/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>45808707
>>45808712
This, Reimu is fine as she is but should become even worse. I can do this, it is within my power to make her worse. I just have to enter Gensokyo first.

>>45204816
Why would a fanfic make you mad? Can you not separate different fictional works from each other?

>>45033847
Any 'mu lover is a man of sublime tastes

>>44823600

Anon blinked as he looked down at his daughter, his face flushed and a tinge of panic behind it. Hana could feel his eyes bore into her, the sham of a miko dress was many things and 'low-cut' was one of them. She could feel his eyes wonder onto her admittedly modest cleavage as he broke eye contact.

Still he resisted the effects, he let go of her hand and stood up, "It's- it's not for the best to stick close with how you are right now..." Anon ran his fingers through his hair as he exhaled deeply, she knew it was working.

She also knew how stubborn her father could be at times, still all it needed was a small push. After all, the effects of the aphrodisiac were potent, it was all she could do not strip off and mount him like an animal.

Hana stood up as well, her footsteps were soft as she practically glided over to him. Her socked feet barely touched the ground and it seemed that with a bit of surprise on Anon's part that she wrapped herself around his arm.

Sweetened words poured out of Hana before she realized she made them, "It's been too long since we last napped together hasn't it? Come, it'd be like it used to be!" Hana felt a clear agonizing guilt well up in her. Like a worm it tried crawling out but without a clear mind to focus it that guilt stayed buried.

Anon's eyes glanced over to the futon, he opened his mouth to object again but Hana cut him off with her own words, "Won't you rest with me?" She pulled his arm with her as she urged him to the futon and Anon muttered, "R-right, a nap should clear our heads wouldn't it?"

Hana could see a smile force itself to his face, "You've always been keen on when I've been pushing myself haven't you?" Anon followed along willingly, no longer resisting, "Thank you for taking care of this old man, you know I'm glad you still care..."

That worm of guilt moved up further but Hana had no time for it. Every time his skin touched hers it was like static, she could see nothing else but the man at her side. She sat down at the edge of the futon where Anon joined her.

She removed the ribbon from her hair, trying not to blatantly reveal her true intentions as excitement built up in her. Anon scooted himself back, placing the toppled contents of the tray on the ground.

Hana saw Anon prepare some of the pillows for them, noting with a bit of irritation that he prepared them rather distanced from each other. The futon itself could comfortably fit around 8 people, so this would not do at all.

Anon turned over, his back facing his daughter as he said nothing and seemed to try focusing on sleeping. Hana pouted, but took the chance to remove the dress, leaving her in nothing but her bloomers. If Anon heard the rustling of her clothes he said nothing, perhaps he was trying to ignore it?

This would not do, Hana crept up to him like a predator. The feelings of liberation and disgust at her own actions was intoxicating, her exposed skin shivered in the cool air.

She lay down next to him, clinging onto his back and wrapping her arms around his torso. Her voice was sickly sweet as she called out unable to keep the dripping desire out of her voice anymore, "Father~ hold me like you used too, its too cold in here"

Hana heard his voice shake as he responded, "It's not good for you if I... if I were to hold you right now. We- you're not yourself right now..." With her body flush and near tembling from excitement Hana tried turning her father to face her. There wasn't any resistance as she did so, and she couldn't keep a sloppy grin off her face.

Anon's eye's didn't dare look down as his arms seemed pressed against his chest, still Hana could hear his breathing grow a bit deeper as she hugged him from the front. She burrowed her arms into his shirt relishing even the simple feeling of his bare skin and muscled body.

She worked to lift the well tailored shirt off of him. "Hana, what are you...?" She didn't stop, "You must be uncomfortable right? Its too tight to rest comfortably in isn't it?" Anon said nothing as he relaxed his arms letting her take his shirt off.

Like a present she relished seeing what was underneath, unlike in happier times she knew it was all for her to indulge in and not even the scarring on his body could dampen her enjoyment of its sight. As she started fumbling the button of his pants her ears once again caught his tembling voice, "Do you know what you're doing...? We can never go back, once I take your first time even when I get out of here..."

Hana shushed him like he used to do with her when she was younger placing a finger on his lips, "I don't care about any of that! You give your love away to whoever walks in that door right?! Then... what about me? I've been with you longer than any of them! I... I can't think of anyone I'd rather have!"

A darkness spread over Anon's face replacing the confusion from earlier, as if some vital part of his psyche finally broke he reached out his arms and took his only daughter by the waist.

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