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yep..
http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=27452 and his pixiv

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hey /jp/ know of anyplace where i can find archived touhou doujins?
also inb4 secondaryfag

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http://aja-games.com/products_koumajo/index.htm

Anyone have a working torrent of this?

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Why do I use such a word to refer to this? This is... This is wrong, I should not like this, but... Sakuya's touch, it's always been so gentle, so... so warm. It's funny, in a morbid way, how I never noticed it until just now. These hands... They are the hands I would wish my lover to have. They know every inch of my body, they know exactly where to touch me, how my curves flow, even where my sensitive spots are.

"Does it feel good, milady?" That disgustingly soothing, calm, loving voice, cooing at me from right next to my ear, her warm breath blowing against me, making my body temperature rise another degree or two... I must be bright red by now. I remain silent in a stubborn fit of adamance, hiding my face in her hair, still clinging to her for dear life; granted, the fact that my panties are soaking wet by now betray my true feelings, not to speak of my sweat-covered body pressing against her uniform. Her hair... has it always smelled this nice? I catch myself taking a deeper whiff of it before I even notice what I'm doing, and nearly weep from the shame. She's caught me in her trap, and there's no way out. The predator of the night has become the prey.

"Good... Then, if you would excuse me for a moment, milady." She pulls back, climbing off me; I find it difficult to let go, nearly holding her down on top of me. Why? Why do I feel like this... Is this something I really want? Sakuya... Do I want Sakuya? Do I want her to do this to me? ...Or, to do this -with- me? She starts undoing her uniform, slowly removing it piece by piece, layer by layer, until she's left wearing nothing more than her underwear - the black, sexy kind. I can't think of any other way to describe it, which is also humiliating in its own way. Not that I don't already feel like all of my charisma has been shattered into a million pieces...

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