(Temp) Darkness 094

Synopsis

An uncle captured something incredible.

One is a beautiful older woman.

The other is a cute older woman.

They’re walking through the city holding hands.

With all the talk of LGBTQ and diversity these days, such people aren’t uncommon, but witnessing it firsthand is disconcerting.

Walking around so openly holding hands like that.

And they even sneak kisses in the elevator, spreading their happiness.

Yet they’re just onaholes after all.

The moment the uncle sets his sights on them, they become mere onahole reserves.

The world may be irrational, but before the uncle, all are equal as onaholes.

Once targeted, it’s over.

Whatever kind of lives these people lead, there’s no doubt they’re premium material as onaholes.

However, viewing them with the premise that they’re lesbians, the humiliation and depravity of having a man’s member thrust into them without resistance—something they should never accept—is supreme.

If they learned of this, they would despair.

Too much meaningless values born from abundance flood this world.

Too many people forget humanity’s original purpose of being born to perpetuate descendants, instead advocating for empty fantasies like “being true to oneself” and “livability” under the premise of guaranteed rights.

Society should regress to life-or-death conditions.

There’s a difference between spouting platitudes and speaking ideals.

A hole is for insertion and for expulsion.

The uncle transforms these buggy human existences into onaholes and returns them to society.

That sometimes feels like justice.

Perhaps I’ve been too influenced by the uncle.

I wasn’t always someone who spoke of such ideologies.

I just got satisfaction from watching beautiful women torn to shreds.

At some point, I began suffering from the delusion that the uncle was justice.

The uncle is evil.

He’ll be arrested someday.

But it’s also true that there are people waiting for the uncle’s actions.

They slightly ease the dissatisfaction with society that one person alone cannot resolve.

Some might say to put yourself in the victim’s position, but they don’t remember.

So I ask in return: would you tell a victim who fortunately doesn’t remember, “Actually, this was done to you”?

That’s nothing but evil masquerading as kindness.