/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Anon pulled himself from bed and got ready for the day's work. Four hours of sleep had become the norm, this didn't bother him anymore. The daunting list of daily tasks on the otherhand would make anyone want to stay in bed. If the list ever got short Yukari would always come up with some chore to pile on. By God if only he could get some help. Chen, as precious as she is, is not reliable in the slightest.

He had adored Ran once, her intelligence, her kindness, and those enticing big tails and hips captured his imagination. Now though, the line between empathy and hate blurred. Another decade, another year. Another moment trapped in the cage he never wished to be. At least the same dull morning routine was ingrained in Ran's body and he could zone out on autopilot: Get up and look presentable. Begin cooking breakfast. Wake up Yukari. Eat quickly, then do household chores until Yukari finishes. Help Yukari get dressed and return to chores. Prepare for Border maintenance. Standby to enact any of Yukari's harebrained schemes and whims.

The mechanical nature of it all wasn't disturbing, it was the accelerated thinking and mental leash pulling taut everytime Yukari opened her mouth. The Shikigami curse he called it in his head. If he focused, it would appear that time slowed as his mind ran on a different scale. Thinking, analysis, planning, all of it came naturally and in a flash with unparalleled efficiency. Getting used to his mind and body running at different speeds is tricky, but had its benefits. The worst of it was the compulsions. Like mind control yet he still had all his mental faculties. Going against the her will stirred a sickly feeling in his gut, and the shakes that came after were just as bad. Anytime he wanted to relax or have a change of pace that damn umbrella came crashing down like a ton of bricks; "debugging" she called it. He had her memories, he knew why Ran was loyal, yet despite his resentment for Yukari in the moment it would always fade back to how grateful he felt for what she did for Ran. Anon stopped asking himself how much was left of him long ago. It wasn't Yukari wearing him away, it was Ran herself.

Under normal circumstances the body was the best part of the deal and the only thing he's thankful to Ran for, strength, speed, and good health. Centuries of Ran's meticulous grooming and care paid off with interest. Anon went about his days pain free in this regard. Good posture meant no back pain. Even the large breasts weren't a problem, it was only natural to support them with his arms crossed beneath. He never experienced any of the trouble that came with being a "wise and venerable Youkai" Yukari warned him about. If Yukari cared for herself like Ran did she wouldn't complain so much. This however, is where the praise ended.

Today was a special day as Yukari entered hibernation. The chores were taken care of and there's finally a few months of peace and quiet. It should be a time of rest as most people do in the Winter. Yukari isn't there to bark orders and the list of chores is substantially shorter. It's fantastic… for about a week. Then the aches start. How Ran ever shrugged it off and ignored it is beyond him, such thoughts get pushed out quickly.

It was an insidious poison that day by day grew and hollowed out from the inside. At first it attacked the chest, mounting pressure constricted hot and tight like turns on a vice. It then crept down, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Upon reaching his gut the fidgeting set in. By the end of this stage deep breaths were not possible to manage. Thoughts of children, a family; while normal thoughts to have, weren't normal here. It was instinctual. They were constant and invasive, leaving no room for idle thought. In time they only became more perverse. Rather than ideals of children and motherhood, it was their conception.

Like a moth to flame, the more he tried to push those thoughts out, the more he focused on them; and the more he focused on them, the longer time seemed to drag on. No matter what he did it couldn't be shaken off. The insufferable fidgeting. Chewing on fingers, thighs ceaselessly rubbing together, clinging to pillows; anything to try and help. But to no avail. All work slowed to a crawl. Even Chen knew better than to be near Ran like this. The only thing to do was moan into a pillow and play with her aching womanhood. Even through repeated climaxes the empty feeling never went away. Between waves of fleeting pleasure and eroding agony there was nothing to think about. All thoughts worn away like wind on a canyon.

Sleepless nights, ravenously consuming meals left by Chen, stumbling about the room leaving scratches on the walls, everything fogged over in a cloud of delirium. Panties kept getting dirty, so she stopped wearing them. Clothes were too hot, so she stopped wearing them. Until one day… it was finally all over.

Ran pulled herself from bed and got ready for the day's work.

>>46638408
This.

With how badly it affects 2hu's across the entirety of Gensokyo, you'd think pink winds would be an actual Incident Reimu and co would start looking into. One day it's business as usual, the next a weird outsider worshiping some long forgotten god shows up and all of a sudden everyone has an insatiable need to get off. After so long of it with no resolution, it just turns out to be a fact of life that you'll become insufferably horny without warning or control.