Neighborhood Orgy - Chapter 30

 Right. How did it come to this?

And why am I being scolded?

"Yuu-kun, you are a minor! You shouldn't just go following strange women around."

The person scolding me is Ms. Aso, the hotel concierge. She’s a petite, lovely woman with a ponytail and a cute pout—a truly beautiful older sister—but for some reason, she’s currently in a towering rage.

"And as for all of you, enough is enough! Bringing a minor into a suite for a 'photo shoot'... that is simply unacceptable."

"We’re sorry," everyone murmured, looking dejected.

"Violation of the Child Welfare Act, violation of the Youth Healthy Development Ordinance, and violation of the Child Pornography Prohibition Act... Honestly, I shouldn't have to say any more for you to understand the gravity of this, right?"

"Yes... we understand. We're sorry." Ayano-san apologized on behalf of the group.

"Ah, sorry, Yuu-kun. Modeling is fine, really. It’s just that these people never stop at just modeling."

Never? So they're repeat offenders.

And this time, because I was the son of a regular guest and someone they knew well, things ended up like this. Still, my body feels incredibly sluggish. I think I ejaculated too many times.

At the end, I feel like Ena-san squeezed every last drop out of me—I don’t even know how many rounds it was. I lost consciousness toward the end; according to Reika-san, my eyes rolled back and I passed out.

After that, apparently, everyone else went to play in the outdoor private pool (it’s heated for the winter), and while I was resting with my head in Reika-san’s lap, Ms. Aso arrived. When she saw me lying there naked with my head on her lap, she reportedly jumped out of her skin. Her anger is indescribable; it looks like they’re banned from the hotel for the time being.

I felt like I should say I’m sorry, but my mind was still in a haze.

I was abruptly woken up, dressed, and led out of the room by Ms. Aso—who is smaller than me—as she gripped my arm. Ena-san was smiling and waving at us.

Yeah... Ena-san is definitely the most dangerous one.

"Yuu-kun, what on earth am I going to tell your father?"

"Um, about that... please don't."

"Oh, don't look at me with those eyes. I have a weak spot for that face."

"Thank you."

I felt relieved. I didn’t want to cause trouble for my father or my stepmother. I’d tried to act normal (?) these past few days, but it was getting difficult. Seeing my distressed state, Ms. Aso thought for a moment and made a suggestion.

"Listen, wouldn't it be better if I looked after you for a little while? Your father has been very kind to me, after all."

"No, I couldn't possibly—"

"It’s fine."

Wait... what exactly is fine? I have a feeling that all my troubles start with this kind of "consideration."

First it was my neighbor Mayumi-san, then my homeroom teacher Ms. Honma, and now Ms. Aso... why is everyone so worried about me? My muscles ache all over and my willpower has evaporated; I can’t find the strength to refuse her, nor can I even pull my arm away from the much smaller Ms. Aso.

Despite that, a part of my brain began to revive my delusions. It’s no use—I’m starting to see Ms. Aso as Yulia, the busty AV idol that Mr. Mori loves. My sexual fantasies won't stop.

Because it’s a hotel, there are people everywhere. Just walking through the lobby, my eyes keep locking onto different women, and I feel like I'm going to get an erection just from the mental images. I’m becoming a total satyr.

As I looked at Ms. Aso—holding my arm in her cute hotel uniform—I realized she looks exactly like Hikari, another AV actress I like. My mind is already starting to ravish Hikari—no, Ms. Aso.

"My shift is almost over, so please wait for me in the café-restaurant over there."

I was led inside. Most of the female staff recognized me, greeting me with smiles. I was seated on a long sofa that ran along the wall of the rectangular room. To my left were three stylishly dressed women; to my right sat a woman in a suit, alone.

"It’s been a while. Are you alone today?" asked the waitress who brought my tea.

"Ah, yes. My father is stationed overseas, so I’m living by myself right now."

"Oh, I see. Isn't that hard for you?"

"It’s a bit tough, but I’m okay."

"If there’s anything I can help you with, please just let me know."

It’s just a social nicety, right? But after yesterday and today, that kind of phrasing makes me incredibly nervous. As I watched her walk away, I realized something: it’s no longer just that Mayumi-san "awakened" me. I can no longer look at any woman without a sexual lens.

If a beautiful, gentle woman told me "let me know if I can help with anything" in a private room—like if I ordered room service in this hotel—I am 100% confident I would misinterpret it.

Back when I only watched lewd videos, these would have stayed as mere fantasies without affecting my physical body so much. But ever since Mayumi-san took my virginity, I can only see women through the filter of beast-like lust. And worse, I’ve started to feel like women are looking at me with those same eyes.

I’m over 170cm tall, and with my build and atmosphere, clerks often ask if I'm "stopping by after work" when I go shopping. Ayano-san and Reika-san surely didn't think I was a middle schooler when they approached me today.

If I were alone with a woman, I might act weak on purpose just to be pampered. I’d hug them, kiss them, rub their breasts, and slide my hand under their skirt... but if I did that, Ms. Aso would get mad at me again.

However, this place provided no shortage of "material" for my overflowing delusions. There were so many women here—staff and guests alike, all of them stunning.

I have an hour to kill... what should I do to maintain my peace of mind? As I sipped my tea, I felt the trio of women to my left stealing glances at me. Don't react, I told myself. I pulled a book from my bag to pass the time.

As soon as I opened the book, the woman in the suit to my right unexpectedly spoke to me.

Did I do something? "Yes? Um... is something the matter?"

"Are you... a lawyer?" she asked.

"Ah, well, my father works in legal affairs, but... oh, I'm a student."

"A university student, then?"

"No... I'm in middle school."

When I said that, the woman—looking at her calmly now, she was a beautiful woman in her 40s wearing an elegant business suit—looked stunned.

"I’m so shocked! I’m sorry. I thought you were a colleague, so I spoke up."

"No, not at all. I take it as a compliment."

"Your father must have raised you very well."

"Yes, I believe so."

Even as we engaged in small talk, a corner of my mind was already playing out a fantasy of humiliating this sophisticated stranger. After all, the videos I love are the ones where women like her are Ravished by many men. I tried to suppress that part of my heart, holding back so my beastly urges wouldn't leak out of my skin.

But in my head, every single one of this lawyer's openings was being violated by a massive cock.

This is bad. Even after being milked that much, I’m getting another erection.

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