All in all, I really like playing Doki-Doki Literature Club! I like playing this game because of the cutesy art style and how utterly beautiful the main characters are! Another reason why I like this game so much is because of how it has biological-female characters that I can talk to and look at! This game also RULES because the girls don't run away from me when I try to converse with them! Sometimes, I just stare at Yuri's distinctive feminine figure and fantasize about me meeting her at a pool party...

I dream that after meeting her at the pool party, I ask her out on a date, justifying it by saying that I think that she looks really pretty and seems like a nice woman, in which she replies that she would love to go on a date with me. I then spend the remaining time I have to prepare for our date withdrawing money from my bank account and buying a lot of diamond pendants and other expensive jewelry; all gifts for my beloved. I then pick her up and allow my chauffeur to drive her and I to Patina Restaurant, where I of course offer to pay for her meal and mine alike. We sit down in the outside area and begin to talk about what we did at the party. Yuri, dressed in an overly-casual grey, keyhole sweater, tells of how she was initially afraid to come because it would require her to expose herself in her swimsuit, however, upon seeing me, she worked up the courage to swim in our pool and get relatively close to me even though the darkness of night enveloped us and the chill of the air was fierce. I laugh at this, thinking of how the entire time I was the one who was embarrassed in front of her divine presence as if I couldn't even compare with her seemingly angelic aura of beauty. I begin to realize that when she talks, she almost moves up out of her seat as if to lift her bottom ever so slightly from the hard lower surface of the chair, allowing her chest to become vibrantly animated, thus "slightly" capturing my attention. I recognize tiny droplets of sweat glistening off of her chest area, moving further and further down, unfortunately disappearing under her shirt before I could muster up the confidence to ask her if I could take just one sweet, succulent lick of the upsides of her breasts in the just hopes of cleaning her from these "imperfections". I quickly finish my caviar and ask Yuri if she would like to go watch a movie at the local cinema. She declines, saying that we should go back to her apartment. I offer to go back to my house, which is both grand in size and plentiful in servants. However, she declines under the reasoning that she would like to spend some alone time with me. Throughout the entire car to her apartment I can feel my center of mass slowly closing in on itself, anxious on how I could make this night the best night of my life. We arrive at Yuri's apartment, which is luckily in an upper-middle-class neighborhood. We go to the elevator and onto the 11th floor of the apartment complex. We go into her room, in which the dim candle-lit room immediately greets me with a fragrance as sweet as sugar; more precisely, a slight aroma of lavender. She tells me to wait in the entrance room while she goes into her bedroom, in which I gladly comply. As I hear hardly-audible rustling in the next room, I look at all of the knives on her wall, wondering why one would need that many knives just to prepare a meal. She calls me into her room, in which the layout consists of a mirror 20 feet in front of me, a king-sized bed to my left, a closet immediately to my right, and a bathroom that is by the mirror on the right wall separated from the bedroom by a closed door. I step into the room, in which Yuri is laying down, propped up like a dog waiting for a treat as to where her bottom is pointed in the air even though her stomach is being supported by the bed. She's wearing dark-purple undergarments with both her panties and bra being decorated by flowery designs. Her chest is perked straight up, almost in a straight line extending perpendicularly outward from her body by at least half of a foot. She's looking at me with eyes slightly closed in a seductive manner, her lips smiling placidly. She quickly gets up from her position on the bed, grabbing me by the collar of my black suit. She pulls me onto the bed and starts to press her lips onto mine, allowing her tongue to explore the inner ridges of my mouth. She begins to undress me by unbuttoning my suit as I allow my hands the freedom to come into contact with her breasts. While keeping one hand on her chest, my other hand ventures down her body, across her stomach, and onto her lady-parts, in which I pleasure her with the tips of my fingers. She lets out an involuntary moan and begins to move around more animately as the angels of pleasure take her further into their depths. By this time, my suit has been taken off by Yuri, and I proceed to take my pants off, allowing me to be in front of Yuri in her ethereal panties and overwhelmed bra in clothes that likewise fit the occasion. I wrap my hand around her royalty-purple panty string as I pull it down to just below her knees. She takes my underwear off with her soft, delicate hands smoothly coated in dark-purple nail polish. I begin to insert my phallic member into her equivalent, making her yelp with outbursts of pleasure and extreme emotion. I go in and out, in and out, my sensory organs being capitalized to their extreme at about 150% until 30 seconds in I cannot hold anything back. I tell Yuri that I'm about to climax and consequently release my liquid into her fertile crescent, all the while my mouth firmly on hers in a way that allows us to experience the most intimacy. She moans for a final time as she smiles at me in a captivating and satisfying way. I roll over, still with both of us fully naked and exposed, and begin to hug her as tight as I can. I clamp my hands around her breasts for additional comfort in which she proceeds to softly moan once again. I place my tool of pure satisfaction between the clamps of her bottom, still hard as a rock from our previous experience. Not being able to control myself, I move up and down across the back of her body, my hands still groping her breasts. She responds by letting out a light moan, grinning with delight of being able to experience a round two. She then gets on top of me, making it to where I can feel the warmth of my sperm on my pubic hairs. She puts her finger into my mouth, looking at me with partially-closed eyes and a sly smile filled with deviance. She goes into the kitchen, brings back a kitchen knife embroidered in what looks like 18 karat gold. She sits on my erect phallic member, putting it into her genitalia, going up and down while holding the knife in front of her face, moaning at the same rate a baby would cry when it needs to be sung to. She then begins to slightly tear the skin on her wrist with the knife, bringing out a small trickle of blood. Yuri thrusts her wrist into my mouth, still bleeding, as I suck on it and close my eyes out of ecstasy. After I’ve sucked all the blood out of the cut wrist, all the while her continuing to bounce up and down on my penis, she cuts the space above her genitalia with the knife in a horizontal fashion. She picks up my hand and pulls on my pointer finger and inserts it into the cut, practically screaming from the pain. Her eyes at this point are completely rolled in the back of her head to where I can either only see the whites of her eyes or her eyelids hiding the pleasure and satisfaction she has from the sex. I move my finger around the newly-made slit, bringing it down so that I can feel the bump of my penis as it goes in and out of her female parts. I let out a scream as I ejaculate, her waist almost completely soaked in blood. Yuri bends over me, my penis still in her womb, positioning her breasts right below my neck. Next thing I know her tongue is back into my mouth, moving around as violently as a snake with its tail cut off...