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K-Kanako-sama, don't you think that is a bit too lewd?

>> No.5602385

Men have the right to go outside with their top naked and not women ? FUCKING SEXIST

>> No.5602399
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>>5602385

>> No.5602403

>>5602385
Men don't have breasts.

>> No.5602401

I like mature, but not oversized breasts.

>> No.5602407

>>5602385

Being a little girl, I wouldnt mind wearing a training bra

>> No.5602424
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>>5602385
It's because women have boobies

>> No.5602440

It shouldn't really matter. Kanako's been fucked by most of the men in the human village.

>> No.5602448
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>>5602403

>> No.5602451

>>5602440
GODS WOULD NEVER ALLOW LOWLY HUMANS TO MATE WITH THEM

>> No.5602467

>>5602451
Good thing we have Sanae

>> No.5602484

>>5602451
But Suwako let herself get fucked raw.

>> No.5602496

>>5602484
She just laid eggs and had men fertilize them. No fucking involved.

>> No.5602502

>>5602496
Don't ask where omelets come from in Gensokyo.

>> No.5602506

>>5602502
Frog eggs aren't the sort of eggs you use for an omelette.

>> No.5602523

>>5602506
Crow eggs from Aya, sparrow eggs from Mystia. Or the self-cooking eggs courtesy of Utsuho.

>> No.5602529

>>5602523
Enjoy your cancer.

>> No.5602533

>>5602496
>he still believes that
laughingwhores.jpg

>> No.5603146

>>5603144

Lifting it ever so gently over the side, she set it on the flat rock and gave it a spin, watching carefully. It turned round and round, hardly slowing as she lifted the next one out. This one, too, spun quite well. Fingers trembling, the last one was set next to its brethren and set in motion. It was over a minute before it stopped.

She stepped out of her perfect construction. Grasping its edge, she lifted it up. Without even so much as a grunt, she pitched it into the nearest lava tube. It shattered against the walls, the curved branches breaking, the grasses coming apart, and the feathers scattering to the wind. A cacophony of sound echoed through the tunnels as the clumps bounced down, stick, straw, and feather alike catching fire as they approached the molten rock. The burning bits were caught in the updraft, sending spiraling wisps of flame up and out of the tube's mouth. It was soon back to an oppressive silence.

She squatted next to the three, spinning each in turn. Even an approaching clatter couldn't break her focus on just how well they spun. Such a wonderful, perfect spin. Then a hand reached down, and stopped each one. One by one, they were lifted up, and placed in the cart. Then she was lifted up, and placed in the cart. As it bounced and jostled on the way to the palace, she settled down, suddenly very tired. She needed sleep.

Dinner wouldn't have sat well with her anyway.

>> No.5603144

It had been a lot of laborious work, but this time, it was perfect. All the branches were curved just right, all the grasses were threaded just so, and the padding of feathers was soft and warm. It would have been hard under ordinary circumstances, but down here, where there were no trees or grass, gathering everything had been an enormous effort. It had barely been finished in time.

The first one was the hardest, the strain so great she had to bite her cloak to keep from crying out. The rest followed quickly, each one landing in the padding, uncracked, safe. Three total, drying quickly in the heat, all large and flawless. Straddling them carefully, she settled down over them.

Soon there would be need for little dresses and little bows, and to teach them how to walk in rows. Meals of corn to cook and pop, with dessert of chocolate from her crop. She scooped one up and hugged it tight, softly humming her delight, but noticed something was not quite right...

>> No.5603185

>>5603146

spinning objects is a sign of autism.

>> No.5603409

>>5603144

>dessert of chocolate from her crop

Aya chocolate puke.

>> No.5603417

>>5603185

So Hina is an autistic god?

>> No.5603443
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>>5603417

at the bottom, in the middle.

Hina confirmed for autism.

>> No.5603835

>>5603185
Battler confirmed for Autist. Umineko is just a dream.

>> No.5603848

>>5603443

Okay, I laughed my ass off at "Innapropriate attachments to objects".

Fuck you.

>> No.5603855

>>5603848

personally I found "may not want to cuddle" funnier

>> No.5604616

>>5603443

That guy is on love with a totem pole.

>> No.5604634

>>5603443
>May not want to cuddle
What?

>> No.5604635
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>>5604616
My waifu is a totem pole. I don't see any problem.

>> No.5604639

>>5603443
Can't tell if the person that made that chart is trolling me hard and trying to make me laugh or is dead serious.

>> No.5604672

What's the big deal? I eat creamsicles with my shirt off all the time. It beats the heat.

>> No.5604684

>>5604639

if you laugh, that's inappropriate laughing or giggling.

>> No.5604706

>>5602424
I never truly understood what the mirror in her chest is supposed to represent.

>> No.5604734

>>5604706
It looks neat.

>> No.5604745

>>5604706

it's so you can admire her tits- if she asks you "are you staring at my boobs?" you can just say "nah, just looking in the mirror."

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>>5604639

>> No.5604847

>>5603443
Sounds like me when I mix regs with DMT

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