new wife boy

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Foreword:
A white car sped along the road leading to a small hill. This area was barren, undeveloped mountainous terrain, and the road only led to the hill. When the car stopped, it kicked up a cloud of dust. Reiko Mizushima stepped out, her long hair fluttering in the autumn wind, and began to stroll.
This was a vast, deserted space, but a year later it would become a corner of a newly developed residential area. This was the last year she could come here to appreciate such a vast space. Reiko thought this as she approached a small,
round pond in the exposed red soil. The pond was about forty meters deep. The green water obscured the bottom, only the surface reflecting the sky like a mirror, seemingly concealing its depth. Reiko liked this small pond for no apparent reason.
Perhaps when houses were built here in the future, this small pond would remain in a small park. A walkway would surround the pond, planted with various flowers, trees, and shrubs, providing a place for residents to relax. But Reiko still preferred this picturesque pond.
When she arrived at the pond, a place usually deserted, she found a rare visitor: a young boy. He had rolled up his uniform trousers, dipped his feet in the water, and was using a net to scoop something up. It was a peculiar sight in the area; blue plastic tubs lay beside the pond, and school uniform shirts were carelessly tossed about. Reiko watched the boy from afar for a while.
He leaned forward like a rusty, bent nail, completely absorbed in the water. He probably lived in the nearby residential area; his skin was fair and refined, and he had a lovely face. Many middle-class office workers lived in the surrounding area, which might explain why elementary school students were so busy with schoolwork in the later grades, and it was rare to see children playing outside. Reiko thought of her own childhood growing up on the vast land of Hokkaido, and watching the boy play alone, she suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia. The net in the boy's hand emerged from the water; the captured prey thrashed about at the bottom of the net, and the boy skillfully placed it into the plastic tub.
What could one catch in such a small pond? Reiko slowly walked over and gently looked up at him.
"Good afternoon, what are you catching?"
"..."
The boy didn't answer, nor did he turn his face away, just staring blankly at Reiko's face.
"Ah, shrimp, I caught so many." Reiko said, looking at the plastic container. There were about ten shrimp inside, and she was moving around inside with her large scissors.
"Are you a middle school student? Do you live around here?"
"..."
The boy still stared at Reiko without answering.
"You really don't like talking, and you don't want to talk to strange women?"
The boy was wooden and expressionless, but had a cute appearance with delicate features. However, upon closer inspection, one could tell that the face of a handsome boy was like a cold mask, expressionless, with a pair of phoenix eyes under a forehead that looked intelligent, radiating a gaze that was hard to tell whether sharp or dull.
When this child spoke, one wondered what kind of words would come out of his mouth... The child smiled, a smile that was incredibly cute. But according to the usual situation, it should be school time now.
Reiko checked her watch; it was almost three o'clock. He didn't look like a delinquent at all; there must be some reason he skipped school. He was slender, and his back revealed a lonely figure. Was he being bullied by classmates? Did his parents or teachers know that this child was playing here alone like an elementary school student? Reiko became somewhat interested in this silent boy.
"Do you also not talk to anyone at school?"
The boy ignored Reiko's question and went back into the pond. Reiko squatted in front of the plastic tub, waiting for the boy to come back with more shrimp.
But Reiko didn't lead a boring life every day, nor was she unable to pass the time. Reiko was twenty-four years old, a bride who had only been married for three months. Her husband was a promising twenty-nine-year-old elite. She
lived in happiness every day, and her work was also very busy. In the morning, she had to do laundry and sweep the floor, and in the evening, she had to prepare dinner for her beloved husband. They had only moved to this new house immediately after getting married, so they didn't have any close neighbors yet. After driving to the supermarket, she would occasionally drive to this empty space for a walk, imagining her dream life in the future; it had become a habit.
As Reiko stared intently at the plastic tube, the boy returned with more stinging shrimp. He sat silently opposite her again, placing the shrimp into the tube. In an instant, the shrimp inside twitched.
Reiko was startled and immediately stepped back, but lost her balance, one hand landing on the ground. Beneath her pure white top, her beautiful breasts gleamed silver. Her knees, which had been pressed together, parted, revealing glimpses of her bare, snow-white thighs through her mini-skirt. Her thighs were smooth and supple, without an ounce of fat, exuding a sensual allure.
The boy's gaze unabashedly fell upon her skirt, and as Reiko quickly regained her balance, darkness returned. But it seemed only then that the boy's eyes noticed the allure of Reiko's body, slowly lingering over her.
The beige skirt hugged her sexy hips, her waist and abdomen forming beautiful curves, and the shadow of her bra was visible through her upper body. The boy, just entering puberty, was overwhelmed by the allure of a mature woman's body. Her dark hair swayed in the wind, releasing a pungent fragrance into his nostrils.
When she smiled, a row of pearly white teeth appeared between her soft, pink lips. Her eyes had prominent double eyelids, forming arched eyebrows that gave them a gentle look. Light blue eyeshadow accentuated her perfectly proportioned nose, making her a strikingly beautiful woman with an air of elegance. The boy's eyes were fixed on Reiko's beautiful face. But aside from curiosity, there was no other expression.
"Even a middle school student would feel embarrassed looking at me like that,"
Reiko thought. She sensed the boy's curiosity about her body, his gaze fixed on her. However, a hint of loneliness lingered in his eyes, making Reiko feel she couldn't simply walk away.
"Hey, say something...like your name or age, and why are you catching so many shrimp?"
"..."
"If you don't talk, we can't be friends."
"Friends...?"
The boy finally spoke, his voice soft, still bearing the characteristics of a teenager.
"Yeah, do you want to be friends with me? I recently moved to this residential area down here, I don't know my neighbors very well, and I don't have many friends yet."
"..."
"My name is Mizushima Reiko...what's your name?"
"Hidaka...Hidaka Kazuhiko." "
It's little brother Kazuhiko. What grade are you in?"
"First year of junior high..."
The boy did indeed respond to Reiko's suggestion of "being friends." This child really wants friends; his eyes, seemingly forgetting how to smile, lack gentleness... What are boys this age thinking? His enthusiasm for catching shrimp is so cute...but he's almost at puberty. What kind of person do he see me in? What is puberty like for a boy? Reiko wanted to try, so while observing the boy's expression, she deliberately spread her legs a little wider. Her fair, sexy thighs were revealed beneath her dark, tight skirt.
"Don't you like being friends with older women?"
"No, I don't..."
The boy's gaze, like a black panther stalking its prey from a tree, pierced through Reiko's skirt.
"Then, let's be friends from now on."
"Sure, sure..."
The boy didn't say much. But it wasn't out of embarrassment or wariness towards Reiko; a cheerful expression gradually appeared on his face. Reiko slowly closed her legs. But the boy's indifferent eyes shone even brighter as he looked at Reiko's body with the curiosity of a boy in puberty.
"Let's go for a drive around here. I'm coming back from the supermarket; my car is parked down here."
Reiko felt quite happy. Having such a cute friend wasn't bad. If he was bullied at school, she could listen to his troubles. He could manage his middle school studies, and they would have fun catching fish together in the pond during their free time during the day... Reiko let her imagination run wild, feeling excited about having such a friend.
"Should we go to the city center, or do you prefer the beautiful mountain scenery?"
"..."
The boy silently shifted his gaze from Reiko to the water bottle. When he reached into the bottle, the shrimp raised its large scissors in a defiant stance. Was the boy still hesitating, or was he confused by the sudden appearance of a female friend? When Reiko stood up, the boy was still sitting there.
"Cheer up, put on a cheerful face,"
Reiko said, extending her hand to the boy. But the boy brushed her hand away like a cigarette smoke, then suddenly knocked over a water bottle, tossing the shrimp onto the red clay. Reiko jumped away quickly. The shrimp seemed startled, hopping around on the ground. The boy pulled a newspaper-wrapped bottle from the pocket of his school uniform, then poured the liquid inside onto the shrimp.
"See? It's fun..."
the boy said, taking out a lighter and lighting the newspaper, throwing it at the shrimp. Flames immediately engulfed the shrimp. White smoke billowed from its red and black armor as the shrimp sizzled. Its eyes, like periscopes lost in the flames, only the shrimp's scalding scissors remained, its tail curled as it desperately tried to escape, like a fireball... A slight look of joy appeared on the boy's previously expressionless face.
"Isn't this fun?"
The boy smiled at Reiko, pouring alcohol onto the burning shrimp once more. The red soil began to burn as well.
"It's so pitiful for the shrimp,"
Reiko said, her voice slightly hoarse, glancing furtively into the boy's eyes. In his pupils, a hellish scene was reflected: the shrimp struggling in its final moments. This child must have a secret he couldn't tell anyone. He must have been bullied at school, and he vented his frustration by burning the shrimp...
Reiko picked up an empty bucket, intending to extinguish the flames on the shrimp before listening to the boy's tale of his suffering. Squatting by the pool, scooping water with the bucket, the soft soil made her unsteady on her feet. Reiko never expected the boy to suddenly push her from behind. Completely focused on her footing, the boy approached without warning.
"Ah! Don't do this!"
The boy shoved Reiko's bent back forcefully. Unable to maintain her balance, Reiko fell into the pool, bucket in hand. The pool was waist-deep, enough to stand up immediately. However, she had swallowed a lot of water and was coughing so badly she couldn't speak. The boy smiled at Reiko, then walked into the pool, still wearing his pants, and attacked her. There was no time to escape or get angry. Reiko was pushed down, her hair grabbed, and her head submerged in the water. She struggled to breathe, gasping for air, coughing again after swallowing water.
"I'm sorry..."
Only an apology was possible; Reiko felt she would be killed if she didn't apologize. In that instant, Reiko felt a strong sense of fear. The boy soaked her to the bone and began grabbing her by the collar, pulling her from the pool.
There was no one around; even if she tried to escape, she would be caught immediately. If she escaped and was caught again, she didn't know what cruel methods the boy would use. The boy looked at Reiko and gave her another unrepentant smile. Reiko couldn't understand the boy's intentions at all; she just wanted to be at his mercy.
The boy had mental problems! How could he do such a cruel thing and still manage a cute smile? Reiko couldn't understand it at all; all she felt was fear and the urge to escape, like a rabbit instinctively encountering a wolf. The moment Reiko resolved to run away, the boy moved even faster, slinging a fishing net over her head.
A chill ran down Reiko's spine; she was filled with fear and humiliation, but she couldn't shake off the net. The boy held the net's handle in one hand and grabbed three unburnt shrimp with the other, tossing them into a water jug. Then, wearing his school uniform, he held the jug in his left hand and gripped the net's handle firmly with his right, making it impossible for Reiko to remove it.
"Let's go for a ride."
"..."
The boy pulled the net ahead. Reiko, like a puppy that dislikes walks, walked along with the net over her head, her hands gripping the handle in front of her neck, her clothes clinging damply to her body. The autumn wind made Reiko feel cold; she shivered all over, but it wasn't entirely due to the wind.

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