>>3386927
>Bail out of class today?

>>3386927
>> Bail out of class today?

>>3386927
> Bail out of class today?

>>3386927
>Bail out of class today?

>>3386947
>>3386970
>>3386984
>>3386989
>Writing... ...

>>3387007

Packing my pictures, camera, and supplies that I barely use, I decide to bail out of today's classes. The yard's fence can be sneaked through if I can squeeze my body inwards enough, running free to wherever I desire. A convenience store is close by; the moment that its conditioned air blows past the automatic doors and into my face, faith in humanity is restored. God bless man's inventions. The cashier questioned why I was here instead of school, but I was able to dissuade his societal obligations to call the police. An extra hundred of hush money does wonders to the weak-willed.

A popsicle in hand, I stroll down the sidewalk. It's lacking in youth, adults and oldies wandering around like me. Of course, some of them, too, questioned why I'm not at school. Some of them know me and some of them do not. Either way, I continue on my undetermined path. A class-free day soothes the soul of the weary and hardworking.

Bumping into someone, as I was lost in thought, contemplating where to get my next collection to sale, I look to see a girl that's just about my age. She doesn't look to be from any other schools that I know. Or maybe her red hood's too big for her own good to identify, by which it hides her initial characteristics. "I have come in contact with the target," I caught, howbeit faintly.

> Move past and act like nothing's wrong.
> Question her.
> (another option)

>>3387036
> Move past and act like nothing's wrong

>>3387036
> Move past and act like nothing's wrong
But keep an eye on her we don't want to lose her in a crowd or around a corner somehow

>>3387049
>>3387060
>Writing... ... ...

File: 6e16edf295cb651745c996266(...).jpg (54 KB, 700x467)

54 KB JPG

>>3387097

Acting like there's nothing wrong, I move past the girl. The streets aren't full, so I have plenty of space to keep my eye on her. And I'm glad that I do, for the girl keeps on following me; in a shady way too, ducking behind tables, stands, just about anything that can block my perception of her. Is she a stalker? I mean, I do look good, but garnering myself that kind of attention is somewhat of a red flag. I might be cool with it if she were to pull off that hood though.

Unfortunately, as time progressed, I've concluded that she's dangerous. Or, most likely to be. She keeps her arms under her cloak as if she's hiding something. And I've learned to trust my gut; if my gut tells me that there's something wrong, then I need to run... Perhaps, strike first, if I can construct a ruse fast. At least, faster than she can perceive.

> Lure her to somewhere secluded.
> Walk calmly to your house.
> Run away
> (another option)

>>3387116
>> Walk calmly to your house.

>>3387116
Yandere alerts are blaring. If our house is close I +1 >>3387118. Do we know if someone else will be home? We need witnesses so she doesn't try something crazy on us.

If home isn't close I say we go for a crowd if we can find one then try to confront her from a bit of a distance.

>>3387136
supporting that course of action

>>3387116
> Walk calmly to your house.
no need to make her think were on to her, and home may have tools we can use against her if it comes down to that, or at least is ground we know better than her.

that, and going someplace secluded sounds risky as hell.

>>3387118
>>3387136
>>3387145
>>3387147

My shut-in of a sister should be home. She can't do much besides calling the cops, but her presence can assure a smidgen of safety. If I remember as well, her baseball stuff should be laying around in the living room. A bat could suffice if things turn dangerous.

Going as I am without tripping any alarms for this eccentric stalker, I eventually reach the door to my house. The girl watched me from behind a telephone pole while I dug a key out of my pocket, seeing no more of her once I enter this familiar refuge. Immediately, I grab Hanami's bat, its weight shifting the posture of my wrist when it doesn't have enough support. For once, I'm thankful for her lazy habits; it's hard to believe that she was popular in her high schooler days.

> Wake up Hanami (your sister).
> Watch out for the girl through the house's windows.
> (another option)

>>3387197
>> Watch out for the girl through the house's windows.
>> Pull out a cellphone if we have one and get 911 or whatever the Japanese equivalent is dialed in and ready to call

>>3387200
Supporting.

>>3387200
supporting

>>3387200
Support

>>3387200
>>3387201
>>3387202
>>3387204
>Writing... ... ...

File: f305229400da91db51e335580(...).jpg (53 KB, 600x522)

53 KB JPG

>>3387208

The hooded girl couldn't be found anywhere after I went inside the house. Empty space behind the telephone pole. It wasn't long until I was stomping up and down the stairs to peer through every window, getting every view in check in anticipation for her. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared; is this retribution for my acts? Did the girls whom I took pictures of made a hit on me? Spooks me to the damned core!

Unable to handle the pressure, its source mystifying, I dial the cops. The call went through, the first tidbits of conversation going like what everyone expects: a nice lady asking for your problem and such, so on, so forth.

"Uh... There's this girl that was following me through town. Just saw her by the street where my house lives," I explained.

"Is there anyone else with you? A friend? Family member?"

"My sis is here. However, I haven't told her about it. She's probably sleeping."

"I see." A long pause ensued. The lady might be trying to figure out my reasons for being at home while school is still in session. She doesn't mention any of what I thought in the end, going on. "What is her characteristics?"

"Didn't see her face, but she has a red hood on. Don't know what's underneath, nor do I want to know."

I hear her keyboard clattering and, then, another pause. She gets back. "We're sending a car down your area. Can you stay on the line until all are clear on the patrol? Could you tell your sister too?"

"Yeah, miss," a tone that borders truth and falsity.

> Go up to Hanami's room.
> Explore the street.
> Explore the backyard.
> Hole up in your room.
> (another option)

>>3387235
> Go up to Hanami's room.

>>3387235
>> Explore the backyard.

>>3387244
+1 Can't let her get out neet sister.

>>3387235
> Go up to Hanami's room.
>inb4

>>3387235
>Go up to Hanami's room.

>>3387244
>>3387250
>>3387256
>>3387267
> Writing... ... ...

File: 02c359a9bc98e4695379b8710(...).png (246 KB, 1500x1500)

246 KB PNG

>>3387271

Knocking on Hanami's bedroom door, it opens a second later. My sister appears from the dark, her long, seemingly endless hair spilling forwards. Her eyes squint when she meets natural light, putting up a hand to shield them; upon adjusting to the illumination that has been sitting outside her room, she rests the sedentary limb.

"Is something wrong, Rou?" referring to me by a shortened name. Forcing my way through, I shut the door and fill her in on my situation. Hanami doesn't get half of it, which compelled me to repeat myself. "A girl? If it's just that, then there's nothing to be afraid of, Rou."

"Perhaps so. But there's more to her. I'm sure!" making myself look paranoid.

Hanami grabs me by the shoulder and hugs, arms wrapping around my own as we look in the same direction. When she graduated high school, there wasn't much for her to do than to play around or look for a man to go out with. And she did have a wide selection of men to pick from. The odd thing is that she didn't try to date anyone, just slept around on couches and beds, playing video games. One thing led to the next, and she became a NEET; went from baseball fit to soft, however, the right soft. In the past, her curves were top notch, but now they're every man's dream. I even have a stack of pictures that recorded the seductive change... If it hadn't come across yet, the way she took me in calmed me a bit.

"You're welcome to stay as long as you want, then. I'm not knowledgeable much on what you're facing, but it'll go away," doing her best to encourage.

Uncoiling herself, she falls into her bed to reinstate her dreaming empire. Hanami forgot to turn off her computer, it's blue rays coating the walls; as my duty as her little brother, and that I owed her for fixing my camera a few times, I turn it off, keeping vigilant for the mysterious stalker.

> Continue to keep a lookout.
> Rummage through her stuff.
> Sleep as well.
> (another option)

>>3387352
>> Continue to keep a lookout.
Maybe we should consider calling out the window asking the girl to show herself or something. Risky though.

>>3387352
> Continue to keep a lookout.
Nope, not falling for it.

>>3387352
>Continue to keep a lookout.

>>3387352
> Continue to keep a lookout.
plus, we cant exactly sleep til after we talk to the cops, and we dont want to be...distracted, looking at our sisters stuff when they arrive.

>>3387360
>>3387362
>>3387364
>>3387365

Moving Hanami's chair to the glass's edge, I pin the blinds apart to resume the lookout. Again, she isn't seen.

Later on in the day, where school rings its final bell for dismission, the police car that I called for arrived at the house. They told me of their findings, stating that there weren't any peculiarities in the neighborhood. What they did find out there are witnesses that first saw me bumping into her, proving the fact that I wasn't joking. Worse, that I was crazy. "Thanks," I said roughly, seeing the officers off as they remove themselves from the driveway. The neat surface is exclusive to my Mom and Dad.

> Hang out in the house. Maybe accompany Hanami.
> Venture back to school with your camera. The girl's locker room should still be full.
> Your suspicion hasn't been put to rest. Use yourself as bait and go somewhere remote.
> (another option)

>>3387398
> Hang out in the house. Maybe accompany Hanami.
best not risk going out, or at least let your nerves calm down more. cant sneak around aswell when distracted anyways.

>>3387403
+1 I feel like our character would still be spooked and seek out some company.

>>3387398
> Hang out in the house. Maybe accompany Hanami.

>>3387403
>>3387408
>>3387416

The thought of going off out there, with that girl who's still on the prowl, is unsettling. I might as well hunker down in the house and let the day go by. I needed to take care of some chores anyway; Hanami isn't going to stretch a bone any sooner. It makes me wonder: what'll make her move around? Though, I guess it's fine to leave her be.

Hanging around with my sister is a unique experience, depending on her mood. If she's playing something, I'd humor her and join. Although, those moments are fewer in proportion to the amount of time that she sleeps. The only fun out of watching her is to observe the magnificence of her breasts and ass; I don't get my rocks off of her. Because that'd be plain weird. It's more or less the appreciation of such a bountiful model.

My parents coming back home, Father confronts the news that I supplied him on the spot. Mom began dinner. "Your teacher called, she said that you didn't come to class. What's all that about and the call with the cops?" asked Dad, an eyebrow raised by curiosity rather than anger. He has his episodes where he tells me off, or my sister, but apparently not this time. Dad almost seems to be intrigued.

"A weird girl kept trailing me. Going to school wasn't the best decision, at that moment," I replied. It could've been done without the fluff. It's something of a habit, making mountains out of molehills. Plus, it makes my story more believable.

"You? Scared of a girl? C'mon, Tairou, gotta be joking." I give him the exact fortune that I told Hanami about, elaborating on the bad vibrations that the red-hooded ghost gave out. Dad mused for a minute; "That's pretty understandable. I wouldn't want a creepy woman following me around either. Anyways, just don't skip out on school anymore. Right, bud? Or I'll suspend your allowance," ignorant of my lucrative business.

"I get it," mumbling.

Into the night, I stare into my room's ceiling, absentminded. There was no use for a blanket, as it was warm enough as it is. I just wanted that sense of freedom, the sheet feeling too stuffy for it.

Focusing on the imaginary holes in the ceiling's paint, I hear the creaking of wood and the pounding of shingles. It wasn't the wind, and instantly, the wave of uncertainty returned to me.

> Stay in place.
> Explore the house.
> (another option)

>>3387513
> Explore the house.
Grab the bat if we still have it or failing that something we can hit stuff with, let's not be quick on the draw for swinging though with the family in the house not impossible they're walkin about this late. We aren't gonna be scared of this girl forever, we're a man dammit!

>>3387513
> Explore the house.

>>3387517
Seconding

>>3387517
>>3387531
>>3387792
>Writing... ... ...

File: 1b4393e6840fe0f044bfaf3dd(...).jpg (909 KB, 1848x2048)

909 KB JPG

>>3387819

Dad's words come back like a curse. I'm a man, dammit! Like some dainty, red-hooded, supernatural, ghost-like girl of a stalker will entrap me in her web of fear any longer! I am Morioka Tairou, the man who has tread through hell and back to provide my fellow males the appreciation of fine women! At a price, obviously, as nothing in this world is free.

Hanami's baseball bat stuck with me. Picking it up, I get in position to swing, traversing the halls of my family's house one measly step at a time. Light switches are flicked on, marking where I have already searched.

For a while, not a mouse stirred. And if it was a mouse, I would've kept the little guy; something cute is a fresh change from my sister's constant tease of a body. I'd name him Philip, and we would be the best of friends!

Jests aside, my pursuit of the unknown isn't fruitful. I took a deep breath, relieved that it was nothing, turning around to hit the sack again.

At this point, I'm in the living room. Half of the lights in the house is on, except for those near my parent's room. The kitchen watches the backyard and some of the neighbor's next door, it's orange fluorescence a lantern in the night.

In front of me is the hooded girl, vanishing in and out from pure air. I didn't see her walk near me, and I want to know how?! My expression hasn't morphed into horror yet, slowly devolving from the tranquil disposition that I just had. Steeling myself, I swing at her, but I miss; she ducked out of the way, tripping me by the ankles.

Recovering from the fall, I come face to face with a gun. Finally, I see what's under the cloak: futuristic armor. It seems to be light-weight from how easily she moves in it, in spite of its modern complexity. Though, the surprising part is the amount of ammunition that hangs within the interior of her crimson cloth. Coupled with twirling golden hair and eyes that are... pure white? No, grey. The scene is right out of a TV program. "Put the stick down if you don't want our talk to turn messy, wolf." Her words were calm, but underneath the beautiful voice is a threat that pierced my very soul.

> Abide by her command.
> Try to strike again.
> Run into your room.
> Run outside.
> (another option)

>>3387885
> (another option)
Wait--wolf? what the hell is she even talking about?

>>3387891
This but lower the bat to our side, keeping a grip on it but we don't want to be shot.

>>3387891
>>3387901
These. I feel the shock and oddity of it all would make us more curious than outright fearful. At least in these first moments.

>>3387891
>>3387901
>>3387936
>Writing... ... ...

>>3387945

Adhering to the girl, I lower the bat. Although, my grip on its handle remained tight. Even if I'm kissing danger, centimeters from the nose of her gun, my apprehensive worries melt and transform into interest. It's... The closest that I can describe it as is the allure of a cosplayer.

"Wait-- wolf? What the hell is she even talking about?" I said under my breath.

"Got something to say? I don't mind if you spit it out. It'll give me more of a reason to kill you, disgusting mutt." The red-hooded girl pushed the muzzle of her firearm into my forehead. "Your choice to follow my word. Don't make yourself any stupider."

> Be silent and abide by her commands.
> "Pushy, aren't you? Must I remind that you trespassed into somebody's house?"
> "I'd be more compliant if an explanation is given. I'll consider your orders after."
> (another option)

>>3387963
>"I'd be more compliant if some sort of fucking explanation is given. I'll consider your orders after."

Damn psycho chick

>>3387963
Dammit, QM, that wasn't in quotations.
> (another option)
Yes, actually. What the hell do you mean "wolf"?

>>3387963
> "I'd be more compliant if an explanation is given. I'll consider your orders after."
> (another option)
>>"And wait, im a mutt now? And why canine based insults? Both dogs and wolves are wonderful animals who work well in packs. Which if anything, makes me not either of them."

>>3387977
Quote, unquote.

>>3387963
>"I'd be more compliant if an explanation is given. I'll consider your orders after."

>>3387975
>>3387979
>>3388015

"I'd be more compliant if an explanation is given. I'll consider your orders after." The red-hooded girl slugs a fist at the side of my head. For a fragile beauty, she hits like a truck. "Oi! What the fuck is your problem you pyscho chic--" she then grabs my mouth, trapping my utterances from invading the reaches of the house.

"Who's in charge here? The last time I checked, I'm the one with the gun."

I pull myself away, gasping. I dared not to speak until her fierce scowl lightens to a strict furrow. Prettiness deceives like the devil. "Why the canine based insults?" I quietly cracked. "Dogs and wolves work wonderfully in packs. Which, if anything, makes me not either of them."

"Not packs per se, but your tongue can work you money between person to person. If you had your camera right now, I would've crushed it. But I'll do you mercy, you sick wolf." With a swift swing, she bangs the butt of her pistol into the exact spot where she previously hit me. I saw sparks, then darkness, and finally, consciousness slowly being regained.

Aware of my surroundings again, I take a look of the where I'm at. I'm being dragged by my assaulter, her pull on my T-shirt's collar almost choking me. With the best of my immediate knowledge, I think we're closing near downtown. The roads are scary during the night. The lampposts that spotlight our travel doesn't fix the creeping ambiance.

> Try to break her grip on your shirt and run away.
> Let yourself be dragged by her.
> "Could've solved this peacefully, you know?"
> (another option)

>>3388081
> (another option)
>>Try and slip out of your T-shirt, might be easier than getting her to let go, and the sudden weight change might throw her off balance.
>>Run the fuck away, but be quick to get out of sight, and avoid straight lines. Guns work best with clear line of sight and a path one can track and predict.

>>3388081
I’m assuming this is based off of shonen ecchi manga, so...
> Let yourself be dragged by her.
> Look up at her at a particularly low angle.
> “...They’re white...”

>>3388081
> Let yourself be dragged by her.
> "Could've solved this peacefully, you know?"

>>3388086
I'm with this anon, get the fuuuuck out of there.

>>3388090
> Let yourself be dragged by her.
> Look up at her at a particularly low angle.
Forget the third part.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>3388086
>>3388095
>Slip through T-shirt and run away

>>3388090
>>3388107
> Let yourself be dragged + panty peek

>Writing... ... ...

>>3388090
Yup. That's the idea. It's your choice to be lewd, anons.

File: c24d33ab258747b01ccba26b0(...).png (1.56 MB, 1200x1600)

1.56 MB PNG

>>3388125

Biding my abuse from little red riding hood over here, I slowly slip through my T-shirt to escape her bind. Being naked on the upper half doesn't mean a damn when I might be killed tonight, and so, I take off like a newborn butterfly. The girl almost trips over herself, investing too much trust in her hold.

Aiming her gun at me, she wastes no time to speak. I know this area at the back of my hand, and with working muscle memory, I follow the map in my head. The zipping of bullets fly past me, tinking off of metal bars and iron plates. Weaving in and out of chainlink fences, old brick cavities, and apartment stairs, I run to the moon with a demon on my tail.

Ultimately, the sound of gunfire ceases, but my feet do not. I thought of going back to the house, though, with my blood inducing a runner's high, I just go on until the adrenaline stops pumping.

Collapsing by a trashcan, I wipe the sweat off my nose and ears. My fingers sweep the bangs of my hair backward so the cold breeze can cool my worked-up complexion. I haven't sprinted like this before, nor do I want it to continue. For the life of me, I'll die of exhaustion!

"Mister? Are you okay?" Whipping my neck to the voice of an angel, my eyes connect with another girl who's standing in the middle of the road. I knew what was going to happen, but a tired mind is an incapable mind. Approaching ever closer to me, I shuffle one or two feet away. I happen to stop when she's looming over my exposed torso, fingers locked and tuck behind herself.

She's a blonde too; this girl's on the other side of the coin in comparison to hoodie girl whom I've lost. Her skirt is a tad puffy at the end, the dress' cloth fabricated by a blue plaid. Over the whole attire is a decorative apron, its ends tied ribbon-like above her buttocks. The tightness of the kitchen wear outlines her bust, showing a considerable size.

In the shadows, I catch three shapes that were indistinguishable. My attention is wholly on the person in front of me.

> "Is there something back there?... Friends?"
> "Are you a friend of that red-cloaked girl?
> "You're staring awfully close. Are you alright?"
> (another option)

>>3388171
>"You're staring awfully close. Are you alright?"

>>3388171
"You see something you like? Listen, please don't take my kidneys, I'm actually quite attached to them."

>>3388171
> "Is there something back there?... Friends?"

>>3388171
> "Is there something back there?... Friends?"

>>3388179
>>3388186

"Is there something back there?... Friends?" I mentioned, hinting at the formless deprivation of light that expands around us both.

"Oh. Them?" The girl giggles, calling to those who are in the shadows with a sweet smile. "Mama! Papa! And Baby!" At her beckon, two enormous stuffed bears that tower us lumber out into the lampposts' stage. An exponentially smaller one marches its way to the apron girl, holding its arms up so it can be carried. She picks the teddy up, cuddling its felt; for the father and mother, she pets their sewn fabric too. "My, my. What's that?" she said, replying to the three bears that never uttered speech. "He's a wolf? Goodness! I should've been more careful! What's that? He smells of lustful vice? What's that? What's that? What's that?" The way she upheld her innocent grin repainted my impression of her as another psycho. "What's that? He can be tamed?"

The repetitive conversation ends at that line. The apron girl redirects herself to me, her smile somehow becoming evil, rubbing my instincts the wrong way at numerous angles. I swallow the saliva in my throat, legs ready to run for the second succession. The two giant bears slouch their stance, bearing real rows of ursine teeth.

> Back up slowly.
> Stand your ground.
> Persuade the apron girl. Or at least, distract her. "(input)"
> (another option)

>>3388233
> (another option)
>Run up to a house, bang on a door yelling bloody murder.

>>3388233
> (another option)
>>let something click, or maybe snap, within you. This is just about enough of this for one night." Look girl, ive had a long night. Wolf? Tame me? Im not liking the sound of that. See, but maybe we can come to some understanding? Cant tame a wolf why its scared, and frankly, another girl talking nonsense like you just tried to shoot me after breaking into my home. Hed hooded gal, maybe you know her?" Smile, and be prepared to run, but hold firm and bring yourself as tall as you can. "You seem alot more sensible than her, maybe you could prove it by taking care of her for me? Ah, good way to earn trust, ya know? Always works better when getting a 'dog' to listen to you."

>>3388345
>snapping at someone who has giant, toothy teddy bears and a psychotic smile
Why?

>>3388233
>Persuade the apron girl. Or at least, distract her. "(input)"
Let's calm down, then do >>3388345's suggestion, we don't want to come off as an active hostile.

>>3388360
Hardly snapping at her id argue. The point of it is that the character probably is trying to keep his cool for his own sake, and just got shot at before meeting giant bears. So instead he simply isnt having it, and decides to try and twist the situation to his advantage, considering this girl at least sounds more willing to not kill him if nothing else. Best case, if the other girls still after him, they keep each other busy, worse case, he isnt outright running and making himself a target, nor outright turning down what she sounds like she wants, so she might at least be inclined to let him live til he can think of a way out of this thats better than hoping his tired body can outpace giant bears.

>>3388345
>>3388381
>Writing... ... ...

>>3389625

* Click *

Unwanting and apathy replace the hot blood that rushes to every corner of my body. I can feel my heart slow down, humbling itself to a rate that rebels against the homeostatic program, beating its cardiac drum in a tranquil rhythm. Everything doesn't seem as bad as it was just a second ago. It's a discharge from the electrifying disquiet that confines my human. All I see is a hot girl and three dolls.

"Look, I've had a long night. Wolf? Taming me? The sound of that doesn't do it for yours truly, nor anyone else." Standing up tall, I shuffled closer to the apron girl. She's the one looking up now while I hover over her; the two masses of stitched fabric retain their characters in juxtaposition to us.

"A tall one, you are," apron girl remarked.

Ignoring further statements, I go on. "I think we can come to an understanding. Can't tame a wolf when it's mighty scared, and frankly, another girl echoed your nonsensical talk. She just tried to shoot me after breaking into my home. Red-hooded gal, maybe you know her?" Straightening my spine from its usual slacked angle makes the environment smaller. Especially the girl whose height is limited to the level below my chest. Dad said that I'm pretty tall for a guy; should've believed him.

"Red-hooded girl?"

"Yes. Do you know her?" I repeated. "You seem a lot more sensible. Maybe you could prove it by taking care of her for me? It's a good way to earn trust, ya know? Always works better when getting a 'dog' to listen to you."

"I do, mister wolf! She's a tricky soldier. Her great deal of problems for us will be even greater if she nabs you!" she exclaimed.

"And that'll be a plus for me."

There, on an adjacent roof to where we place ourselves, is the hooded girl. The petite lady that's just by me is absorbed by her presence, so is the bears.

> Sneak away.
> Keep still.
> (another option)

>>3389769
> (another option)
>>Wait and even goad the two into fighting, then simply scadoodle away while they are busy.

>>3389769
> Sneak away.
Nope.

>>3389769
>>Sneak away.

Time to get sneaky beaky out of this nightmare.

>>3389769
> (another option)
>Step back so that one of the bears is in between you and the hooded girl for cover. Don't want to get shot. Once the fighting starts, bail out.

>>3389878
Supporting.

>>3389790
>>3389816
>>3389852
>>3389878
>>3389907
>Writing... ... ...

File: 0ebd0394bbafd34d47bc24ebc(...).jpg (673 KB, 1200x2152)

673 KB JPG

>>3389927

Quickly, I take cover behind one of apron girl's bears. Their attention is wholly focused on the agitated red-hood, snarling at her instead of me. I, for one, am thankful that their animosity has been steered away.

"Tch. And I thought that this night wouldn't get any worse. You're here, fucking pyscho," spewed my abductor.

"That isn't very nice. People need to be good to each other so the world can be good. That attitude of yours doesn't help you at all, too," replied the reality-detached commander of these monstrous teddy bears. The animated doll in her arms, of the same design as its parents, nodded its head to agree with its owner.

"That's laughable. Goody-two-shoes like you just don't show their bad side. Hand me my wolf, you blonde bitch!"

"That's an insult to the both of us! We're both blondes!" Pouting, apron girl gives the order: "Mama, Papa, attack!"

The spark that lit the match has announced a deadly confrontation. My cover, along with its partner, lunges into the air to swipe at little red. Her leg power is just as strong, going up into the sky to dodge the bears' mauling force. From under her cloak, she takes out a pistol, then two, and then a shotgun; once her firearms run out of ammo, she doesn't bother reloading. She simply discards the current armament for another. Her target is apron girl, who has been scrambling for shelter as little red makes her dance by the bullet.

"What am I doing here," I said to myself. Sneaking away, I remove myself from their playground fight. Gradually, the tantrum of gunfire and ursine roars fade in the distance, singing no more the moment I arrive at my house.

>>>

I had a lousy night's rest. I can still hear the battle inside my ears, reverberating within the space of my skull. My mind must've dreamt about it with how vivid the memory is, fantasy or not.

"Rou? Are you fine?" Hanami questioned as I pass by her in the hallway. "Have you not got enough sleep? You have bags under your eyes."

> "Well, you do too. In all seriousness, I'm... good."
> "Weird stuff happened last night. Hard to explain."
> "Just a bad dream, sis."
> (another option)

>>3390025
> "Just a bad dream, sis."

>>3390025
> "Just a bad dream, sis."
Yeah, right.

>>3390025
> "Just a bad dream, sis."

>>3390025
>> "Well, you do too. In all seriousness, I'm... good."
i mean to be fair, we didn't even get injured, so it could've been alot worse.

>>3390044
>>3390045
>>3390056
>Writing... ... ...

File: 2ae6b1ba030caa5f12fd4d150(...).jpg (609 KB, 717x1012)

609 KB JPG

>>3390164

"Just a bad dream, sis," I answered. "Did you already eat breakfast?"

"Mhmm. Mom and I made it, and it should still be hot on the stove. Have a good day, Rou," Hanami said gently. It doesn't mix well when she's receding into her darkened room, but I appreciate it.

Traversing my way to school listlessly, my peripherals catch the site of my abductor's battle. A number of people are gathered around the general area, poking around at the large scratch marks in the asphalt and cement. A few students from where I go to is there as well, taking pictures of the "mysteriously-caused damage." Grandmas tell their grandchildren stories while teenagers gossip. The common working man just strolls by to work.

If I look at the claw marks for too long, how it's deep and broad from the paw's size, it casts an uncomfortable mood. Don't know what it's supposed to be, just a weird change of mood.


"Well, well, well," said my homeroom teacher. Miss Akimura has been thoroughly acquainted with me, even if it has been so little time, as I'm a first-year. She's a tall woman, dressed in a tracksuit and with her hair tied up in a singular tail; her profession as a P.E. teacher has gifted her a strict glare, particularly to boys like me. It's not ill of her, I'd be like that if I had a student like myself. "Not skipping out today, are you?"

"No. At least, I don't think so." Those present in the class start to murmur.

"I hope that you're staying. Better, if I glue you to that seat for assurance. You can't keep avoiding classes, you hear me? Whims like yours would put you in a situation that you may not be able to escape from... Did you get taller?" breaking the just-passionate lecture.

Turning to a window's reflection, I, too, notice my elongation. Not even keeping myself straight.

> "The young do grow fast, huh? It's nothing, Miss Akimura."
> "I'll be in the infirmary. Come by if you're too worried."
> "Don't mind it. You must be too heated."
> (another option)

>>3390257
> "The young do grow fast, huh? It's nothing, Miss Akimura."
What the fuck is happening?

>>3390257
> "The young do grow fast, huh? It's nothing, Miss Akimura."

>>3390257
>> (another option)
>>Blink. "uh, its nothing. kids my age grow fast, you probably just didn't notice cause i skip class so often." quickly take a seat and scrunch down, try not to freak out.

>>3390268
ever see the good old fashion werewolf transformations? im thinking that, but super slowly. might not be entirely permanent either, ive seen some myths where the first transformation is slow then afterwards its the more on/off light switch type.

>>3390257
> "The young do grow fast, huh? It's nothing, Miss Akimura."
Are we turning into a wolf already?
Oh no.

>>3390268
>>3390278
>>3390288
>Writing... ... ...

>>3390268
>>3390288
Lustful Werewolf is a go!

>>3390406
i think were more like annoyed and mildly fearful werewolf right now. dont stick the knot in crazy, as they say.

>>3390370

"The young do grow fast, huh? It's nothing, Miss Akimura."

Sensing that there's something wrong, but not able to put a finger on it, she allows me to go ahead. She sighs, not knowing whether to let my case go or continue to be exasperated.

The first half of school was as normal as any other session. I don't sit by the windows like how the cool guys do it; I'm appointed by the classroom's door. Within sight of each period's teacher, no less. Science and a few handfuls of classes that use their own labs are a saving grace since they're often wide and spacious.

Really touches on how academically plain I am. What you'd call average. Well, at a glance, and in terms of grades. My photography kick is the only thing that can set me apart from the everyday joe, a total outlier in the spectrum of scum and heroes. However, I keep that in wraps too, appearing as normal. It's unfathomable how I could support the secret. Would've thought that a teacher or a disciplinary committee member should've caught me by now. But no, going strong for three years, intermediate education to here.

"Morioka." In the hall, when the lunch bell had just rung, Miss Akimura called for me. "You know I care for my kids," she said upon being at a sufficient distance, and proceeding to close our physical gap. Luckily, the corridor's bare with us left in it. Can't mistake a teacher-student relationship, right? Kidding. But a man can fantasize.

"That's an idea that every teacher should have, miss," I responded, dipping my toe into philosophical waters.

"Then I trust that you know where I'm coming from. Your behavior has become quite reputable in the lounge, so I'm trying to help ya. Or can you let me?"

> "Eh. Maybe some other time."
> "Eh. Sure, why not."
> (another option)

>>3390450
> "Eh. Sure, why not."
Let's not make her call or parents by working her too much.

>>3390450
> (another option)
>"Sorry, but im no mood for anymore meddling in my affairs. im a smart enough cookie Miss Akimura, trust that at least."

>>3390450
> "Eh. Sure, why not. What exactly did you have in mind though? It doesn't involve bears... right?"

>>3390450
>> "Eh. Sure, why not."
You may be safer with an adult and a witness anyways

>>3390450
> "Eh. Sure, why not. What kind of help are you offering?"

>>3390470
>>3390475
>>3390485
>>3390498
>Writing... ... ...

File: 3ef94bca0b0f962e68df70a5a(...).jpg (293 KB, 687x900)

293 KB JPG

>>3390533

"Eh. Sure, why not," I said, shrugging. "What kind of help are you offering? It doesn't involve bears... right?"

"Bears? Why would you think that? This city's far from any forest." Getting back on track, Miss Akimura supplies an elucidation. "There's a club that barely has any members. It's not threatened by termination, but I thought they'd appreciate the help from a teacher. From how I see it, you need to interact with others. Makes friends and whatnot. Way too many people who shun society don't get any better; only worse."

"Yeah, yeah. What do they do?"

"I'm not so sure, now that you mention it. Asked the principle about it and he said that it's a private matter. We're off from the main point, though. Come," Akimura told, taking the lead.

Where she took me was far off from the main campus building: a house that sits in a remote corner, even farther away from the school's athletic track where the runners spend their time in circles. Never understood the sport.

I've seen the house itself. Everyone has. However, it's a strange place in that not many people approach it, say for a "reported few." I'd chalk it up to rumors making fun of whoever goes there. Although, my critique seems to fail me when I'm the one nearing its doors. Three groups have already saw me and Miss Akimura during our way. They could've done me a favor and kept their mouths shut.

I'll definitely raise my price if they ever come for me!

The building's contents were surprisingly accommodated. Rooms of mock classrooms and storages took place, pretending to be part of the world. The real deal is on its second floor; there are only two doors that seemed to connect to the same room. And presumably, the room spans across the whole flat. The theory is proven when my homeroom teacher knocked on the door and entered with me in tow, witnessing a huge facility that maintains the high school motif.

There was only one member to welcome us. And it was...

"A-Apron girl?"

"Ah! It's you, mister wolf!" she said, sharing my astonishment.

The remnant of last night's chaotic opposition has returned in my high school's uniform. In spite of that, her golden hair and verdant eyes are there to curse me again.

"You know each other already?" Miss Akimura finally queried, dispelling the silencing atmosphere.

> Start leaving the building.
> "Uh. W-We do. Kinda."
> Push Miss Akimura out of the door.
> (another option)

>>3390632
> Start leaving the building.
> "I KNEW IT INVOLVED BEARS"

>>3390632
>> "Uh. W-We do. Kinda."
Try to crane over her and look into the room for ursine shaped shadows. I'd wager she won't try anything in this environment but god only knows.

>>3390632
> Start leaving the building.
>"Nope. NOOOOPE. this is divine proof i was not meant to meet new people. im out of here."

>>3390653
Actually, >>3390651.

>>3390632
> Start leaving the building.

>>3390640
>>3390651
Perfect stuff for us to yell as we’re chased out of the building.

>>3390632
> Start leaving the building.
The op is compromised. Abort mission.

>>3390640
>>3390651
>>3390670
>>3390683
>>3390699
>Writing... ... ...

>>3390720

I can't deal with this. Whatever happens at night, stays at night: that is one of the many global rules around the world that apply to each human being. And it has been broken by fate's idiotic, guiding hand. Is it even guiding me anymore?!

"No. Nope! This is divine proof that I was not meant to meet new people! I'm out of here!" I announced.

"Mister wolf! Don't go!" cried apron girl.

Miss Akimura would've reeled me back on the spot, but the drastic change in my compliance has rendered her confused. "H-Hey! Morioka, come back!" she said upon regaining sensibility. It was unable to sway my intent on leaving, sadly for her. However, someone, or something, else could...

Going down and through the first floor, I hear grumbling in one of the rooms. Freezing up, I peer into a slightly cracked door, spotting two massive figures behind it. A moment later, a bear's growl, as if telling me to go back and reconcile my act.

"Mister wolf! I didn't know you came here!" stated goldilocks at the staircase's midway junction. Miss Akimura followed.

> Reverse and yield to the overwhelming authority of the bear.
> Continue walking.
> (another option)

>>3390743
>> Reverse and yield to the overwhelming authority of the bear.
"Easy bear, nice bear, nice no mauling people bear..."

>>3390743
> Reverse and yield to the overwhelming authority of the bear.
FUUUUUUUUUUUCK

>>3390743
> Slow pace, but not fully.
>yell back over your shoulder as you throw up your arms. "Give me one good reason why i should stay here and listen to what you have to say after last night!?"
>Mentally note that if you skip out on this Miss Akimura will never let it go, but on the other hand, BEARS.

>>3390743
> Reverse and yield to the overwhelming authority of the bear.
Despite our profession, we'd be a failure as a man if we let Miss Akimura get caught up in this mess.

>>3390743
>> Continue walking.
Plus this too >>3390757

>>3390743
>>3390753
You know what, just going to switch to
> Continue walking.

>>3390743
>>3390757
Support

File: 1510169954519.png (265 KB, 385x663)

265 KB PNG

>>3390743
>>> Reverse and yield to the overwhelming authority of the bear.

>>3390743
> Continue walking.
Unless the bears want to give away the game to Akimura, they ain’t going to attack us.

...here.

>>3390743
>Continue walking.
"Nope nope nope nope nope, fuck that fucking shit, I want no part in whatever is going on!"

>>3390743
>Reverse and yield to the overwhelming authority of the bear.
>Maximum Grumbling.

>>3390743
>Continue walking.

>>3390743
>> Continue walking.

>>3390757
>>3390769
>>3390790
>>3390852
>>3390954
>>3391365
>>3391438
>>3391628
>Writing... ... ...

>>3391925

I slow down my pace, keeping true to my leave. "Give me one good reason why I should stay here and listen to what you have to say!"

I acknowledge the fact that Miss Akimura's patience will dwindle, if not completely exhausted by my shift in attitude. But this girl and her fucking teddy bears that are hiding in these halls aren't worth a gamble; little red might be attracted if I commute with this deceit. One run-in with that outlandish hoodie-wearer is just enough.
A chair squeaks in the room that holds apron girl's companions. I can see their buttoned eyes peering through their cover, grumbling at a higher frequency. Granted, since I'm so close to the source, I'm the only one who can say its actuality. The threat, however, makes me hesitate to move further. Powering through the predatory pressure, I force my foot on the next tile, moving even more sluggishly.

"But mister wolf," whined apron girl, "you want to be safe, right? We can! We can play too! It's boring with just me and Mary!"

Akimura hushes the female student. "Makita, it isn't good to shout."

Something clings to my ankle. Looking down, it's the third, small teddy bear. My homeroom teacher hasn't noticed its animation, concentration pointed at the blonde.

Me and this anomaly stare at each other. Pointing its simplistic forelimb at the center of my person, I can imagine it saying: "Don't go any further, evil-doer!"

> Surrender yourself and remeet apron girl.
> Thrice, walk along. If it wants to tag along, then fine by you.
> (another option)

>>3392125
>> Surrender yourself and remeet apron girl.
>>set ground rules. the BEARS stay in the corner. she answers your questions, and she doesnt make any moves you dont like.

>>3392125
> “NOPE”
> Step over the bear.
> Thrice, walk along. If it wants to tag along, then fine by you.

>>3392125
> Surrender yourself and remeet apron girl.
>pat him on the head
>"Your parents should take a page from your book."

>>3392125
>Cry like a little girl.
We just want normal safe live
To not be threatened with guns
No stalking crazy red hooded girls
No animated bears
We just wanted some fucking mint icecream with chocolate chips
Why did it hapend to us. Why?!

>>3392204
according to red headed girl it had to do with our business practices at least a little bit,

>>3392197
Forget the headpatting.

>>3392125
> “You guys play way too rough for me, thank you!”
> Thrice, walk along. If it wants to tag along, then fine by you.

>>3392150
>>3392197
Supporting surrendering ourselves. I say we lean in and whisper in her ear though about the ground rules, we don't want to escalate this by getting the teacher more involved than she is from our (to her) weird behavior.

>>3392150
>>3392197
>>3392392
>Writing... ... ...

>>3392434

Do dolls procreate? Though, that question doesn't matter. I'm just thinking about the difference between this little guy's "parents" and him. He isn't terrifying at all. Just... normal, and sort of inviting.

I groan, irritated by myself and the development. "Your parents should take a page from your book," I quietly commented, turning around with no change of speed. The dreadful grumbling stops, but only after a growl that carried a huff. Seems that they didn't like my remark much, which puts a funny veil over the predicament.

"Geez, Morioka," Miss Akimura said, scratching her head. "One moment, you're alright with this, and then the next, you're all, er, whatever just happened." Her comprehension of boys my age isn't as experienced as I thought to be. "Cooled down, yet?"

"A bit." Leaning by the apron girl's ears, to which I heard that her family name is Makita, I whisper my conditions. "The bears stay inside that storage room, okay? And after we settle down, you're going to answer my questions. Is that a yes, or no?"

"Oh. Uh, aye!" apron girl issued, saluting.

All three of us pour into the second floor's expanse of a room. Miss Akimura leaves us be when I, or should I mention, Makita, convinced her that we'll be fine alone. The P.E. teacher expressed her worries of two students of the opposite sex being left on their lonesome but lets us off in the end when reminded that other clubs aren't as supervised.

The giant classroom's door closes, the footsteps of Akimura fading away. Sure that she has exited the building, I make eye contact with Makita. "Baby Bear" is in her arms, held in a way that mirrored last night's fashion.

> "What is happening to me."
> "Who is that girl who tried to abduct me?"
> "Who are you, let alone your companions?
> (another option)

>>3392533
>"why do you and Redhood keep calling me a wolf? does being a 'wolf' have to do with my growth spurt?"
>"who ARE you and her? clearly, neither of you are exactly normal teenage girls. the fucking BEARs and futuristic armor gives that away."
>"does this club have a refrigerator? anything will do, so long as its cold."

>>3392578
+1

Important question: are any of her bears named Tibbers?

File: rly.jpg (247 KB, 1224x1445)

247 KB JPG

>>3392628
>hurr, LoL?

>>3392628
they are mama, papa, and baby

>>3392578
Supporting all those

>>3392578
>>3392601
>>3393081
>Writing... ... ...

File: f778c503484c9d2e494010125(...).png (271 KB, 700x798)

271 KB PNG

>>3393110

"Why do you and Red Hood keep calling me a wolf? Does being so have to do with my growth spurt?"

"Growth spurt?" Makita realizes my increase in stature just then. Her eyes widen. "I know! I know! Mary told me about this! Your Grimm must be... What do you say?... Yeah! Activated! I was like that too a long time ago. Papa and Mama Bear weren't as gentle as they used to be until I learned to control it. Isn't that right, Baby?" she inquired, whom she has addressed wobbling its head in the affirmative. "That just leaves the question, mister wolf. What'll happen? Sooner? Or Later? The reason I know about you is from Mary. She told me."

"I'm the one asking questions here, Makita! Adding more into the mix will get things all confusing. I'll reserve this "Grimm" topic for later on. Right now, I have immediate attention to what I seek. Who ARE you? Who IS she? The girl in the hood, I mean. Clearly, neither of you are normal teenage girls, as the fucking bears and futuristic armor gives that away all too easily."

"I've encountered her before. We've encountered her," she said, sounding as if she's correcting herself. "She's Kitasawa Beniko, an assassin. Oh yeah! I haven't properly introduced myself too! I'm Makita Kanamou! Yours truly: 'Goldilocks!' "

Apron girl and Baby Bear pose, copying a myriad of television shows that are too many to list. Pulling myself away from the spectacle, as well as stringing together my mind that's fragmented the longer new information is given, I go on. "Oookay... Does this club have a refrigerator? Anything will do, as long as it's cold."

"Hm? Over there," Makita answered, pointing to the far corner of the classroom. I make my way to a mini fridge. Inside, nothing but beer. "They're Mary's."

> "You keep mentioning this 'Mary.' Who's she?"
> " 'Mary' seems like a hard drinker."
> Just take one.
> (another option)

>>3393251
> "You keep mentioning this 'Mary.' Who's she?"
I don’t want to steal the lady’s beer

>>3393251
> Just take one.
Maybe if we imbibe, this'll start making sense. Failing that, it'll numb the pain when we inevitably get mauled by bears.

>>3393251
>Take one, maybe too. you need the edge taken off you.
>> "You keep mentioning this 'Mary.' Who's she, Another of these...whatever all us are or whatever?"

>>3393286
Supporting this.

Also listen for lambs...

>>3393286
Dis one.

>>3393251
> "You keep mentioning this 'Mary.' Who's she?"

Oi, we're still at school and this shit'll stink

>>3393251
> "You keep mentioning this 'Mary.' Who's she?"
Not only will someone possibly smell the alcohol on our breath, it's probably a bad idea to risk getting on the bad side of someone who actually knows what the fuck is going on.

>>3393337
>>3393419
You got a point. Changing.

>>3393337
>>3393419
>>3393426
i mean, just skip again. plus, isnt it near the end of the day anyways? what with showing us to a club and all.

>>3393273
>>3393337
>>3393419
>>3393426
>>3393286
>>3393300
>Writing... ... ...

>>3393514

Slamming the minifridge's door inwards, I retake my place near Makita. The chair that I'm sitting in feels small with how long my back is now; it doesn't do me right, the supporting board bending my bone.

"You keep mentioning this 'Mary.' Who's she? Another one of... whatever all of us are called?" I questioned next. "Dammit! Can't put up with this!" Gathering three more chairs, I lay at my side which relieved most of my stress.

"She's an agent of a private organization. I'm her partner, assisting in apprehending people with out of control or threatening Grimms. Occasionally, we'd recruit those with promising ones or targets that have been designated and labeled already. Mary and I use this classroom as our own place of operations. The club thing is just a cover-up, by which the school board cooperated on keeping it a secret. Hey, that reminds me. You know about the secret now!"

"Ya think, you dimwit? Slow on putting things together, are you?"

"C'mon, mister wolf. Don't be so mean!" Baby Bear mimicking Makita's emotion with body language.

"Just settled down. Tell me more about these Grimms. Sounds a lot like what my sis watches."

"You have a sister?" her visage contorted to fit surprise.

"Yeah, I do! Get back on track and answer, please!"

Recomposing herself, Makita falls back into her seat. "Grimms are, in the simplest of terms, superpowers. Unexplainable phenomena which are different according to its respective person. You already know my bears: that's mine, for example. However, they're rare. Even the organization that Mary works for has a severely limited list. Not to mention that other governments and private companies are competing."

> "What's Mary's?"
> "Can you find out what's mine? Or am I actually having a growth spurt?"
> (another option)

>>3393624
>"oh, well thats not worrying at all. no offense, but im not exactly 'in the mood' to play fiddle dee with ANY organization, though at least you and yours haven't yet tried to kidnap me, thanks for that."
>"so, earlier, you made it sound like i may not be the only 'wolf'? does that mean you know what my, uhh, 'Grimm' is? can you explain it to me maybe?"

>>3393624
>"So was your goal in pursuing me apprehension or recruitment?"
>"And what about the Red Hood? You said she's an assassin, but she didn't kill me on the spot. What does she want with me?"

>>3393649
>>3393707
I'd like to support both of these. We want answers dammit.

>>3393649
>>3393707
>>3393827
>Writing... ... ...

>>3393624
>"if you say a Grimm is a superpower how do I control mine? Also why
Mine changing my body when you get bears?

>>3393887

"Oh well. That's not worrying at all. No offense, but I'm not exactly 'in the mood' to play fiddle-dee with ANY organization. Though, at least yours haven't tried to kidnap me, thanks for that. You said that Red Hood, or Kita... Uuuh." Forgetting who was my first exposure to this part of the world, I gloss over her specifics, "... Anyways! You said that she's an assassin, but when I came in contact with her, I wasn't killed on the spot. What does she want with me?"

"Maybe your Grimm? Mary said that we don't have much information on Kitasawa herself; she's just a teenage girl who works for the aforementioned companies that compete for Grimm-users. And it just so happens that she's good at shooting people with cold-hearted determination. We can identify her abilities, however: nicknamed in both person and power, 'Red Riding Hood.' Sounds pretty cool, huh?"

"What can she do exactly?" not awfully interested in my assaulter's reputation.

"That battle armor of hers is an inexhaustible dispenser of weaponry, or what we assume to be. The bottom line is that she can pull out a myriad of tools at the drop of a hat, added with physical prowess."

"Ha... That's great..." lamenting all prior interaction with her. Sighing, I ask: "Do you, or this Mary, or the organization you assist, know about my 'Grimm?' You made it sound like I may not be the only 'wolf.' "

Makita laughs at me. It wasn't mocking, but it sure was from Baby Bear who can't even speak! "Mister wolf, you are 'the' wolf. That's what iMary's intel says, so don't hold me on that. But with your realization at hand, we'll both see why soon! Isn't that wonderful!"

> "You really are a psychotic bitch."
> "Like I said. I prefer, or rather, want to stay out of this. All of it."
> "Being a tertiary cog in what information you collect isn't trustworthy at all."
> (another option)

>>3393965
> (another option)
Loom over her a bit and remark she's awfully happy sounding that you are 'the' wolf, maybe you'll see about living up to this name if crazy bitches left and right want to force it on you. Wolves get hungry after all.

You're tired of being forced into this nonsense.

>>3393965
>"i think id prefer not to find out honestly."
> "Like I said. I prefer, or rather, want to stay out of this. All of it."

>>3393965
> “Minions should be seen, not heard.”
> "Like I said. I prefer, or rather, want to stay out of this. All of it."

>>3394007
btw, the minion line was to Baby Bear, not Makita.

>>3393965
>"the way your talking about it, it seems like there are different types of grimms."

>>3393965
> "Like I said. I prefer, or rather, want to stay out of this. All of it."
>"Do you have any idea what's going to happen to me, or are we just going to have to wait to find out?"

>>3394093
Supporting, it's not like we have a choice in the matter anymore.

>>3393985
>>3394007
>>3394093
>>3394137
>Writing... ... ...

>>3394142

"I would prefer not to find out honestly; as I said, I want to stay out of this. All of it. But if you have any ideas of what'll happen to me, it'd be duly appreciated. Unless we're just going to have to find out," I said, unenthusiastic of the prospect. "Also minions should be seen, not heard," I directed to Baby Bear. The teddy is motionless, refusing to respond to my chipped pride. Makita checks what's the matter, finding nothing wrong after the tension between me and the doll is quelled naturally.

"I have my theories. I really, really do. Some from the N.R. organization too!" Makita rhymed. "You might turn into a actual beast, or have some crazy weird ability like deceit. It isn't set in human stone though, so let's enjoy the long-anticipated road!"

"Stop that. It's creeping me out," I pleaded.

"Hahaha. Okay. But can we meet later today, just in case things go south, mister wolf?" Goldilocks pulls out a phone. What type of model that a phone has shouldn't make anyone laugh, but hers was outright pathetic; merely a flip phone that probably has that snake game on it. I suppose it compliments her adorable countenance.

> "Hahaha. No."
> "I'll give you my contacts, but only for safety."
> "I don't need to. You'll find me when I'm in trouble. Somehow."
> (another option)

>>3394195
> "I'll give you my contacts, but only for safety."
Don't want to get gibbed by Red Hood.

>>3394195
> "I'll give you my contacts, but only for safety."
Can't stress this enough.

>>3394195
> "I'll give you my contacts, but only for safety."
When Red eventually comes back around, we certainly won't be calling the Ghostbusters.

>>3394195
> "I'll give you my contacts, but only for safety."
but we dont have to be happy about it!

>>3394199
>>3394201
>>3394203
>>3394204
>Writing... ... ...

>>3394205

"I'll give you my contacts, but only for safety," presenting my own device. I'm a bit stuck in the past, as my smartphone is an earlier model. But sheesh. This girl needs a better cell. Doesn't have to be an advanced one, just something that doesn't make her look sad.

"Yes, yes! Here you go!" Makita gladly fared.

>>>

Miss Akimura was happy that I "got along so well" with the club that she introduced me to. Unbeknownst to her, she ushered me into a world that I have no business in.

Speaking of business, I ran out of stock. For a reason or another, this afternoon's a hot day for what I provided. Got myself loaded; can't be accused of prejudice when those who buy from me can't recognize it. That'll show those punk who to snicker at.

"Kuku. Mission completed," I joyfully muttered. The triumph is cut short however when I overheard a girl calling me "dangerous." Damn stupid smile, always gets me at the best of times...
"I'm back!" I said, relocking my house's front door once inside.

"Welcome!" my sister enunciated lazily from her room. As I went down the hall, her room opens. Unexplainably, she was on the ground, wrapped in a blanket and squirming like a worm. "Rou, could you go to the convenience store real quick?"

"... What do you want from there?"

"Drinks and snacks. Any kind! Secondly, how was your day, Rou?" Hanami added.

"It was certainly unique. Can't say that it's good or bad."

"Anything but bad is good. Happy to hear you are." Like a snake, Hanami slithers into her domain. For the longest time, other than play games, what does she do in there?

> Run to the store and back.
> Take your time to stroll around the neighborhood.
> (another option)

>>3394255
>> Run to the store and back.

>>3394255
> Run to the store and back.

>>3394255
> Run to the store and back.

>>3394255
>> Run to the store and back.
Need more sister bonding time.

>>3394255
> Run to the store and back.
Take no chances.

>>3394255
> Run to the store and back.
Bad shit is happening to our body and Red is still out to get us. We'll play it safe.

>>3394255
> Run to the store and back.
and get ourselves a 'this day could've gone alot worse' treat too.

>>3394263
>>3394266
>>3394267
>>3394268
>>3394269
>>3394270
>>3394274
>Writing... ... ...

>>3394276

I'll take no chances. Everything that I know about Little Red Stalking Hood expanded, my sense of preservation has altered my priorities. The exercise hurt like hell after P.E., but it can be toughed out.

"Sis, here!" I said, knocking on Hanami's door. A bag of treats hangs on one hand and "this-day-could've-gone-a-lot-worse" popsicle protrudes from my mouth: bubblegum flavored.

My sister lets her bedroom door agape. "Thank you, Rou!" digging into the plastic sack the moment she lays her eyes on it.

Pushing my way into Hanami's refuge, I take a seat on her bed again. A lamplight is on for once. The host of this room joins me at my side, a bag of chips unsealed masterfully after years of training. Despite her habits, Hanami's clean, and carries a fruity fragrance; she's a good NEET. A NEET that doesn't neglect basic human necessities.

Feeling something under my palm, I dig under my sister's mountain of blankets. The discovery is an... eroge. The cover doesn't entail concerning qualities or traits; just seems like vanilla.

> "Thought that your taste would be more profound, sis."
> "Where do you get the money to buy these?"
> Say nothing and rebury the eroge.
> (another option)

>>3394314
> "Thought that your taste would be more profound, sis."
Nothing to be embarrassed about(It's not like she's a brocon, right?).

>>3394314
>> "Where do you get the money to buy these?"
bet sis NEET steals from dads account, and we must learn her secrets of doing so.

>>3394314
Important question: Which sub-genre is it?

>>3394314
> Flip it over, read the description, and get a better idea of the content.
Considering our profession, we're in no place to judge, but I'm curious about her tastes.

>>3394325

>>3388090

>>3394334
i think he means the sisters books sub-genre.

>>3394331
Ooh, this is a better idea.

>>3394314
> "Where do you get the money to buy these?"

>>3394331
+1

>>3394344
Yeah, pretty much.

>>3394344
>>3394365
Oh. I see,

>>3394365
To extrapolate further, is it a wrote that would interest boys or girls, does it look like it’s something light and fluffy like Kanon and To Heart, or is it on the harder side of the spectrum, like Bible Black? Stuff like that.

>>3394325
>>3394331
>>3394348
>>3394354
>Writing... ... ...

File: 14fc9a9d91cc10538225752e4(...).jpg (88 KB, 636x900)

88 KB JPG

>>3395271

While Hanami's off in her own wonderland, I take it upon myself to inspect the modern artifact. I have no right to judge her tastes, as my profession isn't any better, if not bearing a worse degeneracy; but curiosity is just too strong when encountering these types of games.

Flipping the eroge over to read its description, I take a face-front examination into what transpires during my sister's privacy.

" 'Marigolds Alike,' " I began, " 'After many years of separation from your sister, you have finally been granted a chance to visit her at a special summer resort... Tempting friends... I-Incest... completedly voiced. Dialogue will enwrap the reader as you progress through each storyline -- the use of headphones advised for a better experience... Thousands of paths to choose from, ranging from comfy vanilla to the deviously hardcore with a wide array of heroines,' " Sample pictures are shown. It followed what its description had envisioned, but I was more bothered by the scenes of bondage and the faces of melting pleasure.

"Say, Rou. I've been thinking..." Hanami's voice delivers me from fantasy.

"H-Huh? Uh, yeah?"

She tilts her head, clueless of the origins of my nervosity. "Are you sick? You look flushed," paying no mind to her initial query.

> "It's the spring heat, sis. Haven't drunk much water after school."
> "I just need to rest. High school life has been working me hard." *Lay yourself down on Hanami's bed*
> "I just need to rest. High school life has been working me hard." *Go to your bedroom*
> "Not sick. A bit too absorbed in your game over here." *show Hanami her eroge*
> (another option)

File: 1368712238583.gif (309 KB, 460x351)

309 KB GIF

>>3395395
>Dat pic
Hot daaaaaaaaaaamn.

> "I just need to rest. High school life has been working me hard." *Lay yourself down on Hanami's bed*
Hide the blush, hide the eroge.

>>3395395
>> "I just need to rest. High school life has been working me hard." *Lay yourself down on Hanami's bed*

>>3395395
> "Not sick. A bit too absorbed in your game over here." *show Hanami her eroge*

>>3395395
> "I just need to rest. High school life has been working me hard." *Lay yourself down on Hanami's bed*
Good intel. Now we have a card to play when the time is right.

File: 1548354387050.jpg (49 KB, 796x442)

49 KB JPG

>>3395395
>"I just need to rest. High school life has been working me hard." *Lay yourself down on Hanami's bed*

File: 1526878890513.jpg (82 KB, 620x906)

82 KB JPG

>>3395395
Oh.
>>3395401

>>3395401
>>3395418
>>3395426
>>3395430
>Writing... ... ...

She's a NEET, guys, she isn't gonna do shit.
Right?

>>3395454
That's what we're scouting out anon. If nothing else it can be awkward sibling bonding time.

>>3395451

"I just need to rest. High school life has been working me hard." Pushing the eroge box with me. I hide it under a pillow as I lay myself down on Hanami's bed. The constant flow of cool air from the house's AC helps my blush subside. Soon, my skin becomes a lulling cold.

The shut-in that sits by claims another snack from the plastic bag I've brought. "Don't worry. School isn't hard if you don't over-exert yourself on the particulars. After all, I went through it and survived," she joked.

"Sis, you were the top of your class and an athlete. That doesn't apply well to me."

"That may be so. But you can still cruise down the river of academic life just fine. Your grades are doing good that last time I've heard."

"Don't get your hopes up, sis. I have the rest of my first year to accomplish. They're average too." Yawning, I try to rub the lethargy out of my eyes. Being around Hanami is hypnotic; a siren that can't swim. Before I knew it, I'm drifting off.

Stirring from my nap, a faint blow of air that's tickling my ear reinstates my vigor. I couldn't jump up, as Hanami's arms anchor me to the bed. It wasn't bad, per se; her breasts are incredibly soft, cushioning my face as an extra pillow. They almost elevate over my cheeks, practically threatening me with suffocation every time she breathes in and out.

> Try to free yourself from Hanami's hold.
> Wait until she wakes up again. Hope that it'll happen soon.
> (another option)

>>3395507
>Wait until she wakes up again. Hope that it'll happen soon.

>>3395507
>> Wait until she wakes up again. Hope that it'll happen soon.
interrupting a NEETS sleep sounds like the one way to really get on their bad side. that and opening the blinds to their room.

>>3395507
>> Wait until she wakes up again. Hope that it'll happen soon.

Might as well get comfortable. Maybe we can use this time to think about our circumstances or try to see if we feel any different from how we were before?

>>3395507
> Wait until she wakes up again. Hope that it'll happen soon.
>>3395519
Yep, time for some introspection.

>>3395507
>Snuggle closer

>>3395507
> Wait until she wakes up again. Hope that it'll happen soon.
> Try really hard not to think about how nice your sister’s boobs feel, how they’re larger then most of the girls you’ve seen at school, how you’re pretty sure she’s not wearing anything underneath.
> Fail completely.

>>3395507
>Wait until she wakes up again. Hope that it'll happen soon.

I hope our big bad wolf power doesn't transform us into a generic werewolf. I'm hoping for something like big might be bad wolf from lobotomy corporation in appearance.

also it seems stupid to stick to our sister right now when we're expecting to transform that or hood

>>3395513
>>3395517
>>3395519
>>3395529
>>3395703
>>3395900
>>3395562
>Roll 1d100 best of three.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>3396268
This body was made in heaven

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>3396268
Rolling for lewd.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>3396268
Come onnnnn WOLF!

>>3396284
>>3396286
>>3396292
>86
>Writing... ... ...

>>3396367

Snuggling closer to Sis, I await the time that she'll awake from her slumber. Soon, hopefully, as her internal clock fluctuates to what it deems fit for each day: sometimes from an hour to twelve.

"Grimms," I mumbled. No matter how much I recount Makita's words, it doesn't get any believable. How would anyone else? Even after witnessing a supernatural clash, it all seems too much like a dream. At least Goldilocks is normal under the Sun; Kitasawa is what chains me to these harbored memories. Her unbefitting diction and nature for a young gal entertains itself within my mind. The picture makes the bounds of my brain its home, projecting her delinquent-full expressions. Like hell that I'm her wolf. Like hell that I'm a wolf.

The only side effects of my Grimm's awakening is the benefit of height. What use will it be if that's all it does; I could intimidate people, but I can already do that before. Sharing Sis' tired eyes makes the hundred-mile stare effective on its own, setting my stage as a "vendor."

But I reckon that my stretched spine isn't what there is to offer. I've only come to notice the funny feeling in my tongue. And every time I inhale, it takes a visibly longer time to fill my lungs. I could probably sit underwater for a whole minute or two, double that if on land. My teeth aren't any sharper though, so that's a relief.

Hanami shuffles herself over to me. Putting my newfound ability to hold my breath to the test, I let myself be overtaken by her. I keep reminding myself of the unspeakable bounty of her curves; they're more than true, and that's why my vision is mostly locked onto them. There are some stacked girls at the school, but they can't compare to this specimen of fine wine. Her boobs are soft yet firm, the same for her butt. If I put my fingers into her mammaries, they'd sink. Unfortunately, I can't take advantage of that, as I'm still constricted by Hanami's hold. With how she's hugging me like a doll, I can feel what once was a toned body: a previously healthy, strong plain of grass has been transformed into miles of wheat, ready to be harvested. Goddammit, I want to knead her! Fuck! Release me from this torture, God!

My wish has been granted. Hanami picks herself up, yawning as I had done before. "Ah. Rou, how long were we out?" she asked, half-asleep.

I look to a clock, squinting my eyes to get the right numbers. I'm good at remembering things, and time's certainly one of them. "Not too long. Probably for almost an hour."

Hanami nods. Getting up from the bed, she goes down to the kitchen to get something to drink; not her stash of juices, caffeinated beverages, and sodas, for they're reserved for long, arduous nights on the computer.

Taking the chance, I return to my room.

>Cont.

>>3396515
>The snuggle closer made it in
Beautiful.

File: 8d781efb8951ae3eb6f932024(...).jpg (324 KB, 778x1000)

324 KB JPG

>>3396515

Once Mom and Sis made dinner, and after a long hot bath, I fall onto my bed with a draining weakness. This night won't be as cold as yesterday's; I can feel the walls losing its heat already. The Moon's clouded by condensation that one can barely discern in the sky, as there's no light to reflect from.

I've riled myself up so much. There's no reason for me to be so, it's just this anticipation for Red Hood. It took command of my body, forcing me to stay awake until the exact hour rolls by.

*Dink Dink*

The sound of tapping glass almost incurred a heart attack. Expecting the worse, I grab Hanami's bat (again, as I've become to be attached to it) and push myself to a corner. It was a false alarm on my part however, for it was Makita. Apparently, she's using Mama and Papa bear as a stool to reach my bedroom window...

"Let me in, mister wolf!" her muffled voice said behind the glass.

> Shake your head no.
> Open your window.
> (another option)

>>3396515
So we got huff n puff does that mean we're meeting the 3 little pigs sometime

>>3396592
> Open your window.
Always good to have help
>>3396515
What would've happened if we rolled low?

>>3396592
> Open your window.
> Push her over gently with our bat.
> Close window.

>>3396605
Tempted, very temped.

>>3396592
> Open your window.

>>3396592
>"the big bears stay outside!" you're not even sure if they could fit, but no reason to take the risk, even if you arent outright against seeing what she wants.
>Open your window.

>>3396603
death in the best way possible?

>>3396592
> Open your window.
This better be important.

>>3396603
Pretty sure it just determined the amount of time we were in Hanami's hold.

>>3396592
> Open your window.
Will Hanami walk in at the exact wrong moment? Only time will tell.

>>3396605
This

>>3396605
as funny as this is what would be the point of having given her our number only the quite literally just push her away? im 78% certain she wouldn't show up at our window for no good reason.

>>3396711
Because it would make more sense for her to call us first, and that her finding out where we live when we didn't tell her is stalker-ish behavior, and that her coming over to our house will probably increase the risk of our house being destroyed and our family harmed.

>>3396728
id agree with the second part if Red hadn't already broken in and stolen us right out of our living room once before. given she either wants us dead or captured goldilocks may be the only reason we haven't run into her again yet as it is. i mean, the only reason she failed before was she underestimated our willingness to lose articles of clothing.

also while you're right on the phone part and how stalker-ish it is, she seems like a bit of a ditz and probably just forgot she can call us. granted, thats almost worse in a way.

>>3396742
>id agree with the second part if Red hadn't already broken in and stolen us right out of our living room once before.

Red kidnapping us is Red's fuck up. As Makita is somehow able to go to school like a normal-ish person despite her powers, I had expected better social manners from her. Such as not knocking on the window of someone you just met yesterday at 12:30 at night.

>>3396780
well yes, but i meant the 'house being destroyed and our family harmed part.'

i dont think Goldilocks being here makes that any more likely, if anything less, is what i was saying. after last time i dont see Red being LESS violent if she decides to have a second go at us.

>>3396603
>>3396609
>>3396615
>>3396616
>>3396636
>Writing... ... ...

>>3396818

Going up to the window, I unfasten its lock with mild caution. I hold up a hand to Makita before she could come in; "The bigger bears stay outside," I demanded, not caring if they could fit through the window or not.

"Aye!" Afterward, she climbs in with Mama and Papa left by the house's left-ward wall. Baby Bear also jumped through. "Your place is nice!" she said, ignoring the promise of questions.

"Thanks for the compliment. But how did you find out where I live?!" Before my shout could travel too far, I lowered my voice just enough. "Are you a stalker too?... No. You're too much of a ditz to be."

"Ditz? Mama Bear's a ditz. Sometimes, she'd forget to hide, and I'd have to make up a lie that she's my giant teddy bear. Hehe," grinning like the stupid pyscho she is.

"Answer me. Where the hell did you get my address?" composing myself with the most serene state that I can manage.

"That? We have your information."

"Daring information, I'd say, naughty boy."

Makita looks around for the disembodied voice, as well as I. But unlike me, she was looking for a mirror, to which she exclaims: "Mary! There you are! I thought I lost you when we were going down the street!" upon finding my room's own.

Mimicking her line of sight, I too see to my mirror. In it, a woman in a corporate suit. As if the mirror's space -- that discernment being the only comprehension I can give to myself -- is like any other room in my house, she steps out. More of the person is revealed: hair is brown with a tinge of red, eyes just as normal as my own. By her leg, a strap that's fastened around the stocking, containing a knife; there's another one on the opposite limb, holding a firearm instead, all under a short skirt that teases me.

"Quite the man you are to be dealing in these types of stuff. Peeping, selling nude photos of underaged girls to your peers, even stealing. Shenanigans with delinquents. Though, this is what I have collected and listed. There may be other stuff that you're still hidin', kid," who I presume to be Mary said, reading off a printed document.

> "Since when did you guys know about all that! Been spyin' on me, that it?!"
> "Spare me from these antics and stop coming to me!"
> "You aren't going to... tell anyone about that. Right?"
> "You'd be hotter with a braid."
> (another option)

>>3396946
> "You'd be hotter with a braid."
I’m talking with the (wo)man in the mirror

>>3396952
> "You'd be hotter with a braid."

>>3396952
> "So, I'm just going to hazard a wild guess and say that since I have a Grimm, you're going to blackmail me into working for you, right? Right."
> "You'd be hotter with a braid."

>>3396952
>"geezus you girls multiply like rabbits. could've at least knocked like Makita did."

>>3396971
yeah thats my thoughts too, though to be honest being outted still sounds safer than whatever the hell these guys get up to. what with deadly giant teddy bears and girls with whole arsenals up their skirts. you can move and change names, you cant exactly come back from death though.

>>3396952
Supporting >>3396971
It's gonna take more than this to throw the Big Bad Wolf off his game.

>>3396980
Public shame is the worst punishment a Nip can get; they might as well sudoku at that point.

>>3396990
maybe, but we have a backup plan of learning NEEThood from our sister so its fine. that and suicide might still be less painful a death than they offer.

>>3396952
> "Spare me from these antics and stop coming to me!"

>>3396952
>selling nude photos of underaged girls to your peers
Wait, how is this a problem when you and your peers are also -presumably- underaged?

>>3397040
*american law intensifies*

File: 1545060400552.jpg (78 KB, 1036x696)

78 KB JPG

>>3397045
but our character is a Nip, baka gaijin.

>>3396955
>>3396961
>>3396971
>>3396987
>Writing... ... ...

>>3397040
i dont think its the underaged part we need to worry about. that and it could just the a perspective thing. shes an adult so she says the situation as it looks like to her, regardless of how much that matters from the laws or ours.

just a guess though.

>>3397056
Will, when you put it that way...

File: 4eb7ee462c0b535897a04566d(...).jpg (280 KB, 2500x2700)

280 KB JPG

>>3397053

"You'd be hotter with a braid," I stated.

"Now would I? I suppose that I should've gone out casually then if you were going to respond like that. Lingerie maybe? To incite that piper of yours?" she goaded.

I mop my face with a palm. This late at night and I'm accompanied by this type of woman too? I appreciate her willingness to please me as a man, but I'm not in that kind of zone. "So, I'm just going to hazard a wild guess and say that since I have a Grimm. you're going to blackmail me into working for you, right? Right?" getting on to the point.

"Slow down, kid. I'm not here to do that. Not exactly," sacrificing her proper display for the sake of comedy. "Let us get the pleasantries out of the way first. I'm Mary Blessfield, an agent of the N.R. Organization that tracks, records, and acts upon Grimm-users around the globe. You have the one-in-a-lifetime-chance to meet a ripe mate like me, no?" posing provocatively. She cuts me off as I was about to answer her in a cold fashion; "Joking! Joking! Hahaha! Christ's sake, boy, I thought you'd be more fun with how your track record is. Really puts a damper on my mood..."

"Mary, mister wolf is getting confused," Makita said, progressing the conversation between me and this Mary chick. All I have to say right now is that the businesswoman model of hers crumbles way too quick.

"He is? Sorry about that," Mary addressed. "Sparing my sacred details, I'll get to the bottom line for you. Like Miss Kanamou here, I want you to be my assistant. You don't get paid, and you'd be putting your life in danger once in a while, but it's good stuff to put on a resume! What do you think?"

> Huff 'n Puff these two away...
> "No. Get out of my house."
> "I'll listen. But put away those weapons first."
> (another option)

>>3397160
>> Huff 'n Puff these two away.
"It'll look good on your resume" Gettttt ouuuutttttt