(What do we do? What am I supposed to do? I'm not getting killed, and if you're happy with that, I'll let you do what you want? But it's about this kid, so you're gonna get hurt later, and you're gonna stop it?
Fast spinning pure child brain. But even though I've lived so many years that I'm four digits old, I'm new to such an experience myself, so I don't know what's best. I don't know much about male psychology either in the first place. It was also the first of its kind in its current progression. The psychology of the Avenger can only be understood by reason, too.
(Suppose they asked me how I wanted to--)
Junko changed his vector of thought. I was only trying to give top priority to the truth, but as far as I'm concerned, I was wondering what this situation looks like right now.
(Curse no one else to like it for a thousand years, keep searching all the time, and if one day we can see each other again, will the purity I've always kept to dedicate be scattered in this way -)
Being aware of that, Junko is not pessimistic at all. A long time without a millennium. Time to get distracted. Time enough for a part of my mind to wear off. I keep searching all the time, and I finally get to meet again. The thinkers want it, so there's no reason to refuse.
(For a very bad guy like me, I wonder if this would suit me. I don't feel bad before then. No, True, if you're trying to make me feel bad, then the fact that I don't feel bad means True is out of your sight. Hmmm...... what do you think, this)
Junko, who is calmly objective about himself, while at the same time confused.
I can't help but refuse. If it is true that we want, we want to be united in whatever form, ourselves. Whether we do it in Loveho, car sex, or adultery, the other person is going to rape us, but whatever. I'm not into it.
- such as calculations and convinces. Junko decided to do it in a matter of seconds and accept it as it would be accomplished.
(You can do whatever you want...... and I'll tell you in my heart that True you won't like it now when I say it in my mouth)
Usually I go with my pride only on the ground, but when my loved ones are involved, my self or individual is the type of pure child who kills as much as possible and gives priority to the other person, but few know that.
Truth first laid his hands on Junko's white coat.
The bottom is a short-sleeved blouse, exposed to both arms. Seeing that hand, the truth was remembering the sound of a chest high, while at the same time remembering the words of a once pure child. He doesn't want to touch someone else's eyes because he has meat on his hands because he's working out and he's not even thin and he doesn't look like a girl.
(Even women, depending on their work, have this much muscle and some people are fat, and they're not thick enough to think of such a complex. Instead, I prefer just how good the meat is, or whether this is beautiful or not... No, it's about ideal. My abs are subtly cracked, and they are so beautiful...)
True that the desire to communicate those thoughts to Junko with his mouth is violently aroused.
(You're not. This is... to kill this guy's heart... at least I can do it for a revenge blow, to reward him with an arrow, so I'll offend him... I'm not obliged to say that...)
Whilst not whining in his mouth, True strokes Junko's arm around and rubs it.
(Wow! Stop the arm! Chests, legs, buttocks, that's better!
From a pure child with a complex on his arm, this equates to an intensely shameful act, with a wolfed look and blushing.
Seeing the expression of a shy pure child, the truth is that his chest remembers the sensation of being swollen, hands away from his arms, without hesitation, overlapping his own lips on the lips of nature and pure child. At least then, I forgot everything that happened by the time I got here, all my anger, sorrow and despair.
Get your own face away from Junko, and truly stare at Junko's face. All facial fabrication is truly the ultimate ideal. Look closely up close and be aware of that again. Sure. I need a cuter woman than this.
Shortly after I thought so, my grief flooded from the bottom of my chest like rage, and my tears fell zero from my true eyes, hitting Junko's eyeball directly.
True tears follow Junko's cheeks as they are and flow down his cheeks, as if Junko were crying too.
The truth had stopped moving for a while, but eventually it would resume.
I take off my blouse with a polite hand. Junko thought it was a mystery that if he was going to rape me, he could rip me to the rampage, but he might really have that consciousness at the earliest. The way I touched it, the way I took it off, the way I looked at it, was felt by Junko so that it was all full of kindness and mercy.
In fact, the truth is, anger and hatred had already blown up somewhere. Even thoughts are fading. It moves almost intuitively.
In front of a threadless figure, true excitement increases even further, and the body moves naturally according to instincts.
This is not the first time a woman's body has been. I had experience with Yumi during this time, but it's much better than that. No, it's incomparable. It's bad for Yumi, but it's a good comparison. Everything about the pure child in front of you is as true as a miracle.
They fascinated the truth.
Junko, on the other hand, embarrassed, is engraved in his heart by the fact that he is truly loved.
I was closing my eyes and concentrating my consciousness, but once in a while, when I open my eyes, my true face, my shoulders, my eyes, go into my gaze, and it burns intensely into my brain.
The feeling was the first for Junko to be born.
It's different from seeing it normally for some reason. It burns firmly in the eyes, in the head, by the time it is unusual, and remains like a remnant.
(Does this happen to all the other girls? Or am I the only one weird?
Minor questions arise in the back of Junko's brain, like he wants to know, he doesn't want to know.
After truly loving Junko, who is made but left to be, according to the guidance of his instincts, his last desire has finally come to pass.
The truth that I was finally able to be one with Junko was that there I was confused again.
It feels completely different from Yumi. Fun was also thin in Yumi's opponents, who were loose, but Junko, who is too tight as opposed to Yumi, even causes pain.
But there was a more decidedly different part to Yumi. Despite all the pain and little pleasure, my heart was filled. There was a real sense of being tied, there was emotion, there was joy.
Despite coming in from hatred, I had already forgotten about that, and the truth was once again obsessed with all the sensations and reactions of Junko.
Finishing the act, the true head cooled rapidly. Reason returned at a speed higher than the speed of sound.
From the gentle carnivorous state dominated by lust alone, he returned to man. I understood everything I did and was hit by the greatest, most intense self-loathing in my fourteen years of my life.
A bad act of rape. An act that led to the death of Reiko. Though it was made into a masturbation story, it was only an act that should have broken it off as fiction.
Replace that with the name of vengeance, the self that carried it out.
True reason could not be done just by attacking itself.
Why didn't Junko resist anything? Wasn't it strange how Junko reacted in the first place? I was the usual pure child I knew, no matter what I saw. He didn't look like an evil, treacherous person who would drive people's fate crazy.
If it was true that she viewed herself as an experimental bench, would she be treated like that but still be offended? And he said it didn't work.
Obviously I was accepting myself. Even though he resisted attempts to kill and had the power to retreat slightly. []/(adj-na, n, vs) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)
The truth was I knew it somewhere in my heart. Even though he was certain that Junko would not resist, he went to the act. What the hell are you paying me for? Activated reason asks itself that, relentlessly chopping up a true soul.
Junko was no ordinary girl. He was probably a rumored Mad Scientist. They are all proven.
But when it comes to making myself look like a lover and using myself as a research material and killing my best friends and mothers, from this reaction of Junko, it just seems to be a mistake.
Truth is, I noticed abruptly. Junko wasn't fooling himself. Someone made it look like Junko was cheating on them and framed them.
(Why didn't you notice on the way? That's crazy. Without being properly calm and thinking, I leave it to my anger to try to kill Junko, and see if I can't do that. Or leave it to my libido to do this...... What are you doing... I... Isn't the word "suck" sucks enough? You can't be foolish about Umemu)
Second, I have an eye for the knife I dropped earlier.
(We have to make amends...)
While the truth was distressing, Junko was experiencing bliss.
Whatever the form, there was so much joy in being united with his beloved opponent that the words could not be said. Physically, anyway, it was mentally filled. Thoughts over a thousand years have been accomplished. I was intoxicated by that fact with my eyes meditating, immersed in it, and had a grin full of fullness in my mouth.
Junko suddenly smells of blood. It also feels like blood on my groin when I finally say it. I feel a little dull because of the pain, but I only know that it is bleeding when I do it.
It reminds me of my knowledge of my first bleeding, but I'm surprised how much, how much, and how much, I bleed so much. The ground surfaces on the thick thighs and floor are bloody.
(No, that's crazy. this, not my blood)
A terrible imagination appeared behind Junko's brain, his eyes wide open, his face raised, and he looked at the true one.
Although the sight there was different from Junko's worst imagination, it was a substitute far beyond Junko's imagination.
It was still true blood that was wetting Junko's legs. There's a bloody knife in my hand. Truth is looking up at the void with a flashing look, with more than a tear.
Blood is gushing out of his true body, spreading the blood on the floor further. Blood. Inside the whole place, objects were falling detached from their true bodies.