[X] in the Shrine.

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“Nnuh...?”

Wha...?

Fuck, where am I...?

I wake up with my face on something white and soft with my ass up in the air. White...? Soft...? —!? Did I...!?

I turn my eyes up, expecting to see a sleeping face.

Instead I see a crotch: the crotch of a pair of bloomers, being worn. Whose bloomers? Where is this? My arms are under me... There’s a dark stain on the tatami mat below me... Considering where it is, that’s probably from my cum—Ah! I remember!

These are Marisa-san’s bloomers!

Marisa arrived last night drunk and fell asleep without changing out of her clothes!

It was a blessing. I came while breathing in her crotch while she was knocked out, and it seems I fell asleep after... Phew, I thought I’d slept with someone; that would be bad.

I smile to myself with relief...

...

I frown.

“...”

... Wait, this is awful, too! “Relief”!? This is absurdly degenerate! I’ve never even done anything like this before—what is wrong with me!?

I look up to her crotch again. The cloth is a little transparent; it seems she’s been sweating and... well, she’d probably felt something from how much I was huffing against her last night. Hm. Hmm...

“... She won’t mind.” I mutter, and I push my face under her skirt again.

“Mmf... ip’s ghud...” I mutter, immediately feeling dizzy as my cock grows again. She’s definitely sweaty and definitely fell asleep just like this, and... yes, she got a little aroused, it seems. Nmf... this stuffy smell is basically like an aphrodisiac for me. I look up into the black void of her clothes while absentmindedly stroking myself and thinking about what to do today... I left my robe somewhere in the shrine—I have one. It’s nice walking around naked everywhere but geta and a robe are a minimum requisite for protection from the elements. After that... Hm, cum on Marisa’s face? She probably won’t wake up—I recall her being completely out of it last night. She won’t be bothered or anything even if I d—

“Kchu!”

I freeze.

... You know, even if I’m like this now, I still have some worries about “getting caught”... I pull myself from out of Marisa’s crotch and push myself up, sitting cross-legged. Who was that just now? No offense to her, but the voice sounded too cute to be Reimu-san...

... Ah.

Sitting at one of the walls, with a rice cracker she can hardly carry held in her hands, is a sniffling Shinmyoumaru. Sukuna Shinmyoumaru, the Inchling Princess...

Huh...


It’s an exceptionally rare get!

Ignoring me and my almost fully-readied cock, the squatter puts the senbei to her mouth and begins to munch. This girl, hardly bigger than my hand (actually, she must be smaller), is not one who likes to show herself to most humans or youkai. The little princess is a wise one, and knows that in a land of giants one who is diminutive had best keep careful. I’ve heard admirable tales about her adventurous and sweeping exploits, however... She is smartly cautious and impressively, but not foolishly, brave. I’ve always wanted to talk to her... show her a clock...

A clock. I make clocks. I’d love to know what she thinks of one up close, inside. Would it be like a tower to her? I haven’t seen the inside of a clock tower myself. I’ve yet to check inside Scarlet Devil Mansion’s...

Honestly. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her—I’m rather taken aback.

Perhaps it’s just my village ignorance, but I’ve always assumed any and every princess is sure to be a gorgeous, impeccable beauty. The Ghost Princess, Saigyouji Yuyuko-sama is. The Moon Princess, Houraisan Kaguya-sama is. That is to say, I have corroborating evidence...

So, I’m surprised to say that Sukuna-sama is not... Rather, she’s very... very, very cute.

The Inchling Princess stuffs her face as I watch her, staring off at a corner in the ceiling and, apparently, thinking. So, as rumored she indeed feels safe at the Shrine... At any rate: yes, she’s cute. I don’t mean to suggest it’s her size either. Her bobbed, lavender hair is cute. That small bowl she wears as a hat is cute. A cute, soft and layered, red-cloth and gold-lined kimono... Cute. Her bare feet and wiggling toes are... so cute! She’s carrying a scabbard made of fabric, it looks like, around her hip and the blade’s handle looks remarkably similar to... Oh. Oh!! That’s “it”, isn’t it!? The “Shining Needle Sword”!

It’s just a needle! My god, she really is adorable!

Her face is round and pretty and her eyes are open and innocent. Finding her again would be very difficult for me. Obviously, I have to beat off now while she’s here and I have the opportunity. Instantly covering a girl’s body with semen in one jet: that is undoubtedly a once in a lifetime opportunity. If I’m even luckier, this could even happen again. And I mean really, consider this: she has a big bowl right there—looks like she can ride in it. Actually, doesn’t she? I’ve heard she does. She can get in the bowl. Yeah: it’s perfect.

That said, we are at the Shrine... Hmm...

So if I like, I can double up here—Yeah, it looks like Reimu-san is sleeping here too. The fairy must be asleep underneath the Shrine, right?

With my hands on my knees and my penis hyped, I consider my options.

Hmm. Hmmmm...

... Alright: I’ve come to a decision.

I’ll go to Shinmyoumaru—


[] and use her exclusively to jerk off.

[] and have her speak with me while I’m jerking off on Marisa’s face (and then, she’s next).

[] and have her speak with me while I enjoy Reimu-san’s crotch (and then I’ll cum all over her).

[] and have her accompany me while I molest that sexy fairy, Clownpiece (naturally, I will use her too).


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Bloomer image source: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/1439235

>>40358
>I've always thought it strange that we had so little clown cunny porn here. I was sure she'd be a crowd favorite when she was introduced.
Well I am VERY glad she's the crowd favorite here. Massive update incoming.

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[X] and have her accompany me while I molest that sexy fairy, Clownpiece (naturally, I will use her too).


There’s no better option.

“Ahhehem.” I clear my throat, fist before my mouth. This gets her attention. It’s always the little things I do, I find, that get people to pay me attention. I close my eyes and smile at the needle-princess, filling myself with spirit for an energetic greeting. “Hello there!” I say. “Good morning!” I open my eyes and look at her as my heart beats anxiously. I mean, this should go fine but...

“Mmm... Hello,” she replies. Yes! “Good morning,” she answers me politely after moving a chunk of senbei that was in her mouth into her cheek. “Who are you?” she asks.

“My name is Senzai Odou,” I say. “I am a humble clockmaker.”

“‘Clockmaker’?” she repeats, cocking her head and chewing her food. She swallows. “You’re not a body builder?”

“I—I’m not that muscular...” I answer, laughing nervously. I... I sort of am that muscular. I do stay fit... “Wha—What’s your name, my lady!?”

“Ah, I shouldn’t introduce myself while eating...” she says, it seems to herself. She looks down at her feet and rests her cracker over her lap before regarding me again. She wipes her mouth with the back of her left hand and say, “My name is Sukuna Shinmyoumaru.”

“Sukuna—!” I lift my eyebrows and act surprised.

“You’ve heard about me?” she asks, pointing to herself.

“Oh, umm... yes,” I feign nerves in this case.

She bows slightly. “Pardon my intrusion;” she says, “I like to stay at Reimu’s place sometimes, and don’t always announce myself. You’re a guest? I should apologize for startling you, um... I was hungry, so...”

She looks away, smiling and blinking with barely hidden guilt.

... Honestly, “apology” is the least of what I can do. I should outright repent for what I’ve done over the last two weeks. Her innocence is cute.

I stand and walk over to her. Honestly, I must seem like a colossus to someone so tiny, not even a standard “giant” as most probably seem... Without my innocuousness I’d definitely freak her out, even if I wasn’t semi erect with a penis oozing out semen from a previous night’s ejaculation.

I sit before her when I reach her, cross-legged, slouched, and with my forearms at rest atop my thighs. My cock bounces over her head, and she looks up at it, going slightly cross-eyed. Hmm... is its head bigger than hers—?

“You’re hard?” she queries. Er, what...?? She knows about sex!? Or... at least about men’s penises. Well... I suppose she doesn’t exactly look like a “child”. Actually, up close it seems as if she actually has a sizable bust under that kimono of hers. Her proportions are... she seems like, perhaps, an adolescent. An adolescent with big breasts, but she’s tiny... What is this combination? It’s madness.

At any rate, my Boy very much appreciated that question, and moves as if to respond: “You think that’s hard? Check this out”. He’s really... absolutely unruly; I don’t know why I deal with him.

Shinmyoumaru’s eyes widen. “It’s getting even bigger...!” she notes. Come now, girl, you’re going to make him start outright showing off. While I’m getting heated she asks, “Why? Don’t these only get hard when on wedding nights and other nights where partners are trying to make a child?”

Hohh. A clinical and naive perspective. I suppose I can educate her a little.

“They get hard when a person is excited, sexually,” I say, bluntly.

“Why are you excited, sexually?” she asks, very confused.

“Hmm... several reasons. One of them is you, umm... Sukuna... sama? I’ve... heard that you are a princess,” I explain.

“Just Shinmyoumaru is fine...” she blinks, thinking over what I said. “... You think I’m sexually attractive!?” she seems surprised. I haven’t seen someone react so surprised from something I’ve done or said in a while now, even counting before I’d met that god. I straighten up. So... there are ways around the curse...? She continues talking, saying, “But I’m really boyish,” while looking perplexed and befuddled. “Aren’t men attracted to girls with long hair and girls who are, you know... tall? I’m... very tiny, Odou-san.”

Hng...

My Boy gives the word: We’re doing this, buddy, he says. My dick rises completely and I shiver with feeling, a ripple of pleasure going up my shaft, and I can feel a bit of nut ready to escape.

Shinmyoumaru goes on, looking at me incredulously and smirking now, saying, “I like my short hair and I like keeping it messy but you must be a weirdo, Odou-sa—” She stops. Semen has dropped from my cock and plopped down onto her senbei: just one thick globule. “Oh...” she looks at it. More cum drips from me, pooling on top of the cracker. Shinmyoumaru sits still as it falls, almost expressionless... maybe a touch curious.

And now my heart is beating strongly enough that I can feel it in my throat. I struggle to speak, but I have to. I have to suggest this. I tell her—I tell the Inchling Princess: “You should... try it...” A nervous, shaking smile is stuck on my face. I can feel myself sweating.

Shinmyoumaru lifts her cracker and squints a bit with one eye, scrutinizing the cum. She tips the cracker back a little and it oozes toward where she’d left off biting at the snack. Wait... she’s... she’s going to do it...!?

She opens her mouth...

I open my eyes wide, leaning forward...

She takes a bite of the cracker, with my semen caking it, her small mouth barely able to fit the entire mixture.

My... fucking... WORD...!

She’s doing it, lords have mercy!

Shinmyoumaru chews it, squinting both eyes now and moving it from cheek to cheek. After doing this a few times, she struggles to, but she swallows it, and she burps, all of this leaving an unpleasant look on her face. “Eugh...” she grumbles, “that tasted weird...”

“You should just have more of it,” I speak without thinking, as if possessed. “To get used to the taste. Here. Try it.” I pinch the other end of the senbei and push the semen-covered cracker toward her mouth. Shinmyoumaru makes a face and shuts her eyes, but after a moment she opens her mouth as I suggested, opens it wide, and begins to drink my semen from off the top of the senbei cracker. She starts to gulp in a second, and I completely freeze. My heart and dick both pound, the latter twitching and filling painfully with blood now. Sperm gets onto her cheeks, but she just bites, licks, and swallows more of it. After about half a minute of her eating and drinking this – turning her head and lapping at it, sucking at it, breathing the odor for a while – the cracker is a darker shade of brown, a bit soggy with my semen, and she’s thumbing cum from the sides of her face, wearing a drowsy expression.

I gulp.

She hiccups, and then makes a grumbling noise while licking at the inside of her closed mouth. “... I think you’re right, Odou-san,” she eventually says. “It was an odd taste, but I started getting used to it like you said.”

Dragon God and Buddha, what? Seriously? Ahaha, what!?

Okay! Sure!

“Shi-Shi-Shinmyoumaru-sa—Shin... Hey, wh-why don’t we go somewhere else to talk? We wouldn’t want to wake Marisa-san and Reimu-san, right?” I manage to make this suggestion while utterly losing my mind.

“Good idea,” she says, taking the cracker from my fingers and biting into it again. Dear god...! “Where should we go?”

“W-We’ll bother the fairy squatting underneath the shrine. Would you like it if I carried you?” I ask.

“Oh, sure, I don’t mind that. Pick me up, but be careful please,” she requests. I smile a wobbling, almost mad smile.

Probably something for everyone.

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[X] Fuck Clownpiece’s ass. The time is now.


An idea stirs, but it must take a back seat.

Shinmyoumaru, in her infinite, curious innocence, has begun kissing my Boy long, and running both her hands up my shaft. She adjusts when he bucks with pleasure, caressing, kissing, and tonguing those places where my pleasure had spiked. She’s trying to make me cum.

I screw my tongue into Piece’s narrow hole, and as I’m tasting her the fairy starts gasping loudly and lifting her hips.

For a minute or two I grope her ass and keep licking. I grind my tongue against her urethra, smiling as she twitches and gasps more. “Ha ha...” I chuckle, pulling my tongue away. “She looks like she’s going to p—”

She shudders, relaxes, and starts to urinate on my face: a cute, warm, translucent/golden stream, landing directly on my cheek.

She keeps shivering while wetting herself and me, and I... really I’m just enraptured,

I hear Shinmyoumaru gasp, “Ah—!”

My dick swelled up again. I’m about to let myself out on this fairy’s bed...

Hrm, I may as well.

“Nn... Nn... It’s pulsing...!” says the princess with surprise while I let out a new batch of semen. Curious, I decide to turn over and as I do I feel Shinmyoumaru clinging to my manhood. When I’m completely on my rear, she’s falling onto her rear: down on my balls.

And I’m still in the middle of orgasm.

“Ah... Ahhh...” the Inchling moans nervously as semen falls onto her “hat”, eventually dripping from the rim. She keeps her hands lifted, jism landing in her palms and flowing through her fingers. More cum rolls down my cock. Soon enough, before me and behind Shinmyoumaru lies a veritable pool of sperm.

Shinmyoumaru looks like she’s been possessed, or done some sort of opiate. Well, logically from how the morning has gone so far... it’s because of “man smell”, and semen.

My sperm doesn’t... Honestly, no sperm has an aphrodisiac effect. I’ve cum on and near several girls now and the Princess here is the first to react like this...

Who would have thought: the little princess has a cocksmell fetish. I don’t imagine even she’s ever realized or had the opportunity to indulge it.

“Are you alright, Shinmyoumaru?” I ask her, holding my dick as I wait for it to recover.

“I’m kinda... dizzy...” she replies. She’s about a third coated in still-flowing jizz. Quite the sight. Quite the sight... Oh?

She cup her hands as cum rolls off her cap; to catch it. She then brings it to her face, smells it... smells it again, and twice more, then laps at it... Finally, she takes it largely into her mouth.

I swallow; so does she.

“Mmh...” she moans lightly. She catches another drop with her right hand and starts gulping down that as well. My dick approves. This is just what I needed.

... Ah, you know what? I think I’ll hotdog the fairy.

“Shinmyoumaru, I’m just going to move you...” I say as I pick her up with both hands, “over here...” I put her next to Piece’s left inner-thigh. Then, I pull off the Hell Fairy’s tights, wipe my wet dick off with them, and smoosh them into the semen pool, fancying the possibility that she’ll eventually put them back on. Then, unceremoniously, I turn back to her and turn her body over, spreading her legs apart. If she hasn’t woken up by now, I don’t see what will cause her to. She’s snoring, actually. Shinmyoumaru is now dazed while sitting next to Clownpiece’s other inner thigh now that the girl’s been flipped onto her stomach.

I keep my left hand squeezing at the back of this loli’s left thigh, pressing into her plump and slightly jiggling ass just a bit. I then spank her once with my right hand, like her ass is a drum.

“Hahh...!” She lets out a passionate breath

...

I may do a quick update in a few hours after this, depending on the votes. If I do, it won't count toward Nanowrimo.

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[X] I nut up Clownpiece’s ass, and give Shinmyoumaru a kiss while I empty my balls inside the fairy.


I’m compelled to lean down and plant a kiss on this adorable girl. However, sadly, I am not a contortionist. Even if I was, I’m sure I couldn’t bend in quite the right way to reach her with my amount of body mass.

For now... this.

I take my right hand from Clownpiece’s hip and drape it carefully over the princess’s back.

“Eh...?” she manages to say while twitching from the force of my thrusting.

I concentrate, breathing wholly from my nose. I feel it, I’m about to finis.

I pound one final time.

Shinmyoumaru body rocks, and she flinches throughout herself again.

But I haven’t cum yet...

... I drag myself partway out of Clownpiece’s stretched ass. My cock is slick with cum, and glistening, and it’s a split second away from letting loose. “Here...” I say, and I gently pull Shinmyoumaru down onto it, pressing her a little more to the top of my shaft. “Stay still,” I tell her.

And I start to cum.

“Ghuh!? Nnn... NNnnNnGGh...!” Clownpiece squeals, clawing at her sheets. Her anus clamps down on me more than before, and I resist going to hilt while this grip rings most of my length.

My cock is pulsing with semen and Shinmyoumaru, sitting directly against it, is feeling every load pump forth as I dump into Clownpiece’s ass.

“Khh, hn, huhh...Ahh... Ng—!” She half-lids her eyes, drooling and making a bevy of cute sounds.

She’s feeling it...

Almost losing her voice, she pushes her hands down on me and grips at my shaft, her tiny nails futilely trying to dig into a plump vein.

And...

... her crotch...

... gets damp... but not—

“Shinmyoumaru...?” I barely manage to whisper.

She can’t answer; she only gives me an “Oh... Oh... Mg...”

And then, she wets herself.

Clownpiece does too. I didn’t think she had any left. Her piss splatters into the sheets and residue gets dabbles my thighs and knees. Meanwhile Shinmyoumaru’s pee warms my shaft and runs down into my pubic mound.

“Hime...” I say with concern as she moans to herself.

She then... starts to cry.

Hearing her quiet sobs runs a dagger through my heart.

“I’m sorry...” she apologizes.

...

No.

I take her up in my right hand, her back lying against it...

... and through the sheet of cum running off of her, I kiss the top of her head.

“Hnn... gh... eh...? Odou... san?” she mutters. I change her angle, put my mouth on her crotch, and start sucking through her bloomers. “W-Wait! That’s... dirty, ah...!”

I swallow, twice. It doesn’t taste good but, you know...

I bring her before my face, thumbing pee off my lips. I’m still flooding Piece’s asshole with cum all the while, and I’m now pushed up her oven of an ass to the root, massaging her left cheek with feeling.

The Inchling Princess’s pee doesn’t taste pleasant... but it’s the principal of the thing.

I bring her face toward my lips, and I kiss her cheek.

Would love to plant one on her lips, but... it’s not something I can do.

I gently rub at her crotch with my thumb. She warms up all over, spreads her arms a little, and hugs my chin.

From there, she kisses me back, on my lips. Or rather, on my bottom lip. I close my mouth after having opened it in light shock. I proceed to (essentially) kiss her back, feeling up her body kindly with my other fingers as I do.

O... kay then, next let’s just...

I hold the base of my penis with my other hand and start to slide out of Piece, tugging out of her ass at the end with a satisfying, sharp sound of air. She trembles; I blow one last load onto her shaking back after a tremor of pleasure washes over me. I then I rest as semen flows out her now somewhat-gaping hole.

Cum is dripping off all three of us, and piss now too. We begin to cool down on the bed, Clownpiece groaning in ecstasy, me huffing hotly, and Hime moaning both passionately and happily. We keep kissing, and I keep patting my dick against Clownpiece’s twitching asshole, completed satisfied.

Never fall asleep.

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[X] Ask for her to join you in your travels.


I set her back down in the tub, lowering the bucket so it can fill back up over its edge. “Hey, Hime?” I address her. She looks up, and blinks. “Did it also feel... for you... like...” ... How on earth can I say this?

“Like we were together?” she asks, tilting her head.

“... Like I was plowing you.”

“You mean, like sex?”

I nod.

“Yeah...” she says, looking down and putting a hand over her lower stomach. “It was shaking me all the way through...” She closes her eyes and gives me a cute look of disbelief, saying, “I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was a real shock!”

“In a good way?” I ask.

“Mm...” she affirms with a sound: quiet and fond. Opening her eyes, she spreads her legs brings her other hand to her vagina. The color in her eyes starts to fade. “And when you ejaculated,” she says, “it felt like you were doing it inside me.” She puts up her knees as one of her fingers drags up her slit. She flinches, and sighs heatedly.

Aw hell no, I’m not missing the chance to fill a “bowl” of hers with cum, with her still in it—especially not while she’s masturbating. I hurriedly sit on the edge of the tub, pounding at myself even before most of the water’s fallen off my Boy.

“That was nice...” she says, dragging her finger up and down.

“Hime... you’re masturbating,” I note.

“Aren’t you, too?” she asks.

“Because you started...”

“You really like this? The only sexy thing about me is my chest, and even then I’m so tiny...” she laughs dismissively.

“Don’t get me started on how much of you turns me on, Hime,” I retort, insistent. “I wanted to lick your legs earlier.”

“My legs... Like you’d lick them all the way up?” she asks, red-faced and bleary-eyed.

“And, if you wouldn’t mind, I would gladly try to get you off too.” I grab the side of the bucket with my left hand so it can’t drift off.

She puts her fingers into herself—two of them—and I straighten up in attention. “How...?” she asks.

“My tongue, against your crotch again...”

“Yeah...?”

“I’d kiss you on your ass, too... Touch your stomach...”

She doesn’t say anything. She lifts shoulders and squeezes her own wrist between her thighs. She’s looking a little dazed... I aim myself at her bucket.

“Hime... was I your first kiss?” I ask her.

“No... that was... Seija...” she says. Seija...? That amanojaku!?

Son of a... Although, I suppose I’m happy that I didn’t ignorantly steal one of her firsts.

“Hime... would you mind joining me for more fun from now on?” I propose.

“‘More fun’...? Like what?” she questions, locking eyes with me.

“I want to get you off, over and over. You can watch while I fuck, if you like. And perhaps... maybe... if you figure out a way to grow to a bigger size like you did when you first came to Gensokyo... maybe I can fuck you, too.”

“You want to have sex with me?” She moves her hand faster.

“Would you like that?” I ask outright, moving my hand in a way to surefire bring me to climax.

“That’s what I want to know,” she says, almost as if joking, but the way she’s pushing into herself now... The answer she wants is...

“Of course I want to...”

“Odou-san...”

“Hime...”

Clownpiece pipes up with, “I’m getting out the bath!”

Me and Hime look at one another intensely, both frowning and keeping our eyes locked on one another. I shudder, she shudders, and I jizz into her bucket.

“Guh!” she gasps as a glob lands over her face. Another hits her tit, and more starts filling the water.

Moving my hips, I feel my whole body aching.

“You like getting cummed on, right...?” I ask her, breathless.

Hime is thrusting at her hand and experiencing spasm after spasm, eyes shut and eyebrows flinching. After a few seconds of being hit with semen, she opens her mouth, and opens it wide. I gulp, and slowly aim at her tongue.

I let another out.

Hime flinches when it lands, steadfastly keeping her tongue out; waiting for more. So, I let go all over her face, or at least as much of this shot as I have left. In a few more seconds, her body is covered in milky white spunk.

“Drink it...” I lightly command while softening. She closes her mouth, and I can see movement in her throat. My Boy flickers to life. God, I can’t stop...

I partly stand in the water and take my left hand from her wooden float to her small back, pushing her up, standing her, and pressing her into my the top of my dick. My Boy is now pointed directly into the bucket. Alright, time to go.

I rub her until I can get hard again, taking about a minute or a little longer. She keeps her hands up beside her head girlishly, and just lets me. Hmm... her stomach is firm, her nipples are stiff, and her legs feel as good as I expected. Fucking amazing. I particularly enjoy how the ridge of my Boy’s head flicks as it passes her knees. She kisses me, I hold her close. My balls tense up. Okay, here it comes.

“Hime... feel it,” I bid. I let myself orgasm, my cock pushing against her as I shoot more and more into the bowl, spunk hitting her feet and pooling around her legs. After my third shot, I feel something warm running down and over the top of my dick.

“You let go again...?” I ask her.

“Yeah... I dunno, it just happens,” she tells me. I tap her buttocks with my middle finger. This feels good, too...

Alas, I have to let her go. I bring up my cock and tap her on the head with it twice. “There,” I tell her, “a semen bath.”

She sits down in the mixture of water and cum.

She breathes deeply, trembling and barely able to keep still. She moans, commenting, “It’s so thick... ng—!” I rub against her cheek lightly, appreciating the show.

“Have some from here,” I say, and I put my tip against her mouth.

And, she laps at the hole without a second thought, even sucking some of the semen out.

So I propose again, “How about it? Want to be my partner?”

Hime smirks with an open mouth, dragging her tongue from my urethra and spreading a clear and viscous fluid around. Meeting my eyes, she rests her left arm on the ridge of my cockhead like it’s a desk, patting it with affection with her other hand and saying, “Sure. Why not?”

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[] Shinmyoumaru’s clothes have been ruined. Go get her new ones.

[] Chill for a while. Get some clock work done. A nice opportunity to chat with Hime.

[] A sealed partnership is nice, but you needn’t be always together. Have a walk (alone) through the Village for now.

[X] Shinmyoumaru’s clothes have been ruined. Go get her new ones.


We finally leave the bath (after cleaning ourselves once more), and at the same time we both came to realize that the Princess has no spare clothing ready.

“You’re back...? Why’d you take so long in there?” Reimu asks as I walk into her sitting room. To be honest, I had the princess rest on my sack to service me after cumming, just to cum on her again, more copiously, and have her hugging me while I did it. Really, I only left because so much heat would have been dangerous... I was more than ready to continue.

Now, Hime is sitting naked in my hand. Seeing this, Reimu spits the tea she’d been drinking and Marisa – who was sitting close by and not paying attention – suddenly turns and leans away from Reimu’s spray. Reimu coughs against a fist, and when she’s recovered her breath she launches a wild look at the Inchling. “Shinmyoumaru!? What are you doing!?” she cries.

“I don’t have any clothes... They’re covered in semen, heheh...” Hime says this, and my Boy stirs.

“Go... get some!?” Reimu “suggests” with exasperation. She fishes under her table for a cloth and pulls it out, pressing against the tatami she’s stained. “Can’t you get some, Odou-san?” she addresses me while cleaning, keeping me in her sights but not her handiwork. “You’re the one who came on her clothes, right? Or at least that’s what I figure.”

Hmm... “Isn’t it fine if she’s naked?”

“Of course not, idiot,” she says. Huh.

“But I’m naked,” I say.

Reimu just looks perplexed, enough that she stops drying the floor for a moment. “... And? Anyway, you should fix that, Odou-san.” Dismissing me, she returns to her task. Hrm... so I can only really cause... “obfuscation” if I’m currently “acting” on another person or thing?

That’s fine. Also, I was figuring I’d get her knew clothes, anyway...

Hime hides behind my fingers while I walk over to the side of the table. There, I find it—folded where I left it. My yukata.

I unfold it and throw it on (briefly covering Hime with my sleeve before my arm is all the way through), afterward admiring myself and standing twice over.

I refer to my cock. I refer to my cock when I say I am standing twice.

The cloth falls over my back. This light lavender and white robe is decorated with warm-colored vines and flowers, giving it an overall wholesome and calming appearance. It’s smooth on my skin, but thick enough that nature doesn’t cause it much trouble on days of ordinary weather such as this. I keep it open of course, carrying the obi in one of the large inner pockets stitched into the kimono. In the other pocket... I’ll fish there briefly.

“Yep, still there...” I mutter to myself, hearing a familiar crinkle and feeling the folded packaging.

Yes...

My strip of condoms from the outside world.


My penis gets excited just from recognizing their presence. I suppose given I’ve already stuck myself inside of someone, as I’d predicted when purchasing these: I may in fact have need of them in time. Condoms are a bit of a hot commodity in the Village. Nobody here or within youkai society makes them—we can only get them from Outside World surplus. I get mine from an import store in the village... Not Kourindou, though Rinnosuke-san specializes in Outside World Goods. No; Kourindou would pick them up out of burning trash piles and sell them all the same.

... Oh, I shouldn’t have thought of that; I’m going soft.

I close one eye and press Hime against my cheek. Tits: healthy, slammin’. Stomach: athletic, aesthetic. Legs too: strong stuff. Oh, and I can feel the tickle of her thin pubic hair also, and she smells clean and lovely. Mm. Mmmm...

She makes a noise of, “Oh?” when I do this and—there, yep: my vigor is back and my Boy is getting up once again.

I give myself one more once-over, one hand on my chin and meanwhile slipping Hime into a chest pocket I have on the left side of the yukata. Yes. Looking fantastic and masculine. All is good, all is right.

I pinch one of my silver hairs and rub it between my fingers. Doesn’t seem dried out or anything... I put my palm onto my head and muss everything up. I tend to keep it shaggy and short—doesn’t go past my chin... I wonder if I should grow it out.

...

Before I go...

Marisa is right next to me, slouched and fiddling with a bowl of senbei on the table. I can use this little opportunity.

I crouch behind the Ordinary Magician and put my nose into her hair, at her scalp.

I breathe in, and sigh...

... Alright. Mmf. Now I’m much harder than before.

“You need a bath, Marisa-san...” I say. Her hair is rather musty, though still distinctly “Marisa” of the Magic Forest.

“Hn? Yeah, yeah,” she grunts and speaks dismissively. “I was waiting for the three of ya to finish. S’too small in there otherwise.”

“Fair enough,” I say, returning to my full height. Like that – with my dick entirely at the ready – I walk from the room, onto the porch, into my geta, and past the torii gate.

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I should learn how to fly.

Anyone can do it, it’s really only a matter of applying yourself and learning. I need to go to the places I’ve only ever heard of to ogle and/or molest gorgeous youkai, pristine gods, and exotic fairies from around the world. I need this.

After a ten or more minute journey, Hime and I have finally reached the Human Village. I should get to a doll maker... No, a proper tailor would be better; only one that makes doll clothes as well. Yamana-san should do. I start heading toward the market; on the path there you can find more artisans actually responsible for making some of what is brought to and sold in the market. I peak into my workshop’s window as I pass it by, out of habit... Doesn’t seem like any youkai or fairies have gotten inside.

“Is this your workshop, Odou-san?” Oh, Hime?

I stop for a moment.

“Yes, it is. There’s no real signage, so... how did you wager? Just from my looking into this particular shop?” I ask, pointing at my establishment through the window and looking down at my chest pocket.

“Heheh...! I spotted gears and stuff through the window!” she brags. Gears? I didn’t even notice those. Really... Amazing. That’s extremely impressive.

“What an insanely eagle-eye,” I compliment her. She polishes her nose smugly, I’ll add to her positivity. “Cool, Hime!”

“I can see really, really far. I dunno if it’s just Inchlings or just me—we used to live in the Underworld and couldn’t... We didn’t really... have the chance to look out far much.”

I get moving again.

“The Underworld?” I repeat. “With the oni and satori...?”

She nods.

What—!?“Scary!” A girl this tiny—a race this tiny was living there!?

“I guess a little...” she says. Sounds like she wants to move on. “So you really make clocks, Odou-san? A fascinating profession.”

When she suddenly sticks to formality, it’s cute. What a truly charming lass.

“It’s my first passion.” I reply. Right; I took to tinkering as a child, found clocks to be especially intriguing, and dedicated myself to the craft. My parents are farmers.

“You have a second passion?” Hime asks.

I answer: “Indulging myself, sexually. That one’s new.”

“Ahh, sex stuff, of course,” she sounds honest; like what I just said was that I also enjoy crafting miniature boats and dioramas (I do, as a hobby).

“Do you have anything you’re passionate about, Hime?” I ask her.

She brandishes a smile up at me that almost makes me stop by its magnetism, and with a zealous voice she declares: “Life.”

I smile myself at this, not even thinking about it, and I can feel that my expression is a shade incredulous. What a thing to say... Ridiculous.

...

But, mercy... Yeah.

... I’m probably going to fall in love with this girl eventually, aren’t I?

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“Yamana-san, are you busy today?”

“Odou-san? What’s the matter?”

I’ve brought this dashing princess to Yamana-san as I said I would. She’s an average villager and more importantly she’s one of my peers. We grew up together along with other artisan aspirants, and grew as close as siblings.

I’m saying: though I’m hard now—it isn’t because of Yamana-san. I make it a point to only be flaccid after I’ve completed gone to town and whatever was my target is flowing white, inside or out. When I’m spent, you see.

“Clear the store, please, and treat this for me. I’ll pay for your time,” I make my request.

“This” is actually Hime, covered within both of my hands by her request. Yamana-san sees that I’m hiding something and asks: “Clear the store... for a bird?”

“For an Inchling,” I correct her. She does not react to this, she only says...

“Oh, an Inchling. You have one?”

Cold, Yamana-san.

Well, I think if anyone other than I told her this, she would have reacted with surprise.

“She has no clothes,” I say, and Yamana-san raises her eyebrows, “She’s naked right now. Please take care of her.”

My sister entrepreneur nods and holds out her hands. With care, I move my hands forward and let Hime do the rest, the two of us “giants” keeping her out of sight.

“Oh, it really is an Inchling. Huh...” Yamana-san looks up at me during the transfer. “Yeah... I’ll take care of her,” she says. She looks at Hime and assures her with, “I’ve got you covered, little one.”

Before she’s covered up again, I can see Hime nodding once, enthusiastically. You go, Hime.

“I’ll wait then. If it takes longer than twenty minutes I’ll probably get moving,” I say. I then lean forward, bowing a bit, to whisper into Yamana-san’s hands. I tell Hime, “You know where my workshop is, so you can find me there... Let’s make sure we take off your clothes the next time I give you my cock and spunk.”

From inside Yamana-san’s hands, I hear an excited squeal. I stand straight, smiling in a very self-satisfied fashion. Yamana-san turns and enters her shop.

I turn as well, and stand against the wall by the entrance, glancing at the door as Yamana-san puts up a sign telling customers that they can’t come in.

It’s somewhat busy over here, in terms of foot traffic. We’re quite close to the marketplace after all.

I cross my arms.

“Hrm... ah.”

I probably shouldn’t have told Hime what I told her: now I’m dripping precum.

“Hmm... Hmm—hm? Hm? What?”

Someone... Someone pushed at me? On my right. There’s nobody there, th...

Uh...

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[X] Make conversation.


Alright... let’s remember this for later.

“Ahem,” I clear my throat.

She keeps going. Hmmm...?? That usually works...

“Did you... really have to go here?” I question her.

She doesn’t answer. Her flow continues undeterred.

Wow...

It’s going to be a minute long at this rate.

Unfortunately, I can’t get her real attention any other way. If I take a more noticeable action like tapping her shoulder, it won’t work with me as I am. With this curse it’s either a small bid for attention or I may as well not exist at all.

The stream between her legs slows and thins. She shivers throughout herself, fishes inside of her skirt pocket, and withdraws a tissue. Cleans herself... drops the tissue on the ground (!!), and she tugs her panties back up from her ankles.

“Mmm~...! All out, all out,” she chirps to herself, standing up. She then whimsically chants, “Water~, water~!” and turns from me.

I crouch and pick up the tissue from the ground, glaring at her.

In the past we used to toss our tissues carelessly to the earth—they degrade properly given their materials—but it’s not in any way polite in this day and age. I need to find a place to throw this out... Mercy, poor Yamana-san; there’s a pool here. I hope it dries before someone steps through it without noticing.

The youkai girl takes one hop forward.

...


[] Grab her wrist. (She must be scolded, and not even in a metaphorical/perverse way)

[] Tail her. (Where could she be from?)

[X] Grab her wrist. (She must be scolded, and not even in a metaphorical/perverse way)


I grab her wrist.

“Oi,” I say.

She tries to walk ahead, realizes that she can’t and, confused, looks to see why.

Well, I’m holding her wrist.

“Youkai, you can’t treat the Village like this,” I say. “Treat it with respect. Take this tissue and find a compost pile... Um, peeing on the ground is one thing!” I declare. “But throwing garbage on the floor is another! We’re supposed to burn our trash!”

“Who are you?” she asks, ignoring me. I frown and lower my brow.

The way she ignored me just now was atypical. She should have heard what I said, and since I’m grabbing her outright she should be paying attention. This youkai is strange. Well, all youkai are strange... Honestly, I probably shouldn’t be dealing with her but I know my curse has an effect on monsters and gods as well, so I...

“Ahem... it doesn’t matter who I am. Don’t litter,” I chide her.

She puffs out her cheek and grows visibly annoyed. “You’re a human, right? Right, naked human?”

“I’m a human, yes,” I confirm.

“You sound like the yama.” Oh? “But you’re not the yama. Can’t you shut up?”

Like the yama... Am I like her at all?

“Hello? Human?”

I mean, I could only—No. No, no, I’m not like her. Of course I’m not. I could never...

“Oh, so you’re really shutting up? Let me go, then.”

If only I could ev—Wait! Wait a second!

“You’ve met the yama!?” I exclaim.

“Onee-chan works for her,” she says. Works for—

“Whowha... You... Sis... Sister—! You’re sister’s... who!?” No way!

“Let me gooo~,” she complains. Wha—? No! I can’t!

“Take the tissue!” I thrust it toward her chest. “Wash your hands and... B-Before I let you go, who’s your sister? What does she do!?”

The girl reluctantly takes the garbage, grumbling, slouching, and furrowing her brow, nearly falling down and only being kept up by my hold as she loosens her body, becoming noodly. “She’s a... ‘warden’?” she says. “She keeps some mean ghosts from leaving.”

“‘Ghosts’...?” I repeat, confused. Where—

Suddenly, the girl disappears.

“Huh!?” I open the hand I’d been using to hold her. I swear I still felt her just a second ag—

There she is!

Right where she’d been before, the girl reappears. Flippant, she trots off, stepping forth twice before starting to float, entering the air, and vanishing again.

... Should’ve taken her panties—Wait, never mind that!

I’ve heard about this before... What was it? A... I suppose “prison” for ghosts? It’s “nearby” too, isn’t it...? It’s not... Hakugyokurou, not that I could get there without being able to fly. What? What was it? I’ve got to know.

I also have to wash my hands and clean my robe a bit.

I turn to Yamana-san’s door and crack it open, shouting within, “Girls! I’ll be leaving a moment earlier! Yamana-san, you can send me a bill whenever you like!” I close the door and start marching toward my workshop.

I really don’t know, but...

Couldn’t I have a chance? I could definitely have a chance here... right!?

To meet her again...

... Oh my goodness, I’m smiling too much.

Well, it’ll all be for nothing if I don’t know where to go. I’ll have to rely on someone else.

Who? Who would know about such a place...?


[] Akyuu, definitely.

[] Could Keine-san know...?

[X] Could Keine-san know...?


Maybe... Maybe...

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After I’ve made sure nothing’s stained and my body is clean of that mess from before, I quickly head toward the Keine-san’s temple school. There shouldn’t be any classes today, so bothering her would be fi—Wait, right, for me any time is fine, isn’t it? My head just remembers her skull, I suppose... When that half-youkai is angry, she doesn’t hold back, and she angers easily.

Thankfully I won’t have to worry about that...

Her temple school isn’t the most popular; kids attend it simply because the village has no standard education, and parents think it can’t hurt. Keine... was a teenager when I was a child. She became part-youkai at some point when she was younger, though no one’s ever been disturbed by or concerned with this, actually. We all knew her as a human, and the youkai that changed her was the rare, all-around good sort: a hakutaku.

Found the school. I’ll head to the classroom.

... If I had to say, all these elements combine to make Keine-san not someone I’ve ever looked at sexually. All that, and, what’s more—

“Hello? Keine-san? It’s Odou.”

“Odou, hm... Hello there.”

—she’s flat.

Keine-san is a nice-looking woman with a rather unremarkable figure and an attitude that makes you feel pressed up against spikes while you’re near her. Long hair is good, slender features are nice, and her composure is really second to none—she’s a very “together” person. But, she’s flat, not really filled out, definitely thin, she dresses very conservatively (with a long blue dress and a very elaborate hat) and she doesn’t care to smile often. Not bad things—don’t get me wrong—but I closed my yukata when coming in here for a reason. This sensei is simply someone I respect that I don’t lust after.

“Hm...? Your name’s Odou?” Hm? What? “Hey.”

Sitting backwards and shoeless at a desk and spreading her legs in a mannish way is...

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I... I can’t choose.


‘What are you doing? Get on with it.’


‘... Oh, I think I’ve got it!’


‘What?’


‘He wants to go after both of them!’


‘Ah...’

[X] ‘... Why not, then? Do it.’


‘Yeah! Do it!’


‘Show us something good...!’


I hope I’m not going insane on top of everything else.

...

I pull off my obi and stuff it into my pocket.

I look down at Keine-san’s ass...

... and I put my hand down over it.

“Do you know about any prisons for ghosts, Keine-san?” I ask her. Her bottom can’t actually fit my hand. I feel across the skirt of her dress, letting my fingers dip at the crevice between her cheeks. You can actually... see her cheeks through this dress. God damn.

I start rubbing it.

“A prison for ghosts...?” She confirms, unconcerned with what I’m doing. “I think that sounds like Hakugyokurou.”

“It isn’t,” I mutter. Keine-san... how have you been hiding this?

I stop my hand atop her left cheek and meet her eyes. “A youkai I met mentioned something about her sister being a warden for spirits... She herself didn’t seem to be a ghost or phantom—she had... attachments.”

“Attachments?” asks Keine-san. I stand behind her, resting my erection on her bottom. And, I put my hands on her hips. Keine-san turns her head, unable to meet my eyes but properly trying to address me. “Could you be more specific?”

I start to drag my hands up her sides. Her clothes... are in the way. However, if I don’t take this slowly, then...

“She had tentacles.” I think back while putting my fingertips over the teacher’s stomach and my right palm over her left breast. “... She also had something... Something like a globe, attached to the tentacles.” I’d been distracted at the time, but I remember that.

Keine-san whispers, “Nn... my stomach...” and I pause for a moment before... “clawing” below her navel. Only with the pads of my fingers. Only pressing in. “That sounds...” she frowns before continuing, but not unpleasantly... “... That sounds like a satori.”

Her belly is her weak point...?

I palm it and bring my right hand down over her thigh, Her body almost makes an S in my arms.

“It’s not a nue?” I hear Mokou ask.

I massage Keine’s stomach and feel her right thigh. She squirms again, and checking her face I see that she’s blushing, and her brow is trying (and failing) to stay composed. I start to gather the skirt of her dress into my hand.

“It wouldn’t be,” Keine answers her friend. As she does, I can feel her breath for a split second over my shoulder. It’s quite hot. Her body has gotten rather hot as well. “Nue... according to what we know, they don’t have anything... bulbous, I suppose, as a part of their tentacles.”

Her skirt is up. I turn it a bit and pull up the back side as well, hitching up as much of it as I can atop her ass and against my abdomen. Slowly, slowly – still keeping a hand over her lower belly – I put my right arm around her, and move to sit back on her desk.

Mokou notes, “On the red side, there’s like... these little rings or circles—”

And Keine, now seated between my thighs, cuts her off with “Those are just parts of ‘blades’.”

I put my hands into her dress from below, and feel her abdomen directly. With all ten of my fingers, I push into it and imagine its looks from its feel and shape. It’s tough inside... muscle. But, as the best parts of any body are, it’s soft overall. I bring my thumbs around the sides of her torso and press the gently to her back. Keine stops bothering to keep up with conversation, and instead brings her legs together. I take the opportunity to lean over her shoulder and see what sort of underwear she has on. They’re panties: mature in design, and white.

I bring my left hand up her front, and quite quickly I end up feeling the wire of her bra,

I withdraw both hands and put the left on my Boy and the other on one of her thighs. I slip my cock up the back of her dress, feeling her up against it and making her flinch. I push with my right hand, and her legs begin to spread.

“So does ‘satori’ bring anything to mind, Keine-san?” I ask.

“Eh?” She’s completely distracted now.

“You said it sounded like a satori,” I remind her.

“Oh... yes...” she replies. Her focus is on her opened legs.

“... Keine-san, do you work out or is your stomach this sexy by virtue of your therianthopy?”

“Se-...” She’s unable to say it.

I put my hands on her shoulders. “Let’s get this dress off so we can discuss it in better detail,” I suggest.

She doesn’t nod. She doesn’t say anything. She looks at my right hand on her same-shoulder, and breathes slowly. Her face: it’s sporting quite the blush now.

I reach to her collar and grab where it’s tied, tugging it loose by the broach she wears atop it. I then pull the dress down from her shoulders, but stop there. Have to admire how thin she is, really...

... When I’m ready, I take hold of her dress from the bottom and bring it up over her head; without my saying anything, she lifts her arms to allow me.

Drop it to the floor and lo: I have a were-hakutaku dressed only in her underthings.

I put one arm underneath her legs, put another at her back, and I lift her up in a bridal carry, standing and stepping over to the class-part of the classroom, where Mokou is seated and bored.

I drag the desk beside hers and make it face the wall. I sit down on it, bring the hand under her legs up, and I put my hand over her abdomen again.

“Your abdominal muscles are strong...” I tell her, tracing the lines of them. I palm her and rub kindly, looking in her eyes and saying, “Believe me, I know muscle.”

“I don’t do much...” she says, her eyes darting to my hand repeatedly. In fairness, I’m moving nearer and nearer to that waistband there... “I exercise, but I didn’t think it was really... noticeable.”

“Keine-san, it’s more than noticeable, it’s lovely,” I speak honestly. “I’ll say it again: it’s sexy as hell.”

“Well I...” ... She doesn’t seem to have a response for that.

“I thought your fat ass was enough, but this tight core is getting me going,” I say quietly. Keine blushes more and lifts her shoulders as I place my fingers above her crotch. “Sit up,” I tell her.

She does. I use the hand that was supporting her back (my right) to hold her stomach. I use the hand over her vagina in the only way that makes sense.

Caressing it up and down, I squeeze at her stomach muscles, through both hands driving pleasure into the teacher. She writhes with feeling.

Mokou looks up at us, disinterested.

“Where’d the conversation go?” she asks. Keine, who’s pushing her hips against my fingers and looking down in a daze, is unable to answer.

I go on like this a while before grabbing at the top of Keine’s thigh instead of the bottom of her stomach, gripping it powerfully as I spread her legs further. I move the front of her panties out of my way, hold my hand before her as the misty heat of her crotch eases into my digits.

And thus, I start finger fucking her.

It turns out that Keine is a quiet type when it comes to sexual acts. She’s huffing, and on rare occasion panting, but mostly she’s trembling against me and sweating. The louder her wet genitals become, the more she flinches as sounds reach her ears. Eventually I stop, intending to move and she puts a hand on my wrist. She grabs me and sits there, panting silently. Just that... I stand up—or rather, my cock stands up. I want to plow this woman. This demure invitation—really, this request... If you want to feel good, Keine-san, then my cock is ready to make sure of that.

But... I have to stop. I want to keep going, but... for a second—just for a second: I need to move.

I remove myself from the desk and leave Keine on it, standing before Mokou and pulling my previous seat closer. I start fucking Keine again with my left hand, and she holds a hand daintily over her mouth, squinting and watching the process. She’s near enough that I need to bend my elbow to do this, so... Perfect.

I put my right hand over Mokou’s ear.

She looks into my face blankly.

However, the more I fiddle with her ear, the more her expression warps with pink, uncomfortable sensation. Not discomfort. It seems she isn’t used to feeling like this.

But, that’s a nice ear...

Neck’s... looking very nice as well.

“Mokou...” I say, “do you really not think you’re pretty? You’d make the second person I met with that complex today.”

“It’s not... that...” she denies me as I snake through her hair and back to her ear. At our side, Keine starts to moan in earnest (quiet, whining earnest). “I mean, doesn’t matter if I’m pretty or not; my body’s as it is, I don’t dress to impress, and uh... I tend to smell like smoke, y’know?” She sounds embarrassed.

“What was that about your body?” I ask as I push two fingers, full length, up Keine’s vagina. The half-youkai gasps, shrinking into herself.

“I’m like... immature,” Mokou explains, not meeting my eye. “Forever.”

“Immature...? You don’t have breasts?” I ask.

“I’ve got something,” she admit, almost grumbling.

So, I put my hand on her left boob. She breathes in, and waits.

Meanwhile I slow my pace on Keine to a crawl, until I can feel her sliding her hips to push me straight into her cunt. I suddenly and massively speed up, and as her juices spray onto my arm, she starts biting her teeth together and growling. I keep this up until she’s shaking and I hear the desk she’s on screeching. She cums... and settles down at once. I pull my hand from the vice that is now her thighs and I lick her odorous juices from my left hand. No complaints here... When it’s “cleaned off”, I firmly push both my hands into Mokou’s bust.

I judge things such: she technically has more of a “breast quotient” than Keine, inasmuch as... “mass ‘jutting’ from the chest”, but she’s still “small”. She’s immature, as she said; like a fourteen year old girl, or thereabouts. Maybe even younger. Is that the age she was stuck in when she drank the elixir that made her immortal? It’s...

It’s not a bad thing, rather...

I unbutton her shirt, lift her bra up over her breasts, and expose their cute size for visual verification. I also expose her pink nipples for the benefit of my soul.

No... This is great, actually.

I grope Mokou’s upper body, but not with much strength. I lick at her right breast as well... and her left. I lick up her skin, even under her arms. She has an almost disarmingly frail-feeling body, given how much power she SEEMS to emanate casually. She’s... squishy, actually. Keine feels stronger; Mokou just feels nubile... Just—recently nubile. She smells fertile, and I could imagine this smooth, immaculate stomach growing big.

... Oh dear.

I feel my dick getting dangerously hard (dangerous, considering getting Keine off put my Boy into overdrive).

“You do smell like smoke,” I tell her. “It’s... interesting. It makes me think of you and...” I pause standing to my full height and presenting my cock before her eyes, “look just how hard I am.”

She looks. It’s almost as if she can’t not look.

I bend a bit and push it into her stomach. She keeps her eyes locked on the meat rod and straightens up.

After breathing steadily for a few moments, Mokou swallows, and speaks again. “That’s more from me...?” she asks glancing up at me. “You just got Keine to cum, didn’t you? Sure it’s... not her?”

“I want to cum on you, Fujiwara-san,” I deliver a basic declaration of intent.

“...” She looks down at my cock again, without a word. Her cheeks have been red for a while, now.

And, without a word, she puts her right hand down on my Boy.

Before I can remark on this, she starts stroking me. Really, she started at once, and strongly, and I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack,

“Then I’ll let you cum,” she says, bluntly. Next, she smiles a light and playful smile my way as she informs me this is: “Because you made Keine cum.”

No problems with that logic here.

I stand to full height again and let her jerk me off, keeping my right hand down on her shoulder and closing my eyes to maximize the feeling. Feels like the ocean, really... What—I imagine the ocean to feel like. Waves coming in and going out. Her grip is tight. Her fingers are completely unblemished.

I open my eyes and cast a gaze around the room while getting this handy. Keine is twitching beside us, nobody’s outside the school building, Mokou’s hair is jostling as she moves her hand up and down.

... Also, her nipples are stiff.

In addition to Keine’s lewd smell, another rose up while I was molesting Fujiwara-san, and the idea that she’s possibly aroused, well...

It’s making me want to breed, putting it succinctly. Not that I will... I’m not going to fuck someone who doesn’t want it (fairies don’t COUNT).

Also this isn’t enough. She’s working me with her hand but, without any lube I’m a bit worried... especially if Mokou ends up spontaneously combusting; she can do that.

I have a bit of lube in one of my pockets, but, more importantly...

I can do something else, can’t I?

Keine’s too out of it after her orgasm to do much but...

... a sloppy, double blowjob: how does that sound?

Or I can get Mokou up onto this desk and put my cock between her legs; fuck her thighs and get her off.

I can’t do both, and I don’t want to make too much of a mess in here (I’m going to clean up after).

What should I choose?


[] Missionary sumata with Mokou on a desk.

[] Double white-haired blowjob (Keine actually has a bit of blue hair... pubes are blue too, actually).

>>40451
>The red overalls
suspenders****

this is the sort of thing that only bothers me, probably

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[X] Missionary sumata with Mokou on a desk.


I withdraw a small bamboo canteen from the same pocket that stores my condoms, pulling a plug out of its side and near its top. Inside of this is a cornstarch and water mixture. It’s simple, but effective when my ejaculate isn’t present or enough... Though, come to think of it, I could use a girl’s as well conceivably.

For now, this. I tip the canteen, and its opaque contents pour, semi-slowly, over her hand.

Mokou looks up while still doing as she will: trying to wring one out of my dick. She puts her attention back on it when she hears the squelch of her hand’s movement, witnessing my steadily glistening penis and raising her eyebrows.

I stop pouring, plug back the canteen, and put it away.

“It’s so slick now...” she notes. I can feel her fingers more obviously rolling over my veins and head. She’s actually going back to the head often; holding at the crown’s flare for several seconds—longer and longer each time.

I’m moving with her, a bit, whether I’d like to or not.

The teacher’s friend seems fascinated with the sensation and shape of a man’s cock. She stops simply rubbing at me to put only her fingertips against it, moving slowly around and pressing inquisitively here and there. It... It feels a lot like teasing, though I’m sure she really is simply intrigued.

She cups my testicles with her other hand and makes a ring around my shaft with her thumb and forefinger, closing her mouth and half-closing her eyelids. With her wrist, she starts up pleasuring me again, and my knees almost give. She’s curious about that hefty sack now, it seems. I put my hand down on her head.

Mokou is actually giving me a hand job. This is insanity. I pull her toward me and push my hips forward, feeling her head tilt back as she lifts her chin. My cock pushes between her breasts, almost touching her jaw. She never stops moving her hands.

“Mf... fuh... You’re huge, man...” Mokou remarks.

“How do you like it...?” I endeavor to ask.

“‘Like it’, huh... Well, it’s girthy,” she notes, grinning just a bit and tightening her grip. “Look at this! It’s thick as hell.”

“I appreciate the compliment,” I reply, assuming that’s what this is. Hmm... How about...?

I put my other hand on my chin and suggest to her, “Hey, how about putting it in your mouth?”

She gives this suggestion a small “Hm,” and not three seconds later opens her mouth, just a little. Great. I pull her head forward, and feel my head on her tongue as it slips between her teeth. I move my hand from my chin and put it beside my other on her head.

“Phew...” I breathe out and push her down on me, feeling her let go and watching her close her eyes. Her saliva mixes with the lube, and the inside of her mouth heats my rod. Her jaw struggles, and she keeps her teeth apart. Alright...

I keep shoving her down, and touch her esophagus. “How’s this...” I ask, almost out of breath. It’s as if electricity is coursing through my penis, and I know I’m twitching inside here. Mokou opens her eyes briefly. I push in, and she closes them.

T... Tight...!

“Kphgg! Kah!” she coughs, and her eyelids clench. I inch further into her throat, I feel her tongue pressing and curling on my underside and I spasm, holding my cum back. I want to... stuff it in here, just for a little while.

When I’m most of the way in, but of course not to hilt, I stop and just enjoy the sensations: the pressure at the front end, the suction below, heat throughout and some air flickering around the base. Mokou is struggling; breathing in and out through her nose with strong exhalations. I start rubbing her cheek, and ease myself out.

“Mngg... Gh—! Kh...! Nh, gg... Mml... phah...! Hah! Hahh... Hahh...!”

Slathered in her spit, I pull out and hold my erection in front of her face. After she’s coughed a few more times, the immortal looks at it towering a few inches over her forehead.

“This was inside you,” I tell her. Fujiwara-san stares, closes her mouth, and swallows, breathing heavily through her nose again. “Get up on the desk and take off your pants.”

She puts a hand behind herself and lifts her ass onto the desk. With her other hand she slips off her suspenders. Settled down, she untucks her shirt and starts slipping off her pants... and her panties. Oh... I hadn’t asked for that. A line of shining liquid briefly catches my eye, tying her bare crotch and her underwear (which, it seems, may be boxer-briefs; I wonder where she could’ve gotten those). Her slit is hairless. I wait until her pants are at her knees, and I place my cock over her crotch, grabbing one of her ankles with my other hand.

“O-Oh... You’re going now?” she asks. I answer by sticking my dick up to navel. She gasps, I grab her other ankle, and I start moving—fast. “D-Damn—this is—! Hah! Hah! Wh-Whoa...!”

Her lips are hot. I’m trying to grind into her, slamming my hips so when I hit against her she can feel it through her whole body. Her hair shakes, her breasts jiggle, she flinches and holds on to the desk. Meanwhile, I sniff the crotch of her pants now near to my face. She was turned on, though who cares about that? It smells like Mokou. Smells like bamboo, soil, and faded smoke.

I feel my head going blank...

“Mokou-san...” I say without thinking. She puts her attention on me.

“Wha... What?” she asks.

I grab her ass under the desk. It’s smaller than Keine-san’s for sure, but still very squeezable. She lifts her right leg more as I push more against her.

“Say... something...! Don’t just... move your... hips!” she growls.

I take her left thigh and push it inward, squeezing my cock between her legs and against her cunt. She gasps again, and starts gritting her teeth. She bends her back forward and begins to buck along with me as I begin grunting.

I’ve always wanted... to fuck you.

Mokou-san...

When you’re standing at a windowsill with your ass out...

I’ve wanted to spank that butt you push out there, cut a hole in your pants and just start fucking you out in the open.

Your long hair turns me on.

Your attitude turns me on.

I’ve wanted to put it in, and make you pregnant.

God, just imagine: pumping her full to the womb, pulling out seeing her back through her sweat-stained shirt. God I want to fuck you.

“I-Intense...!” she exclaims. Her pussy is twitching. I keep poking her belly with my dick—groping her ass and thigh.

I’m gonna blow—

“St-Stop...” she says with a hand on the head of my cock. And I do, looking at her.

“Hey,” she says, meeting my eyes, “You’re gonna nut, right?”

I say nothing.

She says, “Fuck me instead.”

...


[] I flip her over, put one foot on the chair, and start jackhammering her thighs.

[] I grab a condom.

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[X] I grab a condom.


When I rip a square off and hold it up, Fujiwara-san puts on an open, satisfied smile. She remarks, seemingly to herself: “Ah... here it comes...”

She removes her pants completely.

I tear the pack open with my teeth in a hurry, eyes dead-locked on her spreading lips. She’s spreading them, with her left land. Her right hand is approaching the zone in order to spread herself even more.

I put the rubber on top of my boy and roll it down, leaving a powerful, blazing pink cock standing ready right before her cunt.

As I’m aiming she tells me, in a grunt, “Go all the way in.” And as I’m breathing over her, my head having entered, she requests with a growl, “Go fucking rough, too...”

I push in until our lower stomachs are touching, grab her back and shoulder, draw out...

... and knock back into her with enough force that the desk scrapes in surprise.

I keep her in place while pushing through her insides. It’s hard. My balls keep just about slamming with the underside of her ass—I moved her closer and I’m just feeling this as much as I can, meaning I’m almost not thinking at all. Her vaginal walls are almost as tight as Clownpiece’s ass, honestly, and it’s a surprise. I don’t think... Fujiwara-san is a virgin, but it feels like I’m breaking this pussy in. The sounds she’s making... While I scrape out of her and shudder at the feeling of her folds, she sounds almost rumbling, sometimes sounding surprisingly outright girlish if I angle myself right.

Mainly, I’m just stuffing her pussy much as I can. I want to drive her out of her mind. I put my right hand on her pale face and stick my thumb inside her mouth, pulling it aside so her tongue can loll out while I grip her breast with my free hand, looking down at her stomach.

I prod at her depths, suffering the heat and vice, and enjoying the bulge I can see under her navel. I pull back, and start poking—or really, punching her uterus. Her eyes mist, and she sloppily repeats “fuck, fuck...” over and over, her drool dropping down and flowing between us. I push her down, pull at her cheek more, and blend my tongue with hers. She barely registers it. I adjust my angle to go from above instead of below.

I feel her arms around my neck.

I bring my left hand to her hip and start fucking her with all the strength in my body. The desk seems like it can barely handle it, and Mokou’s brow is twitching, she’s tightening while her cunt gets filled with me. I have a feeling she came a bit ago, but she didn’t say it. She instead says, “It’sh sho... thickh...” and “I feel it in... my shtomachh...”

Her drool tastes delicious. I drink direct from the source, and lift her by her back and hips.

I sit in the chair behind us, pulling Mokou onto my lap.

And I rock her up and down like she’s my plaything.

I refuse to cum.

I seriously... seriously want to drive her insane.

I bring my right hand down to just above her ass and put my left hand under her arm. I direct her hips while bucking up into her, and I push my face into her armpit, feeling sparks going off in my head while I sniff at her, breathing in deeply.

That mild and nature-tinged odor... plus the odor of her arousal...

She’s so incredibly wet; she’s dropping off of me and completely ruining the floor.

While she cums again, I realize I can’t hold out.

I feel her side, her ribs.

I put a thumb over her lower belly, counting how many times I can feel myself through it.

When I feel the end approaching I hold Mokou tightly. She hugs me back, and I know I can’t last. I cum inside her... inside the condom, and she shivers.

“I ca... can feel it... tryin’ ta... push through,” she notes. My troops are at the gate, and battering against the wall. I’m up here, feeling like my soul is pumping through my cock, but I didn’t cheap out on these things—it won’t break.

“Phewww...” I breathe out as I’m drained... You know, more importantly, Mokou can still form complete sentences. I lift her hips and pull out to reveal that my tower of a cock is still hard, but is now sporting a balloon of cum in its stretched and slickened wrapper. I pull off the spent condom and drop it on top of Mokou’s left thigh.

“Nng!” Nice sound, girl. Mmf... looks great, how it's running out of the rubber and onto her skin. Feels fucking good. What a glorious sense of accomplishment.

I withdraw a second package.

She may still be lucid enough to speak, but she seems delirious enough to not notice this.

I tear open the wrapper and equip myself, pointing at her now rather steaming entrance again. Her vagina is drooling now, too; lacing my covered cock in silvery, eager lubricant. Whether she’s aware of it or not, Mokou is utterly down to fuck. Well... yes; we are going to fuck. We’re going to fuck, Mokou-san, until you can’t properly say “hello”.

No two ways about it.

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“Oi, stud,”

This is the first thing I hear upon stepping into my shop after unlocking the door.

“Hime...” I answer as I close the door behind me, looking to where I heard her voice come from, “... how did you get inside?” I lift an eyebrow and frown. The door was locked properly. Did she pick it with her needle sword?

“I picked the lock,” she answers, smiling devilishly up at me and holding the weapon across her opposite palm, “with the Shining Needle Sword!”

I poke her face, with my finger this time, donning a stern expression. She wails cutely. “Hey,” I say, “just because I invited you in doesn’t mean you can break in. What are you thinking? Huh? You little criminal.”

“Shtop! Shtop! You should be pwaising me!” she complains, still holding the sword in her dominant hand but now raising her other in protest.

“‘Praising you’? You’re too cheeky.” I stop my assault, lifting my hand to my chin and looking down at her, sitting atop my shoe cupboard and slowly rubbing at her face. “... You must like those colors of your outfit, huh?” I say. “This is new, but you kept it rather similar.”

“Eheh... you noticed?” she asks, a bit embarrassed (or so it seems; now her hand is rather girlishly pressed to her face).

“I like this ribbon, Hime;” I note, pinching the bow at her back—how Yamane-san tied her obi, “it’s extremely charming.”

“Right!?” She stands, bending so that I can see it better. I smile, lifting her from it slightly. “So? Does this outfit look good on me!?”

“You’re quite beautiful, in the measure of your heart especially,” I remark, closing my eyes as I praise her. “Your smile alone would make you look lovely in anything you wore, Hime,” I open my eyes and smirk.

“Kyaa! You mean it!?” Hime exclaims with both her hands on her face now (she sheathed the Shining Needle Sword). I lift her in front of my face, and kiss her over the new bowl on her head (I wonder where she got this? I suppose I have another shopkeeper I owe a payment to).

With a hand on my hip I tell her, “Of course I mean it.”

“Okun, you’re so honest you’re stupid!” says Hime, waving me away like a bashful housewife.

But never mind that...

... my heart took a critical hit from that “Okun”.

“‘Okun’... you’ve given me a nickname?” I ask, barely holding back a tickled grin.

“Mm!” she looks up at me and smiles brightly. It’s as if her eyes are shining, brilliantly. My tickled smile breaks out almost entirely, and I slouch in embarrassment.

“Th-Then...” I begin to reply, “Hime, if—you wouldn’t... mind: may I... call you... Call you something... as well!?”

“What?” she asks.

“How about...” I think, “Shimi?”

“Ahaha! You threw away the ‘n’!”

“Shinmi would sound silly... Shinmyo too... Shinmo... Shiru...”

“I get it, I get it!” She laughs again, placing her hands on her hips and spreading out her toes beneath her. “You can call me whatever you want, Okun!”

“Then, Shimi...” I say with relief. And, maybe, I’ll call you “Shinmyoumaru” when I’m being serious.

“Were you planning on going somewhere else, today? Can I ride in your pocket again?” she asks, patting my fingers in a bid for release that I grant. She floats before me, fixing her kimono and accidentally showing her bare legs.

“...”

I put my hand behind her back and pull her toward my mouth.

“Hm...?” she makes a small, curious noise.

Without waiting, I push the front of her underskirt up with my nose, and I lick up both of her legs. Enjoying the thin and firm sensation, as well the taste of her sweat.

“Hyan! O... kun; again...?” she asks with her hands lifted over me. I answer with my tongue. She begins blushing, panting, and I feel myself getting harder. I kiss each of her knees. I put her feet in my mouth and suck at her toes. “Wa-Wait... Don’t... mess up my clothes...” she tells me. Well, I can at least enjoy her bloomers for a second, can’t I?

I push my tongue up to her crotch.

But, I quickly stop there.

“...! Hi-mi....?” I exhale her name.

Her hands are on my nose, and she’s looking away from my eyes and frowning, even more embarrassed than before.

On my tongue is the distinct, tiny and stone-like feeling of a stiffened clitoris, atop an obvious and bare slit, surrounded by tiny and coarse hairs.

She’s... completely bottomless...!

“I...” she whispers, then she bends forward and raises her righ hand as if she wants to tell me a secret. I pull her back, and bring her to my ear so that she can say, “I told Yamane-san that I like being traditional, but the truth is...” she pauses, and I hear her swallow, “... I thought it’d be a good idea... to not wear anything, so I could masturbate easier; when I’m with you...”

I drag her back before my eyes in disbelief. She pulls up her skirt and apart her the robes over her front with her other hand, still holding up the first as if imparting something precious, for my ears only. My gaze sharpens as I see it: her completely naked and now glistening pussy, underneath her royal and adorable clothing.

“Yeah...” she says, “I’m not wearing bloomers.”

My Boy rises to the call, shouting, OKAY, LET’S DO THIS!

I open my mouth wide—

“Can we wait until later? Maybe... Maybe tonight?” Shimi asks, still showing herself off and speaking in a whisper. “I’m still feeling it from the morning and want to rest.”

Shutting my mouth, I answer immediately: “Okay.” With this, my Boy protests:

You asshole! You FUCKER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?

I’m being respectful.


‘What!? I was getting ready to cheer!‘


‘It’s okay. We wouldn’t need to cheer for him with this girl, Mai. She’s completely perverted. Remember?’


‘Ahh, yeah, I guess so...’


Mai...? The voices in my head have names?

Is this related to the door god?

Well, whatever.

“Thanks.” Shinmyoumaru smiles and breathes a sigh of relief. I smile as well.

“I did have some other things to do. If you’re willing to join me, I’m willing to let you ride in my pocket,” I tell her.

“Great!” she shouts and pumps her fist.

And, after I check the shop to make sure I got no other break-ins...

I head off for the Scarlet Devil Mansion.

^in case you missed it there's an update up there as well^

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“Did you find what she mentioned yet?” I ask.

In reply, Shinmyoumaru politely shouts back: “HELP. ME.” She turns as she says this, holding up her hands in a fed-up gesture. She yells, “Stop squeezing her boobs and help me!” Well...

At the moment I’m in the Scarlet Devil Mansion’s library. The plump and heavy magician who, as far as I know, owns this library is sitting on my lap, reading a grimoire of magic, and casually drinking coffee. My cock is stiff and stuck between my own thighs. Her gigantic (clothed) breasts are in my hands, and her wonderful hair is in my face. It smells like herbs and flowers. Very pleasant. Very very pleasant. This all said... ahem.

Patchouli Knowledge, the friend magician of the Scarlet Devil who is mistress of this abode, is undeniably erotic and, sadly, undeniably unemotional.

She sips from her mug, sets the mug down, and turns a page. She’s entirely unperturbed by what I’m doing. Even Reimu shows interest in my erection when I use her...

Patchouli is a pudge-ful, soft woman with a stomach you can squeeze. And I am—squeezing it and getting aroused. Her entire body feels fuckable, and her soft palette—made up of faint pinks and lavenders, especially the latter which you can find even in her hair and eyes—it very much calms you. She dresses comfortably, always in slippers and a loose-fitting nightcap. Her robes look like a nightgown. She does decorate her hair in ribbons—overall, her elaborate appearance (and her magical, relaxing fragrance) indicates that she takes great care of herself, although she’s always sat down in this musty, creepy place. Really... it’s like a dungeon surrounded by towers-called-shelves down here...

I grip her tits that can’t fit at all in my grasp, grunting as my cock engorges further. I mold them, rub them, lift them and entirely feel them, and Patchouli Knowledge... Patchouli Knowledge does not even slightly blush.


‘She seems to be insensate...’


‘J-Jeez...! No matter... how I... dance she—she... She’s not budging...!’


‘Stop dancing, Mai. You goof, that isn’t how it works.’


‘Oh, right...

‘How was it again?’


‘You’re just making him stiffer. See?’


‘I can’t see!’


Dragon above, quiet... They’ve mostly been quiet; are they getting bolder as the day goes on?

Really though to speak of boldness: they’re right. Barring undressing this youkai I don’t see how I could start making her feel—and I’m not going to do that (undress her). Like I’ve said: there is a limit to how many of my actions can be considered innocuous, and I’m not about to push that limit; not with an elder magician who could burn me to a crisp, drown me, flatten me with stone, et cetera.


‘What if I dance behind her?’


‘It could work, but Master would be angry.’


This is definitely has to do with the door god, if not psychosis.

Anyway, to explain: when we got here we were allowed inside without question due to my curse. We went and consulted with the witch here about the Underground, and she allowed us to browse her library, but explained that she was busy and would only confirm or deny whether a book was relevant to our search or not. As I’ve been walking so much, I took a seat at her table while Shinmyoumaru began searching. Patchouli sat on my lap shortly thereafter, unconcerned with my being there and only wanting to sit where, evidently, she must have been sitting before. With her warm, pillowy, hefty body on top of me, I got hard and went to work at once.

I do feel bad about leaving Shinmyoumaru to the bulk of the work, but I 1) want to enjoy this, 2) want to see if I can arouse Patchouli, and 3) don’t want to get up, and accidentally annoy her enough that she attacks.

Really, for “3)” alone I simply have no choice but to hug this sexy woman and grope her thighs. If I can, move my cock so that the underside can... there: have its underside pressed against her ass.

I can enjoy this like a toy, but while the “bored disinterest” angle works for many girls, most particularly Reimu, for Miss Patchouli I want to see her flushed face. I want to feel her swollen nipples...

... Or, maybe, I’m just feeling unfulfilled after being denied the temptation that was nopan Shimi and her smooth, toned and hairless legs.

“Can’t we just ask Seija about sneaking around? She’s used to it; especially in the Underworld,” Shinmyoumaru suggests. “She got me out of there in the first place and...”

“I thought about it,” I admit, hugging Patchouli under her breasts again and holding her tightly, shuddering at the feeling, “and, maybe we’ll do that after. I thought this would be a better idea is all.”

“Oh, it’d be a great idea if you gosh... darn... HELPED, already!” the Inchling roars.

“True,” I admit. “Miss Patchouli? Could you lift up for a moment so that I might stand?”

She does, without answering. My Boy is freed, and disappointed.

I get out from under her and she sits back down. I look at her pretty face—at the strands of hair beside it...

... and I wrap some of her tresses around my shaft and start jerking off.

“Let me do this first, Shinmyoumaru...” I beg.

“Hurry up,” the princess answers dully.

Should be fine; this scenario is unbelievably perverted, and... doing this while Patchouli ignores me—yes, it’s finally working.

Her hair is glossy and healthy. Full, silken, and scented wonderfully. Patchouli brings her mug to her legs and drinks again. I watch her throat undulate and feel blood embolden my cock. I’m exceptionally stiff, and the head of my dick is pointed directly at her cheek.

I go smoothly rather than roughly, pushing my hips forward and keeping steady with my free hand on the table. Patchouli puts down her mug and licks her lips absently. Her bottom lip shines in the meager light of the library. Her eyes flicker from distant torches as well. I feel my dick bending, and my balls coming up.

I release once, twice, shooting against and past her face. Some lands over the floor. Some drapes over and into her mug. She winces very, very slightly as hot cum blasts against her cheek and over her nose bridge, blinking with disinterest as I wrap more of her hair around my cock and let more of my semen pump out and into her locks.

Sticky, with strands of her hair and lines of cum tying her face and my penis, I stand awkwardly, pulling my right hand away from my dick. My palm wasn’t unscathed from that ejaculation; I keep it raised as jizz slowly droops off of it.

And Patchouli drinks again, gulping for the bit of semen that was floating on top of her drink.

...

Yeah, there isn’t any way in any hell that I won’t do more here.

I can’t see myself getting her off, unfortunately—not today, but Shimi: you’re going to have to wait for me to indulge a little more. Then I’ll help you.

Now then...


[] Ask Patchouli to use her hand to add more “milk” to her coffee.

[] It’s time for paizuri—clothed or otherwise, I’m getting my dick in those breasts.




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Paizuri is a titfuck. By the way, the image actually says "Micro-bikini, you say? I wonder what that's supposed to be...?" and the source is:
https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/34864478

>>40502
Hey, thanks, glad you're enjoying it.

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[X] It’s time for paizuri—clothed or otherwise, I’m getting my dick in those breasts.


“Hey...” I address her, casually, “is that good?”

“You’re asking me?” Patchouli turns her head slightly, and I shiver when her cheek comes in contact with my dick, She sighs and I shiver again, her breath flowing through the hair I have down there and onto one of my balls. My cock twitches. She looks unimpressed. “It’s alright,” however, is her evaluation.

I swallow, and feel the same nervous flutter in my chest that arose during my meeting with Shinmyoumaru in the morning. “Then...” I begin, pushing my penis toward her lips, “there’s more?”

Patchouli looks down on my erect cock very scornfully: pouting, narrowing her eyes and huffing with irritation. I’ve pulled it from her hair, hot cum is flowing off of her cheek and into her collar. She smells quite a lot like a man, now—rather, like a man’s had his way with her, and well, of course, but it really is very arousing to think of that.

Patchouli parts her lips.

... and she laps at my glans.

“Hguh—...” I groan and shudder, putting my left hand down on her hat. She licks around me slowly, taking the cum off of my penis and into her cheeks. She opens wider and breathes out on me, the heat from that driving more blood into my stiffened member. She takes me into her mouth, and, in the truest meaning of the phrase, begins to suck me off.

Through the slimy and slick feeling, through the feeling of her crawling tongue, the feel of her molars, her throat, and the ridged roof of her mouth as she moves her head in a way that tells me she’s trying to clean me very thoroughly...

I try to remain Zen.

“Going at it again...” I hear Shinmyoumaru complaining at a fair distance. “I guess I’ve gotta expect you to go five if you say you’re going to go one?”

“The length too...” I bid the magician, ignoring Shimi. She lets me pop out of her mouth and moves her mouth and head toward my balls, pushing her tongue against my shaft and dragging it the entire way up the length—near sending me into a frenzy. It takes everything I have to not grab at her head while she drinks semen directly from my penis. Not from me ejaculating into her mouth, but from her quite literally licking and sucking this one part of me, occasionally swallowing small loads, twisting the tip of her tongue atop my urethra to take up my new precum...

... To be honest, I question what part of this she likes, but I’m not complaining.

Patchouli puts a thumb to the page she’s currently on (she’s been reading askance this entire time) and closes the grimoire over the digit. She also closes her eyes. At this point, she’s still forcing me into a war of attrition by tickling my urethra. She decides to open wide again, and take me far in. The feeling of her cheeks squish onto the sides of my cock—I place both my hands onto the sides of her head.

And on her own, she begins to move forward, swallowing more of me and sucking sharply along the way.

I hold firm, but—

But—this... This is...!


ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING!


She gags on my penis and gives me the most intense blowjob I’ve ever experienced. In all fairness, I have not experienced many, but I have to imagine when ranked among the sorts that one could get, this deep-throating, loose and lolling mixture, blending spit and semen in the stuffed mouth of a sexy, fat girl... Surely. Surely this must rate among the highest and most godly of tiers.

The near jerk of her suction... and the amount of liquid I feel inside this burning, tight cavern— “Miss... Patchouli—” I grunt. I... seriously have to ask: “Do you like dicks?”

“Hemen cang me qui’e ‘ehlihhuhhsh,” she reveals to me while still holding half my dick in her mouth. She sets me free again, slurping at the now copious amount of Cowper’s fluid I’ve spilled since she began her assault. She tongues around my glans again and, while I’m trembling, says, “Mm... glp. I developed a taste around forty years ago. Semen can be used in a number of spells, and a fellow magician had mentioned that it could be a fine thing to eat as well. It also empowers the soul of a youkai, a little, to indulge in things humans tend to deem ‘unsavory’.”

“F-Felw... Fe—ghh... Fellow m-m-magician? A-Alice... -san?” Gods, I managed to say all that?

“No, it wasn’t the doll user,” she says, opening her eyes and licking at the engorged veins along my shaft. She kisses the underside of my boner and looks into my eyes. “At any rate...” she says, “sucking off a male like this is a minor act of ‘transgression’, I enjoy how it makes you submit, and I enjoy the benefits of both a bolstered dark soul and of deep arousal. When your cock...” she opens wide, “is in...” she holds out her tongue, and I hold my breath, “my mouth.”

She swallows me again, about swiveling her head with feeling in her back and forth while she goes down on me... further... every... time...

After stuffing me in her throat again, and pulling me out to the head she whispers, “Lehd ihd out.”

“Wh-Wha—”

She releases me again, holding her tongue beneath my “head”. She meets eyes with me—while I’m holding her skull—her dark, royal-violet are locked on me. “You’ve got nothing better to do with this seed,” she tells me, “you may as well put it on my tongue. You louse, release it.”

Ghh...

I finish.

I release an arc that skirts her palate and lands on her tongue, right where she asked. I feel a shimmer of pleasure again and cum once more. Again, and again. I fill her chubby cheeks with sperm. She closes her mouth, and begins swallowing. I put out another glob of sperm onto her lips. Once her cheeks are empty she licks it off and swallows that as well.

When she’s finished, she opens her mouth and sighs. Her cheeks are slightly tinged pink. There, she says, “Ugh. Gross...”

My somewhat tired cock piques with interest at this.

She looks me in the eyes again, dully, and says once more: “It’s gross.”

“‘Gross’...” I repeat.

“Your semen...” she clarifies. “Why is it yours is that rich and full? Pumping that into a girl’s mouth so shamelessly... laying it onto her tongue so eagerly... Disgusting.”

Okay, I’m taking over.

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Patchouli-san refreshed herself with a spell and then performed magic on my man-parts to clean them. Rather than wagging a finger and returning them to a pristine state, she wrapped them in a sphere of soap and water while I stood with my hands on my hips, watching the ball of bathwater rotate around my junk. It was quite something to watch, and rather amusing to feel.

Shinmyoumaru (after knocking me on the head with her hammer) showed me where she stood with her search. Presently, the two of us are eyeing a shelf dedicated, it seems, to older and mostly forgotten youkai: just the sort one would find in the Underground.

I pull a comparatively thin book from its space by its spine (most of the books here look as if they could be used as shielding or blunt weaponry; this one is quite reasonably sized). I call to its author (presumably—I’ve heard most if not all the books here were penned by the librarian), “Patchouli-san, would you recommend this?”

The witch looks up at us from her table and, turning back to her grimoire tells us, “If you want to go into Former Hell, yes.”

It seems recent. With Shimi on my shoulder, I page through the tome. Within the book are sketches of youkai like what I’d find in the Gensokyo Chronicle, as well personal accounts describing Patchouli-san’s experiences with these beings. She’s noted quite a few, and made particular note of eight individuals. There’s a tsuchigumo, a tsurube-otoshi, a hashihime, an oni...

“... ‘Satori’!” I read.

“Ohhh... Right, there was a girl like that wasn’t there?” Shinmyoumaru notes, looking at the frumpy girl sketched within the opened pages. “My family told me not to mess around with her,” she says.

“A satori, huh...” I suppose this is the ‘sister’ that girl mentioned. It says here that she’s in charge of the Palace of Earth Spirits, a building in Old Hell that keeps vengeful spirits locked away. I’m still not sure why... “Why were you afraid of her?”

“She reads your mind,” Shinmyoumaru says, “and says your thoughts out loud.”

Ehh...? That’s what satori do...? I wonder if that would mean she could see through my innocuousness.

She looks to have a strange set of tentacles like the girl I saw before... and yes, there’s “something bulbous” attached to them: an eye, it seems. How bizarre...

Reading about her, it looks like she’s not difficult to throw off if you think nonsense while around her. She’s very powerful and dangerous, however. It also sounds like everyone you might encounter on the way to her would be willing to fight. I... can’t fight. I think I really will have to see about recruiting that amanojaku.

I look through the book more as Shinmyoumaru climbs my hair and lays atop my head, still reading herself.

“... Ah, here,” I say. The girl with no regard for social conventions (I’m one to talk) is the final youkai of particular note that Patchouli-san chose to illustrate. Her name is Koishi... the first satori is only named Satori, and their shared surname is “Komeiji”. From what Patchouli-san noted here, the younger sister shut down her mind-reading ability, and became an “unconscious being”. It very much does sound like my situation... but also very different. Rather fascinating.

“So, Okun, what are you gonna do now?” Shimi asks.

Well, “What”... I’m not really sure.

I’m physically a bit tired already, though so much of the day is still left. Traveling Gensokyo like this is really unideal...

“Hrmmm...” I grumble.

I could ask Patchouli-san to teach me how to fly. She’s right here.

... Though perhaps that’s too presumptuous of me, and I should just head back to the village instead. I could take the ropeway up the Mountain, for instance. It says here under... “Utsuho Reiuji’s” profile that she works beneath the Palace of Earth Spirits, and that a way to her place of work (a “reactor”) exists atop Youkai Mountain. The ropeway doesn’t cost much, and the Moriya Shrine Maiden is an extraordinarily comely lass. She’s often there, about half the time...

The more common entrance is a place called “the blowhole”, a cave where I can find the tsuchigumo I read about. Hieda no Akyuu sometimes visits the farther reaches of Gensokyo by cart... I don’t believe she’s been to the Underground but she’s fairly adventurous and perhaps I could ask her about going for sake of “research”... Schedule a ride, for tomorrow or later. A cart-ride with the Hieda is an extremely tempting prospect...

Aaagh, but that spider seems worrisome: it says here that she spreads diseases.

Nnnrgh, then again; that entrance atop the Mountain eventually marches through a place called “The Hell of Blazing Fires” and, putting it lightly, that absolutely terrifies me...

I mean regardless, I would only be checking either place for now... I want to ask that Kijin Seija about paths through the intricate cave systems of the Underworld before I really go in.

Maybe I really should just ask the magician here to grant me or teach me the ability to fly. I could even offer her... “reagents” in exchange. To be honest, that sounds fantastic.

... Seriously, though, pushing my luck is dangerous.

“Choices...” I mutter.

“Choices...” Shimi repeats.


[] Ask Patchouli to teach you how to fly.

[] Head back home and make some clocks. Relax, discuss things with Shinmyoumaru; there’s no need to rush.

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[X] Head back home and make some clocks. Relax, discuss things with Shinmyoumaru; there’s no need to rush.


“I’ll go back home and finish some work,” I tell her, looking toward her in her thinking pose. “Will you join me?”

“Yeah,” she replies with a smile. I’m glad she will, but...

I’ve been told it isn’t very interesting to watch.

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Quite a lot of work in the clock-making process involves standing before a lathe, and operating its pedal.

Their find, ancient machines with so many years of design behind them.

Right now I have a wheel attached to mine, spinning brilliantly on its side. I’m shaving it down... Brass is curling at its edge while I operate the pedal and carefully maintain the cutter. Keeping it within measurements... halfly thinking about the frame design that will hold this one.

Its work of hours and work of awareness throughout all of those hours, but at once it’s also very... easy, I think, to get lost... “absorbed”.

In “sides” and “corners”...

It’s very relaxing, but also engaging.

The sound, as well, of metal being shaved...

... it’s very nice.

Of course, I’m trying to keep in mind that Shinmyoumaru is here as well.

A clockmaker’s workshop isn’t really dangerous. There are a few sharp tools ordinarily kept well out the way of anyone wandering, the largest type of clock I make (the standing and pendulum kind: grandfather clocks) are very stable at base and I don’t keep many in the store either. Most of the clocks on display are smaller... if they fell, you’d perhaps get a bump on your head.

Well, if you were a human-sized person.

Shimi is loose in my store, home, and workshop. I’ve given her free reign in here, as she looked ready to explore once I walked into the actual crafting area of the building (it seems she stayed at the entrance after breaking in before). I don’t mind at all; I only told her to avoid breaking anything, or touching anything sharp she finds. Every so often while I’m taking stock of the room as par for the course, I see her wandering over shelves and examining parts. My shop isn’t what I’d call “cluttered”... but there really is a lot to see. Finished pieces, some waiting hands, springs and files... pendulums, cutters, blades... faces, of course... pinions and hooks.

My busy and unbusy little shop is perfect. It puts into perspective... that I really lost it for a bit there.

“Hmm...” I stop pedaling the lathe and watch for the wheel to... sorry, for the layman: I watch for the “gear” to stop spinning. It’s called a wheel. We call them wheels. The smaller ones are pinions...

I consider for a moment while checking the edge to make sure it’s cut correctly.

... Yes, I think I will carve the teeth by hand. It’s work that takes much longer but... I don’t have any jobs right now, and my savings are good for another two years from some special commissions the year previous. I’ve been at this for a while already. Why not?

I remove the wheel from its holdings and step over to a wooden table, upon which is a vice. I place the wheel in that and secure it, grabbing my belt of files as well. I take a seat on a stool and set to work. This is a fairly small wheel: about the length of my palm all around. Not many teeth are needed, here...

Shinmyoumaru floats down onto the workbench, stopping in front of me while I work through my teeth markings.

“You’re still on that one huh?” she remarks.

“I will be on it, and a few other things, the rest of the day,” I reply.

“I like the sounds they make,” says the princess, likely speaking of the pieces of which many she has perused since we returned... I do too. It’s like... a pleasant sign of mechanical life. “Though the bigger ones, the sound vibrates in my stomach.”

“Your stomach,” I repeat absently, filing as usual with either end of the file pinched in either hand. That’s my focus.

“It’s a little scary,” she says, and she pulls at her kimono with her left hand, patting the tummy which is the present subject and matter.

...

... Right, she wasn’t wearing anything beneath that, hm?

Did she just show me again to remind me? Was that deliberate?

I close my eyes and stop for a moment. I can’t allow unwanted distraction—I’d rather not screw up while filing and regret it later.

“Did you check the insides of any?” I ask her, my eyes on the wheel and my surroundings once again.

She sits down cross-legged, her crotch clearly visible in my peripheral vision.

“...” I eye her silently.

She answers my question with, “Nah, I was scared I’d get eaten up actually. I don’t really know how clocks work, but they’re big and they seem complicated inside.”

“I can show you... which are surely safe,” I mumble.

“That would be nice,” she says, and she extends her legs now. Now her Kimono is only barely covering her slit. I can see half of it.

She’s not aware?

“I hope this isn’t boring you,” I say.

“It’s relaxing,” she replies.

Her right hand falls on her same thigh.

The kimono...

... shifts.

I can see it, but I can’t see it.

It’s there, but not entirely.

Hmm. Hmmmm.


[] Ask Shinmyoumaru for a show.

[] Try to maintain composure while stealing glances at the Inchling’s pussy. There’s something exciting about this.

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[X] Try to maintain composure while stealing glances at the Inchling’s pussy. There’s something exciting about this.


“D-Do you have any hobbies, Shinmyoumaru-san?” I stammer, attempting to earnestly return to work.

“Are clocks a hobby for you?” she asks. She’s teasing me.

Well, as a matter of fact, “They used to... be.” I swallow.

I find it very odd how attractive Shinmyoumaru’s legs look to me, and how deep is my desire to lick them and/or dip them into my mouth. It is, in fact, concerning: I’m beginning to wonder if this is how youkai feel when their eyes fall on humans. Is there a separation between Inchlings and humans? The legends don’t give that impression.

That adorable little body descended from a human line, and that means she can absolutely breed.

—Was breeding the subject?

While I’m scraping away metal, half of her mound is plainly visible. It has started giving me ideas.

“Also, why ‘-san’?” she probes.

“There isn’t any reason,” I answer, in a too-worded and very clunky fashion.

She doesn’t really seem to have registered that she’s bottomless. Thank you. Thank you, fates... Thank you, Shimi’s ignorance and naivety.

“Actually, hm, never mind hobbies for now; you said you were going to try finding Seija?”

SHE’S WAVING IT NOW!!!

I suppose it must be hot—she’s starting flapping the front of her robes and she’s really just showing everything—everything.

My eyes widen. My pupils focus.

That tight slit, I want to pound it.

Shinmyoumaru relaxes her posture, leaning back—

Her chest heaves with a sigh as she cools herself off. Every time I look at it, that pair of tits astounds me. It’s... perfection. I saw them... in the bath but...

Just admit it, says my Boy, who has become apprised of the scene above the table, you have a Shinmyoumaru fetish.

It is apparent.

I’ve encountered a girl before who leashed me by the heart, and while many women have courted my cock’s favor none before the Princess have ever had its every pulse, pleasure, and stiffening so firmly on lock.

Everything she’s doing is driving me further into arousal. The little parting of her kimono over her chest, her left hand on her lip in absent contemplation, the way her brow – now with her eyes shut – is twitching with the rare draft hitting against her open, airing kitty.

I’ve stopped working. I absolutely can’t concentrate and this Inchling isn’t even trying.

—Oh, right! She asked me a question!

“... yYes....” my voice hitches. “Amano... jaku...”

“How are you going to convince her to help you? I can try asking her but she isn’t really... reasonable.”

... Hn? “Convince”, was it? Convince... Convince Shinmyoumaru?

I unfortunately can’t have sex with Shinmyoumaru...

I can definitely enjoy her.

That... That would mark, about... four times in a single day, I would have...

...

I’m not hiding it anymore. I’m blatantly staring at her most womanly part. She hasn’t realized, only because she’s looking at some shelves high up on a wall to my right and her left. I’ve put my fingertips together and my arms on the bench; watching her intently.

Wait, she said “Seija”...

Convincing the amanojaku?

I mean, I would quite like to fuck Kijin Seija as well, and before all that demean her.

I think I’ll... word what I say...

... so that Shinmyoumaru understands: right now, I mean these words for her.


[] “I would tell her to spread her legs, wide, and I’d eat her out until she went mad.”

[] “Groping her sounds good. She’s so small... I can take her into both of my hands and play with her like a toy. Feel her thighs, massage her breasts, lick her up and down...”

[] “I’d like to kiss her first. After that I’d present her with my cock and tell her to get used to its scent. Just... hold her from behind and press this throbbing penis against her body... you know?”

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[X] “I’d like to kiss her first. After that I’d present her with my cock and tell her to get used to its scent. Just... hold her from behind and press this throbbing penis against her body... you know?”

“Ha,” she laughs, waving her kimono now fairly dismissively, “kissing her? That would just... piss... her...”

Shinmyoumaru pauses. She looks at me, who is staring sternly at her, and the cogs seem to turn to her head; revealing to her a theory.

“You... mean me, right Okun?” she asks.

I simply tell her, “Get over here.”

She looks down at her half-nakedness, finally realizing what she’s been showing to me.

And she gets embarrassed.

“Come.” I repeat myself.

She stands, and meekly steps toward me—avoiding the brass shavings surrounding the square vice before me.

“I-I know I was showing off just now but...” she mutters, almost as if she doesn’t want me to hear it, “Okun, I turned you on again...?”

I place my left hand behind her and scoop her into it, letting her plant her comfortable tush on my pinky. I bring her to my face, and kiss her cheek.

“Ah, aw... Mm,” a series of heartstring tugging sounds from her arise as I do this. When I pull back, she holds a hand to that cheek, her other hand over her heart as she frowns and steams.

I’d like to properly take her lips. I’d quite like that.

She reaches the hand over her heart toward me, and I let her touch my lip, after which she stretches upward, I lean forward, and she cutely kisses me there.

That’s the best I can do, I suppose.

After she’s done, and holding my mouth with both her hands, I scrape my chair backward and extend my arm, so that I can speak with her less awkwardly.

“It’s quite the problem,” I tell her. “Look.”

I lower my hand, and show her where I’m standing.

“Wh... Whoa!” she shouts, Clownpiece’s room was probably too dark when I was this hard before: I imagine she didn’t get the clearest view of me. “You can get that hard!?” Definitely.

“Shinmyoumaru...” I say, lowering her further and watching as her gaze goes from staring down, to level with her height, and then above her, “can you do something?”

“‘D-Do something’, you say...?” she repeats staring up at the rod towering before her. I bring her against it, and she gasps girlish gasp. With her hands up and pressed against me, she shrinks and whispers, “It’s warm...”

“I’ve had something building ever since we came in here alone,” I admit. “Could you get it out for me?”

“Y-You mean, make you cum?” she asks, lifting her head to stare at me from below. “H... Hey; why are you so attracted to me?” she poses a question that I can understand her asking.

But unfortunately... “I don’t know.,,, Hey,” I’d also like to shift the subject, “didn’t I tell you what I planned to do?”

“You really meant me?”

“Yes, I meant you,” I confirm that, and tell her, “start getting used to it. Go on...”

I feel her breath on me.

“... It’s good,” she almost bitterly admits. “Okun, are you gonna make me into some kind of sex-crazed maniac?”

“I just want you to sniff my cock,” I say. “Do it.”

She continues, her sighs and inhalations striking a small part of my surface area, over and over. She pants, exhales. I feel the heat of her opened mouth. She puts her tongue to me.

“Nng... good,” I say. She starts lapping at me without directive, I keep my hand on her back, my other arm on the table, and slouching I submit to Shinmyoumaru’s affection: her kissing, her clinging, her gripping and even nearly scratching; her touch is needy. Her voice is eager.

... I pick up my file in my right hand, preparing to get back to work.

The thing is, I’m getting this increasing, strange ambition... This need, this desire—

I’ve had it since I started committing perverted acts, but today, with the steps I’ve gone beyond simple groping and masturbation, I can’t deny it any longer:

That I want to use my curse to indulge completely wickedly.

I want to bring Gensokyo’s women, human and not, to their knees. I want them to then lift their hips. I want them to want to get fucked by me. What I want... is a harem: a farcical and hyper-sexual harem.

I want Shinmyoumaru to secretly enjoy my penis while I’m doing other things.

I want to hold Mokou-san down with my hand over her face and inseminate her.

I want to whip it out in front of the Hakurei Shrine Maiden and have her go down on me.

I want much more than any human should aspire for.

I feel Cowper’s fluid roll down my cock, hear Shinmyoumaru slurping it off when it comes to her.

I want all this.

I want humans, youkai, celestials, gods—

—I want the yama.

I’ve only been pretending most of my meekness. Once I realized the full potential of this curse, I have to acknowledge what I felt first and foremost:

sheer, powerful, anticipatory excitement.

And when I felt that...

... my back burned.

“—!?”

I drop the file in my hand.

“—Gh! H-Hmn...!? Ow—” That’s—

“Eh? Eh? What’s wrong? Did I scratch you?” Shinmyoumaru asks.

“No,” I answer firmly. I don’t want to worry her.

I don’t want to worry her, but... my spine feels on fire.

There’s something at my back, for certain.

And for some reason, I find it terrifying.

“For some reason” because... I know: I know that whatever it is, it isn’t a “being”, it’s a “something”: a non-living entity, burning at my spinal column.

I feel like if I acknowledge it—

I don’t know: something about me—about my “self”... will be left in ashes.

Something important, that I find impossible to put into words.

But this pain—! I... I’ll start gripping Shinmyoumaru at this rate...! And won’t I hurt her...!?

It will pass... It’s passed before...

... But this sensation, like gasoline has been filtered through my spinal fluid, and it’s all been set terribly ablaze... a burn, eating into the ends of my nerves... A pain... I can feel in my formless spirit...


‘Look behind you.’


[] I look behind myself.

[] I stare straight ahead.

[X] I look behind myself.


And there’s a door.

“... Wha—”

It opens, and takes me in, leaving behind a very perplexed and now thoroughly blue-balled Shinmyoumaru where I was sitting.

“AAAAAAH!” I scream, of course. What else would I do but scream? I’m sent through a dark void full of distant, gray clouds, but no one direction feels like “the sky”. There are four-cornered portals, opening and closing far away. There are wooden frames below me, floating on their own as my half-naked body flies past (I am still in my yukata). Doors.

This is the world of doors.

And I stop, inverted, before the god of the same, sitting in her throne once again.

“Cover yourself when you’re in front of me,” she says, and I scramble to do so... only mostly managing (I am not a small man and my partner is not a small boy—and he was left wanting). “Senzai Odou,” she addresses me, and I straighten up. I feel the blood flowing into my head—well then... this... must be “upside down”... That’s the “floor”— “Odou.”

“Y-Yes?” I answer with a breaking voice.

“How has it been?” she asks, her cheek at rest on her knuckles, and a smirk carved into her face. “How has my blessing been treating you?”

This god... certainly wears a lot of clothing, hm?

It... It’s making me feel really naked. Vulnerably naked. The blond, long and bountiful-haired deity is dressed in robes of sunlight colors and celestial decoration, her tabard depicting the big dipper, for one. There’s a strange, black, tricorn hat on her head, her ankle-length skirt is a deep and rich jade, and her boots are impossibly dark. She lays gold eyes on me, and awaits my answer.

My answer which is... “‘Blessing’...?”

“Do you think it a curse, Odou? Should I take it away?”

—!

“N-No!” I cry, trying to right myself in this void so that I can tie up my robes. “I-It was troubling at first, but... I... I’m enjoying this curse!”

“Mercy, and I know it,” she remarks with a joking sigh, closing her eyes in remembrance. I finally turn right-side up, and start tying back my obi. So... she’s been watching...?

I decide to speak. “Are you upset that... I’ve been using your power over me to... do what I’ve been doing, Lady...?”

“Upset? About you?” She ignores my prompt for her name, sitting up and straightening against the back of her chair. “About a human, trifling with humans and the occasional youkai? Upset about that? Never.” She gazes upon me apologetically for a second, and then tells me, “You are beneath me, all of you regular mortals and desperate immortals. Even my fellow gods: they are beneath me.”

“Yes.” Of course. Surely... “May I know the name of this god, who has taken a small measure of interest in this innocuous human?”

“Why should I tell you? You’re impolite. You never greeted me or introduced yourself, and you’d like to know my name?”

Oh...

“Yes... I suppose...” I back down... I had better not upset her.

“Hmph,” she grunts, laying her hands down on her throne’s armrests. “Raise your head.”

I do so. I’d been lowering it.

“Meet my eyes.”

I do. I’d been avoiding them.

“It has been almost a month, Odou,” says the god, “and the only thing that ever straightens up for you seems to be your cock rather than your back.”

!!

I “stand” straight (I’m floating). I’d been slouching. Frowning, I try to maintain composure... It’s... It’s very difficult: for a human to do that before a powerful god.

“Odou, you have no rigidity,” the god belittles me, clarifying: “unless you can be rigidly inside a fairy’s asshole or an immortal’s pussy, hm?”

Great Dragon, why am I so embarrassed??

“I gave you that power to stand strong. I wanted to see what a meek man would do, given outlandish opportunity,” she explains, then sighs. Her shoulders sink, she shuts her eyes again, and she leans back. “You aren’t a complete disappointment.” She opens her eyes, looking down at me from above, where she’s sat. “But you should hurry up, because disappointment bothers me very, very much.”

“Hold on!” I shout, lifting a hand in a “stop” gesture. “Hold on, hold on! That isn’t... in ANY way fair!” I cry. Hold it. Stop it, Odou! What are you thinking!? She could probably eliminate you in a second! “I don’t know what you’re expecting of me, but if you want an order completed, you put an order in! I’m not a priest or shrine maiden—I can’t divine deities’ mystical sought-after ends!”

“Oh...?” she breathes.

“Yes! ‘Oh’!” I repeat, emphatically, though I’m not entirely sure what I’m emphasizing. “N-Not to say I have any threats prepared for you but—” I look away, almost muttering, “—I-I was with Shinmyoumaru, and you’ve probably put terrible strain on her heart and that’s—that just isn’t right and—”

“Pfheh...”

“H-Hm!?”

Laughing!?

“AHAHAHAHA! You...! You... Ahaaaa!!” The goddess throws her head back and laughs uproariously. She really finds this side-splitting.

I’m terrified.

“Okay, okay! That’s enough! Enough! You can’t even keep up this show of ‘intimidation’ or—or—‘strength’, whatever it is—even a minute! Really, your co—keHA! No, no I won’t...” She waves her hand dismissively as she goes from laughing into suppressed, tears-in-the-eyes chuckling. “Odou, really, you’re... you are...”

She wipes a tear from her right eye and grins at me.

“I was right to pick you,” she says, “really, you’re perfect.”

“Please make sense...” I plead, quietly.

“I will, in time. You were right, Odou, I should give you orders if I expect you to follow some. That’s... what is it? A sensibility you’ve taken from running a store? I respect it, Odou.”

Looking again, I notice four flames flickering and strong behind her. Magenta, green, sky blue, and orange. Did... those awful sisters from a while ago not also have similar flames...?

Anyway... “Yes...” I mutter. “So... what is your order, Door-god-sama?” I raise my head.

“I saw it,” she says, and I freeze, because her tone—her inflection... I know that what she means is “me”: “my soul”, in a certain moment. And knowing that something has peered through me like that puts me directly on edge. “I saw a good motivation, through your back, and that’s why I took you aside.”

...

“What I want you to do,” she continues, smiling coolly... wickedly? “is as you will.”

“...

... Huh?”

What on... What? What do you—

“Do as you will, and do not hesitate. Go with your sense, and your lust, as you will.

If you truly want it, in both, then take it.”

Eh...?

... Eh?

“I’m not telling you to do anything, I am only encouraging you to follow your two hearts.” She points at me, specifically at— “The one in your chest, and the one hanging between your legs.

If you do that, I will speak to you again, and then I will tell you my name.”

“... But—”

“Bye bye!” she waves at me, and I can feel a tugging at my back. I’m going to be pulled out of here...

“Wait!” I cry. I don’t want to leave it at this...!


[] “Your two female servants.., will you let me fuck them!?”

[] “If you can see into hearts... tell me who else I can easily persuade to suck me off!”

[] “I’ve gone soft! Show me your bloomers!”

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[X] “I’ve gone soft! Show me your bloomers!”


She lifts her eyebrows and her smile freezes on her face.

“Well now...!” she exclaims at the end of a breath. “You’re listening to me already?”

She grabs hold of the front her skirt, over her thighs, and I perk up. I can feel it—almost clawing at me! I’m going to be jettisoned from this realm any moment now...!

“But, how unfortunate...” says the god, gathering the hem of her dress deliberately and gradually. I see the bare skin of her legs, the caps of her knees, the start of her thighs and—

!?

She smirks, and tells me, “I’m not wearing bloomers.”

With her skirt entirely hiked up to her hips, and her legs spread, she shows me what’s underneath...

And to my utter shock, she’s right: she isn’t wearing bloomers. Even less than that. No...

She isn’t wearing anything at all.

I focus on her golden, naturally unkempt bush.

And I commit it to memory.

“And I’m glad to share,” she says as I start being dragged away by invisible force, “but, I must let you know:

This one? You aren’t getting it.”

I’m hurtled through the black word of doors, oriented and reoriented about several times, and though I recognized a “bottom” to this place, I don’t feel any forces of gravity.

Rather, I’m too bothered to think about that.

What she said... bothered me incredibly.

[X] “I want her to want it.”


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That is something of a tall order for Kijin Seija, however; one I simply couldn’t be sure simple innocuousness could triumph over. Shinmyoumaru either. After I had declared my intent, she told me something along the lines of, “Are you stupid?”

I had thought about raping her instead... Did Shinmyoumaru think that would’ve been more viable?

But, no; viable or not what I enjoy, aside from when a young girl or lady is paying me no mind at all, is when a young girl or lady is feeling it, and wanting. And though she is petulant, and though she is quite reprehensible: I want that amanojaku’s body.

Shimi and I formulated a plan.

The Inchling Princess and the Amanojaku Rebel are still, in some sense, “close”.

During and after our second bath of the day, she explained to me how she could wrangle Seija from time to time, but that largely it depended on whether or not she’d be interested in something.

“I don’t know if there’s anything you can do to catch her interest, Okun,” Shinmyoumaru had said while we were having dinner. “Do you have any weird habits? Only your taste in women is weird.”

I had to try not to laugh. My perversions being seen as “normal” is still quite disarming.

We settled on something simple:

I would go out of my way to meet her, and then invite her to my home.

So, after fulfilling orders the next day and being sure I was free of obligation...

I followed Shinmyoumaru to an unnamed forest—one of many in our lands...

And sat upside down on a tree branch was that blasted Amanojaku, staring at me with suspicion—something I hadn’t felt directed at me in quite a while.

That’s where I am now; staring back into those blood-red irises.

She frowns, lifts her chin, and asks, “Who’s this?”

Shinmyoumaru isn’t here to answer. She left, because she said it would be easier to catch Seija off-guard if I had come unannounced.

She’s a young girl... young-looking, at least. Her body is adolescent, thin, and evidently average or even weak in strength. Her short hair is messily “done”, colored mostly black and with strands of red and shocks of white throughout it. Her crimson nails are sharpened, her tongue is long... She’s a pale-skinned, pale- (and small-) horned little thing, and since she’s sitting inverted, her skirt is largely fallen and I can see her somewhat meager thighs. Her back is straight, her arms and hands are “down” to the branch, and she is confident. Not necessarily certain that she can handle a tough-looking human, and perhaps even defeat them should it come to that—no; I get a sense that instead she is prepared for whatever I could possibly do. She’s sure of herself, absolutely. And, as she stares me down in that sureness, I feel myself getting turned on. Her confidence... is powerfully attractive.

“You’re awful rude, huh,” she speaks again in her gruff, and just a touch raspy voice, going on while eyeing my body, “You just lick girls with your eyes and show them your dick? You’ve got balls, eh? I can see them.”

I’m exposing myself, of course. It’s later in the day and the sun will fall soon so it’s colder, but... Have to stick to one’s principles.

Seija flashes two rows of sharpened teeth, snorting. “I like it,” she says. “Crazy! Outta the mind!”

Just as I thought...

... her “being” is a contradiction, even enough that the Door God’s curse means nothing to her, or rather...

For her specifically, it just isn’t working the same. It is... reversed. Of course.

To explain briefly: Amanojaku are contrarian beings that hate what others love, adore what others despise, laugh at misery and eschew near-all social convention in an effort to bother—an effort made from a core aspect of self that has them refuse to connect with others, and be in any capacity reasonable. They’re opposite beings, opposing the world around them.

She’s noticing me, despite my being unnoticeable by anyone else.

... That said, how she’s speaking...

... Maybe it isn’t quite right to say the curse is “null”...?

Something to... how she said what she said...

“Oh, you can’t talk?” notes the youkai, cocking her head to the side. She lets go of the branch, and so falls (from her perspective) “up”. She drops until her face is before mine, and still inverted (and now floating) she folds her arms and begins to speak, “If that’s the case there ain’t nothin’ to worry about, Sir. I’ll take care of you. I am if no-thing else! ... An agreeable and endlessly polite Amanojaku.” She pulls back for a moment, and bows. I stare down the front of her collar, observing her bones and straining to see more of her shadow-hidden skin. “Human...! I am... Kijin, Se i ja, and in open honesty I am a fugitive! But worry not...” She lifts her head and opens her eyes, which seem to have been closed, revealing her face, and how disarmingly pretty it is, in full. She tells me, “I can definitely find a use for a body so perfectly sculpted, human or no.”

“Ah, so, you want to use me?” I ask. She bounces in place, seeming genuinely surprised. I take a look at her clothes as they shift with her motion... They’re all very striking, and unusual even for Gensokyo. Might she have tailored this arrow-skirted dress and those fanciful bows and that striking collar on her own? The colors... white base, black and red secondary, and some tying blue... I haven’t forgotten them.

“You’ve got a voice! A kinda manly voice!” she shouts... Merely kinda...? “Ouhh! Let’s speak more openly then!”

She eases forward and grabs my face in both her hands. I clam my kind of manly voice up. “Hey,” she says, “did you know that amanojaku can tell when somebody likes them? It’s how we know who to trust. I think that I can trust you, Sir.”

Eh? Is that so?

She smiles very happily... almost too happily, and enough to lift her cheeks and squint her eyes. “You believe me,” she says.

Well... yes. I have no reason to not believe that. Rather, wouldn’t that be how an amanojaku innately goes against the grain, by recognizing the grain at base?

She takes one hand away and pats the other against my cheek. Her fingers are... scarred. What I can see of her arms out those short sleeves as well.

“What’s your name, Sir? Let’s really introduce ourselves. We’re getting along already,” she continues, speaking very properly. I had... assumed she didn’t have any manners.

“... Even if you can read me, Seija-san, how can you be sure I came here for you?” I’m honestly curious. I never made any note of intention...

“Oh? Sir, it’s because it’s obvious...” With her free hand, she points at her chest, saying, “that you’re...”

Dragging her finger down she stops over her stomach.

“... looking...”

And she brings her hand to the jagged hem of her skirt, the gold bangle around her wrist glinting from the weary sun’s rays.

“... like you’ve seen this all before. Have we met... Sir?”

U-Uh—ahem.

“I have... seen you, once. At a festival. I saw your wanted poster as well,” I admit. It was... the Hakurei’s danmaku festival.

“Weeell...! The shrine maiden’s festival, was it? Where I wasn’t even the main attraction although I stole the show?” She looks at me pitiably, with a sad smile and her free hand now steepled over her small chest. I wince.

The way she speaks... it’s as if there’s something secondary, and true, just behind her chosen words... And honestly, I can only barely see it.

“Did Hime tell you about me?”

!?

“You knew that I was here,” she explains. She lifts her hand beside her mouth, to tell a secret. Her other hand is still against my face... almost threateningly. “I’m on the run, and always in hiding,” she whispers, “and here you showed up, like it was totally natural... Hello!”

She waves.

“You want me for something?” she asks. “I’ll give you whatever you want. A man who comes in peace is a blessing, no? And my times these days are always hectic, hellish... I value peace, Sir; I do.”

She’s speaking genuinely; I can tell. She smiles again with sympathy, and awaits my answer. So polite... This is an amanojaku?

Well...


[] I stick my hand in her shirt, to feel her chest.

[] I grab hold of her, and shove my face under her skirt and into her crotch.

[] —Whoa! Cool it, Odou...! Just invite her to your house!

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[X] I stick my hand in her shirt, to feel her chest.


“Ohp...! Hey now!” she blurts out in surprise. “That’s like skipping from three to sixteen, man! If you’re gonna count oddly, least count backwards!”

Hm, yes, right, let’s ignore that.

I could only just about squeeze my hand through her collar. She lifts her chin as I explore the other side of her shirt. She’s wearing a bra... surprising.

“Disappointed? Sorry to say; I’m old enough to have kids. They’re small, but I’ve got breasts,” she explains, her breath somewhat hot on my face. Hm. It’s pink—wait, “old enough to have kids”?

“Youkai can tell that sort of thing?” I ask her, cocking my head. After all, so many youkai look very youthful, and you can’t ever be sure how old they are.

Emphatically, she responds, “Of course! What do you think we are?” Well, I’m honestly not sure. “... You’re really gonna keep going, even over my bra? You’re screwed up, man.”

I am, but that won’t stop me. She isn’t stopping me either. How to say... she seems to accept it’s “normal”. She’s reacting as if I’m someone who eats ice cream with soy sauce, but not a person who brazenly molests little girls.

So feel up, I shall.

Her bra is tiny and, from how it feels, possibly a training or sports bra. I can feel her small chest well beneath it, soft and immature. If I... hook a finger here... I could just... slide it off...

“Mmh... Hey...” she complains. I’ve just let her nipples brush up raw against the fabric of her shirt. I suppose before I mess with that...

I’ve mentioned this is a shirt. I thought it had been a dress. The hem has come loose from the bow around her waist, however, and her somewhat battle-marked and rather slim stomach starts flashing me sights of itself as the shirt falls further and further; and far be it from me to neglect. I put my other hand on her stomach. I take the hand in her collar from her chest, and also place it on that bared abdomen.

“Gonna feel up a stomach now without even telling your name? You’re more like an amanojaku than I am—you’ve got no manners.”

She’s surprisingly talkative.

“I’m Senzai Odou, a clockmaker from the Village,” I explain while feeling her stomach, tracing her scars.

“Odou-san, you seem to be sporting something rock hard right now,” she remarks while I’m sniffing her body and clothing, thinking to myself that she may have been running around today. “You like thin bellies that much?”

I answer by placing my tongue to her skin and dragging it up to drink up her sweat.

“Nnm...! Okay... Guess... y’are...” she says. I grope her belly. “Ng... Oi...!” she snaps. I’m inching toward her ribs, and staring at her navel. “B-B-Buy a girl... a drink first...”

A drink, hm? Maybe later...

I lap at the youkai’s core over every part I can, replacing her perspiration with my saliva. She squirms in the air, rubbing her thighs together. She’s not as sensitive here as Keine was, but she’s feeling it just as well.

I continue for a few minutes in silence, until I feel myself twitching down below.

“Th-That thing’s bouncin’...” Seija remarks. “S... Say, want me to take care of it? I kn-know how’t... is; I know what men have to deal with.”

... I get the feeling she’s trying to bamboozle me.

Not that she’d do something to my dick, but that there’s some end she’s seeking in having access to him.

I can smell her arousal, though.

Do as you will, and do not hesitate.

With that in mind, I begin to caress her rather than groping. Her twisting increases and she lifts her arms, unsure what to do with them. Running my fingers over her body slowly seems to do her in quite well. She reaches “down” (from her perspective) and brings her hand beneath her dress.

Hey, hey, you serious...?

“I-If you don’t mind, I’m just gonna...” the amanojaku rambles off a pardon while better situating her hand and wrist, “... get off in a sec, here.”

Her arm starts moving in regularity, under that arrow-bearing skirt. I can hear the shift of fabric, and then the light, sticky sound of her masturbating. I look down at her face, and see that she’s looking “up” at my stiffy.

I stare in disbelief.

“What?” she says, apparently noticing me. “Girls’ve got needs, so I’m kneading myself.”

You certainly are.

But, that has to mean...

I take hold of the bottom of her shirt and slide it down, just to under her arms. Soon, her little perky nipples flick out from their confines, jutting out excitedly: pink, shining, and swollen.

Seija says nothing, though I can feel her eyes on me (on my primary head, at least). I take both of her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.

“Fh...” she breathes.

While massaging these, and tugging them slightly, less slightly, and not slightly still outward from her chest, I tongue the youkai’s navel.

I keep up this slow assault for a while. I guess I’ve heard that amanojaku may not like the same ideas, but that they disliked being injured or attacked all the same. It doesn’t exactly surprise me that she’s getting pleasure from this.

When her nipples feel particularly warm at my fingertips, and she’s started an almost clicking sound from her throat from her swallowing and breathing heavy through her nose, I decide to bring my tongue down: to those tiny breasts.

“Ohhgh...” she moans. I start at her right nipple, and the thing is hard as could be. Feels good to just sssuck at it and feel her torso arching forward. Also, I can fit either of her breasts wholly into my mouth. Those little, almost pudding-esque mounds undulating to my probing tongue and yielding soft to my teasing incisors... I go back and forth, occasionally holding a teat in my teeth, and all the while holding and feeling up her abdomen. Eventually, she grunts, and I notice her legs are clamping down on her hand.

“D-Damn...!” she swears. “You usually have to pay for this stuff!”

Enjoying it that much...?

I pull away and wipe my mouth, coaxing her upward by pressing against the top of her head, underhanded.

“H-Hnn? What? What are you...” she mutters, barely able to string together the proper phonemes.

I look into her eyes, presently somewhat below my chin. “You know, Amanojaku-san,” I address her, “I’m really rather jealous of you.”

“I-I can figure w-why...” she replies, trembling (she’s still going at it, overhead). “But w-what’s your specific ‘why’?”

“You took Sukuna Shinmyoumaru’s first kiss. I’m very jealous of that.”

“Heh...!” she chuckles, smirking. “Heh hehh! You’re upset about that? W-What are you gonna d... do about it?”

What, hm? Well... “Hope that this is your first with a man,” I say. and I enter her mouth by placing mine to hers.

[X] Take her home, and use her like a toy.


“Alright,” I say. “My shop is on the market’s edge. You can find it by...”

I tell her. On my knees, I tell her.

Now to get her on her knees.

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... I thought that to myself but... now that I’ve gotten close to home again, I’m getting worried.

I haven’t really gone after a youkai like this before... The Magician from yesterday marked the first time, and I only gave her a titfuck...

Even though amanojaku are weak, I’m just... wondering if they’re as weak as fairies or not...

She had a strong grip back there, and she’s wily. I can’t be sure “being innocuous” is enough to get around her capricious attitude.

I feel like I’ve made a mistake.

“...”

I stop, with the windows of my store in sight.

I feel like she’s gotten herself in there.

... Odou! Stop being pathetic!

Remember the Door God’s hounding...!

“I’m gonna do it...” I tell myself. “I’ll do it!”


‘Yeah, that’s the idea!‘


‘Right. Keep that spirit up, Odou-kun!’


Would I be more or less bothered if these girls showed themselves?

I shake my head, and move to enter my store.

The bell above my door rings as I step in.

“Yo...!”

It’s her voice.

I close the door and sheepishly look inward. In the reception area, where my clients are to sit while waiting for me, Kijin Seija is lounging on one of the sofa’s. Her shoeless feet are up, her elbow is on the back, and her chin is at rest on her lifted knuckles. She looks like she’s made herself exceedingly comfortable.

“M... Mhmm,” I clear my throat while locking the door behind me. Shinmyoumaru... isn’t here?

I wonder how she got in...

“If you’re wondering how I got in, it’s ‘cause of this little number,” after she says this, she throws a nod upward, directing me toward her feet with her eyes. Looking, I see that under one of her soles is the obvious white handle of an umbrella, obviously attached to such a tool that’s pointed to the floor and closed at the moment. A pink, somewhat fancy looking item...

I don’t understand.

Seeing my visible confusion, she explains, “This thing gives me a bit of the Gap Hag and the Shrine Maiden’s abilities; I can slip through places and do some other good stuff. I let myself in because—hey: I’ve been invited, haven’t I?”

She’s about as cheeky as Shinmyoumaru...

“Get over here and let me get a hold of that thing,” she demands, looking below my face.

... I believe she means you, I refer to my dick.

He waves with a bit of sluggish momentum, as if telling me, You sure about this? She’s already taking the lead.

No... it’s fine.

After all, I’ve got you (the Dick).

I take off my shoes and stride over, dropping my robes as well.

As soon as I enter the reception room, I feel my entire body shift.

!?

My center of gravity remains the same—I’m not being spirited away again—but I do turn about: unnaturally, and mid-step. Planting my foot, I stand confused. Then, I feel an arm snake around my right side, and Seija grips my cock with what feels like all the strength she can muster.