/jp/ - Otaku Culture

"That goddess appeared with the weird green-haired human, told us how important and great of a job we were doing, then game us gifts." Yura told Yamame as she began to massage her shoulders. "You're very tense, dear sister." She was silent for a moment. "Missing something?" She asked, coyly.

"My peace and quiet, you - Ooh..." Much to her chagrin, Yura did have a very skilled touch. It took more than a little force of will, but she finally found the strength to push her sister's fingers away. Somewhat annoyingly, she was right. Yamame already missed that strange human who she found so interesting, and he'd only been gone for half a day, in his brand new outfit, no less. "S-So, she probably wants your faith, then. Or to show off how indispensable she is." The Moriya's reactor wasn't far from the Hot Springs, after all, and the goddess probably wanted to make a show of helping her neighbours. It wasn't for Yamame to think about, because she held little stock in gods as it was. The last time she had approached Kanako Yasaka, it had nearly cost her something very dear to her, so she wouldn't take any advice from the snake anymore. "Okay. Graciously accept the gifts, but tell the rest not to let it become a habit." She cautiously tasted one of the granules, and found it somewhat unpleasant.

"Boiling water, Yams. You might be a little dense sometimes, but you're not stupid." Reiko told her, crouching down to meet her height. "Here, you just relax. I'll do it." She swept the granules into her hand, then swept herself out of the room. Soon, Yamame could hear her in the kitchen.

"How's your precious human?" Yura took the opportunity presented by Reiko's leaving to slip her hands back around Yamame's shoulders. "I haven't seen our most beautiful sister smile so much in years."

"Exaggeration." Yamame ground out, trying to ignore just how damnably skilled the girl was at massages. "He's been through a lot. Definitely doesn't need you trying to make - make insinuations."

"Is that right?" Yura suddenly stopped, and Yamame found herself just barely keeping herself from telling her to continue. "Perhaps I'll have to venture to the surface. Find a pretty boy all to myself." Yamame didn't manage to say whatever she was about to say when Yura's fingers managed to hit a particularly tense spot just right. "And just when are you planning to introduce him to us, hmm? I'm starting to think you're embarrassed of us."

"Of course not, Yu..." Yamame was on the verge of falling asleep. "Soon, definitely soon..."

Reiko bustled back into the room, one of Yamame's mugs in her hands. Yamame could see the steam wafting up from inside. "It smells rather nice, but I think I'll leave the taste test to you, Yams." She placed it on the table in front of her. Yura pulled her hands away, which Yamame found to be sorely disappointing. Perhaps it was time to find out just how skilled her human was at massages.

Cautiously, she took hold of the mug and smelt it. It had a strong, almost nutty smell, but it felt full-bodied. She took the barest sip, then felt her eyes widen. It was an intense flavour the likes of which she had never tasted before. Strong, and bitter and hot all at once, and even the bitterness didn't seem to matter much compared to the way she could feel the heat flowing down her throat. She took another sip, this time savouring the taste. "Well, that's, uh, rather nice." She finally said, already reaching out for another sip and ignoring the way her hands were just barely beginning to shake.

I asked her what her diet was like now. "Surprisingly, it's not all that different. I rarely got meals like human emotions anyway, since seeing humans down here is so rare, let alone human..." She trailed off, and I gestured for her to continue. "I do seem to be eating a bit more meat than I was before, though..." I raised an eyebrow. "Anyway, I only feel like I'm still hungry from time to time, so it's not that bad." I wondered if that feeling would fade in time. I couldn't imagine someone like Wakasagihime needing human fear to survive, so it must have been possible.

I had dragged the blanket with me when I had moved, and now I had wrapped it back around me to stop me getting even colder. "Tired?" Yamame asked me. I was, but I felt like I'd been spending so much time sleeping or in bed lately that I didn't want to say yes. Instead, I asked her if she could show me some of her clothing ideas now. For a moment, her face lit up with excitement, but it faded into deep thought soon. "I think...I should probably wait until you're feeling slightly better. I could show you the sketches?"

That sounded good too, so I nodded. "Okay, just wait there for a moment..." Yamame hopped to her feet, then jumped - with possibly some magical assistance - high enough to grasp the floor of the workshop, then swung herself up and disappeared from view. "I've had so many ideas that I'd run the whole world out of materials several times over before I could make them all!" I heard her call, before I heard the sound of several things hitting the floor. "Even had some help from - Here it is!" I heard footsteps, and then she dropped back down and landed gracefully in front of me, holding a thick book. She happily padded over and stepped around to my side, dropping the book open onto my lap. I reached out to thumb through the pages, and was amazed at how detailed the sketches were, considering the sheer volume of them. Across each page were so many sketches that I couldn't keep count, but each of them was a vaguely defined man in a different outfit. "I thought about this one for winter, but I don't think the shirt would be warm enough, but then there was this one, but wool can get coarse and itchy if woven wrong, so that wasn't right either, and then..." She continued, excitedly explaining all the different sketches and the details that made them up. This went on for a while, and the designs, which had started not so far from the clothing I typically saw in the village, began to grow more fantastical. Massive capes began to make an appearance, then the clothing began to get sleeker, more streamlined, and one page was full of designs that I could only describe as being reminiscent of Lady Hecatia's fashion sense. That brought me up short, because I'd suddenly remembered something.

Slowly, I asked Yamame if someone with blue hair had come to speak with her. "Huh...Oh, yeah! She told me that she'd been recommended by 'a reliable source' to talk to me about clothes. She gave me a lot of good ideas, actually. Why do you ask?" I politely smiled and said that there was no reason, but made a mental note to ask Lady Hecatia to try and keep her ideas practical.

Eventually, I'd gone through all of the designs and picked out several that I liked, and of those, Yamame had already gone ahead and made some of them. At that point, I was starting to feel colder and colder, and Yamame could clearly tell, because she told me that I was going to bed and I had no choice in the matter. It was oddly familiar, since I was certain that I had told Reimu the exact same thing when she was sick.

After forcing me back into her bed and throwing both the normal covers and the blanket on top, Yamame had hopped in beside me, to keep me warm. It was surprisingly comforting, since I’d done the same for Reimu. Having someone do it for me was…nice. I don’t think anyone had cared for me while I was sick like this for a long time, apart from Tenshi after my memory had been recovered, and that hadn’t really been the same thing. “I’m sure you’ll be fine soon. You always seem to be.” Yamame told me quietly.

I wondered what Reimu was up to. I'd told her that I was going to the caves, and I imagined that it wouldn't be long before she found out that I hadn't come back. Hopefully, she wouldn't do anything crazy, or just so happen to be knocking on the door when I woke up.

But I didn't have high hopes.

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You're not gonna share?

>>43079023
what

It's on page 11 and still going, I'm impressed.

At first I was impressed at how high Koakuma was and how low Sakuya was, but then I realized - characters with more protagonism as bount to have more "slice of life" silly drawings, while characters that are popular but not very known might have to resort to lewds.

There should be some data crossing with absolute numbers and groupings by stage number/playable character.

I like sweater spiders.

HE

Yamame!

Time to get comfy at each others.