/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Feel the eel.

>>21763838
I need an eel to hold me.

>>21710448
No, this is an eel.

>>21692198
Our eel is superior.

>>21518130
Like this.

https://i.imgur.com/nPI9BGL.png
Feel the eel!
More coiling would've been nice, but beggars can't be choosers.

>>21043601
>>21043557
>student-moderated school directory site has a list of all the most cute and desirable freshmen by girls' user ranking
>the popular ones are no big surprise
>the delinquent bad boy with a heart of gold, the straight-edged studious boy, the exotic foreign bishie, the underdeveloped not-shota...
>most of them get 'confessions' (read: abductions) within the first couple months
>high-difficulty girls like class president tanuki, sukeban tsurara and even painfully innocent moe ryuu all get boyfriends
>the rest of the lower and middle tiers are still sorting themselves out
>one gloomy anon, placing firmly in last place at #1264, has given up
>he doesn't even bother checking the rankings anymore, and his last couple attempts at an image or attitude change went unnoticed
>that is, except by one girl
>there's one equally gloomy, kinda scary mojyo unagi joro who sits way in the back of class, fiddling with something or other behind her book
>her black hair is incredibly long, to the point where it sometimes gets tangled in her extra-slimy tail
>once in a while you can see one sunken, blood-red eye shining through the gaps in her bangs
>the entire time, every class, she's doing detailed sketches of his different facial expressions
>all sad or pained, of course
>she has a ledger in her bag with a long, ongoing fictional diary of their married life together
>sometimes she writes about being his perfect wife, giving the whole "dinner, bath, me" routine
>sometimes she writes about being a hard-working career woman, and getting spoiled by him every night when she comes home
>multiple times she makes him sweets and lunch boxes with her slime mixed in, but ends up eating them herself, anxiously watching him
>he's just so cute when he's tired or sad
>his defeated face is also weirdly sexy
>would he be easy to bully into being a house-husband?
>or maybe he'd come alive with gratitude from her love and be a super-devoted provider?
>she can't decide which is better
>god, if she only had a basement to lock him in
>if only she were cuter, and had nice big brown eyes like her onee-san, or could wear cute clothes, or...
>oh, now she's sad too
>she starts on a sketch of what his crying face might look like, though she's never seen it
>she gets so lost in it that she nearly misses her train home
>gets home and touches herself so much she misses sleep, her eye-bags darkening even more
>maybe today that sad boy will turn around
>better make him a bento just in case

>>20725506
But I already have a wife.

>>20700684
>The average person doesn't want to fuck a lamia or arachne.
The average person is fucking gay.

>>20684428
>he doesn't want to wrapped up in eel while getting fucked

>>20679573
No, that's 20 feet.

>>20663773
Being wrapped like this.

>>20653394
We'll be fine.

>>20254044

>>20185513
Ah, a fellow patrician.

>>20081942
I prefer fish.

>>20016380
You don't.

>>19976953
I LOVE Zipangu.

>>19585124
She gives the best hugs.

Man. I imagine being nudged by the Unagi and slipping and falling, landing right on top of her so that our stomachs are touching, me looking down into a pair of playful and knowing eyes with a smile, she having made herself vulnerable for me...

I try to laugh and push myself off of her, but my hand slips again and suddenly is caught against her squishy chest. She giggles, and isn't done playing yet. I grin and try again to get free, but my legs are caught in her tail and I just slide into an even better position for her. I'm right where she wants me, and both of us know it, and it's super fun.

I let out a happy yell and try to simply tumble us across the wet ground and roll her off, but in moments we wind up with her on top, tangled and entwined around my whole body, lips locked around mine and kissing me passionately before I even understand what's going on, hands woven around the back of my head, grasping me tighter, our tongues writhing, her voice a long, drawn-out, happy moaning hum that she sings into my throat. My hair must feel good in her hands, as she winds strands of it between her fingers, playing with all of me like I'm her favorite life-sized toy, or perhaps her willing prey. Her saliva tastes so good, something like honey that's just a tiny bit salty, and I want to kiss her deeper, my eyes squinting shut as I lose myself more to every entrapping sensation her body is rich in.

Isn't she wonderful! A daring, calculating watery vixen, yet passionate and heartfelt to her core. A culmination of many varieties of Mamono love, both a mature best friend that you can trust yourself to and a fun playmate who's all about making every moment with you something incredible and worth smiling at and cherishing.

Sleeping while wrapped up in that cushy yet slender fish body every night, must be heaven. Both her arms cherishing me, a content smile on both our faces, our bodies coated protectively in a blanket of ocean-scented oil, as if every aspect of her being is surrounding me as much as humanly possible...

I reach up and stroke towards her hair before dozing off, and my fingers and thumb graze the ridges of her flat, smooth ear-fin, and it twitches sharply in my hand, eliciting a giggle from my lover as she pulls me even tighter to her, responding to my affection with her own. I kiss the shape of her sleek neck; her entire body faintly tastes of that salty honey-like oil, one giant treat for me to enjoy. More giggles come as I take in more of that taste and add some more kisses. Weren't we trying to sleep? It's looking like we'd both rather be playful some more, the taste of my lover perking me up more every time my lips and tongue tease her, and it isn't long before she's on her back and holding me on top of her again, squeezing my face into her skin, giggles becoming breathy and ragged, her sweet body demanding to drink in my affection like a sponge, while another part of her grows thirsty to drink in something else of me, wetter than an ocean cavern...

We cry each other's names many times that night, and every inch of both our bodies-- legs, arms, hands, tails, bellies, faces, lips, tongues-- are imprinted anew with each-other's blazing caresses.

>>19524586
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But there's no unagi joro in that picture.

>>19495210
What's so bad about wanting to feel the eel?

Around an eel, the danger is real.

Looks like you're in...a sticky situation.