"My Poor Little Yoshika, did they damage you too badly? You didn't break any limbs, right?"

"No Miss, you praise me for my toughness, remember?"

"I do, but even your appetite might not have been able to handle all of them..."

"It can. You were just hungry."

The hermit laughs. Such a blunt answer, but a correct one. Four girls had come to delay the inevitable, Prince Shoutoku's resurrection. They weren't going to get as far as to defeat her, let alone kill her or worse but the attempt was admirable. When you eat so little for so many years, a good binge like this is the best thing that can happen to you.

"Ugh~... I think they're a little upset, my dear little underling. Do you think you can assist with the digestion?"

"Any reason in particular you didn't want me to take care of them, this way?" the corpse hops over to press her stretched out arms into the thrashing middle.

"I can think of a couple of reasons~..." Seiga glances backward. Her dress was already struggling to cover what's underneath, but her floating doesn't hide anything from the right angle.

From within the stomach the four heroes are being reduced to a meal. Marisa being the fastest was the first one down as the others push her further down into the bottom of the gargantuan organ. Youmu was next and she's in a very compromising position, feeling particularly upset she'll be returning to her mistress in a less-than-whole state. Reimu should have had this covered, but it seems even the invincible shrine maiden wasn't able to handle an opponent this cruel. Sanae? Well, maybe she might have been the reason for their misfortune, trying to edge a win out for herself and her shrine. Only victory she has to herself now is her bountiful chest being pressed into Reimu's face and treating Youmu as her own personal chair...

"Keep squirming girls, I wanna see you die♥..."

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