jigokulogs | May 2022 Mini Event

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As the Haniwa continue to pop up in the city and the turf war rages on, life goes on in the city.

1. SHUTEN CLAN

Remember the Isonade? Yeah, those guys. The surly shark-dudes who were no doubt involved in some black market smuggling along the banks of the Sanzu. They were too tough to fight off in order to figure out what they were up to, last time.

Well, Toraguma has caught wind of them now. Despite the ongoing turf war, he’s not about to lose out on an opportunity here! He wants his Shuten Clan operatives to scour the river looking for these guys. They will be a lot harder to find without the rabbits’ help, though. If you find them, you are to “inform them” that the Shuten Clan will be taking over their operation. If they have problems with that, well… you know what to do.

Don’t forget that they’re quite strong and that they aren’t too keen on giving up the information on their supply line without a fight. You’ll need to use teamwork to get what you need out of them.

Should you manage your way to their warehouse, you’ll find a fresh shipment of their products: specialized herbs, mineral-rich clay, and rarefied ore. None of these products can be found in the city naturally. The Isonade won’t dare name their primary buyer but they will let slip that all of this is being smuggled into the city from the outer Wastelands.

The Shuten Clan will demand their cut out of this operation, but you may get the impression that this is only one small piece of a much larger shadow creeping over the city…

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2. SUTOKU ALLIANCE

The death and subsequent “rebirth” of the Daitengu has caused a considerable amount of chaos. Many of the subsidiary tribes have struggled under the weight of uncertainty during this debacle. The Daitengu has decided that an apology tour is owed. It’s good for the sake of the Alliance, after all.

Oh, but they’re not going to be doing it themselves. You, the Sutoku Lost Souls, will be fully responsible for it. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Sutoku Souls are tasked with going to various businesses and tribe centers with an offering of gifts and deference to any and every group within the Alliance who will agree to meet with you. The gifts have been provided by the Daitengu, and are mainly snacks and coupons. Which will not be enough to please everyone. Some clans will demand more and some, in their rage, will try to take their anger out on you. You are an (lowly) ambassador right now, better to turn the other cheek.

This all boils down to be less of an apology tour and more of a bribe tour. What the Daitengu has provided won’t cover everything and you’re going to have to go out of pocket to truly placate the other clans. If you don’t have enough cash on hand, you may be asked to do various unpaid tasks and labors: washing dishes, scrubbing floors, cleaning windows, taking out the trash, serving kids’ birthday parties; any amount of the lowest work you can imagine.

It’s rough! But somebody’s gotta do it

3. DEPARTMENT OF THE ENMA

The chaos of the Night Parade has caused a resurgence of unaffiliated gangs popping up around Jigokucho. They can usually be found identifying themselves through the use of basic colors and mascots. They are made up almost entirely of violent youths with uncertain futures, who are lashing out at an uncaring world. The antics of the Daitengu, the accusations against the Enma, and the squabbling between Shuten and Tamamo is not inspiring their confidence nor loyalty.

In addition to this problem, the retrieval of the Haniwa is going poorly. Most residents are too uncomfortable to even touch the statues and their appearances don’t seem to be slowing down. There are too many for the Department to collect.

With an abundance of cursed objects in town, the petty gangs have decided this is an ample resource for them. They are using the Haniwa to harass the general public and against one another. They have weaponized the excess Haniwa and are using them as “curse bombs”, hurling them at both each other and the residents they want to intimidate. It’s getting nasty.

It’s the Department’s job to keep the Haniwa figures from falling into the wrong hands and to keep some semblance of order. The official orders from the Office of the Enma are directing all hands to converge against the youth gangs. Use any force necessary and retrieve those figurines.

4. TAMAMO CLAN

How inconvenient! In addition to the complications of the turf war, an extremely important time of the year has arrived for the Tamamo Clan.

It is time for the yearly visit of one of the clan’s greatest benefactors: the Tennin. These Celestial Immortals descend from the Heavenly Realms to spend time (and incredible amounts of money) in Hell’s Playground, Jigokucho. Hell simply offers the sort of delights you just can’t get in Heaven. Due to Tenkohime’s connections with them, the Celestials have had her host them for several years in a row now. She emphasizes how incredibly important it is to keep them happy.

The Celestials want entertainment and delights of every variety. It’s up to the Tamamo Clan’s Lost Souls to entertain them. Your entertainments can take many forms: keeping the Celestials company, putting on a performance, showing off your cooking and skills, tea ceremonies, and other exhibitions. Should you choose the carnal and kinky route for entertainments, know that you won’t be laying down with any Celestials themselves. Oh, no no no, they’re Heavenly, after all! This is still performance, so you may need a partner to help you out.

Keep in mind that the legends are true! The Celestials are deeply deeply fond of peaches. Both literal and metaphorical. 🍑

The Celestials love to chat and gossip, so keeping them entertained is also an excellent way to hear some interesting information. Tamamo artisans will likely learn that many Celestials openly trade with Tenkohime. In fact, the aphrodisiac goods that the Tamamos so famously deal in come, in large part, from the Celestials. Tamamo isn’t the only clan they do business with either. They also have connections within the Sutoku Alliance and are the land owners of several Alliance properties. They are considered one of the primary sources of capital in the real estate market.

Why would the Celestials want properties in a world they literally can’t live in? Doesn’t that just reek of capitalism.

5. TURF WAR (ALL FACTIONS)

The turf war between the Shuten and Tamamo clans is at a simmer right now. Which doesn’t mean that it’s over – not even close. Minor magical traps, similar to those found in the sewer, have been found in Shuten territory. Frustrated Shuten enforcers have been taking out their anger on anyone that so much as looks at them funny. Bars in both districts are regularly getting smashed up. Knife fights are breaking out in the streets. Cars known to belong to members of both clans turn up with slashed tires. There’s even rumors of hits being taken out on higher ranking members.

Watch your step if you’re out and about in either territory. Faction affiliation doesn’t matter when tensions are running high. What’s more, rumors are flying all over about which of the two warring clans is going to be the one to escalate the violence further.

Will tensions boil over at any moment? At what point does the Department of the Enma have to step in? Why haven’t they already?

It’s all getting too much to handle…

6. CURSED OBJECTS (ALL FACTIONS)

The presence of the Haniwa is having increasingly frightening effects. There are whispers about blood coming out of the walls and the floors in apartments, about black ooze pouring from faucets and coming up from storm drains. There are even whispers of terrible household hauntings.

These aren’t just rumors though. Bars are having to close early due to the presence of wailing ghosts inhabiting the toilet or blood pouring from the taps. People run screaming out of alleyways pursued by ghostly hands.

These curses and hauntings seem to be fairly localized; kept to one building or one block at a time. Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be much rhyme or reason as to when these accursed sightings will take effect.

Be careful out there! Who knows what could happen with so much terrible energy running rampant.

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For Musashi, she got her fair share of "special" attention from the Celestials they were hosting, as well. Once again, her name preceded her, further inspiring the curiosity of the heavenly immortals. Add to the fact she was a woman, and their interest fluttered about like a storm of butterfly wings. So she wasn't surprised when she was passed that request... But she did balk a bit when she was told who'd she'd be "performing" with.

She'd expected Billy, or any of the other girls she had a rapport with. But instead it was the newbie, the one who claimed to be a Celestial herself, Tenshi. So it was that sort of thing, wasn't it? Well... if nothing else, it was better Musashi than anyone else, who wouldn't tolerate Tenshi's fussiness.

Musashi stepped in, dressed traditionally. She'd forgone her more casual clothes, or even her suit, instead for one of the lovely furisode the working girls usually sore, though with more "masculine" patterns in its print. She was told, explicitly, to wear her swords as well.

Her first act was to give a bow to the veiled guests, deep in her posture as a sign of acknowledgement and respect. Then, she turned to Tenshi and just... smiled. Eased, relaxed.

"Are you ready?"

Tenshi blinked once when she saw Musashi step in, taking in the look of the woman right before she duplicated the bow as she heard motion from behind the veil. It was the last that she was likely to be tasked to even acknowledge that the Celestials were there, but there were still forms. However, as she rose, she couldn't help but look back at Musashi.

A swallow and she stifled the 'you aren't what I expected when they told me it was you.' She was a whole hell of a lot prettier than Tenshi had expected, a little bit intimidatingly so. Part of her was a teensy bit jealous right then, and the other was blushing. But the ego got in soon after, that part of her that was already probably starting to turn off people who had to work with the woman. She puffed herself up as best she could, as much out of habit as the expectation that she was the Celestial here, right? Either way, it was all surface deep and painfully obvious as she took a step in closer.

"Yes, I believe I am ready." And in that moment there was a voice in the back of her mind that screamed 'The hell are we going to do?' It wasn't like she was a complete neophyte but she was intimately aware that she was being watched. Swallowing, she walked up and leaned in to Musashi's ear to whisper very faintly. 'Quick, do something to help me forget they're watching, would you please? It'll make this easier.' God, but she hoped Musashi at least knew what the hell she was doing right now.

Musashi knew well what role she was hear to play. If Tenshi was the vessel through which they, themselves, experienced things, that meant Musashi was the enactor, the instigator, the catalyst.

And with that request, well, only one real thing came to mind...

She reached for Tenshi, one arm wrapping about her waist to pull her in, another gently cupping her cheek, brushing across her jaw and catching the edge of her scalp with her fingertips. It was all the warning Tenshi would get before Musashi closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to Tenshi's own, tender, but at least a little demanding, commanding even, calling for the girl's attention on her and her alone.

Blink. There were lips pressed against hers! She froze for a second, and there was the slightest pressure of her palms pressing back. It only lasted for a brief moment, more because of the shock of what happened. But then, the fingers and palms relaxed. Her head tilted naturally and, without really thinking about it, she found her mouth parting to admit either a deepening of the kiss or Musashi's tongue.

Her arm snaked around her superior's waist and she hooked a leg around hers as she started to get into the kiss. Behind the veil, there was a small shift of weight and the guests relaxed to appreciate the show in divine silence. Tenshi, meanwhile, had successfully been made to forget all about them. She was thinking of things to say right about then, but her lips were a little busy right now, and as her hand rested at the small of Musashi's back, she started forgetting what it was she was going to say. Nope, she was good letting this one take the helm a little and picking up as she went along.

Worked like a charm, every time. Musashi had some confidence in her ability with these sort of things; so long as she didn't trip over her own feelings first. She wasn't quite "in love" with Tenshi the way she was with some of the lovers she had in the city, but she could definitely still appreciate what she had before her.

She slowly broke from the kiss, leaving a nibble of Tenshi's lower lip, before lifting both hands to frame the girl's face and give her a heated grin, half-lidded eyes.

"I wanna see the rest of you... undress for me, please?"

It probably didn't hurt that neither of them was quite besotted. They barely knew each other, so she could keep mostly level headed about what was going on. When the kiss broke, Tenshi's lips tingled a little and she had to blink once or twice before she realized what it was that was asked of her. Another swallow and she nodded, taking a step back.

She almost, almost, did this in the most decidedly unsexy fashion imaginable. For just a moment she was reaching to yank her top off, but then she remembered that they were putting on a show, or maybe she just realized that maybe Musashi wanted a bit of a show herself. Whatever it meant, she took her time drawing her top up and revealing her bare stomach first, the white-lace lingerie over her breasts showing at the edge of the fabric. Shimmying and swaying, she managed a smile over at Musashi, looking just a bit roguish before she pulled it the rest of her way off and setting her hat on top of her top.

"Perhaps you'd like to help me with this?" she breathed out, one finger gesturing to her back. Sure, she could unsnap her bra, but why not let the other help?

Tenshi was very much an attractive girl. She had a touch of that maiden-ly quality that tickled at Musashi's heart. Her little performance just further enhanced that fact. She was just as much Tenshi's audience as the Celestials were, though she'd largely put them out of her mind.

Stepping forward as directed, Musashi circled herself about Tenshi's back, smoothing her hands down over her shoulders. She leaned herself in to draw lines of her lips and tongue over the girl's collar, humming as she did so. One hand did as asked, pinching and then unclipping the hook-and-eye closure of Tenshi's bra, but the other kept going down, splaying her fingers out over the warmth of Tenshi's belly before finding the side closure of her skirt, unfastening there as well.

As the fabric of her skirt slipped to the ground, Tenshi kicked it aside, shivering just a tiny bit at the sudden air that was on her body. But, this close to Musashi, that shiver wasn't going to be long lasting. Goosebumps stood out from the contact of the hand to her belly and her breathing was mounting and picking up pace gradually as she started to get into what was happening.

Licking her lips, she moved in to try and steal another kiss from the other, her fingers hesitantly reaching for the edges of Musashi's obi. She didn't tug it off quite yet. The fabric held those swords aloft after all. Instead, she just took the time to make it clear to the other woman as she kissed her that if she wanted, she would gleefully disrobe her. She was starting to show the kind of eagerness that matched that maidenly quality as they realized something was actually happening and they wanted it.

Musashi could at least sense where Tenshi wanted her hands to go. She clutched both swords in her palm, lifting them up and free from the obi, kneeling briefly to make sure they were gently set on the floor before she was back up and helping slip Tenshi's bra the rest of the way off.

Staying behind her, she let Tenshi work blind as her own hands moved over the girl's chest, clutching possessively at first before finding her nipples between her knuckles, pinching and rolling over them with her fingers, letting them rise in excitement as she continued to kiss along the edge of her neck.

Oh that was a new little experience. She was being fondled and pleased from behind while her hands worked to thread the obi off from around Musashi's waist. It practically put on display her body as her back arched forward, pressing her breasts into the touch of those hands while the pinching occurred. Her head leaned back further, exposing her neck to the kisses as her head tilted slightly to the right and she panted softly, eagerly.

When she felt the fabric loosen finally and slid it free of the sword master's waist, her hands went to slip their way into the rest of her garments, easing their way into the folds, to feel with gentle, exploratory touches what was right behind her. "Ah... you're good at this," she murmured a little foolishly, grinning and swallowing harder.

"Don't you think you deserve someone good at this?" Musashi chuckled, low, letting her laugh play a hit breath over the now saliva slicked skin.

With the obi loose, the whole front of the kimono fell away without much trying, revealing Musashi entirely bare beneath. Tenshi would feel it, the fullness and warmth of Musashi's chest press against her back, feel the weight of Musashi settle against her as she continued to play with Tenshi's nipples, to conform against her back as much as she could.

"Mmmm, a celestial maiden does deserve the finest in life, yes." How that little bit of ego played into the whole image that the two of them were setting oh so perfectly. She leaned back into the presence that was behind her while her hands explored from the waist down.

Her back arched some, and she shivered, feeling the fingers against her skin, the way that the breasts pressed up against her. One of her hands ran along Musashi's rear, squeezing once before it dragged over the back of her thigh, nudging it up, to feel it run against her at the side. "Y...you're making me so impatient for more. Don't stop." The plaintive element to her tone was obvious as she cooed that out. She was definitely enjoying the treatment.

"As you wish...," Musashi purred, nudging her way beneath Tenshi's jaw to taste there, as well. One hand left the girl's breast to shift down, fingers fanning over her belly once more, spreading and digging into the warm skin, down and down further still.

She just reached the hem of her panties, before she asked, soft and hot against Tenshi's ear.

"How do you like the hands of a swordsman?"

Her breath hitched more and she squirmed under the touch in a way that felt very much like she was shivering in delight. Her nipples, by now, were stiffening to the touch of Musashi and her body was beginning to feel like it was on fire. Lips quivered and she tried to get something out, but for a moment words were failing her as she panted out a low, faint moan.

"Th...They're... where did you learn to do this?" she was whispering, eyes rolling back. She pressed into the touch, the hand running over Musashi's leg trying to mimic those firm touches against the skin there while she swallowed. "Y...You're going to drive me crazy at this rate." That was definitely not her asking to stop.

"Because I fall in love so easily... You gotta learn to express it, you know?"

What a strange thing to say, but she didn't leave Tenshi with any time to process what exactly it was the swordsman was saying before her fingers finally slipped beneath the fabric of her panties. With as wound up as Tenshi was, she had little trouble slicking up her fingers with the wetness found there, rubbing along her folds until she caught the swollen pink clit, giving her a playful little pinch.

Did she say love? Tenshi's cheeks seriously heated up in that moment and she looked about to say something. That was, at least until she felt fingers slipping underneath the fabric and touching far too sensitive, needy folds. The brush and pinch over the tiny bundle of nerves sent an almost electric pulse through the whole of her body. Her back jerked and her lips parted, letting out a cry that was anything but demure, anything but proper and anything but soft.

Her fingers dug in a little and her eyes fluttered. "W...want to hear you make these sounds too, but me first!" Hey, at least she wasn't selfish in bed.

"Not worried about my sounds... just gonna focus on yours, okay?"

And she did mean that. She'd play along, later, if Tenshi had the energy for it, but it wasn't her goal. What's more, it wasn't what their clients had paid to see. This was about Tenshi, about her being attended to, almost worshiped. She was the vessel through which the Celestials could feel that which they were too pure to experience, otherwise.

She kept up her 'attack', rubbing slowly at first, but soon speeding up the way she manipulated Tenshi's clit, feeling it swell beneath her fingers, the heat and wetness grow even more.

"F...u...," she'd about said something very uncelestial-like as the fingers continued their work. they were damned effective at making her forget what she'd just said, her head swiveling back and her breathing getting more and more animated by the second. Her body pressed into the touch and eyes rolled back. "M...Musashi, I... w...w..."

She was having trouble enunciating the words. Her legs spread out and she started to lift her hips, panting harder while she attempted to control her urges. A swallow and she reached down a hand to rest on the back of the woman's wrist, stalling for just a second. "Tongue... I want your tongue."

"Alright...," Musashi spoke in tender words, her giggle light, placing a kiss against the edge of Tenshi's jaw as she slowly pulled her hand right back, letting the touch linger for just a moment longer before she then gestured to the silk pillows to the side of them.

"Make yourself comfortable..."

She had a moment to catch her breath at this point, but only that. Moving to the silk pillows, she settled on them, leaning back and looking at Musashi with a hungry look. One hand moved to touch herself for a moment until the other could join her while she was taking on an incredibly flushed expression at this point. One leg propped itself up on the cushions to give enough space and she watched the sword master's every move, expectant while she bit her lips.

Musashi took in the sight of her for a moment, sucking in a breath and letting warmth spread fully through her cheeks. She reached up to remove the comb holding her hair in place, cherry blossom pink hair cascading over her shoulders as she started to slowly settle to her knees and crawl her way in closing that distance.

She didn't immediately help herself, of course. She trailed warm, wet kisses along the inside of Tenshi's thigh at first. She let her tongue drag over the flesh, getting a thorough taste of her, even letting her teeth sink just a hair before finally...

She drew her tongue over those folds, taking in the fullness of Tenshi's aroma, her flavor, and adoring it...

Oh man. The fact that Musashi was taking quite this much time with it, that she wasn't just lunging in? It both was exciting Tenshi that much more, and it was a little bit of torture really. She wanted to feel the tongue there at her sex so badly, and it was very obvious because of her tight breaths and small moans the closer that she got to the prize.

One of her hands reached down, fingers trailing through the waves and cascades of beautiful hair, tracing behind her ears. At the first touch of the tongue, the heady taste of her pleasure was right there and she let out a gasp, eyes rolling back. "M...More..." She was usually so chatty and egotistical, but now she was just relegated to moans and one word replies. Musashi had her pretty well shut up right then.

Tenshi found she didn't particularly need to communicate more than that. Whether by pure instinct or something else, Musashi was able to accurately move her tongue, just the right amount of lavished intensity, to meet exactly what Tenshi seemed to need in that moment. Were the Celestial not in the throes of bliss at the moment, she might think it almost unnatural how skilled Musashi was in this deeply subjective art of pleasure-giving.

Her body reacted, far more than her brain. When the tongue took over like that, her hips jerked and her fingers tightened. It didn't take long in this situation for her to feel her whole body starting to ache. Her head had whipped back fully and she was panting, Musashi's name starting to come to her lips. This wasn't fair. How did she know how to do this quite like ...

Right about the moment that her passion was right on that tongue and she was crying out in orgasm, Tenshi forgot what she was thinking about for a second.

With that same uncanny skill, that instinct that told her just where to have her tongue, where the pressure should be, how much... she eased Tenshi down from that high. Her hands hugged at her hips, the outside of her thighs, digging in to feel skin fold between her fingers, steadying the girl as bliss rocked through her...

When she finally pulled away, she couldn't help a small chuckle.

"Think that was enough of a show for our guests?"

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