/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>17355178
I haven't seen one yet. I love these goofy anatomy images. We need more of them.

So how simple is "simple minded"?

Seems that Zombie Dragons for instance are fairly intelligent though focused almost solely on their hubby but where does a Dorome fall? Could you hold a conversation with her? Would she understand simple things like you having to do other stuff at some point?

So unlike MGs like fairies who assault you in groups, a Dorome orgy would be with just one individual split over multiple bodies?

>Resting your entire body into soft thighs, belly and chest
>While from the front one is kissing you with a dopey expression and two more are down by your dick with gentle mudhands

>>17314302
I would be the one who wouldn't let go, I'm the kind of guy who is a sucker for dopy smiles

How could someone be so pure??

>>16644856

>Be chef on a quest to cook the perfect omelet
>Very few people aside nobility actually care about the culinary arts
>With this simple dish I hope to awaken everyone to the wonders of cooking
>Nearly 3 years of experimentation and the omelet still feels lacking
>Save up months of salary as a royal kitchen cook to purchase some illegal spices
>Manage to get a deal on an ounce of demonic pepper
>The omelet resulting from it is nearly perfect but it still lacks something
>Someone in the kitchen messes up the queen's desert and my coworkers use me as a scapegoat
>Get fired on the spot and banned from ever exercising in a kitchen again as a result
>Family and friends reject me out of fear from my newfound reputation
>No choice but to leave the country
>Towards the south is a friendly kingdom but knowing how talkative the queen is I'm probably banned there too
>There is nothing but sea towards the east and north
>The west is a demon realm.
>With nothing to lose I head there
>Cross the border after 3 days of walking
>My rations are already running out
>Ahead is a huge wetlands with few to no edible plants in the horizon
>Make my prayers to the Chief God and keep walking
>God knows my attire isn't meant for this kind of terrain
>While everything in this demon realm has an eerie feel to it, it's still not nearly as bad as I imagined
>Hours of walking later and with the dawn about to begin I decide to take a break
>I lay down on a small patch of grass near a large puddle of water
>Falling asleep is much harder than it should be for someone who just spent 4 days in a row walking
>The wet, cold ground and blowing wind are to blame for this
>The night quickly falls upon the land and the shiny blackish-purple sky of the demon realm rocks me to sleep
> Wake up way past sunrise to my surprise
>Another surprising thing is how comfortable the ground got overnight
>My memory might be tricking me but this seems even better than even the royal bed I once sneaked in
>Try to stand up without success
>Finally realize that I am not laying on the ground but in the clutches of some mud abomination
>Emotions get the best of me and I start crying and screaming
>The monster's embrace only gets tighter and without a say in the matter I get submerged up to the neck in mud
>Only monsters could cause such good sensations, this is all my punishment for eating demon spices
>Another mud abomination forms in front on me as I lose any hope to leave alive
>It slowly inches towards me as I see my entire existence flash before me
>Its hungry expression and gaping mouth can only be a sign that I'm about to be consumed
>What an ironic end for someone whose life was dedicated to the culinary arts
>I hope that I taste good
>With this last thought I close my eyes and prepare myself to go to hell
>A soft and warm feeling spreads from my lips causing my eyes to jolt open
>The abomination is kissing me
>Even before death I get toyed with
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>Be chef on a quest to cook the perfect omelet
>Very few people aside nobility actually care about the culinary arts
>With this simple dish I hope to awaken everyone to the wonders of cooking
>Nearly 3 years of experimentation and the omelet still feels lacking
>Save up months of salary as a royal kitchen cook to purchase some illegal spices
>Manage to get a deal on an ounce of demonic pepper
>The omelet resulting from it is nearly perfect but it still lacks something
>Someone in the kitchen messes up the queen's desert and my coworkers use me as a scapegoat
>Get fired on the spot and banned from ever exercising in a kitchen again as a result
>Family and friends reject me out of fear from my newfound reputation
>No choice but to leave the country
>Towards the south is a friendly kingdom but knowing how talkative the queen is I'm probably banned there too
>There is nothing but sea towards the east and north
>The west is a demon realm.
>With nothing to lose I head there
>Cross the border after 3 days of walking
>My rations are already running out
>Ahead is a huge wetlands with few to no edible plants in the horizon
>Make my prayers to the Chief God and keep walking
>God knows my attire isn't meant for this kind of terrain
>While everything in this demon realm has an eerie feel to it, it's still not nearly as bad as I imagined
>Hours of walking later and with the dawn about to begin I decide to take a break
>I lay down on a small patch of grass near a large puddle of water
>Falling asleep is much harder than it should be for someone who just spent 4 days in a row walking
>The wet, cold ground and blowing wind are to blame for this
>The night quickly falls upon the land and the shiny blackish-purple sky of the demon realm rocks me to sleep
> Wake up way past sunrise to my surprise
>Another surprising thing is how comfortable the ground got overnight
>My memory might be tricking me but this seems even better than even the royal bed I once sneaked in
>Try to stand up without success
>Finally realize that I am not laying on the ground but in the clutches of some mud abomination
>Emotions get the best of me and I start crying and screaming
>The monster's embrace only gets tighter and without a say in the matter I get submerged up to the neck in mud
>Only monsters could cause such good sensations, this is all my punishment for eating demon spices
>Another mud abomination forms in front on me as I lose any hope to leave alive
>It slowly inches towards me as I see my entire existence flash before me
>Its hungry expression and gaping mouth can only be a sign that I'm about to be consumed
>What an ironic end for someone whose life was dedicated to the culinary arts
>I hope that I taste good
>With this last thought I close my eyes and prepare myself to go to hell
>A soft and warm feeling spreads from my lips causing my eyes to jolt open
>The abomination is kissing me
>Even before death I get toyed with
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