Yuki-Onna playfully traced an icy path up Paul's waist with the tips of her fingers. The pressure is enough to continue to sculpt his torso, and Paul nearly faints as he feels his stomach knotting and constricting before his internal organs settle into an elfin and curved frame. "Bettah, daughta veavy beautifur. But I stirr do more." Before Paul had a chance to protest, Yuki-Onna grasps his breasts, running her palm against his hardening and throbbing nipples. As her hands rest against his chest, tendrils of cold radiating from Yuki-Onna's body creep into his heart. It's intimate rather than freezing as Paul feels the Yōkai's love for him.
Snow swirls around them and the wind begin to howl, tossing up an impenetrable wall of white, leaving them alone within the eye of the snowstorm. His breathing hastens, matching the pace of the pulsations rippling through his expanding breasts as she massages them. There's a tear as several buttons on his shirt, riding high up his bountiful cleavage, rip away.
"私の娘は巨大なおっぱいを持っています(My daughter have huge tits)," Yuki-Onna laughs. After a couple of seconds Paul's blush deepens and he tries to shy away from the Yōkai' piercing blue gaze. "Make women jearous." He nods, slowly and more unsure of himself, cupping her hands in his as he explores his new additions through her cold touch. "Now we fix dress. Furisode, since celebration and since daughta no marry to cute boy or pretty girr yet."
Paul squirmed, though it was becoming increasingly difficult as his white shirt lengthened and shifted. The silken cloth wrapping around his body in a kimono-like robe. A beautiful pattern of frozen flowers was embroidered into the collar. Yuki-Onna was already tying a thick pink sash around his torso and sending the air escaping from his lungs as she tightened it. "Nghaa, can't breathe." She only clicked her tongue as if this was nothing. Then an arc of wind and snow swept Paul of his feet: he rose until he was floating like Yuki-Onna. He sprawled and kicked his legs in the air.
"Stop that! You wrinkre nagajuban then we do arr over again." The chiding tone in her voice felt like a whip-crack resounding through his soul. Paul almost blurted out a 'はいお母さん(Yes, mother).' The ghostly Yōkai fashioned a furred kimono out of the dancing snow. Its sleeves were long, almost reaching the hem as the arms rested against the dress sides as Yuki-Onna held it out for Paul. The kimono was white, with splashes of blue, brown, and pink depicting a frozen lake guarded by blooming sakura trees and a field of flowers and vines; a winter wonderland. As breathtaking as it was, Paul was still a man. Not that he had a choice, as Yuki-Onna slid the kimono over his helpless, floating body.
Seconds stretched into minutes as Paul self-proclaimed mother methodically dressed him in the traditional outfit, using hidden folds to tie further sashes around his aching torso or smooth out the cloth. Yuki-Onna was singing a lilting and beautiful song about a mother reunited with her daughter. The longing he could hear in the woman's voice drove more shards of doubt into Paul's heart as he lost himself in the narrative. He finally shook himself awake when the Yōkai indicated he should lift his arms as she fastened the koshihimo. The obi followed the same wintery theme, a pale blue as if spring was right around the corner.
Yuki-Onna floated away, letting the silence her song had left hang in the air as she conjured a full-length mirror out of the ice. Paul sailed gently down as the wind abated. They were no longer outside in a tundra, but a castle's bedroom fashioned out of ice.
As soon as he landed, he stumbled forward, his bare feet leaving delicate footprints in the powdery snow covering the icy floor. The young Japanese woman visible in the reflection possessed a radiant beauty: skin as pure as freshly fallen snow; inviting, icy lips; arching white eyebrows set above a sparkling set of blue eyes; all framed by silvery strands that reached her shoulders. While the body hiding under the kimono was stunning and undeniably feminine. Paul didn't notice Yuki-Onna before she gently placed her hands over the woman's... his shoulders.
"みゆき(Miyuki)." The name was heavy on the Yōkai's breath as she slowly tipped Paul's face towards hers. She didn't need to say anything else as Paul... no, the young woman shook her head briefly, as Mizuki parted her lips to kiss her mother. She could feel the last of the lingering heat leaving her body and the tears of happiness and relief falling down her face freezing into glittering jewels. Yuki-Onna brushed the ice shards away.
Mizuki went down to sit on her knees, then lowered her upper body until her stomach pressed into lap. Her hands made a triangle in front of face. "お願いします(Please teach me)." She spoke in perfect Japanese.