Hello and welcome to part/arc two of this fic. I'm calling this part The Situation. This arc is a long one so be prepared for the ride. Enjoy!

Over the city streets of Tokyo, Kurama bounced from place to place on his way to his destination, looking like a fox-tailed version of Hermes and Cupid with the bouquet of flowers in his hand. He couldn't wait to meet Kiyoni for she had a lot going for him. She was a succubus, attractive, a bit rebellious and sassy with a body to die for. Oh, what a body. It may have been through Shuuichi's eyes but as soon as Kurama saw Kiyoni in that black catsuit that Halloween night in Shibuya, he knew he had to have her. She had just the right amount of curves in all the right places and Kurama wanted to place his clawed hands all over.

Thinking back, while Kurama cheered for his human host, he grew envious of him. The train date Kurama could let Shuuichi have. Something as simple as that was in Shuuichi's nature anyway. Kurama also could give Shuuichi the smoking sessions, movie night, play dates, and the club outing. Kurama would very likely have enjoyed sharing some green and a few drinks with Kiyoni and was happy for Shuuichi to push himself into doing so. The boy could loosen up anyway. However, what made Kurama jealous were the intimate moments Shuuichi had with the beautiful succubus. It was supposed to be Kurama grabbing Kiyoni's soft, ample behind the night she slept in Shuuichi's bed. It was supposed to be Kurama sliding his tongue down Kiyoni's throat whenever she locked lips with Shuuichi. The peak of Kurama's jealousy came the night at Club Morningstar where it definitely was supposed to be Kurama's fingers swimming deep inside Kiyoni's love pool. That was a moment to remember. Unknowingly to both Shuuichi and Kiyoni, the latter awakened most of Kurama's senses that night. The intense look in her eyes when she asked for more. He liked a partner who knew what they wanted in the bedroom or wherever. The heat that radiated and the wetness that developed in her core. The scent Kiyoni's body produced accompanied by her intoxicating perfume and the body-clenching, orgasmic cries she made that echoed in the bathroom. It didn't hurt that Kiyoni was hands-on in the pleasure department, either. If only Kurama could replace Shuuichi and taste the juices Kiyoni left behind on Shuuichi's fingers. If only Kiyoni could taste his juices. Perhaps both parties will get a chance tonight.

Kiyoni was cleaning things up in the living area of her apartment, enjoying her night off. Freshly showered and wearing a red, Mickey Mouse onesie with a matching bonnet this time, snuggles and reading were her plans before going to bed. A few texts from Aiko, Shishi, and Juri were all ignored in favor of her alone time. Those plans would have to be on hold, however. She turned her back towards the balcony of her apartment to put away a broom and to turn off some lights when her unannounced guest landed on said balcony.

He knocked on the glass door twice to get her attention, "Kiyoni? It's me."

"Ahhhhhhh!" Kiyoni screamed upon the sight, "Who the…? Wh-who…?"

"Kiyoni, it's me. Shuuichi. I know this is sudden but I wanted to see you...and show off my newest ability."

"Suu'chi? Are you sure that's you?"

"Kiyoni, yes. It's me. Now will you open up please? It's cold out here."

Kiyoni crept into her kitchen area and pulled out a knife from a block, "Just warning you. If you try anything and I mean anything-"

"You won't be afraid to cut me. I know."

"Okay, then," with a knife behind her back, Kiyoni opened her balcony, "Come in."

"Thank you," Shuuichi said upon entering and removing his shoes, "Ooh, it's toasty in here. It's like, what, thirty degrees [celcius]?"

"Thirty-two," Kiyoni turned on a floor lamp, "Suu'chi…"

What Kiyoni didn't know was that Kurama had shifted back into his human form before showing up. Outside, it was a mild-mannered Minamino Shuuichi. Inside was the cunning and horny Kurama.

"Kiyoni, I'm so sorry-"

"I hope you are! What the fuck, Suu'chi? News flash, we have cell phones now. People call the person they want to visit ahead of time before showing up. Shit…"

Shuuichi gave Kiyoni a couple of kisses. One on the cheek and one on the lips with the latter lasting a bit longer.

"I have something to make it up to you."

"And that is…?"

Shuuichi presented his gift, "These."

The bouquet contained two each of chrysanthemums, peonies, roses, and daffodils.

"I hope you like them."

Kiyoni gasped, "Suu'chi...for me?"

"Of course. I had to clear out my garden a bit anyway."

"Suu'chi...thank you," Kiyoni gave a grateful kiss, "These are beautiful. I'll put these in some water."

While Kiyoni walked away, Kurama took a quick peek at her ass in her new onesie. It had a slight jiggle to it which Kurama didn't mind. In fact, he wondered how much he could make it jiggle once he gave it a good smack or two.

Good. The knife is down and so are her defenses. "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."

"Actually...I was about to do some reading. I've been so behind lately. Before that, I filmed a video for my OnlyFans account."

"Oh yeah? What were you doing?"

"A workout. Pilates, yoga. Anything that gets me to stretch and open my hips and legs, of course. Those tend to be my most popular videos next to my storytelling ones."

"What storytelling videos?"

"My, aren't you curious today. If you must know, I can show you. Think you can handle it?"

"If they're like that video of you as a nun, I think so."

"Have a seat on that couch. Want something to drink?"

"What do you have?"

"Well, since it's cold I can fix some tea. I'm a tea whore so I have green tea, black tea, raspberry, strawberry, tangerine, blackberry. Eh, chamomile, elderberry…"

I'd like to make you my whore when I get the chance. "Eh, green tea will suffice."

"You got it."

While Kiyoni filled her teapot, Shuuichi used the opportunity to sneak in some sweet time.

"Suu'chi…" she giggled as Shuuichi's fingers crawled around her waist, "That tickles."

"What if I tickled something else," Shuuichi teased using his tongue on Kiyoni's neck.

Kiyoni inhaled quickly only to stagger her exhalation the second Shuuichi's tongue made circles up and down her neck, "Ooh. I don't think I've...taught you that...before."

"Who's to say I didn't learn about this on my own?"

Shuuichi kept going on Kiyoni's neck for a few more moments, slowly inching one hand up towards her breasts and the other towards her groin.

"The water's running."

"Hm? Oh, shit," Kiyoni moved swiftly to turn off the faucet, "Shit, shit, shit. Damn."

There was something else running as well but Kiyoni won't mention that.

"Oops," Shuuichi taunted.

"Yeah...oops."

"You seem nervous. That's unusual for you."

"Me? Nervous? Never that. It's just...it's been a while since I've...had someone over," Kiyoni sat her kettle on the stove and turned on the heat, "What flavor would you like?"

"How about Kiyoni-flavored?"

"What?"

"Green tea! I-I said green tea."

"Okay. Green tea. Why don't you go get comfortable?"

"Sure," Shuuichi headed back to the couch but not without giving Kiyoni's bubble a tiny pinch.

"Ow! What was that?"

"Hm? Oh! Must have been this zipper. I'm sorry."

Kurama was right. Kiyoni's behind was absolutely perfect to grab and two fingernails will absolutely not do.

While the two waited for the water to boil, Kiyoni joined Shuuichi on the couch, laptop in hand, "Since we're gonna be watching some videos, we might as well use a bigger screen."

"Fair enough."

OnlyFans account loading, Shuuichi took the time to pull Kiyoni in. He liked teasing one side of her neck, gotta show the other side some love.

"Hey…" Kiyoni whined.

"Yes?"

"Usually, viewers would want to...after watching stuff like this. Not before. What's gotten into you?"

"Let's just say I want to continue our tryst from last night."

"You were wasted last night and yet you remember that?"

"I remember it all...and I want to do it again," Shuuichi replied with a cocked eyebrow.

"Last night was...fun."

"Indeed, it was."

For a moment, the two gazed into each other's eyes waiting for the other to make a move. Usually, the succubus, Kiyoni, would be the one to make the move but it was something about Shuuichi that made her submit. All Shuuichi had to do was give Kiyoni the greenlight and the two would be intertwined on the bed just a few feet from where they sat with all of their clothing scattered all over the floor. Better yet, Kiyoni wouldn't mind if they got it on, on the couch. It may have been a while since Kiyoni has had company come over but it's been even longer since she intimately shared a bed with someone.

"I believe the next move is yours, my lady," Shuuichi instigated, waiting to see if Kiyoni would bring out her inner sex demon.

Kiyoni froze, never breaking away from Shuuichi's gaze. Those green eyes were intensely full of desire. However, the whistling of the kettle broke her concentration.

"Oh, shit!"

Shuuichi leaned back on the couch, disappointed by the distraction. For a succubus, Kiyoni came off as a master of playing hard-to-get. However, Kurama was a fan of the chase if a hottie like her was the prize.

"Here we go," Kiyoni presented a tray with two cups of tea, a small bowl of sugar, a bottle of honey, a bottle of lemon juice, and a shaker jar of cinnamon.

"What's cinnamon for? I get the sugar and, maybe, the honey but what's with the cinnamon?"

"The cinnamon is for your bloodstream. Cleans your veins or something like that."

Hm. The cleaner the bloodstream, the more blood going to… Not a bad idea. "I think I'll have some of that cinnamon."

"Ooh! Here's one of my popular videos," Kiyoni stated. It's one where she was naked and in her succubus form with a giant storybook as her only cover. She retells the story of Sleeping Beauty with an erotic twist with herself playing the titular role, the prince and the narrator:

"Oh, prince charming,' she shrieked in heat, 'Oh, we...we shouldn't be doing this. That nasty, mean witch wants me dead. Oh, but I can't stop. I can't stop until I feel your thick, warm cum in me. Please cum in me.

"You naughty princess," the prince grunted, "A naughty princess with...the warmest, wettest pussy in all the land. That nasty, mean witch shall bother you no longer once I fill you with my royal...ugh, royal seed.

"The prince went on pounding the princess's pussy from behind like a madman, using the inner skirts of her gown as leverage. The princess, in turn, cried in ecstasy with every thrust. Her manicured nails dug deep into her bed sheets.

"She can feel herself reaching the point of orgasm and decided to let the prince know about it, 'Oh, prince charming...oh, yes...yes, that's it...fill me with your royal cum...oh, yes...yes, I'm coming. Oh, oh...ohhhhh…!'

"The princess exploded with carnal delight, her screams echoing throughout the castle. The prince followed suit, shooting deep inside the princess's love cavern like a trigger happy cannon, pleased to know she'll be carrying his seed. Some of his seed as the prince pulled out leaving the princess with a hefty slice of creampie. There they laid in the princess's bed enjoying their carnal high. Victorious, the prince eventually left the princess behind to allow her to sleep. That evil witch will not be pleased knowing that it wasn't her that placed the 'sleep' in Sleeping Beauty."

"That was a tantalizing story," Shuuichi commented, "I think I liked the voice acting."

Kiyoni chuckled, "Oh, stop it. That was embarrassing for you."

"Not really. It's quite the opposite. I'm actually rather aroused."

"You are?"

Shuuichi placed his tea cup down and removed his jacket, "I wonder...if we could reenact that scene."

Kiyoni was curiously intrigued, "Suu'chi, I don't know where this side of you is coming from...but I like it."

"Then you're going to enjoy this," Shuuichi placed Kiyoni's cup down and kissed her with the same amount of passion as the night before.

The only difference was that it wasn't an inebriated Shuuichi in control, it was a sly fox named Kurama. Kiyoni lightly tugged on Shuuichi's shirt as he pulled her close by her waist, giving him the opportunity to land a decent grip on her Mickey Mouse-covered bubble.

"Permission to make a request," Shuuichi inquired.

"What is it?"

"Turn off that light."

"Certainly," as soon as Kiyoni's back was turned again, Shuuichi stood up and removed his shirt.

"You're really coming into your yokai side, aren't you?"

"You have no idea."

In complete darkness, Kiyoni leaped into Kurama's arms, resuming the previous moment. In her mind, the time has finally come. The time to pop Shuuichi's cherry and win that bet. Unbeknownst to her, the man she was with wasn't who she thought he was as Kurama came out in full force under the cover of darkness. For a few moments, Kurama stood in the middle of the room playing tonsil hockey with Kiyoni, eventually pinning her against the wall. Fingernails dug deep into his back the more Kurama teased Kiyoni's neck. Kurama showed his gratitude by allowing Kiyoni to get a feel of what he was working with down south. The cinnamon that was added to his tea was doing its job well as an herbal enhancement.

Suu'chi is well-built. I'll give him that. Kiyoni was tossed onto her bed and couldn't be turned on any more, "Are you sure...you're ready for me?"

Kurama climbed on top of her, showering her body with kisses and an oral introduction to her breasts and nipples. Kiyoni caught a feel of Kurama's necklace and silently praised his god for this blessing.

"No need to ask," Kurama assured as his chin slid down to Kiyoni's groin, "I've been ready for you."

It was a good thing Kiyoni wasn't wearing any underwear underneath her onesie. Kurama inhaled every bit of Kiyoni's pheromones through the fabric of her outfit, cherishing the natural scent of this woman. He licked his chops when his nose touched a sizable wet spot. Finally, Kurama is going to have that taste which he did like a child getting a taste of brownie or cake batter off the spoon.

"Ahhh," Kiyoni cried at the sudden feel of a tongue on her kitty. When did...where did...he learn this? "Ahhhhhhh, shit…"

It was something the way Kurama was going but, "I want more. Mistress of sex, let me feast."

"What?"

Kurama was serious in his statement, "You heard me. I've been denied for far too long." He teased Kiyoni's opening with a knuckle of his right index finger in a circular motion. "Believe me now?"

"Yes," Kiyoni reeled her head back in complete submission to Kurama's whims, "Yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes, do it. Do it now. Eat me now…"

That was all Kiyoni had to say. "As you wish," Kurama tore a small hole in Kiyoni's onesie and stuck his tongue deep inside her.

"Ohhhhhhh, fuck," Kiyoni shouted in an octave deeper than normal, reaching for Kurama's head, "Ohhhhhhh, don't stop! Don't stop, don't stop! Please…!

Kurama enjoyed every drop Kiyoni had to give, holding her position using her legs to keep her from running away. It was worth the imprisonment the way she flowed into his mouth; for years trapped inside the body of a virgin was torturous. To experience a night of freedom with a sought-after succubus would be the equivalent of a drifter getting lost in the desert only to come across a real, freshwater oasis. That tongue of his swirled all over Kiyoni's kitty like an excited child eating ice cream, flicking and licking her love bean and jackhammering her tunnel. Kiyoni loved every second. She rolled and crossed her eyes at every stroke, grabbing handfuls of Kurama's hair every time his tongue entered her. It wasn't going to take long for her to climax.

Unfortunately, the moment was short-lived when Kurama felt a sharp pain in his head, "Ahhhh!"

Alerted, Kiyoni sat up, "What?! What is it? What?"

Kurama gritted his teeth as he endured the headache, "Shino...bu…"

He stepped away from Kiyoni, kneeling near the balcony.

Kiyoni stepped up from behind, attempting to assist in any way, "Suu'chi, are you-?"

"STAY AWAY," Kurama angrily growled, "DON'T TOUCH ME!"

"Shuuichi, what the hell…?"

Still going through a headache, Kurama heaved a heavy sigh and gathered his things, "I have to go."

"Go," Kiyoni repeated, turning on the lights, "Now?! No! You haven't been here for long and...and…"

Fortunately, Shuuichi was back on the scene, "I'm sorry. I'm getting a really bad headache all of the sudden."

"I can get you some aspirin. You think it's because of the change?"

Kurama's heart raced upon hearing that last part, thinking that he'd been caught, "Change? What are you talking about? I didn't change anything."

"Uh, those ears of yours would disagree."

What a relief. "Oh! Right. These. I thought you were talking about something else."

"Suu'chi, are you sure everything's okay? Did you manage to talk to Father?"

Kurama could see the sincerity in Kiyoni's eyes. It seemed that for a sex demon, she was actually growing a soft spot for Shuuichi.

"Everything is fine and yes, I did talk to Father Shinobu. In fact, I'm going to see him right now."

"Okay. Well, call me…whenever. I'm invested in this too."

"I know and I will," Shuuichi gave Kiyoni a kiss on the forehead before departing, "Goodnight."

From there, he stepped into his shoes and on the balcony and leaped away from the apartment.

Kiyoni watched in awe as Shuuichi took off. Such speed and agility. It was like Shuuichi had done stuff like that before.

What the fuck, Shuuichi?

On the other side of town, Shinobu gathered his crew along the city docks. Despite the hundreds of freight carts overtaking the area and the emptiness of the space, they're not going to put a hinder on tonight's plans.

"I'm not too sure about this," said the youngest of the group while playing with a Nintendo switch, "We were already doing fine. Why do we need another guy?"

"Because this new member as you say is the reason why the rest of you are here," Shinobu responded, "Here he comes now."

Kurama landed right in front of Shinobu, pissed off for even showing up.

"Welcome, Kurama," Shinobu greeted, "Allow me to introduce the team."

"Spare me," Kurama requested in a dismissive tone, "I already told you your team is weak compared to me."

"United, we stand. Divided, we fall. To accomplish our goal, we'll need all the blessed hands we can get."

"Bullshit! If I wanted to kill off a bunch of yokai, I'd do it, myself. I don't need any help," Kurama sighed, feeling sexually frustrated, "I can't believe I missed swimming balls deep inside succubus pussy for this."

"Dirty jokes aside, it's time to continue the mission. Makihara, Amanuma. You two will handle Edogawa this time. Natsume, Touya. Take care of Sumida. Remember, God is always with you."

The team heads out to adhere to the mission.

"Was there a point to my appearance?"

"We are heading over to Shinjuku. Fornication is such a disgusting thing. Wouldn't you agree?"

It was obvious Kurama disagreed. Hell, if he could finesse Kiyoni, he would've fornicated with her earlier tonight. In protest, he stood there with his hands in his pockets and watched as Shinobu walked away.

Sensing he was alone, Shinobu pulled out the very thing that kept the fox under his control, an exact replica of Kurama's necklace, "I said...don't you agree?" The stone glowed as it fed from Shinobu's energy.

Kurama winced in pain again as his psychic leash was tugged, "You son-of-a-bitch…" Reluctantly, Kurama tagged along while thinking about the many ways of killing his master.

In the Kabukicho area of Shinjuku, patrons of the occupying love hotels, strip clubs, and brothels ran out into the winter air out of fear as Kurama tore through every building he was ordered to go through. Anyone accused of infidelity, fornication, perverse acts against the young, polygamistic rituals, and even engaging in intercourse with protection were not spared.

"Repent from your perverse ways, disgusting souls," Shinobu declared while hiding in the shadows, "Husbands, return to your wives. Wives, return to your husbands. The Bible tells us to be fruitful and multiply. However, the Lord blesses those who multiply under his guidance and his light. The womb is a sacred temple and should be anointed by the seed of God's chosen ones. Children born out of wedlock will only know suffering. Please? Each and every body that walks on this earth should know that it is a sacred temple and should be treated with love, kindness, and respect. Accept God and his son, Jesus Christ, as your saviors, refrain from your fornicating and deviant courses of action, and you shall be blessed with their love."

Whether anyone heard Shinobu or not didn't matter for survival was the main objective.

"Everybody, run," a man shouted running inside Aphrodisia wearing nothing but his underwear and office socks, "Please, listen to me! There's a wild yokai on the loose and he's killing everyone in the district!"

"The hell are you talking about," Shishi wondered, "There's no wild yokai around."

It wasn't until Shishi heard the sound of a screaming woman that he changed his mind.

"Believe me now? Everybody, run! Run!" Both patrons and employees grow concerned.

Shishi walked outside to see what was going on. The second he saw silver hair and a matching tail, his fear meter went from zero to ten in two seconds.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LAZY FUCKS DOING SITTING ON YOUR ASSES?! THERE'S A MURDERING SPREE GOING ON OUTSIDE! IF YOU WANNA SEE THE NEW YEAR, GET THE HELL OUT, NOW!"

Shishi didn't have to tell anyone twice. Employees of the club led everyone towards the emergency back door.

"Shishi, what's going on," Aiko asked, limping.

"Just as I thought. It's Kurama. He's out there killing everyone. If we don't get a move on, we're next. C'mon!"

"Wait, wait," Aiko hobbled, "My foot still hurts."

As soon as the club was emptied, Shinobu and Kurama entered it.

"Well, news travels fast," Shinobu noticed, "Looks like there's no blood to be shed here. We should go. Hm?"

True to his don't-give-a-damn attitude, Kurama headed towards the back dressing rooms and made a beeline for Kiyoni's. Using his skills as a former bandit, Kurama managed to break in just to feel the vibes. Familiar scents filled both the air and Kurama's lungs as he walked inside, the scent of Kiyoni's pheromones and perfume. Fragrances from Vera Wang, Chanel, YSL, and Victoria Secret lined her vanity next to her makeup from Fenty, MAC, and Sephora. He grazed a finger over the table she used for her private show, examined Kiyoni's clothing and costume rack including the silky, red dress she wore for Shuuichi; the color really complemented her skin tone. Kurama peered over the makeshift altar Kiyoni made for her deities of choice, plucking and tasting a pomegranate aril that was soaked in water in honor of them. How sweet it was to do so, taste wise even though they would have to be planted eventually. Those arils will absorb that water in the coming days. Not only did it all make Kurama want to plant those arils in Kiyoni's honor, it was all enough to make Kurama want to haul ass all the way back to Kiyoni's apartment and make love to her like she's never been made love to in her life.

"So," Shinobu said from the doorway, "This is the space of your chosen whore."

"Don't you dare step foot inside this room," Kurama scolded while looking over his shoulder, "This is a sacred space."

"Sacred? There is, was, and never will be anything sacred about a brothel, Kurama."

Kurama pointed towards the two goddesses, "Those two will disagree."

Shinobu noticed the altar and scoffed at it, "Exodus 20, verses two through four:

"I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of Egypt, out of the land of slavery. You shall have no other gods before me. You shall not make for yourself an image in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below. You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me, but showing love to a thousand generations of those who love me and keep my commandments."

"Meaning…?"

"The Egyptians and Hebrews learned that lesson the hard way. I would hate for your whore to do the same. Especially...once she finds out what you are," Shinobu turned on a heel to leave, "Come, fox. We still have more work to do, more souls to save."

Kurama clenched his bloody fists towards his master. He had his own reasons to look out for Kiyoni. If only he could get his human host to do the same.