Ahn-ahn Mod 1.7.7 Patch (4)

Cranberries.

That day, Ray and Arca had told Hans they were going into the forest to pick them. He'd been worried, of course, but figured it would be fine. For twenty years those girls had grown up treating the Pale Forest like their own backyard playground.

Who could have guessed that instead of baskets brimming with plump red cranberries, they would emerge with both hands slicked in the stink of blood—transformed into something utterly other?

"Ray… Arca… What in the world happened to you…"

"My babies! What did that male do to you? A-are your bodies all right?"

Unlike their frantic parents, Arca and Ray only giggled like girls out on a picnic, unable to make sense of the reaction at all.

"Ah! It's Mom! Mom's here~ Sniff sniff…. Whoa, Mom reeks of Master's scent. So you finally found a mating partner that actually fits!"

"Arca. Don't get too happy. Mom is the Pack Mother…. We bitches have to obey the Pack Mother's word. If she declares she's monopolizing Master's cock…. Trouble. Big trouble…. Our standing gets dangerous."

"Eek! That can't happen!"

"Still, we're brand-new pussies that have never once carried a litter. Mom's used goods. We've got a fighting chance."

"That's a relief, but…"

Arca, who had been smiling like an innocent fool, let her sentence trail off and turned her head. A chilling light flared in her crimson eyes.

"Mom…. Why the hell are you with that traitor? With that failed male who ran off and abandoned us so he could live alone?"

Rage. Hatred. And the target was none other than Hans—her own father.

"Arca. What kind of nonsense is that—"

"Grrrr…. Traitor…. Abandoned Mom, Arca, and me. Ran away. Bad."

Ray, just like her sister, bared her fangs and flared her claws, pouring out the same fury and hate.

"No…. No…. I never did that…. That's a complete lie! That damn bastard, that son of a bitch—"

His violent reaction was more than enough to provoke Ray and Arca, already changed in both body and mind. The more he cursed Luke in his frenzy, the louder the grinding of their teeth grew. If Luke hadn't held them back, the two sisters would have torn Hans's throat out on the spot.

"Ray. Arca. Stop."

"Tch…."

"Master's order…. Obey. Reward later."

Luke gave their leashes a sharp tug, then released them, sighing as he looked at Hans with pure pity.

"When you meet a wild beast in the forest, the best thing you can do is not provoke it. I figured a man who'd lived his whole life in these woods would know that. Guess I was wrong."

"Turning my daughters into monsters wasn't enough for you—now you're filling their heads with this garbage fiction!? Give them back right now!"

"Saying that won't help you. Like I told you, rewriting a scenario is a pain. And if you strip a rewritten scenario and roll it back, you get far nastier, more catastrophic bugs."

Luke dug a finger in his ear and answered halfheartedly, then kept going.

"If roast chicken is a massive hit with the customers and the chicken farmer shows up screaming animal abuse and demanding you sell raw birds instead, are you really going to start selling raw chicken?"

"What the hell are you even talking about…"

"Thanks to the Ray and Arca update in the last patch, traffic shot way up. If I delete them just because someone told me to, what do you think happens? 'Dev is a complete retard, upvote,' 'Ahn-ahn Mod deleted, proof enclosed.' If that's the only garbage that shows up on the board, we'd be lucky."

Faced with yet more words he couldn't understand, Hans could only glare. He had no other answer.

Eirin, however, was another matter.

"Hmph…. You don't even know that? Honey, you're so stupid! Then again, a traitor who ditched me and our daughters and ran off alone would never properly understand what anyone was say— uh…? Wh-what is this…"

"H-honey?"

The ongoing collision of personalities, compounded by the injection of rewritten memories, was swallowing Eirin whole without her even realizing it.

"N-no…. I-I don't want this…. [Auto-Save File]… o-overlapping…. Contamination…. Altering…. All files in folder…. Erasure procedure…. Proceed, proceed, proceed…. Installed scenario archive [Traitor Hans and Eirin Who Became a Wolf]…. Decompressing…."

Before she could finish, Eirin crumpled to the floor. Clutching fistfuls of her own hair, she cried out in pain and spat words no one could follow.

"Archive extraction 6% complete. I'll save the new scenario as an auto-save file. Relationship with Hans—modifying. Modified. Hans is the traitor who abandoned me and my pups and ran, traitor, traitor, traitor…. Error! Error! Nngh…! Please stop it! Hans is not that kind of man, he was never a traitor— Aaaaah!"

"I was wondering when it would finally pop. So the decompression's only just starting now. No matter what I did, the scenario file's archive never unpacked inside the auto-memory-save folder—and the second we come deep into the forest and she sees Ray and Arca, the overwrite kicks in. Something worth researching later."

"Kraaagh! Sh-shut up, human male! M-my head hurts! Because your cock-scent is so thick…. My husband…. Husband? My real husband is a male werewolf of the pack, isn't he? I never once thought of that coward who ran off and abandoned me and my daughters as my husband! Don't you dare touch my memories any further, male!"

Whether those memories had been happy, sorrowful, or deeply moving, the film reels of Eirin's life—moments she would never have forgotten—were fading one by one. Dark, damp, filthy ink, held back until now, began to settle into the places where the color had washed out. She could no longer tell which memories were real and which had been edited, but the projector of her mind simply swallowed every reel. And the filthy color that bled through dirtied what had once been clean.

"H-hurry…! Stop, please stop! My head… hurts so much! Don't just stand there—help me! Stick that trash dick in and calm me down or whatever, just do something!"

"Eirin. How much longer until decompression finishes?"

"Nngh… seventeen hours…. Remaining…. My own f-firewall is slowing it down, I think, Master Male."

"Whew… Slow firewalls are a common trait among this world's NPCs. Watching that clock tick down is agony for me and for the patched ones alike. I'm not the type who gets hard watching people suffer, so let's speed this stage up a bit. Ray. Arca."

At their master's call, Ray and Arca—who had been bickering—scrambled over at once. They seized Hans and Eirin in iron grips and dragged them ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠somewhere deeper.

The place the sisters led them to was a vast cavern. Mountains of beast and human bones rose in heaps; lewd ornaments shaped like male genitals lined every surface. Woven cloth and trinkets that looked like the art of some primitive tribe lay scattered across the floor.

Hans had no idea where they were. He had lived his whole life in these woods, and he would have sworn on the sky itself that he had never known a cave this large existed—not until today.

Eirin, on the other hand, recognized it instantly.

"Grrrr… This place. Familiar…. It remains in memory…. [Auto-Memory File] open. Searching…. Searching…. Ah! Found it. This is…. The cave where you abandoned me and my daughters and ran. The place that is my den now."

"That's right. This is where Dad left Mom and us and ran away."

"And it's our nest as well."

Still clamping their parents' arms, the two sisters chimed in and hauled them to their designated spots—Hans to the mouth of the passage, Eirin to the highest of the bone hills.

"Don't resist. Kneel. Master's order. Beloved onahole Ray obeys."

"Guh—!"

"Mom, you just sit right here with this—this bone king-cock dildo—and either stuff your pussy with it or dig into your asshole. 'Like usual'♡"

"Like usual?"

With a loving gaze, Eirin took the dildo Arca offered and stared hard at the grotesque thing for a long moment. A crude shaft carved from a length of spine. The woman she used to be would have recoiled and flung it away. To the woman she was becoming, it was a familiar, everyday toy. Catching the scent of dried love-juices still clinging to it, she panted like a dog.

"Awoo…. Th-this is huge… It looks just like that male's—that male's thick cock…. Accessing action file. Executing [Sperm-Sucking Wolf Queen] prompt. Opening [Auto-Memory Save] file…. Searching for the 'usual' me. I… when my pussy felt empty and I needed something inside…. I always called the males for an orgy party, or I masturbated with a cock-dildo… For a bitch like me, that was just everyday life."

She pressed the dildo's glans against her sex. The instant that rough, polished tip parted her labia, sweet nectar gushed out in a rush.

"Matches the contents of the [Auto-Memory Save] file. Yes, that's right…. I am…. A perverted female who stuffs her pussy while the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠males are out hunting…. Confirming zero conflicts in memory. Decompressing archive…."

"Reenacting the scene exactly as the patched scenario specifies has clearly sped up the decompression. In just ten minutes we're already at twenty-two percent."

"Eek! M-male! When did you get here! Explain why you brought us to my den— Kyaah! Wh-what is this hideous male organ! Why am I holding this?"

Startled by Luke's sudden appearance, her mind snapped back—if only for a moment—to what it used to be. But it was temporary. Looking down at the dildo she had smashed to pieces against the stone, she whimpered low with something like regret.

"Nnnngh… Th-that was the dildo that fit my pussy perfectly…"

"Well. I really stepped in it this time. Decompression was going smoothly and now it's stalled…. Looks like we're delayed by about twenty-one minutes more than expected."

"Again! Stop talking about things only you understand, male. Can't you see my pussy is soaked with slut-juice right now? I want a proper, messy mating, so hurry up and answer. Why did you bring that traitor… nngh… no, my husband, into my den?"

"Like I said—partly to accelerate the archive extraction. And for another reason: to drive the wedge in deep."

Snap!

He flicked his fingers into empty air, and a dark green magic circle bloomed beneath Luke's feet. Light poured from the circle and wrapped him gently, and the space around them began to warp.

Wuum!

As the spell left his lips, the warped space collapsed, and four perfect duplicates of Luke appeared. Moments later their bodies melted and reformed—until they stood as werewolves.

"Hiiiik! Th-the males multiplied…. Nnh…! Th-the scent♡ Th-this is dangerous! If the same smell as the male hits me four times over…. Keheng♡ M-mating… I want to mate♡"

"You… what the hell even are you! Clone magic is high-tier mage stuff… How does a mana knight like you—"

"Hmm…. I've never once claimed I was a mana knight. Anyway, these aren't clones in the usual sense—they're dummies. Perfect copies of everything I am. Then I polymorphed them into werewolves. For the record, they're dummies, so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠they can't act or think on their own."

"Kyahung…♡ I-I already know that. As Pack Mother I release heat-pheromones whenever I see males, but those things aren't even getting hard—they're just staring straight ahead. N-not that I, I, I hate it. The superior male's filthy beast-stink is even thicker this way. Just thinking about it makes my pussy juice…♡ Ugh… There I go saying weird things again…."

"You're starting to enjoy the overlap phenomenon in your own way, aren't you, ma'am? Or is it that pretending it's an overlap lets you legally vent your desire to mate with a male?"

"Kh… Th-that's not… at all…."

She scowled and whipped her head away, insisting it absolutely wasn't true—but her nostrils flared of their own accord, and she licked her lips. Her eyes kept drifting toward the heavy cocks dangling between the clones' legs, and even she couldn't seem to stop them.

"S-so why did you summon those things. No matter how much you try to tempt me with those savage beast-cocks that look ready to pump me full of cum, I only love the traitor… no, only Hans…. Khh! Error…. Memory-collision error again…."

"You'll understand once you see it. I summoned them both to drive the wedge in and to film the boss-fight cutscene."

With a soft pop, another sheet of parchment appeared before Eirin, Hans, and Luke. Hans unrolled it before Luke could even say "read this," and once again rage flared at words he couldn't understand.

"Sperm-Sucking Wolf Queen Eirin boss-fight cutscene? Who the hell decided my wife is some wolf queen! And what's a boss fight supposed to be!"

"A boss fight is a boss fight. Think of it as a kind of test device—proof of how well users have been raising their characters. From now until the archive fully decompresses, we're going to shoot the cutscene. Everyone to your assigned positions."

The moment Luke finished speaking, life kindled in the werewolves' eyes. Snarling like beasts, they sniffed the air—and their previously limp shafts stiffened hard enough to stab the sky. On all fours or on two legs, they scrambled up the bone hill and pressed their cocks right in front of Eirin's face.

"Eek! S-so many cocks… Nh? Wh-what…! Outputting behavior pattern [Handjob] to [Clone: Luke (Werewolf) No.1] and [Clone: Luke (Werewolf) No.3]. Outputting behavior pattern [Fellatio] to [Clone: Luke (Werewolf) No.2], and for [Clone: Luke (Werewolf) No.4]… outputting [Missionary]. No! I-I don't… M-my body! I-I don't want this!"

Eirin's hands closed around two shafts and began stroking them hard and fast. The werewolf that had crawled beneath her planted its hips; she lowered her full ass and swallowed its cock with her lower mouth, then opened wide and took the cock flaunting itself right in front of her face.

"Mmmpf! Mmph, mmph, mmph…! Pwahh♡ Superior male cock tastes the best♡ I could eat this every single day and never get sick of it, really…♡ Ugh? Bleeegh! Cough cough… Uuugh… Bitter and disgusting… Haaang! D-don't thrust! Don't thrust into me, male! I don't want to mate with y—"

Shlick!

"Nnghooot! Wh-what is thiiis! It's battering my womb! M-my body won't stop! I'm not—I'm not the one moving!"

Spurt-spurt!

Unable to endure the hands that worked only their weakest points at breakneck speed, the two clones receiving handjobs came at the same time. The thick seed plastered across her hair and body only accelerated her fall further.

"That thick, nasty cum-smell…♡ Input, input, input♡ Prompt auto-running♡ Mating urge raised♡ Output…♡ Output, output, output…. Dialogue file [Orgy]'s file… file… f…i…le… Mmph! Please, stop it already! Don't push that filthy cock in! I have no intention of mating with any of you! Honey! Please help me! Like last time—no, please don't just stand there and watch!"

Her desperate cry didn't mean much. Hans, too, had been cast as an actor in Luke's staged cutscene; he couldn't so much as move a fingertip.

"Honey! You bastard! Stop right now! Don't you dare rape my wife!"

Hans stood right beside Luke with his woodcutting axe clenched tight—planted a half-step back like some hero's supporting companion, frozen in an awkward, tense stance.

"Don't worry. I'm an NTL guy, not NTR—I wouldn't touch NTR if you paid me a hundred million. Those things are basically my doubles, so it's the same as me doing her myself."

"Earlier you said they weren't the same as clones…"

"Did I? Hard to remember. Anyway, time to start filming the cutscene for real. Before we begin—do you know why boss fights have cutscenes, Mr. Hans?"

"You're asking someone who heard the word 'boss fight' for the first time today."

"Nothing kills the mood faster than walking down a road, running into a monster, and instantly dropping into a boss battle with an HP bar at the bottom of the screen. To stop that mood-killer—and, better still, to hype people up and raise expectations—you use a cutscene. It's a short cinematic, but it sells the enemy's power, the rough story, an awakening, and how they'll look when they go down if you lose. Nothing pumps up that thrill more efficiently."

Watching Luke throw his arms wide and hold forth like the star of the stage, Hans ground his teeth. Fear of the man's madness was starting to outweigh the anger. He spoke carefully.

"So… what does any of that have to do with anything."

"This cutscene is one of the biggest reasons users download my Ahn-ahn Mod world. Not many mods add a brand-new boss and throw in a cutscene for free. My mod's only been out for a year in this world's time—one month outside—and it's already doing pretty well. That's why."

"Y-you bastard…."

"And something I learned running patch after patch: nothing contaminates a target's auto-memory-save files more effectively than shooting a cutscene. An unforgettable, critical experience. The fact that the save system treats even this as a 'reenactment'… Man. Program worlds never stop surprising me."

Luke shook his head as if the whole thing were beyond him, then unfurled the parchment in his hands all the way. The instant it fully opened, a blue window appeared before Hans and Eirin.

The blue window was packed solid with writing. Roles, lines, and actions for Hans and Eirin. An environment had been perfectly prepared so they would have no choice but to move exactly as Luke intended.

"Everyone did school plays as kids, right? Kindergarten, elementary school? Dig up that memory, because you're going to act out this script in front of you exactly as written."

"Haang♡ Ah, ah! D-do you really think we'll just obediently do whatever you say, male!"

"Being stubborn is a problem, Eirin. I'd like to finish filming and rest, too. And if you don't cooperate, you'll just keep having sex with my doubles. Oh—have you started enjoying the mating?"

"As if…. Hnngh♡ Y-you're too rough!"

"Seems that way. Let's pour this hot mating heat straight into the cutscene."

The moment Luke finished, spherical orbs appeared and zipped into position around the actors.

"When I say ready, action, we start shooting. Everyone set?"

"Honey, don't you dare—don't you dare do what that bastard tells you!"

Most of Luke's words still made no sense to Hans, but tone and context let him grasp one truth. If this continued, his wife would never come back.

He wasn't the only one who understood.

"Haa haa…♡ I-I'm fine, be—no, inferior male. So please—please! This time, don't abandon me. Honey!"

Forcing down the colliding instincts, Eirin begged through tears. Hans found himself nodding before he knew it.

Don't abandon me.

He had never abandoned her even once—and yet, as if settling some unconscious guilt, he looked at Luke and spoke in a low, grinding voice.

"I will never do what you tell me."

"If you can," Luke answered with a laugh, then glanced at the orb-cameras and crooked a finger.

And at the same time—

"Ready… action!"

The filming cue dropped.

"Chuuup! Chup, chup!"

Slap-slap slap-slap

Schlick-schlick-schlick

The instant the signal fell, the cameras began filming the mating between the werewolves and Eirin. Controlled by Luke, she could only make wet sucking sounds around the massive cock in her mouth—nothing else.

"Swing the cameras around and give us a close-up."

The cameras spun at once. This time they framed Luke and Hans standing at the mouth of the passage.

In that moment, Hans felt something.

My body… is moving?

Until seconds ago Luke's control had locked every finger. Now ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a sensation like knotted muscle finally loosening spread down his spine. He flicked his eyes toward Luke, then toward his wife. Luke was absorbed in adjusting camera angles. Eirin, surrounded by werewolves and being raped without mercy, begged him for help with her eyes alone.

If not now, there would never be another chance.

A single thought filled his head. Action followed at once.

"Mr. Hans, your next line is—"

"DIE!!!"

THUD!

Behind that grief-soaked roar came a dull, pathetic sound, like a watermelon splitting open. Before the echo finished, Luke crumpled into a pool of his own blood. There was no death cry.

At the same moment every camera crashed to the ground, and the werewolves vanished without a trace.

"Honey!"

Confirming Luke was down, Hans sprinted toward his wife.

That was as far as he got.

"Oh, come on…. Actors rewriting the play on their own is a real problem."

The voice of the man he had thought dead came from behind him.

"H-how…. I definitely killed—"

Before he finished, space began to twist. And everything snapped back—to the beginning, to the moment before Luke had called action. The cameras still floated in midair. The werewolves were ravaging Eirin even more roughly. She was sucking a male werewolf's cock, moaning with more pleasure in her voice than before. Her eyes, like Hans's, were full of shock.

"I temporarily lifted the movement lock so you could ad-lib—and you come up with something that stupid. Pretty unusual behavior for an NPC. I've reapplied the action lock, so stick to the script from here."

"M-male! You were definitely… d-dead."

"Yep. Dead. But the cutscene didn't film the way I wanted, so I rewound time."

"Th-this is cheating…."

"For various reasons I can only rewind during cutscene filming, but if you want to call it cheating, sure. And I cheat because I'm a Modder."

Luke fixed his hair once and casually took his place beside Hans—exactly the position written in the scenario, the spot where the axe had dropped him.

"Let's see… twenty-two percent. Unfortunately, rewinding time also rewinds the archive decompression progress. Meaning your wife gets to stay your wife a little longer. As the woman getting railed by werewolves and going ahhn, ahhn, that is."

"Wh-what…."

"So I recommend you quietly follow the script I wrote for you. Time will keep rewinding until the cutscene comes out the way I want. All right then—ready… action."