>>3445322
> "Stop bickering, girls. Do you need a reminder? We have Kitasawa to deal with and the person who flung that arrow."

>>3445322
> "Stop bickering, girls. Do you need a reminder? We have Kitasawa to deal with and the person who flung that arrow."

Why do you create new threads after 400? I'm sure the cap is 700.

>>3445354
5 days.

>>3445322
> "Stop bickering, girls. Do you need a reminder? We have Kitasawa to deal with and the person who flung that arrow."

>>3445358
Oh time limit that's different from other boards
>>3445322
> "Stop bickering, girls. Do you need a reminder? We have Kitasawa to deal with and the person who flung that arrow."
Is that tonight couldn't keep up with days

>>3445322
> "Stop bickering, girls. Do you need a reminder? We have Kitasawa to deal with and the person who flung that arrow."

in retrospect we are the dumbest guy alive for making a scenario with our own actions in which our mistresses meet.

>>3445524
You reap what you sow anon. Now lie in your grave you dug cause it can't be already deeper than that.

>>3445536
No. No. No. Keep digging. We've almost reached America.

>>3445333
>>3445338
>>3445381
>>3445397
>>3445524
>Writing... ... ...

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>>3445555

"Stop bickering, girls. Do you need a reminder? We have Kitasawa to deal with and the person who flung that arrow," I said. At the chance of being suffocated, I will fight; this boiling air doesn't sit well with me at all.

Expiring forcefully, Mary and Hanami pivot their heels and look to where their adversary does not shine. "We'll deal with this problem some other time," the fox dated. "Was playin' nice, but your sister has to be this obsessed at a first glance. It's kinda hypocritical if we're to pick apart her disagreement. Sadly, you weren't there to see it in full, Kid."

"You're tellings lies now?" Hanami reprimanded. "You just want to entice Rou for him to do whatever this N.R.O. thing wants. If you don't want to be named a slut, then don't look like a slut."

"Look who's talkin'. The worse people really do get the most powerful abilities."

Pulling myself at an incline and resting upon my ulna, I settle down the two. "A catfight's the last thing I ever wanted in life," I remarked.

> Deal with Kitasawa right now.
> Hand Mary the arrow. You'll focus on Kitasawa later.
> (another option)

>>3445616
> Hand Mary the arrow. You'll focus on Kitasawa later.
You love your girls, but right now you need a break from them.

>>3445616
> Deal with Kitasawa right now.
>See if you cant store things in your sisters gate, such as the cloak, not just pull things out. Make sure kitasama doesn't see, obviously.

>>3445616
> Hand Mary the arrow. You'll focus on Kitasawa later.

>>3445627
>>3445639
>Writing... ... ...

>>3445657

"Mary, come follow me to my room. I have that arrow in there. And Sis, stand guard by that closet. You can do anything, but do not -- I repeat, do not -- listen to what Red says. She's in time-out until I say that it's over."

"Gladly," the agent told, vamoosing from my sister to transfer herself to me. The exuded bloodthirsty aura from Hanami is dialed; regulated, but not extinct.

"Rou, if she does anything, shout for me," the lamb instructed.

"It's the other way around, Girl," Mary, giving her own venom to combat venom. "Pray for me if we aren't out of his room soon~ Or maybe just cower in this dreary lighting."

"Unless I take him away first," Hanami returned. "Or kill you..." The ominous end made Mary laugh.

From Sis' shadows, I pilot the fox to my own sleeping quarters. Rummaging through some stuff, I bring the arrow to light, entrusting it to Mary. Examining the projectile, she pokes around with it to be sure that it's safe, holding it in her left when done. Thereafter, to read its note.

"Your room is neater than I thought," the singularly present woman opined.

> Ask Mary how long she'll be staying at your house.
> Ask Mary if she'll meet at the park.
> Ask Mary about her impression on your sister.
> (another option)

>>3445674
>"so, any ideas who this arrow could belong too? honestly, i dont care too much save for their a threat to me, if the problem disappeared without me ever seeing them, id be a gift, though i doubt im so lucky."

>>3445674
> Ask Mary if she'll meet at the park.

>>3445679
huh this as well

>>3445679
Support Nigger

>>3445679
This and
> Ask Mary if she'll meet at the park.

>>3445679
+1

>>3445679
>>3445683
>>3445783
>>3445808
>>3445810
>>3445823
>Writing... ... ...

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>>3445848

"So, any ideas who this arrow could belong to? Honestly, I don't care too much, save for their threat. If the problem disappeared without me ever seeing them, it'd be a gift. Though, I doubt I'm so lucky." Coincidence is taking an extended vacation and the bad Lady Luck is taking its place. In conjunction with what it seems to be a disorganized future, I am shrewd. Often, such vigilance is deprived at moments.

"Have no clue. The arrow looks normal to me and is small on the magical side of things. If it has any that is. What about yourself? Itches in the brain, or does it give off something that you sense?"

I escalate the blade of the arrow to my nostrils. It's strong enough with its sweet, creamy smell at a distance, but infringing on my personal bubble makes it more than noticeable.

"Vanilla. I haven't told you about the aroma of Grimms, did I, Mary?"

Mary steals the arrow from my nose. "You didn't. S'that true, Kid?" I give my confidence upon her shrunk inquisition. Properly counseled, she rubs my hair, jolly. "Why couldn't you tell me sooner? With a skill like that, the assignments our group will be getting might not be as difficult, in terms of tracking! Makita's bears does venture well, but three chasers is better than two."

Fixing my do, I draw up the task at hand. "I can't figure out somebody's identity by that alone. Just that they're a Grimm-user. The note said to meet at the park during midnight. Will you be there? 'Cause the assistance will surely be needed."

"What you regarded is redundant. Obviously, I'm coming there. It's my job! Heck, I reported this to the N.R.O., and are waiting for this investigation."

> "You'll be waiting here then, till the appointed time? Or are you going ahead to prepare?"
> "News is fast, eh. It's twelve. Better hurry on getting that arrow to your branch."
> "Digressing, did you leave the document at the kitchen? I want Mom to be duly told about Red's residence."
> (another option)

>>3445915
>"well, we can deal with that when the time hits right i guess."
> "Digressing, did you leave the document at the kitchen? I want Mom to be duly told about Red's residence."

>>3445922
Supporting

>>3445922
+1

>>3445915
> "Digressing, did you leave the document at the kitchen? I want Mom to be duly told about Red's residence."

>>3445915
I'd just like to say, as a man who had no internet for since last Sunday and only just got it back, you do a damn good job in terms of quality and quantity.

>>3445922
>>3445934
>>3445956
>>3446260

"Well, we can deal with that when the time hits right, I guess. Digressing, did you leave the documents at the kitchen? I want Mom to be duly told about Red's residence." I can only imagine what'll happen when something else goes wrong. Will she waterboard me? Chain me to a rock and push me into a lake? Eternal captivity? My father's a poor man if he was forced to marry Mom. A maniac if it was all consensual. There's no method to master that beast!

"Ah. I did. Your mom's a nice woman, so I wouldn't want to leave her in the dark as well." Against my dissent, the fox tows me out of my room and towards my deceptive mother. She was making tea, dissolving the house's value in sugar. "Heeey~! Your Morioka's mom, right?"

Mom addresses Mary, pouring the sweetened teapot into a cup. "Hm? I believe so," she jested. "Want some of the shares too, Young Miss, Rou?" offering us a cup, in which we decline. Myself, in particular, as the amount of sugar is surely meant to be poison for I.

"Those papers over there," Mary, pointing to the table. "Did you happen upon them?"

"I saw them on my way in but I didn't take a peek. Wouldn't go around and get onto other people's business~ Though, what are they for?"

"For you, your husband, and the second girl that was here." Unroping me, she exchanges my carpals for the clipped pack. Mary flips it through with Mom, getting into the nitty-gritty of the whole "program." Scarily enough, my mother understood all of it, as for me, it sounds like well-written gibberish. "That girl's Kitasawa Beniko. She'll be staying with you guys until another statement from the government. Hope this notice wasn't too late to receive."

Fastening her hands together, Mom becomes flowery. "Oh my, oh my. Not at all, young miss~ Dear and I will take her in gladly. I always wanted a second daughter-- but I had Rou. Although, I have no hard feelings~"

> "Mary, my mother has to enter a program herself. She just expressed her true goals of my birth!"
> "Beware! That loving act is a lie! That smirk is hinted with pure hatred!"
> "N-Neither myself, Mom...."
> (another option)

>>3446422
> "Beware! That loving act is a lie! That smirk is hinted with pure hatred!"

>>3446422
>Look at Mary with pleading eyes that say, "Get me the fuck out of here and away from this mad woman"

>>3446422
> "Beware! That loving act is a lie! That smirk is hinted with pure hatred!"
DO NOT BELIEVE HER LIES

>>3446422
> "Beware! That loving act is a lie! That smirk is hinted with pure hatred!"
ah, so the truth is revealed. we were an unwanted child. no wonder we turned out like we did, totally not our fault, push all the blame onto her!

>>3446422
> "N-Neither myself, Mom...."
You do not mess with the queen of the household

>>3446723
I have the sneaking suspecion that either our mom resents our very existence, which is why she was so quick to lynch us, she just hates men in general, since she seems to have done this to us, dad, and uncle, or this is geunienly how she expresses love.
Let's move in Goldy or something! Totally safer!

>>3446776
>move in with Goldy
fixed that for ya.

also she could very well not be lying about loving us and our father, but the scary thing is that doesn't mean you are wrong either. honestly i think moving Red in was a mistake, if our mother takes a liking to her, we are FUCKED, possibly both metaphorically and literally, and not in a way we will like for the second either.

>>3446803
>We're FUCKED, possibly both metaphorically and literally.
Look, we've fucked older women and we've fucked our sister, but we are not fucking our mom.
That fucking psycho is probably into BDSM or CBT. Fuck that- Actually, don't fuck that!

>>3446776
Given that she did this stuff to our father, too, it could very well be her way of genuinely trying to help men who are important to her improve. If you ask me, that's the most terrifying possibility of all.

>>3446819
no, i meant she might teach Red how to dominate us. i mean, you think our dad was in charge when we and our sister were conceived? hell no, and we should be worried about her teaching red her ways on that.

>>3446831
>Our mom is a sadominatrix who dominates our father in submission raping him constantly until he became a husk of his former self robbing the masculinity inside him leaving a small part of himself. A responsibility of earning cash as a father of two.

>>3446871
>Mom adopts Red
>Mom teaches Red how to "properly" treat men
>Red plays along with us as our servant
>Hand over hood because she's been a good dirl
>BigMistake.jpg
>She rapes us into a submissive dog just like mom did with dad

>>3446888
I dont think we can ever give the cloak back. Its tied to her personality too much, its like flipping a switch to change her back into little bitch riding hood anytime she thinks shes near it, no matter how much progress we have otherwise made with her.

>>3446926
Really ?

>>3446422
> I always wanted a second daughter- but I had Rou

Don't worry mom, once we unlock the hidden Powerup, we will be abled to fullfill that dream of yours! Or fantasy...
Crossdressing/R63 wolf soon! Maybe. Hopefully.

>>3447492
er, yes? every time shes thought she could get a hold of it, shes tried to get it and attack us. we even at one point tried to tell her 'agree to not fuck with us and we'll let you walk away.' and she instantly threw that under the bus, and has given us no reason to think anything on that will or has changed.

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>>3447539
no.

>>3447539
>new grimm grandma's clothes

>>3447578
Not only that! There's also Mom Goat's disguise.
German housewifes apparently enjoyed the thought of crossdressing wolves that trick people in order to eat them.

>>3447716
I suggest grandma's clothes because
>my what big eyes you have
>my what big hands you have
>my what big teeth you have
>my what big bulge you have!

>>3447789
*notices the big bulge*

owo what's this?

oh man that was painful to write

>>3446430
>>3446508
>>3446723
>Writing...

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>>3447914

"Beware! That loving act is a lie! Her smirk is hinted with pure hatred!" I accused, zealous in my holy portrayal. My grounds are broken, however, the queen of this hold shooting me deadpan scrutiny that calculates my services, profits, and general usability. I am neither of those; making money in undisclosed ways doesn't settle this beast in spite of what I bring to the house. If you put an end to me, then it's the end of your Christmas presents Mom!

"What are you on about?" Mary said, astonishing me with her naivety.

Mom clutches the agent's right shoulder, assuring that I am just being young. "Rou's playful like that. But sometimes, he wanders onto territory that should be left alone from anybody. Always had this problem when he was a child. Fufu~" My mother's lids part like clouds, the sun that hides behind them an extreme maroon; to me, I am hindered by how they scorn. Letting Mary be, she repossesses her hand to work on the dishes, hot water pumping through the kitchen's sink. "Thank you for your service, Young Miss. Dear will have to hear about this later, so put those sheets back onto that table over there. Even the coffee table's fine. And, Rou..."

"Y-Yes...?" I answered.

"... Be nice to the new child in the house~ I have a few experiences with problem children, so heed me. Whatever her personality is, what worsens it will be remedied by your caring mother~ Or your father.

"And you know what happens if you break my law~! Teehee~"

> "God, save me from this royal of Hell..."
> "You don't need pest yourself with me, Mom. I have quite the relationship with Re-- Guh. K-Kitasawa!"
> Roundup Mary and have some private time with her.
> Go to Hanami's room and check on her.
> (another option)

>>3448021
>quickly make your way from your hellish mother and back to the confines of your room.
>your mothers tried to kill you, your sister and mary are acting like lionesses ready to rip eachother apart, your sisters boobs finally nearly killed you, and Reds now in a rage because she has seen her cloak. even Goldy, despite her otherwise agreeable nature, has her damned bears you must look out for.
>you need some time to yourself, before you lose your sanity. you are beginning to think getting directly involved with women is going to be your downfall.

>>3448021
>>3448026
Don't call it a grave. It's the future you chose.

>>3448021
> Go to Hanami's room and check on her.
Should probably check on how she's doing with red might also want to deal with her

>>3448021
> "God, save me from this royal of Hell..."
Wait- I-Is our mom a. . . Somebody look this shit up. I hope to god our mom isn't Lilith or something.

>>3448030
actually i was asleep for some of our more disastrous decisions, haha.

>>3448032
if she is, then dying from the noose might of actually been a merciful end.

>>3448021
>Another option
>Plan to move out. Pack everything you own including red cloak. Leave anything that isn't important. Urge sister to come and get out from this hell you call house.

this is an incredible lack of consensus among us voters.

>>3448066
bringing along the red cloak will only mean Red chases us, and just like we can smell Grimms id think other methods of tracking them exist. though, we couldn't give it back either. maybe dump it in a metal chest, weld and chain it shut, and throw it down to the bottom of a lake.

>>3448066
Changing to Support this

>>3448021
>Go back to your room and do some reflection. Everything in your life has spiraled into chaos in the past few days, largely as a result of your own choices. Clearly, the way you've been living life up until now just isn't healthy in the long run. It's time to think about what you've done wrong and how to improve from here on out.

>>3448090
This is why we have to pick red cloak. We can't dispose of it immediately for now but that is one of our priority. Also she is in care with our mom. Chances are, she will be tortu- I mean disciplined by our mom.

>>3448107
Also our sister is our emotional and financial support. First thing first is to look for something to sell. Pulling money is dangerous unless it's in small amount. We can sell it as brand new never opened with considerable cheaper price. 80-60% from the original price.

>>3448107
maybe, but regardless of other things removing it from play in some way seems like a better done sooner than later option. still against running away though. plus, i doubt it would solve our problems even if we succeeded. what with being one of the three most sought after Grimms. at least with Mary we have her, Goldys, and the NROs protection(as they wouldn't want the cults and competitors getting us, if nothing else.)

>>3448113
if she even wants to come. shes a NEET, you dont break that in a day. not to mention until the NRO gives us potential, aid, trying to hide her horns will be a nightmare on the road. if nothing else, packing up and leaving requires a bit of prep work and planning to go smoothly, not a spur of the moment fear reaction.

>>3448127
We go out in the night. Not in a day. Preparations are needed.

>>3448154
I think its close to night. That, and doing so would break our promise to meet the archer with Mary. If nothing else, wandering away from our allies while someone knows about us enough to shoot arrows at us is dangerous. They found us once, could find us again.

>>3448066
>>3448154
I can't help but feel you've overlooked the very real possibility that the NRO will consider us running away to be a breach of our "containment" and that we'll be hunted down like the dog we are.

>>3448026
>>3448030

>>3448031

>>3448066
>>3448091

>>3448097

Votes so far.

>>3448186
i think mine >>3448026
and >>3448097
are close enough to the same to combine or something. if nothing else finding a middle ground to them would break the tie. though said Anon may disagree on this.

>>3448026
>>3448030
>>3448097

>>3448200
Aye. Writing... ... ...

>>3448200
No objections. They're pretty similar.

>>3448203

Shelving myself to my personal kingdom, I reflect upon my actions and take a rest from the wiles I have accepted. 'Cause of my son down under, everything recently has spiraled into chaos: the finale of my choices. This isn't healthy, is it? My ethics are in dire need of improvement.

It'll save me from Mom's future executive ploys that are too much like the real thing. The unforeseen, bombastic-in-many-ways rivalry of Mary and Sis assembles a stage-- a gladiatorial fight between lionesses for the prize of my firsts. Separate from our habitual hug, Hanami has almost killed me via suffocation by boobs; the death is a fucking swell way to go out, but I don't want to die anytime soon. My collared girl, Kitasawa, is blithering and lighted, as she's sophisticated in my trickery. The last of my kinships is Makita. She's agreeable, but her damned bears are far welcoming, giving me more reasons to herald my phobia...

>>>

Shipping the arrow with her, Mary said her goodbyes and exited from my home. She inspirits her responsibilities, looking forward to the midnight bothers so that we can uncover my unknown villain. "Your mom makes some nice tea. Tell her that I liked it, Kid," she said when leaving through the door, having more than the suggested, daily dosage of sugar.

Someone comes to my bedroom's passage. Hanami has surveyed Mom's presence in the corridor, rushing inside my quarters once she gains a smidgen of a course. I ask what's wrong.

"Rou." Obviously skittish, my sister begins to rub her humeri. "I checked on that girl. Why does she not have underwear...? Th-There's also a mark on her, um, the lower side of her abdomen..."

> "It's her true feelings. But I'm too tired to go in-depth, Sis. I need a nap."
> "A physical and magical connection between her and I. Like yours, but stronger I reckon."
> "How did you find that out in the first place?"
> (another option)

>>3448287
> "A physical and magical connection between her and I. Like yours, but stronger I reckon."
Not that we don't like you sis but probably because she's red riding hood

>>3448287
>"she made the mistake of not accepting a peaceful withdrawal from my life, so now she suffers the consequences of putting herself at the mercy of a hormonal teenager. one with superpowers to boot."

>>3448287
>"How did you find that out in the first place?"

>>3448287
> "It's her true feelings. But I'm too tired to go in-depth, Sis. I need a nap."
The other two options would upset her.

>>3448287
> "How did you find that out in the first place?"

>>3448287
>"My life is quickly becoming a mess."

>>3448297
>>3448299
>Writing... ... ...

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>>3448320

"How did you find that out in the first place?" Kitasawa wouldn't let a person -- besides me -- see her loins and everything below. Weird... Or did Hanami...? She couldn't have.

Both impropriety and dishonor compose her bearings. "She was sighing a lot, so I thought it'd be alright for me to monitor her with the closet agape and her gag off." My sister asks me for Red's name. I enlighten her, resuming. "Kitasawa gave me a cold reaction, but she eased over time while I read. Making some small talk, I question why she was looking fatigued. 'I-It's nothin'," the girl muttered, although the... Uh. 'Lewdness' could be perceived. Worried that something's wrong, I went to measure her warm face, and then I noticed a glow at the belt of her skirt. Her mark, Rou. It's glowing."

> "Just ignore Red's voice. She's still in time-out."
> "Give her one of your toys or something. Be careful if you're unwrapping her, I must warn."
> "Ugh. Let me see her."
> (another option)

>>3448353
>Let me see her.
Gotta nip this in the butt unless mom believes in glow in the dark tatoos

>>3448353
> "Give her one of your toys or something. Be careful if you're unwrapping her, I must warn."
>inb4 /u/nwise decision

>>3448353
> "Ugh. Let me see her."
Let's see what she has to say about it and decide what to do then.

>>3448353
>> "Ugh. Let me see her."
oh dang, does her tattoo require her to have constant, ah, 'attention' from us to stay dormant? ill admit its a good tool to keep her in line, but otherwise causes a heap of other issues in exchange.

>>3448353
> "Just ignore Red's voice. She's still in time-out."
Let's get her begging for it

>>3448353
>"Give her one of your toys or something. Be careful if you're unwrapping her, I must warn."
>Let's have a talk. Today was quite eventful, Sis.

>>3448365
>>3448378
>>3448384

"Ugh. Let me see her," I said, fairly reluctant to deal in this. It's rather the thought of Hanami being there instead of a private parley.

Non-defiant, my sister allows me to inspect Kitasawa and her -- seemingly -- chronic phase. Cloth divided to show skin, by Sis' workings, manifests a pink glow within the enclosing darkness of our location; it's a lamp, gradually becoming redder as it cries erotically. The sheep by my side bows to the collared blonde's twining cocoon. "Should I do something?"

"Can you undo Red's gag, please? Be ready to put it back on if she starts to scream profanities, or if I get too annoyed."

Obeying, Hanami ungags Kitasawa, a process that she should've gotten used to by now. It all falls on her, throwing one chance and another that gets her to be this way. Sometimes, I think that she likes it; some sort of weird tsun.

Grabbing a whole breath, Little Red Riding Hood takes her time to relish in this inch of freedom. My eyes on her tattoo while hers are on me, she pushes herself to the closet's wall. "N-No, I'm sorry! I won't-- I won't do anything again!" The mark's influence coursing through her, Kitasawa reduces her personage to that of last evening's kitten. "M-Master, I'm sorry! I won't be bad again!" teary-eyed. "I don't wanna experience this again!"

Repulsed, the sheep at Kitasawa's aid steps back. "She's... Rou, what's happening? What did you do?!"

> "I'll explain later, Sis. Try soothing her before Mom gets curious, like snuggling her into your tits."
> "I know it, but I can't explain it. The bottom line is that it's her own fault for cursing herself. But 'curse' is too cruel of a word, I'd say."
> "Is there some ice cream in the fridge left? A treat might do the trick."
> (Another Option)

>>3448945
> "I know it, but I can't explain it. The bottom line is that it's her own fault for cursing herself. But 'curse' is too cruel of a word, I'd say."

>>3448945
> "I'll explain later, Sis. Try soothing her before Mom gets curious, like snuggling her
Forget the tits part.

>>3448945
> "I'll explain later, Sis. Try soothing her before Mom gets curious, like snuggling her into your tits."
> Go get some ice cream yourself.
This is a good opportunity to test what, exactly, the crest makes her crave. If it's just affection in general, it will probably have calmed down by the time we get back with the ice cream. If it requires affection from us specifically, the gift of ice cream should handle it. If lewding is the only cure, than we'll know soon enough.

>>3448945
>"Is there some ice cream in the fridge left? A treat might do the trick."

>>3448965
On second though, I'm keeping this >>3448965 but like >>3448963 says, forget the tits part.

Now we all know that sticking your dick into everything is bad, mm'kayy?

>>3448965
Support

>>3448963
>>3448965>>3448971
>>3448982

>Writing... ... ...

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>>3449018

"I'll explain later, Sis. Try soothing her before Mom gets curious, like snuggling her," I adjured. Hanami assented, enthralling the frantic girl in the closet. She nestles Kitasawa onto her lap, speaking to the leashed pup in a soft manner: motherly, comforting, and heavenly. However, Red Riding Hood's feverish trembling isn't stunted by my sister's grace. The panic in her crotch assuaged. Definitely. But it's far from quelling the crest's incitement.

I decamp for a few minutes, going to the kitchen's fridge for a tub of leftover ice cream; one-fourth left in the cask and chocolate-flavored. After getting a spoon, my self recurs at Sis' province, supplying my servant with the frozen treat. Impossible for her to neglect the rising wave of unfulfillment, Kitasawa is unable to take a bite. Groaning, I feed the ice cream to her.

"Is she better?" the blessed sheep said.

"Don't know. The craze in her iris is still there."

>Roll 1d100

>>3449050
Fingers crossed...

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>3449063
I have brought shame upon my bloodline.

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>3449050
Whip your dick out

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>3449050
Hoping for 1

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>3449050

>>3449066
>>3449096
>>3449104
>69
> Writing... ... ...

>>3449111

The ice cream eaten, Kitasawa's trance carries on. She buries herself within Sis' bosom, hoping that my replicated infliction an hour or so ago conciliates my curse, or that embracing Hanami will be good enough to cure. My sister, herself, doesn't fight back; she encourages it, tolerating the aroused with lifted lips.

Seeing that this isn't going to end shortly, I trash the ice cream tub and wash the spoon. Hanami's sphere has deadened: silent and without the shrunken roars for pleasure. Disquiet, I hurry into the modern lodge.

Hanami's disconcerted. "R-Rou!? Thank God! You came just at the right time!"

"Oi, one troublemaker is too much!" resting the restless woman. "We have Kitasa-- Where's she?"

Rattled, my sheepish sister presents her cleavage. "She fell inside! She fell inside!"

> "How?!"
> "Can't you just pull her out?"
> *Reach into Hanami's gate hastily.*
> (another option)

>>3449133
>*Reach into Hanami's gate hastily.*

>>3449133
> *Reach into Hanami's gate hastily.*
No time to think, just act!

>>3449133
> *Reach into Hanami's gate hastily.*
Is there air inside the boob dimension or is red going to go see the knights too?

>>3449158
>>3449159
>>3449162
>Writing... ... ...

>>3449169

Hastily, I plunge into her gate. I had no time to think, only to act, for the loss of my servant is a loss that'll deprive me of profit and self-respect. "Nhaa~" Hanami squeaked.

Through the velvety, hedonistic sensation, I swim my fingers within. Eventually, I come in contact with a leg, seizing it with vehemence to lug the person out of my sister's lewd aspect. As Kitasawa moves out, the sheep's bleating becomes intense until my servant is fully recovered.

Any incident avoided, I check Red for damage. None did pain strike her skin. Her womb's crest is satisfied, blinking a quality pink before shutting off its vibrancy. On her visage, ecstasy.

Collected, Sis tucks her breasts into her T-shirt and shuffles over to me and Kitasawa. "Is she hurt?! Rou?!"

"She isn't, Sis," I issued. "Red's asleep and wholly pleasure from whatever she experienced."

> Leave Kitasawa to Hanami, hesitantly.
> Bring Kitasawa to your room instead.
> Bring Kitasawa to the living room couch.
> (another option)

>>3449207
> Leave Kitasawa to Hanami, hesitantly.
Damn, I'm afraid to know what the fuck happened in there.

>>3449207
>Ask your mother where she is supposed to sleep, and dump her there.
as much as we dont want to leave this up to our mother, it IS now up to her, as technically Red is under her and our fathers protection now, and i dont think going against our mothers wishes for where she is going to be staying will end well for us.

>>3449207
> Leave Kitasawa to Hanami, hesitantly.
We should probably let the girls have their own room.

>>3449207
>Bring Kitasawa to the living room couch.

>>3449207
>> Bring Kitasawa to your room instead.
good place to keep a eye on her also that mark sounds like its gonna be a bitch to deal with

>>3449207
> Leave Kitasawa to Hanami, hesitantly

>>3449207
>Bring Kitasawa to the living room couch

>>3449209
>>3449214
>>3449746
>Writing... ... ...

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>>3450096

To the only bed here, Kitasawa roosts. As happy she may be, I'm afraid to divine her experience with Sis' inner dimension. What paid the delinquent blonde's unrequited wishes? What did she see? It'll never be known, I suppose; the sole object of account will have to tell me on her own accord, and I disbelieve that she'll be so open.

"Sis," I said, shifting my perusal onto the fidgeting lamb.

She hearkens, saying, "Y-Yes?"

"I'll... I'll leave Kitasawa here," hesitant, "For now, don't bring her to your chest; that means no hugging her until we're safe that our new member of the house won't phase into your boob-gate anymore. And certainly don't prod at her, understand?"

"I understand, Rou. But my bed..."

"You can't be that selfish. Just for a bit -- till she wakes up. Then we'll decide where she'll stay. That'll be under Mom's jurisdiction, though."

> Experiment: try to enter inside Hanami's providing dimension.
> Just hang out with Sis. Maybe in the living room?
> Wander outside.
> Nap until nightfall. You'll need all the energy that you can get.
> (Another Option)

>>3450130
> Pull some rope out of Hanami, tie it to something sturdy in the room, then wrap it around your leg.
> Tell Hanami to pull you out in three minutes if you haven't returned by then.
> Experiment: try to enter inside Hanami's providing dimension.
People can enter and exit safely. I must know what lies within.

>>3450142
Support
*Hacker Voice* We're in.

>>3450130
> Nap until nightfall. You'll need all the energy that you can get.

>>3450142
support

>>3450142
>>3450157
>>3450169
>Writing... ... ...

>>3450212

Transgressing upon Hanami in succession, I pull out another bundle of rope. Like those mountain climbers, I tie one end to the foot of Sis' pillowing furniture that Kitasawa slumbers on, and the other around my leg. Sure that it'll be taut when achieving its maximum extent, I repeat Red Riding Hood's actions and plant myself into the sheep's largess.

"Are you trying to do something?" my sister said, puzzled. "If you wanted a hug, you could've told me."

"Thanks for the guarantee, Sis, but it isn't about that. I'm going in."

"I-In?" Hanami ringed, oblivious of my uneducated intentions. While she's flustered, I then feel myself drifting inwards, starting at the forehead which journeys to my remaining quantity.

"See the cable on my legs? Draw me out if I haven't returned in three minute's time, 'K?" the last sentence to her before entering my wolfish lamb.

The instant I'm engulfed, my physical pangs, the sense of fear is, and general negative inputs are purified. Everywhere, white: creamy clouds that's overlooked by a light. I couldn't estimate whether I'd reach a surface soon or not. Shit man, what if there's no footing at all?!

In the end, I slam into a solid, yet fluffy ground. The horizon's painted in a healthy blue, its magical star unmoving.

>Roll 2d100 for what kind of Hanami you'll encounter...

Rolled 80, 48 = 128 (2d100)

>>3450309
Nat 1 plz

Rolled 53, 64 = 117 (2d100)

>>3450309
Oh boy, this can only go well.

Rolled 9, 16 = 25 (2d100)

>>3450309
oh this could end very badly. very very badly.
>meet Hanami's that are specific traits of her cranked to 11.
>meet either her lust or her anger at us.
>in a dimension they would fully control.

Rolled 77, 23 = 100 (2d100)

>>3450309
oppai loli____________
oppai loli____________
oppai loli____________
One that is helpful___

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>3450309

>>3450319
>meet Hanami's that are specific traits of her cranked to 11.
>meet either her lust
I think I'm starting to understand why Kitasawa was so satisfied when she came out...

Rolled 4, 5 = 9 (2d100)

>>3450322
Didn't know that it was 2 of course just to know the numbers

>>3450314
>>3450318
>>3450319
>128 (80, 48)
>Writing... .... ....

In today's gacha, anons get the Hanami SSR...

>>3450339
>Hanami SSR
Is that a good thing it's a bad thing?

>>3450339
>mfw our sisters boob-dimension is a sister collection game
im not sure how to feel about this.

>>3450352
could be either. Specially Super Rare just means more unique technically, but that could just mean its one of her less prominent emotions/traits cranked up to 11, like when she got impatient and slapped us...

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>>3450355
This is Hanami SSR. Proficient in spear and also good in melee, this powerful sheep will punch you away to your sleep and can poke around you with her spear. In combat, she is a powerhouse in utility due to her "fluffiness", uplifts the allies around her and gives a powerful elemental debuff when hit by one of her fist spell. When not in combat, she likes to sleep and likes knitting. May also like Sentai like explosion with pose.

Anything to add for our character overview for our SSR Hanami?

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>>3450429

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>>3450339

"BOOM!"

Meters away from me, an explosion is set off...

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

There's a woman in the distance, banging at the cloud-esque earth. Her fists ripple not only the terrain but the air around her and I, proving herself to be more than material. Steeling the little Tairou from within, I trek a brave march to this monster. The duration that I travel is suspenseful; a pace forward makes my acquaintance appear big, huge, and then, huger. A giant.

Taller than myself -- or rather, taller than a moderate, suburban home -- a scale of Morioka Hanami. The docile horns of a lamb have shaped themselves into that of a bull's; two lances shooting into the magical sky-- tipped with ruby. Her sclera black, the main chromaticity burns. She's disrobed, nor does she care about decency. To be leisure is to be defeated by... something, a motto that I can select by just looking at this version. Balanced in build, the bull's curves are as massive as her figure.

"They're all demons! DEMONS! DEMONS! DEMONS! Thinking that they... that they can approach HIM?! They just want his dick! That's all that they'll think about, be it those two or hundreds! Especially... especially... ESPECIALLY THAT WHORE! So what she was his first kiss?! SO WHAT! SO WHAT! SO WHAT!!! I'll... I'll tear them apart! Kick their asses to Hell where they all belong! ALL OF THEM! ALL OF THOSE... Those... those... THOSE SUCCUBI! WALKING CUM COLLECTORS!"

A flail of an arm almost crushes my body. I may have gotten too close, as this raging bull spots me in the layering clouds. This Hanami bends to my level, chin flat on the turf while she observes.

"... Tairou...? tairou... Tairou! Tairou!" she hollered, the voice of the Babylonian creature spreading to where it won't be stopped.

> Run.
> Stay. "H-Ha... Yeah, I am..."
> (another option)

SSR Amon-Hanami collected!

>>3450455
>Stay. "H-Ha... Yeah, I am..."
>Prepare to be suffocated via hug.

>>3450455
> Stay. "H-Ha... Yeah, I am..."
Can't spell "dick" without "ID". This is her id, right?

>>3450455
oh shit, i was kinda right. and on it being not so good too.

> Stay. "H-Ha... Yeah, I am..."
i dont think we could outrun her nor would pissing her off be a good idea. best bet is to wait the three minutes out and hope Hanami is a fast puller of rope.

>>3450455
> Stay. "H-Ha... Yeah, I am..."
Oh no.
Is she going to latch onto us when the timer runs out?
Oh no.
Oh NO.
We might be seeing the knights again pretty soon.

>>3450471
>>3450476
>>3450477
>>3450487

Amon-Hanami > To > Ira-Hanami


"H-Ha... Yeah, I am..." stuck on what to do. Should I be friendly, as in, normal friendly? Do I go carnal, or let her? Do I run?

"It's really you! It's really, really you!" Picking me up like a doll, she cuddles her cheek with mine. Though, it's more on the side of forcefully rubbing me: a match to a matchbox. "So small~ So adorable~ How could I ever leave you be~"

Overturning, the giant Hanami lays herself upon the firm clouds. She doesn't halt our "affectionate cradle," giving me rashes in the process. And it takes goddamn effort to get rashes from a squishy exterior!

Thankfully, before long, fate gives out mercy. My sister deposits me, placing my form on her bare jugs. To be truthful, I'm afraid of speaking, for whatever I say might anger her.

"Ehehe~ Cute! Cute! My own mini little brother!"

> Just freeze and let her do what she desires.
> Talk to Ira-Hanami "Write-In"
> You could get used to this-- embrace Ira-Hanami's mountains!
> (another option)

>>3450528
>fuck it, after the day you have had you may aswell enjoy this.
>Relax into the bosom
>"hah, hardly mini i assure you, you just happen to be as tall as a house! not that i mind, though an explanation of just what is going on and how such a thing has happened would be appreciated."

>>3450455
That's Hanami alter lol

>>3450539
Support

I'm not a gtsfag but I want to throw my hotdog down her hallway
>>3450528
>Talk to Ira-Hanami "Write-In"
"I asked outer Hanami pull me out after three minutes. Does time flow same here out is it different?"

>>3450528
Changing vote to >>3450539

>>3450528
>Relax where you are.
> "You're cute, too. What other yous are in here? Are they cute too?"
We should probably keep her happy, at least for the moment. I don't want us to get killed by asking how she feels about other girls just yet.
Interesting that she calls us Tairou instead of Rou.
I have an urge to see if we can access Hanamiception, but we're on a timer - if time even works the same way inside the Gate - and it's probably super dangerous.

>>3450551
>inb4 hanami is asleep

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>>3450564
Wouldn't that be quite the snag?

>>3450539
>>3450550
>>3450556
>Writing... ... ...

>>3450564
id both panic and laugh my ass off.
>3 minutes is clearly up even with potential time changes
>instead of getting pulled out we hear the faint sound of far off snoring.
>Giant Hanami just smiles wider.

>>3450592
>the Gate is insulated from the outside

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>>3450584

After what has happened so far today, I may as well enjoy this. Who knows; if time flows differently here, like that Midrey place, then I would take advantage of this generosity. Also coming across this depiction of my sister is seemingly positive. Oh! Are there any other depictions here, too, I wonder?

Dwindling, I laze on the giantess' bosom. Facefront, so I can caress the chest's marshmallow texture. Hanami giggles, ticklish from my cling.

"Hah. Hardly mini, I assure you. You just happen to be as tall as a house! Not that I mind, though, an explanation of just what's going on, and how such a thing has happened would be appreciated."

"What's going on? What do you mean? Hanami's Hanami, Tairou," replied the dormant Ira.

> "Are there other Hanamis?"
> "Why are you so big, I must rephrase."
> "What's this place, I mean."
> "Nevermind, Sis. I just wanna... sleep."
> (another option)

>>3450659
> "What's this place, I mean."

>>3450659
ah, dang, her persona of rage, and probably the others, dont think themselves versions/fragments.

> "Why are you so big, I must rephrase."
> "What's this place, I mean."

>>3450659
> "Why are you so big, I must rephrase."
> "What's this place, I mean."
> "Are there other Hanamis?"

>>3450659
> "What's this place, I mean."
I wounder if we should try to influence Hanami so she would shape herself up in order to protect us in case NRO doublecrosses us or Red's betrayal.

>>3450659
>> "Are there other Hanamis?"
> "Why are you so big, I must rephrase."

>>3450679
im worried asking about other hanami's will make her jealous or think were saying she isnt good enough, if not just confuse her further.

>>3450683
If we keep it simple and innocent-sounding, we can probably "reason" with this Hanami. If she does interpret it as her not being good enough (she doesn't strike me as the type for that, her thoughts are pretty simple and she doesn't seem to have low self-confidence) we can just say that we think Hanami is really cute and we're wondering if there's more Hanami because Hanami is cute and more Hanami means more cute.

>>3450683
I'm just worried that we won't be able to segue this into fucking what no man has fucked before.

>>3450691
Are you serious? Fucking this Hanami would probably be affirming Hanami's hatred of the other girls at a very deep subconscious level. She and Kitasawa will never get along if we get it on here and now.

>>3450690
still sounds unreasonably risky when just a few moments ago she was throwing a temper tantrum over jealousy. the safe bet is this is enough hanami for now, and we dont need anything else going wrong today.

>>3450691
im not even sure that would work anon.

>>3450697
You might have a point there, but what if we fuck the Ego instead of the Id?
>>3450700
>im not even sure that would work anon.
Which quest do you think we are?

>>3450706
one where our current bodymass probably could barely be felt by her even if we gave it our all.

>>3450700
I disagree. She was shrieking about other girls approaching us, but I don't think it would make a lot of sense for her to go to war with herself.

>>3450706
Have you forgotten that this whole thread and the latter half of the last one have been all about how it's a bad idea to get freaky with everything that moves?

>>3450721
Might have drank that thought out of my head, yeah.

>>3450721
she very easily could not see the others are parts of herself is the thing. peoples inward emotions and traits often come to odds with one another, especially something as volatile as jealousy and rage.

>>3450670
>>3450675
>>3450679
>>3450681
>>3450682
>Writing... ... ...

>>3450732

"What's this place, I mean."

"Where we are?" Hanami maps our her thoughts, eyes squinting. "Amalthea... Amalthea plains."

"Okay. What are the Amalthea plains?" furthering the complexity of my search.

"I don't know. I just know that it is. What I do know is that it changes periodically. A vast, comfy range like how it is currently is rare. For a while, I've been getting tired of the same old cityscape. But since my little brother's here, no matter where I am, it won't be as boring!"

The Ira jumps up as she exclaims, finding myself between her tits when she impacts the fluffy earth. Stuck, I just come to terms with this opportunity. She isn't unhappy about her sibling being within her schism, pressing the rift to squish me out of amusement.

I divert the flow of our activity; "Why are you so big?" I said before she could exact the greater Hanami's exploitation. And I don't want to know what'll happen if I pass out here.

"I've always been this way, Tairou. Since... Since when?" Knocking her cranium with her knuckle, the Ira doesn't rediscover her birth. "Since always, I guess. I tried wearing clothes, but it'd rip or break whenever I get into a fight. Being free in body is the way to go, isn't it~?"

"Are there other Hanamis?"

"Other Hanamis? But I'm Hanami..." Ira's mood swings drastically, frowning.

"Is something wrong, S-Sis?" genuinely confused. "Did I do something?"

"I'm the only Hanami. The only one...! Are you trying to acquaint yourself with those posers?! Are you?! Are you?! ARE YOU?! Are you... You're looking for her?! YOU'RE LOOKING FOR THAT BITCH, HUH?!"

Spilling from her cleavage, I collide with the padded clouds. The giant image of my sister is angry, eclipsing my shadow with hers.

> "No, no, no! You got it wrong! I just wanted to be versed in the plain's inhabitants! Of course, you're the only Hanami, Hanami!"
> "D-Don't get too infuriated, Sis. What I said was wrong! It was a joke. A joke! Laugh as you did a moment ago! H-Hahahaha~"
> "Who's her? There are actually more people here?"
> (another option)

>>3450801
I knew it amalthean fertility was this

>>3450801
told you folks. dont even potentially imply other women with the jealous rage giant.

> "No, no, no! You got it wrong! I just wanted to be versed in the plain's inhabitants! Of course, you're the only Hanami, Hanami!"

>>3450801
> "Who's her? There are actually more people here?"
Turn it onto her to make her shrink out of embarrassment/fear/anything else applicable!

>>3450801
>> "No, no, no! You got it wrong! I just wanted to be versed in the plain's inhabitants! Of course, you're the only Hanami, Hanami!"
wonder what it would be called if we chose the wolf or pig or even if it would be changed

>>3450809
Maybe not shrink, but stop her tirade before it starts! The second option is definitely the worst option

>>3450801
> "No, no, no! You got it wrong! I just wanted to be versed in the plain's inhabitants! Of course, you're the only Hanami, Hanami!"
> "Who's her? There are actually more people here?"

>>3450801
> "Who's her? There are actually more people here?"

>>3450805
>>3450809
>>3450811
>>3450818
>>3450824

"No, no, no! You got it wrong! I just wanted to be versed in the plain's inhabitants! Of course, you're the only Hanami, Hanami!" The Ira of my elder sister crouches on the ground with all clawing fours, casting pressure over me with her face shading the illusionary zenith. Demonic oculi sharpen, switching frames of her little brother to that of a lecherous bug, or a comrade in her views. Ages pass, although I stood for an estimated minute. In that interval of reflection, trepidation; I'll be upon her horns if I abate.

"Is that... true? You're not lying, are you? You're not lying to your sister, right? RIGHT?!"

"I'm not lying. I'm not! Believe me! I was just... surprised that there are more people here!"

Her mood swings fro. The irascible handles me again, rekindling her kindness towards her younger sibling. The spikes of anger make me wary; two of these close calls are enough for a gentleman such as I.

"Obviously~! Why should I doubt you, Tairou~ You'll never side with those whores, that's expected! Our love is understanding! Tehehehe~"

Homely, reinstated on her breasts, I went on about my inquiry with precaution. "So... Who's 'her?' Not that I have any interest in her. I just wanted to know if there are other people here. You seemed awfully lonely here, and that was why I addressed it. Wouldn't these people accompany you?"

"How loving~" coddling my head with a finger. "Those are dangerous people, Tairou. I wouldn't want you to know, or let alone encounter them. But for the sake of your safety, I'll relent. Juuust. For. You~" Adjusting my seat, I listen. "There are indeed more people here-- they look like me, but different. What's so irritating is that they claim they're the only Hanami as well. Unbelievable, no? The most notable one is that whore... Strolling around with fancy garments that show most, if not all her skin. Why doesn't she go nude already, eh? Is she too much of a 'better' person? Is she?! She... She... She's a bitch! I'll grind her to dust! I'll do it! I'LL REALLY DO IT THE MOMENT I CAN!
"B-But... You knooow what~? I have you now. Not her. They all want you, thinking that they're the realest when I'm here. They think they're smart too! They're all dummies with, 'knowing their purpose~' Hehe~"

> "Can you go into detail about them? Or... her? So that I can run the second I see them."
> "You're... protective, huh?"
> Sigh and nap.
> (another option)

>>3451744
>> Sigh and nap.
yeah no we've been through enough for one day. were probably stuck with her until rescued now anyways, may aswell just lay back and enjoy the best bed in the house for now.

>>3451744
> "Can you go into detail about them? Or... her? So that I can run the second I see them."

>>3451744
> "Can you go into detail about them? Or... her? So that I can run the second I see them."

>>3451744
>Sigh and nap.

Say, how about we go on a quest to gather all the Hanamis together and tell them the truth?

>>3451744
> "You're... protective, huh?"

>>3451744
> "You're... protective, huh?"

>>3451900
The "truth" being...?

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>>3451982
That they're all parts of the whole, duh.

>>3451951
>>3451958
>>3451779
>>3451805
>>3451766
>>3451841
>Writing... ... ...

>>3451987
Because that worked so well with the first one, right? It's not like the suggestion that other Hanamis are also Hanami sent one into a murderous rage not two updates ago that we only just barely escaped, right?

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>>3452009

"You're... protective, huh?" Hanami nods profusely. "Can you go into detail about them? Or... her? So that I can run the second I see the enemy."

"Ooh! Good thinking, Tairou! The whore's horns are like mine, but smaller and semi-deerlike. However, her dress is much more noticeable; is it even considered a dress? It's more like glorified underwear, or a themed swimsuit. No... a scanty princess dress! Can you picture it? A baby-blue, revealing, princess dress!"

"Somewhat. I won't know until I see her--"

"-- And you won't~ Because you have me! Say, do you love me? I do-- lots!"

"I... Yeah. Sure, I do."

"What kind, Tairou? To me, the barrier that is brother and sister is just another wall to smash. I'll smash anything that upsets you. Is there anything that upsets you?"

My tongue shrinks with anguine mannerisms, producing what I deduce is the best response. "Hehe, not much. And how I love you is a secret~!" Thereafter, I sigh; exasperation boils, and I need a nap.

Kneading Ira-Hanami's endowment, I make myself comfortable and lay down. Soon, my eyelids drop due to its suppleness.

>Roll 1d100

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>>3452026
>implying they all act the same
Look at it this way: if we gather them together and explain that they're all parts of the same one person, that loving that one person means that we're loving all of them and that that one person will benefit greatly with their cooperation, we'll be more likely to make it out of here without causing a disaster (eg. Hanami pulling one of her key emotions into the outside worl with us).

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>3452046

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>3452046
Oh boy.

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>3452046
Im still not sure if we got a good or bad Hanami.

>>3452053
>>3452055
>>3452072
>95
>Writing... ... ...

>>3452048
>implying the fact that they don't act the same is somehow evidence that the others are all sensible
You've put a ridiculous amount of faith in creatures that lack a human being's combined mental capacity. But disregarding that, Ira-Hanami is the only one who needs to not understand in order to cause problems by going apeshit on the rest or us.
>explain that they're all parts of the same one person
A concept like that seems way above Ira-Hanami's head. Considering that all the other Hanamis are parts instead of a whole, their odds of having a human's combined cognitive abilities aren't good either.
>that loving that one person means that we're loving all of them
Admit to Ira-Hanami that we love the posers, including the "bitch"? Wonderful idea.
>we'll be more likely to make it out of here without causing a disaster
Are you suggesting that gathering a bunch of things Ira-Hanami hates and giving her a reason to go berserk on them is somehow safer and better for our health than just saying "I need to go, I'll promise I'll come back" or something similar to get her to let us go?

>>3452077

Something is tugging at my leg. From that disturbance, I bestir, shambling in the air. The rope around my foot is being reeled, pulling upwards so that I can return to the outside world. Ira-Hanami hasn't noted my departure, snoozing on the ground that becomes ever-obscured the farther I am.

My command completed, and three minutes ticked by the clock, my exterior sister wrings me through her gate. Kitasawa hasn't been removed, the room from whence I left unchanged.

Untying the chord at my ankle, the Hanami that I thoroughly know wraps around me for reignited intimacy, in spite of what happened to me and my servant. "What did you see in there, Rou?" she said, setting me loose.

> "Not much. Just a huge haven with fluffy clouds."
> "A giant you. A tall, massive, easily-angered you, Sis. She's quite endearing."
> "I want to go back~"
> (another option)

>>3452112
> "A giant you. A tall, massive, easily-angered you, Sis. She's quite endearing."
>>3452089
Seems like you were lucky with that 95. Pray that we never need to go back there again.

>>3452112
> "A giant you. A tall, massive, easily-angered you, Sis. She's quite endearing."

>>3452112
> "A giant you. A tall, massive, easily-angered you, Sis. She's quite endearing."

Is Ira-Hanami our nuclear option? Would we actually be able to extract her into our world if it came down to it? Or would trying that just cause her to override Hanami's personality?

>>3452112
> "A giant you. A tall, massive, easily-angered you, Sis. She's quite endearing."

>>3452143
I'm not sure summoning Kaiju Sisters is a good idea.

>>3452162
It's a terrible idea. That's why it's the nuclear option.

>>3452123
>>3452137
>>3452143
>>3452156
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>>3452415

"A giant you. A tall, massive, easily-angered you, Sis. She's quite endearing," I told.

"A giant me?"

I inform Hanami about who I have encountered. Within the valley of clouds, a version of her, but as a giant: childish, playful, and volatile. I try to explain that there are other replicas of her as well. However, with no first-hand sightings, I couldn't do much except for narrating Ira-Hanami's speeches.

Once I'm done, my sister looks at herself. "... So there are other mes inside me?"

"Uh-huh. They may be a fraction of your id, and, or, personality. Ira-Hanami's your angry side."

Exceeding my suppositions, Sis does the unimaginable and embarks and retrieving The Ira. I warned her not to, nevertheless, the sheep seeks.

Regrettably, for her, The Ira isn't brought. At least, I think. Although she may have not gotten the person regardless of her conscious demand, a vial took the place of her desire. A small vial that fits in her palm; sealed with a cork and containing a red liquid.

> Tell Hanami to put that away.
> Tell Hanami to drink it?
> Tell Hanami to give that to you.
> (another option)

>>3452440
>Tell Hanami to put that away.
Uh uh, I'm not having the house break due to a bout of curiousity; you'll have to outvote me.

>>3452440
>Tell Hanami to put that away.

>>3452440
> Tell Hanami to put that away.
We've had enough near-death experiences and risks taken for one day.

>>3452450
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>>3452464
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>>3452475

I tell Hanami to put the vial away. I've said it many times to myself, and I'll say it again: today has been exhausting; life-threatening at too many points in time. The test will be postponed to a later day if that vial turns my sister into her Ira. Besides, we can experiment somewhere more open. Drinking it here will break the house.

>>>

The appointed hour has struck. Alone, I wander through the city's streets to the local park. The sense of deja vu messes with my brain's reception, the second weave in this pattern of events implying a familiarity. It's similar to that night, where Red kidnapped me.

The park here isn't too far from home. A wide, spacy place of well-kept grass, and within it, a lake. At its borders, some foresty; passing the trees is another section of the city. A trip that can be made if one hikes through it.

At the destination, I keep my guard up whilst trudging through the park's pavement, dividing to the left fork which takes me away from the aforementioned body of water. Mary isn't in sight, nor did I see Makita anytime earlier.

"Fwip"

An arrow orders me to halt, staking the cement; a deed that isn't possible by a normal bowman. And speaking of those artists, he -- or she -- is mounted on top of a branch.

Overwhelmed by a green coat, the nature-heralding color can be made out in the dark. Stopping there, the representation of cloth is overtaken by a knightly suit, the shooter's identity protected by ominous iron.

It draws its bow; the length is slightly shorter than its user from head to toe. Further, just as inviting in its steel form as its owner. "Get ready..." saying with a metal-echoing voice, sounding deeper then what's inside.

There is no quiver on the knight's hip. From thin air, ammunition is loaded at his fingers and string, aiming at me.

> Take for cover.
> Escape the park.
> Dash towards your opponent.

>>3452523
First > Take for cover.

> Escape the park. Then ningerundayo away

>>3452523
>Blow the arrow away and him into the lake
Let's just drown the fucker right here and now

>>3452523
>dash down the fucker

>>3452533
This but run away after we try to blow him away.

>>3452523
> Take for cover.
I'd vote for blowing, but I'd rather not reveal what's effectively our trump card yet. We don't know yet how fast our enemy can move, and we'll be in a much better position if we're in the woods as the wolf against someone in a suit of armor. Mary (and perhaps Makita) is around for backup, so if we can create an opening, she can pounce and probably restrain our foe.

>>3452523
> Take for cover.

>>3452523
> Take for cover.
>>3452566
Mostly for what this person said. We need to know more about our foe.

>>3452566
>>3452577
>>3452580
>Writing... ... ...

>>3452612

I scatter myself at the projectile's instance, taking cover behind whatever I can find. To benches, trashcans, and wide trunks of trees, being chased by a flurry of summoned arrows. The restrooms gave shelter from the Bowman's rain, withstanding the pounding force as its walls become that of a porcupine.

My foe isn't dumb, maneuvering around the building to line up his shots. He perches himself from branch to branch, defying physics for the weight of that armor should be too much of a load for wooden limbs.

"Tch," I overhear. "This is harder than I thought..."

Stationing himself on a hill that sits by the lake, the foe charges a shot. His bolt becomes brighter, flaring with righteous light to the point of illuminating most of the environment.

The holy missile released from its cannon, it flies through the air in sonic speeds. It pierces the building that I had taken refuge from, blowing it away. Where it finally crashes creates a crater that beds the broken shaft.

During the spectacle, I have been blown back by the ripped atmosphere. Quickly, I rebound, resuming the game of Cat and Mouse.

> Continue hiding.
> Dash towards the Bowman.
> Huff and roar at the opponent.
> (another option)

>>3452699
>Keep dodging til you get a moment, right as he lands on a new branch or position and thus is not prepared to jump again.
> Huff and roar at the opponent.

>>3452711
+1.

I don't remember, can Mary hide in water? If so, getting this guy to stand by the water's edge might be his undoing.

>>3452711
Support, but try to blow him closer to the lake

>>3452699
> Huff and roar at the opponent

>>3452711
>>3452725
>>3452735
>>3452739
>Writing... .... ...

>>3452753

This is the drill of a lifetime, my heart pounding fervently within my thoracic cavity. If pushed more, then I would probably arrest its beat. Still, there's a chance. A strike right as he repositions. He won't be able to react in accordance with his motion, and at that moment, I'll steal his role.

My Grimm's enhancements doing their work, I look out using a nocturnal scope. The image of the Bowman's toes contacting their twentieth branch is a conceptual flash; a queue that signals a turn of my battle. Pivoting, I stomp to establish a stubborn stance. The warmth of energy accumulates within my mouth as I inhale

A roaring blast punches the knight out of the far-between trees. My fanfare is short-lived, however, plummeting to my knees to hack up black gunk and rocks. No worries! Just a couple more puffs and my pipe will be clean.

The trajectory's end arriving at the lake, the armored Bowman splashes into the deceitfully deep depths. He swims to the edge, the skills in his strokes leading him to dry land in a matter of seconds. But as he boosts himself to the embankment, a gathering of hands keeps him anchored by the shore.

By the dozen, Marys spawn from the reflective -- albeit rippling -- surface of the water. They're in swimsuits, a certain one coming to join me by my puddle of black sludge. "Was wondering when you'll do that. Thought I would have to break position!"

"Who are you?!" the Knight commanded.

"Shut up. I'll get to you in a minute if the resistance stops," Mary conditioned.

In the face of the vixen's smug grin, the Bowman rekindles an alabaster charge. The arrow parts a portion of the lake, giving him an opportunity to unchain himself from Mary's kaleidoscopic copies.

> Pull Mary and start dodging again.
> Dash towards the Knight.
> Roar again.
> (another option)

>>3452838
> Dash towards the Knight.
Sometimes the best defense is offense

>>3452838
> Dash towards the Knight.

>>3452838
> Dash towards the Knight.
Let's let him have it. He's broken free, but he's now aware just how vulnerable he is when he jumps and if he tries to stay still, the Marys will get him.

>>3452848
>>3452853
>>3452857
>Writing... ... ...

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>>3452887

I dash towards the knight, coming into close combat upon entering his proximity. He can't possibly draw his bow, as doing so would make him vulnerable to me. And in a state like this, the moment there's a weakness, your failure is assured. The longbow is good at clubbing, I may add; the guy strings some pretty good combos against my untrained ass.

Inexperienced, I am just a distraction until Mary gets going. A batch rises from the lake, climbing up the damage that the Bowman has done, combat knives flourishing. As the current hindrance, I get pushed to the side so that he can get some space. The original Mary brandishes her gun to incapacitate him. The others follow suit.

As their own task force, the Marys organize to secure their target. The Knight can smite as much of the foxes as he wants, but as long as light bends from one object to another, more will come for backup. There isn't a conscious effort to preserve the park's beauty, destructive depressions blemishing the field.

> Attempt to reengage.
> Huff'n Puff.
> Try to disarm The Knight.
> (another option)

>>3452992
>Rush at him, go for his legs and try to drown the motherfucker. You can hold your breath longer anyways.

>>3452992
> Go for the legs. Trip him so the Marys can swarm him.

>>3452992
> Try to disarm The Knight.

>>3452992
> Try to disarm The Knight.
>pick up one of the rocks we coughed up and use it to smash his hand, that way we dont have to fight his grip as much.

>>3453001
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>>3453047
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>>3453103

A lap around my black sludge, to and back, picking up a stone from the excess. Thus forth, I rush after the knight -- at a good time too, catching him when he was about to jump to another post. "Get off!" he said, smacking me in an effort to cut me loose.

Predicting his next punch, I rock to the right, continuing to bang the stone at his leather gloves like a caveman. Thirty-five seconds flat of tugging at each other, the bluntness of my swings are too much to bear. The adversary's hand lets go of his bow, retracting to save itself from my weathering. Kicking the instrument of war to my left, I do not pause.

We exchange in fisticuffs, a one-two jab at me and a one-two jab at him. The little bout is terminated speedily, my strategy to wrestle at his legs: to repel him back to the lake. "Hey, Stupid! What do you think you're doing?!"

Power centered on my brachial and exerted out, I sustain myself with as much air I could amass prior to diving into the cold water. Who I'm drowning will pass out before I, the prospect that will be devoted.

Liquids are hefty, sapping your strength even if it's the smallest move. Combatting the struggle of this fantastical specimen does just that for the both of us, taking more out of me than I foresaw. Ultimately, under good favor, my plan works. I deliver the knight from this aquatic frame to resuscitate.

Mary speaks with me, her replicas diminished now that the target is neutralized. I've rested him on a bench, monitoring the duration of his unconscious phase. From the top of the personage, a silver ray scans the body of the captured; a girl was within that incorrectly scaled shell: Kita.

"You're familiar with her?" the agent questioned upon analyzing my expression.

> "I may or may not have sold pictures of her little sister."
> "Professional tomboy and less than sufficient disciplinary member."
> "Yeah. Our fourth model."
> (another option)

>>3453188
> "I may or may not have sold pictures of her little sister
>If she has a bound Grimmn then confiscate that shit immediately

>>3453188
>"a Bitch that really doesn't know when to leave me alone."
>"Been waiting a long time actually get get my hands on her, this ones more personal than Red."
>"i think making her our fourth model would be sweetly ironic, considering why she despises me."

>>3453188
> "Professional tomboy and less than sufficient disciplinary member."
> Look for the bow and take it if it's still around.

>>3453188
>>3453216
>>3453223
> "Professional tomboy and less than sufficient disciplinary member."
>take anything that might be considered a weapon
>>3453218
>Been waiting a long time actually get get my hands on her-
"No".

>>3453218
Now that I think about it, this situation is all too familiar to Red's and I don't expect Mother Goose to repeat things. I could see Red teaming up with Kita to recover their grimms and punish us afterwards. Thankfully because of Wolf's Bride there's no way in hell Red would anyone kill us unless she enjoys living in constant need.

>>3453236
>>3453234
repeat? probably not. but at the same time she has been a thorn in our side for awhile, and just like red, unless we find a way to corral her down, she clearly now wont stop being one. even red still tries to fight and kill us when she can, letting this girl go even without her Grimm wont do us any favors for sure.

i suppose asking Mary to get her locked up would be an acceptable alternative, so long as we dont just let her loose.

>>3453244
I'll be honest, I don't care to turn Kita into another cock sleeve. I like smut as much as the next guy, but I think we need to focus more on the other aspects this quest has to offer.

Besides we still need to destroy Red's will to fight back and have her accept us as her master.

>>3453250
its honestly not about the smut, but sweet revenge and the irony of 'proving her right by making her a part of it' kinda thing. a 'you wanted to know the truth, well now taste what it is' moment. plus regardless like i said, whether we do that or not, just like Red, you dont just let a threat walk away to continue being a threat.

also im not sure we can or ever will fully break Red. if everything so far still leaves her with a will to fight(so long as she thinks she can get to her cloak), i dont think we can break her unless we actually find a way to destroy the cloak. unless we can do that, we have to live with the fact she will always keep trying to defy us, and act accordingly.

>>3453250
I'm still for turning Red into a member of the family rather than just a slave. She's fun when she's fiesty, but I could do without the constant trying to run away and kill us.

As for Kita, I'm not sure what we should do with her yet. It'd be great to have her as a model so we can branch out into that demographic, but I don't want to get shot in the back while preparing for a photo shoot. At the very least, I think we should have a very frank conversation with her when she wakes. I recommend that we genuinely look down on her for trying to take our life just because we made her mad and make her realize that in doing so she's revealed herself to be a far greater menace to society than she ever imagined us to be. Based on her reaction, we can decide where to go from there.

>>3453264
+1
Well said!

What we lack right now
A haughty rich ojou-san who laughs with ohohoho
A kuudere who is secretly stalks Rou-chan (or is this Hanami? But she is relegated to ara-ara onee-san)
Childhood friend

Since we have

[] Tsundere: Kitasawa
[] Genki Seductively Onee-san: Mary
[] Your sister incestuous partner: Hanami
[] Probably your vanilla and main otp: Goldy
[] Tomboy and tanned who likes sports: Kita
[]Mother: nope don't do this
[] Teacher: Morioka pls
[] That random faceless schoolgirl who also likes Morioka but afraid to confess......poor her, never to bee mentioned in the story

Think I have a idea about the 3 grimms. Ragnarok, the wolf is fenris, the snake is jorgunmandr, and coyote is Loki.

>>3453188
> "Professional tomboy and less than sufficient disciplinary member."
> "I may or may not have sold pictures of her little sister."
The problem with kita is that she has family at home at least a sister so we can't just keep her like kitasawa

>>3453216
>>3453223
>>3453234
>>3453503

"A professional tomboy and a less than sufficient disciplinary member. I may have or may have not sold pictures of her little sister, but that's a story for another time." From the bench, I go to where I had tossed Kita's bow. No trace of it is left, dispersed alongside her suit of armor. In its place, an imprint of the tool that's shaped by crushed grass, proving that it was indeed a part of the present throughout the hour. It's not in a like fashion to Kitasawa's; not bound nor expropriative, apparently, until summoned.

I discharge my absence by the agent, Mary. "Emptyhanded?" she remarked.

"Disappeared from where I had left it. When Kita's plated armor started to dissipate, I assume. Is there another step to go from here? I don't think that it's possible to whisk her away as I did with Red. Even then, my collared girl still has a mother out there."

"I have something that'll help. Hold the girl down for safety's sake, alright?"

Above the junction that is her elbows, I have my weight restrict reflexive movement. Mary goes over by a far bush. She had hidden a pack of sorts, laden with what I can narrow to as medical tools. Out first, anesthetic, a long needle pricking the tomboy's ear lobe and trashed right after. A twinge is unconsciously conveyed by the prisoner.

Out second from Mary's bag, an ear piercing. It's a bland piece of metal, although small and unnoticeable. Carefully, it is tagged upon Kita, the swift operation over.

I speak out for my investigative regard. "A tracker," the lady in the swimsuit said, packing up what she had left out. "She may be a special girl, but since she has a family, I wouldn't want to abduct her overnight. Kitasawa's been missing from her own home for what? three or four years? So it wouldn't make much of a difference with your pet."

"I'd prefer if you would use something else rather than using 'pet.' I'm not that evil-- like a tiny amount, but I'm a good boy."

"Haha~ Sure you are, Kid. Still, there has to be some equality if she's to keep calling me a slut... And your sister."

>Cont.

>>3453623

May 23rd, Monday, 2XXX

"Mister Wolf!" Running after me, a petite ball of joy jumps onto my back. It's been a bit too long since I have heard or seen Makita despite being just a day. Howbeit, it's not my business to pry into other's business.

"Could you get off? Pretty please~?" I requested, standing tall.

"Oh, sorry." Climbing down, Goldilocks propers herself to my left side. "How were you yesterday?"

"Should I be asking you that? How were you? That aside, me and Mary encountered another Grimm-user. The fox tagged the target, so the guy wouldn't be lost this morning. But... Nevermind," shaking my head. I'd pay millions of dollars to see Kita wake up in the middle of a destroyed park. I hope that she made it back home~

"Mary kinda told me that on the phone." Explaining, Makita went on a shopping trip with her Dad. She claims that her wardrobe is quite small, but I say otherwise. "And... Um... Also, I wanted to surprise you, Mister Wolf."

"Surprise? How?"

Looking around the barren backstreet, Makita searches for passersby. Assured, she flashes me: no underwear beneath her uniform, both top, and bottom. "I-I didn't want to lose to Kitasawa... Do you like it...?"

> "Uh... Save the surprise for later, okay?"
> "A nice gift. But didn't think you'd be this confident."
> "An exhibitionist out of yourself?"
> (another option)

>>3453632
>Give her a kiss on the cheek or on the lips

>>3453632
> "A nice gift. But didn't think you'd be this confident."

>>3453632
> "A nice gift. But didn't think you'd be this confident."