【東方ASMR】 English「Junko Roleplay」 (Talking, Whispering, Kissing & Heartbeat Sounds)

Another masterpiece from Remyfive! This time, it's a taste of a dream that any men aspire to achieve…

POV Voices: "Hello"

Junko's Voices: "Hello."

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My head…It hurts so much. The heat was unbearable, like I was being cooked in an oven. My head was ringing and my legs were numb and immobile. I felt tired, so damned tired too. What the fuck is going on?

"Darling!" A sweet, soft voice appeared to my left. "Is everything alright?" She asked, concerned about my condition.

I opened my eyes, groaning loudly as my vision returns and the ringing subsides. I am inside a simple bedroom, laying on top of a simple wooden bed with red blankets and white fluffy pillows that felt like rocks to me. "Could be better" I told her, without looking at her yet. Something doesn't feel right, maybe it was the dinner I have yesterday?

After hearing my answer, she let out a breath of relief. "You scared me a bit. It's…2 in the morning. What happened?"

O200 hours? No wonder everything is dark as death. "Do you have a nightmare?" The feminine voice inquired again. She then placed her hand atop my forehead. It was a soft, dainty thing that harshly contrasted with my own hard, dirty skull. "Do you have a headache?"

I placed my hand atop her own and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "It's fine. Felt very tired, maybe it was the chicken dinner we have yesterday. Felt like there's a circus in my gut now." I hoped that's just it. Would've been very embarrassing to be hospitalized by an undercooked chicken.

"Hm…You're feeling weak, too." The remark surprisingly stung, but I kept it in inside. I felt her hand slip away from my forehead and returned to her side. "Give me just a minute, I'll take the thermometer to check if you have a fever"

Without waiting for my response, she left the bed and carefully stalked her way toward the table. I didn't know why we didn't turn on the light yet, so I turned to my right and felt around for my table lamp. A simple tug was all it needed for the simple table lamp to activate, illuminating the surprisingly sparse room with soft, comforting light. I clutched my head, praying to the gods above for deliverance, all the while my wife is at the other side of the room looking for the blasted thermometer.

"Fuck me…That chicken must've packed a punch" I whispered to myself as I tried to examine my own bedroom. Nothing too out of ordinary; a set of shelves full of knick-knacks and baubles, a set of drawers for our clothes, a set of table and chair for impromptu tinkering session, and the bed that I was laying on.

Just as I try to focus my attention toward the grandfather clock at the corner of the room, the wooden sliding door of the room was opened, and she walked through bearing the tool of examination.

My eyes automatically went to her silhouette, and I was struck dumb by the absolute bombshell that I've slept with. A tall fair lady with long, luxuriant orange-blonde hair, an incredibly curvy body adorned by a set of black pyjamas, and a face of unparalleled beauty whose pure love were plainly displayed in her scarlet eyes. She walked slowly, trying her best to not disturb her heavily pregnant belly. "Here you are. Just relax now, it will take about five minutes"

Still struck mute by her beauty, I did not protest as she placed the thermometer in my mouth. My eyes inevitably trailed down to her stomach, and despite having a cold rod of electrical instrument under my tongue, I can still whisper out my concern toward her heath. "You alright there darling? Little guy didn't give you much problem?"

"Me? Don't worry, I'm fine" She petted my head, clearly amused of my doubtful expression. "No, really…I will be fine tomorrow. In the end, our baby keeps me awake very often during the night" She rubbed her large belly lovingly, as if reassuring the child within that the mother cared not for the child's antic. She softly chuckled as she continues rubbing her belly and my head. "No, he's a good boy tonight."

I don't know who is she referring to, but I felt happy no matter the outcome.

"But during last night, for example, I kept feeling his kicks."

While my body felt like it was being cooked alive, it pales in comparison to the comforting warmth that her words brought to me.

"Are you ready for it? For this big change in our lives." She asked sweetly. She grabbed my right hand and placed it upon her pregnant belly. "You know, we're almost there…There are only two more months left, then I'll give birth to him..."

My son…My beloved son, borne from a lovely union from two loving family. One part of me was scared that I might not be the worthy father he deserved. But that insecurity was swept away by the tidal wave of affection I felt for my little boy. That affection was felt by my wife, even moreso than me. "I'm excited, yes. I already love him."

I shake my head left to right in a disapproving manner, but my smile never left my face. "By God, even before you were born you have more game than your old man. Well done, my son. Well done indeed."

My wife placed her hands on her lips and giggled adorably. "No need to be jealous, haha!" Our eyes met, and I still cannot help but to be bewitched by her loving eyes. Red like ruby, intense like blood, pure like the pristine moonlight! "I'll love you both more than my own life." So soft, yet held so much conviction! What a woman indeed! Such intense was her love, that even the lights seem to make her alluring red pupils seems like they were shaped into romantic hearts. "My love for you is endless." Pair that with her blissful hands upon my own, I cannot find any lies in her words. Thus, my heart swelled with adoration, so much was it that I felt like I was drowning more a second there.

Her hands then went to my arms, rubbing my toned muscles appreciatively. "That's why I want to take care of you whenever you need me."

Was it her pregnancy that stirred such maternal desire within her, or was she already a motherly figure from the start? Perhaps it matters not which came first, what matters is that her desires were born from pure love. A love that I am blessed to enjoy in my short, fleeting life. A love that I will cherish and nurture to the ends of times.

Before my emotions get the best of me, she reminded me of her status as my impromptu nurse. "Let me see the thermometer now." She took the instrument and then analysed the readings, the seriousness of her face quickly morphed into relief. "Luckily enough, you do not seem to have a fever."

While the fire that rages within me begs to disagree, I was too drunk on her comforting presence to refute her answer. "Maybe it wasn't as bad as it seems love, but I don't think I can go back to sleep yet." God, what spells has she placed upon me that makes even this pounding migraine seems so tolerable?

"Though if you feel like you're not relaxed enough to fall asleep again, then I'll help you with that."

Now that lit a fire in two places; one on my chest and one in my groin. Will she? But her tone while sweet betrays no sense of lust nor carnal desires.

"Here, put your head on my chest." Without needing much prompting, I adjusted my seatings, then placed my face upon her soft, ample bosom. "And close your eyes…" Whatever you say, my lady. So I closed them, putting all my other senses beside sights to overtime. Her skin, so smooth, so soft, so supple even in her simple nightwear! Her body, so shapely and huggable even when heavily pregnant! Her scent, incredibly clean and pleasant with a distinct aroma of smoky orange.

And her heart, as golden as her hair is incredibly strong. For her heartbeat is steady and strong, like an athlete in her prime. I can hear them clearly, complimented by her slow, rhythmic breathing. Ba-thump, Ba-thump, Ba-thump, Ba-thump…

Suddenly, the thumping sound made way to her seductive whispering. "I would spend entire hours caressing you." Her hands which rubbed the smalls at my back and the nape of my neck punctuated her words better. "You're the most important person in my life…"

I don't need eyes to see her head lowered down, just feel her warm breath upon my ears as she whispered more declaration of loves into my ears. "There are not enough words in this world to describe how much I love you…"

And if words are not enough, then action speaks louder. She kissed my head, gracing the weary skin with adoring marks of affection. Her lips travelled all over my scalp, then to my forehead, literally showering me with hugs and kisses. Even deep in her embrace, I felt ashamed by the tears I shed on her bosom, even when its tears of gratitude and love.

When was the last time someone told me without no string attached, how much they loved me? How many people have shown me a fraction of her affection before? Why, oh why even when I am in the confine of my own room, in the arms of my beloved, do I still feel like I don't deserve her?

"I…Love you…" I whispered back, hoping that I can return at least a fraction of her love. "You are the most beautiful person in the world. The cutest in the world. My moonlight, my sun, my guiding star…I love you so much." I did not deserve such a caring woman like her, but I'll be damned if I didn't try to make her feel as loved as she did to me!

"I'm happy that you still find me attractive and cute, even though I have this big belly…" She heard my words, and I opened my eyes again to see her eyes sparkled at my compliments. She brushed her hair a little, her smile becoming more radiant than all the stars in the sky above. "It's been a while since the last time I felt somehow beautiful…Thank you darling."

Thank you…Those last three words never sounded so divine in my ears before! It was the voice of an angel, affirming to the faithful that their labour will be rewarded, that there's a light at the end of the tunnel. She continued on, abashed by her admittance of human weakness. "Sometimes I feel a bit stupid due to these thoughts of mine, but…My body is changing rapidly and I fear that one day you won't like me any more…"

"Don't say that!" I snapped, perhaps a bit too forcefully. "Your soul is as golden as your smile. No matter how you looked, I will always love you!"

"I know, I know…" she protested. "It's probably due to my pregnancy. You know that my mood changes fast lately." Ah, that should explain it. Pregnancy does change the body a lot. But would that really matter? She was still my beloved wife, massive belly or not. "I'm a very lucky woman…to have known you. That time I met you, for the first time, I chose you as my man. And when a woman chooses someone, then it's forever."

I could not contain the tears anymore. It flowed as freely as the Thames River, so sweet was her declaration of faithfulness. Is this how a saint felt like, when they first heard the voice of God choosing them to represent him in heaven?

"I love you." No matter how many times she repeated that word, it never fails to make me as light as a feather. "I…Love…You..." She emphasized the syllables, putting more weight into the meaning that she spoke of.

She then grabbed my head and then smothered my face back into her bosom. "Can you still hear my heart beating loud for you?" She asked nicely. Once more, I closed my eyes. Once more, her powerful scent of fruits and flowers fill my nose. Once more, her golden heart beats in the same steps as my own heart. Ba-thump, Ba-thump, Ba-thump, Ba-thump…

"Seems impossible that, at first, we almost couldn't stand each other…" Now that sounded almost heretical to my ears. How can I not fall in love with this pure goddess at first sight? "It was due to my parent's will, on my side." Ah yes, that explains a lot. A noble woman like her would've had plenty of obligations she needed to fulfil, regardless of her own needs and desires.

"They were forcing me on an engagement that I didn't want, with a person that I didn't know…" FUCKING BULLSHIT! I was tempted to yell that out, but I don't want to spoil the baby even before he left the womb. But the thought that this angel of mine was originally betrothed to some stuffy, arrogant, selfish, bastard of a nobleman fills my heart with sheer unadulterated hate! She is mine, and mine alone! Anybody who wished for her hands will perish by my own!

But just like the morning dew, my rage disappeared the moment her voice awakened me from my self-rant. "But I don't regret anything by now." If I can take my face away from her mounds, I would be able to admire her expressions of contentment. "I would choose you as my fiancé over and over again."

That sentence fills me with a new feeling; victory. "Yeah…me too. My old folks preferred me to settled down with someone far more fitting my stations, but I always know that I am destined to be with you, my beloved moonlight."

"Mm-hmm. As I thought, it was the same thing on your side…Luckily enough, everything went well for us. You're a wonderful person." Oh, my beloved moonlight! "You're far more wonderful than I am." I replied with as much love as I can.

She continues rubbing my head lovingly. "So kind…And you deserve a lot in life." By the gods, I may not have suffered like many other martyrs before me, but to hear her say that brings a fresh wave of tears again. Just because my suffering isn't as severe as the others doesn't mean that it hurts any less!

"I just want you to be happy, nothing more."

I manage to pull my head away from her bosom, so that I can look at her eyes to show her how serious I am. "I am the happiest man in the world thanks to you. And with the child God has given us, we will become the happiest family in the world!" A bold declaration, but a promise that I will go to hell and back to fulfil.

"Well, I will be happy as well when that happens"

Suddenly, I felt a fresh wave of fatigue hitting me like a heavyweight boxer. Perhaps it was my time to return to bed. But I will not go back to sleep just like that. I have been blessed with the most kind, loving, most beautiful wife in the world, and I will be damned if I don't enjoy every seconds I have with her! "My moonlight, can you lend me your laps again? I wished fall asleep with your face as my ceiling"

She agreed to follow the request just like any loving wife would do. "Of course." And with that, I adjusted myself once more so that my head was rested on her soft, springy thighs. "Relax" she whispered to me. "Keep your eyes closed…" her hands returned to my scalp, petting my head as if I am an oversized cat resting on her lap. "Don't worry about anything…We'll be happy together with our baby very soon."

I felt my body fell deeper into unconsciousness, but even then her words continue to comfort me even in this inky black void between consciousness and unconsciousness. "You're unique…And special…No one else, could have ever stolen my heart like you did. You're always in my mind, in every moment of my days…I'm here for you, and I'll always be…Goodnight…"

"Goodnight, my love." And with those final words, I closed my eyes and fell into comforting darkness.

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The first thing I felt was warmth. The blasted ball of gas in the sky enveloped my entire body with warm sunlight. As my consciousness rises, the warmth became more uncomfortable. My ears were ringing, but I can pick up some other noises in the background; the crackling of burning wood, the shrill screeching of cicadas, the sound of something incredibly heavy falling down many times in odds interval, the harsh voices of men screaming in terror and defiance against swarms of angry wasps.

My scent of smell returned. I smelt dirt, both fresh and old disturbed by human activities. I smelt smoke and ash from bonfires. I smelt the distinct scent of grass freshly cut. The acrid scent of oil and gritty dust. I smelled brimstone and gunpowder. And above all, I smelled blood…Fresh blood.

My body demanded that I stayed on the ground, continue my sleep. My muscles were inclined, and my head were pounding like church bells. Yet, my gut was screaming at me to wake up. So I did.

My eyes were opened, and I felt my breath were taken away again. In front of me was a small crater still fresh from a small explosion, and my body groaned as it remembered the blunt force trauma it endured from the sudden impact. Mercifully, further investigation showed that no permanent damage was sustained.

The ringing in my ears subsided alongside my grogginess. I can see many men in drab green/khaki uniform taking cover in whatever solid cover they can find. They were dirty, slick with sweat and blood and pure desperations as bullets and shrapnel flew like a massive swarm of furious wasps. Nevertheless, they fought back with everything they have; shooting fire, rockets, grenades, even spouting flame from the M2 Flamethrowers.

I growled softly to myself as I grabbed my trusty rifle on my stomach. If those Tojo bastards can throw their grenades as well as they can swing their funny swords, I would've been in heaven already. I looked at my rifle, thanking God that my BAR is still in working condition. I would've been royally pissed if they broke Junko that easily.

"Oh well…It was nice while it lasted" I shouldered my rifle, and aimed it at the castle in front of me, just in time to face the new wave of those suicidal bastards. Just a few more push, and Shuri's Castle is ours.