/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>18493986
I'm not _going_to_ stop you. Fantasize and shitpost as you please, but your fantasies will never come true unless you become a genius scientist like Eirin and invent drugs that make them possible. Or you can follow my road to enlightenment and achieve the power to shape your Gensokyo to your will. Right now, though, you can only dream about it, leeching off the glimpses shown by others. Therefore, grieve! I shall savor your bloody tears as if they were Yuuka's sweat in the delicate valley on her back. There is no spot on her unbelievably smooth skin that I haven't memorized yet, and you can rest assured that I do my best to refresh my knowledge regularly. Her skin feels more soft and silky to the touch than the best China silk. Thanks to my masterful massaging techniques (admittedly, her passive regeneration abilities also play a big part in this), even her soles never get hard after the regular walks to the village, so they are as soft as her breasts, her hands, or her pink cheeks. Her body isn't actually large, and she is surprisingly light, so her body wrapping around you in her sleep feels warmer and softer than a heavenly blanket made of feathers. And blankets aren't equipped with beating hearts and regular breathing sounds, so I doubt any kind of blanket could make you sleep so calmly and feel so refreshed in the morning as when sleeping in her arms.

Why am I doing this to myself... Life hurts.