Neighborhood Orgy - Chapter 20

 The video my friend showed me on her phone was insane.

"That’s... a hidden camera, isn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But I’m not sharing it with anyone."

"You should probably delete it."

"But, but look..."

The phone screen showed a bathroom from an overhead angle that was unmistakably a voyeuristic shot. In it was... well, I don’t know if "divine" is the word, but this is wrong. Those pecs, those abs... and most of all, the sheer size of what was below.

"Delete it. Now."

I gave my friend a firm command. If something like this leaked to the public, not only would this guy be a victim, but my friend would be "cancelled" into oblivion; her social life would be over. And by extension, so would mine, just for seeing it.

"God, Reika, you’re such a goody-two-shoes."

"Call it 'risk management.' I'm just prepared."

"Spoken like a true aspiring lawyer."

"So, look... I deleted it, okay? But... can you look behind you for a second?"

"What? Is someone you know there?"

I turned around toward the register and—there he was. That man.

What are the odds of a coincidence like this? The real thing was right there, buying coffee. He was nearly 180 cm tall, lean but muscular. His coat... was that vicuña? No way, surely not. But wait, is he a professional? The bag he was carrying looked like a classic legal briefcase. Is he in the legal or medical field? I found myself staring as it became his turn and he started talking to the girl behind the counter.

"A grande, please. Yeah, hot. I’ll pay by card."

My friend whispered, "That’s a black card. An Amex Centurion."

How on earth is your eyesight that good?

"Is this for work?" the clerk asked. I can't blame her; I'd probably ask too.

"Oh, uh, no. I'm a student."

"A university student?"

"No... actually, I'm in junior high."

The clerk was so stunned she forgot to hand him his receipt.

This is disgusting. That is a junior high student? What kind of genes and what kind of environment produce something like that?

I let out a sigh and turned back to my friend, only to see her holding up her phone. "Are you seriously filming him?" She laughed and said it was just a "sudden impulse." I scolded her: "Stop that habit of yours."

Then, since there were no other open seats, he happened to sit down right next to my friend just as an older lady got up. It was a disaster. She was fidgeting like crazy. Honestly, weren't all the girls in the shop stealing glances at him?

I sipped my latte, and a text message popped up from the friend sitting right in front of me.

<Should I talk to him?> <Don't. Leave the poor guy alone.>

I've known this friend a long time, but lately, her "carnivorous" tendencies have been getting out of hand. That hidden camera video—she probably took it at some gathering she was invited to. After all, she lives out in Saitama.

I live in the neighboring Shibuya ward, but even so... once he took his coat off, that upper body clad in a black turtleneck was just too sexy. Is he really a junior high student? Or is he like this because he's a junior high student?

Still... what he pulled out of his bag and started reading... was that a book by Karl Larenz? No way. No one reads that nowadays, let alone a middle schooler. Nobody even knows who that is. And that legal bag—it looks quite old. Maybe it belongs to his parents?

"Reika, you're staring too much."

"Ah, hahaha... sorry." To be fair, he didn't seem to notice his surroundings at all.

Haaah... What is this? I’m starting to feel strange. Have I been frustrated lately? Yeah, I think I understand the cause. It’s only natural after seeing that in a video like that. Biologically speaking, I am a healthy woman, after all.

"Your face is red."

"It is not."

"You've always been a closet pervert, Reika."

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