Neurotypical idiots

I fucking hate all of you for making me waste my time.

After graduating from university, I still was a virgin. Some of my ex-classmates I was kinda close with kept bugging me about my "distant, cold and aloof personality". They don't understand it's plain boring to spend your time with people who are majoring on computer engineering, yet still don't know how to install a Linux distro or make a basic IRC client in C. Because of this, interaction between us consisted of calling me whenever they wanted to play a multiplayer game or had a problem with their pirated software running on shitty hardware. Telling them outright to fuck off wasn't a good idea because university forces you to do group homework and making enemies is never a good idea, no matter where you are.

Now for the relevant part. Since we all grew out of university and went on with our lives, many of them followed the usual trend of getting a job, buying a car, finding a girlfriend and becoming utterly bitter faggots. One of my ex-classmates called me, said he's wondering how I've been doing and invited me over to his place. Trying not to be an asshole, I accepted his invitation and had a long conversation while we were having lunch. The lunch his girlfriend had prepared for all three of us.

Him: "How's life going for you?"
Me: "Got a job for a small company that works with embedded devices. Been writing some simple drivers and helping them with their Linux servers and stuff because they don't have any sysadmins yet. What about you?"
H: "Found a job at a company that makes software for other bigger companies. It's been pretty hard on me but I'm doing this for the both of us."
(starts staring at his girlfriend, she giggles and they kiss)
H: "I suppose you already found someone to give meaning to your life."
(first thought that comes to my head is that of my favorite Touhou, then I realize how gay he sounds)
M: "No, you know I'm not the kind of person to spend my time with others."
H: "Awww! Come on, aren't you a bit too old for that?"
(girlfriend agrees with a quick nod and a "Yeah, yeah")
H: I bet you still live alon- don't tell me you are still single!"
M: "Well, yeah. Time and money are virtually unlimited, there's nothing to complain about this lifestyle."
(girlfriend looks mildly offended)
H: "You wouldn't understand! You've never had someone to share your days with."
(Is that my fault? I consider myself an unintelligent dumbfuck and finding people who are mildly interesting is pretty fucking hard. Also, what kind of brainwashing have you been through? What's with those awfully cheesy sayings?)
M: "Of course not, I'm considerate enough not to bore other people to death with my endless ramblings about computers."
H: "Haha, don't say that, I'm pretty sure there's someone out there for you."
M: "I'm not trying to be mean, but I'm real fucking sick of that line. How many times have I told you I don't find permanent company enjoyable? Living alone and having all the time I want for myself is what I've always wanted ever since I was very young and I'm not giving it up after I've come this far."
H: "You're saying that because you're feeling lonely. Don't worry, it's not that uncommon to rationalize your situation, especially at your age. Believe me, you wouldn't want to go back to being single after you find someone you genuinely enjoy spending your time with."

Trying not to start a pointless argument at someone else's place, I laugh it off and propose we play something after we're done having lunch, on the excuse that "it's not that uncommon to become a little faggot at games, especially after you find a girlfriend". I was expecting his girlfriend to get mad and him to laugh, but instead they both laughed like monkeys. After finishing our lunch, I gave his girlfriend a honest compliment for her cooking skills, thanked both of them for the meal and went straight for his PS3. I spotted a brand new copy of some Call of Duty game,

M: "What about this one? Seems like neither of us have played this game before and it'd be nice to see if it really is catered for 12 year olds."
H: "Haha, yeah, I wouldn't play that game by myself, I bought it hoping I could play it with someone else."
M: "You haven't even peeled off the cover. Have you not played this with her?"
(you can read "shit, I totally forgot about her" on his face)
H: "Uh, she doesn't like that kind of games. (...) How about Little Big Planet?"
M: "Uh... okay."
("yay" in the background)

Thinking it would be a boring game for children, I was surprised after having some legitimate fun with it, though it's not my favorite kind of game and I was progressively getting bored. Seems like he was getting bored of it too, though his girlfriend was still brimming with enthusiasm. Which is funny because she was pretty bad at the game.

-- cont
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>>80
Read it right now you piece of shit.

>>73

Disgusting, nature is vulgar so of course I would hate the natural smell.

Perfume isn't about covering up the smell of human, it's about mixing an intoxicating smell with the human smell and only being able to smell the bad parts of both. Only a nigger would enjoy smelling like that.

Judging people based on video games.

I agree with >>73 on that.

>>77
I never implied I wanted this to evolve into marriage and it never did. Actually, marriage is pretty stupid, even some neurotypicals acknowledge this. Ever had a friend as a roommate/flatmate for more than 3 years? In the best cases it starts as fun and bliss and ends up in huge arguments over tiny matters. Only a retard would ruin a relationship by purposely introducing previously nonexistent differences.

>>82
Finish your story already you nigger.

The only thing I could do after those heavy make out sessions was waiting until we both wanted to go to sleep, wait until she felt asleep, go to the bathroom and furiously masturbate to the thought of what could come next.

As many of you know, there is some chance you will feel shame and regret right after finishing. I'd always get that feeling. "I've wasted too much time on this". "She only looks cute to me when I'm horny". "We haven't done much lately". "There are many other things that are much enjoyable and productive than this". "I should be working on my personal projects instead". I'd go back to my bed, put my blankets between my legs and hope I'd dream that night with Youmu.

It did happen once. The dream, or at least what I remember from it, started at a cereal factory in Gensokyo. I was in charge of controlling the all the cereal processing machines from a computer that was on the roof of the factory. It ran a fucked up version of Windows ME and showed the global state of the plant. I fucked up trying to automatize a process I can't recall for a reason I can't recall. Youmu came upstairs, kicked the door open and stared at me while pouting like any anime girl would. "Look at what your craze for automation has done". I excused myself and went downstairs. The first floor was flooding with magic cereals. Trying to make my way through the rivers of cereal, I reached the basement and pushed the emergency poweroff button. I went back to the computer room on the roof, clicked the "Stop cereal flood" button which appeared on my desktop for no real reason (dreams being dreams) and went back downstairs looking for her. "Have you seen Youmu?", I asked the relaxed Kaguya on the hall. She simply pointed to an empty room and I went there. "I've been waiting for you", she said. She took my hand, we left the room and suddenly we were in what I think was her bedroom. She was wearing nothing but her underwear and white thighhighs. She lied on the bed and I tried taking her thighhighs with my mouth. I woke up. I felt immense bliss accompanied by tears of joy.

I got up. Hatate was taking care of her hair in the bathroom.

M: "Isn't a bit early for you to be doing that? We haven't had any breakfast yet."
H: "What, are you hungry? Hold on, I'll help with you breakfast after I'm done."
M: "You didn't answer my question."
H: "Oh, I have to leave earlier today."
M: "Um, is that so."
(I could use some time to work on my programming backlog)
M: "Will you come over next weekend?"
H: "What kind of question is that? Of course."
M: "Good."

We made breakfast together. I tried to challenge her for a quick time trial at the Nurburgring GP layout (who am I kidding, that shit's not "quick" at all) but she refused and said she was in a hurry. Did I fuck something up?

I went back to my bedroom, started Vim, realized my hard disk was a mess and did some directory cleaning before getting to the programming.

-- cont

lmao magic cereals

don't cliffhang us like this!!

After a rather long programming session, I heard the doorbell. I don't remember ordering anything in the past few weeks. Who the hell could it be? Nobody but Hatate, Alice and the DHL guy ever comes here. I opened the door. No one was there.

The doorbell rang. I opened the door, nothing.

The doorbell rang. Someone must be playing a prank on me, better ignore it.

The doorbell rang again. Fuck, what is it now-

H: "Kakashi Newspaper!"
M: "(...)"

What the actual fuck. Hatate was there, wearing her Hatate costume. She looked different from the first day I met her. I had never noticed how cute she looked in that costume until now. Her twintails stirred up something inside me. Of course, being the insensible nigger I am, I had to stare at her in obvious surprise and laugh like a monkey on weed. She blushed like and tried pretty hard to stop herself from crying.

M: "Wait, wait, I really appreciate this. You look really really cute. I-I didn't know what to- you surprised me, in a good way, trust me, I didn't know how to react."
H: "I hate you.", she said in a broken voice.
M: "Come in, I'll promise I'll make up for this. A back massage sounds fine?"
H: "You knew how to give massages and you tell me until now?"
M: "Actually, I don't even know how to give a massage."
H: "Ahhhhhh-"
M: "Come in."
(She finally comes in)
M: "You look great. Have you always looked this good?"
H: "(...)"
M: "Shall we try the back massage?"
H: "Uh, yeah."
M: "We can't do this on the couch. Let's do it in my room."
H: "(...)"
M: "Anything wrong?"
H: "N-not really."

She sit on the edge of my bed.

M: "So."

I kissed her on the cheek.

M: "There's something I'd like to tell you. Don't laugh."
H: "You laughed at me and am still hurt. I can't promise that."
M: "I love it when you kiss me on the cheek, more than anything else."
H: "That's... cute."

She kissed me on the cheek.

M: "I wasn't expecting you to come back. Thought you had something else to do."
H: "I wanted to surprise you, this was the reason of my hurry."
M: "How about we get started?"
H: "Ah, this will be so bad."

Making out on top of my bed. Again, nothing special. I now accepted full-on kisses just as warm-up for what's coming next and not as something special on their own. Seriously, what the hell does everyone enjoy so much about them? You see people doing it all the time, even in public, like it's something they absolutely need to do so they don't shit their pants.

Everything was much more intense than it usually was, though. The sight of a cosplaying girl sitting on your bed will get the best of any weeb. I was pretty damn confused, for one moment I thought I was taking the real Hatate's shirt off. Anyway, wasn't this supposed to be a simple back massage?

M: "Hold on. Teach me how to take it off."
(her bra)
H: "Heh, alright."

She turned around and showed me her back.

M: "Hold both strips, push them like this and undo it like this."
H: "Oh, just like my mom's."
(I deserve being kicked in the balls on a daily basis)
H: "Uhh... I guess."

Even if they weren't anything special, I was glad to see the same old small breasts. Except they didn't look like the "same old breasts", I swear they looked much more 2D-like. I sucked her nipples a little bit.

I asked her to lie on her stomach. Softly kneading the sides of her neck was my first idea.

M: "Make sure you let me know if it hurts."
H: "Mhhm-"
M: "Is it that bad?"
H: "No, it's good."
M: "Alright."

Clumsily grabbing her shoulders and rubbing my hands on her back was all I could do.

H: "That's enough."
M: "Did you not like it?"
H: "I can't say it was the best massage I ever got. I do like having your hands all over me."
M: "Same goes for me."

I took my shirt off. At first I wanted her to "massage" me, but I couldn't resist and instead went for her neck and breasts. It still amazes me how she always managed to get that reddish tint on her skin in a matter of seconds. She played with my nipples and collarbone as usual.

I don't know what kind of thought process goes on my head when things like this happen, Sometimes I wish I weren't such a fucking retard.

H: "[REDACTED]-kun..."
(at this point I was kissing her under her ribs, which means I had already progressed quite a bit. I stopped.)
M: "Yes?"
H: "Ugh- don't stop please-"
(your fault for calling me -kun, do you not realize this is weird)
M: "Sorry."
H: "Hnn-"

Not that fucking Western moan again- whoa, she's breathing pretty heavily.

H: "I'm ready."
(What does she mea- PANIC)
M: "Wait I'm not read- I am but-"
H: "But what?"
(I could notice some serious desperation on her voice)
M: "I, uh (...) don't have any protection."
H: "You're terrible."
M: "Hey, how was I supposed to know this would happen?"
H: "You could have been prepared from the beginning."
M: "I guess so."
H: "You're terrible."
M: "I know, I know-"
H: "You're terrible."
M: "It's not like I can do anything right now, I'm sorry, I know I-"
H: "You're terrible."
M: "Goddamn, you're annoying."

I grabbed my shirt and ran off to the nearest drugstore. What would have taken me 10 minutes in a normal day took me about 3 minutes. Once I was reaching my destination, I saw a random man going into the drugstore. Not even a race-modified Twingo with disc brakes on all four wheels, perfect brake balance and super-sleeks on warm tarmac would have stopped as effectively as I did. I resumed my walk in the most casual-looking way possible, completely forgetting the fact I was sweating like a horse. "How much for these?". I pointed towards a pack of the basic version of the most popular brand I could find. That was the first time I ever bought condoms. I'm not 12 anymore so I didn't laugh, cry, stutter or run.

I continued the same fake-looking walking style for about 200m and then ran off like a nigger on crack. I had a hard time opening the front door.

There was a topless Hatate sitting on my bed. She must have gotten cold by now. Indeed, her skin was back to its normal color.

H: "Oh my god, you actually did it-"
M: "At least- let me catch- my breath firs-"
H: "No, you're terrible."

She kissed me again. I almost passed out, so I broke that kiss and went back to the neck, collarbone, breasts and belly sequence. She got warm and reddish again.

My mouth hit the top of her checkered skirt. Yes, I wasn't able to take it off without her help.

Fucking silky shimapan. Shimapan. She was planning this from the very beginning.

M: "You have no idea of how happy I am right now."

A weeb's dream come true.

-- cont

_{See you tomorrow}

A weeb's dream come true.

_wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww^w i am really excited now^!

This thread appears to belong on 4ct's shithole or r9k or something. What gives?

>>88
Shut the fuck up. This is the most enjoyable thread we've had in a while.

>>89
Wroang.

Enjoying this thread.
Type faster, damnit. I want to see how it ends.

Of course it's just a story, but she's better in text form I'm sure.

Should this thread be banned?

>>86

Kakashi Newspaper

LOL.

>>93
You should be banned.

Man the fuck up and quit being beta, bitches.

"Oh, just like my mom's."

damn this girl is a trooper

>>88
Kill yourself.

>>90
Your contributions are appreciated, RedCrimea.

Your prose is complete filth and your story a bore. I'd rather read RFCs for dead protocols all day.

>>99

Then go right ahead.

>>96

beta

Back to your cage, monkey.

>>98

Your contributions are appreciated, RedCrimea.

It was not me, it was a cloan, but I appreciate in turn that you welcome my contributions by implication. You admit yoar roal, am I coarrect in this evaluation? It is a fundamental requirement foar avoiding the goatfinger.

PUMBLENUTS

>>99
Are you one of those children who see dead animals on TV and yell "MOM THAT'S HORRIBLE" but won't stop watching even if nobody is forcing you?

>>102
No, I mean the excellent threads you have been posting lately. context, motherfucker, do you read it?

Unless... were those threads started by a cloanbro?!

>>104
Cloans are not ``bros''.

>>103
No, I love dead animals.

>>105
Wroang.

Hey OP, is Youmu just your imaginary friend or is she already a full-blown ``tulpa''?

>>108
'>implying a plebeian like OP could create a tulpa

>>109
http://bbs.progrider.org/lounge/read/1429669004

get 4 youmu

>>99
I'm a programmer, of course my life is boring and my writing is shit. Why are you surprised?

>>108
The whole tulpa thing doesn't seem plausible to me. I've never tried it.

i dreamed of making magic cereal with op and youmu

OP WHERE THE FUCK IS THE REST OF THIS STORY

>>114
Yeah I was waiting the whole fucking day for it!

So I've got this topless girl in my room. She's only wearing her checkered skirt, black kneehighs-almost-thighhighs and blue shimapan. I could not believe my eyes, I thought I wouldn't live to see this.

I didn't know how to take her panties off while she was lying on the bed. Every method I could think of involved lifting her butt with one hand and pulling them with the other hand, which I avoided since I'm not strong enough for that. I asked for her help.

M: "Could you please take them off?"
H: "W-wha- not yet- you still have almost all your clothes on-"
M: "Uh, you're right."

I undressed very hastily until only my brief boxers remained. There was a small wet spot on the tip of my penis.

M: "It's alright now."
H: "You go first."
M: "Okay."

A string formed between that wet spot and my penis. First time I've had that happen. Usually I shave it because I dislike the rough sensation of having industrial grade wiring on my thighs and balls, though that wasn't the case that time.

Hatate's reaction was hard to describe. I guess it was confusion, surprise, disgust and a bit of lust at the same time but it could have been just disgust.

H: "May I touch it?"
M: "Uh, yeah."

She enveloped it with her thin hands. I thought having someone's else hand on your penis would be heaven on earth, but it feels exactly like using your own hand. Hell, no, my hand feels better. The gazing was getting kinda embarrassing.

M: "It's my turn now."

I made her stand up, kneeled in front of her and slowly pulled them down. I made sure not to look at her crotch while I was doing it. The skirt covered pretty much everything anyway. When the panties reached the floor, she did the rest of the removing herself.

I stood up, hugged her trying to maximize skin contact and nibbled her ears a little bit. I stopped and she took her skirt off. Then she reached for her thighhighs.

M: "Don't take them off, please."
H: "W-Why?"
M: "Please."

Any self-respecting weeb loves thighhighs.

I took one condom and tried to put it on. It was disgustingly greasy and smelled like shit. It was hard to tell which side was the one to be unrolled, so I tried grabbing the reservoir from one side and then from the another one until it finally unrolled.

Done giving my penis all my attention, I looked back at Hatate. Big shock, her body looks pretty human. I'll explain.

[NSFW links] http://imgur.com/D8hA8dc,Dc5LCIP,EO01Z0N,ReRFCid
In all these pictures you can see how her muscles and breasts are so firm and her skin lacks depth. By this I mean touching her skin should be enough to feel the overall shape of her muscles. They also look well-placed enough not to shake under any circumstances. This is not that far from reality, I'm a thin guy with somewhat defined muscles and I can feel my muscles when I touch myself. I could repeatedly jump in front of a mirror and not much would jiggle around.

However, Hatate showed me this is in fact pretty rare. I knew her body showed some signs of not being perfectly firm but I always ignored it and blamed it on the awkward positions we'd make out in. This time she was standing in front of me, wearing nothing but her thighhighs. Of course I could get a more thorough look of her body if I stepped back while she was conveniently displaying it. Her skin indeed had some "additional depth". Putting my hand on her stomach made it vibrate a little. Unlike 2D girls, whose skin depth is zero everywhere, her skin depth was a non-constant function depending on the coordinates of her body and displayed an irregular contour. It's like if another dimension had been added to her skin. Also, her pubic hair formed a rather impressive bush. You rarely (if ever) get to see that on 2D girls, for good reason.

I still had a full boner but this realization definitely held me back. I wasn't as horny as I was in the beginning. In any case, virtually everyone does unbelievably stupid things like skipping classes/work for a whole month, spending shitloads of money on flashy clothes, pretending to be something they aren't or wasting many months playing driving games with a girl with the only purpose of getting laid. Everyone takes sensible choices based on cost-benefit ratios, right? If they're throwing many months of their lives, trying to get their dick wet for at most two hours, sex must be some damned amazing reward. That's of course under the assumption you're in a stable relationship under birth control and free of STDs. One-night stands and casual hookups obviously don't fall under the category of getting your dick wet unless you're aiming for a pack of six AIDS-ridden niggers.

I continued, hoping the "reward" would mean having the absolute best time of my life. We both lied on the bed again, her on top of me, grinding and making out like if there was no tomorrow. I slid my hand down to her crotch and felt some wet hairs. No heterosexual man in their right mind would ever let a wet girl go and I was no exception.

Now I was on top. There ain't no such thing as too much foreplay. This time I teased the shit out of her by licking very closely to her nipples without actually touching them. Softly blowing on them until she guided my mouth to them. I learned by sliding a finger on her body (and watching her reactions to our previous make-out sessions) that her belly wasn't that sensible to the touch, so I minimized the time my mouth was there and went lower. This was the first time I kissed her pubic mound and inner thighs. The hair always gets in the way but you learn to ignore that. I spent a pretty long time on this area, then flipped her back on her stomach, kissed her back and down to her butt, Then I kissed her hamstrings, pulled her thighhighs down (just a bit) to kiss her kneepits and she let out a heavy gasp-moan hybrid.

Back to lying on her back. I went straight for her vulva. Kissing and rubbing her outer labia with my fingers, then back at her pubic mound. At this time I wanted to find her clitoris but that huge fucking bush wouldn't let me. I had to feel around until I found a small fleshy lump under a hood. I've heard a clitoris is as sensible as your glans and you probably don't want to touch it directly. I held her clit between her outer labia and moved my fingers in circles while I licked her vulva. She tensed up so much she pressed my head between her thighs. I had to stop licking before I drowned in her crotch, thought I kept moving my fingers.

I let her catch her breath. Looks like she came.

Keeping this steady pace, I started to insert a finger inside her. Holy shit, she was leaking. I played with the walls of her vagina for a bit but I wasn't getting any feedback from her. I tried to insert it deeper and found a somewhat elastic fleshy wall.

H: "Ah-"

She tensed up when I hit it. Not sure how much that hurt. Then I tried to lick her clit while I tried to go deeper with my finger. Her reaction was now of wanting more while not wanting more at the same time.

H: "Wait-"
M: "Does it hurt? I mean, I know it hurts, do you think you can handle it?"
H: "Not like this."

Desperate French kiss.

The time has come.

-- cont

>>110

No one is impressed or amused by it

It's for my own personal amusement, not yours.

>>85,113
I had been trying to come up with a plausible explanation for magic to exist in Gensokyo. Where does all that energy come from? They must get it from somewhere else. Without falling into "it's magic, i ain't gotta explain shit" territory, I concluded they got their energy from a superdense way of energy, namely magically-charged food. I guess this is why I dreamed of magic cereal, though I never concluded it had to be cereal before.

Also, sorry if any of you find any grammar issues. I keep deleting entire sentences and rewriting them after having serious brainfarts. Sometimes I don't proofread my posts because this textarea is way too small and the fucker will resize back to normal when I hit the preview button. I'll try to proofread all my posts from now on.

----

Two things: the actual hole is placed much lower than you think. Vaginas are scalding hot.

This isn't something you find out by using your finger, you have to use your penis for that.

It was when I grabbed my penis to put in inside her that I found out condoms sacrifice at least 60 or 70% of your sensitivity. Not sure how it was for her, I never asked. Taking it with my own hand felt like grabbing someone else's dick. You can't even feel the warmth of your own hand, no matter how hard you grab it. Good god, she seems to be enjoying herself so much. yet I can't even feel my own penis.

I kneeled in front of her trying to do it in the missionary position. I grabbed my penis and slid it down her vulva. When I thought I had gone low enough, I pushed. Nope, not there. Further down, push, not there. I felt like my penis would snap at any instant.

M: "It won't work in this position."
H: "Is anything wrong?"
M: "Please come closer to the edge."

Looks like I finally can do something. There seems to be less resistance now. I'm standing next to my bed, my knees are bent at a very uncomfortable angle and my legs hurt. For those who insist on intelligent design: fuck you. No sensible designer would ever make such a shitty fail-prone joint. Knees are a despicable failure.

I'm finally getting the tip inside her. She tenses up so much, my tip is pushed back outside. I took her hand.

M: "Relax, I'm here for you, I won't force you to do anything you are not okay with."

Some tears rolled down her cheek. I kissed her on the cheek.

The tip could finally get in and it felt warm. Our hands were intertwined, which made pretty hard for me to distribute my weight evenly without completely resting it on her forearms. I rested my knees on the edge of the bed. My legs felt much more rested and then I went deeper. She squeezed my hand. I went deeper. That first thrust went pretty slowly, it probably took about 30 seconds between pushing, stopping and trying to go deeper.

I wonder if I can go deeper. She's still squeezing my hand. That must mean it's not deep enough- oh, looks like I found another wall. What else could it b-

I looked down. I was completely inside her. Wait, what? I didn't feel a thing. Nothing. Come to think of it, there's a pleasant warmth around me. Except this is not the kind of feeling you're supposed to pick up consciously. You should need anyone to tell you you're completely inside a girl.

M: "Does it hurt?"
H: "No. [REDACTED]-kun, no. It feels really good. Please never leave my side."
(why would she say that right now?)
M: "Don't worry, it won't happen."

I tried to get closer to her by shifting my weight forward so I could rest on my forearms (not hers) and feel her entire body on mine. She lifted her arms relative to her head (she didn't "lift" her arms per se, she moved her arms backwards, above head level, exposing her armpits) and tensed up a bit. I should have felt some squeezing around my penis, but I barely felt it move.

I kissed her armpits. Big mistake, they tasted like deodorant. Now that I was completely inside her, I pulled out being careful not to slip out. I started thrusting at a slow speed. There were some silly squishy noises coming from her crotch. Not sure if it was her or the condom.

M: "Please wrap your legs around my back."
H: "Oook-aaaay-"

It didn't feel as good as I thought it would be. Real life thighhighs aren't smooth like pictures of 2D girls make them out to be. Neither are real life legs.

H: "Ahhhnnn-"

That was the kind of moans I wanted to hear. She didn't seem to be able to articulate those retarded Western moans of her, instead she was having a hard time pushing those sounds and the result was a muffled version of her cute squeaks. I picked up the pace of my thrusts.

She started crying uncontrollably. I stopped.

M: "I'm sorry, are you okay?"
H: "_dontstop"
(what? I couldn't hear anything)
M: "(...)"
H: "dontstop"
M: "Is that okay with you?"
H: "[REDACTED]-kunnn- (...) please-"
M: "Okay, okay."
H: "guh-"

She wouldn't stop crying. Her whole body was red. Really red.

She violently shook her hips and let out an exaggerated version of one of those Western moans again. I didn't stop, but it was hard to continue since I wasn't good at aiming and she was constantly moving the target.

Once she calmed down, she tried to catch her breath.

H: "Let's do this every day, okay?"
M: "Sure."

The whole thing didn't last more than 5 minutes. Getting so intimate with her made me feel really happy. Seeing her enjoy this so much made me feel really happy. Her muffled moans made me melt inside. She looked very cute. But I didn't even come. What the fuck?

I kissed her on the cheek.

M: "Hey, every time I kiss you on the cheek I'm asking you to do the same."

She kissed me on the cheek very passionately. That felt infinitely better than what we just had done.

-- cont

_{See you tomorrow}

There's more! Hooray!
You do realise you cheated on your waifu, right?
Youmu would be very angry

>>119
I let her know something like this would definitely happen if I gave real girls a chance. She warned me about not doing anything reckless that would put my life at risk and said she didn't mind because she knew I'd always come back to her no matter what the situation and the outcome were. Truer words have never been spoken.