Toji X Mamaguro Novels & Stories

“According to northern lore, Toyotama, the daughter of Watatsumi the sea god, fell in love with and married a handsome mortal by the name of Hoori. For three years, the couple lived in Ryūgū, the undersea palace made out of red and white coral and fish scales. However, deep down Hoori felt lonely and missed the surface world. And so, with the sea god’s blessing, the couple ascended to the surface world, riding the back of a one-fathom-long wani. Once they arrived, Toyotama announced her pregnancy and Hoori built for her a child-delivery hut thatched with cormorant feathers. She requested that her husband not watch while she gave birth to their child within the hut. “‘Whenever a foreigner is

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

The light from the kitchen highlighted his features—strong, confident, and as always, comforting to look at. “Here you go,” Jiro said, placing a steaming bowl in front of me before settling into his seat. His eyes immediately went to Hibiki. “Still thinking about that broccoli, champ?” Hibiki wrinkled his nose, pushing the piece around his plate. “It’s not yummy, Daddy.” Jiro smirked, leaning his elbows on the table. “But you know what? Broccoli makes you super strong. You want to be strong, don’t you?” Hibiki’s eyes lit up at that, and he looked up with sudden interest. “Like you, Daddy?”

The table is filled with different types of nigirizushi made with tuna, shrimp, eel, squid, octopus and even fried egg. My mouth waters at the assortment laid out in front of me. A pang of homesickness hits me as I take my first bite of food. Jamari moans sweetly when she takes a bite of one made with tuna. I feel my cock twitch in my jeans at the sound of her delicious moan. She licks her lips slowly, cleaning up every last drop of food from her mouth. My eyes watch the movement of her tongue, wishing it was my tongue doing the licking. She turns to me and lifts a brow in question.

He was handing a bag filled of Oceanic Produce to his regular customer, Madam Jongi a 2 meter tall Demi-Human of Bear Clan. “5 Credits right?……nothing much old Mento…it’s just that the produce is just as tasty as it was nutritious!….My husband and kids loves it..also, eating the Tier 2 Sea Bream apparently made it easier for my kids to study…I can’t slack off…after all Mongi my boy..is going to the Military Academy soon~..Hohoho~..”. (Madam Jongi)

That would be better. "Why are you so moody lately?" Aito asked, wondering what made his friend seem so upset. "You've been acting super weird. Is something bothering you?" Toshiro huffed. "So you're just noticing" TJ, who was in Aito's arms suddenly spoke up, "Dad said a monster wants to eat baby" Aito was confused. "A monster wants to what now?" "Eat baby" TJ answered. "Dad said monster is bad. Don't worry. TJ will protect baby"

” ßenlong said showing the stair to the next floor which is located near the bookshelf under that giant window. Alfi looks at the scattered tentacles on the floor and says, ’let’s have a break then. Anyone likes Takoyaki and Okonomiyaki?” Alfi draws the magic curtain and throws it forward. He takes it back and they see a set of Takoyaki and Okonomiyaki cooking ware with a box of cold beverages and the ingredients like eggs, flour, water, etc. “I do!” Jeje and Herman exclaimed. “Alfi, don’t we have to hurry?” Kartika asked.

"One soup three dishes?" The chef nodded, then used his hands to point. "Miso Soup, grilled fish, Tagamo-yaki, also known as omelet, Nimono and Tsukemono, you call them vegetables. Then, last but not the least, a pot of high-grade sencha green tea." "I call this brilliance," Caine said, rubbing his plans together. "What's your name, chef?" I asked. "Chef Toba," he answered with a hand to his chest and a bow.

I just stand there waiting, until, Tobi's silhouette appears in the doorway, clowning and breakdancing. I know i have hinted you enough to the fact, but i've never spelled it out. Here it is: Tobechukwu Joash Obiatu is a mugu. A tight mugu. And i tell him that with every airful i get. His usual answer: The brother to a mugu... "... is a big mumu." He says, a full grin breaking across his face.

If Tojuro continued growing, he’d become the Shinto Way’s tower of strength. What a shame that he bumped into Harvey of all people… While Harvey was lamenting the situation, Tojuro was completely shocked by his mere aura. He gritted his teeth before rolling forward and swinging his sword again. Slap! Harvey casually swung his palm forward, but he was a little more serious this time. A crisp feeling was felt on the palm; Tojuro’s body was instantly sent flying, and he crashed into the corner of the temple. After twitching a few times, he immediately stopped breathing.