Sayo-Nara (for archival purposes)

I didn't know how long I spent in her room. I felt numb for what seemed to be eternity. I just saw Sayori hang there for… God, I don’t know how long. Eventually, I began to feel something.

I looked at Sayori’s pajamas. Her shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the top. I remembered how I had to button her top. Her cute little giggles as I struggled with her top, my fingers pretty much tickling her shirt. Then there was her smile as I adjusted her buttons.

“It means my boobs got bigger again!”

I felt slight throb in my groin. Was I… Was I getting hard? I looked down and noticed my penis beginning to rise. I looked back to Sayori. Her shirt was pulled on the right side, showing me her bare shoulder. As my eyes gazed down, I noticed a slight bump on her chest. Immediately I thought about what she had said when I adjusted her top that day.

While I had some regret in accepting her feelings, there was an even bigger regret of not being able to say yes sooner. Not being able to love her sooner. It was too late…

Or… Perhaps it isn’t…

No!

What am I thinking?

This is my childhood friend! I shouldn’t have this thought about making love to her corpse!

But the more I looked at her, the more that thought grew. I’m not sure what took over, whether it was her sad face, seemingly scolding me for letting her depression get to a point where she took her life, or whether it was the way her shorts clung onto her waist, outlining what appeared to be her vulva while showing off her long legs and dangling feet.

I decided to toy with the thought. Just enough to button her top. She probably would have liked that.

I got onto her bed to get a boost and put my hands over her shirt. I adjusted the collar and buttoned it. My head bobbed closer to her to get a better look. I ended up staring down her chest where I saw her bare breast. I froze. I just began to stare at it. It was a small bump compared to Yuri or Monika’s breasts, but definitely bigger than Natsuki’s.

I felt myself dive forward towards her, my feet slipping on the edge of the bed. Shit! I grabbed on to her to break my fall. Her arms, moved by momentum, swung up and hit me on the back. For a brief moment, I remembered that hug she gave me yesterday. It was as if she came to life and held me. Then I fell.

CRASH!

I got up and noticed I was on top of Sayori’s body, the rope connected to her net now pulled off from the ceiling. She still kept that sad look. I imagined what’d happen if I fell on top of Natsuki. She’d call me an idiot and hit me. Sayori might not have been that rude, but I doubt she’d like the whole “falling on top of her” thing, even if she was in love with me.

But here? She gave no response. And she never will. I trembled.

Do I really wanna do this?

I saw her mouth. Her jaw slightly ajar, leaving her mouth open just a tad. I saw her soft lips.

We were barely a couple for a day.

I never got the chance to really love her.

No!

No. This is my only chance to really love her.

I wondered if she often fantasized about her first kiss. God how I wish she was at least conscious to know that I’d fulfill it.

My lips touched hers. As they connected, I felt her skin. Slightly cold. I shivered, yet I kept my lips locked on hers. My body relaxed as my hand reached hers. Her fingers felt slightly wet. I looked at them and noticed the blood.

W-where did the blood come from? A quick look, and I saw a possible cause. Around the neck were red marks. They weren’t bruises caused by the rope, rather scratch marks. My body tensed up a bit. She tried to hang herself, but tried to back out after the point of no return. That’s why her shirt was loose. She struggled to live.

Had I got to her house in the morning like I had thought, then maybe I’d stop her from taking her life.

Now…

Now I had to deal with this.

I began to cry, burying my head into her chest. Memories of her and me began to flood back. The day we first met, the day she got me to join the literature club, that moment when she got injured and I tried to help her…

My last moments with her was what caused me to take a step further.

Calming down, I began to unbutton her shirt. Once done, I opened it, revealing her bare chest. I took some time to stare at her chest. My hands tremored as I struggled to get at least one of them to grope her. After a moment, my hand pressed against her breast and I began to squeeze. She didn’t wince, screech, or even giggle. She felt nothing. My other hand began to touch her stiff nipple. Her areola was smooth to the touch and once my finger passed her nub, I couldn’t help but play with it, to the point where I even began to lick it.

I immediately pulled back. Not only was her skin cold and pale, but it didn’t seem to taste good. However, it was enough to get my penis stiffer than a stick in the mud. I could just jack off on her chest, wipe my cum, dress her up and leave her be…

But then I saw her eyes. They were lifeless, half closed, but they stared at me. I could almost hear her beg for more.

My hands stroked down her chest, glancing over her belly, before going to her shorts. My hand went underneath the waistband as it brushed through, to my surprise, her small set of pubic hair. My fingers stopped once they felt the line that was her vulva. I then began to rub up and down, petting her groin like a cat. Eventually, my middle finger began to slip into her slit and I began to just finger her, using my remaining arm to grab hold of her.

Maybe it’d be better if I pretended she was alive and we were doing foreplay.

“Sssh… It’s okay…” I whispered to her, imagining a series of cute whimpers from her. I kissed her on the cheek, then again on the mouth. This time, my tongue came out, entering her mouth and licking her tongue. I felt disturbed with her dead, expressionless look towards me, so once I was done kissing, I closed her eyes.

Her mouth was now a little wider, lips parted enough where I could see the top of her front row teeth. My hand pulled out of her crotch. A little wet from her fluids. I looked at her. Surprised she didn’t void her bowels when she died… Perhaps she went to the bathroom before killing herself.

I decided to continue. My hands took each side of her shorts and pulled them down to her feet, revealing her vagina. I began to take off her shirt and shorts. Once I was done stripping her, I laid her on the bed. I took the time to look at her naked body. The only thing she had on her was the cute bow on her head.

The way I posed her, it looked like she was a sleeping princess, ready to be awoken with a kiss. I knew this was impossible, but I decided to kiss her anyways. My hands felt up her thighs as I began to spread her legs. I took a few moments to prepare myself and to prepare her.

I took off my pants, exposing myself to her, not that she would ever know. My thumbs prodded her vulva for a bit to get them to part and show me her vagina. Once I saw her pink pussy, I spat into it. I lubricated her vagina with my fingers until it was somewhat wet. I then prodded my penis into her, gently guiding it until…

PLOP!

I slipped it in. There was some resistance, but I managed to break it. The rest of my dick slipped in easily and I could notice why.

Her hymen broke, a bit of blood serving as the rest of the lubricant needed.

I froze for a bit.

I’m actually doing it.

I’m having sex with Sayori… Not in the way I wanted, but I’m doing it…

She’s my first time… And I have the distinct honor of being her first and last.

My heart pounded. This was too much for me to bear. But I need to do this. I need to share my love…

No. Missionary on her bed isn’t gonna work for this. I pulled out and lifted her nude body off the bed. I then noticed the cow plushie she had lying by the foot of the bed. I laid her down, back propped against the cow as her legs overlapped the cow’s own hind legs. Her bottom portion was jutted out by the udders, enough to show her spread vagina.

There, that made me feel more comfortable. I dove in and began to thrust into her. Gently, I rocked her body back and forth, her arms draped over my back. I went slowly, bumping her a few times into the cow.

“Sayori… I love you…” I said to her. I remembered her telling me she loved me. I smiled as I kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry for not doing this before… Had I known you liked me…” I shed a tear. I should be enjoying this, not breaking down into tears. I drove myself closer into her, her legs lifting up and rubbing against her hip, feet dangling in the air.

My hand grabbed her foot, my palm touching her soft sole. I moaned softly as my other hand stroked her chest, grabbing her breasts when it closed in on one. My heart raced as my penis began to throb.

“F-fuck! I’m… I’m gonna…” I pulled out and began to jack off. Her legs dropped, landing in a position where it looked as though she was sitting on the cow, her feet pointing inwards. My jizz rocketed out of my dick and sprayed all over her chest. Despite this, my dick felt ready for a second round. But, before I could give in, an idea was born.

I took out my phone and took a picture of her. I then went to get a tissue and wiped the cum of her chest before I turned her onto her belly. The cow fell over, thus her nude body looked like it was mounting the cow.

Round two.

I inserted my dick into her vagina again, this time being more vigorous with the pounding, pretty much grinding the front of her body against the cow.

“Y-yeah! One last ride…” I said as I continued to pump her. I reached and hugged the cow, squeezing both the plushie and her close to me. Faster… Faster!

No! This… This is my last time. I need to make this memorable. So I went slower.

I bit the rope around her neck as I moaned. I soon felt her nipples again. While I went slowly, my plunges were going deeper and deeper, to the point where I could feel her womb at one point. I felt somewhat happy she wasn’t alive. I’d feel bad if she was in extreme pain.

I hated myself for feeling happy, though. She’s my best friend… She’s my girlfriend… After today, I’ll never see her again…

I’m going to miss her.

I cried… That’s when I noticed my penis throbbing… No! Shit!

I pulled out, but it was too late. I saw my cum glob out of her vagina, onto the cow. I immediately ran and got more towels to wipe the cum off the plushie before it stained, then proceeded to clean her vagina until I saw no more cum. Once I knew she was cleaned, I took another picture.

I decided to take one more picture, one where she’s on her side in bed, as though she’s sleeping. Then I decided to dress her up and leave her on the ground. With one last kiss on her lips, I then ran out of her house.

I will miss h-

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I entered the literature club, waving to Monika, Yuri, and Natsuki. As I smiled, I couldn’t help but notice something from the corner of my eye. It was on the corkboard.

“Hey, Monika… Was that… always there?” I asked her. She turned to see it, as did Yuri and Natsuki. Natsuki took a moment before she gagged upon looking at the poster of a naked teenage girl propped over a cow plushie, her vagina gaping open as cum was sprayed on her chest. Though her eyes were closed, the pale skin and overall limpness of the body implied this was a corpse.

I had no such gut feeling, and to my surprise, neither did Yuri or Monika. In fact, Yuri blushed.

“Oh, yeah. That’s a new addition. It’s sort of a motivational poster of sorts. Helps stir the imagination.” Monika said. The only kind of motivation it’s giving is to my dick… Which should not be happening considering I’m looking at someone’s defiled corpse.

And yet, I don’t feel repulsed after the first few moments. Natsuki just groaned.

“Well, guess I’ll just pretend to ignore it.” She then turned away to her manga.

“Do you think she went to our school?” Yuri asked. The girl looked to be around my age… Maybe?

“I’m not sure. I just found this and some other pictures a few days ago and thought it’d be of use.” Monika said. Wait… There were more?!

“Um… Do you mind if…” What am I thinking? I’m about to ask for her to show me those photos!

“Oh! I didn’t know you were that kind of person.” Monika then smirked. She gave a glance to Yuri, who seemed to be in a trance with the picture. “Don’t worry,” Monika glanced back to me. “I can help with that inspiration you got.”

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I smiled as Sayori, the Literature Club President, sat down in front of me.

“Thank you for everything you did… I mean it.” She told me. She then proceeded to hug me. “I… I knew what happened when… When I lost myself in that sea of sadness… You were there, but I was already gone… Yet, you still decided to share your love to me. Even if I wasn’t there, you loved me…” I had no idea what she was saying. She just kissed me on the cheek and whispered into my ear.

“But… next time, I wanna be alive when we have sex… Okay?” I blushed and fell off my chair. What!? Wanna be alive when we have sex!? What the hell’s she talking about!?