/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Grasping the hairbrush firmly, Ran limped over to the dresser. Her head was still throbbing, you'd think that this would have been enough, but she wanted more. Oh, I'm such a distasteful Youkai. She opened the top draw which she knew contained some of Chen undergarments. Ran wore a wicked smiled as her hands pulled out a pair of Chen's panties. They were of the purest white, with little green carrots spaced at random. Oh, so cute and innocent, as expected of Chen. Forgive me, Ran thought as she spoke a few incomprehensible words. Suddenly the hairbrush rose into the air. Ran was directing it with her mind and the thing her mind desired most at the moment, the brush was now compelled to carry out. It moved behind her, searching for its masters sweet spot, pusing past her nine tails in search. Finally the bristles rubbed against her blond pubic hairs, almost as if it was teasing her, denying her.

Ran tensed up, waiting. Come on, please hurry up. At last, the brush found the opening to Ran's wet pussy and without any further ceremony, plunged itself into her at full force. Howling in gratification, Ran caught sight of herself in the large mirror that sat atop of the dresser unit. She was huffing and wheezing, her skin slick with sweat, her crotch wet with her own juices which formed a large puddle beneath her. Rather then the shameful thoughts that had gone through her head before, now she just simply smiled. Yes, this was the face of Ran Yakumo. Her true face, the face of a dirty loose woman.