"To Takato. Happy birthday. Hope you'll like this gift... That's it?" Shiuchon blinked when she read the note attached to the wrapped gift.
Takato nodded, finding himself shrinking into a fetal position. His resentment towards the sender had long been doused by time, but that didn't mean he wanted to be reminded of her now that he'd gotten over her lies. That it was big enough to fit Koharu spoke of the length she'd gone through to make sure he wouldn't just throw it away, at least not immediately.
"She sent a message too." He absentmindedly rapped his fingers against his knees. "Had to charge her phone back but she said she's in Kyushu right now. Not that I care."
Shiuchon's room suddenly seemed so small, and no amount of plushies he reached for to hug could calm him down. Koharu as always soothed him with its soft fur, and his cleaned up goose too had found a spot by his leg.
"You're not gonna open it?" Shiuchon said as shook the box. Its contents seemed tightly packed that no sound was coming out to give a hint of what was hiding inside.
He shrugged. "Why don't you open it?"
"You sure?" She asked, though her hands were already halfway to tearing down the wrapper before he could even respond. "Huh?" She blinked when she pulled out the assortments of stuff packed in the box.
"What is it?"
"I... don't know."
Takato unfurled himself and crawled forward to study the smaller boxes. There were three of them, all with illustrations of these weird appliances on them. At first glance they seemed like something he'd find in a toy store. And at second glance he realized they were toys, but for a different purpose than most kids should be acquainted with.
"Okay, maybe I should thank her. These look nice." Takato said in curiousity as he took out one of the toys, a skin-colored cylinder with an opening that reminded him of a certain part of a girl's anatomy.
Shiuchon meanwhile studied its counterpart, a piece of hard plastic that mimicked Takato's own friendly little guy.
The last box was something neither of them was sure what, but the description had the word "vibrator" written on it.
"Huh, there's another note here," Shiuchon said and picked up a piece of paper buried inside the bigger box. "Let's see, it says here to put the other two in... your butt?"
"M-my what?" Takato's hands instinctively went to touch his behind.
"Let's try it!" The girl chirped and threw herself onto him.
"W-wait, Shiuchon!"
His pants were gone in seconds, leaving his bottom bare for her to test out their new toys. Takato blushed at being manhandled by the much smaller girl, her hand keeping his rump up so she could insert the vibrator thing.
He wasn't sure if his butthole was made to be penetrated in such a way, but he could feel his inflamed muscle hugging every inch of it as he took in a sharp breath. And then she turned it on.
"Oh wow..." Takato blinked in awe at the foreign but not so unpleasant sensation. The vibration actually shook his hips and the area between it. His dick liked the feeling and made its opinion known my slowly rising against the vibration.
Shiuchon let go of his feet to reach for the other toy, the cylinder, and promptly climbed his laps to envelope him inside it. The lack of warmth was the biggest difference, but between the ceaseless vibrations and the girl sliding the pocket pussy up and down his length, his only response was to shudder under the stimulation.
Takato was subject to several experimentations that day, each with different combinations of the toys. Shiuchon too took her turn playing with them, which meant less time with the vibrator toy for him. They couldn't argue for long about who got to play with it next because it ran out of batteries.
As for the other two toys, Takato had no use for the pocket pussy as the real thing felt better anyway, but the plastic dick fit snuggly inside his butt that he couldn't help but wonder if it'd feel better if another boy were inside him.
"No," Shiuchon resolutely said when he brought it up.
"What? I'm just saying."
"Well, nobody else can have you. We're each other's special person, you said that." She huffed.
Takato chuckled though he did feel touched she remembered that. "You're right, I'm sorry. I'm all yours."
Takato left Shiuchon's room later to get some drink before they did their summer homework together. School apparently didn't like when students didn't have to study for a whole month, so they had the students bring the schooling to home instead. Ugh.
On his way to the kitchen, he just so happened to hear a familiar sounds coming from one of the rooms. Familiar as in they were the sounds he and Shiuchon would make when they had their games.
He could distinctly tell the faint voice of a girl, and even that seemed familiar. He recalled that this was Rinchei's room. A boy of sixteen, so pretty much grown up enough that adults likely wouldn't think too much about it, which was probably why the teenager and his partner were being so loud.
If it was up to Takato, he'd hide his secret game with Shiuchon for as long as possible. Because otherwise, their parents would kill them if they found out. And they likely wouldn't get to see each other again too...
Well, whatever. Rinchei could do whatever he wanted. The guy was almost an adult anyway. As for Takato, he needed to get that drink before Shiuchon came out and whine at his slowness.
He passed by the living room where Jenrya and Jaarin were watching the tv. With auntie Mayumi out for grocery and uncle Jan'yuu at work, the two siblings took full advantage of the freedom to laze on the sofa while still in their pajamas. They gave him a slight nod of acknowledgement before going back to focusing on the screen.
Takato entered the kitchen and took out two glasses that he brought to the fridge. Shiuchon liked chocolate milk so he poured that for her and took the orange juice for himself. When he was about to leave however, somebody else entered the kitchen.
He blinked. "Katou-san? What are you doing here?"
The girl in question smiled. "I told you to just call me Juri, didn't I?"
"R-right. Juri." He nodded awkwardly, not expecting to see his old crush here of all places.
He moved away from the fridge to let her take some drink of her own. To his surprise, she pulled out a can of beer.
Juri waved in reassurance when he gawked at her. "Haha, don't worry, this isn't for me. This is for Rinchei. Though don't tell anyone that. He's not supposed to drink either."
"Rinchei?" Takato blinked. Wait a minute, wasn't he...
Juri mistook his confusion for her reason being here.
"Yeah. I'm tutoring him. Can't you hear his pronunciation getting better? And I get to learn some sign language too," she said before making what appeared to be signs in the air. "That's the finger spelling for JU-RI. Neat, right?"
Takato didn't respond, only furrowing his brow as he looked at her. That was when he noticed it; her slightly messy hair, her creased dress, her missing sock in one leg. His eyes widened when he connected the dots.
"That noise was you and Rinchei, wasn't it?"
"Y-you heard that?" Juri started, proving that he was right in his accusation. But her surprise went as fast as it came, replaced by a more stern expression. "Well then."
Takato gulped and stepped back as she marched towards him, her fake smile so sweet that it was creeping him out.
"Juri, what are you–"
She put a finger on his lips.
"Shh... You're always so cute when you're nervous, you know that?" She giggled in such an unsettling way that Takato felt a shudder up his spine. "Too bad somebody else got to you first, huh?"
He didn't like the way she worded that, as if she–
"You knew." He gasped.
Instead of answering him, she pulled herself back and walked past him. She stopped by the door to look over her shoulder.
"If you keep my secret, I'll keep yours. Deal?"
Not finding another way out of this, he nodded quickly. "D-deal! I won't tell anyone, I promise... And stop being so loud. You're just asking for trouble," he added out of concern.
Juri giggled, though her smile this time seemed more genuine than before. "I'll keep that in mind. Bye then."
After she left, Takato collapsed onto a nearby seat, not caring that he spilled some of the drinks in the slightest. He buried his face into his palms, unsure what to do now that somebody else knew about his and Shiuchon's not so innocent relationship.
"What was taking you so long?" Shiuchon frowned when he finally returned to her room.
Takato didn't answer, taking his seat on the floor before pulling out his workbook.
"Let's just do our homework," he said, sighing.
She stared at him strange. "Okay?"
If she noticed him hitting his head against the floor every ten seconds, she didn't point it out.
What, you thought I introduced Juri just to forget about her?
According to Konaka, the writer of Tamers, Juri was originally a girl named Mishio who lived in the red light district while her parents ran a prostitution business. Now you know.
Next part of the series is going to be titled Winterlands' Wanderer and will feature Juri's debut POV along with Takato and Rumiko's reunion (as far as current plan goes anyway, might change). I was supposed to write it before christmas this year but got burnt out, so it's gonna be awhile before I can publish it x\
