The woman lying on the fire

The Woman Lying on the Fire

Author: Shiroyama Saburo Word Count: 76253 TXT Package:

1.

A sleepy spring night.

In the dead of night, all was quiet. A middle-aged man, having just finished work and a few drinks, walked home with slightly drunken steps.

Just moments before, he had been loudly "singing"—no, more like "shouting"! But now, his "shouting" grew softer and softer—until finally, the powerful "shouting" turned into muffled noises.

It turned out that the middle-aged man had walked until he reached a "high-end villa area." Rows of high walls and thick iron gates stood majestically in the silent night. Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man's voice involuntarily grew softer and softer. Every time he passed this place and returned to his tiny, matchbox-like "home," this middle-aged man felt as if he had aged a little more.

"Sigh! We're all human, why is there such a big difference?" he muttered to himself, looking at the high wall.

Of course, complaining was useless. As we know, many people complain for the sake of complaining, and this middle-aged man was no exception.

To finish this "mansion avenue" as soon as possible, he quickened his pace slightly. After taking only five or six steps, he stopped—"Strange?" He saw someone attempting to climb the wall of one of the villas.

Of course, normally, this person might be a thief or a burglar. But what puzzled the middle-aged man was that, under the bright streetlights, he saw a short skirt and a pair of long, slender, white legs—meaning the person climbing the wall was a woman. And, no matter how you looked at her, she seemed like a young woman—perhaps a teenage girl would be more accurate.

"Hey—push, push—" the girl cheered herself on as she struggled to reach the top of the wall.

A tree branch stretched out from inside the wall, and the girl seemed to want to climb over it.

"This is really strange. Is there such a stupid thief? If this villa is hers, wouldn't it be better to go in through the front gate?" the middle-aged man thought as he walked over the wall and looked up at the girl—the girl, who had finally managed to climb to the top, suddenly realized someone was watching her, but she wasn't alarmed at all.

"Goodnight, Uncle!" the girl suddenly said to the middle-aged man.

"Ah—" the middle-aged man was a little surprised by this unexpected greeting. "Climb—climb, up there, it must be tiring!"

"Not bad!"

"Why—why didn't you go in through—through the front gate?"

"I have a very mean stepmother, she won't let me in!"

"Oh—"

"Well then, I'm going in now."

"Oh! Goodbye." The middle-aged man began his journey home again—even wealthy families aren't without their troubles! The middle-aged man nodded, as if he had suddenly realized something, and even his steps became lighter.

Meanwhile, the girl, suppressing a laugh, watched the middle-aged man's figure gradually blur before pushing aside the branches and looking into the yard—the girl had a lovely, childlike face. No! To say she wasn't pretty wouldn't be accurate. But to call her beautiful—she was a bit different from our image of a beauty. Her eyes were much larger than average, her nose was straight, but she had a mouth that looked like that of a mischievous child.

Under the tree was a large lawn. At the other end of the lawn, a huge mansion lay dormant in the night—"Careful—careful—" the girl whispered to herself, then crouched down and moved her hands toward the branches.

"Ah—" The girl seemed to have accidentally grabbed a thin branch, and suddenly lost her balance, falling to the ground with a "thud" due to gravity.

"Ouch!"

In such a beautiful yard, someone actually showed a pained expression.

"What happened! I didn't even grab it—" the girl complained, rubbing her bottom as she stood up. Then, she picked up the schoolbag she had thrown in earlier, crossed the lawn, and walked toward the mansion—after passing the white tables and chairs in the garden, the girl stopped in front of a glass door.

"I wonder if it will open?" the girl muttered to herself. "Whatever! I can't just not try anyway—"

She gently pushed forward with her hand, and to her surprise, the door opened without making a sound.

"Strange—did Hasegawa forget to lock the door?"

The girl thought to herself as she closed the glass door and stepped into the dark room. Suddenly, the lights came on. This time, the girl was really startled.

"Miss, you're back!" A woman in her fifties, wearing a kimono, appeared before the girl with her head bowed.

"You startled me—" Arai Naomi pouted and said loudly, "Did you just wake up?"

"I'm old, so I can't sleep too early."

"If I hadn't woken you up, you probably wouldn't have known I was back!"

Naomi threw her schoolbag on the sofa.

"Miss, next time you come back, it's better to come through the front door!" Hasegawa said to the girl as she picked up Naomi's schoolbag from the sofa.

"Hmm—I think I've gained weight! I should lose some weight," Naomi said. "I'm so tired! I want to take a shower."

"Okay! I'll prepare it for you right away," Hasegawa nodded. "

I'd like to eat something before I shower."

"Miss, what would you like to eat? I'll get it right away."

"Can't you just say 'Sorry, we don't have what you wanted' once in a while?" Naomi complained, glaring at Hasegawa.

"How could I neglect Miss's needs? So—"

Actually, it's understandable. Hasegawa had been working as a maid in this house before Naomi was born.

"Alright! I'm going to take a shower first!" Naomi said as she walked out of the living room.

"I've prepared a change of clothes."

"Oh!"

"Is the underwear the one with the colorful pattern okay?"

"Whatever—" After saying that, whether out of anger or embarrassment, a blush spread across Naomi's cheeks—

Naomi looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a baby face. However, she was already a third-year student at a prestigious private university in Tokyo.

Soon, Naomi stripped naked, entered the marble-tiled bathroom, and slid headfirst into the large bathtub, almost splashing water everywhere.

"Ah—so comfortable!"

A breathtakingly beautiful, voluptuous, and alluring body, so sexy it took your breath away and made your blood rush, swam in the tub like a celestial being. Naomi lay gently in the tub, her eyes slightly closed, her left hand holding the showerhead and spraying water onto her fair skin. As the warm water flowed onto her pink vulva, Naomi felt a pleasure she had never experienced before. "Mmm, mmm—" she murmured involuntarily, accompanied by her pleasure, "Is this what that mysterious feeling is like? It feels so good!"

Naomi reached her other hand towards her dark pubic hair-covered area and began rubbing around her vulva. The pleasure intensified, and Naomi felt streams of fluid welling up inside her. Unable to resist any longer, she started fiddling with her fingers, and more vaginal fluid flowed. Naomi cried out, "Ah, ah!" Several fingers began moving up and down inside her pink vulva. "Mmm, ah—it feels so good—"

Hearing the cries, Hasegawa thought her mistress was injured and quickly ran to the bathroom. When she opened the door, she was stunned by what she saw, staring motionlessly at Naomi.

The bathtub was empty; Naomi lay there, her long, white legs stretched out. Her fleshy labia, swollen from Naomi's rubbing, were swollen. Naomi closed her eyes slightly, enjoying the pleasure of masturbation.

Although Hasegawa was past her prime, her libido remained strong. Looking at Naomi's wanton appearance, she felt her heart race and her panties become damp. Her hands involuntarily reached inside her clothes, pulling down her panties and vigorously fiddling with her large vulva.

Hasegawa's actions startled Naomi, but both were caught up in excitement and showed no shame. Naomi, feeling her fingers were too short and thin to satisfy her, saw Hasegawa as a savior.

"Hasegawa, come help me, I want to feel good—"

"Yes, miss, please wait a moment."

Hasegawa understood perfectly. Remembering the fresh cucumber in the kitchen, its thickness resembling a man's erect penis, with small thorns to enhance the pleasure,

Hasegawa took a cucumber and approached Naomi. She spread Naomi's legs, revealing her hairy vulva, placed her head in front of it, and began licking her clitoris.

"Oh—Hasegawa—you're licking so well—"

"Oh, Miss, wait a minute, wait for me to make you feel even better!"

"Hasegawa, hurry up, I'm about to cum."

Hasegawa quickly stopped and slowly inserted a small cucumber, moving it up and down and rotating it.

"Oh—I feel so good, you're making me feel so good—"

Hasegawa started to thrust the cucumber forcefully, and more vaginal fluid flowed out.

"Ah—Hasegawa, I feel so good—use a little more force, I can't take it anymore, hurry—, ah—, ah—I can't take it anymore."

As the cucumber was pulled out, a stream of vaginal fluid gushed out of Naomi's vagina like a fountain.

"Miss, please help me too, let me feel good too." Hasegawa said, while inserting the cucumber back into her vagina.

"Okay, Hasegawa, I'll make you feel good too."

Hasegawa then lay down on the carpet next to her, spreading her legs. Naomi took the cucumber and vigorously pounded it into Hasegawa's vagina, knowing that the harder she pounded, the more pleasure she would experience.

"Hasegawa, you're enjoying it, aren't you! Scream, I want to hear you scream, scream now!"

"Ah—Miss, you're doing it so well—I'm so happy—"

Naomi only stopped when Hasegawa collapsed onto the carpet.

After a while, they both got up, took showers, and Hasegawa dressed and went out first. Everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Naomi lazily spread her arms, rested her head on the cool marble pillow, and stared at the ceiling. Her gaze seemed to pierce through the ceiling and then pluck down the glittering stars outside.

"Would you like something to eat?" Hasegawa asked as Naomi, wrapped in a towel, entered the dining room.

"I came here because I wanted to eat! Just make me some fried rice!"

"Okay! I'll make it right away."

Naomi pulled out a chair and sat down, drying her wet hair with a towel. In front of her was a square dining table that could comfortably seat six people, but Naomi usually ate there alone.

"Hasegawa is really something; everything becomes perfectly manageable in her hands," Naomi thought to herself, unconsciously drying her hair as she turned her head.

In less than three minutes, the rice and soup were ready.

"Any news from Dad today?" Naomi asked between bites.

"Yes! In the evening, the master called. He was still worried about you, Miss."

"Worried about me? Then why doesn't he come back?"

"Miss—, the master can't come back because of work!"

"Work? He can commute from Japan to America every day!"

"Miss! Isn't this a bit too absurd?"

"Absurd? Then isn't it even more absurd that Dad wants me to move to America? —What are the benefits of going to America?"

"If you go to America, the family can be reunited."

"A family reunited?" Naomi's expression was a little strange.

"Yes."

"Alright, alright, stop talking. Give me some more soup."

"Yes."

Naomi watched Hasegawa pour the soup into her empty bowl with her not-so-rough but nimble hands, and then asked with feeling, "Hasegawa, aren't you at all surprised by 'her'?"

"Miss, are you talking about 'Madam'?"

"Madam?" Naomi first widened her eyes, looked at Hasegawa, and then rested her chin on the table.

"Although 'she' is Dad's wife, 'she' isn't my mom!"

"Miss, don't you think your thinking is a bit outdated?" Hasegawa smiled slightly.

"—I'm not saying Dad shouldn't remarry. But, a woman like her—a woman only ten years older than me—of course, it's fine for Dad to marry her; but, he can't force me to call her 'Mom'!" Naomi vented her frustrations all at once.

"Anyway! The master always wants his only daughter to stay by his side! -- Miss, are you done?"

"Yes! You can clean up! -- But, on another note, I'm already twenty! If I were still a three or five-year-old child, it wouldn't matter, but—"

"Miss! In parents' eyes, children never grow up!"

"I'm a legal adult now! I not only have the right to vote, but I can also drink and smoke!"

"Miss! Didn't you drink before you turned twenty?"

Hasegawa remembered everything about Naomi perfectly.

"Hmph, that's so unfair!" Naomi complained inwardly. "Not only that, but—and I can also get married in a notarized marriage! Even without my parents' consent."

"Yes! That's right." Hasegawa said with a smile.

"Oh, right—why didn't I think of that before?" Naomi looked like she had just realized something. "If I get married, I won't have to go to America, right?"

"But, miss, you have to go to America in five days!"

"Five days isn't a short time. With a fashionable partner, a day of 'romance,' and then a whirlwind marriage, isn't that wonderful?"

"Miss—" Hasegawa's expression suddenly turned serious.

Naomi glanced at Hasegawa, then said playfully, "I was just kidding! No matter how trendy I am, I wouldn't do something like that, don't worry."

"Oh—I want to sleep!" Naomi yawned, then stood up and stretched. "The leave of absence application has been sent to the school, so I don't have to go to school tomorrow. But—I have nowhere else to go—. If I'm not up by noon tomorrow, remember to wake me up!"

"Okay, I know."

Naomi walked out of the dining room, then playfully turned back to Hasegawa and said, "Wouldn't it be beautiful if I wore a white wedding dress?" Goodnight, I'm going to sleep! "

Goodnight, Miss!"

Hasegawa stood by the door, watching Naomi skip upstairs, then walked into the kitchen with a smile.

"That child is really something—" Hasegawa said with a laugh.

Suddenly, it sounded like Naomi jumping onto the bed, a "thump" came from the second floor. Hasegawa looked up at the ceiling, as if something was about to happen again.

2.

"It's been half a month! Why haven't we caught a single piece of evidence?" Typical hysteria.

"Madam, being a detective is a very delicate job." The company president, Hiramoto, put on a forced smile and said very smoothly, "If your husband finds out he's being followed or monitored, then it's all over—therefore, we must be careful."

"Are you being careful to take advantage of us?" The lady said incisively, "The longer it goes on, the more money you make."

Hysteria turned into cold sarcasm.

"Madam, we would never do such unethical business. It is true that there are such people in the industry. But we would never betray the trust of our clients."

"My father often said," the lady interrupted him, "that those who boast are not to be trusted."

Hiramoto was speechless for a moment.

"My husband is a smooth talker, I've been completely fooled by him, really."

The lady put down her legs, and the moment she did, her short skirt fluttered up.

Hiramoto's eyes widened instantly, unable to resist staring at the woman's thighs, while the scent of a mature woman filled his nostrils. Seeing Hiramoto's lecherous gaze, the woman couldn't help but feel excited. After all, her husband had been having an affair, and he was bound to be exhausted when he got home; she hadn't been satisfied in a long time. So she deliberately lifted her skirt slightly, revealing pink panties to Hiramoto. And that wasn't all; she gently kneaded her firm breasts with one hand, sucking on her index finger with the other, and grinning lewdly at the other woman.

This woman was truly a beauty; her long, slender legs were white and tender, her breasts were firm, and her lips were bright red and moist—she was simply breathtaking.

Hiramoto was mesmerized, unable to suppress his lust. The woman's alluring appearance had him completely captivated, leaving him distracted and disoriented. At that moment, only two people remained in the office, and Hiramoto sent the only female clerk, Sakashita Hiroko, to buy tea. He turned around and suddenly pounced on the woman opposite him, hugging her tightly and biting and nibbling at her. The woman lay quietly on the chair like a tamed lamb, enjoying the caresses.

Hiramoto knelt down, took off her skirt, and the abundant pubic hair of her triangle area was revealed through her pink panties; her vulva was already wet. He reached into her panties and pulled them down along her thighs, clearly revealing her dark pubic hair.

Hiramoto then placed the woman's legs on his shoulders, exposing her plump vulva. He put his mouth on it, greedily sucking the flowing lustful fluid. At the same time, his hands went up into her bra, pulled it open, and grabbed her breasts.

"Your breasts are so big! Your vulva is really plump," he said, and then Hiramoto even stuck his tongue inside, moving it in and out.

"Oh—ah—you really know how to please a woman—it feels so good, so good—"

Hiramoto stroked her labia with his tongue; they were red inside, covered with long, dark pubic hair, while her thighs and lower abdomen were as white as jade.

"Do me now, I'm so uncomfortable, I want—" the lady pleaded after being teased with his tongue.

"I was thinking the same thing, I really want to do you."

"Then hurry up, how should we do it?"

"I want to do it from behind!"

"What? Keep it simple."

"You stand next to the chair, hold onto the chair with both hands, and I'll insert it from behind, to make you feel good."

"Okay, okay, like that," she said, standing up from the chair, turning her back to Hiramoto, and sticking out her buttocks.

Hiramoto didn't take off his pants, just pulled out his penis from the front, already as hard as an iron rod. He spread her white buttocks, revealing a tender red vulva amidst the downy pubic hair. Before he could even get a good look, Hiramoto slightly pushed his hips, and a hot penis slid in smoothly.

Hiramoto felt as if a million insects were crawling all over the bald head of his penis, an unbearable itch. At the same time, his wife pushed her buttocks back to meet Hiramoto's penis; what seemed like an ordinary vulva was like a bottomless pit, swallowing the penis whole. Both of them brought each other warmth and pleasure.

Hiramoto closed his eyes, his hands supporting her waist muscles, and began to thrust deeply, in and out.

His wife swayed and shook as he penetrated her, her juices flowing freely.

"Oh—I haven't felt this way in so long, it feels so good."

"Okay, I'll make you feel even better." With that, Hiramoto thrust even harder, his entire penis, thick and red with blood, aimed at her vulva and pumped violently.

"Quick, I can't take it anymore, I'm coming."

"Ah, wait for me."

But the woman came first, her vulva trembling as it gripped his penis tightly.

Just then, the front door opened with a bang, followed by the sound of water being poured and tea being made.

The couple, still engaged in their lovemaking, knew it was the female clerk returning and quickly separated, straightening their clothes.

"Alright then, I'll trust you this once. But no matter what, you need to catch my husband cheating on me within three days," the wife said first. "My husband meets that woman every other day; three days should be enough, right?"

"But, Madam..."

"If you still can't find any evidence after three days, I'll announce that your detective agency is a waste of money. I know a lot of people, and it will have some impact on your work." She said firmly, a sneer playing on her lips. "I hope you're not just all talk." With that, she turned around, flung open the reception room door, and swaggered out.

At that moment, Hiroko Sakashita entered the room carrying a tea tray.

"What, you're leaving?"

"Yes. Give me both cups of tea." Hiramoto's ingratiating smile turned into a serious expression towards his subordinate.

"Yes."

Taking a sip of the tea that Hiroko Sakashita had brought him, Hiramoto said, "Hey, hasn't Koyama called yet?"

"He hasn't called since yesterday."

"What's he doing!" Hiramoto said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah."

Hiroko Sakashita had no idea. Hiramoto tilted his head back and finished his tea.

"Too weak, is this even tea?"

"You said you wanted to conserve tea leaves."

"Is that so..." Hiramoto coughed.

"Oh, it seems there's a customer."

The doorbell rang at the mailroom, and Hiroko Sakashita went to open it.

"Hey, Sakashita-kun!" Hiramoto called out to her, "Perfect timing, if it's a customer, take this cup of tea upstairs."

Hiroko Sakashita ran towards the mailroom, thinking to herself that she had to find another job as soon as possible.

"Come in!" He had his usual smile back.

"I'd like to ask you for a favor."

A woman dressed in an elegant kimono entered. Hiroko Sakashita wanted to get another cup of tea...

"...You'd like to ask you to be a bodyguard for a young lady?" Hiramoto said.

He thought to himself that he couldn't let this client go; she looked like a wealthy person.

"Not my daughter, but the young lady of the family I've served for nearly thirty years."

What? A maid? Hiramoto's heart sank.

"Miss is leaving for America in four days. Please protect her until she leaves."

"What... is there a reason for this?"

"No! Of course, I can't let you protect her if something happens to her. But, there's a high possibility she might cause some absurd trouble." "Oh."

"So, you mean surveillance and bodyguarding?"

"This kind of job isn't easy."

"I know, the fee doesn't matter."

Hiramoto sized her up again.

"So... you mean, you have to stay by that lady's side the whole time?"

"If possible, please try not to let her know," Hasegawa said. "Miss doesn't know I've come to ask you to do this." "

That... is too difficult." "

If she finds out, there's nothing I can do. Just try to be as discreet as possible."

"I understand what you mean."

Hiramoto agreed, but in his heart, he thought that perhaps refusing her was the right thing to do.

This detective agency had been doing poorly lately; all the best talent had been poached. In short, there wasn't a single decent one left.

He felt that no one could handle such a difficult task. Moreover, it's not uncommon to find stingy clients who claim "the price doesn't matter" but then refuse to pay even for a cup of coffee afterwards.

"Hmm, from what you're saying, it seems like a very special job."

"Of course, the fee must be unusual too."

"Yes, it's a bit more expensive." "

I brought 500,000 yen this time." Hasegawa took out an envelope and placed it on the table. "The rest will be settled later."

Hiramoto, afraid his trembling hands would be noticed, quickly picked up the thick envelope.

"Well... I'll give you a receipt, please wait a moment." He left the reception room and quickly returned to his seat.

"Has he left?" Hiroko Itagaki asked.

"No!"

Hiramoto took out a stack of new 10,000 yen bills from the envelope and quickly counted them.

"Oh, could it be counterfeit?"

"Don't be so pessimistic!... That's right! 500,000 yen!"

Hiramoto sighed. "Hey, Sakashita-kun, prepare coffee and snacks for the guests."

"Can I have one too?"

Hiramoto hesitated for a moment, then quickly put on a generous look and said, "Okay."

Hiramoto thought to himself, "First, I made love with a beautiful lady, and then I got such a profitable deal. It's like a double blessing! That lady's thighs felt so soft to the touch, and... it wasn't quite enough." The good

mood brought by the pleasure of sex made Hiramoto feel comfortable looking at everyone, including Hiroko Itagaki in front of him.

Although Itagaki wasn't exactly beautiful, she had a lot of personality. Her short, neat hair, cute face, and rosy, healthy skin gave off a youthful vibe.

"Itagaki, what are you busy with?"

"Oh, President, you called me." Itagaki put down her work and walked towards Hiramoto.

Hiramoto stared intently at her breasts.

"Isaka, I know you work very hard. I'll give you a raise when the time is right."

"Thank you, President. I'll definitely work even harder." But seeing Hiramoto's gaze, she involuntarily took a few steps back. Hiramoto

quickly picked up a document: "Isaka, here's something for you to look at."

Isaka had no choice but to walk towards Hiramoto again, and Hiramoto deliberately placed the document low, forcing Isaka to bend down to look. At that moment, her breasts were right in front of Hiramoto's eyes, her neckline slightly drooping, revealing a pair of full, white breasts.

Hiramoto really wanted to reach out and grab those lovely breasts, but he restrained himself.

"Isaka, I like you a lot, I've always thought about you." As he spoke, he grabbed Isaka's two small hands.

"President, you can't do this." Isaka tried to pull her hands away, but Hiramoto used even more force.

The more Isaka struggled, the harder Hiramoto pulled, and accidentally knocked over the coffee on the table. Coffee spilled all over the table and onto the front of Hiramoto's pants.

Hiramoto had no choice but to let go, as the freshly brewed hot coffee had seeped onto his already aroused penis.

"Oh, President, I'm so sorry, I'll wipe it clean for you right away."

No matter whose fault it was, a subordinate always has to apologize to their superior.

As the man took out a handkerchief to wipe it, he felt the hard thing, but to clean it, he had to unzip Hiramoto's pants.

"Man, please help me, please."

"President, I promise, but can I use my mouth? I promise I'll make you feel good."

"Okay, then hurry up, I really can't take it anymore."

The man turned Hiramoto's chair to his side and knelt in front of Hiramoto. With just a slight bend of his head, he could take the penis into his mouth. Pulling down Hiramoto's pants, the thing stood there straight up. First, he wiped the coffee stains off with a handkerchief, then he stroked around the base with one hand, while his other hand made a circle with his thumb and forefinger, which fit perfectly around the penis, moving up and down.

"Oh—"

With each stroke, Hiramoto would groan. After this, Hiramoto felt even more comfortable, and his penis became even harder and thicker.

Looking at the red penis, Hiramoto couldn't help but take it into her mouth and savor it carefully. While sucking, she looked up at Hiramoto.

"Ah—so good—Hiramoto, you're so good, I'll definitely thank you properly."

Just then, Hiramoto's penis suddenly felt hard, and he knew he was about to ejaculate.

"Ah—Hiramoto, hurry up, I'm coming."

Hiramoto quickly pulled his penis out of her mouth, gripped the penis tightly with her right hand, and vigorously stroked it.

A moment later, a stream of white liquid gushed out, like ten thousand plum blossoms sprinkling onto Itagaki's face.

"Itagaki, you did a great job. If this deal goes through, I'll give you a raise."

"Thank you very much, President. I'm happy to serve you."

"Ah! Is that so? Hahahaha—"

The

problem of sexual desire was solved, but who would complete this newly assigned task? Hiramoto recalled the faces of his employees one by one. —That guy, that kid, and… Hmm? There should be one more.

The phone rang. Itagaki Noriko picked up the receiver.

"Ah, is this Kozan? Wait a minute."

Right, there's Kozan.

"Kozan? Hello, what are you doing? Did you catch him in the act?"

"Um, last night, yes."

A listless voice came from the receiver.

"Really? That lady came by earlier, threw a tantrum, and left. Not bad."

"But, not so good..."

"What? Did you miss her?"

"No, I saw them both go into the restaurant together."

"So you forgot to load film into your camera again?!"

"No, I did."

"Then what happened?"

"When they went in, it was only their backs, I couldn't see their faces. I wanted to take a picture of them coming out, so I waited, but..."

"They noticed and slipped away?"

"No, I fell asleep. I just woke up..."

The other person stopped there, speechless. He had expected Hiramoto to be furious.

In fact, Hiramoto's face had turned a deep purplish-red, and he was about to explode with rage. However, after thinking for a while, Hiramoto nodded slightly, his anger turning into a smile, and said, "That guy must have had a tough time. Hmm, you must be exhausted."

"Oh?" Well, there's a job that's perfect for you, come to the office right away. "

Okay, okay."

"You're perfect for this job. It's simple: surveillance, bodyguarding, and babysitting. Perfect for you, right?"

"President, this..."

"And what's more, the conditions aren't bad either."

"What conditions?"

"If you mess things up, you're fired. How about that? Worth it, right? Come back soon if you understand!"

Hiramoto's anger escalated, and then he slammed the phone down.

"Hey, Sakashita-kun, is your coffee coming?"

"Yes, and I also ordered some snacks," Sakashita Hiroko said.

"Why are you so angry..." Jiang Shan muttered as he hung up. Hiramoto

's roar seemed to still echo in the small phone booth. Jiang Shan unintentionally reached for the coin return slot. He had only inserted one coin; it shouldn't have been returned.

"Hmm?"

His fingers touched something. A ten-yen coin. Perhaps the previous caller hadn't noticed the returned coin.

"It's mine."

Jiang Shan wanted to put the ten-yuan coin in his pocket, but hesitated for a moment. —What was there to hesitate about? It was just ten yuan.

But when he put his only ten yuan into his pocket, he felt a pang of pity. Jiang Shan put the ten-yuan coin back into the coin dispenser.

Stepping out of the phone booth, Jiang Shan yawned widely. He was exhausted and sleepy. If this continued, he would be helpless if President Hiramoto shouted at him.

Jiang Shan Shuichi was forty-three years old.

This age was delicate; some people thought he was in his prime, while others thought he was gradually declining.

It was obvious which type Jiang Shan belonged to. He stroked his bearded jaw.

It wasn't just him who was tired; even his suit, overcoat, and his old brown leather shoes were worn out.

However, Jiang Shan's strength was that even if he was severely reprimanded, he wouldn't complain to the president. In fact, he was in a state of helplessness, as if he could be fired at any time.

As Heimoto just mentioned, he finally managed to uncover the scene of the affair, only to forget to load film into his camera; he followed a housewife with a history of theft, but was mistaken for a thief and arrested; he rented a taxi to chase a car, resulting in an accident and having to pay for repairs…

Lately, he's been failing one after another, accomplishing nothing.

"What a useless piece of trash!" Jiang Shan sighed.

Just then, a small dog barked at his feet.

The dog was filthy, like a stray, its eyes fixed on Jiang Shan as if expectantly awaiting something.

"You're alone too? Hmm, we're the same kind," Jiang Shan said to the dog.

Jiang Shan lived a single life; he had a wife—once.

Jiang Shan walked towards the main street. The area around the love hotel district was bustling and vibrant at night; but during the day, under the sunlight, those colorful lights seemed monotonous and desolate, like the unadorned face of a heavily made-up woman just woken up.

Jiang Shan unconsciously quickened his pace. —He didn't want to linger in this place, not even for a moment.

He practically ran out of the love hotel district. Panting, he slowed his pace. Looking around, he saw the little dog from before had followed him.

The dog looked up at him, wagging its tail.

"Hey, forget it!" Jiang Shan said, and walked away.

For this kind of job, going to those kinds of hotels was commonplace. Whenever that happened, Jiang Shan felt a tightness

in his chest. It had been five years since then… His wife was sleeping in a love hotel bed with a strange man, and Jiang Shan rushed to the scene. The scene, like a scene from a movie, was still vividly etched in his mind. Therefore, he didn't want to linger in such places.

He felt it was a truly unlucky job. While investigating someone else's affair, he never imagined his own wife would be sleeping in another man's arms.

Xingzi was a natural beauty; marrying the shy Jiang Shan could be considered her misfortune. But she was restless, often taking advantage of her husband's absences to flirt with other men, eventually becoming acquainted with a yakuza boss. Jiang Shan had heard things about Xingzi from others, but lacking evidence, he couldn't say anything. One night, however, a friend told him about Xingzi's rendezvous with someone at a hotel. Jiang Shan said nothing, but inwardly he was furious. He went to the hotel and used high-powered binoculars to observe his wife's affair.

That day, Xingzi went to the hotel alone as instructed. She first showered, carefully washing her genitals, then sprayed on expensive perfume and applied rouge. At this point, Xingzi was only wearing a small pair of panties, a suspender top, and black stockings—all bought for her by the boss.

Next, she put on black patent leather high heels, put on a choker, and fastened it. Finally, she handcuffed one hand, then twisted it and handcuffed the other. Now, Xingzi had lost her freedom, and her urge to be abused intensified.

It turned out that this yakuza boss was getting old and was finding it increasingly difficult to perform such acts. However, he was a violent sadist, and it was rumored that he used to have a sex slave, with whom he hadn't broken up. Sachiko, wanting to live a luxurious lifestyle, knew that Jiang Shan's money alone wasn't enough, so she didn't care.

She knelt on the carpet in front of the door, her buttocks facing one side, deliberately leaving the door ajar.

"What if someone walks by and pushes the door open?"

Sachiko's mind conjured up images of this, a desire for masochism burning like a fire, her underwear already damp with arousal fluid.

"Ah! Come on, look how cute I am!"

Finally, at the end of the corridor, the elevator stopped, followed by a loud bang as it was pushed open. A gust of air from the corridor caressed Sachiko's fair, slightly trembling buttocks.

It was at this moment that Jiang Shan began observing Sachiko through binoculars. But when he saw Sachiko kneeling like that, he seemed to understand something. Then, seeing the leader enter, his mind went blank. His thoughts raced, filled with images of Sachiko and that man naked and making love in bed. He couldn't bear to watch any longer, and dragged his heavy steps slowly home.

The leader stood at the door, watching Sachiko, who had obeyed his orders, and nodded in satisfaction, closing the door. Admiring her large buttocks facing him, the leader's lust aroused. He found the leather whip on the hook by the door and brandished it.

"You're already this wet, you slutty bitch!"

The leader's lustful eyes were fixed on Sachiko's buttocks as he raised the whip.

Crack! Snap! Snap! Sachiko

's snow-white, full buttocks were cruelly whipped, and she let out a painful groan.

After lashing her more than a dozen times at the door, the leader led Sachiko, her buttocks covered in welts, to the center of the room.

The leader stripped himself naked, and without any hesitation, used his left hand to lift Sachiko's chin, and with his right hand, he pried open her mouth with his penis, shoving his thick, pungent-smelling rod into the beautiful woman's mouth.

"Ugh—Mmm! Mmm—"

In the years that followed, she had had sexual relations with several men, but she had never encountered someone like the leader before.

"Ugh—Mmm—" Sachiko felt a terrifying sense of suffocation. The leader's hard penis was fully inserted into her mouth, her face pressed against his lower abdomen, and she vigorously stirred it with her tongue, the perverse beauty of the sadomasochistic act gradually rising within her body.

"Excellent." The leader was very satisfied with the woman's ample oral service. He withdrew his penis from Sachiko's mouth, unlocked her handcuffs, and said excitedly: "Now go to the bed and wait for me to fuck you."

Sachiko obediently lay down on the bed, spreading her legs, positioning herself for the task. The leader caught her legs, using his slick, saliva-covered penis to pry open her labia and thrust deeply into her red, fleshy opening. "

Ah! Ah—" Sachiko finally received the long-awaited penis and cried out in pleasure.

The leader reached out, crumpled up the small panties he had tossed aside, and stuffed them into Sachiko's mouth, forbidding her to shout. Afterwards, during the piston-like thrusting that lasted for several tens of minutes, Sachiko's intense passion burned like fire, and her former self completely disappeared.

The next day, after returning home, Sachiko asked Jiangshan for a divorce, but didn't say why. Jiangshan had long been tired of living with this kind of woman and readily agreed to Sachiko's request. However, he didn't understand why Sachiko had bruises on her body, or what role she played. He

still had to go back to the detective agency. If he took a taxi back, that petty boss would be furious again.

Looking back, the dog had followed him again.

"Hey, you'd better stop now!" Jiang Shan said. "I have nothing, nothing to give you!"

Jiang Shan took out his pocket and patted it to show the dog. The dog shook its head and went back silently.

"Maybe it'll be my turn tomorrow," Jiang Shan muttered.

He started walking down the street to find the bus stop.

4

"I'm going to lunch," President Hiramoto said to Sakashita Hiroko and walked out of the detective agency.

"Go ahead," Sakashita Hiroko replied from her seat. "Take care." Then she added, "What a miser."

In the two years she had worked there, President Hiramoto had never treated her to lunch once. Isn't it only natural for a superior to pay for their subordinates? But Hiramoto was always so frugal.

The coffee and snacks just now were indeed a landmark event for this detective agency.

"You should quit now... If you wait until the agency goes bankrupt, you won't even get your severance pay." Hiroko opened the newspaper and started browsing the job postings.

Suddenly, with a snap, the door opened. Haozi jumped in fright. Two or three shady-looking men entered.

"Hey!"

a man with a scar on his cheek called out to Haozi.

"Uh... this... what's up..."

"Is there a guy named Jiang Shan here?"

"Jiang Shan... is he? Oh, yes.

"Tell him to come out!"

"He's not here right now."

"Where did he go?"

"I don't know. He went out with someone."

"Hmph!"

The man's sharp gaze swept across the room. "Hiding him won't help."

She wanted to ask why he was hiding, but she stopped herself.

The three men searched the detective agency and, seeing that no one was there, returned to Haozi's side. "He really went out? You... you're not lying to me?" The scarred man stared at her menacingly. Suddenly, he pulled out a knife and held it to the woman's neck, saying, "Who knows what you're thinking? Let's dig it out and see."

Haozi was terrified. There was no one in the agency right now. If these thugs really did cut open her stomach with a knife, wouldn't she be dead?

"I wouldn't dare lie to you even if I had a hundred lives, hmm." She said, giving the scarred man a wink.

"This little chick's really slutty!" The scarred man sheathed his knife, pulled Haozi into his arms, and placed one hand on her chest. "Let's talk in detail inside."

As soon as they entered the reception room, the scarred man started groping her.

"No, please, I'm wrinkling your uniform."

"Yeah, wearing so much is too much trouble."

"No, don't take it off—"

But he wouldn't listen to her. Half-heartedly, the female employee was stripped naked and laid out on the table.

The scarred man was like a greedy vampire, his large tongue sucking and licking Haozi's genitals, his hands climbing up to the woman's breasts, kneading them vigorously. Haozi had just served the president that morning and was already a little aroused. Now, with the man's caresses, she really couldn't hold back anymore.

"Come on, let me make you feel good."

Seeing the woman being so proactive, the guy was overjoyed and obediently sat on the sofa, taking out his penis and masturbating first.

Haozi, holding onto the back of the sofa, straddled the scarred man, sat on his penis, and then began to move it back and forth.

"Harder, little girl," the scarred man said restlessly, thrusting upwards.

"Oh—, be gentle," Haozi said, adjusting her angle by twisting her hips, and began to move up and down.

The scarred man saw Haozi's swaying breasts in front of him and immediately reached out to grab them, playing with them incessantly, his face buried in her cleavage like a pig.

Although the man could easily achieve pleasure, it was actually Haozi who felt the most comfortable. Because the penis inside her vagina was quite large, and her breasts were being played with, it was a comprehensive stimulation.

The two engaged in a passionate battle for a while, finally reaching the peak of excitement. The man ejaculated, and Haozi was even more thrilled, howling from the bottom of her heart.

"Ahhh—it feels so good—I feel so good!"

The scarred man said as he left, "I'll trust you this once, but we'll be back."

He urged the other two to leave.

Haozi quickly gathered her clothes, went naked to the bathroom to clean herself, and then came out dressed.

She breathed a sigh of relief: "What's Jiang Shan up to?"

Just then, Jiang Shan came in.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Jiang Shan asked, looking at the messy office.

"Jiang Shan! Did you see those people from earlier?"

"No, if they were clients, they wouldn't be good people."

"They came to see you."

"To see me?" Jiang Shan's eyes widened.

"What have you been up to? Seduced that thug's lover?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Jiang Shan said with a wry smile. "Do you think I have the energy for that?"

"I don't think so. But you should thank me this time!"

"Where did the president go?"

"He went to lunch."

"He went to eat barley noodles again, doesn't he get tired of it?" Jiang Shan said, sitting down at his desk. "I often dream that once I went out on an errand and when I came back, there was someone else sitting here."

"I often dream too."

"You dream too?"

"Sigh, when I came to the company, all the employees had been replaced by young, handsome men."

Jiang Shan smiled wryly.

"You're quite meticulous."

"Well, it's nothing serious. Jiang Shan, did you do something wrong again?"

"Cough, it's no use talking about it."

"Do your best this time."

"Oh, that's unusual, you're encouraging me now?"

"It would be terrible if we went bankrupt," said Sakashita Hiroko.

At this moment, the door opened, and a man who looked like Jiang Shan entered. If they were to say they looked alike, they would definitely get angry at each other.

The two men, both wearing wrinkled suits and ties, bore a striking resemblance in their attire. The newcomer was slightly heavier than Jiang Shan. He scrutinized Jiang Shan closely and asked, "Is this Jiang Shan?"

"Who are you?" Jiang Shan countered. "Ah, really... I didn't expect it, it's Gao Feng!"

"I didn't even recognize you, you've gotten old."

"Likewise," Jiang Shan said. "Sakashita-kun, make some tea, it's Detective Gao Feng."

"A policeman!"

"Oh, don't be so polite." Detective Gao Feng waved his hand. "Hey, Jiang Shan, I have something to tell you, let's go for a walk outside."

"What is it?" Jiang Shan stood up and asked.

"Jiang Shan, what have you done?" Haozi said. "Are you going to the detention center?"

"Don't talk nonsense, don't spout such discouraging things." Jiang Shan frowned.

Gao Feng was an old detective he had met during a past case. Perhaps because they got along well, Jiang Shan had sought Gao Feng's help on several occasions. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, so the two men kept scrutinizing each other.

"What's going on?"

Jiang Shan asked as they entered a nearby restaurant.

"You'll pay today; we can't use public funds," Gao Feng said, his tone serious.

"What happened? I don't understand at all,"

Jiang Shan asked, trying to keep a calm tone.

"Have you seen your wife recently?"

Jiang Shan was startled by Gao Feng's words.

"Sachiko? She's not my wife anymore."

"I know that." Gao Feng waved his hand anxiously. "Have you seen her? Tell me."

"I haven't seen her at all."

"When was the last time you saw her?"

"She stamped the divorce papers, almost five years ago."

"What about the phone?"

"Oh, she called once before, but that was two or three years ago."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Shan looked at Gao Feng's gloomy face and asked, "Um... Sachiko, is she dead?"

"How do you know?"

"No... I just heard what you said... What exactly happened?"

"It seems my wife killed someone."

Jiang Shan was stunned. "No way. You're joking, right?"

"You think I came here specifically to make this joke?"

"But... Sachiko was a very timid woman. She was good at flattery, shameless, but cowardly as a mouse. She would become anemic and collapse at the sight of blood. Sachiko wouldn't kill someone. Who was killed?"

"A man named Yashiro."

"Yashiro, I don't know him."

"This is complicated."

"Why?"

"Yashiro is Kunisaki's son."

"Kunisaki?"

"You don't know?"

"Kunisaki... could it be that Kunisaki?"

"That's Kunisaki."

Jiang Shan sat back down in his chair.

"Why? Why is Kunisaki's son..."

"His wife seems to be Kunisaki's woman."

"Sachiko!"

"Yes, something happened between the son and the father, it's all a mess, the son was killed, and the wife ran away. That's what happened."

Gao Feng's explanation wasn't complete, but the key points were clear. It turned out that Jiang Shan's ex-wife, Sachiko, had become the mistress of the big boss Kunisaki, and somehow, she killed Kunisaki's son.

The outcome wasn't hard to predict; no matter where Sachiko fled, she would ultimately die.

"So that's what happened!" Jiang Shan sighed.

"What happened?"

"When I went back to the detective agency just now, I ran into two or three people with unclear intentions, who seemed to be looking for me. It seems they were Kunisaki's men."

"Is that so? Hmm, your wife might not have come to your place yet. They might have set up an ambush around your apartment, be careful."

"Don't call me 'wife' anymore, we're divorced."

"But, you're worried, aren't you?"

Jiang Shan shrugged.

"Yeah, a little. But it's been five years, I'm no different from anyone else."

"Is that so?"

Gao Feng picked up his coffee and downed it in one gulp: "...You know what will happen to your wife, right?"

"More or less."

"Still standing by and doing nothing?"

Jiang Shan smiled bitterly: "I'm just an employee who might lose his job at any time, barely able to take care of myself, how can I worry about other people's business? Right?"

"In that case, I really shouldn't have come to tell you." Gao Feng suddenly stood up.

"No, what you said makes me realize I have to protect my own safety."

"You pay."

"Sure. Our detective agency doesn't have entertainment fees." With that, Jiang Shan took the summons and stood up.

Outside the shop, Gao Feng said, "If your wife contacts you, you must tell me."

"You're quite serious about her affairs."

"Even though she's your wife who ran off with someone else, it would be pitiful if she were assassinated and thrown into the sea."

"I think so too. But I don't think it's that bad. I'll call you if I get any news."

Gao Feng nodded silently, parted ways with Jiang Shan, and left. He returned a short while later.

"What?"

"There's something I need to tell you."

"Oh?"

"If your wife has an affair, the husband also bears half the responsibility. Remember that." With that, Gao Feng hurried away. Jiang Shan watched his retreating figure blankly, shaking his head and muttering, "Is Gao Feng being cuckolded too?"

Back at the detective agency, President Heimoto was already back.

"Hey, Jiangshan, what does the detective want with you?"

Jiangshan hesitated for a moment: "...Nothing much, just an old friend, running errands nearby and dropping by..."

"Hmph," Heimoto stared at Jiangshan, "If you cause trouble, even if you do a good job this time, you'll still be fired."

"What do they want me for? They said to look after the kids. Starting with looking after the kids!"

Jiangshan changed the subject. Although it wasn't a big deal, he didn't want to tell the president about Sachiko.

Jiangshan glanced at Itagaki Hiroko; it seemed she hadn't mentioned those guys coming to see him.

"Is this alright? This is the client. Follow this girl."

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