/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Before I could ask her what she was doing, she stepped over me and sat herself down in my lap. In my surprise I ended up leaning back too far and falling onto my back. Reimu remained on my lap, and she looked over her shoulder at me with a frown on her face. "What? It's comfy here." She sighed and pulled her vest off. "I'm a little warm, though." She looked at my - probably slightly dumbfounded - expression. "Again, what? You've seen it all before." She pouted a little, then spun so she was facing me. This movement caused a very dangerous chain of reactions on my body, so I was forced to draw up all my worst memories to keep myself from a...physical reaction. Reimu looked down at me with a frown, her hands busying themselves with the buttons of her shirt. I tried to stammer out something about the cold, but Reimu was ignoring me. She finished with the buttons, her shirt falling loose, and I felt my throat go dry. I found myself sitting up again just enough to take hold of the two halves of the shirt and slide it down her arms, over the detached sleeves that she had stubbornly left on. The effect was something electric. "Sit up." Reimu finally said. "I'm hungry." She spun again, her bloomer-clad rear pressed against my lap, and no number of thoughts could prevent the way my blood moved at that point. Reimu stubbornly ignored that which she must have been able to feel, though she did make sure to pull my arms around her waist as soon as I was sitting up. She relaxed back against my chest, and I could smell that same cinnamon smell in her hair. I didn't know how she was doing it, but it was almost intoxicating. "Hey..." Reimu finally murmured, leaning forward. I could feel the muscles in her stomach tense just slightly as she moved, and then relax as she came back. She slid an orange into my hand.

I could not think of anything that I wanted in my hand less than an orange at this exact moment.

But, I wasn't insane - or at least, I wasn't yet, so I forced my thoughts back into order and began to peel, trying to ignore the many things happening in the Shrine today. Within a minute, I'd skinned the whole fruit and with trembling hands, I broke it into segments. "Wow." Reimu whispered. "Very dextrous." I did something that could maybe be called a nod, if you squinted and hit yourself in the head with a brick a few times first. Reimu took a piece and popped it into her mouth. Then, she took a second piece. This one, she gave to me by placing it directly into my mouth. I chewed and swallowed, trying to think about anything except what was currently happening. I didn't know when the orange was finished, or when the next one had been peeled, but the next thing I did know, there were significantly less oranges on the table, and Reimu was wriggling around on my lap again, seemingly in search for a more comfortable spot. I felt like screaming. "You still feel a little cold." Reimu told me. I assumed that that was because all the blood in my body was trying to move somewhere else. "You'll catch a cold if you stay shirtless like that." With my brain either so full of thoughts that I couldn't think, or entirely empty - and I wasn't really sure which - I asked Reimu if she was still too warm. She sat for a moment, her face impassive. "Hmm." She turned her head to look back at me. "Perhaps a little." She pressed her rear down on my lap for a split second - though it felt like it lasted for hours - and then got to her feet.

Suddenly, I felt very cold indeed. I stammered some sort of question about where she was going. "I'm running a bath for you. We could both do with one." I didn't get a chance to ask her who would be using it first before she'd padded out of the room, leaving me with nothing but a lingering warmth on my body and the sight of her pulling off those sleeves as she left the room.

I was starting to wonder if, by the end of this storm, I would have completely lost my mind.

what about bloomers?