/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>45968337 (3/3—p6)
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It was pure rapture.

Lying there on the cold, wet floor, panting like crazy and with my legs scandalously spread out, thick sperm overflowing out of my flushed femininity—Eirin's quality control of sperm has come a long way; sweet and dense, rich too—, my hair a mess and my mind an even bigger mess. My trembling hand fell on my stomach as I closed my eyes, delighting in the sweet leftover roughness—an overall divine taste that permeated my whole fatigued and satisfied body.

For almost three years, me and him have had sex…

… Today was the first we made love~

Yet I cried throughout the entire thing, as did he, now sitting naked with his back against the wall, knees brought to the chest and a hand firmly holding a wad of hair, face hidden. His toned body gleamed in sweat, smell intoxicating and begging me to ravish him all over again, each muscle grown through specialized diets, drugs, and exercises, all to maximize stamina and power for every motion of his body… With an odd clarity in my mind, I eyed him and cataloged more and more properties we engineered so his performance would always be outstanding: virility treatments to keep his libido high; eyesight control to keep it sharp; training to deal with different clients and different scenarios; a multitude of medicines to disallow any disassociation during coitus; and the list goes on and on.

Every inch of his body and mind, controlled and improved. He'll reach 80, 90—1000 years of age and still be as vigorous as he was 20 years ago, never falling ill or losing the functionality of a body part. I’ll make sure of it.

To remain stoic in the face of the passage of time—like me—; a thousand years and much more to come, our millenniums that'll be shared with our little world growing inside of me~

A perfect man—my man, my reflection—that I'll never let rot away…

A quick Gap and my fatigue is gone—though the pleasure and bliss remain, the Gap stopping them from fading away—and I sit, legs crossed and holding my left ankle with both hands, a sweet smile painting my face. “… It's great to meet you, Anon-kun. My name is Yukari, but you may call me Yukarin~” I joke, heart throbbing.

It does feel like the first time meeting him again~

The hand hiding his face falls, and calm eyes stare back, as if it were never hatred there to begin with, his glare making my stomach turn; so cold… “Did you get what you wanted?” Despite the stare, his voice carries no anger or rage, tears subsiding.

“I still want more~” I wink. He doesn't react. “… I want more. Your hatred is beautiful and special to me, but we’ve only scratched the surface. Our connection goes much deeper than making love on the floor, and I want to reach the bottom of it…” I cut myself. The words are there: 'before our child is born', but they don't come out—staring inside his intensely calm gaze and dried tears, it suddenly clicked, and my smile grew. “My~you must've liked this as much as I did, Anon—you don't even look mad.”

He closes his eyes and my heart thumbs anxiously. Are those the first embers of a burning love? A confession of 'yes, I enjoyed it' or— “We've had sex, Yukari…” His eyes softly opened, revealing two precious jewels carrying a weird, complex feeling I had never felt before… Yet, it was surprisingly easy to attach the word 'unreachable' to it. “But never once did I think of you.”

I completely freeze. W-What…?

“I closed my eyes and imagined another woman—a good woman—and in my mind I made love with her, bathed her in love and passion… Outside there was only hatred for you, but a hatred I was detached from.” Every word cut deeply, drawing blood and ripping veins and organs like paper… And I stood there, my mouth pursed to a thin line, my eyes wide, heart silent, ears ringing loudly. “… Did you get what you wanted, Yukari? I wasn’t there, so I wouldn’t know.”

It sounded like shattered glass.

I…

… O-Our connection…

It was impossible for a moment to form a cohesive thought; blinding rage threatened to overflow my mind. How dare him?! I bared my heart and my soul, and he says these things?! Trembling hands created Gaps all around him, its eyes wide and bloodshot, ready to cause pain. Anon kept staring intently, unmoving—a meter between us in this cold and dark room of a parody, surrounded by lies and deceit…

… My love and his hatred, our connection…

The one-meter gap between us, simple and small—a dull kitchen knife, 6 inches long, iron—felt impossible to close.

Lies, lies. Lies upon lies…

I felt cold.

With a deep breath, the Gaps circling him slowly faded away, his stone-cold stare never dying.

My hands were shaking…

… Because it doesn't need to be like that—not for long.

I-I still have something, a TRUTH that'll change this! That'll swiftly cleanse and make our connection real and significant, beautiful as it was just one second ago!

Gently, my hands hold my belly, a desperate smile opening. “A-Anon… I'm—”

“You're pregnant. I already knew it, Yukari.”

>>45372193
confrontation chapter tomorrow! Get your favorite 'ENTER' music ready~