Chapter 418 - My Original Stash #18 - Kurogayan Yandere Magnet by Chastity (1/2)
-Yandere harem doesn't exi-
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Chapter 1
In modern psychology on the planet of Hentalia, there is a well-recognized psychological condition known as ”Medean personality complex.” Women - and it affects only women - who have it, tend to attach to individuals with an overwhelming and long-lasting intensity, often sufficiently intense to be rebuffed just by their actions alone.
All people, of course, seek out certain characteristics in their partner, and the same is true of those with MPC. Those with MPC, because of the intense nature of the personality complex, tend to have similar tastes in their ideal partner. Someone who can accept them, who can love them, who can treat them how they wish to be treated… only the most ludicrously oblivious or pitifully m_a_s_o_c_h_i_s_tic of those with MPC would find their heart swoon for somebody who cannot do these things. This is why it is considered a personality complex, rather than a disorder.
However, just as we often identify ”charisma” without being able to be more specific, on occasions, a man happens to have exactly the right sort of personality - even down to body mannerisms - that any unattached girl with MPC will instantly decide that he is her true love, who she must endeavor forever and ever to love and make happy and have fill her belly with countless babies.
Our hero is one such man. He is about to begin his high school life in a new district, where any waiting maidens will instantly become intensely interested in him.
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”Wow, you sure are a big old idiot,” Kantan says over the phone, and you can practically hear her smirk. ”Why would you think that just moving could separate us? We're friends for life, I wouldn't abandon you just because you had to move!”
You pause at that, a little confused at the statement. Friends? Kantan was pretty much foisted on you as a playmate when you were five because your mom became her mom's friend, and she subsequently would constantly bully you, calling you names, pulling on your hair, and discussing how you were probably very s_e_x_u_a_lly inadequate. ”Honestly, I thought you'd find some new chew toy,” you admit, not really sure what else to say.
”Aw, I love chewing on you way too much to bite down on anybody else, Dai-kun!” She says it with zest and pep, not like an admission to an eternal bullying campaign. ”I get it, you're down in the dumps because you can't look up my skirt any more, right?”
”No,” you say, instantly, in a total deadpan. Kantan has a tendency to sit with her legs spread wide, or to squat, or otherwise show off her p_a_n_t_i_e_s, then act offended when your gaze happens to wander below the belt. Given the smile she wears every time, she's just doing it on purpose to bully you. Not to get you in trouble - she'll intervene then - but she holds it over your head how you'd totally wind up getting in huuuge trouble for your perverted gaze if she hadn't said something.
”I get it, I get it, you can't admit it because you're too embarrassed of being such an enormous pervert,” she tells you. ”Hang on a second, I took one just in case when I went into school today.”
She sends you a photo a few seconds later. It's of her, in the lockers, hefting up her skirt and taking a selfie from behind, showing off her butt. You pause as you process the image. ”Pretty great, right?” Comes her tinny voice over your phone's speaker. ”You love looking at my a_s_s and p_u_s_s_y, don't you, you big old pervert? Maybe I could take a picture that's a little l_e_w_der, if your v_i_r_g_i_n c_o_c_k won't just explode at the sight?”
...was she flirting with you all this time? Your brain is sluggish to even consider the option, but what else could it be?
”Oh, so you're wearing white today.” You say it nonchalantly, not rising to the bait. ”That's different.”
She giggles at that, sounding both playful and ecstatic. ”I knew it was a special day for you, so I decided to share a special pair of p_a_n_t_i_e_s! A perv like you's probably already jacking off to it, right? I think I can hear your heavy breathing...” Now that you're looking for it, it feels like there's a certain intensity on her part, her own breathing intensifying. ”Don't get in trouble with your mom for being too loud! I can send you more, with whatever color you want, if you admit that you're a big old pervert who's desperate to see his childhood best friend's p_a_n_t_i_e_s.”
”If you want to send me pictures of your a_s_s, that's fine. You aren't going to get me to ask for them.” You let out a belabored sigh.
”Oh, you're too scared to admit that you want to see me n_a_k_e_d, huh? I bet you're already imagining me stripping down and just shaking my a_s_s at the camera, maybe even doing a double peace-sign. You perv.”
”That s oddly specific. I think you're the real pervert here, constantly thinking of things like that.”
”Ehh?” She sounds actually fl_u_s_tered on the other end of the line, then catches herself. ”Oh, yeah, I'm the pervert. I think I can hear you jacking off over the phone right now, Dai-kun. Your big c_o_c_k's in your hand, stroking yourself off as you stare at my a_s_s, right? It's the first time I sent you a pic like this, so you probably can't control yourself, with that horny brain of yours. I could send you even better fapbait, if you ask.”
You are, obviously, not actually jacking off.
”Do you want me to ask?”
There's a pause in her side of the conversation there, a lull that stretches on slightly longer than you'd think it really ought to. She recovers quickly enough. ”I just want you to be honest with yourself, Daichi, you're a total perv who's been l_u_s_ting over my body ever since we first met.”
”Keep talking like this, and maybe I'll be the one to send you the d_i_c_k pic. You'd like that, wouldn't you, you pervert?”
”A-ah? You'd do that?” She stutters, swallowing audibly on the other end of the line. ”I mean, ahm,” she pauses. ”What's, ah?” You can hear her shift around on the other end of the line. ”Normally when we flirt you don't say things like that, Dai-chan. Is something up? Do you want to finally take my v_i_r_g_i_n_i_t_y?”
”What are you talking about, flirting?” You ask, letting out a long sigh. ”You bullied me ever since we were little.”
”No, that was teasing! I was teasing you, which is a form of flirting. Saying things like how your c_o_c_k was too small, you know, I know it's actually really big. That's called flirting, Dai-chan. It's, see, you say things you don't really mean, but since you're so close, you both know it's not sincere. And we've been friends since we were five!” She pauses. ”Oh, wait, are you flirting now? Sorry, um, hang on, I only bullied you, because you're so stupid and have such a teeny-tiny c_o_c_k! It's barely as big as my thumb! Sorry, normally you pretend to be bothered by me showing you my p_a_n_t_i_e_s and stuff, so I'm not used to it when you start trying to tease me.”
”Are you an idiot?” You ask, practically squinting at the invisible face of Kantan from the distance from your new house to where she lives.
”No, you're supposed to just call me an idiot, Dai-chan! You just say, wow, you're so stupid, Kantan! I know you've played the teased rather than the teaser more, but-”
”So you actually are an idiot,” you interrupt.
”Yes! Exactly like that! Great!” She pauses. ”Um, I'm... wow, can you just be quiet, Dai-chan? You're so annoying when you say things like that.”
”No, listen to me, Kantan. I think you have a misconception of what flirting entails. I have never seen it that way.”
There's a long silence from the other end of the line. ”W-wait. So when you'd say to stop showing you my p_a_n_t_i_e_s, you weren't just pretending?” You think you can hear the faintest start of a choked-up sob in her throat. ”You really don't find me attractive at all, and don't want anything to do with me, and h-h-h-hate me?” She stammers out the last word, and you can practically feel the wet of her tears against your cheek as she speaks.
You rub the bridge of your nose. Why is this girl so damn stupid that she'd do that for literally more than a decade? ”I do find you attractive, on a basic, physical level, but your personality is crap.”
”Oh...” she sounds like she's wilting on the other end of the line. ”Sorry...” She suddenly perks up after a second. ”I know, how about you punish me for being such a bad friend?”
”Punish you? Is this some weird fetish of yours?”
”Well, ye- I mean no!” She suddenly shouts into the phone. ”I mean, um. Just, you know, if I hurt your feelings, you can take it out on me, however you want. You can insult me, slap me, **** me, whatever. Just as long as you'll still be my friend...”
”We were never fr- wait, what was that last one?”
”Whatever?”
”No, before that?”
”Slap me?”
”No, you said that I could **** you,” you correct.
”If you want to **** me then that's okay too,” she says. It sounds almost like she's drooling. Maybe her insane masochism is part of the reason why she thought acting like that was totally fine.
”I don't think that's how **** works, Kantan,” you tell her.
”Ehh? No, it'd still be ****. Punishment ****, the s_e_xiest kind of ****.”
”No, if you wanted it, it would just be s_e_x.”
”Punishment s_e_x, the s_e_xiest kind of s_e_x,” she continues, completely oblivious to your point.
She has a way of taking over the conversation and redirecting it her way, and it's hard enough to try to keep control over the phone. ”You know what? Come over here to talk, so we can talk, about this.”
”Yes!” She hangs up immediately. Since you had to move after your dad's death, she's now a good twenty minutes away, which means you can deal with your mother now... or maybe she's already pre-dealt with? You exit your room, finding your mother in the living room, lounging on the couch as she watches some anime. Unfortunately... she's not dressed as the prim and proper wife that she always dresses like when you have company over.
No, instead, she's cosplaying as some ridiculous fanservice character called Moomoo-chan whose magical milk cures all illnesses from some dumb anime which she watches every day! She looks absolutely ridiculous. ”Mom. Kantan's coming over for us to talk.”
”Ehh? But it's my shows!” She w_h_i_n_es. ”You know I want to watch my shows, they're one of the few things that give mommy p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e after your father died.” She wipes at her eyes in an exaggerated fashion. ”My shows and my beloved Dai-chan!” She says, hopping up to mob you in a brutal hug, gripping you close to her, practically smothering your face in her tits. ”Can't you go over to her house instead?”
”No,” you get out, muffled in your mother's bosom. ”It needs to happen here, so you need to get dressed.” Well, it comes out more like, ”Mfo, i' neebs bo habben hee, sho you neeb bo beb bresseb,” but she gets it. She does this so much, especially after Dad died, that she's got a preternatural sense for what you're saying.
”Oh, alright. Since my beloved Dai-chan wants it, I'll go get dressed...” She lets out a sigh as she pulls herself away from you, practically bouncing over to her bedroom.
She comes out wearing a nice sweater-dress and full coverage leggings, setting her show to record before turning the TV over to the news. She doesn't lounge on the couch, either, instead sitting with her legs crossed, fingers steepled together as if discussions of the Diet were the most interesting thing in the world to her, even though you both know that she's counting down the seconds until she can start watching anime again. You are the only person who knows her secret interest, now that Dad's gone.
Before you can fall too far down that rabbit hole, there's heavy, frantic knocking on the front door. When you open it, there stands Kantan, eyes a bit wild, somewhat coated with sweat like she rushed over as fast as she could. ”Dai-chan! I'm so sorry! Punish me however you want until you're satisfied that I've made it up to you!”
”Wait. Was the abuse you put me through some kind of extended foreplay just so I could indulge your masochism in pursuit of revenge?”
”W-what? No!” She shouts it loudly.
”Oh, you're already going at it?” Your mother calls from the living room. ”At least wait until you're in your room, Dai-chan.” She does a nice ufufufu laugh, and Kantan turns scarlet.