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3 Frustration and Physical Examination
‘I’m back,’ Shacho announced as he threw open the door. It had only been an
hour from when he left; the location really was near.
‘Thank you for your hard work,’ I
said politely, keeping my eyes on my computer screen. It was truly embarrassing
thinking about what we were doing only an hour ago.
‘Would you like to continue?’ was
whispered in my ear. I jumped. I really didn’t know what this person was
thinking.
‘My frustration has subsided.’ I
said keeping my gaze from his.
‘Oh, maybe…’
‘I did not comfort myself.’
‘Good. If you had broken your
promise, I thought I would have to punish you.’
Pardon!
Everything Shacho said seemed to be laden with innuendo.
‘…Were you going to do me, if my
frustration had not subsided?’ I asked tentatively.
‘Yeah, I intended to do that.’
‘Until the very end…?’
Shacho
groaned.
It seemed that he had not been
planning on taking it to the end. I felt somewhat rueful.
‘I hadn’t intended on taking it to
the end. Would it not be better to do that with someone you like for your first
time?’
Hm? First time?
Where did he get that idea? Did he
not know where to put it in and how to thrust it?
‘That…’
‘If you desire sex, I will take
care of you properly rather than leave it to Sakurai.’
‘Er…’
‘So when you find someone you like,
will you tell me when you start dating?’
This person… (Zuben: Is an idiot)
Coming so far, he is a god in a
sense.
I sighed deeply.
Somehow when it came to romance, I
felt I had a mental power.
No, was it perseverance?
But if I gave up here, there would
have been no point to the whole thing.
He was such a troublesome person.
I wondered if I should tell him I
liked him clearly. He seemed to really dull. But if it did not work, would I
have to quit?
I watched Shacho head to his desk from the corner of my eye. His hair looked
rather untidy in places. But if one looked at him from the side where his hair
was still tidy, one would notice his cool appeal. (Zuben: Beauty is in the eye
of the beholder as they say)
If he wasn’t difficult, he would
not be Shacho. It may be that he was
hiding his feelings and he needed to be shaken a bit.
‘Say, Shacho?’
‘Hm?’
‘We are working now…but when the
day is over, can we do it?’
‘Fine – wait, what?!’
‘Sex.’ I said bluntly.
Shacho
choked, and there was a tension in the air.
‘What are you saying?’ he asked.
‘It would solve my frustration,
wouldn’t it?’ I said, keeping my tone light - unbothered.
‘Well that that is true, but-‘
‘If I tell you I am not a virgin?’
From the corner of my eye, I saw
the president drop his pen in shock at my offhanded remark.
Certainly, there would be people
who were virgins at twenty three, while I did not know the true statistics; I
do not think there are many.
Without being certain; was sex
appeal the cause?!
While I was lost in my own
thoughts, I realised Shacho was
staring at me with a scary expression on his face.
‘What-what’s wrong? Your face is
rather scary, I’m terrified.’
‘…You did not report that you had
got a boyfriend?’
‘Oh, is that it?’
‘What’s more, you gave your body as
soon as you started going out!’
Eh?
He is strange.
What does this and that have to do
with each other?
This was business as usual, but…I
didn’t know what to do, or say. I hadn’t dated anyone in a long time.
‘Because I did not want to talk
about it,’
‘How long have you been in a
relationship?’
‘I am not dating anyone!’
‘So you got involved with someone
even though you were not dating?’
Oh my god! I don’t want this person
anymore! (Zuben: Don’t blame you)
Shacho
stood before me, his expression still scary and his grabbed my arm and pulled
me up.
‘I did not think you were such a
bad boy.’
‘A bad girl, you mean,’
As usual he was misunderstanding
things without thinking about others.
‘Come with me,’ he said pulling me
to the resting room.
‘We’re working!’
‘This is also work. I will do a
physical examination.’
Physical exam…erotic!
No, I mean, what do you mean? I
don’t understand (Zuben: Oh yes you do)
He pushed me into the bed, and
undid the button of my jeans. Shacho
seized my waistband,
‘Lift your hips.’ He commanded.
‘Hey wait just a moment…’
‘Did you not hear me?’
I was jolted by the sharp tone of his
voice, and I just did as he asked. He removed my jeans and I was left with my underwear.
When Shacho put his hands on my underwear, I panicked.
‘What are you trying to do?’
‘This isn’t sex, this is a physical
examination.’ He said (Zuben: *facepalm*)
Huh, was that not semantics?
While I was lost in thought, Shacho took off my underwear with
dextrous quickness, exposing my lower body.
Even though, I was ashamed of my current
situation and my figure; my stomach was tense with anticipation.
Shacho
grabbed me by the ankles and parted my legs to either side of him.
‘Whh-! Wait Shacho, wait!’
‘Are you getting wet? Are you
excited from just being looked at?’
‘That is not it!’
‘Then it may be sweat.’
He leaned forward, the hand holding
my ankles glided along my legs to my thighs holding them apart firmly,
‘What, Shacho! Listen to what I have to say!’
‘It’s okay, I will not hurt you,’
he said gently.
‘I’m talking about something
different – ah!’ (Zuben: He’s too far gone.)
There was a warm feeling at the
entrance of my sex; a slow trace as though checking the shape.
His head was at the apex of my
legs, I tried to push him trying to keep him away from me, but my strength
could not compare. Shacho’s tongue
began to trace my vagina from the edge.
‘Ah~ Ah~ wait…’
I could feel he was exploring my
sex up and down, left to right; tasting the soft flesh. If I raised my voice,
he would focus on that area. When I twisted my body sharply, he’d caress me
with his tongue longer. I could feel love juice coming out of me.
It was so embarrassing. My face was
on fire.
‘It is a bit of a shock,’ he said
‘What is?’
‘I’ve never heard you talk about a
boyfriend, so I thought that you’d never had that kind of experience.’ (Zuben:
Are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? I haaave – Jimi Hendrix)
‘Did you like the first boy?’
They had been like Sakurai-kun;
wanting to dye me in their own colour. It was not amusing. I hated that that
kind of person was my first.
If Shacho was a man like that, it might be hopeless for me.
‘I have no real interest in that,
it’s just…’
‘Just…?’
‘If Sakamoto is not a virgin, I
wondered how experienced you are.’ He said, and then he licked the bad guy on
the top of my secret place. My body bounced unconsciously, and electric sparks
of pleasure ran through my body.
He began to suck on my clitoris in
earnest.
I moaned, loudly.
He moved his tongue over the
sensitised nubbin as he sucked, a great deal of pleasure washed over me.
There was no hesitation, leading me
to orgasm. All the strength in my body was lost in that intense moment of
pleasure.
Actually, there were lots of things
I wanted to ask him.
Was he just interested in how far I
was experienced? Was he only interested because he thought of me as a little
sister? (Zuben: Girl, you need to be worried if he was doing this to his
sister)
Did he think of me romantically;
even a little?
But when I opened my mouth, only
sweet moans emerge. I could not reach Shacho’s
ears. I could only bear the accumulation of pleasure that seemed to be
exploding within me.
‘You can’t do it?’
‘Ah…no…what..?’
‘You’re unexpectedly stubborn,’
He sped up the movement of his
tongue, as if to let me know resistance was meaningless.
Even though different thoughts were
racing through my mind, my body was dominated by strong pleasure and my feet
trembled.
‘How about this?’
‘Ah~’
He sucked on my clitoris hard, and
I came. Hard. As if to show off to Shacho,
my body was wracked with small convulsions.
Shacho
scooped the emitted love juices with his tongue as though he enjoyed it. Even
with the slightest brush of his tongue, my body reacted with a jerk.
‘Have you ever been fingered in
your pussy?’ he asked.
‘…In my pussy?’
‘Yes, here,’ he replied as he took
his hand from my thigh and put two thick fingers into my wet love-hole. He rubbed the inside and sweet pleasure over
took me again.
‘Hmm…I don’t think so.’ He said,
‘Perhaps, you’ve only ever done it with your boyfriend’s thing?’
I answered Shacho with a little nod.
I had always thought there was
something wrong with me, my ex boyfriend seemed to think so. He had been
irresistible at the start, though. But there are no memories of him in my
pussy. It had not been painful when he entered, though it wasn’t intense, it
felt good. So I did not mind. I had thought that the orgasms in books and manga
were another world; something I could not reach.
‘Although, you are not a virgin,
you aren’t very experienced.’
Shacho
began to gently stoke my inner walls. My thighs were wide open, and my secret
part was visible. I felt a little shame but entrusted myself to Shacho.
‘You haven’t had many orgasms,’
(Zuben: How do you know this?)
How did he know such a thing?
Was it because my ex-boyfriend was
someone of the same age range as me? Or was there a large difference in
experience between him and Shacho? I
didn’t want to think about it at that moment; I was feeling too good.
His fingers moved inside me as
though he was searching for something. While watching my reactions, Shacho used more strength in his
caresses.
‘Ah~ Ah~’ I moaned loudly.
Although, it wasn’t fast like
earlier. The pleasant sensation kept getting stronger. I could feel the
entrance to my pussy pulsating.
‘Ah~ Shacho…Ah~’
‘I can feel you pulsating on the
inside. If you remember your orgasms from here, you wouldn’t be able to be
single anymore.’
The pleasure gradually began to get
stronger. This pleasure was different from before.
How come his fingers feel so good?
I had always thought his fingers inspired lust when I looked at them. Perhaps
my instincts were sniffing before I realised it.
‘A… ya… ~! a~a nn…’
My moans were sweet.
In the past, I had been faking
moans with my ex, but now I could not hold back; the moans burst forth with
abandon.
‘Ya…… a, a…… iki-so…’ his fingers
were attacking the precise place that would lead me to culmination. My vagina
salivated around his fingers. My hips lifted off the bed as the pleasure
mounted and my feet trembled. My body arched as I was screwed without mercy by those
thick fingers.
‘Yes, there ah a ~a~ann!’
My vagina clamped down on Shacho’s fingers as I came. The walls
closed in so tightly, it was as though it did not want to let him go.
I never knew such pleasure. Now
that I have tasted it, I couldn’t go back anymore. I opened my eyes when he
slowly pulled his fingers out of me. His wet fingers glittered before my eyes.
‘Was it pleasant?’ he asked, his
expression gentle.
I desperately wanted to know the true feelings
of this person, so I asked, ‘Shacho…what do you
think of me?’
But with this
question, I was putting my neck on the line.
4 Shacho and the Confession
Shacho
withdrew at my question. It seemed he’d never really thought about it till that
moment.
‘Can you give me some time?’ he
asked.
My question may have been premature,
I thought. I wished I hadn’t been hasty. Either way, it was out there.
I left work quickly once the day
was over.
‘Sakamoto-san! What’s the matter?’
What is wrong with what? It was
Sakurai-kun passing by at the end of his shift at the café.
‘You usually go straight home after
work. What happened?’
‘Your expression is different from
usual.’
It seems that he was astute when it
came to women. I wish he would demonstrate this sharpness in a different place.
‘It’s nothing,’ I reply.
‘That is a lie. I don’t know what Shacho told you about me, but please
judge me yourself. Is it not him who Sakamoto-san can’t trust?’
I gave him a sceptical glance.
Taking into consideration what Shacho
said, it may be that I was not trying to see Sakamoto-kun for himself.
‘…I don’t know,’ I said hesitantly.
‘You know nothing about me, so
please let’s talk and you can see. That way you can make a decision.’
He said that so brightly, it was a
bit strange (Zuben: While nodding earnestly, no doubt)
We got cans of juice from a vending
machine and went to sit in a nearby park bench.
I told Sakurai-kun about my feelings
for Shacho and the circumstances.
‘Don’t you think it is better if
you let such a man go?’ was his reply.
It was an answer I was expecting
but it still stung.
‘It seems that way,’ I said.
‘Because, it is tiring, isn’t it? But,
if you don’t understand or assure yourself about his feelings, then you can’t
move on.’
It was a surprisingly firm
position. I was surprised. Perhaps, it was because Shacho’s imprint in me was deep and I saw Sakurai-kun as a playboy.
‘I will not let you have such an
expression, if it were me,’ he said (Zuben: So roll to me!)
I was certainly ignited for a
moment as he stared into my eyes with a gentle expression. This person was a
handsome megane-kun, so please excuse
my wavering.
‘I admit I have had many
girlfriends.’
So he admits that.
‘But I have never cheated on any of
them,’
No way, I never thought that he
would say that. (Zuben: It is not a big deal, Sakamoto)
I had thought that he was free and
just passing time with me.
I stared at my now empty juice can.
I wanted a love that made me happy
too.
‘Thank you for that,’ I said. ‘But
if I just give up now it would just it would all be meaningless.’ (Zuben:
Masochist)
It could not be helped if it ended
in disappointment.
‘You will regret it.’ Sakurai-kun
said vehemently, he threw his can into the bin with restrained anger. The sound
of the can hitting the bin echoed in the quiet park.
Maybe I would.
And maybe, with that, I would mature.
And after, that I might even find this ikemen
boy attractive.
However, I still felt that the
future was still uncertain and it would be useless if I didn’t try.
Sakurai-kun left me there on that
bench. I could not quite get up; the thought of today’s happenings running
around in my head.
It had been a dizzying day.
‘Sakamoto…’
His voice.
I turned to see the president
coming towards me.
‘Is Sakurai-kun the one you prefer
after all?’ he asked
‘Eh?’ I replied vaguely.
‘Despite how much I told you not to
go for him!’ He said as he shook me. ‘Is it because you don’t like me?’
He was still wearing the black
shirt and jeans he had been wearing at work. (Zuben: Is there any reason why he
would be wearing anything else?)
‘Did you realise?’ he asked.
Realise what? Without waiting for
me to answer, he forged on.
‘When you asked me “What do you
think of me?” I realised it myself.’
I had been aware that he was slow
to realise things on his own. I had known.
And now, he seemed to have come to
realise his own feelings. This person was so slow.
‘Have you chosen Sakurai over me?’
he asked, his expression pained yet hopeful, ‘Is it because I didn’t see the
signs, people always say that to me. Or is it because I am older than you?’
He kept firing questions at me without
waiting for me to answer. I wanted a chance to answer.
‘That…’ I said trying to interject,
but he said,
‘I like you, Sakamoto. I have liked
you for a long while.’
Eh…why now?
Shacho
looked down at me with a sorrowful expression.
‘Well, you did not say anything at
all.’ I said in a bit of shock.
‘I’d hate to be disliked by you!
What if you leave? It would be better if I was sued for sexual harassment!’
As usual, this guy is full of his
own tsukkomi.
Did he not think I wanted to be
sexually harassed?
‘I was afraid if I confessed to a
young girl like you, you would laugh at me. I once confessed to a girl I liked
in school, everyone heard about it and I became the laughing stock. I could not
tell someone I liked them since then.’
‘What class were you then?’
‘Elementary, why?’ (Zuben:
Buahahaha!)
That far in the past?!
And that trauma was such a distant
past was connected to his current “damage delusions”? This was why?
This was just too funny.
‘Do you…already dislike me?’
Ah, well…
‘You’re probably thinking this
person is a bad guy?’
Well, a little…
‘Your expression says I’m right,’
I rose from the park bench, and
took a deep breath. I leant close to his ear, so I could tell him clearly and
snap him out of his delusions.
‘I have always liked you! I have
never hated you! Sakurai-kun means nothing to me!’ I shouted so loud my voice
echoed around the neighbourhood.
‘Is that true?’ he asked, as though
he could not believe his luck.
‘It’s true,’
‘Is it really true?’
‘It is really true!’
This person; so persistent.
I sighed and endured. But the
president suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me along.
‘Where are we going?’
‘My place.’
‘Ha? Shacho’s house?’
‘To do the things that people with
feelings for each other do?’ As he said this,
Shacho had a fascinating smile on his face. His expression was not
one of some who was drowning in despair a moment ago.
Why is it that I enjoyed your running commentary for smut but not for the normal one? (That series with... Super-Serious-Manager as male lead and Bubbly-Optimist-Angel female lead)
ReplyDeleteI think you should get more smuts /slapped
Translation's great, thanks for this double chap in one post. Saved my internet quota
Simple: With 'Serious', I am being bitchy because I am airing my frustrations at the writer's style; which I personally feel bad and strange about, because I find them so endearing when I don't have to read and transcribe every detail of their conversation and every day doings - multiple times.
DeleteMy humble apologies x.
Aaaah, I know that kind of frustation. Though not for that series. That's understandable
DeletePick more smut instead /stop
You're really bad Zuben! Don't mock a guy trauma!
ReplyDeleteDo you know the sadness of the blogspot. You cannot just push a like button and profess your love. You have get of your lazy bum and then actually type that in the comments.
ReplyDeleteSeries like these prove how h**** I am.
Thank you for the tangible and beautiful translations.
Thank you for commenting! Thanks for the compliments. Hahaha! Dont worry, you're in good company here ^.^/
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