[In Tokyo, Underwear Thief, Lewd Behavior] (Part 1) Author: Sister-Conscious Sleep

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Tokyo, Underwear Thief, Lewd Behavior (Part 1)

I've been in Japan as an exchange student for over two months now.

【...Have you been eating properly? And hey, if the apartment isn't good, just move to another one. Your parents
are worried you'll waste money, so Auntie will give you some!】 I listened to
the voice message from my aunt on [x-mail] while drinking milk and stuffing cookies into my mouth.

Although I was a little impatient, I was still happy to receive care from my family. My aunt wasn't like my
irresponsible parents; she was more than ten years younger than my mother, and she was like an older sister to me since childhood. We had a very good relationship. But
even so, my aunt couldn't stop my parents' decision.

Yes, my decision to go to Japan was made by my damned father. He and my mother have always disliked me
because I wasn't the kind of obedient child. Although I was a model student they could boast about throughout elementary and middle school
, after high school, my self-awareness began to emerge. I developed my own thoughts about the world, my own favorite music, my own
favorite books, and my own values, so naturally, I no longer blindly followed their orders. Even
so , they still interfered with the university I went to. Even though my college entrance exam score wasn't high enough, as long as it was above the first-tier university cutoff, they could
use their connections to influence things. They not only interfered with the university and major I wanted to attend, but even after I got to university, they still thought I
was wasting my time and actually had the vice-principal in charge put me in the exchange student program... Damn it,
learning Japanese just to watch anime, read manga, and play games was a huge mistake.

"It's okay, it's okay, the accommodation here is alright... it's just—"

Actually, my current accommodation isn't very good, but the problem isn't with the facilities.

Because I'm an exchange student and was added to the dorms at the last minute, they didn't reserve a room for me. The university's administration
office could only recommend apartments near the school, but naturally, there weren't any high-rise or luxury apartments planned for the area.
I'm currently living in a typical two-story apartment that's been around for twenty years—not too big, not too small, clean and tidy.
Being rather introverted, I'm better suited to this quiet, local accommodation. I probably wouldn't feel comfortable in a dormitory
like the ones —but, it seems there's a secret here that I don't know about.

【What is it? …So I told you, your auntie found you a place. If all else fails, I'll go to Japan next month and buy
you a house, consider it an investment.】 Hearing the sharp, assertive female voice coming from the phone,
I immediately shook my head.

"Auntie, do you miss me that much?"

My auntie didn't reply for a while. Just as I was about to give up and pack my things to go to class, my phone
suddenly rang.

【…You…don't talk nonsense! I didn't miss you at all, don't overthink it!】 ~】I could already picture
my aunt blushing adorably while holding her phone on the other side of the sea. Although she's nearing thirty,
having transformed from a young girl into a recognized mature and strong woman, I could still evoke her inner femininity.

I chuckled mischievously, "It's been two months since that time at your house before I left, right? Yeah,
even though your husband wasn't there that day, my niece was sleeping next to us, so I could only do it gently."

Then came a long silence. 【Hmph…don't you have any conscience? That child is yours—】I
quickly hung up the voice message. I knew what my aunt was going to say, and that's why I didn't bother to find out. Theoretically
speaking, I didn't believe my aunt's seemingly respectable but actually timid husband could get her pregnant…

oh well, why think about this? I was just trying to tease my aunt, but I've ended up worrying myself sick. Actually,

I missed my aunt too. After all, I'm in this unfamiliar place, with no one to talk
to , let alone satisfying my sexual desires. All I can do every day is masturbate to relieve the tension.

I slung my messenger bag over my shoulder, put on my shoes, locked the door, and was about to leave when I turned around and saw
a petite old lady watering the flowers. Wearing a knitted sweater and sporting short hair, she was kind and gentle. Recognizing her,
I immediately went up to greet her.

"Grandma Honda."

"Ah, it's Kosei~"

The old woman's voice was very Japanese, but her smile wasn't fake like others.

"Where's Grandpa Honda?" "He went to the bookstore… By the way, would you like to come over for dinner tonight?
Grandpa said he'd like to play a couple of games of Go with you." "Yes, yes, I'd be honored."

The Honda couple were long-time residents of this apartment building and the kindest people I met after arriving in Japan. They took great
care . Later, I learned that Grandpa Honda was a Japanese war orphan who experienced childhood in China. After returning to Japan for university, he stayed, married, had children, and after retiring, left his former house to his children and moved into this small apartment
with his wife . "But I'm so sorry to trouble you all so much—" "Don't say that," Grandma Honda said, a little annoyed. "Grandpa hasn't been back to China for a long time either. He really enjoys hearing you talk about China now—he, although he's Japanese, has returned to Japan, but I really don't know where his hometown is." "Yes, Grandpa speaks Chinese with a very authentic Northeastern accent." At this point, the old lady laughed like a little girl. Her cheerfulness made me feel that she was a great woman. Although her husband's heart wasn't in Japan, and he had left his retirement home to his children in a very Chinese way, she still had no complaints. Perhaps she really loved her bald, alcoholic, and boisterous husband to the extreme . "Then I'll be going—"? "Take care on your way—" But when I turned around, I ran into someone I knew… But this encounter made my mood take a sharp turn for the worse. When I came to the second floor, a woman in her thirties walked towards me. Unlike ordinary Japanese women, this woman was tall and voluptuous, at least 1.7 meters tall, and she walked with a very upright posture, slightly tilting her head back, which made her seem somewhat arrogant. Although she was quite attractive by my Chinese standards, she wore old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, simple trousers, and a crew-neck sweater, which couldn't hide her full breasts and pert, round buttocks. This woman, who meticulously styled her hair but refused to wear heavy makeup like ordinary women, now looked displeased, staring at me with sharp eyes—this woman, whom I disliked and who disliked me, was my landlady. "Good morning, Mrs. Sato."

Grandma Honda bowed slightly forward, and the landlady, Sato, who resembled a headmaster, nodded in
return. "Good morning, Grandma Honda."

Tsk.

I clicked my tongue in surprise. This woman was still the same, cold and aloof to everyone in the apartment,
as if she looked down on them.

Suddenly, I felt that sharp gaze again. The woman hadn't ignored me; she was staring at me,
making me uneasy. Finally, I gave in. "Good morning, Ms. Sato."

"Hmm."

The woman hugged her ample breasts, seemingly unaware that this seemingly imposing posture made her breasts
appear even fuller.

"Was the trash taken out on time?" "Yes, I know perfectly well." "

Is that so?" The woman's Japanese was sarcastic. "So, you Chinese person have finally learned manners?"

Yes, everything about this apartment was great, except for this woman!

"Yes, yes, Grandma Honda taught very well."

Before, I would have definitely argued with this jerk, but I simply didn't have the energy.

"Really?... I'll keep an eye on you, if you—"? "Ms. Sato, saying that will make
the neighbors misunderstand~"

"You!—Hmph!"

After saying that, the woman angrily tossed her head, then, not caring about her image, she opened her chest, clenched her fists, and
quickly left.

Looking at the woman's swaying buttocks, I secretly thought that one day when I have the chance, I will definitely pin her to
the ground and treat her like a bitch... No, no, no, this is in front of people. Amitabha, forgive me, forgive me.

"Oh, oh."

Grandma Honda shook her head somewhat awkwardly, "Don't bully the landlady too much, she doesn't really
hate Chinese people."

"What do you mean she doesn't... She used to scold me all the time, although she wouldn't yell at me, she always spoke in a strange tone, she
had to say something about everything, she just didn't like me, what did I do to offend her—no, this is already racial discrimination
."

"Sigh—"

Grandma Honda squinted and sighed, "Actually, Sato-san wasn't like this before."?
"Hmm?"

"Grandpa and Grandma used to be Sato-san's neighbors—back then she was very gentle and didn't even have her husband's
surname. Although she came to Tokyo from the countryside with her husband, she was just as good as any city girl."

Huh? She was from the countryside, huh? That explains her tasteless clothes and her stronger
physique compared to city women. ? "Oh~? That wicked landlady had that kind of period?
Did you rent here because you knew her from before?" ? "Yes, that's right." Grandma Honda paused, rubbing her lower back.
"We actually decided to come here to support her business. This apartment was bought with the money she received from
her ." ? "Huh?...So why is that woman so cold to Grandma?"

What kind of person is she? This kind of woman! Does she become indifferent to those who helped her after she got rich?

"No, it's not that. It's all because after her philandering husband divorced her, she raised her daughter
alone . Over time, she became so serious and strict... After all, it's not easy being a woman. She'd never
worked for a company before, so she could only run this apartment. Although the apartment is quite nice now, she's probably afraid of being bullied
." "Is that so? But why is she so hostile towards Chinese people—wait, could it be...?" "Oh,
oh , so you see, Xiaoxu is very clever. That's right, her ex-husband ran off with a Chinese woman."

So that's how it is?!

Damn, I'm just an innocent bystander.

"Women—" Mrs. Honda nodded and sighed, "Women—" "

By the way, Grandma, has this apartment been burgled?"

Actually, these past few days, I've felt something was off about the apartment, like something had been moved. I
wanted to talk to the landlord, but judging from that woman's attitude, I'd probably be mocked for being "Chinese" and all that.
"What?" "Ah, it's nothing, maybe I'm just being paranoid. I'll be back early tonight and tell Grandpa
I'm sure I can beat him again today!" "Ah, have a safe trip then."

Although I thought I was being paranoid, I still installed a camera at home. Being alone abroad,
I'm always so anxious.

But that day, my suspicions were confirmed.

Although the camera wasn't positioned correctly and fell off the bookshelf, it still recorded the vibrations in the room and
the movement of the clothes I had thrown on the floor.

After returning to my room from the Honda couple's house, I watched the video with trepidation. I decided to call the police, but
I felt the evidence wasn't enough, and after searching, it seemed nothing had been stolen.

But the next day, when I changed clothes, I discovered that one of my underwear seemed to be missing… Being naturally carefree, I
connected the uneasy memories. For the past two weeks, every time I felt something was off about my messy room, it seemed like
a piece of underwear was missing, and two days later, the item would reappear in the room—thinking about this, I felt a chill run down my spine
. I finally realized I had encountered an underwear thief, and a gay one at that!

"I want to go home!"

[What's wrong?! What's wrong?!] "What happened at the prelude?!" Hearing my aunt's immediate reply,
that hurried, bell-like voice, I calmed down.

No, no, I can't go back. What if people find out why I ran away? I'll be laughed at for the rest of my life
. That aunt who knelt down at my feet licking my penis will look at me strangely—and I've heard that
homosexuals especially the more extreme ones, value relationships even more. What if I get chased to the ends of the earth?

110! I need to call the police!

But I also understand that this kind of evidence doesn't prove anything, and it's men's
underwear being stolen, which is too sensational. So I took some time to go to Akihabara and bought a higher resolution camera, and
installed it in a suitable location with a view overlooking the entire room.

It was the weekend, and I thought the underwear thief probably wouldn't come back, but I still wanted to test it out, so I took
my phone and turned on the monitoring app.

"Yosh, yosh, very clear, the bed opposite the bookshelf, the desk on the right, and you can even see the entryway on the left—
"? "What are you doing?"

A serious female voice suddenly interrupted me.

"Huh?...Ms. Sato!"

"What have you been doing in secret?!"

The woman raised her eyebrows and stared at me sternly. Her questioning gaze made me, who had been completely innocent, feel guilty.
"No, no, I'm going out to buy something... oh yes, I want to look at some decorations, the house feels a bit empty."

"...Going out?"

The woman seemed a little confused but also a little happy. Maybe she wouldn't see me. "Hmph, go ahead then."

Did you even need to tell me?! "And where's empty? The room is so messy."

Is a messy room illegal?!

The woman swayed her big butt and went upstairs. I glared at her two
big peaches in her tight capri pants again, as if that would be enough to get revenge on her.

To prevent the woman from bothering me again, I went to the small park next to the apartment. To avoid disturbing
the children playing nearby, I decided to secretly watch the security camera under the shade of a tree.

"I wonder how long the battery will last? And is the hard drive's storage capacity enough?"

Maybe I looked too much like a perverted otaku playing Pokémon X, because the parents around me
were pointing and whispering.

"Look, don't grow up like him, playing games alone on weekends, not even having a girlfriend."

It's my fault for not having a girlfriend! If I could access my savings, I'd be chasing women all over Kabukicho!

"That's the relaxed era, huh? Look at him, so tall and strong, yet he has no courage to even look for a woman."

"Yeah, yeah—"

Holy crap, I wish I had the courage to fight that perverted gay guy! But he's a guy who likes men's underwear!

Just then, my phone screen suddenly changed.

What? A thief is so bold? Coming back on the weekend?

I was about to call the police when the person on the screen shocked me to the point of disbelief.

The person who sneaked into my room was actually the landlady I'd just met—

Ms. Sato. She was completely devoid of her usual aloofness, slightly bent over, looking around
like a child who'd found treasure. What shocked me most was that she picked up my boxer
shorts from the bed.

Those were the ones I wore to bed, and they hadn't been washed in ages,
covered in semen stains from masturbating a few days ago. But that dirty underwear—that
mature woman with her hair up and a serious, headmistress-like dean—actually put it directly on her face and sucked on it violently. She collapsed beside my bed, burying her head
in my pillow, inhaling the scent of the sheets and pillow while rubbing against my underwear.

Seeing this, I immediately ran towards my apartment. I ran faster than ever before, definitely faster than when
I sprinted the 100-meter dash for an exam, but I had inexhaustible energy because my mind was filled with
wicked thoughts, and they were growing wildly.

Heh, you bitch, I finally caught you red-handed.

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