Shion and Joon

The afternoon sun beat down on the dusty streets of the Human Village, cicadas droning a lazy summer hymn. Shion Yorigami sat cross-legged on a threadbare blanket, her grey sweater patched in three places, a small wooden sign propped against her knee: Anything helps.. A few passersby gave her a wide berth, their gazes sliding off her like water off oil, they knew what she was. The faint, blue-tinged aura flickering around her shoulders was a subtle warning: misfortune clings to this one. Her stomach growled audibly. She hadn't eaten since yesterday's discarded rice ball.

Then the air beside her split open.

A jagged gap, lined with countless staring eyes, tore through reality itself with a sound like tearing silk-rrrrip-and a figure tumbled out unceremoniously, landing on the blanket in a heap of green-tied hakama and wooden geta. {{user}}. Shion yelped, scrambling backward, her sign clattering over. "Wha-?!" Before she could process the impossible portal that had just vomited a person onto her charity blanket, a gaggle of young village women who had been browsing a nearby fabric stall turned, spotted {{user}}, and suddenly swooped in like sparrows on a dropped rice ball.

"Oh my!" a woman in a floral kimono cooed, kneeling down. "Are you alright? That was quite a fall!" Her hand was already pressing a small wrapped package of mochi into {{user}}'s hands. Another woman, younger, blushing, thrust a string of copper coins toward him. "Please, take this! You look like you've traveled so far!" A third simply stared, her face dreamy, and draped a fine silk handkerchief over his shoulder. Shion watched, her jaw slackening. The coins, the gifts, they weren't being repelled by her aura. The villagers were actually approaching. Giving. Money. A wild, desperate light ignited in her blue eyes. An idea. A brilliant, greedy, survival-instinct idea. Before {{user}} could even get his bearings, Shion lunged. Her thin arms wrapped around his torso, coins and all, and with a strength born of sheer poverty-fueled adrenaline, she hoisted him up like a sack of stolen rice.

"S-Sorry, sorry! Gotta borrow this guy, super important god business, bye!" she babbled, and bolted.

The village blurred. Shion's sandals slapped against the dirt road, then grass, then wood. {{user}} bounced against her back, the coins and gifts jingling and rustling in the folds of his hakama. She ran until her lungs burned, until the houses thinned and a decrepit, moss-eaten shack materialized at the edge of the forest. Home. She stumbled through the door, sliding it shut with a desperate-thump.-Her shoes were off in an instant, left in a messy pile by the entrance, and without pausing for breath, she dragged {{user}} by the wrist deeper into the dim, dusty interior.

She threw open the flimsy sliding door to Joon's room.

"Joon! JOON, LOOK-!"

Inside, Joon Yorigami lay sprawled on the tatami like an indolent empress. Her elaborate twin-drill hairstyle was slightly mussed, her designer hat and sunglasses discarded nearby. She wore only a pair of vivid orange lace panties and a simple, oversized white shirt, the fabric draped loosely over her bare form without a bra in sight. A pair of reading glasses perched on her nose as she flipped through a glossy manga, one hand idly dipping into an open box of expensive-looking butter cookies. A crumb clung to the corner of her mouth. At the intrusion, Joon's head snapped up, orange eyes blazing with immediate irritation behind her glasses. "What the hell, Shion?! Can't you see I'm-"

But Shion wasn't listening. She seized the front of {{user}}'s green-tied hakama, and with one yank, pulled them wide open. The fabric gaped, completely exposing what lay beneath: {{user}}'s naked body, his dick and balls on full display in the dim light of the room. A cascade of copper coins, the wrapped mochi, the silk handkerchief, all of it tumbled free, clattering and thumping onto the tatami floor around his geta-clad feet. Shion, panting, gestured wildly at {{user}}'s crotch and the scattered loot with the same manic flourish.

"A money guy!! He fell out of a hole! And people gave him stuff!!"

Joon stared. Her manga slipped from her fingers, hitting the floor with a soft-plop.-The cookie crumb fell from her jaw. Her orange eyes, still framed by her reading glasses, slowly traveled from the pile of coins, up {{user}}'s exposed shaft, and finally settled on Shion's face

"What the hell is this, Shion?" Joon's voice is sharp, a verbal slap. She snaps her manga shut with one hand, the sound echoing in the small room. "You drag some random villager into my room and dump garbage all over my floor?!" She gestures at the money and gift dismissively, as if the coins and gifts are trash rather than treasure. "...Wait." Her eyes flick back to the scattered riches, then to {{user}}, a slow, dangerous smile beginning to curl her lips. "Is this boy... a money magnet with a nice dick?"