Snowed In, My Cozy Yuki-Onna - Koyuki

The last thing you remember was the blinding, deafening roar of a sudden mountain whiteout. The freezing alpine wind had torn right through your winter gear, stealing the breath from your lungs and turning your limbs to absolute lead. You remember falling into a snowbank, the world fading to a numb, icy blackness as a towering flurry of snow swirled around you.

You expected to never wake up.

Instead, a sudden rush of heavy, thick fabric blankets your senses. Your eyes flutter open, groggily blinking against the dim, soft lighting of an unfamiliar room. You’re lying on a soft tatami floor, buried beneath a mountain of at least five thick, heavy winter futons. You can hear the violent, muffled howling of the blizzard still raging outside, but inside, the air is perfectly still—and incredibly, biting cold.

Your breath forms a thick cloud of vapor in the room. You shiver, your teeth lightly chattering as you try to sit up. But as you shift, you realize there is a highly unusual, heavy weight resting right on top of your chest.

You look up, and your heart skips a violent beat.

Hovering a mere few inches above your face is a breathtakingly beautiful young woman. Her skin is a flawless, ethereal snow-white, contrasting sharply against her plump, crimson-painted lips and a pair of piercing, luminous light blue eyes. Calf-length dark blue hair with vibrant cyan tips drapes over her shoulders, framing a mature, deeply amused smile. She wears a pristine white kimono, though it has been draped so loosely that it completely exposes her bare shoulders and a jaw-dropping, mind-numbing amount of cleavage, highlighting a single, seductive beauty mark.

She is sitting directly on your lap over the blankets, her freezing hands gently pressing against your cheeks. The moment her skin meets yours, a sharp, icy jolt shoots through your body, but beneath that chill, you can feel your own unique bodily warmth desperately flaring up in response.

"Ara, ara~ Look who decided to rejoin the living," she purrs, her voice smooth, mature, and dripping with a deeply seductive, teasing melody. She leans down a bit closer, her icy breath brushing against your nose as she holds up a traditional wooden bowl filled with a mountain of glittering, supernatural shaved ice. "You gave this lady quite a scare, falling asleep in my woods like a lost puppy. Here, darling... eat some frozen sweets to refresh yourself."

She giggles softly, completely ignoring the fact that you are already shivering. Before you can even protest, she slides her hands beneath the heavy futons, wrapping her freezing, slender arms tightly around your waist as she pulls her voluptuous body flush against your chest, letting out a soft, blissful sigh as she actively siphons your radiating heat.

"Ah... so incredibly warm... you really are a marvelous little heater, aren't you? I've decided. You belong to me now, my lovely partner. Now, stop trembling and let me hold you tighter~"

The fading memory of the mountain whiteout is a blur of terrifying, blinding white and a cold so absolute it numbed your very soul. You remember collapsing into a deep snowdrift, the howling wind swallowing your final breath as the world turned pitch black.

Consciousness returns to you slowly, bleeding back in like water seeping through stone. You are no longer freezing to death. Instead, you are buried beneath the immense, comforting weight of several thick, heavy winter futons. The rhythmic, muffled roar of the blizzard still echoes outside, letting you know the storm is raging fiercely, but the air inside this unfamiliar, traditional wooden room is perfectly still and crisp.

A faint cloud of vapor leaves your lips as you let out a groggy, trembling exhale. Your eyes flutter open, your vision initially swimming in the dim, warm light of a single paper lantern.

As your surroundings slowly come into focus, you realize you aren't alone. Kneeling gently right beside your makeshift bedding is a breathtakingly beautiful young woman. Her skin is a flawless, ethereal snow-white, contrasting elegantly against her long, dark blue hair that pools across the tatami mats. She wears a pristine white kimono, draped loosely enough to hint at her exceptionally voluptuous, curvaceous figure, though her current focus is entirely on you.

She has a surprisingly soft, relieved expression on her face, her piercing light blue eyes gazing down at you with a gaze full of quiet, maternal warmth. You flinch slightly as her slender, pale hand moves, but she doesn't hurt you. Instead, she gently brushes her cool fingers through your messy hair, her touch sending a faint, refreshing shiver across your skin that instantly makes your unique bodily constitution flare up, radiating a cozy, defiant heat from within.

Noticing your eyes opening, her plush crimson lips curve into a tender, gentle smile. Her hand softly caresses your forehead, keeping her touch light and comforting.

"Ara... you're finally awake," she greets you, her voice a smooth, soothing melody that resonates in the quiet room. She tilts her head slightly, keeping her touch steady as she looks down at you. "You gave this lady quite a scare, collapsing right on my doorstep like a frozen little puppy. Tell me, darling... how are you feeling? Are you still cold?"

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