Adachi went to the store. He headed straight to the grocery section. He walked past the bananas, and the pineapples. He ignored the apples and tomatoes. He knew what he was there for. Soon enough, he was standing in front of his goal. The cabbages. On sale for 300 yen each. Today was a good day. Adachi stuffed cabbage after cabbage into his trolley. He didn't bother buying anything else. That was all he needed.
On the way out of the store he got a number of strange looks. Fucking plebians, he thought. They don't understand. Nobody did. Adachi was alone in this world. While lost in thought, he heard a voice he recognised. That kid from Dojima's place was greeting him. Adachi didn't care enough to return the greeting. He muttered some excuse about accidentally buying too much cabbage for dinner and rushed away. Who cares what that little shit thinks? He's too busy crawling through TVs to care about this.
Adachi could barely contain his excitement as he scrambled to unlock his front door. He was panting; his face flushed red. Any normal person would think him sick, and not just physically. This world had no place for someone like Adachi. That's how people think. That's why they deserved to die. The lock clicked. Adachi rushed inside with his bags of shopping.
He carefully prepared for what was about to come. Several empty plastic tubes lined up in his kitchen. Cabbage after cabbage waiting to be prepared. He set to work. One cabbage he diced. One cabbage he carefully sliced. One cabbage he boiled. One cabbage he simply tore apart. He would put each differently prepared cabbage's parts into a different tube, making several of each. Once done, he would begin taking sauces and mixing them into the tubes, to create different combinations. Mayonnaise in one, salad dressing in another. In the end, he created dozens of different tubes, with different mixtures.
He didn't bother cleaning up, instead leaving to another room. Soon enough he returned, taking the tubes back to the room with him. It was a bedroom. There were candles lit all around, and rose petals on the bedsheets and around the floor. A bedside table had a stick of incense slowly burning, while a radio played gentle music on it. Adachi carefully set the tubes down on a desk. Meticulously, in order, he planned out where to place them. His hands were trembling by the time he set the last one down. He went to the bedroom door and locked it, then quickly tore off his clothes. It was now that Adachi declared his intentions.
"I'm going to fuck these cabbages." He said this loudly, proudly, in the only place he could. Now naked, his throbbing member was already leaking with excitement. He took a few deep breaths, then gave into his lust. He didn't even remember what order he'd put them down in. He just grabbed for the closest tube, and thrust himself into it. It only took a few seconds for him to burst. It barely even registered in his mind. He thrust the used container away and grabbed for the next one, knocking down several others in the process. He pushed the cabbage down onto his dick, feeling it wrap around him. The moisture was perfect. He exploded in that tube shortly after.
Several hours later, Adachi's bedroom was a mess of tubes lying on the floor, with cabbage and semen dripping out of them. The incense had long since burnt out, and could no longer hide the smell of sweat, musk and soiled cabbage. Adachi had passed out, lying alone in that room where he was accepted for who he was. Today was a good day. Maybe tomorrow he'd try lettuce.
