empty cicada

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The man picked up a handkerchief from beside his pillow and wiped his sweat.
He'd lost count of how many times he'd done this today. Besides his own scent, the handkerchief carried
another fragrance that rekindled his previously limp manhood—the scent of a woman's sweat.
The woman lay beside him.
Though they were squeezed onto a narrow bed, in this final tryst, they
no longer cared about such feelings. The woman lay motionless, facing the ceiling. Her eyes were open; she wasn't asleep.
She stared intently at the ceiling's structure, as if trying to memorize it all.
The man quietly wiped the sweat from the woman's cleavage, then continued gently wiping her navel and abdomen;
her skin was slightly flushed.
The sound of rickshaws coming and going came from outside the window. It was almost time for everyone to go home.
(…When he arrived at the room, he could still hear the clam vendor's cries.)
The man sighed at the fleeting nature of time.
"The sun is setting…everyone has to go home, back to their own places…"
the woman probably thought the same thing.
The man didn't know how to answer her, so he repeated
what he had been saying to her for the past few days.
"...I'm sorry,"
the woman sighed deeply.
"Didn't I tell you not to say that anymore?"
"But besides that, I don't know what else to say to you."
"It's alright...your dream is my dream!"
"Because of my dream...I have to commit a crime, against you, and even against her..."
"So you must treat Sakiko well from now on...but today, only today, you must
belong me..."
The woman desperately demanded the man's kiss. Their tongues intertwined, making lewd sounds, their
saliva mixing.
They opened their eyes, as if trying to imprint each other's images deeply, gazing at their
reflections in each other's pupils. Sadly, they would never have the chance to look at each other so closely again.
The man's hand touched the woman's breasts.
"...Mmm!"
The woman couldn't help but moan as the man passionately caressed her breasts.
The man kneaded the woman's breasts as if trying to squeeze out milk. The woman's snow-white breasts were now
marked with bluish-purple finger marks.
Despite this, she felt immense pleasure. Seeing those marks again might make her
feel even more lonely, but now she desperately wanted to leave behind anything that belonged to this man.
"Harder, harder!"
The man increased the pressure, and the woman's nipples hardened with his movements. He took one nipple into
his mouth , gently rubbing it with his teeth.
"Mmm...yes, that's it! I...I've already...!"
Since morning, the two had been indulging in their lovemaking, and the woman's sensitive body reached another climax. The man was the same; after several ejaculations, the veins on his erect penis were prominent, the tip glistening
with pre-ejaculate . The woman saw this and naturally opened her legs to welcome him. She had never been so proactive before, even surprising herself , but she knew this was their last time together, so her actions became even bolder . The woman slowly parted her genitals with her fingers, her wetness dripping with love fluid, which cascaded down her buttocks like silver threads and onto the sheets. Although neither spoke, the man fully understood the woman's needs. He smeared his penis with the fluid and thrust into her in one swift motion. "Ah! So full, so full… Ahh, that's it, all the way in, all the way in, fill it up … Ahhh…!" With each thrust of the man's hips, the woman's genitals tightened. The man moved his hips violently, as if trying to pry open her. Sweat soaked her hair and clung to her cheeks, tears welled in her eyes, and she let out sounds of pleasure, saliva spilling from her lips. The man was deeply in love with this expression that radiated infinite beauty. His climax arrived prematurely. "Ugh... I can't take it anymore..." "Come on... shoot inside, shoot it all inside me... I'm coming... Haaaaaah!" At the moment of her climax, the woman crossed her legs and moved closer to the man's body, his semen simultaneously entering her vagina. The man lay on top of the woman, immersed in the afterglow of pleasure. The woman was also intoxicated by the feeling of the man's semen mixed with her own. As the man's penis swelled inside the woman, the two naturally called each other's names, repeating them endlessly like whispers in a dream, their bodies intertwined once more. ************************************************************************************************** A man who abandoned love to live in dreams. A woman who lost love in pursuit of her dreams. In the late Meiji era, the end of the reform era and the blossoming of modern Japan, in a corner of Tokyo, the imperial capital , a story of parting unfolded between a man and a woman. Across time and space, just as their dreams were about to bear beautiful fruit, a tragedy unfolded. The man picked up a towel from beside his pillow to wipe his sweat. He had lost count of how many times he'd done this today. Besides his own scent, the towel carried another fragrance that rekindled his previously limp manhood—the scent of a woman's sweat. The woman lay beside him. Though they were crammed into a narrow bed, in this final rendezvous, they no longer cared about such feelings. The woman lay motionless, facing the ceiling. Her eyes were open; she wasn't asleep. She stared intently at the ceiling's structure, as if trying to memorize it all. The man quietly wiped the sweat from the woman's cleavage, then continued gently wiping her navel and abdomen; her skin was slightly flushed. The sound of rickshaws coming and going came from outside the window. It was almost time for everyone to go home. (…When he arrived at the room, he could still hear the clam vendor's cries.) The man sighed at the fleeting nature of time. "The sun has set... Everyone must go home, back to where they belong..."

The woman was probably thinking the same thing.
The man didn't know how to answer her, so he repeated
what he'd been saying to her for the past few days.
"...I'm sorry,"
the woman sighed deeply.
"Didn't I tell you not to say that anymore?"
"But besides that, I don't know what else to say to you."
"It's alright...your dream is my dream!"
"Because of my dream...I have to commit a crime, against you, and even against her..."
"So you must treat Sakiko well from now on...but today, only today, you must
belong me..."
The woman desperately demanded a kiss from the man. Their tongues intertwined, making lewd sounds, their
saliva mixing.
They opened their eyes, as if trying to imprint each other's images deeply, gazing at their
own reflections in each other's pupils. Sadly, they would never have the chance to look at each other so closely again.
The man's hand touched the woman's breasts.
"...Mmm!"
The woman couldn't help but moan as the man passionately caressed her breasts.
The man kneaded the woman's breasts as if trying to squeeze out milk. The woman's snow-white breasts were now
marked with bluish-purple finger marks.
Despite this, she felt immense pleasure. Seeing those marks again might make her
feel even more lonely, but now she desperately wanted to leave behind anything that belonged to this man.
"Harder, harder!"
The man increased the pressure, and the woman's nipples hardened with his movements. He took one nipple into
his mouth , gently rubbing it with his teeth.
"Mmm...yes, that's it! I...I've already...!"
Since morning, the two had been indulging in their lovemaking, and the woman's sensitive body reached another climax. The man was the same; after several ejaculations, the veins on his erect penis were prominent, the tip glistening
with pre-ejaculate . The woman saw this and naturally opened her legs to welcome him. She had never been so proactive before, even surprising herself , but she knew this was their last time together, so her actions became even bolder . The woman slowly parted her genitals with her fingers, her wetness dripping with love fluid, which cascaded down her buttocks like silver threads and onto the sheets. Although neither spoke, the man fully understood the woman's needs. He smeared his penis with the fluid and thrust into her in one swift motion. "Ah! So full, so full… Ahh, that's it, all the way in, all the way in, fill it up … Ahhh…!" With each thrust of the man's hips, the woman's genitals tightened. The man moved his hips violently, as if trying to pry open her. Sweat soaked her hair and clung to her cheeks, tears welled in her eyes, and she let out sounds of pleasure, saliva spilling from her lips. The man was deeply in love with this expression that radiated infinite beauty. His climax arrived prematurely. "Ugh... I can't take it anymore..." "Come on... shoot inside, shoot it all inside me... I'm coming... Haaaaaah!" At the moment of her climax, the woman crossed her legs and moved closer to the man's body, his semen simultaneously entering her vagina. The man lay on top of the woman, immersed in the afterglow of pleasure. The woman was also intoxicated by the feeling of the man's semen mixed with her own. As the man's penis swelled inside the woman, the two naturally called each other's names, repeating them endlessly like whispers in a dream, their bodies intertwined once more. ************************************************************************************************** A man who abandoned love to live in dreams. A woman who lost love in pursuit of her dreams. In the late Meiji era, the end of the reform era and the blossoming of modern Japan, in a corner of Tokyo, the imperial capital , a story of parting unfolded between a man and a woman. Across time and space, just as their dreams were about to bear beautiful fruit, a tragedy unfolded ... The prologue coincided with the passage of time, the change of era to Taisho. In an era when people were still exploring new things , on a slope on a high ground in the suburbs of Tokyo, a young man was running. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his trousers occasionally tripped him, but nothing could stop him; he continued running. His name was Izumo Ryunosuke, around twenty years old. While not exactly handsome, his features were regular and he was quite good-looking. His energetic body showed his youthful strength, but now his eyes revealed a hint of melancholy. Ryunosuke was currently a disciple of a certain writer. This writer's name was Kujo Sakiko, a famous female writer known to everyone in the capital. Ryunosuke had been serving Sakiko for almost a year. His presence here had a reason; it wasn't because he wanted to become a writer that he became Kujo Sakiko's disciple . Ryunosuke simply wanted to repay Sakiko's past kindness. So he diligently performed even small chores like cleaning the house. Recently, Sakiko seemed pleased with his performance and began assigning him preparatory work for becoming a writer . His job was to gather information about Sakiko's novels. Unexpectedly, this job suited Ryunosuke perfectly. For someone so young, it was a great opportunity to satisfy his curiosity and broaden his horizons. Furthermore, what he cared about most was being able to contribute his modest efforts to Sakiko's work. Through his research, he once again experienced the influence of the Kujo family, the "Kujo family. " Besides the support from "Kosei Publishing," which an unknown nobody, was able to gather information in places inaccessible to ordinary people—all thanks to the power of the "Kujo family." Ryunosuke never saw anything unfair about it.

(Of course, Ms. Kujo has that ability; she has a large readership, and using
the power write more good works is a good way to give back to all her supporters.)
Besides benefiting from Sakiko's kindness, Ryunosuke himself genuinely admires Sakiko's
talent .
However, there are places even the "Kujo family" cannot enter. Like the
place , which is why Ryunosuke feels so frustrated.
A crucial place supporting the coal industry, the lifeblood of Japan's economy during the Taisho era, is the coal mine.
Among the four miners working there is a girl. Just as he was about to investigate whether the miners were being mistreated
, he was blocked outside the mine; those blocking him were probably government officials.
The reason he wanted to investigate this matter was because he met the father of the young female
miner ; at that time, the father was coming to the capital to collect his daughter's ashes.
Ryunosuke then remembered what had happened when they met not long ago…
**********
...

Ryunosuke seemed to hear the sounds of a circus advertising its business from somewhere, the music playing a tune that felt like it was happening in another world… ************************************************************************************ Ryunosuke ran faster up the hillside. His sadness, anger, and other emotions could only be released through physical activity. Besides the sound of his wooden clogs on the pebbly path, he noticed another sound. (That's the sound of wheels… a rickshaw?) He then heard a familiar voice. "Niff! Ryunosuke!… I'm here, look here!" Ryunosuke ran towards the side of the road, and the rickshaw slowed down to match his pace. "Young lady…" "What? I've been calling you for so long, and you didn't hear me?" The girl sitting on the rickshaw, her cheeks puffed out, was named Kujou Kaho. From her name, it was clear she was Kujou Sakiko's daughter. For Sakiko, who lost both her parents and her husband at a young age, Kaho was her only family in the world. Despite this, Sakiko didn't spoil Kaho excessively. Even when Kaho was quiet, one could still see an air of elegance and polite manners. The key point is that she was quiet… On the bright side, she had a lively and cheerful personality; but to put it bluntly, she was basically a tomboy . Something else happened with Kaho… One morning, Sakiko suddenly said, "I really want to eat chawanmushi today." Kaho heard her and only said, "Leave it to me," before leaving. Sakiko assumed she was going out to buy the ingredients for chawanmushi, but she didn't see her all day. Just as Sakiko was worried and about to call the police, a restaurant in Ginza sent someone to report, "The young lady wants us to teach her how to make the best chawanmushi in Japan, and she's refusing to leave our kitchen, which is very bothering us." Similar incidents have happened before. A while ago, Ryunosuke accompanied Kaho to the street to buy things. They encountered a little girl who had gotten separated from her mother, so Kaho began to help her find her mother. Helping others is a good deed in itself, but things changed when she encountered a policeman patrolling nearby. "I don't have time for your trivial matters!" Kaho couldn't stand the policeman's arrogant attitude. "Wearing a sword on your waist and acting all high and mighty, is that your job as a policeman?" Kaho retorted sharply, and a verbal argument ensued. However, the policeman was still quite gentlemanly; no matter how angry he was, he wouldn't lay a hand on a woman. But this caused him to direct his anger at Ryunosuke. Ryunosuke kept bowing and apologizing, thinking that would end it, but Kaho suddenly cursed him, "You're spineless!" The situation immediately escalated again, and their argument caused a commotion among passersby. Fortunately, the little girl's mother appeared, ending the farce—a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. Kaho's free and open-minded attitude completely disregarded the strange looks from others, such as " How will a girl like this ever get married..." She wasn't worried at all. Perhaps it was because she had just graduated from an all-girls school, so she resisted housework, needlework, and pre-bridal training courses. "...Please stop for a moment." Kaho asked the driver to stop the car, and Ryunosuke also stopped to catch his breath. "Haven't I told you so many times not to call me 'Young Miss' anymore?" "But... Young Miss is still Young Miss... I..." "But I really hate it when you call me that. Or you could just call me Miss Kaho, so you don't feel awkward calling me by my name directly." "But Steward Okazaki calls you that too. If I call you that too, wouldn't that be a bit impolite ..." "That's different. Okazaki has called me that since I was born, when I was a baby." Kaho is a girl who doesn't particularly like men, but for some reason, she gets along very well with Ryunosuke. Is it because she doesn't see Ryunosuke as a man, or because she already treats him like an older brother?

Ryunosuke wasn't quite sure either. He didn't even dare to consider the other possibility.
To him, having no siblings was like having an extra sister, and besides, Kaho was his
mentor's daughter; it was only right that he maintain a certain level of respect for her.
"I'm sorry, I still can't..."
"Alright, never mind, let's not talk about this anymore. Look, this!"
Kaho carefully took out a piece of paper from her bosom.
"This is a flyer for the currently popular 'Flowers, Birds, Wind, and Moon' genre. I went to great lengths to get my
hands on it!"
Hearing the name "Flowers, Birds, Wind, and Moon" instantly reminded Ryunosuke of what had happened that morning, and
the regret and helplessness he felt then resurfaced.
"This is the leading lady, Komyoji Shiki, isn't she beautiful?"
"Ah, yes, yes..."
"What? Such a perfunctory answer."
"No, didn't you say last week, Miss, that you liked opera? How come you've switched to '
flowers, birds, "
Kaho's fickle and easily bored nature was exposed, and she suddenly didn't know how to
defend .
"So what? A person can like many things at the same time, can't they?
" "Oh, I see!"
"Hmph! Never mind, it's pointless to talk to you. You wouldn't understand anyway. You should just be a good
helper ."
With that, Kaho urged the driver to continue on his way, leaving Ryunosuke alone.
Looking at Kaho, who dared to express her thoughts, Ryunosuke smiled slightly. He probably
felt .
"..." "flowers, birds, wind, and moon,"
the magazine photos that the girl who lost her life in the mine carried with her, and the promotional leaflets that Kaho had gone to great lengths to obtain
...
Both of these events later became the catalyst for a tragedy , a fact that Ryunosuke only realized shortly afterward
.
********** ... "I'm Ryunosuke, I'm back." "...Come in!" With his usual authoritative voice, Ryunosuke entered the study. Sakiko Kujo sat facing Ryunosuke at her favorite desk. Judging from her daughter Kaho's age, Sakiko was probably around thirty-five, but she didn't look that age at all. Standing next to Kaho, the two looked like sisters with a significant age gap. (Just like the first time he saw her... the teacher's eyes were still so sharp, giving the other person a sense of authority, yet carrying a hint of gentleness.) Ryunosuke remembered this because Sakiko's eyes looked different now; behind her glasses, her pupils seemed to hide a certain determination. "...I need to trouble you with some work again." "Is it data collection... I understand." "But this time is different. This work also serves as a test for you, so be prepared." Hearing the word "test," Ryunosuke felt somewhat confused. "What exactly is this 'experiment'?" "Over the past year, I've observed your work. Your understanding of various things, your ability to organize information, your ability to maintain a certain distance during interviews and when being interviewed, and your calm judgment... all of these demonstrate your potential to become an excellent writer." "No, teacher, you flatter me too much..." " You don't need to be modest. To become a writer, talent is still very important, therefore..." Sakiko paused, a moment that felt like an eternity to Ryunosuke. "...This time, regarding the topics I've proposed, you will choose all the information needed for the interviews yourself , and you will also decide the overall structure of the work." This meant that Ryunosuke would be left to complete a work independently. Sakiko's order truly startled Ryunosuke. "...You mean by myself?" Sakiko continued. "The interviewee is the 'Kacho Fugetsu' dance troupe. I've already contacted Kosei Publishing House. On the surface, you'll conduct the interview as an editor from Kosei Publishing House. The interview will last for two weeks..." "Wait a minute, teacher, why are you saying this all of a sudden? I..." "If you're unwilling to accept this test... Ryunosuke, you can leave here . I don't accept cowardly disciples here. And if you fail this test, the result will be the same." Sakiko said decisively. (Although the teacher is usually quite assertive,... her attitude today is particularly firm.) Although he thought this, he didn't dare disobey his teacher's wishes. "...I understand." "Very good. There are a few things you should pay attention to when you go to 'Kacho Fugetsu'." " What is it..." "First of all, you must not mention the surname 'Kujo' at 'Kacho Fugetsu'." To avoid trouble, Ryunosuke had concealed the Kujo family name several times during interviews. But this time, it was Sakiko who specifically reminded him, which Ryunosuke found a bit strange. "This was requested by Kosei Publishing House," Sakiko replied, sensing Ryunosuke's hesitation. However, Ryunosuke still had some questions. "And... another question is about Utaho." "You mean, Miss?"

"If she knew you were going to interview at 'Flower, Bird, Wind and Moon,' she'd definitely ask you to take her with you."
Ryunosuke recalled Kaho's excited expression as she held the 'Flower, Bird, Wind and Moon' brochure.
"Ah, that's certainly possible."
"So you absolutely can't let her know about this."
"I understand."
"Go discuss the fees and details with Manager Okazaki. You can go now."
"Hmm... Teacher, you still haven't told me what the theme is this time.
" "Right, I forgot the most important thing. The theme is... "
Sakiko closed her eyes as if remembering something. " The title is 'Empty Cicada'
... As for how to explain it, that's up to you."
**********
... (Is it a cicada shedding its shell... a metamorphosis...?) (Or is it this world... this world...?) (The third chapter of "The Tale of Genji"... the woman who pledged herself to Genji, deliberately avoiding him because their social status was mismatched...) Ryunosuke kept pondering the topic Sakiko had given him, its meaning, how to solve it, and so on. (The interviewee is... "Flowers, Birds, Wind, and Moon.") It was quite a coincidence; everything he had encountered and heard today was related to "Flowers, Birds, Wind, and Moon." It was a theater troupe composed of young girls, which had become very popular in the capital in recent years. That was all Ryunosuke knew. "Like the Asakusa Opera and the New Song Stage Play... they are all current trends." Ryunosuke stopped thinking and sat up facing the table. He was going to "Flowers, Birds, Wind, and Moon" in three days, and there were many things waiting for him to do before then. (The data collected from the last job needs to be organized by tomorrow... and I also need to investigate some basic information about "flowers, birds, wind, and moon." Then...) Thinking of what Sakiko said—that I must leave if I don't pass the test— Ryunosuke felt a deep sense of melancholy after spending over a year in this room. Suddenly, a scene flashed into Ryunosuke's mind. He was sweeping the courtyard, Kaho was muttering to herself, and Sakiko sat watching her. It was a pleasant afternoon spent at the Kujo family's house. Ryunosuke shook his head, returning to reality. For him, this past year had indeed been very fulfilling. But he knew he couldn't stay here forever, and besides, his ambition wasn't to become a great writer. To Sakiko, he was an unworthy disciple, and the only thing on Ryunosuke's mind was repaying Sakiko's kindness. (Oh, right... that was when I first met my teacher...) Ryunosuke was born in a remote village; he was the eldest son of a rice wholesaler. Riding the wave of the Meiji Restoration's prosperity and achieving success in the sake brewing industry, his father's business expanded. His father's investments extended beyond business; he also painstakingly cultivated his successor, Ryunosuke, sending him to good schools and hiring tutors to teach him at home. Ryunosuke, determined not to disappoint his father, studied diligently. However, as his knowledge grew, Ryunosuke began to develop an interest in so-called "ideologies. " The "populism" prevalent among intellectuals at the time created a distance between . Finally, a few days before the university entrance exams, he ran away from home. His destination was Tokyo. Suddenly separated from his family and without any financial support, Ryunosuke, like , turned to crime. Ironically, his excellent upbringing allowed him to rise . However, this success also earned him many enemies. Betrayed by his companions, he was hunted to the brink of despair by his enemies. His rescuer was none other than Sakiko Kujo. She and Okazaki were on their way to an interview when they found Ryunosuke in a dark alley. "...Young man, I'll buy your life," Sakiko said to Ryunosuke, who was covered in blood in the alley. That was their first meeting... **************** ... "...Ms. Sakiko, is this really alright?" "I have no choice, I have to do it." "Is there no way to change your mind?" "Yes, I'm sorry to trouble you, Okazaki." "Since you've made up your mind, I won't say anything more. I know what to do." Okazaki bowed and left the study. After a while, Sakiko sighed softly. "Husband..." Only the bright moon in the sky heard her sigh...

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