Raiden is my god. When I orgasm all the semen is only for her. When I eat food, I eat for stamina to be hers longer. My entire education history is dedicated to the ability of holding conversations that interest her. Ever drop of blood spilt has been in her name. My altar, her pubes, a kneel; pray at and bury my face in until it is time to make her food and spend an evening in the kotatsu snuggled up with her playing board games, reading and watching the Fontaine film box.
Then we go to bed and mate in a way so bestial you’d think we were hilichurls. And finally fall asleep in each other’s arms.