https://www.mediafire.com/?wc0oeyko0q2zmby

Finally in English

based anon, I thought you were dead.
pls nodie.

>>37320
I'm not dead.

Just lazy.

ohgodIforgottosage

I apologize profusely

>>37260
>Key AIDS

really man. Trying to get sympathy from us with that TV Tropes talk? Just say you just got writer's block and not be a sympathy whore

And I feel so bad for the company that hired you for your painfully bad writing.

>>37265
what if Tainted Bonds has Youmu x Ran?

good test

Wait.

If Webms are supported, then /i/ could potentially come back from the dead, right?

>>37137
>Kyouko shrugs.

fuck

>>37137
Cockroach?

>>37148
Wriggle perhaps?

Note: Not related to my other stories, but there may be a small reference or two.

Thanks to Rule and BSD for editing

Repost due to a certain line.

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"Joe, are you really going to do that? It's not something people regularly do, especially since that place is so expensive." Sheesh, that Nanashi. He thinks it's a bit crazy that I'm planning on doing this. "Let me treat you to lunch. It wouldn't do to pass out tonight. I know you've been subsisting on rice, cheap milk, and water. And I know you've been working yourself ragged saving up for this. I just hope you're not disappointed with it."

"I doubt it, a place like that wouldn't get away with the prices it has otherwise."

Today's a rare day off; my boss forced it. Once we reach the place he's chosen, we order some food and go to a distant table so we can talk more without too much getting out.

"So what sort of girl are you gonna ask for? I did some looking in and it seems they have a wide mix, from real young looking sorts to curvy bombshells that even our teacher would be envious of."

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That was a rather dreamless sleep, but I'm not sure how dreams would compare to last night. I hear birds tweeting, seeing the sun rise with the light entering the window. I feel Koamchi stir. "Good morning Joe, just let me get us some breakfast," she says to me as we sit up and finish waking up.

She gets up and puts something in a tube on the wall as I look around for our clothes to only to find they're missing. "I see the cleaning crew picked up our clothes while we were sleeping. Don't worry, they're very good at their jobs," She says. I'm relieved as I'm not sure how I'd explain whatever stains were on the clothes to my parents.

"Good thing, as those were my nice occasion clothes. This is a pretty fancy place," I respond. I see Komachi stretch normally, but her breasts move in a tantilizing way. Last night must have been something as while my spirit is willing, my flesh is still sort of worn out.

"I'm not one for posturing like that, since here everyone ends up naked, sweaty and in need of a nice shower. What job do you do anyways? Your build isn't that bad," she responds, looking me over.

I answer, "Mix of a few manual labor jobs, some carpentry, some moving. The group is a general oddjobs sort of thing. And hearing you say that is pretty flattering." Before anything else is said, my stomach growls.

The door opens as the same fairy as last night comes in. "I managed to make this before Lady Yuyuko's order got started," she announces as she leaves a new tray-cart of food with her departure. I guess the cleaning crew removed the other one.

I get up to prepare the food, it appears to be a thing of biscuits and gravy with sausage bits in it. I was expecting something more typical. I notice there's not anything to drink; I hope that Komachi isn't out of milk as nothing else goes better.

I sit down next to Komachi as I ask, "Do you have any milk left? The fairy didn't leave any." I'm not sure if i should be specific or not.

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Sakuya walked up the innumerable steps to the Hakurei shrine, alone. It was one of her rare days off, and she decided to spend some time with the “diligent” shrine maiden. There was no rush, so she slowly climbed the stairs, one at a time, and admired the scenery. A few feral youkai had attacked her when she went through the untamed path before the stairs, which gave her some light exercise as well.

Reimu came into view once Sakuya reached the top. She was seated on the veranda, with a cup of tea in both hands and a contented smile on her face. Off to the side was a broom lying unceremoniously on the grass. A small part of the yard was clean, but the majority still covered with dirt and fallen leaves. It looked like she started sweeping, but quit after a few minutes to take a tea break.

“Oh, Sakuya? It's rare to see you without your vampire.” Reimu said simply as soon as she noticed Sakuya's presence. She didn't move from her spot, nor did she invite Sakuya to join her.

“Good morning, Reimu,” Sakuya replied politely. She then reached into a pocket and pulled out a folded bill. Reimu's eyes locked on to the unexpected bit of paper immediately, and even from the distance she could tell it was a 1,000 yen bill. It was surprisingly crisp, considering how worn all of Gensokyo currency is. Once she confirmed Reimu's attention, Sakuya continued, “I've come to donate as a patron of the Hakurei shrine.”

Reimu instantly stood up and knocked her tea cup onto the ground. Only a little bit of liquid spilled out and soaked into the ground, suggesting she was almost finished anyway. “Wha- really?! I mean, yes, of course. I'll show you to the donation box now!” Reimu blurted out excitedly, unable to contain herself. Despite her overbearing opulence, the most Remilia had ever donated to her was a mere fifty yen coin, and that was after getting drunk during a New Year's party. Sakuya had never once expressed any interest in doing anything on her own, so a sudden donation of 1,000 yen was a complete shock to her. A welcome shock, but a shock nonetheless.

“There's no need for that,” Sakuya said, sto

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[x] She has certainly stuffed her womb full more times than she can count. You shall show her your dominance by squeezing those massive breasts dry.
Drain her boobs!

[X] This wretched beast should be punished like a beast. Fetch the riding crop from the stables. Make her learn just what manner of beast she is before you let loose the masses on her.

Fetching horse saddle/milker and cow bell/dog collar, optional.

Closing votes, milking wins. Heading overseas now, so don't hold your breath.

Interesting diversity of choices we got.

>>33395
playstachen, whoever missed that one really messed up

>>36312
Honestly I'm not sure. From my understanding of how japanese sites tend to work, I'd assume that non-japanese credit cards just won't be accepted. Does the model happen to be on the english dlsite? Because if so, I assume that would be a substantially easier place to get things at.

I'm kind of curious if he managed to get that model. Or managed to buy it.

>>36841
The answer is no, i did not. I could never find it. This saddens me greatly

[X] Get another small bed for the eventual child.

I am compelled.

[X] Get another small bed for the eventual child.

I am compelled.

[x] Get a bigger bed.

And just like that, the pleasure, the pressure - it all stopped. When I opened my eyes again, Marisa's frown had just a hint of disappointment. I tried to speak, but she silenced me with a single French-manicured finger. Like the rest of her, her rosy-pink and pure-white nail gleamed in the night, and I almost wanted to start sucking on it.

I didn't get the chance. Marisa's frown slowly turned to a smile, as she began to tap my lips with her finger. It was slow and languid, but each press made a whimper leave my throat. "None of that, now," Marisa began, and then she leaned upwards to whisper into my twitching ears. Each small breath brushed against my earfluff, forcing me to shiver in my seat. "There's no need to be embarrased, I promise. You'll feel great - I'll make you feel great."

She began to rock against me then, making the wooden chair creak from our combined weight. I could feel the soft, pillowy thighs begin to rub around the sides of my throbbing length, my juices and hers keeping the friction warm and slick. "Just relax," she whispered again, even as she grabbed me by my shoulders to push herself up. My nose was buried into her cute, dainty cleavage, and the frills of her bra tickled just a bit. "Enjoy yourself. I certainly will."

For a moment, I thought she was going to mount me right there, simply claiming me with that warm, slick pussy. Perhaps she thought the same; I felt her palm gently press into my shaft as she nuzzled me against her chest, and she seemed to be carefully aligning her body. But then, she relented, and stayed pressed against me as she slid down to her knees. My upper body was still clothed, but the sensations that assaulted my cock had me panting the whole while.

After one last kiss from her soaked panties, she massaged my length with her smooth, warm stomach, tightening her muscles just a bit to ramp up the pressure. Then, I felt her silky bra, the precious softness of her breasts, and the flirtatious tickle of her hair before she finally settled down. Her lovely stocking-clad legs folded out to either side of her, and my penis cast a shad

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Okay that was really arousing! Normally I'm not the biggest fan of futanari, but this and that Patchouli x Kokoro story are making me reconsider my earlier stance on it.

I noticed Reisen was sorta frustrated/irritated at Eientei, like her mention of how Eirin and the others would react to her arousal, along with attempting to keep her visit to the Lotus Pavilion a secret. Are Eirin and the others that assholish to her about her dick and is Eirin like a control freak or something? Would she reallh have a problem with Reisen going to the Lotus Pavilion for some satisfaction?

Not the ReiMari I was expecting, but incredibly hot nonetheless.

The only gripe I can find is that there was no breast play involved. Right, Marisa isn't exactly well-endowed in that department, but Reisen is. Other than that, bretty gud bro.