A random moment with a hikikomori….
In the dictionary, a hikikomori is defined as a recluse who cuts themselves from society. They rarely leave home and they spend their days confined in their room. Most people who identifies as a hikikomori don't have any friends and don't interact with their families. Now, from what I heard of stereotypes, people like them consume their brains into fantasies of grandeur of video games, manga, and anime. In other words, a otaku hermit. Well, that is not always true. From the research I gathered, hikikomori is a person who has a bias between reality and fantasy. Something triggered them to get away from society. Pressures of success, bullying, overall a low sense of self-worth.
People think of hearing the word, hikikomori, and actually assumed that it pertains to the Japanese. Not necessarily. Just because that is a Japanese word, it can reflect upon anyone who is confined into their own shell and labeled themselves as hermits.
My classmate and acquaintance...well let's call her Nory. Funny name, I know. But it is an anagram of her full name. I am disclosing this name because I have my reasons. Part of which is going to be included in this story. Nory and I used to have class together. She sat two rows down from me. She was a quiet girl. A girl who blend into the walls and didn't have a clue who she was until she spoke. She was a pretty girl. Despite the scruffy frizzy black hair, covering her blue eyes underneath her bangs, she can be pretty. She always wore the same kind of clothes. A blouse that she had in numerous of colors. She sported a plaid skirt. Honestly, you would think she was a private school girl or a Japanese school girl. She confined herself in the corner. Always drawing and listening to music. That was her routine until she stopped coming to class. My teacher never bothered her. She did her work punctually and made decent grades. She was the most quiet of the class, so it didn't what Nory did.
However, she was targeted by some. They would throw spitballs, balled paper, and the occasional pen or pencil. Once, one boy poured spoiled milk over her hair and spat at her. His words, "It doesn't matter, she is just trash to be disposed of." That bothered me. I didn't have enough time to let those words resonate. I was dumbfounded on his poor choice of words. Trash, you called her? I showed him what trash was. From what I have collected or what Clyde told me. I swinged my book into his face. I hit him. However, in the midst of my frustration, Nory also became collateral damage.
As I was getting help by the nurse (the substitute nurse while Nurse Kazami took the day off to get some supplies for our next encounter), she told me that Nory snapped. Nory got up and attacked the boy. Then, she went for me. However, she didn't attack me. She came and kissed me. I don't remember any of it, but the taste of spoiled milk was enough proof.
Nory hasn't been to school since. According to my teacher, Nory will be spending the rest of the year homebound. Because of her situation, her assignments are to be sent to her home. However, her only family is her grandmother and she is a shut-in. In result, my teacher assigned me to give her her homework. Of course I was not surprised. She would pick the boy who is the protagonist in this story to do a deed. It is never the secondary character. But, alas, the path would have crossed eventually. Nory doesn't seem so bad. She had a pretty smile. She shared one that day when I was being sent home for my two-day suspension.
Nory lives in the same apartment complex as Sam. fortunately, Nory's apartment block is in front of the complex. Sam lives a few blocks near the back. At some point, I have to face Sam. I hope to be awake this time for our 2-on-1, hands free catch the quarter, or lesbian. Feeling the aches from my butt, I am certain that Sam and/or Luna has done something. But, they are not the first to do so.
That story I will explain another time. Also, the story when I have lost my virginity. Contrary to popular belief, the girls I have had my encounters with, neither of which have taken my virginity. There was someone else. Hopefully someday I can share that girl to you guys. But, I am not ready to share that. Sorry, people, it isn't Ronnie Anne.
Back to the story, I have my backpack with all of her notes. I am happy that she lives on the first floor. I ring the bell to get her attention. After a few moments, the door opens. It is her grandmother. A very friendly lady. She is in her seventies and confined to a wheelchair. Despite her ailments, she is a highly spirited lady. She is happy that somebody can to see her granddaughter. As she takes in and takes her notes, she offers me tea. As we drink, she explains how Nory used to be outgoing. It shows on her pictures that she used to do tennis, cheerleading, and softball. Her grandmother's voice fades. She says that when her parents and older brother died in a car crash a few years back, she changed.
I remember that Nory was a new student at one point. It was about two years ago. She wasn't in my class back then, but she was gloomy as she is now. Her grandmother tells me that Nory's behavior has recently changed because she kept mentioning my name.
Lincoln is so wonderful, grandma.
He saved me from the stupid dude who poured milk on me.
Lincoln is so cute, so smart.
I like Lincoln. He is my new friend.
Flattered with the comments, I am grateful to know Nory and I are in good terms. I don't mention the kiss to her grandmother. Don't want to promote further ideas with this lady. She asks me if I want to visit Nory. Being casual, I insist.
She takes me by the hand to her bedroom. The sounds of speed rock is coming through the thick door. She knocks a few times but no answer. Her grandmother tells me to walk in. She says that she should be decent because it is late in the afternoon. I thank her. She tells me that she is appreciative of my friendship with Nory. She honestly never thought she can have a friend. She tells me that she is going to take nap. And feel free to leave after I finish talking to Nory.
I take my hand and open the door. Upon opening, it is dark, with the exception of the curtain showing the sound and the huish glow from the computer screen. I feel the bass boosting through her speakers. They were Bose speakers and looks very updated. Surprisingly, her room isn't a mess. I always thought hikikomori people kept their room music, but it is strangely neat. I mean, there is trash, but it is organized. Her clothes are folded, the floor is clear.
Through the darkness, I see stacks of manga on her bed and on her desk. She had collections of shounen, shoujo, yaoi (plenty of it), yuri, and ero-manga. Let's be honest, there is plenty of ero-manga on her bed. Now, I am not a particular fan of hentai, but she has work from Juan Gotoh, Michiking, and that artist who writes A Woods of a Thousand Young. I even see Sakura Diaries and Aki Sora in her pile.
Side note, Aki Sora speaks to me. That comic moved me because I can feel where Sora is coming from. My timidity isn't the same as him, but I felt his emotions with his sisters. I can't stand the younger sister. She was a confused bitch. Excuse me, but I am telling you how I felt. She is a complete tsundere bitch. I mean why in the hell do you get mad at Sora for your feelings of Kana. I mean, you introduced her to him. What do you think was going to happen? Then you rape him as a result of your ill feelings? I hate when people give orders without taking responsibility. Fortunately, none of my sisters, with the exception of Luna share those feelings. If I were Sora, those scissors….
Ok, enough of that rant. This story is about Nory and not me. I make a reminder to share that in the future.
Back to the story, I see her chair at the center in which I call, The Headquarters. This girl had the most top of the line gear you can imagine. She has six computer screens, three on each side. She had XBOX One and PS4. Her video game collection outshines mine any day of the week. One thing that is hitting me, where in the heck does she gets this money?
I walk closer as she has headphones. As I approach, I hear her making moans. I then notice that I hear soft, but squishy sounds. Now, it doesn't take much of a genius to know that she is masturbating. I am getting used to it. Lori and Leni does it at night when they think no one is listening. We aren't bold enough to go through the door. I use a fan to block the sounds, white noise.
I keep my distance. I am curious. I mean I don't want to surprise her, then yet again, why I am still here? I peep at the screen. She is watching pornography and not any pornography, hentai. I should have known better. However, I am still curious. I see as she rubs herself on her tities. She is wearing a gray t-shirt. If I paid attention, I didn't know she had nice breast. She continues flicking her nipples with one hand and stroking her pussy with the other hand. I can't see her panties, but the musk is apparent. It is strong, pungent. It lets me know how long it has been since she taken a shower.
I see a box next to the laptop. The cover matches the same thing I am seeing in the computer screen.
"School Days," I said aloud.
She stops. She takes out the headphones and she turns her chair into my direction. She doesn't react right away. I see that she is in a daze. Her gray shirt is so sweaty that her nipples are protruding. Her yellow panties are drenched. Sweat stains and spots of her juices are apparent.
Now, I know what you are thinking, How am I so calm with this? A boy should be rock hard when seeing this. I am used to it, for starters. Granted this situation is worthy of it. However, I am not a pervert. I am just in a position in which I have taken more beatings than Rihanna on Chris Brown's best days. Or better yet, I have taken more beatings than D-Day. Point is, I know where this is going and I am mentally prepared for it.
"Lincoln," she cries in shock. She looks at herself as she is surprised to see her in this position.
"Listen, Nory," I tell her. "I am sorry for intruding. Your grandmother let me in."
She stares at me. However, I watch as her hand is extending towards me. Following her hand, she stands.
"Lincoln," she cries. She runs to my direction and pushes me to the bed. I smell the pungent odor as it impacts my nose. It reminds me of onion and three day old limburger cheese. How do I know? Bobby brought some back to Lori when he was visiting France.
She takes my face, feeling the used hand on my face. "Lincoln, you saw me, didn't you?" Her eyes tell me everything. I should have never seen her in this position. I should have never come here. Before I could deduce any more thought, she reaches for my face again and kisses me. My eyes widened as she is thrusting her tongue in my mouth. Meanwhile, she bucks her hips at my groin. She locks grips as she lightly moans at the pleasure she is receiving for herself.
In the midst of this, my dick begins standing at attention. I knew it was only a matter of time.
Once she finishes kissing me, she stands up. "I didn't want you to see me like this. But, since you are here, I might as well continue."
I try to produce a sentence to explain that it doesn't have to be like this. However, she gets a taser and jerks it on my stomach. I am being electrocuted as her face displays nothing.
As I am drifting, I can hear her humming.
I am sorry, Lincoln. I didn't want to do this. Since you are here, I will be taking advantage. Can't wait to have fun with you, Senpai!
This concludes a random moment with a hikikomori. To be continued until next time.