/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>You weren't expecting much when you woke up, when you got T-boned by that 18 wheeler you had made your peace with God thinking you were done.
>Instead you were on a hospital bed, a medical team watching over you, no doubt courtesy of your Cover health insurance.
>"You're lucky to be alive Mr. Anon." The Doctor is a green haired woman with a soothing motherly voice.
>"Though I have to add that you'll have to be confined here for some time, your legs are more metal than bone at this point and you'll have to undergo some medical therapy" She raps her knuckles on your knees, you can only feel a dull droning pain. That seem unprofessional for a health worker.
>Your stay wasn't all that bad, especially because of the nurse who was taking care of you.
>Her name was Kronii, at first she was quiet strict with you, changing your gowns, helping you out to get to the toilet. All in a professional but distant manner.
>She was very attractive, even though she hid her blue eyes with plain spectacles and normal nurse scrubs. You could still see her body was fit more on a fashion runaway than a hospital corridor.
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>"Webtoon suggestions? That might take a while." The both of you are on a bench enjoying your lunch, you're improving, you can can actually pee without losing control of your bladder.
>"I like a lot of them, I can give you a list if you want through your socials." She offers you her phone, you smile internally inside, this was your intentions from the start.
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>You're blushing, you can feel her breasts on your back. You're arms are trembling from pushing on the bars. You can barely move your legs forwards.
>"Anon, you can do it." She encourages you, you can feel her warm breath on your ears. You suddenly get the strength needed to power through.
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>It's been 5 months, you're about to be discharged. You've almost made a full recovery. It hurts a bit when you walk, but you can still walk.
>You're waiting for someone.
>"Hey Anon." Kronii waves at you, you were waiting at the back of the hospital for the end of her shift. The both of you had plans.
>You take her to your apartment, she's still in uniform.
>The moment you open the doors and enter, the two of you had your hands on each other. Your lips and tongue locked in a dance, your hands touching each other's private places.
>"A-Anon...I have a surprise for you." She breathes out amidst your vigorous molestation. You stay your hand.
>She retreats to the bathroom, carrying her back pack.
>When she comes up your dick tents up immediately, she's wearing a variation of her school uniform, but it's way different.
>For one it had a paizuri window.
>She had a syringe on one hand, she was licking her lips.
>"I'm sorry anon, you're still in need of medical attention." She pushes you down slowly, your back landing on the sofa.
>"Please be patient as a I administer your medicine." Thank God
>Almost losing your legs would have sucked, but well if you had lost them, it would only have made the sex kinkier.

>4 years ago to the day you began what might be the most extended run of poor descisions in your life
>You and your friends go out to jokingly celebrate the anneversery of "the first day of it all going wrong."
>Friends laugh, drinks abound, it's a casually fun way to cope
>The night fades, people are tired, but you don't want to leave
>too bad
>A friend of a friend drives you home, he stayed sober unlike you, but this is standard procedure
>You arrive home, the friendly lad who drove you don't wait up, can't blame him it's 2:00 AM
>Your door is unlocked, intentionally, lets hope some axe murderer finally decided to take up lodging in your house
>disspointment yet again, another standard procedure
>As you turn the lights on you and stumble around the half dozen broken ropes and wooden splinters the migranes begin coming back
>You've been having nightmares as of late, so frequently in fact you no longer fear them
>Maybe that's a normal dream actually
>Your bed is cold, messy, the sheets are yellowed and covered with lint
>don't care
>You crash on the bed like a ragdoll
>no, no dolls
>like a corpse
>You do a quick prayer to no god in particular, but you figure any of them who would answer a man in this state must be selfless
>It takes hours but you finallly enter REM sleep, at least a few fleeting hours of rest should help
>The dreams begin again
>You are alone
>you are alone
>you are in a room
>you are in a room full of people
>it's not a party, more like a loose social gathering
>you spot a girl in the corner, she's talking but more out of obligation
>As you reach for her the walls fade to black, your hand fades to black, your vision fades to black
>you are alone
>The nightmares start now
>A voice calls from behind you
>The sweet hand of the clock caresses you from outside your field of vision
>"Are you helpless?" asks the voice, a sensual female tone
>You aren't sure
>"I'm not sure." stammers out of your mouth, you are in no condition to think
>A beautiful well endowed figure appears before you, how far she is, how large she is, or what she really is are obscured in the dreamscape
>"Would you like to be sure?"
>You would
>A crash
>A tumble
>ten thousands of minutes lost to dust, fire, the sea, you can't be sure
>ten thousand emotions, lost to time, to your own nihilism
>The nightmares are getting more vivid
>She stands before you as if to offer comfort, you reach out your hand and she takes it
>The dreams begin again
>You reach to the woman, she's not shy, just tired
>Strike up a conversation
>Strike up a time for a first date
>You got to third base and found love
>Strike 3
>You're out
>That's how the story should go but it keeps playing, why now
>The woman continues caressing your wavering body, a limp sack of shit in her pristine void
>A beautiful if less than bombastic wedding
>A beautiful daughter, full of bombast and pomp and wile
>Another one, less pomp and wile
>Your wife's back turned to you as she tends to the crib
>Your picture on the wall, taken by the closest friend you ever had
>This is a nightmare
>You jerk yourself back
>Kronii is holding your hand, stern faced as ever
>"Do you believe in redemption?"
>You don't know how to respond
>she tries a different line of questioning
>"Did you like what you saw?"
>You nod
>"Do you know what that was?"
>You pause
>you look around
>The ropes are back in view, prompting you to answer as best you can
>"delusions."
>Kronii stands up, her figure is dimly lit as if illuminated by a nearby fire
>"Do you want to live them?"
>It's pointless
>it's no good
>"no"
>She asks once more, "Do you believ-"
>You cut her off
>"no."
>"Very well then."
>A young man, only 22, surrounded by opportunity
>he went to college late but not that late, he's got plenty of spunk still in him
>There's a woman in the corner of his eye
>too late
>A young boy in highschool, maybe a bit depressed, but maybe not, you're too young to know at this point
>In the corner of his eye he sees a beautiful girl, the apple of his eye, his object of obsession
>Too late
>A child, a single boy sitting on the floor. The jump rope around his feet feels more ominous than usual. He jumps back in a moment of fear
>A barely functioning toddler
>A zygote
>nothing
>you are no more
>goodbye