Gray Fairy Tale

Night of Idleness (Also known as: Encounters at the Station)

Prologue

: "Imagine you are Li Hua, an international student. One day, you see a woman on the train get off because
she is feeling unwell. She squats on the platform, her expression pained. Please describe what you would do next, or
your thoughts and feelings. Note: 1. 100 words or more. 2. You may add details to make the writing coherent."

1.

I am Li Hua.

My study abroad life in Japan wasn't as wonderful as I had imagined. Whether it was the lack of intellectual stimulation or the
weekly tirade, it all made me deeply disappointed with this long-awaited journey.

But life goes on. After successfully replicating my back-to-back home life, I once again indulged in
the comfort of being a "homebody."

Or rather, I became utterly withdrawn.

The courses were easy. Except for that old, pedantic professor, the other teachers treated
international students —attendance was optional, learning was optional.

Fortunately, the old professor's class was only once a week. His words, tinged with classical grammar, and
the pained look he gave me, are deeply etched in my memory.

Once a week wasn't bad. Only after experiencing the old professor's reprimands could I truly feel that another week
had passed .

And the old professor's unchanging attitude made me barely believe that there might still be things in this world that are eternally
unchanging .

Today is that day. On this special day,

after a baptism of scolding like this, I usually need to find a place to replenish my dwindling positive
energy . After half a year of adjustment, this place was gradually settled on a ramen shop seven subway stops away from my rented apartment.

The proprietress's "Yokoso (Welcome)" upon entering, coupled with a bowl of tonkotsu ramen with extra pepper,
barely managed to pull my sullenness back to a safe level.

The ramen and broth were already gone, and the fragrant white peach udon was finished, but I wanted to linger in the ramen shop a little longer
, to see the proprietress's smile a few more times. But eventually, it was closing time. Before the proprietress could even kindly ask me to leave,
I consciously packed my belongings.

Back home, all I had was the virtual internet and the monotonous images of bodies on my hard drive.

Generally speaking, there's no scenery to see on the way home. This is the most
unbearable .

But today seemed to be an exception. After a brief stop at Kanda Station, an empty seat appeared in front of me.
A woman dressed elegantly.

She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a white shirt, a purple scarf, and a black blazer, paired with a black
pencil skirt and semi-sheer black stockings.

She looked somewhat tired, her light makeup unable to conceal her fatigue. She leaned slightly against the tram's handrail,
her legs alternately supporting her weight.

But this was still a rare and precious sight. Her breasts were high, and the curves of her legs, accentuated by the stockings, were almost perfect.

Such beauty would rank in the upper-middle range among the resources on my 5TB. Her body, so close at hand,
exuded a faint scent of sandalwood and musk, mixed with... The faint, subtle scent of her body made me inhale
deeply .

But the good time didn't last. Just two stops later, the surging crowd pushed her into an adjacent carriage. In a few short minutes,
she went from being so close to being worlds apart.

*Hey, I haven't had enough of your scent yet.

* Three more stops passed, and she got off in the adjacent carriage.

Her brow was furrowed, and her expression was... pained?

She clutched her stomach and slowly squatted down on the platform.

What's wrong with her? Is she very upset? Should I get off? Can I help her?
What ? Will she mistake me for a hentai?

2.

In a daze, I rushed off the train just before the doors closed.

The station was surprisingly empty. Otherwise, she probably wouldn't even have had room to squat.

I approached her from the side, unsure what to say. On a whim, I bought
a bottle of , wrapped it in a tissue from the convenience store, and handed it to her.

She looked up, her eyes, already red-rimmed, filled with a mixture of confusion and surprise,
making me want to turn and run.

Fortunately, the awkward eye contact didn't last long.

"Thank you," she said, taking the tissue and water and slowly standing up. "I... I just have a bit of an
upset , thank you."

"Um... okay... I... nothing else, I'll go now..." I said, head down, my voice
barely audible to myself. Afraid my Japanese wasn't perfect, afraid she'd suspect my motives, all I
wanted to do was get away.

"May I know your name?" Her voice held a hint of cheerfulness.

"My name is Li Hua."

"Hmm? Li Huajun is Chinese?"

I looked up, meeting her curious eyes, and said, "Yes. I'm an international student from China." "

My name is Qiluo. Li Huajun, do you have any other plans?" She paused, then continued, "If not
... could you walk with me for a bit?"

I saw a cautious hope in her eyes. Or perhaps, she had mustered up the courage to make that invitation.

"Um, okay... ah, I mean, I'd love to," I stammered.

Kira smiled and said, "Well then, excuse me, Li Hua-jun, this way please."

We walked out of the subway station side by side, chatting aimlessly.

Kira came from a small village in the countryside of Fukushima. After a "carp leaping over the dragon gate" style of student life, she finally
managed to establish herself in Tokyo. She recounted the trivialities of her life, and I listened silently.

The reason for my stomachache earlier was chronic gastritis caused by irregular eating habits during my student days.

What an idiot. I actually revealed all my information to someone I was meeting for the first time
.

In just half an hour, her way of addressing me had shortened from "Li Hua-jun" to "Hua-jun."

"Hey, Hua-jun, do you have a girlfriend in China?"

Faced with this soul-searching question, I honestly answered, "No, I've never been in a relationship."

"Doggy, doggy~ Actually, I've only been in one relationship," Kira said, "before I went to university. We broke up naturally
afterwards ."

I really wanted to ask her how far things had progressed with her ex-boyfriend, and
why a pretty girl like her didn't have a boyfriend during university.

But my human instincts prevented me from asking. After all, staying home, it was hard for me to find
an opportunity to chat with a girl—especially someone as pretty and a little silly as her.

3.

"Hey, Hana-kun, we're almost home," Kira said, stopping in her tracks.

She didn't invite me in, nor did she offer to exchange contact information. I felt disappointed, but is this
the true nature of the world?

"I haven't been this happy in a long time... Thank you for your company, Hana-kun~" she said with a smile, "Hey, Hana-kun, are you
going home now? There won't be any trains running late."

"Okay, I'll go now..." I said.

"Goodbye~" Kira waved.

She said "sayonara" (goodbye), not "jane" (see you later).

A pang of sadness welled up inside me. Just an hour had passed, yet so much reluctance had accumulated.

Suddenly, a bicycle sped up from the street corner. As if answering a call from my heart, it lost control
and crashed into Kira.

I stepped forward, shielding her just in time.

Both the bicycle and I were injured, falling to the ground on either side of her. Through her jeans, I felt
a sharp pain in my shin, and something warm trickled down my calf.

The driver apologized profusely, saying there was an emergency at home and he needed to return immediately. He left his contact information and hurried
away.

I let him go largely because of my deep gratitude. Despite my
injury , I naturally stayed.

She helped me upstairs to her rather cramped studio apartment.

The limited space was maximized, but the side effect was that there wasn't even enough room for a chair.

So she settled me on the small bed.

The room was completely odorless, filled with a faint, pleasant fragrance. Compared to my own cramped apartment, I felt utterly ashamed
.

"Sorry, it's cramped, isn't it... I can only afford this kind of place for now."

Kira magically produced a first-aid kit. I tried to roll up my
jeans was difficult even normally, and touching my wound made me wince.

"If you don't mind," Kira's cheeks flushed slightly, "Hua-kun, take your pants off
."

A day's journey had left my jeans smelling strongly. She must have smelled it, but she didn't say
anything , instead cleaning my wound, applying medicine, and putting on an O-bandage.

She took her pajamas and went into the only bathroom/dressing room. Then I heard the sound of running water.

What would she be doing in there? What kind of smell would her clothes have?

Thinking this, my lower body began to react.

No, I really want to rinse off.

But this strong smell can't be hidden by just a pair of underwear. The small space
will definitely be filled with the scent of photinia.

Fortunately, she reappeared in front of me after a short while.

She had removed her makeup, taken off her business suit and stockings, and changed into a pink nightgown. Her two cute
little feet peeked out from her white slippers, reminding me of the peeled water chestnuts at home.

"Hey, Hua-kun, we only have barley tea left. Would you like some if you don't mind?"

"Sure, I'm a little thirsty. Thank you."

4.

Although it couldn't compare to the white peach oolong tea specially offered by the ramen shop, the refreshing barley tea was a godsend for me, who was burning with desire
.

I held the bear-shaped mug of barley tea in both hands, carefully covering the strange appearance of my lower body.

Kira sat next to me. Without her makeup, her skin didn't look as good as before; it was slightly yellowish,
and her eye sockets were a light brown. But the added warmth of everyday life made her seem even more approachable.

She was exhausted, yet she still had to struggle in this city. She said that if the remittance was delayed by even three days, her family
would call to collect the debt.

Her younger brother wasn't doing well in school and needed to attend an expensive private middle school. The expenses would likely increase further.

But she had no choice and was content with it. She recounted the little things about her brother, her affection for him
overflowing.

My heart ached a little.

She said her current boss often tried to take advantage of her under various pretexts. She was distressed, but
her current job provided a stable income, so she dared not react strongly and could only try her best to smooth things over.

Did he succeed in taking advantage of you? Did he touch your breasts? These questions were impossible to ask.

"Actually, Hua Jun, you..." Qi Luo said, her eyes filled with longing memories, "I miss my brother so much."

Was she being used as a substitute? She didn't know whether to feel lucky or disappointed.

The scent of a girl gradually fermented in the small space. Beneath her loose pajamas, her slender breasts
were faintly visible .

My lower body throbbed with pain, forming an arc that my hands couldn't fully cover.

She must have seen it. Otherwise, why would the blush on her face linger?

Fortunately, the order to leave hadn't arrived yet. Perhaps it was because of her leg injury that she was too embarrassed to say it first.

I, too, shamelessly continued chatting with her, making small talk.

The atmosphere gradually became a little strange. Or rather, my arrival and stay were strange in themselves.

"Hey, Hua-kun," she said, as if gathering her courage, "could you call me, 'O-ne-chan'
(older sister)?"

"Ah, sure, is that right? 'O-ne-chan' (older sister)?"

"Ah, yes!" Kira nodded vigorously, reaching out to brush the hair behind my head.

I obediently lowered my head, feeling her intense gaze out of the corner of my eye.

Gradually, her eyes reddened.

"Hey, Hua Jun, I haven't been home for two years. Although... it's not far, I
get triple pay for working overtime on holidays."

"Thank you, Hua-jun, for keeping me company this night." She wiped her eyes and smiled gently.

"As payment, let me help you."

5.

Soft hands slipped inside my underwear, gently stroking my erect penis.

Her movements weren't clumsy; it shouldn't be... her first time helping like this.

Who was she helping before? Her ex-boyfriend, or... her younger brother?

When I came to my senses, she was already holding me in her hands. I tried to stand up uncomfortably, but she
gently pressed me back down on the bed.

"Hey, Hua-jun, let me help you too." She knelt opposite me, unfastening her underwear and
stroking my penis with both hands.

With the help of the pre-ejaculate, her stroking became even smoother. I stared at her face, and she stared at my
lower body; something forbidden yet beautiful was passing between them.

"Sister, I..."

She soothed my penis while promptly absorbing my release with a tissue.

"Hua-jun's... so much... so thick..." She glanced at the tissue in her hand, crumpled it into a ball, and
threw it into the wastebasket beside her.

Helping me, who was completely stunned, put my underwear back on, she went back to the bathroom, where the sound of running water resumed.

"Hey, this is a reward for your little brother who's made progress in his studies." Her gentle eyes comforted my bewildered state, and
Kira wiped the sweat from my forehead with a towel.

"I...I have to go." I managed to utter a normal sentence with difficulty.

"Ah...okay, I..." Seemingly not expecting my sudden departure, she hurriedly said, "Let me help you
..."

Judging from her lip movements, she probably meant to say she was seeing me off.

But considering all aspects, she couldn't stay with me any longer. Tomorrow she had work, she needed
to deal with her perverted boss, and raise her beloved little brother.

I supported myself with my hands to stand up. Although my legs still ached slightly, I should be able to walk without any problem.

"Hua-kun, slow down...ah!"

Kira hurriedly tried to help me up, but accidentally touched my sore spot. I instinctively pulled her over,
and we both lost our balance and tumbled onto the bed.

"Hua-jun, I'm sorry, um..."

As if possessed, facing those petal-like lips so close to mine, I instinctively kissed her.

Struggle, acquiescence, yielding, exploration.

Our lips parted, and I dared not look into her eyes. My hands supported me on either side of her, yet I couldn't bear to leave. This
ending, I feared, would never begin again.

"Hua... Hua-jun, tonight, don't leave... please."

6.

She placed a towel on the bed, letting me lie flat on it.

"Hua-jun has an injury on her leg, please let me handle it."

I looked up at her body. Her pale, honey-colored skin, without tan lines, seemed to
reveal ; her full breasts responded to the movement of her body, making her raspberry-like nipples particularly alluring.

She led this fleeting encounter, manipulating our bodies to gradually draw closer.

In the instant our lips gently touched, she said, "Hua-jun, thank you."

Her body carried the coolness of a post-shower bath, while my vagina felt warm and comfortable like a hot bath.

She let out a soft hum, slowly moving her body up and down. My penis was repeatedly gripped and released by her alluring flesh,
a soul-stirring pleasure surging from my lower body. My hands rested on her waist, feeling
the relaxation and contraction of her muscles.

She seemed tired, her upper body slowly slumping down, lying on top of me, her hands hooking around my neck.

"Hua-jun... I... need to rest for a while..." Qi Luo gasped.

I gradually began to "retaliate," my hips thrusting upwards, lifting Qi Luo's body, then falling down with her.

With my movements, Qi Luo let out a soft, cat-like moan in my ear.

"Hua... Hua-jun, you little rascal..."

Qi Luo's waist and abdomen had a thin layer of soft flesh—not quite fat, but incredibly
comfortable .

She regained some strength and slowly returned to a sitting position.

"Hua-jun, are you ready... for punishment?"

Before I could react, her hands pressed against my chest, pinning me firmly to the bed. Then,
using my body as a fulcrum, her hips began to writhe up and down.

Was this... really punishment?

I don't know, my breathing was forced to synchronize with her movements, the sensation in my lower body became clearer and more sensitive.

"I...we've arrived!"

"No...don't..."

My mind went blank, my hands wrapped around her waist, my body trembling instinctively, releasing something.

"You little rascal..."

7.

No one.

The encounter was fake, the romantic encounter was fake. I didn't get off the train decisively, but watched helplessly as the doors closed.

I regretted it, got off, took the tram in the opposite direction, and returned to the station I had just passed, but
she was already gone.

Was she alright? Or had she met someone else who gave her purified water?

Was she alright? Would she take him to her apartment? Was

she alright? Was her relationship with her brother still so good?

8.

"Exam time is up, please leave the room in order, the invigilator will collect the exam papers."

I looked at the blank essay box, my heart still immersed in the disappointment from just now.

The students began to walk out of the exam room, there was no time left.

I picked up my pen and quickly scribbled down nonsensical sentences in the essay section.

Deeply attached to this familiar place, I return; But

she is gone, and my heart aches.

By the wall, where fragrant grasses grow in abundance,

Only a few violets bloom.

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