/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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Gritted teeth and white knuckles held up the hem of Hana’s long skirt, her almond eyes glared flurries of danmaku into the gloom. A chill nibbled at the edges of her modest bloomers, frilled things that extended down to her knees and left nothing to the eye, yet her face was beginning to redden despite her will. Her pale skin below the thick and modest clothing crawled, the way Yukari’s eyes seemed to swallow her whole allowed for no illusions of wholesome intentions.

The gap youkai in question had no reservations about her own enjoyment, humming merrily and seeming way too pleased with herself. Of course, Hana knew better to even dream of resisting, Yukari was just as dangerous as her mother; the only difference is that Yukari was good at masking her nature. As Hana locked eyes with her tormentor, the girl couldn’t help but let that feeling that she’d look better sealed in a very small jar and buried in hell.

A knowing smirk painted Yukari’s face, causing Hana to bite the tip of her tongue before she did anything dumb. Instead, she held her breath as she let that monster goad her further, “Ah~ Such a fierce look from a girl so desperate to hide her feelings she pressed her face to the floor. It’s adorable how feisty you are, something I’ve always enjoyed~”

If she bit down further, she’d draw blood, so instead she tightened her grip on her dress till her hands started to get tired. Yukari’s singsong voice alone sends liquid bitterness into Hana’s ears, “Now now~ why don’t you show me what you promised, just like we practiced!” Hana gulped, her frown deepening, “My sweet Hana dear, aren’t you forgetting something~?”

Squinting in the gloom Hana wanted to pretend her eyes hadn’t adjusted to see exactly what Yukari meant. Placing her index finger on the edge of her cherry red lips, she made a graceful arc up her face, her lips doing their best to follow until she made a wide and joyful grin.

Hana’s own lips squirmed at first as her face tried to unlock itself from it’s glaring scowl, for a second Hana thought she couldn’t do it, but after a deep breath in and out she found it in her. Yukari’s own smile took on a life of its own, Hana couldn’t help but feel that it was the first genuine smile she saw tonight.

With a forced smile that, like a candle’s flame, threatened to be blown away by an errant breeze. The miko of business smiles proclaimed with a poor facsimile of a bright voice, “My name is Hana Hakurei, a-and as punishment for stealing my father’s underwear I’ll show you exactly how I like to touch myself!”

As Yukari let off an ‘how indecent~’, Hana’s own face went as red as her dress was. Her world was spinning as she felt like a fool, standing there in the cold with her bloomers exposed to the world while saying such things! However, she knew she couldn’t stop this, and instead of weaseling her way out she opened her mouth again, “I like to start off the n-night when no one is to bother me, I’ll search his closet for my favorite p-pair of his!”

Yukari looked down at her nose at Hana with a smile that could enrage a buddha, “I see, I see~ but whatever reason could you have with them, I wonder~?”

Nearly swallowing a mouthful of the dusty chilled air down the wrong pipe, Hana’s faux joy choked before reasserting itself, “Please allow me to s-show yo-” was all she could get out before Yukari tutted, took a step forward, and placed a finger gently on her lip. That malicious glint shone in her eye, “Hana dear~ what did I tell you? If you drop your dress you’ll fail! We don’t want that right?”

Anger flared up and Hana opened her mouth, the pretense gone as she nearly shouted, ‘You made me do this!’. Only for the perverted youkai in front of her cut off her thoughts, “Of course, I won’t force you to lose our little game~ Instead…”

Hana froze as she felt Yukari let her hands fly to her hips, the biting anger extinguished like cold water was dumped on it. She was disgusted by Yukari’s leering eyes, “Go on Hana-chan~ tell me all about how you spend your nights~”

Hana unfroze and nodded stiffly, forcing a trembling smile back onto her face she spoke in a voice as thin as her smile, “Sometimes I’ll get so excited and can’t wait that I’ll- I’ll s-strip off my underwear on the spot-”

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Barely holding back a panicked shout Hana whispered loudly, “W-wha! T-tha… Should’ve expected that…” and she gingerly caressed the tingling fingertip, “Should’ve figured Yukari-san would trap it but…”

Inhaling deeply, Hana steadies herself and blinks, gleaming bits and pieces of the magic’s structure. She knew she couldn’t defeat the security in her place, maybe Marisa and Alice could, but Hana’s education was still rather recent and she knew there was little hope in doing anything but getting another jolt to make her fingertips numb. Still, there was some that could be seen, hints at the inner mechanisms and the more obvious and unremarkable. Basic elements of the whole was all that would reveal itself it seemed, like the magics Marisa herself often uses; magics that help keeps dirt off the cloth, reinforcements to keep it from getting dissolved in danmaku, and somehow it could allow her to be kicked into a tree by a powerful youkai hard enough to snap it and let her live to tell about it.

Hana grasps the cloth in her hand, running another finger over the material to feel the stitching at the seams, all without a single defect and masterfully made. Closing her eyes she dismisses the astral images from her minds eye, it’s not worth the effort just for minimal rewards. Instead, she simply felt the effects it had upon her as she lightly poured some power into the magic circuitry; the faint glow of energy was barely visible over the weak candle light. The magically-inclined miko could barely feel a handful of effects that grazed her being, like a scent so light on the wind you can only get an impression.

Hana poured in more power, letting the effect grow a bit stronger. She was cautious at first, but it seemed to do little even now, she felt a bit more energetic and like her mind was a bit more focused; but that was it. Hana sighed as she left the outfit to sit there, she didn’t know what she expected honestly. Even if it was enchanted and seemed to have more functions than what was strictly practical, none of the effects she could feel seemed to be anything but helpful. Of course, Yukari did want her to be her loyal follower and daughter… Didn’t Yukari want that? Wasn’t that why she went to such lengths for Hana?

>>45315618
>Hope her resolve doesn't wave, and she gives in to Yukari just at the final stretch
Haha... Yeah, nothing bad like that will happen... not to Hana! Nope, not her. She'd never make a bargain like that with the Yamuko devil herself...!