/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>42658901
I was going to leave it open ended but fuck it, just for you.

You went out to the edge of the lake as you often did when you had something to contemplate. You began idly skipping some stones as you thought about Marisa and how you suddenly felt about her. As you thought about what your next move should be, a familiar head poked itself out of the water. It was the resident mermaid, Wakasagihime. You've spoken to her many times in the past when you had something on your mind and she had become a friend to you. She knew that you were troubled whenever there were stones dropping into this part of the lake and she was always happy to lend an ear. The nature of your predicament barely managed to escape your lips when a barrage of danmaku rained down from above and scared the mermaid back into the depths of the lake. Startled, you looked up to see what it could possibly be, only to find Marisa descending on her broom. She landed next to you, chuckling and telling you that you need to be more careful because a youkai almost got you. You knew that the mermaid meant no harm and would have normally chewed Marisa out for doing this but today, you didn't feel like you could. Strangely enough, you actually felt happy seeing her, even if it was at the expense of your aquatic friend. That happiness was quickly overcome by anxiety. Marisa was here and you still weren't sure what to do about her.

The witch explained that she was worried about how suddenly you left and decided to come after you to see what was wrong. She took a seat on the ground and gently pulled you down next to her. Marisa stated that she could clearly see that there was something wrong and took your hands in hers as she did when you were at her home earlier. She looked deep into your eyes and pleaded with you to tell her. It took all of her strength to maintain this look of innocent concern and not crack into a triumphant grin, knowing that she was successfully tearing down your defenses. You definitely weren't used to her being this tender with you and that only broke you down further. Marisa leaned in a little closer. You couldn't help but feel as though she were trying to read your mind, not that she had to with how red your face had become. You wanted to look away but you couldn't. As gripped as you were by anxiety, you couldn't help but admire Marisa's eyes. Were they always this beautiful? Why was it only today that you noticed? You tried to say something but all that came out was an incoherent mix of an excuse and the truth. The devious witch saw her opportunity to deal a decisive blow in that mess. She brought a finger up to your lips and whispered that there was no need to say anything. With that, she moved her finger out of the way and replaced it with a soft kiss.

You froze up entirely in that moment. Your heart began racing faster than it ever had in your life and for a moment you feared that it you may die. Would it have been such a bad thing to die on such a high note, you wondered. Seeing you freeze up, even Marisa worried that she may have put too much of her potion in your tea but you snapped out of it soon enough. You still couldn't quite articulate the intensity of what you were feeling so you chose the wordless option and pulled her in to return that kiss, channeling your newfound passion into that instead. Marisa was ecstatic. All those pretty girls you knew in the village, all those youkai you fraternized with, she beat them all. She was the winner, and it was time for her to claim her prize.

The witch easily matched your intensity with her own, finally unleashing the suppressed love that she had for you. The kisses quickly spiraled into full blown carnal contact and the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon indulging in each other without a care for who heard or saw. If anything Marsia hoped that someone saw, if only to further solidify her claim on you. After all was done and you were both physically spent, you returned to the witch's house to spend the night. A night that was sure to put the afternoon to shame.