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>>45229932 (3/-)
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With time, a certain pattern became clear: I'm always on the move.

Yukari needs something done: keep watch; go destroy some cultists or an enemy of the HSE, maybe wait idly on the reception for just long enough to not lose your head—I thank the fool who attacked me by the HSE's front doors sometime ago. It kind of helped with the momentary boredom… Then, after a hunt, I join Yukari and Anon for hours upon hours in bed, wild passion and lust muddling my thoughts, making the details and particularities of my missions hard to parse—important ones, even more…

It doesn't take a genius to see the big picture: Yukari doesn't want me to think of ways to free myself of her control. There are things I can do, venues I can try—if I'd hard train my hermit power of opening portals in pockets of energy, then with time I'd be able to imitate manipulation of boundaries on my lust… It'd take centuries, but I'd manage. That's just one example; I don't doubt there must be more out there.

Point is: thinking would break her control over me.

So every day I am on the move, hunting those who idolize the worst of me, having my mind consumed by the same lust depicted in their paintings, losing my sense of self, torturing a friend… It's like an unending nightmare.

And now Yukari and this cult mess…—because who else has information on my past? Who can manipulate lowly youkai minds to create a fast-growing cult in the shadows? Everything points at her… But one thing still eludes me: why is it like this? There must be easier ways to keep me busy than creating a cult for Ibaradouji and risking Hakurei/Moriyan involvement… Maybe something to do with this lurking rage? I don't know, and asking Yukari directly is impossible; she'll just seduce me with her perfect skin, plump breasts, slim figure—

I shake my head, munching on my lower lip. It's infuriating how easily she can get to me, and my stomach turns as I trudge forward in the forest… If I can't ask her directly, then I have to resort to alternative methods.

My target comes into view, and I have to give it to these cultists; every time I strike, they appear to be better organized, their numbers bigger, nerves on edge—though they're still composed entirely of weak youkai.

What's your plan, Yukari…?

Fixing my hood, danmaku prepared, I jump and crash through their small alcove's roof, the fight proceeding like all others; I spank them and dodge 'impossible' danmaku patterns, defeat within a minute—though my mind focuses elsewhere—gathering energy.

Piling them outside, breathing in and breathing out, I wait…

—The sound of a gap opening behind me, "My, m—"

I spring into action, pupils dilating as if hyperfocused, tapping into that growing, burning primal anger—Old Magic, weak yet existent, coursing my veins as I instantaneously close the distance between me and the swiftly closing gap, Yukari likely going to open it somewhere else—

My fingers slide inside the gap… And I vicariously pull it open like curtains, tearing space as if made of flesh, blood, and bone!

Inside, floating amidst a sea of wide, red eyes staring at me, is Yukari. And she is not happy. "Daft mistake, Ibarakasen." I hold the gap open with my left arm and shoulder, eyes of fury on Yukari, my bandaged arm exploding in a powerful blue missile that barrels towards her, shaking the strange dimension of the gap.

Bored, the Gap Youkai falls on her back, sinking inside another gap, dodging.

… I smile. The plan worked!

My eyes shine victorious, laboriously holding the breach in space open with all my oni might—physical and magical—, entire body trembling with the effort, concentrating my whole well of energy on one single place and—

My body shakes in agony; my teeth clench, eyes broad. Doing this, pumping energy into a bottomless well of Old Magic… It's like feeding a taotie, ever consuming and never satisfied with anything—more, more, more—and I feel my consciousness slip, yet remain strong, muscles scorching, eyes widening as I feel blood vessels popping around my face and back of the nose, momentarily nauseous.

… Anon…

I keep going, pouring as much magic—it hurts, it hurts—as I can and—

… Her gap, finally, bends to my will.

Took only a second.

Yukari's been controlling my mind for far too long, acting like the worst of owl mothers… Time for some rebelliousness!

As she reappears, frowning with a dangerous glint in her eyes, I jump inside the hijacked gap, nowhere to be seen…

Not as graciously, I fall onto the earth, rolling down a rocky hill, a cloud of dust following my body. I stand up, gasping and sweating, bloodied—yet grinning… Though, I can't waste my precious minutes. I only have a few before Yukari pinpoints my location and brings with her a world of pain and… lust.

Ignoring the stale air—and memories…—of the Underground, I fly through maze-like caves, avoiding weaklings and any waste of my time, determined on reaching the Earth Spirit Palace.

I need Satori Komeiji's help.

Whatever happened to Kasen after her manga? Is she still a significant person in Gensokyo? Or has her limelight over?

>>18569814
Tell us more, buddy.

>>17613403
I'm my own master now.