In the cemetery
Assistant: "Boss… ready to go?"
The old man gave a small nod and started walking toward the car, leaving the grave behind.
Inside the car
He sat quietly in the back seat, eyes fixed on the rearview mirror, lost in thought.
His assistant kept glancing at him through the mirror. Like every year, he came to this same grave… but she had never dared to ask why.
After a long silence she took a breath and finally spoke.
"Boss… that grave… is it someone special to you?"
The old man didn't answer her question. He just went quiet again, staring out the window like before.
Then suddenly he felt something warm pressing lightly against the inside of his thigh. He looked down. It was her hand. Fingers just resting there, soft but definitely not accidental.
He let out a slow breath through his nose. Voice came out low, a bit rough.
"We're still in the car."
She ignored what the boss said. Her fingers moved anyway, reaching for the zipper of his trousers and pulling it down slowly, the quiet sound filling the silence in the car.
Then her hand slipped inside his underwear, gently taking hold of him and pulling his dick out. He was already getting hard, warm and thick in her grip.
She started rubbing just the head, slow soft strokes with her thumb, circling the tip, spreading the small drop of precum that was leaking out. All the while she kept her eyes locked straight on his, staring with full open lust. No blinking, no looking away, just pure hunger in her gaze.
The old man looked at her for a long moment then gave a small knowing chuckle under his breath.
" No wonder the driver today is a woman. This is your intention right? "
Without waiting for an answer he reached over and lifted her easily onto his lap settling her straddling his thighs.
Stay here he said voice low and firm. Don't do anything else. Wait till we get back home.
But her hand didn't listen. It stayed right where it was still slowly stroking his dick gentle steady almost lazy now like she couldn't help herself.
She fell asleep just like that, still on his lap, hand loosely holding him, the car moving quietly through the night.
The old man didn't push her off. He just sighed long and quiet, one arm came around to hold her steady against him, the other rested on the seat. His eyes went back to the window, watching the streetlights go by, face hard to read.
Finally, they arrived at the house. Except it wasn't just a house. It looked more like a mansion.
The driver opened the door for them. The old man carefully lifted his assistant in his arms and stepped out of the car, carrying her like she weighed nothing.
They walked into the house and headed upstairs, straight into a bedroom. The room was quite dark, lit only by a soft red glow.
He gently laid her down on the bed so she could rest comfortably.
A moment later, two women entered the room, both dressed like maids.
They walked directly toward him. One stood in front of him, the other behind.
Together they slowly began to undress him. Even though he was no longer young, his body was still strong and well-built.
As his shirt came off completely, the large sakura tattoo across his back came into view, delicate pink blossoms spreading over his shoulders and down his spine, bold and beautifully inked..
The two maids followed him quietly into the bathroom. They slipped out of their clothes until they were both naked, no fuss, no hesitation.
They started washing him under the warm shower. One soaped up his front, gently stroking his dick until it got hard. The other washed his back and ass from behind, hands moving smoothly over his skin.
His eyes stayed cold and distant, like none of it was getting through to him, even though his body was clearly reacting.
Wanting to please him more, the maid in front leaned down and took his dick into her mouth. She sucked slowly, tongue sliding gently around the head, keeping everything warm and wet.
He just stood there between them, face completely blank, not making a sound or moving an inch.
"Enough. Dress me."
The maids stopped immediately. They took soft towels and dried his entire body gently and carefully. Once he was dry, they helped him into a simple black robe and tied it loosely at the waist.
He walked out of the bathroom without another word.
He went to the chair by the large window and sat down heavily. He stared out at the night sky, full of stars shining coldly.
On the small round table next to him was an old book. He reached for it and opened it slowly.
Inside was only one photo tucked between the pages: four women and one man, all in their twenties, smiling together like the world belonged to them.
"I'm the last one who hasn't died yet," he said quietly to the empty room.
A single tear rolled down his cheek. He made no sound, just let it fall in silence.
"I never changed my phone number. I never changed my social media accounts. I kept hoping… waiting for one of them to contact me. But all I ever received was news that another one had passed away."
He straightened his legs and leaned his head back against the headrest of the chair.
Suddenly his eyes felt heavy and it became hard to breathe like the air was too thick.
"I hoped we would meet again together like old times"
Finally his eyes closed completely.
"Psst psst"
"Shin!"
"Shin!"
In the haze he heard someone calling his name. Slowly very slowly he forced his eyes open.
The blur cleared bit by bit. Right in front of him stood a woman he knew so well her face exactly as he remembered from 50 years ago.
Without thinking his hand reached up and gently touched her cheek thumb brushing her skin.
"You look so young is this a dream?"
He pulled her closer by the face and kissed her on the lips deep slow full of everything he had held back for so long.
Everyone around them froze in shock. Her body went stiff, eyes wide open in shock, like she had just been pulled out of time itself.