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>>46244308
(Part 16)
Kanako received a text from that blonde boy. It seemed Yakumo would no longer be a factor. There was only a half-hour left until the end of the school day and the competition. Just 30 minutes and Anon would be free! Yet, there was one hurdle blocking Anon from using his freedom to eventually realize that he was always meant to be with Kanako: The woman giving him a lap pillow.

“Yuuka, aren’t your legs getting tired? Why don’t you let me have Anon for a while?” The pink-haired hermit, known for her aggressive sexual exploitation of Anon, couldn’t hide the lust behind her innocent facade. Despite joining the assault on Yukari, she was still a threat. So, it was Kanako’s turn to protect him!

The goddess of Moriya put her body between Kasen and Yuuka. “We can’t let that happen. You see, this competition has a hidden clause known only to those working with Yukari: If nobody wins Anon before it ends, nobody gets him.”

“Right, so he’ll just end up stuck in the HSE again! So, we should just allow somebody to confess to Anon now! Somebody who only wants what’s best for Anon, knows him well, will take care of him and Hana, and has experience living with the Hakureis. There’s at least one person that fits those criteria…” Daggers were being glared at Kasen from all sides. Nobody would admit they wanted to keep Anon for themselves, but nobody was foolish enough to give him up.

Kanako responded to the audacious Sage. “Here’s the tricky part: “Nobody” means “nobody,” not even Yukari. These rules are absolute, managed by the HSE’s barrier. So, in the event that Anon stays single by the end of the day, he’ll be transported to the entrance of the HSE and given a five-second headstart to run.” Even Eirin was paying attention now. Kanako could see the ladies planning in their heads for when the inevitable brawl took place in the village. She had to take action now. “This is an opportunity to free Anon — not just transfer ownership of him like cattle, but to truly let him live his life! Now, who’ll help me protect Anon?”

Byakuren stepped forward. Finally, someone with sense! As a fellow leader, she must understand the importance of letting her followers come to her naturally. But instead of turning to Kanako, she knelt down and placed a hand on Anon’s chest. “That sounds wonderful, Lady Kanako. And yet, you have to think about the consequences. Humans would be at the mercy of youkai fighting for the chance to capture Anon, ruining human-youkai relations across Gensokyo. He also has certain… obligations as a man he has yet to fulfill for the temple. I’m sorry, but I can’t—“

Byakuren was cut off by a hand twisting her wrist away. Yuuka had a bright, sunny smile on her face. Yet, her eyes shot straight through the monk. “How admirable. But, you should be worrying about the consequences of your own actions.” Shaking violently, Yuuka’s grip was slowly undone. Before the two goliaths could rip each other’s arms off, Anon stirred.
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Something firm and supple was supporting his head. Blinking, a few times, a familiar softness crawled off his face and onto his head. Green, purple, white, orange, yellow, etc. A rainbow of hair looked down at him. Without needing to ask, Yuuka helped him up, keeping a protective hand on his shoulder. “What happened? I’m so sorry, I started yelling at you two, then my vision just went chaotic. What, did I have a seizure?”

Before any of the nearby ladies could respond, the only doctor in the room seized the chance to demonstrate her knowledge. “Not quite. Using your pupils as a gateway, one student put your mind into a highly suggestible state and essentially reprogrammed your mind using light. Considering your lack of inhibition during your fugue state and the temporary effects, perhaps it could be considered a focal seizure targeting specific neuron receptors to produce your behavior. We could confirm this hypothesis by analyzing cerebral scars and lesions…” Eirin was in her own little world rambling off jargon before the noise outside the classroom reached a fever pitch. Knocking transitioned into banging. Finally, the poor pine-wood barrier buckled under the force of dozens of desperate youkai.

“Once I kiss him, nobody can interrupt me!”

“I’m the best baker in Gensokyo, he’ll never reject me!”

“Get away from him, cougars! He’s mine!”

“Screw the rules, I came here to fuck him in the locker room and I’m fucking him one way or another!”

Sharing a knowing glance, Kanako shoved Yuuka’s bag into Anon’s hands. Deprived of her onabashiri, the goddess caused the desks to rise and mercilessly launched them at the voracious women while Yuuka tucked Anon under her left arm and punched through an outside window. Glittering glass flew through the air as Anon barely held onto his bag and Yuuka’s when she leapt out the classroom.

>>15553042
Hush.