In Tokyo, underwear thief, lewd and obscene acts (Part 1, Part 2)

(Part 1)

I've been in Japan as an exchange student for over two months now.
[...Have you been eating properly? Also, if the apartment isn't good, just move! Your parents are worried you'll waste money, so Auntie will give you some!]
I listened to a voice message from my aunt on WeChat while drinking milk and stuffing cookies into my mouth.
Although I was a little impatient, I was still happy to receive care from family. My aunt wasn't like my irresponsible parents; she's more than ten years younger than my mother, and she's been like an older sister to me since childhood—we have a very good relationship. But even so, my aunt couldn't stop my parents' decision.
Yes, my coming to Japan was my damn father's decision. He and my mother have always disliked me because I'm not the kind of obedient child. Although I was always a model student they could boast about throughout elementary and middle school, after high school, my self-awareness began to emerge. I started to think about the world on my own, had my own favorite music, books, and values, and naturally, I no longer blindly obeyed them. Even so, they still interfered with my university choice. Even though my college entrance exam score wasn't high enough, as long as it was above the first-tier university cutoff, they could use their connections to influence the process. They not only interfered with the university and major I wanted to attend, but even after I got to university, they still thought I was wasting my time and actually had the vice-principal in charge put me on the exchange student program... Damn it, learning Japanese just to watch anime, read manga, and play games was a huge mistake.
"It's okay, it's okay, the place here is alright... it's just—"
Actually, my current accommodation isn't great, but the problem isn't the facilities.
Because I'm an exchange student and was added to the dorms at the last minute, the student dorms didn't have a room for me. The university's administration office could only recommend apartments near the university, but naturally, there aren't any high-rise luxury apartments in the area. I'm currently living in a 20-year-old, ordinary two-story apartment building. It's not too big or too small, but it's clean and tidy. Being rather introverted, I'm more suited to this quiet, local-style living. I probably wouldn't feel comfortable in a dormitory like the ones for international students from all over the world—but, it seems there's a secret here that I don't know about.
["It's just what? ...So I told you, your auntie found one for you. If all else fails, I'll go to Japan next month and buy you a house, just as an investment."]
Hearing the capable and assertive female voice coming from the phone, I immediately shook my head.
"Auntie, do you miss me that much?"
My aunt didn't reply for a long time. Just as I was about to give up and pack my things to go to class, my phone suddenly rang.
【...You...don't talk nonsense! I didn't miss you at all, don't overthink it! ~】
I could already picture my aunt blushing and looking adorable on the other side of the sea, holding her phone. Although she was nearing thirty, having transformed from a young girl into a recognized mature and strong woman, I could still evoke her inner femininity.
I smiled mischievously, "It's been two months since that time at your house before I left, right? Yeah, even though Uncle wasn't there that day, my niece was sleeping next to me, so I could only do it gently."
Then there was another long silence. 【Hmph...don't you have any conscience? That child is yours—】
I quickly hung up the voice message. I knew what my aunt was going to say, and... That's why I didn't bother to investigate. Theoretically speaking, I didn't believe my aunt's seemingly respectable but actually timid husband could get her pregnant...
Oh well, why think about it? I was just trying to flirt with my aunt, but now I'm just filled with anxiety.
Actually, I missed my aunt. After all, I'm in this unfamiliar place, with no one to talk to, and I haven't gotten used to the language, let alone satisfying my sexual desires. All I can do every day is masturbate to relieve my boredom.
I slung my messenger bag over my shoulder, put on my shoes, locked the door, and was about to leave when I turned around and saw a short, elderly woman watering flowers. She was wearing a knitted sweater and had short hair. She was kind and friendly, and I recognized her and immediately went up to greet her.
“Grandma Honda.”
“Ah, it’s Xiaoxuli~”
The old woman’s tone was very Japanese, but her smile was genuine, unlike others who seemed insincere.
“Where’s Grandpa Honda?”
“He went to the bookstore… By the way, would you like to come over for dinner tonight? Grandpa said he’d like to play a couple of games of Go with you.”
“Yes, yes, I’d be honored.”
The Honda couple were long-time residents of this apartment building and kind people I met after arriving in Japan. They took great care of me. Later, I learned that Grandpa Honda was a Japanese war orphan who experienced childhood in China. After returning to Japan for university, he stayed, married, had children, and after retiring, left his old house to his children and moved into this small apartment with his wife.
“But I’m so sorry to trouble you so much—”
“Don’t say that,” Grandma Honda said, a little annoyed. “Grandpa hasn’t been back to China for a long time either. He really enjoys hearing you talk about China now—he, although he’s Japanese, has returned to Japan, but I really don’t know where his true home is.”
"Yes, Grandpa speaks Chinese with a perfect Northeastern accent."
At this, the old lady laughed like a little girl. Her cheerfulness made me feel even more that she was a remarkable woman. Although her husband's heart wasn't in Japan, and he had traditionally left their retirement home to their children, she had no complaints whatsoever. Perhaps she truly loved her bald, alcoholic, and boisterous husband to the extreme.
"Well, I'm off then—"
"Take care on your way—"
But as I turned around, I ran into someone I knew… but this encounter made my mood plummet.
On the second floor, a woman in her thirties approached me. Unlike typical Japanese women, this woman was tall and voluptuous, at least 1.7 meters tall, and walked with a very upright posture, her head slightly tilted back, giving her an air of arrogance.
Although she was quite attractive by my Chinese standards, she wore old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, simple trousers, and a round-neck sweater, which couldn't hide her full breasts and pert, plump buttocks.
This woman, who meticulously styled her hair but refused to wear heavy makeup like most women, now looked displeased, staring at me with sharp eyes—this woman who disliked me, and whom I disliked, was my landlady.
"Good morning, Mrs. Sato."
Grandma Honda bowed slightly forward, and the landlady named Sato, who resembled a headmaster, nodded as well. "Good morning, Grandma Honda."
Tsk.
I clicked my tongue inwardly. This woman was still the same, cold and aloof to everyone in the apartment, as if she looked down on them.
Suddenly, I felt that sharp gaze again. The woman hadn't ignored me; she was staring at me, making me uneasy. Finally, I gave in. "Good morning, Miss Sato."
"Hmm."
The woman hugged her ample bosom, seemingly unaware that this seemingly imposing posture made her breasts appear even fuller.
"Did you take out the trash on time?"
"Yes, I know perfectly well."
"Is that so?" The woman's Japanese was sarcastic. "So, you Chinese person have finally learned manners?"
Yes, everything about this apartment was great, except for this woman!
"Yes, yes, Grandma Honda taught her very well."
Before, I would have definitely argued with this jerk, but I simply didn't have the energy.
"Really?... I'll keep an eye on you, if you—" "
Ms. Sato, saying that will make the neighbors misunderstand~"
"You!—Hmph!"
After saying that, the woman angrily tossed her head, then, no longer caring about her image, she opened her chest, clenched her fists, and quickly left.
Watching that woman's swaying buttocks, I secretly thought to myself that one day I would definitely pin her to the ground and treat her like a bitch... No, no, no, this is in front of people. Amitabha, forgive me, forgive me.
“Oh, oh.”
Grandma Honda shook her head somewhat awkwardly. “Don’t bully the landlady too much. She doesn’t really hate Chinese people.”
“What do you mean she doesn’t… She used to scold me all the time. Although she wouldn’t yell at me, she always had a strange way of speaking, always saying something. She just didn’t like me. What did I do to offend her—no, this is already racial discrimination.”
“Sigh—”
Grandma Honda squinted and sighed. “Actually, Sato-san wasn’t like this before.”
“Hmm?”
“Grandpa and I used to be Sato-san’s neighbors—back then she was very gentle and didn’t even have her husband’s surname. Although she came to Tokyo from the countryside with her husband, she was in no way inferior to city girls.”
Huh? She was from the countryside, huh? That explains her tasteless clothes and her stronger physique than city women.
"Oh? That wicked landlady actually had that kind of period? By the way, did you rent here because you knew her before?"
"Yes, that's right." Grandma Honda paused, rubbing her lower back. "We actually decided to come here to support her business. This apartment was bought with the money she got from her husband."
"Huh?... So why is that woman so cold to Grandma?"
What kind of person is she? This kind of woman! Does she become indifferent to those who helped her after she got rich?
"Not really. It's just that after her philandering husband divorced her, she raised her daughter alone. Over time, she became so serious and strict... After all, it's not easy being a woman. She had never worked for a company before, so she could only run this apartment. Although the apartment is very nice now, she's probably afraid of being bullied."
"Is that so? But why is she so cold to Chinese people—wait, could it be?"
"Oh, oh, so you're right, Xiao Xu is very smart. That's right, her ex-husband ran off with a Chinese woman."
So that's how it is?! Damn
, I'm an innocent bystander caught in this mess.
“Women—”
Mrs. Honda nodded and sighed, “Women—”
“By the way, Grandma, has this apartment been burgled?”
Actually, I’ve felt something was off about the apartment these past few days since I returned. It seemed like something had been moved. I wanted to talk to the landlord, but judging from that woman’s attitude, I’d probably get a lot of sarcastic remarks about being Chinese.
“What?”
“Ah, nothing. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. I’ll be back early tonight and tell Grandpa I’m sure I can beat him again today!”
“Okay, have a safe trip.”
Although I thought I was being paranoid, I still installed a security camera at home. Being alone abroad, I’m always living in fear.
But that day, my suspicions were confirmed.
Although the camera wasn’t positioned correctly and fell off the bookshelf, it still recorded the vibrations in the room and the movement of the clothes I had thrown on the floor.
After returning to my room from the Hondas’ house, I watched the video and was terrified. I decided to call the police, but I felt the evidence wasn’t enough, and after searching, it seemed like nothing had been stolen.
But the next day, when I changed my clothes, I noticed that one of my underwear seemed to be missing… My naturally carefree nature immediately connected the dots of my unease from the past two weeks. Every time I felt something was off about my messy room, it seemed like a pair of underwear was missing, and then two days later, the item would reappear. Thinking about this, I felt a sudden urge to seduce him. I finally realized I'd been robbed of underwear, and by a gay man at that!
“I want to go home!”
[What?! What?! What happened at the ceremony?!]
Hearing my aunt's immediate reply, that hurried, bell-like voice, I calmed down.
No, no, I can't go back. What if people find out why I ran away? I'll be laughed at for the rest of my life! That aunt kneeling beneath me licking my penis will look at me strangely—and, I've heard that homosexuals, especially the more extreme ones, value relationships even more. What if I get chased to the ends of the earth?
110! I need to call the police!
However, I understood that this kind of evidence, which wasn't really evidence, wouldn't prove anything, especially since it was men's underwear that was stolen—it was too sensational. So, I took some time to go to Akihabara and bought a higher-resolution camera, installing it in a suitable location with a view overlooking the entire room.
It was the weekend, and I figured the underwear thief wouldn't be back, but I still wanted to test it out, so I took my phone and opened the monitoring app.
"Yosh, yosh, very clear! The bed opposite the bookshelf, the desk on the right, and you can even see the entryway on the left—"
"What are you doing?"
A serious female voice suddenly interrupted me.
"Huh?... Ms. Sato!"
"What are you doing secretly!"
The woman raised her eyebrows and stared at me sternly, her questioning making me feel guilty despite my otherwise innocent attitude. "No, no, I'm going out to buy something... oh yes, I want to look at some decorations; the house feels a bit empty."
"...Going out?"
The woman seemed a little puzzled but also a little pleased; maybe she wouldn't be able to see me. "Hmph, then go ahead." Did
you even need to tell me?!
"And where's the empty space? The room is so messy."
Is a messy room illegal?!
The woman swayed her large hips as she went upstairs. I glared at her two large breasts, hidden beneath her tight capri pants, as if that would be enough to get revenge.
To prevent her from bothering me again, I went to the small park next to the apartment. To avoid disturbing the children playing nearby, I decided to secretly watch the security camera under the shade of a tree.
"I wonder how long the battery will last? And is the hard drive's storage capacity enough?"
Perhaps I looked too much like a perverted otaku playing Pokémon GO while staring at my phone; the parents around me were pointing and whispering.
"Look, don't grow up like him, playing games alone on weekends, without even a girlfriend."
No girlfriend? It's my fault! If I could access my savings, I'd be chasing women all over Kabukicho!
"This is the relaxed era, huh? Look at him, so tall and strong, yet he has no courage to even look for a woman."
"Yeah, yeah—"
Damn, I wish I had the courage to fight that perverted gay guy! But he's a guy who likes men's underwear!
Just then, the screen on my phone suddenly changed.
What?! How dare these thieves be so bold? Coming back this weekend?
I was just about to call the police when the person on the screen shocked me to the point of disbelief.
The person who had sneaked into my room was none other than the landlady I'd just met—
Ms. Sato. She was completely devoid of her usual aloofness, slightly bent over, looking around like a child who had found treasure. What shocked me most was that she picked up my boxer briefs from the bed.
Those were the briefs I wore to bed, and they hadn't been washed in ages, covered in large and small semen stains—the residue from masturbating a few days ago. And yet, this mature woman, with her hair up and a serious, headmistress-like demeanor, put them directly on her face and began sucking on them violently. She lay down beside my bed, burying her head in my pillow, smelling the sheets and pillow while rubbing her underwear against it.
Seeing this, I immediately ran towards the apartment. I ran faster than ever before, definitely faster than when I sprinted the 100-meter dash for an exam, but I had inexhaustible energy because my mind was filled with wicked thoughts, and these thoughts were growing wildly.
Heh, you bitch, I've finally caught you red-handed.

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