Oh What A Night: Oh What A Night!

 

 

Miroku was supposedly meditating, sitting deep in thought away from the others. Kagome had just been telling them more about her time, and trying to explain Valentine’s Day, and then White Day. The monk had excused himself for his daily reflections, but his mind had wandered from his task. The thought of giving a gift to the one you loved had made InuYasha blush and ‘keh’ as he looked away, but it made Miroku think of his promise to Sango, and hers to him. He stretched his glove and bead protected hand in front of him, clenching and unclenching it as he stared at the part of his body that had become a deadly weapon: a source of power, a source of incredible destruction, a source of pain. He hoped that they could find Naraku and defeat him soon. He didn’t want to die before he had the chance to bed the beautiful Sango. At least Master Mushin had made certain that he wouldn’t die a virgin. That thought brought a smile to his lips.

 

 

 

Miroku recalled the wondrous night that occurred just before he was to complete his vows and finally become a monk. Traditionally, monks were expected to be celibate. However, they were quietly encouraged to “sow their wild seed” before taking their final vows. While Miroku always enjoyed looking at pretty girls, and flirting with them, he really didn’t have any idea how to go any further. He would get all tongue-tied, and they would almost always end up walking away, giggling.

 

Master Mushin had insisted that he accompany him to a bath house that was kind of in the middle of nowhere late one afternoon. Of course, it wasn’t “just” a bathhouse. You started with a bath, but that was only the beginning. At least, that was the rumor that Miroku had heard. He didn’t understand why his master was insisting that he accompany him there.

 

As they approached the domicile that was practically a fortress, a gate swung open to admit them. When the pair passed through, they heard, “Welcome. Please continue along the path to the entry. There you may make your selection.”

 

“Master Mushin?”

 

“Yes, Miroku?”

 

“What are we doing here? I mean, are you, are you going to…” Miroku couldn’t finish his question.

 

“No, not me, my boy; but you are going to. I will enjoy an evening of food and drink. You, however, are going to experience something that every young man should at least once. You’ll become a monk in a few days. Your duties will keep you busy until then, so tonight is the night. Now, when we go in, I want you to choose carefully. The woman you select will stay with you for the evening and until morning if you so desire. Pick one that you find attractive, one that you will enjoy. Several will wish to serve your tea or engage you in conversation. You will have your choice of them all. Just remember, whichever one you leave the room with, is the one you will spend the night with. She will take care of your every need: she will bathe you, feed you, and then bed you. Choose wisely.”

 

“You mean…”

 

“Yes. After tonight, you will be a man. And then, you will become a monk. Come, it is time.” Mushin led the young man up the steps and to the entryway. The door slid open and the most beautiful girl Miroku had ever seen bowed and waved them inside.

 

 

 

Miroku didn’t know where to begin. He sat on a mat on the floor, and one woman after another came in, each more beautiful than the last. All had flawless hair and perfect makeup, and wore beautiful kimonos with an obi tied in a precise knot. He just didn’t know which one he should choose. They each looked like a hand painted Hakata doll; like a decoration, not a real woman.

 

Then, she walked into the room. Instead of locks piled up on her head in an elaborate style with not a one hair out of place, hers was in a ponytail down her back. Long, beautiful, black straight hair that glimmered as the flames from the oil lamps in the room reflected off of it. A sharp word from the okami, and she quickly wrapped her hair in a bun, pulling a chopstick from her obi to stab through it and hold it in place. Still, the look of defiance on her face sent a chill up Miroku’s spine, and heat to his loins. He had never seen such a beautiful creature, almost like an animal locked in a cage, pacing, testing, and waiting patiently to escape. Would she be gentle? Would she be rough? She was a little older than the other girls, her breasts fully developed, her bottom more round. He didn’t want his first time to be with one of these young girls, no more than fourteen. He wanted a real woman. He wanted her.

 

“That one,” Miroku stated as he pointed towards the haughty young lady. “I want her.”

 

The okami whipped her head up and in the direction of Miroku’s arm. “Are you certain? The others are all willing to take care of your pleasure for the evening.”

 

“Is she not available?” Miroku questioned.

 

“Of course she is. She simply has not been here as long as many of the others. She is not as experienced,” the okami responded. What she did not mention was that the girl had recently been sold to the brothel by her family, and her spirit had not completely been broken yet. She still had a wild streak in her.

 

Miroku thought about it for a minute. He had no experience, and this girl did not have as much as most of the others. Still, that look in her eye… “She is the one that I want. And will you tell her to let her hair back down? I liked it better that way.”

 

“As you wish.” The okami snapped her fingers and motioned for the girl to join Miroku. Miroku did not hear what was said, but the chopstick was removed and her beautiful black hair fell back down her back. The slightest hint of a smile graced the girl’s features as her hair tumbled down.

 

“Follow me,” she said after bowing to Miroku. Tucking her arms into her sleeves, she turned and walked away. Miroku scrambled to get up and followed after her.

 

 

 

First, she led him to the bath. It was actually a hot spring that had a large bathhouse built around it. Miroku just stood and grinned as she helped him out of his clothing, until he was standing bare before her. After folding them neatly and placing them in a cubbyhole in the shelving along the wall, she began to pull off her own layers of clothes.

 

Miroku couldn’t help himself. He was partially erect from just thinking about the evening before him with this beautiful creature, but the sight of her peeling off her garments made him stand at attention. When she turned to face him, she was as striking as he imagined: her full, plump breasts standing out from her lithe body, the curve of her bottom was so round that he reached out to cup it.

 

“Not yet,” she said, gently removing his hand from her butt and holding it in her own. Leading him down the stairs she added, “First, we bathe.”

 

 

 

Apparently, what she really meant was that first, she would bathe Miroku. She didn’t do anything as far as washing herself. Picking up a jar that was sitting on a ledge, she poured some of the contents in her hand and began to wash him.

 

Miroku just stood unusually still as she ran her hands all over his body. She may not have been experienced according to the okami, but she felt skilled enough to him. Her magic fingers rubbed all over. She soaped his chest, and then his back. She had him move into more shallow water so that she could do the same to his legs. All the while, Miroku’s cock seemed to have developed a mind of its own and was bouncing around, almost as if trying to catch the girl attending to him.

 

Miroku was disappointed when he felt the hands leave his body, but wasn’t for long. Once she had rinsed him well, she had turned to pour some scented oil on her hands. She returned and began to massage it into his body. Miroku gasped when she gripped his throbbing erection and started to pull. He closed his eyes and reveled at the feeling of someone else’s hand wrapped around his dick. Gods, it didn’t feel anything like this when he did it himself. 

 

She tightened her grip and increased her speed. Miroku couldn’t help but to reach forward and place his hands over her breasts as she worked to bring him to orgasm. He squeezed his eyes shut as his hips involuntarily jerked with her motions. It was coming, that feeling of his balls tightening, the one like he was on fire. Not wanting to make much noise out of habit, Miroku leaned his forehead against her shoulder and cried, “Ahhhhhh” when the white liquid began to shoot from the tip.

 

“Thank you,” he whispered when she released his now limp dick.

 

However, she didn’t say a word. Instead, she picked up the soap, rewashed his lower region, and then made him wade in deeper to make certain he was rinsed off.

 

“Come, now we eat,” she said as she started up the steps out of the water. Picking up a bath sheet, she waited for Miroku to join her. She patted him dry, and then did the same for herself. Hanging the sheet over a rail to dry, she picked up a yukata. “You will wear this until you are ready to leave. Do not worry; your clothing will be brought to you.”

 

Holding the garment up for Miroku, he slipped his arms through the sleeves. She reached around his waist to tie the belt, and then donned her own.

 

“Come.” She turned and headed out of the bathhouse, and down a corridor.

 

 

 

She took him to a room with only enough space for an area to eat, and for the futon on the floor. Instructed to have a seat, Miroku sat down and watched her shapely bottom as she left the room.

 

His lower regions started to stir again when she returned. Her yukata was gaping open to reveal her breasts as she carried the tray with their food. She leaned over, giving him a full view, when she set the dishes from the tray on the low table. He had to admit, she looked far more appealing than the food as her pony tail slid over her shoulder and down her front.

 

“Eat,” she said as she flipped her hair back along her back, and sat down across from him. Miroku nodded and picked up the bowl of soup.

 

They ate in silence. Miroku really didn’t know what to say, and he was mesmerized watching the chopsticks go from her bowl to her mouth. It was a sweet mouth, with full lips that were a bit pouty. His eyes trailed down her long, delicate neck, and continued to her cleavage. She had made no effort to wrap the yukata more tightly around her, and her breasts were easily observed from under the loose cloth that was draping away from them. Again, Miroku felt the muscles in his lower regions start to tighten as he began to harden. How much longer would he have to wait? What would it feel like?

 

 

 

When they had first approached this place, Miroku thought it was wrong that Master Mushin was going to pay for sex. After all, he was a monk, and they were supposed to remain celibate in their order. In fact, it wasn’t just that. He didn’t think that any man should have to pay for sex. After all, isn’t that what all of the lovely girls were for? Someone to take them as their wife and then bed them as often as they wanted? Then there were the young women that seemed to enjoy toying with men. They would lead them on, but then not produce the goods when it came time. That was so frustrating! Come to think if it, maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. Miroku had started having wet dreams and then masturbating on a regular basis. What would it feel like to be inside of a woman? He had been afraid he might never know. He nervously toyed with the glove and beads that protected his hand. The girl had not said anything when he did not remove them to bathe, so hopefully, it would not be a problem in bed.

 

“Well, are you here to fuck, or what?” his attendant asked sharply. Miroku jumped. He was so lost in his thoughts that he did not realize that she had disrobed and stretched out on the futon. She lay totally nude before him, her legs parted and knees bent, ready for him.

 

Miroku just gawked. Her pony tail had been tossed to one side, so that it trailed off the edge of the futon. Her breasts were not as plump since they were pulled down by gravity while she lay on her back. Her stomach was flat and hard, like she had been used to doing some kind of labor before she came here. Between her legs was smooth skin that had the slightest tinge of red. Apparently, she had recently been shaven. She began to rub herself between her legs so that she could at least be prepared for him. She’d do it because she had to, but there was no point in it being painful because she was dry.

 

“It… it… it is just…” Miroku’s voice trailed away. He was embarrassed to admit he wasn’t sure what to do.

 

She swung her legs around to the floor and gracefully stood. In a few steps, she was directly in front of him. “What? Am I not good enough now?”

 

Miroku shook his head. “No, you are beautiful. It… well… well… I’ve never…”

 

“Doutei, huh? We’ll have to do something about that.” Miroku gasped as she reached into the tent made by his yukata and grabbed his cock that was standing straight out from his body, and tugged. “Come on.”

 

Backing up, she kept his erection firmly in her grasp until she felt the futon behind her foot. She lay back down and resumed her previous position. “It’ll be a little easier if you take off the yukata. You can just toss anywhere.”

 

 

 

Miroku did as told and moved around to the foot of the futon, and crawled on his hands and knees towards her. She used her hands to coax him forward until he was in position. When she had him where she wanted him, she reached for his erection to guide him in.

 

“Are you ready?” she asked.

 

“Yes,” Miroku whispered. He’d never been so ready for anything in his life.

 

“Then push.”

 

He bucked his hips forward, guided by the hand wrapped around his shaft. He closed his eyes when he felt something warm and wet surround him. He pressed all the way in and then stopped, savoring the feeling. He pulled back to do it again, but went a little too far and missed, landing in the crease of her leg instead.

 

He heard her giggle as she grasped him again, guiding him back into her. “Not so far, silly,” she whispered as she lined him up at her entrance again.

 

Miroku gained more confidence as he began thrust into her. This time, he didn’t try to pull so far out and didn’t lose contact with his target.

 

“Go as hard and fast as you want. You can’t hurt me,” she encouraged. And that was the truth. He was incredibly gentle compared to most she had been given to. He did not abuse her as so many clients did. At the moment, she was glad that he had selected her.

 

Miroku wasn’t sure how long he could last. The real thing was better than he’d ever imagined. So warm and wet and supple underneath him, he starting plunging into her as hard and fast as he could. He was panting, and felt his loins tighten up again. Unable to hold back any more, he surged into her and released the fire that had built up within him. Grinning, he collapsed on top of her, pinning her underneath him. His head was spinning with all of the feelings that raced through his body. He could think of no other experience to compare to this one. He couldn’t wait until he’d rested long enough to do it all again.

 

“Are you going to stay, for the night, I mean?” Miroku asked his companion.

 

“If that is your wish; your master paid for the room for the night. If you dismiss me, I will simply be given to another.”

 

“Then stay, please. I only have this one night, and I want to make the best use of it,” he explained.

 

“As you wish.”

 

 

 

And what a fabulous night it had been. She stayed with him as she promised, not leaving until shortly after dawn the next morning when all of the girls were required to return to their own rooms, and the clients for the night were expected to leave. And since she was teaching him, she showed him things that he would otherwise never have learned – all because he was actually nice to her. He lost track of how many times they had fucked that night, and thanked Buddha that he had selected her. She had a fire within her that still burned brightly; she was almost like a wild animal amongst the tame sheep. Miroku smiled as he remembered some of the things they had done, some of the things he hoped to try someday with his future wife.

 

“Miroku?” Sango called. “Dinner is ready. Do you want to come and eat before your rabbit gets cold?”

 

The monk shook his head to clear it of his thoughts. They would defeat Naraku and destroy him. They simply had to. He didn’t want his encounter with the girl whose name he never knew to be his last. 

 

He stood and brushed himself off. Sango was waiting.

 

 

 

 

 

AN: December ’63 (Oh What A Night)

(c) Copyright 1975 by Jobete Music Company, Inc. and Seasons Music Company.

SONG HITS, May 1976.

(As recorded by The Four Seasons)

Written by Bob Gaudio & Judy Parker