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EP.217 S-Rank Onahole and the Eight-Foot Ghost (4) 

There’s no doubt about it. 

The Eight-Foot Ghost I met in the nearby flower field is Najjang’s older sister, Setsuki Mahiro. 

Unless I have face blindness, I’m sure of it. 

If I ask Najjang, I can get definite proof. 

“Najjang, is that flower field you showed me last time also related to your sister?” 

“Yes. It was a place my sister loved.” 

As expected. 

That’s probably why she was at the flower field-because of memories from her days as a human. 

The puzzle pieces are coming together and the whole picture is clear. 

“But why did your sister…?” 

“Originally, the family head should have been my talented sister, not me.” 

Najjang looked up at the sky, her eyes more sorrowful than ever. 

Her longing was so evident that I was drawn to her gaze. 

I offered my shoulder, and Najjang gratefully leaned her head on it. 

“My sister was amazing. She was born to lead the family-someone incomparable to me.” 

“I think you’re amazing too.” 

“Thank you. But I’m still far from her level.” 

I never expected to see this vulnerable side of Najjang. 

Maybe her strict demeanor is just her way of emulating her deceased sister. 

Perhaps this is the real Najjang-fragile and delicate. 

I gently patted her shoulder. 

“You’re plenty amazing. I guarantee it.” 

“…Thank you.” 

“I haven’t tasted your pussy yet, but I’m sure it’ll feel even better.” 

I can’t say for sure which is better. 

I’ve had my fill with Palcheok, but with Najjang, I haven’t even managed to penetrate her. 

Still, I want to root for Najjang. 

She worked so hard to catch up to her sister-she deserves to win at least in this. 

“Heh, it’s like you actually met my sister.” 

“Is that so?” 

Should I tell her? 

That her sister is now a yokai, wandering the flower field full of memories? 

But even if I did, I can’t guarantee it would be a good thing for the sisters. 

I’ll go see her tomorrow. 

Does Mahiro want to see Najjang? 

I’ve become a regular at the flower field. 

Today, as always, when I arrived, I saw Palcheok running toward me with arms wide open. 

“Popot!” 

“Yeah, yeah. How have you been?” 

With my face buried in her breasts, it’s hard to breathe, 

but honestly, I don’t mind this suffocation. 

“Palcheok, can you answer a question for me?” 

“Po! Po!” 

She nodded vigorously. 

We can’t really talk, but she understands me enough for simple Q&A. 

“Palcheok, do you know Setsuki Mahiro?” 

“………” 

At my question, she clammed up. 

So Palcheok really is Mahiro. 

I hugged her-no, Mahiro-and patted her back. 

“Whatever your reasons for being here, I just want you sisters to be happy.” 

“Poo…” 

When I spoke my heart, Mahiro smiled softly and hugged me back. 

Being enveloped in those huge breasts is always a pleasure. 

Especially the scent when I’m buried deep-it never gets old. 

“By the way.” 

“Po, Popot♥!” 

When I tugged her nipple, she threw her head back and shuddered in climax. 

“Mahiro, you came to see me because you wanted something, right?” 

“Po, Poo…” 

She averted her gaze, looking troubled. 

I pressed on, asking more questions to get her to open up. 

“So why didn’t you bring up something so important? Even if it’s hard to say, there are ways to communicate.” 

“Poo…” 

Maybe she did try, but all I heard was “po, popo,” so I didn’t get it? 

That would be unfair to her, but it’s not my fault I couldn’t understand. 

She could have written a letter or something. 

It would be unfair to blame me. 

“So why couldn’t you tell me?” 

“…Po, Po.” 

Tap tap. 

Mahiro bent down and poked my erect cock with her finger, looking annoyed. 

“Don’t tell me you couldn’t talk because you liked my cock so much?” 

“Popot!” 

She nodded vigorously, as if to say that was exactly it. 

So my cock was the problem? 

I guess it really is my fault. 

Having too good a cock can be a problem, too. 

“So what do you want to ask me?” 

“………” 

Mahiro smiled softly, patted my head, and dodged the question. 

She must have planned to approach me from the start, 

because she wanted to ask me something. 

But if she’s not answering now, either it’s too late or… 

‘Or maybe it’ll happen on its own without her asking.’ 

Her reason for not asking must be closely related to me. 

Is it something to do with my actions? 

Thinking back, I remembered what I’d just said: 

-I want you sisters to be happy. 

‘That must be it.’ 

The puzzle pieces fit. 

What Mahiro wanted to ask was for Najjang’s happiness. 

For the sake of her sister, who’s pushing herself out of longing. 

“Najjang… it’s about Nana, isn’t it?” 

“Po…” 

Mahiro nodded. 

So here’s a new question: 

Why didn’t Mahiro do it herself? 

She approached a stranger for help-why not her own sister? 

Is there some restriction keeping her from meeting Najjang? 

‘If so, I need an expert.’ 

Swish! 

I took out a scroll and stamped it with my blood. 

A white smoke rose, and a familiar figure emerged. 

“Master, do you need my help?” 

“You’re the yokai expert.” 

Tamamo appeared, wagging her tail seductively. 

My cock was about to burst, but Mahiro’s issue was more urgent. 

“Can you talk with this yokai?” 

“Hm? The Eight-Foot Ghost. She’s only recently become a yokai.” 

“Po, Poo…?” 

Tamamo, half-hiding her face with a fan, looked at Mahiro, who asked who she was. 

“Tamamo. Full name Tamamo-no-Mae. She’s part of my yokai collection.” 

“Nice to meet you, Eight-Foot Ghost. I am Tamamo-no-Mae!” 

“Po, Poot!” 

Hearing Tamamo’s real name, Mahiro’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. 

Tamamo laughed and beckoned her closer. 

“It’s okay. I don’t use my power recklessly, and I welcome female yokai like you.” 

“Popopo. Poo…” 

“Don’t worry. I swear on the name Tamamo-no-Mae, I won’t harm you!” 

Mahiro clapped her hands in admiration. 

But can Tamamo really talk with Mahiro? 

If so, can she translate? 

When I asked, Tamamo nodded. 

“It’s possible. For the Eight-Foot Ghost, even Shuten-douji could do it.” 

“Since you’re here, can you interpret for us?” 

“Of course! If you ask, I’ll translate her answers.” 

Time to ask what’s on my mind. 

“Mahiro, why do you want me to do it instead of doing it yourself?” 

“Poo, Popo…” 

“She says, ‘Because I’m a useless older sister. I can’t help Nana.’” 

What? 

Najjang always said her sister was so talented she could never catch up. 

But Mahiro thinks she’s useless? 

“Popo, Popopo. Popopopo.” 

“She says, ‘I can’t do anything for my little sister, so please take care of her for me.’” 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” 

“Popot?” 

I don’t know what happened between them. 

Maybe I shouldn’t interfere. 

But after seeing this, I can’t just walk away. 

Najjang, frustrated at not catching up to her sister. 

Mahiro, who never even tried because she thinks she’s useless. 

No matter what, I’ll make sure these two meet. 

“The best thing would be for me to conquer Najjang.” 

“Popo?” 

“A woman Master can’t conquer? Impressive.” 

Of course. 

She’s one of the world’s seven strongest onaholes. 

A mere mortal like me can’t just take her down. 

“Popo. Popo?” 

“She’s asking why the Eight-Foot Ghost is having a hard time.” 

“Hm, how do I explain…” 

I haven’t even gotten close yet, so I gave a vague explanation. 

Tamamo admired my answer, and Mahiro nodded as if she understood. 

“Popo. Popopo!” 

“She says, ‘I can teach you.’ Oh, things might be easier than I thought.” 

“Popo.” 

Smooch. 

Suddenly, Mahiro kissed me. 

I was surprised, but her soft lips felt nice, so I accepted it. 

Did she just want to kiss me? 

Just then- 

‘What’s this?’ 

A scene flashed through my mind. 

I instantly recognized the person in my memory: young Najjang, and Mahiro when she was still human. 

It was definitely a memory from their past together. 

As the memories played out like a movie, 

I finally understood the secret technique of Setsuki-ryu. 

“So that’s what it was.” 

It won’t be easy to copy right away, 

but maybe I can finally stand up to Najjang. 

But is it okay for an outsider to learn something like this? 

When I looked at Mahiro, she smiled more brightly than ever. 

With that expression, I don’t need to worry. 

“Is it really okay to get something like this for free?” 

I worried when I first learned Setsuki-ryu, 

and now I’m learning an even greater technique for free. 

Well, if the reward is making Najjang happy, it’s fine. 

But I still feel a bit guilty. 

“Hm?” 

“Po, Popo.” 

Mahiro tugged on my sleeve, 

then lifted her skirt, revealing clear strings between her thighs. 

At the same time, someone tugged my other sleeve. 

I turned to see- 

“If it’s okay, I’d like to join too. Master, is that alright?” 

“Poo…” 

“………….” 

These busty yokai are really trying to get me going. 

I hugged both of them, and they looked at me with excited faces. 

Well, before the big fight, I might as well warm up. 

Everything was ready. 

I told Najjang this would be the last time. 

She must have prepared herself too. 

I confidently headed to the meeting place and found Najjang sitting in seiza. 

“You’ve finally arrived.” 

Sensing my presence, Najjang opened her eyes, looked up at me, sighed, and stood. 

“If you fail again, I’ll kick you out of here.” 

“Fine, but if you lose, you have to become my onahole.” 

“I promise. If I lose, I’ll become your onahole.” 

With that, the stage was set. 

Now the only question is whether I can break through. 

‘Don’t doubt. Mahiro and Tamamo helped me.’ 

I thought of my practice partners, Mahiro and Tamamo. 

Even now, their voices echoed in my ears. 

-S-stop…♥. I really can’t take any more♥. 

-Pot…♥! Popot♥! 

I thanked them for helping me, 

and faced Najjang, who glared at me with a serious look. 

She sat with the poise of a true samurai. 

But she wouldn’t move-she never had, and she saw no need. 

“Now, this is the end!” 

Suddenly, a huge force crashed over me. 

This was the secret technique of Setsuki-ryu-the secret that had always been out of reach. 

Najjang declared it was over and turned to leave without even checking the result. 

“Najjang, where are you going? It’s not over yet.” 

“Huh? What do you mean…” 

When I called her back, she turned around, confused, 

and was shocked to see my cock hadn’t ejaculated at all. 

Until now, I’d always lost in a single move, but suddenly I’d resisted her technique. 

“Impressive.” 

“Now it’s my turn, right? Hoo…” 

I calmed my mind, like a still lake with not a ripple. 

In that silence, I focused- 

“Hup!” 

“Nngh♥!” 

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! 

I sent a wave toward Najjang, and with a lewd cry, her body collapsed, 

squirting as she fell to her knees. 

But what surprised her more than falling was something else. 

“This technique… How did you learn the secret of Setsuki-ryu?” 

“The secret of Setsuki-ryu is transmitting your intent to the other person.” 

Thoughts, emotions, or will- 

you transmit them to your opponent so their brain believes it’s really happening. 

All this time, my ejaculations were me surrendering to her will. 

But if you know the principle, you can resist. 

“Aren’t you going to attack again?” 

“No, that’s…” 

She trailed off, flustered. 

Normally, I’d wait like a gentleman, 

but this time, I can’t afford to let my guard down-I’ll be ruthless. 

“Hmph!” 

“Nngh♥! Nghook♥! Ohoook♥!” 

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! 

Najjang squirmed and squirted like a cat in heat. 

Until now, I was always on the receiving end, 

but now the tables have turned. 

Time to enjoy Japan’s finest main course.