Digi-Love [E1Alpha & Lustful Bride]
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				Title: <strong>Digi-Love [E1Alpha &amp; Lustful Bride]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>E1Alpha</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 22:53:41</strong>
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				The soft hums of a chime hanging from the edge of the window rang out through a seemingly abandoned house. Atleast, abandoned if it weren't for the other kind of humming that sounded alongside it. A soft, feminine voice was busy humming one of the latest popsongs, belonging to a young, red-haired girl. She looked no older than 18 or 19, which was pretty much right, her hair tied together in a loose tail that hung over her shoulder.<br>Wearing an apron over a cozy outfit consisting of a grass green v-neck shirt, and a brown skirt hugging her hips and reaching about halfway her thighs, the girl seemed to act like some sort of maid as she was busy cleaning up an entire collection of stained, dirty plates.<br>She remained undisturbed in her trials as she went through the plates one by one, until the sound of a wooden sliding door caught her attention.<br><br>"I'm home..." A tired, male voice called out through the house, at the which the girl placed down the plate she was currently working on, drying her hands quickly as she scuttled over to the hallway, peering into it to lay eyes on the... rather sad display of a human being. "Welcome home, Tae!" The tired looking guy looked up as he just finished slipping out of his shoes. His hair was a greasy, black mess. His dirty yellow shirt yellow hung draped over the edge of his pants, which were slightly baggy and a sickly beige color. Finish it up with some dull, gray socks, and you had the perfect image of a guy that didn't appreciate the life he currently. "... Oh... You're here, Orina?"<br>The girl puffed out her cheeks slightly as she eyed over the guy. "Really?! I came over just this weekend to do your laundry! Why are you wearing that shirt?! I can smell it from here!"<br><br>Taeruko looked down at his shirt, grabbing it and pulling the fabric up to his nose, sniffing it. "I don't smell noth- YOWCH!" A sudden fist found its way to Tae's cranium, sending him collapsed to one knee. "Shit! What was that for?!" "For you being stupid." She spoke up curtly as she held out her hand. "C'mon, take it off. I'll toss it in the dirty clothes bin." Tae just peered up at the girl. From his current angle, he was just barely unable to peer under her skirt. Damn his luck.<br><br>"Alright, alright... Don't bite my head off..." He forced himself onto his feet, letting his shoulderbag slide down onto the ground and against the wall, before grasping onto the bottom part of his shirt, heaving the fabric up and pulling it over his head. Once it was off, he tossed the shirt at Orina, who just barely managed to catch it, quickly holding the dirty clothes away from her with a disgusted expression, before peering at the guy again, as he slumped through the hall, the shoulderbag now leaning on his bare shoulder. "... I'm going home again once I finished the dishes... I'll be back on friday. I've placed some prepared meals in the fridge for you till then. You just-..." "I have just to throw them in the microwave... Yeah... I know... Thanks, Orina..." He bluntly spoke as he reached for a key in his pocket, sliding the key in the lock of the door before him, before opening it up and stepping inside, shoving the door shut behind him.<br><br>Orina just sighed at that. She had known Taeruko since childhood, but he devolved from a cheerful, friendly kid, to an anti-social hermit. He worked a simple ten to five job, paying him just enough to afford the rent of the small house he lived... with some monthly help from his rich parents... Who pretty disowned him, but weren't so heartless as to let him roam around without a cent.<br>As for the housekeeping. Orina lived a twenty minute bicycle ride away from Tae's place, and it had pretty much become a habit of hers to take care of his dishes, his laundry, his cleaning... Actually just everything.<br>She wasn't sure why she kept on doing that herself. Maybe she someday hoped to find that old Taeruko again... The one that asked her out on a date once... A long time ago.<br>She didn't want to ponder any longer, rushed over to the washroom to dump the dirty t-shirt in the bin, before hopping on back to the kitchen to finish the dishes.<br><br>In the meantime, behind the locked door of Tae's room, most of the lights were dimmed, except for one: The cold light coming from a high quality, plasma PC screen. Rich in color. High quality sound through the surround speakers he had placed on either side. A perfect home cinema for watching movies... or in Tae's case: Anime.<br>His pants and socks were already thrown somewhere in a corner. Don't ask him which, he wouldn't even known. A bag of chips had appeared on the messy desk, as Tae himself leaned back in his desk chair, clicking through a number of folders, grinning as the window reading "Download complete" popped up.<br><br>Today was tuesday. He had it all planned out. This new anime was one he had been looking forward to and planned to finish watching by friday, just in time for cleaning day. The second season of this anime had been hyped up for months, which Tae's room proved.<br>The walls of his room were covered in many different anime faces... and breasts... and butts... There were even a few shots of anime girls with their legs splayed out... with and without panties.<br>But most of these posters were of one girl. The one girl that had caught his attention in this anime from the very beginning. Maybe after a few episodes, he could switch over to the other tab... a nice collection of hentai images of just his favorite heroine.<br><br>"Tae! I'm going home now!" "Yeah... Yeah..." He called out absent-mindedly. "Careful with the storm they announced later tonight! I'll see you on friday!"<br>Storm what now? Doesn't matter... There was only one thing that mattered now, and that some good old, post apocalyptic anime action.
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