The One Who Is Exorcised (Pixiv Fanbox)

　Deep within an ancient mountain temple, hidden away in a forbidden storehouse, there was a cursed artifact sealed from the world. It was a crimson Tengu mask with a grotesquely large, bulging eye and a long, thick nose reminiscent of an erect phallus. Radiating a sinister and malevolent aura, the mask exuded such overwhelming demonic power that any ordinary person lacking spiritual power would find their sanity slowly eroded merely by being in its presence.

　Once every fifty years, the seal upon the mask would weaken. In accordance with this cycle, a monk destined to handle the Tengu mask had appeared in each generation of Tenguji Temple. The current abbot, Genkai, was one such man, burdened with that inescapable fate.

　Genkai was a warrior monk past forty. Standing nearly 190 centimeters tall, he possessed broad shoulders, a thick chest, and arms as sturdy as forged steel. Years of rigorous training had honed his body to perfection, and even beneath his monk's robes, the contours of his powerful physique were unmistakable.

　Dark body hair peeked from the collar of his robes, and even when standing silently, he carried a presence so imposing that the very air around him seemed to grow heavier. His face was strikingly handsome in a rugged, mature way—a square jaw adorned with a dignified beard, thick brows, and resolute eyes that radiated strength and wisdom. There was an undeniable charisma about him, a masculine allure capable of captivating not only women, but men as well.

　And yet, despite possessing spiritual power so great that he could almost be called invincible, Genkai had a flaw. It was something that stood in complete opposition to the image of a pure and virtuous monk: an exceptionally powerful sex drive.

　Night after night, he would descend from the mountain and make his way to the pleasure district, where he spent his days pursuing one-night affairs. Each time, his massive body would tremble with desire, and the way he took women with rough, animalistic passion was truly worthy of being called beastly.

　Every woman who shared his bed became captivated by his virility. Even after he was gone, a lingering heat remained deep within their bodies, as though his presence had left an indelible mark upon them.

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"At last, the time has come to break the curse of this mask……"

　Taking a deep breath inside the storehouse, Genkai picked up the Tengu mask and brushed the dust from its surface. Then, chanting a sutra under his breath, he slowly raised it toward his face. Performing an exorcism while directly wearing the cursed object was the most effective method.

　The moment the mask touched his skin, a wave of dizziness washed over him. An overwhelming sense of revulsion surged through his entire body. For an instant, Genkai's body tensed, but he quickly regained his composure and steadied his breathing.

"Namu Daisho Fudo Myoo……"

　As Genkai chanted the sutras, his spiritual power flowed forth from within him. The muscles throughout his body responded subtly, channeling that power in a single stream toward the mask. Yet amid that flow, he sensed a faint irregularity. He was supposed to be pouring his spiritual power into the mask, but instead, it felt as though something was flowing back from the mask into his body. A gentle warmth spread deep within his dantian, and a strange sense of comfort enveloped his entire being…… Even so, Genkai did not stop.

　At length, the mask fell to the floor as if nothing had happened, and the dry sound of its impact echoed through the storehouse.

　At the sight of it, Genkai finally let out a long breath.

"That will have to do for today……"

　Though his voice remained calm, a strange residual warmth lingered within him. A sense of fulfillment and exhilaration, like the feeling that follows intense training, coursed through his body. Yet Genkai took it to be the result of the cursed Tengu mask's resistance—a sign that the purification was progressing.

　He did not realize that this very conclusion was already the first crack in his defenses.

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"I dunno…… hasn't old man Genkai been acting kinda weird lately?"

　Kunen muttered the words while idly scrolling through his smartphone in a room within the kuri, the temple's living quarters.　His legs were stretched out carelessly before him—a posture hardly befitting a novice monk.　Now eighteen years old, little remained of the child he once was. In addition to a large frame that rivaled even Genkai's, his shoulders and arms, built through daily physical labor, were more than a match for those of most young men his age.　His features were less handsome than rugged, and even when he said nothing, he exuded an intimidating aura that kept others at a distance.

　Beside him, Myogen paid no attention to the remark and continued copying sutras in silence. After smoothly guiding the fine tip of his brush across the paper, he paused and lifted his gaze into the air as if deep in thought.

"Come to think of it, he's been touching me a lot lately…… But Master's always looked after us."

With that, Myogen lowered his eyes and resumed writing. Of the three, Myogen was the most ordinary-looking young man. He lacked both flashy features and any particularly distinctive traits. Even so, at twenty-one, he was the oldest among them. Thanks to his gentle nature and diligent personality, he handled both the temple's duties and his studies with quiet competence.

"Master is…… Master."

　From a desk a short distance away, Yugen—who had been working on a report assigned for one of his university classes—cut into the conversation without even looking up. There was a faint edge of irritation in his voice. As if thinking, Here we go again, Kunen let out a sigh and shrugged.

"Hey, I'm not talking trash about your 【old man】."

　Kunen, Myogen, and Yugen had all been children with nowhere else to go. Taken in by Genkai when they were young, they had been raised as though they were his own family. Myogen and Yugen went on to attend Buddhist universities and hoped to become monks in the future. Kunen, on the other hand, had yet to outgrow his rebellious streak and showed little interest in either inheriting the temple or pursuing monastic training.

　Even so, all three of them felt a deep sense of gratitude toward Genkai. That was precisely why none of them would openly confront him about the strange changes they had noticed lately.

　Yugen, too, had become aware of the changes in Genkai. In fact, of the three, he had been the first to sense that something was wrong.

　Keeping his slender frame turned toward the desk, Yugen paused his hands above the keyboard and fixed his gaze on the corner of the room. There was nothing there—or so it would seem. But Yugen could see it. Ever since the day his parents' lives were taken by an evil spirit when he was a child, he had possessed the ability to see things beyond the realm of ordinary humans.

　Even now, a hazy shadow clung to Genkai's back. A crimson-black face. A grotesquely long nose resembling a human's cock. Wide, unblinking eyes. It looked exactly like the Tengu mask said to be sealed away in the temple's storehouse. Hovering behind Genkai, the shadow silently surveyed its surroundings. From time to time, it would drift forward and overlap with Genkai's face, a slow smile spreading across its features.

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　In the beginning, Genkai had faced the Tengu mask with unwavering resolve.

──A malevolent cursed object that must be infused with spiritual power once every fifty years.

　He never once doubted that purifying it was the very reason he had been born—the duty he was destined to fulfill. No matter how powerful the supernatural entity that emerged might be, he believed he would ultimately exorcise it through the strength of his own spiritual power. It was that sense of pride and responsibility that led him to the storehouse time and time again.

　Genkai assumed that the strange exhilaration he felt only while wearing the mask, as well as the sensation of power surging up from deep within his body, was simply the result of his own spiritual power clashing with the demonic energy that had been sealed away for so many years. In fact, he even came to believe that these positive reactions were proof that the purification was progressing smoothly.

　Amid those daily rituals, the changes began so gradually that he scarcely noticed them. The moment he awoke each morning, the image of the Tengu mask would surface in his mind. While chanting sutras, while eating, even while speaking with his disciples, part of his attention remained fixed on the storehouse.

(I'll perform the exorcism again today. Perhaps I'll be able to purify it even further this time──.)

　The frequency of the exorcisms increased with each passing day. What had begun as a once-daily ritual became twice a day, morning and evening. Before long, he had added a session at midday as well.

　Before he knew it, whenever he found even a moment to spare, he was making his way to the storehouse to take the mask into his hands. The instant he put it on, an overwhelming sense of euphoria welled up deep within his chest, and the contours of the world around him seemed to sharpen into vivid clarity. His mind grew calm, as though he had attained enlightenment, and an indescribable feeling of fulfillment spread throughout his entire being.

　Before long, even the people who regularly visited the temple began to comment on the changes in Genkai. Yet no one believed that anything bad was happening to him. The Genkai they had always known was a bold and larger-than-life man. He laughed heartily, drank heavily, and sometimes went into town to have sex with women. Lately, however, he had become strangely composed.

　He seemed calmer than before. Surely his spiritual training had simply reached a deeper level—that was how those around him interpreted the change.

　Only one person saw things differently. Yugen alone remained unconvinced.

　To Yugen's spiritually attuned eyes, the shadow of the Tengu hovering behind Genkai was growing darker and more distinct with each passing day. At first, it had been nothing more than a vague outline. Now, however, its features had become so clear that he could make out every detail of its face. Most terrifying of all was the fact that, at times, the shadow would cling to Genkai's face as though it belonged there. It no longer looked as if the Tengu were merely possessing him. Rather, it seemed to exist as a natural part of Genkai's own body──.

　Genkai, however, noticed nothing. If anything, he had begun to feel that both his body and mind were in better condition than ever before. One day, he put on the mask and began the exorcism early in the morning, only to remain shut away in the storehouse for more than half the day. When he finally emerged, his expression was blissful and entranced, as though he were completely fulfilled. He was enveloped in the kind of happiness one might imagine on the face of a person who had taken a step closer to the enlightenment he had pursued for so many years.

　Everyone around him was impressed by the change they saw in Genkai. Yugen alone felt a chill run down his spine. Behind Genkai, the Tengu's shadow wore the very same smile.

　Before long, the exorcism of the Tengu mask began to take precedence over both sutra chanting and his spiritual training. Genkai would head for the storehouse before the sun had even fully risen. He had yet to notice that the crotch of his robes was visibly swollen.

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"The purification is finally entering its final stage."

　Standing at the center of the waterfall basin, Genkai murmured the words quietly to himself.

　It had already been a month since he began exorcising the Tengu mask. The seasons had shifted, and the greenery of the mountains had grown deeper and more vibrant. The roaring water of the falls burst into white spray, scattering through the air and glittering in the morning sunlight.

　At that early hour, before anyone else at the temple had risen, the only sound echoing through the mountains was the thunder of the waterfall. Taking a deep breath, Genkai closed his eyes.

　Frigid water crashed down from above, relentlessly striking his broad shoulders and powerful back. The icy torrent would have made an ordinary person shiver within moments, yet Genkai did not so much as flinch. Each time he chanted the sutras while focusing his strength in his dantian, the spiritual power coursing through his body grew ever sharper.

　Everything was proceeding smoothly. The demonic energy dwelling within the Tengu mask was weakening—or at least, that was what Genkai believed. That was why he was certain it would end today. The day had finally come to bring his long struggle against the cursed object to a close.

　But Genkai did not know. Deep within his body, another presence was smiling.

(Ah……, at long last……♥)

　The Tengu could no longer contain his delight. It had been a long—far too long—span of years.

　Sealed away and forgotten, he had spent five hundred years in the darkness of the storehouse. During that time, he had encountered countless monks, yet none of their bodies had been worthy of him. But at last, the perfect vessel had appeared. A man earnest to the point of foolishness, blessed with boundless vitality. Because his will was so strong, his weaknesses had been all the easier to exploit—so much so that he could no longer recognize his own descent──.

　Through the repeated exorcisms, the Tengu's demonic power had already permeated every part of Genkai's body, gradually returning to the strength he had once possessed at his peak. That power had spread through every vein in Genkai's body, seeped into the spaces between his muscles, and taken root all the way to the tip of his manhood.

　By now, whenever Genkai fell asleep, the Tengu was able to control Genkai's body freely—albeit only for a few brief minutes at a time. The Tengu easily manipulated the fingers on Genkai's hands and feet, then stood before a mirror, caressing his square jaw with fascination. Stretching out Genkai's log-like arms, the Tengu kneaded Genkai's massive chest with those large, rugged hands. At times, the Tengu would even roughly stroke Genkai's enormous penis, pumping it back and forth. Yet, perhaps because the Tengu was not the true owner of the body, he could never bring 【him】 to ejaculation.

　The Tengu felt no need to rush. Deep within Genkai's body, he licked his lips in anticipation. Compared to the centuries he had already endured, this past month had passed in the blink of an eye. More than ninety percent of Genkai's body had already fallen under the Tengu's control. Now, only the final move remained.

(Today, I shall finally claim every last part of you……♥♥)

　Standing beneath the pounding waterfall, Genkai slowly opened his eyes.

　Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the trees, shimmering beyond the mist of the waterfall. The sight was strangely beautiful. Deep within his chest, Genkai felt a distinct sense of exhilaration. It was a feeling akin to absolute certainty—the conviction that all of his efforts were finally about to be rewarded.

　Before he realized it, the corners of his mouth had begun to curl upward. It could have been taken for the smile of a monk on the verge of victory, yet there was something subtly uncharacteristic about it. Invisible to anyone lacking spiritual power, the Tengu's shadow was pressed perfectly over Genkai's face.

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　The final exorcism was to be conducted in the main hall, the most sacred place in the temple.

　Around the time the sun reached its highest point, a heavy, oppressive atmosphere began to settle over the mountain. Thick clouds blanketed the sky, and hardly a breeze stirred the air. Even so, it was nothing worth worrying about.

　As he purified himself for the ritual, Genkai let out a slow, measured breath. One month. It had felt both long and fleeting. The purification of the evil Tengu mask—a feat that even the previous abbots had failed to accomplish—would finally be completed today. The thought alone made his heart swell with anticipation.

"Sorry to keep you waiting!"

　When Genkai entered the main hall, his three disciples were already gathered before the altar. Myogen sat upright in formal seiza posture, his expression calm and composed. Kunen, meanwhile, looked thoroughly bored as he absentmindedly picked at his ear. Only Yugen wore a tense, rigid expression, but Genkai paid it little mind.

　Resting atop the altar was the Tengu mask. Its large eyes and unnaturally long nose once struck him as nothing but sinister. Yet now, he felt a strange sense of familiarity toward it. Perhaps it was only natural, after having confronted it for so long. Thinking this, Genkai stepped forward and took his place before the altar.

　Astonishingly, the only things he wore were a pristine white fundoshi, a pair of tabi socks, and a set of prayer beads. Droplets of water still clung to his body from the waterfall training he had just completed, slowly tracing their way across his broad chest and over the bulging muscles of his shoulders. Under ordinary circumstances, it would have been a deeply unusual sight.

　Yet neither Myogen nor Kunen sensed anything amiss. To them, their abbot was simply performing the final exorcism ritual. That was all. After being exposed to the Tengu's demonic power for so long, the perceptions of the two young monks—mere trainees without any special spiritual abilities—had gradually grown dulled.

　Kneeling before the altar, Genkai carefully lifted the Tengu mask into his hands.

(At last, I've come this far.)

　A feeling akin to accomplishment welled up within him.

"It's finally over……!"

　The words were spoken to no one in particular, yet they carried unmistakable confidence and joy. In a few moments, he would completely purge the Tengu mask of its malevolent energy, and the purification would be complete. His mission would finally be fulfilled—or so he believed.

　As he brought the mask closer to his face, its cold surface brushed against his skin. It should have felt the same as always, yet something was different. It felt far more natural than before. The instant that thought crossed his mind, the Tengu mask clung tightly to his face, as though it had been drawn onto him by an irresistible force.

"Ahe♥♥"

　A torrent of the Tengu's demonic power, amplified to its absolute peak, surged through Genkai's body, overwhelming every vein and every cell of his powerful physique. Genkai's body jerked violently, yet he made no attempt to resist. If anything, his body seemed to welcome it, gradually relaxing as it surrendered to the flood of power. A deep warmth spread through his dantian, but he failed to notice that the demonic energy was flowing steadily all the way down into his cock.

(At last……♥ At long last……♥♥)

　Under normal circumstances, he would have begun chanting sutras. Instead, the words that escaped Genkai's lips were anything but those of a monk.

"Kunen, lick my cock, and Myogen, lick my nipples♥"

　Genkai grabbed the edge of his fundoshi and pulled it down without hesitation. His already hard cock sprang out forcefully, but he stood there proudly, showing no shame. By now, the Tengu was controlling more than half of Genkai's brain at will. With most of his mind thoroughly manipulated by another, Genkai was convinced that having his disciple suck his massive cock—which arched so high it seemed it might touch his abs—was the proper purification ritual for the Tengu mask.

　Kunen seemed momentarily taken aback by the sudden command, but his expression immediately turned vacant. As he knelt before Genkai, a manly, fully erect penis towered before him. A clear fluid was already oozing from the tip of Genkai's glans, its distinctive scent stinging his nostrils. Even so, Kunen did not hesitate to take that massive cock into his mouth.

　Similarly, Myogen brought his face close to Genkai's nipple. His expression, too, was somewhat dazed. With his lips slightly opened, he sucked on the swollen nipple.

"Oh……, excellent……♥ Just as I would expect from my sons♥♥"

　Though his body writhed beneath the overwhelming pleasure, Genkai tried to begin chanting the sutras. What spilled from his lips instead was a vulgar incantation passed down among the Tengu.

"Let a man's cock and nipples rise to full hardness♥ Make a monk climax, and the temple becomes a male den, a paradise of wine and flesh♥ The Tengu's feast awaits♥"

　The instant Genkai uttered the chant, the atmosphere changed. A damp, sweat-like odor spread through the air, and an oppressive heaviness descended upon the main hall, as though invisible walls had closed in around it. The flames of the oil lamps set before the altar began to flicker despite the complete absence of wind.

"Now, Yugen…… you shall be the one to strike the finishing blow♥"

　Genkai pulled his cock out of Kunen's mouth, spread his arms wide, and grinned eerily. But in the very next moment, he cried out in a deep, booming voice.

"Nghhhhhh!! What have I done?! Damn it…… I can't control my body……!!"

　The anguished cry of the powerful man echoed throughout the main hall. Perhaps, just as the Tengu stood on the verge of fully possessing Genkai's body, an opening had appeared—allowing his mind to regain its senses. Genkai himself was the one most shocked to hear those words leave his own mouth.

　For the past month, he had believed with absolute conviction that everything he was doing was right. He had thought he was merely fulfilling the duty passed down through the temple's lineage, carrying out the purification of a sealed cursed object. Each time he put on the mask, his mind felt lighter, his worldly distractions seemed to fade away, and he had taken it all as proof that his spiritual power was growing stronger.

　Only now did he finally understand. That sense of relief, that exhilaration—every bit of it had been part of the Tengu's trap.

　Desperately, Genkai tried to force his body to move. He struggled to raise his arms, to clench his fingers into fists. But his muscles refused to obey. The powerful body he had spent years forging through relentless training had now become a prison, trapping his very soul within it.

　Genkai had faced countless demons and evil spirits over the years, yet he had never known terror like this. If the enemy stood before him, he could fight. But now, the enemy was inside him. The Tengu had already burrowed deep into his flesh and blood, taking root throughout every part of his body. The moment he truly grasped that reality, a chill ran down his spine.

"Y-Yugen…… if anyone can do it, it's you…… You have spiritual power…… Please, tear this Tengu mask off me with your own hands!!"

　As his desperate gaze searched for help, his eyes met Yugen's.

　For a brief moment, Genkai felt a surge of relief. There was still a light of reason in Yugen's eyes. Unlike the other disciples, Yugen possessed spiritual power. Genkai believed that he—and he alone—could save him. But in the very next moment, that hope was shattered. It was because Yugen, who had been moving closer, began to suck on Genkai's erect cock.

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"S-stop it, Yugen! Why are you sucking my cock……, ugh……♥"

　He couldn't make sense of it. Unlike Kunen and Myogen, judging by Yugen's expression, he seemed to be in his right mind. However, the way he sucked Genkai's cock was just like a monkey savoring its favorite banana.

　Whether he was aware of Genkai's confusion or not, Yugen continued to perform a skillful blowjob. He moved his head vigorously back and forth to stimulate the entire length of the penis, curled the tip of his tongue to tickle the frenulum, and licked carefully along the coronal ridge.

"Aaaah♥ Please, stop, stop……♥ Stop sucking my cockkkk♥♥♥"

　Genkai let out a groan. Yet the sound forced from his throat had somehow transformed into a sweet, sensual moan. As Yugen, imbued with spiritual power, meticulously stimulated Genkai's cock, the Tengu's demonic energy intensified, gradually eroding Genkai's mind.

　If he gave in and reached climax, the Tengu would surely take complete control of his body. That was what his instincts told him. And so, he desperately tried to hold out. However, Yugen's blowjob was more skillful than he could have imagined. As Yugen gently massaged Genkai's scrotum while licking the tip of his cock with a sticky, sensual motion, a pleasure so intense it felt like his lower body was melting enveloped him.

"Uhehe……♥ Keep it up, Yugen. Use that mouth of yours to make this body—make 【me】—come♥♥"

　Gripping Yugen's head with both hands, he raced up the stairs to climax. As he had ordered moments earlier, Kunen and Myogen each took one of his nipples into their mouths, rolling them with the tips of their tongues and sucking them hard. Overwhelmed by the pleasure of being stimulated in three places at once, Genkai instinctively threw his head back.

　The moment his fear was overwhelmed by pleasure, his scrotum—filled to the brim with semen from his prolonged abstinence—lifted, and his testicles contracted, preparing to release a torrent of thick semen all at once.

"Ahh……♥"

　The slender thread that had sustained Genkai's resolve finally gave way with a sharp snap. A scalding, milky fluid surged up his urethra, and his rock-hard penis convulsed violently. The impact was overwhelming. In an instant, it washed his mind blank, and the power to control his body was completely wrested away by the Tengu.

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"O-ohhh…… ohoooohhh♥ Ngh♥ I'm cummingggg!! At last—at long last, I'm free♥♥ This is the best……♥ This pleasure♥♥ Fuhihihi……♥ Blowjobs♥ Nipple licking♥ It's far too obscene♥ What shameless indecency for a monk♥"

　It was his first ejaculation in five hundred years. And not just any ejaculation—he had achieved it after stealing the body of the very human who had sought to destroy him. The pleasure was unimaginably sweet to the Tengu. Drool staining the corners of his mouth, he lingered for a while in the afterglow of his climax before using his demonic power to create something resembling a plate. It had a smooth surface, devoid of any decoration or color—a pure white mask.

　Grinning, the Tengu pressed the mask over the tip of his still-rigid penis.

"Now this incomparable body belongs to me alone♥♥"

　The moment he made that declaration, another torrent of semen burst forth from the tip of his massive erection, soaking the mask. As soon as the mixture of demonic power, spiritual power, and semen had completely permeated its surface, the mask began to ripple slowly.

　The center of the mask bulged outward, forming the bridge of a nose. The indentations deepened into eye sockets, and thick eyebrows emerged above them. Its once-rounded contours were forcibly carved away, transforming into a square jawline. Gradually, the entire mask took on the color of human skin. Finally, a flush of red spread across its lips. What appeared before him was a mask that looked exactly like Genkai's face.

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"This is your reward for keeping my existence a secret all this time♥"

　Though caught off guard, Yugen accepted the mask the Tengu held out to him with trembling hands. It was unmistakably Genkai's face. The thick eyebrows, the resolute gaze, the well-defined nose, the dignified contours—every feature of the master he had looked up to since childhood had been reproduced with uncanny precision, as though it belonged to a living person.

"Come now, put it on already. Is this not what you have desired all along?"

　Genkai was both Yugen's master and his adoptive father—the man who had taken him in because of the spiritual power he possessed. The image of Genkai's broad back, seen on that horrific day in Yugen's childhood when evil spirits murdered his parents, had forever shaped his desires. As the years passed, admiration gradually twisted into something deeper. Now, Yugen loved Genkai. And it was not merely filial affection—it was a love bound up with desire.

　He had often indulged in fantasies of one day taking Genkai into his arms, but he had never wished to become Genkai himself. And yet──.

　Yugen's fingertips slowly brushed against the edge of the mask. The instant he touched it, he was struck by the sensation that all the blood in his body had begun to boil. He knew at once. This was no ordinary mask. It had been created from the intertwining of Genkai's spiritual power and the Tengu's demonic energy. Merely touching it was enough to send a numbing thrill deep into his mind, stirring an overwhelming excitement within him.

　Yugen swallowed hard. Then, in the very next moment, as though compelled by an unseen force, he brought the mask toward his face.

(S-stop, Yugen…… Don't let the Tengu's voice deceive you……!)

　Yugen thought he could hear Genkai's desperate cries coming from within the mask, yet he showed no reaction. The moment the surface of the mask touched his forehead, it began to melt into his skin. He could feel the strange sensation—neither warm nor cold—crawling across his flesh as it gradually spread to cover his entire face. It was not unpleasant. On the contrary, it felt strangely comforting.

　The boundary between the mask and his skin began to disappear. The position of his cheekbones shifted, and the contours of his jaw broadened. The shape of his forehead was slowly rewritten. In the briefest of moments, Yugen's face beneath the mask that looked exactly like Genkai began to transform, reshaping itself to match the features of the mask.

"Ku-kuhahaha! This is only the beginning, Yugen!"

　The Tengu's delighted laughter echoed inside his head. As though responding to that voice, the mask expanded its reach, flowing down over Yugen's neck, covering his shoulders, and spreading across his chest. It crept over him as if it possessed a will of its own, enveloping his body. Trapped within a suffocating sensation, as though sealed inside a cocoon, Yugen could feel his body changing little by little.

　The bones throughout his body began to reshape themselves with a series of creaks and groans. Then, as though responding to Yugen's love, the muscles of the man he adored—Genkai—began to wrap themselves around his slender frame. His skin stretched, fat settled into new places, and muscle swelled beneath the surface. Little by little, his body drew closer to becoming Genkai's.

"Ah……, ahhh……!! Yugennnnn……♥♥♥"

　As Genkai's consciousness merged with Yugen's body, the voice of his heart spilled from Yugen's lips. Yugen rejoiced as his own body transformed into that of Genkai himself.

　At the same time, tears streamed down his face as he realized he had become one with the man he loved, climaxing as his new cock released its load.

"From today on, this body is mine…… 【I】 am Genkai, the abbot of Tenguji Temple……! Nnngghhhh!! I'm cumming from this burly monk's huge cock~~~♥♥♥"

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　From that day onward, feasts were held at Tenguji Temple almost every night. The only sounds echoing through the main hall were vulgar laughter, obscene wet noises, and bestial moans. Though the temple stood far from any village, rugged men drawn by the Tengu's demonic aura flocked to the main hall, each eager to claim the bodies of the two "Genkais" for himself.

　Having made Genkai's body his own, the Tengu bestowed his mercy upon them all equally. The lust of the being who now possessed both Genkai's spiritual power and the Tengu's demonic power was inexhaustible. No matter how much seed was drained from him, his manhood never softened. Even after taking on more than a dozen partners in a single day, there was still no sign of his vigor fading.

　And Yugen, now bearing a body identical to his, used his powerful physique to satisfy the desires of the lustful men who came seeking them. Even now, within the depths of his own body, Genkai continued to call out desperately to his son, Yugen.

──Ah…… my beloved master, my beloved father♥

　Each time the man he loved most cried out for salvation from within him, Yugen's twisted desires were fulfilled more completely than ever before.

"Well then, shall we begin tonight's festivities, 【me】?"

"Yes, let's begin, 【me】."

　Facing each other, the two men—so identical they could have passed for twin brothers—rubbed their equally erect cocks together and entwined their identical tongues in a hungry, ravenous kiss.

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