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AI art "十六夜咲夜は最年少" featuring #Touhou Project, #Remilia Scarlet, #Sakuya Izayoi and #Flandre Scarlet

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十六夜咲夜は最年少

フランドール・スカーレットとレミリア・スカーレットに紅茶の飲みすぎはおねしょの素だと言った次の日おねしょをした十六夜咲夜。

#Touhou Project #Remilia Scarlet #Sakuya Izayoi #Flandre Scarlet

Yayınlanma tarihi: Oct 22, 2026

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character: remilia_scarlet, flandre_scarlet, izayoi_sakuya, copyright: touhou 3 girls, izayoi_sakuya, remilia_scarlet, flandre_scarlet, grey hair, short hair, twin braids, hair between eyes, green hair bow, blue eyes, maid headdress, maid, white apron, puffy short sleeves, frilled apron, remilia_scarlet, short blue hair, hair between eyes, red eyes, bat wings, mob cap, red ribbon at the hat, pink frilled dress, flandre_scarlet, blonde hair, side ponytail, long hair, red eyes, bat wings, mob cap, red ribbon, white puffy-sleeved shirt, red vest, ascot, red skirt, bed scene, large canopy bed, white bedsheets, crumpled bedding, wet bedsheet, spreading yellow urine stain on the mattress, damp darkened fabric, urine stain on the bedding, kneeling on the mattress, sitting on the bed, ashamed, heavy blush, embarrassed, mortified, ears red, downturned eyes, biting lower lip, hands gripping the sheet near her thighs, hunched shoulders, looking down at the stain, delighted, pleased, open-mouthed grin, crescent eyes, leaning toward the maid, teasing laugh, laughing, smug, pointing at the maid, looking at the maid, bedroom, night, warm lamplight, from above, high angle, three-quarter view, dutch angle, close group composition, looking down The camera looks down from a high angle at the corner of a huge four-poster bed in a dim scarlet-curtained bedroom, tilted a few degrees off level, so that the three figures bunch close in the upper half of the frame and the sheets spill toward the viewer. Sakuya Izayoi kneels in the centre of the mattress, both knees sunk into the crumpled white sheet, weight rocked back on her heels, her back rounded and her shoulders drawn up around her ears. Her short grey hair is mussed from sleep, one braid swung forward over her shoulder, the green bow at the side of her head loosened and sitting askew; the white maid headdress has slipped back on her crown. She wears her maid's black-and-white dress with the puffy short sleeves and white frilled apron, the apron skirt crumpled under her and the cotton clinging where it has bunched. A broad yellow stain spreads across the sheet directly beneath and between her thighs, its wet edge darkening the fabric in a ragged tide line, the damp patch soaking outward into the folds so that the sheet sticks flat and glistens in a small area before fading into dry white cloth. Deep red heat floods her cheeks and the tips of her ears; her brows are drawn up at the middle, her blue eyes cast down at the stain, her lower lip caught between her teeth, and both hands clamp the sheet beside her knees, knuckles pale, fingers digging into the wet cotton. A single crease of sheet is pulled taut under her grip. Remilia Scarlet sits cross-legged at the near left corner of the bed, small and upright, her short blue hair loose around her face, the mob cap tilted back with its red ribbon, pink frilled dress pooled around her knees, the scalloped bat wings folded behind her shoulders. She leans in toward the kneeling maid, one elbow on her own knee and her chin propped on her fist, red eyes bright and fixed on Sakuya's face; her mouth is open in a delighted grin, cheeks rounded, lashes lowered with obvious pleasure. Her free hand rests flat on the mattress between them, fingertip a finger's width from the wet edge, not quite touching it. Flandre Scarlet perches on the right side of the bed on her heels, body twisted toward the camera and toward Sakuya both, blonde side ponytail swinging forward over one shoulder, long hair falling loose, red ribbon and mob cap slightly off-centre, her red vest and white puffy-sleeved shirt creased with sleep, red skirt crushed beneath her. Her red eyes crinkle half shut, her head tips back and her mouth is wide open mid-laugh, one small hand lifted with the index finger aimed straight at the kneeling maid in a mocking point; the other hand slaps flat against the sheet, and the impact has bunched a ripple of linen under her palm. Her wings flutter half-open behind her in agitation. The bedsheets are the ground of the picture: rumpled, half off the mattress at the lower right, one pillow knocked to the floor beyond the bed frame, the heavy curtains hanging dark on the far side. The only light is a warm bedside lamp at the upper left, falling across the three faces and raking the wet patch so that the damp fabric shows a soft sheen on its upward folds while the creases between them fall into shadow; the room behind the bed goes deep red and almost black, and the girls cast one soft joint shadow across the ruined sheet toward the lower right. Palette of white linen, warm lamplight amber, deep scarlet curtain and the blotted yellow stain, nothing else admitted. Petty, unbearable, and very funny.

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