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jwu did she slay

>>23421600
There's nothing chuuni about this, dumb fuck.
Don't use words you learned last week improperly.

>>23421596
Don't be a retarded faggot, and your cum-marinated, clouded brain won't see it as shitposting.

Well, I was already going to spend my day carving Mori's name into my arms and legs - it's nice to have a reason to do it at least.

I love her

jwu is she slaying

imagine mori ordering food through grub hub then doing the delivery dance

Gaining the courage to confess to Mori!
Mori enthusiastically becomes your girlfriend!
Going on cute dates with Mori!
Moving in together!
Watching Mori become more renowned and famous!
Proudly watching Mori become a star!

Feeling inadequate and insecure!
Fearing Mori will find someone in her league and leave you!
Becoming increasingly aggressive! Having arguments!
Gaslighting Mori!
Telling her she's nothing without you!
Telling her she won't ever find anyone better than you!
Calling her ugly! Calling her music trash!
Becoming miserable together!
Aggression increases tenfold when she collabs with male producers and singers!
Not being able to take it anymore!
Tying her up when she's sleeping!
Shoving her into your car!
Drinking a fifth of vodka! Dare me to drive?!
Driving your car into the lake!
Drowning together like true lovers!
You and Mori forever together!

If Mori was actually in Europe I would fuckin give her a bottle of spirytus

I love Mori

Mori keep coming here, I love knowing that you do, and that you can see it when I say that I love you
I will make it super weird too

Love Forever

I've never met a woman this malicious before. It's unreal.

>>4793124
There really was no escape. The episode near the fountain managed to awaken something in her, as you were worried, and she no longer sought any privacy, neither for fighting you nor for getting her ass beat, on the contrary, basking in the attention. Her constantly showing up at your house for challenges on top of that was driving you insane at first, but then became almost preferred, due to the civilized nature of these attacks. Mori eagerly accepted all tips regarding fighting itself (besides "stop trying to fight me and find another hobby") and demanded nothing from you with regards to the ass-beating, other than having it happen. You used it as leverage to at least keep her more predictable, making it clear that you can do it more comfortably and longer in the privacy of your house. She still clearly desired the attention and shame, and would still sometimes ambush you in public for this reason, but it was happening less and less frequently.

You ended up forming a somewhat amicable relationship. She'd show up at your house on schedule — not even for "challenges" at this point, but for sparring and practice. After this, she submitted to a spanking, for as long and as hard as you wanted — it was a complete coincidence that your preferred poses involved her pressing her giant milk jugs that barely fit into her track suit right against your chest — and then you'd have tea or harder drinks together. She brought with her a cushion with a picture of a rabbit-human hybrid she said she nicked from her girlfriend, which she put down on your hardwood bench to make sitting down bearable. Sometimes, depending on the mood, you didn't let her use the cushion either.

In April, you showed her a craft project you spent a bit of time on, made personally for her — a handmade wooden paddle, with holes drilled in it for cutting down air resistance. She broke two of her usual habits. It was the first time she gave you instructions, asking you to take her panties down for it. It was also the first time you have ever managed to make her cry.

After the fourth shot of tequila, you figured it was a good opportunity to ask.

"Say, what do you get out of this? You've been my student for almost a year now, and I still don't really get it. It doesn't even sound like a sex thing to me any more."

"Well..." Mori got lost in thought for a few seconds. "I don't know how to say this. I grew up without a father, and my mother was neglectful at best. I'm kind of molding you into a father figure. Manipulating you into doing what I think a real dad should be like, the way I imagined it as a child, I suppose. Except now that you found out, it wouldn't work any more, so I need to find another sixty-year old."

(3/3)

>>4792668
A random nosy passerby went to check out what the noise was and saw her in a compromising position. You didn't hear him say it, but his face was a classic "what the fuck". Mori saw it too.

"Never mind, haha. This guy here is my dad. I'm being unfairly abused and beaten! Just a piece of small-town domestic violence, am I right? Move along now." He walked off, mumbling something to himself about freaky streetwalkers having no shame, and you mentally agreed. The whole episode made you lose count, though, so you restarted from zero.

Over the course of the next few months her assaults on your personal space had no pattern to them at all, other than being consistently annoying. She popped up from behind a pickup truck at the Wendy's parking lot, down an oak tree (didn't end up being a proper fight, she got caught in the branches and you helped her climb down after whapping her with one of them at her insistence), from under a manhole cover, everywhere, with no system. A curious thing was that the "spoils" she demanded you take from her weren't just a sex freak thing — you expected that she'd lustfully moan or something, but she mostly just sucked air through her teeth and cursed under her breath every time her ass got beaten. You didn't really get it.

Three weeks through October, she finally scored a hit on you that did lasting damage. You were walking back from the market with two bags of assorted produce and really didn't expect a low sweep. You hit your jaw square on the asphalt. The bags flew off hell knows where, some of the tangerines already rolled onto the road and got squished by a car, it was a mess.


"The fuck?!" you yelled on top of your lungs. You knew it was her. Who else.

"How's this, huh, old man?" she said triumphantly from behind your back. "Never let your enemy sleep, as they say! I rolled for initiative and won it!"

"I was... literally... just walking to my car! What the hell is wrong with you? I'm so fucking done."

"Does this mean you accept my challenge?"

"No, but you'll accept something alright."

This time it was your turn dragging her off, though she didn't really resist, you were just walking faster. You were looking for the nearest available surface to sit down on, which turned out to have been the marble border of the fountain at the center of the square - the benches facing it were occupied. You sat down on it, then pushed Mori over one of your knees and set your other knee on top of her long legs.

Albeit Mori would inevitably demand that you "beat her ass" after losing fights to you, she never specified bare skin, and you weren't going to strip a woman in her twenties unprompted, so the sight of it was actually new to you. Eye-blindingly pale, of course - you haven't really seen her in anything but sportswear, and the town didn't even have a waterfront, much less a beach to tan on. You briefly considered pulling down her bright pink panties alongside her trousers, but decided against it, giving her a wedgie instead. Rubbing your coarse hand on her tender skin probably felt like sandpaper to her. You expected her to try to weasel out of this or at least say she's sorry, but she was simply waiting. You raised your hand high in the air and decided to not make her wait any longer.

You were glad she wasn't making, like, horny noises while spanked in public like that. Different compared to her normal demeanor, but fairly normal aws and owws every time you left a handprint. The random passerby were mostly weirdly disinterested, maybe she was just a fixture of this town at this point, but there was some leering still. She had some muscle in her, but was trying to relax to make it hurt less, which made it easier for you too.
You didn't really have a set goal, thinking of maybe stopping when she says sorry or starts crying or something, but that clearly wasn't going to happen, so you just kept spanking toll your shoulder was sore, finished with a really hard slap and abruptly stood up. She fell to the ground, stood up and started pulling her trousers back up.
"Oh hell no. Who told you you can put your pants on?" You grabbed her hand and dragged her back to the crime scene, pants midway down her hips still. "You'll help me pick all my shit back up, carry it to my car, see me drive off, and only then you're allowed to cover up."
"Huh? Oh, okay. Really just want to see a girl's bare ass in front of you for a little longer, old pervert?"
"Yes. Now get going. Chop, chop!" You'd rather see her tits instead, but there was no way if making that happen.

You let her in a cloud of dust and car exhaust, somewhat proud of yourself for humiliating Mori in a way that she won't soon forget and, as a result, will not bother you ever again, glad to put this awful page behind you, and of course she wrote down your license plate and used it to find out where you live.

(2/x)