Hobby Modification App; Episode 6, Day 2 : Rin Yukishiro 1

"Ahh.. nngh.... "

　It's late at night, and the date has already changed, but I can't stop my hands from playing with my secret crack.

　My brain becomes numb, and I can't do anything about it.

　Just thinking about him makes me so happy and also so painful.

[Don't measure the length of someone's penis without permission.]

　I stopped the playback of the video when I saw his muscular body on the monitor in front of me.

    I am proud to say that I did my best work. It was well taken for a hidden camera.

　I felt longing and tempted to cut the woman's hand holding his genitalia, but I ignore it and concentrate on comforting myself.

"......"

　Imagining his genitalia entering me, the excitement in my brain is increasingly heightened.

　一I started this action the day before yesterday, but there is no end to it.

　I play the edited version I have just finished at a volume so loud that it echoes around the room.

[Yukishiro――Let's have sex]

　The sound is a synthesis of the audio I picked up from a hidden camera, so there are some inconsistencies, but still, just by listening to it, beta-endorphins pervade my brain, and my lower body becomes numb and tingly.

"ngh...♡"

　What is it, why, why I'm so happy!

　I never thought that the day when I would care about someone so much would come.

　My mother once told me this when I was a child.

　―Rin, you don't understand the human heart.

　I thought she was right, and I behaved accordingly.

　In general, there are too many idiots in the world.

　I realized this when I was 10 years old.

　When I was 10 years old and living in the U.S., I received an award for a paper I had written  arbitrarily.

　The people around me praised it incessantly, saying it was a great achievement.

　Hearing their praise, I thought to myself.

　―That's ridiculous.

　I didn't care about my parents, who had been disgusted with me but had changed their attitude 180 degrees to flatter me, or my professor, who had praised me by preaching his own theory, which was full of errors, in a pompous manner.

　The paper was worthless.

　Because the paper was intentionally laced with mistakes.

　They did not even notice them even though the level of the paper was so low.

　I was not disappointed at that time. However, I remember thinking that things were just as they should be.

　At that moment, I had lost interest in other people.

　I was surrounded by all kinds of people after that.

　They led me to my interest in other people.

　There were all kinds of people who were said to be a kind of talent.

　People who were perfect as human beings, people who were geniuses at a young age.

　They are easily broken just by debating with me.

　Just a little bit of analysis, just a little bit of hitting them where it hurts, and they go crazy and break down.

　I have prepared an escape route for them. Of course, I have prepared counterarguments to those arguments, but if you can still argue back, it will be a debate.

　When they can't do that, they go crazy and break down at the mere mention of it.

　Adults who can do nothing but yell at a 10-year-old girl with a red face.

　I still think it's natural to lose interest in such things.

　There were too many people around me who believed they had value.

　In fact, everything they do is flimsy and shallow.

　The final words of reproach from these shallow people to me are, 'you don't understand the human heart.'

　Because I do not understand the human heart, I do not understand love. That's why I'm so cold to others.

　I see. I think it must be true.

　I remember watching my parents, who talked about the importance of love in flimsy words, but eventually divorced.

　I can never understand love.

　So, I left the U.S. to escape from such incomprehensible people.

　I didn't care where I went, so I enrolled in a regular Japanese high school, as indicated by a simulation tool I had made at the time.

　I had no choice but to go there because I felt that I was destined to change my destiny since the tool I had made at random had given me such an outrageous result that I would 'change my destiny'. I remember that I came here with a foolish mind at that time.

　I did not change at all when I came to Japan.

　I did not fit in at school in Japan, probably because I had refused to communicate with others since I was a child.

　Well, I did not intend to fit in.

　Anyway, I spent most of my time alone, and my destiny did not change because I did not interact with others.

　The turning point came very recently. It was the day before yesterday.

　I was in an ancient literature class.

　Suddenly, I felt his eyes on me, and there he was, Keisuke.

　I am used to being watched. Even at this school, I have always felt people's eyes looking at me without any hesitation.

　However, this was the first time in my memory that he looked at me in class.

　I had no idea what the nature of his gaze was.

　It was a kind of look I had never felt before.

　―It was then that I finally met my destiny.

　When I think back on him, he is, in a way, close to me in many ways.

　People look more or less hurt when they talk to me, but he does not.

　Perhaps he does not expect anything from others. That is why he is not hurt.

　Thinking about it, I became interested in him, wondering why someone who is not interested in others would look at me like this.

　Then I started to observe him.

　I can tell the bottom of most people by looking at them.

　But I could not understand him well.

　I don't understand his principles, his philosophy. ―No, I don't understand him at all.

　The scene when he was fighting with the daughter of the Ichijouin family was just like that, I couldn't understand him.

　He seemed like a madman, but he was not speaking in the manner of a madman.

　I don't understand. I don't understand what he's thinking, I also don't understand his behavior.

　There is some explanation for human behavior unless one is a madman.

　But his actions could not be explained.

　I spend all my time trying to understand his behavior.

　It was a new feeling for me.

　Thinking about other people and feeling pleasure in doing so was something that had never happened to me before.

　To understand him, my thoughts spin. My actions accelerate.

　I found myself bugging him with cameras and listening devices.

　When I get home, I keep looking at him. I keep thinking about him.

　As I continue to watch him, I notice a numbness in the lower half of my body.

　At first, I didn't know what it was.

　I had never been in love with anyone, so I had never had anything to do with such things in my life.

　The numbness led me to reach out my hand to the lower half of my body, and my brain was instantly getting dizzy.

　The next thing I knew, I was playing with my breasts and groin with all my heart.

　For the first time in my life, I masturbated once, twice, and many times.

　I watched his images, listened to his voice, and comforted myself without knowing why.

　Each time I climax, he is engraved in my brain.

　With each imprint, I came to understand what "love" is.

　All the love I had never felt in my life poured into him.

　All the love I had never felt for my parents or anyone else in my life became his.

　Love is taking shape as if to make up for everything that has happened in my life.

　―Suddenly, I realized that it was morning.

　I was completely naked and out of breath.

　My eyes are white as if I had been dehydrated from the excessive flow of love liquid between my legs.

　I didn't feel like I could go to school, but I still had to go.

　Because it was a unique opportunity to see him in person.

　―I want to understand him with all my brain cells.

　That's what I thought.

　I spent all my time at school thinking.

　―What does he like? What does he hate?

　―What's his favorite drink? What drink does he hate?

　―What is his favorite food? What foods does he dislike?

　―What is his favorite type of girl? What type of girl does he dislike?

　I set up hidden cameras all over the campus and watched him.

　Watch him as he talks.

　Watch him drinking something.

　Watch him eating something.

　I accumulate information that only I would know.

　And then I understand.

　What cycle he goes to the bathroom?

　When he goes to the toilet, what bowl does he use?

　How long does he spend on the toilet?

　How long does it take him to go to the toilet after he had a drink?

　Every time I get to know him, my brain twists with pleasure.

　Love floods my brain.

　My one and only love in the world is growing inside me more and more.

　I can't stop. I can't stop wanting to know him.

　Every cell of my brain wants to know him.

　I want to know, I want to know, I want to know, I want to know.

　The love inside me keeps whispering.

　The love for him that overflows so much that I feel like drowning and keeps on engraving in my brain.

    

    I want to know. 

    

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　―When I pinched the clitoris, my body jerked, and my whole body was filled with a floating sensation.

[Yukishiro――Let's have sex]

"Ugh―"

　The sensation behind my eyes turns inside out, I can't stop my brain from becoming numb.

　I package it all up and store it in my brain along with his image.

　More and more of him is growing in my brain.

　Each time he multiplies, my understanding of love is increasing.

　No, no. I still don't understand the weak love that my parents talked about.

　But if the crazy "love" I feel now is love, then I can understand it.

　Just by wanting to know him, just by thinking about him, I can be so happy.

　The reason I have not felt love until now is that my love existed for him, and him alone.

[Yukishiro――Let's have sex]

　I stand up unsteadily and stand in front of the wall as I hear the voice repeating over and over again.

　In front of me is a stretched image of him, printed out and stretched all over the wall.

　I stick out my tongue and lick the area where his face is.

　I can only taste the ink, but just the thought of pseudo-licking him makes my brain numb, twitch, and I can't help it.

　I lick the paper, making a sound as I do so, even as it is soaked.

"Hmmph...nnchh....Keisuke-kun......♡"

　Love pours from my tongue.

　With each lick, the love spreads all over my body and turns into pleasure in my brain after spreading the heat.

　When I call his name, my heart is happy but it's not enough.

　In the middle of my heart, there is a hole that can never be filled, and I can feel it floating vacantly.

　My heart aches. It's hard to just watch.

[Yukishiro――Let's have sex]

　I'm happy to hear his voice, but the fact that he's not here is the hardest thing of all.

"...... Keisuke-kun...... "

　When I think of him, I'm so happy, but it's so painful.

　My mind is jumbled with conflicting emotions, and my finger in my cleft moves randomly.

"Mmmm............"

　The pleasure is so great that I have to clench my teeth to hold it in.

　But there is a pseudo-image of him in front of me.

　The mere sight of him makes the love I feel all over my body erupts into love juices.

　I find myself pressing my lips desperately against his image.

"Ngghhu♡...Nnnmm♡..."

　As I pecked at it, that part finally broke off.

　In my heart, the feeling of perversion that my hand had given me a clear proof, even if it was only pseudo, prevailed over the feeling of waste.

　I felt a pleasure so strong that it numbed my spinal cord.

　As if guided by this pleasure, I pinched my genitalia, 

"Ugh―!   "

　At that moment, the pleasure burst inside me.

"――Haa..... haahh.. "

　I couldn't stop the floating sensation in my body from repeated climaxes.

　But still, 

[Yukishiro――Let's have sex]

　Just hearing this voice, I can't stop masturbating, shivering and shaking with love all over my body.

"Yes, Keisuke-kun ...... sex, let's do it ......♡"

　I won't sleep today.

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