Hello friends, WHY is back again, this time offering you a somewhat longer story that I hope you’ll enjoy. But since WHY doesn’t have a lot of time, this one might not be finished very fast, so I hope you won’t complain too much about it! (Assuming anyone likes it. ^^) Basically, this story centers around a bar called “Urban Jungle”, but for the rest of it, read on. (^_^)
Okay, enough of the nonsense, please read the text.
The first piece of the Essence of the Soul
Wedge “Guest…”
… um…
“Guest~”
What’s that sound?
“Guests?”
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“Guest! We’re closed!”
“Shut up!” The man slumped over the table jumped up and bellowed.
“Guest, we’re closed.”
As I stumbled down the street, a cold wind blew in my face, and it was as if my drink had sobered up a bit.
Well, how many bars was this? I don’t remember, but what I vaguely remember is the frenzied writhing and passionate moaning – I can’t do it! Don’t think about it!
Pedestrian whispers came from the side.
“Come to my place today, mmm~”
“No… bad guy! You only know how to do that…”
Are you sure? …
…I’m sure! I want to be your…
The gentle words seemed to still echo in my ears.
Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it!
Is the guy next to you still there, or has he changed? Whatever!
“Did you hear? Mrs. Uji was caught stealing by her husband!”
“Really? What’s going on, tell me!”
The dark room, the messy floor, the tangled clothes, the naked bodies… don’t! Don’t! Stop thinking about it!!!
“How many babies are you having?”
“Fourth child. My husband keeps talking about having a baseball team.”
“Yo…”
…I want to have a child for you, our child…
Stop thinking about it!!!
“¡Ó That bride is so beautiful!”
“Really! If only I were that pretty.”
“You–“
The solemn church, the beautiful bride, the priest, the vows…
I swear…
I swear…
… in her white gown, naked, tender, aroused, elegant, lascivious…
An image flashed before my eyes, and all sorts of memories came flooding back, ravaging my already strained nerves.
“No–don’t even think about it!” I finally couldn’t help myself and bellowed out. The maniacal tone scared the passers-by.
No! I don’t want to think about it! I don’t want it! I don’t want to be awake! Don’t want to feel either! And don’t want memories even more!
No! I don’t want anything!
Wine – where’s the wine! I want wine! Where’s the wine! I want to anesthetize myself!
I stumbled along, completely losing my old image, and from far away, came the scolding voice: “Crazy!”
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A bar appeared in front of me.
Not even bothering to get a good look at the bar, I went with my instincts and felt my way through the door, dropping into the nearest chair.
“Welcome to the ‘Urban Jungle’ bar, sir. What can I get you?”
“Two… two bottles of beer…” I mumbled, and fell headfirst onto the table, passing out.
The last thing I realized before I fell unconscious were the high breasts… wrapped under my clothes… “Did you lure him in?” The taller woman asked.
“Yeah, did people let him in because he looked so pathetic.” The petite woman said in a petulant tone as she snuggled close to her far taller counterpart.
“You looked into his heart.” It wasn’t a question, but an affirmative tone.
“Hehehe ~ a little bit.” The petite woman stuck out her tongue, then changed her tone and said sympathetically, “Pam, you don’t know, this man is really pitiful, he loves his wife so much, but his wife…”
“I don’t know?” The light tone had a slight mockery to it.
“Oops! You know what I mean, why are you picking on me?” The girl was a bit annoyed: “Whatever, I’ve let him in anyway, you can’t kick him out.”
“Did I say I wouldn’t let him stay here?” This time the tone took on a small note of helplessness.
“Uh…” the girl touched her nose and giggled, “Heh…”
“You ah–” tone can be heard full of doting feelings, slender fingers lifted the young girl’s chin, bright red lips dense kiss on the young girl’s lips, the other hand also followed the trend of caressing the girl’s towering breasts, from the collar to reach in, grasp the plump breasts.
After a kiss, the taller woman suppressed a gasp and said, “Dance, don’t you know that I’ll go along with you no matter what?” Nimble fingers still in the dance of the hidden places to linger.
“Pan… Pandora!” Unable to resist the teasing of her experienced homosexual, Dance hugged Pandora tightly, her tone filled with hunger.
“I know,” Pandora’s voice was also full of passion: “I will satisfy you…” With a bend, Pandora picked up the petite Mai and headed upstairs.
“Ugh… he…” pointing a tiny finger downstairs, immersed in his passion, Mai still didn’t forget the poor man in the hall.
“Don’t worry, let him go to sleep, he needs to have a good dream. Now, the thing to be busy with is our own business…”
The voice faded up the stairs.
The man in the hall was still asleep without knowing anything about it.
(to be continued)