Kanako and I caught a movie before we went home. By the
evening, around when Souji was supposed to be coming home, I
received a text telling me that he had gone to an izakaya with a
coworker. He was going to miss the dinner I cooked for him.
At this rate, the red ginseng was going to go to waste. There
was no point if he didn't eat it. We had some extra edamame in the
fridge which I decided to fry up. They went well with beer, so maybe
they could bait Souji into eating them from time to time.
For now, I had to do something about the dinner I cooked.
There was too much to just save as leftovers for tomorrow. The other
option was to give most of it to Mr. Tanaka.
But that would mean seeing him after our encounter this
morning. Meeting him was inevitable, we were neighbors after all.
Adults didn't run away from problems, they faced it. Mr. Tanaka was
a good man, too. I had no reason to be scared.
I calmed my nerves, packed most of the side dishes and rice
into a multi-tier bento container, and set out. Fortunately, he was
awake this time. At least, that was what it seemed. It wasn't too late
into the evening. The lights, from what I could tell through the
shutters, were still on.
By the sound of shuffling footsteps and the murmuring of
voices, he had company. Which wasn't a surprise, considering how
many people he meets on the floor. At the very least, he could share
the bento with his guest, and the food wouldn't go to waste.
When I rapped my knuckles on the door, I was surprised to
see a tall and tanned woman answer it. She had platinum hair, a
mole under her right eye, and had a youthful complexion. But more
appallingly, she wore purple lace lingerie. Her breasts were spilling
out of the fabric, and it was transparent enough to give me an eyeful
of her breasts and crotch glistening under the moonlight.
I stood there speechless.
The woman glanced over her shoulder and said, "Kei, did you
call another woman?"I heard what I guessed was the heavy thud of Mr. Tanaka
falling off a seat or couch.
"Where do ya work?" the gal asked.
The shock finally wore off and I found my voice to speak. "I'm
not! I live next door and thought I'd deliver some leftover dinner."
Unsure of what to do, I handed the bento box to her which
she graciously accepted. Her gaze lingered, eyes squinted trying to
get a good look at my face in the dark.
She tapped on her lips and asked, "Aren't you the chick from
the vid—"
"Sorry, Mrs. Ninomae!" Mr. Tanaka appeared in the doorway,
pushing the gal back into the room. "She's uh… she's…"
The both of us flustered as he lost his words.
"No! I'm sorry for intruding— of course, what you do is none of
my concern. I was just surprised," I said, trying to keep my cool.
Mr. Tanaka lived alone, and being the man he was, had needs
to satisfy. Call girls fulfilled that need. It didn't make it any less
embarrassing for the both of us.
"Thank you again… for the food," he said, scratching his
stomach.
"It's my pleasure. You, uh… you two enjoy yourselves." I
rushed back to my house with my head down.
Mr. Tanaka called out to me, but I didn't hear it, nor did I want
to stay there any longer than I had to. I splashed cold water on my
beet red face in the bathroom. For some reason, I thought back to
my neighbor's large penis, and how he and that woman were having
sex right now. She was taking that massive thing that barely fit in my
mouth.
"That woman certainly had a big chest… I guess all men are
into that sort of thing," I mused to myself as I grabbed a handful of
my own breasts.
Touching myself only served to turn me on. Lucky them that
they got to have sex, while Souji left me high and dry alone at home.
Maybe my husband would get in the mood if I wore what that gal
wore. Just the thought of wearing what she wore was getting me hot.I checked the NTL app's store and sorted by category to get a
list of available outfits. There were lingerie, costumes like a skimpy
nurse's outfit for roleplay, S&M latex suits, all of which were far out of
my purchasable range of [1,500pts] after buying the dildo.
Naturally, clothes like these were going to be more expensive.
The cheapest outfit was a matching panty and bra combo at the
price of [3,000pts]. But it wasn't sexy at all. Suddenly, the idea of
making out with Kanako didn't sound so bad.
"A little window shopping couldn't hurt."
With nothing else to do but wait until Souji came home, I lay
sprawled on the bed scrolling through the list of available outfits.
Some were downright erotic, others might as well not be wearing
anything at all. Though, I supposed the attraction to lingerie wasn't
just to show skin, its thin veil to be completely naked, the power to
tease men with sparse fabric covering you lent to the eroticism.
I came across a white sheer babydoll with a pink tint. It's
opaque around the bust, but transparent everywhere below. The
material looked like it felt good against the skin, too. I had a lace
underwear gift from Kanako during my bridal shower that might look
good in this.
Too bad it was priced at [10,500pts]. From what I
remembered, Kanako could afford this. She played this longer than I
have and probably purchased more expensive lingerie.
If I wanted to get that many points, I would need to have sex
with someone. That was the trend I had noticed with the choices.
Intercourse was at minimum ten-thousand, fellatio was in the mid
thousands, indecent exposures and flirtations were in the low
thousands and less.
My only hope was to bank on it giving me a choice to have
sex with Souji.
No way in hell was I going to do it with anyone else.
But…
"Damn it. I wish he would just man up already!" I shouted into
my pillow.
Vrrrrrrrr.The notification vibration from my phone became more
intense. It shuddered so much it nearly fell off the edge of the bed
had I not caught it. A different menu was superimposed on the shop
screen that read:
[Special Limited Time Loan! Get 20,000pts now and pay
back down the line!]
>[Accept]<
>[Refuse]<
"What? Just like that?" I stared at the screen longer than I'd
like to admit.
Getting into debt was never good. But a 20,000 point loan
would allow me to buy the lingerie to seduce Souji with. I didn't see
any terms and conditions, or anything explaining what would happen
if I didn't pay back the loan.
I was too curious. Anything to get my husband in my pants. I
held my breath and pressed the 'accept' button. My points shot up
from [1,500/5,000,000] to [21,500/5,000,000]. When the pop-up
menu disappeared, I was left with the lingerie tempting me again.
The point of getting the loan was to buy the lingerie, so here
goes nothing.
I pressed the big buy button for the babydoll, and waited for
the doorbell to ring. Sure enough, a minute went by and my doorbell
rang. At 10:20 PM at night. Long past any delivery services were
operating.
When I got to the front door, a package was waiting there on
the ground just like the other. Inside, wrapped in plastic and folded
neatly into a square, was the white sheer babydoll. Without sparing
another moment outside, I went straight back to my room to put on
my new lingerie.
It fitted me perfectly. I was worried since it didn't list any sizes
or dimensions, but maybe this was a one-size fits all. I dreaded to
think how it could possibly have known my size otherwise.
But setting that thought aside, I looked great. My breasts filled
out nicely in the cups, the straps were light, and the material was so
thin, the slightest breeze could blow it off."Hehe. I have to say, Yuina. You still have it going on," I
compliment myself.
I twirled in it, checked out my butt, and even posed on the bed
in preparation for when Souji came home. The power of lingerie was
something else, I was even turning myself on checking myself out.
My ears were on high alert. So when the front door lock
turned, I knew it was Souji and raced out to see him. However, he
came through not alone, but with a barely conscious man on his
shoulder. Both of them were red as a cherry.
Souji himself was swaying as he walked, clearly several
drinks too deep to keep himself standing.
"Ah, Yuina… this is my junior from work. He's new, so I
wanted to show him a good time, and well— did you… something
about you looks different," he said, squinting to see me.
My heart fell. It hadn't registered in his mind that I was
wearing the lingerie. Souji came back so drunk he might as well be a
zombie. I hated when he became like this, but who was I to tell him
not to when he worked so hard for both our sakes?
"Let's help him onto the couch. I'll bring out some extra
bedsheets for him, but we're getting you right to bed, mister." I
bonked Souji on the head and he responded with a goofy smile.
The coworker, whose name I learned was Miyata, laid on the
couch completely sloshed. I had half a mind to call an ambulance,
but Souji insisted that he threw it all up before coming here.
Souji himself fell onto the bed like a deadweight. I only
managed to get his shirt and pants before he anchored down. My
husband was by no means heavy, but I wasn't very strong to begin
with.
"Sorry, Yuina…" he muttered.
Kneeling down by the edge of the bed, I leaned over to kiss
him. I tasted the distinct flavor of sapporo beer and salted peanuts,
Souji's favorite.
"Don't worry about it," I told him, but it felt more like I was
saying it to myself than anyone else.
His eyes slowly opened but clearly had trouble keeping them
that way. "Wow… did you dress up for me?""Shhh. Just go to bed. It's already so late and—"
"I messed up again," he said. "Failed to secure a multi-million
yen sale to a Chinese firm…"
Surprise was all that I could muster. Especially since he
promised to do better at work.
No, wait.
I knew Souji worked hard. Three years he had worked at
Ushigome with a flawless track record, not once did I hear him ever
messing up. Twice in a single week was unthinkable. He couldn't
have messed up unless…
The app?
Just like the other day when I refused to participate, earlier
today I neglected to act on a choice with Kanako. It had to have
been a coincidence, right? There was one way to confirm this.
If it had anything to do with the app, it would show me what
happened, just like the stock prices dropping.
I couldn't believe my eyes when I checked my phone, there it
was. A report detailing how a regional sales manager in Ushigome
botched a trade deal with a Sino-Pacific corporation, causing a
projected loss of 500 million yen in potential profits.
My teeth grinded against each other.
I wanted to scream into my phone. This app was trying to ruin
my life. Souji's accidents were too much of a coincidence for me to
ignore. Risking a third mistake would spell doom for his career.
Suddenly, I felt very alone despite my husband being right
next to me. It seemed as though I was being held captive by this
app. Talking to Kanako again might be a good idea, but going out
risks an event. I should invite her over instead.
Souji started snoring. His hoarse breathing tickled me and got
me giggling even though this was a serious situation. Seeing his face
brought me calm.
I should take care of the app tomorrow.For now, there was no
doubt in my mind the two of them would be going to work hungover
tomorrow. It was nothing miso soup couldn't fix, and I had the perfect
recipe.I was still in the babydoll I wore for Souji, but it was so
comfortable I'd forgotten to change out of it. All that needed to be
done was to simmer the ingredients and melt in the miso paste. It shouldn't take long.