Neighborhood Orgy - Chapter 43

It has been a month since I started living alone for the first time.

A lot has happened, but I’ve finally managed to find my rhythm.

The temptations from my neighbors, Mayumi-san and Reina-san; the alluring duo of housekeepers who come every Sunday; my classmate Aoi-san; my homeroom teacher Ms. Honma; the person I’m always indebted to and whom I adore, Maria Kuroishi (Aoi’s biological mother); and lately, Ms. Mori, whom I can’t seem to take my eyes off of.

At first, I ended up going "all the way" with everyone and felt depressed, thinking I was some kind of sex-crazed monster. But now, I’ve learned to deflect their advances in moderation and maintain the chastity of my member.

However, for some reason, it bothers me that the less I use my dick, the more everyone else seems to be drifting toward the "pervy" end of the spectrum.

Despite that, two months have passed. The latest mysteries involve me occasionally spotting a woman who looks like Ms. Mori coming out of the apartment building across from mine, and the fact that the lovely, petite ponytail-sporting concierge from the hotel where I got scolded for the orgy—Ms. Aso—has moved into that same building. Apparently, she’s sharing the place with one of the housekeepers.

Amidst all this, I’m striving to live a normal daily life.

This morning, the world is a snowy landscape. The forecast predicted it, but it’s been years since it’s actually piled up like this.

I put on my boots and decided to take the long way to school through the park since the scenery was so nice. I saw some elementary schoolers playing in the snow.

Then, through the hushed silence of the snowfall, their small voices drifted into my ears.

"I heard a pervert woman shows up around here." "What's that?" "A naked lady. Mommy told me to be careful. The teacher said so too." Words quite unsuitable for elementary schoolers were being tossed around.

By "pervert woman," did they mean a nymphomaniac? And "naked"... so the winter classic: the "Naked Coat."

An idea flashed through my mind. No way.

I thought of the lady next door, Mayumi-san. She’s medium height and curvaceous. She supposedly has a husband, but I never see him; they seem to be living apart. She has a voluptuous body, with breasts that sag just the right amount and erotic fat on her waist and hips. Above all, she’s a bold woman who tempts me by wearing no underwear or showing up with absolutely nothing under her coat. I’ve fallen prey to her many times.

I’d like to believe you kids are outside her target range, I thought.

Still, as I walked, I remembered that female molesters actually exist, drawing from my own experiences. I gave a wry smile, realizing I was heading to school thinking about things that were the polar opposite of this pristine snowscape. But then again, I remembered the time Reina-san—the neighbor on the other side—delivered a package. I had answered the door wearing nothing but a coat myself.

At that time, I had been watching a voyeur video of Mayumi-san masturbating while I was naked, and I had just thrown on a coat to rush downstairs. Reina-san—that tan, healthy, foreign-looking older sister type—ended up pouncing on me.

Later on, her middle sister, Shinobu-san—a tall woman with long black hair and the melancholy air of a young wife—came by on a weekend to return the coat I had lent Reina.

"I'm so sorry. My sister did something strange to you," she apologized. I turned beet red, and seeing my reaction, the sister fell silent too.

"U-Um, I am Reina's younger sister, Shinobu. I'm twenty-six and married, so I'm only at my parents' house occasionally. But, well..." She suddenly started introducing herself. "Well, I heard from my sister that you're... um, so 'strong' that you could make someone pregnant instantly."

What kind of conversation was that?

"Um, what exactly did Reina-san say?"

"Oh, you're close enough to call her 'Reina'? In that case..."

No, no. Using her first name doesn't necessarily mean we're "close" in that way. Is this woman a bit spacey?

"Then I’ll be blunt. My sister said if you and I did it, even someone like me would get pregnant right away. So today, I came here hoping to... ask a favor."

What is even happening right now?

Crossing the snowy park, I shook my head at the memory. The reason it came to mind was that if Reina-san—with her nipples poking through her tank top and her pussy-slit clearly visible through her leggings—was an exhibitionist, her sister Shinobu-san was a nymphomaniac on a whole different level.

Could it be Shinobu-san? I wondered, thinking of the schoolkids' rumors.

I’ve reached a point where I can control my sexual desire calmly. It’s like my libido was a bone-dry sponge that got soaked in a massive amount of "female essence" over those few days; it was overflowing then, but since that Sunday, it has settled into a state of moderate dampness.

I’m sure I turned down Shinobu-san’s request firmly, but... why did it end up like that?

"I really want to skip school today," I thought, and that’s usually when I attract something strange.

And then, "it" came walking toward me from the other side.

It was Ms. Mori. Even through her red trench coat, her "Yulia-esque" massive breasts, tiny waist, and foreign-style hips were impossible to hide.

Thinking how much of a dead ringer she was for the AV actress, I greeted her: "Good morning, Ms. Mori."

She looked puzzled for a split second. When I asked what was wrong, she suddenly cried out, "Aaaaah! Are you Yuu-kun?" For some reason, it sounded like a question. She grabbed my coat sleeve. "Let’s go somewhere nice with Big Sister," she said, pulling me along.

I felt like I’d been in a similar situation when I was little. But wait—was Ms. Mori always this overly familiar? I found myself being dragged away from the snowy park and toward the shopping district.

"Look, I just made this."

She pointed ahead. At the top of the stairs leading to a basement, there sat a tiny snowman.

The only thing that made it different from a normal snowman was the black collar around its neck.

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