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I was browsing the /mg/ board when suddenly a cute cursed sword image popped into my view. I right-clicked it and it opened in a new tab; as I saw the enlarged version of it, some nagging thought manifested itself in my head. ”Do not save that picture to your hard drive.” The thought was persistent, but those tits! That ass! I decided that the weird thought can go fuck itself, so I saved the pic on my computer. Immediately afterwards, I thought her eyes flashed a bit, and I thought it was maybe an APNG or something so I didn’t pay attention to that glitch.
Later that day, I was about to go to bed but I couldn’t sleep. I had the most powerful erection and I was sure I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I subside it. So I pulled my wang out of my pants and grabbed it, that’s when I’ve remembered that insanely hot cursed sword chick. I turned on my PC and opened that pic, when the thought from before came double-triple-force screaming at me, “DO NOT JERK OFF TO THAT PIC” but I said, “Fuck off” as I yanked my wiener. Holy shit, those tits were AMAZING, I think I didn’t last more than like thirty seconds before nutting all over my monitor. I cursed and headed to the bathroom, to bring a towel since a few napkins were not enough to get the enormous amounts of jizz off my screen, but when I finished wiping it all off, I’ve noticed that the cursed sword girl was gone! There was only the grayish background left!
“Shit” I’ve realized that this must’ve been one of those demo versions of hentai pics. DRM must’ve advanced one step forward and is now able to track the amount of times a user masturbates to a picture, and then erase the picture when the amount is reached! I realized then why was my mind screaming at me to stop at every point. This picture was protected by some copyright enforcement mechanism that erased the sexy girl after a few goon sessions (in my case, just one) so they would be motivated to… I don’t know, tip them on Patreon or something?
That’s what I thought until I’ve realized I’m not alone in my house. Someone was humming a song downstairs, you know, like Slash, slash, slash through your guts then I’ll squeeze your nuts or some shit like that. And the voice was high-pitched, but you know, it was less like singing and more like savage screeching, I thought there was maybe some junkie breaking into my house so I pulled out my revolver and headed downstairs. The source of the voice was closing on me, too; when I finally found it, I’ve realized it was no junkie – unless there are junkies covered in some black mud with ominous purple glow, carrying blood-red swords. Like the chick on that pic I’ve gooned on a few minutes ago, I’ve made a mental remark. She charged towards me as she saw me and tried to SLASH me, I’ve reflectively dodged right before the sword was about to slash right through my waist. Using the same reflexes, I blasted her six times, but the bullets bounced off her and didn’t do anything to her. That was when I’ve realized it was run-away time.
I broke through the door and ran through the streets in nothing but my underwear, c’mon, I didn’t have enough time to get dressed. So it was probably super funny for whatever people who were still not asleep and not stuck to their ‘puter screens like I was just a half an hour ago, but I didn’t give a fuck that I‘m probably flashing my ass to whoever that might be looking. Enjoy my hairy ass and dangling balls, bitch. But, the cursed sword wielder was much faster than me, so eventually, she caught up with me.
Bottom line, I’m living with the cursed sword now. I love her, and we’re gonna have beautiful children soon, and they’ll grow up in a short while so that means, you know what it means? YOU’RE NEXT!!!!!!!!!