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

Later, for various reasons, we broke up, and we never contacted each other again. Strangely, last night I dreamt of her again, only this time, when I looked back at her in the dream, her face gradually transformed into Mao's appearance.

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

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

After I finished eating, I thought I should go for a walk; otherwise, staying in someone's house all the time would be strange, not knowing what to do.

Mao probably misunderstood that I was going back and kept trying to persuade me to stay until I promised to come back for dinner that evening, at which point she was slightly relieved.

To be honest, it's been a long time since I've traveled alone in Japan. Every time I come to Japan for business, I'm with a group of people, and everyone just visits the tourist spots or buys things for themselves or their relatives and friends according to a long shopping list.

Since I studied here for a few years, I've basically seen all the places and things that need to be seen, so I'm just someone they drag along as their free tour guide.

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

There wasn't much else to see, so I decided to head back. When I got back to Hideki's house, I rang the doorbell for a long time, but no one answered. I wondered if Mao and Harusuke had both gone out; if so, I was doomed.
Thankfully, after a while, Mao's voice came from inside. She opened the door and kept apologizing. Looking at her sweaty face, I asked, "What's wrong? Why are you sweating so much?"
"Because I've been doing laundry. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After chatting with him for a few more minutes, I left his room and wandered aimlessly around the house. Eventually, I reached the living room. The French windows were open, letting in a gentle breeze.
I saw a figure on the balcony outside the window. As I approached, I saw Mao hanging up the laundry. She wasn't very tall, probably less than 1.6 meters. It seems Japanese girls aren't very tall. The clothes rack was placed quite high, so she had to stand on tiptoe to reach the clothes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah! Mr. Kazuya, oh! Hehe, Kazuya-kun, what are you doing standing here? Is something wrong?"
"Ah! No, no, nothing, I just... I just wanted to get a glass of water. You've worked hard."

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

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

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

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

Unexpectedly, I accidentally discovered the adult magazines that Hideki had been secretly hiding. They had everything—*Beppin*, *Beppinschool*, *Bejaan*, you name it. It seems that even after all these years, he hasn't changed his erotic tastes.

I had secretly bought a few of these magazines when I was in school; every photo was indeed incredibly arousing, but I stopped buying them later for fear of being discovered by my roommates. Seeing these again now brings back so many memories.

My restless heart, already aroused by Mao's hot body, was reignited.
As I flipped through the photos of that alluring body, my lower body was rapidly swelling, telling me it was time to get some fresh air.

Although I felt it was wrong, lust is the hardest thing to resist. Once aroused, it's difficult to suppress, which is a man's most fatal weakness. Many men can resist temptation but still succumb to the allure of beautiful women.

So, as I slowly masturbated, releasing the desire within me, I gazed at the photos of flames and let my imagination run wild. Gradually, my mind began to wander, and somehow, I started thinking about Mao's slender waist and full hips.

Hideki is such a lucky guy. My wife has a great personality, but her figure is just average, so I don't have much desire at home, and I'm also worried about getting diseases from seeing other women.
Just as I was about to reach my climax and desperately needed tissues, the door suddenly opened, and a gasp snapped me out of my euphoria.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Seeing Mao bowing her head and apologizing, I was filled with regret. I hurriedly pulled up my pants, repeatedly apologizing. And

so, this strange scene of two people, a man and a woman, apologizing to each other unfolded.

"I'm so sorry, I...I..."

I stammered, unsure what to say. Mao slightly raised her chin, quickly glancing at me. Seeing that I had already put my pants back on, she relaxed a bit.

"I should be the one who's embarrassed. I forgot to knock before coming in. Sorry to bother you, Kazuya-kun."

I don't know if anyone else has experienced a man being caught doing this by a woman, but it was definitely my first time. The embarrassment and helplessness were something no one else could understand.

Mao's eyes started to unconsciously glance at the floor. I then remembered that I hadn't put away the adult magazines scattered on the floor, and I quickly squatted down and haphazardly put them away.

Mao looked at my clumsy movements and chuckled a few times. That chuckle was so captivating, it felt like my bones were melting.

I scratched my head and chuckled along, when suddenly her laughter stopped abruptly, her face turning red again. She said shyly, "Kazuya-kun is really energetic."

I looked down and realized that my erection hadn't subsided at all; in fact, it seemed even more intense than before because of Mao's arrival.

I quickly covered that obvious area with my hand, and at that moment I truly understood what it meant to wish there was a hole to crawl into.

The air suddenly became heavy. Neither of us knew how to speak first, and we remained silent for four or five seconds before Mao, as if remembering something, said, "Ah! Right! Kazuya-kun, would you like to take a bath? I was just about to say that."

"A bath? Now?"

Mao nodded. "Yeah, I cleaned the bathroom when I was cleaning, and I was thinking that Kazuya-kun went to bed early last night after bringing his father home. He must be stiff from all that work. A bath would be really relaxing."

"Oh, I see. Okay then, thank you so much."

"Don't be so polite, Kazuya-kun. Didn't you tell me that?"

I remembered that she had said something similar before. Mao's words immediately made me feel much more relaxed.

It seems that Japanese people really enjoy taking baths, whether at home or in a hot spring inn. Men, women, the elderly, and children all enjoy bathing.

As I lay comfortably in the bathtub, I felt completely released, as if my whole body was floating.

"Knock knock knock, I left my change of clothes outside. They're all from Hideki's place, they should fit you."

I was startled; Mao was right outside the bathroom.

"Ah, okay."

Since I hadn't planned to stay here so long, I hadn't brought any change of clothes, and the clothes I was wearing had started to smell since yesterday.

I looked at the blurry figure outside the bathroom door and window, still not leaving, and asked, "Mao, is there anything else?"

"Ah! Actually, actually, can I come in for a bit? To give Kazuya-san a massage."

When I heard Mao say she wanted to give me a massage, I initially thought I was hearing things, but after asking again and receiving a positive reply, I realized it was true.

"A massage? Okay, thank you."

I was probably just driven by lust at the time, and I agreed without any hesitation, or perhaps I was actually anticipating something.

The bathroom door and window were gently pushed open. Because the ventilation system was excellent, the bathroom wasn't steamy; it was just a misty, foggy place.

When the door and window were pushed open, revealing Mao's clear figure, I realized she had changed into a cropped short-sleeved top and cotton shorts, making me want to have a nosebleed.

"Excuse me."

She closed the door behind her as she came in, and my heart skipped a beat, sensing something was about to happen.

"Come sit here, Kazuya-kun, let me wash your back."

Mao picked up a small stool from a corner of the bathroom.

I knew I had to come out, but my penis had already started to throb the moment she entered. While Mao was getting the shower gel, I quickly got out of the bathtub and sat on the stool with my back to her.

"Let me begin."

"Okay."

When Mao's warm hands touched my back, my whole body trembled involuntarily, but she seemed oblivious as she continued to apply the shower gel.

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

"Oh, really?"

I'm usually quite athletic, so I've always maintained a good physique and don't have a beer belly or anything like that.

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

My wife, though also a returnee from overseas, is a clean freak and doesn't really like showering with me. Even though I've coaxed her a few times to shower with me, there are still many rules, so I eventually gave up.

"She...she rarely. Occasionally."

"Hehe, is that so? Hideki really likes to drag me to shower together."

The image of Mao showering naked started involuntarily appearing in my mind, and just thinking about it made my penis incredibly hard.

"No, I can't think like that anymore, I have to get rid of it quickly, or I'll be in trouble if they find out."

Although I thought that, my body was too obedient and couldn't control me at all.

"You've finished scrubbing my back, let's move on to the front."

Mao said so bluntly.

"Huh?!"

"You need to wash the front too."

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

When I heard that Mao was going to wash the front part of my body, my penis actually twitched lively.

"It's okay, otherwise your hands would be covered in foam. Kazuya-kun, turn around."
Even though Mao said it was okay, how could I let her actually wash me? But seeing that she seemed determined not to leave until she finished washing me, I could only close my legs and pretend I didn't hear her.

"Since Kazuya-kun isn't listening, then I'll just come over myself."

"Huh?! Wait, wait."

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

"Wh-why is this happening?"

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

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

"Kazuya-kun, hurry up and take your hands away, how am I supposed to wash like this? Here, put your hands to the side."
I probably couldn't take them away in my current state.

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

She began forcefully prying my hands off my genitals. "Forcefully" wasn't entirely accurate, as she was, after all, just a girl, and certainly no match for my strength. She was merely trying to pull my hands away, and I half-heartedly cooperated.

When she finally did, the first thing she saw was my ridiculously 'grown' penis.

Mao chuckled, but showed no sign of discomfort or displeasure; it was as if she had expected it.

Looking at her half-shy yet incredibly bold eyes, my desire grew stronger. I no longer cared about my swollen penis; in fact, I hoped it would grow even bigger and thicker. I had once read a report that suggested the Japanese had a kind of innate reverence for male genitalia.

During the cleaning, Mao's elbows would intentionally or unintentionally brush against my erect penis, making it throb each time. From the smile on her lips, I knew it was definitely deliberate.

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

Not knowing what had happened and worried about Harusuke being alone, Mao could only stop what she was doing, indicating that she could rinse off the soap herself, and hurriedly went out.

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

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

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

Hideki, still drunk, insisted on continuing to drink with me, and I couldn't refuse, so I picked up my glass.
"You know, Mao is quite nice."

"Huh? What?"

Hideki's words left me momentarily confused.

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

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

(To be continued)
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