The Snow Woman's Deceptive Onsen
Snow women live in hot springs. Snow women live in snow mountains. It was an old saying passed down from time immemorial.
White skin and hair, blue eyes. Massive tits and a dick the size of a pinky finger. That was the image of a snow woman as described by Necoma, the so-called hero of the north.
Necoma stretched languidly in the exotic hot spring inn.
"Yaaah, aaahhn~!"
Her black tail swished back and forth, and her pointed ears perked up.
How long had it been since she'd arrived? All the accumulated fatigue had melted away, and her companions' wounds had mostly healed.
"Necoma-sama."
"Ah, snow woman-nyang?"
"Yes. May I come in?"
"Of course-nyang!"
Necoma welcomed the snow woman into her room with a grin.
"Thanks as always-nyang! Thanks to you, my companions are all recharged-nyang."
"No need to thank me. If anything..."
"Nyang?"
"Ah, nothing."
The snow woman licked a thick white glob from the corner of her mouth and swallowed it before speaking.
"I've received more than enough in return."
She flashed a bright smile, utterly devoid of any ulterior motives. Necoma, with her keen feline instincts, blinked at her. Sure enough, no hidden intentions whatsoever.
"Thanks again-nyang."
"Necoma-sama?"
"Titjob... nyang?"
Necoma mashed together her modest chest with effort and looked up at the snow woman. Her tail whipped rapidly, and her cheeks flushed red.
"Wh-why aren't you saying anything-nyang? Nyaaahn~?"
"No, it's fine."
"But..."
"I don't suck anyone smaller than me."
The snow woman glanced at Necoma's chest with a faint smile. She jiggled her own enormous breasts for emphasis.
"...Y-you...!"
Necoma bellowed at the snow woman.
"You tiny-dicked bitch!!! Nyaaaaagh!!!!"
"What a washboard. Pfft."
"Yaaah, aaagh!!!"
Necoma's fur stood on end as she hissed furiously. The snow woman gazed at her fondly, like she was adorable, then excused herself, saying a guest had arrived.
Until her weary, panting companions returned, Necoma kept hissing into the empty room.
"Did you eat fish-nyang? I smell something fishy-nya."
"Uh, wha? Ah, no... Er, y-yeah! I did!"
"Why'd you eat without me, aaagh!!"
The sweaty, fishy stench from her companions only made her hissing worse.
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Kairan and her party left the succubus village. They'd promised the village head they'd return someday, then followed the path onward.
The farther they went, the colder the weather grew. Chilling winds pierced even the mana cloaking their bodies. Their body temperatures didn't drop, but their breaths fogged, and shivers ran through them.
"I'll reinforce it once more."
Unable to bear it, Eli cast another strengthening spell on everyone, while Nia floated small flames around them. Thanks to the two, they wouldn't freeze to death.
"It's weirdly cold..."
"M-my nose stings..."
Eli clung to Kairan, Nia to Karni. Nairah had long since hidden in the shadows, and the four rubbed against each other for warmth.
As they trudged on, Kairan scanned the surroundings. A pristine white landscape blanketed in snow. Each step crunched satisfyingly underfoot—cold, biting, but exhilarating.
The addictive sound drew her forward until a small puddle appeared ahead. Unfrozen, despite the freezing air.
"Kairan."
"Got it."
She knew instantly. A chill pierced her body, and Kairan drew her sword.
Shing! With a wind-cutting whoosh, a school of tiny fish erupted from the puddle.
"Hup!"
One sword stroke. The fish swarm turned to powder and vanished. Blood and flesh spraying from the split school froze into tiny crystals and shattered.
Worthy of breaching multiple layers of Eli's strengthening spells.
More puddles appeared after that. Mostly Kairan handled them, but Karni or Nia occasionally swung their blades or cast spells to clear the fish.
"Another puddle?"
"Yeah. But something..."
"It's different."
Another one. But this felt off. Kairan approached slowly, sword in one hand.
"Ah, d-don't stab!"
A voice from the puddle. As Kairan lowered her sword cautiously, the puddle widened, and a human-like figure emerged.
"H-hello?"
The woman brushed back her snow-white hair and greeted them. Her massive breasts caught the eye first, followed by the tiny dick between her legs. Karni stifled a laugh at the pathetically small futanari cock.
"I'm a snow woman."
"Snow woman?"
"Yes! Welcome to the Snow Woman's Hot Spring Inn!"
Clap clap. Light applause echoed. The snow woman clapped twice, and the surroundings shifted. The bone-chilling cold vanished, the snowy landscape transforming into a Japanese-style inn. Warm air, wooden floors, sliding doors lining long corridors, tatami rooms beyond. The classic hot spring inn image.
Kairan steadied her pounding heart and looked around.
"Whoa..."
The party's sole mage, Nia, gasped softly in awe.
"A barrier...? No, summoning? Sh-she summoned the whole building here...?"
"This entire snow mountain is my domain as a snow woman."
"...Holy shit."
The snow woman led them down the corridor, giving a tour.
"...Aren't snow women part of the demon army?"
"Nominally, yes! But I don't really cooperate or anything. I love peace, after all."
She explained her demon army affiliation was purely nominal—a simple non-aggression pact, reinforced for security.
"This is your room. Soundproofed perfectly, and the north hero's party is next door."
"Soundproof, you say?"
"Yes! Call if you need anything."
The snow woman stuck out her long tongue playfully.
"I'll think about it~."
Eli headed inside first. She dove into the fluffy bedding. Warm air, soft futon, accumulated fatigue—the drowsiness crept in. By the time Kairan turned, Eli was already asleep.
Kairan lifted Eli onto the bedding properly and lay beside her. Floor bedding after so long. She'd used it before transmigrating, back in her single days, but post-transmigration, it was always beds. Fortunately, no hard floor feel—just plush like a mattress. Magic treatment or domain effect? Either way, pleasant sleepiness washed over her.
"Everyone... asleep...?"
"Looks like it."
"Mmm..."
"Ah! N-Nairah! No sleeping in the shadows!"
Nia pulled a dozing Nairah from the shadows, thanks to the warm air. She laid Nairah on the futon and turned to Karni.
"I-I'm gonna sleep too... W-wanna sleep together...?"
"Huh? No, you go ahead. I wanna wash up first."
"Ah... O-okay! G'night..."
Even sleepy-eyed Nia drifted off. Karni pushed aside a twinge of guilt and headed to the onsen the snow woman had mentioned.
'It's... quiet.'
The corridors were silent. Perfect soundproofing? Probably.
'Something's off.'
Her instincts prickled. Quarter white tiger beastkin blood gave her senses rivaling hero Kairan or saintess Eli—though theirs ranked lower due to lust. Real top instinct: Karni.
'Weird.'
She brushed off the growing suspicion and entered the onsen. The snow woman was already there, looking slightly smaller than outside. Imagination?
"Ah, here to bathe?"
"Yeah. Wanted to wash up."
"Hehe. Come on in."
Karni slipped into the perfectly warm waters. Tension melted away as fatigue dissolved.
"Something bothering you?"
"Huh?"
"It's all over your face."
"R-really?"
Karni panicked. Had it shown? Too relaxed?
"What is it? Tell me."
"Uh... just, something feels off."
"What?"
"Like... no guard down...?"
"..."
Right. No wariness. Unnaturally so. Why? Why? Why? The word flooded her mind.
Why believe the snow woman's words outright? Why relax upon entering? Why tell her this?
Karni slowly turned to the snow woman. Her form had changed. Massive breasts gone, shorter stature. But now, a massive cock.
"What're you staring at?"
No pinky-sized anymore—Kairan or Eli levels.
"Spread 'em wide already, you pussy bitch."