Odachi Festival

"Achoo!! Ugh~~, it's freezing!"

"Hey, honey…… Are you okay?"

　It was the end of the year. New Year's Eve afternoon. The sky over Ogami Village was covered in leaden gray clouds, with powdery snow flurries falling intermittently. Shivering from the draft seeping through the front door, Masato, clad only in a loincloth beneath his down coat, gave his wife Kazuha a light hug.

"I'm fine. Alright, I'm off! It's my first time participating in the festival practically naked like this, so I'm a bit nervous…… But, it's the village tradition."

　Kazuha pressed her cheek against her husband's chest, a slightly worried look on her face as he gave a wry smile.

　Twenty-five-year-old Masato Himekawa possessed a well-built physique, standing 186 centimeters tall and weighing 115 kilograms. He'd dedicated himself to American football from middle school through college, resulting in broad shoulders, a powerful chest, and abs as hard as rock. His hair was cut short, framing a rugged yet handsome face. He had the kind of looks that would make any woman who liked sturdy sportsmen turn her head.

　That same Masato fell head over heels for Kazuha Himekawa when they met in college, and upon marrying her, he moved to her hometown of Ogami Village as a son-in-law. He'd only been working at the village office for half a year. Today was his first time participating in the 【Odachi Festival】. All adult males under 60 living in Ogami Village are required to participate in the 【Odachi Festival】.

　His father-in-law, Rikimaru Himekawa, standing beside him, broke his stern expression and roared with a hearty laugh.

"Don't worry, Kazuha. The 【Odachi Festival】 is a festival for men! Masato's a fine Japanese lad, trained to the max. He'll fit right in! Trust your husband!!"

　At 45, Rikimaru stood 178 centimeters tall and weighed exactly 100 kilograms. His sun-kissed skin framed thick brows and eyes with three whites. Wire-like, stiffly spiked hair accentuated his deeply chiseled face, reminiscent of a movie star from years past.

　By the way, Rikimaru is the section chief at the village office and also Masato's boss. His muscular physique is the result of years of training; his chest, arms, and legs remain powerful, though his belly carries a bit of fat, giving him an overall stocky, solid build.

　Though Rikimaru was Kazuha's father, he doted on Masato like a real son.

　Beneath his down coat, he wore only a traditional loincloth. He also sported a headband and tabi socks, but these did little to conceal his body. Though Masato initially blushed with embarrassment, Rikimaru barked, 'If you're a man, stand tall!' and Masato reluctantly accepted. Taking off the coat meant being nearly naked. Though it was a sight often seen on the news, it felt like an unreasonable custom for a midwinter festival, and Masato sighed softly to himself.

　With Kazuha waving goodbye, the two left the Himekawa residence and headed for the shrine. Along the way, as other men dressed similarly began gathering in droves, Masato's lingering embarrassment gradually faded.

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　Ogami Village, being rural, had many manual laborers, with most men working in construction, forestry, or agriculture. Every adult male was well-built, and many frequented the gym. For some reason, the village boasted a large, well-equipped training gym that seemed out of place in the countryside, and the men of the village had a tradition of proudly showing off their hard-earned physiques there.

　When Masato and the others arrived at the shrine, over a hundred men had already gathered. As evening approached, every man shed his outer garments, standing in nothing but a loincloth. In the midwinter air, their breath formed white clouds.

　Masato couldn't help but gasp. While there were slight differences in height and body fat among the surrounding men, every single one possessed abundant muscle. From youths who had just turned eighteen to veterans in their fifties—they were all well-built, powerful men. Thick necks, bulging trapezius muscles, broad chests, defined abs, powerful thighs. And the bulges straining against the fabric of their loincloths—every feature radiated the scent of strength. Despite facing men, Masato found himself captivated. Then, Rikimaru smacked him hard on the back.

"Hey, Masato, stop spacing out! We're carrying the mikoshi!!"

　In front of the worship hall sat a single mikoshi bearing a giant statue modeled after a tanuki. An abnormally large scrotum hung between the tanuki's legs. Flanking this tanuki mikoshi were two more mikoshi, each carrying a statue modeled after a giant penis. The men naturally split into three groups and hoisted their respective mikoshi. Like Rikimaru, Masato grabbed the poles of the tanuki mikoshi. All the bearers wore only loincloths. Skin touched skin, the heat radiating from the men's bodies palpable. Even before lifting, a stifling, muggy heat hung thick in the air.

"""Ready…… set……go!!"""

　With a shout that shook the earth, the heavy mikoshi was lifted by the sheer muscle of the men. It was incredibly heavy. But the strength of the men participating in the festival was formidable. In Masato's field of vision was Rikimaru's broad back. His eyes unconsciously drifted to the crease of his stepfather's fundoshi, a sight he was seeing for the first time.

　The route winding through the village was long, with many slopes. The midwinter night wind stung their skin, yet the men radiated such heat that steam seemed to rise from their bodies. Their deep, spirited voices echoed throughout the village.

──SOIYA!! SEIYA!!

　With every step they took, the macho men's thigh muscles rippled and their glutes contracted. Sweat dripped down, dampening the fabric of their loincloths. Masato was bewildered at first, but his athletic blood stirred, and he gradually got swept up in this bizarre fervor.

"How about it, Masato? Feels good, doesn't it, this heat? It's a festival only men can join!!"

　Rikimaru's sweat-soaked back was broader and more muscular than Masato's real father's, and his ass was so big it was breathtaking. The bulge between his legs trembled with each vibration, pushing against the fabric. For some reason, Masato felt his own crotch growing hot, and he hurriedly looked away. Surely this was just the festival getting him all worked up. As a heterosexual, it was impossible for him to be aroused by a man──.

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　From evening until 11 PM, the village men marched tirelessly through the streets. The lights of food stalls glowed in the distance, carrying the cheerful voices of children, women, and elders. Only adult, muscular men served as bearers. Sweat, heat, and the scent of masculinity mingled together. By the time they returned to the plaza before the main shrine hall, every man was drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

　At 11 PM—midnight—the men lowered the mikoshi and gathered in one spot. Just one hour remained until the New Year. The sight of over a hundred men clad only in loincloths, packed tightly together, shoulders pressed, steam rising from the heat, was truly spectacular.

　Standing beside Rikimaru, Masato caught his breath, still immersed in the festival's lingering atmosphere, when the sound of the New Year's Eve bell, heralding the end of the year, resounded throughout the square.

──Goooooon!

　The next instant, the tanuki deity statue suddenly began emitting an eerie glow. The light gradually intensified, causing the enormous scrotum between the statue's legs to shine ever brighter. The surrounding men suddenly grew restless, murmuring excitedly.

"Everyone, it's here! The start of the 【Osu-Mikuji（Male Fortune Draw）】!!"

　Someone bellowed. In response, the other men, especially the older ones, cheered ecstatically as if they'd been waiting for this moment. Masato looked around uneasily.

"Uhahaha! It's the 【Osu-Mikuji】 time, Masato! When you wake up next, you'll be a completely different person. Keep your wits about you! In a bit, you'll get a jolt of stimulation right to your brain!!"

"Rikimaru, what do you mean become a different person…… GAAAH?!!"

　Before Masato could hear the end of Rikimaru's answer, the souls of over a hundred men were simultaneously ripped from their bodies with a sharp tear. They became floating particles of light, drifting toward the colossal scrotum of the divine statue. Masato felt his own soul being sucked into one of the two testicles. Into the darkness──hot, sticky, and reeking of a potent, masculine scent.

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　In the plaza before the worship hall, the men who had been filled with fiery passion moments before now lay sprawled on the cold ground as if lifeless. Over a hundred men clad only in loincloths, their sweat- and dust-covered bodies huddled together in sleep, resembled a mountain formed by the overlapping of the dead.

　Only the crackling sound of sparks bursting from the bonfires echoed through the deathly quiet plaza. Distant voices drifted on the breeze—the calls of female vendors from stalls along the approach path, the laughter of shoppers.

　The eerie gap between that bright bustle and the silent forms of the fallen men only heightened the strangeness. The tanuki deity statue placed before the worship hall still glowed with an otherworldly light. The enormous scrotum, having absorbed the souls of all the surrounding men, was now swollen to bursting, nearly touching the ground a meter below.

　The moment the New Year's Eve bell tolled for the umpteenth time, the heavy, drooping scrotum trembled violently. Then, the divine statue's phallus—its glans completely covered by skin—began to slowly erect. It grew thick and sturdy, pulsing as it swelled. Soon, sparkling particles of soul erupted from the urethral opening with the force of semen. Over a hundred souls were released as shimmering droplets, dancing through the air above the square.

　But they did not return to their original bodies. Randomly, like a divine prank──, each was sucked into a different vessel.

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　After a while, the men who had been sleeping as if dead began to wake one by one. The sound of breathing, moans, spread through the air. Masato also regained consciousness. He tried to sit up, but his entire body felt as heavy as stone. It was an otherworldly, abnormal lethargy, clearly beyond mere fatigue from carrying the mikoshi. It was far worse than forcing his aching muscles to move the morning after being thoroughly worked in club practice. It was a weight filled with disquiet. Through his drowsy haze, Masato gradually heard the excited voices of the men around him.

"Yesss! This time I got the jackpot with the 【Osu-Mikuji】!! A young body after so long♥♥ Skin's got a nice firmness to it……, and this cock's huge!!"

　A sturdy young man, around twenty, stood there kneading his own thick chest. His eyes glowed like a madman's, and from the loincloth covering his crotch, an erect cock, swollen with excitement, was poking out.

"Young bodies are the best, I tell ya! Looks like I'm gonna have a blast this year!! My cock's rock hard right now!"

　Now, a voice from another man. A tanned, muscular guy in his early thirties, looking like a construction worker, was stroking his toned abs with one hand while gripping and rubbing his stiff, curved shaft with the other.

"Wh-what the hell is this?! My body's turned into an old man's! My belly's sticking out, it's heavy…… And to top it off, chest hair's growing everywhere, it's disgusting!!"

　Just when it seemed to be nothing but excited voices, a despairing, raspy voice joined in. A middle-aged man in his forties, overweight, grabbed his thick belly fat and whined with a look of utter misery. His unhealthy, greasy skin glistened in the torchlight.

　While the men around him cheered or cursed, Masato, finally able to move his body somewhat, stood up and looked down at his current form.

　What met his eyes were palms unlike the ones he'd always seen. His fingers were slightly shorter, but instead, they were thick and knobby. His chest was muscular, but covered in fat and sagging a bit. Thick chest hair, damp with sweat, encircled his nipples. His abs should have been sharply defined, but now they were soft and bulging like a beer belly, the lines barely visible. His butt somehow felt bigger too. His legs had shortened, but his thighs had thickened. The bulge pushing up his loincloth felt heavy and hot.

"What the hell is this……?! What's happening to my body?!"

　Shocked beyond words, Masato could only let out a small groan. And that voice wasn't his own. It was low, with a rough resonance──somehow familiar.

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"I never imagined this year's 【Osu-Mikuji】 would be you…… Sorry about that, Masato. I've taken your body."

　Masato turned his face toward the voice. Standing there was a man who looked exactly like his former self──【Masato Himekawa】. A well-built frame standing 186 centimeters tall, broad chest, rock-hard abs, and a rugged, short-haired face. But his expression was that of a man who'd seen it all, and his mouth curved into the same boisterous smile as always, reminiscent of Rikimaru.

"【Me】…… no, wait—could you be…… Rikimaru?!"

"Aye, I'm Rikimaru Himekawa. Just now, that raccoon dog sucked my soul into his scrotum. Fate's a cruel joke—it seems my soul got swapped with yours, son-in-law."

"No way!"

　A large palm gently rested on Masato's──no, on Rikimaru's solid shoulder.

"I get why you're confused. When I first experienced it, I was just as bewildered as you are now. During this annual 【Odachi Festival】, you see, the mysterious power of that raccoon dog deity statue over there causes the men's bodies to swap. The men of this village call it the 【Osu-Mikuji】. Don't blame Kazuha, okay? The women of this village have absolutely no idea the men's bodies have swapped."

　Rikimaru's voice was now that of 【Masato】, and his usual boisterous 'Gahaha!' laughter was restrained. A deep sense of apology seeped through his words. His soul now inhabiting Masato's body, he crossed his sturdy arms, tilted his thick neck slightly, and looked up at Masato with a gaze from below. The fundoshi between his legs visibly bulged with excitement, yet his expression remained somber. He furrowed his brow and bit his lip.

　It was an expression mixed with regret and tenderness, like a father who had hurt his own son.

(Is this how it'll be? My soul settling into my father-in-law's body, living not as 【Masato Himekawa】 but as 【Rikimaru Himekawa】? If I end up living as Rikimaru, what will happen to Kazuha?)

　After this festival, what if Rikimaru, now in 【Masato】's body, returns home? Kazuha, unaware of this bizarre ritual, would surely never notice. A soul swap? No sane person would even consider such a thing. And then Rikimaru would make love to Kazuha in the body of the newlywed 【Masato】. She'd be pulled close by 【Masato】's strong arms, her face pressed against his broad chest, her hands tracing his rock-hard abs. Kazuha, who was weak for forceful, muscular men, would surely enjoy it.

'Masato, you feel so strong today……'

　Whispering in such a sweet voice…… That image flashed vividly through Masato's mind. 【Masato】's lips pressed greedily against Kazuha's soft ones. Tongues entwined, saliva exchanged. 【Masato】's rough hands groped Kazuha's slender body, grabbing her breasts. Her soft breasts changed shape, threatening to spill from between his fingers. 【Masato】's massive cock forcibly pushed open Kazuha's narrow slit. Before she could resist, his powerful thrusts drove deep inside her.

──No! Kazuha is my wife! I can't forgive this, even if it's my father-in-law!!

　Jealousy, desire, and disgust swirled violently within Masato. Because of this incomprehensible supernatural phenomenon, his wife was being violated by the man before him──, by his father-in-law, who now possessed his former body. The image of this situation made him feel like he was going mad, yet at the same time, he felt a strange excitement.

"Rikimaru! This is just a temporary body swap, right?! An abnormal phenomenon where over a hundred men's bodies swap at once can't possibly last forever!!"

　Masato grabbed Rikimaru by the shoulder and desperately pleaded. His grip tightened as panic and fear surged within him. Yet, upon hearing Masato's plea, Rikimaru narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

"Bodies swapped by the 【Osu-Mikuji】 can't be returned to their original state. The next body swap with another body won't happen until next New Year's Eve. For the entire year between, you'll have to live in 【my】 body. In other words, you'll have no choice but to live as me……"

"A whole year?! That can't be……"

　To the speechless Masato, Rikimaru continued.

"Don't worry. Within a week, you'll start accepting the new body. And after a month, you'll come to recognize its body as your true self…… By the time next New Year's Eve rolls around, you won't have a single regret left for your original body. That's the mysterious power of the 【Osu-Mikuji】."

──GOOOOOOON!!!

　An especially loud bell tolled. It was the sound announcing the halfway point of the 108 New Year's Eve bells.

　The confusion and panic filling Masato's mind cleared instantly the moment he heard that sound. As if the bell's sound were washing away his chaotic thoughts──.

　And replacing the vanished anxiety, his mind filled with an abnormal, overwhelming sexual desire. He felt an immense sexual attraction toward the man standing before him──his father-in-law, who moments ago had looked exactly like himself. His groin throbbed painfully, pushing his loincloth higher and higher. This was far beyond a normal erection. Veins bulged, swelling to the point of bursting, and the surface of his loincloth was soaked through with pre-cum.

　Glancing around, it seemed the other men were in the same state, their eyes darkening as they began to crave each other's bodies.

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　As the bell's sound lingered and slowly faded, the square before the worship hall grew increasingly heated. Torch flames flickered brightly, and the thick scent of sweat and semen hung heavy in the air. Over a hundred men devoured each other's flesh as if cursed by the gods, their gasps, akin to the roars of beasts, melting into the frigid night sky.

　Even as Masato and Rikimaru exchanged intense glances, other men nearby were preparing to indulge in a lewd feast.

　Musashi Ota, the village's only police sergeant. Twenty-eight years old, married with two children. His face was the honest, handsome type befitting a cop—short-cropped hair, sharp eyes. His height and weight matched Masato's, and his muscular, sturdy build was built up at the village gym.

　His thick chest was as hard as steel, his abs carved into six distinct blocks, and thick veins bulged across his log-like arms and legs. His manhood between his legs was big and long, almost intimidating. Normally a sergeant brimming with righteousness, he now surrendered that powerful body to another man, his anus being penetrated from behind.

　The soul inhabiting Musashi's body belongs to Yoichi Abe. At age 59, this year marks Abe's final participation in the festival. A former yakuza with a criminal record, he is now unemployed. His perm-curled hair frames a lecherous-looking face with drooping eyes and thick lips. His entire body is covered in tattoos. His body is thick with excess fat: his belly hangs low and large, his chest sags with jiggling fat, and his buttocks are soft and spread wide. His body hair is sparse, his skin a flabby, pale white. His flaccid, foreskin-covered cock, though erect, hangs heavy and limp, dripping viscous pre-cum from beneath the skin as it swings loosely. That was Musashi now.

　Abe wore the handsome, sincere face of 【Musashi Ota】, now slack and relaxed. 【Musashi】's usually sharp eyes were vacant and melted with pleasure, his nostrils flared with excitement, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Sweat-dampened short hair clung to his forehead, his thick chest heaving violently. He gripped his partner's hips with thick arms, pulling him closer with beastly strength. The raging, enormous cock—【Musashi】's, glistening with lust—had thick veins bulging on its surface. The glans was swollen, dark red, and gleamed with the sheen of pre-cum. He thrust it in and out, again and again, into the completely relaxed ass of 【Yoichi Abe】.

"Uhohoh…… It's tightening up just right, 【my】 ass♥♥ This old, loose flesh is wrapping tightly around my cock, you see♥"

　He growled low with pleasure, using his young body to thrust his hips violently back and forth. The sound of flesh slapping echoed, and with each contraction of 【Yoichi Abe】's plump buttocks, the thrusting young cock buried itself deep inside Musashi, all the way to the root. Sweat from the two males lost in sex splattered around them. Four thick thigh muscles rippled, two asses jiggled and shook. At the peak of his excitement, Abe distorted his face—the face of a sincere police officer—sticking out his tongue as he slammed his hips down with all his might.

　Meanwhile, Musashi, being fucked doggy-style by Abe, wore an expression of agony. His graying crown was drenched in sweat, his lecherous face pale, saliva dripping from his thick lips. His asshole stretched wide, his anus twitching spasmodically at the sensation of the inserted cock. Perhaps because 【Yoichi Abe】's body remembered the pleasure of being violated by a man, his flabby flesh burned hot. The heavy cock in his crotch swayed in a semi-erect state, drool dripping from its tip. Every time Abe's glans scraped against Musashi's prostate, a mind-numbing pleasure raced through his entire body.

"Hii…… Gyaah! This is…… disgusting…… Being violated by this old man's filthy body is the fucking worst!! And yet…… my ass feels so damn good... I'm gonna lose my mind!!"

　Abe mercilessly thrust his hips, forcing his massive cock deep into 【Yoichi Abe】's loose ass. Musashi's knees buckled, but he braced himself desperately, holding back his ejaculation.

"Ugh……ahh……, I can't……! If I cum in this body, I'll have to live out my life in this body──"

　Musashi let out a small groan, forcing out a voice. His expression a mix of pain and pleasure, his flabby chest and belly trembled. He, who had protected villagers and families with his muscular body, now possessed the body of a fat old man, raped by a yakuza soul, his anus being torn apart. His reason and sense of justice melted away within the filthy old man's body. Yet, within the agony of humiliation, an unknown pleasure began to sprout, corroding Musashi's heart.

"What are you holding back for, former Yakuza 【Yoich Abe】?! From now on, you'll live out your days in that body forever, so don't hold back—feel every bit of pleasure you can get! Here, let me make you cum with 【my】 young cock, spurting load after load!"

　Abe laughed maliciously, thrusting his cock even harder. The movement made 【Yoichi Abe】's asshole clench tightly, pushing Musashi to the limit of his sanity. The pride he'd held in his muscular body was being erased by the pleasure of decaying inside this old man's body. His spirit, bound within the old man's flesh, was being corrupted by Abe.

"I'm cumming, you cock-loving, dirty old man! Take this cop's thick, sticky cum deep inside your filthy asshole!!"

　A large palm slapped his ass, and hot fluid poured into Musashi's body. The sound of the slap echoed around them, leaving a red mark on his white buttocks. 【Yoichi Abe】's flabby abs twitched, his anus tightening as if craving the male's juice, and a massive load of semen spurted from the foreskin-covered cock between his legs. He knew that once he finished, it would all be over, yet Musashi's body was too obedient to the male cock to resist. The milky white male fluid poured down, soaking the ground, its pungent, raw scent spreading around them. The old man's limp body collapsed from the knees, sprawling on the dirt.

　Musashi exhaled roughly, gazing up resentfully at the young body of 【Musashi Ota】 standing rigid before him. The man who had been an honest, righteous police officer had lost to Abe, who had violated his body. Now, in the body of an old man who had learned submission to another man, he would spend the rest of his life. A viscous fluid continued to ooze from the tip of his shriveled cock, worn out from too much ejaculation, while the flabby flesh of his belly twitched occasionally. The spirit that had inhabited the old man's body would never return to its former self. Musashi, once a muscular and dependable police officer in his youth, vanished from this day forward.

"Phew, that was pretty good asshole, old man♥ From now on, 【I】'll protect your family and the villagers as Sergeant 【Musashi Ota】, so don't worry!"

　Former yakuza Abe──, Sergeant 【Musashi Ota】 declared loudly, then tightened his loincloth and stepped into the circle of men wrestling and grappling. His back, brimming with youthful muscle and confidence, bore no resemblance to the former Abe.

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"Rikimaru……♥"

　With each toll of the New Year's Eve bell, Masato's heart melted further. He found himself feeling affection for the body of 【Masato Himekawa】. Just the touch of his own rough hands caressing Rikimaru's chest sent shivers of pleasure running down his spine. The lewd cries of macho men losing their reason, echoing from around them, only further unsettled Masato's heart.

"Rikimaru…… I like you♥ But more than that, I'm in love with Kazuha……"

"Yeah, I get it…… But listen, you don't need to worry about Kazuha. From today on, 【I】'll be her husband. I'll take responsibility and make sure she's happy♥ And remember this: even if this body's contents change, 【Masato Himekawa】 stays the same. Even if I impregnate Kazuha, the child that's born will be yours."

　Rikimaru's vulgar tone filled Masato with anger, yet at the same time, he felt a thrill so intense it made his whole body shiver. Just the touch of those rough fingers groping beneath his loincloth, handling his penis, made his knees go weak. Where just moments ago he'd felt only resistance to this service from another man, now he even felt arousal. With each lingering echo of the bell, it seemed Masato's consciousness was gradually being overtaken by the body of 【Rikimaru Himekawa】. His soul settled into the unfamiliar body, feeling nerves extend to the tips of his fingers and toes. Masato was close to ejaculation.

　Rikimaru grinned, kneading Masato's chest as he whispered into his ear.

"Forgot to mention, even after our bodies swap, if you hold off on ejaculating until 1 AM on New Year's Day, you can get your original body back. But hey, Masato……, now that you've tasted how good it feels in the ass, it might be too late for you!!"

"Rikimaru, what are you going to do to me……? Gah……?!"

　The sudden intrusion of a foreign object into his anus, coupled with the intense sensation of it writhing violently, caused Masato's thoughts to freeze. The asshole of the 【Rikimaru Himekawa】, owned by over twenty villagers, had been thoroughly loosened—easily swallowing even a slightly larger cock from an athletic guy. Moreover, despite his flustered demeanor, he wore a smile on his face and even turned his butt toward Rikimaru as if begging him to penetrate his anus──.

　The world went black before Masato's eyes. He could only accept the reality of being fucked in the ass. His own former cock, his father-in-law's thick, powerful cock, mercilessly tore into Masato's hot, wet flesh. With each toll of the bell, his reason melted away. The surreal scene unfolding before him had now become Masato's reality.

"My ass is burning……♥ Please stop……, Rikimaru……♥♥"

　【Rikimaru Himekawa】's body, intoxicated by the pleasure of being penetrated, drowned in ecstasy regardless of Masato's will. The cock already bursting free from the loincloth was thrashing about, spraying clear fluid all around.

　Hot—unlike anything Masato had ever felt before. An alarm was blaring annoyingly in his head, telling him not to cum, yet his body was accepting the pleasure, on the verge of spilling his load.

"How's that? Feels good, doesn't it? That body of yours…… it's always been, and always will be, the property of every man in this village! Most of the men here have taken that body. From the young to the old farts, every single one of them gets addicted to 【my】 asshole and can't get away. This year, you're just the one who owns it. Give up, Masato! Drown in the male pleasure in that body of yours!!"

　Rikimaru's cock ravaged Masato's asshole, penetrating deeper and deeper, grinding against his prostate. The hot, hard glans stretched his sensitive intestinal walls as the piston motion grew more intense. Was it because 【Rikimaru Himekawa】's body was made to delight in accepting a male's violation? The depths of his anus throbbed, contracted, and wrapped itself around Rikimaru's cock.

"Ohhhhh! Yesss…… 【Masato】, fuck me harder……♥ More……, more……♥♥"

　Having witnessed Masato's complete fall, Rikimaru wore an expression filled with delight as he kneaded Masato's buttocks with both hands. Each time his fingers dug into the flesh, Masato's anus tightened its grip, swallowing Rikimaru's cock even deeper. Now, Masato had become a vessel, accepting the male's service as 【Rikimaru Himekawa】.

"I'm going to cum, 【Rikimaru】!!"

　The clock was already striking one in the morning on New Year's Day. As the hundredth chime rang out, Rikimaru's hot, powerful load was poured into Masato's body. Simultaneously, Masato's cock sprang up forcefully, spraying his raw, pungent semen everywhere.

"Ohhh……♥ Being fucked in the ass by my daughter's husband and impregnated feels too good……♥♥ Kazuha, forgive me! From today, 【I】 am your father……♥"

　Rolling his eyes back, drool dripping, Masato reveled in the ecstasy of ejaculation as 【Rikimaru Himekawa】. The heat of the male essence poured by 【Masato Himekawa】 spread to every corner of his body. All around them, the moans of the men whose body swaps had also been completed echoed throughout the entire front of the worship hall.

　The 108th bell tolled, and the testicles of the tanuki deity statue began to glow with an eerie light once more. It was the signal announcing the end of this year's 【Osu-Mikuji】. The light gradually faded, finally disappearing in silence. Around it, the men who had finished copulating lay exhausted, fast asleep. Masato lay within the body of 【Rikimaru Himekawa】, closing his heavy eyelids. As consciousness faded, he realized: Having allowed himself to ejaculate, his soul would never leave this body and return to his original one. He could no longer walk the path of life as 【Masato Himekawa】──.

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