Akuma's Love Song

AKUMA’S LOVE SONG

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Prologue
< First Person Narrative >


It was during the time of the Edo era in Japan. I can still remember the men that took me and my sister away from my family. I can still remember the cries and screams and how we begged our parents to take us back. I remember that it was a snowy day of my tenth year alive. My sister and I was the eldest in the family. My sister at the time was twelve. Our family was poor with six other children aside from the two of us. My father loved to gamble and my mother was always playing around with younger men. My family was constantly in debt.

Without informing us, my family sold us off to the yakuza in order to pay off the debt. It was in the middle of the night when the men knocked at our door and demanded the two of us. My mother was in the other room, trying to calm down the crying babies; my father stood there watching the two of us getting dragged off while his eyes never directly looking at us.

That was so many years ago though.

I turned eighteen this year. My sister and I were separated into separate districts. I lived in Edo (present day Tokyo) while she was transferred to Kyoto. The very first day that I arrived to Edo, I was immediately properly cleaned and groomed by women in beautiful kimonos and white faces. They spoke comforting words to ease my tears and occasionally made me laugh, but I could see that each of them had a sad smile upon their face.

I was still naïve then.

The next day, I was sent into training – into training to become the perfect woman for pathetic men who weren’t capable to find their own happiness. I was, then, painted in white just like the other women, and my hair was tied up and decorated with bright colorful flowers. I was dressed into a kimono that was a tad too big for me. It was light green and faded purple.

It was about a month later that I was actually assigned to do work, but nothing like what the other women were doing. I later learned that the job all the women were doing were called “geishas.” I was assigned jobs like bringing in tea and deserts to the men who ordered the women. They were gone for hours and hours at a time, but their pay was very high. I used to wonder if I was going to be doing what they would.

It wasn’t until I was fourteen when I was sent up to the front of the shop. There the women sat and chit-chatted until a man came by and ordered them for the rest of the night. It wasn’t until my second week when I was called out by a balding fat man.

I was scared. I knew nothing of what the women told me. They told me of pleasurable feelings and ‘climaxes’ that blew them out of the world. However, I experienced something totally different. I wasn’t there to serve the men tea and food anymore. This time, it was something completely different.

Right when I entered the room, the man embraced me. His breath reeked of liquor and his hands were groping in places that I could never imagine. I suppressed my urge to throw up when I felt his lips giving me sloppy kisses all over my body and before I knew it, the old man stripped me down and he had his way with me.

It was the worst feeling imagined.

I sobbed throughout the event and when the man left, the women quickly rushed in, draped me in my kimono and led me to the bath area. I stayed there for hours trying to scrub the filth off my skin all the while the tears wouldn’t stop flowing.

The orders didn’t stop coming as I grew older and as I grew more ‘beautiful’. I never felt beautiful, just cheap and dirty. After a while, it was all just the same. Nothing changed. They were the same old fat men that took a piece of my soul every time they took advantage of me.

I later learned that what was once ‘geisha’, isn’t a geisha at all. I and along with the rest of the women in the red-light district were called oiran, or in other words prostitutes. We all lived the same fate – we were stuck there until we racked up enough money to pay off our family’s debt (which was very rare) or we were there until we grew old and wrinkly.

I had many years ahead of me.

When I go to sleep every night, I dreamt that everything was a dream, that when I wake up that I would still be sleeping in a straw bed and that my mother would be feeding my siblings. I can’t even remember what they look like anymore.

As I turned sixteen, I became one of the most popular girls in the red-light district. All the men wanted me and paid high prices for my company. But to me, those were just gray, blurry days and there were many of those days ahead of me.

It wasn’t until it was the summer of my sixteenth year when I met a man strolling into the window of where I worked. I remember his face clearly. He had a light brown skin with a honey colored hair with baby blue eyes. He was magnificent.

“A foreigner?” The women whispered as he looked around the room. It was obvious that he stood out from the rest of the crowd. I couldn’t help but stared at him and our eyes met. He smiled just a little, tilting head just a little and his light colored hair shifted slightly in the same direction. In just a few minutes, he disappeared from sight and I was called out of the window room. “The foreigner must like her, too.” The women continued to whisper.

“Fifth room, third floor,” The man muttered as he pulled me out of the room. I walked slowly towards the third story and opened the door when I reached the room. The man was already sitting there, drinking sake.

He glanced over at me and smiled and continued to sip on his beverage. “How are you this evening?” The foreigner finally spoke, motioning me to sit. He placed his drink down and smiled once more.

“I am well, how are you, Sir?” I made his way over towards his and gently sat next to the man, keeping my best smile on.

“I am also well.”

For the rest of that night, it was merely like that. The two of us sat there, mostly in silence. I was confused. The man didn’t ask for anything but my company. When he left, the foreigner kindly gave me a bow before leaving the room, stating that he will see me again.

I, honestly, didn’t expect to see him again, but when the shop opened, he was already standing there. “Ah.” – was all I was able to get out.

“I told you I would see you again.”

“You did.” I couldn’t help but really show a smile.

“Oh, so you can smile?” The foreigner slipped his hands into the pocket of his pants and smiled juts like he did yesterday, “Do you mind if I take some of your time today?”

“It’s my job.”

With a nod, the honey-colored hair foreigner disappeared from sight and I was called out to the same room as last night. “We meet again.” He greeted me as I entered through the door. “Come, sit.” I nodded and sat next to him. “I don’t remember asking your name last night. I can know it?”

I blinked several times, hesitating just a bit. Oiran weren’t allowed to give out their real names, and that certainly included me. “M-Misa.” It was certainly a fake name.

“Misa, is it?” The foreigner smiled, “It’s a beautiful name.” It was the last comment he made for the next hour until the security man knocked on the door stating that he had only ten minutes left. “Ah, excuse me?” The man stood up and made his way over towards the door, “How much would it be if I kept her for rest of the day?”

“That is not allowed.” The man grunted, giving the foreigner a glare, “She has other jobs.”

“Here. Take all of this.” He took out a blue bag that clinked with gold coins. “Please.” The man smiled and closed the door before the security guard could say anything about it. The foreigner made his way back towards the table and smiled, “You don’t mind me hogging you all day, do you?”

“Ah… not at all,” I bowed just a little, smiling faintly, “Why is it that you enjoy my company so much?”

The man remained silent as he took a sip of his sake, “Because I can sense that you’re different from all the other women sitting with you. You’re still innocent and pure,” He set down his sake and leaned forward just a little, his hands cupping my cheeks. “I really like you.”

I couldn’t keep the eye contact with him and looked away towards the tatami mats. The door sounded once more as the foreigner made his way over towards the door once more. “I… I brought lunch on the house.” The girl-in-training muttered as the foreigner let her in. “Ah! Risuka nee-chan! I didn’t –”

Without even thinking, I covered the girl-in-training’s mouth, growling quickly, “Don’t use my real name. It’s one of the first rules that you have to memorize. Did you forget that?” The girl nodded just a little, as I loosened my grip on her and sighed. She retreated out of the door as the foreigner made his way back to the room. He didn’t mention the fact that he heard my real name once that night.

We had lunch, and then dinner and he chatted away about his day, occasionally asking me questions. However, for the most part, I kept silent. It was, for the most part, a big change in my job.

When the night ended, he left once more, with a gentlemanly bow towards me.

For the next month, he continued to make his daily visits, and the two of us grew rather accustomed to each other.

“How was your day, Haruka-sama?” I smiled just a little as I poured him his glass of sake.

“It was tiring.” Over the course of the month, I learned many things about Haruka-sama. He was the son of a wealthy business man and a French woman. Not only that, but for the majority of his life, he lived in France only to recently move in with his father after twenty years. And now, he had nothing to do but wander around the streets of Edo all day. “But I actually did some work; Father had me run errands for him, which was surely better than nothing.” He smiled, taking a sip of the hot sake.

“I am glad to hear that.” I sat down next to him, “Are you growing more accustomed to Japan?”

“Yes. Yes, I am, but I’m still getting stares from people. I guess, foreigners aren’t quite accepted here, huh?” Haruka-sama signed, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s okay, I’m sure the people around here will get used to seeing my face.” He glanced over at me with his blue eyes, and smiled some more, “You’re the only one not afraid of me. The only one who smiled when I looked over; the only one who didn’t whisper…” Haruka-sama leaned forward, his hands cupping my face.

“Haruka-sama…”

“Misa…”

“M-… my real name is Risuka.”

Haruka-sama laughed, “I know. Thank you for telling me your real name…” His slightly calloused thumbs brushed my cheeks gently, “Risuka, I like you.” His blue eyes found mine that were trying to look else where. After that, I couldn’t look away anymore. “Risuka… I really like you.” He leaned in towards me, and I froze.

Our lips gently brushed against each others, and I couldn’t help but pull back just a little. “Haruka-sa…” but before I had the chance to finish, our lips clashed once more. “Ah…” I fell backwards and he fell on top of me. His light blue eyes darkened as they stared deeply into mine.

“I like you so much, Risuka…” Haruka-sama lowered his head until the tip of our noses were only an inch apart. “Risuka… do you like me?” His jaw clenched as he waited for my answer.

“I…I like Haruka-sama very much.” I couldn’t help but advert my eyes as I said it. I could feel the blood rushing up to my cheeks, even though it couldn’t be seen under all the makeup I had on. “I like Haruka-sama very much…”

“Then look at me.” I could feel his breath brushing against my cheeks as he whispered, and my eyes couldn’t help but draw to his beautiful blue ones. A frown spread across his lips as he pushed back, “I want to see…Risuka without her make-up on.” He grabbed the bowl of water sitting on the table and a handkerchief, dabbing it into the bowl. “May I?”

I nodded as I sat up, letting him wipe away the make-up. I felt the gentle cloth wipe away the mask that I’ve worn for many years. I felt free. My eyes opened once more when he stopped, and he merely stared at me, “Do… do I look that bad?” My hands reached up to my face, trying to hide it.

“No.” He abruptly spoke up, his hands reaching to touch mine, “You’re beautiful. You’re so much more beautiful without your make-up on, that it just makes me fall in love with you even more…” Haruka-sama kissed me once more, and I couldn’t help but whimper under his touch.

“Haru…ka…” I gasped for air as the two of us fell back. His hands gently roamed over my body, loosening the obi around my waist. He slowly parted the kimono, gradually taking in all that I had. “Please don’t look at me like that,” I felt my face grow red.

“But you’re beautiful.” His lips touched mine once more, suckling gently at my lower lip, and his hands reached up, undoing my long hair. Haruka-sama’s gentle hands combed my hair, running through it gently over and over, coaxing me.

Our lips parted and our tongues clashed in an epic battle. My hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, letting it pool around the two of us. I sighed loudly as he pulled away from my lips, only to kiss my neck, suckling gently at it. He left a mark on my neck when he pulled away, and whispered into my ear, “This is a mark that your mine.”

I could feel a chill running down my spine as he whispered those words to me. Haruka-sama lowered his head, his tongue running along my skin. “Ah…” I moaned as I felt his tongue circle around my nipple, and I arched into his touch like I’d never done before with other men. His fingers played with the other one as I squirmed under his touch.

The hand that was free slipped under the kimono, in between my legs and I gasped loudly as I felt his fingers enter me. “God… you’re so wet.” Haruka-sama growled, as he gently pumped them in and out. My legs involuntarily parted wider, and my hips bucked against his movements. “Risuka, can I have you?”

I grabbed his moving hand, and nodded violently. My long hair flowing all over the place, “Please. Please.” I quickly unbuttoned his slacks and he quickly slipped them off. It was my first time really looking at a man’s cock, all the other times, I would just advert my eyes elsewhere, but for that moment, I was scared.

Haruka-sama raised my leg over his shoulder and took his erection and pressed it gently against my pussy. He gritted his teeth as he pushed himself further into me. It was overwhelming. I arched my back as I felt him enter my core. It was the first time that it actually felt good with another man. “Ah, Haruka-sama…” I moaned loudly, watching his cock slip in and out of me.

His movements quickened as he leaned in towards me, our chests pressed up against each other. The two of us panted in unison. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling the two of us closer to each other, “Kiss me.” And without another request, his lips pressed roughly against mine and our tongues engaged with each others.

He rammed his cock deeper into my core and I pulled away, moaning out in ecstasy. “Risuka… scream out my name… I want to hear you scream my name.” Haruka-sama muttered as he kissed my jawbone. His fingers found their way down between my legs once more, rubbing my clit, stimulating me even more. “You’re getting even wetter.”

My walls tightened around him, and he groaned loudly. I gasped feeling myself reach the peak, “Haruka-sa… Haruka! Ah! I think I’m cumming. Ah! More! More!” He bit his lower lip as his fingers rubbed my clit in a fast circular motion and his thrust became rougher and rougher.

“Risuka…” He groaned my name as he stopped suddenly, his cock pulsating inside of me as I felt his cum fill up my insides. Haruka-sama sighed as his arms wrapped around me. “Leave with me.”

My closed eyes snapped open as I looked into his loving blue eyes, “W-what?”

“Leave with me, we’ll run away. Then, we can get married, live in the country, and have little Risukas and little Keis…” His fingers gently ran through my hair, brushing against my cheek lightly.

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This isn’t quite the end of the prologue, but I don’t want you guys thinking that it’s the end.
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