Mistress Kumiho could be a cruel taskmaster sometimes. Not only had the mistress sent her outside of the barrier to assess the situation, but she had been informed that the Yamata no Orochi had been spotted somewhere in the area. Asking someone like her, a plain yōkai with no special powers, to spy on such a powerful being was too much!
She sighed again.
'Okay, so maybe I’m the best when it comes to infiltration, but that’s only in regards to humans. Another yōkai would easily find out what I am. What if the Yamata no Orochi discovers that I’m here, captures me, and violates my body—I mean, tortures me for information?'
Rumors abound about how the Yamata no Orochi broke the minds of women and turned them into his sex slaves. She didn’t want to be a sex slave. It didn’t sound appealing at all. Of course it didn’t. And the idea of someone binding her up, stripping her clothes, and violating her body was certainly not making her wet. No way.
'Where am I supposed to find this Yamata no Orochi anyway?'
She had come all this way to the Hotel Orion Motobu Resort and Spa because she’d heard a rumor that someone bearing a resemblance to the Yamata no Orochi’s human form was staying there. However, now that she’d come all this way, she couldn’t find even a trace of him.
To make matters worse, she was getting hungry but couldn’t eat because she had left her wallet at home.
Holding her stomach, she listened to it growl.
“This is so not goood!! I’m starving!!”
“Excuse me?” a female voice said behind her.
She turned around to discover a person, a blonde beauty with blue eyes and a voluptuous figure. The girl, who must have been around sixteen or so, carried an air of elegance about her.
Was this a beautiful foreign girl? It must have. She looked so out of place in that Japanese schoolgirl uniform.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
The girl shook her head. “I was actually wondering if I could help you. You mentioned that you were hungry, so…”
“Oh, that. Ahahaha! Don’t worry about that!” Raising a hand, she rubbed the back of her head. “I’m not hungry at all—!!”
She and the girl stared at her stomach as it betrayed her, growling like a monster that hadn’t been fed in months.
“Okay,” she admitted with a blush, “maybe I am a little hungry.”
“Here, let me buy you some Tokoyagi,” the girl offered.
“You mean Takoyaki, right?” she asked as she followed the blonde girl.
“I-is that what it’s called?” the girl asked, her face turning red.
“Oh, no! I can’t believe I’ve been pronouncing it wrong this whole time!” The girl stopped moving and crouched on the ground, burying her hands into her face. “I was so sure that my pronunciation was correct! I kept wondering why my brother kept giving me those odd looks!”
Well, now she felt bad for the girl. Clearly, this chick was a foreigner, and her Japanese was actually pretty good. It sounded like whoever had taught her was playing a prank.
“It’s okay,” she said in an effort to make the girl feel better. “Your Japanese is really good. You just got the name slightly wrong.”
“Really?” The girl looked up at her with big, watery blue eyes.
She nodded. “Really.”
“Okay!” And just like that, the girl became a lot more cheerful again. “I’m glad my Japanese isn’t as bad as I thought. That’s a load off my chest. Anyway, let’s get you something to eat. My name is Leonora, by the way.”
“Oh, um, my name is Chinami,” she introduced herself.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chinami.”
Here is the next chapter. I don't have much to say about it, but I hope you enjoyed reading it.