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Aya’s sternum ached during her bath with Momiji. The wolf tengu wouldn’t leave her alone for a second! After appropriating staff supplies to clean and dress Aya’s wound, Momiji found masks belonging to their proud race. In a box of long-nosed faces resembling those contemptible printer tengu, she found a half-mask bearing a crow’s beak. It just barely covered Aya’s wound. While the wolf tengu she was safe from small doses of incense, she had yet to test it against Anon’s residence. There was no room for hesitation: She had to brave this miasma to ensure the safety of her kinsmen. She just had to hope Aya wasn’t lying about the pill’s efficacy.

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While the wolf insisted on supporting her through the door, the crow tengu separated from her as soon as the trees came into view. Anon had enough to worry about on his own. Her battles didn’t need to compound that.

Reaching the shrine grounds, Aya was greeted with a brand new sight: Rows of flowers popped out of the ground, spreading life to every inch of the prison. Even during the Hakureis’ honeymoon period, the landscape never looked this gorgeous. She could hardly believe it was the same place. “Did… Did Yukari really do this?”

“Didn’t you know? The Flower Master came in earlier today carrying a load of tools, soil and seeds. I suppose this is the end result.” The white wolf was impressed at the delicacy of her craft, considering some of Yuuka’s earliest visits to the HSE.

Aya, however, had other concerns. Yuuka visited Anon? She planted flowers on his porch? That meant these plants were the product of Yuuka sowing her seeds together with Anon. This powerful youkai, comparable to the sages… why did she have to chase after him too?! Marisa, Tsukasa, Yukari, Ran… all of these blonde women were ready to pounce on him… Now the master of Mugenkan was after him as well. No, even worse—she was bringing the Garden of the Sun to him!

Ignoring her pain, Aya walked as fast she could to her beloved’s home. There was no time to listen to Momiji’s warnings: While she was reclining with Matarajin, everyone was making their moves. Every second counted if she wanted to stake her claim on Anon’s heart. Approaching his front door, Aya stopped as she heard Anon speak. What gave her pause wasn’t his voice, it was the one-sided conversation he was having with someone. Someone Aya couldn’t hear replying, but Anon did. A horrifying thought crossed her mind: What if Yuuka was too much for Anon to handle? She was probably the strongest being in Gensokyo. Maybe strong enough to finally break his mind with her sadistic, relentless hip thrusts!

Sliding the door open, what Aya saw was in some ways better and worse. Anon’s sanity, thankfully was intact. His conversation partner was just a little automaton. A blonde one. One that got to nuzzle against his hand freely. Et tu, Margatroid? The little tease couldn’t muster the courage to visit him, so she made a doll to seduce him for her! This was the last straw: It was time for Anon to put out. She began, “Anon! I want you to pet… me… too!” She could barely choke out the words as the pain in her chest returned with a vengeance, stopping the jealous reporter in her tracks.

Momiji caught Aya from behind and steadied her balance. “I’m terribly sorry to bother you, Anon. Aya is here for her reservation. She’s been… discombobulated from her work recently.” The white wolf bit her tongue, disgusted at herself for bending the truth like a reporter. However, she felt the human’s hand gently stoke her head, wiping away any guilt.

“It’s no trouble at all. Thank you for your help. Are you okay with the scent?” His fingers started to slow down as concern filled his tone.

“Yes, absolutely! Aya assisted me in me reducing the effect of the incense on my body. I won’t s-succumb to my instincts again! Either way, I am here to assist Aya with anything she may need. Is that alright with you?”

Before he could reply, Aya interjected. “I already said you’re joining me, geez! And don’t talk about me like I’m drunk or dead. As for you:” She turned her face to Anon, the mask hiding her intentions, “It’s rude for you to pat another woman during my session, isn’t it? To make it up to me, you’re gonna have to satisfy both of us all day long. Here’s how you can start!” Leveraging Momiji’s weight against her, Aya pressed both of the tengu’s bodies against Anon, pushiing the trio to the floor. Grabbing Anon’s free arm, he guided it to her back, right at the base of her wings.

“You’re not allowed to stop until we say so.”

With no alternatives, Anon stroked the clingy crow’s back and the rapidly-submitting wolf’s head, buried in a soft pile of feathers, fur and flesh. Having lost her conversation partner, the doll hopped onto Anon’s head and hugged it from above, content to nuzzle into his hair.

(Part 50)