Summer Memories ~my Cucked Childhood Friends~ Another Story |link| (NEWEST ◎)

They were talking to a girl I had never seen before. She was a few years older than us, and she seemed to be exerting some sort of influence over my friends. They were laughing and joking with her, and I could tell that they were under her spell.

Let’s be honest: this is a cuckolding narrative. If that genre isn’t for you, nothing here will change your mind. But Another Story earns its discomfort. It’s not gratuitous shock—it’s a study in powerlessness. The “summer memories” of the title become a cruel joke: the memories you’re making now are the ones you’ll wish you could forget. summer memories ~my cucked childhood friends~ another story

Sora spent the rest of August trying to be like Ren. He bought the same brand of cigarettes. He practiced that lazy smile in the reflection of his phone. He didn't notice that Aoi had stopped coming to the shrine. He didn't notice that she was spending her afternoons at the fisherman’s cottage, alone. They were talking to a girl I had never seen before