/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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Taking your time, wandering from hallway to hallway.

The hallways were fairly friendly, sexual assaults are yet to be seen. The width of the halls are enormous, allowing all different kinds of strangeness to fit in comfortably.
All around you are not too far off from normal, old friends getting together, sharing stories of their vacation days.
Never before have you truly appreciated the existence of monster girls up until this point. Sure their monster bits are true to their monstrous ancestry, but the girl bits were pulling their weight was well.
The tight t-shirts barely able to contain the powerful busts...
The ropes holding together the exotic fabrics making slight indentations on the soft pink skin...
As if god was compensating for their monstrous features, all the girls are so absolutely gorgeous to the point where I feel bad for normal human girls for having to compete with this.

The lively atmosphere around was indeed pleasant, a suitable feeling of being in school. But as you pass by all the chatting and giggling, in the quiet halls of the 3rd floor library, a dreaded sense of loneliness finds you.

The irony of surrounded by hundreds and thousands, yet you're still alone makes you want to laugh, but the laughter jams in your throat and you only manage to cough up a noise.

In the disturbed silence, you can't help but remembering things you wanted to forget.

>..Since when the hell did I get this sentimental....