Kicking a Woman in the Face Right from the Start
Chapter 1: Kicking a Woman in the Face Right from the Start
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a snowy landscape.
No, wait—it was a white comforter.
Perhaps because the sunlight was streaming in so brightly, I could sense its whiteness even while lying under the comforter.
“This isn’t the comforter from my house.”
Did I drink too much yesterday? I can’t remember who I was drinking with.
As I slowly pulled back the comforter, I saw a pure white, smooth, domed ceiling.
“Are you awake?”
I heard a woman’s voice.
A tone and inflection I’d never heard before—soft and gentle, yet elegant.
But was I hearing things?
It sounded very close, but when I looked beside me, there was only a tiny space and a tightly packed shelf.
“Master?”
The answer was next to the bed—and underneath it at the same time.
The woman was crawling on all fours across the floor, as if she were a dog.
Our eyes met.
Her small face had only the basic features—eyes, nose, and mouth—yet she was different from other women. Even though her eyes were the same as anyone else’s, they were as beautiful as jewels.
Her surreal sky-blue hair swayed gently. It was different from a cosplay wig or even dyed hair. If this were dyed, this place would certainly be worthy of welcoming me as a guest.
“Who…?”
Just then, the woman climbed onto the bed.
Her kimono was unbuttoned at the top.
Her full breasts swayed as she straddled my stomach. I could feel that soft weight through the sheets.
She rested her chin in her hand and looked down at me. A seductive, relaxed voice reached my ears.
“Araara~♡. Master, what a refreshing morning.”
“Ara ara~”—a phrase I’d only ever heard in Japanese anime.
Her voice was so lovely that, before I could even feel any sense of incongruity, I thought to myself, “What a treat for the ears.”
But what followed was different.
Not only was she blatantly wearing a kimono, and her face gave off a distinct air of being a Japanese woman, but the way she pronounced “Master~” was completely native Korean.
This mysterious woman spoke in a voice that sent shivers down my spine.
“Did you sleep well? I fell asleep a little late because I was thinking about you, Master. Hehe, you’ll have to take responsibility for that~♡.”
“Re-responsibility?”
“Yes. Take responsibility, Ma-ster~♡.”
Just as her luscious lips parted and her slender hand reached out—
“Hey, Sayoko!”
A sharp voice rang out. Even though it sent shivers down my spine, I didn’t mind hearing it.
This time, it was a beautiful blonde Caucasian woman. A busty cheerleader with blonde hair who looked like she’d stepped right out of a teen movie.
No, actually, she wasn’t the type to appear in a teen movie. She was too pretty, but her breasts…
They were so enormous that even though her cheerleading uniform—which was supposed to be “modest” even if it exposed her stomach and thighs—didn’t look modest at all, and every gaze was drawn to them.
“What are you doing right now? Why are you clinging so tightly to Master? Get away from him right now!”
“Why is Jessica so mad? I’m just saying hello to Master. It’s different from mindlessly shoving my chest in his face like you do~.”
“What? What’s wrong with my chest! Master totally loves boobs, doesn’t he? Right? Isn’t that right?”
As she said this, she puffed out her chest as if showing it off. Her confidence jiggled up and down.
Without even realizing it, I almost replied, “Yeah, you’re right.”
Perhaps sensing my expression, she smiled and ran over.
Instead of the team name, the word “JESSICA” was stylishly emblazoned on the chest of her cheerleading uniform.
But the uniform didn’t provide enough support,
so her breasts—even more voluptuous than those of the woman called Sayoko—bounced precariously.
Wow….
Wow….
Wow….
In the blink of an eye, she pressed herself against me.
The moment she grabbed my arm, a large, soft mass pressed against my arm and side…
I couldn’t collect my thoughts.
“Look, look—see the look on Master’s face right now? He likes it too!”
“Well… Maybe he’s just surprised?”
“What?”
“Maybe he froze because you suddenly ran up to him.”
“Maybe so?”
Surprisingly, the blonde woman, Jessica, seemed to accept this explanation; she grinned and leaned against me.
“I guess you like me enough to freeze up. Right, Master?”
Her beautiful face filled the corner of my vision, casting a shadow over mine,
The soft, squishy, fluffy sensation on my arm.
“Master? You like it, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.”
I barely managed to hold back the urge to say that. Just as I was about to regain my composure and speak, she didn’t wait for my answer.
“See? I knew it. Master likes me the best, doesn’t he?”
“…Hehe. Is that so? Then I guess I’ll just have to ask Master directly. Who he likes best. To be fair, we should stand a little farther apart.”
“No way! You’re the one who should get off Master’s body. Why are you telling me to get off?”
Rub, rub.
Jessica’s breasts pressed against my arm, while Sayoko’s body pressed against my chest and stomach.
Their beautiful faces filled my field of vision, each with a smile of her own unique charm. Their delicate hands caressed my chest and shoulders.
Just as I was losing my mind in front of these two stunning beauties, beyond Jessica—next to the bed, the floor began to tremble.
Something was wriggling. It resembled a peach….
A large butt covered by a black skirt.
Even though the fabric wasn’t particularly form-fitting, the contours of her butt were clearly visible. My gaze drifted there without my realizing it. Any man would do the same.
“Master… you’re awake.”
…Next, I saw her black hair and a face as delicate as a bride’s. She was wearing a white outfit that looked neat but clung to her body in a peculiar way.
Earlier, she’d been on all fours with her head bowed, so I’d only seen her butt.
Now that she’s lifted her face, the outline of her butt isn’t… completely hidden—it’s visible on either side of her head and above it, like a halo.
“Sorry I’m late. Jessica was blocking my way…”
“What? Why is it my fault that you’re slow?”
“Exactly. It’s not Jessica’s fault, right? If Mirelle had come out a little earlier, there wouldn’t have been a problem.”
As Jessica bristled, Sayoko added with a laugh.
Even though they’d been arguing just a moment ago, they’d naturally formed a temporary alliance and were now ganging up on the newcomer.
Her eyes darted rapidly through her black hair. Her shoulders slumped.
“I’m sorry. I’m just not as quick-witted as Sayoko-senpai.”
“…Oh my, Mirelle. When have I ever been that shrewd?”
“Sayoko-senpai is always so perceptive. To a degree that neither I nor Jessica-senpai can keep up.”
At that, Jessica sprang to her feet like a coiled spring.
“What? Wait a minute—did you just diss me?!”
“Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I phrased that weirdly. Why would I ever ignore Jessica-senpai? She’s just as perceptive as Sayoko-senpai—I just momentarily forgot.”
“Hmph. That’s more like it.”
Unlike Jessica, who simply raised her nose in a haughty manner, Sayoko kept the corners of her eyes serious while only her mouth curved into a smile.
Mirelle also seemed to be gauging the situation with an awkward smile.
The atmosphere felt a bit off, but being away from Jessica’s large, white, soft, and fluffy “intelligence-reducing agent for men only” gave me a little breathing room.
“…Um.”
They all looked at me. Staring right through me.
For a moment, I felt the same kind of tension as if I were giving a presentation in front of an audience, but it wasn’t bad. I actually like that sort of thing.
“Could you all step back for a second?”
At those words, Sayoko immediately pulled away from me and rolled under the bed. Even though it must have hurt, she didn’t let out a single scream; she settled right on the floor and bowed her head. It was the dogeza I’d only ever seen in pictures.
Jessica also moved completely away from me and knelt on the floor. She clasped her hands together in front of her chest and looked up at me with a gaze that stirred my protective instincts.
Mirelle… was lying completely flat on the floor.
In this cramped space, she’d forced her body to stretch out, pressing not only her forehead but her entire upper and lower body against the floor… It looked less like submission and more like she’d collapsed or fainted.
Amidst all that, her large buttocks jutted out prominently. Even though she was clearly motionless, they stood out as if a caterpillar were wriggling beneath the skin. Her face was that of a demure young bride, but her body was truly grotesque. I suppose that’s part of being a young bride, too.
…Ah. As I stared intently (it definitely wasn’t because of her butt), it dawned on me. This is a five-body prostration. I’ve seen it on the news. Though I have absolutely no idea why I’m on the receiving end of a five-body prostration.
Just as I was standing there in a daze, they spoke up.
“Please forgive us, Master. We’ve been so rowdy since this morning, haven’t we? A vulgar female who thoughtlessly thrusts her chest at you only tires you out, you know~♡.”
“What? No, shut up. Sayoko! Didn’t Master tell you to get off because you were sitting on him too heavily for no reason! How is that my fault?”
“Mirelle just watched Master from afar and offered her greetings. It was Sayoko-senpai and Jessica-senpai who were rubbing up against him on their own.”
“Hey, what did you just say? Why are you talking like that? You’re really getting on my nerves.”
“Did I say something wrong? Why are you getting mad at me when it was the seniors who messed up?”
The sight of the girls lying face-down in front of me like well-trained puppies (though Jessica was just on her knees), arguing and fighting with each other—
Even that scene was beautiful, like a work of art, but it did break the spell a little.
I turned around and swung my legs off the bed.
I’d been so distracted by the girls that I hadn’t fully realized it—this wasn’t a room, but the inside of a vehicle.
A caravan, I think they call it? It’s a long, narrow camping trailer designed for living in, but it doesn’t actually move.
There was a sink, a table and chairs, and all sorts of things—from shelves to a vanity—packed tightly together. It even had an air conditioner, and photos and film rolls were hung here and there on the walls. I was in the front of the caravan, on the main bed, where the large window let in an overwhelming amount of sunlight.
“Hmm….”
Up to this point, it felt like reality, but when I looked down, the scene was hard to believe.
Somehow, three girls had managed to squeeze into this tiny, tiny space, and they were sitting in seiza, kneeling, showering me with cuteness, and even prostrating themselves before me.
It’s not like I threatened them with a knife—I just told them to back off for a second.
My head was throbbing.
If you ask me whether I like it or not, of course I do, but what on earth is going on? Is this a dream? A hidden camera prank? This scale is completely unrealistic. Did they mistake me for someone else? Is there even someone on Earth who looks like my handsome face?
I scratched my head and asked—in an informal tone, for now.
“Sayoko? You just fell. Are you okay?”
“Huh? Oh… Of course I’m fine. As expected, Master is so kind to his beloved sow♡.”
“?”
“Beloved sow”? Is she being sarcastic? About herself?
Sayoko smiled happily, while Jessica turned to look at her, her eyes blazing with jealousy. Mirelle also seemed a bit flustered.
I guess I should clear up this misunderstanding first.
“I’m glad you’re okay. That’s a relief. And I’m not mad. Actually, I liked it when you guys… showed some physical affection. I liked it. It was awesome.”
I said it with a bit of deliberate exaggeration. I’d honestly expected Sayoko and Jessica to be happy to hear that.
“Ah, aah….”
I hadn’t expected Mirelle to rush at me with dead eyes, as if she’d been sentenced to death or pushed back in a life-or-death battle.
“Master, I can do it too! I can be good at physical affection too! Please let me do it too! Master! Please!”
As she said that, she ran up to my foot and pressed her lips against it.
“?!”
Startled, I moved my foot and ended up kicking Mirelle in the face. Pretty hard, too.
“Oops, are you okay?”
Fortunately, her face was still intact. She had a red mark on her forehead, and her pretty eyes were glistening slightly, but…
“Master. I’m fi—fine. I dared to rub your foot with my dirty face. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Please don’t throw me away. I’m still useful—I’ve got a big butt, too….”
Just then, I heard laughter.
“Hahahaha! Mirele, you really are a sight to behold. You got a proper beating. I mean, just how much must the Master have hated you to kick you away like a bug? See? I told you so. I told you to know your place and stay quietly tucked away. It would’ve been so much better if you’d just crawled around pathetically in a spot befitting a bug.”
“Heh heh, it’s no good to be so pushy with the Master like that. If you act cocky for a mere animal, you’re bound to get punished. Mirelle, you need to learn to keep your distance from the Master a little better. By the way, Master, is your foot okay? It’d be a real problem if your foot hurt from bumping into a ‘thing’ like that~.”
Far from worrying about Mirelle, the two women were mocking her.
Not just Jessica, but even Sayoko—who must have been in pain from falling off the bed just a moment ago—was doing the same.
Even though I was the one who hit it, my voice rose without my realizing it.
“What are you two doing? Someone almost got hurt—is that all that matters to you?”
They all froze. Jessica, who had been openly mocking me; Sayoko, who had been subtly criticizing me; and Mirelle, who had been on the verge of tears—all of them.
It was none other than Mirelle who looked up and asked in return.
“What do you mean by that? Who else is here besides you, Master?”