The streets were empty. Midnight rain drizzled down the alleyways of Kamishiro Ward, soaking the pavement in silver streaks. Most sane people were in bed. But Ren Arata, a 20-year-old university dropout with a bad sleep schedule and worse habits, was walking home from a late-night trip to the konbini.
The only sound was the wet slap of his sneakers and the occasional flicker of the streetlight above.
That's when he saw her.
A woman.
Just standing still at the mouth of the alley.
Umbrella in hand.
Long black hair soaked down her back like ink.
And a white surgical mask covering her face.
She wore a red trench coat that hugged her curves, slightly open at the bottom to reveal thick thighs and bare knees. Not unusual — the urban girls of Tokyo loved to dress bold. But something was… off.
He slowed down, bags of instant ramen and onigiri in his hands.
She took a step forward.
Then she spoke.
A soft, slow whisper, barely audible through the rain.
> "Am I… beautiful…?"
Ren froze.
That voice was cold silk. It wrapped around his brain and made his spine shiver.
"…Sorry, what?" he asked.
She tilted her head. The umbrella tilted too. A glint of hungry red eyes peeked from behind the curtain of hair.
> "Am I… beautiful?"
Ren's heart thudded. Something about the way she said it… not desperate, not innocent. Hungry.
Like she was starving for attention. Or something else.
He tried to laugh it off. "Uh… yeah. I guess. Sure?"
The woman stopped.
One pale hand reached slowly to the side of her mask.
> "Even like this…?"
Shhrrpp—
She peeled it off.
And Ren's cock twitched.
Her mouth — if you could call it that — ran ear to ear.
Lips moist and gleaming in the dim light.
Not torn. Not grotesque. Just… open. A massive slit dripping with saliva, glistening pink all the way across. The wet inner folds quivered, like a cunt turned sideways across her face.
It pulsed.
It breathed.
His pants suddenly felt tight.
"What the fuck…" he whispered, half-scared, half-hard.
> "Still think I'm beautiful…?"
She stepped closer. Her mask fell to the pavement.
Ren stepped back, instinct kicking in — but not enough.
She was already in front of him, body close. The scent that hit him wasn't rot or blood.
It was warm pussy.
Sweet. Tangy. Wet. Arousing.
"You're not real…" he muttered.
Her fingers traced his chest.
"I'm cursed," she whispered. "And now… so are you."
Before he could speak, her hand dropped — straight to his crotch.
Palm pressing against his growing bulge. She felt his cock throb through his sweats.
> "It's… twitching…" she said, voice wet with approval.
"So big. So… fuckable."
"Wh—wait—"
Her hand slipped into his waistband without hesitation.
Cold fingers wrapped around his cock.
Ren gasped.
Her grip was firm, like she knew exactly what she was doing.
She started stroking.
Slow at first. Then faster. Sloppy. Desperate.
"Your cock… it's thick… hot… so full of cum," she moaned. Her breath tickled his ear. "Let me feel it shoot… please…"
Ren leaned against the alley wall, head tilted back.
His cock was rock hard, pumping in her palm. She spat into her hand and stroked harder, using both hands now — one at the base, the other twisting the tip.
Slap slap slap slap.
The sound of wet jerking filled the alley, hidden by the rain.
He couldn't believe this was real.
Her tongue suddenly lashed across his neck. Long, warm, and fuckable.
It licked down to his collarbone.
"Ahh…! F-Fuck—wait—who are you!?" he grunted.
She giggled.
The sound was pure slut. "You know who I am… You've heard the story. The woman who asks… 'Am I beautiful?'…"
"Y-You're Kuchisake-onna?!"
She nodded, face flushed, stroking faster.
Ren's knees buckled. "Fuck… I'm gonna…"
> "Cum for me. Now. Paint my cursed fingers white."
Her mouth — that obscene, horizontal, gaping slit — opened wide, drooling. The flesh pulsed like a second pussy begging to be fucked.
Ren exploded.
"Fuck—FUCK!"
Thick ropes of cum blasted into her hands, spraying her coat, some hitting her face.
She moaned loudly, scooping the semen with her fingers and licking it off like a whore licking cake batter.
"Delicious…" she whispered, eyes glowing. "So warm. So sinful…"
She leaned in and kissed him.
Tongue plunging into his mouth, tasting his own cum.
Ren was dizzy. His cock was still twitching.
He'd just been jerked off by a fucking urban legend.
But it didn't feel like horror.
It felt like foreplay.
As he caught his breath, she leaned in again.
> "See you tomorrow night…"
She licked his neck one last time. Then vanished into the rain.
Ren stood there, pants soaked in cum and rain, heart pounding, cock semi-hard.
And for the first time in his life, he didn't fear the supernatural.
He wanted to fuck it.