/jp/ - Otaku Culture

I was about to respond when something began happening, and it left both Reimu and I stunned into silence. "Ah~ There. No, right - Nngh - Right there, yeah..." That was Tenshi's voice. Reimu stopped, and I froze a moment later. very slowly, Reimu began to turn toward me, and I wished she'd stop so I didn't have to see the smug look on her face. Doesn't mean anything, I hissed at her. She just raised an eyebrow and beckoned me to follow her again, until we were up against the wall of Marisa's house.

"Never would've expected it from you, Tenko." That, then, was Marisa. "Wonder what your daddy would think if he saw this?" There came some sort of noise, and then a drawn out, girlish groan from Tenshi. "There, that felt good, right? Trust my god hands."

"Who the hell calls them that, huh?" Tenshi's reply was weak and devoid of breath. Reimu turned back to me from where we were both pressed against the wall, her finger already raised and her smile already smug. Silently, we had a quick argument about misinterpreting conversations that we couldn't see, and then got back to listening.

"Kourin always thought they were pretty good." Marisa replied, sounding like she was shrugging. "Alright, try that - Whoa, what are you going to do with that? Hey, I don't think that's going to - Ah!" She let out a sharp gasp. Reimu poked me on the shoulder. I flicked her ear. "No, no way, that's never going to work. It's way too much."

"Relax, would you? Honestly, you'd think I just - Here, let me..." Tenshi drew in a breath, and then released it slowly. "Good enough?"

"G-Good enough..." Marisa said weakly. "Wait, no - Don't put any more in, or it'll..." She trailed off. "Oh, now look what you've done." She tutted. "No more foot massages for you." I poked Reimu in the side victoriously, and she responded with a rude gesture. A massage was - Not - a romance!
"But it just looks better like that. Come on, you must think so too. Aesthetics are important. Look, I could shape it into a little heart." This time, it was Reimu who turned to me. I stared back blankly, because I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. After a moment, she rolled her eyes and turned back. "Alright, so that's...Yeah. Come on, can I taste it yet? I'll restrain myself if it helps."

"Tenko, just - Yes, actually. Restrain yourself, or I'm going to actually restrain you myself." Marisa was still using that nickname that she'd given Tenshi. Well, it would be even stranger if she was using the name that Satori had called her by while my brain had been collapsing. "Maybe I'll do that anyway. Might be fun."

There was silence for a few moments, though we could hear something happening inside. "Oh, come on, you have to be ready by now. I will go for it whether you like it or not, you know." Tenshi sounded impatient, and I could practically see the gears in Reimu's head turning as she placed things together in an absolutely inaccurate way. "Ma-Ri-Sa~" She drew out each syllable playfully. "You can't deny me like this forever~" Okay, even I was struggling to jump through enough mental gymnastics to get this to come out well. For me, especially, since Reimu was going to win our little bet at this rate.

"Oh, fine. Here, I'll be generous. Open wide." Then, I heard a sort of slurping sound, and Tenshi let out a pleased sigh.

"Mhm...Tastes really good. The mushrooms really add some flavour." Reimu looked back at me and mouthed the word 'Mushroom?' with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. "Never thought I'd find something so good on the surface. I'd eat you every single day..."