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With a dramatic wave of her arm, Mima directs everyone's attention to the cake at the center of the table. The enormous confection twitches once, twice, and then the top explodes off of it in a surprisingly musical fanfare; the music, though you have no idea where it comes from, continues as the cake's lid tumbles to the floor forgotten, and a pair of scantily clad women pop out the top of the evidently hollow cake. One of them you recognize as the assistant librarian of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, Koakuma, a gorgeous redhead with a devilish appearance who you eventually learned was a succubus. The other woman who pops out must be Shinki. You can only see her top half, the rest of her being hidden in the cake, but you like what you see; even more alluring than the redhead beside her, Shinki looks to be a fine physical specimen, with an astounding figure, creamy, unblemished skin, sparkling pale blue eyes, and long silver-blue hair to match, complete with cute little side ponytail.
Alice, who you now realize is seated next to the Makai pair, seems to be staring open-mouthed at Shinki. Despite her incredulous question, however, she is ignored as the partygoers let out another roar of acclamation.
"Thanks everyone," Shinki speaks with a sensuous lilt, her dulcet voice tinged with a heavenly exotic accent. "It's lovely to see you all. Wouldn't you agree, little one?"
"Yes, Miss Shinki," Koakuma replies in a mellifluous breathy voice, perfectly suited to the sort of bedroom whispers that succubi would have so much use for. "I'm so glad Miss Mima invited us. Aren't you?"
"Absolutely, little one." Shinki leans on the rim of the hollow cake, her eyes scanning the crowd while she smiles, until at last she locks gazes with you. Leaning forward now, she addresses you directly. "Now, are you the boy that Mima told me all about?"
You cough, and respond in a slightly hoarser tone than you had intended.
She lets out a divine little laugh, and you could swear you hear a throaty little purr before she speaks again.
"Oh, you are just the most precious little thing. You know, when Mima told me about you and your little wedding, I started thinking to myself that it's been far too long since devils like me and the little one here really did our thing. Yes, this was the perfect opportunity for us to spread our wings and tempt a man for the first time in ages. How about the rest of you?" Shinki suddenly stands up and looks around the crows, making a beckoning motion with her hand to encourage them answer. "You all remember the days of teasing humans, don't you? Wouldn't it have been waste for us not to toy with this boy a little?"
A choir of affirmations comes from around the table, several of the girls swinging glasses of sake in the air and toasting Shinki's sentiment.
"So, the two of us decided to get together and surprise the little boy. We hid in this cake here, but you know, it wasn't completely hollow," Shinki says, turning and wrapping her arms around the succubus beside her, who quickly returns the embrace. "Sitting in this for so long, we got absolutely covered in its thick, white, sticky cream."
Alice's horrified shout is once again ignored, drowned out by a series of wolf whistles. The sheers only grow louder when Shinki dips a finger into Koakuma's flimsy top, scooping a load of what looks like vanilla icing out from between the woman's breasts, and sucks it off her finger in a very slow, very deliberately suggestive manner.
"It's delicious, but it gets in everywhere, doesn't it, little one?"
"That's right, Miss Shinki. I feel so dirty, covered in this sticky stuff. Can't we get cleaned off?"
"I don't know, little one," Shinki says coyly. "With so much of it on us, we'd have to get these clothes off to do any good. What do you think girls, should we take it all off?"
A howling affirmation is all Shinki needs to hear, and with a flourish she undoes Koakuma's top, a favor that the succubus librarian eagerly returns. You hear the sound of a cup shattering against the floor as Shinki's top comes fluttering down to rest on Alice's head. Realizing exactly what it is these two are here for, you have to fight to keep a grin off your face as you look up toward Mima.
"I believe that's what they're called, yes."
"Mima, sometimes I don't know whether I hate you, or love you."
You clink glasses with Suika, the latest of the partygoers to have taken up the seat next to your own. With the party in full swing now, most of the attending have been shuffling around, freely exchanging positions at the table as necessary to accommodate whatever latest form of entertainment any given group cooks up. Aside from yourself, the only people that have remained static are Alice, who appears to be undergoing some form of nervous breakdown, Yumeko, who seems to be preoccupied with offering Alice some weak encouragement, and Marisa, who has spent most of the party just blushing and staring down at the table.
"So you're saying this sort of party is customary on the outside now?" Suika queries, discarding her cup in favor of one of the many bottles on the table.
"Depends on where you are; how outrageous parties get is a bit of a cultural thing."
"Ah, that's just details," Suika waves her hand dismissively, "the point is that it's really impressive that humans have learned to ease up! Us oni have been getting way too tame with our parties lately; if humans are throwing bashes with this sort of entertainment, then we need to shape up!"
The entertainment she is referring to, of course, is the rather interesting display being put on by Koakuma and Shinki. Floating in mid-air above the cake at the center of the table, the two women have been engrossed in "cleaning" one another in a very intimate way. Right before your eyes, Koakuma arches her back and looses a satisfied moan, Shinki licking a trail up one of the librarian's icing-covered legs, straight to the junction of her thighs, where she lingers while displaying a little too much enthusiasm. You suppress a shiver.
"In fairness, you seem to have some interesting party games." You gesture toward one end of the table, where Suika's oni friend, Yuugi, is engaged in some sort of bizarre game with the tengu reporter, Aya. They seem to have one of the goddesses from the mountain, Hina, keeping score for them, so you assume there are rules to this game, but you sure as hell can't work out what they would be. The game seems to revolve around catching various other partygoers with a long cloth - which they've improvised with Yuugi's sarashi, you note - and wrapping them up, then yanking the cloth to send the captured victim spinning away like a top. Their latest victims are spinning so fast as to be indistinguishable, twin tornadoes that haphazardly whirl about the shrine grounds, colliding with various people, things, and frequently eachother.
"You want to have a go?" Suika produces her gourd, pulling the chain attached to it taut, and flashing you a toothy grin.
"I think I'll pass." You'd rather put off getting sick as long as possible.
"Your loss." Suika shrugs, fastening the gourd back onto her belt with an exaggerated sigh.
"Don't look so down," Koakuma's breathy voice draws the attention of both you and Suika, and you glance up to see that the succubus and her partner have discarded their earlier display in favor of sitting on the rim of the cake's topmost layer. "If he doesn't want to play an oni game..."
"... why don't the two of you join in our little game?" Shinki finishes for her compatriot.