Touhou: Animism of Expansion EX
Yuyuko rolled over in bed. Being awake is an experience to be avoided, as Yukari Yakumo always said, but something was off this morning. The pink haired spirit checked her alarm.
three 'o clock...
In the afternoon?
No that couldn't be right... her servant, a half ghost by the name of Youmu Konpaku would have awoken her... unless...
Yuyuko pulled on her Kimono, pausing for a moment to admire herself in the glass of her mirror.
she was tall, very tall for a woman. Six feet of pink haired ghost stood before the mirror, showing only the truth:
Yuyuko had curves. Curves upon curves. Her hips were flared, her breasts were full, yet her arms were slender and elegant; a remarkable feature.
The ghost princess had an hourglass figure: a pair of mountainous breasts that jiggled slightly with each breath, counterbalanced by a rear that wreaked havoc on armchairs,often breaking the arms by pushing them outwards.
her figure would have been perfect if not for the slight overhang of her belly, pushing out against her Kimono ever so slightly.
She prodded it gingerly. So soft... The way it rippled underneath her touch was...
"Ah!" Yuyuko gasped out loud.
"Youmu! I forgot about her!"
and with that, she walked briskly to the Kitchen.
No Youmu.
across the house, through the dining hall and into the washroom.
No Youmu there either.
Finally, she took a step outside, and standing on the porch was...
nobody.
She was alone.
Yuyuko Saigyouji, ghost princess of Hagyokurou, was truly alone...
truly free to do what she wanted.
The pink haired bombshell looked around, smiling giddily.
Freedom!
but what to do?
three 'o clock...
In the afternoon?
No that couldn't be right... her servant, a half ghost by the name of Youmu Konpaku would have awoken her... unless...
Yuyuko pulled on her Kimono, pausing for a moment to admire herself in the glass of her mirror.
she was tall, very tall for a woman. Six feet of pink haired ghost stood before the mirror, showing only the truth:
Yuyuko had curves. Curves upon curves. Her hips were flared, her breasts were full, yet her arms were slender and elegant; a remarkable feature.
The ghost princess had an hourglass figure: a pair of mountainous breasts that jiggled slightly with each breath, counterbalanced by a rear that wreaked havoc on armchairs,often breaking the arms by pushing them outwards.
her figure would have been perfect if not for the slight overhang of her belly, pushing out against her Kimono ever so slightly.
She prodded it gingerly. So soft... The way it rippled underneath her touch was...
"Ah!" Yuyuko gasped out loud.
"Youmu! I forgot about her!"
and with that, she walked briskly to the Kitchen.
No Youmu.
across the house, through the dining hall and into the washroom.
No Youmu there either.
Finally, she took a step outside, and standing on the porch was...
nobody.
She was alone.
Yuyuko Saigyouji, ghost princess of Hagyokurou, was truly alone...
truly free to do what she wanted.
The pink haired bombshell looked around, smiling giddily.
Freedom!
but what to do?