(New Thread)
  • First time posting? Check out our site rules and FAQ.
  • Supported file types are: AVIF, GIF, JPG, PNG, WEBM, WEBP.
  • Maximum file size allowed is 4096 KB.
  • Images greater than 200x200 pixels will be thumbnailed.
  • View catalog
Show or hide post box

Thread 41283 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 16846904059.jpg - (578.17KB, 720x960, 37573163_p0.jpg)
37573163_p0
Just in case, this is the prize short for Kizin, winner of the >>/gensokyo/16873 Village Life: It’s Never Safe at Work contest. It is also technically a follow-up to >>41058 A Dog With a Bone and >>41082 A Witch With a Broomhandle, but there’s little continuity to speak of else than the male insert, so don’t fret about not perusing those beforehand.

I confess the “horror” aspect hasn’t been touched on much for personal reasons, but had consulted that with ol’ Kiz and am therefore giving myself the biff chit.

In addition, this short has been cross-posted to AO3 with a handful of “enhancements” that would have been a little too obnoxious to do on THP. That version is available here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47331199 . The text is otherwise the same.
 [View thread]
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 168501863271.png - (1.70MB, 2314x3092, __hata_no_kokoro_touhou_drawn_by_kame_kamepan44231.png)
__hata_no_kokoro_touhou_drawn_by_kame_kamepan44231
Well done, well done, and merci. I enjoyed it--actually, there are some thing about this that make me wonder if they were points of fanservice aimed specifically my way. Funny, if so. I think you "got" Kokoro well and approached her character in a nifty way, and I also quite like how Taichi's character arc as it were has gone so far. Setting details were a nice touch too. With how this ended, I wonder whether you'll do anything more with Kokoro again.

So, did you like writing it? I know that when you were starting up the process it was like pulling teeth.
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 168503769587.jpg - (858.80KB, 1200x1200, 00152-2116444845.jpg)
00152-2116444845
>>41287
>Funny, if so.
This was supposed to be a (somewhat) personalised prize; a gentle touch of pandering was apposite!
>I think you "got" Kokoro well and approached her character in a nifty way
Writing "youkai-like youkai" is definitely a kick, definitely in a body part... even if Kokoro never struck me as a particularly youkai-like youkai, by the series' purview. Nevertheless, I think it lent the piece that extra inch of novelty to elevate it above "just" a porn short. I think.
>how Taichi's character arc as it were has gone so far
As mother, as son with the sacred prostitution, eh? Just the clientele's shifted...
>So, did you like writing it? I know that when you were starting up the process it was like pulling teeth.
The start was an oof, for causes we discussed. No template for Kokoro in my head = mental roadblocks upon the slightest essay at constructing a scene/sequence of events. No sequence of events = no idea what the character ought to act like to facilitate it. Vicious circle. Well, but I went and did my homework, (re)READ THE FUCKING PRINT WORKS, read up on Japan's strange historical crossover of performative arts with prostitution, and something did emerge.

Thereon out, it was pretty fun. More vanilla-esque than most filthy smut I've done in recent memory, which helped things along, too. Truth be told, I had no idea Taichi had a crush on Kokoro until he, well, did. Always a funny feeling.

It was interesting as well to experience how my fiddling with illustrations fed back into the writing process. Which it did, to a surprising degree. There is potential there, perhaps.
>I wonder whether you'll do anything more with Kokoro again.
Not the pumpkin bun? Not even? Really. REALLY!
Delete Post
Report Post
>>41288
Pumpkin bun if you want, I'm just remarking on the promise at the end here!

For me, I specifically just wanted to give you something challenging. I'm happy you wound up enjoying it.

Thread 41275 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 168099827034.jpg - (0.98MB, 3077x4335, CirnoKoishi.jpg)
CirnoKoishi
It was a quiet day out in the Forest of Magic. Cirno and Koishi both stood opposite of each other:
"Cirno, you have been skipping out on your medication. Why?" asked Koishi
"I am a Fairy. I don't need any of these worthless daily doses!" she replied with defiance

Koishi shook her head in disapproval and began to charge up her Honnou "Ido no Kaihou."
Before she knew it, Cirno was trapped and ready to receive her medication:
"I didn't get this medical degree for nothing. I want to help people. Just sit still and it'll be over soon," Koishi calmly stated

Despite her gentle reassurance, Cirno continued to struggle, cursing at the Satori under her breath. Koishi pulled down her and Cirno's panties: She was ready to administer the dosage. Koishi inserted her long, thick, Satori cock into Cirno's soft, Fairy anus:

"GET IT OUT OF ME, YOU FILTHY APE WOMAN!" shouted Cirno.
Koishi replied "That is no way to speak to your doctor!" and continue to apply the daily dose

Koishi's cock was thoroughly pounding Cirno and Koishi was near ejaculation. But it seemed it just wasn't enough to help her patient. 'What should I do though?' Koishi thought. Suddenly, like a flash, the idea came to her: Immediately after ejaculating, Koishi unsheathed her Primate tallywacker from Cirno and began to charge herself up. Cirno thought, it was finally over, but she turned her head back only to see a fresh Spell card, and Koishi's petra-popper moving in reverse.

Cirno braced herself for the double-seen second brain monster that was about to penetrate her. At first, it hurt incredibly: Cirno had never felt such an powerful surge of pain before. But after an hour of nonstop buttfucking, her anus became stretched and worn out to the point where she could enjoy it!

When Koishi finally ejaculated, it was released at such a force that Cirno vomited a large quantity of the semen. Koishi timed out the spell card and let Cirno free:
"Thanks, doc. I'm sorry about how I was acting before. This medicine is great! I'll see you tomorrow then."

As
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
 [View thread]
Delete Post
Report Post
It's always the Koishitfags...
Delete Post
Report Post
>>41275

Least insane Touhou fan.
Delete Post
Report Post
Here's a tip: when you make a thread, especially in /at/, give it a title. An untitled thread in /at/ looks like a certain type of unsavoury spam this board has gotten multiple times, which led me to entirely avoid this thread, until I noticed on the main page that it was still up after several days and had gotten new replies.

Thread 41258 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 167967955523.jpg - (908.47KB, 1218x1500, 001.jpg)
001
Please deposit your filthy smut below. Or see >>/gensokyo/16873 for information regarding the ruurus and other such suchness.
 [View thread]
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 168089773958.png - (1.17MB, 1140x1560, 36a960ab279708431d0d37dfbb7a72cf106a9a0adc212529bd.png)
36a960ab279708431d0d37dfbb7a72cf106a9a0adc212529bd
The season changed, and with it a festive atmosphere fell onto the village once again. The usually tranquil streets flooded with busybodies buzzing to and fro, their attention captured by the amusing games and mouthwatering smells that came their way. Powerful voices peddled their wares and attractions from their garishly decorated stands, amidst the hubbub of a colourful crowd that wore their best kimono for such a momentous occasion. This was not the first time Jin had lent his youthful strength and skills as a handyman—that is, he had hauled the heaviest pieces of lumber all over the town for days—to the elders in charge of the arrangement of these festivals, yet the quiet feeling of accomplishment he felt at the sight of his neighbours enjoying the fruits of his hard labour still hadn’t diminish in the slightest. The excitement was almost palpable in the air, so much that it felt like static over the young man’s skin, raising the hairs on his tanned, well-defined arms.

Nowhere was this more evident than at the stage erected at the central plaza, where the Prismriver Sisters had just finished their latest concert. From Merlin’s energetic horns to Lunasa’s heart-wrenching chords and Lyrica’s skillful keys; the trio’s melodies had captivated their audience for hours. Yet it had been the most recent addition to their merry band who had fascinated Jin the most. Raiko Horikawa’s percussion was, objectively speaking, not as prominent as the performance of the other members, but even someone as (self-admittedly) uninformed about musical theory as Jin could tell that it was the steady beat of her drums what turned the Prismrivers’ otherwise cacophonous sounds into the catchy tunes everyone enjoyed. The raw energy behind every pound of her batons shook the whole town, and rung deep through Jin’s ears until he could feel it inside his own chest.

The villager, however, had a suspicion that it wasn’t just Raiko’s musical skills what set his heart aflutter. The drum tsukumogami’s chosen human form was, in the words Jin had heard his boss whisper to his friend at work, an exotic stunner of a beauty. Several furtiv
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Delete Post
Report Post
The dark draped itself heavily over everything in the room, shadow on shadow obscuring the limits between objects, people, and nothingness itself. The moon had been full that evening—resplendent by any reckoning—but wind and cloud had acted as smoke, turning its luminosity into a slight pallor in the dense blacks of the night sky. Further filtered by the paper at the nearby window, the dregs of moonlight only served to add texture to the thick silk that enveloped them.

She sat up on the futon and rested part of her weight on her elbow and shoulder, keeping her face turned towards where she knew the window was. Otherwise lost in her own thoughts, she was nonetheless vaguely away of a tingle that would come and go, that would brush against and ripple across her naked flesh. It was a liminal sensation appropriate to the lack of form around her. She felt as though she had come close to death without realizing it, though that was clearly an absurd notion for her. Her heartbeat was as muted as her breathing but they were clearly there—clearly hers.

Still she felt as if she were just discovering herself; the movement of her palm and fingers in the dark felt unreal; the tingle came and went and remained unexplained. How could she figure out much in the dark? Any answers she might find could only prove themselves true in the light, if she endured. Endure what? Drunk on the dark, she felt too cowed to make a noise and affirm that she was still in her right mind.

After all, she had sought out the dark. She had left her home when the clouds began to gather, taking trails through the bamboo forest that were only known to fairies, youkai and herself. Since she knew those furtive trails as well as the back of her hand, there was no chance of her getting lost. She made good time, arriving at the outskirts of the village before too long. Lamplight came from a few homes but the streets were dark and mostly empty, allowing her to take a more direct path to her destination. In her audacity, she had even come to knock upon the front door!

Had she not heard a quote from a book long that women possess great mystery within themselves? That they were be
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Delete Post
Report Post
The immortal lay down, keeping her eyes up on the dark ceiling. Thin clouds must have come across the moon, she reasoned, as the light dimmed but not to the previously oppressive degree. She closed her eyes although that was something of a performative act. Sleep would not find her easily. She was aware of the presence beside her, of the warmth that radiated from the other human. She was hyper-conscious of that reality; her ability to forget that fact had been stripped away from her a few months after Keine had come to see her.

She had run into him on her way back from seeing Keine one afternoon. They exchanged a brief, austere, greeting. Nothing else happened. A few times after, the same thing happened. Once, when she had taken Kaguya to see a village festival from the margins, she spotted him in the distance. She was sure that he had seen her as well.

Over time, she became conscious that they spotted one another with more frequency. Neither was making an attempt to change their route, to force their meeting. Of that much she was sure. So why…? Perhaps it had been Keine who set things in motion: she had moved on so swiftly and so without lingering regrets that the other people in her life got caught up in her wake. Always with a simple nod, with a measured look in those clear eyes, he greeted her.

That scar, that teardrop … she thought of it whenever she spent more than a week without seeing one another. It seemed to be proof of a compact between them. Had that moment of near death deprived her of part of her life, the ability to forget? Her immortality did not seem quite so flawless anymore.

Sleep felt near enough to interrupt her recollections for the time being. A surge of activity in the mind and, later, the body postponed the inevitable a little longer. She thought of the first time that they met alone. No one had set up a meeting, they simply arrived at the same spot near the outskirts of the village at the same time. Neither had any real business there. They had just been drawn to the spot, drawn to one another. He had begun to speak but then chose to say nothing, casting instead a long glance at her that seemed to see her clearer than she saw herself.
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Thread 37688 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 145602083622.jpg - (126.32KB, 560x420, K1.jpg)
K1
>>28203

Touhou Kenchinroku is a series of eroge by circle eden. There are currently three games in the series, all of which have been translated into English.

The first game of the series takes place at Yukari's home and features Yukari, Ran, Chen, and Aya as heroines.

It can be bought from English dlsite: http://www.dlsite.com/ecchi-eng/work/=/product_id/RE065288.html
or melonbooks.com: http://www.melonbooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=IT0000155506
and is only 105 yen.

The English patch can be downloaded here: http://www.mediafire.com/?rljr8fdi2x3orb8
This is a revised patch from the original that was posted earlier. It includes various fixes to wordwrapping, message history, grammar, typos, etc. It is strongly recommended to use this patch if you plan on reading it, but the story is the same as the first patch.
 [View thread]
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 166931764645.png - (391.16KB, 594x376, FiGH1DJacAEu3sa.png)
FiGH1DJacAEu3sa
Delete Post
Report Post
>>41235
Gotta postpone it until Touhou 19 releases
Delete Post
Report Post
>>41256
broooo what? that's actually huge.
only time will tell if he can keep up the motivation to work on it tho

Thread 24499 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 133675738225.png - (100.81KB, 794x544, Era.png)
Era
Or EraToho.

So guys, anyone know about this thing? I heard from my friend about this game; apparently it's a text based rpg similar to Slave Maker or something like that.
 [View thread]
Delete Post
Report Post
>>41171
Shut up, the man had a question.
>>41170
Which game?
Delete Post
Report Post
>>41136
yeah its slow but alive, most recent translation is yuugi, kaguya, yumemi, nue, suwako and seija i think. that's for eratw. dunno about k but i see the git still being updated
Delete Post
Report Post
This thread is a time capsule. Cool that it's still up and the eragames are still being worked on to this day.

https://wiki.eragames.rip/index.php/Main_Page

Thread 41174 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 164965415582.png - (1.78MB, 2047x1447, __shameimaru_aya_touhou_drawn_by_tksand__6ffef9941.png)
__shameimaru_aya_touhou_drawn_by_tksand__6ffef9941
Izumi Kagenori, gray wolf, Scribe of Daitengu Immediate, stood motionless at the veranda of the judicial chamber. While his initial intent was to enter the chambers post-haste, retrieve the requested documents, and leave for the night, fate held other, more pressing affairs for him to tend.

The current Secretary of Daitengu Immediate, Shameimaru Aya, lay betwixt the scribe and his path, accompanied by several opened lacquer boxes and glazed cups, which were all strewn over the bamboo flooring. The man kept to the secretary’s peripherals, yet to futile attempt as she snapped her crimson eyes toward his padded footsteps. Drunk as the woman was, she remained ever vigilant.

“Oh,” he said in preemptive warning. “Good evening.”

“Yes, yes,” she said dismissively. “Good evening, indeed, Scribe. A sorry thing to say about a night’s meeting in the workplace.”

“Am I speaking to the lovely secretary that keeps herself polite, or the one that drowns herself in liquid sorrow?”

“Both secretaries are one and the same.”

“Okay.” He deemed this conversation over and instead moved towards the inner office. But before he could place aside the room divider, a stray leg blocked his entrance. Naturally, the scribe’s gaze trailed down the pearly thighs and onto the owner, but night winds forced his view astray. With but a gentle breeze, the only cloth that shielded the secretary from indecent exposure down below was blown askew, revealing far more than the scribe had initially predicted.

She revealed a cruel smile. “Oh? What is this, dear Scribe? Have your eyes laid upon something upsetting? Or could you be, dare I say it, ashamed?”

“Gah! Cover yourself already! ‘Ashamed,’ she says. There’s nothing wrong with being ashamed here. You’ve displayed your most private parts in the moonlight! And please, put on some undergarments.”

“Yes, Mother. There, I’ll fix myself. Are you happy now?”

The scribe offered a peek. Shameimaru, with slack expression, sat wariza, with her butt planted firmly to the flooring, legs off to each side. She smoothed down her sash and
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
 [View thread]
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 166758085069.jpg - (61.49KB, 400x600, black-pine-400x600.jpg)
black-pine-400x600
[x] In the end, he made her wait.

Put some courtliness into it. Is it so much to ask?
Delete Post
Report Post
[x] He gave into his—but mostly her—urges.
Don't spurn a fellow awoo; this is for the sake of peace among wolves.
Delete Post
Report Post
[x] In the end, he made her wait.

awoo

Thread 41226 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 166112548212.jpg - (448.86KB, 1000x1000, hot bird.jpg)
hot bird
See >>/gensokyo/16549 for information and announcements regarding the contest.
 [View thread]
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 166389156155.jpg - (257.85KB, 1000x1600, f5d88e90-b5b0-4828-9dc5-8ae89ad0ed08.jpg)
f5d88e90-b5b0-4828-9dc5-8ae89ad0ed08
He had the gods of the sea, no doubt, to thank for this.

At the foot of the Youkai Mountain, where wise men daren’t go, there was a big lake. It was called the Misty Lake with infallible accuracy, for an impermeable fog swirled milkily ever and always over the waters. Currently, however, it was locked in a dishonourable duel for its name with the summer sun, which, having singed the clouds off the sky previously, now turned its glare on the terrestrial lookalike. From afar, the Lake appeared as though steaming.

On its shade-less shore, in a tiny bay, somebody who hadn’t known better had built upon a time a no bigger pier. It was short, rickety, so close the water’s surface the flimsiest breeze could cause your boots to slosh for the rest of the afternoon and, on the whole, given a wide berth by fishers of sensible persuasion. The man occupying it today, simmered by the summer rays, knew, however, a secret.

You could take off your boots and leave them on the bank.

But for this stroke of genius he would’ve been mighty discomfited to sit where and how he was: on the pier’s far end, trouser-less legs over the edge, lazily milling the water. His name was Mondo, and he was a fisher. Or he could’ve been a fisher, perhaps of even some success, had his life turned differently and the land of his birth contained reservoirs with less self-possessed inhabitants.

A specimen of which was, at this very moment, half-clambered over the pier and Mondo’s naked lap. Her name, in turn, was Wakasagihime and, quite despite it, she was in obvious evidence a mermaid. This was tenable by the lower half of her body idly finning the murk: scaly and iridescent, in the heights of piscine fashion, from aforementioned fins up to where an amazing, toned behind could, Mondo was rather positive about this, otherwise have been found.

Of her upper half, he had a poorer view – due mostly to Wakasagihime’s flowing, seaweed-green kimono cloaking its back, while her lush frontage was squished, less than abashedly, against his own. Her pale, princess-slim arms hugged his tanned waist with surprising – or perhaps not – strength.

Wakasagihime murmured something loosely i
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 166390530082.png - (365.93KB, 561x645, candlewax.png)
candlewax
(Image cropped from https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/1929642)
(I'm not sure how well this one fits the theme, but I wanted to contribute something and this was the best I had.)

The sunset never failed to stir Futo’s brash heart. The brilliant oranges and deep reds felt much like the heat and passion of fire. There was comfort there, in the warden that sheltered her, in warmth and ash, from the terrible image of Buddhist icons.

Sadly, she’d brought no oil nor torches on her trip out of the human village. No tools to conjure that glowing guardian again. It was perhaps just as well, for the the evening had done nothing to calm the sweltering heat of the day. But still it left her a bit on edge, given that she followed a Buddhist stooge into the wilds. Admittedly, one with lovely shoulders and an alluring butt to which her blue and white dress clung. Even the gold-and-brown tabard-the kesa-did little to hide any of it. The angry pink cloud accompanying that Buddhist, she could do without.

In absence of her incendiary tools, Futo’s eyes kept wandering to the sunset, as if she could conjure its flame for comfort. Or usher the day to a sooner close, so that she could bathe in something other than her own sweat. The stooge-Ichirin, she ought to call her-had personally invited her for a drink. Alone. Why? Why with her? They had fought alongside one another, certainly. In fact, the nature of their alliance had made it all… oddly intimate. She had allowed Ichirin to possess her, and taken control of Ichirin in turn. But they had fought against one another far more often, even after that whole ‘perfect possession’ incident!

“Thanks for your company, Unzan. I’ll see you back at the temple.”

Futo blinked. She looked up. Ichirin waved the angry cloud away. The cloud rumbled in response but, after trading some whispers she couldn’t quite process, the he billowed out and drifted off. Ichirin glanced only briefly to Futo, but didn’t even bother explaining, before she turned and resumed her march. Now, Futo’s mind rac
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Thread 41204 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 165547999747.jpg - (646.03KB, 2432x1500, ojousamas.jpg)
ojousamas
For those who have been half-asleep, Discord came down on us, so no more posting anything remotely exaggerated Japanese crying-worthy on the server. Luckily, imageboards have functionalities for posting (shocker!) images. Why not use those functionalities to do what some number of us sat around doing on a shitty Chinese spyware chat anyway?
 [View thread]
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 165750553735.jpg - (1.10MB, 1536x1920, 93787347_p0.jpg)
93787347_p0
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 165751928695.png - (1.35MB, 1414x2048, Screenshot_20210323-235022.png)
Screenshot_20210323-235022
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 165752112688.jpg - (208.38KB, 1463x2048, 20210714_035515.jpg)
20210714_035515

Thread 41207 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 165730188199.jpg - (1.66MB, 2363x2286, lewdonmytimeline.jpg)
lewdonmytimeline
What it says on the tin. Whether it's doujins, birdsite, Pixiv, or some other place, talk about artists to watch. Bring up things you like, maybe help others find new things, basically.
 [View thread]
Delete Post
Report Post
I think Kaiou/Fukutsuu Okosu may be either dead or just gone from art. His website is gone and his twitter and pixiv have been inactive since the start of 2020. What a shame.

Thread 41182 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 165006733059.jpg - (765.11KB, 1000x1300, 63751682_p0.jpg)
63751682_p0
This was a ballroom. No other word comprised so much scarlet plush and gold. Chandeliers of wrought brass blazed sextuple-split light from their crystalline candles. The matching, motley paint on the walls was still very new; fairies in the deeper reaches of the mansion could be glimpsed sporting it like veteran scars. Half a dozen hues in the honour of a goddess revivified.

And beneath them, believers thronged.

Maids scurried in strength around and around the ballroom, some laden under trays of colourfully glazed pastries and some – the guests’ gauche attentions. The job posting had been undiscriminating; here and there, therefore, it was possible to see a furry tail or ear or wing failing the human spot-check. The Scarlet Devil Mansion, nevertheless, was where everything went; and the human and youkai maids conducted themselves, if nothing else, with fewer spilled drinks and pulled pants than even the most disciplined fairies.

And this was Sekibanki. Sekibanki stood in a meticulously selected “there” rather than “here” at the farthest-flung end of the ballroom, scowling. Sekibanki was, pointedly, not drawing herself a cup of punch from the nearby bowl; she furthermore wore an unimpeachably ironed headdress, ruffled half-apron and a puffy-sleeved dress with a skirt designed to pin the guests’ attention low and away the parts of her which could’ve otherwise given them distress. Insofar as these facts, it could be surmised Sekibanki was a maid among maids at the beck and call of the Scarlet Devil and her pet goddess’s. Insofar as the chitty back in the pocket of her cape, that would’ve been correct.

The chitty hadn’t the half of it down.

Sekibanki sighed. The man beside her gave her a curious, sidelong glance. Sekibanki maintained it was a man because he listed off as one: a head (hah!) and shoulders taller than she, a cheap waistcoat over his linens, arms with longer reach than was their own good. Considered from the other end of the ball, he was misfortune waiting to happen on the way home.

“… It is nothing, sir,” she said frostily, st
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
 [View thread]
Delete Post
Report Post
This story, like all your others, gets the fap seal of approval from me. Many buckets were filled.

Captcha: HeRMiT5
Delete Post
Report Post
You have a very unique style, and a talent for writing exceptionally engaging smut.

Mokou's story with that school aide milked buckets of cum from me, and this one has been no different. Thank you very much, count me among your group of avid readers.

Blessed captcha thread: WiLyOkUU54
Delete Post
Report Post
I love reading how Sekibanki slowly succumbed to her perverted desire. And the Chimata cameo was really cute. I hope she appears in your stories more often.

Board Pages

- Took 0.16s -
Thread Watcher x
Reply toX