Chapter 3 December 14
“Hey! You’re practicing alone today, too! Great, great, great!”
Yoshio spoke cordially to Rio.
She still practiced alone on the playground over and over again during her final exams. Every morning Yoshio says hello to Rio before entering the classroom.
It was very cold today, but Rio was wearing shorts. There were still twenty minutes to go before class, so she hurried into the locker room. Just as usual, she suppressed her feelings in her eyes and passed in front of Yoshio.
“That…” Yoshio called her back.
It’s already December 14th, only ten days left until Christmas Eve. Despite this, there’s still no progress in my relationship with Rio. No matter what I said to him, it was always a yes or no answer, not a conversation. That’s why Yoshio decided to go straight to the heart of the matter.
“Does Rio have any plans for Christmas Eve…?”
“┅┅┅”
Rio looked at Yoshio incredulously and said it as a matter of course.
“We still have to practice that day…”
(when…)
Yoshio noticed at this point that in her head there was only the track team. This gesture of greeting Rio, who ran in the cold air every morning before going to school, did not convey any message to her.
（No, it can’t be…)
In fact, Satsuki saw everything, not only the track team, but she also paid a lot of attention to Yoshio. She was always quiet, and she didn’t even say anything about her previous hand injury…. In any case, Satsuki should have been carrying something heavy on her back. Yoshio stood in front of the rigid Satsuki, trying to ease her tension, and spoke cheerfully.
“Is there anyone you want to give a Christmas present to?”
“Yes…”
Rio peeked at Yoshio.
“Who is it going to be a gift for?”
“The children in the orphanage…”
Rio looked at the edge of his sweatpants and looked up shortly after.
“I grew up in an orphanage, so I don’t know who my real parents are…”
She said this to Yoshio. The heavy note made Yoshio not know what to reply to. Rio’s eyes twinkled for a moment.
“When I was in third grade, I was adopted by my current parents, but at Christmas every year I gave gifts to small children at the orphanage. Although it wasn’t anything expensive…”
“So… so that’s how it is…”
Yoshio understood. The reason why Rio had closed her heart off was finally understood.
“Are your parents good to you now?”
“Yes. Especially when I got good results in the track team, they were happy to make a big meal for me. So I practiced every day for my parents to get a good result…”
In front of Yoshio stood this slender young girl, whose heart was full of love for her parents. But Yoshio also sensed the danger on the other side of this too seriousness. He felt that if this went on Rio might break down.
“Don’t… it’s better not to think only about Sung Kyung…?”
“Eh…?”
“As long as Satsuki lives happily, Naruhiro will naturally get better. Practicing every day doesn’t count as life…”
Yoshio looked into Rio’s deep eyes, trying to convince her slowly.
“More than getting good grades, my parents would be happier if Rio could be happy every day!”
Risu’s eyes lit up like suddenly.
“…I’ve never thought of such a thing… I’ve always thought that my previous attraction was the track team… only running was on my mind…”
“Rio is charming just by looking like this.”
“There’s no such thing!”
Yoshio tightly gripped the hands of Satsuo whose face turned gray again. At the moment of being touched, Rio, whose whole body shook, tried to shake Yoshio’s hands away. At this time, the white bandage could be seen underneath the clothes again.
I didn’t notice it last time, but when I looked closer, I realized that both hands were bandaged. Maybe he noticed Yoshio’s eyes!
“No… no, please stop…”
Rio used all her strength to break away from Yoshio and immediately ran towards the locker room. It can be known that she is unusually wary of men. Every time she was in front of Yoshio, she was very nervous. Yoshio thought carefully, what should he do to such Rio?
But today she told Fang Xiong about her time at the orphanage, proving that she had opened her tightly closed heart.
The wrist injury… I should be able to talk about it afterward.
(Just… give her some time…)
Back in the classroom Yoshio had two bulging supermarket plastic bags in front of him.
“Good morning. Just talked to Rio right! It’s so rare that she can talk to someone.”
“Is it rare?”
“Grace. That guy’s the kind of guy who doesn’t talk much. What did you guys say?”
“Secret…”
Jumei said unhappily.
“What the heck! I can’t tell you my secret if I can’t!”
“What is Joo-mi’s secret…”
“MINGHUHUHUH…”
Jumei took out a picture from her notebook. It was a picture of Jumei that Natsuki had put in her monthly pass a few days ago.
“Natsuki really, said he loved my smile and wanted me to be his model!”
Jumei poses with a bag from the superstore, both arms crossed.
“He really has a vision! …and that idiot who didn’t extend a formal invitation for Christmas Eve is quite different…”
“What the…!”
Jumei looked at Yoshio with a wistful look.
“Women are impressionable. Jumei will spend Christmas Eve with Natsuki…”
“Follow…”
Whatever! H.E. Yoshio swallowed the words alive. Since losing his virginity last week after making out with Ms. Sachiko, he had become less angry and felt a little more like an adult. He’d learned that women were crazy, random, selfish creatures, and he’d also learned from skin-to-skin contact that that was what made them attractive.
The current Jumei was just trying to deliberately piss off Yoshio as well!
It’s no fun if you take it too seriously.
“┅Hold it for you．”
Yoshio took the bag from Jumi.
“It’s heavy! What did you buy?”
“Um… the neighborhood store is having a sale, greens are only half price.”
He looked in the bag and realized there were many potatoes, onions and carrots.
“Curry tonight… My brothers have been eating a lot lately, so I’m really tired!”
Jumei said in a sing-song tone, looking at Yoshio.
“Yoshio, if you and Rio are close slightly tell her to take a break! There’s not enough time for just practicing every day!”
“That’s what I said…”
“Now she’s hitting a bottleneck, so she needs to rest even more…”
Jumei, who was the captain, spoke to Yoshio with great concern.
“Because Satsuki was an honor student, there was pressure not to run well. But a little relaxation is also necessary…”
The considerate Jumei thought about Rio’s future as she walked to class.
“I… I’m going to ask her out for shopping or something next time too…”
“Well, that would be good. But Yoshio…”
In front of the classroom door Jumei suddenly stopped and pinched Yoshio’s cheek and said.
“What about Yorisu is fine, but please remember to… invite the one in front of you – to spend Christmas Eve…
！”
“It hurts! I know!”
Yoshio nodded his head with bitterness.
Honestly, this was the first time I had to ask a girl out for Christmas Eve, so I didn’t know what to expect.
Although you want to make a restaurant or hotel reservation, there are so many things you don’t know about what the budget is or what kind of clothes you’re going to wear that it’s a mess.
First, it’s already ten days before Christmas Eve, so maybe the bookings are full by now, thinking about all these things not knowing how to start.
“Something has to be done…”
Against the unconfident Yoshio’s cheeks, Jumei pinched again.
“If you don’t hurry, even my reservation will be full…”
It’s a bit exhausting, but cheerful Jumei is still very likable.
Yoshio laughed bitterly while walking into the classroom with Jumi.
“Good morning…”
Mariko’s sad expression approached. It looked like she was on the verge of crying.
“What’s wrong? That look?”
“Because… the results of the exam will come out today and I’m worried…”
Before she started her acting activities, Mariko maintained her average grades. However, because she was too busy to study, her grades got worse and worse, and she became more and more mentally exhausted.
“Ugh, have some spirit! Shall we go shopping together again?”
Mariko shook her head with an even sadder expression.
“I have to work today too… as a special guest on a radio program… I have to leave early for the third period…”
“Yes…”
“Since that kiss sometimes Mariko would call. But in the classroom there are only conversations like this one, and Yoshio and Mariko have not been able to make progress between them.
That anxiety seemed to be something she felt as well.
“Next time… have lunch together!”
Mariko opened her mouth for an invitation.
“I… make my own bento…”
“Mariko? Don’t force yourself. You’re so busy, don’t make a special bento…”
“No…”
Mariko still had that crybaby look on her face.
However, this time it was not sadness, but the heart was filled with emotion making the eye frames moist.
“I… want to make a bento for Phuong Hung…”
Mariko’s feelings of wanting to spend her short lunch break with Yoshio had been fully revealed here.
“Then… do it only when you are free… please!”
“Uh…”
Tears glistened deep in the frames of her eyes as she smiled.
It’s really pretty! Yoshio gazed at Mariko once again. Maybe it was because of the cameras and fans watching her every day! She used to be a simple girl, but lately she seems to be a different person.
I don’t know if I’ve been trained to smile or stand in a very attractive way.
Yoshio looked at himself. The uniform that smelled a little sour, and the hairstyle that he had just woken up from a nap… not really standing out, he felt ashamed at the thought of whether or not he matched with Mariko.
But Mariko herself said she was going to take lunch to Yoshio. After the bell rang Mariko waved her little hand and took a seat in the back.
Yoshio himself was feeling excited about her handiwork, which he had yet to taste.
“┅Hey, what’s going on now?”
From the back seat, came the voice of Natsuki from the photo club.
The seat next to him was occupied by Akimoto, the computer expert, and the three losers just happened to be sitting together.
“You and Mariko are very close! I always take pictures so I know. Her eyes are moist, right? That’s a sign of heat!”
“Rutting…?”
“That means… she recognized Phuong Hung as a man…”
“Hahaha… no… because we’re childhood friends!”
Yoshio reflexively denied it.
If he told Natsuki about his kiss with Mariko the other day, it would surely become the subject of a report and be chased around by cameras, not that he didn’t trust Natsuki as a friend, but it would surely irritate the paparazzi soul in him. Before he could stabilize his relationship with Mariko, Yoshio decided to try his best to hide it.
“Okay! Let’s not talk about Mariko. That…”
Natsuki peeked around and asked Yoshio in a low voice.
“What was that thing that just took Jumei along?”
His eyes were filled with skepticism. Natsuki was really, really infatuated with Jumi. If he put him aside and kept his Christmas Eve promise with Joo-mi, he would surely cut himself off. So he must not tell the truth… Yoshio thought this in his mind.
“And you didn’t sneak Jumi her picture, it went well, didn’t it!”
“She… she told you? What did she say?”
Natsuki’s ears immediately reddened. He was such a boy who blushed easily.
“Aaah… you told her you wanted her to be a model and she was so happy!”
“She was happy… really?”
Suddenly sighing, Natsuki felt his chest pocket.
That’s where they keep the monthly passes, and Jumei’s picture is in there.
“Actually, I… want to ask her to spend Christmas Eve with me!”
Natsuki took out a handkerchief from the pocket of his pants this time and placed it on his forehead.
It was so embarrassing that it made the sweat come out!
“You’re not asking her to go to the Idol concert with you!”
“┅No?”
“Of course not!”
Yoshio responded intuitively.
“What girl wants to date a paparazzo like you on Christmas Eve?”
“Is… is it…? I thought it was fine as long as there was activity…”
Natsuki scratched his head.
“Think of a more Romantic way!”
Because he found it troublesome so Yoshio didn’t want to say too much.
Yoshio himself is confused about how he’s going to ask Jumi out, and Natsuki, who’s practically a love interest, naturally doesn’t want to do him any favors when he sees how serious he is.
“Then how about taking Joo-mi to see the Weather Boys concert? I remember she once said she really wanted to see it…”
“Yeah… that guy is a fan of the Weather Boys. But the tickets for their Christmas concert, I heard on the news that they sold out after five minutes of selling them!”
The Weather Boys are a pretty popular group of pretty boys right now.
Jumi was a fan of theirs, but the track team was busy, so none of them were able to reserve tickets.
“I’ve thought of many ways to do that too. I just asked Akimoto to help me look on the net and find out if anyone is selling tickets!”
There are some web pages on the net that are selling extra tickets. It wasn’t difficult for computer expert Akimoto to find them. Yoshio looked at Akimoto’s face.
However, Akimoto made a forked mark with both hands.
“┅No. Tickets for the Weather Boys are very hard to come by, they’re sold out wherever they are!”
Natsuki sighed.
“┅Be more energetic!”
That was all Yoshio could answer.
“It’s ten days until Christmas Eve, there’s got to be a way.”
As if speaking to himself, Yoshio whispered.
“Fair enough!”
Akimoto nodded back and straightened his glasses.
“I also asked Elektra about her plans for Christmas Eve, and she said she was going to her sister’s concert, which was very unfortunate, so maybe there’s another way…”
Seeing both of his detractors working so hard for Christmas, Yoshio was starting to get a little bit of a seven-way tie in his heart!
(Ten days to go… Who will I be with?)
Yoshio thought about these five females in his mind once again.
Mariko, a female entertainer, kissed her and said she’d make him a bento afterward. Christmas Eve was her first concert. He is invited to go and watch it. Mariko’s sister, Maruka, is also asking him to go to the Christmas concert. A date is set for the weekend to watch the rehearsal together, which is highly anticipated.
Then there was Jumi, who had not only kissed but also fondled her breasts. If we don’t finalize our Christmas Eve engagement soon, we’re going to get snatched up by Natsuki, so it’s not an option not to be more aggressive now.
For her part, Rio is opening her heart up little by little. Hopefully, as the hurt in her heart heals bit by bit, it will become her spiritual support.
Then there’s Sachiko-sensei. The last line of defense had been breached with her, and there were no calls whatsoever after that.
For her things with Yoshio were in the past. I’m afraid that even if I asked her out on Christmas Eve, I wouldn’t get a good answer….
（Who will I spend Christmas Eve with? (Or will I be alone?) Then again, the unofficial offense won’t work! Phuong Hung cheered himself up, ooh… opening his hand widely and slapping it on his cheek a few times.
Finals are over and the campus is back to being as lively as ever.
There were some people who stayed in the classroom after class, some people from the sports clubs who were sweating in the playground, and some duty students who were cleaning….
After school is full of joy and energy, but Yoshio, who has just escaped from a make-up exam due to his red letter exhaustion, doesn’t have anything in particular he wants to do, so he goes home. Even when he goes home, he eats and watches TV alone in the absence of his parents who can’t come home because they are busy with work.
The Christmas decorations in the shopping street in front of the station were magnificent.
There were Christmas trees everywhere and Christmas songs could be heard everywhere.
Inside the window is decorated with a Christmas tree representing the store’s personality, with red apples and golden bells when it’s quite beautiful.
Wanting to experience a little more of this Christmas spirit, Yoshio went to the amusement center on the corner of the shopping street.
I’d like to say that I’d like to kill some time by playing a driving game that’s become very popular lately (Subway Run┅).
But today, there’s no concentration…
The coins were used up in an instant! Yoshio had no choice but to walk outside the store.
Outside of the amusement center, there were five machines with big head stickers, and in front of one of them, there were three female students from Fang Xiong School, happily comparing the photos that had just come out.
One of the schoolgirls, with her fashionably short hair, saw Yoshio.
“Ah, brother…”
Calling softly, it turned out to be Maruka.
“Throat, look at that, look at that, a big header with a Christmas tree background. It’s cute, isn’t it?”
The faces of three people, Maruka and her friend, flew up in a pattern with a Christmas tree in the background.
“┅What? That’s terrible!”
“That’s outrageous!” Maruka gently slapped Yoshio’s shoulder and put a big head sticker on Yoshio’s school bag.
“Here’s one for you.”
“Thank… thank you…” said Maruka, turning her head away.
“┅Yeah? Everyone’s gone back…” pointing a finger in the distance.
While Maruka and Yoshio were talking, the friends had all gone ahead.
“Going after it?” Although Yoshio said that, Maruka shook her head.
“It doesn’t matter. Because I want to play with this…” said Yuuka, pointing to the crane machine.
It has many colors and a variety of fluffy dolls.
“I challenge this every time, but I can’t get it every time. Will brother help me get it?”
“This is difficult… Because it’s so soft, there’s no place to apply force…?”
Maruka took out her tiny pink purse and took out her change.
“Please, brother…”
Soft hearted once he was asked to. Unconsciously serious, Yoshio measured the straight and horizontal distances and aligned himself with the large rag doll above him.
“Amazing…”
From behind came a cheer from Maruka. Perhaps by coincidence, Yoshio held the doll tightly and raised it. However, in the next instant, the flimsy doll lost its balance and fell from the back of his hand – “Ah… okay… okay…”
The doll’s strap hooked onto the motorized arm! But that was only a momentary event! Unable to load the weight of the rag doll, the straps came off anyway.
“Ahhh, it’s falling…”
Maruka let out a sigh.
“But the first time you use it, you’re worthy of your brother…”
“No no, coincidence!”
“Ah… but it’s still a shame…”
Maruka angrily made a show of trying to bang on the machine when she suddenly smelled a familiar soap scent approaching.
As soon as I turned around, I found Rio in civilian clothes standing there looking over.
Some slight sweat could be seen on her neck.
“Ah… Rio… going home?”
“Uh…”
Rio nodded to Maruka, then bowed his head in greeting to Yoshio.
“Rio is amazing. It takes thirty minutes to get to the house, and I use to run every day.”
Listening to Maruka’s explanation, Yoshio really felt admiration.
“I really like running! Rio…”
Rio’s face slowly reddened.
“I… only have this advantage…”
“But doing something so seriously is awesome.”
As soon as Yoshio complimented her, Rio said, “I’m… still running, so I’ll go first…”
And so it left.
“Hey! Let’s go play together!?”
Yoshio panicked and tried to talk to her, but probably didn’t hear her, and quickly Rio ran off.
“Sister cooks? She doesn’t know how!”
Yuuka replied with great vigor as she ate the chocolate cake. Since we were arguing about how hungry we were, we went to a nearby coffee shop and had a cup of coffee together. Yoshio wasn’t used to going into coffee shops. The quiet store with classical music playing was full of couples, and Yoshio looked uncomfortable sitting still.
“Why are you asking about this?”
“No, no, Round Spice Reasoning is pretty good at trying to say that Mariko doesn’t know what to do.”
Yoshio scratched his head. The thought of Mariko making a bento for herself was surprisingly unspeakable.
“Sister! Even though she looks like that, she actually doesn’t know how to do housework, and when she cooks, she either burns or deforms, quite a failure, so she says she doesn’t like to cook.”
“Yes, is that so…”
Yoshio’s chest felt hot at the thought of Mariko having to do all these unattractive household chores for him. I once heard that when in love with someone, it’s a female instinct to want to cook for them. Mariko should be interested in herself, and Yoshio’s cheeks reddened at the thought.
“What are you laughing at, brother really…”
Maruka stared at Yoshio’s face.
“Do you like your sister that much?”
“Who said I liked her?”
“Although I didn’t say… I asked a lot about my sister…”
Maruka’s eyes were very sharp.
“Haha… why do you care so much?”
Yoshio, who wants to bring the past with laughter, is not allowed by Maruka.
“Brother, are we in love now?”
He asked a follow-up question.
“What? So direct…”
“For feeling pretty lately.”
“Is bleached and pretty used to describe boys?”
Though he tried to gloss over it, Yoshio was surprised at Maruka’s acumen.
Indeed in those ten days there had been kissing with Mariko and Jumi, and doing that one thing with Sachiko Sensei. It wasn’t uncommon for these behaviors to bring about changes in Yoshio.
Maruka, despite her youth, had a good eye for Yoshio’s subtle changes.
“Hey, answer me. Do you have a favorite person…?”
Looking at Maruka’s big eyes, Yoshio seemed compelled to answer seriously.
“Like… there are girls who say they feel good.”
“Yeah? Who? Who is it?”
All of Maruka’s body stood up, causing the cups on the table to shake a bit.
“Don’t be so nervous… secrets, secrets!”
“What… secret… Brother is so cheap…”
“So what about you, Maruka? Got a favorite man?”
“I… didn’t…”
“What… is it even a secret?”
“Because my brother won’t tell me who he likes?”
Unhappy, Maruka turned her face away to look out the window.
There were a lot of couples walking down the store street.
“Ah, that’s nice… I also want to have a boyfriend soon…”
Narrowing her eyes at her lovers, Yuuka made her feel a little lonely, and Yoshio couldn’t help himself.
“Wonka… come with me to the Christmas concert?”
Yoshio said this.
“Yeah? Really? Niinii…”
Happily turning her face back around, a smile filled Maruka’s face.
“Don’t you have to spend Christmas Eve with your favorite person?”
“Never mind. I want to go to the concert with Maruka.”
On top of the pair of hands that Yuuka had laid on the table, Yoshio folded his hands on top of each other. Maruka, who had just been talking non-stop, suddenly fell silent, and the two of them, just like that, conveyed the temperature of their hands to each other.
“What… no one is there?”
Standing on the stage, Maruka looked around uneasily.
Today is Sunday. The day I had previously agreed to come to see Mariko’s concert venue.
After going to the counter with Maruka to get their passes, the stage was empty.
“That’s strange… what’s wrong with the time?”
The time was one o’clock in the afternoon. Exactly the scheduled time.
The N Citizen’s Hall in the outskirts of Tokyo was just recently built, and everyone says the sound equipment is pretty great.
Thinking of the thousands of Mariko’s fans that would be at this venue, Yoshio realized once again how popular she was.
“Performers are often delayed. If we wait a little longer, Mariko will come too, right?”
Yoshio said as he stepped onto the stage.
Standing on the stage, just looking at the red chairs side by side, Yoshio got nervous.
“Mariko is amazing… to sing in front of so many people…”
“Uh…”
Maruka nodded her head slightly as well. At that moment the lights in the lounge at the back of the stage came on.
“Ah, could Sister be there?”
As soon as I got closer, I saw a note that read “Mariko Segawa” taped to the outside.
“It’s true. Sister…”
Maruka, who opened the door without knocking, stopped moving on the spot.
“What…?”
Yoshio, who was visiting together, also unconsciously swallowed his words.
There was Mariko, dressed in a fluffy white dress, hugging a man in his thirties… wearing a gold necklace and a purple jacket… who looked like an industry professional in his thirties… Mariko’s hand was pressed against the man’s chest, and it was clear that she was resisting a bit.
“Phuong… Phuong Hung…?”
Mariko’s lips weakly called Yoshio’s name.
And so the man whose hand was gripping her waist tightly.
“What? Mariko’s boyfriend! So Mariko isn’t a virgin anymore?”
He whispered and reached down to rub at Mariko’s ass.
“No… ah… ah…!”
Mariko twisted her waist and made a sexy sound. The man looked at Yoshio with somber eyes and a heart of gold.
Perhaps it was the sharp eyes honed by the world of acting, Yoshio unconsciously stepped back.
“Brother… wait!”
Maruka chased Yoshio from behind. Mariko doesn’t seem to be coming out.
(What is this…?)
Disoriented, Yoshio quickly ran down the hallway and collided with someone around the corner.
“I’m sorry… it’s you…”
“Ah, hello Mr. Shimazaki!”
Yuuka said hello to him.
“That… it’s because Sis… just hugged someone in the rest room…”
“Ahhhh!”
Shimazaki nodded with a knowing face.
“That man is the producer, Mr. Kindo. Because the next serial may star Mariko, he came to interview slightly today.”
“An interview? …but the atmosphere is strange…”
Maruka’s voice was trembling. Even though she had seen her sister’s love scenes she couldn’t calm down.
Looking at Maruka’s glazed expression, Shimazaki didn’t react in the slightest.
“You can’t survive in show business if you’re hated by that person!”
Then, he looked at Yoshio with cold eyes: “You guys too, don’t interfere with Mariko. There are a lot of things to consider in order to survive in the acting world!”
Neither Yoshio nor Maruka had the spirit to retort, so they could only casually gloss over it.
In his mind, Yoshio recalled the image of Mariko’s embrace several times.
(Hugging the producer… for work?)
(Kissing me, for what?)
(Can you even sell your body for a job?)
(You said you’d make me a bento… Why did you do this?)
Mariko, who was supposed to be pure and gentle, was groped on the buttocks by the producer and made noises… something that Yoshio could not admit in any way. Moreover, the fact that Mariko did not explain or come after him… was a great shock to Yoshio.
(Is the producer more important than me…?)
Because there were just too many dark clouds in his heart, Yoshio didn’t bother to hide his low mood even though there was Maruka, whose lips were trembling, next to him.
“Brother… I… my feet are shaking and I can’t walk… take a break…”
Look around and realize there’s a dark entrance that says Back Stage Entrance.
“Slightly… rest here for a while!”
Yoshio prodded Maruka.
“Wow, it’s so dark! Brother, it’s scary… you… you go first…”
With her body shrunk into a ball, Yuuka grabbed Yoshio.
For the sake of having only a weak electric bulb lit.
The place down the stairs had chairs made of wood, and Maruka sat down there.
“I can’t believe… that my sister would be the one to do something like that…”
Maruka also thinks she sold her body for the sake of her job.
But, because of that, Yoshio wanted to strongly deny it instead.
“Haven’t even heard any instructions from Mariko’s side yet. Don’t speculate too much!”
“¡Ó Uh, brother ¡Ó”
Maruka’s shifted shoulders fell helplessly with a sigh.
“Sister, it’s really sad. When I signed the contract, I only said I wanted to take pictures, but I don’t know when it became a TV, radio, and singing job… Every day I was very busy…”
Resting her hands on her cheeks, Maruka looked at Yoshio and smiled bitterly.
“Actually! When I met with Mr. Shimazaki today, I wanted to ask him, ‘Please reduce the amount of work your sister has to do…’ but I didn’t say anything because I was afraid!”
“Yuankang… so kind…”
Yoshio walked next to Maruka and bent his back.
Embarrassed, Maruka looked up at Yoshio’s downcast face.
“Brother… Brother, also very kind…”
“Why do you say that about me?”
“Because from before… you waited patiently for me…”
The small-faced Maruka in front of her eyes looked at Yoshio frequently.
“Whenever my brother and sister, the three of us went out together, I was the slowest every time, but my brother would come and pick me up and walk with me hand in hand…”
“Is this… have I ever done this?”
“Eh! …I’m really happy, remember?”
Maruka nodded earnestly, her eyes still glistening with brimming tears in their frames.
“From that time on, I… I decided that I would continue to follow my brother and sister. My brother… will definitely come for me again…”
In a distant memory, Maruka, who was crying behind her back and chasing after her, appeared.
Closely following Yoshio’s figure, sometimes falling down or rushing to get up and catch up.
Yoshio’s eyes lingered on Maruka’s face, the frames of his eyes already filled with tears.
“Brother to… I… do you know why I pursued you so closely…?”
In the face of Maruka’s brave confession, Yoshio doesn’t answer.
Just gently, wrapping his hands around her neck, he covered his slightly open lips with hers. Maruka’s baby-soft lips then tightly compounded on Yoshio’s mouth.
“Oh… brother… mmm…”
From the frame of her eyes, Maruka, who had plucked a tear from her eye, murmured softly.
“Brother… thank you…”
“┅You came to see me?”
“Yeah. Are you okay?”
“Uh-huh, just sleep deprivation, I guess! Just take a nap and you’ll be fine!”
In the health room on Monday, Jumi was the only one, lying on her bed and leisurely looking at the manga. After hearing that she wasn’t feeling well during the morning practice, I hadn’t seen her return to the classroom again, and now her face looked much better.
But seeing Yoshio’s worried eyes, Jumei didn’t look happy.
Of course it is! There’s only a week left until Christmas Eve. Yoshio has yet to formally invite Jumi. So you can imagine that a sense of distrust has developed in her heart towards Yoshio.
The reason why he can’t make an offer to Jumi yet is that he still has that kiss with Maruka lingering in his mind, as well as to that scene yesterday when he saw Mariko, it’s lingering in his mind ah! She hadn’t been to school or called since witnessing that love scene seemingly.
(If you really like me, at least contact me…)
Yoshio’s heart was restless. However, it would be too humiliating if he were to take the initiative to contact her, so he was too embarrassed to contact Mariko.
I was interested in going to the concert, and I told Maruka yesterday, “Let me think about it!”
But now I don’t even have the courage to look Trunks in the face.
Yoshio speculated on how he should state it.
“About Christmas Eve…”
Spoke the words out to Jumei.
“Natsuki already invited me to the Weather Boys concert yay!”
The words spoken by Jumei, who had gotten up and sat on the edge of the bed, came as a shock to Yoshio.
“But… but… I thought the tickets were sold out…”
“Natsuki he said he’ll do whatever he can to get the tickets.”
Jumei raised her head and looked at Yoshio with a provocative and sarcastic look, saying, “What should I do? … No one has invited me to Christmas Eve anyway, so I think I’ll just spend it with Natsuki…!”
Yoshio thought about yesterday, when Natsuki went around trying to raise money… it seems like he’s really willing to bet a lot of money just to buy that ticket!
“What… Joo-mi… wants to spend Christmas Eve with Natsuki… no way!”
“But… Yoshio didn’t come to invite me either!”
An uneasy look came over her face.
“If you don’t come earlier to ask me… I… may not wait for you o…?”
Phuong Hung’s troubled eyes fell on Joo Mi’s chest. Soft and swollen… The softness that I had touched in my hands earlier came back to me. The fact that Natsuki would go to such lengths was not something Yoshio had expected. This wasn’t just any ordinary reservation at a restaurant or a downtown hotel, this was more serious than expected.
However, one could not stand by and watch Jumei be taken away from him.
Spending Christmas Eve with the vivacious Jumei is what he’s looking forward to, ah!
As he racked his brain for a maneuver to bring the dead back to life, the bell rang for class on campus.
“The doctor in the health room, he’ll be back soon!”
Yoshio got up hopelessly. Jumei suddenly spoke.
“Doctor… I’m off today…”
answered in a small voice. There was a slight wetness in the eye frames, looking straight into Yoshio’s face.
Is… is this temptation? Suddenly realizing this, Yoshio hurriedly got up and approached the door of the health care room, locking it behind him.
“So… it’s just the two of us…”
Jumei stared unblinkingly at Yoshio.
“We… have been fighting a lot, and we always seem to have different opinions… I think it’s time for Jean to let us catch each other, otherwise I don’t know what’s going to happen next ah…”
Yoshio, who spat his determination at Jumei, slowly picked up Jumei and started kissing her.
Jumei didn’t resist, her lips taking it silently.
Yoshio smoothly and slowly pushed Jumei’s body back towards the bed.
On the curtain-shielded white bed, Yoshio embraced her in a passionate embrace, kissing and pulling up her white sweatshirt and the sports bra inside.
Larger-than-expected breasts were exposed, and Yoshio’s hands roamed over them.
“Ah… It’s the first time I’ve ever had a man touch me like this…”
Jumei’s breathing began to catch and she swayed her hips in fear.
Probably because of the faint smell of fragrant sweat that wafted out from her chest and between her peaks after the morning exercise practice. Jumei’s nipples were hardening due to her excitement. Yoshio had no intention of stopping, and while sucking on her two cute protruding nipples, he touched her shorts.
“Ah..! I can’t… ah! I’m embarrassed…”
Jumei panicked and pressed down on her slowly fading shorts.
“If we don’t get naked, how can we be one?”
Stroking the soft, shy Jumei’s hair in his arms, Yoshio whispered soothingly.
“But… but… the first time… it hurts…”
Seeing her body stiffen with fear, Yoshio hurriedly tucked a pillow under her waist.
“I read in a magazine that if you put a pillow under your waist, it will ease the pain.”
“Oh… is that so? It’s really more comfortable that way!”
“Idiot, it’s not even in yet!”
“Ah! Yes, heh heh heh heh…”
Yoshio laughed as he started to take off Jumei’s shorts, removing them from her toes. Maybe they were injured during practice? White tape was attached to the underside of her knees, and he kissed them lovingly before slowly lifting her knees upward and adjusting them to fit him.
The softness of her body, Jumei, allowed Yoshio to arbitrarily move to face him on her inner thighs.
Deep within the often-exercised, elastic thighs, the compassionate flowers bloomed.
“I hate… this way… will be seen…”
“Well, I saw everything…”
Yoshio pushed his nose into the crease of her pink flower center and sniffed.
Over the still-open folds, he flicked his hand in a straight line between her two strands.
It’s not as big a petal as Sachiko-sensei’s. It’s the flowery heart of a cute girl!
Jumei rose uneasily and frequently, peering between her two strands.
“Oh, aren’t you afraid of getting dirty…? Does it smell…?”
“Not at all!”
Yoshio pulled the contained skin outward to pick at her as transparent pink stamen as possible, and took the little bean in his mouth. It was quite a sensitive spot, and began to harden under the constant play.
“Ahhh, ah ah ah ah um, ah ah ah um, this is, this is, this…”
Yoshio turns to Jumei, who can’t stand to make a sound, and tells her that’s the stamen.
Just a little bit of work sucking and licking and the bottom of her sweet jug was already wet.
Only a grunt was heard as Yoshio inserted his finger himself, his vagina opening slightly.
“Aaah… Fang Xiong… do you really… want to put it in…?”
“ah ah, ah…”
Yoshio pulled his pants down and stood dazzlingly in front of Jumei.
“Woahhh… it’s so big… There’s no way it’ll fit!”
“Putting it in. Look at me!”
Yoshio started to move with his hand while comforting Jumei with a smile.
“That’s what everyone does…. You see! Two fingers can go in…”
Squeaking and squealing, Jumei’s lustful water rattled around the room.
“Aaah…! ohh A. Feel up ohh…”
Jumei’s body twisted and turned, and Yoshio pressed down hard on her with his foot so that she couldn’t escape. The tip of Yoshio’s finger, which he had pulled out, was covered in goo.
“This is… Joo-mi’s love juice!”
Yoshio put his hand in front of her nose, then stuck his tongue out and licked it.
“Ahhh! No, it’s dirty to lick like that…”
“It’s not dirty at all! Jumei’s ‘there’ is beautiful.”
Yoshio said while bending down and kissed down to Jumei’s flower center which was full of sweet and sour womanly flavor.
“Awwww!”
Jumei shuddered and raised her back. Yoshio heartily stood the front end of that word up and slowly inserted it. But when he reached the center of the flower, probably because of her nervousness, her body became stiff, so that he was never able to enter smoothly.
“Naru…”
Looking at Jumei who showed a pained expression, in order to want to end her pain sooner, he hurriedly strengthened his waist force with force, only to hear a zippy sound, the whole thing entered there.
“Ah… It’s in…”
“Oh, it hurts! What… what… is that pfft sound coming from my body…”
“Maybe it’s the sound of the hymen breaking…”
Jumei’s private passage was quite narrow, and Yoshio’s rod was tightly clamped down.
In order to make a good impression in front of Jumei, although being in the health room made him feel extraordinarily aroused and had the feeling that he wanted to launch himself right away, it would be a shame to do it all at once. It was time to start pumping that dick, and he slowly cranked it to try and please Jumei. The dick that came out of her pussy was stained with a line of blood, proving that she was indeed a virgin.
“Does it still hurt…?”
Jumei clenched her teeth and used the strength of her body to push Yoshio’s rubbing cock outward.
“Aaah… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm…”
However, the nervousness of the first time she had sex still seemed to be present inside Jumei, and she looked at Yoshio with an uneasy look in her eyes.
“It’s okay… wait, it’ll feel good…”
Yoshio soothed her soothingly, then began to gently rock his waist again. He stalked the newly awakened Jumei, pumping his hardening rod back and forth in her pussy.
“ah, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah”
Jumei purred, gradually filling the room with pleasure.
Her cheeks were like peach blossoms that had been reddened, slowly expanding all over her body. When Jumei’s whole body turned pink, Fang Xiong’s dick had already been swallowed whole by Jumei’s pussy.
“Phuong Hung… love you…”
“Joo-mi… me too…”
Yoshio obliviously held, Jumei’s hands on top of her head.
Yoshio, who had been fighting with Jumei all along, defiantly pressed his body against Jumei and his mouth sealed her lips in order to grab hold of naked Jumei’s heart in a different way than before.
” A.A.,…, I can’t…, I can’t ohh…”
Escaping from Yoshio’s mouth, Jumei gasped and purred sweetly.
Jumei murmured a repetitive self-explanatory phrase, and Yoshio’s encircled flower center suddenly shook.
From the tip of his cock, a hot stream of semen ejected, and Yoshio moaned lowly.
Chapter 4 December 21
Upon arriving at school, Yoshio looked at the classroom calendar and sighed.
Feeling like I’ve tried my hardest but still can’t get a girlfriend with only three days left until Christmas Eve.
I didn’t realize I was so indecisive.
The classroom was warm, the monthly exams were over and we were just waiting for the vacation to come, everyone seemed to be at ease.
“Phuong Hung…”
Natsuki and Jumi call out to Yoshio, who has not been able to calm down since the beginning of the morning.
“We’ve decided to go out!”
“Yes? That’s great… Huh? What are you talking about?”
Yoshio looked at Jumi incredulously.
And Jumi daintily held onto Natsuki, looking happy.
“Natsuki-kun he stayed up late every night to help me look all over the internet and finally found me extra tickets, and they’re still in the front row! I’m so touched!”
“Haha, is, is that so?”
Jumei looked at Natsuki adoringly. I didn’t expect Natsuki to be so attentive, I really lost to him!
（What? You gave me your first time yesterday…)
Though filled with resentment, Jumei winked at herself, and Yoshio didn’t know what to say.
Since Natsuki was so serious, Yoshio had no choice but to simply give up.
Looking at the sweaty and shy Natsuki, Yoshio was not jealous, but rather a little envious.
(I am not yet able to treat Joo-mi wholeheartedly like Natsuki…) It’s my own foot in the door, so it’s only right that I lose.
“I wish you all the happiness in the world!”
Yoshio cheerfully blessed the two, and Jumei gave him another sly wink.
“Hey! Rio!”
Yoshio called out to Rio, who walked expressionlessly into the locker room in a corner of the stadium.
It gets dark early in the winter.
Everyone in the athletic department is in a hurry.
Even though the playground will be lit after dark, everyone wants to be done practicing before it gets dark.
“Don’t stay at the club today! Come on a date with me!”
Jumi, the team leader, smiled and encouraged her.
“Yeah! Rio, you need to relax once in a while!”
During her lunch break that day, Jumei asked Yoshio out on the roof.
“Sorry about Christmas Eve…”
She apologizes to Yoshio and begs him about Rio.
“She’s been very depressed lately over her inability to make a breakthrough in speed, you and her have a good relationship, so please help her take the pressure off!”
“Yeah!”
Yoshio said with a nod.
Rio is also one of Yoshio’s favorite girls, so maybe it will be a hit or miss.
“Maybe we’re better suited for a relationship that’s more than friendship but less than love!”
“I’m sorry…”
Jumei said softly.
Without planting a kiss on Yoshio’s cheek.
Yoshio, who has Jumi’s permission, invites Satsuki to a date with open arms.
“I… I have to practice…”
“Let’s call it a day! Don’t you have a sore knee? Don’t force it, I’ll talk to Mr. Fukami on his end.”
“But…”
Rio was hesitating when a loud growl came from behind him.
“Zhongju! Why don’t you change your clothes and warm up?”
Fukumi, dressed in crumpled tights, emerged from the physical education instructor’s room on the first floor of the school building.
“Run!”
Yoshio took Rio’s hand and ran towards the school entrance.
“Wait, wait!”
With that said, Rio still ran out after Yoshio.
As expected of the first chair of the track and field team, Risu had no trouble at all following Yoshio who was running at full speed.
“Zhongju! Is this okay? Are you okay with this?”
Fukai roared as he struck the ground with his bamboo sword.
You could see from a distance that he was angry, too.
Still, Yoshio and Rio ran out of the campus in one breath.
“Great!”
Yoshio grinned excitedly.
“Hee…”
Rio also flicked her lips and laughed for the first time.
“It’s okay, right?”
Rio licked a frosted cone and walked down the store street.
It was bought by Yoshio in honor of her warping club.
Rio said a soft thank you and walked side by side with Yoshio down the cycling floor.
“If I make Fukami-sensei angry, will it hurt someone else? What should I do?”
On a rare date Rio is full of club business.
“I won’t! Even if there’s an eventuality, it’s not your fault, it’s Fukami’s!”
Yoshio said perkily, but Rio looked away as if she was about to cry.
“I need a letter of recommendation from the club teacher because I’m going to sports college, so, I don’t want to upset Mr. Fukumi.”
“Don’t worry, you’re so serious, Shamu won’t write bad things about you.”
“Yes, yes! As long as I run well…”
Rio ate the shell of the cone.
“Have a good time after the ice! It’s so hard to stub your head!”
Yoshio said, pointing to the video game center.
“I… I’ve never been there!”
“I’ll teach you!”
Yoshio touched Rio’s back. Her back was straight because of her regular exercise.
The store was bustling, and with the video game screen flashing with harsh light, Rio squinted uncomfortably.
“Rio has good reflexes, so play whack-a-mole!”
Yoshio handed the mallet to Rio, who timidly took it.
“You watch me play once first.”
Yoshio mallets the gopher as hard as he can to take the pressure off. Hitting fifty-eight and missing only two.
“Your turn!”
“Yes…”
It was just a game, but Rio’s eyes were serious.
Being desperate in everything she does is her personality.
However, perhaps being too nervous and not having enough wrist, he only hit twenty-six.
“Don’t push too hard, just relax.”
Yoshio pitched in another hundred dollars.
“Try again!”
“Yes…!”
Risu gripped his mallet and kept his eyes on the gopher.
“How does it feel to be in a video game center for the first time?”
“So much fun!”
Rio narrowed his eyes and smiled in reply.
Walking out of the arcade center, the sun was setting in the west, orange clouds spreading across the sky.
Yoshio and Rio walk side by side down the shopping street, talking about their thoughts of the day.
“You’re so good, you played gopher ten times!”
“I’m just so obsessive that once I decide, I’m all in.”
“So you’re just as obsessed with your feelings?”
“I… I don’t have a favorite, so how would I know?”
Rio blushed.
“But after playing ten times and still not performing well…”
“That’s because you’re too nervous, just relax and you’ll play well.”
Yoshio’s offhand remark spoke to Rio’s heart.
“I’m always being told that and told not to push so hard, but I don’t know how to do it myself.”
Yoshio had a doubt, so he asked.
“I always get the impression that you’re in a constant state of readiness?”
Risu nodded.
“I’m very unsure of myself, I only know how to run, and I have a gray personality, so I’m always concerned about whether or not I’ll be disliked, and I’m careful to…”
“You’re actually quite popular.”
Risu nodded.
“So you have to learn to like yourself first.”
“What does it take to like yourself? I hate myself…”
“It’s very simple, as long as you live happily every day, like me, I’m happy with my life!”
“I’d love to have a happy life, but I don’t know how to do it right?”
At that moment, the sound of a small child’s laughter came from beside Risu, who had his head down.
At the end where the ride curves over is a children’s playground.
It’s like junior high school kids playing hide-and-seek, Yoshio said to them.
“Hey! Why don’t my brother and sister play with us too?”
“Hurrah! Brother as a ghost! Run away!”
The children dispersed.
“Rio, if you don’t run I’m going to catch you!”
As soon as Yoshio held out his hand, Rio reflexively–
“Whoa!”
Running up while screaming.
“Sister, this way this way!”
The child who climbed the climbing frame waved to Risu.
“Wait for me! Wait for me!”
“Hee hee! It’s going to catch!”
Chasing after him, Yoshio felt Rio’s expression grow more relaxed.
It was an unseen, heartfelt smile.
With the children, Risu smiles so naturally and cheerfully!
“Ah-ha-ha!”
Yoshio, who was so mesmerized by what he was hearing, failed to catch the child he was supposed to catch.
“Senior Shimoda, thank you!”
After it got dark and the kids left, Rio caught the climbing frame and looked Yoshio in the eye sheepishly.
“Running with kids feels so light!”
Sweat was running down Risu’s neck and his hair was plastered slightly wet.
“Now Rio is relaxed.”
“Eh, I know, it’s been a while since I’ve felt this good.”
Risu let out a breath.
“So much has happened so far that it makes me feel easier to keep my heart closed, but it’s still important for people to communicate with each other.”
“Eh, it’s nice to be human.”
Yoshio felt the same way.
Skipping clubs, going to the arcade, playing with children… all these things that you don’t normally do, made Rishu come alive.
Her eyes came to life and a smile hung at the corners of her lips.
“Risu, now, is beautiful.”
“Me?”
Rio shrunk his shoulders.
“Eh, I’m not in denial anymore.”
“Great!”
It doesn’t look like it’s impossible to leave behind the stress of special creation, the inability to break through in grades, and the heartbreak of being an adopted daughter.
Now, Rio has to overcome these troubles on his own.
“Tomorrow, it looks like I’ll be able to run easy and fun!”
“Eh, it’s going to be good.”
“Eh!”
Yoshio put his arm around Rio’s shoulders.
If it had been before, Rio would have shrugged off his hand, but not this time.
Yoshio approached the refreshed Rio and planted his lips on hers.
“I want to be an aid to Rio, so tell me, what’s with the bandage on your hand?”
The changing eyes, intoxicated by the kiss, lost their emotion for a moment.
“I can’t tell you now, but…”
Risu catches his left wrist tightly.
“I’ll tell you one day, please wait for me…”
Yoshio felt that she was harboring other secrets in her mind.
Feeling that the date on the spreadsheet wasn’t enough, Yoshio checked the built-in monthly calendar in his computer.
Today is December 23, the Emperor’s birthday. Holiday.
And, it’s the day before Christmas Eve.
(In a hurry! It’s a rush!)
Yoshio told himself.
I haven’t seen Sachiko-sensei since then, and Jumi and Natsuki are passionately in love, so there’s no hope for either of those two. However, Yoshio still has Mariko, Maruka, and Rio in his heart.
After having a falling out with Mariko, I hadn’t seen her for a few days and hadn’t contacted her despite hanging on to her thoughts.
Kissed Maruka too. It’s not bad to have a love interest who’s like a sister.
Rio also finally opens up, but she seems to have some kind of secret.
Yoshio started to get ready to go out.
Last night, a phone call came from Maruka.
“Tomorrow Sis is going to be on TV for a taping, I have tickets, why don’t we go see it together?”
“What program?”
“It’s a big TV riddle! Know what?”
“Yeah, it’s an old show. I miss it! Is it still on?”
Going to the TV station would allow me to meet Mariko and maybe talk to her.
So Yoshio agreed to go.
“Awesome! See you tomorrow!”
Yuuka was excited.
Yoshio and Maruka both avoid talking about the last time they saw Mariko and the production.
I’m afraid we’ll all be in a bad mood
Worrying about Mariko was too much for Yoshio and Maruka to say.
In front of the TV station at noon, many teenage girls gathered to wait for their idols to arrive. This morning was said to be the first cold front to hit Tokyo this year, so everyone dressed thickly and waited in silence. While people of their age are still waiting in the cold wind, Yoshio and Maruka can easily walk into the TV station just by showing their entrance tickets.
“It’s my first time in television!”
Maruka looked around curiously.
“Where is Studio 6…?”
While wandering down the corridor, he happened to meet the popular harmonizer, Hachirishima.
“Whoa! My doppelganger! Will you take a picture of me?”
Maruka asked Yoshio for help.
“It’s so true that it’s a TV station! Random celebrities.”
Then he took photos with a few more artists, and Yuan Xiang was overjoyed.
She took a lot of effort to dress up, innocent navy blue jacket with pink v-neck sweater and white stockings, she looked like a girl school student. Maruka was always cute when she wore civilian clothes, so Yoshio had a crush on her.
I finally found Studio 6, and people like the assistant director or something were busy with something.
“I apologize for the two hour delay in photography due to a prop check. Here’s a voucher for the basement restaurant, so please go dine and come back in two hours.”
Yoshio and Maruka received their meal coupons and headed for the basement.
“I’m a little nervous, but I’m not really hungry…”
“Me too.”
Walking down the narrow corridor, Yoshio thought of Mariko.
She should be here by now!
So where is she now? What is she doing?
Even though I saw her hugging the producer, I couldn’t help but think of her smile.
Perhaps because she was recording a New Year’s program, Mariko hadn’t been coming to school lately, which was why Yoshio wanted to come here.
“Not Maruka?”
A voice called out to Maruka from behind her, and when she turned around, it turned out to be Shimazaki, Mariko’s manager.
Shimazaki looked at Maruka coldly.
“So you’re here too!”
He looked at Yoshio with contempt.
“Just be a good boy and watch the taping, and don’t talk to Mariko, lest you cause an unnecessary scandal, that’s a headache!”
Yoshio doesn’t respond.
Indeed, even though it’s just affectionate classmates, it can cause trouble for her star.
“Got it, I won’t talk to her.”
“That’s good, and you’d better not go near Mariko’s workplace again either!”
“Why?”
“Because you’re too close, if you’re said to be a couple, her hard-earned image of innocence will be over!”
To Shimazaki, who was concerned about public opinion, Yoshio replied.
“Don’t you worry about it, Mariko’s boyfriend isn’t me.”
“Don’t you care about her?”
Shimazaki pressed.
“This…”
Yoshio looked at Maruka, who was holding onto the strap of her teal-colored bag as if she was worried that they might get into a fight.
Yoshio knew that Mariko worked in this TV station full of performers. But Yoshio also had to recognize the fact that she was in another world that he could not approach. -In contrast, the figure of Marika, who had been accompanying him behind his back, emerged clearly. She is within reach, and she is always watching over her.
Yoshio wrapped his arm around Maruka’s shoulders who was green-faced and biting her lip due to her extreme uneasiness.
“I like Marika, not Mariko.”
Yoshio said to Shimazaki.
Maruka’s shoulders shook as if an electric current had passed through them.
“Wow! It’s a real-size chica doll yay!”
Maruka cheered, weaving in and out of the set.
While wandering in the corridor, I suddenly saw the studio of the popular program ‘3D Itska’, and the schedule at the entrance said that the shooting would take place tomorrow.
Since the door was unlocked, the inquisitive Yuuka ran in to find out what was going on.
This program is a realistic version of the Chika dolls, a series in which the dollhouse is filmed in the size of the real thing. Since she was a little girl, Maruka has always loved Chika dolls, so she was very excited to play with the sideboards and tables in the shed. In the darkness of the room, she enjoys the world of Chika dolls by pointing out the escape light.
“Incredible! I feel so much like a doll!”
A happy-faced Maruka sat on a wooden bench in the living room.
Her legs were wobbling, as if she was content.
Suddenly, she put away her innocent smile and looked at Yoshio seriously.
“Brother. You just said… you like me…”
“Yes…”
Yoshio gave a dry cough, knowing he would be asked!
“I do like Wonhyang…”
“Thank you, brother…”
Maruka blinked and looked up, the pupils of her eyes moist as a kitten’s.
“In that case, let’s do it here… brother…”
“At, at the TV station?”
“Eh, it’s okay, I want to…”
Maruka lifts up her navy blue skirt and pulls her aqua blue shorts down to her feet as Yoshio panics and stops her.
“Stop it! Hey!”
“It’s okay, I want to do it with brother now… so…”
Said Maruka as she lifted up her pink v-neck sweater and loosened her own bra to reveal her breasts.
“Brother, this doesn’t bother you?”
Yoshio stared at the small breasts between the shy Maruka’s elbows, and his femur swelled up for a moment. She was actually not wearing panties!
“Do you have to be here?”
“Uh, sure…”
Maruka sat on the bench and slowly raised one foot. Between her legs, the cute bud surrounded by light hair tightened. And between the buds glittering like diamonds, it was already wet.
“Brother, let me become a woman…”
Yoshio drifted closer to Maruka, who had an innocent face but posed boldly.
“Is it really okay? It might hurt the first time…”
“It’s okay, I want to be united with my brother…”
Yoshio understands that Maruka’s heart is determined.
It says outside the studio that the taping is tomorrow, so no one should be coming in right now.
Yoshio knelt in front of Maruka and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Yuuka was so petite, it seemed as if she was going to shatter if she exerted herself.
Yoshio lowered his head and kissed Maruka’s lips, while his hands went back up to Maruka’s sharp breasts.
“Uh… ah..! Brother…”
The small hand pulling on the sweater trembled with tension and pleasure.
“Pull up yo.”
As Yoshio kneaded them, the white breasts gently trembled up and down in Yoshio’s palms.
“Uh… Why is it obvious that you’re touching my breasts, why there…”
“What’s going on there?”
“It’s more itchy there than on my chest…”
Yuuka’s eyes were misty, her body seemed to be very sensitive, and Yoshio worked harder.
“Then I’ll check you…”
Yoshio lifted Maruka’s other leg and placed it on the chair so that Maruka’s legs were spread in an M font.
“Brother, this position is so embarrassing…”
Maruka’s body trembled, but she didn’t try to close her legs.
Transparent dew cries out.
Still on his knees, Yoshio brought his mouth close to Maruka’s fragrant stamen.
“Don’t… brother…”
As Yoshio’s tongue squirmed, Maruka’s knees kept trembling.
Yoshio hugged Maruka’s lovely knees and sucked on the clear nectar. The oozing love juice was flavorless and sweet tasting.
“Yuankiang itches here, brother will lick it for you.”
“But… it tickles more…”
Maruka bit her finger.
Afraid I’ll scream out.
Her body was very sensitive, and all of a sudden there was wet with nectar, reflecting like a small pearl-like pistil heart.
Yoshio stroked her pistil with his fingers.
“Ah…”
Maruka closed her eyes and bobbed her hips up and down.
“Brother is so good… I want brother…”
Maruka gasped with flushed cheeks.
Without saying a word, Yoshio pulled down the zipper of his pants and pulled out something that was burning with lust.
“You have to put this in later…”
Taking Maruka’s hand and holding it, Maruka stroked it up and down with great interest.
Then, without a word, he hugged Yoshio.
Coiling Maruka’s shifting legs over her back, the front of Yoshio’s parting pressed against the wet fountain.
Slowly, bury the top.
The sturdy buds, chirping open.
“Ah… ah… brother!”
Maruka desperately clung to Yoshio.
Yoshio entered carefully, wrenching the thin petals of Yuuka’s flower with his fingers and burying his manhood.
“Woo-hoo…”
Yuanxiang cried out, holding back the excruciating pain and squeezing her eyes shut. Yoshio stood up with her in his arms.
“Brother?”
“This is called a train lunch…”
Yoshio said holding onto Maruka’s waist tightly.
“Standing like this…”
Maruka looked shyly to the side and held onto Yoshio.
“Brother, you can move…”
“Never mind?”
“Eh, I’m better.”
However, Yoshio’s doppelganger was tightly hooped.
He knew Maruka was still nervous.
Yoshio thoughtfully pulls his rod out slowly and then slowly returns it to Yuuka.
“Um… is something that big really inside me?”
“Really!”
Yoshio slowly lifted Yuuka up.
Because of the standing position, it is more difficult to sprint from the bottom up.
“Ah! Ah! Why is it so big… so… powerful…”
As Yoshio stroked, Maruka gradually accepted Yoshio’s presence.
The vagina, which had been too tight for smooth entry, became slippery and was able to enjoy the fish.
“Aaah… brother!”
Maruka kept calling out to Yoshio, her body trembling with the vibrations.
“I… I felt strange… like I was gradually flying higher…”
“It’s okay, it means you’re excited…”
Yoshio rammed deeper into Yuuka.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!”
Since both of them were still dressed, the soft fabric of Maruka’s navy blue skirt rubbed against Yoshio’s ever-increasing parting.
The warmth of the sensation and the heat from the depths of Maruka made Yoshio unable to hold back his ejaculation.
“Brother… I, I, fly, fly up…”
Maruka clung to Yoshio’s trembling back, feeling the heat of the semen flying inside her.
“Brother, I’m going back…”
Tidying up her messy clothes on one side, Maruka said clearly to Yoshio on the other.
“How did it come to this… I’m sorry to see my sister’s face again today…”
“Then, I’m going back too!”
Standing up only to reach Yoshio’s chest, Maruka lowered her hands and bobbed her head from side to side.
“No, brother, you have to go see your sister…”
“Why? Maruka’s going back, and I’m going back too.”
“Naruhm…”
Sitting back down on the wooden bench again, Maruka used a gentle voice to persuade Yoshio.
“The person that brother really likes… is sister’s…”
“Sh, what are you talking about!”
“Actually, I know… because since I was a little girl, I’ve been following the two of you around!”
Maruka made an incredulous smirk.
It’s like a motherly, acquiescent acknowledgement with a very mature smile.
“I… know that. My brother likes my sister, and my sister likes me. Brother, but both of them are too stubborn…”
Yoshio was silent.
Maruka was surprisingly astute in her observations in this regard.
As Maruka had said, Yoshio’s stubborn unwillingness to confess to Mariko so far was due to his scruples. That is, in accordance with how active Mariko is in the entertainment industry, her focus will surely gradually shift from herself to her career.
“As much as I want Brother Bear and Sister, to become a couple of lovers. But, I…”
Maruka paused her words, her lips trembling slightly.
“I… have also been secretly in love with my brother… That’s why today is the only day… to offer myself to my brother…”
Sentence by sentence, as if she were sobbing from the heart, Maruka poured out her words to Yoshio.
“But… I… I feel like I got my diploma from you today… From now on, I won’t have a crush on you anymore, and I’m going to look for someone I really like!”
“Wonka…”
Yoshio couldn’t say anything, even if he told her “Don’t leave” now, he knew she would still fly away from his palm, he couldn’t keep her.
With her usual cheerful smile, Maruka kissed Yoshio on the cheek.
“Thank you brother! For making me a woman…”
Standing before Yoshio’s eyes, smiling, used to be his cutest little sister, Maruka. However, Yoshio knew in his heart that what shone in her eyes now was the charm of another delicate woman.
“Yuuka… is a woman now. More than me or Mariko…”
Maybe it was compensation for the hymen rupture earlier! Yoshio kept stroking her skinny ass.
The program performed by Mariko, ‘Attack! The Great TV Quiz’ photo shoot, began shortly after Yoshio sat down in the audience.
Mariko surprisingly performed in uniform.
Today’s challenger guests are all schoolgirls, all dressed in regular uniforms for the show.
Mariko warm-ups began, looking at the uniforms in different colors such as green and coffee, in Yoshio’s mind thought.
(Today’s ratings should be very high…)
He thought that it was well known in Japan that a lot of uniform fanatics had appeared recently.
Plus, it’s not often that you get the chance to see a girl in a uniform like this performing on TV, so Yoshio could feel the heart for the producers of this program.
Facing the audience, Mariko looked from left to find right and finally saw Yoshio.
From that moment on, Mariko suddenly broke out into a beaming smile and acted even more lively and active than usual.
Although it was unbelievable that Mariko was acting as if she was a different person, Yoshio was still not used to being watched by many people like this!
Amidst loud applause, the videotaping was finally completed, and Yoshio got up and prepared to leave.
Because after Mariko stealthily went backstage, there seemed to be no other reason to stay.
As he walked alone through the TV station’s lobby toward the glassed-in entranceway, and was about to walk out, a girl suddenly screamed at Yoshio.
“Are you Mr. Yoshio Shimoda?”
“Oh, I am!”
The one who exited and called out to him was, having never met before, a thin, withered, black-looking girl.
“I’m Mariko’s hair stylist… She asked me to deliver a message for her, saying that she wants you to meet her on the roof…”
With only those words, the girl then left.
Could it be a trap set by that sinister manager Shimazaki?
Despite a flicker of thought, he decided to go to the roof, not considering it an extra trip.
Maybe Mariko really would be waiting for him up there, Yoshio thought so.
It was three o’clock in the afternoon when I was called upstairs, there was no wind and the sun was out.
Mariko, alone, stood in the middle of the roof of the Densho Terrace in her Garan uniform.
Long, dark hair, illuminated by the tilted sun, sent out shimmering ripples.
“Oh… oh, long time no see…”
“Uh…”
Yoshio nodded without making a sound.
This meeting with Mariko had been five days since the last time I went to her concert.
Although it was often more than a week without seeing each other during summer and winter vacations, these five days felt particularly long to Yoshio.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he waited every day to notice if Mariko had arrived at school or if she had called for him!
Seeing her being hugged and having her ass touched on a promotional poster is nerve-wracking on the inside, but there’s nothing you can do about it!
At that moment, a beautiful music came from Mariko’s cell phone.
“Oooh… yes… I’ll be right there.”
After hanging up the phone, Mariko turned to face Yoshio again.
“I’m sorry! I have to rush over for the next program…”
She said this and then handed a package from her hand.
Wrapped in a thick pink textured handkerchief shaped like the size of a quadrangle-shaped Kleenex box.
“É… it’s a bento! This morning, I heard from Yuen-hyang that Yoshio would be here, so I…”
“You used not to do that!”
Yoshio Hyakki retorted.
Without even having time to get to school every day, I believe Mariko should be busy as hell.
If he had gotten up specifically to prepare a bento for Yoshio, he would have liked to use that time to let her sleep a little longer.
“I wanted to eat with you, but I couldn’t leave without you!”
Embarrassed, Mariko pushed the package into Yoshio’s hand.
“┅Thank you!”
“Oh… it won’t take much effort… you eat it! But it’s not well done…”
With that, Mariko, who was heading in the direction of the stairs, suddenly turned around and came back.
“About… recently… I was backstage at the theater company with a producer…”
Mariko narrowed her eyes, her vision focused not far from Yoshio.
Is it because you’re afraid of Yoshio’s reaction? It seemed a little uneasy.
“That producer is from the Spring Theater, and he wants me to audition for the lead role…”
“Hm, is it an audition for a love drama?”
Immediately, the disgust was brought out, which clouded Mariko’s eyes.
“… that’s right… it’s a kissing scene… he told me to try out how good a performer I am when I’m with a man… who isn’t my favorite…”
“There’s a kissing scene, huh?”
Mariko pulled up her long hair, then tucked it behind her ear.
“¡Ó Not just a kissing scene, but a little bit of bed…”
“What! Turn down something like that!”
Yoshio couldn’t help but yell at Mariko.
“But… Mr. Shimazaki said that this is a great opportunity… and… if you’re eliminated by that famous producer, you won’t be able to survive in the art world…”
“Does it really not matter to Mariko? First a nasty producer asks you to do practice for a love scene, and then a love scene with an actor you don’t like, is that really what you want?”
“But…”
It took Mariko a while to open her mouth, probably because she was on the roof! It made her mouth feel so dry.
“If I told you that I didn’t hate it, it would be a lie, but… because it’s my job…”
“I don’t really know about all that, ooh, if it’s work, go for it!”
Yoshio turned his head in the other direction as soon as he finished speaking in one breath.
Although she knew that she was angry at Mariko in an ugly behavior because of jealousy, she couldn’t control herself.
Mariko stood at attention as if she didn’t know what to do, but her cell phone, as if hypnotized, rang again, and she opened the door bolted to the stairs.
“Phuong Hung… I still want to talk to you… at night… call again…”
Yoshio purposely pretended not to hear it, and took a seat on the bench with the name of a certain drink printed on it.
After hearing the sound of Mariko’s feet in the distance, he opened the bento.
He was already hungry because he missed using the meal rolls given out by the TV station.
Foods such as flower stalks cut at different lengths, omelettes with burnt edges, seaweed that was not long enough, sushi with white rice exposed, and so on were packed in the bento lunch box.
“Sister, I don’t know how to cook…”
Yoshio suddenly remembered, what Maruka had once said.
She’s not a good cook, so did she really come to make this bento for Yoshio?
The omelette seemed to have too much sugar in it and felt too sweet. The sushi, on the other hand, had too much salt and was again too salty.
But Yoshio didn’t let that stop him.
When all the dishes inside were swept away, at the bottom of the white bento container, he found a note.
They were tickets to Mariko’s concert tomorrow, Christmas Eve.
And it’s the front row!
An incredibly warm feeling filled Yoshio’s chest and body… at night…
The phone in the room, ringing… ringing… halfway through the ringing, Phuong Hung snapped the microphone up.
Because he had been waiting for Mariko’s call.
To pass the time waiting, he cleaned up the messy room that had manga or photo books scattered everywhere.
What are you doing? It’s already ten o’clock at night.
（”Oh, at first I thanked her for her delicious bento…”
He had even thought about the conversation at the beginning.
However, what came from the other end of the receiver was a voice that was much lower than Mariko’s.
“Is… is that Mr. Shimoda?”
“Is that voice… is that Rio?”
“Yes…”
Risu was silent for a while after that.
“Senior, we’re going to do the Twister dance. Can you come over here?”
Coming from the other end.
“Huh? What are you doing so late?”
“But now’s the best time, I want to ask my senior to come and see it! And, if it’s possible, I’d like you to bring the camera too!”
“Camera?”
“Yes, yes. Wanted to confirm the pose, so I’m going to take a picture!”
“… oh…”
Rio’s voice should have been tense, not like what I’m hearing right now, where it’s being swallowed hard in my throat!
Yoshio was glad that she was able to be more animated than usual, and hoped to see a new vivacity in her.
But… he had to wait for Mariko’s call.
He didn’t want to stay in the room if he could… but… “Can’t I?”
Satsuo, who was careful, realized that Yoshio actually wanted to help her and asked.
School is closed today, so she should be practicing alone, alone!
“I’ll come over. But if you want to see it, it’s better to use a VCR than a camera!”
“Yes… then I’ll bring my home video recorder!”
“Please…”
Rio took a deep breath and spoke to Yoshio with deliberate emphasis.
“Senpai..! No matter what happens, I hope you’ll film it for me!”
“Whatever happened to falling or twisting your foot?”
“Oh… yes! Then I’ll trouble you!”
Chomp! Yoshio could feel that the phone was hung up roughly.
(Though as inexplicable as always… was there another reason?) On the other hand, after hanging up the phone, Satsuki walked back with trepidation.
In the corner of the late-night rest house, there was a huge figure approaching with Rio who had just made a phone call under the tree.
The gym was lit only in spots, and in the darkness huge shadows slowly enveloped her.
“That’s good… Are you really in touch with your parents?”
A rough, low-grade voice said to Rio.
Tell them that there’s a Christmas dance tonight and that they’ll be staying at a friend’s house… Fukai, who kept licking his tongue, approached at Rio.
“Come on… Tonight, I’ll make you very happy…”
Fukai took a step closer to Rio, who had retreated to the wall.
“No… don’t!”
Risu still kept trying to back up, but with a large wall behind her, she was only able to lower her body down.
“You’ve been sneaking away from practice a lot these days, are you messing around with that Shimoda guy?”
Deepak’s thick lips leaned into Risu’s head.
“Anyway, ah! You’re not a virgin anymore for a long time! It doesn’t matter if that place is loose, even if you’ve been raped! I’ve been stocking up lately!”
Fukai pulled down the lariat and pulled out the dark, oily, already erect cock.
(Mr. Shimoda! …)
Rio inwardly cried out Yoshio’s name and screamed her eyes shut.