User blog:Montyirony/Nureonago WWYD?

 "It's rainy season right now where I live, so here goes a ‘what do’ based on what I did yesterday morning.  

You are walking along the street to shop for daily supplies. It's raining very heavily and everyone's soaked, clutching umbrellas or hiding in shops and stalls until the rain abates. You go about your routine and buy what you need to cook dinner that night. On the way back, a woman in a soaked kimono waves to you with a gentle smile. You offer to walk her home under your umbrella, which she accepts. She says nothing for the duration of the journey. As you stop outside your house, you smile and say, ‘This is where I live. See you around.’

'' She convulses and slides up to you, her body melting and shifting. She gently grabs your wrist, leaning in for a kiss. ‘You're the first man to respond to my smile in all these years I've tried. I want to live with you and be yours.’  ''

'' You realize she wasn't wearing a soaked kimono; she's a Nureonago.   What would you do?" ''

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In my own naive and inexperienced fashion, I let my jaw hang open agape in shock at her sudden proposal. Being a well mannered villager of Zipangu, I was taught to be aware before travelling into more dangerous regions, so I naturally took on a reserved life style. It was my first time ever coming across a monster in any form, and even if I actually did before, I'd bolt as fast I could. At first I felt ashamed for my mindlessness as I heard her gasp, ending in a measly, barely audible gurgle before she swiftly slung her head, just to meet her slick damp lips with mine. Why did I leave my mouth open, ugh?! Of all encounters, I had to mess up this badly now.

At first, my self-criticism and research on monsters made it seem like a bitter assault, I'd bite the worthless wretch of a slime, but... She seemed so lonely, and her tongue, soon swirling eagerly around mine, gave me a tranquil reverie similar to that of a rainy day, it even had the same watered down, calm taste to it that I couldn't help but recall from all the times it ran down my face. Not only that, but with her gorgeous, sleek, perfected body, I couldn't resist. She must have a heart, or core, or something somewhere! I soon just, gave up and complied, for much needed 'research', I told myself...

Pretty much, I'm so taken aback, I couldn't even bring myself to reason properly. I try to grip her shoulders, to bring each other closer in. I'm shocked by how convincingly, human soft her 'skin' is, yet it's so slippery wet it takes a couple curls before I can really grip it. My attempts simply please her more and more, so she shuffles her thin lips along against mine, up and down, here and there, leaving trails of slimy, thin saliva all over mine; the situation gives off all meanings of the word 'overwhelmed', yet also 'discovery', strangely enough (though I can't help but feel she's also holding back some ticklish giggles for my sake, or maybe she's just holding in actual, laughs?... Or, I just felt some sort of slight, trembling resistance...).

This makes the whole moment get imprinted in my head even more, so, to sweeten it, I instinctively suckle her tender, slippery, slimy lips and move in closer, just to feel her jiggly, well rounded breasts press against my flat chest. It isn't rough at all, if anything it feels more like a slippery, gentle press as she gets my shirt all wet, but, I could care less as the voluptuous mounds do wonders against my psyche, completely defusing it as my mind runs wild with lewd, vivid thoughts like an instant, natural mental assault. I decide, here and there, that in this world, filled with the cruelest of beasts, this is the sweetest I could find, even if she reminds me of nothing but lonely, rainy days back at home... Wait...

I must have her, I must, just, understand her at the very least. A wavering determination fueled me as I gave her one last pull, trailing my slender fingers through her gel-like, thick, yet runny black hair. It goes through easy like lines of silk, despite being so syrupy cold. As I do this, she wraps her arms around me in meek pursuit, pulling me in closer like an invitation. To further motivate me, she starts to wriggle her frail, soaking wet form...

Runny, semi-clear slime's started to trail down her like profuse, rainy sweat, so her full and juicy breasts slip and slide all over me as her short-style kimono starts to take on a natural, damp transparency. This just makes it all the more teasingly arousing, so as to unsurprisingly combat that, I find myself grinding into her, letting her learn the feeling of my stiff shaft against her tender, thick thighs. She moans through our deep kiss, causing a light vibrato as our tongues slowly drift along each others to begin to part. I let my eyes drift open slightly, just enough to soon see the lids of hers do the same, though in slower, more, anxious curiosity as to why I stopped? She's worried she's offended me, now of all times, but I'm already way too far past gone. I just want to help her now...

I ease away in a slow, mesmerized display of unintentional innocence, yet she does the same as a beautiful blush has now stained her gorgeous cheeks. Again, I gaze into her deep sapphire eyes, and, try to redeem myself as best I can, though the slime’s still trailing between my legs..

"I'm, a fuckin', hikikomori... (Japanese shut-ins)"

I gaze downward, ashamed but, necessary to inform. I can't give up now, so I'll just let her know. She caresses my own shoulder just after, giving me an understanding glance...

"I've been walled up in the well by the back of your house for years... I watched you whenever you came by..."

Now I didn't know how to feel. An invader or abandoned? I, with, such a warm (yet ironically cool) welcoming, I let her continue as I treaded cautiously up the stairs to my home, prying the door open nervously. She follows me, but back a ways. She actually pauses for a moment, as the entrance to her new nests grazes wide open to her. She doesn't jump in, filled with monster-like temptation, but actually waits, with clear, wife-like patience. It's so refined, I could never see it as sinister at all...

"I, I know. I just never wanted to admit it, and when saw you, I, you mimic so well I wanted to see if my sus..."

She waits attentively for my explanation, with a surreal, life-like purity.

I completely give in, no more.

"You deserve a place to stay just as much as me..."