/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>45833093
Naturally, mostly when she really lays into you and leaves you a broken mess that can barely move. She'd call Eirin over and you two would spend hours making up a story of how some uncivilized youkai took a shot at you.
Eirin would recognize the lie the second she sees your wounds, she won't care, Reisen would cry when nobody was looking.

>>45676590
She would abuse and rape me everyday, it would be so hot

>>45404788
I'll take a grump and give her a bump

>>45221059
I believe it's well known why

>>45048386

Hana supposed there were 'good youkai', she even mused that she knew a few. The ones that resided in the village were good enough, part of her training was being informed of them and it wasn't like she wasn't personally taught by Kiene-sensei.

Aunn was another, but her case was special in being something more akin to a divine beast spirit than anything. Yeah, Aunn was a good one for sure. It was all she could do to pass the time the as her eyes darted to the entrance of that eyesore.

The Line leading out of the HSE grew smaller over time just as assuredly as the chewy mochi she munched on grew smaller as well. It was about noon and the crowds of youkai and humans were in full swing of doing their business on the once quiet western street of the village. Hana found herself in the usual alley mouth that was perfect for overwatching the entrance without drawing attention.


Planning to waltz into that terrible brothel as soon as it opened in the midmorning, Hana tried following that building heat in the depths of her belly like a light in the dark. It seemed that others had the same plan as her and quite a few of them at that. The mixed crowd of shameless youkai; mostly oni, earth spiders, and the various beast youkai that loiter around the village outskirts kept her at bay. Being in the same crowd as them was just...

Hana was rather angered at this obstruction, it was HER father after all! She should just run them out of the village, it was no place for them after all! Still, Hana knew she couldn't face down that many, not without even having spell cards at her disposal.

Another method was avaliable of course, her vip ticket. She was hesitant on using it however, it felt like giving up a part of herself. Like she was selling her soul piecemeal everytime she used it. Only the times where she was guided by the paradoxically soothing energy of her mentor did it feel more like a scheme going well rather than a capitulation to her base desire.

Under the cool and waxing morning sun Hana found herself at a crossroads, she wanted to let that budding heat out. She wanted to see him again, to taste him like she once did... In equal measure there was guilt, the eyes that glanced at her, the face of that judgemental Shikigami fox, the absence of life in her father's voice...

Before long the guilt won out and as if to save face she quieted her breathing that she barely realized was getting heavier. Hana cursed loudly to no one in particular and stormed off, intent on going on patrol instead to clear her head. With any luck she'd find a youkai to bully, she couldn't wait till Aunn and her met up at home. Aunn had learned well all the little spots Hana liked to have teased after all.


Hana had finished her mochi and a portion of the hot tea she carried around in a little bamboo carved thermos. Nothing had changed, the youkai there didn't even bother making a ruckus and she didn't get to see her father.

A wash of an hour if she ever had one.

She figured some fresh air would do her good, leaving the village she passed by the gates before taking off into the air getting a birds eye view of everything. She closed her eyes for a bit, feeling the earth and wind around her.

There was a blessing of being her mother's daughter, if only one. That was her sharp sense of intuition. Her mother's luck didn't seem to rub off on her very well, but this? It was hers entirely.

Gusting winds pushed at her this high up and she and felt the pull of fate, without opening her eyes she drifted in a random direction. By the time she opened them she was surprised to see herself standing infront of the bamboo forest.

It seemed to call to her with only so much as a whisper passing through the trees that lined the path of the lost. Hana entered, letting her feet carry her forward.