/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>20294204
>Beato notices anon's cataclysmic dong through the monitor and strolls out to harness the magical payload within.

"Aaand, send."

Anon finished typing his message into the text box and hit the post button, a feeling of expectation filling him as he saw his latest reply appear on the message board. He wondered what sort of results this request of his would yield. He tried not to let his expectations get too out of hand. After all, he had no idea if that other anon would actually stay true to his word. It wouldn’t be the first time that promises of fapfics had gone unfulfilled. But still he yearned for it. He wanted to read a story about the beautiful Golden Witch using her luscious tits to fuck a guy’s brains out. Just the thought of it was enough to get him aroused, his pants tightening slightly as his manhood stirred within his underwear.

Maybe he would relieve himself while going through some old Beato doujinshi on sadpanda. It wasn’t like this request was going to be fulfilled anytime in the immediate future. It’d be better to take care of this pent-up stress now rather than to wait for something that might not even arrive. Having made up his mind, he reached down with one hand and deftly unfastened his pants, tugging it and his underwear down together and allowing his semi-erect penis to spring out into the open air. His other hand maneuvered the mouse, reaching up to open a new tab before suddenly pausing as something on the monitor caught his eye.

There in the center of the screen was a small, flickering circle. It faded in and out repeatedly in a slow, constant rhythm. It didn’t look like any sort of pop-up he was familiar with. A problem with the screen maybe? His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he clicked around a bit, hoping to make it go away, but to no avail. Starting to get somewhat worried, he brought his hand up to the screen to brush the screen, praying that this was just a minor glitch and not some sort of irreparable defect. The last thing he wanted was to have to take his computer into a repair shop again.

He cautiously ran his thumb over the blemish, only to give a surprised jolt and pull away as ripples suddenly spread out from the point of contact, radiating across the screen as if it were made of water. The waves against the edges of the display and rebounded inwards, overlapping with each other and distorting the image on it to the point that it was no longer recognizable. Alarmed, Anon’s fingers flew across his keyboard, trying out various keys in the hopes of getting a response. Nothing. As a last ditch effort he reached for the power button, thinking he might be able to fix the issue by rebooting. But to his surprise, even that proved useless as the monitor remained obstinately lit. He could do nothing but watch as his beloved gateway to the net grew more and more jumbled.

“Kukukuku…”

An unexpected sound caused him to look around the room in surprise. It was the sound of a woman’s chuckling, deep and resonating. The voice sounded oddly familiar, but anon was too preoccupied with more pressing concerns regarding his computer to identify it. Whatever it was, it seemed to be coming from his malfunctioning monitor. Perhaps some program had started up? Or maybe it was just the speakers glitching out as well. It was impossible to say for certain with the screen like this. He was just about to try turning the computer off again when the voice sounded again, this time speaking clearly.

“What an amusing sight this is. To think that such a place existed outside my catbox.”