Another nice little story from Number2 showing us a female’s way to answer an ancient dilema…. Harems!
“How can I have a piece of my loved one if there’s not enough of him to physically go around for all his lovers, and him having eight arms and penises growing out of his skin not being an option?” you may ask….
Well, Saori’s answer is simple, clone him into an army of orgiastic fiends and let him submit you to his needs! or yours for that matter!
Aside from side effects like exhaustion, shortness of breath, being in a perpetual daze or the random pregnancy or two, you’ll have plenty of him without having to worry about sharing!
#663: (C84) [Number2 (Takuji)] Everybody Shares their Love (Ore no Imouto ga Konna ni Kawaii Wake ga Nai)
OreImo girls live for cooking, cleaning and sex. Perfect medieval women.
What should have really happened in the Oreimo animu and the Novels… Oh well at least we have this and the PSP games to counteract that bittersweet taste left in your mouth.
Textless Version will be here soon as well, for those who find text distracting when fapping!
Now with a Textless Version for you all!
Collab with Afro Scans.
For this 81th Comiket, Takuji-sama graced us with an awesome FULL COLOR Ore no Imouto doujin! This augurs well for year 2012!
Kousaka is diligently and (tho)roughly testing Kirino and her two best friends’ bodies before they make their “idol” debut. While Kirino remains as tsundere as ever, Kanako is more openly happy about swallowing liters of sperm (and not only that) with her mouth and pussy! And then comes the shy and super polite handcuffed Ayase…
Please enjoy this great work
Wrath: Kirino approaches her brother for another consultation during a hot summer day. Needless to say, the heat isn’t only in the air. I was bullied into this by Noel…
Altereggo: This has been sitting around for almost a year. Noel dropped it because “Kirino makes me sadface. =<”. You know what makes me sadface Noel? Cleaning up other people’s shit, especially when that shit is full of fucking hearts and text spilling out of bubbles. No hard feelings, dearie, but to quote Wrath’s script notes: “I HATE YOU FOR THIS, NOEL!”