15 Days
Mori Masahiro pointed at the map with his finger as he spoke.
"Tonight during the festival, we'll split into two teams. We'll decide the teams in a bit… One team will cover the shrine. The other will roam the village taking photos. I know none of us is thrilled about wandering this freakish place, but if our circle is going to avoid getting disbanded, we need results."
Nobody wanted the circle to dissolve.
Everyone gathered here was milking this club for all it was worth. Japanese universities required club activities, and this one was far more lenient than the rest. Show up a few times a month, and even then you could sit around playing phone games without anyone caring.
All they had to do was make it look like they were vaguely studying Japanese festivals for the university.
As a fourth-year, Mori probably doesn't give a damn what happens to the circle… but the others do.
The third- and second-years wanted to keep coasting until graduation, and the first-years had barely gotten a taste of the easy life yet.
"…No solo wandering. Stick together. Remember that."
Mori Masahiro's plan wasn't finished. Now came the real part. He glanced around for no particular reason, then spoke with even more gravity than before.
"Tomorrow at five in the morning, we leave this village."
Fudo Jun beside him showed no reaction, as if he'd already known. Everyone else was a different story.
"Leave the village? How? Didn't you say the road below is wrecked and flooded?"
Nakagami Risa frowned as she spoke.
I could tell she wasn't happy about the idea of leaving.
We were stranded here. The villagers were strange—nothing overt, but something about them set your teeth on edge.
Flip it around, though. The village was just as isolated. The residents were up to something shady and didn't want outside help. More than ten people had died in the middle of the night and instead of raising a fuss they were busy covering it up.
For Nakagami Risa and me, it was the perfect backdrop for murder.
"This is a mountain. The road connecting to the village is convenient, but we don't need it. We can go down through the mountains. It'll be rough, but doable."
"What about wild animals? You said there are bears around here."
"You really think we'll just bump into a bear? And that came from the villagers—hardly a reliable source. We take the mountain paths down. Once we reach the road below… getting back to the city won't be hard."
"Down the mountain paths… Are you sure that's safe? This mountain's huge."
"Humanity's strength is tools. There's useful gear in the warehouse. With that, getting down won't be a problem. Anyone opposed?"
Mori Masahiro scanned the group.
Silence. Even Nakagami Risa couldn't openly object.
"Then it's settled. Tomorrow's going to be busy, so get whatever you need ready in advance."
They divided the teams.
Team One: Mori Masahiro, Fudo Jun, Aizawa Nachiko, Nebata Noriko, Minewaki Jurie.
Five people. Minewaki Jurie wasn't confirmed—she'd locked herself in her room and refused to come out. Mori claimed he'd apologize and talk her around, but… I doubted it. She'd probably only show her face quietly around dawn tomorrow when we were actually escaping.
Team Two: Nakagami Risa, me, Wada Kyoshiro, Hagawa Ryoko.
Four people. Instead of the shrine, we'd roam the village taking photos. The assignment was like this because Nakagami Risa had pushed for it. Mori didn't argue; he just accepted her demand.
Two guys, two girls. Given that anything could happen, it was a decent balance.
The festival started at six in the evening, so we had time to kill. What to do with the leftover hours? The answer was simple. This goddamn countryside didn't even have a proper computer. The only entertainment left was sex.
Hagawa Ryoko approached Seong Yujin while he was alone.
The man who had raped her had been ignoring her lately. Under normal circumstances she should have been glad, but instead she felt uneasy. He was too unpredictable.
If he just kept lusting after my body and clinging to me… at least his intentions would be obvious and easier to deal with.
Fifteen days.
That was the deadline Seong Yujin had set with Hagawa Ryoko.
Until those fifteen days were up, she was his sex partner. Or rather, that was the polite term. In reality she was little more than a sex slave.
Is he planning to break the promise?
Seong Yujin stared straight at Hagawa Ryoko as she stood in front of him. His gaze dropped to her lower abdomen, as if he could see right through her jeans to the pussy underneath.
A jolt.
She ignored the sudden stimulation in her lower belly. Her sex grew hot and itchy, but she wrote it off as her imagination.
"Are you planning to break our promise?"
Seong Yujin, who had been wearing a blank expression, let out a short laugh.
"You show up out of nowhere and start talking about what?"
He reached for her. His hand slipped under her top, tugged her bra down, and gently kneaded her breast. His fingers flicked her soft nipple. Feeling it stiffen as if it had been waiting for him, Hagawa Ryoko bit her lip and flushed.
Ironically, being groped actually calmed her down.
This bastard's still just a woman-crazy Chosenjin.
Her pussy itched, but she ignored that too. It was just a woman's involuntary reaction.
"There's not much time left until the fifteen days are up. You're not going to wait until the end and then stab me in the back, are you?"
"You got anxious just because I haven't fucked you lately? Cute."
"Don't be ridiculous! I was only worried you might break the promise! You Chosenjin!"
Hagawa Ryoko reflexively raised her palm. But she couldn't slap his face. Seong Yujin had her sex video. No matter what he did, she had to crawl for him.
She let out a sigh and lowered her hand.
"I've been busy lately. I haven't forgotten about you, so stop worrying."
Seong Yujin yanked her by the waist and pulled her in. The distance between them vanished. Watching his face draw closer, Hagawa Ryoko hesitated.
…My body's already filthy. Is there any point in resisting?
In the end she didn't turn away. She accepted his kiss.
There was nothing of the delicate, lingering kisses from dramas or movies. Kissing Seong Yujin was filthy and vulgar. He rubbed his whole mouth against hers, writhing his tongue, mixing their saliva. She couldn't tell whose spit was sliding down her throat.
Slurp, schlick, smack, suck.
Hagawa Ryoko felt her head grow light. She was floating. Just a kiss, and pleasure was spinning her vision. When she came back to herself she was greedily sucking on his tongue. Unconsciously she rubbed her thighs together. Her pussy was unbearably itchy.
"Hah… haah…"
"You're better at kissing than last time."
After the kiss ended, Hagawa Ryoko tried to glare at him. But she couldn't put any force into her eyes. His saliva-wet lips looked sexy.
…Sexy? A Chosenjin? Th-there's no way.
The thought that had slipped out unbidden left her flustered.
Seong Yujin crouched in front of her. In one motion he yanked down her jeans and panties and admired her pussy up close.
Unlike Nakagami Risa, she had a thick bush. The flesh beneath the hair was soaked. Hot moisture and the scent of a bitch in heat rose from it.
Without hesitation he buried his nose and mouth in Hagawa Ryoko's pussy. He licked the petals and drank in the flower's scent.
"Ugh, hngh… ahn."
Hagawa Ryoko bit back the moan that tried to burst free and twitched.
It was strange. Strangely good. Just having her breasts fondled, a filthy kiss, and her sex licked, and her vision was flashing white.
Kyoshiro… Kyoshiro…!
She tried to picture the face of her childhood friend and crush, Wada Kyoshiro. But the once-clear image grew hazy, and Seong Yujin's face rose in its place.
Hagawa Ryoko hastily abandoned the thought. The moment she did, the tongue lapping at her sex became the clearest sensation in the world.
"Hnnnngh, haaaaaah…!"
She didn't last long. Arching her back, legs locked so she wouldn't collapse, she climaxed. Squirt, spurt-spurt. The juices shooting from her pussy slapped across Seong Yujin's face.
He stood up. Seeing the mess on his face, Hagawa Ryoko squeezed her eyes shut. The sticky fluid was one thing, but the hairs stuck to his cheeks and nose were mortifying. She knew exactly what those hairs were, which made it worse.
"Heh. Next…"
He was going to tell her to lie down or get on all fours. She started to move into position before he even finished speaking.
Maybe he'll make me suck his cock… Sucking a Chosenjin's dick is humiliating for a Japanese woman, but… I don't have a choice.
She swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth without realizing it. She tried hard to pretend the drool was just a coincidence.
"Later."
"What."
Seong Yujin wiped his face with the back of his hand and walked right past her. Hagawa Ryoko almost grabbed him on instinct, then froze. She should have been glad he wasn't fucking her, yet she felt a pang of disappointment she couldn't suppress.
While she stood there flustered, Seong Yujin had already left her line of sight. He was heading for the warehouse. Hagawa Ryoko let out a complicated sigh and fixed her clothes.
"Ryoko."
Wada Kyoshiro approached from a distance.
"Kyoshiro…"
"Ryoko. What's with that face?"
"What's wrong with my face?"
"You look like a little kid who just had her toy taken away. Ah, just kidding. Don't get all serious. We've got time—want to grab some tea?"
She had been about to say of course when she spotted Nakagami Risa heading toward the warehouse. Without thinking she turned down his offer.
"Sorry. I've got things to do before the festival. Need to pack, too…"
"Ah, right. We leave tomorrow. I should pack as well. See you later, then."
Wada Kyoshiro went into the men's lodging. Hagawa Ryoko pretended to head for the women's side, then doubled back toward the warehouse. Born into a ninja family, she expertly erased her presence and approached the warehouse window. What she saw inside made her eyes go wide.
Seong Yujin and Nakagami Risa were both naked, and Nakagami Risa was meticulously licking Seong Yujin's asshole while he lay face-down on the floor. Having barely ever watched porn, the sight hit her like a truck.
Th-they're dating and they're this filthy…!
She had always looked up to Nakagami Risa a little. Unlike a country bumpkin like herself, the other woman was city-born, stylish, even worked as a model—the picture of a modern woman.
But this…
She was licking a Chosenjin's dirty asshole while fingering her own pussy. Unlike Hagawa Ryoko, sticky fluid was dripping steadily from her smooth bare sex.
Nakagami Risa didn't stop at the rim. She moved her mouth lower, took his balls into her mouth, and stroked his cock with her hand like she was milking a cow.
The scene was so raw that Hagawa Ryoko couldn't look away.
And the most shocking part of all—
Nakagami-senpai doesn't look like she hates it.
Nakagami Risa kept circling the Chosenjin's anus until she milked an orgasm out of him.
The instant he came, she laid her head on the floor and caught his load with her face. Covered in cum, she wore a lewd smile and licked the semen from her lips.
That Nakagami-senpai…!
She still hadn't noticed that her own sex was growing hot.