/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Yamame breathed out slowly. "Where the Shrine Maiden hit me..." She murmured. I looked down at her body. She lay in the bed with her arms laid back by her head, and her legs stretched out. Her shirt was riding slightly up on her hips, and I could see just the barest hint of skin between it and the top of her shorts. I thought about where Reimu had attacked. Slowly, I placed the cream on the bed next to me and, watching Yamame the whole time, brought my hands to the lowest button of her shirt. The second my hands made contact, I felt a shiver run through her. I looked into her eyes, and she nodded.
I undid the first button. Yamame's breath hitched when my hand pressed against her bare skin. She was hot to the touch, and I could feel the heat of her skin when I slid my hand upward slightly. For a moment, I forgot about what I was supposed to be doing. I just wanted to stare at her and feel her body. "Are you...going to continue...?" She whispered, and I snapped out of it. I slid my hand up her navel, pressing down just enough to feel the motion of her breath, then went to the next button. I undid this one, spreading the sides of her shirt and revealing more of her stomach. She wasn't as thin as I'd thought. When I cast an eye down toward her shorts, it occurred to me that, being a spider, she was probably rather muscular underneath the softness of her skin. Her thighs looked especially strong. With both my hands, I ran my fingers over her stomach and placed them on her sides. She was very soft. Gently, I pulled her closer to me. Now, her hair was splayed all over the bed, her breathing had become slightly heavier, and her good hand had closed into a fist. Staring into her eyes, I ran my hands back up her navel and took hold of the third button. As I undid this one, I started to see it. Across her ribcages, a patch of scarred skin. It ran through a larger area than I'd have expected from the way the gohei had hit her, and my fingers traced the edges of it without touching it. "Youkai heal faster than humans, but...this is the trade-off." Yamame whispered. I couldn't see the full extent of it, so I placed my hands on the final button. I looked up and Yamame and she looked back, and gave me a small smile. I undid the button, and the shirt fell open.

She wasn't wearing a bra. I tried not to imagine my own blush, but I could feel the way my cheeks were burning as I saw her chest shift as she took in a deep breath, then shift back as she slowly exhaled. Instead, I turned my attention to the scarring, which ran from her ribcage on the left around her side. It was more than I thought a single stick could cause, and I wondered about just how powerful the weapons of the Hakurei Shrine Maiden were. I groped about on the bed for the small pot of cream, opening it and dipping my fingers in. I emerged with a large dollop of cream on my fingers. I spread it over my hand, and with my other hand braced against her stomach, I brought my hand into contact with the scarring. I heard Yamame's breath catch as the coldness of the cream hit her skin, and I felt her abdominal muscles tense under my other hand. After a moment, she slowly relaxed, the harder muscle under my hand fading back into the soft skin. Slowly, I spread the cream, trying to work it into as much of the scarring as possible. "Th-That...feels good..." Yamame murmured between heavy breaths. I pressed my hand against the scarred skin slightly harder and was amazed to see Yamame let out something of a whine, her back arching slightly into my hand. She sunk back into the bed after a second, panting. "Your hands...feel very nice." She said quietly. I pulled my hand off of her flushed skin and dipped it back in the pot for some more of the cream. This time, Yamame drew in a breath between clenched teeth as my hand pressed into the skin. This time, I pressed slightly heavier, and Yamame's voice went up a pitch. I traced the edge of the scarring again, with the tips of my fingers, and Yamame rewarded me by shuddering beneath me. "C-Can I...see your scars?" She mumbled, pressed her head against her pillow and screwing her eyes shut. I finished rubbing in the current bit of cream and pulled my upper wear off, exposing my upper body to the cool air of Yamame's house. "I guess we match now, huh?" She whispered, raising her good hand and running it across my burn wounds. She raised it up to my shoulder and arm, where Rumia had torn apart most of the skin and muscle. I shakily nodded. The scars had led me here, in a sense. If I hadn't gotten them, I might never have been on that path that day. I might never have fallen into that hole, and I might never have met Yamame Kurodani.

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>>36649079
She's shaped like a wife!

Dying alone without Yamame!

>>17870871
Even if she's a fatty?