Kanako and I talked about a whole slew of things ranging
from bad mouthing Jun to reminiscing about better days. What she
really needed wasn't a counselor, just someone to talk with to take
her mind off things. I was glad I could be there for her today.
Part of me knew she was right that I might not have come if
her situation didn't sound dire enough. Regardless, things worked
out because I was worried about her perceived illness. Going
forward, I had to keep an open mind about how Kanako was feeling.
I never would have guessed she and Jun were having marital
issues. Maybe I could ask Souji if he knew anything.
"If you want me to come over next time, you don't have to lie
about it," I said, putting my shoes on at the door.
"Yeah… my bad," she said apologetically. "We should hit up
the others sometime. Just us girls going on vacation. You won't get
another chance like this when you have a kid."
That actually sounded fun. Summer was ending, so maybe
we could catch the last bit of heat in Okinawa. Or, depending on how
long it would take Souji to put a baby in me, we might be able to wait
until Autumn to stay at a ryokan. If I remembered right, Kanako had
a friend who owned an inn a few cities over.
"Sounds good to me. But you're figuring out the details," I
said, already on my way out.
"Aw, man. I was hoping you could make the plans. Fine. I'll
get back to ya when I figure something out." Kanako gave me a big
hug and waved goodbye as I went for the elevators.
A trip might do me some good. A bit of apprehension gnawed
at the back of my head at the thought of leaving Souji alone. I would
be gone for a few days. Who knows how he would spend his free
time without me.
As I got into the elevator, I shook these thoughts away.
Souji wasn't like Jun. He would never cheat on me with
someone else.Once again, guilt wracked at my mind. I feared the very thing I
did to Souji. Despite the feelings of shame, everytime I thought back
to that night, I would get turned on. Miyata's inexperience was cute.
It felt good to be lusted after. The orgasm another man gave me
occupied my thoughts more than every other time I had sex with
Souji.
Masato gave me a nod when I left Murasaki Heights. It was
getting late into the afternoon. Souji would be home in a few hours,
so it might be a good idea to buy dinner on the way home.
"Oh, I forgot." I smacked my head, recalling how Souji wanted
to visit an izakaya before coming home. That means he wouldn't be
coming home for dinner. I was out anyway, so I could get something
for myself to eat later.
The sun had already been swallowed up behind the concrete
jungle of Shinjuku. All that remained was its rays illuminating the sky
a dull blue as a darker canvas slowly crept over it.
I decided against taking the bus home. It was nice to explore
the city every once in a while, and it would only be an hour walk at
most to get home. Japan was safe even at night anyway. Even in a
densely populated city like Shinjuku, crime was few. Police booths at
every block corner gave a sense of security.
People were out in droves, which was normal for Shinjuku no
matter the time. Thousands of day workers were on their lunch or
going home, while graveyard shift workers were on their way for a
long night. Employees advertising their stores shoved pamphlets and
coupons in my face, playboys pestered me until I ignored them long
enough, and the smell of tobacco and fried street food lingered
heavy in the air.
In order to get home, I had to pass through Kabukicho. The
entertainment district was especially dense in both crowds and
buildings. Hostess clubs, love hotels, bars, and dance clubs were a
dime a dozen. Bright neon lights and flashy signs blinded me
everywhere I looked, and where there wasn't, low-lit lanterns
provided lights between the smaller streets.
"Excuse me, can the pretty lady spare some change?" a
homeless man asked.He was an older gentleman, wearing multiple layers of long-
sleeved shirts and had a cart full of junk blocking my way. A mess of
hair underneath his beanie grew down to his shoulders. I was
walking through the park but hadn't realized I entered an area filled
with homeless people.
Dozens of plastic tarps were shoddily propped up by
branches or poles to form makeshift tents. The luckier ones had
raised boards to create small, squared enclosures for themselves.
I fished into my purse to give him what few coins I had. On my
way out, I heard a commotion I should have just ignored. A group of
homeless men ran past me, nearly running into me as they scurried.
I turned around to see where they had run from. A group of four
youths was harassing a homeless man who had fallen to the ground.
They looked like delinquents. One of them had a bat and was
hitting the ground next to the whimpering man's head. There was no
one else at the park, and I was scared that the police wouldn't arrive
in time. The other homeless folk were also too afraid to get involved.
"Hey, leave him alone!" I shouted to the delinquents.
The one holding the bat wasn't fazed. He took one look at me
and his eyes glinted like that of a predator.
"School's out, we're just trying to have some fun. Maybe you
wanna show us a good time instead, lady?" their alleged leader said.
I was terrified out of my wits. Four boys who were clearly at
least high schoolers could take me down no problem. I should be
running, but I didn't want to. Instead, I pulled out a bottle of mace
and pointed it at them.
"Maybe you haven't been hit by mace before, but one sniff of
this and you'll be coughing your lungs out worse than a
chainsmoker," I threatened.
My phone suddenly vibrated with a notification.
Instead of the usual three choices, the app gave me two:
[Let the delinquents grope your breasts.] +5,000pts
[Let the homeless man grope your breasts.] +2,000pts
I gawked at my phone, floored yet again by its insane timing. I
had to think of something, otherwise this could end badly. Running
away wasn't an option. If I did and ignored the app, that would bringuntold consequences for Souji. But if I played this round, it might
lead to something worse.
The problem was the group of delinquents. Doing anything
remotely sexual would be an open invitation for them to assault me, I
wouldn't be able to get away.
Luck, however, appeared to be on my side. The group of boys
suddenly lost interest in me and the homeless man.
"Shit. She's on her phone."
"Let's get out of here before she calls the cops."
One of them gave the poor man a final kick in the stomach
before they took off running. I rushed over to help him up. Aside from
the dirt on his face, he was fine. There might be bruises underneath
the bundle of mismatched clothes, but I didn't have the means to
help him if he did.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" I asked him.
He grabbed my hand, tears streaming down his face. The
man had a full unkempt beard, and more hair on his head that made
him look like a Bigfoot's cousin. A rancid stench was coming off of
him, but I didn't want to be rude.
"Thank you," he said. "I didn't think anyone cared to help. No
one ever does."
I felt bad for him. It was a terrible tragedy for even one person
to be living in such a state. Alone, struggling to survive until the day
they passed away. No loved ones to be with. Yet there were
hundreds in this city alone.
My hand was let go as the man realized he had been holding
on for too long.
"S-Sorry… you probably think I'm disgusting. I'll leave you
alone. Thank you for helping me," he said, turning away.
I'd nearly forgotten about the NTL app.
"Wait!" I said.
He spun around, confused. There was an expectant look in
his eyes that I might give him some spare change before I left. He
couldn't know what I was about to do.
The sun was coming down, casting a purple and orange glow
onto the clouds creeping in. At a quick glance around the park, therewere a few people about. Here was a definite no. If I let him grope
me in the open, other people would see. Worse, I could be reported
to the police for indecent exposure.
Now that I had his attention, I wasn't sure what to say to get to
be alone with him.
Then I realized that there were a bunch of poorly raised
shacks where they made their homes. This man might have a place
like that, too.
"It looked like those kids really hurt you. We should probably
check your body in case you had any internal injuries," I told him. It
was a complete bluff. I didn't know what I was spewing, just tried to
sound intelligent and worried enough for him to accept help.
The homeless man didn't know how to respond either. Of
course, he was hesitant. Even though I helped him, it didn't make me
any more a friend than the next stranger.
"Well…" he considered carefully. "It's getting cold, so maybe
we go to my place, if you don't mind?"
I was overcome with relief. He led me between a cluster of
trees where rotting wooden boards were nailed together into four
walls, with a blue, plastic tarp thrown over it. Half a dozen pots and
pans laid strewn in front of the shakey cabin. A thin metal sheet
covered the only entrance inside.
He, too, glanced around for anyone watching before pulling
open the metal sheet and inviting me inside. It was exactly what I
expected. His only possessions were pictures taped to the wall, a
sleeping bag, and a portable burner boiling a pot of water. The cabin
was so small I could stretch my arms out and touch the walls.
The man started undressing the many layers of clothes he
had on. His body was gaunt, skin clung to bones. He was about to
take off his pants until I stopped him.
"What are you doing…?" I hesitated to ask.
"Is this… I thought you were offering sex? I have money! I'll
give anything to do it with you!" he pleaded desperately.
I took a step back and walked into the creaking wall. Any
harder and I would have knocked this place down.
"That's not why I'm here!" I implored him.He took a step closer. "No sane person meets with a
homeless man like me in private. You're a horny woman looking for
fun, aren't you?"
Fear was beginning to claw at my heart. The foul stench of his
'home' was making me dizzy and lightheaded. It wouldn't be hard to
run away, he didn't look particularly strong. But I couldn't leave until I
let him grope my breasts to fulfill the conditions.
"How about I… let you play with my breasts? Nothing more,
and I won't run away," I offered.
The man swallowed hard, his hands lingered grasping the air
in front of us. I took a deep breath and lifted my shirt. Because I
wasn't wearing any underwear, my breasts spilled out for him to see.
"I knew it," he said. "You're a kinky girl, aren't you? Guess it
was my lucky day you came to my rescue."
His hands immediately went to my breasts, kneading and
exploring every inch of them. Boney fingers pinched my erect
nipples, making me squirm as it sent pleasures shooting through my
body.
"Ahh… mmm…" The more he massaged my breasts, the
better I began to feel.
My phone rang. Souji was calling me. I always answered
when he called. I had to answer otherwise he would grow
suspicious.
"Y-Yes?" I answered.
"Yuina! I'm just getting off work with Miyata, and we're going
to the Izakaya at Shinjuku Station. Was just calling to see if you
wanted me to bring you anything?" Souji asked.
"I'm fine. I was just visiting Kanako, so I'll grab something on
the way home— iiyaah!" My voice slipped out when a slimy mouth bit
down on my nipple. The homeless didn't have any teeth, he nibbled
with his gums. Somehow, it was turning me on that this was
happening while I was on the phone with Souji.
"What was that? Are you okay?" My husband's concerned
voice came through.
I was losing my mind. There was a wetness pooling around
my groin. Who knew a mouth without teeth could bring so muchpleasure to my breasts. It was a new sensation that I didn't want to
part with just yet, but I had to keep talking otherwise Souji was going
to think something's up.
"I'm fine. Just a squirrel jumped past me," I responded.
The man looked at me, now sucking on my nipples together.
"Hehe… you're married and doing something like this?"
A hand invaded my crotch. He had found that I was getting
wet. This grimy old man, whose touch made me weak in the knees
and fondled my breasts, was getting me off.
"Nnnngh… I have to go now, I'm about to order food!" I
shouted into the phone, then shut it off.
I pushed the man aside, pulled my shirt down, and raced out.
"If you want to have fun, come back anytime!" I heard him
yell.
Some of the homeless men in the area watched as I hurried
out of the cabin. Their lusting eyes burned into my back, no doubt
mistaking me for a prostitute.
"I can't believe I let that happen… and it even felt good to
me…" I muttered to myself as I stormed down the street.
Just what has gotten into me lately? Was I really being held
hostage by this app?
If it wasn't for this app, I wouldn't have become unfaithful.