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elizabeatrice · 4 years
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Mystery Spot (Chapter 68)
Let’s Talk About JSHK Manga #4
If you get the title reference, I applaud you.
Warning: 1) !!! MANGA SPOILERS UP TO CHAPTER 68 !!! Duh.
2) I dropped a couple of f bombs and several curses here ... I really ranted lmao.
3) This reaction/review is closer to me spewing wild theories rather than an actual review. But these wild theories are my reactions. So. Ehhh these theories are probably wrong anyway. Lemme have my dark, twisted fun, mkay? Not sure if they’re entirely coherent though.
Had trouble copying some kanji this time around ‘cause they’re so freaking blurry! So I got too lazy to write this yesterday haha. Thank you Ropes of Fate for the translation! Truly commendable heroes of the fandom *sobs*. I also used three panels from Chapter 61, translated by Caim.
Let’s jump into it (ba dum tss).
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This chapter is a bit shorter than usual and boy do you feel it. Well. At least I do. But I really hope sensei are taking some time to relax. Last chapter was 45 pages, after all. Y’all deserve it you wonderful creators.
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First of all I would like to dedicate the biggest f bomb for the villagers because what the fuck. Why the fuck would you sacrifice poor, innocent young girls just to keep yourself safe? And it’s not even a sacrifice to kami-sama! Y’all just droppin’ these girls to be eaten by supernaturals! And y’all practically manipulated them smh.
Are y’all insane?! Y’all could’ve just moved the fuck out. What kind of insane people just decide to stay near a literal pit of hell? Don’t give me the ‘we’ve lived here for generations’ bs okay ‘cause y’all neighbors be getting eaten by supernaturals but y’all rather trade innocent young girls for your own safety. If Berkians and Asgardians can suck it up and be the bigger nation with all that ‘Berk/Asgard is not a place it’s the people’ shit, y’all can too.
I’ve disliked characters in JSHK before. But I’ve never hated JSHK characters before. Until now. Y’all fucking did it, dumbass villagers.
Ahem. Pardon me.
Because my brain is a literal self-debate machine let me just say that I did consider several possibilities in these ‘people’’s defense. There’s the obvious ‘some people back then didn’t know any better and believe a human sacrifice will solve everything’ mindset. Then there’s the possibility of them being trapped in their village for some reason, hence not having any other choice but to sacrifice those girls.
But y’know what else could be the case? ‘Cause my mind really went dark there for a bit.
The Minamoto clan let it happen.
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In the last chapter it was mentioned that the Minamoto clan was involved. And this is a bit shocking now that I think about it more ‘cause Teru has always been adamant that all supernaturals are evil and must be exorcised, humans must be protected.
But what if they just let the villagers sacrifice these girls so that the monsters can be contained in this village, in that pit, instead of running amok to other places and cause more trouble?
Which makes me wonder.
Uh. Where did Teru go to? Does he know about this? Did he go to that pit (or that village, if Kamome Academy wasn’t built on its land)?
If he does know, isn’t he interested in saving a fellow human student and underclassman? If he does know about the Akane clan, isn’t he interested in telling his VP, who’s obsessed with an Akane? Unless ... you know ... he meant for this to happen, which I kinda doubt.
He must know something about this. He went out of his way to make Akane promise to protect Kou if something were to happen. What’s more dangerous than the Grim Reaper showing up looking for a sacrifice who turned out to be Kou’s beloved senpai’s best friend? What if Akane had to choose between Aoi and Kou at some point?
Okie next I wanna talk about Hanako. This is gonna sound just as far fetched as the previous bit lmao but here goes.
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Boiiii y’all saw it. The pause before his answer. His face drawn out of view, in an evasive body language.
(Hanako my boy pls do us all a favor and stop lying to your girlfriend, we all know how well that turned out in Picture Perfect lmao)
Theory. He knew what’s been going on all along. Or at least the gist of it.
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Remember this?
Imma take a detour a lil bit.
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The Far Shore/torii gate refused Nene in chapter 67, right? In my Chapter 67 reaction I said it was the bracelet that saved her but now I think the bracelet probably disguised her as Sumire in the villagers’ eyes. So the Far Shore/torii gate refused her, and we all thought it was because she wasn’t an Akane.
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But then we found out that Hanako was right about the village. It was just a ‘made up world’ inside Shinigami’s boundary. It’s just a reenactment of the day Sumire died, probably based on Shinigami’s memories, as the first page of Chapter 64 said.
So of course Nene was refused. Because in his memories, Sumire was the one who fell into the pit that day.
Sumire also said in this chapter’s narration that the villagers sacrificed young girls. Not Akane girls. Also, before the sacrifices began, the monsters already ate villagers anyway, right? They didn’t only eat young girls. It wasn’t said as such. The villagers probably just chose young girls because that’s sorta like the equivalent of offering the best meat or smth. Practically a please accept our humble offering of tenderloin wagyu, O Horrible Monsters.
The coveted bloodline thing was probably a plus, not obligatory. Often in stories, people with high ‘spiritual energy’ are supposed to taste more delicious and grant whoever eats their meat special powers or smth (e.g. Tang Sanzang from Journey to the West). Also ancient cultures sacrifice young girls often, that was the trend.
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And they proceeded to try to sacrifice Nene anyway, despite her not being an Akane. They said it themselves. “It doesn’t matter if it’s that girl.���
So according to the (rather vague) information we have, it’s possible that the sacrifice doesn’t have to be an Akane or a girl.
Some of y’all have been theorizing that the Yugi twins got involved with supernaturals, and that sorta lead to their death.
What if this is it?
I myself am not sure how it went down if this is really the case. But I keep imagining our boy’s infamous ‘I’m not going anywhere’ being said by Sumire because bruh she’s the epitome of not going anywhere. She was chosen to be sacrificed since she was a child, not given a choice. Even after she died and became a yorishiro, she was imprisoned in this time prison world or whatever, reliving her death every single day with no escape.
And I couldn’t help but think ‘hoooo shit what if???’
I mean. I don’t know who was the chosen sacrifice. Could be Tsukasa, could be Amane. Maybe he killed his brother so that he wouldn’t get sacrificed, and decided that he’ll die along with his brother. I’m not going anywhere. Maybe it also means I’m not letting you send my brother to be eaten by monsters, and since we can’t escape either, we’re staying here no matter what.
And if the Minamotos were really in on it, it makes sense for Grandma Minamoto to accuse Amane of being an evil murderer. He practically got in the way ‘of other people’s safety’ by killing the chosen sacrifice.
banjjakz also said something about the possibility of Tsukasa being a previous sacrifice. Read about it here and here. It’s pretty interesting!
Besides, a wonder whose precious person got sacrificed and later became their yorishiro? That’d be some parallel, haha.
Sure, Sumire said ‘if the kannagi was switched’. But the early narration didn’t mention a sacrifice of kannagi. Just ‘young girls’.
Look just lemme have this, alright?
Oh. Also I wanted to point out the possible tension/trust issues between Hanako and Nene but many other blogs have pointed it out quite well so I’m just gonna stick with my wild theories.
But I will address what Nene said about the pit.
Where is said pit anyway? In Kamome? Why is it open? Is it Tsukasa changing rumors and allowing more supernaturals to cross back to the Near shore? More likely. I mean, he does grant wishes for supernaturals after all.
Oh. Speaking of Nene. Let’s give her a round of applause for her character development. She’s become of better judgement regarding men’s terrible behavior. Wow. That’s my girl. I mean, we still don’t know much about Shinigami, but from what I’ve seen so far, Sumire guuuurrrrllllll you deserve better.
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Regardless of my ships, these supernatural boys should take notes from my precious Kou and how he loves so selflessly. Lmao. Remember that one post-chapter panels in Picture Perfect where he said he’ll find Nene a prince in the real world, even though he likes her? Broooo I want ten of this precious boy.
Lastly, Akane and Aoi.
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Where are they? They look like they’re stranded in some wild boundary somewhere, the one with half sunken houses and lost things that usually appear in color spreads. I am so hyped, ‘cause I love the aesthetics, and I wanna see more of this place.
Oh. And Akane’s alive. Phew. I gotta be honest though, I kinda looked forward to his death. Not because I hate the kiddo. He’s technically still human, right. I’m just wondering whether his death or Aoi’s would cause Teru to outright declare war against the Seven Wonders because aren’t these folks supposed to protect students like they claim to be? (This, of course, ignores my previous theories about the Minamoto clan)
Basically I just wanna see some shit go down with Teru mkay ‘cause this powerful dude has been useless for quite too long now.
Aoi’s still pretty confusing, too. She went from this weird expression:
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to this:
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She kinda looked like she was still under the influence of the drug thingy. But she was also concerned about Akane, even though it’s not like how she worried about Nene in the past. And she knew Akane longer than her, they practically grew up together. Real Aoi would be in tears seeing his condition, y’all. So I guess the drug thingy’s effect is slowly wearing out.
Closing! JSHK is dark but usually not in ways my brain expects it to be. (And a lot of times I still get surprised with the amount of comedy it has lmao.) Sooo sensei are probably gonna prove me wrong about most of these, anyway. Haha.
As always feel free to discuss.
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spicedrobot · 5 years
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Chasing the Demon
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Fandom: Overwatch Pairing: Sanzang!Zenyatta/Oni!Genji Warnings: trans genji (clit/cunt terms used, no PIV), vagina dentata, anal sex, murder mentions?? Genji’s a bad dude   Notes: Uhhh this is old and I’m now wondering if this is to anyone’s taste but! I hope you enjoy. ;’) I can only put an art preview on tumblr, but please read this on ao3 for the full picture by @/zoannim on twitter!
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It is greed that undoes him.
In the beginning, Genji preyed on the drunk and cruel. His first was a gambler who brought his house to ruin; the next an adulterer who frequented the pleasure quarters. Each target he justifies in some fashion, though he does not need excuses after the first, intoxicated by the rush that each death grants, eyes bright as hellfire and body glut with their souls.
His targets are embarrassingly easy to tempt. He waits in the shadows of taverns, luring with sweet words and sweeter hands. Each kill makes him bolder, and he begins slinking into houses, into the same rooms where spouses lay sleeping next to his prey. It takes only a finger pressed to his grinning mask as he peels off his lower armor to keep them from alarm. By the time he envelops their cocks into the tight heat between his thighs, it’s too late.
Rumors spread of strange deaths: each victim found half-naked but unharmed, eyes glazed in ecstasy. The city becomes hysteric, and most dare not venture out after dusk. Soon there are few left that catch Genji’s eye; it is time to move on to the next village where new victims wait, ignorant and ripe for consumption.
He leaves at dusk, lingering at the city gates for the changing of the guard. That’s when he sees it: a gleaming palanquin surrounded by gold and crimson banners.
No litter so fine ever held less than royalty. In the cover of shadows, Genji follows it to the fanciest lodging in the city. The servants place the palanquin on the ground and fold back its drapes, revealing its occupant.
Need seizes in Genji’s belly.
A prince, sharp and gorgeous, with painted eyes and full lips, adorned in finery that catches in the late sun’s gold. He moves with grace unparalleled as he rises, a necklace of heavy orbs chiming with each practiced step. Every motion is collected and pristine, and how Genji wants, how easy it would be to debauch such a treasure who has only known love and excess.
One more, he thinks. Just one more.
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Slipping past the guards is child’s play.
At this hour, he expects the prince to be nestled beneath layers of grand silks that adorn the suite’s enormous bed. Instead, the prince kneels in prayer upon the wooden floor. The vast room is lit by a single torch, but Genji’s never struggled to see in the dim, not after the souls had changed him.
He creeps closer, the soft spice of incense that weaves into his mask warm and pleasant.
“Who are you?”
The prince’s voice surprises him, deep for his stature, melodiously rhythmic. He does not move; not even his heart quickens as Genji draws another step closer.
“A lonely soul looking for company,” Genji murmurs, stopping in front of his bowed head. “You are far from home, prince.”
The prince stills. Then he laughs, the sound startling in the quiet.
“Yes, I suppose I am.” The prince straightens. His eyes are the last to raise, deep and dark, the gaze leveled at Genji so intense that he feels stripped bare before him. “So, lonely soul. What flavor of company do you seek?”
“One that only you can provide.”
The prince’s shoulders shake as he laughs silently.
“Flattering words shall not sway me.”
Genji slips a cool finger beneath the prince’s chin, tilting his face upward, enamored by the supple curve of his lips, synthetic but alluring.
“I speak true. Since I saw you, I knew no other would satisfy me.”
His hand shifts, cupping his sharp cheek. The prince leans into his touch, eyes thinning.
“Hm. Are you willing to prove your devotion?”
Genji crouches, dipping his head in a gentle bow.
“Nothing would please me more.”
Genji’s stomach clenches deliciously, his breath quickening as he disrobes the prince. The omnic lets him, waited upon and pampered at every turn, Genji thinks. To rend such arrogance will be all the sweeter for it. Fine circuitry, strangely scuffed but beautiful, reveals itself piece by piece. Genji slips his hands into soft fabric, feeling between metal thighs as the prince arches into him, mouth circled on a gasp.
The prince’s hand follows as Genji exposes his lower body, pressing a sequence of panels; his cock, segmented and just shy of tumescent, slides into view. Most of Genji’s partners have been flesh and blood, but the prince rises and twitches like any other, helpless beneath his fingers as he takes him in hand.
Genji lifts his mask, smirks with long fangs, though it does not cause the other pause. Instead, slim thighs part wider, cock thickening in his grip, the seams of it glowing teal. It’s a dizzying sight, enough to keep a witty reply from his lips, breathless as he kisses the crown of his cock, the smell of incense heightening, cloying.
“You are quite good at this, lonely one,” the prince sighs, the sound dream-like and far off, the hand on the back of his head urging Genji quicker, stealing sight and breath.
Genji tastes the sweet slick from the prince’s cock, eyes fluttering shut as he draws him deep. Soon whatever soul the prince possessed would be his, a final, lingering thought before oblivion.
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He awakens to gentle buzzing between his ears and the smell of fresh evening air.
“So you are the demon who has been terrorizing the city.”
Genji groans.
“What…”
He cannot move.
Red cord segments his body, arms twisted behind his back, calves and thighs bound together. His struggles are limited; the strange, lingering drowsiness weakening his movements. Not incense, then.
“You are an imposter,” Genji says with as much venom as he can muster.
The false prince clicks his tongue, too close.
“My identity was assumed. I simply did not correct your error.” His breath tickles over Genji’s cheek, and try as he might, he cannot pull away as the omnic laughs quietly behind him.
“Who are you?”
“A lowly monk in service to the lost.” There is no fire to it, only a statement, gentle against his head. “Your lusts have warped you. It is a terrible burden, to exist without succor.”
Warmth lines his back as the monk presses against him, teases fingers around his flanks. The demon grunts, but he can do little more than twitch and jerk as the monk rubs circles into his hips, cups his thighs through his clothes, close to the heat between where he yearns, always wanting.
“Some monk,” the demon groans as the imposter tears his pants, exposing him to the room, chilled until fingers trace between his legs, not quite daring to do more.
The pads of warm metal find short, sharp teeth surrounding a warm slit, puffy with arousal, dripping and swelling the longer he touches.
“Were you planning to swallow my cock with this? A sweet death, I am sure.”
The monk’s whispers echo in his mind, Genji’s focus undivided on his fingers, tracing and spreading him, testing and teasing his cunt but nothing more. Then his fingers shift, dragging beneath, catching the slick leaking from him then pressing lower.
Genji hisses at the first caress, trembling with the strain. The monk is undeterred, stroking between his cheeks, teasing and prodding until Genji relaxes. He growls as his insides part around the single, smooth finger, heat gathering between his legs, not quite where he needs, but he cannot resist it all the same.
“Do not worry. I will provide the company you so desperately seek.”
Genji swears, anger warring with the strange, teasing pleasure of the finger twisting inside him, motions smoothing as he opens him up, discomfort replaced with something delicious he should reject. He should’ve moved on—but now he writhes on the monk’s finger, back arching as another one slides next to it, brushing something that makes his vision blur.
“That’s it. Just relax.”
The monk nuzzles his pointed ear, catching it in his teeth, kisses just beneath, a place Genji never knew would be so sensitive. His fingers are a constant maddening slide that has him so close to begging it makes his blood boil. Then those fingers curl, and Genji shouts, tossing his head back against the monk’s shoulder, surging like electricity down his spine, sizzling—close…
He whines as those fingers withdraw, petting his swollen rim, more slick pooling over his hands, unsated, so needy.
“Unless you would rather stop.” The amusement is thick in his voice, purring from his synth.
Genji gnashes his teeth, trying to catch those capricious fingers against his ass, grown more enraged each second the monk does not press back inside and finish him proper. The monk’s other hand holds steady at his waist, drawing calm circles just above his clit, aching to be touched.
“N-no,” Genji bites.
“Hm?”
Sweat rolls down his temple, his body squeezing and twisting, but there’s no relief.
“Fuck me,” Genji says like a curse, moaning high and hard as the monk drags him into his lap, his cock, swollen and bright, sliding between his thighs and against his cunt. A synthetic hiss as Genji’s lower teeth brush his cock, and the demon grins even as he feels pressure at his ass instead, worked open and aching, cunt pulsing as the monk starts to slide inside him.
“Oh—fuck.”
Genji bends forward, rocking back on the monk’s cock as he bottoms out, slick dribbling around his cock, not even aware enough to be embarrassed by how much he’s turned on, being tied and used like this. The monk fucks him hard and deep, belying his gentle appearance, more sinful than his occupation allowed. One hand locks on Genji’s hip, the other just above his cunt, thumb grazing his clit.
“F-feeling good, monk?” Genji warbles, drool slipping down his chin as the monk tsks, pounding him in a place that no monk should, stroking his swollen clit in small, tantalizing circles.
“Mouthy,” he murmurs. “Perhaps you will require multiple lessons.”
“Please...!” Genji bites his lip, whining in his throat. “Harder.”
The monk shoves the demon gracelessly forward. Genji cannot break his fall, but the pain is worth the monk’s hands sealing around his hips, driving deeper, faster, the ache within delicious and perfect. He babbles, gasps and swears, guttural sounds that would make any proper human blush, but instead the monk snaps his hips harder, groaning into Genji’s shoulder as the demon seizes around him, barreling into orgasm like slamming into a wall.
His cunt clenches, slick spilling in a gush between his thighs, nearly screaming as the monk shoves him to the floor and holds, pumping him full, so hard Genji feels it settle in his stomach. Steam plumes around them, swallowing Genji’s groans and whimpers as the aftershocks take him, nearly as potent as the first shattering crest.
“Is...is that it?” Genji says, hoarse, squeezing around the cock still inside him.
The hands at his hips tighten, a breathy laugh escaping the monk who starts to move, slowly but gaining speed, Genji’s toes curling at the deep, tender feeling that makes his lower half feel liquefied.
“I suspect you still have more to learn.”
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Genji can’t move as the early morning light spills through stained glass, though it had been hours since he’d been tied, freed somewhere between the third or fourth round, he can’t quite remember. He groans, twinging deliciously like he hasn’t in ages. When he glances up, he finds dark eyes watching him in turn.
The demon should be ashamed, angered: he was tricked, used, but he’s only sleepy and sore.
“I do not think I can move,” he murmurs, nuzzling beneath the monk’s chin.
One of the monk’s orbs glows, bathing Genji in a warm light that numbs the worst of the pain.
“Being a monk has its perks.”
Zenyatta weaves his fingers behind Genji’s back.
“Taming demons such as you is one of them.”
Genji laughs.
“There are many like me?” He mouths at the monk’s neck, relishing in his gentle, heated sigh.
“No, you are very much unique.”
“Now who’s the flatterer?”
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The monk leaves the town as he came, surrounded by the gold and crimson of a fine palanquin, one passenger heavier and many times more dangerous.
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