Neighborhood Orgy - Chapter 31

Oh god, look at me.

It feels like I’m the one picking him up. I’m sure the girls at the other table think so too; they’re whispering and stealing glances over here. Sigh... I’ve been in a dry spell lately and work stress is at an all-time high—I guess I really am frustrated.

Still, "Excuse me, do you have a moment?" What was I thinking? I’m not talking to a subordinate. I wish I could have handled that with a bit more grace.

And yet, looking at the books he has open, I took him for a judicial apprentice or a rookie lawyer. To think he’s a middle schooler... it’s a shock. His build, his clothes, his vibe—no matter how you look at him, he looks like a working adult.

Plus, is that... cologne? He smells incredible. There’s something about that scent that feels like it’s sending me straight into heat.

Haa... it’s no use. When a woman hits her late thirties, just having a boy like this sit next to her does... this. But I don’t think I’m the only one. While he remains perfectly indifferent, keeping up the polite small talk, the trio of girls is eavesdropping on us. And why are the waitresses so focused on him? That girl earlier—"Let me know if there's anything I can help with"—is he a regular? His father is a lawyer like me, so maybe they stay here often.

As I was wondering, a man in a suit approached. "It has been a while, Master Yuu," he said. He greeted the boy warmly—"Hello, I hope you've been well"—and told him to take his time. Then he bowed deeply. "I heard there was quite a bit of trouble today. Ms. Aso will handle everything from here. We are truly sorry." Then he left. Is this boy a VIP? My curiosity is peaked.

He’s muscular, long-limbed, and has such a cute face. His voice is deep and calm. If I could get a boy like this to come to my room and just massage my limbs, I feel like all my exhaustion would vanish. But inviting a middle schooler any further than this would be a crime. A lawyer committing a lewd act with a minor? That’s not even a funny joke.

But... it’s okay to fantasize, right? I’ll burn the image of him into my mind. I’m certain that if he licked my "spot" or my nipples with that mouth, I’d arch my back and scream instantly. And if he stroked me there with those fingers, I wouldn't be able to hold back. I’d probably strip naked on the bed and beckon him over... Wait, I’m fantasizing too much. My face is flushed. I hope I haven’t slipped into my "woman’s face" while we’re just making small talk.

"You're a lawyer? That's amazing," he said. Such an honest reaction. His name was... Yuu, right?

"Is your name Yuu-kun?"

"Yes."

"I’m Mizumoto. Here is my business card. If you ever run into any trouble, anything at all, please contact me."

I’m so embarrassed by myself. Because in this short span of time, I’ve already imagined tempting him to my bed, spreading my legs, having him lick me, even the penetration... Ah, I’m too wet. I need to escape to my room, fast.

I only intended to give him my card—yes, just a professional habit. So why on earth did I write my room number, 2022, on it before handing it over?

"I'm so happy, thank you," he replied with a smile. I couldn't take the shame anymore and stood up to leave.

Once I was up, I realized I needed to settle the bill. I went to the counter outside the entrance and had it charged to my room. While I was there, I couldn't help but ask.

"That boy at the table... does he come here often?"

"Ah, um, yes. He’s a regular."

"Thank you."

I hurried to my room. The moment I get inside, I’m going to collapse onto the bed and indulge in myself without restraint, before the scent of that middle schooler, Yuu-kun, fades away. If I don't, I'll be a total space cadet during my evening meetings.

Haa... I want to be held by that lean-muscular body and be made to climax violently.

It’s poison for a woman in her thirties. I never thought the day would come where I’d understand the feelings of those bored housewives who have affairs with younger men. God, I’m too stressed. I need to go to a hot spring once this job is over.

But... if I were to coincidentally run into Yuu-kun at a Japanese inn? I definitely wouldn't be able to control myself then. Well, the chances of that are one in a million. Ah, that’s a good one. I’ll use that as "material" as I open and close my room door.

I fall onto the bed and start undressing bit by bit. In my head, the phantom Yuu-kun approaches me, stripping me, closing in to ravish me.

Ah, no, don't... ahh, if you touch me there... haa... There’s a sense of emptiness, but I can't hold back today.

For a split second, a memory from behind the "mental" Yuu-kun flashed back—the three girls at the other table. Their eyes were wide with curiosity as they watched me write my room number on that card.

Those girls... they aren't going to make a move on Yuu-kun after I’m gone, are they? No, given the way they were looking, they are 99% likely to talk to him. Ah, did I mess up? Maybe I should have gotten closer to him by talking more about law. But usually, I can maintain a proper distance... why is my sex drive so insane today of all days?

Before I knew it, two of my fingers were inside me, stirring deep within the "flood" down there. It’s been ages since I’ve been like this.

Yuu-kun looks like he’d be thick down there, too. I wonder if one more finger would fit... Haaa... I'm being made to go by Yuu-kun’s penis... being made to... ahh, how embarrassing... no, no, no... ahhhhhh! Hii, iiiii! Kuuuuu!

Haa... I really did it. My whole body is limp. What is this? I’m drenched in sweat just from that short session.

But I feel a bit refreshed. "The rest is for the shower," I muttered. If I looked in the mirror now, I bet I’d be wearing a huge smile. I straightened my back and headed for the bath.

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