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>>45372193 (8/-)
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A ping in my mind. There she is.

There's no giggling, no satisfaction—only cold rage. The image of Kasen holding open my Gap loops in my brain constantly, together with a tint of… Fear. Seija utilizing Goro to reverse the state of my gap is one thing; it tires both of them and is unreliably… Kasen not only hijacked away my command over the gap but also used it. I swallowed the twisting feeling inside my belly, a drop of sweat cascading on my nape… No. It was a one time thing. You'll never be this careless again, Yukari. You're this powerful and at the top of the food chain because you never, ever commit the same mistake twice.

I force a smile, gulping down the shake of my hands and, prepared for everything, open the gap around my hyperfocused sense of Kasen's magical signa—ugh… Of course. My eyebrow rises with disgust at the vision: On a double bed on all fours, being pounded from behind—likely by Goro, hard to determine with the blankets covering her—, face buried in the Amanojaku's breasts, both women's hands exploring each other's bodies, was the honorable hermit, loudly moaning in pleasure. Shameful display.

Considering the furniture and… 'partners'—not sense of magic, too focused on Kasen’s for that—she's in Satori's palace. Was she there seeking help but got caught by her own lust in the way…?

Makes me want to vomit just how pathetic she has become, all because of a simple, small mistake~my good humor returns and, gracefully, I go through the gap, standing above the threesome, parasol in hands: "My, my~Ibarakasen. Enjoying yourself?" I say with triumph as the three freeze, Seija's eyes jolting open as Kasen slowly pulls away from her chest. "I feel cheated, truly. I thought I, you and Anon had something special… But you simply cannot control yourself, right? The lowly beast you are, one that deserves a tighter leash from…" Kasen finally turns completely to me. Alarms immediately blare inside my head. "… now on…"

Kasen has a very specific expression when blinded by her lust: foggy eyes, wearing her lewd desires like a sundress…

… Kasen's eyes are lucid.

The sirens are nuclear and, eyes wide, I pull the blanket over Goro—he's clothed. Kasen is clothed.

What the…

"BLEH, AUUUGH!!" Seija spits, cleaning her chest with her powers, absolutely disgusted as she leaves the room, pulling Goro with her, who signals his hand with a familiar fashion… an ultimate deal…?

Kasen gets up, staring at me, as sane as ever… And she grins.

It clicks.

"SATORI!" I yell, looking around for the other pink pest, skin burning when that inactive gap I placed in her powers appears—How did I miss it?! A delighted laugh echoes throughout the room, elevating the agitation of my nerves to a whole new degree—

Elegant as she can possibly be, the satori materializes from beneath the bed, face reddened and legs slightly crossed—but with a shimmer in her eyes that mocks me, "… The almighty Yukari Yakumo, a victim of her own prejudice." She stands by Kasen, narrowed third eye judging me. The desire to just rip her head off her shoulders is immense, but I'm Yukari Yakumo, and I am not dumb: killing Satori without a replacement would be a disaster to Gensokyo in so many levels—nuclear energy, spiritual balance, safe passage of all spirits—which she knows well, thus her smug. "Though, I must say… That's one ingenious plan, Yukarin~!" Kasen tenses up. I don't even try to tamper with Satori's mind—she'll never get rid of that gap that lets me control her powers, but such a gap also prompted her to shield her soul and body the way only a master of the spirits could.

Try manipulating that, and I'm vulnerable to attacks.

My, my…

I narrow my eyes at Kasen… And giggle, pulling out my fan as the edges of my eyes smile. "Clever, Ibarakasen. Very clever… But you don't expect me to sit here idly while Satorin tells you all my dirty secrets, right~?" The fan hides half my face, yet the other half yells of past wars and blood, two massive gaps flanking me, the eyes inside uncharacteristically wide and focused. Kasen doesn't even tremble; her eyes ironlike…

… She's rather calm for someone who's about to be pummeled to the—

The wall where the doors to the room are exploded inward. Before I can even glance, there's already a fist eclipsing all my field of vision, and it's pure instinct that saves me—

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Yuugi's punch sent Yukari flying through the room's wall, exploding all of it like and shaking the rest of the rooms shaking with power greater than earthquakes; the Yukari missile clipping through the fence wall, reality delayed before thick bricks and soil flew up as if an underground deposit of gases had commenced combustion. The sheer suction force of the displaced air pulls outside the bed and other furniture in the room like a tornado—on the horizon a cloud of smoke rises, the Underground trembling.

My grin hurts my face.

Yuugi simply huffs, cracking her knuckles. "That's for playing games with my sister, evil hag."

Last image for oni-chans everywhere.

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