"Ah!~ My prince!~"
"Shut up! I didn't... give... anf... permission... ugh... to speak...!"
"Yes! Ahm! My princ-AHH!"
"SILENCE!"
He pulled at the young demoness' blonde hair harder as he thrust hard into her; with closed eyes he tried to go back with the mind to who he was really thinking of wanting to have in that moment there, under him, to have sex with him.
First a girl… then a boy… hair the color of melted chocolate… jet-black with a jade sheen… the scent of spices… and motor oil…
Two names appeared in his mind, two faces smiled languidly calling his name, while he reached the peak in an unknown body, that he had paid to receive some relief from the fire that had tormented him for days.
Red Son then dressed quickly, leaving the sum on the table next to the bed as usual, aware that as soon as he went out, the demon cat would run to get them and count them, checking if they were all and maybe hoping for a little extra, that the young always made sure to quit. A simple little way to soothe the slight guilt he felt for using those poor girls for their bodies.
He arranged his hair by tying it into his customary ponytail, then walked towards the exit… when something caught his attention.
It was a soft song, inaudible to the human ear, which most likely came from one of the rooms in the right corridor, the one that led to the most expensive rooms in the brothel. It wouldn't have been anything so strange if it hadn't been that the song sung sounded strangely familiar to him.
He instinctively proceeded in that direction, curious, and following his very fine hearing, he managed to identify the room from which the singing came. Now that he was so close he could even understand the words through the slightly open door, and he was quite surprised to remember how that song was part of an old Celestial Realm holiday repertoire.
watch?v=4_3dRYPa3UA minute 23:52 for the singing voice (lyrics in English, found in the comments of the video, at the end of the chapter ***)
Ignoring that little part of himself that told him to respect the privacy of the person in the room (who as far as he knew might be with a client), he started to peek through that tiny crack…
"And what are you doing here?".
A familiar voice behind him made him turn immediately, as the chant stopped at the same time.
After a few seconds the sound of a door slamming and a key turning in the lock echoed in his ears, letting him know that he had missed an opportunity to find an answer to that little mystery.
Old memories are like windows
Difficult to close when opened
Whose steps on dry branches make a soft sound
Fireflies draw a screen of fragrant mist
Notes on red leaves with full of love
You said set off on an unexpected journey endlessly to beautiful places
Whose singing softly rises
Whose tears silently fall
Those years send back to the past
They were side and promised to face difficulty together
Still the dry land
Red maple leaves cover autumn fog
in the old dream life is like a play
Would anyone perform it?
Dim candlelight are flickering
Whose is fretting under red bridal veils
Tears of flower fade away in crowd wedding hall
Quietly alone in the room
Memories are like a movie without words
Play each part of the past slowly
You said a set of an unexpected journey endlessly to beautiful places
Whose singing softly rises
Whose tears silently fall
Wish become small birds couple flying together
Despite all cries and scream behind they also can't catch us up
One more year passed away cold winds blown in the night of the seventh month
There is only me after twilight fell down
in the old dream echoing sound of lonely oar moves in the distance
Leave this familiar place come into oblivion