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Why hate Mokou and Kaguya? Maybe because they have it so good?
You will never experience the satisfaction that comes from a night of explosive intimacy in which you share your body in every way with your partner, all while having out of body experiences as your soul swirls around her's between extreme bouts of lovemaking which drive you beyond the flesh.
And even worse you'll never wake up the next morning with bones broken, covered in bruises, her marks of love all over you, shots of burning pain electrifying your spine everytime you shiver in the cold morning dew. You'll never cling to her for warmth, feeling your body slowly mend, body temperature steadily rising, one of the only times you will appreciate the feeling of healthiness and life.
You'll never be the first to be able to move in the morning, rolling on top of your still recovering partner and pinning her below you for a gentle encore of tender loving tempered by soreness and empathy.
You'll never be the second to recover either, involuntary tears staining your cheeks as she loves you while the tingling pain fades away.

>>7377309
Addendum: All hatesex becomes tender lovemaking after a few deaths tire them out.

>>7338969
It takes effort to get it like that.

Both

This.

With bowlegs like that I'd wear baggy pants too.
Personally I still prefer Mokou being an unwanted albino from birth and her hatred for Kaguya stemming from the fact that her father wanted Kaguya so much and didn't even want to look at his own daughter.
That way when they have hatesex Mokou is caught between self-loathing and the desire to be and possess Kaguya so she is desirable too, while at the same time she wants to disfigure and maim Kaguya so that her bewitching beauty that Mokou will never have is shattered.
But it always comes back, and before long that same beauty bewitches Mokou yet again and that sickening mix of admiration, desire, lust, jeaous and hatred drives her to seek Kaguya out for another session.
Fap fap fap
Kaguya's motivation though is perhaps even more twisted in my mind, but that is for another time.

Bitter enemies?
Bittersweet lovers.

Sex hair and bruises.
All I have to say.