Chapter 220 - 219 : Taboo

Chapter 220: Chapter 219 : Taboo

After breakfast and musterbating together haruto took shower and went out.

He walked alone through the bustling streets of the city, the wind gently blowing his hair. He loved these quiet walks. He loved wandering without any destination, simply enjoying the feeling of being free. He bought a takoyaki stand near the station, ate a few hot pieces with his fingers, then continued walking. The taste of fried octopus and sauce mixed with the smell of the city made him feel alive.

After almost two hours, he entered the manga and light novel district.

The shop he chose was a small, unassuming place tucked between two larger stores. The sign above the door simply read "R-18 Manga & Light Novel Corner" in neat black letters. He pushed the door open and the cool air inside greeted him. The smell of new books, plastic wraps, and faint lubricant drifted through the store. It was quiet today. Only three other customers were browsing in the corner.

Haruto walked straight to the hentai section at the back.

He didn’t hesitate for long. His eyes scanned the shelves until they landed on the exact title he had been craving for weeks.

"Days with my Aunt and her five daughters"

The cover was bold and explicit — a young boy standing in the middle of five beautiful, almost-naked women. The title in big red letters promised a full story of taboo pleasure. Haruto pulled it off the shelf, checked the price, and paid without blinking. The shop assistant barely looked at him.

He left the shop with the manga tucked safely under his arm and continued his walk. He bought another takoyaki on the way home, ate it while walking, and finally reached his apartment just as the sun began to set.

Jennifer was already waiting inside when he entered. She had cooked curry and rice. The apartment smelled rich and comforting — the sweet, savory aroma of simmering curry filling the small space. She was standing at the stove, wearing nothing but an oversized apron that barely covered her heavy breasts and the curve of her ass. Her long brown hair was tied back in a loose ponytail.

Haruto stepped in, still in his school uniform, and walked straight to her.

Jennifer turned to him with a bright smile and asked,

"How is today’s curry?"

Haruto took a big bite and nodded.

"It’s really good."

Jennifer’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Today I put a special ingredient on it."

Haruto raised an eyebrow, chewing slowly.

"What ingredient?"

Jennifer leaned in close, her soft breasts brushing his chest, and whispered against his ear,

"That’s a secret."

She gave him a playful wink, then turned back to the stove and continued stirring the curry with a spoon.

Haruto didn’t push for the secret. He simply ate peacefully, sitting right infront of her, completely comfortable being naked. The warm, rich smell of the curry filled the room, and for a while, everything felt perfectly normal.

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The next few days passed in a strange, intimate rhythm.

Jennifer cooked every single meal — breakfast, lunch, and dinner — and Haruto ate everything she prepared with her. They sat naked at the table every night, completely comfortable being naked in each other’s presence. Haruto’s cock stayed half-hard or fully hard most of the time he was near her, but he never once thought anything was wrong.

Until that morning.

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**11:45 a.m. – Haruto’s apartment**

Haruto had deliberately skipped school today. He told himself he was just resting. In reality, he wanted to watch Jennifer without her knowing. He had been feeling uneasy for a few days. Every meal she cooked had tasted... strange. Slightly metallic. Almost like blood mixed with the spices. He couldn’t put his finger on it.

So he stayed inside, hidden behind the thin curtain in his living room, watching through the gap between the buildings.

Jennifer was in her kitchen, completely naked as usual. She stood at the sink, holding a small white cup in her hand. She sat on the edge of the sink, legs spread wide, and carefully positioned the cup right in front of her pussy.

Haruto’s breath caught.

The moment she parted her soft folds with two fingers, fresh menstrual blood began to flow.

Thick, bright red blood shot out of her pussy in powerful, rhythmic jets. The blood landed directly into the cup with wet *plop-plop-plop* sounds. It filled the cup rapidly — dark red liquid rising steadily until it was almost full. Some of it overflowed and ran down her thighs, but most of it was collected neatly into the small cup.

Jennifer watched the cup fill with a strange, almost reverent expression on her face. She tilted the cup slightly, making sure every drop was inside, then finally set it aside when it was full.

She stood up, walked back to the stove, and started cooking chicken curry as if nothing unusual had happened. The moment she turned on the flame, she poured the collected period blood straight into the pan with the curry.

Haruto watched in stunned silence from his hiding spot.

The metallic scent of blood mixed with the rich aroma of curry rose from the kitchen. Jennifer stirred the pot slowly, the blood visibly mixing into the curry, turning it a dark, reddish-brown color.

Haruto felt his stomach turn.

He had been eating her period blood every single day for the past few days — mixed into breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He had been eating the same blood that was now cooking in the curry.

The disgust hit him like a punch to the gut.

His mind spun.

This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t even "dark" anymore. This was disturbing. This was insane. This was the kind of thing that made people sick.

Haruto backed away slowly from the curtain, his heart pounding, the image of Jennifer sitting on the sink and collecting her own period blood like it was soup burned into his eyes.

He felt sick.

He felt disgusted.

And worst of all... he felt like he had been eating her period blood every single day without knowing. ℯ

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Haruto returned to his tiny apartment and locked the door.

He stood in the middle of the room for a long moment, completely naked, the afternoon sunlight coming through the small window and hitting his body in harsh golden beams. The smell of Jennifer’s curry still lingered faintly in his nose, but it felt completely wrong now. The metallic, dark scent he had noticed earlier wasn’t just in his memory anymore. It was real.

He walked straight to his bed and sat down, his head in his hands.

The thoughts came crashing down like waves.

He had been eating her period blood for days.

Every single meal.

He had eaten her period blood mixed with curry, with rice, with miso soup, with onigiri. He had swallowed her blood without knowing. He had swallowed her period blood while sitting across from her, laughing, enjoying the taste.

The guilt hit him like a physical blow.

He felt sick to his stomach. His chest tightened. His throat went dry. The image of Jennifer sitting on her kitchen sink, legs spread wide, pouring her own menstrual blood into a cup and then into the curry kept replaying in his mind on loop. He had eaten that blood. He had eaten her period blood.

The unethical part was even worse.

This wasn’t just "dark" or "taboo." This was a woman’s blood — her actual menstrual blood — being used as an ingredient in food. She had collected it from her own pussy and poured it into the curry she was cooking for him. She had done it deliberately. She had cooked him a meal with her own period blood in it.

And he had eaten it.

Without knowing.

The pressure was crushing.

Haruto felt like he was going to vomit. His hands were shaking. His heart was racing so hard he could feel it in his throat. He kept seeing the same image: Jennifer spreading her pussy open, the thick red blood flowing out in powerful jets into the cup, then mixing with the spices and vegetables in the pan. He had eaten that mixture.

The guilt wasn’t just emotional. It felt physical.

He felt like he had betrayed her in the most intimate way possible. She had trusted him with her body, with her secrets, with her darkness. She had shown him her bleeding pussy and let him watch. She had cooked him food with her own blood in it. And he had eaten it.

The pressure made his chest hurt. It made his head pound. It made his stomach churn.

He thought about how she had said, "I love masturbating with my period blood." He thought about how she had let it drip and fall on the floor. He thought about how she had cooked it into his food.

He felt disgusting.

He felt sick.

He felt like he had swallowed something he should never have swallowed.

Haruto curled up on the futon, still naked, his arms wrapped around his knees. The afternoon light slowly faded into evening outside. He stayed there for a long time, staring at nothing, the guilt and revulsion slowly turning into something heavier.

A deep, heavy guilt.

A guilt that made him feel like he had done something unforgivable.