absurd villa

In the hilly area of Karuizawa, there are many Western-style villas with a nostalgic atmosphere. In the innermost corner, there is a three-story English-style villa surrounded by trees. It is considered the oldest villa in this summer resort. It is said that the earliest inhabitants were British traders. Later, several people built a swimming pool on the lawn or added some modern facilities, but the vine-covered exterior walls look exactly the same as they did decades ago. A perceptive person will feel a sense of gloom when they see this villa. Perhaps it is because it is surrounded by hills and tall trees to the west, and even in summer, it receives little sunlight. There is a sign in front of the Western-style gate that reads "Soul Tree Villa", but for some reason, the locals call this villa "Night Crying House". Even among the elderly, few people know when this name came about.

This summer, before the rainy season was over, the villa's iron gate was opened, and the old door lamp was lit at night. "It's rare for someone to rent the Night Crying House." "Because of its gloomy appearance and outdated facilities, the villa hasn't been rented for summer retreats in recent years, and the real estate company plans to demolish it this year. Therefore, the locals are very curious about who rented it. Detailed information came from Itsuko, the daughter of the Shimotsuki family who manages the villas in the area. She had been invited by the person who rented the villa to work as a housekeeper for the summer, living and working there. According to her, that person is Professor Takayuki Kamishiro, the dean of the law school at a top private university. He resigned from his position as dean this spring and left the education sector. He was in a car accident at the end of last year, and thanks to the doctors' efforts, he almost miraculously survived, but he has lost the ability to work in society. It is said that he is still partially paralyzed and has unsightly scars on his face. 'I see, that villa is quite suitable for seclusion.' What also aroused people's interest was the wife of this almost disabled scholar, who was more than twenty years younger than him. 'She's said to be his second wife; she used to be a flight attendant, a beautiful woman. But it's truly pitiful; she only recently ascended to the position of a university professor's wife, and now she's going to be caring for a disabled person.'" "Judging by that appearance, the professor must be impotent, right?" The local elders murmured with lewd laughter.

The bedroom of Professor Kamishiro and his wife was built in the style of a British aristocratic country house, with many exposed beams in the ceiling. Professor Kamishiro's wife, Akiko Kamishiro, often had fantasies of something monstrous staring from the darkness between the beams. That evening, as she undressed in front of her husband, Takashi, who was twenty-three years her senior, sitting in a rocking chair, revealing her almost transparent, snow-white body, she trembled involuntarily. Removing her expensive lace-trimmed panties, she presented her peach-like buttocks to her husband and put on French-made black stockings. Hanging the stockings with black garters, she appeared to be wearing nothing else, even more alluring than nudity. Then, she put on high heels that gleamed black—this was the outfit her husband, who had lived abroad for a long time, had requested for her in the bedroom. "I've been looking at this house all day, and I've even seen the basement. It must have been a wine warehouse in ancient times. Now there's only old furniture. But there's a cover on the floor, and below that is the basement. I wonder what they did with that thing?" "It was probably used as an air-raid shelter during wartime, or perhaps to hide valuable artwork or property. I heard the owners of this house are all wealthy..." With his temples already half-gray, Takayuki Kamishiro, dressed in a bathrobe and sitting in a rocking chair, looked exactly like the playboy professor of his prime. His injuries were healing faster than expected; after several plastic surgeries, the scars on his face were almost invisible. The paralysis had ended in his right leg, and he could walk on his own with a cane. He decided to rent this villa because it had a swimming pool; swimming was the most effective way to recover his muscles and injured nerves. A virtuous 28-year-old woman, wearing only black high heels, made no attempt to conceal the dark triangle of her lower abdomen. Like a prostitute or stripper, she walked to the corner of the room in front of her husband with a wanton posture, spreading her legs in front of the marble fireplace, swaying her full buttocks like a clumsy dancer. Soon, the smell of sweat mingled with the freshly sprayed perfume "Night Flight," creating a fragrance that stimulated the man's desire. "Come here." "After making his young wife writhe so lewdly in front of him for ten minutes, Takayuki gave the order in a hoarse voice. Ankiko hurriedly knelt down in front of the rocking chair and pulled open the front of her husband's robe. Her snow-white fingers reached out to her husband, who wasn't wearing underwear, and her soft palms enveloped his shrunken member, beginning to caress it gently. When his wife rested her face against his thigh, the man, entering the early stages of aging, raised his head, closed his eyes, and his red lips completely took his member into his mouth, skillfully caressing it with the tip of his tongue. After a long time, despite Ankiko's best efforts, his shrunken member still couldn't return to its pre-accident state. "That's enough, let's stop here for tonight." The husband pushed his wife away, his voice filled with painful despair. Ankiko hurriedly put on her pajamas, wiped her husband's saliva-covered lower abdomen with her own panties, and said in a comforting tone, "Don't worry, it's already recovered to this extent, it will definitely be cured." "Maybe. But I'm not young anymore, by the time it's cured, I may not have the strength." “If you’re too pessimistic, things won’t get better.” The wife shook her head, took a medicine bottle from the bedside table, poured a few pills into her hand, and handed them to her husband. They were sleeping pills; the aftereffects of the car accident were migraines, and she couldn’t sleep without them. “You’re so good to me. If it were any other woman, why would she abandon me?” “How could you say that? I love you.” They lay on the large double bed and turned off the light. A cold wind blew down from the mountain behind them, causing the leaves around them to rustle. “If you want, you can whip me.” Anjiko said in the darkness, “I’ve heard that excites men.” “I’m very touched that you’re willing to do that, but I don’t have that kind of fetish. And the thought of damaging your beautiful skin is unbearable.” Before falling asleep, the husband said to his wife, “Let’s have someone from the appliance store check the swimming pool motor tomorrow. There might be a problem; the water in the pool is a little dirty.” Then, regular snoring replaced his words. Anjiko couldn’t fall asleep for a long time. Her fingers moved stealthily within her private parts, the overflowing fluid wetting her inner thighs. Soon after, a weeping sound escaped her red lips, and her balanced body convulsed slightly.

Nocturnal birds chirped mockingly outside the window.

[The End]

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