Cassian and Helen landed at Narita International Airport after nearly twelve hours of flight. The humid Tokyo air greeted them as they exited the terminal, mixed with the clamor of Japanese announcements and the roar of taxis. Helen stretched her arms, her blonde hair disheveled from the trip, while Cassian slung his backpack over his shoulder, the papal crucifix tucked under his shirt.
"I'm heading to the hotel to review the reports again," Helen said, adjusting her suitcase. "We need to find Sato early tomorrow. Are you coming?"
Cassian shook his head, gazing at the city sprawling beyond the airport lights.
"I need to clear my head. The flight was long. I'll see you at the hotel later."
Helen nodded, climbing into a taxi with a quick wave goodbye.
"Don't get lost, Cassian. Tokyo's a maze."
He raised a hand in response, watching her taxi vanish into the traffic. Instead of following her, he walked to a nearby train station, buying a ticket with yen he'd exchanged on the plane. He had no fixed destination, just a desire to feel the city's pulse before facing the Kuchisake-onna. The train took him to Shibuya, where the streets buzzed with neon lights, street vendors, and crowds crossing in every direction.
After an hour of wandering through the chaos, Cassian stepped into a small izakaya on a side street, seeking some calm. The place smelled of soy sauce and warm sake, with low wooden tables and stools occupied by noisy office workers. He ordered an Asahi beer and sat in a corner, observing the people while the bottle sweated in his hand. That's when a woman entered, hesitating at the door before taking the stool next to him, despite other empty seats.
She was petite, about 35, with straight black hair tied into a practical bun, dressed in a gray blouse and a long skirt that screamed routine. Her dark eyes had faint circles beneath them, and her hands fidgeted with a simple purse. She ordered green tea from the waiter, her voice low but clear.
"You don't look like you're from here," she said in English, turning her head toward Cassian after a sip of tea.
He glanced at her, setting his beer on the table.
"I'm not. I arrived today from the United States. Do you speak English often?"
She smiled, a small but warm gesture.
"Sometimes. I work in an office, doing translations for an export company. My name's Yumi. And you?"
"Cassian," he replied, leaning slightly toward her. "I'm here for work too, but tonight I just want to relax."
Yumi nodded, staring at her tea for a moment before speaking.
"I get that. Tokyo can be exhausting. I live nearby, in a quiet neighborhood, but I always end up coming here after work. My husband gets home late, and the house feels empty."
Cassian took another sip of beer, noticing how her fingers tightened around her purse.
"You don't like being alone?"
"It's not that," she said, lowering her gaze. "It's just… I don't know. We've been married ten years, and he's more married to his job than to me. I'm devout, I go to the temple every Sunday, but sometimes I wonder if that's enough."
He set the bottle down, turning more toward her.
"Enough for what?"
Yumi hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"To feel something. I don't want to complain—he's good, he gives me stability. But he doesn't touch me, not like he used to. I feel like a piece of furniture in my own home."
Cassian listened in silence, letting the izakaya's noise fill the space between them. He ordered another beer and a sake for her, which she accepted after a moment's hesitation. They talked for an hour, first about trivial things—the Tokyo weather, the food there—then about their lives. Yumi confessed she'd dreamed of traveling but stayed home for her husband; Cassian mentioned his work without delving into paranormal details, just saying he traveled for tough cases.
The sake loosened Yumi's tongue, and her laughter grew more frequent, her eyes sparkling under the dim lights. As the izakaya began to empty, she looked at him directly.
"I live a few streets away. Want to come? I can make you real tea, not this cheap stuff."
Cassian nodded, paying their tab before following her. Yumi's apartment was small and tidy, with tatami mats on the floor and a Shinto altar in one corner, its incense unlit. She brewed tea in an old pot, serving it in ceramic cups as they sat on cushions at a low table.
"I never bring anyone here," she admitted, holding her cup. "My husband's in Osaka for work until tomorrow. I don't know why I invited you."
"Because you wanted company," Cassian replied, sipping his tea slowly. "And so did I."
She looked at him, her fingers trembling on the cup before setting it aside. She scooted closer, hesitant, until her knees brushed his.
"I shouldn't do this. I'm devout, I believe in my vows, but… I want you."
Cassian set his cup down, leaning in until their faces were inches apart.
"Then let me give you what you need."
Yumi closed her eyes, and he kissed her—softly at first, then with urgency—his hands sliding down her back to grip her waist. She moaned against his mouth, tugging at his shirt to pull it off, the buttons popping open with quick snaps. Cassian lifted her from the tatami, carrying her to the futon in the corner, her skirt riding up her thighs as he laid her on the white sheet.
"Touch me," she whispered, unbuttoning her blouse with shaky fingers to reveal a plain white bra, her small but firm breasts peeking beneath the fabric.
He pulled the bra down, exposing her dark nipples, hardened by the cool air. He pinched them with his fingers, twisting slowly as she gasped, arching her back against the futon. Cassian slid a hand under her skirt, finding her cotton panties soaked, the heat of her pussy pulsing against his palm. He pushed them aside, brushing her clit with his thumb before slipping two fingers inside, parting her wet lips and circling deep. Yumi cried out, her hips bucking off the futon, her arousal dripping down his hand.
"More, please," she begged, clumsily shedding her skirt and panties, leaving her shaved pussy glistening in the dim light.
Cassian knelt between her legs, leaning down to lick her, his tongue tracing her folds, tasting the salty-sweet tang of her wetness. He sucked her clit hard, plunging his tongue into her hole as she writhed, her hands clutching the sheets and tearing the fabric with her nails. Yumi moaned loudly, her body shaking, and he added a third finger, fucking her with them while he licked, the wet sound of her pussy filling the room.
"I want your cock," she gasped, sitting up to yank at his belt, unbuckling it with eager hands.
Cassian shed his pants and boxers, his cock springing free—long and thick, veins bulging under the skin, the tip leaking precum that stained the futon. Yumi stared, biting her lip, then got on her knees before him, licking from base to tip, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him fully into her mouth. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed him deep, saliva dripping down her chin. Cassian groaned, grabbing her bun to thrust deeper, fucking her throat until she gagged, her eyes watering but gleaming with desire.
"Fuck me now," she said, pulling back and lying on her back, spreading her legs until her knees hit the futon, her pussy exposed and throbbing.
Cassian positioned himself over her, rubbing his cock against her lips, spreading her wetness before sliding in with a slow thrust, stretching her tight pussy until he filled her completely. Yumi screamed, her nails digging into his back, leaving red marks as he began to move, pulling out almost fully before slamming back in, his balls slapping her ass with each thrust. The futon creaked under their weight, the sheets slipping to the floor.
"Harder, fuck, harder," she pleaded, lifting her hips to meet him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her nipples grazing his chest.
He sped up, gripping her thighs to spread her wider, his cock pounding in and out at a brutal pace, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her neck. Yumi screamed louder, her pussy clenching him in spasms, and Cassian felt his own heat rising. He flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her ass, and entered her from behind, fucking her hard as she buried her face in the pillow, biting it to muffle her moans. He spanked her, leaving a red mark on her pale skin, and slipped a finger into her ass, stretching it as he kept thrusting.
"I'm gonna come," Yumi gasped, her body convulsing, her orgasm soaking his cock and running down her thighs.
He grunted, thrusting one last time before coming inside her, his hot cum filling her pussy, spilling out and dripping onto the futon as he collapsed onto her back. They stayed like that, sweaty and panting, his cock still inside her as Yumi trembled beneath him.
"Don't stop," she whispered, turning to look at him, her eyes pleading.
Cassian pulled out slowly, still hard, and put her on all fours again, sliding back in as he grabbed her breasts from behind, squeezing them hard. He fucked her relentlessly, their bodies slapping together, echoing through the apartment, their moans blending with the futon's creaks. He slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit as he pounded her, and Yumi screamed, her pussy gushing again, the liquid splashing the sheets. Cassian groaned, pulling out to come on her back, thick white streaks coating her skin before sliding back in, fucking her slower as she shook, her legs giving out beneath him.
Exhausted, they collapsed together on the futon, naked and tangled, the air thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Yumi took a deep breath, resting her head on his chest for a moment before getting up, grabbing a pen and paper from a nearby drawer. She scribbled something quickly and handed it to him, her voice soft but firm.
"This is my number. I want to see you tomorrow, if you can. Please."
Cassian took the paper, glancing at the digits written in shaky handwriting, and tucked it into his pants pocket as he dressed. He also gave her his number.
"Okay, Yumi. I'll call you tomorrow."
She smiled, covering herself with the sheet as he buttoned his shirt.
"Thank you, Cassian. This… I don't know what it is, but I needed it."
He nodded, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
"Rest. We'll talk tomorrow."
He stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him, and walked back to the hotel under Tokyo's lights, Yumi's number in his pocket, the encounter still fresh on his skin.