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Yo-kai Specs	By : joekun626 Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > General Views: 3735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Yo-kai Watch, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"So explain this to me again. Dumb it down a little this time."

Hanako and I were walking down the streets of Springdale, headed to the closest Everymart for a usual snack run. Earlier this morning while looking through the Yo-kai Medallium again, I noticed that at some point I had inserted Cursed Hanako's medal, but still had no idea what it was doing there. Since Insomni was distracted with reading a new romance novel on the Yo-kai Pad, I asked Hanako to accompany me today so I could take the chance to ask her about it. Since the medal was technically hers, maybe she could enlighten me a bit.

"Okay, again." Hanako started to explain once more. "When you tried to summon me while I was angry, all of that energy that got sucked into the Yo-kai Watch was ... well, you could call it the essence of my anger." Hanako floated in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. "See how happy I look now?" Her expression was the usual calm, emotionless stare, but I nodded. "Yeah, our friendship helped get the rage out of me, and trap it in the watch. Since you became friends with my angry side by freeing me, you got her medal. The anger power is under control in the Yo-kai Watch, and since we have it secured, if you ever call for my angry half again, I'll be able to stay calm under pressure without a problem. I'll be more powerful, too."

"That's really cool." I nodded. "So you can get a power boost when we need it, and I can keep my cute Hanako too." I reached for her and pulled her into a hug, continuing to walk. She squirmed a little, but I soon heard her let out a relaxed sigh as she nuzzled her face into my chest. "You're so cool, you know that?"

"I do." Hanako nodded. "You're lucky to have me as a partner." I released my hold on her, and she resumed floating next to me. "You're going to get your cute partner some more chips, right?"

"Of course." I smiled. I reached over and teasingly poked her stomach. "Can't have the brains of us going hungry."

Hanako and I smiled at each other, enjoying each others' company. It wasn't often that we hung out alone, but we really did love the time we did spend together. Before either of us could say something else, I stopped in my tracks: another Yo-kai appeared in front of us. Damona, in all her darkness-glowing glory, looked at us with her arms crossed and a smile on her face. For once, she had clothes on: the same black kimono from her medal.

"Isn't that cute? A little toilet monster is trying to take my human sex puppet away!" Damona said.

"Toilet monster?!" Hanako clenched her fists, glaring at Damona.

"You heard me!" Damona taunted her, sticking out her tongue. "I can't believe my human is hanging out with some child that lives in a smelly bathroom stall!"

"Your human?!" Hanako started to look quite angry. "You don't know anything about having friends! He's not property, he's a partner! And I'm NOT a child! I'm an adult!"

"Sure you are. You're an adult, and I'm queen of the Yo-kai World." Damona teased. "Isn't it funny? Before I met you, I lost the power to show any emotion, but looking at a little bathroom troll just makes me laugh!"

Hanako's usual calm, cool, collected air around her had disappeared. I hadn't seen her this annoyed since her evolution.

She didn't seem to even notice the comment about me, but I thought it best to not even mention it. The dark aura that once covered Cursed Hanako had returned, but Hanako kept her normal form without even a single hair curl. She flew towards Damona, who stood in place with a smirk on her face. Hanako held out both hands and concentrated the black aura in front of her, shooting it blindingly fast at Damona. "You've already been cursed!"

What the hell is this?! Does Hanako have some kind of power? Is she evolving again?!

I hope not. I don't think my heart can take it.

The "curse" that Hanako shot surrounded Damona, turning her own dark aura into a faint-looking gray color. Damona sulked just a bit, and her already-pale face seemed to lose even more color. Hanako floated down in front of me, her fists on her hips. She looked quite proud of herself.

"My power! You've already been cursed!" Hanako exclaimed, beaming. "I can drain my opponent's HP with ease!"

"Your opponent's HP? Did I wander into an RPG all of a sudden?" I asked. I pointed at Damona, who seemed to quickly be over the attack. "Don't look now, but I don't think you can curse a princess of darkness." Hanako's eyes shot open, looking surprised even through her hair hiding part of her face. Damona, with a wicked grin on her face, started to float towards us. Her dark, purple eyes started to make me extremely uncomfortable, like I was looking into pure terror itself. If Hanako's power couldn't drive her off, what in the world could we do?

"What Damona wants, Damona GETS." Damona said, chuckling as she approached us. "I told you I want that dick, and you're gonna be my slave. Come along now, human." She said, licking her lips and staring at me. Come on, think! Anything!

"Look, Damona!" I exclaimed, pointing past her. "It's, uh ... oh! It's a small innocent boy without a guardian!" At the mention of an 'innocent boy,' Damona almost instantly turned around.

"WHERE?!" Damona asked, floating away in a purple blur. "Come here, little guy! Come play with Damona!"

"That was ... something." Hanako commented. She turned around to face me. "How did you know that would work? And why are your legs shaking like jelly?" I looked down at myself; I was trembling. Hearing Damona talking like that did something to me -- something I didn't like.

"I don't know, it just felt ... like it would work." I replied. "I don't want to think about her anymore. Let's just go." Hanako nodded and we resumed our journey, with the promise that I would get her two bags of chips for trying her best to beat Damona.

"I'm sorry that I failed you." Hanako said. Her shoulders sulked.

"You never 'fail' me, Hanako. You can't win 'em all." I said, patting her on the back. "Besides, that curse power was really cool. What is that?" I asked. "Insomni's never done anything like that, either."

"It's called a Soultimate move." Hanako explained. "It's a Yo-kai's signature move, of sorts. My power is cursing my enemy and draining their health." Hanako placed her hands behind her back as she floated, smiling; she loved to teach me things. She was intelligent, and I think deep down she enjoyed showing off. "Insomni's power is lowering all of her opponent's stats ... while keeping them awake, of course."

My life is turning into some kind of RPG now, isn't it? Did I happen to luck out with life's RNG when I met Insomni?

"I'll keep all of that in mind the next time Damona shows up or Netaballerina tries to piss me off." I said. "Come on, let's get going before Insomni wonders where we're at."

Later on at home, things were relatively normal: Hanako had taken her snacks and retired to the bathroom, getting back to work on her "Rear Gear" line, while Insomni had decided that she wanted to spend some time with me. Fortunately for me, that "time" included her being nude and bent over my lap while I sat on my bed. I ran a hand down her smooth, warm purple back, pausing just above her plump, supple purple ass. Recently, Insomni had been on a spanking kink, asking that I do so before we had sex. I thought it might have something to do with Espy reading our thoughts a while back, but I wasn't going to complain.

I took a firm squeeze of Insomni's ass, feeling the surprising warmth on my hand. For a spirit, she definitely wasn't the calm, clammy stereotype. If anything, doing anything sexual made her feel as warm as her insides. When the squeeze made Insomni gasp in surprise, I took advantage of the moment and gave her ass a hard smack--she moaned out, and I heard her quietly groan in pain when I gave her ass one more squeeze.

"Harder!" Insomni begged as I spanked her hard, seeing her ass jiggle from the force of my hand. "Punish me! I'll never do it again!"

Insomni's "punishments" were always for minor things, but she thought them up herself: I was to pretend she broke something expensive, or embarassed me in public--all things that were unlike her usual forceful, dominating personality.

Well, save for embarassing me in public. That was a common thing with her.

As my palm hit her rear once more, I took handfuls of her ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze, feeling her shiver from my grip. I always found myself getting into this, and had really started to enjoy it.

"That's the last time you humiliate me in front of people like that!" I said, slapping down harder as she moaned out in both pleasure and pain. "I don't care if only I can see you, you make me look crazy around people who can't! I'm sick of it!" I lifted my hand higher, smacking down with enough force to watch her ass jiggle again. Insomni's moan was louder this time, and I looked over to see her gripping the blanket under us from the rush I was sending through her body.

While giving Insomni another hard hit on her ass, loud enough that the sound of my spank echoing throughout the room, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I looked over, seeing that Hanako was watching us from the bedside. Insomni, who had her face buried in the blanket to muffle her own moans, didn't notice our audience; that was probably a good thing. Since the girls walking in on each other was a common thing by now, I gave Insomni another firm slap while looking into Hanako's eyes, giving her the most sexy-looking smirk that I felt I could make. Unfortunately for me, all Hanako did was cover her mouth with her hand in an attempt to hide her laughter.

That, combined with Insomni's strange, poor attempts at role-play, probably made this look a little ridiculous.

Hanako continued to watch us for another minute or so, floating closer to look at Insomni biting the blanket, thrashing her head around with each loud thwack on her purple ass. I looked at Hanako, and opened my mouth to speak.

The words just wouldn't leave my mouth.

"If I'm thinking what you're thinking, yes." Hanako nodded at me. She reached down and lifted her red dress, showing me her white panties with a small wet patch on the crotch as she turned away from me. I saw her trying to look at me out of the corner of her eye, watching with interest as I spanked Insomni once more. If this was actually arousing her and it wasn't just because of me, she was doing a poor job of hiding it. I decided to chalk it up to Hanako's usual curiosity as she floated back into the bathroom without another word.

While Hanako had been talking, I somehow failed to notice that Insomni had moved from my lap to the floor, floating between my legs. My attention was instantly pulled to her when she took my cock into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head back and forth, floating just slightly above the floor. I reached down and squeezed one of her breasts, moving that hand to the top of her head and gently moving her back and forth on my dick. I moaned quietly as she started to thrash her tongue around my sensitive spots, bobbing her head faster when I leaned back on the bed.

Although Insomni's blowjob felt amazing as usual, all I could think about was Hanako's wet panties as she watched me spank Insomni. Hanako had never really shown interest in a kink before, but this time she had watched us as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Perhaps it was just something she had never seen Insomni and I do before, and as I originally thought, she was just curious. It wasn't like Hanako to have kinks or fetishes; it was surprising enough that she wanted to have sex with me.

My trail of thought was interrupted by Insomni's tongue, which had started to tease and prod all around my cock head. Combined with her head bobbing speeding up by the second, my mind didn't have time to process everything before my orgasm hit hard.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" I moaned loudly, surprising myself at my sudden outburst and feeling my muscles tense up. I thrust my hips towards Insomni's face and felt her begin to suck as I shot cum into her mouth. She sucked on my cock like a vicegrip, not stopping her swirling tongue or moving head until every drop of my seed was in her mouth. When Insomni finally pulled away with a small 'pop!', she opened her mouth to show me the cum all over her tongue -- then gulped it down with a smile. She held her breasts in her hands, pushing them together and giving me a seductive smirk. She winked at me and floated above my lap -- positioning her wet, dripping pussy just above my still-erect cock.

As I felt her lower down and my cock slip inside of her, I had a strange thought: maybe keeping me awake and exhausted me with all of this sex was another part of Insomni's "Soultimate move." I wouldn't dare complain. Her warm, tight pussy clamped around me as she started to move up and down, placing her hands on my shoulders and looking into my eyes while licking her lips.

"I love you." Insomni said, beginning to bounce faster on my lap. "But it's a hard contest between you and--ahh! y-your cock!"

"I'll take that as a compliment." I grinned, reaching out and groping both of her breasts. My fingers sank into the warm, purple flesh, and I leaned in to gently brush my tongue against one of her hard, pink nipples. I put my lips around it and started to suckle on it, feeling Insomni run her fingers through my hair as I nursed on her breast. She sighed in pleasure as I continued to suck, feeling her pussy squeeze harder around my cock as she continued to move on it.

Even with Insomni moaning in my ear, I just know I heard another pleasured voice: namely, Hanako in the bathroom. It sounded as if she was masturbating, which just turned me on even more as I fucked Insomni faster with my face now buried in her bust. Insomni stroked my hair as she bounced on me, speeding up and causing her breasts to bounce around my head; the warm sensation along with the feeling of being trapped between her huge tits made my cock throb inside of her, almost to bursting point. I kept trying to hold back, but it was becoming progressively difficult. As our love making - or, let's be honest, intense fucking - continued, the sounds coming from the three of us became louder as time went on.

...

The next day, Hanako had decided to accompany me on a trip to Flower Road. Insomni, as if the plot demanded it, had decided to spend the day back in the Yo-kai World; something about meeting with another Yo-kai named Sandi. She didn't sound happy whatsoever when saying that name, but she disappeared before I could ask about it.

"Thanks for coming along." I said to Hanako. "It's been nice to spend more time with you."

"Sure." Hanako replied. "It's a very pretty day out, too. Do you have something in mind to pick up?"

"Well, no, not really." I said. I looked over at her, seeing her looking straight ahead as she floated. Something seemed different about her, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It took me a few moments before I noticed -- "Is your skirt shorter today?" I asked, reaching out and tugging on the rim of her little red skirt. Hanako blushed and slapped my hand away, pushing her skirt down to cover herself.

"I-It isn't! That's just your imagination!" Hanako stammered, shaking her head. "Why are you suddenly looking, anyway?"

"Why are you suddenly worried about it when I've seen what's under it multiple times?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "What are you hiding under there?" I teasing reached for her skirt again, with Hanako slapping at my hand. "It's not like you to act like this, what's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Hanako protested. "Come on, let's go shopping already!"

"You're cute when you're flustered." I said, chuckling. Hanako's face went a deeper red and she turned away from me; totally out of character for her. She was definitely cooking something up, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to know what.

Our first stop, Settle-In Bookstore, was one of my favorite places on the entire road. I was always looking for more volumes of manga I started, and since I had met Insomni I tended to look at books on paranormal activity. Most of them ended up being nothing more than bullshit or just plain laughable, but it was still cool to read about others' "experiences" with ghosts and the like. Hanako was looking through a book on fashion design, and only one person seemed to notice the book floating in mid-air while its pages turned on its own.

"I thought people could see you?" I whispered to Hanako, slowly walking up to her and trying to avoid suspicion.

"No one tried to summon me here. I'm as see-through as your personality." Hanako shrugged.

"Pardon me, I need to buy some fucking burn cream for that remark." I muttered. Hanako giggled and patted my head from her floating height above me. "Anyway, I'm gonna go pay for this stuff. Do you want that book? I'll get it for ya."

"No thanks, this is stuff that I taught myself." Hanako closed the book, placing it neatly back on the shelf. "I'll just read whatever you get. You're getting the new Specter Timepiece volume, right? And the art book too?"

"Well, duh." I smiled, nodding. "Why else would we even be in here?" Hanako smiled back and we headed for the front counter. As I engaged in small talk with the cashier, a very annoying noise kept getting in the way: the buzzing of a small, pain-in-the-ass fly. I gently swatted at it with my hand, shooing it off while continuing to chat.

"So yeah, we usually get more in on Tuesdays ..." The cashier was telling me about when the newest manga volumes come in, since I was buying so many at once. As we chatted, I absentmindedly swatted at the buzzing fly every few minutes or so, until my hand finally hit something -- something soft. I heard a quiet gasp, followed by a pained-sounding "Ouch..." and the look on my face paused the conversation. "Are you okay?" The cashier asked, waving a hand in front of my face. "Sir? You're spacing off on me, you okay?"

He couldn't see the blushing, shocked-looking Yo-kai floating in front of me with her hand on her behind. I had accidentally smacked Hanako's rear and she was none too thrilled. I tilted my head to look past her, which must've looked very weird to the man. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something fall on the counter; I had indeed hit the fly, who had turned into a little fly Yo-kai. Besides his regular apperance, he had a little top hat and cane, giving me a wave as he strolled off like a southern gentleman.

"Uh, yeah ... anywho, we'll see you next Tuesday." He said, handing me a full bag. His "friendly guy" look quickly changed to one of "you're weird, get the hell out of here," and I quietly walked away while feeling my cheeks grow hot from embarassment. Hanako silently followed me outside.

"You didn't have to hit me!" Hanako snapped at me after we left the store. "I didn't do anything! I'm not Insomni!"

"It was an accident!" I protested. "I'm sorry! Let's just go to the next place!"

As we walked down the road, nothing else really caught our attention: a butcher, a vegatable stand, a ramen shop ... mostly food, and neither of us happened to be hungry yet. Near the end of the road was a clothing store right next to a toy shop; I wanted to head into the latter, and of course Hanako the former, if only to see how many nicer her fashions were than a human designer's. It wasn't like Hanako to be vain, but I didn't see any problem in her being proud of herself.

I did notice that Hanako kept reaching behind and rubbing her rear, almost as if I had actually hurt her.

"It was an accident." I said. "It's not like I took a belt to your ass."

"You would know about hitting, wouldn't you?" Hanako said. "I suppose you have enough experimenting with Insomni's big, fat-"

"Language." I said, wagging a finger at her. "That's not proper for a young lady."

"I'M NOT a--oh, look at that!" Hanako's rage was subsided by an outfit in the window as she floated away from me.

As we walked into the clothing store, fittingly named Superior Style, Hanako was instantly drawn to the various outfits on display. I looked around as well, casually rummaging through a rack of mens' shirts but finding nothing too interesting. When I decided to look for Hanako again, I found her near the back of the store looking at something quite eye-catching: black, lacy, very pricy lingere. The black panties looked familiar, but I couldn't place where I had seen them before, and of course Hanako didn't exactly have the physical build for the bra.

"A little bit mature for you, isn't it?" I teased from behind. Hanako shivered from the surprise of my voice, jumping in place slightly. She turned around, and I just happen to see her skirt flutter from her fast movement.

"I'll have you know I'm older than you! I'm sev--" She began to lecture me. I nodded, cutting her off.

"You're seventy, I know." I replied. "You have eternal youth and scientists must hate that. What's got you so into that spicy little number on the wall?"

"Well, I ..." Hanako stammered. "It's ... it looks like ..." Suddenly, I remembered where I had seen this before. Without a second thought, I moved my hand up and casually - or as casually as possible - flipped up Hanako's skirt. Rather than white panties, she had on the same black, lacy, mature-looking lingere panties that she had worn when I first met her. "Hey!" Hanako protested, slapping my hand away once more. "You're a pervert!"

"And you're a floating bathroom fetish." I replied with a grin. "I thought you only wore those things because you designed them and you were just trying them out, or something." I said. "Why are you wearing such flashy panties on a shopping trip?"

"Because I'm a grown woman with grown woman needs!" Hanako said, turning away from me. "My clothing has nothing to do with you or me wanting to spend time with you!"

"Uh, okay then." I replied. "Whatever. They look nice on you, like usual." I complimented. Hanako turned to look at me, looking shifty-eyed.

"You're thinking 'but they would look nicer off,' aren't you?" Hanako asked. "Are you trying to turn today into a bad porn movie?"

"I thought no such thing." I said, turning away from her and feigning offense. "How dare you be exactly right all the time."

"It doesn't take long to learn your personality." Hanako grinned. "I know your dirty little mind as well as Espy probably does."

"Yeah, yeah. Enough banter, it looks like I'm standing in womens' underwear talking to myself." I said, hoping some of the nearby women didn't notice me standing in front of the sexy underwear talking to a pair of panties. "Let's get out of here and head home."

"Yeah, okay." Hanako agreed and floated behind me as I headed for the door. "Let's get a pizza for dinner, I'm getting-" her food order was cut off by a vibration; her phone was going off. She dug into her skirt pocket and pulled out a little pink cell phone, pressing a button and holding it to her ear. "This is Hanako." she said. I couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, but I watched as Hanako's expression turned from normal to surprised ... then disappointed ... then miserable.

"Something wrong?" I asked as we left the store. Hanako was still on the phone, frantically trying to assure whoever was on the other end.

"It was just a prototype design, you can't expect--I know we finalized it for the market, but it's a niche audience, so--okay! I'll meet you next week and we'll work it out!" With that, Hanako stopped the call and placed her phone back in her pocket. She turned to face me, and I've never seen her look more disappointed--even during her time evolved. "Rear Gear was ... not the success it was supposed to be." Hanako explained.

"What happened?" I asked. "You seemed really happy with what you thought up, and Cheeksqueek helped-"

"That was the problem." Hanako cut me off. "When I let Cheeksqueek help, his ... aroma seemed to somehow get into the prototypes. When the toys started to get mass-produced, they somehow still had Cheeksqueek's scent attached to them, and they all smelled so bad that the only Yo-kai who bought them were fart fetishists."

"That's a thing?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Everything is a thing!" Hanako replied loudly, anger in her voice. "Everything is arousing to someone! This was just an accident!" She floated away just a bit, still clearly fuming. "I knew testing out some of the toys with Cheeksqueek's mouth as a model was a bad idea! I should have just used you like I always do!"

"I'm not putting stuff in my-" I started, but paused when Hanako turned and floated towards me, her face in front of mine.

"I know, and look what happened!" Hanako snapped. "Now I'm selling a line of smelly toys that only the most disgusting Yo-kai would want, and there aren't many of those!"

"So just go back to the drawing board." I replied, resuming my walk. After a moment, Hanako floated next to me. "So you made one mistake. I'm sure you had a few of them whenever you changed from your bathroom life to your designer life."

"It wasn't that hard back then." Hanako replied. "Nate suggested that I change things up, and after that I decided to help produce other Yo-kai to make them the best they could be. Then I just happened to stop by my bathroom for nostalgia's sake one night, and there you were." Hanako floated in front of me, reaching out and poking my nose. "I was set to be the Yo-kai World's top designer and producer, and then you had to come along."

"And every day's been great, admit it." I grinned, walking past her. "It's not like I forbid you from having a life. You moved in with me when your skin cream messed with my dick, and I was happy to have you." Hanako appeared in front of me again, stopping me in my tracks.

"It wasn't supposed to turn out like this!" Hanako fumed, clenching her fists. "My name should be in every magazine imaginable! My picture on every cover!"

"Even the por-" My smartass remark was silenced by a firm slap across the cheek. I rubbed it, wincing in pain. "I was joking, jeez ... I'll help you however I can, you know that. What can we do to fix this?" Hanako placed a hand to her chin, floating in place.

"I don't know yet ..." Hanako sighed. "I know it's not your fault. It's just not very often that any of my plans fail, so I always take it really hard when they do."

"Don't feel that bad about it, it happens to everyone," I said. "It's not like you're going to get some kind of punishment just because a line didn't take off. I still don't know why you decided to add sex toys to beauty creams and clothing anyway, it seems a bit ... unrealistic." I didn't stop and think that my comment could potentially hurt Hanako's feelings, but it turns out I didn't need to worry; out of nowhere, she wore a big smile on her face.

"Whatever you just said, shut up!" Hanako exclaimed happily. "I have a fantastic idea! Come on, follow me!" Hanako grabbed my wrist and pulled, flying ahead while dragging me behind. I tried to run behind her, stumbling whenever she turned a corner.

"H-Hey! Where are we going?" I asked, almost tripping. Hanako didn't reply and continued to pull me down Flower Road until we reached an empty spot between two stores; a narrow, deserted alley. As Hanako pulled me inside, I turned my head to look at the people that were shopping; no one seemed to pay me any mind, so no one would follow us. After we went through the alley and ended up in an area between the road and another large building, Hanako released my wrist. Without a warning to regain my balance, I fell hard on the cement. "Damn it!" I groaned as I hit the ground. "That hurts!"

I looked around; the alley seemed to be made up of more alleys. Looking ahead, the road we were on went straight through, and there was another turn to the left. As I stood up, Hanako motioned for me to follow and took a left turn. I shrugged and started walking, continuing to look around as I did; there were traces of either an animal living here or maybe some Yo-kai--the roads were dirty and looked very unkept.

"Hurry up!" I heard Hanako shout from the back of the alley. As I turned, a very familiar, yet terrible odor entered my nostrils. I grabbed my nose and squeezed it, frantically looking around: this was Cheeksqueek's scent.

"Where is he?" I asked. Hanako seemed to know who I was referring to.

"This is where I met Cheeksqueek, so he probably lives here." She explained. "Other Yo-kai usually live here too, but they're out messing with humans today."

"What were you doing in an alley, anyway?" I asked, moving my hand and noticing the smell was beginning to fade.

"I heard rumors of a Yo-kai with a giant butt around Flower Road, and I noticed the smell coming from the alley when I went looking," Hanako said. She floated to the back wall of the alley, motioning for me to approach. "I didn't know that 'giant butt' meant his entire face, but I don't regret it. He was a good business partner."

"He was friendly, at least. Shame that he left his mark on your work." I replied. "Why are we back here?"

Hanako's positive attitude seemed to disappear in an instant. She started shaking a bit, and put her hands behind her back, staring at the ground as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. I walked closer, very confused at the sudden change in her mood.

"W-Well, I was thinking of something," Hanako stammered nervously. "You said it wasn't like I got some kind of punishment for failing, so maybe if I had that to worry about, I would be motivated to--I mean I would be driven to work harder, to avoid that!"

"You ... want me to punish you?" I asked with a shrug, "well, okay, I guess. No laptop for a week. Uh ... bad fashion designer. Bad."

"No!" Hanako protested, floating up to eye-level to give me a slap across the face. "Not THAT kind of punishment! I'm not a child!"

"Ow!" I rubbed my cheek in pain. "What the hell do you want, then?!"

"I ... want you to punish me the way you punished Insomni." Hanako slowly replied. Her face was even more red and the expression on her face was clear that she was afraid of a negative reaction. Rather than be amazed or disgusted, I was confused: what punishment did I give Insomni?

"What are you talking about?" I asked. "Are you wanting me to deny you sex for a week? Because we don't do it that much anyway, so-"

"I want you to spank me, idiot!" Hanako cut me off, clenching her fists and stamping a foot on the ground, throwing a little tantrum as she yelled at me. After she realized what she had just said, she quickly put her hands over her mouth, gasping. It was my turn to blush; this definitely wasn't what I had expected from her.

"Oh, is that it? I wasn't punishing Insomni, that's what she wanted!" I replied, smiling at her. "If that's all you wanted, you should have just said so!"

"I don't want it for pleasure ... exactly." Hanako replied. "I need it to hurt so I can remember the sting whenever I work on something new."

"That doesn't make any sense." I said, scratching my head. "You're asking me to do it because you don't want it, but you want it to hurt so you'll ... want me to do it?"

"Just bend me over your lap and hit my butt!" Hanako yelled again, clenching her fists and gently beating me on the chest. "Does it take a rocket scientist to figure it out?! Spanking interests me and I want to try it!"

"Okay, okay!" I gently pushed her away from my chest. "I get it! You want to do some punishment play and experiment with it, that's fine! It's cute!"

"It's NOT cute!" Hanako protested. "I am NOT a kid! I am SEXY!"

"Yes, you're incredibly sexy and any man or Yo-kai should be honored to have you, and I get to live that joy." I said, hoping to calm any further anger. Hanako crossed her arms, and nodded with a proud look on her face.

"That's better." She smirked. When I sat down on the hard, cement ground, Hanako slowly floated down towards me, and I watched as she moved to lay down on my lap, resting on her stomach. Slowly, with a trembling hand, I reached for her rear; I had touched Hanako many times in the past, so why was this making me nervous?

With a light, gentle tap, I touched her butt through her red dress. After a moment of silence, I heard a frustrated groan come from her; not good enough, apparently. She seemed to really want me to go through with this, and if that was the case, why not have fun with it? After a moment's thought, a sly smirk crossed my face: I could indeed have a good time with this. With a quick yank, I lifted up Hanako enough to pull her red dress up her body, placing her back down when I had a good view of her "mature" black panties. The lace and flower pattern on them just screamed "adult," or at least they did to her--whatever makes her happy, I guess.

I reached down to the top of her panties, pulling the band up and moving my fingers away, letting it snap against her back. I heard a quiet "eep!" from Hanako and felt her jump a bit in surprise. I chuckled to myself and ran my hand down her panty-covered ass, feeling the soft, silk garment against my fingers. They were nothing like the typical white schoolgirl panties that one would think she wore at first glance, but I was just fine with that. I gave her another tap on the ass, but this one was much harder than the last--I heard her mutter something followed by "harder..." which told me I had started to do this correctly.

"If I hit hard enough, will it jiggle?" I teased, tapping her right ass cheek.

"I'm not fat, you jerk!" Hanako snapped at me. I snickered, and reached up a bit higher before smacking down harder on her rear. I could feel her entire body tremble and a louder moan come from her as the sound of my hand cracking against her bare skin could be heard. While the panties were nothing like a thong, they hugged her form quite nicely.

"Don't talk back to me!" I said, feigning anger as I lifted up my hand. When I hit her ass cheek once more, she groaned in pain, yet I could tell she wanted more. "You're supposed to be perfect every time! You can't get something wrong!" Crack. Another hard spank made her shudder. "You know what? These panties are just in the way. Let's get rid of them."

"W-What?" Hanako asked. I lifted her up enough to have room, quickly pulling the panties down her legs to her ankles. They stretched out from her parted legs. "What are you trying to pull?!" She asked.

"Your panties down, obviously." I replied with a smartass tone. "Now then, let's make sure my little Yo-kai producer learns her place." I raised my hand higher than ever and quickly waved it down; I could feel the wind move past it from the speed of my movement. The sound of my hand coming into contact with Hanako's bare, pale, petite ass was loud enough that if any Yo-kai were around, we would have drawn attention. I could feel a bulge developing in my pants as Hanako released a loud, pain-filled yet pleasured-sounding moan. I looked at her ass before I moved again -- pale skin, cute cheeks, and a red hand mark from my recent spank. I looked over, seeing she had turned around to face me. She had tears in her eyes, I assume from the pain.

"Are you even TRYING to punish me?!" Hanako glared at me, moving up a hand to wipe her eyes. The blush on her face was a deeper red as she looked into my eyes. "Do it properly! Don't you want me to learn? You're no partner of mine if you can't even discipline me!"

"Fine! I'll teach you to never fail again!" I snapped at her. Without a moment's pause, I raised my hand up and pushed down hard, loud enough that I pondered if I had seriously hurt her. The loud groan and heavy breathing from Hanako told me that I had nothing to worry about. As I spanked her once more, I felt something on my lap; something wet. I lifted Hanako's body off my lap, with a groan of annoyance from her; there was a wet spot under where Hanako had been laying. Hanako looked at me, with an ever redder face and an expression that said "not a word." I simply smirked at her and raised an eyebrow, quietly taunting her before gently placing her back on my lap. "Now you decide to get aroused from your punishment? These are my good pants, you little failure of a designer!"

"I'm sorry! Ouch!" Hanako yelled out in pain when my hand met the smooth, soft skin of her ass once more. "It wasn't on purpose! It's because I love you--ow!" Her apology was cut off with another hard spank. "I promise I'll be better next time! I'll look over my designs twice! I'll never disappoint you again! I only got wet because your erection rubbed against my-ouch! That hurts!"

"No excuses! Excuses are for children, so you'll be punished like one!" I cut her off, hitting her ass once again.

"B-But I'm not a child! I'm s-sexy-ouch! That stings!" Hanako whined. Her begs for more, moans from pleasure, and shouts from pain had begun to drive me crazy; not enough to cum from contact, but enough that I wanted nothing more than to punish my short partner. I raised up my hand and pushed it down with as much speed as I could -- the loud crack from our contact was so loud that Hanako's shout of pain hurt my ears. As I heard this, I felt another sensation on my pants--another wet one, at that.

I looked down, seeing her ass was quite red from her punishment. I was afraid that if I continued hitting her, I may cause a bruise. I gently laid my hand on her rear; it felt warm to the touch, and I could see the red spot even under my hand. I didn't realize I had hit her this hard, but once she started asking for more I seemed to have lost myself in the moment. I looked over at her, and heard her sniffle from crying.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "That was pretty loud. Did you cum from the spanking, or something?" Hanako turned to look at me and shook her head; she looked humiliated and tears were running down her face. I slowly lifted her up and looked down at my lap, seeing quite a large wet spot on my pants. This certainly wasn't arousal showing, and an unsual smell flowed into my nose, which I was quick to recognize. "Hanako, did you ... have an accident on me?" I asked.

"I-I'm sorry! I thought I came, but t-that last smack being so hard surprised me and I tried to relax myself and I ... I'm not a child!" Hanako protested despite the fact that I wasn't arguing; the tears started to flow down her face faster as she looked away from me. I moved her body up to hug her, feeling her rest her head against my chest. I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"It's okay, Hanako. Everyone makes mistakes." I whispered. I heard her sniffle from sadness once more, but when I looked down I saw that her eyes were closed. I didn't realize how much this took out of her, but I suppose her first time would of course be a bit of a challenge on her endurance. It took some effort, but I awkwardly pulled her panties down her ankles and off her feet; I didn't want to put them back on her and get them wet. I carried her home, hearing her heavy breathing when she fell asleep in my arms.

As we walked back into Flower Road, I noticed a TV in the front window of one of the shops. A female reporter was standing in front of Mount Wildwood, with the fence behind her that lead to the Crank-a-kai. I approached the window and felt Hanako stirring in my arms--I looked down, seeing her looking at the television as the reporter started to speak.

"Recently, there have been reports of small children seeing a strange, purple-haired woman here on Mount Wildwood," the woman stated. "Although she has only been spotted by young boys, some men have also reported feeling a strange presence when camping at the nearby vacant areas."

It can't be. There's no fucking way.

"The young boys have said that this woman tries to lure them into the woods with jelly donuts that she strangely refers to as 'rice balls.' The police force investigating this crime are clueless as to what this strange name could mean, but some of the detectives assume that this is a new form of drug." The woman kept a straight face while saying this, but I couldn't help but crack up. A small smile crossed Hanako's lips as well.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the end of her report--at least, not for me.

"Police have no leads on who this mystery woman could be, but one fact has been confirmed." At those words, I blinked as something changed on-screen. The woman's eyes slowly turned purple, and a black aura surrounded her body. She leaned in close, looking directly into the camera as if she was trying to look through the television screen. "What Damona wants, Damona GETS."

My laughing stopped instantly and I stared at the television. The reporter wasn't Damona, but the Yo-kai princess was there in spirit--literally. Hearing Damona's little "motto" always made me feel uncomfortable, and this time was no exception.

My legs started to tremble and feel like jelly as those eyes looked into mine, piercing my gaze--the woman was looking at me, not the camera. Me. I could hear a wicked-sounding laugh in my head; it sounded familiar, but strange at the same time. I had definitely heard this before, but remembering it didn't make me happy. Was this something I was trying to repress?

Why did just the sight of Damona seem to terrify me? I had never met her before I freed her, right? But if that was the case, why do so many things about her seem so familiar?

After a moment, the black aura faded and the woman, who looked exhausted, fell off-screen. The news crew ran-on scree, calling her name and trying to pick her up. The picture changed to colored off-air bars seconds later. Hanako tugged on my shirt, and I looked down at her. I could feel beads of sweat running down my face.

"What's wrong?" Hanako asked. "Are you hot?" I shook my head.

"I ... d-don't k-know." I stammered. "I wanna go home. Right now." I started to walk, hugging Hanako close but not enough to cut off her air. "I need to get away from here for some reason."

"But it's just a lady!" Hanako protested. "Come on, what's wrong? Tell me!"

I kept quiet, despite her attempts to get an answer out of me. To be honest, I didn't have an explanation.

The walk back to the apartment was a quick, silent one. I had forgotten entirely that I stuffed Hanako's panties into my pocket, and ignored the wet feeling on my crotch. I ran upstairs, taking care to hold Hanako close, as I walked into my small home. From my frantic desire to get inside, I failed to notice something new: an American flag had pierced the hard wood of the apartment's railing, waving in the breeze.

Those piercing, purple eyes that looked into my very soul. The American flag, and the mention of jelly donuts. At the time, I had no idea what these things meant for me, and I still wish I never found out.

Life with Yo-kai wasn't always fun.
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