Chapter 1
On a weekend afternoon, a faint, fragrant ambiance drifted through the quiet hotel room. I was there to discuss the arrangements for my daughter’s wedding. Meeting with the groom's family to go over the schedule and finer details was a father's duty, but at the same time, it felt like a rather tedious administrative task.
"Ah, sorry to keep you waiting!"
The door opened, and a young woman stepped inside along with a light, cheerful voice. She was Hinata Fujita, the wedding planner in charge of our ceremony. Her long, black hair flowed smoothly, giving her a refined and elegant impression. However, looking closer, her sense of style and her personal belongings carried a hint of gyaru elements. That contrast exuded an indescribable, subtle sensuality.
"It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Hinata Fujita. Thank you for having me today!"
She greeted me in a slow, leisurely tone. Her manner of speaking gave off a somewhat childlike impression, yet her eyes shone brightly, reflecting her enthusiasm for her work.
Toning down the stiffness that usually came with my title as a university professor, I offered a gentle smile.
"I am Nagai. Please take good care of my daughter's wedding."
The meeting progressed surprisingly smoothly. Ms. Fujita explained everything with professional expertise, yet in a way that was easy to understand and deeply approachable. Her childlike gestures and the occasionally shy expressions she showed subtly stirred my heart. The juxtaposition of refinement and gyaru flair, of childlikeness and professionalism—I couldn't stop my eyes from being drawn to her contradictory charm.
"Um, Mr. Nagai, what kind of work do you do?"
During a break in the meeting, she suddenly threw a personal question my way. I was slightly taken aback by her blunt curiosity.
"I teach at a university. In the faculty of literature."
"Wow, so you're a professor! That's amazing!"
Her eyes sparkled with genuine delight. Seeing her pure amazement, I suddenly became acutely aware of my own advanced age. Her youth possessed a brilliance that I had long since lost.
"It's nothing special, really. I just find myself repeating the same things year after year."
"That's not true at all! It's wonderful."
She smiled warmly. That smile was as bright as the sun, gently illuminating a dark corner of my heart.
As the meeting drew to a close, my eyes happened to drift to her left hand. There was no ring.
"Ms. Fujita, are you not married?"
I didn't even know why I asked such a question. Was it pure curiosity, or did I simply want to know more about her as a person?
Her cheeks flushed crimson for a split second. Then, looking a little embarrassed but speaking clearly, she answered.
"I am married. But I take my ring off while I'm working, since I feel like it gets in the way."
"I see. What does your husband do?"
It wasn't meant to be an interrogation, just casual small talk. However, for a fleeting moment, a shadow seemed to pass over her expression.
"Oh, yes... he's just an ordinary office worker. But he's so busy... we don't really get to spend much time together."
I could sense a faint trace of loneliness bleeding through the edges of her words. She quickly regained her smile, but that brief moment of gloom planted something deep within my chest.
After finishing the meeting, I headed toward the hotel lobby. Suddenly, her voice called out from behind me.
"Ah, Mr. Nagai!"
I turned around to see her jogging toward me.
"If you don't mind, do you have a little time right now? There's a wonderful cafe nearby."
The invitation was entirely unexpected. Her eyes seemed to waver with anticipation. Was this an extension of her work, or was it something else...? I hesitated for a moment. But faced with the brilliance in her eyes, I could only nod.
"That sounds nice. I'd love to."
Our conversation at the cafe was much more relaxed than during the meeting. She talked about her favorite music and movies, looking as delightfully happy as a child. Her innocence put me at ease. Then, in the natural flow of conversation, she touched upon her married life once again.
"Marriage really is difficult, isn't it? Love alone often isn't enough to make things work."
She stirred her cafe latte with a spoon, her eyes gazing off into the distance.
"Indeed. When two people walk at different paces, misunderstandings are bound to arise."
At my words, she nodded deeply.
"Exactly. I love him, and I want to lean on him more, to be together more... but it feels like I'm just being a nuisance."
Her clingy tone and melancholic expression triggered my protective instinct. She was starved for affection. And she felt a profound loneliness in a situation where that affection wasn't being given. That void in her heart was painfully visible to me.
"You are someone who expresses love very abundantly, aren't you, Ms. Fujita?"
"Yeah. When I love someone, I want to pamper them, cling to them, and touch them a lot... Is that bad?"
She shrugged her shoulders bashfully. Looking like a completely defenseless small animal, she possessed an allure that made me want to trap her right inside my hands.
"Who would ever say that's bad? I think it's a beautiful thing."
At my words, her face instantly lit up. In that moment, I knew for certain. Somewhere deep in her heart, she was craving excitement. And perhaps, I was the one who could give it to her.
After leaving the cafe, I offered to drive her home. After a brief hesitation, she nodded happily. Inside the car, amidst the quiet music playing, she suddenly and softly reached out to touch my hand.
"You are so kind, Mr. Nagai."
Her voice trembled slightly. Responding to that soft sensation, my hand gently squeezed hers back.
"And you are... incredibly lovely, Ms. Fujita."
Her face flushed bright red. That shy, embarrassed reaction only fueled my desire for conquest further. I pulled the car into a quiet, secluded alleyway.
"Shall we take a little rest here?"
In response to my suggestion, she nodded silently. Her eyes were already moist, as if she had completely made up her mind.
I reclined the seat and gently pulled her into an embrace. She let out a small gasp, but didn't resist. Her body seemed to tremble with anticipation.
"Fujita-san...is it really okay to do this?"
I whispered in her ear, deliberately feigning emotion. She closed her eyes and nodded.
"...Yes."
With her permission, I gently kissed her lips. Her lips were sweet and slightly warm. Seeing her reaction, I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She seemed hesitant at first, but soon accepted my tongue, intertwining it with mine affectionately.
"Mmm..."
Her sweet voice echoed in the car. That sound made me want her even more. My hands slid beneath her clothes, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. Her skin was young and supple. Her body twitched in response to the movement of my hands.
"N-no... you can't, Nagai-san..."
Even as she said that, she didn't stop my hand. Her contradictory attitude only heightened my excitement. I gently kneaded the curves of her breasts. Their tips were already hard.
"Do you feel it here?"
At my words, she blushed, closed her eyes, and nodded. Her defenseless appearance was irresistibly cute. I disheveled her clothes and put my mouth to the tip of her breast. She let out a small cry.
"Ah... not there..."
Contrary to her words, her body seemed to be enjoying my caresses. I slipped my hand under her skirt and touched her hidden parts. They were already wet.
"Hinata-san... you're so wet."
My fingers traced her secret place. She wriggled her hips and let out a sweet moan.
"No... stop... I'm going crazy..."
She was already losing her reason. I pulled down her panties and traced my fingers directly over her clitoris. Her body twitched violently.
"Ahh! There... nooo...!"
Her voice grew higher. Enjoying her reaction, I quickened the movement of my fingers. Then I felt her body tremble violently, and she reached her climax. She pressed her sweaty forehead against my chest, breathing heavily.
"Nagai-san... more..."
She whispered sweetly in my ear after calming down a little from her climax. Those words ignited my desire. I laid her body down on the sheet and lowered my pants. My excitement had already reached its limit.
"Hinata-san... may I put it in?"
She looked at me with moist eyes and nodded quietly. I gently spread her legs and positioned myself at her entrance. Then, slowly, I moved my hips forward.
"Ah... ahh..."
Her hot breath hit my ears. Inside her, it was hot and gripping me tightly. I couldn't suppress the pleasure welling up from deep within my hips.
"Hinata... amazing... it feels so good..."
I thrust into her slowly, but surely. Her body curved in a beautiful arc in time with my movements. The swelling of her breasts swayed. It was a sight I never tired of seeing.
"More... deeper..."
She wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me closer, pleading. Prompted by her words, I intensified my hip movements. The car swayed slightly in time with our movements.
"Ahh! Nagai! There! No! I'm going to come...!"
Her voice conveyed the premonition of her climax. I mustered my last ounce of strength and thrust into her deepest part. Her body arched like a bow, and inside her, she gripped me tightly. At that moment, I released everything within her.
"Hinata...!"
Only our heavy breathing echoed in the quiet car. After a while, I gently pulled away from her. She was gazing at me with a dreamy expression.
"Nagai-san..."
Her voice was content. I placed my hand on her cheek and gently kissed her. Her skin was wet with sweat and warm.
"...That was amazing."
She smiled shyly at my words. Her smile was content, yet somehow sad.
I drove her home and watched her get out of the car. She turned back and waved. I watched her until she became a tiny figure in the distance.
I started the car engine and headed home. The feeling of her skin and her sweet voice still lingered in my mind. Meeting her had added an exciting splash of color to my otherwise boring days.
However, at the same time, a rational voice whispered to me...
"But I'm just having fun."
She's married. And I'm a father with a family. This is just a momentary lapse in judgment. A fun game. A temporary comfort, taking advantage of her loneliness. I mustn't expect anything more. I mustn't let her sweet voice or pleading gaze disturb me. I told myself that.
The night view outside the window drifted by. As I watched the scene, I tucked the events of the day away in a corner of my mind. I would never forget it, but I would never delve into it deeply. That was my rule.
