Hatate's messy, smelly, drunk Paizuri!

You wake up.
The first breath you draw tells you everything you need to know about this day – it‘s going to be dry and hot, and work is going to be a pain again. While you force yourself out of bed, you catch yourself thinking that it would be quite bad if the weather continued to be this relentless. Harvest has already been bad last year, and you wouldn‘t want to imagine the consequences of an even longer, even harsher summer this year. Just like any other morning, you throw on some clothes and then head downstairs for breakfast, only to discover that your little brother has eaten most of it already. Typical.
You think of throwing a barbed remark at him but then remember what happened last time – dad would just tell you again „It‘s not him who‘s waking up early, it‘s you who wakes up late!“, and that would settle the matter. Instead, you sit down and content yourself with the 2 pieces of bread that are left. Just as you do so, your little brother announces that he‘s finished, and that he‘s off to school now, leaving only you and your mother behind.
“Dad‘s already out?“, you ask casually in the direction of the kitchen as you chew on the somewhat stale bread. Your question prompts the clinging of pots and dishes in the background to stop. “Yes, he said he had to get something at the market. You‘ll need to take care of the cattle in his stead today.“
You sigh. At least it would take up time that you‘d otherwise have to spend plowing the fields. Even 5 years after having left school, working on the fields was something you hadn‘t fully gotten used to. It was hard work, and even though you‘ve built up enough muscle to be useful to your family at this point, it still made you exhausted and dull for the rest of the day. It didn‘t help seeing your brother go to school merrily every morning and tell mom and dad about the games he played with his friends every evening, either.
Well, what has to be done has to be done.

The cattle was fine. One cow didn‘t give any milk, but she was old and going to be slaughtered soon anyways. You‘d already checked on all the animals, given them food when necessary, milked the cows and collected eggs, but it was barely even noon.
If I can stretch this out a little longer, I should at least get half the day off from farming. What else can I do to pass the time, though?
Standing in the cooler shadow of the barn, you let your gaze wander around the farm and ponder. It‘s by no means a big farm, and not a particularly profitable one either. In addition, it‘s on the outskirts of the human village, meaning that transport of goods takes longer than with other farms, and Youkai steal some of your produce every now and then. Whoever thought of starting a farm here must‘ve been a real idiot.
Just as that thought crossed your head, you‘re startled by a loud explosion somewhere off in the distance. You look around to try and find its origin until you spot a cloud of dust and rubble emitting from somewhere in the forest of magic. Well, as good of an excuse to skip work as I‘m gonna get, I guess.

Even though your parents had told you not to go into the forest on your own throughout your entire childhood, you‘d always been fascinated by Youkai and their behavior. At the tender age of 12, you‘d already sneak out at night and explore the woods all on your own, looking for traces of the fabled creatures, maybe even hoping to meet one of them for yourself. However, you had been ridiculously (un?)lucky and never managed to meet a wild Youkai face-to-face. Maybe you had just been going to the wrong parts of the forest, or they had been avoiding you for fear of causing trouble with the humans, but whatever the reason was, it had frustrated you to the point where your fascination with Youkai had died off over the years.
Now, that you were once again setting foot inside the forest – for the first time in years – you catch yourself feeling that childish spark again. What will await you in there? Will it still look the same as 5 years ago?
Well, only one way to find out.
There was nothing.
Or, rather, nothing interesting. The ground was still scorched and warm to the touch from whatever had caused the explosion, and trees had been cleared left and right, some remaining as nothing but shreds of wood, others having been snapped apart and bleeding resin onto the dark forest floor.
Other than those traces of destruction, there was nothing, just the darkness of the forest and the chirping of birds somewhere above the treetops.
You decide to take a few steps towards the center of the roughly circular patch of burnt soil and suddenly feel something hard underneath your shoe. Curious, you pick it up and discover that it‘s some sort of metal… shrapnel. Did someone detonate a bomb here?
The darkness makes it hard to see, but, crawling across the ground, you eventually find more and more small metal pieces, most of them painted in black, ripped and bent out of shape. Did someone explode a metal… bomb of some sort?
Before you get the opportunity to confirm that thought, however, you‘re startled by what appears to be the sounds of footsteps coming closer. Then, a young woman‘s voice joined them.
“Seriously though, it didn‘t look like a bomb at all.“
“I told you, Nitori. It had a big container and something to make fire with. It was obviously going to explode once that knob was turned! And that‘s our chance at getting to know anything more about it.“, a male voice berates her.
“Hey, at least noone was harmed, right?“
“...if I may remind you, you were the one who wanted to light this thing inside my store.“
As the voices get closer, you realize that they might belong to the ones who caused the explosion, and, not sparing a second thought, you start heading towards them.
“Oh come on, that was-“, she interrupts herself, noticing someone else‘s footsteps approaching. „You hear that too, right?“
“Yup“, he responds casually. „Looks like someone found out already.“

“So this is… Kourindou?“, you manage to say after the considerable letdown that was the opening of the shop‘s front door. „I imagined it to be… well, bigger… at least after what you told me.“
After having been introduced to Rinnosuke and Nitori, who were quite surprised to see a lone human this deep inside the forest, they had offered to take you to Rinnosuke‘s shop and explain everything on the way. Apparently, they had tried to activate an item from the outside world called a „propane grill“ but instead of functioning like intended, it had, well… exploded.
Your reserved reaction is met with a hearty laugh from the shopkeeper himself. „Well, you can probably guess that I don‘t get too many customers around here… So most of my inventory‘s in storage, I‘m afraid! Usually, people just stop by and tell me what they‘re looking for, and then I go and fetch it. Come on, give it a try!“, he offers with a slightly taunting smirk while holding out his right hand. Looking around the tiny interior of the store, you try to come up with something exotic for him to look for. Even though there‘s barely enough room in here for the three of you, Rinnosuke‘s somehow managed to stack shelves full of odd machines and contraptions along each wall, even right next to the door. Some of these things you‘ve at least heard about before, „computers“, „televisions“, and „calculators“, but others seem like outlandish creations from another dimension, some loosely dangling their wires from the shelves, others looking like entries into a „How many different random forms can we produce using metal“ contest.
You rack your brain, trying to come up with something original, maybe even impossible to request, but owing to your lackluster knowledge of the outside world, there‘s simply nothing that comes to mind. Finally, you give up, and tell him to just show you the newest „computer“ in his collection.
Immediately, the tall, white-haired man‘s eyes light up, and with a grin, he disappears through a door behind his counter, just to come back a few seconds later with a flat, black device in his hand.

“Good timing you have, my boy! This came in just yesterday!“, he exclaims while waving it around in front of your face. „See here? It‘s called ‚Atari Portfolio‘, and it‘s a tiny computer that can fit into your pocket! And if you want to use it, you can open it, like this!“
Of course, since you have little to no knowledge of what „computers“ actually do, Rinnosuke‘s explanations and his fascination for the little „Portfolio“ go straight over your head. Nonetheless, you do find yourself wanting to know more about the man‘s shop and his trade.
“Nevermind the details about that computer“, you interject. „How come I‘ve never heard of your shop? Surely, you get some human customers as well...“
The light of excitement in Rinnosuke‘s eyes goes dim as he suddenly gets pulled back to reality by your remark.
“Well… I used to, a long time ago. Now, it‘s mostly Youkai and their servants… The villagers tend to avoid my shop, precisely because I deal mostly with Youkai. It‘s somewhat of a self-fulfilling prophecy.“, he says while grabbing something random lying around on his counter and fiddling with it. „Some even think my goods are cursed, since I get them from the other side of the border.“
This is not the first time you‘ve heard rumors like that. Every now and then, a ‚weird‘ item appears in the human village, sometimes in the hands of someone who knows how to use it, and sometimes just randomly on the market. Come to think of it, those items are probably things Rinnosuke has sold at some point…

SLAM
Without any warning, the door to the shop bursts open, hitting the nearby shelves in the process. Inside the doorframe stands a young-looking girl with shoulder-length brown hair, accompanied by a crow. Before anyone can get out just a single word, she‘s already raised her camera and started taking snapshots of the inside of the store.
“Aya, plea-“
“Yo!“, she cut him off. „I heard a big explosion in the neighborhood and came to investigate! You wouldn‘t happen to know what caused it, Rinnosuke?“
And with that, she‘d already entered the store and closed the door behind her again, bringing the number of people in the room up to four and taking up what little space was left. Instead of waiting for Rinnosuke to answer, she immediately walks up to you and starts taking pictures.
“And what do we have here? A mysterious young boy from the village? Could he be… the culprit?! I smell a scoop!“
Through the blinding flashes of the girl‘s camera, you hear Nitori annoyed voice. „Cut it out, Aya. He‘s here for the same reason as you, he saw the explosion and went to investigate.“
The flashes stop. „Ooh, so you‘re a reporter as well, huh?“, she beams before stretching out her hand to shake yours. „Nice to meet you, my name‘s Shameimaru Aya, head editor of the Bunbunmaru Newspaper!“
You return her greeting and try to clarify that, no, you‘re not a reporter, but before you can explain any further, the girl‘s already turned your handshake into a firm grasp and started dragging you out of the store. Almost simultaneously, you, Nitori and Rinnosuke exclaim something to the effect of „Hey, wait!“, but Aya‘s too quick for the two unintentional arsonists to catch up with and before you know it, the two of you are up in the air, flying atop the forest trees.

“Wait… wait what?!“, you stammer as you notice your feet disconnecting from the ground, and as you rapidly ascend, your stammering turns into a loud cry of panic.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!“
As a human villager, you‘ve of course never flown before. Sure, you‘ve heard of Youkai that can do it, and even seen some flying in the distance, across the plains, towards Youkai mountain before, but that experience pales in comparison to actually flying yourself. In your spontaneous panic, you attempt to cling harder to Aya in order not to fall down. You reach for her waist with your other hand and manage to grab the rim of her skirt, much to her dismay.
With a swift motion, she comes to a halt just before the ascent to Youkai mountain, and hits you on the head with her hauchiwa fan.
“No no no, where do you think you‘re touching? I know you can‘t fly on your own, but that‘s no reason to be pulling my skirt like that! If you‘re really that scared about falling down, I can form a pocket of air beneath you that‘ll make you feel like you‘re just gliding along. How does that sound?“
Still out of breath from screaming for about a solid minute, her words take some time to reach your cranium. Then, it dawns on you.
“Y-you‘re a Youkai, aren‘t you?!“, you ask her, prompting a puzzled look from the flying reporter.
“Yes? Don‘t tell me you‘ve never met one of us before!“
“W-well, I live in the outskirts of the village, and rarely ever go to the market, and...“
“Well“, she interrupts your flustered stuttering. „Are you afraid of me?“
The question catches you offguard, and you find yourself thinking for a second that she could‘ve meant something specific by it. „N-no… I just wish you‘d fly a little less… quickly.“
“Haha, that I can do. But once we‘re at my office, you‘re gonna have to tell me all about your work in the village and how it can be that a fellow reporter has never met a Youkai before!“
Oh no. She‘s onto me.

Even though the flight up Youkai mountain was a lot less rowdy than at the start, you still feel a bit sick as you arrive at Aya‘s residence. It‘s a common one-storey, traditional japanese house, made completely out of wood and tucked inbetween a few trees just on the edge of the plateau atop the mountain peak. A small footpath leads down into the forest, and in the opposite direction, further down the plateau, a small shrine can be seen sitting on top of a large rock. All in all, it looks like a fairly desolate area to have an office in, but it all starts making sense as Aya opens the door and lets you in.
There is no office.
And there‘s no editors, no writers, no photographers, either.
It‘s just a typewriter sitting on top of a table in the corner of the living room, surrounded by stacks of paper that are half blank, and half filled to the edge with densely packed sentences. And to top it all off, there‘s a tiny sign neatly affixed above the desk reading „文文。新聞事務所”.
“Looks like we both exaggerated, huh.“, you remark coyly as you eye the rest of the room for anything else that might stand out. Aya, however, responds with but a questioning look.
“Exaggerated? You‘re talking about my office? It‘s right here, can‘t you see! I even have a second typewriter for when Momiji stops by to help me with articles.“
“If this is an office then I‘m a reporter.“
“Oh… Wait, but then what were you doing in the woods? Was it you after all?!“
The crow tengu gets excited again and rushes up to you, grabbing you by the shoulders, despite being about a head shorter than you.
“I told you, it wasn‘t me… If you had given Rinnosuke some time to explain, he could‘ve told you that they were trying to test a… something from the outside world, and it blew up.“
“So that means you are a reporter!“, she says as the gleam in her eyes returns. „Because, as it just so happens, we here at Bunbunmaru are looking for young talents to help with our expansion project!“
“Oh? And what might that be?“, you ask with a good portion of fake curiosity.
“Something you might be excited to hear about – we‘re gonna be expanding to the human village!“

“Remind me again why you think I‘m the right person for this.“
As Aya rummages through her storage closet trying to find her second typewriter, you‘re starting to seriously worry about what exactly this girl is planning to do with you. Not only do you need to return home to help with the farm tomorrow, the only writing experience you have is from school, and that was more than 5 years ago! This girl couldn‘t seriously want you to write for her simply because you‘re a human villager, and she‘s planning to set up a new newspaper in the human village…
“I already told you! It‘s because you‘re a villager, and you know my future readers better than I ever will!“, she responds from the depths of her closet which she has now dove into hip-deep. As she wiggles around inside of it, you can‘t help but notice her plaid skirt accenting the curves of her shapely butt. You force yourself to look somewhere else and respond: „Even so, I‘ve never had any formal writing education! You can‘t just-“
“You‘ve learned to write at school, right?“, she interrupts you, leaning back out of he closet again. You respond with a short nod. „Then you can write.“ And she‘s back inside again.
“Aha, found it!“, she hums happily as she procures a dusty, old, all-metal typewriter. Even though you‘ve only seen a few of these things while shopping at the market, even you know that this one is a particularly old specimen that‘s probably more of a stopgap solution than something you could actually rely on for daily use.
“That looks like it‘ll break within my first week here.“
Your straightforward attitude is met by the tengu with a pout. „Don‘t be so rude to my equipment! Just 50 years ago, I used to write everything with a fountain pen made out of one of my own feathers! It took ages to write just one article!“
There are many, many questions you want to ask her after that little tirade, but before you can even open her mouth, she‘s already moved on to another topic.
“See, it‘s not gonna be that hard at all. You can still live in the town as you‘re used to, all I‘m asking you to do is keep your eyes open and keep tabs on the important stuff that‘s happening. You write down things as they‘re happening, and at the end of the day, I stop by to collect everything!“
“But I already work on the fields all day! I‘m tired as fuck when I come back home, and then I gotta head out to the market and try to get info on what‘s happening? That‘s just way too much!“
For what may very well be the first time today, Aya stops and thinks. Just for a moment though, and then she already has a solution ready.
“Why don‘t you split up your time? Maybe work less on the field, and go to the market more instead? Or talk to someone who does, ask them to ask around for you? I‘m sure you can reach a compromise, and it‘s not like writing down a few things you‘ve overheard anyways takes that much time… Unless you really like working on the fields, I guess?“
For a second, you‘re stumped. Yes, you really don‘t like working on the fields that much, and you used to long for a job in the village when you were younger, but… as the first-born son, you‘d been forced to shelve that dream as soon as you‘d left school. Maybe, just maybe, you could convince your parents that-
“Oh, and of course, I shall pay you appropriately. Depending on how popular the newspaper is, of course, but we could start at a rate of… lets say, 20,000 yen per week?“
Now that was a good argument to have in your pocket for the upcoming negotiations.


The talk went surprisingly well. After having heard the monthly sum that you‘d bring into the house just from working for Aya a few hours per day, your dad had agreed almost instantly. „That alone will make us more than this month‘s crop income! And it‘s a stable job that holds through winter too, right? We can finally have some money to count on!“
He‘d also explained that he had originally hoped for your younger brother to become the one working in the village for a stable, season-independent source of income, but that he thought this was an opportunity you shouldn‘t miss out on. And so, with the blessings from your father (as well as your mother and brother, who seemed to be rather uninvested in the mattter to begin with), you went to Kourindou again, in order to have Rinnosuke tell Aya. To your surprise, Nitori just so happened to be there as well and offered to take you with her to the base of Youkai mountain, where her folk of Kappa lived. It was also then that you finally realized that both Nitori and Rinnosuke were also Youkai. Having cleared that up, Nitori and you started heading for Kappa Valley.

“So, I understand that you Kappa are good with machinery and technology, but why exactly is that? From what I understand, Kappa live in rivers and attack human hikers and steal their souls by-“
“Nononono!“, she quickly interjects before you can finish your sentence. „That‘s the Kappa of the outside world. Here in Gensokyo, we have a long tradition of machine building and engineering. In fact, some of the products you use in your village are manifactured here in Kappa Valley!“
“And some of Rinnosuke‘s inventory too, I bet.“
“Nope! He‘s too much of a purist for that. Only stuff he finds himself or buys off of other people. Although…“, she adds with a wide grin „really, he himself sometimes can‘t tell whether it comes from us or from the outside.“
Before long, Nitori has successfully guided you through the – according to her – dangerous forest of magic, and the two of you end up in front of a large, metal gate surrounded by walls on both sides.
“Believe it or not, our inventions are very prone to being stolen! So we had to, uh, take some precautions.“, she explains as she fumbles out a key from her pocket and inserts it into a small lock on the side of the gate. Instead of the gate opening, however, it just reveals a small strip of plastic with something shining on the inside. In a routine motion, Nitori then proceeds to take off her hat and hold it in front of the shining strip, prompting a metallic clicking noise, and finally, the opening of the gates.
“I‘m particularly proud of this one. It scans the code on your hat to register entries and exits. Reverse-engineered it from something Rinnosuke found. Or, well, I took it apart, found out the part that did this, and put it in the gate mechanism. But hey, it works!“
Needless to say, you had understood every words she said, nodding in agreement.
“Anyways, it‘s just a short turn left here, and then we‘re at the printing office.“
“Oh, so this is where Aya‘s newspaper is actually printed?“
“Yep!“, Nitori said cheerily. „And not just the Bunbunmaru, we also print the Kakashi Spirit News here!“ She steps ahead of you, holds her hat close to the door again, and, uh, ‚scans‘ it.
“Oh? A rival publication?“
“Well, you could say that...“, she responds hesitantly before opening the door and letting you in.
“Anyways, Aya should be here in half an hour or so. Sadly, I‘ve got to get going already, but I‘m sure you‘ll find plenty of stuff to read here to pass the time.“
“Ah, thank you for everything, Nitori! You‘ve been a huge help.“, you manage to respond as she‘s already halfway out of the door already. „If there‘s ever anything a simple farmboy can help you out with, feel free to ask me!“
“Haha, I‘ll remember that!“, Nitori responds, already on the street, smiling and waving back at you. „Take care, and don‘t let that Tengu work you to death!“

The first 10 minutes of waiting at the printing office pass uneventfully. There‘s not much here besides a small waiting room, a stove, some tea utensils, and a whole bunch of old newspapers lying around, but if you had to guess, there‘s probably only two people frequenting this place anyways – Aya and whoever the author of the „Kakashi Spirit News“ is. You pick up one of the newspapers strewn about – it‘s an edition of the Bunbunmaru from over a year ago. Wondering just how rarely this place gets cleaned, you pick up another paper. This one is a lot thinner and lighter than the Bunbunmaru, at perhaps half its page count. Its title: „Kakashi Spirit News“.
Having gotten curious, you take a closer look at it. Compared to the Bunbunmaru, the Kakashi has much more text and smaller-scale picutres, which are also generally less high-quality. Some of them are outright blurred and seem to have been taken with either an extremely old camera by a different process entirely. Just as you‘re about to start reading the head article about the supposed appearance of a „UFO“, you hear the door unlocking and someone entering.
You put down the newspaper and turn around, ready to greet Aya, but are instead met with a small, inconspicuous girl. She‘s got long brown hair, tied into twintails, and is wearing a shirt that looks like it was once white, as well as a purple-and-black plaid skirt that not only looks like it hasn‘t been ironed in years, but is also rather short for even her size.
Upon noticing you, she shoots you a quick glare, then immediately proceeds to the door on the other side of the room. As she paces by you, you notice that she is carrying some sort of manuscript with her. You can‘t read what it says on it, however, and before you can ask her, she‘s already disappeared into the other room. Luckily, the walls are thin enough to be able to hear her conversation with who you suppose is a worker at the printing machine.
“F-four hundred this time, please.“
“...going down again?“
“Gh! J-just a temporary measure as we… r-restructure our editorial department...“
The Kappa sighs loudly enough that you can hear it. „You know, we usually don‘t do jobs of less than 500 copies for this price anymore… Every time you start this thing, it costs quite a bit of electricity, and so the longer it keeps running, the less you have to pay per page… I‘m sure you know how it works, Miss Himekaidou.“
“O-of course! T-that‘s why I said, i-it‘s just for this week! We‘ll be back to 500 next week, a-and by the time we launch in the human village, we‘ll double that, easily!“
Wait, so the Kakashi Spirit News are also planning to expand to the village? This could be interesting…
“Alright alright, I get it“, the kappa‘s exhausted voice cuts her off. „Just for this week, 400 copies for the usual price per unit, but we can‘t keep doing you favors like this for much longer, you know?“
“O-of course not! I-I w-would never ask something like that from you!“, the girl manages to stutter out before leaving with a hasty „A-as always, t-thank you for your support!“ and emerging out of the doorway again.
As she steps out and notices your eyes on her, she flinches for a second. Before she can regain her composture, you start talking to her.
“You‘re from the Kakashi Spirit News, right?“
The girl flinches again, awkwardly hiding her hands in her pockets.
“Y-yes… W-what do you want?“
“Well, umm… I‘m actually also a reporter, or rather, I‘m becoming one… A-and I would like to tell you good luck with your newspaper!“
She‘s halfway through stammering out a silent „T-thank you...“ before stopping herself and going over what she just heard again. „Wait, if you‘re a reporter too… A-and I don‘t remember hiring anybody… D-does that mean… Y-you work… for Aya?“
“Yup, that‘s right! She picked me up from Kourindou at one point, and-“
Before you could even finish your sentence, the girl had already rushed over to your seat and kneeled down next to you, bringing the two of you on about eye level.
“Y-you‘re one of her village reporters, correct?“, she asks intently, breathing slightly more heavily than usual, either because of her excitement or because she ran across the room so fast.
“Well, uhh, I suppose-“
“D-don‘t listen to her! She probably promised you a large sum of money every week, right? She‘s promised that a lot of lonely boys, all around the village, and she‘s used her charms to sell it! There‘s no way she‘ll be able to pay you all, so she‘ll just keep delaying payments, or maybe use some mind manipulation to make you forget about it! You can‘t trust this woman, she‘s been in the business for hundreds of years, and she‘s become dull to the point where journalistic ethics don‘t matter to her anymore! I-I‘ve gone against her with my own newspaper for a long time, I know what I‘m talking about! Please, don‘t do this to yourself!!“
As she spouts all these accusations, she clenches down on your arm tightly with her hands, shaking it as if to give her words more weight. „Please, stop before it‘s too late!“, she says as tears start forming in her eyes.
You yank your arm away from her, telling her to calm down.
“If what you say is true, why hasn‘t anyone else told me about it yet?“, you ask her.
“I‘ve written about it in my last few publications, but she keeps surpressing my newspaper everywhere, especially in the village! That‘s why I need someone trustworthy who will help me spread the truth to the people! You must‘ve overheard my conversation in there, I fly around for hours every day delivering my newspapers and yet I can‘t even distribute 400 of them before she stops me… A-all the shops are under her control, and her circulation is over 2000 copies per day! A-and when I try to get a shop to sell my newspaper, t-they just tell me… ‚No, Aya said you‘d ruin our reputation‘… a-and things like that… h-hii...“
With every sentence, she gets more and more teary-eyed until she finally breaks out into a soft but desperate cry. As she wipes away her tears with her hands, you notice she has odd, red marks on her wrists. Then, it dawns on you.

- This girl is a psycho! [Aya-route]
- This girl needs help! [Hatate-route]
- Man, I wanna FUCK a Kappa! [Nitori-route, fucking never]


- This girl needs help! [Hatate-route]

Following a sudden impulse, you grab her by the wrists. She instinctively shrieks and tries to wind herself out of your grasp, but to no avail – you‘re far stronger than her.
“These are cutting wounds, aren‘t they.“
She stops moving and looks you straight in the eye.
“P-please don‘t tell anyone…“
Even though you‘ve never had to deal with someone like her before, you feel like you know what you need to do.
“I won‘t, don‘t worry… In fact, I want to help you get through this. I-if all these things you say really are true… I want to help you fight against Aya.“
Upon hearing these words, her pained face loosens up just a little bit, and her mouth forms a tiny, but cute smile.
“Y-you mean it?“, she asks as innocently as a child who‘s just been told by their parent that they didn‘t do anything wrong.
“Yes. I… I believe you.“

As the two of you exit the printing office, the girl suddenly quickly pulls you into a back alley. Before you can ask her what she‘s doing, she‘s already put her finger on your lips in a „shh“ motion. Caught up in the moment, you comply.
“Aya‘s here. She‘s looking for you. Looks like we made it just in time.“
You throw a glance onto the street, and indeed, there she is, landing just in front of the printing office before scanning a little card by the door and entering.
“Alright, she‘ll be busy for a minute or two now. This is our chance, let‘s move!“
“Wait… I-I don‘t even know your name yet!“
The girl stops for a second before turning back towards you and smiling.
“You eavesdropped on me already, didn‘t you? My name‘s Hatate. Hatate Himekaidou!“
And with that, just like Aya had done the day before, Hatate grabs you by the hand and flies off with you towards Youkai mountain. This time around, you‘ve gotten a little more used to flying, so the experience is not bad enough to make you scream, and contrary to Aya, Hatate doesn‘t seem to mind you clinging to her skirt, either.
Maybe you really had done the right thing.

Without further disturbances, you eventually reach Hatate‘s house in the middle of the Youkai forest, close to the base of the mountain. Contrary to Aya‘s house, there is no beautiful view over all of Gensokyo from here, and it is quite humid due to the thick forest around you. Hatate‘s „house“ is more of a shack, too, with there only being three rooms and a small attic from what you can tell. The front door creaks as the tengu opens it, and the damp smell of unwashed linen and old tea leaves blows into your face.
“S-sorry for the mess, I… I don‘t u-usually have visitors...“, the girl shyly excuses herself before asking you to wait outside for a bit so she can clean up a little. After about 10 minutes, she returns, visibly exhausted, and invites you in. The old floor boards creak under your weight as you set foot into the living room, which is comparable in size to your bedroom back at home. On your right stands a shoe rack, stacked not with shoes but with old books, next to which is a door that you can only guess leads to the restroom. Opposite you is the entrance to a very messy-looking kitchen, to the left of which a futon has been spread out between all sorts of electrical devices, boxes and other accessories. At its footend stands a lone, apparently also electrically powered heating apparatus.
That‘s it.


“Well, umm, Hatate-“
“Oh“, she interjects. „Y-you can call me Hata-chan.“
“Ah, well...“, you try to sound not too flustered „H-Hata-chan, i-isn‘t it a bit dark in here?“
You point to the closed curtains on the only window in the room. The girl escapes a small „oh!“ before she hurries not to the window, but to a little switch next to the entrance door. She flips it, and a dim light starts shining from the ceiling.
„T-thank you...“, you say as you try to think of a conversation topic that won‘t make her mad. „I-is this where you work?“
Upon being asked about her work, she visibly lightens up again. „Oh, yes! I can show you, give me a second!“
She bends over her futon and gets into a position the designer of her skirt definitely did not have in mind. From a tiny cupboard situated underneath the only window in the room, she procures a thin slate, and in doing so, accidentally reveals the gorgeous sight of her purple-and-white frilled panties. She then sits down on her futon, opens the slate, and gestures you to sit down next to her.
For about 5 seconds, you try finding a spot on the futon that isn‘t weirdly colored before giving up and just sitting down next to her. To your surprise, the other part of the slate has a layout quite similar to what Rinnosuke showed you yesterday… The pofolio or whatever. On the top is a „screen“ for viewing data and on the bottom a „keyboard“ for putting in data. Despite her initially slightly offputting nature, Hatate‘s actually very patient and enthuasiastic in explaining you how this slate works and how she writes articles using it. For the next few hours, the two of you are submerged in the art of journalism, with Hatate teaching you the very basics and laying out her plans for your cooperation over the next few months.
Essentially, she wants you to do the same for her as Aya, but there‘s one problem with that:
Aya already knows what you look like, and could track you down in the village quite easily. So, instead of going to the market during the morning, when it‘s easy for Aya to find you, the plan involves you staying at the farm throughout the day as usual, and only going to the village in the evening, when Aya would be busy editing the paper for the following day. Finally, Hatate would stop by around midnight and collect things as necessary. According to her, this was better anyways, since she preferred working through the night and delivering her paper at noon, rather than during the morning.

Hatate‘s explanations grow increasingly complex as time passes, and before you know it, it‘s already gotten dark outside. She‘s just about to switch to the topic of proving Aya‘s malicious deeds to all of Gensokyo when you tell her that it‘s late and you‘d like to go home again.
“A-ah, yes, of course!“, Hatate says as she stands up as well, seemingly having forgotten that she‘d have to bring you back home again. As you head out of the front door, the moon is already high up in the sky, and you ask Hatate for the time. In response, she pulls a little device out of her cleavage and flips it open. „Half past eight.“
“Ah, that means I‘ve missed dinner. Oh well-“
“I-if you want to… I-I can make dinner for us here...“
Images of her dirty kitchen force their way into your mind.
“N-no thanks, I‘m sure my family has left something over for me… They always make too much food, anyways… M-maybe next time.“
Just 10 minutes later, Hatate sets you down in front of your farm. She‘s about to take flight again when she turns around, as if having forgotten something.
“O-oh, before I forget it… I-it‘s custom at Kakashi to… have an editorial meeting o-once every week… A-are you free anytime d-during the week?“, she asks as you get your shoes ready.
“Oh, sure. I have Sundays off, so… around 10, maybe?“
Hatate smiles a little. „Let‘s say 12, okay? I‘ll pick you up, as usual.“
“Sounds good.“, you respond, before waving her off and then treading back into the same old home you‘ve always slept in.
You sleep surprisingly well that night for not having had dinner.
During breakfast, you tell your family about the change in plans, being careful not to mention anything about the situation between Aya and Hatate – all they needed to know was that you‘d be gone during the evenings now, and that manuscripts would be picked up late at night.
Of course, this also meant that you would have more work in total, as you couldn‘t substitute farmwork for time spent investigating in the village. But if what Hatate said was true, then that was still a better deal than working for free for someone who just wanted to rip you off. Just thinking about you made the blood rise to your head – who would shamelessly use other people for their own goals like that?! And how could you have trusted her so blindly?
They say frustration makes you work harder, and today, you experience the truth in that. Before you even know, you‘ve already finished work on the fields, and it‘s barely even 4PM. After checking back with your father, who affirms that you‘re done for the day, you head out for the village.

It‘s been a while, maybe two or three months, since you‘ve taken this road, but its beauty is just as stunning as you remember it to be. Even though it‘s little more than a simple gravel path lined with the tracks of merchant carts, it leads right through the heart of the vast, green valley that the human village is located in, following the river along its way. It takes about half an hour for you to get there, but the walking felt more relaxing than strenuous, and you find yourself thinking a lot about whom to ask about information.
You don‘t know most villagers that well, as you rarely go there, but there‘s a few people you talk to whenever you‘re there, one of them being the son of the local sake brewery‘s owner who sells their produce at the market. Naturally, as they‘re the only brewery in town, almost everyone stops by their stand at least once a week to stock up on alcohol, so he‘s always on top of things when it comes to the big events in town. That said, since everyone knows he‘s a popular guy with a big mouth, he‘s probably not gonna know too many ‚exciting‘ things about the other villagers, so for real scoops, you‘d probably have to look elsewhere.
As you rack your brain trying to think of someone who‘d divulge such secrets to you, you absentmindedly bump into someone while walking around a corner, causing them to trip and fall. You snap back to reality and are greeted with the sight of a young girl with light-brown hair lying on the ground, surrounded by the books she had been carrying just a second ago. She‘s maybe 7 or 8 years younger than you and is wearing a wide-sleeved plaid shirt with a yellow apron on top.
You immediately switch into apologetic-mode and offer to help her up before helping her collect her books. As she begins to stack them up in front of herself again, you realize that she‘s been carrying quite a lot for someone as small as her and, wanting to make up for the red marks on her forehead, offer to help her carry the books to her destination.
It‘s clear that she doesn‘t really know how to react at first, her eyes dart across the street as if trying to avoid you, and her inability to answer rounds it all off, but before she knows it, you‘ve already picked up some of the books yourself and asked her „Well, where do we need to go?“, which earns you a pout from the little girl.
“F-fine.“, she says, and starts walking down the street again, with you following behind.
“So, uhh… what‘s your name?“, you ask, hoping to break the ice a little.
“K-Kosuzu… What‘s yours?“
After telling her your name, you ask her where she‘s headed, to which she replies that she‘s bringing books she bought at the market to the book-renter that she works at called „Suzunaan“. Luckily, it‘s fairly close by, and before long, the two of you have entered the small, charming book store and loaded the books onto the counter in front. Curious, you take a look around.
“Nobody‘s here, huh? Not even anyone behind the counter...“
“Oh, dad‘s probably in the back, sorting out the delivery we got yesterday… Daad, I‘m back!“
Her call prompts a large, surprisingly muscular man to appear from the doorway behind the counter, greeting the two of you with a smile.
“Ah, good job as always. I see you brought a friend?“, he gestures in your direction.

“Ah, that‘s… not really, I...“
“Haha, I didn‘t pay attention and ran into her, so I offered to make up for it by helping her carry everything. Sorry for the troubles.“, you explain. The smile on the man‘s face grows larger.
“Ah, what a delightfully common story! It‘s good to see there‘s still upright people like you, could I maybe offer you some tea in return for your kindness?“
Your first thought is of politely turning him down, but just as you start answering, your gaze stumbles over a stack of newspapers lying on the edge of the counter, next to the weekly book recommendations.
“Kakashi Spirit News“

The tea is way better than you‘d expected. At home, your family is usually fairly conservative with the amount of leaves used, as it saves money, but in this household, that problem seems too far-fetched to even consider. It‘s a rich herbal tea, filled with too many flavors for you to tell them all apart, and somehow, it‘s particularly effective at loosening your tongue. After complimenting them on the tea, you try shifting the conversation to where you want it.
“Truth be told, I couldn‘t help but notice the stack of newspapers on your counter there… I thought the Kakashi wasn‘t sold inside the village?“
“Oh!“, the shopkeeper exclaims. „Want to take a look? It is quite rare for humans to be interested in it, and in fact, we‘re the only shop that sells them in the entire village...“
You accept his offer and reach over to pull the topmost paper off the stack. Its headline reads „Debate sparks over new Myouren Temple“, featuring a picture of a large, buddhist temple in front of what looks like the eastern gates of the village. You haven‘t been there for a while, and you‘ve definitely never heard of a „Myouren Temple“ before, so you start reading curiously. That is, until your host interrupts you.
“You really do find them interesting, huh? The articles, I mean.“
You nod.
“There‘s two, maybe three people who regularly go here to buy the Kakashi… Everyone else just complains about the articles being too long, there not being enough pictures, and about the fact that the news are aimed more at Youkai than at humans.“
“Ah, actually...“, you begin. „I… I kinda started working for them now. Kakashi, I mean.“
Upon hearing this, the owner‘s eyes widen. „Really? Don‘t tell me they‘re planning to expand to our village, too?“
The way he said this makes you believe that he already knows about Aya‘s plans. Did she advertise it everywhere already, while Hatate failed to do the same?
“I suppose you‘ve already heard about the Bunbunmaru‘s plans, then.“
“Why of course! That‘s basically the big news in town right now! Rumor is Aya‘s already looking for new writers, too… even though practically everyone in town is so busy already. It won‘t be easy for her! But Hatate...“, he ponders, and falls silent for a bit. „I don‘t know if she can compete. She‘s a nice girl, honest and hard-working, but… she just doesn‘t have the same sensationalist streak… I don‘t think a… „village version“ of the Kakashi, so to speak, would be very popular. They‘re barely reading newspapers as is, and if anything, most people are interested in flashy pictures and scoops, and Aya‘s simply unbeatable when it comes to that.“
Spotting an opportunity, you interject: „Well, if you‘d like to help… I‘m currently looking for stories to report on. I don‘t really know how the editing process works just yet, but I‘m sure if they‘re interesting enough, they‘ll be published!“
“Well“, he says with a smile „in that case...“


During the next 4 hours, you learn quite a lot about book trade, rental and sales in the town. While the owner, named Kosuke, turns out to be particularly fond of telling stories about his own shop, he also displays quite a lot of knowledge about the other shops in the village, as well as some of the commerical customs of the more human-friendly Youkai. One of the stories he was able to tell centered around a rabbit-girl from the moon who regularly visited the town in disguise in order to sell medicine so powerful, it was said to cure almost any common ailment with just a single drop.
And just like the faithful reporter that you are, you write it all down, page for page, in a little notebook that was once supposed to be your diary for the next year.
Note to self: Ask Hatate for writing materials.

When you started heading back, the sun had already left the horizon behind long ago, and the town had fallen silent. Now, on the track back to your farm, it‘s even more silent, with only the moon and the occasional late-summer cicada breaking through the dark of the night. You catch yourself looking forward to seeing Hatate again, and telling her about all the interesting stories Kosuke had told you. You‘re sure there‘s going to be at least two or three worthy of an in-depth report in there.
As you return home, you‘re glad to see that you haven‘t been forgotten during dinner this time - the soup pot is still a quarter full and there‘s 3 slices of bread left on the table, one more than usual.
After dinner, you head upstairs into your room and go over your notes again. You count 15 pages in total, which you think is a pretty good start. Just as you‘re sorting through them, you hear a tap on your window. You look over and are greeted by Hatate‘s grinning face. She waves at you, and you hurry to open the window for her, letting her in.
“Hi!“, she says cheerily. „How‘d it go?“
“Really well, I think!“, you say in an attempt to sound less overconfident than you actually are. „The notes are all on my table, take a look for yourself.“
Hatate moves over to your table and carefully studies the pieces of paper spread out across it. They carry headings such as „Village people concerned about Myouren temple“, „The secret life of Youkai traders“ and „Town hall barred after drunken fight“. After a few minutes of immersing herself in your notes, she looks back up at you and says: „Wow. And that‘s just from today?“
“Umm, y-yes.“, you respond, taken aback by her reaction. Was she… impressed?
“Holy shit… This is enough for an entire week! Sure, some things need to be fleshed out a little, but that‘s nothing I can‘t do myself… And those titles! I could just copy those one to one for the paper! This is… this is really awesome!“
With every word that leaves her mouth, Hatate seems to be getting more and more excited, until finally, she just jumps at you to hug you. You can feel her modest chest press against yours as she locks her arms around you and squeezes you against her. The sweet smell of the girl‘s sweat, coupled with a hint of the fragrance of her home, wafts up into your nostrils.
“Thanks for your hard work! I‘m counting on you tomorrow as well, okay?“, she chirps before releasing you again. You notice too late that your face has turned bright red from her sudden display of affection, and try to hide it by turning away, but to no avail.
“Hehe, you embarrassed? Never been hugged by a girl before?“, she giggles. You‘re caught off-guard, and before you can answer, she adds „I guess it‘s not that unusual for a country boy… Well, at least you‘ll get to go out more in this line of work“.
“T-that‘s not it! You just surprised me, that‘s all...“
“Whatever you say~“, she teases you as she picks up your notes and stuffs them into the hem of her skirt. „Well, I‘ll come back tomorrow then. Unless...“, she paues „there‘s something else you need from me?“
“Oh, yeah, actually. Umm, I kinda don‘t have any writing material of myself… So… could you lend me some?“
Your words cause Hatate‘s face to show a hint of irritation, but only for a bit, and then she‘s back to her usual, casual self. „Oh, sure. I‘ll stop by to bring you some tomorrow. You‘re fine until then, right?“, she asks, already halfway out of the window again.
“Sure, I‘ll manage somehow.“, you respond. „Take care, and good luck with the editing!“
“Thanks! See you tomorrow then!“
And just like that, she takes off into the moonlit night.

Hatate made good on her promise the next day, and returned to pick up your notes with a few notebooks and pencils in tow. Again, you had managed to gather lots of info, this time talking to the loquacious sake seller, and again, Hatate ‚rewarded‘ you with an almost overenthusiastic seeming hug. However, the following days turned out a bit less fruitful, as you weren‘t lucky enough to just randomly bump into interesting people, and many villagers didn‘t want to talk to you after you‘d mentioned the name „Kakashi Spirit News“. There really seemed to be a widespread dislike for the paper, but nobody could or wanted to explain to you why.
And before you knew it, Sunday morning came around.

Today is way too hot for late September… And I‘ve been standing here for almost an hour now…
Braving the intense heat, you‘ve decided to come out early in order to wait for Hatate, but even now, she‘s nowhere to be seen, and you‘re starting to get impatient. Then, it appears.
At first, it‘s just a small spot on the horizon. Then, it becomes larger, and more shapely – the silhouette of a young woman with twintails, flying through the air at speeds any vehicle in the town couldn‘t even dream of reaching. Finally, she descends, landing right in front of you.
“Sorry I‘m late, overslept.“
“Overslept? It‘s almost 1PM!“, you respond in disbelief. Even if it‘s Sunday, how long does this girl sleep?
“Hey, give me a break here.“, she yawns at you. „I already wake up at 10 every morning in order to get the papers delivered on time, I should at least get to sleep in properly on Sundays. Or was there anything you needed me here for at noon?“
Knowing the last question was a rhetorical one, you overhear it and decide to just get going. Last night, the two of you had spontaneously decided to go to town together in order to consolidate some important information and maybe work out a strategy for the first week of publication slated to begin in October.
Even though you‘ve gotten used to walking down the path to the town by now, walking it with Hatate seems like a completely different experience. She tells you about the many places she‘s been to during the past week, and how she‘s friends with quite a lot of Youkai but hasn‘t been to the human village that often. When you tell her about the owner of the bookshop selling her newspaper, she gets excited like a little girl and proclaims that „We‘ll go meet him first then!“
Time passes fast, and before you realize it, you‘re standing in front of Suzunaan again.
“Excuse the intrusion!“, Hatate announces herself as she steps through the front door, only to be met with silence. „Noone here?“, she asks puzzled.
“Maybe one of them went out… as far as I know, it‘s just one guy with his daughter running this place.“, you explain to her. Just then, a small head peeks out behind the corner of the counter, and, upon seeing you, the rest of Kosuzu‘s body follows.
“H-hi! You came back...“, she says shyly, keeping her distance from Hatate.
“Yup! And I brought the nice lady with me who‘s responsible for the newspaper you sell here. May I introduce you: Hatate, this is Kosuzu, Kosuzu, this is Hatate.“
“Nice to meet you!“, the crow tengu beams, and Kosuzu, in a weird mixture of reluctance and dutiful respect, shakes her hand. „N-nice to meet you as well, Miss Hatate…“
“Your dad‘s out, I guess?“, you ask, and Kosuzu nods. „He should be back soon, though. Just running some errands… I-if you‘d like, I can set up some tea for you!“
“Only if it‘s not too much trouble.“, you respond. „Hatate would like to meet your father to thank him for supporting her newspaper.“
“S-sure, I‘ll be right back!“
And with that, little Kosuzu disappeared behind the counter again.
“How cute.“, Hatate remarks, and you can‘t help but agree. „That was the girl you ran into, right?“
“Yeah. After seeing her lying inbetween all those books, I felt like I just had to help her.“
“Eh, she‘s probably used to carrying that many. Not like she started working here only recently, right?“
“I guess.“, you shrug. Suddenly, Hatate takes a step towards you, and leans in to whisper into your ear: „You… you don‘t have a thing for little girls like her, right?“
The question stumps you. What was this tengu implying?!
“You mean… romantically?“
“Yeah. Like, I‘ve met some weird Youkai in my time, and… I guess I just wanna make su-“
“Oh, no no no, you‘ve gotten the completely wrong idea!“, you cut her off hastily. „I mean, I‘m sure she‘ll grow up to be a fine woman one day, worthy of taking over her father‘s business, but right now, I mean, she‘s just a little girl, and-“
“Alright, alright, I get it.“, Hatate says with a notable amount of relief in her voice. „Just wanted to make sure, hehe. A Youkai can never know with you humans.“
Even though you don‘t want to admit it, you can feel your face turning red again. Does this girl enjoy making you embarrassed or something?!
Before you can get back at her, however, Kosuzu has already returned and placed a tray with a pot and four cups on the couch table.
“Make yourselves at home, daddy should be back soon.“, she smiles at you two, but Hatate for some reason has to suppress a giggle. After a few minutes of tea and irrelevant chatter, a shape suddenly appears at the doorstep. Kosuzu is the first to notice it, and instinctively shifts a bit closer to you. Taking this as a prompt, you turn your head towards the entrance and turn white.
There, in front of you, the newest issue of Bunbunmaru tucked under her arm, stands…
Aya.

Your first instinct is trying to hide, but there is, of course, nowhere to hide. The three of you are sitting right out in the open, and as Aya‘s view glides across the room, she finally notices you, and a soft, almost innocent look of surprise washes across her face.
She calls out your name, and at that point, Hatate turns her head as well. Immediately, Aya‘s face turns sour, and she starts pacing towards her, eyes darting between you and the crow tengu.
It is Hatate who speaks first.
“So you‘ve finally tracked him down, huh? I guess you-“
SMACK
Before she can finish her sentence, Aya has gotten close to her and smacked her across the face, shutting her up.
“What do you think you‘re doing?!“, she yells at the girl sitting next to you, who looks like she‘s too busy assessing the reality of the current situation to answer.
“Rivalry is one thing, but stealing my co-workers?!“ She turns to you. „Did you really believe her? I bet she‘s made all sorts of empty promises, didn‘t she? Actually, knowing her, I wouldn‘t be surprised if she offered you se-“
“SHUT UP!!“
The loud shriek makes Kosuzu jump, and she starts clinging to the side of your shirt.
“I‘m just saying it like it is, you know! I haven‘t forgotten about your past, Hatate, and I‘m quite aware of what you‘re capable of! You‘d do anything to keep your newspaper relevant, even-“
Now it‘s Hatate‘s time to slap Aya – or at least, that‘s what she must be thinking as she leaps over the backrest of the couch and extends her arm in an attempt to hit her rival. However, Aya‘s simply too fast for her, and dodges her attack easily. Acting as if it hadn‘t even happened, she addresses you directly again.
“You can‘t be okay with this, right? She must‘ve tricked you into it!“
Sensing an opportunity to calm down the situation, you respond.

“Please, you two. Let‘s settle this like civilized people, not like a bunch of wild crows. Besides, you‘re scaring little Kosuzu here.“
However, your response only earns a dry laugh from Aya.
“Ah, I see how it is now. You‘re one of those guys who really like weak women, huh? Is that it?! You saw Hatate and thought to yourself: ‚Oh, what a poor girl, running a paper all on her own, and even though she really tries her best, noone reads it!‘ - That‘s what you were thinking, isn‘t it?!“
“Aya, if you could stop insulting us for a minute, we might actually listen to-“
“Oh, no.“, she cuts you off. „No, no, no. I see already what has happened, and I don‘t want anything to do with it. Just so you know, you‘re stuck with a little self-harming pile of crap now who thinks of herself as a ‚journalist‘. I‘m sure there‘ll be lots more fun stuff for you to discover, but that‘s on you now. I really did have a wrong first impression of you. Sorry for getting your hopes up.“
And with that, she leaves as swiftly as she had appeared, leaving you alone with a shivering Kosuzu and a sobbing Hatate.

After the scene with Aya, Hatate had suddenly jumped up and dragged you out of the shop and into the nearest back alley, silently suppressing her tears all the way. When she finally stopped halfway through a damp, dirty alleyway, she sunk onto her knees and began crying loudly.
Being faced with such a situation for the first time in your life, you‘re completely unsure of what to do next, and, unable to think of a better thing to do, go down on your knees as well to embrace her. She doesn‘t resist, and, after a while, responds in kind, burying her face into your shoulder. For 5 or 6 minutes, she holds onto you like this and cries until her tears stop, and all that‘s left of her is a whimpering, shivering figure.
You raise your hand above her head and pet her. Once, twice. Three times.
“Do you feel better now?“, you ask, and Hatate finds no answer. Her deep, irregular breaths vibrate against your body as she pulls you even closer, grasping your back as if you were the only thing keeping her from falling into a dark, deep abyss. Then, finally, she whispers.
“Please… can we stay like this… just a little longer?“
You nod, and close your eyes in an attempt to calm down not just her, but yourself, as well. Some part of you is secretly very proud of how well you‘re handling this, but most of you is busy replaying what had just happened in that book store. Aya had said some really mean things, but were they true? Or was she really just that much of a despicable person? You want to ask Hatate at some point, but now is really not the right time, that much you know.
After a few more sniffles, Hatate loosens her embrace, and you slowly back away from her a little. She looks at you helplessly, tiny paths of tears still streaming down her eyes, her mouth slightly open, as if gasping for air on the surface of an endless ocean.
“Y-you see… why I don‘t like her now...“, she manages to voice between her sniffles, and as she gets up, and you offer her your help, she adds: „Thanks. I… don‘t know what I would have done there without you...“
She clumsily grasps your hands and pulls herself up by them, and as you look down on her, you can‘t help but notice the red streaks on her arms again. Hatate looks up at you, follows your gaze, and quickly withdraws her hands, clumsily hiding them in her pockets.
She tries to say something, tries to force out words in an attempt to justify herself, but to you, there‘s nothing to justify here. Instead, you grab her hands again and put them together with yours in front of her face.
“Hey, remember? We were gonna have fun at the market today.“, you say as you look into her eyes. „Oh, and let‘s not forget the editorial meeting! Can‘t be a real newspaper without that!“
Your overly serious remark succeeds in evoking a small smile from Hatate, and you smile back. Maybe this day could still turn out well after all.
After something that turned out to be more of a date than a journalistic investigation, the two of you leave the town and head for Hatate‘s hut on Youkai mountain. This time, you‘re allowed to enter immediately, and although her room isn‘t quite as… relatively tidy as it was last time, you find yourself not caring that much about the empty food boxes and random pieces of underwear strewn about. Having experienced how Aya treated her, and how often she probably went through this sort of treatment, you suddenly felt much more sympathetic about Hatate than before.
In fact, it‘s starting to look to you like the only one who wants to have a ‚rivalry‘ here is Aya, and it doesn‘t seem far-fetched to say that she‘s only doing it to feel better about herself – after all, Hatate‘s Spirit News is nowhere close to seriously threatening the sales of the Bunbunmaru, and therefore, Aya might just as well ignore her.
“S-sorry for the mess...“, Hatate excuses herself, but you wave it off.
“It‘s fine, if I lived on my own, my room would probably look similarly… chaotic.“
Again, Hatate gives a small giggle, but it‘s more subdued than on the days before. The quarrels with Aya must really get to her.
“Oh, is it fine if I use your bathroom for a bit? We‘ve been out for quite a long time, and I just forgot about it...“
“Sure, sure, make yourself at-“, she stops. „Oh, give me just a second, actually.“
Hastily, she disappears into the bathroom and you can hear her turn on the sink. Had she been using it to wash her underwear today? Before you can ponder it any further, she‘s already returned with an excusatory look on her face. „A-all clear now!“, she says awkwardly, before returning to her futon and pretending to be busy with her computer.
As you enter the bathroom, you find nothing out of the ordinary, but also no underwear. It‘s fairly cramped in here, and there‘s only barely enough space for the sink and the toilet. How does this girl shower? Deciding not to pursue the question any further for fear of finding out things you weren‘t supposed to, you concentrate on just doing your business instead.
Barely a minute later, you open the door to the main room again, you are greeted with an incredible sight.
On the futon in front of you lies a half-naked Hatate, casually tapping away at her computer wearing nothing but her underwear. Her lazily unzipped skirt is still tucked underneath her legs, as if she‘d tried to take it off while already lying down and then just forgot about it. She‘s lying on her side, facing away from you, and seems wholly absorbed in her work.
Two parts in your brain are having a fierce battle to the death at this point – one of them wants to tell your arm to shut the door as quickly as possible, the other wants to take a closer look. For a moment, it looks like the embarrassed part is winning, but then the interested part pulverizes it using the power of logic.
She knew you were here. If she didn‘t want you to see her like this, she wouldn‘t have undressed.
“Ah“, you mumble, almost to yourself, but it‘s just barely loud enough for Hatate to notice it. She looks away from her screen, over her shoulder, and, upon spotting you standing in the door like a dumbfounded pillar of salt, turns onto her back.
“Wait“, she says, raising her right index finger like a teacher telling their student to sit still.
“I can explain.“

“First off, it‘s hot today, yeah? Especially in here, since this place is insulated so badly. So I was just… taking off some unnecessary weight, alright?“
You nod unwillingly.
“And second off, as you might have noticed, I don‘t have a shower. So I either need to ask the Kappa for a favor, or I go and bathe in the river… that‘s why I try to sweat as little as absolutely necessary.“
Against better knowledge, you nod again.
“Although… really, I‘ve kinda already screwed that up.“
Unable to control either your head nor your eye movements, you erratically take in different parts of Hatate‘s body as it‘s laid out bare in front of you. From her collarbones, perfectly accenting her soft, slender neck, to her D-cup breasts, lying flatly on top of her and only vaguely being held in shape by her friled bra, further down across her perfectly rounded belly, curving first in, then out, and finally guiding you towards the outer rim of her panties, which have shifted downwards just far enough to allow a peek at a small spot of soft, brown pubic hair, playfully inviting you to discover the treasure that lies underneath it.
It was only at this point that you realized.
Hatate Himekaidou is actually really fucking hot.
“Well then.“, you say, taking a step forward and closing the door behind you. „If that‘s how it is...“
You take another few steps towards her, and her casual facade starts crumbling.
“I guess...“, you get down on your knees in front of her and look her straight in the eyes. Her nonchalant look has turned into an indescribable mixture of excitement and fear.
“...it doesn‘t really matter if you get a little more sweaty then.“

Even though she flinches as you run your fingers down her bare stomach, she makes no motions to stop you. Despite never having touched a woman like this before, you know your fair share about anatomy and think you have a more or less good grasp of what is necessary to satisfy them. As your fingers reach the first of her pubic hairs, she pulls your head close to hers, and breathes „Wait… we… we haven‘t even kissed yet...“, and you consider kissing her for a split second, but decide that it‘ll be more fun to play with her a little instead.
Just as she pulls you in for the kiss, you hold the index finger of your free hand inbetween her lips and whisper back: „No. You‘ll have to earn it first.“
And with that, you continue making your fingers slide further down her valley, basking in the softness of her hair, until you‘ve finally hit her point and notice her drawing a sharp breath.
Carefully, you slide your finger across her unprotected clitoris, and, in a vain attempt at stopping you, she closes her legs a little, brushing up her pubic hair against you in the process. This only makes you more excited, and you travel down her lips until you find the tiny, soft opening that you were told was there. You look into Hatate‘s eyes, but find only a pleading puppy-like look in them. Her chest rises and sinks under her extatic breaths as she waits for you to enter, and from the corner of your eyes, you can see her nipples perk out underneath her loose bra.
You start prodding, but just a little, not with enough force to enter her just yet.
“This here.“, you say with an amount of amusement in your voice that surprises even you. „If… if you can make me feel good with it, you‘ve earned your kiss.“
Even though you can‘t pin down exactly how, you notice that what you just said made her even hornier, and so you press down a little stronger, and finally, your finger slides in. She reflexively closes her legs again, but manages to achieve as little as the first time.
“Now, now, Hata-tan.“, you tease her. „If you can‘t even endure my fingers, how will you ever earn that kiss?“
You push in further, and her insides give way to you. After another few seconds, your finger is all the way inside her, and she winces as she feels your knuckles make contact with her pussy. Before she has any time to protest against it, you add another one before starting to slowly move them.
Hatate‘s breathing gets more erratic with every thrust, and she pulls you towards her in a tight embrace. You enjoy it for a bit, but then get an even better idea. You stop your movements.
“You know, Hata-tan… I like you and all, but I can‘t help but think you‘re being too impatient about this.“ She responds with a dumbfounded, but also very exhausted, look.
“What… are… you saying? Y-you‘re… you‘re the one who‘s p-p-poking around i-inside… me… right now...“
“Ah, you really don‘t get it, do you? Hugging me like that, suddenly… when we‘ve barely even known each other for a week! Let me… show you what I mean.“

And with that, you withdraw from her embrace, leaving behind a dissatisfied mess of a girl. Instead of returning to her immediately, you take your time undressing, and Hatate‘s look suddenly turns excited again. As you make your hard dick jump out of your underwear, she gasps a little, but you force yourself to ignore it.
“That‘s not the point right now, Hata-tan. I‘m not finished with you yet.“
And with those words, you position yourself between her closed legs before putting one hand on each of her thighs and forcing them open.
“D-don‘t!!! I-it‘s too embarrassing, p-please-“
“Do you want that kiss or not?“, you stop her. „I told you, you‘ll have to work for it.“
“uuu...“, she responds with little more than a wimper, proof that she‘s given up.
Carefully, you pull her panties down one of her legs, leaving it to dangle on it, and then lift Hatate‘s entire lower end up onto your chest. She squirms, blushes, but doesn‘t resist.
Finally, her raw pussy is laid bare to you. Already, there are streams of liquid running down her body from it, and it feels like even just looking at it makes it twitch.
Once again, you sink your fingers into her, prompting her to let out even louder wimpers than before. „Haah… haahh… D-don‘t… d-don‘t y-you… t-think… you‘re… haaah… overdoing… it?“, she manages to force out between her heavy breaths. You stop.
“No, not really.“, you answer. „Don‘t worry, you‘ll get to make me feel good too, soon.“
“T-that‘s not it...“, she tries to stop you, but you cut her off by moving around inside of her again. Even though you knew a little about vaginas beforehand, you‘d never thought that they‘d be so… elastic on the inside. You try prodding a little in every direction, and suddenly, Hatate convulses around you. „N-no!! I… I… wa-wa… wanttocometogetherwithyou...“
Again, you stop.
“So that‘s what you meant, hm?“, you taunt her more as you look into her pleading eyes.
“Please… I want you… inside me already...“
You pretend to ponder about her request for a little. Then, you withdraw your fingers.
“Fine.“, you say with as much feigned indifference as you can muster. „But no kissing just yet!“
Before you‘ve even finished your last sentence, Hatate‘s already wrapped her legs around your bag and drawn you in, forcing your naked body on top of her.
Your faces are now just millimeters away from each other, and you feel like you can see every little drip of sweat on her. Carefully, she moves her hands down towards your manhood and guides it towards her opening. As you get closer and closer to her, you feel first her heat, and then her moisture on your tip, until finally, you‘re ready to enter her. Inch by inch, you force apart the walls of her vagina as you dive deeper and deeper into her. However, as you‘re fully concentrating on taking in the pleasure of penetrating a girl for the first time, you fail to notice her hands making their way back up and suddenly appearing behind your head, pressing your lips down onto hers, just as you reach her deepest spot.
Unable to control herself, she moans into your lips, unwittingly opening an attack path for your tongue. Forcing yourself into her even more, you entwine your tongue with hers, breathing in her moans as you thrust in and out of her. Despite having held up reasonably well for your first time so far, you notice yourself getting closer to the edge, and fast.
Hatate seems to be having the same problem, having lost contact with your lips and now fighting to contain her moans. Just as you realize it might be a good idea to warn her, one of Hatate‘s convulsions pushes you over the edge and you slam deep inside her, finally releasing your seed. Hatate, in what seems like her orgasm, digs her nails into your back as she arches up hers, practically causing your bodies to melt together.
After a few seconds, however, it‘s all over, and you collapse on top of her, exhausted.
For a while, the two of you just lie there, deafened by the sound of the other‘s breath, simmering in the afterglow. Then, she whispers: „Not gonna lie… that was… pretty good for your first time.“
It takes you a little longer to catch your own breath, and you consider whether or not to challenge her statement, but finally decide against it. „Guess it was… pretty obvious, huh?“
Hatate giggles. „Yup. Didn‘t pick up on any of my hints, either. That‘s why… I thought I‘d have to go full-out like this, y‘know? Well… short of just jumping at you naked, I guess.“
“Haha, well… it worked, after all.“
“Oh, by the way… I don‘t know how much they teach you in school but… you know coming inside is dangerous, right?“
“Eh?“, you stop for a second until the meaning of her words dawn on you. „Oh, t-that‘s… right...“
Before you can say any more, however, Hatate‘s soft, girlish laugh cuts you off.
“Don‘t worry, I was just messin‘ with you. I know a wonderful doctor who can take care of… ‚accidents‘ like these.“
“Well, that‘s one way to call it. Anyway, wanna go clean ourselves up? We… made quite a mess here.“

Before long, the two of you have wiped the worst stains off with towels, put your clothes back on and headed out for the river, sheets in tow.
“Fun fact about this river“, Hatete smiles as the stream comes into sight. „It leads straight down into the Kappa Valley. So, uhh… We should probably keep this a secret from them, or they‘ll get mad.“
“Haha, I could see how they… would probably rather not know.“
Washing up takes less time than you expected, and before long, Hatate‘s already started unbuttoning her shirt. You pretend to be busy hanging up the sheets to dry as you steal a look every now and then. Next up is her belt, followed by the zipper on her skirt. Finally, she slips down her panties, revealing her modest patch of hair, now in disarray and glistening from sweat and other bodily fluids. You are now far beyond caring about the laundry and have your eyes fimly fixated on Hatate as she carefully places her clothes on a nearby rock and delicately dips her feet into the river to test the water temperature.
“We‘re lucky!“, she says, turning around towards you, and you hastily pretend you were busy with the laundry the entire time. „The water is warmer than usual today.“
“Ah… that‘s good to hear then.“, you respond in a vain attempt to sound innocent.
“I totally noticed, by the way. You‘re cute.“
Her playful comment makes the blood rise to your head, and you find yourself wanting to say something in response, but being unable to come up with something good. Finally, you give up, and decide to join her.

Contrary to your expectations, Hatate and you actually managed to get some work done that day, as well. She showed you the two new editions of the Kakashi Village News she‘d already compiled, and a third that she had almost finished last night. She also asked you a bunch of questions about the village, its history, and its people, in order to get a better feeling for what would be deemed ‚newsworthy‘ with her new readership. There was also the question of how to market the Kakashi, and where it would be sold. All in all, you spent the better part of the night ironing out these problems, and by the time Hatate dropped you off at the farm, the first sunrays were already peeking around the horizon.
As the two of you land, it slowly dawns on you that you‘re most likely not getting more than 2 or 3 hours of sleep tonight, but you do your best to ignore the implications of this and just deal with it when it‘s time. Your feet make contact with the ground again, and you try to come up with something to say.
“Thanks for everything today, Hatate. This was… the most fun I‘ve had in a while.“
“N-not at all!“, she responds, a little flustered. „I should be the one thanking you! You‘ve done so much for me already… A-and also, I told you...“
“Hm?“
“You should call me Hata-chan already! S-since we‘re a couple now...“
Darn, I wanted to say it first… Oh well.
“Sure thing, Hata-chan! I love you, Hata-chan! Please marry me, Hata-chan!“
Hata-chan rewards your efforts with a sudden, unexpected kiss. „Well, you went and said it now. You better be ready to make good on it!“, she demands as she draws away from you again. You‘re too surprised to respond immediately, and so instead, Hatate does it for you.
 „Anyways… I don‘t want to hold you up any longer. You‘ll probably get too little sleep as it is already.“
“Y-yeah… I‘ll… be fine, I think... I guess my dad will pick me up and throw me out of the bed sooner or later, haha...“
“Sounds like you have a fun family...“, Hatate remarks, and for just a split second, you sense a feeling of… nostaglia, perhaps, wash across her face. „Well, I‘ll better be off then. I‘ll see you… tomorrow night I guess.“
“You mean tonight“, you jokingly correct her. „But yeah, have a safe trip back, and sleep well. And don‘t overwork yourself!“
By the time you‘ve finished your sentence, Hatate‘s already taken off again. Just before speeding away, she calls back to you: „Hey, if anything, I should be worried about you here – you‘re my kouhai, after all!“
And with that, she disappears into the orange-tinted morning sky.


Your day went about as horrible as expected. Working on the fields all day after getting barely 3 hours of sleep is an experience you really don‘t want to relive again if possible. At least your father showed some understanding by letting you off two hours earlier than usual, after you‘d stumbled over the field ridges for probably the tenth time today. Normally, you would‘ve used that time to go into town, but you were fairly certain that any major attempts at movement today would just cause you to faint on the spot, so you decided to take a nap, just for a few hours, and maybe head to an Izakaya later instead of to the marketplace as usual.
By the time you wake up, it‘s already 9PM, and the sun has long set. The perfect time to head out for some drinks and catch up on the town‘s gossip. Just as you‘re getting ready to go, you hear someone tap against your window.
“You‘re early tonight, Hata-chan.“
Your casually lovey-dovey way of addressing her trips Hatate up a little, and he can‘t hide a light blush forming on her soft cheeks.
“Thought I‘d forget again, didn‘t you?“, you tease her.
“T-that‘s not it!“, she weakly tries to defend herself. „I‘m just… a little happy, that‘s all...“
You can‘t help but suppress a small chuckle at her cute behavior. „Anyways“, you continue. „I was just about to head out to town. Didn‘t get a lot of sleep today and had to catch up on it this afternoon…“
“Oh, I totally understand!“, the tengu girl exclaims. „You don‘t need to feel bad about that at all! In fact, I came early tonight because I kinda expected something like this would happen… So… I thought we two could go into town again, and maybe… pick up on some rumors at the Izakaya? Heck, maybe even tell them about the Kakashi-“
“You know, it‘s funny, I was actually thinking the same.“
“Well then, what are you waiting on? Put on your shoes and let‘s go!“

It takes a while, but eventually, the flickering lights of the town gates and street lights come into sight, painting a tranquil and comfortable picture in the middle of the pitch-black Gensokyan night.
“Come to think of it, you never offered to fly us into town, why‘s that?“, you ask Hatate.
“Well, there‘s two reasons.“, she explains. „First off, as I‘m sure you‘re aware, most villagers are a little suspicious of Youkai, and that includes us tengu. Aya gets somewhat of a free pass, probably because her newspaper is already read by some people there, but practically noone in the village even knows of the Kakashi… You remember how surprised I was when you told me you found someone selling it there! Anyways, if they see a flying Youkai heading straight for the village, it would certainly raise some red flags for them.“
“Well, we‘re trying to change that, aren‘t we?“
“The newspaper part, yeah. About their suspicions against Youkai… I don‘t know if we can do anything there, sadly.“, Hatate replies resignedly.
“I don‘t think I‘ve told you yet, but I actually used to be really interested in Youkai. Throughout my entire childhood, I dreamt of meeting one up close, to the point where I headed out into the forest, hoping to run into one...“
“Sounds suicidal.“, Hatate remarks with a weak laugh. „But I guess they would seem pretty interesting to a rebellious young boy like you...“
“And look at what it got me.“, you pat her on the head. „A little tengu cutie to go on dates with. I‘d say it all paid off in the end.“
As you step through the town gates, you silently greet one of the guards, gaining a slight nod in response. Seems like they don‘t particularly care who enters at this time, and like they definitely didn‘t notice the fact that your girlfriend is a Youkai. And just like that, you arrive at the Izakaya without any problems.


“Lemme… tell you shomfin‘ ‘bout that tengu reporter y‘all know and love!“, Hatate suddenly blurts out after quietly having sat around her fourth cup of Sake for a while.
“Ooooh, now it‘s getting interesting! What do you have on her, missy? I always knew Aya seemed too nice for a tengu!“, the burly man who is apparently the town‘s blacksmith responds as he leans over the counter to get a better look at Hatate. You, sitting inbetween the two, sigh, and put away your notebook.
That‘s about all the info we‘re gonna get today, I guess. We better start getting going before Hatate says something that‘ll cause an uproar…
“Well, like that one time where… where she paid Tewi like… a few hundred thousand to… steal Reisen‘s panties… all of them!“
“W-whoa...“, the blacksmith seemed legitimately impressed. „Getting paid to steal panties… sounds like a dream come true!“ His friends, taking up most of the other stools in front of the bar, nodded in agreement.
“Oh, I‘m shure… I‘m shure y‘all injoy that… And the… article that came wiffit, yeah? But listen… this is a real mean thing to do to girls, okay? It… caused her trouble for… the entire week… and now… all of Gensokyo‘s seen her… nude, lewd vayayay...“
“Aaaalright!“, you finally stop her. „I‘m sure Hata-chan would love to prattle with you guys for a little longer, but she‘s got editorial duties, and the deadline for the first edition is coming up fast! Now“, you take her by the hand „if you‘ll excuse us...“, and start dragging her out of the bar.
“If you run more stories like that, we might even check out your Kokoshi or whatever, Hata-chan~!“, someone yells after you, before his friends joins in: „Or just put panty-shots everywhere, that‘s fine too!“ „Bah! Nopan or go home!“ „A report on the super-secret extra-services offered by the Haku-“ „Shh! They‘re supposed to be a secret, you idiot!“ „Tch, just cause you like Sa-“
Eventually, you make it to the door, and the mens‘ voices become a jumbled mess of sounds, too agitated and far away to make out any of what they‘re saying.
Horny little bastards, they all are, you think to yourself. Indeed, after Hatate‘s mentioned that she intended to rival the Bunbunmaru, their first suggestions had already been „You‘ll need pantyshots, then!“ and „If you want to beat Aya, you‘ll have to cause even more scandalous incidents than her!“
Hatate had proven highly unimpressed by those suggestions, initially insisting that she was going to introduce „more serious journalism“ into the village. However, as time had passed, it had become clear that, at the very last, pretty much everyone at the Izakaya was only interested in sensational stories, as well as, well, pantyshots. Completely unintentional ones, of course, otherwise the feeling would be ruined.
All in all, it hadn‘t been a particularly fruitful evening, but you still had fun listening to the outrages stories of some and witnessing the group antics of friends who‘ve probably been going to drink like this every evening for the past 20-30 years. Hatate, on the other hand, had probably not really taken notice of much after the first two sake cups, and was now heavily leaning onto you, staggering across the cobblestone streets as she complained about you dragging her away from „the party“.

Somehow, the two of you managed to make it home safely.
As you sit her down in front of your porch, you consider your options: First off, Hatate‘s definitely too drunk to walk, let alone fly. So she‘s probably going to have to sleep over at your‘s. You don‘t really know how your father would react to finding the editor of the newspaper in your bed at morning, but you‘d rather not risk evoking his wrath, so it‘s probably for the best if you shoo her out early during the morning. However, if she sleeps in your bed, you‘d have to sleep on the couch, and if you don‘t wake up early enough, your family‘s gonna find out soon enough what happened…
Aaargh, there‘s just no good solutions to this, are there?!
For now, you decide to focus on bringing Hata-chan into your room safely and quietly. You take out your keys and unlock the door, then turn to Hatate – she‘s asleep already.
Well, that might make it easier.


Even though you‘re carrying your sleeping girlfriend up the stairs, you manage to be surprisingly sneaky about it, and you‘re pretty sure nobody heard you come home. You carefully lie the inebriated Hatate down onto your bed and go back to close the door.
“Awwweeeiiik...“, you hear a soft groan from behind, and are met with the sight of your girlfriend drunkenly stirring about in your bed, trying her most earnest to kick the sheets off of it.
“’s too hot in here… ssss...“
You try to think back to why you even let her get this drunk in the first place, but you probably were simply too invested in your chats with the locals to even notice her ordering sake after sake. Your recollections are cut short by Hatate running her hands over her body, apparently trying to remember how to take her clothes off correctly.
“Hata-chan, what are you doing? You‘re in my house, you know? If we‘re too loud here, everyone will know you‘re here, and I don‘t-“
“Ah, so they‘ll... get to know my cute husband… And I‘ll be his cute wife! Hehe, y-you can… introduce me whenever you like...“
Even though it should‘ve been impossible, Hatate actually manages to correctly identify her shirt‘s buttons and starts fumbling around with them in a vain effort to take them off.
“And then… We‘ll be a wonderfull… family…“, she continues as she manages to undo the first one. Sensing she‘s about to do something risky, you walk over to her and kneel down in front of the bed before petting her on the head.
“Hey, come on… Let‘s just go sleep now, okay? We can have some fun together tomorrow.“
Hatate, however, is having none of that. She‘s reached the third button by now, and repeats her complaint: „But… it‘s sooooo hot in here… I can‘t… sleep like this...“
She reaches the fourth button, and before you can stop her, she‘s managed to open her shirt completely, causing it to slowly slide down her slender figure, drooping onto the bed, revealing her soft, ample breasts, held in place by only a standard, bland white bra. At the very least, she wasn‘t going to get that off, r-right?
Nope, she did.
Shit.
As she awkwardly brushes her bra off of herself, Hatate‘s bouncy breasts break free, wobbling a little before reaching a sort of equilibrium-like state resting on top of her. Her hardened nipples perking up at you blatantly give away the fact that there‘s more too this than just the room temperature. „Hey...“, she beckons, while moving her hands down towards her skirt, finding the zipper with such ease one wouldn‘t guess she was absolutely shitfaced right now. „You… you want it, don‘t you?“
Her zipper gets stuck, but she doesn‘t care. Instead, she holds down her skirt with one hand and begins haphazardly winding out of it. Not only does this strategy actually work, it also reveals her plain-white panties, framing her two perfectly rounded thighs, rounded off by a thin stream of clear, white liquid running down them. Finally, Hatate‘s found what she‘s been searching for, and begins pushing one of her hands down her panties. „Ah~“, she moans quietly as her fingers trail the outside of her wet lips before prying their way inside. „nn...“
Hatate turns onto her side, revealing her full beauty right in front of you, who finds himself too mesmerized to try to stop her anymore. Her upper right leg is slowly becoming drenched in her own juices as she pushes her fingers deeper and deeper inside of her and her breathing becomes more and more erratic.
“haah… haaah… come on… already…“, she moans, becoming a little louder with every thrust. This isn‘t good, you realize, if she wakes up your parents during this, it‘s all gonna be over. Meanwhile, after managing to slide down her panties even further, she‘s now moved her other free hand to her breasts, fondling them while fingering herself.

“If you… won‘t take me… I‘ll just… come on my own!“, she declares in a surprisingly clearly spoken sentence. „And… haahh… I‘ll wake up everyone… And-“
“Hata-chan, wait!“, you plead, and indeed, she stops her movements, leaving her whole body to quiver with the need for more stimulation. You realize you have to think of something, and fast. If you don‘t do anything, she‘s going to bring herself to orgasm, and possibly wake up the entire house. However, if you two fuck, there‘s no way of guaranteeing she won‘t do the same – after all, she had been pretty loud the last time! Then, it hits you.
“Fine, you win.“, you declare, and the crow tengu‘s eyes light up at her supposed victory. She pulls your face towards her, giving you a sloppy kiss. „I loooove you~“, she chirps as you can feel the smell of alcohol in your face. Quickly, you remove your pants, causing your already hard member to poke out in front of her. Then, you stand up.
“Right, so here‘s the deal, Hata-chan. You‘re not only drunk, but also fucking loud. Yet you still want me to fuck you.“
She nods eagerly.
“Well, if we have normal sex, you‘re gonna wake everyone up, so… you‘re gonna make me feel good tonight.“
This time, she doesn‘t nod, but it‘s too late – you‘re already sitting on top of her, dick pointing at her face, and hovering just centimeters above her bouncy breasts. Finally, she begins to understand. „Eehhh, how unfair… Only you get to feel good...“, she complains with a pouty face, but you‘re not about to give in to her.
“Nope, I‘m not taking that risk, it‘s either this, or nothing.“, you announce.

“But you forgot...“, she continues, putting on a smug face „that… I can still make myself cum!“
And with that, she attempts to move her hands down again, but this time, you‘re faster. Before she can do anything, you‘ve already grabbed both of them and forced them onto the bed, above her head. Your bold advance earns you a quiet „uu~“ from the girl as she‘s realized she‘s lost this one.
“F-fine… b-but y-you owe… owe me a favor f-for this!“, she declares defiantly, prompting you to respond by closing in on her face and whispering: „Sure, but only if you do well tonight~“
And with that, you shift down a little, onto her soft belly, and bring your dick into position. Carefully, you slide it into the space inbetween her D-cups, savoring the warmth and the softness of her skin wrapping around you. It‘s a totally different feeling from being inside her vagina, and every time you thrust forward, you can see your member poke out from the top, reaching until just underneath her nose. This gives you two wonderful ideas.
“Hata-chan, I want you to suck on it when it comes out on top, okay?“, you ask her in a way that is normally reserved for rhetorical questions. She responds with a faint, but visible, nod. „Also, I‘m gonna do this-“, and with that, you bring her hands down from above her head to the sides of her boobs, forcing her to push against them. Immediately, you notice a tighter, and even warmer feeling than before. A moan escapes your lips, and Hatate smiles. „Are… my boobs that amazing?“, she asks as innocently as anyone could ask such a question. „Y-yes… I didn‘t… q-quite expect it, either...“, you admit. Already, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the peak, and then, Hatate starts licking your tip as you push all the way through her breasts. Her unexpected move sends a jolt throught your entire body, and you push in even deeper as her soft mounds give way to your pelvis and your tip enters her mouth.
Hatate is now breathing heavily, trying to deal with both your weight on top of her and your cock pushing forward into her mouth, all the while having her boobs ravaged by your heavy thrusting. As you notice she‘s really getting into it as well, you decide to try a little experiment by removing your hands from hers – and indeed, she doesn‘t notice! With both your hands now free, and Hatate doing all the hard work for you, you grab her by the back of her head and force her even further onto your dick. Now that‘s the ticket – every thrust feels like stepping from the garden of eden straight into heaven: At first, there‘s just the gentle softness of her breasts, a kind, familiar place full of warmth and comfort. But at its end lies the gate into the dark, wet unknown, a lewd place full of desire, lashing tongues of extacy and fire. Perhaps, instead of heaven, it was its own kind of hell – but, if this is what hell was like, you wouldn‘t mind dying a sinner.
Every time the head of your penis enters her mouth, Hatate gets a little more adapt at handling it with her tongue, now being able to give it extended licks before it disappears again. And every time it does, it forms thin strips of saliva, dripping down onto her throat and collarbones, and her breath pants for the next opportunity to taste you. Finally, you can feel your climax approaching.
“I‘ve… haahh… got… good news for you… H-Hata-chan...“, you manage to voice between your heavy breaths. „I… aahh… I owe you one...“
And with that, you push inside of her one last time, spraying your semen directly into her mouth. Hatate, however, resists, and pushes you off of her, causing your second and third loads to hit first her face, and then her boobs. The power of her push actually causes you to fall sideways, half off of the bed, and then finally onto the floor. You catch yourself just in time to avoid hitting your head on anything. As you get back up, you can hear Hatate start caughing in the background.


“Hey, hey, try to keep quiet, okay? That was the whole point of-“
“Mou-! S-seriously, warn me next time, okay?“, she interrupts you as a stream of semen-tainted saliva leaves her mouth, dribbling onto her sweat-drenched breasts.
“Hey, I… I totally did! See, I was making a reference to the thing I said in the begin-“
“Idiot, just tell-“, she‘s stopped by another caugh „Just tell me straight-up ne-next time, okay?“
“Fine, I‘m sorry...“, you apologize, indeed feeling a little sorry seeing her helpless figure drenched in your cum like this.
“I-if you‘re really sorry… G-get me some water, pl-“, she starts, but is again interrupted by her own caughing. Water, sure, got it.

You‘re not quite sure how, but after what seemed like an hour of wiping, you managed to get Hatate clean for the most part. What‘s more, you discovered that, while it was a bit cramped, it was perfectly possible for the two of you to sleep in your bed at the same time. In fact, everything would be just fine right now, except that the tengu insists on an absolute monopoly on your only blanket -  „‘cause you were so mean to me just now“. Even though the days are as hot as in mid-summer, the nights are much more reasonably temperated for the season, which means that, even with the windows closed, it‘s just slightly too cold for you to fall asleep easily. Hatate, on the other hand, is sleeping like a log next to you. You glance to the clock sitting on your bedroom table… Quarter past 2. About 4 hours until the alarm goes. It‘s gonna be one of those nights again.

Riiiiing-
Although your arm feels like it‘s made out of solid lead as you swing it out of your bed and onto the alarm clock, you manage to hit it immediately, silencing it before anyone else in your house gets a chance to hear it. You glance at the clock face, and then at Hatate, who‘s still sleeping soundly right next to you, wrapped in the blanket as if it was a cocoon. It‘s difficult, but you manage to move your lead hand over carefully enough to brush through her hair, granting her a less disruptive awakening than you had.
“Ewh-?“, she murmurs as she comes to. „Ah, right...“
“Good morning, cutie.“, you greet her in the sweetest voice you can wring out of your vocal chords after only 3 hours of sleep. „I… don‘t like rushing things like this, but my family‘s gonna wake up in about… 15 minutes, so, uh… you might wanna leave now.“
“Aww, no breakfast?“, she asks before yawning so loud she could‘ve drowned out the sound of the alarm were it still going. „I‘m joking, I‘m joking…“, she quickly adds as she notices you wanting to remind her of what you were talking about yesterday. „I remember most of what happened, don‘t worry.“
And with that, she gets herself out of your bed before searching for her clothes.
“You know, we… gotta plan this stuff better next time.“, she sighs as she holds up her still damp panties. „I can‘t shower in here, and I don‘t have any spare clothes in here, either… I mean sure, it‘s just a flight of like 10 minutes, but...“
“I‘m sorry… Didn‘t think about it properly.“, you start, but then remember something important. „A-also, I wasn‘t even the one who initiated it! I-I was fine with just going to bed normally, but-“
“That‘s why I said ‚we‘, you know?“, Hatate interjects, now looking across the room for her skirt. You fish it out from underneath the covers and hand it to her, earning a slightly dumbfounded look in response. „I… slept on these without noticing, huh.“
“Yup.“
“Remind me not to get that drunk again next time.“
“Yup.“
“Anyways… time for me to leave, huh?“, she asks, finally fully dressed again. „Are you… gonna be alright? You look like you‘r half-dead.“
“Ah… it‘s fine, really… Just… I‘m gonna have to go to bed early tonight. Two nights of sleeping only 3 hours in a row don‘t go well with having to do manual labor during the day. But yeah, I‘ll survive, somehow.“
You give her a weak smile, which seems to satisfy her concern for now.
“It‘s alright if you take it easy today, we already have enough material for a whole week, maybe even more… Just relax tonight, alright?“