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[All entries of the HSE here in chronological posting order!]
>>45324110 | part 1
>>45324120 | part 2
>>45324127 | part 3
>>45324134 | part 4
>>45324150 | part 5
>>45324163 | part 6
>>45407358 | part 7
>>45442424 | part 8
>>45515189 | part 9
>>45587647 | part 10
>>45774613 | part 11
>>45888588 | part 12

[last thread chapters]
>>45889942 | 12-13-Yuuka
>>45889964 |
>>45898136 | 2-Reimu/Hana alternative incest timeline mistake
>>45906904 | 14-15-Mokou
>>45906913 |
>>45915457 | 27-28-Yukari
>>45927850 |
>>45933621 | 56-57-Ran/Chen
>>45933636 |
>>45936797 | 147-148-Hana
>>45936805 |
>>45944626 | 29-Yukari
>>45947687 | 9-12-Marisa
>>45947701 |
>>45947722 |
>>45947738 |
>>45955259 | 30-33-Yukari
>>45968303 |
>>45968318 |
>>45968337 |
>>45982865 | 58-60-Ran/Chen
>>45982870 |
>>45982880 |
>>45988983 | 149-150-Hana
>>45988992 |
>>45989060 | 34-37-Yukari
>>45999985 |
>>46000000 |
>>46000015 |
>>46014878 | 1-Random pregnant Npc-chan
>>46016576 | 162-163-Yamashiro/Seija
>>46016584 |
>>46019552 | 16-Mokou
>>46025736 | 81-Aya
>>46026610 | 151-152-Hana
>>46026619 |
>>46030105 | 82-84-Aya
>>46030127 |
>>46038677 |
>>46046547 | 17-18-Mokou
>>46046551 |
>>46059468 | 13-14-Marisa
>>46063223 |
>>46071024 | 164-165-Yamashiro/Seija
>>46071028 |
>>46078427 | 153-Hana
>>46078996 | 61-Ran/Chen
>>46082284 | 85-86-Aya
>>46082296 |
>>46084609 | 25-26-Kosuzu
>>46084627 |
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[for phoneanons that can't access the dead threads, here's the last thread. Link to all others in the 'all entries']:
>>/jp/thread/45888560 | 21st thread

>>46078996 (2/2)
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“—And it was SO fun! WE hopped around, clashed swords, fought on top of the chandeliers when Ranryu opened a portal to the sea of something~we oughtta do that again! Can we now? Please?” Flan begs, hands together and eyes glimmering. Chen nods by her side, parroting every word as her tails wiggle. Keeping my attention on them is much better than the cackling Amanojaku or the amused man, my cheeks red while I struggle to remain neutral—not that I wouldn't like to repeat the pretending play, but I've got a reputation to mainta—

“Even a 'vixen' like you needs your fun, huh? Ha! Not so stiff after all!” The horned one snickers, and I let out something between a sigh and a huff as I open the door. Yukari's decor and thoughts are present everywhere from the very first moment, though I pay little attention to mine and Yukari's combined genius, my focus on keeping myself together. “Wait… This is boring!” With an infuriated gesture, she points to what can only be described as an arbitrarily infinite library. Flan reacted similarly, floating around with Chen and searching for anything vaguely amusing to do—was she… booing the bookshelves?

I raise an eyebrow, sleeves joined. “Not fancy with unlimited knowledge?” She looks all the more pissed, though the man by her side looks stunned.

“Nue-san could only dream with this… Stairs leading towards more stepping stairs,” his head bends back as he follows the winding paths leading up; his neck goes all the way back. “You could build a country on this foundation.”

“Blah blah blah—at least the bed is kind of nice!” One would expect a rugged fellow such as an Amanojaku to prefer the ruthlessness of a tough mattress, yet here she is, drowning in the fluff. “But a bed in the middle of the damn room? What if a book falls on my head?!” She faces up, looking at the hypnotizing climb towards oblivion, or maybe at Chen and Flandre trying to tumble one of the bookshelves—

“Yukari-sama thought about that; it won't.” To Chen's dismay and Flan's annoyance, we'd also made the bookshelves collapse-proof. I let out a small smile, enjoying the space I was given to calm down my nerves. “It was an enjoyable thought exercise, creating infinite bookshelves and filling them with infinite books~”

“How does that work, if you don't mind me asking?” The man comes forth, curiosity swimming behind those eyes.

“Ah, of course. It's a rather simple yet ingenious 'while True' loop using the Gap~let me explai—” Cleaning my throat for a short explanation, I'm cut off by a bored vampire coming from above and sitting on my head, striking a pose similar to one pictured in the book she was holding—The Thinker, if I am not mistaken.

“To bee or, ugh—ah: to not bumblebee…” She parroted, forgetting the line in the middle of the sentence and having to re-read it. Chen sat on the man's head and held one book too, though she struck a much more relaxed pose of a cross-legged Buddha performing vitarka.

“I'm frens with everyone.” She repeats the classic Buddhist quote.

With his hands joined, the grinning man mumbles “Namu Amida Butsu,” in response to Chen's pitiful religious take. I hum, gently taking Flan off my hatted pointy ears. Her words are immediate: “I'm bored, Ranryu…”

“And I'm, sadly, busy. I won't be able to entertain you, Flan-chan.” I put her on the floor, crystal wings flapping up and down cutely—reads ‘perilously'.

“But, Ran!” Chen asks, frowning with closed fists.

“That's all the time I can spare; this room doesn't have a mechanism to slow down time yet.”

—Flan kicks the floor, ripping an entire chunk from it that flew across the room and pierced one wall, awakening a drowsy Seija. Her pout seemed irritated. “Fine. You won't play with me, then. I'm not mad, just disappointed.” Her judgment laid, she turned her back on me to look at the others. Goro struggled to contain his laughter while holding a befuddled Chen. Seija stared with explicit amusement… Both died upon seeing the excited grin of the vampire, gleaming red eyes like a blood moon and fists closed, as if thirsting for a good brawl; it brings memories of her strikes with her sword in the pretending play... Ugh. “Okay! That leaves just us~let's play and have tons of fun, everyone!”

Chen cheers, though hides well her sadness and discontent; I've had no time for her recently, and with our family already shattered…

… Poor Chen.

Exchanging a quiet nod with the broker and the Amanojaku—Flan ignores me…—I walk up to Chen and give her a tight hug. It takes a moment, but she reciprocates: “We'll have fun later, okay? Anon and I will cook you something very nice, I promise~” I whisper, and she feels incredibly tense while nodding. “Che—”

“I wanna talk later… with everyone, 'kay?” She mutters, my tails bushing for a moment and whole body tensing. Softly, however, I just nod and release her…

She looks harrowed—tired.

I calmly leave then, mind on fire and estrus entirely forgotten…

I need to prepare for tonight’s meeting.

tripped my filter again...

>>46097926
lemme guess, 'gap age-play'? Regretted immediately putting that there when, after two minutes of posting the chapter, the thread was on page two. Thought I had got the thread autosaged…

Relationship chart, BOXES edition.
Get it while it's hot folks.

>>46098287
>Yukari/Yukari's Delusions
now that's a ship I can get behind!

hello everyone, here's the first part of something I'm working on — it will be quite a while before it comes out as it is a commemoration of the 5th month of HSE, but hope you enjoy the small sample!
https://files.catbox.moe/gqv4px.webm
have a good night, because I need some sleep right now…

>>46098608
>5th month of HSE
fucking WHAT

>>46098676
damn

cool MS paint slideshow, thank you for confirming all of my prejudices

>>46098287
>you and stickmen
Based

>>46098287
…When was there a post of Anon having sex with Eirin? And in 1000 years? Did I miss something

>>46099232
do
not
research

>>46099232
Eirin said in one of her chapters she'd impregnate herself with one of Yukari's eggs, and in theory Anon's sperm is in easy access and she can strip it of everything she doesn't want like she did for Yukari. And it's also a shit/warhammer40k/Dune(?)-posting

>>46099313
God what is with Anon and the ladies of Touhou? Is his power the ability to make women in love with him in the worst possible way?

>>46097660
>didn't sneak a 1 frame no pantsu version on the webm
you disappoint me

>>46099334
Yeah, it's like that one doujin series where that outsider seduces Chen, Ran, and Yukari in that order.
It even ends in a grimsokyo doujin where gappy murders his familiy that abused him and they all end up mentally broken, with Aya just sort of going "Wow, that's neat"

>>46099455
Wait, the family abused him? I always got the impression that the family treated him right; which makes the fact the Yakumo killing them worse

>>46099476
It's pointed out normal, sane, and healthy people don't get ported to Gensokyo, so I just kinda assumed the family also abused him

>>46099313
I Would've added the primarchs, but I didn't want Tewi to be their mother since that be disrespectful to Tewi by comparing her to Erda.

>>46099334
>"They seem to know where they are going, the ones who walk away from Omelas."
Anon is a drive for the fantasies and desires of many of those women who did sympathized with his circumstances and tried to help, be it: finding true, undying love in exchange of fixing all of his problems; running away from loneliness in the shape of a family; simply satiating a morbid curiosity or fetish, etc. Some do seem to love him truly, but no amount of love can change how it looks, despite Anon himself saying he finds comfort on the women he cares for. It's a terrible situation, and the only ones that come across as completely genuine in their intentions are those helping without expecting anything in return from him, like Toutetsu, and I'm not fucking joking, Reimu. I'd never believe such outcome when I first read the OGabusedstory and then the Hanafic
I just hope that, at the end of the line, there'll be people there for him supporting him without expecting anything in return. The man gave so much already...

(Part 1)
Anon woke up in a bed that was not his own. Opening his eyes, he was boxed into a small room. Painted drywall surrounded him while a ceiling fan spun above his single-sized bed, just a few feet away from a cluttered desk and chair tucked in the corner. Just one window let in natural sunlight, illuminating posters of rock bands, mecha movies, and an a young idol band. Sliding out from his sheets, something was felt wrong.

His entire body felt full of energy, like he didn’t have to sleep at all! Stretching his arms and legs, none of the usual aches and pains accompanied it. Hell, he couldn’t even see any wrinkles, stretch marks or scars! Sure, the libido was a bit annoying, but Anon hadn’t felt this good in years! Whatever was going on today, it was starting off great!

Investigating the desk, Anon noticed how… juvenile it was. The drawer was a mess, and the surface littered with notebooks and textbooks. Pens and pencils rolled freely, not a single element of organization present to prevent their escape. Worst of all, a messenger bag was hastily dumped on top of everything, as if to drive the point home that this student couldn’t care less. Looking for clues to his environment, Anon opened up the bag. It was completely empty, save for an ID card. It read:

~~~
HAKUREI GAKKOU EXPERIENCE

STUDENT: ANON HAKUREI

CLASS B
~~~

Next to the information was a picture of a young, hopeful-looking fellow. Figuring it was just a placeholder image, Anon pondered how the yamawaro put everything here to together while he was asleep and what kind of scenario he was going through today. Opening up his closet, it was completely bare save for a gakuran set and dress shirt. With no other clothes to wear, he put on the attire and went to the bathroom to freshen up. In that room, he saw the same image on the ID card staring back at him from the mirror. At one point, Anon may have been shocked. Really, he was just surprised Yukari went through the extra effort for this scenario. All cleaned up, Anon gathered his school supplies and neatly packed them into his bag.

Entering his living room, Anon was surprised to hear something sizzling. When he got into the kitchen, he found a familiar face dressed in an apron and gingham.

“Takane? What’s going on?” The yamawaro turned to give him a rather forced smile.

“Oh, you’re finally awake! Are you ready for school? Breakfast is nearly ready, so don’t leave yet!” Takane lifted two omelettes out of the skillet and wrapped them for portability. “One’s for you and one’s for Goro. Don’t eat too much chocolate before you get home, my little ‘heartbreaker’!” Anon could hear the strain in her voice.

“Don’t worry, I guess? What, are Goro and I heading to a candy store after school?”

With artificial surprise, Takane gasped. “Oh my, did you forget? Today’s Valentine’s Day, Anon! I bet every girl in the whole school will be lining up at your desk to hand you a homemade sweet.”

The theme made too much sense and not enough. Still, it wasn’t like Anon could refuse to play along. “I see… Well, thanks for the food. I’ll see you after school.” Hoping this wouldn’t end poorly, Anon left through the front door into a peaceful little alley straight across from what he presumed to be his school.

___
Takane sat down at the table, munching away at her omelette. For the fifth time this morning, she read over the flyer in her hand.

~~~
SPECIAL VALENTINE’S DAY COURSE – HAKUREI GAKKOU EXPERIENCE

Do you wish to experience the pure, naive love only two young souls can have together? Do you wish to give a heart-throbbing confession to your one-and-only?

Today only, give your chocolate and your love to your special classmate, Anon-kun! Our star performer has been “adjusted” to today’s theme: He’s young, energetic, and if you care about that kind of thing, he’s even pure! Feel the love from Anon in his rawest form!

Special offer: Today only, if you can confess your love to Anon, he’s yours—to keep! Simply follow these two simple steps to take Anon home with you today:

1. Confess your love and chocolate
2. Anon eats your chocolate

In just two steps, you can take home Gensokyo’s most eligible bachelor!*

We only have two minor rules to keep the game fair: No telling Anon, and no using unique powers. The only thing you can seduce him with is your feminine wiles!

*rules subject to change
~~~

It was just as hard to read now as it was the first five times. The yamawaro sighed and thought to herself: “Goro, just stick to the plan and keep him busy. You can’t screw this up.”
___

Footsteps echoed behind Anon. A young man with bright, blonde hair was running towards him. “Yo, Anon, wait up for me!” Ah, that was probably Goro! Waving with the omelette in his hand, Anon held it out and waited for his friend. Just as quickly as he appeared, a streak with a red highlight sped by, taking Goro and the omelette.

>>46099735
And that's the setup. The rest will be written/posted tomorrow. I've got a general idea of what'll happen, just deciding on the ending: The hole in my heart wants a sweet and sappy (totally unbiased) ending, but this is a non-canon holiday gag and I'm spending Valentine's on this godforsaken website and board and a joke ending suits that well. Other than that, it should all be out tomorrow for your viewing pleasures.

>>46099449

>>46099852
>>46099735
ah, look at that, man made horrors beyond my wild imagination! Just what I wanted for valentine's, you're so kind, Anon!
heh, this gonna be fun!
>spoiler
acceptance is the final step, after all. Glad you've achieved it too, Anon~

>>46097734
I love how Flan seems like a bored and needy dog who just wants to play all the time.
>“I'm frens with everyone.” She repeats the classic Buddhist quote.
>With his hands joined, the grinning man mumbles “Namu Amida Butsu"
No religion is safe from Chen's friendship.

>>46099735
We've gone on so long, we have a highschool spin-off.
>Ah, that was probably Goro! Waving with the omelette in his hand, Anon held it out and waited for his friend. Just as quickly as he appeared, a streak with a red highlight sped by, taking Goro and the omelette.
He does fit the 'secondary male character in a romcom who dates the disaster woman' role quite well.

>>46099735
Heh, best girl goro wins anon's heart?
The real brohu doujin story?
Patchy's new favorite BL novel?

Do you think before Reimu was abusive to Anon, he was the one who did most of the work in the shrine like organizing events to raise money, cleaning and maintaining the shrine, and preparing food and drinks for Reimu’s parties?

>>46102943
likely, though they were poor as fuck and as seen in the Moriyan chapter in the Hanafic, they never threw a massive festival-like party

>>46102943
Pretty much

>>46101135
The true purpose of the hse was just an elaborate BL fic this entire time... who could've been the mastermind behind this???

>>46103646
Most like, barely anyone came outside of holidays and festivals normally and it was mentioned before that Anon would often find work in the village to sustain them.
He is literally the reason Reimu had her growth spurt and didn't end up a permamidget like Marisa

ending never
filler until the end of time

>>46099735
(Part 2)
“What the hell was that for? We made a plan!” Goro’s heels skid to a halt against the asphalt. He was all the way at the edge of the boundary, brought there by a girl who refused to be straightforward.

Seija stood tall, her navy blue serafuku making her highlights stand out. “Yeah, and that plan stinks! You and Takane were soooo convinced that all you have to do is talk to Anon all day, you never considered what might happen if one of these hags start a fight!”

Goro’s checked his loafers for scuffs. “We went over this already: No unique abilities means these ladies won’t risk fighting. Especially with Anon’s approval at stake. He’d never accept someone that beats up his friends right in front of him.”

“Dumbass, Yukari joined the competition too! Do you really think she, Yuuka or his pervert daughter would hesitate to pound your stupid face in?” Seija took a bite of Goro’s omelette before spitting it out onto the road. “Bleh, too dry.”

Yukari was supposed to take on a role as headmistress, but she apparently wasn’t interested in sitting still. Worse, as the sole organizer of the event, she alone had the power to modify the rules at her whim, save for the ban against unique powers. There was no way in hell she was going to play fair. “So, I’m guessing we sabotage their confessions before they have a chance to try? We could steal their chocolates too; They can’t have Anon if he never eats their sweets.”

“That’s all? I can do better than that: If all these bitches want a piece of Anon, they’ll have to get past each other! We’ll turn them against each other until nobody’s left to confess to him! Gahahahahaha! I won’t even have to lift a finger!” Against the likes of Yuuka, Yuugi, the tengu, and any youkai with more than one trick up their sleeve, this was the perfect way to indirectly get rid of them. Especially without Seija’s ability to flip their own power against them. As Goro pondered her plan, Seija pulled out a plain carton from her skirt and popped something into her mouth.

“Y’know, smoking is against the rules.” Without a word Seija walked closer to Goro and brought her face up to his. Something pulled at his ankle from behind, sending him into Seija’s arms. Her cheeks were rosy.

“I l-love you.” Quickly, the amanojaku locked lips with Goro. Something was being pushed into his mouth and forced down his throat. Just as fast, Seija ended contact. “T-There! Those Myouren skanks can’t say shit anymore, because I own you now! You’re my prize, fair and square!”

Goro reached into the amanojaku’s pocket and snagged a little malted ball himself. With a cat-like grin, he went on his offensive. “I love you too.” Popping the store-bought candy into his mouth, Goro returned the favor to his aggressive girlfriend. “You’re my prize too.”

“You… Dumbass! Asshole! Pervert! Freak! We don’t have time for this shit! Let’s go ruin Valentine’s already!” Turning away from Goro to hide her blush, Seija pulled the human down the road leading to school.
___

Anon was fascinated with the school. Having arrived half an hour before classes began, he explored the building. Near the entrance a “You must be this tall to enter” sign was posted. A room with clear windows revealed a Chen wearing a hard hat and overalls, a Flandre that looked quite dour, and a few fairies that didn’t seem to mind. It seemed Sakuya was assigned to watch over them.

Between three floors of classrooms, the only other students he saw were all youkai women. Some threw him flirty glances, while others were just having fun dressed as students. Up on the rooftop, some of the flowers he grew with Yuuka were set up in planters. With his classroom being on the second floor, Anon took some time to water them before class began. At the five-minute bell, he found his class and sat down at a desk close to the window for a chance to see the scenery.

At the one minute bell, students began filing in. At the forefront was a green-haired woman wearing a point hat with her sailor uniform that clung to her curves. Her curves ended at the waist, leaving only a ghostly-tail under her skirt. Anon expected her to stand at the lectern. Instead, she floated right in front of Anon and slammed a box of chocolates down on his desk.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we Anon?” Mima took a deep breath. “I love you. Now, eat the chocolate.”

Anon was all kinds of confused. His face turned red as he stammered out a dozen questions at once. In reply, Mima picked up a chocolate and fed it to Anon by hand. Forcefully. “There. Now, let’s get you to Marisa…”

A ping came from Mima’s skirt. A text message popped up on an ancient flip-phone:

~~~
2(a). Anon must eat your chocolate himself.
~~~

“Damn it, so that’s how you’re going to play this, gap hag?!”

At this point, Anon became a bit scared.

>>46106800
I forgot candy Cigs existed for a hot second there. Nice job.

>>46063223 (3/3)
—
She's not lying.

She's okay with the baby growing inside of me.

Reimu's changed…

… And she could've been helped earlier.

'Of course I'm crying, idiot!' I wanted to yell but couldn't muster the strength to do it, brows furrowing, supporting myself on the broom. Reimu remained serene, watching with that fucking smile on her face. The words elicited a range of emotions, from unrelenting rage towards the suffering Hana and Anon went through to a despairing fear of confronting the reality that the past two decades of suffering in the lives of two—three, once upon a time—people I care deeply about could have been avoided…

I could've prevented it if I had seen whatever Ran saw in Reimu. But I didn't. I wasted my spring of life robbing, coveting a married man, wallowing in misery and loneliness… Everything while the friend that turned into a monster could've been helped with what: A few words? Some questions? Someone to give a damn?!

What a sick joke—

—I jump slightly when a hand lands on my shoulder. Though now confused, Reimu's smile endures. “What's wrong, Marisa?” She asks, applying pressure to her hand and pulling me down to a sitting position, and I sigh of relief as the pain—stood up for too long—subsides. The one inside my heart does not.

“Why did you never tell me?” I blurted out, looking straight into her eyes. She winces but doesn't move her eyes away. “I could've done something; helped you… We were friends da-ze!” Rage seeps into my tongue. “Nothing of this fucking mess would've happened if you j-just had…” Although my heart thumps and my muscles scream, I don't have the heart to finish the words, aching mind spinning.

Reimu, however: “… Sought help?” I slowly nod, expecting fury or any kind of defense— “You're right.” She follows the statement with a nod of her own, staring at our reflection on the pond, those crimson flames gone. “I wish I could go back in time and spew everything I told Ran to you, to Anon; beg for your forgiveness. I could have given Hana the life she deserved, made amends, and lived a meaningful life rather than just existing… I dream of exactly that sometimes,” she scoffs, closing her eyes for a brief meditation that yields eyes I hope to emulate someday. “But I can’t go back in time; this is the life I have created for myself, and I intend to make the most of it… I am the choices I made—back then and now—and no one other than myself should feel responsible for those choices; not even you, my closest friend.” She stares at my belly and a surge of protectiveness washes over me… Reimu merely smiles. “… Don't blame yourself, Marisa.”

I desperately want to refute her. Of course, it is! We spent most of our lives together! Reimu Hakurei and Marisa Kirisame, Gensokyo's incident resolvers! Always together, always protecting each other's backs... For thirty years, I failed her.

The guilt is oppressive.

“I should've done something back then—anything! I could've changed this future…” I mutter, expecting the same song and dance from her: 'You didn’t know; how could you? It’s not your fault.' My body itches with rage just thinking about it—

— “You can do something now, Marisa.” My thoughts are cut short, and bulging eyes focus on her. She is resolute. “We cannot change our past or future...” W-What?! What does she— “But we can do our best until our futures reveal themselves, and everything I've done from the moment I stopped existing and started to live was for my family. I will go to any length to ensure that they live a happy life for once.”

The sheer confidence of these words took my breath away. The cold that followed, however, made me clutch my belly tightly. I look her—Reimu Hakurei… It’s been so long—in the eye and say, “E-Even…?”

She understood immediately… She smiles. “It'd be worth it.” Words of placidity, eyes soft and focused on the still water.

Unwavering.

My heart pounded, my lips felt dry, and my hands held my belly with a silent promise that, for them, I'd do the same. Yet…

“… Y-You just came back-ze… Why do you want to go away so soon?” Her eyes light up with tiredness when she hears my words, a reflection of the exhausting nature of life.

A reflection of us.

Without expecting input, I laid my head on her shoulder, witch hat falling to the ground with a silent thud. I feel her neck bending forward to look at me before returning to the lake, and she hums: “Every good story is as good as its ending—after everything mine tells, I just wish it to have a… positive ending.”

I frown, heart throbbing. “You sound like Kasen-ze.” She gawks at me and, a moment later… Just laughs out loud.

20 years…

… It's been 20 years since I've heard her genuine laugh.

“Do I really?! Man, that sucks! I've become a loudmouth grandma~!” I don't try to contain my laughter; it just comes out. Tears follow behind.

Our decisions make us—I hold my big belly…—and though I can't change our sad past, the future is not written in stone…

I choose to give her a chance.

>>46078427

By the time the laughter had died and the stirring rustle of the trees took over again, Hana was a simmering puddle of anger and Reimu awkwardly looked to the side. She couldn’t believe that she was treated like some fool again, it was insulting, degrading even, to be laughed at like that! Hana couldn’t help but turn on her heel, her back facing her mother and off towards to the beginning of the tree-line, a stones’ throw from where they stood. Even though she heard her mother’s words of ‘Hey, really. I didn’t mean to laugh so hard…’ and ‘It was just a little funny is all, you’ll see the humor in it too eventually!’ she didn’t care to forgive her for this any time soon.

By the time Hana had turned around, after biting her tongue to control the scalding words she wanted to shout, her mother seemed collected again as the awkward women cleared her throat loudly. Despite her sour mood that sound was ingrained into Hana, and the girl quickly found herself standing a bit straighter. Hana cursed her instinct as her mother didn’t seem to realize what she had done, this woman…

Her mother seemed hesitant for a second more to as she let an, “Uhm, so your power… ‘the ability to never be chained’ wasn’t it?” Hana nodded quietly knowing her mother would continue, “You say it allows you to move strangely through the air and even through walls?”

Nodding along, and vaguely surprised she wound up understanding the half of it, Hana felt slightly mollified as she added in, “Something like that, its kinda hard to explain and all-“ Hana coughed lightly into her hand, unwilling to acknowledge her mistake earlier, “W-why don’t I just show you how it works? Its like squeezing the world a bit and then you can-“

With a lingering word Hana let the lines of the world tighten as she moved ‘forward’ taking the quickest and slightly roundabout route as her body just naturally turned in place as if she were walking on the inside of a strangely shaped ball. By the time she reached her destination and reoriented herself to be right side up only a split second had passed. In the time it would take for her to blink she had traveled through the air and any obstacles like nothing was there.

Secretly hoping she could see that monster of a woman jump back in surprise, Hana was disappointed to see her mother’s eyes catch up quickly to her new position. Letting out an ‘ah’ was all she did as her expression changed to one in deep thought, which irritated the juvenile miko a bit. Not wanting to be shown up Hana followed up with a favorite trick of hers, letting her voice carry she whispered a teasing, ‘over here!’.

Seeing her mother try to resist before glancing over her shoulder in the opposite direction felt like a small victory. Without saying anything Reimu quickly turned her head back to where Hana stood, and Hana was slightly annoyed that her prank had only caused a smirk to form on her amused face. Did she whisper too playfully? Did her mother think she forgave her for that laughing fit? Did she think that Hana was trying to act friendly?

This couldn’t stand, and before her mother could do more than sigh out ‘oldest trick in the book~’. Hana had perked up now and letting in more defiance than she expected she loudly gave her challenge, “I’ll show you exactly how effective it is in danmaku!”

>>46107021


Hana wasn’t feeling overconfident per se, she had seen what the women floating in front of her could do both physically and in danmaku many times over. She knew that she’d lose handedly normally, even with her ability, she’d eventually lose out as Reimu got used to the way she moved. On the top of it all Hana only had one spell card, and while she’d adjusted it since she’d got it to suit her own way of moving there was no delusion that she’d be able to win even by timeout.

With gohei in hand Reimu seemed unusually relaxed as the cold wind buffeted them both. Despite the fact that the chill most definitely was cutting through her sleeves and gloves, she seemed almost relaxed. As if ignoring Hana’s annoyance pointedly there was a certain girlish giddiness in her mother’s voice as she chatted, “The field behind the shrine always has tranquil air during the evening, doesn’t it?”

Her mother seemed a little carefree as she raised the gohei and let the air flutter the paper tassels. Hana couldn’t help but respond to the provocation, her blood getting a bit hotter in defiance of the chill in the air, “Isn’t it? It’s a perfect place to show off your power to people who look down on you!”

Hearing Hana’s banter Reimu smiled widely as a fire seemed to light in her eyes, “It’s always the smallest dogs that yap the loudest, why don’t you show me how much you’ve improved?!”

With those last few words, the two women summoned their danmaku, two orbs took their spot at Reimu’s side and on Hana’s summoned seals flew behind her. Hana made the seals fly in a pattern that looked like a yin yang, something she’d been cooking up for just such an occasion. Like something that lay dormant waking up, the world felt brighter as the first patterns of danmaku started taking off.

I can't take any marisa moment seriously because of the DA ZE in the dialogue

>>46107033
>>46107021
and they say autism is not hereditary…
They're so goddamn awkward with one another, though very cute still! At least the danmaku speaking for them will save them from any more embarrassing moment… I think, of course.
thanks for the chapters!

>>46107081
How do you think her writers feel when they're making some super emotional scene that pivots on dialogue and interactions and you keep having to type in fucking DAZE~

>>46107081
the curse of characterization, though I found it to be rather bittersweet in the context; she feels so stagnated in her situation and past, mainly her wrong deeds, whereas Reimu has moved forward, changed herself for the better and is dead set on making good things happen, all done without her 'best friend' in the picture. Unlike Reimu, she hasn't changed at all and even with babies coming for her to take care of, she'd still be that same Marisa from the past, stealing; coveting another woman's man, speaking that shitty two syllables and so on, though I doubt she'll remain the same after this conversation with Reimu.

>>46107182
>How do you think her writers feel when they're making some super emotional scene that pivots on dialogue and interactions and you keep having to type in fucking DAZE~
it's the funniest shit ever, especially if done with a heartfelt music of some kind. Was listening to this mega emotional piece, all teary-eyed, and then just remembering "oh, yeah, can't forget the -ze!" It's a nice gloom break~

>>46106800
(Part 3)
“Hold on a second! This is way too fast! I know that you were in the hokora, but I never knew you felt this way about me! I-I mean I’m not rejecting you, but I just never expected something like this! I-I it’s just—“ Anon’s head was spinning a mile a minute while Mima simply gave him a cold stare.

“Don’t think too hard about it. Once this “act” is over, you’ll be thanking me. Just do what I say and everything will be fine, understand?” Still trying to rationalize how this turn of events came about, Anon finally noticed how many girls filled the classroom. Some were shocked that Mima was quick and straightforward. Others were laughing at her feeble attempts. Two girls were standing up with a camera… were Aya and Momiji filming this?!

“Anon Hakurei, *sigh* I love you. Now, eat. The. Chocolate.” The spirit’s words were an obvious lie. Maybe that was the scenario: She was being blackmailed by some mean girls to ask him out! Why Mima of all people, he wasn’t sure. Still, something about her cool demeanor and the way her shirt strained to contain her cleavage compelled Anon to go along with her words.

“Alright, thank you very much.” Anon chose a piece of dark chocolate. It was high-quality stuff, likely made by an artisan. As he chewed the candy, Mima’s phone beeped again. This time, Anon heard it play at least 30 more times. Every single girl in the classroom got the same text at the same time. Unique to Mima, however, was the anger in his face.

“You have to be kidding me! Screw this, If Marisa wants this, she can do it herself!” The vengeful spirit took the box from Anon and headed straight for the door.

“Wait, what happened to Marisa? Was she supposed to be in class today?”

“Didn’t you see the sign? Faculty won’t let her in because of her height… Looks like I have to set her free.” With her mission stated, Mima phased through the wall, mumbling to herself. Anon caught a little snippet: “Feh, he doesn’t even have a castle to his name. Who would court a landless man?…”
___
Aya, Momiji and Hatate had everything figured out. While Hatate assessed and scouted out their rivals (in person, meaning she had to get off her lazy butt for once), Momiji and Aya would go in for kill: Aya had already confessed and cooked for Anon, this was a cinch for her! Should anything get in her way, Momiji skill with martial arts and her own fondness for Anon made her the perfect wingwoman and backup. One way or another, Anon was coming back to the mountain.

Another update to the rules came in while Mima was floundering with her pitiful giri. Momiji and Aya brought their own homemade honmei, and Yukari’s latest addendum only validated their decision:

~~~
1. Confess your love and chocolate to Anon
1(a). Your confession must be genuine
2. Anon eats your chocolate
2(a). Anon must eat your chocolate himself
~~~
Of course an old-fashioned hag like Mima could never understand the honest, pure, natural appeal Anon had! Aya sat back in her chair, legs resting over the top of her desk. “So, how does the battlefield look?”

Momiji couldn’t sense people 40 ri away anymore, but she still had her heightened senses and Hatate’s reports. “With Mima gone, we’re the only players in class B. Everyone else is just here to enjoy themselves.” It was a luck break; It was fate! “We better act fast, though: Anon’s next periods put him in Class C with Tewi, Gym with Alice, the lunch free-for-all, then Class H.”

“Hana and Aunn should be in Gym, so they’ll protect Anon until lunch. Or, we could snag him now!” Aya climbed on top of her desk and bounded over to Anon, using her agility to mask her fear. Tewi was a trickster, but could be fended off. Alice was a non-issue. But Class H? The desperate Kanako and the raging Yuuka were bad enough; Yukari herself resided there. She would use every underhanded tactic she had to win the right to Anon forever. She couldn’t negate any new rules she made, but she would definitely make up something like “Only Yukari can verbally confess” or “Only blonde girls with white chocolate from Spain are eligible” on the spot!
___
“Aya! Nice to see you!” Anon looked down as he greeted the tengu. She may not have noticed, but her choice of travel left her skirt flapping dangerously high. Already a bit jumpy from his encounter with Mima, Anon didn’t want to risk offending Aya. Momiji made her way over in a more dignified manner, flanking Anon together. Just as the two tengu began to gossip, a textbook slammed against the lectern.

Smartly dressed, Ran took command of the classroom. “Today, we’ll be review integration for the area between curves before practicing with 3D objects.”

Aya tried whispering to Anon, but was soundly cut off by another loud slam. “Talking in class will NOT be tolerated, Miss Shameimaru.”

>>46108908
This is bullshit! Mima won fair and square! Yukari just can't accept the fact that Anon is going to be swept off his feet by a character he never met in the final act. SMDH!
I'm quite pleased with how you wrote Mima, really captured that annoyed aunt vibe. (Gym teacher Shinki prodding Alice along to confess?)

>>46108908
>pircrel of Ran
>those fucking eyes
just got a goddamn shell shock moment from the Ran threads, Jesus. Fucking wasteland...
otherwise kek, Yukari must be having so much fun playing with the girls like a cat to a mouse; there's really nothing they can do to win by playing with her rules. It's fun to see them try, tho~

>>46108908
(Part 4)
In his young form, Anon’s brain still had the plasticity to understand Ran’s lecture. Being over a thousand years old and lacking any intention to learn, Aya and Momiji were utterly stumped. It was odd, really. Under normal circumstances, he could easily ignore Aya making an innuendo about log and wanting to see his ‘log’, or Momiji glancing under his desk while she didn’t think he was looking. A combination of two voracious tengu in serafuku and Ran’s mature appeal kept him on edge for the entire class, having nowhere to look after he was done with his classwork. He wondered if something interesting was out the window, then quickly regretted it.
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Class H was outside for gym practice. Excused with a note from home, Yuyuko was the only student allowed to sit out. Nobody dared to approach the track field, fearing the two monsters racing each other. It was nice that Yuuka and Yuugi could tire each other out: It meant less competition when Anon finally arrived.

A girl with cascading blonde hair decorated with red ribbons played tennis lazily with Okina. Hardly any effort was necessary to keep the paraplegic under pressure while exhibiting her unparalleled, youthful beauty to a particular voyeur. Women gathered here, thinking they had a shot at taking Anon: In truth, Yukari amassed an audience to witness Anon fall in love with her! By now, Anon should be feeling the effect of the lust curse placed on his gakuran. Not to mention the libido of a young, ripe man pumping adrenaline through his body. Ah, the poor boy must be suffering for the embrace of a woman by now. After being approached by a garden of enticing women all day, Yukari would sweep Anon off his feet and offer him sweet release in her embrace. Ahh~ then they’d go to prom together—

A cold wind blew against Yukari’s face, alerting her to the incoming ball. “Jeez, Okina! If I can’t gap chocolate into Anon’s mouth, you aren’t allowed to use the power of the seasons!”

“Nuh uh! You clearly stipulated ‘unique powers’. Anyone can harness the power of the seasons, which is why I gave up my backdoors.” Leading her response with a strong spring breeze, Okina returned the ball. “It’s your fault for thinking the manipulation of gaps is something unique just to you. Besides, you modified yourself and Anon with gaps. How is that allowed by the rules?”

“I did it last night so it counts! Now stop cheating and play fair, I can’t do my backhand if you keep making my wrists cold!” The young, fair, and gorgeous young lady continued to trade the ball back and forth, listening intently to her earpiece. It seemed the rules would need a bit more clarification once first period ended…
___
Turning away from the field of jiggling breasts and sweaty, voluptuous bodies, Anon helped the tengu with their classwork. It actually turned out to be fun: Aya hated repeating work when she got something wrong, so she seemed really proud when solving problems by herself. Momiji worked diligently, but Anon could tell she was hungry for praise.

“...And that should be it. Man, just a minute to spare. Sorry you guys didn’t get much time to speak.”

Aya chirped up. “It’s fine, really! How about we meet up at lunch on the rooftop? It’s a nice, breezy area with few entry or exit points—It’s the perfect place to eat!”

“Precisely. We’ll share our bentos as well—The food here smells suspicious. Really, the maid should be cooking instead of babysitting.” Momiji’s sentiments came just before the bell rang. With class dismissed, the tengu jetted out immediately, eager to leave calculus behind. To Anon’s surprise, Ran stopped him before he could go.

“Hmm? What’s the matter Ran—er, Sensei?”

The kitsune’s cool attitude began to melt. The shikigami’s skin reddened before reaching underneath her lectern for a bag of homemade brownies, tied off with a bow. “You know it’s Valentine’s Day today, and, well, I do l-love you, so it felt right to prepare this for you. Chen wanted so badly to try one, but I promised you would be the first to taste it.”

“Thank you Ran, this means a lot.” Giving Ran a hug, Anon realized how warm the kitsune’s body was. And how good she smelled, how soft her fur was against his skin… it took a lot of willpower to tear himself away. Biting into one of the chocolate squares, a thin crust gave way to a rich, moist mouthful of cake. “Mmph. It’s perfect!” As he gave his praise, a beep came from Ran’s blazer. “Jeez, I better run to my next class. I’ll see you later, Sensei!” Ran smiled and waved as Anon left, her nine tails and ears drooping once he was out of sight.
___
Tewi was excited. Yukari could make up as many rules as she wanted, but she’d find a way around it. This one was way too easy; Anon wouldn’t dare brush a girl off!

~~~
3. Physical contact must be maintained for 10 uninterrupted minutes.
~~~

>>46107276
Did she love anon before Reimu started being abusive or after?

>>46110451
Definitely. Marisa offered herself for Anon if he ever decided to leave Reimu after they got married. She was drunk, but she -ze'd it.
> "Oh and when Anon-san sees how charming and lovely I am he'll come crawling to me instead ze!" she turned to you and with a sly grin on her face, "when you get tired of fussing over this drunk miko my house will always have its doors open you know~". Reimu took your arm sticking her tongue out and said, "that'll neeeever happen, cause Anon is mine forever!" you couldn't help but laugh at her cute face and kissed her, "of course and you'll never be able to get rid of me" you couldn't then and you couldn't now ever dream of leaving her!

>>46110478
Personally as far as the original hanafic goes, I'm still a fan of marisa winning the anonbowl because she's in a much lonelier position in that version of the story

>>46110492
For me it's Kanako. Angry 'mu is still too much of a threat for Marisa to face alone and I could see Kanako taking in both Hana and Anon. Kanako teaches Hana to be a miko, Anon teaches Kanako about love. It's a win-win.

>>46110168
(Part 5)
Class C was on the top floor, something Anon resented at this very moment. Convincing Aya to give him a ride wouldn’t have been hard, if she were still here. Anon ran up a flight of stairs and all the way down the hall, leaving him defenseless to the inaba’s attack. As soon as Tewi grappled Anon’s arm, he was stuck.

“How rude, it’s Valentine’s Day and you didn’t look for me first thing this morning? I think I’m gonna cry!” Tewi pulled Anon into the classroom with far more force than her petite body should have been able to muster.

“Uhh, well, I didn’t think you would be here considering your… stature.”

The earth rabbit perked her ears straight up in response, then cocked her head in confusion. Combined in height, her ears put her just above Marisa standing straight. It was enough to clear the hurdle that claimed Mima’s student. “What are you talking about? My body is the epitome of JK appeal!”

“Nevermind. Let’s just find seats before they fill up.” Surveying the room, Anon was surrounded by rabbits. A sea of ears twitched while listening out for Anon. Primal feelings of danger and curiosity were feuding within him. Looking towards the front of the classroom, Anon spotted a green head of hair sticking out of the crowd. “Come on, let’s go towards the front so we can listen to the lecture.”

Sitting at the front of the class, Anon was confirmed it was Sanae. “Hey, is it really you?” Turning her head to his voice, the miko shot out of her seat and hugged Anon as fast as she could.

“Long time no see! I never thought the next time I would see you again would be in school! How have you been? I can’t believe you look so young! It’ll be weird having the grizzled guy from the village as my classmate, but I’ll be sure to watch over you!” Talking a mile a minute, Sanae never let up, making up for lost months. She also never let go of Anon’s arm. On the other side of Anon, Tewi was still clinging to his arm, vying for his attention. The rabbits behind him were all murmuring to each other, and it wasn’t hard to guess what about.

In an uneasy stance, Class C’s teacher Keine entered. She made her way to the front of the class, politely pushing through rabbit after rabbit. “Today, class, we’ll be reviewing the Sengoku period. Our lesson plan clearly states that we’ll be going over the role of *sigh* concubines and their place in the evolving political climate. Not poetry or succession conflicts, no, that would be too interesting for a lesson!” Clearly un-enthused with her job, the hakutaku made little effort to control her class. She allowed the students to talk amongst themselves while she read a book and muttered to herself. Between conversations with Tewi and Sanae, Anon could catch little complaints. The most striking one was “I wanna trade with Sakuya. I bet Flandre would appreciate the lesson more than my last class.”

Things came to a head after about ten minutes. After clinging to Anon for dear life, Tewi glanced at a clock and suddenly let go. Her focus instead turned towards a rucksack she carried with her. She was looking for something. Desperately. “Is something wrong, Tewi?”

“Nothing you have to worry about! Nothing’s wrong at all!” Her actions said otherwise: Tewi called over a rabbit nearby and quickly sent her out the door. As she did, Sanae finally let go of Anon and started looking through her own bag.

The class finally stood silent when the Moriya miko stood up. “I’ll give you until the count of three! Whoever took my chocolate, I want it back now!” Instead of the slightly naive, yet cheerful expression Anon knew from Sanae, she wore one filled with anger.

“Calm down, girl. Nobody here would take your chocolate. Why would they, when you can get better from a vending machine?” Tewi laughed at her own joke, expecting the rest of the class to laugh along. Instead, they stared at Sanae in fear.

“YOU! You stole my cookies and sent them out with your follower, didn’t you?! I saw you whispering to her!”

Tewi didn’t take the accusation kindly. “Really? I think the only cookie thief here is YOU, since mine are nowhere to be seen!”

“Oh, how original! Blaming me for the crime you and your posse committed!” At this point, Sanae whipped out her gohei, preparing for a throwdown.

Instead of backing down, Tewi stood admirably against the possible slander. “You can throw useless accusations against me all you want. But my inaba? That’s going too far, missy!”

The classroom door opened, letting in a barrage of fireworks that crackled, boomed and smoked up the room. Getting while the getting was good, Anon ducked out of his desk and fled the room. He could hear danmaku firing and the distinct sound of a pi-chuun behind him. He didn’t stick around to find out who it was. Instead, Anon ran into another short girl. It was a miracle he didn’t skewer himself on her horns.

>>46110928
(Part 6)
“Mr. Hakurei! What do you think you’re doing outside of class?!” Standing as tall as she could, Suika’s smile never left her face as she asked Anon a question that could get him thrown in detention.

“I think I should ask you the same thing! You’re out of dress code and wandering the halls, just as fireworks fill up the class!” It was all bluff, but it was all he had to go with.

Suika’s only grinned wider. “Well, as headmistress of the HGE, shouldn’t I be enforcing discipline and investigating classrooms filled with smoke?” Not a hint of smugness tainted the joy her face: It was all fun and games for her.

“I apologize, Suika-er, Sensei! I just assumed Yukari would be the one overseeing today’s operation.” It did raise a good question: If Suika was the headmistress, where was Yukari?

“Well, Yukarin isn’t in charge right now, so it’s up to me to decide your punishment. Since your classroom is full of hooligans and ne’er do-wells, I think I’ll let you off with a warning. Walk with me, Hakurei!” Marching like a drill instructor, Suika led Anon down to the first floor. Honestly, an hour with Suika beat a dull lesson any day.

Near the entrance, he could hear Mima arguing with Sakuya: “What kind of shenanigans are you trying to pull here?! Anyone can use magic, so why is mine prohibited?”

“I’m sorry ma’am, but you listed yourself as a ‘Goddess of Magic’. This necessitates prohibiting your magical abilities, as it uniquely identifies you on the roster. In addition, you tried to destroy the Hakurei Gakkou Daytime Center, where Lady Flandre currently resides. I cannot approve the use of your powers, by rule or by good conscience.” Mima still wasn’t satisfied with the answer, arguing back and forth while Marisa stood by the window.

“See, Anon? That’s where you’ll end up if you don’t follow the rules: Arguing fruitlessly against someone who really doesn’t care about your personal problems.” Continuing on their journey, Anon noticed a door with a paper sign taped on labeled ‘BETTING ROOM’.

“Is gambling allowed on campus?”

“Oh, right. I probably should’ve taken that down. Eh, you already saw it. It’s just a place for people who don’t want to interact with the school environment to place bets on what they think will happen. I hear Jo’on went all in on Ran—poor girl refuses to leave the room.” A flash of inspiration struck the little oni. “That’s lesson two! Never bet on something unless you’re 100% certain you’ll win!”

“Suika, that’s terrible advice. Not just for a student, but in general. And where are we even going?”

“Oh, you’re coming with me to my office. There’s some high proof whisky on the top shelf I can’t reach. If you get it for me, I’ll let you stay for the rest of the period. I’ll even let you have a sip! How’s that for a cool principal?” Suika’s eyes were gleaming too brightly for Anon to refuse her. So, the student helped his principal get drunk in exchange for cutting class.
___
“Gahahahahahahaha! Did you see her smack into the desk? Oh boy, and when Tewi knocked over the bookshelf—serves that froggy bitch right!” Seija was having the time of her life while Goro tried desperately to find an empty room or closet to hide in. There were no janitors in the HGE, so Yukari skimped out big time. He went over the building schematics dozens of times, but for the life of him couldn’t find an abandoned area. Too many people were busy exploring an academy from the Outside.

“You have to quiet down! The headmistress already took Anon, so the only monitors we’ll run into are from the Disciplinary Committee.” It was easy enough to turn Tewi and Sanae against each other, the only issue was getting Anon out. The rockets were a last resort. Once Eiki heard, he wouldn’t be getting off easy…

“Ah, would you lighten up already? We just blew up a classroom and got away with it! Plus we scored something sweet for our thankless efforts.” Tearing open a neatly wrapped bag, Seija took a bite of Sanae’s cookies. “Not enough sugar. What, is she afraid Anon’s diabetic?” Next up was one of Tewi’s. “Eh, maybe she’s got it right. This thing’s got enough sugar to put him in coma.”

A snap interrupted the two troublemakers’ escape and their snack. Turning towards the noise, three tengu stood across the hall from them.

“Stealing, reckless endangerment, disrupting public order, skipping class; Just wait until Eiki sees all of this~” Aya played with the straps on her camera, taunting the amanojaku.

“We can’t let them—“

“GET BACK HERE YOU BIRDY BITCH!” Before Goro could warn her not to draw attention to herself, Seija ran straight after the tengu. Remembering the Discipline Committee’s office was on the third floor, Goro went for the stairs. Even if it meant facing three tengu at once, he had to cut them off.

>>46111057
(Part 7)
The bell rang, signaling the end of Anon’s time with the drunken loli. Gathering his things, the student closed the office door softly to avoid startling his principal. She was nice enough to let him relax, so it would only be fair to let her stay unconscious in peace.

The gymnasium was close by, so Anon could take his time. Strolling to the locker room, Anon slowly realized something important: 99% of the student body was female. There was no need for a male locker room. Hell, he didn’t even have a change of clothes in the first place! Standing in front of the door for a solid minute and mulling over his options, he didn’t expect a poke at his back. “Dad?”

Even at this age, her voice awakened an unforgettable love and urge to protect. Turning around to see his daughter, Anon saw Hana and Aunn staring at him in rapt glee. This time, it was Anon’s turn to hug her, lifting his teenager off the ground.

“I missed you too, Dad! But can you put me down? It’s a little embarrassing when you look about the same age as me…” Despite her protests, Hana still clung to Anon. Aunn did too, but she couldn’t contain her excitement. Hearing Anon’s predicament, Aunn scouted out the room to find a locker with Anon’s name on it next to Hana’s. She and Aunn could shield him from prying eyes while he changed. Protected by a tight daughter-dog barrier, Anon made his way to a corner, shielding his eyes from peeking at any other girls.
___
Seeing her father young was… weird. He was so still bigger than her, but just in height. Hana’s Dad was always bigger than Mom and her. It just felt odd to see any other body as her father.

That didn’t stop Hana from peeking at him in the changing room. Under the guise of protecting him from other women, she got to stay close to her dad and the weird feelings welling up inside of her.

“Y’know, it’s probably hard enough for you to recognize me like this. Since we’re nearly the same age, I bet something like ‘Onii-chan’ would probably be easier for you to call me, wouldn’t it? This isn’t exactly a dad-bod anymore!” As always, Dad was trying to lighten the mood. But calling him Onii-chan? Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if she tried it.

“How has your day been so far, Onii-chan?” Just like that, something cracked in Hana. The barrier between her father and her had thinned, the taboo of age eroding away.

“Well, it’s been pretty hectic, Imouto-chan. Hahahaha!” Anon’s laughter did nothing to mitigate the effect. Hana was his imouto? He was her Onii-chan? He would protect her, always and forever, and hold her tight when things seemed bleak? And as his imouto, she would brighten up his day, their shared blood being nothing but a red string of fate that bound them together despite everything around them trying to tear them apart?!

“I bet everything will be better now that I’m here, Onii-chan~”
___
Hana seemed to really get into the idea of being siblings. As long as she was having fun, he was doing a job well done. All dressed to start moving, Anon couldn’t help but notice all the girls in tight gym clothes. Shaking off his perversions, Anon led his daughter and their dog into the gym.

Coach Shinki was already training one student before the rest of the class filled in. A blonde girl was trying and failing to climb a rope in the middle of the room. “Come on, Alice! Shanghai is already at the top! You can do it, I believe in you!” Indeed, Alice’s doll was already touching the ceiling. She started after Alice, climbed over the girl’s body, and made it to the top before she got halfway.

Blowing her whistle, Shinki shouted out today’s curriculum. “I’ll keep it short and sweet! Do whatever you want to do, as long as you aren’t sitting down and texting! I wanna see blood pumping, not fingers dancing! Back when I visited the Outside, kids had to run laps around the whole school perimeter! Don’t let yourself get lazy like them! A rolling rock never grows moss!” Despite her increasingly-rambling lecture, the girls were all eager to try out different equipment. Nobody was content to sit still.

Wondering just how much his body changed, Anon found the weight bench. Since the youkai girls were unfamiliar with everything, he had full freedom to attach his body weight to the barbell. He knew he was getting cocky. He knew he was showing off. He knew it was probably the recklessness of youth clouding his judgment. “Aunn, just stand next to me in case I need help, could you?”

“Of course! Just say the word and I’ll take it off your hands.” With just one hand, Aunn picked up the barbell and waited for Anon to get into position. For some reason, Anon didn’t feel like benching anymore.

I got too cocky. Figures Valentine's is the holiday I drop the ball on, lol. I wanted desperately to get Yukari's turn out tonight, but I need to be at full attention to make that good. I'm all out of juice. Rest should be out tomorrow/night.

>>46111320
kek, multi-day valentine's gakuan spin-off was unexpected, but not unwelcomed. Thanks for your effort, it's been very gud Anon. Rest well and remember to take it easy!

Is it just me or is the AO3 archive only updated for threads through November?

>>46113595
Not really, 1-6 were from September/October, 7-10 October/November; though the slow updates are because I'm either busied with life; writing/editing and now archiving the other 11 threads. Will try to update tomorrow!

>>46107161
>At least the danmaku speaking for them will save them from any more embarrassing moment
Give them any chance to communicate and they'll both ruin it.

>>46046551
—
There’s something here; what it is ain’t exactly clear. It's small, like an ember… Yet it's everywhere, embroidering the mouths of hardworking parents, of skeptics and optimists alike and even wide-eyed teens.

It takes form of a simple question: “Who’s lying?”

Most people wouldn't care for that at first, not with the already hefty workload that is quotidian life—'doesn't impact me, why care?'

Something everyone mentioned above has is care for children and taxes to pay. Children in a place like Gensokyo, where youkai prowl all over, are extremely important, and all children need schooling; taxes keep the world spinning; no amount of 'Beyond common sense' will change that. The same person who manages our teaching institution and our hard-earned money is now under fire for allegedly mistreating one of his most esteemed subordinates, a teacher of decades who kept the village safe when the Moon made youkai go bananas…

That’s bad.

And what does Mr. Hieda do first? Take everything down; censor all of it.

… That’s very bad.

There's a woman with a gun over there, and Mr. Hieda just picked up the gun and shot himself in the foot.

—

“M-Mr. Hieda, a moment!” I sighed, looking at the direction of the voice. Another man approaches me, puzzled and wide-eyed, his wife, I assume, trailing behind. We're on school grounds and the students are just leaving; the sun being consumed by the horizon. This is not an evening of sweet relief like usual, but rather one of exhaustion and annoyance—a low growl escaping me as my worried and agitated entourage stops by the massive Ginkgo Tree on the right side of the school. I have been tormented by one topic all day long, like a cockroach that never dies: Keine's letters. Collecting everything and burning it away—rightfully ending the disgusting, fake piece of literature—wasn't quite enough to pacify the masses. “I'd like to ask about Keine-sensei's let—”

“Sorry, but Mr. Hieda is very tired and does not want to talk,” one of my bodyguards interrupted the man as he tried to get closer. “His advanced age takes a massive toll on his body—” That should've been enough, and I was already about to resume my walk back to the estate, though this nagging itch begging to be scratched layered the bottom of my mind, a constant throughout the whole day. What a headache…

“—The things that Eirin-sensei said don't match your words about Keine-sensei!”

… What?

I turn to the man, and he seems scared, teeth bared and sweating; the woman behind him remains placid and… There's just something about her eyes—

“Based on E-Eirin-sensei’s records, Keine-sensei never went to Eientei for an abortion!” His loud voice and my presence gathered attention, and the itch grew and grew. My other bodyguards immediately tensed, handmaiden to the left trying her hardest to pull me away from the man and the forming crowd, some people I recognize from earlier who've also tried interrogating me…

Oh, but none of that is relevant.

That may not have occurred in Eientei, but so what? It changes nothing! That viper aborted my Akyuu; I simply know it! “Your words don't match, Hieda-sama! Did you really lie to everyone?!”

“Please, get away from Mr. Hieda now!” The bodyguards tried to hide me from the public eye, whispers all around me of curiosity, confusion, and, outlandishly, even some agreement! The itch grew, and in my mind I saw a baby Akyuu in my arms, an innocent soul that'll have to wait years before she can return to this world, all because of that woman—

“Answer us, Hieda-sama!”

“Where did you get records anyway…?” Someone asked, but their voice was snuffed beneath the unrest that spread like wildfire.

“H-Hieda-sama, please, let’s move!” The handmaiden pleaded.

“What more did you lie about?”

“C'mon, there's no real evidence about these 'reports'!”

“Hieda-sama, what's happening?!”

“Yeah, why did you fire that hot teacher?! Her dress was so tight I could see every curve, man! This school stinks!”

“Mr. Hieda, answer us!”

“Are you idiots being paid by her?!”

“Paid?! Shut up, you bootlicker!”

Fights were starting; fingers pointed—

—And my Akyuu's name was being defiled, her terrible passing denied... All because of that goddamn woman!

“She aborted my Akyuu!” It came out with a shaking voice and limbs, fury leaking into my words and broad eyes; the crowd and my bodyguards—who were frantically trying to drag me away—froze still. “So what if it wasn't a physical abort, if there wasn't a baby to start with?! She spiritually did it! She's a monster! I don't need evidence; it was revealed to me in my dreams! It is shameful even one of you heard a word that woman spewed!”

I was the focus of thirty sets of eyes. All but one were aghast…

PICHUN~

… Holding a camera, the first man's wife grinned.

Her back suddenly sprouted dark brown wings, and she quickly took off, exclaiming, “Megumu-sama will love this!”

The ‘husband’, relieved, fell on his buttocks. “Sorry…” He mumbles. I don't even hear him.

>>46114262
The Hieda clan's reputation, shattered by a simple tengu prank... the 'kyuu is going to reincarnate into a family of dirt farmers.

>>46115880
>the 'kyuu is going to reincarnate into a family of dirt farmers.
to a happily married human father AND a fairy mother! She'll then go to school with a bunch of other half humans/half youkais, same for Gensokyo's first university, and then she'll have her magical diseases cured by humans, youkais and half human/half youkai medics and scientists in a advanced facility built by a conjoined effort between human, youkais and half human/half youkai!
And she'll be happy!

On a scale from 1 to 10, with 1 being the maximum, how severe are Hana's daddy issues?

>>46116318
she raped her dad. Multiple times.
Then had sex with his Gap uberrapist. Multiple times.
Hana has fucking achieved singularity in regard of daddy issues, -6e^10 of severity

>>46116318
somehow still not as bad as tenshi's daddy issues

>>46111320
Looking forward to the rest!

I can't even escape this cursed fic outside the designated threads
it follows me via subliminal messaging

>>46111292
(Part 8)
Carpentry did wonders for Anon’s strength, and his stamina wasn’t lacking either. He broke his workout records from before he came to Gensokyo easily. Being one of the few people knowledgeable about the equipment in the room, a small crowd formed to ask him questions. Starting from the basics with most of the students, Anon became an impromptu teaching assistant. Something that drew Coach Shinki’s interest. After blowing her whistle, she motioned Anon over to her and Alice while indicating for the rest of the girls to continue exploring.

“What can I do for you, Coach?”

“Since you’re so good at leading the other girls, why don’t you help Alice do some sit-ups? Just hold her feet down. Don’t be afraid to give her some tips, okay? Maybe talk about what kind of food you like. I know Alice can’t resist my famous strawberry shortcake! Why, when she was little, she actually drooled on the floor—“

The indignant, tired Alice cried out. “MOM, that’s embarrassing!” The blonde witch blushed and instinctively wiped away the sweat near her mouth before facing Anon. “B-But I do want your help…”

“I’d be happy to. Let’s just get in position, and we’ll have your abs toned in no time!” Encouraged by Anon, Alice laid down on the floor and propped her knees wide apart. The sight of her crotch displayed so defenselessly was a bit much for Anon’s heart.

Grabbing her knees, Alice let out a small yelp before Anon slid them together. “Th-They shouldn’t be too far apart, you’ll cramp like that. Now, try lifting your upper body as far as you can.” Following Anon’s instructions, the puppetmaster of the forest managed a solid 10 degree differences between her back and the floor. Anon was about to get up before Shinki whistled at him.

“KEEP YOUR HANDS ON HER FEET!” Panic shot through Anon’s brain. “Gym isn’t just about staying fit: It’s about teamwork! Now, I just need to grab something from my office. Keep your hands on Alice while I’m gone, or it’s a week of detention!” Backing away from the pair while maintaining a strict sight-line, Shinki left the two teenagers frightened and touching.

“Well then, let’s take it slowly. Focus on your belly and tighten your core. Practice that a few times, then try to lift up again. I’ll just… keep holding you.” Shinki’s bombastic demeanor wasn’t the only thing confusing Anon: The girls around him started to whisper:

“Why is Coach trying to help her win? Are they going to share him?”

“Abuse of power! Coach is flaunting the rules!”

“The rules already flaunt themselves, stupid! This is probably the only way anyone can get around the dumb rule changes.”

“It’s not fair! Anon should be between my legs, not hers!”

Anon could’ve sworn he heard Hana’s voice among the sea of chatter, but couldn’t pick out her words from anyone else. Looking down at Alice, it was clear she could hear them too. It was time to snap out of this funk and help his classmate! Keeping one hand on her feet, Anon slid over to Alice’s side. She would get her workout one way or another.

“Why did you let go? What are you—Ahh! Wait, I’m all sweaty back there!” Anon pressed his free hand against Alice’s upper back.

“It’s fine to get a little help the first time you do this. You just need to get the hang of the motion. Now rise!” Letting Alice lift herself up, Anon gently followed the arc with his hand. He exerted barely any pressure: It was all about making Alice think he was pushing her. First she lifted herself 45 degrees. Then 60. On her third attempt, All Anon had to do was touch her with his finger to bring her to a full sit-up.

Sweaty, embarrassed in public and out of breath, Alice finally did her first sit-up.

Anon coaxed only 2 more out of the witch before her stomach started hurting. Still under Shinki’s orders, Anon sat down next to her as she rested, Hana and Aunn bringing over cool water. Not wanting to be left out from her ‘brother’s’ attention, Hana commanded Anon to watch her while did stretches, jumping jacks, squats, and yoga poses that were supposed to heighten her spiritual senses.

“That’s a lot of calisthenics, Hana! Don’t you wanna squeeze in a little weight training?”

“Weights? But you were watching me, right Onii-chan?! You don’t think my poses were special or elicited any weird feelings?”

“I’ll tell you what they elicited: Pride! You’d be a fantastic gymnast, Hana! Now that you’re loosened up, let’s see some iron!”

To his surprise, Hana was flustered. “I-It’s supposed to be Imouto, baka Onii-chan!” Grabbing Aunn by the wrist, his daughter ran off to the locker room. Maybe she was having more trouble with his physical form then he thought. Damn, thanks to Coach, he couldn’t go after her.

Speak of the devil, Shinki was coming back with a heart-shaped chocolate cake on a tray. Alice looked terrified.

>>46119503
>>46119503
(Part 9)
“Good job, Anon! As a reward for helping Alice and understanding the meaning of teamwork, you get a special treat!” The two gilded forks on the tray paled in comparison to the delicacy Shinki presented. Rich fondant encased an elegantly decorated cake. Extravagant didn’t begin to describe it. It could top a wedding cake and still look too fancy for the event. In red, crystallized syrup, there was a message in cursive writing:

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY
MY TRUE LOVE, ANON
ALICE MARGATROID

Still lying on the floor, Alice grabbed Shanghai out of the air and hugged her knees together, using the living doll to hide her beet-red face.

“You know, Alice baked this herself! She’s quite handy in the kitchen. Plus, this message comes directly from her and her alone: It was piped by her hand!” The way Shinki enunciated herself, it seemed like Anon wasn’t the only person she was talking to. “Don’t be shy: Take a fork and try it. Now.” Coach said it with the same energy Mima presented earlier this morning. There was no room to argue. So, Anon took a bite. The blend of chocolate, coffee and raspberry seemed to melt in his mouth.

From Shinki’s pocket, an electronic chime that signaled doom played again. She wasn’t happy.
___
She prepared for everything! Sure, Alice lying down on the floor of the gymnasium in front of a gawking crowd wasn’t part of the plan, but Shinki had to improvise! After learning that Yukari could change the rules on a whim, Shinki pulled her daughter out of the previous two periods to raid the Home Ec class for a proper place to write Alice’s confession down on her cake. The first rule change was fine, Anon wouldn’t be able to resist a Makai recipe! The second was no issue—Alice made this with love! The third was annoying: Thankfully her daughter didn’t oversweat. She made her that way. But this? She just needed to push Alice just a little bit further, and her little girl would finally be happy!

“Anon! Get back in front of Alice this instant! Let’s see if your teaching paid off!” The creator of all Makai dropped her phone to the ground, ready to seal the deal no matter what Yukari pulled.

~~~
1. Confess your love and chocolate to Anon
1(a). Your confession must be genuine
2. Anon eats your chocolate
2(a). Anon must eat your chocolate himself
3. Physical contact must be maintained for 10 uninterrupted minutes.
4. Prove your love with a kiss~
~~~
___
Fear was the operating emotion in Anon’s mind. Shinki’s aura was a terrifying, demonic force that eclipsed any youkai Anon had met before. Operating on self-preservation instinct, Anon sat rooted to the ground while Coach knelt down to Alice and whispered something in her ear. Her rejection was clear.

“NO! NOT IN FRONT OF YOU! NOT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE! NOT EVEN IN FRONT OF SHANGHAI! That’s too embarrassing! That’s too far over the line! W-What if I do it at lunch, when nobody’s around? Please, please, Mom!”

Another beep came from Shinki’s phone and the crowd of ogling youkai. A stare from Shinki was enough to prompt one kappa to relay the message to her.

The poor girl’s entire body was trembling “O-One chance.”

“What?”

“E-Everyone only gets one chance! It starts as soon as you clear rule 1!” Unable to take the pressure, the kappa ran away from the gymnasium. A few girls followed.

Shinki paused to consider the girl’s words. Against Anon’s best hopes, it only made her more aggressive. Shanghai flew up to guard her master, but was easily tossed away. “Alice, you’ve come too far to let it all slip away now!” The goddess knelt down to Alice’s meek form and pulled her as hard as she could. “Just… One… Sit-up!”

Anon didn’t know exactly what was happening, but it was definitely bad. “C-Coach, I think the lunch bell is about to ring. I should probably go now.” With a vice-like grip, Shinki grasped the back of Anon’s head and held it over Alice’s knees. She repeated the same to her daughter, trying her damnedest to make them meet in the middle.

By a green-haired miracle, Shinki’s arms were wrenched away. Two Aunns held Shinki back, allowing Anon and Alice to escape. Hana threw on a blazer and tossed Anon’s gakuran at him. “Just get as far away as you can, Dad! We’ll be fine, we just have to make Coach settle down.”

“But Hana—“

“Go!” By his daughter’s plea, Anon slipped his uniform over his sweaty gym clothes and ran out with a crowd of scared youkai. As he escaped, he could hear Shinki let out a cry of anguish that transitioned into wild sobbing.

>>46119538
(Part 10)
Seija’s reputation was put to the test. It was completely accurate: Without any cheat items or her bothersome ability, she went down quickly. All the tengu had to do was find a corner hallway. Once they turned, Momiji was left behind to jump the amanojaku at the blind spot and subdue her. The only issue was her non-stop yelling.

Goro is just a human. Blocked off a corridor or something, tengu are naturally faster than anything in Gensokyo. She and Hatate can just find another path to Eiki-sama’s office, where his crimes would be exposed for everyone to see. Without those two nuisances, it would be a piece of cake to snag Anon! Cuddling, kissing, confessing, feeding him sweets: Yukari just made this day better and better! This lunch would go down in history as the day Aya rightfully won Anon’s heart by fighting for justice! Better yet, it was the truth!

Flying up the stairs, Aya and Hatate split up to find Eiki’s office… only for the two of them to meet each each other on the other side of the building. “I thought you said the Disciplinary Committee room was next to the staircase!”

“Well, it was last time I checked! I went up a floor, then it was right there—“

Momiji caught up to the pair and spoke in unison with Aya “You birdbrain! We started on the first floor!” Seija was cackling wildly on the wolf tengu’s back while the two karasu jetted back into the stairways to the top floor. By the time Aya saw Eiki’s office, that blonde, smug bastard already coaxed the yama out of her office. The tengu dropped to the ground and walked, trying to follow as many rules as she could to appear innocent.

It felt as if dimensions shifted and the distance between her and Eiki shrank to nothing. Prostrating herself, Aya fell to her knees and offered up her camera. “Please, oh great and powerful head of moral forbearance, before you pass judgement on myself and my companions, know that this man and his girlfriend have committed far worse atrocities!”

“Goro has already confessed his sins to me. He will be held responsible to clean up the classroom, bake cookies for Sanae and Tewi, and accept whatever punishment they see fit.” That smug jerk was loving this. Just because he followed his dharmic virtues and reaped the benefits! That smile wouldn’t be on his face for long!

“Did he tell you one firework hit an inaba right in the ear before exploding?” Goro immediately began to refute the claim, but Aya was faster. “There’s proof on camera!”

“—idn’t see that happen!” With Eiki’s eyes turned towards him, the male began his defense. “Even if it did, there was no way we could have accounted for one of the girls jumping that high! It was out of my hands at that point!”

The Yama simply tutted at him. “Neither intention nor expectation can erase the consequences of your actions. Not only did you start a fight between two students, but it appears you directly hurt a third. This won’t do at all.” Without turning, Eiki pointed her rod to Aya. “This doesn’t absolve you of your crimes, Shameimaru. Skipping class, trespassing, assaulting a student: You will have to repent as well.” From across the hall, Komachi carried a still-struggling Hatate to the meeting while a silent Momiji followed obediently. Damn, they didn’t get away after all.
“Could our penance wait until after lunch? I have prior commitments.”

“Yeah, like being rejected because you smell like rotten eggs!” Close enough to strike, Hatate jostled her elbow into Seija’s ribs for her insult. Momiji and Komachi had to restrain their respective prisoners to keep a full-on fight from breaking out.

“No. All of you will be spending lunch in my office. We have much to go over before the beginning of the final class.”

It didn’t hurt that Aya missed her chance to confess to Anon. That would be a slow burn for the rest of her life. What stung worst of all was that she couldn’t keep her promise to meet him for lunch.
___
Since the gym was all the way on the first floor, it made the most sense to run straight to the roof. Climbing stair after stair, Anon was beginning to regret trying to show off in class. He was young, but he was still human. After three floors of ascent, his legs felt like lead when he got to the roof access. He pushed the door open, quickly closing it behind him to cover his tracks.

Anon doubled over and took a minute to catch his breath. He wondered if he somehow got here before the tengu. It wouldn’t be like Aya to be late, and Momiji would never let her forget. He heard footsteps approaching him. Straining his neck upwards, the beautiful girl in front of him definitely wasn’t a tengu. Taking a whiff of the air, he’d recognize the scent of sunflowers anywhere.

It was Yuuka, and he just interrupted her gardening.

Took it too ez. The rest is coming out tomorrow 4reelz. This was only supposed to be as long as Christmas

>>46119736
>>46119538
>>46119503
holy shit, what chapters; got me cackling here man, very nice~the whole Shinki segment was pure gold!
>spoiler
>'this was only supposed to be a long as[...]'
the bane of all writers, huh? Also, man, Christmas was crazy! Don't think someone will ever beat Hanaanon's record of 10 chapters posted in succession~
also, nice edit of Hana; there's even the brooch! Very cute delinquent!Hana!
Thanks for the chapters!

>>46099893
Impressive, very nice

>>46119503
>“Why is Coach trying to help her win? Are they going to share him?”
This the 'ana

>>46122950
hopefully incest is not genetic, as is the Hakurei ultra genetic strand of embarrassing yourself in a conversation

>Doc, it all started when I was a kid. My childhood days were spent having my abusive alcoholic mother systematically drive me away from every peer connection I ever made. My nights were spent listening her savagely beat and rape my father, hoping she wouldn't turn on me. This rebounded into a desire to protect my father by replacing my mother as his wife, which in turn was twisted into full-blown sexual lust when Yukari forced me to watch as she raped him before shoving his cum down my throat. I gave into the temptation and raped him multiple times when I visited him in his prison as Yukari's sex slave, and I was raped multiple times by Yukari in turn until I learned to love it as a coping mechanism. She passed me around her servants and helped me rape father together. I've spent the past few weeks fantasizing about holding all my friends down as father rapes them repeatedly. Also, I'm molesting my youngeroldersisterdog(s).
Reasonably speaking, how are Eirin and Kaguya supposed to respond?

>>46123862
a classic that defines this very question:
https://files.catbox.moe/9ettvu.webm

What's the appeal of a middle aged married man with a rebellious teenaged daughter, A+ rank domestic and listening skills, washboard abs, and a shockingly extensive history of being physically, emotionally, and sexually abused by the women in his life?

>>46124286
I can fix him.

>>46124286
I can make him much worse.

>>46124309
How does one go about fixing the crippling trust and abandonment issues, the compulsive need to please others no matter the cost or context, and the immediate and overwhelming affinity for children and general paternal instincts?

>>46124286
he's a great fren!
>>46124375
post-HSE cat therapy.

>>46114262
Good to see Hatate managed to speak to a man and get him to go along with her plan, even if she probably had to force him somehow. There's hope for this Hiki yet!

>>46124286
DILF cock is just too strong.

>>46124411
was that even 'Tate, though? We only have the wings to go by. If so, great that this NEET bird is finally leaving her room for once. Maybe she can even visit Anon, he's like, the ultimate shut-in!... if you consider being forcefully locked in a rape dungeon a form of shut-in

“Hakurei Shrine Experience.” This is very difficult to say while keeping a straight face. I wonder who can, because indeed it is hard.

“Hakurei,” you say, while grinning like Seiga did. “Hakurei” is its name. But then, thinking of “Hakurei,” you think about the broken Hakurei marriage vows that underpin its foundation. You think about the intrinsic mockery of the Hakurei name it presents. You think about how its very existence threatens the balance of Gensokyo.

Bun then, the funniest is coming: “Shrine.” Yes, now, you cannot contain your laughter. A “Shrine” it is called despite being a brothel staffed by and catering primarily to youkai, an establishment so morally bankrupt it’s invented entire new vice industries by itself and requires controlling the entire media to maintain public support. A monument to short sighted greed and lust yet still calling itself a “Shrine.”

And now, here is the end of the fun: “Experience.” Now you’ve fallen on the ground, laughing so hard that you cannot breathe. An “Experience” founded chiefly on being able to ignore the emptiness in Anon’s eyes, full of smalltime youkai all fighting for Anon among themselves, giving strange names to their positions, full of first-wives and sister-wives. An “Experience” that will self-destruct before Spring begins while Taoists and Buddhists divide Anon’s illegitimate children among themselves.

>Hakurei
>Shrine
>Experience

>>46124720
go treat your pregnant and depressed sister and stop shitposting poems about the intrinsical reprobate and hypocrite nature of the HSE, which was built by a mentally ill almighty loner to satisfy a desire built on top of a millennium old traumas

>>46124763
Shrimp Fry

What happens if someone just starts doing anything and everything to stop people from going to the HSE? If the HSE gets no customers then Anon suffers less, no?

>>46124791
>"Yo, boss! Today's report is: nothing happened around or with the Hakurei Miko, she just meditated the entire day; Okina hasn't made any appearances, according to the Feng Shui; Seija pegged Goro dressed like you only twice, probably something wrong with them for such low libido; Flan and Chen finally managed to tumble one of those infinite bookcases and Hana is still fucking Kasen -- It's insane for how long they've gone now, 12 days! She's my idol now --~, oh, also, there were these doofus trying to stop clients from coming and badmouthing us, and since they weren't protected individuals like the Moriyans or the Nazi Keinesurrection, I just went and ate them and their families -- ah, they had these two newborns at just zest point, it was quite the meal~anyway, that's it. Nothing much out of the ordinary, right? Oh, well, I'll be on my way now, prepared something to prank Anon, you know? Heh, he will be so surprised when those liters of animal viscera start to rain all over the shrine! Bye~!"

>>46123862
"Sorry anon." Kaguya sighs "But you're probably better off with a new daughter with another woman, I don't think I can help this one."

>>46124791
If Okuu visited Anon in the HSE, how extensive would the damage be?

>>46124891
I don't think anon would survive, okuu would definitely lose control and melt the building

>>46124891
Same result as Hina: She would reach critical mass

>>46118651
where did Teneanon go anyway? Haven't seen anything from him in a hot minute.
did that one singular asshole shitting on him really make him just leave cold turkey? I know they're not part of the quintessential HSE storyline but that doesn't mean you can just blueball us by having Lady Shinki put them on a bus to Makai for the remainder of the fic. I wanted to see them get a happy ending damnit

>>46125319
he did leave a note talking about his burnout and stress here >>46038824. He also posted in this thread about being cursed by the HSE, as in the catalog there were two threads of Rikako and Tene side by side, kek
Sucks, but such is the life of a writer in a brigade de writing. I'm forever glad threads went from lasting 4–7 days to +10. Much easier as a writer to write and keep the head nice and rested.

>>46125200
But what if Orin was there as well to help them both out?

we'll need another thread soon if questionanon keeps asking questions…

always funny to find one of those when I'm archiving the chapters
so many good memories~

>>46124720
Satorin go figure out how to heal your stupid sister and get off /jp/!

>>46125418
she'd happily carry everyone's corpses to the furnace! She probably will with those who'll die at the solstice......

"Come on you brats! Even with four of you, there's still not a scratch on us!" I loudly joked as Seija and I leap from another book case before a flurry of crimson bolts blew it up. My Amanojaku partner was, uncharacteristically, quiet and focused, although I couldn't blame her, despite my jokes we really were in a pickle.

"Being mean all the sudden isn't going to save you mister Goro!" One of the Flans shouted, before shooting a volley of danmaku in our direction, which we just managed to graze.

Seems like the rumors about Flandre just being a vicious and volatile brat were unfounded, she hadn't used these clones when last we fought and even then, only pulled them out once we proved too hard to handle. She was still a demon, that much was sure, just a little more tactful then she was letting on. It was just like Gensokyo I guess, quick to accept everything, but just as quick to pass over the minute details.

"We'll have to overwhelm her." Seija quietly said as she flipped us to the other side of a few oncoming attacks.

"I'm working on it, just be ready." I retorted. Calculating counters to one crazed vampire was enough of a lift, doing it for three more while under a ravenous assault was exponentially worse.

'Now!' I thought, just as a massive, steel-bound copy of 'Buddah and his Dharma' was hurtling toward us, until we ceased to exist.

Sailing through nothingness wasn't as hard to get used to once you understood the principle. Despite not existing, we did, and that displacement of 'nothing' would eventually push us out of 'Nowhere' and back into reality exactly at the point in time we left it, albeit a couple feet forward. The displacement didn't require 'movement' so much as 'thought', my thoughts did exist, so they displaced 'nothing' and thus we were buoyantly pushed away from the massive book and in the direction I currently wasn't thinking about least we get pushed away from it.

In the far flung blackness I could see that tree, glowing and casting a light across everything that didn't exist. At it's root, sat Sekai, a touch frustrated I imagined? Either way, I couldn't tell from this distance and my thoughts where elsewhere, what was important is that the tree served as a good reference point until we were eventually ejected back into reality.

"Here we go you insatiable munchkins! I hope you're ready for a thrashing!" Seija yelled, back to the rude, obnoxious self I knew and loved. Did hopping through nothingness have some effect on her personality? Questions for later, as we now had maybe a second before the vampire flock regained their composure.

With a swipe, Seija produced four lime red lasers that directly bared toward the four, backed by a cascade of supporting pellets. The vampires easily grazed the pellets and eagerly prepared to dodge the lasers, until Seija snapped her fingers. The air around the trajectory of each laser vanished, and, the seemingly straight and consistent path of the beams of light became erratic and wavy, like the tides of a lake in rainfall. This caught the Flan's more off-guard, yet still, next to Hana and Reimu there was probably nobody with a more natural talent of dodging danmaku and they would just barley make it. So, I snapped my fingers.

From the crashed bookcases and shredded tomes, a tide of pages, inked with cursed text emerged and made like hail toward the girls. They shot out retaliatory shots to intercept the papyrus missiles and some found their mark, but many other flowed, duck and weaving away from the missiles and toward their targets. To cement the absolute mess that had become the small, battered section of the infinite library, Seija began indiscriminately flipping the field, causing even more disorientation, but not enough for me to miss my mark.

Gently, I tapped Seija on the small of her back, our 'go signal', since now, it was all or nothing.

Again, we hopped into non-existence, and again, and again, and again. Each time re-appearing not a second later in the chaotic battlefield to get closer to our target, because even despite all the hazardous conditions, the Flans were making a stand and would probably conquer our little field in just a few seconds. But between the volley of cursed pages, irregular lasers, the flipping of the field, and our hope through nowhere we had found our path and, finally, I pat the vampires white poofy hat from behind.

"That's game Flan-Chan." I Said happily as the chaos of the field subsided into a strange calm.

>>46129508
"How'd you do that?" The vampire asked, turning on a dime mid air and shoving her face onto mine. "Those wavy lasers I mean? They were all like woo-wooo" She explained waving her arms.

"You remember skipping stones? It's a bit like that." I said, forgoing the long explanation of 'fields' and 'fluid dynamics' that were more suited to Ran-San's tastes.

"Skipping stones..." The vampire murmured as she flicked her wrist in the air, trying to understand the relation.

"All right kiddo, you know the deal, we were able to lay a hand on you, so playtime's over." Seija said with some authority.

"Okay!" Flan said with a salute. "Oh, but first..."

Each Flan, two for each of us, give Seija and I a peck on the cheek. "That's a good night kiss as thanks for playing with me! There's a lot more where that came from, so let's fight again soon okay!" one clone said as the four little scarlet dressed kids soared to the door of the room.

When finally I heard the door shut I laid myself against Seija, exhaling.

"You're okay?" She asked, supporting me.

"Yeah it's just, ugh..." I gripped my head, woozey from all the effort "I can handle doing one or two target calculations just fine, it's managing four at once that's just, ahh, it's not just four times the effort, there's also more mistakes so it's so much worse."

"Well congrats, we gave those quadruplets a beating they won't soon forget." She said, placing my head against her chest. "Although I don't know why we didn't just 'blink' them? It's not like we need to hold back against that girl."

I shook a hand. "We don't know enough about what'll happen, you remember Konnaga's sword? Flan may have spirit, but she's also undead, I don't want to risk her being stuck there, enough children already are."

"Yeah..." She said, stroking my head. "Hey, it's been a long one right? Lets go get a bath!" She said.

"Ughh, I don't want to be around a bunch of weird, naked woman, let's just go to bed" I complain.

"And risk ruining their relaxation time with our own? Not a chance! Also, you're starting to smell and I don't want that seeping into our new bed!" Seija retorted.

"Oiwa! Tsukuyomi! Your Mother is taking your father to a weird bath in a whore house!" I weakly joked aloud.

Editing? What's that?

hello!
last thread's (and a bit of this one) flowchart coming through! Procrastinated a bit on this one, and the motive will be apparent the second you open the
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spoiler]no, that's not a bait for a virus.[/spoiler]
https://files.catbox.moe/wozqyk.png
for writeanons to guide themselves and for readeranons to listen to 'Hearts on Fire', from Rocky 4

I always mentally picture Anon as looking almost exactly like the white-haired MC-kun that asutora draws banging Remilia

>>46129696
it's a very nice look, indeed.

>>46129508
>>46129515
I like how good Seija has gotten with kids

>>46129764
Considering she has kids on the way she really only had 2 choices of either actually learning how to parent or be giga retarded and probably eventually die to completely fucking up her family life.

>>46129515
>>46129508
it'll be immensely cathartic when these two get fucking thrashed in the finale. So much hack needs to be snuffed out before it just breaks the story, and anti-hack police officer Reimu should deliver that with her exquisite technique of floating over bullshit

>>46130273
It's not so bad, with hack powers it's mostly a case of who can get the jump on, our surprise who. We are dealing with a gap hag with a pet cut whatever it wants sword.

>>46129650
unironically more invested in the stickmen plot than I am in the HSE

>>46130273
>So much hack needs to be snuffed out before it just breaks the story
I try my best to create some semblance of balance, such as the reason they could actually catch Flandre was because they stacked four weaker factors: the wavy beams, the paper familiars, flipping the field, and 'nowhere hops' on top of each other to overwhelm her natural ability to dodge.
Although at this point their goal isn't necessarily to win any fights, but to make sure their children are born safely, so I see them less in a one V. one combat role and more as battlefield jokers or Goalies for the HSE.
>>46130477
I am driven entirely by the desire to dig as deep into hell as I can.

>>46129650
I write solely so my line can become the longest line

EXCAVATOR-SAN, MUD TANKER-SAN...!!! I KNEEL!

>>46130547
I see, sorry if I came off as abrasive in the post. The point is that this new power-up they got, from a fighting perspective, doesn't have a counter or a limit beyond the usual "tiring/straining the user", which is just another way to say "they stop using when the plot demands"; and since they're expected to fight despite their intentions to keep the kids safe, it's hard to see them only do so while still having such a power. Even the most hacked characters have a limit/counter to their abilities coming into the finale
>Yukari's gaps can be closed by Ran, Kasen and even destroyed by Flan's powers, same for Okina's doors in regard to the last example
>Reimu cannot float if she's not calm, her flames have a time limit too and need to be retrieved (both in the Hana bath scene)
>Remilia control of fate... Uh... Chuuni tendencies hinder her power
>Kasen's depression
It'd be nice for other writers if this new power had a way to be either exploited or countered like it was with just their connection and the bracelet, otherwise to defeat them there'll be need to just brute force it, which is never fun to write about
>tl;dr: pls nerf
Also, wasn't Takane under house arrest in the writers' tribute? You're gonna be digging into your bank account to pay for those hundreds of lawyers~
Justice for the stickmen! Fuck lava!

>>46131549
It's honestly really ridiculous how Goro went from having zero combat experience to being able to beat powerful opponents quite easily in such a short amount of time. The best ending I could see for them is they get away from all of this with a few raps on knuckles and live a quiet lige raising their kids.

>>46131549
Not any previous anon, the Goro/Seija duo does seem pretty strong among the players in the story, but much of that could probably be attributed to them having a lot of fights scenes compared to the usual rape/fluff/tense negotiation. The only practical countermeasure I could think of to Seija's reversals is Nitori throwing pipe bombs at them and Seija's flipping power turning the duds live and the live one's into normal flying bars of metal. Issue is that doesn't really play with any actual 2hu's inherent powers (making that kinda boring) because they can all be reversed pretty well. Maybe Aya whips up a whirlwind to trap them, then uses the reversal to blow herself away to retreat? Yuugi's power manifests in a way Goro can't comprehend a counter to because it defies his simple Bhuddist virtues? Mima's jobber energy is accidentally reversed, transforming her into a true goddess and protagonist? In all these cases, Seija can just flip positions with her target and win because she has Kiyomaru on her side to aim her Zakeru; There's gotta be a way to break the duo's chain other than Reimu saying "lol no."

Best counter to the ability to travel through Nowhere would have to be serious restriction. Something like Goro entering a fully-meditative state to initiate it. Maybe even the tree mind-raping Goro the closer he got to it, throwing him and Seija far off course in reality from the rebound unless Goro can pinpoint the exact amount of focus he needs to stay away from it. Getsus did say the tree was only passing by Gensokyo's reality, maybe it leaves and now Goro is up shit creek without a reference point? Unless the tree image is purely a visualization of Sekai's power, then I appreciate the detail mentioned in the imagery. A power this strong can definitely justify Goro/Seija wins in the finale, but it needs to be a bitch to use to justify Goro/Seija losses and make the wins feel satisfying.

tl;dr - Powers that fuck with reality need a 'fuck around and find out' clause to avoid breaking Sagume's tier list.

>>46131549
>It'd be nice for other writers if this new power had a way to be either exploited or countered like it was with just their connection and the bracelet, otherwise to defeat them there'll be need to just brute force it, which is never fun to write about
I gotcha. I'll make it so that it relies on both of them to work as well as sensitive to the state of the HSE. So, if you can separate the two or disorient one of them, they can't use it and if the HSE becomes damaged, so does their reference point so their accuracy goes down and they'll take psych damage as well. I imagine they're weak to someone like Suwako as well since she's a curse goddess and all.
>>46131604
>It's honestly really ridiculous how Goro went from having zero combat experience to being able to beat powerful opponents quite easily in such a short amount of time
The idea is that they're sort of a 'rejection' of Gensokyo's current state of dueling and individualism. In that respect: Seija has an ability that, in theory, is powerful, but she can't use it to the fullest because she's bullheaded, Goro has no combat experience, but is very familiar with Youkai and dealing with them without fighting, so the two go together like PB&J to do things a solo actor couldn't
>>46131787
One of their flips backfiring, 'you can't comprehend my unexplainable phenomena', or the tree becoming unstable are all good ways to do it.
In my head, what happens when they encounter Yuugi or Yuuka is "Oh shit. We don't have the firepower to deal with that!" and them desperately searching for a solution like tricking her into fighting someone else, getting her caught in someone else's crossfire, trying to exploit
a weak point, phoning a friend, or attempting to teleport them far away, which, given Gensokyo is rather small, would only buy time.

So in total, the weakness's will be something along the lines of: It's sensitive to the state of the HSE, the farther away they get from the building, the weaker the ability, if you disrupt one or the other they can't use it effectively, someone like Suwako(curse goddess) or Mima can probably pick up on the mechanics of what they're doing and disrupt it somehow, being able to pipe things out of existence doesn't necessarily help if the thing has a 'will', since that will buoyant it back to reality.

>>46131866
Oh and it'll get mentioned next chapter, but Chen knows about the ability, so Anon's Frens have that information ahead of time.

thank God it is over, my head hurts from trying to comprehend all this...
>>46131881
okay, will be on hold then!

>>46131866
Goro has no combat experience, but is very familiar with Youkai and dealing with them without fighting, so the two go together like PB&J to do things a solo actor couldn't

Was Goro taking magic and advanced physics classes offscreen? He just sorta got all these power ups and became one of the most powerful characters in the story.

What would it take to force Yukari to acknowledge that her shikigami family was always real even if she didn't want to see it?

>>46132192
>What would it take to force Yukari to acknowledge that her shikigami family was always real even if she didn't want to see it?

>>46132212
>Yukari being put on house arrest in Yuyuko's basement for the next 1000 years
A kino epilogue would be Chen visiting her during whatever visiting hours the ghost hag arranges.

>>46132013
Enough to the point where he and Seji could temporarily restrain Tenshi, one of the strongest people in Gensokyo.

>>46132013
anon, he's just an OC who can conveniently counter whoever he happens to be up against
I nearly stopped reading entirely when we were in that period where he and seija were showing up practically every two updates

>>46132013
>Was Goro taking magic and advanced physics classes offscreen?
The deal he made with Yukari was that they would defend the HSE, if she taught him the inner workings of it. So yes.
Yakumo tutelage is really the best! Yukari is not only beautiful, but intelligent!

>>46132374
Yeah, looking back, I narratively peaked when Seija twisted the knife in Goro's back and my mishandling of the tonal shift after that didn't live up to the moment. Although, at the time, it was looking like the plot was going to end in December, so I was sort of rushing along whatever ideas I had. Moral of the story: Take it Easy!
Thinking about it to, I think most of the other writers have taken turns shitting on the duo:
- Reimu styled on them
- Kasan Bodied them
- Mokou Immolated them
- Seiga threatened to shove a Christmas tree up their ass
Kind of makes me wish this project had more overlapping moments. It's really fun watching others reinterpret your writing in their own narrative.

>>46132600
in moments of reminiscence like these it's nice to remember that, despite all of our shortcomings and mistakes along the project, many great things were also done. For all writeranons, take a moment to think back of all the cool stuff you wrote together with others; cool things others wrote about your characters; things that came out of nowhere but you managed to handle as staples and develop in neat and interesting ways; ideas that came out of nowhere and you were anxious about, but that were welcomed with open arms. Don't let the bad cloud judgement, and never forget these happy day~!

>>46131787
Not any of the other anons, but I kinda assumed it was clear they needed eachother to do any of their cool gimmicks as well as them being so close in a stressful scenario with a lot on the line they could be prone to panic, defaulting to old tricks. I don't recall them experimenting with their powers without eachother.

Burning Tensoku Anon destroyed me and I hate it, because now I want to see Anon piloting Tensoku with Hana's prayers to Hakurei and I can't see how anyone could write that without it being cheesed and lame. It could have worked if the Kappa and Tensoku were foreshadowed earlier in the story. Rest in peace Tensoku.

>>46133939
You have your pilot right here! If she can't reach all the controls then it's a teamwork exercise!
Until someone forgets what button does what and activates 拳符「ロケットパンチ」by accident, ultimately providing only a minor contribution in the fight and probably gets bodies after. Maybe it knocks a convenient hole in the wall.

>>46133111
I used to be afraid of the Aya sex scene I wrote because I thought it was cringe. Now I realize that it probably still is cringe but the part where she calls Anon 'darling' is the one saving grace in that scene. Divine revelation, that line was.
I'll compliment each writefag/storyline since I vainly gave myself a pat on the back:
Rananon: Ran and Chen parts were a cute look at Anon's anguish and Yukari starting to split herself apart from Gensokyo for the sake of her delusions. I appreciate your cheerful energy itt.
Takaneanon: Really like Takane taking a pragmatic approach in the Gensokyo rape wonderland and the early Goro stuff was good physical suffering. The convoluted mess of quantum pregnancy was fun to read and re-read. Made my brain work for it.
Rikakoteneanon: It's refreshing to see PC-98 'hus alive. 'tene is a cute and her adventures will inspire millions of fairies to follow in her lead.
Mimanon: I love these hags jobbing and plotting like you wouldn't believe. It's nice to see a character that can recognize how absurd the situation is and choose to tackle it. Hana got a good friend.
Yuyukoanon: You stole my secret plot device early on and made it better, so I kneel before you.
Hananon: Thank you and I'm sorry.
Abusemuanon: Thank you and I'm sorry.
Patchyanon1: I will never forget you.
Patchyanon2: The SoL of being trapped inside a brothel was done great. The meta posting was peak.
Suzuanon: You did the Villager perspective great. The powerlessness she feels was conveyed perfectly.
Whoever did the first Yuuka part: It was the perfect mix of cute/sadist fandom Yuuka being integrated into HSE. Props.
Whoever made Hammer Kasen: Thank you for solving the issue of Kasen with sex.
Flowchartanon: Thank you for making my line so goddamn big and putting up with my convoluted timeline of posting. I'll maybe stop procrastinating on my writing. Possibly. Just one more extra...
Relationship chartanon: Thank you for making this glyph that I'll pay to have carved into bronze one day so it can outlive me. It genuinely helps me remember there are more than 3 gap children in this story to wreck havoc. I'm sorry for calling you flowchartanon once, I liked the Cirno storyline a lot.
Everyone who ever shitposted a suggestion or shitposted in general: Thank you for your invaluable contributions

Anyone I missed: Sorry, I appreciate your contributions. We couldn't have gotten here without you.
Anyone I complimented more than once: idgaf, you got 2 compliments.

>>46119736
(Part 11)
Anon was completely out of breath. Seeing Yuuka here, he sat down near the rooftop access. Between her and Coach, he hedged his bets on Yuuka. Hopefully the flowers would keep her calm.

Instead of making a scene, Yuuka just kept re-arranging the planters. After his heart rate finally leveled out, Anon took notice of what she was doing: Most of these planters were placed randomly. Some sensitive flowers were at the mercy of the unrelenting midday sun.

Now that he had enough air to survive, Anon broke the silence. “Sorry for disturbing you. I’ve just been having a crazy day. Did you see anyone else come by?”

“Nobody’s been up here but us. It seems the workers paid little mind to these young ones, and the guests miss them for the rest of this school’s oddities.” She was careful while transporting her precious pots of life, a picture of elegance and warmth. Although, she held them a full arm’s-length away from her uniform. Seeing a few fresh droplets on the floor, Anon realized his visit this morning was the reason why.

“That’s fine, I’d like some quiet time. Let me give you hand with this.” Spotting daffodils near the edge of the roof, he got to work on transporting the delicate beauties to a more suitable environment.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’m fine, really. You seem tired. Have you even eaten yet?” The Flower Master’s revitalizing outfit contrasted with the gentle concern on her face.

“That’s a good question. Just an omelette and a few bites of chocolate. I can share some of Ran’s brownies with you? I know I’m supposed to eat it myself, but I think I should pace myself. Plus, dessert tastes sweeter with friends.” Most of the planters had been swapped, brown rings scattered across the rooftop. There was just a group of green orchids that needed to move.

The smell of sunflowers manifested behind Anon before he turned around. He caught Yuuka’s disapproving glare staring back at him. “That won’t do. Please let me take care of these and sit down. I’ll share my bento with you.” With no escape, Anon presented the green orchids to the master gardener.

“You’re the boss. Here you go, Yuuka.” Strangely, Yuuka hesitated before taking the flowers from him. He scrutinized the green orchids to see if anything was wrong with them. Maybe a bug had gotten on it? Nope, everything was fine. They were practically begging to go with Yuuka. After a while, she blushed and carried the delicate stalks to join their friends.

Finding a spot to sit near a bushel of gardenias, Anon waited for Yuuka to finish her arrangements. Instead of a simple perimeter around the roof, the plants now felt like part of the environment. They breathed life into the sterile concrete of their temporary home. The vitality radiating from the greenery was matched only by the green-haired gardener whom took a seat next to him. Reaching into her bag, she unveiled a hearty slab of grilled steak on fluffy white rice with a knife and chopsticks. Cutting off a bite-sized cube, she picked it up and held it in front of Anon. “You want a piece?”

“Sure. Do you have an extra pair of sticks? I’ve got none.” Yuuka’s blank stare told him that wasn’t the case. “Right… I think I’m good.” That apparently wasn’t good for Yuuka. Insistently, she held the cube of grilled meat close to Anon’s face and turned the knife in her other hand towards him.

“Eat. You can cut, and I’ll feed us.” With no real reason to refuse and a knife in play, Anon acquiesced. For the rest of lunch, he quietly sat and shared a meal with her.
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How did things end up like this?!

The only reason Yuuka joined this contest was because Shinki and Mima convinced her they had a plan to save Anon! Yet, all she saw was Mima failing, Yukari playing dress-up, Yuugi challenging her to feats of strength, and Shinki starting Danmaku fights because Alice isn’t married. The only thing worth her time here were the plants. She could only catch a glimpse of them before first bell, freshly watered by Anon. The poinsettias may not have survived the day if he hadn’t intervened.

Now they were alone together. While she was trying to think of a way to thank him, he made it clear he was expecting someone else. Figures, someone else managed to get a rooftop date with Anon before she even had a chance to say hello. But the oddities didn’t stop: He handed her a green orchid and invited her to sit near a bushel of gardenias! One meant fertility and refinement, the other hidden love… Not to mention the strong musk coming from him: He smelled like a hard day’s work in the garden. At times, his gaze was even… predatory. He was a young man now, his body must be playing with his good sense!

And yet, she was feeding him cuts of beef while indirectly kissing him with her chopsticks. She dared not disturb this peace with her confession, just for Yukari to ruin it. This moment was perfect.

>>46134286
(Part 12)
Full of starch and protein, Yuuka and Anon let the almost-natural sunlight seep into their bones. As she considered nodding off, the gardener looked to Anon and saw his hand was completely defenseless. If she started holding it now, maybe she’d be able to make the ten minutes before Class H. While he was asleep, she could confess her love, kiss him, then when he woke up, offer him a chocolate. She could finally protect him from Yukari.

The moment she touched his shoulder, the bell rang and Anon woke up. “Ahhh. Thanks for keeping me company, Yuuka. I have to head to class now.” As Anon got up and gathered his belongings, Yuuka’s chance began to walk away.
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“Wait, you have Class H, right? We can walk there together!” Yuuka was tugging on Anon’s sleeve. He likely didn’t have a choice to say no in this matter.

“Sure thing. I think it’s just down the stairs and to the right? It’s weird the Discipline Committee's office is so close to it. I’m guessing the students are supposed to be either the worst behaved or the most mature.”

“They’re both.” Yuuka sounded certain of herself. The short walk down to the classroom was interrupted by a woman with purple hair and the tightest fit into a seifuku Anon had ever seen.

“Anon! There you are! Come, you need to head to the Discipline office immediately! I’ll escort you there.” Kanako reached to grab Anon before being intercepted by Yuuka’s grasp.

“Why? He hasn’t done anything wrong.” The threat in Yuuka’s voice was obvious for anyone to hear. Students heading down the hallways quickly reversed their paths.

“He got the headmistress drunk on campus. I think it would work out best for him he ‘confessed’ and ‘stayed’ at the office for Shikieiki to decide his punishment now, or else the consequences later might be worse.” A second conversation was happening over Anon’s head. Nobody was being honest with him:—not even Kanako! She never set foot once in the HSE! Yet just like Sanae and everyone else, she was part of some bigger plot only he was ignorant to!

“Is this another Valentine’s Day thing? If it is, I’d rather just sit through class. It can’t be worse than the rest of my day.” The second he reached for the door handle, the united might of the Goddess of Wind and Rain and the Master of Four Seasons started pulling him down the corridor. “Hey, what gives?!”

“Are you really looking out for his best interests? With an outfit like that, I wouldn’t doubt for a second you have chocolate stashed away in that room!” Yuuka’s scathing accusations didn’t affect her grip.

“Yes, she just found out about a hidden clause from one of the workers—A Myouren monk. As long as he lasts until the end of school, he’s golden! And th-this is a perfectly fine uniform! I only made cookies last night because Sanae might need a second batch! I’m just here to make sure she’s doing okay back in school!” Even if he wasn’t sure exactly what the topic was, Anon could tell Kanako was being less than truthful.

“If you really want me to go, maybe you could ask me instead of forcing me!” Indignant and frustrated, Anon lashed out at the pair. He was done being strung along! All day long, girls were passing him around like a doll and this school a dollhouse! And damn it, they kept pressing their tits against him like he was a cold, emotionless sage! He was at his breaking point!

The door to Class H slammed open. From the open doorway, a young girl about Anon’s age strutted towards him. His eyes were focused on her golden locks and delicate features. She had the mien of a princess. No, an empress. In a word, she was enchanting.

“Now now, ladies. Are you trying to keep Anon from getting to class on time?” The two ladies exchanged rough looks before letting their captive go. As Anon walked closer to the new girl, they walked close behind him. Yet, Anon didn’t notice. All he could focus on was the beautiful girl in front of him.

“Th-thanks for the help. I don’t think we’ve met before. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?”

“Fu-fu.” A jolt of panic raced through Anon’s spine as the familiar laugh pierced his ears and her lips cracked a dangerous grin. “You may call me Merry, Anon.” As soon as it came, his fear faded under her silken voice. “Excuse me for just a moment.” ‘Merry’ pulled out her phone and quickly began typing. After a chime came from Yuuka and Kanako, Merry didn’t put her phone away. Instead, she showed the screen directly to Anon. A series of red and blue flashes enveloped his vision. Then, he was gone.
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This bitch…!

~~~
5. No interrupting other people’s confessions unless they’ve been rejected
~~~

“Now, Anon, come join me in front of the class so they may see us both and shudder!” Silently, Anon followed her. Yukari wasn’t even pretending anymore. She cheated, and she won.

>>46134682
(Part 13)
There was much to explore about modern Japanese school culture. After gapping various magazines and literature into her hands, one day Yukari found out about the most powerful technology used by students. With this technology, even the most disgusting, lazy, worthless man could convince anyone to love him unconditionally. All it did was unearth the intrinsic desires of its victims and enforce it.

This technology went by many names. To her, the most elegant was the most simple: Hypnosis App.

Yukari stood before the classroom of wretched women attempting in vain to recapture their youth (and Yuyuko) with her soul mate obediently standing beside her. Eirin had her nose in a book, trying to hide her jealousy. Okina sat with a smug look on her face, desperate to maintain her facade of sapphic indifference to Yukari’s happiness. But, Yuugi, Kasen and Byakuren were honest. Their shock and awe was a sweet succor to Yukari’s great triumph! And poor Kanako and Yuuka, trying so desperately to find love that they latched onto the closest man with a pulse! Too bad he was already taken! But most important of all was the camera displaying a live feed of Class H to every room in the school! Seethe in anger at the young debutante that is Yukari Yakumo!

“I’m sure all of you are well aware by now that there is nothing you can do to stop me! As the Hypnosis App can only awaken the dormant desires already buried in it’s target, it means Anon can no longer deny his feelings for me! What’s more, his acceptance of my confession is by his will, no matter how weak it may be!” Their anger was exhilarating! Such impotent rage, straining against their tight shirts~

Finally, Yukari turned to Anon, staring straight into his vacant eyes. “Anon. You’ll hold my hand, won’t you?”

A flat, emotionless voice responded. “Of course, my love.” Anon took hold of Yukari’s left hand, squeezing it to convey every pulse of his devotion. She nearly fainted on the spot at the brazen display of affection, but she wasn’t done yet!

“Anon, you’ll accept my chocolate of love, won’t you?” With her free hand, Yukari pulled a small box from her skirt. Inside was an artisanal white chocolate heart made by the finest chocolatier in Spain. Placing it on her thin index finger, she pushed the tiny treat towards Anon’s lips as he licked it clean.

His voice was deeper. Full of need. “It’s delicious, my love. But it pales in comparison to your skin.”

“My my, how salacious! Not here, Anon!” Unfortunately, he stopped at her word.

“Are you gonna kiss him yet or keep beating around the bush? We have badminton practice after school!” Okina’s jeers didn’t matter to her. This wasn’t Okina’s moment or Yuuka’s moment or even Anon’s moment. This privilege, this RIGHT belonged to her and her alone!

“Anon, would you like a kiss from me?”

“Yes. I’d do anything for a kiss from you! Please, darling, what do you require of me?” The process was taking root. It was nearly complete. Just one last push.

“Tell me I’m the only woman you love.”

“You are the only woman I could ever love. Nobody could hold a candle to you, Honey.” Yukari felt goosebumps as her man confessed.

“Prove it. Tell me how much all those other women disgust you! Tell me, in front of every woman who yearns for you!

“Of course, my darling. There is one old, disgusting, vile woman whom makes my skin crawl just thinking about her. Every facet of her being is pure evil.” There was no forgiveness in his voice: Just revulsion.

“Go on. Tell me more about her.” This was golden. By time she was done, every woman in Gensokyo would know how much Anon truly hated them!

Anon took a deep breathe. “She is vain, finding no fault in herself. It’s borne of willful ignorance. She refuses every part of reality that does not conform to her narrow view of the world. She grasps at youth despite being well past her prime. She presents herself as a beacon of truth and goodness, but she’s nothing but a lying, jealous, thieving, desperate attention-seeker!” He stood and addressed not just Yukari, but his shocked audience and the camera. He was truly getting into it! “To call her an attention-whore would imply she has any sexual worth, but her loneliness is enough evidence that nobody has or ever will ever seek her company! She lacks in bed, home and motherliness! To call her a woman is an insult to women as a whole!”

“Now, tell me the name of this old, undesirable waste of space!” The anticipation was killing her. Could it be Marisa? Maybe Kanako, the permavirgin goddess! Ooh, who’s heart was Anon breaking today?!”

“Her name is Yakumo Yukari, the gap hag of Gensokyo!” Silence filled the room. The dull sound of distant laughter reverberated through the floor. Okina nearly fell out of her seat.

“A-Anon?”

“Yes, my lovely Merry?”

>>46134712
TOTAL
YUKARI
JOBBING

>>46134185
delightful posting, started my day with a smile, and I'm sure it put a smile on the face of others too~! Thanks for this, Ayaanon!
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>>46134682
>>46134712
you know, considering Yukari latest delusion, that sheer amount of unadulterated hatred probably made her orgasm in the front of the whole class...
thanks for the chapters!

>>46108908
This reminds me: on a scale from Yuuka to Alice, how big of a disaster would Hatate's trip to the >H>S>E be?

>>46134712
>>46134682
That was a good wakeup read, like good coffee
I can't believe 'Merry' jobbed this hard, that was rather intense. At the very least Yukari probably is only more into him now.

>>46134712
>“Her name is Yakumo Yukari, the gap hag of Gensokyo!”
It was over the second she called it 'class H', Gappy is really her own worst enemy.

>>46134682
>trapped in a Yuuka/Kanako sandwich
God I wish that were me

>>46135869
Probably Alice-tier. She got thrashed at the front door and knows Yukari could sink her claws into her if she got too involved, just like Aya. The incense is nice too, so she'd have her wits about her all the way through.
She also knows exactly how Aya got pregnant and how many times Anon's bloodline was stolen. I bet she'd get cocky, absolutely certain she won't make the same mistake as Aya. Then Anon or Dolly would catch her snooping around the medicine cabinet or is wardrobe and she'd fly away like a bat out of hell. That or Anon's getting tengu'd again as a defensive reaction.

>>46114262
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My body is tired, my bones hurt, and I have shaken so many hands that I feel like mine should fall off at any moment. My smile has been stuck to my face for almost thirteen hours straight. I’m starving, constantly occupied with conversations or outlining various aspects of my plans, including past and current affairs, to adults who seem incapable of thinking by themselves… I mentally inhale and exhale, trying my hardest to maintain my façade while releasing the anger stemming from fatigue and frustration. The moon is high outside, and the village has already been engulfed in darkness and gossip alike.

Mr. Hieda messed up.

The fact that a tengu had quietly approached him and tricked him into publicly admitting the terrifying extent of his lies was not shocking at all. After that, it took only two hours before those who hadn't seen my revolution for themselves and those that disagreed arrived and started to either talk or fight—Mokou… 'calmly' dealt with the latter, and the former spawned a lot more words, conversations, explanations, and so on.

Suzu returned when she heard about what happened to Mr. Hieda, so at least all the workload wasn't solely on mine and Mystia's shoulders.

Also…

“16 fried lampreys; 4 rice balls with c-cicada filling; 1 scholar's ginkgo; 1 Sichuan boiled fish; and a peach tapioca—coming through!” Mystia joyfully cried out as she and Suzu came back from the kitchen carrying the food, their infectious smiles spreading to the faces of everyone in the living room. Similar to love, the stomach is the pathway that leads to a person's thinking brain~

I joyfully take my plate and beverage, “Thank you, Mystia!”

Mokou grinned broadly as she squeezed herself onto my side to take her own plate. “Thanks, birdie~!”

“Don't worry, you two; it’s my pleasure~can't forget the 2 baby bottles too!” She gives one to Mokou and one to me, Aki now on my lap; the immortal feeds Mochi on hers and eats at the same time, looking a little silly and clumsy… Just the way Mochi seems to like~

Before I ate my own meal, I calmly fed Aki the entire baby bottle; the smoked honey ginkgo soothed my weary body. “So good~” Conversation filled the air, not as heated up or thoughtful, though much lighter in prosody and heart…

Especially the men that surrounded Mystia when she sat down to eat her meal. “N-No, I'm not married…”

“Do you want to be? I know I want—and today has made me consider cute youkai women a lot, ha!” A manly voice.

“W-W-Well… I-I dunno, heh…” You could taste the flushed face in these words.

“Your hair smells so nice~” another male voice.

“GAH?!”

“And your wings are so fluffy—just imagine falling asleep on top of these cute things after a hard day of work… Heaven.” Yet another male voice. Mystia was positively fuming in embarrassment.

“P-p-p-pl-plea-se, n-not the w-wings; they're sensitive!”

The three men erupt into laughter with her stutter, and Mystia has to cover her face; her hands are searing in the heat just like a lamprey.

Watching this scene play out makes me grin: a pretty woman without a husband who can cook this well, with a level head on her shoulders and just the right amount of inherent awkwardness to make it endearing... I look to my side, and Mokou raises an eyebrow—reminds me of someone~

—She moves forward, kissing me with a mouthful of incredibly spicy fish—gah!! It burns!! “Why?!” I ask, Mochi giggling.

“You were bullying me in your mind, right?” She asks with a smug, and all evidence she needs is my quiet after I hastily down my sparrow sake. “Heh, knew it! Don't take after her, you two! Your uncool mother is a menace!” Laughter flares around me and it's impossible not to blush in embarrassment…

Even more impossible is ridding myself of this silly smile.

Eating good food after a harsh day of teaching and explaining complex concepts to wide-eyed, curious people; a strong arm over my shoulders pulling me close to the furiously beating heart inside the rather plain chest of the woman I love; my two children happy—people throughout the day even approached and asked to hold and play with them~!

I look at Suzu and other women teasing Mystia, the men throwing compliments left and right, all eating food made by a youkai without paying a second glance…

… Fear does destroy opportunities like these, huh?

Aki's little babbles demand attention, so I nestle her head onto my breast, resting her ear against my throbbing heart. Her wings flap softly up and down—love. “Feeling happy, my little girl?” She giggles, her gleeful eyes narrowing and her cute face wrinkling with delight. It's almost enough to make me cry. “… Me too. That's yours and your brother's fault~”

A kiss lands on my head's crown. “Can I share the blame with them?” I hum in delight.

As requested, Mystia started to sing, and for a brief while, I was reminded of the night her voice had blinded me and brought all of those monsters…

… Her voice sounds angelic.

My smile is sweet, and I kiss Aki’s hair.

>>46138984
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A thousand heavy boots followed by harsh knocks on the front door make my smile fade away, and I lock these happy memories deep in my mind. True happiness is transient, a luxury that should be kept close to the heart… Justly difficult to find, too.

It wouldn't taste as sweet otherwise.

I maintain the kiss on Aki's head for just a moment longer, savoring true happiness before whispering a promise there: “Don't worry, my little girl… I'll build our happiness.” The next moment, Mokou—tense like a glacier, eyes focused as embers sprinkled around us like a rain of diamonds—gently takes Aki out of my arms; Mystia approaches, mouth a line and hands together mimicking a prayer position. Suzu comes next, and despite the unusual tension lacing her face, she looked determined.

The three women's unmistakable, steadfast support makes my heart sing, and as I make my way toward the front door in the quiet stillness under puzzled, frightened, and determined looks, I know I’m not alone.

I open the door softly, as if casual.

Mr. Hieda's face is demonic.

Mine is a placid smile. “Mr. Hieda, good evening.” I bow slightly to him, his hands together. About twenty men surround him, all openly armed with weapons outside humans have stopped using—ancient revolvers and bolt-action rifles, Mr. Hieda himself sporting a revolver tucked in his obi—a wave of fear spreads within, though it’s rapidly frozen by determination. He might be delusional, but he's not about to defile Akyuu's memory like this…

… Nevertheless, I am relieved that I can feel the temperature rising as the armed men tremble at Mokou's murderous glance. Not Mr. Hieda. “Look at you, a demon in human skin…” He spews with palpable wrath, hidden hands trembling, eyes narrowing. He glances inside, his eyes going from the intense Mokou cuddling our kids; a pale Kosuzu staring straight into the weapons; and Mystia, who moved to shield Suzu—she might be the weakest youkai of Gensokyo, but at this moment, those bright eyes were as violent as Mokou's. “… A demon and her followers.”

“No one here is a demon, Mr. Hieda. We're all people who want a better Gensokyo for—”

“—I've heard of your lies again and again!” He points a finger at my face, but I don't give him the satisfaction of backing down. His brigade holds tighter to their weapons, everything under the morbidly curious, enraged and even amused gawking of villagers inside and outside my house, people having followed him and his men to witness the purpose of twenty men dressed like the samurai of old and armed to the teeth…

It was to fight one teacher.

The moonlight painted this moment in beautiful silver.

“You think that sending a tengu to trick me into playing on your hand changes anything?! You still come off as an unsavory individual that endangers the regular person's life by bringing those abominations here—”

—I suddenly step closer, now face to face with the man; eight weapons’ barrels are pressed against my body, “STAY AWAY FROM MR. HIE—”

Wings of fire unfold behind me and the men wince back, trembling weapons ready to pepper bullets at the burning figure that towers behind me, one hand holding the top of the door frame and eyes, crimson like blood, exuding a deep-seated rage that could burn a man to ashes by itself… But not Mr. Hieda, who had his revolver against my stomach. No, those two did not waver. “I'm getting sick of you; you stomped my fucking garden… I will murder you all and set your clan's home on fire if even one bloody shrapnel grazes HER OR MY FUCKING HOUSE!” Mokou yells it with utter rage and cadence…

No one can misunderstand it; this is not a lie.

I feel a surge of pride, but I reserve it for next time we are in bed. “You won't do that, Mokou.” I say firmly, and her head whips to me. “You won't do that because Mr. Hieda won't shoot.” Mr. Hieda cocks the revolver, spinning the cylinder, not looking amused. My heart is about to burst out of my chest— “Because he knows Akyuu would hate him forever if he’d do so.”

His eyes go wide, firmness of his hand breaks, and the revolver shakes; my skin feels cold…

… Aki, Mochi…

Is your mother being a fool? I'm afraid he'll shoot, I don’t know him; the extent of his hatred… Mokou wouldn't be able to react in time—don’t blame her, please; she’d have to fight them—and I'd bleed out in my own house… I don't wanna die. I don't wanna lose you…

Still, it's my responsibility to give you a great life, my utter hope that continuing to live will pay off with your happiness.

Your mother has gone through worst, and even if she'll always fear her death, no matter what, she'll keep moving forward…

Because your mother loves you two a lot.

I don't dodge Mr. Hieda's gaze, his men still pointing their weapons at us, Mokou's fire gently touching my skin—'I'm here'. “Mr. Hieda, there is no 'abomination' here. No gods, kings, demons, or such—only people. So, will you join us to talk as a man… or as an abomination your daughter will forever despise?”

for suzuanon: sorry for taking the Suzu again, will need her because of her last chapters. Tonight or tomorrow she's free again!

>>46138984
That crowd of guys proposing marriage to Mystia? All me.

>>46138994
>Gap sage has completely lost her mind and is either dead or locked away indefinitely in a padded cell
>Oni sage has retreated to her sekai on a "meditative retreat" for the foreseeable future
>Backdoor sage has been cancelled following several high-profile allegations of pedophilia
>Her father went mad with grief after her death and disgraced the Hieda clan, which has been de facto overthrown by her best friend
>Said friend is now pushing for integration
>The villagers are openly marrying each other off with youkai
>Anon's got half of youkai mountain and the forest of magic pregnant and their parents want to send their kids to school
>The rape bonanza that led to all this has gained sentience and the brothel is now a permanent fixture in the village
>The brain of the moon, inspired by all this, has birthed three separate god emperors of mankind and is actively working on the primarchs
>The daitengu have been toppled by a protracted campaign of outside world jihad, the tabloid press have taken over
>The fairies have collectively will a new goddess of nature into existence who HATES frogs
Man, Akyuu is in for an interesting reincarnation

>>46133939
i mean it still could happen its just need to be written the right way, besides the idea of Anon fighting alongside Reimu and Hana in the finale is a idea i would really like to see

>>46133939
>Cheesed and lame
Cheesed? Absolutely. Lame? You suggest that it's lame for Nitori to force override Soku into flying toward the HSE, draining her mental strength completely. Then Anon, seeing his friends in strife and Nitori sacrificing her safety for him and Gensokyo, gets in the cockpit. All of Anon's trauma and fears are redoubled on him, burying his psyche in a pit of despair. But, his burning soul breaks through and becomes one with Soku, giving him the strength to grind Yukari into super robotic dust.

But, this catches the eye of the battle maniac Konngara. With deadly precision and savage strength, she cuts Soku limb from limb. All that remains of the once great enlightened iron idol is the nervous connection to his left arm, and Anon at the helm.

And that's all he needs.

>>46140172
Still cannot believe we live in the best timeline. Hopefully Keine's not!nazi regime won't have taxes, otherwise she's setting herself up to be overthrown by the next wide-eyed insurrection
>>46140257
>Anon fighting alongside Reimu and Hana in the finale is a idea i would really like to see
that sounds fucking amazing, damn. With or without Hisou, just the whole Hakurei family mending their broken bonds and fighting together against the person that fucked their lives (Reimu's memory wipe and lonely childhood, Anon and Hana's case are obvious); the thematics of Hana never letting herself be chained down ever again; Anon taking his life back on his hand for the first time ever and Reimu lifting her gohei not for duty, but for the people she cares for...
I'm praying we can do that, it sounds like the most hype thing ever

>>46140361
>And that's all he needs.
Girls are praying.
Tensoku punches through his cockpit, grabs anon and throws him at yukari.
Anon becomes shielded with the blessings of Hakurei thanks to the praying defeated girls of gensokyo.
Final confrontation ensues.

>>46139195
Very cool! You're a visionary, Anon; the future is youkai wives!

Would you say that this artwork perfectly presented Hana?

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>>46138994
Keine is so brave, truly the leader Gensokyo needs right now.

>>46139020
It's no issue. Looking forward to what you'll do!

>>46142042
fits more Reimu, since Hana is more polite with humans. If Renko was a Youkai she'd be a fuming pile before even attempting to show that picture

>>46134185
>Now I realize that it probably still is cringe but the part where she calls Anon 'darling' is the one saving grace in that scene.
Thats just how it is, I refuse to die before I can wipe the files that contain my hundreds of pages of erotic touhou fanfic from my HD.

>>46146329
... same

>>46134185
Thanks for the compliment, although I'm still disappointed I never was able to make some smut for this I was satisfied with.
Happy yo keep up the chart though, will probably add more boxes next time.

>>46138994
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Six inches long and.455 caliber, though the revolver's barrel pressed up against my belly quivers slightly in Mr. Hieda's hand, a bullet from this close will hit. The weapon dates back to the Great War, which I studied in great detail before beginning my own revolution—I ignore the irony; it was also a pistol-shaped ember that ignited that nightmare…

… I could kill Mr. Hieda with danmaku, but he—in reflex—and his men would still shoot and hit something. Mokou wouldn’t be able to block all bullets; the living room behind us is full of people… Mochi, Aki…

My hands sweat, staring deep inside his eyes of venom and delusion. Despite my words and Mokou's flames, I feel cold yet still am drenched in sweat…

Mr. Hieda sneers, dodging my eyes to stare at Mokou's murderous, piercing gaze. She’d be the death of his clan if things went awry.

… Almost gently, the revolver's barrel recedes, with Mr. Hieda taking a step back before tucking the thing away in his obi. “Lower your weapon, my samurai—but be ready; five will follow me inside… We'll talk to the devil.” Finally, he joins his hands, ancient eyes cold with deep scorn.

It takes all of me to not sigh of relief at the sight of weapons being lowered and fingers leaving triggers, immediately turning and opening space for the men, saying before proceeding past Mokou, who had moved to the side, “Please, take off your shoes.” Mr. Hieda didn't hesitate and took off his, putting them away in the crowded kougen. His men seemed concerned before following his lead, the heavy-duty boots drowning out the others shoes.

People outside kept watching, a legion of curious villagers and disguised Youkai that usually are solely in the HSE district; inside, however, some of mine had hurried left, mumbling words of deep fear—no one stopped them, though Mokou and those that remained made sure to yield each 'coward' a glare of disappointment. I do not blame those who fled when the real threat of a revolution became apparent, and even though it stings, these people—Mokou standing behind me, Mystia by my left holding tightly to my hand, hers trembling, and Suzu by my right holding my sweetly oblivious children—help to ease my pain.

The now empty couch parallel to mine was solely taken by Mr. Hieda, his armed men standing behind him; surrounding us were the villagers that remained—even Mystia's little masculine entourage kept to her side, much to the night sparrow’s struggling blush~

In the suffocating atmosphere, Mr. Hieda started: “Those words you said about Akyuu, Devil, are all lies.”

“You got a fucking mouth on you, huh?” Mokou scowls, and I feel my blood cool. “Stop calling her a 'devil' and show some respect, else I'll—”

“Mokou, please—”

“I'll address you later, red demon.” Mokou growled but contained herself. Mystia tenses up, looking between us, and Mokou whispers ‘sorry’ to me. I gulped the tension down. “My Akyuu would've seen through your lies the same way I did and would've done the necessary to keep us safe from youkai.” He spits, turning his eyes to Suzu, who seems to freeze. “You of all people should feel ashamed of yourself. You know how much Akyuu loved her home—her people, her culture, and her village. You two were like sisters in your earlier years… Yet here you are, working with Youkai to defile all that—for what purpose, Motoori-san? What sick desire are you fulfilling by working against what my Akyuu loved so much?” The spiteful words hit true, methodical in her cruelty.

I was prepared to step in and stop the vicious and open personal attack, but Suzu cut me off, her wide, tense eyes yet determined. “M-Mr. Hieda, with all due respect… Akyuu would've fought against the HSE with teeth and nails.” Mr. Hieda scowls at the abrupt topic, opening his mouth to cut her off, but Suzu's voice bears monolithic strength: belief. “Yet you haven't raised a finger against it.” Her bells ring with a head motion, arms holding tighter to my babies, the man's gaze turning into piercing knives that aimed to threaten, but Suzu kept going anyway. “Akyuu loved the village, but what you don't seem to understand is that she not only loved the village; she wanted the best for it—she wouldn't have fought the HSE because of its youkai, but because it is a cancer in our community… What have you done to better our community this past year, Mr. Hieda?” There is no answer—an answer by itself. “I believe that if Akyuu were here right now… she'd be sitting by my side and not yours. Thank you for listening.” Suzu respectfully and silently bowed down beneath the enraged gaze of Mr. Hieda and his men, the latter glancing around with confused and anxious eyes that cried out ‘displaced.’ But much to Suzu's embarrassment, the audience chose to show their support with applause and encouraging remarks.

“Well said,” I whisper to her with a voice full of pride before addressing Mr. Hieda, my worn mind invigorated by how well the discussion started for our side—can't waste this momentum!

>>46148495
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It fills you with pride to watch the person you love succeed, though I struggle to hide it and keep my war face, a rather easy task when the old sack of bones sitting across my bride-to-be acts as the most insufferable precious little victim I've ever had the displeasure of knowing, ignoring every point Keine tried to elaborate on and the minutiae of our rebellion. Deaf and dismissive, the worst combination. “We didn't hire a tengu to deceive you, Mr. Hieda. It is more likely that Aya Shameimaru, who conducted an interview on me this morning, told people in her circle and that is why that reporter pursued you. The blame is not ours.” Keine tries to reassure him, but all he does is frown, the revolver in his obi shuffling and making the night sparrow flinch. I mull for a moment, then place a hand on her shoulder, heavy and sure. Mystia jolts, gives me a side glance… Then rebuilds her poise, trying to mimic Keine's soundness as best she can. It's cute. “Nor the blame for the things you have said.”

“I do not believe a word of that, nor have I spoken a lie, woman!” His incredulity is palpable. “With your powers, there's no need for Eientei… You magically aborted my little girl, devil.” My eyebrow twitches, mouth purses, and it takes a lot to not commit heinous acts in front of my children. This jiji…

“Mr. Hieda, you keep saying that, yet you have no proof but that they were… 'revealed to you in dreams'.” A low laugh sounded from the crowd of villagers as Suzu spoke. “You've almost ruined a person's life, and you don't even have tangible proof to back it up? Please, stop tainting the Hieda name.” It was cathartic to watch the growing bewilderment and embarrassment behind those ‘scary samurai masks' of the men behind Mr. Hieda, who weren't laughing like the fool in the crowd was.

“Thank you, Suzu,” Keine bowed with a smile before returning to Mr. Hieda. “Beside all those points, this revolution is not just about me; it's about a way we can change relations between humans and youkai—it's about the world that we’ll leave for our children, which also means the world Akyuu will live in.” She gestured to Suzu, who tenderly put Aki and Mochi on her arms. Keine's automatic smile as her hands caught them made my posture soften, if only for an instant. Mr. Hieda's disdain only deepened—strangely, though, it wasn’t the same outrage he had displayed up until now. A millennium ago, when I'd see my reflection, that same anger would be present. I doubt I’ll ever forget those eyes on the water’s surface—my eyes—staring at me as if seeing the beast itself… “This one is Aki, and this is Mochi. They're my children, and the Gensokyo I want to leave for them is one that'll welcome them as the civilized—” Mochi grabbed a lock of platinum hair to munch on~ “—people they'll grow to be.”

“You goddamn retard, they're youkai; they’re born monsters!”

“They weren't born monsters; no one is, Mr. Hieda!” Keine's voice rose, sharp and tense, though it softened soon after. “… Circumstances and choices—those make us who we are. These are mere babies. They may be murderers or monsters in the future; who knows…? But today, here in my arms, they're just my son and daughter.” She gently passes Mochi back to Suzu, the boy joyfully trying to reach for the librarian's bells. Gently, Keine then stroked Aki's sparse pinkish hair, her tiny wings slowly flapping up and down. “… Akyuu's death was hard for everyone, but for you, it was devastating.”

“Silence! She didn't fully die! She's waiting on the Sanzu! She'll come back that same girl, and it would've been sooner if you hadn't—”

“—What'll be there for her when she comes back, Mr. Hieda?!” She cuts him, the man's eyes wide and forehead sweaty. “It was devastating for you, but what did you make out of the hardships her departure caused? You didn't improve as a person; you didn't better the world for her next incarnation, despite having the power—the support—to do so… No, you've spent years lying to yourself and that's it.”

“You don't know a thing about me, you devil…” He utters, eyes narrowing dangerously. But Keine didn't back down. Not with our daughter in her arms.

“You'd do anything for your daughter.” Said without hesitation or doubt, no words spoken back; All Mr. Hieda could do was uncomfortably stare inside her eyes. “… Would you become better for the next Akyuu? Would you let the wounds of her passing heal, Mr. Hieda? Because we can do that together! We can make the village better and provide a less fearful and challenging life for the next Akyuu! The HSE, for all the bad it represents, has shown that youkai and humans can live together, even love together… Please give this change the chance it deserves—let’s work to leave a better Gensokyo for our children!” Keine's eyes were wide and overwhelming, and every muscle in my body felt tense. This could be it.

Do or break…

… Years of lying, of hiding behind delusion. Hopefully, the disgrace of a man will see the truth for once.

>>46148524
Imagine Akyuu visiting Anon in the HSE lol, Keine and Suzu had better thank the yama every day that she died before having to see this bullshit

>>46148913
>Imagine Akyuu visiting Anon in the HSE
considering how well mannered and lectured she is, she probably would resist well the incense or at least notice she's under the influence of something and bail out before it forces her to do the act. Though in a more dark route her power would never let her forget the allure of the HSE and our sweet Akyuu would live perpetually horny and craving Anon, thus starting a corruption arc.
Any way would've been fun to have her around, but I'm also very glad she'd dead and not having to deal with Yukari's monolithic bullshit

What would happen if Anon’s future and alternate kids, like Okina, Flandre, and even a kid version of Reimu whose mother got together with anon, were to be transported during this Shrine experience situation? Absolute Complete chaos and anarchy?

>>46148495
>>46148524
Suzu is so brave! A true fighter for the future! Brining up Akyuu actually works really well for me, so thanks for that!

>>46150676
>first a gakursn spin-off, now we might even get a time travel 'fix-it'
kek, that'd be fucking insane and extremely retarded, albeit funny to read about, as is most shitposting
>>46150676
Her determination and humanity in the party were really inspiring, such struggle breeds courage and action~go, go, Suzu!
>spoiler
great to know!

>>45869116
Kanako stood at the Genbu Ravine calming herself. This was the time to put on her businesses face and focus on the task at hand. A wandering mind would do her no good in this discussion, as it would require tact to handle well. It would be hard to handle negations when the back on her mind was drifting away imagining the potential contents of upcoming tasteful erotic art. It really was an issue flying right from her meeting with that tengu to the kappa, but it was nothing a few moments of medication couldn't handle. Kanako closed her eyes and tried to imagine anything but holding that man in her arms, holding him close and-

“You needed me?”

Almost out of nowhere, Nitori was by her side. Kanako tried to show startled she was. It would be unbecoming of a god to be surprised someone the size of a young child.

Kanako looked down at the kappa, her kama demeanor switching on. The worst parts about having extended talks with kappa was working out the crinks in her neck afterwards. “You’ve been made aware about it but I’m here to talk about that place” Kanako hoped she wouldn’t have to go into detail about what ‘that place’ was. It wouldn’t bode well to embarrass herself right out of the gate.

“The HSE? Yeah I heard as much. Come on in, we’ll talk businesses” Kanako followed Nitori inside the tunnel to the kappa’s hideout. Luckily for her they were made to be roomy enough to contain plenty of space to move shipments through, so all she had to do was duck inside. “I knew that place would fall apart sooner or later. Lots of the workers there have let it slip that the place is on edge and they seem to be preparing for trouble. I guess you aren’t the only one with an issue with that place, huh? It’s really falling apart at the seams, but I guess that’s what you get when you get tengu and mountain monkeys to run the damn place” Nitori tsked. Even on a good day, the kappa, the yamawaro and the tengu never really liked each other that much. There was the old conflict between the kappa and yamawaro over their choice of living arrangement of course, but all three pointed to the others and claimed they were untrustworthy xenophobic hustlers that only cared about themselves. Of course, this applied to all three of them, but Kanako was nice enough not to mention that.

Steeping out of the way of a kappa moving machinery on a handcart. Kanako spoke up “Our position on the HSE has always been the same. We believe it’s untenable and that it would be best for the mountain to cut ties with it before it all collapses into a mess. Of course, the kappa’s help with this would be greatly appreciated”

Nitori turned around and smiled. “Noted. So what’s the plan?”


Now here was the hard sell. “Well as you know the tengu are one of the main supporters of that place. If their support were to be pulled away before everything collapses, then we could avoid a potential political nightmare. That place would shut down much smoother, the tengu could avoid getting caught in the aftermath, and we’d be able to avoid outright hostilities against them so the shrine should be able to recover. So we need some bombs”


Nitori paused and looked up, eyebrow raised. “Bombs?”

“We have an agent working with the tengu. If a few targets are struck, with deaths being avoided of course then they’ll get cold feet and cut ties with the HSE. It’s the best outcome we can hope for, and of course since we need high quality explosives, only the kappa can help us with this”


Her confusion having faded, Nitori had a smirk on her face. “Well you’ve right about that. You caught us at a good time. we can supply you with whatever you need explosive wise. You sure this isn’t about getting revenge on the tengu for spreading all those rumors about you? After all, they really slandered you”

Kanko bit her lip. It briefly crossed her mind to ask details. Just out of curiosity’s sake, maybe some of the steamier ones would actually reflect well on her and could give her ideas when she and Anon-

“I’m not that petty. Now that the rumors have been proven flase, I can deal with it in due time. Do we have a deal?” Kanako reached out a hand, bending her knees slightly.

“Heh, who would have thought it was that hermit all along. Never thought she was like that. But yes, we have a deal. For the future of Gensokyo and better deals between us, count us in on your little plot” She took Kanako’s hand and they shook.

“Now what kinda bombs are we talking about? I’ll put in the order for them” Nitori pulled out a clipboard from somewhere in her backpack, pen ready.

"Small explosives that can be carried around easily and concealed. Not too much power. Multiple triggers would be nice as it would give our agent some room to plan things out” A thought crossed Kanako’s mind. Aya would be tossing these all over the mountain where they lived, and kappas were error prone. “Make some of those duds. What are you up to that you can make these in short notice?”

>>46151689

Of all the things Kanako expected, this was the last of them. The cavern they were in was massive, but even then the imposing metal titan in front of her was almost touching the ceiling. It was truly a marvel of engineering, and it was even more impressive that all the kappa were able to all work together on a project like this. Ever now, they busy working. They stood on the scaffolding surrounding the robot working on some details or they worked on components on tables off to the side or were hauling boxes to and fro. Kanako had never seen this many kappa all united and functional on a single goal. Gazing up at the mecha, Kanako knew it looked familiar.

“This is the contraption you build for that festival, isn't it? No, it seems different. What’s this?” Kanako couldn’t couldn’t help but gawk at the giant robot, which as everyone knows is the pinnacle of scientific achievement.


“That was just a giant toy, something to draw eyes to the festival and make money. This is no gimmick. This is the real Hisoutensoku! The embodiment of everything we are capable of, all our hopes and dreams. He is the burning torch that will shine brightly and light the way to the future!” Nitori outstretched her arms, a gleam in her eyes as her voice rose.

“Did Suwako put you up to this again?” Kanako wondered.

“Nope, she didn’t. With everyone here so focused on that brothel we were able to move around and build this right under their noses. Might as get your blessing now, since we’re in the same plot together and you’re getting the munitions we’ve prepared for this project”

“I see. Sanae would love this” Kanako said, still a bit awed from the whole thing,

“Even she wouldn't be able to find any way to improve this! A Nuclear power core! The best armor we can field, most firepower would struggle to even dent it! Rocket boosters that can speed it across Gensokyo in minutes! Heavy laser guns aided by computer tracking! Rocket-powered drills for close range combat! RPG launchers! Surround sound! Heated leather seating! He’s perfect!” Nitori’s voice continued to raise, the gleam in her eyes seeming a bit manic at this point.

“What are you planning to do with this thing for? This is a deadly weapon, and I see no reason for you to you to develop this” Kanako wondered if it was too late to back out on the deal.

“A weapon hurts, it takes away lives for the benefit of the owner. This is a protector of the weak! All these past years has shown how the weak are trampled on! Reimu abused her family and nobody could do a damn thing! Yukari and Kasen are involved in the HSE! Everything seems to be falling apart, and the innocent suffer while the guilty laugh. Well who’s laughing now!” Nitori threw her hands up in the air, and a few heads turned towards her as she shouted. “Hisoutensoku is the uplifter of the weak, the savior of love and justice! If nobody will step in to protect them, then we’ll make a protector! Not just the kappa, but all those who are trampled on by the mighty. It doesn’t matter who you are or how weak you are, as long as you’re pure of heart and mind Hisoutensoku will accept you as his champion! So he’s not a weapon, he’s the future!” Nitori breathed in, adjusting her hair back in place, having come undone due to her wild gesticulations.


Kanako took a while to take it all in. “What’s all this about being pure of heart? If it’s a tool it can be used by anyone, and this kind of power is a lot to hand over to someone”

“Like I said. It’s more then a machine. Not everyone can control him, it seems like you need to be the right sort of person to do to. Focused on protecting without any ulterior motives, from as far as I can tell. Even I don’t know how it fully works. I just get the feeling that there’s someone he’s waiting for, you know?”

Kanako looked up, trying to sense any sort of divine energy. If Nitori was right, then maybe all of the worship and hope of the kappa put some sort of life into it? She could grasp something, but it wasn't anything close to a god. It was almost like a baby’s beating heart, it was weak and early in its life but it could grow into so much more. Well at least she wouldn’t have to deal with a divine sentient mecha anytime soon, although Sanae would love that. “Well I suppose we could check in on this. We’ll see how things develop from here” Kanako said as she turned towards the elevator. It didn't sit well with her, but now wasn't the time to intervene . After the HSE fell then there would be plenty of time to deal with it. Part of wasn’t paying attention anyway, listening in on Aya’s conversation with Suwako and-

Kanako’s face turned bright red when she heard what was being said about her.

>>46151712
>>46151689
you know, every time we develop a bit more about Aya's terrorism I get the impression that all it'll do is make the Tengu even more reliant on Yukari/more bloodthirsty and even bring the rest like Megumu to the Solstice, and Aya will have a big 'oops' moment telling everyone in the Anon's Frens she spent months prepping a plan just to strengthen the enemy. I'll start stocking on keks, just in case~
Nitori is really all out in the Hisou Dream, would be funny if Anon became a worshiped idol in the Kappa culture after he pilots it. I know Sanae would be dead set on marrying the man and having his uber-gundam-driving children as soon as possible, just so she can build a (family) team of justice fighters!
thanks for the chapters!

>>46151712
Obscure fun fact: it's always morally correct to bully Kanako. She deserves it.

>>46151051
Second part of >>46151204 meant for you just fucking noticed, god fucking damnit; always check what you write, boys...

>>46107033

A deep orange illuminated the quiet shrine as the dimming sun wanned, the frosty temperature of the late evening threatened for an extra cold night now that the dark was creeping in. The delicate paper lanterns were being lit here and there inside the shrine itself and the heater had been summoned to the living room. Warmth was making its presence felt as Hana closed the paper door of the shrine’s living area, trying to entrap the radiating heat that belted out from the sturdy little machine.

Hana sighed as it seemed another night here in the shrine was in order, Sanae had come by not too long ago. The green-haired living goddess of the Moriyan shrine apologized profusely to Hana, supposedly Yuuka, Mima, Marisa, and the rest had spent most of the of the night in talks with some big names. As an apologetic Sanae put it, ‘-When I finally woke myself that morning, I tried summoning Suwako-sama and Kanako-sama as soon as I could! But there was no way to get them up before noon even though I bothered making pancakes. You know those really cute ones I showed you the other day when you dropp-? wait I’m getting off track- so anyways, by the time we got a working plan it was already getting late and the sun was setting, I barely had time to get ingredients for dinner-!’

With a few more pleasantries and a flurry of mundane tangential stories Sanae had vanished as quickly as she came. Only the last notes of her overly chipper voice from while she gave Hana a suffocating hug, and nearly took the shorter miko’s life via asphyxiation with her generous breasts, lingered in the now-toasty air of the living room. Hana had barely caught her breath and contained the heat in her cheeks by the time her friend and ally left. Despite how apologetic she was at first Sanae seemed to quickly rebound, and Hana amusingly noted that away from Kanako and Suwako she seemed to naturally slip into the slightly airheaded girl she got to know from the stories Marisa and Anon would reminisce about.

Committing the feeling of Sanae’s body to memory subconsciously, Hana let the excitement leave her body and took her place under the kotatsu before her feet started to feel chilly. However, Hana wasn’t alone in the living room, at a point she had called her mother as Sanae had to talk business with both of them. Though business was a relative term, after a bit too long of pampering Hana like a pet Sanae finally got around to bringing up the bad news and business of the hour.

Dealing with Sanae’s bubbly self after such a long day, and having to pick off seals from her dress after her duel, tired out the young miko more than she thought. It took all Hana’s willpower not to just collapse back and try curling up, the warmth from the miraculous table would be just the thing Eirin commanded to defeat her fatigue. Instead, hoping to not appear too weak in front of the pointlessly powerful women, the tired miko compromised with her fatigue and settled for tucking her legs in as far in as she could while resting her head on the table.

Hana stared out towards the little shaking heater as it worked overtime to keep the interior of the shrine warm, watching it hum as the Kappa’s esoteric technology labored tirelessly. She got so absorbed that the suddenness of her mother’s voice caused her to jump slightly, “I see Sanae’s still as active as ever, I didn’t get to talk with her last time she came to manage the branch after the harvest festivals… It’s nice seeing how adventurous she still is.”

That feeling of dissonance started building like a headache as Hana could hear the subtle emotion that precipitated under those words, “Still, not even staying long enough to have tea? She must have drunk too much of that overly bitter coffee stuff~”

Uncomfortably, Hana stirred a bit, her mother was right in how rushed Sanae seemed to be. Not like Sanae didn’t have reason to be busy, she always was just from her shrine’s business alone, but you didn’t have to be Agatha Q. to see that she didn’t want to be here. Hana couldn’t say she didn’t understand the feeling, it was why she encouraged spending as much time chatting alone with her friend and ally before having to talk about the situation at hand. Plus, Hana was really enjoying the lap pillow she got, the tender softness of her thighs was something she wouldn’t forget soon~.

>>46154059

Without raising herself up from her position of lazing on the kotatsu Hana half nodded before commenting carefully, “I doubt she has much free time, I’m sure Sanae-san has… er… other places she wanted to visit today”

Picturing her mother nodding Hana felt satisfied, she could’ve put it in better terms but she didn’t trust how humorous she could make ‘because who would want to take tea with an unstable monster?’. Feeling like she said the right thing Hana raised herself up onto her elbows, and to her surprise that feeling of dissonance grew a bit stronger as she failed to recognize the expression her mother wore. There was a moment that Hana thought her mother had nibbled on something sour, but instead she realized that that her face told a different story.

Her mother’s silken black hair fell neatly, flowing freely in the absence of the ribbon she wears during the busier hours, and framed a face that showed a blatant longing. Like she felt a euphoric dream fade away into nothing more than a whisper, a dream so pleasant that even after you’ve already accepted it’s gone, you’d try your best to recall it. It was hard to visualize for Hana, but it was a simple fact that Sanae used to be friends with her mother, wasn’t it?

Hana had remembered an older photo from Kosuzu’s little book, a picture from the Bunbunmaru, taking place when Hana was only a toddler. That picture was part of an article that supposedly was part of her mother’s attempt to ‘de-youkaify’ her shrines reputation, a puff-piece about Hana herself. It was nothing more than showing how ‘even at such the young age of 4 Hana was taking her studies seriously!’, but it showed something Hana didn’t think about much; what a normal day at the shrine could’ve looked like.

That picture showed many youkai she recognized by face, or at least name, wondering in thin disguise in the background of the of her young-self holding a gohei and whacking a training dummy dressed in brightly colored cloth with an old mop for hair. She couldn’t really remember this photo being taken, but she did vaguely remember that time. Like the old article that was pressed onto the paper it was a faded and aged memory, but it brought forth a ghost of warmth severely lacking in her surroundings.

Gulping down subconsciously, Hana felt a certain discomfort that made her squirm on her cushion, something obvious to anyone yet had eluded her till now. It was something that she didn’t want to acknowledge even in part, something that she never even considered till now. The waves of cognitive dissonance intensified as the moment dragged onwards and her mother’s nostalgic mind returned to the present.

With a breath going into her lungs, trying to taste the ghost of the perfume Sanae wore as if to try and distract herself, Hana felt a realization don on her: Her mother was just a human as well.

What’s the deal with Okina liking little girls? Is that something that actually happen or implied in Touhou or is it just something for this HSE?

>>46154175
she actively tries to recruit flan and marisa in HSiFS (both of them look like children) then brings in all of the zashiki-warashi from the village to live with her (they all look very young) and then hires flan to be her onahole assassin (also looks like a child)
she has a type

>>46154198
Don't forget how young her current dancers look, barely half through their teens if I had to say

>>46154175
it's funny head cannons because of her suspicious uses of power, as >>46154198 and >>46154219 said; the HSE exaggerated it because it's funny a mirror to Yukari's depravity, and a reminder that most people that joined this war are not doing it out of the goodness of their heart, but rather personal affairs and desires. Otherwise, we'd have a massive dissonance in thematics, where on one side it's the vilest shit you can ever imagine and the other good guys that can do no wrong.
… but mainly because it's funny, of course.

>>46154066
>>46154059
>Hana felt a realization dawned on her: Her mother was just a human as well.
damn, that's a point of no return here. Humanization of otherwise a monster is impossible to shake off, poor Hana… The mental strain of reconciliation is great, and though it's worthy it, with all shit that she has already on her plate. At least she has all the support one could ever wish for, people to talk and that have committed bad stuff in their lives too, like Yuuka, and who have come around the other side better people. Hopefully that'll be enough for her to not only start forgiving Reimu, but herself too for the things she did to Anon
very tasteful little chapters, a nice contrast also including the Sanae bit; it helped with the gloom that came after~
thanks for these!

>>46154066
>>46154059
At this point, who's done more damage to Hana's psyche: Reimu, or Yukari?

>>46154850
Reimu was a maddeningly slow grind of acute pain for 17 years, shattering Hana's hopes of having a good childhood; Yukari was a freight train of trauma and pain, destroying completely her late teenager years and early adulthood within months, almost ruining her relationship with her father and, during the party, was on the brink of getting the few friends and close ones Hana had in her web of trickery and disgrace. No kidding, my plan if Reimu wasn't to appear was following Hana's thoughts of a massive orgy with her friends in an attempt to radically destroy the idea that her relationship with Yukari is natural in any shape or form.
I'd say Yukari, for sure. Reimu was a monster and would continued being one without interference, but against her Hana had a semblance of control over her life, attitudes; she could battle Reimu with words, and to Reimu Hana was still a person. With Yukari Hana is more of a toy than anything, and she'd go to any lengths necessary to fulfill her egotistical dreams, meaning if Hana could be used to, say, kill Reimu in the Solstice, Yukari would do it in a heartbeat. Yukari degraded her psyche and, if not stopped, for sure Hana would've ended in a worse spot than Kasen
Doesn't make Reimu's actions any less monstrous, though, one worse doesn't excuse a bad

>>46154850
Ignoring anything good either of them have done, I'd still say Yukari. Reimu may have raped her dad, but Yukari raped AND kidnapped her dad. Reimu got Hana all the way to third base hitting trauma after trauma for 17 years, but Yukari scored a home run running straight from rape to indoctrination to encouraging rape. If Hana's psyche were an egg yolk, Reimu whisked it with a fork while Yukari used the electric beater.

>>46134712
(Part 14)
The halls rumbled, but that didn’t matter to Yukari. All she could feel was her heart beating in her throat. Anon had stabbed her through the chest and twisted the blade. The venom in his words and the adoration in his eyes melted her defenses and scalded her ego. A mixture of love and hate carving away at a maiden’s emotions.

It was divine~

Nobody could have thought of this! Taking Anon’s decades-long reserve of resentment and sparking it with the passion of his youth produced a conflagrant inferno! She made it all happen, and he didn’t even know it! Now, all she had to do was push it to its zenith to claim Anon in mind, body and soul!

Yukari began to speak, but no words came out. How odd. Clearing her throat, she felt a trembling in her stomach. Her excitement must be too much for her lithe young body to handle. “A-Anon, your ire for that woman is astounding. You must truly despise her from the depths of your soul to say so much about her!”

“Merry, that’s not all. I haven’t even scratched the surface of that old hag’s wrinkly skin.” Something must be wrong. She didn’t command him to keep going. “For my entire imprisonment, she raped me every night. And every night, as the initiator, she could never last for more than half an hour. It was one night after she passed out on top of me that I realized why: Microgaps. Invisible to the eye, Yukari gaps every fold of skin taut. The amount of mental concentration and physical energy it takes to maintain this facade ensures that she can’t last longer than a starfish. It also means that even though my eyes burn from seeing her abhorrent face, there exists an even uglier version of that hideous cunt that all of Gensokyo is spared from seeing.” Finally, Anon took another breath. His eyes were still blank, but his smile had drooped into a frown. He was on such a roll! What pulled his attention away?

His finger gently brushed against her cheek, wiping something away. “Merry? Don’t cry, my love. I apologize for my brutal language. I know you could never care about such shallow nitpicks. Yet, that’s all the depth Yukari has.” Tears? It was all so obvious now! Yukari’s soul was refined as ever, but her body was still sensitive to emotional fluctuations. With her abilities restricted, it was impossible for her to gap away her feelings. What a nuisance. But, it would be worth it very soon.

Dominating her body with her mind, Yukari stood tall and forced her mouth to crack a grin. “My my, how vitriolic. But, there’s one more thing Yakumo did wrong. She tricked you. She fooled you into falling in love with her again! You see, Anon, all this time, Yukari was standing in front of you all this time!” From her bag, Yukari pulled out a donned a white bonnet.” I am Yakumo Yukari, your one true love!

For a moment, the room was silent. Anon’s face was blank. Then, he laughed.

“AHAHAHAHAHA! You never fail to crack me up, Merry! There’s no way you could ever end up like that lonely creep!” Yukari’s vision clouded in what must’ve been pure ecstasy. Her body moved on its own, unable to resist Anon’s hate-filled denial any longer. Her love life was finally going to begin. She brought her head closer to his. With a gentle touch, she raised her hand to hold Anon’s cheek.

*SMACK*
___
It was a blur of experiences for Shanghai. After Alice’s mom smacked her away, Anon’s daughter tasked her with defending Anon from any dangers and shoved her into his schoolbag. Unfortunately, she also piled a stack of textbooks on top her her, pinning the doll down. All she could do was listen while Anon had a nice time on the warm roof and got really angry in the building. When Anon started talking really weirdly, kinda like how Alice speaks when she practice’s Anon’s voice, Shanghai didn’t have to wait anymore.

After a loud slap resounded through the room, the doll heard a zipper. The weight restraining Shanghai quickly eased off. Before she could react, a delicate hand fiercely gripped her and Shanghai became airborne, bouncing off of Anon’s head. As she spun in the air, the doll caught a glimpse of a girl with long, blonde hair running out the room in heels while sobbing uncontrollably. A circle of the bustiest women Shanghai ever saw were surrounding the unconscious young man. His head was laid in Yuuka’s thighs, while Shanghai took a seat on his chest. Only the pink-haired ghost followed the crying girl.

>>46156377
>Yuuka wins the Anonbowl
Ran... Aya...

>>46156377
(Part 15)
Nobody could ignore the screen. Aya and Hatate were scribbling down pages of notes, Momiji’s tail stood stiff, and Seija never stopped laughing. Komachi and Eiki had handfuls of gift-wrapped boxes and stood close to the door Goro wondered exactly how much of this rant was Anon and how much of it was hypnosis. Truly, technology from the Outside was terrifying.

When Yukari slapped Anon in the face, Komachi cracked open the door and scoped out the hallways. After the gap hag was finished throwing everything in Anon’s bag at him, she ran out the door and pushed through a crowd of gawking girls. After a little while, the students’ phones pinged.

~~~
1. Confess your love and chocolate to Anon
1(a). Your confession must be genuine
2. Anon eats your chocolate
2(a). Anon must eat your chocolate himself
3. Physical contact must be maintained for 10 uninterrupted minutes.
4. Prove your love with a kiss~
5. No interrupting other people’s confessions unless they’ve been rejected
6. UWAAAAAAAAAAAA
~~~

Eiki set down her phone and picked up a box taller than Komachi. “From this moment until the end of Yukari’s punishment, all of you are granted temporary membership into the Disciplinary Committee as deputies. Komachi! Where is the guilty party?!”

“Girl’s Bathroom 3E! Straight and to the left.”

“Good work. The rest of you, clear a path.” With the yama’s command, the tengu immediately began pushing through the crowd and abusing their authority to roughly handle the students. Before entering, the yama stopped. “Kijin. Ensure that the room is empty.”

“Sure thing, boss lady.” With a go-ahead to bust heads, Seija eagerly went in first before returning with a disappointed expression. “She’s in there, all right. It’s just that fattie ghost trying to make her feel better.”

“That’s acceptable. Now, move in! Let nobody through until her punishment has been fully administered. Goro, stay outside.” Eiki pointed to the sign on front of the door. “No men allowed.”

As a unit, the disciplinaries entered the ladies’ room. Yukari’s incessant sobbing echoed from a stall as Yuyuko’s soft consolations went unheard.

“Don’t worry, Merry. I’m sure your skin is flawless as always. He was probably just frustrated.”

“WHY IS ANON SO MEEEEEAN TO MEEEEEE?!”

This exchange continued until Eiki had enough of it. “Saigyouji, step away. I have business with Yakumo.”
“Shikieiki-sama, if you could just—“

“No excuses. If you continue to block my path, you will be tried as well. Do you understand?” Lowering her head in surrender, the ghost floated away from the stall door before Eiki swung it open. The great Yakumo Yukari, rolled up on the bathroom floor and bawling her eyes out. Yukari stared up at the yama with anger and annoyance piercing through her puffy eyelids. In response, Eiki coldly held out one of her boxes for Yukari to take.

“It was chocolate inside. It’ll make everything better.” The yama’s tone was flat and cold. Warily, Yukari unwrapped the box, revealing a Rod of Remorse made of dark chocolate. Having abandoned her dignity, Yukari took a large bite. She immediately recoiled, revealing a golden sheen hidden underneath the thin brown layer.

Shikieiki tutted. “How unexpected. This treat is full of nothing but your sins. Yakumo Yukari, It seems your judgment cannot come soon enough. Komachi? Please guide her to the Sanzu River.” Showing only a hint of hesitation, Komachi entered the stall and pulled up her right sleeve. The shinigami descended upon Yukari, wrestling her out of the corner. Her young body could not stand up to the ferrywoman’s strength. In the end, Yukari was unable to stop her head from being held over the toilet and the shallow stream of water flowing through it.

“Please, wait! I repent! I’m shorry! Have mercy on this heartbroken maiden!” Yukari begged and pleaded through her tears for clemency.

The yama was unfazed. “What are you waiting for? Take her across the Sanzu.” Eiki began flushing the toilet. Yukari began flailing her arms. Aya began taking pictures. With the approval of all her peers guiding her hand, Komachi shoved the gap’s head down. Yuyuko tried to leave, but the yama wasn’t satisfied with that.

“Momiji, do not let her leave! She has condoned Yakumo’s behavior, so she must bear witness to her punishment. Komachi, lift her head. She cannot pass to Higan yet, so she’ll receive punishment here.” Eiki opened another box of chocolate and shoved it into Yukari’s mouth as she gasped for air. The yama brought her face close to Yukari’s. “We’re not done until you eat every single piece.”

Hatate had but one question. It concerned the largest box. “Uh, I don’t think this one will fit in her mouth. What’s it for”

Unamused, Shikieiki cleared up the tengu’s confusion. “That one doesn’t go in her mouth.”

>Shikieiki

>>46156474
I don't think anyone won after these two chapters, though Shiki Eiki must be enjoying this wet dream

>>46154059
>>46154066
I guess with everything she went through, Hana no longer sees Reimu as much as a unredeemable monster as she used to.

>>46156377
>>46156475
Always good to see Yukari bullying. It's almost like she deserves it.

>>46129515
"and... done." Goro said as he put one last crease into his latest creation.

The paper thing, crude as it was, came to life, and quickly began to crawl all about me in his lap. I squirmed a bit, wondering if this thing was some kind of insect, but when It crawled up my hand and it's eyes looked in two different directions I knew what it was.

"A Chameleon. Cute." I said, rubbing the things paper-thin chin with my nail.

"Ughh. Maybe I'm not cut out for this craft. Damned leafs of paper always seem to go in the opposite direction of what I want." he bemoaned.

"Hey! I said 'it was cute', so stop trying to fish for pity!" I scolded him.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess your's is the only approval that counts. Well your's and their's." He said, looking out at the pile of burnt paper that stood a few meters from the bed. "Ready to give it another go?" he asked.

I nodded and flung the cursed paper Chameleon into the air, it soared, flailing around, before disappearing and reappearing in the same moment atop the pile of paper scraps. We both leaned forward in the bed, hopeful, until the thing crumpled and fell lifeless.

"Our kids aren't a fan of reptiles I suppose." Goro joked.

While we soaked in the HSE's bathes, paying no mind to the other clientele who were shooting us all kind of dirty looks, Goro got one of his awful ideas. Maybe, just maybe, we could send our soon to be kids, Oiwa and Tsukuyomi, some cursed paper dolls to keep them company.

It was probably a hopeless and foolish endeavor, we could barely navigate that place full of 'nothingness' well enough to show up where we wanted to when we became 'real' again, but trying to find our way within a place that didn't exist itself? Augh, it made my head hurt just thinking about it, so, it was probably pointless, sending little cursed paper doll after doll to our little cursed children, still, it passed the time well enough.

"Say, why name her Tsukuyomi? Are you trying to spite those Lunarian folk?" Goro asked as he placed a hand on my head.

"Yeah maybe I guess. Just figured people look down on the moon, but it lights up the entire night while the sun's off doing whatever, kind of badass right?" I asked.

"Ha, that it is, I'm sure she'll love it." he said after a moment, probably fighting some urge to correct me. Good on him to know when it's not wanted.

"They're both doing okay right?" I asked him, tilting my head back and leaning against his chest.

"Resting I think." Goro said with a smile. "Oiwa stirs more then Tsukuyomi does, but little Yomi cries louder when she wakes up. Strange that I can 'feel' them, yet we still can't 'find' them. It's starting to make me nervous."

"Bah, nervous about what? You saw how we dealt with Konngara and we can even keep pace with that vampire brat now, together, we're unstoppable." I cheered, but Goro's expression didn't change. "Let me guess, you're about to tell me all the reasons why we're screwed."

Goro pulled a sheet from the Tengu newspaper he'd been using as doll making material, instead of the more banal tomes I had retrieved for him. "Reimu-San beat us without lifting a finger, Kasen had you on the floor within less then a second, Mokou would've burnt us to cinders if Keine-Sensei hadn't been there, and if Yuuka or Yuugi had a little less tact, we'd be dead."

"Well that was then and this is now right? We can react almost instantly with those 'raycasts' you're always putting out, travel instantly, plunge our opponents into nothingness, and turn whatever we need to on it's head right?"

For a moment, Goro thought on this, but ultimately shook his head. "If this was the typical danmaku you've been playing in and I've watched since time immemorial that might be the case. We can 'blink' ourselves and attacks sent against us, reflect abilities, and a few other tricks, but what if that doesn't work on that strange ability Yuugi has? Or what if Okina somehow opens a door in our brains? And then there's that legendary vengeful spirit magician, Mima, if she's anything like Hijiri, she's probably been making spells the likes of which nobody has seen! On top of all that, we're operating as a team. If they separate us, get us too far away from the HSE, or take one of us out, we'll be down."

"Okay, all those grannies have a strength or two to play to, but you want to know how I dodged all of that back in my rebel days? I played dirty and broke all their codes. They're all to smug because they've had it good for too long at the top of the hierarchy that they can't even fathom someone like you or I could put up a fight. Plus, they don't even know about the kind of stunts we can pull now! I can't wait to show that fiery-headed flower woman who's boss and...and why are you looking at me like that?" I asked him.

"They definitely know." He said.

>>46156816
"How?" I asked.

"Chen will tell them." He said.

I looked out at the pile of crumpled up paper, then up at the endless book cases, and then took the hand of my dumbass lover and bit it.

"Ow, ow, ow, what the hell was that for!" He yelped.

"You knew she was a plant and leaked all that information to her? How? Why?" I asked, angry.

"You seriously didn't catch on when she talked about 'knitting Reimu a scarf'? Or how close she is with Anon?" Goro asked.

"Oh." I said, a little flabbergasted. "Wait then why hasn't Yukari done something about it? Is she planning on doing something to her?" I ask, just a little worried that the low-ranking Shikigami was about to receive punishment from on high.

"I think, since she's Ran-San's Shikigami, that Yukari believe she's incapable of defiance and doesn't see how the transitive relationship may not be iron-clad. it wouldn't be her first oversight." Goro said, waving a finger around the room and the HSE itself where a literal god child was sleeping under her mother's ever so watchful nose.

"Then does that mean that vixen could also be in league against us? And again, why leak that information if you knew she was playing for the other side?" I asked.

"Ran-San very well could be, she's Yukari's direct Shikigami, so it'd be much harder for her to rebel, but maybe she's found a loophole? Anyway, it plays nicely into the reason I leaked the information anyway: If they know about 'nothing' it may lead them to Sekai and if one of them happens upon Sekai, then-"

"-Then they could also happen upon Oiwa and Tsukuyomi!" I said, before frowning once again. "And WHY do you think they would help us when we work for their arch enemy?"

"Because we'll make a deal in their best interes-" Goro began, shaking his hand in the air before I jabbed the side of my head, and my horn, into his shoulder.

"Ow, okay, too late for gags, I get it." He sighed. "We can't tell them about Sekai and we're bound to defend the HSE. What we can do is single one of them out, someone who can be useful to us in retrieving Oiwa and Tsukuyomi, and promising something like 'we'll help you save Anon'. Two birds one stone."

"I get it, I get it, so you leaked information about 'nowhere' in order to get our enemies to dispatch someone who could potentially deal with weird, conceptual spaces or the like to counter us, all so we can strike a deal with this person, exploiting the fact that we only promised to defend the 'HSE' and not keep Anon inside of it? Fucking should've guessed you'd be a goddamned cheat." I said, playfully elbowing him in the ribs. "Although why wait until the Solstice? We could probably strike a deal beforehand."

"Yukari." Goro stated.

Damnit he was right. We had some leeway with the Gap Hag, but not enough to tell someone 'oh hey, we'll help you free Anon if you promise to owe us a favor' without repercussions.

"Geez, all this complicated shit isn't my style you know? Wish we could just play it by ear like back in the old days." I said, slumping down in his lap.

"Yeah, when all those boiling tensions just got resolved in a big incident, like, look at this." Goro said, offering me a paper he know I wouldn't bother to read. That's a nice outraged face the old guy's wearing in the cover photo though, Tengu reporters have their good points I guess. "Old man Hieda came out and admitted his vendetta against Keine-Sensei was based on a fabrication. This has been going on for weeks." he sighed.

"Ain't that teacher pushing for Youkai integration now that she's got some brats of her own to raise? You sure his little lie wasn't just to snuff out that instead?" I asked.

"Maybe. Sometimes people in high office just have a screw loose." Goro said, quickly folding the paper into a paper fan and miming a similar posture to a certain blonde woman we both worked for.

"Either way, I can't wait to see someone else burnt to cinders for a change." I said, waving off the impression.

"Plenty of those unfortunate accidents probably going to be happening in the coming months. The overlap between Youkai and Humans is about to collapse right under the Hieda family's nose and he's off on some delusional crusade."

"You're one to talk about ignoring things right under your nose." I said, jabbing a nail to his chin.

"What do you mean by that?" Goro asked.

"I mean..." I began, sliding my nail across his chin "...'your woman' has been sitting on your lap in an embarrassing as shit night gown and your ranting about village politics." I said.

I didn't wait for him to respond, it wasn't an invitation to anyway, instead, I pushed him over and spread out his robe, feeling across his bare chest as I did. He tries to mumble something, but I snuff out the attempt by pulling oh his garments to bring his mouth next to mine. For a while I hold him there, our lips locked, conquering him with my tongue, until I finally drop him on the bed, his body bouncing ever so slightly before I dive onto his chest.

>>46156829
"You're really forward about this today." He said, gasping for air as he did.

"I lived over a hundred years in my head without you, I'm just making up for lost time, besides, it made me realize something..." I begin, making circles around his heart with my finger. "...I want you to give me more children."

"That uh, a little greedy of you." Goro said, softly grabbing my hand.

"Dumbass, it's not just for me. Our kids are gonna be weird, cursed mutts, unlike the cavilclave of Anon's normal mutt brood. They'll be freaks among freaks so... give me a few more okay? So they'll not lonely or fucking whatever." I ask him.

"Uh, Seija, not to demean but..." He begins, gently rubbing my side. "What do you think we've been doing?"

I feel my face grow flush and red. "I know how babies are normally made asshole! It's just harder for a Youkai and a Human when neither of us are hopped up fertility pills! You should know that!"

"I do." He says calmly as I huff and puff, trying to regain my composure. "So we can take our time and let nature take it's course, probabilistically it should be about..." He says, looking up in the air as if trying to pluck the knowledge of the infinite library.

"Fuck that." I say, dragging my long tongue up the side of his neck until I'm right beside his ear. "You're not sleeping tonight until you put another little brat inside me."

Again, I don't let him have a word in edge-wise, immediately pulling his face to mine and guiding his hand to my body. The skeletal thing feels smooth and cold against my breast, against my heart, making me jolt with an eerie pleasure. Weakly, I put my arms around him, letting him lift me into a sitting position.

I was never happy with my height or my small stature, it always gave people the impression that I was just some girl playing around and not the menace I actually was. Now, I couldn't help but be grateful for it, as I felt how easily Goro moved my body about and how helpless I was in his arms to resist it. It made my petite body ache to be joined with his, to be connected, violated, and safe, so much so that the feeling of his thumb slipping off my panties made me gasp, momentarily pulling away from our kiss before I awkwardly shook my head and dove back in, only to break once again when I felt his rod against my ass.

As I gently lifted myself over him and began settling on top of it, I quietly wondered if there was some 'correct' way other girls did this, because I couldn't take him in me in one go, instead we squeeze a little closer, my body would spasm and clench, we'd stop, start again, and repeat until I finally took him all the way to the base.

"You okay?" He asked, like he always fucking did, and I nod, not able to speak with all the lighting going through my head.

When he started moving me, it reminded me of a rocking chair, slow and steady, slipping back and forth. "Harder..." I murmured into his ear as I wrapped my arms around his neck, bracing myself for the feeling. Even though it was only a slight change, a few centimeters more of difference at most, the pleasure was exponentially greater, I clenched my teeth and thought about carrion, swampy water, and cloudy days to escape the intense feelings. "Harder..." I asked him, despite my better judgment, and was hoisted up just a bit more and slid down just a little bit faster as he worked with gravity to meet me in the air. In my agony, I dug my nails into his back. not the first time I'd drawn blood in one of our bedroom sessions, but we had made a deal that he wouldn't tie me up if I didn't make him bleed. 'fuck that' is all I could think. He was MINE, and, consequences be damned, anyone who dares to look at his naked body was going to know it. "Harder..." I whimpered.

Of course, I came before he did. I always fucking do, being way too sensitive to this kind of thing, but that doesn't stop him, thankfully, my shaking body and moans only causing him to redouble his effort until he stops, clutching me in mid-air, and I feel him pouring out inside me.

Once more, we both fall, and sink, into the bed, gasping for air as we both recover from the coitus, his back no doubt staining the sheets red with blood.

"Did, hugh, you have to dig in with, hah, your nails again?" He asks, interlocking his fingers with mine.

"Yeah, hah, yeah I did." I say, pulling myself up to nibble on his ear.

I'd give him ten, maybe five minutes tops to recuperate, then it was back on the clock. If we go ten minutes on, five minutes off, we might manage, what, 20 or so times? Maybe if I splashed some alcohol on his back it'd make things more intense and bump up fertility?

Whatever, we had time to spare at the moment. Don't you worry Oiwa, Tsukuyomi, your shitty mama will give you some nice playmates.

>>46156835
Writing Smut is always the hardest.
>>46131980
>okay, will be on hold then!
Your good to go, Chen's got the info, although I may bully Ran later in some off-hand, non-plot related, fluff moments later.

Next chapter will be a Takane one about how to form an exit strategy from a failing business when layoffs (that were TOTALLY unforeseen and due to random market conditions) are imminent and you don't want to lose your house.

>>46156475
>>46156377
very glad these aren't main story chapters, first time seeing such butchering of characters in 5 months of HSE. Everyone until now in the special felt like their counterparts in the main; Alice and Shinki have that mother/daughter dynamic, Alice has shown she's very embarrassed towards love; Hana is protective and kinda retarded, it makes sense... But Yukari and Yuyuko here play nothing like themselves, there's not really catharsis to Yukari's bullying; everything just felt too tasteless and off-focus from the Yukari/Anon scene. Sorry if I'm coming across too harsh on what's essentially a spin-off shitpost, just wanted to give feedback, even if by being a stick in the mud.
thanks for the chapters, though, can't lie I had fun cringing while listening to some serious silly music

>>46156377
>“Merry, that’s not all. I haven’t even scratched the surface of that old hag’s wrinkly skin.” Something must be wrong. She didn’t command him to keep going. “For my entire imprisonment, she raped me every night. And every night, as the initiator, she could never last for more than half an hour. It was one night after she passed out on top of me that I realized why: Microgaps. Invisible to the eye, Yukari gaps every fold of skin taut. The amount of mental concentration and physical energy it takes to maintain this facade ensures that she can’t last longer than a starfish. It also means that even though my eyes burn from seeing her abhorrent face, there exists an even uglier version of that hideous cunt that all of Gensokyo is spared from seeing.” Finally, Anon took another breath. His eyes were still blank, but his smile had drooped into a frown. He was on such a roll! What pulled his attention away?
Lord have mercy, she's already dead!!!

>>46156835
>>46156829
>>46156816
these retards are VERY lucky they're right about Chen being a double agent, they don't know Ran covered Reimu's healing as working for Yukari's initial goal of getting Reimu and Anon back together and that Chen works as a fill to Reimu's “empty nest” syndrome. They'd be feeling mega dumb if they knew it…
look at that, Hieda-san has already reached the newspapers~
hopefully that's the extent of the damages he'll cause in his delusional grief.
>>46156861
okay, will be on it in a while!
>I may bully Ran later in some off-hand, non-plot related, fluff moments later.
I bully Goro and Seija, you bully Ran; the good ol' “you scratch my balls, I scratch yours” type of deal~
also, funny story about the image: it was the one I used when asking 'how many (You)s I'll get for writing the Yukari kidnaps Anon and fucks him in front of Hana chapters?' Just remembered it and made me chuckle as if it was an ancient photo from college or something.

>>46156906
I'd argue that kasen was butchering from the start

>>46156474
Fine for me, I like Yuuka.

>>46156906
Eh, I feel the same. Writing Yukari was hard because I actually forgot about her fetishizing Anon's hatred while writing the first hypnosis post (Part 13). Got stuck and just used Part 14 as a vehicle to get to Part 15 instead of scrapping and starting over. Yuyuko should have been cut.
I wanted Yukari to cry in the bathroom and have Yuyuko as her only friend comforting her from outside the stall just to evoke a trope. I didn't do much with it in the end. Not every idea is a good one.
>her body was still sensitive to emotional fluctuations
I made this up on the spot to patch my forgetfulness. Shit deux ex machina to make hag bullying work. Shikieiki part is intended to feel like a disjointed side-story that wraps up Yukari and the troublemakers on the side while Anon's plot moves along. If that doesn't jive with you, I get it. That kind of stroytelling isn't for everyone, but it is what I'd like for this part.

I may just rewrite Part 14 and have to slightly edit Part 15. I've got far better ideas for 14 that still lead to 15 happening without the bullshit emotional sensitivity. keyword: HAG bullying

>first time seeing such butchering of characters in 5 months of HSE
You forget when Aya agreed to share Anon in the Thanksgiving special. Ayayaya would never let that shit fly. Eggnant tengu jealousy would beat out any form of indoctrination.

>>46157034
>They'd be feeling mega dumb if they knew it…
The duo is definitely ignorant to a bunch of current events due to being busy in double hell and much else. Goro knew Takane's allegiance was fickle and that Kasen isn't there willingly, so he's aware most people on team Yakumo aren't loyal or dummies like them who're there for other reasons.. Seija knows on some level, but doesn't think about that crap too often.
>Spoiler
HA, forgot all about that, very Seija tier.
Speaking of collages, is that guy gonna make the HSE collage still? It's been so long...
>>46157139
>>46156474
The bit where she said:
>Why do you all hate me!
Really touched an emotional nerve.

Also, I just thought of a horrible joke:
>Everyone gathered around Anon. Now that the man was free, he'd be deciding which woman he'd marry
>"Now I know you all love me dearly, and I love all of you, but unfortunately, I can only love one person wholly, so some rule must be set"
>The youkai and gods clamored, would he pick the most beautiful? The most powerful? Perhaps the most wealthy? Or maybe the woman that bared the most of his children? Whatever he'd pick, it would surely be fair and impartial, Anon was kind and wise after all!
>"So I've decided on one bar, on a measure by whom I will declare my eternal love to. And that measure is...."
>Everyone leaned in, even mister Hieda and Yukari, both equally deluded about different things, tied up like western villains, listened in...
"Whoever was nicest to my little brother Goro!"
>The crowd went silent. Everyone's gazes were transfixed in visages of horror and anguish.
>All but Seija, who had to hand the kids to Goro, as she rolled about, laughing hysterically.

>>46157306
rough development, huh? Can relate. I tremble just remembering the days of the party, so much anxiety with the things I was putting on the table... if it 'jives' with me doesn't really matter, do what your heart desires, man, it is a shitposting special after all and not something that'll impact negatively other writers, Goro-san becomes Yukari and he has steamy sex with Anon to assert dominance? Just an idea, you didn't hear it from me!
>You forget when Aya agreed to share Anon in the Thanksgiving special. Ayayaya would never let that shit fly. Eggnant tengu jealousy would beat out any form of indoctrination.
... Touché

>>46157318
>"Whoever was nicest to my little brother Goro!"
... wouldn't that be Chen and Takane? I-It'd be paternal/motherly love, right?

>>46157318
>Speaking of collages, is that guy gonna make the HSE collage still? It's been so long...
it's a collage of the entire HSE, which doesn't seem finished to me just yet...

>>46156377
>When Anon started talking really weirdly, kinda like how Alice speaks when she practice’s Anon’s voice, Shanghai didn’t have to wait anymore.
>His finger gently brushed against her cheek, wiping something away. “Merry? Don’t cry, my love. I apologize for my brutal language. I know you could never care about such shallow nitpicks. Yet, that’s all the depth Yukari has.”
Ah the little dash of Alice bully was just the cherry on top of this banana split

>>46156475
Ha, holy shit that was hilarious

For Hanaanon: was planning here the next Anon's Frens meeting, and Reimu will naturally be called to participate on it, though considering the time line it'll fall on the night of the day after the last Hana chapter. Just wanted to know if Reimu will be available by then, and preferably with Hana to tag along in the meeting, since one of the main objectives of the meeting will be the reveal of Yukari's pregnancy
Don't feel pressured if you have things you still want to do with the 'Mu, her participation in the meeting isn't strictly necessary and I already have a back up plan for such case
Thanks for your attention~

>>46163142
I have one more scene planned out before then, afterwards feel free to use her. I'll go ahead and get it out soon so you can get started.
Thanks for your patience!

>>46163230
nice, thank you for your efforts!

I think a few decades of Chen therapy is exactly what Yukari needs to get back on her feet!

>>46163943
>I think a few decades of Hana therapy is exactly what Yukari needs to get back on her feet!

>>46163943
>>46163981
Hana vs Chen, therapy battle! Also, will Hana get racially mad at how kindly 'mu treats Chen? Getting mogged by a youkai in the mother healing department would de catastrophic for Hana's psyche too

>>45947738 (59/?)


Humming a jaunty tune, Shinki made her way to the human village. There were a thousand ways she could get there faster, but nothing beat flying in the early morning light before dawn.

Soaring through the air radiant and beautiful, she could for a moment forget her troubles in this ugly, ugly world. No, not forget. She was never innocent enough to forget, but they could at least be written off as distant and insignificant. Perhaps that is better. After all, what greater joy is there than those fleeting moments of procrastination? A life without worries could not compare to those few minutes of rest gained by refusing the coming day, that last beautiful song played as the city burned, or those years devoted to a project whose sole goal was to distract from the civilizations one has guided collapsing in a gruesome fashion.

Alas, those pleasures came with a pain (and not the fun kind). Inevitably the reality of the situation will become impossible to ignore (usually in the form of Sariel pouring a bucket of water on the bed) and she suddenly would find herself up shit creek without a paddle.

Now that expression doesn’t quite work as Shinki could very easily summon a paddle, though ‘shit creek’ is a very apt description for the building before her.

She held no great hatred for whorehouses, in fact, there were some that greatly impressed her. Yet this place and its little market stood as a pale imitation of those great temples of Inanna. It was sad really, pitiful women torturing a pitiful man for pitiful reasons. Its destruction could not come soon enough.

Hiding her distaste, Shinki descended to enter the building. Rudely, two Wolf Tengu drew their blades to bar her entry. One of them snarls out, “Halt! The Hakurei Shrine Experience is not yet open. Withdrawal immediately or face detainment.”

Ignoring the little pup, Shinki reached out to scratch her behind the ears. The receiver of pets stiffened and froze with a light blush, caught momentarily off-guard. The other, seemingly jealous, swung at Shinki with a cry, but the blade failed to pierce her dress.

Shinki hardly noticed this however as she studied the magical defenses guarding the front entrance. Finally satisfied, she blasted the door off its hinges and quickly unraveled the flood curses intended to do her harm.

Stepping over the smoking rubble that was once a door, Shinki was greeted by a rather unimpressed fox drinking coffee. It’s a bit hard to hear her over the alarms blaring, but Shinki’s able to piece together Ran’s greeting. “Greetings lady Shinki, the door was unlocked you know. You could of just… opened the door. A-Anyway, are you here for a fight or?”

The bags under the fox’s eyes make Shinki feel just a touch guilty. Honestly, she’d rather have just opened the door, but there’s a decorum to these things. To start a meeting with a peer (as much as Shinki is loath to call Yukari such), can never be a simple affair. Or at least, you can only act normally to those you’re familiar with. Otherwise, you’ll likely give the impression that something is up. After all, who doesn’t want to play layers of mind games in every interaction you have with a person?

Ah, she’s monologing again. Clearing her throat Shinki clarifies, “No, I just wish to speak with your master. Could you quiet this infernal racket? Oh, and a coffee would be lovely if you would.”

Maintaining that perfect stoic demeanor that every top goon of a Gensokyo hag has (herself included), Ran replies. “I’ll see what I can do. How would you like your coffee?”

She’s going to have to talk to Yukari so, “black.”

Ran tilts her head every so slightly in acknowledgment, however, there’s a gleam of approval in her eyes. “As you wish.”

>>46164886 (60/?)

With that, Ran disappears into a gap. A few moments later a Buddhist monk rushes in along with a horned little creature with a black and red aesthetic shouting, “Who the hell attacks before the sun is even up? I’ll kill you!”

To their credit, they make a solid attempt. The pair seem to be bonded and they take full advantage of that fact as they unleash a torrent of Danmaku at Shinki. Still, they’re painfully slow a being of Shinki’s caliber, so she’s able to to leisurely side-step the attack. Or rather she thought she could before the Youkai does something and the bullets change direction directly towards her.

She could prevent them from striking true, but she let them have this little victory. The bullets, though impressive by conventional standards, had little effect on silk brought so close to the platonic idea through alchemy. As the two prepared something else, Shinki had a realization. “Oh, you’re that little Goro boy, aren’t you? Byakuren writes about you frequently enough, though she never mentioned you were working at a brothel. Admittedly, I understand why.”

That gets the Buddhist to stop and then grab the Youkai as she goes to continue the attack. The fashion disaster turns on him angrily for that, “What is it?! She mentions something about that old witch playing monk and suddenly it’s time for tea?”

Goro bites his tongue at the latter remark, “She clearly isn’t trying to hurt us or destroy more than the door, we may as well see what she wants to say. There is more than one way to protect a building after all.”

Serendipitously, the alarm ceases as he says that, prompting the… she smells like an Amanojaku so Shinki will go with that, to huff. Triumph in his eyes, Goro turns back to Shinki and asks, “Perhaps we have gotten off on the wrong foot. What business do you have here and how do you know my… teacher?”

Shinki gives a pleased hum, “So you’re the one with manners, noted. I’m here to talk to Yukari. As how I know Byakuren, we go way back. She became an apprentice of mine after being driven to my neck of the woods for consorting with Youkai. We’ve kept in touch after she left Makai.”

Goro blinks before adopting a defeated look, “That would make you Shinki then, the Goddess of Makai. No wonder you could shrug that off. Ah, where are my manners, Goro and Seija at your service.”

As Goro bows ‘Seija’ scoffs, “Pah ‘great Goddess this’ and ‘terrifying magician that’, there’s just some trick to it. If we-”

The Amanojaku suddenly stops before shooting Shinki a nasty look. The Goddess didn’t particularly care for it. Arrogance could be entertaining, but too much venom ruins everything. Maintaining eye contact with Seija, Shinki advances on Goro just as he rises from his bow.

Before the monk could process her approach, Shinki asks, “So tell me, where do you get off torturing poor, sweet little Byakuren? To work at a brothel for Yukari while keeping this kind of company, I can only imagine the guilt and shame she must be feeling right now.”

To his credit, the monk does look guilty. That still doesn’t stop Shinki from pinching his cheek, however. “Listen well, I know for certain that you’ve not been writing to Byakuren and she’s sick from worrying as a result. I won’t criticize your choice of partner if you truly love her, though if you don’t what the hell are you doing?”

There were a few more things Shinki wanted to add, but Seija was biting her hand and that was old really quick. Grabbing the Amanojaku by the horns with her other hand, Shinki begins to shake the little shit. “As for you, if you hurt him then Byakuren will be sad and I’ll likely have to kill you. I frankly have better things to do, so don’t force my hand.”

Seija is thankfully not too hard to dislodge and she can’t get a word in before Ran returns and announces, “Lady Yukari will see you now. If you’ve finished entertaining yourself with the guards I can escort you there now.”

Shinki wasn’t quite done, but oh well. She has other things to do anyway.

It's been a busy week. I would have liked to write more of the interaction between Shinki and Seija + Goro, but sometimes good enough is good enough. I'll try to get out the next update tomorrow

>>46164904
>>46164886
>tries to fuck with the sword
>gets mogged by Yukari
>tries to fuck with the HSE alone
>
Shinki about to learn the meaning of "fuck around, find out" from Yukari herself
She needs some bullying after bullying Alice for so long, anyway; every Gensokyan hag is weak to bullying, after all~

>>46164975
Hecatia is immune to bullying.

>>46165079
she's also immune to relevancy

>>46164904
>spoiler
Eh, sometimes less is more you know? I think you did a good job. poor door-san though...

>>46164886
>>46164904
Those poor wolves jobbing to headpats.

>Last thread edition, next is the Finale!
Wait wtf how did I miss this in the OP
Aren't there still like a good chunk of plot elements that need tied up?

>>46151712
How long had it been since he last felt love​? The kind of love that filled his days with all kinds of excitement, that made him feel like he had his place in the world, that he almost took for granted? It had been snuffed out years ago, and he had spent so much time mourning for it. There would be no turning back time and bringing the wife he loved back, but now it felt like continuing on without her wasn’t an impossible task. The goddess before him-not an actual living goddess-looked over him with a gentle smile. Every feature of hers drew his attention. Her beautiful face, unravaged by the passage of time. A womanly figure that made him desire to hold her and find comfort with her. Her kind and intelligent nature. She reached up and touched his rugged body, holding her hand over his heart before she slowly trailed it upwards and cupped his face. He exhaled and smiled as he closed his eyes. “Your touch is so full of love” he said.

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“I am not going to write that, you’re making him sound like a girl in a bad romance novel!” Jade Parrot stopped jotting down notes and looked up from her paper at the woman who was feeding her ideas.

Snapped out of her monologue, Kanako looked back. “I think it works. After all he’s been through, he realizes just from her touch that this is the love he has been seeking all those years. It’s romantic”

“If I publish a work with that line, I can burning all my drawing materials as it my career as an artist would be dead. No man talks like that, they’re never that mushy ever”

“Well of course I knew that.” Kanako did not know that. “I just thought with the atmosphere we were building we would be open with how much he enjoys it. It tells the reader how much it means to him”

“Look, I now we agreed he’d seek her out because he wanted someone to help him move past the death of his wife, but men are never open about minor stuff like that. Ever. They hate talking about their feelings”


“They do?” Kanako questioned, ears perked for any potential romantic advice.

“Aren’t you a goddess? You should have noticed none of the men you’ve known over the years have ever talked like that. I’m having him say ‘It feels nice’ and that’s final” JP returned her attention to the paper and wrote down the improved dialogue. “So after that it’s a page or two of them getting ready, kissing touching all of that and they get ready. How do you want to do that?”

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The goddess was even more beautiful in her all naked glory. His eyes drank in the sight of her as that flame of passion he long thought extinguished roared to life. His gaze was drawn to her femininity and that desire only grew. He wanted the feeling of intertwining their bodies as they thought refuge in each other’s bodies. His experienced hand reached out and touched her, and she gasped. “Mortal, in this moment I cannot offer you any guidance. Never before have I shared my body with another, so I ask you understand this” But the man didn’t seem upset. He smiled, understanding of her and then he moved his rugged body closer and..

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“She’s a virgin? She’s lived for hundreds of years and she hasn’t even been with a single man? How is that even possible?” JP asked incredulously as she cut Kanako off.

“Well, there could be plenty of reasons. Her position as a goddess makes it hard for people to approach her, she’s been too busy with her duties to look for it. It’s not too unusual” Kanako tried not to sound too defensive. “Besides, did we not agree during the last session that his experience would be the selling point? With the differences between their sex lives, it would make it more apparent”

“Geez, I’d just give up on living if I didn’t get it on by then. But I suppose you have a point. She’ll be a virgin. Now I need your input on something important” JP pulled out a paper and pushed it across the desk. Kanako looked and her eyes went wide. While they were only rough sketches, it was easy to see what the two figures were doing in all of them.

“Now for the main sex scene I was thinking about this” JP said as she pointed to a sketch of a man of top of a woman. “It’ll allow him to lead and it’ll give him easy access to her chest to play with, which he should considering how huge they are” Kanako glanced down at her own chest mentally took note of that. “But with that and the story we have a few pages to fill out. Anything look good?”

Kanako couldn’t hold herself back from greedily eyeing the page. She wasn’t the kind of woman to enjoy such filth normally, but this was art. Art that showed how two people in love could show it by joining their bodies together. Starting to feel a bit heated, she pointed to two of the drawings that would make her look the least lascivious.

“Huh, I was thinking about those as well. I’ll get to the rough drafts and we’ll go over them next time, okay?” JP marked off the drawings.

“I’ll check in on your progress. Goodbye” Kanako turned and left, her face red.

>>46166044
Back at the shrine, Kanako started to make her way to her room. Her mind was still distracted even after the flight over, but a few minutes alone in her room should solve that. Before she could reach safety, she was halted in her tracks.

“Where have you been sneaking off to lately?” Kanako spun around to see Suwako standing there eyeing her warily. “You’re been heading off on your own quite a bit. If you’ve got some scheme of yours that you’re trying to keep hidden, you should come clean now. Everyone’s been making preparations and the last thing we need is one of your ideas blowing up in our faces” Kanako thought about lying, but it was likely Suwako already had some idea. That laid-back goddess could be quite crafty at times.

“I had to meet with the artist behind that book. It was destroying my image and as a goddess that couldn’t be. So I met with her in order to inform her of what she did so it wouldn’t happen again” Kanako managed to force out.

“So that took multiple meetings? What exactly were you doing?” Suwako said as a wry smile appeared on her face. After working with her for so long, she really knew how to press her buttons.


“Well, the artist offered an alternative, and I though another book of theirs could help undo the damage, and it would be better then just shutting them down” Kanako squeaked out, feeling very small for a goddess that has lived on this earth for centuries.

“So everyone is busting their ass planning for that day and you think the best way to spend your time is to get more smut drawn. I didn’t think it was this bad. It’s about him, isn’t it?”

“Maybe there are ways I could contribute more, but she offered the idea, and it’s about pure love! It’s much better then anything else she could have written, if I can help my image and get something out of it, then I might as well take the opportunity” While Suwako’s words stung, it was too late for Kanako to back out of her dealings with the tengu.

“Pure love? Oh man. You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?” Suwako said as she slumped against the wall.

“Since you suggested the idea to me I have thought about it. A relationship with him could be fruitful for me, and he does have an appeal as a man. I really enjoy it if I were courted by him” Kanako wanted nothing more to fade out of existence. Any moment she’d hear the laughter and the jibes. Suwako would never let her forget this and Sanae would think less of her as a god. It was over, her pure maiden’s heart pulled out and trampled on by the people closest to her.

But it never came. Looking at Suwako she saw something surprising. Rather then a smug grin or a knowing smirk, there was a genuine smile on her face. “Here I thought you were just being perverted about the whole thing. but you really do like Anon, don’t you?”

“You’re not mad?” Kanako asked, surprised by the goddess’s reaction.

“As long as you’re genuine about it why would I be? Anon’s a real salt of the earth guy, he’d be great for you. I say go for it”

“It’s not as easy as you’re making it sound. Even after if we save him-when we save him things might not work out” Kanako replied as she avoided Swuako’s gaze.

Suwako rolled her eyes as her hat followed her cue. “You never second guessed yourself when you pulled off a plan before, so why now?”

“This sort of thing isn’t something I know much about. It’s different from approaching someone as a god or an ally or a friend, and his heart might belong to another”


Suwako sighed “Well, he might have someone else in mind, but maybe he doesn’t. Or something might change after he gets out. You can’t just give up right away. The man already likes you after all”

“Really? You think so?” Kanako said breathlessly.

“Well, maybe not in that way. But you saw how happy he was to see you again when we met during the festival. As long as he’s not against it you have a chance. I can always help you if you need it”

“Thank you, I will think about it” Kanako bowed her head slightly.

“Just don’t think about it too much. We have a job to do. But I’ll be on your side if you ever need help turning his head towards you” Suwako adjusted her hat and looked upwards with a cheeky grin “Besides, it’s been so long since some new life has graced these halls. Maybe Anon can help you with that. I know Sanae hasn’t been making much progress towards that” As Kanako stood with her mouth agape, Swuako turned her head towards the hall behind her. “You hear that Sanae? Kanako might beat you in that regard, you better hurry up and find a man that actually likes talking about giant robots if you want to be first!”

From somewhere down the hall came a frustrated cry

“Lady Suwako!”

>>46165567
it's more of a meme at this point; people have been talking about “this/next thread is the last!” since thread 2. Considering the ways the writeanons write together, it's hard to gauge how many threads are necessary for all plot elements to be tied down. At the very least, all seem to be gearing towards the ending: the next Anon's Frens meeting, for example, will be the last one.

>>46166046
>>46166044
>It was over, her pure maiden’s heart pulled out and trampled on by the people closest to her.
it was ALMOST Kanover...
but look at that, the return of /ourgirl/! Nice seeing the JP again~keked a lot with the whole smut doujinshi creation, Kanako would fare well in such industry. Thousands of years of virginity translate to the most nasty, detailed and frowned-upon fetishes one could even come across printed in paper...
Sanae must be fucking desperate after being mogged by Aya and Marisa in the pregnancy department, poor living goddess...
thanks for the chapters!

>>46166046
>>46166044
Bullying Kanako is something that never gets old. Unlike Sanae. The clock is ticking, Suwako!

>>46168043
man, how old is Sanae in-universe? 39, 40? Girl needs to speedrun if she wants a biological team of justice fighters; otherwise, adoption will be easier than ever in the coming year

>>46168098
she's a deity and isn't (quite) as autistic as kanako
she's got a long time ahead of her to find a husband

>>46168108
I was under the impression while she's a deity, her still being a human made her age normally and such. Eh, maybe that's one of her miracles, not aging at all
no miracle is getting her a man, though

>>46168134
The way it was written in the oghanafic and Hananon's stories is that Sanae is to be a women her primes thanks to her divine nature.
In 2hulore it'd be accurate to say she's a human with a divine spirit growing inside her thanks to the worship of the villagers.
She's essentially gotten the same deal as Kanako, being a god in human form and able to live without without faith and reverting to their human form

>>46168323
thanks, that makes more sense

>>46148524
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The jiji's face was contorted, his arms were shaking, and he was uncomfortably resting them on his lap, near the revolver—as if he'd have a bone of decency in that wrinkly body. “How dare you… How dare you?!” He spits, unrest growing. My body was prepared to lunge in front of my woman and babies to protect them. “All those words about my Akyuu, as if any of you knew her better than her father—you never held her when she cried in her sleep, thinking about her curse; you didn't walk alongside her on every step of her life, hoping every day the next step wouldn't be the last—I can forgive these; you said yourself, her passing impacted all of us.” His furious gaze lingered on Aki for what seemed like an instant before returning to Keine. “… But then you act as if I have not done my very best to keep this village running and the people inside of it safe? And even use that wicked place as an example of good?!” Keine tried to say something, but Mr. Hieda cut her, suddenly getting up from his seat and approaching. My fire rose to the sound of raised guns, stopping the fucker from getting closer. It didn't do anything to clear the scorn on his face. “You want to know why I haven't lifted a finger against the HSE? Devil, I will tell you why: I am human. Look at this!” He spins and points at his men, who shudder at the sudden attention. “Samurai that tremble! They're humans, too! Humans that cannot lift a finger to a Youkai like Yakumo Yukari! Do you think I want to become a problem for her? She doesn't need me alive—none of my men alive—to conduct whatever plans she has! And who’s solving this? The Hakurei Miko is a mess, and the Moriyans refuse to interfere! We're powerless to destroy that cancer—”

Suddenly, the old man starts coughing, “Hieda-sama!” One of the samurai closes the distance, and with my heart thumping and hands shaking, I look around: Suzu seems haunted, but also as if wanting to say something. Mystia wings go up and down in clear distress, eyeing Keine…

silent; the picture of calm, thought. She quickly glances at Mystia. What the…?

“B-But here you sit, pointing a finger at me as if I were the one who opened the floodgates, the man who cried wolf, or the monster that has been choking this village! No, Keine Kamishirasawa, I'm none of that!” He finally recovers from the hacking cough, immediately pointing a finger at the woman. “I'm one man without the support of an immortal! Who lived through numerous incidents and kept pushing anyway, even if my world was threatened to ashes because of almighty youkais, the very things you want to have a place in our society! I can not defeat Yukari Yakumo, but who do you think will lead the village back when someone does bring on her downfall or when she’s done with her plans? That'll do his very best so us, humans, are safe, educated, and fed? Do you think it'll be you and your wide-eyed dreams? Your miserable little halflings…?” The next words come with such spite, yet Keine never turns her eyes away from the man's. “You have divided this village once, and when push comes to shove, all you'd do is divide it again. Change history, see it as you may, look so forward into the future you forget the common person by your side… But their leader won't do so. This conversation is over, and I bid you my farewell.” Without another word, the man turns and begins walking away, the silence thick as stone.

Inside, rage burned brightly, flames threatening to grow, though they remained at bay as my focus was on Keine, who kept her silence and calmly rocked Aki up and down as if the Hieda hadn’t just said all those words.

What’s going on…?!

Suzu looked on the verge of hyperventilation, mouth opening yet closing soon after, eyes jumping from the man, Mochi in her arms, then Keine. The crowd watched, expecting something—anything—to be done by the silent revolutionary…

My rage just kept growing. So many words wanted to leave my mouth, a conflagration of thoughts and truths… But it was just so hard to articulate them—anxiety at its maximum after an uncomfortable day full of people—I just needed to say it! Help Keine in any way possible, because all of Mr. Hieda's words were nothing but—

“Do you have anything you want to say…” Keine’s low voice sounded like a gong. “… Mystia?”

“—excuses!” The old man was stopped in his tracks, the samurai behind him tensing, fingers on triggers, as a yell reverberated throughout the room. Mystia Izakaya caught everyone's attention as she stood ‘tall,’ fists closed, eyes blazing, fluffy wings displaying intense rage. “Excuse after excuse! Nothing but excuses!” Keine smiled as if eased, watching Mystia's back from below—a tinge of jealousy inside was swiftly snuffed out. “You think weakness is a valid excuse?! That you should avoid trying because of weakness?! Mr. Hieda, let this one—the Weakest Youkai of Gensokyo—give you a piece of her bird brain: to be weak is okay… But to be satisfied in weakness? That’s nothing but disgusting!”

>>46172613
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W-What…?

I gawk at the night sparrow that had until now stood in silence, the firmness of her voice contradicting her shy demeanor throughout the day. It's not only me: the persisting crowd; those watching from the windows; the mighty and tall samurai with their firearms; and the one bearing the most intense of glares, Mr. Hieda, hands together and a sharp stare of choler. Mystia seems discouraged for a moment, and I was about to intervene—a soft hand I've come to know too well catches mine. Keine maintains a sly smile, but the tremors I can feel holding her hand so tightly on mine speak volumes of the sheer terror that echoes inside of her, “When your enemy is destroying themselves, do everything to increase that fire…” I frown at her whispered words…

But then I look back at Mystia, who'd just taken a deep breath, her eyes ironclad again… Then it clicks, and it is difficult to contain my smile as I clasp Keine's shaking hand harder—fuck off, you~gambling scares you now? Suzu to the side looks so confused, it’s endearing. “Disgusting…? That's rich coming from a youkai who'd constantly harass and murder humans in the past—”

“—Humans also would murder night sparrows for meat in the past! Why do you think we've developed such a humane appearance these last centuries?” Wings fluttering menacingly, Mystia huffs. “But none of that matters anymore! What matters is a future that'll prevent the past, that'll stop our most terrible habits—that's my goal in this rebellion!” The clicks of weapons cause the crowd to flinch and retreat as she moves forward, forming an empty corridor leading to the front door. Yet the perhaps most powerful regular human and the weakest youkai kept unmoved. “My entire life was lived in weakness, Mr. Hieda. I never disputed the clear injustices and wrongdoings happening in front of me, never stopped dad or mother when they threw another one out of the nest to their deaths, and even adhered to principles that I hated because, otherwise, in my weakness, my family and I wouldn't survive! Because of my weakness, my kids would have continued this never-ending cycle of cruelty… But not anymore! I’m here today in front of you because I have promised that never again abhorrent sacrifices will be needed to ensure the nest's survival!” Mystia's words enthralled the crowd, tears filling the sparrow's eyes as Mr. Hieda's gaze twisted with confusion, disgust, and something else—empathy? “… I understand fear. I understand that directly fighting Yukari-san would be dangerous… But in letting such fear—weakness—control you, never changing your ways or transforming the village, how do you expect to stop the next one that tries another HSE? Will you really just stand by and let them abuse your people as they please? That is a horrible cycle of suffering, Mr. Hieda, and people like Keine-san—who was homeless and had to forage for food, who was stoned for a lie!—will continue to suffer! A cycle of throwing babies out of balconies! In your weakness, your people will suffer!”

Eyes shifted from Mystia to Mr. Hieda and his samurai at one point in the speech, the throng encircling them like a tidal wave, their eyes now knives, rage, and that little spark that truly starts rebellions—faith in words.

Completely dumbfounded by Mystia's words—huffing wide-eyed, face red from tears and shaking—I turn to Keine… Her smile vanished. In its place, awe.

I laughed mockingly, a devilish note to it. She was probably expecting Mystia to say some mean words to Mr. Hieda, but the lengths the sparrow went to defend the movement? Devotion to a cause is a beautiful thing~still, Keine's shock didn't last much as she got up and proudly marched to Mystia's side, Aki nestled on the curve of her neck, “Mystia.” Gently placing her hand on the sparrow's shoulder, she smiles serenely as their gazes lock, Mystia's wild and tense. “… Thank you. I'll handle it from here.” Shaken by her own words, Mystia just nodded. “While at it, please… take care of my daughter~” Without waiting for the sparrow's input, Keine tenderly placed Aki on her arms, her already big eyes widening even more as she attempted to get away from it. It was in vain.

… Still…

Mystia trembled as she held Aki, the infant staring deep into her eyes. A moment of silence, then: “… I'm swo sworry…” She whispered.

Aki blinked…

… Then giggled.

With tears in her eyes once more, Mystia turned around and walked over to the couch. Few truly understood what had just happened—yet, one could see pieces joining behind people’s eyes like a jigsaw puzzle—but, man… The sparrow's sincere overjoy made me feel fuzzy inside, ugh. I cleaned up a stray tear before it could ruin my tough reputation.

Suzu didn't need to worry about that; her big, gleaming eyes were on Mystia's as she sat down, an angelic smile there, though Mystia was too focused on the baby to notice.

“‘Born monsters’… Mr. Hieda, I kindly ask you to stop bullshitting me.” Keine said it with zero hesitation.

>>46168323
>Sanae and Kanako are such hardcore femcels that they had to give themselves immortality in order to not hit menopause before finding a man
>Both end up falling for the same man, who's first stolen by Reimu, then beaten and raped for years while they could do nothing, and is now Gensokyo's dedicated jizz dispenser
Imagine being a Moriya

>>46172613
>>46172622
I think a lot of people forget about how harsh and cruel life is for the lower-level beast youkai, who have all the weakness of fairies but none of the benefits like being able to respawn like dark souls undead. Mystia is quickly becoming one of my favorite characters

>>46172634
It's always amusing that Suwako always turns out to be the more mature one

>>46173089
Well... she was a proper mother a couple times.

>>46173006
Mystia probably got some of my favorite character growth in this fic for sure. She matured really well from when we first saw her and honestly I'm proud.

>>46174678
>>46173006
I'm glad people liked Mystia's inclusion and character development, was such a fucking gamble after the balcony touchdown fiasco, but it's been really fun to write her and the BBQ (Birds 'n Books Quartet~). Also makes me happy in a very silly manner the fact that I've written for all of the bird moms in the HSE up until now~
Anything ti quench the pain of the Mystia Izakaya's code shitting itself recently...

>>46172613
>>46172622
Mystia has really changed for the better. If she can do it, then the future of youkai coexisting with humans is bright.

birds, revolutionaries and revolutionary birds are consuming the thread! They'll destroy the village! What's even so alluring about this teacher's ideologies?!

>>46179428
I want to marry Mystia. If Keine wins, I get to do that. It's that simple.

>>46179428
Youkai wives > Gensokyo

>>46179552
>>46180355
even though the HSE is a mega rape den, it still instilled in the people a drive to fuck youkai women. So unexpected.....
damn, akyuu's gonna be born a fucking half-youkai, isn't she? At least that may bullshit into existence a cure for her short lifespan
anon, and okina should be especially happy with the changes, though. A future god of fertility and family thrives in keine's gensokyo! Anon's mega orphanage, that'll need to be defended against weird goddesses!

>>46181082
Akyuu being reincarnated as one of Anon's half-youkai rapebabies is the Gensokyo equivalent of the Nerevarine being an Argonian

>>46181246
>>46181082
Delete your life

>>46183551
that's not even the worst case scenario
she reincarnates as one of Marisa's babies, fully inheriting the jobber genes

>>46172622
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I can only imagine what Mr. Hieda was feeling now…

It’s hard to hide my smug, my left hand holding my chin~

Mochi, having forgotten Suzu's bells, munched on his fist and stared at the adult sparrow as Suzu softly drew circles on her back, whispering soothing words to calm the still-crying sparrow, Aki in her arms, giggling and flapping her wings; so energized!

The mob surrounding the man and his samurai stirred with unrest, words whispered, understanding the tender moment of just now spreading like wildfire. A human forgives, a youkai weeps—a vein of fuel for the flames of our rebellion. Mr. Hieda tsked, a hand hovering next to his revolver. “Bullshitting you…?!” His tone said what the masquerade of dissatisfaction couldn't convey: he was shaken. “After this absurdity?! My point was made, Devil, I have nothing more to discuss with you and your inability to look away from the sun—you aim so very high, expecting simple men to follow your impossibilities…”

“That's the purpose of a leader, Mr. Hieda: guide others where they cannot reach,” Keine cut him, her fists closed and platinum hair framing an expression of just suicide. “… Things won't be easy from here; no one that stood here after you and your men entered expected as such—but to live one more second of that miserable life…? Of denying my children the world? A life for the next generation that doesn't know better?! Embracing your strength and the resilience of the Human Village, which withstood the worst of Gensokyo, may bring you contentment… But I want more, Mr. Hieda, and no amount of pain I face will change that!” She held her breath for a moment, pondering something no one could fathom… Then, “… Akyuu did the same.” Mr. Hieda's hand clasped the revolver's grip; my flames surged to life, just waiting. The audience, simultaneously agitated and morbidly intrigued by the drama, did not move an inch. “Akyuu’s sickness worsened every day; the physical and mental effort of writing that much… She knew she could and would die anytime soon, yet she never stopped writing the Gensokyo Chronicles. She did her very best so we’d never forget what made us who we are today.” A moment of silence. “You were a great father, Mr. Hieda, and Akyuu idolized you; she never gave up… So why have you?”

In his silence, all the man could do was clench his hold on the gun.

It was answer enough.

“Coward!” Mr. Hieda's face whipped towards the sudden, angry voice. “You gave up on us!”

“Taxes have only been raised, yet no improvement?! Why have you given up?!” From the other side of the crowd.

The wide-eyed samurai surrounding the old sack of bones tried to say something, maintain authority, but the restlessness only grew. “You're not a leader!”

“Y-You fools, don't you understand?! Nothing will improve for you under her daft ideals!” I laughed aloud as he attempted to yell to everyone and no one at the same time, only to be nearly struck by a flying bamboo cup.

“You gave up on us!”

“Fuck you! If I knew youkai women were so damn cute, I'd have also started an insurrection!”

“It's not an insurrection, dumbass!”

“Doesn't change the matter at hand—she’s just so cute, man! Did you see those fluffy wings?! They're to die for!” Mystia blushed and giggled at the distraught man's words. Aki and Mochi grew uneasy with all the yelling and movement, Suzu the first to notice and, calmly, nudging Mystia to follow her to the quieter bedroom.

My eyes jumped from Keine's back to them, and I nodded to Suzu; she cocked her head to the side in confusion, eyes narrowed… “I'll be there in a second.” I clarified, and—flushed—she nodded back, leaving in a hurry with the three night sparrows.

Keine's face looked like a wall, while Mr. Hieda's eyes were full of rage and vitriol. “You're going to be the death of this Village, Devil!” With a trembling finger, he yelled, finesse forgotten at such harsh truths… She, surprisingly, looked hurt.

That's not the moment to be empathic, dumbass!

“… This conversation is over for now, Mr. Hieda—we'll continue it in three days. Farewell.”

As if relieved to hear such words, the samurai vigor grows tenfold, and they excruciatingly lead the fuming old man away. A symphony of booing, mean words, and demands followed as the entourage of twenty-one marched away into the night.

People soon flocked to Keine with high praises and wide eyes, asking to hear more of her ideas, ideology, thoughts or just screaming to see the 'cute youkai women'—geez, these are the revolutionaries fighting for our cause…? At least they're committed.

Keine's smile and thoughtfulness returned in full bloom the next moment, amassing the people for a hopefully short round of explanation and dissertation…

She tried to hide it, but when our eyes connected, it was easy to see near infinite tiredness. She was exhausted.

A plea swam there, too: “Later, please. I need to finish this.”

… I stared back for a long second, sighed, and, silently, went to check on Mystia and Suzu.

>>46186009
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The commotion in the living room is still audible but muffled enough that Aki and Mochi didn't seem as agitated as before, the four of them—the twins, Suzu, and Mystia—lying on mine and Keine's bed: Aki on her belly, wings softly flapping with her big, awestruck eyes focused on Mystia's 'massive' wings. Mochi had lost interest in Mystia and was back to harassing poor Suzu, the small librarian expertly guiding his hands away from her hair as if playing a game with the baby, a sweet smile on her face nonetheless. Cute, very cute… Nevertheless, I sulked and scowled as I closed the door, sitting on the bed’s edge with forearms on my knees, bewildered and worried eyes immediately on me. “Mokou-san? Are you okay…?” Mystia tried; her voice choked from the previous crying.

“I’m fine. It’s Keine… She’s taking care of the people that remained—probably will be sending them away soon, though; we should've ended the day an hour ago.” I whispered under my breath, giving in to the urge to caress Mochi's wings—the gentle flapping was encouraging. “She seemed so fucking exhausted…”

“It was a long day for all of us…” With a mumble and a sigh, Suzu fell backwards onto the bed, much to Mochi's great delight and mine. Hopefully she doesn't look under the mattress… “It is universal; if that soothes you, Mokou-san~my man usually works so hard too, it makes me sick with worry about his health.” She titters as a curious Mochi tries to pull on the bells with no success. Mental note: Remember to spike his baby bottle with lots of protein; that's how babies grow up to be strong!

Mystia laughs, wiping the last of the tears from her face and revealing only a tiny smile as she gently strokes Aki's hair. “Shoot, so it's just me who cannot brag about my partner?” Her smile fades a little, though. “… I never expected human males to be so attracted to me. No male night sparrow ever paid attention to me because of my height and small wing size—I really thought I'd never experience, um, w-what those… human g-gentlemen made me feel today… It was like I was a queen~” Laughter erupts across the room, though I can see why her smile had died a little; she probably went to the HSE because of that…

… It must be hard to live such a short life thinking that you'll never find love.

I gave Mochi's wings a little more tender pat, but my perceptive gaze quickly shifted to Suzu, who appeared to be deep in thought. She looked at me, thought for a moment, and then smiled softly and said, “It's nothing, Mokou-san; just mulling over something I thought of earlier today.” Her eyes then moved to Mystia, her smile big. “Feel free to ask for advice on how to woo a human man if you ever need it, Mystia-san~!”

“B-Bwuah?! I-I appreciate it, Suzu-san…! But not r-right now! We're still in the middle of a revolution!” Mystia tried, her face flushed like a mature apple.

“And? That seems like the perfect place to find love~” I joke, letting my body fall backwards onto the mattress too. Aki and Mochi, adorably enjoying the attention, decided that this was the perfect opportunity to practice climbing: Suzu giggled as the little girl struggled to climb onto her massive bust; Mochi sat on my plain chest with ease, his precious smile doing nothing to suppress the sudden envy…

Ah, if you weren’t so damn cute, my son…

Yet, I never lost my smile. I don't know why or when it happened, but something in this old and antisocial heart felt at peace surrounded by these people, a feeling reserved only for my bride-to-be and children—and maybe Kags?—until now… Feeling a sudden urge, I mumbled, “Thanks.”

Suzu and Mystia's eyes were on me, and the confusion behind them made me feel embarrassed and upset. Geez, are they retarded…?

I mockingly took a bite of Mochi's hand when he tried to poke my nose to detox from the embarrassment, the baby giggling and rolling out of my chest.

“… Thank you for… being here for Keine.” I stopped, pouted a little longer, and then, flushed, went on. “… For my family, actually. You are busy people with your own lives, yet you were the first to be part of her revolution. Without you, she'd have been all alone with two kids, and I doubt she could’ve started any of this…” Fuck, fuck—no, get this tear out of here! Stop giving me that shining smile, Suzu, you goddamn devil! “I-I'm really just fucking glad you're here with us. I appreciate you two like you wouldn't believe.” As the words slowly left me, a sense of guilt grew inside; the suspicion I had towards them; the mean shit I said and thought…

Still, all Suzu did was giggle, her bells singing, “Don't worry, Mokou-san. I'm certain you and Keine-san would've done the same for my family~”

Mystia, however, caught my hand with a 'tight' grip, “You and Keine-san have given me much more than a chance…” Her empty hand softly caressed Mochi's wings. “No matter what this little story's ending holds for us, I will always be thankful for being a part of it!”

‘What the ending holds for us’, huh…?

>>46186015
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The bedroom's door is suddenly opened, Keine's eyes the very picture of tiredness, a yawn escaping her. “Just finished sending everyone home… Ugh, it took so long—”… then her worn-out eyes locked on the five of us and an infectious joy grew on her face as if an infestation. “Did I miss anything~?”

“We that missed you, dummie! Come here now; we were just discussing what man Mystia will be marrying to~” Suzu said, a note of tease there with an easy smile on her face.

“B-Bwuah?! W-Wha—t-that's a lie, Keine-san! Did you forget what I just said, Suzu?!” A choir of laughs echoed as Keine rushed in, eager to be part of the gossip rounds.

I silently stared at my bride-to-be—laughing out loud by my side, unconsciously having caught my hand on hers—, my children—playing carefree with people that care for and love them—, and my… friends, if I may call them that: one hiding her searing red face and the other giggling, this confused sense of peace to her voice, as if forgetting, for even a moment, terrible thoughts.

When and how it happened really doesn’t matter anymore.

It is here, and it’s something to live for.

… Whatever the ending of our rebellion may be…

It’ll be worth fighting for it.

—

yup, and this concludes part 2 of the Keine storyline's ending! Next will be 2.5, or the Blue Moon—by Frank Sinatra, of course~—, then the ending! Sorry again, Suzuanon, for holding onto the Suzuner for so long!
Also, they didn’t have a foursome off camera. Don’t fall for the meme.

>>46186009
>>46186015
>>46186026
Man, desire for youkai pussy really is going to be what spurs on the revolution, but who can blame them? Not that our four freedom fighters aren't putting in a lot of work to make it a success.

>Suzu giggled as the little girl struggled to climb onto her massive bust

First Reimu, now Suzu. Pregnancy hormones in Gensokyo sure are something.

>>46186681
>Pregnancy hormones in Gensokyo sure are something
considering it's from Mokou POV, who's mogged in the tits department by fairies and inchlings alike, the "massive bust" might just be a regular C cup or something.

>>46186009
>“Fuck you! If I knew youkai women were so damn cute, I'd have also started an insurrection!”
I'm convinced this and the three guys from the bar are all the same guy. He learned bunraku to hit on youkai women three times as effectively and pad out crowds to support his causes.

>>46187149
I'm already a cook. I will grow Mystia's food stall into a 100,000 year empire. Poultry will vanish forever from Gensokyo's cuisine. 5000 generations into the future, human villagers will describe outside world fried chicken as "tasting like lamprey."

>>46187149
All me BTW

>>46186681
Lol, keine succeeds in her revolution and 8 months into it the hakurei barrier almost goes down because youkai and humans aren't at minimum having formal ritual conflicts with spell cards. Would be funnier if all of the characters actually forget and this becomes a potential plot point in hananons extra stage.

>>46190831
it is expected that only weaker youkai like Mystia will be doing this, meaning the stronger and stubborn youkai will keep being themselves; and incidents won't just disappear, your general retard will still try to manipulate the market or eat petrol or something. Utopia is not on the menu, boys...

>>46191577
You don't get it anon, the base amount of ingrained fear is generated solely because of the village's meme of 'yooks bad'
There is nothing indicating its for only weak youkai so far, this will crash the barrier with no survivors once the fear and superstition starts to dry up. Keine may have entirely doomed Gensokyo, which makes the 'if Akyuu were alive she'd be on my side' argument laughable. She 100% would put down Keine's rebellion, though much less autistically.

>>46192491
that's in the Gensokyo pre-HSE though, things are changing all over and the barrier also needs to change after more than half the youkai population banged a human. Fear is the thing of the past, now the barrier will sustain itself purely on friendship and lust! Also, does the barrier feed from the energy produced by humans and youkai? For all we know it's the Sages that keep the great barrier up, as it has been said in-universe that if a sage dies the barrier goes with them. And with the plans consisting of sealing Yukari and somehow keeping her power, probably Ran in this regard it's not too far fetch to think she'll change the barrier to adhere to the changes in the human village and Gensokyo as such; the barrier is not static, after all.
or maybe it'll be the death of Gensokyo and Keine will be remembered as the greatest mass murderer of youkai that should've kept the swastika!
depends on who writes it~

writers are slacking off, please wait warmly~

>>46192491
Isn't Byakuren's crusade based around the idea that youkai can sustain themselves simply from faith that they exist, and that forced conflict between humans and youkai is obsolete?

>>46193114
Nta but yeah, great for mankind and slightly shitty for the yooks, awful for gensokyo.

>>46192767
>now the barrier will sustain itself purely on friendship and lust!
Or new mating mock combat rituals become commonplace to satisfy the barrier, youkai wives "chase and prey upon" their human husbands, a human husband will "exterminate" their youkai wives. Fun date ideas, the real question becomes how the barrier handles half youkai and if they're treated as youkai for the clause.

>>46193605
>Youkai-human marriage is normalized
>Youkai men are mad at human villagers stealing their wives
>Villager men are mad at youkai stealing their wives
The wars of future Gensokyo will be based around NTR. Thanks Keine.

>>46193715
>[lol, lmao species] males doing anything remarkable in Gensokyo
We serve only to be abused; chucked into mega brothels; stabbed in front of hermits and controlled by the perverted sages. They control the media, the politics, and even the religion…
This is a woman's Gensokyo…

>>46193715
>human/youkai relations break down organically
>most of keine's efforts are in vain except some trade relations between humans and youkai open up and weak youkai are somewhat better off in the long run.
>there remains a noticeable uptick in human/youkai offspring that shows up here and there several decades later despite being frowned upon.
What a ride Leone
>>46193813
Damn lewd rabbit looking for trouble in the village again...

>>46193605
>#code to feed the barrier
>#TODO: unfuck Yukari's retarded non-euclidian code and change the harvestered/converted type of energy into lust/friendship
>#TODO: add a clausule for half-youkai to be considered two separate objects, half energy gathering for each object
>#TODO: ask Goro-san and Seija-san to reverse the Sanzu again for better calcs
>#TODO: interrogate Eirin on what the fuck a 'God Emperor' means
>#TODO from Chen: pls Ran I used AI to remodelate the code like you asked and suddenly it was inf what do i do i don't know what to do pls fix code pls help im too scared to talk to you directly pls helpu

from amassed_energy import amassed_energy

class EnergyBattery:
def __init__(self, capacity):
self.capacity = capacity
self.current_energy = 100000
>#Sage energy back-up plan; barrier is not falling;

def charge(self, energy):
if self.current_energy + energy <= self.capacity:
self.current_energy += energy
print(f"Charged {energy} units of energy.")
else:
print("Battery full. Cannot charge more energy.")
>#???????????? WHAT IS HAPPENING FOR THE BARRIER TO BE WORKING AT MAXIMUM?!

def main():
battery_capacity = (2**63 - 1)
battery = EnergyBattery(battery_capacity)
battery.charge(amassed_energy)

if __name__ == "__main__":
main()

>>46193880
>The Great Hakurei Barrier is written in Python
Uhh Yukari, explain yourself?