Chapter 2: Doki Doki Suru

It was a certain day with a clear bright sky; starting out with the ritual to wash my face with a damn sulfuric acid, wiping my pants using a chainsaw, in addition of throwing a phallic object outside my room until it eventually went inside the mouths of every gramps nearby--they went unconscious with foams coming out from their mouth; I eventually got ready and randy enough to strip these bunch of gramps—using their bodies as a scarecrow.

I was really looking forward to watching the herd of cows coming in towards my grandpa scarecrow, but my assumption was wrong. The strange scenery had made the group of aliens interested with the scenery around my farmland, to the point it incited them to send their UFO to abduct my beloved gramps. Not long after that, the stolen object was returned in the form of a toilet—joyously jumping across the ground.

How unfortunate! I really hoped they would transform that toilet into a magical girl with a solemn duty to save the world, with a provocative pose that shows a hidden weapon beneath her panties. It turns out my expectations were fulfilled.

From the toilet appeared the magical girl—stunningly beautiful, she was. Though later on, the girl exploded into millions of pieces, and from the explosion came forth a giant cockroach which ultimately sent my libido burning with utmost passion.

To make a long story short, I made love with that cockroach in midst of the farmland, right below the shimmering sunlight. We definitely made a good pair, doing elegant penetration sessions just like a stripper—if only there's a pole nearby. Oh well, there's still a gargantuan willow tree close by, with an abundance of lush green leaves emanating within its birches right on the corner of this farmland. I brought the giant cockroach into the willow tree; performing the sleaziest striptease from dusk tonight.

The farmers going eventually took their time to watch our loving moments--when we made love beneath the willow tree whilst performing such an erotic striptease--it was so sleazy to the point the farmers' mouths began to foam. I waved my hand towards them; well met by their attitudes becoming tad aggressive. They dropped their pants to simply play elevator action—it's a pity they did not have any genitals. What was there was just one small pipe with the valve shaped like a toilet hole?

Their breathing began to go haphazardly soon enough; shaking their hips—humping the farmland fences just like an aerobic exercise—no pants on. Moments passed; their breathing stops momentarily; foamy white liquid began to pour outta their entire body pores--all of it resulted in a spectacular explosion happening to all the farmers.

Coincidentally, they stood beside each other—quite many in number. The approximate length of the row formed by them was about a quarter of the farm's circumference; it could be said that the explosion caused was truly cataclysmic. Strangely enough, there's no such damage dealt with the fences. Such a fortunate thing as I was a tad lazy for doing emergency repairs.

The aftermath of the explosion came with a gigantic artificial phallus about twelve meters high, two meters wide—standing tall and erect around the farmland area like an orbital rocket. From the phallus' lower part, the torrent of fiery breams erupted—fiercely immolating—along with the speckles of dust and thick smokes—blown away by the violent wind from the ascending of this rocket phallus. It only took a short while for it to penetrate the skies—ultimately causing a solar eclipse happening for about one and a half an hour.

For about that long a while—we too—performed a guerrilla lovemaking session. Never before I had experienced such a romantic atmosphere like this. Penetrating our holes like a lovely piston beneath the shimmers of the solar eclipse—rendering each and every other romance obsolete.

I must admit, that the willow tree where we made love together was located on the side of the village that's clearly visible to the masses. They could say I'm an exhibitionist—I don't care—since it's true that I'm an exhibitionist. I love running around naked, circling the entire village each and every morning, dragging my superb dinghy with the length about fifty centimeters to the sky. Right below my formidable dinghy was two fugly balls around the same size as a tennis one.

Within the moment I did my morning runs, I've unintentionally fornicated with countless clouds in the sky, with my dinghy voluntarily extends itself up to about two hundred kilometers long–-it happened totally outside of my own control.

Sometimes, this fugly ball would fly so far around the edges of the world until it eventually ran towards a peculiar target. I didn't know what would happen, but when I find myself reading a newspaper some time ago, there's a nuclear explosion caused by a certain object about a size of a tennis ball—well, maybe it's just my imagination.

Nothing to do here--there's nothing interesting that's been happening.

This fugly ball could just grow back by itself within a moment of hours--there's nothing to worry about.

Xxx

After joyfully quenching my sexual thirst with this giant cockroach, I brought her beautiful yet exotic body to my bedroom where I eventually laid her huge body on my bed. She sprawled limply—seemingly dormant—the motions of her feet flounder so stiffly without even an itty bit of potency.

Just then, I want to continue on this sexual activity towards the second round, where I could just keep on satisfying my libido from night 'til dawn again. Yet, when I saw her body—lying there lifelessly weak, I truly felt remorseful about doing all these perverted things to her—I really just can't do this.

Moments before, she energetically kept on struggling to break free from me—it continued on for about five hours, until she finally clawed myself erotically—yet, this thing eventually made me so annoyed, resulting in myself crushing the bones located in her hands and feet; rendering herself unable to move about freely—ultimately breaking my joyous moments apart. Really, I felt truly remorseful for her suffering thus far, because she just can't move around at all, but you know—I will always be right there beside her—to provide for her whenever she's in need of something.

Within a certain hole nearby her abdomen, peculiarly the hole I so aggressively penetrated—violent streams of fresh blood came pouring down—so quickly drenching my entire bed—within a short moment notice it was completely adorned in the colors of blood—continuously pouring down—soaking the floor—as the pouring blood was so enormous in number.

My anxiety skyrocketed; filling my entire thoughts and feelings with disgust—I could only stand up—frozen like a statue—seeing the giant cockroach violently jerking her body. Whilst her hands and feet were already crushed by me, she still struggled to move that peculiar part—it followed up with such intense convulsion coming out from her. Oh, my love, why are you so filled with pain? Do you want to get away so much from my side? So my thoughts said.

Just so you know—I really loved you, though, in the end, I realized that I'm not the right man for you. Honestly, I thought that I sometimes could just do obscenely rash things, though by the moment I saw the fresh blood pouring down—all of my violent sadism went downright gone. Blood, I truly hate it—every time I saw the fresh blood trickling in obscene amounts, just felt like I'll be separated from everyone I held dearest with love. That's ultimately the reason why I'm so afraid.

If only I'm courageous enough, I'll insert my hands into this peculiar bleeding hole, and rough it up—stirring and scraping the insides—until the bleeding eventually stopped. Nevertheless—all of this had been all too late; so much I want to cry, as your voluptuous body had just died tragically within my own hands—seriously.

My bedroom eventually got completely flooded with fresh blood in enormous amounts. The pool of blood had reached about twenty centimeters in height, and my bed was filled with a crimson colored stain that was intensely thick—no matter how hard I washed it, the stain won't ever disperse.

Why must I witness this particular moment of your tragic death without being able to do anything? And just after I had mustered the courage to act—it was when the wholeness of your living soul had gone—leaving me alone this still. I really am a coward.

Oh well, what's done is done. Such is life, there's a fleeting moment when someone must accept the bitterness which may occur, and keep moving forward towards a better tomorrow, no matter how severe the pain must we face. Within everyday occurrences, it's downright impossible for only good and pleasant moments to occur each time. We must prepare ourselves at any moment—as the most painful things happen at the moments we least expect.

As every single thing which came from the toilet, would get back inside the toilet, with all reluctance, I carried the body of this giant cockroach into the bathroom. Fresh red blood kept pouring from her hole, staining the carpet and floors with dark red colors within the paths I've walked. The fresh blood soaked my entire body, in a way which made me look similar to a living dead in front of a mirror.

Arriving at the bathroom, I placed the giant cockroach on the toilet bowl. At first, I just wanted to decimate the corpse wholly. Still, because of her huge body, I instead took a machete nearby for chopping up her body into smaller pieces, to the point it could be flushed one by one. So it goes, the ritual of casting her away towards the afterlife. The process took quite some periods of time, though eventually, I could breathe a sigh of relief after her last bits had been laid there within my grasp.

Which was her heart.

Because it seems utterly romantic, I ate her heart straightforwardly raw, until the last bits of her were completely inside me. Within my lifetime of living, never before I felt so happy. Me and her had already been united forevermore after I wholly ate her heart—not leaving any bits remaining.

My love, now you and I would be together inside of me. Living together, and dying together like a true couple.

Though I felt like taking a dump.

I shouldn't have eaten her heart without cooking it beforehand.