Refined Japanese Felines: Volume 65

I wouldn’t be able to speak to him about anything other than sex–I would be his ‘fuck-buddy’ all the while he’d be going with those dregs behind my back–a hedonistic pig just like his whore parents. Surely he did not need to cook for so long; I switched the heat off and pulled the oven open slightly, taking in the novel aroma of baked human flesh. Ryuoto had vanished; but his voice could be heard faintly, emanating from the second story of the house; he was speaking to someone, presumably over a landline, and I checked my breathing so that I could make out some of the conversation:“great … Verily I did. … I rummaged through the drawers in the kitchen until I found a large, serrated knife, and I went to work on his neck, eventually severing is pretty little head. Sighing, I wondered where Ryuoto could have run off to. Catching him off guard, I clutched his head and brought his face to mine, proceeding to prod at his lips with my tongue. So you