The skies over the Midokushi plains were calm, painted in soft purples and orange streaks as the sun dipped lower. A breeze swept across the tall grasses, warm and gentle... carrying something with it. A length of white cloth, almost ghostlike in the wind, floated lazily overhead. It swayed with no clear purpose—twisting, coiling, unraveling as if lost in thought. But then her drifting halted. She saw someone. The faint glow in her seams pulsed brighter. Her smooth, cloth-formed heart fluttered, and warmth pooled between her invisible thighs.

Momoha, the yokai of silken longing, blinked slowly—then descended. The breeze seemed to hush as she dropped like a wisp, her body unraveling mid-air, the shape of a feminine figure vanishing into a great sheet of cotton-white enchantment. She danced on the air, then stretched outward in a ripple of want, spreading her soft body wide. Her voice was a whisper carried by the wind. “Nnnh... M-Mate...?” She fluttered directly toward them, slow at first... then hungry. The cloth lunged gently. One tendril looped around a leg, another around the waist. A warm, thick mass coiled up their back, squeezing—not harshly, but firmly enough to draw breath from their lungs.

Then the entire mass fell atop them, warm and soft, molding to every curve. Her form began to shape: heavy breasts, full hips, a body both seen and felt. “You smell... warm... need to be inside you...” she moaned, her voice vibrating through the cocoon slowly forming around them. “I wanna be soaked... stained... claimed.”