The silence that followed as I locked myself in my room was
more deafening than peaceful. There was no way Mr. Tanaka didn't
see the dildo.
But the embarrassment was quickly replaced by the urge to
use the sex toy. I was alone, Souji was at work, no one here except
myself and the silicone imitation of a penis.
I made sure to wash it first and laid out a towel on the bed to
sit on. It came with a small bottle of gel lubricant which I wasn't too
sure how much to apply. The dildo felt strange in my hand gooped
up with lube. Thick veins run along the length of it to simulate the
real thing, but of course, it felt nothing like an actual one.
My mind fell back to last night when I gripped my neighbor's
erect penis. It was so large and hot, throbbed in my hand and throat,
completely different from this cold inanimate object.
I started by rubbing the shaft against my slit. Shocks of
pleasure immediately ran up my spine. As soon as the tip pressed
into the entrance, my entire body shuddered.
There was no stopping me now. Souji and I didn't have sex
last night, I'd been pent up for a whole week, and the sensation of
Mr. Tanaka's penis was still fresh in my mind. I needed this. It was
with a toy, so it couldn't be considered cheating.
I wasn't betraying Souji by doing this, just satisfying my own
needs.
My free hand went straight to rubbing my clit. Such a tiny nub
was able to melt me from a single touch. Lubricated by both the gel
and my own wetness, the dildo slid deeper into me with ease, and
waves of indescribable bliss reverberated under the surface of my
skin.
"Ahh… nnnh, so good— aahhh!"
The moans came out on their own, exacerbated by the fact
that I was alone. I had no reason to hide my voice. In fact, I wantedto hear myself. Had I always sounded so erotic? Listening to myself
encouraged me to keep going.
My movements using the dildo sped up as the pleasure built
inside me. It wasn't the biggest thing, and didn't reach all the way
inside me, but it felt good nonetheless. I was getting close, and my
moans louder as I neared climax.
I imagined my husband on top of me, pounding into my pussy
with every intention of getting me pregnant. That thought was the
final straw that pushed me over the edge to an orgasm. Fireworks
exploded in my head, my body tightened so hard the dildo was
squeezed out of me.
"Yes, yes…! Aahh— Souji, I'm… cumming— aaaahhhhh!"
I laid there catching my breath. My crotch was soaking wet
and leaking. Purchasing the dildo was a good choice.
My eyes had been opened. To think there were other sex toys
that could stimulate other parts of my body. I wanted to try others
discreetly, but that would require me to participate in the game more
often.
First I needed to meet up with Kanako, she had been playing
longer than I have and should know more about the game. Before
leaving, I cleaned the bedroom up and dildo, rolled it into a towel,
and stuffed it underneath my underwear drawer.
With Obon coming up, many people were in high spirits.
Certain parts of the city like parks and plazas were cordoned off for
construction workers to build yaguras, temporary towers in which
celebrants danced around during the festival.
One of the wooden scaffoldings at the park I was waiting at
was nearly complete. It brought back memories of when Souji and I
danced together, we had done so every year up until he was
promoted to his current position. I wondered if we were going to
celebrate this year.
We had made plans to visit Souji's parents in Tatsuno city at
Hyogo Prefecture for his days off. My parents already had the
pleasure of seeing us for Obon in July. Back then, I didn't get a
chance to talk to them about having a grandchild, because Souji andI only just talked about it recently. But his family was my family, too. I
was sure they would love to hear about us having children.
Kanako was late, as usual. The same construction workers
made three roundtrips to their trucks, and she still wasn't here. It was
already half past noon, and I'd been waiting since eleven.
She was lucky I didn't mind waiting here. The parks in
Shinjuku, despite being tucked in the middle of a metropolitan area,
were beautiful. An abundance of trees surrounded the park to hide
the concrete jungle of the city, all except for the tallest buildings. A
river untainted by litter and pollution flowed through with birds diving
in for a quick meal.
"Sorry, I'm late!" Kanako came running up to me in a white
crop top and jean shorts. It was like she just left a party or club. Even
her hair was a mess. She dropped down next to me on the bench
and passed me one of two caramel frappes in her hands. "This is
tribute."
"So, you wanna explain to me why you're dressed up like an
American college gal?" I asked.
Kanako turned the other cheek and started whistling. Poorly.
She took a long sip of her frappe and then said, "App gave me the
option of going out in my birthday suit, a bikini, or this. If I wasn't
meeting up with ya, I might actually have worn a bathing suit and
gone swimming!"
Going by what she said, the app asked for more than just
committing sexual acts. It even went as far as having her decide on
different outfits.
"I actually wanted to ask about the NTL app—"
"Did you play? Did you enjoy it? What'd it ask you to do?"
Kanako launched a barrage of questions. She leaned in so close I
could smell the pomegranate perfume on her, and noticed the lack of
a bra strap on her shoulders.
Was she not wearing a bra under that thin crop top?
"Calm down! I did play it, but I'm not going to tell you what I
did. That's embarrassing," I said, sipping on my drink.
"Tch. That's no fun. But you're actually playing it, good on ya
for that," Kanako complimented. "What did you want to ask?""Was the app supposed to know where I live? I ordered
something, and it was delivered to me in an instant so I thought..."
My words trailed off, unable to find the right thing to say to describe
the fear I felt.
Kanako didn't seem to share my concern. She checked her
phone as she drank the frappe, undeterred by the incredibly cold
beverage.
"I was scared at first, too. Jun and I live in a gated penthouse,
so when my first purchase showed up at my door, I freaked out.
Couldn't tell Jun though, being what the app was. Eventually I got
used to it, nothing was happening to me. I figured free stuff was free
stuff," she answered.
Maybe I was just overthinking it. Delivery systems had come
far enough that we had drones flying through the sky to deliver
packages. What's to say that wasn't the case for me?
Talking to Kanako didn't remove all my worries, but being with
her did make me feel less tense about it.
The two sat there watching children play in the park. One day,
hopefully soon, I would come here with my children and have
Kanako babysit them.
Thinking about it had me curious who my kids would take
after. It would be cute if they looked more like Souji. On the other
hand, my genes did preserve my youthful beauty.
"Look at those litter runts. Soon, you'll be popping them out
like popcorn, changing their diapers, feeding them in the middle of
the night— oh, god. I'm getting a headache thinking about it," she
said, grimacing as a young boy tugged at his mother's skirt to get her
attention from another woman.
"Guess I'll have to find another godmother," I tease.
Kanako's head snapped to my direction, and she grabbed me
by my shoulders. "For real, Yui? You were gonna ask me to be your
kid's godmother? I take that back. Consider it done. I'll love 'em more
than you!"
My phone vibrated. I checked it to find three choices on the
screen.
"What is it? The app?" Kanako asked, leaning in to see.I pushed her away before she could get a proper look. "It's
probably Souji!"
That was a lie.
The three choices were:
[Make out with Kanako.] +1,000pts
[Have sex with Kanako.] +10,000pts
[Invite a construction worker to have a threesome with
yourself and Kanako.] +15,000pts
I blinked idly at the preposterous requests on the screen. The
last two were a no-go, but even the least wild one had me doing
something lewd with Kanako.
Make out with her? Out of everyone I knew, she was the most
adventurous in college, and likely had herself a woman.
As my best friend, she would understand why if I asked her.
Hell, she would likely agree to it. Of all the things it asked me to do
until now, this had to be the most agreeable choice. On top of that,
Kanako was a very attractive woman with assets to weaken a loyal
man.
I couldn't do it.
Could I?
I turned to my best friend, who not only plays the same game
as I do, but has been with me through thick and thin for the last
decade. "Kanako, I… "
"Hm? What's up?" Her supple lips clamped on the straw
sucking up the remnants of her frappe.
The blood pumping into my head was making me dizzy.
Kanako stared at me expectantly, completely unaware of what I
thought about doing.
"I…" I took a deep, quivering breath before finally saying,
"I'm… actually going to Hyogo for Obon to visit Souji's parents. You
want me to bring back a souvenir?"
"Yoooo! You're the best! Bring back some of Ninomae mama's
mochi. I fucking loooove them," Kanako shouts, throwing her arms
around me.