[x] Relieve it. As dapper as you are, you’re still human.
Right, nothing wrong with a bit of self indulgence. Hormones are hormones, after all, and it would do you no good to deprive yourself of a very human urge. Thus, you find yourself some tissues, lock the door to your room (you’ll have to ask why the clinic of all places has locking doors), and let yourself sink into a sexy fantasy world.
First off, the subject. Well, Keine’s softness is still fresh in your mind, so there you go. Hell, since it’s a fantasy why not have Reisen as well? Yes, that works. And they’d be doing something sexy like making out on a bed or in the sixty-nine position. Wait, no, Reisen would be eating out Keine while she pleasures herself. And you’d walk in on them during coitus. Wait, even better, in the middle of orgasm! Yeah, that’s the ticket. Keine’s prodigious breasts would shake as her body tenses and Reisen would moan into Keine as she herself reaches climax, the two of them making an obscene chorus. Then they’d notice you and in their sex mad state (or whatever) they’d naturally pull you into the fun, stripping you down in record time. Then…both of them would perform fellatio? No, no, that doesn’t sound right. Keine would fellate you while Reisen sits in your lap and you play with her body? A bit awkward, but hot nonetheless. Your hands rubbing her perky breasts as you nibble her…wait, does she have ears on the sides of her head? Or only the top? …Sod it, she has ears and you’re nibbling them (you remember your ex loving it). While that’s happening, Keine would be going to town using her assets for a truly wonderful titwank. You’d have to reach down and give them a squeeze. In fact, you could do just that while putting it in her as Reisen takes control of her mouth in a kind of bisexual spitroast. Yeah, that’s the way. Also get a good grab of Keine’s shapely arse. Tha-ha-ah…there you go.
After you finish cleaning up, you find yourself ready for a night’s rest with a clean mind. As random as that spike of lust was, you feel better for it. Lying down, you quickly drift off into a deep and restful sleep.
You find yourself being rather abruptly shaken awake. With bleary eyes you try to find the rabbit responsible, but instead find a tall woman dressed in a white dress with a blue sash…apron…thing on the front and a dual pointed hat. Also a lot of golden yellow fluff behind her.
“Mister Mills?” The Golden Woman asks you in a serious tone.
“…Yes, that’s me.” You’d have given a more eloquent reply, but seeing an unexpected woman in your room after being awakened from a deep sleep has you a bit off kilter.
“I am Ran, Shikigami of Yukari Yakumo. You would normally be woken up around this time, yes?” The golden woman asks as she hands you your watch from the table.
⌛: 5:30 a.m.
“Close enough. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask with a bit of an edge creeping into your voice. Whatever a Shikigami is, the fact that she’s connected to Yukari has you on edge. The one known as Ran responds with pulling a folded paper from her voluminous sleeve and handing it to you. You open it and read its contents.
“…I’m about to be shanghaied again, aren’t I?” You ask.
“Any chance of delaying this? I have work to do this morning.”
“Unfortunately, no; she insists you come as soon as you awaken. Now, if you would please get ready? Oh, and don’t bother with the shoes.” Ran says while turning around. You take the given opportunity to dress yourself (sans shoes), keeping your irritation mostly at bay. Surely Yukari has some reason for needing to speak with you first thing in the morning. Or she’s just messing with you. Either way, you’re soon dressed and ready to go. You bring up informing someone of your departure, but apparently Ran has already taken care of that. Convenient. Guess there’s nothing left but to follow her through the shard of Eyevoid that appeared when you weren’t looking. Despite how useless it would likely be, you’d rather like to have Cornelius right now…
One quick jaunt through the Void of Eyes later and you’re inside a different and distinctly Japanese room. You quickly set your gaze on the increasingly familiar blonde woman sitting at a low table and sipping tea (green, from the smell).
“Welcome to my home, Mister Mills. Sleep well?” Yukari’s excessively cheerful voice greets you. She’d to be dressed in something resembling a cross between an actual dress and a puffy evening gown.
“Well enough. Now, as for why I’m here?”
“Oh, there’s time enough for that in a bit. Care for some tea?”
“Thank you, but no. I would rather like to be done with this and back at Eientei as soon as possible.”
“Oh, pooh. Is there really any need for such seriousness? Mokou isn’t even here for me to behead. Unless…” Yukari says with a sly look, causing you to tense up.
“No? Then how about Kaguya? It would be fair, after all. Or maybe I could pick on one of the rabbits. They do have plenty to spare, so why not lose one or two?” Oh, that tears it. She begins to say something else, but you quickly cut her off.
“Damn it, what is your bloody problem, woman?! Are you trying to prove yourself a miserable shrew?” You shout at her, fury filling you as the sound of wildly pounding drums fills your head. “You, you bloody fucking damn beastly excuse of a female, have been nothing less than a damn blight on what has been a rather enjoyable stay in Gensokyo. Killing Mokou repetedly, messing with Keine, terrorizing a little girl, threatening Kaguya and the rabbits, dressing like a trollop, and waking me up early! What the fuck?! What kind of horrid bitch does that? Wha-” An iron grip on your shoulder causes you to turn around to see who dares touch you. Apparently it’s Ran who dares and a cold, vicious look is in her not-so-human-looking eyes. The sudden lack of drums (or any other instrument, for that matter) gives you the feeling that continuing your rant would be a very foolish move indeed.
“Ran, calm down. Mister Mills isn’t fully himself right now.” Yukari says, voice as cheerful as ever.
“Yes, Mistress.” Ran says before letting you go. With a grip like that she could crush walnuts if she wanted. Yukari smiles and then, without another word, points her fan at you. Suddenly your hands feel rather tingly and, looking down, you see your gloves have changed from white to a sickly dark yellow. While that is indeed odd, what is odder still is that they fall off your hands in tatters of cloth, forming into a lump at your feet. The lump then shifts and shakes a bit before melding and changing form into your mask.