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The village was abuzz with rumor. Women on every corner were gossiping about pregnancy and promiscuity. Aya heard libertine accusations whispered in grocery stalls and restaurants about neighbors, friends, sisters; even mothers and daughters. While the tengu felt partially responsible for causing a new wave of life, the slight bellies shown by the women who weren’t ashamed of their affairs reminded her that someone else did it before her. While the thought inspired questions about the mysterious mother’s motives, it also caused a feeling Aya refused to acknowledge to kindle in the pit of her stomach.

Approaching the HSE, Aya scoped out the exterior. From plain eyesight, the building was utterly unremarkable. The only obvious egress was the front door, as the box was devoid of windows or vents. After a first look, the reporter took photos at specific angles and points Toutetsu mentioned. The entire exterior was an illusion: Generators, pipes, AC units, loading bays— it was like an Outside building was dropped into Gensokyo. Light was manipulated at odd angles to project images that hid the real structure of the HSE. The disguise certainly wasn’t solid, but touching it would be foolish: The second one photon hit her body, Yukari would know her favorite correspondent was skulking.

The tengu traveled far from the HSE before feeling for any backdoors the yuri goddess had in the village. A large circle of doors infested the human habitat before terminating in a wide radius around Yukari’s stronghold. Either Matarajin was being ridiculously careful, or Yukari’s observance was massive. Either way, it would make a quick escape difficult. If Anon’s Frens couldn’t find someway to keep him hidden from Yukari’s sight, Aya would have to fly him quite a distance. No matter what, this incident was going to ruin any clandestine youkai operations for generations to come…

As Aya re-approached the HSE to visit her Momiji, she took one more trip around the perimeter of the building to see if she missed anything important. The sound of rattling metal caught her attention. Retreating to an alley nearby, the tengu watched every vent for motion through her camera. Five minutes passed. Ten. As her ankles started going numb, the rattling returned! A vent, large enough for two kappa to crawl through, opened up. The reporter shuttered picture after picture as a yellow-white figure streaked into another passage nearby. Finally, a break!

Aya sped off into her own lane, heading towards an intersection between the two. The streak obviously wasn’t human, so it was definitely heading straight out to freedom. Encountering the figure again, it started running along the walls of tight back alleys above gates and fences. Unless she wanted to reveal her own youkai nature, Aya couldn’t give chase directly. Instead, she bolted off for one of the backdoors. She kept her mind on Okina’s power, tracking down the door closest to her and waiting for the streak to pass by another. Finally, the reporter reached an ingress in the nick of time. The streak? They practically ran into a minefield.

Jumping through the backdoor at top speed, Aya allowed her momentum to carry her through door after door as she snapped pictures of the streak at every possible angle. No matter how fast it was, the dense concentration of Matarajin’s portals allowed the tengu to stay seven steps ahead of them. With enough photos to fill a room, Aya ended her chase by grabbing the streak from below, pulling upwards, and photographing whatever showed up before dashing into the Land of the Backdoor. Hopefully this youkai had the parts Okina liked.

Slowing down in the goddess’ realm, Aya was met by a small, white, furry creature desperately hugging her leg for protection. Her first instinct told her it was Momiji, but the ears were far too round. Oh, it was just Nazrin again. It seemed she was almost ready for Okina’s next feature film. Checking her camera, Aya was immediately confronted with a smooth slit between lips of creamy skin, framed by v-shaped bones. Better than a panty-shot; this pervert was nopan! As Aya scrolled through her album, the blur slowly gained features. A thin white dress, green ribbons, yellow fur… a tail…

The embers within Aya’s stomach were stoked in a green, blazing inferno. With nonchalance, the secret goddess came to retrieve her actress and found the tengu stewing in bloodlust. “Ah, Shameimaru! You were investigating that awful rumor about Kanako. Tell me, how’s that little adventure treating you?”

Navigating to the picture of her subject’s cunt, Aya thrust the camera into Okina’s hands. “I want the night free. Extra time, too.”

“My my, and what makes this picture so valuable?” It was nice, but she was having fun watching the tengu seethe.

“It’s the last picture of this slut-fox alive. I’m going to rip off this little tramp’s tail and make her eat it.”

(Part 47)