Initially you had thought the suicide jokes were just poor attempts at edgy humor, eventually you wised up and realize your roomate was genuine.
"Hey anon, if you ever find my body hanging from the ceiling fan. Don't bother calling the cops. Just dump it wherever, apologies in advance."
And there it was, right in front of you. Kronii's body dangling at the neck. Just as you had returned from the 9-5.
You should've been a lot more emotive at finding your dead roomate, but you yourself were not the most mentally sound considering you put up with her bullshit for this long.
You went near the table, picking up what looked like to be her suicide note.
"Sorry for the mess, I tried. Thanks for being a good friend, anon. Hope you enjoy my body."
Ah the necrophillia jokes, in hindsight the crazy bitch must've have actually been turned on by the thought of you playing with her corpse.
You pick up the scissor that was placed next to the note, how thoughtful of her.
You approach the corpse, swaying side to side.
Kronii's blue eyes had already turned milky white, a spiderweb of burst blood vessels crisscrossing her sclera. Her cheeks were bloated and her protruding tongue and puffed up lips were purple-blue.
You press a finger next to her next, checking for a pulse.
You looked like a fucking jackass.
You look down. She was wearing one of your T-shirts, oversized for her. She didn't wear any underwear, a trail of dried urine down her leg and a big turd of shit on the carpet below.
Fucking disgusting.
You go to the bathroom, turning on the faucet and filling up the tub with hot water. It would take a while.
You return to the body of your late roomate, you wrap an arm around her slim waist. Considering how limp she was she must've died only recently. You cut the plastic cord that had served as her noose. Gently placing her body on the floor.
You part away her bangs, getting a closer look at her face.
It was contorted into one of pain, which was a shame.Kronii was pretty, even beautiful when she tried. A pity.
You slide a hand under the shirt, grasping a handful of her breasts. They remained firm and jiggly, nipples rock hard. She must've enjoyed the dying.
You take out a mop and some extra-strength detergent, cleaning up the mess she made on the floor and carpet.
When you heard the tell tale sound of overflowing water, you stopped. That was your que.
You quickly undressed and then did the same for Kronii. Holding her in a bridal carry as you carried her to the bathroon.
Her hairy pussy was slick with dried urine and girlcum. Her anus had half a turd still inside.
You prop her up against the bathtub, taking a rag soaked with soap and rubbing it over her dirty privates. All the while her blank eyes stared at you.
Her vagina was cleaned up, you insert two of her fingers it. Still warm and elastic. Good.
You wrap your arms around Kronii, lifting her up and getting into the tub, water rising and overflowing over as you slowly sat down. Kronii's head falling backwards and resting on your shoulder.
Her still beautiful face looking at you, her wet black hair covering her eyes.
You couldn't resist.
You first suck on her engorged tongue, then shoving your own into her mouth as you made out.
Your hand move upwards, holding unto her breasts very firmly, playing and pinching her diamond hard nips.
Your dick slides under her ass and into her pussy, with both of your lower sides submerged in hot water, the process was a little easier now that rigor mortis was starting to settle in.
Your hands travel across the breath of her body, finished with fondling her mammaries, they proceed to play with her fingers, her arms, her armpits, her thighs and then with her feet. Your constant manipulations of her limbs prolonging the time for rigor mortis to fully take affect.
Your dick in the meanwhile was pumping out gallons of semen, pumped into her pussy and escaping out into the surrounding water. Your multiple orgasms attest to how much of a waste Kronii's pussy was. You should've done something when she was still alive.
Eventually you finish, your body flushed with post sex heat. You drain the bath tub, getting out whilst you left Kronii inside.
You return after 10 minutes, by then her body was stiff as a nailbord. You lift her up by the underarms, dragging the body out and into the living room where a black plastic bag was waiting.
You lie her down next to it, massaging her joints and limbs until she was loose again. Wrapping Kronii under the bag.
You'll keep her for maybe a day or two. Maybe until the neighbors start complaining about the smell. After that you'll fulfill her last wish. Dumping her body somewhere it wouldn't be found.
After that?
Definitely trying to find a more mentally stable roomate