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It was such a beautiful day in Springdale! The sun was singing, the birds were shining, and all of the city's annoying bratty kids were playing outside for the local school's sports day. I was dragged to the event by my parents, who demanded I attend to "support" my younger brother. My dad threw a fit when he found I had tried bringing a portable video game to get through the boredom, so I was forced to sit on the bleachers and watch these little hell spawns pass a baton around and fall on their faces while trying to jump hurdles. That last thing got a laugh or two, at least.

"Bathroom." I muttered. My father nodded and I stood from my seat, walking towards the school building. I hadn't been inside the place for well over 12 years, but as soon as I stepped through the front doors, it all came back to me. It didn't take long for me to find the boys' room, and luckily it was empty. I entered a stall, but paused before I started to unfasten my pants. There was some very unusual graffiti on the stall wall -- something that some kind of weird kid must have scribbled.

"Little Hanako is here, and she will be your greatest fear.

Ask her if she wants to play, and this will be your final day."

After that little poem, which looked to be hastily scribbled in black marker, one final line was written in what looked like some kind of blood:

"LET'S PLAY."

Part of me wanted to head to the next floor and use that bathroom, but by now I really needed relief and didn't care. It was nothing but kids' pranking each other, after all. As I sat on the white throne, I kept looking at the graffiti, mouthing each word as I read it. The final words' color is what really bugged me, but I didn't dare touch it in case it was something dangerous. I don't want bathroom AIDs, especially if it was from sick kid. I could never explain that to anyone without bringing some kind of suspicion against me, despite me having no interest in the snot-nosed little shits whatever.

I barely saw my own brother, after all, and that was by pure choice.

As I read the warning one last time, I muttered the final words out loud.

"Let's play." I muttered. If this truly would be my final day, dying in a kids' bathroom would be one hell of a way to go. The media would have a fucking field day with this one. Of course, nothing happened; no demon jumped through the door, I didn't have a heart attack and keel over, and hell, I didn't even fart.

After I finished my business, I walked out of the stall as the toilet flushed. I washed my hands, and walked for the door. A small girl leaned against the wall as I walked past.

"Hello." She mumbled.

"How's it goin'." I replied, reaching the for the door.

Wait a second.

I paused in my movement, and turned to look at her. She looked back up at me, with her hands behind her back. She had a bob-cut hairdo, which looked more like some kind of bowl-cut with longer hair on the sides. Her hair covered most of her face, and I could barely see her eyes through it. She had a smile on her face, and her red suspenders and skirt seemed to somehow match her cheerful demeanor. Her white shirt was stained with something red which I didn't want to question; the only thing typical about her were her white socks and red shoes, which were similar to what the other girls wore as a school-ordered fashion.

"Why are you in the boys' room?" That was the only thing that I could manage to say to her. She looked up at me, seeming very curious.

"You said you wanted to play with me, so here I am. Are you going to waste my time like the others did?" She asked. Our eyes were locked, as if she was trying to read my mind.

"Play with you? Nah, no thanks, but the men outside with video cameras might be interested." I shook my head. "Either way, your room is next door. Be careful next time, okay kid?" I opened the door, or tried to, but something held it back. I looked down, seeing the girl had moved in front of it to block my leave.

"I'm not a kid." She snapped at me. "I'm seventy, thank you very much. I'm Hanako-san, you asked me to play with you, and here I am. Are we playing a game or not?"

"Uh, sure." I said. "You go hide in a stall, and I'll seek you somewhere that isn't here."

"This isn't funny anymore!" Hanako fumed, clenching her fists at her sides. "I've allowed you to see me, and you're going to just leave?!" She pointed to one of the stalls, thankfully the one I hadn't been in. "Get in there right now and play with me! Do it before you regret it!"

I looked at the red stains on her shirt. Whatever that was all over her, I didn't want it to come from me. I slowly nodded and walked into the stall, closing the toilet lid and sitting down. In a flash, Hanako appeared sitting on my (thankfully clothed) lap.

"Now that we have some time together, let me try this again." She started. "My name is Hanako-san, the Yo-kai of the toilets. You asked me to play with you, and when a human wants to do that, I'll let them see me. Usually the only people who summon me are children that run away screaming."

"Well, I'm not going to scream at someone who doesn't come up to my knee." I replied. She squirmed on my lap, trying to make herself more comfortable. "But what's with this 'you're seventy' stuff? You don't look that old."

"It's a funny story." Hanako said. "Back when the world was pretty violent, I got murdered by--"

"Uh-huh." I nodded. I was about to nod off from having to be awake so early for the day, and I was doing my best to humor her. "Then the giant unicorn appeared and you rode off into the rainbow world."

"I am not a child!" Hanako protested, standing up on my legs. "Quit talking down to me! I'm older than you, ya know! Look at this!" Hanako reached down and yanked up her skirt, showing that she definitely didn't have the fashion sense of one of the girls here -- under her skirt was a very expensive looking pair of black-laced panties, with a single red bow on the front. It looked more like lingere than anything else. "I'm a fashion designer for the Yo-kai World, and I'm very professional!"

"Sure, just cover yourself!" I replied, covering my eyes with a hand. "I'm not going to prison for a fashion designer!"

"No one can see me unless I allow it." Hanako explained, letting her skirt fall back down. "Only you can see me right now, so don't worry. I just wanted to prove myself to you."

"Okay, so you're an adult. You're seventy but you don't look like it whatsoever. You're a Yo-kai and only I can see you. Do I understand correctly?" I asked, repeating her story. Hanako proudly nodded, placing her fists at her side and sticking out her chest, beaming. She looked rather cute, but the red stains on her kept me cautious.

"You've got it!" Hanako nodded, looking quite proud of herself. When she turned to look at me, I had fished my smart phone out of my pocket and was dragging my finger on the screen. "W-What are you doing now?!" Hanako fumed.

"It says here that you normally haunt girls' bathrooms in schools." I read from the screen. "Meaning you're not supposed to be in this room to start with, like I said." I put my phone back in my pocket, and looked at Hanako for an explanation. She was still standing on my legs, looking me in the eyes with a small smile on her face.

"I was curious about how the other half lives." She replied, as if the answer should've been obvious. "Actually, since you're here, this gives me a good opportunity to try something." Hanako held out her hand, and with a puff of smoke, a bottle appeared. She grabbed it and shoved it in my face; it was a white bottle with a pump, and Hanako's face was on the front. "Hanako" was written on it in fancy-looking font.

"What is this?" I asked, taking the bottle from her. "Some kind of skin lotion?"

"Exactly!" Hanako nodded. "In addition to being a Yo-kai fashion designer, I also have my own line of creams and make-ups to make Yo-kai more fashionable and bring out their true selves!" She crossed her arms, nodding at her own explanation. She certainly seemed proud of herself. "I've always been curious what this would do to a human. Would you mind?"

"Uh, sure, I could use softer skin I suppose." I nodded. Hanako smiled and nodded at me, snatching the bottle back and pumping a few drops of the lotion into her palm. I held out my hand and she started to gently rub the lotion all around it -- it felt much different than a usual moisturizer.

Not that I would know.

"How does that feel?" Hanako asked. "It's supposed to help Yo-kai ward off the effects of old age, but I think for humans it's just supposed to be a normal skin cream. Do you feel okay?"

"Yeah, it's just a lotion." I nodded. Hanako looked slightly disappointed, but my smile seemed to cheer her up; at least she was trying to make me soft instead of make me covered in wounds. "That was great and all, but I should be going. My little brother has another school thing coming up next week, so we'll play again soon, okay?"

"Well .. all right, then. I'll see you in a week." Hanako-san nodded. With a flash, the small girl disappeared from sight. I left the stall and, after looking around and seeing no trace of Hanako, left the restroom. The remainder of the sports day was rather uneventful, but the skin cream did make my hand and wrist very soft and for some reason I couldn't keep myself from rubbing it and enjoying the feeling. I thought the feeling would wear off after a shower, and that would be the end of it.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

After I parted with my parents and brother, I headed home to my single-guy apartment. My neighbors didn't know I existed, and the only visitors I had were delivery people. I walked inside to my empty, dimly-lit, dusty room, filled with nothing but food wrappers, empty bottles, and a floating trash can that frantically flew around the room as the garbage rose up and fell inside of the can out of thin air.

"I'm home, Insomni." I muttered a greeting. The floating trash can soon had a holder; the female Yo-kai that had forced herself in as my roommate appeared in front of me. She looked at me with a very angry single eye and a frown on her face.

"I didn't move in here to become your Yo-kai maid!" Insomni fumed. "When we made this agreement, it was so I could practice keeping one person awake forever!"

"We didn't make an agreement. You moved in and we've been having sex every night for a week." I reminded her. Insomni blushed, but looked away from me. Her usual forceful attitude seemed to disappear whenever she was trying to argue with me. "I'm not asking you to be my maid. I enjoy your company, thank you very much." My eyes were locked on her chest as she started preaching about my having a filthy room that wasn't fit for a lady, and all of the usual complaining she dealt out. "Okay, I get it!" I silenced her after a few moments.

"What do you get? Sick constantly? Because I could believe that!" Insomni snapped at me, throwing a used, cum-dripping condom (which was her own fault) into the trash bin.

"I'll clean up. You can go relax, and I'll make things look nice and presentable for my lady guest." I assured her. Insomni floated over me and leaned down, kissing my forehead. I blushed and grinned at her.

"That's my little virgin." Insomni smiled. "I'll be back in a while!"

"Hey, I'm not--!" before I could argue, she had disappeared.

I sighed and fell on my bed face-first, letting the soft pillow and blanket, the latter messed up and wrinkled beyond repair, lull me into a deep sleep that I had been craving since morning.

While I slept for hours on end, my dreams all seemed to consist around nothing but the Yo-kai I met earlier: Hanako-san. If memory serves, she had no powers that were related to peoples' dreams whatsoever, only about haunting bathrooms and apparently having her own line of skin care. Why, then, was the short little Yo-kai in my head?

"Hey ... wake up ..."

I felt something push on my arm.

"Wake up already ..." The same voice repeated. It sounded like Insomni's, but I was still half asleep.

"Oh look, my top has fallen down and my chest is showing."

"I'm awake!" I sat up and turned to see Insomni, who was fully covered but stuck out her tongue at me. "Oh, you little tease." I stuck my tongue back out at her, and she laughed at my reaction.

"I apologize, but I'm starting to figure you out. I know what makes you tick, my little human." Insomni replied. She looked me up and down, and frowned after a moment. "You slept this long, and you don't even have an erection for me to enjoy? The nerve of you." She teased. "I guess I'll have to take of that myself, hm?"

Insomni giggled and pulled my boxers down -- due to her touch, I had already started to grow hard. She floated down between my legs and leaned in close, taking my cock into her mouth and already bobbing her head. I felt myself grow harder as she sucked me off, with my cock starting to throb as Insomni's tongue worked its magic along my shaft. She looked up at me as she moved back and forth, using her right hand to pump what of my cock wasn't in her mouth -- I felt my legs quivering as she sped up, using her left hand to reach up and fondle my balls. Insomni's hands always felt warm and soft to the touch, usually taking no time at all to arouse me or relax me, whatever she attempted to do.

I could hear the sounds of her eagerly sucking my cock like it was one of her favorite candies; the more attention she paid to it, the harder my cock throbbed. Her gentle squeezing of my balls made me begin to feel tense, and I started to gently thrust into her mouth -- Insomni easily took it and paused in her movements, allowing me to rest a hand on her head and grab her hair, slowly moving her head back and forth at my own speed. While I face-fucked her, Insomni rubbed the underside of my cock with her tongue, slowly swirling it around my head and length as I moved her back and forth, speeding up as my orgasm started to approach. After having sex with her a few times, Insomni had helped me be able to hold back cumming, especially when we had only just started having sex, but resisting my body's urges was becoming impossible already.

"I'm gonna cum." I groaned. I pushed her head back and took my cock in my hand, furiously pumping it back and forth. Insomni was quick to pull down her top to reveal her breasts to me, pushing together with her hands. Just seeing her large breasts always got me erect, and she loved taking advantage of it. She fondled and rubbed her chest as I aimed my cock at her, me frantically masturbating until my hips started bucking. "Oh fuck! Fuck, yes! I'm cumming!" I moaned. Cum shot all over Insomni's big, purple tits, with some on her face as I lost control of my aim. Insomni happily licked her lips as I coated her, and quickly leaned in to lick my cock clean as my orgasm subsided just as soon as it began.

"Are you ready for some more fun, my love?" Insomni asked. She floated in front of me and started to push her dress down her body, and I watched with anticipation. She bent over the bed and I stood up to move behind her, grabbing her round hips and pushing her tail out of the way. With one quick, rough shove, my cock was buried in her to the hilt and I pounded away at her while she moaned the loudest I had heard from her the entire week.

...

Hours later, the two of us were still going at it like animals. Insomni's moans had began to drown out every other noise around us, to the point where even the crickets had shut up to hear us fucking. I pulled out my cock for at least the sixth time now, I had lost count, and watched as the white rope of cum connecting us slowly fell. Insomni quickly turned around and began to suck me off once more, cleaning me up as best she could. While I was loving the sex and this was more than we had done in days, something about it was bothering me: the more I came, the less of a sensation it gave me.

When Insomni first gave me a blowjob this evening and I erupted in her mouth, I saw stars in my eyes. Nothing had ever felt like it. As we continued, however, my orgasms went from "this feels really amazing" to the same casual sensation you'd feel from eating something sugary; definitely good, but nothing all that worthwhile. Whatever she did to cause that first orgasm, I wanted it again. That's why I kept fucking her over and over -- to try and capture that feeling again, and if possible, pass out in sheer bliss until I could wake up and experience it once more.

"You seem out of it." Insomni commented, laying on the bed next to me entirely nude. I looked over at her and wiped the sweat from my brow, shaking my head. "Don't lie to me. We haven't done this much since the night we met, and even I can tell something's going on with you. You can tell me anything, you know; I'm your Yo-kai partner. I'm not going anywhere."

I smiled at her self-appointed title that I had only just learned. If she felt that close to me in just a week's time, I knew that I was doing something right. I wanted to keep her happy too, but until I could get the spark back to give her the fucking of a lifetime that she wanted every night, I knew something had to be done.

"Are you all right?" Insomni asked. I blinked and returned to reality; she was floating in front of me, looking very concerned. "Did something happen at the school today?"

"Not really, I mean ... nothing too big. I met a Yo-kai in the bathroom, but that's about it." I replied. I didn't once stop and thinking that meeting another Yo-kai was such a big deal -- after all, after Insomni appeared, I knew they existed. It's not like it was a big surprise excluding the fact that Hanako was in the boys' room.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'NOTHING TOO BIG'?!" Insomni's face was right in front of mine, and she looked absolutely furious. "It was Sandi, wasn't it? Wasn't it? That ... that Whore-kai!" Insomni crossed her arms. "Well, you tell her that you're a one Yo-kai human, and she can take her little wet dreams elsewhere!"

"I don't know who that is." I shook my head. "Her name was Hanako-san. She haunts toilets."

"Hanako-san, hmm?" Insomni put a hand to her chin, floating around the room. "I've never heard of her. Is she prettier than me?"

"Well, she's short, I think she wears blood on her clothes, and she apparently died during World War two." I answered. "I wouldn't call her prettier than you, but I guess she's cute for her size, more of in a 'adorable younger sister' way. You have nothing to worry about." I assured her. "She says she's a Yo-kai fashion designer, and had me sample some kind of cream she developed. It felt kind of nice."

"Oh, THAT Hanako-san!" Insomni's eye lit up. "She's designing a new version of the dress I'm wearing, actually! She's an Eerie Tribe Yo-kai too, so she really knows what we're into!"

"Eerie Tribe?" I asked. I shook my head. "I don't wanna know." I stood from the bed and reached for my shirt and pants on the floor. "I'm heading out for a little while."

"This late?" Insomni tilted her head, pointing at the digital clock on my night stand. "You know I'm always happy to see you awake, but is it really safe to go out this time of night?"

"I just need to do something really quick. I'll pick you up some more of those candied apples you like so much, okay?" I put on a warm, comfortable ear-hugging winter hat and zipped up my coat. Insomni smiled at the mention of her favorite food, and eagerly nodded.

"That sounds heavenly." She agreed. "But here, take my medal with you just in case you need me." Insomni winked at me. "I'm just a little dance away."

Insomni dropped her medal into my open hand, and I dropped it into my pants pocket along with my phone. I nodded and waved to her as I left my room, closing the door behind me. Out of curiosity, I placed an ear to the door.

"Looks like it's masturbation for now ..." I heard Insomni sigh. A loud vibrating noise came a few seconds later.

I wouldn't tell Insomni, but I knew full well where I was going. Luckily for me, my goal wasn't much of a walk, but every step felt like an hour passing as I made my way towards my destination: the school.

As I walked, I had to wonder: Why couldn't I feel the same way, even after doing more than oral with Insomni? Was I tired of her?

Nah, of course not. She was far too attractive to me and far too good at her craft for me to be bored already.

Is there something wrong with me as a man?

Well, I'm a bit young for that kind of problem, right?

So what the hell was it? What's keeping me from cumming like a freight train? And more importantly, why am I drawn to coming here again?

When I reached the school's front door and tried to open it, for some reason I was geniunely surprised to find it locked. Of course the school wouldn't be open this late, but for some stupid reason I tried.

No matter what, I have to get back inside.

There were some rocks in the flower bed under the windows, so I could always break my way in, but I didn't really want to get arrested for breaking-and-entering. Just as I thought about giving up and heading back home, I heard a creaking noise coming from nearby -- I looked over, seeing that the front door was now cracked open just a bit, enough for me to slip inside. Making sure no one was watching me, I snuck into the building.

For an empty school, this place was definitely full of something. As I walked past the classrooms, whose doors were wide open, I saw many different things; chalk was writing on the board while floating in mid-air, instruments were playing in the band room with no one holding them, and shoes and umbrellas were floating around like an invisible, excited kid was holding them. Normally, one would freak out and call ghost hunters, but not me. Not anymore, anyway.

"Let's blame the Yo-kai ..." I muttered in a singsong voice, walking past the floating objects that seemed to ignore me entirely. "It's all their fault, all their fault ..."

"NO, IT'S NOT!" I heard a shout of many different voices in unison behind me. I was thankful that I had to actually focus to see the spirits running wild behind me, leaving me to keep on walking. I gave the invisible monsters a wave as I kept going.

I climbed the first floor's flight of stairs and kept looking around until I saw it; the bathrooms. I couldn't remember which floor's I had used yesterday morning, but I didn't think it mattered. I walked into the boys' room, flipping the light switch as I stepped inside -- as expected, it was empty. I peeked into a stall, seeing the same graffiti as earlier and sighing in relief; I was in the right room, at least.

I fished my phone out of my pocket and swiped around until I found the page on Hanako-san that I had used earlier. After skimming it for a moment, I had enough of idea on what to do. I walked over towards the same stall as earlier, and knocked on the door three times.

"Are you in the wrong room again, Hanako-san?" I asked out loud.

No response. I tapped my knuckle on the door again.

"Are you here, Hanako-san?" I asked. Again, nothing. I was becoming annoyed by this point, and knocked a bit louder. "Are you here, Hanako-san, great designer of the Yo-kai World and master of all Yo-kai fashion?"

"That's more like it." I heard Hanako's voice echo throughout the room. "I'm here." The stall door slowly creaked open, and Hanako walked out, looking up at me. She smiled. "I knew you'd be back, but not this soon. It's nice to see you again. Are you here to play with me?"

"Well, no ..." I replied. "I'm sorry, but ... do you have any more of that skin stuff that you let me try earlier?"

"Of course." Hanako replied. She held out a hand, and the familiar bottle was in her grasp. "Did it feel that nice?"

"It felt more than nice, yeah." I know she wanted the praise, but I wasn't in the mood for stalling. "May I have some more of it, please? My skin's been feeling really ... uh, dry, since you gave it to me. I think some more of it might help."

"Your ... skin is dry? Already? That's unusual." Hanako-san replied. She pumped a dollap of the lotion into her palm and reached up for my arm. I moved down a little to her height, and she rubbed the lotion up and down my arm in addition to my hand and palm. When she pulled away from me, she smiled at her handiwork. "That should hold you over. Bliss is going to be the best product in my entire line!"

Bliss, huh? What an appropiate name, thinking about it. I hadn't noticed it before, but it made perfect sense now.

I paused in thought. I wasn't sure whether to just flat-out tell her that her "best product" gave me the best orgasm of my life. Then again, she is seventy, so it's not like I'm explaining this to someone whom I shouldn't be. She is an adult -- supposedly. Despite my mental battle with myself, the lotion was going to work regardless; I needed to say my goodbyes and call for Insomni, or figure out an alternative. I looked down at Hanako as she explained her sales pitch -- she was indeed cute, and the thought of her mature-looking black panties ran through my head.

"Say, Hanako-san," I started, getting her attention. "Sorry to interrupt, for does this 'Bliss' stuff have any side effects?"

"Side effects? I wonder ..." Hanako put a finger to her chin, lost in thought. "My other skin creams didn't do anything major except help older Yo-kai get rid of wrinkles and look young again. This shouldn't be anything more than a cream to give you smooth skin."

"Have you tried it yourself?" I asked. "How do you test these, anyway?"

"Oh, testing would've been a good idea, wouldn't it?" She asked a bit too casually. "I should've thought of that."

"You mean you just slather this stuff on people and hope it works?!" I asked a bit too loudly, hearing myself echo through the room. "What if it did something terrible?!"

"It wears off eventually, unfortunately." Hanako shrugged. "I don't know how long each effect takes to go away, though."

I can tell you how long it takes to start, though: a lot faster than I would've liked at the moment. I had enough self-control to not pounce on the poor girl for now, but another idea was running through my head.

"I think you should try it on yourself first." I suggested. "Trust me, it has an effect on humans. You can't sell this stuff if it does the same thing to Yo-kai."

"You're right." Hanako-san nodded. I couldn't stop looking at her, and my eyes kept shifting down to her skirt. It fluttered with any move she made, and I could feel a line of drool start to run down my chin at the sight of it. She hadn't noticed, and I wasn't going to let her.

"I-I'll see you later, thanks for the second dose!" I nodded and tried to excuse myself, trying to walk as calmly as I could past her. Hanako was too busy rubbing the lotion onto her arms and just gave me a nod goodbye, ignoring me as the bathroom door closed behind me. Outside, I leaned against the door and breathed heavily -- I didn't want to jump Hanako-san like that, but her damn miracle cream is doing things to me. I looked around, seeing no other traces of Yo-kai and slipped next door into the girls' bathroom. Since Hanako-san was busy in the boys' room, I should have plenty of alone time in here.

I dug into my pocket and pulled out the little round charm Insomni had given me -- her Yo-kai Medal. I hadn't once tried to use the watch she gave me because I was usually home with her, so I had no need for it. She hadn't told me how to work it, either. I examined the watch on my wrist and saw the slot for inserting a medal, along with 3 numbers on the outer frame of the face and a little red switch. The slot for medals had a 0 under it. On the right side was a 1, and on the left a 2. I assumed zero would be the first step, and slid the medal inside. As I popped it in, I waited for some kind of magic to happen ... but heard a "holding" music tone instead.

"Cannot respond to this medal. This medal cannot be used." A robotic voice came out of the watch. I pulled the medal out and looked it over. I hadn't gotten it dirty or damaged, it wasn't bent up in any way, and there's no way Insomni would let me scratch up her precious little pog. Didn't she give me this watch to call her?

"Sounds like someone didn't get their medal updated."

I looked over, seeing Hanako-san leaning against the wall. Although she tried to look collected and calm, her legs were shaking ever so slightly.

"Whoever gave you that medal didn't get it renewed for the new Yo-kai Watch." Hanako-san explained. "Whoever your friend is, they need to keep up with the times."

"Tell me about it." I shook my head and sighed. "The one time I really need her in my face, or rather on it ..."

"I took your advice and tested Bliss on my own skin ..." Hanako said. Her voice started to tremble as she continued talking. "I-It really is amazing, i-isn't it?"

All I could do was grin. She knew full well what she had done to me.

"I-I didn't know that it would have this effect on anyone, humans or Yo-kai!" Hanako spoke a bit more excitedly, fidgeting in place. "I c-can't sell this! Who knows what this would do to the Yo-kai World?"

"I don't know what to tell you, Hanako." I replied, turning away to hide the erection in my pants that she unintentionally caused. She noticed me moving, and I saw a smirk grow on the corners of her mouth. "You're the adult here, so what do you recommend I do?"

"No." Hanako said bluntly. "This isn't one of those mature-rated scenes." She crossed her arms and shook her head. "I don't know what you think I'm planning, but I assure you it's not what you're hoping for."

"That's ... a shame, I guess?" I shrugged. "I don't know what you think I was thinking." I lied. She knew full well what my cock had in mind. Hanako walked towards me and pushed my legs with her small arms, shoving me into the stall. I allowed her to move me, and I sat on the closed toilet as we entered. Hanako climbed up the toilet with some difficulty, looking cute as hell I might add, and stood between my open legs.

"I've been t-thinking." Hanako said, her legs still shaking and voice still trembling. "If I can't sell this as a beauty lotion ... maybe I could label it for a different use." She took a deep breath, and sighed. I quietly watched her move as she reached down, trying her best to unfasten my pants -- she eventually succeeded, but I'm guessing seventy years of wearing the same skirt makes you forget how other clothes work sometimes. That, or maybe she was just too nervous to focus. Whatever the reason, she reached into my boxers and fished out my erect dick, looking at it with astonishment all over her face. "Bliss ... caused that?" She asked, looking up at me. I nodded.

With a quick puff of smoke, the familiar bottle appeared in her left hand. She handed it up to me.

"Please give me a little of it." She held out her right hand. I nodded and pumped a few squirts of it onto her palm, watching as she rubbed her hands together. Hanako bent down between my legs, in front of my crotch and stared at me -- she held out the same hand again, and I repeated the process. Instead of her hands, though, her lotion-covered palm reached for my throbbing dick. When Hanako's small, warm hand clapsed around it, my entire body shivered. "I clearly can't sell this as a skin product ... but what about a lubricant for failing Yo-kai couples!" Hanako exclaimed. "If it aroused the both of us this much, who knows what it can do for failing marriages!"

"Wait, both of us?" I asked. "You mean, you--oh sweet lord." Hanako-san silenced me by starting to pump her hand on my shaft, getting it smooth and slick from Bliss's sensation -- the secret side-effect probably helped matters as well. She moved up and down on my length, speeding up her pace as my cock became more lubed up and slippery. I leaned back against the toilet tank and let out a sigh of pleasure, closing my eyes as the little war-era Yo-kai pleasured me.

"How does that feel?" Hanako-san asked. Any uncertainty in her voice had disappeared as she continued jerking me off. "Do you think I can sell this as a sex aid? Does it feel good?"

I just mumbled gibberish. The lotion being on my dick, combined with it being all over Hanako's hand plus the fact that she was giving me a handjob was just too much to process. I was nothing more than a living test subject for her, but I didn't care in the slightest. Hanako gripped my cock harder, but it was obvious that she had difficulty due to it being so slick. She pumped her hand even faster, not taking her eyes off of her target. The moaning I kept doing just seemed to egg her on, and she licked her lips while her hand moved.

I could hear her hand pumping on me -- it was moving so fast and my skin was so slick that the noise echoed throughout the silent bathroom. I was surprised when I felt her other hand touch me; she had rubbed lotion on it as well, and started to fondle my balls as she jerked me off even faster, trying her best to drive me over my limit. She muttered something, but I couldn't make it out.

"S-Say again ...?" I managed to asked through stammering.

"... I want to see how much you can cum from all this." She repeated. "If it's a lot, the more this will help others."

"S-Sure, whatever--oh fuck, I'm close!" I warned. "For the love of whatever God you Yo-kai have, don't stop."

"He's more of a chairman, but thanks for the sentiment." Hanako chuckled at my reaction. Her hand continued moving at her incredible pace, making me throb as my orgasm grew closer with each passing second. Hanako-san's eyes lit up after a moment, and she smiled at me. "I can help you ever further!" she exclaimed. She turned her back to me, while still on my lap. She remained bent over as she stroked me to explosion, but used her free hand to flip up her skirt, showing me her black lace panties once more. I stared at her tight, wiggling ass as she pleasured me, holding back my urges to squeeze it and fuck her on the spot. God, how I wanted to bend her over this toilet, but I had to enjoy what she gave me.

Maybe in the future, I hoped. But not tonight. Regardless of what I was thinking, my orgasm was close. 'Seconds away' close.

"I'm gonna--!" That was all I managed to say, but it was all I needed to; the second I spoke up, I watched Hanako-san lean close and felt her mouth around my cock. She slowly, gently pumped her hand as I came in her mouth -- I could see my cock throb with each burst of seed into her waiting mouth. After a straight minute of my moaning in pure pleasure and my cock throbbing like it would burst, Hanako-san pulled away and turned to look at me.

She swallowed. A moment later, she winked at me, opened her mouth, and showed me her clean tongue.

"I'm the adult here, remember?" She teased.

I nodded. I was breathing so heavily that I wasn't going to try and speak.

After I had cleaned myself up (and teased Hanako about the wet spot on her panties,) the two of us stood outside of the stall with smiles on our faces. The both of us blushed at the sight of each other, thinking about what just occured.

"I'd like to talk with you about my product line again." Hanako-san said. As she smiled at me, her entire body started to glow; a medal appeared over her head, and fell into her hands. She held out her hands towards me, and I took the token from her -- a see-through green color, with a picture of Hanako-san in the center. She was leaned against a wall, looking out with a dark shadow covering her face. "That's what a new medal is supposed to look like." She said. "You can call me whenever you need help. We're friends now." She smiled once again, and I nodded while returning the grin.

"Thanks, Hanako-san." I replied. I gently dropped the medal in my pocket. "I need to have a word with my other friend, now that you mention it ..." I groaned, thinking of how I'd confront Insomni about giving me a useless pog when I really needed her.

"I'll take my leave now." Hanako-san bowed to me. "I'll see you soon."

"The same to you." I bowed in return. I'm not sure when I turned Japanese, but whatever. Hanako-san looked cute bowing anyway.

Without much hassle from the taunting and playful Yo-kai inspiriting the school, I made my way home. I had plans for my roommate.

...

"Insomni! We need to talk!"

I practically yelled at her when I opened the door, and I was surprised to see her asleep on my bed. The queen of insomnia, the leader of ... staying awake, in a deep sleep. It was amazing to behold.

"What, what! I'm up!" Insomni sat up, startled. She licked her lips when she saw me. "Oh, good evening. How was your walk? Where are my apples?"

Shit.

"I, uh ... got robbed by a hungry stray dog." I lied. "He's probably holding a food stand in an alley somewhere. We have something more important to discuss." I pulled Insomni's medal from my pocket and slid it into the Yo-kai Watch. The waiting chime from earlier rang out throughout my room.

"Cannot respond to this medal." The watch repeated.

Insomni paused for a moment. Her eye widened after realizing her mistake, and she gasped.

"Silly me, did I forget to get my medal renewed?" She laughed. "I promise, I'll get a new one tomorrow."

"Tomorrow wasn't an hour ago!" I snapped at her. "I was the human test subject for a Yo-kai!"

"You were a what?" Insomni asked. "Oh, you mean this Yo-kai." She pointed towards my bathroom door. She didn't look happy.

I slowly opened the door, and saw Hanako-san sitting on my toilet. I slapped my forehead with my hand, and shook my head. Another roommate.

"Might I ask what you're doing here, great designer Hanako-san?" I asked.

"You're my partner for my new clothing and skin care line." Hanako explained. "I thought it would be best if we stayed close so we could discuss business matters more. I can stay here and continue haunting a toilet!" Hanako grinned. "Besides, it's a smart idea to keep your business partner close, isn't it?"

"I .. but, you ... sure. Just don't break anything." I sighed. I turned around to Insomni, who had her arms crossed and was looking away from me. "She's going to live in the bathroom, don't be such a drama queen." I groaned. Insomni shook her head and pointed at Hanako-san. I looked back at the short Yo-kai, unsure of what Insomni was referring to ... until I saw black panties around Hanako-san's ankles. She wasn't just haunting the toilet. "Oh, crap!" I slammed the door closed and felt my face heat up from blushing.

"Apparently, yes." Insomni snapped at me. "I told you, you're a one Yo-kai human."

"It'll all work out ... in the morning." I replied, walking to my bed and laying down. Insomni looked furious that I wanted to sleep, but I ignored her. "Just get your tail out of your ass and calm down. Hanako-san won't take my attention from you."

"If she lays a hand on you, you're going to regret it!" Insomni yelled, floating next to my ear and making me sit up.

"Too late." I replied, yawning. "Now good night."

I heard Insomni mutter something, but after a moment there was silence. I stayed quiet, and felt her lips kiss my cheek a moment later. I smiled -- no matter how jealous she could get, she wasn't going anywhere. I liked knowing that. What Insomni told me was still true, even after a second roommate:

Once these Yo-kai entered my life, things would never be the same.