Chapter 418 - My Original Stash #18 - Kurogayan Yandere Magnet by Chastity

-Yandere harem doesn't exi-

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Chapter 1

In modern psychology on the planet of Hentalia, there is a well-recognized psychological condition known as "Medean personality complex." Women - and it affects only women - who have it, tend to attach to individuals with an overwhelming and long-lasting intensity, often sufficiently intense to be rebuffed just by their actions alone.

All people, of course, seek out certain characteristics in their partner, and the same is true of those with MPC. Those with MPC, because of the intense nature of the personality complex, tend to have similar tastes in their ideal partner. Someone who can accept them, who can love them, who can treat them how they wish to be treated… only the most ludicrously oblivious or pitifully masochistic of those with MPC would find their heart swoon for somebody who cannot do these things. This is why it is considered a personality complex, rather than a disorder.

However, just as we often identify "charisma" without being able to be more specific, on occasions, a man happens to have exactly the right sort of personality - even down to body mannerisms - that any unattached girl with MPC will instantly decide that he is her true love, who she must endeavor forever and ever to love and make happy and have fill her belly with countless babies.

Our hero is one such man. He is about to begin his high school life in a new district, where any waiting maidens will instantly become intensely interested in him.

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"Wow, you sure are a big old idiot," Kantan says over the phone, and you can practically hear her smirk. "Why would you think that just moving could separate us? We're friends for life, I wouldn't abandon you just because you had to move!"

You pause at that, a little confused at the statement. Friends? Kantan was pretty much foisted on you as a playmate when you were five because your mom became her mom's friend, and she subsequently would constantly bully you, calling you names, pulling on your hair, and discussing how you were probably very s.e.x.u.a.lly inadequate. "Honestly, I thought you'd find some new chew toy," you admit, not really sure what else to say.

"Aw, I love chewing on you way too much to bite down on anybody else, Dai-kun!" She says it with zest and pep, not like an admission to an eternal bullying campaign. "I get it, you're down in the dumps because you can't look up my skirt any more, right?"

"No," you say, instantly, in a total deadpan. Kantan has a tendency to sit with her legs spread wide, or to squat, or otherwise show off her panties, then act offended when your gaze happens to wander below the belt. Given the smile she wears every time, she's just doing it on purpose to bully you. Not to get you in trouble - she'll intervene then - but she holds it over your head how you'd totally wind up getting in huuuge trouble for your perverted gaze if she hadn't said something.

"I get it, I get it, you can't admit it because you're too embarrassed of being such an enormous pervert," she tells you. "Hang on a second, I took one just in case when I went into school today."

She sends you a photo a few seconds later. It's of her, in the lockers, hefting up her skirt and taking a selfie from behind, showing off her butt. You pause as you process the image. "Pretty great, right?" Comes her tinny voice over your phone's speaker. "You love looking at my ass and p.u.s.s.y, don't you, you big old pervert? Maybe I could take a picture that's a little lewder, if your v.i.r.g.i.n c.o.c.k won't just explode at the sight?"

...was she flirting with you all this time? Your brain is sluggish to even consider the option, but what else could it be?

"Oh, so you're wearing white today." You say it nonchalantly, not rising to the bait. "That's different."

She giggles at that, sounding both playful and ecstatic. "I knew it was a special day for you, so I decided to share a special pair of panties! A perv like you's probably already jacking off to it, right? I think I can hear your heavy breathing..." Now that you're looking for it, it feels like there's a certain intensity on her part, her own breathing intensifying. "Don't get in trouble with your mom for being too loud! I can send you more, with whatever color you want, if you admit that you're a big old pervert who's desperate to see his childhood best friend's panties."

"If you want to send me pictures of your ass, that's fine. You aren't going to get me to ask for them." You let out a belabored sigh.

"Oh, you're too scared to admit that you want to see me n.a.k.e.d, huh? I bet you're already imagining me stripping down and just shaking my ass at the camera, maybe even doing a double peace-sign. You perv."

"That s oddly specific. I think you're the real pervert here, constantly thinking of things like that."

"Ehh?" She sounds actually fl.u.s.tered on the other end of the line, then catches herself. "Oh, yeah, I'm the pervert. I think I can hear you jacking off over the phone right now, Dai-kun. Your big c.o.c.k's in your hand, stroking yourself off as you stare at my ass, right? It's the first time I sent you a pic like this, so you probably can't control yourself, with that horny brain of yours. I could send you even better fapbait, if you ask."

You are, obviously, not actually jacking off.

"Do you want me to ask?"

There's a pause in her side of the conversation there, a lull that stretches on slightly longer than you'd think it really ought to. She recovers quickly enough. "I just want you to be honest with yourself, Daichi, you're a total perv who's been l.u.s.ting over my body ever since we first met."

"Keep talking like this, and maybe I'll be the one to send you the d.i.c.k pic. You'd like that, wouldn't you, you pervert?"

"A-ah? You'd do that?" She stutters, swallowing audibly on the other end of the line. "I mean, ahm," she pauses. "What's, ah?" You can hear her shift around on the other end of the line. "Normally when we flirt you don't say things like that, Dai-chan. Is something up? Do you want to finally take my v.i.r.g.i.nity?"

"What are you talking about, flirting?" You ask, letting out a long sigh. "You bullied me ever since we were little."

"No, that was teasing! I was teasing you, which is a form of flirting. Saying things like how your c.o.c.k was too small, you know, I know it's actually really big. That's called flirting, Dai-chan. It's, see, you say things you don't really mean, but since you're so close, you both know it's not sincere. And we've been friends since we were five!" She pauses. "Oh, wait, are you flirting now? Sorry, um, hang on, I only bullied you, because you're so stupid and have such a teeny-tiny c.o.c.k! It's barely as big as my thumb! Sorry, normally you pretend to be bothered by me showing you my panties and stuff, so I'm not used to it when you start trying to tease me."

"Are you an idiot?" You ask, practically squinting at the invisible face of Kantan from the distance from your new house to where she lives.

"No, you're supposed to just call me an idiot, Dai-chan! You just say, wow, you're so stupid, Kantan! I know you've played the teased rather than the teaser more, but-"

"So you actually are an idiot," you interrupt.

"Yes! Exactly like that! Great!" She pauses. "Um, I'm... wow, can you just be quiet, Dai-chan? You're so annoying when you say things like that."

"No, listen to me, Kantan. I think you have a misconception of what flirting entails. I have never seen it that way."

There's a long silence from the other end of the line. "W-wait. So when you'd say to stop showing you my panties, you weren't just pretending?" You think you can hear the faintest start of a choked-up sob in her throat. "You really don't find me attractive at all, and don't want anything to do with me, and h-h-h-hate me?" She stammers out the last word, and you can practically feel the wet of her tears against your cheek as she speaks.

You rub the bridge of your nose. Why is this girl so damn stupid that she'd do that for literally more than a decade? "I do find you attractive, on a basic, physical level, but your personality is crap."

"Oh..." she sounds like she's wilting on the other end of the line. "Sorry..." She suddenly perks up after a second. "I know, how about you punish me for being such a bad friend?"

"Punish you? Is this some weird fetish of yours?"

"Well, ye- I mean no!" She suddenly shouts into the phone. "I mean, um. Just, you know, if I hurt your feelings, you can take it out on me, however you want. You can insult me, slap me, **** me, whatever. Just as long as you'll still be my friend..."

"We were never fr- wait, what was that last one?"

"Whatever?"

"No, before that?"

"Slap me?"

"No, you said that I could **** you," you correct.

"If you want to **** me then that's okay too," she says. It sounds almost like she's drooling. Maybe her insane masochism is part of the reason why she thought acting like that was totally fine.

"I don't think that's how **** works, Kantan," you tell her.

"Ehh? No, it'd still be ****. Punishment ****, the s.e.xiest kind of ****."

"No, if you wanted it, it would just be s.e.x."

"Punishment s.e.x, the s.e.xiest kind of s.e.x," she continues, completely oblivious to your point.

She has a way of taking over the conversation and redirecting it her way, and it's hard enough to try to keep control over the phone. "You know what? Come over here to talk, so we can talk, about this."

"Yes!" She hangs up immediately. Since you had to move after your dad's death, she's now a good twenty minutes away, which means you can deal with your mother now... or maybe she's already pre-dealt with? You exit your room, finding your mother in the living room, lounging on the couch as she watches some anime. Unfortunately... she's not dressed as the prim and proper wife that she always dresses like when you have company over.

No, instead, she's cosplaying as some ridiculous fanservice character called Moomoo-chan whose magical milk cures all illnesses from some dumb anime which she watches every day! She looks absolutely ridiculous. "Mom. Kantan's coming over for us to talk."

"Ehh? But it's my shows!" She whines. "You know I want to watch my shows, they're one of the few things that give mommy pleasure after your father died." She wipes at her eyes in an exaggerated fashion. "My shows and my beloved Dai-chan!" She says, hopping up to mob you in a brutal hug, gripping you close to her, practically smothering your face in her tits. "Can't you go over to her house instead?"

"No," you get out, muffled in your mother's bosom. "It needs to happen here, so you need to get dressed." Well, it comes out more like, "Mfo, i' neebs bo habben hee, sho you neeb bo beb bresseb," but she gets it. She does this so much, especially after Dad died, that she's got a preternatural sense for what you're saying.

"Oh, alright. Since my beloved Dai-chan wants it, I'll go get dressed..." She lets out a sigh as she pulls herself away from you, practically bouncing over to her bedroom.

She comes out wearing a nice sweater-dress and full coverage leggings, setting her show to record before turning the TV over to the news. She doesn't lounge on the couch, either, instead sitting with her legs crossed, fingers steepled together as if discussions of the Diet were the most interesting thing in the world to her, even though you both know that she's counting down the seconds until she can start watching anime again. You are the only person who knows her secret interest, now that Dad's gone.

Before you can fall too far down that rabbit hole, there's heavy, frantic knocking on the front door. When you open it, there stands Kantan, eyes a bit wild, somewhat coated with sweat like she rushed over as fast as she could. "Dai-chan! I'm so sorry! Punish me however you want until you're satisfied that I've made it up to you!"

"Wait. Was the abuse you put me through some kind of extended foreplay just so I could indulge your masochism in pursuit of revenge?"

"W-what? No!" She shouts it loudly.

"Oh, you're already going at it?" Your mother calls from the living room. "At least wait until you're in your room, Dai-chan." She does a nice ufufufu laugh, and Kantan turns scarlet.

"No..." Kantan's voice is quiet now. "I thought we were flirting, and having fun. I-I mean, if I was really bullying you, would I show you my panties all the time?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Why not?" She fidgets in place uncomfortably. "Now, look at me." Her eyes snap up to yours like you were her drill sergeant and she was a private. "Do you think that I'm the sort of guy to 'punish you however I want'?" She opens her mouth, then closes it, as if she's not sure what the right answer to this trick question is. "Because I'm not. Now, come to the dining room," you say, and she follows after you quickly. "Sit down," you order, and she promptly slams in place, her tits bouncing a bit. "Now. We're going to talk like reasonable people. There will be no s.e.x - no anything - until you've learned from this. Got it?"

She nods quietly, mouth shut.

"Good. I'm going to make some tea," you say, turning around to get started on it, and you do all the tea making motions as you continue to speak, but the QM doesn't make tea and doesn't care enough to google how to so you'll just have to use your imagination here. "First of all. Where did you get the idea that verbal abuse is flirting? It isn't."

"No, it is! Like, a wife says, you know, um. Oh, my husband's such a dummy, he got me a diamond ring instead of something cheaper! And then the husband says, oh, my wife's such a dummy, she took it anyway!"

"That doesn't really sound like flirting," you say. "Anyway. Stop insulting me."

"A-alright, Dai-chan." She swallows, looking meek and pitiful.

"No more games, either. When you want something, you should just say it out loud."

"B-but girls just saying what they want is unladylike!"

"Is flashing your panties ladylike?"

"I-if it's for your true love," she says, poking her fingers against each other awkwardly as she gingerly bites her lower lip, bowing her head but looking up at you.

You pause, both in your thoughts and your care making the tea. After a few seconds, your brain manages to restart. "I'm sorry, your what?"

She blushes scarlet, but she can't resist the question, and answers. "My true love... ever since we first m-met, I knew, you were the man who would become my husband! When I was little, I pulled your hair because I didn't know how to express it-"

"You still don't know how to express it!" You counter. She goes quiet again. You spot the hint of your mother's grey hair peeking around the corner as she watches the two of you talk.

You step over to her and just yank on her hair, making her squeak in surprise. "Do you feel my love when I do this, Kantan?"

"Y-yes, Dai-kun," she says. She's actually flush with color, her body wobbling a little, her eyes even crossing a bit.

You sigh, letting go of her hair. "That's perverted, Kantan. Most people wouldn't enjoy that."

"W-wait, but, then does that mean you didn't mean it in a loving way? But you know my power, right?" Her power is basically to suffer any damage and continue operating with a 'ghost' that keeps her at full strength - better than, the more damage she suffers. She also has regeneration. You're not sure quite what that-

Right. People with regenerative or pseudo-toughness powers experience pain differently, since they experience injury differently. You fetch the now-finished tea and pour both of you a glass, immediately shoveling yours down your gullet to have an opportunity not to talk. This is so tiresome.

"Kantan. My power doesn't make pain pleasurable. Most people's power doesn't do that. It's why we have a word for pain."

"I know that, I haven't pulled your hair since I was like seven!" She defends. "I-I mean, if you want to punish me for doing something when I was seven, I won't stop you... but I just flashed panties and stuff. You got hard, so I thought you liked it."

"A natural bodily response to stimulation does not mean I want to f.u.c.k you," you tell her, leaning forward over the table, making her briefly wear an almost pitiful panicked look. "Even if I do."

Her mouth opens, no words coming out, a sort of quiet little strangled squeal escaping her throat instead, almost like a balloon's hiss.

"Come on," you say, just grabbing her under the shoulder, dragging her up to your room. She's panting by the time you arrive, and you kick the door shut even though your mother is no longer even really bothering to 'hide,' her footsteps at full volume as she traipses down the hallway after you. Maybe she wants to see or listen to her son doing lewd things or whatever, but she's not telling you to stop so you'll just put that out of your head. Instead, you'll focus on bending Kantan over the bed, flipping up her skirt - she's already started soaking her panties, a lemony scent wafting up to hit your nostrils from her juices. You're rock hard.

Should you be doing this? Well. You can think about that when you're done here. You peel down her panties, revealing her sopping wet s.e.x to open air, fishing out your own c.o.c.k.

"I'm not on the pill, Dai-kun, so if you don't want me to have your babies, you should pull out. Or use another hole. Or knock me up, if it's Dai-kun, I don't mind becoming teen pregnant while still in school!"

"You can just say you want it up the ass, you know," you say, grabbing her ass cheek and just ramming your c.o.c.k inside her tight little butt. She groans in pleasure at the sensation, going cross-eyed as you slowly wedge yourself deeper and deeper inside her. Her mouth falls open, tongue lolling out, saliva starting to drip from her mouth as her eyes roll up in ecstasy, and you're not even fully inside her yet.

You grab her forearms, pulling them together behind her back, and apply your power to her arms. It turns everything past the elbow invisible, and also, with another exertion of the tiniest mental effort, it snaps into place as a binding, holding her arms into a tight binding, her elbows pulled back behind her. Then, simply grabbing her arms in one hand and using them like impromptu reins, you start going whole hog on her, slamming into her ass again and again with rough, forceful strokes. It takes no time at all for her to come, m.o.a.ning openly and hard as your balls slap against her lower lips.

It feels good, the sensation of her convulsing body beneath you, but somehow it's not quite good enough for you right now. You're feeling genuinely sadistic, and her masochistic nature means any hesitation you might have felt is right out the window. "You perverted, f.u.c.k.i.n.g, moron," you say, punctuating each word with a sharp spank to her ass, making her squeak and jerk in pleasure, her back arching. "F.u.c.k, I genuinely hated you, and I thought you were the biggest piece of shit, but it turns out-" you emphasize that word by grabbing her by the hair, yanking on it - causing her to spontaneously orgasm all over again, her ass clenching down on your c.o.c.k hard, her eyes going loopy as they practically spin in her skull.

"That you're just f.u.c.k.i.n.g retarded," you conclude. "Maybe if I f.u.c.k.i.n.g slap some sense into you-" you smack her tit roughly with your free hand, making saliva splash out of her mouth in a free spray, splattering against the window, "it'll make me feel better." You push her up along the bed, until her cheek is pressed against it, her b.r.e.a.s.ts creating a squeaky noise through her top and bra as you shove her into place, putting her overlooking your yard. Anybody could see what you're doing, but you're both mostly clothed so you don't really give a f.u.c.k.

It's intense and incredible, a feeling of release from years of built-up anger as you just let it all out on her. You can call her any name in the book, f.u.c.k her ass as rough as you like, and she doesn't care. Slap her, spank her, choke her - and you do that for a good half-minute, enjoying the little sputters she makes, the way her body tenses, in the process her ass constricts around your d.i.c.k. You keep her pressed up against the window the whole time, letting anybody who glances see her bright red cheeks, her sweat-slick body, see the way she squeaks up and down against the window as her juices drip all over your bed, occasionally splattering against the base of the window as you f.u.c.k her like that.

Where you feel like grabbing her varies, but she doesn't speak, having shut the f.u.c.k up for once in her life as a consequence of getting f.u.c.k.i.e.d so hard and rough, coming so fast and quick. Her constant orgasmic bliss means you feel zero guilt at all no matter how you abuse her. At one point you just start slamming her cheek against the window, making her sputter and droll, saliva dribbling down her lower lip as she spasms in pleasure at the rough treatment.

"Oh, and get started on the pill, you stupid bitch," you grunt out. "If you really love me so much, why weren't you already on it?"

Her mouth starts to move in, the first time she's even tried to start speaking, that's how important she considers it to answer a sincere question like that. "I, didn't, know, if you, wanted, to knock, me up," she sputters out, just barely, in between your rough thrusts into her ass. Then her brain whites out as she orgasms yet again, eyes rolling up, mouth falling open, tongue lolling out lewdly. You stick two fingers inside her mouth, starting to play with her tongue; you know that it's an erogenous zone for girls, and it also means there's zero chance that she'll start babbling and saying some stupid shit again.

Your first orgasm isn't enough to make you feel finished, so after you catch your breath, you push her down into the pillow, practically smothering her in it, and just get right back into it. At some point you're stomping on her head, foot pressed against the back of her skull as you keep f.u.c.k.i.n.g her ass; at another, you've got her laid down on the bed flat. No matter what position she's in, though, those arms of hers remain bound behind her back, and she's unable to do anything but acquiesce to your every whim.

Not that she minds at all.

By the time you finally feel properly done with her, you've come probably eight times, and you pull out, letting her gaping asshole start to dribble out your thick c.u.m as you stare down at her n.a.k.e.d body. Out of some tiny lingering tinge of irritation, you pull out your phone, yanking her head out of the pillow and making sure her face is visible as you take shots of her c.u.m-filled body. You don't know if it's to jerk off to, or threaten blackmail with, since it's done almost on instinct.

She just pants on the bed, a dopey, sleepy smile on her lips. As you slump down onto your own ass on the bed, you notice the door to your bedroom's open. You're pretty sure you closed it. The f.u.c.k did Mom open it for?

You just shake your head. Why not keep going? Whatever. You can just pull out. It's not like she can, or would, stop you, in her condition, her arms still bound behind her back. You flip her onto her backside, presenting her pink s.e.x to your view and... her bush has been shaved into the first character of your name, with a pair of tiny hearts on either side. Is that s.e.xy or ridiculous? You're not sure. But... you push yourself in between her legs, teasing your c.o.c.k at her cunt as you get ready to pop her cherry. She just shivers, still a bit out of it at the moment. You've heard h.y.m.e.n popping feels real good for girls with regeneration powers.

You stare down at her, making her flush with color as your eyes just drill into your own, not yet pressing in. You let out a long sigh, finally making a last decision on this whole matter. "I'll have to keep you. I don't want to force some other guy to put up with your retarded bullshit." Before she can respond, you smash your lips against hers, worming your tongue into her mouth immediately; she reciprocates, her own warring in the space between your mouths, hungry, eager.

A moment later you slam inside her, making an animal squeal escape her throat as she shivers and jerks on your d.i.c.k, her whole body twitching. Her b.r.e.a.s.ts press into your chest, and your hands naturally go for them, popping open her top and then undoing her bra - fortunately, it's done from the front, so it's easy to separate out and reveal those big fat tits of hers to open air. Then your hands wrap around them quickly, fingers sinking into the copious titflesh as you make out with her, dominating her utterly in that position. Her legs come to wrap around your h.i.p.s, gripping you, pulling you into her - then pushing you out, trying to accelerate your pace inside her, the s.e.x freak already that horny despite you having only just started.

For a few minutes, you just do her like that. It's almost romantic - kissing, face to face s.e.x, your hands on her b.r.e.a.s.ts, her legs around your waist. Then you break off the kiss, grabbing her thighs and twisting her legs around until her ankles are up near your ears. In that position, you start f.u.c.k.i.n.g her again, limiting her ability to do anything meaningful to nothing as you stare down at her. Her lips sputter, trying to form words. Whether they're to encourage you, or to try to dirty talk you, or proclaim her eternal love for you, who knows?

You grab her face with one hand and squeeze, smushing her lips together as you hold her cheeks. "Why didn't you spend more effort on studying and work, instead of meticulously shaving your p.u.s.s.y into this absurd shape?" Your other hand slides down to her cunt, absently brushing through the hair. She can only let out an incomprehensible, muffled noise through your grip on her face, but that's the point. "Because you're a dumb horny cunt, is that it?" You force her to nod - a moment later, she explodes in orgasm again, spasming around your d.i.c.k. You pull out, grabbing her thighs and using them as a jerkoff aid to wring one out on her stomach, your c.u.m splattering across her stomach, tits, really just about everywhere. She's already dripped a ton all over the place anyway, but there is something uniquely s.e.xy about staining a girl in your colors with intent.

You pause as you think over what to do next, whether to get right back to f.u.c.k.i.n.g her p.u.s.s.y, or to go back to her ass, or...

You decide to grab her by the upper arm, twisting her around so her head hangs off the edge of the bed, short hair dangling down. "It's time for you to clean up the mess you made," you say, your hard c.o.c.k twitching as you push it past her soft lips, her mouth gladly greeting your length. Her throat cooperates readily, her tongue swishing this way and that around your d.i.c.k. Her legs kick at the air, not from asphyxiation, but from pleasure; after less than a minute of cleaning your d.i.c.k out in her mouth, she comes, spraying her juices all over the bed in the process, going practically cross-eyed from everything you're forcing her to do.

You're tempted to just use her mouth as another f.u.c.khole, but honestly, how f.u.c.k.i.n.g long have you been going at this? You pull out, slapping her cheeks a few times, then flip her onto her side and removing your invisible bindings from her arms, letting her go. "I'm going downstairs to get some food. You can join whenever you get enough feeling in your legs, got it?"

"Okay," she pants out, so out of it that there's not any dumb line that joins up with the acquiescence. You get dressed properly, and head out, finding your mother hurriedly walking down the halls, a home video camera in one hand.

"Hey, Mom," you say, quickly approaching your mother, who speeds up her steps and cradles the camera in her bosom, as if hoping it will disappear in between her b.o.o.b.s. While there's some logic to such a decision, it doesn't pan out. "Why did you record me f.u.c.k.i.n.g Kantan? I'm not angry, just confused."

"Ah... well... that's simple... of course..." she delays, "it's because I wanted to save my beloved Dai-chan's most special moment forever and ever!" She pauses, tilting her head, pressing her finger to her cheek. "Hm, I wonder if this means if I wore what Kantan was wearing, that would be cosplay? After all, she's in a video now. My son, the p.o.r.n star, and his first bitch! Oh, it was so exciting when you started calling her names, ah, such a thrill to see my little boy having turned into such a strapping man." She actually licks her lips at that.

"Great. Okay. Glad you got a memento of something so important," you tell her, and she nods right back. "I'm going to go get some water, that took a lot out of me."

"Oh, my poor baby! Did f.u.c.k.i.n.g that stupid bitch," she puts a certain cadence on the words to mimic how you said them when you were referring to Kantan, "tucker you out? Why don't you just lie down on the couch, watch whatever you want, and Mommy will get you a glass of water, and make you something nice to eat? Maybe some brownies, or cookies?" She suggests.

"Actually," you say, rolling your shoulders, "how about a banana and some latorade? And after you get them, I can rest my head in your lap, and we can watch whatever anime you want, while lying and saying that it's for me if Kantan catches us."

"Oh! You're so sweet, Dai-chan! Mommy loves you so much!" She grabs you and pulls you into her bosom again, practically smothering you for several seconds before letting you go. "I'll go get you what you want right away, alright? Just lie down and let your mother take care of everything, I'm not some little bimbo like that Kantan girl, I can handle my young man's needs." She rushes to the kitchen as quick as she can, and you flop on the couch in the living room, turning on the TV. You flip between a couple channels before your mother comes rushing back, gingerly hefting your head up before laying it back down in her lap, starting to softly stroke your hair as you start to just chugging down the latorade she brought.

She quickly flicks the TV over to her favorite show, which is an anime about four adventurers who do a ton of stupid things together. It's mostly a comedy, really, despite its shonen trappings.

The latest gag is a series of unfortunate misadventures by the incredibly dedicated, stupidly in love, Julia Jackser, who is stupidly incapable of just coming out to her beloved Cinereal and telling him that she wants him to bang her in every hole like she so clearly does. She's sort of the 'pervy, horny, loyal' archetype, but she won't speak up despite it.

"Are girls really like that?"

"Like what?" Your mother asks sweetly.

"I mean, Julia should just tell Cinereal she wants him, shouldn't she?"

"Well, sometimes it's not that simple, sweetie. After all, what if Cinereal didn't reciprocate her feelings? He might put distance between the two of them. Then she couldn't be near him any more, and that would be the worst thing possible."

"I guess," you say, shifting down into place.

"Besides, it's funny, watching her go about it that way, you know?"

You let out a small laugh, remembering when Cinereal unknowingly insulted Julia's love letter because her handwriting was so bad he thought it was a challenge to a duel. "Yeah, it is." You snuggle a little further into your mother's lap, taking a bite of a banana. "You're comfortable, Mom." You let out a soft sigh. "Is it alright if I keep f.u.c.k.i.n.g Kantan in the house?"

"Oh, of course, sweetie! As long as you want to f.u.c.k that stupid bitch-" it's a little eerie how exactly she repeats your tone of voice each time "-you're welcome to do it here. You should probably get protection, though, unless you want to have children at your age. I suppose I wouldn't hate having grandchildren," she says, the thought almost absent.

You enjoy spending some quality time with your mother, resting and relaxing in her lap. She gently strokes your hair, playing with it, curling it between her fingers, loving and kind. Given how much she cared for Dad, you had worried that after he'd die, she'd break down into a nervous wreck or something, but instead she's kept herself together. Put even more time into looking after you. You sigh and close your eyes, not even paying attention to the show and just enjoying her overwhelming, and entirely maternal, love.