" Room service."
" Oh, must be the champagne…" Kurota Yamaguchi got down from the bed and put on his robe before going off. However, it wasn't the exact room service he had expected.
Kurota's face was white, he swallowed, took a deep breath and mumbled, " Sakura…" Instead of a man in uniform, there were three ferocious looking obasan standing in front of him while they glared daggers at him.
The one standing in the middle let out a sudden bellow of rage, her face seized with a spasm. Before Kurota could get the door shut, the angered lady stomped into the room, uninvited, while the other two managed to pin Kurota up against the wall.
" Kumiko! Get dressed! Quick!" Kurota shouted from the front. He was trying his best to pull himself away from the two obese ladies while staring helplessly as the angered lady vanished into the other room.
Her ordeal of affair had begun.
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" Where should we go next? It is so boring." Soujirou asked when he noticed the discreetly lit pub, which they had settled themselves into was slowly filling.
Akira looked up, " Ah, let me rephrase a little." He quipped. His fingers grasping the delicate stem of the wine glass after finishing off the very last drop of champagne in it. Akira then leaned forward and said, smiling engagingly, " It ought to be – where should you, Nishikado Soujirou go next?"
"Oh, tonight is one of the husband-away-on-a-business-trip-nights huh?" Soujirou quipped, rolling his eyes.
" Bingo!" Akira said instantly, " So better start aiming your target now. I wouldn't want to see you suffering from loneliness while I am enjoying myself."
" Speak for yourself." Soujirou snapped. " Perhaps you would need better luck than I do."
" Yeah…sour grapes." Akira smiled, almost mockingly.
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" You this…" The lady, also known as Mrs. Yamaguchi stopped her track when she noticed that the half-dressed lady sitting on the bed was only a teenage and perhaps, at the most 18 years of age. A brief, somewhat uneasy silence followed as they now openly stared at each other. " Konbawa!" Nanaji Kumiko finally broke the ice with her shameless greeting.
Piah!
" You this little bitch!" She hissed after she had regained her composure. Nevertheless, Kumiko just sat on the bed, glaring at her with eyes filled with malicious triumph.
" You could at least have the decency to apologize for what you did!" Mrs. Yamaguchi almost yelled her lung out when she realized that Kumiko hadn't been showing any remorse for her deceitful behaviours.
" Apologize?" Kumiko gave an exaggerated shudder before started laughing out loud. Then, there was the briefest of pauses and Kumiko said, " In your dreams…old hag!"
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" Oh no!" A voice exclaimed and it had succeeded in making Akira sat up in bed before trying to blink himself awake. " What happen?" Akira asked when he realized the living room was suddenly lit. " He's back!" Seiko said hastily and almost in a whispering voice. " Shit! He is checking on me!"
" What the hell…" Akira frowned, there was a smell to a 'busted affair', it is a stench that clings like miasma and Akira hated that.
" Quick, he is coming in." Seiko reminded him. Akira was putting on his pants and at the same time, aimlessly in search of the rest of the clothing that he had carelessly slewed away during their earlier passionate acts. It was really a mess in the room.
" The window…quick!" Seiko pointed at the opened window at the other corner of the room. " What?" Akira swallowed hard, it wasn't the exact exit he had in his mind. However, it wasn't quite an appropriate time to mind about that because the footsteps were getting closer and closer. Akira let out a helpless shrug before he decided to put his right foot to the other side of the window.
His ordeal was about to begin.
To be continued…That's chapter one for now…Love it or hate it? Do let me know. Thanks! ^_^