Myron Malcohm Beckles was just an ordinary teenager living a typical 21st-century life-until one fateful day when a car accident changed everything. Instead of darkness, he found himself waking up in a strange world: the Taisho era in Japan, a perio...
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("Velvet Lanterns & Foreign Flames")
Scene: Yoshiwara, Hidden Room Behind the Curtains | Myron x Oiran Tone: NSFW (Spicy, Soft Domme Energy, Flustered Myron)
Context:
Myron, David, and the Gamaboko Trio — Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke — had been personally recruited by none other than the flamboyant Sound Hashira, Tengen Uzui.
Their mission:
Infiltrate the Entertainment District of Yoshiwara to locate Tengen's kunoichi wives, all of whom had mysteriously gone missing while gathering intel on a suspected demon presence.Whispers spoke of a powerful Upper Rank lurking among the pleasure houses, hidden beneath layers of beauty and lies.
While the group split up to investigate, Myron took a solo path into one of the larger brothel houses, hoping to uncover leads or rumors about the missing women.
Cloaked in his checkered haori and scarf,headphones , his dark locs and foreign appearance drew attention the moment he stepped inside.
But just as he was preparing to ask questions...
He was intercepted.
A graceful, sultry voice called out from across the room — low, rich, and impossible to ignore. An oiran courtesan, draped in silks and mystery, glided toward him with a playful smile, her golden eyes locked on his.
And just like that... Myron found himself completely sidetracked.
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The world outside was loud — full of laughter, music, and temptation. But the moment Myron stepped behind the velvet curtain, the noise faded into a hush. A golden glow filled the hidden parlor, lit by rows of low-hanging lanterns and scented with jasmine and sandalwood.
