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June was coming fast, and it looked like graduation day was approaching. The weather was irritatingly hot, and Jyoshi, who was taking a nap, knew full well that he was dreaming, a side of the world torn between sleep and wakefulness, not intending to wake up or go to sleep for a while, and trying his best to be as hesitant as he could be in the semi-consciousness of the moment.
The early summer midday sun was streaming in through the window, hitting his eyelids as he lay on his back, and there was a “blah blah blah blah blah blah” sound, probably the wind blowing through them. Although he was aware of it to this extent, he still stayed in the dream, thinking that it was a very rare and special experience. He reveled in it, as if he were not a man of sickly nerves who could not easily have reached such an honorable state. Gradually and gradually he began to gather his thoughts together, to change the vision of the moment to a more bewitching woman.
So, in the darkness of the background, like a child’s soap bubble, countless beautiful bubbles reflecting colorful neon rainbows came out, and on top of the biggest bubble, at some point, there was a clear reflection of a buttock wrapped in black pants, a woman’s very plump, round buttock, with a warm, pearl-like texture between its delicate dimples and the black buttock sitting on my face…
“It’s wonderful, it’s wonderful, I love big asses, it’s so true, I wish I could always fall asleep like this…”
However, the moment Jyoshi thought so, all of a sudden he opened his eyes and woke up. While feeling the sadness of a soap bubble bursting, he closed his eyes as hard as he could to try to salvage the phantom that had dissipated into the void.
He got up lazily, “What a heavy ass…” He looked out of the window at the clear sky: “Isn’t the most beautiful place in the world a beautiful ass?”
The house he lived in was a one-room apartment in an ugly house in a crowded alley, full of dirt between the alleys, perennially silted up with a damp stench that evaporated and filled the air.
He pulled out of a drawer a carefully stowed paper packet containing a photograph of his own face, which had been rubbed all over with creases.
“That’s Proton’s ass sitting on it.” Netsuyoshi used to sneak a picture of himself into the compartment of Proton’s bicycle cushion. Every time he saw Proton riding her bike to and from school, “Her plump ass in black pants is sitting on my short face…” he was incredibly excited.
After a week of removing it, it was already crumpled.
Proton was the girl with the fullest ass in the senior high school. Other than her ass, what impressed Jyoshi the most was her face and neck that were as white as cream.
“Leftwood would beat the shit out of me if he knew a kid thought so much about his horse.”
Zozoki is Proton’s boyfriend, the high school’s soccer captain, basketball captain, and track star. But Zozoki thanked Jyoshi yesterday because Zozoki graduated with flying colors. Jyoshi did all his homework for him and wore notes for his exams. The whole school knows that Jyoshi is Zorzoki’s little follower because he tries his best to do whatever Zorzoki asks him to do, and he does it fast and well.
Proton does the same thing. But instead of Proton doing all her own homework, she just asked him to run errands and buy things for her, like snacks lah, candies lah, whatever. Jyoshi knew that Proton liked to dispatch him and he meant to do anything for her.
The others used to laugh at Jyoshi because he used to follow Zozoki and Proton’s asses, carrying Proton’s huge pile of books and stationery in his arms. He was very short and Proton always had a lot of books, so he followed them every time. Jyoshi’s least favorite part was when Zozoki and Proton met their friends and stopped to talk, and he had to stop and stand behind them too, like a complete fool. Jyoshi felt humiliated when he tried not to let the pile of books fall from his arms while Zozoki and Proton were talking and laughing with their friends.
ZuoZuoWu liked to tease Jyoshi as a clown in front of everyone, when Jyoshi said something stupid, he always patted Jyoshi’s head and said, “Stupid pig.” When the hostage spoke to Jyoshi, Jyoshi was always red in the face and could not speak. Zozoki would slap him on the back of the head and say, “Get lost, stupid.” This always made the other boys laugh.
Sometimes the prank-loving boys also loved to make fun of Jyoshi, taking turns pulling and twisting his ears until he fell or ran home in a heap.
It wasn’t just the boys who loved to make fun of him; in fact, the girls were perhaps even more cruel than the boys. They loved seeing their boyfriends play pranks on Netaji, which often led to happy laughter. “They probably get off on it!” Jyoshi thought nastily.
Proton really likes how Zozoki treats Jyoshi, which Jyoshi is convinced of; she likes to lie to Zozoki and slander Jyoshi because of it, in order to just watch Zozoki beat up Jyoshi in a fit of pique.
Once Proton told Zozoki that Jyoshi wanted to touch her breasts. It was a big lie Jiyoshi never dared to make a move on Proton, and Proton knew it in her heart. Jiyoshi just accidentally didn’t stand still and his fingers lightly touched her breasts. Zozoki knew in his heart that Jyoshi didn’t have the guts to touch Proton’s tits, but he still beat Jyoshi to his heart’s content in the dining hall.
The dining hall superintendent takes the two of them to the inspector’s office, but Jyoshi exonerates Zozoki, saying they were just fooling around. The inspector doesn’t believe Jyoshi because he still has blood on his lips and ebony marks around his eyes. In the end, Jyoshi is so angry with the inspector for taking him too seriously that he doggedly tells the inspector that they were just playing around. In the end, the inspector just had to take his word for it and filed a report stating that the two were playing horseback riding.
Jingshi heart is burning, ZuoZuoMu so roughly treated himself, but he is like an idiot for him to exonerate him. He really wished that he could take the initiative to scold the other party, and even roll up his sleeves and stroke his shoulders, but he really didn’t have the guts to do so, so this loser, Zuo Zuo wooden and proton will constantly make fun of him, and he faithfully followed proton and Zuo Zuo wooden’s ass in and out of the campus.
But not everyone on campus likes Satsuki and Proton, for many they are just a bunch of rich dudes. Some people advise Jyoshi not to be an idiot: “Proton is just using you!”
“She doesn’t deserve what you’re doing to her!”
Jyoshi also hated himself and was surprised at his own perversity and weakness of character. He also had moments when he repented and his heart was in a hurry, when he pulled himself together violently, and soaked in the library for three or two days; unfortunately, his mind became as dull and heavy as a stone, and just when he wanted to do something, he wandered away for a moment, and his mind endlessly depicted all kinds of things that were so terribly morbid and absurd that before his eyes there were the plump cheeks of the protoness, the rounded disk of her face, the cruel and twisted petulance that she presented, then the her full and ponderous buttocks, sitting on his face and squeezing his features.
It is not until the end of the school year that Proton and Zabiki’s relationship develops a major rift. One of Proton’s friends told her that Zabiki was making out with other girls, and a long, heated argument ensued between Proton and Zabiki; in the end, Proton became angry and said she would never see him again.
Netoshi was very excited when he heard the news: his chance had come. He always remembered what a book said: “The swan is always eaten by the first toad.” He was going to ask Proton for a date! But he had to work up the courage.
Finally, one day, at a fast food restaurant off campus, Jyoshi is eating alone when he sees Proton and his two best friends, Teruko and Rika, walk in. Jyoshi’s blood began to rise, and he had to work up the courage to ask Proton to the graduation dance. He sensed that if he didn’t say something this time, he would never get another chance. But he didn’t dare say it in front of Teruko and Rika, he had to confess to Proton alone.
Finally, his chance came: Teruko and Rika went to the restroom together, leaving Proton sitting alone at the counter. After seeing the shadows of Teruko and Rika in the restroom, Jyoshi got up and walked behind Proton, who had just ordered her food.
“Hello! Proton.” He called out with a red face.
Proton turned back to Jyoshi and immediately wrinkled her nose when she saw him, “Huh?” Her tone was clearly tinged with disgust, “It’s you.”
“Can I… can I carry your tray?” Jinki asked in disappointment.
“Sure! And you can pay the bill for me.” She said, tossing her hair back and walking into the dining room.
After Jyoshi paid their bill, he picked up his heavy plate and followed her. Proton took a seat in the corner of the restaurant, and Jyoshi sat in the chair diagonally across from her.
“What are you doing?” When Jyoshi’s butt was just about to dip the stool, the protector said angrily, “Get out of here!
I don’t want anyone to see me sitting with you!”
Netsuyoshi summoned up enough courage to ignore her anger, “Proton! …Before I go, can I ask you…” He almost risked his life, his voice trembling as he squeezed out the following words: “Since you and Zorzoki have broken up, I… I’d like to ask you to the graduation ball!”
Proton burst out laughing, and Jyogi’s heart sank to the bottom of the sea: “I should have expected her to laugh at me… poor me, I still had illusions.”
Proton stopped laughing and her eyes rolled back in her head as she stared at Jyoshi’s head, “Jyoshi, I know I’m liked,” she said, unable to hold back her laughter, “but listen, I’m never going to date you! You give me the willies.”
Proton took a bite of the tasty burger, chewing it gracefully before swallowing it down: “Okay, I’ve said it, get out of here!”
At that moment, Teruko and Rika came out of the restroom, “Hey, what’s he doing here?” Teruko called out.
Proton grinned, “You’re not going to believe this! He’s asking me to prom!” They all burst out laughing.
“I mean, Proton, don’t hang us up!” Rika said after recovering from her laughter, “Come on, did you promise?”
“Of course not!” Proton rebelled, a heartfelt expression on her face, “I’ve already told him twice to get lost!” She picked up a piece of fillet and threw it at Jyoshi’s nose, which bounced off and landed in Jyoshi’s lap, the girls’ laughter immediately causing some of the customers to look up.
“Get lost!” Proton barked, “Go back to your home, to your library, or play with yourself, and don’t disturb my appetite here.”
As Jyoshi got up to leave, Teruko threw a piece of fillet at him, hitting him right in the hair, and they cheered, “2 rings!” Rika shouted. Jyoshi sadly took off the fillet from his hair and walked out.
The night before the prom, Proton and Zozoki made up. Netoshi didn’t attend the prom, but he heard they had a great time.
After graduation, Jyoshi’s life changed dramatically. He traveled to Tokyo to start his college life, Tokyo was a long way from home, but Jyoshi loved his new surroundings. College was much easier for him than high school; after all, no one knew him here, and he could start a completely new life, which had never been as peaceful as this since high school.
Jyoshi majored in computer engineering, and spent four years in college with ease. In high school, he was ridiculed for being a “nerd”, but in college, he finally tasted the fruit of hard work. He had few close friends and never socialized closely with others, even in the same dormitory, he didn’t talk much. He didn’t come to the university to make friends, but to study here.
Apart from his studies, the only thing Jyoshi thought about was a photo of Proton cut from a high school graduation photo. Proton in the photo was not very clear, there was something hazy and fluttering on his face, and his entire face, whether it was his eyes, nose, or mouth, seemed to be covered with a layer of film, appearing blurred and without strong and clear lines.
During the first two years of college, Jyoshi was still in love with Proton, even though she was studying at a distant university. Often, he would look at Proton’s picture at night before going to bed, and without realizing it, he would feel the urge to look at it: “It’s so beautiful! It’s so bright and classically beautiful…” Jyogi scrutinized the photo so carefully that even his own vision became blurred.
So he pressed the pillow on his own head and put the heavy quilt on top of it, “This is how Proton’s plump ass felt sitting on his own head in the photo… It should be even heavier…” he fantasized, “Proton’s white pattered face should have a look of disdain on it. ” This excited him so much that he squeezed his penis under his underwear, and he soon climaxed.
But from his third year of college, Jyoshi’s thoughts of Proton began to fade, and though he still thought of her from time to time, as time went on, his energies became more and more focused on his studies.
When Jyoshi finally graduated from college with high honors, the university wanted to retain him to continue his education, and recruiters from major companies offered him lucrative offers. But after receiving his diploma, Jinkichi made his own choice: due to his family’s difficult circumstances, he decided to work right away. There were dozens of companies to choose from, but he chose a smaller software company in Tokyo: “It’s easier to get into the heart of a project when you work for a small company, isn’t it? It’s a good way to get into the heart of a project, and the pay is good too.”
Upon entering the workforce, Jyoshi was quickly appreciated and his salary soon began to grow, but it seemed as if he wasn’t adjusting to the sudden arrival of financial affluence and wasn’t in a hurry to purchase a limousine or a house. “Always be frugal, as mom says.” He put all his money in the bank, and his plan was to save enough to retire at 50.
Time flew by and it was another 5 years. Jyoshi loved his job so much that he worked overtime at the company every night and the company kept paying him handsomely for his expertise and contribution.
But money and work didn’t make up for everything in his mind. In his personal life, he barely made any progress, and at the age of 27, he was still a virgin. He’s still too shy to go out with girls, and although he’s had a few dates, the other person wasn’t the girl he had in mind and was mostly interested in his money, and he doesn’t know when he’ll be able to meet the person he truly loves.
But fate seems to have jokingly changed his life.
One winter, Jyoshi came home to visit his mother. His father had died when he was a child, and his mother had raised him. Since he had become financially wealthy, he had hired a nanny for his mother and bought a more comfortable house. It was snowing heavily that winter, so on his first day home, Jyoshi promised his mother to clear the snow from the front door for him.
Jyoshi, who had been in Tokyo for a long time, faced the gentle hills and blurred sunset of his hometown, and felt very pleasant, even though the coldness of his body invaded him. It was then that he saw Proton.
Proton must have gone home to see his relatives as well, because he saw Proton shoveling snow on the side of his house. The Snow White in Jyoshi’s mind was still so beautiful, the side of her cheeks looked slightly reddish and transparent in the winter sunset, the neck that the scarf did not cover was white in color, and her slender figure still had full breasts and hips visible under the winter coat.
Jyoshi’s blood began to tide from his heart to his face, and the memories of the past were so overwhelming that he froze there, unaware of the snow shovel slipping to the ground in his hands.
Proton didn’t notice him, and Jyoshi took one step forward, his breathing becoming more and more rapid with each step.
This was the first time he’d met her in 10 years, and he wondered if the Proton would still treat him as badly as she had before, or if she had matured and was no longer the mischievous little girl she used to be?
Proton’s face finally lifted and she saw him, “Jyoshi!” She called out, “Is it really you?”
The cold white air exhaled draped around her cheeks.
“¡¡Hi! Proton!” He was still the same as before, barely able to speak in front of her.
But he was very happy that Proton didn’t wrinkle her nose in disgust. On the contrary, she smiled again, her eyes shining brightly, “I heard that Jyoshi is doing a great job, isn’t that right?”
“Oh, it’s not bad… I’ve finally been recognized by my superiors… What about you? How’s the Proton doing these days?”
Proton gave a slightly unhappy expression: “I’ve been busy. I recently quit my job, and there’s a company here that’s going to want me next week. I still need to send in my resume, though.”
“I heard that you and Zozoki got married?” Jyoshi asked carefully, “How is he?”
“Haven’t you heard? I’m divorced from Zozoki.” She said, and Jyoshi’s ears popped like knives. “But I still like him.” She said, looking out at the distant sky as if she was lost in thought: “But you know him, he always cheats on me. I’m sick of it.”
“Oh, I’m sorry…”
Proton sighed and said, “Don’t worry about me. Once I get this job, everything will be fine. I’ll move out of my bachelor pad and get a new house.”
Proton seemed rather melancholy, and this gave Jyoshi courage. He had often fantasized that he would be able to save her in times of trouble, and now he felt that the moment was at hand. Proton seemed to be in financial trouble, and although she was very careful not to show the slightest sign of it, Jyoshi sensed it: “I happen to have plenty of money.”
“Can you treat the protector to a dinner tonight?” Netoshi had never been so confident.
“Oh, not today, I have to go. Maybe next time!” Proton replied.
“Proton! Please.” Netsuyoshi asked doggedly, “Maybe it’ll be another decade before we see each other again.”
Proton made a slight grimace and looked at her watch : “Alright, let’s have a cup of coffee then.” Jyoshi felt like his body was going to float.
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Jyoshi is incredulous during his coffee date with Proton! Proton never showed his usual disgusted expression towards him. They talked to each other about their memories from high school, and although those memories weren’t very pleasant for Jyoshi, he was still very pleasant. When Proton’s treatment of Jyoshi was mentioned, she just kept smiling.
“I can’t believe it,” Proton said with a mischievous tone, “I was so bad! How could Jyoshi stand it?”
“Because I’m crazy about you.”
“Hmmm…” pouted Proton, “Obsessed?” Her eyes narrowed into slits: “Well, what about Jyogi now? Is Jyogi still as enamored of me as he was before?”
Jyoshi sensed that this was a dangerous question, would it be possible to tell her that he had never gotten over her? He suddenly realized that he had never stopped loving the protagonist, he had just buried the emotion deep in his heart.
He thought that work would enable him to gradually forget her, but tonight it all came rushing out of his heart. And it was at this very moment that Proton, sitting across from him, asked him this question that he wasn’t sure of himself!
“Why don’t you say something, Netaji? Tell me about your love experience.” Proton asked again.
“Okay… Proton, but it’s too embarrassing to talk about this…”
Proton grabbed him by the arm: “Say it, Jyoshi! It’s just a simple question. Are you still obsessed with me like you used to be?” She sounded forced, just like she did in high school.
Jyoshi took a deep breath and said, “Proton, you should have felt it. I’m still obsessed with Proton, just as I was in the past. And, it won’t change in the future.”
Proton smiled slightly, “Really? Jyoshi. I’m truly honored.”
They were silent like that for a minute, neither one of them saying anything.
Netoshi realized that Proton was waiting for him to speak, “emm…” he said, “So how does Proton feel?”
“Feel what?” She asked.
Jyoshi’s face burned a little, “I’ve told Proton how I feel, what does Proton think?”
“I’ve already said I’m honored.” Proton said in a serious manner, “What else do you want to know?”
“EMM… I want to know how Proton feels about me.” Netsuyoshi couldn’t believe he had asked such a question, and he immediately felt a twinge of awe.
“Well, I think I like Netaji better too.” She said with a nod.
“What?!” Jyoshi couldn’t believe his ears, “Proton likes me better too? But I always thought you hated me!”
“No, Netaji, I don’t hate you, in fact, I’m jealous of you.”
“Jealousy? Proton, I don’t know what you mean.”
“You see, Netaji has always been a good student, and look at you now, a marvelous engineer, I always thought you’d be very successful…”
Jyogi’s head immediately felt like it was in the clouds, and he was flattered by the protector’s feelings for him: “Does the protector still think so?”
“I think so.” Proton said, “I think Jyoshi has lived a very meaningful life. Me, on the other hand, I’m not even 30 yet, I’ve already been married and divorced. And Zozoki is just a useless guy who can’t keep his job, he just sits at the bar and drinks with his gang of hooligans. I was stupid to marry him in the first place.”
“But it’s not Proton’s fault. As you said, Zozoki has been lying to you, and you have the right to divorce him!
He is not worthy to be your husband.”
“I know,” the proton sighed at length, “but he’s so good in bed.”
Netoshi almost dropped his glasses on the floor. Proton ate and laughed, “I was joking! Don’t be so nervous, Jyoshi.”
Netoshi let out a long breath: “So she was joking.” He couldn’t believe his luck, everything had changed so much in 5 years. He sat there for a while, not saying a word, and finally, he gathered the courage to ask, “Proton, can I ask you out again?”
“Sure!” Proton said, “I guess that’s kind of fun.”
The weeks that followed were so sweet that it was as if the songs on the radio had been written for him, and no winter had ever been so happy. He and Proton had a weekly date, and since Proton’s workplace was a two-hour drive away, each week Jyoshi would drive to the date, and the trip seemed short and full of fun.
But there was none of the usual intimacy of a boyfriend/girlfriend date between them, and Jyoshi was afraid that he might have offended Proton by messing around, so he didn’t even dare to move easily. Jiyoshi puts his money saving plan behind him and keeps buying expensive gifts for Proton. Proton loves them very much and is very happy that Jyogi is so generous to her.
Though Proton didn’t loathe Jyoshi as much as she once did, and though she was smiling and laughing around her, she still seemed so unattainable. Proton no longer dressed like a young girl, but like a mature woman. She liked to wear black or blue facecloth gowns that encased her voluptuous body, crystal necklaces glittering around her plump neck, and she smelled wonderfully beautiful.
Jyogi felt that the protector’s body was filled with the temptation of flesh and sex. From time to time, he could see certain parts of her body, such as around her neck, her elbows… Although they were only glimpses, they constantly aroused him, as if they were separated by a wall of glass, which appeared to be so very close, but was an insurmountable obstacle. No matter how desperate he was, he couldn’t even touch her with one finger.
This desire causes Jyoshi to keep spending money. A month later, Jyoshi planned to surprise Proton by purchasing a small cottage with 2 bedrooms. Then, on a weekend night, Jyoshi couldn’t control his impulse and took the key to the cottage and handed it to Proton before he even ordered. However, he didn’t expect that he wouldn’t get a warm hug; instead, Proton gave him a look with a disgusted expression. Looking at the key in her hand, she frowned.
Netaji’s heart sank as he wondered what he had done wrong.
“I think you’re moving too fast, Jyoshi.” Proton said, “It’s too much.”
“Proton, listen to me, I’m just trying to take care of you.”
“But you’re not my father.” Proton retorted, smoothing her hair back and saying, “I don’t need any man, especially you, to take care of me.” With that, she stood up and left the restaurant, leaving Jyoshi sitting at the table with his mouth open.
Three days later, Proton finally deigns to answer Jyoshi’s call.
“Proton, I’m sorry!” As soon as he heard Proton’s voice, Jyoshi began to desperately apologize, “I don’t know how to say this I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just wanted to make you happy.”
On the other side of the phone, Proton didn’t speak for a long time. Finally, she spoke, “Jyoshi, I don’t know if I can ever be serious about a man again.” She said, “You’re a wonderful young man, but I just don’t know.”
“Proton, I’m not forcing you to do anything,” explained Jyoshi, “but you know my heart, and I mean to wait.”
“Just a moment, Jyoshi, there’s a knock at the door.”
Jyoshi waits for Proton to answer the door, he hears Proton talking to someone but can’t really hear who she’s talking to.
A minute later, Proton returned to the phone.
“Who is it?” Netaji asked.
“No one,” she sighed casually: “A neighbor came to borrow some candy.”
“Uh-huh.” Then Jyoshi waited for Proton to speak, but on the other side of the phone, Proton stayed silent, and just like that they were silent for a few seconds. Jyoshi didn’t dare to bring up their relationship for fear of pissing off Proton again, but not wanting to change the subject too falsely, he just waited.
Finally, the hostage broke the silence: “Jokichi, you intend to marry me someday, don’t you?”
Netsuyoshi couldn’t believe his ears, and it took him a few seconds to realize what Proton had said. He wanted to say something, but his throat felt so tight that he couldn’t get anything out… “Proton, it’s my greatest dream to have you as my wife.” Finally he spoke, “But, Protonix won’t…”
“Who says I don’t mean it?” Proton suddenly interrupted him, “Maybe I’ll get married someday? Who knows? I’m just saying, I’m not ready to get married again right now.”
Jungi couldn’t believe that these words were spoken to him by Proton himself: “… Proton, I told you, I can wait for you. I mean to wait for you forever.”
“Okay, Netaji, speaking of waiting for me, right now I have something very important to do,” her voice became happy again : “Netaji, if you mean to continue our conversation, then wait for me by the phone for a few minutes. “
Proton put down the phone and Jyoshi waited, for a good 20 minutes or so. He strained his ears to hear what Proton was doing, but all he heard was a very strange sound, as if Proton was watching some kind of pornographic video. Jyoshi began to think of very odd possibilities, because he could have sworn he heard moaning and the bed creaking, but the sound was so far away that Jyoshi wasn’t sure, maybe it was the background sound of the TV or something.
But his imagination surpassed everything, maybe it was a pornographic video? But could it be that Proton was having sex with someone and leaving him here waiting for a call? He tried hard to push that ridiculous thought out of his head. But then Proton’s body came to mind; since her marriage, Proton had become even more voluptuous and sensual, her every move smelling of sexual desire. He instinctively sensed that Proton had a very high sex drive. Maybe she really was a natural slut with the pure white face of an angel?
Finally, Proton returned to the phone, “I’m sorry, Jyogi,” she said with a slight gasp in her voice, “but an important matter had to be dealt with…”
“What was that sound?” Netaji asked hesitantly.
“What’s that noise?”
“I thought I heard something.”
Proton said with slight impatience, “Why are you so sensitive? There’s no sound, I just have something important to do.”
“Okay, Proton,” Jyoshi asked, “when can I see you again? Are you busy tonight?”
“Yes, Jyoshi, I’m not available tonight.” Her words were tinged with a giggle, “I’m going to be very, very busy tonight.”
“What about tomorrow?”
“I’m not free tomorrow either, so why don’t we do it on Wednesday, and you can take me to that Chinese restaurant for dinner, okay?”
“Great!” Jyoshi said, “Proton, I hope you won’t be mad at me for what I said.”
“Okay.” Proton said, a smile in his words.
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Jyoshi wondered how far his relationship with Proton would go. For some time now, compared to how Jyoshi had treated Proton, Proton had hardly manifested any special feelings towards him.
But from time to time, Proton would tease Jyoshi about her infatuation: “Jyoshi, tell me,” she asked, wrapping her fingers around the curls of her hair, “you’re infatuated with me with all your heart, aren’t you?”
“I swear, Proton.”
“MMM… that’s good. So are you going to do anything for me?”
“Yes.” Although Jyoshi felt that the protector was teasing him, he answered seriously.
“Do you mean to wipe the sludge off my shoes with your shirt?”
“I mean it.”
“Do you mean to swim across the rough sea for me?”
“ intention.”
“Do you mean for me to find a strong, handsome man and do nasty things with him?”
“What??”
“I’m kidding, Netaji.”
Jyogi noticed that other men often came up in Proton’s conversations. She didn’t say that she was dating other men, but she would often mention men she met at work… or when we were eating at a restaurant, she would point to a handsome man passing by the window and say, “Oh, he’s so handsome! Look at his ass, Jungi.”
Netsuyoshi always said nothing, and in his heart, he was unbearably jealous. Even compared to Proton, he was kind of skinny and lacked charisma in his looks.
“Protoness already had a big ass, but it’s gotten even fatter this time around, and men like me can only kneel at her feet and worship her. If her snow-white fingers touched me lightly, I would not only be ecstatic, I would be terrified…”
Finally, one day, Proton decides to move into Jyoshi’s newly purchased apartment, but she makes it clear that she isn’t going to make any promises because of it. Proton emphasizing this made Jyoshi sad, but he still felt great joy that Proton had accepted this precious gift from him after all. The apartment would be much more comfortable compared to the one she was living in.
On a dark and cloudy afternoon, Jyoshi helps Proton move into the apartment. During the move, Jyoshi is busy as hell, and Proton only helps with the packing at the beginning, which soon gets tiresome. Halfway through the move, one of the upstairs neighbors, a tall, handsome-looking man, asks where they’re moving to, so Proton and the man chat in the doorway, leaving Jyoshi alone to struggle with Proton’s large boxes.
As Jyoshi struggled to carry a large box up, the man politely pushed the door open for him, “Thanks!” Jyoshi said, but avoided eye contact with him.
“You’re welcome.” The man said, “This box looks heavy!”
“Yes.” Netaji said.
Proton laughed and said, “Jyoshi is a good boy, he helped me move this afternoon.”
“Yes, he’s a real nice lad.” The man said with a snort from his nostrils, and Proton laughed along with the man. Netaji’s ears went red as he pushed the box into the house without a word.
When Jyoshi came up with another heavy suitcase in his hands, this time it was Proton who opened the door for him, “Jyoshi, will you talk about me?” Proton pouted and said, “Mr. Kimura wants to buy me lunch, do you agree?”
Jyoshi almost dropped the box on the floor: “How could she do this? I’m here all tired to help her move, and she’s having dinner with another man!” Jyoshi bit his lip to say something, but eventually said, “Okay, Proton, if you mean to go, I’ll be fine.” He felt anger in his words, but Proton didn’t notice it at all.
“Thanks! Netsuyoshi, you’re very kind.” After saying that, they turned around and went downstairs together, leaving Jyoshi alone with the heavy suitcase in his arms.
Proton finally returned from her “lunch” at 7pm. By this time, Jyoshi had basically packed everything neatly. “Where have you been?” Jyoshi asked, trying to look concerned rather than scolding.
“I told you before, you don’t have to worry about me, Jyoshi.” Proton replied, taking an apple from the fridge and taking a big bite out of it: “Proton’s not a little girl anymore.” She said with a mouth full of apple.
The following spring, Jingji faced an important choice. A large company was willing to pay twice his salary to hire him at . Although the salary was generous, Jyoshi was very hesitant because he liked his current work environment, where everyone knew him and respected him.
In the end, the decision came down to Proton: “You’re crazy! You’re crazy! Of course I want this job, I’ve got such a good offer!” Proton was desperate for him to take the job.
“But, Proton, I like my current circumstances. While money is important, it doesn’t necessarily make me happier.”
“What about my pleasure?” Proton asked.
“What?”
“Where is my pleasure, I say? Have you no thought for me?”
“Proton, I… I’m not… I’m not not thinking about you, am I? We’re not even married, so why do you care so much about my work?”
“But I think I’ll marry you. I don’t care if you get this much money for the rest of your life! I’m serious, Netaji, just say yes to them! Opportunities don’t come along very often.”
When Jinki realized what she meant, his heart almost stopped beating: “Proton, did I… did I hear you right? I thought you wouldn’t marry me.”
“MMM… Jyogi, things aren’t always the same,” said Proton, smoothing her hair back, “Let’s have a serious talk!”
“Proton… son, do you know what’s in my heart?”
Proton asked, “What does Jyoshi think?”
“I love you!” Jyoshi said, “I want to marry you!”
Proton smiled slightly, “Me too.”
Netoshi jumped up, he grabbed Proton and said, “Really? Darling, I’m so happy. I’m the happiest man in the world!!!”
Proton squirmed and broke free from his embrace, saying angrily, “Oh my God! Jyoshi, are you going to kill me? Don’t grab me so hard again! Idiot!”
“I’m sorry, Proton, I’m… I’m too excited. Let’s go out and celebrate!”
“No, not tonight,” said Proton, “I have a date with a friend.”
Jyoshi felt a twinge of disappointment, but he was immediately overwhelmed by joy: “I’ve finally made my dream come true!”
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Although Jokichi and Proton are engaged, their relationship does not become any closer, and Proton still does not intend to let him touch her body. And, Proton insisted on not having a big wedding, saying that she had already experienced a wedding once and did not intend to taste that again.
In the end, Netoshi insisted that the wedding be held in a church.
“Netaji, I hate being in church! I hate walking through the church’s credo in my wedding dress again! That’s just so boring.”
“But Proton, how is that boring?”
“Jyoshi!” Proton laughed: “I’m not a pure maiden anymore.”
“Proton, is it because you were once married?”
“Stop it!” She interrupted him, “I said it! I’m not getting married in a church!”
Jyoshi wants Proton to agree to make out with him; after all, they’ve been dating for over a year and he’s barely touched her yet. But Proton doesn’t give him a chance, and every time Jyoshi brings it up, Proton always laughs at him.
“Netaji, how about waiting until we’ve had a wedding? It’s very meaningful for us. Because you’re still a virgin, I want you to remain so until the night of our wedding. It’s important to me.”
Every time Proton mentioned that he was still a virgin, Jyoshi was embarrassed. He knew it wasn’t normal for him to be a virgin until he was 28, but Proton liked to irritate his pain.
“I know Jyoshi doesn’t know how to serve a woman yet,” the protector taunted him, “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. I like pure young men like you, and I’ll train you to my liking.”
Proton found this very amusing, but Jyoshi was very distressed.
One night, after they went out to dinner, Proton fell asleep in her recliner. She was wearing only a pair of panties and a loose T-shirt, and Jyoshi could see the outline of Proton’s pussy through her silky, tight panties. Her buttocks were visibly full and bulging like waves under the half-concealment of the T-shirt, and her two long, white, moist legs were tightly merged together, forming a thin, inverted triangle from the waist down. Her feet were deeply curved, with long, full toes, a 2nd toe longer than her big toe, and rounded heels.
Jyoshi watched the protector sleep like this, and finally, he couldn’t help himself, he quietly knelt down to the edge of the chaise lounge, his nose close to her ass, desperately trying to breathe in a hint of the scent of her buttocks.
“What are you doing?” Proton’s fuming voice.
“I’m sorry, Proton, I’m sorry!” Jinkichi begged with a red face, “I couldn’t help it. If you lie like this, I…”
“Okay! If you’re in such a hurry, then act like a man!” Proton said, “What are you doing? Are you a pervert? Spying on me like this? If you were a normal man, you would have fucked me long ago! And now you’re doing such a cheap thing while I’m asleep. What the hell are you doing? Smelling my ass?”
Jyoshi blushed up to his ears, there was no way he could lie in front of Proton, “Yes, Proton.” He replied in a small voice, not daring to look her in the eye.
“You’re so sweet!” Proton said, “Too much. Get out of my way!”
Jyoshi’s head was on fire like a red-hot stone from the neck up, and with his whole body trembling, he barely managed to leave the hostage’s residence.
Luckily this time, Proton wasn’t angry for too long, and when Jyoshi called to apologize the 2nd day, Proton told him not to take it too personally.
“Poor Jyoshi,” said Proton, “I understand you now. Every man has desires, don’t they?”
“Thank you, Proton. Thank you for forgiving me, I won’t do anything like that again.”
“Don’t get too nervous, Netaji, tonight, I’ll surprise you.”
Jyogi’s bottom immediately hardened: “Surprise… what kind of surprise, Proton?”
“Don’t be in too much of a hurry,” said Proton mysteriously, “You’ll find out tonight.”
That night, before the date was set, Jyoshi couldn’t wait to get to Proton’s place.
“You’re early,” said Proton as he opened the door, “Didn’t I tell you not to hurry?”
Netaji’s eyes glazed over as he looked at the proton. She was wearing jeans underneath and an open-breasted, loose-fitting lab coat on top, with high breasts that fluttered with every breath. Her hair had obviously only just been washed and was coiled around her head in a white towel, and she was about to put on her makeup with a makeup case in her hand, making her look even sexier and more flirtatious without powder.
“I’m sorry, Proton. I… I just couldn’t wait to see you.”
“I know,” she laughed, “You can’t help it, can you?” Jyoshi’s face immediately reddened.
“Wait here for a moment and I’ll show you the surprise I have for you.” With that, she went into the inner room. A short while later, Proton walked out, holding a plastic bag with a few sheets of white paper in it. She slowly walked towards Jyoshi: “Look! This is a surprise for you.”
Not knowing what she meant, Netaji took the plastic bag in surprise and realized that it contained several sheets of used toilet paper!
“Proton… what do you… what does this mean?”
“Use your imagination!” Proton sneered, “Don’t you just love smelling my ass? Then sniffing my handkerchief would be the next best thing.”
Jinkichi’s face reddened to his neck: “Proton…”
“No need to be polite.” Proton laughed: “But you have to be careful. These hand towels are used.”
Netaji felt his heart jump into his throat.
“Here, Netaji, smell them.” She sat down on the couch and started puffing powder on her face as she did so.
Jyoshi hesitated, his back as heavy as a boulder, for a moment shame, fear, temptation all these feelings came up in a rush, his feet trembling.
Proton slanted a glance at him and said, “Come on! We all know you have such a hobby, why hide it from me?”
With a trembling hand, Jyoshi took out a piece of handkerchief, and when he unfolded it to look at it, the yellowish-brown feces, wet and slimy in the folds inside, stood out to him! This was the handkerchief that Proton had only used and hadn’t dried, and from the amount of excrement, Jyoshi had a deep sense that Proton’s voluptuous body discharged an abundance of foreign matter as well.
“Even though she’s such a beautiful looking person, what excretes from her body is so filthy.” He frowned and sniffed like a dog. It smelled like shit, it smelled human, and immediately a gripping pleasure ruffled up his spine and went straight to his brain, and all at once he grunted and his otherwise iron-hard cock erupted wildly.
Proton frowned at him : “Geez, you really don’t mind getting dirty? Surely you like the smell of my ass, even second hand?” She grinned, “You seem to be cumming.”
“I’m sorry!” Netaji whispered.
“MMM, that’s sad, what would it be like if you smelled real?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Don’t feel bad, Jinki. It’s really remarkable that you squirted yourself without even touching it…”
Proton’s bright words made Jyoshi feel like a child, the wet spot in his underwear immediately expanded, he lowered his head, too ashamed to look at Proton: “I’m sorry, Proton, I’d better change my underwear!”
“Why?”
“It’s not convenient for me to go out with you like this…”
“O, Netaji, I forgot to tell you that I can’t go out with you tonight.”
“But Proton, I rushed over here thinking I was going to have dinner with you.”
“I didn’t say that,” Proton stood up and headed for the bedroom, “I asked you to come over for a surprise. Now that you’ve got it, go home! I have things to do tonight.”
Jyoshi stared at Proton’s writhing ass with his eyes wide open, unable to speak; “Proton, what the hell is going on here?”
Proton stopped in his tracks: ”Didn’t I say so? I’ve got things to do. Listen, Jyoshi, don’t talk to me like that again! Now one thing you should know, I don’t belong to you personally, I can do whatever I want, so don’t go too far!”
“I didn’t care about you! Proton, if you’re returning like this after an appointment, please let me know beforehand… Otherwise, what do you want me to do?”
“Okay, I’ll teach you.” Proton cocked his head, looked at him and said : “You go home first, change your underwear. Then take out my handkerchief, sniff as much as you want. This time, you calculate the time, see if you can last 10 seconds before you shoot out!”
“Proton, how can you say such shameless things!” Tears welled up in the corners of Jinki’s eyes: “… I was only trying to make you happy, but you’ve been so cruel to me…”
Proton immediately laughed: “Shameless? You do not know what is really shameless!
I’ve been kind enough to do this to you…”
“Proton, what do you mean by your words?”
“Do you really want to know?” Proton asked teasingly, “Let me tell you, the more confused you are, the less pain you’ll feel.”
“Proton, what the hell do you mean?”
“I’m saying it’s better if you don’t care! I’m feeling annoyed right now, don’t piss me off or I’ll be horrible. Do you understand? Just go home.” Proton never looked at him again for more than a moment and wiggled her hips into the bedroom.
Netoshi drove home full of doubts, with the plastic bag of protons in his pocket.
（５）
That week, Jyoshi hadn’t been able to meet with Proton, but despite that, at least he had those dirty handkerchiefs to keep him company, and sniffing those handkerchiefs, he had ejaculated I don’t know how many times. He had licked holes in the yellow-brown parts of the handkerchiefs, and every time he climaxed, he fell into an abyss of remorse, feeling that no matter how successful he was in his career, he had always been a completely lowly and cowardly person in front of Proton. Proton didn’t know where she was, didn’t know what she was doing, while he sat at home like an idiot, licking and sniffing her used hand towels.
He knew that he had been dating Proton for a year now, but Proton had never let him touch her easily, and he couldn’t even make such a request because Proton would mercilessly prick his pride. Now, Proton was giving him her used hand towels to sniff, it was as if she was personally pushing him into the abyss of cowardice, and he wondered where their soon-to-be marriage would sail.
Proton had been putting off going out on dates with him lately, and Jyoshi was becoming increasingly uneasy; he instinctively felt that Proton was hiding something from him. Proton was constantly mentioning this man and that man to him, how they were handsome and strong, which would have driven him crazy with jealousy. But he always thought it was a trait of Proton’s, ever since high school, Proton had always been a very straightforward and confident person, she never intentionally hid her preferences, she never restrained herself out of concern for others, and that was supposed to be what attracted Jyoshi to her, wasn’t it?
However, lately, Jyoshi has been feeling more and more out of sorts. Whenever he asks for a date, Proton always says he has plans of his own, and several times when he’s at Proton’s place, the phone rings, and when Proton answers it, she always says, “It’s not a good time to talk.” She hung up the phone.
Netaji finally felt like exploring.
One Saturday night, Jyoshi drove to Proton’s apartment as usual. When Proton opened the door, she immediately looked unhappy. As usual, Proton started apologizing, “MMM, I’m sorry, Jyoshi, did we have a date today?”
Netoshi sighed helplessly, he knew what she was going to say : “Yes, Proton, I’ve already fixed dinner.”
“Oh, I forgot!” Proton immediately said, “I have other things to do tonight, I’m sorry, Jyoshi, next time?”
“Proton, this is the 4th time this month!” Jyoshi said, “You’re not being fair to me!”
Proton’s face immediately sank: “Jyoshi! I’ve told you a thousand times to stay out of my business! I don’t belong to you or anyone else! What I do is my freedom! If you keep this up, we can break off the engagement right now!”
This was Proton’s ace in the hole, and Jyoshi immediately flinched, “I’m sorry, Proton, I’m not trying to manipulate you! I won’t.”
“All right! Shut up right now and go home!”
Although Jyoshi felt bad, it at least gave him a chance to figure out the truth, so he apologized once more and left.
He drove away, but did not go home immediately; instead, he made a circuit and parked surreptitiously in an adjoining neighborhood, where he sat in his car and was able to get a clear view of the door of Proton’s room. Guilt and anxiety rolled through his psyche, and instinctively he felt that what was about to happen to Radical would sting strongly.
He waited for half an hour before a car pulled up in front of the Proton Gate. A man got out, and Jyoshi’s heart immediately sank. Sure enough, he saw the man he met on the day of the move, he searched his memory to remember his name, and by the way : “Kimura!”
Kimura closed the car door and started knocking on Proton’s door, which opened, and Proton’s face immediately lit up as she opened her arms and embraced Kimura; Kimura’s kept his hand around Proton’s back, cupping her buttocks as he pushed her into the door on one side and closed it with one hand.
Now, the truth is in front of us! Proton was betraying him!
Netaji stayed there for a whole hour. He didn’t know what to do. How he wanted to go in, call the hostage out, and make her explain herself! But he didn’t dare! He also wanted to keep waiting for Kimura to come out and beat the shit out of the guy, but he knew that with his size, he’d be the one to get beat up!
In the end, he had no choice but to drive home. Rock music was playing on the radio, but he couldn’t help the tears that were streaming down his face.
On the 2nd day, Jyoshi couldn’t stand his pain and came to see Proton.
When Proton opened the door, his face immediately sank, “Jyoshi, did we have an appointment today?”
“No, Proton, I have something to tell you.”
Proton let him into the house. Leaving him sitting on the couch, she walked to the restroom without saying a word more to him.
Netoshi finally couldn’t help himself and asked “Proton, where were you last night?”
Proton replied, “Yesterday? I was at home!”
“But you said you had something going on.”
Proton came out of the restroom and toweled her wet hair, “What’s wrong, Jyoshi? Why do you always have so many questions? I told you to stay out of my business!”
Jyoshi clenched his fists, “Proton! I saw you with that man yesterday! I saw him kissing you…”
“Pah!” Proton immediately gave him a loud slap: “Are you spying on me? How dare you do such a despicable thing!”
Jyoshi was overwhelmed by the slap, he had expected Proton to persist in her denial or even apologize for her actions. Proton’s wide eyes stared back at him, and he realized in that moment that she was indeed flowery, her pale lips tightly shut as an embodiment of evil. The more he hated her, the more beautiful she became!
“No… no, Proton, I wasn’t spying on you…” said Jyogi, “I… I left something here, and I wanted to come and get it, and I saw it.”
Proton tossed his head and laughed a bit hysterically, “That’s the stupidest lie I’ve ever heard!
You’re pathetic, Jyoshi.” She sat down on the couch, pulled out a cigarette, lit it up, and crossed her long, bare legs over the tea , and Proton exhaled a long puff of smoke: “Jyoshi, I’ll be honest, I fucked Kimura. In fact, I fucked him the afternoon I moved in. And, it’s been going on ever since. Yesterday too.”
She finally admitted it! Netoshi s eyes moistened, he didn t mean for the protagonist to see it, but there was no way for him to stop the tears.
“Why?” He asked, “Proton, why?”
Proton took another drag on her cigarette, a pleasant expression on her beautiful face : “Jiyoshi, you don’t mean to know why.”
“I want to know. I want to know why you treat me like this?”
“I don’t really want to treat you how I want to be treated! That’s the point.” Proton said, “You haven’t touched me until now, are you such a loser?”
“But Proton, you’re the one who said I wasn’t allowed to touch you, you said you’d wait until the wedding day. Every time I brought it up, you were the one who refused!”
The hostage laughed: “Jingji, you’re a loser, you know? Women always say she doesn’t mean it! It is the man who should take the initiative to take the first step! And, the point is, a woman like me has to be seduced, can you? You don’t deserve it!”
Netaji stared at her, not knowing what to say.
Finally, he asked softly, “But, Proton, what about our relationship? Will we ever get married again?”
“That’s up to you.” Proton said, “Do you mind if I sleep with other men?”
“Even after marriage?”
“Of course.” Proton said, as if the question was incredibly naive.
“But what about me, Proton?” Jyoshi asked.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I mean… can I…”
“You mean you made out with me?”
“Yes…”
“I’m telling you, it’s not going to happen. You’ve lost your chance.”
“Even after marriage?”
“Yes, even after marriage. You don’t turn me on at all, you just make me feel Heart. I’m not interested in sleeping with a man I feel Heart!” Proton’s tone became a little angry, and Jyoshi didn’t say a word.
“Well, Netaji, what are you going to do? Still intent on marrying a shameless woman like me?” Proton sneered.
Knowing that he was completely crushed, Netaji struggled, “I mean it.”
“Really?!” Proton could hardly believe his ears, “You mean it! Is this true?”
“Yes, Proton.”
“Wonderful. I’m so happy! In that case, I have everything!”
“Proton… why are you so happy… what can you expect from me?”
Proton’s face glowed with excitement as she looked into Jyoshi’s eyes and said, “Safety! You gave me safety! You gave me a safe home and all the other things I wanted! A woman needs these. I’ve been married once, and that time it was for love. And this time, I’m doing it for what I want!”
Jinki was speechless: “If you marry me and you don’t love me… then, why do you want to marry me?”
“Didn’t I tell you? You make me feel secure! I married you because you were rich and because you wouldn’t betray me, that’s why I married you. As for love, I don’t love you at all. A lot of people don’t marry for love, and neither do I.”
The protagonist’s frank words made Jiyoshi tremble, and that really showed his true nature, didn’t it?
“Jyoshi, isn’t that what you want too?” Proton asked with a cruel smile, “Haven’t you dreamed of marrying me since high school? Then why are you complaining? Didn’t you get what you wanted?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, in that case, I want you to apologize to me!”
“I’m sorry, Proton, I won’t complain anymore.”
The smile on Proton’s face tightened, “That’s not enough!” She said in a serious manner, “I want you to get on your knees and apologize to me.”
Jyogi felt that what little self-respect he had left was being drained from him… He slowly fell to his knees: “I’m sorry, Proton, I just wanted to make you happy.”
“Okay! You just crawl over here with me!” Proton jumped up from the couch and ran to the kitchen. Netoshi had no idea what she was up to as he obediently crawled after her to the kitchen.
Proton picked up the phone: “Crawl over here and don’t look up!”
Jyoshi trembled as he knelt behind Proton, his hands and feet feeling the cold, hard ground. He felt Proton’s firm thighs graze his torso, and then, with the weight of his entire body sitting on his back, Jyoshi was immediately bent over.
Proton didn’t seem to feel it as she crossed her left leg over her right, and then he heard her dialing the phone, “Hello, Kimura? Honey, you can’t believe it, he knows. You can’t believe it. He knows. Yes… he saw you last night. That idiot, trying to spy on me!”
Netaji’s arms shivered. Gosh! The buttocks on his back were so soft, how in the world could there be such a soft yet heavy object?
“… I have told him all the truth! God, no, he hasn’t said a word. He knows who’s in charge!”
Netoshi painfully braced himself against Proton’s plump ass, she did weigh a little more for him. His knees and wrists began to ache, but his cock hardened like a rock. She was on the phone with Kimura, and he was just a stool!
Proton continued talking as if nothing was wrong: “What are you doing tonight?” She asked. “Ohhhhhhhh, great! I’ll be there at 8:00! Bye!” Proton hung up the phone, but still sat on Jyoshi’s back, “I’m sorry, Jyoshi, I’ve got things to do again tonight…”
She laughed and stood up, and Jyoshi felt a wave of dizziness, a shudder in his twat, and an immediate eruption in his bottom. The feeling of relief on his back made him fall to the ground, gasping for air.
“Oh my God, you’re flowing again!”
Netaji’s cheek was pressed to the floor, saliva oozing from his mouth.
“True heart! Are you so intent on being ridden like a horse?”
Netaji nodded feebly.
“I’m not much lighter than a man, can you hold out?”
Netaji nodded his head.
“Really?” Proton laughed: “But I can’t sit comfortably, you’re too skinny!”
（６）
Netoshi gets the idea of ruining the marriage, he prepares divorce papers and tries to call Proton several times, but never has the courage.
It was finally decided that he would meet with her officially next week and hand her the divorce papers. Immediately he had a thought of relief and pride, a sigh of relief, as if a great burden had been lifted from him! That instant feeling made him very happy.
“Thank God, I finally got over myself and had the courage to free myself!” He imagined Proton’s face: “Surprise, anger, remorse, tears…? No matter what happens to her, I’ll leave her without looking back!”
He thought, sitting bolt upright in his chair, unconsciously disheveled and fuming, feeling physically tired and mentally labored. It was as if he had been seriously ill during the year with Proton, his limbs as heavy as lead.
When you stand up suddenly, you feel dizzy, as if you are going to fall towards the sky. Memory lapses, lack of interest in work, and depression as if sick!
Now, finally, it’s time to leave Proton! To find a kind and ordinary woman. Out of sight, out of mind, as in the mood of a cloudy and rainy day with occasional cloudbursts.
However, this feeling was only momentary and lasted for an hour or so at the most, but this short hour or so did not remove his fatigue at all. When he tried to relax and rest, the exceptionally beautiful face of the protagonist when she insulted him appeared in front of Jyoshi’s eyes, the face of the moment when “the more a man hates, the more beautiful he becomes”. That face was forever burned into Jyoshi’s mind and could not be erased. As time went by, the cruel and bold appearance of the Proton gradually became unparalleled in beauty and splendor, and he had been unable to resist her expression of such bewitching beauty since high school.
“Gosh! How beautiful!” Netsuyoshi immediately slid out of his chair and fell to his knees, “You’re such a fool for wanting to do such a stupid thing. Even though she treats you like this, I wonder how many men would want to do that and not be able to! She’s cruel, she’s lewd, she’s insulting, but is all of that worth that beautiful face? There will never be another woman like that in the world. No, I will marry her!”
Finally, Jyoshi burned the prepared divorce papers.
It’s almost her wedding day and Proton is very excited, not for the wedding, but for her new life! She could date Kimura without having to hide! She keeps talking about Kimura, and every word makes Jyoshi so miserable that he wants to swallow the word “Kimura”!
However, Proton doesn’t just talk about Kimura, she starts to complain about him, which cuts into Jyoshi’s heart like a knife. Proton begins to talk to Jyoshi about her problems with Kimura, as if he can resonate with her.
One day, a week before the wedding, Jyoshi was at Proton’s apartment, where Proton was lying on the couch watching TV and Jyoshi was kneeling by the footstool massaging her toes. She began to complain about Kimura: “You don’t even know this guy!” She said as Jyoshi knelt at her feet and rubbed them faithfully, “He actually took me to McDonald’s last night! Am I that worthless? I know he doesn’t have much money, but he should have taken me somewhere a little classier! Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Proton!” Netoshi replied.
“That’s not all!” Proton continued, “This asshole didn’t even bother to rent a room! He fucked me in the parking lot… Can you believe it? This guy is so vulgar!”
Netaji didn’t know what to say, whether to show sympathy or what?
Proton looked him in the eye and continued with a smirk on her face, “But, Jyoshi, this savage guy makes me feel so good.” She said in a whiny voice, rubbing her breasts, “I never knew I was so nasty, he’s always like that! You know, they’ll see him in the parking lot, but he doesn’t care.” She looked at Jyoshi teasingly, “How about it, Jyoshi, do you like hearing me say such shameless things?
Isn’t that exciting?”
“Yes! Proton, can you let me too… I know you mean to be with another man, and I accept that you do, but I have needs too, please… it’s not fair!” Jyogi pleaded.
“That’s not fair!” Proton scoffed, “Poor Jyoshi, he has needs too!” She lifted up Jyoshi’s foot that was being massaged and put the other foot on the footstool: “Shut the hell up! Put a sock on this foot and continue massaging the other one! Idiot! I thought we had an agreement.”
“There’s no such thing as fairness in the world!” Proton continued : “Life just isn’t fair! I know it’s painful for you to be like this, but if you listen to me, you’ll be a pure virgin for the rest of your life, and that’s great! How many men in the world can do that! Maybe you don’t think it’s fair, but for me, you would like that, wouldn’t you?”
Netaji couldn’t say a word.
Proton looked him in the eyes, a serious expression on his face : “For my sake, you would do this, wouldn’t you?”
Netoshi lowered his head, he knew that he was once again defeated by her: “Yes, Proton, I only mean for you to be happy!”
“Good! That’s a good boy.” Proton laughed: “Here, keep massaging my foot!”
Finally, Jyoshi and Proton tied the knot, but only at the courthouse, without any ceremony. As for a honeymoon, there was none; Jyoshi stayed home alone that night, and Proton spent the night at Kimura’s house!
After the marriage, Jyoshi finally moves in with Proton, but when he sleeps at night, Proton sleeps in the bedroom and Jyoshi sleeps in his own room. Proton keeps her promise, and there is no sexual contact between Jyoshi and her; Jyoshi marries the most beautiful woman in his heart, but it is a sexless marriage.
A week later, Proton invited Kimura to her home for dinner, “Kimura will be coming around a lot from now on,” Proton announced, “so you’d better be prepared.”
Jyoshi suggested that he spend the night at a hotel, but Proton disagreed: “How boring would it be if you weren’t at home?” Proton scoffed, “Jyoshi, I need you to be home, we both need you to be home, otherwise, who’s going to prepare dinner for us?”
“You… you want me to serve you dinner?”
“What’s the matter? Don’t you serve me dinner all the time? What difference does it make?”
Jungkil couldn’t believe the brazenness of the hostage: “What’s the difference?” he shouted. He shouted, “How can you ask me to serve him…”
Proton immediately pinched Jyoshi’s ear with her long nails, “Jyoshi! Don’t you dare yell at me again! Don’t forget who you’re talking to!”
“Ahhhh,” Jyoshi screamed in pain, “I’m sorry, Proton!”
“I’m sorry!” Proton shouted, “Don’t just say sorry! I’m going to take a shower now, so hurry up and iron my pajamas! Then get your ass in the kitchen and make dinner! If you screw up, I’ll have Kimura kick your ass!”
Jyoshi was sweating in the kitchen, cooking, and he kept looking at the clock on the wall: “He’ll be back any minute.” He couldn’t help but tremble. Intense fear rose up in him, and he knew there was no way to escape. Proton’s lover, Kimura, was on his way to the house, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Kimura knew everything about him, what Proton had told him about everything, how he was infatuated with Proton, how he was okay with Proton finding another man to fulfill his sexual desires. He tried to visualize Proton and Kimura snuggled up in bed, their sexual organs joined together, telling his jokes together.
While Jyoshi was in agony in the kitchen, Proton was relaxing and resting in her bedroom, watching TV. Jyoshi kept peeking at Proton, who had a calm face, her legs crossed over the tea and she was wearing nothing but a pair of pantyhose. A faint weary smile enveloped her face. Jyoshi kept walking between the kitchen and the living room, in order to be able to see Proton’s near-naked flesh, an opportunity that had never been available to him before.
“Jyoshi! What are you doing there?” Proton yelled.
“I… I… I’ll make dinner in a minute.”
“Come here for a second!” She called out.
Jyoshi’s heart was beating wildly as he walked into her bedroom, he didn’t dare to look at her body. Proton carefully lifted her hand and said, “Netoshi, my nail polish isn’t dry yet, so switch the channel for me.”
Netaji immediately picked up the remote control.
“7!” It was a game show: “No look, 72!”
Jinki stood by the sofa, listening to her orders: “24… no look… 2 it… okay, that’s it.”
It was a figure skating program, and once she was satisfied, she immediately told Jyoshi to go change into clean clothes. She didn care that he was dressed too casually and insisted that he change into a suit.
As Jyoshi was just putting on his suit, the doorbell rang! Kimura is here!
“Incoming!” Proton shouted. She hadn’t had time to get dressed yet, and Jyoshi heard her rush into the pajamas he’d only just ironed, and a minute later he heard Proton open the door and say “Hi” to someone, and he knew Kimura had arrived.
“Jyoshi, don’t be so rude!” Proton called out, “Come down and greet our guest!”
With fear in his heart, Jyoshi walked down the stairs, the stairs that seemed so long at this moment! He immediately saw Kimura sitting on the couch, next to Proton, and immediately a chill ran through his body. Kimura was a rugged-looking man, yet somehow handsome. He reminded Jyoshi of Zozoki, which was Proton’s favorite type: a rough, strong man.
“Hello! Netoshi.” Kimura cracked a smile. Instead, he reached one arm behind Proton and wrapped it around her shoulders, “I’m glad you invited me over for dinner! Thanks!”
“・・・ It’s okay.” Jyogi stammered.
Proton frowned, “Jyoshi, have you forgotten what I told you? Ask Kimura what he wants to drink!”
“¡Ó I’m sorry, would you like something to drink?”
“Oh… a cold beer, please.”
“Take 2 cups!” Proton said, her body snuggling into Kimura’s arms.
When Jyoshi returned with 2 glasses of beer, he saw Kimura’s hand on Proton’s thigh, and he immediately felt an urge to rush over and remove his hand, but he didn’t dare. He dutifully put the beer on the tea and said, “Dinner will be ready soon.”
But they barely heard Jyoshi, and Proton only looked into Kimura’s eyes and smiled, and Kimura looked back at her. Jyoshi waited awkwardly for their orders, but he soon realized that they weren’t even paying attention to him, and he knowingly went back to the kitchen and began preparing to bring up the meal.
Luckily, Jyoshi was good at what he did, and they ate happily. Jyoshi retreated to the kitchen and listened to their orders whenever they wanted. They only called on him once to add to their drinks, and for the rest of the time, Jyoshi stayed in the kitchen, listening with his ears open.
After eating, they went into Proton’s bedroom, with Jyoshi following behind, drink in hand.
Proton sat on her butt on the couch and pulled Kimura on top of her, her mouth open expectantly. Jyoshi felt as bad as if the scene was going to kill him, but on the one hand he was eager to keep watching because, after all, this was the first time he’d seen Proton and a man officially kiss since high school. Gosh! Proton’s thirsty look was unbelievably sexy and seductive, and despite his intense shame, Jyoshi’s bottom immediately hardened.
Kimura was the first to notice his appearance: “Hey! Proton, your husband is such a pervert, he saw me kissing you and his dick got up!”
“Don’t be cruel, dear.” Proton grinned, “Poor Jyoshi is still a virgin!
He can’t control himself.”
“What did you say?” Kimura screamed, “He’s still a virgin? I don’t believe it!”
“Really!” Proton laughed: “He hasn’t been fucked yet, man or woman!”
Kimura’s hand felt underneath Proton’s shirt: “You mean he never touched this?” He touched her ass.
“No,” laughed the Proton: “Never even sniffed it.”
“Hey, that’s cruel of you,” Kimura called out, “You should have at least allowed him to smell it.”
“You think so?” Proton asked, “I don’t think so, that would spoil him. At least I’ve given him a sniff of my used hand towel.”
“Let’s give him a sniff!” Kimura said, “It’s not like I’m asking you to fuck him.”
“Okay!” Proton smiled and said, “Look how good Kimura is treating you! If he hadn’t asked, you wouldn’t have gotten such a good deal, so why don’t you thank Kimura?”
Netoshi blushed as red as burning charcoal and said, “Thank you Kimura-san!”
“You’re welcome!” Kimura said, standing up.
Proton stood up, lifted her nightgown up to her waist, turned around and knelt on the couch, puckering her butt: “Come and smell it!”
Immediately, Jyoshi got down on his knees and crawled over to the couch, it was the first time he had ever seen Proton’s bare ass, and so close, the petals in the center were slightly open, dark red pussy, and it was already wet on top. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life, and he took a deep breath, lost in the distinctive smell, forgetting himself.
Unfortunately for Jyoshi, heaven wasn’t long in coming as he felt Proton’s heels dig into his shoulders and he fell to the carpet as she roughly pushed him away with her foot.
“Okay, that’s enough. You can go now.” Proton stood up and resumed her seat on the couch as Jyoshi walked out of their bedroom in disappointment.
That’s when Kimura stopped him: “Hey, Jyoshi, don’t you want to watch?”
Jinki’s heart immediately jumped: “Yes! Sir, please… please, can I watch?”
He no longer had any pride, he had sold his entire soul to the devil just to be able to watch his wife make love to another man. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to touch her body, so watching was at least second best.
But Kimura pierced his illusions as he laughed and said, “I’m sorry, Jyoshi, I was just kidding.”
Proton laughed happily, making faces at Jyoshi.