CHAPTER 1 – GIVE ME SOME LEMON
It was a summer day in some random city in Japan, in a random wooded nook that attracted elderly tourists seeking quietness or young Eco tourists seeking contact with nature plus a little adrenaline.
Today, however, there was something different about the landscape: vehicles, between vans, trailers and buses, occupied the inn's parking lot, and a frenzied turn-around added to the traditional sound of nature.
A recording was in progress.
When the director gave his okay to the scene, Ren sighed imperceptibly. The day was hot, hotter than normal, and that take had taken longer than necessary because of the slips of the actress with whom he was acting, more concerned with admiring him than doing the job for which she was being paid.
Not that Ren was thinking such things. For him, it was always a question of "good professional" and "bad professional," and the bad ones could be taught to be good. For some reason, he felt he had an obligation to teach the bad professionals how to be good professionals, a habit he did not remember how or when he had acquired it, but for a select group of people it was obvious that it was due to a certain kouhai, who made a point of always praising him as an excellent senpai.
Or, as Lory liked to tease, Ren was a perfect "Pavlov's dog," unconsciously fulfilling what Kyoko conditioned him to do with a few compliments.
Practically swallowing all the water from the bottle Yashiro gave him at once, he looked for Kyoko with his gaze. It was strange that she was not watching him, since she hardly missed the opportunity to learn anything from his acting, but found her nowhere else. Yashiro, deducing that Ren was intrigued by Kyoko's absence, commented that she murmured something like "unforgivable" and "unprofessional" before she left, walking toward the inn as if the ground she stepped on was her number one enemy .
Smiling as he imagined the scene, Ren checked with the director when he would be needed again on the set, thanking his good fortune to be able to count on an interval of one hour. Without wasting time, he returned to the inn ignoring the annoying agent, after all, after two years enduring Yashiro's quirks, Ren did not bother any longer.
Asking for Kyoko, he learned from the staff that she crossed the reception desk with a furious expression, headed toward the restaurant and from there, she stepped out the large door that led to the back of the forest.
So typical of her, seek refuge on the banks of a stream...
Ren laughed to himself as he wondered how he would surprise her. Should he lean quietly behind her and blow into her ear? Or should he stand behind the tree where he was and talk to her as if he were a forest spirit?
Approaching sneakily through the trees as a hiding place and the sound of the creek to cover up the sound of his footsteps, Ren succeeded in positioning himself behind the tree she was leaning on, absently reading a book. He bent over, prepared to play a trick on her as if he were ten years old again and... froze.
He swallowed once, he swallowed twice. He was a grown man, but he discovered at that moment, for the first time in his life, that he wanted an ice cream cone.
Not any ice cream cone: one of lemon.
Not any lemon ice cream cone: the one Kyoko so absentmindedly licked.
The pinkish tip of her tongue protruded over the candy, and Ren's eyes followed, hypnotized. From down… to up. From down… to up. From down… to up. Sometimes, greedily, she opened her mouth wider and almost half of the ice cream disappeared inside it, reappearing seconds later a little smaller. Then she would lick it again: from down… to up. From down… to up. From down… to up.
Methodically, she reviewed the gnawing, more effective in reducing the ice cream, with licks that prevented the underside of the candy from flowing from the cone to her fingers. Sometimes, when she was in a more interesting part of the book, her tongue hung a few seconds near the candy before she resumed licking.
Until she laid her mouth on the ice cream, lips parted and as if kissing it, paralyzed as if she were in an especially interesting passage, resuming the action to smile and suck the ice cream.
The unmistakable sucking sound was the last straw: Ren did not need more flammable material in the enviable stock of dirty thoughts he was having with Kyoko, especially since she had celebrated her eighteenth birthday.
No, not at all; better to leave that place immediately, quietly go to his hotel room, take the colder shower of his life, and run back to the set before Yashiro fetches him and finds him in that embarrassing state.
Decades later, an attractive, trim older Kuon Hizuri would reveal to a magazine his unusual fetish for lemon ice cream cone.
N / A - I know, I know: I should be working on my two unfinished fics, and I promise I will… as soon as I cleanse myself from chapter 258 XD
In the meantime, I really need to write something short and fun and even perverted. Do you forgive me? T_T
