Summer on campus

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At 11:27 AM,
Yabukicho Station, with its JR, private railway, and subway lines, is a station with extremely high passenger volume. We were swept off the platform by the crowd and slowly climbed the surging stairs.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, glancing at the bouquet in my hand, my tone laced with sarcasm. "Nothing much… I just came to buy running shoes…"
Misa remained steadfast, ignoring my resentful glare and humming an off-key tune as if nothing was wrong.
[Damn it~, I need to find a chance to shake her off…] I secretly plotted as I passed through the exit— "Ah, it's you? Long time no see!"
Who's showing up at a time like this? Anyway, I couldn't escape my fate of running into familiar women all day, so I resignedly turned to find the source of the voice.
"…Hmm?"
The woman standing in front of me was quite unfamiliar. No, I felt like I'd seen her somewhere before? …I definitely had, but I couldn't quite place her. Misa next to me looked at me and then at her—how rude of me!
This seemingly familiar woman looked at Misa and me with a mocking gaze. She had long, soft, wavy hair; bright red lipstick; a form-fitting dress showcasing her beautiful figure; and glittering accessories adorning her entire body… she looked every bit the part of the "special industry"…
[Wow!] Speaking of special industries, it dawned on me—she was indeed a woman in that line of work.
"Naruse Kaori." She was the top hostess at the bar I'd been dragged to six months ago. I'd forgotten her nickname, only that she seemed to like me for some reason and even told me her real name and address. Not only that, but I also enjoyed "special services" that regular customers didn't get. Actually, driven by Ms. Naruse's superb skills, I ejaculated five times in a short period.
Hmm… thinking about it, I'm quite energetic, managing five times in a row. But it's all thanks to Ms. Naruse's heavenly technique.
To let those who missed out also enjoy it, I'll reveal Ms. Naruse's signature move: her "cherry lips."
Speaking of Ms. Naruse's "little mouth," it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as paradise. Warm and moist, it's just like a woman's genitals. She took me into her mouth, teasing me with her wriggling, soft tongue until I reached the very end... and then skillfully contracted her narrow throat, making me feel like I was ascending to heaven, and I ejaculated successfully in one go. She then gently drank every last drop of her spoils, not allowing me to stop... and so I fired five shots in a row. By the time I left the shop, my back was so sore I could barely straighten up. After hearing my report, Ichiya was both envious and jealous, because he only received "hand service," a world of difference from my "little mouth."
Although I still don't understand why she was so kind to me, my feelings for her have taken deep root in my heart.
[Before parting, she even told me to come visit often...] "There are some things that can't be done in the shop, you can come to my house..."
If it weren't for my pride, and not wanting her to think I was a horny teenager, I would have already gone to her house. As a result, after not contacting her for a long time, I gradually forgot about her.
The reason I didn't recognize her at first glance when I saw her this time was probably because the dim lighting in the shop blurred her features. But it was really rude of me to a lady like that.
Sigh, I never expected this rare encounter to happen today, especially with Misa by my side!
"Whoa~" I was at a loss for words.
"Remember to contact me, okay?"
It was Ms. Naruse who spoke first, quite naturally.
I could only nod frantically, speechless. She suddenly moved closer to me.
"If you forget again this time, I'm going to tell your girlfriend about you coming to the hotel!"
She whispered terrifying words in my ear, actually thinking Misa was my girlfriend—a huge misunderstanding!
Cold sweat dripped from my forehead, and I could only repeat the nodding motion.
Ms. Naruse chuckled mischievously twice and disappeared into the crowd.
"Who is she? What's your relationship with her?"
Misa's voice brought me back to my senses. One problem after another.
"H-her? She's your...uh, no...she's my...my...mountain climbing...companion."
"Oh..."
Misa looked clearly puzzled by my explanation.
"So alluring, do you like that kind of woman?"
"No...don't overthink it..."
"Who knows...humph!"
Misa pouted, her face full of displeasure.
Thinking about it carefully, what does my liking or disliking Ms. Naruse have to do with Misa? I'm just afraid that if she finds out the truth (that I received a warm welcome from the hotel queen and even had her favor), it will give her another excuse. If she keeps pressing me, I might give myself away, so it's best to leave.
"I have to go now...goodbye," I said, preparing to slip away.
"Ah, wait a minute!"
Misa quickly chased after me.
11:32 AM.
How long is Misa planning to follow me? I was already out of breath from running. The distance between us was still the same, and she looked perfectly fine, living up to her nickname "Bambi" from the track and field club.
"What's wrong with you? If you want to buy athletic shoes, isn't there a big sports store over there?"
"What's it to you where I buy them? I just prefer to buy them at another store, hmph!"
Ugh! Looks like she's not going to give up.
"Then I'll have to take a shortcut." I had no choice but to take the longer route.
[Anyway, I still have time.] Turning into the alley, Misa followed closely behind me.
"Hey, isn't your usual store across the street?"
"Hmph! It's been so long since I've been there that I don't remember the way. It's closer this way."
She can't even remember the way, and she calls it her usual store! I wanted to press her for details, but she continued to play dumb and ignore me. I really wanted to run away quickly, but I was afraid of losing the expensive bouquet of roses I was carrying.
[I really feel bad for Miho, but why are you pressing me so hard?] I aimlessly wandered around the bookstore and darted in and out of the arcade, but I still couldn't shake Misa off. I was truly at a loss for what to do except surrender. Actually, I knew Misa's personality better than anyone: when she got serious, she was fearless, even "risking her life." When she first joined the track and field club, she was just an inconspicuous figure, but her two or three times more practice than others made her the captain of the track and field club, a club that even other prestigious university sports departments wanted to recruit.
I like girls who can ignite strong passion in people. If she could mature a little more, she might become a truly wonderful woman.
[Sigh, there's nothing I can do... I can only leave it to fate.] I decided to put aside my distractions and focus on my destination. But because I had desperately tried to shake off Misa by squeezing into alleyways, it seems I'd stumbled into a place I shouldn't have gone. [How could I be so careless as to stumble into a back alley in a bustling street…] Wearing a brand-new jacket and clutching bright red roses, I, along with Misa in a white t-shirt, black tracksuit jacket, and denim miniskirt, looked like a couple strolling down the street.
"…………"
Malicious gazes coiled around me like spiderwebs. The source of those gazes was three men with menacing expressions, twenty meters ahead of us.
At first glance, they seemed unremarkable, but they were not to be trifled with—the so-called petty thugs. I didn't remember doing anything to provoke them, but as soon as I turned into the alley, I saw them glaring at me, as if they already knew we would come in. …Why?
Never mind, trying to guess their thought process is useless; do you need a reason to pick a fight?
I subtly averted my gaze, avoiding their stares to prevent appearing cowardly or afraid. I'd heard that the biggest taboo when encountering these kinds of people is to turn away looking scared. That would only embolden them.
Besides, thugs have their own code of conduct; as long as you follow the rules, they shouldn't go too far.
But…
As we casually walked past the three of them, my whole body stiffened. Misa behind me held her breath.
With a metallic clang, a small knife was pointed a centimeter from my nose.
"Don't walk so fast…"
A lewd smile played on the shoulder-length, brown-curly-haired man's face. The sudden terror made me involuntarily let out an embarrassing groan.
"Ah... ahhh..."
Quick, move that knife away! If I accidentally slip, my already high nose will become a flat nose.
"What do you want!"
It's Misa. ...I shouldn't have let her follow me. Misa's fiery temper is just adding fuel to the fire at this moment.
She pushed me aside and stood in front of me.
"Put the knife away!"
She forcefully waved her hand away from the man holding the knife. I almost fainted. Does she even have a brain?!
"I-I'm sorry! She didn't mean it? If you want money..."
I didn't want things to get any worse. The money in my wallet was earned drop by drop of blood and sweat for summer vacation. But in this situation, I couldn't care less. I quickly reached into my pocket and rummaged around. "Money? Of course I'll take it if you give it to me. But I've already received quite a few thank-you gifts."
The blond man with a fierce look in his eyes said that.
Received thank-you gifts? What's going on?
The blond man was sitting on the ground, already holding out his hand for money.
"Your name is Michimura, right..."
another man with a colorful bandana asked me. Hmm? This guy... right! Isn't he the man who glared at me on the train!?
"Beep beep beep beep, beep beep beep beep..."
The phone rang, and the bandana man took out a cordless phone from his pocket.
"Hello? Yeah, just caught him. ...No need to send more people, it's a piece of cake..."
It was his partner calling. This bandana man probably followed me when I got on the train, no wonder he was blocking us here.
[I thought he was just a street thug, but it turns out it was a premeditated plan.] Someone paid these thugs... The thought of the word "employer" quickly flashed through my mind to the face of another man.
There was no one else but him who would dislike my date today and want to use such low-class methods to deal with me.
"Aihara Kenji."
No wonder he had that expression when we met at Sakifuchi Station. A date? Hmph, whether you can even reach your destination safely is another question! Kenji must have been secretly laughing to himself back then. I never expected him to use such despicable means…
[Is that so… you'd go so far as to use this method to stop my date with Sakuragi Mai…] A flame of anger slowly rose from my back. It was a long-forgotten, intense craving for violence. The “Stingy Yui” that had been buried deep within me for so long seemed to slowly rise again.
Back then… it was three years ago, wasn't it? Before I met Misa, when I was a middle school student, I was a wolf roaming the streets. If I think about it, probably only Rimi knows about my dissolute past. Far from that disgraceful life, my once sharp personality has become much more rounded, which is why I was so frightened by the knife just now.
[I really don't want Misa to see this…] I desperately suppressed the ferocious nature that was about to erupt.
“Miss, you can go first. Anyway, you won't get a share of the thank-you gift we received,” the man with the knife said.
"Yes, Misa, run! It's only a matter of time before I lose my mind. I really don't want you to see me like this, and I don't want you to be in danger.
" "Still want to play with us? I'll take care of this kid right away..."
The blond man sitting on the ground reached out and stroked Misa's thigh, even making a move to lift her skirt.
"Ah—!!...What are you trying to do!!"
Misa reflexively slapped him across the face.
"You bitch!"
The man stood up and shoved Misa away. She lost her balance and fell to the concrete floor.
I had been trying to suppress my impulses and keep my eyes downcast, but when I saw him attack Misa, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and exploded. "Haaaaaa!!"
I grabbed the man with the knife and kicked him in the groin at the same time. The man flew up and landed with his eyes rolled back, lying motionless on the ground. I felt a tingling sensation in my right toes; I must have used too much force.
Taking advantage of the moment before they could react, I ran towards Misa. Before pulling Misa up, I also delivered a punch to the blond man.
"Misa! Run!"
The remaining turbaned man was still standing there, stunned. I couldn't blame him; who could have predicted that a seemingly weakling would suddenly transform into a Terminator? To prevent him from calling for reinforcements, I decided to run. Grabbing Misa's hand, ignoring the falling rose petals, we quickly sprinted back the way we came.
Once we were on a bright, clear main road, Misa and I stopped running and stood there panting.
We looked at each other.
"Huff, huff, huff, hahahahahaha."
"Ahahahahahaha..."
We laughed simultaneously.
Passersby stared at us strangely, but we didn't care. After laughing for a while, Misa suddenly stopped laughing and said,
"Yong..."
She pointed to the bouquet in my hand, as if hesitant to speak.
It turned out that the expensive bouquet of roses in my hand was almost completely ruined, with only a few broken stems and fallen leaves... no, there was still one stem left. Misa looked unusually apologetic, unsure of what to say. I, on the other hand, was unexpectedly in high spirits.
"Hehehe...hahahaha."
I laughed again, pulling out the last remaining rose.
"Here you go." I held it up to Misa.
"Huh?" Misa looked at me in surprise. "This...wasn't this what you bought for...a date...?"
Oh well, never mind. A bouquet of roses doesn't suit me anyway.
"This is your reward for your victory."
With that, I handed the flower to Misa. She seemed very shy taking the flower; after all, she was a girl, and a single flower brought back her girlish gentleness.
"Alright. Just in case there are pursuers, so..."
I held out my hand, and just then a taxi stopped in front of me.
"Get in, get in."
I urged Misa, and she obediently sat in the back seat. "Driver, please go to Sakifuchi...please drive fast."
I slipped a thousand-yen bill into the driver's hand, and he looked at me silently.
"No problem."
A knowing smile played on his lips as he closed the door, and the car shot off like a bullet, even running a red light. Amazing.
"What a jet taxi..."
I watched the taxi disappear into the distance, meaning I hadn't ridden in with him, only shoved Misa inside. I saw Misa pressed against the back window, mouth agape, yelling something. Judging from her lip movements, it was probably... "Bastard."
Hahaha! That's more like Misa.
Whew. I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, all the obstacles were gone. I should be able to go on my date with Sakuragi Mai smoothly.
I glanced at my watch.
"Whoa—!" I yelled.
"11:57:39." Less than three minutes until our agreed time.
"Damn it!...Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
I rushed out in a panic. The meeting place with Sakuragi Mai was in the plaza in front of the WCA building. I should still be able to make it there if I run from here, no, I absolutely have to make it!
"Grandpas, grandmas, aunties, older brothers, older sisters, little kids, little girls, cats, dogs... get out of my way!"
I suppressed the urge to shout and weaved through the throng of people.
[Almost there! Just need to get through this traffic light?] The green light came on.
"...Huh?"
A girl was rushing towards me from across the street.
[Eh? Isn't that Sakuragi Mai?] Long hair tied back, a t-shirt, jeans, and a bag on her back... yes, it was Sakuragi Mai! She spotted me and ran towards me faster than Misa. "Hey! I almost missed it too..."
Before I could finish speaking, she grabbed my wrist. W-what's going on?
"Sakimura! Run!"
Sakuragi urged me anxiously. Looking closely, I saw several burly men chasing after me from the direction Sakuragi came from.
"Who...who is that?"
"It's my housekeeper, driver, maid, and...and a former Olympic athlete's bodyguard! Please run!! Hurry, hurry!"
Pulled by Sakuragi, I ran back the way I came.
Seriously, running again and again...what kind of day is this?! [This post was edited by zhjn0610 on 2014-01-03 15:09]

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