Neighborhood Orgy - Chapter 35

Monday morning. The winter wind made the sky look high and brilliant, but for everyone else, it was just the gloomy start of the work week. Right off the bat, Aoi-san—the petite, large-chested beauty sitting next to me—looked at me and said, "You look pale. Are you okay? Should I walk you to the nurse's office?"

"I'm fine, thanks. Just a bit short on sleep," I replied with a strained smile. She gave me a suspicious look.

She was definitely imagining me doing something "bad." And she wasn't wrong. Two nights before that, her own mother had ravaged me until I blacked out; I didn't even wake up until Saturday morning.

"Really, I wasn't doing anything. I was just studying."

"If you say so... but if living alone gets too tough, tell me. I'll do anything to help."

Anything. Why does everyone keep casually telling me they’ll do "anything"?

Sigh. Our homeroom teacher, Ms. Honma, walked in. I looked down to avoid eye contact, shielding my face with my hand. Behind that hand, I let out a mental groan.

Sunday. Thanks to the cleaning ladies, the house was spotless, but why did it turn into such a sleepless, exhausting day? First of all, why were both of the cleaning ladies gorgeous, large-chested women exactly my type?

That’s the problem. That’s definitely the problem.

It started almost exactly twenty-four hours ago. The doorbell woke me up. Startled, I checked my phone—it was 8:30 AM. Is it Mayumi-san again? Reina-san? Or Ms. Aso? I answered the intercom, and a woman’s voice said, "Kasumicho Cleaning Service."

I hurriedly threw on a T-shirt and jeans, ran downstairs, and opened the door. Standing there was a beautiful woman in a neat, navy-blue uniform. For some reason, the uniform's design emphasized her chest quite intensely. For a boy with a stubborn "morning glory" still lingering from sleep, the stimulation was too much.

Furthermore, she introduced herself: "I am Maki Honda, 36 years old. We received a request from your stepmother. It is an honor to serve such a wonderful, devoted son!"

Wait... serve? This is just house cleaning, right?

"My colleague, Mitsuko Shiomi, and I will be supporting your solo life from now on. Please, feel free to command us to do anything."

There it is again. Everyone is overusing that word "anything." Is it a trend? Like the way people used to say "please understand"?

Well, whatever. My stepmother definitely made the request, and knowing her, she probably gave them meticulous instructions, so I didn't have to worry about the logistics. My only worry was the "distance" between these two women and me.

Ms. Honda was on the shorter side—was she busty too? Ms. Shiomi was tall, with explosive curves and a tiny waist. At this point, I decided it was useless to resist. It’s bad for my health. I might as well accept my desires for what they are. Fine, I’ll admit it—I’m a total sex-crazed pervert. Admitting that to myself made me feel much lighter.

So, when they leaned in close to talk to me, I decided to just... be happy about it. Ms. Shiomi had a classic beauty’s face, while Ms. Honda had a "tanuki-face" with cute dimples—a lovely older sister type.

"Right... well, I don't really know much about house cleaning, so just do whatever my stepmother told you. I'll be in my room, so just call me when you're done."

That was all I could manage to say before retreating to enjoy some "me time."

I decided to define the last couple of days not as a disaster, but as a "magnificent experience for a male." I hadn't had time to savor the fact that I was no longer a virgin, so I decided to savor it now. To be moved by it.

Yes. I’ll be positive and stay calm. It’s not strange to get an erection for a beautiful woman or to have naughty fantasies. I forced my conscience into submission. My room was my sanctuary. It’s cleaning day, I should change the air in here, I thought, opening the curtains and the window.

Because of the way the houses are positioned, my window looks directly into Mayumi-san’s bedroom window next door. So, when I opened the window and looked straight ahead, it wasn't surprising to see her there.

Not surprising at all.

There was her back. The bra straps digging into her soft flesh... Mayumi-san was standing there wearing nothing but a pair of panties that were nearly swallowed by her voluptuous rear.

I was only peeking through a slight gap in her curtains. She wasn't facing me like an exhibitionist or masturbating wildly like before, but watching her like this—like a real voyeur—was somehow even more arousing.

Can I record this? I picked up my phone and aimed it. There’s a different kind of thrill here compared to when I actually attacked her.

As I filmed, Mayumi-san slowly turned to her right and lay down. I could clearly see her purple lace lingerie. The swell of her breasts, the exquisite, erotic softness of her stomach, and her hips... it was indescribable.

I wanted to show her this video while verbally breaking her down.

As my crotch swelled with these thoughts, there was a knock at the door. I set my phone on the desk and leaned forward slightly to hide the bulge as I opened the door. The petite Ms. Honda was standing there, holding Reina-san’s leggings and tank top in her hand.

Ah, Reina-san's clothes. I need to return those. At the same time, Ms. Honda asked, "These are women's clothes... what should I do with them?" Her voice had a spine-tingling shadow to it. I felt a chill, as if an indecent gaze were piercing through my back.

"Um, those belong to the neighbor," I answered honestly. Then I thought, Crap, and let my eyes wander. Before I knew it, Ms. Honda had closed the gap to within five centimeters of me.

"The neighbor? You mean... the person over there?"

She looked past me—she was definitely talking about Mayumi-san in her underwear behind me. "No," I said, but she just smiled. "I see. Someone from the back? The other side? Or perhaps one of the ladies across the street? I'll make sure they are laundered beautifully before you return them."

Ms. Honda’s smile was terrifying. Plus, the tips of her breasts were squishing right against me.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it. Please, tell me to do anything. Anything at all."

As she turned to leave, I’m certain her hand brushed lightly against my crotch. I nearly let out a small, pathetic moan of pleasure.

Was that my imagination? I wondered.

When I looked back, Mayumi-san was gone.

Haa... I can't do this. I started feeling a bit sluggish. Maybe too much blood had rushed to my lower half. Just as I collapsed onto the bed, the door opened again.

"If you give me the name of the owner, I can return these for you."

She startled me! "I-I'm fine! I'll do it myself!" I stammered, and she disappeared.

What was with that weird pressure? Between the exhaustion of the past few days and the sensory overload, I felt myself drifting off into a nap.

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