Ahn-ahn Mod 1.7.7 Patch (3)

"Keheng♡ You. Mate with me."

Eirin had changed.

To quote Luke, she had been patched into a form that suited the mod.

Traces of her past lingered only faintly in her face and voice; everything else was a world away from the woman Hans had known.

Rage and desperate groans forced their way past his lips, but they held not the slightest interest for his former wife.

"Kyaat♡ Your cock smells incredible. That thick, stale stench makes my pussy throb♡ Sniff sniff♡"

Sticky mating with the man who had turned her into a werewolf. Coupling with that male who would violently, roughly crush her cunt-flesh and plant his seed so she could bear pups. Remaining faithful to the new patch notes that now ruled her mind, to the freshly injected prompts. What she wanted was simple — and, to someone, utterly cruel.

"Keheng♡ Thick, filthy beast-cock scent has been registered as input♡ Injected new prompt [Heat-Crazed Bitch Begging for Cock] is now active♡ Discharging heat-fluid once. Gonna wag my tail to show affection to you, the male, and shake my ass to ramp up the mating urge♡"

—Squelch, squelch!

"Effect confirmed! Male, your cock just got hotter. Pack Mother [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672] can tell! Newly installed [Mating Signal] prompt returned the result that the male's cock getting bigger and harder means he's horny for the female and wants to pump her womb full♡"

Because debug mode was still on, Eirin was voicing things she should never have been able to perceive — but Luke didn't care in the slightest.

If anything, he looked more satisfied as he pinched and kneaded her perked wolf ears.

"Hah hah…♡ Male is touching my ears. Male, confirmed that [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672] is to your liking. [Mating Signal] prompt processed that input as the male accepting mating with [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672]. Within twenty seconds, provide an input value appropriate to [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672]'s [Bitch's Attitude Toward Cock] action file♡"

"And if I don't?"

"Uuungh♡ Don't tease me! If you don't give a suitable input within twenty seconds… the [Rape the Refusing Male] behavior pattern will activate♡ I'll rip those pants right off. And then heh heh…♡ The male's cock will be forcibly claimed by [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672]♡"

The mere thought seemed to thrill her; she twisted her body, panting out breath hot enough to see with the naked eye. She didn't forget to rub her cheek against his crotch, soaking herself in the male's scent like a pillow.

"Her newly redefined definition files and prompts keep issuing commands, and she feels pleasure every time she executes them. A simple method, and a remarkably effective one."

"Kh… Stop talking in riddles only you understand…"

"To put it simply: above every behavior file and auto-prompt currently written into Eirin sits a main behavior file. When she carries out a command according to a prompt or ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠form, she feels pleasure; when she feels pleasure, she demands more input. That is the Pleasure Reception Loop."

"Male is smart. Every time [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672] acts according to the prompt, it feels good♡ To feel good again, more input is required♡ So Pack Mother [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672] will keep returning results according to the [Pleasure Reception Loop]♡"

"Eirin…"

Offering the hollow comfort that this was the greatest possible blessing for a woman redesigned to live by physical pleasure alone, Luke undid the belt at his waist.

Anticipation flooded the heat-crazed wolf's eyes. Her ears pricked at the sound of his zipper coming down.

When the two layers of bothersome cloth fell away, the male organ she so desperately craved was revealed in all its glory.

Easily over a foot long — well past thirty centimeters — it slapped down against her soft cheek like a blow, but she didn't mind in the least.

"Heeek…♡ It's huge… Male's thing is really huge."

Face split in a grin like a girl meeting her first love, Eirin savored it carefully, slowly, exactly as her prompts dictated.

This was no mere tasting with the mouth.

Her two eyes gazed in awe at its masculine form; her flaring nostrils drank in the thick, rank male scent. At the same time she received the warmth that transferred whenever her flushed cheek brushed against it, and she went into heat listening to the desire-soaked moans spilling from her own lips.

Savoring with every sense — all five of them.

It was more than enough to drag every last instinct out of Eirin.

"Open [Bitch's Attitude Toward Cock] action file. File seventeen, [Fellatio], output [Male Genital Warm-Up] behavior pattern. Repeat count: ten. Activate auto-prompt."

"[NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672] has opened [Bitch's Attitude Toward Cock]. Searching file seventeen… Found [Fellatio]. Commencing [Male Genital Warm-Up], ten repetitions."

The instant the command dropped, Eirin began carefully licking Luke's cock.

Every time her spit slicked over it, a twitch traveled up through her tongue.

"Male's cock twitched. That means [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672]'s [Male Genital Warm-Up] action is satisfactory! Repeat one, complete. Status ailment [Heat] stacked to four. Returning to start and repeating. Satisfying a male's cock is a female's basic accomplishment. I'll coat it even more carefully with my scent. Slurp…♡"

"Hans, your wife's blowjob technique is something else. Even with the action files installed, the naturalness and skill vary a little from NPC to NPC. Ray still has a bit of residual lag every time she outputs a blowjob, whereas Arca runs smooth as silk."

"You son of a bitch…"

"Eirin ranks pretty high among all the bitches I've patched so far. What, was your wife a whore who sold her body to male guests at the inn? Ngh! Fuck… that's tight as hell."

"Male, who is this 'Eirin' you've been talking about? Pack Mother [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672] is personally licking the male's cock and you're thinking about some other female — that pisses me off! Behavior prompt [Rape the Refusing Male] activating!"

"Whoops, she's even forgotten her own name. The patch is mostly done, so I'll restore the original name in place of the temporary code."

Luke flicked his hand, and the laptop that had been sitting on the table teleported into his palm.

"Replace [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672] value with Eirin. Output all forms inside the [Mating] action file."

A few light keystrokes, and the text on Eirin's status window began to rewrite itself.

"Kghgh♡ [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672] definition, deleting… deleting… deleting… deletion complete. From now on, this Pack Mother specimen's name is Eirin♡ Input received from male. [Mating] action file opened. Outputting number one, [Handjob], first."

The space that had once been filled with a married couple's memories was defiled.

—Slap slap slap slap

"Number one file [Handjob], all internal behavior patterns output complete. Sniff sniff…♡ Male's cock-juice is all over Eirin's hands. So happy…♡ Outputting [Gratitude Toward Male] prompt. Thank you for investing such fine semen into this female with a big splat, male♡ Now go dump even more male cock-juice into this bitch's breeding hole."

In place of a tender voice, a lewd beast's cry.

"Keheeng…♡ Cock's inside…♡ Analyzing registered male cock… Analysis complete. It's a king cock♡ Eirin, currently mating with king cock, currently mating. Outputting behavior pattern [Squeeze Male Cock]."

—Schlick schlick schlick

The sound of flesh striking flesh.

"Haang…♡ Ang… aaang…♡ Eirin loves mating with the male more than anything♡ If you're born a female, you have to breed with a superior male and slap your pussy around. Raising calculation values so the male gets hornier and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠makes more baby-juice. Outputting [Caress During Mating] behavior pattern."

"Eirin… please… come to your… senses…"

He remembered their wedding day, when they had sworn to love each other for life. Hans still remembered that vow and still kept it — but Eirin did not.

"Shut up, inferior male! You're interrupting mating with a superior male!"

What mattered most to her now was coupling with a bigger — that is, a far superior — male and bearing his pups. She had been thoroughly consumed by thoroughly beastlike behavior and thought.

"[Doggy Style] behavior patterns all output complete…♡ Outputting [Missionary] behavior pattern."

—Slap slap slap!

"Output complete…♡ Output complete…♡ Output complete…♡"

The more Luke's milky fluid painted her black fur white, the more Eirin lost herself. Her eyes had already rolled back; her tongue kept curling, soaked in pleasure. Even so, she did not stop. Mating was pleasure. Chasing pleasure was her newly set reason for existing. It was no different from breathing, so she shook her hips all the harder and poured out filthy words.

The inn counter was soaked with the fluids of yin and yang, and a reeking night-bloom scent smothered the smell of firewood for a grotesquely long stretch of time.

—Schlick schlick schlick

"Kyahung! Ogh… ooh… Male cock is amazing♡ Still so hard♡"

She creaked like an overloaded machine, but Eirin still pushed Luke's cock all the way to the root and rolled her hips. Both hands braced against the wall trembled; both legs kept giving out under the weight of her massive ass. Even so, she endured for the sake of pleasure.

"Mating… mating…♡ Output… output…♡ Eee…♡ Ehehe…♡ Got so much male cock-juice… Feels good… Saving mating with male to memory file♡ Opening [Happy Memory] file, accessing…♡ Nngh…?"

The hip-work that had never once stopped slowed. At the same time her pupils blew wide and her lips began to quiver.

"Auto-saved memory file backup… backing up… Error… Conflict with Pack Mother personality… Ugh… Head hurts… Something's wrong… Something's wrong… Ha… Hans? My… husband? Eirin has no such memory… Nngh? D-darling? What… what have I been… Ah…. Aaaa…."

Eirin's mind returned to what it had been before the patch. But not completely.

"Kyaaak…! Stop it! Please stop, male! Error! Output value contradicts [Bitch's Attitude Toward Cock] prompt. Keheng♡ A-auto-debugging will correct it… Correct… correct… Must fertilize the male's seed♡ No… that wasn't me talking!"

The gentle-wife personality and the Pack Mother personality mixed together, the speaker shifting with every sentence.

"Keheung…♡ Cock's coming… Must activate [Drain Male Cock-Juice] prompt… Khh… No! I don't want this! Hans, please help me! Don't just stand there watching — hurry! Are you fine with me getting addicted to this savage male cock!?"

"D-darling!"

"Haa… This has always been the problem. That damn auto file-save and auto-backup."

Luke muttered it all in an irritated undertone, but he spoke as if he had expected it.

"It's a function designed so that even if a memory file gets wiped for whatever reason, it can still be restored. Erasing memories outright would affect progression and, further down the line, the entire game, so it can't be helped — but for modders like me, nothing is more annoying than this."

"Ugh… Male… please stop! No, fuck me harder! If I bear pups with your seed, far superior warriors will be born♡ A lewd female like me has a duty to spread a superior male's seed… Kyaaak! No, no! Oooogh! Deeeep…♡ A cock so much bigger than Hans's♡"

"When personalities overlap like this, feeding in an input either returns a result from the old personality's unwanted prompt, or mixes them into the most awkward sentences imaginable."

"That's all your fault, you damn bastard! Give me back my wife — give her back! Darling, just hold on a little longer, I'll find a way!"

"I'm sorry, but an inferior male's cock is no longer needed. Khh…! Err… err… e… rr… Memories… No… I've never thought of my husband that way. Pack Mother Eirin… lo…ves… her… hus…band… Keheng…♡"

"We've even hit a bottleneck. But don't worry. I've run into this phenomenon countless times, so I've picked up a few tricks."

—Pop!

"Kyahuut!"

The moment Luke pulled his cock free of her pussy, the semen he had pumped into her gushed out all at once. Balance lost, Eirin toppled onto the floor slick with milky fluid and love juices. Sticky, slimy fluids coated her entire body, but there was no room to care about that. She still had no idea who she was or what was happening, thanks to the collision between her two personalities.

"Whew… Even after I came, she still squirted a ton. Your wife's pussy was delicious. I've already fathered two personal onaholes with her, and she still ranks among the tastiest pussies I've ever sampled. About an A+?"

"You… you son of a bitch! I'll kill you!"

"To finish the explanation — this phenomenon happens because of the blank space left after memory erasure. The [Pack Mother] prompt generates new memories based on the scraps I left behind. Eirin treats those as her original memories — as part of herself — and can run smoothly according to the program."

"I told you to stop babbling nonsense only you understand!"

"At the very least, shouldn't you know what you're being subjected to so it stings a little less? It's a form of consideration, and I'm a bit hurt you don't appreciate it."

Watching Luke smack his lips as if wounded, Hans ground his teeth hard enough to crack them. His body was still locked rigid, so that was as far as he got.

"Anyway… the problem arises when auto-backup restores a portion of the deleted memories. The recovered memories try to return to their original place, only to find — oh no! — new memories already occupy the slot. That's the state of things."

"So what the hell does that matter!?"

"You really can't follow, can you… Let's say a guest arrives at the inn. The guest says he has no money, but he's staying here anyway, and he occupies a room. What do you do?"

"I'd throw the bastard out on the spot."

"Same principle. The old memories see the new ones and go, 'This is mine,' and a collision ensues. In that process the original past memories sometimes reclaim their place, sometimes fail. Sometimes both get ejected, or both get jammed in together."

"Which means…"

"Your wife's memories are fucked six ways from Sunday. Don't worry, though. As I said, I've found a method. Eirin, activate Scenario Edit Mode."

"Uungh? Uh… uuh…. Consciousness…"

A translucent blue window ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠suddenly flashed before his eyes, and Hans's lids slowly closed. When he opened them again, the inn — thick with milky fluid and reeking of night-bloom — was gone without a trace. In its place, a forest. A forest of pale trees stretched across Hans's field of view.

"Where… is this? A dream? Inside a forest? Just a moment ago I was clearly at the inn with that black-mage bastard…. My body can move properly…. Ah — darling!"

Hans scrambled up and began searching for his wife. Fortunately, she was right behind him, clutching her forehead and staggering. That was also the moment he realized none of it had been a dream. Eirin was still in the form Luke had patched her into, her personalities still overlapping.

"Grrrr… D-darling? Do you know where we are, inferior male? Sniff sniff… That suspicious man… I can smell him… That thick, rank night-bloom scent♡ Haaa…♡ My pussy itches. Hurry and mate… Hngh… No, no!!! I'm not some filthy slut like that! Inferior male, I'm so scared."

"Eirin, calm down. It's all a dream — a dream. Just a nightmare."

Hans pulled the weeping Eirin into a tight embrace, her tears born of identity crisis. Instead of the lovely skin-scent he had always known, a fierce beast-stench stabbed his nose, but he gritted his teeth and stroked her back.

"Ugh… Darling, stop smelling like inferior cock. I'm seriously going to throw up. This tiny little di— like you couldn't even breed a single female properly… Hiiik! Wh-what did I just say! Awoo… Sorry, inferior male Hans… My memories are mixed up and I can't tell what's what…"

"I-it's okay. I understand. I know that isn't how you really feel."

"Th-thank you…"

"More importantly — that black mage. Where did that bastard go?"

"Grrr… I-I don't know. Judging by the cock-smell, he's definitely somewhere nearby, darling…."

—Rustle—

"Grrrr!"

In a flash, at the sound from the undergrowth, Eirin's ears pricked straight up. She instinctively fixed her gaze on the source of the noise and growled low, on guard.

The owner of the sound was none other than Luke. His hair was dripping wet as if he had washed in a stream, and he was bare from the waist up.

"Heeek…♡ S-superior male…"

Solid muscle and a tall frame that put her husband to shame. The sight of the massive male organ even pants couldn't hide slowly woke the Pack Mother side of Eirin's instincts.

"Oh, you all woke up while I was washing. Good. I moved you deep into the Pale Forest an hour ago, and you still hadn't stirred, so I was a little worried."

"Have you lost your mind!? You dragged us into the Pale Forest in the dead of night? This place is crawling with dangerous monsters! More than that — why did you bring us here!?"

"Don't worry about that. I let my pets loose and cleaned up the nearby monsters. As for why I brought you — simple. To edit a scenario, you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠need a space that serves as its foundation, right?"

Luke gave a light flick of his finger, and a massive sheet of parchment began raining down from midair. Just as the patch notes had fallen from the sky the day after Ray and Arca went missing. He snatched one, unfurled it, and continued his explanation.

"This is a scenario. The framework of the world written when the game first loads. A set of rules, you could say. These rules record who Hans — you — and Eirin are, and how you speak and act. Would you read the underlined section for me?"

Luke casually tossed the parchment; Hans caught it and read in a voice cracked raw.

"Hans and… Eirin, and Ray and Arca synopsis? Cast: Hans, Eirin, Ray, Arca. Setting… deep in the Pale Forest… Plot… Hans, who ran an inn in the Pale Forest, set out on a picnic deep into the woods with his wife Eirin and their two daughters, Ray and Arca."

"A picnic? What kind of nonsense is that, inferior male! We have never once taken the pups into the deep woods!"

"Read it all the way through before you judge, Eirin. Please continue, Hans."

"Umm…. Hans and his family lost their way on the picnic. Unable to escape the forest by nightfall, they decided to shelter for a while in a cave. However… that cave was the den of werewolves in heat. The werewolves… the werewolves… Y-you son of a bitch!"

Veins bulging in his neck as if he would roar at any second, Hans refused to speak the rest and crumpled the parchment, hurling it at Luke's feet. Luke picked it up, smoothed it out, and finished reading the remaining content himself.

"Since you're hesitating, I'll finish it for you. They raped Eirin and the two daughters. The women begged Hans to save them, but Hans, paralyzed with fear, abandoned his wife and daughters and fled alone."

"Bullshit! I've never done that!"

"Having tasted the werewolves' cocks, Eirin, Ray, and Arca became addicted and degraded into females who fawn over males every day. They carved magical sigils into their own souls and became werewolves themselves. The wolf sisters Ray and Arca, seeking mates — and the Sperm-Sucking Wolf Queen, Eirin."

"Shut up!!!"

A scream tore free as if his throat would split. Luke merely covered his ears and smiled with satisfaction, feeling not a shred of fear.

"Well? Do you like the scenario I've newly edited?"

"You… you bastard! How dare you say that! Stuff that novel of yours! I have never once abandoned my family, and I never will!"

"Unfortunately, this is reality now. The principal characters other than you two — Ray and Arca — already accept it as fact."

"Wh-what?"

"Honestly, what a dogshit bug. You edit the scenario, but it doesn't apply to the protagonists of the story themselves — you have to go patch them in person. And even when you try to patch, if those protagonists aren't gathered together, and if the location is wrong, the memory auto-save files back up and throw errors."

"Then, male…. The reason you brought us here…"

"Only the finishing work remains."

Snap!

Luke snapped his fingers in the air.

"Awoooo!"

"Grrrr…"

At once two wolves howled, and the sound of them crashing through the underbrush at a full sprint rang through the entire forest.

"The world of a program is a mystery even when you think you understand it. The fact that a memory-overlap phenomenon caused by backups can be resolved simply by reenacting the scenario is really something…. That aside, it seems to be time for a touching reunion."

"A reunion… Speak so I can understand, male. Talking like that… Sniff sniff… Uh… uuh…."

Eirin's pupils blew wide again. Small teardrops rolled down her cheeks without end.

"Ah… aaa…."

"Wh-what's wrong, darling…."

"Grrrr…. The scent…."

"What? What scent…."

"My pups' scent…."

In that instant—

"Hah hah! Masteeeer♡ We're heeere! Kyaaak!?"

An unidentifiable black silhouette tore through the underbrush and shot toward Luke in a blink. Whether it caught a root or not, it tumbled a full roll and sprawled at Luke's feet with a mischievous cry, tail thrashing wildly as if in high spirits.

Brown wolf ears pricked up from hair that was partly braided neat and partly a mess. A werewolf girl wearing nothing but scraps of cloth. A werewolf who smelled similar to Eirin.

"Arca… I told you you'd fall if you ran like that."

Right behind her, another werewolf appeared. Unlike the girl who had come running, this one had black hair and a blank expression as she hauled her disgracefully fallen little sister to her feet.

"But it was Master's call, big sis♡ Hah hah… Master, praise me, praise me♡ Big sis and I killed tons of monsters just like Master ordered and decorated the cave♡"

"Arca is sloppy — I did seventy percent of it, Master. S-so Master should reward Ray's mating pussy first, before Arca's♡"

"Keheng! Big sis! I worked harder! Hey Master, you know what? The other day you said one of your pairs of panties went missing. That was actually big sis Ray who stole them?"

"Kh…. S-sorry, Master. Ray is a bitch addicted to Master's cock-scent, so she stole a pair of unwashed, sweaty panties… But Arca sniffed them with me while she masturbated too. The punishment should be shared."

While the two sisters clung to their master and fawned over him, Hans stared in disbelief, denying reality with both eyes.

"Ah…. No…. It can't be…. This can't be…."

So much had changed, and yet the speech, the voices, and the faces alone were enough to know.

"Ray…. Arca…."

The daughters he had searched for so desperately had returned.

Completely transformed — just like Eirin, his wife.