The night grew darker.
The park lamps were the only source of light.
The office worker gasped, covered in semen, lying on the ground as if she were trash.
Or at least that's what she said herself, between laughter and gasps,
while touching herself with enthusiasm.
Weird... yes.
But who am I to judge other people's tastes?
Square Face and Skinny turned out to be quite talkative.
After leaving the woman wallowing in her own fantasies,
they started telling me things about their lives.
I hadn't asked them anything.
Square Face was a doctor.
A gynecologist, for that matter.
He said he was frustrated.
That he had fantasized about some patients...
but never touched any of them.
He was professional. Ethical.
And maybe that's why the god chose him.
Skinny worked as a guard in a luxury brothel.
He could look, but not touch.
Surrounded by perfect bodies, always on the sidelines.
While they talked, the scene changed.
A woman appeared walking down the path.
She wore a thick trench coat,
but even so, she couldn't hide her curves.
She wasn't a 100,
but she was close.
The weird thing was that she was trembling.
She was sweating.
Despite the bone-chilling cold.
I felt like I could lose a finger to frostbite.
Well... maybe I was exaggerating.
But she clearly wasn't okay.
Skinny stood up, happy:
"—She wants to fuck. I can smell it."
Square Face smiled:
"—Your ability is quite useful, huh?"
The woman approached.
Her face reflected fear.
But I...
remembered the office worker in the bathroom.
And decided to trust Skinny's ability.
Maybe this was my opportunity.
Maybe I could fulfill the mission with her.
Skinny stepped forward.
She tried to escape.
A weak trot. A look back.
Nothing believable.
And then...
she knelt, drooling,
and started sucking his cock.
I averted my gaze.
Interest: lost.
Not like this.
Not in this way.
Too used.
---
Skinny enjoyed it.
It showed on his face: eyes half-closed, stupid smile.
The woman had a good technique with her tongue.
I stayed watching.
After all, it was a free live show.
Square Face approached too.
He looked happy.
Who wouldn't?
The woman was a babe.
Too used for my taste...
but still tempting.
She wasn't wearing anything under the trench coat.
More than that:
she had a vibrator on.
Obviously, she was in the middle of some game. Or punishment.
This world made everything blend together.
And then...
that feeling again.
Déjà vu.
The woman rang a bell.
The scene too.
I remembered.
A hentai.
A housewife married to an office worker.
The boss of the husband desired her.
He accused her of something, pressured her...
and forced her to be his secretary.
He did everything to her.
And this, without a doubt, was one of those scenes where the "boss"
took her out for a walk... with other intentions.
But this time...
she crossed paths with Skinny and Square Face.
And they had no intention of letting go of the meat between their teeth.
---
Then a man appeared.
Older. Angry. Shouting.
"—Leave her! Let her go or I'll call the police!"
I looked at him.
And hated him instantly.
Wasn't he the horny boss?
That one with airs of superiority.
Arrogant. Useless.
And without thinking much,
we beat him up.
We were three.
And I'm not precisely small.
We tied him up.
With his own tie. With his belt.
And left him lying there,
while they fucked her right in front of him.
I moved away a bit.
I no longer wanted to watch.
Not because of the scene.
Because of him.
He ruined the atmosphere.
He brought me down.
I lost my boner.
---
The dawn of a new day.
At any other time, I would have hated it.
Another day. Another alarm.Having to get up to go to work.
But now... now I felt worried. I still hadn't fulfilled the mission.
Around me, everything remained the same.
Skinny was still happily fucking Trench Coat.
Square Face was enjoying a professional blowjob.
By the technique, by the posture...
it was obvious that the "boss" had trained Trench Coat well.
The office worker, on the other hand, had already cleaned up and dressed.
Before leaving, she smiled sweetly, took a card from her purse...
and left her number.
To everyone's surprise, she walked to a convenience store,
bought some onigiris and bottled tea,
and came back.
"—I was hungry" I said, without thinking.
She heard me.
Nodded, smiled,
and left the food.
Then she waved her hand and left,
as if she had just come out of a karaoke.
We all ate.
Skinny and Square Face,
while they kept fucking Trench Coat.
I,
sitting a few meters away,
chewing slowly.
I looked at the sky.
The sun was just coming out.
And the air still smelled of sex.
---
Skinny was looking at me strangely.
That mix of pity and bewilderment one gives to someone who rejects a free pizza.
"—Why didn't you want to try this pussy?"
"It's tight, bro...
A woman with that body is rare, here or anywhere.
Not sticking it in... is almost a crime."
Square Face also wanted to contribute:
"—Are you worried about getting infected with something?"
"Don't worry, my ability is to detect STDs.
I swear the office worker and this woman are healthier than a horse."
He laughed, proud.
While Trench Coat kept sucking him with dedication.
"—Don't hold back, bro.
Her tongue is out of this world...
and that way of moving sends you to heaven."
I averted my gaze.
The woman was covered in semen.
She licked her lips like a porn actress in the final act.
I made a slight grimace.
Something between disgust and resignation.
"—Nah... I'm good like this.
I already enjoyed myself enough with three schoolgirls in an alley."
Lie.
Or half-truth.
But enough to shut them up.
Yes, I had enjoyed.
Or suffered.
Or both at the same time.
Watching.
Without touching.
---
It was the second day.
And I started to feel rushed.
The mission was still pending.
And although I had seen and learned a lot...
I still hadn't acted.
But the two previous encounters gave me an idea.
"What if I could recognize the plot or characters from some hentai?"
"Isn't that an advantage?"
Until now, I didn't know who was a virgin or not.
But if I paid attention, if I observed well...
I could detect recognizable protagonists.
Those who still haven't done anything.
Those who are still in the "preliminary stage."
I had to try it.
I looked at my clothes:
a gray pajama
and a white polo... that wasn't so white anymore.
I didn't give a good impression.
And with this cold, less so.
Last night I almost froze.
Skinny and Square Face didn't notice:
they were too busy "exercising."
But I did.
Fortunately, there was that guy. The boss.
He was still tied up.
I took his wallet.
Cold, dry, no resistance.
Unfortunately, he didn't have much cash.
Most were cards.
Asking him for the passwords again seemed...
unnecessary.
I had priorities.
First: something for the feet.
Walking barefoot wasn't comfortable.
So I tried at a nearby store.
Maybe I could get something cheap.
---
The convini looked... familiar.
It seemed taken from an anime or hentai that I had seen for years.
I wasn't sure how to buy here,
or if they would have any clothes.
But it was worth trying.
I pushed the door.
The bell rang.
Behind the counter, a blonde girl —or dyed blonde—
looked at me, blushing.
Her voice was trembling.
Between stuttering.
And there it came again...
the déjà vu.
I approached calmly.
Without hurry.
Without pretension.
I leaned slightly,
and looked down,
behind the cash register.
Yes.
A fat guy —bald, with an open shirt and a degenerate face—
was impaling her from below.
From a hole under the counter.
I squinted my eyes.
"—Ero Conbini Tenchou... or something like that."
Yes.
That hentai was good.
I had seen it several times.
A shame to arrive late.
The guy was already fucking the blonde.
And surely he had already gone for the black-haired girl with pigtails.
I didn't see her anywhere.
With a resigned sigh, I decided to follow the procedure.
"—Excuse me, do you have anything for the feet?" The blonde made a tremendous effort to respond.
Tense smile. Smooth movement. Almost professional.
She pointed to the aisle with cheap sandals.
It was the only thing they had.
But enough.
I took a pair. I grabbed a bottle of tea.And paid.The girl, softly gasping, thanked me.
As if she were truly on her shift.
I left the convini.
Neither surprised.
Nor upset.
Maybe a little excited.