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You, Dionysus (Bacchus), Are:
~Cordially Invited~ As a Guest of Honor
To Gensokyo’s First Fantastical Bachelorette Bash on the Palanquin
For One Week of Entertainment and Merrymaking

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You saunter out of the suite’s shower with a contented sigh. You were quick enough so that the mirror over the sink has only just begun to mist over, so you take the time to throw several seductive poses at yourself, flexing your biceps and crunching your abs while shining some pearly white teeth. Should you be blonde, brunette, or something else entirely today, you wonder? You decide to go with the first option, tossing back a head of wavy golden locks. Being a god has its benefits, but while some old codgers up in the ol’ pantheon simply will themselves into eternal purity, it’s kind of your thing to find new lows of debauchery to descend into. That, and you’ve gotten addicted to the sensation of honest hot water rinsing off all those caked and crusting fluids after a night’s revelry. It almost feels as good as the sex itself.

… okay, okay, you’re a terrible liar. The sex is definitely the better half of the routine.

It’s just that at the current moment, the only would-be candidate for that activity within reach is all tuckered out, curled into a ball underneath the king-sized bed’s sheets with her hands still loosely clasped over her aching cunt in her slumber. You, uh, kinda sorta went overboard on her last night. Not by your standards, true, but certainly by hers. She’d boasted that as a “youkai” she’d be able to handle anything you’d put her through. However, she proved to be no maenad, her eyes rolled into the back of her head before you’d even finished getting yourself off properly, and it’d only been her third climax, for crying out loud!

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this won't be everyone's cup of tea oh god don't kill me please

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I never met a bitch who had it coming more than the mouse.

She was the most arrogant, puffed-up bitch I've ever seen, and around here that's saying something. She went down in less than four minutes, too, which really pissed me off; despite all that shit-talking she really couldn't duel worth a damn. What pushed me over the edge was how she kept fucking sassing despite being knocked on her ass and out of magic. I kicked her onto her back and ripped her dress open from collar to waist without really thinking about it. We stared at each other for a second, catching up to events - her eyes went wider than dinner plates when she felt the breeze on her belly. I was in no mood for bullshit at that point so before she'd finished her first scream I slapped it right out of her. If you put some pepper into it a good slap will knock them senseless for a few seconds without doing any real harm. Three or four good smacks later and she was too stunned to struggle. Ripped the rest of her dress open and did a double take: tiny little thing, weighed maybe ninety pounds soaking wet and stood barely five feet tall, but she had an ass. Wide hips, firm, round little rear end, firm, shapely thighs, even slender, curvy calves. I cupped her pussy in my hand without touching her thighs, it was that good. I put her ankles on my shoulders and slid her panties (blue-white stripes, no less) to her calves and slipped 'em over one foot. She came around when I laid my cock against her groin - that's usually when they start begging for better terms, but she just stared at me with her cherry-red eyes, whispering “no, no, no” in this baffled tone, like she was completely confused at how this was happening at all.

I took my stance; knees spread wide for low, stable access and pressed my tip in. Then I just leaned forward, my thighs pressing hers against her body and rammed it in all at once. She made this strangled sound like s

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Timeline-wise, this is a sequel to “Master, Master”.

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I turn the page. For a while, Remi's been jabbering on about what she's heard about today. She's repeated it twice in case I wasn't listening. Which I was. I'm not listening more than I am waiting, though. Yes.

I'm waiting for her to turn in for the night.

“...That's why I was wondering if there was going to be something happening later today,” Remi taps her elbow against the table while waving her palm up, “but nothing ever did.”

With one ear, I process what my friend has said. I stare over my book. “And you heard this from...?”

“Sakuya, of course.”

Hm. The likely cause of her presence here. Most certainly to entertain Remi.

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Forgive the title, I’m still trying to figure out how to make dumb authentic-y sounding titles to things. So this is the thread I made for shorter stories, CYOA or just regular stories we’re inspired to make with the theme of one or more of the characters being genderswapped. Since this is Touhou, that basically means becoming male.

I’ll happily take feedback, suggestions, etc, and put up the ideas and brainstorming I’ve already seen, briefly, here. In addition, anyone is welcome to contribute to this thread if an idea strikes your fancy or something.

In the meantime…
Ideas
-Male!Momiji + Aya. One day, the teasing or something goes too far and she has a big bad wolf on her hands? Or a shota wolf tengu, whatever works.
-Male!Momiji and Male!Aya + Hatate. The news-getting trio, with a cute enthusiastic girl and two big tall strong boys. Sandwiches probably ensue.
-Male!Reimu and Sanae. Rivalry between religious figures, tension and then a final resolution?

-Male!Youmu and Yuyuko. Pretty straightforward; cute gardener boy with a harsh exterior but an innocent streak plus curvy glutton free spirit mistress.
-Male!Eiki and Komachi . An attempt to discipline a subordinate and her killer body. Does he
conquer her or end up conquered himself?

-Male!Nazrin goes through the UFO crew including of course plenty of time buried in Byakuren as well as various other sorts of relationships with all the others.

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1.1 The Horned Matchmaker

Mokou Fujiwara would like to say that with more than a millennia worth of life experience, she's possessed an amount of wisdom that would see her through any challenge the world could throw at her. But if she does, she knows that she would be lying.


The fact is, not a single second of experience in her life could tell her what would be the best course of action in regard of her current predicament. Though, it's not like she spent her days actively looking for life lessons. She already regretted the fact that she spent most of the current millennium being an anti social shut-in, living alone with minimum contact with anyone or anything, be it human or else. After all, what is the point of putting the effort to build relationship with anyone if you're only going to outlive them? The first few centuries of her immortality already taught her the pain of losing is simply not worth the effort.


But still, a little bit of social skill wouldn't hurt in a situation like this. Then again, she doubt that even if she spent her immortality being the most social thing in the entire world, that she would be able to be less of a gibbering mess than she is now.


“Umm...”


The only other soul in that room gives out a small sound, demanding her attention. It appears that Mokou has been silent far longer than she had thought. Trying to regain her focus, Mokou focused her sight to the environment that's now surrounding her.

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What am I doing. Yes, period.

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A king of spades. An eight of spades. Yuyuko has a nine of spades face-up. The other is face down covering the nine halfway.

"Yukari? Draw or stay?"

The mental cogs in your mind turn. This is a tricky one. There are fifteen out of forty nine cards left that could be a ten. Disregarding any calculation error, that means there's about a thirty percent chance of losing when staying. However, assuming Yuyuko has another nine, then there are thirty six bad cards that will cause a defeat. A seventy five percent chance of a loss if one chooses to draw. Reversing that, it means Yuyuko has a twenty five percent chance of winning when drawing. Yuyuko's favorable outcomes are nearly identical. So why not take a gamble?

"I suppose I'll draw a card."

"Really?" Yuyuko brings a hand to her mouth. "That's not like you."

"I wonder? The stakes are high for the game we've chosen."

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searching the japanese name or anything else does not bring up any useful results about seeing these.

the art in these sets is refined , when compared to the first few cg sets from this group DaiNhonpo.

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From her vantage point high up in the air, Yakumo Yukari watched the man with no small amount of amusement as he nervously made his way into Hakugyokurou. His clumsy attempts at stealth as he quickly darted between cherry blossom trees made her chuckle heartily. His footsteps sounded incredibly loud as he crossed the stone pavement under the cover of darkness. The night was cold and he shivered.

Yukari could see Youmu watching him from behind one of the manor's many statues. The diligent little gardener looked agitated at the thought of letting someone run loose in her master's residence. She had been aware of his presence ever since he began climbing the many steps that lead to Yuyuko's home but made no moves to intercept the intruder.

Yukari loved teasing Youmu and her serious disposition. The look of utter disdain on her cold features as she watched the human pull open a sliding door and step inside was utterly priceless. Youmu's hand fell to the pommel of her trusted sword, her jaw tightening.

It wasn't her place to question her master's motives, she repeated to herself as her every instinct urged her to cut down this blundering fool before his presence befouled the household any further.

She didn't of course, because this whole masquerade had been arranged by Yukari. Everyone knew except the hapless human of course, but that was part of the excitement. Yuyuko's many whimsical appetite's required constant attention and her dearest friend was more than happy to help out.

The human male slid the door closed behind him and let out a sigh. He looked around the room which looked relatively normal for a supposed shrine of the afterlife. A chest of draws and display case, a few scrolls and candles here and there.

It could have almost passed for normal if not for the floating, pale spirits that floated around everywhere. They appeared innocent enough, like marshmallows that flickered with white flames. They phased in and out of existence apparently at random.

He shuddered, thinking how stupid he was for agreeing to this but what choice did he really have? Waking up to find

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Just some practice. Haven't done anything /at/ in a while.
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Aya Shameimaru had never been a patient one. Always running around on her whims, she usually got what she wants – and fast. And yet here she was, kneeling on the covered mats of a single story home, her back erect. The reporter rested her thighs on her lower legs, twitching with impatience. Only the scribbling of pen on paper broke the silence in the night, a meticulous report to be written to the higher-ups. A man was to write that report, a human to be exact. And the human had no qualms about writing it. It was just Aya that was annoyed.

“Sit.” The human didn’t even turn around from his chair. Aya, who had attempted to sneak in through the window, shamefully tucked her knees on the mats and hung her head. The man was not to be bothered during work – she knew that. But she wanted to hunt him – to catch him unaware. Aya was the fastest, not so much the sneakiest. Who knew that the large, glass window would creak when opened? Certainly not Aya. She scooted closer to the human.

“Wait.” The human, still focused on his work, commanded Aya to her knees again. Aya pouted, hoping that the man would sneak a look at the tengu and succumb to her womanly charm. Aya needs to be showered with attention, otherwise she’ll whine and complain. She knew this, and so she inched a few centimeters closer. But she did as she was told. She’ll wait. Even though she wasn’t good at it. Was she a dog? But here she was, waiting for her treat, her reward.

She’ll wait. Even though the thoughts of the man’s lips on her neck, his fingers entwined with hers, sent Aya into an unyielding fervor, she’ll wait. Good things come to those who wait. And the tengu, restless as she was, sat down like a good girl.

The man held the pen in his hand, unassuming in its design. A single black crow sat on top of the pen, outstretching its tiny wings. Other than that, the pen was just a pen. He pressed his lips to the crow out of contemplation, but Aya blushed. She had done the same when it was her pen. Aya redirected her attention elsewhere out of her sudden bashfulness. The man’s clo

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