You woke on your side. You were always sleeping on your side now. Your twins made it uncomfortable to lay in any other position, and you knew it would only get worse as your pregnancy dragged on. You took a deep breath, sorting out the haze of events from last night. You'd made it to the Gaijin mission, but it'd taken nearly ever scrap of energy you had in you. What should've been a day's ride turned into a two day hike through knee-deep snow. When you arrived a kindly man and a massive brute of a German offered you a meal that you'd scarfed down greedily and then...You smiled, idly stroking your belly. Then your body finally realized just how exhausted you were. With the adrenaline of being hunted gone you'd nearly passed out at the table. You were barely able to stand up, and the big German--Wulf, you remembered--had to help you up the stairs. Well, not *had* to. You'd insisted that you could make it under your own power, but he insisted that letting a pregnant woman fall wouldn't look good in his ledger. Eventually out of... respect for the tenuous position his god had put him in you allowed him to help you up the stairs and into a room. You'd thanked him, placed your swords where you could reach, and promptly passed out into the rough-made bed. It wasn't the most luxurious, but you were used to sleeping under the stars.You eased yourself to your feet, feeling crusty all over. You hadn't had a change of clothes in three days. Your sarashi were itchy, your skin was sticky with dried sweat. Suddenly, a swift kick in the gut from the more rambunctious of your two twins reminded you that you hadn't eaten breakfast yet. You weren't quite starving, but... you had three very hungry mouths to feed."Soon, soon," you cooed in a most un-warrior-like manner. You could smell cooking porridge and what you guessed was some kind of spiced meat. The mission must be ramping up for breakfast. There certainly seemed to be people about, you heard feet on the floor outside and muffled chanting. >just eat quickly. Maybe you can slip into town without being noticed.>find Wulf and share a meal with him. You still had questions. Maybe he'll know a place to clean up.
>>3770032>>find Wulf and share a meal with him. You still had questions. Maybe he'll know a place to clean up.What description and tags would you want for the archive?
>>3770032>>just eat quickly. Maybe you can slip into town without being noticed.
>>3770056>>>3770032 (OP) (You)>>>find Wulf and share a meal with him. You still had questions. Maybe he'll know a place to clean up.>What description and tags would you want for the archive?Collective game and samurai widow quest should be enough I think.
>>3770032>>find Wulf and share a meal with him. You still had questions. Maybe he'll know a place to clean up.
>>3770032>>find Wulf and share a meal with him. You still had questions. Maybe he'll know a place to clean up.donehttp://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3755939/
>>3770059It is donehttp://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3755939
You took a moment tidy your rumpled outfit as best you could and make sure your swords were neatly fastened at your hip. You hadn't seen any signs that these gaijin had evil designs for you or your babies, but you'd rather be safe than sorry.For a moment you thought about slipping out into town. But a lone pregnant woman was bound to draw attention, and your coin purse was so light you wouldn't be able to do much. Instead you decided to seek out the big German from the other night.It was no great surprise when Wulf met up with you shortly after you left the small room you'd been given. He had the observant nature of a fighter. Not wary, but always watching. "Kasumi," he said with a crooked smile. "would you join us for breakfast?""we," you glanced meaningfully ar your middle, "would like nothing more."Wulf laughed and took up position a respectful distance beside you. You could tell he was watching you closely while you decended the stairs, but you'd rested up and didn't need a helping hand this time.The long tables from last night were more full than not. A good number of Japanese-mostly poor looking peasants-were bent over bowls and plates. They eyed you warily, obviously more interested in your blades than anything. You didn't blame them, not all samurai were as honorable as you."Sit," Wulf pulled a chair out for you at the edge of the room, away from the rest. "I'll bring you something, hmm?"You noticed a ripple of calm among the peasants now that there was a sturdy table between you and them. You decided to allow Wulf to serve you, though you were perfectly capable of doing so yourself.Wulf returned a few moments later with a plate of bread, beans, and cabbage. "did you sleep well?" he asked, clearly trying to strike up a conversation.>be polite, but sussinct. Keep your cards close to your chest and don't risk spilling anything.>be open. He's clearly not a servant of lord Haikon, and you could use a friend.>do something else (write in)
>>3770074>>3770079I have the best players, thanks!
>>3770108>be polite, but sussinct. Keep your cards close to your chest and don't risk spilling anything.>do something else (write in)Ask how the mission survives and gets along with its neighbors
>>3770108>be polite, but sussinct. Keep your cards close to your chest and don't risk spilling anythingAsk him if he could accompany us in the town? Carrying a sword everywhere would be too noticeable.
>>3770108>>3770111>>3770116seconding + write-ins
>>3770108>be open. He's clearly not a servant of lord Haikon, and you could use a friend.
"yes," you said, glancing briefly to your belly. "as well as could be expected under the circumstances." you took a quick bite of the tough bread and quickly changed the subject. "this mission," you asked, "how does it operate?"You saw a glint in wulf's beady eyes. He could tell you'd changed the subject to be evasive, but he didn't press you on anything. "the church supports us," he said. "some of the brothers have skills to support us with."You suddenly remembered the arquebus you'd taken from the assassins sent to kill you. You didn't know the first thing about firearms, but they were a gsijin invention. Maybe you could ask someone about that. But later, you wanted to feel out these people first. "the daimyo allow you to work?""for the most part," said wulf, "we care for the sick, the poor. We do what they'd rather not be troubled with.""and when you do more?" you motioned to the cross hanging on a wall. It was a striking idol for something so simple, you'd give them that. "maybe we ease off. Maybe we spread a little coin around." wulf shrugged. "we're here to do the lord's work on the lord's time." You nodded. You could appreciate that ethic, though the weigh in your belly reminded you that your work was on a much tighter time table. "Kasumi," wulf looked sheepish. It didn't suit a man so large and craggy. You noticed him glance at your sword a few times. "ah, it's not every day a pregnant woman with a sword wound on her face rides cross country." >tell the truth>lie>don't answer
>>3770140>tell the truthFuck it, we should say a little bit at least. That Lord will probably send some goons and maybe offer gold for information about our whereabouts. Better to get them to like us and maybe get an in with our childs claims.>>3770140Can you tell us when you're writing and what choice won, QM?
>>3770145Yeah will do.
>>3770140>tell the truthBut not right now in front of these other people. Just be vague and tell the whole truth when we're alone and with Wulf and the father.
>>3770140>>tell the truth
Votes called for "tell the truth, but discreetly"
"No," your said with a wry chuckle. "I imagine it's not." you helped yourself to another mouthful. Your twins had calmed down now that you'd convinced then mama wasn't going on another grueling hike with naught in your belly but very precocious ballasts. You were pretty sure one of them had even fallen asleep. If only you could be so calm."I had to run," you said. "run with what I had on my back, lest my life and that of my twins be forfeit." "your... Husband?" asked wulf carefully. It took you a second to realize what he was approaching. He thought your husband threw you out in a drunken rage. Considering the clientele of the mission it would be an obvious thought, and you could tell he only asked because he wanted to help.Still your blood boiled at the thought. "my husband is a good man," you all but snarled. "was..." you caught yourself cradling your belly like a drowning man clinging to a scrap of flotsam. "No, three men came to kill me," you kept your voice low so only he could hear.Wulf muttered a sound of shock and disgust. "who would do such a thing.""men without honor," you said. "mercenaries probably."Wulf's face hardened at that. He looked angry and ashamed. His meaty paw closed into a fist on the table. "what will you do next?">go into town. You've got a little money, you could at least get some new sarashi, start planning your revenge.>ask wulf to take you into town, maybe his presence would throw off anyone looking for you>business can come later, what you really need now is a bath. See if you can find a place to clean up.
>>3770202>business can come later, what you really need now is a bath. See if you can find a place to clean up.
>>3770202>ask wulf to take you into town, maybe his presence would throw off anyone looking for you
>>3770202>>business can come later, what you really need now is a bath. See if you can find a place to clean up.
Votes called for taking a bath!
New thread already? Previous one won't die till sometime next week.
"next..."you mused, resting your hands on your belly's northern hemisphere and idly stroking your sleeping twins through your kimono. "next I take the bath I'm long overdue for, as I'm sure you noticed."Wulf's nose wrinkled. "I wasn't going to say anything, you being out guest and such." he stood, offering you a hand to help you out of your chair.You didn't need his help, but only just. The hearty gaijin meal was heavy in your stomach and you'd forgotten how pregnant you were. You were more used to kneeling than sitting and you nearly made a fool of yourself.Wulf laughed. "I'm afraid we don't have a bathhouse like the one in town. It'll take time to heat wstery""you needn't worry," you said. "a cool bath would be bracing I think." it was a half truth. You'd bathed in your share of mountain streams before, the cold didn't bother you. But that wasn't the reason a steam bath soured your taste. So soon after being nearly killed in an onsen you'd rather something else. " you're a hardy woman," said Wulf. He lead you to a room and opened the door without looking inside. There a few good sized wooden tubs, one of which was occupied by a girl.She was a teenager, maybe a little older. Slim and lithe, but with the wiry strength of someone who worked hard for their living. Her eyes skipped over your belly to your swords. "hello," she said respectfully. "I... I didn't know there'd be others."Wulf grunted, still carefully not looking at anything. "I'll be out here.">respectfully ignore the girl. Communal bathing is nothing new to you, you just want get clean.>talk with her. She's from around here, she could tell you about (write in:subject)>on second thought, you'd rather head to town.
>>3770236Isn't new thread per run the norm?Actually, question for the thread: do you prefer one thread per run or the alternative?
>>3770250>respectfully ignore the girl. Communal bathing is nothing new to you, you just want get clean.>>3770253Threads have 5 days bump limit so it is allowed for qms to make threads every 5 days (the old one was no longer bump able). I prefer that to using the same thread until it gets archived.
>>3770253We can do it your way if you want, but depending on how often you do run, you could end up filling the board with like 5 of your threads.>respectfully ignore the girl. Communal bathing is nothing new to you, you just want get clean.>>3770259I prefer waiting till they reach one or two pages on the board before falling off.
Thanks, anons. I'll make sure I'm not spamming the board.
>>3770250>talk with her. She's from around here, she could tell you about (local gossip, town, traders etc)
>>3770250>talk with her. She's from around here, she could tell you about (write in:subject)Lord of this town, ships, market, nearby places from here
>>3770250>talk with her. She's from around here, she could tell you about (write in:subject)Who runs this town, and which faction they’re affiliated with, local trade and food, that sort of thing.
Looks like talking won. Calling and writing!
Hey QM, how old is the MC? Like 20 or like 26 or...?
>>3770321I'm gonna bet she's mid 20s mostly because she's strong enough to hike her way in the condition she's in but experienced enough that she's more dangerous with a blade than most.
You're 28, but you're in great shape what with the whole "trained warrior" thing. Kasumi's more athetic five month pregnant (with twins no less) than most of /qst/.There a limit to her abilies though, her twins are very much a burden.
You set your swords aside, but close enough that you could still grab them in an instant. "hello," you said, slowly loosening the belt tied low around your unmistakable bump. You'd been wearing the same outfit for so long it felt like a second skin. Peeling off your kimono felt like a bath in itself. "I hope you don't mind the intrusion.""oh. N-no." she stammered, staring at you with wide eyes. You could follow her gaze crawl all over you, taking in you muscles with awe. Your arms, your back, your abs... Okay, your abs went away months ago, but the point stands. She looked at you like you were some kind of war kami. "I'm, I'm Maya.""Maya," you smiled and slipped into the cool water. The tub wasn't quite big enough and you ended up with your knees breasts and belly breaching the surface like fleshy islands. "it's nice to--""are you a samurai?" she cozied up to the edge of her tub. You saw the childlike interest of a simple farm girl."Yes, Maya-Chan," you said. Maybe it was your pregnancy supercharging your hormones, but you felt more maternal kindness than annoyance at her simple nature."wow," she gasped. "I've heard samurai can cut bullets in half."If only that were true. "I'm afraid thats--""are you having a baby?" Maya flipped from subject to subject with all the focus of a hummingbird. "you look like you're having a baby. My sister had a baby but she was bigger than you.""Yes, Maya," you said. "I'm having a baby, but not just yet. I have..." you though. Your quest to bring justice to lord Haikon wasn't something you wanted known publicly. You got the feeling Maya couldn't keep a secret if her life depended on it. Unfortunately, your brief pause was all the space she needed to start talking again."I'll never have a baby, I don't think I'll ever get married." Small wonder why. "are you married? Your husband must be so""Maya!" you snapped."sorry," she muttered. The girl might be simple but she knew when she'd crossed a line. "who rules this town?" you asked."oh, lord Kaito," said Maya. "sort of. He's... There's so many people coming and going nobody rules."(1/2)
Wait... so OP wasn't a faggot and this quest actually did pick up?!
(2/2)That tracks. Your lord had railed at length about the inability for lord Kaito to involve himself in anything that didn't come in a bottle or come with a skirt. At least that meant the local authorities wouldn't be looking for you. "This town does trade?" you asked."oh, yeah!" said Maya. "big ships all the time. From China, from the west... You ever been to the west? I don't know if I'd want go they smell funny and their food is so strange.""I haven't" you said, deciding to risk one more question. "what's around?""you mean around town?" somehow she starts talking faster. "oh, lots of stuff. Mountains, farms, I think there's an onsen a day's ride from here--"You winced at that."--I've never been though. I haven't been a lot of places. Really just the family fields and stuff."Great. She was a country bumkin with no knowledge beyond an apparent hatred of silence. You closed your eyes and sank into the water to get this over with.You were faintly aware of her jabbering on, but you'd done your best to tune her out like a kabuki stagehand while you scrubbed yourself clean.Finally you hauled yourself from the bath and dried off as best you could manage. Putting on your old clothes partially ruined the way you felt, but you weren't about to walk around naked. "good day, Maya," you said to eye country girl who was somehow still jabbering."all done?" Wulf asked.>I'd like to go into town now, maybe get some clean clothes. (you're strapped for cash, but not broke. At the least you could pick up some new sarashi)>do you know anything about firearms? (you still have that arquebus from the onsen.)>write in
>>3770407OP is kinda a faggot but it turns out /qst/ really wanted to be a pregnant Japanese womenRight now I'm trying to dial in just the right amount of horn to get maximum engagement
>>3770408>I'd like to go into town now, maybe get some clean clothes. (you're strapped for cash, but not broke. At the least you could pick up some new sarashi)
>>3770408>I'd like to go into town now, maybe get some clean clothes. (you're strapped for cash, but not broke. At the least you could pick up some new sarashi)>>3770360Wow, she old, did she not get married until recently?
>>3770436She didn't get knocked up on her wedding night, and I figured anon would be happier playing a more Ara Ara oneesan type than a young mother.Nothing I wrote specifies her age though I'm open to discussion..
>>3770408>do you know anything about firearms? (you still have that arquebus from the onsen.)>>3770414Gotta mention our breasts more
>>3770449>She didn't get knocked up on her wedding night, and I figured anon would be happier playing a more Ara Ara oneesan type than a young mother.My new headcannon is that she got pregnant during ultra angry training sex with her husband that spooked the local wildlife and the servants. And possibly some Youkai as well because holy sweet crispy fuck there are people who get broken bones doing what you two do in the cover of night girly.
>>3770457>>>3770414 (You)>Gotta mention our breasts moreYour wish is my command, anon. Pregnancy has done your fighter no sins >>3770459>>>3770449 (You)>>She didn't get knocked up on her wedding night, and I figured anon would be happier playing a more Ara Ara oneesan type than a young mother.>My new headcannon is that she got pregnant during ultra angry training sex with her husband that spooked the local wildlife and the servants. And possibly some Youkai as well because holy sweet crispy fuck there are people who get broken bones doing what you two do in the cover of night girly.That seems about accurate, yes.
>>3770449Sorry, I just have autism about things like this because Nobles married at like 14-16 and the Japanese used women like slaves basically, as well as having 10 kids as most people in those days did. You're right about the appeal, but if she studied martial arts and had a proper master, she might be wise beyond her years, so to speak, and could be a few years younger, 25 maybe. I'm also autism about biology, which is why I say that. This is obviously a fantastical quest though, so you could easily handwave it and I would not complain about it, just I felt compelled to say something now.>>3770457What the fuck dude, everyone notice her breasts being described as islands, but she's pregnant. QM said no lewding preggers
>>3770469She's a respected female samurai, let alone one still kicking ass while carrying twins, so this is already wildly fantastical.I could make her younger, maybe 24? Still old enough to be a woman with experience with a blade. And finally, I said no such thing about lewding the Mc!
>>3770469I didn't mention anything about lewding anon. I'm just helping the QM write an optimum amount of horny.
>>3770472Okay, let's settle on 26. She's at the top of the hill and has years of experience but she's not quite losing her youth yet and she'll have enough to defend her kids till they're adults.
>>3770472You said you didn't want images of pregnant samurai grils that were pornographic, so I just associated that with text, too. Silly me
>>377048326 sound good. The perfect mix of youthful strength and experience. Also calling votes for going into town.
>>3770492I was grumbling about it being hard to find tasteful images for this quest. I'm not writing porn here, but just because kasumi's preggers doesn't mean she can't find her way into someone's bed...
>>3770504Hentai!!!! Qm is a pervert
>>3770508I said hot pregnant sex, not handholding
>>3770504Here I tried to draw a pregnant female samurai with boobs holding a solder with those wooden shoes.
>>3770514Your effort is appreciated!
You grunted in the affirmative and reached up to cradle your chest through your kimono. You'd bound your sarashi as tightly as you could bear, but you swore your breasts were growing bigger by the day. You were certain they'd gotten far more tender, and the dirty cotton of your sarashi itched with each breath.You needed some new clothes. Between the gold you took of the assassins and what little you'd brought with you to the onsen... You probably wouldn't be able to get a complete change of clothes, but you could at least replace the parts riding close to your skin."Wulf, I..." the big gaijin was staring at the ceiling with cheeks the color of cherry blossoms. You did just grope yourself in front of him, so maybe that was to be expected. "sorry.""No need," he said kindy. "I've been on campaign, I imagine it's twice as uncomfortable for you."You shrugged. Discomfort wasn't something a samurai complained about. Not when there was nothing to be done about it. "I'd like to go into town," you said."I'll come with you," said Wulf without hesitation. The big German squared his shoulders. "I'm sure you could take care of yourself, but... After what you told me..." his face went dark like a shadow passed over his soul. "if anything happened to you, uh... I've got enough stains on my soul."You knew he meant well and took it in kind. "thank you, Wulf." you felt your twins shift inside you. Apperently naptime was over. "from all of us. I was actually going to ask you to come."Wulf smiled, gratified. "you going to bring those?" he pointed to the blades in your hip.>yes, bring both. A samurai without her sword is no samurai at all>leave the katana, take the wakizashi. It's smaller, which means less reach but also it's easier to hide.>no weapons. You're trained with the naked fist. Even pregnant you're confident in your abilities.
>>3770543>yes, bring both. A samurai without her sword is no samurai at allAttach them to a horse so they won't be so visible
>>3770543>leave the katana, take the wakizashi. It's smaller, which means less reach but also it's easier to hide.
>>3770543>leave the katana, take the wakizashi. It's smaller, which means less reach but also it's easier to hide.Isn't the wakizashi like, the true samurai sword or something? I forget its significance.
>>3770543>leave the katana, take the wakizashi. It's smaller, which means less reach but also it's easier to hide.>>3770558Only samurai can carry blades as long as a katana. But wakizashi is the one you use for commuting sudoku I think.
>>3770457>>>3770414 (You)>Gotta mention our breasts more>>3770543Yo. This more to your tastes?
So, questfags: I'm going to have to cut the session off pretty soon. Would you rather start the expedition into town now or make that a complete run?
>>3770586Save it for later. We might run into some goons.
>>3770586A little teaser/intro and leave the rest for the next session
>>3770607>>3770586Okay, I'm fine with this is QM is still looking for a decision. Just mention the track there and wulf talking about the town, then it ends as it comes into view.
I'm gonna call votes for >Just bring the Wakisazhiand >small teaser to the trip if I have time.
"Just the one," you said, patting the shorter of your two swords. If you nestled it under your kimono just so you should be able to hide it from casual observation. And if the observer was less than casual, well... There was a reason you'd practiced every day until your fingers bled. If anyone tried to threaten you or your precious passengers you'd cut them down in a blink. That was the idea anyway, you didn't want to think about how it might work in practice.The market square was a short walk from the mission, and while Wulf kept giving you side-eye glanced you managed it without issue. You'd hiked across frozen mountains last night while starving, a brisk stroll into town was nothing with a full belly. Well, full-ish. Your twins had largely monopolized your breakfast and your tummy was already starting to grumble. You shrugged it off for now and kept walking.You heard the market before you saw it. Voices in languages you didn't even know existed filled the air as merchants from elsewhere on the home islands competed with those from China, India, and the West for the coin of passers by. You saw silks, spices, every kind of thing you could imagine was on displayA man at a stand not far from you was frying up a vast bowl of noodles. Your mouth watered at the smell, your twins stirring inside you as your body processed the rich sent. It smelled right, not like the gaijin food filling your belly. The man at the stall must've noticed your hungry look. Were you licking your lips? You wouldn't put it past you. "Come, Come!" He waved you over with a tong. "Is good for baby!" He pointed to your swollen stomach, drawing the eyes of a few passers by. You blushed. You weren't aware that you were quite *that* pregnant. "I give good price.">EAT THE NOODS>Try to restrain yourself...Gonna call it here for the session. Vote will determine how I start the next post. Will post in this tread, further updates at my twitter (https://twitter.com/qmsamurai)Cheers, you've been a great audience!
>>3770725>EAT THE NOODSIf we say no, he'll fucking yell more and more and bring even more attention. Maybe Wulf can help pay for this, we don't have much.Did you draw that? What was the original image if you edited it?
Where's thread 1?
>>3770751Look in the catalog. It's also on suptg if you somehow can't find it.
>>3770732I just added the bump (which sorta looks more like she's fat or just ate too much instead of pregnant.) the original version is... Higher in the thread I think.
>>3770725>>Try to restrain yourself...
>>3770725>Try to restrain yourself...
>>3770725>>Try to restrain yourself...My danger senses are tingling
>>3770559No that's the tanto I think. Basically a dagger.>>3770725>Try to restrain yourself...Mention we have some shopping to do and if we have any left over we will stop by.
>>3770732Alright, I'll switch my vote to this:>>3771292Even though I think this is more to bring attention to the village that a pregnant woman has just come into town, then poisoned noodles>>3770858It does look more like she's fat, desu. That image isn't in this thread or the first one.
>>3771511>It does look more like she's fat, desu. That image isn't in this thread or the first one.This^Pregnant women usually have a more rounded belly to account for the size of the fetus.Fat niggas get rolls.
>>3771511>It does look more like she's fat, desu. That image isn't in this thread or the first one.>>3771606>Pregnant women usually have a more rounded belly to account for the size of the fetus.>Fat niggas get rolls.Yeah, it's not my best work.Gonna call votes for "Try to restrain yourself" too and work up an OP for the next run. I'll put it in this thread when I'm ready.As always, updates at my twitter: twitter.com/qmsamurai
This look better, art-critic-fags?
>>3771641It's a good start.
>>3771641It looks better, but I think the biggest problem is the top slouch that curves so far low, at least, from what I can tell.
>>3771654>>3771641and her breasts hang breddy low in that pic.
>>3771656I see it. Because of the way the Kimono hangs on the body, makes it look like the rest of it is there instead of the body being it's own thing.
>>3771659Yeah... I'm not totally happy with the edit, but it's better than nothing for now.
>>3771669It's cool man. At least you're putting effort into this weird ride.
>>3771674>>3771669I don't really think it's that weird, the concept is interesting. The effort in editing the images is appreciated, it shows ethics and diligence. Could maybe just find another image that might be easier to edit, idk.
>>3771676>I don't really think it's that weird, the concept is interesting.Fair enough. I still remember Anal Prolaspe Quest. And this quest was less strange than that.
What is Samurai Widow Quest: You are Sakura Kasumi, a samurai made masterless when the evil Lord Haikon killed your lord, husband, and everyone you knew in a sweeping grab for power. You had to run with nothing but the clothes on your back and a burning need for vengeance. Oh, and you're also five months pregnant with twins so you're on a bit of a clockArchive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Samurai%20widow%20questQM's twitter: twitter.com/QMSamurai=====You stared at the bubbling pot of noodles, trying not to lick your lips as the smell washed over you. You were hungry. Honestly, ever since you started eating for three you'd been in a perpetual state of at least mild craving. Unless you were actually eating right at that second, you'd always have a tiny voice in the back of your head reminding you that you *could* go for a bite. You'd gotten pretty good at ignoring it."No," you said with a dismissive wave. "Maybe later.""Is good price! Good price!" the seller insisted. "Baby grow big and strong! You come back later!" It was more of a command than a request."Hey," Wulf stepped forward. The big German had the face of a thug. Craggy, scarred, and lopsided from years of fighting. He'd never been anything but gentle to you, but it was obvious he could turn on the thuggish brute when the situation required it. "The lady said no," he growled."Oh... o-okay," the noodle seller muttered, shrinking under Wulf's broad shadow."Impressive," you muttered, cradling your belly protectively. You'd hoped to go more than two steps into the market before everyone was alerted to your condition. But that cat was out of the bag now.Wulf shrugged. "I wasn't always in the ministry."You looked him over. You'd been a warrior all your life, and your collection of scars was nothing compared to his. "That much is obvious." You pursed your lips, looking around for a stall or booth that'd sell clothes. You needed new sarashi and *bad*. Anything else was optional given your limited funds."Where too?" asked Wulf, hovering close to your off-side.You bit your lip and scanned the market. A display of shimmering silk caught your eye. A booth filled with beautiful kimono and elegantly embroidered yutaka. They'd have what you wanted, you were certain of it. But the both was placed right on a corner. The whole market would be able to see you, and it'd be hard for you and Wulf to watch all the angles. On the upside, the whole market would be able to see you, so the odds of getting stabbed in broad daylight were low.On the other hand, you noticed a shop a few streets down. Their selection might be limited, but the place looked like it catered to a lower-end clientele. Considering your limited funds, that would be for the best. It was enclosed too, easier to watch the entrance. Of course that also meant that if someone did get in they'd have a much easier job of gutting you.(1/2)
As a third option, you saw a westerner selling his goods from booth. He had a dour-looking man standing guard over the merchandise while he pitched. You doubted he'd have what you wanted, but you were certain neither he nor his security were on Haikon's payroll. If nothing else it would be a safe place to stop by.>Visit the corner booth, it's worth the risk.>Visit the clothing shop. If worst comes to worst you can fight your way out.>Visit the westerner's booth. Who knows, maybe you'll get
>>3771674>>3771676I'm glad you liked it! For what it's worth, I think this image captures what I'm going for Kasumi more. >>3771628 An elegant badass who just happens to have twins on the way.
>>3771694>Visit the clothing shop. If worst comes to worst you can fight your way out.
>>3771694>Visit the westerner's booth. Who knows, maybe you'll getGood for hiding. They won't expect the proud Sakura to wear gaijin clothing.
>>3771706>>3771694Hey, switch to westerners booth, he probably sells shit for cheap and it's the safest option. I also think if he sells westerner clothing, it might help us blend in with the nanban as just some poor soul and not worth noticing.
>>3771694>Visit the westerner's booth. Who knows, maybe you'll get
Votes called for checking out the gaijin's stall.
You motioned to Wulf and meandered towards the gaijin's stall as inconspicuously as a woman your size who'd just had your pregnancy announced to the whole square could. You got a few passing looks, but none that lingered for long. Thankfully you didn't notice anyone look away too quickly, like they were eager to get away and find someone to sell you out to. It took you longer than expected to make your way to the stall. People bustled all around you, and while your belly did give you a degree of courtesy there was only so much the crowd could do. Finally you made it to the stall. A bored looking man with skin tanned to leather gave you a passing glance. His eyes floated over your belly and instantly he disregard you as a threat. Normally you'd be inclined to talk to the seller about the lax quality of his security, but today you were happy to have a low profile. Another man, clearly the owner, shook hands with a departing buyer and bustled over. He was short, about even with your chest, and his ruddy face seemed to exist solely to support a bushy red beard that sprawled in every direction imaginable. "welcome, welcome friend," he said with a deep bow. When he stood you noticed his gaze flit from you, to Wulf, then to your belly (were you really showing that much?) then back to Wulf. You saw a spark of realization dawn. He must think you're Wulf's wife. An exotic little trinket dolled up for the occasion. >let him think what he thinks, it could be a useful persona to assume. >correct him. Wulf is your... Friend,for lack of a better term.
>>3771796>correct him. Wulf is your... Friend,for lack of a better term.Okay, there's only so much one can tolerate.
>>3771796>let him think what he thinks, it could be a useful persona to assumeLone pregnant women are usually stigmatized
I'm curious, does anyone actually check my Twitter, or do you just check the catalog?
>>3771824I've kept this thread open, but I checked the twitter a few times to see if you said anything about running soon or otherwise.
>>3771809Okay, switching to this:>let him think what he thinks, it could be a useful persona to assume. A Samurai would kinda throw away all "honor" to serve the greater good, and especially since she's a mother. Maybe we could grab onto his arm to sell it, or something? Just make it so it's normal and not anything noteworthy besides a new nanban and his trophy waifu in town, in case people come asking.
>>3771857That's excellent art, anon! I'm still deciding what good rewards for content like that would be, ideas?I'm thinking a reward of insight:you can learn something you ordinary wouldn't get handed to you. Or getting to change a detail of the setting to your favor or something...
>>3771857Wait, were you seconding a vote?
>>3771862Yes, I switched my vote and put in a suggestion of some sort of action to make is not worthy of much note, make us seem normal besides interracial marriage. It doesn't have to be grabbing onto his arm, it's just a suggestion, whatever is normal in the culture of either. >>3771860I don't know, it's kind of easy to just post images. I haven't found any pregnant Samurai waifus, kek. I have a lot of images in my folders, so I'm just going through them and posting something suitable for this quest. If there's Youkai and shit, it could be like she can sense the spirits of people and get visions or vague senses of them, so basically like what you said but maybe more detailed and explained than just being given knowledge for meta reasons. The change in detail of the setting seems kind of op, even if it's just a rock, so I would be careful with handing out these rewards for anons to use. Maybe you could offer rerolls, like, Kami sama is guiding us and fixing our mistakes. Could just be an all in one thing. There's such things called "destiny" or "fate" points, that are used often enough in quests. They come from rpg games like ASoIaF and DND and such, so it could just be "destiny" point that can give us an edge in certain situations.
>>3771862By the way, idk if you're posting from your computer or phone, but if you're posting from your computer and you use either Google Chrome or Chrome derivatives, or Firefox and Firefox derivatives, I recommend downloading the 4chanx plugin. It will put all replies to a post in that post, and you can click on them to make them pop down there instead of moving to it. There's also a bunch of other features like showing all the boards at the top of the page and being able to open all images in the thread at once and stuff like that.
>>3771888I appreciate the thought, but I'm phone posting for most of this. I have free time out the ass but no access to my computer. Such is life.Anyway, calling votes for "play the trophy waifu"
>>3771898Why don't you have access to your computer? Couldn't you reset your router ip or something? Unless you work all day or something but it's a boring job.
>>3771915>>>3771898 (You)>Why don't you have access to your computer? Couldn't you reset your router ip or something? Unless you work all day or something but it's a boring job.That's pretty much it.
He thought you were a trophy. An exotic toy dolled up in the trappings of her faraway land to look pretty for her western husband. It was degrading, and if you had your way you would have corrected his misconception with a quickness. But you couldn't have your way. There was more than your ego on the line here. Your twins had nobody to rely on but you. If you were going to keep them safe, you'd have to keep alive. If your lord and husband would ever see justice it could only come from the tip of your blade. For your children for your honor you would suffer any indignity. You put on a smile. Like the smile of the courtesans you'd seen pass through your lord's castle. A pretty smile devoid of any spirit. Submissive like a doll. "this is beautiful," you said, picking up a random trinket with your voice a note higher than usual. You stepped close to Wulf, almost folding into him. You caught a flicker of suprise on his craggy features, then a knowing look of understanding. He put his arm around you, resting his meaty paw on your hip. He was strong, you could tell that much clear away. But you could also tell he was terrified. He felt like a man trying to feed a bear. He seemed aware that putting one finger out of line would sign his death warrant. "you have excellent taste," said the bearded man. "imported from Spain, very nice." "very expensive," grunted Wulf. The seller wilted slightly under the German's glare. "your husband I take it? Might I say you two make an excellent match!" You felt your stomach turn. Your husband was dead. But you bit back bile and masked your disgust by fanning yourself. "yeah," Wulf said, carefully inching his hand over to cradle your bump. Your twins had swelled your stomach until your kimono was nearly taut. You could feel his hand shake against your belly. "with another on the way, think you could cut us a deal?" "Yes, yes of course!" the seller said. "Scott McAllister is always happy to deal!" He proceed to display his wares. There was a wide selection of jewelry, none of which you'd ever wear even if you could afford it.Next he showed off clothes in what assumed was a western style. Some looked rather good, in another life you might have considered picking up a gown or two. But you didn't have quite the coin to spare for some novelty dress. In any case you worried what the right boned bodice would do to your babies. Still, you made a few cooing noises at the exotic western fare to sell your disguise. (1/2)
(2/2)Sadly, the one thing he didn't have were sarashi. And as the itchiness in your tender breasts reminded you sarashi were the one thing you needed. Eventually Wulf excused the two of you. When you were safely out of sight he drew back his hand like he'd been holding a red hot iron. "sorry," he said carefully."you played your part well," you said. >"... But be mindful of doing it again." > say nothing. He helped sell your act and... You have to admit there was something comforting about it. >where to next? Open stall or the shop?
>>3771932You could buy a cheap notebook solely for us? You can get those small ones for like 200 usd. And I looked back at the previous thread and it said your isp died. How does that even happen?
>>3771967>>"... But be mindful of doing it again."Say it more in a teasing way then a threatening one.
>>3771969I dunno, man. I couldn't get internet for a bit and I assumed interest had petered out. I didn't bother to check until a few days later when I noticed a ton of replies/interest
>>3771967>"... But be mindful of doing it again.">Visit the clothing shop. If worst comes to worst you can fight your way out.
>>3771967>"... But be mindful of doing it again." Some humility for us.Quietly thank him for playing the part. Maybe apologize to him for forcing this upon him without asking later.>>3771980Most of it was cussing you out for abandoning after 1 post......
'cause op is a faggot. It is known. Hope I'm making a good redemption arc though.
You appreciated that you'd forced a very uncomfortable part on him with little in the way of warning, and you would admit he played it well. But... That kind of affection...his hand caressing the children in your belly like they were his... You couldn't deal with that, at least not yet. "please," you said softly, "be mindful of doing it again." "Of course," said Wulf. The big German fell a half step behind, giving you a little more space. It didn't take long to get to the shop. It seemed that the wealthier buyers flocked to and around the stalls and booths with their exotic goods from far off lands. The little shop was more a local establishment. It was old too. Small. You nearly bonked your head on the door frame. Wulf seemed to find that funny until he took a step and actually did whack his head on a low hanging beam. The shopkeeper laughed and motioned for the two of you to come in. "I'll make a lot of money on him," he chuckled, waving generally at Wulf's largeness. "and you," he waved to your bump. "twins, yes? I can tell my wife..." he laughed to himself. "you're getting big, yes? Maybe new outfit, hmm?" "maybe," you said ambivalently. Your belly wasn't big enough to cause you difficulty, but only just. You didn't think about how life would grow harder if you let your quest for vengeance drag on too long. "just sarashi for now." The little shop keeper shrugged. "my wife said that too... Then she took half the store!" he laughed at his own stupid joke and tottered out with two rolls of bindings. "This is very nice," he said, handing you one end of one roll. It was indeed very nice, you knew it would feel good even against your tender skin. "this," he motioned to the other. "not so much, but very cheap." You thought for a second. You could afford either, but... How much would the nicer material bite into your megre reserves of cash. It could be the difference between going hungry and feeding your precious twins. "she'll take the nicer set." Wulf placed a coin on the counter. You... Suppose he had fondled your belly earlier without asking. Maybe he thought he still owed you? Part of you wanted to refuse, but the nicer fabric felt so good against your skin... Before you could answer, the door swung open. Three men walked on, with the last closing the door behind him. They were dressed in simple clothes, but they stared at you with murderous intent. One by one they pulled clubs, daggers, and maces from their sleeves. >what do? >roll a d6. I'll take the top three of the first four
>>3772112Judo throw the lead thug into his friends, steal a club, then start beating them.
Rolled 6 (1d6)>>3772112>what do? Throw the cloth and maybe the coins at them and then pull the Wakizashi out and fuck em up.
Rolled 2 (1d6)>>3772135Forgot the roll.
Rolled 1 (1d6)>>3772112If there is a hallway we hold off at the end forcing them through the narrow bottleneck and kill them one by one.Draw sword of course. The narrow environment is better suited to the short sword we brought.How do they even know what we look like, we killed the only people who saw us, and our clothes. Do they go around attacking any pregnant woman?
>>3772112>>3772149Is there a bottleneck behind us?
Rolled 5 (1d6)>>3772112I'm just here to roll for the other players choices oh Shogun.
>>3772149Word gets around. You're at the town nearest the place you were ambushed, you're wearing the only clothes you have, which aren't as drab as possible, and you're a pretty big woman. You're obviously a warrior, obviously pregnant, and obviously not from around here. Behind the scenes I rolled 4d6 drop lowest to see how the outing would go. I rolled 5. You got hideously unlucky.
>>3772160You could try to fall back into the stock room, but it's pretty cluttered.Anyway, your rolls suck, but somehow you pulled out a decent total. I'll use that for whatever you settle on doing. (right now looks like going sword is winning, but I'd like to see at least one more vote.)
>>3772135Bladed weapons are objectively better when facing against unarmored foes. Please at least switch to using sword or stealing dagger or both. I think a Judo throw might cause too much damage and draw attention from outside, but I'm okay with it so long as we don't start using their clubs. Maybe throw the cloth and coins then judo throw while they're distracted or extended out?
>>3772174I thought it was supposed to be after a certain time has passed the winning vote gets chosen.
>>3772206Some QM's do that, some QM's wait for more consensus. I'm asking you to switch your vote.
>>3772174>Judo throw while pregnant.We want one of the kids to die right?
>>3772213I don't want the Judo throw, I made it clear, but I'm willing to compromise with that anon.
>>3772209I'm clearly outvoted, so just go with the winning vote. We do need to get info out of one of the thugs, though.
>>3772206I'm letting the discussion play out, there wasn't enough of a majority for me to feel like calling votes.Also,>judo throw >five months pregnant
>>3772219True, maybe wulf can grapple one or we just put a blade to the last ones neck or something before killing him
>>3772222How about we take take on and have wulf throw another while grappling with the 3rd?
>>3772228Sure, but my problem is a throw might send them outside the store front, and I'd rather the fight be contained within so we can talk with the store clerk guy and maybe negotiate a deal where he takes care of them or something. At least so a bunch of people don't see us and try to arrest us or whatever.
>>3772232>arrest usLike who?Also fighting in the guys store means we may have to pay more or go buy somewhere else.Guys gonna have a ruined shop and a bad mood.
>>3772246I don't know, the local sheriff or whatever is the equivalent. Either way, if we get it outside, it will bring way more attention to us. If we kill these people in here, we'll have at least a day more to plan whether to leave or not. Also, we're pregnant. Maybe the guy will give us a discount or at least not charge us for the damage because they attacked a pregnant woman.
>>3772232>negotiate a deal where he takes care of themI doubt that he'd want to get involved with the local authorities, seems like foreigners would be treated worse by them. That, and by fighting in the store would risk the products.
>>3772252or we can loot their corpse.
I'm going to call votes for breaking out the blade.
>>3772257The store clerk is Japanese, I'm pretty sure. I meant take care of like, hide and discard the bodies elsewhere, but you're probably right about him not wanting to get involved and being upset.>>3772259Do you really think they will have clean sarashi on them? I'm not against looting them, obviously, but I don't hold my hopes on just looting them.
>>3772265>thugs get paid to kill woman>woman kills thugs and takes their moneySimple enough yes?
>>3772274What if the guy doesn't want to take the money in fear of being a collaborator in case people come by, or he just doesn't want to deal with us anymore? Or maybe he just gives us the cheap shit for free and tells us to fuck off. I don't know, we'll see what kind of person he is after the fight.
>>3772281>What if the guy doesn't want to take the moneyMerchants gonna merch.
Your hand slid accros the equator of your belly until your fingers closed around the concealed hilt of your wakizashi. You were about to tell the shop keeper to hide when Wulf noticed the intruders.He turned at the noise of their arrival. In one smooth motion his gaze swept over their weapons and hardened into a furious glare. His arm came up as his body turned. The big German slammed his elbow into the face of the nearest thug, hitting with such force his face melted like butter from the blow. He crumpled to the ground, his mouth a bloody mess of shattered bone and loose teeth.You were slower on the draw, but only just. One thug swung his Dagger at you, aiming squarely for your babies. You parried his strike and counterattacked with your short sword. You sliced at his arm, severing tendons from muscle. His knife fell from his hand and you stepped in. With a quick blow you opened his stomach and turned to the last attacker. Wulf was already on him. The big gaijin held the thug against the wall, his meaty paw crushing the man's windpipe while he kicked ineffectually at Wulf. The German growled, his face was a mask of fury and... Relief. No blow the thug could manage even made Wulf blink. "stop!" you barked. You recognized the man Wulf was slowly but surely snuffing out. Gaeta, a ronin without honor. Before his lord exiled (for good reason you remembered, he was lucky he wasn't killed) him he'd visited the castle once. Just your luck, you ran into one of the few of Haikon's hunters who's actually met you. Wulf eased up his grip just enough to let the ronin breath, but kept him suspended in the air. "Gaeta," you leveled your blade at his gut. "why?" "you don't know what it's like," he snarled through a clearly bruised windpipe. "living as a ronin. I bring you in... Haikon will give me a castle.""and thirty pieces of silver?" Wulf was furious. From the acid dripping from his lips you assumed that was a vicious curse indeed. >run him through.>let Wulf kill him. >something else.
>>3772347>something else.Question if they told anybody about us and who else is in the area and what exactly was their mission, whether to come here and back or roam the area. Activate keen honed instincts and senses, and also some "encouragement" to get the truth from him.
>>3772357This works. After that, take care of him.
>>3772347QM, you might want to start a time limit to vote. Like, Half an Hour or so, it'll make more people vote in a timely manner because it'll make them conscientious of making their opinion known before it ends.And also so I don't have to wait so long for updates.
>>3772448That's a good point. I'll enforce that coming up, but for now votes called.Awesome image, BTW. Just needs a baby bump
>>3772458The image has a weird perspective thing going on, either that or she has man hands. Her stomach kinda looks fat so it could be construed that she's pregnant, though probably not third trimester pregnant.
>>3772473>>3772458Actually, it could just be thick gloves, but the stomach does look like it could be pregnant.
>>3772473You're not third trimester either, though twins so it somewhat balances out.
>>3772487Yes, what I meant was, the armor would probably only be good for little bit, so that image probably shouldn't be used officially except as an example or I guess after giving birth.
"did you tell anyone about me?" you let your sword tickle at his stomach. You'd always been good at picking out lies, and your pregnancy had only heightened your instincts when it came to protecting your babies."n-no," grunted Gaeta. "just saw you... Thought I'd try." You squinted. "Haikon didn't send you?" He shook his head as vigorously as he could manage. "Haikon doesn't know you're alive."You scowled and pressed your blade against him. You cut through his clothes but left the skin unbroken. "why were you here? What was your mission?" "foreign... Whores," he gurgled. That made sense, both from what you knew about Gaeta and... Well, everything. News travels fast, but not that fast, Haikon wouldn't have been able to send more men after you so soon. You snarled and ran him through. As his body made its last twitches, you turned to the shop keeper hiding behind his counter. "are you alright?" He slowly stood, looked at the carnage, and angrily spat at the nearest corpse. "what kind of man attacks a pregnant woman!" Part of you wanted to comment that you'd made a fair showing of yourself even in your condition, but you restrained yourself. "you still want these?" he waved to the sarashi. You bit your lip and cleaned your blade on a scrap of cloth from one of the dead men's tunics. Wulf was busy methodically stacking their corpses and sorting their belongings. It wasn't much, weapons far inferior to yours and little in the way of armor. But true to Gaeta's claim they had enough gold between them for a night of exotic whoring. You assumed, you'd never partook yourself. "look at this mess..." the shopkeeper shook his head and divided the coins into two equal piles. "look, I've got a busssines to run, but trying to kill you..." What was left was enough for a week or so of hot meals. More of you skimped pm lodging and slept under the stars... You could pick up some more clothes while you were at it. >just buy the nice sarashi. >get a new kimono and hakama. It'll be nice to have something clean to wear and maybe it'll make you less recognizable. >something else Vote will be called 30 minutes from this post unless extenuating circumstances happen.
>>3772491I can always give it a run with the ol ms paint.Also, would anons find it useful for me to post an image of how pregnant Kasumi is, even if I can't find a girl who's also a samurai badass? Just as a reference point.
>>3772502>get a new kimono and hakama.>>3772507Just draw a stick figure with a ball on its belly and make it bigger as she progresses. Simple.
>>3772502>get a new kimono and hakama. It'll be nice to have something clean to wear and maybe it'll make you less recognizable. >>3772507Sure, no harm. Probably you can't do anything with that image because of the angle but if you want to spend the time, it's appreciated. Regarding the example of her pregnancy, eh. I think most people can imagine how fat a a woman is at 5 months with twins.
>>3772502>get a new kimono and hakama.
>>3772502>get a new kimono and hakama. It'll be nice to have something clean to wear and maybe it'll make you less recognizable.Don’t forget to apologize for the disruption. Maybe buy a ribbon or strip of silk to tie up our hair, too.
>>3772540>>3772502If we get a ribbon or something, make it cheap. We don't want to get rich shit to make us stand out more.
You collected the sarashi almost greedily. Just feeling the fabric in your fingers you could tell it would be far more comfortable than the set you were wearing now. While you were here, you went ahead and purchased a second set of clothes. Nothing fancy of course, you chose nice drab colors that could blend into a crowd as easily as they could a forest. You were never much one for adornment, and your husband's preference in your clothing largely ended with "on the bedroom floor." You made sure the fabric was robust, and you were a little more generous with the sizing than you'd normally be.Your belly was already starting to fill out your kimono. You weren't sure how much longer it would take to deliver the vengeance Haikon so richly deserved, but you wanted to be prepared. "I apologize for the disruption," you said, handing over the gold with a bow.The shopkeeper shrugged. "It couldn't be helped," he said, spitting at a bandit's corpse again.You bit your lip and thought. Maybe a ribbon would help cover the damages, or act as some small token of appreciation for his discretion. If nothing else, you needed something to tie up your hair. You've always had remarkably fast-growing hair. Even braided it already fell past your shoulders. Your husband had always liked how you looked with long hair. You'd been growing it out just for him when... That was it. You decided you weren't cutting your hair until Haikon lay dead at your feet. "And a ribbon," you picked a nice silk one. The black blended into your long hair well enough, but the material was strong and clean. You'd never know when a strip of strong silk cloth could come in handy. You and Wulf left the shop with your pockets marginally heavier with gold than when you arrived. You reached up to tie back your hair and winced when the old sweat-stained sarashi you were wearing bit into your tender breasts. Changing was definitely your top priority. Well... second-highest. A firm kick from one of your twins and a loud gurgle reminded you that you hadn't eaten in hours. Those noodles still seemed delightful, and you had a little coin to spare.The two of you walked back through the market, carefully watching for any more thugs while trying not to look like you were looking. You couldn't help but notice the way Wulf scanned the area. Precise, methodical, trained. Between that and the way he'd so brutally handled Gaeta's men you were certain he had a history before the mission.>Ask Wulf about his past>Talk about something else (write-in)>Noodles first, talk later. Mama's hungry.
>>3772629Uh... votes called 30 mins from now.Next update will probably be the last for a while, if not for the night. I'm planning on running an extra-length session tomorrow if enough of you will be there.
>>3772629>Ask Wulf about his pastAsk if he's a ronin like us
>>3772629>>Ask Wulf about his past
>>3772448Does she look pregnant (enough) now, or just fat?
>>3772676Wow lol, you could work for a hentai game company, not that I look at that stuff. Yeah, it's fine enough, because of the perspective, so if you looked from the side, it would be rather large. The biggest problem sorta, is the hands in the way, because the belly should probably be a little higher, but otherwise, it looks much better and you did a bang up job of it.
>>3772686I shifted her belt down to give her belly more room, that might be why it looks that way.
This time the noodle vendor didn't need to yell. Fighting had worked up your already prodigious appetite, and the twins just would not settle down until you mama got her lunch. You happily bought a large bowl for a thoroughly reasonable price and cradled it close to your breast until each breath you took was at least half noodle steam.You fished around for noodles and glanced over at Wulf. You could tell he had a story, and you knew he hadn't been vocal about it. But after that display in the shop... "I'm thinking you weren't always a missionary?"Wulf shook his head. For a second it looked like he wanted to end the conversation right there, but then you saw a dam break. His features softened and he glanced at you with... almost a smile. "No...," he said with a sigh. "No, I wasn't.""Were you a ronin?" you asked before slurping down a mouthful of noodles. Now that was what your stomach was used to. Rich and sweet and savory in all the right ways. You could feel the both sitting heavy in your gut and warming you up from the inside. "A man without a master?""Oh, I had a master," said Wulf bitterly. "Money." He shook his head and scowled. "I was a mercenary. A landsknecht.""Rand-sco-nect-to?" you said, the harsh gaijin word feeling wrong in your mouth as you tried to pronounce it.Wulf looked at you like you'd grown a third head--which... technically speaking you were in the process of doing, but still. Then his craggy face split into a smile and he howled with laughter.You pursed your lips and scowled. His Japanese wasn't nearly good enough to be so amused. "You fought for coin?"He nodded, his face going dour again. "I did... if you want to call it fighting."You remembered what he'd said earlier. He was in Japan because it was as far as he could get from Germany. You'd heard of men running from their sins, but never men who ran that far. "Oh," you said quietly. You could tell it was the subject you shouldn't discuss in public.>Going to call it there for now. Next update will be a clean-sheet with no vote, but you can discuss things you want to make sure get done!
>>3772753What the fuck, did this guy help the Prots burn churches down and kill priests and rape nuns?
>>3772790Really, none of those words mean anything to Kasumi
>>3773216Cheeky, I'm asking you, but it was more of a rhetorical question because I know it's rhetorical
>>3773806because I know it's Meta, I mean.
It was a short walk back to the mission. Just long enough for you to fill your belly with noodles and start to get hungry again. Oh, the joys of carrying twins. You couldn't remember a time where you went more than ten minutes without feeling at least a little peckish. On the upside though, you had a fresh change of clothes. You could finally get out of the one outfit you'd been forced to flee with.You tipped back your noodle bowl and gulped down the last bits of broth. Beside you, Wulf stifled a laugh. The big German was a mercenary, a Landsknecht--a word you're never going to say out loud again. The one time you tried your pronunciation was so awful he burst out laughing. You weren't sure what that entailed, but apparently it lead to him fleeing to the other side of the world and finding religion. You figured it was the kind of story one was told, not that one asked about."What?" you said, wiping your mouth with the folded-back end of your sleeve."Lotta noodles," grunted Wulf."I'm eating for three," you pointed aggressively to your belly. "Yeah," he said with a distant half-smile. You could see the conflict written large on his craggy features. He didn't know what to do with you. You were a widow, a mother to be alone with nothing. You'd been jumped for the second time in three days by men wanting to kill you. But you'd also handily dispatched them all, gutted them like fish right before his eyes. "What's your plan now?""Well..." you jostled through the crowd. You were further from the market square now, but there were still people bustling about in the narrow streets. "I was going to clean up after the fight.""No, I mean..." Wulf shook his head as the two of you turned down a street towards the mission where you'd been staying. "Your plan."You pursed your lips. You had a full belly, or as full as could be expected under the circumstances, a bed to call your own, a fresh set of clothes, and if Gaeta wasn't lying Haikon didn't even know his assassins had failed yet. That gave you some breathing room.>What's the plan?>Votes called... let's say 45 mins from this post
This vote won't lock you in to any particular path, but it will influence where the general flow goes. I didn't want to open with a super momentus vote.
>>37741491) Find paying work to buy enough supplies to disguise ourselves comfortably from HaIkon2) Locate a place safe enough to stay to have our twins that won’t be easy for Haikon’s forces to find or deal with. This includes our father’s lands.3) Find a group to travel with to the safe area, then give birth, recover, leave twins with someone who can take care of them and is willing to after a few months of being a mother.4) Make an alliance of people who are willing to fight Haikon.5) Kill lord Haikon.
>>3774149>>3774180I will agree to something like this, but I would suggest even staying here with the mission for a few days or a week at least, we could maybe even stay here longer with the mission and leave the kids with them. They probably have sympathy for us and would defend kids, especially if they realize what they have to gain from helping the future lord of these lands.
>>3774193Oh, yeah, we can stay here for a while, like a few weeks, but eventually we’re going to need to leave to throw off Lord Haikon’s minions, either before or after they find out and set the mission on fire to set up a mid season plot arc.
>>3774180More or less this. Although it will probably work out differently
>>3774180>>3774193You're only five months pregnant. You can go looking for saftey, but finding a place where you can give birth isn't a pressing priority, and it'd mean putting vengeance on hold for probably the better part of a year.
>>3774206How can we get vengeance while pregnant, though?
I'm gonna say votes called for "Have baby first, vengeance later."
>>3774206That’s what the earning money bit is for.Anyway, how far away is our father’s castle, and how long would it take us to get there?
>>3774242I just don't see how we can have vengeance now. The Army is raised and shit is on high alert, and we're pregnant and without allies. Our skill is nerfed, we need to be at full power to assassinate the lord and his collaborators. >>3774244Who is our Father, I forget. I thought we were just some peasant who trained under a master and became a Samurai through skill?
>>3774246>Who is our Father, I forget. I thought we were just some peasant who trained under a master and became a Samurai through skill?Your father's a Samurai, but not a Daimyo. You could get to him in about a week if you take the quickest path, but his castle is on the opposite side of Haikon's territory from where you are.
>>3774206Our fighting skill will only get worse as we gather allies and form a plan for vengeance. Better to get the big thing out of the way first. The good thing about having twins is that we don't have to go through the full 9 months. Most will come out early.
>>3774251>>3774244Won't Haikon have dudes watching our Father, or even try to attack our Father, since he attacked our husband and killed him? He might even say he killed us too so he doesn't seem incompetent, causing war and shit. I think it's a bad idea to go to our Father, even if this doesn't happen, he'll definitely have people watching him for signs of us heading there and he'll ambush or assassinate us and potentially even get our father hurt.
>>3774260Would we have a distant cousin or someone we could go to that's not watched by Haikon?
>>3774266I don't know, but probably. A lot of the noble houses were literally descendants from the Emperor because basically son of the Emperor who wasn't heir joined one of four houses which were noble houses, but like, only imperial family members who didn't succeed joined them, or something like that, so they would be given lands and then typically take the name of the castle or land as their family name and made a new noble house. So, basically, even if that's not true for us, most of the nobles are related in someway and if our ancestors married nobles, then we definitely have cousins somewhere. The only problem is if there's cousins who like us. There might be a conspiracy going on too, Haikon is ambitious to attack us. The other question is what period is this. Is this after Sengoku and in Edo or?
>>3774285It's ambiguously during the Sengoku. I'm playing a little fast and loose with chronology to mix in all the bits and pieces I want.
>>3774292Okay, then it makes sense he attacks us. Then I would ask, whether he has support from his liege lord and if we're apart of a larger plan, our lands anyways, which may tie in with the conspiracy point I brought up.
>>3774295>>3774292And if our liege would help us.
>>3774295Him being Haikon?
>>3774297Yes. Do both of our houses serve the same lord?
Maybe we could get Wulf or someone from the mission to check out Haikon's lands and shit and see how things are. Maybe we could sneak in?
>>3774301They both serve the Emperor and Shogun, yeah.
"I need money," you said simply. You were already thinking of ways to make it. Some... less savory options were already floating in the back of your mind, but you quickly squashed them. You still had your honor, and you were far from that desperate. "Money to support myself, to disguise myself, to carry me safe out of Haikon's territory.""You're running?" Wulf cocked an eyebrow. "For a time," you said, clasping your hands under your belly and cuddling your unborn twins as tightly as you dared. You could feel them stirring in their sleep, content now that your lunch of noodles was percolating through your system. "Until I have my babies at least.""Really," Wulf gave you a look.You shook your head. "You'd rather a pregnant woman go into battle?""What?" Wulf held up his massive paw. "No, I..." you watched him tense up like he was facing a wild animal with altogether too many teeth. "I admit I read you wrong. You seemed... a samurai with a fallen master...""You thought I'd endanger my children for the sake of honor?" you asked. Oddly, you felt flattered by the accusation. It... could be argued that avenging your lord and husband was your highest call, that you should focus on that to the exclusion of all else. But how could you seek vengeance in your condition? Surely waiting, giving birth, recovering your strength, and fighting at your peak form would be the reasonable thing to do.The big German shrugged. "You're a better fighter than any woman I've seen." He glanced cautiously at your belly. "Better than most men I've seen, actually.""Hmm," you said noncommittally. You had noticed a certain heightening of your instincts. Your body was on permanent maternal overdrive protecting your unborn twins. Still, you were certain you'd reach a point where even that couldn't overcome the burden of your steadily growing belly. "For one of your experience, that is a high honor."He shrugged again, clearly not interested in discussing much of his past."Perhaps I could stay," you said, stepping into the mission with a sigh of relief. "For a few days at least.""I'll ask the father," said Wulf. "But... I can't imagine him turning you down."You parted ways and went to change into some fresher things. You'd barely loosened your belt when something fell to the flood with a muffled clang. A few coins wrapped in a scrap of paper. You didn't--The walk over. You'd bumped into someone in passing. He must have slipped it into your belt. You bit your lip and unfolded the tiny package. It was enough coin for a meal or two, but you were more interested in the note. "You still have friends, Lady Sakura," it said.>What's next?
Votes called in 30 minutes
>>3774319Rack our mind for who would do such a thing.
>>3774319>>3774328This, also get changed and talk with the Father about staying here, then get all our shit together and situated and reflect on our options.
>>3774319See if you can recall the handwriting, then try to remember what the person who slipped it to you was dressed in.
Votes called for a smattering of the above
You stared at the note, turning it over and over in your hands while you wracked your brain for... for anything of consequence. You didn't recognize the handwriting at all, and you couldn't remember who'd slipped the package into your belt. The market square had been so crowded, it could've been any of a hundred faces that you could remember. You swore to be more vigilant in the future.At least the note was friendly. That gave you a measure of comfort. With your lord dead and Haikon no doubt assimilating his lands your ledger of allies was looking dangerously thin. You weren't sure where you could turn, save the Shogun himself. But... if this note was true... You'd have to keep your eyes open.You kept the note in the back of your mind while you changed into your new clothes. It felt good to have something fresh against your tender skin. You collected your old clothes into a neat bundle, hopefully you'd be able to wash them soon. You might be a samurai, but you knew how to wash your own things. You'd always prided yourself on your self-reliance in the field.But first, you had to secure a place to stay for the near-term. You made sure your outfit was proper and returned your katana to its rightful place alongside your trusty wakizashi and wandered out to find the father. You found him in the main hall, leading a circle of peasants in... some ritual or other. You waited politely for him to finish while trying not to eavesdrop."Ah, child." The father came over to you with a friendly smile, but you couldn't help but notice he approached from your off side. "Are you feeling better this morning?""Yes," you offered a humble bow. "Very much, thank you.""Good, good." The father folded his hands behind him. "Will you be saying for the evening meal?""Actually," you asked carefully. "I would like to stay here. For the time being.""Oh?"You bit your lip. "While I consider my options."He nodded. "You're welcome to stay as long as you need, but--""I am prepared to work for my supper," you said. "If that's what's required.""Well..." The father glanced around him. "It's no job for a woman of your status, but we could use some help in the kitchen."You bowed again. "I'm in no condition to refuse. Thank you." With room and board sorted for the immediate future, you felt a great weight lift off your shoulders. You thanked him again and returned to your room to collect your dirty clothes. They needed a good wash, and you understood there was a small brook behind the mission that would do nicely.(1/2)
>>3774420You tucked your washings under one arm and walked out to the brook. You actually enjoyed washing clothes, something about the simple repetitive labor let your mind rest. You could enjoy the peace and quiet of the babbling water--"Hello again!" a girl sat by the edge of the water, washing a tunic of her own. It was Maya, the country bumpkin from the baths earlier. She was as simple as she was loud. This would not be a relaxing experience."Maya," you said through grit teeth.>Just get this over with. Wash up quickly and try to tune her out.>Might as well humor her. Could be good practice for when your twins come out.a(votes called 30 mins from now)
>>3774423>Might as well humor her. Could be good practice for when your twins come out.a
>>3774423>Might as well humor her. Could be good practice for when your twins come out.aAsk her what it's like here and if she's Kirisutokyō no and what type of games and stuff she likes to play, she seems immature and we didn't exactly have a 'fun' childhood.
>>3774423>Might as well humor her. Could be good practice for when your twins come out.
>>3774423>Just get this over with. Wash up quickly and try to tune her out.
Maya was loud, but you could tell that she had a kind heart. Poor girl probably didn't realize how annoying she could be. If nothing else, she seems like the carefree kind of girl you never got to be. "Wow," she gaped at you as you settled down onto your haunches. "Did you get *bigger*!"You sighed and shook your head. "I had a hearty meal.""Oh," Maya blushed and went back to scrubbing. "I like your new outfit, it's really pretty."You dipped your head. Pretty wasn't what you were really going for. More drab and forgettable, but you could tell she meant well. "Thank you, Maya.""You're a really pretty woman, lady Sakura," she said. "I think anything would look good on you, really. I hope I grow up as pretty as you."Now it was your turn to blush. You'd never really thought of yourself as pretty. That isn't to say you weren't aware of a certain degree of desirability. You were married after all, and your husband had nothing but praise to sing of... certain attributes. But even then, your strength, your poise, your honor had all been the objects of his affection. Not so much your beauty or... prettiness. "I'm sure you will, Maya." You risked taking a breath, but she didn't interrupt again. "Are you... ah...""Kirisutokyō? No." Maya shook her head. "I just... I come here some times. It's a nice place to rest.""That it is," you nodded."So, you liking our town?" Maya splashed aimlessly at the water. "Pretty busy, huh?""Indeed," you said, washing up with considerably more focus and care. "Is it always so busy?""Depends on the winds," said Maya. "You hear the rumors?"You froze, your muscles going taut like corded steel. "Rumors?"Maya nodded until her bushy ponytail bobbed like a junk in a storm. "Yeah, rumors. Lord, ah...""Haikon?" you felt your throat tense."Yeah, him. He's moving troops up soon. Actually already did, sorta." She shrugged. "Took one of the castles to the north."Your stomach winged. Your home. If that was already under his command, slipping out of Haikon's lands would be harder than you'd hoped."A bunch of his troops passed through a few days ago," said Maya. "They, ah... 'took' a lot of my brother's crops."You scowled. That sounded like Haikon.
"I hear a bunch more are coming though. Passing through at least." Maya shrugged. "I hear he could be making a play for shogun.""I... see," you said quietly. Trying to break through his armies would be near to impossible if they marched at full strength and at full alert. Your hopes of escaping to carry your twins to term in peace looked fainter by the second. Of course... if you could lay low and let the army pass over you... You were already inside his lands. With his forces on campaign there wouldn't be as many guarding the castles at the heart of his lands... Perhaps this twist of fate could be bent to your service."You see what?" asked Maya. She stared at you like a fluffy dog. Sweet, kind, and utterly uncomprehending. "Oh, nothing," you brushed it off. You could brood more when you were alone in your room. Maya flopped onto her back in the cool grass. "It was nice meeting you, really." She smiled at the sky.>Just finish up and do something else (What? Remember you've still got that arquebus hidden away)>Keep talking to Maya (about what?)>Votes called 30 minutes from this update
>>3774180I'm kind of railroading you away from that plan. It was too good, too logical, too *safe*. No drama, you understand, anon.
>>3774551>Keep talking to Maya (about what?)>“Who was it that Haikon sent that requisitioned your brother’s crops?”>“How many people did he bring with him?”>“Did you hear of any refugees coming from that castle that Haikon took? I have friends that were nearby.”
>>3774555I do suggest that you don't do it too strongly, otherwise your players might think there's only one route to take and will take it out of sheer boredom or because they simply cannot provide what you want out of them. This is also the kind of action that if done strongly enough, will have players force the character to make out of character choices through sheer spite.With that being said, I do appreciate you being upfront with the out of character information.
>>3774575Normally I'd agree with you. But I wanted to give a good dramatic story, and "slip away quietly, wait around for four months until you give birth, make sure your babies are healthy, then go on the attack" seemed like it would be really boring to be fun. I tried to give solid in-universe reasons why you need to keep pushing ahead, pregnant or not.
>>3774569>>3774551This, but, mention the friends as travelling merchants than people staying in the area.If she blabs to people about talking to some pregnant newcomer, it might be more telling than some pregnant woman from a merchant family or something like that. I don't know, it just feels more suspicious to say you have friends who live there.
>>3774575>>3774587My problem is, it seems improbable we could take revenge while pregnant.
>>3774604Your an honorable samurai. Your FIGHTING SPIRIT will carry you trough.
>>3774613Very well, QM-dono, our spiral energy will break through the heavens.
>>3774604I agree. That's the biggest issue, there's only so much a character can do under the effects of pregnancy, much less one with twins. And the fact that if we're getting so hungry because of it, it'll slow us down to such a degree to make it undramatic.>>3774613We're a fookin pregnant woman on our own, even the 47 who avenged their master were allowed the levity of a year to plan things out and execute them.
>>3774625Grace period, not levity. Point still remains.
"Who was it that Haikon sent to requisition your brother's crops?" you asked carefully. You tried to sound nonchalant, like you were just trying to engage with her story and listen carefully. "Oh, I don't know," Maya shrugged. "Some Samurai with Haikon's banner. Wasn't the kind to answer questions, I think."You'd met more than a few men who'd match that description. Brutish oafs infatuated with displaying their authority. Most forgot that Samurai were servants first and foremost. "Did he bring men with him?""I wasn't there," said Maya. "But... I dunno, I think? Enough to carry it all at least. There was a big army moving through."You scowled. It would take an army to storm the castle, even by surprise. Though... with so many men afield... perhaps he wasn't the only one with surprise on his side. "You said they went to storm the castle?""That's what I heard, yeah," said Maya. "A lot of them. A whole army, really. Movin' fast as fast can be.""Did..." you paused to choose your words carefully. Maya was no doubt a sweet girl, but... she had a tendency to talk. You'd rather she didn't accidentally spill to one of Haikon's men. "Did you hear of anyone making it out?""Of the castle?"You nodded. You didn't know exactly what would've happened to those that remained, but rumors about Haikon's cruelty were too pervasive to lack a grounding in the truth."A few," said Maya. You saw her face darken for a moment. "Not as much as... more than there might've though." She propped herself up on her elbows. "I hear Sakura Tenzin held them off. A whole army by himself, just to get as many out as he could."You smiled. That sounded like your husband. Valiant to the last. "He was a good man," you said.Maya nodded. "Yeah, he was."You blinked. Was she just being kind or... it didn't matter, you had to know more. "Did any of the samurai make it out?"Maya shook her head. "No. I mean... not that I've heard. Just some retainers, some of them got cut down before they could go to ground, you know?""I do," you said, having barely escaped that fate yourself. "Maya..." you asked, a sudden realization crashing over you. "How do you know all this?""Huh?" Maya looked at you, the very image of a simple-minded farm girl. She picked a smooth stone from the stream, toying with it in her hand."These 'rumors'," you said. "And you knew my title. 'Lady Sakura'. I never told you that."Maya smiled and shrugged. "Don't worry," she said, skipping the rock down the brook. "I'm a friend." Water splashed as the stone skipped. You blinked it away, but by the time your vision returned Maya was nowhere to be seen.>What now?
>>3774681Subtlety thank Maya, then head back to the mission. These foreigners don’t know the first thing of traditional cooking, and you’re going to drill it into their heads.
>>3774681>What now?She will make herself known eventually, we should focus on settling in and becoming just a normal part of the mission and town not worth mentioning. Get that Gun hidden in the room but able to be used should they raid the mission or anything like that.Also this:>>3774698
Looks like this is winding down. Think I'll end today's run here. You've been good fun, anons!
>>3774723Seems to me you will often get stretches of only 2 voters on qst, since this broke up the great quest confederation on tg.
>>3774735Fair point. I'll keep an eye on the thread, maybe to another run tonight. But I've got things to do where I can't just sit down ant wait.
A week had passed after Maya pulled her disappearing act by the brook. You were working steadily now, paying for a warm bed and hot meals with hours over a hot stove in the gaijin mission's kitchen. Another samurai might have found it humiliating, working for foreigners and cooking for the lowest of the low. You didn't mind it. It kept a roof over your head, and you were slowly but steadily whipping the foreigner's cooking into shape.Also, you were finally keeping your belly full. Now that you weren't trying to pull multi-day hikes on one meager meal the constant gnawing hunger was gone. Of course, you were still reminded that you were eating for three whenever you sat down for a meal, but you'd always had a hearty appetite. If anything, you were probably eating less than in your youth when you trained for nearly every waking moment.Haikon's second waved passed through town the other day. You'd never been so frightened, you were certain your hand hadn't left your sword until long after nightfall. But his men had been marching hard, too focused on pushing his campaigns to spend much time looking for one samurai. That left you solidly behind enemy lines.Sometimes, mostly at night with nothing to distract you but the gentle stirring of your twins in your belly, you thought about leaving. Just fading into the night and finding someplace safe and secluded to wait out the rest of your term. Putting your vengeance on hold until after you gave birth.But sneaking through the lines with Haikon's army on the march seemed... well, you were a large and distinctive woman before your pregnancy. You could try to secret yourself away on a ship, but where would you go? It seemed like Haikon was at war with everyone, and more often than not he was winning. If you waited until your twins were born to seek vengeance you might be going up against the Shogun of all Japan.No, you had a window here. Here, while his troops were flung far afield. Here, where you'd let his armies pass over you. If you were to have your vengeance, it would have to be soon.So you trained. You trained every morning and every evening. You spent hours honing your skills with your swords. "Kasumi," Wulf broke your concentration with his rumbling gaijin accent."Hmm?" you sheathed your sword with a flourish and turned to him. Your skin glistened with sweat from exertion, and you'd stripped to your sarashi and hakama. You could tell that he still hadn't gotten used to seeing you in that state of undress. "You're not letting this go, are you?" he said, gingerly handing you a towel and trying not to stare. You weren't sure which he found more distracting, your brawn or your belly. "I thought about it," you admitted, gently patting yourself dry. "I can't. If I don't stop him... me, my babies... we'll never be able to stop running."
Wulf opened his mouth, closed it again, then finally managed to kick himself over the edge. "So you're fighting?""It's all I've ever known," you drew your blade, tensing into a defensive posture."Then you won't do it alone," said Wulf. You lowered your blade and looked at him."Look," said the big German. "I've done a lot of... helping you, keeping you safe... fighting by your side... it'll be something good.">let Wulf join you>Press him harder on why he wants to fight with you.
>>3774932>let Wulf join you“When you feel ready to tell me your story, I’ll be with you to listen to it.”
>>3774932>let Wulf join youTell him the full truth of us and why we want to do this, if we haven't alreadyAlso>You weren't sure which he found more distracting, your brawn or your belly. :^)
>>3774929>let Wulf join you
>>3774989Warrior women are hard to come by in Europe. You're probably the first woman he's seen with traps and tris. Mixing all that with a pair of twins is confusing the poor kraut.Also votes called!
"It won't be safe," you hiked up your Hakama. So far your condition hasn't impacted your fighting prowess much. Your heightened maternal instincts more than made up for the minor additional ballast in your belly. Unfortunately, your fashion prowess wasn't nearly so resistant. "Even with his troops afield Haikon still has many retainers.""I know," Wulf crossed his massive arms with a stern nod. "Kasumi... I've lived through battles were we stormed cities, pillaged churches, fought for coin and whored it all away by the next morning. If I die protecting a pregnant woman..." he shrugged. "I'd be okay with that.""You won't just be protecting me," you said. You idly laced your fingers under your southern hemisphere, tacitly taking some of the weight off while your twins shifted inside you. "Us..." you glanced down with an unbidden smile. "I'm going on the attack. I have to be.""And you won't be alone," said Wulf. "Been around here long enough." He waved at the gaijin mission. "Some men are built for me. Me...""I saw you lift Gaeta by his neck," you said. "I know what you're built for."His craggy features split into a smile. "Yeah... yeah, I guess so. You have a plan?""Find Haikon," you said, drawing your sword and admiring your reflection in the mirror polished metal. "Run him through. The details are a little fuzzy." "Maybe you should start by putting a shirt on?" suggested Wulf.>Get dressed, you've got revenge to plot>If you're going to fight alongside Wulf he can't be so dour all the time. Tease him a little, then get with the plotting.
>>3775047>If you're going to fight alongside Wulf he can't be so dour all the time. Tease him a little, then get with the plotting.For a martial artist, the body is a weapon, and the Sword is the soul of that weapon. To look at my Katana is more intimate than to see my bare breasts, even. Then giggle when he's like, o-oh s-s-s-sorry
>>3775047>If you're going to fight alongside Wulf he can't be so dour all the time. Tease him a little, then get with the plotting.Verbally, not sexually. Still a little too soon for that.>”While I’m not one to draw steel at a jest, Wulf, I have no compunctions at drawing wood.”
>>3775072>>3775047By the way, I would intend this as half joking half serious, because it's sorta kinda true.
>>3775077>Re-reads what I wroteGoddamnit.Just switch me to what >>3775072 said.
>>3775086Just how thirsty do you think Kasumi is, my dude?
>>3775090Her hormones are flowing hard, the only reason she hasn't jumped Wulf is because he's Nanban.
Also, OP is a faggot again. I gotta duck off to get some grub. Will call votes when I return and start writan.
>>3775112QM, it's kinda of weird to me you post Elf Samurai and stuff, will there be Youkai or will MC's hair and/or eyes change colors from something potentially?
>>3775167I just liked the image. Anyway, vote called!
You swung your blade in a wide arc before catching it on your scabbard and sliding it home with a flourish. "Wulf," you said, turning slightly until your breasts--and belly--were in full profile. "For martial artists the body is a weapon, and the sword is the soul of that weapon."He coughed, and you could tell he was trying to keep his gaze from wandering over your muscled back. You walked passed him, bumping him with your hip ever so gently. "To see my naked blade," you paused, looking over your shoulder with a carefully-held look of martial detachment. "Is in a way more intimate than seeing my naked breasts."He coughed again, sputtering and tearing away like he'd touched scalding metal. "Kasumi, I didn't..."Your stony face split into giggles. "I'm just teasing you," you said. It was... well, when you thought to say it it was the truth. Wulf was wound so tightly, if he was going to be your companion he'd need to lighten up a little. But as the words passed over your lips you started to ponder how serious you'd really been.Yes, you'd been trying to get a rise out of him, but there was a soul to what you'd said. Your blade was as much a part of you as your hand. And... now that you allowed your mind to dwell on it... there was something about his attention that felt good. A part of you felt guilty for even entertaining the thought, but you couldn't quite put it out of your mind.You pulled your Kimono over your shoulders and quickly wrapped it so at least your breasts and belly were covered. It didn't seem to help either of you much. "I'll join you for dinner," you said, politely retiring to wash up after your exercise. The two of you parted ways and you quickly made your room to the bathroom.You were alone in the cool water, which gave you time to think while you let your tired muscles rest. You had a small amount of coin horded away, and you knew Wulf had money of his own. If you wanted, you could strike out for Haikon's castle now and... storm the gates? Try and bluff your way in? No, none of those would work, you didn't even have armor.Armor... that was the thing. You were large of stature, especially for a woman. You had a set made especially for you at your lord's castle, but you were sure even that would need work to adjust to your growing figure.
Weapons... you had your swords. You doubted if a better pair existed in all the world. You had an arquebus, but you still hadn't found someone to give it a look. Even if you did, you knew little in the art of firearms. Then there was the bow. You'd enjoyed sword fighting more, but you'd always been good with a bow. Of course, you'd always had to wear a breast protector. Still, that was a more reasonable collection of items to acquire.You scowled, all your plotting wasn't quite enough to dislodge that lingering feeling of *something* you'd felt while training. You dried off after your bath and dressed for dinner, but barely three steps out the door you nearly plowed into Maya."Oooh!" The lithe girl all but bounced off your bump. Other than that one incident at the brook she'd never dropped her simple-minded farm-girl act. But you knew better now. You'd bet your life that she was a ninja. "Kasumi! You've gotten huge!"You rolled your eyes, "It's been barely a week, Maya.""Still," Maya wrapped her arms around your equator and smiled. "I mean... I guess..." she pulled away, holding her hands wide apart. "Okay, it was just me."You smiled. This time you'd felt it. She slipped something into your belt. A tiny package wrapped around a few coins.>Find a secluded spot and open it now>You're expected at dinner, go eat with Wulf first.
>>3775315>You're expected at dinner, go eat with Wulf first.Wait to read it, in case someone else is watching.
>>3775315>You're expected at dinner, go eat with Wulf first.>>3775328It may be important to read it now, and I doubt people are watching or they'd have attacked us already, but maybe they're watching her... So i'll go along
>>3775315>You're expected at dinner, go eat with Wulf first.
The note, whatever it was, felt like it was burning a hole in your hakama. You yearned to open it and relieve your curiosity, but you knew Maya wouldn't have slipped it to you in such a subtle way unless she had a good reason. She was subtle, you'd be subtle too. You pretended like the note wasn't there and made your way to the dining hall.Wulf smiled at you from a table in the corner, rising to his feet when you entered. "Kasumi," he said, filing into position behind you as the two of you lined up to collect your dinners. You'd helped make today's meal, and you helped yourself to a heaping serving. You'd been eating a lot recently. After your long hike to the mission you never wanted to be that hungry again.The two of you filed back to your secluded seats, and you rather carefully settled onto a bench. You still hadn't completely mastered the art of sitting like a gaijin, especially with your twins feeling heavier by the day. "Are they..." Wulf gestured broadly at your belly, "is everything alright?"You nodded. "Precocious is all. Strong.""Like their mother," he said with a testing smile.You nodded. "Yes." >Just eat as quickly as you can. You want to look at that note!>Tease Wulf some more, maybe it'll help the time pass.>Something else
>>3775536Hey, does Wulf know the full truth about us? i forget if we told him or just was vague about it.
>>3775543He knows you're a Samurai who's master was slain. That's about it, you never told him the specifics.
>>3775536>Tease Wulf some more, maybe it'll help the time pass.Tell him if we're really going to do it, then you want to meet with him later that night to bare your heart to him. He'll probably fall for it again, but either way, tell him forreal you want to meet, and then tell him the whole truth, he's risking his life for us, he deserves to know.
>>3775536>>Just eat as quickly as you can. You want to look at that note!
>>3775588>>3775557Can we still tell the whole truth about us, even if we don't tease him. Get him to come later tonight so we can talk alone.
>>3775600Okay. Gonna need to tell him eventually.
Sorry, anons. Feel asleep last night. Working on an update for you all, but it'll probably be the only one today.
You packed away your dinner as quickly as you could. Thankfully, the people of the mission had grown used to you and your appetite, so none of them raised an eye. You were pregnant after all, it wasn't unusual for a woman in your condition to be hungry. "Wulf," you said, dabbing at the corners of your mouth, "Come by my room tonight, we need to talk."You saw every expression under the sun pass over his craggy face. Surprise, confusion, excitement, dismay, and finally still more confusion. You had no idea a hastily-whittled log could be so expressive, and you had to stifle a giggle with a cough. "Yeah," he said, rubbing the back of his neck and looking off into nothing in particular. "Yeah, I'll be there."You smiled and slurped up a few more noodles. You realized what he'd thought you meant. A part of you was surprised he'd think of you in that way, considering your condition. But only a small part. You were no vain princess, but you were aware of the effect your body had on men, even with two babies on the way. It would make an effective disguise in any case, a plausible reason for the two of you to meet late at night.A small part of you enjoyed the attention, even if it was fleeting. Even a samurai has needs after all. "Tonight, then," you said.
Later that night, you sat on the edge of your bed, slowly turning the package Maya'd slipped you over in your hands. You wanted so desperately to open it, but first... first you had to come clean with Wulf. You'd told him your story only in the vaguest generalities. If he was going to fight by your side, he deserved to know what he was getting in to."Kasumi?" he slid the door open slightly. You could see a rush of relief on his face when he noticed you were still fully clothed. That... stung a little. "Wulf," you stood and motioned for him to close the door after him. "I need to tell you something." Quickly, you laid out the details of your story. How you were running for your life, how you and your twins had nowhere to go unless you could slay Haikon and keep him from seizing the shogunate, everything. He seemed to take it well, nodding along with everything you said. "Doesn't change a thing."You sighed with relief. "I... you deserved to know the whole story.""Mmm," Wulf grunted. "I'm still with you." He waved towards the small package you'd left on your bed. "What's that?""A present from Maya," you said.He blinked. "Maya? The farm girl?"You nodded. "Not just a farm girl, I think. A ninja.""A ninja? Maya? No," Wulf shook his head, about to dismiss the idea out of hand. "Oh."You settled back onto the bed and carefully unfolded the paper. Inside were a few coins that you hastily added to your small stash. The paper itself was... you squinted. Lines and arrows and... a map!"What is that?" Wulf tilted his head, trying to look at it from different angles."A map," you said. "To a place in the mountains not far from here." You thought. "Maybe two days ride. But..." you frowned. "It doesn't end anywhere. Just... mountains.""Their hideout?" asked Wulf. "Ninja have hideouts, right?"You looked at him and shrugged. You hadn't even been certain Ninja were real until Maya pulled that vanishing act.>Leave at once, ride through the night if you have to.>Leave in the morning. It'll be less conspicuous to be traveling during the day, and you'll have more time to gather your things.
>>3776411>Leave in the morning.“Do you have a weapon around you could use for this trip, Wulf?”
>>3776411>Leave in the morning. It'll be less conspicuous to be traveling during the day, and you'll have more time to gather your things.Get our gun checked out.
>>3776411>Leave in the morning. It'll be less conspicuous to be traveling during the day, and you'll have more time to gather your things.
"Wulf," you asked, "Do you have a weapon for the journey?" Given the big German's raw size, you weren't certain he'd need any. In fact, given that you were about to visit a ninja camp, you doubted any weapon he could carry would do much good."I left my zweihänder in Germany," he said. You weren't sure what a zweihänder was, but you were certain you wouldn't be able to pronounce it. If you tried Wulf would just laugh at you."What is... that," you mumbled, feeling your cheeks flush a little. You squared your shoulders and straightened your back as much as you could manage. His accented Japanese was still atrocious, so you didn't feel bad about being unable to pronounce his incomprehensible Gaijin tongue."A sword." Wulf held his hands apart. Far apart. "A big sword.""That is not a sword," you said. Clearly something had been lost in the translation. A weapon that massive wasn't a sword, couldn't be. "A polearm, I think is the word you're looking for. A halberd or such.""No," Wulf grinned. "It was a sword." He swung his hands, scything an imaginary blade through a vast swath of air. You could already imagine the sheer force a man of his size could put behind a blade. Even at the top of your skills you'd be hard pressed to parry such a hefty weapon. "If... if only you still had it," you said quietly. "Mmm..." Wulf shrugged. "You know, a wise woman told me a martial artist's body is a weapon."You rolled your eyes. You weren't a fan of having your own words thrown back at you. "Yes, well I suppose even a quarterstaff would be imposing in your hands.""But you'd rather I had my blade?"You nodded, such killing potential would be a--why was he smirking? "Wulf!" you swatted at him with the back of your hand. After that speech about showing him your blade being more intimate than baring your breasts... 'He dodged your swat with ease. The room almost shook with his laughter. "You started it, Kasumi. Surely you can parry as well as thrust.""I should never have been your trophy wife," you scowled."Your idea, not mine." Wulf held up his hands defensively. You bit your lip in a pout. "Right," you admitted, resting your hands on your hips and slowly pacing your room. "We... we should leave in the morning I think. Less suspicious than traveling at night.""I agree," said Wulf. "I wouldn't want to try and sneak out now."You sat on the edge of your bed. Your twins were being oddly still. You couldn't resist the urge to hum a quiet lullaby under your breath as you thought. Wulf smiled at you, but you ignored him. You were pregnant enough that you considered yourself entitled to the occasional motherly indulgence. "Wulf, do you know much of firearms?"
"A little," he said. "Why?""I... acquired a arquebus from my assassins," you said. "But I'm not sure how to evaluate it.""Well," Wulf shrugged his massive shoulders. "I could take a look. I know a few people I'd trust. I could have them check it out.""Please," you said. Hopefully it would be a useful boon to your quest. "First thing in the morning," he said, turning to leave.>Let him go, you've got a busy day ahead of you. You'd better get some sleep.>Ask him to stay. He came to visit your room late at night. It might be less suspicious if he spent the night with you.>Ask him to stay. You want to maintain your cover and... you'd really rather not be alone tonight.
>>3777207>Ask him to stay. He came to visit your room late at night. It might be less suspicious if he spent the night with you.Separate futons, though.
>>3777207>Ask him to stay. He came to visit your room late at night. It might be less suspicious if he spent the night with you.QM, shamefur disprayhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zanbat%C5%8Dhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C5%8Cdachi
>>3777257Those were both rather rare weapons. A weapon as massive as a Zweihander, which itself took on polearm qualities, would've been unreasonable large.Also, considering the entendre with Kasumi's naked blade being more erotic than her bare breasts, having her be astonished at the size of Wulf's weapon appealed to me.
>>3777207>Let him go, you've got a busy day ahead of you. You'd better get some sleep.Oh comon our husband must be rolling in his grave.>>3777268>having her be astonished at the size of Wulf's weapon appealed to me.It would to many woman I would imagine.
>>3777287I may change my vote, but to get vengeance for our husband, it would be permitted to do anything, include have sex with other men, if it was purposefully necessary to complete it, in eastern philosophy anyways. The question I have is whether it's better to kick him out now or not. I'm rethinking whether him staying is actually better or not.
>>3777428The third option isn't intended to be a "Invite Wulf over for le sexy times" option. You're still asking him to spend the night to preserve your cover like with option two. But you're just starting to mentally crack a little under the pressure. It's a gauge of how well you're holding yourself together under the stress of seeking revenge WHILE being hunted WHILE carrying a set of twins.
>>3777518Yes, I understand that, I'm just saying it wouldn't be a problem even if we did have sex, if it was to the benefit of the mission.I'm debating whether keeping him here would actually preserve cover more or less than letting him leave.
>>3777530I'll leave the vote open for debate until you get settled. Kasumi's still human under all that honor and discipline. She's still got needs. and harnessing some horny anon energy might help get this quest more attention. QMs have needs too.
>>3777537Okay, I'll stick with getting him to stay. Since we're travelling, anyone observing us would simply think we picked up this dude to support us or we're moving on to a new town to settle down with to escape potential chaos.
"No." You stood, reaching out and grabbing the back of his tunic just before he opened the door. "Stay."He stopped. After a second's pause he slowly turned back to you. "Kasumi?" You could see confusion writ large on his craggy features. Confusion, shock, maybe even a hint of excitement."Stay the night." You smoothed your kimono and focused him in a cool, detached gaze. "You came to my room late at night. Naturally anyone watching would make certain assumptions, and for both our sakes it's best those assumptions go unchallenged. His brow furrowed as he slowly pieced together your intent. "Kasumi, I would never--""Yes you would," you said. It wasn't an accusation, just a simple statement of fact. "I've seen how you look at me. Even in my condition--no, especially in my condition you find me attractive."You saw the big German wilt at your words. His shoulders slumped and his face hung with guilt. "I... I can't deny that. But your husband..." He trailed off with a scowl. "I know myself well enough to know that if you asked I'd... but you haven't. I won't."You smiled at him. "I know," you said, motioning towards the floor. "You're a good man, Wulf. Which is why I want you to sleep here tonight. They--" you waved generally in abstract representation of Haikon's pervasive influence, "Wouldn't think twice about a man like you visiting a beautiful woman like me, babies or not. But I..." you settled onto the edge of your bed. "Know you. I know that I can sleep soundly tonight knowing that my babies are protected by the strongest German in all of Japan.""You're too kind to me, I think." Wulf settled down onto the floor."I'm not offering you my bed," you said with a smirk, lying down on your side and getting as comfortable as your condition allowed."You know I wouldn't deny a woman in your condition a bed.""Mmm..." you closed your eyes, "I told you. A good man."You took a deep breath. Your twins were settling down inside you, your heartbeat falling into a gentle rhythm with theirs. Slowly you drifted off to sleep.>What do you dream about?
>>3777819The first time we met our husband, during a negotiation between our families.
>>3777829>>3777819This, a negotiation of STEEL, that ended in a draw for REASONS(whatever reason i don't care)
As you drifted off to sleep, your mind wandered back... back to when you'd first met your late husband...You were old. Too old, really. Your maidenly years had come and gone. You were certain the window were you might find a husband had passed you by. You were a big, tall, strong woman. Even in your youth you'd grown like a bamboo shoot. Your parents had tried to find you suitors, but without exception the courtship collapsed soon after you met your would-be husband.No samurai wanted a wife stronger than him. No man wanted a wife he had to look up to, a wife he had to stand on tip-toe to kiss. You would never find love, and you'd accepted that. You were a weapon for your lord, a mighty warrior blessed with great strength. It... wasn't as fulfilling as being a wife and mother, but it was something. Being the chosen instrument of your lord's will was a noble calling indeed.All that changed when *he* showed up. His name was Mitsuo, chief retainer of one of your lord's new allies. He'd traveled with his lord to meet yours, and the two of you had been circling each other like hungry wolves ever since.He was shorter than you of course, most men were. But he didn't seem intimidated by your size or strength in the slightest. In fact, the look he gave you... it was like your size only amplified his desire to prove himself against you. He wasn't afraid of you and he certainly wasn't repulsed by you. He seemed to want to conquer you.Let him try. You were the strongest swordsman in all of Japan. You had nothing to prove. So why was your blood running hot as molten steel. Your hands perpetually curled into fists while you and Mitsuo stalked around each other. >As soon as he's alone, challenge him to a duel. You need to knock him down a peg or two.>You've got nothing to prove. Be civil. Invite him to dine with you. Inflict on him the greatest embarrassment a foe can bear: to be ignored.
>>3777922>You've got nothing to prove. Be civil. Invite him to dine with you. Inflict on him the greatest embarrassment a foe can bear: to be ignored.Our sword shall be our iron will! He will never make it bend.
>>3777922>You've got nothing to prove. Be civil. Invite him to dine with you. Inflict on him the greatest embarrassment a foe can bear: to be ignored.Soon we shall fight, though. If a man can't even last a minute dueling with us, how can he expect to hilt himself inside us
>>3777922>You've got nothing to prove. Be civil. Invite him to dine with you. Inflict on him the greatest embarrassment a foe can bear: to be ignored.
>>3777922>As soon as he's alone, challenge him to a duel. You need to knock him down a peg or two.
You bowed deeply to Mitsuo. An outside observer could easily mistake your action for a humble show of respect, but your intentions couldn't be further removed. You bowed not to show respect, but to demonstrate your staggering superiority in height. You'd never met a woman who could match your proportions, and even most men had to look up at you. It was part of the reason you were still unmarried,but you'd forged it into a weapon. "Mitsuo," you put on a mask of politeness"I'm glad you could joins us. I trust your journey wasn't too harsh?""mm." Mitsuo stood barely to your chin. A few steps closer and you could smother him with your chest. "the climb was quite strenuous." He turned, staring out the balcony at the snow dusted mountains your lord's castle was nestled in. And in the process turning his back to you. Was he confident in your honor, or did he just think you weren't a threat. "but well worth it for the view."You blinked, not sure how to take that. A small part of you kindled an ember of hope, but your higher reason quashed it. You were a giant and he was short for a man. You were a curiosity to him, nothing more. "misuo," you asked. "would you do me the honor of sharing a meal?""a meal with you?" he looked up at you with a smile. "the spectacle alone would be a lofty gift indeed.You held back a pout. Yes, your appetite was large but it fully suited your proportions. "come to my chambers, I'll have something prepared.""I look forward to it." he said with a wink.>make something elaborate. Show him that you're more than an oaf with a blade. >prepare something simple and spare. You're not so captured by his coy charm that you need to impress.>something else
>>3778381>prepare something simple and spare. You're not so captured by his coy charm that you need to impress.He hasn't earned the right to taste our premium cooking yet.
>>3778381>prepare something simple and spare. You're not so captured by his coy charm that you need to impress.Primp up our room and presentation though, not to impress him or anything, but because it's right to make a guest feel more comfortable
I think this might be more fun than the story proper!
>>3778408Why did you change IP, I just noticed?
>>3778412Shift from one machine to another.
>>3778413So will this end once revenge is completed or do you want to keep it close to your chest or...?
>>3778419I'll probably end, but I might run another quest with similar themes after depending on interest and how I feel.
>>3778423Hummmm, I thought this might continue, like being regent to our children and defending the lands and dueling people who want our hand in marriage to take the lands from our children by using us as claim and stuff like that.
>>3778381>prepare something simple and spare. You're not so captured by his coy charm that you need to impress.>>3778423Could do a quest in the same universe, hint about this one somewhere.
That... Is actually a really good idea. Anyway votes called.
>>3778455>>3778448And having a nanban boytoy to keep us satisfied and protect our house, should he be able to compete with us in a duel
You retired to your chambers and gave the place a quick once over. You didn't have much and what you did have was scrupulously maintained. Still, you were inviting the retainer of another lord into your room. You were in a way an ambassador. Any dirt or dust would reflect badly on him, and you just couldn't have that.When you were finally satisfied with the condition of your room you went down to the kitchens. You'd never been too proud to cook your own meals. You were actually a stellar cook, you'd tried to soak up every bit of cooking knowledge you could when you were younger. You'd hoped it would make you a more appealing wife, but... Yeah, that hadn't worked out.In any case, you quickly threw together a hearty but spare meal. Enough to fill your belly but humble and devoid of flourish. You were feeding Mitsuo to tease him, not to impress him. You'd just finished setting up when he joined you in your room. "Kasumi," he bowed to you. "Mitsuo," you smiled a wicked grin. "how nice of you to join me." "how could any man resist an offer from you." You rolled your eyes. "flattery will get you nowhere.""oh? Then perhaps a direct approach." Mitsuo settled on his haunches accros from you. "how is it that no man yet has snatched you up?" >boast. No man yet has been able to best you.>answer honestly. No man wants a wife who could break him in half.>deflect. Surely he's had his choice of maidens.
>>3778467 nanban could help. Means she can roll in the sheets whenever she likes without worrying about dynastic implications
>>3778481>boast. No man yet has been able to best you.
>>3778481>answer honestly. No man wants a wife who could break him in half.
Gonna keep the vote open for a bit, see if the tie breaks.
>>3778481>answer honestly. No man wants a wife who could break him in half.And we don’t want a man we can break in half either
Your smug grin faded for a moment. You were massive and strong as a brace of oxen. It was that very strength that made you such a useful servant of your lord. Your brawn was a gift, and you'd never dream of denying your lord. But still, duty could only calm a girl's heart so much."I've had suitors," you said. "arrangements made. They loose interest when the meet me. No man wants a woman who could break him in half.""Then they are fools," said Mitsuo. He took a long slurp of your noodles and smiled. "you're an exceptional cook.""Thank you," you said. Your cheeks felt hot and you shifted on your haunches. This wasn't working at all. You'd intended to be throw him off balance but now he was in control. "It... My mother taught me the recipe.""truly she is a wise and skilled woman." Mitsuo smiled wider and helped himself to more. "your hair is very beautiful."You blinked like you'd just been struck. That was the last thing you'd expected to hear. Your hair was long straight. So long it nearly brushed your butt. "I'd been meaning to cut it--""Don't," he cut you off. "you look lovely with it long." before you could respond he posed a question to you. "which do you image deserves the greater honor: a man who defeated an ordinary soldier, or one who fought a legendary master to a draw?">write in
>>3778664>write inSmirk at him, "What kind of question is that, of course the one who fought a legendary master to a draw. A true Samurai's soul refuses to lose to anything other than extraordinary means. Defeating an ordinary soldier is like slaughtering a cow. You reap only momentary material gains. The experience to even lose to a Legendary Master is like being blessed by Amaterasu-ōmikami herself. Your soul will burn brighter than ever before and your ki will nourish those around you like a font."
You smirked at him. You had, for a moment, almost fancied Mitsuo. At the very least he hadn't seemed intimidated by your abundance of size and strength"what kind of question is that? Of course the one who fought a legendary master to a draw.""oh, I agree," he said with a nod. "to fight a master of such skill would be an honor no matter the outcome. One who refuses could only be afraid of his own weakness.""is there a point to this?" you grumbled"In good time," said Mitsuo. "see I believe fighting a great master, even if I'm found wanting, would be a noble endeavor. It would humble me and teach me." he stroked his chin and smiled. "One who refuses the fight is afraid not of his own weakness, else he would relish the chance to learn and improve. No, he's worried that they world might learn of his weaknes. Such men are not worth considering."You bit your lip. You realized what he was getting at." your wisdom is not--"" Kasumi, "Mitsuo stood." would your duel with me tonight? ">accept the duel.>refuse the duel, at least for now.
>>3778981>accept the duel.Hmph. the Wise Master knows he is not the Wisest nor the Most Masterful.
>>3778981>accept the duel.
>>3778981>refuse the duel, at least for now.Accept later at midnight.
>>3779017I mean, Midnight is night... which I'm fine with.
You stood, looming over him and rolling your shoulders in a display of your impressive musculature. "I accept," you said with an icy stare. You put on a carefully manicured display of discipline.Inside you were giggling like a school girl. It'd been so long since you'd had a proper duel with someone new to the castle. Most visitors took one look at you and went running for easier partners. "midnight. By the cherry tree."He smiled and bowed. "it will be an honor.">go to the duel as you are.>strip your kimono and fight in your sarashi. Maybe you can tease him a little more.
>>3779041>go to the duel as you are.
>>3779041>go to the duel as you are.Meditate before the duel. You have high expectations and you must clear your mind.
>>3779041>>3779048Maybe we take our Kimono off sometime during the duel?
After he left you settled on your haunches to meditate. It wasn't easy. Mitsuo talked to you in ways nobody ever had. He was aware of your strength, in awe of it really, but he wasn't intimidated by you in the slightest. He saw you not as a mighty military tool, but as a fellow warrior.A warrior and a woman. He'd complimented your hair. Your long flowing mane cascaded all the way down your back and still nobody ever noticed it. Your height your brawn... That was all anyone ever saw.But not Mitsuo. You felt warm all over, like you'd spent a cold winter night under the comfort of a kotatsu. You'd written off the idea of ever finding a husband, especially considering your age. But...But what if this was just an attempt to get under your skin. A ploy to throw you off your guard. You were aware of your reputation. Fighting a giant to heel would be honor enough for any man. You grit your teeth. You were a warrior after all, not a woman.When the hour came you walked softly to the castle courtyard. Mitsuo was waiting, blade in hand. "Kasumi," he smiled"Mitsuo," you took up position opposite him. The two of you bowed and the duel was on.>attack! You've got strength to burn, show him what you can do. >wait. Lure him out. Let him extend first, then capitalize on the opening.
>>3779104>attack! You've got strength to burn, show him what you can do. We have the reach. Try not to move too much though, he will probably do that epic dueler thing where he barely moves and can battle 10 people in a row.
>>3779104>>wait. Lure him out. Let him extend first, then capitalize on the opening.
>>3779109>>3779104Okay, I switch to:>wait. Lure him out. Let him extend first, then capitalize on the opening.If he's so eager to duel us, then let him come. We can take his blows and keep ticking, then finish him off in an explosive climax
>>3779104>wait. Lure him out. Let him extend first, then capitalize on the opening.
https://webmshare.com/xDnW6Theme right now
You settled your not unsubstantiatal weight onto the balls of your feet and waited. You had reach and strength on him. If he was so eager to dash himself against a mountain this mountain would oblige.He caught on quick, darting like he weighed nothing. He probed and tested with his blade, exploring your guard and feeling out your style. "you're quite the fighter,"he said as your parried a teasing blow." I've never seen someone your size move so fast.""I've been training all my life," you made a blow of your own that he effortless sidestepped."that much is clear." he exploited the opening. You parried just in time. Steel rang against steel as your swords collided. It was almost too late, the tip of his katana nicked the material of your kimono. "were you happy?""what?" you scowled. He read your body like a book. Every action you made he anticipated almost before you realized he made it. The two of you danced with steel, your blood rising with each perfect parry."happy," said Mitsuo. "you deserve to be happy. To have someone who makes you happy." he attacked again. Again he sliced into your kimono. It hung open over your chest. Only your sarashi kept your figure covered.Sweat glistened on your skin and rolled down your toned muscles. You threw off the pointless shirt and settled in behind your blade."well?" Mitsuo said with a teasing slice.>lie. You have your blade, what more do you need?>be honest. You want to be more than a bruiser with a blade.
>>3779153>>lie. You have your blade, what more do you need?I-it's not as if you guessed what I wanted all my life, Baka!Don't actually say that.
>>3779153>lie. You have your blade, what more do you need?Now cut his Kimono open too kek
"I..." you didn't know what to say? That he'd just put into words what you're wanted as long as you remembered? That he'd reopened the wounds left by watching sister after sister marry off in bliss? The ache in your chest every time you thought about how you'd never nurse a child at your breasts never love and be loved like only a wife and mother could?You set your jaw and hardened your gaze. "I have my blade" you said, darting in for a strike. You managed to slice his shirt open before he parried the blow away."I don't believe you" he said. "no man is an island, no woman a weapon. You deserve to be loved."You roared and swung your blade with all your immense strength. He ducked sliding out of the way by inches. He countered, you deflected. Again and again the dance continued until the sun was high in the sky.You were both dripping with sweat, but you'd fought to a standstill. For hours you'd need locked in competition but neither of your had the edge. Suddenly Mitsuo thew his blade aside. The sikitter of steel on stone distracted you just long enough for him to throw himself into you. You toppled onto your back with Mitsuo straddling your rippling belly. The two of you made one mass of sweaty flesh. "I win," he said, holding a tanto to your neck."I win," you corrected, tapping his gut with the flat of your sword.Mitsuo through his head back and laughed. He slid off you and flopped to the ground beside you. "the fight was an honor," he said. "let me make you happy forever."You blinked."be my wife, Kasumi. You deserve to be happy.">tsun! >dere!
>>3779204>tsun! What the fuck, this guy is an anime protagonist. He wants us to be happy as a woman and mother and then he just proposes after losing to us in a duel. This nibba need to court us lol if he can't even win
>>3779214Well, this is her dream.
>>3779214>>3779204Call him Baka in that somewhat guttural town and then say he needs to treat us like a woman first, we don't give it up on the first date and who says we even like him~
>>3779204>tsun!He's gotta wait a lot longer for the dere to come in.
You wanted it. You wanted it and your wanted him. Bad. You'd come to terms with being a warrior first and a woman a distant second. For someone to love your as a woman, to love you not inspite of your muscles but because of them...It didn't matter. No matter how much you wanted it you refused to show weakness. "baka," you growled. "who says I even like you?" "don't you?" Mitsuo smirked at you from accros the floorYou scowled. You were too exhausted to lie. "it's beside the point. I don't... Not on the first date.""so this was a date?" "baka," you muttered. "you didn't even beat me." "you're no prize to be won," he said confidently. "just to spar to a draw was an honor." he propped himself up on an elbow, not even bothering to hide how he was sizing up you sweat glistening muscles. "if you're waiting for a husband who can best you you will be waiting a very long time." You smiled at the compliment. The more you thought about it the more you realized he was right. You didn't really want to be bested in battle. That alone was a horrible way to choose a husband. "so that's it? You expect me to fall into your arms just because you fought me to a draw?""expect, no." Mitsuo shrugged. "desired yes. But that's beside the point. Do you know what love is?" "I assume you do?" "love is a condition," said Mitsuo, "where your happiness is contingent on another's. I love you, Kasumi. How can I prove it?" >make me a meal worthy of a wife >take me out. You're not afraid to parade a woman twice your size on your arm, are you? >something else
>>3780307>take me out. You're not afraid to parade a woman twice your size on your arm, are you?
>>3780307>take me out. You're not afraid to parade a woman twice your size on your arm, are you? That or whip it out.
"take me out," you said. "show me around the town. Unless..." you smirked at him. "you're afraid to be seen parading a woman twice your size on your arm.""Kasumi," he laughed. "having you on my arm for a minute would make it all worth it."And just like that the dream was over. You weren't a lonely young maiden laying sweat slick of the floor after a duel that lasted hours. You were a widow and mother to be lying in some gaijin mission. You... You were still lonely though. As lonely as any woman sharing her body with two very active babies could be.You blinked, suddenly realizing you'd been crying in you sleep. You sniffed, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. It didn't help. If anything it made your tears well up stronger.You sat up as best you could, resting on your side with you belly sitting like an anchor on the bed."Kasumi?" Wulf stirred from the floor. The second his bleary gaze saw the tears streaming down your face he was wide awake. His muscles tensed, visibly going into protective overdrive.>lie. You're fine. You're just... Pregnancy... Look away...>be honest. You dreamed about your late husband and now you feel twice as lonely.>cry. Just... Just cry for now.
>>3780411>lie. You're fine. You're just... Pregnancy... Look away...Stupid giant gaijin nanban idiot baka stop trying to take advantage of us in our vulnerable state
>>3780411>>lie. You're fine. You're just... Pregnancy... Look away...
You turned away, hiding your face in profile and cradling you belly tightly. It'd all seemed so real, so immediate. You'd been so happy for just a moment. "I..." your voice wavered. You steeled yourself before continuing. "I'm fine. I'm... My babies... Pregnancy..." Wulf stood up and carefully settled onto the edge of your bed. He didn't touch you, but you could feel his presence. Baka. Stupid giant gaijin nanban idiot baka! Waiting to take advantage of you in your vulnerable state! "look away," you said, trying to put some steel in your tone. It sounded more like clay. "just...""okay," he turned away. "Kasumi... Is... I hate seeing you like this." You bit your lip as tears flowed down your cheeks. He just wanted you. A hot piece of exotic ass from the east. Your pregnant bump probably only made you more enticing. And here he was, taking advantage of you in your vulnerable condition." baka, "you grunted. Only... Only he hadn't laid a finger on you. He only slept with you - on the floor mind you - because you'd asked. Maybe you weren't the one being taken advantage of. "is there anything I can do?" asked Wulf. >just have him grab two spots for breakfast. Compose yourself while he's gone. This was... Was just pregnancy and loneliness coming together in a particularly nasty confluence. >apologize for your shortness, but really you need some space alone. >admit that maybe it's more than just your pregnancy making you emotional. Maybe... A platonic hug would help?
>>3780671>just have him grab two spots for breakfast. Compose yourself while he's gone. This was... Was just pregnancy and loneliness coming together in a particularly nasty confluence. >apologize for your shortness, but really you need some space alone. Need a minute
>>3780671>admit that maybe it's more than just your pregnancy making you emotional. Maybe... A platonic hug would help?Our soul is leaking energy. We need to achieve balance to form our spear when we wish to breach heaven.
>>3780671>admit that maybe it's more than just your pregnancy making you emotional. Maybe... A platonic hug would help?
I'm going to leave the vote open for a while longer until I can write at length. New thread next time!
>>3780756QM, two things. Can you please get a tripcode? Secondly, do you have a pregnancy sex fetish?
>>3780756QM, to be honest, you really don't need to start up a new thread just yet. You're on page 2, and you haven't even gotten halfway down the catalogue. Just keep posting in this thread until you get past 750 replies.
>>3780835>>3780756This. There's no need to start a new thread unless you want to for thematic reasons. With how often you update, you could probably finish up the revenge in this thread.
>>3780836...I'm kinda hoping the quest might take a little longer to finish then just these two threads, anon.
>>3780855What I mean is, you could do 100 updates before this thread 404's, with how often you update per day. So, to kill Haikon, it could feasibly be done within this thread, is what I mean. It would be like 2-3 threads in 1, with how qst works
>>3780859Maybe he needs a break.
>>3780869Okay, but It's not a big deal if he makes a new thread, I'm just saying there's no need to make a new thread to beat 404.
>>3780812>TripcodeYeah, no worries>fetishDepends on what'd keep this quest nice and active, anon.>>3780836>>3780855>>3780859>>3780871I thought we were past the bump limit.
>>3780896Nah, bump limit on /qst/ is 750 posts.
>>3780896>>3780899Also, not many threads are made, so threads last a long time. Look at some of the oldest threads from when they were made and the last post.
Yeah but it would be more consistent to make a new thread.
>>3780896/qst/ has a bump limit of 750 like anon above said, or if the OP reaches 3 days old, then it also starts to sage. But /qst/ is a slow enough board that a thread can usually last just around 2 weeks before it dies.Its up to you on what you'd prefer for running a quest. Either keep putting out newer ones to keep them on higher pages for more notice and newer players, or let them last for a bit longer and keep the thread numbers low. Higher numbers might scare away prospective players as they'll have to catch up a lot more.I've been lurking, and trying to read up on the archived thread. Should hopefully be able to start participating in the next day or so.
"I'm fine," you said abruptly, though with less fire in your belly than you wanted. "I'm... With child is all. Pregnancy does things to a woman she can't fully control." you squared your shoulders and straightened you back as much as you could under the circumstances. "Could you get us some seats at breakfast?" that was all this was. A particularly nasty confluence of loneliness and your babies throwing your whole body off it's kilter. You just needed to power through, to weather the storm of unbidden emotions and find your center again. A hearty meal would surely help. "I'll be down shortly." You could feel Wulf hesitate. He didn't want to leave you, not in your condition. But after a moment's hesitation he stood from the side to your bed. Instantly you knew you were wrong. This wasn't just a storm of emotion you could battle through. Your very soul was leaking energy and you know you wanted anything but to be alone. "Wulf," you said, your voice almost cracking. "I'm... I'm sorry. I was short before. Please don't leave me." He stopped, conflict written large on his face. Slowly he sat down beside you. You didn't hesitate to lean into his massive chest. His massive paws hesitatingly wrapped around you. "there there?" he asked unsteadily.You laughed through your tears and smiled despite yourself. This was good. This was a good cry. You sniffed and looked up at him. He smiled unsteadily back at you. >"What? First time a pregnant widow cried into your arms?" >reassure him you're not going to cut him. You just needed a hug. >hug him back. Hard. All this muscle isn't just for show.
>>3781953>hug him back. Hard. All this muscle isn't just for show.This is just so he knows not to get fresh with us again...
You twisted around to hug him, which turned out to be easier said than done done in you condition. Your stomach pressed against him and you felt one of your twins kick him in the gut.Wulf smiled. "strong as his mother," he said with a laugh."her," you corrected. You were having twin baby girls, you were sure of it. You squeezed him tight with all your considerable strength. You appreciated his kindness, but you wanted to remind him that you were no damsel in distress. "of course," Wulf said when you finally let go. "so... Breakfast?" "please" you nodded, eager to eat for three. Wulf left and you took a moment to clean yourself up. The big nanban baka might have seen you cry but nobody else had to. You washed your face and tied up your flowing hair before heading down to eat. As usual, Wulf pulled our a chair for you. "so," he grunted trying to break the awkward silence. "girls, huh?" "a mother knows these things," you said, trying to eat quickly without looking like your were eating quickly. "Wulf, when were finished I've got something to show you." The look on his face made your morning. Surprise and confusion and a hint of nervous anticipation. >clarify. You've got a firearm you need him to inspect. >neutral. Say nothing for now. >tease. Mislead him for your own amusement.
>>3782083>neutral. Say nothing for now. This is also the ultimate tease
Pregnant Samurai are extremely hard to find. I don't think I found even one. I guess there might be some Japanese preggers in Kimonos who might also have some indications of them being fighters but idk.
>>3782083>neutral. Say nothing for now.
>>3782083>>clarify. You've got a firearm you need him to inspect.
>>3782083>twin baby girlsWhat?Comon we need a son and daughter.
>>3783332It's from her perspective.
Hey, OP, you still alive?
Is it dead again?
>>3785926Alive, but busy and tired.
>>3789486Post on twitter if you can that you're busy. Maybe you were super busy, but disappearing without saying anything makes me cry
>>3789507I wasn't planning to be away for that long... and then...
You sat in silence, enjoying your breakfast nearly as much as the confused look on Wulf's face. You could tell that he didn't know what to think you meant, but also that at least a small part of him was imagining you inviting him back up to your room. Maybe you shouldn't have been so surprised he thought of you that way, your husband certainly never let your condition get in the way of his passions. Still, Wulf was obviously conflicted about what he was feeling.You let him stew in it for a while. You figured it was your prerogative as the only one at the table supporting two precious lives within your very body. You finished eating and motioned for him to come with you as you retreated to a secluded spot. He hesitated for a moment before sheepishly slinking after you."Wulf," you said, folding your hands under your swollen belly. "I have something to show you."He blinked, eyes narrowing before suddenly going wide. "Kasumi...""When I was attacked," you cut him off. You'd had your fun, but enough was enough. "One of my assassins carried a arquebus. I don't know the first thing about firearms, but could you...?""Oh," relief flooded his face. Relief and... at least a note of dissapointment. "Oh, a firearm. Yes, I can take a look.">Question him, what was he going to say?>Let him keep his secrets.
>>3789539>Let him keep his secrets.
>>3789544If we question too much, he will catch on and probably squash any thoughts about us and also we won't have as much fun with him.
>>3789539>Question him, what was he going to say?
I'm sorry guys, I'm really not feeling it. Stay tuned to the twitter, I'll announce the next run there.
You decided to let him keep his secrets for now. You figured he'd earned that much, and besides you wouldn't be able to have as much fun with him if you forced him to confront the issue. Instead you lead him quietly to where you'd stashed the arquebus.Wulf scowled when he looked it over. "the craftsmanship was okay," he said, "but... Did this go in the water?"You nodded. "I was attacked at a hot spring," you explained. "my assassin dropped his gun.""ah," Wulf nodded. "yes, that would explain it. The bore's too fouled and the lock's banged up. I wouldn't trust it.""oh," you said softly. You'd hoped for more, but it seems fate had dealt you a foul hand. "so it is."Wulf shook his head. "I'm sorry Kasumi.""we press on," you said. "we've a long ride ahead of us.""about that," said Wulf. "maybe... Our act at the market?">Wulf's right. Posing as a gaijin's trophy would lower your profile.>you still have your dignity. You'll go as traveling companions, nothing more.
>>3794031>Wulf's right. Posing as a gaijin's trophy would lower your profile.
"You'd have me as your trophy wife?" you said flatly. "it... Would lower our profile.""that was my thought," he said. His lips were tight and it was obvious his thoughts had been more than purely practical.You let it pass for now. After collecting your things the two of you set out for the mountain valley Maya marked out for you. The ground was heavy with snow and the air was brisk, but you'd bundled yourself well and the roads were clear enough.The two of you rode in silence for a while until Wulf spoke up. "Kasumi," he said hesitantly. "are you... How are you doing? You and the babies.""how do you mean?" you asked a little sharper than you'd intended."you're stronger than any woman I've ever seen," said Wulf. "but..." He glanced at your increasingly swollen belly. "I know carrying a child is a labor in itself.""you doubt that I could complete my goal?" you asked defensively."what? No, not you," Wulf scowled. "but... I'm just worried about you." he glanced pointedly at your bump. "about all of you." >wat do?
>>3794107>wat do?"You are a very bold man for one I just met recently, you know that~? The only men who have been as presumptuous as you have been my Father and my Husband, I wonder which one you'd rather be?" wait for all the protests and sputtering then say in a low voice, "I am fine, Wulf, you needn't worry about us. We wont stop until our honor is restored."
"You're a very bold man for one I met so recently." you narrowed your eyes to inscrutable slits and gave him a stone faced scowl. "Do you know that?" He gave you a look like a small, cornered animal. It was most unbecoming for a man of his raw size. "The only men who've been so presumptuous have been my husband and my wife." you slipped your hands under the swell of your middle and made a point of cradling your southern hemisphere. "I wonder which one you'd rather be."He started, twitching away from you in his saddle. You readied yourself for his sputtering apology, but it never came. Either he'd gotten better at reading you or you'd gotten worse at hiding your smile.He shook his head and let loose a rumbling laugh. "Some trophy wife you are."You crossed your arms with what was certainly not a pout. You... May have walked into that one but in your defense you hadn't expected Wulf to bait you back. Getting out of the mission had been good for him. "What happened to being worried about me?" "I still am," he said. "At least a little. But... You're not like the women I'm used to." "That was never in doubt," you grumbled. "we have a saying, 'iron sharpens iron'," said Wulf. "and you my dear are iron of the first order. I should treat you like it." You smiled. "Thank you," you said softly. "But you know you needn't worry about me or my children." "I'm sure you'll keep them safe," he said. "I just hope I can help you finish your quest." "thank you, Wulf." He smiled and the two of you rode on in silence. Well, almost silence. You caught yourself singing lullabies a few times. You know Wulf noticed but he didn't say anything. Soon the sun was setting. "Getting dark," grunted Wulf. "we could bed down here." "There is an inn not far away," you said. "We'd have to share a room," said Wulf. "for the disguise and--""our coin, I know." >sleep in the woods. >get a room at the inn together
>>3794215>sleep in the woods. We don't want to be noticed, and we can say it's some christian shit if people come across us.
"the woods would be better, I think," you said. You didn't want to be noticed, and you'd rather endure the cold of night than risk being spotted too early on your journey. "if you say so." Wulf didn't seem convinced but also didn't bother to argue with you. The two of you rode on until you found a nice hidden place to bed down. Wulf politely went to cover your tracks while you very gracelessly dismounted. You swore your twins had gotten heavier during the few hours you'd been riding. "Easy girls," you said to your precious twins. "easy, we're not there yet." "They kicking you?" Wulf asked with a guarded smile. "No," you said. "no, just very heavy." "big," corrected Wulf. "like their mother." You laughed and settled onto your haunches to build a fire. The night was already cold and it would only get worse once the sun fully set. You hands shivered as you arranged tinder and kindling. "Here," Wulf knelt to help you. "I'm quite capable on my own," you protested."and a king can plow a field," said Wulf. "you've got two little ones to look after. Let me take some of your burden, please." >what do?
>>3794322>what do?"I have to stay in shape and keep my ethic. Pregnancy shouldn't stop a Samurai from performing their duty. Do something else so I don't have to do it, that would help.
"I have to stay in shape," you protested. "I have to keep my ethic. Pregnancy shouldn't stop a samurai from performing her duty.""No one says it has to," Wulf started helping you arrange wood for the fire. "Kasumi, I've seen you fight and I've seen you train. You're the strongest woman I've ever seen and I have no doubt you'd finish your task even without me. But you don't have to."He took your hands, holding them close and warming your freezing fingers with his massive oafish paws. "Kasumi... you live to serve. So do I." He sighed and let you go. "I want to help you. Please... let me."You looked at him. Somehow your hands had migrated to your stomach when you hadn't been looking. "I..." you shook your head and sighed. "You could find us bedding," you said, breathing on your hands and going back to the fire. "Do that so I don't have to.""Of course," Wulf nodded and stood. After a few minutes arranging brush and snow he turned back to you. "It's going to be awfully cold tonight."You settled onto your haunches. He was right, you could feel the chill in your bones already. You... could mitigate the chill somewhat by pooling your warmth.>You're a Samurai, a little cold won't dent your honor.>Maybe you could spend the night cuddling. Best to keep your twins warm after all.
>>3794424>Maybe you could spend the night cuddling. Best to keep your twins warm after all.Be very careful now
"We... could spend the night together," you said. "For warmth."Wulf looked at you askance. "Are you trying to play with me again?"You shook your head. "No," you admitted. "It's going to be very cold, and..." you glanced at you swollen stomach. "I am carrying very precious cargo."He nodded and shrugged. "Kasumi, I'm..." He shook his head and settled down next to you. "You asked me to do this.""Yes," you said, scooting back until your butt pressed into him. You tried to get as comfortable as you could. Even in a proper bed it was getting difficult for you to work around the massive anchor that was your swollen belly. "I'm just reminding you," Wulf gingerly wrapped himself around you, cradling your belly with the gentlest of hands as he struggled to find a way to keep you both warm. "In case you pull your steel on me."You chuckled. "Be careful, Wulf.""I am," he said, holding you just gently enough to let you feel his presence. You still weren't sure how to feel about that, but your twins had fallen asleep inside you. You supposed if it was comforting enough for them it was comforting enough for you. As you drifted off to sleep you felt...>Calm.>Guilty>Write-in
>>3794440>Start off guilty, then switch to calm as we drift off to sleepAlso, next time, could you post your twitter so we can see your announcement?
>>3794440>Guilty>Write-inGuilty, but Wulf is considerate and proper for a rough man as he is and we need to do this to be in top form. He reminds us of our husband, in a way.
Hey, OP, I know you're busy with your mermaid quest and all, but could you just tell us if you're gonna continue this quest or not? I'd at least would like to know if you're putting this in hiatus or flat out dropping it.
>>3798345Didn't know he had another quest
>>3798407He does.>>3784890I only found out when he forgot to change his name back from this quest.
>>3798345I'm putting it on hiatus, sorry. Sometimes doing something else kinda jogs the creative juices, and I hope's that'd happen, but... yeah I just flat-out ran out of material for this.
>>3799039Thanks for telling us, at least. See you around.
>>3799113Yeah, I kinda jumped into this without enough quest to do, you know? I was running hard into a wall of nothing to do, no real character beats, no good plot beats... Unless this just turned into "ur preggers ecksdee" fetish quest and that not at all what I wanted to do.Odds are that if I come back to this it'll be a rebooted version of the same concept with a more fleshed out world (so your options aren't so constrained) and a qm who actually knows what he's doing.
>>3799039Oh shit rip. What a great betrayal etc etc. Least you could do is archive this
>>3799133Yeah, turns out I'm not the writer I though I was. Sorry to disappoint you all, I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted.
>>3799141This is so sad.