/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>45636131
not even the best song in that album

A door opened by Kokoro. She glanced at me, then in the direction of my palace and, wordlessly, left for it. I ignored it in favor of centering myself, cleaning up the remaining tears, and only then stepping through the door. The experience was… rather different from Yukari's Gap: instead of going from one point to another with the weird eye dimension in-between, it was like going through an actual door, the Land of Backdoors opening to me.

Two girls dressed in green and purple, holding pieces of trees, watched me from behind. That fairy—whose name I've forgotten—played with the Myouren rat, unaware of me until the Matarajin herself hummed, amusement behind her eyes. "Good afternoon, Princess of the Underground~" she said, gawking at my body up and down—I felt tense, acidic embarrassment turning my stomach. My squirming made her joyous, writing something on paper without even looking; her other hand motioned for me to come closer.

The fairy waved at me. I waved back, steps hard towards the chair of the sage. The rat caught her hand and guided her out of the room; the two clowns left on their own volition. In seconds, I was alone in the room with the Matarajin.

"My, you're so cute. That pink hair, that frail stature… budding breasts~"

… Oh no…

Blushing, I stutter. "Are all sages creeps?!" She simply giggles, rolling the paper and throwing it inside a backdoor, all without shifting her eyes from my chest, skillfully dodging my psychic powers—perhaps for my own good. Ugh… "You know why I'm here."

"You did a good deed helping my sister Kasen; that backfired on you, and now you either don't act and your hot little sister—" would it be a good idea to shoot a sage in her own realm? Probably not. It was appealing anyway. "—out of desperation by her reopening third eye makes a deal with a devil worse than Shinki; or you do something and Yukari will have to deal with even more fodder when things go down." I narrow my eyes, and Okina lifts a brow, extending her hand inside a backdoor—I jolt backwards, away from her caressing my chin.

"T-That's how you treat all of your allies? Calling them fodder?" I expected bad. But not this bad…

She began writing another letter. "Don't be saddened, sweetheart; against a sage, only the likes of me and Reimu will have any impact~" Another letter thrown inside a backdoor. "But even fodder has its purposes; a war is not fought with missiles alone. Information is essential." Her cunning smile died, giving way to something that drained my embarrassment and replaced it with pressure. "Yukari and Kasen have done something I do not thoroughly understand—but you do, right? You were there." The smile returns; the pressure doesn't fade. "Consider yourself lucky. If you hadn't info I need, the price to be under my wing would be paid on bed~or maybe you want it just to have some fun?"

I gulped down embarrassment. Are these really the people you call your sisters, Kasen?! Perverted old grandmas…

Feeling bitter, I gesture denial with my head. Okina shrugs, placid. "Oh, well, losses are equal," and throws another letter inside a door, releasing her weird ink pencil. Last one, it seems. "If you ever change your mind, make sure to say it."

"You're despicable."

"And your boss, now~" She giggles, rhythmically hitting her finger against her cheek, eyes closing in thought. "Oh, they're all done. So fast, too—what a way to break stereotypes." What…?

My confused frown just makes her laugh—the sound grates my ears—her throne starting to float just as a massive backdoor opens in front of us, leading to a… lookout high up in the sky, clouds very close and everything in the distance—from structures to forest and rivers—looking rather small—

Okina's hand was on my back, prompting me to go through the backdoor. I felt sick, but Satori Komeiji is not one to fear the unknown—that'd have been a hindrance when setting up the nuclear furnace.

The air hits us, mighty and extremely loud, but Okina, coming behind me, moves her hand, and it becomes as silent as my office in the palace.

"Why did we come here…?" I walk to the edge, focusing on the structures on the distance…

"Oh, you'll see."

Hm…

Yes, still Gensokyo: the Scarlet Devil Mansion is an unmistakable landmark, even with all this snow—

"Serious, Okina? I was preparing to go to dear Hana's party! Ugh…” Surprised by the familiar voice, I turn. Kanako stares at me with curiosity. "Ho, Satori Komeiji…? W-Wait, don't tell me you two are a thing—"

W-What?! "Why's that your first guess?!" I yell, blushing.

"Because she's been consuming spicy romance novels recently like a demon~!" Behind her and out of the backdoor comes Suwako, whose input makes Kanako red as blood. "Still, making us miss Hana's birthday party? This better be important, Okina."

"Indeed." Hijiri Byakuren comes from another door, scowling and emanating cold anger in the air.

W-What's happening here?! All these powerful people…

"I CAN'T BELIEVE I'LL BE MISSING MY FUCKING CAKE!"

Went to a job agency today and have messaged both a bakery and a ice cream parlor to try and get a job interview, please help me Okina-sama!

>>45152429
Say, are you any good at dancing?