/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Shion was not at the restaurant during her usual shift, and Makoto slunk off, slightly disappointed. As he made his way back home, he noticed the other Sonozaki sister waiting outside his house. Great. The one who barely acted like she had tits. But he had to start somewhere. “Uh, Mion,” he said, putting all his sweet-talking skill to use. “You look great today. Your hair looks really green. Yeah.”

Mion giggled and blushed. Makoto did not find this odd. “You’re a lot cuter than your sister, you know,” he ventured, getting bolder. “I only feel comfortable around you. You’re the one person I can depend on here.” He tried to infuse his (slightly Downs-y) eyes with a look of 100% genuine sincerity. It never failed him before.

“Really?” Mion giggled again and nudged him. “I don’t get along that well with my sister, to tell the truth.”

“Yeah, she’s a real bitch, you know? I wouldn’t be against a threesome in principle, but you know what I mean.” Makoto edged closer and began to contemplate the best trajectory for groping her ass.

He did not find it unnatural when Mion began giggling hysterically. The last thing he felt was the blinding pain of electricity jolting through his spasming body.