TL: Enjoy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I think masturbation is something that most of us do because we want to, and few of us do it out of obligation.
I used to be one of those people. But there came a time when that was not the case.
It was October of my third year of junior high school, when I had just turned fifteen.
I had a dream that I was raping Kotono.
The content was just like the erotic manga I read before going to bed.
“No, no, no, no! Stay away from me! Don’t touch me please!”
I don’t care if Kotono cries out, I force her legs open and violently shove my cock, which is hard to the hilt, into her vagina.
” Its not going to fit! I can’t take it! I’m begging you!”
Kotono’s eyes widen, and she cries and begs me. Her cheeks are soaked with tears.
I slam the head of my penis into her womb with all the force I can muster.
”I’m sure you’ve always wanted to be f****d like this, you little b***h.”
I ejaculated with great force while chastising her.
I groaned low and poured so much cum into Kotono that my balls were emptied.
”Aahhhh! I can’ t take it anymore! I am going to cum!”
That’s when I woke up.
I was asleep, but my heart was pounding and I was sweating like a goddamn waterfall.
Naturally, my crotch was soaking wet.
To be honest, I felt a tremendous amount of self-loathing.
(Don’t I actually have some kind of rapist in me?)
When I thought about it, I became deeply afraid of myself.
Dreams are said to reveal our deepest thoughts.
In other words, deep down I was wishing to rape Kotono like that.
To put it bluntly, when I was in junior high school, my head was full of nonsense.
And then there’s Kotono, who is just as selfish as she was when she was little, asking me to sleep with her or give her a piggyback ride.
I didn’t know when I would lose control and let my dreams become reality.
So, I set myself the task of masturbating twice a day.
Once in the morning when I woke up a little earlier, and once before I went to bed. And during that time, I would never think about Kotono.
I thought that if I did this, I would be able to quiet my raging desire a little.
This plan of mine was a temporary success.
No matter if it was raining or I had a cold (or even a thirty-nine degree fever), I did my routine morning and evening, and during the day I felt like a refreshed sage.
Feeling a little less stimulated by Kotono, my rational mind sounded a fanfare of victory!
I had underestimated my enemy too much.
In the spring when I went from middle school to high school.
I was once again confused by the raging storm of my troubles.
I’ve been doing my routine for a year.
I’ve been doing my routine for over a year now, and Kotono turned sixteen five months earlier than me.
There’s a saying that even demons and eighteenth-century teas are flowers.
It’s a pretty awful saying that even ugly people can become cute at their age, but it seems that girls suddenly transform into mature women around the age of 16, as if a flower has opened.
Kotono, who had always been as well-dressed as a doll, began to exude an unsettlingly sexy scent.
Kotono was a slow-growing girl, and until then, she still had the form of a young girl, giving people the impression that she was too neat and tidy to be human.
Her body, which had been skinny and thin, became rounder and rounder, and her brassiere went up two sizes. (The reason why I know all this is because Anna reports it to me every single time.)
When the hard buds open up beautifully and are filled with luscious nectar, it’s hard not to react.
Even the gestures that Kotono makes in her daily life stirred my imagination.
For example, when she thumps her fingers on the desk like Morse code.
Or when she brushes her long hair carelessly, or when she gulps something down with a slurp.
Whenever she put something in her mouth (especially spring rolls or bananas), I would get a boner and look away in panic.
Perhaps it was because she was blind, but she was completely oblivious to the pheromones she was emitting.
So, as usual, I was forced to play the role of a chair, and when we watched a movie together, I sat next to her and we were in perfect physical contact.
When we watched a movie together, I would sit next to her and hold her close. She’s a fan of Jackie Chan, Steven Seagal, Eddie Murphy, and Arnold Schwarzenegger, and at the same time a fan of Hiroya Ishimaru, Akio Otsuka, Atom Shimojo, and Tetsuaki Genda.
When I was in the chair during the book reading, I almost came straight to the floor a couple of times because of the different feeling of soft buttocks.
The days of the wise men are gone.
In short, the balance between what is stored and what is released has become unbalanced.
If the amount of what is stored and what is released were equal, there would be no problem. But with Kotono’s growth, my libido was growing at three times the normal rate, and masturbating twice a day was no longer enough.
Then in October, when I turned sixteen, I had that dream again.