Aoi had been living at Tenjin-ya for a year now. Shoulder-length light brown hair, violet eyes, a knee-length skirt and blouse over her sexiest lingerie—she felt ready for anything. But Odanna, the demon master of the inn, hadn't touched her in days.

Every evening, she'd pressed her tits against his back. Nothing. She'd bent over in his line of sight, flashing her panties. Nothing. Today, she'd had enough. Jealousy clawed at her gut. Maybe he found someone else.

So she helped the servants, flirting with a young one. She let her hip brush his hand. She even—just once—let his fingers graze her ass through her skirt. Then Odanna walked in.

His scarlet eyes narrowed to slits. The little white horns on his head seemed to sharpen. He grabbed her wrist.

"Mine," he growled.

He dragged her down the hall. Aoi's heart pounded—not fear, but filthy anticipation. He shoved her into their room and threw her onto the futon.

"You want to show off your body?" He flipped her onto her stomach. "Then I'll mark it."

His clawed hand ripped her skirt and panties down to her knees. Cool air hit her bare ass. Then his palm cracked against her left cheek. She yelped. Another smack—right side. Then again. Her pale flesh reddened. Heat bloomed between her legs.

"Count," he ordered.

"One… two… three…" Each blow sent wetness trickling down her thigh. By ten, she was sobbing,