Despite how late I had slept, I woke up refreshed and full of
energy. My legs and crotch were sore but remembering what I did
with Miyata brought no shame to me. Instead, I was relieved. The
sex we had was liberating, like a huge weight was lifted off my
shoulders at the moment of climax.
Miyata swore that he wouldn't say anything to Souji, not
wanting to jeopardize the relationship he had with his senior
coworker.
He and Souji sat at the table finishing breakfast, while I
washed the dishes. It was intensely quiet. There was only the
occasional slurping of miso soup, and Souji crinkling the newspaper
as he flipped the pages.
My eyes shot to the trash bin where I'd thrown the evidence of
my betrayal into. I had to throw it into the trash chute in the hall later,
so there would be no chance of being found out.
"Miyata," my husband suddenly called his coworker's name,
causing the hair on my neck to stand on end. Souji's eyes were still
buried into the newspaper, and Miyata swallowed, hard waiting for
his next words. Then Souji threw the newspaper onto the table and
pointed to an advertisement. "Look, here. Shinjuku Station opened a
new izakaya that sells western-styled chicken wings! We gotta go
after work."
Both Miyata and I exhaled a stale breath.
"Senpai, you just want to drink me under the table again."
Miyata chuckled.
I turned around, crossing my arms. "I swear if you drink until
you're like that again, Souji…"
"No, no, no, no! One drink is all we'll order. I just want to try
their chicken wings. That's it, honest!" He threw his hands in up,
guilty as charged.
Miyata briefly locked eyes with me and averted his gaze,
blushing. I went back to doing my dishes, hoping Souji didn't suspect
anything.I heard Souji lean over the table and whisper jokingly, thinking
I couldn't hear. "You can look, but no touching the goods. You hear
me?"
"I— I wouldn't do such a thing!" Miyata stammered.
My face was getting hot just hearing them talk. I thought I
wouldn't feel guilty, but now I did.
The two of them were about to leave, but I grabbed my
husband at the door, and pulled him in for a deep kiss. I push my
tongue into his mouth, surprising the both of us. I don't know why I
did it. I just acted.
Miyata glanced away, embarrassed to watch.
When I pulled away, Souji was red up to his ears. There was
a hint of shame in his eyes that I didn't understand.
"Tonight, when I come home for sure," Souji said.
"Good," I simply replied.
As they left, a renewed sense of joy overwhelmed me. Souji
definitely meant we were going to have sex. At long last, we were
going to try for a baby tonight.
I headed back inside and saw my phone resting on the living
room coffee table. Seeing it compelled me to check the app.
The menu showed I had [11,000/5,000,000] points after
purchasing the lingerie. I paid back 10,000 points earned from
having sex with Miyata, which left another 10,000 points until the
loan was repaid.
I had to play it safe today, otherwise I might run into a
situation where it made a choice for me again. Worst possible
scenario would be it making me have sex with multiple partners. I
just had to stay home for the rest of the day. Easy.
Or I would have liked to hope.
My phone rang with a notification.
Kanako just texted me about coming down with a fever and
wanted me to come over. Jun wasn't home, and she felt too
bedridden to cook.
I really didn't want to leave the house.
However, it was my best friend asking me for help. She never
turned me down whenever I was sick. I remembered an instanceduring exam week, I'd come down with a cold, and she took care of
cleaning and cooking so I wouldn't miss a beat studying.
"Ahh, damn it, Kanako. You're lucky I love you," I said to my
phone.
After whipping up a bowl of congee, I packed it full of side
dishes in another container. Salted peanuts, pickled plum, tempura
flakes, century eggs, and scallions, all the things Kanako loved.
There were certainly healthier options, but it couldn't hurt to brighten
her mood being sick.
Just as I reached the door, my phone vibrated.
I thought it was Kanako asking me to bring something
specific, but it turned out to be the NTL app.
The three choices were:
[Walk out without your bra.] +1,000pts
[Walk out without your panties.] +1,000pts
[Walk out without any underwear.] +3,000pts
Another menu popped up. The same one that showed when it
made the choice for Miyata and I to have sex.
[Because you previously accepted a loan, the choice with
the highest points has been made for you. Please make sure to
pay back the points in a timely manner, or face the appropriate
consequences.
Thank you.]
"Without my underwear… It honestly could have been worse,"
I said, sighing.
I returned to my room, stripped down naked, and put my light
blue shirt back on but with a gray cardigan on top. Since I wasn't
going anywhere special, just to my friend's place, I decided on loose
gray sweatpants to match with the cardigan. The entire outfit was
comfortable, and there's nothing to worry about if I sweat from the
August heat.
Even though I was covered, I couldn't help but feel naked
without my underwear. The psychological complacency of having
worn them all my life, not having the sound of mind wearing them
now, was messing with me.I totally began to feel like an exhibitionist even though I was
the furthest thing from it. The sensation of fabric rubbing against my
nipples was intensified by walking out into the public. The faster I got
to Kanako's place, the better. But she lived on the southeastern edge
of Shinjuku.
Fortunately, I arrived on time at a bus stop to catch a ride
before it departed. The bus was full of salary workers getting to work
and college students heading to class. All the seats and
straphangers were taken, some people like myself stood without, we
were all packed like sardines.
I was sandwiched between a few older gentlemen behind and
students whose bags were grinding into my belly. There was even an
elbow pressed against my chest, and I was sure they were doing it
on purpose.
Just then, I felt a hand rubbing my side. It belonged to a
scruffy middle-aged man with a mess of hair.
A molester in a time like this? Just my luck.
His creeping hand grew bolder because I couldn't move away.
It slid under my shirt, and he began to stroke my lower back.
I was terrified.
I wanted to say something, but I didn't want to cause a scene.
But was that really true?
Getting touched by another stranger was beginning to turn me
on. I could tell I was wet between my legs. My chest and nipples,
having been made sensitive from Miyata's pinching and the fabric
rubbing against it, were also stimulating me.
Eventually, the man found enough room to squeeze behind
me.. Something hard rubbed against my butt, and I could tell right
away what it was.
The joggers I wore were held up by an elastic band around
my waist. His exploring hand realized this, so instead of one, two
hands reached underneath to grab my waist.
I bit back the desire to yell. At this rate, I was going to get
molested.
Did I want this to happen?My phone suddenly vibrated with a notification. To my
mortifying dread, it was the NTL app giving me more choices:
[Pull your pants down for the molester.] +1,000pts
[Let the molester have his way with you until the next
stop.] +6,000pts
[Invite the molester to Kanako's house and have sex with
him.] +11,000pts
Oh, no.
No way.
No way. No way. No way. No way. No way. No way. No way.
No way.
At this rate, the app was going to make me have sex with
another man. Kanako was going to find out if he followed me into her
home. I wouldn't be able to hide it anymore.
However, as I waited for the choice to be made for me, it
instead picked the second option. It had every reason to pick the
third option because it awarded the most points. That was what it did
last time. It didn't make sense, but I was relieved nonetheless.
Could it be because 11,000 points went over the amount
owed? I did leave the house without underwear and earned 3,000
points, which left only 7,000 points left to repay. That had to be it.
The same relief was brushed away as the molester dug into
my pants. Both hands squeezed my buttcheeks, making me jerk
forward.
"It must be my lucky day to find a pervert who doesn't wear
any underwear," he whispered from behind.
Now that the choice was made, I had to let him do as he
pleased. If I resisted or told him off, it might fail the conditions
immediately.
Encouraged by my lack of resistance, his hands caressed me
with lascivious intent. One moved to the front of my crotch while the
other rubbed the space between my butt. My body was getting hotter
the more he touched, and I was beginning to wish for more.
A finger brushed my clit. I bit down on my lip to keep from
making noise,I didn't have to see his face to know he was grinning when he
said, "Oh. You're wet right from the get-go. Are you a slut, miss?"
My breathing grew shallow as he continued to tease me. The
pleasure was building despite my attempts to ignore it. I was feeling
too good to pretend it wasn't happening. Clenching my fists and jaw
was all I could do until the bus stopped.
His finger stopped playing with my clit, and just when I
thought he had his fill, two fingers penetrated my pussy. I covered
my mouth to keep my voice from being heard. My brain was turning
to mush, and my legs like wet noodles
Being molested on the bus was turning me on. Even my
nipples had gotten hard, and they showed because I wasn't wearing
a bra.
There were people in every direction I turned that had no
idea. Most had their backs turned and others stared into their
phones. I was fortunate they hadn't noticed yet, but if this kept going,
they might suspect something was up.
The bus came to a stop. It wasn't my stop, but people pushed
past and scooted around me to get off. I quickly put my purse in front
of me so entering commuters wouldn't see the outline of the
molester's hand.
Wait. Why did I do that? If I had let them see, people would
have acted to stop him.
Unless… I didn't want them to stop him…?
The bus lurched forward to move again. As it did, the hand
that had been stroking my butt pressed a finger into my ass.
Not even Souji had anal sex with me before. That was
uncharted territory that we never thought to touch on. I hadn't ever
been curious about it either. But as the molester's finger, lubricated
by the wetness from my pussy, pushed into this new hole and my
head began to spin.
A mix of fear and pleasure gripped my heart, but I was too
terrified to do anything. The latter won out, and I waited with
anticipation of letting him have his way entirely.
"Nnngh…ahnn..."He was slow and quiet enough to keep the moist sounds of
my crotch at a minimum, but his gentle touch was getting me closer
to a climax. It didn't help that another finger was halfway into my
butt.
I was feeling so good that I relaxed my lower body so he
could get his finger the rest of the way in. My ass and pussy were so
full from just his fingers. He had plugged me up, and the pleasure
from it wracked every inch of my body.
The difference in having it in my other hole was night and day.
I was going crazy from being penetrated on both ends.
I couldn't take it anymore. My trembling legs signalled the
coming orgasm. I covered my mouth with both hands and moaned
into it. At the same time, car horns blared outside of the bus to help
conceal my moans.
As I came down from my climax, the molester's fingers left my
body and something else pressed against my butt. He had taken his
penis out, rubbing it against the fabric of my pants and between my
buttcheeks.
"I can't believe I got you to cum," he said triumphantly. "It's
only fair that you give me the same treatment. You don't mind, do
you?"
He wanted to rape me on this bus full of people. Was it really
rape at this point? I didn't resist. But he was going to put it in without
a condom, and there was nothing I could do about it.
The bus lurched to a stop again. Fortune was on my side as I
heard the bus announced my stop. We had arrived on the block to
Kanako's home.
When the doors opened, I rushed out, pushing people out of
the way. The commuters getting on the bus after me screamed as
the doors closed, presumably seeing the man's penis hanging out.
I sighed, barely managing to preserve myself. If he had his
way with me, especially without a condom, I could have gotten
pregnant. I might have betrayed Souji by having sex with another
man, but the place inside me was reserved only for my husband.
One step forward and my legs collapsed from under me. The
heat of the concrete sidewalk was a welcome relief. I still felt themolester's finger in my butt. The wet warmth between my legs was
getting cold, but I couldn't wipe myself in public. I had to put up with
it until I got to Kanako's place.