Oomukade Basement Greentext

>Live alone
>Finally be a big man
>Move out after high school
>Got your own place
>Work a 9-5 job
>Take night classes here and there
>Not much time for social life
>Mostly work, study and sleep
>Start to notice a few things go missing here and there
>Some leftovers one day
>A few cookies the next
>The weirdest thing was a picture of you and your family
>Just gone one day
>Really should probably take a break one of these days
>Constantly being busy is probably getting to you
>Late one night decide to stake out your kitchen
>So dark all you can see is shadows and vague shapes
>So tired
>By the time you finally wake up it's morning
>Strangely you wake up on the couch
>With a blanket
>That you don't recognize
>It smells musty
>Your eyes slowly move to the basement door
>You haven't been in there since you moved in
>The Tanuki land lady said it had good storage space
>When you arrived you only had a few boxes of stuff, nothing big
>No need to go down there
>Decide to try to get out for a day
>Spend time in town, cafes, bookstores
>Anywhere you can just try to avoid thinking of last night
>Decide to try out a nightclub
>Never really been one for parties, but at this point it can't hurt right?
>The music pounds, and the people dance to the beat
>Each thump of the bass is like a punch in the chest
>Way too loud in here for your taste
>Move to the bar by the door, just a tiny bit quieter
>Motion the bartender over, ask for a stiff drink
>Bar tender nods and moves from sight
>Gives you time to look around
>There's a smattering of all different kinds of MG's
>From a drunk Oni trying to lift other patrons
>To a Cheshire crying her eyes out
>In the corner of the room you can just make out a figure
>The way it's facing, it's almost like they're staring right at you
>You know what
>There's drinks at home
>Quickly gather your things and walk out the door
>Your brisk pace sees you to your front door in just a few minutes
>The door unlocks and opens easily
>You're greeted with the usual quiet living room
>And at the end of the hall
>The basement door is open
>In fact it's not just open
>It's wide open, letting the light from downstairs spill out
>Your feet are made of lead
>Each step requires all of your willpower
>In your head you're screaming at yourself
>Everything about this seems wrong
>It's not your house anymore
>Maybe you're dreaming again
>You can't get hurt in a dream
>The closer you get the less you believe that
>You finally stand at the edge of the staircase
>Maybe if you close the door and ignore this you can just forget about it
>The slight clicking noise from below disagrees
>Oh well, you lived an alright life
>Take the steps two at a time, reaching the bottom as you break into a cold sweat
>Turn to the right and look into the storage room
>An Oomukade is standing in the doorway, framed by the light
>Her hands in front of her chest
>She's wringing them rapidly, while she looks at the floor blushing
>"H-Hey boyfriend. Nice of you to come visit me"
>"Your picture goes really well next to my bed"
>She steps aside, allowing you to catch a glimpse of a pristine mattress and bundle of blankets.
>With your picture, right beside the pillow
>Your feet are stuck
>Your jaw would have hit the floor had it not been attached to your face
>Her blush only grows, spreading across her face
>You now notice she's not wearing anything more than an oversized shirt
>One of your shirts to be exact
>It hands down just to where her multitudes of legs begin
>Her rather substantial breasts push nicely against the fabric
>She finally lifts her gaze from the floor
>Finally looking at you, as you look at her
>"Don't stare like that"
>"You're making me hungry"
>You try to speak but all you can really do is fumble your words
>The Oomukade moves towards you rapidly
>The skittering noise makes your skin crawl
>Yet when her hands touch either side of your face her skin is soft
>The kiss against your lips is softer
>It sets your body on fire
>As does her finger trailing from your cheek
>Down to your collarbone
>Across your chest
>And into your pants
>Her nimble hand wraps around your now full length
>Her kiss becomes more frantic
>Your body becomes hotter
>She pushes you down to the ground
>Wrapping herself around you
>The shirt she wore vanishing in the process
>As do your clothes, her multiple legs dragging them off hastily
>The kiss continues, your mind in a haze
>All the static vanishes as you feel your length engulfed in a warm, tight embrace
>She's still kissing you
>Her eyes closed as her tongue dances with yours
>Your body is on fire
>The inside of hers is even hotter
>You close your eyes too
>Letting the feelings of pleasure overwhelm you
>She moans into your mouth as she moves
>Her multiple legs wrapped around you, twitching with pleasure
>She's shaking, both from pleasure and fear
>As if on cue your arms come up around her
>Pulling her close as if to reassure her
>Maybe this isn't just your house
>She lives here too right?
>She pushes against you harder, as if reading your mind
>You're at your breaking point
>Each of her legs locking against you tighter and tighter
>As she pushes your length as far as it will go
>The kiss finally breaking as her mouth opens in an O
>Her body shuddering as you finish
>That was a few weeks ago
>You still work, still study
>But now you have something to come home to
>She fixes dinner
>Always has a nice little lunch to send you off with
>And at night
>You love her as she loves you
>The picture of the two of you beside the bed