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Cosplay threads are not hot, that's what we don't want to see.
So this time, let's start with Musou Kaihou.
Hardmode
http://g.e-hentai.org/g/768449/3a71a50152/
Extramode
http://g.e-hentai.org/g/768709/49b0377bc1/

Well, no lunaticmode.

Youmu Konpaku had a broad education. She’d taken studies at the Konpaku School of Swordsmanship, been to lady Saigyouji’s Cookery Seminary, and was now a postgraduate at the Hakugyokurou Academy of Gardening. The count of things her swords, Roukanken and Hakurouken, youkai-forged, couldn’t cut was only forerun by those which hadn’t passed under her kitchen knives. There was not a fern or flower in the dead-realm she mightn’t name, none she couldn’t nurture into blooming. She was a warrior-servant, the best Konpaku loins had ever produced.

And she was fighting a losing battle with her own face when lady Yuyuko swished into the room. The vague widening of her lavender eyes might have been a trick of the dim lighting, or it might’ve been surprise at the two half-phantoms awaiting her at the table, one in the other’s lap. She moved on, graceful as the Sun-warm winds of the dead-realm, until seated opposite from her fantastic attendants. There was a soft, dignified cough and a faint, endearing smile.

“… Well?” lady Yuyuko said in her silvern voice. “Was there something requiring my attention?”

The older, wiser of the half-phantoms spoke first, his jolly, middle-aged voice rumbling behind and above Youmu’s left ear. “Certainly, certainly, ma’am,” he confirmed. “Yes, indeed. Yet before we rejoice you with these jubilant news… Youmu?

In his lap, the young Youmu Konpaku jolted to attention. She brought forth an obedient smile and plastered it to the front of her face with all the self-possession she could muster, which was not a great deal. The core of the warrior-servant understood the idea; the extremities of her body had their own. The busy, pantiless one underneath her skirt most of all.

Master Youki granted his student a moment’s mercy before prompting, “… Youmu?”

And Youmu, still a trifle jittery, complied, “Yes. Yes, um… thank you, lady Yuyuko, for all your tender care and patronage until now. This Youmu Konpaku is indebted. W—We do, however, have an announcement in regard to my tute

It is, sometimes, to the point to celebrate humanity’s less industrious underside. And here, he thought, on the doorstep of the Hieda household – at the heart of the so-called Human Village – was this notion at its most pointed.

A man in his ripe twenties, clad in no-nonsense Winter hanten and trousers, the messenger had little issue gliding past the attention of servants milling about the estate yard. No one liked a messenger; least liked all were those liable to cut their own work short and dragoon the first retainer to make eye contact into running the final stretch. On nothing but a caprice, he tore off a salute at a nearby worker, to see the man all but duck out of the way. It was a superpower in everything except the name, and no Spellcard duel between Gensokyo’s fireball ladies may diminish the messenger’s pride in his own, secret little spell.

And, as is with most underhanded superpowers, his, too, was a double-edged sword. As a wise man had once been quoted, mis-quoted, and then paraphrased, couriers and runners would always have a use, regardless of when and where, because, “there will always be folks who will pay someone else to do the trivial things they could do themselves, but cannot be arsed to do.” It was this bit of tacit hypocrisy, after all, which allowed messengers like him their little niche in the town in the first place… and then, in an ironic turn, to bully menials from other social strata to step aside.

As long as he looked pregnant enough with responsibility, he could strut inside the noble Hieda household unchallenged by anyone with better things (not) to do.

Which, rather promptly, he did. Gensokyo’s cold season was no laughing matter; the mountainous, inland climate could hang icicles from a man’s brow if it caught him running too hard. Nor was this stranger to the Hieda, who kept the straw, clay and lath walls of their manor heated to cosy coat-off degrees. More inarguably occupied servants passed the messenger by while he plied the pristine halls, as soon to interfere with his work as to pull a

Being that I am a succubus, the situation I find myself in isn't exactly a terribly uncommon one. My entirety, after all, is focused on sex; my existence is predicated upon it. Where should I be found but in the middle of carnal encounters, then? It's only natural that my thick hips lower slowly and my cunt tightens around each inch of cock that I fill myself with. It's barely less common that I run my hand along my stomach, feeling the bulge that travels upwards as I enjoy this wondrous specimen of turgid flesh. It's daily at least that I can be found with a hand upon one of my hanging breasts, plenty enough to hide an average endowment, twisting and flicking a nipple as I sigh in pleasure. None of this is strange. None of this is foreign. There is, however, something that is, here in this scene. And that would be my partner.

The strangest thing about her is not that she's a she, nor that, as a she, her crotch bears an appendage which can make a size-obsessed succubus salivate. The most confounding thing about her also isn't her apparel here in the early afternoon – she seems to favor these purple, ribbon-laden pajamas, no matter the time of day... I tend to guess it's because their flowing nature is meant to obfuscate her somewhat fatty figure. The floating books and implements that surround her, they are to be expected, for few with no magical aptitude ever have a run-in with any demon, even one of lust. No, the queer thing about my partner right now is that her eyes are locked onto those books, not onto me; that she's only undressed herself enough that I can get it in, rather than flinging her garb off with supernaturally induced passion; that her dick bears no honesty and awards me no hint of its pleasure, neither throbbing with the need for release nor forcing her hips to lunge at me with all she can muster. My most recent master, Patchouli Knowledge, is the strangest person I've ever met, as all signs say that she would like it more if only I were nothing but an automated grimoire delivery system.

Thus today, again, I'm trying to tease some greater reaction from her. To get any hint that she has a libido, somewhere, buried under this f

SUBJECT ONE: KOSUZU MOOTORI
SPECIES: HUMAN

“Day one of human cross-species mating analysis. Subjects have been briefed and await further consultation in the lower chambers,” Yumemi spoke in a cold and clinical voice, her words caught in the voice recorder as she paced back and forth in her laboratory, the distant scratching of her assistants pencil against paper being the only other sound in the entire room, “Plan is as follows; supply all three subjects with the means of sexual…”

“Didn’t you say you didn’t want me to be a part of this? You said it was inappropriate given my age?” Chiyuri called out from across the room, the scratching of her pencil ceasing as Yumemi sighed and turned to face her, clicking the button on the recorder as she did so.

“Yes? What about it?” Yumemi asked, a little more frustrated than she normally was. Most of the time, Yumemi found Chiyuri’s more naïve moments to be somewhat endearing and was more than happy to entertain them, yet today, she was somewhat focussed on the operation at hand. Being on the brink of significant scientific advancement, Yumemi desperately wanted to get started. She considered herself to be devoid of any personal motivation to pursue this research, yet the slight tingle in her lower ‘extremities’ betrayed just how far her enthusiasm for the study went. Though naturally, Chiyuri was completely oblivious to the nature of the experiments.

“Surely you should do the whole research recorder in a different room then. Or am I okay to know what you’re going to do, but I’m not allowed to witness?” Chiyuri asked, rising to her feet and propping herself up against the table, “And why can’t I take part?”

“You’ll just have to trust me on this. Now, are you done. Can I get back to making the most significant scientific advancement of our time, or do you want to continue asking questions?” Yumemi asked, causing Chiyuri to silence herself and return to the inane pencil scratching that she occupied herself with. Turning back, Yumemi took a deep breath before clicking the side of the rec

I can't find this game anywhere can somebody help me? https://vndb.org/v10596

Marisa Kirisame, the Ordinary Witch, was kneeling above her client’s naked waist, her skirt hitched up to her belly. A tense, giddy grin busied the bottom half of her face. All the same, Marisa kept it as bright as the stars – for both her client’s benefit and her own – as she reached below to wrap her hand around the boy’s stiff, upright member. The oily salve, which she had poured all over the penis moments before, caused her grip to slip down the thick shaft. There was a sharp intake of breath when the boy’s foreskin was peeled back, and the side of Marisa’s palm bumped into his crotch.

And then, an even sharper one – when she hooked the thumb of her free hand under her panties and tucked them to the side, revealing her bare slit.

Marisa scuffed forward on her knees, stretching herself open, angling her client’s tool at her opening. It was as her warm petals began to slide around his slippery glans that he voiced his creeping doubt.

“Ah. Um… Miss Marisa?”

The Ordinary Witch paused, at once too horny not to feel a tug of annoyance and feeling way too excited to let it show. She grinned down at the flustered boy. “Yeah? What’s up?”

Her young client’s gaze fluttered between her face and the soft, warm place he was about to enter. “Is this… um, really necessary?”

Marisa eyed her client with all the mock exasperation of an herbalist inquired whether nettle soup could sting one’s tongue. All the sixteen or seventeen years of worldliness her client could muster eyed her back. He was a hunk, no mistake; Marisa couldn’t take that away from him. Fieldwork did that to boys. And yet, it would seem the same thing that had so deliciously bulked out his arms and chest had also sapped away at his wits.

The same may not be said of his hard, lubed-up dick… which twitched in her hold, more and more impatient the longer it kept kissing her lower lips without actual insertion. Marisa rubbed its tip up and down along her moist slit as she addressed her hesitant client.

“You—” she began to say. “… What’d you say your name was?”

“Um. Tarou, miss. You’ve asked

Sequel to >>39491

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The Moon is forever.

In the halls and boudoirs of the Lunar Palace, time is a guest seldom entertained. When these walls were willed to be, an aeon in the past, they were much, then, as they are still this day. Marble floors, as white as the Moon’s lifeless sands; unbroken panes of crystalline walls; milk-glass windows peering out on the eternal Capital… which seems, even now, the same it did when I froze its streets and stifled its air to stave off a calamity. Touches of the impermanent: amenities, chairs and beds, dressers and tables, curtains and rugs, may indeed adorn the Palace and its halls; and yet, underneath it all, the pale, virgin stone stands a metaphor for Lord Tsukuyomi’s vision. An eternity abiding. A time riven from time – to be used, to be filled – yet never spent.

And we, who swathe ourselves in its comforts – yet emulate the lifeless stone beneath.

Among these comforts, I, Kishin Sagume, am awakened softly – in a manner unbefitting of my dreams, wherein I held a bawdy conversation with a daemon of the dreamscape. I tense in my beddings, far from wakefulness, the daemon’s complacent smile slowly bleaching out of my rousing sight. My physical body feels nice and warm; and there is a voice, breathing hushed, gentle words into one of my ears – causing that side of my head to tingle.

“… love you,” it is whispering; “love you so, so much, Lady Sagume.”

I stir – and the voice flees my vicinity, as if startled. My eyes flutter in the pastel light of the city pouring in through the bedside window. I gather myself up to a sit, kneading the remnants of the grinning dream-eater out from under my eyelids. At my side, the voice makes its return: firmer now, stronger, and unrelieved by its earlier affection.

… Or had I merely dreamed that part?

“It is dawning, Lady Sagume,” it tells my half-awake self. “Sixth stroke of the rabbits’ clock. As you wrote.”

You may hear it whispered, in some qua

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The foothills of youkai mountain rose in the distance as the white and red lights at their base grew larger.

Almost as if they called to Reimu, assuring her that she made the right choice.

What a laugh.

She sighed, floating forward across the blackened grass. The sun had set hours ago, and the butterflies in her belly had only grown worse since.

What would Kasen say, were she here?

She wasn’t, of course. Reimu had made certain of that. To that end, the establishment’s choice of home suited her. A busy town everyone cared about, but from which very few credible stories of personal exploits ever rose.

More importantly, a place where no one would bat an eye so long as they didn’t recognize her.

The cool wind and peaceful sky eased Reimu’s gut, but her heart pounded. She held the dark, burlap cloak close to her face as she descended toward the town’s front gate.

She stepped under the white glare of a light shining down from high above it. She pulled a slick, hard paper from under her cloak. The flyer that had so captured her attention last week. ‘The Maiden’s Honor,’ it read, accompanied by the image of young lady wearing a traditional shrine maiden’s garb. Except the top was cut so low it all but reached the navel, to say nothing of the nape.

At first, it made Reimu’s blood boil. This was her life, not some fetish point. But it also awoke something different, something inquisitive. Even now, a faint heat rose to her cheeks as she flipped it over, re-reading the directions printed on its back.

“Excuse me, miss.”

Reimu snapped upright, squeezing the flyer and locking eyes with the sentry staring back. A stocky man with ruffled black hair and no animal features.

“Please state your business.”

Reimu’s lips did a slow, clumsy dance as her mind fizzled. The

Hello /at/. I was browsing stuff on dlsite and discovered this touhou ero RPG. I tried MTLing the story with AGTH to see if it was any good, and decided to make a simple interface patch to make it easier to play. Since the work is "done" I might as well share it:

https://mega.nz/#!1LYwWCSS!mGrxkvKlDUFku-bBP-3dOsjknYoHR1TRpyeVntH1Vzo

I say "patch" but I don't know how to properly navigate RPGMaker. I don't think it supports patch files, and when I re-exported the archive it was 100mb bigger. So I just zipped the whole folder. You'll need the RPGMaker runtime, but it otherwise should run as-is. It's also a newer version than what I found in a torrent.

This translates (most) skills, equipment that does more than just increase basic stats, and the basic interface. The battle log is a mess of English and Japanese since I couldn't be bothered to try and track down everything. If you're like me and can't read a word of Japanese, this should be a lot more playable, but it is far from finished, polished, or accurate. This is all MTL (plus some manual rewording) and I didn't bother to make sure everything fits in the dialog boxes. I haven't extensively tested it but I don't think I broke anything doing this. Probably.

So what is this game?
There's a description and previews on dlsite: ttps://www.dlsite.com/ecchi-eng/work/=/product_id/RE170580.html ttps://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ170580.html

The basic plot (as far as I can tell) is that an alternate world summons a hero to save them from evil - Flandre Scarlet. The SDM girls follow her to the other world but all get separated, and afflicted with "summoning sickness" - dropping them to level 1 (or 7, for Meiling, Remilia, and Koakuma). They must then reunite and save Flandre, and maybe also the other world from the demons that want to destroy the elemental crystals.

There are a few parallels to FF5, primarily the crystals and job system. The plot isn't anything ex