A Tragic Love Story

"Oh, look over there... Ken from the cookie shop is passing by." "Seriously, he's always so dashing, so captivating." "Being the wife of a cookie shop owner is so lucky." The man the neighborhood ladies were gossiping about was Ken Arai, born in Kaminarimon, Asakusa. His mother was originally a geisha from Yatsuhashi, who married into a long-established cookie shop in Kaminarimon. After becoming a wife, she was known in Asakusa Komachi as the "Beauty of Asakusa."

Ken inherited his mother's looks and was called "Ken from the Cookie Shop" from a young age, becoming the talk of the town among the older women and young ladies.

When he graduated from middle school, his father passed away from illness, and his forty-year-old mother remained a widow for three years. But society didn't let her off the hook. Beautiful and wealthy, she attracted attention, and now there were even two or three rumors?

Of course, she became a topic of conversation, especially the younger shop manager, Choshichi, who enjoyed himself every night while the children were asleep.

Changqi had taken a liking to the boss's wife, Axue, even when the boss was still alive. After her husband's death, Axue secretly sought pleasure with him. Unable to obtain her, Changqi quickly approached her.

Every night after Ajian went to sleep, he always heard footsteps. Tonight, he was determined to find out, so he had been pretending to be asleep and waiting. Then he heard the sound of a wardrobe opening. Ajian tiptoed to the back of the wardrobe. However, the wardrobe wasn't closed properly, leaving a small gap. This was perfect. Peeking through the gap, Ajian was completely surprised by what he saw.

His mother, Axue, was wearing a long undergarment, looking alluring under the light.

Changqi said, "Today, I want Grandma to make me all soft and fluffy..." Changqi, wearing an elegant kimono with a slit, immediately took off all her nightgown and led Axue under the covers.

Neither of them had any idea that Ajian was peeking... The blankets were rippling.

"Yes, yes, that spot, harder, ahh... how do I do it?" A frenzied, seductive laugh echoed, and then, the two, completely swayed, had their blankets pulled away, leaving them both naked.

"There's still time until dawn, so let's enjoy it slowly." Seemingly impatient, his long, fiery penis thrust forcefully into Ah Xue's body. Ah Xue was well-prepared, responding with both upward and downward thrusts, experiencing a blissful ecstasy.

At the time, eighteen-year-old Ah Jian, unable to suppress his burning desire, ran back to his room, the thought of the grand scenes in the adult world filling him with fear.

Ah Jian's delinquency was understandable after he understood this; the middle school student Ah Jian began to lie to his mother or secretly go to play with women.

Asakusa, the top entertainment district in Tokyo, while not a great place, became a place where, as graduation approached, he turned into a petty thug, which was generally believed to be related to his handsome appearance.

"A bakery isn't my thing," he said, clearly showing he had no intention of inheriting the family business.

Ah Xue was busy with her own affairs, secretly seeing Chang Qi, who was younger than her, and had no interest in the children.

Ah Jian's eventual expulsion from school was inevitable.

Although he was a bit young, his relatives all thought he should marry a capable wife to settle him down, but that plan was too late.

Around ten o'clock, when Ah Jian was tired from playing outside and wanted to go home, he saw a woman surrounded by delinquents. Her age was hard to determine, but she was undeniably beautiful. Ah Jian immediately punched one of the delinquents and rescued the woman, who thanked him repeatedly.

Since they were going in the same direction, he accompanied her home. The girl was unknowingly drawn to the handsome Ah Jian.

Invited by the woman to visit her home, Ah Jian went along.

This woman, once renowned for her beauty in Akaban, was named Tsutaka. Now, she was living a life of luxury as the mistress of a powerful local figure.

It was quite a coincidence, as she appeared to be about five or six years older than him. Ken had known several women, but none possessed her maturity, voluptuous figure, and high, firm breasts.

"Are there really women like this in the world?" Ken muttered to himself.

He could no longer suppress his rising lust. At twenty, he was no longer a virgin, and although his body wasn't particularly robust, his manhood was larger than anyone else's.

"Mrs. Tsutaka, could you please do me a favor?" His eyes were fixed on Mrs. Tsutaka with passionate intensity, and she was slightly surprised.

"No, what if the boss comes? It's better to go back today, I'm sorry!" Although she said this, she couldn't control her own burning desire. Ken, however, was the type who, once aroused, would use money and power to subdue his mistress.

His erect penis was uncontrollable, and in a moment of impulse, he grabbed Tsutaka's hand and tried to drag her under the covers.

"No, this..." she said, but she let Ken untie her kimono sash, take off her outer garment, and then her underwear.

Ken didn't give her a moment to hesitate, forcefully thrusting his glans into her vulva, and it went in smoothly.

Unconsciously, the woman gradually began to flow with lustful fluids, and Ken pushed even harder, finally getting in. At the same time, his hands moved to the woman's buttocks, playing with her labia and clitoris, while he rocked his waist, sometimes thrusting in and out, sometimes pumping in and out. As this continued, the woman gradually became aroused.

"Good...so good...so good...ah...ah..." she gasped.

Ken waited for this moment for the woman, and accelerated his waist thrusts.

"What should we do? It's almost coming out!" "I can't hold back either, let it go!" The tingling sensation subsided as both of them came out at the same time, but Tsutaka held the penis again, rubbing it with her slender hands, and it became hard again. Tsutaka took the slippery penis to her vulva, and it slid in smoothly again.

"Miss Tsutaka, I really love you now, I understand the taste of a woman now, I'm satisfied even if I die!" He said, while thrusting in and out.

"You've made my heart flutter, and now I love you too." "I'm so happy to hear you say that..." "Ah...so good...so comfortable...a little more...ah ah...harder...oh oh..." Tsutaka closed her eyes, letting Ken do as he pleased. Ken, seeing Tsutaka's expression, became even more aroused, and thrust desperately as if he wanted to break through her vulva. When he thrust into her uterus with deep and shallow strokes, Tsutaka hugged the man tightly, raising her buttocks high as if she had reached the peak of pleasure.

"Ah...faster...go...go...go..." she cried out joyfully, her vulva twitching. At that moment, A-Jian's penis began to spasm, and hot semen shot out, the uterus feeling wonderful.

A-Jian stepped his hot body out into the cool outdoor air the next evening. Afterwards, A-Jian would meet her every day after or before her husband went home.

"Miss Tsutaka, will you elope with me?" A-Jian hugged her body, crying as he asked. The woman didn't object, but there was an age gap.

"Because it's a secret, it's very interesting. And I'm Ken's elder, but if the two of us hide from the world and live a life of hardship as husband and wife, it won't last long. I'll become an old woman first, and Ken will definitely find a younger woman again... causing me pain. So, the current situation is the best. I love Ken so much... I will love you dearly, isn't that enough?" "If the current situation can continue, it's fine, but if my husband finds out, I'll be in trouble. I hope for a happy world just for the two of us." Every time they meet, Ken always tries to persuade her to elope and create a world just for the two of them.
The seventh day of the first lunar month has passed, and it started snowing lightly this morning; it's very cold.

Her husband went on a trip today, so Ken stayed at Tsutaka's house, drinking and enjoying the moon. From evening onwards, the two of them went into the greenhouse to play with toys and have fun.

Unfortunately, her man suddenly came in. He had intended to cheer Jintako up by going to the back room to scare her, but instead, he heard a loud "hahaha!" and, in a fit of rage, flung open the door. The two inside were stunned.

They managed to get dressed, but were trembling uncontrollably. What were they going to do now that they'd been caught?

"No wonder things have been a little different lately, you've been stealing my balls!!" He grabbed the woman and punched her a few times.

"Please forgive me, I'll change!" Jintako pleaded through tears, while A-Jian knelt on the ground apologizing.

"Please forgive me, I'll give you whatever you ask for!" "What money? You bastard!" "Please sell this woman to me, please!" "Bastard, why are you putting on airs?" This only fueled his anger.

"Don't even think about it!" Then, A-Jian's neck was pressed down, and his face was burned with red-hot tongs—a cruel form of torture.

"Look at you, you arrogant pretty boy! Even a woman wouldn't give you your face, how about that?" Ah-Jian's handsome face was ruined; his cheek was burned, and he was blind in one eye. Now, Ah-Jian couldn't stay in Asakusa anymore.

"You have to change your appearance and help me at the shop," his mother cried, trying to persuade him.

"Whether you're blind in one eye or have a scar on your cheek, it won't affect running the cookie shop." "No!" His handsome face was now like this; he couldn't bear to stand in the shop or in front of people. He, who used to be a womanizer, would never be able to go out again. He

spent all his time lying in his bedroom reading comic books.

Seeing her child in this state, his mother felt sorry for him and wanted to move elsewhere.

Fortunately, a relative of hers lived in Sanjo, so he moved to Minamiza to work as a wind instrument attendant—the year before the peace treaty was declared.

He often saw his mother comforting him, but he always thought of his mother's heartache first.

"Fortunately, my health isn't good, so I'm spared from being drafted into the army and going to the battlefield." This was also a way for his mother to comfort herself. The shop in Asakusa Kaminarimon was bombed and burned down during the war, and Ken had never set foot in Asakusa, his birthplace, since then. Ken, who was the subject of much gossip among the young ladies, had been completely forgotten.

The reputation of the young widow had also vanished due to the ravages of war, but she still dyed her hair white and lived a very leisurely and happy life.

Maintaining this refined demeanor, she would go to Kyoto once every two or three months to watch the Nanza Theater, usually staying for two nights.

Ken had been in Kyoto for six years, and time had flown by. Since moving into the theater to manage the instruments, he hadn't gone out to play with women; he had truly changed himself, at most going to the theater to relax. Today, his mother came, and he wanted to spend some quiet time with her.

"Oh right, let's go back to that place I went to with my mother last time!" That place was the one where he and his mother went to Saga, Rakusei last spring to see the cherry blossoms, invited by their childhood friend. Ken loved that place .

Now, not being the season for flower viewing, it would only add to the loneliness.

While sitting by the Togetsukyo Bridge watching the flowing water, a nun walked by, her beautiful face slightly bowed. Ken watched her walk by, lost in thought. The nun didn't notice him watching and walked past.

"So similar...so similar...the face shape, the age, the build?" I'm already twenty-seven, so that woman must be six years older than me.

That beautiful nun might be her; it's been seven years.

She survived the ravages of war and is now a middle-aged woman.

After coming to Kyoto, he intended to change his ways, to start anew, and to work diligently. Whenever he had a motive, he would think of women's bodies.

Those who were torn apart in the midst of love would especially yearn for her. People who have broken up after an argument will still think about each other if they see each other on the street again, unless they already have a new woman.

She would have been happier if her man hadn't found out.

Seven years?

"I won't forget that woman so easily." His eyes welled with tears as he looked back, and the nun's figure gradually disappeared into the evening glow of Saga.

"That's it!" he suddenly exclaimed, following after her.

She lived in the old nunnery under the bamboo grove; he knew her address, even though she lived alone.

Afterwards, Ah-Jian often seemed confused, lost in thought, constantly pondering something. If Ah-Jian had reflected on his actions, it was only for the past two weeks.

Ah-Jian finally made up his mind again.

"I have to go, no matter what. I can't not go. Even if it's not her, I'll pretend it is." But thinking of his own face, he absolutely couldn't let her see it.

He changed his clothes, wearing sunglasses, carrying a flashlight, and a towel tucked into his belt, and arrived at the nunnery in the darkness.

The back door wasn't locked, it seemed a little loose, but both doors were tightly shut.

Judging from the furnishings of her room, there wasn't anything worth stealing.

She had probably gone out to beg for alms and hadn't returned home yet. Just

when this inexperienced robber seemed at a loss, he heard the sound of footsteps on the stone steps and immediately hid by the door.

The only light in this house came from the lamplight by the bed.

This poor nunnery seemed to lack even electric lights.

After the nun finished her leftovers, she read a few scriptures by the bed and quickly made up her blankets to sleep. She was completely unaware that someone was hiding by the door watching her. The rustling sound of the nun changing her clothes... The nun seemed to be asleep. He, like a robber, didn't care about anything. His heightened lust made him tremble, and he vividly remembered the woman's body from seven years ago.

"If you want to die, you'd better behave." A Tokyoite with a beautiful Tokyo accent.
The lamplight by the bed was about to go out. He was tired of this theatrical scene he had seen in the theaters of Asakusa, and he felt like he was acting himself.

The nun trembled with fear, pulling up her sleeves and sitting on the bed. Her eyes, wide open in terror, finally shone through the flashlight.

"You should know that this kind of thatched hut..." she stammered

, her voice trembling. "I didn't come to steal anything, I just fell in love with you, so I sneaked in." "..." A hint of a smile flickered across her face as she glanced away.

The dim light illuminating half her face, and the beautiful profile of the girl, finally revealed Ah Jian's stunning beauty.

"Shut up! A woman's mouth may lie, but her body is real." Ah Jian challenged her, as if trying to exploit this characteristic.

In that instant, the light went out!

The darkness gave Ah Jian an opportunity; he immediately pinned the nun down and mounted her.

"Ah..." she cried out, struggling desperately.

"Please don't do anything impolite and filthy to this nun, please!" She struggled desperately, her legs clenched, but ultimately, she was a woman, and gradually her resistance weakened, her clothes became disheveled, and her legs were exposed.

Ah Jian pressed down on the woman's vulva, immediately pulled down his pants, smeared his hard, rod-like penis with saliva, and tried to thrust it in. But her tightly clenched legs made it difficult to enter.

As Ah Jian anxiously slid his glans back and forth at the entrance of her vulva, perhaps the nun herself became excited, her vulva slowly relaxed. Ah Jian seized this opportunity and thrust all the way in.

"Ah..." The sensation of suddenly penetrating her uterus was exhilarating for Ah Jian, like his soul being taken away. He turned the tables, frantically moving up and down.

Hot, lustful fluid flowed from deep within her vulva.

"I've forgotten this kind of memorable feeling for so long..." she whispered in Ah Jian's ear, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Ah...so good...so good...so comfortable..." she cried, her hips rising high with passion.

"I'm so ashamed of my pleasure. I've been holding back for so long, and you've ruined it all. You're a sinner, but I feel so bad, like my body is melting...ah...so good...um...um...you might as well just kill me, hahaha..." The contrast between the nun and the robber had changed.

"I can't hold back either. Please forgive me. I've broken your vow of chastity. I'm sorry. But it's already happened. Try to be happy, I'm going to lose myself too." The nun twisted her body, straining her wrists to make his glans hit her cervix, while her legs braced herself. As she raised her hips, Ah Jian cried out, "Ah...oh..." and with a groan, his semen gushed out. The nun's vagina also spasmed intensely, her long-awaited ejaculation feeling like a soul-stirring, ecstasy.

That night's adventure seemed to have restored his confidence and filled him with excitement. He now possessed all sorts of tricks

up his sleeve when it came to the insatiable lust for women's bodies. The next day, he took the first bus back to the opera troupe before dawn.

"Something seemed to have happened last night, didn't it?"

he asked, his voice dripping with sleeplessness, mocked by his colleagues. After that incident, his previously depressed state transformed into one of great cheerfulness, prompting his colleagues to quip, "It seems Ah-Jian has a girlfriend lately!" From then on, Ah-Jian frequently skipped his shifts, often rushing to the nunnery in Saga.

He could predict the nun's desperate nightly wait for his body if he didn't go for ten days.

His love for the nun naturally blossomed. Up until now, Ah-Jian was unwilling to reveal his true form, and the nun was unwilling to discuss her past.

It was a relationship shrouded in darkness.

Lately, every morning when he was about to leave, the nun was heartbroken and reluctant to let him go.

Ah Jian was terrified of becoming more cheerful, often returning home before dawn, still contemplating whether to simply reveal the truth.

"No, no, the status quo must be maintained to enjoy this." He wondered if she was the

same person she was seven years ago. He didn't even know this; what kind of woman was she? Had her figure and voice changed in seven years?

This inexplicable love continued for three months.

The deeper the love, the more dissatisfied the woman would become with this abnormal love.

A lover who came in darkness and returned in darkness?

One day, the nun suddenly told him: "Let me see your true form, but it's very faint in the darkness!" That was Ah Jian's greatest fear. If this nun was truly Tsutaka, everything would be perfect; if not, knowing his half-ghost face and one blind eye would surely terrify him.

"Right, if she gets scared and kills me, I'll just kill myself too." He considered it for ten days at the theater troupe; stealth was the best course of action.

The nun waited impatiently for him in bed.

"I thought you wouldn't come again, I've been living such a lonely life!" The nun's adorable nasal voice was charming.

"It's my fault for not coming for ten days, I want to apologize to you, madam." "You're so considerate to me, I'd be satisfied even if I died, you love me so much!" "I'm about to come, I'm a little tired today." "No, no, I don't want you to be so quick." "But I can't help it, oh... oh... look..." Ah Jian came quickly.

The unsatisfied nun wouldn't let go, tightening her wet vulva, her penis, soaked in her lustful fluids, was already limp, but then suddenly became erect again.

"I came during my free time, so I came quickly, but we can do it several more times! Look! It's hard again now." "Ah! I'm so happy, this time I'm going to come." The two seemed tireless, both coming several times. Today was too much fun, so they both fell into a deep sleep, and when Ah Jian jumped up, it was too late to catch the first tram.
"Oh no, I slept too late!" While hurriedly putting on his pants, the nun also woke up.

"Ah! It's already dawn. If we don't have time to take the tram, we can take our time playing." The nun also wanted to get up.

"Oh no, what happened?" She was very anxious.

The morning sunlight streaming through the doorway shone on the tatami mats and the bed, creating striped patterns.

"Ah..." The nun finally let out a scream, and at the same time, Ken grabbed the nun's belt and strangled her neck.

"It's terrible, isn't it? Today, I tried to hide my face from you, so I used the darkness, but you found out. If you want to die, I want to die too." "Wait... let go..." "There's nothing more to say." "It's painful... So you are Mr. Ken from Asakusa, right?" "You are Tsutaka, that Ms. Tsutaka..." Ken put down the belt he was holding and sat down on the ground.

Then, with tears streaming down her face, Tsutaka said, "I caused Ken such cruel harm. After that incident, I was very lonely, and my husband became very harsh towards me. I didn't have a single happy day. I thought I might as well die.

I often thought that, but I wanted to see Ken one more time and apologize to him in person.

Not long after, I separated from my husband, and I kept inquiring about Ken's whereabouts.

Someone said you went to Kyoto, so six years ago I went in that direction and entered Saga's room. There was an old monk and me there, but the old monk passed away last year, and now I live a monotonous life alone. I have abandoned the secular world and focused on reading scriptures. To meet you again is truly an incredible fate... Such a reunion is the guidance of the Bodhisattva. Alright, alright, don't think about such sad things.

Cheer up, you can come to this hermitage during the day too." After listening to Tsutaka's words, large tears streamed down Ken's face.

"Miss Tsutaka, I'm so happy! You missed me so much, I'm truly unworthy of your praise. If it weren't for you, I don't know how society would have judged us for our deaths. Miss Tsutaka, we're truly a match made in heaven, Miss Tsutaka." Ken hugged Tsutaka and cried bitterly. Then, Ken's lips captured Tsutaka's wet lips with a sweet kiss.

"Tsutaka, here's some money. Take it and buy some wine to relax a bit!" Tsutaka went to buy wine and some casual dishes for the two of them to drink together... In their moment of relaxation, they both got drunk. No one would come to the nunnery during the day, so Ken's lust was aroused again, and he hugged Tsutaka.

"Ouch, slow down! There's no one around now, don't panic." Her bewitching smile was the result of experiencing the bitterness and hardship of life, making her even more alluring than seven years ago.

"It's truly become the world I always talked about, just the two of us." He hugged her from behind, playing with her nipples with one hand and inserting the other to play with her soft vulva.

"The taste here is definitely much better than before." "Oh... just kidding..." "Zinduozi, open your legs a little wider." It was hard to tell if it was itchiness or pleasure. Zinduozi's vulva was already soft and swollen, and her vaginal fluid flowed out and down to her buttocks.

Every time she moved her fingers, there was a sound of her vaginal fluid. When Zinduozi had pleasure, she would often cry out "haha" and "ah ah", and her breathing would be heavy. She would stick to A-Jian's knees, swing her buttocks, and lower her vulva to where her fingers could reach.

"Ah... that... that's so good... a little more... ha... ha... ha..." A-Jian used his fingers to dig into her hot vulva, stirring the soft flesh, or touching her clitoris, or sewing up the opening to amuse himself. Zinduozi was being played with, and her breathing became heavier and heavier. The more she breathed, the more exhausted she became, and she was already in a daze.

After a while, Zinduozi's vulva spasmed and she cried. After crying, A-Jian took his penis, which was as hard as a stick, and pushed it into her slippery vulva.

"Oh... your thing is always so big, so powerful, it feels so good whenever I put it in." The two of them were thrusting wildly.

"Ah...ah..." "Ah...ah..." "Ken, I feel better and better, what's wrong, it's okay..." "I can't hold back anymore, Tsutaka, your breasts are so tight! Oh...almost...almost...Tsutaka, I'll never leave you...ah...so good...so good..." "Ah! I can't hold back either! What should we do, Ken? It's over! It's out! It's gone!" Overjoyed, Tsutaka spread her legs, wrapped her legs around Ken's body, and slowly swayed her wet, dripping vulva, frantically grabbing Ken's neck and refusing to let go.

Ken also took this opportunity to press hard against her uterus, suddenly thrusting in and out.

"Ah...ah..." "Oh...oh..." The two ejaculated at the same time, embracing each other, unable to move.

Immersed in pleasure, the two forgot it was late and continued to do their happy thing.

The two lovers will forever hide in Saga to enjoy themselves, and how things will develop in the future is unknown.

[The End]

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