/jp/ - Otaku Culture

All this to say, I had done some things that had flown right in the face of the embarrassed Kamishirasawa, and I was only just about starting to grasp the potential magnitude of those mistakes. I managed to mumble Yamame's name in a strangled sort of voice. "Yes?" She sounded sleepier than I was. Now that I had to ask, I found myself empathizing with Miss Kamishirasawa in how difficult just getting the words out was. I finally managed to grind out that I probably shouldn't be...finishing inside. "But I like that part." I could hear the pout in her voice. "What's the point if it doesn't feel as nice?" That, I forced out, wasn't the issue. It felt too nice. It was addictive. It could have...consequences. "What exactly are you trying to say?" Yamame finally asked, rolling atop my chest and pushing her face closer to mine. I might - I could possibly - "Come on, spit it out!" Yamame's brow was wrinkling in that way I found especially cute, but I couldn't let it distract me. I might...get her pregnant. "You might - Oh." The frown smoothed out in an instant, replaced by blooming realization. "I...can you?" She frowned. "Can youkai...with humans?" I thought it might be possible, but I absolutely knew what the consequences could be. I'd heard of half-youkai. Marisa had once mentioned that she knew a half-youkai shopkeeper out in the Forest of Magic. "Well..." Yamame laid her head on my chest and without thinking, I started stroking her hair. "I think it's…probably okay? I mean, it's probably harder, right?" At times like this, I thought to myself, it would be great if there was a doctor that I could consult. Unfortunately, the only doctor I knew wanted to cut me up...or worse. It was something that seriously needed to be resolved, and soon, but for now I would just have to puzzle this out myself.

"Besides, I...wouldn't be against it." Yamame mumbled, and I froze, looking down at her. Was she serious? "What?" She muttered up at me. I asked her if she meant that. "...Yeah, I think so. You're the only nice human I've ever met. I don't want to lose you." I wondered if someone had snuck into the kitchen and started chopping onions, because my eyes suddenly seemed to have become a little wet. I took in a shaky breath. "But, um, maybe not yet." She finally said, looking back up, where I saw that her face was bright red. I nodded, trying to get myself under control. "Maybe in the future." She shuffled slightly higher and pressed a kiss to my lips. "But for now..." She looked greatly displeased about what she was about to say. "...Fine. We can do things your way. As long as it still feels good."

Now that I thought about it, I may have just pushed her frustration up by taking something away from her. But somehow, I was okay with that. There were worse fates.