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>>46503062

It twisted her stomach, she now knew all that was done to her friends was evil, and done for reasons more selfish than even Yukari wanted to admit. She wasn’t the saint Hana wanted to believe she secretly was, good people don’t do what she does to so many. The arms that wrapped her that day at the party were not the comforting arms of family, they were like the deadly silk strands the butterfly didn’t see till it’s too late. Hana knew she was helpless then, who knows what would’ve happened to everyone she loved if she were carried into the threshold the gap Yukari was sure to summon. That thought disturbed her deeply.

If her mother hadn’t taken her from Yukari’s grasp, then showed off what terrible power she had contained in her there was no doubt what world Hana would live in. A world where she’d leave everyone behind to chase the same vein pleasures Yukari herself had gotten Hana addicted too, to chase a world in where she’d be a mere agent to her father’s suffering; a mere agent to the submission of those that loved her the most. That would’ve been the kind of women she’d be guiled into loving like a mother, someone that would use her while barely giving her enough affection to string her along.

Someone else shared the light of control Yukari’s eyes radiated, the sage Matara Okina, who she barely knew in all but name and rumor… and a few unflattering stories Marisa regaled her while drunk… The sleepless girl felt a pang a pity for the pink haired Hermit for a different reason now, being the only decent person among her peers. It was clear that while their methods and domains may be different, they were the same at the core. Though at least Hana knew that there was kindness inside Yukari, even if it was buried most of the time like a mole and more stubborn than an ass. She knew nothing about that dastardly sage aside from how wasn’t afraid to clutch at Hana’s most tender weakness to manipulate others, and who knew what else she’d do…

The other pink-haired girl, that Satori who read her like a book and no doubt gave the Secret God everything that Hana’s stormy mind conjured up was probably just a pawn too. Though even normal youkai are mysteries to humans, a mind reader with sickly appearance must be a massive pervert too if she’s willing serve a woman like that. Hana didn’t like her on instinct, she’d probably rate her a 1 or something if she had a numbered scale and she never remembered even her father speaking much positive things about the Satoris. Even though she looked rather childish, maybe a handful of years younger than Hana herself, there was a tired yet smug air around her that grated on Hana’s nerves as soon as she opened her mouth.

Limbs growing heavy from disuse the girl adjusted herself again on that worn futon, juban predictably growing yet tighter from the movement. A spark of frustration flared in the dark, she was just so powerless even though she’s grown so much! The gap in power between her and someone like her mother, or even the sometimes-unassuming Marisa, never seems to get shorter... in firepower at least. Just when she thinks she’s gotten some great advantage it gets ripped out from under her as the blatant unfairness of her environment becomes obvious. She can do nothing but watch as these powerful women do everything they could to destroy each other and use everyone like playthings. This little game of power made Hana sick, was this really the way things had always been just beneath the surface?

>>45081558
that was 6 threads ago, Anon
Hana is banging her dog now

>>45001268
I wouldn't say corruption, tho. This may even help Hana if she's honest with Aunn about exactly what are they're doing and the purpose. It'd be a lot healthier than her other sexual experiences
hell, if they enjoy each other enough Hana may even stop craving her father's dick
though she's still fucking the family's dog…