Neighborhood Orgy - Chapter 21

Um, how did it end up like this?

I was currently in a spacious suite on the top floor of a hotel, just a few minutes' walk from the cafe where I had been sitting. And for some reason, I’m being told, "Okay, take off your shirt."

There was a photographer, a crew, and a female model who was currently clinging to me. If I had to trace back how this happened, it started when I overheard a conversation from the next table: "Reika, you’ve always been a closet pervert."

Since I started living alone in January, things have been chaotic, but these past few days have been the most confusing of my life. I really need to get my pace back. I decided I should start by reading the books I borrowed from my dad. I figured I didn't need to go far, but staying at home felt like it would lead to more "trouble," so I headed to a nearby cafe.

It was more crowded than I expected. Ever since I hit my growth spurt in junior high, I’ve often been mistaken for an adult—especially in street clothes; people almost never take me for a student. I shook off those stray thoughts and tried to focus on my book, but the women at the table next to me started acting restless.

They were saying things like "What should we do?" and "We’re in trouble," so I assumed it was some kind of work crisis. Being a working adult is tough, I thought, turning the page. Then, I was approached.

"Excuse me, do you have a moment?"

I was startled. "I'm sorry to bother you so suddenly," she apologized.

She explained that they had a clothing shoot nearby, but their male model hadn't shown up. They were in a desperate spot with no replacement, and then they saw me and wondered if I’d step in. I thought, Why me? but they were desperate. "It’ll be over soon," "It’s right there at the hotel," they pleaded. 

The woman who spoke to me was a staff member and seemed genuinely frantic; the woman sitting across from her added, "I’m the model for the shoot. We’ll be shooting together, so please!" Two adult women were bowing their heads and begging a kid like me—I felt so awkward I couldn't say no. I let them lead me to the hotel.

I’d been to this hotel, the Britz-Car, many times with my parents. As we entered, the male staff greeted me with a smile: "Welcome back, sir." The two women glanced at me with looks that said, Are you a regular here? which was a bit embarrassing.

They took me to a penthouse suite. It had an oval living area, and beyond that was a room with an outdoor pool.

"Thank god, we made it in time!" 

"Well? What do you think?"

They introduced me to a woman who seemed to be the person in charge. 

"Yeah, he’s perfect. Great vibe—just like in the video." 

Video? I made a puzzled face. "Wait, Reika, you didn't delete it?" 

"Sorry! I'll do it later!" The three of them whispered amongst themselves.

I scanned the room, wondering if the pool was heated since it was winter, and admired the luxurious interior. A male and female stylist thanked me for taking the job on such short notice and ushered me into the bedroom-turned-dressing-room.

"Um, what is this?" I asked, hesitating. 

"It's a new line of underwear. Try them on. It's a lifesaver having a guy with a physique like yours nearby. Do you model? Are you freelance? Are you a friend of Reika's?" They chatted away, but I didn't understand a thing.

Wait, the shoot involves being naked except for underwear? This is basically a men's underwear shoot?

This is way too embarrassing. I tried to decline, but the woman in charge came in. 

"Wow, wow! This is great!" she said, patting my chest and abs. 

"You're like a pro. Well-trained... as expected."

As expected of what?

"Sorry for the trouble. We'll finish up real quick, so please, I’m counting on you." She practically bowed in prayer.

I sighed internally and went back to the living room. A full photography crew was setting up. I really was going to be photographed in my underwear. I did as I was told, changing into multiple pairs of briefs and holding various poses—mostly just standing there as directed while they snapped away.

When I thought it was finally over, someone said, "Okay, let's bring Reika in now." The woman from the cafe who said she was a model appeared from the other bedroom in her underwear.

We're shooting together? That's a bit much... I thought. But they kept barking orders: 

"Hug her arm!" 

"Get your faces closer!" 

"More like you're lovers!" 

I whispered to Reika, "This is too close," but she was a pro and didn't seem to care. 

"Sorry for the trouble," she whispered back while maintaining her model expression.

The shoot dragged on until evening. I was exhausted just from standing in front of people. I was sitting alone on the bed in the waiting room when Reika came in to thank me.

"You were a huge help." 

"No, uh... was it really okay? Me?" 

"Yeah. Everyone's happy; they said the shots came out better than they would have with the original model."

I nodded, though I figured they wouldn't actually use photos of some random kid like me. I asked, "Are you a professional model?" She laughed. 

"Well, I'm still a university student. It's more like a part-time job." Looking at her smile, I realized again just how beautiful she was.

Everything had been so sudden earlier, and I was so embarrassed to be in my underwear that I hadn't really looked at her; I’d been averting my eyes. Mostly because, given how I've been lately, I was afraid my fantasies would run wild and my lower half would cause a disaster.

But now, I found myself staring at Reika, who was wearing cute, lacy pink underwear. She was so pretty... So this is what a college girl looks like in her underwear. And here we were, two of us alone in a bedroom.

This is bad. My lower half is getting dangerous.

"What's wrong?" Reika sat down beside me. 

"They're just packing up now, so wait a little longer." 

"Okay." 

"Hey... are you really a junior high student?" 

"Yeah, second year. Um, did I tell you that?" 

"Sorry, I overheard your conversation with the clerk at the cafe earlier."

Ah, so that was it. She had curly, shoulder-length hair and her makeup was so feminine and pretty. She looked up at me from below, her figure hidden only by black underwear that showed off her perfectly soft-looking chest... No, the fantasies are starting!

"You know... I was a little sad thinking you weren't interested in me at all." Reika placed her hand on my thigh. "Am I not attractive to you?"

She angled her body toward me, and her eyes drifted to my crotch, which was bulging significantly more than before.

"Um, I'm sorry." 

"For what?"

I tried to hide myself out of embarrassment, but she looked pleased. 

"Oh, it's gotten bigger, hasn't it?" She moved her hand from my thigh to the top of the bulge. 

"It's so big," she said, giving it a little poke.

"Hey... can I see?"

She giggled while I turned bright red, unable to find an answer. Before I could say anything, Reika pinched the waistband of my underwear and pulled it back. My member, which had been pinned down, sprang out with force and became fully erect instantly.

"Ah! It's so thick. Wow, I've never seen anything like this." She leaned in to stare at it intently.

"Um, this is probably not okay..."

I tried to back away, shuffling backward until I ended up lying flat on my back on the bed. My member, half-out of my pulled-down underwear, stood tall toward the ceiling.

"Don't worry. I asked them not to let anyone in for a while, so it's fine." 

"But isn't this... bad?" 

"Hmm... well, when you have a body this wonderful, and you're in a hotel suite, and the entire crew is made up of beautiful women... for a man, isn't this what they call a 'feast laid out before you'?"

I realized just now that there weren't any men on the crew. Wait, did the male model really 'not show up'? As I was thinking that, Reika did something that exceeded my wildest imagination. She sat down right on top of my standing member and inserted it directly into her pussy, raw.

I didn't even have time to be shocked. The warm, melting sensation made a low groan escape me.

"Just putting it in made me almost peak... Yu-kun, your cock is dangerous."

No, YOUR behavior is what's dangerous! I screamed in my head.

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