Why?

That broken word remains clear in her gathered thoughts.

If a human sees her now, they'd think she was a lost child. If a human sees where she is, they'd think they were in a forest underwater. In the glaze of aqua shining from the leaves of the trees, the dew of the flowers, This is where it's going to happen, in the middle of night at this wonderland. A secluded area of Gensokyo, but not unknown to all youkai. A place to collect oneself. A space to experiment, where nature would provide and heal any wound.

With gentle footsteps, Suika hears Yukari approach her.

“My.” The gap youkai closes her parasol. “This is quite the sight, isn't it?”

It's not a question more than it is surprise. Not just because of what Suika is doing, but because of how she's doing it.

Legs crossed, the oni leans back against the tree glowing with an aquamarine tint. Her hand clasps around the gourd, which lands bottom first with a thunk on the hard earth. Ignoring Yukari for the moment, Suika closes her eyes and takes a long swig. When she gasps after drinking, she hangs her head before shifting her eyes to the approaching youkai.

“Yukariii.”

You're visiting your favorite touhou to blurt out something important to her. But as you begin to knock on the paper door you hear something loud behind it. Could it be a burglar!? You yank open the door to see-

It was Faceless Man, pillaging your favorite touhou's ass!

You took a step forward, but slipped on a puddle. Everything inside was covered in semen, now including you.

“Oh hello Anon,” Faceless Man ejaculated, and proceeded to blow another load into her, “I was giving her my two cents worth on asking you out, but I guess I gave her my twelve inches worth!”

“I'm sorry Anon, but his dick is so good! And the sex is amazing!” your favorite touhou cried out, stuffing her face with pudding as Faceless Man filled her behind with his penis.

“I-I-I al-always...” You mutter incoherently at the sight.

“Oh? Speak louder now, for everyone to hear!” Faceless Man cupped both his hands to one of his ears, while propelling your favorite touhou with only his hips.

You cock back a sob and stood erect “I don't care about what you're doing now, you always held a special place in my heart,” you started to discharged your pent-up feelings.

...are you already gone op? Hope not, I like this idea.
Maybe it's too early, but I'm a bit paranoid about it since I saw too many good stories die...

...
Why did you start this if you can't keep up with it? It is an interesting idea too...

Hello? Is this going to be updated anytime soon?

You're happy. Today, Reimu finally noticed you for the first time decided to host a Christmas party after much begging from her best friend the annoying witch she calls a friend. You She can't help but smile at all those you've never seen before she holds dear. Marisa; Remilia, who brought Sakuya; Aya, who is taking pictures, as is the norm; Shinmyomaru, who would be here either way; Kosuzu, who showed up despite the slight fear in her eye over all the youkai, bringing Akyuu with her. And, of course, Suika didn't let herself be left out, nor did Yukari.

The one with bells her hair, though... She doesn't seem to be looking through you. If you had to describe it, those oddly energetic, oddly glimmering eyes could only be doing one thing. They were looking right at you. They didn't miss one detail, either, much to your embarrassment. After all, the way things have been these past... past... ...however many years, you stopped really caring for yourself. Your hair was a wild tangle where once it was held up in the bow you'd never leave home without. Your hair had also grown out, and you have no choice but to do what you could to keep it from tripping you, to the point of tearing hairs in half. Your beautiful blonde locks were once enviable, but as things had become, it made you look like a mess.

Which you were. You were a mess, to be frank. You learned the hard way that setting things down made them vanish, forgotten even by the most forgotten. Your instrument vanished first, and later your ribbon. Where does one go when even this lost and found of the forgotten forgets you? The answer is we never leave, or so you think. You remember remembering others that were forgotten. Some have managed to stay only scant inches from the fate, but as it is... Well, what can one do?

Still, what lays before you... This young woman, she can see you. You have locked eyes a while now, and none seem to notice her thousand mile stare not twenty feet from her nose. You start when she begins walking towards you. She... she really can see you, can't she...

No. No, it�

>>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.

"I'm hoooooome~!"

He was awoken from his nap by the girlish, cheery voice coming from the entrance. A drawn out yawn escaped his mouth while he rubbed his eyes with his arm. The responsible part of his mind reminded he that it was his duty as a priest in training to go greet her, but the rest of his body refused to obey and abandon the cozy warmth of the kotatsu. Nothing short of a hurricane could have teared him away from under the blanket, although he often tended to forget how easily she could make one if she wanted.

"Heeeeey, I know you're here! Your boots are at the door... Ah, there you are!"

The living room's door slid open to reveal a young woman shooting an annoyed frown at him. Even in his semi-asleep state, he still took a moment to appreciate her looks. The first thing everyone noticed about Sanae Kochiya was her long green hair, adorned with a cutesy frog clip and a snake ornament around one lock. That day she was wearing a red scarf and that beige leather coat she brought from the Outside, both of which did a commendable job on protecting her shapely figure from the cold. Even so, no amount of baggy clothes could hide her considerably sized chest, bigger and rounder than most girls her age. Down below, the shrine maiden chose to wear her favorite long skirt, the dark blue one with light blue dots and stripes and white frills, paired with tall white socks. He could spot a hint of her soft, creamy thighs between the gaps if he looked hard enough, but he was too sleepy to bother sneaking a peek, and he had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate it at that moment.

"The least you could do is say 'welcome home, Sanae!', no?" She berated him. "It's rude not to greet your seni--ooh, warm kotatsu! Nice!"

Luckily for him, the allure of the heated table was too strong for Sanae to resist. The green-haired miko undid her coat and her scarf, hastily threw them away at a corner of the room and took a seat under the blankets, opposite of him. Her frown melted into a satisfied expression as the warmth began to seep into her body. Only then he mustered enough strength to utter a gr

>>38068

And so the priest gritted his teeth and endured Sanae's frenzied blowjob as best as he could, while she tested and strained the limits of his endurance. The shrine maiden decided to get serious by bringing two of her fingers to the base of his cock and squeezing it in a ring. She had practiced long enough to know the right amount of pressure to make it the most pleasurable for him; not too soft nor too constricting. A hearty chuckle escaped her mouth when she felts his cock twitching and pulsing strongly between her digits, as if wanting relief desperately, and she grew even bolder in her servicing. Her other hand started to roam around his balls, sometimes caressing his balls, softly massaging them and feeling their weight, or teasingly running her nail along the vein of the shaft, measuring even the smallest reactions he gave to her techniques.

"Hmmph, oh, Sanae, that's... Ohhhhh..."

While her fingers started to jerk the lower part of his shaft off, her lips returned to his frenulum and pressed on it. She then tilted her head to the side and slowly opened her mouth, putting the underside of his crown inside her hot, wet cavity, almost as if taking a bite out of it. A shudder ran through the priest's spine at the sensation of her lips pressing hungrily around the tip of his cock, and when he felt her tongue flicking at his frenulum, his most sensitive part, he couldn't contain his moans any longer. Then Sanae started bobbing her head up and down in rhythm with her fingers, and his whole body was wracked with immense pleasure. Precum started to flow non-stop from his urethra, filling her mouth and mind with his taste and scent.

"Hmmmm... You haven't shot your load yet?" She moaned directly under the tip of his cock, making him shudder again. "C'mon, give it to me!"

That he hadn't come from that attack on three fronts was a miracle in itself, but despite his desperate efforts to stave off his orgasm, he was at the end of his endurance. He wanted nothing more than to give in to the pleasure and stain Sa

“I have insecurities,” said Tenshi.

“Okay,” said the man.

And then they had sex.

Any ETA on this?

I liked the idea a lot.

I'm about to begin a thread to get back in the works. It'll take a while for me to get back to this and A3STF, though. I've never forgotten, though.

>>39561
Great. We will wait!

Disappointed in no Four of a Kind. Alas.

Also another Wilhelm fan checking in.

You pour a generous helping of the sweet, sticky syrup over his length, the sharp intake of breath that is forced from him only fuelling your eagerness. Setting the bottle aside, for now, you gently massage the head of his cock with the palm of your hand. The syrup is too sticky to stroke him, if you're honest, but a gentle massage like this, squeezing lightly, pressing in on the tip softly with the palm of your hand, that's easy. And judging by the soft noises he's making, pleasurable as well.

Sittas shivers at your touch, hips weakly wiggling as he stares down at you with teary eyes, voice shaky with pleasure, "D-Dai-sis, this feels weirdAh~haaaaa~..."

His shaft is soft and warm, still hardening under your playful touch as it glistens with the syrup you've spread across, the sensations obviously overwhelming the pure, uneducated Sittas. His body is ready to be taught so many firsts at your hand...

You watch his face with a sultry smile, revelling in his expressions as you do your work. Leaning in, you blow softly over him, prompting a twitch of his shaft. And then you lean in for a taste, running your tongue down the syrupy side of him. The sweetness mixed with his own flavour is... it's absolutely delicious.

Sittas cries out as he screws his eyes shut, hips shifting up in response to your tongue's seeking touch as if to inite you further. Your mouth is pleasured by a wonderful mixture of sweet and salty, giving you a treat you've been aching for so long.

You suck gently against the base of his shaft, with a pleased hum. You shift your position, and look up at him from below, resting his warm length over your face. He doesn't meet your gaze, of course, since his eyes are screwed shut, an adorably tormented expression locked on his face. His gasps and soft moans only increase as you suck one of his balls into your mouth, running your tongue around it gently.

"Nnaaah, Dai-siiiissss..." Sittas moans as you play with his suculent tackle, full and loaded with batter for him to put all the buns in your oven that his heart could desire, and there's desire aplenty in his v

>>37997
Wow! Dai-sis has an imagination! We need to see some Dai-sis x Sittas x Hijiri action at some point.

>>37976

Thank you~ I do try to be creative in my horribleness.

Honestly, I was mostly writing this to poke fun at the people begging for /at/.

>>37977

Well, unless Renko snuffs Youki, Wriggle the Catfish, a bakebake, a random bird or an annoying dog or something, I don't see that happening. And, honestly, that would be odd, as she's not particular to men.

These are Bad Ends, after all. They're not likely to be happy things.

There's only one potentially /at/ worthy scene I have planned that isn't, though it's also possible to woo others if one figures it out, but still.

You feel more fragile.

-11MaxHP

You huff and puff as you feel the blood in your fingers and toes rapidly slow and freeze. It’s neither painful nor cold. It doesn’t feel very good, mind you, but it’s that sort of ohh-god-why-are-my-fingers-getting-frostbite kind, not the ohh-oww-god-oww-why-oww-are-oww-my-oww-fingers-oww-getting-oww-frostbite kind.

You lay there, your breathing gradually feeling less like you ran a mile after flirting with people all night, watching frosty clouds form in front of you. It’s like you’re breathing hot air in the winter, but in reverse, and the worst part is, the warm air around you isn’t all that comfortable.

It’s as if you’re in an oven, and you feel… You feel…

You are not going to die. Not to a little hot air. Not here. Not now. Not ever. Never!

Your determination not to die freezes the air around you.

-2DT

>>37951
Get Tojika realize that she's still loved so threesome!

It’s out of nowhere. But I can only do what I can. So here’s something.

It also doesn’t follow any write-in. This is a standalone standalone. Standing alone.

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It is Mononobe no Futo. I sit with the Crown Prince as she cultivates her mind. Her eyes rest closed as though asleep, our arms touching by the clothes. I thought to also cultivate with her, but that was impossible to do.

”It is alright. You may simply sit next to me if you wish.”

The Crown Prince considers my situation, knowing well the chocolate I have for her today. It pains me to know that she knows without wanting to know.

How can I say it? A woman has her thoughts, yet the Crown Prince cannot help her own nature. I know she knows I wish to give her the chocolate. I know she knows I wish to seriously cultivate with her. And she also knows I know that she knows I cannot do so with my feelings toward her. But she shows consideration for my desires by not speaking of them. But she also knows that I know she knows about that.

A true conundrum in the matters of love.

Hoping you’ll continue this soon!