[Transparent World] (03) Author: Cassano

Author: Casano
Word Count: 5554

(Part 3)

That night, I strangely found myself thinking again about a Japanese girl I had dated in Japan. She
wasn't particularly beautiful, but she possessed the gentleness and understanding typical of Japanese girls.

Later, for various reasons, we broke up, and we never contacted each other again. Strangely, last night
I dreamed about her again, but in the dream, when I turned to look at her, her face gradually
transformed into Mao's appearance.

But when I came out, I realized my back was wet. Mao had prepared breakfast that morning.
When I came out, Harusuke was already sitting there. He still didn't give me a friendly look, but he seemed a little better than yesterday
.

As for Hideki, he had just left for work when I got up. I guess he went to work so early
to avoid seeing Harusuke and to avoid awkwardness.

After I finished eating, I thought I should go for a walk, otherwise, it would be strange to stay in someone else's house and not
know what to do.

Mao probably misunderstood that I was going back, and kept trying to persuade me to stay until I promised to
come back for dinner that evening, which finally put her at ease.

To be honest, it had been a long time since I had explored Japan on my own. Every time I came to Japan for business, I was with a group of
people, and everyone would either visit a few tourist attractions or
buy things for themselves or their relatives and friends according to a long shopping list.

Since I had studied here for several years, I had basically seen all the places and things that needed to be seen, so
I was just dragged along as their free tour guide.

Wandering around the streets of Osaka, I didn't know where to go, so I randomly found a coffee shop and sat down.
Watching the people rushing about, busy with their lives, I suddenly thought of my
wife waiting for me to return to China. The closer I got to home, the stronger my longing became; the farther I was from home, the stronger my longing became.

There really wasn't much to see, so I decided to go back as soon as possible. When I got back to Hideki's house, I rang
the doorbell , but no one answered. I thought, maybe Mao and Harusuke had both gone out? If so, I was doomed.

Thankfully, after a while, Mao's voice came from inside. She opened the door and kept apologizing.
Looking at her sweaty face, I asked, "What's wrong? Why are you sweating so much?"

"Because I've been doing laundry. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Mao was wearing her usual white short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts, and the beads of sweat
on her unique chocolate-colored skin made her look incredibly alluring.

Her appearance reminded me of the strange dream I had last night, and I felt a little embarrassed to
continue .

"Has Kazuya-san finished shopping? I thought you weren't coming back for dinner, and I almost didn't prepare
enough food."

I smiled and said, "Actually, you don't have to keep calling me Kazuya-san. Just call me by my
name ."

"Actually, I've been wanting to do that, but I was afraid it wouldn't be polite. I've heard that Chinese people value
etiquette the most."

If it were China in the past, that might be true, but given the current situation in China, it's probably difficult to do so now
. However, I didn't reveal my thoughts to her. After all, every country has its
hidden dark side and its inspiring kindness.

After I went in, I specifically went to Harusuke's room to check on him. He was still lying in bed, reading an
unknown book. He only nodded symbolically when he saw me. I saw
a cup of hot water on the drawer table next to him, so it seemed that Mao had also been here earlier.

"How are you feeling today? Are you alright?"

Since Harusuke wouldn't speak, I had to take the initiative to speak first.

"It's alright, thank you for your concern."

To my surprise, Harusuke actually thanked me. It seems this old man isn't so
unpleasant after all.

After chatting with him for a few more minutes, I left his room and
wandered aimlessly around the house. Eventually, I reached the living room. The French windows were open, letting in a gentle breeze.

I saw a figure on the balcony outside the window. As I approached, I saw Mao hanging up the laundry
. She wasn't very tall, probably less than 1.6 meters. It seems Japanese girls aren't
very tall. The clothes rack was placed quite high, so she
had to stand on tiptoe to reach the clothes.

As she stretched her arms upwards, her clothes were also lifted,
revealing her sexy, tanned skin. It was clear Mao exercised regularly
.

Her waist was slender yet firm, not the kind of weight loss from starving herself
.

Because of her tiptoeing posture, her buttocks needed to be consciously contracted, making her tight bottom appear
even higher and more prominent, revealing the most beautiful side of a woman under those tight denim shorts.

Although I didn't want to, I must admit that when I saw this scene, my eyes were glued to it
, and my lower body began to react in a way typical of an adult male.

At that moment, I had completely forgotten that she was my friend's wife; I only
saw her as an ordinary woman.

Every movement Mao made tugged at my heartstrings, and my throat began to involuntarily swallow
saliva until she finished hanging up the clothes without me even noticing.

"Ah! Mr. Kazuya, oh! Hehe, Kazuya-kun, what are you doing standing here? Is something wrong?"

"Ah! No, no, nothing, I just... I just wanted to get a glass of water. You've worked hard."

As soon as I finished speaking, I quickly fled to the kitchen.

Back in my room, I could still clearly hear my heart pounding; I wondered if Mao
had heard it.

Looking back on what had just happened, I couldn't believe I'd done something so shameful—
to have such filthy thoughts about my friend's wife. Maybe it's because I haven't been with a woman in a long time, I
started making excuses for myself.

Because of my embarrassing behavior, I was too ashamed to face Zhenxu for the time being, so I just stayed in my room playing on my phone
and reading magazines to pass the time.

Unexpectedly, I stumbled upon Hideki's secret stash of adult magazines. They had everything
from *Beppin* and *Beppinschool* to *Bejaan*. It seems that even after all these years, he hasn't changed his penchant for pornography. I secretly bought a few of these magazines when I was in school; every photo was undeniably arousing. But I stopped buying them later, worried about being discovered by my roommates. Seeing these again now brings back so many memories. My restless heart, already aroused by Mao's stunning figure, was reignited. Flipping through those photos of her alluring body, my penis was rapidly hardening, telling me it needed to get some fresh air. Although I felt it was wrong, lust is the hardest thing to resist. Once aroused, it's difficult to suppress, a man's most fatal weakness. Many can resist temptation, but still succumb to the allure of beauty. So, as I slowly masturbated, releasing the desire within me, I gazed at the photos and let my imagination run wild. Gradually, my mind began to wander, and somehow, I started thinking about Mao's slender waist and full hips. Hideki is such a lucky guy. My wife has a great personality, but her figure is just average, so I don't have much desire at home, and I'm also worried about getting diseases from seeing other women. Just as I was about to reach my climax and desperately needed tissues, the door suddenly opened, and a gasp snapped me out of my euphoria. "Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Seeing Mao bowing her head and apologizing, I was filled with regret. I hurriedly pulled up my pants, repeatedly apologizing. And so, this strange scene of two people, a man and a woman, apologizing to each other unfolded. "I'm so sorry, I...I..." I stammered, unsure what to say. Mao slightly raised her chin, quickly glancing at me. Seeing that I had already put my pants back on, she relaxed a bit. "I should be the one who's embarrassed. I forgot to knock before coming in. Sorry to bother you, Kazuya-kun." I don't know if anyone else has experienced a man being caught doing this by a woman, but it was definitely my first time. The embarrassment and helplessness were something no one else could understand. Mao's eyes started to unconsciously glance at the floor. I then remembered that I hadn't put away the adult magazines scattered on the floor, and I quickly squatted down and haphazardly put them away. Mao looked at my clumsy movements and chuckled a few times. That chuckle was so captivating, it felt like my bones were melting. I scratched my head and chuckled along, when suddenly her laughter stopped abruptly, her face turning red again. She said shyly, "Kazuya-kun is really energetic." I looked down and realized that my erection hadn't subsided at all; in fact, it seemed even more intense than before because of Mao's arrival . I quickly covered that obvious area with my hand, and at that moment I truly understood what it meant to wish there was a hole to crawl into. The air suddenly became heavy. Neither of us knew how to speak first, and we remained silent for four or five seconds before Mao, as if remembering something, said, "Ah! Right! Kazuya-kun, would you like to take a bath? I was just about to say that." "A bath? Now?" Mao nodded. "Yeah, I cleaned the bathroom when I was cleaning, and I was thinking that Kazuya-kun went to bed early last night after bringing his father home. He must be stiff from all that work. A bath would be really relaxing." "Oh, I see. Okay then, thank you so much." "Don't be so polite, Kazuya-kun. Didn't you tell me that?" I remembered that she had said something similar before. Mao's words immediately made me feel much more relaxed. It seems that Japanese people really enjoy taking baths, whether at home or in a hot spring inn. Men, women, the elderly, and children all enjoy bathing. As I lay comfortably in the bathtub, I felt completely released, as if my whole body was floating . "Knock knock knock, I left my change of clothes outside. They're all from Hideki's place, they should fit ." I was startled; Mao was right outside the bathroom. "Ah, okay." Since I hadn't planned to stay here so long, I hadn't brought any change of clothes , and the clothes I was wearing had started to smell since yesterday. I looked at the blurry figure outside the bathroom door and window, still not leaving, and asked, "Mao, is there anything else?" "Ah! Actually, actually, can I come in for a bit? To give Kazuya-san a massage." When I heard Mao say she wanted to give me a massage, I initially thought I was hearing things, but after asking again and receiving a positive reply, I realized it was true. "A massage? Okay, thank you." I was probably just driven by lust at the time, and I agreed without any hesitation, or perhaps I was actually anticipating something. The bathroom door and window were gently pushed open. Because the ventilation system was excellent, the bathroom wasn't steamy; it was just a misty, foggy place. When the door and window were pushed open, revealing Mao's clear figure, I realized she had changed into a cropped short-sleeved top and cotton shorts, making me want to have a nosebleed. "Excuse me," she said, closing the door behind her as she came in. My heart skipped a beat, sensing something was about to happen. "Come sit here, Kazuya-kun, let me wash your back," Mao said, picking up a small stool from a corner of the bathroom. I knew I had to come out, but my penis had already started to arouse the moment she entered. While Mao was getting the shower gel, I quickly got out of the bathtub and sat on the stool . "Let's begin."

"Hmm."

When Mao's warm hands touched my back, my whole body trembled involuntarily. She
seemed oblivious, continuing to apply shower gel to me.

"Kazuya-kun's back is quite strong." "

Ah, really?"

I'm usually quite athletic, so I've always maintained a good physique, without any beer belly or anything like
that.

"Does Kazuya-kun's wife also scrub your back like this?"

Although my wife also came back from overseas, she's a bit of a germaphobe and doesn't really like
showering with me. Even though I've had a few chances to coax her into showering with me, there were still many rules, so
I eventually gave up.

"She...she rarely. Occasionally."

"Hehe, is that so? Hideki, on the other hand, really likes to take me showering together."

Images of Mao showering naked began to involuntarily float into my mind, and just thinking about it made
my penis incredibly hard.

"No, I can't keep thinking like this, I need to get rid of it quickly, or I'll be in trouble if they find out."

Although I thought this in my mind, my body was too obedient, and I couldn't control myself at all.

"You've dried my back, now move to the front."

Mao said this without any hesitation.

"Huh?!"

"You need to wash the front too."

"Uh, I'll do the front myself, no need to trouble Mao."

When I heard that Mao was going to wash my front, my penis actually twitched
.

"It's okay, otherwise your hands will be covered in foam. Kazuya-kun, turn around."

Even though Mao said it was okay, how could I let her actually wash me? But seeing that she
seemed not to leave until she finished washing me, I could only close my legs and pretend I didn't hear her.

"Since Kazuya-kun won't listen, then I'll come over myself."

"Huh?! Wait, wait."

My attempts to stop her were completely ineffective, and Mao just stood in front of me.

"What, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, come on, I'll help you clean the front too."

In that instant, I realized that I was starting to not recognize the girl in front of me anymore. She was starting to become different from the person I knew before
. Was she always like this, or was something wrong?

"Kazu-kun, hurry up and take your hands away! How am I supposed to wash like this? Come on, put your hands to the side."

I probably can't take them away in my current state.

Mao saw that I hadn't moved for a while, looked up at me, and there was an indescribable
meaning .

She began to forcefully pry my hands off my genitals. It wasn't entirely forceful, because she was, after all,
just a girl, and she certainly couldn't beat me in terms of strength. She was just trying to pull my hands away, and I
half-heartedly cooperated with her.

When she pulled my hands away, the first thing she saw was naturally my penis, which had grown to an unbelievable size
.

Mao chuckled, but didn't show any other discomfort or displeasure.
It was as if she had expected it.

Looking at her half-shy yet very bold eyes, my heart became more and more restless.
I no longer cared about my swollen penis; I even hoped it would become bigger and thicker. I had once read a report that said Japanese people
seem to have an innate worship of male genitalia.

While helping me clean up, Mao's elbow would intentionally or unintentionally brush against my throbbing penis,
making it twitch every time. I could tell from the smile on her lips that she was doing it on purpose.

Just as my mind was contemplating whether to make this woman my woman or maintain
my friendship with Hideki, Harusuke's voice suddenly called from outside the door: "Mao, Mao, come here for a second.
"

Not knowing what had happened and worried about Harusuke being alone, Mao could only stop
what she was doing, indicating that I could rinse off the foam myself, and hurriedly left.

I felt both regret for not being bold enough to do something and missing such a good opportunity, and a little relieved that I
hadn't done anything to betray Hideki.

When it was time for dinner, Hideki returned. He looked like he'd had a few drinks; his face was flushed.

Harusuke, due to his mobility issues, said he wanted to eat in his room, so Mao brought him the food
.

Hideki, still drunk, insisted on having more drinks with me, and I couldn't refuse, so I picked up my glass.

"You know, Mao is really nice."

"Huh? What?"

Hideki's words left me completely bewildered.

"Let me tell you, actually, actually Mao she..."

As I waited quietly for him to finish, I realized Hideki had already passed out drunk on the table.

(To be continued)

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