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38360 No. 38360
Quiet and swift, you step across the soft grass, guided by the brilliance of a full moon. Every shop, stall, and public office has long since closed, but you are still far from home. Small, humble headstones pass by, but you pay them no mind, or at least, you try not to. Youkai visit the graveyard. One might already be here, hiding in the dark. Watching, listening.

One of them spends entirely too much time here, especially on nights like these. You’ve crossed paths before, but only ever briefly. As brief as you could possibly make it. Youkai tend to get weird around you, after a while, and you can’t let that happen with her. Just need to clear the graves and reach the walls.

Soft, wet grass yields to your sandals you ease them down, one step at a time. You catch a glimpse of flickering torchlight ahead. It’s the main gate, maybe a couple minutes away if you sprint. You feel like you’re home already-

“SURPRISE!”

The deafeningly cheery voice slams into you, just as her generous breasts crash against your stiffening back. Kogasa Tatara. Local blacksmith, part-time pseudo babysitter. Youkai. Your body locks up. You can’t move. Maybe this is just your second encounter. Breath shaking, you run though plans. She needs to leave. Soon.

Then she wraps her right hand around your breast, and the following squeeze shatters your thoughts. Her short hair brushes against your neck as she leans over your shoulder. A soft lilac scent wafts in, as time slows down. Fabric folds and pinches under her fingers, rubbing against your flesh. Then she giggles.

“Boo!”

You flinch, jerking forward. Another hand wraps around your waist, pressing you back against her stomach. Her hard, abdominal muscles and her large breasts force your own torso out, as she lays her head down on your neck.

“It’s dangerous to be alone out here, you know.”

You can’t help but squirm at that, hoping to pry off a hand, or somehow just slip through her grip. Your body twists and turns as much as her vice-grip allows. No luck. An out-of-shape human like you, versus a youkai, even one as otherwise harmless as her, isn’t a contest.

“Please, let me go.” It’s the strongest, most confidant tone you could muster, and it still sounds almost like you’re begging.

“Hmm…. Nope!” That bubbly, cheery voice should have been soothing. But it just drains what energy you had left; you can’t help but slump into her grasp. “Just kidding!”

And suddenly you spring free of her. For a moment, all you can do is just stand there. Stand and stare.

She’s still standing right in front of you, allowing you to make out a face that’s beaming with… pride? Experimentally, you place one foot behind the other, bracing for a full sprint. Only for her to continue.

“But! It’s really dangerous for you out here. So, you gotta stick close, okay?” She offers her hand. Your heart thumps. If you run, will she chase you? If you stay together, will you get another chance to separate? Another heartbeat.

Would it really be so terrible to let her do wh…?

A flash of short hair invades your mind. Short hair and slender, suffocating lips.

Yes, it would, and you’ve wasted too much time already. You wrap your hand around Kogasa’s wrist and march toward the walls. Don’t spook her, but don’t give her time to get ideas. You got her to let go once. You’ll just need to do so again.

“Whaa!” Her cute, girlish squeal loosens tense muscles and sets your nerves at ease. Only for another figure to appear on the road. The pale moonlight reveals a dark cloak over a pale dress. Wild, dark hair cascades over her face and down her back. As you approach, two points appear on her crown. Animal ears.

Kogasa waves. You look the other way. You already have one youkai to shake off tonight.

“Hey, you there!” The woman says, in a voice that’s almost elegant.

“Who, me?” Kogasa asks.

“No.” A pair of hands grip your shoulders, turning you just slightly. White mountains fill your vision, until the woman gets on one knee. Brilliant red eyes bore into you, their intensity less concerning than the tongue sliding between her lips.

A hand cups your chin, and the woman plants a quick kiss on your lips. Brief, but gentle. Pulling back, she speaks.

“My name is Kagerou. May I ask for yours?” Her face would be the picture of graceful confidence, were it not for the slight tremors to her smile.

Kogasa yanks you back, twisting you and pulling you into her arms. One hand on your back and the other gripping your head, her lips press against yours. Rigid nipples grind against your flesh as a pair of smooth thighs press down on one of your own. There’s a slight, smoky flavor to her, when she presses her tongue between your lips and against your teeth.

Then, awkwardly, she breaks the kiss.

“A-Anyway. I saw her first. You don’t get to do weird things with her!”

Shit.

“Oh?”

Your stomach drops at that sound. Only one other youkai ever sounded so ominous. And she was only half this woman’s height.

You need to get out of here now.

“Isn’t that right?” Kogasa’s staring at you.

Just gotta cooperate with one. Get away from one and lower the other’s guard. It’s a long shot, but you don’t have a prayer of escaping both at once. Unless you can get them to go after each other and run away in the confusion. But then you’re trapped in between them. Could you really slip out?

On the other hand, the gate is close enough that, with a loud enough scream, you might just get the guard’s attention. But what will your captors do before they arrive? …Assuming anyone even does hear you.

[X] “Yes.” Side with Kogasa
[X] “No.” Side with Kagerou
[X] “Maybe.” Try to play them both off each other.
[X] Scream. The Guards are your only hope now.
[X] Write In

What is your name?

[X] Naoko Honda
[X] Write-In
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>> No. 38361
[X] “Yes.” Side with Kogasa
>> No. 38363
[X] “Maybe.” Try to play them both off each other.

[X] Naoko Honda
>> No. 38364
[X] “Yes.” Side with Kogasa
>> No. 38365
[X] “Yes.” Side with Kogasa

[X] Naoko Honda
>> No. 38366
[X] “Maybe.” Try to play them both off each other.

No strong opinions on the name.
>> No. 38368
[X] “Maybe.” Try to play them both off each other.
>> No. 38369
[X] “Maybe.” Try to play them both off each other.
>> No. 38370
[X] “Maybe.” Try to play them both off each other.
>> No. 38371
Votes called for [X] “Maybe.”
Expect next post tomorrow.
>> No. 38372
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[X] “Maybe.” Try to play them both off each other.
[X] Naoko Honda

“I, I… I don’t know.”

Kogasa frowns, somewhere between disappointed and genuinely confused.

“Well then, I just need to prove I’m better!” Kogasa puckers up, preparing for round two.

A slender, powerful arm wraps around your stomach, as a hand presses Kogasa’s face away.

“You had your chance!”

“So did you!” Kogasa throws Kagerou’s arm off her head, grabbing you by the back of the head and shoving you into her chest.

But Kagerou doesn’t relent, joining the arm around your stomach with one gripping your breast. Planting one foot to your side, she pulls hard, threatening to crush your lungs.

Straining to push shallow breaths out under Kagerou’s crushing grip, and between the folds of Kogasa’s shirt, you twist and strain. Desperation rising, you plant your hands on Kagerou’s arms, shoving with all your might. As Kagerou’s arms quake and Kogasa’s hand threatens to crush your skull, you kick and flail at anything you can.

Finally, one kick connects with Kogasa’s ankle, shocking her just enough to break her grip. Kogasa flails, but catches your obi, trying to pull you back. Kagerou just pulls back, shredding the obi in the contest.

Wasting no time, Kagerou pulls you away and releases your breast to fire a volley of light at Kogasa.

If only you could do things like that.

Then a barrage fires back toward you. Kagerou turns on her heel and kicks off the ground, sailing away from Kogasa, and taking you with her. Light flashes across the dirt and headstones beneath you, until a bullet slams into Kagerou, breaking her grip.

You hit the ground hard, but adrenaline stunts the pain. Suddenly free, you stumble back. Your kimono now hangs loose, exposing your camisole and panties, but you have far greater problems. You’re not even quite out of the graveyard yet. And for a few precious seconds, Kagerou and Kogasa are focused entirely on each other.

You leap behind the largest grave you can find, praying for protection from whoever rests beneath you. Taking a moment to catch your breath, you dare to glance behind you. The two are still engaged in danmaku, but they keep moving. From here to the gate is open dirt and grass. There’s nowhere else to hide.

A bark blasts through the night. Turning back, you find Kagerou charging at you.

You turn and run, sprinting down the road as fast as your legs can carry. Silhouettes appear on the walls. All cover and pretense blown, you suck in as much air as you can.

“Help! Guards!” You cry. Sweat builds and muscles strain, but one glance reveals that Kagerou’s easily catching up.

As you finally approach the gatehouse, the silhouettes resolve into two lightly armored young men with readied bows, aiming above you. One fires, the arrow exploding into balls of light. You duck under the dazzling display as you reach the gatehouse steps.

Crash! A purplish, fully fanned umbrella slams into the ground in front of you, giant tongue hanging out. The tongue shoots out toward you. You spin on your heel, but overbalance. Throwing your hands out, you catch yourself, scraping your palms on the hard-packed dirt. Pushing off, you build back up to a full sprint. Your lungs burn from abuse as your breath grows ragged. Sweat pours from your skin as bullets whiz by your head. Behind you, Kagerou’s lost plenty of ground, but she’s now bounding after you.

Smooth grass gives way to sticks, leaves, and roots, as you charge toward the woods. Soon you’re forced to slow down or crash into the branches. Alternating between hops and short sprints, you push forward. The thickening canopy blocks out most of the moon’s light, plunging everything into shadow. If you could just find somewhere to hide…

A short, girlish giggle shocks you still. Frantically scanning the shadows, you’re relieved to find it’s only Kogasa. Less than a meter away. You leap away, only to land against her umbrella. It’s thick, heavy tongue sliding between your legs. Her human form moans.

You kick off, running down the forest again. Branches snap and crunch behind you, as Kagerou crashes through them. Moonlight appears up ahead. Kogasa and her umbrella glide across the forest floor, flanking you. The guards are long gone.

Nowhere to run, no one to call. Your legs quake, your throat hurts, and Kagerou’s still gaining. Just as you break into the clearing, a mighty howl breaks out. Kagerou crashes against your back.

Dry leaves and small twigs crack and break beneath you. Kagerou’s ass settles down on the small of your back as her legs press against your sides. Lifting your head, you find Kogasa staring down angrily at you.

“How could you run away like that?”

Kagerou plants a clawed hand on your ass, giving it a painful squeeze.

“Guess I win.” Kagerou says.

“What? No fair!” Kogasa whines. “Besides, like I said, I saw her first.”

“Besides,” String and fabric slide against fabric. A vest hits the ground before you, followed by a pale blouse. “I’m prettier!”

Kagerou grumbles, but lifts herself off your back. She steps forward. Kogasa steps back, her chest now naked, save for the blue bra holding her shapely breasts.

You crawl out from under them. Kagerou growls. You turn away from them and haul yourself upright.

You plant one foot forward, only for Kagerou to grab your kimono, yanking you back. Then, planting one hand on your nape, she yanks it off, dragging your arms behind you.

Grabbing your wrists, she drags you back. Wrapping an arm around your belly, she squeezes you against her. Her own mountainous breasts press against your neck. She then releases your wrists, using your own back to keep them pinned. She then turns back to Kogasa, taking you with her.

“Screw it!” Kagerou fumes. “You want some of this? Help me keep her under control.”
Kogasa pouts. “Like, I, said! I saw h-” Kagerou tears your camisole down the middle and rips it off, snapping the straps.

Kogasa’s speechless. For a long moment she just stares. You always thought your body was average. You were never the skinniest, or the fairest, or even the bustiest. Kogasa’s enthralled eyes chill you, knowing what’s to come. But some small part of your ego still appreciates her attention.

Then, regaining her composure, she steps forward, licking her lips. Kagerou buries her face in your straight, shoulder-length hair. She takes in a long, deep whiff. Your eyes, however, are locked on Kogasa, who undoes her bra and, crossing her arms, pulls it right off. Letting her breasts settle back into position, she smirks at you, sticking out her tongue.

She steps forward, until her smooth, full breasts nearly fill your vision. Shifting just slightly, she grabs one, and presses a rock-hard nipple against your pursed lips. Judging by the taste, she never even broke a sweat.

That’s when Kagerou pulls you back, almost jealously, and releases your hands. But before you can move, she wraps her hands around your breasts, giving each a firm squeeze. Her claws dig into your flesh, shocking you with pain and drawing blood.

Kogasa just smiles and steps back. Kagerou rolls your breasts around in her hands, as Kogasa kicks off her geta. Then Kogasa shimmies her skirt off, revealing long, smooth legs and a pair of panties that, even in the moonlight, are visibly soaked through.

As if her excitement wasn’t obvious enough.

Kagerou pinches your nipples, still taking the occasional sniff. Kogasa hooks her fingers into the waistband. A palm leaves your tormented breasts to circle your navel. The panties slide down Kogasa’s leg, as Kagerou’s leg presses against your ass. For a moment, you’re drawn to the neatly trimmed hair just above Kogasa’s folds. Despite everything, a familiar heat builds inside you.

Then her hand moves further down, cupping your slick panties. Slick from sweat.

Hopefully.

Kogasa kneels down and lifts one of your feet. As Kagerou rubs circles over your crotch and massages your breast. Kogasa slides your geta off, one at a time. Then Kagerou’s hand slides back up to the waistband, to give it a quick tug. A gasp escapes your lips. The fabric tightens on your ass and slips between your outer folds, before she releases it. Kogasa slides off your socks next, as Kagerou slides her hand back down, pressing the fabric in, just slightly.

Kogasa gently licks the underside of your foot. It tickles. Kagerou presses one finger between your folds. Your breath hitches. Kogasa’s tongue slides along your sole, happily tasting your skin and sweat. It still tickles. Kagerou slides her finger up and down, eliciting small quakes and spasms in you. Kogasa wraps her lips around your toes, sliding her tongue between them. Even as Kagerou continues her assault, you can’t keep a giggle from escaping.

Kogasa releases your foot with a wet ‘pop’, staring up at you, confused.

Kagerou’s hand freezes. She releases your crotch, and spins you around. She grips your face and smashes her lips against yours. Her tongue forces its way through stunned lips, barreling through slack teeth. Kagerou explores your mouth, tasting everything she can reach.

A pair of hands hesitantly slide up your legs, slipping themselves underneath your panties.

Satisfied exploring, Kagerou focuses on your tongue. Tasting it, nudging it to one side or another. The hands hook themselves in your waistband. The night air blows against your ass, as your panties sink down your legs.

A growl reverberates down your throat as Kagerou’s hands clench, biting into your scalp.
Scared, you push your tongue forward. The growl stops. Nervously, you slide along her lips. A hum of satisfaction. You press in a bit further.

A tongue slides up your ass, gliding between the cheeks. You yelp, knocking Kagerou out of the kiss.

“God damn it!”

Frozen, you stare at the bared teeth of her scowl. She pushes herself off of you. In one quick motion, she grips the panties around your ankles, and yanks them off each leg. She presses them to your nose, filling it with your scent. You let out one ragged breath.

“Open up.”

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[X] Open. No hope of escape now. Maybe you can try to enjoy it. Somehow.
[X] Refuse. Damn it, they can take your virginity, but not your pride.
[X] Bargain. Angering them is bad, but you can’t stand the thought of tasting yourself like this.
[X] Scream. Then run. If you make it back into the trees, maybe you can hide? Or find a youkai who won’t assault you just yet?
>> No. 38373
[X] Bargain. Angering them is bad, but you can’t stand the thought of tasting yourself like this.
>> No. 38374
[X] Bargain. Angering them is bad, but you can’t stand the thought of tasting yourself like this.
>> No. 38377
[X] Open. No hope of escape now. Maybe you can try to enjoy it. Somehow.
>> No. 38386
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38386
[X] Bargain. Angering them is bad, but you can’t stand the thought of tasting yourself like this.

Legs quaking, you press a hand against the offered panties, cringing as they squish against your palm. Another growl rises through Kagerou’s throat. Her hand grips your shoulder, long nails digging into your flesh. Razor sharp teeth glisten behind a snarling lip.

“Please! Let me do something else!”

The words just spilled out. You’re powerless here, but this is just too much. Unfortunately, Kagerou’s patience has run thin. She knocks your hand away, pressing the panties against your pursed lips.

“Open. Up.

Your mind spins. A small taste of your pussy on your lips. Blood trickles down your shoulder, from where her nails have dug in. For all you know, she might well kill you if you don’t comply. Lips quivering, you try to will them open.

Nothing happens. The blood trails slowly down your arm, and Kagerou’s growl grows only louder. You can’t do it. You just can’t. The thought of letting that thing on your tongue is just too much.

Kagerou’s teeth part. Maybe to say something, maybe to bite you. Your hands fly to her wrists, straining to keep them away.

“Anything!” You blurt out. “Anything else.”

Kagerou stops, pulling her hand away for a moment.

You’re entire body’s shaking now. Adrenaline drowns out whatever you felt before.

Kagerou stares hard at you, the closes her eyes. She lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Fine.” She tosses your panties away, then returns her gaze to you, leering.

Kogasa starts humming. Into your ass.

A smile creeps up Kagerou’s face. A lecherous, domineering smirk. She claps her hands together, moistening them with the fluid from your panties. She then brings them to your face, trailing that juice down your cheeks.

Then, gripping them, she pulls your head in close. She’s a bit taller than you expected, your eyes are brought only to her lower lip. She angles your head back, until you’re staring at her eyes.

“Part those pretty little lips for me, okay?”

She slides a pinky down your neck, nail resting against your jugular.

You open your mouth, lips dry and trembling.

She puckers her lips, and for a moment you think she’s just going for another kiss. She swishes her cheeks back and forth. It’s like she’s sampling some kind of fine wine. Or trying to eat something that’s too chewy. She learns her head forward, positioned her lips just over yours.

Kogasa’s tongue slides up your ass one last time. Then she presses it against your anus. You can’t help but flinch, but keep your lips parted. Kogasa may have her sights set on violating you, but you’re mostly certain she’ll never kill you. Kagerou’s a short-tempered mystery.

Kagerou parts her lips just slightly. Clear, lukewarm fluid pours from them down your tongue. There’s no taste. It just feels like…

Your own saliva. She’s feeding you her spit.

Kagerou opens wide, sliding her tongue out. Small bubbles slide down her tongue as more drool drops down. You cringe as it starts to pool near your throat.

Kagerou slides her thumbs between your lips, pulling your mouth wide open. Slowly, deliberately, she pushes one last, large dollop off her tongue. It drops down, grazing your tongue to join the pool at the bottom.

“Good girl.” Gently, she guides your lips back together. Your legs shake as Kogasa’s tongue continues to press against you, insistently probing your anus.

“Swallow.” Cringing against the slimy feeling of it, you force Kagerou’s spit down your throat. You suppress a shudder as it goes down, but then relax as most of it leaves your mouth.

Then the tip of the tongue forces its way past your sphincter. You plant your arms against Kogasa’s head, as her efforts threaten to throw you off-balance. In response, she wraps her hands around your hips, pressing her face further against your ass. Pushing through, her slick tongue slides against your walls. Despite everything, a small fire builds inside you. Some part of your body enjoys this.

Kagerou steps back, pulling your head level on the way. She bends down to reach the hem of her dress.

In one smooth motion, she hikes it up and throws it over her shoulders. Soft brown fur forms a thin carpet over most of her body. Arms, legs, and sides are completely covered. It thins out over her breasts, belly, and crotch, but it stops completely at her wrists and ankles. Kagerou throws the dress aside, leaving it to land somewhere in the soft grass of the clearing. Her feet are already bare, leaving only a lacy black bra and matching panties between you and what’s to come.

For a few moments, Kogasa’s content to just taste you. The tip of her tongue slides in circles along your inner perimeter. Then she shoves her tongue forward again. Walls clench and your legs lock. You clench against her, straining to keep her out. But millimeter by millimeter her tongue forces itself deeper and deeper. You strain against it, but soon it’s pointless. With one last push, the Kogasa forces the last of her tongue inside.

Kagerou clears her throat. Focusing back on her, you find her lacy, black bra and the heavy breasts within filling your vision. With a snap, Kagerou releases the latch. But rather than pull them off, she guides your head to one breast.

“Take it off for me, okay?”

Unsure, you bite the cup. Kagerou pulls back, sliding her arms through the loops on the way. Finally, the garment falls limp, hanging from your teeth. Returning to you, she pulls it out. She flips it around and rubs the cup against your nose.

“Tell me dear, how do I smell?”

All you smell is sweat and fur.

“…Good?”

“Good girl.”

Kagerou drops the bra behind her. She returns her hands to your scalp and presses you between her breasts.

Kogasa’s tongue slides back out of your ass. Then, just as the tip reaches your sphincter, she forces it back in. Her slick tongue once more grinding into your ass. Shoving its way back through the tired muscle, she sinks back to the… hilt. Uncomfortably full once more, you can’t help but shiver. Then she thrusts her tongue forward again. No human tongue could possibly extend so far up your ass. Impossibly, it keeps going. Then, finally, it stops. Wet muscle fills you nearly to bursting.

Your legs give out. Kogasa’s hands are now all that keeps you upright. Small tremors crawl up and down your body.

Pulling your head back, Kagerou grabs one of her breasts and presses it toward your mouth.
Nervously, you give the nipple a light kiss. Just tastes a little salty. Kogasa’s tongue finally slides out, your walls contracting around it. Her hands leave your hips. Your ass jerks back slightly, until the tip finally clears your entrance.

Kagerou shoves your head forward, stretching your lips wide open to fit her massive breast. Taut, soft flesh fills your mouth. She wants more. You slide your tongue along it, grazing her nipple. Kagerou hums.

Something cool and hard presses against your ass. Thinner than Kogasa’s tongue; some kind of rod? You try to ignore it. Kogasa can do what she wants. Kagerou demands your attention. You slide your tongue black down, then up again. Her nipple is rock hard. Then you stop and focus your attention on the nipple itself. You flick it with your tongue once or twice, then narrow your lips to give a hard suck. Kagerou lets out a heavy moan.

Good. She probably won’t hurt you. You gently pull yourself back to move to her other breast, as Kogasa’s rod pulls back.

Slam! Your whole body jerks forward as the rod crashes through, sinking deep into your ass. You stumble briefly, effectively impaled on Kogasa’s rod. Hard metal grinds against sensitive walls. Shaking, you try to focus on the breast, licking circles around the nipple. Kagerou wraps her arms around your back. You plant a kiss directly on the nipple, before clamping down on it. This time, you suck it gently, pressing your lips softly to it. You look up to Kagerou’s now softer face.

The rod pulls back, almost dragging your ass with it. It stops just short of exiting completely. Then it pushes forward again, shoving itself painfully deep inside you. It pulls back, then thrusts forward, scraping against your insides. You jerk and groan, muffled by Kagerou’s breast. Kogasa’s rod fucks you slowly at first. The pleasure of stimulation mixes with the pain of it’s hard, unyielding surface.

Slick, sticky fluid trickles down your leg, from your increasingly wet pussy.

Kogasa licks your now exposed clit. Pleasure blasts through your system. Quakes and spasms fire up and down your body as the rod pushes in and out. Your legs involuntarily clamp together as Kogasa rubs her tongue against you.

Then with one last, shuddering breath, you hit the edge. Time stands still.

This is it. Your first time. Not with a man or woman that you loved. But instead with a pair of strange, overpowering youkai. In the middle of nowhere. One of whom you’re certain you’ve never even met.

They barely even touched your pussy.

The rod surges forward, pushing you over. Pleasure now sears through you, and every ounce of strength evaporates. You sink forward, once more buried between Kagerou’s breasts.

Kagerou grabs you by the shoulders and eases you down. She gently lays your back on the cool grass. Blearily, you lift your head to see Kogasa kneel between your legs. Even now, you find the way she stares at it almost cute. Like a priestess before her god, or something. You pray she’s just admiring your crotch. Would be nice for a youkai to give you some space. Just once.

If only you could use their fixation on you, somehow. To hold others off, if nothing else.

Kagerou stands up, turns toward Kogasa, and plants her feet by your head.

Black, lacy panties slide down into view, held taut between a pair of furry legs. You look back up to see Kagerou’s firm, smooth ass as she lifts one leg, sliding it out of her panties. Not even bothering with the other leg, she drops her knees to the ground. Thick, heavy thighs slowly, deliberately sink on either side of your head, dragging her ass ever closer.

Kagerou’s ass fills your vision, as its weight settles against your face. Then one of your legs are flung up and over a shoulder. Kogasa drapes a leg over your other one.

Kogasa’s pussy presses against yours.

Nervously, you try to look up, but see nothing beyond Kagerou’s backside. Kagerou leans forward just a touch, sliding her pussy against your lips.

“You know what to do, right?

There was still that threat, hidden in her voice. She still doesn’t trust you, and you still don’t know what she’ll do if you don’t cooperate. You give her pussy a kiss. She moans, softly this time. Almost cutely.

Then she clamps her furry thighs against your head, giving you a painful squeeze. She leans back, pressing your nose against her anus. Her ass fills your nostrils, smothering you. You press your tongue to her entrance, silently praying for mercy as your lungs strain. Kogasa slams her pussy against yours, shocking you with pleasure. The fire returns to your belly as she grinds against you.

Tears build in your eyes as pleasure builds in your crotch. You wrap your hands around Kagerou’s hips. You push your tiring tongue inside Kagerou’s folds, filling your tongue with her taste. Kagerou leans forward again, pressing herself to your lips. Finally free, your nose sucks in as much air as you can get. Kagerou’s smell still dominates it. You try to stir her up, pushing against her walls. You push in and out, trying to build a rhythm that’ll keep you going until she comes.

Then Kogasa’s pussy grazes your clit. You seize up for a second. Shocks fire across your body. Worried, you try to pick up the pace. Kagerou starts rocking against you, sliding her pussy against your face. You try to keep thrusting your tongue. In and out, in and out. Kagerou’s trembling, but Kogasa’s still rocking against you. Your crotch burns, your muscles quake, and you’re certain you won’t be moving once Kogasa finishes.

If Kagerou doesn’t climax, what’ll she do to you?

You pull your tongue out of Kagerou’s core, to slide up along her folds, as far as you can reach. Straining, you rub it against her clit. Kagerou quakes, leaning further, bringing her clit closer. You focus your efforts there. You press your tongue back and forth across it. Kagerou trembles.
You see, taste, and smell nothing but Kagerou. Her ass, her sweat, her arousal.

Kogasa smashes her pussy against yours. Your muscles seize. You’re almost there. Again. You drag your tongue back to Kagerou’s folds, ramming it in. In. Out. You pump it in and out as hard as you can, straining your neck and tongue to finish her off. Kagerou drags her clit against your chin, sending her off the edge. Heavy, powerful thighs lock together against your head, grinding your skull. A howling scream rips through the night as juices pour down your tongue.

Then Kogasa hits you just right, sending you off. Your breath catches as your body seizes. Pleasure overwhelms you as every muscle in your body quakes and spasms.

Then everything goes black.

Vision soon returns, followed by the scent of Kagerou’s ass. Long nails stroke your hair. Kagerou’s thighs still weigh down on you, her pussy resting on your lips.
“Just clean it up, okay?”

Slowly, you slide your tongue along Kagerou’s slit, still dripping with arousal. And slowly, her remaining juices slide down your tongue. Kogasa hugs your leg, kissing the heel.

Kagerou leans forward, planting her hands on your breasts. Idly, she pulls them away from each other, then pushes them against each other. Pain builds as she squeezes too tight, but mercifully, she lets go. Instead, she simply starts to knead them.

Kagerou releases your breasts to lean back, once more burying your nose in her ass. You suck air in through your mouth. Kagerou presses her heel against your entrance, now bringing only pain. She grinds slowly against it.

Finally, you lick what you hope to be the last traces of Kagerou’s arousal from her slit. The taste is gone, at least. Exhausted, you let your tongue fall back behind your lips.

Kagerou’s crotch finally slides out of view, dropping just behind your head. Once more the scents and taste of the cool night air fill your lungs. Finally, it’s over.

A pair of hands slide against your cheeks, lifting your head up. Grass rustles as Kagerou’s thighs sidle up against your shoulders. Kagerou lets go, dropping your head into her lap.
Dropping your head onto her bare pussy.

Whatever. It doesn’t matter anymore. Kogasa’s leg drapes across your torso, pressing its heel against your left breast. Kagerou’s fingers slide through your hair.

But that’s it. Maybe they’re satisfied. Maybe you’re just too tired to care anymore. But they’re… quiet now. Slowly, exhaustion takes its toll.

You fall asleep.
>> No. 38387
Intermission

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You were so busy worrying about getting home, you almost forgot why you even left the village.

Who are you, and what happened?

[X] The only daughter of a minor noble. You were invited to a local ball put on by Remilia Scarlet. Your parents expected you to find a chance to marry up there. You hid near the mausoleum instead.

[X] The youngest daughter of a working-class family. You’d left the village to deliver a banner to lady Byakuren, who talked your ears off.

[X] The eldest daughter of a single mother. Your mother’s enemies had kidnapped you and dropped you off in the wilderness, presumably to die. Mercifully, most of the youkai just passed by. As if you didn't exist to them.

[X] The middle child of a large, farming family. You’d left the village to visit them, but homesickness kept you too long. And that one goddess got weirdly cozy with you.

[X] Write-in.

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Very short intermission to cover basic backstory and give you a chance to customize Naoko a bit. If you're not interested in that, consider it a chance to nudge Naoko toward one group or another. Expect the next post by Wednesday or Thursday.
>> No. 38388
[X] The middle child of a large, farming family. You’d left the village to visit them, but homesickness kept you too long. And that one goddess got weirdly cozy with you.

Akis need more love.
>> No. 38389
>>38387
[X] The middle child of a large, farming family. You’d left the village to visit them, but homesickness kept you too long. And that one goddess got weirdly cozy with you.

Either the Akis or Hina.

Worth
>> No. 38391
[X] The eldest daughter of a single mother. Your mother’s enemies had kidnapped you and dropped you off in the wilderness, presumably to die. Mercifully, most of the youkai just passed by. As if you didn't exist to them.

I'm apparently having a stroke or something right now as I can't figure out what this is referring to, so I'll just fall back onto the tried and true method of voting for it and hoping for the best.

Also hope I didn't fuck up the spoiler tags.
>> No. 38392
>>38391

Closest I can think of is Koishi. She is the one with the magic 'forget-me-now' subconscious aura thing.
>> No. 38395
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That’s right, the farm.

For most farmers, their worst year was either the Scarlet Mist Incident, or the endless winter. For your family, is was one bad summer.

Last year, a youkai attacked your home. The following night, another came. For weeks, they came. Some crept around your house, seeking open doors or loose windows. Others smashed their way in, through doors, windows, or walls. Some crashed through the ceiling, some dug up from the ground. A few slipped through cracks between the boards.

Some didn’t even wait for nightfall, striking in broad daylight as you worked the farm. It was never more than one or two at a time, but it never seemed to end. If not for Hiroki and Ayame, they would have taken you in the first few days.

Of course, you and your family were prepared for youkai attacks, as they were just part of life on the farms. But the constant barrage and lost sleep wore them down. You did what you could to ease their burdens, scaring off what youkai you could, without waking or calling for them. Unfortunately, you weren’t strong, gifted, or magical.

It was like every monster you imagined as a child was now terrifyingly real. Even the little detail that it was you, specifically, that they wanted.

Really, it was just the why that was different. The fact that the monsters had always technically been there didn’t help too much.

But your parents, your elder siblings, and even Youta helped keep them off you for weeks. Every night, they’d creep and crawl, or they’d bash the door down. But they never got past your family.

Until her.

That night, you were certain that it would happen. That she would have her way with you. It seemed as if nothing was going to come between this girl and what she wanted. Yet somehow, Ayame pulled through. You realized you could hold off the inevitable no longer. The next morning, you packed and moved to the village.

Then, one week ago, Ayame showed up, offering to escort you back home for a visit. You’d been apart for a year, after growing up your entire life with them. As unnerving as the farm had become, you couldn’t bear to say no.

The week flew by before you knew it.

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It was the last night of your visit. The weak, violet light of a late sunset poured in through the lone window of the warehouse loft. Thankfully, the orange light of your lamp drowned it out. You often came here when you were younger to vent frustrations, or just to be alone. This time, you kneeled over a simple page of numbers, glancing over it one more time. You’d already learned to read and write, so you’d been studying math.

A soft, cool breeze wafted in through the open window.

Then a slender hand cupped your chin. Looking up, you saw a stern face framed in short blonde hair, with a pair of leaves in it.

“Naoko Honda, right?” Her voice was small, but kind of silvery.

You wouldn’t mind listening to it a bit more.

“Yes?”

You couldn’t help the tone. How did she even get in here? The only thing on her slender frame was a simple red dress with its hem cut in an odd leaf-pattern. Did she fly in? Could she fly in?
“Good. I’m Shizuha Aki, you may have heard of me.”

Surprisingly, you had. Your older sister, Ayame, was a trained priestess, whose skill in exorcism had saved your ass several times during the bad summer. She was also the only priestess of Shizuha that you’d ever heard of.

Shizuha cleared her throat.

“I hate you.”

…What?

Did your sister’s own goddess personally visit you, just to say that?

You couldn’t decide whether to be hurt, or just shocked.

“You’re the reason I’ll lose my only priestess for miles.”

“…I’m not sure what you mean. You’re the only reason Ayame ever wanted to become a priestess in the first place.”

Shizuha let out a tired, frustrated sigh.

“Yes, I am.” She stepped forward to kneel in front of you.

“And she expects me to protect you, somehow. Like I’m one of the mountain goddesses, or something.” She looked down at your paper, scrutinizing it like it owed her money.

“You’re going to get raped by a youkai, you know that?”

That.

So, you had to address this, huh?

“Nonsense, they haven’t shown up for months.”

It was true. They hadn’t attacked once during your visit.

“And what happens when they do?”

“I-”

“Don’t bother.” Shizuha cut you off, levelling a glare at you. “Maybe it’ll be tomorrow. Or in a week. Or a month. But it’s going to happen. And you know what that’ll mean?”

“Ayame will give up on me, and move to someone stronger. Kanako, Bishamonten, maybe even the Hakurei god. It doesn’t even have a name, and it would probably do a better job than I ever could.”

“But doesn’t Kanako just ser-”

“Honestly.” Shizuha grabbed your cheeks, pulling your gaze to hers.

“What does she expect me to do? I turn leaves red, and knock them off trees.” She tilted your head slightly. “It’s enough for her little art club of a congregation, but I can’t part a sea.”

She let go. Turning around, she glided behind you.

“Honestly, I should just get it over with.”

You didn’t like the sound of that.

“Just fly over to the woods, leave you there, and watch the results.”

You turned around, scooting slowly back.

“Seriously, it’s such a pain the neck. Why bother doing anything for someone who’s just going to spit on me in a month?” She crept forward.

You bumped against the wall.

Shizuha’s hands slid onto your knees. Softly, she stroked your cheek.

“Lucky for you, I’m a problem solver. I can’t cure you, but I just might be able to help you.”

A smirk broke out across her face.

“I think I’ll dig a basement and lock you in it.”

You gulped. “I’d honestly rather you didn’t…”

“Oh, how about a cage then?”

You shook your head. Your sister’s goddess wasn’t this cold, was she?

“Fine. A leash it is. I suppose I could take you for the occasional walk that way.” Shizuha crawled onto your lap. She placed her hands on your shoulders.

You just shook your head again.

She let out a melodramatic sigh. “Oh fine. Then maybe you have some bright ideas?”

You looked away. It’s not like you never considered this, but what could you do? Anyone with any real power was either the very thing you feared, or was surrounded by such things.

She wrapped her arms around your back, pulling you forward just slightly. Then, she laid her head against your neck, hugging you.

“You can’t win, you know. Not like this. You really need to protect yourself.”

“But is there anything I can do?”

Shizuha pulled back, sliding her eyes down your body.

A short, tight breath. “Not my area of expertise. But I need you happy, for her.”

She leaned in, planting a short peck of a kiss on your cheek.

Pulling back, she continued. “So you need to figure something out, okay?”

She put on a thin smile that was probably supposed to be reassuring.

“I’ll try.”

Then she slid a hand down to your hip.

“Just remember, if you lose me one of my precious few priestesses, I will… punish you.”

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To be continued.
>> No. 38396
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You awake to the most girlish shriek you’ve ever heard. Shivering in the cold dew and grass of an early summer morning, you crane your head back. Kagerou stands behind you, fuzzy legs crossed and arms wrapped tight around her breasts. What the hell?

“Wh… I- w- d-” Half-formed sounds tumble out of her mouth as her skin burns cherry red.

Meanwhile, a pair of breasts squirm against your thigh, smooth slit sliding pressing against the knee. Kagerou steps around you, reaching down to pick up a black bra on the way. You try to pull yourself up, only for pain to flare across your back. Flexing your arms and legs, you find most of your body sore.

At least you can taste things other than Kagerou now. Glancing back at her, you realize the fur’s noticeably thinner now. Even at its thickest, it’s not really a carpet anymore. It’s more ‘hairy’ than ‘furry’ now. As she slides the black panties up her legs, you could swear there’s something missing there.

Split personality? Was she drunk? Drugged?

No, she was definitely under the effect of… whatever you have.

Does sex cure it?

If so, you hope it’s not just that. You barely made it through two youkai at once. The amount you’d need go through to achieve any real safety out here would be just impossible. Still, it’s be better than nothing, you guess.

Kagerou flips her hair out and over her dress. Something is definitely different about her head.

“What’s your name?”

“Naoko.” That goddamn voice. You’re not sure you can say no to her any more. Not for a while, at least.

Then she launches into the air and disappears. Just like that.

“Boo!” Pain screams through your body as you launch into a sitting position. Kogasa just shouted that… into your pussy. What the hell is it with her and vocalizing to your genitals? And she has the gall to give you the brightest, most cheery smile you’ve ever seen.

At least she’s let go of your leg.

Then she just stands up and grabs her own light blue panties.

“You’re the most surprise-able person I’ve ever met.”

“Have you actually shouted into someone’s crotch before?”

“Well, not really…” She blushes at that.

Kogasa’s different too. She’s not alarmed, but she’s giving you space now. Maybe the sex really does cure it.

“But you know, your ass was just sooo delicious.”

Guess not.

“I wonder if I could eat something from it?”

Your head turns to her. She’s sliding her vest over the blouse. The skirt’s already there. She walks toward you, finger to her chin.

“Maybe sushi?”

She’s not serious, is she?

“Nah, I should start with something simple, like carrots or cucumbers.”

Please, for the love of god, don’t let her be serious.

She drops to her knees next to you. Then grips the bottom of her vest. In one motion, she pulls it, along with her blouse, up above her breasts. Glistening nipples and pale pink areola greet you.

Either you’ve been desensitized to nudity very quickly, or you’re just too damn tired and sore to care that she’s flashing you.

She drops it back down, then shrugs.

“It was worth a try. Here.” She drops her bra on in your lap.

You look up at her.

“Wolfy broke yours, remember?”

Your camisole, right. Torn apart, like your obi.

As weird as it feels to use someone else’s underwear, your hands appear to be tied here. You flex your arms a bit, testing their capabilities. Most of your strength is back, at least.

You push your arms through the straps, then pull the bra over your shoulders and try to work the clasp.

“Here, I’ll get it.” Kogasa leans in and snaps it shut.

It… hangs a bit loose, but it’s probably better than nothing. Mostly hides the naughtiest bits, at least.

Kogasa hands you your panties. You slide them down your legs, slowly, to ease the strain.
They don’t feel too great. But again, not really any options.

Then Kogasa presents you with your kimono. It’s… seen better days. It was only ever a cheap single-layer affair, but it did the job. Without anything to properly tie it together though…

Grunting, you throw it over your shoulders and push your arms through the sleeves. Slowly, you haul yourself upright and, clutching the sides, wrap it around you yourself. You’ll show a lot of skin if you ever need your hands for anything.

“Oh wait!”

Kogasa gives you a peppy smile and places her finger to her lips.

“You know, I can still taste it a little… wanna share?”

…What?

Oh. Oh hell.

“No.”

Kogasa shrugged, grinning. “Suit yourself, I suppose.”

“So where do you want to go?”

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[X] “The Village.” Really, you just want to rest, safe behind the walls. Besides, you need to wash last night off your body.

[X] “I’ll be fine on my own.” No. No, no, no. Fuck this. You’ll throw yourself to the youkai before you learn one more goddamn thing about the nuances of that part of your body.

[X] “…Where did Kagerou go?” You can’t help but wonder just why she reacted the way she did. Did she have a change of heart?

[X] Write-in.
>> No. 38398
[X] “The Village.” Really, you just want to rest, safe behind the walls. Besides, you need to wash last night off your body.
>> No. 38402
[X] “The Village.” Really, you just want to rest, safe behind the walls. Besides, you need to wash last night off your body.
>> No. 38403
[X] “…Where did Kagerou go?” You can’t help but wonder just why she reacted the way she did. Did she have a change of heart?
>> No. 38406
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[X] “The Village.” Really, you just want to rest, safe behind the walls. Besides, you need to wash last night off your body.

“I think I’ll just go back to the village.”

“Okie-dokie.”

And just like that, Kogasa scoops you up in her arms, pulling you into a princess carry. You’re not entirely comfortable resting against her bust, but you’re far too tired to complain.

“Hey, I just thought of something.” Kogasa leaps forward, clutching you tight. “I don’t think I’ve ever had sex before. That’s kind of a weird thing for an umbrella to do, huh?”

Is that the part she’s concerned with?

“Anyway, I’m pretty sure that’s normally something only lovers do…” She skips between a pair of trees. “But I don’t think we are, yet…” You wrap your arms around her neck as she slips beneath a low branch. “And then there’s wolfy. She also had sex with you.”

“But a single night doesn’t make us lovers, right?”

“Hm…” Kogasa hummed thoughtfully. “But we’re going to have more, right? A lot more?”

Shit, you should have seen that coming. “Uh. I can’t say we won’t…” It sounds lame, but you are not giving her any reason to turn around.

“Good enough for me! And if you don’t feel like it, then I just gotta force you again, right?”

“Please don’t.” She knew she was doing that?

“Hm, hmm~” Kogasa hums. She pulls you in for a hug, nuzzling her cheek against yours.

She skips out of the woods, onto the packed dirt of the road. You see the village walls in the distance as the sun rises behind you.

Then her feet leave the ground. And the hand on your back slides to your butt. Because of course it does.

Then she starts stroking it. Mercifully, her levitation covers ground fast, and you soon reach the gates.

How on earth did you ever expect to outrun her?

“Stop right there.”

Two guardsmen stand in front of the gatehouse, spears pointed directly at you. Sunlight shines off lightly plated armor.

“Let her down.” The right one says.

“Uh, okay!” Kogasa sets you down. Your muscles protest, but you don’t quite collapse. It’s only when your bare feet touch the ground, that you realize you left something behind.

The right one gestures his spear toward you. “You may enter.”

Cautiously, you limp past the guards, reaching the gate. Their spears remain trained on Kogasa.

“Oh, come on! I’ve been behaving. I haven’t hurt anyone yet!”

Your hands reach the gate as another pair touches your shoulders. They spin you around, pulling you face to face with Kogasa again. She plants a full kiss on your lips, then pulls back.

She sticks out her tongue. “You haven’t seen the last of me!”

She lets out a short giggle and allows the guards to pull her away.

Awkwardly, you wave at her before turning back around to open the gate.

You close the gate behind you, walking through the dimly lit chamber of reinforced wood. It’s like a miracle. You’re finally inside the walls, and both your captors are gone. Finally, you’re safe.

You open the second gate, and step down onto the village’s main thoroughfare.

Even in the early morning hours, merchants, artisans, and visitors fill the streets here. Shakily, you push your way into the crowd, clutching your loose kimono around you. Mercifully, no one seems to notice.

You still can’t quite get over the sheer gulf in the youkai’s behavior between last night and now. You step off the busy market streets to a small residential district. The streets here are quiet, but noticeably thinner.

Kogasa wasn’t too different, just more sedate in her perversion than expected. But Kagerou? The one who did all of that? And she’s the one to freak out?

As if you’d forced it on her?

You pass by a few small houses to reach a small apartment block. You take one hand off your kimono to push open the door to your house.

There’s not much inside. A futon in the far-left corner, a thin wardrobe lining the right wall, and a low table in the near-left corner. A pair of romance novels by your bed are the most personal items you own. Soft, slow romance. You close the door behind you.

You drag yourself to the futon and drop to your knees.

You’re home. You’re safe.

Now you just need to stay that way. And at this point, you may need to address your little talent to so. It’s not like the village is completely free of youkai, after all.

But you still don’t know much. It sends nearby youkai into a frenzy, but last night was not your first encounter with Kogasa. She’d tried to scare you or sell you a lock once or twice before.

Is that normal, or was Kogasa an exception? You’re pretty sure you never met Kagerou before last night, and she was worse. Which one was the exception?

Sex does not cure the effects of your talent, does it? It certainly didn’t cure Kogasa.

You can’t help but rub your ass at the thought.

Then you look down your torso. With your hands resting against the futon, there’s little to hide your smooth belly, or Kogasa’s ill-fitting bra, from the world. You can’t keep walking around in this. And then there’s the lingering smell you’ve been ignoring.

You need to wash the sex off.

Grumbling, you haul yourself to your feet. You open your wardrobe to pull out a simple, rustic red kimono. Then you grab a simple gray bra and matching pair of panties. Closing the wardrobe, you bundle them up with a small bag of coins. Wrapping your current kimono around yourself again, you press the bundle to your chest to help keep the kimono closed.
Precisely who does your aura affect anyway? Are ex-humans affected? What about fairies? Or…

“I will… punish you.”

Are gods vulnerable to it?

What about magicians or hermits?

Shaking the thought off, you push your door open and step back into the streets. Making your way to the bathhouse, you’re once more brought back to alert. You scan the crowd for rabbit ears, red hats with puffballs, giant pink clouds, and anything else you can think of.

Mercifully, the trip to the bathhouse is uneventful. Your muscles still creak and groan, but you’re getting used to it.

Stepping inside, you hand the attendant coins for admittance, and a little extra for soap and a towel. Collecting the items, you proceed to through the pink curtain. Warm steam and quiet dripping greet you on the other side. Smooth, moist tiles greet your feet as you walk through the largely empty room.

There are the usual shelves, buckets, and pools. But otherwise you’re largely alone.

Not really a surprise though; the baths are usually more of an evening activity anyway.

You set your bundle on a shelf, then shrug off your kimono and set it next to the bundle. Your panties and Kogasa’s bra soon follow. Then, stepping back, you settle onto a stool. You take the soap and lather up. You need a plan. Sliding the lather down your arms and legs, you consider your options.

You’re up against potentially terrifying youkai. Small spells or weak gods might buy you time, but they won’t save from the big ones. You need an ace.

You get more lather and rub it up and down your torso. A strong guardian would be nice, but your hope of relying on any of them is negligible. You rub your lathered hands across your face, almost hoping to just wish the frustration away.

Warm water crashes over you.

You spin around to find a slender woman holding an upturned bucket. Her scowl and short, blonde hair are familiar, but you can’t quite place it. Her breasts are also a bit smaller than your own, barely large enough to wrap a hand around, you think.

“So, how was your night?” She all but growled.

Shizuha.

You open your mouth, only for her to cut you off.

“You reek of sex. Or you did, I suppose. Please, do tell me how that happened.”

Of all the things you could say, you decide to settle on simple honesty. After all, Kogasa’s still around, apparently ready to lovingly describe every detail. The incident with the guards will probably keep her out of your hair for a while, but she’s coming back.

That’s just who she is.

“I didn’t make it.”

Shizuha lets out a surprisingly soft sigh. Then she grabs your wrist and drags you over to the bath. She settles in. You slip one foot into the hot water, then the other. Slowly, you ease yourself down next to her.

“Ayame’s not the only one who’s worried, you know. She’s just the only one silly enough to ask a nobody like me for help.” Shizuha grumbles, but slides her arm around your back, giving a gentle squeeze. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.” You’d rather just forget it happened.

Shizuha lets out a long sigh. “Guess I just have to tell Ayame I failed then. I wonder who she’ll follow next.”

“You don’t have to, do you?”

“Asking a goddess to lie now, are you?” Shizuha turns toward you, sliding her arm back. She sits on your feet, looking right at you. “Now tell me, do you think I should also lie the next time this happens? What about the time after that?”

She pulls you in. Water swishes as she all but presses her breasts against yours. “And what should I say when she inevitably learns the truth, hm?”

“There won’t be a next time.” You almost pout.

“Oh, so you did come up with something?”

You nudge her back and stand up.

“I have a few… ideas.” You turn around and step out of the bath.

You take a bucket of cool water and pour it over yourself. You then grab your towel and start drying yourself off. You’re only hope of true safety is to make a powerful ally soon, but even attempting to do so will put you in substantial danger. Rubbing the last bit of excess moisture out, you head to the shelves to grab your fresh clothes.

A wet hand grabs your shoulder and spins you around. Shizuha plants a soft kiss on your lips. She then blushes and looks away.

Confused, you reach for your panties and slide them up your legs. Shizuha starts drying off as you grab the bra. Sliding it over your arms, you snap it shut.

“So, who was it?”

“What?”

“Who did it to you?”

You’d really just rather forget.

“Can we talk about it later?”

“Fine.”

You pull the red kimono over your shoulders, carefully setting it into position. Then you wrap the obi around it and tie it off.
You’re finally dressed.

Which is when a now dry hand slides down your back. Shizuha wraps her arms around your torso, pulling you close.

“I’m not letting you go anymore, you know.”

“So, where to?”

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[X] Bar. The only thing you need right now is some good booze. Maybe you can make a helpful friend while you're there?

[X] Plaza. Maybe there’s a performance? A good song or act would do wonders for you.

[X] Bookstore. You need to know more about youkai and/or your talent. Maybe something about magic too.

[X] Roadside Shrines. Try one of the weaker, safe gods. They won't solve your problems, but you need something.

[X] Write-in

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With Thanksgiving out of the way, I should be back to the regular weekly schedule. Hopefully future updates will be better refined as well.
>> No. 38407
[X] Bookstore. You need to know more about youkai and/or your talent. Maybe something about magic too.

can't go wrong with more info
>> No. 38408
[X] Bookstore. You need to know more about youkai and/or your talent. Maybe something about magic too.

Hm... Kosuzu/Mamizou maybe?
>> No. 38409
[ze] Bar. The only thing you need right now is some good booze. Maybe you can make a helpful friend while you're there?

Friend gathering games.
>> No. 38410
[X] Bar. The only thing you need right now is some good booze. Maybe you can make a helpful friend while you're there?

Can't possibly go wrong.
>> No. 38411
I'm gonna ask for a tie-breaker, if someone would be so kind. First vote for visiting the bar or bookstore decides it.

If the tie is not broken within about 24 hours, I'll call it myself with a coin flip.
>> No. 38412
[X] Bookstore
>> No. 38413
And we're called for a visit to the bookstore. Expect an update at the usual time.
>> No. 38414
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[X] Bookstore. You need to know more about youkai and/or your talent. Maybe something about magic too.

“There’s a little bookstore I want to visit.”

“A bookstore? I suppose that would be safe enough. Lead the way then, mortal.” You’re sure she’s at least mostly joking with that last remark.

Shizuha lets go and you fix a pair of sandals onto your feet, then step onto the road. She falls into step beside you. She’s still wearing that red dress. You pass through streams of people, tuning out the low din of constant conversation to scan the faces that pass by.

There are plenty of youkai working or hiding in the village, and any one of them could bring about a repeat of last night. Furthermore, it’s only a matter of time before Kogasa returns. Weeks, at most.

You don’t have time to learn magic or exorcism. You can never quite be certain who’s youkai and who’s human. You barely even know the first thing about your little talent. You need information. Right the fuck now.

But this is not the first time you sought to correct this problem. In fact, you’ve searched every library and bookstore in the village to find clues to your nature. Well, all but one.

There is one store you’ve never dared touch. A store almost infamous for the strange events that cluster around it. No one’s quite certain why they happen, but in Gensokyo, it’s not hard to make an educated guess. Before, that was why you steered clear. Now it might just be your only hope.

Suzunaan.

There is, without a doubt, some sort of mystical influence there. Probably youkai. If you’re lucky, the visit will be uneventful. If not, then at least you’ll still be inside the walls, during the day. You need to take a risk now, or face certain peril later. And sadly, this is your best shot.

Then a thought strikes you.

“By the way, don’t you have some divine duties to attend to?”

“Goddess of Autumn, holding duties during the summer? Ridiculous.” Shizuha sneers, perhaps at fate itself.

“My sister has plenty to do, watching the crops and everything.” She lets out a quiet grumble. “What would I do? Paint trees out of season?” She scoffs. “That would go over well.”

“…Huh.” A part-time goddess? She’s right about Minoriko though. That girl spends tons of time around the farms. Supposedly, she’s checking the crops and preparing them for harvest. But you sometimes wonder if she’s just looking for free food from pious farmers. Or just making sure they don’t forget her; she does seem to offer food as often as the takes it. Still, something bugs you.

“You sure you want to stick to me like this?” You can’t help it. People getting clingy never ends well for you.

“It’s that or let you get fucked again.” You can’t help but wince at that. Does she have to be so damn blunt about it? “Besides, even if I didn’t need your sister so badly, I feel like I should at least try to protect you.”

That sounds reasonable enough. You hope.

You weave your way to a quiet street, just off the markets, near the wall. Not too many major businesses here, which is a mixed blessing. There are fewer strange faces to pick through, so the less human-like youkai are easier to pick out. But there are also fewer witnesses and capable fighters, so if something does go down, you’re in trouble.

Still better than the wilds, probably.

Finally, you stand before a simple doorway draped with small banners. Like with Kogasa, you’d made it a point to learn precisely where this is, to better avoid it whenever you had to come close.

Swallowing hard, you lift the banner and step into Suzunaan. It’s… dark. Sure, the doorway faces away from the sun, but the murky shadow smothering the interior still stuns you. Towering bookshelves, stacked so full of books that they pile on top, lurk in the shadows. Deep shade hides most of the walls, giving off the illusion of a vast, cavernous chamber.

“Good morning.” The attendant says, all bubbles and sunshine. Short, orange hair with little bells in it. Not a youkai, to your knowledge. She sits behind a simple table with a cup of writing utensils and a strange bronze instrument on top. A horn of some kind, maybe. “Is there something you’re looking for?”

“Yes. A book on youkai.”

She smiles, blankly, for a moment.

“…Like the Memento?”

“Not… quite.” You’ve skimmed through a copy of that once. It helped to pick out a few youkai you otherwise wouldn’t have noticed, but that’s about it. Youkai get too weird around you for main contents to be of any real use.

“Something more about how they act in general or…” You can’t help but blush at this, but you need the information, “their sexuality, especially.” A youkai mood-killer might save your ass. Or piss them off. That’s the trade-off when dealing with beings more powerful than you, you suppose.

“I honestly, sincerely, doubt that would help you, Naoko.” And Shizuha’s just a ray of sunshine, isn’t she?

“I- I don’t think we have anything so lewd.” The girl’s face is quite a bit redder than yours, but she maintains a mostly professional mask despite that. She steps out from behind the desk. She apparently favors a somewhat western fashion, with the red checkerboard shirt and green skirt under that apron.

‘Kosuzu’. That’s not the store’s name, is it hers?

“It might not be exciting enough but… Maybe a demonology book?”

She leads you down one of about… four isles, you think. The shadows make everything seem large and enigmatic, so you can’t be certain. She pulls down a black book bound in what looks like actual silver. Some odd red runes decorate the cover.

“It mostly describes some older youkai that don’t really appear anymore, but it does contain some speculations about their general behavior…” She pulls a sticker off the front edge and offers the book.

“Thanks, I’ll give it a look.” Gingerly, you take it up.

“I’m Kosuzu, by the way.” So, it was her name.

You open the cover.

A strange, crawling energy surges through you, then fades away. When it’s over, you’re still standing between shadowed shelves and creepier books. Shizuha and Kosuzu are still there. Relieved, you glance through the book. The inside cover contains an illustration of a woman with an intricate red dress and white hair cascading down her back. Odd veiny… shapes float behind her. Wings, maybe? The first page contains what appears to be a title.

In what sure as hell isn’t Japanese. Or English. Or any script you can identify. You skim through the next few pages. Sure enough, more gibberish. Then you stop.

You’re staring at a page with an illustration of a woman with large, purple wings. There’s a title just underneath, with smaller type in short clusters beneath that. Some kind of stats? The other page is a wall of incoherent text. Then the title changes.

‘Vampire’ it says. The text beneath changes as well. ‘Habitat: Lakes, marshes, and other still bodies of water.’ Then the next one: ‘Skills: Sucking blood, creating thralls, and molesting young maidens.’

Weird.

‘Demeanor: Proud, ambitious, horny.’

‘Desires: Naoko’s pussy.’

The book crashes to the floor. Shizuha looks at you.

“Uh, Naoko? What was that about?”

Kosuzu scrambles to pick the book off the ground. She looks at it, confused.

You stare at it for a moment, half-expecting the illustration to rise out and, well, do what the book implied. Are you seeing things now? What the hell was that?

“Are you okay, Ms. Naoko?”

You take a deep breath to still your shaking legs. “I’m fine, I just… thought I saw semen.”

The other two freeze. It takes a minute to realize what just escaped your tongue.

“Something. I just saw something.” You reach for the book. Tentatively, Kosuzu hands it back.

You flip through it, soon finding the page with the purple-winged woman. It’s back to that alien script. You stare for a moment, but nothing happens. Maybe it was just… what?

You’ve slept. You’ve had a good bath. You’re only moderately hungry.

You can’t be hallucinating. Not naturally, anyway.

Sighing, you hand it back.

“I can’t rape-” You cough. “Read. I can’t read it.”

“Are you okay?” Shizuha slides her palm across your head. It doesn’t feel especially cold.

“I’m fine.” Sudden inexplicable vulgarity aside, you feel just like you normally do. You need a something readable. “I need a bitch, I mean book, I can rim. Read.”

“Uh, Ms. Naoko, maybe you should sit down?”

Something about Kosuzu’s face and tone doesn’t sit right with you. Like she’s nervous for the wrong reasons, somehow.

Still, that may not be a terrible idea. Something’s wrong, and if it’s anything like your normal experience with the supernatural, it’s because something wants to fuck you. Possibly worse.

Still, in the grand scheme of things, you’re blind. And this is your one shot to finally know what the hell is going on.

Goddamnit.

“I… I don’t nude. Know. I dick know. Don’t. I- Screw it.” Something’s very wrong. Something is screw. You need to know something about either youkai or your talent, but what do you do?

Shizuha steps beside you and grabs your wrist.

“We’re leaving.” She drags you back toward the entrance. You want to resist her; you might have finally been able to learn something crucial about yourself. But you’re also happy for an excuse to get the hell out of here. In the end, you let her lead you away.

“Goodbye then, I guess. If you come back, I’m sure I can find the right book for you.” There’s a weird tone of relief mixed into the more obvious disappointment. Is she hiding something?

Shizuha parts the banners, just as your torso freezes.

Your arms slam against your sides as bright, red light flashes around you. A red ring of light materializes around your midsection, decorated in those damn runes.

The light dies down as more runes form above and below the ring. It dims to a strong glow. Your sandals scrape against the hardwood floor. Air glides past as the ring drags you back into the bookstore. You plant for feet into the floor, but that just knocks your sandals off. Then the ring stops, holding you in front of the main desk.

You strain forward, barely budging. You strain back, moving only slightly more. You kick your legs out, and they swing through the air, your body still suspended in the ring. They fall back down. You stretch out your arms, finding that your forearms, at least, can leave your sides. They can’t move far, but the circle does not bind them the way it does your upper arms.

Shizuha sprints back. “What the hell is this?” She reaches for the ring, only for her hands to slide through. She circles around behind you.

“You’re really going to keep me busy, huh?” She grumbles.

Her arms wrap around your yours and your midriff. Locking together, she strains, her arms digging into your gut as she pulls.

You shift backward very slightly.

“Help me out, Kosuzu.”

“Oh, okay!”

Kosuzu circles around in front of you and plants her hands against you, just under your breasts. She presses hard against your ribs. Nothing. She throws herself against you, grinding her elbow into your gut. You don’t even budge. Then the elbow and arms relax, either resting or giving up.

You spring back to your previous position. The circle still binds you. It appears to have a sort-of rest state, from which strenuous exertion barely shifts you.

You can’t escape on your own.

An odd voice rattles through your head, thin and raspy, but clearly feminine.

Your bare feet rub against hardwood as the circle drags you once more. Alarmed, you twist and turn, but don’t even slow it down. You find it’s barely moved you, just positioned you to face the table corner. Then, slowly, it slides you forward, until the coarse edge presses against your crotch. Your legs squirm, seeking a comfortable position. It presses forward again. Both your kimono and panties fold inward, parting your lower lips.

“Begone!” Shizuha commands. “Depart. Dispel. I banish you!”

She can’t save you.

Apparently Shizuha’s trying to exorcise the circle. You twist your forearms to plant your hands on the table and push. It’s far too heavy to even budge, and you can’t get the leverage to even budge your torso this time. The ring rotates very slightly, rubbing your pussy against the corner.

That’s when a white clay bottle floats into view, transparent liquid sloshing inside. You clamp your mouth shut, but a hand to reaches out and snatch it away.

You turn to see Shizuha as she wrestles with it. It struggles against her grip, but she forces it to her lips and chugs. She stares your stomach down as she drinks. With one final gulp, she sets the bottle back on the table. She sways slightly, but sets her gaze toward you.

“Ha! You’ll have to try harder than that.”

The ring flares out a short burst of light, then dies back down to normal. Anger? Frustration? Either way, there’s a definite blush on Shizuha now. Either she’s tipsy, or just embarrassed by your predicament.

Kosuzu sneaks behind Shizuha, toward the exit.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” Shizuha spins on her.

Kosuzu rubs the back of her head, then gives a deep bow. “I’m sorry! I can’t help, but I know someone who can.” She runs to the doorway.

She stops, just before reaching the banner. Turning around, she shuffles back toward you.

“Eh-he. Sorry, I but just got a better idea.” She stares straight at you. There’s now a jarringly lascivious undercurrent to her otherwise bubbly voice.

Kosuzu’s bells jingle as she approaches. The circle pulls you back, then slowly rotates you to face her. Shizuha places herself between you and Kosuzu. Kosuzu idly pushes her away. She throws her yellow apron up and over her shoulders, tossing it aside. She stands before you and slides a hand between your breasts, down to your stomach.

Shizuha steps behind Kosuzu and grabs her wrists. Straining, she tries to pull them away. Kosuzu just slides a hand over your breast, dragging Shizuha’s with it. She brings the other hand up to your other breast. She slides them underneath, cupping the bra beneath your kimono.

“Get. Away. From. My. Property!” Shizuha grips Kosuzu’s wrists and throws her weight back. She pulls the hands back slightly.

Kosuzu then slams her foot into Shizuha’s stomach, blasting her into a bookshelf. Wood crunches and books crash over her.

“Shizuha!”

Shocked and appalled, you writhe in the circle. You can’t help her, you can’t fight Kosuzu. Straining, you do the only thing that comes to mind. You swing a foot back. Then you drop it to throw it up between Kosuzu’s legs. With a hard thump, it connects. Kosuzu’s entire body jerks upward. There’s no balls there, but you know that still hurts like hell.

Your foot drops back to the floor, wet and sticky. Not with blood.

You look back to Kosuzu, who’s breathing heavy. She slides her hands around your bound arms, then links them behind your back. She rests her head in your breasts. She lets out a happy sigh.

“Hey, before we get dirty, how about you do that again…”

I can help.

“Kosuzu, why are you doing this?”

Sign a contract with my author, and I can dispel this demon.

She looks back up to you, eyes glowing a faint red.

“Kosuzu? I’m just doing what the vampire does, remember?”

Vampire? What does… The book. That goddamn black book.

The goddess is back up. Send her to the violet book.

Shizuha? You glance over the orange hair buried in your chest. Sure enough, she’s pulling herself back up.

I can guide her, but she needs your command.

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[X] Get the Violet Book. It might be friendly, and that’s all you can hope for right now.

[X] Get the Black Book. It’s clearly the cause. Maybe she can break it?

[X] Get Help. If Shizuha’s free, she can run for help. You just pray she’ll be back in time.

[X] Talk. You’re not letting go of Shizuha yet, but you don’t know how to fight this thing either.

[X] Write-in.

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[X] Get the Violet Book. It might be friendly, and that’s all you can hope for right now.
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[X] Get the Violet Book. It might be friendly, and that’s all you can hope for right now.
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[X] Get the Violet Book. It might be friendly, and that’s all you can hope for right now.
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[X] Get the Violet Book. It might be friendly, and that’s all you can hope for right now.
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[X] Get the Violet Book. It might be friendly, and that’s all you can hope for right now.

“Shizuha, the bookshelves! Look for a violet b- urgkh!”

Kosuzu’s hands squeeze tight around your breasts. She pulls her head out of them, her bells jingle as she raises it to level a black glare at you.

Shizuha scrambles behind her.

Books and scrolls tumble off the shelves all around you, flying toward her.

Kosuzu grips your chin, pulling your eyes back to hers.

“Tell me, Naoko. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Kosuzu squeezes her your breast tight and yanks. Pain burns through your chest as ligaments and tissue strain against her iron grip. For a terrifying moment, it feels like she’s about to rip it clean off.

Then she lets go. Your breast settles back into place, suddenly quite sore.

Kosuzu huffs. A proud, stubborn sort of huff.

“It doesn’t matter, really. I’ll just have to wrap the girl up and see if she’s any good as a sex toy.” She says, in a voice that’s too bubbly for the husky tone she’s using.

Books clatter and scrolls unwrap behind you.

“You, however, are mine.

Kosuzu leans back in. Her hands slide around your back, into your obi. Your muscles twist and strain, but fail to move you within the ring. In seconds, Kosuzu’s work is done, as your obi falls to the floor. Mercifully, with your arms pinned so tight against your sides, the kimono barely moves.

Then Kosuzu slides her hands up to your shoulders, under your dress. Gently, she slides it down, baring first your shoulders, then your upper arms. Then, gently sliding her hands to your belly, she parts the dress. Your kimono falls completely open, barely held to your body by locked arms.

Her eyes open wide, like a hungry dog.

Good, good. Keep her distracted a bit longer.

More clatter occurs beside you, and a brief glance reveals Shizuha sidestepping a pair of scrolls, with a purple book in her hands. She appears to be fidgeting with i-

Kosuzu plants her hands under your breasts. With a quick push, she slides your bra up and off them. Exposed to the cool, dry air of the bookstore, your nipples start to harden. Your bra now sits awkwardly bunched up above them. Kosuzu slides down to a crouch. Gripping the sides of your panties, she glides them down to your ankles.

Kosuzu stares, transfixed, at your bare pussy.

The doorway is so close. You might even be able to escape right now before she notices. If you could just fucking move.

Breaking the trance, she grabs an ankle. You twist your leg, trying to extract it from her grip. Almost idly, she pulls it up and out of the garment. She leaves the other where it is. She plants her hands on your ass, squeezing the cheeks.

Then she raises her head back to your chest and plants a soft, short kiss on the underside of your breast.

I’m free!

“On behalf of my author, I offer Lady Naoko Honda a contract. In return for-”

Kosuzu’s tongue slides in slow, lazy circles around your breast’s perimeter. You try to focus on the voice as she circles inward.

“…a period of one week-”

Stinging pain lurches through your breast. Kosuzu sunk her teeth into your nipple, gnawing at the tender flesh. She releases her teeth to suck on your abused nipple. She hums.

She lets go with a wet pop. Moving to the other breast, she opens wide.

“…power. What do you say?”

“Y-mmph!”

Kosuzu smashes her lips against yours. You lean back, only for her hand to wrap around your scalp, pulling you back in. Moisture trickles down your leg. Kosuzu’s tongue pushes forward. You offer only token resistance, waiting for a chance to act. Her tongue pushes past your teeth to slide along yours.

Desperate, you kick at her again. Her legs are closed, so you swing at her from the side. You get a happy moan, but nothing else. You kick again, and again. Your lungs burn as she slides her tongue from side to side.

For a moment, your vision blurs.

She pulls out, giving you precious moments to suck in air.

Then, once your desperation dies down, you take in a quieter, controlled breath.

“I d-ghk.”

A thick, snake-like tentacle coils around your head, crushing your cheeks and sinking between your teeth.

“I think I’ll just keep this here, pet.”

Kosuzu steps backward. She gives her skirt a few tugs, then it just slides down her legs, exposing a cute, if simple, pair of pink panties. The skirt pools around her boots. She kicks it to the side and, with just the one hand, throws her checkerboard shirt over her head and tosses it away as well. She leans forward, popping the top button off her white undershirt. Undoing the next few buttons she exposes a matching bra atop her modest bust. One by one, leaning closer each time, she undoes the rest of the shirt. She shrugs it off.

The discarded clothes slide into the shadows, across a surprisingly clear floor. Where did all those books and scrolls go?

A few more books tumble behind you as Kosuzu rips her bra off.

Then Shizuha floats back into view, naked save for the scrolls wound tight around her body, her arms twisted tight behind her. It’s almost impressive, the way they wind up her legs, skip the pussy and large patch of blonde hair, then wrap once just below the breasts and once above, then up again, finishing off with what almost looks like a collar around her neck.

Either gods don’t need to breathe, or that scroll is a hell of a lot looser around the neck than her reddening breasts. The way they jut out past the bindings makes them look large and full. She wiggles, a little, but either she’s entirely bound or, like you, she’s saving her energy.

Kosuzu then kicks her boots off, having apparently unwound the strings at some point. Lifting one foot, she slides her sock off. She lifts the other and pulls it off as well.

Shizuha floats closer, almost bumping up against Kosuzu.

Kosuzu turns to Shizuha, who leans her head back. Kosuzu grabs Shizuha’s jaw. Pulling it closer, she forces it open and stuffs the socks inside, one at a time. Shizuha gags, her once-pristine hair jerking forward. Another scroll slides across the white wool stretching her lips, then circles behind her neck and wraps itself around her jaw. It takes a few circuits before it’s finished.

With Shizuha bound, you’re almost out of hope.

“Mrgph!” You cry, more in desperation than any expectation of an answer.

Kosuzu turns back to you. She rolls her eyes dramatically. She shimmies her panties down her legs. She steps out of them, picking them up with her free hand.

She lifts the panties up over Shizuha’s head and stretches them over her ragged hair, making a perverted little ‘hat’. Satisfied, she gives Shizuha’s head a quick pat, then turns back to you. She sidles up, pressing her body against yours. She parts her lips, revealing a thick, black tongue. Then the tongue slides out.

It’s… very round. It flares near the tip, then tapers off into almost a bell-shape, with a small hole at the end.

That thing turned this girl’s tongue into a goddamn cock. All it’s missing is the vertical slit at the end.

“I’m gonna unwind my baby now. Be a good girl and kiss the tongue, okay?”

You nod, quickly. The tentacle on your head slides down to your neck. Just as it leaves your lips, it gives a single, threatening squeeze. Then her… ‘tongue’ slides forward, it’s head all but touching your lips.

“Ple-ghk!” The tentacle squeezes your throat.

Panting, you lean forward. You place a light, shaking kiss on the soft head of the cock. It slides back behind Kosuzu’s lips.

“There we go. See, you could do it if you tried!” Kosuzu cups your cheeks. “Unlike this bitch.” She nods her head to the side.

Soft flesh crashes against the hardwood floor. Shizuha collapsed, still bound by those scrolls.

“Honestly, she’s so pathetic. I just don’t know what you see in her.” Kosuzu places another light kiss on your lips. “Besides, why be with one girl, when you could be with hundreds?

“All those demons, spirits, and nightmares… I have every single one of them stored inside me, you know?”

“This piece of shit couldn’t compete with even one of them.” Kosuzu glances to the side, idly kicking Shizuha’s stomach. “I think she’s staring straight at your poor little virgin pussy right now. You should punish her for such lechery. Kick her for me, would you?”

You remain still.

“Oh well.” Kosuzu slides that disgusting tongue back out.

“Suck on it.”

She didn’t even move her lips to talk. You remain still for a moment, only to get another warning squeeze to your neck.

Obediently, you part your lips. Slowly, you lean in, dreading every moment. Your lips envelop the soft head first, stretching to fit the whole thing inside. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to ignore the cock’s foul taste. Kosuzu pulls your head forward, forcing the shaft inside. Thankfully, it’s short. Barely any longer than the head.

You slide your tongue along the cock’s underside, forcing back a gag. Kosuzu presses her lips to yours. Is this a french kiss or a blowjob? Kosuzu’s body jerks and you hear a hard thump beneath you, followed by a muffled groan.

“Really, trying to steal my pet like that. What a bitch.” She doesn’t even break the kiss to say that.

Please, let Shizuha come out of this okay.

Kosuzu slides a hand down to your crotch. Slowly, she rubs your pussy.

Her cock thrusts forward, forcing its way to your throat. It stops. You take slow, steady breaths through your nose. It pulls back. The head bumps against your lips.

Then it thrusts itself back in. Kosuzu’s leg jerks again, followed by another thump and a groan. This time, it stays there, extended, and rotates slowly. Fabric twists beneath you, accompanied by a muffled hiss.

Kosuzu’s tongue pulls back. Then it surges forward, hitting your throat and pushing through. Your throat seizes as you gag on her cock. It pulls back and pushes forward, as it builds up a rhythm. Back and forth, Kosuzu face-fucks you with her tongue. As her cock pounds your throat, you twist and strain your body against the red ring. To no avail.

Kosuzu breaks the kiss, leaving her cock behind. Some sort of sticky, fleshy substance seals over your mouth, trapping it inside.

“Can’t have you saying any naughty words now, can we?”

The head sits at the back of your mouth, almost blocking your throat. Paper shuffles below you. Looking down, you find Shizuha twisting and turning in her bindings as her head slides between your legs. The scroll left her mouth, exposing the now spit-soaked bundle of wool inside. She pulls her head up and spits them out. Then her face disappears, now hidden beneath your crotch. Smaller red rings flare to life around your ankles, locking them in position. The rings drag them apart, spreading your legs and baring your pussy to the world.

Then the red ring sinks down, dragging you with it. Shizuha screams. Her body shakes and writhes, desperately seeking escape as you sink closer. You twist and strain again, as her body rises to meet you. But the ring continues its journey, inexorably dragging your body with it. Your ass sinks over Shizuha’s face, her hot breath brushing against your asshole. Her nose rubs against your crack.

Kosuzu plops her ass down on Shizuha’s stomach, staring almost rapturously at your pussy. Which is leaking a small stream of your juices down Shizuha’s chin. Letting out a heavenly sigh, she leans down to place a firm, wet kiss on it. She leans back up and scoots forward, deliberately rubbing her legs and crotch against Shizuha’s tormented breasts. Then, pressing her ass against them, she drapes her arms over you.

There’s a flash of red light behind you. She pulls back one hand to reveal a black dildo.

“You know where I’m putting this, right? After all, there’s really only one place left.” She slips it into her mouth. Then, popping it back out, she presses it against your collarbone. She meanders it down between your breasts, and down your shallow stomach, to press it against your entrance.

In one harsh motion, she slams it in. The tongue-cock bounces against your tongue as your head bounces forward. You groan in pain as much as pleasure, as the fleshy shaft grinds against your folds. She stops. You hear a strange, almost grinding noise below you. Shizuha screams into your ass.

“Hey bitch! Better start licking your friend’s ass. I’d just hate to see what happens if you don’t.”

Shizuha’s tongue darts to your asshole and slides up and down your crack, almost feverishly. The grinding stops. Her nose pokes at the cheeks, as she shakes her head. Her head leans back for a moment. Her tongue returns, all but slurping up and down your crack.

Kosuzu slides the dildo in and out, sending pops and surges of pleasure through your body. Shizuha presses her tongue to your asshole, probing the entrance. You wiggle your ass, still straining against the ring that anchors you just above her. Your ass just pushes Shizuha’s head from side to side. Your breath hitches.

Shizuha’s tongue breaks through, penetrating your sphincter to taste your colon. She rattles, her head quakes, and you think you can hear her gag. Her tongue slides back out and returns to licking your crack.

Kosuzu slides the dildo back out, your pussy clutching to it on the way. She smashes it back in, sinking to the hilt. Your walls contract as the sensations blind you. Shizuha’s tongue pushes back into your anus, shoving its way past the sphincter. The black tongue swells, filling your mouth completely.

Even through the growing haze and building need, you sense a desperation in Shizuha’s attention.

You squirm, rocking your hips as hard as your bindings allow. It’s not much. You try to ride Kosuzu’s toy cock and Shizuha’s tongue, pushing them in as deep as you can. The increasingly rigid tongue threatens to choke you as it extends to hit your throat again.

If you don’t climax soon, Shizuha might not make it. Hell, you might not.

You can’t move your upper arms at all. You can only barely move any other part of your body. But by straining against the circles with all your waning might, you can wiggle slightly. Fighting back the growing convulsions, you force Kosuzu’s dildo as deep as you can.

With one final thrust, Kosuzu’s dildo surges inside you, bringing you to the edge. Kosuzu erupts, her pussy pouring her juices over Shizuha’s chest as she collapses into you, convulsing. Shizuha screams again. A sticky, metallic fluid pours down your throat, as the tongue deflates. The scrolls are tightening even more. The black cock falls out of your mouth. You can finally act now. You must act now.

You pray the book is still listening.

“I accept your terms! Purple book, I ac-”

A new, strange energy pours through you. Cleaner than the first. Less… creepy.

Kosuzu jerks back to clarity. She pulls herself up to glare at you.

“You bitch!”

Red light flares across your body. The rings grind against your skin, threatening to break the bones in your arms. Heat bursts out of them, searing your flesh.

Kosuzu growls. “I am not letting you go!”

Kosuzu leans forward, gripping your shoulders. Her eyes flutter. She collapses, her head falling to your breasts.

Shizuha’s tongue pushes up, straining to reach deeper into your ass.

“I think… I think she’s defeated.”

Shizuha’s tongue slides back down. Nothing happens. An audibly relieved, if muffled, sigh climbs up your ass. You wiggle again.

Sure enough, the rings are still at full strength.

“Hey, book. I signed your contract, how about you help me out of this?”

There’s a moment of quiet. Shizuha wiggles a bit, letting out quiet grunts.

“Your bindings are beyond my power. Only my author has the power to dispel them.”

You arch your neck and twist your knees. Shizuha yelps. You relax. Shizuha relaxes as well; did you squeeze her somehow?

Kosuzu blinks twice. She plants her hands on your breasts and pushes herself back up. She stares at you, somewhat owlishly.

Her mouth opens and closes. A few soft, but unintelligible sounds spill out of her mouth, as moisture builds in her eyes.

“I… I-I-I-I-I…” She hurls her arms around your neck and presses her head into the crook of your neck. Her bells jingle.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

She sounds miserable, but you’re still trapped in a bookstore filled with potential youkai, possibly smothering your only ally with your ass.

You don’t have time to deal with Kosuzu’s regrets right now. You need her to…

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[X] Get Help. You need someone who can get you out of this, before more monsters come.

[X] Untie Shizuha. She saved your ass; the least you could do is try to get her out from under it.

[X] Find the Black Book. That thing’s a danger that needs to be put down right now.

[X] Write-in.
>> No. 38422
Belated Content Warning: May be a bit brutal (No blood or gore though)
>> No. 38423
I'll be honest, while it was interesting at first, my interest has been waning after each update. This last update made me lose what was left.

I'm not saying it was bad, per say, just that it isn't for me anymore.

I'm sure other people will enjoy it anyway.
>> No. 38424
Honestly I thought it was pretty damn good (though the weirdness with Kosuzu was not what I expected) and now I'm kinda curious what happens what with this book and now that Naoko might not be completely helpless anymore.

[X] Untie Shizuha. She saved your ass; the least you could do is try to get her out from under it.

More people helping the better right about now
>> No. 38425
>>38423
Thanks for giving it a chance.
>> No. 38426
>>38425

Don't feel too bad about it. Unwilling Possession Rape just so happens to be a big turn off for me. Mostly because of how close it is to Destruction-Of-Former-Self-Type Corruption, another big turn off (And I should mention that it seemed to me like Kosuzu was heading in that direction).
>> No. 38428
[X] Untie Shizuha. She saved your ass; the least you could do is try to get her out from under it.
>> No. 38430
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38430
[X] Untie Shizuha. She saved your ass; the least you could do is try to get her out from under it.

“It’s alright. Listen, I need you to untie Shizuha right now.”

You hear what you think is a note of agreement from Shizuha, muffled by your ass. You pinch your legs together, as far as their bindings allow. It’s not much, but it does spread your ass-cheeks very slightly. Hopefully Shizuha can get at least some slightly purer air that way.

“I- …okay then.” Kosuzu stares down, between your legs. At Shizuha. She sets to work on Shizuha’s ankles, finding the start of the scroll spiral. Exclaiming something between a grunt and a girly squeal, she rips the tip away from Shizuha’s ankle. She pulls it over Shizuha’s legs, then under. She passes it from one hand to the next. Over and under. Over and under. Soon, Shizuha parts her shins, now free of the scroll. Kosuzu kneels between those shins to continue her work. After a few more passes, she slides her hands under Shizuha’s ass, to peel the scroll off.

Kosuzu steps gingerly to the side, bumping up against your leg. With a quiet jingle, she continues her work on Shizuha’s stomach. She slows down once she reaches Shizuha’s reddened breasts. She gingerly peels the lower binding out from under them. Then she removes the upper binding. Mercifully, Shizuha’s breasts settle back into their natural positions, no longer compressed between the scroll. Kosuzu reaches Shizuha’s neck and, after a few passes, removes the scroll entirely. She steps back, gathering the scroll together as best she can.

Shizuha plants her hands under your thighs and arches her back. She pulls herself against your pelvis, her nose grinding against your ass. You push yourself against the ring, straining for what little height you can achieve. As usual, you budge very slightly. Shizuha strains, grinding her nose against you and shoving her slick chin against the base of your pussy.

She sags back down, taking in deep, exhausted breaths. You worry about just how much of your ass she’s breathing in right now. Is she even getting any proper air?

You shift your legs slightly, hoping to ease the strain.

Shizuha folds her legs together. Squeezing tight, she shoves them against yours until they’re tucked underneath them. She then wraps them around your shins.

Your limited strength gives out, once more completely smothering Shizuha beneath your ass. Shizuha shoves herself forward, popping her head out behind you. She stops when her breasts hit your crotch. She takes a long, heavy, gulp of air. Then, shifting the weight of her legs to your thighs and, planting her hands beneath them, she pulls herself back.

Her chin slides back through your crack, followed by her nose. They scrape against your flesh again, as she tries to shove them out the other side. She twists and wiggles her head, seeking an angle that will let her out. Nothing happens. She lifts her crotch, pushing her head to the side. She shouts something into your ass. She then wiggles her head, bobbing it to one side.

Straining, you push against the ring again. Your muscles burn, but you get that precious bit of space. You can only guess what she means; you pray you’re right. Using the space, you twist your ass just slightly to the side.

Shizuha slams her nose against your backside. You bite back a groan of pain, as her skull pounds against your pelvis. Then, with a pop, her head slides beneath your ass and lands between your legs.

Shizuha looks up at you, a mix of triumph and irritation on her face.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Everything hurts, but I heal quickly.” Shizuha lies back down.

She coughs a few times.

You take a breath of your own, your ass now resting over open air. Apart from Kosuzu staring at your breasts, nothing happens. You squirm, twisting your legs and arms. Nothing. Still anchored into this odd squatting position. Essentially displaying your bare pussy for the store to see.

In fact, you’re pretty sure it’s visible from the doorway.

Aaand putting that thought out of mind, you focus back on the bindings themselves. Three rings. One around your stomach. This one locks your upper arms to it, and then locks all three to a specific point in the air. Then there’s one around each ankle, locking them a point, but not tying them to any other objects. Rune-shaped holes in the rings, with additional, glowing runes, above and below the central ring, but not the ankles.

Shizuha tucks her legs back in, then stretches them out between your own. Her arms follow suit.

A flinger slides along your back, gliding against the kimono still held between your arms and sides, still draped over the lower half of your back.

“You know, I’ve never seen this language before. I wonder where it came from?”

You can’t help a bit of discouragement at that. You were kind of hoping to decode the rings and find a solution that way.

“So, you can’t read it then?”

“What?” The finger stops. “Oh no, I can still read it just fine. I just can’t tell where it came from. Isn’t that weird? Why would a book not use the language it was written in? Or did its language change somehow?”

“Wait, you can read a language you’ve never seen before?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. It’s a little talent of mine, I guess.”

That’s… that’s not a youkai thing, right? Because she could probably do anything she wanted right now, and you’d be completely powerless to stop her. Hell, you’d probably be powerless to hinder her. You need her to be human right now.

Either way, now’s not the time to press her on this. You have someone who can read the nonsense. Studying the gift horse can wait until it can’t bite you.

“So, what does it say?”

“It’s… difficult to convey. For instance, this section literally says ‘Core, extension, arms, binding.’ But what it means is something like ‘Target the center, add the arms, and bind those together.’ Magic grammar’s just really weird like that.”

That might prove useful in the future. Possibly. But right now, all it tells you is what you’ve already learned through pain and futile endeavor. Wait, so she’s read other spells before?

Naoko, you’ve been gifted a portion of my author’s power. You can break the circles with it.

Shizuha hauls herself up into a sitting position. Grabbing one of your knees, she pulls herself onto her feet.

“Hey, Kosuzu, got something to drink?”

“Table, top right drawer.” There’s a sound of focus, almost to the point of tunnel vision, in her voice.

As Shizuha walks off, you notice that her breasts are already back to a more healthy, peachy tone.

There’s no comfortable position to put your legs in. Between being suspended from just about a head’s depth above the ground, and locked to points a good pace apart, a dull ache is building within them.

Shizuha spits. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch her holding a cup and rubbing her lips. She then takes a drink of whatever’s inside.

“It’s just so weird.”

“What is?”

“The… intentions, I guess.” Kosuzu presses a finger against your back, again. “See, this one feels curious, wanting, and a little… frisky, I guess.” She removes the finger. “But the ones on your legs are completely different. They feel more like a predator. Super focused, no curiosity, and super… um, you know. Pervy.”

Is there really such nuance in those symbols?

“Also, uh, Naoko.” There’s a quiet jingle behind you. “Please, please, please. Don’t freak out, okay?”

Well, that’s encouraging. But you do need to focus. So, you brace yourself for the news as best you can.

“The letters aren’t just on your rings.”

…What? What does that even…

“What do you mean?”

“W-well. It’s down your back, and your… butt. On your arms, your legs… And you know, just all over.”

Okay, that’s just ridiculous. You look down your body. Still not thrilled about the bra sitting uselessly above your breasts. But there’s no writing, anywhere but the rings.

“I don’t see anything.”

“Wh-huh? You don’t?”

“Nothing.”

“What about you, Shizuha?”

Footsteps sound behind you.

“Nope, nothing.”

“I-uh, okay. I’m probably just seeing things then, I guess.”

And you’re back to square one, trapped in magic shackles, anchored to a quiet, dark store filled with demonic literature.

Lady Honda, your magic. Use it.

You can’t feel anything there, but…

You clench and twist your muscles. Your hands open and close. Your knees wiggle. Most of your body does fucking nothing.

With nothing left to go on, you close your eyes. To find yourself or something. Shut out every other sense. Just focus on what is within. You’re pretty sure that’s how it normally goes. But you find nothing. Reluctantly, you open your eyes again.

You catch a flare of red light. Then your head locks into position, ramrod straight above your shoulders. A scream of terror surges from your lungs. Only to die as your jaws lock together, muffling your voice far beyond recognition.

Shizuha rushes to your side, vaulting over a bound leg to stand before you. She places one hand flat against your stomach.

“For the love of all that is holy, you piece of shit. Be. GONE!”

The entire store turns a deep red. Every circle burns, heating your flesh. Countless pinpricks poke through your skin.

But something reacts against it. Something inside you. It feels like… energy, actually. Like what you use to pull yourself out of bed, play ball with your brothers, or dig holes and furrows for planting.

There are subtle differences, but they’re difficult to describe. You might say that if your ‘normal’ energy is fire, then this is water. There is, for lack of a better term, a ‘cooler’, ‘softer’ feeling to this.

And now that you sense it, you realize you can move it. Taking as deep a breath as you can through your nose, you drag the power inward. Pulling from your limbs and head, you concentrate it within your stomach. Much of the pain dissipates.

Shizuha glares at your stomach, bathed in red.

You shove the energy at your front, slamming it against the main ring. It feels like heavy, scalding knives cutting through your belly. But though you can’t look down, you notice that at least, there’s no blood pouring out.

Shizuha’s eyes widen, before she returns to that mask of determination. Maybe that did something? Testing, you find both your torso and arms still as locked as they were before.

That energy gathers again near your skin. You pull it together again, only for a blast of pain to scatter it. In the following haze, a woman appears behind Shizuha. Long and straight black hair, a shrine maiden’s garb decorated with red, leaf-patterned sash.

She leans to the side, her hands on Shizuha’s shoulder as she watches from behind.

Ayame.

You can’t let her see you. Not like this. You gather the energy and throw it at the main ring again. Pain follows, then an audible crack.

In a burst of red, the ring shatters. The rings around your ankles wink out. Then, finally, the ring around your head.

No longer anchored to a point in mid-air, you collapse. Your head falls back into a pair of comfortable, fleshy pillows. They’re not very big, but they’re soft. A pair of arms wraps around your torso, dragging you backward. Gingerly, she hauls you onto a chair. The girl then circles around to your front.

Kosuzu places her hands on your knees, an act that pushes her humble, but still very naked breasts together. Shizuha stands a few paces behind her, likewise still nude.

Honestly, you can’t believe you’re somehow the most dressed person in the room.

“Where’s the book?” Shizuha stares at Kosuzu.

“W-Which one?”

“The black one. The one that attacked us.”

“Its- it was over there.” Kosuzu points to nearest isle. Shizuha marches toward it.

Scanning the store, it comes with some surprise to realize that it’s mostly still intact. You could probably count on one hand the number of books or scrolls knocked off a given bookshelf. With all the commotion you heard, you expected this place to look like a war zone. In fact, most of the clutter is just a scattering of red leaves.

Grunting, you reach up and pull your bra back over your breasts. Then, reaching down, you slip your foot back into your panties and slide them back up your legs. You lift your ass off the chair to slide them over it.

“Are… are you okay?”

You pull your kimono back under your ass before you sit back down. You’re finally free. But you’re exhausted and dirty. Again.

Shizuha rifles through the shelves. Barely keeping from knocking books off them.

“I’m… fine.” As much as you appreciate the support, you can’t sit still.

You have magic now, apparently. With some training, you might just learn to fight off low-level youkai. Like that one shit that keeps pestering your neighbors.

You’re also now contracted to some mysterious ‘author’. Whatever that means. You pull your kimono back over your shoulders, settling it back into its proper place. You push yourself up off the chair.

Kosuzu throws her hands against your shoulders, pushing you back down.

“Please, I’ll get it for you. Just tell me what you want.”

You sigh, too tired to fight her.

“Obi.”

“Oh, right.” Her face turns pink. She turns around.

That ass is way too plump for how thin she is. You’re kind of jealous. Of course, yours is probably a little bigger, but it just never had quite the right shape for you. Not the cute bubbles she has, at least.

Kosuzu returns with the obi, wordlessly handing it over. You finish tweaking your kimono, then wrap the obi around yourself. You need to be somewhere safe, and you need information.

What you need is…

“Kosuzu, the book’s not here.”

“Are you sure? Maybe it’s just nearby.”

“No, it’s nowhere near here. I don’t think it’s even in the building anymore.”

…Shit. That’s one more problem you can’t tackle right now.

But you’re all tired, hungry, and dirty. And you can’t stay here. What you need is…

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[X] Food. You need to eat, and you need a chance to chat with your current companions.

[X] Booze. You need to unwind, and you need connections.

[X] Rest. Your muscles ache, and you need a chance to interrogate the purple book.

[X] Write-in.
>> No. 38431
[X] Food. You need to eat, and you need a chance to chat with your current companions.
>> No. 38432
[X] Food. You need to eat, and you need a chance to chat with your current companions.
>> No. 38433
[X] Food. You need to eat, and you need a chance to chat with your current companions.
>> No. 38441
[x] rest
>> No. 38446
[X] Booze. You need to unwind, and you need connections.
>> No. 38448
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38448
[X] Food. You need to eat, and you need a chance to chat with your current companions.

Your muscles ache, there’s an odd, almost salty taste on your tongue, and you’ve just been through shit you really want to forget. But before you can get to really addressing any of those, you need to take care of something else.

Low, angry gurgles sound from your stomach. You need food. Admittedly, you’re not quite certain what a god needs to eat, and you’re not even quite clear on whether demonic possession affects hunger. But you need a chance to talk things out before you can make any clear plans anyway. A good meal’s as good a chance to talk as any.

“…Let’s get something to eat.”

A dull pain throbs in your midriff, your ankles, and a section of your arms. It seems the rings took a greater toll on you than you thought.

“…Okay.”

Kosuzu shuffles off to pick her bra off the floor.

Shizuha walks over to you, apparently unconcerned about her bare, brown nipples or the blonde hair between her legs. She stands over you.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine. Just fine.”

You’re not very mobile right now, and you do need to get the hell out of the store. But you’re free, and not under any immediate threat. Once you’re walking, you’ll be safe. You hear fabric slide up Kosuzu’s legs as Shizuha slips her hands into your hair.

Those hands then slide down the sides of your face. You can’t help but notice how her arms push her breasts with their movements.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking.”

Her hands slide to your shoulders. Then they slide to your breasts. Apparently, gods really are susceptible.

“Please don’t touch m…”

“Dumbass. I’m worried that bastard left something behind.”

“Oh.”

The hands shift to your sides, where they slide down to your hips. Behind Shizuha, you catch Kosuzu sliding a book back into its shelf. With nothing but a few strips of pink cotton on her ass and upper back. Shizuha’s hands slide down to your ankles. She lets go.

“It looks like you’re probably safe.”

“Thank goodness.”

“But I think there’s something wrong.”

Shizuha grabs the bottom of your kimono and shoves it up your legs. On instinct, your hands snap to hers to push them back. For a moment, both are held in place, battling for dominance.

Shizuha stares you in the eyes.

“Trust me.”

Reluctantly, you let go. Shizuha pushes your kimono up to your hips. She then lifts your ass up to slide it just a bit higher. She lets go.

Then she slides your panties down, almost to your knees. Her fingertips touch your pussy. Her head sinks, until you feel her breath on its lips.

She pulls it open. You focus on Kosuzu, who’s rewinding one of the scrolls.

“Where is it?” Shizuha slides a finger inside.

You can’t help but squirm a little. The finger slides in, squishing against you, one knuckle at a time. Your body warms up quickly, apparently somewhat frustrated from earlier. The base of Shizuha’s other fingers hit your crotch as it slides down to the hilt. It pushes to one side, then the other. Up, then down. It rubs a few quick circles around your walls. A clear fluid soon climbs up her finger to drip on the chair beneath you.

“Where IS it?”

“Wh-ere i- is w-hat?” Her motions make it very difficult to keep a level voice.

“The… the thing. That twisted object she shoved inside you.”

Twisted object? What did she shove inside… The dildo. Where did that go?

Shizuha yanks her finger out.

“So that’s another thing that’s just disappeared. Great.” She stands up. “Did you at least see what it looked like?”

You swallow. She’s been your only real help so far, might as…

“A-a penis.”

You turn to Kosuzu’s blushing face. Still wearing just her bra and panties.

“It was black and shaped like a someone’s… manhood.”

“Great.” Shizuha steps back. She performs a quick scan of the store. “Nothing left to do here, then.” The leaves littering floor start to shake. Shizuha takes a few more steps back. The leaves burst to life. They soar through the air in a great spiral, toward Shizuha’s body. Then, starting at her collar, they merge together. The growing mass extends down Shizuha’s arms and torso. Capping off near her knees, they form her dress.

Shizuha steps forward again. She holds out her hand. You slide your panties back up.

“Time to eat, huh?”

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A fine mixture of rich, earthy smells greets you, as you stand before the Yoshinoya. Apparently a quite new restaurant with an aim for the ‘hip’ and ‘modern’. Whatever the hell that means. Shizuha’s half-carrying you as Kosuzu, now dressed, leads you inside. After a brief exchange with a receptionist, Kosuzu leads you to a small, four-chaired table. Shizuha lets you ease yourself into a chair, as she takes one adjacent. Kosuzu sits opposite Shizuha, placing you between the two.

Young men and women sit at other tables, dressed in outfits that are fancy, but not ostentatious. High-class farmers, or minor nobles, probably. There are no horns, exotic ears, or other indications of the supernatural. As far as you can tell, they’re all human.

“So, what do you want to eat?” Kosuzu gives you a nervous glance. Precisely what makes her nervous, you’re not quite certain.

You glance through the menu. You recognize most of the meals in structure, but they all seem to have something a little weird to them, except for one friendly face.

“Perhaps the beef bowl?”

“I’ll have the soba.”

“Okay.” Kosuzu lets out a sigh of relief. “I’ll just take another soba, then.”

A young woman stops by, wearing the restaurant’s name on her apron. Kosuzu relays the orders, and the woman walks away.

“So, uh… does anyone um… well, today was nice and cool, right? Not too hot?”

You glance to Shizuha. She shrugs.

“It won’t last. A heat wave’s coming in soon.”

“Oh. Okay. Um, is there anything you like, Shizuha?”

“Woods, red, peace and quiet.”

“Oh. Well, what about you, Naoko?”

You… You’re not sure. It’s been awhile since you’ve really had a need to think about it.

“Cards and ball, mostly. But lately I’ve just been reading…”

“Reading? What do you read?”

“Well, it’s a book about a girl found inside a bamboo tree. It’s strangely relatable, at times.”

Shizuha raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, I see. Did you get to the part w…” Kosuzu continues, but your gaze slides to the entrance, where a young woman enters. Short, black hair. Brown cap, with matching jacket and shorts. Long, pointed ears.

Aya. Reporter and author of the Bunbunmaru news. Tengu.

You hurl your gaze around the room. Dozens of people, one exit. There’s nowhere to run without running into her.

“Youkai.” You whisper to Shizuha, pointing.

Shizuha looks at Aya, then back to you. She lets out a pointed sigh, and turns her chair to face you.

Then grabs your head and buries you in her breasts.

“Just act like you’re passed out.” She whispers back.

Rustic woodlands fill your nostrils as your head rests between gentle mounds for the second time today. You feel nothing between her dress and her breasts. Ignoring that, you let your arms slump, hoping to keep inconspicuous. The room continues to chatter, as your head gently bobs to the rise and fall of Shizuha’s chest.

Shizuha lets go. “She’s gone.”

Slowly, you lift your head back out. Sure enough, you can no longer find her amid the crowd. The waitress returns, carrying a wide plate.

“Here’s your food.”

She sets three bowls down on your table, then turns to leave. You lift your arms to your bowl, wincing at the discomfort of moving your limbs.

“Ah! Here, let me get that for you.” Kosuzu scoots her chair near yours and, grabbing your chopsticks, fetches a portion of your dish, lifting it toward your mouth.

Shizuha’s eyes narrow, before she turns her attention to you.

You take a bite. There are some spices you don’t recognize, but the normal texture’s still there.

“Naoko, you made some kind of pact, I assume?”

“Uh, yes. I think so.” You give an embarrassed smile. “Honestly, I couldn’t pay attention at the time, so I’m not sure what the pact was.”

Kosuzu blushes at that, for some reason.

Excuse me? You signed a contract without reading the damn thing?”

“I’m sorry! But you were… it seemed like you were really suffering. I had nothing else.”

“Ugh, fine. But now we need to know just what your little deal entailed.”

“Um, I think I know…”

You both turn to look at Kosuzu.

“It was a… a familiar pact. You promised to serve as a familiar for one week. It means… well, you do whatever your new master says.”

That’s… oh god.

“You know, as foul as your ass tastes, you could’ve said no. There must have been another way out. Somehow.” Shizuha takes a sip from her bowl. “Yuck, I can still taste it. Anyway, we need to find this ‘master’ then, I suppose. Learn what it is we’re dealing with, now.”

“I suppose so. Kosuzu, do you know anything?”

“Not much. The book came from a second-hand dealer, so I’m not sure who the author is.”

“Shit. Wait.” Shizuha’s brow furrows. “It’s one week, right?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe we can just sit the week out, then. Hope the contract expires before her ‘master’ comes calling.”

“I… I don’t know. But I guess that might work?”

“Hey, Kosuzu!” A woman wearing brow-

Aya’s returned, standing at your table. “So, how’s business, partner? Everything going well?”

“Yeah. It’s fine. Everything’s fine…”

You stare straight at your beef bowl. You stuff a chunk of it in your mouth, ignoring the protests of your arm. If she doesn’t see your face, maybe she won’t notice you.

“Great to hear.” A chair slides away from the table. Then back in. An unfamiliar boot taps against your foot. “Books selling, no robberies, all that jazz?”

“Yep! There was a little… fight, but nothing too serious.”

Aya’s foot stops. “Well, as long as you’re still okay.”

Now that you’re used to the new spices, this beef tastes pretty good.

“At least one of our jobs is going well.”

“Yours isn’t?”

“Nah. It’s been a really slow week. The mountain’s been kind of slow too, but the village is just dead. I’ve got a grand total of one story I think the humans will really care about, and I haven’t even had a chance to speak with the main subject yet.”

“Tell me, what’s this story about?”

“Oh, hey. Late introductions, you’re one of the Akis, right?”

“Shizuha, yes. About this story…”

“Ah, ah, ah. No spoilers. Can’t have details leaked before anyone has a chance to read about it, right?”

“Tsk.”

Your bowl’s running low. You won’t be able to hide this way much longer. Attempting a casual posture, you lean back and look outside. The view through the windows isn’t amazing, but you can play ‘spot the youkai’ while waiting for the conversation to finish.

“But really, what I’d give for just one little interview right now.”

“Is she missing?”

“No, I don’t think so. But she should be at home right now. Unfortunately, she’s very reclusive, and the few people she’s in regular contact with haven’t seen her.” Aya audibly stretches. “It’d be such a shame, had I never found her.”

Maybe you could just walk out? Would she notice?

“So, Ms. Honda, could you spare a few moments of your time?”

What?

“Me?” You’re still watching the window.

“Yep. Naoko Honda. Daughter of Takuma and Masami Honda. Apparently a subject of interest in multiple youkai attacks, one of which may cause a bit of a stir here.”

“I… I have a thing I really need to…” You push your chair out. You really need to get…

Your chair slides back into the table. Looking up, you find Aya’s grinning face. A moment later, she’s back in her own chair, facing you.

“Just a few questions. Besides…” She flicks out a picture. It’s a picture of you, from the back, bare naked save for a pair of white panties you’re sliding up your leg. “I think it would be in both of our interests for me to know a little more about you.”

She puts the picture in one of her jacket’s pockets. “I really want to know just why I would ever have taken such a picture.”

Kosuzu speaks up. “What do you mean?”

Aya huffs. “I’m not a voyeur. Besides, humans just don’t do it for me. Never have. Except for little miss lady magnet, somehow. And I’m afraid that if she doesn’t find a way to turn her little power off, I may just… lose control. Soon.”

“Somehow, I doubt that’s quite what you want. Is it, Naoko?" Aya leans forward, placing her hands on the table. “So, how about you tell me a little bit about what happened, and maybe we can work something out.”

Can you trust her? Is she really on your side with this? You glance back to the exit. Given her stunt with the chair, you need to tell her something, but what?

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[X] The Bad Summer. Old news, but possibly the most helpful for diagnosing your talent.

[X] The Black Book. A grave danger is on the loose; people need to know about it.

[X] Kogasa and Kagerou. The most likely to get her to leave you alone.
>> No. 38449
[X] The Black Book. A grave danger is on the loose; people need to know about it.
>> No. 38450
[X] The Black Book. A grave danger is on the loose; people need to know about it.
>> No. 38451
Really like your story. I find the idea of a poor human girl getting constantly raped by all nearby Youkai kind of hot, so keep going!~
>> No. 38469
>>38451

Is that what this is about? Sounds interesting.

[X] The Black Book. A grave danger is on the loose; people need to know about it.

Because grave dangers ain't nothin ta fuck wit. People need to be forewarned of that kinda thing.
>> No. 38470
>>38451
>>38469
All I'll say is that MC's consent will probably be dubious even at the best of times.

Also, while I'm here: As a general rule, I recommend placing comments with your votes when the saucier bits come up. That way, if there is any particular theme (kink, fetish, what-have-you) I've hinted at (intentionally or otherwise) that excites or discourages you, I might be able to either sidestep/minimize it, or include/emphasize it, depending on your desires. Naturally, my main priorities for the story come first, but I do want play to your tastes as best I can.

Of course, this has no bearing on other votes - feel free to comment as much or as little as you want then. I'm just trying to make sure I don't slip in an avoidable side-fetish that turns my readers off.

Feel free to disregard this advice if you're just fine with things as-is.
>> No. 38480
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[X] The Black Book. A grave danger is on the loose; people need to know about it.

“So… how much do you know?”

“That I am dangerously close to doing something with you that we will both regret.”

“Try it, bitch.” Shizuha growls.

You swallow. You hate having to be so goddamn passive, but you’re in no position to fight or even bargain. Besides, you have a duty to the village right now.

“A black book attacked me, just a few moments ago. We don’t know where it-”

“A book? What about the karakasa?”

“That was last night. She’s… I don’t think she’s a threat to anyone but me. But that book is on the loose, I think it-”

“About the karakasa, Kogasa, I-”

“She’s not important!” You burst out. “Yes, she… assaulted me, like the book. She… licked my ass.” Shizuha grimaces. “But she’s my problem, and the village can fight her off if needed. That book could be anywhere, in…”

“Fine. Tell me about the book. When did it make it’s first… advance on you?”

“Shortly after I opened it.”

Aya scribbles notes down in a small book. “And how long were you in the room before then?”

“A few minutes, at most.”

Kosuzu raises her hand. “Also, she read it just after I… unsealed it. Sorry, Naoko.”

“…It’s fine.” That’s not entirely true, but you can’t afford to hold a grudge right now.

“Hmm…” Aya looks between you and Kosuzu. “So, what did the book do?

“It twisted my words, then locked me in glowing rings.”

“And then?”

Shizuha spoke up. “It possessed Kosuzu, and used her to rape Naoko.”

“Confusion, binding, and possession. Anything else it’s capable of?”

“It wrapped me in a scroll and stuffed my face in Naoko’s ass. What do you count that as?”

“…Telekinesis, I suppose.”

“It also made my tongue weird.”

“…Transmutation? Is that everything?”

“I… I think so.”

“Great.” Aya’s pen stops. “If I can find evidence, I can report that to the elders, and possibly get some secrets in return. But.” She turns to you. “That doesn’t tell me much about you. The book appears to have acted the moment it made contact, but I know that your little aura can take longer to… trigger. You were attacked last night as well, correct?”

Kosuzu turns to you, both guilty and curious.

“…Yes.”

“And it was the karakasa that time, Kogasa, I believe?”

“She was one of them, yes.”

“One of…?” Aya resumes her writing. “Anyway, how much contact had you had with her before?”

“She tried to surprise me once. We crossed paths once or twice afterward. That was all.”

“And had she shown any interest before last night?”

“Maybe? She was very friendly, but isn’t she like that with everyone?”

“Hm. You said she was ‘one of’ the people who attacked you last night. Who else was there?”

“Some kind of wolf girl, I think.”

“Hmm… Book, karakasa, wolf girl, crow tengu. Book was instantaneous, Karakasa took longer…”

Aya puts her pen down. She gives you a pointed stare. “Seriously, I don’t want to chain you to my bed, but I’m running out of time here. Either way, this will have to do.”

Aya stands up and walks around the table, to stand next to you. With a light kick, she scoots your chair out to face her. “Look at me.”

You force your gaze to her. She points down. Reluctantly, you stare at her shorts. She pops the button, then pulls down the zipper. Before anyone else can act, she has both her shorts and panties around her knees. Her bare, shaved pussy stares at you.

In an instant, her shorts are back where they were before.

“Like I said, I’m not a voyeur.” Aya turns to leave.

“I’m an exhibitionist.”

As Aya walks out the door, a spot of moisture builds between your legs.

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Filled up and slightly rested, you step outside the restaurant, followed by Shizuha and Kosuzu. The sun’s still shining bright, a couple hours past noon or so. Kosuzu had insisted on paying for everyone, apparently still feeling guilty about her role in what happened at Suzunaan.

“So, what are you going to do now, Noako?”

“She’s going home, that’s what.”

“I don’t that I sh-”

Shizuha grabs your wrist and jerks you down the road.

“I-I’ll see you guys later, okay? If you need help, come to my st-” Kosuzu’s voice cracks. After a moment, she continues, somewhat sadly. “Um, go the Hieda House, I’ll get you in.”

“Okay.” You say, as Shizuha drags you down the road. You jog to catch up with her. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Twice.” You’re about to ask for clarification, when she cuts you off. “You’ve been ‘assaulted’, as you prefer to call it, twice now. Am I wrong?”

“…No, you’re right.”

“We’re not taking any chances anymore. You’re going home, where you’ll stay. I’ll lock you in if I must. If you need anything, I’ll get it. Food, water, information, a fucking suit of armor or a legendary artifact.”

Your gut sinks. Sure, it’s not too different from how she talked back at the farm, but you’d kind of figured she was at least half-joking or something.

Still, an odd thought crosses your mind.

“And what if I need to… you know… ‘go.’”

“I’ll drink it.”

…What? You stop. Shizuha stops soon after.

“I mean, I’ll get a bucket. Besides, it can’t be any worse than your asshole, anyway.” You feel a sting of guilt at that. That still bothers you, having put her through that. Helplessly watching her squirm as your ass sank ever lower…

Shizuha grunts. “Damnit. You’re the one that should be bitching right now.” She turns around and pulls you close. “When we get there, let’s just take the chance to unwind, okay?” She wraps a hand in your hair and buries her head against your neck. “But you’re going to be just fine. One way or another, I’m keeping those monsters away from your crotch.”

Her firm breasts press against your own.

She pulls back, letting out a forced cough. “A-anyway. We’re going to your home. Maybe you’ll stay there, maybe not. But let’s get somewhere safe before trying to make any more plans.” Shizuha steps forward, then stops.

“By the way, where is your house?”

“This way.” You lead her down the street. You turn from the wider boulevard through a humble artisan’s square. You’re not especially familiar with the wealthier parts of the village, but you know the general direction. Soon you’re back into the market thoroughfare and from here, it’s easy.

Then, just as you pass into a quiet neighborhood, someone’s hands press hard into your shoulders. You turn to look, only for a pair of thighs to land on your shoulders. And for a soft mound to press against your hair, separated only by a strip of soft linen. The mere texture sends a quiet shiver down your body.

“What’s up, girl?”

That voice… No, that’s impossible. That’s impossible on so many goddamn levels. Still, you look up. A curtain of black hair greets you, and a face you’ve seen once today.

Ayame?

She never talks like that, and she sure as hell was never as rambunctious as you. She was never the kind to touch people either, much less ride on their shoulders. That was more Kaori and Youta. On top of all of that, she was damn busy last you talked.

A grand total of two days ago.

But still, that’s obviously her voice, and her face. She wasn’t possessed, was she? Impossible. The book would have had to make that journey in less than an hour, then return almost instantaneously. Besides, she hasn’t degraded Shizuha yet.

“What the hell, Ayame? You were praying to me less than an hour ago.”

Your legs squirm. Not from Ayame’s weight, as she’s surprisingly light. But rather from the inexplicable, growing heat in your belly. A need’s building within you, and you haven’t a clue why. One of Ayame’s thighs flips over your head, and she rolls off your shoulders. Landing gracefully, she stands back up. Her skirt’s quite a bit shorter than it usually is, going barely halfway down her thighs. Probably why you felt her, well…

“Aw, c’mon. I was really worried, so I decided to check on you myself.”

She speaks nothing like your older sister. Confused, you turn to face both her and Shizuha.

“What, you’re not jealous, are you?”

Shizuha just cocks an eyebrow.

“What the hell would I be jealous of? Are you planning to actually worship Naoko?” She grins. “I mean, you might as well, really. You certainly fixate on her enough.”

“What? No. Nothing like that.” Ayame puffs out her chest. It’s not titanic, but it’s big. Always was. “But maybe I’ll marry her before you do.”

That was a joke, clearly. But she sounded like a part of her meant it. This is getting weird, fast.

Your sister’s not a youkai, is she? There are certain types of youkai who can be siblings to humans, but you doubt she could be any of them.

“You’re going to marry your sister?” Shizuha scoffs. “Very funny.”

Something about that statement surprises Ayame. Did she expect a stronger reaction?

Regardless, she laughs it off. “Yeah, bad joke.” She turns to you. “Hey, sis. I’ve got something I need to tell you. Super private. Could you come with me, for a sec?”

Without waiting for a response, she grabs your wrist and drags you through the street.

“Hey!”

“Five minutes, I swear!” Turning a corner, Ayame scoops you into her arms and takes off. Skimming just above the ground, she weaves around pedestrians like a graceful bird.

Ayame’s a pretty decent priestess, who even holds a couple spell cards, but she never learned to fly.

She twists and turns too fast for you to keep track of location. After one last turn, she sets you down in front of your house. You’re… not quite sure you want to know how she knew where it is.

“Key.” Without thinking, you hand it over. She unlocks the door and slips inside, pulling you with her.

She closes and locks the door. She lets out a heavy sigh and sits against it. The house is pretty much still the same small, sparsely decorated home you’ve spent the past year in. Still the same as you left it a few hours ago, minus the set of clothes you’re now wearing. Though you realize you forgot the clothes you wore this morning somewhere. Not that you’d have much use for them anymore.

“So, uh… Sorry about that whole mess. And I’m, well, not your sister.”

“Then you’re a youkai.”

“Oh. Heh, heh. That.” Ayame rubs the back of her head. “You tend to get a bit leery around us, huh?”

“What do you want?”

“I just wanted to talk, honest. I’m not usually into girls, but I would totally do you.”

You look away, blushing. Your arms and legs quake. There’s something building up inside you. It feels… like magic, or what you think is magic. But creepier, more twisted.

“I- I’m sorry, that came out weird. I mean, I still would, but not, y’know. If you didn’t want to.” Ayame pauses. “Let me start over.” She squirms. “Wou- would you let me take you out on a date?”

“…What?” Is she seriously, unironically, asking for your consent? For a relatively non-sexual encounter? “I-”

Your legs give out. You throw your hands out to catch yourself. You’re body trembles, your heart pounds, and a trickle slides down your leg. Something slithers inside you. On all fours, you glance back to Ayame.

“Hey, are you okay?”

A thick, rubbery shaft of something pushes against your folds, from the inside. Ayame grips your shoulders. Belatedly, you realize your eyes went wide.

“H-hey. You’re gonna be fine, okay? Is there anything I can do?”

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[X] Just stay close. Can’t risk losing the only person nearby.

[X] Get me Shizuha. She’s the only person you trust.

[X] Leave me alone. Try to confine the coming disaster.

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Ask ‘Ayame’ to reveal herself?

[X] Yes.

[X] No.

[X] Just ask her to drop Ayame’s face.

[X] Write-in.
>> No. 38485
>>38480
[X] Get me Shizuha. She’s the only person you trust.

Ask ‘Ayame’ to reveal herself?
[X] Just ask her to drop Ayame’s face.
>> No. 38486
[X] Just stay close. Can’t risk losing the only person nearby.
[X] Just ask her to drop Ayame’s face.

Someone asking for a date is not what I expected, but I'll take it. Also uh, ew Shizuha. Watersports is not on my list of good times.
>> No. 38493
[X] Just stay close. Can’t risk losing the only person nearby.

[X] Since we're both being honest; help me get the magical penis snake out of my vagina and you got yourself a date.

Can you imagine how weird it would be working as a doctor in a setting involving magic? Like...I work in a hospital, and am constantly surprised at people can get up to without magic.
>> No. 38495
[X] Just stay close. Can’t risk losing the only person nearby.
[X] Just ask her to drop Ayame’s face.

At the very least if she's willing to show this much self restraint rather than jumping her I think at least a little trusts in order... and yeah, if you want this much you should at least say who you are.
>> No. 38501
[X] Get me Shizuha. She’s the only person you trust.
[X] Just ask her to drop Ayame’s face.

"Ayame" seams to be a decent person, and we can allways use more decent people in our lives. I just don't want to scare her off with whatever is about to happen... maby tell her that well get back to her in a second?
>> No. 38597
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[X] Just stay close. Can’t risk losing the only person nearby.

[X] Just ask her to drop Ayame’s face.

“J-just don’t leave me, okay?” You force out through shuddering breaths.

“…You got it.”

“And pl-ea-ea-ease, please, sto-hrk-hop wearing my sister’s face.”

“Ah, of course.”

Ayame’s form shimmers and distorts, then fades to an indecipherable haze. The shaft pulses against you, sending a shock through your body. Your hands give out, dropping you to your elbows.

The haze clears, revealing an almost lanky young brunette with a great red bow on her head and a distinctive red dress.

“R-Reimu?” Admittedly, you don’t know much about her. But she’d become something of an icon to you all the same. A badass human who never had to run or hide from youkai, and could probably kick the shit out of any would-be molester. Keine was cool too, but ever since learning about her youkai side, your thoughts of her no longer held the same comfort.

“Reimu?” She looks at you. Then at herself. She scowls. “Whatever. I’m not your sister anymore. That’s good enough, right?”

She walks around to your side. Slipping one arm under you, near your breasts, she pulls you backward. Then, catching your butt with the other, she scoops you up into her arms. Carrying you a few short steps, she lowers you down to your futon. Is it just you, or is it getting a bit stuffy in here?

“Uh, how are you feeling, Naoko? You look kind of hot.”

Straining just to move your neck, you glance down your body. Your kimono sticks tight to your body, dripping in sweat. The tremors have died down for now, but your muscles are too sore to move again.

“I guess I’m a bit warm.”

Reimu leans over you. You glance away, too embarrassed to stare at the valley between her firm breasts. It feels almost… sacrilegious to gaze lewdly at an icon of immunity to such intentions.

If only it was the real Reimu.

She lifts your ass off the ground and fiddles with your obi.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting your clothes off. You’re drenching them.”

Reimu finishes untying it. She slides it off and parts your kimono. She slides a hand down your now slick stomach. She gulps.

“Uh, sorry. About this. H-how are you feeling?”

Still twitching, you bite out a few words. “Be-etter, I think. I n-ghk!” The shaft moves again, starting a slow rhythm against the depths of your pussy. Your legs twist, bumping against Reimu’s side. “I ne-e-e-eed you t-” You gasp, set off by a precision strike to your sweet spot. Your back arches slightly.

“Need me to what?” Confusion and panic rise on her face.

“My v-ah! V-ulp!” Broken, incoherent syllables pour out of your mouth, soaring in pitch and intensity.

Reimu throws her gaze across your body. “Screw it.” She says, as she pulls your kimono wide open. She hauls one of your arms out of the sleeve, takes a glance at it, then lets go. She pulls the other out, to similar disappointment. She hurls your sandals off, before turning to your breasts.

She freezes. Then slaps herself. She throws herself over your torso. Hands shaking, she grips the band between the cups. She closes her eyes and shoves it up. Back where it was when Kosuzu…

She peeks an eye open, growing furiously red.

“I… how creepy would it be to call you beautiful, right now? Or talk about how gorgeous your tits are?”

“A l-eep!” A part of the shaft sucks on a segment of your walls. There’s something else happening inside you. It feels like some sort of pollution crawling through your body.

“Right, right. Focus. Sorry.” Reimu once more casts her eyes across your body. She slides beside you to lift one side up. She sets you back down. Then she turns her gaze to your crotch. Wordlessly, she points at it. She looks at you, questioning.

You force out a curt nod.

She slides her hands to your hips. She grips the waistband.

“Seriously, are you… okay with this?”

You force another nod.

“Okay…”

She pulls the band. The panties slide down your hips. Passing over your knees, they travel down your shins to your ankles. Reimu pulls them off.

Red and shaking, she turns back to you, dragging her eyes to your pussy. She crawls over your legs, planting her hands by your hips. She stares.

She snaps her gaze back to you.

“Seriously, I can’t find anything wrong.”

The shaft settles again. You take a few shaking breaths, as deep as you can.

“I-it’s inside! In there. In my pu-urgh-my pussy.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Pl-eek!” The shaft inflates, stretching your walls with its new girth.

Reimu returns to staring at your crotch, she lowers her head to it.

“…You smell kinda nice, you know.” Reimu slips two fingers inside. She pulls them apart, pushing your entrance open.

You squirm, but the sensation of her fingers against your folds is minor. At least when compared to the hard shaft still stretching you further in.

“Hey, I think I…” Reimu stares hard at your pussy. “There!” She readies her other hand, a finger pointed outward.

The shaft pulses. Your hips jerk upward, knocking her finger away. She angles it for another go, only for another pulse to drop them.

“Hold still!”

The shaft pulses harder and faster, pounding your walls with it’s fury. Something smooth and round wraps itself tight around one thigh. Another one wraps around your other thigh. They hold your legs tight, elevating your crotch just slightly. Presenting it to Reimu.

And the fact that you can’t even see these things, makes it look like you’re the one spreading your legs.

You jerk and twitch, but your crotch remains constant. More or less.

Reimu extends two fingers inside, probing you. They bump against the shaft. She grips it, as tight as she can. Fluid’s filling you, just as the shaft undulates, now pressing against your walls in waves.

“Hyaa!” You can’t help but scream. You’d clap your hands over your mouth, if you could move them.

“C’mon, you bastard. Whatever you are, I’m pulling you out of my girlfriend!” Reimu stammers. “I- I mean, prospective girlfriend. Shit, does that still sound presumptuous?”

A steady trickle drips from your folds.

She gives it a hard yank, only for it to pull back in, pressing against your walls on the way. Your breath hitches.

“Stop hiding!” Reimu reaches in again, only for the shaft shove its way back out. It pounds her hand away, it’s head breaking free to rest against the lips.

“Ha!” Reimu grips the tip. She yanks at it. It resists.

The shaft pulls toward its head, leaving your core. It bunches up, almost leaving you completely.

It forces itself back down your channel. Smashing through you. It once more grows fat as it pumps in and out, pounding your walls.

Spittle flies out as your head and body jerk to its rhythm.

“You know what? Screw this.” Reimu pulls back.

Then Reimu’s teeth sink into it, her lips pressed against your crotch. The shaft freezes, and your body follows suit. Moisture builds on her chin, seeping out from your pussy. For a moment, it seems as if you’re caught in a standstill. With a demon tentacle.

Not even a tentacle monster, but a single tentacle.

Fluid continues to trickle from your crotch. Reimu plants her hands against your thighs. Digging her palms in, she tries to pull herself away. The tentacle pulls back, dragging Reimu’s nose against your crotch.

Reimu twists her head to the side, still tugging. She lets out a muffled grunt. Then a growl. Then something forces your thighs together, smashing Reimu’s hands against the sides of her head.

“RRGH!” She lets out a muffled, angry scream.

“Aagh!” The tentacle swells again, forcing your walls wide open to accommodate its excruciating girth.

It stretches out, pushing Reimu’s head a short distance away from your crotch. It pounds its way back inside you, pressing deep. Even amid the pain, a familiar haze returns. Reimu’s head slams against you, only for the tentacle to drag it back away.

Hauling your head up, just a bit, you catch a clear fluid leaking from the sides of Reimu’s mouth. Is that drool, or is this thing feeding her something? The fluid leaking from your own orifice has built almost to a slow pour now.

The tentacle hammers at your core, pounding harder and harder. A need builds, feeding the fire as your body now quakes in earnest. Squeaks and groans escape your lips even as your pussy screams in pain.

Reimu’s head no longer slams against you, instead seemingly sliding along the dark cock on its own accord. Then it hits.

Your thighs tremble, your heart clenches. Nothing. The pounding continues. Your pussy still leaks, your muscles still quake, and perverted moans still emit from your tongue. But the heat, the need, only builds.

Reimu’s lips pull back. A curt thud sounds out as something thin and sharp jabs the tentacle. Another hit lands, followed by another. Soon, a long, steady series of staccato jabs land against the tentacle.

They build in power and fury as they hammer away. The shaft vibrates against you. Finally, there’s a crack. Reimu’s head pulls away from your crotch, taking half the shaft with it. With a wet thump, she spits it out. She hacks out a few ragged coughs, as your thighs snap completely shut, squeezing your poor, abused pussy even tighter against the invader.

Pain wars with need as your pussy screams for release, one way or another. Finding one last reservoir of strength, you drag your shaking hands to your crotch. Just as they arrive, the shaft grows once more. It extends out, rigid and fat, complete with that flared tip you’ve seen before.

On Kosuzu’s tongue.

It thrums with need, even as it stretches you out. Reimu turns back to you.

“W-What the hell! I just ripped you out!”

Reimu steps back over to you. Dropping into a crouch, she wraps her hands around the shaft, sending a shock of pleasure through you, as the cock thrums in response.

She latches on and yanks.

You scream. Pain blasts through you as the cock threatens to take your pussy with it. Reimu stops. The cock twitches as two dull thunks sound. Squeezing tight around the cock, she heaves.

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sensation of that cock yanking on your walls. Then blinding pain.

After a moment, the pain fades. Your voice dies down, easing your now strained throat. You must have been screaming. Your pussy’s still throbbing and sore, but mercifully vacant. There’s a wide, sticky pool beneath your crotch, with a light trickle still dropping from your folds.

At least it’s not blood.

Then a wet, but heavy squish. The creeping sense of filth evaporates, and your thighs slide apart. The burning need drops to a quiet urge.

“Finally.” Reimu sighs.

You let out a shaky, relieved breath. Idly, you glance out the window. The sun’s not quite setting, but its close.

“That was one persistent bastard.”

You freeze. You’ve never heard that voice before. It’s smooth, but playful. Someone steps over to kneel beside you. Short and wild black hair framing a mischievous face. She wears a very short, but simple black dress. And…

You flinch. And try not to scream again. She has three red curvy… scythe things sprouting from one side of her back. From the other is a trio of blue, arrow-tipped… tentacles? And there’s a weird, green snake on her wrist.

You’ve never seen someone look just so… ‘youkai’ before.

“Name’s Nue. Sorry about, well, everything. I guess. Hey, you wanna…”

A knock on the door.

“Just a second.” Nue hops up and walks to the door.

Straining, you lift yourself just high enough to see it over your breasts. There’s a little hole in the back of her dress for those… things. Nue unlocks the door and opens it a crack. There’s a short, muttered exchange. She jumps.

Nue opens the door. Striding through, wearing the same brown hat and jacket ensemble she had before, is Aya. She glances around, before fixing her gaze on you.

She visibly blushes, but shakes her head. She looks away.

Nue returns to your side.

“Ms. Honda, you need to leave. Now.”

“What? Why?”

Nue slides her hands along your arm. “Hey, can you move?” You try to lift your arm. It shakes, but it does lift off the ground. A little. “Crap.”

“No time for details.” She glances out the window. “Let’s just say you made the right call, about your story. Someone’s been possessed, and she’s on her way. I can’t afford to get in a fight with her right now, and you don’t want to be around when she comes.”

“…Who? Does she know where I live?”

“She knows where you are, and…” Aya looks you over. “I don’t think you’re in any condition to fight her.”

Nue massages your belly. “Do you think anything’s broken?”

You lift your head on your elbows. Your muscles scream in protest, but the bones seem fine. “I don’t think so.”

Nue sighs. “Good enough, I suppose.”

“Hey, I s-”

The door slams open.

“What the hell is this?” Shizuha stands just behind Aya. “And who the hell are you?” She marches toward you. She kicks Nue off.

“Hey!”

“Who is she, and just what did she do to you?”

“I didn’t do anything!”

Shaking, you look back to Aya.

“Who’s been possessed?”

Aya glances at Shizuha, before returning to you. “Someone powerful. Please, let me handle the details.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“The black book’s new puppet.”

Shizuha freezes.

“Heading here. Right now.”

Nue leaps to your other side, now across from Shizuha. She slides your bra back over your breasts. “Hey, Naoko’s girlfriend, wanna get her panties?”

“What? I am not-!”

“Yeah, yeah. You gonna dress her or do I have to?”

Shizuha grumbles, but moves down to your legs.

“A-hem!” Aya glares at Nue. “Are you going to get her out of here, or do I have to drag her out myself?”

“…Where would I go?”

“Good question. I can’t speak for everyone, but the Moriya Shrine is far away, reasonably well protected and-”

“And on what is literally called ‘Youkai Mountain.’” Shizuha all but seethes. “No thank you.”

“A lot of the youkai don’t particularly like the shrine. There wouldn’t be too many undesirable visitors.”

“And what happens when the gods find out about her aura? You think they won’t find a way to exploit her?”

“Uh, hey. If shady gods are a problem, what about Byakuren’s temple. She’s nice, honest, and good at protecting people.”

“Even worse! The entire temple is crawling with youkai! It’d be an orgy in minutes!”

“Orgy?” Nue looks genuinely confused. “Why would it…”

Shizuha groans. “If she’s going anywhere, it’s to the Taoists’ place. Wherever that is. We just need to find one of them and convince them to let us in.”

A thought occurs to you. A part of you’s too scared to say it, but if it helps the village…

“If I’m all she wants, maybe it’d be better if…”

“I swear to Aki, Naoko. I will tie you up, gag you, and haul you off myself, if you finish that sentence.”

Aya glances at you, before turning away to study the window. “She'll be easier to bargain with if she doesn’t already have what she wants.”

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Where to?

[X] Moriya Shine. The shrine itself is just gods, so it’s the safe bet. Maybe?

[X] Myouren Temple. Abstinence is a thing in Buddhism, right?

[X] Miko’s place. If you can just get in, then it’s all humans. Probably.

[X] Bamboo Forest? If you’re going to hide, where’s better than the forest of the lost?

[X] Write-in.
>> No. 38598
Also, a heads-up. I’ll be out of town for a crucial part of next week and essentially all the following week, so this may very well be my last update this month. But whatever happens in the next couple of weeks, I should return to my usual schedule next month.
>> No. 38607
[X] The Land of Rear Doors

Haha! Time for Newhus!
>> No. 38612
[X] The Land of Rear Doors
admittedly, this isn't a bad place to try and go. Okina is a god, and it's damn near impossible to get to unless she wants you there... which is also the biggest problem with it in the first place. If we can get help from Okina though, were (hopefully) fairly safe from whoever is chasing us.
>> No. 38615
[X] The Land of Rear Doors

I gotta vote for that, if only cause I'm curious as hell to see how'd you implement it
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