A Seasonal Erotic Short Story - Chapter 5

Suddenly, the screen went dark. Just when I thought the video had ended, the footage continued playing again.

(Huh, something’s different…?)

Aoi-chan and the man’s lower bodies remained connected, and the man’s fingers wrapped around her slender neck had not loosened. Still, the reason I instantly felt something was different was because Aoi-chan’s expression had completely changed, as if she were a different person.

“Ahh, huh, ah, mm…”

Aoi-chan’s face is still flushed while her neck is being gently strangled, but her eyes, which had been wide with pain, now droop dreamily. Her mouth loosens, drooling messily from the corners, and her constant groans now sound almost euphoric.

“Aoi, chan…?”

The video continued, leaving me behind, bewildered by the sudden change. The man shook his body, grinding his lower half back and forth, pounding into Aoi-chan’s crotch. Bang bang bang. The sound of flesh hitting flesh. Squelch, squelch, squelch. The vivid noise of the man’s filthy genitals rubbing against Aoi-chan’s immature ones. The man’s low, disgusting breaths echoed unpleasantly in my ears, and Aoi-chan’s agonizingly suggestive moans made her seem like a woman far beyond her age.

I hurriedly looked around my empty room, and although it would have been better to lower the volume, I connected earphones to my smartphone and put them in my ears. My fingers, which hadn’t moved at all until a moment ago, now moved smoothly. Even though it wasn’t necessary, I raised the volume. I turned it up so loud I worried the sound might leak out, and the vivid sounds of raw animalistic mating coming from the earphones stabbed sharply into my brain.

The man just kept breathing heavily and thrusting his hips. Because of the camera angle, his face was completely hidden. The scene of the man panting and greedily consuming the girl’s once pure body without any visible expression resembled a beast, a monster born solely to rape young girls.

Aoi-chan, still tied up, only shook her body and let out sweet moans every time the man thrusted his hips into her. Even though her neck was being strangled and it should have been painful, she now simply wore a deeply euphoric expression, fully accepting the pleasure brought by being raped with her whole body.

“Ahhh ahh, more, more…”

Eventually, Aoi-chan started begging for it in sweet voice, spurred on the man’s thrusting of his hips grew stronger. The camera frequently showed Aoi-chan’s crotch, gaping wide open like an adults and easily swallowing the man’s p3nis.

With each thrust of the man’s p3nis, sticky fluids that I couldn’t tell who came from, gushed out creating loud squelching sounds. The man’s genitals covered in fluids and Aoi-chan’s v4g1na shimmered mysteriously, and I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

(How did it come to this…?)

The young girl who just a moment ago was screaming in pain from being raped is now taking the c0ck deeply into her pvssy and letting out obscene moans soaked in pleasure.

I’m not a child who knows nothing. I’ve tried stroking and playing my crotch just out of curiosity. But,

(It looks like it feels much better than it does for me…)

After putting the smartphone on the bed, I curled up under the blanket and extended my hand toward my crotch. Shivering slightly from the soft fleece material, I slid my hand inside and touched my crotch covered by my underwear.

It is wet as if something had spilled.

A slimy and sticky liquid is creating stains on my panties.

While confused by the unfamiliar situation, I felt compelled to run my fingers over the damp part of my panties. Just a gentle touch sent a jolt up my spine, like electricity. A sensation I’d never known. Wanting to feel it more deeply, I gradually began to stroke my slit more strongly through the fabric of my underwear.

In the video, the monster still in the form of a man was entwined with Aoi-chan, moving like beasts. The repeated sounds of breaths and moans filled the air. There were no meaningful words, only an endless act driven by instinct, having discarded all human intelligence.

The obscene sounds of wet squelching and gasps came through the headphones at full volume. As I rubbed my crotch in sync, I gradually started to feel like all the sounds were coming from me.

Slurp, squelch, slurp, slurp, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Which sounds are from the video, and which are coming from my own body?

I don’t understand anything anymore. Right now, everything feels good, no matter what I do. Even when I scrape my crotch with my nails, it feels good. Even crushing my cl!toris, which I’d avoided touching because it was too stimulating, feels good.

“Hah, aaah, ah, mmm, it feels so good…!”

I can’t hold it in anymore. Moans spill out of my mouth. A filthy voice that doesn’t even sound like mine fills the room. It might be Aoi-chan’s voice, or it might be mine. I cover myself completely with the blanket, pulling it up over my head and burying myself inside to make sure no one outside the room can hear.

That wasn’t a good thing.

No, actually, it was good.

In the confined space of the blanket, only my gasps, Aoi-chan’s moans, and the lewd sounds of mating echo. My body temperature rises rapidly, and the thick winter blanket becomes stifling. My breath quickens. There’s not enough oxygen. Still, my hand that comforts me doesn’t stop.

Saliva drips from my open mouth, staining the sheets. My head feels fuzzy. It’s painful, it feels good, it’s painful, it feels good.

“Is this… me?”

There I was in the video. Completely naked, with my hands and feet bound with rope, a filthy unknown man’s c0ck was thrusting into my crotch, and I had an expression of ecstasy on my face.

“I’ve never seen myself looking this happy…”

I gazed at the image of another me, filled with unimaginable joy and pleasure, and I was completely intoxicated by it. My sweat-drenched body, with my love juice dripping from my underwear, filled the bedding with its obscene smell. I inhaled deeply. Overcome by my own lewdness, I indulged even more in my pleasure.

I blinked. The girl in the video had turned back into Aoi-chan, but I had already changed, and could no longer be the same person I used to be.

“Congratulations.”

From the video of the beast-like man and the young girl mating, I heard a human voice after a long time. It was the voice of the father, standing behind the camera.

“Congratulations. Aoi has been reborn.”

Next, a cold, emotionless female voice was heard. It was the mother’s voice.

“Congratulations, Aoi.”

Without responding to the parents’ words, the suspicious man continued to move his hips.

Aoi-chan, with a smile so inappropriate for her youthful appearance it was frightening, directed her gaze toward the direction where her parents were. Once again, her father’s voice came from behind the camera.

“Congratulations on graduating from being human, Aoi.”

The suspicious man’s hips began to move even faster. At the same time, lewd moans began to leak from Aoi’s mouth, echoing throughout the small bathroom. I, too, began to match the mans speed and quickened the movements of my hands as I pleasured myself.

“Congratulations on graduating from being human, Aoi.”

“Congratulations on your graduation, Aoi.”

“Congratulations, Aoi.”

“Congratulations!”

“Congratulations!”

“Congratulations!”

The wet sound of lewd squelching echoes in my mind through the earphones. My fingers, rubbing against my crotch, are wet enough to become pruny. The honey dripping from my fingertips dampens my palm and wrist, continuously falling onto the bed. I can’t even tell what I’m doing anymore.

Aoi-chan, who is about to meet her end as a human while being strangled, lets out a sound other than gasps from her mouth.

“”Thank you.””

In the video, the man and Aoi-chan reached climax at the same time. Aoi-chan’s tiny, restrained body jerked violently, and her crotch, still penetrated, thrashed around like a different creature.

I also climaxed at the same time, in my futon. Pressing my crotch hard against my caressing hand and trembling shamefully, my voice echoing throughout the futon as I orgasmed my mind and body melting into a puddle.

From the headphones, I can hear Aoi-chan’s orgasmic scream.

Even though everything is happening in the video, when I look at Aoi-chan, who is still being penetrated, I felt like the man’s filthy p3nis is inside me.

“Did I… say ‘thank you’… just now?”

I don’t even know if the words that unconsciously slipped from my mouth were lies or the truth. A fog constantly covers my mind, and all I can do is surrender myself to the sexual ecstasy that wraps around my entire body.

The video stopped playing.

When I slip out of the futon, my whole body is drenched in sweat, and more than that, I’m enveloped by a filthy smell. Both my body and mind are fully aroused, and right now, I can’t think of anything except pleasure.

(…………)

I pick up my smartphone. My fingers move naturally and open the class group chat. I copy the URL of the video I had just been watching, which felt like a sacred text, and paste it into the input field. Send.

[It’s truly incredible. If you don’t watch it, you’re wasting your life.]

I feel like I’ve been reborn. Why was I born? What am I? All the answers were in this video.

“Thank you.”

I mutter words of gratitude to no one in particular, and leave the room drenched both inside and out. I pass through the living room and head towards the entrance.

Mom, Dad. You don’t have to look so surprised. I’ve understood who I am.

The doorbell rings. When I look at the intercom monitor, there stands a filthy-looking man who appeared in the video earlier.

I ask.

“Who is it?”

“I’m a friend of your father. Would you let me in?”

In the corner of my vision, I see my father stand up. It’s okay, don’t look so frightened. This is something I need to do in order to be reborn.

I run toward the entrance. I unlock the front door. As the doorknob slowly turns and the door opens, the light from outside pours in, and at the same time, a suffocating smell of manliness fills the entrance.

The smell of semen and female love juice, the scent of a male and female, and the odor of filth that seems to concentrate the essence of grime. The man, spreading the scent of something inhuman, stepped into the house where I live and spoke in a low, eerie voice.

“I’m home. I’m going to give you your New Year’s gift.”

Chapter length 4147 characters.