/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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"... Dad?" It was Dad; I'd recognize him anywhere, even in a crowd of a thousand, but his state made me teary-eyed: he was bound to the chair by robust ropes, naked and exposed to the elements, old and new scars opened and bleeding, bruises everywhere, blindfolded and gagged. Until then, his head was down and his body still, as if he had given up, but upon hearing my voice, Dad started to struggle and scream, all muffled and impossible to understand, the chair nailed to the ground creaking. My knees felt weak with empathy, and I watched Yukari with a dumbfounded look, the older woman standing now behind him, one arm hugging his neck and the other playing with the tip of his...

... Of his...

Was Dad always so--

I felt rage. I felt rage watching her there, with that smug smile, dressed in the clothes of my lineage and staring at me with a gleam in her eye.

"Do you like what you see, prodigal daughter?"

"... Release him," I demanded, body trembling and struggling to keep my eyes focused on hers.

"No~"

Wrath boiled to the surface. Why she--

"You know very well why, Hana; don't play dumb," she laughed, biting Dad on the neck. Dad made a muffled sound, and I noticed the blindfold was wet. "Anon here is a very particular kind of man, don't you think? I personally love the type that goes around promising he will engage and never leave the side of a psychopath in the making." She laughed, her caresses on Dad sending crashing waves of hatred through my body. Oh, how so much I wish I could pounce on her, tear her throat open, and take Dad back home safe and sound, my body trembling with the images... Yet...

There was something in the air, like an Aura... Like those quick but real glimpses of Marisa's true strength. The problem is that those glimpses I'd only see during a Master Spark...

Yukari exudes them in the air constantly. One move, I lose.
Simple as that.

"Anon is so good-looking, so manly too," she punctuated that with a stroke of his dick, and my stomach turned, my bowels feeling heavy. "Yet, Anon suffers from being too dumb and happy-go-lucky. Shameful, isn't it? Good men like him shouldn't go around engaging with women like that Mother of yours, not when there are other better women like me and the rest of Gensokyo just thirsting for some good ol' human action. So... I am punishing Anon! This should make sure he understands once and for all the fine details of dealing with women." Mockingly, she rested her massive breasts on top of Dad's head.

I... I-I... I cannot even begin to describe how all that babbling sounded to me. It was like it was another language entirely.

All I got from it is that Yukari is an evil whore.

Quivering with the sheer hatred concentrated beneath my skin, I stutter with the aforementioned lump in my throat, "You... You..." So many words, so much trying to just get out, yet everything felt like a clumped mess in my throat that rebelled against the very concept of sentences. I watch as her smile grows and grows, her hand stroking Dad's dick as I stutter, up and down, up and down, pressing the tip with the thumb and making weird motions, and...

My mouth dries up, I swallow something sinful, and thoughts I’d reserve for my most personal hours bugged my mind.

"Bad girl, Hana, bad girl," she whispers in my ear through a gap, and I jump with the broken spell, my heart rate skyrocketing. I didn't even notice I was staring... Humbled, I returned my gaze to her, confidence in those eyes and intentions in the air I couldn't understand until she spoke them. "Such a bad girl, craving Dad's cock in front of your Mother... Perhaps what you need to set yourself straight is some responsibility. Hana, have you ever wanted, let's say, a little sister for Christmas? Well, look at that -- it's March~!"

The words didn't compute, and I was there, just looking at Yukari as if she had grown a second head...

... Then, as I watched her pull the red skirt up, a mockery of the Hakurei dress, and reveal her bare pussy, shaved and dripping, it finally clicked.

"No," I whispered, powerless. Yukari's words also gave Dad newfound strength to keep struggling.

"Yes~" Sadly, nothing appeared to faze the older youkai.