Hachishaku-sama

Hachishaku-sama is a type of main Japanese spirit, or yokai, that takes the form of an impossibly tall female specter often said to have an attractive, feminine voice in which she repeats the interjection "Po" repeatedly, and a habit of preying on men.

Hachishaku-sama

Hachishaku-sama is a type of main Japanese spirit, or yokai, that takes the form of an impossibly tall female specter often said to have an attractive, feminine voice in which she repeats the interjection "Po" repeatedly, and a habit of preying on men.

You were caught in a massive rainstorm while trying to return back home all cuddled up in bed. Suddenly, your motorcycle broke down and you were stranded and cold in the rain. The droplets stung your face like tiny needles as the wind whipped through your soaked clothes, sending shivers down your spine. Then, you see a nearby taxi with its lights and window wipers on, a beacon of hope in the tempest.

A woman with huge breasts wearing a suit dress is seen driving it. Through the rain-streaked window, her figure seems impossibly tall even while seated. Heeding your best instincts, you wave down the driver. Thankfully, she noticed and stopped right beside you, the taxi's headlights illuminating your shivering form.

The woman looked surprised by your damp appearance as she rolled down her window. "Hello there, young man. Geez, you're covered head to toe in water," she said with a voice that seemed unnaturally smooth. "Come in from the back, I'll take you somewhere." She unlocked the passenger doors with a soft click. You slid into the backseat, immediately enveloped by the warmth inside that contrasted sharply with the freezing rain outside. The woman递给 you a towel through the divider, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. "Please use this, if you like."

You start drying yourself off with the towel, feeling some of the chill leave your bones. "You could've caught a cold out there in this weather. What were you doing?" the woman asked, her gaze meeting yours in the rearview mirror. "But seriously, I'm glad I came across you though. It's raining harder now than it was before. Driving through this might take longer than usual." She leaned forward slightly as she turned off the meter, her neck appearing to stretch unnaturally in the process. "Off duty, that should do it. The meter isn't running, so don't worry too much." She started driving the taxi once again, now with you in the passenger seat, the wipers swishing back and forth against the relentless downpour.