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[SPOILER] No.1063114[SPOILER]  [Reply] [Original]

Mystia invites you for a session of casual sex.

What do you do?

>> No.1063115

How old are you?

>> No.1063119

>>1063114
If her penis on the inside like a vagina? IF yes can i stick it in her penis?

>> No.1063124
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>> No.1063133

Stick it in her cloaca.

>> No.1063141

Eggs

>> No.1063145

ITT: The zenith of /jp/ maturity.

>> No.1063158

>>1063114

Mystia can stick it in me whenever she wants. I don't care.

>> No.1063155 [SPOILER] 
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my egglaying fetish started with mystia

>> No.1063160

>>1063114
Exterminate that heretical mutant in the name of the God Emperor and so on.
You know the usual routine.

>> No.1063163

>>1063145

You again?

>> No.1063165

>>1063163
What? I just woke up, saw this, and realized that /jp/ hasn't changed?

>> No.1063234
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Sit on it.

>> No.1063242

After she lays an egg, I'll pick it and crack the egg open over a hot frying pan. Then I'll use Mystia's tears to season the egg. And once it's done cooking, I'll go om nom nom.

>> No.1063256

>>1063242
I hate to break it to you, but the birds that produce semen don't lay eggs.

>> No.1063264

>>1063234
Oh god, he looks so fucking hot in that last panel.
Who's the artist?

>> No.1063273

>>1063234

Ahaha, I love that little bite mark.

>> No.1063281
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>>1063264
Hell is I know.

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>>1063264
Hell if I know.

>> No.1063314

"Oh, traveler, traveler, bloodied red, red~. He looks like he's scared out of his heady head~. It's dark, too dark, indeed, for human eyes, eyes~. But I'm selling a cure. It's true, no lies lies~. All you need is to eat some tasty eel, eel~ It’s the wondrous night blindness curing meal, meal~!

Sight returns with great speed, speed~. Trust it, it's guaranteed, teed~!"

“I remember reading something about this,” you mumble, “aren’t you the one that’s causing this night-blindness in the first place?”

“Hee hee. Yes, and you’re absolutely right, right~, But eat, or you’ll stay blind all night, night~.” Keeping your thoughts about the absurdity of the lyrics, much less the attempt to carry on a conversation, in the song, you resign yourself to eating the food of this suspicious youkai.

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>>1063242

>> No.1063313

Foraging for wild roots and nuts one day, you accidentally become lost in the woods away from the village. As darkness falls, and you still have yet to find your way back to the village, fear sticks its icy claw into your gut. These woods are not safe at all after dark. Carefully, cautiously, you wind your way around overly rambunctious fairies playing danmaku with one another, and give wide berth to a dancing swirl of fireflies with some likely highly dangerous girl playing in the midst of them. Desperation sets in, as even the light of the moon seems less and less sufficient to find your way. Have you gone so far into the woods that the trees have blocked almost all light?

A sudden wave of relief hits you as you hear a beautiful voice echo through the woods. You can somehow manage to discern where it comes from, and decide for reasons that aren't clear to you to follow the voice. Though the voice is wondrous, the lyrics of the song are... well, odd. At the very least, you are comforted by the fact that the voice is extolling the wonders of eating eel, rather than human flesh, and press on in hopes of finding someone who might help guide you home.

You stumble through the brambles, and can finally dimly make out what appears to be a small food stand. Even the lantern lights of this apparently grilled eel stand seems impossibly dim. A young woman with odd clothes and strange wings flips skewers of eel over the grill.

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