Fortunately, sanity returned to me when the scene ended. The girls, still panting, made another sign with their fingers. Again the "O" shape with one hand... but this time, without the sexual gesture. This time it was clear: they wanted money. And sadly... all the guys there were poor devils. We had nothing. I almost laughed.
Not even for that were we prepared. But then... I lost a bit of my sanity again. I heard —or thought I understood— something from the broken Japanese I could catch. The girls, although somewhat annoyed, didn't call the police. Why? Because they had enjoyed the sex.
Pigtails, in particular, the one who was with the guy in the green pajamas, seemed quite attached to him. I frowned, concentrating on understanding their words. Something like: > "This guy makes me feel good..." > "I like it when he caresses me like this..." > "It's weird, but it gives me nice tickles..." I didn't understand everything... but I caught enough. It was probably his ability.
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I let out a sigh and decided to approach. It was a good moment to get information. The guy in the green pajamas kept groping Pigtails' breasts with all tranquility, and she clung to him as if they were lifelong lovers. The rest tried to touch them too, but the girls pushed them away with a swat. No pay, no touch. That simple.
When I approached and spoke to them with my basic Japanese, they blinked, confused at first, but then they started speaking more slowly. Thanks to that, I understood the essential: They were gals. And they dedicated themselves to compensated dates.
Normally, they took their clients to a hotel. But this time, Pigtails got excited. The guy in the green pajamas touched her so well that everything got out of control. And when more strange guys arrived, she called for reinforcements by reflex. It wasn't the usual. They didn't give free sex. But this time they enjoyed it. And that's why they decided not to report us. Unlike other clients who didn't pay... at least these made them moan.
Finally, the world was starting to make some sense. I felt relief. It wasn't that all women here were like that. It was that these were dedicated to that. And on top of that, they enjoyed it. A bit more calm —and a bit more curious—I asked them if they did it out of necessity.
Debts? Problems at home? They shrugged. —We like sex. And if we also earn something... even better. I choked on my own saliva. I was about to say goodbye when Pigtails' friends stopped me. They surrounded me, looking me up and down. They saw me as big. Strong. They wanted to try me. One passed her tongue over her lips. The other made an obscene gesture with her mouth. Tempting. Coquettish. But I felt a twist in my stomach. I remembered the scene from a few minutes ago. Sucking, moaning, semen... exchange of fluids. Too public. Too used.
No matter how attractive they were... I didn't eat "Butt" used.
It cost me, but I managed to free myself. Seeing me uncooperative, they lost interest. They cleaned themselves with wet wipes they took from their bags and left without saying goodbye. The rest of the guys also dispersed. There was nothing more to do.
The show had ended. The only ones left were Pigtails and Pijama Green . Keeping calling them that made me laugh. I didn't know if to ask them their names or keep having fun with the nicknames. Both were still quite hot. I thought about leaving. I had already seen too much. I didn't participate, but it was like watching live porn. And yes... I was a bit excited. I also wanted to try. But with the right person. As I walked away from the alley, I thought about something: I knew nothing about this city. Or this world. Wouldn't it be a good idea to ask Pigtails, since she was so... open? I went back on my steps. When I arrived, the scene had escalated. Pigtails was already riding Pijama Green, riding him with enthusiasm.
I hesitated. But I approached. She saw me, and without stopping moving, she said to me with a smile: > —I can only let you use my mouth. If you want something more… you have to pay. I thought about turning around. Again. But I took a deep breath and decided to get something useful out of her. Information. I crouched nearby, avoiding looking too much, and started asking her —with my basic Japanese— about the streets, neighborhoods, hotels, train stations, banks... any data that would serve.
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Getting information wasn't easy. Not only because of the language. Trying to understand Pigtails between moans was even worse. And concentrating while she moved with her breasts bare... wasn't the easiest thing in the world. No, Pigtails wasn't ugly. Not at all. She was seriously attractive. And being less than a meter away watching her move like that, without being able to touch her... was torture. I saw them change positions at least three times while I tried to formulate questions. Sometimes I had to repeat them.
Or guess between moans and cut phrases. In the end, I got something clear. Not much, but something. Pigtails didn't know much about the city. Most of what she gave me were points of easy sex: hotels, karaokes, bars, cybercafes, "useful" alleys.
She also mentioned schools, police stations, shopping centers, some important streets, and a clinic where they sold morning-after pills without a prescription. It wasn't much. But now I had something to start with. With a sigh, I sat on the curb, near the alley. It's not to boast, but...
I had a tent set up in my crotch. And walking like that through the city wasn't precisely the most courteous. Although my ability helped me not to be seen as a threat, I also didn't want to tempt fate.
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Night fell. And I still hadn't found anyone to fuck. I had seen several. Options didn't lack. But most seemed too... easy to me. They didn't attract me. They didn't fit with what I was looking for. Walking through a smaller park —nothing to do with the forest where we woke up—I crossed paths with two guys I remembered from the first day.
They were among those who had followed the tattooed men. I found them in the public bathroom. They were holding an office worker. In my world, that would be a crime. Here... I wasn't so sure. I looked around. No one.
Not a single witness. Out of morbid curiosity —I don't know— I approached. Maybe just to ask how their mission was going. I peeked. And I saw the complete scene. The office worker, who at first struggled, now moaned. She asked for more. Almost with tears of pleasure. It was... anticlimactic. But well, first things first: the information. I cleared my throat.
—Hey, what's up... emm, how's the mission going, companions...?
Now that I thought about it, this was the first time I spoke with other "players". I had spoken with Pigtails and her friends —through broken Japanese—, but this was different. Real contact with those, like me, who had been brought here. They didn't stop.
They kept thrusting. The shorter one —thin, elongated face— answered without stopping moving: —We're busy, bro. But we're almost done. Want to try? She's tight. Although of course... it doesn't compare to that bomb we saw when we arrived.
—The housewife? —I asked, knowing the answer. I had to admit it. I still thought about her. Too tempting. The taller one, square face, empty gaze, responded:
—Kai fucked her first. He and Roa dragged her to an alley. We arrived after. Luckily they shared. Then we took her to her house. She had a daughter. She seemed like a recent university student. Kai was the first with her too. A shame... she seemed virgin. But Kai has a kind of intimidating ability.
We couldn't approach. I stayed silent. It wasn't just the casual way they told it. Like they were talking about a poker game. It was what I felt. Not repulsion. Not rage. Pity. Pity for having missed it. For not having gone with them.
For not having taken the university student first. I closed my eyes. Something stirred inside me. It wasn't guilt. It was something... more acidic. Maybe that god was right. Maybe all of us who arrived here... were degenerates.
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While I thought about that, I looked closely at the woman. Although of course... I didn't see her dressed for long. They had her completely naked. But something clicked for me.
She seemed familiar. Not exactly the same. But the clothes, the gestures, certain features... She seemed taken from a hentai. One that I had seen years ago.
—How did you bring her here? —I asked, confused. The thin one, while groping her breasts, answered without shame:
—She was around here. My ability lets me detect hot women. She wanted us to drag her to this bathroom and "use" her.
I stayed silent. That plot... sounded too familiar. A hentai about a frustrated office worker who fantasized about being raped. In that hentai, everything stayed in fantasy... until she simulated it with a trusted boy. But here... she met the Square Face and the Perverted Thin Guy.
And ended up like this. I didn't know if she had had good luck... or very bad.