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26397 No. 26397
A wild SATA has appeared! Sorry for the extremely long delay, too~

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“These three days surely have passed without anyone noticing, right?” Yumeko asks as she helps you packing your stuffs.

“You don’t say,” you reply. “And don’t get me started on last night. Damn… I thought I wouldn’t make it to the morning.” The memory of you, Shinki and Alice spending the previous night engaging in a carnal dance remains vivid, and you still feel sore from the ‘special session’.

“You did make Miss Shinki and Miss Alice very happy,” Yumeko points out. “If they’re happy, you shouldn’t be worried too much.”

“Sometimes there are lines people shouldn’t cross. I wonder if they’re even aware of it,” you add.

“What’s the fun of life if we don’t cross the line once in a while?” she replies, in which you respond with a wry laugh. “Still, you’re fine with me following you to your place? I know you don’t usually accept help from other people, so…”

“I thought I should be asking the question,” you say. “I don’t mind you staying with me, and I thought I could have you help me with the vineyard, too.” You scratch the back of your head. “I must question Shinki’s reason of letting you leave Makai, though. Plus, it’s going to be a full house if everybody starts showing up at my place.”

Yumeko giggles. “If that’s the case, I’ll stay over at Reimu’s place. That poor girl really needs someone to look after her,” she utters.

“Whatever.” You finish packing up and head out, meeting the family on the way. “Well, everyone, I guess my visit to Makai ends today,” you tell them. “I hope my presence here has brought enjoyment to everyone.”

“Will you be visiting us again?” Shinki asks.

You can’t help laughing. “Knowing you,” you say and take her hand before planting a kiss on its upper side. “I am more than honoured to accept your invitation again. That is, if my schedule isn’t packed.” You laugh miserably. “I can hardly believe Yumeko’s going with me, though. Isn’t she supposed to, you know, stay here and help you rebuild Makai?”

“Oh, no,” Shinki waves her hand dismissively. “I’m sure you’ll appreciate her company very much,” and she foxily elbows your rib, “if you know what I mean~ ♥

“Mom, you’re going to delay his departure if you hold him up,” Alice reminds her.

“Aw, Alice, you don’t have to be so mean at your own mommy~” Shinki whines playfully.

Yumeko bows to the family. “Please take care of yourselves, Miss Shinki, Miss Alice. I can’t promise when I can get back home, but don’t create too much mess in my absence.” She glances at Yuki and Mai. “And that means both of you.

“Okay, Big Sis!” Yuki and Mai reply in unison.

“Oh, Mister Winemaker?” Alice approaches you and does the unexpected as she pulls your head down and kisses you deeply. “Come over to my house anytime,” she murmurs huskily. “I promise it will be a special session between us~”

“Alice, you’re way too bold!!” Shinki pushes Alice aside and kisses you equally roughly. Yumeko yanks you away from her and quickly leaves the cottage. “Goodbye, Deion, Yumeko! Have a pleasant trip,” she shouts as she and her children are waving at you.

“And I didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye properly,” you say as you and Yumeko arrive at the gate that connects Makai to the surface. “Well, goodbye Makai, and hello Gensokyo. Wonder if there’s something new.” You notice Yumeko’s face burning red, despite her best effort not to reveal it. Realizing she needs to relax, you pull her toward you, and no words are needed as you kiss her, holding her as close as you can. She stiffens at first, trying to push you away, before she gives in and tilts her head as to allow the kiss to deepen.

“You know,” Yumeko murmurs breathlessly over your mouth. “Maybe inviting you to Makai wasn’t a good idea, after all. Who knows when Miss Shinki decided to have you stay with her permanently?”

“It’s too late to turn back now,” you speak and kiss her again. She returns the kiss, and for a while both of you are locked in each other’s arms, tenderly kissing and savouring each other’s feeling. You let go off her swollen lips and cuddle her, allowing her to hum happily. “Sorry if I couldn’t be with you all the time.”

“It’s alright,” Yumeko says. “I just didn’t want to interrupt your quality time with them.”

“You know what? Maybe you should stay with us,” you tell her. “Daiyousei really could learn a thing or two from you about housekeeping. I know she’ll appreciate your guidance.”

“I’ll think of it,” she replies. “And… if both of us can have some privacy… maybe we can…?”

You chuckle. “Just let me know when and where.”

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>>26397

The trip to the surface goes without any hitch. You and Yumeko separate at the junction that leads to the Hakurei Shrine, and after bidding each other farewell you head back to your mansion. Something pleasant fills your nostril as you walk in, the smell of bread being baked. You head to the kitchen where the aroma comes from and notices a familiar figure taking bread tray out of the oven. “Daiyousei?”

“Oh, honey! Welcome back.” Putting down the tray, she approaches you and hugs you very tightly you swear she might crush you. “I thought you wouldn’t come home for a few more days.”

“They cut my schedule short,” you answer jokingly. The hug loosens, and she pulls your face down as she kisses you. “Did I miss anything?” you ask and return the kiss.

“No, you didn’t,” she says, her breaths warm and pleasant over your face. “I missed you. You have no idea of how long I’ve waited for your return.”

“You should be glad that I am back,” you tell her. You kiss her, and she sighs into your mouth as the kiss deepens. “Making bread again, I see. I wonder if you should open a bakery,” you mutter over her mouth.

“Bread and wine? I kind of like the answer,” Daiyousei answers, shivering in delight as you press your lips upon her neck. “I can’t just stay here and do nothing, can I? Besides, I’m responsible for looking after our home every time you go out,” she says. You can’t help chuckling over the answer, making her pout over your reaction. “What’s so funny about?”

“Nothing, really,” you answer and wrap your arms her waist, hugging the woman to all your heart’s content. “I just thought it’s kind of… funny to see you so engaged in doing this kind of thing.”

“Why can’t I?” She sighs happily and rests her head upon your chest. You run your hand through her silky tresses and bend down as to kiss her scalp. “Honey.”

“Daiyousei,” you speak her name. You lift her chin and rake your lips over hers, while your hand wanders down her soft body. “You really missed me this much, hmm?”

“Very,” she murmurs, hissing in delight when you softly caress her ass. “I need to get the bread ready, so…” She squeals when you spin her around, but then she giggles as you wrap your arms around her, cuddling her as close as you can. “I thought we’re going to do that.

“I’m tired,” you answer and plant kisses upon her scalp. “All the travelling has drained the last drop of my strength.” You haul her up her legs and carry her to the living room. You sit on the couch, Daiyousei contently clinging upon you. “Right now, all I can do is to have my lovely fairy in my arms,” you murmur while running your hand through her silky tresses.

After a long time of silence, Daiyousei looks up at you. With her eyes staring at you dreamily, she kisses you and takes your hand, placing it upon her chest. “…please touch me…” she mutters.

You comply with the request and run your hand down her back, until tip of your fingers touch the base of her wings. She hisses sharply at the touch, and shudders when you lean down and nibble her neck. You bring your hand further downward and slip underneath her skirt as you fondle her ass. Your other hand unbuttons her shirt and fondles her upturned breasts; then you move down to her chest and take her erect nipples into your mouth, vigorously licking and biting them. Daiyousei shudders, her body arching upon you as you continue feasting upon her mound.

You lift her off your lap and undo her skirt, tossing the garment somewhere in the living room. Slowly you pull her slightly drenched panties aside and give her pussy a gentle nudge, making her moan in delight. She sighs lustfully as you begin rubbing her, her thighs automatically clamping around your hand to keep it in place. You toss the remainder of her dress and plant hungry kisses along her trembling body. Wrapping an arm around her, you get up from the couch and gently put her on the floor, her arms and hair spreading across the carpet as she’s lying on her back.

“You’re still as beautiful as ever.” You lean down and take her mouth into a kiss, and she moans as you push your tongue past her lips and whisk it with hers. At the same time you unzip your trouser and position yourself at her lower entrance.

“Don’t make me wait.”

You don’t want to wait any longer. Taking a deep breath, you push your erection past her nether-lips, filling her inch by an inch while silencing her whimpers with a deep kiss. Both of you moan lustfully when you’ve penetrated her up to the hilt, and you take time familiarizing yourself with the feeling of being wrapped by your fairy lover again.

“…oh, how I missed this feeling…” Wrapping her arms and legs around you, Daiyousei kisses you briefly. “…please continue.”

You withdraw slightly, and push all the way back in. You take your time admiring the sight of your fairy lover getting out of breath, savouring her beauty as the passion grows between the two of you, as each stroke makes her shudder in ecstasy. Your pace quickens, and she moans loudly as you pound her hips, her body being controlled by the otherworldly movement, her face burning in passion.

“Honey, I-I’m-!” She suddenly arches her body as she reaches her climax, her fingers digging into your back as her pussy tightly squeezes your cock. The feeling pushes you over the edge and you mash your lips against hers, hungrily kissing her while your thrusts go out of control. She screams inside your mouth as she tightens around you again, triggering your climax. With a deep, guttural growl you find release, filling her womb with every drop of your cum until it overflows and drips outside her.

You fall limp on top of Daiyousei, spent and gasping. She pants breathlessly as she presses her face beneath the crook of your neck. Kissing her softly on the forehead, you pull out of her and turn on your back, letting her rest on top of you as both of you are enjoying the afterglow. “Mmm… I thought you’re tired,” she murmurs dreamily.

“I never get tired with you,” you answer.

She giggles and moves a bit until her face rests underneath your cheek. “What are you going to do after this?” she asks.

“I don’t know. Taking a few days’ rest, checking the stock, clearing the storeroom, dealing with pesky crows-”

“Crows?”

You hesitate for a while. “Yeah, crows,” you shrug. You get off the floor and carry Daiyousei as you head to your room. You let yourself fall into the bed, taking her with you, and you kiss her once more before you turn her around so that her back’s pressed against your chest. “I just hope nobody’s barging in and interrupting our quality time,” you say. Your eyelids are closing shut fast, and you give her neck a quick nibble. “Wake me up when dinner’s ready, okay?”

“You’re so silly.” The last thing you remember before you finally fall asleep is a quick peck on your lips, followed by a pair of lithe arms wrapping around you as Daiyousei holds you close and murmurs into your ear, “I love you so much.”

-x-x-x-x-x

For the record, here's a checklist on our past, present and future customers.

Makai
+ Shinki
+ Yuki
+ Mai
+ Yumeko (soon to be our wife)
+ Luize (missed the chance, was not present)
+ Sara (missed the chance, was not present)

Mugenkan/Sunflower Field
+ Orange
+ Elly
+ Kurumi
+ Yuuka (soon to be our wife)
+ Mugetsu & Gengetsu

Other PC-98s
+ Yumemi
+ Chiyuri
+ Kana
+ Kotohime
+ Rikako
+ Rika
+ Sariel
+ Elis
+ Yuugenmagan
+ Kikuri
+ Meira

Hakurei Shrine
+ Reimu
+ Mima
+ Suika
+ Kasen

Forest of Magic
+ Marisa
+ Alice (already did at Makai, will get another chance here)
+ Shanghai & Hourai
+ Rumia
+ Mystia
+ Wriggle
+ Tokiko
+ Sunny Milk, Luna Child, Star Sapphire
+ Reina

Misty Lake
+ Cirno
+ Daiyousei (technically our wife, so she doesn’t count as a customer)
+ Letty

Scarlet Devil Mansion
+ Meiling
+ Koakuma
+ Patchouli
+ Sakuya
+ Fairy maids
+ Remilia
+ Flandre

Human Village
+ Keine
+ Akyuu

Mayohiga
+ Chen
+ Ran
+ Yukari

Hakugyokurou
+ Lily White
+ Lyrica
+ Merlin
+ Lunasa
+ Youmu
+ Yuyuko

Bamboo Forest of the Lost
+ Reisen
+ Tewi
+ Eirin
+ Kaguya
+ Mokou

Higan
+ Komachi
+ Shikieiki
+ Lily Black
+ Medicine

Youkai Mountain
+ Shizuha
+ Minoriko
+ Hina
+ Nitori
+ Momiji
+ Aya
+ Hatate
+ Sanae
+ Kanako
+ Suwako

Chireiden
+ Yamame
+ Kisume
+ Parsee
+ Yuugi
+ Satori
+ Rin
+ Zombie fairies
+ Utsuho
+ Koishi

Myouren Temple
+ Nazrin
+ Kogasa
+ Ichirin
+ Murasa
+ Shou
+ Byakuren
+ Nue

Celestial Realm/Dragon Palace
+ Iku
+ Tenshi

Dream Palace Great Mausoleum
+ Kyouko
+ Yoshika
+ Seiga
+ Tojiko
+ Futo
+ Miko
+ Mamizou

Others
+ Renko
+ Maribel
+ Hakurei Miko

For the record, previous thread can be found here:
>>8165
>> No. 26405
Yumeko as Deions' wife. I wholeheartedly approve of this. We need more Yumeko on this site. In fact we need more PC98 period. So if you do go through with that Chiyuri scene you mentioned, I'd second that notion without a 2nd thought.
>> No. 26409
I thought that there was a similar feeling with Hina and one of the Akis (Shizuha I think), not just Yumeko and Yuuka. And nice to see quality time with DaiWaifu spent.
>> No. 26452
Kyouko Kasodani works at the Myouren Temple. Mamizou stays at Myouren Temple as well.
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This is a bonus scene before we're visiting the Dream Palace. Please enjoy~

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“You say what?”

“Didn’t you get the memo?” Yukari asks while tapping your forehead with her fan. “The Dream Palace folks have requested your audience in their hall. Remember the red wine you gave me when we first met? I let them taste it, and they fell in love with it.”

“You don’t have to worry. They’re quite friendly, though my special mention has to go to the wicked hermit and the undead.” She grins. “Oh, you will absolutely love those two~”

You’re slightly worried when you hear the words ‘wicked’ and ‘undead’ but decide not to show it to Yukari. “So… when’s the departure time?” you ask.

“Let me know as soon as you’ve done with your unfinished business. Take your time; you have the whole time in your life.” she smiles, albeit faintly. “To know that you have a greater fairy, a ninja maid, the avatar of summer and two goddesses as your precious lovers… you should marry them as soon as you can.” She suddenly sounds so distant; you’re unsure whether she really means it…

“Yukari.”

She giggles. “Oh, dear, I might have spoken my mind too loud,” she utters. “Anyway, I’ll be taking my leave. You know how to reach me, don’t you?” She summons a gap and walks in, but she hesitates. “Oh, one more thing.” She approaches you and, without any warning, kisses you deeply and hard. “Kissing you has proven to be quite fun~ ♥” she utters as she lets go off your mouth. “We’ll meet again. Until then, toodles~” She disappears, leaving you alone in the living room. You throw your arms upward and fall onto the couch. Dream Palace, isn’t it? You’ve never heard of the name until now, so you probably need to do some research about it.

It’s been two weeks since you left Makai, and you haven’t heard of anything from the family since then. You occasionally get a visit from Remilia and her servant, and the vampire keeps asking you to come over to her mansion. You also haven’t visited Yuuka or Hina, and you probably should. On the other hand, it’s already late in the night, and you shouldn’t trouble them by showing up at their place.

Your daydream is disturbed by the sound of knocking on the door. Lazily you get off the couch and approach the door. “Shizuha?”

“Surprise!!” the goddess of fallen leaves cheers. “Bet you didn’t expect to see me right now, did you?”

“Err… yeah, I didn’t,” you say and walk her in. “What makes you coming to my place at this hour?”

“Why? Don’t you miss me?” Shizuha hugs you tightly, deliberately pressing herself against yours. It doesn’t help that she’s wearing ribbed sweater and denim short, which only serve to highlight her lithe figure.

“Well, I do miss you,” you reply and return the hug. Shizuha giggles and buries her face beneath your clothes, deeply inhaling your scent. You shrug and sit down, taking the goddess with you. “Jeez, at least you should let your sister know that you’re leaving.”

“Minoriko? Don’t worry about her, she can look after herself,” Shizuha answers and walks around the interior of your cottage. “So this is how a winemaker makes his living, hmm?” she asks as she inspects the wine cellar.

“You know me already,” you say and offer her a glass of Merlot. “Always busy with selling my products, always running out of time to decorate this place.”

Shizuha hums in acknowledgment as she takes a sip of the wine. “Well, you can always ask someone to help,” Shizuha says, thanking you as you refill her glass.

You scratch the back of your head. “I already have Daiyousei, though she…” You stop when you notice her staring at you, her eyebrows furrowing. “Shizuha… don’t tell me that you’re jealous.”

“What? I’m not!” she protests. “Why would I be jealous of you?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “It would be nice if I have the entire Gensokyo to come over.” She pouts indignantly, and you can’t help snickering over her reaction. “Come on, why would I do that? Besides, they’d wreck this place beyond recognition if I ever allow them.” She’s still sulking, apparently not buying your excuse. “Oh, jeez.” You take the glass of her hand and put it on the table, before pulling her into your arms. “You really want to see me, don’t you?”

“I… yes, I am,” Shizuha sheepishly admits. “And I even had to go into troubles just to find this outfit. That border lady said that you like shorts and sweater, so…” She giggles, presumably out of shame. “I’m sorry. I’ve never been very happy ever since I met you.”

“Well, are you feeling happy right now?” you ask.

She pulls away from you. “Well, is there anything you can do to make me even happier?” she asks. You didn’t notice it until now, but she has gained some height, and the top of her head is almost at the same level with your chin. Not even Daiyousei’s height reaches the same place, so that means she’s taller than your fairy lover.

“How about I do this?” You pull her face, and you smother her lips in a kiss. She returns the kiss, moaning happily into your mouth. You haul her up her ass and carry her to your room, locking the door so that no one can walk in. You let go off her lips and sit down on the bed, holding her closer to you.

“Sweater and shorts, eh? You’re really one adventurous girl, you know?” you utter and take her hand. Kissing her palm softly, you slowly take her index and middle fingers into your mouth, snickering at her reaction.

“S-stop licking my fingers… ah!” She cries out when you start sucking on her fingers. Her body shudders, trying to get a fix on you. You remove her sweater and fondle her exposed breasts; then you bring your face to her chest, planting fervent kisses along her sweaty skin. She moans as your mouth finds her nipples, and her back arches as you hungrily feast upon her chest.

“Tastes like honey.” You continue licking her nipples, each suck and nibble you’re doing making Shizuha moan erotically. You let go off her breasts and bring her face to yours; you waste no time kissing her inviting lips deeply, whisking her tongue with yours as to arouse her further. You gently push her into the mattress, fingers interlaced, mouths feverishly connected. You grab her shorts by the waist and slowly pull it down, revealing her glistened pussy. “Not wearing anything, are we?” you say with a snicker as you notice her lack of panties.

“Is it wrong for me to not wear anything?” Shizuha asks in protests.

“Not at all.” You kiss her again, and you trail your mouth along her shaking torso as you make way to her belly. Her moans become more incessant with each passing second, and her fingers dig into your hair as you run your tongue in circular motion around her navel. One of your hands wanders further down her body and slips to her crotch. Shizuha cries out in a sudden when your fingers make contact with her pussy, and she suddenly clenches her fingers on your head, abruptly stopping you.

“I-I’m sorry…” she apologizes in erratic voice. “Did I hurt you?”

You can’t help smiling. You kiss her once more, calming her down. “I’m not going to hurt you, trust me,” you murmur.

You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her with you as you sit upright. You remove her sweater and toss the garment somewhere in the room. Fervently you brush your lips on her bare shoulders and chest, moaning her name as she grinds herself against you. She gets off you, and with an arched eyebrow, you watch in intrigue as she unzips your trousers, freeing your raging hard-on.

“I…” She looks straight into your eyes. “…this is my first time doing it, so… can I?” You nod in confirmation, and she kisses you briefly before she concentrates on your member. Humming slightly to herself, she strokes your erection, occasionally kissing it. She, then, takes your erection into her mouth, and your brain almost shortcuts as she starts sucking you. You try to tell her to take it slow, but the sensation of having a divine being wrapping her tongue around you is something words cannot describe.

Just as you’re about to orgasm, she lets go off your cock, panting as trails of saliva trickle down her tongue. “I’d like it if you spray your entire load into me,” she murmurs huskily over your lips. She kisses you once again before going down on all four. “Mister Winemaker, please put it in…” she pleads. The innocent expression combined with a delicious body… and the way she wiggles her ass so invitingly… you don’t think you’re able to wait anymore.

You get behind and enter her hot pussy in one stroke. You bend down to play with her breasts and clit, focusing on pleasuring her as much as you can. Shizuha’s body starts moving on her own as she asks you to go faster and harder. You aren’t buying the idea of playing rough as you’d risk hurting a girl… but she’s not a normal girl, and it’s what she wants.

You grab her ass and drive yourself as deeply into her as you can. You gasp as you find release, and you hear Shizuha letting out a piercing cry as you fill her aching body with your hot seed. Your pumping motion slows down, and you collapse on top of her back, gasping for breath.

“More…” you hear Shizuha murmuring. “Please… can I have more?”

You kiss the back of her neck softly before you switch position. You push Shizuha into the bed and loom over her, spreading her legs as you once again push yourself into her. She moans lustfully as you’ve fully filled her, and her breaths get knocked out of her as you plough her drenched cunt over and over, even harder than before. You lean forward and silence her cries with a kiss, while at the same time you rub her hard clit, causing her to scream passionately into your mouth.

Once again you hit your orgasm. Shizuha cries out and climaxes soon after, and you feel her inner walls squeezing and tightening around you, desperately milking every drop of your cum. You give her thoroughly fucked hole a few more thrusts before you pull out, and you groan deeply as you find yet another release, spurting the remainder of your hot load onto her face and breasts. She moans in pleasure as she’s being smeared all over, a pure blissful expression clearly visible on her face.

“That… that was a lot,” she murmurs, a tired but thoroughly satisfied smile carved upon her face.

“Yeah… that was a lot,” you say half-jokingly. You loom over her again, and your fingers entwine with hers as you generously kiss her. You wrap your arms around her, and soon both of you fall asleep, contently holding each other in post-coital embrace. You wake up shortly after and stare at Shizuha, who has also woken up. “Shizuha…”

“It would be nice if I stay over at your place, wouldn’t it?” she asks. She’s grinning naughtily, and you soon find out why: she’s stroking your limp member. “Well?”

You swap her hand from your crotch, only to lock your fingers with hers. You push her onto her back and loom over her. “I’m not sure if I can have a goddess looking over my premise, but I’ll think of it,” you utter and kiss her. You position your now-erect manhood over her lower lips, and she moans loudly as you penetrate her, filling her once more. “I take it that you’re hungry, yes?” you mutter.

“…yes, feed me with your love, Mister Winemaker… make me feel loved…” Shizuha utters in lustful voice.

“I’ll make you feel loved, Shizuha,” you utter over her mouth. You thrust yourself deeper, and before you know it you spend the entire night making love to Shizuha and satisfying her desire. It’s not something you want to complain, and you’re pretty sure your divine lover doesn’t, either.
>> No. 26882
Perfect way to celebrate the coming of fall: Aki loving, and the least appreciated of the two at that.
>> No. 27229
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Evening. It’s almost the end of autumn, and yet you never notice the time that has passed as you examine the checklist for the next season. Daiyousei is rearranging the bottles in the cellar, humming happily as she does the job she’s been trained to do ever since you brought her to this mansion. You put down the checklist and throw your arms upward, yawning as long as you can. It’s been unusually cold since this morning, and you wonder if you could cuddle Daiyousei to keep warm for the rest of the day.

“Daiyousei, what do the girls usually do on Halloween?” you ask as you throw your sight at her. You almost forgot about it, but it’s Halloween Day, and you can’t help asking if it’s celebrated differently in Gensokyo.

“I think they do the same people at the outside world usually do: visiting people’s houses and asking for trick or treat,” Daiyousei answers. She leaves the cellar and approaches the couch you’re sitting on. “Do you have any plan to do this year’s Halloween, honey?”

“I’d rather cuddle you and stay warm, if you understand what I’m saying,” you say. You look up and see your fairy lover smiling knowingly at you. “Actually, I don’t know. I’m invited to the Dream Palace, though I don’t know when I’m supposed to go there. Besides, I’ve left the greenhouse unattended for too long. I should give it a look now.”

“But honey, isn’t attending the greenhouse my specialty?” Daiyousei asks and sits beside you.

“Well, I don’t know,” you shrug. You feel her arms wrapped about you as she rests her head upon your chest. You softly kiss her scalp and cuddle her, holding your fairy lover as tightly as possible. Daiyousei purrs happily in your arms and shifts a bit so that your arm’s pressed between her breasts. “Say, can I ask you something?”

“Yes, honey, anything,” Daiyousei replies.

“You don’t mind me having affairs with my customers?” you ask. She lifts her head, and stares at you deep enough she deserves an explanation. “I mean, you already knew about my session with the three fairies, so…” You gulp; this is becoming more difficult than you’d expected. Telling the truth is hard, but telling the truth to your beloved one is even harder. “How should I put this…”

Daiyousei smiles. “Well, I don’t know if you’d heard this, but…” She shifts her position again, this time seated upon your lap, her arms never letting go off you. “…you can have sex with as many women as you want, but you can only be faithful to one.” You’re dumbfounded; to hear such thing actually being spoken by Daiyousei, by your fairy lover of all people, you’re at loss of words to tell her how you feel. “Come on. I already know your relationship with your customers, so what can I do to stop it from happening?” she continues and kisses you. “As long as you don’t forget or abandon me, I’m not going to get mad at you.” She kisses you again, and trails her lips down your face as she nibbles your neck. “Just don’t forget me, okay?”

“I won’t, Daiyousei,” you tell her, shivering over the erotic pleasure of having your neck bitten. “Oh, yes, that feels so good…”

“You think so?” Daiyousei giggles. “Thought I could learn some more things about making my beloved one happy~” She continues trailing her mouth down your body, her breath warm over your chest as she undoes your shirt. You shudder when you feel her tongue making circular marks around your chest, and you roll your eyes inward, unable to push the delicious pleasure away. She continues marking your chest with love bites, unaware that her dress has slipped past her shoulders. You seize the opportunity and sink your teeth into her bare shoulder, causing her to yelp in surprise. You haul up closer as you nibble and lick her shoulder, moaning into her silky smooth skin as her feminine scent sips into your nostril.

“Umm… not too rough, please~” she sighs. You pull away and apologize for ravishing her. She smiles and kisses you. “Come to think about it, have you tried rough playthings with your partners?”

“What? Me? No way, why should I?” you reply. “Wait a minute. What makes you think of that?”

“Why, don’t you like playing rough? I heard it’s the hottest thing you can do on bed,” she says.

“N-no, that’s not the whole issue!” you stammer. “Come on, why should I hurt my customers?”

“But what if they want it~?” she asks in a dangerously foxy voice.

“O-only if they request it, otherwise no, I’m not going to do it,” you answer. Daiyousei laughs and slaps her palm against your chest repeatedly. “Come on, Daiyousei, you know I’m serious about this.”

“Sorry, so sorry, I was just asking,” Daiyousei apologizes and buttons your shirt. “You’re not the kind who would do his partner all sorts of pain. Besides, you’ll lose your business if you hurt your customers.”

“You don’t say,” you say in utmost relief. “Good grief, for a second I thought you’re serious about the whole rough plaything.” You hear a knocking on the door. “Who might be coming at this hour?” Pushing Daiyousei off your lap you leave the couch and approach the door. You wouldn’t expect a customer to visit you, but it doesn’t hurt to check it.

“Trick or treat!”

With that declared you’re showered by paper charms that stick on your face. You peel off some of the charms to let you see the perpetrator. A girl with grey eyes and grey hair, dressed up in a uniform you can barely recognize its origin. What strikes you the most about her is a strange hat fixed neatly atop of her head; who is this newcomer?

“I’m sorry, but do you have any business over my place?” you ask.

“Oh, uh… I’m sorry!” the new girl apologizes and bows deeply. “I thought that’s what you do during Halloween! At least, that’s what they told me to do.”

“Throwing charms at someone’s face?” you ask as you remove the sticky papers from your face. “Whoever taught you that has poor understanding about other culture. Besides, you’re supposed to dress up for Halloween and ask for tricks or treats. As in, tricks or candies, or whatever they like.”

“Who is it, dear?” Daiyousei asks as she approaches you.

“Beats me,” you shrug. “I don’t remember seeing her anywhere, though.” You turn back at the girl. “Say, who are you, anyway?”

“Ah, I forgot the introduction!” The girl bows again before straightens her posture. “My name is Mononobe no Futo. I hail from the Great Mausoleum of the Hall of Dreams.” You smack your fist upon your palm so hard it startles the girl. “Uh… did I say something wrong?”

“But of course! The Dream Palace!” you declare aloud. “I’m invited by the folks of the place as their special guest. I never thought to have someone from there actually visiting me first.”

The girl tilts her head. “Invitation? You have an invitation from Lord Miko?” she asks. You and Daiyousei stare at her, and you can’t help smirking when she starts shrinking violet. “P-please stop staring at me like that…” she stammers.

You cough. Right. The name is Deion, and this is Daiyousei,” you introduce yourself. “Anyway, it’s not polite to leave my visitor out here. Miss Futo, isn’t it? Come in, we’ll prepare you hot tea and bread,” you tell her. You look at Daiyousei, and her dreamy face suddenly worries you as she stares longingly at Futo.

“She’s so cute~” she mutters.

Wait; is she staring at Futo’s butt?
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“So, to make stories short, you and the people of the Dream Palace got resurrected and relocated to… Shinkai?” you say.

“Yes, Shinkai is indeed the name of the place,” Futo answers. “We don’t usually travel to Gensokyo, but when we do, we use cracks.”

You and Daiyousei tilt your head. “Cracks?”

“Yes, cracks. They’re like passages that link this place with ours,” Futo explains. “So long as there are cracks, travelling between two places is easy.” She pauses talking, only because taking a bite of the bread. Her eyes widen in a sudden, and she stares at the bread as if she has never eaten it before. “This… this is wonderful! I have never tasted such an exquisite delicacy,” she remarks.

“It’s just bread, nothing special about it,” you shrug.

“But it is special!” Futo says. She takes another bite of the bread, and her smile becomes dreamy as she swallows it. “Mmm~ is this made with love? I… I can actually taste it…” You can actually feel Daiyousei’s blushes. “Oh, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t be rude in front of my hosts, but really! This is the most delicious bread I’ve ever had in a while,” she says.

“Save the thanks to Daiyousei, she’s taking a very good care of the kitchen whenever I’m on a leave,” you say while pointing at the fairy. She bashfully bows and introduces herself to Futo.

Futo looks all around her, seemingly fascinated by the tidiness. “She really keeps everything in order. Is she your housewife, by any chance, Mister Deion?” Both you and Daiyousei find yourself blushing very brightly. While it’s not strange that you and Daiyousei have a very close relationship, to hear such thing spoken by Futo is somewhat flattering, if not a bit bothersome.

“W…well, you’re pretty much correct about it,” Daiyousei says bashfully.

“Oh! Are you perhaps married to Mister Deion?” Again, you blush, even greater than before. The thought of you and Daiyousei walking to the altar and speaking the sacred oath together, however wonderful it is, is not the main thing you want to consider. “But that’s strange. Lord Miko told me that married people have rings worn around their finger. How come you don’t have any?”

You have to cough yourself out of the embarrassing moment and focus on your guest. “Say, Miss Futo, about this whole Halloween thing going on, do you really believe about the ‘tossing paper charms at other’s face’ thing?” you ask. She suddenly stops munching on the bread, and you’re caught off-guard when she gives you one of the “puppy eyes” stares. “Oh, whatever. Forget what I said about it,” you grumble.

“Does that mean you’re going to teach me everything about Halloween, mister Deion?” Futo asks, her eyes shining so bright you swear you’re being blinded by her pure, unadulterated charm. “Umm… did I say anything wrong?”

You have a better idea. As a matter of fact, this may be the best opportunity to put your decanting skill to good use again. “Daiyousei, fetch me the necessities,” you tell her. She looks at you, confused at first, but later smiles widely and leaves the living room as she heads to the kitchen. You get off the couch and approach the cellar, all while Futo is watching curiously from her place.

“May I ask what are you doing, mister Deion?” Futo asks. Daiyousei has returned, and Futo looks at the decanting kit in curiosity as she arranges it on the table. “And what are these tools for?”

“This is a long tradition every winemaker has celebrated ever since the dawn of civilization,” you say as you withdraw a bottle from the cellar. “It would be a shame if I’m unable to invite you to enjoy this tradition wholeheartedly,” you speak, almost to yourself as to examine the bottle’s label.

“Oh~ isn’t that Grand Cru?” Daiyousei asks. The way she rolls her tongue as she speaks French, despite being heavily accented, only adds to her appeal.

“Only the best, my dear,” you tell her and rub your nose against hers. “In fact, I think I haven’t even touched this sample for ten years.”

“Ten years?” Futo asks in shock. “But isn’t food supposed to rot when you keep them for that long?”

“Not always the case, Miss Futo,” you reply. “Some vintages can be stored for years and years without even spoiled. Believe me, the longer wines are stored, the better they taste.” Carefully you open the cork, and you take time inhaling the aroma that’s being released. “Splendid. As expected from wines that have matured well.”

You take the decanting jar and pour a bit of the wine into it. You ask Daiyousei to blindfold you, and she’s all too obedient to do so. With the jar in your left hand, and wineglass in your right hand, you adjust your position until you get it right. “Everyone, you can now start holding your breath.”

You begin. Flexing your body, bending over, spinning on your foot, you perform all sorts of tricks you can imagine just to show off your skill to your guest. You can hear Daiyousei gasping in horror, as if you’re missing your mark, and later sighing in relief as you don’t. You’ve filled one glass and repeat the procedure with another empty glass, still in blindfold, but you pause. You want to make this moment special to your guest, so you ask Futo to hold the glass for you.

“Is it alright?” Futo asks in concern. “You’re blinded, so how can you see where you’re pouring it?”

With intricate hand gestures, you bring the decanting jar close to the wineglass, and tilt the jar ever slightly as you begin pouring the decanted wine into the glass. You keep on pouring and pouring and pouring, until your ear catches the faint sound of your heartbeat. You stop, lift the decanting jar up and undo the blindfold. “Well, how does it go?” you ask Futo.

“That… that was marvellous!” Futo says. “To be able to fill this glass with wine blindfolded without spilling a drop, you’re very talented, Mister Deion!”

“Well, people always say practice makes perfect,” you say and pour the remaining wine into your glass. “Do you drink? Oh, I can tell that you haven’t.”

“Drinking?” Futo asks as she examines the glass’ content. “The teaching never mentions anything about drinking wine, so…”

“You think the scholars in the past would just enjoy their moment of inspiration without something to accompany them?” You clank the tip of your glass with Futo’s. “Consider yourself the lucky first, Miss Futo, as I’m going to perform in front of your Lord Miko and her consort. I bet they’re going to go green when they hear your experience.”

“You mean… all that show was for me?” Futo asks. She frowns, and you can see the tell-tale blush tinting her delicate face as she murmurs under her breath. Then she lifts her face, and with the most delightful smile you’ve ever seen, she brings the glass close to her. “All I have to do is to drink the wine, yes?” she asks.

“Take your time. After all, the best wine can only be appreciated if you’re not rushing yourself.”

After hesitating for a few seconds, she nods and takes a sip of the decanted wine. You and Daiyousei watch in anticipation as she takes another sip, trying to familiarize herself with the new experience. She brings the glass down and suddenly hiccups, almost dropping it off her hand. “Eh~ that wasn’t as bad as I first thought,” she says and hiccups for the second time.

“Well, what’s your thought about it?” you ask.

She blushes; you’re not sure if it’s because she’s already drunk or embarrassed, but she’s doing another “puppy eyes” stare again. “Uhh… I think Lord Miko is not going to like it, but…” She fidgets with her skirt, as if she’s reluctant to speak her mind. “Mister Deion…?”

You can’t help feeling sorry over her reluctance. “Yes, Miss Futo?”

“I… I think I need to learn more about wine tasting and all,” Futo says, her voice almost a soft whisper to your ears. Then, in a sudden, she puts the glass on the table and bows deeply to you as she says “please let me stay here for one night! I promise I won’t let you down!”

“Whoa, there, not so fast,” you tell her. “This is all too sudden. I mean, I’m glad that you like the wine, but-” You get elbowed on the rib by Daiyousei, who later gives you a menacing stare you don’t expect to see from her. You try reasoning with her before you realize the futility of doing such thing, and you throw your arms upward in surrender. “Alright, alright! Daiyousei, you win. Give me a break.”

“Yay~” Daiyousei cheers.

Futo does another bow to you. “From now on, please take a very great care of me, Mister Deion,” she speaks. Your face twitches; she has no idea over what she has just said.

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I'm shooting wildly in the dark over how to depict her personality, but enough talk! Have some Futo for all your pleasure~ Sorry, I was supposed to end this post with Deion teaching Futo another way of enjoying wine, but my brain decided to shut down, so yeah.
>> No. 27237
I don't think any of the readers would want to abandon or forget about Daiwaifu, though she seems awfully interested in Futo.
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It’s a lively and active night over your place. With the presence of Futo, you find yourself busy teaching the new girl more pleasure of enjoying wine. You never thought to play the role of mentor in your entire life as a winemaker, and apprenticeship is not something you would do. Seeing Futo’s delighted smile every time she gains new knowledge about wine, however, you realize the winemaking and its tradition will only go nowhere if you don’t pass the torch to someone worthy of carrying it.

The only problem with this is…

“That means you and Miss Daiyousei aren’t really married?” Futo asks.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to explain,” you say.

“But that’s strange. Both of you aren’t married, and yet you still live under the same roof,” Futo says. “We’re often taught that man and woman need to be married before they can stay together.” She slams her palm on the table and leans forward, staring at both of you so hard you think her stare alone could pierce through stones. “Could this be… that you’re having a forbidden relationship?!”

You scratch your head. Explaining the actual situation to Futo will not be easy, and considering how blissfully innocent she is (which is, in a way, a good thing) it will only complicate matters further. “You see, Miss Futo,” you begin even as your hands are making various gestures, “when a man and a woman fall in love with each other, it doesn’t matter if they’re married or not. As long as they have faith in each other… well, they can live together in peace.” Futo keeps staring, and you find yourself at loss of words. It doesn’t look like she’s buying your explanation. You better think of something – and fast – before she bombards you with more questions.

You hear the door get knocked. You ask Daiyousei to keep Futo entertained and approach the door. As soon as you pull the door open, you’re immediately greeted by many pair of eyes and many pairs of empty hands stretched at you. “Trick of treat!!” Shizuha, Aya, Mima, Reimu and the fairy trio say out loud in unison.

You look back at the grandfather’s clock behind you. Then back at your expectant visitors. Oh, right, it’s Halloween, you should treat them- “Hey, wait a minute! Why are you flocking at my house?” you demand.

“Oh, don’t be so forgetful! It’s Halloween, and it’s our chance to ask for a treat from you!” Mima says and pushes herself through the door. The rest of the girls follow suit, pushing you off the door and gathering at the living room.

“I didn’t plan for this type of gathering,” you grumble and approach them. “Whose idea is this, anyway?” They point at Mima, who in turn points back at Reimu. “Seriously, if you plan to have a party-” You yelp when a sudden coldness clenches your spine, and you try to react before a pair of hands pushes you off your foot. You land flat on your back, and you find yourself being stared at by your visitors.

“But Mister Winemaker, we like it better if it’s a surprise party,” Shizuha says, even as Kogasa and Koishi sit atop of your chest and pose victoriously. “Besides, we kind of want to return you the favour after everything you’ve done to please us.”

“That’s right!” Kogasa turns around so that she’s facing you. You should give whoever tailored the costume a credit, because she’s wearing what’s basically French maid uniform that highlights every inch of her features (and it comes complete with thigh-highs and garter straps, which only adds the sexiness factor). “Surprised, didn’t you? I bet you are~” she utters and sticks her tongue at you.

“Come on now, help me up.” You’re pulled back on your foot, and you take time examining each of the girl. Only now you realize that your visitors are dressed in the same way as Kogasa is, albeit with individual variation; Shizuha’s dress has maple leaf decoration on the knee-length skirt, Aya – for all her brazen, shameless demeanour, wears uniform that resembles more of Victorian servant than French maid; Sunnymilk, Lunachild and Star Sapphire resemble the fairy maids of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, while Reimu’s dress is in her iconic red-white colour (which is even shared with Koishi). As for Mima… you don’t want to even describe it. “If you’re serious about dressing up as a maid for Halloween, you might better open a café instead,” you tell them.

“But where’s the fun in that?” Mima asks and flips her low-cut skirt, deliberately flashing her black panties. You avert your gaze, which only causes the woman to chuckle foxily. “Come on, winemaker boy, you don’t have to be this shy~” she purrs into your ears as she traces her finger along your chest. “Consider this a special gift from your satisfied customers~”

“By the way, Mister,” Koishi says. “Big Sis said she wants you to come to our place tomorrow. She has something very special. Just. For. You ♥” A unified “Ooo~” is heard from the girls, and all of them smile seductively as they approach you step by step. Even Reimu, whom you know very well for her mannerism, isn’t shy to show off her armpits. Damn it, where the hell is your saviour when you need it the most?

“Alright, everyone, may I have your attention?” Daiyousei calls out. “As you may have noticed, we’re scheduled to have a decanting demonstration, but our winemaker is, unfortunately, feeling in the blues at this moment~”

“Aw, can’t he just do it right now?” Kogasa and Koishi moan in frustration.

“I’m very sorry for the setback, everyone. So please allow me to do the demonstration on his behalf, but first~” She, then, hurriedly drags you away from the girls. You glare at your fairy lover, demanding an explanation from her. “Futo doesn’t seem to like their presence. She looks like she’s going to get hostile at them,” she whispers.

“She’s what?” you reply back in whispers.

“Hey, Daiyousei, what’s up with that?” Aya grumbles. “We’re going to ask for tricks or treats from him, not a demonstration.

“Oh, I seriously apologize, Miss Aya, but I’ll be right back~” she says and pushes you into the kitchen. “Take her to the greenhouse. I’ll keep them busy, alright?” she tells you. You don’t have any idea on what she’s going to do, but as you take a quick glance at her from behind the corner, she approaches the guests and bows to them apologetically. Whatever she’s planning, you should thank her for pulling her out of trouble.

You approach Futo. “You alright?” you ask.

Futo nods. “I-I’m very sorry, Mister Deion,” she apologizes. “I almost got freaked out when I saw them.”

“Come with me. This house gets very noisy every time guests are showing up,” you say and take her to the backyard.

“To where, Mister Deion?” Futo asks as she follows your lead.

“To the greenhouse,” you answer. You take Futo to the greenhouse and head straight to a small hut at the end of the building. She sits down on a chair as you prepare the wine and glasses. “I’ve set up this hut so that my guests who appreciate privacy can spend their time here. I never thought that I’d actually use it today.” You pass the glass to Futo and fill it with red wine. “Daiyousei told me you were not pleased with my guests. Care to tell me what happened?”

She holds the stem of the glass, her mouths twitching as she’s trying to construct the words. “I… I felt the presence of youkai among the group,” she answers. “I don’t like them. Aren’t they supposed to attack human and… eat them?”

You don’t know from what era Futo is, but something like this deserves further explanation. “Only the feral kinds do that. Most of them just want to have fun.” You pause, before you continue: “like the girls you saw back there.”

“But youkai are dangerous creatures! Aren’t you concerned over your safety by letting them visit you?” she asks.

You remember your first meeting with Yuuka, one of Gensokyo’s most powerful beings. It was certainly a close call, but in the end you earned her trust. If you can survive meeting Yuuka, surely you can survive meeting just about anyone. “Yes, I understand the risks,” you speak and take a sip of the red wine. “And I’m ready to gamble my life to take on the risks.”

“But why would you do that? How are you possibly going to deal with them?” Either she’s genuinely concerned over your safety, or she doesn’t understand the concept of living in harmony with each other.

“Because I’m a winemaker. It doesn’t matter if my customers are youkai, fairies, ghosts, or humans with supernatural abilities…” You pause again, if only because you’re staring right into Futo’s eyes. “…or even something common sense cannot describe. If they want the best wine, it’s my duty to give them the best wine.”

You take her hand and pull her off the chair. You smile at her as you walk out of the small hut and the greenhouse, and head to a clear patch of grass outside your residence. “Life is short, you see,” you speak and sit down on a log, bringing her along. “I may never be able to live as long as the girls; and I may never have the skills to match theirs. I’m just a human, who am I to compare to them?”

Futo frowns. “You… you’re awfully relaxed,” she mutters.

You can’t help snickering. “Like I said, I’m a winemaker,” you say and clang your glass with hers. “Maybe that’s why I can survive living in this place.” She seems to be sulking over your answer, and you sigh before you take off her headgear. “Seriously, Futo, what’s the matter with you? You don’t look like the kind of person – or a girl – who would treat everyone so hostilely, even when they never do you harm.” You ruffle her greyish hair, turning it into mess, and she squirms in protests as you continue petting her.

“I’m sorry…” she apologizes. “The only people who are nice at me are Lord Miko and Tojiko. Even so, they don’t hold a high regard toward everybody else.” She frowns, blushing even greater than before as you stop petting her but keep your hand rested upon her scalp. “And only Lord Miko has ever petted me like this. To have somebody else do this…”

“It’s embarrassing, right?” you say. Futo nods weakly. “You know, I’d really like to meet this Lord Miko, if that’s what you address her and clarify the whole situation.”

“P-please do…” Futo mutters. “…as a matter of fact, it’s getting quite lonely over my place…”

You have to resist the urge to pump a fist and yell victoriously, and settle with a soft pat on her head instead. “That can be settled, then. One thing, though.” You pull your hand and gently prod her exposed forehead. “Try not to throw paper charms at other people’s face next time. Some will shoot incendiaries at your face if you do that.”

She nods, giggling shyly at the same time. “I knew it was a silly idea…” she utters. She yelps when you wrap your arms around her petite figure, and she stiffens as you bring her up to your lap and cuddle her. “M-Mister Deion, what are you doing?” she asks. You say nothing, choosing instead to brush your lips upon her scalp. For a while Futo stays stills in your embrace, and you brace yourself for a rejection.

“Mister Deion, what you said about man and woman loving and having faith with each other…” she murmurs and rests her head upon your chest. “…would you please show it to me?”

Stop raping the F5 button, Anon. Part 2 will be posted shortly.
>> No. 27260
Now I want to see where Reimu and hte others were going with their plan.
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>>27259

Okay, okay, I kid. Here it is.

You’re a bit taken aback by her request, especially in the little time both of you have known each other. It may be for the best that she discovers the answer on her own, even if she still hasn’t completely grasped the concept, but you can’t bring yourself to say no to her. “Alright, I will honour your request,” you tell her. She lifts her head, and honest-to-goodness smiles. It’s no longer the shy smile of a naïve girl, but a delighted smile of a person whose request is finally granted.

You lift her chin and bring her face close to you. Your reflection on her deep green eyes is visible, just seconds before her eyes closed, before her lips automatically part. You press your lips against hers, taking her with you in a soft kiss. She moans softly into your mouth, and her hands crawl up to cling onto your shoulders. You gently coax her into returning the kiss by pushing your tongue past her lips. Her response is clumsy at its best, as you’d expect from a first-time kisser.

You continue kissing her for a few minutes, breaking off every once in while to catch some air. Your hands wander down her delectable body and rests underneath her buttocks. A shocked gasp escapes her mouth as you run your hands along her thighs, which is quickly muffled as you deepen the kiss. You finally let go off her lips, now swollen from all the kisses and bites, and turn her around so that her back’s facing you. “Miss Futo, do I have the permission to proceed?” you ask and wrap your arms about her waist.

She hums happily and touches your hands with hers. “Yes, please.”

You lift the hem of her dress and bring it upward, exposing her chest to the night. You reach for her breasts and start massaging them, and she lets out a moan of pleasure as you squeeze her handful. You find her nipples, erect from direct contact with the cold air, and you gently roll them between your fingers. Futo arches her back, throwing her head backward, and you seize the opportunity by kissing her once again, allowing her to moan into your mouth as you continue working on her breasts. Her body starts heating up, as so is her flushed face.

“M-Mister Deion, I… I feel something strange between my legs…” Futo pants over your mouth. You let go off her heaving chest and bring your hand down to her crotch. She’s already drenched, and the lack of underwear underneath the skirt only makes it more apparent. “What does it mean?”

“It means you’re getting excited,” you tell her and kiss her cheek. “It may make you feel a little uncomfortable, so let me help you getting through it.” You slip your hand onto her pussy, feeling the hotness of her nether-lips enveloping you. Futo bites her lips, trying to stay silent as you slowly rub her, but soon she gives in as husky moans escapes her mouth. It’s somewhat erotic to hear her moans, and already you feel your erection starting to rise.

You push apart her lower lips. Futo cries out in a sudden as you insert two digits into her pussy, and her body contracts as you rest your fingers inside her. “Stay relaxed. I know it’s painful to you, but it won’t be like that for long. Just let your body flow with it,” you tell her. She nods hesitantly and leans against you, staring into your eyes as she does. “Just let me know when it’s too much for you, okay?”

“…I will…”

After a minute, you slowly pull your fingers out of her until only your fingernails are enveloped by her flesh. Then you thrust them back in, taking your time to make sure she can familiarize herself. Confident that her body can take it, you begin pumping your fingers in an out, taking great care of not going too fast or hurting her insides. Futo’s moans become ragged with each thrust, and her eyes roll backward as the surge of pleasure rushes through her.

Her body twitches, and her toes curl inward as she’s reaching her orgasm. You increase the speed of your fingering, but still not too fast that it may end up hurting her more. She tries saying something but only gibberish words are coming out of her mouth. You silence her moans with a deep kiss and continue fingering her until she lets out a long, orgasmic scream. Her pussy contracts around your fingers and her cum gushes out of her hot tunnel as she rides her first orgasm. Your fingers remain inside her as she slumps into an afterglow, and only then you pull them out of her pussy.

“Mister Deion… that feeling just now…” Futo mutters in heavy breaths.

You kiss her generously. “That’s what people often call ‘the climax of their life’,” you tell her. “How do you feel, Futo? Does it feel good?”

“I… I don’t know,” Futo says, moaning happily as she returns the kiss. “But I feel so… great. It’s hard to describe with words, to be honest.” You turn her around and embrace her, holding her as close as you can. She’s become quiet, and for a while you think she has fallen asleep until her hand rests upon your crotch.

And that’s when she pulls away from you.

She stares at the bulge on your pants. Her eyes are telling you that this is also her first experience, and her fingers are too fidgety to reveal the secret. There’s no use turning back, as your own excitement has reached its limit, so you give her a nod. She gulps at first, unsure whether to proceed or not, but she braves herself and unbuckles your belt. Her hands shiver as she pulls down your pants and boxer short, and a look of amazement is painted on her eyes at the first sight of your manhood.

“It’s your first time seeing a man’s private part?” you ask.

“I’ve only read about it,” Futo says. “To actually be able to see it up close…” She takes your erection in her hands, and your brain almost shortcuts at the soft feeling of her hands wrapped around you. “But why is it so hard?”

You seriously don’t know how to answer her, but her “puppy eyes” stare is begging for an honest answer. You sigh; it just can’t be helped. “…Futo, a man will go through this state when he likes a woman, and-”

“Does that mean you like me?” she cuts you short.

“N-no, that’s not what I really meant,” you tell her. “What am I trying to tell you is-” Your words are cut off again due to the pleasure of having her hands firmly holding your erection. “Oh gods, Futo… that feels so incredible…” you mutter.

“Mister Deion.” Futo lets go off your erection and crawls up your body, until her eyes and yours are at the same level. “Do you like it when I wrap my fingers around your thing?” You can only nod; the idea of having a stranger pleasuring you is almost too much to bear. “Then how should I make you feel good, Mister Deion?”

Good god, this girl’s innocence is driving you nuts.

“A man likes it the most when a woman strokes his private part with her hands,” you answer. She returns to your erection and wraps her fingers around your erection, and she looks up at you as if awaiting instruction. “You slowly move your hands up and down,” you tell her. She seems hesitant, but she does what you told her and strokes your manhood. “You have to take it slow and easy, Futo. You must never rush it.”

She continues stroking your erection. Traces of pre-cum are flowing down your length and onto her hands, and she seems amazed by the development. She brings her head close to your manhood as to examine it; you can’t help smiling over her sheer curiosity at such sight. “It’s leaking…” she mutters almost to herself. “What should I do with it, Mister Deion?”

“Umm… try licking it clean?”

Her eyes widen in shock. “But that’s so unclean! I can’t imagine a woman doing such thing to a man,” she says in disgust.

“Well, you never know if you don’t try,” you tell her, almost challenging her into licking your cock clean. She stares at you, then back at your erection, then back at you. You shrug and tell her to go ahead. She hesitates once again, almost never wanting to give you oral at all, but she shakes her head and gives your cock a few timid licks. Your head almost bursts out at the sheer pleasure, and you almost want to shoot your load right away. You resist the temptation and allow Futo to admire the sight.

“I… I can’t believe I’m going to do this…” She takes a few deep breaths, and then…

Your eyes are blinded with white haze. You cannot describe this feeling, the pure, unadulterated pleasure of Futo’s virginal tongue wrapping around you. Her soft moans and warm breath as she moves her face up and down your length, her tongue diligently licking each drop of your cum, and words aren’t even enough to describe the surge of emotion that runs through your body. You can’t bring yourself to stop Futo, not when she has taken your entire length into her mouth, trying to swallow it down her throat. You close your eyes, almost hoping that it will never end, hoping that it will last for all the eternity.

Futo lets go off your twitching cock, finally allowing you to take some breath. She wipes off trails of saliva with her sleeves, before she takes your erection back in her mouth. She’s getting excited, and it doesn’t help that you can spot her love juices flowing from between her thighs. You pull her head from your crotch, just in time you hit orgasm, and you groan as your cock shoots sticky fluids onto her face and dress. Her eyes widen in surprise as streams of hot cum are splattered all over her but she doesn’t flinch or even budge.

“I… wow…” she mutters in amazement.

“I’m sorry, Futo, I didn’t manage to warn you about it,” you apologize.

She shakes her head. “It’s alright, Mister Deion. I think I can understand it now,” she says. She coops some semen off her face and licks it off her fingers with loud sucking sound. “I never thought this substance to taste this good.” She continues cleaning herself off, until she reaches the point she puts her hand on her bare pussy, and her expression suddenly turns gloomy. “Mister Deion… I feel so strange down here… do you feel the same down there, too?”

You can’t take this anymore. You pull her toward you, mashing your mouth against her in a deep, frenzied kiss. “I feel the same, too, Futo,” you murmur over her flushed face and start undressing her, leaving her nude and exposed to the elements.

“I… I…” Futo abruptly kisses you, and she thrusts her tongue past your lips and into your mouth as the wave of passion envelops her body. “Mister Deion… I don’t think I can take it anymore… please?” she pants.

You nod and kiss her as to sooth her. Then, placing your hands underneath her ass, you bring her off your lap and put her on the grass. You loom over her and guide yourself to her lower entrance. Even though you never actually enter her, the sheer moistness of her hot nether-lips is enough to bring you over the edge. “Futo, this is going to be your first time,” you tell her, “I want to know that you are ready for this. Do you trust me?”

She squirms when the tip of your erection brushes against her pussy. In spite of this, she manages to smile and kisses you. “Yes, I’m ready for this… I trust you.” You take a few deep breaths, and very gently, you push against the slit of her pussy. Futo makes a few quiet noises as the tip works its way inside. You adjust yourself and push in deeper, slowly filling her until you reach the wall of her virginity. A pained moan leaves her mouth when you touch against the barrier.

“This will only hurt for a bit,” you tell her. She nods and bites her lower lip in preparation. You put a little pressure on her hymen, her face contorting in pain as it gives way. A sharp intake of breath is heard from her as the wall is torn down and your cock fully embeds itself within her. Her arms wrap around your back in tandem with a loud sigh of relief. You return her embrace, slipping your arms into the space between her back and the grass as her wet hole tightly clenches round your hard length.

“It feels so… different,” she whispers to you. “But… it’s so good…” Smiling to Futo, you lightly kiss her reddened cheek, and you tighten your grip on her body as you grind against her sloppy cunt. A content moan escapes her as you push in until you hit the edge of her womb. “…more, please,” she pleads. You’re all too eager to give everything you have to her, to be able to love the body of an untouched woman.

You draw back slightly and thrust into her virginal body. A loud slap of flesh, followed by a moan of pleasure, echoes across the backyard. Futo arches her back, bringing her breasts forward. You lap and suck on her nipples, moving back and forth between them, leaving bite marks along the way. “Yes, yes… more,” she moans out. Your hands slide up and down her back and support her body as you continue feasting upon her breasts. Her body shudders and convulses at the combined assault of your wet tongue and hard shaft. Her legs wrap around your lower waist while you pump your cock into her; with each stroke, her pussy contracts around you and her breathing grows heavier.

“Mister Deion I… I think I’m going to…” she calls out between breaths.

You kiss her forehead briefly. “I know,” you reply, returning to her chest afterward. You’re getting close to the breaking point yourself, your manhood twitching and throbbing inside of her warm snatch. A loud scream of pleasure rings out from Futo as her orgasm passes through her, and your own shout follows shortly after, your cock shooting its load into her womb. She clings to you for time being as her pussy seems to suck and drain the semen from your body.

You collapse on top of Futo, your head still reeling from the orgasm both you and her went through. Her warm breath caresses your face as her legs slip from your waist, and she smiles wearily as you lean down and kiss her. You pull out of her cunt, reluctant to leave the comfortable warmth of her insides at first, but you’re content with lying on your side and holding Futo in a post-coital embrace. Her delicate face as she stares lovingly at you is enough indication that she’s thoroughly pleasured, and she sighs in pleasure as she nuzzles her face up against your chest.

“Never before in my whole life would I feel this good,” she murmurs. “Thank you.”

“If you’re happy, then I’m happy,” you reply and tightens your arms around her.

She groans quietly and positions herself comfortably between your arms. “I like you, Mister Deion,” she utters.

“I know you do, Futo,” you reply, all while not showing your shocked reaction to the confession. “I know you do.” You rest your chin upon her head as drowsiness quickly sets in for both of you, your eyes struggling to remain open in the face of warm, fuzzy sleepiness. You don’t care if you end up sleeping outside, or if the girls have somehow managed to sniff out your ‘extra-marital affair’ with Futo.

All you know is your visit to the Dream Palace is going to be an experience you’ll never forget.

Inb4 “HOLY SHIT SCOOOOOOREEEEEEEE” No, really, writing this update almost drove me nuts and sleepless last night. I should take a break after this, but here it is, folks. Our misadventures continues with new desire to fulfil~
>> No. 27265
>>27261
Another very nice soft scene. Now I wonder if the girls are keeping themselves 'busy'. And I guess the Trio kept their 'borrowed' dresses from the time they snuck into the SDM and pretended to be part of the staff.
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Sata, Sata, porn writing stop! Porn writing stop!!

You return to the house, a sleeping Futo carried in your arms. You head to your room and put her on your bed, throwing the blanket over her as to cover her nudity. Giving her forehead a soft kiss, you leave her and head back to the kitchen, where Daiyousei is cleaning the dishes. “Oh, welcome back,” she greets you. “I thought you’d stay outside for a bit longer. Where’s Futo?”

“At my room, sleeping,” you tell her. You sit on the chair and fetch a glass of plain water to drink. “They’ve already left, haven’t they?”

“Oh, you have no idea how hard it was to convince them not to leave the house,” Daiyousei says. “All of them were vying to get to your first, especially Aya and Mima.” She, then, makes various body gestures that seem to you as if she’s mimicking the two mentioned persons. “Can you believe I actually had to bribe them with your vintages to make them stay?”

“Go figure, they’re always thirsty,” you shrug. “Daiyousei, can you look after Futo for a while? I… I think I need to take a walk.”

“Are you going to visit the girls? It’s Halloween, after all,” she says.

“Not a chance,” you reply. “With them coming all over me, I don’t think I have to walk very far to give them treats. Or tricks.” You finish the water and give Daiyousei a mouthful kiss. “By the way, Daiyousei, why were you staring at Futo’s butt?”

“She’s so cute, that’s why,” Daiyousei giggles.

“Whatever.”

You leave the safety of your home and head to an open patch of grass near the forest. You spot the silhouette of a girl leaning against one of the trees, and she looks like she’s holding an umbrella. Wait, can it be…

“Oh, hello mister winemaker!” Kogasa greets you as she approaches you. “I thought you wouldn’t show up at this time.”

“You’ve been waiting for me?” you ask.

“Why? Don’t you remember your debt with me?” she asks in faked dejection. You stare at her strangely due to the response, and she giggles shyly. “Sorry~ but I have something to ask you. Please be honest with me, okay?”

“Alright, of course I’ll be honest,” you reply, almost stepping backward when Kogasa tiptoes toward you. “What do you want to ask?”

She giggles. “To be honest, I wanted to visit you in my regular dress, but…”

“But?”

“Miss Mima told me I’d look better if I dressed up as a maid, so~” She spins on her foot, revealing all her quality as a girl who just wants to have fun with people. “Everyone’s been telling me that I look cute in it, so yeah!” She stops spinning and looks up at you, smiling. “Do I look cute, mister winemaker?”

You hug her. “No, Kogasa, you look lovely,” you tell her. At once she sags in your embrace, and you can hear her happy sigh as she wraps her arms about you. “Jeez, I should really not get too attached to you or anyone else,” you utter.

“But that’s why I like you,” she says. “You’re really nice to everyone, but especially to me. Even when I surprised to so many times, you never got angry at me.”

You loosen your arms as you stare down at her. Her eyes become half-closed and then close shut, as her lips part invitingly, as if waiting for a kiss. You take a deep breath and claim her lips, and she sighs happily into your mouth as she accepts the kiss. You tighten the embrace, almost lifting her off the ground, then you move to the nearest tree and pin her against the trunk as you continue ravaging her mouth. She hooks her legs around you, and you can feel the damp moistness setting in on her pussy as she rubs herself against you.

“Please take me!” she moans.

Pulling her drenched panties aside, you unzip your pants and guide your now-erect penis to her pussy. You slowly push yourself up, groaning when her inner walls clench around you almost instantaneously. Kogasa moans loudly as you’re filling her up to the hilt, and she wraps her arms and legs around you along with a lustful sigh. You thrust your hips upward, stroking her warm tunnel with your pulsing manhood. Kogasa cries out with each push you make, and her body bounces each time your hips connect. She sinks her teeth into your shoulder, trying to muffle her voice as her moans get louder and out of control. You increase the speed of your pumping, almost shaking the tree as you press Kogasa onto the trunk.

Kogasa suddenly stiffens, and muffles her cries as she hits her orgasm. You pump in and out of her a few more times before you climax, and your body shakes violently as you come deep inside her. You slowly pull out of her cunt, and lower Kogasa to the floor. She closes her eyes, letting out a tired but satisfied sigh. You fall flat on your ass and lean against the tree, too tired to even get up, and you don’t even notice Kogasa’s lithe figure pressing against you as she sits upon your lap.

“Thanks, mister winemaker,” Kogasa says and kisses you lightly. She puts your limp cock inside your pants and zips it back. “There. Now you’re back to your normal self,” she says and pulls you back to your foot. “Come on, I’ll bring you home. Don’t want to keep your precious wife waiting.”

“Ahem.”

Both of you turn to the left. Your face instantly turns pale, and you’re very certain Kogasa shares the same expression. Your “maid” guests are looking at you with their hands pressed against their crotch (or in the three fairies’ case, slipped underneath their skirt). Only Mima remains unbothered, although you doubt she’s been keeping herself calm.

“Look what you’ve done, winemaker boy. You’ve made all of us here horny,” Mima tells you.

“I thought you’re already leaving!” you bark at them.

“Now, now, winemaker boy, it’s very rude to say no to the girls’,” Mima says while wagging her finger at your face. “And to think that you’d let Kogasa have her way with you before anyone of us did, you need to get punished.” She waves her hand, and in an instant you and the girls are teleported back into the greenhouse. You try making your escape, only to be bound to the ground by invisible strings. Mima sits atop of you, the upper half of her maid uniform missing, exposing her voluptuous breasts to the cold night. “And did I ever forget to mention that I’m hot and bothered, too~?” Mima asks and licks her lips hungrily.

“It would be nice if we do this on another day, wouldn’t it?” you ask.

“Oh, no~ do you think we’d let go off you that easily? Not after we saw you and the cute umbrella made love to each other?” Mima asks. “Girls, what do you say if we ask him to do us like how he did her?”

“Who’s going to be first?” Aya asks.

“I’m first!” Shizuha proclaims.

“Us! Us!” the three fairies answer.

“Back off, everyone, he stills owes me donation,” Reimu says.

Mima giggles seductively and starts undressing herself. “Well, mister winemaker, do you think you can guide us through the ocean of love tonight~?”

Oh, gods. Somebody please help…
>> No. 27321
>>27320
What are you doing sata? Write more porn.
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>>27322
And with that, I'm taking a few days break from /at/ while I focus on updating LSL and Stardust. Any feedback and/or suggestion on our upcoming trip to the Dream Palace will be very appreciated.

Also, more Futo.
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>>27322
Welp, I was supposed to delete this post as I was going to repost the bathroom scene with edited content, but I lost the password. So here it is.

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What have you gotten into?

You can only stare straight into the glass ceiling, your entire body stiff and sore. What, at first, was supposed to be a peaceful night turned into a sleepless frenzy as the ‘maids’ attacked you out passion, demanding that you treat them like how you treated Kogasa. It was a good thing you had brought Futo to your room early on, or the poor girl would have been dragged into the unwanted affair and bear witness to the girls passionately giving themselves to you.

You break free off Shizuha and Kogasa’s embrace and put your clothes back on. You silently tiptoe toward the door, stepping over their naked body as the girls sleep all around the floor. This is all becoming too familiar; having sex with your partner (or partners, in this case) and then having the romp last all the way to dawn break. You just hope Aya doesn’t write an article about this event and distribute it around Gensokyo; the last thing you want to have is Yuuka and Hina demanding for explanation about the entire thing (or doing something even worse.)

“Good mor- Mister Deion! What happened to you?” Futo asks as you stumble across her.

Ah, what a coincidence, because your legs decide to give up. You stumble forward and fall onto Futo, barely having enough strength to cling onto her. “Ah, Futo, don’t worry about me,” you dismiss while trying in vain to stand up.

“She just left a while ago,” Futo answers. “But please forget about it! Are you sure you’re alright?” You pay no attention to her as you slowly drop onto your knees, though you still manage to hold onto Futo. “Mister Deion! What’s the matter with you?” she asks.

You want to resist the urge to pass out, but you hold on. “It’s terrible, Futo,” you mutter. “Very, very terrible. I don’t think you want to know what happened.”

Daiyousei shows up seconds later, and she quickly instructs Futo to take you to the upstairs. Both girls bring you to the bed, and your spine and joints crackle as you fall into the soft mattress, followed with a loud grunt of relief. “Thanks, both of you,” you say. “But I think I’ll be fine after this.”

“Are… are you sure you’re alright? You can postpone your trip if you want to,” Futo tells you.

The visit to the Dream Palace, you’ve almost forgotten about it. “Even if I insist, I don’t think I have the strength I need for the demonstration,” you tell her. “Sorry for dragging you into this trouble, Futo. Man, I feel so miserable for doing this…”

You feel your body being flipped so that your back is facing upward. “Sore, ached body? I think I know the right remedy,” Daiyousei says and presses her knuckle against your backline. You groan in yet another relief as another crackling sound is heard. “Futo, help me with the legs, please.”

“A-alright.” Futo sits beside you and starts messaging your legs. You shudder when she applies light pressure against the back of your knee, and you groan as you feel your joints snap. “Mister Deion, are you sure you’re alright?”

“I just need that,” you answer. You groan once more as Daiyousei pulls your arms backward, causing your shoulders to crackle. “Good god, Daiyousei… that feels nice.”

The two girls continue massaging your body and pulling your limbs. By the time the sun is halfway through the sky, you’re refreshed and you thank them as you sit up, no longer feeling sore. “Now you’re ready to work, but first,” Daiyousei says and kisses you briefly. “Shower time. You can’t just visit your customers when your body reeks of sex.” You stare at Daiyousei, and then at Futo. She starts blushing and looks away from you. “Oh, don’t be so silly. I wasn’t talking about Futo.”

“Oh.” You sigh. “But you’re right, I need to get a proper shower.” You fetch the towel and head to the bathroom. You undress and dip yourself into the tub, which is already filled with hot water. You close your eyes, trying to enjoy the peaceful moment, until your ears catches the sound of the door opened. You turn your head to the left, and…

“Oh, great.”

“Well, I didn’t say we’re finished with the massage, did I?” Daiyousei takes your hand and pulls you out of the tub, then pushes you onto the tiled floor.

“Why you drag her along?” you ask.

“Well, I figured that both of you need to take proper shower before you can go for the trip.” Daiyousei takes a handful of soap and rubs it on your back. “And don’t worry about your guests. I have… ushered them out of our home, if you like.” Thank goodness. You don’t want to imagine the possibilities of the girls storming in and demanding that you take them as well.

Daiyousei keeps rubbing the soap all over your body before she stands up. “Well, I’ve already taken my bath, so why don’t you take over, Futo?” she asks.

“B…but are you sure this is alright?” Futo asks timidly.

“Come on, dear, you’ve already had my consent,” Daiyousei tells her. She kisses Futo on the cheek and turns to you. “Dear, make sure you treat her well, alright~?”

You can’t help laughing. “And to think we seldom share bathroom every morning,” you say. Daiyousei giggles and gives you a mouthful kiss before she leaves. You wave to her before you look back at Futo. You haven’t realized it until now, but she’s wearing one of your shirts, which leaves her legs exposed for all eyes to see. “This is so messed up, to be honest. Daiyousei would surely laugh at us in amusement right now.”

“I’m sorry, Mister Deion,” Futo says and bows deeply. “I will take my leave immediately.”

“Futo, wait.” You grab her hand, stopping her from leaving. “I know your intention was to help me, and I appreciate that.”

“I…” She frowns, trying to avoid looking into your eyes. “When I saw you coming in tired, I was so worried that something happened to you. I thought the least I could do was to…”

You smile. “Come on now, Daiyousei left her job unfinished,” you tell her and give her untied hair a playful ruffle. “Besides, you’re my guest, so feel free to make yourself at home.”

She nods reluctantly. “I’m sorry again, Mister Deion,” she apologizes. She undresses herself, allowing the shirt to slip down her body. “I… I’ve never done this before,” she says while covering her modesty.

“I know, right?” You turn around, allowing Futo to examine your back. She kneels behind you and runs her hands along the spine. “I think you should start with my head first.” She nods and pours a bucketful of water over your head. She runs her fingers through your hair, rubbing and massaging your scalp. You stay still, allowing her to do her handiwork, occasionally shifting your body to give her more access.

“I’ll clean you from the front.” Futo move to your front and resumes her work. She’s so close that you think she may bump into your manhood anytime, and you have to be careful not to make any sudden movement. Despite your effort, you can’t help wanting to run your hand all over her delectable body, and the temptation is becoming dangerously unbearable.

Your body shudders. You look at her, and then trail your eyes down her arms. She has taken hold of your manhood, and is stroking it to erect state. Your words are stuck inside your throat, and all you can do is to throw your head backward as Futo tenderly cleans your cock. She bends down, and your eyes storm wide open as she wraps her mouth around you. You try pulling her from you, but she presses herself against you, not wanting to let you go as she begins sucking you. You want her to stop, but at the same time you’re clouded with the pleasure of her tongue and mouth engulfed around you.

You groan, try holding yourself for a bit longer, hoping that she’ll let you go before you lose control. Eventually, it’s becoming too much for you, so you grab her hair and pull head her up, finding release at the same time. Your mind becomes hazy as you shoot your load onto her face and naked chest, emptying yourself to the last drop.

“I’m sorry, Futo,” you apologize.

Futo shakes her head. “No, it’s alright.” She crawls up your body, bringing her face down she’s an inch away from yours. With both hands holding both sides of your head, she kisses you, pressing her nude form against your body. You whisk your tongue inside her mouth, rousing her to return the tongue play. She moans as you fondle her upturned breasts and hisses as you pinch and roll her nipples. You roll her over and grab her hips as you position yourself at her lower lips. Slowly you push yourself all the way in, and she cries loudly as you’re filling her up to the hilt. You kiss her once more and start moving in and out of her, as she moans passionately underneath you. After a couple more thrusts you ram onto her hips and shoot your load into her womb, triggering her intense orgasm. Both of you stay still on the marble floor, holding each other as the afterglow slowly fades.

“We better finish our shower,” you murmur. You withdraw from her warm snatch and pull her back to her feet.

The rest of the session goes without a hitch, though, and both of you are refreshed and ready to take on the day. Donning the best getup you can find, you invite Futo to breakfast. You ask her more on travelling to Shinkai, and she repeats herself about using cracks as method of transportation. You don’t want to ask her further and decide to finish the breakfast.

“Mister Deion?”

You look up at Futo. “Yes, Futo? What is it?”

She smiles, an honest-to-goodness that does nothing but warming your heart. “I know I’m not as good in treating you as Miss Daiyousei is, but please take care of me from now on,” she says.

You can’t help smiling. Maybe visiting the Dream Palace isn’t a bad idea after all…
>> No. 27850
>>27847
Could report it and go for the reason of "Can't delete that post Lost the password" and they'd get rid of it for you.

Still nice work as always
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>>27850
Alright, thanks.

Also, short update is short. Sorry, no delicious quality time with the girls yet, though that may change in future updates.

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You didn’t expect your trip to another so-called ‘pocket dimension’ would be this easy, since the last time you visited another ‘dimension’ you ended up having to perform ‘energy transfer’ to your escort. Fortunately for this particular trip, you didn’t end up blacking out or facing other mishaps and you’re also lucky to have Futo as tour guide along the journey.

“Is there something wrong, Mister Deion?” Futo asks as she notices you looking around.

“My first impression about Shinkai was that it’s dark, secluded and very alien to outsiders,” you tell her. “How literally wrong I am right now.”

“I know, right?” Futo giggles. “Only five of us live here. Myself, Lord Miko, Tojiko, Seiga and Yoshika. We do occasionally get visitors, but most of them don’t stay for very long.”

You close your eyes as to let the gentle breeze of the land caress your face. Then you open your eyes and throw your sight at the farthest landmark you can see. It certainly feels very different from your stay in Makai, but you think you can adapt to this new environment. You can imagine opening a branch shop in this region, complete with vineyard and winery; it’s not going to be easy supervising two wineries at the same time, but you can rely on Futo and her friends to help you.

You’re brought back to reality when Futo pulls your hand and walks down the path that leads to a building. “Come, I’ll introduce you to Lord Miko,” she says. After a few minutes walking, both of you arrive at the entrance door, and you can’t help whistling over its majestic design.

“Is that you, Futo?”

Once again, your attention is distracted by a voice greeting you. You look up front and see two individuals walking at your direction. “Tojiko! Lord Miko!” Futo lets go off your hand as she greets them. “I was going to see both of you after this! Where are you going?”

“Taking a walk at the lake garden,” the girl with weirdly-shaped hair answers.

“Oh, good! I was hoping that I could introduce you to Mister Deion.” Futo returns to you and asks that you approach them. “Lord Miko, Tojiko, I’d like you to meet Mister Deion.”

You bow. “Pleased to meet you, ladies,” you speak. “I assume you’ve been informed about my presence prior to today, yes?” An awkward, unnerving, silence takes over as they stare at you, head tilted as if they were never informed.

“Are you, by any chance, an acquaintance to Lady Yukari?” the girl with weirdly-shaped hair asks.

“That would be me, yes,” you answer. Somehow, hearing someone addressing Yukari as ‘lady’ is hilarious, if not unsettling.

“Ah, so it is you,” she replies and bows to you. “I’m Toyosatomimi no Miko. I welcome you to the Dream Palace. Mister Deion, isn’t it? Yes, yes, you’re the renowned winemaker Lady Yukari had told me.”

“Futo, you didn’t come home for a couple of days,” the girl next to Miko says. “Where have you been?”

“I stayed at his place,” Futo answers. Both Miko and her partner fall silent, and you can actually taste the awkward silence between them as they stare at Futo. “What? It was you who suggested that I went to Gensokyo in the first, wasn’t it?”

Miko coughs once. “I hope she didn’t cause you many troubles, Mister Deion,” she says.

“Oh, no, she didn’t. In fact, I enjoyed her stay very much,” you answer.

“I even had the chance to learn from him about winemaking, too,” Futo says and holds your hand tightly. “It’s fun! You should come over to his place, Tojiko, Lord Miko.”

Miko stares at you for a long time; then she looks away from you. “I… I envy you,” she murmurs. You’re slightly worried when you notice her face blushing furiously. “To be able to fulfil one’s desire without having to listen to it…”

You turn to Futo. “Did I… do anything?”

Futo smiles. “It’s kind of difficult to explain, but she can read a person’s desire,” she explains. “She might have read your desire, so…”

You don’t think you want to know the mechanics behind reading desire, so you leave it at that. “One thing, though,” you utter. “Why are you holding my hand?”

“Why? Don’t you like it when I hold your hand?” Futo asks. This causes Miko to blush even more furiously, and her partner’s jaw to drop open. This is getting unsettling, not to mention Futo is now clenching your hand even tighter, almost as if she wants to show her affection in front of her friends.

“The problem is that you’re doing it in front of your friends,” you tell her.

“At least I didn’t tell them we did that,” Futo replies.

“You did what?!” The girl named Tojiko charges at Futo and proceeds to pinch her cheeks. “You naughty girl, you! I never thought you’d be this indecent!”

You don’t want to get involved in their argument and focus your attention to Miko. “Well, I don’t think you should apology for sending Futo over to my place,” you say. “Though I did have to remind her she wasn’t supposed to throw paper charms at somebody else’s face.”

“Oh, that? You may have to ask Seiga about it,” Miko tells you. “Mister Deion, since we’re going out for a walk, would you come with us?”

“I’d like to.” You extend your hand to her. “A sign of affection and respect to my customer, if you’re wondering.”

She chuckles. “Oh, my… making a move on me already,” she says and takes your hand. “I wonder if you have tricks up your sleeves to impress this honourable customer of yours.”

“We can talk about it, if you like,” you reply. “So, shall we go?”
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>>At least I didn’t tell them we did that

I laughed and instantly wondered if she did that on purpose or really is that naive.
>> No. 28090
>>27320
>>27847

Gah!!!

SATA! I demand you to write the Halloween Night orgy now!

Well, no. Not really. But I would really appreciate you write it because that scene is such a tease.
>> No. 28399
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>>28090
Am I such a horrible tease? I'm so sorry ;_;orz. But really, I'll find some time to write the scene because, yeah, Anon asked for it(?).

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You’re learning about these folks. From what you can gather, Miko is a light drinker and only can tolerate a few shots of alcohol before passing out. Tojiko, on the other hand, isn’t very shy about showing off her drinking aptitude, though she admits both of them pale in comparison to Seiga, the heaviest drinker among them. You’re interested in this Seiga person, though your mind slightly has a moment of doubt when you remember Yukari mentioning about ‘the wicked hermit and the undead’.

“Say, Crown Princess, won’t you try reading his desire for a while?” Tojiko asks.

“Is this a ritual or something?” you ask.

“Not really, but since you’re new to us, I thought she could use put her ability to good use,” Tojiko answers.

Miko glowers at her partner, as if she’s not buying the explanation. “Seriously, Tojiko, one should use her ability only when it’s required to,” she says.

“Before Seiga shows up and starts harassing our guest, we better do it quickly.” You turn back to Tojiko and ask for an explanation. “You don’t want to know what she’d do to regular humans she stumbles across,” she tells you.

Miko sighs and fixes her headgear, which looks suspiciously like a pair of headphones. “Alright, but I’ll do this once. If you want me to do it again, we’ll have to do it formally.” She motions at you to approach the bench and sits with her. You oblige, and wait anxiously as she fixes the headphones.

“…Lord Miko and Crown Princess?” you try to strike a conversation.

“They just want to be polite with me, I don’t blame them,” Miko says. She smiles and puts her hands on both sides of your face, and your heart slightly skips when she rests her forehead upon yours. “Rest assured. This is all but one of many techniques I devised to read people’s desires. It will not take very long.”

You just nod and stay still, as she closes her eyes and moves closer until her nose is rubbing yours. You’re not sure whether this is a deliberate action, but you trust her to let her read your desire. After a minute, she pulls away from you, her smile turning sour. “You seem to be in trouble.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your desire is to make all your customers happy,” Miko says. “And yet… you aren’t very content with the outcome. It’s like you want to treat everyone equally and not wanting to hurt their feeling, despite how you feel toward them. Am I right?”

“You got most of the answers right,” you reply.

“I wish to talk to you in private, so I can understand better about you and your profession,” Miko continues. “But please, answer this question honestly. Futo seems to be very happy with you. May I ask why?”

You scratch the back of your head. “It’s kind of difficult to explain, really,” you answer. “To be honest, she was my customer, and I was obliged to treat her until she was satisfied.” You notice at the corner of your eyes Futo shyly smiling. Even without having your desire read, Miko would probably have seen it coming anyway.

“I see.” Miko smiles again. “Tojiko, would you accompany Mister Deion for a while? I have an important matter to discuss with Futo.”

“Do I have to wait?” you ask.

“If you don’t mind waiting until lunch, that is,” Miko answers. “It’s between Futo and I, and I wish to be left undisturbed.”

“Please don’t worry too much, Mister Deion! It’s just a private talk between two girls,” Futo tells you.

“Alright. I’ll see you later.” You bid them farewell and turn your attention to Tojiko. “So what now?”

“You tell me,” Tojiko says nonchalantly. “But seriously, did you do something to make Futo really cheerful today?”

“And here I thought you were accusing Futo of being indecent,” you answer. You’re reluctant to tell her that you and Futo had sex, not once but twice, and you’re not telling her any as you’re a steadfast believer to the code of not sharing sex stories with strangers. “Is there a problem with Futo being happy?”

Tojiko shrugs. “I don’t mind seeing her happy and stuffs. In fact, she’s never been happier before today,” she speaks. “I just find it highly suspicious that she becomes attached to you that quickly.”

You suspect she’s envious of her partner’s luck, so you ask the ‘million-dollar’ question. “Let me guess: you are jealous, am I right?”

“What? Me, jealous? Excuse me, never in my entire life would I be jealous of my own friend,” Tojiko stammers.

You, then, see something happening before your eyes: her ghostly legs suddenly gaining physical shapes. You point at her legs, in which she merely sighs at what has happened. “Is there something wrong?” you ask.

“I don’t consciously have any thought about my legs,” she explains. “My legs don’t naturally hold substance, so whenever I get too excited or nervous, they change shape. What you see is what their current state is.” You’re reminded of Mima and her ghostly appendage; in her case, usually, she can deliberately give them physical appearance with real-life texture. You wonder if the same thing that applies to Mima also applies to Tojiko.

She sits next to you and lifts her skirt a bit, allowing you to examine her limbs. “Just because I let you examine them doesn’t mean I’d allow you to touch them,” she tells you.

“I have to say,” you say and slowly run your finger along the upper side of her calf. “This is almost too beautiful to be real. So unnatural, in fact.” A soft, pleasant gasp escapes her mouth as you lightly prod the backside of her knee. “And very sensitive, too.”

“…please, anywhere but down there,” Tojiko murmurs.

“Sorry,” you apologize.

“It can’t be helped. You’ve touched my legs.” Tojiko drags her skirt upward, exposing more of her delectable legs for view. Is it you, or is she actually presenting herself to you? “I want you to touch me more,” she murmurs, her face blushing brightly. You almost salivate at the sight of her thighs, and you have to resist the urge to pounce at her right away. Doing what you always deem right, you wrap your arms about her waist, hauling her up so that her back rests against your chest.

“You’d better wear short shorts,” you joke.

Tojiko trembles as you brush your lips on her nape. “Why?” She giggles as you lightly nip at her neck, and moans again as you run your tongue along the crook. “I’m already comfortable in this dress, but if you insist, I can wear it for you.”

You continue stroking her legs, taking your time in running your finger along her skin. You slip your hands up to her chest and unfasten the strings that are keeping her shirt in place. Pulling her shirt down her chest, you fondle her upturned breasts and nibble her exposed shoulders. Her otherworldly scent is arousing, and you find yourself having a hard time keeping your erection in check, especially when she starts grinding against your crotch.

“Mister Deion…” she murmurs.

You stop feasting upon her neck and shoulders, and stare at her half-closed eyelids. “Yes, Tojiko? What is it?” you ask.

“Will you make me feel good?” she asks.

“Are you sure, Tojiko?” you reply, slightly surprised by the request. “But why?”

She closes her eyes. “I want to…” she utters in husky voice. “…please?” With her pleading to you like this, and her lips now parted invitingly, how can you possibly say no to her?

You bring your face down, and your lips meet hers as you kiss her. You feel her mouth forming a smile as she accepts the kiss, and she automatically hooks her arm over your head as the kiss deepens. You ravish her mouth, thrusting your tongue past her lips and taunting her. Not wanting to get outdone, Tojiko returns the tongue play, and both of you moan passionately into each other’s mouth as the kisses grow frenzy and wetter. You don’t care if you’re making out with a ghost; she wants to feel good, and you will make her feel good.

You let go off her swollen lips and turn her around, lifting her skirt and removing her wet panties. You stare at her, as if asking for permission, and she gives you a nod even as she starts undoing your pants. Groaning slightly at the pleasure of having your erection freed and being held in her hand, you lift her hips and, with a deep breath, slowly lower her onto your manhood. Her back arches, and her mouth gapes open as you’re inching your way into her pussy.

“Oh, yes… that feels good,” Tojiko murmurs as you’ve fully filled her. She kisses you briefly and wraps her arms and legs around you. “Please continue. Make me feel pleasured again.”

You move her up and down your manhood, stroking every inch of her warm tunnel with your penis. Tojiko gasps with each motion, her breasts bouncing in rhythm with the movement of your hips. You feel her pussy tightening around you, a sign that she’s close to hitting her orgasm. You pump in and out of her a few more times before she screams loudly, her hips bucking wildly against you as she comes. You lean down and muffle her mouth with a kiss, and with a deep growl you find release inside her.

You fall flat on the bench, holding Tojiko in a tangled mess of post-coital embrace. Her naked breasts rub against your chest as she collapses on top of you, panting after coming down from her climax. “I don’t think I should make a move on Miko’s consorts without her consent,” you utter.

Tojiko giggles. “You’re right; I should give the privilege to her first,” she says. You pull out of her, your limp cock making a slick noise as it leaves the warmth of her pussy, and adjust your position on the bench so that Tojiko can rest on top of you. “By the way, Mister Deion, I think I know why Futo’s very fond of you.” She kisses you briefly. “You’re a great lover.”

You’ve heard that compliment too many times, and you kind of grow tired with it.
>> No. 28415
>You’ve heard that compliment too many times, and you kind of grow tired with it.

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But seriously nice update
>> No. 28429
>>28399
>Am I such a horrible tease?
Why yes. Yes you are. >>28090's not the only one who wants to read that scene. ;_;

But more importantly, an update! Huzzah!
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>>28415
>>28429
Thank you~

This is supposed to be the Halloween Night Orgy scene I promised, but then I had an inspiration after finding this picture. So behold~! Split into two parts due to size.

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“Thank you. I owe you for letting me stay at your home.”

Yamame smiles. “If it wasn’t for Yuugi finding you in the streets, you would’ve been dragged by the Onis to an endless party,” she says.

You can’t help chuckling. “I wouldn’t mind partying with the residents of former Hell all day long,” you mutter. You take a slow sip of the hot cocoa. “But at least I don’t have to spend the rest of my trip getting stuck at Chireiden.”

“Ah, yes, you’re on a business trip,” Yamame nods knowingly. “I know it’s not polite to barge into someone’s affair, but you look like you’ve just had the worst hangover yet. Did something happen to you at Chireiden?”

“Well, I…” You scratch the back of your head. You’re reluctant to share the story of you and the Komeiji sisters having hot threesome sex (and you ending up beaten up and exhausted), and you don’t want to bother your Good Samaritan, either. “I was just tired. Having to negotiate with Satori is one thing, but having to play with her younger sister is another.” You wince; you’re still feeling sore all over your body, not to mention various marks the siblings had left upon you, proof of the scandalous affair between you and them.

“It must be very tiring, isn’t it?” Yamame says. You just nod and continue drinking the beverage, but ultimately you’re forced to put down the mug as your head starts aching. “Oh, dear. You really need to get enough rest,” she voices her concern.

“No, no, I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” you reply. An ear-splitting screech pierces through your skull, and for a while you think your head is going to burst apart. The next thing you’re aware is that your vision turns black, followed by the sound of your body crashing on the floor. You don’t know what happens next, but by the time you’ve regained consciousness you find yourself lying flat on the floor, your head rested upon Yamame’s warm lap.

“Thank God, I thought you’re going to die for real.” She rubs her chest, breathing out in relief. “You almost freaked me out, you know. Thank God Orin didn’t know about this, because she would’ve come by and taken your body to the furnace.”

“I was?” You can’t help grinning like a fool. “Sorry. I guess I should be more honest with you the next time.”

“And you better be,” she replies. “Well, you’re going to have to explain sooner or later, but for now you need to get a good sleep.” You stare up at her face, completely mesmerized by that honest-to-goodness smile that decorates her delicate face. “Yes? Is there something on my face?” she asks, her head lovingly tilted to the left.

“No, nothing,” you reply. You’re about to speak more when her soft finger shushes you, and before long you fall into a deep, yet otherwise relaxing, slumber as she starts humming a lullaby.

-x-x-x-x-

You’ve woke up, feeling refreshed after having asleep for God-knows-how-long-it-is, and thanks to Yamame’s hospitality you were able to enjoy a peaceful sleep throughout the night. You throw your sight out of the window, realizing that it’s already morning. You can barely tell, since the lack of natural sunlight makes it difficult to correctly tell time, but your internal clock is assuring you that it’s morning.

You look all over yourself. You realize that you’re wearing pyjamas instead of your connoisseur attire. Your brain is in a mishap as you’re trying to find a rationale explanation, until you turn your sight to the left. There’s a pile of clothing put on the table, and on the clothes is a note. You pick it up and read its content. “I’m sorry for changing your clothes without waking you up first, but they reeked of sex and needed to be washed. I hope I didn’t intrude your privacy much.” It’s from Yamame, and you can tell the honesty she was trying to convey in the handwriting.

Wait a minute. Did she just say ‘reeked of sex’?

Your face turns pale. Oh dear, that means she must have found out about the threesome you and the sisters had. It takes a few minutes before you can knock that thought out of your head, having to slap yourself in the face many times to assure you she didn’t have a wrong impression. You sigh; you better take a shower and wear something more comfortable before you can begin the day.

You head to the kitchen. The smell of fried egg and toast opens up your appetite, and you can’t wait to have them. “Good morning, sir. I hope you’ve had a good sleep,” Yamame greets you as she’s preparing the meal. “Have you taken your bath?”

“Yeah, I have,” you reply. “Thanks for these clothes. They fit me better than the robe I wore last night. Though I look awfully like an Oni in this getup.”

“You have to thank Yuugi for that,” she says. “She came by as soon as she heard the news of you passing out. Oh, about your clothes…”

“Yeah, I got the note,” you tell her.

“I’m sorry for removing them without your permission,” she apologizes. “But nobody would go to sleep in their smelly clothes, right?”

“I’m fine with it, you don’t have to worry about it,” you assure.

Yamame sits down at the opposite side of the table. “Are you going somewhere today? Or are you returning to the surface after this?” she asks.

“Well, I still have one day left before I have to go up there,” you answer. “Why? Do you need someone to help you?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” she says. “I need to clear the storeroom and throw away some junks – maybe selling them for extra cash. If you don’t mind, would you like to help me?”

You’ve finished your breakfast. “I don’t really have any plan today, and I don’t want to be a burden to my host. But why me? I thought you could’ve asked Yuugi to do the favour.”

“Well, who else can I rely on today?” she asks. “Anyway, I’ll be waiting at storeroom. Be there in ten minutes, okay? We need to get everything cleared before evening.” As she takes away the empty dishes, she flashes a coy smile at you, followed by her hip swaying in such motion that you’re left wondering if she’s leaving any hint.

-x-x-x-x-

You meet up with Yamame near the storeroom just outside the Kurodani Residence. She’s wearing black tank top and denim pants, both of which work well in highlighting her womanly curves. Added with her blonde hair, tied up in her favourite ponytail, she’s anything a man would die to have if it isn’t for the fact that she’s a youkai. Even you find yourself gazing at her body down to her shapely thighs, and you have to resist the urge to pounce at her right away.

She giggles, breaking you out of the stupor. “Come on, we need to get everything cleared and sorted out. Then we can decide on what to do with them.”

You clear your throat. “Alright, lead the way.” Both of you walk into the storeroom and begin the laborious work of clearing the room and taking all items outsides. There are several “close calls”, such as when she ‘accidentally’ brushes her hand on your back, or when you and Yamame have to squeeze through the tight space, causing her ass to rub against your crotch (and she to actually glance at you with an inviting look in her eyes). Have it not for the awkward situation you’re in, you would have made out with Yamame straight away in the storeroom.

Eventually you have the room cleared, and now you’re sorting the items between the salvageable and the unsalvageable. Most of them are old furniture, and some of them are broken beyond repair. There are also shoes, non-functional alarm clock, and electronic gadgets that you swear come from the fifties and sixties (where did she acquire these in the first place?). What intrigues you the most, however, is the vast amount of spider-related collections she has; from spider-eye badges to spider catalogues, every item you’ve found and sorted has spider theme with them. You even found a skin-tight suit of a certain comic book hero along with several paperback issues of the said hero.

“Oh, you’ve found them?” You turn to your right and notice Yamame standing next to you. “I can’t remember when I last stashed them in the storeroom.”

“Are you planning to throw these away, too?” you ask and pick up a mug with a spider caricature painted on it.

“What? No, they’re my precious belongings, why should I?” she protests.

“Because you don’t look like you’re going to need them,” you reply. When she pouts at you due to the remark, you realize you’ve just offended her, and quickly offer an apology. “May I offer you a glass of Merlot to compensate for the mistakes I did?”

Yamame gasps. “Oh, no, please don’t take my words too seriously,” she pleads.

“No, I insist.” You ask her to wait while you get your wine, and you return with a bottle of Merlot with two glasses. “Besides, you let me stayed here for a night, and you even lent me clothes to put on. This is the least I can do to return the deed.”

For a while, Yamame stands on her spot, seemingly unsure of how to react. Eventually, she giggles and accepts the glass, which you’ve filled with the wine. “I’ve almost forgotten. You were invited to Chireiden because you’re a winemaker,” she utters.

“The one and only,” you say. “Well, I suppose there are those who came before me, but I’m the only one – or so I was told – who’s willing to share my trick of trade with everyone.” You clank your glass with hers. “To you, my dear customer.”

“To you, too,” she replies, a faint hint of blush creeping along her lovely face.
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You spend the rest of the day sharing stories and interests with Yamame. You get to learn more about her deep-rooted love for arachnids (granted, she’s a Tsuchigumo, or spider youkai, but that’s only half of the story), and she gets to learn more about connoisseurs and their unique occupation. You also get to know another side of Yamame nobody has been exposed to: she aspired to be a certified spider researcher, and her vast spider collection is the solid proof. You can only wonder why she didn’t pursue her career and instead chose to live underground.

Eventually the conversation comes back to the night before. Yamame mentions that you were in bad shape and on the verge of breaking down before Yuugi pulled you out of the streets, but she adds that you blacked out as soon as you were brought in, and she had to pull the illness out of your body before it started consuming you. You feel sorry for her for having to go into troubles just to get you out of misery.

“There’s something I need you to know.” Yamame pauses, her fingers running around the rim of the glass. “If you don’t mind hearing the truth.”

You put down your wineglass. “I have no problem with people telling the truth,” you say. “Just let me know.”

She struggles to construct the words, but eventually she looks up at you. “I… I knew you had sex with Satori and her sister. The smell on your clothes was a giveaway” You stare at her, long enough to cause her to frown. “I’m sorry if I delved in your private space too much.”

You shrug. “Well, I accept your apology, and to be honest, I should tell you what we did back then, too.” You smile at her. “So that makes us even.”

She sighs in relief. “Thank goodness… I thought for sure you’d call me out for being a busybody. But really, how come you and they ended up…?”

“Well, there’s a saying that one must not hope for a goose to lay gold eggs,” you utter. “In my case, the said goose was overrunning me with buckets of eggs.” You scratch the back of your head. “What am I trying to say… is that they caught me red-handed.”

“So you had no choice but to fulfil their demand.” You nod. “And they wouldn’t let you go until they were fully satisfied.” You nod again. “How come you didn’t say ‘no’ to them? You know you could make them listen.”

“I wish, but I was in a no-go situation.” You throw your sight to the vast underground sky. “Maybe it was because I was too nice to them.” Yamame shushes you, like the time she silenced you before putting you into sleep, but instead of using her finger, she’s using her mouth. Your mind is blown away as she’s kissing you, deeply and tenderly. “Yamame, what are you…?” you ask in panting voice after the kiss breaks off.

“You have to make yourself say ‘no’, even though you know it’s going to hurt both of you,” Yamame utters, her breath warm and soothing on your face. “You can’t just go and tell every woman she can have sex with you. What if they were just using you to fulfil their gain?”

“Then what about you? Have you ever done that to your partner?” you ask.

“I… I never have one. Every human I come across avoids me because I’m a spider youkai that spreads disease.” You stare at her, noticing with worry a glint of guilt and loneliness in her eyes. “Well, I did have sex with some of them, but… you know female spiders will eat their partners once they mated, don’t you?”

You laugh. “Come on now. To hear all this nonsense from the one who’s making her move on me,” you utter. She looks up at you, her face showing a degree of shock like never before. “You think I didn’t know, what with you wearing tight clothes and rubbing yourself on me? I only resisted because it was not a good idea to have sex in that storeroom.” She turns away, trying so hard to hide her embarrassment it only makes you laugh harder. You suddenly feel sorry for teasing her, so you pull her into your arms and hold her in a tight embrace. As she lifts her head again, you claim her lips in a kiss, and you can feel her trying to pull away in resent before she gives in. “I don’t give a damn whether you’re a spider youkai or a disease-spreading omen,” you murmur over her mouth. “What I do know about you is this: you’re the loveliest, and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

You kiss her for the second time as you sweep her off her feet and walk into her house, carrying her bridal style. You head to her room, locking the door shut, and put her on the bed. Her arms are thrown upward as you push her onto her back, and you loom over her, removing a strand of hair from her face. “Has anyone made love to you before?” you ask.

She shakes her head. “Making love was never a part of my sex life,” she answers. “Whenever we had sex, we’d screw each other’s brain out of our head until I exhausted my partner.”

You lean down, claiming her parted lips as you kiss her generously. She moans appreciatively into your mouth, and gasps as you slip your hand underneath her tank top and massage her breasts. Her hands wrap around your neck, pulling you in as she returns the kiss passionately. Heaving panting voices are emancipated as both of you roll and suck each other’s tongue, trying to outdo one another. You break off the kisses and concentrate on removing her tank top, releasing her breasts into view.

“I want to hear it,” you murmur over her mouth.

“Love me…” she pleads. You look up at her, arching an eyebrow as if you want her to say it aloud. “Please make love to me! Oh, god, make me feel loved again!” She screams as your mouth devour her breasts, her body bucking underneath you as you feast upon her hardened nipples, licking and biting them to further excite her. You bring one hand to her waist and unfasten the buckle on her pants, tugging them and pulling them down her legs. You move away from her heaving chest and crawl down her body, planting kisses and licks along her torso, until your head’s rested between her shaking thighs. You press your nose against her crotch, separated by the thin fabric of her panties, and deeply inhale the arousing scent of her nether region.

“Yamame, can I?” She nods slowly. You nod back at her and tell her to relax, even as you slowly untie the strings that are keeping her underwear in place. She’s lightly trimmed, with tiny patch of hair just above her clit. “Thank you for the meal. I’m digging in.”

You dive in, pressing your mouth around her clit, flicking it with your tongue until it hardens into a tense nub. Yamame trashes about, her body trying to have a fix on you, and her screams become louder with each passing second. You continue eating her clit before switching target. There’s no need to hurry, as you leisurely run your tongue along her pussy, poking its insides with your tongue to further entice your lover.

“Ah! Oh! I’m going to…” Yamame pants.

“Then come,” you tell her. “Come for me. I’ll take it all.”

She convulses and suddenly lets out a head-splitting cry as she climaxes. Your face is splattered by her creamy cum that gushes out of her lower lips, though you remain undeterred as you feast yourself upon your prize. You lick her pussy clean and crawl up her trembling body; your face meets her, and you smile at her as you kiss her, filling her mouth with the tangy taste of her own sex. Yamame returns the kiss, her arms and legs wrapped around you as the two of you mould into a perfect dovetail contour.

“How does that feel?” you ask.

“It felt so good,” she murmurs dreamily.

You kiss her once more, pulling her hand from your back and entwining your fingers with hers. “I know, right?”

“Hey, mmm, how should I call you?” Yamame asks.

You smile. “For now, just call me ‘Mister Winemaker.”

“Mister Winemaker…? Please take me now,” she utters. You nod and pull yourself from her. You remove the robe and toss them off the bed. Your erection is freed, pulsing in need to be put inside her, and she’s staring intently at it. You sit down and allow her to take a close look on it. “Ohh… I never got to see this up close,” she coos.

You shiver as her fingers wrap around your manhood. “This can’t be your first, can it?”

She shakes her head. “It is my first,” she tells you. “I mean… to know that you’d somehow manage to get through the threesome… how long did you last?”

“Five rounds,” you answer.

“Wow! You must have quite a stamina.” She kisses the base of cock, and then brings her lips up and down the length, licking the white fluid that’s started flowing. “I can see why they were attracted to you.” As more and more pre-cum are flowing, she wraps her mouth around the tip of your cock and brings her head down your erection, deep-throating you. She lifts her head, and then brings it back down, repeating the motion while she’s moaning heavily through her nostrils.

“Good god, Yamame, you’re driving me nuts,” you groan. She speeds up her bopping motion, and after a few seconds you hit your orgasm, your hips rocking erratically as you find release inside Yamame’s mouth. She doesn’t let go off your cock, and keeps it firmly in her mouth as she swallows every drop of it. Finally she pulls away from your crotch, the sticky white fluid dripping off her lips and onto the mattress.

“That was a lot,” she giggles. She crawls up your body, pressing her lips against yours in a wet, slippery kiss. The kiss disengages a few seconds later, and both of you are panting as you stare into each other’s eyes lovingly. “I guess we can call it even, right?”

“I guess it is.” You kiss her once again and push her back into the bed. You spread her legs apart and position yourself at her lower entrance. “Yamame, do I have the permission?”

“Yes, you do,” she replies. “Fill me, take me, love me… I’m all yours, Mister Winemaker.”

Taking a deep breath, you push past her entrance gate, your cock filling her warm tunnel inch by inch. Her eyes widen, and she shouts in ecstasy as you’ve fully embedded inside her. You bend down, and as your lips lock, you begin moving in and out of her, stroking her inner walls, literally knocking her out of breath with each push. She starts grinding her hips against yours and cries out passionately, her breasts rubbing against your naked chest, further accelerating the lust you have for her.

You roll over, switching position so that she’s riding your cock. You hold her hips and move her up and down your manhood, withdrawing out and filling her up to the hilt. Her head is thrown backward, and her back arches as she experiences her second orgasm of the day; torrents of her love juice flow down your cock and onto your hips and the bed. You switch position again, making her stand on all fours as you pound her from behind. You bend down, your chest rubbing against her back as you continue pumping in and out of her. Your left hand snakes towards her clit and rubs it while your right hand squeeze her breast so hard you think you’re going to break her.

Both of you are now at the peak of your love-making. The speed of your hips pounding hers has reached its breaking point, and Yamame’s moans become ever increasingly enthusiastic. You turn her around and push her back onto the bed, and you hook her legs over your shoulders as you continue ravaging her thoroughly fucked hole. You feel your orgasm approaching, so before you find your release you lean down and seize her inviting lips, silencing her moans in a powerful, desperate kiss. At once Yamame arches underneath you, and her arms and legs are pulling you toward her as she climaxes for the third time. Your mind is hazed with total whiteness as you feel her inner muscles convulsing, and you let out a deep, guttural growl as you fill her aching womb with your seed, giving her all the love she so badly needs.

You collapse on top of your lover, your head resting comfortably in her bosom, gently pecking featherlike kisses in her cleavage. Yamame moans in pleasure and gently rub your back as both of you are coming down from the passionate dance of your life. “Wow…” she utters. “For the first time in my whole life…”

“What is it?” you ask.

“My limbs didn’t grow on my back,” she tells you. “And I didn’t even end up killing my partner, too.”

You slowly pull out of her, and roll onto your side, taking Yamame with you. “That’s good for you, isn’t it?”

She kisses you, moaning happily into your mouth. “Thank you, Mister Winemaker. I don’t think I’ve felt happier like this before,” she says. “And I want you to make love to me like today. Let’s do it again, okay?”

You smile and pull her into your arms. “We could do it all the way to tomorrow’s sunrise, but let’s call it a day, shall we?” You and Yamame fall asleep, but it only lasts for a while before someone knocks on the door.

“Oi, Yamame!! You in there?” Yuugi’s boisterous voice wakes both of you from your post-coital sleep. “We need to talk about these stuffs you put outside. Someone’s interested in buying them. You have a minute?”

“Should we go answer her?” you ask, reluctant to get off the bed.

“I don’t know,” she answers and kisses you briefly. “Let’s keep them waiting.”

-x-x-x-x-

Author’s note: for those who haven’t read the first thread, this scene takes place after our first threesome with Satori and Koishi. Too bad I didn’t come up with this earlier, because we would have gained a dedicated Argiope spider youkai waifu. But then again, if only the OP picture had appeared on the Internet earlier, I would have come up with this side story. Sue me.

Sorry, no kinky spiderweb plaything.
>> No. 28451
I frickin' love Yamame. She needs more love.
>> No. 28454
On one hand, we could have made Yamame waifu. On the other, that would meant not having Dai waifu... It's rather cruel to think what would be better, no?

...And now I'm thinking of a waifu battle (read: threesome with lot of dere).
>> No. 28455
>>28454
Who to say she won't pop up again in the future? That and at the moment Deion has a decent number of waifus with Daiwaifu being the main one.
>> No. 28633
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By the time you and Tojiko return from the lake garden, Miko and Futo have prepared the table for lunch at the courtyard. Your stomach’s grumbling, and after the brief love-making with Tojiko you’re feeling awfully hungry. “I was wondering why both of you are late,” Miko says as you join them.

“We were just having a walk, nothing very special,” Tojiko shrugs.

“Mister Deion, I’ve prepared the bottles and the decanting set for you,” Futo informs. “You promised to demonstrate us the art of wine tasting, didn’t you?”

You’re surprised to know that she’s prepared them for you. “I can’t tell you how grateful I am right now.” You find yourself being stared at by Miko and Tojiko, the former in some sort of envy and the latter in amusement. “Anyway, I have the kit ready, so why don’t we start the demonstration right away?” You ask your clients to take a seat while you uncork one of the bottles. Then you show them how to properly pour its content into the decanting jug, and ask them to hold their cups high as you prepare to fill them with wine. “I see you are not exactly heavy drinkers,” you utter.

“As I told you earlier, we don’t drink as much as people at the outside world do,” Miko says.

“That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t enjoy wine to all your heart’s content.” You sit beside Futo and fill your own glass. “Come. Let’s have a toast for this magnificent creation.”

“Miko!” Everyone turns to the direction of the sound and sees a woman walking into the courtyard. “Can I smell what Miko is cooking?” The newcomer’s attention is diverted towards you, and she immediately approaches you, draping her arms over you. “My~ what do we have here?” she asks.

“He’s our guest, Seiga,” Miko answers.

“A guest?” The woman looks back at you, thoroughly examining you from top to bottom. You’re slightly worried when she sensuously licks her lips. “Hmm… you look tough at the outside. I wonder if he’s tough on the inside, too~”

“Seiga, he’s a lover, not a fighter,” Tojiko says.

“Really?” She presses herself against your back, and you can actually feel her hardened nipples jutting out of her dress. “I’d like to see how much of a lover he is~” she purrs into your ear. Is she trying to make her advance on you right under everyone’s nose?

She suddenly jerks away from you and throws her glare at Tojiko. “Wait a minute. Tojiko, how do know he’s a lover?”

“I…” Tojiko cuts off her words, only because she’s hiding her embarrassment. “That has nothing to do with you, Seiga! Cut that off.”

“Seiga, if you don’t have anything urgent, please kindly leave,” Miko says.

“How rude~! I’m here to join you for lunch, Miko,” she huffs in annoyance. She takes her seat next to you, deliberately rubbing her arm against yours as she adjusts her posture. “So what’s cooking? I’m tired from having to “man-handle” Kasen and her antics,” she says while making air-quotes.

“Who’s Kasen?” you ask Futo.

“She’s Miss Seiga’s friend, but they’re not really close,” she answers.

“Oh, alright.” You stare at the woman, who in turn stares back at you. “Pleased to meet you, ma’am. The name is Deion, and winemaking is my profession.”

“My, we have ourselves a very interesting gentleman,” she utters. “My name is Seiga. I’m very pleased to meet you.”

-x-x-

You’ve finished your lunch. You help Futo washing the dishes while Miko, Tojiko and Seiga stay at the courtyard, apparently discussing about something. You’ve recently arrived at Shinkai, so you’re thinking to spend the evening getting familiar with this place. You have no idea what Miko and her consorts are going to do about you, though, but you hope none of them have anything very particular in mind.

“Tell me, Futo, is she always like that?” you ask.

“Seiga? Oh, don’t worry about her, she’s always acting like that,” Futo says. She follows you as you leave the kitchen and head somewhere in the palace. “Oh! Are you perhaps looking for restroom? Please follow me; we have prepared the accommodation for you,” she informs. You follow her lead, as she takes you for a quick tour around the palace. It takes a few minutes, but eventually you arrive at the guesthouse just to the south of the main building. “This will be your room,” she tells you. “Please let me know should your need arises, Mister Deion.”

“And here I was thinking to spend several nights somewhere else, but thanks.”

“It’s my pleasure,” she replies. “Oh, before I forget. Miko told me that I am responsible over your welfare during your stay, so if you don’t mind…” She pauses, only because she’s blushing very brightly. “Do you mind if I wash your body every time you take your shower?” she asks.

If it isn’t for the fact that you’re now at Shinkai, you would have ravished Futo and made love to her right away. Instead, you ask her to prepare the bathroom while you perform a checklist. “Alright. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”

You bid Futo farewell and walk into your room. You’re tired, your stomach’s full, and you want to take a quick nap before going for shower. You let yourself fall onto the futon and lie flat on your back, trying to get your body to shut down. Then, you feel something in your pocket, and take it out. It’s a note, and it reads:

“I like you, lover boy. How about you come over to my house this evening and enjoy tea with me together? ♥ Seiga ♥”

Lover boy? Already? You barely even know this woman.

-x-x-

You’ve taken your bath. With your accommodation settled, you inform Futo that you’re going out and will be back before dusk. You have to turn down her offer to accompany you, assuring her that you just want to enjoy the fresh air. You really don’t want her or anyone else to know that you’re paying Seiga a visit, and judging from the way she was making her move on you during lunch, you doubt they’d ever let you go after her.

After what seems to be thirty minutes of walking, finally you arrive. Compared to the grand structure that is the Dream Palace, Seiga’s house is as simple as you can imagine – apart from the signboard that advertises the place as “the one and only love shack~♥” complete with hearts and bubbles.

“Oh, my, you’re already here~” You turn to the direction of the voice and see Seiga walking out to the courtyard.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” you greet her, trying your best to be polite.

“You don’t have to be polite with me, lover boy, I won’t bite,” Seiga tells you. You suddenly feel an uneasy chill down your spine when she calls you ‘lover boy’. You’re not sure if coming here is a good idea. “Come inside. I’ve prepared tea for you.”

You’re not in the best position to argue her reason of inviting you, so you just heed her words and follow her to the guestroom. Your pace slows down, only because you’re distracted by Seiga wagging her ass oh-so-invitingly. Resisting the urge to grope her, you keep a safe distance from her. Both of you arrive at the guestroom, and Seiga stands near the door, waging her finger at you, her eyes staring seductively at you.

“Come here, lover boy~” she murmurs in commanding voice. You approach her, and as soon as the door behind you is closed Seiga presses herself against you, rubbing her chest and legs on you. “I’m so jealous of you. Knowing that you made Tojiko and Futo feel very fulfilled and satisfied, I wonder if you’re as good as they’d claimed.”

“I thought we’re going to have tea,” you say.

“Oh, we will have our tea, alright,” she purrs. “You know, lover boy, knowing that someone would visit Shinkai makes me very excited, but it also makes me feel very hot and bothered.” She pulls down her dress, presenting her delectable cleavage to your eyes. “I was wondering if you could help me… turn down the heat?

You can’t help laughing. “Well, I wish I know how, but I’ll try my best.”

“You better be.” She pulls your face towards her, and kisses you deeply. “I want you to make me feel sexy right here, right now, lover boy~”

How do we make love to Seiga, Anon?
[ ] Tenderly.
[ ] Passionately.
[ ] Sexily.
[ ] Kinkily.
[ ] Naughtily.

Sorry for the lack of proper interaction between MC and Seiga, but hey, who am I to complain. Next update will be written once I get enough votes to proceed.

>Waifu battle
Anon is impatient to establish a harem of waifus? Are you kidding me? I'm perfectly fine with that.
>> No. 28635
[x] Tenderly.

Because I think she's never experienced sex this way before.
>> No. 28651
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[X] Tenderly.

Deion's tender lovings know no boundaries.
>> No. 28652
[x]Naughtily

We've beend spreading tender love for too long. I think she should change our pace now that we have a stupid sexy woman who seems pretty okay with this.
>> No. 28655
[X] Kinkily.

I think it's time for something different.
>> No. 28656
>>28651
[x]Naughty

I can't help but think Seiga might set the pace for this one being such a sexy wicked hermit.
>> No. 28657
[X] Tenderly.
This will throw her for a loop, which will make things all the more satisfying.
>> No. 28660
[ ] Sexily.
[ ] Kinkily.
[ ] Naughtily.
>> No. 28662
>>28657

I cannot disagree with this logic.

[X]Tenderly.
>> No. 28675
>>28657
Exactly; I'm sure she's no stranger to all sorts of wild and/or rough sex but tender loving? that might be something she's never experienced.
>> No. 28678
[X] Naughtily.

Let's give that a try.
>> No. 28679
[X] Tenderly.

We have a reputation to maintain, damn it.
>> No. 28680
[x] Naughtily.

Ew, tender.
>> No. 28681
[x] Tenderly

I daresay Seiga might enjoy a gentle touch. For the novelty of it, if nothing else.
>> No. 28687
Alright, writing now.
>> No. 28728
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>>28687

[c] Give her some tender loving.
- [c] After that, let’s get wild~


The left side of your brain is telling you that you and Seiga should go for a wild, rough sex, the kind that will make her feel very sexy and satisfied. The right side of your brain, however, is telling you that you should make love to her the way it should be: tenderly, with a lot of emotional connection with your partner. With the way Seiga’s rubbing herself on you, not to mention you’re having a terrible hard-on, you know there’s only one solution to this problem.

“What’s the matter, lover boy?” Seiga asks.

“Oh, nothing at all.” Adjusting your footing, you have Seiga pinned on the wall, and you move in between her thighs. “I was thinking if I should do this instead.”

“Lover boy, what are you-” Her words are cut off as you seize her lips, kissing her tenderly and softly. You can tell she’s trying to pull away as her body stiffens, but you’re not about to let her go just yet. Your hands roam up and down her body, exploring every inch of her delectable features. Soon her body sags, and she begins to relax as she accepts the kiss.

“Bet you didn’t see that coming, huh?” you ask over her swollen lips.

“I didn’t,” she murmurs breathlessly. “But I have to ask why.”

“Well, you did ask me to turn down the heat,” you answer. “I figured that I should do so in the best way I can.” Placing your hands upon her shoulders, you pull her dress all the way down to her waist, releasing her hefty breasts from restriction. You take her nipples in your mouth, licking and nibbling them with eagerness. Seiga moans in pleasure, her arms cradling your head close to her. You switch from one side to another, taking turn in devouring the erect nub, and you bring your hand to her breasts, fondling them softly, timing your handiwork with your tongue work.

“Oh, god, that feels so good…” Seiga murmurs, moaning again as you lightly graze your teeth over her nipple. “More, lover boy… more, please…”

You let go off her lush breasts and bring your head up, seizing her lips once more in a kiss. “We should find somewhere more comfortable,” you utter.

“Let’s go to my room,” she whispers. Taking your hand, she leads you to her room further in her ‘love shack’. You close the door behind you and pull Seiga into your arms, cradling her as close to you as you can. “You’ve surpassed my expectation, lover boy,” she purrs happily.

“What was your first thought about me?” you ask, even as you slowly unhook the waistband that’s keeping her dress in place.

“Somewhere between ‘rough’, ‘wild’ and ‘not holding back’,” she mutters. “Never thought to see you being… a gentle kind.”

You brush your lips upon her scalp. “Well, that’s good news, isn’t it?” You’ve fully undressed her, leaving her with only her satin black panties and a pair of black thigh-high socks. “Turn around for me.” She obliges and spins on her foot, and you run your fingers down her spine, causing her to gasp. You pull her in, planting featherlike kisses upon her nape, and she moans erotically when you start nibbling her neck. Her womanly scent is arousing, and her moans get louder as you gently fondle her upturned breasts.

“Oh, damn, you’re driving me crazy…” she pants. She shudders when you press your hand on her crotch, and a husky moan escapes her mouth as you start rubbing her through the fabric of her undergarment, already drenched in her love essence. You turn her face around, and there’s no ushering as you kiss her, letting her whimper into your mouth. Slowly you lower her into the bed, mouths and hands still interlocking. Her arms are splayed over her head as you lie her down in missionary position, her chest heaving up and down as you loom over her.

“Exquisite,” you mutter almost to yourself. You reach for the fastening strings of her panties and undo them, sliding the web fabric down her delectable legs. The intoxicating aroma of her arousal fills the air, making a dent on your libido suppressant. You can actually feel, rather than see, Seiga shivering as her pussy is exposed to the air.

“Don’t make me wait, lover boy…” she pleads.

You lean in, planting wet, hungry kisses along her sweaty torso as you make way toward her crotch. You’ve arrived at her nether-lips, and with the urgency that shocks the inner part of you, you devour her hard clit, licking and grazing your teeth over it. At once Seiga screams loudly, and her thighs automatically clamp around your head, trying to keep you in place. You continue eating her out, unperturbed by the strong smell of her sex. She continues thrashing about before she suddenly convulses, her back arching off the bed as a powerful orgasm surges through her body. You lick every drop of her love juice, never letting even a drop falling onto the mattress, and you kiss her pussy before you crawl up to her face.

“That… that was…” You smile and kiss her, filling her mouth with the tangy taste of her own sex. She moans lustfully as she returns the kiss, her tongue shamelessly prying upon yours. Her hands reach for your shirt buttons and start undoing them, and you break off the kisses when you feel a strange coldness creeping out of her skin as she rests her palm upon your chest. “What’s wrong, lover boy?”

“I…” You take her hand and squeeze it gently. “What happened?”

She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter what happened.” Resting her hand upon your face, she smiles – yet it’s the kind of smile that’s concealing a deep, painful scar within. “Please, just forget about it, okay?”

You don’t want to ruin this moment with trivial matters, so you bring her hand close to your face, giving it soft kisses. “Sorry for asking,” you apologize. You kiss her once again, feeling her mouth form a smile as she generously returns the kiss. You, then, kiss her neck and shoulder, savouring every inch of her velvety skin. You’re going to make love to this woman in every way you can, and you will not stop until she’s thoroughly satisfied.

Before long your clothes are gone, lying somewhere in the room. You’re entangled with Seiga in a dovetail contour, holding onto one another and savouring each other’s feeling. Your kisses become more fervent, as both of you are trying to outdo one another. Eventually, the heat becomes too much to bear, and neither of you can resist the passion anymore.

Straddling her hips, you position yourself at her lower entrance. You stare at Seiga, who nods at you in permission, and you take a few deep breaths before you push forward, gently forcing her pussy apart. Seiga’s eyes widen, and a long moan escapes her mouth as you’re slowly pushing yourself deeper into her.

“Oh, yes… yes!” she screams as you’ve penetrated her up to the hilt. “It feels so good! Do me!” You bring your face down to hers, locking your lips with hers as you start pumping in and out of her. Her moans become louder with each stroke, and her hips automatically move to match your own movement. You push yourself harder into her, knocking her out of breath, and her inner walls constrict around your pulsating manhood as she orgasms for the second time.

“Cum inside me!!” she screams, back arched and sweats falling on the soaked mattress. That’s all you need to hear from her, and you thrust into her a few more time before impaling her all the way in, until you can’t get any further into her. She screams once more, her body beginning to spasm, as a third orgasm flood over her. You, too, eventually come, spewing your hot seed deep within her womb. Your knees become weak, and you collapse on top of her, exhausted and out of breath. Your cock is still deep inside of her tight pussy, still pumping its load into her. Slowly you turn around, positioning her so that she’s resting on top of you. Seiga groan disapprovingly as your cock becomes limp and slips out of her pussy.

“Please… don’t stop,” she mutters. “It’s been a long time, and I want it to last…”

You gently kiss her forehead. “I’ll let you do the work, how about it?” She seems to take hint, because she starts stroking your cock to its erect state. She kisses you fervently and crawls down to your crotch, rubbing her sweaty body against yours. She smiles at you, her hand firmly holding your phallus, her lips close to its tip. She gives your erection a few teasing licks, and then takes the whole length of it into her mouth, hungrily sucking you. Your head starts reeling, the sensation of having this woman’s tongue around you almost unimaginable.

You pull her head upward just as you hit your orgasm; streams of hot semen burst out of your pulsing manhood and onto her face, barely missing her eyes. She giggles lustfully as her mouth automatically part to accept your entire load. She scoops some of the semen off her cheek and licks it gingerly off her fingers. “…you taste very strong, lover boy~” She crawls up, pressing her lips against yours in a kiss, her tongue hungrily feeding you with the tangy fluid. “Ready for round two~?”

“You don’t say.” Wrapping your arms about her, you turn around, again having her underneath you. Grinning, you grab her shawl and flap it in front of your partner. “Guess what I’m going to do with this.”

“Oh, my~ don’t tell me you’re going to do that,” she replies in a faked shock.

“Guess I don’t have to hide it from you.” Bringing her arms over her head, you tie the translucent piece of cloth around her wrist, wrapping it over her arms. You keep her perfectly still as you wrap the remainder of the shawl all the way down to her legs, and you finish it off with a butterfly-shaped knot near her ankles. “I see that you like being wrapped up. How do you like it?”

“Mmh… please unwrap me, lover boy~ ♥”

You kiss her once more, and start undoing the shawl, freeing her legs in the process. You turn her around and make her stand on all fours, and you position yourself at her soiled cunt before entering her in a swift stroke. Her body arches, her head thrown backward in excitement, and she screams loudly as you ravage her thoroughly fucked hole deep and hard. One of your hands reaches her left breast and squeezes it hard, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from her. “Someone’s very noisy.” You bend over her back, bringing yourself closer to her face. “You should keep your voice down. Someone might be hearing us.”

“Yes, yes! Punish me, lover boy! I’ve been a very bad girl! Oh yes! Fuck this filthy pussy with that cock!!” She yelps as you ram yourself deep into the depth of her sex, her head hanging low as her body is being controlled by the otherworldly movement. This is no longer making love. This is a wild, unrestrained, no-holds-barred fuck, and there’s very little you can do to stop the flame of passion as you and Seiga give in to the most primordial of desires.

Finally, after what seems to be an eternity, you and Seiga collapse onto one another, entangled in a mess of post-coital embrace, conjoined together by her shawl. Your cock is resting deep in her pussy, firmly held by her inner walls, and Seiga is holding you very tightly, never wanting to let you go. She smiles at you, and you smile back at her, albeit wearily due to you barely having strength to move your body. As if it matters, as you’re enjoying the warmth of this woman, although there is still one pressing matter that needs to be settled.

“So… when will we have our tea?”

Seiga laughs heartily and silences you with a mouthful kiss. “Oh, I think our tea will have to wait,” she answers huskily. “Let’s get some rest, lover boy. I’m tired.”

“Yeah, we should.” As both of you slowly fall asleep, your only concern is to have Miko and her consorts hiding behind the door, eavesdropping the entire sexual romp…

Spoiler: they already did. What are you kidding me, as if they'd do such immoral thing.
>> No. 28729
This is what I expected then some. Bravo
>> No. 28735
Of course, Miko would peek. Using other methods. Others would have to settle using their sights.

Now, how about the Orgy scene~~~~

Because waiting anxiously.
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>>orgy scene
I have to ask: Halloween Night orgy, or Dream Palace orgy? It's very important that Anon makes a choice, so that I can concentrate on the request. Then again, I doubt Anon would mind spending quality time with Miko and her consorts. Together. On a bed. In a room. Under the same roof.

>>waifu battle
I get the feeling that this is Anon's ultimate goal: to have a harem of waifus. Inb4 Waifus only. Final destination.
>> No. 28740
>>28738
Holloween night first then the Dream palace one sometime after the dream palace chapter. I'd rather see Miko get her one on one time before having an orgy with her in it.
>> No. 28747
>>28738

>to have a harem of waifustouhous.

I thought that's the goal from the beginning of your at story, amirite?

Also, it's already a harem from the moment you decided to continue this wonderful journey. You just didn't noticed it yet.

As for which scene, Halloween Night is the first priority.
>> No. 28748
Halloween, then Miko, then Dream Palace.
>> No. 28751
>>28747
even the non H applications would be nice, such as Yumeko giving Dai cooking pointers and such.
>> No. 28792
>>28738
Halloween one first as its long overdue I guess.
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So everybody has reached a mutual consensus for Halloween Night orgy. Alright, I'll have it prepared, but it will take some time before it's ready to be posted.

Picture not related. You think?
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Edited and expanded from that teasing snippet, beginning from the scene with Kogasa.

You return to your house, carrying a sleeping Futo in your arms. You head to your room and put her on your bed, throwing the blanket over her as to cover her nudity. Giving her forehead a soft kiss, you leave her and head back to the kitchen, where Daiyousei is cleaning the dishes. “Oh, welcome back,” she greets you. “I thought you’d stay outside for a bit longer. Where’s Futo?”

“At my room, sleeping,” you tell her. You sit on the chair and fetch a glass of plain water to drink. “They’ve already left, haven’t they?”

“You have no idea how hard it was to convince them not to leave the house,” Daiyousei says. “All of them were vying to get to your first, especially Aya and Mima.” She, then, makes various body gestures that seem to you as if she’s mimicking the two mentioned persons. “Can you believe I actually had to bribe them with your vintages to make them stay?”

“Go figure, they’re always thirsty,” you shrug. “Can you look after Futo for a while? I… I think I need to take a brief walk.”

“Are you going to visit the girls? It’s Halloween, after all,” she says.

“Not a chance,” you reply. “With them coming all over me, I don’t think I have to walk very far to give them treats. Or tricks. Or whatever.” You give Daiyousei a mouthful kiss. “By the way, why were you staring at Futo’s butt?”

“She’s so cute, that’s why,” Daiyousei giggles. “You don’t mind if she stays over in the future, do you?”

“Yeah, whatever you say.”

You leave the safety of your home and head to an open patch of grass near the forest. You spot the silhouette of a girl leaning against one of the trees, and she looks like she’s holding an umbrella. Wait, can it be…

“Oh, hello mister winemaker!” Kogasa approaches you. “I thought you wouldn’t show up at this time.”

“You’ve been waiting for me?” you ask.

“Of course I am! Why? Don’t you remember your debt with me?” she asks in faked dejection. You stare at her strangely due to the response, causing her to giggle shyly. “Sorry~ but I have something to ask you. Please be honest with me, okay?”

“Alright, of course I’ll be honest,” you reply, almost stepping backward when Kogasa tiptoes toward you. “What do you want to ask?”

She giggles. “To be honest, I wanted to visit you in my regular dress, but…”

“But?”

“Miss Mima told me I’d look better if I dressed up as a maid, so~” She spins on her foot, revealing all her quality as a girl who just wants to have fun with people. “Everyone’s been telling me that I look cute in it, so yeah!” She stops spinning and looks up at you, smiling. “Do I look cute, mister winemaker?”

What a trivial question. You seize her arms and pull her into your embrace. “No, Kogasa, you look lovely.” At once she melts in your embrace, and you can hear her happy sigh as she wraps her arms about you. “Jeez, I should really not get too attached to you or anyone else,” you utter.

“But that’s why I like you,” she says. “You’re really nice to everyone, but especially to me. Even when I surprised to so many times, you never got angry at me.”

You loosen your arms as you stare down at her. Her eyes become half-closed and then close shut, as her lips part invitingly, as if waiting for a kiss. You take a deep breath and claim her lips, and she sighs happily into your mouth as she accepts the kiss. You tighten the embrace, almost lifting her off the ground, then you move to the nearest tree and pin her against the trunk as you continue ravaging her mouth. She hooks her legs around you, and you can feel the damp moistness setting in on her pussy as she rubs herself against you.

“Please take me!” she screams.

Pulling her drenched panties aside, you unzip your pants and guide your now-erect penis to her pussy. You slowly push yourself up, groaning when her inner walls clench around you almost instantaneously. Kogasa moans loudly as you’re filling her up to the hilt, and she wraps her arms and legs around you along with a lustful sigh. You thrust your hips upward, stroking her warm tunnel with your pulsing manhood. Kogasa cries out with each push you make, and her body bounces each time your hips connect. She sinks her teeth into your shoulder, trying to muffle her voice as her moans get louder and out of control. You increase the speed of your pumping, almost shaking the tree as you press Kogasa onto the trunk.

Kogasa suddenly stiffens, and muffles her cries as she hits her orgasm. You pump in and out of her a few more times, and your body shakes violently as you come deep inside her. You slowly pull out of her cunt, and lower Kogasa to the floor. She closes her eyes, letting out a tired but satisfied sigh. You fall flat on your ass and lean against the tree, too tired to even get up, and you don’t even notice Kogasa’s lithe figure pressing against you as she sits upon your lap.

“Thanks, mister winemaker,” Kogasa says and kisses you lightly. She puts your limp cock inside your pants and zips it back. “There. Now you’re back to your normal self,” she says and pulls you back to your foot. “Come on, I’ll bring you home. Don’t want to keep your precious wife waiting.”

“Ahem.”

Both you and Kogasa turn to the direction of the voice. Your face instantly turns pale; an expression in which you’re certain is shared with Kogasa. Your ‘maid’ guests are staring at you with their hands rubbing their breasts and crotch, their face burning beet red. You don’t like this, and you don’t think you want to involve Kogasa.

“You better leave,” you speak into her ear.

“But what about-”

“Just go to my house and stay there,” you reply and push her toward your house. As soon as the umbrella girl is out of sight, you turn your attention to your guests. “You better have a good reason on why you’re not leaving, Mima.”

“Now, now, winemaker boy, it’s very rude to say no to these girls,” Mima replies while wagging her finger at you. “And to think you’d let Kogasa have her way with us before anyone of us did, you need to get punished.” She waves her hand, and in an instant you and your guests are teleported back into the greenhouse. You try making your escape, only to be tackled into the ground by Shizuha and Koishi.

“No running away, mister,” Koishi mutters.

“Not until you feed us with lots of love,” Shizuha adds.

Mima sits atop of you, the upper half of her maid uniform missing, exposing her voluptuous breasts to the cold night. “And did I forget to mention that I’m hot and bothered, right now~?” she asks while hungrily licking her lips.

“Can’t we do this on another day?” you ask.

“Oh, no~ you’d think we’re going to let you go that easily, wouldn’t you? Not after we found out how you and that newcomer girl made love to each other?” Mima asks.

“How in the world-” Your words are cut off when Mima buries your face between her bosom, practically smothering you with the warm globes. She lets go off you and stands up as to let Aya sit atop of your waist. You’re rendered speechless as she runs her finger down your chest, and your heart skips many time when she presses her palm against your heart.

“Hmm~ I wonder how many seconds can you survive a French kiss with me,” she murmurs.

“Aya, stop-” Your plea is cut short when she presses her lips against yours, kissing you hungrily and deeply. Her passionate moans and the way she rubs her body against you are very arousing, and you would have responded to her lust had you not been tied up to the ground. She lets you go, and is panting heavily as a thick trail of saliva follows her separation. She chuckles and kisses you once more, each thrust of her tongue hungrier and fiercer than before. Feeling the invisible ropes unknotting themselves off your wrists, you immediately seize the opportunity and grab her ass, pulling her into you. At once Aya lets out an excited moan, and she shudders as you furiously shove your tongue past her lips, intending to beat her in her own game.

Both of you let go off each other, only because you’re running out of oxygen. You stare into her eyes, which are flooded with lust and hunger. “Damn it, Aya, look what you’ve done,” you grumble as you notice the loss of your shirt.

“What? It’s not my fault that you resisted,” she protests.

You’re yanked from Aya. Once more, you find yourself at the receiving end of a passionate kiss as Mima hungrily press her lips against yours. This time, you’re helpless against the onslaught of her tongue, and you’re left reeling as she explores every inch of your mouth. You moan in distress and break away from Mima; looking down at your crotch, you see Reimu, Koishi and Shizuha licking your freed erection, their faces blushing in pleasure. By now, Aya and Mima have stripped and are kneeling at your both sides, sensuously brushing their lips on the crook of your neck.

“Hey, pleasure us~” both of them whisper breathlessly.

Careful not to suddenly change your position, you bring both your hands down their spines and toward their buttocks, giving them slow yet firm squeeze. Aya and Mima purr lustfully, even as their body start rubbing up and down your torso. You lightly prod their butthole, causing them to yelp, and then you rest your hands upon their soaking crotch. Soft whimpers escape their mouth as you begin rubbing them, and their thighs automatically part as to allow easier access to their pussy.

Meanwhile the three girls at your crotch continue licking and delving your erect cock, moaning as they run their tongues up and down your manhood. Their hot breaths further increase your libido, and your hips involuntarily jerk upward, desperate to get more of their attention. Then you feel your head rested upon a warm lap; you bring your gaze upward and stare into Sunnymilk’s eyes. Putting her finger upon her lips as to ask you to keep quiet, she signals at Lunachild and Star Sapphire to kneel at both sides of your head, and before you know it both fairies mash their mouths against yours, intending to rouse you into kissing them. This is very arousing, but there’s no way in the world you can make love to these ladies under such circumstance, what with the three fairies making out in your face, Aya and Mima rubbing their hot bodies up and down yours, and Reimu, Koishi and Shizuha eagerly licking your pre-cum.

Mima moves away from your body. “Alright, girls, enough with foreplay. Let’s get straight to business,” she says and pulls you from the ground. She pulls your face towards her, mashing her lips against yours in a wet, frenzied kiss. “So, winemaker boy. Pick one.”

“Why the hell are you making me choose?” you ask.

“Silly boy, as if you can have multiple copies of yourself and do all of us at the same time,” she replies. Your question gets answered when Aya pulls Mima away. “Oh, ho~ someone can’t stand to wait in the line,” Mima says amusedly.

“Hush you. He still owes me a proper interview,” Aya utters. Without giving you a chance to speak your mind, she immediately lowers herself onto your erection, and she moans loudly as your cock fully penetrates her. She wastes no time riding your cock, her pussy tightly squeezing your erection each time she moves her hips up and down. You pull her face down and silence her cries with a kiss, grabbing the back of her head as you turn around and fuck her in missionary position. She suddenly stiffens and lets out an orgasmic scream, her hips bucking wildly against yours as she climaxes underneath you. You thrust your hips and release your load into her womb, while you mash your lips against hers as she moans deeply into your mouth.

Pulling out of Aya’s cunt, you leave her to rest on the ground and turn your attention to Mima. She’s already standing on all fours, her ass wiggling expectantly at you. “Come, winemaker boy. Hit me with everything you’ve got.” You grab her hips and drive your still-erect cock into her pussy, pumping in and out of her while your hands snake forward and pull her arms backward, making her body arc upward. Mima’s lustful screams are silenced when Reimu takes her lips into a kiss, swirling and wrestling her tongue against her partner’s. Shizuha, not wanting to be left out, takes Mima’s erect nipples in her mouth and starts sucking on them. Mima throws her head backward, and her body quivers uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm surges through her. At the same time you come, and you groan deep in your chest as you ejaculate into her.

You slowly pull out of Mima, who has fallen onto the ground. You need to take a quick rest before you can continue, but all your plans are thrown out of the window as Reimu and Shizuha suck on your limping member. Once more it hardens on contact with their tongue, stiffening so hard it actually starts to hurt. All you can do is to lie down and let the girls do their work on your manhood and savour the sight of them taking turn in devouring your cock. The pain in your groin is building up, and your effort to keep it in bay is to no avail. As soon as they let go off you, you hit your orgasm, and aiming your cock at their waiting mouth you release your entire load onto them.

“I feel so dirty,” Reimu moans and scoops some of the semen off her face, licking it off her finger.

“Allow me to clean you, Reimu,” Shizuha offers.

The girls approach each other and are instantly locked in a frenzied embrace, kissing, licking, rubbing and fondling each other. The sight of the shrine maiden and the goddess of falling leaf getting lost in the sea of lust is too tempting, and the rising of your erection pretty much confirms that you’re ready for another round.

A loud moan coming from behind you distracts you, and turning around you notice the three fairies fingering and tonguing each other, having reduced to just their thigh-high socks to cover their skin. Overwhelmed by the never-receding passion, you grab Luna’s arms and pull her toward you. With a swift motion you push yourself past her nether lips, filling her hole in a stroke. You start pumping in and out of her drenched cunt, putting two of your fingers into her mouth as to silence her. You roughly fondle her breasts, quite hefty in comparison to her petite figure. She climaxes not a moment too soon, her tunnel clenching around you and trying to milk you as much as you can as you come inside her at the same time.

You push Luna off your lap and claim your next bounty; you guide your cock into Sunny’s inviting pussy and ram yourself into her tight hole. You lean into Sunny’s body, taking her small mounds into your hands and squeezing them as you pump in and out of her. Sunny screams loudly as she hits her orgasm, and feeling her tight walls sucking on you triggers your fourth orgasm of the day, as you thrust deeply into her and shoot into her womb.

You let go off Sunny and turn to Star. “Wow, you’re better than the last time,” she utters and pushes you gently into the grass. She hovers over your erection, spreading her pussy, and slowly lowers herself onto your lap. She grins as you’ve penetrated her up to the hilt, and she leans down as to gives you a featherlike kiss. “Let’s go gentle this time.” She slowly moves up and down your erection, her sex contracting and firmly massaging your pulsating shaft. You savour the sight of this sassy fairy becoming out of breath with each movement she makes, and you bring her head down as you reward Star with deep kisses. Star throws her head backward as she climaxes, and the feeling of her love juices coming down your throbbing cock causes your mind to white out, and before long you shoot your hot load deep into her inner canal.

You slowly pull Star up your limping cock and let her join her partners, who have cuddled each other in the afterglow of their sex. All that’s left to complete the night is to find Koishi – who has been standing right next to you. How she got to you is out of question, but she must have been by your side all the time, and seeing you and the “maids” having hot sex must have taken a toll to her. “Uhh… you can help me, can’t you mister?” she asks nervously, even as she’s rubbing herself underneath the skirt.

You’re getting tired with rough sex, and rough sex is not exactly your specialty. Plus, you kind of owe Koishi, and so you’re going make this as memorable to her as possible. “Let’s go over there,” you say and point to the hut at the far side of the greenhouse. She nods and follows you to the small-sized building, and as soon as you arrive you pull her into your arms. “You know you shouldn’t leave Chireiden on your own,” you tell her. “Who knows when Satori gets worried over your absence?”

“But I already had permission from Big Sis,” Koishi protests. “Why? Don’t you want to have an adventurous, curious little sister, mister? I know you do~” Wait, that sounds so wrong in many ways, and normally you’d be instantly put behind the bars for having sex with minors (and you might be accused for committing incest, too). But this is Gensokyo, and Koishi is no ordinary ‘little sister’.

“Good grief. You and all the girls are going to kill me by dawn break,” you grumble.

“That’s because you’re likeable,” Koishi answers. “Big Sis likes you, and I like you, too. But I like you even more than Big Sis does.”

You sigh. Arguing with Koishi will only lead you to nowhere, and you’re definitely not here for that. “You know what? Screw everything.” You claim her parted lips, gently coaxing her into returning the kiss. She sighs happily into your mouth, her arms automatically clinging onto you. You sit down on the bench, and allow her to rest upon your lap as you continue kissing her. Then you plant kisses upon the crook of her neck and along her collarbone, and a soft whimper escapes her mouth when you seize her pert nipples in your mouth. Your hands dwell down her delectable body and find the fastener of her skirt; there’s no need to usher as you undo her skirt and toss the piece of clothing, altogether with her upper dress, somewhere in the hut, leaving her in only her panties that are tucked underneath her pantyhose.

You bring your face up and meet her lips, kissing her once more. “Adventurous, curious little sister? Where on Earth did you learn that?” you ask over her swollen lips.

“It’s a secret,” she replies. She moans huskily as you nibble her neck, and her back arches as you slip your hands underneath her underwear and give her buttock a gentle, yet firm squeeze. You lift her off the bench and lower her onto the padded floor, and you flash a smile at her as you remove the pantyhose, exposing her legs to the chilling night. Reaching for a bucketful of fruits on the nearby table, you pluck a couple of grapefruits and press them on her legs; a delighted giggle escapes her lips as you rub the juice along her alluring limbs. You reach for her panties and undo the laced strings, but you decide to leave her panties undisturbed. “Mmh… stop teasing me, mister,” she pleads in playful voice.

“After everything you girls have done to me?” You lift her left foot and gently lick her toes, prodding your tongue between the gaps and licking any trace of grape juice. “I think I should clean this mess right away.”

“Yes… please clean me~ ♥”

You repeat the process on her right foot, and Koishi responds to each nibble you make with a playful moan. Then you bring her legs into an upright position and press your lips against the backside of her knees. She moans appreciatively as you prod your tongue on the dent of her skin, her toes wriggling in excitement. Keeping her legs steady you run your tongue along the backside of her thighs, switching from side to side to lick her velvety skin clean. Her moans become louder and she starts thrashing on the padded floor as a result of your handiwork on her legs.

Finally you remove her panties. The intoxicating scent of her sex quickly fills your nostrils, and you’re having a hard time concentrating on cleaning her legs. Eventually you’ve completed your task, and it’s time you claim that awaiting prize. You spread her thighs apart and press your mouth against her lower lips, and Koishi starts panting as you run your tongue across her pussy. As you continue feasting upon her, she presses her thighs on both sides of your head and pants more vigorously than before. She’s getting close to her climax, so you thrust your tongue into the depth of her sex, triggering her orgasm as she screams out in lust. You lap every drop of her love juice, savouring the delicate taste of her feminine essence. You let go off her crotch afterwards and crawl upward to her face, kissing her once more and filling her mouth with the tangy taste of her own sex.

“How’s that for an adventure?” you ask over her parted lips.

“Please, mister… I want more…” Koishi pleads.

Straddling her hips, you position yourself at her lower entrance. Caressing her flushed face and assuring her that she’ll be alright, you take a few deep breaths and gently enter her trembling body. Koishi’s eyes storm wide at the sudden influx of pleasure; she wraps her arms and legs around you, murmuring your name in whispers, and moans in bliss as you’ve fully filled her. Taking time to adjust yourself, you stare down at her, and can’t help noticing tears that are flowing down her face. “Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head. “N-no… in fact, I’m very happy to have you inside me…” she answers. “Please continue.”

You bring your head down, and your lips are locked with hers as you begin pumping in and out of her. She moans at each stroke you make, and her lips are forming a smile as she returns the kiss. Soon, the two of you are locked in a sweaty embrace, kissing and biting each other’s lips, and her body arches underneath you as you increase the tempo of your pumping, which triggers her second orgasm. You slow down and turn over so that she’s on top of you, and you grab her hips as you move her up and down your erection. She swats your hands and brings them to her chest, urging you to fondle her even as she starts riding you. Once again she comes, and she gives you a few more rides before she collapses on top of you, panting and gasping for air. Your cock’s still hard inside her, and you have yet to find release, so you sit upright and turn her around so that her back’s resting upon your chest.

“Tell me if you’re not comfortable, okay?” you ask. She nods and places her hands upon yours, as if asking to proceed. You thrust your hips upward, bringing her to the threshold of passion once more. She starts muttering incoherent words, and her head is thrown backward as her body’s bouncing in rhythm with your pumping motion. One of your hands leaves her hips and rubs her clit in the opposite direction of your movement, and combined with your other hand fondling her breast, and your cock pumping in and out of her snatch Koishi’s moans have turned into a voiceless scream of lust that echoes out of the hut.

Eventually your body reaches its limit, and you grab Koishi’s hips before thrusting yourself as deeply into her as you can. Your brain whites out as you feel your member twitching violently inside her, and you find release seconds afterwards, unloading your hot seed into her womb. You feel her walls tighten around you as you trigger her third and most intense orgasm ever, her body desperately milking you for as much as she can. You pull out of her moments later, reluctant to leave the comfortable warmth of her insides at first. You fall on top of your back, and Koishi quickly join up with you as she collapses on top of you. You hold her in a post-coital embrace, and you can hear Koishi sighing in pleasure as she nuzzles her face up against your chest.

“So, mister, you don’t mind if I pay you a visit now and then, do you?” she asks.

“As long as you behave like a good girl, you’re free to come over.” She giggles and kisses you briefly. “Say, Koishi, won’t the rest of the girls notice our absence?”

“I manipulated their subconscious, so they wouldn’t even notice that we were missing.” Thank goodness. You don’t want to imagine what would happen if they did. “But I think you’re right, mister. I shouldn’t leave Big Sis behind and go out for an adventure.”

“That’s what a little sister is supposed to do,” you tell her.

“I know! I’ll ask her to come with me to your place. I know you’ll like our presence,” she adds.

Having properly dressed up, you bring Koishi to the front door and bid her farewell as she returns to Chireiden. You’re hoping that Koishi’s manipulation of subconscious would keep your affair with her out of the girls’ reach, as well as provide the window of opportunity for you to avoid having to go through another ‘rough’ night. Enough is enough, and you need to get enough sleep before your trip to Shinkai.

“Where do you think you’re going, winemaker boy?” Your steps come to an abrupt end. Slowly you turn around and find yourself staring at seven magnificent girls, naked, hungry and unsatisfied. Very unsatisfied. “I was wondering where you have been until now,” Mima utters.

“Am I not even allowed to rest?” you ask.

“No,” Mima answers and yanks your collar, pulling you close to her face. “Apparently, you and Koishi went somewhere and had tender loving, while you left the rest of us here still not fulfilled.” What the hell? How did she know? “You think you can get away with making love to Kogasa, Koishi and the newcomer girl and not giving us the same, fair treatment, can’t you? Girls, what do you say if we ask him to make love to us like how he made love to them?”

“Who’s going to be first?” Aya asks.

“Us! Us!” the three fairies answer.

“No fair, I got him first,” Shizuha protests.

“Back off, everyone, he still owes me some donation,” Reimu says.

“You heard all of them, winemaker boy.” Mima giggles seductively and starts rubbing your erection underneath your pants. “We still haven’t finished, by the way, and the night’s still young… so let’s swim together through the ocean of love all the way to morning, shall we~? ♥”

Oh, gods. Somebody please stop this madness!

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As I promised in earlier post, here's the long-awaited scene. Also, happy birthday to me.
>> No. 29229
Very nice, and happy birthday.

Only way that could have been better was Maid Komachi
>> No. 29268
>>29228
Very Nice. Winemaker's probably getting used to being sore as hell after nights of passion considering how much he got this time
>> No. 29318
Nice. Very nice. The awaited Orgy scene.

And happy birthday to you. Hope you got nice presents.
>> No. 29463
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>>29229
>>29268
>>29318
Thanks, guys.

And yet another status update before going to the next scene.

Makai
+ Shinki
+ Yuki
+ Mai
+ Yumeko
(waifu)
+ Luize (missed the chance, was not present)
+ Sara (missed the chance, was not present)

Mugenkan/Sunflower Field
+ Orange
+ Elly
+ Kurumi
+ Yuuka
(waifu)
+ Mugetsu & Gengetsu

Other PC-98s
+ Yumemi
+ Chiyuri
+ Kana
+ Kotohime
+ Rikako
+ Rika
+ Sariel
+ Elis
+ Yuugenmagan
+ Kikuri
+ Meira

Hakurei Shrine
+ Reimu
+ Mima

+ Suika

Forest of Magic
+ Marisa
+ Alice
+ Shanghai & Hourai
+ Rumia
+ Mystia (waifu Okamisty unf)
+ Wriggle
+ Tokiko
+ Sunny Milk, Luna Child, Star Sapphire
+ Reina


Misty Lake
+ Cirno
+ Daiyousei (waifu)
+ Letty

Scarlet Devil Mansion
+ Meiling
+ Koakuma
+ Patchouli
+ Sakuya
+ Fairy maids
+ Remilia
+ Flandre

Human Village
+ Keine
+ Akyuu

Mayohiga
+ Chen
+ Ran
+ Yukari

Hakugyokurou
+ Lily White
+ Lyrica
+ Merlin
+ Lunasa
+ Youmu
+ Yuyuko

Bamboo Forest of the Lost
+ Reisen
+ Tewi
+ Eirin
+ Kaguya
+ Mokou

Higan
+ Komachi
+ Shikieiki

+ Lily Black
+ Medicine

Youkai Mountain
+ Shizuha (waifu)
+ Minoriko
+ Hina
(waifu)
+ Nitori
+ Momiji
+ Aya
+ Hatate
+ Sanae
+ Kanako
+ Suwako

Chireiden
+ Kisume
+ Yamame (waifu)
+ Parsee
+ Yuugi
+ Satori
+ Rin
+ Zombie fairies
+ Utsuho
+ Koishi

Myouren Temple
+ Nazrin
+ Kogasa
+ Ichirin
+ Murasa
+ Shou
+ Byakuren
+ Nue
+ Kyouko
+ Mamizuo

Celestial Realm/Dragon Palace
+ Iku
+ Tenshi

Shinkai/Dream Palace Great Mausoleum
+ Yoshika
+ Seiga
+ Tojiko
+ Futo
(waifu)
+ Miko
+ Kasen

Others
+ Renko
+ Maribel
+ Hakurei Miko
+ Kosuzu

So, guys, where should we go after our trip to Shinkai ends?
>> No. 29464
>>29463
hard choice, but I'm leaning either the temple, the village (keine or Akyuu), or some more PC-98s.
>> No. 29465
I say temple.
>> No. 29522
Why is Reimu and Mima crossed out? Did I miss something?
>> No. 29544
>>29522
They had at least one scene (and perhaps more in the future)
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>>29522
Sorry, that was an error in the formatting. Like >>29544 said, we had at least a scene with the girls in Italic and/or strikes. Next non-H scene is on the way, by the way, so please wait warmly.

Bumping from second page.
>> No. 29640
>>29638
a Non-H before the H?
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>>29640
With a bit of foreplay, that is.

Anyway, here's today's update, split into two parts.

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You bid farewell to Seiga. You’ve overstayed at her ‘love shack’, and don’t want to be a burden to her. You also had to turn down her offer to spend the night with her, saying that you still have business with Miko to attend. With aching body and shaking legs, you head back to the palace, hoping you manage to arrive before nightfall.

“Welcome back, Mister Deion,” Futo greets. Somehow, seeing her greeting you with an honest smile plastered upon her face makes you wonder if everything is worth your trip to Shinkai. “I’ve reserved the hot spring for you, Mister Deion. Please take your bath; Lord Miko has requested that you join her in a formal dinner tonight.”

“I’ll join the rest of you in a couple of hours, unless Miko wants me to show up early,” you tell her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let her know,” she replies.

You thank her once more and head straight to the hot spring. You notice a row of therapeutic candles lit alongside the pool; Futo must have prepared them as well, you can’t thank her enough for the accommodation. You dip yourself into hot water-filled tub and close your eyes, allowing the aromatic scent of the candles seep through your nostril. It’s been a tiring day, and your body’s wasted after having sex with two women in a row (and on your first day in Shinkai, too!).

You hear someone dipping into the hot water. You thought the hot spring’s already reserved and quickly take cover behind the boulder. It must be Futo, but…“I know you’re there, Mister Deion.” Wait, that’s not Futo. You peek from behind the boulder, and realize that it’s housemaster herself. “There’s no use hiding back there. Please show up, I mean no harm,” Miko tells you.

Reluctantly you move away from the boulder. “I thought this place’s reserved,” you say.

“I know, which is why I’m taking my bath,” Miko answers. “Surely you do not mind sharing this place with me, yes?”

You gulp. To turn down her presence would be impolite, but even if she’d agree to leave, you don’t think you can peel your sight off her smooth, silky skin. You notice Miko staring at you in intrigue, and quickly turn backward. “I don’t mean to intrude your space, so I’ll just go over there and pretend you aren’t here,” you say and move away from her.

A few minutes pass, and neither of you are speaking. You take a sneak peak on Miko, who seems to be oblivious as she’s washing her delicate feature. You quickly avert your gaze and concentrate on cleaning your hair. “You were expecting Futo to show up, weren’t you?” You almost drop the soap. “I knew it. You really like her, don’t you?”

“Look, I’m terribly sorry if I did,” you apologize. “Anyway, if this is the reason you’re here, I’m afraid I can’t indulge in a dialogue with you.” A few more minutes pass, and the silence between both of you is becoming unnerving. You should break the ice, but what are you supposed to talk about with her

“I know you’ve grown tired already, but why didn’t you tell anyone that you are?” Say what, Miko? “You had sex with Seiga, and then went rough on her. And even before that, you and Tojiko were making out near the lake.” Damn, she must have been at Seiga’s place when both of you were screwing each other’s brain.

“Is there a problem with that?” you ask.

“Yes, it is a problem to me.” You’re startled when Miko approaches you, and you freeze in your spot as she places her palm upon your chest. “You’re the kind of person who prefers making tender love to a woman.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m sorry; I’m just envious of you. To be honest, I never expected that both Futo and Tojiko would fall for you – especially Futo, because she was genuinely happy when I asked her about her first time with you.” She stares deep into your eyes as she asks, “please tell me, Mister Deion, how do you read a woman’s desire?”

If this is a TV reality show, you’d have answered the question according to the script the producers wanted you to follow. In the face of someone who can read desires, however, you realize you have to speak the truth – even though you don’t know the kind of answer she wants to hear. “I don’t know if I ever have that kind of ability, or if I ever want it in the first place.” You scratch the back of your head. “Well, let’s just say that I’m really good at satisfying people’s need.”

“Then show me,” she speaks, even as she closes the distance between you and her. “Please show me how you satisfy my need.”

You sigh. Maybe this isn’t the right to argue over the hot spring’s reservation. You wrap your arms around her shoulders, pulling her close, and you bring your head down as you claim her parted lips and kiss her. Miko moans softly, and shudders as your hand finds her breasts and starts kneading them. The kiss deepens, and Miko moans deeply as you thrust your tongue into her mouth, her head tilted as to allow you to tongue her deeper. The kissing and fondling last for a couple of minutes, and it seems both of you are going to end up making love in the hot spring.

Miko breaks off the kiss, the moistness of her lips still lingering over yours. “Wow… that was better than I had first thought,” she murmurs in an almost whisper-like voice.

“I’m glad that I helped,” you say.

She kisses you. “Let’s wait until the time is right for both of us, shall we?” You just nod and let her go, letting her finish her bath. This time, she offers to wash your back, and even asks if you’re willing to help her wash her body. Both of you finish taking bath after half an hour, and she thanks you for fulfilling her request.

The night goes normally. You join the household for dinner as promised, and fulfil your obligation as a winemaker by teaching them the art of decanting and wine tasting. You feel fortunate that they don’t ask you what you had been doing during the visit to Seiga’s place, although Tojiko did suggest that Miko and her consorts share the bed with you, much to everyone else’s discomfort.

You finish dinner, feeling full and satisfied. You excuse yourself and head to you room. There’s nothing else to do but to set up the bed and lie down on it. You should forget everything that has happened today and call the answer to sleep…
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>>29831

Here's part two, and even I was surprised when I came up with this.

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You open your eyes. Once again, you’re inside your dream and you’re greeted with the sight of Yukari in her nightgown. You don’t want to question her purpose of invading your dream so you let her be. “Hello there, winemaker boy~ or should I say, lover boy?” she greets.

“Even you call me with that nickname, cut it out,” you grumble.

“But it suits you perfectly!”. She appears beside you, and is now squeezing your arm between her breasts. “Why? Don’t you like it when every girl in Gensokyo craves to have you on their bed?” she asks in a playful manner.

“And don’t even get me started with wild orgies I had to take part in,” you answer. “What do they think I am? A sex symbol?”

Yukari giggles. “Aw, you’re being brutally honest to yourself. What’s wrong with not having orgy? I thought you could make out with the girls at the same time.”

“Because I don’t like it at all,” you tell her. Yukari turns you around and rests herself upon your chest, bringing your arms about her waist as if she wants you to hold her. “Jeez, asking me to do this and that while not taking my own opinion into consideration. At this rate, I’ll meet my end sooner than my wine’s aging.”

“You’re likeable, so that’s a problem,” she says.

“And what about you? Showing up in my dream and asking me to hold you like this,” you reply.

“I just feel like it, that’s all,” she tells you. “Anyway, I see you’re claiming a lot of merry wives already. Let’s see… Daiyousei, Yumeko, Yuuka, Shizuha, Hina, Yamame, and now Futo. You’re quite ambitious, so to speak.”

“What, you want to join them, too?” you ask.

She giggles again and adjusts her position in your arms. “Come on, Deion. I’m your patron, so if you end up having your ass handed over, I’m the first one to respond.”

“You better be,” you reply.

“So what’s your next plan?” she asks.

“I don’t know; maybe I’ll stay for another day or two before going back,” you answer. You notice Yukari placing your hands upon her breasts; taking it as a cue you begin fondling them, making her moan in pleasure. “You should be honest to yourself, you know,” you tell her.

“Mmm… I don’t think I can compete with your precious wives,” she speaks, moaning again when you slip your hands through the open side of her gown and continue massaging her breasts from underneath the clothing.

“Now you’re being insincere,” you tease.

“But I am being honest~!” Her protests are cut off when you pinch her erect nipples, rolling them slightly between your fingers. Her head is thrown backward, and you immediately claim her lips, kissing her deeply and tenderly. She moans happily and returns the kiss, hooking her arm over your head as if to prevent you from breaking the kiss. You let go off her breasts and turn her around, mouths still locked, and you find yourself descending into a bed that appears out of nowhere as Yukari pulls you down with her. You don’t know what happens to your clothes after that, but they’re suddenly gone, and so is her nightgown.

You descend toward her chest. There’s no need to usher as you take her nipples in your mouth, generously licking and biting them. Yukari’s moans become louder, and she grab a handful of your hair as you run your tongue around her areola. You release her swollen nipples and bury your mouth in her cleavage, making low motor-boat sounds, causing her to giggle in delight; then you go back to licking her nipple, switching from one breast to another.

You release her nipples and move back to her face. You kiss her once more, thrusting your tongue into her mouth and rousing her to return the tongue play. She tongues you with shameless ardour, and her arms automatically wrap about you as she pulls you closer to her, almost fusing your bodies. You let go off her mouth, leaving behind a thick strand of saliva, and you begin your trip down her body to her crotch, planting wet kisses along her sweaty torso. You’ve arrived at her pussy, cleanly shaved with very little trace of pubic hair, and you gently blow onto her clit, causing her to gasp.

“Stop teasing me, Deion.”

You press your lips against her clit, already hardened from the blowing, and Yukari suddenly lets out a high-pitched cry as you devour her erect nub. Keeping her hips steady, you graze your teeth upon it, further sending Yukari off the threshold. Already her cum is dripping onto the mattress, and realizing you have some ‘cleaning’ to do you let go off her clit and bring your face to her pussy. Smiling at her, you run your tongue across her lower lips, licking every drop of her sweet nectar, and she starts panting as you thrust your tongue past the gate and delve at its inside. She climaxes not a moment too soon, and you claim your prize, filling your mouth with every drop of her love juice. You crawl up her trembling body, and you smile at her as you kiss her, sharing the tangy taste of her sex.

“Mmh, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than this,” she mutters. She yelps when you turn her around and make her stand on all four, and moans as you nibble her ear.

“Do you want me to continue?” you ask.

She looks up at you, throwing you the horniest glance you’ve ever seen from her. “Don’t ask. Just do it.” The way Yukari’s wiggling her ass, coupled with her desperate look, is a sure sign that she doesn’t want to wait anymore, and you can’t help chuckling over her impatience.

You position yourself at her lower entrance. You take a few deep breaths, and push yourself into her. About halfway through you halt, and you slowly pull out until only the head of your cock is buried in her pussy. You give her butt a few slaps, causing her to cry in excitement, but then she glares at you and groans “oh, for God’s sake, stop with the teasing and fuck me already!” You thrust yourself into her, filling her in one swift movement. Yukari screams in lust, her hips moving on her own as you pump in and out of her, stroking every inch of her warm tunnel with your hot rod. You bend down, your chest rubbing against her back as you roughly fondle her breasts.

Yukari hits her orgasm, screaming wildly as her body shudders violently. You keep on the pumping motion before you slow down, and you silence her protesting whimpers as you flip her body and make her lie on your back. You fill her once more, stroking her inner tunnel from each and every angle you can imagine.

“I want to see your face when you come,” you mutter.

“Oh, yes… yes! Love me!!”

You bring your face to her breasts, greedily devouring her nipples as the pumping motion of your hips become uncontrollable. She lets out another passionate scream as she climaxes for the second time, and her legs are hooked around your waist as her cum gushes out of her pussy. You feel your own orgasm approaching, so you increase the tempo of your thrust until eventually you impale yourself deep inside her. You let out a deep groan and come, filling her womb with your hot seed, and you silence her orgasmic cries with a kiss as she comes for the third time.

You collapse on top of her. Your cock is resting deep in her pussy, firmly held by her warm inner walls, and Yukari is holding you tightly, smiling tiredly at you. “The next time we do this, I promise you it’s going to be the most unforgettable sex you’ve ever had,” she mutters.

“And here I thought you want to wait until that time,” you sigh.

She giggles and kisses you briefly. “I blame you for starting the fire first, but that’s what I like about you.” She coos foxily as your cock hardens inside her, and moans as push yourself up to the hilt. “Oh my, I wonder if this is the reason the girls can’t get enough of you~”

“Consider this the first of our many sessions,” you reply and give her a mouthful kiss. This time there’s no holding back as you give everything you have to your lover, losing track of time as you and Yukari make love all the way to morning…
>> No. 29833
Nice bonus though it's interesting Sex Goddess Yukari having doubts about comparing with Deion's wives. Love must count for a lot. Too soon to say if Yukari's on the list of not.
>> No. 29834
>“What do they think I am? A sex symbol?”

Now you just underestimating yourself there. You should be proud of yourself. Why do the good characters always putting themselves down?

SATA, you deserved the title 'God Vanilla Harem Writer' in this site. Seriously, you deserved it for writing gracious AT scenes so far without any over-the-top fetishes.

Great work.
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I'm not sure if I deserve the title, but thanks! Hearing compliments like this makes me more motivated to contribute to this site in any way I can.

Also, I've been wondering if I should write a one-shot/short about one of Deion's wives to complement the main story, and of course, it will contain no H-scenes (unless required). So, Anon, I ask of you: are you fine with Winemaker's Wives short stories?
>> No. 29896
>>29893
I wouldn't mind some wife bonding (NOT bondage) shorts. Stuff like Yumeko giving Dai pointers and what not. Or did you mean something else?

I'm just worried about putting too much on the plate.

Also Cute and Curvy Kyouko is more than fine too Especially along side an equally curvy Kogasa. Double youkai moe~

As far as the title, I can't think of anyone else more deserving as what people can rival you don't exactly write much if at all.
>> No. 29903
Could someone post a .txt with the story so far?.

I don't have any time to myself, it's just work and sleep now. I used TP downloader regularly but it seems it was abandoned.

Please, histories like this are one of the few things why I haven't killed myself yet.
>> No. 29956
>>29903

Sounds like you need a therapist, not a porn story.
>> No. 29962
>>29956
Maybe, but for now the story will have to suffice.

Please ;_;
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>>29903
Do you want all the stories to be compiled in one huge *.txt file, or do you want to have them in chapters?

Anyway, here's the long overdue update. Please enjoy.

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You open your eyes. You swear you were dreaming of having sex with Yukari last night, because you’re feeling very sore in the hips and back right now. You try to dismiss it as a mere wet dream until something flutters out of a small portal and lands on top of your chest.

It’s a note from Yukari.

I can’t tell you how happy I am to have you as my lover. I think I’m beginning to understand how all these girls feel toward you, and I hope I can share this feeling as well. Please take care of yourself and don’t burn yourself out, okay?

♥ Yukari ♥


You shrug. Knowing Yukari, both you and her would have more dreamtime sex in the future, but you digress. Right now, you should be in your room, so how come you’re lying on someone else’s bed? Well, you don’t have to search for the answer as it’s lying right next to you, comfortably clinging onto you.

“…good morning, Mister Deion…” Futo greets you.

“G-good morning,” you reply. “Did something happen to me?”

“You came here last night, and you looked so miserable, like… something terrible had happened,” she explains. “I wanted to ask you what was wrong, but you instead… went to sleep right next to me.”

Huh, you didn’t remember any details about it- oh, wait. You don’t have to know why. “I’m sorry if I scared you,” you tell her.

She shakes her head. “Not at all. In fact… I was grateful you came by. I was thinking of sleeping with Tojiko and Miko last night, so… umm… Mister Deion?”

“What is it, Futo?”

“Would you… please hold me? Just for a second… I want to know how it feels… to be held like this.” That’s what she wanted? To be held in your arms? She surely has a strange opinion about you, but you don’t want to disappoint her.

You lie on your side and pull her into your arms, holding her as close as she wants to. She giggles softly and buries her face in your shirt, and she gasps when you run your hand down her spine and rest upon her butt. You roll around so that you’re looming over her. Brushing a strand of hair off her delicate face, you bring your face down and softly kiss her on the lips. She moans softly, and her lips automatically part to allow the kiss to deepen. Your fingers entwine with hers as you bring your lips down her face and neck, kissing every inch of her exposed skin. You find the fastener of her nightgown and, using your teeth, slowly undo it and pull the cloth down her body. Your eyes widen slightly at the sight of frilly lingerie; who would’ve thought a shy girl like her would be this… daring?

“You’re beautiful, Futo.”

“…thank you, Mister Deion…” She moans again when you kiss her, and she hisses into your mouth as you unfasten the front clip of her bra. You cup her freed breasts and gently knead them, and then you roll her erect nipples between your fingers, causing Futo to gasp. As you continue fondling and kissing her, you bring your right hand to her crotch and prod her panties. She’s already wet from just foreplay?

“Mmm…” You let go off Futo’s swollen mouth. You think you’re hurting her but she shakes her head. “…no… don’t stop, please?” she pleads.

“You sure, Futo?”

She nods. “…yes… please?”

“Alright, then, if that’s what you want.” Kissing her once more to sooth her, you untie the lacy strings of her panties and remove the wet undergarment. You rest your hand upon her drenched pussy and gently rub her, each motion of your hand making Futo breath raggedly. You stop rubbing her, and using two fingers you spread open her lower lips. After hesitating for a while, you push your fingers through and begin fingering her. At once Futo screams inside your mouth, and her back arches as you increase the tempo of the fingering. Her inner walls tighten around you, and her love fluid quickly flows out and onto the mattress, dampening your hand in the process. You speed up the fingering until she suddenly stiffens and her pussy squeezes your fingers as she cries out passionately. You stop the motion and allow her to subside, and only after that you pull your fingers out of her.

“How do you feel?” you ask as you let her lick your fingers clean.

“I feel so good…” She moans in pleasure as you kiss her leisurely, and shamelessly thrusts her tongue into your mouth as to rouse you. Both of you hold onto one another as the surge of passion is coursing through your body. You can’t take it anymore, and you’re certain neither is she. You undo your pants, releasing your sizable erection, and you steadily take position between her thighs. Seeing her flushed face as she gives herself to you is assuring enough, but you need to hear it from her.

“Please make love to me, Mister Deion…”

That’s all you need. After a few careful pokes, you push through and enter her inner tunnel in one continuous movement. Futo holds her breath as you’re filling her inch by inch, and releases it in a long moan of pleasure as you’ve filled her up to the hilt. Her arms and legs wrap around you, pulling you closer to her, and you respond by starting to move in and out of her. Her head is thrown backward, and her moans become off-tempo as the pumping speed increases. Her soaked inner walls clamp down around you, as if trying to draw your seed out of you. You groan deeply in your chest as your body shakes and quivers, thick ropes of hot cum flowing upstream and filling Futo’s insides, and you silence her own scream with a deep kiss as she finds her own release, her love fluid mixing together with yours.

“Whoa.”

Both of you turn to the door and see Tojiko and Miko staring in utter shock. They, too, seem to be in complete loss of words although they manage to remain calm. It doesn’t take too long before it comes down on you that they walked in at the same time you and Futo hit orgasm. Damn it, not at this time!

“I… I just remember I need to prepare breakfast. Please excuse me.” Miko courtesies to you and takes her leave. “Tojiko, let’s leave them.”

“Have fun, you two!”

Both of them hastily walk out. The two of you stare at each other in awkward silence, but soon break down into a fit of giggles, cuddling and kissing each other as both of you descend from the fiery lovemaking. Once both of you settle down, drowsiness quickly sets in, your eyes struggling to remain open in the face of warm, fuzzy sleepiness. As you drift off to sleep, you manage to speak your mind.

“They should knock on the door first.”

“Yes, they should,” she replies, giving you one last peck on the lips. “But we managed to surprise them, didn’t we?”
>> No. 30208
>More futo

No problems where what so ever... though can we expect a Deion/Futo/Dai scene in the future as Dai certainly likes her alot.
>> No. 30209
>“But we managed to surprise them, didn’t we?”

Stop that, Futo, you're not a karakasa.
>> No. 30211
>>30208
A single file would be okey, but anything is fine. I left the story on Aki Sisters, but I'd like to re-read it.

Thanks.
>> No. 30214
Me like update.

Thank you. Look forward for more loving Touhou girls.
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>>30211
And here it is, unless you want them to be uploaded somewhere else:
http://www.mediafire.com/?j5xv7jd7e08u1

>>30214
Thank you~
>> No. 30242
Sata, can you zip or rar the folder?
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>>30242
Alright, here it is: http://www.mediafire.com/?723tmbtpcbi6bae
>> No. 30257
>>30241
>>30243
Thank you so much man.
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>>30257
No problem, man. Glad that I helped.

Anyway, here's another update courtesy of this writefag.

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“Miko wishes to seek for an audience with me?” you ask.

“Yes, it’s something she has been looking forward to,” Futo answers. “She requests that you meet her at the lake garden, and that only you are allowed to go to the meeting.”

“Looks like she wants to have a private conversation with me,” you utter. “Is she already by the lake?”

“Yes, she already is,” Futo answers.

“There’s no use in delaying, if that’s the case.” You put the empty wineglass and leave the dining room, allowing Futo to escort you to the courtyard. “In any case, I expect myself to spend some time listening to her sermons.”

“Oh, don’t think of her like that,” Futo says in defence. “She just wants to have someone to have conversation with. I’m sure she’ll appreciate your presence.” She takes your hand and squeezes it gently. “If she decides that you stay with her all the way to evening, I’ll let everyone know that you’re out of reach.”

You give her a quick peck on the forehead. “I appreciate that, thanks.”

-x-x-x-

The trip to the lake takes only a few minutes, and it doesn’t take too long before you arrive at the place. From faraway you can see Miko sitting near the lake, and you greet her while approaching where she’s seated at. “I do hope that I’m not late, am I?” you ask.

“No, not at all. Please have a seat.” You oblige and sit down next to her. “I’m so sorry that our conversation be held outdoors. I hope you don’t mind sitting down with me out here.”

You shrug. “Anywhere is fine, so long as I get to spend time with you. Now, if this was a picnic, I would’ve brought along the vintages. Too bad it’s just a… private conversation?”

“Kind of, but I’ll take your suggestion in consideration,” Miko answers. “First of all, I thank you for accepting the invitation to Shinkai. I can’t express my wholehearted gratitude to have your presence in this place.”

“It’s not a big deal. It’s customary to answer the call of my clients, however distant they may be,” you say. “So, what is it that you wish to speak with me?”

“Everything? You know, from your first day in Gensokyo up till today?” Miko asks.

“Hearing this from someone who has been… locked out of the loop for a long time. I have to say that it’s quite intriguing,” you add.

“Oh, please, we need to start our conversation with something after all, right?” she asks again. “So, if you don’t fulfilling my curiosity, do let me know about your first experiences. If you don’t mind, that is.”

You ponder for a while. The first month of your life was, for the lack of better term, very boring. Your presence in Gensokyo was initially left unnoticed, and many viewed you as merely an outsider Yukari brought in. Then you remember that fateful night at Hakurei Shrine, and you can’t help laugh miserably over how your life took a 180-degree turn ever since. “Oh, yeah… that night when I lost to Yukari and Suika and had to submit to the winners,” you utter.

“And then? What happened next?” she inquires.

You scratch the back of your not-so-itchy head. “I thought I could get away with them and said ‘no’, and I was lucky to have my ass saved by Reimu. That is, until Yukari told me to donate all my money to her.” You pause for a while. “Ten thousand yens’ worth of cash. And then it struck me that I just did that.

“Yes, I’ve heard of it a few times,” Miko nods. “The infamous Ten-Thousand-Yen Service. Anyone who donates the specified amount of money to the Hakurei shrine is obliged to receive special treatment from its shrine maiden.”

“I just never thought it would be that kind of service,” you say, remembering when you and Reimu were having hot, gratitude sex as a result of the donation. You notice Miko blushing and apologize for letting her read your mind. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” she replies. “Anyway, it was the beginning of a new chapter in your life, right?”

“So to speak, though you would probably have known by now,” you tell her. “I’m not a monk or a saint, just an ordinary winemaker who wants to live his life to the fullest.” You throw your sight to the blue sky above. “I don’t mind having threesome – everyone has to have fun once in a while – but orgy? Never in a million years would I ever do that.”

“You have a conservative mindset,” Miko says almost matter-of-factly.

“I don’t want to just meet a girl and tell her that I’m desperate to get under her skirt. If anything, I want to be able to spend quality time with her and make sure that both of us are physically and emotionally satisfied and fulfilled,” you explain. “I don’t care if they’re ghosts or youkai or superhuman, but there’s a fine line between making love and fucking each other’s brain.”

“I see,” Miko nods.

“And then there’s Reimu,” you continue.

“What about her?” she asks.

“When I first met her, she was a sweet, well-mannered girl whom I could easily have a conversation with. Now, she’s a hungry nymph who only craves for my cock. Not even Yukari or Yumeko would bother to correct her.”

“I heard that she’s in the critical time to produce an heir,” Miko says.

“I could care less about that; I just missed Reimu from that time.” You sigh. “If you have any suggestion, I’m game.”

Miko scratches her chin. “You know, Mister Deion, since you’ve already gathered a lot of lovely and merry wives, perhaps you should do the same to her.”

“You mean, turning Reimu into a wife?” you ask. “Wait a minute. How did you know about them wives?”

“Have you forgotten that I can read people’s desire, Mister Deion?” she replies. “I mean, why not having her as your wife? I’m sure that way she’ll pay more attention to you if she becomes one.”

“I don’t think I’d appreciate that.” You bring your hand up front and make an imaginary caption. “Imagine this on tomorrow’s headline: ‘Forget Girlfriend, Go Have a Wife! Winemaker’s Advice to All Relationship Seekers.’ And before I know it, I’m flooded with letters from men and women asking for advices on how to find a perfect wife. Talk about overnight celebrity.”

“Very funny,” she giggles.

“Yeah, I’d rather have a quiet, peaceful life and free from gossips,” you say. “Stupid sexy paparazzi. I’m so going to slap that ass of hers if she decides to seduce me again. Oh, yeah, I bet she’s going to like that.”

“Anyway, to continue this conversation, what’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever done to your partner?” Miko asks.

“Why are you suddenly asking me that?” you ask back.

“Am I not allowed to even know?” she complains.

“No, but I was wondering if you have any peculiar reason.” You sigh when she starts pouting. “Very well, if that’s what you want,” you shrug. “I don’t usually do sexy things to a girl, but there’s one habit that I can’t seem to abandon. In fact, I think I’m going to demonstrate it right away.”

“Mister Deion, what are you-” Her inquires are cut off when you pull her close to you, and before she can say anything you take frilled ribbons out of your robe and wrap them around her. Her breaths become erratic as you tighten the ribbons around her chest, and her face burns brightly when you bind her legs together with them. You bring her arms to her chest and secure them with a couple of loops, and you finish the work with a knot on her wrists.

“See what I mean?” you ask as you place her upon your lap.

“Oh, kinky~” She giggles. “You really like ribbons, don’t you?”

“Yeah, well… this is about the sexiest and kinkiest thing I’d do to a girl,” you answer. She giggles again and wiggles about on your lap, making all sorts of cute voice as she tries to get out of the bind. You don’t think you wrap her very tightly, but she’s getting uncomfortable, and the look in her eyes as she looks up at you pretty much confirms it.

“Mister Deion, please unwrap me…” she pleads.

“I guess I should unwrap this present right away.” You bring your hand forward to her wrists and reach for the knot. As it loosens, you bring her face close and claim her inviting lips in a deep, tender kiss. You continue undoing the ribbons, carefully pulling the clothing article off her shuddering figure, all while you coax her into accepting tongue play. She obliges and thrusts her tongue past your lips, stroking the upper recess of your mouth. The ribbons have come off from her upper body, and she quickly hooks her right arm around your head, urging you to kiss her deeper and more vigorous, and she coos erotically as you unfasten the strings that are keeping her dress in place. You cop a feel of her modest but girlish chest - a gentle pinch on her exposed nipple is enough to cause her to whimper in the sweetest of voices.

“Mmm… yes, make me feel good…” she moans.

You reposition yourself and reach forward to her chest, clasping each breast with a palm and fondling them delicately and assertively. She moans with each motion of your hand, and her breaths become ragged as you start twisting her nipples. “The ear mufflers… please remove them for me…” she mutters. Keeping one breast firmly clasped in your hand, you carefully remove the headgear that’s been sticking on her head since whenever. The effect is instantaneous, and she lets out what perhaps is the sexiest purr of appreciation you’d hear. “Thank you… now I can concentrate on having you with me, and only you.”

By now, she’s all but stripped naked, with her undergarment the only thing that’s covering her modesty. You gently nibble her left ear, and she responds by grinding her bottom against your crotch. She moans encouragingly as you trace a line over damp spots on her underwear and map the area with your fingers. Carefully you pull the damp cloth aside and slide your fingers across her crotch, playing with her engorged love button. Miko convulses and moans loudly, gasps of pleasure replacing every other breath she takes. Hooking your arm around her slender waist, you begin exploring her entrance and gently prodding every inch of her inner walls. Each repeated motion you make with your fingers causes her to moan very indecently. You stop moving your fingers and let them sink inside her, allowing her to adjust to the new sensation.

“Can you hear my desire, Miko?” you murmur into her ear.

“…yes…” she moans.

You push your fingers deeper into her, causing her body to shake violently. You rotate your fingers inside her until she suddenly arches her back, and you mash your lips against hers as to silence her orgasmic cries. Then, gently you pull your soaked fingers out of her and cradle her, allowing her to sink in the afterglow. “What does it tell you?” you ask over her mouth.

“…love… it’s telling me that you desire to make love to me…” she mutters.

You turn her around, adjusting her position so that she’s comfortably resting upon you. “What do you want me to do?” you ask again.

“…please… make love to me…” She gasps appreciatively as you slip underneath her underwear and give her buttock a firm, yet gentle squeeze. You continue fondling her ass, each squeeze making her shudder and tremble. You kiss her once more, and she hooks her arms about you as the two of you start tonguing each other. The dampness on her crotch sets in again, and the warmth of her pussy causes your hips to involuntarily jerk upward, eliciting a lustful moan from her. “I… I don’t think I can wait,” she mutters over your mouth.

“Neither do I,” you pant.

Lifting her over your hips, you unzip your pants, freeing your twitching erection. You haul her on the ass and gently lay her on the grasses, and she shudders as you pull her drenched panties down her trembling legs. The heat that’s seeping out of her pussy as you position yourself between her thighs is intoxicating, but you resist every urge to plunge directly into her and settle with savouring her flushed face. “Do I have the permission?” you ask.

She nods, lifting her hand and placing it upon your cheek. “Yes, but please… be gentle. It’s my first time, after all.”

You kiss her forehead. “I’ll make sure you’ll cherish every second of it, Miko.” Straddling her hips with your arms, you gently prod her opening several times just to let her get used to the feeling of what to come. Then, confident that she can take it, you push all the way through, your rigid manhood opening and stretching her lower entrance to make it fit around you snugly. Your motion is met with a resistance, and you notice Miko writhing in pain when you continue pushing forward.

It appears you have found the last barrier of her virginity.

“This is going to hurt,” you inform her. “Are you ready?”

She nods, biting her lower lip and clenching her fists in preparation. You put pressure on her hymen, her face contorting in pain as it slowly gives way. A sharp inhale of breath is heard as the wall is broken down and your cock is fully embedded within her. Her lithe arms wrap around your back in tandem with a loud sigh of relief; you moan softly as her wet hole tightens around your hard length, and you return her embrace, slipping your arms into the space between her and the grasses.

The girl in your arms wiggles back and forth, pressing her pelvis up against your own. “It… feels so different, but good…” she whispers. Smiling to Miko, you lightly kiss her forehead and tighten your grip on her body, allowing your head to rest upon her shoulder. A content moan escapes her when you grind against her sloppy cunt. “…oh god, more,” she asks of you. You’re all too eager to answer to her desire, and you’re going to fulfil it until she’s thoroughly satisfied.

You draw back slightly and thrust into her virginal body. A loud slap of flesh, joined by a moan of pleasure, echoes across the lake garden. She arches her back and causes your head to slide from her shoulders. Her ample breasts are now pressed against your face; you lap and suck on her nipples, moving quickly back and forth between both of them. Miko gasps and groans loudly in sudden response to your tongue.

“Yes, yes…!”

You shift your position, allowing you to easier access her body. Your hands slide along her backside and support her body as you continue ravaging her breasts. She reaches up and grabs onto your shoulders, pulling herself off the grass. You sit back a bit, Miko now nearly upright on your crotch and straddling your body while you pump your cock into her. Her pussy contracts around your manhood and her breathing grows heavier.

“M-Mister Deion, I… I think I’m going to…” she calls out between breaths.

You kiss her lips briefly. “I know,” you reply, returning to her chest afterward. You’re getting close to that point yourself, your manhood twitching and throbbing eagerly inside of her warm snatch. A loud scream of pleasure rings out from Miko as her second orgasm passes through her. Your own groan follows shortly after, cum flowing from your rock-hard cock and staining the inside of her womb. She clings onto you for a while as her pussy seems to milk every drop of semen from your body.

Finally, Miko’s arms weaken and slip from your shoulders, dropping to her sides on the grass. You release her body and gently lay her down, and then carefully you slide out from between her body before you, too, drop onto the ground. A smile paints her face as you turn to her, and she nods wearily as you wrap your arms around her tired body. “Thank you,” she mutters.

“If you’re happy, I’m happy,” you reply.

She groans quietly, her appreciable breasts rising and falling as she breathes heavily. “Mister Deion, how do you like it to have another wife in your house?” she asks.

“Pardon?” you ask.

“You don’t seem to mind having all the girls as your wives. Well, maybe not all of them, but…” She places her hand upon your chest. “You do cherish them, don’t you?”

You gulp. You’re not sure how to answer her. Sure, she’s adorable and cuddly, but another addition in the house would be too much for you to handle, not to mention the risk of getting jealous glares from those energetic girls. Maybe you can get away with that, but you’d probably be caught red-handed if you do. “Sorry,” you eventually apologize. “Maybe my desire’s too straightforward for you.”

“There’s no need to apologize. Your desires are the clearest and the most honest I’ve ever read,” she whispers. “I wish people would be more honest with their desire.”

“I wish I could be honest with myself, Miko,” you laugh weakly. “With all the girls vying to get to me first, I’m not sure if I can appreciate their company.”

Miko kisses you, her lips forming a smile upon yours. “I shall be honest with you, Mister Deion. Your presence in the palace has brought not only happiness to Futo, but also to me. I shall let you know that both of us love you with all our hearts.”

“You can’t be serious, can’t you?” you ask.

“See? This is the problem with you. You know the girls love you, but you’re unable to bring yourself to return their feeling,” she replies. “You’re a natural-born lover, Mister Deion, you can’t deny it. Even if you don’t want to, every woman can tell that you have all the qualities of a lover they yearn to have.”

You hug her tightly. “I don’t know, Miko. Do I look like someone who can say ‘no’ to the girls?”

“They will listen to you,” she says as she hugs you in return. “Sure, they’ll be surprised, but they’ll understand.” She kisses you once more. “If you can’t do it for yourself, please do it for me and Futo.” You tighten your arms about her and lie on your side. She stares at you lovingly and closes her eyes, sighing softly as you kiss her parted lips. “Mister Deion?” she calls you again.

“Yeah?” you ask.

“You’re fine with threesome, aren’t you? How about the three of us share the same bed tonight? You, me and Futo, making sweet, tender love together under the starry sky,” she utters.

“I don’t know if Futo’s ready for a threesome,” you reply. “And what about Tojiko? It would be unfair to leave her behind while you and Futo are having fun, you know.”

“Oh, you don’t want to know her true colour once the door’s closed~” Miko giggles.

Soon both of you fall asleep, holding each other and basking under the gentle warmth of the sun…

-x-x-x-

For those curious about the dialogue, it was a reference to the very first chapter of this story when our MC’s decision to oblige to Yukari and donate to Reimu resulted in him and her having sex – and eventually, leading us to the wonderful life of a winemaker and being surrounded by dem waifus~ Also, congratulations, Anon! You have successfully added Miko into the list of “merry waifus~”
>> No. 30350
Heh, not bad, though I wonder what Miko means about Tojiko considering she's implied to be Miko's lover.

Though it sounds like plot is coming up and that Deion is still slow to accept his destiny.
>> No. 30364
And Miko finally gotten laid. What a fine to read this latest chapter. A bit of recalling for the first chapter.

I always find it weird for our Mr. Winemaker. He's already have a fairy, two minor goddesses, a Makai maid, a flower youkai, two monks who recently got laid and more as wives but he can't accept the idea of the Hakurei maiden as his wife?

Not to mention all of his wives are non-human.

And I like nympho Reimu. That side of her is only known to one male which is quite obvious who since he's the one who taken her virginity and lets her experiences pleasure under his hands and already ruined her for any other guys.

And I still rereading the first chapter from time to time. Still one of my favourites.
>> No. 30365
>>30364
There is this: Deion was her first and first impressions go a long way. I suspect Reimu might be trying to show emotion to him but not sure how to go about it.
>> No. 30366
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>Though it sounds like plot is coming up and that Deion is still slow to accept his destiny.
Come again? No, seriously, this part needs a bit of clarification.

>Not to mention all of his wives are non-human.
Yeah, well, that's the problem with Deion. Always unwittingly attracting women from other species.

The thing about him not wanting to have a Hakurei maiden as his wife (and why I didn't plan to make her a wife at first) is that it was supposed to be just a hot, gratitude sex between them. Also, the whole "Reimu is a nymph" was just what Deion thinks about Reimu after that "fateful night" and does not reflect overall opinions about her in general. If anything, he should revisit Reimu (maybe after he returns from Shinkai) and let her hear his thought about the whole affair. That, or seeking for advices from women with more experiences in this area.

Though if readers (like >>30364) doesn't mind seeing Reimu as a nympho I'm totally fine with that.

To >>30364 I'm glad that the first chapter is still one of your favourites.

>I suspect Reimu might be trying to show emotion to him but not sure how to go about it.
Let's just blame Aunties Mima and Yukari for "not teaching her the right way."
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This story bothers me. I don't dislike it, but it bothers me.

I think my problem is how easy it is. It rarely takes more than two posts for a girl Deion's just met to have sex with and fall in love with him. Skipping straight to sex is one thing, but repeatedly getting a new wives after spending less than a day with them is harder for me to accept. Makes it seem like Deion didn't really earn his harem.

Also, Deion strikes me as a hypocrite. He says he wants to have deep, fulfilling relationships and complains about how much sex he has, then turns around and screws people at the slightest opportunity. He doesn't do much to earn their affection, either. Women just seem to throw themselves at him for no good reason.

The writing quality is also questionable at times, but that's another matter.

I'm fully aware that I don't have to read this story, but I feel compelled to say this. I don't plan to be a nuisance.
>> No. 30371
>>30370

Cut him some slack bro, it's a dang porn story. There is absolutely no way you can write a harem porn story with a serious storyline.
>> No. 30372
>>30371
Not to mention this is in /at/, complaining about easy sex in /at/ is like bitching about tengu in /youkai/

>>30370
Did you actually read it or are you assuming off of a glance?
>> No. 30373
>>30370

If you want to read something that has building relationships at best and does not have sex scenes in every update, you might want to look at Moral's at story which centers around Aya, Momiji and Hatate.

SATA's might not have the building relationships part and effectively goes to sex scenes like every other smuts in existence but what I do appreciate about his story is that he certainly combines mostly normal fetishes in this and don't have over-the-top ones like MtG, The Beast, Reimu's Adventure and others. Sure, he does have something like a futa scene but that is only one time. If I remember correctly, MtG have futagirls and have Touhou girls pegging on the protagonist. Even The Beast story have the protagonist gotten penetrated in the butt several times as well.

I still commend SATA's efforts to keep on writing this even he doesn't have to when he's already have other things to write like LSL and Stardust Halley. What supposed to be a few short smuts experiments later on turns into full-blown story.

>>30366

You're welcome. What's not to like about that chapter considering it's the first chapter that changes Deion's life in Gensokyo and led him having more customer in that 'department'.

SATA, I would like to suggest fan-made characters like The Last Comer characters, Gorgon Sisters from Genius of Sappheiros and others to be included. Not like I really want you to add them but if you could write them, I'll be one very happy pervert. Gothic Lolita Jesus looks delicious. Hoping you're considering it.
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>>30373
>SATA, I would like to suggest fan-made characters like The Last Comer characters, Gorgon Sisters from Genius of Sappheiros and others to be included. Not like I really want you to add them but if you could write them, I'll be one very happy pervert. Gothic Lolita Jesus looks delicious. Hoping you're considering it.

No really what makes you think this is a good idea?
>> No. 30377
>>30373
>Even The Beast story have the protagonist gotten penetrated in the butt several times as well.
Brah, that happened a total of two times in the story, and the protag was not too keen on it either time.
>> No. 30382
>>30375

Well, just merely suggesting, that is all. That and I was extremely horny, so I wasn't thinking straight. Still, can't blame me for trying though. Some of those fan characters are interesting.

Oh well, if you think it's a bad idea, then I won't mention it again. I still don't see what's the problem.

>>30377

Well, it's enough for me to eventually not read again. Considering it already happened two times, you know what people say about three...
>> No. 30384
>>30373
True though Sata's scenes has a sense of caring in them usually, not just a quick fuck and acting like nothing happened.

>SATA, I would like to suggest fan-made characters like The Last Comer characters, Gorgon Sisters from Genius of Sappheiros and others to be included. Not like I really want you to add them but if you could write them, I'll be one very happy pervert. Gothic Lolita Jesus looks delicious. Hoping you're considering it.

Sorry this is not "hastily-made-Ocs.com" but "touhou-project.com". Please go back to fanfiction.net with your ideas; you'd have better luck there.

The OCs are not as interesting as ACTUAL characters and the issue is that this site is about TOUHOU characters.

>>30377
My issue with that is that it seems on the verge of abandoning what made it good to be something DEEPer.
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>came back from blood donators society meeting
>read all the comments after >>30366
>see picture

Seriously, guys, I don't know how to respond to all these feedbacks. I'm overwhelmed. Just don't start bitching about my story or anything else in here, will you?

Also, sorry for not actually updating, but I already have outlines for the next scene ready, so please wait patiently while it's being prepared.
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After a week of being out of the network, coupled with other problems, personal or not, I've managed to get back to writing. Which is kind of a good thing, because only today I have come across new Touhou girls and new scenes to write about. Hopefully, I can end Deion's trip to Shinkai with a not-so-brief exposure to Hopeless Masquerade.

Also, bumping from second page.
>> No. 30931
>>30926
While that sounds nice it'd be better to give things more time before introducing her as having her right at the end of the Sekkai(sp) arc would feel pretty tacked on.
>> No. 30934
Quite a while though. Nevertheless, good to hear that you're back for writing.

Waiting warmly~
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The piercing hit of sunbeam wakes you from a deep slumber. Groggily you open your eyes and find yourself staring into Miko’s lovely gaze. “Had a good sleep?” You lazily nod your head and threw your sight skyward. You didn’t think you’d oversleep all the way to evening, but apparently you did. As if it matters right now, as you get to enjoy the pinkish hue of the evening sky with this young woman. “It’s been a long day, isn’t it?” she asks.

“Yeah, it is,” you grumble tiredly. You careen your head to your side and notice that she’s lying on her back, looking at the same spot in the sky. She turns to you and smiles, and you smile back at her. After a while, she doesn’t peel her eyes off you, a cue that you almost miss. You haul her in, and no words are needed as you pull her head down, taking her lips in a soft kiss. It takes a few minutes before both of you break the kiss, and she smiles as she softly caresses your face.

“All women will be grateful to have you as their partner,” she mutters. “They don’t have to worry about having to wait, because you know what just they want.”

“What do you want me to do, then?” you ask.

“Do what’s only appropriate right now,” she replies, her voice almost taking on a commanding tone.

You’re not in the best position to object, so carefully you position her on top of you and bring your hand to rest upon her bottom. She moans appreciatively as you fondle her butt, her eyes becoming lustful and her back arching. You bring your hands upward and underneath her dress, and her smile turns blissful as you softly caress her breasts. You find her erect nipples and roll them between her fingers, causing her to throw her head backward. You smother her lips in a tightly sealed kiss and continue caressing her breasts, and she moans lustfully into your mouth as she lets herself be touched all over.

The distant sound of thunder breaks your concentration on pleasuring Miko. She whimpers in protest as you reluctantly let go off her, but as much as you want to make love to her it’s not a good idea to do so in foul weather. Holding her hand as tightly as you can, you make haste to the palace, and both of you barely make it to the front door when rain starts pouring down. “Thought it wouldn’t rain all the way to the next day,” Miko grumbles.

“It’s better to run for the shelter than to get caught in the rain. Though I don’t see why we shouldn’t walk in the rain once in a while.” In a fleeting second the image of Miko in wet, see-through dress emerges, and you struggle to get rid of the image before Miko notices it.

“Mister Deion… are you thinking of that again?” Her gaze narrows as she looks up at you. “How lewd. Wanting to see me wet and drenched up… you should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Uhh… I’m sorry for that?” you reply.

She laughs, and you can’t help laughing with her. “Apology accepted, Mister Deion, but please. Refrain yourself from such thought again, unless you want to see it live and exclusive~” Oh, boy, she’s making her move on you again. “Anyway, come. Let’s go to the hot spring. We should get properly cleaned before tonight’s dinner.”

“Please, lead the way.”

Both you and Miko head to the hot spring, help each other in getting the wet clothes off your body and take a dip in the refreshing hot water. There’s no need to usher, and you close your eyes in satisfaction, finally able to wash away all fatigue and whatnot. “Can I ask you something, Miko?” you ask, not even bothering to prevent Miko from cleaning your body. “What’s exactly your relationship with Futo and Tojiko?”

“You really want to know, Mister Deion? I thought it’s against the policy of a winemaker to know about his client’s private life,” she replies. You shudder at the delicate touch of her hands on your back, and have to remain still as she continues cleaning you.

“Hey, I was just curious. I won’t tell anybody else, I swear.”

“Hmm… I’ll answer the question, Mister Deion, but only if you wash my body.” She switches position and is now in front of you, her bare back being presented to you almost invitingly. You pull her close to you, your hands clasping her naked chest. A pleasant moan escapes her mouth as you gently massage her breasts, and her head rests comfortably upon your shoulder. Your left hand leaves her chest and removes the earmuffs, allowing you to wash her hair. “Tojiko and I were married in our past life.” You almost drop the soap. “Yes. I know you’d be surprised. Even though I’m the husband, so to speak, I still find it hard to swallow. I mean, for two women to marry each other? That was unheard of back in our time.” She shakes her head. “Politics, Mister Deion. It’s better that you not ask.”

“Alright, I won’t.” You run your fingers through her hair, scrubbing every inch of her scalp with gentleness and care. “What about Futo?”

“She’s a close friend, very close friend. In fact, apart from Tojiko, she’s the only person I can really rely upon on hard times.” She sighs in pleasure as you kiss the crook of her neck. “You’re asking me about my relationship with them, but what about you, Mister Deion? Have you ever thought of becoming committed to your partner?”

You give her soaped body a quick rinse. “What? Didn’t I tell you about it?”

“I’m not talking about your wives, Mister Deion. Why would you- oh.” She giggles. “I get it. You’re not ready to raise a family.” You raise an eyebrow over the statement. “Why, Mister Deion, I’m very sure your wives are craving to become a mother. I can already imagine it: Mister Deion the winemaker and his merry wives, raising children and enjoying their life under the sun~”

“Let’s… not talk about this, okay?” You hear the door sliding open. You and Miko turn your head to the door, and standing near the pool are Futo and Tojiko, already naked and getting ready to dip into the hot spring. “Ah, crap.”

“Hello, Futo, Tojiko, care to join?” Miko beckons.

“Uhh… we’re very sorry! We didn’t know both of you already came home!” Futo apologizes.

“Letting him wash your body without my permission? That’s so unfair, Miko,” Tojiko complains.

“So? What are you going to do about it?” Miko asks, almost as if challenging her.

“How about I do this?” Before you can react, Tojiko already pounces at you, pushing you out of the way and tackling Miko into the pool. Both of them emerge out of the water, and Miko has the look of horror on her face as Tojiko tightly wraps her arms around her.

“Stop! Tojiko, not in front of him- ahn!” A husky yelp escapes her mouth as Tojiko brazenly fondles her.

Tojiko glares at you. “What you think you’re going to do? Shoo, this is girls-only affair. Go play somewhere else.” You can only shake your head. Between the mortified Futo, who is on the brink of collapse (you’re not sure if it’s due to excessive heat or because of sheer embarrassment) and Tojiko shamelessly performing ‘physical examination’ on Miko, this is not the way to end this memorable evening.

-x-x-x-x-x-

Dinner later that night is a lively affair. With Seiga presenting herself in all her flair and brazenness it becomes obvious to you that they’re intending to make the gathering a precious memory, more so since it’s your last night with them. It’s also during dinner that Miko and her consorts express their desire to spend the night with you, and you, being a dutiful winemaker, are obliged to fulfil the request although you have naught an idea about their plan.

After sharing fancy stories about your adventures (added with teasing from Seiga about you marrying both Futo and Miko at the same time) you’re asked to leave the Dream Palace. Not wanting to disturb them and their preparation, you ask Seiga to accompany you while you wait for them at the promised location.

“Well, well, looks like they’re already vying for you,” Seiga says as both of you leave the palace.

“They’re my clients, it’s my duty to make sure they’re satisfied,” you answer.

“No, no, I think you’ve got it all wrong. They like you, especially Futo and Miko. Don’t say I didn’t notice they way they were looking at you. Besides, your eyes and face may say ‘no’ to me, lover boy, but your heart says ‘yes’ so loud I can hear it.” She snickers as she notices your reluctance. “Oh, come on now. I know you don’t want to break their heart, and I know deep within you want to treat them fairly.”

“Then what should I do?”

“Why! Just search your feeling, and accept it to be true!” She chuckles, and you’re slightly agitated when she squeezes your arm between her breasts. “Don’t worry, lover boy. If they turn you down, you always have me.” She seems to want to make her statement be heard because she kisses you, long, deep, hard and with lots of tonguing. “By the way, let’s do the wrapping thing again. I liked it when you did that~ ♥” she murmurs seductively.

“Maybe on the next visit, but definitely not tonight,” you tell her.

“Well, of course, they’re the most important,” she says.

You separate from Seiga and find your way to the lake. You sit down on the lakeside and look up to the night sky, not bothering to put a layer between you and the wet grass. You ponder about what Seiga said about Futo and Miko, and how they’d react to your confession. It isn’t going to be easy, but you know you have to try. It’s better to regret today than to regret in the future, and you will face the consequences no matter how harsh the outcome may be.

“Sorry for waiting.”

You turn to the direction of the voice. The sight that’s greeting you is nothing but breathtaking.

On the left is Tojiko, donning a bright green cheongsam with white trim. A red eagle and golden feathers dance across the fabric, their image somewhat distorted at where the dress curves outward to accommodate her amazing chest. Starting in the middle of her bust, a curved line of red rope-buttons runs up to her left shoulder. The dress splits at the sides near her waist, and the cloth runs all the way down to her ghostly tails, framed between her supernaturally bare and perfectly-sculpted legs. Her feet are tucked away into a pair of black heels, and only now you’ve realized how tall she is compared to the rest of the households.

Miko’s wearing an ornate, golden-yellow yukata, with a stylish yet detailed depiction of the branches of a fully-bloomed magnolia tree. The design covers the lower half of her outfit and her long, flowing sleeves, and there’s a similar depiction on the dark blue obi that’s fastened tightly around her waist. So tight that it’s immediately clear to you that she isn’t wearing anything underneath. Her breasts make a noticeable swell in the clothing, and you have to wonder if it less conceals her petite body than it highlights it. The yukata goes all the way down to her bare, shapely feet, which rest in a pair of brown clog sandals.

And yet nothing can prepare you for what you’re about to see next.

Standing between Miko and Tojiko is Futo, donning a black-and-white Gothic Lolita dress with enough frills to overthrow the queen of frills. Her legs are wrapped in a pair of thigh-high socks, the upper side of which barely reaches the lower side of the skirt, exposing just enough amount of skin. You’re absolutely at loss of words to express your thought over her dress of choice; more so since the dress actually makes her appear shorter than the rest of the girls. You can’t help feeling sorry for her, though; why on Earth did someone have to make her wear such attire?

“Don’t look at me,” Tojiko says, not looking too thrilled with the affair.

“Lord Miko, I… I don’t think this is a good idea to begin with,” Futo trembles, obviously trying to hide her embarrassment.

“Futo.” Miko gives the girl a soft kiss on the cheek. “We’ve known each other for… how many years again? Hundreds, right? Besides, he’s leaving tomorrow, and I doubt we can let him stay for a few more days.” She turns back to you. “What do you think, Mister Deion? Are you ready for a one-night stand with us?” she asks and spins around on her feet.

If you were so shameless, you would have pounced at Miko and ravaged her on the spot, making hot, passionate love to her until she succumbs to pleasure, but you refrain yourself from doing it. “I prefer the term ‘quality time’ but, seriously, why having to go through this?”

“Don’t you want us to spend your last night in Shinkai the way we all like?” she asks again.

“That’s not the problem, but…” You scratch your head. “Look, I understand your intention, and I thank you for that. But forcing me to choose? What have gotten into your mind?”

“We don’t mind taking turn, but we also like it if you take all of us instead~” Tojiko’s already folding her arms, Futo is looking at you while fiddling with her fingers, while Miko is staring both lovingly and expectantly at you. “Well?”

Decision, decision.
[ ] Futo.
[ ] Tojiko.
[ ] Miko.
[ ] Why must you choose, when you can have all of them?

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Sorry for the delay, but here it. I’m so sorry for taking cue from the certain scene with Meiling and Yuyuko.
>> No. 31056
[x] Why must you choose, when you can have all of them?
>> No. 31058
[X] Miko.
>> No. 31059
[X] Why must you choose, when you can have all of them?

It is a man's duty to show women a good time.
>> No. 31062
[x] Why must you choose, when you can have all of them?
>> No. 31074
[ ] Futo.

Archaic speech and sex is go!
>> No. 31096
[X] Miko
>> No. 31830
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I'm terribly sorry for the overextended delay in updating this story (as well as LSL and StHy) but the passing two weeks have been counterproductive for me. With Ramadhan passing away, I can now concentrate on completing this wall without any ill consequences, so please wait patiently for the finale of the Dream Palace arc.
>> No. 31869
>>31830
I see. Hope you're having a good fasting month. And Happy Eid al-Fitr.
>> No. 32149
>>32143
Welp I think I can hold off sleeping for an hour or so
>> No. 32155
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HELP ME SATA

YOUR FUTO HAS MADE ME FLAIL. IN REAL LIFE. FROM HER ADORABLENESS.

Also hot damn lips are not supposed to be swollen. Swollen lips implies beatings or something and are not sexy. You use full, luscious, erotic, sensual, ANYTHING BUT SWOLLEN WHEN YOU WRITE PORN.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY LIFE
>> No. 32157
Miko, Tojiko, Futo, Seiga... hm. I have to wonder where Yoshika has been all this time. Especially after hearing Yukari give her special mention.
>> No. 32181
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The sun looms high in the heavens as you head back to the place you call home. You’re not alone, however, as you have the company of Miko and her consorts. It’s more than convenient enough to have them as an escort, particularly since Miko informed you that she would be going to the human village after this. And there’s the issue of introducing them to your winery, as unlike Futo, neither Miko nor Tojiko knew anything about it.

“Here it is. My humble, lush and productive vineyard,” you speak as you arrive at home. “Sadly it is out of season, because I would have liked to invite everyone to gather the harvest.”

“Oh no, thanks for the concern,” Miko says dismissively. “And what about the structure over there? Does it have a purpose, too?”

“That’s the greenhouse. In case my business starts to fall, I’ll switch to gardening and tending flowers and herbs,” you answer.

You lead your lovely companions to the greenhouse. The first thing you notice when you walk into the structure is a pair of wings fluttering about near a strawberry shrub, along with singing voice from behind it. There’s no need to guess who, as the person in question shows itself – in gardening attire.

“Oh, it’s you!” Daiyousei jumps off the shrub and gives you a tackling hug. “Welcome home, dear. How was the trip?”

“Business as usual.” You hug her tightly and kiss her deeply. Daiyousei moans in delight and returns the kiss, pressing herself against you with very little regard of her dirty face. Realizing you have erred, you break the kiss and, with a sheepish smile, introduce her to your escort. “Daiyousei, I’d like you to meet Miko and Tojiko. They’re Futo’s friends.”

“Oh, so you’re Futo’s friends!” Daiyousei curtsies to them. “I’m terribly sorry for forgetting my manners. We often get carried away every time he comes back home, so please excuse us.”

“That’s alright. We’re used to it,” Miko says. It looks as if she has read both you and your fairy lover’s desire as she’s struggling to maintain a calm demeanour. “We’re planning to visit the human village after this, and thought it would be great to escort Mister Deion home.”

“Yeah, it’s not a big deal to us, since we’re married anyway,” Tojiko answers matter-of-factly, much to Miko’s and Futo’s embarrassment. “And I tell you, he’s really good,” she later adds foxily.

“I know, right?” Daiyousei giggles. “Oh? Are you leaving already? Won’t you stay for lunch with us? It would be rude to have you here and not invite you along, would it? Besides, we could sample some vintages together, if you like.”

Miko stares at you. You merely shrug off your shoulders. Then she turns to Tojiko and Futo. They both nod. “Oh, very well,” she sighs and smiles to Daiyousei. “But I’d like to have a glass of champagne, if you will.”

“Certainly, with all my pleasure!” It seems Daiyousei has learned the trick of the trade from you, and she’s not shy of using each of them. You have to remind yourself to reward her nicely for the effort after this. “Please, everyone, this way- oh?”

“What is it, Daiyousei?” you ask.

“You.” Daiyousei points forward. You and everyone else follow the direction of her pointer toward… Futo? “Yes, you.”

“Me?” Futo asks in bewilderment. “Is there anything wrong with me, Miss Daiyousei?”

“Yes, it is.” She walks past Miko and Tojiko and surprises everyone by pulling Futo into her arms. “You. Are. So. Terribly. Cute,” she mutters and rubs her cheek against Futo’s face after each word. “I’m taking you home right now.”

“W-what?” She squeals when Daiyousei carries her in her arms and speeds off to your cottage. The rest of you can only look at the unexpected development in bewilderment, before Miko decides to give them a chase. It’s only after everyone is inside does the truth begin to reveal itself…

…and it’s a pleasant surprise.

Futo is wearing what looks like a variation of Daiyousei’s dress with high-cut skirt; Daiyousei is posing for you in Kogasa’s signature attire, while Kogasa prances around in Futo’s Taoist outfit.

“H-help me…” is all the mortified Futo can mutter as she attempts to cover her modesty.

“Hello, Mister Winemaker!” Kogasa greets and throws a V sign at you.

“Surprised? I bet you do,” Daiyousei asks while spinning on her foot. “So, how do we look?”

“It seems Futo will be staying with you for quite a long time, Mister Deion,” Miko remarks amusedly.

“Lucky guy,” Tojiko teases.

You’re in despair.

-x-x-x-x-

Two months have passed since Halloween. The weather has started to change, and with most trees having shed all their leaves, winter is just around the corner. Preparations for the upcoming season have been made early on, and you remind yourself to thank Yukari for ‘manipulating’ the weather around your property, allowing the vineyard to survive the cold environment. It does come with unexpected consequences, though, such as when Reimu and Yumeko came over and asked whether you were responsible for ‘an anomaly’ they detected near your land.

It doesn’t really matter. All is fine in this world, and you’re feeling good. With Daiyousei and Futo by your side, and the occasional Kogasa paying you her surprise visit you can’t be asking for anything more than this.

Right?

“Mister Deion?” Futo’s gentle voice wakes you up from your daydream. You outstretch your limbs and gets up from the lazy chair. “Miss Daiyousei told me to remind you about the wine cellar inspection.”

“I thought that’s her job today,” you say.

“She is, but she said she has to look after the fairies at the greenhouse,” Futo informs.

Fairies? Oh, that’s right. Because of Yukari’s weather manipulation, fairies that are not suited for cold environment are gathered in the greenhouse, and it has created quite a ruckus. Fortunately Daiyousei has come up with a plan, and you don’t have to worry about them thrashing the greenhouse with her keeping them in check.

“Hang on. Give me a few minutes.” You return from your room with the checklist and head to the underground cellar with Futo. It’s surprising how quickly she adapts to her new home, and how she gets acquainted with Daiyousei despite the latter’s tendency to use her as living mannequin. In fact, you’re quite pleased to see her wearing casual clothes, something that’s out of her norm as a Taoist.

“I… I never thought to spend my time with you in this house,” Futo speaks timidly as you begin doing the checklist. “Well, I do get to learn a thing or two from you, but…”

“You want to go back to Shinkai today?” you ask. “Do you miss Miko and Tojiko already?”

“No, that’s not what I mean!” Futo protests. “I mean… yes, I do miss them at this point.

“Futo.” You put down the checklist and pull her into your arms. You lift her face and bend down as to kiss her. The kiss deepens, and Futo parts her lips as to allow you access to her mouth. One of your hands crawl down her shivering body and slides underneath her skirt. You run your hand along the underside of her left thigh, and an erotic gasp escapes her mouth when you prod the back of her knee. She tightly hugs you, endlessly mashing her lips against yours, seemingly desperate to give herself to you.

“Mister Deion…” she mutters breathlessly between kisses.

“Yes, Futo?” you ask.

She looks up at you. There’s a hint of worry and loneliness in her gaze. Oh, great, it’s your major weakness. “Don’t you want me to be with you?” she asks sulkily.

“What? Of course not!” You hug her even tighter than before. “I’m more than happy to have you with me.

She sighs happily and rests her head upon your chest. “Thank you, Mister Deion…” With no regards of taking inventory, you’re just content with cuddling Futo. Hell, you could do this for the entire day, and nobody would even care.

Until you sense an anomaly nearby.

“Futo.” You let go off Futo, who’s reluctant to be pushed away from you. It’s understandable; you can fix that later today. “Do me a favour and go meet Daiyousei. Tell her to prepare some meal.”

“Is there something wrong, Mister Deion?” she asks.

You, then, glance over to your right. “Just give me a few minutes. I’ll catch up with you.”

Confused at first, Futo obliges and takes her leave. With her finally out of the underground cellar, you can finally focus your attention on this ‘anomaly’.

[ ] It sounds like someone’s taking pictures from behind the wine rack.
[ ] Something is sticking out its butt at the corner.
[ ] Your subconscious sense is tingling. With great force.
[ ] There’s a flying object lurking nearby. And it’s undefined.
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>>32155
I AM SO, SO, TERRIBLY SORRY;_;orz Seriously, thanks for the compliment, though. I appreciate it~

As usual, another checklist before we get to the actual story. And I have to remind everyone that the next scene/session (as far as the votes above are concerned) takes place before Hopeless Masquerade, meaning that we won’t be meeting The Expressive Poker Face anytime soon. Unless I can come up with an excuse and have her appear early on.

Makai
+ Shinki
+ Yuki
+ Mai
+ Yumeko**

+ Luize (missed the chance, was not present)
+ Sara (missed the chance, was not present)

Mugenkan/Sunflower Field
+ Orange
+ Elly
+ Kurumi
+ Yuuka**[/s]
+ Mugetsu & Gengetsu

Other PC-98s
+ Yumemi
+ Chiyuri
+ Kana
+ Kotohime
+ Rikako
+ Rika
+ Sariel
+ Elis
+ Yuugenmagan
+ Kikuri
+ Meira

Hakurei Shrine
+ Reimu**
+ Mima

+ Suika
+ Kasen
+ Kokoro

Forest of Magic
+ Marisa
+ Alice
+ Shanghai & Hourai
+ Rumia
+ Mystia
+ Wriggle
+ Tokiko
+ Sunny Milk, Luna Child, Star Sapphire
+ Reina


Misty Lake
+ Cirno
+ Daiyousei**
+ Letty

Scarlet Devil Mansion
+ Meiling
+ Koakuma
+ Patchouli
+ Sakuya
+ Fairy maids
+ Remilia
+ Flandre

Human Village
+ Keine
+ Akyuu
+ Kosuzu

Mayohiga
+ Chen
+ Ran
+ Yukari

Hakugyokurou
+ Lily White
+ Lyrica
+ Merlin
+ Lunasa
+ Youmu
+ Yuyuko

Bamboo Forest of the Lost
+ Reisen
+ Tewi
+ Eirin
+ Kaguya
+ Mokou

Higan
+ Komachi
+ Shikieiki**

+ Lily Black
+ Medicine

Youkai Mountain
+ Shizuha**
+ Minoriko
+ Hina**

+ Nitori
+ Momiji
+ Aya
+ Hatate
+ Sanae
+ Kanako
+ Suwako

Chireiden
+ Yamame**
+ Kisume
+ Parsee
+ Yuugi
+ Satori
+ Rin
+ Zombie fairies
+ Utsuho
+ Koishi

Myouren Temple
+ Nazrin
+ Kogasa**
+ Ichirin
+ Murasa
+ Shou
+ Byakuren
+ Nue
+ Mamizou
+ Kyouko

Celestial Realm/Dragon Palace
+ Iku
+ Tenshi

Dream Palace Great Mausoleum
+ Yoshika (M.I.A.)
+ Seiga
+ Tojiko
+ Futo**
+ Miko**


Others
+ Renko
+ Maribel
+ Hakurei Miko

DDC Cast (no idea where they’re located)
+ Wakasagihime
+ Sekibanki
+ Kagerou
+ Benben
+ Yatsuhashi
+ Seija
+ Shinmyoumaru
+ Raiko

Girls marked with double asterisks indicate that they are, as far as this story goes, waifus. I bet everyone’s surprised to have Kogasa as our waifu~
>> No. 32183
[X] Something is sticking out its butt at the corner.

This is the only vague one - therefore I want to see who's behind door number two. Let's open the mystery box!
>> No. 32184
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[ ] Something is sticking out its butt at the corner.

>Mystery Box

No other choice. Got to pick it. Might win a Nice boat in it.
>> No. 32185
[X] Something is sticking out its butt at the corner.

Looks like Aya, Koishi and Nue will just have to wait.
>> No. 32186
[x] It sounds like someone’s taking pictures from behind the wine rack.

Tengu option is always best option.
>> No. 32187
[x] Something is sticking out its butt at the corner.

>Aya, Kogasa and Nue

Oh god, my three favorites. Why would you make me choooose!?
>> No. 32188
[ ] There’s a flying object lurking nearby. And it’s undefined.
>> No. 32191
[X] There’s a flying object lurking nearby. And it’s undefined.
>> No. 32194
[X] There’s a flying object lurking nearby. And it’s undefined.

Racing toward that UFO romance in the night sky...
>> No. 32196
[x] It sounds like someone’s taking pictures from behind the wine rack.

Tengu, gotta love a girl with wings.
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It was a tough race, but the mystery option won by a margin of one vote. Let's open the box and see what's inside~

>Oh god, my three favorites. Why would you make me choooose!?
I'm so sorry! ;_;orz

>Racing toward that UFO romance in the night sky...
I see what you did there.
>> No. 32207
[X] There’s a flying object lurking nearby. And it’s undefined.
>> No. 32211
Gods, that wall is too much for me. Wow, so tired.

That was well worth the wait.
>> No. 32335
I realized something relooking at this: Shikieiki's got Waifu status.
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[c] Something is sticking out its butt at the corner.



……

………

A robbery? Performed right under your nose? In broad daylight? And performed by a girl, on top of that? Someone must have the nerve to pull out the heist and let it be known by you. Whatever the reason, that someone is picking the wrong person to steal from. So you peek from behind the shelf as the culprit is bending over near a barrel.

And you find yourself staring at that wiggling butt. Damn, if you were so shameless, you would have tapped it right away, (and tap it hard) but you’re way too dignified for that.

One thing is for sure: she’s so busy checking the content of the barrel that she doesn’t notice you standing right behind her. You tiptoe toward her, take aim at her arm-

“A-hah! I have caught you, thief!!!”

-and pull her away from the barrel.

“Eep!!”

A realization dawns upon you. You’ve just captured Gensokyo’s infamous kleptomaniac. And for some reason, you’re not pleased with your success.

“Eh-heh, hello?” Marisa greets you. “I’m kind of busy right now. Can’t you see?”

“Clearly, you need to be punished for trespassing,” you speak and tighten your grab on her wrists, but not too tight that you end up hurting her. “Give me ten reasons why I should let you go, before I turn you in to the authorities.”

“Hey, you’re hurting me! Let go,” she protests.

“Not until you answer my question,” you hiss and press her up against the wall. “Now, would you kindly-” You hear footsteps coming from upstairs, and you turn around to see Daiyousei and Futo walking into the cellar. “Good timing. Look what I have caught.”

“And I was wondering why you left the windows open up there,” Daiyousei remarks.

“Hi, guys. Hope you don’t mind me paying you a visit,” Marisa greets them.

It occurs to you that you’re holding her in a position most would instantly call ‘compromising.’ She doesn’t seem to be bothered by you holding her like this; in fact, she’s making all sort of whimpering voice as if to make her appear vulnerable. You quickly let go off her before Daiyousei and Futo get a wrong idea over the situation.

“Goddamn, that hurts a lot,” Marisa utters and shakes her wrists. “Be nice to me, okay? It’s not that I’m going to steal everything in you place.”

“And what brings you here to my place?” you ask.

“To learn about vintages, that’s what,” she replies.

“And what do YOU know about vintages?” you ask again.

“Uh… I don’t know,” she replies.

“Then why were you sneaking in to my winery?” you press on.

“Because I don’t know about vintages, okay? That’s why,” she answers.

“Miss Marisa, please be honest with us. Did you intend to steal the wine?” Daiyousei asks.

“Stealing is bad, and you should feel bad for it,” Futo adds.

“If you don’t want to tell me, fine. But can you do the same to them? I bet you can’t,” you say.

“I…” After a very long pause, she groans and throws her hands upward. “Okay, okay! I planned to take some of his wine and brought them back to my house for my experiment. Satisfied?”

“See? Things would’ve been easier if you could just confess,” you add.

“What else you wanted me to do? Ask? Oh, no, that’s not my policy,” Marisa replies in her defence. “Besides, can’t we just settle everything right now and give me this barrel?” she continues and takes a whiff of its content’s scent. “It smells nice, too. I like it already.”

She has to be kidding. The particular barrel she was peeking in contains your own brand of wine, the result of trial and error that goes several years back. Winemakers have had a tradition of creating their own signature vintage, and it’s a closely guarded secret that they will have to kill to protect. You’re one of those winemakers, and you’re not going to let anyone have their hand at your secret recipe. Not especially to her.

“No.” You fold your arms.

“What! No sharing?” she asks.

“I can do that, but I have to kill you,” you reply.

“Not even a glass? Or a drop?” she suggests.

“Or I could tell Reimu that you broke in.” That does the trick, because it instantly silences her, but now you’ve earned a scornful look from her.

“No fair telling her!” she protests.

“What? It’s your fault that you tried to steal from me,” you point.

“It’s not that I can go and ask you for some,” she grumbles.

You have an idea. You excuse yourself for a while and take Daiyousei and Futo as you walk away from her. You, then, lay out what’s inside your head while keeping an eye over Marisa to make sure she doesn’t escape – or try to.

“That’s a great plan, dear. She could become your next customer, too,” Daiyousei says.

“But Miss Daiyousei, are you sure you’re fine with letting him go with her?” Futo asks.

“I’d rather not have someone trying to steal my wines, thank you very much. So, do you agree with this plan?” Daiyousei and Futo nod in unison. “Fair enough. Let’s hope Marisa agrees with us.” You and your companions return to Marisa. “Alright, Marisa. You want to learn about vintages?”

She pumps her hand. “You bet I do!”

“Fair enough. Daiyousei, Futo, go upstairs and prepare the kit. I’ll catch up with you later.” You look back at Marisa. “I’m going to your house. There’s no point in teaching you in this crime scene.”

“Pfft, you’re so uptight, you know,” she scoffs.
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Deep in the Forest of Magic, you find yourself standing in front of the normal-looking house, covered in vines and other vegetation. This is Marisa’s home, as far as you can tell, and you don’t get why a girl like her chooses to avoid the society and leads a solitary life. There are dirt roads leading to it from several directions, meaning that it isn’t exactly out of people’s reach, though you suspect Marisa has another reason.

“I know, I know, it’s not as fancy as your luxurious home. Go ahead, make me feel jealous at you,” Marisa says.

“You’re trying to pick a fight from me, aren’t you?” you remark dryly.

“What? Can’t take a bit of joke, eh? Relax, I’m not in the mood to mess your day.” She opens the door and invites you in. “Come on in. The weather’s going to change soon, and I’m not going to be responsible if you get caught in the storm.”

You walk in, and it becomes apparent that you’re walking into an unkempt warehouse rather than home. Any visitors who stepped inside would immediately notice many items that are crammed in, sprawled out on the floor in piles and mountains. This is the definition of untidy, and you begin to question your decision of coming to her place.

“This place could really need some cleanup,” you comment.

“I’m too lazy, go ahead and do it for me,” Marisa replies and jumps over a pile of books. “Over here. I want to show you something.” You follow her to a spot deeper in the house. There’s a table, and scattered on it are flasks and test tubes of various size and colour. “When I told everyone at your place about my experiment, this is the one I’m talking about.”

“What kind of experiment?” you ask and take a sniff from one of the flasks. You suddenly feel sick and step away from the table. “What the hell is this?” you groan while forcing yourself not to vomit.

“I’m working on a new type of potion,” she explains. “You see, every time we’re engaged in a danmaku fight, there’s always the tendency of the fight to drag on for an hour or more. It can be exhausting, even for seasoned experts like me.”

“I can’t see how that relates to this,” you point.

“The potion works by giving me instant energy boost. I’ve had field tests with it, too, and to be frank… it works.” She takes the flask and inhales its content. Like what happened to you earlier, she cringes in discomfort and puts the flask back on the table. “Can you imagine drinking it and trying not to get knocked out by its smell while at the same time you’re dodging many bullets being shot at your face? And the taste… oh god, the taste. Don’t even get me started with it.”

“If it doesn’t break, why bother fixing it?” you ask.

“You think?!” she replies. “I have delicate tongue and nose, and I’m not going to ruin them by drinking this potion every single damn time.. Jeez, I can’t even imagine how folks before my time managed to survive on these stuffs…”

She cleans the table afterwards and invites you to the kitchen. You follow her footsteps, avoiding more items that are supposed to be sorted and organized. You find yourself staring right at her butt, and right away you’re having a mental picture on how firm it is underneath the skirt. It must surely feel nice to grab, squeeze or knead them in your hands, as you take your time to explore those fine assets, shaped and sculpted from years of riding the broom. You’re so busy pretending to not notice her ass that you didn’t notice Marisa looking back at you, or the grin on her face.

“What is it?” you ask and put your belongings on the table.

“You’re Deion, right? Reimu told me a lot about you. I’m very curious,” she says as you put your belongings on the table.

“Did she say anything else?” you ask while uncorking a bottle and pouring its content into a glass.

“Not if I can remember. Oh, she did ask me why you didn’t visit her for the past few weeks.” There’s a clearly impish look in her eyes as she glances at you. “Did something happen between you? Reimu I know wouldn’t even be concerned about a guy, much less an outsider.”

“Is there a problem with that?” You cough and change the topic. “Anyway, why would a magician want to acquire information about winemaking?”

“Come on! You didn’t answer my question. What happened between you and Reimu? Just tell me, I promise I won’t bite.” You relent and speak the usual, but not mentioning sex for the fear of misunderstanding. She pauses for a while, and then laughs before punching you on the arm. “You could just tell her right away! Are you afraid that she might reject you? What are you, chicken?” she asks and snatches the glass off your hand. She finishes the wine in a gulp and returns the glass to you. “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Damn, if only those potions taste as good as this wine.”

Finally you get the gist of the situation. “That’s the problem? You want your potions to smell and taste good?” you ask.

“I can’t make them unbearably bitter for the rest of my life! Well, okay, sure, the best medicine isn’t always the sweetest, but what if someone wants to buy my potions and later throws them away because they taste awful?” she asks.

“That doesn’t mean you had to break into my winery,” you reply.

Her eyes glitter. It’s as if she’s expecting you to come up with the reply. “Clearly, you know nothing about this ordinary magician,” she replies and clicks her lips once. “Besides, I know nothing about winemaking. That’s why I wanted to learn from you.”

You’re slightly bothered when she presses you to the table, almost knocking your belonging off to the floor. With her body. More specifically, the part of her body you’d wanted to tap. “Right. And the next thing I know, you decide to raid my property and steal everything,” you add, struggling to maintain a cool attitude. She grins at the reply and shifts her body, causing her oh-so-alluring ass to rub up and down your legs. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’ve been thinking if you could help me with my research! I could give you something in return to enjoy with, if you like,” she answers.

You groan silently. Gosh, the feeling of her ass on your crotch is phenomenal. How nice it would be to have your hand underneath her skirt and cop a feel of her amazing underside, caressing and massaging it while she moans in pleasure. “What kind of thing?” you ask.

“You know! Things that you want to do while getting stuck here due to snowstorm,” she answers and points at the window. You follow the direction of her finger, and notice it’s started to snow outside. “I bet you don’t want to get lost out there while trying to find your way home, so why don’t you stay with me for a while?” she suggests.

“I don’t know,” you reply. “I’m afraid we’d end up doing something not according to plan.”

Marisa chuckles and presses herself against you even harder. “Oh, aren’t we~?”

The atmosphere is getting dangerously hot in here.

What to do about this burglar ordinary magician?
[ ] Attempt diplomacy. If that fails…
- [ ] Sexy punishment.
- [ ] “Sexy” punishment.
- [ ] Not-so-sexy punishment.
- [ ] Not-sexy-at-all punishment.
- [ ] Don’t punish her. Leave her frustrated and see how she reacts.
[ ] Force herself off you. You’re here to teach her about winemaking, remember?
[ ] RAGEQUIT.
[ ] Other options?
>> No. 32751
>>31052

I decided to redo the "final night scene" since the one I wrote was very unsatisfactory. So here it is: a massive rewrite of that fateful scene. Brace for incoming walls, everyone.

The piercing hit of sunbeam wakes you from a deep slumber. Groggily you open your eyes and find yourself staring into Miko’s lovely gaze. “Had a good sleep?” You lazily nod your head and threw your sight skyward. You didn’t think you’d oversleep all the way to evening, but apparently you did. As if it matters right now, as you get to enjoy the pinkish hue of the evening sky with this young woman. “It’s been a long day, isn’t it?” she asks.

“Yeah, it is,” you grumble tiredly. You careen your head to your side and notice that she’s lying on her back, looking at the same spot in the sky. She turns to you and smiles, and you smile back at her. After a while, she doesn’t peel her eyes off you, a cue that you almost miss. You haul her in, and no words are needed as you pull her head down, taking her lips in a soft kiss. It takes a few minutes before both of you break the kiss, and she smiles as she softly caresses your face.

“Every woman in this world will be grateful to have you as their partner,” she mutters. “They don’t have to worry about having to wait, because you know what just they want.”

“What do you want me to do, then?” you ask.

“Do what’s only appropriate right now,” she replies.

You’re not in the best position to object, so carefully you position her on top of you and bring your hand to rest upon her bottom. She moans appreciatively as you fondle her ass, her eyes becoming lusty and her back arching in response to the touch. You bring your hands upward and underneath her dress, and her smile turns blissful as you softly caress her breasts. You find her erect nipples and roll them between her fingers, causing her to throw her head backward. You smother her lips in a tightly sealed kiss and continue caressing her breasts, and she moans lustfully into your mouth as she lets herself be touched all over.

The distant sound of thunder breaks your concentration on Miko. She whimpers in protest as you reluctantly let go off her, but as much as you want to make love to her it’s not a good idea to do so in foul weather. Holding her hand as tightly as you can, you make haste to the palace, and both of you barely make it to the front door when rain starts pouring down. “Thought it wouldn’t rain all the way to the next day,” Miko grumbles.

“It’s better to run for the shelter than to get caught in the rain. Though I don’t see why we shouldn’t walk in the rain once in a while.” In a fleeting second the image of Miko in wet, see-through dress emerges, and you struggle to get rid of the image before Miko notices it.

“Mister Deion… are you thinking of that again?” Her gaze narrows as she looks up at you. “How lewd. Wanting to see me wet and drenched up… you should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Uhh… I’m sorry for that?” you reply.

She laughs, and you can’t help laughing with her. “Apology accepted, Mister Deion, but please. Refrain yourself from such thought again, unless you want to see it live and exclusive~” Oh, boy, is she making her move again? “Anyway, come. Let’s go to the hot spring. We should get properly cleaned before tonight’s dinner.”

“Please, lead the way.”

Both you and Miko head to the hot spring, and dip in the refreshing hot water after discarding your wet clothes. There’s no need to usher, and you close your eyes in satisfaction, finally able to wash away all fatigue and whatnot. “Can I ask you something?” you ask. “What exactly is your relationship with Futo and Tojiko?”

“You really want to know, Mister Deion? I thought it’s against the policy of a winemaker to know about his client’s private life,” she replies.

You shudder at the delicate touch of her hands on your back, and have to remain still as she starts cleaning you. “Hey, I was just curious. I won’t tell anybody else, I swear.”

“Hmm… alright, I’ll answer the question, but only if you wash my body.” She switches position and is now in front of you, her bare back being presented to you almost invitingly. A pleasant moan escapes her mouth as you clasp her breasts, and her head rests comfortably upon your shoulder as you begin fondling her. Your left hand leaves her chest and removes the earmuffs, allowing you to wash her hair. “Tojiko and I were married in our past life.” You almost drop the soap. “Yes. I know you’d be surprised. Even though I’m the husband, so to speak, I still find it hard to swallow. I mean, for two women to marry each other? That was unheard of back in our time.” She shakes her head. “Politics, Mister Deion. It’s better that you not ask.”

“Alright, I won’t.” You run your fingers through her hair, scrubbing every inch of her scalp with gentleness and care. “What about Futo?”

“She’s a close friend, very close friend. In fact, apart from Tojiko, she’s the only person I can really rely upon on hard times.” She sighs in pleasure as you kiss the crook of her neck. “You’re asking me about my relationship with them, but what about you, Mister Deion? Have you ever thought of becoming committed to your partner?”

You give her soaped body a quick rinse. “What? Didn’t I tell you about it?”

“I’m not talking about your wives, Mister Deion. Why would you- oh.” She giggles. “I get it. You’re not ready to raise a family.” You raise an eyebrow over the statement. “Why, Mister Deion, I’m very sure your wives are craving to become a mother. I can already imagine it: Mister Deion the winemaker and his merry wives, raising children together and enjoying their life under the sun~”

“Let’s… not talk about this, okay?” You hear the door sliding open. You and Miko turn your head to the door, and standing near the pool are Futo and Tojiko, already naked and getting ready to dip into the hot spring. “Ah, crap.”

“Hello, Futo, Tojiko, care to join?” Miko beckons.

“Uhh… we’re very sorry! We didn’t know both of you already came home!” Futo apologizes.

“Letting him wash your body without my permission? That’s so unfair, Miko,” Tojiko complains.

“So? What are you going to do about it?” Miko asks, almost as if challenging her.

“How about I do this?” Before you can react, Tojiko already pounces at you, pushing you out of the way and tackling Miko into the pool. Both of them emerge out of the water, and Miko has the look of horror on her face as Tojiko tightly wraps her arms around her.

“Stop! Tojiko, not in front of him- ahn!” A husky yelp escapes her mouth as Tojiko brazenly fondles her.

Tojiko glares at you. “What you think you’re going to do? Shoo, this is girls-only affair. Go play somewhere else.” You can only shake your head. Between the mortified Futo, who is on the brink of collapse (you’re not sure if it’s due to excessive heat or because of sheer embarrassment) and Tojiko shamelessly performing ‘physical examination’ on Miko, this is not the way to end this memorable evening.

-x-x-x-x-x-

Dinner later that night is a lively affair. With Seiga presenting herself in all her flair and brazenness it becomes obvious to you that they’re intending to make the gathering a precious memory, more so since it’s your last night with them. It’s also during dinner that Miko and her consorts express their desire to spend the night with you, and you, being a dutiful winemaker, are obliged to fulfil the request although you have naught an idea about their plan.

After sharing fancy stories about your adventures (added with teasing from Seiga about you marrying both Futo and Miko at the same time) you’re asked to leave the Dream Palace for a couple of hours. Not wanting to disturb them and their preparation (though you did ask them why they would take that long), you ask Seiga to accompany you while you head to the lake.

“Well, well, looks like they’re already vying for you,” Seiga says.

“They’re my clients, it’s my duty to make sure they’re satisfied,” you answer.

“No, no, I think you’ve got it all wrong. They like you, especially Futo and Miko. Don’t say I didn’t notice it. Besides, your eyes and face may say ‘oh no’ to me, but your heart says ‘oh yes’ so loud I can hear it.” She snickers as she notices your reluctance. “Oh, come on. I know you don’t want to break their heart, and I know deep within you want to treat them fairly.”

“Then what should I do?”

“Why! Just search your feeling, and accept it to be true!” She chuckles, and you’re slightly agitated when she squeezes your arm between her breasts. “Don’t worry, lover boy. If they turn you down, you always have me.” She seems to want to make her statement be heard because she kisses you, long, deep, hard and with lots of tonguing. “By the way, let’s do the wrapping thing again. I liked it when you did that,” she murmurs seductively.

“You want me to do it again?” you ask.

“Why, we have more than enough time for that~ ♥” she answers.

“Right. And I have to worry about pleasing them for the entire night,” you reply dryly.

Giggling, Seiga takes your hand and heads to her home. As you arrive, she leads you to her room and immediately pins you against the wall. She, then, assaults your mouth with hungry kisses, and moans deeply when you grope her ass. She lets go off you and plant more kisses on your face and neck before pulling slightly away from you.

“Don’t make me wait, lover boy~”

You grin at her and pull the shawl from behind her. You turn around, press her up against the wall and lift her arms over her head. “Well, I do hope you don’t mind getting wrapped up once again.” She moans approvingly and wiggles her body, as if inviting you to do exactly just that. You take one end of the shawl and tie it around her wrists, then slowly wrap the long piece of cloth down her arms and to her upper body. You carry her to bed and continue wrapping the shawl, this time around her body and legs down to her ankle. You repeat the procedure upward, and by the time you’re finished, the shawl’s covered almost her entire body, with only her head and breasts left exposed. You can’t help wondering if you’re overdoing it this time, but she doesn’t seem to be in discomfort.

“I think you’re going to be an expert in doing this, you know,” Seiga mutters.

“If that’s a compliment, I don’t know what to say,” you answer.

She giggles and wiggles once again, trying to loosen the shawl. It doesn’t work, obviously, and she moans in a mixture of distress and lust as she looks up at you. “Mmh… please unwrap me, lover boy~” she pleads.

You loom over her, taking a moment to examine your handiwork. Your head lowers, and your lips lock with her as you deeply kiss her. She shudders underneath you, and moans in pleasure as you fondle her breasts. You descend toward her chest and leisurely take one of her nipples in your mouth, licking it until it hardens. You let go off her breasts and focus on untying the knot on her waist, and you grin playfully as you slowly, so slowly undo the shawl. She moans yet again as you plant featherlike kisses upon her now-exposed thighs, but then a high-pitched squeal escapes her mouth when you prod the back of her knee.

“No… anywhere but there…” You ignore her plea and lift her leg off the grass, and she screams loudly as you press your lips on the sensitive area. With your face close to her crotch, her feminine scent quickly overpowers your sense of smell, and without a second thought you immediately dive in and devour her pussy.

“Yes!!!”

Seiga moans and writhes about, her body convulsing uncontrollably as you feast yourself upon her nether-lips. Your pants start to tighten, and the longer you keep eating her, the tighter it becomes. Without even bothering to unwrap the remaining shawl, you pull down the zipper and take out your erection. You bring the tip of your erect cock at her lower entrance, and with a single push, you’re embedded deep inside her. Seiga wraps her freed legs around your hips as to push you even deeper, and moans loudly as you’re fully embedded inside her.

“Oh, yes! Yes!! Fuck me!”

Mercilessly you pound into her, fast, deep and hard, each thrust making your lover scream even louder than before. Your mouth meets hers in another kiss, feeding each other’s lust as the passion grows stronger. After a while you let go off her and change position, making her ass stick out at you.

“Fuck me, lover boy! Fuck me hard from behind!”

You get behind her, push back in and pump your throbbing hard cock in and out of her tight pussy. Your hands are on her breasts, vigorously groping them while her hands are clasped upon yours, as if she’s urging you to fondle her harder. You lean forward and turn her head, once again kissing her deeply.

“Oh, god! Oh god! I’m coming! Make me come hard, oooohh!!”

Hearing her talk this indecently brings you closer to your release. Just as you feel yourself losing yourself, you move your hand down, spread open her lower lips and find her hard clit. You give it a squeeze, and in an instant her body stiffens as she cries out in a violent orgasm. The feeling of her tight walls squeezing around your cock triggers your own orgasm, and she moans even more when you shoot your load inside her, filling her aching womb with hot, thick semen.

Even after the orgasm ends, she’s still milking you, seemingly unwilling to let you go yet. It seems to last for eternity before she finally pushes you off and crawls away from you, thick trails of cum dripping out of her nether-lips. You pull her back toward you and kiss her generously, hearing her moan in your mouth. Then you follow up with nibbles upon her neck and shoulders, licking every inch of her sweaty skin, making her giggle, but then she pushes you off her and pin you down on the mattress.

“You’ve been a very bad, bad boy,” Seiga mutters huskily as she grabs your still-erect cock and positions it at her lower entrance. “I’ll make sure you won’t get away unpunished.” All your protests stop dead inside your throat as she begins to mount you, and your head spins uncontrollably when she’s finally impaled on you. With a lustful grin, she begins to ride you, bouncing up and down your erection, her hips meeting your crotch with a loud slap. This isn’t like the last time you made love with her; it’s like she’s intending to be as assertive as you can possibly imagine, and she’s not going to let the opportunity slip away.

Seiga bends forward, using your shoulders as leverage as she continues riding you. Her breasts are dangling tantalizingly close to your face, and without a second thought you take one of her nipples in your mouth, sucking and biting it hard. Seiga cries out, her inner walls contracting around you in response to the sudden intrusion, all more to make her ride you harder. Your other hand finds her ass and squeezes it, causing her to yelp and stare down at you in contempt. You clasp your hand behind her head and bring her face towards you, ignoring her widened eyes as you kiss her. At the same time you thrust your hips upward, causing her to scream loudly into your mouth. You duke it out with her, wrestling each other’s tongue and trying to outdo one another. It’s clear that she doesn’t like losing, but you know the outcome of this fight better.

You roll over, gaining dominance over her and looming over her. Even when she’s basically angry at you for ruining her plan, you can’t help admiring her gorgeousness. Her tresses, now freed from the restrictive hairpin, are spread across the mattress; her arms are splayed submissively over her head; her lips, swollen as a result of the wild kisses both of you had; her breasts, marred with love bites and various markings.

“I’m not just here to have sex with you,” you whisper into her ear. “I’m here to make love to you, giving you everything you desire until you’re satisfied.”

“Make love to me, lover boy! I can’t wait any longer, please!”

Her cries make you desire her more. Once again you enter her trembling body, stroking her tight walls with your member all while you continue kissing her. You shamelessly fondle her upturned breasts and touch her body all over, exciting her ever more. The carnal dance becomes wilder, your limbs entangling with hers, your mouth kissing hers in a desperate kiss. Eventually Seiga climaxes, clinging onto you as the force of orgasm seeps through her trembling body. You give her drenched hole a few more thrusts before you find release, filling her with all the love she must have been desperate for. You fall on top of her, and both of you smile before you hold each other, kissing and basking in the afterglow.

“Thank you, lover boy… thank you for loving me.”

Both of you cuddle afterwards and fall asleep, tired after bouts of lovemaking. You realize your clients are probably waiting back at home, wondering why you aren’t showing up, but they will have to wait. This woman wanted to be loved, needed to be loved, and you’ve answered to her call.
>> No. 32752
>>32751

You hurry back to the palace. You’ve overslept for a couple of hours, and you’re running like mad to make up for the lost time. Upon arrival, you make haste to the main chamber where they are awaiting. “I’m sorry for-” Your words of apologize get stuck inside your throat the moment your eyes are fixated upon them. The sight that’s greeting you is nothing but jaw-dropping.

On the left is Tojiko, and apparently she’s heeded your advice and wears bright green sleeveless sweater, coupled with blue denim shorts. The fabric seems so tight that the ribbed lines are distorted at where the clothes curve outward to accommodate her amazing chest. The denim pants are short enough to show off her supernaturally bare thighs, and tight enough to highlight her shapely hips. Her feet are tucked away into a pair of boots, and only now you’ve realized how tall she is compared to the rest of the households.

Miko’s opted for the “office lady” appearance. Her slender figure is wrapped in a tight white/black dress, the skirt of which is just short enough to show off a tantalizing flash of thighs that is, unsurprisingly covered in black pantyhose that accentuates her perfectly shaped legs. The catch is the frameless glasses on her youthful, if not delicate face, and the high heels she’s wearing.

Standing between them is Futo, donning black-and-white Gothic Lolita dress with enough frills to overthrow the queen of frills. Her legs are wrapped in a pair of thigh-high socks, the upper side of which barely reaches the lower side of the skirt, exposing just enough amount of skin. You’re absolutely at loss of words to express your thought over her dress of choice; more so since the dress actually makes her appear shorter than the rest of the girls.

“Don’t look at me,” Tojiko says, not looking too thrilled with the affair.

“Miss Miko, I… I don’t think this is a good idea to begin with,” Futo trembles, obviously trying to hide her embarrassment.

“Futo.” Miko gives the girl a soft kiss on the cheek. “We’ve known each other for… how many years again? Hundreds, right? Besides, he’s leaving tomorrow, and I doubt we can let him stay for a few more days.” She turns back to you, pushing the glasses up her nose. “Took you long enough.”

“Had to deal with Seiga’s antics, sorry.”

“You’re forgiven for that,” she giggles. “Well, what do you think, Mister Deion? Are you ready for a one-night stand with us?”

If you were so shameless, you would have pounced at Miko and ravaged her on the spot, making hot, passionate love to her until she succumbs to pleasure, but you refrain yourself from doing it. “I prefer the term ‘quality time’ but, seriously, why having to go through this?”

“Don’t you want us to spend your last night in Shinkai the way we all like?” she asks again.

“That’s not the problem, but…” You scratch your head. “Look, I understand your intention, and I thank you for that. But forcing me to choose? What has gotten into your mind? And besides… what’s up with those attires?”

“Why? What’s wrong with us wearing these and having fun with you? I know you like seeing us in this dress~” Tojiko’s already folding her arms, Futo is looking at you while fiddling with her fingers, and Miko is staring both lovingly and expectantly at you. “Well?”

You sigh. This is soon to become an all-too-familiar occurrence in the future: to be asked by fair and lovely ladies to fulfil their request and then making love to them all the way to morning until they are satisfied. Then again, who are you to deny them? They’re your clients, so it’s your responsibility to ensure their satisfaction at the end of your trip.

But can you possibly please them at the same time? There’s only one way to find out.

You reach for the nearest girl and pull her into your embrace. “Oh, ho~ attacking the weakest link in the chain,” Miko says coyly as you keep Futo between your arms.

“What? It’s not that I can make copies of me and have sex with all of you at the same time, right?” you answer.

Miko laughs. “Don’t give us such a bad joke, Mister Deion. You know you’re more capable than you think. Right, Tojiko?”

Ignoring the ‘married couple’ you give Futo a soothing kiss on the forehead. “Why didn’t you say no?” you ask her.

She seizes your lips, kissing you with a passion that almost startles you. “Because… because they told me I’d look good in gothic Lolita.” You glare back at them, and are about to speak when Futo kisses you once again, more aggressive than before. “It’s alright, Mister Deion. I… I wanted to do it for you anyway,” she murmurs breathlessly. She was willing to be used as a ‘mannequin’? They should seriously stop bullying her – or mistreating her, or whatever you want to call, but you don’t want to argue with them over this matter.

“We should go somewhere comfortable,” you suggest.

“And we’ve set up the perfect place for this~” Miko takes your hand and leads you upstairs, to a room at the end of the floor. It’s beautifully ornate, with various Oriental decorations along the wall structure and candles placed on the shelf. A bed is situated right in the middle of the room, facing an open window. There’s also a loveseat nearby, closer to the window, big enough to accommodate two lovebirds. The moon is showing itself from behind the cloud, its silvery light illuminates the room and adding a serene atmosphere.

Forgoing the bed, you approach the loveseat and lie Futo down on it. You loom over her and begin the long, tedious process of undressing her. She shudders underneath you, writhing around as you unbutton her dress and expose her heaving chest. You dive in and plant feverish kisses along her collarbones, deliberately avoiding her cleavage, and she moans loudly as you nibble at her neck.

“Now just wait a minute, Mister Deion.” As soon as you turn around, Miko and Tojiko push you onto the bed, causing Futo to jump off the mattress with a squeal. Then they climb atop of you and crawl atop of you, pinning your arms as to keep you in place. “Already ravaging Futo in front of us? Jeez, you’re way too impatient,” Tojiko says.

“Don’t forget that you’re still technically our guest, Mister Deion. We’ll do everything to satisfy and pleasure you~” Miko mutters.

“What are you-” Your protests are cut off as Tojiko kisses you. She moans lustfully into your mouth as her tongue darts past your lips and wrestle with your tongue. The kiss breaks off and you only have a split second to catch your breath before she kisses you again, and her lust is more apparent from the way she ravages and bites your lips.

“So… which one of us looks sexier? It’s obviously me, right?” Tojiko asks huskily.

“Nonsense. It’s obvious that my taste for contemporary is more alluring.” The sound of Miko’s voice tears you away from Tojiko. “Isn’t that right, Mister Deion?”

“What about me?” You look above you. Futo is staring down at you; apparently she’s put her clothes on in haste and looks very unkempt. “Please, Mister Deion. Tell me you like seeing me in this dress?”

Oh, damn it. They’re forcing you to choose? But if you do, there’s no telling what the loser will do to you. Besides, you don’t really know who has the better look. Tojiko’s fantastic body looks irresistible in the sweater, Miko just begs to be undressed until only her pantyhose remains, and Futo is just too adorable and innocent in Gothic Lolita.
>> No. 32753
>>32752

“How about we do this?” Miko takes out a piece of cloth and blindfolds you. You stay perfectly still as she tightens the knot, and for a fleeting second her womanly scent intrudes your nostril, temporarily hypnotizing you. “Don’t ever take it off, okay?” she whispers into your ear. After a quick kiss, she gets off you, and you hear them giggle before they step away from the couch. You stand up, struggling at first to maintain balance as you walk aimlessly around the room. It doesn’t help that the girls are teasing you with various touches on your body, some even almost invasive.

You continue walking, finding and feeling your way, hoping that you can catch one of the girls. You bump on something soft, tumble over your feet and fall onto the loveseat. You’re back on square one; you have to restart your search.

Or not, as you touch something soft and warm beside you.

You’ve found one of the girls, and she stays perfectly still as your hands roam all over her. You can’t tell who’s who, and being a ‘blind man’ you opt to feel around. You can feel this girl shuddering when you run your hands down her torso and to her hips, and it is when you cop a feel of her ass that you recognize the unmistakable texture of denim fabric. This girl moans playfully and tries to get off the couch, but you seize her arms before she can. You bring your face up, trailing blind kisses along her torso and neck until you reach her face. Both of you kiss, and she moans into your mouth when you fondle her from underneath her dress.

“Someone did remember my advice,” you mutter over her mouth.

“Well, I did want to wear skirt and thigh-highs, but this is good enough for me,” Tojiko replies. “Do you find me sexy? I know you do.”

Your other hand roams down her trembling body and to her legs. A pleasant moan escapes her mouth as you begin stroking her thighs, but it turns into a high-pitched yelp when you prod the backside of her knee. You silence her cries with another kiss, pushing your tongue past her lips and finding hers. She returns the tongue play with equal eagerness, moaning as you keep on playing with her sensitive spot.

You lower Tojiko onto the couch and rest her legs upon your lap. You find the fastening of her boots and remove them, hearing them drop on the floor with a clang. With only your mental picture as guidance, you massage her legs, caressing and stroking their silky smooth skin. Then you plant several kisses along her thighs up to the edge of her shorts, and hearing Tojiko giggle playfully when you poke your tongue at her inner thigh only heightens your imagination.

She pulls away from you. Reluctantly you let go off her and sit back. You hear her moving from her spot and standing in front of you, her hands resting dangerously close to your crotch. You can tell she’s leaning towards you because she gives your ear a gentle nip. “It was Miko who suggested that you be blindfolded. She figured that not able to see us while we’re teasing you make it more fun than if we do it regularly.”

It’s not just your imagination that’s running wild. Something else is, and she seems to be aware of it because she’s stroking you through your tight pants. “Well, enough explaining. Go find Miko and let her know that I’m still sexier than her office lady look,” she whispers. “

You get off the loveseat and follow the direction of Miko’s footsteps. She must have watched you and Tojiko making out and is running away from you. Or rather, leading you to the other side of the room where you almost stumble in finding your direction. Being on the receiving side of a sexy tease is one thing, but being teased and played around while in blindfold? You’re not sure if you can keep up with the girls.

“Sexier than I am, she said?” That’s definitely Miko, though you can’t pinpoint her exact location. The moment you turn around, you’re pushed onto the floor, crashing on your back with a loud noise. It creates quite a commotion because you can hear Tojiko and Futo angrily yelling at Miko. “She doesn’t know anything about office lady and her appeal,” you hear her murmuring beside you, followed by the sound of your pants being unzipped. A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as soon as your erection is freed, but the feeling is short-lived as it’s squeezed between-

-oh, this unmistakable feeling of silky fabric rubbing up and down your member. Is she doing what you think she’s doing?

“Just that you know, Mister Deion, I have a very thorough understanding of every type of kink and fetish that will appeal you,” Miko speaks. Trying to picture her using her feet to massage your cock makes you even harder, and you involuntarily thrust your hips upward to match the movement of her feet. “Oh my~ getting worked up already. Well, too bad you can’t see what’s going on, but it’s better this way, right?”

How cruel. If only you could remove the blindfold and see what she’s actually doing, you would.

“Hey! That’s too much!” That’s Tojiko, but what’s she doing? “You said there wouldn’t be excessive teasing! You’re cheating!” Her anger goes unheeded because Miko’s already started, sitting on your hips and catching you in a tight hug. You can’t see her smile, but you bet she is moments before she claims your mouth.

The softness of her lips is the first thing you notice. And there’s another: unlike Tojiko, who had been submissive while you were kissing her, she takes the initiative and brushes her lips against your mouth, enticing you to open up for her. Then, pressing a bit closer, she locks her lips onto yours and gently offers you her tongue. You take it into your mouth and stroke it with your own, pushing it in every direction while she slowly sucks on you. As the tongue play continues, your nose is slowly greeted by a rich, flowery scent. It’s enough to send you into a deep trance, and you begin to relax, giving Miko the chance to deepen the kiss.

You’re so preoccupied with her tongue that you almost don’t notice the rest of Miko’s body. Her breasts are firmly pressed into your chest. You can feel their size and softness through the flimsy fabric of her shirt. If it isn’t for you being pinned down on the floor while Miko’s hugging you tightly, you’d be giving them a squeeze, so you have to settle by rubbing her back. Your hands roam pleasingly over her back for a while as your tongues swirl back and forth. Eventually, your hands slide down and get two handfuls of her ass.

Damn, her skirt and pantyhose are on the way. If you could rip them and squeeze her ass right away- whoa, what the hell?

Miko pulls herself away from you. You’re left disoriented for a moment, still reeling from the effect of her perfume. It’s potent, but not too sugary. If anything, it just adds to the bewitching effect of her body.

“Cheating, Tojiko? I have no idea what you’re talking about~”

You feel her weight being pulled away from you, followed by footsteps getting away from you. Tojiko must have dragged Miko across the room to have a few words with her. Left with no one to accompany, you take a few moments to rest before you get up and continue your search. Now that you’ve found Miko, Futo is the last girl on the list to complete the game.

“Looking for Futo, lover boy?” Seiga? What the hell is she doing here? You turn your head, but are forbidden with a gentle hush in your ear. “Come with me. I know where she is at the moment.” You gesture at Tojiko and Miko, which prompts her to laugh quietly. “You really don’t want to stand in their way right now. Hold me close and stay still; we have to leave now before they realize you’re missing.”

You feel your body becoming light in a sudden, and before you can say “oh crap” you’re falling down a hole. You hold onto this woman as you’re descending into the unknown, but luckily the fall lasts for a short time when you land on something soft and comfy.

You’re safe. For now.
>> No. 32754
>>32753

“Seriously, they’re doing it wrong if they really desire you,” Seiga complains and removes the blindfold from your face. You’re blinded by a sudden flash of light, forcing you to shut your eyes. “Blindfolding you and teasing you as they please. If they really want to be your wives, they should learn to give and take equally. Just like me.”

You find yourself blushing over the thought of having Miko and Tojiko your wives. “Where are we?” you ask after opening your eyes.

“At my house. Don’t worry; I’ve prepared everything you need, so feel free to use them.” It takes you a few second to apprehend the situation; you’re on a bed, alone with Seiga, in a room with a window that overlooks the garden. It’s similar in size and appearance to the one at the palace, only with the addition of a table next to a wall-mounted mirror. There’s no guessing on what the table is for, but still, there’s no sight of Futo.

“Looking for her? She’s right over there~”

What is she talking about- whoa!

There she is, seated on a peculiar-looking loveseat by the window. The top half of her Gothic Lolita dress loosens, enough to make the fabric drop from her shoulders to drape around her arms. Her neck and shoulders are perfectly formed, just as you imagined, but even more impressive is how the dress has fallen far enough to entice you with a glimpse of her cleavage. Not only that, she’s staring at you in a ‘come hither’ gaze, and her toes are wriggling underneath the black socks, almost as if they’re tempting you to pull the fabric down her legs.

Oh, dear. She doesn’t have to make physical contact and still manages to be seductive. She must be really good at this.

You turn back at Seiga. “Why are you doing this?”

“Consider this a gift of gratitude from me,” Seiga answers. She winks at you and kisses you briefly before jumping into a hole on the floor. “Have fun, lover boy~”

She disappears, and so is the hole. You look at Futo, then at yourself, and then back at Futo. She has pulled her garment lower to the point that she should’ve just stripped. Despite this, she hides her flushed face between her sleeves, almost as if hiding her embarrassment from you. You can’t help smiling over her meekness despite her effort to seduce you; she’s obviously trying to impress you as hard as she can, knowing that what she’s doing is against what she believes in.

You approach the loveseat. Taking a seat behind her, you plant hungry kisses upon her shoulders and neckline, savouring and inhaling her arousal. Your hands find their way to her back and undo the fastener, allowing the dress to fully slip down her body. She purrs appreciatively when you cop a feel of her chest and moans huskily as you gently fondle her breasts through her lacy bra. You turn her head around and claim her lips, letting her whimper into your mouth as she pleases.

“Touch me, Mister Deion…” she pleads. “Please…”

You remove your hands from her chest and guide them to the hem of her skirt. You pull it up her legs, and as soon as it reaches the middle of her thighs your hands slip underneath the clothing and firmly grope her ass. A cute yelp escapes her mouth as your hands freely fondle and squeeze her butt cheeks. One of your hands leaves the softness of her ass and lightly prods her panties. Futo moans as a response, and her thighs automatically clamp your hand to keep it in place.

Oh? You didn’t notice it until now, but there’s a bottle of Grand Cru on the windows frame. Whoever brought it here must have anticipated a ‘session’ with you. An idea strikes your head, so you push Futo off you, much to her dismay, and take the bottle. “It’s unfortunate that Miko and Tojiko are missing this,” you speak as you uncork the bottle and pour its content into a glass. “This is certainly much more entertaining than being blindfolded.”

Filling your mouth with the wine, but not actually drinking it, you beckon at Futo to approach you. As she obediently crawls toward you, you grab her by the arm and pull her onto your lap. With a smile, you press your lips against her, coaxing her to open up as you fill her mouth. She moans in pleasure as she drinks from your mouth, her tongue whisking over yours to get every drop of it.

“I… wow, I didn’t see this coming, too,” Futo murmurs in delight. “Do you often do this with Miss Daiyousei?”

“Sometimes, but only if she requests so,” you answer. You refill your mouth and once again kiss her. Futo clings onto you, moaning happily as she drinks from your mouth. The kiss breaks off, some of the wine trickling down her chin and onto her chest. “I’m sorry for the mess. I should get it cleaned right away,” you offer.

“Mmm… yes, please clean me…” she moans.

You lift her face by the chin, allowing her to stare at you. After a minute of doing nothing but eye contact, her eyelids droop, and her mouth slightly part, as if inviting you to kiss her. And you do, gently pressing your lips against hers and wrapping your arms around her as to hold her close. Your hands roam all over her trembling body until they reach her hips, and you carefully slip underneath her skirt until you arrive at her panties.

Finding the laced strings that are keeping her panties in place, you undo them and remove them off her crotch. Immediately her musky scent fills the air, and a pleased coo comes out of her mouth when you push your fingers into her pussy. Her arms wrap around your head, and you kiss her once again as you slowly prod her inner walls. Your other hand returns to her chest and fondle her breast, and the combined pleasure causes her to cry loudly into your mouth.

You break off the kiss and descend toward her chest, planting more kisses along her sweaty skin. With the upper half of her dress fully undone, only her laced bra stands in the way between your mouth and her breasts. You unclasp its front hook, throw the offending undergarment away from the bed, and dive in to claim your prize. Futo shudders in your arms, and you can feel her heart beating crazily against her rib as you plant hungry kisses between her breasts. A lusty scream escapes her mouth when you find her nipples, and she trembles as you lick and delve upon the hardened nub.

You lick in a few careful circles around the areola to build up the anticipation, and rapidly flick your tongue over her hard nipple; after a few seconds of rest, you repeat the process on her other breast. Soon, Futo brings a hand to her mouth to stifle her increasingly high-pitched moans. Her sleeve’s fallen down far enough to cover the hand completely, making her seem innocent as she blushes and chews on the cloth to keep her voice down.

You let go off her breasts and sit away. You remove your pants and toss them to where her undergarment is, and Futo gazes upon your freed erection in interest. She crawls towards you and wrap her fingers around your stiff member. She begins by trailing her tongue along its length, licking and savouring your taste. She pulls away to catch a few breaths, and then returns to your cock, giving it a few more kisses and licks.

After a few more breaths, she takes your entire length into her mouth, pushing her head forward as to swallow it to the back of her throat. She pulls back, and then pushes forward until her nose almost touches the base of your cock. An aroused sigh can be heard as she sucks you deep and hard, and your mind starts reeling as you feel the pressure in your crotch building. You hold on, hoping that you can go on for a little longer, hoping that she’ll let you go before-

Ah!

Your hands grab the back of Futo’s head, digging deep in her hair as your cock clenches up. Your mind whites out as you fire several thick shots into her mouth, and she moans lustfully as she swallows them without any hesitation. She actually brings her head forward, wanting to gulp every drop of your load, which doesn’t seem to end. She lets go off you, and you spray the rest of your load onto her.

You’ve lost count of the numbers of shots by the time your orgasm ends. You believe it was nearly a dozen. You open your hazy eyes and look down at Futo; she’s gotten off you and is lying on her back on the loveseat. Her face is thoroughly stained with cum; her cheeks, foreheads and lips are covered with an intricate web of trails and splatter-marks. The stains extend to the tops of her breasts, as well, covering and trickling as far down as her nipples.

You crawl back to her and loom over her. A dazed smile appears on her face as she looks up at you, and you lean in to kiss her. She returns the kiss, and both of you are locked in fierce tonguing and lip-ravaging for a few minutes. She moans in distress, and you quickly break away from her face, worried that you might hurt her. Instead, she pulls your face back to her, endlessly ravaging and biting your lips. “Mister Deion… please take me now…” she pleads between those rough kisses.

“Are you sure, Futo?”

“…yes… please…”

Well, there’s no use waiting. You lie down on your back, pulling Futo toward you as you guide her over your erection. “Futo, are you really sure? You can take off your clothes if you like,” you say while you lift her skirt, giving you a clear view of her damp pussy.

She shakes her head. Instead, she smiles and clasps your hand with hers. “It’s alright. I trust you.”

That’s all you need to hear. With your free hand, you grab her hips and lower her onto your manhood. It’s kind of awkward to have sex with your lover when she’s still clothed, but all doubts are washed away the moment the tip of your rod splits her pussy open. Futo holds her breath as you slowly enter her, her slick walls contracting and squeezing around you. After what seems to be forever, you’re fully inside her, and she collapses on top of you with a heavy sigh of relief.

“Love me, Mister Deion… please, love me now.”

You pull her head down and both of you kiss as you start moving your hips. Each of the pounding motions knocks her breath out, and her pussy contracts around you as her excitement grows. Her smile doesn’t fade away from your face, and she stares at you longingly as she rides you six ways to Sunday. Then she pulls herself up and lands on all four, wiggling her ass while giving you a horny look. It seems that she’s begging you to do her hard, and there’s no use denying her that request despite the worry that you may end up hurting her.

You reposition yourself and plunge your pulsating manhood into her, filling her up to the hilt once more. You bring your hands to her chest and roughly fondle her breasts, rhythmically timing the fondling with the pounding of your hips. Her cries have gone and are replaced with a voiceless scream, her body being controlled by the otherworldly movement. Your orgasm is approaching fast, threatening to end the throes of passion you’ve had, so moments before you find release you bend down and bite her neck. At once she stiffens and screams violently as she hits her climax. You follow her with your own scream, pressing your hips against hers as you fill every inch of her womb with thick coats of your seed.

Slowly you pull out of her, carefully avoiding her skirt as to not let it be soiled by the mixture of your cum and hers. Futo collapses onto the loveseat, tired but with a blissful expression on her face. You sit beside her, pull her onto your lap and kiss her tenderly. Futo murmurs something, but you can’t quite hear what she wants to tell you as she deeply returns the kiss. She gasps when you position her so that she’s straddling you, but then she giggles when you nibble her neck, and moans as you fondle her breasts. Your flaccid penis becomes hard again, rubbing against the underside of her thighs. She lifts herself off your lap and, with hoarse breaths, lowers herself onto your member. She moans loudly as you’re fully embedded inside her, and starts to ride you. You match her motion with your own, thrusting your hips upward every time she descends onto you. After a couple of minutes, her panting quickens as she approaches her climax; there’s no need to hold back any longer.

You let yourself ejaculate, groaning as your seed fills her womb. The sudden heat triggers her own orgasm, and she cries out in pleasure as her walls clench down on your shaft. She slumps onto you, wrapping her arms around to support herself, staying still as your semen continues to flood her body. She pants softly while looking into your eyes, with a dreamy, beautiful smile on her face. The two of you sit like that for a minute, catching your breath from the climax but in no hurry to move away from each other.

“Aw, he did indeed go for her first.”

Both you and Futo turn around and see Miko and Tojiko standing near the bed. There’s not a single hint of anger from their eyes, only amusement and wonder. There’s no guessing that they were watching you and Futo making love twice in a row, and were obviously turned on by the affair. So what now?

“You aren’t going to leave us unfulfilled… are you?” Miko asks.

Who are you to leave them unfulfilled, anyway?
>> No. 32755
>>32754

You lift Futo off your lap, and she quickly falls asleep the moment she collapses onto her back. Your turn your attention to Miko and Tojiko; grabbing them by their arm, you throw them onto the bed, causing them to yelp when they crash into the mattress. “It’s obvious that both of you needs to be disciplined after what you did to me a while ago,” you begin, trying to assert a dominant role upon them. It surprisingly works, because both of them respond to you by writhing and squirming about on the bed.

“Yes, Mister Deion… we’ve been very naughty girls…” Miko confesses.

“Please punish us for our behaviour…” Tojiko adds.

You sit down next to Miko, take the glasses off her face and use the same blindfold she used on you to cover her eyes. Then, using another piece of cloth, you blindfold Tojiko and issue a reminder to them. “Don’t open them until I tell you, got it?” They cry erotically, almost pleading you to hasten the punishment. You produce frilly ribbons and wrap them around Miko and Tojiko. After you’re done wrapping them, you place both hands on their chest and fondle their breasts through their clothes. Miko and Tojiko moan loudly, their body arching off the bed in response to the sensual touch. You start to undo the knots over their chest, which causes them to whimper in anticipation, but instead of fully untying the knot you leave their breasts behind and continue your descend toward their hips.

“Now tell me. Do you still want to be punished? Or do you want to be treated nicely, instead?” They murmur something, but it’s so low you can barely make the words. You lightly prod your fingers on their inner thighs. “I can’t hear you, girls. Please tell me the answer,” you add.

“Oh, please…”

“Hmm? What is it again? I can’t quite hear you.” This time you poke the back of their knees, causing them to stiffen.

“Stop teasing us, Mister Deion! Take us now! We beg of you, please!” Miko cries.

“Will you do what I tell you to do?” you ask.

“Yes, yes! Anything!” It’s fascinating that she, rather than Tojiko, is the one who’s very vocal to your advance.

You loom over her. She can’t quite see your grin from up close, but you know she’s fully aware of it. “You’re a good girl, so will you do me a favour?” She nods submissively, and you reward her with a soft kiss. “Be a good girl and stay here for me, okay? I will be right back.”

You turn your attention to Tojiko. She’s been awfully quiet, and you have to wonder if she’s terrified by this affair. You pull her off the bed and carry her to a nearby couch. You undo the ribbons and her blindfold, and the moment they fall off her Tojiko grabs your face and kisses you fervently. The frustration is clear from how she bites your lips and sucks the air out of your lungs.

“Unfair…” she whimpers and continues to assault your mouth. “It’s your fault that we’re like this, so you’d better…”

You smile. “It’s only a fair turnabout,” you answer.

She stares at you, and starts to ask what it supposes to mean, only to be answered by a kiss on her parted lips. For a moment, she stiffens in your arms as you tenderly kiss her, then, slowly, she begins to relax and returns the kiss, tilting her head as to allow the kiss to deepen.

“What turnabout? You intended to punish us back then. You should’ve finished what you started…”

There’s no need for her to finish that sentence. Kissing her once more, you bring one of your hands across her trembling body, through her denim shorts and to her pussy. She moans when you find her hard clitoris and give it a healthy pinch. Then, carefully you begin stroking her, moving back and forth and up and down while deliberately avoiding her pussy.

“Oh, good… more…”

You turn Tojiko around and continue rubbing her pussy from behind. Your other hand slips underneath her sweater and snakes up to her chest. You fondle her right breast, feeling her nipple hardening in contact with your palm. She hisses when you roll her nipple between your fingers, but then she lets out a surprised yelp as you pinch her swollen clitoris.

“P-please… take me now…”

You intentionally ignore her plea as you turn her head, deeply kissing her. Your hand has let go off her clit and is now joining its brethren at her chest. You leisurely massage her upturned breasts, mouths hungrily feeding each other’s lust. Suddenly she pushes herself off you and pulls your pants, throwing them far and away. It takes you a few second to realize that her legs have transformed back into their original state.

“I… I’ve wanted to try this with you. May I?”

As soon as her ghostly appendages wrap around your pulsating cock, you’re instantly elevated into a higher level of emotion. An unknown kind of pleasure invades your mind as she squeezes you around her ghostly limbs, and you can’t quite get a grasp of what it really is. Amidst your blurry eyes, you notice her face looming over yours, and before you can speak she already claims your mouth, clinging onto you as she kisses you passionately. The combination of her limbs massaging your phallus, her breasts pressing against your chest and her tongue greedily feasting upon yours is pushing you almost to the limit; it won’t be long before you give in and let yourself-

She abruptly lets go off you. You’re frustrated because you’re almost close to coming, but also relieved because it gives you a chance to breathe deeply. You stare at her, whose smile is as beautiful as it is lustful. “Do you like it? I bet none of your lovers have ever done it before,” she murmurs. You nod weakly. “Now just stay relaxed. Let me take care of you, okay?”

Her ghostly appendages envelop your manhood again, almost literally squeezing the soul out of you. She’s giving you all the pleasures, but you can’t let her do all the work. So once again you flip her around and pull her onto your chest. You pull her sweater upward and clasp her full breasts, kneading and moulding them into full ripeness. You lower your face to meet hers, and you claim her lips in a kiss as you keep fondling her. She moans deeply when you twist her erect nipples, and responds by tightening her grasp around you. One of your hands leave her lust breasts and finds its way toward her shorts; after pulling them down her legs, you slowly push your fingers past her nether-lips-

“Yes!!”

You start fingering her, keeping her body in place while you stroke her inner walls. Tojiko writhes in your arms, her back arching as you find her sensitive spot that sends her over the edge. You speed up the fingering, adding another finger into her, while your mouth finds its mark on her neck. Tojiko moans happily and clasps her thighs around your hand. You push your fingers deeper, causing her limbs to tighten around your cock and her body to thrash around.

“Oh, oh! I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh, god! I’m going to-!!”

She convulses and suddenly stiffens. Her pussy contracts around your fingers, and her back arches off your body as she climaxes. At the same time, you find release and shot countless streams of semen into the air, some of which land on her calves. You continue fingering her even as torrents of her love juice gush out of her pussy and smear all over your hand, and you only slow down to allow her to ride her orgasm. Her orgasm subsides a few seconds later, and you pull your fingers out of her. You put your fingers in her mouth, letting her suck your fingers off her own cum.

“Mmm… I don’t think I’m still satisfied,” she mutters.

“I think I can fix that.” Carrying her in your arms, you get off the couch and walk toward a table. You sit her on it, spreading her legs apart for easy access to her pussy. Even after the initial release, your cock remains rock solid, and it just begs to be put inside her. There’s something you want to do first, so ask her to wait. You head to the window, and then return to her with Grand Cru and a glass in hand. Tojiko moans in arousal as you show her the wine, the tip of her ghostly limbs twirling in excitement; the thought of wine-kissing while having her pussy pounded must have thrilled her.

“I want you, mister winemaker…” she whimpers. “I want you right now!”

You fill the glass with wine and beckon at her to open her mouth. She obediently parts her lips, and hums lustfully as you slowly fill her mouth with wine. As soon as it’s filled, you press your mouth against hers, tongues whisking against each other as both of you share the ‘love potion’. At the same time, you take a step forward and drive your cock into her awaiting pussy. Her inner walls twitch as she adjusts to you, and then clamp down hard on your hard cock. The height of the table is perfect, letting you stand up without having to bend your knees as you thrust in and out of her.

The lewd sound of hips slapping and crashing onto each other, and Tojiko’s ecstatic moans soon fill the room. By now, she’s stripped free from her sweater and is holding you close, her breasts pressing against your chest, the nipples hard little pebbles against your skin. You continue thrusting in and out of her in long, firm strokes, occasionally groping her breasts and ravaging her swollen lips, still lingering with the taste of Grand Cru, and she clutches your cock with her pussy as you move. You feel her moving against you, tilting her hips as you thrust. You know she’s moving her hips so that your shaft would rub up against her clit.

“Oh… I’m so close…” she breathes in your ear. “I’m going to come!”

“Then come,” you tell her, continuing your thrust without a pause. “And I’ll come with you.”

She moves her hips harder against your shaft, and in a matter of seconds she cries out as her orgasm explodes inside her. You continue thrusting as she comes hard and long, before you hit your own threshold. With a deep growl in your chest and a mighty thrust of your hips, you fill her up to the hilt and instantly find release. Her eyes widen, her back arches, and her legs wrap around you tightly; she screams once more as a second orgasm hits her. You silence her cries with your mouth, hearing her moan as her pussy squeezes around you harder than you can thrust, your cock pumping and shooting incessantly inside her.

After what seems to be taking forever, the waves of pleasure gradually fade, and your motions slow and finally stop, standing still and holding your shaft inside her as the last of the last spasm. Both of you are left gasping, and it takes you all the effort to pull out of her and carry her back to the couch.

“You’re calling it unfair now?” you ask.

“I guess not…” Tojiko mutters huskily.

You embrace her and kiss her parted lips, feeling her lips form a smile as she returns the kiss. “You shouldn’t have thrown the sweater, you know. You look better in it,” you say.

A tinge of arousal is visible in her eyes. “And I should start wearing denim shorts from today,” she suggests. “Just for you.” She kisses you once more, enticing you with subtle tongue play. Readily you return the kiss, holding her as close as you can, but she breaks the kiss and careens her head, which causes you to follow the direction of her sight.

“I think we’re forgetting someone,” you imply.

A foxy smile creeps upon her tired face as she pulls you back toward her. “Tease her until she can’t take it anymore,” she whispers.
>> No. 32756
>>32755

Removing yourself from Tojiko’s embrace, you walk toward Miko. You can’t help wondering if she’s even aware of the sexy romp between you and Tojiko, or if she’s aware that she’s able to see it through the blindfold. You sit down next to her, who starts wriggling when she feels the mattress sinking.

“Hello, Miko. How are you doing?” There’s no need for the ribbons anymore, so you pull her onto your lap and unwrap the offending piece of cloth. You intentionally leave the blindfold, causing her to groan disapprovingly, and you reward her for the impatience with a kiss. “Relax. I’m right here with you, okay?”

“You… you have no idea how I feel right now,” she mutters.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you,” you offer an apology.

“It’s alright, you’re forgiven,” she adds. “I’m no longer a naughty girl, am I, Mister Deion?”

“No, you’re not,” you assure her. “You’re a good girl, and I’ll reward you for being a good girl.”

You bring your hand to her chest and unbutton her shirt. You pull the shirt down her arms and cup her left breast in your hand, feeling it warm up in contact with your palm. She moans approvingly and places her hand against yours, as if urging you to fondle her. You give her breast a couple of massages, tracing a circular line around its base. Miko shudders at the touch, and gasps when you pinch her erect nipple.

“Aren’t you going to remove the blindfold?” she asks.

“Sometimes it’s better to imagine things than to see them,” you answer and bring your head to her breasts. There’s no ushering as you take her nipples in your mouth, leisurely licking and delving at its nub. Miko arches her back, bringing her breasts into your face, moaning as you mar her nipples with pinpricks, love bites and blood. You bring your hand down to her crotch and stroke her through the pantyhose. Is it you, or is she not wearing anything down there?

You gently push her back onto the bed and take your position between her thighs. Her lower lips are visible from through the flimsy fabric, and they glisten. She’s already wet. The musky scent of her pussy is arousing you, and you resist the urge to eat her right away, focusing instead on her feet. Seeing her toes wiggling about in anticipation underneath the pantyhose is as cute as it is alluring. Too bad she dresses up as an office lady, not a maid, otherwise-

“Mister Deion, do you want me to become your maid?” Ah, she’s read your desire. “How lewd. Why would I even do that for you?” You apologize for coming up with such thought, but the prospect of she serving you as an obedient maid and addressing you as ‘Master’ as she submits herself to-

You hear her voice asking to stop. You look up at her, and see her breathing heavily, her hands shamelessly fondling her breasts. It seems your little fantasy has awakened her inner desire, and she does very little to hide it.

“I’m very sorry for the disturbing thought,” you apologize.

“You should’ve told me about it earlier…” she complains. “Now open up this blindfold. Let me see.”

“I did tell you to use your imagination, didn’t I?” You enforce the statement by slipping your hand underneath her pantyhose and stroking her pussy. She bites her lower lip, trying to stifle her moans, and you respond by rubbing around her lower lips while deliberately avoiding her hard clitoris. A sharp inhale of breath is heard when you spread her lower lips open, and she starts panting as you gently prod her inner walls. Just as she thinks you’re going to insert your fingers into her, you pull back from her pussy and slip out of the pantyhose.

“What… what are you doing? Please continue…”

You intentionally ignore her plea and lift her legs upright. You trace an imaginary line along the backside of her left leg, leisurely poking your finger at every spot that will send her off the edge. You keep yourself steady and tear the fabric with your teeth and poking the dent in her skin with your tongue. When you let go off her legs, she responds with a disgruntled protest, and your only response is to smile at her before you resume your assault on her delicate sensitive spot, but your hand has left her legs and is creeping back toward her crotch. After a quick stroke around her nether-lips, you rip the fabric around her pussy and push your finger into her.

“Yes!!”

Her inner walls immediately clenches around you finger, tightening their grip around you and never wanting to let go. You stop attacking the back of her knees and focus on her pussy; you give her inner walls a gentle prod and push your finger deeper into her. Miko’s back arches off the bed, and she starts thrashing about, her hands gripping the bed sheets. You crawl up her trembling body and kiss her deeply, feeling her loud moan in your mouth as you slowly finger her.

“Tell me what your desire is,” you speak over her swollen lips.

“Love me, Deion,” she whimpers. “…oh god, please love me…”

You kiss her once again, letting her scream into your mouth as you insert two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. You trail your kisses along her neck, shoulders and collarbones before ending it at her left breast. You take her stiff nipple in your mouth, leisurely licking and biting it while you increase the tempo of your fingering. Her hands suddenly grab your head and pull you in for a long, hard kiss as she starts to shiver against you. Her thighs move together quickly, clamping against your hand as she lifts her knees, trapping your hand both between her thighs and against her belly.

Again and again she convulses, bucking underneath you as she rides that long wave of pleasure. After what feels like over a full minute, she gasps and breaks the kiss, her legs slowly lowering as her hand reaches down, grabbing your wrist and whispering “no more…!”

You simply hold your hand still, feeling the fluttering and squeezing slow down and lessen. Finally you gently pull your fingers out, and share another deep kiss with her. “How do you feel now?” you ask.

“I… more…” she pants.

“More?” Laughing, you pull her up and into your arms, and as you keep her steady in your embrace, you fetch for the glass of Grand Cru. After taking a sip of the wine, you kiss her on the lips, coaxing her to open her mouth to accept the wine. She moans lustfully as she drinks from your mouth, her tongue exploring the insides of your mouth, trying to lick every drop of the wine. You give her another wine-kiss, and she moans once again as you’re filling her mouth with the drink. Finally you remove the blindfold, allowing her to see your face. Her eyes are full of excitement, resent and lust; you’re very certain you’d be driving her off the edge if you didn’t take off the blindfold. “I thought you’d had enough.”

“N-no! I mean…” She sighs in pleasure as you caress her sweaty body, and shivers when you run your fingers across her tummy. She yelps when you roll over and bring her on top of you, sliding your hands in to get at her soft, yet firm ass. She whines impatiently as you line her up, lets out a moan when you first penetrate her, and then moans sweetly as your cock fills her depth. You let out a noise that’s between a gasp and a sigh as her pussy envelops the last of your strength. She does the same and tightens her grip around you, staring into your eyes with a gentle smile.

“Do you want me to be on top this time?” You nod. “Alright, if that’s what you wish. Let me take care of you, okay?” You’re fine with that; after the workout they got from Tojiko and Futo, your hips need a little break.

Her tight entrance greedily squeezes its way up your shaft as she lifts herself. She stops when she’s about two-thirds up and lands back onto you, sighing and moaning as your cock sinks back into her plush depths. Again, and again, she moves up and down your erection, making lewd noises as your cock strokes her inner walls. She leans forward, sinking her mouth into the curves of your neck and shoulders. Your eyes roll inward at the combined pleasure of her lips and tongue ravaging your skin and her tight pussy embracing your length.

She’s so occupied with nibbling and licking your sweaty skin that she doesn’t notice your hand reaching up to her head. At the moment you remove the ear mufflers from her head, you grab her ass and slide your length all the way into her until the tip touches her cervix, twisting her hips back and forth to make her grind against you.

She stops and pulls back to look at your face. Her eyes are cloudy with tears, and the blush on her face has gone from pink to red. Her face shows a mixture of arousal and playful annoyance; if her mouth wasn’t hanging open, she would be pouting at you. You smile at her and brush your lips between her eyes while you pull her up and down as fast as you can.

You fill her up completely with each stroke, moving fast enough that her pussy’s almost constantly shuddering with pleasure. But you realize that being in this position gives you a fairly low limit on your speed, so you wrap your arms around her and lay her out on the bed. Her own desire’s clear in her eyes as you stare deeply at her, and she backs it up by tightening her embrace and letting out a pleading whine. No longer caring to remove her shirt, completely drenched in sweat, or her pantyhose, torn over in every spot, you trust back into her almost immediately. You lose yourself in a hot kiss for a while, swallowing her moans and feeding her your own as your tongues clumsily rub together, the sweet taste of Grand Cru still lingering inside her mouth. Her fingers clench up and dig into your back, but you hardly notice the slight stinging as you pound away at the churning muddle of heat and softness and pleasure inside her.

“Yes, yes!! Your pure, unadulterated, sinful desire! Give it all to me!”

Her walls squeeze shut around you, so tight that it stops your movement on track. She tightens her arms and legs around you at the same time, and lets out an ear-piercing wail as her internal gate bursts, torrents of hot cum gushing out of her pussy. At the same time, you find release, your penis clenching up inside her as it shoots up a huge load. You silence her orgasmic cries in a deep, desperate kiss, and her constant moaning and the powerful scent invading your nose serve to prolong your orgasm.

After what seems to be a dozen or more spurts, your cock calms down. Her powerful grip withers to nothing as she sinks into her afterglow. You carefully put her arms and legs back on the bed and pull out; almost immediately, a mess of fluids starts leaking from her pussy. She rolls her head and breathes heavily as your legs and body finally give in, and you collapse on the bed, lying beside her. Too tired to even notice anything, you tightly shut your eyes and fall into a deep slumber.
>> No. 32757
>>32756

It takes a few minutes before a husky voice stirs you from your sleep. It’s the trio of your lovers, and a closer inspection reveals that they’ve stripped down to the barest of bare. A deep blush colours their pleading face and their hanging breasts as they crawl over and gets on all fours directly towards you. They seem to have grown extremely horny after the bouts of lovemaking, and they don’t look like they want to call it quit.

“You can still keep going, right?” Tojiko asks, swaying her hips as she speaks.

“…please say that you are…” Futo mutters, breathing heavily at the same time.

“You have no idea how hot we are right now, lover boy~” Even Seiga’s in, too?

Your protests are shut off when Miko kisses you. “Of course you can, can’t you?” she asks seductively. Your libido rises to its peak, and although slow your erection is starting to regain its energy again. “Well, what a better way to end the night than this?”

What is she talking about- oh?

She gives you back the ribbons, with some more to match. Then she lies down on the floor next to you, followed by Futo and Tojiko. Seiga is the last to follow them after she teases you with a view of her ass. You have no idea why they want to be wrapped up, or why you bother to oblige, but by the time you’re done they are all wrapped up – arms, body, legs, and chest. You examine each of them, their body slightly trembling in anticipation, and they offer you a shy, yet seductive smile as they submit themselves to you.

“Mister Winemaker… please, will you unwrap us~? ♥”

It’s like they can read your utmost desire. How can you possibly ignore them?



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………

You never thought to make it through to the morning, but you did. After endless rounds of making passionate love with the girls, you’re now totally spent. Your hips are numb, your body hurts, and your mind is cloudy – not to mention the room is now a jumbled mess. As of now, you’re lying on the bed, Miko sleeping peacefully on top of you, Futo resting on her side to your right and Tojiko sandwiching your left arm between her breasts. Seiga’s head is resting on your lap, her hair almost touching your flaccid phallus. You remain motionless for fear of waking them up from their delicious slumber. You have to be grateful you’re getting used to this, as normal man would have met his untimely demise. You don’t want to ‘go out with a bang’ just yet.

A low moan catches your attention. It’s Miko, and she’s staring lovingly at you. “Good morning, Mister Deion,” she says dreamily.

“Morning, Miko,” you reply. “Hope you had a good sleep last night.”

She smiles. Then she scoots up your body and places a chaste kiss upon your lips. “I… we thank you for willing to spend your last night with us,” she murmurs. “Without your presence, life at Shinkai would be less interesting than it is today.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” You return the kiss, and both of you are content with sharing the emotion you have for one another. The kiss breaks, and you ask: “Miko, about me having to be honest-”

Miko shushes you with her fingers, silencing anymore question. “You don’t have to speak it. It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re honest with me,” she whispers. She snugly rests her head upon your chest, her warm breaths a tickling sensation to your skin. The last thing you hear from her before she falls asleep is a muffled “I love you…” and you can do naught but to stroke her hair.

You sigh; maybe it is time for you to open up and be honest.
>> No. 32758
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Alright, I'm done with reposting the whole thing again. Now get back to voting at >>32750 guys, and here's another magician's butt to fondle stare at.
>> No. 32759
[x] Attempt diplomacy. If that fails…
- [x] Sexy punishment.

Hopefully it involves ribbons (seems to be his main fetish thanks to Hina)
>> No. 32761
[x] Attempt diplomacy. If that fails…
- [x] Sexy punishment.

She wants this, and as our customer, her wants come first.
>> No. 32762
[X] Force herself off you. You’re here to teach her about winemaking, remember?
>> No. 32763
[x] Attempt diplomacy. If that fails…
- [x] Sexy punishment.

So, the mystery box won out, did it? Ah well. Maybe next time, Nue. Still, Marisa was definitely worth the wait, methinks.
>> No. 32765
[x] Attempt diplomacy. If that fails…
- [x] Sexy punishment.
>> No. 32772
[X] Fuck diplomacy. Skip straight to…
- [X] Sexy punishment.
>> No. 32960
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[c] Attempt diplomacy. If that fails…
- [c] Sexy punishment.


“Look. Either we can get stuck like this for the rest of the day, or…” You put your hands on her shoulders. “…you let me get started with the teaching.” You give her a push, but she refuses to budge and instead grinds herself against you harder. “You want me to teach you about winemaking in this position?”

“That’s a good idea! I can get close to you, if you like~” Her hands are rested upon yours and pull them down to her chest. A delighted, if not foxy, giggle escapes her mouth when your hands rest upon her breasts; you’re surprised by how snugly fit they are in your grasp.

“You know what? You need to be punished for this behaviour.”

“Oh, you’re going to punish me? I’m scared~!” Your attempt to push your hands off her results in you fondling her instead, which causes her to sigh appreciatively. “What are you going to do, hmm? Punish me right here? Oh, no, you can’t~” Damn, she’s challenging you into punishing her. There’s no way you can proceed with the lesson without having to answer to her challenge.

To hell with diplomacy. She wants to be punished, she will get one.

Unceremoniously you sweep her off her feet and sit her atop of the table. A surprised look creeps upon her face when you tell her to stay at where she is and leave the kitchen. You remember seeing the item when you first came into this house, and start searching for it. A few minutes later, you find the coveted item and return the kitchen. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Where the hell did you find that?!” she asks when you show her a leather collar with bell attached on it.

“What’s the matter? Turning fidgety all of a sudden, I thought you’re ready for some… sexy punishment,” you answer.

“No, that’s not what I meant!” she protests. “I mean, uh, that thing was supposed to be for my plaything with Alice. You see, Mister Deion, Alice and I will do stuffs… uh, you know, like maid and master. Yeah, that’s it! A maid serving her master!” She gulps. “You’ll believe in me, right?”

You are not going to buy that excuse. Nope, not from a thief who wanted to steal your prized treasure. “Tell you what. Instead of Alice and you doing that, why don’t you and I do it instead?” you suggest.

“What? Hell no! No way I’m going to wear that for you!”

“Did I ever say that you have to wear it for me?”

“I, uhh…”

“Alright, then. I don’t have to teach you about winemaking, you will continue to steal from me, everybody wins, the end.” You grab your bag and head for the door, only to stop halfway through when Marisa calls you. You return to the kitchen and are greeted with the sight of her irately pouting at you.

“F-fine, just give me the collar.” You approach her and dangle the item over her face. She tries to grab it but you already take it out of her reach. “Oh, for god’s sake! Just give it to me!” she grumbles.

“Tut-tut. Not until you ask Nicely.” Her eyes widen at the proposition, almost as if you’ve spoken the forbidden word. She can be bothered by the word all the way she likes, but she will have to.

“P-please…” She turns her head away from you, trying very hard to hide her flushed face. “Will you give the collar to me?”

You lean forward, your nose almost brushing her silky smooth tresses in the process. It’s still not enough. She will have to ask. Even better, she has to beg for it. “I can’t quite hear you. Did you say something?” You can feel her cheeks rising in temperature as you murmur into her ear.

“Please may I…”

“Yes?”

“Oh god, please! Please put it on me!” Her face has turned beet red. “I beg of you…”

“See? That’s not so hard, isn’t it?” You turn her around so that she’s facing you. You smile at her, causing her to break eye contact, and you usher at her to straighten up as you put the collar about her neck. Her chest heaves up and down as you come closer to her body, trying to fix the collar in position, and her face becomes hotter as you teasingly blow into her ear. You pull away from her, remove her witch hat and look down at her.

“Well, now, how does a maid address her superior?”

She has turned fidgety and is fiddling with her fingers. The reaction is disappointing, and you fold your arms as to show her that you’re not pleased. “I can’t hear you, Miss Marisa. How does a maid address her superior again?” She looks up at you, clearly angry at you for toying with her feeling, but you’re not the one who’s at fault. A punishment is a punishment, and you’re going to deliver it, one way or another.

“M-master…” Finally she mutters the word. “Master, please treat me well…”

“Very good, Miss Marisa.” You approach her and reward her for her obedience with a kiss. She remains still on the table, though her lips slightly parts as to allow you access into her mouth. You let go off her mouth and caress her warm cheeks.

“Will you teach me about winemaking?” she asks in hopeful voice.

You wag your finger at her. “Now, Miss Marisa, didn’t I tell you to address your master properly?”

She growls. “…yes, master. Please forgive me.” You pull her off the table and head for the living room. You point to the piles of trash, and she follows the direction of your finger. It takes her a few seconds before she gets your intention. “But master, what about the teaching?” she asks.

“I can’t leave this mess behind while I spend my time teaching you, Miss Marisa,” you answer. “First, we’ll clean this place. Second, I want to make sure this room is fully prepped for the lesson. Third, you will be doing the cleaning with your own hands. No magic or whatever tricks allowed. Fourth, I’ll be supervising you.”

She looks back and forth between you and the heaps of junk. She frowns. You make a gesture with your head. She shakes her head in dismay, but quickly regains her composure and bows in courtesy. She begins her work, and you can’t help laughing to yourself as she’s struggling to clear the living room while playing her role awkwardly. Coupled with the bell ringing every time she makes a movement, and the swinging motion of her hips, it only adds up to her attractiveness. It’s a shame that you couldn’t find any maid uniform, but beggars can’t be picky.

Marisa bends over, mumbling something as she picks the books. You find yourself staring at her ass. Again you’re having a mental picture of its firmness, and how pleasant it would be from having it rest on top of your hands, feeling the lack of anything underneath the skirt. The more you watch it sway, the more you start to feel uncomfortable.

Without any delay, you approach her from behind and give her behind a quick yet firm slap. It causes her to yelp and almost drops the books. You slap her ass for the second time, and she careens her head, staring at you in a mixture of shock and arousal. “Master, what are you doing?” You ignore her and start fondling her ass, and each stroke you make causes her to breathe erratically. Just as you’ve suspected, she isn’t wearing anything.

“Master, do you like my butt that much?”

“Why, Miss Marisa, I do find your butt the most attractive part of your body,” you answer.

Marisa moans and sways her hips. “Do you think so, master?” You respond with a hard squeeze, and she squeals cutely, her hips thrusting onto your hand, desperate for more contact. For a while you stop fondling her ass, allowing her to regain her composure, though you still don’t let go off her. Then, remembering that she still has her works to do, you pull your hand off her ass and point to a pile of clothes nearby. “But master, I still need to carry the books first!” she complains, despite the fact that her voice’s choked in excitement.

“Very disobedient, aren’t we?” You reward her for her protests with a slap on her ass. “Looks like I have to punish you for real.” She whines and indecently shakes her ass, almost as if she wants you to slap it harder. It’s becoming clear that she’s turned on by this affair, and it’s not just her; you, too, are feeling the heat.

You pull her toward you. Further protests are silenced as you mash your mouth against hers, kissing her deep and hard. She moans, passionately kissing you in return as she impatiently grinds her ass against your crotch. Your hands creep forward and grab her breasts, feeling her erect nipples jutting out of the dress.

“You’re one naughty girl, you know,” you murmur over her mouth.

“Yes, master…” Her hot breaths are tickling your face. “I’ve been very naughty and disobedient today. Please punish me…”

How should we proceed with the “punishment”?
[ ] Justly.
[ ] Gently.
[ ] Roughly.
[ ] Sexily. And even sexier than ever.
[ ] Wildly. This is Marisa we’re talking about.
[ ] Screw the votes. Write-in goes here.
[ ] Suddenly, COCKBLOCK OPTION.
>> No. 32961
[x] Sexily. And even sexier than ever.
>> No. 32963
[ ] Wildly. This is Marisa we’re talking about.
[ ] Sexily. And even sexier than ever.
[ ] Roughly.
[ ] Gently.




On a scale No to Yes. Yes
>> No. 32969
[x] Sexily. And even sexier than ever.
[x] Gently.
>> No. 32975
[x] Perfectly
>> No. 32978
[x] Wildly. This is Marisa we’re talking about.
[x] Sexily. And even sexier than ever.
[x] Roughly.
[x] Perfectly.
>> No. 32982
[X] Justly.
[X] Sexily. And even sexier than ever.
[X] Wildly. This is Marisa we’re talking about.
>> No. 34236
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When was the last update? I forgot completely, but have no worry, for SATA is here~

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You continue making out with Marisa. Her petite body squirms and writhes about, desperate for more contact with your invasive hands. Her firm ass continues grinding against your crotch, and she moans loudly as you involuntarily thrust your hips forward. You’re not content with standing up, so you lift her off the floor and head to her room. You toss her into the bed and fall down on top of her, finding her open mouth as you deeply kiss her. She hooks her legs around your lower waist, her hands raking through your hair as she returns the kiss.

The kiss breaks after a few minutes. You and Marisa both pant into each other’s face, eyes lustfully staring into each other. Her arms are splayed across the bed, her hair is a jumbled mess, her eyes are droopy, and her chest is heaving uncontrollably. Diving in for another kiss, your hands start groping their way around her willing body; first her breasts outside her shirt, then inside, roughly squeezing and kneading them. You unbutton her shirt and pull it off her body, unceremoniously throwing it somewhere in the room. You dive in, hungrily devouring her erect nipples and flicking your tongue over them.

“More, master…” She yelps when you slightly graze your teeth over her pert nipple. “Yes, more!” Roughly you remove her skirt, not caring whether it’s torn apart in the process. She whines in protest, though you know better that she’s enjoying it. You kiss her once more, letting her moan into your mouth as you leisurely stroke her damp crotch.

“You’re ready to be wrapped up?”

“You aren’t going to tie me up with ropes, are you?”

“Ropes are for straight-up bondage. These,” you say and show her a bundle of frilled ribbons, “are for sexy wrapping. And I do hope you don’t mind some sexy wrapping, Miss Marisa.”

You swear to yourself that you can see her eyes glittering in excitement. “…make me feel sexy, master,” she mutters.

Taking the ribbons, you begin by bringing her arms over her head. Then, you tie one end of the ribbons on her wrists and continue wrapping the ribbons down her arms, ending it in a butterfly knot slightly above her head. You take another bunch of ribbons and repeat the process on her legs, starting at her ankle and ending it with another knot that barely covers her lower lips. You wrap the last piece of ribbons around her breasts, leaving only her belly exposed.

You lean into her and lightly nibble her left ear. “I bet Alice never did this to you before, didn’t she?” She moans and writhes about underneath you, almost wanting to be unwrapped. “I take that as a yes, then.”

You pull yourself, allowing yourself to stare into Marisa’s eyes. “Don’t you want to remove the collar first, master?” she asks in hopeful tone.

“Nope. It’s better to leave it. It suits you.” You smile at her. “Do you feel sexy, Miss Marisa?” She nods submissively. “Do you have anything to say, Miss Marisa?”

“Mmh, please unwrap me, master,” she pleads.

You reward her for her impatience with a kiss. “Wait here. I have something special for the two of us.” You head back downstairs and take a wine bottle from its casing. Satisfied with your selection, you return to Marisa’s room and sit down beside her. “Make a guess.”

“Uhh… drink?”

“Bingo, you’ve answered it correctly. However.” You uncork the bottle and pour its content into the wineglass. “We’re going to share our drink the sexy way.”

Marisa squeals when you pull her off the bed and onto your lap. Keeping her steady in your arms, you take a quick sniff of the wine’s aroma and twirl the glass in front of her face. “I don’t think you’ve ever had wine-kissing before, yes?” you ask.

“What are you talking about- oh? Oh~” A sultry smile carves upon her face as she finally gets the gist of the situation. “But you still need to unwrap me first~!”

“Now, now, Miss Marisa.” You bring the glass close to her lips, and she lets out a hum of pleasure as she drinks the wine. You pull the glass before she can finish its content, and she stares at you in contempt when she suddenly hiccups. “Oops. Looks like someone’s very lightheaded.”

She giggles, and then hiccups for the second time. “…wow, this stuff is better than the sake I’ve drank. You really live up to your name.”

“Why, thank you Miss Marisa.” You refill the glass and twirl it in front of her face. Her eyes follow the motion, and you continue twirling the glass – and that’s when the glass topples over and spills its content onto her.

“What was that for?” She shivers due to the wine’s cool temperature. “Now I’m all soaked. I feel so dirty, too.”

“I’m terribly sorry, it was an accident.” You set the glass aside and brush your lips upon her collarbone. “I’m responsible for this mess. Please, let me clean it right away.” She moans her approval, nodding submissively as you start licking the wine’s residue off her skin. Your hand finds the knot near her crotch and undoes it, and the ribbons fall into a heap on the bed as she wiggles herself out. You continue your descent to her chest, and you run your tongue along the curvature of her left breast

“My arms… please release them…” The moment you set her arms free, she quickly hooks them around your neck as she kisses you fervently. You allow her to whimper into your mouth as you massage her breasts, even letting her whisk her tongue with yours as wildly as she wants.

“Don’t you want to admire my butt, master?” she asks between kisses.

Right. You’re so focused on licking her clean that you almost forgot the most attractive part of her body. You push her off your lap and ask her to stand on all four. You take the ribbons near her feet, fold them into a more manageable length, and lightly whip them against those mounds; this causes Marisa to shriek, and she turns her face to look at you in surprise.

“I haven’t forgotten that you still need to be punished, Miss Marisa.” You end the sentence with another slap. She yelps for the second time, and a third, as you continue smacking her ass with the ribbons. You stop slapping her ass and lean over her back, nibbling the nape of her neck while your hand mercilessly squeeze and pinch her butt. “What a lewd girl. Trying to steal under my nose and then enticing me to punish you for your wrongdoing,” you murmur into her ear.

“Please, master, no more…!” You intentionally ignore her plea and continue tormenting her, slapping and smacking and squeezing and pinching to the point that she’s started to leak. You flip her once more and have her pinned on the bed. Knowing fully what to do, you descend to her hips and spread her shaky thighs apart. Her pussy is soaked, glistened and is begging to be feasted. You lower your head, pressing yourself against her lower lips, deeply inhaling her arousing scent. After about a minute, you run your tongue around her pussy, licking every drop of her cum. You focus your attention on her clit, and after grazing its hard tip with your teeth you press your mouth around it, gently licking and poking it with your tongue.

“Ah! Oh! I’m almost-”

She’s unable to finish her sentence as her body stiffens, and she lets out a lusty howl as her thighs clamp around your head. You clasp your hands on her hips to prevent her from bucking herself too much, and her breaths get ragged as orgasm surges through her body.

A few minutes would pass before you let go off her. She slumps into the mattress, a tired and fulfilled expression visible on her face. You crawl up her trembling body, ending your trip with a soft kiss on her flushed cheeks. “You’re a good girl, Miss Marisa. I should reward you with something nice.”

“You’re an idiot for treating me like this,” she complains. “Please take me now. I don’t think I can stand your teasing anymore.”

“Now, now. Don’t get too worked up, okay?” You can’t help chuckling when she pouts at you in annoyance. “Alright, then. I guess both of us have waited for too long, haven’t we?” You lift her off the bed and onto your lap. Your erection’s been freed of its restrictive tent, and is positioned near her lower entrance. Even without entering her yet, the heat of her pussy is enveloping your cock, a sign that she’s getting desperate.

“Ready?” She nods and bites your shoulder. Taking a deep breath, you gently lower her onto your member. She gasps and whines when your manhood slowly fills her inch at a time, her fingernails clawing your back and leaving marks on it. She’s tight, really tight, and you’re having bit of difficulty adjusting yourself with the sensation while in this position. You continue filling her until you can’t go any further, and she lets out a loud sigh of relief as you’ve fully inside her.

“Be gentle with me, please.”

“With all my pleasure, Miss Marisa.”

Placing your hands underneath her ass, you slowly pump yourself in and out of her all while she clings onto you, letting her body be controlled by your movement. It’s kind of boring to be the giving side, so you jerk your hips upward, causing her to involuntarily grind down against yours. Another upward thrust, and she responds with pushing her hips down. She seems to be getting the message because her hips start moving in rhythm with your thrusting motion, all while never letting go off your shoulder.

You slow down a bit, and you hold her steady as you fetch the wineglass and refill it. Filling your mouth with the vintage, you bring your face to hers and kiss her, transferring the wine into her mouth. At the same time, the pumping motion continues, and you can feel her inner walls tightening around you as she whimpers loudly into your mouth.

Marisa climaxes for the second time, torrents of creamy cum gushing out of her drenched hole, staining the mattress underneath. The thrusting motion of your hips doesn’t cease, however, and you continue pumping yourself in and out of her before you grab her by the ass and head to the nearby wall. This time, she demands that you do her hard; not wanting to refuse her, you push her up against the wall and proceed to ravage her, deep and hard like she asked.

Another orgasm hits Marisa, and she lets out an ear-piercing wail as she arches her back off the wall. You haven’t reached your limit yet (perhaps it has to do with the ambience of her cottage, or it might be because of the wine you drank earlier) but you know it will, so you pull your still-hard dick out of her and bring her to the window.

“But master, somebody might be watching!” she gasps.

You push her up against the glass panel, playfully biting her earlobe as you lean into her. “Oh, Miss Marisa, surely you’re feeling a bit adventurous today, yes?” You position yourself at her pussy and, with a swift motion, you’re embedded within her. She screams incoherently as the pounding resumes, her face and breasts pressed against the cold window. One of your hands traces an imaginary line down her spine, causing her to shriek and grind her hips against you. You respond by increasing the tempo of your penetration, until finally…

“I’m going to come.”

“Let me come with you, master! I’m getting close, too!”

With a mighty thrust, you impale yourself deep within Marisa and release all your seed into her. At the same time Marisa’s eyes widen, and she lets out a long, orgasmic howl as her inner walls tighten and squeeze around you, desperately milking every ooze of your cum. You groan deeply, feeling your cock pulsing and ejaculating inside her for as long as it can muster.

Finally, after about a dozen or more spurts, your cock begins to soften and slides out of her with relative ease. Marisa groans in disappointment at the absence of your manhood inside her, but she doesn’t seem to bother as she drags herself toward the bed and falls upon it. You’re the next to follow, and an awkward silence soon follows as the two of you stare into the empty ceiling.

“Why do I have to make fool of myself?” You laugh and turn onto your side, tightly hugging her as you pull her close. “And you. You shouldn’t treat this so seriously. I mean… jeez, making me act like a maid and punishing me for my misbehaviour. That was bad, and you should feel bad for it.”

You lightly nibble the crook of her neck. “You were enjoying it. How could I refuse you?”

She groans in protest, though she’s clearly enjoying the nibbling. “Hold me, okay?” Not the one to refuse her request, you tighten your embrace. “Reimu’s gonna laugh at me if she finds out about this… where am I gonna hide my face after this?”

“You could just tell her that you wanted to learn from me,” you suggest.

“I don’t think she’ll buy that excuse,” she murmurs.

“Why not? You’re her closest friend, I’m sure she’ll listen.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” She nuzzles her face against your chest, and you can feel radiant heat seeping out of her cheek. “But still, I didn’t know wines can have that kind of effect. I mean… wow, you’re really a genius.”

“You think my wines are love potions to you?” you ask.

“Perhaps they already are,” she points. She, then, throws her sight out of the window, and you follow the direction of her gaze. “Huh. Looks like nobody’s gonna show up for the rest of the day. Lucky for us, because someone would notice us fucking at the window.”

“The storm’s brewing. I just hope the vineyard can make it through,” you mutter. “Hey, Marisa, care for a hot water bath? It’s kind of cold right now.”

“Yeah, I was thinking of taking shower, too. Join me, I'll wash you clean.”
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The storm recedes only after six hours of raging, and by the time it’s over it’s already past dinner time, forcing you to spend the night in Marisa’s place. The time spent has been invaluable, however, as you were able to focus on teaching Marisa. Despite several ‘suggestive’ gestures being thrown at you, she was very enthusiastic in learning about the secret of the trade. She was even generous to share some of her magic recipes with you (it wasn’t the potion she was experimenting with, fortunately, though you did have your own concern as the label clearly said “In case of intruders, uncork and throw”).

“Alright, let’s wrap up everything for today. What did we learn from our lessons, Miss Marisa?”

“That wines are precious commodity and should be treated with great care,” she answers. “Does that mean I pass? Oh, please let me pass.”

“You still have a long way to go if you wish to emulate me, and it’s not something that you can achieve in a rush.” You pack up your belongings and retreat to the couch. Marisa follows suit, and you don’t even bother to remind her as she shamelessly sits upon your lap. In fact, it’s really nice to have that cushiony ass pressing against your crotch. You refrain yourself and chill out, letting the heat from the fireplace caress you. “Marisa, there’s something about Reimu you should know.”

“Ah-ha~ I knew there’s something going on between you two.” She switches position so that she’s leaning on her side against you. “Go on, tell me.”

You use the opportunity of this girl being this close to stroke her hair. She hums approvingly, seemingly enjoying the feeling your fingers combing her tresses. “The truth is… we had sex, and I believe I was her first.”

“No way! That’s impossible!” She stares at you, her eyes full of disbelief over the confession. “I thought she’d saved herself for some guy from the village. Or me, or even any of the girls, whichever comes first.”

“What? Didn’t she tell you about it?” you ask.

“Well, she did say she had sex with someone, but I never thought it was you.” She stares at you long enough to cause you to cringe. “I mean… wow, how did YOU manage to win her over? Please don’t tell me you donated to her shrine.”

“I did, and then some.” You pause. “I could care less if she was just honouring the tradition, and I don’t care if she still is, but that night she was happy. Really happy. How could I ever refuse her?”

“There must be something about you that she took notice,” Marisa points out.

“I wish I knew, but ever since that day, she’s…” You pause once again. This is the part you’re really reluctant to speak, not especially to Reimu’s closest and best friend. Ah, to hell with it. Better now than never! “I’m probably going to Hell for saying this, but… she’s now a nymph who only hungers for my cock.”

Marisa glowers at you. You’re kind of expecting her to respond accordingly, and yet what’s coming out of her mouth takes you off-guard.

“I’ve heard words that you made every girl across Gensokyo want to get inside your pants; hell, I might already be one of them. Yet to hear you calling Reimu a nymph simply because she wants you…” She snorts disapprovingly. “You’re ignoring her, that’s why she’s acting like that. She wants to get your attention; of course she’ll act like she hungers for you-know-what.”

“How am I supposed to be… receptive to her? I could care less if it’s because she wants to have a baby and preserve her lineage. I just… I just miss Reimu from the old time.” You breathe out, long and miserably. “The sweet, well-mannered girl who’s easy to have conversation with.”

“I don’t think the Hakurei shrine maiden I know is a sweet and well-mannered girl,” Marisa says. “I only know Hakurei Reimu the aloof, the stingy, the miser and the slacker. All she cares is to solve incident of the day and then returning home for tea and donation.”

“You’re badmouthing her,” you remind her.

“That’s because I care for her as much as you care for her, thank you very much,” she replies. “Look, you can argue with me about Reimu being a nymph all day long, or you can let me help you accept her the way she is.”

“Do you have a plan for that?” you ask.

“I’m working on it,” she answers. “Come on, Deion. Trust me, I know Reimu.”

You let that sink for a while. The fact that Marisa, the infamous kleptomaniac, is offering to help you overcoming your issues with Reimu makes you wonder about her true intention. Surely she just wants to see her best friend happy and all, but you suspect something more profound.

“By the way, Deion.”

“Hmm?”

“What do you think about my hair?”

“Well, it’s kind of smooth to the touch.” You remove a strand of tresses from her face. “Your butt is nice, too, no doubt about it, but your hair is the most beautiful creation I’ve come across. Daiyousei would love to learn from you about hair care.”

She giggles. “I don’t usually let a guy touch my hair, but I’ll give you an exception.” She brings her face forward and kisses you, deeply and longingly. “You're up for second round?”

“How about you take the lead this time?” you suggest. “You know, sexily?”

She bats an eyebrow invitingly. “Is that a challenge? I hope it is a challenge.”

You can’t help smirking. “It’s but a minor issue for winemakers like me.”

She grins deviously. “I hope you won’t regret saying it, Mister Deion~”

You chuckle. “Well, then. Be my guest.

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And then they fucked. All night long. Mushrooms and wines were probably involved somewhere.Sorry, guys. No more lewd ordinary magician. I’m boner-dead, I’m running out of steam, and I’m saving it for our special session with Alice. Or Reimu. Or both. And them Deion becomes their housewife. Good golly.

On unrelated note, Deion should have a pep talk with Rinnosuke about his past experiences with the girls.
>> No. 34239
Try not to burn yourself out as I'd hate to see it interfere with LSL.

Though that being said hair care isn't what comes to mind with Marisa.
>> No. 34395
Hey with the old archiver site dead is there any way to nicely bundle this up anymore?
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Sure is quiet in /at/ these days.

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You’re not really a morning person during winter, so when you wake up you feel as if your head is being humped by a horny rabbit. The throbbing headache is so severe you have to slap yourself many times to get rid of it, and once it’s gone you find yourself sprawling about on a messy bed. Oh, that’s right. You and Marisa ended up having a lot of sex last night, experimenting with different positions and in different places around the house. Were there mushrooms involved? You’re pretty sure there were mushrooms involved somewhere in between.

Note to self: never mix wine with mushroom. It’s bad for your health.

Your stomach grumbles. Right, it’s breakfast time. You should make sandwich or something and then head back home. Further lessons with Marisa can wait, as you have a rather urgent matter to attend.

“Where do you think you’re going, Deion?”

Oh, there she is. Propped against the door, half-naked, arms raised over her head, the sides of her breasts deliciously exposed for you, her eyes staring sensuously at you…

…that’s… the unmistakable ‘come-hither’ gaze.

“Come here, you.” You follow her beckoning finger. As you approach her, she grabs you by the arms and pulls you, roughly mashing her lips against yours. You’re taken back by this bold act but you respond to the kiss anyway, madly rolling your tongue against hers. “Make me feel sexy,” she whispers, moaning when you generously fondle her ass.

You don’t answer her, opting to tease her with playful nibbles on her neck instead. “You’re one lewd magician, you know that?”

“Not every day I have someone who’s willing to please this lewd magician.” Another moan escapes her lips as you tighten your squeeze on her butt. “Oh, yessssss, it feels so good, don’t stop.”

You move to her chest, planting more kisses along her sweaty skin. She giggles in delight when you run your tongue across her cleavage, and moans as you encircle your tongue around her areola. One of your hands reaches her crotch and lightly prods her pussy, eliciting a shocked yet pleasant gasp from her. She starts bucking against your hand, and taking it as a cue you carefully push a finger past her nether-lips and into her depths.

“Oh, oohhh! Mmmmmmm…” Her head is thrown backward, as a surge of pleasure is overpowering her. “Goddamn it, Deion. I’m getting hot and bothered right now,” she murmurs breathlessly.

“Do I need to tell you…” A gentle stroke of your finger, and she moans huskily. “That it’s dead cold right now? I think getting hot and bothered is kind of what we need right now.”

“Well, yeah, it is cold outside, but- ooohhhh! Aaaahhhhh! Mmmmmm! Damn it, Deion, don’t stop now…”

You kiss her once more, mercilessly assaulting her mouth and ravaging those luscious lips of hers. She greedily returns the kiss, her tongue finding yours and hungrily wrestling it down. You start to slowly finger her, all while the kisses and tonguing and biting continue, all while she begins to give herself to you. You can’t stop yourself. It’s just impossible to let go of this lewd magician. It’s just impossible to not please this ordinary magician.

A knock on the door is all it takes to break your concentration. Grumbling, you turn your head to the front and hear the knocking sound again. “Someone’s coming,” you mutter, not really wanting to let go of Marisa’s delectable body.

“It must be the wind,” Marisa mutters. The knocking continues, and both of you curse silently at the interference. “You should check who’s visiting.” Groans of protest leave her lips as you pull your finger out of her depths, and you sooth her objections with a quick kiss.

“I’ll be right back.” Without a moment to waste, you make your way to the door just as you hear a voice calling out impatiently from the outside.

“Marisa, how many times do I have to knock before-” With a not-so-mighty push, you swing the door open, startling whoever is showing up at this hour.

It’s Alice.

The lack of words suggests that she’s taken back by your presence. Perhaps it was you instead of Marisa who opened the door for her. As you struggle to find a word to break the awkward silence, it later occurs to you that your shirt is gone. Your pants remain, at least, but your bare chest is left bare to the cold morning breeze, and perhaps the puppeteer’s wandering eyes.

Your eyesight soon spots a faint trace of blush upon Alice’s cheeks. “…sorry. I surprised you, didn’t I?” you say.

“G…good morning, Mister Deion.” She coughs a bit and regains her composure. “I didn’t expect to see you here. May I know what happened?”

“Winter happened.” You need to get a shirt or something. “Come in, it’s cold out there.” Without a word she enters Marisa’s house and follow your lead to the living room. You ask her to wait before you vanish further into the house, and luckily you find a robe dangling near the bookshelf. Now that you’re properly covered, you head back to Alice and sit down beside her, feeling more comfortable in her presence.

“How was your stay at Makai?”

“It was wonderful, thank you.” A disappointed look comes across her face as she examines your physique. Ah, perhaps she wanted to see more of your nakedness? How lewd. “Mother sent you her regards. She dearly missed your company and is looking forward to your return visit.”

Ah, Shinki. Such a lovely and gorgeous woman, with lots of flares and flavours. If only you could invite her to your vineyard…

“Who’s that?” Marisa walks out of the kitchen, carrying a mug in her hand, her expression sleepy as ever, fully and properly covered. You didn’t notice her heading there when you greeted Alice, she’s quick. “Morning, Alice! Why so early? Thought you’d still be in bed.”

“Yes, Marisa, it is indeed too early.” Marisa plops herself against the couch, and is grinning widely t Alice. “I was looking for you yesterday. Where were you?”

“Went out for a stroll, messed with Kourin, and then went for sightseeing at Deion’s vineyard.” She takes a quick sip from the mug, and a hoarse, revitalized groan escapes her mouth. “Damn, I like the smell of hot cocoa in the morning. Wanna some?”

“What were you doing at Deion’s place?” Alice asks.

“Like I said, went for sightseeing, nothing special,” she replies.

“What were you doing at his place?” Her voice becomes stern.

“Whoa there, don’t get all too worked up! Jeez, Alice, it’s not like I stole from his treasury or something,” she utters, pouting.

“Because it is your nature as a thief to raid somebody else’s home.” Alice glares at her friend. “So… what did you gain from your oh-so-innocent sightseeing at the vineyard?”

“Actually…” Marisa giggles nervously. “I was sneaking into the winery. Thought I could take some samples to take home for my new experiments, so…”

“I caught her red-handed,” you interrupt. “She was lucky I didn’t turn her in to the authorities, but it was hard to bargain with her.”

“Deion! I just wanted some of your wines!” she whines. “Plus, don’t you ever say I didn’t see and that Taoist girl smooching back there!” Your face burns in a sudden. “Gotcha.”

The look of scorn has disappeared from Alice’s eyes, as she stares at Marisa in total surprise. “Marisa got caught? Kirisame Marisa, Gensokyo’s infamous kleptomaniac, got caught? This is a surprise! Does that mean Mister Deion actually did the impossible? Why, I must know how he did it.”

“Uh, Alice, he didn’t really do anything special,” Marisa hesitates. “He just kind of saw me snooping into one of the barrels and gave me a tap. Well, a slap on my ass, actually, ehehehe…” You can’t deny her on that. Her butt is unrivalled, second to none.

“But of course he did!” Alice turns to you. “Please, Mister Deion, how do you catch this elusive cat-burglar? I must know, so that I can improve my home security.”

“I didn’t come here to share anything-” Your protests are silenced by a wag of Alice’s finger.

“You haven’t answered my question, Mister Deion.” She’s staring at you, and you can feel Marisa trailing her eyes at you as well. “Oh, you aren’t sharing? I suppose you and Marisa are hiding dirty secrets from me, hmm? I can understand that.”

[ ] She wants an answer, she’ll get it alright.
• [ ] No fancy stories. Get straight to the point. She’ll understand.
• [ ] Make up some incredible tales. Amuse her with your storytelling.
• [ ] “Dirty secrets? There ain’t no secrets between us, ma’am. You see, Alice, when a magician desires for potions with flavour, it’s only natural for a winemaker to listen to her desire.”
[ ] Puppeteer needs to loosen up a bit.
• [ ] Let’s entertain Alice.
• [ ] Let’s “entertain” Alice.
• [ ] Marisa, get the ribbons.
[ ] Flex. Flex for the flex god.
[ ] Actually, this might be a good opportunity to let Alice know about you and Reimu.

Regardless of choices…
[ ] Write-ins are optional.
[ ] Votes combination is allowed.

Author’s note: here we go, another votes choosing. We may or may not spend some sexy quality time with them lewd magicians, so keep your fingers crossed. Yes, I know some of you are vying for more quality time with Reimu, so please bear with me.
>> No. 34981
>>34395
I can do that if you like, but don't expect the archive to be uploaded soon.
>> No. 34985
>>34981
Thanks man
>> No. 34986
[x] Actually, this might be a good opportunity to let Alice know about you and Reimu.
[x] She wants an answer, she’ll get it alright.
• [x] No fancy stories. Get straight to the point. She’ll understand.
[x] Puppeteer needs to loosen up a bit.
• [x] Marisa, get the ribbons.
>> No. 34990
[ ] Puppeteer needs to loosen up a bit
[X]Marisa, get the ribbons.
>> No. 34995
[x] Actually, this might be a good opportunity to let Alice know about you and Reimu.
[x] She wants an answer, she’ll get it alright.
• [x] No fancy stories. Get straight to the point. She’ll understand.
[x] Puppeteer needs to loosen up a bit.
• [x] Marisa, get the ribbons.
>> No. 34996
[x] Actually, this might be a good opportunity to let Alice know about you and Reimu.
[x] She wants an answer, she’ll get it alright.
• [x] No fancy stories. Get straight to the point. She’ll understand.
[x] Puppeteer needs to loosen up a bit.
• [x] Marisa, get the ribbons.
>> No. 34997
>>34980
[x] She wants an answer, she’ll get it alright.
• [x] “Dirty secrets? There ain’t no secrets between us, ma’am. You see, Alice, when a magician desires for potions with flavour, it’s only natural for a winemaker to listen to her desire.”
[x] Puppeteer needs to loosen up a bit.
• [ ] Let’s “entertain” Alice.
[x] Flex. Flex for the flex god.
[x] Marisa, you flex too. Shangai, GUN SHOW.
[x] Actually, this might be a good opportunity to let Alice know about you and Reimu.
>> No. 34998
I think those votes are more than enough for me. Commencing update.

>>34395
Alright, here's the archived threads for your convenience. Let me know if it isn't working.

http://www.4shared.com/rar/GYUqc9Pjce/_archives__Winemakers_Journey_.html

>Shanghai, GUN SHOW.
I don't know whether I should laugh or cringe at the implication.
>> No. 35004
>>34998
Shanghai has oats and squats, so I am sure she can unleash Hulkamania all over Alice.
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[c] Actually, this might be a good opportunity to let Alice know about you and Reimu.
[c] She wants an answer, she’ll get it alright.
- [c] No fancy stories. Get straight to the point. She’ll understand.
[c] Puppeteer needs to loosen up a bit.
- [c] Marisa, get the ribbons.


You ponder for a while. Now that Alice is here, this might be a good opportunity to clear all the speculations she might have about you and Reimu. Ignoring Marisa who is trying to squeeze between you and Alice (before she gives up in frustration and returns to her room), you ask this puppeteer about Reimu’s wellbeing. “Reimu? I was planning to visit her after this, for your information. Why do you ask?”

“Well, have you heard stuffs about me and Reimu lately?”

“Lately? Apart from her joining the raid on your home during Halloween? No, she’s doing just fine as she always is.” She leans forward, and her eyes suddenly narrow when she stares at you. “Tell me, though. Is it true you’re avoiding her because she acts like a nymph whenever she sees you?”

It seems you’re not the only one who’s worried.

“Don’t ignore her feeling, Mister Deion. You have no idea how deeply attached she is to you ever since she had sex with you.” You face contorts, and she is quick to realize her words. “I’m so sorry, but she had spoken to me about saving herself just for you and not for anyone else. To be honest, I felt happy for her; poor girl needs a soul mate after all.”

“If only she could stop being a nymph,” you retort.

“That’s the problem. You’re ignoring her,” she says matter-of-factly.

“What am I supposed to do?” you ask.

“I don’t know! Make up with her. Apologize to her. Start all over again if you have to.” She touches your hand, softly squeezing it. “What I do understand is this: you’re the first and only man who she ever gave her precious crown to, and she’s trying her hardest to show you her emotion. It’s hard for her, because she’s not used to sharing emotion with a man.”

“Hence.”

She nods. “No offence to you, Mister Deion, but I believe you should be more receptive to her, no matter how crude her advances toward you are. May I offer a piece of advice?”

“If you please.”

“Invite her to your place. Maybe you can show her around the winery, teach her a bit about your profession. You can even let her spend her night with you, if you like.”

“You think she’ll appreciate it?”

“She’ll absolutely love all the attentions she gets from you.” She chuckles foxily. “I won’t be responsible if she becomes your wife, though.”

“I’ll give you credits if that ever happens,” you joke.

“Oh, Mister Deion, you’re such a jest,” she dismisses.

“I’m Gensokyo’s most dangerous criminal,” you quip. “Turning every woman I meet into a wife and keep adding more.”

“You’re a natural-born lady killer, you should be proud of it. I know I like you, because you’re the only one who treats me properly like a real woman.” She frowns afterwards. “Unlike some of the men I met. They’re either too busy contemplating their own hide, too cowardly to have a decent conversation with me, or treat me like a piece of…”

“It’s alright, Alice, you don’t have to say it.”

“But I really mean it,” she continues bitterly. “No matter what they think about me, and no matter what they say about me, it always boils down to me being aloof, shut-in and cold towards people. Yes, I occasionally send off my would-be guests. Yes, I tell them to mind their own business. Yes, I avoid contact with people. Yes, I do those three things, because my lifestyle doesn’t allow me to accept people in the way they’d expect. Once, I had to turn down a man’s invitation to Onbashira Festival at Moriya Shrine because Hourai needed my immediate attention. You know what happened next? He called me ‘a cold, heartless manipulative slut.’

Wow, you did not expect to hear that.

“I mean… to call me that in front of everyone in broad daylight like nobody’s business, amazing!” She calms down the moment you squeeze your hands. “I’m alright, Mister Deion. I… I just need to vent off all my frustrations. All this time, enduring all the insults and keeping a cool head.”

You pull her into your arms, provoking a shocked yelp from the puppeteer. “I imagine every girl I met have run into the same issue as yours. It’s tough, isn’t it?”

“It’s tough to be a female in Gensokyo.” She hums approvingly to the gentle caress on her back. “And to some of us, it’s even tougher, because being powerful always lead to some people seeing us as easy target. What a fool they are, thinking that they can get away with their gender prejudice.”

“What about me?”

You can feel her arms wrapping about your back. “And then you came along. You didn’t even ask for a reason when I told you I needed some relief. You just… did.”

“Well, you were in trouble back then. I mean, I would do the same if, let’s say, Yuuka or Hina or Yumeko asked for a relief. Hell, I’d even do it if Daiyousei asked me to.”

“And if all the girls come to you and ask to be their relief?”

“I would answer the call, of course.” A pause. “Okay, there’s no way I can help them all at once. I have my own limits, as a human.” You keep on cuddling Alice, and she seems to be content to be held this close. She shifts a bit, and your arms loosen as to allow her to pull away. Instead, she looks at up you, and her smile turns dazed before she leans forward and kisses you. Not the one to deprive a girl’s need, you relax and let the kiss lingers, but her annoyed grumble suggests otherwise. Tightening your arms around her again, you press your mouth against hers, and she moans in pleasure as the kiss deepens. She gasps into your mouth when your hands start groping around her body, and you seize the chance by pushing your tongue past her lips. She gives herself in, her tongue whisking with yours, her musky aroma almost overpowering your sense of smell. Eventually, the lack of oxygen, and the fact that your stomach has started growling, forces the kiss to break off. Thin strands of saliva follows the ascent of your tongue, and her warm breaths caress your face as she pants for air.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” she giggles.

“I blame Marisa for not letting me fix my hunger,” you answer.

She kisses you once more and pulls herself off you. “Well, then. Let me prepare you some healthy meal.”



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………

The kitchen is in mess, with spilled coffee and chocolate sauce and mayonnaise all over the table, and used clothes dotting the floor. You look at Alice, who almost wants to ask what happened before she refrains herself. There’s no telling how she’d react when you told her that you and Marisa “had a food fight that went a bit too far”.

“Tell me, Mister Deion,” Alice says as you clear the table. Of all the girls you have relationship with, who do you like the most?”

“Why are you asking that in a sudden?” you reply.

“Because I’m very curious?” She giggles when you stare at her. “Oh, please! I’m very sure you have several names in your mind right now. Am I right?”

You hate to admit it, but she is right. In fact, you are attached to some of the girls, and not just physically either; admittedly, some of them have found a permanent spot in your heart, and it’s almost impossible to ignore them outright.

“We~ll?”

“You know that if I answer the question, it will beget more questions.” Your search for whatever is edible results in a loaf of stale bread. “Besides, saying that I prefer some of the girls mean that I’m being unfair to everybody else. That would be bad, wouldn’t it?”

“So you’re taking the third option and aiming for everyone?” You almost choke. “What? If you can’t pick one, you best have all, right?”

“Do I have the capacity to satisfy everyone?” you ask back.

“Now you’re underestimating yourself, stop that,” Alice reprimands.

“I’m but a humble winemaker, living his life in his own pace,” you reply.

“And I’m one of that humble winemaker’s faithful customers,” Alice sings. “Anyway, you did mention several names a while ago. They’re very special to you, aren’t they?” You don’t answer and focus on finding its filling, though you only manage to find a block of cheese. “Just as I thought.”

“Is there a problem with that?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.” She smiles. “A flower youkai, a curse goddess, a maid of Makai, and a greater fairy. You should be lucky to have them as your wives. Of course, that means Reimu is next.”

“Alice, please.”

“I’m just saying~” She takes the bread and slices it to pieces, while you start grating the cheese. “As you know, Marisa’s not a morning person, so she’d sleep all the way to afternoon unless something demands her attention.”

“That’s why you showed up this morning. To make sure she wakes up on time.” You pass the grated cheese to Alice and prep the wine bottle. She thanks you and fills the sandwich with the impromptu filling before passing it to you. You fill the wine of choice into two glasses and pass one of them to Alice. “You could make a good housewife, Alice.”

“Why, thank you, Mister Deion~!” she chirps. “But I don’t think I can compete with your precious wives. They must be way better than I am.”

“Now you’re being humble with me,” you quip.

“Oh, please! I still lack the experience in domestic affair,” she replies with a laugh. “Ah, yes. You haven’t answered my very first question. Did you and Marisa hide something from me?”

“Damn, I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me.” With the straightest face you can muster, you answer her. “Yes, Alice. We were hiding something from you. We had sex. A lot of sex. In fact, we experimented with every different position at every place in this house throughout the night. It’s a shame we couldn’t do it outside, but it was too cold and snowy anyway.”

Alice’s mouth pries open in shock before she quickly covers it with her hand. “Oh. Oh. I figured out that both of you would have sex sooner or later, but… experimenting with different positions? S-so lewd!” She starts to look fidgety. “I, uh, I mean, you’re a lover, and every girl I know likes you being a gentle lover to them. Well, me too, so, uh…”

“At least mushrooms weren’t involved.” You refill your glass. “Marisa was very hard to please, and she wouldn’t let me stop until she was satisfied. I think I almost busted my hips letting her ride me for almost an hour.”

She stares you. “You didn’t.”

“Eh, it was her fault that she taunted me with that fine ass.” You offer to refill Alice’s glass, which she gladly accepts. “Well, if you wake up to a sexy magician who wants you to do lewd things to her, would you refuse her?”

“Well, I wouldn’t refuse her,” Alice says. “But I don’t think I’m capable of satisfying her like you. She… Marisa’s usually not that demanding every time she and I do you-know-what.”

“You mean she’s all submissive and receiving?”

“She gives and she takes, and that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.” She pauses. “Maybe that’s why she was so assertive with you. She knew you wouldn’t be intimidated by her hidden side.”

“A wild side that has to be restrained and tamed. Speaking of which.” You pause, only because Marisa is looking at you with a horrified look on her face. “Good morning, Miss Marisa. I see you just woke up again.”

“Deion, did you just tell Alice that we had sex?” she demands.

“What? Is there something wrong with that?” you reply.

“You didn’t have to!” she protests. “Especially not the collar-bell!”

“Oh, fine. Save the collar for yourself. I’ll rather have Alice dress up as a maid for me,” you shrug, eliciting a furious blush from Alice. “That was a good time. Marisa in collar-bell, obediently listening to my orders while shaking that fine ass so invitingly. Too bad I couldn’t find any maid uniform.”

“Deion!!”

“Let’s not forget that you were caught trying to steal my trade secret. I could turn you over to the authority, but I wouldn’t.” You fill your glass and pass it to Marisa. She grumbles in annoyance but sits beside Alice and fetches the glass.

“Were you sleeping again, Marisa?” Alice asks, in the manner of a mildly concerned mother.

“It’s too cold, I don’t want my butt to freeze in the morning,” Marisa mutters. “I figured that you and Alice wouldn’t bang while I was around, though, so there’s your answer.”

You and Alice glare at Marisa. “Do I look like someone who’d bang a girl in someone else’s home?” you ask.

“You didn’t? Jeez, Deion, you’re not adventurous enough,” Marisa replies.

“My definition of adventurous is not the same as yours, if that’s what you mean,” you answer back.

“Yeah, maybe.” She asks for a refill. “I bet wrapping a girl in ribbons is adventurous to you, isn’t it?”

“Ribbons?” Alice asks.

“You don’t know? Jeez, Alice, where have you been living all this time?” Marisa points her finger at your face. “This man knows his stuff. Give him frilled ribbons, and he’s gonna rock your day!”

“I… what?” Alice stares at you. “I didn’t know you’re into bondage, Mister Deion. That’s too lewd!”

“No, no, Alice, it’s not bondage,” Marisa corrects her. “It’s, uh, what is it, Deion? Sexy wrapping, right?”

“But however I look at it, it’s still bondage!” Alice exclaims. “I mean… you wouldn’t do that to me, would you Mister Deion?”

It seems this puppeteer needs to loosen up. “Marisa, get the ribbons.”

“Aye-aye, right away!” She rushes out of the kitchen.

“What did you just teach her?” Alice asks.

“Some of the trade secrets, nothing to worry about,” you shrug, causing Alice to glare at you. “Cross my heart, and hope to die.”

Marisa returns shortly afterwards with the ribbons you used during your sexy time with her. “Guess what I’m going to do with it,” she says while flaunting the ribbons in front of Alice.

“Marisa, what are you going to- Eek!” Marisa already wraps the ribbons around Alice (and to an extent, the chair she’s sitting on). It’s so sudden that neither you nor Alice anticipates this, and both of you can only sit as Marisa tries to emulate your handiwork.

“Marisa.”

She turns around. “What?”

“You’re doing it wrong.”

“Eeeeeh? What do you mean I’m doing it wrong? This is what you do, isn’t it?” She shows you her handiwork. It’s a total mess, not what you’d call a proper wrapping. The knot is too tight, foreign object is in the way, and you couldn’t see any effort being put in it. Worse still, Alice is not pleased.

“Oh, come on! Do I have to go through another lesson again, Deion?” she complains.

It’s time for Sexy Wrapping 101. What to do?
[ ] Write-in. Suggest away, anon. Your guidance will determine how we’ll carry out this “simple” demonstration.
[ ] As a matter of fact, leave this to the author. SATA knows his stuff~

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Okay, here's today's update. As usual, sorry for the delay.
>> No. 35243
[x] As a matter of fact, leave this to the author. SATA knows his stuff~

Best to leave art to an artist. Gotta say it's a pretty nice update though we all know if he had to choose one, who'd he choose: DaiWaifu.
>> No. 35336
[x] As a matter of fact, leave this to the author.
>> No. 35443
SATA, SATA, Write more porn, we're all waiting, its been too long.
>> No. 35470
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>>35443
Shit, someone activated the S/at/A Beacon! I better get to work now.

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[c] As a matter of fact, leave this to the author. SATA knows his stuff~

You know what? Screw this. Marisa totally needs to learn about proper wrapping.

You shove the ordinary magician aside and kneel in front of Alice. “Listen, Marisa. Wrapping gift is all about doing it with great care and utmost attention to your subject. You can’t just go and wrap something or someone on a whim.” You undo the ribbons off Alice and set them aside. “And besides, this is not a good spot for sexy wrapping.”

You lift Alice off the chair and carry her to the bedroom. She lands on the bed with a soft ‘pomf’, and you sit beside her. Gently caressing her flushed face, you then push her onto the mattress and position her arms above her head. “Alright, Marisa. I won’t repeat this again, so I want you to pay very close attention.” You glance at her. “Do you understand?”

“Y-yes!”

“Good.” You turn your attention to Alice. “Alice, may I?”

“…y-yes, please.”

You lean down and kiss her between her eyes and on her cheeks, trailing your lips to her mouth. She purrs softly as you press your mouth against hers, and tilts her head as to let the kiss deepen. You caress her chest through her dress, and she slightly shudders at your touch. You take the ribbons and tie them around her wrists, and then carefully wrap the frilled clothes around her arms all the way to her shoulders.

“Relax. You’re going to enjoy this,” you assure Alice.

“Will I?” Alice asks anxiously.

You offer her a smile. “Cross my heart.”

With lots of time to spare, you tie the ribbons around her chest, alternating from clockwise to counter-clockwise motion. She writhes around on the bed for a while before she calms down, and you reward her for the obedience with a kiss on her neck. With the first set of ribbons done, you take another piece and resume you work, starting this time at her waist. As you reach her hips, you lift her skirt and part her thighs to accommodate the-

Pantyhose. Oh dear, one of your great weaknesses.

“Do you like it?” Alice asks teasingly.

“Very.” You gently stroke her inner thighs, causing her to pout at you in protest. You apologize and continue your journey down to her feet, wrapping every inch of her delectable legs with frilly ribbons. You tie the free end of the ribbons around her ankles and crawl back up to her face. “How do you feel?”

“I feel strangely… special,” she murmurs.

“See? I told you you’re going to enjoy it.” You kiss her once more, deeper this time and with lots of tonguing to be had. She moans and shudders, her body arching underneath you, as if wanting you to undo the ribbons right now. You have a stroke of idea, however, so you gesture at Marisa to approach you. She gets off the chair and sits beside you. You lift yourself from Alice and take your place next to Alice. “Now you do it.”

“Eh? Do what?”

“The unwrapping.”

“You show it to me first!”

“Now who’s the teacher here?” Marisa grumbles in annoyance but complies and crawls over Alice. She laughs nervously when reality sinks in, and she looks back and forth between Alice and you.

“Marisa.” Alice calls her, causing Marisa to snap back at her. “Do whatever Mister Deion wants you to do.”

“Et tu, Alice?”

Alice furrows her eyebrows. Marisa groans in despair and throws her arms upward. “Why is everyone so uptight today?” With shaky fingers, Marisa begins undoing the ribbons, but from the way she’s struggling she finds this plaything very alien to her.

“Jeez, Marisa.” Once again you push her off Alice. “Pay attention. I’m going to do this only once. Okay?” You apologize to Alice for the mess, and offer to undo the ribbons. She nods submissively and closes her eyes. With the permission given, you undo the knots on her wrists and slowly release her arms from the ribbons. You haul her up to your lap and rest your chin on her right shoulder, to get a look on your handiwork as well as enjoying her smooth skin on your face.

Your mind lapses, as the thought of fondling Alice under Marisa’s watchful eyes takes over. You immediately shove all forms of doubt and redouble your focus on Alice. That, or she must have sensed the momentary pause as she brings your hands to her chest.

“Sorry, I got carried away.”

“D-don’t you ever think of anything else… ah!” A husky moan escapes her mouth when you fondle her through her clothes. You give her earlobe a playful nibble as you undress her, blouse and all, and she sucks in a deep breath as you clasp both her breasts in your hand. One of your hands lets go off her breasts and frees her waist from the ribbons. Finding the fastener of her skirt is a hassle, what with you kissing and fondling Alice at the same time, but you manage to pull it down her legs alongside the loose ribbons.

“Mmh… yes, more…”

You oblige to her demand and slip your hand underneath her pantyhose. Finding her damp underwear, you give her crotch a few strokes, and her thighs automatically clamp around your hand in response. You plant a series of kisses on her neck bare shoulder as you methodically pleasure this puppeteer, savouring her womanly scent as she starts panting for air.

Meanwhile, you glance at Marisa to see whether or not she’s paying attention. She’s paying her attention, alright, but something seems off about her. You bring your eyes down her body and find that her robe has come undone and is piling around her waist. Both her hands are busy, one with her left breast and one rubbing her crotch. Her eyes are staring at you but her mind is miles away. She doesn’t seem to notice you or what you do with Alice, though from the look of it she doesn’t seem to care.

“W-where are you looking at?” Alice cranes her head to meet you and forcefully presses her lips onto your own, moaning deeply into your mouth as you fondle and rub her at the same time. Your response is to pull her pantyhose and underwear down her legs until they crumple around her ankle. She lets out a deep, throaty moan as you slip your pointer past her lower lips and into her slick folds. Your middle finger follows suit seconds later, and soon your digits start exploring every inch they can reach, urged by her moans and pants.

Your free hand, meanwhile, squeezes and gropes around her chest, rolling her erect nipples one at a time. You pause for a while to pull her pantyhose and underwear down her legs, and then you continue your two-prong assault in earnest. Alice squirms, her whimpers increasing in pace and volume as you thrust your fingers in and out of her in steady rhythm. Her inner walls start to clench around your fingers, so you twist your fingers inside her until-

“Ah! Aaahh!! Deion!!!”

Alice’s eyes roll inward, and her back arches as she cries out your name incoherently. You hold her tight as she thrashes about on your lap, orgasm wracking her from head to toe, though her tied ankles prevent her from moving too much. She continues to twitch and pant as her orgasm slowly subsides, and slumps tiredly against you afterward. You’re content with brushing your lips on her flushed cheek as she recovers, stroking her hair with your dry hand.

It’s time to wrap up the tutorial.

“Remember. Follow not your mind but your heart. If you do, then you’ll be able to enjoy this activity.” You bring your hand to her ankles and undo the ribbons, then toss them away alongside her pantyhose and underwear. You continue caressing her for a minute before you lift her off your lap and lay her down on the mattress. Her tired, dazed smile tells you that she’s thoroughly enjoying this moment, and that’s your intention from the beginning.

…and that’s when a soft moan startles you.

You turn to your side to find Marisa, panting and shuddering as though she’s hit her own orgasm. She appears to have stopped fondling and rubbing herself, though her hands remain where they are.

“Someone is very desperate,” Alice mutters.

“You don’t say.” Removing yourself from Alice, you pull Marisa toward you and sit her on your lap. Her shocked protest goes unnoticed as you seize her parted mouth and ravage her lips, and she moans loudly into your mouth as you roughly grope her ass.

“You’re so mean…” the ordinary witch grumbles. “Leaving me behind while you and Alice enjoyed each other? I call BS on that!”

“Why, Miss Marisa, you never told me that you wanted a part of it,” you say nonchalantly.

Alice, meanwhile, has gotten off the bed and is standing on her knees behind Marisa, her arms wrapped about her shoulders. “Silly Marisa, you don’t have to be shy,” she whispers into her ear. “You know I’m more than willing to share with you if you like.”

“Oh, shut up.” She places her hands on your face and pulls you down, roughly mashing her lips with yours. “Wrap me. And make me feel sexier than Alice.”

And then the three of them had sex. All day long. From morning to afternoon and from evening to midnight. With lots of ribbons and wines and mushrooms involved. And then Reimu walked in and said “what the fuck I’m walking into?” And then Aya wrote an article about Deion’s skill, and then all the girls desire to be wrapped in his ribbons. You expected that to happen? How could you, Anon!

Anyway, a quick question before I take a break from /at/ writing in the spirit of Ramadan: rewrite this update and actually include threesome with lewd, wrapped up magicians, or just leave it as it is? Because I’m such a horrible writefag to tease everyone with cliff-hangers.
>> No. 35471
>>35470
I say go all the way, but that's just me.
>> No. 35472
ALL THE WAY
>> No. 35473
Lewd, wrapped up magicians sounds like the perfect way to go on this one.
>> No. 35483
There's nothing worse than porn that stops before it gets to the good part.

So yeah, keep going.
>> No. 35535
>>35483
>>35473
>>35472
>>35471
Alright, then. Calling it now, we'll be pleasing lewd magicians through and through. Don't expect the update to come up in the nearest time, though.
>> No. 35598
Deion better be thinking of having a career change.
>> No. 35731
anything, SATA? its been a month. also, how do you not bump something? i'm new to commenting.
>> No. 35732
>>35731

>also, how do you not bump something? i'm new to commenting.

Put "sage" without the quotation marks in the email field. If you want to know more about how to post here, follow these instructions;

Look at the top right of the site. You should see a link labeled "Home". Click on it and you'll be at the sites front page. There are four tabs to switch between. Read both FAQ and Rules.

Once you've done that, go to this thread >>/gensokyo/6052

Please read it entirely, including the seemingly irrelevant comments below. There are some important facts mentioned among the clutter that aren't really mentioned elsewhere.

Finally, this is the news and general information thread >>/gensokyo/1351

This one isn't as important as the others, but please read it if you can spare the time.

Once you've read all that, you should pretty much know everything you need to know. If you still have any questions, feel free to come back and ask us.

Welcome to THP. I hope you enjoy your stay.
>> No. 35736
Thanks for the tips!
>> No. 35757
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>>35598
But Anon, winemaking is in his blood. He'll forever brew delicious wines for all the girls to taste~

>>35731
Yeah, I know. I'm working on it as we speak. Though considering that there's also the long overdue scene with Reimu, I doubt it will be done soon. So please wait warmly while this lowly writefag is preparing~
>> No. 36078
>>36076
Who the heck are you?
>> No. 36088
SATA! We Need More Porn!!!
>> No. 36206
>>35757

Pretty sure you're still around but would it be possible to archive the whole story somewhere? If not, then currently considering going through the three threads and basically compiling the story into one big document.
>> No. 36898
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>>36206
Yeah, I'm still around, though didn't I already post the archive DL link somewhere in this thread? Give me some time to compile the threads if it's missing. Anyway, here's something fresh from me to share with everyone, hope this is enough to fulfill my /at/ quota.

Author's note: assume this to take place after Deion’s fateful reunion with Reimu. Also, wanting to try my hand on something new.

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Where am I?

I’m quite certain this is not Makai, nor is this Mugenkan. The ambient atmosphere outside the window suggests that I’m in an entirely unknown location. So as I lie down on a bed and stare up at the featureless ceiling above, feeling my body unusually numb and aching, I’m trying to recall everything that led up to this sticky situation.

That’s right. I was at Shinki’s mansion to attend her reunion party. Apparently I had been asked to look after a bar she had opened specifically for the event, and as a winemaker I had the obligation to serve the best vintages for her guests from across Gensokyo. Was that all? I think there was more to that than just bartending, but my mind is hazy right now.

I hear the door being opened and see a woman is walking into the room I’m in. That’s Yuugen Magan, isn’t it? Shinki introduced me to her during her party. I have to admit that I was first intimidated by her presence. I mean, who in the world would carry five enormous discs that were apparently sentient around?

“Oh, you’re awake.”

I can only watch as Yuugen sits down beside me. Now that the five discs are absent, she looks nothing more like a regular woman. Well, regular would be an understatement, what with the semi-transparent nightgown that seems to present her womanly figure for me. Man, if this wasn’t an awkward situation, I would say that I’m in heavens.

Yuugen must have noticed where my eyes are, because she’s now smiling at me, forcing me to avert my gaze. “Good morning, Mister Deion. How was your sleep?”

“It was all right, I guess. So, uh, what happened to me?”

“You passed out during the party. Shinki requested that I take you here for your own welfare.”

I passed out? Was it because the party’s atmosphere became too unbearable to me? “Did something happen to me before that?” I ask.

“You got jumped on by the guests,” Yuugen says. Wait; I got jumped on? By who, and why? “It started when Shinki suggested that we hold a competition and, uh, things went spiralling down from there. Hence, why you ended up here.”

What on earth is she talking about— oh? Oh! Now I remember! During the party Shinki came up with a suggestion that whoever could drink the most and not getting drunk in the process would win the right to spend the night with me. I thought she just meant that as a joke to entertain her long-time friends, but apparently some of the partygoers took it very literally.

Such as Yuuka, Yukari, Mima and Shinki herself, all of whom jumped on me and wanted to make hot passionate love to me.

“You don’t seem to be pleased. May I ask why, Mister Deion?”

I shake my head. “How am I not supposed to be pleased when I have girls wanting to get inside my pants and not taking my opinion into consideration?” I pause, only because Yuugen is staring at me; it’s like she’s not buying that excuse. “The thing is, I’m a human. Most of the women I’ve met are… not human, so to speak. It’s like my presence always attracts the attention of non-human women, so…”

“Does that mean you don’t want to have sex with a woman who gives herself to you willingly?” Ouch, right in the feels, lady!

“Like I said, I’m just a human. I’m not a sex machine that doesn’t need to be recharged.” I’m silenced once again, but this time it’s because Yuugen is kissing me, deeply and tenderly. Trying to find a reason behind this reaction, I decide to throw my logic behind and return the kiss, letting it linger for a few moments.

“Would you like to have breakfast?” she asks as our kiss disengages.

I was so engrossed in my misery that I didn’t notice my stomach growling. “Yes, please.”

“If that’s the case.” My eyes storm wide when Yuugen’s hand suddenly reaches for my crotch and strokes me through the pants. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I surprise you?”

“N-no. Not really. I was just…” Gosh, to have a woman whom I knew for barely a day touch me like this, and so sudden too…

Yuugen merely smiles at my predicament and continues stroking me. Then she suddenly pulls her hand off my pants and backs off a few steps. I look at her with an eyebrow raised as she undresses herself, sensuously undoing the strings that keep her nightgown in place until only she’s covered in only her panties.

“What’s the matter? Never see a woman undressing in front of you before?” she asks, in a mixture of mischief and timidity.

I find myself blushing at the question. “N-no! Not that I mind you undressing yourself.” My pants are getting tighter, and I try the hardest not to show it to her. “Why are you doing this?”

“Why not?” Now fully undressed, she focuses her attention back at my crotch. Diligently she pulls down the zipper, and I can’t think of a word that would describe how relieved I am as my erection springs free from its restrictive tent. “For me?” she asks rather playfully.

“I can assure you that it’s not for me,” I answer bashfully.

“Oh~ I’m beginning to like you already, Mister Deion.” Leaning forward, she brings herself to my crotch and… presses my hard shaft between her breasts. My blush grows deeper, and I involuntarily moan when she starts to move.

“Oh gods, Yuugen. This is…”

“Can’t take it already? Don’t worry, I’ll help you~”

Yuugen’s continuous massaging causes me to reach my peak fast. My cock is visibly twitching between her breasts, and she notices this as she squeezes her breasts tighter around me. Without warning, I find release, my throbbing manhood ejecting its entire load onto her face. She doesn’t flinch, even giggling as she accepts the treat with an open mouth, letting my semen smear all over her face and her breasts.

After a few more shots, my cock begins to limp. Yuugen pouts at this, though it quickly gives way to her seductive grin as she brings her mouth over the tip of my manhood. “You made quite a mess. I should clean this right away~” With that said, she engulfs my erect cock, pushing it past her lips before swallowing it whole.

It feels so good, that I feel my erection coming to live and approaching another release again. This time, I ejaculate right inside her mouth, eliciting a surprised gasp from Yuugen. She stares up at me, a mixture of resent and arousal visible in her eyes, and I can see a hint of mischievous smile on her lips as she allows my cock to pump its load into her throat.

Finally Yuugen lets go off me. She crawls up onto me and presses her cum-coated lips against mine, kissing me deeply and sharing the sharp taste of my own semen. I return the kiss, feeling rather than hearing her moans in my mouth as I grab a handful of her butt and squeeze it.

“Before we left, Shinki told me that you made tender loving to her and made her feel very special. I wonder what a human like you had done to deserve such attention from her,” Yuugen murmurs, moaning as I keep fondling her ass. So that’s the reason. I should have figured it out.

“…I’m often told that I’m good at fulfilling a woman’s desire.” This, of course, comes from a man who has made a good wife out of a greater fairy, a flower youkai, a curse goddess, a maid of Hell and the eternal shrine maiden of paradise. “It works. Usually.”

“Hmm~ I wonder if you can do the same to me~” Yuugen kisses me once more, rubbing her milky breasts against me. “Did you know that breast milk is sometimes used as aphrodisiac?”

“Never heard of that.” Hold on, what is she implying here?

“Well, that’s too bad.” She suddenly turns around, pressing her back against my chest as she sits upon my lap. Her hands grab mine, guiding them over to her breasts and place them there. Taking it as a cue, I begin to fondle her, squeezing and tweezing and pinching every inch of her desirable mounds. I bombard her neck and shoulders with featherlike kisses, nibbling her once in a while to further excite her. Yuugen moans in pleasure, throwing her head backward as she rests it next to mine.

“You’re one lewd woman, you know that,” I whisper into her ear.

“Says the one who wants to ravish me so bad~” Turning her head to the right, she stares me in hazy eyes. “Kiss me.” I oblige and bring my head forward, pressing my lips against hers as I continue to fondle her. Yuugen pulls herself away from the kiss and stiffens before she suddenly arches her back with a loud cry. Something warm and sticky is flooding my hands and…

Wait. Is she lactating?

I stop fondling her, though her milk keeps dripping onto my hands and the mattress below. Yuugen sags against me, panting heavily as though she has climaxed. I brush my lips upon her flushed cheek, kissing her as to sooth her as she begins to calm down. I believe this is my first time seeing a woman lactate during our lovemaking.

“Do want some of my milk~?”

Of course, when a woman is offering, how can I refuse?

I reposition Yuugen so that she’s facing me. I continue kissing her, savouring the sweet taste of this woman’s love. Then I let go off her lips and make my way down to her breasts, until my mouth hovers over their hardened peak. Without even wasting a time, I bring her tits into my mouth, sucking and drinking her warm breast milk as much as I can.

“Yes, yes! Suck my breasts! Oh god, suck them hard!”

With my belly filled, I release Yuugen’s tits from my mouth, leaving her panting heavily in my arms. I bring my face up to hers and kiss her, sharing the taste of her own milk with her. By now, my cock has regained its erection, no doubt fuelled by the “special properties” of her milk as she claimed. Feeling it rub against her crotch, Yuugen grabs a handful of me and impatiently guides herself over me, but is stopped by my hand.

“…I don’t think I can wait anymore,” she mutters.

“Neither do I.” Brushing her hand off my cock, I gently push her back onto the bed and untie the strings of her laced panties before setting them aside. Placing my hand between her legs, I begin to push my fingers into her lower entrance, causing her to gasp in pleasure. As she moans and writhes, I stroke her inner walls, picking up the pace when her love juice starts to leak.

Yuugen cries out in orgasm, her thighs automatically clamp around my hand as she arches her body. I stop fingering her, allowing her to ride her climax before I pull out my drenched fingers and bring them to her face, which she dazedly clean up. She’s now wet and ready, and as I position myself between her thighs I take a moment to enjoy the sight of this woman presenting herself to me, her face flushed with passion.

“Yuugen… may I?”

She nods submissively. “I’m yours~”

That’s all I need. Taking a deep breath, I begin to push myself into Yuugen’s sacred gate. She stirs underneath me, and then moans as I slowly fill her up to the hilt. She’s tight, so tight, and I’m having a bit of trouble adjusting myself to this sensation of being enveloped.

“Oh gods, you’re so deep inside me…”

“Are you alright?” I ask out of concern.

She nods again. “It’s my first cock in a long time…”

Her first cock in a long time? She must have been very desperate of getting laid.

“I’ll make sure you enjoy every moment of it.” I give her a few thrusts to stir up her insides. Yuugen responds with a loud moan, which is quickly silenced as I deeply kiss her. Feeling her insides tighten up, I start picking up the pace.

With each thrust I make, Yuugen cries out in pure lust and grinds her hips against me, prompting me to pound her harder and deeper. My mouth clamps upon her breasts, hungrily sucking on her tits as she lactates for the second time.

“So good! So good!”

The lewd sounds of hips slapping against each other fill the room as the tempo of my penetration becomes offbeat. I release her breasts and bring my head up to her face, just as her lips meet mine for a desperate kiss. Yuugen wraps her arms and legs around me, tightly hugging me as she’s being driven crazy by pleasure.

“Y-Yuugen, I’m going to come…!”

“Yes, yes! Come inside me, Mister Deion! Come inside me!”

With a last, mighty thrust, I push deep into her until I can’t go any further. This causes her inner walls to contract around my pulsating manhood, and Yuugen wails loudly underneath me, quivering and thrashing as a powerful orgasm surges through her. I, too, reach my own peak and shoot my load into her, filling her womb with my seed as I let out a triumphant groan.

Even after the orgasm of both, neither Yuugen nor I let go off each other just yet. As we’re descending from our fiery lovemaking, deep in my heart I want to continue to make love to this desirable woman; I can tell that she feels the same about me, wanting to be loved and treated right.

“Yuugen! Is breakfast ready?” A childish voice comes from outside the door right before it’s opened. It’s Elis, one of Yuugen’s friends who accompanied her at the party. She seems to be at complete loss, as though she has witnessed something too inappropriate.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” she says before she makes a slow turnaround and makes a haste exit to wherever. “I’m just passing through!”

Both Yuugen and I stare at each other in awkward silence. Then we burst in a fit of giggles, cuddling and kissing each other as we’re basking in warm afterglow. I feel drowsy afterward, and as I struggle to keep myself awake I hear Yuugen asking me a question.

“Did you enjoy your breakfast?”

I kiss her softly and then bury my face in the crook of her neck, tasting her aromatic afterglow. “As much as I’m enjoying you,” I answer.

Inb4 Anon asking SATA to write Elis porno.
>> No. 36899
That was nicely done, never I thought HER of all people.

>Spoiler
Put that on your to-do list, mate.
>> No. 36900
Highly Responsive to Prayers characters don't get enough love, so if you decide to write an Elis chapter at some point I will openly welcome it.
>> No. 37343
Does the S/at/A beacon still work? I mean, I hope so...

A lot has happened since this was last updated. We've even got a new group of ladies that need Deion's help appreciating fine wine!

/at/ has gotten awful quiet... hopefully a little oomph can help breathe some life into this place.

This one also hopes this little nudge does not come off as demanding, as that was never the intent.
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>>37343
have no fear, for S/at/A is here.

No, no, you have every right in the world to bump this thread. I must apology for the long absence in this section, as I've been through real-life hell and am recovering from it (is it me, or is August one of the most unproductive months of the year?). FYI, I'm working my ass to complete the promised Deion/Reimu reunion chapter, so please bear with me.

>We've even got a new group of ladies that need Deion's help appreciating fine wine!
American fairy fuck yeah! Sorry, just had to say that.
>> No. 37348
>>37347

Jesus Christ dude, you should have spoilered that pic. Damn near had a heart attack when I was checkin for updates and thought someone already made some /at/ Clownpiece fiction.
>> No. 37349
>>37348
/at/ doesn't have spoilers, since it's actually an NSFW checkbox.
>> No. 37350
>>37347

OK, hopefully that's how one properly replies to specific posts. Anyhow, nudger here, thanks very much for the response.

Take some time if you need it. I get the feeling this is gonna be a very high quality chapter. A rather sweet one too. A happy miko is the best kind of miko, after all.

I can get behind America fairy. Deion seems rather popular with her kind, after all. Wonder how she'd get along with the other fairies.
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>>37350
Thanks, really appreciated it.

On the other hand, look at what I've written. Lo and behold, Clownpiece's first(?) appearance in TH-P.com. Hope I got this one right since it was conceived just yesterday night.

Author’s note: this is a time-skip, taking place days after the events in LOLK. Enjoy.

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“Must you have your party here?”

“Do you have a problem with that?” answers Marisa as she gives your back a hard slap. “It’s not that we don’t want to have party somewhere else, but where else can we sit down and enjoy delicious wines together?”

“And you were expecting me to entertain you girls?”

“Why not? You’re the only one who can make us feel good with your ‘divine’ skill,” Marisa answers while she highlights the word ‘divine’ with peculiar hand gesture. “Just make sure you don’t jump on anyone of us.”

“Like hell I would. If anything, it’s you who are going to jump on me instead.”

Marisa laughs heartily and squeezes herself between Reimu and Sanae, throwing her arms over the shrine maidens’ shoulders. “You’re welcome, Deion.”

You stare at these uninvited guests. Apparently Reimu and her partners had come up with the idea of celebrating their successful incident solving at the Lunar Capital by coming to your place. It just happens that you’ve finished cleaning the cellar, so one can only imagine your disdain when the girls came flocking at you, demanding that you serve them with the best wines from your collection. It’s fortunate that Daiyousei is absent, though there’s no telling if or when she comes back and walks into hot amorous session between you and your guests.

“Hey, you girls better tell me what the incident really was about. The only hint I got from Eirin was that it involved some kind of evacuation.” The four girls in front of you stop chatting to one another and turn their attention to you. “Unless there’s a valid reason behind it, you just came here to have wild party. If that’s the case, I’m afraid I have to ask you to leave.”

Marisa and Reisen coo in unison. “That’s so impolite of you, Mister Winemaker. What if all of us here get drunk and are unable to walk home? Would it hurt you if you could let us sleep here?” Reisen asks.

“I… I don’t think it’s a good idea to stay at his home, guys,” Sanae timidly speaks. This causes Reisen and Marisa to laugh and tease the meek shrine maiden.

“Sanae, you’re already past your legal age! What’s to be afraid of? Besides, this is Gensokyo. Why should you be bound by common sense?” Marisa asks.

“That’s not the point! I mean, isn’t Mister Deion already married to Daiyousei? Wouldn’t it be rude for us to sleep here without his wife’s consent?”

“Sanae.” Without missing a beat, Reimu shoves a glassful of wine into Sanae’s mouth, forcing it down her throat. “Do yourself a favour and drop that good girl image of yours just for one night.”

“Reimu, what are you- hic!” Sanae hiccups, covers her mouth and looks at you in bewilderment. She hiccups again and starts throwing random slurs before she plops against Reisen’s shoulder. “I’m not good with alcohol…”

“Already giving up, Sanae? Aw, that’s no fun!” Marisa complains.

“Lady Kanako… Lady Suwako… I have sinned, please forgive me…” Sanae mumbles and absentmindedly gropes Reisen. This causes the moon rabbit to squeal and push Sanae off onto Marisa. Sanae growls and throws a kissy-hissy face at Marisa, and everyone just laughs at the girl as Marisa pushes her back to Reisen.

You ignore the girls’ shenanigans and ponder on what Sanae has said earlier. Married with a fairy, huh? You certainly didn’t expect to hear that from anyone. You haven’t really thought of settling down with Daiyousei (or your lovers, if that matters) as it’s not a really pressing matter. Perhaps you should consult with her (and the rest of your ‘wives’) and discuss with them about this matter.



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………

“Aw, we’ve run out of wines! Deion, go get us more refills~!”

“That’s the fifth bottle you had, Marisa,” you grumble while glaring at piles of empty bottles in front of you. “I should let you know that these wines are expensive. There’s no way I’m going to let you girls drink them for free.”

“You’re expecting us to drink rum instead? We’re no pirates, no sir!” Marisa replies in. “Besides, we can repay for the wines we bought from you! Right, Reimu~?”

“I’d rather have Deion donate to me,” Reimu mumbles and shoots you a knowing glare; you understand that statement very much, and decide not to respond to that. “Pfft. Chickening out.”

“Deion, get us more wines! We’re thirsty for your delicious wine, can’t you see?” These girls are totally useless. Coming to your home and acting like they freaking own this place. Why don’t they just go to Reimu’s place and indulge in their own vice?

“Fine. I’ll find the strongest wine in the cellar and make you drink it so much you won’t be waking up until the next day.”

“That’s our man~!” Marisa hollers. “Three cheers for our venerable winemaker, guys! Hip-hip, hooray!”

You leave the girls with their own device and head to the cellar. As you walk into the underground room, you hear a loud commotion followed by the sound of bottles clanking. The thought of confronting intruders in this property worry you; ever since Marisa’s botched attempt, you’ve amped the security by replacing the wooden door with industrial-grade barricade. Even if someone does manage to break in, there are extra security measures inside the cellar including closed circuit camera system (you have to someday thank Yukari for providing the solution. Or “thank”, whichever comes first). Overkill? What overkill? Better take excessive measures than to take security for granted and regret your negligence later.

Carefully you walk to the back of the cellar, you see the unmistakable silhouette of a girl leaning against a barrel and drinking from a wine bottle. Your eyes wander to the right and spot an open crate near her feet, then back at the girl. Why is she wearing American flag on her body? And aren’t those fairy wings on her back?

The girl doesn’t seem to notice your presence until you’re standing right behind her – or until you tap her on the shoulder. She jumps off her feet and squeals in surprise, almost hitting you with the bottle. “For fuck’s sake- aw, mister, you’re scaring the hell out of me!”

“Who are you?”

“I was enjoying the prime time of my life,” the girl adds and points an accusing finger at you. “And you just had to walk in and ruin this glorious moment! Don’t ever do that to lady who’s basking in her quality time, capiche?!”

Capiche? Since when you were under the impression that this girl is Italian? “That’s not how you drink your wine, lady,” you point out.

“It isn’t?” The girl tilts her head quizzically at the question. “Welp. I thought you were going to arrest me and turn me in to the police.”

“I was about to do that, you—”

“Oh, but look at this place! So many wines, so many flavours, I’m getting dizzy just by looking at them!” The girl hops around you, swinging the empty bottle haphazardly over her head before you catch it. A closer inspection of the empty bottle indicates that she’s found the fresh batch of Grand Cru. You’re in relief, because there’s no way telling what will happen if she had raided the hundred-year-old vintages.

“How the hell you got here in the first place?”

“How the hell should I know?” the girl (you decided to call her American fairy for now) replies and does a spin on her feet, then takes another bottle from the crate and chugs its content in one go. “Oh, wait. I saw these four –hic– clowns headed to this –hic– place, and I thought –hic– that it would be fun –hic– if I could tag along –hic–

“You’re drunk.”

“I am nooooooooot~” American fairy wails, hiccupping again at the end of the sentence. She does another spin before she inexplicably jumps on you and hugs you tightly, wildly swinging the empty bottle over her head. “I’m just doing what every American does, okay? God bless you, America! Hic.

American fairy buries her face beneath your coat… and presses her chest against you, causing you to blush. If she didn’t do this on purpose, she might have now but damn, she feels so soft, so warm, so alluring; her swaying hips, her well-developed rear, her modest yet cute breasts, her gorgeous tresses… she’s one sexy-as-hell fairy, and you wouldn’t mind jumping on her and making hot passionate love to her… if only she doesn’t reek of alcohol.

Note to self: fairies smell terrible when they’re drunk.

American fairy suddenly looks up at you. The drunken face is gone, and in its place is the seductive gaze of a temptress. “You wanted to do naughty things to me while I’m drunk. I can taste it.”

“Since when I was under the impression that I wanted to ravish drunken fairy?”

American fairy laughs and throws her arms about your neck. “You’re so funneeeeeh~” she hollers, her drunken façade taking over. “Of course you don’t! Who the hell wants to have sex with drunken fairy?”

“You’re making too much noise,” you tell her.

“Do I ever care, misteeeeeeeer~” American fairy suddenly belches, pushes herself off you and barfs onto the floor. Oh, goddamn it, doesn’t she have anywhere else to throw up?! “Urp… sorry, I drank too much, ehehehe~”

“Who’s going to clean up this mess?”

American fairy doesn’t answer your question and jumps on you again, hugging you with both her arms and legs. “I’m sleepy, mister. Toss me onto your fluffy bed~” You grumble and throw her over your shoulder, causing her to giggle and make childish noises.

“Stupid sexy fairy.”

“Eh? You were saying anything, mister?”

“I’m letting you sleep in my room for tonight, but just for tonight. You’re leaving tomorrow morning.”

“Yay~”

You leave the cellar with American fairy, now fallen asleep and soundly snoring on your shoulder. You take a peek on your guests, who are too busy frolicking with each other to notice the commotion at the cellar. You ignore them for a while and head to your room, and then unceremoniously throw her on your bed. American fairy squeals when she falls onto the mattress with a loud ‘pomf’ but otherwise stays asleep, even grabbing your pillow and hugging it tightly.

With the problem settled, you decide to leave her in your room and head outside to check on your guests. You stare at American fairy’s peaceful sleeping face before getting up to leave… and that’s when you feel something grabbing your arm. You turn around and suddenly get yanked onto the bed, right on top of her.

“I didn’t say you could leave me, mister.”

That temptress persona is back? What’s up with this girl?

American fairy suddenly grabs your head and pulls you closer to her face, ending it in a kiss. You’re clearly taken by surprise as she ravages your mouth, before you decide to play along and return the kiss as passionately as you can.

The kiss breaks a few seconds later with a loud pop, and American fairy grins impishly as she takes your hands and guides them onto her breasts, pushing and making circling motions around her soft mounds. “What did you say earlier about ravishing drunken fairy?” she asks teasingly. “You’re naughty, mister.”

“Says the one who deliberately guided my hands to her chest and fondled her.”

“I like the way you kissed me,” American fairy suddenly changes topic. “You must have practiced a lot~” She pulls you down for another kiss, moaning when you slip your hands underneath her shirt and fondle her. When the two of you break off the kiss for the second time, you stare at American fairy and notice the burning desire in her purplish eyes.

“Don’t you want to ravish me, mister? I know you do~”

You sit up, pulling American fairy onto your lap and hug her lithe body. “Ravishing isn’t quite a right term,” you reply and bury your face beneath the crook of her neck. American fairy moans in pleasure as you nibble her velvety skin, and giggles when you time it with your fondling on her chest. “I prefer the term ‘making love’.”

“Oh~ you’re a romanticist, I like that.” American fairy moans again when you give her left breast a soft yet firm squeeze but suddenly pushes herself off you. “Help me remove my dress, mister.”

You wiggle yourself out of American fairy’s arms and help her undress herself. First her Star ‘n Stripes dress, then her American flag-themed tights. American fairy even helps you removing your coat and shirt, and wastes no time brushing her lips along your chest. You can actually feel rather than hear her aroused moans as she licks your skin, which in turn excites you even more.

“I do believe it’s your turn to get undressed.” American fairy pushes you onto your bed and forcibly yanks your trouser. Her eyebrow arches upward at the sight of your erection springing to life. “Oh, look at how big it is~ I wonder if my mouth can take it all.”

American fairy bends down and grabs a handful of your cock, caressing and squeezing it. It feels amazing to have her lithe fingers wrapping you, and your cock twitches as if responding to her gentle touch.

“Oh~ already impatient to let it out. So naughty~”

You blush at her teases. American fairy giggles and runs her tongue up and down your shaft, sensually licking its pre-cum. At the same time her hands takes your sack and massages it, causing you to shudder. She’s an expert in this, and she seems to know this as she throws you her seductive gaze.

A minute would pass before American fairy pulls away from your crotch. She gives you a wicked smirk before she returns to your cock, only this time she takes your entire length into her mouth, slowly going down until she finally has your whole shaft in her mouth. You wordlessly stroke her head and ears as American fairy begins sucking on your manhood, slow at first but later picking up speed. It’s very arousing to have her tongue around you, and more so since you barely knew this girl for an hour.

Suddenly, without a warning you grab American fairy’s hair and hold her head still as you force yourself down her throat and unload yourself into her mouth. She gasps when you come without alerting her but later hums in pleasure as she swallows every drop of your semen.

You pull out of American fairy’s mouth and rest your spent cock on her face, letting it spill its remaining content all over her. She closes her eyes, moaning in pleasure as she lets herself be creamed. After a while she pulls away and crawls up to your face, gently caressing your flushed cheek.

“You surely spent a lot for me, mister. I hope you still have some more left~”

American fairy kisses you, pressing her naked chest against you. You return the kiss, then break away to take a good look at her. In this position and under the dim light, you can now admire her glistening body, covered in sweats and flushed in desire. Her eyes are boring through you, burning in intense want.

“I want more of you, mister,” American fairy murmurs. “Take me now…”

You’re only too happy to oblige. Taking a handful of her tight buttock, you guide American fairy over your erection and brush its tip against her lower entrance. She gasps and pouts cutely at you, and you smile over her predicament before you lower her onto your manhood. You let out an aroused grunt at the sensation of her inner walls squeezing and engulfing you, as so is American fairy as she’s being slowly filled.

Both you and American fairy moan lustfully when you’ve fully penetrated her to the hilt. She pants breathlessly and clings onto you, squirming and bucking her hips a little.

“You alright?”

“…it’s inside me… oh god, so full…”

You sooth American fairy by kissing her between the eyes. “Just tell me if I’m hurting you, okay?”

She shakes her head. “I’m alright… please go ahead.”

Nodding to American fairy, you begin thrusting into her, wrapping your arms around her waist to keep her in one place. She lets out husky moans as you continue to shove deeper into her, occasionally bucking hard against her hips. You’re surprised that she manages to take it whole, not knowing whether or not this is her first, but asking her will only ruin this moment.

Soon your cock twitches inside American fairy, ready to unload itself. She seems to notice it as she tightly wraps her arms and legs around you, wanting you to release it inside her. With a deep groan, you thrust deep into her and fill her to the brim. The sensation of being filled triggers her orgasm as she howls loudly and clenches you tightly. You remain inside her for a while before you lift her off your lap and put her on all four.

“You want to do me from behind, mister~?” America fairy even wiggles her lewd hips, enticing you to ravish her from get-go. You’ve taken the bait, and with very little regard of self-restraint you stab your shaft past her sloppy gate, once again filling her. As you pound away, you grab her chest and play with her erect nipples.

“Mmm… mister, you’re so impatient…”

“I’ll give you more if you like, you naughty fairy you.”

American fairy moans approvingly and bucks her hips, timing it with the thrusting motion of your cock. Of course, she starts squeezing you tightly, giving you hard time to move in and out of her.

It doesn’t take too long before you feel your third orgasm coming. You increase the tempo of your penetration, knocking American fairy out of breath as she’s driven crazy by passion. As you reach your peak again, you drive your cock deep into her before you finally climax, giving her aching womb its second cum filling. She lets out a cry of pleasure moments later, drenching your dick with her love juice as she comes.

You pull out of American fairy’s drenched pussy and fall onto your back. She follows you seconds later and lies on her side. “I… oh… wow. That was so intense,” she pants breathlessly.

“Did you enjoy it?” you ask and bring her into your arms, holding her close. Too tired to say a word, American fairy nods and snuggles under your arm. A few quiet minutes would pass before you realize you have a question to ask this girl.

“So… why America?”

American fairy giggles and hugs you. “Why not? America is the land of freedom, and I don’t see the offence in celebrating the freedom.” She squeaks when you turn over so that she’s lying on top of you, but then sighs in pleasure as you run your hair along her back and onto her butt. “Mmm… all the ravishing we had, and I didn’t get to learn your name.”

“Deion. Just go with that.”

“Deion? Why does it sound familiar- ah, of course. Dionysos, the Greek god of wine, fertility, revelry and dance. I should have known~” American fairy says. “Name’s Clownpiece. I know, it’s a weird name to some.”

“On the contrary, it does suit you, what with that crazy antic of yours.”

“Crazy comes with us fairies in a package.” Both you and Clownpiece kiss and cuddle, enjoying each other’s warm afterglow. “Hey, forgot to ask this, but…”

“What?”

“What are you going to do with those clowns downstairs?”

“Oh, you mean the Reimu and the rest? Just ignore them. They can take care of their own.” You inwardly chuckle at the thought off seeing your guests as clowns, making fool of themselves while vying for your utmost attention. “They won’t take being called clowns lightly, you know.”

“Humph. I fought them once, and I will fight them again. After all, that’s what America stands for. Never refusing to back down- kyah!” She gasps when you flip her over, and her breaths come up short when you loom over her. “You still want to do it? What are you made of, Deion?”

“I’m a winemaker.” You kiss Clownpiece deeply, tonguing her and rousing her to open up for you. “Winemaking is in my blood. It comes with the package.”

“Winemaking?” She giggles and spreads her thighs invitingly, almost as if she’s ready to be taken. “If that’s the case, then treat me with the best wines you have~”



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………

The following morning arrives, and you wake up to find that Clownpiece isn’t in your arms. Turning around, you see Clownpiece sitting at the window, wearing the shirt you wore last night. She doesn’t notice you at first as she’s looking at the vineyard, but later turns towards you and smiles.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Morning. How was your sleep?”

“The best sleep I’ve ever had~” Clownpiece hurls herself towards you and pins you back onto the mattress. “I like this place, and I like its hospitality. Thanks to you, I may have found a new place to hang out,” she speaks as she sits atop of you.

“I never remembered allowing you to come here every day.”

“Hey!” Clownpiece punches you on the chest. “You don’t want to enjoy the company of this American fairy? How could you.”

“What I’m saying is.” You wrap your arms around Clownpiece and flip around, sandwiching her between you and the bed. Her protests are silenced when you claim her lips, and she doesn’t offer any resistance as you savour her morning taste. “You better get used to working with a winemaker if you’re very keen on living in this house,” you murmur over her mouth.

“Forcing me to hard labour? Can’t do that, Deion. I’m a creature of freedom, you can’t simply restrain me.” You kiss her again, and she sighs amorously as she squirms lewdly underneath you. “Mmm… getting worked up for me already, I see~”

“Can’t help it. You’re one lewd fairy, who am I to resist jumping on you?”

“Is that so?” She giggles and kisses you, then grabs your erection and guides it to her sleek folds. “Then make this lewd fairy feel good, Deion~”

“Will do.”

Instead of thrusting roughly into her like yesterday, you embrace Clownpiece and slowly shove and fill her up. She moans happily at each thrust and squeezes your manhood; not wanting to be outdone by her eagerness you increase the tempo, pumping in and out of her as fast as you can.

With a hearty squeal Clownpiece hits orgasm, her inner walls contracting around you as you find your own release, shooting your load deep into her awaiting womb. Both of you hold onto each other as to wait for the orgasm to wear down, then you pull out of her.

“We should have that cleaned,” Clownpiece says and points at a sizable stain on the blanket.

“Maybe later.” You take her hand and pull her off the bed. “How about we take a bath together and then prepare breakfast?”

“Sounds like fun. Want me to wash you?”

You chuckle and kiss Clownpiece before leading her to the bathroom. “Let’s just hope no one is barging in, though,” you muse.

-x-x-x-x-x-

Unknown to winemaker and American fairy, the four clowns playable characters were behind the door, feeling frustratingly hot and bothered as they eavesdropped on the two lovers’ passionate session all the way to the morning~ Okay, what am I kidding? They were probably too smashed to even notice the hot sexing upstairs.

Okay, I’m sorry for those who thought I’d be actually updating the other day, so here you go; the long-awaited porno from this truly, and featuring our very own American fairy, too! Though sadly, I still haven’t completed the Deion/Reimu reunion scene, and I’m sorry for that, too.

S/at/A surely loves his lewd fairies, doesn’t he~?
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>>37351

Oh my, seems we may have a new frequenter at the house of Deion. Though she probably needs to learn the proper way to appreciate wine. As well as to appreciate it in certain amounts.

I also wonder what her boss would think of this little arrangement.

Anyhow, that was good work, especially for going from an idea to a post in 24 hours.
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There's just something about fairies man
>> No. 37358
It's kinda sad that the only thing to get this thread going again is that low tier character...
>> No. 37360
>>37358

Could you, perhaps, better articulate what you're attempting to say? I'm not quite sure I understand.
>> No. 37362
>>37360
That is sad that the only character that anyone seems to give a fuck about from that game is that ugly ass fairy.
>> No. 37363
I think it's fair to say we can ignore the guy trying to provoke others.
>> No. 37364
Please ignore the blatantly obvious bait.
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Sorry for the delay, stuffs happened. Anyway, without any ado, please enjoy this so-so update from yours truly~

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It’s the second half of December, and Christmas is just two weeks away. You’re chilling out at the porch, overlooking the vineyard that’s being covered in snow. You’re alone, and you’re terribly bored. Daiyousei is on a week-long trip to visit her fairy siblings, Futo returned to Shinkai a week earlier, and Kogasa is nowhere to be seen. Even Yukari doesn’t show up, not even for a short visit; it’s during time like this that she usually pays you a visit, sharing stories about the outside world and its affairs. There’s another reason for that: ever since you and the border lady had hot gratitude sex in the dream world, Yukari has been hankering for quality lovemaking from you. Not that you’d complain, as you enjoy her company as much as the rest of your lovers.

As you’re enjoying this glass of red wine, you can’t help wondering about what Reimu would do at this time. From what Yukari’s willing to share, her Christmas routine consists of shoving snow off the lawn and attending the hearth; as a Shinto priestess she doesn’t celebrate Christmas like everybody else, though she does attend any gathering if it interests her.

You would continue to think about Reimu when you spot two individuals heading descending from the snowy sky and land in front of the gate. That’s Marisa, alright, and isn’t that Reimu?

“Took you long enough,” you say as you greet Marisa and Reimu.

“Well, excuse me, I had to drag her lazy ass off the futon, thank you very much,” Marisa replies irately. “She insisted that she stay indoors for the rest of the winter, and I found it very unproductive of her. Hence.”

“Says the one who always mooches off me every time winter arrives,” Reimu growls dryly. “Of all places you can think of, you just had to bring me here.

“Jeez, Reimu. Is that your way of thanking me?” Marisa replies. “Besides, he can take care of your welfare, if you know what I mean~

“Marisa, why would he- urgh, forget about that. Who’s going to look after the shrine?” Reimu asks. The fact that she stammers at first tells you that she’s not very thrilled with the idea of visiting you. Understandable, since she hasn’t dropped by for a visit since the last Halloween.

“Alice and I can do that for you,” Marisa answers smugly. “And don’t worry about the donation box being empty. We’ll keep it empty all day long, as it has always been~!”

“Meanie,” Reimu pouts. Wow, she’s actually kind of cute when she does that expression.

“Come on. It’s not that you have to sleep here. Just have some friendly chat with him, enjoy the vintages, have meals together, you know the drill. I’ll even pick you up after you’re done,” Marisa tells her. “Hey, Deion! Say something to convince her, will you?”

“It’s quite lonely over here, actually,” you add. “Everyone’s gone to do their own business, and I have nothing to do throughout the winter. The winery’s still open for decanting demonstration, though.”

“See? Even he doesn’t mind.” Marisa walks past Reimu and approaches you, giving you shoulder a pat as she whispers, “you know what to do, Deion. Go get her.”

“Marisa, what did you just tell him?”

“Oh, nothing! I just asked if I could come over tomorrow or the day after for some wine tasting~” Marisa chirps. She laughs when Reimu glowers at her, as though she doesn’t buy that excuse. “Oh, sorry! I almost forgot I should get in line. Silly me, always being greedy for his delicious wine~”

“You’re horrible, Marisa,” Reimu grumbles.

“That’s the way I roll, so yeah.” She startles Reimu by jumping at her and hugging her from behind. “Cheer up, will you? You don’t get this chance every so often. I’m sure you’ll enjoy his presence very much.” She would then giggle when Reimu blushes and tries in vain to hide her face beneath her arms. “Cute.”

“I’m not cute…”

“Yes you are.” Marisa gives Reimu a soft kiss on the cheek before she pushes her towards you. She yelps when she stumbles across the snow before crashing on you. Marisa laughs merrily and waves you goodbye before she launches herself off the ground, kicking off snow and debris in the process.

“This is embarrassing…” Reimu mutters. “Stupid Marisa… I can take care of myself. Why would she drag me down here?”

You can’t help laughing. “She’s just worried over your wellbeing, don’t be so upset,” you assure her. “Come. It’s cold out here. Don’t want our bum to freeze solid, do we?”

“…fine.” She takes your hand and follows you back to the cottage. You bring her to the guestroom and ask her to wait while you prepare hot drink for her. You would return to the guestroom a few minutes with mug in hand later when you see Reimu rubbing and blowing into her hands.

“It’s so cold…”

Ah, of course. From where you came from, the weather is always cold, even in spring. “I should get the heater turned up after this.”

“N-no, it’s fine.” She takes the hot drink from you and sits on the couch. “It’s so quiet in here. I can’t imagine seeing this place without your customers.”

“They have their own matters to take care of, I’m fine with that.” You take a seat beside her and watch her contently enjoying the drink. “Why? You don’t enjoy their company?”

Reimu almost chokes on the drink. “D-Deion?! I almost burnt my tongue because of you,” she complains. You laugh and apologize for startling her, which only makes her pout at you. “Stop laughing. This is not funny, jeez.”

“I’m so sorry, but you looked so cute when you pouted.” Reimu blushes, and then pouts again before she looks away. She clearly doesn’t take teasing very lightly, and it shows.

“You’re the same as Marisa. Always teasing me and getting away with it,” she quietly mumbles. “I don’t like it, and you should know better when not to tease me.”

“Can we not show you how much we care for you?” She blushes harder, and she even growls when you playfully poke her puffed cheek. “To be honest, I’m surprised to see this side of yours. I assume you only do it in Marisa’s presence, yes?”

“That’s only because I have to tolerate her,” she replies. “It’s not that I want to do it out of my volition.”

“Now you’re just making that up.” You startle Reimu by bringing your arms forward and wrapping them around her. Reimu’s gasp turns from surprised to resentful as you hug her close. “You secretly enjoy the affection. You just happen to be bad at showing it openly.”

“…you’re so mean…” A few minutes would pass as Reimu stays still in your arms, still murmuring under her breath. It’s only when you softly kiss her scalp does she hum in delight and returns the hug. “Hold me, please.”

You’re not in the position to argue. So, being a gentleman winemaker you are, you adjust your position on the couch so that you can see her better. Reimu blushes and averts her gaze, though she does hum in pleasure as you gently cuddle her. It doesn’t matter how you look at her; it doesn’t matter if she’s aloof, greedy, stingy, or inconsiderate of other people’s opinions. In the end, she is just a girl who’s vying for some attention.

“Deion, I…”

“Just say it. I won’t bite, promise.”

“…are you angry at me?”

“Angry for what?”

“For being… too straightforward and demanding.”

“What are you talking about? You’re never too straightforward or demanding to me.”

“Please listen to me.” Her clench on your coat becomes taut. “I… I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I realize that…” You can actually hear her chocking at her own words. “…I’ve been very selfish and inconsiderate of your own feeling.”

“You mean, when you and the girls raided my house on Halloween and wanted to…”

She tightens her arms around you, so hard she almost squeezes the air out of your lung. “I… I love you, Deion. Ever since that night, I… I’ve been trying very hard not to think too much about you, and yet…”

She confessed. She just confessed. That alone makes your heart stir. Not that you wouldn’t expect it, if the rest of your ‘wives’ are an indication, but to hear it from Reimu herself…

“…I’m jealous at all the other girls who can love you with all their hearts. I wish I could do the same as them, but… ah, who am I to envy them?” She chuckles, possibly out of guilt, and hides her face beneath your coat. “…I’m just a shrine maiden who has to worry about passing her duty to her successor.”

You interrupt her by lifting her face up by the chin. She looks up at you, her vibrant auburn eyes burning with intense desire. Then her eyelids close, and her lips part as though she’s waiting for a kiss. Poor Reimu; physically abandoned and emotionally neglected, desperate for attention.

You’ve decided; your own feeling be damned, you will give Reimu all the love and attention she has longed for.

You kiss her, feeling her body slacken in your arms as her lips pry open to accept the kiss. Then you push your tongue past her lips and find hers inside her mouth, enticing her to return the tongue play. Your hands slip down her back and onto her butt, and she moans in pleasure as you begin to fondle and touch her.

“I… I have something to share with you,” she mutters as both of you break away from the kiss, looking away as though she’s embarrassed over something. “…where’s the dressing room, Deion?”

“It’s near the staircase. You should be able to find it,” you tell her, unsure of what she has in mind. “Should I walk you there?”

“No, it’s fine. I can find it on my own.” She wiggles out of your arms and heads for the door, only to stop when you abruptly seize her hand. She giggles when you clench her hand, even returning the grip as tightly as she can.

“You will wait for me, yes~?” You reluctantly nod and let go off her, and she smiles impishly before she leaves you to do her business.

A few minutes would pass before Reimu returns to the guestroom. You didn’t notice her arrival at first as you’re clearing the table, until she surprises you by hugging you from behind. “Did you miss me, Deion~?”

“You’re not gone for less than minutes, how can I possibly miss you?”

“Meanie.”

“Sorry.” You grasp her hands and clench them tightly. “I assume you’re dressed up for… whatever you’re going to do. Let me see what you’re wearing.” You slip yourself free from Reimu’s arm and turn around…

Second part coming up, please wait~
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…and you’re astounded by what you’re seeing.

This girl in front of you is Reimu, alright, but… wow, she looks totally different in the traditional shrine maiden garb. It does its marvel in than highlighting her womanly figure, and you find yourself at loss of words as your eyes wander up and down, trying to make sense of the purpose of this clothing.

“How do I look?” Reimu looks uncertain of herself despite her effort to put up her courage. “The truth is… I kind of wanted to wear it for this occasion. Mother said to me that a Hakurei shrine maiden is obliged to don this dress should she find her significant, uh, you know what I’m saying.”

Entranced by her beauty, you approach Reimu until you’re within reach of each other. She smiles submissively and opens her arms, almost as if she’s ready for your loving.

“Do you like it?”

There are no words needed for this. You pull her into your arms and take her lips in another full-mouthed kiss, sucking in her breaths as your arms tighten around her. Your tongue pushes past her lips once again and finds the upper recess of her mouth, savouring every drop of her sweet taste. Your hands start feeling around her willing body; first her breasts outside her dress, then inside, softly caressing one and rolling the nipple between your thumb and forefinger.

The kiss breaks off with a thick trail of saliva. Reimu pulls away and stares at you longingly, her cheeks flushing deep rose-red. You smile at her and pull her dress down, letting it slide down to crumple around her waist. Now that her breasts are exposed to the cold air, she suddenly averts her gaze and tries to cover her modesty. Smiling at her meekness, you bury your face in the crook of her neck, deeply inhaling her flowery scent and nibbling her sweet-tasting skin.

“Deion, not so rough—ah!”

You ignore her plea and continue your assault, nipping and licking at her shoulders and her chest. Reimu writhes and trembles, moaning as you mark her breasts with love bites. One of your hands carefully undoes the shawl that’s keeping her dress in place and lets the skirt fall down to the floor. With the shawl in hand, you lift her arms over her head and wrap the cloth around them and all the way down to her chest, before finishing it with a ribbon. Reimu stares at you in resent, obviously not expecting this circumstance.

“Someone obviously doesn’t like the idea of getting wrapped up,” you tease.

“I can’t believe you’re into this lewd stuff- mmh!” Her protests are silenced as you kiss her, and your tongue dances wildly inside her mouth as you entice her to accept the tongue play. By now she’s fully stripped, with only her loincloth left to cover her modesty, and even that too is gone as you remove it and toss it to the couch. You then ravish her exposed breasts, hungrily sucking her erect nipples and pulling them with your teeth.

You let go off her lush breasts. Reimu groans in protest and pulls you back towards her, as though she’s hungry for more intimacy. You sooth her protesting heart with another deep kiss, before you carry her in your arms. “This better not be when you press me against the glass and fuck me silly,” she grumbles as you place her on the table.

“What makes you think of that?” Fetching a bottle of wine that’s conveniently placed nearby, you pour its content into a glass and twirl it in front of her nose. “Let’s enjoy this vintage together, shall we?”

“You… you monster! You expected me to drink at this time?” The excitement in her voice betrays her complain, however. You smile over her predicament and gently push the tip of the glass between her lips, coaxing her to accept the offering. A hearty moan escapes her throat when she accepts it, and her eyes automatically close as she drinks the wine to her heart’s content.

“…wow. Just… wow,” Reimu mutters dazedly. “Is this what you always do to your lovers?”

You sip what’s left from the wine from the glass and kiss Reimu, unashamedly sharing the vintage with her. Reimu moans in pleasure and accepts the kiss, even trying to drink from your mouth. “Only when they request it,” you speak as the kiss breaks.

“Mhm… sounds like fun to me,” she giggles. A surprised gasp escapes her mouth when your hand rests upon her sopping crotch, and she shudders as you slowly push your fingers into her depth. “D-Deion, this is too embarrassing—hiiii!” Unable to speak, she buries her face beneath your shirt, muffling her moans as you gently stroke her inner walls.

“Mmmh!”

Her thighs clamp around your hand as her lower gate bursts open, and she stiffens in your arms as her orgasm washes through her body. You gently pat her hair as you keep your hand firmly locked in place, feeling her love juice flowing out of her and onto the table.

“Deion… oh god, Deion… please take me now…”

You can’t hold yourself any longer, too. You undo the zipper and position yourself between her shaky thighs. Staring into her hazy eyes, you give her lower lips a few nudges to make her open up, before startling her by carrying her off the table and pressing her against the window. You know that she wants it bad when she starts shaking her hips, but you give her butt a couple of slaps just to make sure.

“Damn it, Deion! Stop teasing and just fuck me already!”

You push yourself past her lower lips, thrusting into her womanhood at your roughest. Reimu cries hoarsely and tightens up around you as you begin ravishing her. You’re very sure Reimu would be embarrassed that you’re doing her in this position, what with her face and breasts lewdly pressed against the cold glass. Then again, you doubt she’d even care as she bucks her hips eagerly to feel more of you, squealing happily at your roughness.

Hearing Reimu’s lustful moans makes you want to fill her up, and feeling her inner walls squeezing around you only encourages you to thrust faster and harder. It only takes a few stabs of your cock before you come inside her, triggering her orgasm as you unload yourself into her womb.

Reimu turns her head around as to stare at you, and you wordlessly lean forward as you claim her parted her lips, deeply kissing her. You still want more of her, so after pulling out of her you carry Reimu in your arms and head upstairs.

“W… Where are you taking me?”

“To my room. Where else I can make sweet and tender love to you?”

“What are you talking about- oh. Oh~

As you arrive at your room, you approach the bed and plop Reimu down on the mattress. She lets out a small squeak when she falls on her back, and her breaths come out short when you loom over her. Smiling to your lover, you kiss her, tonguing her and feeding on her moans. She hungrily returns the kiss, and then does the unexpected by flipping you around and straddling your hips.

“I just remembered something,” she Reimu as she sensuously removes your pants and grabs your freed manhood. “I’m a shrine maiden. And a shrine maiden is obliged to take care of her shrine’s visitor, isn’t she~?”

“I didn’t know that.”

Reimu lets out a scandalized gasp. “You didn’t? Well, then.” She begins stroking the length with her hand, occasionally giving it a quick yet firm squeeze. “Tingly, aren’t you?”

“If you keep doing that, I don’t think I can last long.”

“And wasting your seed elsewhere? Tsk, tsk. You know better where to put it~” Reimu teases you with an upward lick from the underside of your shafts head. You squirm and writhe restlessly as she drags her tongue against your shaft, licking the white fluid that’s trickling off the tip of your dick. It’s gotten hard, and she giggles as she nuzzles against it.

“Ready for me?”

“Y-yes.”

Reimu smiles at your affirmation, giving your twitching manhood a few more strokes before she takes your length into her mouth, slowly swallowing it down to the base of your shaft. Your mind short-circuits, and you can do naught but to lie down in agony as she continues to suck on you hungrily.

You feel your orgasm approaching and try to warn Reimu, but she doesn’t want to have any of it as she’s too focused on sucking on your manhood. It’s only when you’re dangerously close to release that she pulls away, much to your relief.

“Jeez, Deion. Can’t handle a good sucking?”

“Not when you’re doing it, for sure.”

She pouts over the reply, but then giggles as she lifts herself and positions herself over your rock-hard shaft. “If that’s the case, you should finish it inside of me~”

With her current positioning, Reimu’s body becomes more visible. After taking time in indulging her beauty, you place your hands on her hips and push her downwards to accept your shaft. She jolts at the sensation of being filled and stiffens as you’re slowly filling her womanhood inch by inch. A loud, lustful moan finally escapes her mouth when you’ve filled her to the hilt, and with teary eyes she smiles at you.

“Make me yours, Deion…”

“With all my pleasure, Reimu.”

Keeping her hips steady with your hands, you thrust upward into her, knocking her out of breath with each and every push. Reimu moans with each thrusting motion you make and responds by grinding her hips against yours. She swats your hands off her bottom and entwines her fingers around them, using them as leverage as she straddles you as hard as she can. The sensation of having her womanhood squeezing and stroking your length brings you close to climax again, and she seems to notice this as she suddenly bends forward and kisses you deeply.

“Give it to me, Deion… give me your all…!”

And that’s when you lose it. A guttural growl escapes your throat as you find release, and you buck your hips upward as you give Reimu what she wants. Reimu lets out an immodest howl as she reaches her orgasm and collapses on top of you, her body quivering uncontrollably as she pants heavily for air.

“Oh god… Deion, I want more of you…”

You’re only too happy to oblige. You push Reimu off your hips and make her stand on all four. Positioning yourself at her entrance, you give her soft yet firm butt a couple of smacks, causing her to squeal erotically and stare at you in contempt. Her murmurs of protest turn into moans when you swiftly impale her, ravaging her from get-go. Reimu cries in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and starts mumbling incoherently as you bend down and grab her breasts, roughly fondling them.

You slow down a bit and pull her off the bed until she’s seated upright on your lap. Without even a slight pause, you continue pounding her tight hole, the lewd sounds of hips crashing into one another echoing across the room. With Reimu this close, you even manage to lick and nibble her nape and shoulders, making her clench on your shaft a little.

“Yes! Yes! Harder, Deion!”

Listening to her sweet voice as she’s driven crazy with pleasure only makes you want her more. As times go by, you can feel her inner walls clamping down on you, and it doesn’t take long before Reimu comes with a loud moan of pleasure. Your own orgasm follows, and you squeeze her chest as you keep your cock embedded inside her, giving her womb another filling of cum.

“D-Deion?”

“Yes?”

“…I want you on top of me… please?”

With shaky legs, you slowly pull out of her drenched hole, leaving behind a thick trail of cum that’s dripping onto the mattress. You kiss her for a while and push her back to the bed, before positioning yourself between her thighs.

“You really enjoy this position, aren’t you?”

“If it’s you, it’s okay…”

You don’t hesitate and slide forward, groaning as your head pushes its way inside of her. Reimu covers her mouth as though to prevent herself from moaning too loud, but for all her efforts she eventually gives in to her desire as you’ve fully entered her. Kissing her once again, you begin moving in and out of her, methodically stroking her womanhood to further drive her crazy. Reimu wraps her legs around you, tightly holding onto you as she gasps with each and every stroke.

“Deion! Deion! I… I… I love you-mmmfh!”

You mash your lips against hers as to silence her cries. Her watery eyes are burning in perverse want as she hungrily returns the kiss, her tongue rolling about madly inside your mouth, desperate for contact with yours. You’re all too eager to answer her plea. You’re too eager to answer not just her desire but also her love, and she’s going to get it.

“Reimu, I’m going to-”

“Yes, yes! Give it to me, Deion! Your seed, your love, your all, give it to me!!”

Reimu tenses up and presses her face on your shoulder as her third orgasm hits. You, too, reach your own limit and let out a triumphant growl as you give her the last of your load.

After what seems to be forever, your cock softens and slide out of her with ease. You pant breathlessly as you plop beside her, and you try in vain to stay awake as Reimu rests her head on your heaving chest, her glistening body enveloped in intense afterglow.

“Marisa told me that caught her trying to steal your wine formula. Did that really happen?”

Well, she tried to steal from me. She should be thankful that I didn’t turn her in to the authorities,” you answer.

“That’s weird. Marisa I know would flee her captors; she’d even kick their ass if she had to.” She pauses, seemingly trying to ponder about what really happened between you and the ordinary magician. “Let me guess: she made you an offer you couldn’t refuse.”

“Yes.”

“And that offer involved…”

An awkward silence follows before you answer with another “…yes.”

“That’s Marisa for you,” she shrugs. “Deion, I… can I have more?”

“Again? Jeez, at least give me some times to rest,” you murmur. “I’m not a sex machine despite what they want you to believe.”

“I don’t want to. You’re the only one who can satisfy my need.” She giggles again when you nibble her neck, moaning huskily as you fondle her breasts. “Please, Deion? Pretty please? Sugar pie with cherry on top? I’ll even make you dinner if I have to.”

Turning her around so that you’re once again on top of her, you kiss her deeply. “It better be dinner for two, okay?” you speak over her moist lips.

“If you want your dinner, feed me first~”

You chuckle. Such a spoiled girl she is… “Your wish is my desire, Reimu.”

So for the umpteenth time you make love to this shrine maiden of paradise, satiating her endless hunger and loving her until she’s fully satisfied…
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You wake up to the sound of the alarm clock buzzing on bedside table. You give the device a good old slam and throw your arm over your head, groggily trying to make sense of the time when you feel the mattress beside you vacant. Did you oversleep? You better not, because Reimu has promised to make dinner for two.

You jump off the bed and cover yourself in bathrobe before heading downstairs. You follow the scent of baked bread to the kitchen, and you’re pleasantly surprised at what you see: Reimu, standing near the stove, wearing nothing more than T-shirt and apron, happily humming to her own while pouring chopped ingredients into cooking pot.

“Hey, Reimu.”

“Hello, Deion.” Somehow, seeing the woman blissfully happy makes you wonder if it’s worth the physical and mental pain you’ve endured throughout the day. You’re very certain it is.

“Did I miss dinner?”

“No, I just started making it.”

“I was afraid I would be starving tonight.” You approach Reimu and hug her from behind. “How are you doing?”

She sighs in pleasure and leans against you. “You came a lot inside me, you know. I believe my womb couldn’t contain all of them.” She even rubs her slightly bloated tummy, as to show you how full it is.

“I’m sorry for that.”

“That means you’re going to take responsibility if I carry your child.” Reimu laughs giddily when you nibble her neck. “I wish I could keep you forever, but I understand that it would upset your many wives.”

“Reimu, you’re more than welcome. In fact, I’ll ask them to give you an exception.”

She doesn’t speak anything else, merely humming in pleasure as you continue to pepper her neck and shoulder with kisses. Her humming would turn into a moan as she pleads you to stop.

“Deion, I’m trying to make you dinner. Or are you perhaps hungry for something else?

“As a matter of fact.” Reimu squeals when you pull her off the stove and push her onto the table, and she starts breathing hard when you position yourself at her lower entrance. “Getting excited already? I haven’t even pushed in yet.”

“Stop teasing me—ah!” Reimu moans loudly when you push yourself into her inner walls and adjusts herself on the table as you’re slowly filling her. A throaty ‘yes!’ escapes her lips when you’re fully inside her, and you reward her for her impatience with a kiss.

“I love you, Deion…” she sighs lustfully.

“I know you do, Reimu.”

As you give her another mouthful kiss, you increase the pace of your hip pounding, thrusting into her as fast as you can as you feel her squeezing your shaft tightly. You respond to her eagerness by increasing the pumping pace, fondling her everywhere your hand can reach. Loud moans echo across the house as you ravish Reimu hard, rocking the table and spilling everything off to the floor. Each press you make knocks her out of breath, as she squeals in pleasure and submits to the ravishing.

“Oh, Deion, I’m going to come! I’m going to- mmph!”

You lock your lips with Reimu and pound her even harder, causing both you to moan loudly. Then, with one last hard push, you thrust into her at its deepest and come inside her, filling her awaiting womb with your seed as Reimu lets out orgasmic howl and climaxes.

“Mister Winemaker! I’ve come to visit you! What’s for dinner?”

Both you and Reimu look at Kogasa, whose expression has turned from joy to horror as though she has seen things that weren’t meant to be seen. Is it just you, or is the umbrella as horrified as she is?

“Ah, oh… uh, I… I guess I should come back later?”

After a simple curtsy, Kogasa storms out of the kitchen and heads off to somewhere, leaving you and Reimu in awkward silence, still locked in sweaty embrace.

“That girl needs to learn to knock the door first, I swear to myself,” Reimu grumbles.

You laugh and kiss her generously. “Be nice to her, okay? She didn’t know you’d be staying.”

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Finally, the long-awaited Reimu/Deion scene is here. I don't have anything else to say here, just read and enjoy it warmly~
>> No. 37442
always happy to see more reimu glad to see this continuing.
>> No. 37445
I said it once and I'll say it again. Happy miko is best miko. Thank you for the lovely update, SATA. Will be waiting warmly for the next.
>> No. 37446
That Reimu was just beautiful. I'm falling in love~!

It would be nice if all that cum got her with child. She needs an heir, after all.
>> No. 37451
Entirely so. Long and delay, it is worth the wait. She finally admits her love. Never once regret reading this series of smuts.

You did good, SATA.
>> No. 37663
Okay SATA, it's been 3 months. We need moar porn again.
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As usual, sorry for the delay. It’s been months since I last updated here, and I must apology for keeping everyone waiting. So, without further ado, please enjoy this edition warmly~

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What was originally a peaceful business trip to Myouren Temple turned into a drunkard’s frenzy, and it started when Murasa suggested that you set sail for Fairport Hijiri and conquer her vast tract of land. Then Shou, the official treasurer of Myouren Temple, urged you to aggressively make a move on Byakuren while she was busy appreciating her cup of fine wine. You would learn to your horror that Byakuren can’t stand her liquor, as proven when the monk suddenly stripped in front of you and demanded that you made hot intimate love to her – right in front of the whole Palanquin Ship crews. Only Nazrin’s divine intervention saved you from trouble, and you couldn’t thank her enough as she offered to escort you home.

Note to self: never bring your vintage collection to Myouren Temple. Ever.

It’s already close to night-time when you arrived at home. You’re tired, hungry, and dirty; after all the trouble at Myouren Temple, all you want is a quick hot water shower and a deep, relaxing sleep.

“Welcome home, Deion!” It wasn’t Daiyousei as you’d hoped. It’s Reimu, and she’s welcoming you with a warm smile. You notice that she’s holding a kitchen knife and wears a pink apron. “How was your trip?”

“Tiring,” you reply. “And since when I was under the impression that you’re a house caretaker?”

“Can’t I look after your place once in a while?” she asks and turns around. “Besides, Daiyousei already gave me her permission, which means I’m free to drop by anytime I like.”

“Who’s going to look after the shrine when you’re gone, then?” you ask as you follow her to the kitchen. Suddenly the floor suddenly looks very soft and comfy to lie down.

“Marisa’s staying there with Sukuna. They can look after the shrine.” Reimu answers as she resumes her household work. “I was preparing dinner when you arrived,” she explains. You’ve put down your stuffs on the table and slowly approach Reimu from behind. She doesn’t seem to notice as she’s focused on slicing the beef. “I don’t know what kind of meal you’d like to have, so I hope this meets your—”

You interrupt Reimu by hugging her around the waist. “D-Deion?” she gasps. “Didn’t you say you were tired?” She lets out a cute eep when you softly kiss her on the collarbone, her scent of musk and berry starting to fill your mind. You love how she always manages to seduce you, even if she isn’t trying.

“I am,” you reply almost uninterestedly.

“You want to take a bath right now? I will prepare the warm water…”

“Actually,” you say and plant a kiss on her earlobe. “It is you that I want.”

You can feel Reimu’s lovely visage flush greatly at the blunt words. She shakes her body, trying to flee your possessive embrace. “You can’t… it’s time to prepare dinner. And… we’ve already done this last week.” She looks back at you with pleading eyes. “Now let go off me. Please?”

“Shut up and just let me have my dinner, Reimu.”

Reimu squeals when your hand moves discreetly behind her apron and fumbles her fully clothed breast, while your lips hungrily pepper her velvety neck. Your right hand, meanwhile, has crawled under the hem of her skirt, slowly crawling towards her private area.

“You really won’t stop, will you?” Reimu growls, having put down the knife she was holding.

“Well, you’re the one who’s acting more like a wife lately. I just can’t help it,” you reply. Your eyes meet hers, and you can’t resist kissing those soft, alluring lips. Reimu doesn’t offer any resistance as she leans against you, snuggles and returns your kiss.

“Mmh…” she moans as you begin rubbing against the folds beneath her panties. Your lips break apart with a strand of saliva, and Reimu gazes at you with a foggy stare. “I’m a wife now, Deion?”

“From what I’ve seen, you already are.”

She squirms and forces herself out of your arms, wanting to continue her work. You have another idea, so you slip your hand underneath her panties and playfully pinch her clit. You smirk when she jumps in your arms and throws you an annoyed expression. “What? Can’t I tease you only for a second?”

“Deion, you idiot… don’t ever startle me like that!” she complains. “And stop asking such embarrassing things!”

“But you love me doing it,” you murmur into her ear, pulling her body closer. “Here, let me help you.” Your middle finger starts stroking her furiously, and you can feel her lower lips getting moist with slippery liquid.

“Ahn… be gentle…” She closes her eyes, her body slackening in your arms, unable to resist anymore. You grunt in low voice every time Reimu’s body squirms in response to your stimulation, resulting in arousing grinding motion around your lower parts.

“D-Deion…” she mewls at the continuous rhythm of your finger. She’s completely soaked, and you can actually feel her burning up with intense desire. You love that expression of hers every time she’s close to climax, and you know you can’t stop now and leave her unfulfilled.

“Look at me, Reimu,” you command her with a soothing voice. The girl in your arms obeys, gazing at you with a dreamy expression. You immediately take her lips and devour them in another passionate lovers’ kiss, wishing to give her more pleasure.

“Mmh… haa…” She’s getting close, and her pants become erratic with each passing second of the make-out session. Her thighs suddenly clamp around your hand, and she shrieks as her whole body becomes stiff.

“Deion…!”

You feel her folds clenching around your fingers tightly. You sense her erratic heartbeats as she holds her breaths until sticky warm fluids slush out of her lower gate, drenching your digits.

“You came,” you whisper into her flushed ear, deeply inhaling her sweat-covered figure. “You’re so lewd, Reimu.”

“…you’re embarrassing me…” You silence her protests with another deep kiss, savouring her orgasmic taste as she purrs in pleasure and returns the kiss just as deeply. You continue to fondle Reimu’s desirable body, feeding on her lustful moans as she submits to your French kisses. Her skirt has slipped to the floor and crumpled around her feet, and she doesn’t resist as you begin to pull down her undergarments and—

“What immorality is this?!”

Both of you turn to the voice. There, standing at the kitchen door, her expression as irate as scandalized moral guardian, is the pink hermit Ibaraki Kasen, and her finger is trembling as she points accusingly at you and then at Reimu’s skirt on the floor.

“Kasen.” Reimu’s voice takes a rather hostile turn as she glowers at the newcomer. “You do not interrupt someone’s quality time and get away with it.”

“But Reimu, he’s… he’s harassing you!” she protests. “You!” she exclaims and points back at you. “You depraved sex offender! Let go off Reimu right now!”

“I’m a sex offender now?” you ask.

“Why did you come here, Kasen?” Reimu asks.

“I was here because I was looking for you, moron,” Kasen spits. “Marisa and Sukuna wanted you to go back to the shrine immediately. They’re hungry, and somebody has to cook for them.”

“Don’t wanna~” Reimu replies. “I wanna stay here with Deion~”

“You say what?” Kasen stammers. “You’re having secret affair with that guy?! This is what you’ve been doing all this time behind me? While I wasn’t looking?!”

“You’re being too dramatic, Kasen. Get out,” Reimu growls. “And what’s wrong with me having an affair with a winemaker, anyway?”

“Because I was never told about this in the first place!” Kasen replies. She later lets out a distraught sigh and pinches the bridge between her eyes. “Hakurei Reimu, having an affair with a winemaker, while me, Ibaraki Kasen, is left in the dark? Why?” She bangs her head on the wall. “I need a drink.”

“The wine cellar is in the basement,” you inform. Kasen waves dismissively and heads downstairs, and you swear you can hear her shouting in pure outrage, followed by the clanking sound of empty bottle. You just hope she doesn't break the barrels in her drunken misery…

“Now I lost my mood for tender quality time,” Reimu growls. “Why must she come in and ruin everything? Stupid hermit; I just wanted Deion to spoil me and give me affection…”

“Stop being so spoiled.” You pick her skirt off the floor and pass it to her. “You know that’s not good for your own benefit.”

“But I like it when you spoil me,” she purrs. You kiss her tenderly, and she giggles as she kisses you back and hugs you tightly. “Like so.”
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The winemaker’s residence is awfully quiet. Without Reimu or Daiyousei to keep you company, you feel lonely. The commotion caused by Kasen’s untimely interruption also killed your mood for feel-good time, so you do the only think you as a winemaker would do: offer your misery to the moon with a glass of wine at the greenhouse.

“Praising the moon with a glass of Chianti? You’re not charismatic enough for that.”

“Misery loves company, they say.” You put down the half-empty wineglass and turn to your visitor. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Sneaking out of office as usual?”

“Who? Me?” Komachi sits down next to you and takes the glass off your hand. “Heh, you know me, the ever-slacking ferrywoman of Higan who wants nothing more than to enjoy life.”

“Touché.”

“Let me guess: someone interrupted your quality time with Reimu.” You merely laugh at the statement and fill another glass with red wine. “Dropped by at her place a while ago. Man, you should be lucky to not be there. Girl went on a tirade and wiped the floor with Kasen; even Marisa and the inchling got involved. I tell you, I didn’t see that coming.”

“She has every right to be furious,” you speak. “You would do the same if someone walked in and interrupted your quality time, wouldn’t you?”

“I know I do.” Komachi pauses as to empty her glass and ask for a refill. “I’m just way more subtle about it than Reimu is.”

“Implying you’re subtle in the first place.”

Komachi giggles and sets her glass aside as she plops herself on your lap. “I can be subtle whenever and however I like~” For a while, you’re intoxicated by her flowery and alcoholic scent, and the weight of her body pressing against your crotch is also very arousing. Still, you know it’s rude to explore this ferrywoman’s vast tract of land without permission, so you do your best and sit down while letting Komachi enjoy the sight above.

“You’re not going to fondle me, are you Deion?”

“Only because it would be impolite to my guest.”

“Silly winemaker.” She takes your hands and presses them on her breasts. “I sat down on you because I knew you couldn’t resist grabbing my tits. You know you want to~”

“You’re lewd.”

“I’m lewd, and I can’t deny it.” You’ve pulled her dress’ upper half down her arms and pepper her bare shoulders with wet kisses. She lets out a husky moan of pleasure as you fondle her through her cloth, and she leans onto you as to let you explore her body more easily. “Mmh… you’re really good, Deion~”

“Why me?”

“Why? Because you have that magical touch,” she giggles. “You know where and how to make a woman feel good.”

“Implying that I’m desperate to get under their skirt,” you reply. “You sure it’s not the wines that they’re after?”

She squeals when you give her neck a quick nibble. “That too.”

You continue your handiwork on her, feeling her breasts swell to your touch. “The wine or the nibbling?”

Komachi’s moans become more intense, a music to your ear as her body begins to relax in your arms. “Mmmh~ perhaps both?” She squeals again when your hips suddenly jerk upward, but then giggles as she glances at you over her shoulder. “I think I felt something.” She leaps off your lap and kneels in front of you. Grinning, she then yanks your pants down, exposing your erection to the air. “Someone has a hardwood~”

“Well, you were the one who’s grinding that ass on me.”

She licks her lips once as she slowly, so slowly slips her dress down her shoulders. Under the moonlight, her body seems to radiate with lust, and her breasts are shimmering with sweat. Your eyes are fixed upon that vast tract of land, and Komachi giggles as she notices that she’s being watched. “Pervert.”

“And stripping in front of me isn’t?”

Komachi giggles heartily and leans forward. Without anything to support them, her huge breasts are a sight to behold; her nipples are pert and erect, surrounded by perfectly round, pale areolas.

“Do you like my breasts, Deion?” she asks, lifting them up for you to see.

“They’re beautiful,” you answer.

“They’re not too big for you, are they?” she asks again.

“Not at all. They perfectly fit in my hands when I copped a feel of them.” Komachi laughs at that silly answer, her breasts bouncing about in rhythm with her body. They’re so hypnotic.

“Hmm~ thought you’re more of a legs or butt or shoulders person,” she answers and runs her hands over her breasts and presses them together. “As long as you like them, that’s all that counts. Although~”

Komachi brings her breasts to your crotch. You open your mouth but quickly shut it tight when she squeezes them around your manhood. Oh, shit. It feels amazing. You could’ve easily come just from being wrapped by those mounds!

“I know you’re frustrated because you can’t let it out,” she mutters and begins to massage your hot rod. “Why don’t you let me help you through it~?”

“Please take care of me.”

Taking it as a cue, she presses her breasts harder against your cock. You blush deeper, and you let out a throaty groan of pleasure at the methodical caress. Komachi hums merrily as she increases the pace of her massaging, and you can actually see your cock visibly twitches between her breasts. “Already going to come? How lewd~” she teases.

“I can’t help it. Your breasts feel so amazing,” you pant.

She giggles and squeezes her breasts tighter around you. “Not just yet, Deion~” She bents her head down and startles you by swallowing the tip of your manhood. This is insane. The combination of Komachi’s lush breasts and her hot tongue servicing you is driving you nuts, and you grip the bench’s iron handrail as your body stiffens, as you’re trying to fight the urge to come.

“Alright. You can let it go~”

And not a moment too soon. You thrust your hips upward and let out a long moan of pleasure as you finally find the long-awaited release. Your cock throbs and twitches between her breasts as it ejects its hot load, smearing the ferrywoman all over her upper body. She giggles and opens her mouth, letting some of the white fluid drip onto her tongue, even as your cock’s still pumping its load onto her.

“That was a lot~” Komachi scoops some of the semen off her cleavage and licks it off her fingers. You, meanwhile, have slumped against the bench, feeling extremely tired but very content. You’re so exhausted that you don’t notice Komachi crawling up to your face until she kisses you, and you don’t offer any resistance as she explores every inch of your mouth with her tongue.

You open your eyes and stare into Komachi’s hazy eyes. You didn’t even notice it until now, but your clothes are suddenly gone – and so too are hers. “I’m feeling hot and bothered right now. Think you can help me cool down a bit~?”

“Please don’t tell me you want to be spoiled.”

“I want to be spoiled like Reimu, too. Is that even wrong?” she pouts.

“Not at all.” You kiss her, deeply and tenderly. Then, hauling her up her ass you carry her to the nearby patch of grass and lie her down. In this position you can admire Komachi’s expression, her face glazed with passion as she smiles submissively and gives herself to your care.

“Make me feel good, Deion~”

Your mouth finds her erect nipples as you suck and nip her right one first. Komachi arches her back underneath you, moaning as your hand caresses and glides teasing over her other one, as your tongue continues to tease her hardened bud. You then bury your face in her cleavage, feeling her beat pounding erratically against her ribcage as you deeply inhale her arousing scent.

Komachi suddenly wraps her legs around your hips. You stop devouring her breasts and look up at her, noticing that her face is flushed with overwhelming desire. You hear her murmuring something, but all that comes out of her mouth are just whispers of perverse want. You assure her with a soft kiss as you spread her thick thighs wide, positioning your now-hard cock at her sacred gate. Komachi closes her eyes tightly, biting her lower lips as she braces for what’s coming.

“Don’t make me wait…”

Nodding at her, you then push forward, filling her in a single stroke, feeling her inner walls contract around you. She lets out a lustful moan as you’re fully embedded inside her, which soon become high-pitched as you begin pounding her tight hole.

“Oh! Ahn! Oh yes! Oh, fuck yes! Harder, please!”

You bend down and take her nipple in your mouth, hungrily sucking it as you pick up speed. Komachi’s screams echo across the greenhouse, her body shaking uncontrollably every time your hips slap against her, and each time you drive yourself deeper her walls contract tightly around you, threatening to squeeze the life out of you.

You grip her hips, causing her legs to cease from wrapping around your lower back. You groan and lean down further, sliding your hands underneath her back as you pull her up with you. Komachi gasps at this new position, and her moans turn into breathy gasps of ecstasy as you thrust up against her, your member fully penetrating and impaling her. In this seated position, you’re even able to feast upon her lush breasts, further sending your lover into euphoria.

You decide to switch position, turning Komachi so that she’s standing on all four. With her hands and knees planted on the grassy patch, you continue the sweet rhythm, the lewd sounds of hips slapping against each other filling the air. Leaning into her, you fervently nibble her neck as your hands furiously fondle her upturned breasts, timing it with your erratic pounding movement.

“Mmmh! You really like this position a lot, don’t you?”

“All the better to indulge this lewd ferrywoman~”

Komachi smiles and turns her head around, pressing her lips against yours. You eagerly return her hungry kisses, her immoral moans reverberating in your mouth as you pull her up until your chest’s rubbing against her sweaty back. You continue to drive even deeper into her, your hard cock stirring her hot insides, causing her to squeal happily with each thrust.

“Deion, I-I’m gonna come…!”

“M-me too…”

You thrusts suddenly become erratic and intense, catching her off guard. Komachi lets out an ear-splitting wail of perverse bliss as she climaxes, her body thrashing about underneath you as you push into her at its deepest. With a loud grunt, you find release and shoot your seed into her awaiting womb, your member pulsating and throbbing within her as you fill her to the brim. You give her thoroughly fucked hole a couple more thrusts before you pull out and roll over on her side, taking her with you.

“Mm… I missed this…” She caresses your face and chest, smiling tiredly as you stare into her vibrant auburn eyes. You kiss her softly on the lips, savouring her orgasmic after-taste as she presses herself against you. “Now I know how it feels like to be spoiled~” she purrs.

“Want me to spoil you again?”

“Deion, what are you—eep!” She yelps when you flip her around and loom over her. Smiling, you kiss her deeply one more time and take position at her lower lips. “You still want to do it? Aren’t you tired already—ahn!” She lets out a surprised moan when you swiftly enter her, but then she squeals happily and hugs you submissively as you start pumping in and out of her, once again driving her crazy with pleasure.

“Eager, aren’t you~?”

“I’m going to rock your boat so hard you can’t return to port.”

You and Komachi would be engaged in amorous, passionate battle throughout the fiery night, and by the time you make landfall the following morning you’re so exhausted that you can’t properly moor yourself at dry dock…

I’m sorry for the maritime euphemism. I really do~
>> No. 38098
Well done, well done indeed. It's good to
have you back, SATA! Or should it be CATA now?

Either way, good fun times with the Miko and the ferrywoman.

Also, a teaser for Myouren temple, perhaps? Wouldn't mind that.

Also those maritime euphemisms got a chuckle out of me. Save the rest for the dear captain, her boat needs a rockin' too!
>> No. 38100
Suddently, an update! Welcome back, CATA. That was a nice read indeed, wonder what'll come after. Maybe some time with Daiyousei...
>> No. 38107
It's been too long. I am DIAMONDS with Reimu loving time!

What a way for the comeback. Is this going to be an annual updates only?
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Hey, thanks for the reply, as well as for reading. To be honest, I'm not really sure if it's going to be annual-only update, since right now there's yet another 2hu tender loving to be done. I'm just as lazy and as unmotivated as usual, so please bear with me.

Posting picture because you know who's next~
>> No. 38191
>>38189
More Dai, yes! Can't wait for it CATA.
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Winemaker’s Shenanigans ~ Miko2 Fairy Too Lewd

It’s been yet another exciting outdoor trip, what with you successfully garnered new clients during your trip to Lorelei Food Cart. Seeing the surprised look on her customers’ face as they tasted some of the wines was as satisfying as getting showered in praises by Mystia, although it was nothing compared what happened when the night sparrow took a sip. Apparently red wine is too strong for her taste bud, and in the ensuing drunken fury she stripped herself naked and jumped onto you, demanded that you and she had hot passionate sex; had it not for Reimu’s intervention, you would have dragged her into the woods and fucked her raw.

“Thank you for the patronage, Mister Deion, and come visit us again! Hic.”

“The next time you try to jump on him, I’ll exterminate you on the spot.”

“Aw, you’re no fun! I was very hot and bothered, and I just asked him to quench the heat off me! Hic.”

“If the idea of cooling yourself down involving dragging him into the forest and getting into his pants, then I’m against that. And put your dress on, for God’s sake! You’re scaring the children away.”

“Boo~! Now you sound like like a doting mother—urp! I should’ve not drunk too much of that stuff…”

You merely grin at the banter and wave them off before you head home. It’s just another day in Gensokyo, and you won’t trade it for anything.

It’s awfully quiet by the time you arrive. You know that you’d entrusted the housekeeping to Daiyousei, and that she’d invite her fairy sisters to look after your home while you’re away. She must be tending for her sisters at the greenhouse, and after putting down your stuffs you head there. They must be huddled up together, basking and sleeping under the sunlight; or they must be playing the fairy’s equivalent of catch-me-if-you-can.

What you didn’t expect is seeing Daiyousei standing at the middle of the glasshouse, wearing what looks like a cross between shrine maiden outfit and maid uniform. And are those thigh-high socks she’s wearing?

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, Deion! Welcome home~” Daiyousei does a simple spin, the action of which causes the skirt to flip upward.

“What are you doing, Daiyousei?” you repeat yourself.

“Can’t you see? I’m practicing to promote your winery.” She does the spin, again flipping her skirt. “I figured that if I do it, this place will get more visitors, and you will be able to increase the sale. How do I look?”

You find yourself at loss of words. The more Daiyousei does the spinning motion, the more she reveals herself. It doesn’t help that the socks seem to tightly cling onto her legs, further accentuating the shape of her thighs – and what’s up with the shrine maiden/maid hybrid design, anyway? It’s as if someone took a page from the cosplay guide and suggested it to her because reasons.

“Well, what do you think? If you like it, we can start tomorrow.”

“We?”

“Kogasa is in. Shizuha and Minoriko are in, too. And I think Miss Hina wants to join, as well.” Daiyousei does yet another spin, which causes the skirt to flip way too high. Whoa, no panties? “It’s going to be fun, don’t you think Deion?”

With a stride so fast that you feel like you’ve just leapt across the pavement, you approach Daiyousei and pull her into your arms, almost roughly in fact. She gasps at this sudden gesture and pouts as she looks up at you. Seeing her in this close proximity, feeling her milky breasts pressing against your chest, being enthralled by her flowery scent that seeps deep into your nose, everything about this greater fairy is just too desirable to ignore.

“How lewd.” It’s true; fairies are by nature creatures of lewdness and seduction, and seeing Daiyousei dressed up oh-so-teasingly? Even more so.

“You were saying?” she asks.

“You’re so terribly lewd,” you reply and kiss her. Daiyousei moans in pleasure as she accept the kisses, wiggling provocatively in your arms as you start fondling her. You let go off her moist lips just in time to stare into her hazy eyes. “Who gave you this idea?”

“Is me dressed up like this turns you on?” she giggles. “Or do you want to see me in something else instead~?”

“Damn mischievous fairy.”

“Ufufu, we fairies are naturally mischievous. Tease is our middle name~” she chirps, only to gasp huskily as you give her butt a firm squeeze. “Mmm, yes… make me feel good, Deion.”

You can’t even wait even if you want to. You bend down and bombard her exposed shoulders with nips and bites. Your hands continuously massage her butt and breasts before you lift the hem of her dress up and bend down to reach for her breasts. Daiyousei notices what you’re intending to do and tries to stop you, only to squeal when your mouth finds the tip of her exposed breasts.

“Deion, please… not here—ah!” she gasps again as you leisurely lick and tuck her erect nipples.

“What’s wrong?”

“…someone might be watching…” From the way she reacts, however, you’re very certain she’s thrilled by the idea of anyone walking in while you and your fairy lover are making out. And sure enough, at the corner of your eyes, you spot several individuals hiding behind the hedges. You twist on your feet, shielding Daiyousei from view as you glare at the offending eavesdropper. Sunny Milk, Luna Child, Star Sapphire, Clownpiece and Koishi squeal and giggle before quietly they run off, dragging the shocked Cirno along.

Damn voyeurs.

“Deion?”

“You’re right.” Giving her neck a gentle nip, you scoop Daiyousei off the ground and head back in. “Let’s enjoy our tender quality time somewhere more private, shall we?”

“Yes, let’s…”

You carry her to your room and place her on bed. You then land beside her and touch her, caressing her everywhere and feeling her body heat up in response. Your hands are ready to undress her but are suddenly swatted aside as Daiyousei admonishes you with a finger wag. “Don’t you want to ravish me while I’m all dressed up?” she playfully suggests.

“Don’t you mind getting it dirty?”

She’s grabbed your necktie as she suddenly yanks your face down towards her. “Even better~” She then seizes your lips, kissing you deeply than you’d imagine. In between the sloppy kisses and tongue plays, she surprises you by flipping you over and pinning you on the bed; you can actually see lust in her eyes as she begins to unzip your pants. “How do you like me giving this special service? The winemaker is the first to get this privilege, after all~”

Your erection is in full display. Daiyousei coos at the sight and brings herself to your crotch, her warm breath tickling you. She giggles when it twitches in response and runs her tongue along its length, mumbling about how intoxicating your manhood smells. You clench the bed sheet and hold your breath, resisting the urge to shoot your load early.

“Hey, don’t give up yet. We still have yet to start.”

“I’m sorry, but it feels so amazing.”

Daiyousei admonishes you with a cute pout. “You silly~ then how about this?” She gives your dick a few pokes and suddenly swallows it whole, and your mind instantly goes blank as she starts sucking hard. It doesn’t help that her skirt has crumpled around waist, exposing that firm butt to the air, and that sight causes you to involuntarily thrust your hips upward. She pulls back and glares at you disapprovingly, as though you’re interrupting her, before she grins and focuses back on your manhood.

“Daiyousei, I-I’m-!” You grab Daiyousei’s hair and push her down, silencing her shocked cry as your cock explodes inside her mouth, filling her with cum. She isn’t perturbed and continues sucking you dry, moaning hungrily as she greedily swallows your load. Then she pulls herself away and nuzzles her flushed face against your manhood, allowing herself to be smeared with the remainder of your semen.

“Amazing, I can’t get enough of you,” she purrs. “Mmmm… we could do this all day long, and I’ll never be Sa. Tis. Fied~”

“Then how about this?” You seize her arms and roll over, pinning her on the bed. She whines as you bring her arms over her head, but all further protests are cut off when you take off your necktie and wrap it around her wrists.

“Tying me up? Why?”

You merely grin at her predicament and secure your necktie on the bedpost. “Relax, you’ll enjoy this,” you say as your hand slips underneath her dress and leisurely fondle her.

“B-but bondage? I didn’t know you’re into bondage.”

“Who says anything about bondage?” You lean into her and nibble her ear, causing her to yelp. “Besides, I like to wraps things I like in ribbons. Or necktie.”

“L-lewd.”

“And wanting to have clothed sex isn’t?”

“Meanie.” From the way she’s writhing as you finish tying her, you doubt she’d oppose it entirely. “Untie me, please.”

You ignore her plea and dive straight for her crotch. Her pleas go unnoticed as you begin your feast, leisurely exploring her sacred gate and savouring upon her love nectar while listening to her beautiful moans. The erotic scent of her nether region is overpowering, causing you to falter and drop your attention. Daiyousei seems to notice, because she has grabbed your hair and pulls you back to her hips.

“Do…don’t you dare stop now!”

Snickering at her insistence, you continue eating her and startle her by pressing your mouth against her crotch. She shrieks and thrusts her hips upward, desperate for more contact. You award her for the impatience by thrusting your tongue in and out, and you can feel that she’s close to reaching orgasm so you intensify the assault, pinning her on the bed to keep her from thrashing around.

“Deion, I… I’m gonna—!”

Daiyousei convulses, lets out an immodest cry and arches her back as she climaxes. Your head gets clamped between her thick thighs as her lower gate bursts open, her juice gushing out and splattering on your face and the mattress beneath. You keep on eating her, licking and drinking every drop as her orgasm slowly subsides, and then crawls up to her face, planting kisses on her trembling body.

“No fair…” she sobs.

“I can’t help it,” you chuckle over her swollen lips. “You’re so much fun to tease.”

“Then untie me.”

“No can do, dear~”

“…Deion, you meanie…” You silence her protest with a kiss, filling her mouth with her own cum and sharing her own taste with her. Daiyousei doesn’t offer any resistance and accepts the kiss, moaning as you gently caress her breasts. Breaking off the kisses, you turn Daiyousei around and place her on all four before moving down to her hips. Looking over her shoulders she gives you another cute pout, and you snicker at her before smacking her ass, which causes her to squeal erotically.

“N-not too hard!”

“I see that this lewd fairy needs some discipline.”

“P-please, stop…! I beg you to—ah!”

You give her ass a few more slaps and knead it roughly, each time making Daiyousei cry out. Her lower lips have already started leaking, and their hotness is beginning to overpower your scent. Resisting the urge to ravish her from get-go, you continue spanking her and relishing the sight of your fairy lover wiggling her hips in desperation until she begs you to stop.

“S-stop it! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being a tease! Just… please, take me already…”

Suddenly you feel guilty for tormenting her. Gently you pull her up and kiss her, murmuring your apology over her lips as you embrace her sweaty body. “I guess I overdid it, huh?” you ask and give her flushed cheek a soft peck.

“Meanie…” she sobs.

“I’m so sorry, my dear. Let me offer my apology for real.” You place her back on the bed and guide yourself at her lower entrance. “May I?”

“Don’t make me wait…”

Taking a few deep breaths, you push yourself in and gently enter her. She gasps and bites her lower lip, apparently trying to resist being filled, but then she gives in and lets out a long, lustful sigh as you penetrate her up to the hilt. Oh, damn. Even after having sex with her for so many times she still remains as tight as ever, and it never ceases to amaze you.

“Love me, Deion…”

Complying with her request you begin to move, each stroke making Daiyousei cry louder by the second. As you fuck harder, you run your hands over her outer thighs, feeling her soft, satin-like skin; then you lean down and clamp her upturned breasts, feeling them swell in your hands. Her face has turned deep red, and judging from how her body moves in rhythm with your hip pounding, you know that despite what you did to her earlier she’s clearly enjoying it rough. And those luscious lips are just begging to be ravished…

“Mmmph!!”

Her eyes widen in a sudden as you silence her ecstatic cries with a deep kiss. Your tongue plunges deep into her mouth, hungrily seeking for her tongue and savouring the taste of her carnal craving. You can’t take it anymore; the hotness of her inner walls is threatening to squeeze the life out of you, your manhood is screaming to spill its load into her and your mind is too clouded to even think rationally.

“Daiyousei, I’m gonna come…!”

“Yes, yes! Come inside me! Come inside me! Give me all your seed, Deion! Aaahh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!”

With a mighty push, you thrust yourself at the deepest until you can’t go in any further, and your cock twitches madly as you unload yourself into her awaiting womb. Daiyousei wails in orgasmic bliss as she climaxes for the second time, thrashing uncontrollably underneath you as you fill her to the brim.

With the last drop of of your seed, you pull out of Daiyousei, untie her from the bedpost and fall to your side. Too tired to even ask your lover how she’s doing, you simply throw your arm over her and pull her into a tight embrace. She hums merrily and returns the hug, and for a fleeting second you can feel her moist lips pecking your forehead before she snuggles close to you.

“Daiyousei.”

“Yes?”

“Just be honest with me.” You pause for a moment to let Daiyousei adjust herself in your arms. “Who told you to dress up like this?”

“Well, I heard from Miss Sanae that it’s the craze at the outside world and that I should try it.” She gasps when you run your finger down her spine. “She even gave me her old costumes to try; I’ll show you some of them when there’s the chance.”

“Please, don’t.”

“Aw, why not?”

“Because that’ll make you an even bigger tease than before.”

She pouts at the answer. “Am I not a tease enough for you?” she whispers, even as her hand has started stroking your spent manhood. “I know you want to ravish us mischievous teasing fairies~”

“I don’t think I can resist the temptation.” You swat her hand off your crotch and entwine her fingers between yours. “Especially if it’s coming from you.” For a moment her eyes glitter in anticipation, and you swear you can make out a seductive smile carved upon her lips. She stares at you, intensely and longingly, before she giggles and rests her head upon your chest. “I’m sorry, though, for hurting you.”

“It’s alright. I kinda liked it when you went rough on me. But please, no tying up again.”

“And here I thought I wanted to open this special present every night.”

“Hey! That’s not fair!” She slaps your chest, and you respond by pulling her in and kissing her deeply. She quickly goes limp in your arms, moaning submissively as she accepts the kiss. Only the lack of air forces both of you to end the kiss, and even so you keep her in your view, wanting to relish this gorgeous woman. “Deion?”

“Yes, Daiyousei?”

“I know I may sound selfish, but could you…” There’s hesitation, and she seems to fumble with her own words until you encourage her by petting her. “You’re not going to be angry at me, right?”

“Of course not,” you chuckle. “Just spill it.”

“I…” She hesitates again, and you patiently wait as she gathers her courage to speak. “Deion, could you… please make me a mother?”

It’s as though her words have awakened your deepest, most unknown, most primordial of all desires, because without even thinking twice you turn her onto her back and strip her nude. Your manhood springs back to life and starts throbbing again, madly wanting to be put inside her one more time, never mind if she’s already stuffed with your seed. Her breaths come out short, and for a moment she stares back at you in bewilderment, as though she’s surprised at her own blunder.

“I… I said something silly, right?”

Well, you know there’s no need for argument, as you once again claim her moist lips, as you once again caress her until she melts against your touch, as you and your fairy lover once again set sail and ride the wave of passionate desire all day long…

--|--|--

Daiyousei wanting to bear Deion’s child? I bet certain 2hus will get jealous when they get a hold of this. Also, greater fairy and her thick thighs.

Hope this will do for now, and my apology if the quality of my writing has somehow dropped. It’s been a while since I wrote anything Touhou, and I don’t think I can catch up with this place anymore like I used to. I didn’t miss anything that much, did I?
>> No. 38323
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>>38322
The title is supposed to be "Miko-Maid Fairy Too Lewd", the same as in the subject box. Sorry about that.

Anyway, guys, suggest me potential customer(s) so that I can start working on more Winemaker shenanigans.
>> No. 38326
>>38323
> suggest me potential customer(s)

Eternity Larva, Aunn Komano, Narumi Yatadera, Okina Matara.

Four of the new girls from the new game. One of them is even a fairy!
>> No. 38327
>>38326
Seems a bit too new, I'd rather have someone from Byakuren's or miko's circle.
>> No. 38328
>>38326
Sorry to break the news to you but Eternity isn't a fairy.
>> No. 38329
>>38323
Doremy Sweet!
>> No. 38331
Aunn and Narumi would be my personal choices from TH16, as they both seem like they'd be total sweethearts now that the latest incident is over. Though I'm betting Yukari is going to introduce Okina to him at some point, seeing as they're fellow sages and probably friends.

As for more long-lived characters, I bet Captain Murasa wouldn't mind a drink. Seafarers and alcohol are often close friends, and she'd probably get along well with Deion.

Also I see the fairies dragged Cirno into their little peeping shenanigans. Is she gonna confront Deion over this? Well... chilled wine sounds like an enjoyable concept, to put it one way. Either way, I just wanna say that it's good to see your works again, CATA!
>> No. 38332
>>38328
>The Butterfly Fairy who Approaches God
>Species: Fairy
>A swallowtail butterfly fairy.
c.f. TH16's omake.txt
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I'm on phone right now so I can't post too many stuffs, but basically I've started writing the next update. Expect maritime nocturnal battle and intense youthful quality time.

Also, I forgot again, but what's the post limit before this thread gets auto-saged?
>> No. 38334
>>38332
She's a Goddess of Darkness (and enemy of Okina) masquerding as a fairy, based on Okina's dialogue in Cirno's EX stage.
>> No. 38335
>>38333
250 posts (on the main page it'd say "247 posts not show" or such); you're at 221 (222 with this post)

Also Sanae's been something of a mixed influence on the innocent fairy waifu.
>> No. 39323
>>38333
Any news, Cereal ATA?
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