Serial Killers and Smut

Serial Killers and Smut

“Yeah, I write mostly serial killers, smut, and war.” Said Anon to the embarrassed club, red cheeks all around, especially on Sayori.

“Anon! This is why I said not to bring up what you’ve written before joining the club! Even if it’s…well…really good, y-you can’t just tell Natsuki that you are doing commissions.”

With Natsuki floundering amidst Anon’s insistence that he was “really good at imagery now because of it, and it was mostly soft core anyway.”, Monika spoke up with a polite cough. “Well, that explains where all that warrior poetry comes from, and as your friend, ill overlook this… lack or moral integrity, this whoring out of your artistic skills, and I won’t report it to the school…if you write a really good serial killer story for me.”

“What I do in my private life is of no concern of the school if I am not hurting anyone, and don’t say I’m hurting my moral character, because I would still save someone if they were drowning.” Rebutted Anon, indignant that he was being forced to bribe someone. “And besides, I would have done it for free anyway had you just asked nicely, Monika.”

“Well well well, why so generous, Anon?” Monika purred as she stood next to Anon, hand on his shoulder, bent slightly as he set up his computer. “Well, its always a good chance to improve, and I could never say no to a sweetheart such as yourself. You sure you don’t want to sit down?”

Monika smirked and slid down into Anon’s lap, shocking Sayori, Natsuki, and Yuri, but all were too intimidated by the turn of events to speak up. Something was happening to their club president and they didn’t know what it was.

“Now I can see better, make sure you aren’t writing something too visceral for school~”

Anon, for his part, became incredibly autistic yet smooth and rolled with the punches. “Well, ok, but I get to hold you then.” And he did so, arms past her waist, fingers getting the new word document ready, hot breathe against Monika’s neck as she “Adjusted” so she felt just right in the lap of her obvious crush, further cucking the rest of the club.

“Now, let’s describe the victim. How are they built, age, sex, that kind of thing.”

Natsuki, Yuri, and Sayori piped up, one after the other. “Kinda fat! Like a barn!”, “Mid 30s, younger side.”, “Yes! I mean, Girl!”

“Well, now we have our killer. She’s only a victim because her accomplices killed her before she killed them.”

Monika was indignant. “You said this was the victim, not the killer. Killers are supposed to be, y’know.”

“Sexy? No, that is mere fantasy. You people want your killers to be suave, like this.” Monika, who had turned slightly behind to complain to Anon’s face suddenly had her lips pressed hard against, and a rough hand plowing up her thigh from the other direction, firmly squeezing it like an old familiar lover.

“The kind of man who does that is no serial killer, he’s running the damn country. Serial killers are the worst of us. I must write characters as real as the fire upon your cheeks, as forcefully real as that heart beating out of your chest. The readers deserve to be terrified! Anything less is a tease and I save all that for my other stories, you see?”

“Y-you just stole my first kiss, Anon!” Said the frazzled, uncontrolled president. “YES! Serial killers steal everything from you. They steal your life. How many first kisses were never had, how many women have never been held during the worst thunderstorms by their lovers, how many will not grow old and see their children grown? Too many. This indignation is what you feel because you MUST feel it, or find yourself a leper in today’s emotional society. Its Hegelian Dialectics!”

Sayori was almost certain that Anon couldn’t spell, much less understand dialectics, and quietly evacuated Natsuki and Yuri before they saw their president deflowered by Anon in front of them, though Yuri seemed pretty eager to not leave.

Eventually Anon and Monika finished a single chapter of an unlikely killer, and went home together to finish it, and ended the night finishing inside each other.