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EP.81 The Widow Shrine Maiden and Outdoor Play 

Fumika, with her delicate yet sultry beauty, drew the gaze of all the men in the village even though she was married. In fact, her status as a widow only made her more alluring to them. 

Like a fragile flower blooming precariously atop a rugged mountain, she was all the more desirable because she seemed out of reach. Many shrine visitors harbored secret hopes of making that wounded heart their own. 

One such man was Kondo, the toad-like chairman of the Natsuki village council. “Heh heh… Just a little longer now,” he muttered, climbing the steep stone steps to the shrine, his small eyes gleaming above his bulging belly. Outwardly, he wore a kindly smile and was well regarded in the village, but inside, he was a lecher who couldn’t resist young women. He’d long set his sights on the young widow at the shrine and had been working in secret to win her over. 

He’d worked for years to shift the festival’s main venue to the town square, stripping the shrine of its influence. Now, at last, his efforts were about to pay off. Fumika was obsessively attached to the dilapidated shrine perhaps because of memories of her late husband or her pride as a shrine maiden. But she couldn’t maintain it alone forever, and Kondo planned to exploit her financial troubles to claim both her body and heart. 

“The thought of kneading and groping that white, voluptuous, shameless body however I want makes these stairs worth it!” he thought, clenching his fist as he reached the top and put on his mask of a kindly middle-aged man. 

But today, Fumika was nowhere to be seen, though she’d normally be sweeping the yard at this hour. “Huh… Where’d she go? Out shopping?” Annoyed at the wasted trip, Kondo considered waiting or leaving. 

Just then, faint moans drifted from behind the shrine. He recognized them instantly as a woman’s cries of pleasure. And if a woman was moaning here, it could only be Fumika. 

He crept toward the sound and peeked around a pillar then gasped at the unbelievable sight. 

Fumika, bound in crimson rope and blindfolded, was on all fours on the rough ground, panting like a bitch in heat. Behind her, thrusting like a beast, was a boy barely old enough to be called a man. 

“M-more…! It feels so good…! Please, Master, give me your cock…!” she begged, her voice lewd and desperate. 

Kondo was frozen in place. The proud Fumika, moaning like a wanton animal for a child’s cock? He’d dreamed of breaking her himself, but here she was, reduced to this by a mere boy. 

“Master…? Is someone there?” Fumika asked anxiously as Yuu paused. 

“No, just a stray dog. Or maybe a pig,” he replied, glancing meaningfully toward Kondo’s hiding place. 

Kondo shrank back, unnerved by the boy’s knowing, devilish grin a look no real child could give. He turned and fled, and would later be rumored to have locked himself away for days. 

“Master…? Please, move again. I want your baby so much…” Fumika whimpered, wiggling her hips. 

“Bossy little bitch, giving orders to your master? Don’t want my cock after all?” 

“S-sorry! I’m sorry for being an uppity bitch! I’ll squeeze you as hard as I can with my pussy so you’ll like me, Master…!” 

There was no trace left of her dignity as a widow or shrine maiden just a female lost in pleasure, her cries echoing through the sacred grounds until Yuu was satisfied. 

After their outdoor play behind the shrine, I cuddled in Fumika’s ample bosom back in her quarters, acting spoiled. 

“Does my baby like mommy’s boobs that much?” she teased gently. 

“Yeah.” 

Even after such rough play, Fumika showed no sign of fatigue, only hugging me tighter as I nuzzled her chest. The sweet scent tickled my nose, and each time I licked her pink nipple, her body trembled. 

“Was I too rough earlier? Did it hurt?” I asked. 

She shook her head. “No, it felt good. I was just scared someone might see us.” 

Someone did, actually, but that was Kondo’s problem. 

In a small village, rumors would spread, but it didn’t matter at worst, Fumika’s reputation would take a minor hit. 

“Oh, by the way, I contacted Miyano-san like you said last night,” Fumika said. 

“Did Akari agree right away?” 

“She hesitated at first, but when I said we might find a way to turn Yuu back to normal soon, she accepted.” 

“Good job.” I nipped her nipple in praise, making her shudder. 

“Just treat me like Yuu as usual. Only the inside is different; it’s easier that way.” 

“Yes… Yuu… sama.” She nodded, though she still seemed a bit awkward. 

“By the way, is there really a way to turn back from this state?” she asked. 

I laughed. In the original story, Fumika was the one who figured it out, but now she was asking me. 

She quickly apologized. “Sorry, I shouldn’t doubt you…” 

“No, I’m not angry. Of course there’s a way. Like you said, this body is the result of a wish a strong inner desire. If that wish is fulfilled, I’ll naturally return to normal.” 

“And the wish is…?” 

“To get my sister back. To be close again, like before.” 

“That’s all?” 

“Yeah. It’s pretty pure, right?” 

But the adult Yuu can’t see things as simply as a child so of course, there’s a twist of adult desire in that wish. 

“It’s not hard. Just keep doing what we’ve been doing. And for the finale, as always, we’ll do something big.” 

“There’s something I need you to do.” 

“For the summer festival…?” I explained my plan for the festival. Fumika’s eyes widened at first, then she smiled mysteriously. 

“Is it too outrageous?” 

“No. It just made me realize you’re exactly as I first thought.” 

Her hot hand reached for my now-hard cock. “It’s been a long time since this old shrine was so lively.” 

“Yeah. It’s going to be a fun festival.” 

I smiled, then pushed Fumika down to the floor. 

“Now that we’ve rested, shall we start round two?” 

She spread her legs wide, exposing her wet pussy. 

“Mommy’s pussy got all wet wanting your cock, baby… Stuff me full with your hot thing, all the way to my womb…” 

“Mommy!” 

With that, I lost all restraint and thrust into her, moving wildly. 

After Fumika, it would be Honoka’s turn. No need to rush summer is long.