"That felt truly amazing..."
Kars sprawled across Sakuya's lap, occasionally nudging her swollen, semen-filled belly with his cock, forcing lewd moans from her lips.
"But I'm so exhausted… This is even more tiring than being fucked by Kars..." Flandre panted, drenched in sweat. The combined intensity of the ejaculation pleasure and the multiple orgasms was blissful, but the physical toll of wielding the magical phallus had drained them.
"Next time, I'm going back to being the one Kars plays with. Using a cock to work others is way too much effort..."
"Eh? Why? We just started finding it interesting, Aunt Flandre. Why give up now?" Kars asked, feeling a surge of disappointment that Flandre was already bored with the new magic.
"Once was enough. Flandre likes playing with Kars, not playing with others. Using a tool on someone else isn't as fun as being with you." For Flandre, the sensation of Kars fucking her own pussy was irreplaceable; no magical simulation could match the raw intimacy of his real body.
"I see. Well, that actually makes me really happy." Kars couldn't argue with that. Having his aunt prefer his touch above all else was a major ego boost.
Kars moved over to Flandre's side, lifting her legs and spreading them wide to expose her pussy to his gaze.
"I'm already so tired… are we really doing this again?" Flandre had no strength left to resist. She could only watch as Kars guided his hard cock back into her pussy and began to thrust.
"Aah~ Kars only knows how to bully Flandre… my pussy really can't take any more of this heavy fucking..." Flandre looked up at Kars with tear-filled eyes, looking like a bullied girl on the verge of crying. This pitiful sight only made Kars more excited. He leaned down to kiss her, their tongues intertwining passionately.
Flandre wrapped her arms and legs around Kars's neck and waist, her deep love for him radiating through her touch. Seeing her crying while smiling with affection, Kars's cock grew even harder. With a final series of violent thrusts, he ejaculated deep inside her.
When he finally withdrew, thick semen flowed out of her quivering pussy like a small stream. Kars continued to kiss her lips and tongue, only pulling away once he saw the genuine smile return to her face.
"Whoa! How long have you guys been at it?"
Reimu, who had just arrived at the Scarlet Devil Mansion, gasped at the sight of the sheer volume of semen everywhere. She hadn't seen Kars in a while, and it seemed he had returned home only to immediately drench his family in filth. Flandre, in particular, looked like she had been fucked until she cried.
"Reimu! Are you here for me?" Kars ran toward her happily. Reimu opened her arms and hugged him tight.
"Of course. And for the food, obviously."
"Tch. Always here to freeload," Remilia grumbled. Reimu had become a regular at the dinner table lately, showing up like clockwork every day at mealtime. Remilia couldn't really kick her out, though.
"Why should I suffer with simple meals when there's gourmet food here? But is Sakuya actually okay to cook right now?" Reimu looked at the maid, whose pussy, mouth, and asshole were dripping with semen, and whose belly was visibly distended from the internal load.
"I'm… I'm fine… Ugh!" Sakuya answered weakly. The amount of cum in her stomach made her feel like she might vomit. With a flash of her time-manipulation powers, Sakuya vanished. When she reappeared a moment later, the dining table was fully set with a feast. Aside from her still-swollen "pregnant" belly, she looked perfectly composed.
"Still as lavish as ever. I feel like I've gained weight eating like this lately."
"Have you?" Kars reached out and started feeling Reimu's body. He felt all over, but couldn't find a trace of excess fat; her stomach was as flat and toned as ever.
"In my breasts," Reimu clarified. Kars slid his hand through the side of her shrine maiden outfit. Since she wasn't wearing her sarashi chest wrap, he felt her bare skin immediately. Her breasts felt softer and fuller than before. He kneaded them gently before giving her nipples a sharp pinch, making Reimu let out a startled, bashful cry.
"Don't just pinch my nipples like that! Think about the fact that I'm trying to eat!" Reimu scolded, though she simultaneously started eating faster.
It was clear she was eager for the "after-dinner entertainment." Besides the free food, she had been coming every day to see if Kars was back. Now that he was, she didn't need words—she just wanted to be fucked. The thought of him out there having sex with other girls made her restless. If he wasn't going to come to the shrine, she would just drag him there herself.
After finishing her meal, Reimu offered a quick "thanks for the feast" and, before anyone could react, grabbed Kars and vanished. Remilia was left staring at the empty space, speechless at Reimu's blatant "dine and dash" behavior.