Kuchisake Onna Novels & Stories

"Old lady, why don't you say anything when you come here today, let me go to the door to meet you." The old woman gave a very gentle smile when she saw the owner come out. "Xuka, it's not that I don't know you, there's no need to be so polite." Xuka is now middle-aged, but her demeanor is elegant, not inferior to the other wives. "Your custom cheongsam is done and I was about to have someone send it to you." Xuka noticed Lina next to her, looked around, couldn't help but joke: "Is this the little girl who kidnapped her, so cute."

she added, which made the woman stop for a second. She looked at her with a surprised look on her face before she laughed out loud, enough that it poured through the four corners of the room. "Marvelous, lady," Hiyori said before she crossed her legs. "Truth be told, out of one hundred prestige women from a long generation of prosperity, I am Lord Sasaki's fifth concubine," she explained, which made her surprised beyond words. It was obvious that she had no knowledge about Japan's cultures and traditions, which made her even more baffled.

The craftsmanship, the quiet elegance, it felt like stepping into another century. Footsteps approached. Haruto Suzuki entered first, impeccable in a charcoal kimono-style jacket over tailored trousers. Beside him walked the interpreter I recognized from the waterfront lounge, and a woman who could only be his wife. She is stunning, flawless porcelain skin, long black hair pinned in an elegant twist, wearing a deep plum kimono embroidered with silver cranes. She looked no older than me, maybe twenty-five or twenty-six, but carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone who’d grown up knowing exactly who she was.

the woman asked. Takashi looked at the fairly bloodied woman. He tried not to show his disgust and his surprise at how unaffected everyone else is. “The girl here is a poker expert and the guy over here is a Fujiwara”. He watched as the woman’s eyes widened just a fraction, but she was back to bored and then angry. “How are you not sure it’s a coincidence? Send them away and make sure that they do not speak of this” and she turned her back to them.

Alif is relieved that finally someone is seen around him and can help him. "Sorry, Mpok. Not that I'm presumptuous. I was trying to go to the toilet, but I got lost." Alif walked closer to the door of the room. The woman stopped combing her hair. He then turned to Alif. Right. She is Kumara, Doni's wife. A few seconds later, a strange thing happened. Kumara raised her hand that was holding the comb and chewed the comb. The comb fell out and was chewed by Kumara's teeth which became pointed with a "kraaaak ... kraaaak ..." sound like crackers being eaten.