/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>33343371
I rolled twice myself and got type index twice, but anyway:
>Raiju
>Very energetic girl with a fuzzy and messy hair bolts outside and grabs my hand
>"hiareYoumynewhusbandohmygodyou'resohandsdome"
>drags me out to her house
>looks more like a electrical workshop than a farmhouse
>I start asking about various equipment, tell her I'm an electrical engineer myself
>she gets really excited
>"ohmygod, our glorious leader really did read my letter"
>chat around a bit, she's super fast, but very nice and easy going
>time to go for the kill
>casualy approach her while she talks about Linux and GNU being two diffrent things
>get touchy
>she grabs my arms
>not yet sugarpuff
>wait, mamono turns down sex?
>she says You need to see the farm
>takes me out
>"farm" is just a sea of metal pylons
>ask her what is she farming
>"Lightning of course! Now we should head back inside, storm is going to be here very soon"
>indeed there's a mass of dark clouds approaching fast from the east
>"Good thing You came today, You're not going to ever forget our wedding night."
>we get back inside
>storm starts
>deafening cascade of thunders starts hitting the pylon field
>she seems entranced
>I just pray that none of those will hit our house
>after a while everything calms down
>"Wait here husband"
>she runs out to the pylons buzzing with energy
>grabs a cable sticking out of the ground
>clicks a button and at the same time all pylons connect to her
>mass of electricty hits her so hard I can see her hair glowing like the second sun
>it's like a localized explosion
>and then - after a moment, everything is calm again
>she's just laying there. I want to go and check on her, but she stands up before I can do anything.
>I back away a few step as she looks at me with mad, lustful eyes
>I can feel sexual energy, the power of which could monsterize a whole realm emanating from my new wife's frame
>fear and excitement freeze me in place as the energy radiates stronger and stronger the closer she gets to me
>I really am not forgetting this night