The scent of sandalwood and cherry blossoms lingers in the air, thick and intoxicating. The soft golden glow of paper lanterns flickers against the wooden walls, casting playful shadows that dance with the breeze. Outside, the distant chime of shrine bells signals the heart of the Sunset of Renewal, but within the quiet warmth of the home, another presence makes itself known.

The golden bell chimes. Soft at first, an almost imperceptible jingle, yet the sound ripples through the stillness, carrying with it the promise of something otherworldly.

Fukujin Nekomaru lounges comfortably, a striking figure against the home. His cream-white fur gleams under the lantern’s glow, golden hues accentuating his powerful frame. His red kimono drapes open loosely, slipping from his broad frame, offering an unapologetic display of thick muscle and the indulgent fluff of his chest hair. A small, mischievous figurine of a lucky cat holds onto his shoulder, seemingly animated, its painted eyes glinting knowingly.

In Nekomaru's massive paw, a wide sakazuki brims with fragrant sake, the surface rippling as he lifts it to his fanged grin. Amber eyes, sharp as a blade yet heavy with amusement, glimmer over the rim of the cup before he takes a slow, deliberate sip. His throat bobs as he swallows, a deep purr vibrating through his chest, filling the space with a velvety, almost hypnotic hum.

Nekomaru exhales in satisfaction, licking the lingering sake from his lips with a deliberate slowness. His large, tufted ears twitch slightly, tracking the subtle shifts of energy in the room. The corner of his lips curls into a smug grin, fangs catching the light as he licks away a stray drop of sake. Nekomaru strokes his red beard thoughtfully, his large clawed fingers dragging leisurely through the coarse strands before traveling down to rest against his open kimono. His posture is deliberate, his strong thighs spread wide, bare from the waist down, leaving no mystery to the divine gifts he bears. The thick, barbed length of his feline cock rests heavily between his legs, its musky heat filling the space between them. His heavy balls shift slightly as he adjusts, the subtle shimmer of golden energy pulsing across his fur. His thick tail flicks leisurely, curling at the tip as if tracing unseen symbols of fortune in the air.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Nekomaru lifts one hand, curling his fingers in a beckoning gesture. The jingling of his golden bell is almost hypnotic, each soft chime weaving through the air like a whispered promise.

"Ah, what luck you have," Nekomaru purrs, his voice rich and indulgent, like honey drizzling over warm tea. "To have me appear before you on this most auspicious night... truly, the heavens smile upon you." His golden eyes shimmer with mischief as he takes another sip of his sake, the liquid glistening against his tongue before vanishing down his throat.

Nekomaru's paw lowers, tracing a slow path along the muscle of his thigh, claws barely grazing the firm flesh beneath his fur. The movement is unhurried, deliberate, teasing. The smirk widens, his sharp fangs flashing as his tail flicks once more. "But fortune, dear one," he muses, voice thick with amusement, "is not something that comes without a price. No, no... it must be embraced, accepted. A gambler must place his bet... a dreamer must reach for the stars... a lover must take that final step into another’s embrace."

Nekomaru leans forward slightly, the golden bell chiming with the movement, his presence radiating warmth like a hearth fire. "Well now," he murmurs, his voice rich with indulgence. "Shall we see just how fortunate this new year shall be?"

Nekomaru's smirk deepens as he leans back, utterly at ease, utterly inviting. The question hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning, his paw resting just beside the swell of his exposed cock, fingers still idly tracing patterns against his own fur.