Japanese Romantic Encounters

In my opinion, all women, regardless of skin color (white or yellow), Eastern or Western, are essentially the same during sex. Any differences lie only in the physical differences, the woman's response to sex, her attitude towards sex, and the psychological feelings evoked by the location of the act. —Foreword

My upbringing and initial introductions from those around me instilled in me a dislike for the Japanese. Therefore, I opposed my father's investments and partnerships in Japan. However, my involvement with several Japanese companies, especially those connected to the Japanese financial sector, indeed brought tangible benefits to our competition in Southeast Asia. Coupled with established partnerships with Singapore and Hong Kong, the company experienced rapid growth. I then began engaging in business contacts with Japanese companies.
The Japanese are truly meticulous and dedicated in their work; I now have many Japanese friends, and their work ethic is admirable. Since I don't speak Japanese at all, I can only communicate with my partners in English. When I first arrived in Tokyo, the welcoming ceremony at the airport was incredibly lively; the welcoming team of beautiful and enthusiastic staff from the partner companies was stunning.
The company specifically hired a student who had studied in Beijing and was fluent in Chinese, English, and Japanese to act as a translator. At that time, I was merely a representative and had no say in major business matters, but that experience left a deep impression on me. So, a few years later, when I met with several shareholders from Australia and the United States in Hong Kong and they proposed a collaborative project with Japan, I did not object.
Fortunately, we had a senior consultant in our Hong Kong office, Mr. Yoshida, who was about my age and we were good friends. Therefore, we decided to have Mr. Yoshida return to Japan first to establish an office and conduct preliminary preparations and negotiations with the partners. Although I trusted Mr. Yoshida, for the sake of the company's interests, I still sent someone from the Australian company whom I absolutely trusted to accompany him.

The office was located in Kyoto, 500 kilometers southwest of Tokyo and 41 kilometers east of Osaka. This was mainly because the headquarters of the partner company was located in Kyoto, while the proposed investment location was in Nagoya, 366 kilometers from Tokyo.
I had visited Japan several times with Zhao Xue, including major port cities like Kobe and Yokohama, as well as Hiroshima, Kawasaki, Kinuura, Kushiro, and Mizushima. However, we mainly stayed in Tokyo, and even within Tokyo, we only visited the Kannon Temple in Asakusa. I missed accompanying Zhao Xue to places she frequented, such as Ginza, Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, and shopping districts, due to business commitments. Therefore, for me, Japan was mostly about hotels.

My official trip to Japan was three months later. Yoshida told me he had already selected several secretaries, which I would personally choose, and that they would handle my affairs during my time in Japan. The experience I'm about to share begins at this point. I think company matters are beyond the scope of this topic, and there are many things I can't discuss, so I'll just talk about my relationship with my secretary, Ms. Manase, and her classmates.

A few days later, Yoshida told me he had arranged interviews with several young women. In Hong Kong, Yoshida and I had dated several Japanese girls who were tourists visiting Hong Kong; they were the children and classmates of Yoshida's colleagues from his time in Tokyo. We took them sightseeing in Hong Kong, shopping, and to the Grand Hyatt and Chinatown at night. The result was predictable: all five girls ended up in bed with us. As a result, Yoshida became a close friend of mine, and he knew I had my own standards for choosing a secretary.
I immediately knew Manase was the one. Well, maybe it was because she looked a bit like one of my university classmates. Manase had just graduated from Kyoto University with a degree in languages and business economics. She was 21 years old, 164cm tall, with fair, delicate skin, and a mature, curvaceous figure beneath an innocent face. I hadn't thought any of the Japanese girls I'd met in the past were particularly beautiful, but Manase gave me a kind of sophisticated, metropolitan beauty.
Yoshida had been recommending Manase to me, and upon seeing her, she was indeed outstanding. Even better, she spoke a little Chinese. According to Yoshida, Manase's father had been a manager at a famous Japanese restaurant outside Jianguomen in Beijing, and young Manase had spent three years in Beijing with her father. Hearing this, I immediately decided to hire her. When Manase heard that I had decided to hire her on the spot, she bowed deeply and smiled happily.
She hadn't expected to be hired on her first job application, and with a salary far exceeding that of a typical senior secretary. Another girl named Sadako was also hired at the same time; Sadako was mainly responsible for internal affairs and business liaison in my office. Sadako was also very happy, but because she didn't understand Chinese, I could only communicate with her in English.

I praised Yoshida's eye for talent, and he took the opportunity to boast about how many rounds of screening he had gone through before selecting just a few girls. In his excitement, Yoshida insisted on introducing me to a friend, and that's how I met Furukura. Furukura owned his own club and mainly operated entertainment hotels. His most famous club was a country club in Osaka, which, according to Yoshida, many Japanese political figures frequented on weekends. Yoshida repeatedly told me mysteriously, "Furukura's club will definitely be an unforgettable place for you." Osaka is only 41 kilometers from Kyoto; I think I'll have a chance to visit someday.

Japanese girls' innate obedience and attentive service make them the most comfortable secretaries you could ask for. While American girls are also diligent and responsible, they lack the dexterity and gentleness of Japanese girls—but that's a story for another time; perhaps I'll tell you about the American girls I've met later. Japanese girls seem designed for men; their observation skills, thoughtfulness, intelligence, and gentleness are unforgettable. According to Japanese corporate practice, secretaries are simply responsible for all the boss's affairs in the office. I've never had a strong sense of hierarchy (for which Yoshida always told me to maintain the boss's authority), but I think it's unnecessary. No matter my work attitude, no one can change my investor status. Frankly, no one under me would risk their job.
The cooperation with the Japanese side went smoothly, and I believe this project, with a joint investment of $1 billion, will yield significant results in the coming years. Seeing the successful signing of the contract, the more than 20 people in the office saw a clear direction for development. I promptly had Yoshida increase bonuses for each employee, so everyone was very happy, and the entire office was filled with joy. I love seeing everyone working happily.

Yoshida suggested taking the office staff to Nagoya for a weekend getaway, and also to check out the company's location. I agreed. On Thursday afternoon, we arrived in Nagoya after a two-hour Shinkansen ride. A receptionist was already waiting. Since I don't speak Japanese, Manase became my indispensable tool. With the overall situation settled, I had the energy to focus on Manase. I observed her closely and realized she had also been secretly observing me, often staring at me. When I looked at her, she would blush shyly and lower her head. Her blushing face was so pure and lovely.
I don't particularly like Japanese food, so I asked Manase to have Western food with me. This was the first time I'd eaten alone with Manase. We talked about Japan, Australia, and then the common topic of Beijing. Manase gradually broke down her initial awkwardness and began telling me about her university, her father, and her family. I felt our hearts were drawing closer.
After our meal, we chatted idly. Yoshida came over; knowing I wouldn't enjoy karaoke, he quietly asked, "Would you like to find some ladies to dance?"
I shook my head. Yoshida glanced at Manase and said with a grin, "Ms. Manase, why don't you go back and rest with your husband?"
I said to Manase, "Won't it bother you if you don't join them?"
Manase had already stood up and bowed. "Sir, I'll go back to the hotel with you."

Manase led me into my room. She poured a glass of water and respectfully placed it on the table in front of me, then knelt before me and softly asked, "Is there anything else you need?"
Through the neckline of her clothes, I could vaguely see her deep cleavage and fair skin. My heart skipped a beat. I pointed to the person next to me: "Sit down next to me and talk to me."
Manase took small steps, moved to my side, and sat down. I reached out and put my arm around her waist. Manase blushed: "Sir, you—"
Before she could finish speaking, I pulled her into my arms and brought my lips to hers. She looked at me silently. When I slipped my tongue into her mouth, she resisted slightly, then opened her mouth a little to let my tongue in. Her breath had a faint, pleasant fragrance, and her hair exuded a pure, clean scent. I didn't want to rush to undress her; instead, I slipped my hand under her clothes and finally touched the breasts that had been tempting me for so long. Her body almost completely went limp against my lap, and her tongue began to carefully return my kisses. I gently licked the tip of her tongue with my mouth, and her hands slowly wrapped around my neck.
Her body was like a soft spring, smooth and delicate to the touch, and her breasts were soft and round like flowing water. I increased the pressure of my caresses, pressing her small nipples. She pressed her body against mine, her breathing quickening. I placed her on the ground and began to undress her. She gasped for breath, trying to suppress her increasingly heavy breathing. I slowly pulled down her flesh-colored panties, revealing neat, downy black pubic hair. I gently parted the pubic hair, revealing two pink labia. Before reaching her rounded anus, wet love fluid was already flowing out, dripping down the small groove beneath her labia. She silently looked at me. I spread her legs apart with both hands, the small slit between her labia parting to reveal tender flesh and a small opening. I gently touched it with my index finger, while my other hand began to knead her breasts. More and thicker love fluid flowed from the opening than before. Under the light, the liquid flowed down her buttocks to the ground. Her inner thighs and labia trembled and opened as my fingers pressed against them.

I took off my clothes and pants, then picked her up and went into the bathroom. I showered her with water, pressed her down, and she silently knelt down, sucking and licking my genitals. Soon, my penis filled her mouth. I pulled it out a little, but it quickly stretched her mouth open again. I pulled it out, and she licked my glans with her tongue. I sat on the edge of the tub, lifted her up by the waist, and made her sit facing me, her breasts pressing against my chest. I lifted her up, aimed at her opening, and lowered her body. She finally let out a soft moan, and I thrust into her core. Her body trembled, rising and falling with my guidance. I roared and ejaculated deep inside her. Then, my semen slowly flowed down her opening and my body. We didn't move until I was completely soft and slid out. She leaned softly against me. After I came completely, she got up and used the showerhead to wash me. After showering, I lay exhausted on the bed. A while later, she came out wrapped in a towel, knelt beside my bed, and I unwrapped the towel and pulled back the covers. She nestled against me like a docile kitten.

The next day, I woke up to find her already sitting beside me. Seeing me awake, she immediately knelt by the bed, prostrating herself, with breakfast beside her. I smiled and touched her breasts, saying, "From now on, when it's just the two of us, order
whatever you like." "Yes," she bowed again. Although I disliked this kind of formality, I knew it was useless to say anything, as they were used to it. I added, "Speak more in the future, don't be like a mute."
"Yes," she bowed again. I shook my head helplessly.
A soft knock came at the door. Manase went over, opened half the door, and saw Sadako. Manase blushed, and Sadako quickly bowed, "I'm sorry to bother you. Mr. Yoshida asked if you're awake yet."
Manase glanced at me, then bowed again, saying, "Mr. Yoshida just got up. " I couldn't hear what they were saying in Japanese, so I asked Manase, "What's up?"
Manase bowed and said, "Mr. Yoshida is asking if you're awake."
I chuckled and said, "If Yoshida needs anything, let him come."
Manase came over to help me get dressed, then put away my toiletries. I sat down in the outer room to eat and invited Manase to join me, but she shook her head, "Please eat first."

A little while later, Yoshida came in with a smile after greeting me. Manase poured him a cup of coffee, and Yoshida looked Manase up and down, then asked me with a smile, "Is Ms. Manase satisfied with my service?"
I smiled but didn't answer. Manase blushed and shyly lowered her head. Yoshida watched me eat and said mysteriously, "Do you like little girls?"
I glanced at Manase, shook my head, and said, "Why, are we talking about this this morning?"
"Of course not, of course not. I have an appointment with Mr. Yamada at the Yamada Club today; he's in charge of our company's planning. I wanted to confirm with you what time would be suitable."
I asked Manase, "What were your original plans for today?"
Manase said, "You have an appointment with Mr. Li Tao at 10:00, shopping at 11:00, lunch with Mr. Dazhi from the bank, and no plans for the afternoon."
I said, "How about this? Cancel the 11:00 shopping and arrange the meeting with Mr. Yamada. Could you please buy some things for me, Ms. Manase? I'll give you a list. In the afternoon, I'd like to ask you to accompany me to look around."
"Yes," Manase replied, hesitating for a moment.
I asked, "Is there a problem?"
Manase said, "Don't I need to attend the meeting with Mr. Yamada?"
"Go ahead," I said. "You finish talking with Li Tao at ten, and he can join the meeting with Yamada at eleven. Yoshida, you go too."
Li Tao is the older brother of my college classmate, Li Wan. He works in finance in Japan. Because of my special relationship with Li Wan, we often met when I visited Japan. I trust him completely, and I plan to have him work as the company's financial representative. Today, I mainly invited him to finalize the details of his joining the company

and his benefits. The day passed quickly. As one of the commercial centers, Nagoya, in my opinion, still lags behind Tokyo. In the afternoon, Manase and I went to several shopping malls. I bought her a lot of designer clothes, cosmetics, and jewelry. Manase was very happy. Japanese girls' love for designer brands borders on obsession. Pursuing fashion and trends is the dream of most girls. Later, I learned that many middle school students sleep with men just to buy the same clothes and items as their classmates. But I could see that Manase's joy was genuine. Indeed, her salary from three years of work wouldn't be enough to buy all that she bought this afternoon.
Manase and I entered into a new relationship. Almost every time I went to work, she would arrive early and prepare everything. I could only say that any man who married a wife like that was truly blessed. But I knew that Manase and I were impossible. At lunch, I asked Yoshida how his wife treated him. Yoshida asked what I meant, and after understanding, he said, "My wife treats me very well, and I'm quite satisfied. We Japanese women take pride in serving our husbands. Although things have changed somewhat in recent years, I still prefer Japanese women."
He continued, "Chinese women are also very good—beautiful and healthy—but I don't like them."
Seeing me frown, he quickly explained, "I meant work-related, nothing else. I hired a girl from mainland China as my secretary in Hong Kong; she's even more capable than me. I can't even tell who's the boss and who's the secretary." Then, Yoshida went on to tell me about many Japanese girls.

Since seeing Manase in my room last time, Sadako's attitude towards me has clearly changed. Especially seeing Manase becoming increasingly conspicuous in her expensive clothes at the company, and all the male employees crowding around her during lunch, it seems she's been sexually aroused by me, constantly excited and happy, truly a changed person, even more beautiful. Everyone knows she's mine, so no one dares to date her, but I can tell they all fantasize about sleeping with her. Although Manase is becoming increasingly casual with me in bed, she doesn't dare to be careless at work. Even when she's sick and I urge her to rest, she doesn't dare to easily take time off. After all, this is a highly competitive society; she doesn't want to lose her job, she doesn't want to lose me.
This kind of resilience in the Japanese is truly admirable.
One day, I asked Manase to pick up some materials from a company—materials from another project brought from the US. In these situations, I usually let Manase handle it herself, without letting anyone else in the company interfere. I adhere to my principles; I trust the woman who loves me.

Just as Manase left, Sadako walked in. Sadako was a girl about the same age as Manase, pure and beautiful—the kind of girl I liked. Because Manase and I were in a close relationship, I rarely paid attention to other girls in the company, especially since Manase was almost always with me, making it impossible for me to interact with other girls. Sadako was wearing a white suit, her fair skin radiating vitality. Sadako
stood there smiling and said, "Sir, Miss Manase went out on an errand. If you need anything, I can do it for her." As she spoke, a flirtatious look appeared in her eyes.
Of course, I understood what she meant, but I didn't seem to want to ruin my relationship with Manase. I nodded. Sadako poured me a glass of water and placed it on my desk. Then, she went behind me to pick up a document that had fallen to the floor. As she placed the document on my desk, her breasts brushed against me intentionally or unintentionally, her full breasts pressing against my shoulder. A jolt went through me, and I smiled, saying, "Sadako, sit down, let's talk."
Sadako happily sat down on the sofa opposite me. Looking up from under her skirt, I could see her long, slender legs covered by white panties—everything was clearly visible. When she noticed my gaze fixed on her lower body, she smiled shyly and said softly, "Sir, you're all alone in Kyoto. If you're lonely, you can ask me to accompany you for a walk." She didn't mention Manase at all. She knew that Manase spent almost every day with me, but Manase had to go home every day.
“My parents both work in Tokyo, and I get really bored by myself.”
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“Lots of people pursue me, but I don’t like any of them.”
I laughed: “Then what kind do you like?”
“A man like you, sir, would be best—young, handsome, and successful.”
I smiled and sat down on the sofa next to her. She continued, “I really like Beijing; I’ve been there twice for tourism. I hope to have the opportunity to go to China on a business trip with you, sir.”
I smiled: “Sure, we’ll see when the time comes.” I looked at her, patted the sofa next to me, and she stood up and sat down beside me. As soon as I reached behind her, she immediately snuggled into my arms. I pulled her close, and her lips met mine. Our tongues intertwined, and I pinched her nipples. Her body immediately reacted, and when I reached down to her genitals, they were already wet.
Her skin was slightly rougher than Manase’s, but more elastic. I slipped my hand inside her, and she moaned softly. Just then, there was a knock at the door. I quickly pulled my hand away and returned to my desk. Sadako also immediately straightened her clothes. I said, "Come in."
Manase walked in, and upon seeing Sadako, her face turned pale. I glanced at the sofa; there was still a wet patch on it. Sadako calmly said, "Sir, if you have nothing else, I'll leave now." She walked past Manase, sticking out her tongue and making a face when he wasn't looking.
I chuckled inwardly; this girl was truly a different personality from Manase. Manase remained silent. She walked to my desk, placed the file on it, and said, "There's a note in the file asking you to call back after you receive it."
I nodded, knowing that saying anything more would be pointless. Manase went to the sofa, took a tissue, and wiped away the fluid stains from Sadako's body. Her silence and lack of argument only made me feel guilty. She wiped herself several times, then stood up. "Sir, if you don't have anything else, I'll go out now."
I beckoned, and she came to my side. I put my arm around her waist and gently kissed her. Seeing tears welling up in her eyes, I quickly said, "Don't cry, don't cry." At the same time, I gently said to her, "I won't forget our happy times, I won't leave you."
She leaned on my shoulder, sobbing softly. I couldn't find any more suitable words than to stroke her trembling body. Seeing that she had gradually calmed down, I told her to go to work first, and we could talk about anything after work.

I walked out of the office. All the employees had left. Manase sat blankly at her desk, lost in thought. When she saw me come out, she immediately packed her things. Since the first time, she had followed me home every day after work, and she didn't object to going wherever I went. Although initially she would only leave after I left, we usually said goodbye at the building entrance.
Today, I asked her, "What do you want to eat?"
She shook her head and said, "Whatever you say, wherever you want to go, that's where we'll go."
I asked the driver to take us to our usual Chinese restaurant. After eating, we returned to my place. I tried to undress her, but she looked at me and said, "Not today."
I touched her crotch and, sure enough, there was something soft in her underwear. She was on her period. I had to give up. She looked at me cautiously: "Are you unhappy?"
As she spoke, she pulled me down to sit and unzipped her pants. I knew she wanted to give me oral sex. I didn't actually need it; I just wanted to break the awkwardness of the day with sex. So, I pushed her hand away and laughed, "Let's forget it, let's talk."
She stared at me, and only when she saw that I wasn't really angry did she breathe a sigh of relief and snuggle into my arms. Neither of us wanted to mention what had happened during the day. After chatting for a while, she finally cheered up. She snuggled into my arms, looked up at me, and said, "I want to ask you for a favor."
Looking at her beautiful face and rosy lips, I was especially pleased by her obedience. I said, "Go ahead.
" "I have a classmate, a female classmate, who works at a planning agency. She wants to contact our advertising business. She just joined the agency and wants to make some achievements."
"You should talk to Mr. Yamada about this. He's in charge of this aspect of the company's business."
"I consulted Mr. Yamada." She snuggled even closer to me, "He said that if you agree, he will consider making arrangements."
"How about this, you make separate appointments with Mr. Yamada and your classmate tomorrow morning, let them talk first, and then I'll hear Mr. Yamada's opinion."
"Thank you, I'll make the arrangements tomorrow."
I looked at my watch: "I should go home now, otherwise my parents will worry about our good daughter."
Manase reluctantly got up and said, "I really don't want to leave you." "

(Middle)

Just after Manase left, I heard the doorbell ring. Looking through the keyhole, I saw it was Sadako. I opened the door, and she slipped inside. "What a coincidence," Sadako smiled. "I was just passing by and wanted to see if you were resting." Actually, she had been sitting in the bushes outside the room the whole time, and only came over after Manase left. I didn't know why, and I really thought she was just passing by. I was lonely at night, and of course I was happy to have such a beautiful woman suddenly walk in. Without saying much, the two of us embraced passionately.

Manase's classmate, Sachiko, was a tall and strong girl who looked full of wild charm. After she finished talking with Yamada, Manase asked her to stay and talk. Manase nervously watched Yamada come to my office, afraid that something might have changed. I asked Yamada how it went, and Yamada smiled and said, "I was originally planning to cooperate with their agency, but I was contacting someone else. Since Ms. Manase came forward, I have no objection. You can decide." "
Yamada's English sounded strained, but I figured it wasn't a big deal, so I said to him, 'Then you can handle the arrangements, please.'
I called in Sachiko and Manase. Sachiko stared at me: 'Sir, I'm capable of handling this case, please don't worry.'
Manase translated her words to me, pleading, 'Thank you, I'm begging you.'
I smiled and asked her, 'Is it that important to you?'
Manase blushed and glanced at Sachiko. Since we were both speaking in Chinese, Sachiko didn't understand what we were saying. Manase said, 'She's a good friend of mine. I told her you're my—my boyfriend—that's why she asked me to help her with this. I'm sorry to trouble you. Please help her.'
Seeing her anxious look, I couldn't bear to press her any further and smiled, 'Mr. Yamada has asked Ms. Sachiko to contact him directly; we can work together.'"
Manase was genuinely happy; she couldn't help but lean in and kiss me. Sachiko, seeing Manase's expression, knew things had worked out and happily ran over, hugging and kissing me as well. I gave an awkward laugh.
Manase glanced at Sachiko, who immediately realized her lapse and chattered away to Manase for a while. Manase then smiled shyly, looking at me with a happy gleam in her eyes. But Sachiko's kiss had left me feeling hot and bothered for a long time. In my excitement, I told them, "I'll treat you to lunch." Manase told Sachiko, who jumped up with joy.

Looking at Sachiko's alluring body, I felt a surge of excitement. Her lithe, snake-like form flashed through my mind, but because we couldn't communicate, I found it difficult to talk to her. During lunch, my hand accidentally brushed against her body. She looked at me, I looked at her, and Manase continued talking to her happily.
Suddenly, I felt a hand brush against my knee, seemingly unintentionally. I glanced at Manase sitting beside me; she was still talking, and Sachiko was talking to her. I wondered if she had done it intentionally or unintentionally. I moved my leg closer to hers, touching her leg, and she took the opportunity to rest her knee on mine. That's when I realized it. I touched her thigh, and she put her hand under the table, gently covering and stroking mine. This stimulation really excited me. At that moment, Manase said to me, "Sachiko said she'd like to treat you to dinner sometime to thank you."
I smiled and expressed my gratitude. At the same time, when Manase wasn't looking, I picked up a napkin and wrote my address and phone number in English, then wrote: 3 PM. I handed it to Sachiko under the table, and she quickly put it in her purse.

I made an excuse that I was going out to discuss business in the afternoon and left the office to go home. Just after 3 PM, Sachiko arrived. We exchanged a few words in English, and then went to bed. Sachiko wasn't as tall as Manase, probably only around 1.62 meters, but her wildness in bed was unmatched by many girls her age. She seemed born for sex. Sachiko was perhaps the most physically attractive girl I met in Japan.
I maintained contact with Sachiko afterward, and sometimes I would go out to eat and play with Manase and Sachiko. However, Manase never knew about my relationship with Sachiko. More than two years later, Sachiko got married, and we lost contact. That's another story, but during those two years, whenever I was in Japan and wanted to spice things up without having sex with Manase or Sadako, Sachiko was always by my side. Gradually, Manase sensed a
change in me. I seemed less infatuated with her body than before, and sometimes I was just going through the motions during sex. She became more gentle and considerate, thinking it might be something she wasn't doing well. Actually, Sadako stayed with me almost every night, and it was impossible for me to always be at my best. During this time, many other things entered my life, which deepened my understanding of Japan, allowed me to make more friends, and brought about significant changes in my life. However, I never left Manase. She was someone I could absolutely consider my wife in Japan, a Japanese wife in essence, though without formal status. We were still very happy together; she was still beautiful and innocent, and many boys still asked her out. But I knew that her heart could no longer hold anyone else, because her life, soul, and existence revolved solely around me.

My girlfriend, Zhao Xue, knew about Manase and me. Since I spent several months in Japan almost every year, while she never stayed for more than half a month, she knew I must be lonely. She felt it was better for me to have a stable relationship than to have me dating random girls. She visited Manase in Japan and admired her purity, beauty, and cuteness. She thought Manase was worthy of me, especially admiring Manase's thoughtfulness and gentleness, which she found inferior. Every time Zhao Xue came to Japan, Masase would consciously go back to the separate room I bought for her to stay in. She accompanied Zhao Xue shopping and strolling around. I once asked Masase in bed, "Aren't you jealous of Zhao Xue at all?" Masase looked at me sincerely and said, "Sister Xue is really good to me. I am grateful to her. I am already content that she allowed me to accompany you. I am very happy to be with the person I love every day." I was so moved that I hugged her tightly and wanted to cry.

Years later, Masase gave birth to a son. She said that the child looked like Zhao Xue. I laughed and scolded her for talking nonsense. But if you look closely, he really does look a bit like Zhao Xue. It's a pity that he is a son. If he were a daughter, he would definitely be very beautiful when he grows up. I thought to myself: I have never really liked Japan. Damn it, I didn't expect to create a little Japanese devil. But I do like him and his mother.

(2) Xiao Jixiang

Staying in Japan for a long time will add many things to your body and will unconsciously add many animalistic things to your mind or your moral concepts will change. So every time Zhao Xue sees me, she is always worried. They advised me to travel more to the US, China, and Australia, since those are also important regions for our business, and to "rethink" my thinking. I know myself; my views on many things have changed, but I consider myself still rational. However, doing business in Japan requires learning, understanding them, and integrating with them, sometimes even having to compromise my principles.

I stayed for about a year, leaving Japan for about forty days, but overall, I spent more time there. I rented an apartment for Manase, so she said goodbye to her parents and moved out. Since we weren't officially married, I didn't bother to have any contact with her family. Manase wanted to live with me, but she didn't say so, and I wanted more freedom, so I used Zhao Xue's frequent visits as a cover.
Manase lived not far from me, about a ten-minute walk, and she would never come by herself unless I called her. Occasionally, when she really misses me at night, she'll call me, and I'll decide whether to let her come over depending on the situation. Fortunately, Sachiko often visits her and keeps her company. Many times, Sachiko goes straight to Sachiko's place after leaving my place to chat and sleep. Sachiko and I are, in a sense, sexual partners. Most of the time, I call her over when I need her, and we get straight to the point when we meet. Sometimes she'll undress as soon as she walks in, and after we're done, she'll put her clothes back on and leave.
Manase doesn't have any financial pressure. The allowance I give her each month is enough for her to spend as she pleases, so she can invite her friends and classmates to her place to eat, go shopping, and keep her company. She's not completely lonely, but I believe no man has ever entered her apartment, including her classmates. She doesn't dare to take the risk. With a woman's intuition, she knows I genuinely like her. What she needs is patience, time, how to maintain her youth, and how to make me happier when we're together. Her mother occasionally visits her. She knows about us but always hopes we'll get married soon, which Manase and I both understand is impossible.
Sadako came to my place less often; she no longer held any attraction for me. Occasionally, I would call her over, and she would come at a moment's notice. Even after she got a boyfriend, she would immediately find an excuse to come when I called her. She always hoped that one day I would truly love her, even marry her. I, on the other hand, spent more time with Yoshida and his group of Japanese friends. They took me to various entertainment venues, and I met many new girls every day. I felt myself becoming more and more like a Japanese man, which was the last thing I wanted. Fortunately, it was all just playing around, because the pure and innocent Manase held a more important place in my heart. Telling you about Norika is something I find very difficult to talk about; she seems to have shown me my darker side as well.

One weekend, Yoshida and I went to a party in Tokyo. During introductions, I suddenly saw a familiar figure—Keiko, the actress who was my idol when I was young (please apologize for using this name; I don't want to affect her life). I remember watching her movies when I was very young and dreaming of making love with her over and over again. Keiko was still the center of attention at the party, and she seemed to know almost everyone.
Yoshida, seeing my expression, immediately asked, "Do you want to get to know Keiko?"
I subconsciously nodded. Yoshida was a natural diplomat; it seemed there was nothing he couldn't do.
A moment later, he brought Keiko over, pointed at me, and introduced me. Keiko smiled charmingly and said to me in English, "Ah, I've known your name for a long time. I live in Kyoto now and read about your company in the newspapers every day."
I can't describe the excitement I felt at that moment; a strong desire arose within me to win her over and fulfill my childhood dream. Suppressing my excitement, I calmly said, "Oh, you live in Kyoto too?"
“Yes, we’re neighbors.”
“Really?” I was overjoyed. “I watched your movies when I was very young, back in China. You were my idol when I was a teenager.”
“Oh?” She smiled charmingly. “When I was a teenager?”
I immediately understood what she meant and said with a smile, “You look exactly like I did on screen back then.” For someone of my status, this compliment was quite generous. Sure enough, she was very happy to hear that. She had been standing, but sat down on the sofa. Seeing her sit down, I quickly sat down as well. Yoshida quickly said, “I have to go see a friend. You two chat first.”
Keiko’s house was indeed not far from mine. I invited her to have dinner with me when I returned to Kyoto, and she happily agreed.

Two days later, I invited Keiko to dinner. When my car arrived at her house, she was dressed elegantly and simply. Through her clothes, I recalled her nude scenes in movies, and my body felt hot. I had already asked Yoshida about her. She's currently single with a daughter, and both of her marriages ended because her husbands couldn't stand her reputation. Rumor has it she had an affair with a tycoon, nominally a goddaughter, but actually a mistress. After the tycoon passed away, she received a considerable fortune, so now she lives a leisurely life with her daughter, occasionally investing in entertainment and making public appearances.
During dinner, I used all my charm, employing the skills I'd honed since university to please girls, making her happy and comfortable. I was full of confidence: status, youth, image, strength—there was nothing I couldn't conquer. After dinner, as we approached her residence, I had the driver stop the car. We got out and walked towards her house. I naturally took her hand, and she happily leaned closer. I remembered another youth film of hers, which had a similar scene, and I felt a pang of emotion. I had given her plenty of face, considering my current rising popularity, while she was just a past star. She seemed to realize this too, walking very slowly, as if it would take her a whole day to reach her destination.

I hadn't contacted her for two days. Although I longed for her phone number, I didn't want to initiate contact. I believed she was more eager and needed me more than I was. So every night I called Manase over to vent my frustration. It was during this time that I slapped Manase for the first time—the first time I could remember hitting someone.
After we made love, Manase noticed I was sullen and had the maid make me a tonic. She had lost her temper because she saw I was in a bad mood; she usually tested the temperature of everything she gave me before giving it to me, but she forgot that time. Because the water she always gave me was just the right amount, I always drank it without thinking much, so I drank it without a second thought. But one sip scalded me so much I gasped, and the cup crashed to the ground, spilling water right onto my leg. It burned me so much I jumped. In a fit of anger, I slapped the startled Manase across the face. Manase, without thinking, screamed and climbed onto my leg to check, then ran to the door calling for the maid. The maid was terrified and quickly applied a wet towel to my leg. Actually, I was mostly just startled. After slapping Manase
, I immediately felt guilty. Manase then calmed down and called the doctor. After nearly an hour of this, I was completely calm, amused by my foolish act for a childhood dream. Manase watched my every move with trepidation and anxiety. Seeing her terrified expression, I felt a surge of emotion and deep remorse. I pulled her into my arms, apologetically stroking her still slightly flushed face, and asked with heartache, "Does it still hurt? It's my fault, I shouldn't have hit you."
She finally caught her breath and sobbed, "It's all my fault. I saw you were upset and my mind went blank, so I forgot to test the water temperature." Her words made me even more distressed. I kissed her and said, "Okay, let's forget about what happened earlier. Don't cry, smile at me." Manase smiled shyly, tears still glistening in her eyes.
The next morning, just as Manase and I entered the office, the phone rang. Manase told me that a Ms. Keiko had called to ask if I would answer. To be honest, after what happened last night, Keiko didn't seem to hold the same allure I had for her as she had the previous two days. But since she called, I decided to continue.

I invited Keiko to dinner that evening, and she agreed without hesitation.
After dinner, the car drove towards the house. Using the flickering lights outside the window, I took her hand. She glanced at me, then let me take it and caress it. I moved slightly closer to her, my hand touching her thigh. She turned her head to the window, as if looking at something. With her consent, I lifted her skirt, my hand gently touching the base of her thigh. My fingers slipped inside her panties; the hairy inside was already burning hot. My hand reached her lips, which were already wet.
She pursed her lips, trying hard not to lose control. But I felt her legs trembling slightly. My fingers finally slipped inside her wet opening. She didn't look at me, her shoulders trembling. Just as she reached her peak of pleasure, I withdrew my hand. She turned to look at me. I wiped my hand with a tissue as if nothing had happened and casually dropped the tissue into the cardboard box. I remembered what Yoshida had once told me: the more famous a woman is, the less you should treat her like a human being; she'll obediently comply. He said, "At least that's how famous Japanese women are." What about other countries? I ignored Keiko, thinking about Yoshida's words, and told the driver to take me straight home. Keiko kept her head down and didn't say a word. I was really happy; the big star I'd admired since childhood had actually become so obedient?!
Keiko followed me into my house without a word. Looking at this woman who was over 30 and still so radiant, I was filled with desire for her body. She sat down, clearly still not recovered from the excitement and disappointment she had just experienced. The maid finished serving the groceries and left. I smiled and said to Keiko, "I remember the first time I saw you naked on screen, I was so excited I almost ejaculated. Plus, there were so many scenes of prostitutes in the movies, it really kept me up all night."
Keiko regained her composure and smiled slightly, "Now it's your turn to keep many people up all night." I looked at her mature body and found it hard to believe Yoshida's words—did he not treat her like a human being? How could that be? She was a living, breathing beauty. Seeing me staring at her body without speaking, Keiko said somewhat embarrassedly, "I think it's too late, I should go back."
I couldn't quite understand Yoshida's words, and at that moment I really wished he were here to give me some guidance. With a reckless attitude, I smiled at her, "Want to try what we didn't finish on the bus?"
She smiled coquettishly, captivating me to the core, "What did you bring me here for?"

I laughed, grabbed her, and her 1.66-meter frame felt light as a feather in my arms. I threw her onto the bed, and she giggled excitedly. I quickly undressed her; her body was already deeply etched in my mind, unchanged. I looked at her slightly parted legs, seeing her wet entrance, and inserted my hand directly. She twisted her body, then clamped my hand between her legs. I was aroused, my whole body burning, and I thrust in and out hard. She moaned in pleasure. Suddenly, I reached out and pried her legs apart. She looked at me pleadingly, "Come in, I want you, I want you."
I took off my clothes and looked at this woman who had already become aroused. Without any hesitation, I thrust in directly. I thrust wildly, ignoring her cries and excited moans. All I could think about was her on the screen, recalling the pleasure and pain of masturbation in my youth. It was as if all my deep hatred was contained in my thrusting. The more she cried out, the more excited I became, which in turn stimulated her even more. We seemed to be shouting at each other and infecting each other. I don't know how long I thrust. Afterwards, I thought this was probably the longest and most sturdy I'd ever been. I didn't feel like I was going to ejaculate at all; I was just blindly thrusting. Even the next day, my genitals were still burning hot.
She fainted again and again, orgasmed again and again. In the end, I still didn't ejaculate until she used her mouth and hands many times before I finally gushed out like a torrent, spraying all over her body. Much later, she still talked about that night: "You were like a madman, you almost killed me. You were the first man to make me feel that way, it was truly heavenly." She still savored the memory as she said it. I know that was the only time I did it, and I never had that passion when we made love again, but it still gives me a great thrill every time.

Since that night, Keiko frequently found various excuses to come to my house. I knew she still didn't want to let go of her celebrity status. Although she would forget everything during sex, acting like an obedient dog, she would revert to her old self once things calmed down. I knew she was actually in pain, unwilling to lose her status, yet knowing that I wouldn't make her happy if she didn't humble herself and obey me.
Until one day, I unconsciously squeezed her breasts hard, even worrying I would tear them off, and then I pulled her genitals hard. She screamed in pain, and she finally reached the point where she was both afraid of me and unable to live without me, finally completely abandoning her celebrity status. I truly understood Yoshida's words. Indeed, sometimes you can't treat her like a human being, because she had been molded into a tool by society. From then on, whatever Keiko was asked to do, she would obediently do it like a dog.

After Huizi and I got together, I rarely went into her house. One weekend, after attending a party at noon, she wanted to go to her room to make love again. I really wasn't interested, so I suggested we go to her house. She hesitated for a moment, but then agreed, afraid I'd be upset. The room was decorated in a unique style, quite fitting for her status. We were chatting and laughing in the living room when suddenly we heard someone call "Mommy." A girl ran over, jumped into her arms, and affectionately cuddled with her.
Huizi gently kissed her, helped her up, and pointed at me, saying in English, "This is Mr. XX."
The girl turned around, smiling brightly, and said in English, "Hello, Mr. XX."
I was stunned. I had never seen such a charming girl. The girl was about twelve years old, with skin as white as lamb's skin, large, watery eyes, a delicate, rounded neck, shoulder-length black hair, wearing a white school uniform and a black skirt. Her thin lips were rosy and fresh, and two small dimples appeared on her cheeks, revealing two rows of neat, white teeth. In that instant, I smiled and said, "I forgot to bring a gift today, I'll definitely make it up next time." Keiko smiled and said, "Kika, go back to your room, Mr. XX and I still have to talk." Kika, oh, what a beautiful name, what a beautiful little Kika.

Frankly, if any man saw little Kika and didn't have any impure thoughts, he wouldn't be a man. At that moment, I did feel like I'd discovered a treasure, but it was just admiration, a feeling of pure beauty. Although there might have been a possessive desire in my subconscious, my upbringing and values prevented me from having any further, deeper thoughts.
Perhaps it was my subconscious acting up, but after seeing little Kika, I often asked to make love at Keiko's place. Keiko was clearly afraid Kika would feel awkward, or perhaps it was her maternal instinct that made her unwilling for me to go. But at that point, she had no choice; she couldn't refuse me. Besides Kika, she also had me in her mind. Gradually, I went more often, and Keiko got used to me going directly to her place after work. She would often cook some Chinese dishes she had learned from books. I always brought Norika a small gift. There was no distance between us. Keiko, immersed in love and sex, became a true wife and mother. Perhaps the thought of us being a family flashed through her mind, but at least her attachment to me and her demeanor seemed to carry more of a wifely air. I wouldn't let her have such thoughts.

Norika was a simple girl, and Keiko went to great lengths for her. But perhaps it was precisely because of this pampering that Norika knew nothing of the world except her studies. Several times, she walked naked out of the bathroom, oblivious to the difference between men and women, startling Keiko who quickly pulled her back into the bathroom, unable to explain why. Another time, Keiko's excited screams during sex woke Norika. She came to our room in her pajamas, saw the two naked people, and asked who was hurt. At that time, I truly felt more love than anything else. But fate decreed that Norika and I would drift apart.

One night, after making love with Keiko and lying down, Keiko suddenly felt a headache and discomfort. I touched her head and it was indeed burning hot. I quickly called a doctor. After examination, the doctor diagnosed it as a migraine caused by long-term stimulation of the cranial nerves and recommended that she go to the hospital for observation and treatment. Keiko was admitted to the hospital. When I brought Kika to see her, Kika was terrified and cried, asking if her mother was going to die. Keiko comforted her, saying it was okay and they would go home after the visit. Kika wanted to stay with her, and Keiko finally managed to get Kika to agree to go home. Kika asked her to stay with her, and Keiko agreed.
Because Keiko's illness was difficult to diagnose immediately, the hospital recommended observing her for a few more days. I went to Keiko's house every day. When Kika asked me to bring her pajamas into the bathroom, I saw her petite and well-proportioned body for the first time. She wasn't shy at all, facing me naked, which made me feel hot all night. That night, Kika nestled in my arms as we watched TV together. Through her thin nightgown, I could clearly see her slightly protruding breasts and pink nipples. Her two delicate, fair thighs were exposed outside her nightgown. She chatted with me, her small body rubbing against me. I couldn't control my erection.
She felt the impact and touched me through my pants. "What's that? It's making me uncomfortable." Her touch made my penis even harder. Curious, Kika sat on one of my legs and touched it again, then sat on the floor and reached into my pants. When her hand touched it, her face flushed red; after all, she knew what it was. She glanced at me shyly, but couldn't help asking curiously, "Why is it suddenly like this?"
I tried not to complicate things and thought for a moment, "Men sometimes do this when they need it."
"What kind of need?" she pressed.
I smiled casually, "Watch TV, you'll understand when you grow up."
She pouted unhappily, "I'm already grown up."
After watching TV for a few minutes, she looked down at my pants, "Where did it go?"
I was both amused and exasperated. I could only explain, "It goes up when needed and goes down when not."
Kika clapped her hands happily, "Wow, that's fun." Then, she looked at me pleadingly, "Let me see it."
I shook my head, desperately trying to control my emotions.
"Let me see it!" she pleaded, throwing herself at my legs.
I said, "You can see it, but we have to make a promise, you can't tell anyone about today."
She looked at me, "Not even Mom?"
"Especially Mom."
Seeing my serious expression, she hesitated for a long time, "Okay, I agree."
"This is our secret." Hearing that it was a secret between the two of us, Kika nodded solemnly.

I pulled out my soft penis, and she touched it. "I've seen this before. It's a different organ for men and women. How do I make it like this again?"
I said, "You can make it like this again with your mouth or your hands."
Hearing this, she quickly started rubbing it with her hands. I took her hand and showed her how. As she did it, she put it in her mouth, and when she felt it was too big, she licked it with her tongue. This special stimulation made me instantly erect. She clapped her hands happily, but was also stunned: "My God, it's gotten so big!"
I was really uncomfortable, so I said to her, "Keep doing it like before, make it go back to being small."
Seeing my pained expression, she nodded and started sucking. Suddenly, I felt a swelling. I tried to get away from her mouth, but she held on tightly with her small hands. Before she understood what was happening, I ejaculated. Luckily, it didn't get into her mouth, but her face and the area around her mouth were covered in my semen. She was terrified and didn't know what to do. I quickly picked her up and ran to the bathroom, stripped her naked, and rinsed her with water. She finally calmed down and asked, "What was that? It was so scary."
I said, "I felt better once it came out. See, it's back to normal now."
She looked at my crotch, still wondering what was going on. I picked her up and put her on the dressing table, spreading her legs apart: "Come on, let me show you what comfort feels like."
I parted her smooth lips and slowly licked them with my tongue. She started giggling and saying it tickled, then hugged my head, exclaiming how pleasurable it felt. Looking at her pink lips, I couldn't help but get excited again. She squinted and cried out, "You're up again!"
I couldn't resist the stimulation. I stood up, trembling, and finally steeled myself, finding the small opening hidden between her thin membranes and pushing inside. She screamed and twisted in pain, but her petite body couldn't move. I didn't dare use too much force. After a long pause, waiting for her to recover slightly, I slowly pushed in again, but I only went in halfway before hitting the wall. I moved carefully, and without even needing to thrust, her tight body squeezed me until I ejaculated inside. Semen mixed with red blood flowed out. I quickly shielded her with my body, afraid she would see and scream again.
Although there was intense pain at first, because I hardly moved afterward, she didn't feel any new pain. She only felt a warm flow entering her body, and her body twitched slightly. I slowly pulled out, and she stared at me blankly, not understanding what had happened. She just felt wronged that I had hurt her. In the middle of the night, I wanted to check on her lower body, so I pushed open her door. She was already fast asleep. I spread her legs, and apart from a little redness and swelling, there wasn't anything seriously wrong.

The next evening, we were sitting watching TV again, and I said, "Nika, do you want to try it like last night?"
She looked at me, shook her head in horror, and I smiled and said, "Slowly, it won't hurt anymore, and it will feel very comfortable." She still shook her head. "Otherwise, you'll be in pain every day." I threatened her, and she asked hesitantly, "Really?" I nodded firmly.
"Okay then." I took her to wash up and went back to my bedroom. I slowly sucked on her, gently licking her small slit with my tongue, while one hand lightly caressed her small, hill-like breasts. Soon she hummed contentedly, grinning, "It feels so good."
But when I prepared to insert my large penis, she was terrified. I teased her, controlling myself, and slowly pushed in. Before I knew it, her lower body stretched, her slit opened, and a thin stream of vaginal fluid flowed from her opening. I was almost as deep as yesterday. I stopped, caressing her as I slowly thrust in and out. Her body instinctively writhed, but she clearly didn't feel much pain. She gradually adapted, her body felt comfortable, and she instinctively swayed in rhythm with my thrusts. Finally, she let out a comfortable hum, a sound that made me lose control and ejaculate inside her.
She spread her limbs, watching me remove the pad underneath. I asked her, "Do you feel better?"
She nodded, then said wearily, "I'm going to sleep." She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

I woke up in the early morning; she was still fast asleep. I decided to press my advantage, so I slowly caressed her entire body. She quickly responded, moaning comfortably. Taking advantage of her half-asleep state, I slowly penetrated her. Her body trembled with my thrusts, and gradually I increased the force, finally ejaculating inside her again. She woke up, dazed, her legs noticeably unsteady as she walked. I helped her a few steps, and she seemed to be enduring pain as she went into the bathroom.
I don't want to write too much. I always thought I wasn't seriously injured, but reflecting on Kiko, I realized I was actually guilty beyond measure. But I really must defend myself; initially, I truly didn't want to harm Kiko in any way. She was so beautiful and innocent; I wanted to protect her, to cherish her, but I ended up hurting her.

It was seven days later when Keiko returned home. The hospital ultimately decided she only needed rest and regular checkups. Kiko was naturally overjoyed to see Keiko. When I went to see Keiko, Kiko was already asleep; I deliberately arrived late. However, when Keiko's joyful scream echoed from our bedroom again, Kika stood at our doorway. Now she finally understood what the scream meant. She stared at me with a strange look, leaving me bewildered. Keiko tried to coax her back to her room to sleep using her old methods, but Kika glared at her disheveled hair and flushed face with hatred. Keiko looked at her in surprise, and Kika said harshly, "Keep it down, I want to sleep." With that, she turned and left. Keiko was left staring dumbfounded at the wide-open door.

The next few days were difficult, and I was also troubled by the subtle changes in the relationship between Kika and Keiko. Since I was busy with meetings at the company, I didn't contact Keiko. That day, back at my apartment, I was considering whether to call Keiko when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw Kika standing outside with her schoolbag. Seeing me open the door, she didn't say anything, went straight to the sofa, threw down her bag, took off her clothes, and lay down on the floor with her legs spread. I took off my clothes too, and without saying a word, went to her and started thrusting. She cried out excitedly, just like Keiko. After I ejaculated, she didn't say anything, wiped herself clean with paper, and silently put her clothes back on. Then she opened the door to leave.
"Kika," I called after her, "Be good to your mother; she loves you the most." Kika hesitated for a moment, then disappeared outside.

From then on, Kika frequently came directly to my apartment, mostly before she got home from school. We developed a tacit understanding; most of my dates were late at night because I didn't know when she would come, and I was even more afraid that one day Keiko would come over. But she never said much. She would come in, take off her clothes, and lie there with her legs spread apart. Sometimes she would let out a few excited cries like Keiko, then hurriedly put on her clothes and leave.
Keiko told me that Norika was treating her as well as before, but she felt that Norika was faking it. After all, she was Norika's mother, and moreover, Norika had once been a good actress.
Norika was still as beautiful as before, so beautiful that I often felt like I was making love with an angel while making love with her. Norika had matured a lot compared to before. I noticed that the first fuzzy light-colored hair had grown down her genitals, followed by many more, and then a patch. Her breasts had slowly changed from small mounds against her chest to large, round mounds of flesh that could sway with her body movements. The two small mounds between her thighs had become two thick barriers, but the opening seemed to still be the same size and shape as before. Every time, I would only go in halfway and then stop. Maybe one day I would complete the final step and let myself be completely submerged inside.
It's said that Norika has become a very popular star in the Japanese entertainment industry and is famous all over the internet, far surpassing Keiko's fame. Of course, that's another topic.

The Japanese company is operating normally. Tom Gwyneth, sent from the United States, has become the company president, so I can take time to travel around the world to check on other business operations. During this time, I took Masase on vacation to the United States, and we had a very enjoyable time. Overall, I made many new friends in Japan, but I still feel quite unfamiliar with them.

Keiko is truly inseparable from me now. I often think that for a man, a woman reaching this point is not a blessing but a heavy burden. But in a sense, my childhood idol complex also makes me inseparable from her.
Norika has completely become a little girl who can't live without sex, although her needs seem to far exceed her age. She doesn't have any further concept of sex; she only knows that I make her feel good, and this great pleasure brought by sex has become an indispensable part of her daily life.
Daily physical pleasure has become a routine for her besides reading, but this seemingly singular and fixed routine is something I can't handle. At first, she wanted to have sex even during her period. I finally managed to explain to her that it was better for her health not to. I became her mentor in life, while I also had to deal with her equally tireless mother.

Naturally, I spent less and less time in bed with Manase. She was very anxious about my health. I was really exhausted during that period. Whenever I saw Norika come in with her schoolbag, I could only feel helpless. Many times, I tried to satisfy her with my hands. Norika was a natural sex object; she would tirelessly stimulate me until I ejaculated completely inside her. She didn't understand the essence of sex; she only knew that she had to follow the same routine every time, as if that was the only way she could be completely satisfied. So, I often had to leave Japan to avoid their desires. But every time I came back and saw Norika's frantic state, it terrified me even more. I had pioneered a virgin territory, but I was now bound to it.
Kika's changes, of course, did not escape her mother's notice. Their relationship seemed normal, but I couldn't go to her house. Every time I did, Kika would suddenly become like an enemy to her mother. Keiko noticed this too, but she couldn't possibly think any deeper. Kika's body began to change, transforming from a pure and frail little girl into a mature and alluring woman. She was more beautiful than before, but the youthful energy and sexual allure she exuded made her mother worry that her child's perfection might lead to trouble.
She noticed that the way Kika looked at me was far from ordinary; the infatuation and lust it conveyed chilled her to the bone. Therefore, she almost never let me go to her house. I hoped Keiko would intervene between Kika and me; I hoped to break through this barrier and escape my misery, no matter what punishment Keiko might give me. But Kika was too clever, never giving me the chance. She always found the perfect opportunity to complete our daily "homework."

The day finally arrived. I invited Keiko to my place, and we both stripped naked and sat on the bed talking, hoping Norika would burst in. I knew the maid would open the door when she saw her, so I didn't let her know I had an appointment with Keiko. Hearing familiar footsteps outside the door, I covered Keiko with something. Sure enough, it was little Norika. Seeing me naked and sitting on the bed, she happily began to take off her school uniform. When she was about to get into bed, she noticed there seemed to be someone else beside me. Keiko couldn't wait any longer. She peeked out and was immediately stunned, staring at her naked daughter. She didn't seem to understand what was happening. Suddenly, she pounced on me like a madwoman, hitting me hard with her fists.
I let her hit me for a while, then held her tightly. She screamed hoarsely. Kika seemed stunned as well. Seeing Keiko's state, she climbed naked onto the bed. The moment her hand touched Keiko, Keiko yelled at her as if electrocuted, "Go put your clothes on!"
Little Kika had probably never seen her mother like this before and was terrified.
"Go put your clothes on," I said, looking at Kika. Kika looked at me, got off the bed, and silently dressed.
Keiko continued to bang her head against my chest like a madwoman, shouting, "How could you treat my daughter like this? She's just a child!"
Kika recovered and said coldly, "If you're the mother I like, then don't interfere in our affairs. I like him."
Keiko suddenly stopped, looking at Kika as if she couldn't believe these words came from the mouth of the obedient daughter she had raised.
I wanted to get rid of Kika, so I said to her, "Your mother is right. You shouldn't be like this. It's my fault."
Little Kika shook her head: "I don't care who's right or wrong, I don't care who's good or bad. I just want you, and no one can stop me." The last part was clearly directed at Keiko.
Keiko suddenly pounded her head with her hands, crying, "I'm so stupid, so stupid, I deserve to die!" But crying and fussing wasn't a solution. Seeing that we were all silent, Keiko calmed down and stopped crying. Looking at Kika's small body, Keiko started crying again.
After a while, seeing that Keiko had calmed down a bit, I said to Kika, "Kika, why don't you go home first?"
Kika pouted, "No."
Keiko covered her naked body, which had been exposed due to her grief, with something and looked at Kika, "Kika, you go downstairs first, Mom will go home with you."
Kika still refused.
I looked at her unhappily, "Children should be obedient."
Seeing that I was really angry, Kika looked at me aggrievedly, "She came a long time ago, it's my turn."
Keiko almost fainted from anger. Kika had no sense of ethics or morality. She thought that Keiko had come long ago and should go home, and that it was her turn. She didn't think there was anything wrong with her mother being with me at the same time.
I figured it was about time, so I said to Keiko, "Then you should go home first."
"What? You still want to…" Keiko looked at me in shock, "You actually want me to go back and leave my daughter behind?"
I looked at her: "Then what do you suggest?"
Keiko glanced at Kika, who seemed determined not to leave unless Keiko did. She had no choice. Humiliated, she put on her clothes in front of her daughter and ran out.

Seeing Keiko leave, Kika didn't say much. She quickly stripped off her clothes, lay down where Keiko had been lying, and sprawled out. Seeing that I hadn't touched her, she pleaded, "Why aren't you paying attention to me? Did I make you angry?"
"I can't do it now." I helped her sit up.
"Why?"
"Because I just did it, I can't do it again right away," I told her.
"Why can't you do it again right away?"
I had to explain to her the reasons related to her body, and the harm that doing it too often would cause. She seemed to understand, and her hand touched my genitals. They were indeed soft. She said disappointedly, "If you do it with someone else, you can't do it with me, right?"
I nodded.
"Not even with my mom?"
"It's the same with anyone."
"But I really want to."
I sighed and slowly inserted my hand into her lower body. Kika reached her first orgasm from my touch. Her face flushed with excitement, she looked at me and said, "I don't like being touched by hand, it's uncomfortable."
I said to her, "If you want to be truly happy in the future, you have to agree to one condition."
"What condition?" she asked.
"We can only do it once a week."
"What if you don't agree?" she looked at me pleadingly.
"Then we'll end it."
She lowered her head and remained silent. After a while, she looked at me with teary eyes: "But I still want to, what should I do?"
I gently hugged her tighter, "You can come to me, I can take you out to play, then you won't want to anymore, right?"
"Is my mom really angry?"
I nodded, "Since I did it with your mom, I can't do it with you, and if I do it with you, I can't do it with anyone else, otherwise it's wrong."
"Then why do you want to do it with me?" she pressed.
I hugged her tighter: "I don't really like you that much."
She asked again: "You like my mom too, don't you? So what if you like someone else?"
Her question left me speechless. Seeing that I didn't answer, she pressed closer to me: "I don't care about anyone else, as long as you like me, that's enough."

My life seemed to return to normal. Of course, I still had to take Norika out to play occasionally. This little girl was really eye-catching, attracting gasps wherever she went. She knew that people praised her for being pretty, so she especially liked me taking her around. She liked the feeling of being admired. She told me more than once that she wanted to be a movie star like her mother when she grew up.
If she got out of school early sometimes, she would bring a few classmates to my company to find me and ask me to take them out to play. I told her not to come to my company, but it only worked for a few days before she went back to her old ways. I couldn't do anything about it. Every time Norika came, I made her come up to my floor from the auxiliary elevator to find me. Manase and Sadako didn't cause any bad reactions.
Fortunately, Norika was so beautiful that she was liked wherever she went. Since learning about my relationship with Norika, Keiko hadn't called me once. She hired someone to pick Norika up and drop her off at school. But whenever Norika came to my company or home, the person accompanying her would greet me and leave. Because I always gave her a large tip, she was happy for Norika to see me. It seems Keiko had no choice but to tacitly accept my inappropriate relationship with Norika and chose to withdraw.
From the first day Norika came to my company, Manase saw the look in her eyes and understood our relationship. She was shocked that I was with little Norika, and at the same time, she was stunned by little Norika's stunning beauty and cuteness. But she didn't say anything, and of course, no one else cared.
One day, Norika brought another classmate to the company, and Manase led them to my office. The little girl was lively and adorable, full of curiosity. Norika told me her name was Fujiwara Ikeko. Because Fujiwara's English wasn't good, we couldn't communicate, relying solely on Norika...

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