Me Under the Mosaic - AV Actress 01

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Chapter 1
"Ah...so, miss, you see. Your father is really something. He's gotten so into debt...so, please think about it. What's the best way to pay this off?" "
Here's the bill. Please take a look."
A young man in a gray suit, his black hair slicked back, pushed the bill across the coffee table towards me.
Behind his glasses, his face appeared refined, with a flawless smile
. To be honest, he probably looked down on me...no, on us,
because...we were poor. Poor people borrowing money at exorbitant interest rates to gamble is both presumptuous and foolish.
This was a small living room. The tiny space could only fit two old, face-to-face fabric sofas and a coffee table. This was enough to show the cramped state of the old house.
My father—a middle-aged man named Kurosawa Hiroshi—and I squeezed onto a sofa as narrow and old as the living room, creaking and groaning under our weight. Our arms were pressed tightly together,
and sitting opposite us was a man in a suit and tie, clearly a white-collar worker or higher. The scene looked like something out of a satirical TV drama or movie about the widening gap between rich and poor. This situation should improve. The satire has never stopped. But… everything remained the same, the class system entrenched. A
doctor's child is a doctor, an entertainer's child is an entertainer.
The bill was finally pushed in front of us. At this moment, my father, whose head was already bowed, drooped even lower. His body was trembling. I couldn't see his expression. I could only see large beads of sweat on his neck.
I picked up the bill. It was a very standard A4 sheet of paper, but folded twice
before unfolding. Hmm, there were several IOUs tucked inside. The signature… 'Kurosawa Hiroshi'. It was my father's name. The handwriting was also my father's.
The amount? Really. He probably used all his savings to pay off the debt.
The amount… huh?
Please. What a joke. The first IOU is three million yen?!
I bit my lip, my gaze fixed on the A4 sheet of paper. The bottom of the form read "Total." But I dared not look at what followed the colon:
"Fifty million yen."
It was as if they hadn't noticed our predicament. The young man spoke in a casual tone, as if discussing the weather, "The interest rate is seventy percent…we'll calculate the exact amount for you."
"I…I understand. My father and I will find a way to repay as soon as possible—"
"Miss Kurosawa. Are you joking?"
The young man interrupted mercilessly
. "Your father—Mr. Kurosawa. As far as I know, he's a taxi driver. His monthly income is self-evident. As for you? You're about to enter university this year, aren't you?"
I bit my lip harder. Yes, just this June, I was still a high school girl. It's July now, the scorching sun of summer, one of the best times of life.
"So... your income is also very low. I don't expect much from you. As for your brother. A high school freshman. What kind of money can a sixteen-year-old boy earn?"
"How to raise money is our business, sir. Our family are respectable people, we would never default on a debt,"
I said, glancing at my father. He was still trembling, unable to utter a single word.
"Of course it's related. What your family owes... is our money. We're in urgent need of money too—for various reasons."
"So you mean—"
"That's just what you say, Miss Kurosawa. We've already chosen a job for you. Now, all you have to do is go to that company and sign a contract, and the money will flow in continuously. I guarantee it."
As he spoke, he pulled a disc case from his jacket and tossed it onto my lap.
"This—this is it!" "
That's the method. Mr. Kurosawa agreed too. Hehe. When writing the IOU, this guy..."
The young man suddenly stopped and turned to look at me.
"Ah, never mind. Miss Kurosawa, you should understand now, right? This job?"
On the exquisite cover was printed a blush-inducing image—a naked woman.
The woman was around thirty years old, in the liminal space between youth and maturity. Or rather, a combination of both
. She had long, flowing hair, probably permed. Wavy curls. Beneath the wavy bangs was a face with mature charm. She smiled. A captivating smile, yet also revealing a touch of tenderness. Her face was flushed, and her almond-shaped eyes were misty with a layer of water. Between her full lips, a tongue darted out, as if wanting to savor something. Saliva dripped down, forming a long strand that connected to one of her nipples—what she had done earlier was self-evident.
Continuing along the beautifully curved chin, there was a slender neck, delicate collarbones, and large breasts. At the tips of her breasts were brown, erect nipples. The areolas were of moderate size, truly inspiring a desire to play with them, to lick them.
Her skin might not have been as firm as before, but its intoxicating softness was clearly visible even across the dimensional barrier. Her waist was not as slender as before, but slightly rounded, appearing full yet not bloated.
Her lower abdomen was incredibly alluring, and below that, another mound rose. Compared to the surrounding skin tone, it was slightly darker. The change was abrupt; the color there was glaringly obvious—incredibly alluring, even painful to the eyes. I could see pores on the darker skin. This woman, her crotch should have a dense, dark forest. Yet, at this moment, it was completely bare. Her
kneeling legs were spread wide, and because her pubic hair had been shaved off, her private parts were fully exposed to the reader.
Since her crotch wasn't directly facing the camera, I couldn't see what that shameless organ actually looked like. But—even just looking from front to back, two distinct bulges were visible. Those were the labia majora. They must have been prominently raised due to countless acts of intercourse. She was in heat. Thick fluid flowed from between her labia, dripping to the ground, leaving glistening trails on her inner thighs.
'Hojo Riko—The Unseen Side of a Dignified Mother' 'Son, ejaculate in me! Get me pregnant!' "Hojo Riko is like you. She's also a family member burdened with huge loans. She's already paid off more than half of her debts. Your situation is much better, and you're much more efficient than her. Of course, that's a stage name, not her real name. We also protect the privacy of actresses, so they don't suffer for the rest of their lives."
I stared at the cover, dumbfounded. I couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
"You... want me to become... an AV actress?"
I seemed to use all my strength to say the word 'AV actress.'
"That's right. Otherwise, you won't be able to pay off this loan. This is my business card—"
he said, pushing it across the coffee table.
"If you're interested, please contact me. Otherwise... you'd better watch yourself. Goodbye."
I stood up, mechanically seeing off this incredibly unreasonable person—who wanted me to make AVs to pay off debts on our first meeting—out of the house. Then, mechanically, I went back and sat on the sofa he had just been sitting on.
"Dad. What's going on?"
This man, still like a child, slumped on the sofa, trembling. His head hung low, his thick arms crossed at his sides, his fingers buried deep in his thinning hair.
"I—I already said it. I went…to play. And then I owed a little…"
he said. Suddenly, he looked up—his face was streaked with tears. Tears clung to the deep wrinkles of his skin. Yet, a slightly excited expression appeared on his face.
"I knew I would win! Because I did win before! It was just a moment of carelessness—I can definitely win it back…and those guys believed it too! They lent me money…"
"So…you owe fifty million. And it's a 70% interest rate loan?!"
Seeing his pathetic expression, I couldn't help but get angry. This guy, isn't he an irresponsible man? Doesn't he know what kind of situation this family is in? Impossible! He's the head of the family, how could he not know!
He's over forty years old this year. Unlike me and his brother. He's not a child. He should know what it means to live within one's means,
I understand. This family is incomplete. His mother left him because of his incompetence. It hadn't been easy for him to raise two children alone all these years.
Even if he used that money to hire prostitutes or go to those guys in my class who made a living through compensated dating to satisfy his needs, I would understand.
But… he chose gambling to relieve stress. That was completely different.
"I—"
His voice suddenly rose, then slumped back down in despair.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry."
He sighed.
"When the time comes… please. Please help me pay back this money no matter what… I don't want to die. They really will kill me!"
This man, over forty, began to sob. Then he stormed out. What was he going to do?
I didn't know, and I didn't want to know. As long as he didn't go back to gambling, that would be fine.
Drinking alone… and spending the night with a woman. That wouldn't be bad for him, would it?
But… without a doubt
, he was running away from the problem .
I sighed and left the living room.
It was too shameful, Father. Men, no matter what situation they're in, should show strength! Otherwise, how can they give women a sense of security?
Not just men. His behavior even made me think he wasn't even an 'adult.'
"This... bastard."
That yakuza was right. It seems like this is the only way our family can pay off the debt. Otherwise, with my father's meager salary... I'm afraid we'll have to pay it off even by the time our grandchildren are born, and the amount owed will only increase due to compounding interest.
"Is this fate? Really..."
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My name is Kurosawa—Kurosawa Maruna. It might not sound very good. Please forgive the person who named me; he really didn't have the talent—he even originally planned to just pick a name from some novel and use it for me. One of the most important characteristics of a granddaughter is being completely irresponsible.
My father must have inherited this personality trait from him, and then gradually made it worse.
Father: Kurosawa Hiroshi; Brother: Kurosawa Junichi; and me. As the older sister and daughter, Kurosawa Maruna. The three of us make up a broken, poor family. Of course, we wouldn't say we're destitute, but life is definitely not
good . My brother and I are relatively easy to manage. And my brother is an excellent student. Over the years, life has been relatively stable,
but unfortunately... that peace is gone now
... and probably never will be again.
Of course, thinking about the future now seems a bit far-fetched. I have immediate worries, so I'll put those long-term concerns aside for now. Anyway, it's just constantly selling my body in front of the camera to pay off debts
... it's nothing , I can absolutely endure
this level of work , I can do it very well ... what a joke. It's a little embarrassing to say, but I'm still a virgin. Please, am I supposed to spend my first time in front of the camera? Absolutely not! It should... should be more... more romantic! Ahhhh, my brain is trembling . So much has happened these past few days. It's unbearable! I'm not in the mood to wash up, so I went straight to the bedroom to sleep. My father might still have some self-pity for a while, so I'll just sleep in the bedroom... Speaking of which, the bedroom is quite small. It has tatami mats. This makes it convenient for the three of us to sleep on the floor. After all, the old house is too small to fit three beds ; usually, my father and I sleep on the floor in this room. My younger brother is a boarding school student, living on campus most of the time and only returning home on weekends. On weekends, the three of us sleep on makeshift beds on the floor in this room. I laid out my bed, and then… took off all my clothes, including my underwear. Completely naked , unlike most of my classmates. They're the pajama-wearing type, but I'm the naked-sleeping type, honestly. Once you try it, you'll definitely love the feeling of sleeping naked . I crawled into bed. "He's not here… let's relax a bit after so long?" I suggested to myself. Maybe it's because I had too many questions today? And some fantasies, that's made my body a mess . I don't know. I hate it… but… ah. AV actresses? Ultimately, what exactly is 'sex'? It's still a completely unknown territory for me. Aside from the self-comfort I have every two weeks when my father is on night duty, secretly curled up in bed, my sexual experience is practically zero . Maybe my younger brother—Kurosawa Junichi—knows even more than I do. His smartphone was loaded with adult films, most of my limited experience came from there, though some were uncensored, though heavily pixelated. Those were much clearer . Anyway, right now—my body tells me I want AV. Actresses, alone or in groups, are embraced by male actors. Through the pixelation, those grotesque penises exude an aura that could burn through the screen . The actresses are treated roughly. Those men don't seem to see them as human beings. Several men press her down on the mattress, strip her naked, remove her underwear. Her snow-white body is exposed to the spotlight and the camera. They speak vulgar language, revealing lewd smiles. Then, they stimulate the actresses' most sensitive spots: nipples, areolas, clitoris, fingertips brushing against them, tongues licking them. The actresses let out pitiful moans . Then the male actors thrust their hips, deeply penetrating their bodies with a squelching sound— I think I'm crying. Why? Tears are flowing from above. And below too…

I brushed over there. Between my fingers, I pulled apart the translucent, sticky strands.
"Ha..."
I sighed, supporting my upper body with my left hand on the ground. My right hand began to knead my breasts. The cup size wasn't large—about a B. Just the right size to hold in one hand. However, thanks to my low body fat percentage, my breasts were very firm and elastic. Unlike those women with two useless mounds, even if I supported myself with both hands, leaned forward, and assumed a crawling position, they wouldn't deform.
My palms gently rubbed around the outer edges of my breasts a few times, then I pinched and rubbed one nipple with my middle and index fingers.
With the stimulation and pleasure from my breasts, I began to moan. Even though I knew no one was home, I tried to keep my voice down.
"Ah—oh..."
Compared to my usual masturbation, the feeling came on exceptionally quickly today. Was it because of fear? Those actresses were thrown roughly onto the mattress, and then a male actor touched her from behind, and that huge thing was inserted all the way in. Then, holding the actress's waist, I began to thrust forcefully.
"Ah~ Ah~! Ah—"
she seemed to be moaning. But... she seemed to be enjoying it
. I lowered my head. Two slender fingers pinched that light brown nipple, teasing it. At first, it was a gentle rubbing, then it started to pull it roughly.
"Normally... this won't make me happy!" But today, this time. The pleasure came quickly,
accompanied by an electric current from my breasts, and my lower abdomen also began to feel something. My private parts must be open now, spitting out sticky fluid.
I wanted to make the fire there burn even brighter.
I moved my right hand to my lower body
. I was already very familiar with this place. My right hand skillfully slipped into the thick black forest between my legs and found the clitoris. I began to gently caress it.
Instantly,
accompanied by the stimulation of the uniquely patterned fingertips, my thighs writhed because of the pleasure from the clitoris.
"Mmm... Ah..."
My right hand teased the clitoris in my private parts. My left hand began to caress my breasts.
My body grew increasingly hot, and my breathing became rapid.
"Ugh...so good..."
My vagina kept secreting fluid. The pubic hair covering the area was soaked.
I lowered my head
, my thick, jet-black pubic hair covering my private parts.
I panted, grabbed a small makeup mirror from the side,
and placed it in front of my crotch. Underneath the pubic hair, there was a pinkish slit
. The pubic hair was so thick that only the slightly parted inner slit could be vaguely seen—and inside the slit, a small hole made of tender flesh could be vaguely seen. With
the moisture of the nectar, a pinkish glow shone
from within. As the nectar continued to leak out, the area around my vulva was completely covered with wet love fluid.
I spread my legs wide apart and began to provocatively twist my hips, rubbing the petals around the slit with my middle finger, while the other fingers gently pressed on my clitoris
. In the mirror, I saw a petite woman. My hair was tied in pigtails, and my face, which looked quite childish, was flushed. Judging by that face alone, probably no one would believe I was eighteen. Some might even believe I was sixteen. My body was also somewhat childish. My chest was only a B cup, my shoulders were narrow, my waist was thin, and my ribs were faintly visible, yet my pelvis was remarkably wide
… This body, however, possessed a beautiful, naturally occurring buttocks.
Because it felt so good, my slender legs, which made up more than half of my body length, spasmed repeatedly with the rising pleasure,
sometimes even squeezing my legs together, rubbing against each other—undoubtedly. Looking at myself in the mirror, a reflection that didn't match my actual age, I was completely absorbed in masturbation.
"Ah…so good…oh…I can't take it anymore…"
Accompanied by cries, a lewd expression appeared on my face. Was that really me?
As waves of pleasure surged, my fingers rubbing my clitoris became more intense and deeper.
"Ah... I'm going to cum..."
Finally, with wanton moans, I reached the peak of pleasure.
Suddenly, my body straightened abruptly, trembling violently
as I shook my head wildly, a gush of white fluid flowing from my vagina. My raised hips sank back down.
"Huff... huff..."
After the orgasm, I collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily.

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