"Ah! We forgot the guest!" The elder catgirl sister finally licked the last smear of cream from her lips, suddenly remembering the bored-looking Fang Zuo sitting nearby.
She bowed deeply at 90 degrees. "Sumimasen! What would the guest like to do?"
"Onee-chan, the guest wants lewd play," the younger sister added, her little tongue still absently tracing her finger where cream had been.
"Oh? We only accept cash here, sir," the elder sister stated, sharp eyes scrutinizing Fang Zuo.
"Don't worry." Fang Zuo patted his wallet again. "Money's no issue."
"Hai! Then let us sisters prepare something special!" The elder sister swiftly produced a glass of pale liquid from behind the counter. "Please enjoy our house special plum wine first, sir. Specially prepared for you! It gives energy and stamina... makes things last longer~"
Fang Zuo glanced at the offered wine, then back at the pair of expectant beauties.
The elder sister tilted her head with a sweet smile. Behind her, the younger sister swallowed nervously.
Curious about their plan, Fang Zuo took a large gulp.
"Sumimasen! We'll go change! Please finish it all, sir!" The elder sister nodded with satisfaction, quickly grabbing her younger sister and pulling her into the back room.
After just the second sip, an unnatural wave of fatigue crashed over Fang Zuo. He slumped forward, face down on the table.
Peering cautiously around the corner, the twin sisters monitored him.
"Onee-chan! Asleep! He's out!"
"Shh! Wait a few more minutes."
Confirming he was truly motionless, they finally skipped out.
The younger sister immediately snatched Fang Zuo's wallet.
"Ehhh?! Onee-chan! He lied! He's broke!" she wailed, holding up the nearly empty wallet.
"Nani?!" The elder sister grabbed it, turning it upside down. Two wrinkled 1000 yen notes and a few coins fluttered out. Nothing else.
"Damn it! He tricked us! So poor!" The elder sister looked ready to cry. "This barely covers the plum wine! And that had Auntie Fox's special medicine in it!"
"Doesn't matter. His clothes look decent. Wake him up and make him pay," the elder sister gritted her teeth, beckoning her sibling.
With Fang Zuo limp, he felt his arms lift. Each sister grabbed one arm, hoisting him effortlessly towards the inner room.
Working quickly, they stripped off his suit jacket, undid his shirt buttons, and yanked down the zipper of his trousers.
A flurry of light, feathery kisses landed on his cheeks and bare chest.
"Onee-chan... do I have to kiss him too? We never kissed before... we're losing money!" the younger sister whined, pouting.
"The others paid easily when they woke up! We need to make it convincing this time, or how can we charge him?" The elder sister efficiently smudged her lipstick and pressed a final kiss mark onto his chest.
"Hey! Wake up, mister!" Four small hands jostled Fang Zuo vigorously.
The elder sister channeled a tiny pulse of spiritual energy straight at Fang Zuo's temple.
"Mmn... where... am I?" Fang Zuo played along perfectly, groggily opening his eyes and sitting up.
He found himself in a cozy, overly pink Japanese-style room. Stuffed cat toys filled the corners. A large, inviting futon lay in the center. Folding fans adorned the walls, a decorative katana stood propped up. Delicate lingerie lay draped over a painted folding screen.
Kneeling formally on either side of him were the twin catgirls.
Still in their maid dresses, but their underclothes were gone.
The younger sister's immense breasts strained the material, creamy white curves spilling dangerously over the top. They quivered softly with every breath, only slightly smaller than Shiraishi Nagisa's notorious pair.
The elder sister appeared well-covered... until she shifted. Her prodigious, round hips, overflowing the confines of her maid skirt (which now resembled a handkerchief), dominated her posture.
Both had their furry tails now, clearly visible and twitching restlessly behind them.
"Hai! Guest, you're awake! Services rendered! Time to pay now~" The elder sister smiled seductively, extending an open palm.
"200,000 yen, arigatou!" The younger sister chimed in, bowing deeply, her own hands raised appealingly overhead.
"100,000 yen per person," the elder sister clarified, her cat ears twitching meaningfully.
Fang Zuo blinked. Well, this twin-scam is impressively smooth.
"Ehh~ Guest, surely you do have money?" The elder sister's smile vanished. "No money? Then we call security. Kabukicho belongs to Councilman Lee's people, you know."
"Hai! They're very scary! They'll beat you and call the police!" The younger sister's tail shot straight up, her wide eyes blinking innocently. "But pay nicely? Nothing bad happens~"
Interesting little half-breeds, Fang Zuo mused internally. Though pitifully weak spiritually, they were stronger than humans. Most such creatures drained lifeforce, or worse – consumed blood, flesh, and even souls. These two? Their 'terrifying' scam seemed almost charmingly harmless by comparison. For just a bit of cash, they'd even sacrificed their (apparently first) kisses. The price was... reasonable. Great value, really. Yet, they fumbled desperately over mere pennies. Admirable, if naive.
How do creatures this innocent even survive in Tokyo? These past days revealed the city teeming with monsters and Onmyoji maintaining a fragile peace. Back home, cultivators hid in mountains, avoiding karma; monsters were hunted or tamed almost to extinction. Small ones? Forget it. Here was a whole different ecosystem.
Fang Zuo chuckled softly. He stood, calmly buttoning his shirt.
"You already saw my wallet. Only 2000 yen. Take it."
The elder sister stiffened. Her ears fluttered rapidly. She scrambled back, putting distance between them, eyes now wary.
"Uh-oh! Onee-chan! He knew! He wasn't drugged!" The younger sister gasped, covering her mouth with her paws.
"Who are you?" The elder sister hissed, pulling her sister protectively behind her. Her ears pointed straight up; her tail bristled. "An Onmyoji? An Exorcist? From which clan? Or from a monster tribe?"
"Ehhh~ We never did anything bad, though!" The younger sister poked her head out, only to have it firmly pushed back by her sister.
"Relax. I'm neither," Fang Zuo stated, finally zipping up his trousers. "I came to ask you something."
"Sumimasen! I know nothing!" The elder sister cut him off instantly, shaking her head emphatically. "Ask nothing! We know nothing!"
Refusing before I even ask? Fang Zuo frowned. They clearly know something significant and have jumped to conclusions about my intentions.
Fine. I'll just take it.
The thought was barely formed.
The elder sister's eyes widened. She pushed her younger sister frantically towards the door. "Run! I'll hold him off!"
Yet, in the very next heartbeat, she collapsed to her knees before Fang Zuo, pressing her forehead to the floor in utter submission. Her voice was thick with resignation and... something else.
"Sumimasen... let my sister go... I'll sign a spirit pact... I'll serve the Master..."
She raised her head. Her face was flushed with a sudden, seductive heat. Her gaze became heavy-lidded, radiating an almost hypnotic allure.
She shifted subtly. The little cat tail vanished, replaced by a thick, soft, luxuriously fluffy fox tail swaying behind her ample hips.
"I'm part cat, part fox... I have... a special talent in this," she murmured, the words thick with promise. "No one understands a man's needs like I do. Let me serve you, Master."