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Gensokyo.
It was a land of darkness, where fantasy and faith melted inside a cesspool.
That was what my master had always said. She had always warned me not to enter it, no matter what happened. In my mind, I had no problem accepting her warning, her order, to stay away from a horridly described location. However, that was before my master had gone missing.
She had done that before. One time she was busy hanging around for three weeks straight near the rotten part of my neighbourhood. She was beating some thugs and reforming their bosses, all of them rumoured to be some of the nastiest bunch. My master went home limping, she also smelled of sweat and dirt, no questions that she was probably out fighting them all three-weeks long to keep the neighbourhood a better place.
Still, that was one instance and also the longest time she had ever been missing before. Usually, she only took around one or three times a day before coming back. My master has the greatest dedication to her job, but at the first sign she would not win in a fight she would withdraw and come back on a later day. Though, sometimes she had lost herself in her own world, so I had to retract my previous statement.
Either way, the priority right now would be finding my master.
I had searched for her, from walking all over the streets shouting “have you seen this girl?” with a picture of my master up to printing out her face on popular brands of milk cartons, but she was gone one day and nowhere to be found the next day. After a closer investigation, I found her in some random street camera footage, recorded near a non-specific convenience store near the countryside. It was from a local yakuza who was acquainted with my master, said that she was a splendid woman who had helped him and his boys before. The footage showed that she was prepared to the teeth, armed from top to bottom with her war supplies in tow. The yakuza confessed that he had been supplying some dangerous goods to her, and she would sometimes be a reseller to certain clients. The rich, political, and wealthy loved a woman with good upbringing like my master. To me that sounded like a lie, but my master did have ties with the yakuza, so maybe she had performed rituals or rites for a less reputable, shady and seedy kind too.
The weapons she had in her before she was missing were clearly visible for everyone to see. My master was not one to conceal her cards, though she would conceal aces, and showed how big and dangerous the threat she was facing. She had told me that the day she was to use it, the world was on the brink of destruction. I used to doubt my Master for it, though I trusted her with my education, finance and such non-pressing matters, because that would mean a strong foe would appear soon. To that, she would pat me on my head and tell me I was right, while saying those supplies were only office decorations.
As I thought about it some more, my master has a weird sense of decoration. Her office consisted of rods and beads that she used in her work. Talismans to stick into the body were prevalent in displays alongside what would seemingly be an uncountable amount of ropes beside a collection of them. She would also keep anaesthetics inside her office table’s drawers. She said that it would keep herself calm, if not her nerves would act against her, and said that it was a side-effect of her occupation as a problem-solver in her town.
I used to think her sense of style and decor was off. Most of them are already weird on their own. Now, I'm not sure if I could laugh alongside that memory anymore.
Three days after Master had gone missing, a distortion in space had enveloped a large part of mainland Japan. It had encompassed a diameter of a certain large city, completely blocking it from outside contact in any shape or form. The time it took to manifest itself was almost instantaneous, like an invisible hand had covered the air with a black-coloured cloth when no one was looking. It was surreal, to say the least of people’s worries, and they did not take this development quite well. The nearby areas were evacuated. Perimeters were made. Safe areas were designated. And finally, the army was told to move.
From afar, it looked like a dome with a purple shell made of light-absorbing particles. All of it was intangible when gathered, but solid to the touch. It was as if it had a sensor for people to enter only when permitted. Moreover, those who had come very close to it reported they heard sounds coming from inside of the dome.
The voice was welcoming, bewitchingly so, or so I had heard from the news. The same three soldiers and the same five scientists had appeared everywhere. From television shows to public radios, from one billboard to one recruitment poster for the JSDF. Everyone has tried their best to sell this idea that everything was in control and everything was as it supposed to be, wholly ignoring that they had a massive problem, and quite literally so, just a few kilometres away from their capital.
The world was in a total uproar over this. The government of Japan had scrambled all the resources they could muster to suppress information to the outside world, all of them hilariously ended in failures. They could do worse, for example, like accidentally leaking information through their social media. Which was what made the place surrounded by international reporters in the first place. Ultimately, their efforts were done in vain as now everyone around the world had made such a fuss about the "Japanese Black Dome" that the government saw it ill-fitting to hide it from the world populace.
To think that only a span of a week had passed. Truly we are living in a dangerous time. The mass hysteria which was created partly from fear mongering was truly something to beheld. I scrolled down my smartphone to see articles about “the end of the world” or “a government conspiracy gone wrong” or my favourite among those articles: “The Start of Our Collapsing Reality.”
Of course, I didn’t laze about doing nothing while my master was missing. As someone who had my master's training, taking a page from her book of self-preservation, I would prefer avoiding unnecessary confrontation with unknown phenomenons. With the way things presented itself now, the perimeter of the dome being guarded by the JSDF, I had to find another way inside that place. If everyone had their sights set in what was wholly visible, I figured they would overlook a key detail that was not yet found.
When I took my car for a drive to a paranormal hotspot, I was proven right. Obscured by the trees and the overgrown grasses, there was an entrance overlooked by the military; a supposedly haunted tunnel which led to a landfill.
Supposedly, the tunnel was written off of maps, and it seemed the rumours were true. The tunnel was gated with drywoods and steel net fences, which nothing a hammer and a wire cutter couldn't remedy. The problem would be whether or not this would lead her inside the dome, assuming that it is a sphere akin to a miniaturised planet-shaped zone.
If I were to turn back, this would be the time. I had some things to do back at the office, mainly managing the leftovers from my master’s mismanaged projects on her often misaligned schedules. My favourite show would air at around three hours from now, and in the preview last week the magical girls would finally defeat the final villain of the season. I could even splurge a little, reward myself for all of my good deeds and efforts by going to that one restaurant with the splendid buffet.
When my master came to mind, I couldn’t believe how much of a pussy I was just a moment before.
Now was the right time to strike. I had made up my mind to proceed, and with that determination I will trudge the path ahead. There was no more doubt, so I pressed forward. I wouldn't gain anything by not searching for my master. Without my master, who had saved me from my life of poverty and suffering, I would not know how to live. In-fact, my gut feeling told me that this would be the best path to end this madness. My instincts had never failed me, and there was no need to second-guess when I had come this far.
Although it would be a lie if I said the darkness wasn't speaking to me either. They were inviting me, whispering sweet nothings to me from afar, extending their intangible hands and pulling me like I was a puppet on strings. This repulsive thought was something I would not like to bear, because the more it dwell inside me the more I grew to hate myself.
A few steps near the tunnel was when I realised there was someone peering from the darkness inside the tunnel. I pinched myself, hoping the pain would dispel an illusion, but it was there and absolutely real. A humanoid figure was there, not something but someone , was there. I could just barely make a silhouette of a face, effeminate yet dangerous, as it too drew itself outside with each passing second.
Her face was indeed human-like, but everything else about her felt like a distorted entity, a form one took to instill fear upon its gazers. She had a twisted torso, a transparent body twitching erratically, hidden under a traditional Japanese robe.
The figure was there, but what followed behind her were the truly ominous ones. Air seemingly distorted itself just to let them manifest. There was a voice in the distance, further inside the depths of the spiritual tunnel. It was welcoming, soothing, like what someone would say when welcoming a guest. The hard part in their selling was how horrific their welcome was.
From the darkness, they complimented the robed woman, white limbs crawling upon the tunnel walls on each side. On the ceiling, on the ground, and both sides of the walls. The naked eyes could not see it, but to the faithfully trained eyes there was definitely a figure beckoning me. Its pale white hands that were much like that of a ghost, countless numbers of them appearing from the darkness, invited me like a maneki neko.
I didn't answer her call, nor did I acknowledge her, as I waited for her to disappear. If I did not answer her, and if I did not recognize or accept her as nothing except a trick of the mind, it would not have its power over me. So I opened my diary and doodled, mustering all my strength to draw the cutest girls of my dreams, far and away from the horrifying creature who had beckoned me. Soon enough, the inviting hands stopped, the robed woman stared quietly at me before her smile widened. She was taunting me, knowing full well that I could not touch her nor harm her. With that understanding, the robed woman quietly faded back into the darkness of the tunnel. Although I could not see her anymore, her presence was potent enough that I could still sense her somewhere inside the tunnel.
Stopping my unfinished sketch of my master, I wrote one last thing in my journal, knowing full well that I might not be able to come back from this rescue alive. I was fully prepared to die, but I had to leave at least something behind for someone to remember me by. When I had finished with what I had written, I tossed it into the front passenger seat and closed the door. With the last normal sound I heard being the car alarm, I held into my car key tightly as I calmly walked into the darkness.
—Distorted Tunnel—
It had been thirty minutes since I had entered the tunnel, unexpectedly a longer trek than it should. Based on the satellite imagery, it should have taken no longer than ten minutes to reach the other side. Periodically, I would check my phone for confirmation. Of course, the satellite geoposition had me inside the tunnel still, slowly pacing myself forward.
I knew something was not right, but I had to think everything was okay to trick my brain from misbehaving.
I brought flashlights, multiple of them, anticipating a darkened view. However, not even a heavy duty flashlight was able to completely penetrate through the darkness. The darkness in this narrow, unmaintained, through-the-mountain tunnel had me
The musty, dingy and rank road had started to eat up on me. It was as if my sense of smell was being overwritten with each step I took. My eyes gradually went misty as my facial muscles contracted upward. I held the urge to vomit, one mouth covering my mouth as I trekked inward. Dirtying my boots was no longer my main concern, as keeping my sanity had become my priority now.
With each step I took, my footsteps echoed the way I'm moving. It was surreal, as if someone was also walking somewhere farther than me. I recounted how many steps I had taken, and even checked my phone for it, but I lost count and my phone wouldn't work properly in this darkened tunnel. When I stepped on a puddle of water, the resulting splash and the continuous sound that echoed from it only made my suspicion grow larger. Was I only moving in place or was I moving forward? Somehow, to me, it felt like I was walking upside-down.
I was delirious. It felt as if I had walked for days, and maybe even months, without realising it. The tunnel now devoid of light forced me to whip out my flashlight and peer into the unknown darkness.
Sometimes, as I walked forward, I could see the previous figure I had seen before. Just the outline of her, sometimes only her hand and other times her face. Her pupils were focused on me, goading me to rush to her. She signalled to me a privilege. To destroy, to exorcise, to wreck, and to attack her. I wondered if she would be surprised if I was to strangle her? I know that if there was something I should not do it was to rush ahead without a plan.
The biggest problem with this situation was that I had no way to know where she was. I had seen her in-front of me, but as I had pondered again, was moving forward truly meant something was in-front of me? What if what I had peered before out front was something that was behind me all along? I turned around and found nothing there, because of course there would be nothing there. I turned around once again, and the old dilapidated tunnel had turned into an open, endless, and completely indigo plane.
I looked everywhere and all I could see were limitless void stretching as far as my eyes could see. I stood on top of a ground that reflected my standing figure perfectly and without imperfection. The mirror underneath me was so clear that it was almost unreal. I could see even the tiniest parts of my bangs as I played around with them in fascination. The realisation had not hit me just yet, for now I was truly in another world different than my own in the most literal sense.
I stood upright once more, now with the added realisation that I was indeed still alive. There was the alternative of dying and only simulating realness, but that was neither here nor there. It was not the right time or place to ponder about whether I was alive or dead, for I was still in a form where I could save my master.
I didn’t know my direction across this plane of existence, so I picked one direction and walked. This path I took would lead me further down the tunnel if I was still in the normal world, but with how empty this place is and how wide my field of vision is, it didn’t take me long to wonder whether or not there was supposed to be something here. It felt as if I was walking toward infinity, a destination that I could not reach in my lifetime. I had to stop walking. I had to run ! If I ran fast enough, I ought to be able to rip a hole in the dimension and come out into the other side. It sounded crazy enough, but with the things I had in my body only one thing and one thing only could save me and that was that.
I ran like a mad dog. Constantly moving forward without ever being tired. Cold sweat formed on my head, as my nerves fired itself with adrenaline.
I ran and ran, until I stopped to catch my breath.
I bent down and clutched both my knees around my arms, curling myself into the ball as I sat motionlessly. I gasped and wheezed while still out of breath. My vision was distorted, blurry from sweat mixing inside my tear ducts.
“Master…” I hoarsely called out to what wasn’t there. “I hope you’re safe… Master…”
After enough time pitying myself, I stood up weakly. Looking ahead, the scenery hasn’t changed, I was still trapped in another dimension. I drank from a portable cask I had prepared the night before, filled with my favourite drink, and started walking again. The difference this time was my numbed brain could process much more things and ignore so much more than before.
What else would a girl do in this situation? Ideally, they would break down and cry, but not me. If I ever had an insurmountable problem, my master would tell me to gulp some alcohol and hope for the best. So I did just that and began walking forward.
And just as I had hoped, there was a figure waiting for me in the distance.
My eyes affixed themselves. There was someone in the distance.
Snapping me out of my stupor, my eyes widened at the sight of a woman in a violet dress. Her body suspended in mid-air on top of what looked like a line drawn on nothingness. That woman was beautiful, undoubtedly so, fair skin, luscious lips, silky, long blonde hair, slender limbs, an hourglass figure, and an inviting pair of eyes. Like gemstones, they were shining in the darkness, radiating a deep lavender hue, and the most important aspect of all; both eyes were calling out to me, as if telling me it’s okay to approach them and reach into her eyes and–
And now I was before the woman. My heart was so captivated I didn’t notice that my legs had taken me in the range of her embrace. She floated in-front of me, hunching forward and smiling calmly at me. Her nose touched mine, the tip of her nose soft and squishy like a sponge cake, and she affixed her full attention at me. The next instance, I saw her arms moving from both sides intending to wrap my body like a dutch pillow. In any other circumstances, I would hesitate, I would loathe, I would resist, but against this woman–no, against this bewitching devil–my mind could only accept her loving embrace.
I was sucked somewhere, falling down an endless hole with eyes staring at me in every direction. All the while, the violet-dressed woman was still before me, embracing me in her hug.
“Your body is beautiful,” she giggled. Her fingers gently trailing down from my chin and traced downward before stopping at my belly. “Though without something to further aid you, the world which you will visit may not be the kindest to you. In-fact, quite the opposite, without it you would be treated like gutter trash and that would be quite a shame.”
I looked at her, both eyes focused on me. One hand embraced me and the other quietly pressed its palm against my crotch, I was enthralled by how good she was in caressing my body. She was really good at it, as expected of a beautiful demon such as her. The sultriness accentuated by the open-top of her dress left me desiring for more. My hands were free, and without restraint I pressed both my palms against her breast.
Her face was stoic, though she smiled lovingly at me, and not the least bit concerned about my action. She was enigmatic, like she could read my mind just from how frustrated I had looked, and it seemed as if I was falling deeper and deeper into her trap. The longer I looked at her, the more I was enamoured. The longer I fondled her breast, the more I yearned. I slid down the top part of her breast, revealing a bare pair of tits with pink areolas and nipples, both things I stared longingly as if I was drilling a hole onto them.
I must not. I need to say focus. I must not be tempted by her wile and luscious words. Think of my master. Think of her face, her crotch, her bosom, her–
“Go ahead,” she said. “You can feast on my bosom.”
That was when I had gone and ravished her body. As much as I tried recollecting my mind for the thought of my master, she was not what was in-front of me. My head took the plunge and suckled on her teat, while my tongue gently caressed her nipple as if it was candy. My right hand was busy lining the right boob with my mouth, while my left hand was busy caressing her underside with its thumb and index pinching and pulling her nipple.
As my eyes welled up with tears, my mind was full of regret. I could not stay loyal to her, that much was true, but my master should forgive me if I were to slight her just this once, right? I might as well indulge in my carnal desires, correct? I could not see myself getting out of this pressing situation. As I panted uncontrollably, both eyes on the prize in-front of me, I let myself lose it in return for a sure pleasure.
The woman giggled, her grin showing her pearly whites. She placed the tip of her finger against her mouth and bit at the tip of her glove. While biting, she pulled the glove out of her hand before rolling that white fabric and placing it in my jacket's left pocket. Her eyes eyed me like a wolf would at its prey, and in one clean motion she rolled up my miniskirt before inserting her index and middle finger inside me.
Her gentle insertion made me moan. My body vibrated from a sensation I had known so well. I often touched myself there while resting in my room, and that particular memory flashed each time she moved her fingers in and out of my vagina. Her fingers were agile, able to scrape and press against my sensitive spots. It was as if she knew what her entire body looked like. With a calming and motherly face, the woman before me kept playing with my baby hole as if it was nothing more than a sex toy. I, too, kept my mouth suckling her teat as if it was my mother's.
She continued to play with me, searching my sensitive spots all the while, as I continued playing with her breasts. I had spent the last ten minutes at least imitating a toddler, mouth on her right breast with my hand clutching tightly and playing with the nipple of the other. It felt like I was regressing, as if I was becoming a baby. I was helpless, falling down an ungodly depth while clutching to the mercy of her cradle. It was a surreal experience, especially something that happened mere minutes after I began my descent into a tense and suspenseful tunnel. One would rightly understand if I were a bit out of it, after things happened in strange and illogical orders.
Her smile had not weakened by the least as she straddled me like a baby. Then, when I least expected it, she reached out to my head and patted my head. It was a loving and affectionate gesture, something that I had missed from my master’s touch. That alone was enough to vibrate my entire body on reflex, combined with how my body struggled to keep itself normal, and made my love juice burst out of my vagina and dirtied the woman’s hands.
She pulled out her hand while pulling my head from sucking on her teat. I could see the stickiness of my transparent vaginal fluid against her pale cream fingers. Her index and middle fingers were placed before me, tracing my lower lip as well as my upper, teasing me to open my mouth and taste everything.
I looked at the woman embracing me, her silent demeanour accompanied by her all-knowing smile stirred something deep within me. Since the start of my betrayal, my heart had raced so hard that at times I could only hear myself through my eardrums. However, as she stalled for time while I laid belly-up like a puppy, was when my heart had thumped the loudest today. It was near-deafening how rapidly my heart upped its tempo and dissolved my thoughts in disarray. This humiliation that I had never felt before made my eyes teary, my nose runny, and my mouth salivating and openly drooling. Never before had I wanted to taste my own love juice.
“”What’s the matter?” she asked, questioning why I was pleading at her like a lost and confused puppy. “I won’t know what you want until you speak clearly.”
I mustered my thoughts. They were filled with the intention to berate the woman in-front of me, complained about my unfortunate situation, and cursed her until the day I died. I was ready to let my voice out, my thoughts coherent, which came out a bit weaker as I had expected.
No matter, as long as I could tell her a piece of my mind clearly in her face I was content. Though I had to spit something that had balled up inside my throat. Though I had to suck up the snot from my runny nose. Though I had to let out trinkles of tears from my eyes. I was ready to announce everything to her straight: “Please let me lick my love juice off of your fingers.”
My eyes widened knowing full well of what I had just said. My urethra started burning, expelling a spray of rainbow arc into the endless void. It made me realise that we were still free-falling inside another dimension. I had completely forgotten about my surroundings, as if a filter of happiness had shrouded everything around me and hid the weirdness around me. My brain was firing warning signs left and right, and if the sight of me recoiling back in pleasure over pissing into the void was my inevitable undoing then I should have listened to my brain some more. I could not do it now, as my mind had completely acclimated itself into this abnormal pleasure. The woman before me, which I still had not known the name of, was truly calculating everything for my downfall into a pile of sexualized mush.
My mouth happily gobbled up my shameful liquid on the woman’s finger, all the while letting out my piss somewhere down below. Without hesitation, she pulled out her finger and met her lips with my own. She placed her tongue inside my mouth, and I did my best effort to lick and suck it as if it was the most delicious thing in the world. Her saliva was sweet in taste, akin to honey but more distilled. There was a milky-like stickiness to it, as I continued to enjoy the exchange of spit from her mouth and mine.
After a minute, my urine had stopped flowing. The woman pulled away from my head, satisfied with how I used my tongue. She held her free hand against my right cheek and made me blush. Her palm was just slightly warm, an inhuman feeling immersed in it as if a small picture of her true nature.
“Please,” I let out a weak voice.
The woman smiled knowingly, teasing me with her adorable small lips painted red with lipstick. “What do you want me to do?”
“Please,” I whispered. “Please play with my pussy again.”
She happily did as I had pleaded for. Her smile grew ever wider with each of her finger thrust. She didn’t hold back this time, inserting the full five fingers experience for my fluid-dripping vagina. I shivered, ecstasy clouding my eyes as my mouth gasped for air. Knowing what I wanted, the woman leaned before me and opened her mouth. Drools came trickling down my mouth and I received it happily down my throat. I was truly addicted to all of this debauchery, and the more I shook my hips to the motion of her fingers the more I thought that I wouldn’t be able to come back to normalcy anymore.
But why would I need to be normal when I could feel this good?
"I think it's about time, isn't it?" she asked the question rhetorically. She didn't need my answer. She had planned everything from the start. Whatever she had planned for me, I hoped that it would be short. "You might want to prepare yourself, because this one will sting a bit."
She removed her fingers so quickly it felt as if she had pulled the walls of my vagina and I stifled another moan. With how hard I bit her nipple, I was surprised when the woman did not flinch at the slightest. Her left hand's thumb and index began caressing my clitoris. It was then that I realised how long her fingers were. The nails on her slender fingers were also trimmed, definitely in-preparation for this situation. How long she had prepared for this I might never know, but I could feel the culmination of her intent gathering inside my clit and making it glow with a strange but warm violet light.
I released my mouth from her teat and moaned something fierce. I swore like a sailor, and maybe they would blush with how unhinged I was. My lower body was hot, as if it was melted inside a cauldron of melted steel. What was warm before had suddenly turned scorching, wholly engulfing my sensitive organs.
I looked below and saw something long and robust being moulded from my clit. As my mouth let out uncontrollable and delirious speech, my eyes were affixed to the reshaping of my clit. From what looked like a small innocent bean had turned into something monstrous to the woman’s liking. It was tall, erect, and absolutely menacing. Then, as if trying to prolong my pain and suffering, a pair of smaller objects bloomed from under my transformed clitoris and took the form of two bags of skin.
“There, all done,” the woman said as she did her finishing touch. “Good fortune to you, dear apprentice, now you have a cock and a pair of balls.”
I was lying if I said that I didn’t care. Just resuming a normal body function after that grueling and mind-numbing torture was enough to shut my brain off. I had fainted, that much was obvious, and I was teetering between closing my eyes in defeat or observing and accepting the reality before my eyes. I soon realised that I should have resigned my fate and surrendered my mind toward the woman in-front of me.
In my wildest dreams, I had thought about this before, but not in this manner. I didn’t want this cock, nor did I want that pair of balls. They took the spot where my clitoris and uterus was supposed to be, merged into a sexual apparatus exclusive to boys. Though the shaft looked tasty all the way to my soft-looking head and my balls squishy and adorable with its folds and sags, I dread to accept that I would be walking with a penis from now on.
“Now, shall we do some taste testing?” the woman kissed the head of my lower-self. With her tongue out, she caressed my newly-formed member with her soft and slippery tongue. Then, both of her hands grasped onto my shaft, stroking all twelve inches of my cock up and down, left and right, and trying to bend it in all four diagonal directions. She was truly having fun at my expense, while I could only writhe, flail, and turn in place with the woman fully in control.
She jerked my penis as if pushing something out of it. The gentleness of her hand sent shivers along the skin she touched, down my spine, and sent them directly into my mind. Electricity sparked as my neurons were fired off of its cylinders. I started thrusting my hips in rhythm with her stroking, my head slowly turning blank.
I was like a monkey in heat, pushing my penis through a circle of flesh the woman had made with her thumb and index. Just the feeling of her naked skin against my penis was enough to turn me crazy. My dick was so sensitive that it could release something, exploding a burst of liquid from my ballsack. With each passing of my twelve inches dick being traced by the woman’s fingers, the urge to release my fertile liquids invaded more and more.
Ever the all-knowing, the woman gave me a smile I had been accustomed to. Her angelic expression was directed at me, knowing full well from my twitching that I was about to come. With a sultry, tempting, and slightly-mocking voice she said: “Would you like to come.”
Pathetically, I nodded my head.
She placed all of her fingers on my cock and squeezed the middle of my shaft as if it were grapes. What was obviously painful to normal people felt absolutely pleasurable for me. With her dick-crushing grip, she rapidly stroked my shaft from bottom to top. It felt like a vice grip had pressed themselves against my penis, absolutely distorting the shape of my penis. My eyes rolled back on reflex as my mouth started foaming. I think I had a light but debilitating stroke in-between. My balls began transferring its liquid into my shaft, and my shaft rocketed everything outside.
My penis went limp from being strained. In my fainting delirium I felt the woman’s fingers inside my mouth. There was a strange, sticky, and squid-tasting syrup that coated the inside of my mouth. That was when I discovered that my cum was delicious.
The woman thought so too, as she scooped the semen trailing off of my limp dick with her hand and slurped all of it with gusto. She couldn’t help but blush as she sucked each of her fingers and the palm of her hand for the remaining cum. If my penis could harden itself once more, I could probably satisfy her holes too. But I knew that my chance would never come with me as I am now.
“Now that you’ve acquired a dick, I can let you loose outside with reckless abandon,” the woman giggled with her hand covering her toothy-grin. There was now a sinister air to her, as expected of my focused intuition for that part. It was all in vain, however, as I had fallen straight into her clutches.
She released me from her clutches, and I fell into a portal which led me into yet another dimension. As my consciousness drifted off to mental safety, all I could ever think of was how great it would be to ram my cock inside her pussy. Before I truly passed out, my penis ejaculated one more time toward the violet-dressed woman.
I could feel my brain being transformed, as if wires were cut, replaced, or placed in the wrong color or oder. Somehow, I felt more productive in more ways than one. The situation that had just happened slowly became a beautiful memory for me, though I was raped until the end.
Master… if you could hear my thoughts… I love you so much. I’m sorry that I had betrayed your trust. If we were to meet again someday, when I found you in the future, I want to fuck you with my dick.
—-Bedroom—-
I woke up in a cold sweat. I looked downward where someone had blanketed me on a white futon. There was something especially sticky coming from my lower region, and I had hoped that it wasn’t what I thought it would be. Lifting my blanket up as I sat, I could see my dick spewing out precum all over my stomach and crotch area. Not to mention how much was staining the inside of the sheet. The worst of all was how my dick was still absolutely erect! It was looking like I pitched a tent under there, even if it was not at full length, I was still hung enough to rival that of a horse!
If that wasn't enough, my brain had urged me to put it to rest by ejaculating the horniness out of it. So of course I did it because my intuition agreed to it. I just had my penis grown, but I couldn't wait to fuck the living shit of my master so hard.
My master's hair was green, like the colour of dew-bathed grass. Her eyes had the colour of the sky in them; they were clear, solemn, and tranquil. Her lips were red, as if she had lipsticks put on them at all times. Her nose was small, the type which you would see a model with. And her body type, her best feature, was very close to the porn star I had watched when I was little.
My impure thoughts started welling up inside my brain that I couldn't help myself from being engrossed in what I was doing. Everything turned into a lifeless background. The sight of a traditional Japanese bedroom, the feel of the soft futon and the warm blanket against my legs, and the sound of the incoming footsteps coming from outside the room.
Wait, outside the room?!
As if my problems hadn't piled on top of the other, the door opened. From behind it a woman in a red-white dress walked in with what looked like a bowl of soup on her hand. Seeing my penis, she made it extra careful not to drop it.
I quickly pulled my blanket to cover my crotch and ejaculated. I bit my lower lip with the biggest, most shameful, expression that I had ever had. It was apparent what I was doing, especially when the girl blinked before covering her eyes with her free hand.
Maybe, because I was ashamed of what I did, I started to eye her like a hawk. Trying to find what I needed to alleviate the situation. There was no way in hell that this situation could be salvaged, but my heart would break in half if I had not done that. I would go and grab the nearest rope and tie the noose around my neck.
A woman of late teenage years with shoulder-length black hair. One part of her hair was tied with a red-white bow in a ponytail. Her eyes, which were still darting around the room but peeking at where my dong was nonetheless, had a soft black colour to them. She reminded me of a proper Japanese woman who lived in a temple.
Her attire was that of a shrine maiden, but with some modified parts here and there. Her white sleeveless shirt under her red vest hid her modest breast. She wondered if it was a different custom here, but her red skirt was quite short for a shrine maiden. She had her legs hidden up to her thighs, wherein a pair of white tights hid the rest. From an angle below, I could not see her panties at all. She wore a pair of green slippers as she stood on the tatami mat, the cheap 100-yen store kind.
However, what was the most surprising for me were the detached sleeves which left her armpits exposed! As I saw a trickle of her sweat trail down her light-cream-coloured underarm, I tried hard to resist the rising of my rod. I had just nutted the backside of her futon's blanket pregnant and that still didn't calm me down one tad bit.
I think she noticed, and I knew she noticed, but she didn't dislike what I was doing, not a bit. In-fact, her gaze was more focused on them. She began walking closer to it, quietly observing them from outside my futon. The moment she leaned about one breath away from it, I shamelessly twitched in pleasure. The girl was initially startled, but she was able to stay compact and calm after collecting herself. After satisfying herself with her eyes, she turned toward me.
"Well," she said, blushing slightly. Her eyes trailed somewhere else entirely, but she was sneaking a peek once or twice. "You're certainly awake."
I did, and I was not proud of that.
I nodded, unsure of what to say. I didn't try hiding my tent, nor did I deny it. If she had taken care of me, then she should know about my circumstances.
"So that's why Yukari chose you of all people." She scratched her cheek with her free index. I didn't know what she meant until she pointed toward my gigantic member. "Maybe you could do this. Maybe you could solve this incident better than I could, just like she said you could."
Though a bit cryptic, I understood what she wanted to say.
"Anyway," she placed the soup beside me. "If you're going to solve the incident, I suggest that you eat first. It's fine to take things slow for now. A healthy breakfast leads to healthy minds as they say, but for you it's probably a healthier body."
She would be more persuasive under a scornful tone if she wasn't focusing on my cock under the bed sheet.
After a few moments of silence, I asked her: "Want to touch my dick?" and it made her jump. Maybe it was how I said it seriously that threw her off, or maybe because she was feeling shameful about what she had just done. While that would be true under any circumstances, as someone blessed with a gift like this, I thought letting curiosity win you over would be the most sensical thing to do.
Reimu, meanwhile, was seriously contemplating it. Her eyes were now narrowing toward my crotch, where a sizable tent was pitched. For a split-second, I could have sworn Reimu was pursing her lips with her tongue.
"F-fine!" Reimu said. "I had to do something to it anyway, so it would be best to get things over now than later!"
"Go ahead," I extended my hand toward where my dick was, covered with a bed sheet. "Do as you please."
"Also, finish my soup while I touch your… penis." She hesitated. "I put lots of good things in it."
"Yes ma'am."
That exchange happened so nonchalantly I wasn’t sure if it happened at all. When Reimu’s slender small hands flipped the sheet open and placed her petite nose near it, sniffing it like a dog would. She was appalled by its appearance at first, but soon enough she got close to it and pressed the tip of her fingers on it.
Though she looked younger than me, she was my saviour of sorts. I figured she was when she had nursed me like this. She had mentioned the name Yukari before, so maybe I had something to do with this woman she mentioned. Although I didn't understand how I was related to her and why I had looked forward to meeting with her.
One thing for sure though, was the happiness I felt when she touched my shaft. Her fingers were so soft that it made me jolt, completely different from when I had touched it before with my own hands. She looked at me when she was touching my little member, and hissed toward the soup.
Oh right, the soup.
As I took the bowl with my shaky hands, I resisted the urge to jolt forward each time Reimu poked or played around with the little me down there. She was fully enamoured by it, clearly she had seldom seen a penis, especially a real one. If I could hazard a guess, she had a look of a child-version of me who was asking about the single strand of hair stuck between master's teeth a long time ago.
She continued playing with it for so long that I could eat two to three bowls of her soup. I was holding my desire to cum by thinking about the soup and how gross it tasted. The flavour was a mix of dirt, blood, and whatever gross textures that was mixed within it. Unfortunately for me, I had to open my mouth.
"This soup tastes… quite unique!"
Reimu, still playing with my cock, replied. "It's an aphrodisiac soup. You will need it."
"It's what?!"
"An aphrodisiac soup," she curtly repeated. "Lots of viper's meat, a forest mushroom called the vitality shroom, a liquor used in hell orgies, a box of placebos, and to mix them together into a digestible gruel, a secret special sauce."
Suddenly, my penis started throbbing. My whole body shook as my tights started burning. It was absolutely potent, both her soup and her foreplay, though both were equally amateurish in nature. My head too started burning up, as if my brain was fried in its function. I couldn't think straight, especially with how much stimulation was exacted down below.
"I'm going to start stroking your penis now. Get ready."
That was not a good sign. The moment she started gripping my penis and moving her hand up and down, her palm was rubbing increasingly faster in the span of five minutes. I couls feel my penis expanding further and further before reaching its maximum size.
It seemed Reimu could sense that my dick had started twitching. She turned toward me and asked: "Do you want to cum?"
"Yes!"
She smirked before gripping my dick tightly just below my frenulum with her hands, and stroked my big tree from top shaft to bottom. It made me shiver and tremble from how good the pleasure of a man was. It made me regret not being born as one, but being female with a dick and ball had their own perks too!
“I can’t hold it!”
“Is this too painful?”
Reimu questioned without looking at me. Her eyes were glued to the dick she was gripping like a vice. Her soft skin contrasting her steel-boned grip was very misleading, but before then it was a slice of heaven itself. I couldn't possibly have known that she was so curious about it, and opted not to say anything, but now I just had to scream!
"I'm sorry Miss Reimu, I'm going to let it out!"
She jerked her head back. "You're going to what?!"
"I can't stop! Nhoohhhh!"
As if on cue, My dick erupted a strong blast of cum. It went everywhere: the sheet, futon, Reimu's face, body, clothes, and hair, and even the ceiling. It was not an exaggeration that I was feeling the utmost pleasure from this.
Reimu placed her hand on her face, which was smeared in white liquid, and licked some of it off of her. She gasped, finding herself reddening as she licked some off from her wrist. It was then that she rubbed herself and scooped all the semen she could reach into her mouth.
She sloppily chewed them, making noise as if they were gum. Then, after a long while, she gulped it all down in one go. "It's… tasty."
The way she liked her lips made me erect once again.
Reimu's expression softened, warmth coursing through her as her face was full of smiles. "Oh come on… you're so vigorous you know that?"
I stood up. My penis was now pressing against Reimu’s nose and pushed its tip back. I was huffing and puffing excessively, swallowed by my desire to pleasure my little me. Reimu was not objecting to what I was doing. In-fact, she was slowly opening her mouth. Just a little more and I would have inserted my dick into her throat, but a sudden hand grabbing my penis made me choke from the pain.
“Wait!” Reimu said as she twisted my penis until I fell to the ground. “For the love of–! Control yourself, why don’t you?! Honestly. To think you’d pull that kind of crap on me and expect me not to do anything about it is pushing your luck a little bit too much, isn’t it?”
Snapped back to reality, I quickly kneeled down with my head on the ground. “I’m so sorry, Miss Reimu.”
A few minutes later, Reimu had finished lecturing me and told me to follow her outside. I passed by the hallway to the inner shrine and traced the labyrinthine corners to the outside. When we were close to the outside, I turned back and everything looked smaller than it should be, which had me taken aback before I was shown the next sight.
I was standing on top of a hill overlooking what looked like a world of chaos. There were dark clouds on the horizon. What looked like a bleak crimson mist had trailed above the ground and seemingly swept through the dying trees covered in snow. The moon was constantly looking downward, even though the sun was shining alongside it. White flowers in bloom scattered with the wind made me realise how different the world before me truly was.
I just had to say something. Anything. Before my mind succumbed to the weight of everything around me.
“Where the hell am I?”
“You’re in Gensokyo, apprentice. Once a land of bountiful mysteries and wonders reduced to nothing more than a strange fantasy land.”
The world was shrouded in darkness. The landscapes seemingly melting and twisting onto itself. Celestial objects, which were hung atop the sky, felt atrociously fake.
Master, did something happen to you in this hellhole?
—Inner Shrine—
Reimu was now squatting down. Her mouth was caressing my dick while her legs were spread apart. I did not know what led us in this situation, but Reimu said that it was necessary for me to do this.
“I had to do this for the ritual.”
“Is it necessary to do it like this?”
Honestly, I wanted it to be with her pussy instead.
“I know it’s unnatural or strange, but I have to engrave my spirit inside your reproductive organ,” she touched my balls and played with them. I could feel something, a spirit of Reimu’s essence, forming inside me. “Now you better stay in place and don’t move.”
Honestly, I wasn’t sure if this was just her kink or it was for real.
Her head went below my shaft and her tongue traced a line from my balls to the tip of my dick. Letting her saliva well inside her mouth, she waited until it was enough to slide my 12-inches inside her. Once she had enough, she sucked my dick without any problem in one go.
Her mouth was wrapping me tightly, but her throat was so much tighter. I could feel the inner walls of her throat pulsating around my cock. Reimu looked upward, her eyes teary, as she was a few seconds away from dislocating her jaw. I was stationary, unmoving, but even just that was enough to choke Reimu.
"Should I pull out?"
Reimu mumbled, completely muffled by the presence of my dong, but she managed to shake her head. She used her vacant hands to pantomime something coming out from my dick, confirming what she wanted me to do.
I licked my lips with excitement. "Then here I go!"
The cum was ejected in waves. Reimu's throat was so good around me that it was very easy to cum without even moving. With each wave, something changed inside Reimu's throat.
The first wave was when Reimu braced herself for something that was incoming. Her throat twitched from fear as my cock twitched from the incoming sperms. As she realised what I was about to do, she pushed herself forward and took my penis deeper inside her. As I let out my cum, I could feel myself filling the inside of her stomach with cum.
The second wave made Reimu jolt. She did not expect that I would let out another one inside her, nor did she expect that my penis would enlarge. She was eyeing me with her big eyes before they shrunk from shock. This time, I made sure to let out so much cum that she would choke from it.
By the third wave, I could feel my own cum in-between my dick and her throat. Reimu herself was doing her best to stay conscious. Her face contorted in suffocation, completely unable to discern what had happened to her insides. I could hear herself gagging, choking profusely and on the verge of fainting.
By the fourth wave, Reimu had passed out. Her eyes rolled back with tears flowing out as cum spilled out from her nostrils and mouth. I could feel my penis drowning in my own baby batter, with Reimu's tightening throat gripping around me from gag reflex. Then, I felt a force coming up from inside her. My dick was caressed by the rough burst of her vomit.
I took out my dick, scraping the inside of her throat as I pulled out. When it was out, bubbles of cum came frothing out of her mouth, spilling onto the wooden floor, and her crotch became stained.
After a few seconds, Reimu stood up. Her eyes were blank as if possessed. She walked toward the centre of the square-shaped room and began her ritual. With cum staining her torso, and piss staining her crotch, she began dancing.
The dance itself wasn't complex. In-fact, it looked as if she was teasing and seducing me. Her breast jiggled everytime she pranced. The smell of her armpits wafted the air. The foul stench of my white cum mixed with her vomit became concentrated as they too mixed with her sweat. Her foul odour continued until she ended her dance, collapsing as if her strings were cut.
I ran to her, making sure not to step on the stains she sprayed all over with her dance, and picked her up.
When I asked if she's okay, she grabbed my balls and twisted them. "Be gentle next time, idiot!" She said as she pinched my balls to every direction, severely creating a chain reaction of pain and pleasure that made me erect again. She used her other hand to grab my shaft and pulled it down, which made my frenulum touch the floor.
She stood up, while I was now on my knees. Her heel, covered by an indoor sock, began grinding against my shaft. After a few minutes, she stopped, and explained what it was that she had done.
"Preparation Ritual for Reincarnation," she said. "If you die, you will be returned here." As she said that, all that I could feel was the hard wooden floor below my dick and her soft sock above it. Any other sensation I felt was overwritten by the pain my cock felt.
Wait, Reincarnation?
"From Yukari," Reimu tossed a sealed envelope. "Read it once you're out of here."
I tried getting up, but Reimu had a good hold on my cock. I looked up, she was forming a very devilish grin. "Come on. Get up and out of here."
I tried, but all I could feel was my penis being squished. This time with a stomp. The pain was dispersed all over my body, and I couldn't help but squeal in delight.
Reimu pulled her feet up and kicked me hard. It was enough to make the shrine shake slightly. It was enough to make me ejaculate and spew my jizz all over the floor.
"Lick it clean," she ordered. "Then get out."
Getting one last act in, Reimu went behind me and kicked my ass. From the impact alone, it was enough to send me down and have my face rubbing against the floor in the pool of cum. My pool of cum. I sniffed the nasty smell it exuded before slurping my own cum as if it were noodles. I could taste the tastiness which Reimu had described, and I found my cum absolutely delicious. I clenched my penis so hard so that I would not release another drop of jizz, not when I could masturbate and drink them myself later.
It took me ten minutes to lick the shrine’s floor clean. Once I finished, I opened the letter and read its content. Instantly, my penis popped a huge boner. What was written on it was succinct, but more than enough to convince me of my purpose here.
Fuck everything fuckable that you saw. Your penis has a special property; the more you use it, the stronger you and your penis gets. Impregnation will net a stronger power up. Each additional power you may acquire will be permanent lest you so wish to not make them. You may select the powers you may acquire as you will them. There are no time limits, there are no downsides, and there are no consequences (for dying). Do as you will, happy fucking, and may you restore this distorted land.
Waiting for your cock
-Yukari Yakumo