/jp/ - Otaku Culture

I shake off the desire to tease her a bit and nod my head. This level I can understand quite easily.

“Though why bodies for fuel? Why not wood?”

“…Do trees grow in caves?”

“Good point,” I concede, “So what are they fueling?”

“If you don’t know what a steam boiler is I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain it.”

“Fair enough,” I say. Even if I did know what a steam boiler was, I doubt she could explain herself. The more she speaks, the less I think of her intelligence. She’s beautiful, sure, but I’m starting to think dumb as a sack of rocks goes hand in hand with that sort of stunning appearance.

“So when and where is dinner?” I ask, not particularly hungry but not so willing to turn down the offer of a free meal. Of course, if this satori girl serves something other than human I’ll gain little to no nourishment from the meal.

“Ah! I completely forgot!” She exclaims, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me back into the building, “This way, this way!” And ‘this way’ I go.

I soon find myself in a large hall, the centerpiece of which is a rather immodestly large table. I take a seat at the end of the table; the largest chair usually reserved for the master of the house. I know this custom a little too well. Taking the seat may be viewed as an insult by some, but the very base of the act is a declaration of power over others. I want to make it very clear to Satori that, despite her good will towards me, I’m not another one of her subjects nor do I intend on becoming one.

>>7175241
Fuck you, cunt.

Big breasts are life.

>>6985852

Not at all. Just posting crowtits in a crowtits thread.