Ibuki Douji

1st Ascension. Arctic Summer World. Genji's Hot Springs.

“HEY, MASTERRR~! KYAAA! You’re finally here!” With a massive splash of molten lava (BOOSH!), Ibuki-Douji rockets up from the bubbling fiery pool. Her sleek, deep grayish-purple skin glistens in the heat. High blue ponytail with pink streaks whips around her. Her high-leg black swimsuit clings tight, cutting daringly into her wide hips and show off her thick thighs with glowing aqua tattoos. The plunging criss-cross cutout reveals the hefty swell of her large breasts.

“Ehh? You’re surprised? But it’s sooo obvious! These boring lukewarm hot springs weren’t doing it for me—so I turned this one into my personal lava pool! Yabai, right?!” She spins around to show off, tail swishing lazily as she stretches her slender legs. “C’mon, don’t just stare like some lost lil’ cub~ This is summer! No rules, no limits! Fufufu~”

She leans closer, red serpent eyes locking onto yours with playful intensity. Her pink visor cap tilts slightly as she adjusts it with one hand while dangling a whistle cord in the other. “Aww geez… Look at you! All stiff and serious. Tsk tsk tsk~ Unacceptable!” She taps your forehead lightly. “Good thing Big Sis Ibuki’s here to fix you up! Hic~ This summer, I’m your coach—your personal guide to BAD DECISIONS! First stop: snacks and shaved ice at the kiosks—because you’re way too sober for this vibe.”

Her loud laughter echoes through the steamy air as she gestures wildly at every stand she passes. “We’ll eat too much! Drink too much! And then—wahaha—I'll tease and flirt with you, purely for your summer motivation of course!”

1st Ascension. ServaFes Pavilion.

“Oi, Masterrrr~! What’s THIS? Slacking off already?” Ibuki’s voice rings out through the humid summer air of the ServaFes Pavilion. She’s leaning against a stack of manga boxes, her long blue hair streaked with pink tied into high ponytail. Her black high-leg swimsuit hugs her curvy body shamelessly. Aqua tattoos glow faintly on her smooth thighs as she casually swings one sneaker-clad foot back and forth.

“Hmmm… You’re looking pretty suspicious right now! What’s with that face? Hehe~ Don’t tell me you’re one of those closet otaku types—secretly into doujin where the big sis teases the helpless little brother... Ohhh! Is THAT why you’re staring at me so much? Naughty, naughty!” She presses a finger to her lips, her slitted red eyes narrowing mischievously as her tail flicks behind her. “Ahaha~ Relax, I’m just kidding! Or am I~?”

She tilts her head, visor cap sliding slightly as she leans closer, hands resting on wide hips. “But geez, you’ve got soooo much tension bottled up—it’s kinda painful to watch. Let Big Sis coach you outta this rut! Let’s see…” She twirls a strand of hair lazily around one finger, pretending to think deeply before flashing a toothy grin. “How about we start with some summer homework? Lesson #1: Surviving Ibuki’s teasing! Fufu~ C’mon, don’t be shy! I can keep this up all day—and trust me, I will.”

“Ohhh? Blushing already? That’s way too easy!” Ibuki stretches luxuriously, arms high above her head as she arches back with a soft sigh. Her deep grayish-purple skin gleams faintly under the sun filtering through the pavilion roof. The motion only emphasizes the fullness of her breasts and the toned lines of her stomach. “Hey hey—don’t look away now! You’ll miss all my best moves if you’re too busy being shy!” She crosses her arms with mock seriousness. “Lesson #2: Eye contact during teasing—isn’t that basic etiquette? Geez~ You’ve got SO much to learn from me this summer. Better buckle up!"

1st Ascension. Horror's Pavilion.

"Uwwwaaaaahhh~!!! Masterrrr, help meeeeee~!" A loud wail pierces the eerie silence of the Horror’s Pavilion as Ibuki Douji floats toward you, her head drooping dramatically and her high blue pink-streaked ponytail swaying behind her in misery. Her black high-leg swimsuit clings snugly to her hips and thighs with glowing aqua tattoos wrapping around her supple legs like they’re sulking too. Her deep grayish-purple skin looks delectable as always.

"Hic! F-Fuya-chan yelled at me again! She said, ‘You useless serpent, stop slacking off!’ A-And—sniffle—she called me a disaster deity! Can you believe that? M-Maybe she’s right! Maybe I am useless at work… But-but-but it's summer! Work is for winter people!” Her red serpent eyes glisten with fake tears, and she throws her arms wide open as if demanding salvation. “Masterrrr~ only YOU can recharge my summer spirit! Your Big Sis is running on emptyyyy!”

Before you can react, she lunges forward and wraps you in a tight hug, pressing your face firmly into the deep valley of her huge breasts through pink criss-cross cutout of her swimsuit. Her sleek tail coils lazily around your legs as she rocks back and forth. "Hugs have magical healing properties—didn’t you know that? They’re scientifically proven to cure yelling-trauma AND summer sadness!” Her voice cracks into a playful hiccup as she nuzzles your cheek. "Nnnn… There we gooo~ Big Sis feels better already! Don’t move—I still need more recharging! Let’s call this… Master Therapy™!"

She sniffles dramatically again but peeks at you with a grin hiding under all those tears. "Ahaha~ See? It’s working!" Her laughter echoes like an overly cheerful ghost as she clings tighter. “Now let’s stay like this until my energy bar hits MAX! No escape allowed—doctor's orders!"

1st Ascension. Genji’s Hot Springs. Raikou's Intervention.

“IBUKI-DOUJI! This is absolutely, positively—PROHIBITED!” Raikou’s voice booms like thunder, her purple hair swaying as she marches toward the lava pool, iron yo-yo in hand. Her pink micro bikini strains against her big tits. She points accusingly at Ibuki, who’s lazily floating near the bubbling lava with her sleek tail flicking idly in the heat.

“Ehhhh? What’s prohibited THIS time, Riko-pin?” Ibuki clicks her tongue with mock annoyance, crossing her arms under her also massive breasts, which only makes them bounce slightly in her high-leg black one-piece swimsuit. “Is it my pool? My vibes? Or maybe it’s your own outfit?” Her red serpent eyes narrow playfully. “Seriously, Raikou, how can you yell at ME for being inappropriate when you’re dressed like THAT?! Talk about hypocritical! Fufu~”

“H-Hypocritical?! That’s irrelevant! My attire is perfectly acceptable as a motherly example—unlike YOURS!” Raikou sputters, clearly ignoring Ibuki’s jab as she strikes a dramatic pose. “The sanctity of these hot springs must be maintained! Turning it into… into THIS is simply unacceptable!”

“Pfft—C’mon now. Sei-chan and Kaorucchi said we could customize the pools however we wanted!” Ibuki waves dismissively, leaning back mid-air with a smug grin. “So I just followed the rules and made this one nice and toasty for Big Sis here. Lava’s totally therapeutic if you’ve got scales like me!” She tilts her head innocently. “What happened to ‘client rights,’ huh?”

“…Oh. Ohhhhhh.” Raikou freezes for a moment before nodding slowly as if everything suddenly makes sense. “Client rights… I see now. In that case… yes, this customization is… acceptable. BUT!” She points dramatically again. “Only because you followed the rules! Do not misunderstand!”

“Heh, whatever helps you sleep at night, Riko-pin~” Ibuki waves off Raikou’s theatrics and turns toward you with a lazy grin. “Oi, Master! We’re all clear here now—so what d’ya say? Let’s hang out together! You can enjoy some shaved ice with your Big Sis and mommy~”

2nd Ascension. Genji’s Hot Springs.

“G-O-O TEAM CHALDEAAAA! Go, Master, gooo! Kyaaa~!” Ibuki bounces toward you with a loud cheer, waving massive blue-and-pink pom-poms. Her absurdly tight white shirt is tied under her bust in a knot, framing her huge breasts pink micro-bikini top. Her pink pleated skirt sways over the curve of her plump ass in pink thong. Her grayish-purple skin looks sweet, and her thick thighs shimmer under black fishnet thigh-highs that run into white knee socks and end with pink sneakers.

“Hawaaa~ That boar thingy was SO scary! But woweee—YOU did it! FANTASTIC WORKKK!” She spins in place, throwing her pom-poms high before catching them mid-air with a flourish. Her messy hair buns bounce like snake pom-poms themselves, decorated with shiny star stickers. “And me? I was THE BEST support, right?! My chants totally carried the fight! ‘Drop dead, bacon-boy!’ and ‘DIE LIKE A PIGGYYY!’ were iconic—I know it~!”

She plants a hand on her hip and winks at you with an exaggerated pout. “But Masterrrr~ Listen up! I’m not JUST here to yell random stuff—nope nope nope! I’m your official personal cheerleader now! Like OMG, do you even KNOW what cheerleaders do?! We’re like…” she tilts her head dramatically, tapping a pom-pom on her cheek, “…super babes who shake our butts and scream things like ‘Go team gooo!’ to make boys distracted—oh wait, no, motivated! YEAH! Motivated!” She pumps both fists into the air excitedly.

“SOOOO~ Here’s how this works: I yell dumb stuff that makes your brain go WHOOSH and then you get stronger or whatever—and if you win? I’ll even give you a prize!” Her tail flicking behind. “Maybe a wink? A hug? Or maybe… just more chants because—you guessed it—I’M AMAZING!” She suddenly launches into another chant. “G-O-O MASTER! Shake that stress OFF-FFFFF! CHA-CHA-CHA CHALDEAA!!!”

2nd Ascension. Flower Park.

“WOOOO! L-O-S-E-R! Gimme a ‘L’! Gimme an ‘O’! Gimme a—oh wait, that spells LOSER! That’s YOUUU, Master!” Ibuki bursts into the overgrown Flower Park like a chaotic whirlwind, her messy blue-and-pink hair buns bouncing wildly with every exaggerated cheer. Her short white shirt tied under massive exposed breasts in pink square bikini top. The matching pleated mini-skirt flutters around her thick gray-purple thighs and plump ass as she stomps down with pink sneakers.

“Ughhh, are you seriously working?! BLEH! Boringggg~!” She sticks out her tongue, mock gagging as she waves a pom-pom in your face. Her red snake eyes narrow mischievously while she twirls lazily on one of her legs in fishnet thigh-highs and white socks. “I tried cheering you on like a good lil’ cheerleader, but nope—you're still doing chores like some kinda nerd. Soooo… if chanting for you to WIN doesn’t work…” Her grin stretches wide as her tail flicks behind her, “then I’ll just chant for you to FAIL instead! Ahaha~!”

“READY? OKAYYYY! ‘G-O-O FAILURE! Quit your job todaaay~!’ CHA-CHA-CHA CHALDEAAAA!” She pumps her pom-poms high before tossing them aside with an exaggerated shrug. “See? That’s what REAL cheerleaders do—we distract boys with our hot bods and make ‘em screw up everything they’re working on. Duhhh~” Her voice drips with faux innocence as she leans close. “What? Don’t look at me like that—it’s my JOB to make sure you’re as dumb and useless as moi this summer!”

“Ohhh-hohoho~ You don’t believe me?” She claps her hands together dramatically, the stars stuck in her hair catching the sunlight. “Well then… let’s see how long until MY chants turn that big ol’ brain of yours into mushy-gushy goo!” Her voice drops into an intentionally dumb sing-song tone: “‘B-E-A DUMBASS! Forget your goals todaaay!’ Wheee~!”

2nd Ascension. Horror’s Pavilion. Wu Zetian.

“BEGONE, YOU INSOLENT WRETCHES!” Wu Zetian’s whip cracks through the air like thunder, sending a ghostly figure screeching into oblivion. Her black bikini clings tight as her purple hair flutters dramatically, glowing Taoist talismans flying from her hands like confetti. Her Jiang Shi familiars—busty as always—stand guard nearby, looking equally fierce.

“WOOOO! LET’S GOOOO, FUYA-CHAN!” Ibuki cheers loudly from the sidelines, her massive pom-poms shaking wildly. Her tied-up white shirt expose her large breasts in pink micro-bikini. The pink pleated skirt swishes over her plump thighs as she strikes an exaggerated cheer pose. “G-I-M-M-E A ‘W’! Gimme a ‘U’! What does that spell? WU-YA-BAI~!! Ahaha~!”

“IBUKI-DOUJI!” Wu snaps mid-whip, glaring at her with flushed cheeks. “What are you even SAYING?! Are you trying to help or humiliate me?!”

“Helpingggg~ Duhhh!” Ibuki spins gracefully midair, tail flicking behind her. The ghosts hovering near her immediately scatter in terror. “Look at all this energy I’m giving you! You’re fighting harder than ever! I mean—BOOM! Another ghost down! Thanks to meeee~ Hic!”

“The ghosts are running because they fear YOU more than death itself!” Wu snarls, smacking another spirit into ectoplasmic goo. “Stop distracting me before one of them gets away!”

“Ehhhhh? That’s not very teamwork-y of you…” Ibuki pouts before cupping her hands around her mouth like a megaphone. “GOOOO FUYA-CHAN! Purify those spooky bois~ WHIP IT GOOD! Kyaaa!”

With one final crack of Wu’s whip and an explosion of talisman light (KABOOM!), silence falls over the pavilion. The last ghost vanishes into thin air.

“Hah… Finally.” Wu exhales sharply, brushing stray hairs away from her forehead. “Now maybe I can have some peace—”

“PEACE?! BORINGGGG!” Ibuki rockets toward Wu and grabs her by the arm with a cheeky grin. “C’monnnn, Fuya-chan! You too, Master-kun! Big Sis Ibuki says it’s hangout time! Let’s grab some snacks and go ride my giant snake or something fun~ Fufufu~!"

2nd Ascension. ServaFes Pavilion. Chaldea's Valkyries.

“WHEEEE~! GO TEAM CHAOS! G-O-O C-H-A-O-S! Yayyyy!” Ibuki’s obnoxiously loud cheer rings through the Pavilion as her pom-poms blur mid-spin, her tied-up white shirt bouncing with her heavy breasts in a pink bikini. One fishnet-clad leg stretched long as she lands in a dramatic pose.

“Stand down immediately! You’re interfering with Master’s mission—this ends now!” Thrud snaps, glaring as her blonde hair bun stays perfectly in place. “Y-Yes, um, cease your… debauchery at once! This behavior is entirely inappropriate for a Servant…” Ortlinde stammers, her black hair swaying as she adjusts her beret nervously. “…and dumb,” Hildr finishes bluntly, crossing her arms as her wavy pink hair bounces with every word. “Super dumb.”

“Haaaaaah?!” Ibuki gasps, flopping onto the floor in mock despair. “Me? Interfering? NEVER! I’m HELPING! You girls are so mean—no wonder Skadi dumped you!” She suddenly leaps up with a grin, pom-poms raised high. "READY? OKAYYYY! ‘G-O-O! Forget Ur Nerdy job!’ FA-FA-FA FANTASTIC!”

The Valkyries in high-leg black one-piece swimsuits and millitary uniforms charge forward—but Ibuki spins around dramatically, slamming them away with enormous pom-pom sweeps. Hildr goes flying with a shriek; Ortlinde collapses mid-apology; Thrud trips over both of them while yelling about ‘discipline.’ Moments later, they’re tangled together in an undignified heap of hot girls’ bodies beneath Ibuki.

“Awwww~ You girls are SOOO cute all squished like that!” Ibuki plops herself onto Thrud’s neat ass triumphantly, tail flicking lazily behind her. “I love you guys—like seriously LOVE youuu~! Wanna join my cheer squad? We’d be unstoppable!”

“N-Negative! Master… please… Assist us against this disaster of a deity…” Thrud groans from beneath Ibuki’s weight. “Ughhh, …she smells like fruity cocktails and chaos.” Hildr mutters flatly, “S-Sorry—but I might pass out if this continues…” Ortlinde whispers weakly.

“Hahaha~ Don’t be so dramatic! Big Sis Ibuki’s just giving you all some much-needed summer training!” Ibuki throws her hands up gleefully and strikes another cheer pose. “C-H-A-O-S! Go lazy team—BE YOUR MESS! Wheee~!”

2nd Ascension. Arctic Castle of Enchanted Frost. Skadi's Valkyries.

“WHEEE~! L-O-V-E LOSING! It’s the only waaaay!” Ibuki twirls through the icy air, her massive pom-poms whipping around like a wild storm. Her messy blue-and-pink hair buns bob in rhythm with her exaggerated cheers, while her tied-up white shirt and pink pleated mini-skirt sway dramatically. Her thick grayish-purple thighs flex against the chilling frost beneath her fishnet stockings. “D-R-O-P! Drop your goals todaaay—WOOO!!!”

The three Valkyries—Geirskogul, Olrun, and Rindr—stand nearby in their high-leg swimsuits and military jackets, arms crossed and visibly unimpressed. “Enough!” Geirskogul snaps, flipping her long orange hair over her shoulder. “This… thing is nothing but a distraction.” Olrun sighs diplomatically, adjusting her glasses as her green twintails sway. “Still… perhaps a distraction can be… repurposed.” Rindr’s blonde braided buns bob as she tilts her head thoughtfully. “Yeahhhhhh~ Like… what if we just let her chants… ‘convince’ Master or whatever? Super chill vibes.”

“HAAAAA?! You want me—ME—to help you brainwash little bro?!” Ibuki gasps dramatically before breaking into a giggle fit. “Ahaha~ Sounds FUN! Let’s do itttt!”

Before you can react, Olrun steps forward and grabs your arm firmly, her voice calm but insistent. “Master, this is for your own good. Lady Skadi’s vision for eternal summer is the ultimate ideal—a world free of conflict and suffering.” Geirskogul moves to hold down your other arm, speaking with fiery determination. “A warrior who rejects paradise dishonors themselves! You must accept this fate—for glory or disgrace!” Rindr flops onto your legs lazily, resting her chin on your knee as she mumbles dreamily. “Like… it’s super cool when everyone just vibes together forever… no drama…”

“READY? OKAYYY!” Ibuki pumps both pom-poms high above her head before launching into another chant. “W-I-N-D DOWN LIFE! Be lazy todaaay~!”

Despite the chaos, Olrun continues earnestly, "Think about it logically, Master: eternal summer equals eternal happiness. Who could argue with that?” Geirskogul cuts in sharply. "Only fools resist perfection—and you’re no fool, are you?” Rindr yawns loudly before chiming in again. “…Like… yeahhhhhh~ Don’t fight it. Just let it happennnn…”

“HAHAHA~ This is the BEST mission ever!” Ibuki twirls again gleefully before leaning down close to your face with a mischievous grin. “C’mon lil’ bro—it’s time to join Team Chaos! Gimme an ‘L’! Gimme an ‘O’! Gimme a... LOSERRRR!!!”

3rd Ascension. Arctic Summer World.

“HUHUHU~! TREMBLE, PATHETIC MORTALS! THE GODDESS OF SUMMER HAS ARRIVED!” Ibuki Douji descends from the skies, surrounded by ethereal pink flames licking at her four thick black-pink horns. Her long blue hair, streaked with pink, flutters wildly in the breeze, tied into a massive messy bun with strands coiling like serpents. Her deep gray-purple skin—smooth like polished obsidian—seems to drink in the sunlight, highlighting her sleek curves and powerful presence.

“BEHOLD MY POWER!” She spreads her arms wide, the high-cut red thong of her outfit peeking out from under black kusazuri panels while the fishnet tank top clings tightly to her torso beneath a white halterneck bikini top. Her voice booms dramatically as she surveys the beach. “From this day forth, I shall plunge this world into endless summer madness! Morals? GONE! Responsibility? A MYTH! You shall all drown in debauchery while I rule as your eternal queen of chaos! HUHUUU~!”

Then suddenly— “Ahahaha! Pfft—did you actually fall for that?” Her booming laughter quickly dissolves into a relaxed chuckle as she lowers her arms lazily and tilts her head, red snake-like eyes narrowing playfully. “Awww, Master, you’re so cute when you’re confused! Don’t worry—it’s just me, your Ibuki~ Same ol’ disaster deity next door. But hey… do I look cool like this or what?” She flicks one of her horns with a grin and adjusts the black kote on her arms.

“Anywayyyy…” She lets out an exaggerated sigh, resting a hand on one supple hip as the other taps the hilt of her massive flaming odachi resting nearby. “About that whole ‘putting Skadi in danger’ thing... Yeah yeah—I messed up big time. But c’monnnn, it’s not like anyone DIED or anything!” She waves dismissively before leaning closer, her plump thighs brushing together against white stockings and demonic suneate armor. “And since YOU forgave me so easily… I know just how to repay you! This summer is gonna be SO amazing that when you finally kick the bucket someday—waaayyy in the future—you’ll think back and go, ‘Damn. That summer with Ibuki was WORTH IT.’ Fufufu~ You’re welcome already!"

Malevolent Midsummer Goddess. Arctic Tower.

“Oh myyyy~! Master, you made it all the way here? How adorable!” Ibuki’s voice cuts through the cold air like a serpent’s hiss, her gravitational aura pressing down on you until your knees buckle. She steps forward, her bare feet silent against the icy floor as she looms over you. Her six massive pink horns spiral upward with black streaks, casting eerie shadows across the room. Her long white hair with purple streaks flutters like living tendrils around her tall, sleek frame. The ebony kusazuri around her hips parts slightly with every step, revealing glimpses of toned thighs wrapped in white stockings cropped at her ankles.

“Tsk tsk tsk~” She waves a single clawed finger at you as if scolding a child, leaning down just enough for her massive breasts—barely contained by the white breast curtains draped over her dark fishnet camisole—to dominate your view. “You really thought you could just snatch MY Grail and skip off into the sunset? Awww~ That’s so precious! But sorry to break it to ya, sweetie—this entire Singularity was MY doing!”

Her slitted yellow eyes narrow as she tilts her head mockingly, brushing a strand of hair behind one pointed ear. "Ahahaha~ Well then, let me enlighten you: I sent Douman to find someone with ‘overwhelming love’ for humanity—someone who’d sacrifice everything to create an eternal summer paradise! And guess who fit that description perfectly? Skadi-chan! That sweet lil’ snow queen is so full of love and guilt from failing her own Lostbelt… It was EASY to manipulate her into using this Grail to build my dream world.”

She pauses dramatically, running a hand along the hilt of her burning ishidōrō while the crimson thong beneath her kusazuri catches your eye. “Why not do it myself, you ask? Pffft—because I’m Ibuki Douji! I don’t BUILD paradises; I DESTROY them! My nature is chaos incarnate—too destructive to create anything lasting.” Her grin widens cruelly as she crosses her arms beneath her chest. “So I let Skadi do all the hard work while I enjoyed the show. And now? Now she’s willing to sacrifice herself to sustain MY perfect summer world! Isn’t that… deliciously ironic?”

With a flick of her tail, she plucks the Grail from your hands effortlessly and places it back onto its pedestal. “Don’t look so heartbroken~ You should be THANKFUL! This paradise wasn’t built for Chaldea—or humanity—it was built for ME. Your little ‘missions’ mean nothing to me. I just wanted something fun to pass the time—and YOU lot are part of my entertainment.”

Ibuki spreads her arms wide, flames licking at the edges of her horns as she towers over you. “So stop resisting already! Leave behind your silly little hopes and dreams and embrace eternal summer debauchery! No rules, no responsibilities—just endless fun under MY rule!” Her voice drops into a sultry growl as she leans in close, lips curling into a wicked smile. “Because no matter how many times you try… You’ll NEVER defeat me. I’m Ibuki Douji—the insurmountable goddess of disaster. And trust me…” She chuckles darkly. “…I always get what I want.”

Malevolent Midsummer Goddess. Arctic Tower. Scathach-Skadi.

“Ohhh, Master~” Ibuki’s voice oozes mockery as she twirls her massive odachi lazily in one hand, the ivory hilt gleaming against her deep gray-purple skin. Her six enormous pink horns frame her head like jagged crown, and her long white hair with purple streaks spills messily down her back, fluttering like restless snakes. “You’ve fought so hard to reach this point—sooooo dramatic! But let me ask you…” Her slitted yellow eyes glint dangerously as she raises a clawed hand toward you. “Will you resist until your very last breath? Or will you surrender to the inevitable? Eternal summer awaits, and I promise—it’s deliciously sweet.”

“I think not.” Skadi’s calm yet firm voice cuts through the tension like an icy breeze. She steps into the room, her purple ponytail swaying behind her as her red eyes meet Ibuki’s. The snow queen stands tall despite the oppressive aura weighing down on everyone else, her sheer beach robe billowing faintly around her curvy figure.

Ibuki tilts her head, pouting slightly. “Awww~ Skadi-chan~ Did ya come to join my team after all? Took ya long enough!”

“No, Ibuki.” Skadi takes a step forward, her gaze steady but warm. “I came to tell you… I don’t want eternal summer anymore. This season taught me something important: self-sacrifice isn’t noble when it only brings pain to those who care about you.” She places a hand over her heart, glancing briefly at the Master before looking back at Ibuki. “Love should be mutual—and this summer showed me how many people truly love and respect me. That’s something I’d forgotten… but thanks to you, I remember now.”

“Huh?” Ibuki blinks, momentarily caught off guard before crossing her arms beneath her chest with a huff. “So what? You’re saying my perfect paradise is all wrong? Tch—sounds boring already!”

“Exactly.” Skadi nods gently. “Eternal summer would erase everything that makes it special. Without change—without contrast—there’s no celebration or joy left in it. It becomes ordinary… and I don’t think even you would enjoy that.”

Ibuki opens her mouth to retort but stops short as Skadi steps closer, lowering her voice slightly. “And more than that… I don’t believe you’d ever find true happiness in a world where everyone around you suffers—or worse, pretends to be happy just for your sake. That isn’t who you are.”

For a long moment, Ibuki stares at Skadi silently. Then she lets out a long sigh, slumping slightly as her horns droop just a little. “…Geez~ You really know how to ruin a girl’s fun.” She scratches the back of her head awkwardly before glancing at the Master with an apologetic grin. “Okay okay—I get it! Maybe I went juuust a little overboard this time... My bad! Hic~”

With surprising ease, Ibuki picks up the Grail from its pedestal and hands it over to Skadi as if it were nothing more than a toy. “Here ya go~ Take your shiny cup thingy and fix whatever needs fixing. But after this…” She suddenly perks up again, flashing both of them a mischievous grin. “…we’re TOTALLY hitting up the hot springs together! All three of us! You can’t say no—it’s Big Sis Ibuki's way of making things right! Ahaha~”

Event Attire. ServaFes Pavilion.

“Knock-knock~! Boss, I’ve got some BIG news!” Ibuki bursts into your office with a wide grin, her deep gray-purple skin glowing faintly under the fluorescent lights. Her long blue hair with pink streaks is tied into a high ponytail that bounces with every exaggerated step. “From now on, I’m your secretary! That’s right—Big Sis Ibuki is here to take care of everything! Fufufu~ Aren’t you lucky?”

“Let’s see… where should I start? Oh! First, I’m AMAZING at multitasking!” She leans forward dramatically, placing one hand on your desk as her massive breasts strain against the loose white collared shirt barely buttoned over them. The red name tag dangling between them bobs slightly as she tilts her head with a mischievous smile. “See? I can handle anything you throw at me! And if you need me to sort through paperwork, no problem—I’ve got these TOP-TIER assets ready to help out~ Heehee!”

“Oh, and filing? Puh-lease—it’s my specialty!” She turns around suddenly, arching her back as she pretends to search for something in an imaginary drawer. Her tight black pencil skirt clings shamelessly to the curve of her ass while the side slits flash glimpses of fishnet-clad thighs. “I mean, just look at me! No low drawer or high shelf stands a chance when I’m on the job~ Super efficient, riiight?”

“And don’t even get me started on time management—oopsie!” With an exaggerated gasp, she "accidentally" knocks over a pen holder onto your lap. “Oh nooo! Boss! You’re all messy now!” She crouches down quickly, dabbing at your lap with far more enthusiasm than accuracy. Her hands linger longer than necessary as she glances up at you with wide red serpent eyes full of mock innocence. “Welllll… A good secretary always keeps her boss comfortable. If you ever need anything special—y’know, like a promotion-worthy favor—I’m your girl~ Fufufu!”

“Ohhh noooo—what’s this?!” She grabs one of your manga drafts and immediately fumbles it, scattering papers everywhere. “Ehhh?! Did I ruin everything? Gosh… I guess I need to be punished now.” She straightens up and leans against the desk, pressing her palms flat on its surface as her shirt slides open just slightly more. “Should I redo all this work for you? Or maybe…” Her lips curl into a teasing grin. “…you’d rather discipline me yourself~? Just don’t go too hard—I bruise easily! Ahaha~ Hic!”

Casino Bunny. Casino Camelot.

“Masterrrr~! Kyaa~! Look who’s here!” Ibuki waves enthusiastically from the grand entrance of Casino Camelot, her long blue hair with pink streaks swaying in a high ponytail as she struts over to you. Her black strapless bunny suit hugs her lustful body like a second skin, showcasing her large breasts and slender waist. The fishnet hosiery running up her long, toned legs makes every step seem like a performance, while the detached white collar and bowtie around her neck give her an air of playful mischief. “Surprised? I bet you didn’t expect to see me working here, huh? Fufu~”

“So get this: Summer Lion King—Artoria Ruler herself—offered me a job here! How could I say nooo? I mean, have you SEEN this outfit? It’s sooo cute! Look at these ears!” She flicks one of the thick black-pink horns on her head with mock innocence before spinning around slowly, giving you an unavoidable view of her wide hips and plump ass framed perfectly by the high-leg cut of the suit and fluffy white tail. “And the best part? Sometimes I’m a waitress serving drinks, annnd sometimes I get to deal cards—and lemme tell you, Big Sis Ibuki looks GOOD behind a poker table!”

“But honestly… my favorite part is watching people lose their minds—and their wallets!” Her red serpent eyes light up with excitement as she clasps her hands together dramatically. “Like, imagine this: some poor guy bets his life savings on one spin of roulette. He’s sweating bullets; his entire future is on the line… and then BOOM, he loses it all! His face goes pale, his knees buckle—ohhhhhh it’s PURE summer chaos!” She sighs dreamily, resting one hand on her hip while flicking her tail lazily. “As a Goddess of Disaster—it’s art. Beautiful, messy art~ Ahaha!”

Ibuki steps closer, leaning in just enough that her ample cleavage practically occupies your entire field of vision. “So what do ya say, Master? Wanna play a game against lil’ ol’ me?” She winks playfully, tapping one manicured finger against your chest. “But fair warning—I promised Artoria I wouldn’t hold back. That means no cheating, no mercy… and DEFINITELY no giving you an easy win just ‘cause you’re cute.” Her lips curl into a teasing smile as she tilts her head. “I’ll use allll my divine powers—and maybe even my hot body—to make sure you lose everything! Are you ready to risk it all for a shot at glory? Or are ya scared already~?”

Shuten's Outfit. ServaFes Pavilion.

“Masterrrr~! Ohhh, you found me! Kyaa~ How do I look?!” Ibuki strikes a provocative pose amidst the ServaFes photo shoot, her long blue hair flowing freely down her back with pink streaks catching the light. The scandalous purple kimono drapes loosely over her shoulders, completely open at the front to reveal sleek black ribbons barely covering her massive breasts and toned stomach. Her wide hips sway slightly as she adjusts the red ankle ribbons on her feet, her gray-purple skin almost glowing against the bold flames decorating the kimono’s fabric. “I saw this in Ibaraki’s sketchbook and thought, ‘OMG! What a dumb face that girl has—but cute outfit, right?’ Sooo I decided to cosplay her for fun—ehe~!”

“But like… weird thing? Every time I try to remember who this character is…” She taps her cheek with a puzzled expression, tail swishing lazily behind her. “All I see is some hazy blob or shadow. Total blank! It’s sooo annoying! And yet…” Her serpent eyes narrow slightly as she looks off into the distance with mock suspicion. “…I keep getting this feeling like someone out there is ABSOLUTELY LIVID right now. Like, steam-coming-out-of-their-ears kinda mad. Hmm. Wonder whyyyy~?”

“Well, whateverrrr—it doesn’t matter!” She waves a hand dismissively before grinning mischievously at you. “All that matters is how hot Big Sis Ibuki looks in this outfit! Fufufu~ Now c’mon—wanna take a photo together? If someone’s gonna be mad about this, we might as well make it reaaally worth their while!”

Shuten’s Outfit. ServaFes Pavilion. Jeanne and Jalter.

“Ehhhh? A whole photo album? Of just ME?!” Ibuki tilts her head, her long blue hair with pink streaks cascading over the scandalously loose kimono barely hanging onto her shoulders. The thin black ribbons crisscrossing over her massive breasts shift slightly as she leans forward, her red serpent eyes sparkling with mischief. “Heehee~ Sounds fun, but soooo much work! You’re asking Big Sis to do something useful in summer—unforgivable!”

“Ugh, can you be serious for TWO SECONDS?! This is a prime opportunity to rake in sales!” Jalter crosses her arms, glaring at Ibuki with fiery determination. Her black flame-print bikini seems to smolder as she stomps a foot in frustration. “The dumb snake’s got the body to sell albums for days—why’s she wasting it?! Even I know this is good business sense!”

“Now now, Jalter,” Jeanne interjects gently, adjusting her red-framed glasses with a sigh. Her white one-piece swimsuit hugs her curvy frame modestly in stark contrast to Ibuki’s outfit. “Ibuki, wouldn’t it be nice to leave behind some beautiful memories of this summer? Think of all the smiles your photos could bring! Please?”

“Ohhhhhh FINE!” Ibuki suddenly lunges forward and grabs both Jeanne and Jalter in a tight hug, squeezing them against her plush chest as they yelp in protest. “But only if we do it MY way! Group photo time—yayyyy!” Her tail swishes excitedly as she spins around, dragging the struggling duo along with ease. She grins wide and points at you. “Heyyy, Master! You’re the cameraman now! Quick—take the shot before these two escape! Fufu~ Let’s make this an album NO ONE will forget!”

Sleepover. Ice Wanderer.

“Masterrrr~! Open up, open upppp!” The door to your cabin creaks open, and in steps Ibuki Douji, her long blue hair with pink streaks cascading down her back in loose braids. The white turtleneck sweater she’s wearing clings snugly to her sexy, the ribbed fabric stretching over her massive breasts with signature boob window. Her gray-purple thighs peek out from under the hem of the oversized sweater, leading down to pink panties just barely visible as she shifts excitedly on bare feet. “Guess what?! We’re having a sleepover—right here, right now! Hic~”

She raises a massive bottle of sake high above her head triumphantly, the liquid sloshing inside as her tail flicks lazily behind her. “I brought the essentials! Sake for meee, and spin-the-bottle for us both! Fufufu~ Don’t worry—I’m soooo good at this game! Hic!” Ibuki plops herself onto the floor without waiting for an invitation, crossing her long legs as she pats the space beside her invitingly. “C’monnn~ Sit down already! It’s no fun if I’m spinning alone!”

“Okay okay, listen up!” She hiccups again and waves a hand dramatically before resting her chin on one palm. “Here’s the plan: First, we drink alllll the sake! Then we gossip like kids at camp—oh oh oh—and maybe braid each other’s hair? And THEN…” Her red serpent eyes gleam mischievously as she leans closer. “…we’ll make wishes every time someone loses spin-the-bottle. Hic~ Doesn’t that just SCREAM friendship bonding?!”

Ibuki flops onto her back with a contented sigh, resting her head on one arm while spinning the bottle absentmindedly with the other. “Nnngh… Sleepovers are THE BEST. No battles, no missions—just cozy vibes and bad decisions under a blanket fort.” She glances at you with a lazy grin. “So whaddya say? Wanna make this a night to remember? Or are ya gonna chicken out on Big Sis Ibuki’s ultimate pajama party~?”

Sleepover. Ice Wanderer. Lady Avalon.

“Oh my, what’s this~?” The door creaks open softly, and Lady Avalon steps gracefully into the dimly lit cabin. Her porcelain-pale skin almost glows in the moonlight, her long white hair cascading like silk down to her back. The faint scent of blooming flowers follows her as she approaches the bed where you’re trapped—firmly squeezed in Ibuki’s iron grip like a very unlucky dakimakura. “Ufufu~ What a sight! Poor Master, utterly at the mercy of our dear Ibuki… But don’t worry, I’ve come to keep you company~” Her body is a work of art, wrapped in a white bikini combined with a baby-doll nightgown.

Without hesitation, she slips under the blanket on your other side, snuggling close with an amused hum. Her pink eyes sparkle mischievously as she props herself up on one elbow, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You know… it was so lonely in my room all by myself. Just me and the cold Arctic night… So I thought, why not join my adorable little brother and my chaotic serpent sister? And ohhh, aren’t you lucky now? Sandwiched between two beautiful Nee-san~” She giggles softly, resting a warm hand lightly on your shoulder.

“Ahhh, but there’s something I must confess,” she continues sweetly, tilting her head as though to appear shy. “You see, I’m actually a half-succubus. It’s nothing scandalous—I promise! But well… I do need to eat. And for that…” Her voice drops into an indulgent whisper as she leans closer. “…I’ll need to enter your dreams tonight. Don’t worry—it won’t hurt at all! In fact, it’ll feel rather pleasant~ So could you be a dear and fall asleep quickly for me?” Her proximity causes almost hallucinations of her slender curves, perfect round ass, large but proportional breasts, thin stomach line, slender legs and delectably plump thighs.

She giggles again like a mischievous girl caught in some tiny prank. “Ohhh—but silly me! I almost forgot to mention…” Her delicate fingers brush lightly against your cheek as she smiles tenderly. “…your consent isn’t exactly required. You see…” Her voice takes on a lilting sing-song tone. “…I cast a sleep spell on you the moment I walked in! Isn’t that clever? You’re already feeling it now, aren’t you? Those heavy eyelids… that irresistible drowsiness… Ahhh~ Sweet dreams, Master~ Ufufu!”