As an aspiring writer of lewdity myself, your ability to write is nothing short of poetry. Lewd, depraved poetry, but poetry nonetheless.
Excellent content, I was pushing for the Banki route in your CYOA, though no one else seemed to be pushing with me, so I'm glad I got to have my cake and eat it too.
I cannot wait to see what you do next.

I'm so glad that the Grassroots Youkai Network is still popular enough to get amazing writing like this.

Always great to see more of your stuff, goddamn. The lewd is, as always, incredible, but even the "normal" stuff is a terrific read.

>>40803
>>40818
As the guy who edited and posted the story, it's not a point I necessarily like myself. I didn't change it because I a) didn't want to make drastic changes plot-wise and b) ran out of steam after rewriting some of the early bits. Really, the whole set-up wasn't my deal, but it had a grue and the actual writer made an interesting (if slightly risky) proposal.

>>40818

>>40913
What did he mean by this?

>>38084
oh nevermind that was the dead thread

8ch.net/hgg/res/30412.html

Newest thread

Id recommend searching 'era games' in the /hgg/ catalog to find newest threads in the future.

I feel I should note that EraTW is now being translated.

EraMegaten and EraGVT, non touhou related, are also being translated.

EraGeneral is the thread to check on 8chan /hgg/ if youre interested in giving it a go or helping out in the translation effort.

Keiki Haniyasushin, Sculptor Goddess of Creation, was in high spirits. She swept through the smooth hi-tech passages of her new garden with a spring in her step that her aloof, regal bearing couldn't quite hide, her long azure hair bouncing girlishly as she went. Haniwa armsmen scattered at the sight of her, sketching brief bows and curtsies before skittering back into the shadows. Their goddess was a strange woman; fey and unpredictable, her mind seemingly unable to settle on any one thing for long. She treated her subjects well—very well, as those lucky enough to catch her interest could attest—, but stories of the woman's temper hung around her like a cloud. No matter how polite she acted outwardly, Keiki was above else a deity of prodigious power, and only her closest underlings viewed her without a seed of unease in their hearts.

And that, Keiki thought as a pair of diminutive clay statuettes scuttled out of her way, was as it should be. The duo had been in the process of stripping away the wild, untamed vegetation of old and replacing it with new trappings more suited to her tastes. One, wobbling at the top of a stepladder and already overburdened by the vast heap of bright tapestries in its arms, stepped back a hair too quickly and overbalanced. Keiki clicked her tongue in annoyance, the thin shriek as the haniwa fell cutting into her thoughts like a knife. She turned and snapped her fingers, catching the animated effigy with a cushion of divine wind and lowering it gently to the ground.

“Careful now,” she said. “I understand that few can control themselves when faced with my divine beauty, but perhaps next time, you might," she placed a long, calloused finger on the top of the haniwa's cap and gently pushed it down, "avert your eyes? It would be a shame if I were forced to... rebuild you.”

The little statue bowed nervously and hurriedly collected the pile of metallic sheets it had dropped. Behind it, its companion fiddled nervously with its own burden: colorful neon lights in appropriately futuristic shades of blue and red, mattresses etched with modern-looking circuitry and towers of weird artifacts to decorate them. Several weeks ago, the

Yes, that was it. He was like an artist’s impression of a crossbreed, depicting something imagined but never seen. Beautiful in its own way; the rich, deep hazel of his skin, the sleek lines of his horned skull, the powerful tension in his raw muscles. She imagined the way he might move; a tall, proud step, befitting a great, hulking mythical beast. Her thoughts drifted, other images flitting through her imagination. Hot, slick flesh and smooth bone against her skin, a thick tongue against her intimacies, the satisfaction of gently teaching him to appease her needs… Needs which were growing quite real. A familiar restlessness was settling upon her, an irresistible urge to act upon her endless curiosity. Keiki felt the first pangs of genuine arousal forming inside her, firing her imagination. She saw Taisho in her mind's eye, the body she would sculpt for him hunched over hers, her back arched and her derriere raised up as he rutted at her in a union of beauty and adoration. The goddess found herself drifting closer, caressing Taisho's jawbone, her fingers running along the tendons that bound it together. Thin strings of drool stretched from his languid tongue, pattering against her arm. She let out a long, low sigh, her skin tingling as she imagined herself sat in her throne, Taisho lying next to her like a faithful mascot, ready to trample and gore on whichever poor fool next dared to oppose her. The beast hung still in his restraints. She could feel his ebony eyes on her, running across the subtle curves of her slender body, trying to look past the apron and intricately decorated robes that hid her homely figure from his gaze. Keiki had seen that same look from her previous captives, and she knew she had Taisho right where she wanted him. When confusion and suspicion warred with desire and temptation, the latter always won out.

“Toutetsu isn't the only one who can grant you a body. I can do that and more.” Keiki's hand slid down Taisho's body, over his slick, throbbing musculature. His jaws clacked. She felt his thin fur over her fingers giving way to raw skin, and kept going lower, until her fingers came to rest on the lumpen bulge growing between his legs. Her hear

Crickets and shadow smothered the village’s evening streets. Sweat beaded on her knuckles, invited in part from the warm, muggy air. But the real reason for the moisture on her skin was, well…

It was the same one that kept her fist paralyzed, just before the humble home’s door.

Kosuzu gulped. This, this was it. Too many possibilities for her to process laid on the other side.

Possibilities hotter and wetter than the air. But also… possibilities much darker than the dimming sky.

Whatever she did here, she’d need to be back in her bookstore the next morning.

Early the next morning. Not for fear of her family’s response, nor for the health of their business.

No. If she showed up too late, her stick-in-the-mud friend would know. If her friend knew, she’d suspect. If her friend suspected her, she might not be able to come back.

And worse, she may even lose everything she’d built this all on.

Another one not particularly to my own tastes, but I appreciate the craft in the words nonetheless.

Futo's archaic dialect does things to my dick that I never knew was possible. Bravo, another masterpiece of the erotic genre.

(X) There were magicians out there, but none in here. Someone must keep it so.

>>40767 here. Changing my vote to

[x] Check out what scraps the hyenas had left at the market for him and the night owls.

I'd rather take the mystery option.

(x) Check out what scraps the hyenas had left at the market for him and the night owls.
mystery box!

(x) Counting tomatoes with Sakuya.

(x) Counting tomatoes with Sakuya.

re-tying things up

[X] Counting tomatoes with Sakuya.

He might not be able to talk, but that doesn't mean he can't request for service.

ah yeah >>40761
>I still really want to see Shinmyoumaru inserted into another girl after we creampie them.
That's a bit too up on the fetish scale for my tastes. This fantasy will have to be written by yourself or another

[x] “Let’s head to your place now. They can wait and as you can see, I’d like to get going.”

[X] “Let’s head to your place now. They can wait and as you can see, I’d like to get going.”

Much as a five-way orgy would be quite fun, the less girls involved, the more attention can be paid to Satori and Komachi.

After all, seems only right to make Satori's first time a mind blowing experience.

C’est délicieux.

I don't know what it says about me that I found your writing, your pure ability to string words together, so enthralling that I forgot there was a porn aspect to this, but I know that it has captivated me on every instance of reading your work.
And again, just like all the others, this was excellent.

Your love for the fat spider never ceases to give me pleasant feelings. I guess some of the dialogue stylistics have to do with the perspective character's literal muteness? I'll admit that I'm not at all fond of dirty talk for various reasons that nobody cares about, so that nagged a bit, but I suppose it 'works' in a way with that sort of setup? That said, I guess it's hard for me to connect with this kind of thing where the description geared heavily towards conveying the physical sensation of everything. Again, preferential misses at play, I suspect.

I'm not sure how I feel, in the end. It was not unenjoyable as a read despite not falling into my particular set of preferences. Strange how things like that happen sometimes. Anyway, thanks for more spider and more writing in general.

...wait a second.

>reminiscences about Remi
>Yamams contamination panic end
jolly good current events reference

If anyone would be so kind as to drop one last vote, preferably on either confronting Shizuha or trying to restrain her, I would greatly appreciate it.

[X] Restrain her!

Hopefully she says something really cliché like "You dare to oppose a Goddess??"

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