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父と白鳥(Father and the Swan) P50
🕑 Added 2025-03-18 03:00:05 +0000 UTC薄暗い部屋に蝋燭の揺らめく光が静かに広がり、湿った空気には微かな熱気が漂っていた。作也は穏やかに微笑み、征士郎の肩越しにその若々しい瞳を覗き込む。好六は猿轡を噛みしめ、赤く染まった蝋が肌に絡みつく苦悶と快楽に身を委ねていた。
作也
征士郎、来月の祭りのことは知っておるな？
(声には深い知恵と威厳が宿り、蝋燭を手に持つ征士郎の手を優しく導く。)
征士郎
はい、先生。毎年恒例のどぶろく漢祭りでございますね。歳を重ねたたくましい街の男たちが、濁り酒を手に神輿を担ぎ、街中を駆け抜ける賑わい。
その男たちの熱狂と力強さ、そして荒々しい勢いは、どれだけ見ても心を奪われます。 それが何か？
(征士郎は目を輝かせ、懐かしさと敬意を込めて答える。)
(どぶろく漢祭り——自家製の濁り酒を神に捧げ、村人たちがそれを分け合い飲む秋の祭り。この地がかつて農村だった名残として、豊作への感謝と翌年の豊穣を祈願し、酔いしれ笑い合う姿が伝統となっあていた。)
作也
その通り。そして今年は、その祭りの後に後祭がある。
おっと、ほら、こうするともっと良い。(作也は蝋燭を傾け、好六の肌に一滴落とす。背後から征士郎の手を支えながら、静かに語りかける。)
好六
んんぅぅぐ！ ぁぁぅっ！
(好六の声が部屋に響き、蝋の熱に身を震わせる。)
征士郎
後祭、ですか？
(征士郎は好六の反応に目を奪われつつ、作也の言葉に首を傾げる。)
作也
白也が十八となり、この家の当主として正式に跡継ぎの座に就く儀式だ。
そのために征士郎、お前にも力を貸してほしい。協力してくれるか？
(作也の声は穏やかだが、期待と圧が混じり合う。)
征士郎
そんな、先生のお頼みとあらば、もちろん承ります！ ただ、一体どのようなお手伝いをすればよいのでしょう？
(征士郎は胸を張り、真剣な眼差しで作也を見つめる。)
作也
単刀直入に言うぞ。
源三と好六には、後祭の宴で肉の供物となってもらう。
(作也は低い声で語り、蝋燭を手に持つ征士郎の手をさらに導き、好六の反応を見せる。)
征士郎
肉の供物？
(征士郎は眉を寄せ、言葉の意味を探るように呟く。)
作也
ああ、祭りで荒々しく興奮に満ちた血気盛んな男たち——熱気が頂点に達し、精力が溢れんばかりの絶倫の衆。その瞬間の、ゆうに百人分の男たちが吐き出す精を集め、神に捧ぐための種壺となってもらうのだ。
(作也の言葉が部屋に重く響き、静寂が落ちる。)
征士郎
！！？
(征士郎は息を呑み、驚愕と恐怖が混じった表情で凍りつく。だが、その瞳の奥には微かな光が宿り、何かを悟ったような色が浮かぶ。)
それは…つまり、父上と好六兄さんが、百もの男たちに輪姦される、ということでしょうか？
(声は震え、恐怖と驚きが滲むが、目の奥に宿る光はどこか好奇と覚悟を帯びている。)
作也
ああ、そうなるな。どうだ？ 手伝ってもらえるか？
(作也は征士郎の表情を見据え、静かに問いかける。)
The dim room glowed faintly with the flickering candlelight, the damp air carrying a subtle warmth. Sakuya smiled gently, peering over Seishiro’s shoulder into his youthful eyes. Kouroku, gagged, surrendered to the torment and ecstasy as red wax clung to his skin.
Sakuya
“Seishiro, you know about the festival next month, don’t you?”
(His voice carried deep wisdom and authority as he gently guided Seishiro’s hand holding the candle.)
Seishiro
“Yes, Master. It’s the annual Doburoku men’s festival, isn’t it? The sturdy, seasoned men of the town carry mikoshi with cloudy sake in hand, racing through the streets in a lively uproar.
Their fervor, strength, and wild energy never fail to captivate me, no matter how many times I see it. Is there something about it?”
(Seishiro’s eyes sparkled with nostalgia and respect as he responded.)
(The Doburoku men’s festival—a remnant of this land’s rural past, villagers share homemade sake in thanks for a bountiful harvest, praying for another year of plenty. It’s a joyful tradition filled with drunken laughter.)
Sakuya
“That’s right. And this year, a ‘later festival’ follows it.
Oh, wait—here, like this is better.” (Sakuya tilts the candle, letting a drop fall onto Kouroku’s skin, supporting Seishiro’s hand from behind as he speaks softly.)
Kouroku
“Nnnugh! Aaaah!”
(Kouroku’s voice echoed through the room, his body trembling from the heat of the wax.)
Seishiro
“A later festival, you say?”
(Seishiro’s gaze lingered on Kouroku’s reaction, tilting his head at Sakuya’s words.)
Sakuya
“It’s the ceremony where Hakuya, turning eighteen, is formally named heir and master of this house.
For that, Seishiro, I need your help. Will you lend me your strength?”
(Sakuya’s tone was calm yet laced with expectation and pressure.)
Seishiro
“If it’s a request from you, Master, I’ll gladly accept! But what kind of assistance should I provide?”
(Seishiro straightened up, meeting Sakuya with a earnest gaze.)
Sakuya
“I’ll be blunt.
Genzo and Kouroku will serve as the ‘flesh offerings’ at the later festival banquet.”
(Sakuya spoke in a low voice, guiding Seishiro’s hand further as he observed Kouroku’s response.)
Seishiro
“Flesh offerings?”
(Seishiro furrowed his brow, murmuring as he pondered the meaning.)
Sakuya
“Yes, the wild, blood-boiling men filled with excitement from the festival—their heat at its peak, their vigor overflowing with unrestrained lust. They’ll become vessels, collecting the essence spilled by over a hundred men, to be offered to the gods.”
(Sakuya’s words hung heavily in the room, followed by a deep silence.)
Seishiro
“!!?”
(Seishiro gasped, his face frozen in a mix of shock and fear. Yet, a faint light glimmered in his eyes, hinting at a dawning realization.)
“So… does that mean Father and Kouroku-nii will be ravished by a hundred men?”
(His voice trembled with fear and astonishment, though the light in his eyes carried a trace of curiosity and resolve.)
Sakuya
“Aye, that’s how it will be. So, what say you? Will you help?”
(Sakuya fixed his gaze on Seishiro, posing the question with quiet intensity.)
Comments
YUNUKOPI
Thank youuu! 😍✨ I'm so glad you noticed the color symbolism again! And yeah, the "festival after the festival" is definitely going to be wild—things are heating up fast. I'm excited for you to see what's coming next! 😈🔥
Symphony
Ohhhh the color symbolism is backkk~ the festival after the festival is going to be so wild, thank you for the amazing chapter~ 😄
YUNUKOPI
Thanks so much! 🍑😍 I'm really glad you enjoyed Seishiro’s developing sadism—especially that moment where he and his master team up to tease Kouroku. I had fun drawing those shiny big butts too, so I’m thrilled you liked them! It's an honor hearing this is your new favorite page.😊✨
FrE3Lii
I'm REALLY Enjoying this Page a lot and for a lot of different reasons! From the intimate and growing Master/Pupil Bond between Seishiro and Sakuya, Sakuya slowly nurturing the "Mean-Green" Gene faintly glowing in Both their Eyes and Sei's Heart? Seishiro butt-naked getting turned on and drooling from teasing Kouroku together with his Master and all the wet and shiny Big Butts up top! This is my Current New Favorite Page! 🍑😍👌
