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May 20th, Friday, 2XXX

Hanami slept in my room overnight. With how things are looking right now, we're alternating between our bedrooms. My bed is smaller than hers, causing the common mishap of almost dying to her giant tits a one-hundred-percent guarantee. It's not a bad death, I would say; disregarding the terror of losing my breath and going unconscious, they're like pudding. Firm pudding. Where did she get these milkers, though? Mom's own is just an average pair, but such a mediocre size couldn't birth these cups. Is this what they call genetic mutation? Hahahaha! I won't believe it. Not in a million years. These are mythical artifacts that will one day kill or foster life.

"Going, Sis," I said, dressed for school with my bag slung over me.

She mumbles, "Good day~" Falling into murky, slumbering depths thereafter. Her hoodie's a poor thing; it's imminent that she'll replace the broken cloth, but staring at the fractured zipper kinda makes me sad. Of course, moving my gaze a bit lifts my mood.

The red cloak that Hanami made from her boob gate is packed, made for the focus of deceit. One more collar to put on Red soon, and another once she's in the house~


"Excuse me. Sir?"

Yesterday's moment with Kita motivated me to take another path to school. The one that I'm treading on is actually faster than going through the market. Only downside here when walking is that there isn't much to see. The scenery is just bland urban concrete with the occasional bird.
It has become a surprise when a well-suited man asks for my help. Nothing happens at this street.

"Yes?" I responded.

"Oh, thank you! Do you know this place well? I just flew in from the airport and there doesn't seem to be any hotels here."

"A foreigner?" The well-suited man laughs at my rudeness, whereas a grandmother here would kill me for it. His hair is pulled back. A sharp widow's peak pointing to the middle of his face. Without that suit, he looks like an average joe: black-haired and, setting him apart from the term, blue-eyed. The apparel itself is expensively white with silver linings at the buttons and cuffs. "Uh, downtown's thataway," I directed, a finger going to the east where we stand.

The man nods. "Thank you again, Sir! Here, something for your help." He runs off, draggins luggage behind him. What he gave me was... gold? A huge gold coin.

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You can find the second thread here! >>3401882
You can find the first thread here! >>3386927
First thread archived if it has fallen off! http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Mother%20Goose
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>>3416319

"Morioka!" Miss Akimura addresses me, wanting help with a box full of sporting equipment. Sure! I didn't want to eat lunch anyway! Jesus. Can't she find somebody to help her? How about a golden kid stuck-up? There's a surplus of those people going around these days.

Sighing, I come to the P.E. teacher and carry a singular load for her while she carries the other. Baseball bats, helmets, balls: things that are expected to be brought around by such a profession.

As for the person herself, I go into examination mode; to gauge her present rank in the hierarchy that I have created within my mind, as there isn't anything fun to do around here. She's still young. Around the twenties, I should say, even if Akimura hasn't explicitly stated it. That's how women are, I suppose. Too much in a hurry to marry in modern times. Too fast of fish to catch for my studio if the trend doesn't stop its skyrocketing pattern.

"So how's the club been treatin' ya?" Miss Akimura said, kicking me out of my daydreaming fantasies. "You were hanging out with Makita that other day, weren't you? What do you think of her?"

> "She's a sweet girl. Childish and likes to play around with... 'toys' a lot."
> "A devilish fellow. Though, not in a vile sense."
> "Shy. Opens up with people who she's comfortable with, but is shy for the most part."
> (another option)
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>>3416358
> "She's a sweet girl. Childish and likes to play around with... 'toys' a lot."
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>>3416358
> "She's a sweet girl. Childish and likes to play around with... 'toys' a lot."
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>>3416358
> "She's a sweet girl. Childish and likes to play around with... 'toys' a lot."
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The coin we just received is definitely the work of an enemy Grimm. People don't just give you giant pieces of precious metals as thanks for directions. Any ideas which Grimm we're dealing with?
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>>3416358
>"She's a sweet girl. Childish and likes to play around with... 'toys' a lot."

>>3416406
The hairstyle makes me think snake oil salesman, i.e. the Serpent but not too sure. Not familiar with big coins appearing in fairy tales.
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>>3416406
His Grimm allows him to turn anything into a bomb
Even a 100 yen coi- wait no that's wrong.
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>>3416406
probably the serpent or coyote but that means little unless we know the myth/tale they are from to deduce their actual abilities better.
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>>3416445
What if the coin passively sucks the memory of the handler to the source? Fuck our sheep is in danger!
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>>3416417
Could be rumpelstiltskin
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>>3416462
dunno, but you might not be wrong. if like us, 'the serpent' and 'the coyote' have powers from ALL their myths, here is one somewhat related to a serpent, in which eating the serpent allows one to talk to animals. the king learned everyone's secrets through this, so as Grimms are only somewhat related to their myths, he could have the ability to uncover secrets somehow.

http://www.authorama.com/grimms-fairy-tales-36.html

that, or simply talk to animals, i dunno.
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>>3416462
Fuck with the sheep, end up six feet deep.
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>>3416428
>Killer Queen is the secret final boss of this quest

>>3416445
>>3416462
>>3416468
I called upon the ancient Tibetan art of google-fu and found this:

https://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/g/grimm/g86h/chapter105.html

He's almost certainly the Serpent, and we do NOT want what he has to offer.
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Grimms' abilities/wielders/etc. don't necessarily mean that they derive only from fairytales.

>>3416369
>>3416376
>>3416387
>>3416417
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3416492
>spoiler
HARVEST! THROW AWAY THAT GOLDEN COIN!
alternatively, Bible and he's THAT serpent.
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>>3416507
I mean I felt like the serpent was the bible one ever since they talked about fairyland as heaven probably also contains hell now that I think about it
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>>3416539
The biblical serpent never went to hell, though. Its punishment was to slither along the earth, and you can't do that if you're not on it. Snakes even got on Noah's ark.
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>>3416554
Well I was talking about fairyland containing all manner of fictional worlds both good and bad
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>>3416492

"She's a sweet girl. Childish, and likes to play around with... 'toys' a lot."

"You mean her teddy bear?"

"Maybe," shrugging, as I don't have the will to specify what I meant.

"She does take that doll wherever she goes..." recounting her sightings of Goldilocks and her bear. "I talked about it with a few other teachers, and how it looks odd for a girl her age to be bringing that around. But in the end, it doesn't cause any trouble for the school or its students, so she has a pass. Makita's a smart girl too. Can't have brains without a hint of quirkiness, right?"

"Yea," I muttered. Goldy's smart? I reckon that Miss Akimura was to mention book smart; not smart "smart."

Dropping the boxes inside its respective storage within the field, I begin to make my way back. The forecast said that it'll rain on the weekends, for the air's sticky and cold. Spring is Mother Nature's period of hysterics; one day it's hot as Summer, and then the other, cold as Winter.

"I almost forgot. Morioka, did you see the girl that turned in your registration sheet?" Akimura questioned.

"Maaary?..." I pronounced slowly, unconfident.

"Is that her name? Could you tell her to get a new uniform? School regulations and all that."

I lie to her, saying that I will so that I could leave sooner. Is she naive? Girls these days have become more and more skimpier. What Mary wears is a robe in comparison to what other females don themselves with. My case is different. The art that I create is above the dirt that is these kids. They're pure in their own way; of the human beauty. Not of the function of popularity or attraction. Those who buy is affected by that human beauty, and are attracted to have it.

However, I may be just a hypocrite.

> Stop by the club room/hideout
> Just go on with the day as normal. Then, stop by the clubroom.
> Skip classes.
> (another option)
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>>3416580
> Just go on with the day as normal. Then, stop by the clubroom.
Dad will be disappointed if we skip class.
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>>3416580
> Just go on with the day as normal. Then, stop by the clubroom.
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>>3416580
> Just go on with the day as normal. Then, stop by the clubroom.

>>3416564
Yeah, I get you, but the way you phrased your post made it seem like you were making an improper connection. It's still possible that it's taken inspiration from the biblical snake, though, I just wanted to clear up that the snake didn't go to hell.

Regardless, I think we're all agreed that don't want this coin. Snakes basically never give people good things in any sort of fictional setting.
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>>3416580
> Just go on with the day as normal. Then, stop by the clubroom.
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>>3416598
Where do you think we should dump the coin? Let a random at school find it and see what happens to them or just toss it in the garbage somewhere?
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>>3416604
Yumi's shoe locker?
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>>3416605
I considered that but if the (hypothetical) Serpent's coin really messes her up I'd feel a bit guilty. I don't hate her just dislike her holier-than-thou approach.
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>>3416621
True, I don't want her to get destroyed simply because she has an issue with us taking peeping photos. How about we either take it to the incinterator or have Mary ship it off to the NRO for inspection/research.
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I hope the coyote is a native American.
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>>3416625
Hmm NRO inspection is a good idea. They might be able to give us a head's up and confirm. I could see it leading to them putting us under high surveillance if they were concerned a Grimm user is trying to compromise us from their control but I think the intel benefits are good overall.
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>>3416625
I mean we are kinda of a dick so I don't really blame her.
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>>3416635
Would be bad if they put more surveillance on us and found out about hanami though
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>>3416643
Very true. Though we don't know if they'd do that, they might be confident Mary has a working relationship with us? Not sure.
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>>3416588
>>3416597
>>3416598
>>3416600
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3416643
>>3416653
Should we explain that Hanami has developed a Grimm while we're handing the coin over? We can skimp on the details of the Gate of Boobylon so they don't try to exploit her, but we may as well let them know she has one. If some Grimm assholes wanted to get to us as one of the three keys, they could just as easily kidnap Mom or Dad, and they might target Hanami anyway even without knowing she has a Grimm.

Now that I think about it, should we try to get ripped with Hanami? We might not be able to get combat training, but we can at least try to get stronger. Who knows, maybe our Grimm will amplify our raw physical capabilities due to the Big Bad Wolf's nature as a predator. It'd also kill three birds with one stone, since we'd be stronger for battle, we'd get sibling bonding time with Hanami, and we'd be incredibly hot, which would help us lure in more models and get the girls we already have to drool over us.
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>>3416660
>should we try to get ripped with Hanami?
Absolutely yes, we'd be making gains on multiple fronts and I love it.
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>>3416668
>making gains
good one
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>>3416656

High school goes on as normal. Math class had this once-in-a-lifetime environment. Because of the drop in temperature, and the Sun's position -- its beams warming up the class at the same time -- the whole hour molded into this limbo of motherly warmth and a perfect chill. Rotating from being heated and being freezed at the right points on the thermometer made me want arithmetics to never end. However, the speakers chimed, telling the finished chapter of that erratic fraction of my life.

Makita meets up with me outside the school. Escorted to the club room, I halt my advance to peek at Mama and Papa Bear's refuge. They growl at me the second I spot the glimmer of their buttoned eyes. The threat was laden with disapproval. I can't pinpoint how I know it, but these dolls are able to convey their feelings so well that I received the uncivilized message. Why are they angry? Must be grumpy. Bears don't wake well I've heard.

Through the second floor's door, Kitasawa is there to greet me and Goldy. Her lingerie was switched; Mary's merciful enough to give the loser variety, a lesson that the dog won't learn from.

The assassin leaps at my person, the attempt at ambushing unsuccessful when I utilize my Grimm's strength against the deprived Riding Hood. "Motherfucker! Delete those pictures now!" talking about yesterday's occurrence upon being thrown to a wall. Makita bolts from our clash to see to Mary. The fox is filling out papers at a table, her pen scribbling cursive with skill.

> *Honied Tongue* Persuade Kitasawa that she's just embarrassed.
> Give Kitasawa some slack and prance over to Mary.
> Give Kitasawa the gold coin that you've been given.
> (another option)
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>>3416733
>>3416727
seeing double
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>>3416733
> Give Kitasawa some slack and prance over to Mary.
We have the fake hood on us right?
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>>3416742
Yes.
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>>3416733
>> Give Kitasawa the gold coin that you've been given.
"I've been given this by a foreigner it looked so I'm giving it to you so your people could tell me what it is."
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>>3416733
> *Honied Tongue* Persuade Kitasawa that she's just embarrassed.
She certainly didn't have any problem when the pictures were being taken. No need to get flustered now that the hard part is over.

>>3416748
That's not the option to give the coin to Mary.
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>>3416733
> *Honied Tongue* Persuade Kitasawa that she's just embarrassed.
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>>3416751
oh my mistake. i'll change to this
> *Honied Tongue* Persuade Kitasawa that she's just embarrassed.
"I know your not used to showing yourself, heck probably not used to being around others but bear with me."
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>>3416751
>>3416760
>>3416767
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3416781

Kneeling down to the crashed girl, I propose a little chitchat to heighten her spirits. The hard part has been overcome with the help of alcohol. And alcohol reveals a part of a person that isn't buried by the ego. Tough men will cry, the gloomy are happy; a conversation from the monochromatic frame of psychology. This here Little Red Riding Hood is just untaught in the management of flaming emotions; Makita is her senior in that practice, a butterfly that has freed itself from its cocoon. Yet, its wings haven't dried.

"Oh Kitasawa, I know you're not used to showing yourself. Heck, probably not used to being around others. But bear with me, my precious hound, for I'm knowledgable about what you feel that bangs in your rusty heart: embarrassment." Dusting her off with there being no dust, I hold her chin, by which a mantis prays, to communicate the last of my tune. "It's but a phase. If you're willing to pass that segment of your young life, then you'll quit these crude forces. Makita will organize today's themes. So better listen to her."

I give Kitasawa some space. The rowdy girl gets up, avoiding to contact our pupils. "Okay... Master." Her collar jingles as she makes a jerking movement.

> Show Mary the gold coin that you've been given.
> Remind Makita of today's plays.
> Look out the window to see if Hanami is at the school gate.
> (another option)
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>>3416824
>> Look out the window to see if Hanami is at the school gate.
If she isnt,
> Show Mary the gold coin that you've been given.
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>>3416824
> Look out the window to see if Hanami is at the school gate.
> Show Mary the gold coin that you've been given.
She called us master without being specifically prodded. Good. Very good.
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>>3416824
> Show Mary the gold coin that you've been given.
> Remind Makita of today's plays.
looking forward to what she might have
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>>3416837
>>3416844
>>3416886
support
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>>3416837
>>3416844
>>3416886
>>3416898
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3416960

Departing from my adorable servant, I look to the window. If Hanami hasn't forgotten, she should be by the school gate, waiting.

A lamb-themed hoodie stands at the campus' entrance. Its size is bigger to the point of bagginess, a loss to be capable of encompassing a huge rack. Hanami is there, still as a statue. The orange afternoon sky is the only friend that can keep her enthralled in this trial of patience.

Keeping my sister's location in mind, I show Mary the gold coin that I've been given. It doesn't hold the scent of vanilla, but I'm skeptical. I have graduated from fate's lesson of its bullshittery.

"Can you check this out? A foreigner gave me this when I was on my way to school."

The agent puts her pen aside. "Hmm? It looks like any old coin."

"It does, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it's more than just a coin. If you can't find out anything, then could you at least bring it to this city's N.R.O. headquarters, or whatever you visit is stationed?"

"I don't see why not. There's always a reason for suspicion." The fox-like woman holds it up in the air, inspecting the old currency. She then bites it, shocking Makita.

"Mary?" Goldy said.

"It's gold alright. Perhaps, mostly." The possessor of the curio pockets it. "I'll make the guys at the branch check it out, kid. But tell me about it."

"A well-dressed man gave it to me by simply telling him where the hotels are at. He has slicked black hair and blue eyes; his suit is pure white with silver on the collar and cuffs. He also had some luggage."

"Interesting... Did he tell you his name?"

"No, he didn't. Just came and left."

"Strange guy. I'd love to meet him for a drink if he's that whimsical~"

> Bring in Hanami.
> Tell Makita to start today's play.
> Go to a vending machine to grab a drink.
> (another option)
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>>3417006
> Tell Makita to start today's play.
also why is our sister already here? she knows were in a club and those usually go for at least an hour after school, though i cant say for japan. just seems like she should know she doesn't have to come so soon, though making her wait still feels kinda guilty.
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>>3417006
> Bring Hanami into the building, but not into the club room. Maybe have her spend some time with Papa and Mama Bear if they seem to take to her.
I don't want her involved in club activities, but I also don't want her getting hit on/harassed by assholes while she's just standing out by the gate. Then
> Tell Makita to start today's play.

>>3417021
She's a NEET, so she has very little to do otherwise.
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>>3417021
Wasn't she supposed to call on our phone once she arrives? Also, it would be extremely awkward if she came in the club room on her own or with an attendant.
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>>3417056
>>3417068
crud. you know what it is right? shes still worried about what she learned about what we do in the club... shes probably standing there contemplating going to the club-room, potentially even with a teacher.
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>>3417056
Yeah, go with this.
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>>3417021
>>3417056
>>3417097
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3417109

Notifying my crew of a quick absence, I exit the club's quarters to join my sister. Hanami was laying on the sidewalk's pavement when I get there, remotivating herself whenever she starts to doze off. "This time I'll stay awake!" she'd tell herself, expending her energy at a high pace.

"Are you awake still?" I teased. My sister zips up like a cat, happy to see me.

"Rou, you're here! Isn't clubs suppose to end later though?"

"Aren't you here early, however? You could've waited at home if you're so sleepy. The negative effects of being a shut-in is weighing you down big time."

She forces a brightened disposition upon herself. "I'm fine. See? Your big sister's as lively as a hummingbird!" flexing an arm. The Sun highlights her ever-remaining eyebags.

I push down her appendage and grab its hand. "Come. I know a place where you can catch some Zs. Really. I don't know what to do with you if you're planning is this scattered. Was it because of last night?"

Hanami walks up so she's by my side. Her slippers slap the ground and her heels, alongside a dragging motion of those who knows not sleep. "L-Last night was okay! It's just the usual me." She twists her head around as we traveled deeper into the school. "Wow. I haven't been here for a long time. Hey! I remember that tree!"

"What tree?"

The graduate points to a young plant; the tree is just about my height. "I used to hang around there. It has grown since I've last seen it on my graduation day... I wonder where my friends are now?..."

"Don't you have their numbers?"

"I do. But calling them out of the blue seems... weird? I'd feel like a weirdo if I do that, let alone how I am now." A cloud of depression forms over Hanami's head. Before it could pour, I blow it off with my own cheers.

"They're your friends, and from what I saw in the past, they won't drop you because of some petty reasons. You also have the decision to work out."

"Can I? I don't know how long it would take to regain my old appearance." Hanami pinches her waist to prove herself. In my point of view, she isn't any different than she was. Just a tad "soft."

"Fretting like that won't get you anywhere too. Some cardio will do the trick. Could start jogging around the neighborhood for five-ish minutes."

"That could work. But, Rou, my horns. What if something happens?"

"How about doing it in the morning? Not many people will be up."

To ask Hanami to wake up in the morning is a difficult task in its own right. Nonetheless, it's a task. Not an impossible feat. If I start her there, Sis could get out more and enjoy life again like she used to.

>Cont.
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>>3417137

When Hanami and I enter the disguised hideout, I introduce my sister to Mama and Papa Bear. They were more polite with her than me; I earn myself a dangerous grumble that's sent from their stitched mouths.

In minutes, Sis goes unconscious. The parental dolls lets her sleep on their coats, assuming themselves as beds for the NEET. Hastily, I make sure to picture the moment before I'm kicked out by the ursine guardians for the crime of existing; their grumbles banish me to the second floor, slamming the door to the compartment that they occupy.

Makita inquires about my happenings at the inferior level. It was good timing, as I was to remind her of today. In her hands, a notepad that I have yet to read its listing.

"Mister Wolf, what was that downstairs?" Goldilocks said. Mary remarks; a joke that I was getting grounded by Mama and Papa for my transgressions.

> "I was trying to reconcile our relationship. But for now, they can die in a bonfire for all I care."
> "Just a fluffy sheep in the bear's den. Nothing special."
> "I introduced my sister to your bears. They're getting along very well; as in they're sleeping together, Goldy. Hardly anything bad."
> (another option)
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>>3417153
>> "Just a fluffy sheep in the bear's den. Nothing special."
>"now with whats in your hands, id guess you're ready to start the show?~"
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>>3417153
> "Just a fluffy sheep in the bear's den. Nothing special."
> "Now, let's get to the meat of today's activities. Mind showing me what you've got there?"
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>>3417153
> "I introduced my sister to your bears. They're getting along very well; as in they're sleeping together, Goldy. Hardly anything bad."
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>>3417153
> "Just a fluffy sheep in the bear's den. Nothing special."
> "Now, let's get to the meat of today's activities. Mind showing me what you've got there?"
Let’s hope she doesn’t get mauled.
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>>3417169
Support
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>>3417369
Nah Anon she is fine in fact the bears are now cuddling our sister because she is so soft and comfy. Much more comfy than their furs that they made a club called comfy club. Sadly wolf is not allowed since wolf only has fuzzy hair.
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>>3417169
>>3417369
>>3417159

"Just a fluffy sheep in the bear's den. Nothing special." Makita looks at me as if I'm the insane one. I deter her impression; "Now let's get to the meat of our activities. Mind showing me what you've got there?"

She glimpses at the notepad. "T-This. Not much, just one or two... ideas."

"Why don't you give it to me? I want to see how creative you are with today's play."

Reluctantly, Makita gives me the notes in her grasp. Jotted down on its lines are "Sister Mary and the Two Demons." She wanted her and Kitasawa to dress up as devils while Mary clothes herself in that nun's costume from before. At the bottom, it said, "Purify us with holy fervor." That can have a number of meanings due to its vagueness, but I can understand it. Oh Goldy~

Forcing the notepad into Makita's hands, I send her to the room's library to fetch herself the appropriate clothing for the act. I'll get Mary and Red over there too shortly. "Uh. Mister Wolf." Goldilocks said, three tiles from me.

"Yes?"

"Could you do that thing? From yesterday."

"Goldy, you got to be more precise in what you're referring to."

The bright blonde rubs her thumbs against her uniform's skirt, thinking if she should go through with what she sought. "Whisper into my ear. Can you do that again? Can you?"

> "Right away?"
> "After you've changed, little demon~"
> "You'll be good without it. But I will do it if you're too nervous."
> (another option)
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>>3417604
> "Right away?"
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>>3417604
> "Right away?"
Hold up, is our honied tongue addictive to its victims? We're a dangerous son of a bitch, aren't we?
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>>3417604
So Goldy into asmr, neat
> "Right away?"

>>3417626
Mabye we just have a really nice and soothing voice.
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>>3417604
> "Right away?"
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>>3417604
>The Spaghetti Monster's Eldritch Big Brother
>Literally Kiara Sessyouin
>It's a Singularity of Lewdness

What have we done
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>>3417604
> "After you've changed, little demon~"
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Usually posts around this time. Hope nothing is wrong.
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OP phoneposting. Will be updating soon.
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>>3418340
Writing... ... ...
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>>3418371

>>3417610
>>3417626
>>3417630
>>3417635

"Right away?" I'm happy that she's more open, and that I'm useful. But if this is going to be a frequent affair, then I'll have to monitor Goldilocks.

"Mhmm," nodding her head bashfully. "I don't mind if Mary or Kitasawa watches us. I just want you to whisper in my ear again. Doing this activity without that assurance from you feels... off. If I think about it, it ties my stomach into knots, Mister Wolf."

"Alright, alright. I get it," I said, kneeling down to her level.

Makita retreads the tiles' small length, lending an ear close to me. They're often shrouded by the rich curls that are her mane. Charming little things. I didn't give them thought the first time I assaulted those phones.

Goldy's awfully prepared. So much so that it makes my tongue too big for my jaw. At this proximity, I can even tell that she's respiring with a burdensome load. Her green eyes aren't in view, but I bet that they're swirling; a spiral of the pupil and iris. Abject.

Doing the job, I unfold my legs to stretch. Makita thanked me, going over to the costume storages over yonder. Like I had said, I fill in the other two models of today's vision. Kitasawa's attitude towards her counterpart's arrangement was fearful, for Mary will be in control for the session. But in the end, she coordinates herself accordingly.

After their demonic ensemble is finished, Goldy and Red visits me. I was "talking" to Baby Bear, doing the last of the lighting with him until the demonesses comes by. Lustful beings that are garbed in just as provocative outfits. Mary is still getting ready.

"Do you like it, Mister Wolf?" Makita inquired. The way she struts about has been reinstated. Kitasawa doesn't look too optimistic, a foot tapping on the ground.

> "Amazing! Did my words do the trick, or is another dose needed?~"
> "What's up with Red? Or is it just the scars of Sister Mary's last appearance?"
> "You're a hellish pair for sure. Don't get too into it this time, okay?"
> (another option)
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>>3418450
> "You're a hellish pair for sure. Don't get too into it this time, okay?"
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>>3418450
> "What's up with Red? Or is it just the scars of Sister Mary's last appearance?"
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>>3418450
>"What's up with Red? Or is it just the scars of Sister Mary's last appearance?"
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>>3418450
>"Without a Doubt Goldy, you're hard to take the eyes off of."~
lets throw her a bone and a confidence booster.
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>>3418495
+1. I was trying to find something along those lines before I gave up.
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>>3418495
Supporting, followed by
> "What's up with Red? Or is it just the scars of Sister Mary's last appearance?"
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>>3418484
>>3418494
>>3418495
>>3418508
>>3418516
>Writing... ... ...
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How concerned should we be that Makita is hooked on us setting free her wild side?
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>>3418540
depends on which girl you want as the end game i guess.
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>>3418549
My worries are more immediate. I was joking about Makita trying to rape us last thread, but now I'm not so sure. The other theory about Mama and Papa Bear wanting to kill us for corrupting Goldilocks is also far more viable.
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>>3418570
oh, well im not sure shes gonna go that far, but try and seduce us and be pushy about it maybe. also the mama and papa bear thing is very viable id think yes, but wont happen til she no longer needs any encouragement to act like her 'true self' nor tries to hide it too much.
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>>3418581
>try to seduce us
Good luck, she's not our sister
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>>3418519

"Without a doubt, Goldy. It's hard to take my eyes off of you~" The blonde succubus recesses into girly motions at the compliment. How she's all flustered doesn't suit her current form. However, her hungry act is reset to maintain character, groping Kitasawa all over as practice. "What's up with Red?" I note. "Or is it just the scars of Sister Mary's last appearance? She's awfully insecure."

Little Red Riding Hood mumbles. "W-What is she going to do? What are they going to do?" I picked up. It was as if her mercenary persona never was there.

"Red, let go of that thought~ Must I remind you again?" I said.

Kitasawa looks up to me. Makita backs away, giggling. "You don't need to, Master!"

"I see. If it helps, follow Goldy's lead. She'll guide you if you're not all there. But I can't say much for our Sister Mary and her future deeds." That may not be much of a reassurance. Though, Kitasawa wobbles her head to affirm. I'm not worried about the servant, as she has enjoyed the best we have offered.

Our nun arrives at the stage. With a jolly smile, she said, "I hope I'm not late! Was just sprucing myself up."
"My," beholding the set's two demons, "what thirsty sinners! It's going to take much more than I expected to whip you into a heavenly state~ Kitasawa, especially you. We left last night's game as a tie, but you clearly cheated."
"T-Try me, dumb bitch!" wrath arising out of nowhere. Red regretted her outcry before long, shrinking under the glowing gaze of Sister Mary that'll reap the benefits of her mistake.

The stage set, I hurry everyone in their proper places. "First we'll focus on these two beautiful women right here! Mary, make an entrance when I give the queue! Kitasawa, get yourself out of the gutter and look like a proud girl!"

>Cont.
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>>3418635

Two demons of primal desires raid the land of those who can temporarily satisfy their lust. Twins, one of emerald eyes and locks of the sun; another of grey eyes and locks of the world's gold. Continuously, they preyed, filling a gaping hole that widens all the while. It throws them into a perpetual, corrupt rapture that sucks men dry, invoking wails of pleasure that echo in the night. Soon, a virtuous saint comes to purify and absolve, clad in chastity. That was the story that Makita gave, sequencing each moment for this album.

I haven't finished "Unlocked Golden Locks," but it'll be done once I'm home. This folder is next in line, pressuring me to bestow a title for its release.

The three models exhaust their energy till the end. Makita is at a window, taking advantage of the cold draft. Kitasawa has been reduced to a puddle of pleasure again.

I'm accompanying Mary, flipping through the pictures that I snapped. "Never thought that the assassin could make a face like that, thinking it would only be a one-time expression. Lil' Makita is just as good. She can strike an erotic angle too well even-- oh, go back, to that other one, kid!"

> "Mary, could you tell me when you were interested in these sorts of things? You're very carefree about it."
> "Mary, be careful. You might tip over your chair-- W-WOAH!"
> "Did you adjust the nun costume? Your butt is more pronounced in most of these pictures."
> (another option)
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>>3418734
>"and I thought men were the lustful ones."
> "Did you adjust the nun costume? Your butt is more pronounced in most of these pictures."
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>>3418734
> "Mary, be careful. You might tip over your chair-- W-WOAH!"
why not lets die embracing heaven.
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>>3418734
> "Mary, could you tell me when you were interested in these sorts of things? You're very carefree about it."
> "Mary, be careful. You might tip over your chair-- W-WOAH!"
I'm interested in why she's so open about this kind of thing, but it'd be crazy to miss an opportunity to have one of the girls fall on top of us.
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>>3418734
> "Mary, be careful. You might tip over your chair-- W-WOAH!"
Wouldn't it be a shame if this turn of events were to reveal we were carrying a red hood.
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>>3418762
>>3418765
>>3418804
Supporting
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Writing... ... ...
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I think we should try and figure out the extent of our powers and their drawbacks before we keep using them on people that matter
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>>3419075
Who do you recommend we use as a test subject instead? Kita? Kita the younger, if we encounter her? Maybe Miss Akimura too? I don't really mind using them as test subjects.

As it stands, it appears the main detriment of the honied tongue is that the girls might come back for more. And we can't find their limits and effects without putting them to use. We may as well just use them as much as we can to see how they work.
Except on Hanami. She gets a pass (at least for the most part).
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>>3419037

"Mary, could you tell me when you were interested in these sorts of things? You're very carefree about it." A woman who's all game for these lewd photography shoots is rare. Makita and Kitasawa have to be persuaded, or supplemented in a way that creates an incentive for them to carry on their acts. Mary has been like this from the very start; since our meeting in my bedroom to now.

"That question takes me back. Since when was I this lax about pornography? Since when I was this outgoing with my body?" Mary paraphrased. "I was an unruly daughter. I and my family lived in the countryside, smack dab in America, and there, you had to make your own fun. Playing around with the boys was the easiest way to entertain me. I was not as delicate as the girls as well; sitting around in grassy fields and picking flowers is too boring. A tomboy I was, I guess? But I was like the dedicated female representative of that friendly band."

A sight if a group of young boys lets a girl run around with them. For some reason, I can't imagine Mary in a traditional dress: white or creme colored and reaches to your ankles. There's the influence from her old circle of friends if that has anything to with this.

Mary takes off her outfit's headpiece, brown hair flowing down and free. "One day, a guy named... what was it? Tony, I think? Tony." She resumes. "One day, Tony brought plastic bags worth of porn mags. All from his brothers, as he was the third child. That should pinpoint my first contact with gravure models and that type of industry."

"What was your most impactful moment, though?"

"College," Mary singularly answered. "I had my Grimm at that time and was studying for a job that has nothing alike with what I'm doing. A turn of events, I'd say. Went to parties while balancing my work, became comfortable with my body despite remaining a virgin. I got my degree, believe it or not. But it's all dusty somewhere at my parent's old home." I scroll past a picture, one that fancied Mary. "Go back, Kid. This one's a full body shot. Makita has some potential, you know that? A couple of more years, 'n she'll have a rack that's as good as mine."

"Mary, be careful," seeing as she leans into me dangerously. "You might tip over your chair-- W-WOAH!"

Just as I warned her, the agent and I plunge to the floor due to her excitement. Mary practically dragged me down; if it wasn't for that, she'd be the only one that has declined. Makita jolts at the sound of clanging steel legs, spectating the formation that we've got ourselves in.

Mary's over me. Her feet are interweaved with mine, and her arms prop her up as I lay down. The nun's pocket that holds her most buxom feature -- a level below Hanami's -- hang near my face. It's a tease, as I'm centimeters away from being cuddled. "Hahaha~ Sorry. My bad, Kid. But this is quite fortunate for you, isn't it?"
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>>3419166

> "Not very much. I hit my head on the way down. Doesn't hurt, but it'll bother me."
> "Is my bag fine? There was something in there that I wanted to tease Red with."
> "You're a fox, through and through. Might as well kiss me, eh?~"
> Grab her breasts.
> Grab her ass.
> (another option)
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>>3419170
> "Is my bag fine? There was something in there that I wanted to tease Red with."
It's time.
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>>3419170
> "You're a fox, through and through. Might as well kiss me, eh?~"
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>>3419170
> "Is my bag fine? There was something in there that I wanted to tease Red with."
Wonder what happens when we choose the grabbing options. i wanna do it so bad now.
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>>3419212
Why don't we find out? Changing from >>3419194
to
> "You're a fox, through and through. Might as well kiss me, eh?~"
> Grab her ass.
We can always tease red later, but this is a rare chance.
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>>3419226
Man this is a hard decision let me think about this.
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>>3419226
id support but Makita is around and might get jealous. if she doesnt witness us get murdered first, that is.

>>3419170
> "You're a fox, through and through. Might as well kiss me, eh?~"

ill support this by itself however, it fits our nature without going over the line too much.
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>>3419226
Support just have to know
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>>3419226
>>3419257
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3419284

Mary's a girl who'll make the most out of every opportunity. Granted, that is how I see her, and what really goes on inside her head is a mystery. But the line between her genuine mistakes and feminine wiles is a blurry border. Presently, this is a good example of what I mean. Did she accidentally tip her chair over, or was it a ploy to put me in this situation.

"You're a fox, through and through. Might as well kiss me, eh?~" wishing for that to be the case.

"Is that a command from a wolf? Or from the boy that's from within?" Mary said, playing along. "Sometimes, your methods are so preposterous that it makes me think that you're trying to prove something. You got yourself a harem. Kinda. And it's not like I'm blind. I've seen what Makita wanted, whispering addictive blandishments to her and that useless assassin."

Her enchanting tone is difficult to pull apart. "Is that disapproval?" I said as it's better to get a straight answer.

"It's not as my own person. But I have a job that calls upon me to uphold its values. Protect and apprehend. You're still a subject being tossed around, so, for your sake, don't get too wild with what you have. At least, in the far future~"

Catching me off guard, Mary kisses me. 'Twas a long one. Time warps to prolong our communion, burning the sexy nun's mature animations into my brain for years to come. It's as if my mind was melting, and so, I grab her ass. It was her turn to moan, as upon sensing my fingers -- fondling the rich fat that takes place in her buttocks -- she lets forth a series of whines.

Makita, hearing her partner's pleasured whimpers, snaps her perspective onto us. "Mary, what are you doing to Mister Wolf! M-Mister Wolf, what are doing to Mary!" she interrogated with full force. Kitasawa has recuperated from the photo shoot's erotic torture a bit, regaining a small amount of her sanity. She just watches, eyeing the red cloak that streams out from my bag.

Leaving Baby Bear on the stool she previously sat on, Goldilocks approaches us with cold feet. Every time Mary dips her tongue to trespass upon my mouth, she becomes more and more absorbed on our tangle.

I can't stop squishing Mary's butt. My hands move along with its tide-like maneuver. What this nun is giving me is like... a meal. A delicious dinner, seasoned and tender.

After so long, she detaches from my maw, a string of saliva breaking as she lifted. Mary was in heat, red streaking across her face horizontally. "H-Huh?" she said. "W-Why do I? I can't... W-What did you do...?! Ahaaa~" As if the erupting emotions inside her is unbearable, Mary claims my lips with more severity. Makita watches in sheer consternation.

> Try to pull away from Mary.
> Keep at it until Mary has had her fill.
> (another option)
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>>3419425
i think Goldy is both interested and jealous. a dangerous combo for someone who controls giant death bears.
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>>3419425
> Keep at it until Mary has had her fill.
just lay back and let her take the blame for where she takes this.
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>>3419425
> Keep at it until Mary has had her fill.
I want to see where this is going.
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>>3419464
OMG please whatever you do. do it on pastebin. I need details.
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>>3419425
> (another option)
>Devour her

Prolly a bad idea but hey
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Freindly reminder that our sister is still napping downstairs and could probably wake up at any moment and walk in here.
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>>3419425
> Keep at it until Mary has had her fill.
>"aren't you going to join goldy."
>>3419703
Another great idea but I want to give that to our sister.
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>>3419425
> Try to pull away from Mary.
aaaaaaaa
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>>3419425
> Try to pull away from Mary
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>>3419425 #
> Keep at it until Mary has had her fill.
Pray that onee-san didn't hear anything one floor down.
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>>3419425
> Keep at it until Mary has had her fill.
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>>3419425
> Try to pull away from Mary.
Guys please.
Now is not the time for this.
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>>3419425
> Try to pull away from Mary.
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>>3419456
>>3419464
>>3419737
>>3419900
>>3419902

I couldn't measure time. The orange and pink beams of light are the only relative signs that I can use. Too bad that it didn't help much, as it would've made this embrace much more trackable. Mary, in a sense, is time; the clock stops when we kissed, and it won't tick until she has had her fill.

Was it seconds? Was it minutes? Hours even? I don't fucking know; I just knew that I'm being eaten alive with my grasps on her cheeks. The instance she has tired herself allows me to perceive the damage of Mary's infliction, the agent herself collapsing as if we fucked the whole night away.

Upwards to Mary, I said: "Aren't you going to join?" It wasn't the appropriate measure, but I felt that I needed to crack a joke so I can comprehend this into an adequate scope.

Makita moves from her wary statuing. Howbeit, she paused, but not after she was overshadowing my figure. In that lapse, the demoness regresses to where she was, her emoting bear trying to distract her from the Nun and whom she was defeated by.

Glancing to the panting bitch that lies on my lap, I espy a mark on her neck: just above the chest and under her collar bones.

> Try to have a sensible talk with Mary. "Alleviated yet? Or do you need a minute to yourself?"
> Approach Mary. "Didn't expect that one bit. How did we look like?"
> Approach Kitasawa. "Enjoyed the show, Red? However, I think your attention was off on something else."
> Check on Hanami.
> (another option)

(3/3 Grimm completed! Bestowed "Kaleidoscope" to Mary Blessfield!)
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>>3419992
Damn it! This should be to our sister.
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>>3419992
Did we just give a power to Mary? Also what does the mark look like?
> Approach Mary. "Didn't expect that one bit. How did we look like?"
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>>3420005
It's up to you Anons if you want a specified design of the mark.
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>>3419992
> Approach Kitasawa. "Enjoyed the show, Red? However, I think your attention was off on something else."
Time for a last pathetic attempt at rebellion.
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>>3420006
How big is the mark? First thoughts for the mark a wolf running, a wolf's bite, a kissmark, or the initials BB come to mind.
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>>3419992
Kinda miffed we didn’t give that power to Hanami, but what’s done is done.

>>3420006
First thing that came to mind was a bite mark when I read it.
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>>3419992
> Approach Kitasawa. "Enjoyed the show, Red? However, I think your attention was off on something else."
Now that we've shown what we can do, it's time to assert our dominance over Kitasawa.

It's unfortunate that we didn't give Hanami the power, but we had no way of knowing that we'd be bestowing a power on anyone else, and it's too late now. We'll need to make this up to Makita somehow since she clearly isn't happy, too. On the bright side, if we've given Mary a physical mark, then we probably have her in the bag.

>>3420006
>>3420025
>>3420036
I'm not entirely clear on the position of the mark. Is the mark on the neck itself or is it below the collarbone height-wise? The position will affect what I think would be a good mark.
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>>3420036
I'm not sure if it's a general power or a mary-only power, I mean kaleidoscopes use glass
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>>3420042
The power seems to be for Mary because
>kaleidoscope
However there is something not right.
We got power from ”breaking” red which makes sence since we are the big bad wolf, but I don’t think bloody Mary has anything to do with wolfs. (right?)
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>>3420064
It's more like powers we just learned to use
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So the Wolf, Coyote and Serpent.
What if the three are special as the the most well known (or one of the most well known) villains of their respective format?
The Big Bad Wolf for fairy tales
The Serpent for religion
And the Coyote for cartoons.
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>>3420126
They seem more to be tricksters and I feel like coyote is myths
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>>3420126
So in other words, we need to start working out with Hanami so that we can gain the speed of Road Runner and secure our victory.
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>>3419992
Nuts. I wanted to give the first mark to Hanami too

Darn. Well at least when we put on the mark on Hanami we want to top her off as much as possible huehue
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>>3420139
Native American Folklore if you're going that route, which isn't really well known.
The Coyote is native to America.
The Big Bad Wolf isn't a trickster in all of his appearances.
Sometimes they even get tricked.
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>>3420141
Meep meep.
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Do you think it's safe to show hanami to Mary now? When should we give hanami that mark/bestowment?
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What does the power even do?
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>>3420214
There's no guarantee that Hanami will get a mark too. Based on the post, it seems like a one-time thing granted by unlocking all of our Grimm powers.

>>3420234
How should we know?
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So, why did we mark the cake first? It really seemed like we wanted our sister or Goldy.
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>>3420359
Because anons are thirsty retards.
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>>3420359
Because we didn't know what it would do
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>>3420403
Okay, then why did we choose to go further with her than anybody else?
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>>3420414
It was easy and we wanted see what would happen and now we know. Also we needed to unlock all our abilities didn't really see the last part with the mark coming. We don't know much about the mark right now so we need to experiment.
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>>3420414
Because she pushed it further than anyone else.a
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>>3420234
>>3420267
It seems to stop time
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>>3420378
Checks out
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I knew the daily updates were unsual. OP must be resting.
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>>3419992
> Try to have a sensible talk with Mary. "Alleviated yet? Or do you need a minute to yourself?"
> Approach Mary. "Didn't expect that one bit. How did we look like?"
Strange how no one else has suggested anything
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>>3419992
> Ask Mary if she’s ok.
> Approach Kitasawa. "Enjoyed the show, Red? However, I think your attention was off on something else."
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>>3419992
>> Try to have a sensible talk with Mary. "Alleviated yet? Or do you need a minute to yourself?"
> Approach Kitasawa. "Enjoyed the show, Red? However, I think your attention was off on something else."
finally back home. let's see I think this will deal with everything. I don't really get the second Mary one.
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>>3420015
>>3420041
>>3420608
>>3420710
>Writing... ... ...

>>3420025
>>3420036
> A mark depicting a wolf's bite.
It's right on the sternum; close but below the collarbone and as big as an average man's palm, if that clarifies things.
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>>3420761

"Are you okay, Mary?" I said to the woman on my lap. "Alleviated yet, or do you need a minute to yourself?"

"P-Please do," dragging herself off of me. "I-I need a beer. Makita, c-could you get me one? N-Nnhaa~" Goldilocks goes to the minifridge to fulfill her partner's order. A handful of cans the blonde demoness gave, set by the nun who struggles to put herself upright. Mary quivers, a fist pressing against her crotch. There's no way to relieve herself, as that'll require full privacy and our vacation from the classroom. Such obstruction is the agent's tormentor, hips grinding. Only alcohol can provide a quick escape from her arousal.

Mary removed from my legs, I make my way towards Kitasawa. My behavior elates when opposing Little Red Riding Hood, secretly laughing at the reduced servant. "Enjoyed the show, Red? However, I think your attention was off on something else?" Of course, it's the red cloak, fake in its power. But as I identify what lives in the assassin's iris, a driving hope shows itself to me.

She has put herself together from the acts of the nun and her photo shoot accomplice. Her legs are shaky when standing to face me, just as shaky as Mary's but without the steady urge to moan. "A bet," she said. "A bet... Mutt."

> "What kind of bet?"
> Just give her the red cloak.
> Refuse her. "Maybe on some other day~"
> (another option)
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>>3420887
> "What kind of bet?"
Oh my, somebodý is confident.
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>>3420887
>> "What kind of bet?"
can't really judge anything until we know what it is
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>>3420887
>> "What kind of bet?"
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>>3420887
> "I might be willing to hear out my dear servant - if she addresses me properly..."
Back to calling us mutt, I see. That's going to cost her. We'll hear out the bet, but I don't intend to let her get ahead of herself.
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>>3420887
>"I thought I made myself clear, it's master"
>"What kind of bet?"
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>>3420897
>>3420916
>>3420920
>>3420978
>>3420974
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3420985

"What kind of bet? I might be willing to hear out my dear servant -- if she addresses me properly..." Somebody's confident. It's going to cost her more if she's back to calling me a mutt. I'll listen to this proposal; Kitasawa is putting more on the line, and I don't intend to let her get ahead of herself. The pain of a loss is proportionate to the loser's stakes.

"Not until I still have a chance!" She points a defiant finger at me, breaking through the persuasive frame that I have encased her with. "Y-You fucking mutt! Bastard Canine! I challenge you to a one-on-one duel! If I win, I'm leaving you and these bitches!--"

> "-- Deal."
> "-- And if you lose?~"
> "-- Never mind. I'm too tired to fight you, Red."
> (another option)
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>>3421002
> "-- And if you lose?~"
Come now, Red. You can't just expect us to go into this with nothing go gain.
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>>3421002
> "-- And if you lose?~"
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>>3421002
> "-- And if you lose?~"
also all she demanded is if she wins, she leaves. nothing about the hood, not even the fake one.
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>>3421002
> "-- And if you lose?~"
I almost feel bad for her.
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>>3421007
>>3421011
>>3421013
>>3421015
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3421049

"-- And if you lose?" This is quite sad for Little Red. If my assumptions are correct, then what she's doing is far beyond irony's land. That gaze sees the spilled cloak as a key to freedom; a rescue rope that'll return her Grimm and her life.

"If I lose..." Immediately, the idea of futility paints over her facade. She mindlessly blurted out the challenge, not even considering the ramifications that she'll drop herself in. It terrifies her; however, her feet are already three quarters deep into the mud of recklessness. Kitasawa is forced to move forward. Nevertheless, her vibrancy shines, cussing me out as if it's the end of the world.

"No-Good fucker! Lust Sponge! Slut Mate!" The collared girl berates me to the best of her abilities until her throat becomes dry. Mary's too busy with herself. On the other hand, Makita records our negotiations.

"Your quite the name caller and all, but you haven't answered me. What happens if you lose?" Kitasawa didn't respond because she doesn't want to. She merely recoils with bark.

"I-I don't care! Give me my cloak and challenge me! I've already said enough to you!"

> What will Kitasawa give if she loses?
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>>3421136
>not allowed to wear underwear anymore.
honestly ive got no clue, we dont really need anything from her so may aswell force her to be further humiliated.
also
>Agree, hand her the fake cloak.
>if she gets upset its not her Grimm Cloak, smile and say "its a gift from me to you, thus, it IS your cloak, now anyways~"
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>>3421136
we could always try that new thing we have basically ending up like mary over there
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>>3421136
>"You join the NRO and register yourself with them. And then you can come live with me as a recovering delinquent!"
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>>3421136
>Obedience. For real this time.
If she loses this, she's ours and there's no going back.

>>3421148
If we tell her that, she might not honor the duel. Instead, we can tell her that we ate her Grimm's power because we're the Big Bad Wolf and we can do that, just like the story. She probably doesn't know the extent of our power, so we can probably get away with lying to her face about that.
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>>3421152
you know I wish I had another name for this power instead of just "new thing" or "the kiss"
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>>3421166
Well, we have Huff n' Puff and Honied Tongue. Pretty sure the kiss has to do with eating people up in the stories, so maybe we call it Meal Time?
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>>3421171
that'll work but I seriously want to test it on red now just to see if the mark would appear
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>>3421148
>>3421160
>>3421158
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3421204

" 'I don't care,' you say? If that's so, then I have three things. Join the N.R.O. and register yourself with them. Mary can assist you in that if the stimulation she has sustained pacifies by the time we're done. You'll come live with me as a 'recovering delinquent,' which isn't too far off."

I decided to hold off from telling Kitasawa the whole story here. It'll make her smooth transition into my household rigid if she's to know about what's happening.

"That's only if you win. Don't get ahead of yourself, Mutt!" Look who's talking. Your pride grows too fast for your own good, Red. It never did anyone good. This is what people call hubris, and it'll be the cause of your downfall this round.

Gesturing, I went on. "Secondly, obedience. For real this time. Persuading you to avoid these ideas of rebellion isn't working, as its results sit before me. You shall regard yourself as a servant in both body and mind, leading me to my last demand. You are not allowed to wear underwear if you lose. As long as you're under my watchful eye, you're to go without panties and bra. Lingerie and whatnot are orders of further notice."

"Fucking sick..." Kitasawa said, disgusted.

"It's your fault for bringing up this bet." Stomping, I startle Red. "I take it that this said bet is to be carried out pronto. Get ready, okay, Red?~" tilted inwards to her.

Kitasawa heeds my advice with no respect. Recognized, nonetheless slightly irked by the delinquent's manners, I agree to give her cloak back. Oh~ How she was when her fingers stole the crimson cloth. Red almost looked happily, purposely covered by slanted brows to uphold a once strong image.

Chairs, desks, and tables cleared, I and my competitor are within an open circle inside the club room. Makita took the opportunity to change into her uniform, pretending to be a sweet, innocent girl again. Mary is moved farther into the room. Near her mini-fridge, so she can drink her afflicted lust away.

Baby Bear stands in the middle of the clearing, holding a makeshift flag. He waves it once, twice, and then three times, beginning the match with a wild dance.

> Let Kitasawa have the first move and realize the absence of her power.
> Dash towards Kitasawa. She's at an advantage.
> (another option)
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>>3421288
well, now we find out if she can get even a minor bit of her ability from just any old Hood.

> Dash towards Kitasawa. She's at an advantage.
we're confident not stupid. hood or no hood she isnt gonna just fold.
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>>3421288
> Dash towards Kitasawa. She's at an advantage.
Make her go full panic mode
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>>3421288
> Dash towards Kitasawa. She's at an advantage.
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>>3421288
> Dash towards Kitasawa. She's at an advantage.
We should try to catch her immediately while she's shocked that no weapon can be drawn rather than give her the chance to decide to use melee.
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>>3421288
> Dash towards Kitasawa. She's at an advantage.
Then meal time
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>>3421302
>>3421339
>>3421343
>>3421361
>>3421363
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3421411
Mark the Red Riding hood
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>>3421411

I dash towards Kitasawa. Swiftly, she gets into a stance, looking goofy with lingerie under her cloak. Even if I'm confident in winning, I must obey a sliver of my cowardice by the chance that she's capable without her Grimm.

As I close in, my opponent whips out a hand, expecting the process of materialization to deliver an armament to her palm. For a second, she was holding air, waiting for her Grimm to do what she needed it to do; nevertheless, not a gun nor stick could be summoned. "W-What?!" she yelled out, not understanding the trickery. Hastily, she makes a run for the side to avoid my charge, nearly getting caught by me when I make it to her position. There marked a chase and nothing but a chase between a wolf and his prey.

Soon, the dog-collared girl begins to jade. She can't preserve her body's movement much longer; energy drained as I keep pressuring her to run inside our mad circle.

With one final leap, I collide with Kitasawa. Panicking, she starts to throw punches everywhere she can hit. It's an unlucky predicament. Sadly, I am not bruised by her blows. That, until I'm poked in the eyes.

Blinded, I curtain my brows to mend her childish tactic. When sight is repaired, I watch as Little Red Riding Hood rushes for the doors. She held her cloak tight for dear life. Though, misfortune hasn't had enough of this girl, disregarding her desperation.

Kitasawa trips, sliding into the passageway's panels. Makita tries to come with me to check on her, but I suggested that she should keep Baby Bear company while I dealt with the stray servant.

Hugging the classroom's door, she attempts to fend me off. "N-No! No! This...! What did you do!" she said so meekly, yet so shrill.

> "Seems that you lost your Grimm? Is that even possible~?"
> "You're quick to pull the trigger without a second thought. That cloak is a fake, Red."
> "You lose~"
> Kiss her. She's as delicious as Mary.
> (another option)
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>>3421502
> Kiss her. She's as delicious as Mary
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>>3421502
> "You're quick to pull the trigger without a second thought. That cloak is a fake, Red."
Ok, I think the bullying has gone on long enough.
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>>3421502
> "You lose~"
> Kiss her. She's as delicious as Mary.
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>>3421502
> "You're quick to pull the trigger without a second thought. That cloak is a fake, Red."
> Kiss her. She's as delicious as Mary.
Just a quick peck, though.
>>
You guys realise this commotion probably woke our sister up right?
Murphy's law dictates she WILL see us kissing Red Riding Hood here.
Do you really want to upset her that much?
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>>3421521
This, so much this
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>>3421502
> "You lose~"
> Kiss her. She's as delicious as Mary.
Don't need to say that the cloak is fake. We need to make her reach the bottom of despair.
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>>3421521
Why do you think I added in, "Just a quick peck, though"?
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>>3421521
We can just make an excuse of "She started it first." Pointing the angry red eyeball that Kitasaw poked from.
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>>3421528
It's still a vote to kiss.
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>>3421502
> "You lose~"
> Kiss her. She's as delicious as Mary.
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>>3421530
That doesn't even make sense.
If she sees us she will see us kissing a girl wearing nothing but lingerie and a hood.
Come on.
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>>3421535
That she is a pervert....easy. Then we can rape her along with our sister.

Win-win
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>>3421521
ecchi is ecchi as long as we know how to deal with it
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>>3421538
What?
I...
What?
Anon, pls.
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>>3421502
> "You lose~"
We've had enough kisses for today, ya thirsty wankers.
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>>3421540
This, coming literally the day after we said we don't "like" them during our time with Hanami.
Oh my god.
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>>3421547
its part of one of our shoots. she can't really disprove that can she?
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>>3421543
Fair enough.
Changing >>3421534
to just
> "You lose~"
We'll have plenty of chances to kiss her once she's living with us.
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>>3421557
It's in the passageway, anon.
To any bystanders watching she just rushed out of the room, tripped and is attempting to fend us off.
So uh.
Make of that what you will.
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>>3421509
Changing this to
> "You lose~"
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>>3421530
>>3421538
this Anon makes no sense but honestly our sister already knows what kinda stuff we get up to in the club, and 'what kinda friends we have here'. she wont be happy but not surprised.
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>>3421518
Changing to just
> "You're quick to pull the trigger without a second thought. That cloak is a fake, Red."
Because what the fuck, >>3421538.
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>>3421530
>Sis comes in
>Some drunk woman chugging beer in the corner
>half-nekkid girl crying while MC is forcing himself on her
>Only cloth is the Red hood that we showed our sis earlier and told her we wanted to prank someone
>Seems like she was running from us
>MC has a black eye
>Says that it's girlpp's fault

Oh wow, are you trying to do this on purpose
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>>3421510
>>3421527
>>3421534
>>3421543
>>3421569
>Just "You lose~"

>Writing... ... ...

>>3421538
That's pretty weird man.
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>>3421590
yeah that guy went to far
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>>3421590
>>3421598
dont kinkshame him

thats probably one of his kinks and he will like it.
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>>3421527
>>3421530
>>3421538
>make her reach the bottom of despair
>an excuse of "She started it first." Pointing the angry red eyeball
>Then we can rape her along with our sister.
>Win-win
Not only is this disgusting, it's also painfully ESL.
Get some help, be it from an English grammar book or a psychiatrist, I don't care which.
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>>3421590

"You lose~" I announced. My victory is diabolical and I have no right to win this. But God -- or the Gods -- will smite me if they truly hated my guts. And I'm not sensing any lightning up above! Oh no. Just Mary's drunken stare and Makita's perverse gaze, by which Goldy's possibly wishing that I'm doing this to her; or that she's the one terrorizing Kitasawa.

On the other side of the door that my prey pleads by, I hear the voice of a sleeping beauty. "Rou?" Hanami called, "Is everything alright up there? I know I'm not supposed to intrude on your, er, interests, but it really concerns me. Should I come up there?"

I return her inquiry, distracted from Kitasawa that crawls below me. "Don't worry about it, Sis! Why don't you play with the bears?"

"Are you?... Okay, Rou," coming to a conclusion by herself. "Just... Just come to me if they're too much for you, 'kay?"

"Yeah. 'Kay, Sis." The atmosphere wasn't interfered by Mary's, Makita's, mine, nor Kitasawa's reverberances. I wouldn't blame 'em; Makita was the only one that knew of Hanami's presence, but vaguely; "A sheep in a bear's den," was the excuse that misled her.

> Go check on Hanami just in case. Makita should keep Kitasawa's state under wraps.
> Talk with Kitasawa and placate her desperation. "That was a close call, huh?"
> Sit by the mellowed out Mary and test out some beer. "Cooled down? You were in awful heat just then."
> Rest by Makita. "That's the sheep that I spoke of. I would've shown my sister, but it isn't appropriate right now."
> (another option)
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>>3421645
> Rest by Makita. "That's the sheep that I spoke of. I would've shown my sister, but it isn't appropriate right now."
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>>3421645
> Talk with Kitasawa and placate her desperation. "That was a close call, huh?"
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>>3421645
>> Sit by the mellowed out Mary and test out some beer. "Cooled down? You were in awful heat just then."
should probably find about that ability
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>>3421645
> Rest by Makita. "That's the sheep that I spoke of. I would've shown my sister, but it isn't appropriate right now."
By the way, what's our excuse for eye bruises?
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>>3421672
set accident with a prop
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>>3421672
japan a few years ago was having an issue with schools plagued with pink eye due to a new eyeball licking fetish trend going through some schools.
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>>3421672
Attacked by an enemy Grimm user, but defeated them.

It's not a lie.
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>>3421676
But our parents don't know about our hobby. The excuse should be more legit.
What could pass as a safety hazard in the occult club room?
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>>3421645
> Rest by Makita. "That's the sheep that I spoke of. I would've shown my sister, but it isn't appropriate right now."
Makita is probably feeling pretty burned now that we made out with Mary, tackled Red, and brought yet another girl to club without really telling her. Let's give her some attention.
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>>3421689
bookcase?
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>>3421645
>> Rest by Makita. "That's the sheep that I spoke of. I would've shown my sister, but it isn't appropriate right now."
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>>3421666
Demonic trips
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>>3421651
>>3421672
>>3421693
>>3421704
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3421689
Maybe we could try occult club chunni eyepatch instead?
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>>3421708

Dodging that slow-flying bullet, I make sure that Kitasawa far from the classroom's doors. It was a bit of a threat more so, speaking of humiliating her even more if she doesn't keep away from the entrances. I assure that they're a playful quote and that I didn't mean it; it's to get her to listen to me, her master.

I go over to Makita and her window-side stool. My eyes are irritated after what strikes them. I'd be in disbelief if they weren't red as fuck when I look into a mirror. There's Mom, Dad, and Hanami too; explaining the damage is going to be a chore if they notice it.

"Mister Wolf, who was that in the hall? I'm sure that it wasn't Miss Akimura," Goldilocks said. Although her tone's different, she displays an unhinged visage. Is she that jealous after everything? A word or two would've been fine if she wanted the same treatment as her friend Mary over there.

"That's the sheep that I spoke of. I would've shown my sister, but it isn't appropriate right now."

"You brought your sister here?! She could've seen us! She could've seen me and Kitasawa in those demon outfits! She could've seen you and Mary making out! She could've seen you just a second ago!" The repetition drew the point all too well. I got it in under the first sentence -- Geez, Goldy.

"Hahaha," I laughed, covering my blunders and the reality of our club's passing time. She questioned why I was exuding such mockeries. "Seeing how close I was without even knowing relieves me. Hanami could've gone up here whenever she wanted to. So why shouldn't I laugh? C'mon, Goldy, laugh with me!"

"H-Hey, Mister Wolf!" flinging her into my own shenanigans. There were a surprising amount of board games in the clubroom.


"You were jealous, Goldy."

"I... I was not! It's a reaction that any normal person has when watching a man grope and kiss a nun. Don't get me started on what you did to Kitasawa. Look at her eyes, their blank."

"Sorry about that, if that really works you up. But that doesn't excuse the want that you exude. Why did you approach me when I had Mary's ass in my hands? Hmm~?"

"I'd rather not... tell. My queen!"

"Hehe~ Checkmate, Goldy. You really bad at chess."


>Cont.
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>>3421753

The sky is starting to darken, its shades of blue turning purple. "Rou, what were you doing up there?" asked Hanami out of curiosity. "I swear that I heard moaning. Not like painful ones, the--"

"You can stop there, Sis. Doesn't take much to understand your conceptions. Since when did you wake up?" The two of us walks down an ice cream shop. We used to go there together, but the activity deceased when Hanami entered middle school. She'd order something fancy when inside there while I stuck with vanilla. Something like "Fudge Sundae Sunday Crisp" and other cups that are too elaborate for a small shop.

"Well, the bears that I was sleeping with started getting rowdy when certain girl moaned herself. Like they were complaining."

"Huh. I guessed so. They really need to not butt into other peoples' business. At least the littler of three's tolerable."


As I listened to Hanami's story's from our past, I pick up something in the air. An arrow whizzes overhead, chipping the sidewalk. My sister lifts her hood -- just enough to grab a full view -- to examine the projectile. It had a note on it.

> Pick the note from the arrow.
> Ignore the arrow and hurry to home.
> (another option)
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>>3421756
>Take both the arrow and the note, because, hey, free arrow.

Seriously, though, best not to have someone not in the know thinking about where that arrow came from.
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>>3421766
Support.
This better not be from the Woodsman.
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>>3421766
Supporting
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>>3421773
If it was from him, it'd probably be a hatchet in that case.
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>>3421773
What about Robin Hood?

>>3421766
Supporting
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>>3421766
>>3421773
>>3421776
>>3421812
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3421864

A free arrow. That's cool. I should be apprehensive in a moment like this since there has to be someone who shot at us. But there wasn't a follow up to this tied message's landing. A singular worry that I cared for within my mind was that of the shooter's identity. Clearly, no one goes out with a bow this late in the afternoon and starts nocking arrows. If that's the case, then this city has a bigger problem than Grimm-users. We got madmen.

The wisest scholars are mice in the scale of knowledge. Madmen contain as much or exceed the knowledge of a scholar. They can predict prophecies better than any seer. They can solve problems better than any scientist. And it's all because of their insanity. One can say that another's mad just by searching for common signs of insanity. But there's always that small, insignificant chance that he or she is right.

That's not to say Grimm-users aren't any less dangerous. A terrorist group can roll around that corner and enact a revolution; like how those movie tropes go when a powerful yet minuscule gathering plots to "make the world equal" or "evolve humanity to its next level." Now authors are the true seers. They invented scenarios that might just about be in our tangible fabric.

Picking up the arrow and its note troubled Hanami. Nonetheless, she doesn't bring up her concerns; only till we reach our house's front porch. "Can you read it? Is somebody after you?" Funny, because I think that people would abduct you first, Sis.

"Just wait a minute. We can read it in my room." Greeting Mom and Dad, the latter of the two mention the redness of my eyes. I told them that it was from an accident at my club; a prop used for our activities when they asked for a particular elucidation. Upon holing up in my room, I then read the note. "Twelve o'clock, Sunday," it said, appointing an encounter at the local park two days from now.

"Have any ideas of what that means?" Hanami questioned. "I won't let you go there if it's dangerous!" She has her hood off, or her hoodie for that matter -- it's thrown onto my bed. My sister's select apparel under her hoodie is extremely shallow yet eye-catching: a tank top and shorts that indent the fat on her butt and thighs.

> "Why would a person bother giving me a message? If he wanted to harm me, he would've by now."
> "I'm not set on going wherever this note wants me to go, Sis. Just thinking if it'll be worth my time."
> "Eh. Don't worry about that." *throw the note away*
> "When's the last time that you've worn a bra? Or is that shirt of yours one?"
> (another option)
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>>3421921
> "I'm not set on going wherever this note wants me to go, Sis. Just thinking if it'll be worth my time."
> “What’s more worthwhile is looking up which Fairy Tales or fantasy involve bows, arrows, archers and/or hunters...”
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>>3421921
> "Why would a person bother giving me a message? If he wanted to harm me, he would've by now."
> "I'm not set on going wherever this note wants me to go, Sis. Just thinking if it'll be worth my time."
> "Well, enough about that. Anything you'd like to do this evening?"
>>
Thought: what would happen if we put on reds cloak (the real one). In her case the item seems to hold the power of her grimm so there is a small chance that we might be able to use it for ourselves, however it’s most likely that it is tied to her in some way. But let’s try when we get the chance.

>>3421921
>>3422028
This
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>>3422028
Support
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>>3421940
If your searching for that might as well be finding a needle in a haystack. Might be robin hood, William tell, and less likely der freischutz.
> "Why would a person bother giving me a message? If he wanted to harm me, he would've by now."
>"geez sis, don't you have any clean good fitting clothes."
Well can suggest going to the shopping mall
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>>3422287
>shopping mall
>with the girl that can create anything she wants.
Can't you read between the lines?
>>3421921
> "When's the last time that you've worn a bra? Or is that shirt of yours one?"
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>>3422289
It's always fun to go to the mall besides it's not like she can't get inspiration. Also when should we have a beach episode.
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>>3422293
Swimsuits could be the next shoot we could even to go to the beach for that real feeling.
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>>3422028
>>3422051
>>3422248
>>3422287

"Why would a person bother giving me a message? If he wanted to harm me, he would've by now. Besides, I'm not set on going wherever this note wants me to go, Sis. Just thinking if it'll be worth my time."

"But what if you will? I wouldn't want you fighting a stranger in the night, only to be caught and never be seen again. The fact that someone shot an arrow to give this message to us should be alarming enough. You're strong, I know that; nevertheless, I scare if you're going to be hurt."

That's quite nice of her to express her toils over my safety. Hanami's sisterly instincts aren't as calm as a remote pond. And that's an occasion that I appreciate: an overflowing pond of passion, despite its soft-spoken conveyance. However, she wouldn't be able to fight. Hanami might be able to pull out something from her boob-gate, but I doubt that its category of provided items would give a blade.

"Well, enough about that. Anything you'd like to do this evening?"

"I don't really know. I'm fine with relaxing with you silently, and that was what I had in mind when you permitted this agreement to grow. Didn't consider do anything else." That's one fatal mistake that should've been left when she was a teenager. I'm a victim to it at times, merely secular and not planning for the future. It throws a wrench in a number of my strategies. "... Do you want to continue playing with me?"

"With what?"

"The eroge from last night. We haven't seen all of its scenes yet." Hanami has probably written down everything that she has done from the game by now. "I somewhat liked it, reading it with you in spite of its awkwardness..."

"Why not. Do you have the copy, Sis?" I said, the shut-in answering me with a yes; Sis goes to her room and back, retrieving the VN. How she walked shifts her tits; they bounced in a way that it isn't too energetic, nor too inanimate. A sweet spot in the manner that they jiggle. That goes for her lower half too. Her panties are peeking out due to its diminutiveness in comparison to the rear that it wraps around. "Geez. Don't you have any clean, good-fitting clothes?"

"O-Oh," looking down to her attire. "I apologize, Rou. I was in a rush to go towards the school. Didn't think about what I was wearing when I changed clothes..."

> "It's not that I don't like it. And frankly, I do. Was just wondering why."
> "Don't fret, Sis. Why don't you change? I can be a little more patient."
> (another option)
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>>3422334
> "It's not that I don't like it. And frankly, I do. Was just wondering why."
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>>3422334
> "It's not that I don't like it. And frankly, I do. Was just wondering why."
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>>3422334
> "It's not that I don't like it. And frankly, I do. Was just wondering why."
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>>3422334
> "It's not that I don't like it. And frankly, I do. Was just wondering why."
Just fuck already!
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>>3422334

> "It's not that I don't like it. And frankly, I do. Was just wondering why."

Mark her already
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>>3422334
> "It's not that I don't like it. And frankly, I do. Was just wondering why."
>*Intense gaze*
>>
Wew
Unanimous support.
Good to know we've got our priorities straight.
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>>3422416
I mean technically im after the Goldy ending, but that doesn't mean we cant appreciate our sister along the way.
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>>3422416
Sis is best girl
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>>3422449
Nah, we're far past the point of monogamy after marking the cake.
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>>3422471
We can always elope with sis if the polygamous life doesn't work out, anyway.
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>>3422334
> "It's not that I don't like it. And frankly, I do. Was just wondering why."

>>3422449
>Goldy ending
Hanami is worried about us liking other girls, Goldy gets jealous when we pay attention to other girls, we've physically marked Mary by arousing her to a level she's probably never felt before, and we have plans to basically mindbreak Red. Not to mention our plans to acquire more models and expand our business. A single girl end is... unlikely, to put it mildly.
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>>3422416
>>3422449
>>3422461
>>3422471
>>3422477
>>3422527
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>>3422527
Us dying from breaking a heart is the most likely outcome.
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>>3422558
Time to flee to the ends of the Earth with our sister.
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>>3422576
Unless its her heart we somehow break.
>>
So when do we get secret powerup that lets us turn into a girl/become a very convincing crossdresser whenever we wear womans' clothing?
Heck, it happened in two of the most well known wolf ones, might as well embrace the 'Become a girl for a while and do perverted stuff' trope.
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>>3422711
No.
but also yes.
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>>3422711
Yes pleace :^)
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>>3422711
Lets not and not say we did either.
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>>3422552
I like this too.
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>>3422552
A damn shame that you guys ended up voting against that, huh. Should've thought about that before playing grab-ass with the boss.
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>>3423170
I voted against the grabbing I’ll have you know.
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>>3423254
Sisbros unite.
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>>3421921

> An arrow
> Telling us to go to a place at a certain time

Well... Let me just... Get the facts straight.
> Tomboy is mad that we probably sold her sister's nudes
> Stalked us, and wanted to take a photo of us doing the bad
Oh and also, and if I may quote:
> Couldn't she be a little calmer too? I thought that her time during the archery club would chisel a serene countenance. I've heard rumors of her skill, but this is just a disgrace.

I rest my case.

Only question is Grimm or other.
What do you guys propose we do?
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>>3423297
I wonder if sis could pull out some underarmor or something that we could have under our clothes?
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>>3422337
>>3422342
>>3422344
>>3422346
>>3422348
>>3422412
>>3422527

"It's not that I don't like it. And frankly, I do. Was just wondering why." An intense gaze from me rays forth, pervading pass her pair of jumbo-sized jugs to encapture her heart. The simplest of things can make people confused, or nervous. I ponder: why's that? And the answer: it's their consciousness. Humans are controlled by their conscious, an aspect that sets them apart from animals. If we think that a certain object or goal will benefit us, we'll put our consciousness towards it. Girls are a thorough practitioner; their mind's on their appearance most of the time and how others see them. Sis is just the same. The difference is the effector and our context, a straightforward formula for each anecdote.

We're reenacting last night, subsequent to my provocation of Hanami's lazy wardrobe. Apparently, she didn't finish the VN's "Big Sister Route," and this is to be the time that we run its course. From its first chapter to its last, I act as Hanami's advisor for romancing the heroine-- including the sex scenes, by which she relied on me throughout the sequence. If I remember, this is the girl that looks like her. My name coming up in the text box is more than awkward: what Sis described. It's embarrassing for me, but also electrifying. Blood cells spark, speeding through my heart.

As soon as we complete the path, Hanami pops out the disk from my laptop and reclips it into its box. "This is your first prolonged exposure to this type of genre, right, Rou?" She cranes her head down, looking at the box in her hands. "What's your opinion on this piece?"

> "I can see why this new release is popular. Setting aside its lewd qualities, the story is actually good."
> "It only has appeal. Its narrative is pretty alright, but it could've done much more."
> "Not much. Can I grab a snack?" *pull something out of Hanami's breasts*
> (another option)
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>>3423354
>> "I can see why this new release is popular. Setting aside its lewd qualities, the story is actually good."
>> *pull something out of Hanami's breasts*
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>>3423354
> "I can see why this new release is popular. Setting aside its lewd qualities, the story is actually good."
>"I know for many people the appeal in incest is the taboo in it all and the eventual breaking of that taboo."
>*pull something out of Hanami's breasts*
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>>3423354
> "I can see why this new release is popular. Setting aside its lewd qualities, the story is actually good.
>”Can I grab a snack?" *pull something out of Hanami's breasts*
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>>3423390
I like imagine that when we grab chips from her boobs some spill out while others stay in our hand becoming a sort of chip bowl
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>>3423297
I suggest we use the next two days to shatter Kitasawa's resistance once and for all. We could probably face down Yumi alone, but just in case she's not alone, it'll be good to have a living arsenal as backup. Alternatively, or if we can't break Kitasawa fast enough, we can call Makita and/or Mary and have them on standby in case things get ugly. Or we could just show up with everyone - the note didn't specify to come alone.

But is it 12 noon or midnight? That will definitely affect how we want to handle the arrangement.

>>3423393
+1
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>>3423390
+1
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>>3422296
we could also plan for maids and classic harem as well
.>>3423402
it appears to be at night because hanami says so
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>>3423373
>>3423384
>>3423390
>>3423393
>>3423402
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3423613

"I can see why this new release is popular. Setting aside its lewd qualities, the story is actually good. I know, for many people, that the appeal is incest -- the taboo in it all and the eventual breaking of the taboo."

"I reckon that your word is true." Hanami hides the box behind her back, twisting herself from side to side. For that instance, she doesn't make eye contact. "After all, I'm a part of that demographic. Could say I'm a bit obsessed over it... Rou, if it bothers you in any way, you can just say."

A brow drops; I'm disappointed by this insecurity. "How many times do I have to tell you, Sis? It's fine. This anxiety's all in your imagination. If you like incest, that's okay. If you like BDSM, that's okay. The bottom line is that I couldn't care about these things that you're into, so relax."

Hanami ceases her oscillation, gladdened by my approval -- or indifference -- to her kinks. " 'Preciate it, Rou."

Coughing, I notice that my mouth's dry. "Think nothing about it. Could I grab a snack?" Without confirmation, I get up from where I sat; my hand dips into the middle of her cleavage.

"N-Nn~h!" my sister peeped. Once I have retracted my grasp, it comes back with a can of soda. "A-Aah~" she sounded next when I pull out some chips. The large bag pops due to her bosom's crushing pressure, spilling the fried potato slices over her boobs.

I salvage what's rest in the chip bag. "Oh shit. Sorry."

" 'Tis fine. Can you get some napkins? Or a bowl? These are still good," Hanami calmly said despite her cherried texture.

> Go to the kitchen for some napkins and a bowl.
> Eat the chips off her chest.
> (another option)
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>>3423785
>> Eat the chips off her chest.
with our HANDS mind you.
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>>3423785
> Go to the kitchen for some napkins and a bowl.
We're not animals, go get the bowl
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>>3423816
>Wolf
>Sheep
>not animals
Ok
>>3423785
> Eat the chips off her chest.
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>>3423785
>> Eat the chips off her chest.
thirst forever
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>>3423801
Supporting.
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>>3423785
Normally I would have gone for the first option but... :^)
> Eat the chips off her chest
With our hand mind you, at least to start with.
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>>3423822
Admitedly, I was fishing for that.
But imo a bowl would be better - no crumbs in the room and greasy stains on clothes, it wouldn't look weird to our parents in case they stumble in, and we can awkwardly touch each other hands with our sister when we reach for chips at the same time.
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>>3423801
>>3423822
>>3423826
>>3423832
>>3423853
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3423873

"Freeze for a second," I said. Hanami abides, straightening up her back to balance the snack on her breasts-- it just made them bigger, as its surface is large to the extent that the mess won't displace or tip over. She watches my forefinger and thumb pluck the chips, attentive on their service while they slowly but surely clean her bounty.

The most arduous task was picking out the chips that are stuck between her cleavage. By digging into the crevice, Hanami would replicate her murmurs from just a minute ago. It makes more of a mess, as the friction litters crumbs all over her chest.

At the end of the duration, what remained was the crumbs and salt. I could see every speck over her knockers. "Rou..." my sister said, hiding her sheepish expression with a hand. "Are you...?"

> Get some paper towels from the kitchen. You'll dust the crumbs off.
> Lick the crumbs off of her.
> Why not just take a shower together? The snacks can wait.
> (another option)
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>>3423911
Do we have to settle for just one?
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>>3423911
whew, those are some spicy options.
>Start licking her
>"Ah, what a messy sister you are~"
>"I dont think my tongue can cover all of you, we might have to move this to the shower~"
>Bring your snack of a sister to the shower with you.
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>>3423934
S-support?
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>>3423926
Be as greedy as you want. Or not.
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>>3423911
>> Lick the crumbs off of her.
>>
I’m going to sleep now.
Do. Not. Fuck. This. Up.
Good night and good luck!
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>>3423965
what counts as fucking this up? actual fucking, or is that the goal now?
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>>3423958
In that case...

> Lick the crumbs off of her.
> "Hmm... the crumbs are mostly gone, but now there's saliva, too... I should have considered that. Shall we head to the shower?
> Take a shower together.

>>3423965
Rest easy, soldier. We got this.
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>>3423934
Go full throttle >>3423934
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>>3423934
Full throttle suppirt
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>>3423934
>>3423954
>>3423964
>>3423989
>>3424045
>>3424093

I sneak my fingers underneath Hanami's bust, holding them individually as I measure their weight. These mammaries can knock out a person with enough force; they definitely have the dormant energy to. It's like lifting dumbbells, overlapping the borders of my mittens that indent their spherical shape. They captivated me, compelling my motor functions to lift and lower them to assess their wholesome, motherly package.

While I'm enamored with her boobs, their possessor regards me in timidity. Her little brother's playing with a personal asset of her body -- the more I caress, the more prevalent are Hanami's sough. "Rou... Y-You..." she chanted, daring not to move or disrupt my adventure.

"Ah. What a messy sister you are~" I sibilated, my chin resting on her melons. Sticking my tongue out, I start to lick the voluptuous aries. The taste of salt coats my sensories, and so does the taste of this lamb. Her canyon is where I find the highest joy; not in exploring it, but in her cajoled bleating.

The scent of the seasoning mostly gone, I quit my villainous sanctification. "Hmm... Doesn't seem to be any crumbs left. But now there's saliva too. Kukuku~ I should've considered that. Shall we head to the shower?"

Hanami recomposes herself. "T-Together?" to which I nod eloquently.

Evading past our mother and father, who are spending their time with one another at the living room's sofa, my sister and I prep for a bath. Upon unclothing ourselves and replacing the articles with a single towel, I get the tub ready while Hanami stands in the bathroom's corner. Cowed in a way that the thought of further award ensues.

The water just right, steaming elevating from the reservoir, we both get inside after scrubbing ourselves.

> Resume your wolfish veneration. More so, your appetizer.
> Just huddle by Hanami.
> (another option)
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>>3424131
>> Resume your wolfish veneration. More so, your appetizer.
>Work your way up to turning this into a meal.
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>>3424131
>Turn a water source on to cover the sounds Hanami will make.
> Resume your wolfish veneration. More so, your appetizer.
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>>3424131
> Resume your wolfish veneration. More so, your appetizer.
Has anyone told you could be a good smut writer
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>>3424143
>>3424149
>>3424151
>Roll 1d100. Best of three, for those who need a reminder.
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Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>3424261
Rolling for sister lewds
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Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>3424261
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Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>3424261
DO IT FOR HER!!
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>>3424273
>>3424326
>>3424379
>90

Succinctly, I turn on a shower head to drown out the noises to be: the volume of my appetizer, and later, my full-course meal. The bathtub overflows when I re-enter, my lithe magnitude added again to join Hanami's. To supplement the loss of the soothing bath, I refill what has escaped through the bathroom's drain. She is the term that transfers most of the tub's load, although buoyant on areas, as her presented dish floats whenever they're not manually restricted.

But I'm here to undo that bind that Hanami's reluctant to let free; "Let's restart where we left off, yes?" nails already contacting my sister's gifts, so that they could be owned by me once more.

"Should we...?" Hanami questioned, her blush meshed in with her flushed appearance. "Th-This isn't like that visual novel, Rou..."

"I agree," my tone uncontrollably condescending; I fix my accent so that Sis may forgive me. Not that she will when under attack from the hymns of my sharpened teeth. "One can only read the simulated emotions from a dialogue box. However, what we're doing right now is an experience that's realer than reality. Inside this steam-filled hall, we rule our sensations, making use of the tent of privacy. What transpired for a little while in my room, between us, is a fraction of what I can give presently~ Salt isn't needed; I can eat my meal just fine, boiled to perfection~"

Peeling off her towel, I re-engage Hanami's tits. In turn, she renews her sweet, pleasured bleating. Every whimper, every sigh, and every yelp of quiet lust from her is an orchestra that I conduct.

> Just enjoy her boobs.
> Transition to the rest of her curves.
> Dive in for a kiss. (on the cheek)
> Dive in for a kiss. (on the mouth)
> *Unhold Hanami* "Though, you're like wine. I must wait a bit more before I can fully enjoy you~ This was but a taste test."
> (another option)
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>>3424456
> Transition to the rest of her curves.
Are we going to roll every time we try to get lewder? Not that I mind.
I would recommend making a pastebin for the ero part
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>>3424456
> Transition to the rest of her curves.
Full-course meals are meant to be savored.
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>>3424480
>>3424485
Let's do this....supporting.
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>>3424496
I agree also.

>>3422711
> Artist becomes the canvas
Kinda wanna see this, despite the odds of that happening. Imagine wolfgirl lewds, how much they would sell for.

Think this incest will help unlock this scenario?
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>>3424544
We should be a web novel writer and write a web novel through our adventure minus the powers. I mean we already have the perfect recipe.
>MC with loads of charisma (or we can make him average looking who doesn't try but handsome if groomed properly)
>Neet Onee-san who secretly likes little bro
>A submissive tsundere
>A horny foreigner chick
>A closet pervert who act like an innocent maiden
>A tomboy who is a comic relief

It's perfect!
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>>3424456
> Transition to the rest of her curves.
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>>3424456
> Just enjoy her boobs.
They are her most bountiful assets
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>>3424456
> Transition to the rest of her curves
> Make her toes curl in euphoric bliss
We are a classy wolf and classy wolves enjoy /all/ aspects of the meal
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>>3424456
Wonder what it means by curves
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>>3424705
Her horns
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>>3424480
>>3424485
>>3424496
>>3424650
>>3424687

https://pastebin.com/kmhMihx4

> Dive in for a kiss. It's time for a dessert. (on the mouth)
> Continue to grope her assets.
> Abruptly stop. The flow of pleasure will be unsatisfied, as a tease.
> (another option)
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>>3424767
> Dive in for a kiss. It's time for a dessert. (on the mouth)

Yes. YES.
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>>3424767
Also adding
>I love you too. Forever and Always
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>>3424778
>This
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>>3424767
> Dive in for a kiss. It's time for a dessert. (on the mouth)
Is it me or has tairou been more poetic lately
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>>3424775
>>3424778
This
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>>3424767
> Dive in for a kiss. It's time for a dessert. (on the mouth)
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>>3424767
> Dive in for a kiss. It's time for a dessert. (on the mouth)
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>>3424815
I'm also specifically against saying this >>3424778
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>>3424767
> Dive in for a kiss. It's time for a dessert. (on the mouth)
> Continue to grope her assets.
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>>3424818
Yeah, let's not do that.
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>>3424818
>>3424834
But why tho.
But no really, why not? I look at sis as First among Waifus
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>>3424837
Not everyone has the same waifu besides it's cheesy
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>>3424852
But Dante's cheesy and no one complains about /him/ :V
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>>3424837
Even if you consider her "first among waifus," unless you consider her "only waifu" it's a bad idea since vocalizing a declaration of love right here, right now will effectively murder any chance we have to keep lewding or even really spending time with other girls without severely damaging our relationship with Hanami. She'd probably try to get us to quit the occult club, and we can't do that for a variety of reasosns.

>>3424855
>someone else does it so it's a good idea
Not how that works, pal.
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>>3424855
Dante is supposed to be cheesy why don't we say something like "with this we have washed off the titles of brother and sister and take on the names of lamb and wolf."
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>>3424864
Sure, I'd vote for that
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>>3424862
But positive reaffirmation would really help us repeatedly lewd Hanami more in the future tho
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>>3424878
Do you really think Hanami is ever going to resist when we're feeling frisky?
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>>3424879
...Good point.
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What's scares me now is when she found out our other activities, she would start being yandere. It would make *a wolf in sheep's clothing* phrase became true. Literally.
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>>3424900
>INB4 Our sister swaps Grimm with us
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>>3424775
>>3424788
>>3424795
>>3424796
>>3424803
>>3424815
>>3424821

https://pastebin.com/UASZcBwA

Bestowed "Amalthean Fertility"

> Remove yourselves to your bedroom. That is if Hanami can be quiet.
> Remove yourselves to your sister's bedroom. That is if Hanami can be quiet.
> Stay inside the bathroom.
> (another option)
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>>3425642
> Stay inside the bathroom.
more ways to cover noises, more ways to hide what was done.
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Oh... does Hanamis Grimm originate from greek mythology I wonder?!

>>3425642
>Stay
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>>3425642
> Remove yourselves to your sister's bedroom. That is if Hanami can be quiet.
To the NEETden!
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>>3425661
Both The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing and The Wolf and the Lamb are Aesop fables.
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>>3425642
> Remove yourselves to your sister's bedroom. That is if Hanami can be quiet.

>>3425650
True as that is, if we stay in the bathroom too long, Mom and Dad might get suspicious. However, they wouldn't be surprised at all if we were to spend an extended period in Hanami's room. We can also pull anything we need to keep things clean and contained out of the Gate of Boobylon.
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>>3425642
>> Remove yourselves to your sister's bedroom. That is if Hanami can be quiet.
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>>3425667
>>3425713
>>3425716
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3425760

After convincing Hanami to bide her arousal, she and I get out of the bath to dry ourselves. She stuck to me like glue, breathing heavily into my neck while hugging my side; a refusal to leave my legs has developed and continued to persist until we reach her bedroom. Normally, the absence of light is unfitting for a number of activities. But under this coat of darkness, we both found that it was perfect for the situation we're in.

"Sis, I'm going to my room for some clothes, okay?" I said, my hands already on the domain's doorknob.

"N-No! Please don't go!" Hanami latches onto me, naked. Promising her was a challenge in itself as well. Though, I was able to give myself a fresh set of pajamas from my quarters in the end. Coming back, I see that Sis hasn't changed into nightwear, choosing to cover herself with her bed's thick blanket instead. She waited for me, lost to the void that is this reclusive kingdom. "Rouu~!" the nude queen howled, quick to shut and lock the door in order to trap me.

Hanami couldn't wait to coil herself. It looks like her wanting fire within her heart has strengthened, constantly seeking satisfaction. In this black environment, furthermore deepened by the night, a common person can not see; however, I, with magic eyesight can scout through the dusk, and my sister knows the coordination of her bedroom's layout like the back of her hand.

My sight is focused on my mark. Trailing downwards, I then notice a visible shift in Hanami's figure. I wasn't sure initially, but my reckoning is verified when I watch her boobs grow right in front of me. What I've bestowed might've been the cause. When a minute elapsed, I, standing in place to spectate the bosom's growth raptly, five centimeters had been added to her bust and rear. So did her horns, curling outwards, and her hair which now touches her heels. The specimen of this metamorphosis didn't care much, or maybe is unaware, for she was wholly focused on grinding against me. "R-oou~ I-I feel hot. Nnhaa~"

> Implore Hanami to dress. With her gate, she can supply herself with fitting clothes. (Anything, in particular, you want her to wear?)
> Carry Hanami to her bed -- and yourself -- to relieve her lustful state.
> Carry Hanami to her bed -- and yourself -- to "tie the knot."
> Tease her. Refuse to put out her passionate heat that afflicts her crotch.
> (another option)
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>>3425841
> Carry Hanami to her bed -- and yourself -- to "tie the knot."
Not much of a difference between the carry options, as far as I'm concerned.
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>>3425841
> Carry Hanami to her bed -- and yourself -- to relieve her lustful state.

>>3425851
In case you aren't aware, "tie the knot" means to get married. There's a pretty clear difference in romantic commitment here, similar to before where we discussed whether or not to say "I love you" to her.
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>>3425841
> Carry Hanami to her bed -- and yourself -- to "tie the knot."
Jesus Christ.
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>>3425851
>>3425859
If it clears things up: do you want to fuck her? Or just tend to her state and finger her until she's relieved.
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>>3425841
> Implore Hanami to dress. With her gate, she can supply herself with fitting clothes. (Anything, in particular, you want her to wear?)
Sheep based lingerie. Something fuzzy and with openings to the important parts.
> Carry Hanami to her bed -- and yourself -- to "tie the knot."
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>>3425863
Okay, that helps a lot.
> Carry Hanami to her bed -- and yourself -- to "tie the knot."
But be sure to
> Get some protection out of Hanami's gate.
Given Hanami's newfound fertility power, I'd rather not take any chances when it could cause many, many problems within our family and with the other girls.
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>>3425888
Super Hitler is right, we need to make sure she doesn't get pregnant (but fuck condoms).
When are we gonna get back to the main plot?
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>>3425897
I thought this was the main plot.
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>>3425841
> Carry Hanami to her bed -- and yourself -- to "tie the knot."
Is this option "doing the deed for the sole purpose for procreation?"
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>>3425888
+1
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>>3425841
Let's tie the knot in our sister~
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>>3425851
>>3425861
>>3425872
>>3425888
>>3425920
>>3425933
>>3425972
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3426189

https://pastebin.com/mMz53wpc

May 21st, Saturday, 2XXX

Retrieving my shorts that have been left about on the bedroom floor, I yawn when eyes come in contact with early morning light. Never knew that my sister's a nymphomaniac, and I never knew that I had this much stamina; granted, I suppose my Grimm aids me in sexual prowess.

Hanami's unconscious on the bed, sweaty and covered with liters of fluids I do not wish to tell. Her lingerie's top has flown farther than my shorts, landing onto the monitor of her computer. In spite of being chained by slumber, my NEET of a sister isn't satisfied yet. I can tell because we're siblings. If I ain't satisfied, neither is she. "Christ, like rabbits, aren't we?" I said, gazing at the litter of condoms on the bed's sheets.

I didn't want breakfast. I just felt like watching over Sis for the time being. So in her chair, I cross my eyes with hawk-like composure. Her transformation hasn't regressed, which trashes most opportunities for her to go outside. I suppose she can produce a hoodie with a bigger hood, but that'll make her look like a cult member.

> Just watch over Hanami until she wakes up again.
> Get breakfast for her and yourself.
> Retreat to your room.
> Take a morning stroll.
> (another option)
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>>3426397
>Get breakfast for her and yourself.
I'm pretty sure we ran out of condoms so we should probably make breakfast for her.
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>>3426397
whew
> Get breakfast for her and yourself.
need to regain your energy and fight off dehydration for round 2.
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>>3426397
Eight whole hours. My God. Grimm putting in work.
> Get breakfast for her and yourself.
May as well treat her to a nice little surprise as a reward for performing so well.
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>>3426397
Good work everyone, the mission was a success.
But I can’t help to worry about the long term consiquences of this one ._.
Hopefully nothing bad.

> Get breakfast for her and yourself
New energy for a new day
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>>3426519
>Hopefully nothing bad.
I wonder if we've disturbed our parent's sleep
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>>3426525
Oh fuck... they heard everything. That’ll be a fun conversation to have.
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>>3425642
> Amalthean Fertility
Uh oh

>>3426397
I fully expect some 7 or so '''kids''' comming to '''life'''.
> Something something Goat Mother, something something just like Goldilock with her 'familiars'.
And that's the good outcome. Think there are any genetics based Grimm to counteract the negative effects of incest on kids?


So now sister is bigger than before. Horns wise. Great, more reason for her to NEET around.

Ain't having that! Behold, as I summon forth our full potential of dressing girls up in lewd outfits!
Wolf in the fairytales was ALWAYS abled to trick people with his disguises, so let's hide our sister in plain sight!
> Don't hide the horns with a bigger hood, but present them in a fashion that people woun't bat an eye
> Hood with 'ornament horns', have them stick out of the hood
> Alternativly covering them up, like catear hoodies could hide catears

Or any other idea is welcome to, point is that sis has become FAT! Fat is just the right places, admidetly, but STILL FAT! Just running ain't gonna cut it, training demands her getting into shape all over!
From now on, all that's comming out between those bountiful bosoms of hers are gonna be protein rich snacks, and other essential nutrients!

...
I wonder if we pull condoms out of her boobs.
Further wonder if she might affect them in some fashion that they just won't work, making us knock up our sister.

> Take a morning stroll
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>>3426573
>Think there are any genetics based Grimm to counteract the negative effects of incest on kids?
>INB4
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>>3426553
>At the breakfast table
>Mom and Dad gives you the look
>Hanami feeling sleepy while we avoid their stares
>We heard everything
>Both of you freezes
>Hanami blushed too hard
>You do the same
>Ah makes me remember me doing with your dad.... isn't it? Onii-sama
>You: what?
>Hanami: wat?
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>>3426397
Woo that turned from ecchi into straight up hentai.
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>>3426835
To be fair, the Spiderfucker Quest also had explicit pastebins. Granted, they were equally horrific as they were arousing, but still.
They were my first whyboner in a while.
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>>3426416
>>3426424
>>3426437
>>3426519

I would not allow myself to use Hanami's boob-gate. She's sleeping-- a slumber that she has earned for herself when lasting throughout the night with me. Sis needs a rest, but I? Not so much. I have no right to disturb the sleeping then.

Going down to the kitchen, I meet Mom and Dad. They are always early risers and realizing that fact instilled anxiety. I didn't calculate the chance that my parents should hear our intense episode of lovemaking. Mother has made breakfast, set upon the kitchen's counters. But the homely aroma doesn't persuade me to disarm my qualms.

I begin to fill two plates of food. Dad, seeing me, puts aside his newspaper at the couch and approaches. "That hungry, Rou?" he said, beaming fatherly.

"Uh, no. Not at all. Just getting breakfast for Hanami too. You know how it is."

Dad scratches the back of his head, and then, his nose. "Yup. I do." Walking around me, he turns on the sink to wash his face, using a dishtowel to wipe himself off. "Your mom mentioned your growth spurt. Haha! You're as tall as your old man! Next, when are you getting a girlfriend?" I pause from replying, but it was just a jest. Dad pats my shoulders lightly. "Jokin' son."

The business worker grabs seconds alongside me, moving himself to the table to eat. My mom is to succeed Dad, calling me over. "Good morning, Rou."

"Morning. Is there something?" I asked.

Mom looks up to the stairs with wary brows. "How was last night? You and Hanami slept together again, right?" I confirm her inquiry. "Could you explain the commotion up there? Hanami's room has thicker walls, but when I passed by, I heard screaming, I think? I don't know."

I bead of sweat dropping between my eyes, I wave her suspicions away. "It wasn't much. We just had a fun night of games. Remember that old console we had back then? That's why. Sis was a bit too competitive."

"I see... I just hope she's okay up there. It was nice yesterday that she went outside to meet you, so that's a relief. Go on now, Rou~" As I left for my sister, Mom left for Dad.

Waiting for Hanami to stir, I eat inside her bedroom. Of mindless contemplations, I muse over a few thoughts that could have promise; moments later, for about twenty minutes, she gets up sluggishly. Her food has turned cold.

I offer her breakfast. She takes me up on that offer, listlessly eating in the same manner as I. Now that daylight is peering through the room's blinds, her epicurean figure is fully revealed. Hanami snuggles close to me while she ate, never minding her upper half's bareness.

Without warning, her fingers start to snake into my shorts again. Is she addicted? No, that's Goldy's role. But the glow in Sis' eyes says otherwise.

> Say no. Hanami needs to know what and when's the right time for things.
> You could go for a whole second round.
> She can do whatever she pleases with your member. But you're not going to fornicate.
> (another option)
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>>3426890
> She can do whatever she pleases with your member. But you're not going to fornicate.
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>>3426890
> Say no. Hanami needs to know what and when's the right time for things.
I think we've had enough lewd for 24 hours.
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>>3426849
Didn't know that wasn't really interested in that quest when I saw it
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>>3426890
> Say no. Hanami needs to know what and when's the right time for things.
Don't we have school? Cant miss that and look suspicious.
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>>3426890
> She can do whatever she pleases with your member. But you're not going to fornicate.
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>>3426903
It's Saturday but still...
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>>3426907
If I remember correctly some japanese schools have class on Saturday so not sure
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>>3426907
Ah, i missed that detail then. Still, going for another 8 hours in the middle of the day sounds risky.
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>>3426905
Calm your boner anon.
>>3426910
I doubt classes do. Clubs maybe but not classes.
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>>3426890
> Say no. Hanami needs to know what and when's the right time for things.

>>3426907
As I recall, Japanese schools have half-days of classes on Saturdays. I think clubs meet, too.
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>>3426890
> Say no. Hanami needs to know what and when's the right time for things.
We can probably go somewhere for that
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>>3426924
>>3427009
>>3426896
>>3426903

"Sis, no." Hanami needs to know what and when's the right time for things. Those puppy eyes aren't working on me today.

"B-But, Rooou~ We still have energy, don't we? Just for one more hour! Thirty minutes is fine too!" my sister pleaded. However, I don't relent.

Chopping her forehead, right between her horns, she chirped cutely. "I have school today, you know? It isn't as time consuming, so I won't be out for too long. You can also come to meet me like you did yesterday -- Mom was happy about that -- but that is if there's a way to hide your bigger protrusions," I said, hinting at the gallant windings behind her ears.

Depressed, the emerging nymphomaniac lets the matter be. It isn't the end of the world, and I make sure to tell Hanami that.

"Have a good day at school," Sis farewelled when I exited her bedroom door. "I-I'll try..."

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>Roll 1d100
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>>3428009
awrite
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Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>3428009
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Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>3428009
oh boy, wonder what we're rolling for...
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Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>3428017
Lemme try again...
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>>3428019
>>3428022
>>3428023
>74

Touring the urban path where that foreigner and I first met, something of red floats by within my peripherals. Then, gold. Turning to the direction of this ocular reception, I was just in time to behold Mary running down the street ahead of me-- wait, two Marys? A third?!

The fourth Mary in the sequence notices me, straying from the subject of pursuit. She looked normal: the same hair, the same eyes, the same corporate suit and the weapons at her stockings. "Hey, Kid! It's a nice morning today, isn't it?" Upon uniting our sight, Mary stares the other way until regaining confidence. My mark on her exists still. That moment where we had kissed hasn't left her mind at all.

> "Why are there more of you?"
> "What's happening? Where's Goldy?"
> "Who are you chasing?"
> (another option)
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Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>3428009
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>>3428052
Wew Captcha ruined me.
>>3428051
>"What's happening? Where's Goldy?"
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>>3428051
>> "What's happening? Where's Goldy?"
>> "Who are you chasing?"
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>>3428051
> "What's happening? Where's Goldy?"
> "Who are you chasing?"
Looks like Kaleidoscope might be a pretty darn good ability.
I guess Goldy is next on the list to be empowered?
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>>3428076
first it was just intense kissing
then we jumped straight to incest fucking.
what the hell can we do with Goldy to further amp things up even?
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>>3428081
Both Hanami and Mary got marked after making out. There's no indication that we have to go further with each girl than the last in order to empower them.
That said, raw is an option should it come to that.
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>>3428093
Man, now I think about it, kissing Red could've been a disaster.
Imagine if she got the ability to remotely summon her hood.
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>>3428093
i do not care nor was talking about the mark at all.
my question still stands.
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>>3428100
Yeah, that could have gotten really bad really quickly. Or who knows, maybe she'd have gotten addicted to us the way the other girls have. I'm glad we haven't tested it yet, though.

>>3428108
Read the spoiler.
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>>3428108
We could also invite Mary(s) to join in.
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>>3428051
>"I'm guessing this has to do with the kiss yesterday?"
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hello is this alive? nothing has been posted for a few hours.
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>>3428598
Jesus fuckin Christ anon, you're as thirsty as Hanami.
Wait for a while.
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>>3428598
This may shock you, but QMs have lives and schedules to work around.
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>>3428620
>>3428622
yeah I know I know, I just hate it when qms go off their schedule without saying anything (as much as they can have a schedule) I've always been the impatient type
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>>3428641
Stop being so fucking entitled man.
Fuck.
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>>3428641
Even if you are impatient, you could always not whine about it like a prick. Especially since Goose isn't even off schedule.
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>>3428060
>>3428068
>>3428076
>Writing... ... ...
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>>3428676

"What's happening? Where's Goldy?"

"Makita's at the high school. She can't break her perfect attendance so I'm the one out and about. The gal can be stubborn if it's about skipping school n' stuff. Although, she wouldn't be able to take out her bears like this; since, well, public safety and secrecy of Grimms." Taking a moment to process Mary's words, I question who she's chasing. "Whom? Kitasawa.'

"Oh. How did she escape from you? I'm pretty sure that the chance is nil, Mary."

"You're right," the agent agreed. But with an ashamed grin that rats out her guiltiness. "Was playing with her, like always. I finally learned myself to do that bondage thing that your folks are good at, and I was testing it on your girl. Started 'studying' it when I had an ounce soberness -- got nothing to do as well and paperwork can be a bore. Takes long for me to recover from my drunken habits, so before I knew it, Kitasawa dashed out at the advantage. If it wasn't for your... gift," nervosity rising at the mention, touching her mark, "I-I would've tired out by now."

I'm flattered. However, disappointed at how this can be.

> "Just keep chasing her. She'll tire out eventually."
> "I can fetch her real quick if you'd like."
> "Well, have fun with catching my servant. I got classes too."
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>>3428753
>> "I can fetch her real quick if you'd like."
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>>3428753
> "I can fetch her real quick if you'd like."
The bet was her idea and here she is trying to get out of it. We'll have to discipline her thoroughly after school.
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>>3428753
>> "Well, have fun with catching my servant. I got classes too."
feels like we have to go to school to not attract suspicion
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>>3428753
>> "I can fetch her real quick if you'd like."
i wanted to do the last one, but you just know shes gonna go to our home and ransack the place.
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OP phoneposting. There's going to be a new thread later on, Anons. I appreciate your patience.
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>>3428830
ok
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>>3428766
>>3428772
>>3428810

"I can fetch her if you'd like," I suggested. "That vanilla smell is very well pungent and could lead me to Red in no time."

"I'd like all the help I can get, Kid." Mary looks behind herself, taking in account of her other copies. "If you're intending to tag along, then why not make it a game? Saturdays are supposed to be fun!"

"Sorry, but I will have to politely refuse. I'd rather focus on getting my servant back to where she was."

"Oh boo!" the agent pouted. It wasn't genuine, as that huff of hers is gone in an instant.

Comfortable with the idea, I go through and into the thin crowd of Saturday men. The scent of Red guides me; as for Mary, she and her embodied copies scout out the countless blocks in the area. She'll do a good job of flooding out the escaper while I track her down. This shouldn't be too long, I hope.
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