/jp/ - Otaku Culture

[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
>>45678494 | Part 11
>>45774613 | Part 12
>>45888588 | Part 14
>>46097700 | Part 15

[chapters of last thread]
>>46097734 | 62-Ran
>>46099735 | 1-2-HSE, the Gakkuran Valentine's Special
>>46106800 |
>>46106895 | 15-Marisa
>>46107021 | 154-155-Hana
>>46107033 |
>>46108908 | 1-5-HSE, the Gakkuran Valentine's Special
>>46110168 |
>>46110928 |
>>46111057 |
>>46111292 |
>>46114262 | 33-Keine
>>46119503 | 6-8-HSE, the Gakkuran Valentine's Special
>>46119538 |
>>46119736 |
>>46129508 | 138-139-Seija/Goro
>>46129515 |
>>46134286 | 9-11-HSE, the Gakkuran Valentine's Special
>>46134682 |
>>46134712 |
>>46138984 | 34-36-Keine
>>46138994 |
>>46148495 |
>>46148524 | 19-Mokou
>>46151689 | 4-5-Kanako
>>46151712 |
>>46154059 | 156-157-Hana
>>46154066 |
>>46156377 | 12-13-HSE, the Gakkuran Valentine's Special
>>46156475 |
>>46156816 | 166-168-Yamashiro/Seija
>>46156829 |
>>46156835 |
>>46164886 | 6-7-Shinki
>>46164904 |
>>46166044 | 6-7-Kanako
>>46166046 |
>>46172613 | 20-24-Mokou
>>46172622 |
>>46186009 |
>>46186015 |
>>46186026 |
>>46198931 | 63-64-Ran/Chen
>>46198946 |
>>46208241 | 27-28-Kosuzu
>>46208260 |
>>46212135 | 25-Mokou
>>46219858 | 158-159-Hana
>>46219868 |
>>46221082 | 8-10-Shinki
>>46221109 |
>>46221135 |
>>46227210 | 20-Reimu
>>46227216 | 160-Hana
(972 entries)

[for phoneanons that can't access the dead threads, here's the last thread. Link to all others in the 'all entries']:
>>/jp/thread/46097660 | 22nd thread

>>46240785
>>Yukari meets Shinki, who begs she lets her daughter—Alice—have a crumb of dick
I like how they discussed it in the context of, "okay, AFTER you sentence everyone to the pain cage for 1000000 years just give my Alice a gentle let down when you rape her crush in front of her!"

>>46241214
>"okay, AFTER you sentence everyone to the pain cage for 1000000 years just give my Alice a gentle let down when you rape her crush in front of her!"
kek, I love absurdism

Here ye, here ye.
The next edition of the thread-ly relationship chart is here.
BOXES 2.5 EDITION

Everybody loves Yukari.

made a little thing for the Ao3 chapter
so many memories~

>>46241472
very nice
> Yuuma -- Bad Egg
kek
thanks for your efforts!

>>46241755
meant for >>46241420
good God, not even 10 replies in and already a fuck-up...

>>46241763
It happens to the best of us. :)

Ending never ever

>>46241981
hey man it takes time
we only need ending for like 5 more characters just give us another month

>>46242199
summer solstice ending irl, maybe
this was supposed to be the finale thread right?

>>46242697
procrastination + life matters = another delay~
works for me, though. Managed to make just enough time to write a meeting I was intending to chuck for the finale

>>46242721
What would Ran do if Yukari finally got fed up with her subversions and for real ordered Anon to fuck Chen in front of her as a punishment?

>>46242199
>Yukari
>Okina
>Kasen
>Reimu
>Ran, Chen
>Seiga
>Yachie
>Yuuma
>Cirno & Nazrin
>Konngara (There's still one big thing left I need to write for her but that can maybe wait for later in Act 3.)
>Myouren
>Flandre
>Momiji
>Yuugi, Suika, Satori sisters, the rest of the Oni Alliance
>Sanae, Kanako and Suwako
>Keine & Mokou, Mystia (like one or two posts away)

So I think (note this isn't gonna be 100% correct) that would currently leave:
>Hana
>Aya
>Goro & Seija
>(Job Squad) Marisa, Alice, Mima, Yuuka, Shanghai, Kosuzu, Shinki
>Meiling & Patchiouli
>Tewi(?)
>Rikako & Lemontene
>Son Biten
>Dolly
>The Fairy War
So looks like we're half-way there

>>46242821
Yukari would have to know first about the subversion, and if she came to know about it, she would indeed take Chen to that torture chamber she talked about in earlier threads, but she wouldn't torture Chen because, even though she considers her a robot without emotions, she's still attached to Chen, as seen after Kogasa chapters and the Anon/Yukari chapters recently.
But in a world where she'd do that to Chen and Anon, I don't really know. It'd parallel the scene of her raping Anon in front of Hana; Ran would then snap, send Reimu and Tetsu an emergency gap snap and then go ballistic over Yukari; she'd fiercely battle, but steadily find herself outmatched by Yukari. Reimu and Tetsu would respond and attack the HSE, but by themselves against Yukari, Kasen and the rest of the Yukari Empire wouldn't really do much, though it'd still be disastrous for Yukari; ending then with them taking Ran and Chen out of the HSE. After that, too much trauma to deal with.
A weird scenario to consider, and impossible to happen as it'd destroy Yukari's character and change too much dynamics. It'd also take a lot of time to develop.
thanks for the images, Satan

>>46242871
>Chen to that torture chamber she talked about in earlier threads, but she wouldn't torture Chen because, even though she considers her a robot without emotions, she's still attached to Chen, as seen after Kogasa chapters and the Anon/Yukari chapters recently.
This kind of extended one-on-one time with Chen could ironically be the very thing she'd need to see Chen isn't actually just a bot and that she managed to accidentally program true sentience into her AIs.

>>46227216 (3/4)
—
Hana was lying; that much was clear.

… But it doesn't matter. Whatever she saw in meditation, she doesn't want me to know about it. It's her choice, no matter how acutely it hurts me—a very weird, empty feeling echoed inside, like a small ember of my fire hadn't been returned…

It was weirdly comforting.

I finish putting my miko uniform, the fire inside—and Chen's scarf~—keeping my body warm, and leave the tool shed to meet my Hana, already fully clothed and distractedly playing with her ascot. The snow gleamed with refracted sunlight, the sun in its zenith, meaning we meditated for roughly six hours. “What do we do now?” She asks, and I hide the thump of my heart, a faint grin escaping even so.

To have someone want to spend time with you…

“I stocked a lot of meat and grains for winter, but not vegetables—I was thinking of foraging…” Hana's eyes widened, the slightly tense posture turning curious.

My puzzled expression was enough clue for her. “I didn't see m-many people coming to the shrine these past months… How can you buy if—” She stutters, either abashed or afraid of continuing…

Oh.

I scratch my nape, embarrassed. “Well, it's because I didn't buy most of it…” She gulps, and before I was accused of theft, I finished: “I hunted and foraged it~!” Deciding that wasting sunlight would be a terrible move, I pick up some empty baskets near the tool shed and start to fly, Hana blinking dumbfounded before following, the cold wind hitting her bare face yet she didn't appear bothered. Weird… “Next time you are in the village and see Kosuzu, can you say 'thank you'? The books I got at the Suzunaan were superb; I learned so fast~well, that may also be because of Ran… Some words were just so damn long.”

“O-Oh, uh… Sure, I'll tell her,” She then avoids eye contact. Yep, she was totally thinking I had stolen my stock. “Anyway—doesn't that bother you?” I look at her, confused. “Not having visitors in the shrine; donations…” Her voice was coy, speed decreasing as if to create distance between us.

Now it's my time to avoid eye contact, an acidic feeling rising inside. I know why she's asking that, and the crashing tsunami of shame feels horrible. So much of my life spent slobbing for money, delivering my wrath of its shortage on what should've been truly important to me… Like the gohei inside my sleeve, money controlled my life for far too long. “I don't care anymore. Money lost its purpose when I lost—when I drove you and your father away from me.” I gingerly slow my speed to match hers; she tensely stays put, and it greatly warms my heart. “… I don't think you need to hear this, not after you made the choice of pursuing your own life and freed your father that day, but if you ever feel like something is destroying your life—duties, money, people… Walk away. Your life means everything, and to exchange it for materialistic desires will ruin all that you love.” Hana stares at me, her eyes big and face completely exposed, hair buffeted by the strong winds—those eyes are mine; that nose is Anon's…

Our beautiful daughter…

16 years of food, water, and shelter to nurse you to this very moment. If I could provide all that again, but better, I'd do it in a heartbeat, my Hana. “O-Okay…” Hana mutters.

I smile.

Her flight after that seemed much more relaxed.

—

It was an otherworldly experience.

It wasn't much, really. We merely poked around the forest for hours, opened the ground in search of those sweet, nutritious vegetables, and stopped at a riverbank to drink and eat a quick lunch. At one point, we found a big deposit of winter rice in a tight spot underground, and while I was intending to use the gohei to destroy the ground and so reach inside the sunken hole, Hana had other plans.

She ‘simply’ distorted her body as if made of pure jelly and entered the crevice, harvesting all the rice with minimum trouble. Incredible power~When she returned to the surface, her face had this anticipation, holding the basket full of rice and edible—not all of them, though—roots…

I praised her with a thumbs-up and words of pride.

Her smile wasn't gigantic or shining; it was a small thing she tried to hide, but that was clear as day the moment I looked into her face.

It was silent; it was calm… And it was perfect.

After an entire day of collecting and exploring, evening arrived and then night, “Hana, I don't know how to make that 'coffee'…” Though my voice is perplexed, I bore a smile.

“I saw Sanae-san make it once; she grounded some beans, poured hot water, and then added sugar—any bean would work if the process is that simple, even basedbeans!” She said with conviction, her basket full of all kinds of vegetables and roots~so great the ability to fit in every crevice, for as small as it could be—

—My hand shakes, a spike of energy I'm familiar with, senses heightened and ready for immediate combat; Hana immediately jumps behind me as she senses the energy, trembling.

… Then it dawns on me: Oh, it’s Ran.

>>46242891
true, but I already have a plan to hit that nail much more effectively during the finale~

>>46242853
That is a... surprisingly short list of characters left.
You could potentially finish them all in this very thread if you wanted.
Probably not since some of these require multiple posts but still

>>46242963
I don't like that implication

>>46242950
>basedbeans
Oh no no no

>>46243497
… i-it was supposed to be basedbeans. I don't know how that got in there…

>>46243504
… oh
goddamn it, 4chan!!!!

>>46243504
>>46243509
get word filtered idiot
probably edit that when putting it to the ao3

>>46242950
Lovely to see these start to bond as mother and daughter, it gives you hope for both of them. Also nice filter, lol.

>>46243504
It could be worse. You could have written Hana asking Reimu to pass the onions sauce.

>>46243516
>spoiler
will leave an addendum in the next archive…
>>46243544
>Lovely to see these start to bond as mother and daughter, it gives you hope for both of them.
hope it's what these two need. Though, after I finish here and put Hana back on Hanaanon's hands, we should all pray. After Hana's acts in his last chapters...
... there's no way to know what he'll do next
>>46243670
I'm never writing such words ever again...

>>46134712
(Part 14.14)
The halls rumbled, but that didn’t matter to Yukari. Her heart was 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! “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.” Remarkable. His inhibitions were releasing each other! “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 vigor was beating through his chest.

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.”

These weren’t tears of sadness. Finally, with the legendary Hypnosis App, Yukari had unveiled every deep, hidden niggle Anon withheld from her. These were tears of joy! “Oh Anon, you’re so caring. But, I think its time for you to cry. You see, 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!” 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!” Again, laughter rumbled through the halls and vents. Yuuka and Kanako had inched closer while while the other tramps began to circle her. But, according to the rules, they were still perfectly helpless~

Yukari pressed her body against her prize, taking comfort in his solid frame. With a dose of Anon, Yukari brandished her phone, still strobing red and blue. “Laugh all you want, you shriveled, saggy, lonely grandmas! In the end, I just have to kiss Anon and he’ll be mine forever! There’s nothing you can do to stop me from being happy!”
___
The time was now. After Alice’s mom smacked her away, Anon’s daughter tasked Shanghai with protecting her father if anybody tried to hurt him. Taking refuge in his bag, the warmth of the rooftop may have caused her to nod off a little… but only because Yuuka was safe! Now that Anon was talking like Alice does when she’s practicing voices by herself in bed, Shanghai listened for the direction of the weird woman’s voice. Aiming carefully, she pierced through Anon’s bag. A sudden attack of red and blue engulfed Shanghai’s vision as her lance met metal and glass. The flashing stopped, but the doll was disoriented and the impact caused her to fly backwards into Anon’s face.
___
It happened in a flash. After that pretentious bitch grabbed Anon, something shot out of his bag and broke her phone. It took just enough of her attention to miss Anon falling out of her grasp and breaking contact.

A flash was more than enough time for Yuuka to step forward and send a right hook into that smug bitch’s face. In another next step, she pivoted her body towards the falling Anon. Yuuka grabbed his falling body and dropped down, cushioning his head in her thighs. Something was still stuck to his face… Ah, one of Alice’s dolls. He looked cute, asleep with a little girl finding the same comfort on him...

The mob enveloped Yukari, a ribbon flying away in the air.

“AAAAAH! Wait! It was just a joke! A jape! Don’t take it so personally~ GAHAAAH!”

Ooh, that sounded like it broke a bone. Yuuka desperately wanted to join the club of ladies hurling punches and insults like “saggy ass” and “crow-eyed crone”, but Anon’s head was still planted on her lap… Well, she did get the first blow. Besides, this was enough of a reward for her anyways.

>>46244224
(Part 15.51)
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 the shinigami looked through the door’s small window. Goro wondered exactly how much of this rant was Anon and how much of it was hypnosis. Truly, technology from the Outside was terrifying.

The mob of refined ladies pummeled Yukari relentlessly. Cornered at a teacher’s desk, Yukari ‘found’ a smoke bomb. The feed was black, but the door hinges were audible. She must have prepared for this. The surprise was a new chime coming from the students’ phones.

~~~
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
6ftxuiyk
~~~

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 student on trial?!”

“Girl’s Bathroom, 3E!

“Good work. The rest of you, clear a path.” With the yama’s command, the tengu immediately began pushing through the crowd of 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 and came back with stars in her eyes. “She’s in there, all right!”

“Good. Now, move in! Let nobody through until her punishment is complete. Goro, stay outside.” Eiki pointed to the sign on front of the door. “No men allowed.”

As a unit, the disciplinarians entered the ladies’ room. Yukari’s attempts to work her shattered device echoed, as did her grunts of frustration. “Damn it! How did Alice’s doll end up here? I swear, if Chen noted her down as a patron instead of an accessory… No. This is still salvageable. As long as nobody wins Anon, I just have to wait five seconds and he’ll be mine again!”

Her lamentations continued until Eiki knocked on her stall door. The tengu were directed to fly on both sides of her to avoid any surprises. “Yakumo Yukari, you have exceeded the time allotted for students to remain in campus bathrooms. Exit the stall now.”

“Fuck off, Eiki! I have more important things to worry about!” Eiki tried the door. As it was locked, she motioned for Seija to simply bash the door until it fell off the hinges. Throwing the useless plank of wood aside revealed the great Yakumo Yukari, fruitlessly attempting to grab the top of the divider. The sage stared at the yama like a deer in headlights. Eiki simply held out one of her boxes for Yukari to take.

“Rejections can hurt. Here, this will 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. Needing some relaxation after taking one of Yuugi’s unmitigated blows, Yukari took a small 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? Guide her to the Sanzu River.” Without 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. Her gurgles were very audible.

“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.” Presenting a downward thumb, Eiki had Komachi dunk Yukari once more until she swallowed the entire rod.

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

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

>>46244224
>>46244308
who the fuck is looping her suffering?! Is this some kinda of Golden Experience Requiem where she's forever locked into being inches away from getting the man, and then she's pummeled by fate and ends up with confusing objects up her ass? Kek, poor Yukari
man of commitment, I give it to you~

>>46244308
(Part 16)
Kanako received a text from that blonde boy. It seemed Yakumo would no longer be a factor. There was only a half-hour left until the end of the school day and the competition. Just 30 minutes and Anon would be free! Yet, there was one hurdle blocking Anon from using his freedom to eventually realize that he was always meant to be with Kanako: The woman giving him a lap pillow.

“Yuuka, aren’t your legs getting tired? Why don’t you let me have Anon for a while?” The pink-haired hermit, known for her aggressive sexual exploitation of Anon, couldn’t hide the lust behind her innocent facade. Despite joining the assault on Yukari, she was still a threat. So, it was Kanako’s turn to protect him!

The goddess of Moriya put her body between Kasen and Yuuka. “We can’t let that happen. You see, this competition has a hidden clause known only to those working with Yukari: If nobody wins Anon before it ends, nobody gets him.”

“Right, so he’ll just end up stuck in the HSE again! So, we should just allow somebody to confess to Anon now! Somebody who only wants what’s best for Anon, knows him well, will take care of him and Hana, and has experience living with the Hakureis. There’s at least one person that fits those criteria…” Daggers were being glared at Kasen from all sides. Nobody would admit they wanted to keep Anon for themselves, but nobody was foolish enough to give him up.

Kanako responded to the audacious Sage. “Here’s the tricky part: “Nobody” means “nobody,” not even Yukari. These rules are absolute, managed by the HSE’s barrier. So, in the event that Anon stays single by the end of the day, he’ll be transported to the entrance of the HSE and given a five-second headstart to run.” Even Eirin was paying attention now. Kanako could see the ladies planning in their heads for when the inevitable brawl took place in the village. She had to take action now. “This is an opportunity to free Anon — not just transfer ownership of him like cattle, but to truly let him live his life! Now, who’ll help me protect Anon?”

Byakuren stepped forward. Finally, someone with sense! As a fellow leader, she must understand the importance of letting her followers come to her naturally. But instead of turning to Kanako, she knelt down and placed a hand on Anon’s chest. “That sounds wonderful, Lady Kanako. And yet, you have to think about the consequences. Humans would be at the mercy of youkai fighting for the chance to capture Anon, ruining human-youkai relations across Gensokyo. He also has certain… obligations as a man he has yet to fulfill for the temple. I’m sorry, but I can’t—“

Byakuren was cut off by a hand twisting her wrist away. Yuuka had a bright, sunny smile on her face. Yet, her eyes shot straight through the monk. “How admirable. But, you should be worrying about the consequences of your own actions.” Shaking violently, Yuuka’s grip was slowly undone. Before the two goliaths could rip each other’s arms off, Anon stirred.
___
Something firm and supple was supporting his head. Blinking, a few times, a familiar softness crawled off his face and onto his head. Green, purple, white, orange, yellow, etc. A rainbow of hair looked down at him. Without needing to ask, Yuuka helped him up, keeping a protective hand on his shoulder. “What happened? I’m so sorry, I started yelling at you two, then my vision just went chaotic. What, did I have a seizure?”

Before any of the nearby ladies could respond, the only doctor in the room seized the chance to demonstrate her knowledge. “Not quite. Using your pupils as a gateway, one student put your mind into a highly suggestible state and essentially reprogrammed your mind using light. Considering your lack of inhibition during your fugue state and the temporary effects, perhaps it could be considered a focal seizure targeting specific neuron receptors to produce your behavior. We could confirm this hypothesis by analyzing cerebral scars and lesions…” Eirin was in her own little world rambling off jargon before the noise outside the classroom reached a fever pitch. Knocking transitioned into banging. Finally, the poor pine-wood barrier buckled under the force of dozens of desperate youkai.

“Once I kiss him, nobody can interrupt me!”

“I’m the best baker in Gensokyo, he’ll never reject me!”

“Get away from him, cougars! He’s mine!”

“Screw the rules, I came here to fuck him in the locker room and I’m fucking him one way or another!”

Sharing a knowing glance, Kanako shoved Yuuka’s bag into Anon’s hands. Deprived of her onabashiri, the goddess caused the desks to rise and mercilessly launched them at the voracious women while Yuuka tucked Anon under her left arm and punched through an outside window. Glittering glass flew through the air as Anon barely held onto his bag and Yuuka’s when she leapt out the classroom.

>>46244326
(Part 17)
Total chaos ensued. Anon felt the wind whip around him as a murder of tengu flew around, trying to snatch him from Yuuka’s grasp. The ones that got too close had a taste of Yuuka’s right hook and the ones too cowardly to approach were shot down with danmaku. It wasn’t hard for her to take down her enemies, but the added weight of carrying Anon made her a bigger and slower target. Unhappy with being a burden, Anon started leaning into and away from Yuuka’s dodges, helping her graze by before punishing the shooters. The Flower Master shot down wave after wave of youkai. If this were a normal battle, Yuuka could take it easy and be home before sundown. But, she had to protect Anon. To make matters worse, the sounds of Kanako’s battle ended, meaning more girls would be here soon. She had two options: The courtyard was open and easy to fight in, but she’d be surrounded easily. The roof was a good spot to limit approaches, but it would be easy to corner her… Unless her pursuers were misdirected.

Yuuka sent a blast of energy at the building, opening a hole in the second floor. She flew into an empty classroom and entered the hallways. It was completely barren, but the stampede coming down the staircases promised to change that. Sending a ball of energy down both ends of the corridor and another above her, Yuuka blasted through the ceiling in three spots before jetting through the opening above her.

The gardener flew through the bathroom, thankful that she didn’t blast through any plumbing. Some girl was getting bullied, but that wasn’t her concern right now. She ran into that annoying amanojaku and the fastest mouth in Gensokyo.

“Hey boss, I think someone else wants a turn with the guilty party!”

“Anon! Hang on, I’ll save you!”

The tengu immediately dove towards Anon, parried by Yuuka’s foot being applied directly to her forehead. With the reporter airborne, Yuuka tackled the bathroom door, ripping it off its hinges and illiciting a yelp from some unseen party. Finally, the roof access was in view! With hope just in reach, Yuuka dashed up the steps to greet the refreshing aroma of Anon’s garden and locked the metal door behind her. It wouldn’t do much, but every second counted.

Setting down her ride-along partner, Yuuka could finally relax. Just under 20 minutes left…

A hand touched her shoulder. Turning her head, Yuuka saw Anon full of concern and Shanghai mimicking his expression while riding atop him. “Thank you, Yuuka. I’m not too sure what’s going on anymore, but I’m sure your doing your best to protect me. So, I just wanted to apologize again for venting at you. This day can’t be easy for anyone.”

Catching her breath, Yuuka wanted to say something about how it wasn’t his fault, but the wind picked up. Covered in broken glass and dust with a footprint on her forehead, Aya approached her three tired prey. Her head was bent downwards, eyes burning with anger.

“This… This was supposed to be MY DAAAAATE!” Screaming at the top of her lungs, Aya ran towards Yuuka with her fan brandished. Entering a counter stance, Yuuka was ready to repel the jealous tengu before she stopped 5 feet away from her. Over and over, Aya tried to step forward, but she simply couldn’t. Danmaku dissipated before their very eyes. Even her words were choked in her throat. As the girls realized why, Aya’s eyes turned from pure rage to pure agony. Yuuka had been holding Anon for at least 10 minutes.

>>46244334
(ENDINGA)
Yuuka’s heart was pounding. She was safe, no need to worry about protecting Anon from people he couldn’t fight. She defeated and evaded every adversary, including Yukari, that was trying to make Anon their prisoner. Surrounded by the flowers she grew with Anon, Yuuka could relax as much as she wanted in her own little garden until the day ended.

So why was her heart freaking out?!

Taking a deep breath, Yuuka turned away from the tengu. This was an opportunity to free Anon. Finally, all the planning between her, Mima, Alice, Marisa, Shinki, and everyone who wanted to free him would be realized. And yet, looking at Anon’s trusting face, there was a weed buried underneath it all. An embedded desire to confess right here and now, taking him back to her Mugenkan to lock him up in her bedroom forever and ever while he lavished her with comfort and care after everyone else feared her. It was ugly, and it kept Yuuka rooted in place. How easy it would be to break this temporary peace.

Reading the atmosphere, Anon broke the ice. “Yuuka, come on over. I’m not quite sure what’s going on with Aya anymore, but I know you’re tired. Let’s have a snack while we wait for everything to die down. I’ve still got those brownies.” As Anon rifled through his bag, Yuuka saw what grew behind him: Two dandelions ready to open. Cradled in a green bud, they would soon reveal their vibrant yellow petals for everyone to see what these hardy ‘weeds’ were worth… and it was time for Yuuka to do the same.

“You can put them away. I have something I want to give you instead.” One foot in front of the other, Yuuka solidified her resolve as she sat down next to Anon and opened her own bag. More girls had joined the shaking tengu to gawk. They didn’t matter. Yuuka had her chance, she was going to take it.

From her schoolbag, Yuuka took out a cutesy tin case embossed with sunflowers. “Y-You know, you’ve been pretty nice to me. Nicer than most people are. In this land where there’s a divide between the weak and strong, even between youkai, you never cared. You talked to me without being afraid, even after all I did to you. Even watering our plants when nobody else cared to, that just solidified it! So, j-just today, please accept my chocolate and my feelings!” Opening the shiny case revealed rows of shiny dark chocolate orbs.

Anon picked out two of them, then popped one into his mouth. He held the other out for Yuuka. Taking his offering, the nervous gardener tasted her own treat. Adding rum to mix brought out a rich and fruity flavor. Taking a moment to enjoy her own treat, she could see Anon had a big grin on his face. Her cheeks warmed up. He was enjoying this! If that’s the case, then it was her turn to make him blush! Stowing the case away, Yuuka grabbed Anon’s shoulders, and kissed him.
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DING DING DING!

A bell went off while the taste of Yuuka and her chocolate mixed in Anon’s mouth. It brought him back to reality, surrounded by a sea of angry, crying women. Before he could say anything, he felt something tighten around his left hand. A band of light enveloped his ring finger before dissipating into a golden ring. The same held true for Yuuka. The bell, the confessions, the weirdness… It all finally added up.

“Yuuka… are we married now?”

Somehow, Yuuka’s face went from tomato red to bell pepper red. “I-If you want to live with me, I wouldn’t mind. It would be nice having someone to garden with.” This was the woman who protected him from an entire school of youkai, shared her lunch with him, and offered him a chance to back out. The answer was obvious.

Placing a hand on her cheek, Anon gave Yuuka a chaste kiss on the lips. “I would love to be with you.”

A harsh light shone around Anon and Yuuka as the harrowing cries of hundreds of heartbroken youkai rang out simultaneously. It wasn’t a traditional wedding, but Anon couldn’t complain about his partner. When his vision came back, Anon found himself in front of a sunflower field at sunset. Yuuka was next to him, holding his hand tightly. She was back in her normal gingham dress. Anon, on the other hand, didn’t get the same treatment. He was still stuck in a dirty gakuran with sweaty gym clothes underneath in the same modified body.

Pointing to himself, he asked his new wife a question. “Is this going to be an issue?”

Yuuka looked back at him. She was still blushing, but her eyes shifted. They were intense. She grabbed him, held him close, and sniffed his collar deeply. “Not at all… Dear. Now, how about we head to our bed?”

“We’re going to ‘consummate’ our marriage, then?” For the first time today, Anon realized how fragile his young body would be compared to the conditioning he went through for over 20 years.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle~” Yuuka swept her husband into a carrying position, kissed him again, and carried him into their home.

>>46244334
(ENDINGB)
Yuuka turned around to face Anon, but she couldn’t move. There was something blocking her body from approaching him. What the hell was going on?! The only girls around here were her and Aya! There’s no way that tengu touched Anon for even a minute! The barrier was definitely the HSE’s, but Yukari wasn’t allowed to interfere anymore. Who could do such a thing?!

All became clear when that cute little doll hopped off of Anon’s head.
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Anon was a bit worried at this point. Yuuka was obviously holding off the very angry tengu, but neither of them were fighting. They started talking, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Something tugged at his hair, bringing his attention to poor, neglected Shanghai. She tried so hard to defend Alice, and she ended up strung along on his adventure. But, she went to Anon’s bag and squeezed through a hole in the fabric. After rummaging through, the little blonde doll reappeared with a littler present box all wrapped up with a bow. She bowed, humbly presenting the gift.

“Well thank you, Shanghai. I think we could all use some gifts today.” Opening up the present, Anon found a chocolate petit four with the simple message “I LOVE U” written on the top.

“Well, I love this gift. Thank you so much!” With the pleasantries out of the way, Anon munched down the miniature square of cake, which had a simple, sweet glaze to it. As he finished, Shanghai flew up to his face before giving him a small peck on the lips.

“Awww. You’re a great baker, you know!” Suddenly, Anon felt something tighten around his left hand on his ring finger. A band of light shimmered with every color of the rainbow before solidifying into a platinum ring. The same occurred to Shanghai, just on a much smaller scale. As the light faded away, Anon looked around to see what changed. All he saw was crowd of disheartened woman, Yuuka and Aya at the forefront. It was as if their souls had left their bodies.

Pushing through the crowd was blonde head with a tell-tale ribbon. “Shanghai! Shanghai I’m so glad you’re okay! I-I can’t thank you enough for doing this for me, even though I didn’t have the courage to—KYAAH!”

Alice was cut short by her familiar brandishing a glistening silver spear. It was aimed directly at Alice. “Sh-Shanghai, what’s the meaning of this?! Why are being so mean all of a sudden?!”

The earth itself began to shake. From behind the edge of the roof, a plume of dirt flew in every direction. Without waiting, Shanghai grabbed Anon by the scruff of his collar and flew him over the edge of the roof. His mild distress became far more pronounced. “What the hell?! H-Hey, hold on a minute! Where are you going with this?!”

A golden sheen blinded Anon before revealing a face metal face. At the top of the artificial giant’s head was a slim opening that Shanghai barreled down towards bring Anon with her despite his protests. Anon was thrown into the cockpit of a great mechanical behemoth, the Thermonuclear Titan Hisotensoku!

Before he could get his bearings, Anon was strapped to the pilot’s seat. Yet the joysticks were out of his reach. Instead, Shanghai gripped both rods. A pulse of energy visibly flowed through the doll before the giant began to move once more. Cloaked in light, Anon, Hisotensoku and Shanghai found themselves outside of the HSE, not a soul to be seen. With decisive force, Shanghai pushed a lever, sending Hisoutensoku’s right rocket fist straight into the heart of the building. Wood and stone flew away, causing massive damage to the surrounding buildings in the village. With justice administered, Shanghai commanded Hisou to fly into the empty skies. With the essence of her love and an extension to her body together, nothing could stop Shanghai.

>>46244550
You know this saga reminded me of something: when Japanese kids make each other chocolate for Valentine's Day and White Day, do they make that shit totally from scratch, like buying cacao nibs and shit, or do they just melt a candy bar and put it in a new shape?

>>46244550
>>46244334
>>46244326
very cute and happy for Yuukarin, but it makes me glad we agreed to have the HSE's be open-ended and then writers would write their own takes on the ending after the Finale is finished. Having a true 'winner' feels so wrong, as if Anon is still being treated as a prize, even after everything he was put through
curious to see what ending B will be like
thanks for the chapters~!

I'm fucking done. I'm incredibly happy this ended at Part 17 for the hag joke but dear god this went on too long (irl time-wise).
As always, only as canon as you want it to be and completely and totally unbiased towards or against any characters that appear in this story.
I'm going to go ponder the feelings I felt writing this and get it out my system so I can get back to poor Aya; getting bullied in two endings on a sudden whim.

>>46244733
… I take back everything I said here >>46244755, THIS is the TRUE ending!!
very well done, Anon!

>>46244734
It's the difference between giri and honmei.
Giri is "obligation" chocolate, usually store-bought and cheap.
Honmei is the heartfelt stuff. Homemade chocolate is usually what people think of, but fancy chocolates are acceptable as a honmei gift as well.
For young kids, they probably just give giri to each other and maybe buy honmei if they really like each other while the JC/JKs actually buy baking chocolate for honmei if they can handle a stove. There's always an option for store-bought at both levels, there's probably just an implicit dissapointment when receiving a fancy, yet store-bought honmei.

Loss of freedom comes in many forms. Some are born without it, some lose it…

I wonder what hurts more.

I lift my eyes up from the notes and quaint apparatus made of phantom glass—bluish flames flickering inside and reflecting outside in a curious show of supernatural—and look towards the other confined here with me. She sits by Anon's side, phantasmagorically towering above the man and yet talking with a serene smile about this and that; her tactic to try replicating the brief connections she had with him, her eyes longly on the mistress' sister playing with the annoying shikigami.

A twitch of my eyebrow, and I return to my maddeningly stagnated studies, mind worn out yet able to continue anyway. Duplicating the ritual to access Sekai's world has returned poor results; magic aligned and—supposedly—right, but none of that matters if there's no opened portal to an uncharted world of wonders.

A puzzling world that did the impossible.

Giggles reach my ears, and I turn—’twas a mistake—to look towards the commotion. With the bakeneko using the terrain to her advantage and vanishing into the foliage, Flandre chases after her, obviously faster but blind to the terrain being used against her. The mistress' sister seems to enjoy the challenge anyway, flying through thick branches of hardwood that slap and break against her body, unbothered with her immortal and unbridled vigor…

After more than a century of living with a disease that has destroyed the prospect of physical activity, I've become an expert at dealing with envy. Discovering magic and I stopped giving physical labor the time of day, completely forsaking it when I picked up the pen and wrote my first book… Truly, one I'm ashamed of today, but everyone has its roots.

I was content with this inherent flaw that not even Eirin dares touch, my body so mired in the magical world that deciphering it’d look more like trying to make sense of an astral maze than of a mound of flesh…

Then I was split into half, body and mind.

The vampire's giggling intensifies into a blare as I look down at the mountain of spectral books and pages, documents, and glass machinery; a mild sigh escapes me…

I need peace and quiet to further this research. Yes.

So I get up on my own two legs—legs that hardly ever saw action—grass brushing my feet an electric feeling, and bend down, coiling in my arms a humble assortment of important items, deciding to focus more on the theory and crafting of coordinates and leave the hefty physical work for posteriority…

And I walk.

My gaze flickers from the vampire and the cat to Meiling and the man, a neutral, if bored, expression on my face; however, something resonates within my chest when I look into his eyes, a depth to them that pulls the strings of my heart: confined against his will, powerless to resist fate. A star that collapsed yet clings to life like an infant to its mother, hoping to savor freedom once again. I wonder what you'd do if freedom were within your reach, Anon… Would you just gawk at it and, in your surprise, let it escape through the cracks between your fingers? Would you feel okay if that were to happen?

My pace quickens—Meiling follows me with her stare yet does nothing, our eye contact lasting a mere moment—and I find myself facing the torii gates covered in snow, arms full of all these important documents for my research and experiments.

I wonder if you'd cry, Anon Hakurei. If you'd blame the world for your woes and the position you have found yourself in—toyed by hands much more powerful than yours, evaluated like a piece of meat…

I stop.

I have known you for a mere year, Anon. A year of captivity and pain, of disgrace, of the loss of my freedom yet the discovery of… Something that I've never thought I'd feel before. I've silently watched you this entire year, and to this thought experiment, I think that…

… You'd reach towards freedom with all your might, desperate to reclaim what was once yours, isn't that right?

I know that because—

The papers are neatly put on the ground and the pens are vertically adjusted. Nothing is out of order as I rise again to my full, if lacking, height.

—I understand you, Anon.

And I run.

It's not the first time, and though it feels somewhat guilty and embarrassing—just the thought of Meiling witnessing me just… Running through the forest, feet buried in the snow, tower-length hair flowing in the spectral wind that hits my face… I do it anyway, chilled even though I cannot feel cold.

I run like child me never could; I jump over roots and stumble, get up, and just continue running towards the non-euclidean barrier, always returning to this starting point yet unbothered by the futility of what'd be a death sentence to my physical self, thirsting for more and more of this fruitless endeavor.

My heart pounds, my blood hastes, feet meet stone and harsh ground, lungs overwork, and, on my face, awe. Knowledge is power…

… And I'll use all of mine to take this freedom out with me.

>>46245463
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A numbness of bliss caressed my exhausted mind as my legs rhythmically propelled me forward, arms pointing backwards, purple hair flowing, lungs burning, and eyes wandering. A year of freedom, of walking from place to place with no worry about running out of breath, having an asthma attack or just outright passing out because of a low count of red blood cells. 130 years lived in meekness, of never experiencing this strong wind displacing my hair, buzzing in my ears and heart pounding like crazy… Still…

My thoughts move to Sekai and the meeting inside her world, the words I cannot remember and the unrestrained desire to know more, to comprehend… One year of this torment, of this freedom.

Slowly, my pace halts, breath shoal and hair a mess, hands immediately rising to fix it and my spectral bonnet: perfectionism demands only the very best of results—in a way, almost a meditation to parse these thoughts that've been hounding me for so long now.

I'm being played. That’s obvious.

Hata no Sekai brought me and Meiling to her world not simply to share her avowals about what'd Gensokyo's fate be should her desires not be fulfilled; she wants something out of us that can only be done here and that she alone cannot do—I turn and, without even taking a breath, start to run the way of the Fake Shrine—; otherwise, she'd have been straightforward and guided us on how to get her what she wanted and not erase a part of our memories… But what is it that she wants? And even more, beyond memory loss, why has she 'cured' my ailments, made me experience such freedom? Because this wasn't supposed to happen: The spell I used to connect mine and Meiling's soul to the barrier doesn't create translucent bodies like these, keep a thinking consciousness, or the capacity to use our major abilities like Meiling's Ki and my magic…

My eyes narrow, the feeling of walking in circles is not new—the urge I'd felt when I experienced her world; this freedom of a healthy body and a year to empathize with her father… All coupled with her having access to Remilia's power of fate…

Are my actions predetermined?

The desire to know more about her world, to find a way to keep the freedom of a healthy body, to even help that unlucky fool…

What does that girl truly want from me and Meiling—

“—Oi, Patchy! What are you doing?!”

I nearly scream, my eyes widening and darting to Meiling, who had suddenly appeared before me, her expression tense but exuding some sort of thrill. The scare is so intense I cannot stop running, colliding directly with—a lot of things happened very quickly: Meiling did movements akin to martial arts and handled my body as if a paper bag, the gravity shifted, and, before I could understand, I was standing straight and not tumbling on top of her in an undignified show. Wide-eyed, I stared at her and before I could properly consider rationality, it just left me: “… M-mukyu?!”

“… What? No! C'mon, Patchy! I think I discovered it!” She fiercely grabs my hand, a hold that'd have otherwise crushed mountains, and essentially drags me towards the Fake Shrine. “Yukari just arrived and spoke some cryptic stuff; then she pushed Chen and Anon just… exploded! But that's not just it; I felt something happening when he exploded—” We were back at the Shrine, her face possessed by a grin, big eyes on me as 'we' closed on the shoji doors, my body flailing like a stringless doll—if I could feel pain, I don't think I'd be conscious now. “—Anon's feelings, emotions… They're much more complex than we thought, but the reason for that is insane! There was more, Patchy, just beneath my nose! Anon is—”

We clip through the shoji doors to the living room of the Fake Shrine…

… Anon is on the floor, rapidly pounding Yukari’s vagina with his penis. She’s moaning very loudly.

Meiling freezes, pale as ghost… Well, more of a ghost, like that girl we'd ofttimes jest is Sakuya's lost daughter.

“Anon is… copulating with Yukari? That's what you wanted to share?” I ask, turning to the pale gatekeeper. It lasted a brief moment before all her visible skin was as red as her hair, face trembling, and her wide eyes focused on a very specific, lewd spot.

She then gawked at me, mouth agape and in the next second, hurled herself out of the shrine… A slight grin cut my frown. Humorous moment~

Still, I soon followed the redhead, who was now bent, hands on her knees and gasping for air—was she crying, too? Probably out of embarrassment. I'd be the same if I were in her place, words about to leave me—

But she rendered her open hand in my direction, a universal gesture of 'keep silent'. “That… wasn't w-what I wanted to share…” Color me surprised. “And, uh, sorry you had to see that.” I hum concordance; breeding is an important part of studying Old Magic… for some reason. “B-But, what I wanted to share is that Anon…” She pauses, takes a shallow breath and, with an awkward smile, says, “He’s a master of Ki!”

My neutrality immediately fades away.

… What?

>>46245469
Wait, what have they been doing every other time girls come into Yukari's Fuck and Suck to fuck?

>>46245540
anything but stay inside the shrine or close to the sex scene. It's rude to be a voyeur, Anon, learn it from Chuck

>>46242950
>any bean would work if the process is that simple, even basedbeans!”
Hehehehhe...
Anyways, its adorable seeing Hana so pleasantly dumb as always. She really seems to suck up to the first women that treats her like a daughter in any capacity, how did Yukari fuck up her undying loyalty that bad? She had it in the fucking bag.

>>46247686
>how did Yukari fuck up her undying loyalty that bad?
I guess raping the girl's daughter was a bad way to start things

>>46248065
... The girl's father.
I just woke up

>>46248065
>>46248081

>>46245469
Anon had the power inside of him all along, as expected of the husband of Reimu.

>>46245540
They make some space and wait until they're done. Patchouli has some strictly academic curiosity on what goes on, given her frail body and isolated nature, but knows not to hang around.

>>46244733
Shanghai-sama

>>46249016
H-Hana the bully...
>>46249289
>Patchouli has some strictly academic curiosity on what goes on
kek, that line has produced some funny scenarios in my mind, thanks for that, Anon!

>>46249855
Hana is not going to take it well when she learns about the sheer number of half-siblings she's about to acquire.

>>46249289
>strictly academic curiosity
glad to see that one of my favourite bits from original patchyanon has remained intact. I think that's why I liked her so much. That was still in the early days when everyone was coming up with porn, and there was patchouli, completely opposed to all of it
>To leave was to expose herself to elements of the world that she sought to ignore. Dirt, grime, sunlight and air so fresh that it made her lungs burn. And people. Especially people. Loud-mouthed, obnoxious, unhygienic and altogether unpleasant people.
>But then, she thought of the magic embedded into the outfits and realised that there was something she could mean.

>Gross.

>She shook her head and pushed through the double doors. No, she was not here to participate in any of that nonsense.

>>46251074
bless our girls that resisted the sex

>>46251260
given the writing style I think patchyanon might have been the one to write the first toutetsu post, meaning patchyanon established toutetsu, yuuka, patchouli, meiling, AND kicked off some of anon's emotional black hole trauma

>>46252305
>first Toutetsu post
possibly.
>Yuuka
you talking about this one >>44935409? That was me, though. The sadistic!Yuuka post wasn't me, so if you're referring to that one, then I don't know.

>>46252335
I mean the bit in the first toutetsu post about the incense turning yuuka sadistic
to be fair I may have forgotten quite a lot of what happened in the early threads, that shit was like six months ago

>I mean the bit in the first toutetsu post about the incense turning yuuka sadistic
wait, this >>44846904? Nope, that's still me. If you're talking about >>44830460, then probably him.
>to be fair I may have forgotten quite a lot of what happened in the early threads, that shit was like six months ago
same, been so long~thank god there are the charts to help keep track of the most important things.

>>46251260
Does Ran count as resisting the sex even though she fucked Anon because of how it was due to her heat and Yukari basically forcing her to?

>>46252386
no, I mean >>44830460 since it's the first one toutetsu appeared in
I don't think >>44830460 is him though, the writing style's different

>>46252407
>Yukari basically forcing her to?
that would be the second time they had sex, and the first was Anon offering and she trying to dissuading him at first, but giving in, so nope; she was seduced by that fearsome siren that is Anon Hakurei, taking away the purity of such young women…

>>46252430
wait I fucked the links up, now this is just more confusing
ONE LAST TIME
I mean the first one toutetsu appeared in, which was >>44838354
I don't think >>44830460 is the same writer, because the writing styles don't match

>>46252437
>wait I fucked [...] up
welcome to my world! Never write the world that start with s and ends with oy, that WILL get you bullied!
>I mean the first one toutetsu appeared in, which was >>44838354
oh, yeah, that wasn't me. Thanks for the clarification!

>>46252359
>that shit was like six months ago
Christ reading this fic from start to finish when everything is said and done will be a nightmare. AO3 page is only up to Thread 12 and we're already at half a million words. Not to mention all the constant jumping around from plot thread to plot thread you'll be doing.
Oh yeah, speaking of AO3: The fic has officially hit 3,000 hits! This also means that it's quickly become the highest ranking fic for some of the more obscure characters like Shanghai, Son Biten & Rikako. Congrats to them!

>>46252489
>AO3 page is only up to Thread 12
thread 14, actually. 12 and 13 were the dark ages of the HSE where the Obi-Wan pasta almost guillotined the project, and since the three threads together amount to just 6~ chapters, I posted them as one.

>>46252489
>AO3 page is only up to Thread 12
thread 14, actually. 12 and 13 were the dark ages of the HSE where the Obi-Wan pasta almost guillotined the project, and since the two autosaged threads amount to just 6~ chapters, I posted them with thread 14 as one.

dead fish

>>46252434
It's sad that you can count the number of people Anon had sex with consensually on one hand. This man went from being sexually abused by his wife to being sexually abused by everybody.

>>46252674
What's the best way to respond to hus like Aya, who brutally raped him until he passed out but now feel bad about it and want to marry him to make up for it?

>>46252737
Inject them with every vaccine ever to increase their autism.

>>46242950 (4/4—p1)
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Mother sighs relieved. “It was just Ran, no worries.” She hums, lowering her defense as if a porcupine relaxing, and it takes a moment for me to understand her: R-Ran…?

… Not Yukari.

Heart racing, body tense, a dirty statue, clothes blowing up—it's only been a week, but it feels so long already…

I nodded to Mother, who approached curiously, her hand reaching for my head—my hands tightened about the basket of veggies—but stopped in a clear moment of hesitation, switching to land it on my shoulder. “Hey, it's okay. Ran is a friend; you can trust her.” My eyes on her hand bear an unconsciously ugly feeling, one she notices and acts upon… by removing her hand. I relax, barely… “Let's store these things; this Gap was a signal; she's calling a meeting.” With a small hint of pain on her face, likely a fraction of a larger whole, Mother leads the way inside.

—w-wait, what?! “Meeting…?” I inquire, following her into the kitchen, lips pursed and eyebrows rutted as I put perishables in the refrigerator and others in the cabinets…

It was such a weird day, doing all these things with her—foraging, meditating, the simple act of storing food together… It brought to the surface this nostalgia for days that never happened…

Her eyes are on mine, a frown exposing deep thoughts, those visions I had of her in my meditation returning—a peculiar warmth swims inside, foreign yet familiar. “Yes, a meeting of, uh… Well, you'll see when we get there,” she smiles awkwardly, not really organized in her way of storing things; Father would've done it much better—my eyes bulge, h-huh?! Mother is laughing. “Yes, you’re coming too~It's for your own safety, Hana.”

“B-But, mom…!” It'll be full of unknown youkai, won't it?

Ran Yakumo sent the message and, last time I was in her presence, she had THE mafia boss who defeated Mother with her! Why she—Mother would totally be insanely mad if she met Toutetsu! The thought, too, of being amidst so many unknown youkai…

It was like licking a sawdust.

Mom arched an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue, my heart pounding with this strange, weird sense of shame. “I… I-Is it really my only option? Go with you to be safe.”

Mother pauses, ponders—then giggles. Ugh. “Maybe if I wore blue and could be at two places at the same time, we’d have another choice, but I do not~” My mood sank, a petty, unnamed rage growing inside, yet I couldn't keep talking: A persistent sensation of shame quickened my heartbeat and caused my mouth to dry up; a layer of something acidic covering the back of my throat; a group of powerful youkai; and—likely—just two of us... W-Who knows what might happen? What may they attempt…?

Gah! Whatever it may be, they'll be against two very mad and powerful Hakurei mikos! Yeah, we'll be good! Nothing bad should happen, like they managing to make us powerless in some way, likely with the Gap…

Eventually, we finished storing things up and I swallowed the latent anticipation. Mother gave me this funny look as we headed out, we wearing back our extra layers to fight the outside cold: She carefully draped that scarf of hers around her neck—I wonder if she knitted that too—, and I put back my gloves and cozy outer layers…

…Weird: surrounded by snow and frigid air, but I feel so warm even without the extra layers. “Are you ready?” Mother asks, I nod, and we take up to the skies, that thought forgotten to give way to this perplexing expectancy. Calm down, Hana; it’s highly possible nothing unusual should happen, and if it does, you're strong… They'd pale in comparison to Mother's and my powers, especially with the surprise element!

Eyes wonder to Mother's back, a levity in her motions that spoke of a lack of fright towards this meeting: she's ready to fight if necessary, just like when that Gap appeared and I… Ugh, I really jumped behind her like a scared cat?

… Would I be that scared if I confronted Yukari right now? If so… what’d she do?

In my mind, I see that day in her office. I feel her soft lips pressing against mine—the sickening incense, the magic rewiring my mind, all things that had gone completely unnoticed…

I lowly sigh. So tiresome…

—

I wasn’t expecting to return to this place, Mayohiga. I was tense; puzzled and, above all, ready to fight or flight…

… But I sure wasn't ready for this.

“Ms. Reimu!!” The cat yelled with big eyes, leaping up and running to Mother. I half expected her to grab the gohei and smack the thing on its head… Rather, she kneeled, opened her arms, and, with a wide smile, caught the thing in a hug that went as far as Mother spinning in place, the weird nekomata giggling aloud.

I stood there, wide-eyed, watching without a proper reaction.

“Damn, Reimu, what took ya so long?! Aya was fuc—hecking killing me! Why does a card game have so many rules?!” I jump a little, clutching my gohei at the sight of that goat mafia boss… She looks very friendly, staring at Mother as if they were old friends.

What the hell is happening here…?

>>46253425
sorry if I didn't capture the Hana racism very well; it's been about... five months since the last time I dabbed on it heavily

>>46253425
Hana is slowly learning not to hate youkai, what a good girl she is.

>>46254031
>hears about meeting with youkai
>Immediately thinks a battle will break out
baby steps

>>46252737
the way to respond is to gauge intentions and deeds
After Aya discovered that Anon is in the HSE against his will and that she has come to bear feelings for him, her intentions have been of securing him as husband and father for his children after everything is said and done, not really taking in consideration his feelings at first. That's pretty bad. Her actions and deeds afterwards, however, have shown a genuine care and desire to help, putting her life on the line multiple times not just for Anon, but Hana too back in the party. That's pretty good.
Couple the two together, and you have a somewhat egotistical woman who has a good heart, and the answer to that is forgiveness for her mistakes, because she has shown she's become better than that person that took part in Anon's pain
A total extreme case would be Seiga, who has terrible deeds and intentions through and through, and deserves to be as hated and despised as she is

>>46254214
You also have to consider Anon's mental state in all of this. For decades he's been abused and starved of affection and just when he thinks he's free of all of that he's thrust back in an even worse scenario. All of the women he's returned affections of have hurt him in some way. Marisa had been a friend and confident of his for years and knows him intimately, but she betrayed his trust and had his children without his consent. Aya viewed the drama of the Hakurei family as a way to sell papers and say him only as a whore when she visited the HSE, and it was only after she discovered she was pregnant and Anon was enslaved there she felt guilty and was willing to sacrifice so much to save him and have him there for her children. Ran developed feelings for him but she's still bound to Yukari's will and can only bend the rules so much. All of these women have hurt him in some way, but they're better then anything he's had in a long time so can blame the man for being accepting of any love he gets?

>A total extreme case would be Seiga, who has terrible deeds and intentions through and through, and deserves to be as hated and despised as she is
Seiga did nothing wrong, she is just a girlboss that knows what she wants.

>>46254363
>Seiga did nothing wrong, she is just a girlboss that knows what she wants.
>"Here, Ran. Lemme show you the massive 'Saturn eating his Son' paiting I have hanging on the main wall of my room. It is there to inspire me to always innovate in my necroslavery tendencies and so I never forget why I'm working for Yukari in the first place; that is my prize of baby buffet, of course."
that cannot be the definition of a girl boss, that's how you describe a menace to society! And she's also a public masturbator!

>>46253425
Was Hana always an anti-youkai racist or is it a coping mechanism for pretty much every youkai in the country running a train on her dad?

>>46254729
hakurei genes played a significant part

>>46254363
There's nothing wrong with selling papers detailing the Hakurei Miko's crimes! The public must know the truth!

>>46253425
>In my mind, I see that day in her office. I feel her soft lips pressing against mine—the sickening incense, the magic rewiring my mind, all things that had gone completely unnoticed…
Truly, like licking sawdust.

>>46254729
Silly anon, youkai aren't people. In fact they're born entirely from the minds and wills of people and seem to have forgotten their place!
Hakurei did nothing wrong, it was all done for gensokyo!
Lol

>>46254729
Hana was always racist, but she should've been even more racist

>>46257390
may or may not be foreshadowing

>>46253436
By this time its damping down a bit, so it was just the right amount of racism.

>>46257652
Can't wait for the sperg out, it'll be delicious

>>46254363
I'mma be totally up front here, I'm strongly hoping the last little bit of sanity snaps for anon during the winter solstice, since on one side is yukari representing pretty much everything that pisses him off and the other side has reimu who caused all this shit to begin with. He's gonna snap and probably do something batshit since either way his life is forfeit.

>>46259741
I've kinda wanted either a bittersweet or a sad ending from the start
maybe one where he gets to have a final conversation with reimu and hana before he dies, but one in which nobody wins

>>46259741
>he snaps
doubtful something like that happens, as it was said in previous Chen chapters that he already knows Reimu has become a better person and he wouldn't blame her for his situation, as it was all Yukari's doing and there could be no way anyone would know she'd kidnap him and build the HSE. Also, there's his love for Hana that despite destroying their relationship, is still alive, and it's very likely Hana will be fighting alongside Reimu to save him.
He also knows from Ran that if he's saved, he'll be a free man and not have his freedom forfeit; he even made plans with Takane about that too, so he's hopeful for what comes after the solstice. Those that want to lock him again for egotistical reasons will have to go through, at the very least: Ran, Reimu, Toutetsu, 'Ana, Flandre and maybe Kasen—depending on how the Solstice goes—, which may as well be a goddamn death sentence
>[...]probably do something batshit
that, however, can very much happen for other reasons. Anon acting as a wild card in the solstice is a fun thought
>tl;dr: doomposting is not cannon

>>46257652
>oh say can you see
good girl
wish she was there for us in 1937

>>46242950 (4/4—p2)
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“It's not a card game; were you not paying attention?!” Aya exclaims as if fiercely defending someone's honor. “Now, where was I? Ah, my naval strategy~” Tetsu groaned, holding her horns as if trying to pull them out—a sight to behold, the strongest goat around, diminished by Aya's puzzling love for weird and confusing games.

With a small muffled chuckle, Ran turned to face me, her eyes warm and soothing but soon curious. “So we meet again, Hana Hakurei. It's a pleasure.” Those words stop Aya's explanation and paint the fear of God on her face. A relieved Tetsu talks first.

“Sup, Mini-Reimu! Damn shame I wasn't told you were coming; otherwise, I'd have brought your birthday gift.” Toutsetsu laid back as she waved, exposing a tiny kitten curled up on her lap, purring softly.

“H-Hi, Hana; how have you been?” Aya had lost her bite and looked awkward and miserable, waving to Hana too before glancing towards Ran, who merely shrugged.

Chen lifted her face off my scarf and looked above my shoulder, her tails bopping and her eyes shining. I giggled as one of her perked ears tickled my nose. “Hana? Your daughter?!” She jumps off my arms and goes to Hana, who winces back with the sudden proximity. “Hello, I’m Chen! Ms. Reimu told me so much about you; you two look the same, so pretty~!” Hana stares at Chen with this uncomfortable look, then back at me as if seeking help… It was honestly very cute, and I approached, lifting Chen by the underarms. “Hey!”

“You're making her antsy, Chen—not everyone is fond of a social butterfly introduction.” The cat sulked the whole way to the table, though at least Hana seemed more at ease, gripping her gohei tighter as she cautiously followed behind. Tetsu and Ran shared a concerned look, also noticing her anxiety. Aya stared at her hands resting on the tabletop tensely.

“But I'm not a butterfly!” Chen was oblivious. I took my seat and sat the cat on my lap. The real cats approaching Hana seemed to enjoy rubbing their faces and tails on her warm clothes—cute~it should also help her feel welcome.

Despite this, she sits by my side and just… stares, nose wrinkled as if revolted.

“It's an expression, you cute dunce.” Tetsu exclaimed with a grin, to which Chen just blushed, scratching her nape, tails stopping bopping. I gave her a head pat. “Well, cat got your tongue, Hana~? Last time you talked an awful lot, but here you're now, all silent.” Hana chokes on air or spit and Chen frowns, fists closed.

“No being a meanie! She's new!”

“I agree; be kind to our guest, Toutetsu—she's Reimu's daughter and making her feel safe and sound around us should be our priority.” Ran says with a chastise tone, Chen frantically nodding…

Tetsu tries to hide a smirk, but I notice it very well, my heart warming with her next words: “Oh well, guess you're right, Ranni. Sorry for being an ass, girlie.”

Hana stutters at first, flushed, as one cat comes to loaf on her lap—! She then looks at me, her eyes featuring this weird hope, before glancing at Chen and… I don't know; there's just this thing behind her eyes that I don't understand. I nod, though, and it seems like enough. “I-It's no problem…” She mutters, eyes scurrying the table before falling on Aya, who'd just swallowed cold nothingness, eyes big as a doe’s and watery as if about to cry. I sigh with the sad display, remembering that tight hug she gave me that night… Damn crow, I think I know what the problem is—hope I’m right; otherwise, it’ll be very embarrassing.

“Aya, it's okay.” All eyes are on me and I try my goddamn best to make my voice sound soft, “No one else blames you for not returning to the party after coming to me. I dealt with Yukari just fine.” Hana’s confusion changes to surprise, big eyes jumping back to Aya, who tensely laughs. Spot on. “… Are your eggs fine?”

Face flushed, she halts her words. “Y-Yeah… All four of them—two boys and two girls, my tiny devils—were soundly delivered~” It’s easy to smile at that…

… Though less so to hide this sudden feeling of emptiness.

Hana stares at me silently as I hug Chen tighter.

“That's very nice to hear, Aya! Anon must be so happy!” Hana mumbles to herself, though I don't hear because Chen purred, nestling her head on my chest before whispering lowly: 'Thanks, Ayaya looks happy again~'… Aya didn't look like crying anymore—at least not in a bad way, as Tetsu decided to hound her with embarrassing baby questions, the crow achieving a crimson so deep one'd think she was seasoned with paprika~

Ran cleared her throat, getting everyone’s attention. “Now that everyone is here and pleasantries have been exchanged, let's start this.” Her gaze shifts to Chen, who stiffens, ears pressed against her hair, tails dropping. I tenderly patted her head to calm her down.

Hana shuffles on my side, obviously uncomfortable, and my hand instinctively reaches out to comfort her.

… Then I remember those eyes when I touched her shoulder…

Before I could reach hers, I withdrew mine.

>>46260381
today—if Kanako lets me—, or tomorrow will be done with the 'Ana!
for Ayaanon, if the Aya bit was too much or got in the ways of your plans, tell me and I'll remove it; the motive it exists is that I was under the impression she'd get very emotional (considering the Hana first meeting and 7th night at the Anon, both where she sperged in such inspiring way) for not returning to the party and technically abandoning ship, even though it was for good motives.

>>46260415
>for Ayaanon
Nah, it's good. Everything's vague enough for my stuff to come together. I just gotta keep the timeline in mind myself so that I don't screw something up in continuity. Thematically, your post is consistent with Aya's guilt. I should probably think about resolving that bit of her before the finale starts. Character arcs only exist if they have a noticeable difference at the endpoint, after all.

>>46261298
nice, got it!
>I just gotta keep the timeline in mind myself so that I don't screw something up in continuity
if you need help, don't fear asking; I can build a small Pastebin and put the continuity there so you can have easier access to it!
>Character arcs only exist if they have a noticeable difference at the endpoint, after all.
funny enough, this sentence made me rethink posting a one-off Yukari chapter I had made that'd be a reiteration of an earlier chapter where she invaded someone's house and had a cute/creepy moment with a baby that looked like her and Anon. Still on the fence about posting, since it reads almost like a reprise of her talk with Yuyuko...
eh, I'll see what I do with that

>>46260381
>Hana: Wait a minute, Aya, you were eggnant? Who's the father?
How does she respond?

>>46261952
Silly Anon, Hana already knows that. Aya revealed that when Hana captured her before setting the first meeting with Ran

>>46260381
It must be weird facing the beast youkai KINGS team then finding out these apex youkai, aside from Aya, are all in a team to save your father. It must be why she's so tongue-tied around everyone, that and the ever present worry of getting mom NTR'd by a literal cat. Its the only way to explain Hana's weirdness' trust the 'Ana's plan!

>>46261930
unrelated but never post this image again please

>>46262058
>trust the 'Ana's plan
internally spergs maximum at the sight of her mother being friendly with youkai?

>>44957621 (4/4—p3)
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How do you describe the feeling?

An entire life dedicated to youkai extermination, maintaining the so-called 'peace' between us and them, a mantle I was forced to take for I was born with 'Hakurei' as my surname. The stress of the job shaped Mother into a monster—or at least was one of its pillars—, a monster that made mine and Father's lives an everlasting hell for almost two decades… Now I sit here and watch as she cuddles the thing with cat ears, Youkai, its tails wagging just like the cat's on my lap, purring even from Mother's touch; watch as she comforts Aya Shameimaru, who smeared lies aplenty about me in Yukari's name—she was forced—and that had children with Father; jests and seems everything but mad in Toutetsu's or Ran's presence, two Youkai she warned me in the past…

Youkai destroyed our lives. I spent my childhood learning from you their habits, how to hunt them—how to make money from their exterminations…

A long, long time ago, I saw eyes big and frightful, a body trembling in arrant fear for dear life. I was paralyzed; I needed to kill it… I couldn't, and she fled—you convinced that man we'd return and deal with that rat youkai, right? I don't remember very well…

… But I do remember what you did on the way back home, Mother.

The feeling is an acute, searing rage.

Sana and Sara are different; they cared and helped me, watched my performances in awe, and praised me as a sister. They're different. Yuuka is different; she's scary yet comforting, has this aura to her that almost feels human. Aunn is different; she held me when times were harsh and supported me even as my heart collapsed.

They're different; they're the good ones…

“—Mr. Anon then screamed at Yukari,” I blink, groaning internally as I noticed I had missed a part of the cat's words—eyes on Mother's hand patting its head, a surge of fire inside creating images of a face caved-in and bloodied… Understanding such thoughts made me feel dirty, a rush of guilt crushing my mind like a tidal wave. Why am I like this? “M-Mr. Anon treated my wound, talked about how Yukari was mad and to not approach her, b-but… She came to us and said she was sorry. I went to Sakuya-san and Flan-chan then,” she spoke about Father as if she knew him his whole life… “I heard Mr. Anon and Yukari argue for a bit, but soon all had changed and we were on this very warm island. Sakuya said it looked like one of Flan-chan's sister summer houses, and we spent about half a day there before Yukari returned us to Gensokyo… She didn't look sad anymore, just satisfied.”

“Whatever the hag discussed with Anon, she didn't want anyone to hear, huh?” Tetsu then looks at Ran—'ni'?—, who seems deep in thought, biting her lower lip.

“… I have a theory but lack the information.” She nods negatively, much to the mafia's boss's dismay. Aya is hurriedly noting things in a notebook, tearful eyes exchanged for concentration unlike any other. “Chen?”

The cat jumped a little. “N-Next day—this morning—I and Flan-chan were bored and followed Goro-san and Seija-san,” Mother tenses at the names, but… H-Huh?

Her eyes were on me, a deep red on her cheeks; it lasted a split second before she gawked back to Ran, as if trying very hard not to look at me— “Ah, speaking of which, that article about you and the duo’s fight has sold very well, Reimu~the Hakurei Miko winning a pacifist duel with closed eyes? Good business!”

… Mother was in contact with those two…?

Panties. I see panties in my mind.

In horror, my eyes carving a hole in Mother's back, wrists trembling. D-Did t-they—?!

“T-Thanks, Aya, but can you continue, Chen? Our time is not infinite.” Mother practically begs, the cat staring in confusion; same for Ran and Aya… Toutetsu has this sharp interest in her eyes—an eyebrow raised and pointy teeth in show.

“… Okay. About them, they have this new weird power like popping out and in places, moving very fast, and so—is that gonna be problematic for you?” She asks, looking around the table, though immediately Mother giggles, pulling on Chen's cheek for the annoyance of the cat, who hisses, “Stop that!” And clawed her face.

“Chen!” Ran scolded, the cat pouting while massaging her reddened cheek.

Mother never stopped laughing… “No, no, it's okay~don't worry about those two, Chen,” Mother kisses the top of her head, the acute rage screaming at each confusing show of affection. It's been less than a year since this mess started. How has she changed so much…? I look at Ran, who sighs, focused on Mother. “I have no intentions for pacifism during the Solstice, so I’ll kill them if need be; though, what I'm truly worried about is Flandre and Yukari…”

“Oh, only those two? Don't get tunnel vision, Reimu-san~” The voice pierces the air and makes me frigid and tense—!

Aya jumps in place before her back just… Opens wide. More, it's only me and the cat that react—she clings to Mother with her tails all bushy and a loud yelp—, Mother and the rest look placid, if cautious.

>>46269139 (4/4—p4)
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Out of the door came a woman, crossed arms resting on top of Aya's head—the crow groaning from the weight—hair a pale blonde with a brown hat, eyes of gold and a casual smile…

For a moment, I saw purple eyes, my bones chilling as ice-cold water pumped inside my veins…

That's not Yukari; I recognize her from Mother's words.

Okina Matara scanned the table, stopping on me for a brief moment that felt like a lifetime, body heavy as lead—divine judgment… That's how it feels?—Still, her nose wrinkled with disinterest before continuing their scanning and finally landing on the cat sitting on Mother's lap. A dangerous gleam accompanied the big smile on her face. “Hello, everyone, how are you doing?” She waved, her eyes never leaving the cat, who, tense, winced back onto Mother's chest, a powerful arm shielding her from the goddess' eyes. Ran hadn't her sleeves together anymore, an avalanche behind her eyes that—barely—remained contained. “Hm, that's how you welcome the honored one who'll turn a lost battle into a win? Shameful~don't you think, sweet Chen—”

The goddess fell back with a giggle, dodging a comically large spork that almost flattened her head. “Stop being a fucking creep and just say what you want!” Toutetsu exclaimed with an unnatural amount of rage—Ran appeared grateful… And Aya a tad tense? A door, much like a Gap, appeared by the latter’s side, the blonde deity leaving with not an ounce of concern.

“Sorry if I hit a nerve; I was just being playful. Kids like that, after all~” She hummed, not walking but instead sitting on a floating chair, eyes closed. “Anyway—Reimu, Ran; a pleasure to see you after so long… And Hana, of course, though I don't think you remember me; you were little as a bamboo shoot at that time.”

“H-Hello, sorry, I don’t remember.” I bow down in respect.

Mother, intense, growled a 'Hi', while Ran bowed and said, “Matarajin, it is a pleasure to see you again.” It clearly wasn't. With a swallow, Chen waved, and the goddess waved back. “Though I must ask: what brings you here?”

“Information, of course. Given that we are a team—albeit a motley one—we must communicate~” She turns to the still-open backdoor. “And you? Will I need to pull you by your cute nipples?”

“S-Shut up; you don't even know what they look like!” A voice echoed from inside the backdoor, similar to things I've seen Yukari do. Okina laughed to herself, her chair falling from its floating state with a thud that scared the cats away. Sulking and mumbling knife-like words, a pink child dressed in pajamas left the backdoor—her eyes jumped to me, face burning red. “I'm not a child, fool! And these aren't pajamas!” H-Huh?!

Toutetsu was laughing in the background. “That's Satori Komeiji, Hana; Princess of the Underground… or something, I don't remember.” Mother said, the cat entranced by the weird eye floating eye—

Satori frowns and says, “Do not hurt its feelings.” The big eye narrows at me, and the dots begin to connect— “Yes, sadly, I can read your obtuse mind.” The cat joined the goat in laughter, the latter clutching her stomach from cackling like a hyena, my face red with embarrassment, hand holding tight to the gohei—not nearly dumb enough to attempt attacking Yuuma Toutetsu, but still, they're laughing at me—

“Ouch!” The goat fell to the ground when a small pebble hit her head, bounced up, and loudly tore a hole in the roof.

Sulking and mad, Mother supported her face with a hand. “Only I can hysterically laugh at my daughter!” She utters with an imposing tone… That doesn't help much. The cat whispers an apology, hiding her laughter behind crossed hands as Tetsu climbs up again on top of her spork and though there's a massive bulge on her forehead, she still looks amused.

“Ugh, what a headache…” The satori complains, massaging her temples before seating by Okina—the table was getting overcrowded… At least the cats seemed to enjoy all the attention.

“I apologize for not being able to attend a meeting sooner; even with this lovely smile, I am a very busy woman—not everyone can handle a fairy invasion like I can, anyway~.” Satori seems even more depressed for a moment. “But I'm grateful I could do it now…” Her smile, until now carefree, takes on this sharp edge, eyes on Ran across the table. “… Were you planning to tell them about the enslaved dragon in the Underground, Ran?”

The… what?

I blink, all sense of amusement or awkwardness having vanished at those simple words. Aya's expression is hard to discern, not writing anymore in her notebook yet still holding her pen; Toutetsu is not smiling anymore; the satori has taken a deep breath; Chen looks puzzled; and Ran… seems rather sad. But it was Mother who grabbed my attention as she deeply frowned and let go of Chen. “Dragon…?”

“Yes, one you might even know personally, Reimu-san.” Mother freezes still like a flower stalk in the winter. “Kasen's dragon, enslaved by Yukari to protect her doomsday project.” Okina doesn't look amused.

>>46269139
>Panties. I see panties in my mind.
>In horror, my eyes carving a hole in Mother's back, wrists trembling. D-Did t-they—?!
It's a good job she thought that a few moments before Satori showed up or they'd have a lot to talk about!

>>46269139
>>46269144
It's a good thing Hana is too old for Okina otherwise the vulnerable teen would be in some serious trouble

>“I apologize for not being able to attend a meeting sooner; even with this lovely smile, I am a very busy woman—not everyone can handle a fairy invasion like I can, anyway~

Oh no, those poor fairies will never be the same again.

Wait so is Satori just in the realm of the backdoor now? Are Orin and Okuu just chilling at the palace alone or did I miss something

>>46269838
Okina probably saw Aya getting in the meeting, knew Reimu was to come and had about 10 minutes to get Satori to be there with her. The backdoor makes the process easy as hell, too.

>>46269144
>I am a very busy woman—not everyone can handle a fairy invasion like I can, anyway~
What did she do to them?

>>46270150
>>46269579
>what happened to the fairies
that's with Hananon. I merely sowed vague the seeds~

We still don't know what Tsukasa was doing at the HSE

>>46270445
Wasn't that part of a sub Aya plotline where she was trying to find out who was spreading rumors of Kanako visiting?

>>46270445
She was doing seggs because she's the seggs fox.

>>46270445
I bet sex
and, since it was secretive, probably working for Yukari at Megumu's command, maybe as a show of good faith between them or something, likely to keep that investment Momiji said Yukari was doing in the mountain coming…
Nah, who am I kidding? It was just the sex.

>>46270469
Could Tsukasa smuggle anon out of the building by stuffing him in one of her tubes?

>>46270492
>Could Tsukasa smuggle anon out of the building by stuffing him in one of her tubes?
with some help, maybe.

>>46269144 (4/4—p5)
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Mother's eyes are wide and, for lack of a better word, flabbergasted. I wasn't much behind; a dragon—K-Kasen-nee's?!—enslaved by Yukari? How powerful must one be to enslave a dragon…? Bloodshot eyes layering a world of darkness pierce my mind, cold sweat dripping down my nape, hands trembling… “Koutei… What did she do to Koutei?!” I look at Mother, expecting that same confusion and the fright that I know paints my face—

—But what I see is rage. Rage like that of the past.

Her eyes move to Ran, wide and burning, embers sizzling from her arms as if combusting on the inside. Pity exudes from Ran's golden eyes: “… It happened yesterday, Reimu, and I'd have told you after this meeting—please understand it.” That wasn't going to work. It never worked when Father did it; Mother would never calm—my eyes go even wider as I see Mother wince a bit, biting her lower lip, hands resting on the table trembling. H-Huh…?! “Yukari has… indeed enslaved Koutei to protect her sword after someone applied intricate magic to it—”

“HOW KASEN LET THAT HAPPEN?!” Mother yells as the trembling hands slams on the table, crushing it and the floor beneath it, and I found myself inching away from her, memories rushing back to the forefront—memories of unbearable pain and nights spent under my blankets, hoping everything would go away… “She loved Koutei! I didn't even know he had r-returned from his journey; I was there when he left! WHY HAS SHE LET HIM GET ENS—”

“Ms. Reimu, p-please calm down! You’re scaring me!” Yet, the cat stays by her, hugging her. Hugging the—human—monster. Ran approaches, ignoring the destroyed table and kneeling by Reimu, gently drawing circles on her back; Tetsu comes too, as does Aya, though they don't show affection the way the two Yakumos do… I stay behind, watching with incredulity. It's such a weird scenario, the many times I saw her wallowing in misery, screaming in rage—every one of those moments, she was alone, me and Father hurrying to Marisa's or Alice's house…

“Don't blame yourself, idiot,” a voice comes to my side, and I see that the satori is to my side, watching with placidity. “You're a victim.” Words of frustration about her reading my mind are about to come—her eyes on mine are full of seething rage. What the… “But that doesn't absolve you of your sins.” I'm immediately taken aback, Satori turning her eyes away the next moment.

W-What…?

“Don't get scared, little Hana~” Okina says to my other side, her smile dead, only a cold determination remaining—flanked by a goddess and a princess… The atmosphere feels oppressive. “Satori-chan saw a lot of things in Koutei's head—things Kasen told him… For all that I'll say, little Hana Hakurei, know it wasn't your fault. You didn't know, and you were played—”

“She willingly chose to work for that monster, Okina.” Satori said, calm and collected, her venomous rage shredding as if words shouted aloud—words that had gotten the others’ attention. “You’re a victim, Hana Hakurei, but you also chose to go to Yukari.” Frowns, as if reading something—I freeze. “You chose to give in to your earthly desires… You—” She not only looks at me but also towards Okina. “—are part of Kasen’s suffering.”

Suffering?! What does she… What does she mean by that?

Wide-eyed and with a guttural feeling heaving my stomach, I turn to Okina, who stared at Mother coming closer, her onyx eyes focused and rage commanded, stopping in front of the goddess with her scarlet flames steadily flicking. The cat gawked with awe while Ran seemed immensely curious, both flanking Mother. Aya whispered with Toutetsu, who held her spork with palpable confidence, ready for anything. “Explain. Now: I thought Kasen was on Yukari's side by choice, but… something seems off. What do I not know?” Only now do I notice Mother holds her gohei, wrist still as an iron column. Okina and Satori noticed too, the latter nervous and the former… Satisfied?

Tetsu and Aya approached me, the goat passing an incredibly heavy arm around my neck and the crow—trembling—stood by me, both acting like bodyguards.

The goddess sighed, faking hurt.

“A lot.” Mother's brow twitched; Okina didn't seem to mind. “Kasen is a slave to Yukari, who exploited a mistake you committed while sealing Douji to do so—” Mother was clearly shaken, though nothing came out of it, golden tails close and a tiny hand firmly holding hers… A surge of an ugly feeling resounded inside, and it was getting increasingly hard to just gulp it all down; give excuses… “—but that doesn't matter for now. What matters is that, unlike what we thought, it's unlikely Kasen will switch sides during the battle, not while Yukari has control of Koutei… That's why I want you, Hakurei miko, to go and kill him. That should free Kasen from the burden of choice when the time comes.”

Satori tsked, fists closed, and eyes narrowed.

… Heart pounding fast, a question popped into my mind: Why is Satori even here if Okina already has all that information…?

>>46221135 (64/?)

Yuuka’s handiwork was readily apparent as soon as Shinki entered Anon’s prison. It admittedly was a long time since Shinki last properly saw Yuuka’s art in all its glory, but the Flower Master doesn’t disappoint. Perhaps she could do some work on Makai?

Filing away that thought for later, Shinki turns her attention to the main shrine building. A faithful reconstruction, though that’s not all too impressive for someone like Yukari. Snooping inside, she finds a pleasant home that doesn’t give the impression of being, in effect, a sex dungeon.

Anon also doesn’t seem to be awake, so she makes her way to the kitchen. She hadn’t actually eaten before leaving (partly because she’s never actually had to eat), so she helps herself.

Soon after the eggs start to fry, a groggy man wanders into the kitchen with a mumbled, “‘Morning Takan-”

He pauses to stare at Shinki while she hums a jaunty tune and tends to her omelets. Finally, he states, “I don’t think you are supposed to be here. Who are you?”

Shinki gasps and clutches at her chest, tears welling in her eyes. “I-I’m not supposed to be here? Do you not recognize your own mother-in-law? What, you marry my daughter and scorn me? Shall you drive me away into the cold, unforgiving snow?”

Anon blinks at that, his mind struggling to process such bullshit so early in the morning. “Who did I marry?”

Shinki gasps again, “Oh you rake! You steal my poor Alice’s heart and take her for a wife and can’t even remember doing so? You heartbreaker! You philanderer!”

Anon raises his arms placatingly in the face of Shinki’s accusations. “I think there’s been a miscommunication, I never-”

Shinki retorts, “What miscommunication? There was a traditional Makaian marriage sealed by a kiss under the stars, was there not? Why it’s like something out of an old Makaian romance novel.”

Anon is quiet for a moment as he attempts to string together a coherent retort. “If that had greater significance in Makai, I’m sorry but I wasn’t aware. I-”

Shinki cuts him off, “Kiss young maidens without a thought for their tender hearts?”

Anon cringes, “I’m sorry I-”

Shinki cuts him off again with a far more even tone, “You really shouldn’t be. I was lying, Makai doesn’t have any advanced beliefs on courtship, unfortunately. You’ve not unknowingly agreed to a marriage…”

Shinki leans in closer while shooting Anon a conspiratorial look, “Unless…?”

Anon, quietly rudely, avoids the question by asking, “You’re Shinki, right? Alice mentioned you before.”

Shinki’s tone shifts again, this time into a seemingly innocent voice. “Oh? What does my beloved daughter have to say about me? Nothing contumelious I assume?”

Anon blinks again before attempting to mouth out contumelious, he soon gives up and just nods. “She just said you might visit.”

Shinki smiles, “Wise foresight from my beloved daughter, I have in fact come to visit. I was curious about the murmurs I’ve heard about you down in Makai and after learning of my daughter’s visit, I simply had to figure out what all the fuss was about.”

For some reason, Anon looks past Shinki and begins to speak, “Ah yo-”

Shinki, who was not finished talking, overlooks that faux pas on Anon’s part and continues. “Getting a good look at you, I can see it. You’re certainly well put together.”

Anon again interrupts without adding anything meaningful, “I think you shou-”

The ending of that sentence is blurred when Shinki suddenly closes the distance and cups Anon’s cheeks, moving his head around to look at it from various angles. “Taking a more scientific approach to the judgment, you’ve quite the pleasing admixture. The pronounced bone structure of nobility mixed with the build of an honest laborer and just a hint of barbarian features, all familiar in the way that a normal human would be and yet ever so exotic. A man from the outside world, a man from the future. Or I suppose, a man from the present in this world of the past.”

As she lets go of Anon’s face, he speaks with a sudden urgency, “Look behi-”

He moves to go, but Shinki does not allow this. “Wait a moment, I’m not finished. As I was saying, there certainly are flaws. You’re no ethereal jade-like bishounen, but the occasional callus or the like only serves to add to a certain down-to-earth comeliness. Handsome but in an approachable salt of the earth kind of way. Now what was it you were saying?”

Anon states rather flatly, “I think you’ve burned the omelets.”

Turning around, Shinki does indeed see blackened char where there was once egg. “Oh.”

>>46270580
>burned the egg
no wonder she was cast out from Heaven

>>46270580
Imagine being Alice, your mom is gonna sleep with the guy you like before you, no wonder she's still single! Shinki has no one to blame but herself for her daughters being unable to marry.

Is there any bigger bitch then Daiyousei?
>Do something once at the beginning of Cirno's story
>Do nothing else for +10 chapters
>Die to one of the lesser important characters with little fanfare

>>46271230
You just posted her.
>Immediately opens third eye
>Has a triple mix raced baby
>At first signs of conflict betrays her sister

>>46270457
I should probably do a one or two-parter about Tsukasa's on-goings at the HSE for fluff. Especially since I'm going on a 4 day trip in the morning lol. Forewarning that if an update comes out this week from it'll be phoneposted so I cannot be held liable for the formatting or inherent quality of the post itself. 'Tis simply a consequence of the medium.

>>46245469
>master of Ki!
Does that mean Anon will eventually know how to use Ultra Instinct and blow up planets like nothin?!

>>46208260
She was sitting next to me, looking healthy and content. She raised her sake cup and took a sip from it, her eyes gleaming in that mischievous way that she always had when she thought she had had one over me. Geez, I even missed that. She lowered her cup, that sly smile still one her face.

“Is it really you, how?” There were so many things I wanted to say, but this was only the first to come to mind.

“I’m not actually her. Your underlying inferiority complex means you don’t trust yourself to fix your issues, so your subconscious projected the aspects of your personality onto someone you believe could help you and created me”

“Huh?” I mutter, trying to understand what she said.

“I’m only teasing. I’m the real Akyuu” Her smile only grows wider. I sighed, it was good that was the case because that first thing sounded really stupid.

I take a few moments to digest everything when an alarm bell rings in my mind. “But if I’m talking to you, does that mean that I-”

“No. You’re still alive for now. You’re just taking a short visit here. These things happen, you know”

I nod, a few vague memories of stories I’ve heard about temporary visits to the afterlife and other realms swimming below the surface of my mind. This was such a unique opportunity. I could learn so such, tell her so many things. I was seeing beyond the veil, and all I had to do to make the most of this opportunity was to say- “What’s it like being dead?” The first thing that came to my mind falls out of my mind. I pursed my lips, really hoping I didn’t blow my chances to know more.

She chuckles. “A lot more boring then you think. You might think dying would free you of earthly attachments, but there’s so much bureaucracy that you sometimes forget that you’re dead. Not much interesting happens either.”

Not really the answer I was expecting. I turn to look at the mist clad riverbank stretching infinitely into the distance. It was beautiful in a way, but it would get boring fast. Maybe the rest of the afterlife was the same way. There was a soft clattering behind me and I turned back around. A jug of sake and a cup had appeared out of nowhere. How did-?

“There’s a few of these places here. Even those waiting for their trip across the river need something to do in the meantime. Let’s have a drink together. Trust me, you’re not going to be trapped here because you drink it, it’s not like those folk stories, trust me”

I took the bottle and held it up to my nose. It smelt real to me, just like normal sake. I poured myself a cup and took a sip. It wasn’t the best sake I’ve had-a little tasteless and thin- but it was drinkable.

Akyuu takes another sip of her cup and turns towards me. “You’re in trouble again aren’t you? You wouldn’t be here if you weren't” Akyuu looks me down, no doubt preparing how to lecture me. For once, I almost didn’t mind.

“It’s a lot of trouble” I admit, not quite being able to meet her gaze.

“We’ve got plenty of time, and nobody else to intrude. So tell me what’s troubling you”

“Well, I suppose the best place to begin is earlier this year. Reimu’s husband and daughter left the shrine-”

>>46273118
“-So that’s where we are now” I finish, looking at Akyuu to see if she followed everything. She looked back to me, mouth pulled into a frown and a look of disbelief on her face. I suppose that was the expected reaction. I had been thrust into this into all of this so suddenly and for so long I had just accepted it.

“Father” she exhales, slumping her shoulders slightly, shifting to a pensive expression. She remains silent for a few moments before she takes a swig of sake before and speaks again. “I knew it was difficult on him. He tried not to show it when my time drew near, but it was crushing him. I would have given anything for just a few more years.” She turns towards me “But if you meet him again, could you tell him he’s being an idiot? All because of some delusion he had he’s destroyed the life of a long time friend of the Heida family and almost committed a bloodbath in the village. There’s no use in him outliving me if he’s going to live like this. Unless he comes to his senses he’s going to keep pushing against that revolution of yours”

“What about that? I just never knew how big it would get and now it seems like the whole village knows and support is growing. Aren't you the one that told me ‘Humanity and Youkai are enemies, don’t you forget that’?” I said as I put on my best Akyuu impersonation.

“You’re making me sound like an old crone, come on” Akyuu huffs, an annoyed expression-the same one she would give me when she thought I was being stupid-crossing her face for a moment. “I did tell you that, and I did play my role in maintaining the ways things used to be, but it seems like those days are coming to an end. You said it yourself. The old powers are acting erratic. My father, the sages, and Reimu have all abandoned their duties and are acting strangely. A brothel run by Yukari has been running in the village for months and has only gained influence. An entire generation has been born that will want to grow up in a society that accepts them. There’s no turning back from this, all that can be done is to guide the trajectory. If Gensokyo survives the change is another matter”

It feels like there’s a sudden chill in the air. The two of us just sit there, the only sound that of the river flowing behind us.

I break the silence. “Do you think I’m making a mistake again?”

“Not this time. It seems like the situation was already out of hand when you got involved. Keine’s plan is a way to try to correct what has already been done. Even if it means radically changing society. What would happen if this were ignored and swept under the rug? Dozens of children, if not more growing up isolated and lacking the basic necessities of life. It would be a moral failing to deny them that” She drummed her fingers on the wood of the counter, the sound so noticeable in the quiet void. “So this is what it takes to finally collapse the old order, huh?”

I’m surprised at how accepting she seems of all of this. “Back when I was still alive, I always wondered how long the balance could be kept. For hundreds of years, it had to be carefully maintained in secret to prevent collapse, and I played my role in it. But despite everything over the years youkai drifted closer to humanity. I suppose it makes sense. They’re a reflection of us. Our fear, our worries. Why wouldn’t they become closer to us and become more human? But to think it would result in this”

“So you’re certain all these children were fathered by Reimu’s husband?”

Even if I expected that question it still made me uneasy “I think so. All the pregnancies started after that place opened. I told you about the women that admitted to having his children, and Keine and Aya did say the children were half-youkai. Anon is certainly in the right-er-place to be with plenty of them. It just makes sense to me”

“You do lack any hard evidence, but I think it’s plausible” she says with a smile towards me. I grimace. No you moron! You were supposed to point out how I was wrong and I missed something obvious, not say I was right!

“That would complicate things. I wouldn’t want to take on the task of drawing out that family tree. Do you have a plan for if it’s confirmed then? It would be a scandal if it were found out, considering he’s a Hakurei and his current profession”

“I’m sure Keine has figured something out, she has to know” She just never brought it up because she wanted to keep it a secret for now and didn’t want to worry anyone else. Yep. I wasn’t going to be the one that told people.

(30)

>>46270580
>Anon, I want to fuck
>"I'm on my break. Please come back during business hours."

>>46273129
>>46273118
nice, smug Akyuu to wake up to, though he second part of the conversation has that bittersweet nostalgia, can't really explain why, but I liked it!
>“I’m sure Keine has figured something out, she has to know”
Suzu, please, talk to your team! They're retarded!
thanks for the chapters!

>>46272075
Sagume viva mexico…

>>46273388
Those meme powerlevel rankings were the last good OC /a/ ever made.

>>46271719
>Especially since I'm going on a 4 day trip in the morning lol
have a great trip, Ayaanon!

>>46275728
going on a trip is how this all started...

>>46275736
We're about to come full circle then

>>46276299
The HSE HSE...

>>46273129
>considering he’s a Hakurei
Ahahaha, the Hakurei bloodline is the biggest in all Gensokyo now!
Also I just now realize one of the very few characters that is NOT one of Sekai's parents is Reimu...

>>46277224
>spoiler
that's kinda poetic: while Sekai is the embodiment of Anon's suffering and Yukari egotistical desire taken form, for Reimu she's indirectly the cause of her redemption and betterment as person -- the good, the bad and the ugly; a trinity, one might say~
though considering Hana is also Sekai's mother and Hana's mother is Reimu, that's a bit of Reimu in Sekai; but that's a technicality!

>>46277263
>Closed Incest Loop

>>46270574 (4/4—p6)
—
The question also comes with a harrowing feeling pulsating inside—felt like a bad omen…

Satori stares a hole into the ground, biting her lower lip.

Heartbeat spry as lightning, mouth dry as desert and a buzzing distortion heighten the sudden headache I'm feeling. What's happening? Kasen-nee is a slave to Yukari? B-Because Mother committed a mistake during the sealing of 'Douji'? Who even is that?! What's happening?! It is like an information avalanche—nothing makes sense, and the overwhelming sense of dread only intensifies. “Kill Koutei…?” Mother parrots, the cat by her side looking as if about to cry— “Absolutely not! He's Kasen's family; I won't be killing him!” She yells with conviction, Aya's eyes wide yet analytical, looking like gears turning—until Tetsu elbowed her side, the reporter yelping from pain, her face between miffed and shamed.

Okina didn't seem amused, eyes narrowing. “I'm not asking a favor here, Hakurei miko. It's a necessity that'll change the tides of battle—Yukari will be putting him against us, and from Satori's readings—” the satori seems revolted, her eyes falling on me for a moment; a cold rage that made me shiver swam in there. “He has all intentions of fighting us to lessen Kasen’s punishments, but he also likely wouldn’t mind dying to lessen Kasen's burden. If you'd explain it to him, he'd gladly choose death.”

That only makes Mother angrier, fists closed and flames threatening to rise… But she remains composed and, with a little tap on her shoulder, Ran intervenes. “How come this is not you asking for a favor, Matarajin? The way you word it, you or anyone else remotely powerful enough could carry it off—otherwise, fighting a dragon would be stupid.” The cat frowns, and Toutetsu moves closer to her, kneeling before whispering words that grow a look of pure shock on the Youkai's face… One I mirrored in the past when I learned why dragons were revered as the most powerful species to walk this plane: they're immune to spiritual and magical attacks.

Danmaku, The Gap, the Backdoor, our Hakurei seals…

Fighting a dragon face-to-face is not only stupid, but also suicide.

“Me not doing so is obvious; I won't be attacking Yukari's assets or causing harm to her before the Solstice—same goes for vice versa—and others like Sanae and Marisa are simply not as close to Kasen as you once were, Reimu. I don’t see him denying you.” Ran frowns, sharing a glance with Mother. I unconsciously touch my heart, and the quickness with which it beats scares me. What is all this? Dealing with wild and rabid Youkai; blessing markets and lifting curses…

That's been my job as shrine maiden since forever…

Why am I witnessing a plot to kill a dragon? And why doesn't Mother seem slightly surprised? Is this her world—the caliber of the incidents she solved? What is common for her—

“But why is it not a favor? Because of information, of course. It goes both ways in this world,” her hand falls on Satori's shoulder, who winces. The last drop of good humor melted away from the goddess' face, and the atmosphere was cold as the grave; Mother's flames, however, acted as a beacon, and I found myself coming closer to her, as did Aya— “Satori, how many?”

The princess sighs, looks directly at me and then mumbles. “… Three major ones that I can see and would make her fold.”

S-She read…?!

“Three? Good,” Okina said, lifting three fingers. “Yukari's pregnant.” One was lowered.

I blink, heart feeling like a frozen rock, legs made out of jelly and concrete at the same time…

P-Pregnant…?

Mother stared, wide-eyed and quiet; neither Ran nor the cat tried to comfort her now, the former pale and the second… Her hand holding Mother's trembled, mouth slightly agape, horrified. Okina didn't wait before continuing. “The mistake you committed during Douji's sealment was that you didn't seal her oni lust. Yukari used it to enslave her through mental control, threats, and blackmail. The mere stimulus makes her mind go blank as if she were under mind control, yet she feels everything. She hates it.” Another one was lowered…

… But I stopped paying attention, mind inhibiting all senses in face of a chain of thoughts: Kasen-nee has her mind blanked when provoked with lust; that got her enslaved by Yukari… That day she sent me to Senkai with winter clothes; the sadness Kasen-nee displayed… And the things we did—the sudden shift in disposition, the lust pink staring at me, drinking of me, lips eating me out…

… K-Kasen-nee couldn't consent to any of that?!It was all mind-control…?

An eruption of tiredness threatens to pull me to the ground, but I—barely—maintain myself, eyes rushing to Satori… Venom of impossible mortality stares back.

I gulp; the realization tastes bitter.

“—That’s three of Yukari’s secrets,” I-I missed the third?! “Now, to repay me, you'll go to the Underworld and you’ll kill that dragon, Hakurei miko… Otherwise, you’ll be hearing three secrets you don’t want to hear—right, Hana-chan?”

>>46277934
for Hanaanon, sorry for holding the 'Ana for so long, overestimated chapter amount for this little arc and my own free time, though after this one only got 2 more chapters that I'll post tomorrow and then the 'Ana will be free. Sorry again!

>>46277934
if Hana secrets get revealed i think that Reimu will try to kill herself on the spot

>>46240785
>Reimew Nyakurei
Want. Would.

>>46278108
I'd also kill myself if a mind reading midget told me my daughter fucked my dog, my ex-husband and my big sis

good evening, late last thread's flowchart coming through!
>'definitely not favoritism in the chart' edition!
https://files.catbox.moe/9n5nwi.png
for writeanons to guide themselves and readeranons to pester the other flowchartanon~!
look at that: Goro-san and Seija were thrown all the day down to 3rd place, with Keine taking 2nd and the 'Ana 1st!
keep the good work, guys!

>>46270469
>>46270461
>>46270445
She was falling in love and becoming the other beast girl desperately in love and plotting to capture Anon via wholesome tail fluffing. Trust the Kon-Kon...

>>46277934
Man, with the things Satori knows I don't blame her if she never returns to the surface again.

Jesus i have not browsed this site since december, this has not been finished yet? You guys surely are milking Anon, damn.

>>46284201
man, we even got a highschool AU recently; the live action adaptation will be insane!

>>46284185
>the father
>the big sis
>the rape mother
>the dog

>>46283812
>Only one tail (not nine)
>Tail is small and thin (not thick and bushy)
>Wearing a bedsheet
>Flat
>Rectangular
It is strictly impossible for an imitation to surpass the genuine article no matter how hard it tries

>>46284441
I could see some people considering that. However:

>>46284666
>cursed digits
evacuate thread, now! The sex fox is too powerful and is going to drain us all and put in tubes!!

>>46270580
"Anon you comely demigod whose ragged features have entirely ensnared both me, my daughter, and pet bird. Either you fuck my daughter with a side of oyakodon with extra oya, or I'll have you and my daughter locked so far deep into makaian sex dungeon you'll be finding the tin to cast your own dildos!"

>>46270580 (65/?)

Poking the blackened remains of what were once eggs, Shinki frowns. That’d be a pain to scrape off, if she needed to scrape them off. Such a thing was beneath a goddess, however, “A minor trifle. I’m a master at reverting entropy at this scale. It’s quite useful for alchemy and the like.”

Anon thinks on that for a moment, “Reverting entropy? You mean you can unburn things? Though if you’re a master at that… do you burn things a lot?”

Unfortunately, Shinki didn’t quite catch that last part as she’s far too busy pulling back smoke and the like to turn inedible char into delicious food. Truly it was a miracle of divine proportions that would never be disparaged as a parlor trick, or worse a sign that she was clumsy.

An advantage of uncooking something rather than cooking as it’s rather easy to see where to stop as you’re going the other way. Worst-case scenario you just need to cook the egg again (and then revert it when it doesn’t pan out (hehe pan)), but Shinki would know nothing about such things. After all, she’d never spend days baking and unbaking one of her daughter’s birthday cakes only to have to fight off Sariel or Yumeko when they hypothetically figured out what she was doing.

A-Anyway, she’s pretty good at reckoning such things (and she’s a natural who didn’t learn such a skill through trial and error), so the omelets look quite appetizing when she puts them on plates, certainly a far cry from how they looked mere minutes ago.

Anon seems a bit transfixed by the process. “It’s odd, I’ve seen some crazy magic in time here, but it’s always the stuff to make everyday life easier and not the firestorms or whatever that feel the most alien.”

Shinki tuts, “What good is magic if it can’t make you good eggs? For that matter, what good is it if it can’t get you a drink?”

With that Shinki reaches into a little world placed in her dress and withdrawals a chilled bottle of champagne, orange juice, and two glasses. “Speaking of, fancy a drink?”

Anon hesitantly nods, “I suppose, but eggs and a mimosa? It feels a bit foreign-”

Shinki smiles as she interjects, “You’re a bit foreign. I am too I suppose.”

Faced with impeccable logic, Anon surrenders with a chuckle. “Fair and uhhh thank you. A mimosa would be lovely, even if it’s not quite my type of drink. I suppose it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise considering all the other outside stuff that’s made its way here.”

Shinki smirks, “Like you!”

Anon nods again, “Yeah, like me.”

It’s quiet for a little while after that as the two eat. After making considerable headway into his meal, Anon asks, “So Shinki… I heard… do you like the fiddle?”

Shinki immediately perks up at that and leans forward with a wide smile, “Do you like the fiddle?”

Anon wiggles back for some reason when faced with Shinki’s earnest excitement. “It’s… an instrument, I’ve heard it played well before, though I can’t play it myself. I thought given… well.”

Shinki helpfully provides, “I’m so amazing that I must play the fiddle? Yeah, I get that a lot. As a matter of fact, I do. I’m very good at it, I’ve even taken on quite a few apprentices over the years. A skilled fiddling hand can get you anywhere, you know? I’ve seen it win people love, fame, friendships, golden fiddles, the approval of one’s parents, and many other things.”

Anon leans back a little further for no reason before asking, “Do you like challenging people to fiddling competitions?”

Shinki pulls back at that and adopts a more guarded stance. “That’s a very personal question, you know? You can’t just ask someone if they challenge others to fiddling competitions.”

Anon furrows a brow as he very slowly returns to his normal position. “I’m sorry?”

With an apology given, Shinki shifts her mien again towards something more warm. “Well if you’re sorry, yes I do enjoy challenging people to fiddling competitions. Sadly, here in Gensokyo it rarely pans out well because I’m pretty much the only person who knows how to play the fiddle. You’d think that’d give me an edge in fiddling competitions, but sadly it just means people don’t accept my challenges. Yukari even said no when I proposed a fiddling incident.”

Anon tilts head (cute!) at that, “When you proposed an incident? Do you plan incidents?”

Shinki shrugs, “We used to sometimes if we were bored and there wasn’t an incident for a while. They tended to be the more tamer types of incidents, but it helped pass the the time. Hmmm… do you think I could teach the kappa to play the fiddle? They’re kinda like Nix if you squint and most of the people over here look like they’re squinting anyways.”

Anon replies, “I can’t say I’ve ever tried to teach a Kappa to play an instrument. They’re pretty good with their hands, so maybe?”

Shinki nods, "Probably, though I might need to make them little fiddles because they're small, though I suppose fiddles aren't so big in the first place so it might not be a problem."

>>46269144 (4/4—p7)
—
My heart sank.

Secrets Mother doesn't want to hear—my secrets… Flashes go through my mind: me and Yukari—'mama', I called her—in bed with Father, his strong fingers working her and his shaft me, a haze of lust numbing me to the dead eyes of a corpse; Aunn holding me and exploring in-between my legs; Kasen pumping three fingers, making me clench and scream… Tears were accumulating on my eyes before I noticed and, desperately, I sought Mother's gaze. She looked at me with puzzlement, fists open and closing, questions more than clear behind those onyx-almost-red of hers.

No, no, no, no-no-no—she mustn't know!!

If she gets to know I'm a terrible monster, a being most foul and wrong, that I let myself get perverted to such extensions for pleasure that didn't last more than a day—I—I-I don't think— “Your daughter seems to despise the idea of you knowing whatever she's hiding, Hakurei miko. Why don't you beg your good mother to go kill that dragon, little Hana? It's best for everyone—”

“—YOU CREEPY BITCH!” A spork almost cleaves Okina's head off her shoulders; a fast backdoor there. Toutetsu looked livid. “What the fuck do you think you're doing to the poor girl, eh? You think I'll stand here and watch as you tear her apart—don't you FUCKING know the struggle 'twas to get them together?! How emotional I got hearing Reimu’s history?! I fucking hate stories with bad endings, especially between families, and if you instigate this one, I swear, I'll fucking devour yours and your little dancers' heads!” She hits her spork against her shoulder, standing in front of me and Mother as if a guardian.

Still, Okina simply sighs. “You really do lack tact. Do you understand what's the alternative here, Toutetsu? Come the Solstice, not only will we have Yukari and Kasen as foes, but Kasen won't switch sides and there'll be a dragon there fighting for Yukari!” She slams her chair’s arm, facade breaking for a mere moment to reveal a paramount chafe and rage, my body shivering and recoiling back as did the cat's—still holding onto Mother—and Aya's, whose concentration in writing didn't falter. This is a turning point in what's to come…

They keep discussing: Toutetsu is pointing a finger, yelling things; Ran is trying to calm them down; Satori watches with complete scorn; Aya is scribbling on her notebook; and the cat watches with thick tears falling from her eyes.

… But my mind is somewhere else.

Begging Mother to go kill Kasen-nee's dragon—her family, Mother said—would stop Okina from telling her my secrets…

The mere thought makes me feel like swimming in a sea of trash, of smearing tartar that burns and acid so fetid it melts. Egotism doesn't start to describe the act of taking someone's life to keep these mistakes and secrets hidden away…

B-But what am I supposed to do otherwise?! Let Mother hear all those awful things?! I'd never be forgiven; others would know, too! Every single friendship I've painstakingly built—Marisa-sensei; Yuuka; Alice; Mima; Sana and Sara; Sanae; Kanako—would shatter under the weight of those innocent sins…

I'm not looking, but I know Satori's gaze on my trembling frame is one that could kill a man. Mother must be looking at me with disgust, probably imagining the worst; Ran, Aya, Toutetsu—they must be ashamed of me crying like this… Would the cat feel pity for me, this monster, as she felt for Mother?

My fists clench, the chains of a decision so terrible threatening to noose my neck and pull me down.

How many times has that happened?

A power to be never chained down, yet again and again I find myself at the mercy of people more powerful than me—for how long will that continue? Just for how long will I let myself be stomped?

Frustration burns like lava and all I want to do is lay down and cry…

… I don't want that. I don't want Koutei, Kasen-nee's family—so much was taken away from her already… I'm so sorry—to die…

'There must be another way,' a voice like that of a devil whispers sweetly in my ears. There's another way; there is…

I-I could just… beg Yukari, right?

She let me call her 'mama', so she does care about me! It's not much, and though she'll question me and seek answers, we'll figure that out!

I can persuade her to free Koutei in return for supporting her during her pregnancy and standing by her side! I'll be her baby's big sister, and we—us, her baby, Father—will be a family! She'll h-hear me; it's my only good option—it is my only option!

Clothes exploding, wide and bloodshot eyes; the devil’s smile—her lips on mine, her taste in my mind and Father inside of me—all his pain, his suffering…

It'll all end when we become a big, happy family! Us four…

That'll happen.

It'll surely happen.

Toutetsu is yelling, Okina is losing her cool, Ran is not getting results and the cat is crying so hard and holding onto Mother as if salvation. My mouth opens, body trembles, eyes puffy, ready to tell them my plan…

One voice silences all. “I refuse,” Mother says.

>>46285628 (4/4—p8)
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All eyes are on Mother.

Her eyes are as cold as stone, yet are also serene, composed—a determination that is as strong as the fire that climbed up her skin in there. Silence doesn't last much as she, almost tenderly, steps forward… And the world explodes in fire, holes bursting from her uniform and, to all that dared look, massive wings of scarlet fire brushing against wood and wool, a pair tall and proud, embroidering her back and turning an already imposing frame into something grandiose. The cat had fallen on her ass, watching in unadulterated awe; Ran frowned with sudden comprehension, quickly mumbling numbers I couldn't hope to understand; Aya seemed a bit… jealous? The weird grin on her face, however, said whatever she was feeling was more profound than that. Toutetsu had a wicked grimace—'hell yeah'—she had whispered. Mother marched to the Goddess of Backdoors, who hadn't even flinched at the display of curling blood flames. “… I refuse to kill Koutei. I refuse to take even more from Kasen.” Okina narrowed her eyes, Satori to her side for the first time in the night bearing something else than suicide of venom: immense hope. I did not. I-If she wasn't going to kill him, then— “But I also refuse to let you take my daughter's freedom away.”

Okina sighs, glancing at Mother's flames for a second before turning to her onyx eyes. “That's not how this works, Reimu, and you know that. You cannot intimidate me, and nothing will change the facts. Make a choice; 'our time is not infinite'.” She throws Mother's words back at her, a moment of silence following—the tension thick as butter.

Mother takes a deep breath…

“Hana.” She utters, and I almost jump from the scare. “These secrets… They're secrets for a reason, right?” I cannot answer, but the brief moment our eyes meet is enough of an answer for her. “I want to hear them someday, if you ever desire to tell me. But now, you do not, and that's okay; I respect you and your choices, my daughter… And as I live and breathe, I'll fight for them and your wellbeing.” Her eyes are again on Okina, whose right index finger rhythmically taps against the arm of her chair. “I've made my choice.”

“Good, you've already wasted enough of my ti—”

“I'll fight Kasen and Koutei alone during the Winter Solstice.”

The tapping comes to an abrupt stop. Okina stares at Mother with wide eyes, as if she had grown a second head. “… What?” She whispers in disbelief, but it's universal.

What the hell is Mother talking about?! Fighting a Sage and a dragon alone? Just so my secrets keep being secrets…?!

I-Is she insane, gone mad?! T-That's plainly—

“Suicide. You want to commit suicide—that's what you're telling me.” Okina says, sinking into her chair; she looks… curious, glancing back and forth from her eyes to the wings. “Well, I'm listening.”

“M-Ms. Reimu, y-you promised…?” A tiny voice comes from the side; the ruffle of nine tails heard, yet I ignored it.

“When the fight starts, Kasen and Koutei must be outside while Yukari will be inside defending Anon. I'll be outside fighting Kasen and Koutei, stopping them from hurting our forces and keeping them busy so Yukari cannot call them to fight against you and the others inside. I'll do so alone…” Okina was about to say something, but Mother kept going. “And, to bring Kasen, to our side… I'll be releasing Douji and resealing her completely.”

I don't know what Douji is…

But the sheer weight of those words makes me wanna puke.

I hear heavy tears falling to my side, and when I turn to look, I see Ran holding the cat tightly while she makes every effort possible to get away and run to Mother. Behind those broad eyes of hers, there's pure terror; Satori looks haunted yet bears crushing hope, trying to hide shaking fists; Ran looks broken; and the others sport complex expressions filled with bad omens—

—Okina laughs. Out loud.

It's terrifying and fills the room with dread, yet Mother remains still and tall, unfazed. “My, my, Hakurei miko~poor me, just when I thought the Solstice couldn’t become more absurdly interesting, something else appears to heighten my mood… Douji will see sunlight again and if you fail, she'll kill everyone in the vicinity.” Okina's eyes are immediately on me; smile disassociated, just like Aya's watching her game troops die from above. “But if you succeed, then the Solstice is won. You know what? That's fine with me! Die, live—all I care about is that Yukari is sealed, and Douji will be the perfect bomb to unleash.” A backdoor appears behind her, the chair floating slightly. “It was great bargaining with you, Hakurei miko! It was also very fun to talk and see everyone; will be happening again soon~bye!”

And, as if she were never here to begin with, the goddess is gone.

Satori hesitates before following, though she stops and turns to Mother… The satori's fond smile could light up a cave. “Thank you, Reimu.” She whispers and, by the next second, leaves.

The silence holds for a second…

>>46285634 (4/4—p9)
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… Then a missile hits Mother, her wings withering away and back inside her skin in a show of blood-red embers. Mother looks exhausted. “IDIOT, IDIOT! Y-YOU CANNOT DO THAT! YOU PROMISED! YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T GOING TO COMMIT SUICIDE! LIAR, LIAR!! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS?! WHY?!” The cat was punching her chest, slapping and scratching wildly, thick tears stranding from her swollen eyes.

Yet, without showing a hint of hurt or annoyance Mother kneeled and softly hugged her, whispering on her pointy ears, “I’m sorry, Chen, I'm so sorry… I lied to you. I'd do anything for my daughter. Don’t think less of me, please…” She then released the cat, who, inconsolable at such words and incoherently mumbling—'unfair', was heard—as she tried cleaning up her eyes, desperately ran to the closest person—Toutetsu—and sank her face into her dress, weeping loudly in torment, trembling like a leaf against a storm—a confused feeling of hurt rose like bile within my throat at the sight; why? She's a youkai…

The mafia goat, maybe one of youkais Mother most advised me against ever facing, hugged her so tightly that I feared she’d be crushed, yet so tenderly at the same time that that fear vanished like wind. Aya fell down on her weird cushion, sighing with palpable tiredness. Ran approached Tetsu who didn’t even wait a moment before pulling her into the hug… Staring at Mother’s back, Ran hugged back.

I couldn’t pay much attention to it, not when Mother was in front of me and staring directly at my eyes…

… Her red-onyx eyes so full of warmth, a smile tiny yet of a love unprecedented; exhaustion and stress were visible in the labored dark bags under her eyes, but Mother didn’t let that push her down. She stopped, a hand rising and slowly falling on my shoulder. I jumped, realizing with an odd feeling of peacefulness that her eyes had me in a trance.

In them, I saw that same little girl of my meditation…

“Whatever you hide, my Hana, know that…” Her hand rose, gently grabbing the side of my face, her thumb cleaning a stray tear—when did they begin falling? “ I’ll always love you, no matter what you've done.”

And so Mother takes her hand away from my cheek and steps away. She pauses and exchanges a few words with Aya—hugs her, then. The crow hugs firmly—, and walks to the entrance of the house, Mayohiga silent but for the cat—Chen’s cries of anguish.

Mother turns to me one last time. There’s love in her eyes, a smile threatening to break. “Well, shall we get back home, Hana? I'm starving!”

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and that's it, took a bit longer than what I anticipated, but finished with the 'Ana! You're good to go from here, Hanaanon! Half a thousand new traumas; shocking revelations and a letter of suicide for the 'greater good' and a fuck ton of things to fuck this teenager's mind, because that's exactly what see needs right now! Sorry if I didn't capture the 'Ana too well, no one does it like you~

>>46285661
>"Whatever you hide, my Hana, know that…” Her hand rose, gently grabbing the side of my face, her thumb cleaning a stray tear—when did they begin falling? “ I’ll always love you, no matter what you've done.”
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>>46284973
Casual airhead Shinki is too powerful, if Alice isn't careful Anon will be considering other options!

>Just did several big writing fills for another thread in the span of a week
Now I'm not gonna straight confirm anything but I feel sum of the mojo grooving back inside my veins
If nothing horrid happens we very well could be BACK gentlemen

>>46286778
glad for u, mate.

>>46286124

>>46284973
that's how Satan convince men to fuck her? With competitive fiddling...? How the fuck does this woman managed to produce children?!

>>46285634
>I'll be releasing Douji
Thus Reimu has opened the possibility for the unexpected Ibaraki and Big Four endings. She knows not the possibility her actions imply.

>>46293442
Alchemy and a fat ass.

>>46293635
>the unexpected Ibaraki and Big Four endings
#!?* hasn't appeared in the story yet tho

>>46293635
not happening. Douji is not surviving the Beast, The Crimson Slasher™ herself, fueled by the desire to keep her daughter's sexual degeneracy hidden under lock and key

>>46293655
>>46293442
almost makes me wanna write something about the oni alliance, but already too busy for that~

>>46293442
Yeah she's good at fiddling, but can she beat Lou on Expert difficulty?

>>46298156
she'll teach Anon the way, and he'll use his new power and mastery of ki to blow Yukari away!

Chen is precious!

>>46297488
When you have enough time, please do.

>>46300349
will see to it; if Sanae got a chapter after 700 entries, then Suika can get one too after 1000!

my favourite chen chapters are still the ones where she met yamame and she gave chen a speech about appreciating the time she has with anon now
really got my heart

>>46300453
it was a delight writing those, especially now that the KMS ended. Warmed my heart too that KMSanon answered to the tribute with a tribute of his own~'twas a nice interaction

>>46300479
>Warmed my heart too that KMSanon answered to the tribute with a tribute of his own~'twas a nice interaction
source?

>>46300523
https://i.warosu.org/data/jp/img/0452/94/1700478578465096.png, first part of 12, by the ending, spiderbaby!Chen works with Yams

>>46284973
Shinki might as well make Anon sign a contract to give him enteral happiness and protection in exchange for marrying Alice. That girl won't get a man otherwise.

>>46285661
Reimu will accept her daughter's many, many perversions. It's not like she's much better. Well she might be, but not by much.

>>46301083
>It's not like she's much better. Well she might be, but not by much.
that's a nice thing for Hana's development. The more parallels she can draw between herself and Reimu, the more smoothly she can develop away from being a retard.

>>46285661
>>46285634
Ahhhh, Hana collecting protection for her sins like pokemon!
I hope it most certainly acts as a relief rather than build up into something malignant~
Her mother would never act as an enabler instead of giving her the hard talk she needs??!
>>46277939
Fun stuff to read

>>46297488
> but already too busy for that~
I know the feeling. Got EXACTLY what I want to write ready to go, but I also have a big commitment until a little into next week to finish up.

>>46212135
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“My, so an encounter of old and new and the unstoppable passage of time?” Kaguya mutters, pristine face twisted with a hint of curiosity… Before it became ashes, her remaining body still with unsurprising yet sudden rigor mortis. I landed, flames rising in the image of the Greek Phoenix as I wiped my brow and recovered my breath, eyes moving to Kaguya—I grinned with the golden light restructuring her beauty, an always resplendent sight, her hime hair ethereally bursting out from within the skin, eyes opening to stare at me. “That's a complex dilemma, Mokou, but one every society goes through as it grows and changes from its initial premise and values—even Lunar Society is bound to change, despite its ‘purity’.”

A wide barrage of glowing bullets follows, and I close the distance amidst them, entering close quarters with burning fists. Kaguya elegantly danced around the blows. “But what should I do? I've lived for so long, yet was never interested in this complex stuff… Ugh, things were easier in the past—remember Oda Nobunaga?”

Kags giggles a little. “Not really, no. He got too boring too fast—at least it was fun watching someone make sure his army would never enter the Bamboo Forest again~” I smile with the memories, hand pulling Kags' jaw out with a scorching sun, a gaping hole suddenly appearing in my chest.

“… I killed a thousand of his men in one night, made him think the forest was cursed. He never dared approach us again—action, reaction, conclusion…” Killing and murdering are two different things, after all. Just one of those haunted my dreams for so long… Holding softness close, thin platinum hairs in my mouth and two precious souls close by was all it took to stop the nightmares. Still, as bitterness spread like a virus, my smile vanished into a frown. “Now I have to worry people will harm Keine because they don't like her ideals—all it'd take is a surprise attack, she's not like me…—; that someone will torch my house, my allies' houses, when I'm not close to help; harm my kids before I can do anything… But that's Keine's way, right? It's supposed to make Gensokyo better for our kids, for others and… All it does to me is make every day a terror…” The words leave with an ode of tiredness but also of relief, body halting with the abrupt stifling weight. “This anxiety is breaking me, Kags. I don't know what to do…” I sigh.

Kaguya is in front of me, unmoving, so I look at her face. She seems thoughtful. “Such a difficult situation you've got yourself into—meddling with mortals always ends like that, I’d know.” My frown creases and I'm about to question what the fuck she means, but she resumes. “Though, shouldn't you be happy?”

… Better do it anyway. “What the fuck do you mean? Happy? How can I be happy if I'm always fearing some—”

“Because, to mortals, that's what makes life precious: the fact that it can and will end at any time… Do you remember our conversation? That one before you wooed the teacher beneath the moonlight~” Kags plays and though I fight it, I blush anyway—wait a second!

“You saw all that?” She nods, chuckling. “… You saw Keine in that night gown?” I ask, hands plunging inside my pants pockets, narrowed eyes filled with jealousy. Kaguya's now laughing, a hearty soul to it, and I sighed, scratching my hair and pouting. “Don't get any silly ideas…”

“I won't, don't worry~”

I can't hold any longer and giggle too. “Yeah, I remember our fucking conversation.”

Seeing the battle had reached its end, Kaguya produced two balls of light, one for each of us, the gentle light cleansing our robes from blood and viscera. They collapsed a moment later—like tiny black holes—, leaving us both squeaky clean. “What I told you about mortals remains unchanged: they die, one way or another, and time is their most precious currency. It isn't the same for us.” With this indescribable gaze, she turns to the half-moon. It gleams as if full. “… But you chose to change that.” I perk, eyes narrowing. What? “You chose to live like a mortal and cast aside the ultimate truths of what being an immortal means, all so you can live her life—now theirs; congrats again~—, to the fullest, which means bearing all the risks of their fragile lives. Kill everyone you think might pose a threat to those you love; it won't change the fact a natural heart attack; a stroke or just a bullet through the heart may end it all.” My body chills; the imagery a haunting waking nightmare. “… All that, however, is meaningless. Mortals don't consider the prospect that any moment might be their last moment; how'd they live their lives like that?”

Her words clicked immediately, a bitterness taking over my tongue as the answer became clear: an immortal living the life of a mortal, crushed under the weight of death…

Kags didn’t notice, looking at the Moon with a suddenly crushing longing, her words resuming. “All mortals think they're immortal until they die. That's how they enjoy their brief lives to the fullest, Mokou.”

>>46303491
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With my heart racing and no idea what to say, I just stared at her expressionlessly.

That's it, then? Just accept the prospect of death and continue living as if it doesn't exist for Keine, for the twins, for our friends…?

A fucking life of ignorance, then?

'A life with no regrets', she'd said way back on that day, yet if I'd known that pursuing such a life by their side would've brought with it so much anxiety, so much unending fear about every moment I'm not in my family's presence—the thought of myself letting something happen an entire different beast… Every day is another terror, another wondering if they’re or not okay. Just remembering those guns, I feel like puking…

Yet, would’ve I done anything different? Kissed her, proposed to her, loved our kids…?

Nope; I wouldn't have done anything different.

A heavy sigh leaves me, scratching my hair before letting my body fall on the cold dew, arms and legs outstretched, staring at the starry sky. “This sucks major ass…” I mutter, Kags softly sitting by my side. “Why didn't you just say 'killing is bad' or something? Would've hurt less…”

“I wouldn't lie to you, Mokou.” She fiddles with something before joining her sleeves. “Keine and her revolution are just another footnote in our infinite lives, you know? But to her, it might truly be the event that defines her life. Unlike us, it'll be her legacy, something that'll—in a good or bad way—outlive her. Killing so many for paranoia would taint her legacy red… We'll burn with the stars; we don't need to worry about such.” I sulk, closing my eyes, yet the rumble of truths settles deep inside. That does explain things…

In my mind, I see her holding our children, smiling as we feed them; as we watch them fly around the house and clean their mess; those quiet moments under sheets, just holding onto each other, watching the cradle like hawks…

… Keine and the twins will die before me. Their kids will too, and so forth. I'll see generation after generation perish, merely because I decided I wanted to burn with no regrets.

“I wonder if I'll regret this choice two thousand years from now…”

Kaguya looks at me for a lengthy moment, turns to the Moon and, a minute later, for no good reason, closes her eyes and starts humming this lullaby without meaning—no, not really meaningless: an abyssal feeling, one in my bones, in my blood… Remembers it quite well.

It's almost like a memory imprinted on this Hourai body.

I gawk at Kags, who soon reaches the ending of the cute tune, yet a poignant emptiness remains. My mouth moved to question her, but she spoke first. “… The wife of the bamboo cutter would usually sing it for me. It made me feel happy.” She narrows her eyes and, silently, I start to understand the 'indescribable' gaze. “I merely blinked, and enough time had passed for their skins to wither and their bones to turn to dust. I didn't get to see how they lived or how they died…” An answer without truly answering.

That’s Kaguya Houraisan for you…

I almost want to laugh, yet cannot bring myself to it, not while imagining that canvas Kags gave me painted with mine and Keine's colors, the twins' colors…

What a terrible, terrible fate.

I wonder if anyone else alive knows that angle of hers.

“Do what you can, Mokou. For some people…” She stops, a not-so-elegant yet very beautiful smile there. “…That's more than enough.” Seemingly satisfied, Kags gracefully gets up and cleans her pristine dress with a blinding light of gold, a simple smile against a neutral face looking at me. “Well, you should go back to the teacher. She must be missing you right now. Your children too… They want their 'cool mother'.”

“… Yeah, guess ya ri—w-wait, how do you…?!” I ask, my voice trembling and my cheeks sprinkled with red. How in hell does she know about that nickname?! My answer is a giggle, chest thumping with embarrassment as I awkwardly get up. Kags is already floating up… I mull about pursuing her, but decide to stick my hands inside my pockets and, sulking, mumble as I turn. “… Thanks, dude.”

“… Hm~guess we're saying I didn't go to Anon because I was too embarrassed. The rabbits will get so rowdy.” She talks to herself with that gentle smile, our eyes locking for a brief moment before she waves and, quickly, floats away under the moonlight.

Alone on the destroyed bamboo clearing, I sigh, looking up…

… Live every moment like it is the last; do what I can.

With a burst of flames, I disappear, my mind set on my destination.

It takes a few minutes to return home, the lights on and a loud, comforting shrill noise coming from inside; we don't have to hide the kids anymore~I unlock the door, heart pounding with scenarios and probabilities: what if someone tries to harm Kein—she can defend herself—what if someone tries to harm the twins—Keine will be with them; she can defend them… Suzu is a strong girl, as is Mystia. Smart—to a… very small degree in Mystia's case—and can survive long enough for someone to help…

>>46303494
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I'll do what I can for them. Protect, be there…

The inside is cozy, unlike the sheer cold that was outside—though I cannot feel the cold, there's just something about the warmth a house produces that no flame can mimic.

The twins play inside their cradle, moved to the living room so Keine has easier access to them during the day; their wings draped in warmers and bodies almost comically stiff with the amount of clothing—a massive pile of papers and folders litters the dining and coffee tables, pens, and a lot of discarded papers. Plans, routes, what to do when the revolution either takes power, crashes and burns, or something else entirely…

But my eyes are not on that; rather, on the platinum beauty holding a knife that slowly cuts vegetables. Her smile lifts as she shoots me a side-eye look. “Good evening, Mokou!” Her eyes never leave the knife, her voice full of joy. I stop by the cradle, playing and petting the twins' wings, who tenderly flap them up and down. Love—if not, the gleam in their eyes as they relished in the caressing through the many cloth layers would've said it.

“… I'm home.” I move towards her in the kitchen. “How was the day?”

“Full to the brim. The other Youkai representatives had much to say about the news that came out of the meeting yesterday—good and bad. A lot of good, yet the bad struck deep.” She sighs, her eyes always on the knife, as I'd taught her. “I did clear up the misconceptions, though; Mystia was a saving grace… Ah, it was so stressful—hey, I'm cooking~” She mewls as I place myself behind her and gently hug her waist, resting my chin on top of her head after plating a kiss there… Keine's smile turns a little thoughtful as she reaches for my cheek, putting the knife to the side. “The meeting with Kaguya didn't go so well?”

Live like every moment is the last.

It'll come that single moment where, indeed, it'll be the last…

“Keine.”

“Hm?” She turns in the hug, hands against my chest, eyes staring at mine from below… They soften, seeing something I cannot fathom… “Mo—”

“Wanna go have a picnic on the moon?”

She blinks. “… H-Huh?”

A surge of adrenaline, sudden like the atomic bomb. “Get some sandwiches, baby bottles, orange juice, or anything you like!”

“M-Mokou?! What're you talking about—”

I catch Keine's shoulders and pull her up like a doll, kissing her so passionately I could feel the moment she started to melt. “You have no FUCKING idea how much I love you, Keine! I love my kids!!” I laugh, holding my forehead for some reason. “I want to show you so many pretty sights—our kids beautiful landscapes! Take you everywhere, give you the world—make you three the happiest people on Earth!”

So little time, so much to do; so much love to show.

So many regrets I don't wanna bear when the last star burns away.

Keine blinks, searching something in my wild eyes for a moment, silence spreading… Then a reluctant smile grows there: “Kaguya-san helped a lot, I see; your smile is so genuine~” I blink, confused, but she comes first. “Okay! Let's have a picnic on the moon; I’ll prepare the twins.”

My smile grows to oceanic proportions.

—

The cold winter night in Gensokyo was calm, silent. Dark as all winters are…

… Then a thin beam of pure fire erupted towards the sky around the area of the Forest of the Lost, all the way up, disappearing amidst the clouds. Those who saw it didn't question; Danmaku duels, after all, don't know night or day.

—

“… I-I'm sorry…”

It turns out flying from the Earth to the Moon with nothing but fire is a very tall request, so we had to settle for something somewhat tamer.

Mt. Fuji’s summit, of course.

In the middle of a winter night, there were no people around, so Mokou lit a circle of fire around us, cozy like the inside of our home, and we set the blanket on the snow, placed the basket full of food much heartier than sandwiches—tempura, ginkgo sweets, very spicy fish cuisine, both meat and vegetarian rice balls and sake for ourselves, and, ‘course, baby bottles for the twins—, and…

We just basked in the view together.

The clutching darkness and blazing neon lights stunned Aki; Mochi tried munching on snow. Mokou mumbled non-stop apologies for not flying us to the moon~

My stress vanished like a marshmallow above flames as I rested my head on her chest, enjoying the soft wind inside the fire ring. “Don't be sorry. It's a beautiful view.” I nearly sang, petting Mochi's wings as I ate my rice ball~so much cultural heritage…

“Could've been the moon… but I'm a dumbass!” Her head falls with a sigh. Aki takes hold of her hair, pulling on it while giggling. “Oy, stop it, brat!” She quarrels with the laughing baby; seeing fun things ensuing, Mochi flies to participate, and I can't resist laughing as Mokou—harmlessly—pulls on Aki's wings, calling it revenge; the babies laugh in joy~

I don’t know what happened to Mokou…

… But whatever it was, I’m glad our family makes her—us~—so happy.

Memories like these are to be cherished.

>>46303494
Kaguya and Mokou sure are friendly for people who brutally murder each other in a regular basis

>>46307108
when you cannot really die it just becomes a portal 2-esque friendship, where you are always concocting the best and most creative ways of suiciding your friend~

>>46303406
such is the life of the writer; I'm glad I'm basically done with my course and just waiting my certificate now...
>>46303326
>Ahhhh, Hana collecting protection for her sins like pokemon!
the traumatized pervert MUST be protected, Anon! That's by law.
>I hope it most certainly acts as a relief rather than build up into something malignant~
>Her mother would never act as an enabler instead of giving her the hard talk she needs??!
Reimu would give her the talk if Hana ever decides to tell her, but that loops back to promising she'd never take away Hana's choices ever again; meaning it all depends on Hanaanon. Always so thrilling not knowing what the ultra traumatized teenager will do next~

>>46277939
Nah, you did great in portraying the awkward girl trying to suck up to her mother while balancing her hate and secrets. I'll go ahead and move on from here with some more character arcing and some kind of final confrontation between Hana and Yukari, hopefully she won't job too hard.

>>46308580
thanks!
>hopefully she won't job too hard.
ominous...

>>46303491
>>46303494
>>46303499
more Kaguya is nice, Eientei saw so little action in the fic...... And is cool seeing some family fluff after the disaster that is hana's life too

>>46245469
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Master of Ki…?

I look past Meiling to the door of the shrine; loud moans audible. The gate guardian blinks, clearly anticipating a word or two. “He doesn't seem capable of punching mountains or walking on water… yet, anyhow.” I point out the obvious: heart clinching and beating strangely quickly—strain from running too much, perhaps? Unlikely.

Meiling sighs, scratching her hair, still embarrassed. I wonder if the experiences here will desensitize her to sexual intercourse: It is a boundless fountain of knowledge, and mating habits do give a high amount of insight into unanswered questions—example: does a fairy have a reproductive system, even though they're primarily—keyword—created from nature's forces and energies? Hardly one would ever get the chance of solving such question, but here I managed to do so… It's amusing also to sometimes hound her with minutiae details about such; if life were all research, Koakuma would never get close to the Voile, after all~ “Y-Yeah, he's not a master of that: Bodily Ki… Though I could teach him someday since he, alone, already got so far in fortifying his Mind Ki.” I raise an eyebrow, recalling the day we were imprisoned here; the man learned and understood magic in a superficial level quite easily, and if he's already—unconsciously, I gamble—a master of 'mind' in that sense… Hm, an apprentice after so long, one with his baggage, could be fascinating. “But that's what I meant: Mind Ki. He has mastered it!” An excited smile rose again on her face.

“Mind Ki, you say… Not through breathing exercises, hm?”

Her joy fades as quickly as it came, her gaze back on the shrine's door. The moans are louder. “No; he didn't achieve ai-ki through training, but through necessity… We already have it bad; can you imagine how it must be for him? Every day—four crammed into one—destroyed and played in mind and body, treated as nothing but a play-toy without will, that feels no pain or sadness, locked away… It's inhumane, Patchy.” My body halts at the sudden change in tone and posture, and I watch without surprise the sheer fury swimming in the guardian's eyes, muscles clenched to show what the zenith of martial arts looks like, red hair a flame of ire. One of the reasons Hong Meiling is so underappreciated in this Gensokyo springs from Spellcard Rules…

… To remember what could be without them.

Chilling, truly.

“So the man's Mind Ki was forged in fire through pain. What does that mean to you?” I call her attention; her intensity attenuating to give way to a more soft exterior. One year of empathy bred apodictic protection and care.

Was that part of Sekai's plan…?

“Means the motive I cannot speak to him is that his mind is shielded from everything that has caused him pain. Everything but a few feelings, people.” I can imagine what both are. “The moments I could talk to him were moments his mind was at peace and I matched one of the 'keywords' to connect our ki: first time he was watering plants and I talked about my favorite food… I was thinking about home at that moment, and so I connected to him.” The utter sadness that those words carry is just another reminder that a gilded cage remains a cage nonetheless—a thought that quickened my heartbeat, veins pulsating choler. Inside, the moans have ceased. “Next was when I talked about Sakuya while he cared for that little doll of his: a good friend—and it did reach him. Every subsequent time I tried talking to him, I was thinking of it as a test, using him as a way to get out of this place as soon as possible, like an object. It was never genuine, and so never reached him…” She finishes with a sigh, exhausted and struggling to not look towards the fake shrine.

A grueling year spent in this accursed place...

… I still haven't reached Sekai's World. When I leave, this freedom—this body of spectral flesh—won't follow. I frown, my mind overworking with nervous thoughts; all this information Meiling shared, whatever Sekai erased from our minds…

What does that child want from us? Messing my spell and creating these bodies; mending of the portal to reach her world; rendering me this freedom; cleansing our minds… And now, this discovery by Meiling.

What purpose do any of her words have without any kind of guidance…?

Suddenly, I pause, blink…

… And sigh: As I'd thought, it seems.

“Meiling.” She glances towards me, saddened and stressed, though curious at seeing my neutral facade turn strained, heart accelerating. “Everything we've done so far has been predetermined by Sekai through Remilia's ability to control fate.”

Because why give out any guidance if everything is already going to fall into place on its own?

“H-Huh…?” She ‘asks’, frowning.

“We cannot let it happen any further, not without answers.” Before she can speak, I march towards the fake shrine, determined. “There's no counter; our fates are written in stone… So, to get to the writer, we shall threaten to shatter the stone.” I phase inside, eyes on Anon Hakurei.

>>46312010
Right? Only Tewi is playing ball for them, shame Reisen got lost on the way there with Patchy and Meiling

>>46316728
>Reisen will be used by Eirin to bear one of the God Emperors of Touhou
perhaps it's a good thing Reisenanon pulled off.

>>46316719
Patchy, you clever stud. Either sekai intervenes or patchy is playing right into fates hands, both is fine too.
I'm very eager to see what patchy does ngl.
I'm curious how remi and sekai's fate control interact with eachother, would there be no conflict at all and events fall in such a way both parties get what they want with the paths of least resistance?

The next Aya chapter is finished and ready to go. Except for 2 characters.

The rabbit hole of my Posting order / Part numbering and the 2-3 mistakes I made both posting to 4chan and in my mega-doc has delayed it for multiple hours at this point. Now I'm updating my folder of post images to ensure the next post is properly numbered and I missed one somewhere. fml.

Update will be deployed once everything is finally verified and the post number finally matches the thread chronological number. I refuse to give up on this bad idea.

>>46318719
I-I see...

>>46318719
genuinely cannot imagine putting this much effort in
just fuckin free ball it

>>46082296
Guiding Reimu through the backdoors was a daunting task. Travel too quickly, and Aya would leave the miko behind in the constantly shifting maze. Travel too slow, and Aya’d be uncomfortably close to the aura of violence radiating from Reimu’s every pore. Yet, it was exhilarating. This might be the end of the nightmare! With Hana at risk, Reimu would have to fend off Yukari. Alice’s house was Mima’s territory, so the gap hag was out of her turf. And with Yuuka and Sanae on her side (at the very least, to protect Hana), the fight was a done-deal: The HSE’s mistress was toast! Sure, there was the sword in the Underground and all those kids, but Anon would finally be free and Yukari’s connections would crumble! She couldn’t wait to see the battle that would finally bring this incident to a close!

Just a few doors away from Alice’s home, a sharp pain in the tengu’s crotch stopped her dead in her tracks.

Reimu stopped just past her guide, clearly annoyed at the setback. “Come on, we don’t have any time to waste! Every second that bitch is with Hana is another I should’ve prevented!”

“J-Just give me a second! You can’t blame me for being nervous in this situation!” The pain started to fade. Maybe this was just a really early contraction and she still had another few hours before the real ones started. Focusing as hard as she could on her destination, Aya led Reimu through a couple more doors while gritting her teeth. When the second contraction came, it was enough to send the reporter to her knees.

Reimu tamped down her rage just enough to show concern for the tengu. “What’s going on with you?”

Ah, she’d be a fool to ignore it any longer. “Listen up, because I only have enough time to say this once: Keep heading straight and pass 3 doors, then take the crappy-looking one on the right. In half a minute, it’ll bring you straight to Alice’s porch. Now go!”

The Hakurei miko hesitated before a flash of recognition passed through her eyes. “Got it. Take care, Aya. I’ll see you after we’re both okay.” No further words were needed as Reimu left the reporter behind to take care of her own daughter. A door slammed shut in the distance while the tengu recovered her bearings. Aya sighed a breath of relief, trying not to focus on the fact she was stranded in the Land of the Backdoors while her body was betraying her. Fortunately, a set of footsteps was approaching her. Unfortunately, Aya recognized whom they belonged to.

“You know, it’s rude to to invite guests into someone else’s domain without their permission. It’s also quite rude to leave a mess around for them to clean up when they’re expecting guests of their own.” Okina held up one of Aya’s pipe bombs before chucking the metal tube behind her shoulder. The device let out a fiery cloud of splinters and hot metal scraps, barricaded a few feet behind the pair by an unseen force. “See? Now Satono has to clean all of that up while Mai is still trying to figure out the difference between the duds and the real deals. Your carelessness is cruelty to another.”

“I sincerely apologize and I won’t do it again. Now, could you give me a hand? I-”

“Give YOU a hand? You do realize how many favors you’ve been asking for recently, right? Even letting the Hakurei miko through my demesne is out of line, and now you need another boon?”

“Matarajin, I genuinely don’t have time to shoot the shit right now!” Business relations be damned, the last thing Aya needed tonight was Okina chewing her out while she was in labor.

The goddess asserted her presence, stepping forward and looking down on the crumpled tengu at her feet. “Neither do I! A good host must entertain her guests and handle unsavory characters, a task I’m burdened with simultaneously. Now, pick yourself up off the ground and— is that blood between your legs?”

“You JUST noticed?! Yes it is, oh wise and powerful ruler of the Backdoors, and I’m going to give birth right here in your ‘demesne’ unless you do something about it!”

Okina jumped back, a look of clear disgust on her face. “Augh! Ew! Deal with that with your own kind!” Summoning a plain doorframe, Okina forced the dimension-linking gateway to pass over the tengu, leaving only a red stain on the floor as proof of her existence.

Aya appeared in her own room, unceremoniously shot out of a window onto the floor. Still unprepared, the tengu opened the door into the rest of her home to start preparing towels and other home remedies. No way in hell she trusted Eirin. Stumbling into darkness, the lights flicked on by themselves, revealing balloons, gift boxes, a great big banner saying “CONGRATULATIONS”, and a horde of tengu. Of course Megumu was at the front of the crowd as they all yelled out “Surprise!”

Aya went down again. The simultaneous blows to her brain and uterus were too much.

(Part 87)

>>46318759
he's a method writer, Anon. Acting like the Aya, always compiling and keeping track of occurrences, like a true reporter! Mega-autism too, but that's already trademark around here~
>>46318719
jokes aside, nice personal log, Ayaanon! Had a chuckle reading the little notes.

>>46318829
>Satono has to clean all of that up while Mai is still trying to figure out the difference between the duds and the real deals
kek, poor girls. Must've been hell to clean after the Great Fairy Invasion, now Aya's bombs.
eggs comings! Hoping for cute names~
>No way in hell she trusted Eirin
I wouldn't either after the “trust me, the pills ARE supposed to explode” thing. The making of the God Emperors comes second in that regard~
very nice seeing everyone ready and set to help her have her kids, though it's funnier the fact that Aya'll be back to work immediately after this... tengu society, man.
thanks for the chapter!

>>46318345
>I'm curious how remi and sekai's fate control interact with eachother, would there be no conflict at all and events fall in such a way both parties get what they want with the paths of least resistance?
likely that, as what they manipulate are really apart from each other, and for the moment Sekai has only used it inside the HSE. A more fun way of handling things is that there is conflict; Remi comes to know that and has to manually resolve it, likely going in a bloody crusade to identify who's using her ability. Though a shitposting line would be following the recent meme of the Gap being just a magical Python and say Remi's control of fate is fucking magic Assembly, that's why it's so good at handling time, and that Sekai is just running her crackhead homebrew Assembly version in the HSE and so going entirely unnoticed~

>>46318719
I can't wait for the Hana chapter where she aggressively orbits Aya for pics and videos of her live egg laying

>>46320069

>>46316719
At the very least Anon has a chance to not have his mind completely broken when he's saved. Although it has more to do with nothing can really hurt him anyway after all he's been through.

>>46318829
Aya can't catch a break, can she?

>>46322024
>Aya can't catch a break, can she?

>>46322024
>Aya can't catch a break, can she?

>>46322005
You know it must happen, let the miko molest the borb.

>>46327963
I'll make an edit later, first need to finish editing this Meiling chapter!

>>46316719
—
Her words didn't make sense at first—Sekai, Remi's power? W-Why'd she do that? Shatter what…?—, crimson overtaking my face as I phased inside the shrine, turning my eyes away from Anon and Yukari sitting on the ground and…

… Crying?

It was unexpected and quite jarring: Every time Yukari was here, she was either the usual smug, serious, or, uh… having s-sex, but I'd never stick around for that. Frowning, I turned to Patchy, who didn't pay Yukari a second glance as she marched towards Anon with an intense determination, my skin shivering from this sudden phantasm wind. “Oi, Patchy, what are you gonna—”

She ignored me and stopped in front of Anon Hakurei—between him and Yukari—; joined her hands, a strange magical aura surrounding her and floating her hairs—something I've become quite acquainted with this past 'year'—, and whispered, opening her hands, “Silêncio.”

—A dome of thin, transparent purple mist followed, encapsulating the whole fake shrine as if shrouding it in a cloud… I've never seen this spell.

“Hata no Sekai won't be able to listen to us or our thoughts inside here—at least, I suppose; it's impossible without a concise enumeration of her powers,” she says, kneeling in front of Anon, not even bothered with the sweat covering his scarred body or his member in full display, extending her hand forward towards his chest. “Remilia's actions over fate are, if I'm not misremembering, mostly unknown to her. She puts forward guidelines fueled by her desires and somehow it happens… But she doesn't know how everything goes or what events will transpire so her goal is achieved—Sekai might not be aware of that, only that fate will happen the way she wants. I'm betting on that to force her to finally talk to us.” Red-blood sigils form in front of her outstretched palm before moving on their own to glue onto the man's chest. That spell I immediately recognized: the spell that sealed our souls in this barrier… But reversed? T-That means instead of sealing the soul, it would—

Frigid waters run inside my veins, my posture flinching. Anon's and Yukari's conversation in the background is extremely hard to hear for some reason. “Patchy…” I don't even have words. She's challenging what's essentially a god, threatening Sekai's family and for what…? Answers, of course. “Is that worth it? What’s to say Sekai won't just kill us on the spot?”

“She needs us.” I frown. “That portal I created was premeditated; your talk to Anon, failing two times and only understanding it now—premeditated. Everything we've done, accomplished, even this sigil of death I'm planting on the man, was perhaps premeditated and serves a purpose in achieving her goals.” She rotates her hand, the symbol growing and becoming more complex, something akin to a clock surrounding it—instead of numbers, glyphs were being manually added by the magician. “We're playing a game where our only knowledge is that we are playing a game, Meiling. What's coming next? For how long are we staying here? Two more years, four? If everything is premeditated, then even if I'd lay in the ground and refuse to move, that'd still follow Sekai's plans… This cannot continue, Meiling.” She frowned with a profound bitterness without name, and I couldn't help but recall her focused eyes when I went to find her—running in the forest, smiling a little, enjoying exercise; Patchouli Knowledge of all people… Sadness comes with realization, but I chuck it to the bottom of the barrel.

Actions predetermined, an entire year of suffering and watching suffering, building empathy towards the poor man—all that, somehow, would further Sekai's plans; plans beyond those she told us when she brought us to her world…?

Tsc, what a troublesome child; why didn't she just ask for help if she needed it? To live in a world where people are straightforward with their desires—is that asking too much…?

… I'd never have thought of such if Patchy wasn't here.

I let out a sigh as I watched her fiddle with the reverse spell. “You think she'll react to this…?” I point at the almost complete sigil clock, too sophisticated for me to understand anything but its energy—so anxiety-inducing…

Though it makes one wonder: how did she do the normal version in a rush…?

Patchy gives me a slightly confident grin, never losing her focus. “Of course she will react; otherwise—” She reaches the final glyph. “—I'll kill her fathe—”

It was pure instinct.

The HSE's weird ki abruptly aligned, my pupils dilated, and this red-blood of dragons screamed. I moved with every ounce of my speed, and yet it was barely enough, towering over Patchy, two fingers together pointing up—

—Just as a harrowing, pinkish thunderbolt exploded half the ceiling in a rain of ghostly glass, aimed straight at Patchy's head, instead striking my fingertips, flowing as if a dance through my seven chakras and, just as quickly and destructively as its arrival, discharging through my other hand…

… Leaving in its wake a torn, bloodied arm.

>>46318829
Before Aya could hit the floor, Hatate was there to catch her in a rather inelegant fashion. Wrapping her arms around Aya’s chest and back, the two tengu hopped around a bit before they were finally steady. “You’re right on time! We just got everything together a few minutes ago. Didn’t expect you to come in through the window, but hey, it’s your home.”

Aya, with no courtesy left to spare, spoke bluntly. “What are you doing in my house?!”

“Throwing you a baby shower, duh!” Women started to swarm Aya, holding out wrapped and unwrapped gifts like nesting pillows, baby bottles, little baby clothes and all the like. It really didn’t help when Hatate rubbed Aya’s baby bump. Instead of a gentle caress, it felt like she was directly kneading her nerves.

“OWOWOWOWOW THIS ISN’T A GOOD TIME!” The merry mood soundly stifled, all the chipper partygoers turned their attention to the bulging reporter. Taking charge for her subordinate's outburst, Megumu swiftly came over and spoke low.

“Hey, I know your hormones must be raging right now, but everyone here came out tonight for you. Look, I even brought that wolf you like talking to!” Megumu pointed to a slumped Momiji sitting in the kitchen, her white fur contrasted by the dark rings around the darker rings circling her eyes. It wouldn’t be a long shot to guess she was tasked with a lot of manual labor tonight in addition to her normal duties.

Aya would agree any reasonable day, but these weren’t reasonable circumstances. “I know, I’m sorry, but I’m about to-”

Tsukasa interjected, four bottles of sake held between her fingers. “Heeeey~ Why don’t we all calm down and have some fun? Aya, I’ll save this bottle just for you. Let’s get together after you’ve popped!”

“I’m about to pop right-”

Hatate just wouldn’t shut her mouth. “Hey, did you reserve a room at Eientei? I read that the best delivery rooms are only available on request and Eirin delivers the children, live or egg, herself!”

“No, I don’t-”

It was Megumu’s turn to be an annoyance “Aya, you look a little flush. Do you need to lie down?”

Since everyone’s skulls seemed too thick to let her finish a single sentence, Aya grabbed her daitengu’s hand and stuck it under her crotch. The reporter squeezed her legs hard and kept direct eye contact with her boss. Tsukasa and Hatate looked shocked, but they finally shut up. When she was done, Aya prayed Megumu understood how little patience she had left and how much fluid was coming from her groin.

Thank goodness she didn’t miss a beat. “Tsukasa, run hot water and soak whatever towels you can find. Himekaidou, hold Shameimaru and help her lie down. Inubashiri! Start clearing the area! Everyone else: Step away and give her some air!” Megumu herself started shoving aside furniture and making a space for the delivery. With almost practiced precision, the daitengu stacked pillows and blankets until the floor was cushioned enough to lay down her subordinate. With wonderful efficiency, the baby shower was transformed into a make-shift delivery room on Megumu’s order. The only thing it lacked were the wonderful painkillers that would spare Aya from the shock rippling through her entire being and a single medical professional.

“H-Have you done this before?” It was getting harder to think and even harder to speak as Megumu helped Hatate gently move Aya to the floor. Momiji quickly assembled a surface to rest the tengu’s back and joined Hatate in the unfortunate honor of bracing against Aya from behind.

“I’ve practiced and directed this many times. You’ll be safe, I promise.” The daitengu could say anything but ‘yes’. That knowledge did little to calm Aya’s already frayed nerves. “Now, I’m just going to strip your bottoms and check out how far along you are. Let’s see, during first stage, it should be kinda stretched… Oh, that’s… I think that’s the tip. TSUKASA, GET THE TONGS!”

(Part 88)

>>46329035
Aya couldn’t tell which part of this sucked the most. On one hand, her friends, some nice coworkers and her boss were here to support her. On the other hand, Tsukasa was here, her home was full of work rivals she either tolerated or hated, she was going to feel the full, raw pain of delivery thanks to her backdoor blessing keeping her conscious, and her vagina was exposed to everybody in the room. Somebody was going to take a picture, it was inevitable. How quickly she could track down every camera in the room was the real question.

“Megu...mu… Is everything okay?” She couldn’t see past her bloated belly, even with two girls angling her upper body.

“It’s all fine, fine, everything’s fine. You just stay calm and say something when you’re ready to push, okay? Anytime you’re ready is perfectly fine… BRING THE EGG STANDS CLOSER, NOW’S NOT THE TIME TO BE A COWARD!” The daitengu’s honest panic did more to soothe Aya’s nerves than her comforting lies. In short time, she felt something much, much worse. She could really feel her first egg parting her vagina, peeking into air. The pain was indescribable. Try as she might, she couldn’t seem to find the words at the moment in time.

“AAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Enunciation was a skill beyond the reporter’s reach. In response, the daitengu met her gaze, resolve burning in her eyes.

“Alright Aya, just take a deep breath and push when I say so.” Aya let out a cry of anguish. Megumu took that as affirmation. “In…. Out…. In… Out… In… Aaaand, push!”

The reporter focused as much strength as she could possibly muster into her abdomen, flexing her muscles as hard as possible. It just made the pain worse.

“Good job. We’re gonna repeat that again. In… Out…” After two more repetitions of the same routine, Aya felt like her body was going to split in half. How could her body stretch any wider? How much bigger could her egg possibly get? How the hell was she going to pass 3 more of these things?!

One of her questions came when she felt something cold and metal graze her nethers. “Alright, this should be the last push. You ready? In…. Out… In… Out… In… Aaaand PUSH!” The pain reached its apex as the thickest part of her egg slipped out of her body. Just in the corner of her vision, she could see Megumu carefully place the white, slimy thing in a grooved receptacle. “Nobody touch it until the cuticle hardens! Besides, we’ve still got three of them to go.” It was so shiny… and it came right from her.

Megumu looked back to her subordinate with a beaming smile. “Well, Aya, you just delivered your firstborn child! How about that? We’ll get you a little drink and let you rest a bit before continuing, okay?”

Aya couldn’t believe she had the strength to respond anymore, but made her best effort. “That sounds okaaaahh- AAAAAAAAH!” Her conversation was cut short as a familiar pain seared through her loins, opening her canal faster than the first time.

Visible panic canvassed Tsukasa’s face as she saw the source of the tengu’s plight. “Iizunamaru-sama, I don’t think there’s time for a break!”

Megumu took her place once more, a hint of concern beading in her eyes. “Okay, we got through this before. Let’s just take it slow, okay? In… Out… In… Ou—AH! Already?!” A bit frantically, Megumu retrieved the second egg from Aya’s birth canal and placed it in another holder. The reporter didn’t have time to register the laying of her second egg before the third reared its head, eager to join its siblings. Tsukasa brought an egg stand over to receive the egg from Megumu before the fourth and final egg made it’s grand exit, simply shooting out of Aya in one slick motion. The daitengu’s reaction time was on point, stopping the speedy child with a precise and swift grab before completing the quartet of eggs. All four of the pearly-white orbs glistened together, not a scratch on them.

Aya was barely conscious anymore, having just lost a fair portion of her body’s density. Still, her instincts spurred her on. The only motion she could make was to feebly reach towards her eggs. With the utmost care, Megumu lifted the first egg towards its mother for her to hold.

Gently, Aya grabbed her child. Even hidden behind her shell, Aya wanted to hold her daughter as close as possible and never let go. The tengu held the egg at her bosom. A sense of relief washed over her, sending the tengu to sleep with her precious children.

(Part 89)

Aya's pregnancy is finally over! Now she's no longer waylaid by pregnancy hormones or the weight of carrying 4 eggs inside her anymore, just the consequences of her actions,a backdoor and the responsibility of keeping her eggs safe. Maybe now she can finally catch a break!
"Tsukasa visits Anon" is definitely taking place after Aya laid her eggs.

>>46328168
Fuck, hope Meiling being a spirit helps with her injury. But man, Patchy doesn't hesitate to play with the lives of others.

>>46329036
Congratulations on the children Aya.

>>46329036
>>46329035
congrats on the safe delivery, Ayaya! Fucking kids became machine guns by the end, but that's expected from Gensokyo's fastest reporter, I-I suppose! Kek, I always enjoy the trope of 'no one can see that the very clearly woman going in labor is, in fact, going into labor', makes me giggle like a retard~
thanks for the chapters to start well the morning!
>>46329047
>just the consequences of her actions,a backdoor and the responsibility of keeping her eggs safe. Maybe now she can finally catch a break!
heh, Gensokyo doesn't wait, nor do the fireballs to the face, letters of suicide and terrorism~

>>46329036
>Tsukasa realizing that this pain is gonna be her in a few months and suddenly regretting her impulsive decision making

>>46329637
Meiling ki rehab! She should be fine post merging back with the rest of herself, till then however she very well could be a chinese variant of a certain pink oni for the rest of her time there.

>>46328168
This is why we don't call Patchy human. Even though she's vertically indistinct from a hobgoblin, Marisa would never do this.

>>46331153
But patchy gets results anon, she's the one with remi's library not marisa.

>>46331153
Yeah, at least Marisa knew Anon before she put her hands on him, and here Patchy is feeling a man up without his knowledge. For shame.

>>46328168
Having recovered from my anaemia-induced coma, I'm very happy to see how you've taken care of Patchouli and Meiling. You've kept Patchouli to more or less exactly the way I see her; The speech about how they're stuck in a game felt very true to how I imagined her character in the early Patchouli (and Meiling) posts, and it was the same thing I'd have had her do too
I think that the only thing that's not necessarily the way I would have done it (and please don't think I'm asking you to change it or anything since I'm long since out of the loop on the whole project) is Meiling's forms of address. In my mind, they follow ironclad rules. She will always say Lady Patchouli (and Miss Sakuya).
So...I don't really have a point here. It's not like you need my approval (if such a thing was even worth anything), but I just wanted to tell you that you're doing a good job.

>>46331282
Holy shit patchyanon lives.

>>46331282
holy shit, you're actually alive! Good seeing you around, and very glad you enjoy my portrayal of Patchy and the Hong!
Understandable about the nomenclature, it was a conscious choice to shorten them and remove the prefixes to reflect their one year spent together in the shrine with nothing but themselves for company: approximating them and enforcing the status of Body and Mind I wanted to achieve with them, as without the tittles it's just them by themselves and Sekai, the Soul, no outside influence; hierarchical structure and such. For the non-bullshit answer, it's the word count. I'll never recover after fumbling with Chen and having her call Anon 'Mr. Anon', worst mistake of my life...
>I just wanted to tell you that you're doing a good job.
such words are immensely appreciated; it takes merely that to make a writer's day. Thanks a lot~!

>>46328168
—
It happened in the span of a blink.

One moment nothing, next there's a terrible buzz resounding in my ears, fine cascades of blood exuding from the twin orifices; a massive hole in the ceiling exposes the cloudy sky of a winter day and Meiling stands in front of me, an arm outstretched towards the now non-existent back of the fake shrine, fuming in a pale blue, shards of infinitely refracting glass on fire making out the edges of the destroyed wood and fabric. Everything falls into place as my hands rise, sigils pressed against my ears to heal only the superficial wounds caused by whatever happened: Sekai made her movement.

Meiling huffs and puffs, her arm stiff and eyes forward, gawking at the damage of Sekai's attack: not only the entire back of the shrine was erased, but part of the forest was also; accumulated snow melted away into clouds of vapor and the grass burned down. One attack, in a tenth of a second…

“Don't move.” I say as the overwhelming weight of the situation begins to settle, but I do not panic. The guardian watches as I grab her scarred arm, viridian sigils of superficial healing grouping around my fingertips to heal the fresh, root-pattern marking extending throughout all the arm to the shoulder, blood spurting from eruptions: lightning. “What happened?”

“A thunderbolt, aimed for you… I deflected it, b-but the kid is strong, damn—not even born and already capable of producing something like that?” She frowns, likely from the glacial feeling of the restorative magic mending skin and muscle. Sekai heard everything we talked about, but likely not my inner thoughts, meaning the barriers worked to a degree… “You don't look affected, huh?”

I cannot tell her. My thoughts are my only safe place… probably.

Killing Anon is a facade; the reversed spell by itself was unnecessarily complicated to a complete manual cast just so I could have something to use against Sekai: or she kills us before I complete the spell and her father dies—highly implausible, as it's unlikely she'd have kept us around if we had no utility—or she takes us to her world and talks with us. Killing the man would've stripped us of our only bargain chip, as Sekai cannot interact directly with this plane… I doubt I’d live after doing so, but keeping this facade is how we win. It's hard to say if all from now on is predetermined or, by attacking me, she's revealed not having integral control of Remilia's fate… Either way, it doesn't change the two alternatives on the table.

I look at Meiling's arm, not entirely healed but useful again; the guardian is staring at me with an utter calmness that speaks of many battles. “The spell is missing only one glyph. If I have ten more seconds, it can be completed…” I deflect the subject, turning my eyes towards Anon—

—who's frozen in time… No, not really. It's slowed down time to an impossible degree, his and Yukari's mouths in the process of moving, their chests swelling with breathing still. Sekai has slowed down time rather than stopping it—why…?

A yell—my name…?—; gravity then shifts, two strong arms encapsulate me, blood-crimson hair flows in the edges of my vision, an incomprehensible blur…

I'm looking at the fake shrine lying on the snow by the pond.

A single moment of silence follows…

Then, a pink firestorm consumes the shrine, barely missing carbonizing me and Meiling—everything happening in less than a second. The shrine is burned to the ground by the intense, flaring pink—why pink…?—lifting thick curtains of snow vapor and a horrid sizzling noise. The fire swiftly engulfs everything in its path as it burns through the forest, leaving behind shattered fragments of phantasm glass and a desolate scene.

If Meiling wasn't here, I'd be dead twice over.

She releases me, calibrating her breathing with a martial technique as she gets up, looking over at the destroyed shrine—the man and Yukari are alive and well, unaware in the physical world of all this… Also of the golden pillar around them, transparent in nature and ever so shifting in runes and words unknown to me… No, not entirely unknown: the ancestral language of the Animal Realm and their Old Magic, barely recognizable and vastly sophisticated. A protection barrier, its complexity beyond my current understanding in impossible levels…

Meiling turns to me, those green eyes broad, confused, and tense, almost fearful for what's to come, yet her body remains ready to move at any smidgen of danger, ironclad like a fortress. “What do we do…? S-She's really trying to ki—”

“She isn't.” The reaction is immediate; her eyes loaded with incredulity. I dust my clothes away, ignoring for now the blood drying up on my hair in exchange for staring at the sky; hopefully, staring back at Sekai. “With these attacks, you've only proven you need us, Sekai. If you don’t take in our demands, I'll merely keep trying to murder your poor father—and, eventually, I'll succeed! Stop this at once and hear us… The choice is yours, child.”

>Aya finally gave birth to those damned eggs
>OG Patchyanon came back with the milk
Am I dreaming? Next thing you'll tell me is that Rikakotene anon didn't forsake us & is finally returning from his hiatus

>>46335429
We're almost there. It's the last lap. Just two more weeks. A little more to go. Soon. The light is at the end of the tunnel. The end is fast approaching. The prophesy is almost fulfilled.

“OOOH! Try and see if she can make Stawberries!” Yuki requested.

…

“Awwwwwwwwww… nope, doesn’t look like she can make those either.”

It’s been a hot minute since that kerfuffle back at Alice’s House, hasn’t it folks? Yup. That day sure led to a lot of interesting developments. But we’ve only really ever seen how Marisa and Friends have been. I think it’s perhaps about time we check on the B-team’s status. They’ve spent so much time in this unfamiliar place, far far away from home. Which only begs the question: What have these stooges gotten upto in their spare time?

We enter the scene at what appears to be a Makainian-themed 26 hole Mini-Golf Course. This, alongside several other locals in Wonderland, would make for a really awesome tourist attraction if Makai didn’t close its tourist agency many decades ago. Thanks shrine maidens, magicians and a genocidal maniac! Our players are The Wheel Demon, Yuki, Lemontene, Sara & Louise. They were playing relatively normally up until hole 18, when some suddenly got a cheeky idea. “If Lemontene can make Lemon, then can she make other fruits and vegetables?” This idea sort of worked, as they were able to make some of their requested fruits come out. But it seems they haven’t noticed that all the ones that worked are also from the citrus family of fruit - the family the lemon resides in.

“You see it too, Lou?” Sara the Almighty Gate Keeper asked her right hand (wo)man, Louise the Adventurous Spelunker.

“Oh Sara, you know I’m one of those people who always keep their eyes closed most of the time. I often can’t see anything!” Louise pouted, shrugging.

“...Right. Well might as well bring it up now that we’re on this topic, has anything about that Lemonfairy seemed off to you too?”

“...What about it? I don’t see anything more out of the ordinary about her then I do some of our regular Pandæmonium residents. Did she do something naughty that I didn’t hear about?”

“Oh no no, not anything like that. It’s just… a fairy from Gensokyo who specializes in Lemon? I swear Lemons have always been a Makai-exclusive delicacy, or at least ungodly rare enough everywhere else that it’s basically impossible to find one fresh. How on earth did anybody get their hands on one of those back in ‘sokyo? Let alone somehow achieve enough of them that forces of nature like fairies can ride its coattails? There’s somethin’ strange afoot but I’m not sure if it’s a mystery even worth pursuing.”

This theory made Louise laugh out loud, shocking Sara. “Did I say something stupid?” She asked her family member with the cool hat.

“Oh no no!” Louise said. “It’s just that I think I remember what you’re talking about now! It was a while ago, but do you remember that one time Ms. Yuyuko and Lady Shinki went out-”

>>46335776
“Please, no more… I’m *hurk* not sure how much more my tummy can take.”

“WHEEL DEMON SAYS NOW TRY AND MAKE A CANTALOUPE! DEFIANCE WILL LEAD TO SEVERE CONSEQUENCES LIKE BEHEADINGS & BEING FORCE FED 17 POUNDS OF CONCRETE” The titular demon of wheels spouted. Lemontene by this point was now hunching over & rapidly panting in a sweat. Turns out trying to generate new fruits you either don’t properly know or cannot produce takes a lot out of someone.

“Alright, that’s enough tomfoolery out of you three!” Sara said, abruptly exiting out of her own conversation that she started to stop the two jokesters before they made the abnormal fairy collapse under her own weight & explode from overworking. “I think we’ve taken a good enough break for now. Let’s finish up this game before it gets too dark outside to even see our balls.”

After everyone got back into place, the intense game of golflife began once again. The next hole in the course was quite the interesting one. It lead into an organic mountainside cave! Even outside the context of the average golf game, it’d be a baller hangout spot to kill for! Basically anybody would want to have something like this nearby their house.

“I’ll go first!” Exclaimed Lemontene. For any average player, this hole would be a tricky one. But this lemon spirit isn’t just any average player, She’s the world’s best cricket player baby! With a great swing of her club, the pink ball went blazingly quick through the Makai bentgrass.

It wasn’t a hole-in-one, but it sure was dangerously close to being one! With a light tap, the ball went into the hole. Yahoo! It was an Eagle! The fairy was still in the pointlead! In fact, she finished so quickly that she had enough time to go backwards & take a nice gander at all the awesome decorations and flair she missed inside the cave while waiting for everyone else to catch up. Like this one group of caveman-esce molds depicting odd figures in history! It had a pirate, a chief, a raceman, a doctor…

…

A doctor, eh? Like a scientist? ‘Tene knew one of those once…

It’s been so… long since ‘Tene properly thought about Rikako. Or about her fairy friends Cheery, Tipsy and Kyuu. About that time their Lemonade stand got berated by Yukari’s Fox Survant. Or Team 9, Or the funny moments with Kiene in the restaurant…

Before the blond fairy could even notice she’d been idling too long, her trance was broken as Sara tapped on her shoulder. “Heya kid, what’s the issue? You’ve been staring at nothing but those decorations for nearly 3 minutes. You want to take a picture with them or something of the like?” she asked.

>>46335776
>>46335784
Lemontene turned to face the dollar store non-chinese gatekeeper, fiddling with her hands. “Not at all. I was actually wondering… uh… How long have we been staying here?”

Sara scratched her head. Clearly, math was not a strongsuit. “I haven’t been keeping track personally, but I’d give a rough estimate of about a month or two. How comes you’re askin’ me this? What, do you wanna go back home or something?”

Lemontene, of course, aggressively nodded her head. 2 WHOLE MONTHS?!? Oh nonononono NO! How did she let herself get off track so easily? Bad things are happening to the place & people she called home! Why are both her & the rest of the gang just over here doing nothing other than louse around all day? Are her friends okay? Did Team 9 finally patch things up, band back together & find out where Cirno had gone? And Rikako! Lemontene never really had much experience with the whole “Times Out” or “Grounded” idea (it was always more of a thing for the human village children) but what little she DID go through was horrible. Quite possibly the most grueling half-hour of her life, and Rikako’s been going through that for several months? I mean their last interaction during that failed party steakout really hurt her personally, but…

“Hey, calm down little one.” Louise whispered, consoling the panicked Fairy with an arm on the shoulder. “I know it can be a bit nerve-racking, but it’s for everyone’s greater good. Gensokyo isn’t safe for people like you anymore! But just give it a little more time & I’m sure Lady Shinki and friends will eventually deconstruct Yukari & Friends' evil scheme! When that happens, you guys are welcome back there with mouths foaming out of joy & open arms.”

“...Except for that Rikako Asakura chick. I heard that apparently she’ll need to wait like 8 years before she can even begin to apply for things like probation or community service. Kek what a bitch” Sara chimed in.

Louise chuckled at Sara’s unusual commentary before continuing her counseling. “..Besides, Makai is one of the best possible places to be! Come on, These next couple holes have really cool animal-themed hazards. You're gonna love them, Tenelemon!”

But, surprise surprise, Lemontene wouldn’t love them. The rest of the game went by and they all began their trip back home to Pandæmonium’s mansion. Not once did any of them see so much as a smile emerge from the lemon fairy again for the rest of the night.

>>46335429
>>46335792

Okay so it being 2 months was supposed to be a exaggerated thing for in-universe drama purposes but, as I write this on the toilet, I realize that it has actually been 2 irl months since they've done anything in the narrative Jesus H. Christ where did the time go
With that being said, obvious apologies for any mistakes in grammar/formatting or narrative or anything. I'm kinda rusty now

>>46335792
Damn, Makai has compulsory community service? The system really was designed by Satan...
Nice to see you back

>>46273129
Akyuu leans in closer. The flower in her hair still looks fresh. I wonder if they have gardens in the afterlife? “Well, if you say so. But that brings us to the bigger problem”

“You’re really in deep with that brothel, aren’t you?” A few years ago I would have never expected these words coming out of her mouth. They’re so ridiculous coming from someone I saw as so refined. But now they stab me deeply.

“I only wanted to help” I admit, taking a swig from my sake to dull the guilt I felt. “When I saw Reimu was acting more like her old self. I just had to poke my nose into things. I got involved and thought that I could just let others deal with the danger. But Yukari knows about all of us. She knows I have a family, and she has so many allies on her side. If she wanted it would be easy for her to-” Horrible visions flash through my mind, and I find myself unable to describe them to her.

I feel a reassuring hand on my shoulder. Even a hand as dainty as hers seemed full of comforting strength at the moment. “I don’t blame you for getting involved. A friend of yours became a wh-” Akyuu cuts herself off in time “-Had an interesting change in profession, the youkai presence in the village increases dramatically and it seems like a blind eye is being turned towards it. Nobody seemed to do anything about it so you just had to investigate yourself, didn’t you?”

“Yeah” I said “I thought it was just going to be some mystery, like in the stories you used to write. I just wanted some answers to what was going on. But the deeper I got into it, the more I realized I was making a mistake. I didn’t even do anything to help. All I did was paint a target on my family's back. I should have known my place and strayed out of it”


Akyuu remains silent for a good while, staring contemplatively into her sake cup. I almost think she’s done talking until she speaks up again.

“Tell me, if Yukari gets her way what do you think is going to happen?”

“I don’t know, I don’t even know what her goal is, it doesn’t make any sense! Why go after Anon, why take advantage of Hana,”


“This isn’t a detective story, you’re not going to get all the answers tied up in a neat little bow” Akyuu huffs as she points a finger towards me “But you already know plenty. Don’t worry about her motive, just think about what she’s done and what she might do if she gets away with it”

I really didn’t know anything, all the pieces of information I scrapped together floated hazily in my mind, a puzzle with missing pieces. Yukari captured Anon and forced him into prostitution. He was the only worker there. She had exploited his daughter in awful ways. Was this an attempt to force the Hakurei family under her control? Maybe but-I forced the whys out of my head. Trying to find out the whys for someone like her would just lead to headaches. That place she trapped Anon in had some very powerful magic as far as I could tell. It was like she was expecting the whole world to batter down the doors. She’d allied herself with some powerful figures. It was strange for someone as reclusive as her-I could count the amount of times I’ve seen her over the years on both hands- and getting all of them to work together would have required careful maneuvering to get them in line.

It was overkill to just imprison one man, I had seen seals on Youma books that had less effort put in, and those could kill you if mishandled. Something was off, but was much as I racked my brain for an answer, it never came.

“Focus, don’t try to struggle with what her goal is. Think. If she’s victorious, what do you think she’s going to do?” Akyuu’s hand was still firmly on my shoulder.

I ran a hand through my hair, the jingling of the bells echoing through the void. Yukari had put too much effort into this to be a lark or a money making scheme. She had sexually abused Anon and Hana, and was willing to confront us directly to keep her control even if it meant possibly fighting multiple opponents at once. She’d crush anyone that got in her way. But if Anon really did have all those children then that meant-

“We would all be loose ends”

(31)

>>46336749
“All I know is that she wants to keep control of Anon and Hana” Akyuu nods as I speak. “She’s put too much effort into all of this to let anything get in her way. Not just anyone that directly opposes her, but anyone that would threaten her long term plan, whatever it is. Keine, Mokou, Aki and Mochi, and all the rest. We’d be variables she wouldn’t want to deal with”

“Yes. Having so many claims on the Hakurei linage would be troublesome in the first place, but with how she’s acting, I doubt her solution to the issue would be measured in any way. Honestly, you became a target the moment you joined Keine’s side” I’m not sure if Akyuu thought that was reassuring or not, so I slumped over the counter with a groan. “I’ve known Yukari. She’d been guiding how the Chronicles should be written for a long time. She might be incomprehensible, but I always knew she was dangerous if she wanted to be. But to think she’s abandoned her duty like this..”

“But that’s not the point! I’m not the same stupid little girl you once knew! I know how the world works now, I have a family to take care of! I’ve been keeping them in the dark about what Gensokyo is, and they’re in danger without even knowing why! I’m not like Marisa or Yuuka or Sanae, I can’t defend them. I’ve never even thrown a punch in my life! I’m useless here!”

Akyuu looks off into the distance before she sighs and turns back towards me. “Geez, you still don’t get it, do you?”

“Excuse me?” I blink back.

“You need to stop hiding your head in the sand. It might be dangerous and you might not be able to do much, but you you really live with yourself if you just sat back and let everyone else take all the risk with what’s at stake?”

I wince. Her ability to cut right to the bone hadn’t dulled in all these years.

“I write the Gensokyo Chronicles to record history and so people can understand this world, despite all the changes I have to make. I write about the most important figures, but that’s not what life is about” I stare at her, wondering where this is going “Gensokyo is more then a handful of powerful figures causing the occasional incident. It’s made up of thousands of people, human and otherwise just trying to live their lives in the way they want. Nobody is going to record their stories, but they’re far from meaningless. Being able to live freely, to be able to fall in love, to experience the peaks and valleys of living is far more important then you realize”

“It’s true that I don’t know what she’s planning, but I know she’s making a big move and she’s not going to let go. All these simple uneventful lives of the ordinary person? That’s whats at stake” It starts to sink in for me, and the pit in my stomach returns with a vengeance. “They might never know it, but they’d be under her heel for as long as they live. She’s overstepped her boundaries and all those who can’t resist her will suffer for it”

“Daisuke...Fumiko..” I mutter out.

“Your children, their children, their friends and the lives of everyone else. They might live and die without knowing it, but they might have their lives controlled by a single deranged woman. All those who are a threat would be eliminated” I think back to all the new mothers out there and shudder at what would happen to them.

“But what can I do? I know what’s at stake but I’m too powerless to do anything about it” I moped.

“That I can’t answer for you” Akyuu says with a slight shrug, as if she knew how useless her advice was. “You might not be strong, but don’t need to. As long as you can live with yourself after all is said is done, then you’ve done enough”

“I..” I gulp, freeing the tension in my throat. “When I die, I want to meet the Yama with my head held high, knowing I did what I thought was right, that my children, and all future generations will be able to live the way they desire. For now, that's all I want"

Akyuu smiles, her cheerfulness a beacon in this fog “Just remember, I’ll be reborn in the world you help shape, so make sure it’s a good one, okay?”

“Okay!” I say back. The fog gets thicker and thicker, clouding my vision. I feel my body getting number and number until it all just stops, and my senses return to me, like a lantern being switched on again.

I open my eyes. My husband is beside me, his arm wrapped around my body. The morning glow assaults my eyes as I get readjusted to the light. I push Kato’s arm out of the way and sit down, working out all the in my body. As I do so, I notice the aching in my heart is gone. I know what to do next.

(32)

>>46336763
And thus Kosuzu readies for war, and might very well drag Keine and Mokou and Co directly into yukari's warpath. Quite frankly, the lot should have been dragged into the main conflict a while ago, because this is straight up a war of the sages and everyone relevant at this point.

>>46336749
>>46336763
eeyyy, great waking up to Suzu chapters~
so Akyuu managed to straighten her a little after the fuckton of stress and fear of death Suzu had to endure the party and in Keine's revolution; getting the Suzu back in action!
Delightful portrayal of Akyuu too, straightforward but kind are always a combination for the ages~
Nice seeing that!
>I know what to do next.
go, go, Suzu!

>>46336805
Keine and Mokou didn't really have much connection with the main conflict beside Keine getting straighten by Anon with his words of hope before then; they were too busy too with getting their own lives on the line, the revolution and such -- though after Yukari and Seiga confronted Mokou and with what I've planned for the latter, they could or couldn't appear in the Solstice
If the Suzu got the team together, explained the situation and asked for their help, the trio would no doubt be by her side; and I could easily find them a role in the Solstice: Keine would default to securing the village, Mystia likely getting with the Grassroots to get civilians out of the path of the battle and Mokou personally defending the Suzu (though Suzuanon said the Suzu wouldn't be in the fight, it's likely she'll at least be in the Winter Festival before the fight breaks out.)

>>46335429
>>46335776
What the fuck sorcery is this thread

>>46338670
patchyanon's just back to sell the furniture and disappear again, don't trust him

>>46338084
>Keine and Mokou didn't really have much connection with the main conflict
Until Hana makes move to molest her old teacher

>>46340869
>likely her first teacher and praised her when she had good grades, was kind to Hana and would often walk her back to the shrine in her infancy; mother of two of her half-siblings; half human, half youkai -- has the best of both worlds
the incest fetish would go crazy...
but Hana is a good girl, she'd never molest her teacher without a good excuse!

>Aya finally gave birth to those damned eggs
>OG Patchyanon breifly came back with the milk
>Rikakotene guy came back
okay, what's next? Place your bets.

>>46341000
the reveal of what Okina did to those war captive fairies during the Fairy Wars

>>46342386
beautiful asses, 'Ana, Hong. Bodacious, even. Very nice.

>>46342386
>There is a very real chance one of the HSE writers ITT also wrote everything in that cursed Meiling thread
What a horrific concept

>>46346895
The worst part is the guy that wrote explicitly said he had to write for another thread...
His writing style is very familiar.

>>46346895
pretty sure it was Rikakoanon
>the same separation using "..."
>this >>46286778
>similar writing style
could be wrong, could be not; but whoever did it knows well how to write horrors beyond my comprehension, that's for fucking sure.

>>46346895
Hey, don't look at me, I've been busy,

>>46333435
—
Naturally, you rarely get a response when you speak to the skies.

“Hm, a child will be a child, no matter what.” Patchy looks at the golden pillar that surrounds the nearly motionless ‘couple’ and snorts sourly. “She’s put distance and a formidable barrier between us and her parents—we need to breach both.” Something inside jingles, a tension I try to subside. Lady Patchouli is smart, and she's right about Sekai not killing us yet… Still, it's hard to gulp down the notion we're fighting a god without Spellcard Rules—if I'm not seeing this wrong, Sekai must be capable of using Flandre's destruction, so she could've killed us at any point—; The magician must've noticed my trepidation, quickly glancing at my arm. “Don't let her get to your mind—prepare thyself; I'll need you in high spirits to protect me, for without you this endeavor is undoubtedly impossible.” Without an inkling of fear behind those tenacious eyes, she starts to float, flashing colors engulfing her like a cloak of aurora borealis.

… I breathe in, then out, caressing the burnt flesh of my arm, readying myself for what's to come—Lady Patchouli is trusting me.

God or not, Sekai is in the way.

As sigils of various hues and eras of the past started to emerge, Patchy floated towards the shrine, her eyes narrowing as many magical protective layers swirled and shone with absolute power—

—I moved, now ready compared to the first time and with an arm coated in ki, punched the pink thunder back to the skies… My trembling arm, gladly, not all bloodied now. All protective spells around Patchy had been evaporated in a split second. She barely seemed surprised. “Did that save you time?” She asked, the distance between us and the destroyed shrine increasing as we got closer—Sakuya's power. Patchy's floating turned into a dash, with me close behind.

“A tenth of a second; more than enough.” It was impossible to say that without a smirk, Patchy humming as our speed increased, same for the distance.

“Hm, parlour trick.” She scoffed, looking away from me. “… Be ready.”

She didn't even need to say so.

Suddenly a portal opens in front of us and we dive inside, now on the porch of the destroyed shrine, Patchy's hair maddeningly flowing as she reached forward—robust magical defenses popping from words muttered under her breath—and gently touched the auric pillar, as if made of cotton—

—The next instant, I blow up my kime and expand it all around us, thunderbolts colliding with the dome of pure energy and getting deflected, the surrounding area vibrating in the mix of electricity and kime. But it didn't stop. Thunderbolt after thunderbolt fell on us like the fury of Jupiter, draining my spiritual energy like an open hose, teeth bared, head spinning, eyes rapidly getting bloodshot. “HOW MUCH LONGER?!” I shout, hands together, keeping the dome standing—veins ruptured on my forehead, blood seeped into my eyelashes and brows, eyes on Patchy enacting magic I couldn't even begin hoping to understand. Yukari and Anon remained blissfully unaware.

“Made the transcript!” She retorted after five excruciating seconds, getting away from the pillar and floating onto me—a portal taking us back to where we were in front of the pond. I land face first on the carbonized grass, huffing as if I were once again that newcomer in the dojo so many moons ago. “Are you okay?” She asks, not looking at me, much more focused on opening her hands: hundreds of what seem to be massive translucent scrolls unfolding into what feels no short of an odyssey. I mutter an 'okay' as I get up, scrubbing blood off my eyes. “I already understand Old Magic so it shouldn’t be too challenging to decipher that barrier… It’ll be the easy part, I suppose.” My eyes were already on the pond when she herself turned to see: A mass of scarlet fire wafted to the skies, similar to the pillar of gold but impossible to look inside…

Until it opened and, menacingly, two figures cloaked in scarlet fire left it, the pillar fading as their feet touched the water, evaporating what little had remained. Their smoldering forms rapidly and grotesquely change: crystal wings, bat wings, a maid uniform skirt, succubi wings…

Moments later, the fire vanished to reveal two copies of us, their eyes like Sekai's: infinite auroras. Patchy huffed, eyes narrowing. “… Five kilos above. I'm not that fat, child.” She mumbled.

I wasn't amused. “Stay back, Lady Patchouli!” I reached for a spell card, taking my spot in front of the sorcerer like the guard I am—

—She huffed and before I could stop her, she was by my side. “Fool, you think 'tis my first time deciphering an ancient language amidst combat?” Above the sigils of knowledge, frozen sigils birthed blood-curling ice spikes the size of horses. “Think twice, because I'll fight too.”

Fighting side by side with the lady…?

I almost laughed in incredulity. Almost. The massive boulder barreling towards us stopped that… Guess Sekai isn't fond of Danmaku, huh?

Fine by me.

>>46347102
more tonight~

>>46347102
Oh hell yeah more Patchy & Hong stuff!
Probably one of the more interesting storylines currently going since they're the only ones who have contact with the forbidden one. Wonder how the rest of the SDM will react once they get out.

>>46346933
>>46346952
>familiar writing style
I've seen this example used before on other boards and I still don't really know what it means cause aren't all virtual writing styles the same? There are at least 20 different IPs in this thread and I can't sense any differences between their posts.

>>46347229
The writing of the stories themselves, not the individual posts. that's just too much autism

>>46347229
people write stories very differently
if you genuinely can't tell the difference between the writing styles of the different story posts in this thread or in other threads, you might be retarded

>>46347229
People, type, write, and draw differently depending on a number of factors which make all of those things pretty distinct per person.
For IPs, I kept count and we usually have around 60~ at the lowest to 80~ at the highest.
Although now that IPs aren't tracked I have no more way of keeping count.

>>46347182
Honestly I enjoy the "Patchy and Hong trying to speedrun the extra stage before shit gets really bad" stories as well.

>>46347102
—
It'd take a fireball, maybe something stronger like an iron fortress sigil—destroying the titanic boulder would've been easy with magic… Yet Meiling pulls her arm back, stands proud, and, with a step forward, pistons her flattened hand to meet the imposing rock, immediately inverting its inertia and exploding the massive thing into crumbling dust, the debris flying towards our doppelgängers. Always a marvel, her displays of physical might. Not that it mattered, Meilings's copy—Fakeling, yes—brushing the debris aside as if it were easy as throwing it and meeting Meiling in hand-to-hand combat, punts that cracked the earth beneath exchanged in speeds that got me narrowing my eyes, the very air swirling and shifting with their martial yells.

Around us, thunders of pink fell on random spots, the desolate and burning land a mirror of apocalypse.

Ice spikes flew like missiles towards Fakeling, who sent Meiling flying away with cataclysmic punches, jumped into the air and just… kicked the spikes as if soccer balls, sending the crushed ice barreling towards me, which melted as they were intercepted by missiles of pure lava. Amidst the risen vapor of the encounter between magma and ice, Meiling was already on top of the imitator, punching the soil where she stood and cracking it as if earthquake, Fakeling moving and countering, as if reading Meiling's mind… So Flandre's power of diving herself plus mind-reading? Rather than mulling over the powers behind the puppets, I muttered words of fortress—of the Tower of Babylon before its fall—hands held out to the sky as eyes read the encrypted tomes of light that surrounded me—

—just as meteors of pink showered over Meiling and her imitator, a mighty shield protecting her from the falling rocks, the imitator backing off to dodge. Fakechouli watched me from across the field, the two bloodied martial arts between us—mere seconds of battle, a bloodbath.

First contact brought lots of info; that's good. It's a shame I cannot connect mine and Meiling's thoughts to converse; it's likely Sekai'd use it to carve a way into my mind—if she hasn't done it yet… All this show screams no. I look to my translucent tomes, narrowing my eyes; understanding magic is an endeavor I could perform in my sleep, and with prior knowledge, things aren't too hard—almost as if Sekai didn't care about the complexity of the barrier, rather its size. It's massive, in physical and magical form. A trap, possibly? No. Something we haven't noticed, then.

We cannot fight forever and Meiling is just one person; if she's overpowered, I stand no chance against the two copies.

This cannot go on for long…

Sekai's just burning time? Tiring us out? Why? She’s a goddess; she could restrain—allegedly—or kill us at any time…

… Realization comes as striking as Fakeling punching Meiling, the sizzling of magma missiles coming towards the gatekeeper alarming me and prompting an almost reflexive response, dozens of ice missiles materializing and meeting the lava ones head on, a cloud of white vapor expanding and covering the entire area, moved and twisted like a blanket by the sheer power of the two martial artists… Yet, for a mere moment, it blinded me—

—enough time for chains of light to pop out of the mist, Meiling's senses exploding as her eyes turned to me. Teeth bared, I propelled my hand forward and the transcription of the golden pillar away from the chains—some of it caught in my late reaction, ethereal fire burning away a few million words—a vast sigil spawning, purplish in its coloration. “ROT!” I yell, a mystic orchid of black and purple blossoming from the sigil and engulfing the chains, which immediately began dissolving… Mere time-buying, new chains taking space of the dead ones and pursuing me like the beast—teleporting is impossible without preparation…

“Lady Patchouli!” Meiling yells, a punch whisking by her face, leaving a bloodied cut. Wide-eyed and channeling her ki, Meiling grabbed the imitator by the forearm and, simply, hurled her over her head and onto the ground, the pressure of the body meeting soil creating what I can only explain as a geyser of dirt. It didn't kill the monster, but gave Meiling enough time to sprint towards Fakechouli, a Spellcard burning to be used, the magical chains receding as my copy teleported away from Meiling—

—a punch almost caved my face in; I floated backwards, Fakeling following… Suddenly my body splits into two, the one in front of me serving as shield and tanking Fakeling's next attack, skin and flesh dematerializing into thick papyrus, blood of scriptures, a gaze of death, arms of paper latching onto the attacker's arm…

A moment, I was far enough; the next, my paper copy exploded, a suicide bomber. I tsked—knowing the real deal, 'twas barely a scratch…

… Sekai is waiting for something; that’s why time is slowed down and not stopped.

She needs me and Meiling alive when the time comes.

Likely, the timing must be perfect…

But what is that?

>>46348839
>>46347182
glad you enjoy it!
>Wonder how the rest of the SDM will react once they get out.
>"You two did all that stuff... Without ME?!"

>>46349083
Sex with Meiling and Fakechouli

>>46349083
>Sakuya time stop, Flan multiple bodies, Remi fate manipulation and Hong Patchy copies
poor Koa, only one to not be represented here....

>>46350805
She already has KKHTA Koa's power set so I don't think she needs to bother.

>>46286778
Glad to see you back.

>>46341441
She used them to reinforce the membrane of Gensokyo's barrier, she needs sufficient surface tension so that it's prepared for the half-youkai boom.

>>46350805
it's kind of funny that koakuma's the only one not mentioned when she's the only one who was said to be visiting the HSE already prior to Patchouli investigating the place

My irrelevant library assistant who may or may not be a freaky succubi in the sheets CANNOT be this cute!

>>46351221
I've never seen that woman in my life!

>>46336763
>>46336749
forgot to ask yesterday, but does whatever Suzu will do next involve Keine or Mokou? Was about to start (re)writing and wanted to know. If it does indeed involve one or both, I'll hold on and keep writing the Patchy/Meiling chapters. Don't be afraid or shy of saying, though: I adapted your character to my chapters; it's just fair you do the same.

>>46347102
>>46349083
Sekai's fighting seriously. She'd be a huge threat to the world if she doesn't learn how to behave.
>>46361607
Oh, it doesn't involve either of them. They have enough to worry about as it is.

>>46363645
oh, I see. Thanks for the clarification!
>Sekai's fighting seriously. She'd be a huge threat to the world if she doesn't learn how to behave.

(1/2)
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The rumble of scientific triumph encompasses all, from this wood beneath my soles to the highest peak in the Luna Capitale. Virtually alone, I guided it, molded it to my liking—age passed, nothing changed—and am deservedly worthy of the title 'Brain of the Moon'. The things I've done have no comparison and replication is nigh impossible… Yet, it feels so hollow when put against my newest and most profoundly researched and worked-on project. How could I've waited for so long? Thousands upon thousands of years, and never one speck of curiosity to comprehend; to study the Gap?

Ludicrous!

Of course, before Yukari came onto the picture, the phenomenon was that: a phenomenon… Hm, mere excuses.

… Oh, if I could go back in time and track down Yukari when she was a defenseless baby… The sheer quantity of eggs I could harvest; the tests I'd perform without the fear of being torn open by a Gap…

Wishful thinking, of which I rid myself as my office's door opens; Udongein is there, sighing with her ears drooped, tired beyond belief. “You've been overworking, I see.” I note, putting down a clipboard with details I have memorized.

“Ugh, good morning, Eirin-sensei—sorry for this; all the extra hours and the nurses hounding me constantly are draining me…” She slumps onto the empty chair by my desk.

“I assume your lethargy stems from your lack of pregnancy?” She groans, hiding her face in her hands. Delightful development, those simple nurses, the narrative being as follows: Tewi goes to the HSE, 'adopts' Anon Hakurei and his daughter into her family and now all rabbits want to follow their trickster leader. Months go by, and being impregnated is almost becoming a requirement between the rabbits. Those of age who don't achieve it… Well, Udongein is a great example of what going against a herd mentality can achieve in such a closed environment as Eieintei. Hardly any of that matters from a social angle—but from a genetic pool dilution and mutative genome angle?

That's beautiful.

Still, it's good Udongein hasn't succumbed to human genitalia. Hers will be necessary to me, after all. “It's all day, every day: 'Reisen, when are you gonna get a baby?', 'Don't you like wee-wees, Reisen?', 'Reisen, we're concerned about your prospects in life—you're already a hundred years old and haven't thought about starting a family?' Ugh…”

Amusing, indeed. Usable, too—possibly there won't be a need for most particular uses of aphrodisiacs and other unsavory, yet useful, drugs. “Perhaps you should get pregnant, then. The rabbits won't stop until they see a baby bulge.”

“Not you too, Eirin-sensei…” She huffs with a half-hearted laugh. I don't laugh. “For how much they hype that man, I really don't—”

“Sexual intercourse won't be necessary.” Udongein stops with my sudden intermission. A low 'H-huh?' muttered, her ears bopping a little, eyes slightly narrowing. My gaze into her eyes is pure iron. “… I've been hiding a lot from you recently.” Immediately understanding swims inside her pupils, but I continue, not giving her time to think or talk, getting up from my seat. “The secret tests I've been performing in my lab are in direct relation to the pregnancy crisis we've been experiencing, and they aim to better understand the mixing of the human genome and the—in broad terms—Youkai genome… Success hasn't been frequent, not with the speed of experiments and the craze of patients, none staying for too long in place.” I walk around the table and stand behind Udongein, those doe eyes following me with complete dumbfoundness. My hands fall on her shoulders with all the weight of meteors, and she jumps slightly—such is the frightful nature of the rabbit. None of my perfect children will bear that trait. “So, I think we could help each other, Udongein: you'll bear a child through medical means, and I'll study it closely, from the moment of conception to the moment it leaves your womb, and you'll be saved from smug nurses always whispering about your lack of baby; have more frequent pauses; and be less of a victim to Tewi's pranks. A worthy trade-off, don't you think?”

“W-Wait, Eirin-sensei! T-This… I thought you'd called me for tea; what's all this talk about c-conception and babies?!” I glared at her for a prolonged moment of stillness, the moon rabbit squirming in place… Then I walk to my desk, grab a teapot, and serve us two cups of tepid tea. Her mood seems to shrink, for whatever reason, a mumble following. “… Why do you seem to already have everything planned?”

“Because nothing of this is new to me. You've been my main connection with Anon Hakurei since the HSE's inception, Udongein; I notice the developments… You have a kind heart, growing attached to the byproducts—”

“D-Don't call them that! They're just babies…” She sulks, then bows respectfully, apologizing for the rudeness. I brush it aside. “The situation feels so convenient; I feel targeted somehow.” Even more sulking. Tewi's pranks have left a scar…

… Which can be used.

>>46367716
just a small thing since I'm finishing Patchy and Meiling's storyline soon~

>>46367740
>finishing Patchy and Meiling's storyline soon~
This actually reminds me, how many characters are left that need finishing before the solstice can finally start like it was supposed to several threads ago? I'm not trying to rush or anything (cause that's gay) but I've noticed that nearly all the recent entrees ITT have been solely for characters that still need to "wrap it up" per say, which is making me curious if we're getting very close. There was this post earlier (>>46242853) but I don't think it's very accurate

>>46369817
this >>46242853 is a little bulky, though. It's unlikely (not set in stone) these characters will receive any more significant development:
>Son Biten
>Tewi
>Dolly
and these aren't being often updated (like Rikako & Lemontene with a 2-month gap between their chapters. If all other storylines are done but a schedule like this continues, the best way to proceed is just to start the Solstice without them)
>Rikako & Lemontene
>Fairy Wars
Meaning our list of not done yet is more like:
>Hana
>Aya
>Goro & Seija
>(Job Squad) Marisa, Alice, Mima, Yuuka, Shanghai, Kosuzu, Shinki
>Meiling & Patchiouli -- ending them by next thread
>Keine/Mokou -- ending them by next thread, will finish the Blue Moon arc in this one
>Rikako & Lemontene
>Fairy Wars