/jp/ - Otaku Culture

warosu was killed, sadly. All posts in chronological posting order!
>>44783853 | 1-4-Yukari starts the HSE, unfortunately
>>44783859 |
>>44783865 |
>>44783869 |
>>44789500 | 1-2-Hana regrets everything
>>44797583 |
>>44801201 | 1-Marisa jobbs
>>44808699 | 3-Hana
>>44813876 | 2-Marisa
>>44823600 | 4-Hana
>>44824137 | 1-Chen makes frens
>>44826502 | 5-7-Hana
>>44827141 |
>>44827779 |
>>44828232 | 2-Chen
>>44828303 | 8-Hana
>>44829240 | 1-2-Aya gets a scoop
>>44829742 |
>>44830460 | 1-Ran conspires to save Anon, Chen makes a promise
>>44830530 | 3-Chen
>>44831787 | 3-5 Aya
>>44831959 |
>>44832166 |
>>44833004 | 2-Ran/Chen
>>44833632 | 6-8-Aya
>>44833913 |
>>44834188 |
>>44836175 | 3-Ran/Chen
>>44837584 | 1-Kasen, sadly the hammer type
>>44838354 | 4-Ran/Chen
>>44838572 | 1-Hijiri does things not recommended to monks
>>44838849 | 1-Yuuka destroys Anon's pelvis
>>44839020 | 5-Ran/Chen
>>44840553 | 1-2-Reisen gets a bad case of heart-bleed
>>44840644 |
>>44841739 | 9-Aya
>>44842051 | 2-Hijiri
>>44842176 | 1-Yukari has committed sins aplenty
>>44842793 | 10-Aya
>>44843053 | 3-Hijiri
>>44843501 | 11-12-Aya
>>44843706 |
>>44844619 | 6-Ran/Chen
>>44846129 | 4-Hijiri
>>44846904 | 1-Toutetsu does goat things
>>44847934 | 1-Alice, the femcel
>>44848916 | 7-Ran/Chen
>>44849075 | 13-14-Aya
>>44849823 |
>>44851670 | 2-Toutetsu
>>44852394 | 15-Aya
>>44856869 | 2-Yukari
>>44857107 | 8-Ran/Chen
>>44857828 | 3-Yukari
>>44859128 | 9-Ran/Chen
>>44860148 | 16-17-Aya
>>44861513 |
>>44861980 | 3-Marisa
>>44862210 | 1-Okina jobbs
>>44863801 | 1-Kanako also jobs, but cutely
>>44865416 | 4-Yukari
>>44869347 | 1-Seiga converts Anon to tao
>>44869783 | 3-Toutetsu
>>44871249 | 18-Aya
>>44871671 | 5-Yukari
>>44875949 | 9-10 Hana
>>44876544 |
>>44878300 | 1-Patchouli does detective work
>>44878759 | 10-Ran/Chen
>>44879741 | 19-20-Aya
>>44881701 |
>>44881786 | 4-Toutetsu
>>44886059 | 6-7-Yukari
>>44886659 |
>>44887390 | 11-12-Ran/Chen
>>44889812 |
>>44890248 | 11-Hana
>>44890814 | 21-Aya
>>44891520 | 1-Youmu/Yuyuko saves us
>>44896317 | 13-Ran/Chen
>>44897089 | 2-Patchouli
>>44897477 | 12-Hana
>>44897833 | 2-Youmu/Yuyuko
>>44897919 | 1-2-Seija is my favorite retard
>>44898943 |
>>44899064 | 5-Toutetsu
>>44899119 | 3-Youmu/Yuyuko
>>44900150 | 8-9-Yukari
>>44900352 |
>>44900601 | 22-Aya
>>44903464 | 3-Reisen
>>44903607 | 14-Ran/Chen
>>44905197 | 23-Aya
>>44906051 | 1-Nazrin does a little bit of trolling
>>44906510 | 1-2-Tewi does it for the family
>>44906965 |
>>44907154 | 1-Ran/Aya promote the perks of healthy competition

>>45214743 (part 2)
>>44907384 | 3-Tewi
>>44908592 | 24-Aya
>>44908918 | 4-Tewi
>>44909105 | 25-Aya
>>44909220 | 4-Youmu/Yuyuko
>>44909263 | 26-Aya
>>44909353 | 5-Tewi
>>44911312 | 1-2-Reimu fucked up big-time
>>44912652 |
>>44913719 | 2-Ran/Aya
>>44914774 | 10-Yukari
>>44915111 | 13-16-Hana
>>44916379 |
>>44917697 |
>>44918036 |
>>44918148 | 1-3-Yamashiro is our unsung hero
>>44918170 |
>>44918191 |
>>44918347 | 15-Ran/Chen
>>44924744 | 17-18-Hana
>>44925132 |
>>44925254 | 3-4-Patchouli
>>44925265 |
>>44925872 | 19-21-Hana
>>44926335 |
>>44926709 |
>>44927409 | 6-Toutetsu
>>44931860 | 1-Mima (lol, lmao)
>>44933112 | 1-Cirno, the coolest fairy
>>44933132 | 7-Toutetsu
>>44933611 | 2-Mima
>>44934207 | 2-Cirno
>>44934368 | 3-Mima
>>44935149 | 3-Cirno
>>44935409 | 2-Yuuka
>>44935615 | 4-Mima
>>44935923 | 1-2-Shanghai, the doll, experiences horrors beyond our comprehension
>>44936519 |
>>44937250 | 5-Mima
>>44937732 | 4-5-Yamashiro
>>44937742 |
>>44938226 | 19-21-Hana
>>44938409 |
>>44938736 |
>>44942709 | 4-Cirno
>>44942784 | 6-Mima
>>44944278 | 16-Ran/Chen
>>44945041 | 5-6-Cirno
>>44945060 |
>>44945869 | 22-23-Hana
>>44947647 |
>>44947675 | 17-Ran/Chen
>>44950744 | 24-Hana
>>44951188 | 7-Cirno
>>44951243 | 25-26-Hana
>>44952493 |
>>44955030 | 1-Shou is not having a good time
>>44955143 | 18-Ran/Chen
>>44955880 | 6-8-Yamashiro
>>44955891 |
>>44955900 |
>>44956184 | 27-Hana
>>44957621 | 11-Yukari
>>44959795 | 4-Alice
>>44964702 | 4-Reisen
>>44966321 | 19-20-Ran/Chen
>>44966328 |
>>44967465 | 9-11-Yamashiro
>>44967473 |
>>44967476 |
>>44967784 | 1-2-Evil Nazrin, Chizasu; the broken cheese soup eater
>>44967812 |
>>44969267 | 5-Reisen
>>44972984 | 12-Yukari
>>44973031 | 21-Ran/Chen
>>44973594 | 1-2-Junko comes, sees, adopts
>>44973614 |
>>44973752 | 6-Reisen
>>44975642 | 12-15-Yamashiro
>>44975651 |
>>44975677 |
>>44975699 |
>>44982466 | 22-23-Ran/Chen
>>44982473 |
>>44984190 | 1-Genji... :(
>>44984244 | 13-Yukari
>>44984612 | 16-19-Yamashiro/Seija
>>44984628 |
>>44984638 |
>>44984652 |
>>44984847 | 28-Hana
>>44993555 | 1-Momiji awoos and get fucked
>>44994352 | 2-Okina
>>44994577 | 2-Momiji
>>44995493 | 27-Aya
>>44996217 | 20-22-Yamashiro/Seija
>>44996233 |
>>44996253 |

>>45214756 (part 3)
>>44997641 | 29-30-Hana
>>44998503 |
>>44998741 | 24-Ran/Chen
>>44998996 | 3-Evil Nazin, Chizasu
>>44999273 | 31-32-Hana
>>44999754 |
>>45000620 | 1-3-Rikako and Lemontene open a lemonade stand
>>45000634 |
>>45000657 |
>>45000831 | 23-26-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45000837 |
>>45000845 |
>>45000859 |
>>45004812 | 3-Momiji
>>45007083 | 3-Okina
>>45009988 | 28-Aya
>>45010541 | 25-Ran/Chen
>>45015046 | 1-3-Hata no Kokoro is searching for our favorite autistic, heart-throbbing girl
>>45016324 |
>>45018993 |
>>45019978 | 27-31-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45019995 |
>>45020008 |
>>45020023 |
>>45020036 |
>>45021307 | 4-Hata no Kokoro
>>45021686 | 1-Yuugi learns about the birds and the bees
>>45022345 | 29-Aya
>>45022717 | 2-Yuugi
>>45023522 | 8-Toutetsu
>>45023676 | 30-Aya
>>45023914 | 32-35-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45023923 |
>>45023935 |
>>45023945 |
>>45024014 | 3-4-Yuugi
>>45024332 |
>>45024409 | 31-32-Aya
>>45024760 |
>>45029254 | 5-Hata no Kokoro
>>45029834 | 33-Hana
>>45030600 | 26-Ran/Chen
>>45030706 | 6-Kokoro
>>45030840 | 33-Aya
>>45031498 | 1-Kosuzu will save us with her detective skills
>>45031643 | 34-Aya
>>45032173 | 1-Marisa's dad is one stubbed toe away from meeting Eiki
>>45033088 | 3-Reimu
>>45038227 | 2-Kosuzu
>>45039622 | 27-Ran/Chen
>>45040174 | 36-37-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45040182 |
>>45042898 | 3-Kosuzu
>>45043356 | 1-2-Meiling goes to retrieve Mukyu from the brothel before she passes out
>>45043367 |
>>45044232 | 2-Kasen
>>45045245 | 8-Cirno
>>45045552 | 5-Alice
>>45045925 | 34-Hana
>>45046716 | 38-42-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45046725 |
>>45046750 |
>>45046755 |
>>45046767 |
>>45048091 | 35-Hana
>>45049471 | 9-Cirno
>>45050505 | 28-Ran/Chen
>>45051241 | 10-Cirno
>>45054707 | 29-Ran/Chen
>>45054718 | 4-6-Rikako/Lemontene
>>45054727 |
>>45054739 |
>>45055476 | 43-46-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45055483 |
>>45055495 |
>>45055513 |
>>45055840 | 36-38-Hana
>>45055851 |
>>45056540 |
>>45061196 | 1-Koishi starts to wake up and is eating for two
>>45062069 | 3-Kasen
>>45063295 | 39-Hana
>>45063772 | 35-Aya
>>45063782 | 40-Hana
>>45063892 | 47-50-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45063909 |
>>45063917 |
>>45063923 |
>>45064640 | 41-Hana
>>45065142 | 3-Shanghai, the Doll
>>45065564 | 42-43-Hana
>>45066190 |
>>45066405 | 36-Aya
>>45066523 | 2-Koishi
>>45070388 | 3-Junko
>>45071691 | 37-Aya
>>45072028 | 4-Kosuzu
>>45072430 | 44-Hana
>>45073503 | 30-Ran/Chen

>>45214770 (part 4)
>>45074641 | 51-55-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45074646 |
>>45074653 |
>>45074659 |
>>45074661 |
>>45075451 | 38-39-Aya
>>45075498 |
>>45078389 | 31-Ran/Chen
>>45079622 | 3-4-Meling
>>45079627 |
>>45079877 | 11-Cirno
>>45080741 | 32-33-Ran/Chen
>>45080756 |
>>45082418 | 4-Kasen
>>45082902 | 5-Kosuzu
>>45083103 | 7-8-Mima
>>45083141 |
>>45088318 | 14-Yukari
>>45090126 | 12-Cirno
>>45091141 | 40-Aya
>>45091358 | 13-14-Cirno
>>45091390 |
>>45092705 | 9-Toutetsu
>>45093479 | 4-Marisa
>>45094419 | 45-Hana
>>45094778 | 56-57-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45094780 |
>>45099005 | 15-Cirno
>>45099713 | 58-59-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45099726 |
>>45099904 | 1-Keine is gasligthed into birthing Touhou Jesus 1 and Touhou Jesus 2
>>45100154 | 34-Ran/Chen
>>45104338 | 60-63-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45104346 |
>>45104354 |
>>45104368 |
>>45104478 | 4-Reimu
>>45104822 | 46-Hana
>>45110119 | 1-Satori Ace Defective on the case!
>>45110223 | 2-Keine
>>45112527 | 6-Kosuzu
>>45112718 | Halloween Special! Anon and the house of even more horrors; The HSE is commemorating
>>45112769 |
>>45113643 |
>>45113846 | 47-49-Hana
>>45114279 |
>>45115139 |
>>45116623 | 7-9-Rikako/Lemontene
>>45116634 |
>>45116654 |
>>45118881 | 50-52-Hana
>>45120127 |
>>45120409 |
>>45121101 | 2-Satori
>>45122165 | 64-65-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45122178 |
>>45124407 | 5-Reimu
>>45125743 | 35-Ran/Chen
>>45126529 | 66-67-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45126543 |
>>45129458 | 53-55-Hana
>>45129834 |
>>45130310 |
>>45130317 | 3-Keine
>>45130393 | 56-Hana
>>45134796 | 36-Ran/Chen
>>45135517 | 40-Aya
>>45140864 | 4-Keine
>>45144056 | 68-70-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45144064 |
>>45144068 |
>>45146014 | Insight into the RanOS, very cool
>>45150691 | 1-2-Takane is morphing into a latina mother, Ran suffers
>>45150700 |
>>45151462 | 41-Aya
>>45152278 | 37-Ran/Chen
>>45154351 | 4-6-Marisa
>>45154360 |
>>45154369 |
>>45154545 | 1-Flandre comes to visit! Death toll still U.N owen
>>45155609 | 56-58-Hana
>>45156566 |
>>45156596 |
>>45158001 | 4-5-Junko
>>45158010 |
>>45159890 | 6-Reimu
>>45164255 | 38-Ran/Chen
>>45164359 | 71-74-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45164369 |
>>45164376 |
>>45164405 |
>>45164655 | 59-60-Hana
>>45164686 |
>>45169824 | 2-Flandre
>>45171385 | 15-16-Yukari
>>45171392 |
>>45171625 | 3-5-Meiling/Adopted!Patchy (we miss you dearly, patchyanon. Thanks for your kindness in adopting Mukyu, Meilinganon!)

>>45214796 (and, part 5!)
>>45171634 |
>>45171643 |
>>45173390 | 61-62-Hana
>>45173471 |
>>45174161 | 75-77-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45174165 |
>>45174174 |
>>45174285 | 4-Shanghai
>>45175246 | 42-Aya
>>45179176 | 5-Shanghai
>>45180352 | 5-Keine
>>45182186 | 63-67Hana
>>45182194 |
>>45182205 |
>>45182215 |
>>45182224 |
>>45184263 | 3-Flandre
>>45188594 | 39-Ran/Chen
>>45189401 | 7-Kosuzu
>>45191504 | 43-Aya
>>45192286 | 40-Ran/Chen
>>45192715 | 17-Yukari
>>45192799 | 44-Aya
>>45195520 | 68-Hana
>>45197988 | 45-Aya
>>45201805 | 69-71-Hana
>>45201813 |
>>45201821 |
>>45202135 | 78-79-Yamashiro/Seija
>>45202140 |
>>45207427 | 4-Flandre
>>45210610 | 18-19-Yukari
>>45210616 |
(424 entries)

>>45214506
Neat, I barely woke up in time see the thread baked. I hate hitting ten at odd hours

>>45214832
>I hate hitting ten at odd hours
same, had to carefully read everything because I just woke up too, though I stayed until late shitposting with other anons in the last thread, so it's my own fault my mind is substrate…

>>45214743
oh no

>>45215156
it's working for me
though now I'm scared…

>>45215172
I'm hoping the other Anons also saved their posts in google docs, although Hana Anon said he only writes in 4chan comment boxes, so somebody might wanna save his posts.

(1/1)
—
I'm furious.

Working under Yukari bad enough; I'm a sage too! But what truly hurts are the things she orders me to do… And what would happen if I were to deny them—it takes a simple shake of the hips, a lick of the lips…—I swing my head, fixing my hood as bitterness takes over my tongue, eyes staring into the distance, the cover of night barely making it harder to see the small commotion inside the 'hidden away' shack.

Gee… That's work for a unit of Wolf Tengu. Why me?

Sighing and checking the hood one last time, I jump, crossing the distance between me and the shack in a flash, falling from the skies like a meteor, wind resistance burning, and, if in a lower atmosphere, would've created a fire trail. It doesn't, and I carve a hole in the roof and punt the floor, wooden boards flying like if on top of a geyser and big, bulging eyes over me—

—one moment away from taking action.

There's no need for Spellcard Rules. Not against foul cultists.

Danmaku pellets fly, colored and shining, dodging them a nature, my open hand striking a youkai's chest and sending it flying across the wooden wall and into the tree line—white, shining chains locking it to the ground—the next Youkai, taking advantage of me not having eyes on the back of the head, was about to do something—

A foot was sunk into his chin, sending a crashing wave through his skull and shutting down his brain. 2 down, 18 more to go.

Sounds of fighting saturate the night, screams of help, and full silence—all within a minute.

Carrying five lower youkai, I throw them onto the pile of bodies outside, counting again—20, no one missing—and sigh, massaging my shoulder. I give them a look of disgust before following inside the destroyed shack, not happy at the sight of wooden idols and what they represent—a painting hangs on the main wall of a powerful-looking horned figure over a mass of naked human men and women telling creepy stories…?—quickly scrounging up the place for anything else.

… A cult for Youkai supremacy and what it should entail towards humans. My disgust grows and grows, and as it does, interior hatred towers over my soul.

To exert your power over 'inferior' humans, to treat them as flesh puppets, for consumption and nefarious acts…

I close my bandaged fist, remembering his words — "I don't blame you. I do not." —, and fight against thin tears before leaving the shack of horrors, piling every adoration, idol, prayer book, and so in the main room. With a wave of my hand, a firestorm consumes the shack, illuminating the night—

Deep in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed my hood had fallen.

—my senses shiver, and I spin in place.

With the burning shack behind me, my hair buns deface and broad to look like horns, my gargantuan shadow looming over the woken youkai cultist, ours eyes meeting—she's weak, nothing but a bottom-feeder of this land…

And then she bows, praying…

Adoring an idol.

My eyes go wide, and before I can think properly, I've punched the youkai again, her face buried into the ground—not dead, but close.

I feel sweat on my nape, chest going up and down painfully, a clenching in my heart unlike any other. Why was the youkai adoring me?! She doesn't even know me, and if she did, she'd know my hermit nature! Why was she bowing, why was she—

… I look at the mass of flames, the putrid smell of burning wood and fresh blood by my shoes littering the air…

And I recall the painting.

It's not possible, right?! That old me—a me of vice and decadence; a ‘me’ that once stood atop those ‘inferior beings’ just like the horned figure in the painting—was sealed hundreds of years ago! There's just no way! There's not.

I'm hyperventilating, finding a nearby tree to support myself, eyes wide, my left hand clenching my bleeding heart—

A well-known sound by my side makes me grasp the bark with enough force to crush it. I stare into a gleeful Yukari, looking at the pile of unconscious cultists. "My~enjoyed yourself, Kasen? You look a bit shaken, though."

"You knew beforehand, didn't you…? Or was it you that introduced the disgusting religion of Ibaradouji to them?!" I spit, eyes narrowing.

Yukari, as always, only giggles. "Those are some hefty accusations—what would I gain with this endeavor, anyway? I simply wanted you to take care of this problem before it became my problem, Kasen. Nothing else." Her posture is elegant, her eyes sultry, and, with a motion of her hand, a gap consumes the cultists. "You did your job very well… Care to join me and Anon, Ibarakasen? We miss you dearly~"

And she turns, shaking just a little that perfect ass, purple dress kissing every single one of her curves, my mind promptly slipping away, a deep-seated hatred following my sane mind as that ‘thing’ takes over my body, biting my lower lip as if hers and eagerly following Yukari into the gap, arm greedily around the sage's waist.

I try to ignore the questions; the fear; the implications and everything else…

… Alone in my mind, I can only hear myself.

>>45215182
I'm in the process of saving everything in a big doc. Part 1 alone >>45214743 is 150 pages, 77k words

>>45215585
Ohnonono, Kasen sex cult is real?!

>>45215713
always has been

>>45215792
Is that a cheese wheel?

>>45216647
yup! That's all calories Anon will need to keep up with Kasen for the day!

>>45179176 (24/?)

Yuuka sighs as she realizes the wheelbarrow is slightly too wide to fit through the HSE doorway. She could tilt it, but that might spill seeds and fertilizer. Alternatively, she could…

Those inside the HSE all jump at the cracking sound that signals the death of that unfortunate doorframe. In the proceeding moments the many patrons of the establishment ready their magic, until they realize who exactly the green haired woman pushing a wheelbarrow and slinging a shovel over her shoulder is.

Yuuka for her part barely notices any of this as she approaches the counter. The Fox seems conflicted, though she hides it well behind a disinterested mask. Still, she greets Yuuka with sufficient professionalism to not warrant a fight, “Good morning, lady Kazami. I do not recall my master ever requesting your aid for renovations, so I presume you are here for a session with Anon?”

Yuuka nods with a blush. It’s not really a session, is it? She’s not paying to do anything l-lewd with Anon, she just wants to pay him a visit. Though if Anon wanted to do something, it’s not like she’d say no. Maybe she could up for what she did before by holding him and… and…

Coughing while choking on her words Yuuka nods, “Y-Yes. I-I’d like a normal one please, at the shrine with Anon.”

Yuuka thinks she almost saw a smirk from the fox but that must have been her imagination. With the same robotic motions Ran takes her money and gives her a ticket, “You are currently fifteenth place in the line. Please entertain yourself with the activities provided in the lobby and… ahem, please ask for assistance if you are having difficulties with any doorways.”

Yuuka missed that last part as she turns back to look at the other patrons. Fifteenth place? Unfortunately, the number of other guests matches up with Ran’s number. Heeeh, it’ll be ages until Yuuka will be able to see Anon. Not to mention it’ll be after all these compost level Youkai have had their way with him. To think they even dare look at Anon, let alone take advantage of him like filthy worms making their way into her gar-

Oh, Yuuka’s train of thought was cut off when a trembling tanuki approached Ran’s desk, “Ummm I’d like to move down in line. Could I take fifteenth place?”

Ran frowns for a moment before regaining her indifference and nodding, “Very well, the order has been adjusted. Can the former second person in line please come forward.”

For some reason, everyone after the Tanuki had similar sentiments. It was odd, why would they buy an appointment with the HSE if they didn’t want to go as soon as they could? Maybe they had cold feet and weren’t really going to go through with… being with Anon. That was good. If that is the case, she won’t need to-

The fox clears her throat, “I don’t suppose you also intend to move back in line miss Kazami?”

Yuuka shakes her head, “No, as a matter of fact, I’ll be seeing Anon now, a good day to you.”

With that, Yuuka pushes her wheelbarrow towards the door leading further into the building. That prompts a panicked, “Wait!” from Ran before a gap opens to bypass the door.

>>45216836 (25/?)


Rolling (her wheelbarrow) up to the shrine, Yuuka’s pleased to see Anon sitting under the veranda drinking tea. Undoubtedly pleased to see her, Anon greets Yuuka, “Mornin’ Yuuka, what’s with the… everything?”

Yuuka’s words catch in her throat as she stares at Anon red faced. She replies slowly, her pause clearly planned to show her poise b-but not too aloof to be unreachable, “The last time I came here, I realized it was missing something. While Yukari successfully copied the form of the shrine, there is no true life to it. It feels artificial, without the connection to nature that makes a home a home. Though there are other problems that’d disqualify it from being such.”

Anon frowns slightly at her words about what makes a home, “I understand. Still, what’s the plan?”

Blushing that elegance Yuuka found mere moments ago was nowhere to be found, “W-Well I just... it’d be nice to... You see since you missed the autumn… Ah, DO YOU WANT TO MAKE A GARDEN WITH ME?”

Yuuka cringes as she realizes that the last part came out too fast and too loud. Thankfully Anon doesn’t comment on it as he smiles and nods, “Sure, I’d been meaning to for a while now, though I couldn’t exactly run to the store to grab anything. I suppose I could have asked Takane, but… Uh anyway, I’d love to learn under a master of gardening. What did you have in mind?”

Still bashful from her previous faux pas Yuuka replies, “Could we head in? Since you’re the one living here I’d like your input.”

Anon chuckles at that though there’s something strained about it, “Ha, fair enough. I’m not used to… Uh, why don’t you come in and make yourself at home? I’ll see to making some tea.”

As Anon heads off to the kitchen, Yuuka lays out a large canvas over his living room table and begins sketching the false shrine’s layout.

Returning with a tea tray, Anon looks over Yuuka’s handiwork, “So what’s the plan?”

Any lingering embarrassment forgotten, Yuuka answers, “Again it depends on what you want. While the main point of focus should be the entrance, there’s a lot to do in the back. While I am less familiar with ponds, there are many interesting water flowers and the contrast with water gives a lot of possibilities. Not to mention as I imagine most have little interest in it, the back area could serve as a hideaway from the rest of the Shrine. Still, the flowers themselves are the lynchpin for all of that and we should have specific floral arrangements in mind before committing to anything.”

Anon’s eyes linger on the sketch of the pond for a while before he catches himself and nods, “Right, so what flowers do you have?”

Hiding a giggle behind her hand, Yuuka replies, “The better question would be what flowers I do not have, which is a very short list that grows ever shorter. If you want suggestions, I’d recommend Autumn flowers. It’s a bit late in the season, but I doubt that matters here. So, chrysanthemums are a given. Beyond there nemesia, anemone, sunflower lookalikes, azaleas…

***

The two have fallen into a steady rhythm. Few words pass between them, but there is little need for such things. Anon digs, Yuuka fills the gap with fertilizer, and then they both take a side and keep planting seeds until they meet in the middle. After that, they move on to the next patch of land. It’s a lot of work, but it must have passed quickly given no one has come to tell her that her session is over.

As the two rest under the surprising heat of the artificial midday sun drinking lemonade (that Yuuka made while Anon was finishing up his side of the pond), Yuuka remarks, “She’s a good kid, Hana. She’s taking to magic like a fish to water while not becoming a total recluse or… a strange person. You raised her well.”

Anon for some reason seems troubled by Yuuka’s words, “T-Thanks… It’s been hard.”

Yuuka nods, “Still, flowers can bloom in even the most desolate places, though they can only reach their true potential through loving care. I-I’d like to show you something.”

Getting up and walking out into the yard Yuuka begins to explain, “I uh suppose this isn’t the best way of doing things, but I think it’d be a shame for the Shrine to remain empty for now. Don’t… just…”

Cutting herself off, Yuuka gets down on one knee and touches the ground. Reaching out into the soil, she feels the sterile fakeness of it all. Pushing past the artificiality, she reaches out to the seeds, the bearers of potential, and begins to feed them life.

It’s imperceptible at first, but soon the first stalks begin to peak out of the soil. They are soon joined by their brothers before they all begin to grow. An outsider might liken the scene to a timelapse, but there is something indescribable about the way the flowers all begin to bloom with color at once. Seeing her job done, Yuuka cuts off the tap before the flowers wither.

Fidgeting Yuuka asks, “It’s nice, isn’t it.”

Staring out at the field of flowers Anon replies, “It’s beautiful.”

>>45216836
>>45216859
so fucking cute, man, holy fuck. Thanks to thwAnon who wrote Yuuka, and then the one who wrote her recovering from the incense; we ended up with this beautiful moment
Thanks for the chapters man!
also, time to research flowers to accurately gush over them in future chapters

>>45216859
>DO YOU WANT TO MAKE A GARDEN WITH ME?
Foxtards, birdbrains, and sin-sissies take notes, this is how you propose.

>>45217245
>foxtard
excuse me, I prefer Rantard. C'mon, it's a fucking great play with words

>>45216859
>>45216836
Yuuka is such a great friend

>>45189401
>goes to talk to Marisa
>Marisa says she has a way to deal with Anon's problem
>return to the Suzunaan, hours later Marisa comes with the 'solution' to the problem
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXPBjKmqF9E
that's what you get for trusting a jobber…

I wonder if Yuugianon will come back or if he died of alcohol poisoning like patchyanon died of exhaustion and anemia
the HSE is taking writefags from us left, right and center!

>>45217907
>>45217907
>I wonder if Yuugianon will come back or if he died of alcohol poisoning like patchyanon died of exhaustion and anemia
he's one of our recurrent writers, if I'm not misremembering. Though, at least I can guarantee the onis will appear in the finale, I'll write a bit of interaction of them with Kasen
>the HSE is taking writefags from us left, right and center!
not our fault salary here is better lol
but you can rest easy knowing KMSanon will never writefag for the HSE, he'll be too busy selling his soul to write the wedding arc

>>45216859
why did a shitbird like Aya get four kids when Yuuka is far more deserving?

>>45218246
Because HSE Yuuka is too dense and innocent for her own good, while Aya is outgoing and very goal-oriented.

>>45218246
every single flower is a child of hers, meaning Yuuka is ahead of everyone by 10000 childs with Anon. Simply unbeatable

>>45218246
The wonderful efficiency of tengu biology.

>>45218296
resources had to be shifted from the brain to the womb

>>45218294
Yuuka is an avatar of mother nature's infinite fertility
therefore she should get pregnant even without Anon using a fertility enhancer
and have quintuplets if he does

>>45218321
>Anon is walking the path to become a God of Fertility, of Fatherhood, the Home and everything family related
>Yuuka is an avatar to mother nature
it's like a match made in Heaven

>>45218305
>>45218296
always nice to see Aya winning, God knows she already jobbs too much

>>45214743
>warosu was killed
It's been down for close to a week now and for some reason mods keep deleting the threads about it. I really hope something hasn't happened, all the lost history would be catastrophic.

>>45218413
true, all those fics that didn't got archieved...
hope og Hanaanon saved the og hanafic beforehand. If Archieved.moe falls too, I doubt there'll be a way to recover it

>>45218413
the last update on the warosu twitter was on tuesday where they said that threads were still being archived, so I'm reasonably hopeful that it'll be fine eventually

>>45218450
I hope so too. Most of the time maintenance only takes a day or two, I guess we'll know in the next few days.

>>4521843'
I have the whole hanafic saved, so don't worry about that. I learned that it's best to write this things as a document beforehand.

>>45218437
I have the whole hanafic saved, so don't worry about that. I learned that it's best to write this things as a document beforehand.

>>45219534
I bet the Anon that wrote that 13 years ago will be cheerful with the news!

>>45219534
I wonder who 2010 anon was talking about

>game aside, i think she's a pretty good character by design at least. Not sure about her personality or if the community has tagged her with any humorous points yet
is he talking about UFO?

>>45217961
>KMSanon will never writefag for the HSE

>>45180352 (5/-)
—
Suzu's words didn't leave my head as we enjoyed the party, my eyes wild and open—smiling anyway—nor when acquaintances stopped me and congratulate me on my pregnancy; nor when I bought groceries for dinner and the owner, mother of one of my students, gave me a discount and talked my ears off on why she couldn't show at the small party this morning, but wishes the best for me and my kids…

Every single step was accompanied by Suzu's words and others' words, all mixing into one big, loud blob of 'CONGRATULATIONS ON THE PREGNANCY!'

Standing in front of my house's door—eyes big, hands shaking, the night cold—I wished I could rip my ears off.

… It's simply a bad idea. What was I thinking? Getting pregnant just to make Mokou happy?! That doesn't make any sense; i-it's sickening and—

"Yo, Keine!" Mokou's voice reaches me as I open the door. My house, normally a tad on the messy side, was properly tidied up and smelled of a nice mix of wildflowers and fruit. I looked at Mokou, smiling cheerfully as she put on the table—heavy food just like breakfast, although with a pleasant combo of steamed veggies. All that meat is bad for the heart…

I should tell her. I really should.

I should rip that smile from her face and taint that memory of her ear on my belly… Shouldn’t I?

"Bleh, what's with this thing?" She picked up my teacher's bag wrapped in another bag, her nose twisted, the foul smell impossible to mask. "Can I throw this away?" The grocery bags were recovered and Mokou was already putting everything in their place, Ingredients for dinner now for tomorrow's breakfast…

"Yeah, I'll use my spare one…" Still wide-eyed, I slowly went through the motions, hanging my coat and taking out my gloves. The indoor heating comes in the form of my stove, acclimatizing the house with cozy warmth.

"Kay! Take a bath before dinner—already heated the water for you, so no worries!"

"… Thanks."

I enter the bathroom, undress, and get in the bathtub—spotting an open booklet by the side, "Expectant Mothers—How to Prepare the Perfect Bath for Her," hurriedly left aside, probably because Mokou had to finish dinner—the scented hot waters tickling my nose.

I can hear Mokou humming in the kitchen. The food smells nice.

My hands go down, holding my belly, feeling nothing but my blood circulation. I close my eyes…

… I will tell her…

Tomorrow.

It's tomorrow already. It's becoming routine, assimilated. Just another part of the day-to-day. I want to puke. Mokou is here again, waving to me and prompting me to go take a bath, finishing setting dinner on the table.

My hands go down, holding my belly, feeling nothing but my blood circulation. I close my eyes. I cry.

… I will tell her…

Tomorrow.

It's tomorrow already. My head is heavy, my eyes go from spot to spot wildly, and I feel uneasy as if something is crawling on my skin. Mokou shows me a lotion Kaguya gave her after their death-match, saying it'll ease pregnancy cramps if applied during a bath massage.

My hands go down, massaging my belly with the lotion, feeling nothing but my blood circulation. I close my eyes. I cry.

I will tell her! I will do it!

… Tomorrow.

It's tomorrow already. God.

I blink, another day has passed, the one-week countdown before the lie crumbles—if I don’t have anything to show in three weeks, It will be impossible to keep on lying further—and my body shivers with the smallest sounds, tense like I've never been before… Yet, I keep smiling.

Because that makes Mokou smile too…

I want to puke. I want to puke—

Hands come from behind and hug my belly, and I almost jump in place, holding the plate I'm washing with force. Mokou giggles, "Sorry, sorry—just wanted to scare you three!"

"Gee, Mokou! Unlike you, I can be killed!" I sigh, smiling anyway.

… For some reason, Mokou doesn't let go of me. I kept washing the plates and cutlery, puzzled, and was about to talk if she hadn't done it first, apparently having used the silence to muster courage; "Hey, Keine… I was thinking."

"Not a good sign," I whisper, she laughs.

Her hold tightens, yet remains gentle. "It's just a dumb idea, don't worry, but… When your children are born, if one of them is a boy…" I frown, a bad feeling in the air raising the acid in my stomach. What is Mokou— "… Can you name him… Kuramochi?"

I freeze still. Slowly, I turn to Mokou, and there's an anxiety in her eyes unlike any other I've ever seen—and I've seen parents bringing their children to their first day of school…

"That's… your father's name."

"I-I know it might be silly—because it is! I-I shouldn’t have even—"

"—Yes…” Mokou halts. “If one is a boy, we can name him Kuramochi.”

Anxiety morphs into pure, blissful happiness. Her hold on my belly strengthens, yet it trembles as the almighty Fujiwara no Mokou cries from joy.

"… Thanks, Keine."

I stare at the wall, lost, scared and wanting to puke… Yet, holding Mokou—trembling and giggling all giddy—, I also feel determined.

I know what I have to do…

>>45219943
the HSE wouldn't survive two retards obsessed with spiders...

>>45219951
Keine is going to have to figure out something real fucking quick if she's gonna want to keep up the illusion

>>45219543
>>45219624
>post not found
help pls?

>>45219951
Hasn't Keine ever heard, there's no such thing as tomorrow, Mokou may live forever, but she won't and she'll have to come clean...
Or she'll just erase the history of this embarrassing event.
Also I think Iwakasa would make more sense for the boys name, he's more important in Moou's life and she feels really bad for killing him. Although I don't know if she would've told Keine about him.

>>45220019
Hanaanon removed accidentally a number from the >> and quoted a guy 10 years ago, then he deleted the post from embarrassment, I would've done the same
the post is just this >>45219633 without the non-green text

>>45220053
narutodo...

I like to imagine that the reason Yamame hasn't appeared yet is because she's too busy making thousands of spider babies with Anon2

>>45220140
Can you imagine a meeting between our Chen with KMS' Yamame? The board wouldn't survive the fluffiness
also I thought about writing Yam, but was too busy with Ran, then Kasen, then Reimu, Keine, Flan......

>>45220014
breeding sex. That's how she'll solve this problem

>>45220027
>Or she'll just erase the history of this embarrassing event.
didn't she confirmed she can't do that since people like the Hieda clan and Mokou wouldn't be affected?
probably the latter

(1/-) I'm doing this in bits since this next part is gonna be a struggle.
Goro waved to Seija from beyond the HSE waiting area, not wanting to draw attention to himself.
Seija looked at Kasen’s huddled form and considered dragging her along, with what she said about Yukari’s possessive nature and ‘sinking her hooks into people’ still fresh in her mind, ‘maybe we should all huddle up?’ she thought.
Shaking her head, she decided against it. The hermit was too far gone tonight, better to prod that nerve when she was in a better mood and away from this place.
“Come on, let’s get out of here already, I’m bored to shit.” She remarked, grabbing Goro’s arm and leading him out of the HSE and into the night.
After getting a fair bit of distance from the HSE, Goro asked “That was the Hermit Sage, Kasen, wasn’t it?”
Seija nodded “How’d you know?”
“Because she’s hasn’t been seen lecturing people up and down those streets?” Goro said with a pained smile. “Also, the two protrusions on her hood, but she was cloaked unlike that Oni party, and I told you to talk to interesting people so…”
“Oh, your so brilliant mister detective.” She said, tightening her grip on his arm. “Now tell me what Yukari has planned if you’re so smart.”
Goro sighed. “She’s holding out on me. That Purple Sage is playing it close to her chest until the time is right, probably won’t tell us squat until she’s filled out her villain roster and we’re all plotting at one evil table. At the very least she’s very open about teaching me ‘topology’, enjoying herself even.”
“You’re not getting too involved with that woman, are you?” Seija interrogated.
Goro gave her an inquisitive look. “You seem nervous. Did you learn something from Kasen?”
“She said Yukari liked having her allies under her thumb. I don’t want you to get caught in another women’s net.” She said, learning her head against his shoulder, slightly poking it with her horn.
Goro didn’t reply, instead he just walked through the empty and dark roads of the village a little slower, taking in the night ambiance with his possessive lover.
“You know,” he began, breaking the silence. “They sell these strange comics around that place. Look” he said, handing over a thick, opaque brown envelope.
Seija took the suspicious pacakge and began flipping through the booklets contained within and slowly became more and more disgusted.
“Anon Wants Attention?” She scowled at the book depicting the after-mentioned man stealing a glance at a Tanuki and an Oni sitting in the shrine.
“Puppy Love?” She balked at a cover showing Anon being swarmed by several White Wolf Tengu and their fluff.
“Shrine Husband’s Revenge?” She said, slightly more intrigued at the booklet showing Reimu and Yukari bound with rope, looking up at the reader, with a shadow of a man looming over them.
“You bought all this stuff?!” Seija asked.
“Oh no, those were all freebies. They don’t get a lot of male customers, so they just piled those on me. I did buy this one though.” Goro remarked, pointing to the last book.
“Delinquent’s party…” Seija said, pinching the bridge of her nose after regarding the artwork of Anon, terrified and surrounded by a Celestial, an Amanojaku, a Vampire, and a Nue.
“That was the only one I could find with you on it. I’m not sure what to make of that. Oh, and make sure Flan doesn’t see it, I’m not qualified for that kind of parental counseling.”
Seija gave him a look. “Do you want to read a book about me fucking another man?”
“Oh no, I’m just trying to figure out how Youkai culture is changing.” He said, slipping the books back into his robes.
“This could all just go away once the HSE is gone, but I think the genie’s out of the bottle on this one. All that lust has gotta go somewhere. Best to be ready when it does.” He shrugs.
“Well, I’m not letting you tie me up with ropes no matter how much you beg.” Seija huffed, crossing her arms, knowing full well that she’d do exactly that, but reluctantly. “And I’m not sharing you.”
“Who said I’m the type to be shared? I’ll have you know Yukari isn’t the only one who’s possessive.” Goro said, stroking Seija’s hair and kissing the back of her head.
“Besides, I’m not as nice or as accommodating as that man. I’d bite my tongue off before making myself a cheat.”
“You’d better.” Seija replied, jumping up and wrapping her arms around Goro’s neck.
‘Enjoy this while you can’ Goro told himself, wrapping his arms around her small waist. ‘No telling how long little moments like this might last.’
“Disgusting…” a passerby muttered while walking past the couple.
Instantly Seija’s eyes darted in their direction and saw the back of a young girl wearing a red-white miko uniform.

>>45220992
Also editAnon, if you're reading this: yes, I am in fact punishing you for forcing me eventually to play Persona 5
Assuming the guy who made the Friends edit and the hentai covers is one, beautiful creature.

>>45220992
I love the new doujins and the confirmation that they're using specific people for them.
Hana's racism is also always a delight to see

>>45220992
>>45221003
>“Oh, your so brilliant mister detective.”
oh no, dude really sold his soul to the persona god because of a meme, I'm so sorry man...
every day I regret having edited those doujinshi and the compulsive desire to do even more because it's fucking funny, such is life
sudden Hana racism made me kek, heh
yep, I'm only one guy -- again, sorry for leading you that path

>>45221003
>the intrusive thoughts won

>>45222358
Too many puppies...

>>45222390
what the dog doin…?

oops, forgot to post the flowchart
here it is! For writeanons to guide themselves and readeranons to wonder why their pc's fans are going crazy all of a sudden!

>>45214506
>>45223113
What the hell is this?

>>45223395
A community writing project based on the Hana Fanfic, which was based on the Reimu Abuse fanfic. In other words
>A spin off of a spin off of a fanfic

>>45223395
a writefag fetish dump that only serves as a miserable excuse to justify delaying hana's story indefinitely
turn back while you still can

>>45223707
Hananon's been free to resume his fic the whole time.
and I feel like calling it a fetish dump is pretty reductive since there's so much time between anyone writing porn now with how complex the story has become

>>45223828
don't feed the resident malding victim, please!

>>45223707
please contain yourself outside our containment thread.

How long until Hana winds up being entirely seduced by Yukari and she starts calling her mama in front of others?

>>45225401
I dunno, I'm not the hanaanon.

>>45222358
this Anon remembered that doujin where a guy has a notebook that makes him switch bodies with touhous and uses it for sex

>>45225401
I wasn't expecting a Yukari Empire arc for Hana, but I'm all for it, Yukari needed more wins anyways.
Although having a mindfucked Hana isn't going to help her win, dumb gappy will always lose.

>>45225490
You simply don't understand her master plan of gaining a family that loves her for her

>>45225490
>I wasn't expecting a Yukari Empire arc for Hana
wait… didn't you write her going in there? How couldn't you expect something you wrote? Or am I misunderstanding? Is this an autistic episode?
>dumb gappy will always lose
SHUT UP

>>45225507
a loving, dysfunctional family built like a lego torture chamber?! Say no more!

>>45225512
Don't know which write fag you think I am, but i'm the former write fag who wrote Chisazu, Okina, the first Seija chapters, Koishi, Kokoro, Cirno, and Satori.
To my knowledge I only referenced Hana going there after another writer wrote that in a chapter where Hana BTFO's Chisazu.
Other than that I don't think I've even referenced any of the smut, other than indirectly since I don't remember posting any of the smut I wrote.

>>45226348
oh, thanks for the explanation -- so it was indeed a schizo episode of mine.

>>45207427 (5/-)
—
Their smiles reminded me of mine before I made any friends.

I'm in her arms, legs crossed around her chest and arms around her neck, cheek laying on her shoulder. She's standing up, humming a cute lullaby that soothes my mind, and we wait in the HSE's reception. My body feels sore, yet I'm blissfully happy: This was the best afternoon ever! I ate odd sweets, dressed cutely, met two new friends, and just had so much fun I almost felt sad—what about other people?

I fear I hoarded too much of the world's supply of happiness… Oh, well, it'll restock tomorrow!

Yet… Something they hide, their smiles betray them.

They're not like Okina's, which are evil and lecherous—they're smiles of lack of control and fear, of anxiety and loneliness. I can't even pinpoint exactly what emotion irradiates more from Yukari or Anon, though one hides more of each than the other.

Like two sides of the same coin…

Together, they make a beautiful, tragic color, and it makes me wanna hug both so much—

Pressure fills the room as the front doors opens and a scarlet red light bathes the reception, Yukari's arms relaxing, unafraid of Sis ignoring the law and entering a home without permission. Ugh…

"Remilia. Good to see you tonight."

"Yukari… And dear sister." Remi's voice is like nails on a chalkboard.

Sulking, I turn to face Remi, noticing that the Gap Youkai and her are staring down at each other on eye level—Sis floats…—, Remi looking mad as hell, her red eyes shining as if reflecting lightening.

Ten feet apart, an itch called 'battle' begged to be scratched.

Outside, the Moon was painted in blood. UGGGH…

"Remi—" I'm cut off by Remi gesturing with her hand.

"Later, dear sister. I want to know first why you abducted my sister, Yukari, to your… respectable establishment." There was magnanimous spite in her words, and I just now noticed Sakuya on the backdrop, knives ready to kill. It gnaws on my spine—why are they acting like this?! I just left the basement to have some harmless fun!

"My, such uncanny accusations~"

Remi narrowed her eyes, anger flaring liquid. "Answer, Yukari! And if you did a-anything weird to my sister—" Did sis… stutter? Why is she red? It lasted a moment before the 'elegant' death repainted her features. "—I swear I'll plant the evilest of seeds in the poor soil you call your fate—"

"Gee! Stop embarrassing me, sis!" I yell, leaving Yukari's arms, cheeks red. Remi goes silent, frowning, about to ask me again to shut up in that condescending way of hers, but I'm faster. "It was Okina who got me and threw me here, not Kari!" I point to Yukari, getting even redder when she giggles behind her fan. "I, K-Kari and Anon just had fun! Nothing weird! Stop being a pest, please!"

Her eyes clearly showed offense, yet she merely hums, glancing at Sakuya who promptly starts; "I saw Flan being abducted, but couldn't see the culprit. Then heard about the panic and that the young lady was here. Sorry for my mistake, mis—"

"Enough, Sakuya. Hm… It seems there must've been a misunderstanding." Remi sighs, folding her wings and slowly falling to the ground, as elegant as ever. "Let's clear this misconception with some tea, right, Yukari?" She snapped her fingers, her smile perpetually smug, and Sakuya was already holding a tray with our fine china and a teapot steaming with the smell of Remi's favorite mix of herbs.

"It'd be lovely, Remilia~Ran?" A gap opened by Sakuya, the shikigami with eyes like that of a razor—a stare Sakuya reflected perfectly—leaving it.

I wanted to groan.

"Your room is ready, Yukari-sama, Remilia-dono," she gestured to the gap, Yukari leading the way; Remilia glanced at me, but I ignored her and walked forth too, pouting. I kept ignored everything as I sat at the table, Remi to my side; tea was served, and I made SURE to drink it angrily—sis sighed.

"You shouldn't be mad at your sister, Flan~she's concerned with your safety." Yukari jested, and I struggled to hide red cheeks.

"Indeed—It was a calamity knowing you were whisked away," Remi drank her tea, pinky outstretched so elegantly, as if we still have to worry about spice shortages… "Don't blame me for reacting the way I did."

"You painted the moon red!" I yell at her, flabbergasted.

"It's a beautiful color." To my surprise, Yukari and Remi say it together. They stare at each other and smile, their conversation parting away from me and to ELEGANTLY gushing over refined manipulation of celestial bodies and going to the moon through a reflection…

I sighed, hiding my face in my hands. So embarrassing…

Suddenly, a plate of cookies—freshly made—appears in front of me, my tea replaced by chocolate milk—

—A small gap opens, and one of those heavenly sweet things Yukari gave me earlier today comes out.

Wide-eyed, I look over to Sakuya and Ran, both quietly behind their talkative masters… They stare at me, then at each other, and I swear I see 'respect' flashing between them.

Happy and ignoring the dummies, I eat my sweets.

>>45226958
Cute Flan!
Flan Cute!
Hopefully Yukari will be able to assert herself as a mother and protect her child from that heartless maid and crazy vampire!

>>45227078
>Yukari will be able to assert herself as a mother
she wishes

>>45223113
Good work as always, Anon. But calling Melancholy a mysterious benefactor is intentional, right? It seems out of place compared to everything else when she's explicitly named.

>>45227720
yup, just presenting the fairly inconsequential events of the dolls going against Rumia as an overdramatize tale of bravery and hyperbole, and I thought it'd be funni.

>>45221772
>oh no, dude really sold his soul to the persona god
I still have yet to Play P5, so I don't yet understand, but I'm assuming he's a detective character like the tomboy in P4? I like SMT a bit more, but that's a given on /jp/
>>45223113
You are my favorite. Bless you for your service.
>>45225507
>spoiler
Time to finally finish and post this.

>>45228071
And here's a version with just the final panel.

>>45228071
>>45228095
One of these people are not safe
Hint: They're more relvant than Yachie

>>45228071
yup, he's just like that tomboy!
>>45228095
>there's even a cute bow to wrap it all up
I luv u, bless your soul, Anon
thanks for the sole panel post, will glue that to the HSE mural!

>>45228120
>spoiler
it could be anyone....

>>45228071
>>45228095
don't have a crisis, Goro-san! At least your hair is not white of stress... Yet, working under Yukari as a human should do that to people

>>45220184
It'd cause an incident of its own

>>45228095
Whoops, some weird auntie popped out.
I hope she likes to spoil kids!

>>45228491
hopefully Seiga/Yukari don't come for Koishi's baby. KKHA will look like a walk in the park if they do so

>>45197988
The village was abuzz with rumor. Women on every corner were gossiping about pregnancy and promiscuity. Aya heard libertine accusations whispered in grocery stalls and restaurants about neighbors, friends, sisters; even mothers and daughters. While the tengu felt partially responsible for causing a new wave of life, the slight bellies shown by the women who weren’t ashamed of their affairs reminded her that someone else did it before her. While the thought inspired questions about the mysterious mother’s motives, it also caused a feeling Aya refused to acknowledge to kindle in the pit of her stomach.

Approaching the HSE, Aya scoped out the exterior. From plain eyesight, the building was utterly unremarkable. The only obvious egress was the front door, as the box was devoid of windows or vents. After a first look, the reporter took photos at specific angles and points Toutetsu mentioned. The entire exterior was an illusion: Generators, pipes, AC units, loading bays— it was like an Outside building was dropped into Gensokyo. Light was manipulated at odd angles to project images that hid the real structure of the HSE. The disguise certainly wasn’t solid, but touching it would be foolish: The second one photon hit her body, Yukari would know her favorite correspondent was skulking.

The tengu traveled far from the HSE before feeling for any backdoors the yuri goddess had in the village. A large circle of doors infested the human habitat before terminating in a wide radius around Yukari’s stronghold. Either Matarajin was being ridiculously careful, or Yukari’s observance was massive. Either way, it would make a quick escape difficult. If Anon’s Frens couldn’t find someway to keep him hidden from Yukari’s sight, Aya would have to fly him quite a distance. No matter what, this incident was going to ruin any clandestine youkai operations for generations to come…

As Aya re-approached the HSE to visit her Momiji, she took one more trip around the perimeter of the building to see if she missed anything important. The sound of rattling metal caught her attention. Retreating to an alley nearby, the tengu watched every vent for motion through her camera. Five minutes passed. Ten. As her ankles started going numb, the rattling returned! A vent, large enough for two kappa to crawl through, opened up. The reporter shuttered picture after picture as a yellow-white figure streaked into another passage nearby. Finally, a break!

Aya sped off into her own lane, heading towards an intersection between the two. The streak obviously wasn’t human, so it was definitely heading straight out to freedom. Encountering the figure again, it started running along the walls of tight back alleys above gates and fences. Unless she wanted to reveal her own youkai nature, Aya couldn’t give chase directly. Instead, she bolted off for one of the backdoors. She kept her mind on Okina’s power, tracking down the door closest to her and waiting for the streak to pass by another. Finally, the reporter reached an ingress in the nick of time. The streak? They practically ran into a minefield.

Jumping through the backdoor at top speed, Aya allowed her momentum to carry her through door after door as she snapped pictures of the streak at every possible angle. No matter how fast it was, the dense concentration of Matarajin’s portals allowed the tengu to stay seven steps ahead of them. With enough photos to fill a room, Aya ended her chase by grabbing the streak from below, pulling upwards, and photographing whatever showed up before dashing into the Land of the Backdoor. Hopefully this youkai had the parts Okina liked.

Slowing down in the goddess’ realm, Aya was met by a small, white, furry creature desperately hugging her leg for protection. Her first instinct told her it was Momiji, but the ears were far too round. Oh, it was just Nazrin again. It seemed she was almost ready for Okina’s next feature film. Checking her camera, Aya was immediately confronted with a smooth slit between lips of creamy skin, framed by v-shaped bones. Better than a panty-shot; this pervert was nopan! As Aya scrolled through her album, the blur slowly gained features. A thin white dress, green ribbons, yellow fur… a tail…

The embers within Aya’s stomach were stoked in a green, blazing inferno. With nonchalance, the secret goddess came to retrieve her actress and found the tengu stewing in bloodlust. “Ah, Shameimaru! You were investigating that awful rumor about Kanako. Tell me, how’s that little adventure treating you?”

Navigating to the picture of her subject’s cunt, Aya thrust the camera into Okina’s hands. “I want the night free. Extra time, too.”

“My my, and what makes this picture so valuable?” It was nice, but she was having fun watching the tengu seethe.

“It’s the last picture of this slut-fox alive. I’m going to rip off this little tramp’s tail and make her eat it.”

(Part 47)

>>45216859 (26/?)

Rolling her wheelbarrow out of the HSE (after breaking another door), the world seemed a little brighter. Turning her attention to the various stalls around the main building, Yuuka decides to peruse them before returning home.

As to be expected some sold food, and others various trinkets. One particularly foolish soul was even selling shirts with 'Welcome to HSE' and a white splatter on them. Strangely though a very large percentage sold booklets and drawings. Unsurprisingly said drawings were of Anon, though they seemed to include other prominent Youkai as well. It goes to show how much this incident has thrown everything on its head. In her day, villagers would never dare draw Youkai so casually.

Approaching one of these stalls, she was met with a mousy woman wearing glasses. Picking up a prominently displayed booklet entitled ‘Puppy Love’, Yuuka asks, “What… what is this?”

The woman must be slow given she repeated the question multiple times while sweating (presumably from intense concentration), “T-This is my… I uhh sell doujin here to people w-who go to the HSE.”

Yuuka blinked at that, “You sell… groups? What do you mean?”

The woman shook her head, “N-No, I uh I sell… like manga and stuff.”

Manga? Ah! Those picture book things with all the fighting that Wriggle likes. Hmmm, she should buy some for Wriggle. That’ll surprise the little bug.

Wriggle probably wouldn’t be interested in something about Wolf Tengu, so Yuuka browses the collection. The covers are often strange, often placing Anon in precarious positions against domineering Youkai. Anon must be one of those underdog characters who defeat the evil Youkai with the power of friendship. Still, it’s strange that no Youkai has taken offense to being defeated by a human yet…

Yuuka freezes as she reads the title of the last manga that she took out, ‘Anon and the Ultimate Sadistic Creature’. The cover depicts her looming over a cowering Anon with cruel eyes, fang-like teeth, and nails akin to claws.

As Yuuka’s hand begins to shake she wordlessly looks over to the deathly still artist who seems to have lost all color in her face. Is this what the people in the village see her as? A monster to be beaten? A sadistic creature? Despite herself, Yuuka opens the booklet. She needs to know what’s inside.

The story begins with her assaulting the Hakurei shrine and presenting Reimu’s severed head to Anon. Far too much effort was put into said head, though it’s not that realistic. After that she mocks him a-and beats him around, all the while tormenting him over the death of his wife.

Looking up at the mangaka, Yuuka is pleased to see her trembling. As she should be for producing this… this awful thing. Drawn back to the story, Yuuka is shocked to see the slanderous character strip and then makes Anon… and then take out the rope and wax… and… and then… Yuuka herself begins to shake as it just doesn’t seem to end.

The final straw came when she grew a massive vine and s-shoved it up Anon’s… Looking down at the hyperventilating mangaka, Yuuka felt her hand tighten involuntarily and crush the doujin. Yuuka’s shaking grew more intense as the manga was crushed ever tighter in her hand. As the mangaka began to pray, Yuuka’s vision began to cloud-

-with tears as she ran away crying, “I-I’m not a monster! I w-would never do that! Why do you all hate me?!"

The startled mangaka, upon realizing she was not dead, quickly began packing up while plotting how to fake her own death to become a hermit.

>>45228875
>anon knocked up TWO foxes
good fucking God…
Megumu is fucking killing her, isn't she?
thanks for the chapter, Ayaanon! Always nice to see our reporter going the lengths to take panty-shots of unaware foxes!

>>45228917
And here i thought only tengu were foolish enough were foolish enough to draw such things

>>45228875
RIP sexfox, you had a good run. Still, Aya attacking Megumu's most faithful servant(tm) with only a picture of her pussy as proof? That's gonna spark some Tengu politics.

>>45229091
>Tengu politics.
very nice Aya's already planning the funni terrorism then!

>>45228875
I can't say I'm surprised sex fox was going in. Though I don't think megumu would be mad at her visiting the brothel Megumu herself helped create and staff

>>45228917
poor Yuuka; just heals a tad, then boom! Guro ryona drawn porn in plain sight for her to see… this will need lots of Anon head pats, maybe even cat therapy, but that'd be just too much cuteness for the thread
thanks for the chapter!

>>45229128
I actually am quite surprised at sex fox going in
she's always struck me as a 'relentlessly teases, never fucks' kind of person

>>45229162
I would think she'd fuck, but she's too much of a coward to do it alone and make her move after and in between the others.

>>45229174
Imagine being anon, stuck in the middle of a tengu sex fox orgy.
Man what a poor guy...

>>45229162
To be fair it hasn't been stated that she fucks. I wouldn't be surprised if she's just doing it for the rumor and spends the entire session sexually harassing Anon. I mean Kuda-gitsune are one of the few Youkai with explicit ties to marriage and monogamy, right?

>>45228917
I can't believe there are so many people that have negative opinions about mature women! They're all delicate, beautiful flowers whom should be treated with respect!

>>45229194
>rapist
>manipulator of the natural order of life
>rapist, but cuter
there's so much fixing here, bros, it's unreal!

>>45229186
the horror…

>>45229192
>sexually harassing Anon
>Anon is so jaded he takes everything lightly, barely reacts negatively
>throws her off completely, especially when he's nice and serves tea; makes tasty food and so on
kek

>>45229258
ah the weakness of every youkai... basic human kindness...

>>45229329
frightening the lengths it goes, isn't it?

>>45229192
Far as I've looked up, kuda-gitsune are generally familiars that eventually bring the downfall of their master and master's family. This held true in UM between Chimata, Momoyo and Megumu. The cause of this is overbreeding and draining the house of money. As far as monogamy, WaHH itself states they need to be kept in male-female pairs. For Tsukasa, I plan to incorporate her actual sneakiness into her character so that anons don't get mad at me again for misrepresenting the traitor fox. Among other traits and motivations.

>>45229382
nice to see the tube fox will get the love she deserves in your hands, Ayaanon
And I swear I won't bully her if she somehow ends up with Anon's frens!
trust me, bro
also, don't let Anons getting mad affect you much. You have a perfectly good motive for Aya jobbing retardness... And it's also very funni. Mainly the latter.

>>45229440
>love
Anything could happen in this crazy paradise.
Don't open this.

>>45229440
>love
Anything could happen in this crazy paradise.
Don't open this

>>45229512
>aya fucking kills tsukasa in a loving tengu pregnancy vs evil anon has an ability to soothe evil bastards
this is getting more and more intense by the second

>>45229512
Aya might try to kill her, but we all know how this will end. The sex fox is simply too powerful
Or maybe Aya will actually do it and begin her career in terrorism
hype

>>45229512
>spoiler
It's Tengover bros.

>>45215585 (2/-)
—
It wasn't a single occasion.

Days later, I'm again on Yukari’s orders, now stalking through a thick swamp on the deep outskirts of Gensokyo. I frown, frustrated: Rumors, whispers of cloak and dagger, have reached my ears—the HSE is a hot spot for gossiping, and when you pass most of your time there quietly brooding in the sides, you end hearing a lot—about a growing… uneasiness spreading throughout the land; that a powerful, betrayed—why 'betrayed'…?—oni that lived long ago would return and destroy Gensokyo whole.

These rumors and whispers are the cause of these dark circles under my eyes. First, all that ruckus about Kanako; then Flandre appearing on the HSE and 'threatening to explode the Human Village'—wild exaggeration, Yukari said, and it was the first time I felt no lie from her—; and now this mess personally involving me… I sulk, lips pursed, when my target becomes visible, dim lights shining under the thick grime and cloudy waters of the swamp.

I sigh. Going to such lengths to hide their cults dedicated to adoring… 'me'.

What is spawning these sects? Where did the word about the second coming of the 'betrayed oni of the mountain' originates from? In my mind pops Yukari, though I have no proofs—what use does she have for me here, hunting cultists in the middle of the night and trudging through a freezing swamp? I'd be much better with either the broker or the Amanojaku doing actual work, or maybe trying to babysit Flandre…

… I can't find an answer, but the thought doesn't leave me.

It's simply too weird. Is this an incident? Will we need to call Reimu? It's so widespread and young that there are no leads for her—or any other miko—to follow, just as there's no evil done towards Gensokyo or its inhabitants… Yet. Yukari wants me specifically—her 'first line of defense against Okina'—to defeat them, and I imagine it's because it's a cult to Ibaradouji. There's no link to the 3rd sage that I can see.

But that loops back to the first question; who is spawning them? Who's feeding them information about Ibaradouji?

Nibbling on my lower lip, I sigh with utter confusion. So many questions…

… Just one way to sate them.

Holding my breath, I dive into the swamp. Seconds later, a body explodes out of the water like a geyser, light chains locking them to the nearby trees.

A minute later, and I'm slogging out of the water with an ever worse crease on my face, carrying seven defeated bodies on my back. I throw them unceremoniously onto dry land, taking a centipede away from my hair before lowering the cultist locked into chains of light to eye level, the lower youkai's eyes burning with hatred. I feel the air… Yukari is not watching. I don't have much time. "Do not waste my time and answer: I want to know why this cult to Ibaradouji exists," I say, the chains dispersing from his mouth—

"You're not getting answers from me, puppet!"

… "'Puppet'?"

"I know who you are, Puppet! You stole her body! You'll never be the real oni, no matter if you try to kill her children! You're just a puppet, a vessel! She'll retu—" I grind the chains and restore the light bindings in his mouth. What is this bullshit he's spilling?! I don't know, but my identity might've been compromised… And, clutching my bandaged arm, I conclude that the thing I hide may also have been compromised—faintly, I hear a wicked laugh in the back of my mind.

But it seems distorted… Does he think I and Ibaradouji are different people and that I sealed her in my body? Whoever is feeding them information, it's faulty to a degree… Would Yukari purposely feed them wrong information? For what motive? I clench my teeth, the stale air drenching my brain in a thick fog, and I have to take deep breaths to recompose myself: piling up, questions simply piling up… A breadcrumb here, then another there, and another, another, and I'm back at the start, with more questions and close to no answers—

"Hm… Perhaps I should lay you off this work? You always seem so affected by the end." Her voice sends chills down my spine, the bound man in front of me replaced by a gap of a thousand and one red, curious eyes.

"… They know," I say, not turning to face Yukari. "They know who I was."

"Oh, my, my… That's bad. Very bad," I can almost hear her slight smile, "So, then I shouldn't take you off the job… Oh, anyway—hard-working sages deserve rewards~" I turn.

She's hiding a big smile behind that uchiwa of hers…

The questions are on the tip of my tongue. Just there, waiting to leave, to make things clear. I just need to ask.

"Yukari—"

—I watch as her soft hand slowly trails her collarbone, confused—then my mind is screaming and screaming: 'LOOK AWAY!'

I don't, and she pulls down slightly her purple dress, showing more of her cleavage and the lacy bra underneath. My mind slips as fast as a landslide, eyes bulging, pleading—no, no, no…—yet it falls on deaf ears as I bite my lower lip.

Rage.

Budding rage in the bowels of my mind.

Not oni rage… worse.

>>45228917
poor Yuuka, she deserves lots of hugs!
the intrusive thoughts keep winning, it's just so fun…

>>45228917
Yuuka is going to find the author and revoke their spine possession privileges

>>45229932
>Budding rage in my bowels
I can't believe an oni can be defeated by spicy food...

>>45230619
Suika was already canonically defeated by spicy curry in official manga.

>>45231457
post it

(1/5)
“Disgusting…” Hana had said.
Seija’s mood instantly flipped, and she dashed over to the girl in the dark street, turned her around, and grabbed her by the cuff.
“What did you say brat!” Seija asked.
Working with Seija, I had seen her display a large spectrum of emotions, but never rage. Angry, frustrated, spiteful? Sure, but losing her cool was so rare I was starting to believe that she might be one of those rare people who’re impossible to really piss off.
“I don’t have to repeat something to a serial criminal Youkai like you, now let me go or you’ll be sorry.” Hana threatened.
“Oh, I’ll let you go alright…” Seija answered, releasing her grip on the girl.
Then reeling back, Seija primed a punch, “Right into my first- “before her hand even passed her face the young miko had readied her weapon and smacked the Amanojaku in the stomach, sending her flying.
“Stay here.” She commanded, before rocketing after her.
Watching Danmaku battles at a distance and analyzing them was really an art to itself. The casual observer might say whoever has more bullets on the field is winning, but a real pro will watch the openings left, zones of control, how intricate the bullet patterns were, and even then, be no closer to telling you who had the upper hand. Yup, an art alright, because all an onlooker could do was wax poetically about beautiful it looked. Only one person could know who was winning a Danmaku match: The winner.
But unfortunately for me I wasn’t just a casual observer, so I wasn’t allowed to appreciate the roses exploding in the sky or how they were transposed in all six directions erratically, instead all I was doing was waiting for a particular signal that would tell me when a vial of my blood Seija had hopefully remembered to toss was halfway between me and the fight. And when it was, I clapped my hands and found myself besides Seija, floating upside down in a cascade of shining lights once again.
The applications for her inversion ability were plentiful, but not almighty even with my helping her. For instance, the blood vial trick only worked because it contained an anticoagulant and other materials that kept it alive to the point where it could still be considered ‘a part’ of my body, so flipping my direction while it was a far bit of distance away from me would seem to teleport me, but only because the ‘me’ that was being flipped spanned a few miles.
‘Took you long enough’ I felt the Amanojaku think.
As Seija threaded us through the blazing suns and fans of Ofuda seals I was taking in the field, feeding targets to her, and evaluating options.
Flipping bullet directions was an obvious choice, so was reversing the whole battlefield to throw off our opponent, but it wasn’t enough. ‘Danmaku is a battle of imagination’ Yukari had told us, and it was the one thing she had said that I was sure was true. Inverting luminance, flipping acceleration but not velocity, exploding small bullets into large ones, and turning wide bullets into thin planes we were throwing everything we could at the small shrine maiden, and it was all meaningless.
Her movements were completely irregular. Just when she appeared far away it would seem as if she was right on top of us and for any bullet of ours that did approach her, she seemed to simply appear on the other side of, completely unharmed.
What’s more, her offense was also strange. Bullets that were flying toward us seem to become much faster as they traveled as if they were propelling themselves in reverse and the direction her shots took flew at angles so sharp it would put all Tengu maneuvering to shame. Stranger yet, when our bullets would seem to collide, hers seemed to curve around them as if our shots we’re some kind of flying cyclone, so interception was right out.
When Seija finally took a hit, I wasn’t surprised. It was all we could do to try and tear up and confuse the battlefield apart as much as we could in the hopes that we’d throw off whatever strange ability she was utilizing and maybe score a lucky hit, which might have worked if this was the naïve, confused, although slightly budding shrine maiden I’d heard about.
No, the rumors were wrong. Yukari had been wrong. I could tell from Seija’s experience and all her battles that Hana wasn’t just working off an immense amount or raw talent and ability, she was also doing something rarely seen in Danmaku play: careful, cautious moves to eliminate the opponents’ options and put them in check. Not like the savage instincts of a powerful Youkai or the careful machinations of a saint or sage, but a slow, almost gentle trapping of her opponent. This, I decided, was a Hakurei Shrine maiden.

>>45232073
(2/5)
We lashed out against it. I decided to throw all schemes to the wind and populate the field with chaos. Like a monsoon ranging against a muddy field, I sent Seija views of disorderly flips, sowing more and more noise across the sky until even our own navigation became hampered in the onslaught. And even then, I could still feel the cage shrink around us.
I clenched my teeth and thought to decimate the noise even more, down to the most inseparable kernel of existence, to such an extent that my mind would crack under the pressure with such force that my soul would be cast across the afterlife and whatever oblivion lay beyond.
‘That’s not right Goro.’ Seija thought to me.
‘If something’s in our way, we’ll just flip it on its head.’
‘But how!?’ My mind screamed.
We couldn’t grasp her ability and if I couldn’t even conceive of the space she was occupying targeting her directly was a faraway dream. Nothing we were doing to the environment, or her bullets were working as we expected and if there was a pattern, I couldn’t find it. Chaos, constantly rolling the dice was our one option here.
‘Then flip chaos into order.’ She sent to me.
At that moment, the truth of Danmaku revealed itself to the both of us. From the epoch of everything, the spread of all things: earth, the sky, the rivers, plants, animals, people, commerce, it all came together in this moment into something new. One complete thing born of all this confusion all this noise.
We wept, having forgotten almost the whole of it as the moment past us, unsure if we’d ever see it again, but at the very least the path before us was clear.
I took the noise, the muddy, rain-spattered fields I’d laid across the sky and gave them shapes, not forms that were predictable and consistent, but a shape the chaos arrived at none the less. Starry nights, smoky rooms, mold covered buildings, I hunted and hunted until I finally saw The Hive.
“Reverse Sign: Disordinate Harmonics!” Seija screamed.
As Yukari had taught me, once I had found the shape it was easy to produce targeting solutions in any permutation and I barely felt the strain as I fed Seija an unfathomably dense number of instructions, which she gleefully executed.
The sky became something completely alien and it was as if we were no longer amid a fire fight, but floating above it all, watching our bullets fly in weird directions and finally clashing with our opponent’s. Yet, I still couldn’t comprehend it at all, the model I had created was a seemingly chaotic one, even if the result was something strangely beautiful.
The Shrine Maiden still eluded us, but we could see the tides had turned. Her bullet density was lower, we were able to move more freely, and what movements we could perceive of hers were becoming increasingly erratic.
A single bullet striking Seija put an end to our hubris, then three more broke the spell we’d cast, and if it were not Seija quickly flipping her velocity, twelve more bullets that grazed past her would spell her end.
When I looked up to see Hana floating in front of the moon, appearing normally at last, I knew our mistake. She had let us overextend, take on too much risk, bided her time while we relished our freedom, all the while we were unaware, we’d never truly left her cage.
Neither of us heard her say the name of her spell card, instead as the Shrine Maiden rocketed toward her, Seija’s mind raced to find options for evasion, and I fed her one last targeting solution, one that flipped my position with hers.
Hana didn’t stop. Instead, she spun in the air, her selves spreading to her side giving her the appearance of a kite, casting off power until she sped into me, striking me squarely in the gut.
Despite the punches’ location, I felt the hit throughout my entire body, as if each part across and through had been individually hit by a nail. I coughed up blood and had I not willed myself with everything I had prior to her attack, I wouldn’t have managed to clasp her arm.
‘Gotcha’ the expression I saw in the reflection of her small eyes said through a blood-stained smile.
“Let’s call this a draw and talk things out.” I struggled to say.
Her eyes twitched, but she nodded, helpless before her own best interests.


Seija set me down on a grassy hill, looking far worse for wear then me, but still insistent that I let her coddle me. Probably sweet revenge on her part.
Hana simply squinted at us and crossed her arms.
“I’m not apologizing if that’s what you’re after. Your little Oni started that fight, not me.” The little girl complained.
“Water under the bridge. That’s what Danmaku is for right? Resolving *cough* disagreements.” I struggled to say.
Her expression shifted to have some concern, but she remained steadfast.
“If anything, I’m sorry I pulled such a dirty trick on you.” I speak.
“You knew a shrine maiden would hesitate to attack a human.” Hana guessed.

>>45232079
(3/5)
“Oh no, I just gambled on you learning from your mother’s example.” I explained.
At this, I could hear Hana’s grip tighten on her weapon. “Don’t talk about something you don’t know anything about.” She says coldly.
Sore subject I could tell, but she had learned, otherwise a new kind of pink mist would be drifting through the night air.
It was good though, letting her get angry like this at the start of negotiations. Kids don’t get to complain much and get scolded by everyone when they do, let her get express herself a little.
“Do you blame yourself? For what happened to your Dad I mean.” I ask.
She doesn’t yell angerly, doesn’t swing her stick at us, instead she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before replying.
“No. I didn’t understand anything and when I finally did, I was able to get him out of that house. It was…Mom, everything was that woman’s and Yukari’s fault.” She answered, a hand squeezing her sword arm as she did, looking down at the ground.
“That’s a lie.” I say, throwing my hands up.
For a moment, I can see her about to snap at us again, until she notices a crucial detail: Seija had yet to say anything and, thinking to behave better then a foul-mouth Youkai, waited for me to continue.
“You can rationalize it all you want, but blame isn’t rationale. You’re still thinking about it right? What you could have done?” I ask.
She nodded.
“Yeah. It’s terrible, isn’t it? ‘If only I was tougher’, ‘if only someone had helped’, ‘if only I’d insisted a little more and that person wasn’t so nice, dear old Dad would still be around.’”
“Dad’s not at fault!” She yelled. “He did everything right and things still turned out this way!”
“You and I both know that’s not true. He’s your father, he was supposed to protect you above all else.”
“He did! Dad did everything for me! Everyone else just, all of you just, why couldn’t you all just leave us alone!” She screamed stamping the ground.
Completely unlike the all-powerful monster that had thrashed us mere moments before, the girl before us was beside herself with grief. I could let up, but this was a particular splinter that had festered far too long.
“Then you ask him, tell him ‘If you could do it all over again, would you have made me watch you suffer?’ and if he was happy leaving you all alone, because take it from my experience, it’s a lot easier to ask forgiveness from the living then trying to find solace in hundreds of gave visits.” I spoke.
At first her expression clenched in anger, then realization. “You also…”
“His body was giving out on him, but he kept going foraging anyway because he wanted to take care of me all on his own. We found his body in a river besides a cliff, probably tripped and fell off.” I recount.
I didn’t like this. Hell, I longed to go back to getting swatted out of the air instead of mouthing off to a trauma beaten child. The last thing I needed was for her to feel sorry for something that happened years ago, and I had well gotten over.
Looking at her though, all confused and angry with no real parent to help her, I wasn’t going to let a little shame get in the way of telling her what she needed to hear. Although the fact that she was responsible for this omnipresent feeling of pain I was experiencing helped me along a bit.
After a while, she spoke up “Oh, how about you shut up you…you perverts!”
Ah, I guess she was still a teenager after all.
“I-I’m not about to be lectured by some l-lecherous man who was about to do unsavory things with his Youkai girl toy in the middle of the village!” She accused.
“Hey! I’m not his toy, if anything, I’m the one who ruined him alright!? Also, who’s the pervert? What kind of voyeuristic lunatic do you have to be to think people getting a little close means they’re gonna screw then and there? Even we wait until we’re home for that kind of thing!” Seija retorted, choosing an amazing time to speak up.
Although she was technically incorrect on the last point, I figured anything I could say would only make the situation that much worse and made myself comfy while the bickering continued.
“You share a household?! Are you two even married? No, wait, you’re saying you two have already…oh that is just sick! Amanojaku are truly the lowest of the low!” She says with a disgusted face.
At this, Seija grins. “Ha that’s exactly right! And guess what? Sometimes, we just sleep together normally! Get all cuddly like two foxes in a tube!”
“I’ll bet!” Hana replies, marching over to me and with a surprising amount of dexterity and what I imagine is some strange application of her powers, pulls the back of my robe down, revealing the rear of my torso.
“I knew it! Look at all these scratch marks and bruises! Oh gods, some of them even look fresh!” She exclaimed.
“Okay, you come over here now.” Seija said, pulling the girl by the neck to the side before she gets any more curious about the damage love making has done to my body and strips me further.

>>45232083
(4/5)
“Alright, look, you had your fun and beat the crap out of us. So, can we go?” I asked the horny little shrine maiden.
Goro, probably high on adrenaline and paternal instinct, probably couldn’t see it, but I could tell this girl was way too interested in our private life. Call it woman’s intuition or whatever, point was, I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t follow us home and come knocking at inopportune hours to validate whatever teenage fantasy she was formulating in her head.
“I don’t know,” She began, crossing her arms “my duty is to protect the humans of the village from Youkai. How can I be certain that you aren’t lying or that you don’t plan to eat him when you get bored?”
Well shit. Maybe I had underestimated the girl, that was the most rationale thing I’ve heard her say all night! Kind of disappointing honestly.
“I don’t know what to tell ya aside from that he and I have an understanding. Didn’t you see us working together up there? You think I’m just going to throw that away because I’m a little hungry?” I ask, scratching my neck.
“Of course, Youkai are impulsive after all. You’ve already laid hands on him from what I can see, who’s to say eating him is so far off?” She explained.
Ahhh, I so wanna tell her that her mom did the same thing, but I guess that’d only prove her point more.
“Look, I have to be a little rough with him or it’s not enjoyable at all, but I…uh, compromise and let him enjoy himself. Does he look like he’s scared of me?” I say through clenched teeth.
Hana and I look over our shoulders at Goro, who was resting on his back, stargazing, not a care in the world.
“Then tell me how you two do it.” Hana commanded.
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m not. Tell me and I’ll know if it’s safe to let you go or not.” She spoke.
‘Because of woman’s intuition’ she forgot to say. I swear she was worse than a village auntie.
“Where do you want me to start?” I asked.
“When you two get home.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath.
“So, Goro will usually give his dog a bone or something else to chew on to get him out of the room on our romantic fucking evenings, otherwise he’ll howl all night. I’ll wait for him on the futon all dainty and lady like and let him come to me- “
“Wait, you wait for him to come to you? And how exactly does he…” She asks, rubbing her chin.
“Most of the time. It feels better if I tempt him to do it instead of forcing him oddly enough, makes me feel victorious in a way. When he does, uh, he’ll reach under my dress and other times he’ll hug from behind, romantic shit like that. I guess he sometimes throws me a curve ball like resting his head on my thighs or just ignoring me and slipping under the covers, which is nice in its own way.” I say scratching my cheek.
Damnit, this was embarrassing to think about, let alone say out loud and this girl was just lapping it up like a brownnosing underdog of a hermit.
“So, you don’t take your clothes off beforehand or even change into sleepwear?”
“He got me some longue robes for the evenings we take it easy, so I guess? But otherwise, it’s feels better to peel stuff off during to build uh, tension. I suppose I did strip down buck naked to surprise him one time.”
At this she clasps her hands over her mouth and face reddens. I am beyond commenting at this point.
“Are you, do, do you wear ‘that’ to prepare? Can you show me?”
I gnash my teeth even harder and curse the entire Hakurei household for a hundred generations, but after verifying that Goro is still indeed star gazing, I lift my skirt to show what the perverse young lady asks. Her eyes grow even wider.
“Where did you buy that?!” She whispers.
“The second-hand store run by the for-eyes.” I jokingly whisper back.
“No way! Rinnosuke-San doesn’t know anything about that kind of stuff! All the village girls know that.”
“Of course, idiot. You have to go to Youkai Seamstresses for such clothing or find a human dealer. Now I’ve told you enough and flashed you, can we leave?” I ask.
“What do you two tell each other in the act?” She asks, her face about as red as her uniform at this point “Tell me that and I’ll let you go.”
Stay strong Seija, last stretch then you can go home and have lovey dovey bandaged sex.
“I’ll tease him about shit, he’ll say nice things about me to get under my skin, normal things like that. I guess the only thing out of the ordinary is that we’ll play this game where he tries to force me to say ‘it’. That’s typically where those claw marks on his back come from. Can we go now?”
“What is ‘it’?” She asks.
“I love you.”
For a moment, blissful silence.
“A-a-alright. I’ll let you go t-this time!” Hana begins, completely overloaded. “But that doesn’t mean I approve of people like you! If I ever catch you two flaunting that disgusting relationship around the village again, they’ll be consequences!” She yells, before quickly flying off.
Defeated in more ways than one, I walk over to Goro, who’s by this time gotten himself back up.

>>45232091
(5/5)
“Well, I guess this wasn’t a complete loss.” He speaks.
“How you figure?” I tell him, hand on my hip, I begin to count the reasons on my other hand. “We got thrashed by a Shrine Maiden, had her pry harder into our personal lives then a tengu looking for a scoop, and since our luck is so shit, Yukari probably saw all of it, so we’ll never hear the end of that. Hell, I bet that pervert Okina is watching just as well.”
“Yeah, about that, Voyeur number two, you want to come out now?” Goro asked.
From the ground a hole appeared and out of it popped two aqua blue hoops followed by a horrid woman talking in a voice ten years too young for her.
“Ahhh, no fun Goro-kun! Where’s that overt politeness you showed to Miko-san hmm? Or that impudent rage?” She asked.
“Sometimes it’s fun to be formal, other times it’s not my lady.” Goro shrugged. “Now care to tell us why you’re here?”
“Fine, I know when I’m not wanted so I’ll make this quick.” Seiga pouted. “Yukari has two missions for you freeloaders, the first was to help her gather intel on Hana’s ability, which you’ve already done a splendid job at.”
I knew it. If there was any constant in the world, it was that all sages and hermits were Voyeuristic perverts and now I was allied with another one. Just fantastic.
“I must commend you by the way, it’s rare Danmaku battles end in such a savage way let alone with two people being whipped! Although that was an admirable connection you two formed and a promising foundation for a new Danmaku style, say, are you two interested in Taoism?”
“Are you interested in my sandal up your ass?” I ask.
“You are the last person I’d ask to learn Taoism from and that list is long.” Goro remarked.
“Really! I can’t believe I share a side with sore losers like you two! But if you’re so desperate to get rid of me, I’ll finish my job as messenger and be on my way!” She began with a huff.
Great. What little errand did that purple clothed bitch want us to go on.
“So, have you two ever been to Hell?”

---
If they're any errors, I spent an embarrassing number of hours to get this done and am posting late, so it's probably your imagination.
I hope I was able to capture Hana's character well.

>>45189401
The route to Marisa's house wasn't too dangerous. As long as you followed the path and never left it, that is. Oh, and you had to get out of there before night fell or you'd be in danger anyways. Even did you shouldn't breathe in too deeply or you might inhale some spores that would play with your mind. The upcoming winter made even a forest like this seem to fall into a slumber. There wasn't even a hint of any animals, youkai or otherwise, as I followed the winding beaten path to Marisa's place. If I weren't so pressed for time, I could stop and admire the sights. The dim light filtering through the canopy, the browns and reds of the forest, it was all beautiful. Maybe I could back here and have a picnic with everyone when this was all over. That would be nice.

The road continues to twist and turn through the trees until it opens up into a clearing. There it was-The Kirisame magic shop. It still looked the same as it did when I last visited years ago. Her being holed up in a place as dirty as that wouldn't do her any favors so my being here was for her own good. Going up to the door, I see a note pinned there before I can knock.

"The Kirisame Magic Shop is currently closed. For personal manners, please see Alice Margatroid in the Forest of Magic. For inquiries about returning goods or paying debts, don't bother" I groan. I went all the way here only to find out Marisa had packed up and left. Even if I knew who Alice was, tromping through the forest looking for her home was not something little old me should do. I'd just have to turn back now and see what I could do. Maybe I'd take my chances with Reimu or ask Hana where she was, I did hear the two of them were close.

Something catches my eye before I can turn and head home. A doll had risen up from a little chair near the door and floated in the air in front of me. It was so cute, but not really Marisa's style. It points to the door and then to me, pausing in the air.

It took longer then I'd admit to realize what it wanted. "Yes, I'm here to see Marisa. Take me to her" I feel a little bit silly talking to a doll, magic or not. I'm not a little girl anymore.

With a bow of its head, the doll floats away before turning to make sure I'm following. I'm right behind my only lead. Though the many tall trees of the forest, onto old paths nearly reclaimed by nature we travel deeper into the woods. I feel vulnerable. We're heading further in the forest I've ever gone before and even a weak youkai would have no issue fighting off a doll and a regular woman if it wanted to.

I didn't have much time to worry as soon after I see another house. The doll floats ahead of me and disappears somewhere behind the house. The home seemed to be pretty normal, at least from my understanding of Western style houses. It was what was going on outside the home that caught my attention.

A bit further in the distance there was something being built. A house or some other structure, I couldn't tell what exactly it was. More dolls floated around, carrying supplies, working together to saw the wood and put it in piles. So cute! I stood there watching until I heard a voice speak from right behind me. "I enjoy watching them work as well. It's impressive what they can do"

I jump a bit at the unrecognized voice and spin around. There was a woman there. Green hair, red eyes, a plaid outfit. Something about her was strangely famil-Oh no. I've heard about Yuuka, one of the most feared youkai in Gensokyo. Here she was right in front of me, staring me down like a predator stares down it's prey. If she was here that mean Marisa and Alice were already-. The construction must be her work as well. It might be some sort of jail, or shack to cure the meat in. I'd be there as well. Maybe she'd serve me over rice and use the rest in a soup, or she'd just roast me with some herbs. She might even turn me into one of those hamburgers so popular in the outside world! I didn't want to end up as a Kozoburger!

"What's wrong?" She asked, tilting her head as a slight friend forms on her lips. Play it cool, Kosuzu.

"I'm Kosuzu. I was going to see Marisa. She's here, right?" I say, standing tall and proud, ready to be struck down by this monster knowing my last moments would be one of bravery.

The frown on Yuuka's lips vanishes and she smiled instead. I honestly wished she didn't. "Oh, so you're one of Kirisame's friends? It's good to meet you. Yuuka Kazami, I'm currently working with her. She's here so you can come on in"

"Yeah. Sure" I say, at odds with the sudden familiarity she had. I followed Yuuka as she made her way to the door. No use in running so I had to follow into the trap. The door opened and I stepped inside to see something that surprised me.

It was normal. There were no corpses or rugs made out of flayed magicians. It was a clean and orderly room, nothing too bizarre about it.

There slumped in a large chair was Marisa, with a strange woman floating behind her.

>>45232073
>>45232079
>>45232083
>>45232091
>>45232093
they have a history of being stomped by kids, I see. First Flan, then Hana. Poor tard duo...
though, that ending certainly made the two sages laugh their asses off! One moment Hana's nice and all, the next she's a Disco Elysium protagonist with those questions and getting Seija to flash her might be the cherry on the cake. Beautiful.
So they're going to hell? My condolences...
I wonder if the Orin plot will turn to be more than whispers, or something else entirely happens.
Also, lucky them Hana didn't see the doujinshis. They wouldn't have survived that
Thanks for the chapters!

>>45232280
more dolls is always appreciated, but dolls and Suzu together is just too much for the heart man...
and personally, the internal rant Suzu had when she met Yuuka was mega funny since I always put Sepiroth's theme to play when Yuuka appears... don't judge, please, it's funni!
thanks for the cute little chapter!

>>45230619
isn't throwing rice at an oni a way to defeat them?

GUESS WHO'S BACK ONLINE, BOYS!
>>/jp/

>>45232093
>I hope I was able to capture Hana's character well.
You did well, from stormy teen to perpetually horny pervert. I can't say I ever pictured her getting a jaku to flash her but I realized with horny I wrote her that when the lewd stuff starts its always on the table.
Great stuff, I was laughing my ass off all the while

>>45233513
Nice, made me acutely aware of fucked we are if it goes down

>>45233798
well, at least it won't happen again

>>45233720
>Hana has a sin kink
>horny enough to demand a Jaku in a relationship with a human, which she openly disgusted at, to flash her panties
that's the Hana I know.

>>45232091
>you have to go to youkai seamstresses for such clothing
so THAT'S where she is

>>45235307
>>45192286
>Chen's hat fell off during the hug
>probably all mudded, maybe even torn a bit
it seems Chen is in dire need for a new hat! Though, who could make it for her? If only there were someone around that's skilled at working with tougher materials than those used for knitting and that could masterfully weave a new, cute hat for her...
if only

>>45232280
good luck, Suzu! Bur also careful! Being too close to the jobbers for a long period of time may affect you negatively!
also, a small thing I made to commemorate my two favorites meeting: https: //files.catbox.moe/1xf8wq.mp4

>>45236432
actual link because I'm regarded...
files.catbox.moe/1xf8wq.mp4

>>45201821

Hana often didn’t care for the more roundabout methods of doing things, she’d have rather walked right into the reception area and break down the door to Yukari’s office if she had business. She didn’t like sneaking and subtle things like that, only resorting to them when she had too. Something she had to do often it seemed, her weakness was obvious to even her, when it came to the powerful like Yukari she had no choice to do what she must. Well that and, there’s simply no way she’d just saunter up to the front desk and loudly tell the world her purpose, she didn’t have the fortitude of her mentor.

What must she do now? Well it was nothing she cared to do at least, every now and then that reporter tengu that helped make her life a living hell would come by and drop a bundle of food. According to Aunn, who watched from the miniature Komainu statue sitting in the mouth of the alley by their home, she’d drop by at least every other day at almost the same time. Apparently, she’d drop the parcel at the door, knock a few times, then leave in a flash once she heard someone coming to the door.

Why did she need that birdbrained nuisance? The answer was simple, there was no way in hell she’d venture into the HSE willingly and she couldn’t arrange a meetup during one of the, now at least, bluemoon visits with her mentor. That fox never left that building through normal means either, Hana knew since she often watched that building during the closing time and observed just about all kinds of kappa and tengu leave. Among their numbers was never the fox nor gap youkai herself, the solution was obvious in that they either lived there or simply used their gaps to get around. Hana was betting on the latter.

The only way to get in contact with that damned fox or even the gap hag herself was simple, she’d shake down the bird to get to the fox to get to the hag. Surely, if anyone knew where Ran went off too it’d be her, and the time she dropped her package was the only time she’d be able to find her. Aya had as of recent times, rarely been spotted in the village itself anymore, meaning that this was the only viable moment she’d nab her. Plus, you couldn’t beat that home turf advantage

Setting her ‘trap’ carefully, which in reality was merely her waiting by inside a broom closet. She stood inside her home along the ‘shortest’ path to the front porch and waited for Aunn to give the signal. Hana would slow her down with a seal to bind her movements before Aunn’s two bodies would restrain the dastardly bird with their strength. It wasn’t a perfect plan, but that’d never been Hana’s strong suit anyways…

Hana’s heart thumped in her chest, the little closet she was sequestered away in was stuffy as it could be, but if she just walked ‘forward’ from here after letting the world squeeze she could be beyond the front door in less than a second. Aya was fast, she knew that well from the times she saw her mother chase her off the shrine grounds, or when she dropped a paper in a dive before flying off without a trace.

>>45236522

Still, all Hana had to do was get a proper seal on at least one wing and that should be enough to bind them long enough for Aunn to pounce her… Hana hoped anyways, otherwise she’d have to brave all those jeering youkai AND the reporter tengu who’d undoubtable run an overblown story about how she ventured in all alone. At least this way she could leave things ambiguous as to what her purpose with the shikigami was, fortunately Hana knew well that the factions of youkai didn’t often talk with each other.

As well, it would answer her question as to why that tengu had seen fit to taunt her with her father’s cooking in more recent times. Damn slut not only rubbed it in her face that she was making moves on her father, but even sullied their precious memories! She’d know his take on comfort foods no matter how long ago it was he last made it, and she’d seen fit to insult her with it?! Hana wouldn’t be satisfied with only one or two swings of her Gohei… Perhaps they’d have some fried chicken for dinner?

It took awhile of stewing in her own violent thoughts and keeping the mop company, but finally the shadows of the deep night beyond her door must have moved. She heard Aunn’s signal first before she heard the knock reverberate through the frame of her home. Clutching the seals in her fingers she moved, she was fast as she walked into the wall. Fast enough that she let herself move ‘through’ the ground itself in order to get a perfect angle at the wings she let jut out from behind her. Aya was already ready to jet it seemed.

That bird’s instincts were sharp though, she must have felt her ill intent and turned quickly. Still, it wasn’t enough, Hana’s target wasn’t to harm the tengu after all. Neither did she need a straight line to hit those wings, Hana must have seemed to materialize behind the tengu as she sent off three seals towards her. She could tell, since the fierce anger and determination in the tengu’s eyes widened into something like surprise.

Aya had barely the time to shout in surprise before the seals landed true, Hana knew they must have appeared to vanish as she launched them to the sides and behind her. Aya was able to dodge the one that took the roundabout path and chased her from the front but the two on the sides were trickier, and approached her from a blind spot. Even as she kicked upwards it was already too late, the bird’s wings were clipped now. The seals did as intended and practically disabled the limbs affected, her wings dropped and could barely flutter the wind into a breeze.

That was when, and without wasting time, Aunn materialized; one coming from the statue in the alley and the other bursting out from the house through the door. Aya let out something approaching a squawk of, “Wait a minu-“ before the two Komainu’s let out a shout of, “Bad guys won’t get away~!”

Hana felt bad if she was to bother the neighbors so as the now flightless bird struggled to escape the grasp of the two komainu Hana moved in with the preprepared blessed ropes and muzzle. She could feel a bit of a smile creep up on her face as she forcefully looped the rope around her arms and waist before shoving in the cloth muzzle and tying it tight. With one last ‘Heave-ho!’ the two Komainu rushed the squirming bird inside her home as Hana followed suit, grateful for the dark of the night to mask her assault. The last thing she’d want was the neighborhood aunties to have a story to tell.

>>45236461
suzuburg was a nice touch

>>45236522
>>45236531
Like mother -- Yukari -- , like daughter; instead of waiting by the front door with a sign inviting Aya to have a civilized talk, she prepares a convoluted, yet smart plan to ambush and kidnap Aya, involving potential damages to friends and innocent neighbors
Truly, she walks the footsteps of her mother.
but damn, Hana, you brat! Is this way to treat your birdmom?! Anon is grounding her for AT LEAST 15 minutes.
thanks for the chapters!

>>45228875
Aya never knew there were lemons in Gensokyo, yet Nazrin’s lemonade wasn’t too sweet and went down smoothly. She reclined in one of the goddess’ many lounging chairs, one hand on her citric drink and the other subconsciously patting the attending mouse. Okina did the same across from her, insisting the tengu stay until nightfall. Her reason being that Tsukasa, if she recognized Aya, could track her movements at the mountain and village and advise her hooded acquaintance accordingly. Begrudgingly, the tengu agreed.

“The little strumpet was using a hidden exit. She has to be in cahoots with Yukari, meaning she’s up to no good. Threatening the Moriyan faith, spreading the lie to the tengu first, the fact Megumu thinks it’ll win brownie points with Yukari: Everything leads back to Tsukasa being the source of this rumor. That tall visitor has to be part of the lie. That’s the loose thread I’ll pull to unravel her entire conspiracy.”

The goddess held a glass of rich, blood-red wine that she swished as she listened to the bird squawking “I see. And how, pray tell, are you certain Tsukasa is the leader behind this? Perhaps Yukari is using her to control the entire mountain. It’d certainly be a mutually-beneficial arrangement.”

“Being a tool isn’t Tsukasa’s role, it’s her cover. Marisa told me about it: Three different people Tsukasa pledged loyalty to and when push came to shove, she ran away from each one. Megumu included.” The tengu chugged her drink down to dregs. With a snap from Okina’s fingers, Nazrin took the glass and walked off, a door appearing in front of her and disappearing with her just as quickly. “The only person that knows her goals is the harlot herself.”

“So between the Sage, daitengu and kuda-gitsune, you trust the trickster?”

Aya paused, mulling over her words. “Trust…? Wait, wait, I understand. All three of these people are liars and schemers. So Tsukasa’s appearance is about as honest as Yukari’s! But being afraid of my enemy’s plans won’t help me: I have to use the facts available to guide my actions. If my foes have armed a trap, I’ll devise my own plan to circumvent them. If I can’t, I’ll make them believe I have a plan good enough to make them hesitant to spring their own!”

The goddess was in awe at how far the girl had extrapolated her insult. The skill of a reporter, she assumed. “Sure, if that works for you. Just keep in mind that killing the fox may not be the best end for either of you. After all, can you bring yourself to kill the girl if you don’t know who she really is?” Ahh, the profound role of goddess, caretaker of Gensokyo’s inhabitants. Even a lowly tengu was worthy of her guidance.

“Why not? If that slut’s stealing Anon’s seed, I’ll wring every drop out of that blonde fox-hussy’s corpse.” There wasn’t a shred of hesitation in her voice.

Of course, Okina couldn’t resist testing her resolve. “And if she is, would you be willing to kill the children taking root in her womb? Sex is procreative, and you aren’t the only one to find the workaround to the contraception. Isn’t that right, Naz-chan?”

The tengu’s mind buzzed. Nazrin was pregnant by Anon too? Myouren temple’s strange additions took on a new meaning. And yet, this wasn’t Aya’s curent focus. Not yet, at least. “I’ll find out if she’s pregnant first, then I’ll decide what to do with her. Before that, I still need to dismantle this rumor at the source. It’s the best thing I can do for Anon and myself to make sure the Moriyans have the power to help him.”

It was frustrating how single-minded the girl had become. Too stupid to recognize the danger she was playing with, still too smart to back off from empty threats. Perhaps some mixture of drugs, magic, pregnancy and puppy love turned her brain to mush. “If you’re really this dead-set on your plans, then by all means—just show me your pictures before you end up on a griddle.”

Until nightfall, Matarajin’s spy went through each and every photograph in painstaking detail with her.

(Part 48)

>>45236531
I'm gonna keep writing Aya's HSE visit until this point. Ur story works perfectly with what I had in mind. :)

>>45236751
Poor Naz, the rattrolling backfired hard
>[...]you aren’t the only one to find the workaround to the contraception"
I wonder how many undocumented uses of Yukari's drugs there are. Three were bad enough... Poor Anon
But not Aya! This girl is growing a brain! We are so proud of her! And damn, future chapters involving her are looking nice
>pounding le tube fox
>first direct talk with her daughter... hopefully the bird is not a target of Hana's sin kink
take it easy, Aya!

>>45232280

Marisa groggily sat up to look at me "Kosuzu? What are you doing here?" Marisa looked really out of it, like she hadn't had any sleep for days. The strange woman behind her handed her a blanket which Marisa took and wrapped around herself. With her green hair, blue dress with matching blue pointy hat and lack of any legs the woman certainly grabbed my attention but it would be rude to ignore the question.

"It's about Anon. I've been investigating the brothel and I think he's been held there against his will. I need your help" It was embarrassing to say something like this in front of new and unexpected people.

"Oh, we know that" the floating woman says.

"Uh, well did you know that powerful youkai are involved in keeping him there?" I say, caught a bit of guard.

"We do"

Ah fuck, I guess I should have expected someone to figure it out. It was Marisa's duty to look into incidents like this, and this one involved a friend so no wonder she knew. It didn't explain who her friend was, or why Yuuka was casually hanging around her.

Marisa looked up at her friend. The woman looked back. "This is my friend Kosuzu. She runs the bookstore in the village. We've known each other for decades"

The woman turns to me. "Well then. I am Mima. A goddess of magic and this one's mentor" She put a hand on Marisa's head leading to the magician batting it away with a grunt. I had known Marisa for decades and she never once mentioned this mentor to me. An obvious sign to not delve too deeply into this strange situation.

"So you wanted help to free Anon . We do have a plan to dismantle the HSE, but do you have anything to bring to the table?"

I bit my lip. I expected Marisa to be here alone so we could make a plan in which she did all the fighting. If Mima wanted me to join in on the brawling she'd be disappointed. "Well, I have the ability to read any language. I can detect things about books if they contain Youma energy, and I convinced them to let me inside if I have business there. I'm not a fighter"

Mima's eyebrow raises slightly. "I suppose I can find a use for you. For now just don't bring attention to yourself and see if you can keep your ear to the ground. Welcome to the gang Kosuzu. I'm sure Yuuka already introduced herself to you" I turn to see Yuuka give me a smile and I suppress a shudder. "The others are out. Alice is doing some shopping. Shinki is off preparing some regents we need. Hana is probably on her rounds in the village now"

So that meant Hana must know her father's actually imprisoned if she's part of this. Poor girl, I hoped she had someone to help her through this. But I was glad in a way, just including the people I knew about, we had a lot of firepower on this team. Our chances were looking good.

"I'll help out in anyway I can. You can find me in the Suzunaan if you need me. It's a bit risky coming all the way out here" I tell them.

"We can arrange for your safety, don't worry. Now Marisa. Tell your friend what you've been up to lately. She deserves to know" Mima floats in front of Marisa how did her best to burrow into the blanket. My ears peeked up, was there something going on I didn't know?

Marisa grunts. "Sorry for not visiting you lately. I've been busy training and helping figure out a plan to put an end to the HSE. I had to get settled into Alice's house after my equipment at my own house disappeared and..." She sighs "I'm pregnant"

I snort with laughter. Of course Marisa would try to throw in a joke. "You can't fool me, I believed Keine at first when pretended to be pregnant, but come on"

Marisa seemed to be a bit hurt by my words. she threw off her blanket and adjusted her body so her side was facing me. Taking her hands, she pressed her dress taut against her body. With the dress flush against her I could tell she gained a bit of weight. Oh. The sluggish and tired behavior, the protruding stomach. I've been there before.

My surprise quickly gives away to excitement. "Really Marisa? That's great! If you need any help just tell me okay, I'll babysit them if you need it. I still have some of the baby stuff from when I had mine, I'm.surebthe crib is still good so I can bring it over. Oh, it'll have to wait until we save Anon, but we have time, right? How long along are you? Who's the father? Why didn't you tell me about him?" I couldn't believe she would just drop something like this on me. I'm not sure why she hid it, but I'd support her all the same.

Marisa squirms and looks to Mima for support. She glared back at her. Marisa looks like she's about to be sick. "It's Anon" she chokes out.

There was a sharp pain in my chest and my vision goes white. The world fades away and I feel myself drifting off. When my vision clears, I'm in a grey fog and see Akyuu in front of me. She looked just as she did when she left. She smiles and opens her mouth to say.

"Don't be so fucking dramatic. You're fine. Get back there"

I open my eyes. I'm back in Alice's home.

>>45237431
Akyuu staying behind on the river bed to heckle Kosuzu feels very in character, even if it delays her next life she still has to baby sit her pet brainlet, although being a brainlet like Kosuzu is probably better than being a midwit like Yukari or Akyuu.

>>45237431
oh no.....
>deals with Keine's baby bullshit beautifully
>joins the Jobber Squad
>immediately jobs to a baby bomb
Poor Suzu, victim of the pryon disease called 'jobbing'. Hope it doesn't advances too much. My prayers to Suzu

>>45237431
Ah I see, its public planets's Akyuu. Damn, its not summer so we can't bring her in for obon

>>45238725
>public planets's Akyuu
>Hammer Kasen
who's next? Sentaku bune's Koishi?

>>45238747
who got to the koish

>>45238775
a certain green man

>>45238747
spacejin kaguya

>>45238855
This may be a fetish story about horrible things happening but its not THAT kind of fetish story

>>45239045
The real reason Tewi and Eirin don't want Kags to go to the HSE is she'll destroy Anon's balls beyond repair.

>>45239056
he would blow her mind with his skills

>>45239056
Ball busting aside that gives me an idea...

>>45236751
>spoiler
no problem, i'll shit out the next chapters(and finale) in a few, hopefully before you commited to the next chapter

>>45226958 (6/6)
—
In the hands of her caretakers, Flan left—a third ice cream in her hands, many affectionate hugs and promises of her returning to play more, to the migraine of her quaint sister—Ran audibly sighing of relief in the reception. The little blonde vampire is a delight when you get to know her, cuddly and excited, yet it still takes one mistake, one wrong spoken word…

Oh, well. Even with that solved and the HSE closed earlier, I have many things in my agenda: guide the media to write this 'incident' as just another good deed of mine, not the mess it was; check on Eirin's progress; have, of course, my joyous time with Anon and deal with Ibarakasen…

Still, something is much more of concern. "I'll be back in seven minutes, Ran," I say to my shikigami on the counter, nonchalant towards her answer as I focus, feet together, parasol clutched, eyes of incarnated death…! If not for my thick barriers, this monstrous magical pressure would've squashed the whole building into the ground…

—Found it~

I grin nevertheless as the space in front of me—unlike my elegant and smooth gaps—rips like a wound, a thousand red eyes crying blood.

I step through the gap, and, as the world changes, I stare forward with a placid smile, my sheer anger cold.

Okina stares back, a devilish smile.

Her minions are another story entirely, all frozen in fear, confusion, and awe, their master's sacred realm having been torn open like a sheet of paper—all barriers and defenses crushed under an almighty thumb. "Would you look at this?" Okina begins, resting her cheek on a palm. "… A visitor~"

"O-Okina-sama—" The purple one tries, but Okina simply raises her free hand, silencing them. I'm stared at from all sides, but my eyes never leave the Matarajin, and as I move forward, the tension is palpable, my pointé shoes leaving cracks on the ground.

One of Byakuren’s rats cowers by Okina; utter confusion paints a low fairy's—hm… no, not a fairy. More—face; yet even a being like her can feel the pressure in the room; finally, the colored servants prepare to fight, even though their limbs tremble—admirable, but useless.

I stop in front of the sat down Matarajin and stab my parasol's pointy end in the floor, leaning closer—so very close~one gap, her head rolls; a door, mine rolls.

The room holds its breath…

… And I softly say; "Flan was a sweetheart. We had lots of fun today~"

"Is that so?" Okina replies.

"You just had to see—it was adorable when Anon showed her our pond and the fishes~oh, she started to ask their names, but always got a tangled tongue trying repeating them. It filled my heart with warmth being her caretaker for the afternoon—" Okina was about to say some faux humorous remark and continue the charade, but decided to remain silent as I took a small, golden coin from a gap and wordlessly threw it up. "—but I don't commend imprudently bringing another nuclear device to my doorstep. It's quite nescient, and if you dare do it again—" All eyes followed the coin as it arched before landing on the blue newborn god's feet, whose confused eyes locked with mine… My face was of cold fury. "—I'll lock her in a gap, where she'll horribly die one million times, unable to revive here until I see it fit—each death will be more excruciating than the last, and you won't be capable of doing a thing. A minute for us, centuries for her—am I clear, Okina?"

The Secret God kept smiling—the emergent god wincing in sudden fear, unable to grasp the extent of what may be of her. Now she should understand what true godhood looks like—before waving with her hand, "Crystal, 'Kari… Next time, I'll be sure to send you a fax." The sweat drop on her forehead said more than her words.

I smiled, silent in front of Okina, letting the moment stretch, the fear settle, the consequences weigh… Slowly, I pulled my parasol out of the ground—elegantly posing it on my shoulder—turned and walked off.

However, stopped in my tracks and made a 'v' with my fingers, materializing between them a menacingly red bead with a nonchalant skull inside, my face pure smugness. Okina's breath hitched, but then she huffed. "Gah, it's been so long since I've been in the giving end of a cunnilingus… Ah, anyway~can you take pity on your sister sage and take on your cute 12-year-old form—"

"No." And I punctually leave, closing the gap with a sound akin to nails scratching a chalkboard.

Back at the Land of Backdoors, Okina practically melted on her seat, breath wild and hand massaging her temples, wide eyes on the spot where the bloody gash on reality stood until just now…

So many barriers and precautions broken; months of scrupulous work evaporated, "I have to prepare more…" Though, it's useless: just like Yukari can't hide a door from the Matarajin for too long, the Matarajin can't hide a boundary from Yukari for too long…

Looking at a shaken Cirno and panicked servants, Okina breathed heavily…

… Then she grinned, whispering something only the rat caught; "So much fun~"

>>45239697
it took a lot of self-control not to use picrel as the chapter's image…

>>45239706
Just pretend the blonde in pic rel is Yukari.

>>45236751
Appearing far from her encounter with Tsukasa, Aya felt the cold wind of the night. While she was tempted to check on Hana, it was imperative that she unmask Yukari’s associate now. Besides, she’d be back later with a treat for her: Dad’s homemade meals! Sooner or later, she’d have to talk to Hana. Sooner would be easier, considering Hana would notice her new half-siblings later… maybe she could put it off for two months.

Finding an empty area in the outskirts of the village, Aya took to the skies to spot Momiji at the roof of the HSE. Kilometers away, Momiji gave a signal to her far-off companion: The customer was still in reception and would soon leave through the front door. Diving close to the ground, the crow tengu made her way into the village, arriving at her hiding spot. Her camera was set and strapped tightly, legs ready to push, and eyes locked firmly on the front door. There was a minute left until her reservation came up. After fifteen seconds that stretched for eternity, the door to the HSE opened. A hooded figure causally ambled out, the sound of clinking metal accompanying them.

As soon as the door shut, Aya shot out, grabbing the tall figure’s cloak. It came off easily. As her camera automatically took shots, the tengu noticed that the mask came off too. In fact, it was sown in, along with a pair of hair buns and four iron manacles. Looking back to the spot the stranger was standing revealed nothing but darkness.

Dammit, this was supposed to be her big break! Capture Tsukasa’s ally and sweat them for details! Maybe it was some kind of illusion: The Three Fairies came to mind, but it was the dead of night. The moon wasn’t even full: Only the lonely stars shined. Then again, so did the HSE’s lights. Looking a little harder… There, on the ground—a shadow!

Aya could barely make out a figure: The head blended into the rest of the shadows, but around the shoulders were sharp angles. The abdomen seemed to have bulky clothes, and one arm extended outwards, holding something long and thin… that moved! Aya dodged the shadow of the invisible tool, hearing the wind whistle as her bangs fell to the ground. A blunt force followed quickly, colliding with the middle of her chest. Aya heard a clang of steel against steel as she tumbled, her body thrown back with enough force to skip across dry land. Braking herself, she saw Momiji looking into the sky, gripping her shield and giant sword tightly. The shadow was gone, leaving only a wolf with bristled fur.

Aya grabbed the cloak and ran over to her guardian, eager to investigate her piece of evidence. “Momiji, we got a lead! Let’s go inside, I’ll explain everything. Nice moves, by the way. I thought all that free time would you make you soft, but your reflexes are sharp as ever!” However, the wolf tengu didn’t reply, simply staring at Aya’s face with a weird expression. The reporter felt something hot and wet was flowing under her right eye. How embarrassing, crying after a fight. Wiping her cheek, she felt a sharp pain when she made contact with her face. As soon as she retracted her hand, the crimson stain explained everything. She didn’t completely avoid the swing.

The wolf tengu spared no effort, dragging Aya into the HSE by the shoulder and loudly calling for a medic. Aya pulled away, but the pain in her chest kept her escaping the wolf’s grasp. Ran, in shock at the crow tengu apparently missing half of her face, called for a group of yamawaro to take the girl for immediate medical attention. As much as it hurt, the tengu tried to end this farce before it got too far, wiping away all the blood to reveal the thin cut that spanned the bridge of her nose to her ear.

Her heart rate stabilizing, the shikigami waved the employees away. “Thank goodness you’re okay… What happened to you?!”
“I’ll tell you later. I’d just like to see Anon for a bit. I gotta cook something with him, alright?” The tengu stumbled to Ran’s desk and took a fistful of napkins to blot her cut. “I’ll wear a mask, don’t worry. I don’t want him seeing me like this.”

“Aya, I’m far more worried about you right now. Can you even make it to the shrine in your condition?” The kitsune’s genuine compassion made Aya feel warm inside… no, that was her lungs throbbing.

“Just let Momiji in with me. She’s a good girl, I won’t let her do anything bad to Anon. Right Momiji?”

The white wolf locked eyes with Ran. “I swear on my life that I won’t attack Anon. My duty is to ensure Aya yet lives.”

Two troublesome tengu, one bloody and the other bloodlusty. If Aya was vouching for her, perhaps she shared her pill with the girl before. Momiji was more attentive today… this girl. She flashed Aya a small grin. “Very well. Just don’t die on Anon. It’d be a sorry way to go.”

“Of course I won't. I gotta marry him first.”

(Part 49)

>>45240712
>Sooner or later, she’d have to talk to Hana. Sooner would be easier, considering Hana would notice her new half-siblings later… maybe she could put it off for two months.
about that...

(1/2)
Hello, I’m Kuma, a young Tanuki working under Miss Takane at the HSE. Don’t worry if you don’t remember my name, hardly anyone does.
Tonight, Miss Takane is taking me to a ‘business meeting’ at a youkai dinning pub so I can learn how to properly behave in professional matters. I’m happy that she’s taken me under her wing, although I don’t know why she bothers with someone so feeble as I…
Anyway! Master Futatsuiwa told me I shouldn’t reject an opportunity to learn from someone above my station, even if I don’t feel deserving so I’m going to give it my all regardless!
From the outside, the place looked like any other closed up shop, but as we passed the entry the difference was as if we’d dived into a lake. All kinds of Youkai, big and small we’re eating, drinking, conversing, and there was even a human or two here and there.
This gave me pause, Master always told me to be cautious about getting too close to humans, told me there were consequences for such a thing. It was strange since she and my sisters were always soliciting pets, guiding lost and drunk people home, and playing with children. What were the rules really?
At the back of the building, I saw two people seated at a table we approached, the strange broker we met before, Goro, and with him was what looked like a small Oni. They were sitting awfully close and Goro seemed more… comfortable? mature? I couldn’t say. Perhaps it was that strange priestly garb he wore or the black gloves he had on, humans are always changing but it’s so hard to tell how.
“Good evening you two.” He said with a smile as we approached.
The woman merely grunted, her chin firmly rested on her hand and staring at us as if we’d intruded on something.
“Yes, it’s been quite a while since we saw each other. Not sense Seija here last attempted to assault the HSE.” Miss Takane commented, nodding at the small Oni-like woman. “Or sense you protested in front of it. Gave us quite a scare.” She continued, this time nodding to Goro.
“Ehhh, I’ve seen inside that place to know it’s practically just another workday for you all.” The woman named Seija scoffed.
“My apologizes for that. Although I hope you know me well enough to tell my actions weren’t so senseless.” Goro remarked.
There had been several attacks at the HSE since it started, but Goro’s protest had made everyone nervous for some reason, even Ran, who is usually so cold looked at me with kind eyes and gently told me to retreat, even though I’m a tanuki and she’s a, well, I’m told slurring is bad and all our words for her kind qualify as one.
“Not senseless? Perhaps, but I wonder if you could say the same thing about coming over to our side or your choice of company.” Miss Takane said, squinting at the two.
That had seemed strange to me. As far as I knew, Miss Takane and Goro were plotting to free Anon somehow, but now Goro was working with Yukari? What’s more, I didn’t think that a Youkai so high up as her would ever deal directly with humans, although I heard Master Futatsuiwa and him where on good terms. It was all so confusing.
“Things are complex. You could say I’ve exhausted my options on one side and sitting on my laurels is just boring. I’m still working toward the same end.” Goro shrugged.
“Things are more fun around this idiot is all.” Seija sighed.
“Then I’ll take your word for it.” Miss Takane said with a curt smile.
“So, how is Anon? I’ve heard some wild rumors about him lately, but I can’t tell fact from those comics they’re selling around the place.” Goro asked.
“He’s doing better if you can believe it. A few visitors have become more, conjugal-like and less carnal. It’s not as if we still don’t have problem customers and the bosses’ private sessions are taking a toll, but he’s less defeated than before at least. The real concern is the number of bombs we’ve had to defuse these last few weeks, the scarlet vampire showed up out of the blue and that flower demon, Yuuka, brought an entire wheelbarrow full of compost for something we couldn’t fathom at the time.” Takane explained.
“I was wondering how she got all friendly with Flan.” Goro said, rubbing his chin.
“You’re acquainted? I didn’t think she ever left The Scarlet Devil Mansion or even roamed that place freely.”
“That blonde brat was dropped on us by the blonde hag.” Seija grimaced.
“She’s a handful alright. Can’t say I didn’t enjoy my time with her though, kind of a sweetheart if you’re durable enough. What about Yuuka though?” Goro added.
“She made a garden with Anon. Yuuka’s been the most surprising turn around, going from thrashing him to being one of his most cherished supports. I might rethink my image of her, were it not for those scars she left on him. “Takane answered, closing her eyes.

>>45240903
(1.5/2)
As Miss Takane got closer to Mister Anon, she had become more like a mother hen I thought. Nesting with Mister Anon and at times even protecting him from harm when she could. It was unlike before when she had only focused on strange things like ‘efficiency’ and ‘throughput’. Now, even as our workload had increased, she seemed less stressed and more kind.
“That tracks, I always wanted to pay her a visit, figured we could work out a deal where she could sell her flowers to the village and I would take care of the people side of things, but then that lead me down a rabbit hole of what kind of flowers can be moved without killing them and what happens if she shows up at a buyer’s house and they forgot to water it?” Goro waved his hand, taking a sip of his drink.
“Her reputation just doesn’t match her outcomes you know; most violent Youkai leave a bloody trail. Either means she’s nuts but hides it exceptionally well or that she’s just anti-social and lonely, like my little Amanojaku here.” Goro said, smiling at Seija who promptly jabbed him in the arm.
Anti-social? What a strange phrase, I’ve been called that before, does that mean Yuuka isn’t a blood thirsty monster and is just nervous around people like me? But Mister Anon’s scars…
Also, I don’t have a good sense for these things, but it seemed to me that these two adults may be lovers. That’s definitely too close for a Youkai and a Human!
“And what about you two? Besides Vampiric babysitting, what work has she given you?” miss Takane asked.
“Getting our asses kicked by a shrine maiden and now we gotta march through two hells on a ‘diplomatic mission’.” The Amanojaku groaned.
“She’s been training us a bit. Seija and I have a working relationship that convinced her we were worth brining on and she’s currently helping us to maximize that potential, which seems to involve us meeting with Hana-chan and getting whipped proper.”
“Anon’s daughter?” Miss Takane said, her face turning concerned.
“Is she well? I’ve wanted to visit her for so long, but I think I’d only trouble her since so many other women, especially those expectant mothers, must be causing her trouble.”
“Smart move Yamawaro, that girl hates Youkai even more then her mother and she well, she’s a teenager.” Seija added, blushing.
She seemed to be hiding something, acting so meek after being so blunt earlier.
“She’s young and taking her job a little too seriously, I think it’s a way to make up for her mother’s mistakes. Once she’s with her father again I believe she’ll get sorted out.” Goro commented.
I really wanted to meet her now, this Hana. These adults talked about her sort of like I’ve heard older Tanuki discuss me while they thought I wasn’t listening. Maybe we could be friends?
Thinking about it, I couldn’t help but feel lonely in places like this. All these people around and all this discussion, but where was I supposed to jump in? I wanted to ask these questions, even if it would be too much of a bother for these people.
This was probably why I had no friends. I couldn’t reach out to a that black cat that serves under Ran who’s my age, I couldn’t talk back to Master Futatsuiwa, and I could barely hold a conversation with a fairy.
“What’s this I heard about two hells then? Are you two being sent to create provisioning deals or some other kind of diplomacy?” Takane asked.
“Nothing. The head boss lady just wants us to meet with the big wigs of both and nothing else.” Seija said.
“She’s right I’m afraid. Our only instructions are to show up, tell them who sent us, stay for tea, and be on our way.” Goro shrugged. “In exchange well, we’ve been promised an ‘impossible meeting’.” Goro explained scratching his head.
I’ve heard about the two hells, the former one is where all the bad youkai were put so they wouldn’t bother anyone else and the other is an afterlife for evil humans and animal spirit gangs. It didn’t seem like a place a living human should go to!
“An ‘impossible meeting’ huh, how auspicious. Must be something only the boss could put together.” Takane thought aloud, tapping her arm. “Just be careful in either hell. They’re quite proud and territorial down there, not that it’s so different from up here, but they have a dogma you’re not used to.”
“Yeah sure ‘Mom’, just make sure to pack our lunches.” Seija jeered.

>>45240913
(2/2)
Their conversations went on much like this, casually brining up many topics I didn’t understand like ‘maternity leave’, ‘topology’, and ‘economic imbalances’. By the time they were finished, I could feel my head spinning round and round.
Ah, I’ve been here all night, but I haven’t even said anything! I should really bring up some topic, just so they know I’m not mute, but what to ask, what to ask…
“Are you two getting married!?” I blurt out.
For a single moment, the entire bar is silent. In the distance, I hear one of the odd humans holler a ‘way to go bro!’.
Miss Takane and Seija are both frozen, but Goro merely smiles and approaches my seat. Kneeling, he whispers something in my ear.
I blush at the absurdity of the statement but find myself nodding at it regardless.

EVERYONE GROUP TOGETHER!
FAMILY PHOTO TIME!
Yacchie wasn't forgotten this time!

>>45240919
I'm going to imagine her pronouncing it "mawwied" and there's nothing you can do to stop me.
Unholy matrimony sounds perfect for those two. If they ever split, Goro will get full custody.

>>45240712
>gets recked and has a gashing wound on the face
>still goes to make food for the family
didn't know Aya was so antiquated

>>45236531

How do you intimidate a 1000+ year old crow tengu you have bound and tied in your living room? Well in all honesty Hana had no idea, its not like she didn’t think that far ahead or anything! Its just… Well usually the way to scare a youkai was too beat them around a bit, once you establish that you’re the more powerful one they’ll eat out the palm of your hand while you kick them in the ribs.

In the case of the bird, well... She certainly didn’t look scared, even all bound up with the double dogs giving her best growls periodically. Aya simply glanced between them while keeping her eyes away from Hana’s own. Hana had met them on occasion, as she sat on the other side of the small table that was bare of all but a small basket of mandarins and a candle that sat between them.

Under the warm light of the lamps on the wall and the candle that blazed brightly Hana could make out something behind her eyes as they sat in relative silence. Though its nature eluded her, it wasn’t fear or even anger. Despite the lack of knowledge as to the true nature of the emotion hidden behind the crow tengu’s eyes, Hana had already wasted too much time on staring her down and letting Aunn’s… terrifying? Display of aggression play out.

Finally Hana spoke, her voice in her professional exterminator mode; a voice utterly devoid of levity and with an underlying coldness to it, “Shameimaru-san, I’ll make this simple. You have information I want about that youkai fox that runs that damn den of evil.”

Hana reaches into her pouch, pulling out a sizable number of seals and placing them on the table directly in front of her. After a moment of letting Aya eye them and discerning their true nature she spoke again, “I don’t have time to play guessing games with you simply speaking, for every lie I or my friend detects I’ll place another seal on you.”

Aya squinted at Hana, it didn’t exactly seem like a glare but… she returned it with one, “You’ve been a thorn in my father’s and my own side for quite a while, printing out that slander non-stop for years, even…” Rage was flaring in the back of Hana’s mind now that she remembered it all, “Even printing those lies about me and my father’s situation! Making everyone believe outright lies about how horrible we were!”

Hana quelled that anger quickly, not letting it influence her conscious mind and cooling her voice, “It takes four seals to destroy the spirit of a weakling youkai, around 6 is they’re particularly feisty, I’ve never had the chance to see how much it’d take to destroy a tengu. I’m very curious to find out.”

With that threat out of the way Hana could see a sort of wariness in the tengu’s eyes, well it wasn’t fear, but good enough. She’d make the fear come later if it was needed. Hana glanced at Aunn who caught the glance and followed Hana’s eyes down to the tengu, Aunn nodded.

One of the Aunn’s pranced off with a “Right away, I’ll get the tea!” Hana wanted to facepalm or shout something. Instead, with an outward calm she looked at the Aunn left in the living room who returned her gaze with a big happy expression as if she wanted to be praised. Hana sighed, “T-thank you for getting the tea ready, but I meant the gag, just take it off Shameimaru-san already, please!”

With an ‘ah!’ Aunn leaned down and loosed the cloth gag, Hana could practically see the repressed smirk on Aya’s face as the atmosphere was blown away by that happy-go-lucky pup. Hana wasn’t one to miss a beat at this juncture, she’d been humiliated worse after all.

Readopting her exterminator voice Hana tried her best to recover, “Shamimaru-san, my first question to you i-“

Suddenly Aya very nearly slammed her head onto the table and with a loud nearly squawking voice exclaimed, “On behalf of the Bunbunmaru and this humble reporter I ask your forgiveness for all I’ve done to wrong you and your familyandiknowitisn’tenoughtomerelyaskforgivenesswithwordsbu-“

This time it was Hana’s turn interrupt, she was completely thrown off guard by this, “S-shut up I get it, I get it! I can’t even understand you!”

Aya lifted her head, looking into Hana’s eyes, whatever fell mood came over the tengu was clearly enough to put both Hana and Aunn in a state of confusion… Was… Was Aya actually crying?! A sniff left the crow tengu’s nose as her eyes were waterlogged and she suddenly burst into tears, letting out a loud sob as she choked out, ‘I’m swrry I’m swrry I did dat pwease don hate me~!’

>>45241081

Hana looked at Aunn, who looked at Hana, who looked at Aunn in return. With an unsteady hand Hana reached across the table and patted the Tengu’s back as she awkwardly soothed her, “Uh… Er… Sorry for scaring you and uh…”

At a complete loss Aunn too patted the sobbing tengu, the trio stayed like that for a bit until the other Aunn came back with a tray of tea and snacks for them all, it seems Aunn had gotten the good sweets from the local confectionary Hana wanted to save… well… if it’d settle this stupid crow…


Aya was nibbling on a square slice of the chestnut speckled treat. Despite still being bound and fed by hand by Aunn, who was all smiles and still in ‘big sister’ mode ever since the tengu cracked into tears, Aya was notably more calm. Albeit she was still a bit weepy, saying that she ‘was so happy that Hana-chan took after her father so well’

First sobbing, now so happy that she shed tears of joy? And what was with that bird calling her ‘chan’? Hana barely even knew the bird after all, the amount of times she talked to her personally could be counted on her hands, and even then it was for her stupid paper.

Hana would’ve pressed the tengu but every time Hana tried asking a question Aunn would give her those eyes, mad eyes she’d give her back when she was getting scolded for being naughty. Hana had shut up then and sipped at her own tea and nibbled on her share of the sweets. At least it was clear that Aya was recovering, Aunn’s ministrations and spoiling seemed to go a long way along with Hana’s occasional half-hearted word confirming that she wasn’t really mad anymore.

Even Hana’s seals were tucked away now and out of sight, she could still grab them at a moments’ notice. Though Hana didn’t feel it would be all that necessary all things considered, she couldn’t detect a trace of falsehood in Aya’s act and it seemed her emotions were genuine. Plus, she did trust Aunn’s senses about this, that little Komainu was perceptive at times like these.

Aunn wiped Aya’s tears once more and let her clear her nose into a handkerchief after the tea and snacks were finished. Silence took hold for a bit as Hana figured that now would be the time to continue her questions, albeit with more tact than before lest she get a grumpy Aunn to deal with later.

Hana couldn’t help but scratch her head as she thought. It was paradoxically harder to deal with the tengu now that she was docile and comfortable, but Hana wouldn’t get anywhere if she didn’t take the initiative and she couldn’t press her too hard right now. The miko-in-training cleared her throat, getting the mollified crow tengu to look at her with eyes still red from the tears, “Shameimaru-san, I was hoping you could answer some questions for me…” The tengu nodded without a word, “I have need to contact Yukari’s shikigami, the ninetailed fox named Ran, it seems she’s quite elusive when she’s not manning the reception desk. I’ve little interest in meeting her in such settings. you see…”

Aya nodded, an understanding filled her eyes as she seemed to connect some kind of threads, “I can do that… I…” she seemed to settle on a thought, “I do know what she gets up too outside of that place, so I can find her and pass along a message. Ah, she will ask what the purpose of the meeting is before she’ll meet with you, what should I tell her?”

Hana thought about things for a moment, but decided that in this case the truth would be for the best. After all, knowing Aya she’d find out afterwards anyways, “Simply put, I’ve been trying to figure out the reasons for why Yukari-san has done this, I have my suspicious but… The fastest way would be to pry it out of her”

Staring at Hana Aya suddenly burst out laughing, surprising Aunn and Hana alike with her outburst. A throaty laugh, as if she couldn’t suppress that inner crowlike aspect of herself which threatened to overtake her, “Y-you wanna…! For such a reason...!” Another outburst overcame her as she choked out, “Just going to walk up to Yukari and…!”

Clearing her throat Hana got the crow tengu’s attention as the outburst faded away, “Yes…” she sighed, “I’m done speculating about why and why not, nothing she’s done makes sense from how I heard she was before! I think that if I can simply figure out why she’s doing this then me and my friends can shut it down faster than if we don’t!”

Aya seemed to have recover finally, an unusually sharp look overtook her face. Hana couldn’t help but wonder if all the tengu were this insane in how they acted as Aya spoke with the laughter in her voice gone, “What makes you think Yukari will allow you to walk out of there alive? What makes you so sure that she needs any reason at all to do such things?”

>>45241098

Meeting the tengu’s gaze she answered clearly, she’d had a long time to think of this before, “Yukari-san isn’t acting normally, from who I’ve spoken too about it and my own memories they seem to agree that the way Yukari-san is acting isn’t consistent with the past. She’s never worked like this before and it seems that even her personality has changed from what it once was. She is, I believe, acting under some specific compulsion… though, what I don’t know.”

Hana gathered her thoughts for a second before continuing, though now she was less certain than before, “I don’t… I don’t know if I’ll walk out of there alive, but I think that she isn’t insane. She’s too collected for that and I think we both know that she wouldn’t hurt someone without reason. And… well…”

The only word that could describe the tengu’s eyes was ‘scrutinizing’, and Hana could tell that her experience in discerning the truth was no joke. If only she’d actually tell the truth on her own papers… With caution in her voice as she tried snubbing down the fleshy memories of her past dealings, “Yukari has… She’s harassed me several times, threatened me and my father, even used me as a bargaining chip to control my father. Long before all this she’s given me warnings and threats and yet, I don’t believe she’d go through with taking my life so easily”

Shuddering at the memories of it all she continued, “Shameimaru-san, before I go into this next part. I have one question for you, if you’d answer it.”

Nodding the reporter tengu waited for Hana to continue, “Shameimaru-san, for what reason do you drop off that food to my house in the dead of night. I could believe it was an apology if that was it, but you somehow were able to get my father to make his old cooking that he used to make when I was a child… I don’t believe your relationship is merely… as casual as you made it out to be in your reviews of the place, is it?”

Aya faltered as her critical eyes melted under the question, though it was short lived and Hana was surprised to see a fiery resolve burn inside her. Aya’s voice took on a softer edge now but there was no mistaking a solid determination behind her voice, “Hana-chan, you’re right. Its not as casual as you think, but don’t believe I sent you that food as anything but a gesture of goodwill. Hana-chan, I’m eggnant.”

She was… what? Even Aunn, who’d been following this conversation with one of her bodies on each side of the crow was looking a bit perplexed. Aya didn’t stop however, the same determination carried her on, “I used him, yes. I used him like many of those other women did, but I regret it deeply. You should rightfully hate me for that, but I’ve grown to love him deeply! I had him make his cooking to give to you because I wanted you to be able to communicate with him in some way.” Hana’s world was spinning already, she was… what? “I never touch him without consent anymore, and I respect his wishes. I’m as determined as you to get him out because I’m pregnant with four of his children and the only thing I want more than to make him my husband is to set him free and let him choose to come with me willingly!”

Hana’s world spun around in a hyperbolic circle until she closed her eyes, she felt them scrunch as she massaged her temples feeling an oncoming headache. It took her a second before she spoke, “I’m sorry Shameimaru-san, it seems I misheard you… can you repeat that?”

Without fear Aya spoke up again, “Hana-chan, I’m pregnant with your father’s children and I want to make things right”

‘I uh… Well… t-that’s…’ Was all Hana could get out, out of all the possible answers she expected that wasn’t it, there was just no way she could reasonably expect that answer you know! It was insane. A youkai falling in love with her own father and getting… pregnant…!? WITH FOUR CHILDREN?!

Aunn herself was at a loss letting out a whine as she looked at Hana. Aya was quick to bring her back on track, “Hana-chan, I know it’s a lot to take in but now its time for your side of the bargain, why don’t you believe Yukari-san would kill you?”

Trying to focus all the subtly was gone from the shellshocked miko and all she could do was reply, “Ah, that’s because I think Yukari-san is obsessed with my father and is using me to control him to try and gain his affections…”

Hana could feel her soul leak out of her mouth already, Marisa was one thing and she would be proud to have to have the witch as her mother. Yukari’s affections was another thing all together, it wasn’t even certain as it was anything more than just a women’s, and perhaps a Hakurei’s intuition. This though? This was just… It made her stomach roil.

>>45241109

By the time Hana could really take in Aya’s expression the tengu was looking at her with that same disbelief in her eyes, though now there was no laughter. Hana could barely even hear her voice, “Hana-chan… what is your reason to believe that…?”

Still reeling Hana could only make the suggestion blankly, “ah well, it’s simple. I just started feeling that Yukari-san had some kind of ulterior motive than what she used to tell me of punishing father and all. The more I looked into it the more I learned of how she would always accost father without my mother around before they divorced and all.”

Using the remaining bit of her mental faculties she continued while censoring just enough of the true details with her monotone voice, “There’s simply no reason for her to do all this just to punish one man even if he broke a promise to her, it breaks all of the taboos of Gensokyo and all, and it is entirely irrational…” Hana breathed in, “It’s… the more I learned of her methods, like when I spoke to Kosuzu-san about her experiences with her before, the more I realized that the only reason she was keeping father caged was for herself… I can’t ignore my gut that’s telling me the cause of all of this is that Yukari-san is obsessed with father. So, until she gets what she wants or is denied it she won’t kill me or she’d risk losing him.”

Hana couldn’t, or didn’t care to make out Aya’s expression that settled over her face. Hana was in her own little world, a world of coming to grips that her own father impregnated, and got a rumor-mongering crow tengu of all youkai, so insanely devoted to him. All Hana knew is that the room went silent, Aya wasn’t laughing and even Aunn who already knew the situation loosely didn’t make a peep.


It didn’t take long for Aya’s binds to be removed, the package of food left on the table, and Hana to be ushered by Aunn into a hot bath. Aya left shortly after the conversation ended, she herself didn’t seem to want to say a word either. It really didn’t help things that Aya didn’t make fun of her supposition, though at least she agreed to arrange a meeting between Ran and Hana.

In bed now, Hana couldn’t help but let a whimsical thought take over. Tengu did lay eggs, right? Would Aya be okay birthing four eggs? It must look amazing… She’d ask later if she could, for now she hugged her dear sister and let sleep take her.

>>45240983
>Yacchie wasn't forgotten this time!

>>45239697
Yukari shouldn't bully cirno like that, its rude!
Also I love the angry sages, its kind of funny since we don't really get a reason why Kasen is on equal level as them, we only get hints of it in the printworks. Still given her arts and strength I wouldn't doubt she could stand equally against them... if she wasn't such a lewd pink anyways

>>45240903
>>45240913
>>45240919
Top cute stuff, its fun seeing Seija dance around what happened despite how she usually is.
I can't wait for Takane's visit either, the sexual harassment would be legendary

>>45241198
here's Waldo Yacchie!

>>45241081
>>45241098
>>45241109
>>45241119
>Cries
>Laughs at ur plan
>Announces eggnancy and plan to marry ur dad
>Leaves
I didn't think reformed jobber Aya was going to win this much. Between her, plantmom and moonist mom, there's hope for Hana yet!
Thanks for treating the funni bird kindly. Fucking 'eggnant' sent my sides to Toyohime.

>>45241229
it's not bullying, she's just making a harmless threat, clearly a prank, while also teaching Cirno that actions have consequences. Her motherly instincts are just that good man.

>>45241357
Then whos that little gremlin to her left? Suika?

>>45240983
>>45241378
Wow, even Lemontea snuck in!
>>45241011
>I'm going to imagine her pronouncing it "mawwied"
That would have probably been a good idea. The image I had was of a young kid who has a mature grasp on language, but zero social skills which is maybe me projecting or coping.
>>45241098
>if I can simply figure out why she’s doing this then me and my friends can shut it down faster than if we don’t!”
It would be an interesting twist for everyone to gear up for the Winter Solstice, only for everything to get fixed blue balling everyone that was ready to go to war.
>>45241294
>I can't wait for Takane's visit either, the sexual harassment would be legendary
I feel like as Hana meets more of her new moms(and grandma) she'll get worse in all kinds of ways!

>>45241378
Lemontene and, behind her but being consumed by Yuuka's skirt, Rikako
still can't fucking believe I missed that after checking each layer...

>>45241386
>It would be an interesting twist for everyone to gear up for the Winter Solstice, only for everything to get fixed blue balling everyone that was ready to go to war.
indeed it'd be funny, but want to know what would be even funnier?
>The entire Jobber Squad pulls up; Yuuka, Mima, Alice, Marisa, Hana, Shanghai the Doll
>immediately get obliterated at the entrance by the funny vampire
>Ran doesn't even stop working as Flandre has a field day with some of Gensokyo's strongests

>>45241367
With how Yukari's internal monologue is, I'm inclined to believe this, but at the same time she could be 100% serious and justify it and undersell the severity with her moon logic.

>>45241431
I'm fifty-fifty on that
On one side her threats threatening Chen's safety and poisoning one of Anon's loved ones were all made with intent of supporting themselves on fear, and that's exactly what Yukari exuded the entire time in the Land of the Backdoors.
On the other, she indeed whipped Ran, which shows she's not averse to heinous acts as punishment for wronging her
We'll only know with certainty if suddenly Okuu pops by the doors of the HSE, emitting enough rads into the Human Village to make an entire new fallout game

>>45241525
She's unironically the best yandere in HSE.
-deredere
- Longest crush
- Genuine love and affection
- Wants a family made by integrating Anon's family and her own, cementing it with a child between them
yanderu-
- Raped Anon willfully
- Ignores Anon's feelings
- Hurts her and Anon's family to avoid thier rejection
- The affront to reality and morality being brewed by Eirin
The best part: Anon isn't the stereotypical emotional anchor. Nobody has any clue what could balance her mental state, it's all based on her whims. Maybe Anon finally rejecting her could be her weakness, but it's feasible for her to remain erratic. When she finds out that someone else got pregnant before her, it'll be absolutely perfect.

We're back, boys

>>45241912
got scared there for a moment, not gonna lie
good morning/afternoon everyone

>>45241962
Ohio 2 u 2

>>45241670
>She's unironically the best yandere in HSE.
definitely, this girl's autismo could fill an entire city block!
>Anon finally rejecting her could be her weakness
I don't think that'd stop her in the slightest, probably just send her over the edge to the point she says 'screw this', and just manipulates the boundaries of his mind to unconditionally love her, though that'd be admitting to herself and others she was lying from the beginning

>>45242019
>>45241962
herro and good day

>>45241670
>Maybe Anon finally rejecting her could be her weakness
I don't see gappy being phased by that, she'd just go deeper into yandere territory with believing that he's just confused and would need more severe correction.

>>45242398
>she'd just go deeper into yandere territory with believing that he's just confused and would need more severe correction.
scares me how easily I can think of her doing much worse than the HSE...

(1/4)
—
My hat is busted. It happened yesterday before Flan's funeral; it fell off from my head onto the forest floor—small animals nibbled on it; some stomped it, and it must've tossed around, fraying on sharp sticks and stones… But that's nothing: Ran can just fix it in a second with a gap—yet…

I approached Ran, sat with Mr. Anon—calmly knitting our last batch of warm clothes before winter—on the kotatsu, her tails lazily hanging around them—it should be so warm and fuzzy in there… No! Cuddling comes later!—, eyes focused on a paper with a bunch of math on it; "Ran." I call and, with two pairs of eyes on me, show my ruined hat and the remaining of Flan's golden silk, cleaned and rolled into a beautiful yarn—a work done by me and Mr. Anon yesterday. His eyes flare with love. "I wanted to repair my hat with this silk—b-but not with the gap! It'll ruin Flan's silk!" It probably wouldn't… The thought made me uneasy anyway. "So I wanted to ask if you know someone who knows how to fix hats, specifically with spider silk."

Ran's ears perk, and she looks at Mr. Anon for knowledge; "Spider silk is very sturdy and fine; it starts as liquid, after all—so it takes tremendous skill to repair something like Chen's hat with it… Sadly, my experience with hats is lackluster at best—not like Hana or Reimu needed knitted hats with those outrageously big bows they use!" Pain flashed in his eyes, but it lasted only a moment before being replaced with something that filled my heart with joy.

"So there is something you're not good at~" Ran remarks with a giggle, and Mr. Anon pokes her ear in revenge. They play fight, and though it's endearing, it aggravates my mood—I make sure to make it clear with a pout. Composing herself as if she's not blushing and hiding laughter, Ran resumes, "Well, hm… I do know someone with capable hands. I'll think you'll like her a lot—just a moment, I'll check if her atelier is open." In a whim, she pecks Mr. Anon's lips and disappears into a gap.

I stare at him, tails bobbing, and he signs for me to get close. I do it, confused—

—and then he pets my head, "Thanks." His voice is soft. Huh?

"For what?"

He glances at the yarn we three made together, and I understand— "For being you." —… because it's fresh, raw, and many fears and doubts persist. Still, I think it makes him happy to see that these wounds won't remain only wounds but will close and turn into scars and, like the books I'll write for each star, another story to tell—in a different way, but a story all the same.

… It scares me, though, how the wounds of his departure may feel—would they ever truly close? It feels like a hole too big to be filled…

My eyes squint, and I pull him into a tight hug, the man reciprocating it, unaware of the sad thoughts crossing my mind. I store them away, to think more, elaborate them—and enjoy the now… On my hands, a little spider threads—

Ran returns a moment later, and I think Mr. Anon communicates something to her with his eyes because Ran soon joins the hug, her nine tails like a protective cocoon around us. Two sets of kisses are planted on my scalp, and any remaining bad thoughts vanish.

A quiet moment of love, only ours…

—and the 'now' feels that much more precious.

—

Some minutes later, I and Ran go through a gap and end up in what appears to be deep inside a cave with the ceiling obscured by rocks and stalactites, though as we walk a beautifully paved path with many colored, shining stones, it may also have been a different world full of wonders: the walls were covered in artisanal spider webs, which serve no purpose but were breathtaking to look at—the patterns, hm… It can't be the doing of a spider like Flan, who was an orb weaver; one would think then 'tangled webs', but I doubt a Black widow or such would live under these conditions—oh, so probably—

My eyes go wide, and I gasp as we reach our destination; a cozy home nestled in the walls, a hole in the cave-ceiling showering the house with natural light and flora.

But the most impressive had to be the layout: a massive funnel of bonny, sturdy web, strong enough to withstand storms.

With big, glimmering eyes, I turn to Ran and point at the house. "A tunnel weaver did that!" I said, and Ran giggled. "Ran! A tunnel waver! I've always wanted to see a tunnel weaver, but there are none back at the HSE, and I found none in my expeditions throughout Gensokyo! RAN…!" I yell, then excitedly whisper: "… a tunnel weaver built that house—how big do you think it is?"

"I fear to disappoint, but only 4'11," the voice says as the door opens—a beautiful blonde lady stands there, draped in warm browns and golds, making her warm smile an invitation by itself—then I see the idle, thick limbs hovering behind her and immediately recognize: SPIDER LEGS! I look at her with adoration as she turns to Ran with a nervous smile. "Wow… y-you didn't lie."

I'm beet-red embarrassed. Ran laughs.

"Well… Welcome to my humble atelier! The name's Yamame Kurodani!"

>>45244191
Ran best keep Yams from her man, she'll win the anonbowl by default.

>>45244334
sadly, she's married to (You) already.

>>45214743
you have the edit of the image with the other 44?

>>45244371
here ya go

>>45244377
you are fast, thanks

>>45244381
don't mention it, always glad to spread Kasen love

>>45244429
>love
You mean lust, right?

>>45244334
she already won her own anonbowl, no way will she win this one too

>>45244533
>love
>lust
these mean the same to her

>>45244567
Always bet on spoder.

>>45244191
I wonder if yammy knows that way too many of her sisters head over to the HSE too

phew! Thank God, Chen chapters are pure innocent fluff and Yams isn't going to win another Anonbowl!

>>45245643
>a common spider of the Agelenidae family lays upwards to 9 sacs of 150 eggs in their lives, around 4-5 years
Gensokyo CANNOT handle more than one spoder pregnancy per decade

So Ranon is obsessed with spiders.
I'm obsessed with business theory and network throughput.
Anyone else want to fess up to shoving their interests into this hodgepodge?

>>45245746
I'm obsessed with suffering if that counts
Besides I don't think I could shoehorn my interest in ttrpgs into the story in any reasonable capacity

>>45245746
I'm addicted to lore posting and the fictional politics of gensokyo.
Also fights, fights are cool.

>>45245769
would be funny to see Hana, Anon and her many mothers and siblings trying to play a TTRPG together and the utter chaos. Would make Night City in the cyberpunk ttrpg even more chaotic
>>45245770
>I'm addicted to lore posting and the fictional politics of gensokyo.
>Also fights, fights are cool.
simply based

>>45245746
I choose Kosuzu partially because I'm a book hoarder.

>>45245810
I want to see them play Vampire: The Masquerade with Flandre as an extremely competent Storyteller.

>>45245928
>partially
never ask Suzuanon what the other motive is. Worst mistake of my life…

>>45246023
>locked on the basement for eternity
>played ttrpg with the other three copies of herself
>gets some friends, wants to share her interests with them
seems about right

>>45228917 (27/?)

Breathe Alice, breathe. No one is judging her, heck no one even knows that she’s going to the HSE. For all they know she’s going to buy food or something. Those glances and murmurs are just because she’s a Youkai magician who rarely comes to the village. O-Or they aren’t even about her. After all, why would people pay attention to someone who looks human?

The same cannot be said about approaching the building proper. The place is given a wide berth save for its patrons and the hawkers peddling their goods. It's not that far in purely physical terms, but to leave the crowd and form of plausible deniability…

Though she’s already lost that hasn’t she? What person would just stand out in the open and stare at the HSE? That’s extra weird. As her pulse quickens, Alice begins to walk towards the building. It’s simple really, all she has to do is keep her head up and walk normally. Tons of people come to the HSE so it’s not weird. Not to mention she’s walked every day of her life since she was a baby. All she has to do is not think about it and keep moving forward. That is important though because if she started walking funny then everyone would look at her and then people would know.

Thankfully she isn’t walking funny and no one has noticed her. No Tengu mangaka spotted her and began calling her over for a free copy of ‘A Night in the Doll House’. Even if that did happen, Alice isn’t such an idiot that she’d hurry up and then start walking funny and then realize that she was walking weirdly and so try to correct but she’d overcorrect and…

None of that happens thankfully, so she has a normal expression upon entering the establishment (through a door whose lower hinge is broken for some reason). Entering, Alice wilts from everyone turning to look at her, said feeling is made worse when the snickering begins along with murmurs about Shanghai.

Standing proud like her mother taught, Alice puffs up her chest and walks to Ran. The fox gives her a friendly smile that has just a few too many teeth, “Hello miss Margatroid. I presume your Shanghai is fine now?”

Keeping her eyes trained on her feet Alice replies, “Shanghai is doing fine. Thank you for asking. How much for a ‘lazy Saturday’ package?”

Ran raises a tail up to silence Alice as she digs through a binder, “Free. Or rather, you do not have to pay for anything today as you’ve already paid for…”

Ran again flips through the binder before continuing, “Twelve sessions. You have paid for twelve sessions but have yet to attend one.”

There’s a pause after that. Seeing that Ran for whatever reason won’t give her the queue ticket Alice finally replies, “Okay.”

As the silence returns Alice adds, “Give me the ticket.”

The damn fox gives that toothy smile again as she replies, “Ah, my apologies. I must have forgotten” and hands Alice the ticket. In a huff, Alice storms over to a corner to wait until her number is called.

***

The changing room is quite expansive and carries miko costumes for pretty much all of Gensokyo. The quality is quite impressive when one factors in the sheer number that had to be produced and the presumably short timeframe it had to be done. Alice would like to share notes with whoever made them… were it not for the reason they made them. Maybe she could get Marisa’s help in assaulting and robbing whoever made the dresses, though that line of thinking is probably why said mysterious seamstress is mysterious.

The racks are convoluted and messy, she’ll need to check each rack individually. Starting with say the one with Kasen, Suika, and Yuugi before ending on the rack for Marisa, Patchouli, and that third one that she doesn’t need to check.

Phew, Aya, Hatate, Megumu, Momiji, Ran, if only these racks were organized in a clear manner so sh-wait! Ran? Looking back, Alice spots the rather unimpressed fox looking through a small gap. Long after the eye contact gets awkward Ran asks, “Are you having issues finding anything? I can’t help but notice you are in the Tengu section rather than the Magician section.”

Alice chuckles nervously, “Oh, this is the Tengu section? That’d explain… all the tengu. Where’s the Magician section?”

A tail reaches through the portal to point at the racks across the room, “Over there, the ones starting with Marisa and Patchouli.”

Alice begins to sweat as she replies, “Over there? Ah, I didn’t realize that uh… Thank you.”

With a curt, “You’re welcome” Ran closes the gap.

>>45246738 (28/?)

Deep breath in, slow breath out. Deep in, slow out. The path to the shrine feels long, far too long. Maybe Ran or Yukari made it longer. Even going from her house to the shrine is faster than thi-Flowers.

There are a lot of flowers in the yard. An unreasonable amount, how could so many flowers possibly be in full bloom at the same time? It’s beautiful certainly, b-but it’s weird and she should go investigate.

As Alice gets on a knee for a closer look, a voice behind her asks, “Lovely, aren’t they?”

With an entirely dignified noise, Alice falls while attempting to both run from and turn to the voice at the same time. Succeeding in only the latter action Alice stares up at Anon before nodding, “Y-Yeah.”

Anon seems taken aback by Alice’s tumble before quickly offering a hand, “Sorry about that, didn’t mean to frighten you. Are you alright?”

Anon… is holding out his hand towards Alice… for her to hold. Her first… Alice quickly accepts Anon’s offer while desperately attempting to quell the rising heat in her cheeks. Remembering that he said something or other, Alice nods again, “Yeah.”

When Alice gets up and yet does not let go, Anon shoots a quick glance at his hand prompting her to pull hers back, “Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

Anon waves it off, “It’s fine, heck it wasn’t a problem to begin with. Do you want to come in?”

Suddenly becoming very interested in the patterns in the packed dirt leading to the shrine, Alice replies, “Yeah, I have… I want to talk with you.”

Looking back, Anon says, “Right, come on. Make yourself at home in the living room, I’ll go whip something up.”

Alice fidgets with the hem of her, rather short, miko costume as Anon brings in tea and cookies. Despite the number of times she’s had this conversation in her head, everything she wants to say has merged into one big shapeless ball—always so close yet so far away.

Anon however does not seem interested in giving her time to place her thoughts in order as he asks, “So to what do I owe the pleasure?”

How to respond? ‘Because I want to give to you for-’ no, that’s too forward it has to be something a bit more meandering. ‘I owe you-’ no, no that’s also weird. Anon probably doesn’t consider it a debt so throwing that in would only make things more awkward. Maybe something like ‘I appreciate what you did for Shanghai-

Tired of this, a doll crawls out of Alice’s pocket and flies onto the table. Upon landing, she curtises to Anon. Seeing this Alice panics and words begin to tumble out unbidden, “I uhh owe you for Shanghai so I wanted to give you something. I-I made a doll. I-If you don’t like it or can’t accept it t-that’s okay.”

Bringing his hand out to the doll, Anon chuckles as she hugs it, “I wouldn’t say you owed me anything for Shanghai, but I definitely appreciate it. Does she have a name?”

Alice’s panic subsides somewhat as she replies, “Y-You’re right, I didn’t owe you. Still, you left a very good impression on Shanghai so I uhh wanted to do something in return. I didn’t give her a name yet, so you can. Just uhh please ask for her approval. Not that I think you wouldn’t, it’s just that people think less of them because they are dolls even though they have feelings just like us.”

Anon’s attention is split between Alice and the doll currently climbing his arm like it’s Everest as he replies, “I understand. No offense taken, you just want to look out for ‘em. Trust me, I get that. Speaking of, is she going to be fine staying away from her creator and other dolls? I wouldn’t want to pull away from her friends and family.”

Alice seems to puff up a little as she replies, “Of course! Ever since I met Medicine I always ask dolls if they want to do things before giving them orders. I can ask again if you like.”

Leaning over to get close to the doll on Anon’s shoulder (and Anon by extension) Alice asks, “Hey, are you fine with living here with Anon?”

The doll in turn nods before nuzzling Anon’s neck, prompting him to smile, “Well that solves that I suppose. Still, if she ever gets homesick and wants to go back I’d be more than happy to oblige.”

Alice shrugs, “If it ever comes to that. Truth be told I can’t remember the last time a doll didn’t want to do something when asked. When I’m making them, I create them with a specific purpose in mind and they almost always take to their purpose like fish to water.”

>>45246764 (29/?)

Anon nods sagely as the doll begins to explore his chin and facial hair, “And the dolls that don’t take to their purpose?”

Alice smiles wistfully, “Then there’s always something that they’re even more interested in. Accommodating them is easy enough, just let them do the thing they want and make another doll to fill the job they were supposed to do.”

Anon sighs, “Well that certainly seems like an easier form of parenthood, though I’d not give up my own for anything in the world.”

Alice shakes her head, “It might be easier per creation, but you forget how many dolls I need to watch over. B-But, in response to what you said before, I don’t think she’d need to come home. We could just come over and visit.”

Anon looks down at the doll trying to pull back one of his fingers, “If you have as many dolls as I’ve been led to believe, I’m not sure I’d survive that.”

Alice blushes, “They’re not all clingy… No, that’s a lie. They aren’t all as clingy as her. Given that she wasn’t created with an occupational duty she’s a bit more… affectionate than say a gardener doll.”

For some reason that analogy seems to click for Anon given how his eyes light up, “Oh, like a working dog and a lap dog. A working doll and a lap doll.”

That… foolish comment prompts the doll to stomp on his hand. Alice can’t imagine that hurts, but from experience, she can say that the look said doll is giving him definitely does. Turning to the doll Alice says, “Don’t say that. Every doll is a working doll. It doesn’t matter if they are a doll that helps sew, oversees other dolls, or cuddles, they each fill an important and unique role.”

The doll beams at that prompting Anon to scratch his neck (with the hand a doll isn’t currently standing on), “Ah, my mistake. I’m sorry Miss Doll, can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

The doll huffs for a moment before immediately caving and nodding enthusiastically. For some reason, she then begins rubbing her eyes and wanders over to a napkin. Before slipping under her makeshift blanket, she shoots Alice a wink of all things.

It’s quiet for a while after that. Anon is staring at the doll with a genuine look of happiness and even Alice knows that such a thing shouldn’t be interrupted. Finally, he sighs before looking back up at Alice, “Thank you. I… appreciate it. You didn’t have to.”

That… there’s a good response to that! Think Alice, think! Hit by a sudden divine (presumably from Shinki) wave of inspiration Alice replies, “No, but I wanted to.”

As the inspiration fades away she continues, “Anyways. I suppose that’s everything. I’ll come back to check on you soon.”

With what could perhaps be called a forward look Anon replies, “Ah wait, you still have time in the session. If you wanted to we could…”

Whatever Anon was going to say was cut off by the sound of Alice’s chair falling over and her subsequent scrambling away towards the door on all fours. Somewhere along the way, she realized she can fly as she’s flying when she replies, “I’mSorryButINeedToGoTalkToShanghai.I’llBeBackSoon.ILoveYou.IMeanUhIUhhIUhhhSeeYouLater!”

The doll who got up during all this places her hands on her hips and shakes her head towards her creator.

It was right around this time Anon realized that he’s gonna need to send said doll somewhere else when most clients were in to avoid it seeing things it never should be exposed to.

******

Has Hana's date of birth ever been established? I want the jobbers to through her a birthday party

As for the thing about what pushed us to write what we did, I have nothing. I barely knew Mima existed before deciding I wanted to write her.

Holy shit Alice finally got inside… and still left early. But hey, she got to talk to him! Also looking forward to Chen/Yams chapters

>>45246738
>>45246764
>>45246782
holy fuck boys she actually did: Alice jobbed ONLY a little. It's a miracle!
But man, Anon now has a doll? This is so fucking cute, the goddanm interactions... The sheer need to write fluff is almost distracting me from continuing the Keine chapter, ah
Though, you didn't told us her name. I guess you're holding it for a cute, touching moment, which means Ms. Dolly shall do until then
Hana's date of birth? Probably pick the start of the Hana fic, but would be complicated to have it since it'd be on summer, so probably a day of December -- and man, a birthday party seems like a great time! Hyped!
same, didn't know much of Toutetsu before writing her; had a blast since then
thanks for the chapters!

>>45246910
though, about Hana's birth, considering the six months of stasis inside Yukari's gap, you can still say her birthday is the date of the start of the Hanafic, but Hana missed it, so now her 3 moms plus Suzu will throw a late birthday party for her
or maybe not. Up to you!

>>45246943
We'll since it's a gap in time she didn't age over that period, so her birthday should've shifted forwards by three months in order to account for it.

>>45246953
That's not the point of a birthday, anon.

>>45246782
>Has Hana's date of birth ever been established?
Neither i nor oghanafag ever did i believe, though she would've missed her bday if it was during summer that doesn't mean one can't be thrown anyways

>>45246738
>the fucking Shanghai forbidden one-shot became a doujinshi
who's going to kill the tengu mangaka? She's too powerful!
this and Yuuka's are my favorites; never would've guessed I'd enjoy editing mock doujinshi covers in my spare time, damn

>>45245746
I'm not big into photography and I hate the media. I guess I'm just a fan of rape?

(1/2)
“Well, that felt like a total waste of time, I thought you told me there’d be some fun along the way.” I remarked as the bridge to Old Hell was finally in sight.
“Not my fault all those cowards ran at the sight of us. I remember underworld Youkai having more of a spine. Makes me wonder why we had to go the long way instead of just being gapped here.” Seija complained.
“Because It’s about the journey you know!” a sing-song voice said from behind.
There floated the torso of Yukari, chin resting on her hands, happy as a clam. She kind of looked like one of those pictures of a mermaid I saw once upon a time.
“Everyone’s working hard on our side see, so I can’t just play favorites. It’ll breed contempt in the ranks. You should see how hard I’m working Ran, Kasen, even that Yamawaro is doing her part!” Yukari proudly explained.
We were far from a unified front, that much was certain. I knew Takane from prior engagements and Flan we could mostly deal with, but Kasen, Ran, Seiga, the Great Tengu, and whoever else Yukari had under her thumb I either hadn’t properly met, didn’t get along with, or were a mystery to me. At least when we visited New Hell, I’d get a chance to talk with the Otter Spirit gang. Whatever round table we had coming up couldn’t come soon enough.
“Yet you came all this way just to explain that? What, are you lonely or something?” Seija asked.
“Oh no, my dear Amanojaku, on the contrary, I wanted to check up on your two! This is a very important assignment after all.”
“We just show up at the Satori’s house, have tea, and leave right? Nothing else?” I clarified.
“My what an excellent memory you have Goro!” Yukari said. If she was patronizing me, I couldn’t tell, it could just as well be genuine.
“Be on guard though. Those on the surface may misunderstand my intentions at the best of times, but the denizens of Old Hell especially so! So, I took the liberty to seed rumors that I was sending agents from the surface world to spy on them. Have fun you two!” She said, before giving Seija and I a peck on the cheek each and receding into her gap.
“Okay, you’re the businessman, what’s her angle?” Seija asked while wiping her cheek aggressively.
“If I had to hazard a guess, she wants us to stir up trouble, so our opponents expose themselves.” I answer.
“So, we’re bait yeah?” She remarked, now aggressively rubbing my cheek to remove the lipstick stain.
“Could very well be. Not every powerful Youkai is coming to the HSE after all. But this is Yukari, I doubt it’s as simple as us just stirring the pot. If that were the case, Seiga or even Flan would be a better pick, although the latter may have made things too much of a blood bath.”
“She could also just be taking us lightly.” Seija said, fists on her hips.
“Well then let’s at least hit up a bar while we’re in town then. Treat it like a vacation, I’ve always wanted to try Oni drinks after all.”
Seija smiled as we crossed the bridge. “You’re gonna be puking your guts out before we get to that shut-in’s mansion.”

>>45247896
(2/2)
“Hey, you two, are you sure you want to be crossing this bridge? Old Hell is dangerous for surface dwellers after all.” a voice spoke up.
Before us stood a young-looking short woman with blonde hair and green eyes, who seemed oddly normal for being this far underground. I always assumed subterranean Youkai were a bit more fearsome, but I guess that’s just prejudice.
“Eh, I’m not impressed so far.” Seija said with her hand behind her head. “We can handle ourselves, so piss off.”
“Very well, I wish you a pleasant stay.” The lady told us, letting us pass.
“…you damn ugly, mis-matched couple…” I heard whispered.
“Now just-“Seija began.
“Miss.” I interjected. “Are you the type of girl we’re allowed to punch?” I ask cheerfully.
“W-what?” She stammered. “What kind of question is that?! How’re you so brazen and calm at the same time? Is that why you’re with this delinquent. Break up immediately you two pees in a pod!” She yelled.
The polite, cheerful girl that once stood before us was now spiteful, bitter, and the very image of what I expected from the Underground. When in Rome or so I’ve heard.
“Damnit, I’m jealous of two confident looking people being a couple. Where’s the balance? How did you two meet even? And a Youkai on Human relationship? There’s no human prince who would make his way down here to sweep me off my feet! Bring some of your men down here already! Or better yet just have everyone break up already! It’s all unsightly after all!” She said, biting her sleeve in frustration.
“Oh gladly.” I said, grabbing her hands. “If you take her place, I’ll have a jade eye beauty like you as my bridge bride in a heartbeat.”
“y-y-you…” She started.
“You know Goro, I will kill you if you cheat, but if it’s with such a good girl like this I might make it quick and painless.” Seija smiled.
“Stop it! Taking pity on someone like me who can’t be so nice, I really hate it!”
“Well, if you’re not satisfied with me, I could bring a few bachelor candidates. There’s a surprising number of men available in the village you know. I bet it’s because they prefer sharp-tongue women like yourself.” I commented.
She finally pulled her hands away from me and clasped them over my face. “Just go, I can’t stand being around such a sick couple for any longer. It’s not even worth attacking you two.”
“I think I like here.” Seija laughed as we finished cross the bridge into Old Hell.

>>45246764
I love Ran trolling Alice, she knows she of no threat, and goddamn 12 sessions are the charm I guess.
>>45246782
So does this count as a confession? I mean she did say it... technically

>>45247708
>I hate the media.
Based

>>45247915
Parsee bullying is so good

>>45246782
I wonder if anyone else has given Anon gifts? Yuuka gave him a flower field as well.

>>45248522
Yukari gave him headaches by the number and trounles by the score, though

>>45248522
Biten gave him AIDS, Kasen gave him hermit training, Tewi gave him luck, Hana gave him even more despair than what he knew to do with, Marisa gave his future children the curse of being short, Aya gave him a terrible reputation, Ran gave him stockholmes syndrome, Yuugi gave him her innocence, and Suika gave him a hangover

At the HSE everyone comes together to help each other out!

>>45241119

It seemed to be a reoccurring theme as of late, Hana wakes up, eats breakfast, Aunn and her give each other a peak on the cheek before running off to their chores, and one of Gensokyo’s many hags bamboozles Hana. Today’s hag was Eirin it seemed, the silver haired doctor who always maintained a stoic air around her patients. Her patient? Today that was none other than the miko-in-training Hana Hakurei.

Hana laid down in a well-appointed office, a light yet aromatic incense burned in a nearby holder making Hana subconsciously say a prayer to a god of health. Old habits died hard she supposed, then again it was her job… well whatever. The sofa she lay on was a curious thing, it was soft and nicely padded as befitting ownership by a woman like Eirin. However, one end of the sofa was raised in a way that allowed one to both sit and recline comfortably.

Its design was nothing like she’d see in the village nor even out of it, that wasn’t to mention the appointments of the rest of the office. Unlike most of the other rooms she’d been in here this one was especially decorated nicely, it seemed designed to bring someone to a state of tranquility. From the pastel walls, to the landscape paintings, and painted sculptures of abstract design that decorated the shelving and tables of the room.

Eirin herself sat in a well made padded chair, like one she would often see Marisa study tomes in, or even Yuuka sip tea in and make conversation that one time she visited. It’s upholstery matched the sofa she sat on, and its occupant sat with one leg draped over the other while holding a pad and pen. Eirin’s very body language seemed to disarm, Hana thought idly that she was truly good at her job.

Finally, after letting Hana settle in after offering her a snack and beverage, which Hana declined, Eirin dismissed Undonge leaving the two of them alone. The pad flipped open, but Eirin didn’t put pen to paper just yet and instead gave a small smile. It was a bit awkward to Hana since she’d rarely seen her smile and had a feeling nothing good would happen, still she persisted.

Eirin broke the silence after Hana seemed to settle in, “Now Hana, I trust you find the accommodations adequate? This is may merely be a preliminary session, but it is important you remain comfortable and honest.”

Hana nodded unable to keep the confusion out of her voice, “Yeah I’m fine, thank you doctor… But, I don’t exactly know why I’m here, you said it was therapy right? Err… what exactly for?”

Hana couldn’t help but notice the soft edge to her voice, almost motherly perhaps in her approach, “It is for your Electra Complex that became apparent to me during our last little visit, do you know what that is?”

Hana did remember that term being used, but everything happening as they did she never had the time to follow through in finding out what exactly it was, “No, is that an outsider word? It sounds like it.”

Eirin nodded, “that’s right, it is a term coined by the outside world psychologists in their attempts to master the human mind.”

Hana nodded along at the big words and thought the whole thing sounded a bit dangerous which Eirin took as a go-ahead, “Of course, your life is yours to live and while such relationships are common enough among humans and even lunarians, repressing or having such relationships denied can lead to neuroticism. Such negative stressors building up will lead to erratic behavior over time and its all too common for humans to simply let them overtake the mind causing any number of mental illness to develop. I aim to treat the underlying stressors so you may retain a healthy mind no matter the outcome of the emotions spawned of your Electra Complex.”

Furrowing her brow Hana tried processing the information, “So err… If I keep accumulating bad thoughts it’ll form an uh… youkai in my head or something…?”

Eirin stared at her for a moment and Hana could swear she was stifling a laugh, this bitch… However, Eirin merely nodded and with the same gentle tone she continued, “Quite an apt comparison, you are very sharp Hakurei-san!”

Much like usual when dealing with non-human hags Hana was already regretting coming, but if it showed on her face Eirin didn’t care, “Of course, if you feel uncomfortable we can stop at any time, but I will warn you that leaving the problem unresolved will only affect you and the target of this complex negatively”

Hana nodded warily and wanting to get this over with she exclaimed, “I get it, I get it! Just what is an Electra Complex anyways?!”

With placating words Eirin spoke as if she was talking about nothing more than the weather, “Last you were here, your ramblings as I tracked you down made it apparent that you are deeply in love with your father and harbor a deep seated regret over it.”

Hana wanted to bury herself in a hole, where was one of Tewi’s pitfalls when you need it?

Just a short one for now, spent too long doing shit and now I rest

>>45248584
>Ran gave him stockholmes syndrome
Wrong, that would be the Foxoplasmosis. She just gave him her unwavering love and affection and things happened.

>>45248680
thanks for your work, fox

>>45248680
The fox has been bad, seducing rape victims like that. Needs fried tofu correction!

>>45248677
>“So err… If I keep accumulating bad thoughts it’ll form an uh… youkai in my head or something…?”
I love this retard like you wouldn't believe, holy fuck
and it's nice to see Hana is finally getting some help, these sessions plus the infinite love of her many mothers and Marisa might once and for all heal this poor girl
>spoiler
rest well, sweet prince

>>45249096
don't blame her, the rape victim seduced her and proposed seggs
Anon should receive spoon correction