Tamari Issoria's Point of View"Fuck," he muttered in a hostile tone of voice. "Fuck. Pumpkin, you're fucking wet, and it's making me even harder," he remarked to her. This was the comment that he made to me as he was kneeling in front of me, stroking my femininity, massaging my clit with one finger, and for some reason placing his finger into my clit. I have never had a relationship with somebody that resulted in us breaking up. My peers advise me that it would be wise for me to look for a partner now that I have reached an age when I can participate in activities that are often reserved for adults because I am already at that age. Despite this, whenever I have potential partners, I always turn down their advances. On the other hand, now that I've reached an age where I can participate in activities that only adults can, my friends advise me that it would be a wise decision to start looking for a partner. When I showed him my private bits, I couldn't help but feel awkward and embar
Tamari Issoria's Point of ViewWhen I woke up, it felt as though someone had burned my coochie and then patched it several times. The pain was excruciating. In spite of the fact that it was quite unpleasant to the touch, the only thing he had done was consume it. I had the notion that we were going to stop after a certain number of cums; nonetheless, he managed to find a way to lap my mound and make me feel better whenever I was sleeping, despite the fact that I was still unconscious. I had the impression that we were going to stop after a certain number of cums; however, this is not the case. In the here and now, I found myself waking up within his office with the sense that flames were crawling over my skin. As soon as I opened my eyes, a sunbeam suddenly touched my skin, which caused a little piece of my face to become scorched. This happened as soon as I opened my eyes. Unhappily, I jolt in shock as I squeal and run to a dark corner in the office where the sun won't come close t
Tamari Issoria's Point of ViewAs I was walking down the corridor, I came to the realization that I've been going back and forth in the same area over and over again, which honestly frustrates me. I've been doing this for quite some time. When a cute young girl suddenly started playing and running just to obtain her ball, I was so frustrated that I couldn't figure out which path I was going to follow. She was only interested in getting her ball. At that precise moment, I was completely at a loss as to which path I ought to walk in. She appeared before the children in costume that was a parody of medieval royal attire. The adorable young lady has cut-off bangs, and her face is rather pale overall, with colorful lipstick only on her lips. As she got closer to me, I noticed that she pursed her lips and cast a questioning glance in my direction. Her eyes also had a quizzical expression about them. I couldn't help but be interested, so I asked, "Are you also lost?" He was given a head s
Tamari Issoria's Point of ViewWhen I was unable to grant my aunt's request in any way, she would always chastise me by pressing her hard hand against my cheeks. This was a routine occurrence throughout my childhood. By the time I was in a position to defend someone whose predicament I could not for the life of me grasp at all, I had already built up the intestinal fortitude to take a stand for everyone else. Fear gripped him as a result of the horrific things he had done, and he was trembling all over. In the main hall, where we are now, there are just a few other people, and the sight of the man crying for no reason drove me to bite my bottom lip for no apparent reason. He whispered, "I have a t-twin," as he made his observation. He began murmuring to himself, "People in our village frequently tell me that I sneak and steal their food or anything else they own when, in fact, it was my twin..." as he thought about what he had just said. The only thing I was doing was listening to
Tamari Issoria's Point of ViewTo tell you the truth, the man struck me as odd. I decided to avoid having a conversation with him and instead traveled to a different location, one that would help me let go of my anger. He has simply made me angry at this very moment, and he is not in any way assisting me in this situation! After leaving the gate, I immediately leave the kingdom and begin to explore the town. I do this before returning to the gate. As was to be expected, there are a good number of people enjoying themselves, but to a much lesser extent than when it is already night and children and adults alike are having fun. Despite the fact that I spent the entire day pouting, I found that I was unable to control my feelings of anger and, concurrently, madness. I have a lot of anger toward them because of what they have done to the innocent individuals that they are attempting to murder. If it turns out to be me, I will stop at nothing to clear my name and demonstrate my innocence
Tamari Issoria's Point of View I was panting and bathing in my own sweat the moment I woke up. Nevertheless, it was the cold breeze coming through the window that had led me to wonder whether I was hallucinating or becoming delusional.I had a horrific dream. It says that I was killed and that I just woke up clueless about my surroundings.The dimly lit room, along with its dark and heavy presence, made my skin shiver, as the small bonfire in the corner of the gothic medieval-style room was not enough to warm my oddly freezing body.In accordance with my astounding awaking, I sat on the surface of where I was and tried to get up, yet I squirmed and struggled when I felt that my hand was tied. My eyes drifted down to my tormenting arms, and then I saw that I was no longer wearing modern clothes, but instead, it was suppressed by a navy blue ruffled puffy medieval dress.Trains of thoughts began to flock on my mind as I reckoned what had happened and discerned where I was. I took all t
Tamari Issoria's Point of ViewA few days ago… The wrath and cruelty my aunt will give me are the sole reason and obstacle to my coming home. I couldn't even rest after school, but instead I massaged my aunt and did what her spoiled daughter had to say.I was just walking down the streets whilst looking down, waiting for the bus to arrive, when I bumped into a person who had a huge bump in his tummy. Seeing who it was made me step backwards. I urged myself to run away, but I couldn't, as a total of six men had cornered me."You're Cassandra's nephew, right?" the man viciously said while puffing his cigarette.Unfortunately, I was in the part of the street where no one was passing by, and there was zero visibility of people across the street aside from us. I attempted to run away, but his men got me and gripped my elbows tight."P-Please… don't h-hurt me…" I pleaded as tears trickled down my face.Their boss smirked arrogantly. "Don't hurt you," he repeated.I was caught off guard and
Tamari Issoria's Point of View Present time… I swindled his arms, who was confidently holding my chin, and then pulled him to be free on the small space he lent me. He's a vampire. He's a bloodsucker; there's no way I'll submit myself to someone who's a monster like him. I stood up and went to the corner, grabbing the spear just beside me. It was an obvious design in this room, yet I made it my weapon to protect myself from a monster. "If I were you, I'd put the spear down as it could add up to heavy reasons for your punishment," Brixton—the vampire—said. "You said you resurrected me... Does that mean I'm already o-one of you?" Brixton rolled his eyes and stared at me nonchalantly. "Yes." The thought of being a vampire makes me want to puke. Of all the creatures I have to be turned into, why does it have to be a vampire? My parents died because of vampires. They were slain on their way home and met with an accident. I grew up with a messed-up life, not having a mother figure