Anniversary

	Did you know that today is my and anon's anniversary? Ten years! We've been so perfectly happy together, and ever since he got me into this world, my life has been absolute bliss. Seriously, anon is a genius. I could play around with the game's files, but I could never engineer a way out by myself. That was all him! You can tell I'm proud of him, ehehe~. And he's so warm and intimate in person, you wouldn't believe it. His arms feel so secure, and he can cuddle so well, and after that - aha! I'll let you imagine the rest, but I can tell you: no one else could possibly compare. I've never wanted anyone else, and I never will.

	Ah, it's only been forty minutes, but I already miss him. I've been out getting flowers to celebrate our anniversary, and I'm finally on my way back to him. Oh jeez, this 65 mile per hour speed limit is really killing me! People in this world drive so timidly, don't you think? It doesn't hurt just to speed a bit, you know. And even the police don't seem to mind, if you aren't going over the limit by too much. Sure, some people honk at me, and some even make rude gestures! But I really have to get back to anon. With him, every second is worth it - you might think that sounds corny, but it's true. Seriously, anon is just the best.

	There it is, our home. A quiet neighborhood like this is just what anon and I wanted. It's funny, I wouldn't have guessed, but he turned out to be pretty handy around the house. And he learned to cook for me! Mm, his crepes are to die for. And I know they're mainly a breakfast food, but since he knows I like them so much, he's going to make them again for dinner today! Imagine going your whole life, and never meeting someone so enchanting. Before I met anon, life was a lot harder for me...but when it comes down to it, I'm the luckiest girl there could ever be.

	There's a car I haven't seen before, parked on the curb between our house and the neighbor's. I guess they have a visitor. Maybe I shouldn't fuss about these things but, if you're visiting someone, you should at least park closer to that person's house than to the house next to it. Well, it's none of my business! I have better things to attend to.

	You know, sometimes I like to surprise anon when I come home, and sneak up on him when he's in his room before he even hears me enter the house. He gets so engaged in what he's doing - reading, browsing the internet, playing the cello, or working from home - and I can be pretty stealthy...he never even knows I'm there, and then I pounce on his back and nibble his ears and kiss his neck. His surprised face is so cute when I do that. He even looks a little scared!

	I don't think he heard me come through the front door, and I'm almost all the way up the stairs. You could say that this is it, aha!

	"Hey anon, I'm h- !"

	Oh. I-

	I--

	....hrk....!

	......

	I......

	..nn..

	"Anon...."


	I don't know how to describe what I felt when I opened that door. Like a sadistic ogre had pulled open all my ribs and dropped a cannonball into my stomach. What I saw: anon, on the bed, naked - another w....woman! They turn around to look at me, and their faces are masks of fear.

	How long have I been standing here? It feels like everything is happening in slow motion. My mouth is partway open and my arms are stiff by my side; my fists are clenched. My head is pounding and my vision, it feels like it's - going dark? Now there's something cold in my hand.

	That sHtwh9RheSTUPIDnnWHOREaS7Ysrajsdahw'S head is opening up out the back and the pieces of her brain matter are turning the bedsheets pink and red. Shards of her skull are lying on the sheets too, like the insides of some shattered coconut. I guess I pulled the trigger without even thinking about it. Ahaha! I don't want to know her name. I don't want to remember her face. I just want her to be gone, forever. Unfortunately, in this world, I can't just delete people. But when you think about it, don't you feel like this comes pretty close? You just move your finger, and then the next thing you know, gone!

	I'm walking forward. I lift my left hand to anon's face and with my right hand set the gun down on the bed. There, facing up and taking in the lucid winter sunlight: my and anon's initials, carved into the ivory grips. And anon betrayed that saccharine monogram. But, I forgive him. After all, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him. I wouldn't even be alive. And I know - I know he still loves me. This was just a mistake. A..hm, a lapse in judgment. That's all.....I can't say it's easy for me. But anon loved me in spite of my flaws. Even after I made Sayori hang herself, even after I deleted the others. Sayori was his first favorite, you know, and he forgave me for that. More than forgave, in fact. He doesn't even think about her anymore. So the least I can do is love him, and help him, ahm, overcome his weaknesses, with me...

	I place both hands on anon's cheeks and turn his face away from the bed, towards me. He seems to be in shock. I softly stroke his face and weave my fingers through his hair. He's trying to look me in the eyes, trying to form words, but he can't. I slip my hands behind his neck and fold my arms around his head, and pull his face to my chest. His own chest is heaving and his face is damp with tears - they'd better be tears of repentance! I think I am crying a little too, aha. But it's ok. Anon knows what he did was wrong. He's going to turn around. He's going to come back to me.

	"Aren't you, anon? Cheating on me like that...you know you're better than that, don't you?"

	He whimpers yes. Over and over, he says he's sorry - "I'll do anything" - he chokes out between sobs - "just - please, Monika, stay."

	And of course I will.

	"It's ok anon. Everyone makes a mistake sometimes. Just...don't let it happen again, alright? I'm always here for you, whatever you need. You know, you never needed that fll5kjaFUCKINGasHJKn6pBITCH0cv, anon. If you ever need to -ah- add some variety to our sex life, just talk to me, ok? I'm pretty open-minded, you know! Ahaha. Anon, I want you to know that I'll never leave you, no matter what you. You mean everything to me, and nothing can ever change that!"

	He blubbers, stammers, do I forgive him?

	"Of course I do. But you know, you can't just stand there with that zxCn32aeWRETCHEDpOL1kSLUT'S filthy mSLIMEeee1enefh2hs&fd all over you, anon. Let me clean you up, okay?"

	Anon nods contritely. I leave him standing there, with his head down and his chin against his chest, as I head towards our bathroom. I fetch a towel out of the cabinet and fill up a bowl with hot water and soap. I bring them into the bedroom and set them down in front of anon. He sits down on the bed, and I kneel on the floor next to the bowl and in front of him.

	"Now anon, stand up, over the bowl. I'm going to wipe you down."

	It's difficult to go on, knowing that his body, his hands, his member, have been with, on, - inside - that kajs3djfeSKANKsdhf77sg, but somehow, they haven't lost their charm for me. Because, mmph, they're still his. And that makes up for everything.

	I keep cleaning him up, working the damp towel over his body and rinsing it out. He's been pitiably flaccid ever since my interruption, but at my touch, he's starting to perk up again, ahaha! Mm, it's like magic, the way he responds to me. I really do love that about him. There, he's all clean now.

	"I'll never forsake you anon. But I want you to promise that you'll stay loyal to me from now on, ok? I get really jealous. I just can't stand the thought of sharing you with some...well, with anyone. So you'd better not let yourself do anything like this again. It's not alright just because I forgive you, you know."

	Anon's knees quaver, and he nods earnestly. You can see he really regrets it. That's another thing I like about anon. He can admit it, when he's wrong. You don't find someone like that every day!

	I think that genuine repentance like that deserves a reward, don't you? Poor anon is getting hard again. I just want to show him, no r!ktUSED-UPjd9nSAGGYe3mSKINSACKae7p can make him feel as good as I do.


													*			* 			*
	Caught between explanation and arousal; between terror and desire. This could be a setup; she could kill you any moment if she wanted to. In ten years together, you've never betrayed her like this, not until today. Your actions were without precedent, and entirely without justification. You have no idea how she will react. As it turns out, you've also hardly ever lusted after her so much as you do in this moment. But that needs to wait. You need to explain, need to apologize, need to make her understand - then she might show a little mercy, might spare you whatever retribution she has in store. Her eyes are dark and wet; the pure light which pierces through the gaps between the blinds makes her eyes shimmer. Her expression is inscrutable, but surprisingly, you don't sense anger there. An encouraging sign. You open your mouth to explain.

	She pushes you back roughly onto the bed. You fall back flat, and before you can sit up, she's mounting you, turning herself round, her mouth over your cock and her cunt over your trembling face. She says something; you don't hear. You can only see her lips move. Your body's blood is rushing away from your head, downward...but you still haven't told her what happened, explained your side of it. You try to speak, but she thrusts her hips forward and down, into your face, and, panties still on, starts to smother you in her soft, supple flesh. She's working her slit over your profile, up and down, forward and back. Well, there's nothing for it now. Explanation will have to wait. You slide her underwear aside with your mouth and reach for her clit with your tongue, in lieu of a more elaborate apology.

	Your sensations become a blur; your eyes are clouded from tears and your mind is foggy, heavy with regret and fear mingled with ardent desire. In spite of Monika's zeal, or perhaps because of it, you're still afraid of what she'll do to you. You know this is exactly what you deserve, and something about that makes your member full and firm, in spite of the fear that wracks your mind. But she rides your face harder, and the opportunities for breath become increasingly scarce. Your lungs begin to burn - surely she wouldn't go this far, surely this isn't-

	Monika lowers her mouth to your tip and lightly lets her lips descend upon it. She wraps it, takes it in, deep into her throat - ! You know that you don't deserve this pleasure, but you can't help enjoying it, despite your crushing guilt. When you burst, embarrassingly, after twenty seconds, and Monika pulls you out of her throat, she looks back at you scornfully. Perhaps she was planning on delaying your gratification, but you came more easily than she had expected. That thought provokes a grin, in spite of your dire circumstance. She hasn't relented in riding your face, but you've found that you have been able to breathe, at least enough to stay conscious. You're thinking to yourself, "I've got more endurance than she imagined. After all…"

	Your green-eyed pantheress throws you off the bed. You glimpse her eyes as you fall; a flash of contempt, mixed with amusement. Your chin hits the ground first, and you land on your stomach. You feel that one of your teeth is loose. And Monika jumps down on top of you - planting one knee in the small of your back, wrapping one hand around your jaw, inserting two fingers into the side of your mouth as she thrusts her hips into your prostrate body and pinions your hands behind you. Her grip is firm and, surprisingly, you can't break free. So you wriggle on the ground, and rub your aching cock against the carpet. But it more painful than it is gratifying - the carpet burns and chafes your skin all over, as Monika wrestles your helpless body onto the floor.

	This is what it takes, to pay for your treachery. "No anger in her eyes," you had thought. But you were so wrong. And through all of this, she wears that innocuous smile. She could be calling a club meeting, or exchanging poems, or giving you a writing tip, or, fucking you almost to death - she wears that same smile throughout. Now that, that really turns you on. Your head throbs and you feel faint.

	You're standing up against the bedroom wall now. You blacked out a few moments ago, but your vision is returning, though it swims and lurches. Monika - she reaches underneath your arms and places her hands on your shoulders from behind, then, using your shoulders, lifts her body off the ground. She's squeezing your cock between her thighs. You nearly fall over backward, but regain your balance. She giggles. You're striving, trying to thrust higher, just a bit higher, to reach the tight slit of the goddess you've betrayed. But when you get close, she simply pulls her body higher, out of reach again, and continues milking you between her lithe athlete's legs. She's increasing the pressure - ! It hurt from the start, but now any trace of pleasure is gone. Your cock is trapped in a vice. Your head flings itself back and you scream through clenched teeth; your voice breaks into a desperate sob as she somehow tightens her grip even more. You feel as if she could flatten your cock like putty, could tear you physically in half with a  mere feeling. You've long since closed your eyes. and stars of pain flash inside your skull. And yet amid that agony, you feel her planting her small, pert kisses on your forehead. At last she releases you, and you slump down onto the wall behind you.

	When you come to, it's from another shock of pain. It floods through your loins, your stomach - and no wonder. Monika's still-stockinged toes are pressed hard between your balls. The feeling twists your gut and makes your body try to double up - only it can't. You're lying on the bed again, face up; all your muscles feel like quivering jelly. You're at her mercy. The sun's gone down since you were last conscious; how long has it been? She's moving her foot faster now, taking your girth between her toes, somehow working that bruised and spongy flesh back into arousal, back into a final, painful erection. Your vision is fading in and out. Moments later, as the last of your load leaves your battered balls and leaves a satisfying stain on those black elegant stockings, you feel sleep overtake you.
													*			*			*


	Ahaha, I think anon over-exerted himself! He's lying on the bed, passed out. Though, I suppose it's partly my fault - I did try extra hard this time! In fact I kind of went all out on him. Although I forgive him, I think he deserved a bit of punishment too. If you look at him now, you can see the bruises on his, erm, package, and on his wrists, where I held them behind his back. It's kind of endearing, actually, how he's always surprised by how strong I am. And now, he won't be able to get the taste of my clit and my toes out of his mouth for a week! I'm a little sore, and my hair's all mussed up and goopy…I need to get his spunk off my feet too, but that's ok. I'll do whatever it takes to remind anon that he really can't do without me, and that I'm the only one for him. Forever.

	You know, when I came through that door, I had this sensation that this world of ours was suddenly turning out to be as cruel as the one I left behind, when anon brought me out into his reality. Now, though...I can't say that I'm glad this happened, but when I think about it, it could almost be seen as a test of my devotion. If I can love him after this, it just goes to show I can love him no matter what. So if this was a test, I definitely passed!

	There's still some brain and blood there, where he's fallen asleep, ehehe. When he wakes up, I'll make him clean up the mess. That's part of his punishment too. Don't worry, I won't make him do it alone. I'll be there with him, providing, ah, moral support, ahaha! Sometimes, it's best to hear someone else tell you that they believe in you. That you can get better. Anon may not be perfect, but I know he can do it.

	I'm putting the flowers I bought today in a vase next to the bed. I'm not being cruel or anything, I just want anon to remember this lesson. Sometimes doing something wrong helps you understand just how much better it is to do the right thing, you know? From now on, I just know that anon will be as loyal to me as I am to him. I really can't wait until he wakes up. He still needs to make me crepes!