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>>46397007 (68)

The sky is cloudy, a most fortuitous event. It would be a bother if heaven gazed upon the earth tonight.

More fortuitous is the lack of artificial light in the village, a product of the recent tensions. No one is willing to leave their windows unbarred or fires lit, for that would make them stand out and perhaps draw the attention of something terrible. No sheep prospers from diverging from its herd, so why should they? No, it's best to stay huddled together in the dark, praying for the dawn.

For those who hold no fear of the night, this is a night of opportunity.

Lazily she floats through the village. No watchmen nor guards nor drunks are there to impede her path. If only every night could be one such as this, though it would admittedly be less fun it was always this easy.

She sets aside those pointless thoughts upon reaching her target. Compared to the huts of the commonfolk, it’s quite an impression home. Of course, it doesn’t hold a candle to the estates back in China, but what else can be expected of cattle whose sole purpose is to provide labor, faith, and fear?

No, that’s unfair. They’re cattle who provide labor, faith, fear, and materials. It is for that last reason that she pokes a hole through the wall.

Slipping into the room, Seiga’s eyes fall onto the lady of the hour resting peacefully. How foolish it was to place such a girl in a perimeter room. It is as if they wanted her to come and collect, though admittedly no matter how many walls they have erected, it wouldn’t have stopped her. Not when she had a golden pass from the strongest woman in Gensokyo at least.

Gliding silently above the floor, she kneels by the girl's side. It is no exaggeration to call her beautiful, the kind beauty that the gods favor and which imparts a life without struggle. Had she been a good girl who followed all the rules, she’d be married to some rich, handsome landowner and never once know grief.

Seiga runs a finger down the girl’s flawless porcelain skin and gently rubs her perfectly straight hair.

It’s tragic really, such girls can live lives most can only dream of, but’s never enough. No, there’s always something that remains out of reach.

Seiga’s finger now trails down the woman’s neck. It’s shapely, swanlike in that it would be so easy to wrap one’s hands around.

No matter how much a girl may have, so long as there is something that she lacks, she can’t be content. She’ll skirt the rules and push the limits but those restrictions only give slightly, it is not enough.

Seiga’s finger reaches the girl’s breast. Even covered by a heavy winter blanket, she can quite easily make out its swell. It’s fitting, a well-endowed status befits a well-endowed body.

Sooner or later, that girl will always push too far and upon having tasted that forbidden fruit will indulge greedily. When they finally come to their senses, it is much too late.

Sliding further down, Seiga reaches another bulge in the blanket. This one, however, is no breast. No, inside this bloated little belly rests the girl’s greatest mistake. But luckily for her, Seiga Nyan Nyan is here to help.

I could probably fit more into here, but that line felt perfect to end on. I didn't have much else to say regarding Shinki's visit, so I'll leave the rest of their chattering to (you)'re imagination. Did the creepy feeling come out right? I hope it did, because if not it definitely will read weird. One last thing to note in this rambling string of sentences, I'm going to be gone next week + a couple days on either end hence why I'm trying to rush out conclusions to my lingering plotlines (which this is, don't worry I've not adopted another character.
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>>46397007 (68)

The sky is cloudy, a most fortuitous event. It would be a bother if heaven gazed upon the earth tonight.

More fortuitous is the lack of artificial light in the village, a product of the recent tensions. No one is willing to leave their windows unbarred or fires lit, for that would make them stand out and perhaps draw the attention of something terrible. No sheep prospers from diverging from its herd, so why should they? No, it's best to stay huddled together in the dark, praying for the dawn.

For those who hold no fear of the night, this is a night of opportunity.

Lazily she floats through the village. No watchmen nor guards nor drunks are there to impede her path. If only every night could be one such as this, though it would admittedly be less fun it was always this easy.

She sets aside those pointless thoughts upon reaching her target. Compared to the huts of the commonfolk, it’s quite an impression home. Of course, it doesn’t hold a candle to the estates back in China, but what else can be expected of cattle whose sole purpose is to provide labor, faith, and fear?

No, that’s unfair. They’re cattle who provide labor, faith, fear, and materials. It is for that last reason that she pokes a hole through the wall.

Slipping into the room, Seiga’s eyes fall onto the lady of the hour resting peacefully. How foolish it was to place such a girl in a perimeter room. It is as if they wanted her to come and collect, though admittedly no matter how many walls they have erected, it wouldn’t have stopped her. Not when she had a golden pass from the strongest woman in Gensokyo at least.

Gliding silently above the floor, she kneels by the girl's side. It is no exaggeration to call her beautiful, the kind beauty that the gods favor and which imparts a life without struggle. Had she been a good girl who followed all the rules, she’d be married to some rich, handsome landowner and never once know grief.

Seiga runs a finger down the girl’s flawless porcelain skin and gently rubs her perfectly straight hair.

It’s tragic really, such girls can live lives most can only dream of, but’s never enough. No, there’s always something that remains out of reach.

Seiga’s finger now trails down the woman’s neck. It’s shapely, swanlike in that it would be so easy to wrap one’s hands around.

No matter how much a girl may have, so long as there is something that she lacks, she can’t be content. She’ll skirt the rules and push the limits but those restrictions only give slightly, it is not enough.

Seiga’s finger reaches the girl’s breast. Even covered by a heavy winter blanket, she can quite easily make out its swell. It’s fitting, a well-endowed status befits a well-endowed body.

Sooner or later, that girl will always push too far and upon having tasted that forbidden fruit will indulge greedily. When they finally come to their senses, it is much too late.

Sliding further down, Seiga reaches another but. This one, however, is no breast. No, inside this bloated little belly rests the girl’s greatest mistake. But luckily for her, Seiga Nyan Nyan is here to help.

I could probably fit more into here, but that line felt perfect to end on. I didn't have much else to say regarding Shinki's visit, so I'll leave the rest of their chattering to (you)'re imagination. Did the creepy feeling come out right? I hope it did, because if not it definitely will read weird. One last thing to note in this rambling string of sentences, I'm going to be gone next week + a couple days on either end hence why I'm trying to rush out conclusions to my lingering plotlines (which this is, don't worry I've not adopted another character.