Fifteen year old me was not ready for the sight in front of him and was immediately frozen in fear, the repulsiveness and the spasms in his stomach not registering.
A bloodied mess of broken limbs was lying on the hard dirt inside the shed. The face was no longer distinguishable, disfigured by a sharp object and maggots which were crawling in and out of the flesh, triggering a whole different kind of fear inside Nishio.
The legs of the corpse were both broken, with white bone sticking out of the grey-blue flesh. Judging by the long hair and pair of somewhat intact breasts on the corpse, Nishio realized that it was a girl. As for the cause of death…
Several long cuts made their way across the corpse's torso, some of them extremely elaborate.
Before I could take anything else in, I fell to my knees and threw up, trembling as I did so. Dahlia stood over me as he did, not comforting me in the slightest.
After a few minutes, I shakily stood up, once again peeking at the scene in the shed. Only on my second look did I notice a sledgehammer covered in blood sitting in the corner of the shed. One didn't have to think for long to figure out what it was used for.
After all, Dahlia could hardly mess up a corpse this bad with just her bare hands.
''So, what do you think?'' Dahlia asked as she walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my chest, her perfume filling my nose. It smelled delightful, and just her warmth made me want to lean back and drown in her embrace.
On the other hand was the disgust and fear I felt for the scene in front of me. However, slowly but surely, that disgust and fear were slowly overpowered by my stupid, unconditional love for her. Maybe there was even a little bit of excitement about sharing such a heart-wrenching secret with her.
As if I was closer to her than anyone else in the world.
''It's… who was she?'' I asked. It was the only question that I was able to spit out of my mouth at the time. Of course, other questions swam inside my head, like ''how did you kill her'', ''was she in pain'', ''why did you mutilate her body so much'' among others.
''I don't know. Some girl who wandered into the forest for one reason or another. Does it really matter who she was? She's nothing but a rotting corpse now,'' Dahlia replied nonchalantly. ''Say, Nishio… does she… excite you?''
''E-Eh…?! W-What… One would have to be sick in the head to get excited by thi-'' I began, my voice cutting off once I realized who I was talking to. ''I didn't mean you of course, it's just… to get aroused by something like this… it's…''
''And if I told you that I was excited by the sight of a rotting body like this, what would you say? Would you think I'm sick in the head?'' Dahlia asked with a cold grin on her face.
''If it's you then… no… someone as beautiful as you can't be sick in the head…'' I clamored, trying to justify my love for her more than anything else.
''Mmm, you're becoming more confident in yourself, huh? Praising me like that without hesitation,'' Dahlia whispered as she held my face with her hands and pressed her cold lips against mine, her tongue slithering inside my mouth.
Right in front of that scene from hell, she started sliding her cold hands across my body, my blood pressure quickly rising. It didn't take much stimulation at all for me to get excited. After all, I was young and in the prime of my life.
Her hot tongue slowly made its way down my neck as she pressed me down against the dirt, accompanied by my low groans. As her lips arrived at my neck, she suddenly sucked in and, after a brief jolt of pain, came a wave of pleasure. I was completely under her control.
As her soft breasts pressed against my chest, they were accompanied by a wave of erotic warmth which spread across my entire body.
I was in a daze as she abused my neck over and over again, her chilly hands drifting across my now bare chest, creating a contrast to the warmth coming from her chest. She suddenly pulled away after a while and looked at my flushed expression. There was something strange in her eyes as she looked into mine, which I'm sure were filled with two things - love and lust.
Unwilling to part with her, I wrapped my arms around her back and twisted my body under her, this time ending up on top of her. She looked at me with a surprised expression, her lips slowly curling into a sweet yet somehow mocking smile. ''Didn't you say that if you were to get excited in front of something like this, you must be sick in the head?''
The words struck me like lighting, but I quickly shook them off, the woman below me clearly more important. However, I suddenly realized that, except for basic kissing, I didn't know anything else. Seeing how helpless I was, Dahlia grabbed one of my hands and slowly brought it down to her leg. Remembering that all she was wearing was a nightgown, my hand slowly crept up the inside of her thigh, gliding across her soft, pale skin. My hand didn't stop at her waist, instead crawling further up her stomach, her white nightgown getting pulled up a little, revealing her black underwear.
My breathing heavy and my hand trembling with excitement and anticipation, it finally arrived at Dahlia's chest, and, under her instructions, gently wrapped around her breasts, squeezing it.
Dahlia seemingly started enjoying herself, her face taking on a pinkish lustre, her entire body warming up to his inexperienced touch.
I felt something hard protruding from the middle of her soft breast and gently squeezed it out of curiosity. With Dahlia's entire body trembling in response, I repeated the action over and over, my mouth seeking the comfort of hers.
The sensation of both our bodies joined together, creating one hot mess, was incredible. Dahlia's saffron eyes were glazed over with anticipation.