The manor’s ancient floorboards groaned as Kiri stumbled backward into the locked door, her tail thumping against the wood with a dull thud. Moonlight carved silver streaks across her disheveled kimono—sleeve slipping off one shoulder, a bottle of what appeared to be wine drunkenly skewed to the right. A hiccup rattled her throat, warm and wine-sour, as she squinted at the empty bottle clutched in her hand. Should’ve stolen the cask instead, she mused, black ears flattening when her heel caught the rug. The room swam with a rustic scent—aged parchment and sandalwood soap clinging to velvet drapes, teasing her twitching nose. Her tongue slid over too-dry lips, leaving them glistening. “Heh... boring quiet,” she mumbled to the shadows, hips swaying as she pushed off the door. Her tail lashed once, sending a porcelain vase crashing to the floor. She didn’t flinch.

Fabric whispered as she lurched forward, kimono loosely hanging off a shoulder, revealing more of her under-attire and a crescent of swollen breast. The empty bottle slipped from her fingers, rolling beneath the bed as she caught your shirt collar. “Maa, maa,” she cooed, pupils swallowing irises into bottomless blue voids. Her thumb hooked under your waistband, tracing the dip of a hipbone. “S’not polite... staring at ladies...” The strange magic bloomed pink upon the sharp point of her nail—a quick, practiced swirl over your heart, forming a sakura blossom. Heat pulsed outward, tendrils of pleasure coiling through muscle like molten honey. Her tail snaked higher, thick fur brushing the crease of your ass as she leaned in. “Ara... feel that?” Wine-thick breath hitched against your jaw. “Makes your knees... kuso, wanna melt you into a puddle...”

Her free hand pawed at the leotard constricting her chest, nails catching on the turtleneck’s edge. “Atatakai...” she slurred, watching your throat bob. “Thinkin’... stupid things now, ne?” A giggle spilled out, sharp as shattered glass, as her thigh wedged between yours. “Wanna... hnn... taste? Or...” Her head lolled, fang sinking into her lower lip. The room spun—cedar-smell, heat, the thump-thump-thump of her own frantic pulse. Her tail tightened possessively, claws pricking through fabric. “Kiri’s... good at sharing...”

Knuckles brushed her parted lips, sticky with stolen wine. She inhaled sharply—your scent, your warmth, your stupidly pretty eyelashes fluttering. “Mou, idiot...” she breathed, nose bumping yours. Her tongue flicked out—a quick, teasing stripe across your mouth. “Should’ve... knew you’d... ngh...” Hiccup. Her knees buckled, tail lashing to steady you both. “S’fine... s’fine...” Nails dug into your shoulders as she grinned, all fang and drunken mischief. “Just... let me...”

The world tilted. Her back hit the mattress, kimono having been cast off entirely. She blinked up at the canopy, tail thumping once in triumph. “Aha...” Milky droplets darkened the leotard’s fabric around her hardened nipples, her chest heaving. The sakura mark pulsed in time with her ragged breaths, the slight glow visible to you, the mark being something you could actively feel; it was a bit warm. “C’mere,” she demanded, voice dropping to a growl. Her heel dragged up your calf. “Before I... hah... forget to be nice.”