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“It was terrible of you! How could you two do something like that?!” Kasen yells, one index finger pointing up, the other four holding onto the sheath of the sword. Hana is blushing too much to say anything and Anon gives me a pitying look, petting the two sleeping Aunns on his lap. “Don't you two understand how foul such a tactic is?! Biological m-mother and daughter just… L-Loving each other in ways no mother and daughter should ever!” The light of the campfire enhances her reddened face.

“We needed a way to defeat you, Kasen—”

“And having your daughter suck on your clothed bust was the best idea you came up with?!” She holds onto the sword's scabbard by the very tip, extends her arm and hits the handle of the katana against the top of my head. Multiple times.

“Stop that, Obasen! That thing can steal my soul!” Blushing furiously, I push the thing away from me, then glance at Hana. She was cherry-red! I wish I had gotten Aya's camera to take pictures… So cute~, though the context will forever embarrass/haunt me. “Besides, none of us did it out of some lustful desire for each other's bodies—it was mere necessity. Right, Hana?”

“O-Of course!” She jolts, her voice so loud that it gets the Aunns’ attention before they go back to sleep. Nervously laughing, she goes on. “Therapy with Eirin-sensei has ridden me from all that…” Hana pauses, squirming a little. “Bad lust, you know?” It warms my heart to witness her courage, even more when Anon reaches forward and pats her on the head with pride. Hana beams. “I was really surprised it worked out, though… Like, who'd have guessed the trick to defeat the Oni Sage was doing THAT with my mother…” Kasen sighed and pouted, a sermon ready—if Hana hadn't continued. “But… W-Would it work again?”

It was as if I were a child again and Sakuya had just stopped time. But it hadn't, and all eyes were on Hana. Anon glances at me, puzzled; Kasen blushes before scratching her nape, apparently too mortified to speak. I'm about to melt.

“H-Hana…” Kasen starts, abashed. “I d-don't know what to say, really. But I think it's for the best if the question remains unanswered—Anon, could I have another skewer, please?”

“O-Of course, Kasen!” He latches onto the subject change immediately, preparing the skewer and rolling it on golden farofa in record time before extending it to the oni, who was about to keep speaking—

“B-But knowing would be beneficial! What if, one day, you lose control of Douji and we have to stop you?” Hana hammers on, embarrassment spreading like wildfire. I love my daughter a lot and would gladly die for her… But by the Hakurei God, she can be a lot sometimes.

Kasen just stares at her, then at me and, in unison, we look at Hana: her eyes are big, her posture tense, her mouth a line. She’s very quiet.

“Hana… do you feel like you're…” I moisten my lips, looking at Anon for support. He nods with his head, tense too, as expected. “Relapsing?”

“What?! I'm not! I'm just… curious about an important matter!” She stomps her foot on the ground, developing a characteristic Hakurei liquid courage reserved only when you need to butt your head against a massive wall. “It's crucial information! So, K-Kasen, for the good of all of Gensokyo, you as a youkai MUST watch me and Mother have steamy forep—e-execute our Hakurei technique!” She says it out loud, trying very hard to remain neutral despite the steam coming out of her ears.

I sigh, deflated and dirty. Yep, she's relapsing…

A silent conversation happens between me, Kasen, and Anon—the latter facepalms, the sleeping Aunns mumbling at the movement.

Dreadfully, I remember Eirin's words about what to do during a relapse: play along until she understands what's happening and feels guilty… So, brooding, we play along. Moving to her bedroom—so Anon doesn't have to see this and get memories of the days in that place—I and Hana—who's very hasty about it—transform—

She is on top of me before I know what is going on, groping my exposed thighs and attacking my lips with hers. Kasen watches, arms crossed and blushing. I can hear her heart pounding. “I-Is this working… Kasen-nee?” Hana asks out of breath, fingers teasingly pinching a pink nipple that fed her when she was a baby…

“N-No, it's not—that's confirmation enough, right?!”

Yes…

“Absolutely not!

WHAT—

“How?! You're in such a lewd pose, dressed so skimpily and her nipples—” Kasen utters, gawking at me. I gestured a 'no'.

“What if you acquired resistance after the Solstice?! We need something more… We need to go deeper!” I swear, there are pink hearts in her eyes.

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Still petting the Aunns’ head, Anon hears a faraway, muffled yell, ‘FORGIVE ME, MASTER!”

An hour later, only Kasen returns. “… Is it that bad…?” He asks.

She sits down and stares at the fire, quiet—still. Her eyes look dead. “I had to fake Douji’s losing control so she'd stop. She was exhausted and went to sleep immediately; Reimu’s searching for her album of baby pictures…”

Oh—It's very bad…

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“K-Kasen is too strong! There's only one way to defeat her… You gotta get naked AND on fire, Reimu.”
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