you’re going to let us do our job on this and not take this into your own hands?”

“Can I have a moment?” Kento asked.

Sanko lifted up his hands and ordered for David, Hayashi and the forensics team to clear the room.

The moment they left, Kento walked towards Daiki and fell down on his knees and began wailing.

“I promise you, brother. I’ll make them pay for this. I swear on my life.”

He took out a knife and slit his hand. Then, he cut Daiki’s cold dead hand and gripped it tightly.

Kento had been more than Daiki’s underboss. Due to their closeness in age, they were practically brothers. Kento couldn’t count the number of times the younger, brasher Daiki had saved his life. Seeing Daiki like this hurt Kento in ways no one could have ever imagined.