My name is Uesugi Yukari. I'm 24 years old. Just an ordinary office lady with nothing special. I work at one of those so-called black companies. Yesterday, I missed the last train again and didn't get home to my place, which is two stations away from the office, until around 2 AM. My tired body hardly has the energy for anything, so I gulp down the nutritional jelly I've stockpiled, masturbate and then go to sleep naked without even bothering to remove my makeup.
Around 7:30 in the morning, I get up, take a shower, and reapply makeup that I had just removed.
…I hardly ever see any men at work or even in town. I might have caught glimpses of them in the distance during my school days, but I've never had a conversation with one. I'm not quite sure why I bother to make myself look good when there are no men around, but it's not like I can avoid it—my boss would give me a hard time, and just in case I happen to run into a man, I can't afford not to look my best.
It's been two years since I joined the company. I haven't seen a single man, not even once.
For breakfast, I have a balanced nutrition cookie. I used to be confident in my cooking skills back in high school when I was part of the cooking club, but as a busy working adult, I can't spare the time for that. And honestly, I don't even have the motivation to cook just for myself.
After munching on a dry nutrition cookie, it's around 9 AM. I might be late for work, but considering I was made to work illegally overtime for 7 hours yesterday (5 hours of which were unpaid overtime), I hope they'll cut me some slack for being an hour late.
To be honest, lately I've been thinking it might be easier if I just got fired due to excessive tardiness.
On a bench at the station around 9:30 AM, there's someone lying down.
…Those kinds of women are quite common, aren't they? I glance at her and notice she seem fairly large, but she doesn't has much in the chest area.
Could she possibly be a man?
I didn't want to go to work and I'm already late anyway. So, I buy a sports drink from a nearby vending machine and as part of my escapism, I approach the person lying down on the bench.
They have very short hair and a sun-kissed tan. Their bone structure is obviously different from ours, and just looking at them makes my uterus throb. Come to think of it, when was my ovulation day?
I'm now convinced that the person lying on the bench is indeed a man.
The next thought that crosses my mind is, 'Why is a man sleeping in a place like this?'
Generally, men are either under government control or living in the homes of women they're married to. As a result, they hardly ever go out and even if they do, the places they can go are quite limited. At least I've never seen them in this town.
So, for the past few years, apart from on screens, I haven't seen men at all.
And this heat… The sun is strong, and my foundation, mixed with sweat, is bothering me.
I think to myself, 'Perhaps he's suffering from heatstroke?' Heatstroke can be fatal in some cases. Men are physically weaker and need to be protected. If they were to die from something like heatstroke, it would be a significant loss.
I start sweating and thinking that I might be facing an unbelievable situation. With courage, I gather my strength and speak up.
"Um, are you okay?"
He uncovers his face, and when he opens his eyes, I'm taken aback. He's even more attractive than I thought. And despite looking like he's in pain from heatstroke, his complexion is fine, which is a relief.
This is the first time I've been this close to a man in person, and my heart is racing.
"…I'm not doing too well, so, could you give that to me? Mouth-to-mouth?"
This must be a dream. I must have dozed off due to exhaustion from work and conjured up this fantasy world. His actions and words are so alluring that it's hard to believe they're real."
"Huh? Um… huh?"
The woman in the suit who kindly bought me a sports drink suddenly utters something, seemingly puzzled by my unexpected forwardness. However, her eyes flicker with anticipation as she glances at me, and her face turns slightly red, probably due to the scorching heat.
At the very least, I don't see any expressions of contempt or disgust. That's already a positive sign.
Now then, is it okay to push the boundaries a little?
In this world, the male-female ratio is 1:1000, a complete reversal of chastity norms.
That fairy-like beauty earlier was just a matter of bad timing. She managed to secure a promise for sex, and someone like Shizuki even took the initiative and pushed for it.
If I gather up a bit of courage, she might surprisingly accept.
"See, because I was lying out here in this heat, I've sweated a lot and if I don't drink something, I might die from heatstroke, you know? Just think of this as saving a life."
"Li-life-saving…"
The woman in the suit swallows hard. She reaches for the bottle of sports drink I handed her, but then hesitates.
"But, you know, there are people around. A-and, if you have enough energy to talk this much, can't you drink it yourself?"
Well, that's true… It seems like doing mouth-to-mouth all of a sudden might be too much for her to handle.
Feeling thirsty, I give up and open the bottle, taking a few gulps of the sports drink. The woman in the suit has a rather visibly disappointed expression.
…Rather than that, it would have been nice if she'd fed it to me herself.
But I can understand that feeling all too well. If I were in her shoes, even if a woman suddenly asked me to do mouth-to-mouth, I probably wouldn't be able to do it. And even though I wouldn't be able to do it, I'd likely regret not being able to. I just casually mentioned mouth-to-mouth in a hopeful manner.
Also, based on her reaction, I think I could push a bit more.
"Thank you for the sports drink."
"N-no problem."
Showing gratitude with sex… Well, that might be a bit unnatural.
Seems like not all women in this world are as forward as Shizuki. She probably would've definitely done mouth-to-mouth for sure.
That means this woman in the suit is a bit shy. Yet, she went out of her way to worry about me lying here in the heat and got me a sports drink. In that case…
"It's really hot today, isn't it?"
"Y-yes."
"I feel like I'd like to go somewhere cooler… you know?"
"Th-then why not go inside the station? They have air conditioning."
No, that's not it.
I'm starting to feel like I'm getting a 180-degree response that's completely opposite to what I was hoping for. But, considering she's been staying here all this time, there might be a chance.
According to an article I read online, hitting on someone requires a strong mental state that doesn't break even if you're rejected.
"Actually, I'm wandering around without a penny to my name right now, and I don't have a place to stay tonight…"
"W-well, if that's the case, you could contact the police, and they'll arrange a safe place for you to stay. Since you're a man, they'd probably provide thorough assistance."
That's not what I meant!
Is there a chance here or not? With some resolve, I try to be more direct.
"If possible, I'd like to stay at your place."
"T-that's… I mean, you've been saying things like mouth-to-mouth and coming to my place. I-it's not okay for a boy to say things like that, you know? I-I'm a responsible adult, so I've been enduring it, but if you said the same things to other women, they'd have already assaulted you!"
She said that in an increasingly agitated voice.
Actually, I wanted her to assault me, but this sister is just so kind. However, based on the nuance of her response, it seems like there might be a chance.
I stand up and place my hand on her shoulder.
She's about a head shorter than me and her chest is somewhat small.
The woman in the suit, with her shoulder held from the front, trembles slightly, looking at me with teary eyes. Just by touching her over her suit, I can feel her excitement.
To relieve the tension, I take a deep breath and say, "I meant it that way."
"W-what's your intention?"
"Sister, you're kind and beautiful. I really want to spend the night together and if you could provide me with some food, a place to sleep, and a bit of spending money, I'd be very grateful."
"W-well, I'm not rich, and I can't afford that much."
"Just provide what you can, and that'll be enough."
If she lets me stay and provides food, I don't even need spending money.
Well, I'd be super happy if I got around 50,000 yen. With that kind of nuance, the woman in the suit swallows hard.
"…I understand."
Saying that, she takes out her cell phone and makes a call somewhere. I don't want to hear the content, so I wait while absentmindedly looking around the street.
"…I took a day off work. So, you're coming to my place with me from now on, right?"
"Yes."
"…I'm not so rational that I'd let a boy into my house without any intention, you know?"
"No problem."
Actually, what I want the most is sex. If she doesn't make a move, I plan to initiate something myself.
"Shall we hold hands?"
"Huh? …S-sure, please."
Her hand in the suit is small and trembling. She's probably nervous. Her nervousness is starting to infect me too, and I'm starting to feel a bit excited. Thinking that I'm about to do something with this sister, my downstairs is already on full alert.
Just about two hours ago, I was made to ejaculated by Shizuki. Even though I just got that done…
Holding hands like lovers, we headed towards the woman in the suit's house.