Chapter 63: -Special: Three flowers on a balcony at night.

//Author:  3/3.  Just a special, but no less important.  Next update in half a day.  Main story resumes.//

After I had let Kouta-kun have his way with me, he fell asleep holding on to me like I was the most precious and fragile thing he’s ever owned.  Not that he owns me, but for some reason, I really love this boy.

I’m a late bloomer, I never thought I was sexy or anything, and I’m a big slob as well.  He simply doesn’t care.  When he looks at me, he doesn’t see that.  He sees a sexy adult, and a companion in arms.

He likes to look, and I like to be seen.

When he looks at me it’s like electricity.  And I can’t help wanting it until it burns me alive.  I’m glad I saved myself for him.  It makes it personal for me, especially knowing I got a piece of him first.  That’s why I love teasing that part of him the best. <3

I had to be careful slipping out from his hold.  I will crawl back in there a bit later.  I’m wide awake, since I only come alive at night, so I put on the bare minimum and enter into the living room, to head to the balcony to have a smoke.

In the living room, is the wife, Miyajima Kimiko, who has said it is fine to call her Kii-chan.  She spots me immediately upon exiting.

“Sounds like you had fun.”  She says in a knowing way.

“Did you watch?”

“Maybe.  I had two doors that were suspiciously left open enough to give me a view.  Is this a new hobby for people to do?”

“That might be my fault.  I’m the kind of person who likes to be seen… Some of that may have rubbed off on Hiromi when we lived together…” I admit to her.

“yare yare… What am I going to do with all these perverts around me.  Ever have a tail in your ass?”

…?

“I.. can’t say that I have?”

“Then don’t let Michio teach Kocchi anything strange about that cosplay stuff…”

…

“...I don’t think that has anything to do with cosplay, though. “

“Really?”

“Yeah.  That kind of stuff is…”

I don’t want to admit how much I know about stuff like sex toys and the like.  I’ve never used them, except for a finger vibrator for my clitoris.

“Anyway!  The sex was good, but Kouta is a good boy, and I’m a bad girl, so could I have a smoke from you?”

“Be my guest.”

Kimiko pops two out, brings her lighter, and we go out to the balcony so as to also talk a bit quietly without waking the others in the house.

…

“So, what’s the deal?  Did you know what was going on with Shi-chan?  Kocchi was… well, I don’t know too much about his moods, but he seemed almost broken.”

“No.  I didn’t actually know.  I came over after whatever it was that happened with him and Kanae, and she was just lying on the floor in the kitchen naked as the day she was born.  Just staring at the light on the ceiling.  I don’t know what was going on in her head.  I thought she had an accident, and I was going to call an ambulance, but all she said was ‘it’s not necessary.’ and sighed.   She didn’t even get up.   I looked for Shi-chan but she wasn’t around. So I went back to my house, then I got a text from Kouta, and then Hiromi.”

“Shi-chan has her moments of stupidity, for sure, but even this is a bit much for her to do.  Do you know every thought in her head is about that boy?”

“I’ve experienced it once or twice, her madness for him.”

“Really?”

“I watched her one night with him.  How she moved to please him.  I.. don’t think i could do that.  I just let him have his way with me, and enjoy it, sometimes Kouta-kun asks for it a certain way, and it’s fun… but Shi-chan can make him enjoy anything she does.  It’s a bit.. hurtful to my pride as a woman.”

“It’s not surprising.  I would believe it if she got the practice just so she could do that very thing for him.  Make him know all the pleasure he could ever want… anticipate his needs and desires.”

“...she’s a dangerous rival…” I say, feeling the real pressure of the legal wife I’m trying to usurp.

“That’s how I feel about Hiromi.” she says, as she feels her own power struggles, most likely.

…

“What about me?” comes a voice from behind us.

“Hiromi!” Kimiko says as she holds her chest in fright.

“Hiromi!  Looks like it took you a while!”

…

“It’s not easy to have sex in an actual costume.  The skintight suit is killing me, and I think I may have a rash…”

Kimiko suddenly laughs then gets poked in the ribs by Hiromi.

“It’s. Not. Funny!” she says with only a hint of seriousness before reaching over and taking Kimiko’s cigarette and having a drag.

suu~  ha~

“Oi, oi, I thought you didn’t…?”

“I don’t.  But the sex was good, and two important people are hanging out without me, so I thought I would join in the conversation the easy way.” Hiromi says casually.

“Well then, join away, we were just talking about difficult rivals.” Invites Kimiko.

“Difficult, huh?  Well It’s a tough world being an Idol so I can speak from experience.  The best thing to do with a rival, is to let them know what they can and can’t take of yours, and where the boundaries are.  Without them, the line between friendly rivalry becomes animosity.”  Hiromi says authoritatively. “Shall I demonstrate?”

“No thank you.” Kimiko says waving her hand from side to side.

“Then how about this. Join us anytime in the bedroom.”

Kimiko looks at her incredulously.

“Michio had such a great time that first Sunday, and I did too.”

“Hiromi! That was a special circumstance.”

“I know. I give you your space, you give me mine, but I also want to include you even on my time.  Because of Ruru here… I also enjoy a woman’s touch.”

Because of me?  I see Hiromi looking at me kindly.

“Yeah, because of you, Ruru.  I was missing Michio so badly, and then you came along… and I thought, if it’s with a woman… It would okay… you were so cute.”

“I just thought you were drunk and frisky.” I say flatly

Hiromi moves to me, and gives me a soft kiss on the lips, and then a warm hug.

“I never said it, but thanks for being there for me at that time.”

“Un…”  I missed Hiromi’s warmth.

“Kimiko, I think we need to at least have a night that’s all of us, once a week at the least.” Hiromi suggests.

“I’m not too good with women.”

“Then I’ll teach you, and hopefully, you can teach me about what Michio really likes.”

“If I teach you that, then you might really steal him away from me.”

“Then how about I steal you both?”

Hiromi is shameless!  But she kind of sounds like Shi-chan just now.

“Fine. But I better not see any decrease in meals.  And I still won’t do housework.” Kimiko complains.

“That’s fine. Wanna get drunk as shit later today and fondle each other for Michio to watch?  I’ve got a good cosplay outfit that’s comfortable to do it in.  I bet we can get him to order in some food, so neither of us has to do anything at all today, but be pampered.”

“Hiromi-chan~<3”

“Kimiko-tan~<3”

I feel left out. But the mood is good with those two.

“Ruru, how’s it going with the kid?” Hiromi asks me suddenly.

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“He’s pretty upset.  I’m thinking about running away with him, but I’m about as good as this one.” I point at Kimiko.

“Yeah, that’s true.  But this kid is sort of like Michio, right? So he’s probably prepared to pamper you, knowing full well already how you are.” Hiromi says intuitively.

“Yeah, Kocchi is very similar to Micchi.” Kimiko agrees.

“Then feel free and use my place for now, if you need to hide out.  Rent’s paid up for a while still, so consider it a honeymoon getaway. I’ll make you a copy of the key later on.”  

“Really?”

“Yeah.  At the very least, it’ll give him time to cool off.  I don’t think you are done with that girl yet.” Hiromi says analytically.

“I don’t think so either.  Shi-chan has only had one thought running through her mind in the two plus years I’ve known her. And it is simply ‘Kouta<3’ on endless repeat.” Kimiko states.

“Say, do you know about what happened with Kouta and Shi-chan a while back? It appears it’s something really important to her, but he doesn’t remember it.” I ask.

“Oh that?  Kouta said something incredible to her right after she went through hell.” Kimiko recounts.

Went through hell?  It reminds me of those three days with him and Kana-chan.

“Do you know what happened to her?” Kimiko asks me.

“It was some kind of sexual abuse.” I say, unsure, but remembering Kouta describe what happened when I gave him a bath after he lost his virginity to her.

“That’s putting it a bit lightly, actually.” Kimiko lowered her voice a bit. “Shi-chan was raped horribly by her mother’s boyfriend for hours, then left there alone in a hotel.  When she collected herself, she left the hotel, but she was completely out of sorts.  She collapsed a couple buildings away in an alley.”  

suu~~  puha~~

“Well Kouta somehow was there, and he had found her, and she was all freaked out.  She was talking about how she was a ruined girl now, and how no one would love her ever again, that she would be better off dying than trying to go on… dramatic shit at our age, understanding the world goes on,  but at fifteen it’s different.  So Kouta tells her everything that would calm and sooth a girl like that.  She tells him what happened, and he says something along the lines of, 

‘So what?  It happened, but that doesn’t make you an undesirable girl.  If you are worried, then how about I take responsibility for you then?  I’ll care for you, and marry you.  Any time you feel down, I’ll pick you up.  Any time you panic, I’ll be here to calm you.  Whatever bad things happen to you, that are out of your control, I’ll accept.  I’ll accept them when no one else will.  If you find yourself lost, then I’ll find you over, and over, and over again. Because you don’t deserve to be punished for something that isn’t your fault.  I know what it’s like.  My Onee-chan goes through that every day,  and I can’t stand it, not being able to do anything to help.  So let me shoulder your burden and become someone who can help you, when you need it the most.’

After that, Shi-chan came to learn his name, and they talked more as he carried her on his back to a nearby hospital.  He said he’d leave his contact information with the desk, but she tried calling it a few times and only got a lady who said to stop calling, she had the wrong number.”

suuu~  puha~

Kimiko stubs it out.

“Now, to you girls, that might sound pretty lame.  But when you’ve been victimized and someone says they’ll accept you no matter what, that shit sticks with you.  She sought him out everywhere!  For over two years, she looked and looked.  All she knew was his name, Kouta.  Just his surname, not his family name.  It was an impossible task, and she started to believe it was a hallucination at one point… until she actually met him here back at the beginning of summer break for school.”

“So, how did you meet Shi-chan, anyway?” I ask to clarify.

“At an abuse support group for women.  I too had some issues growing up, and I met her there one day… we became friends, and I got to know that it might have been better if she never met him at that time.

Of course, she looked different back then.  She was a cute reserved girl with little twintails, and long black hair.  I’m the one who suggested she image change, and with it she became a very outgoing gyaru.”

“Why doesn’t she tell him?” I ask, not understanding why she would keep it a secret from him.

“I don’t know, but I also know it’s not our place to.” Kimiko states quietly.

“If I run away with Kouta, what do you think will happen?”

“Nothing good.  But Shi-chan doesn’t have a limiter when it comes to him.  If she thinks he wants something to be happy, she will do ANYTHING to see he gets it.”

“...so, if Kouta wanted her to…”

“You don’t have to finish that sentence or any other along those lines.  When I say ANYTHING, I mean ANYTHING.  Because that idiot said he’d accept anything she ever did, whether she was in control or not.  Now do you understand?” Kimiko voices her opinion on the matter.

That is too much!  

I couldn’t even imagine…

“Anyway, Kocchi will have to own up to it at some point.  If he had said those things to me after my dad…  I’d hunt him down to the ends of the earth.” Kimiko sighs.

“Your dad?”  Hiromi asks.

“Aa.. I was abused by my father from the age of twelve, I had a boyfriend who dumped me when he found out I wasn’t a virgin after we had sex for a while, and then I ran away at sixteen and was abused by a lover I hooked up with until I was twenty.  Then I would back and forth between two different guys I knew until I met Micchi at a mixer my friends set up.  After that.. I noticed that those guys just didn’t fill the emptiness I had inside.  So, one day I got frustrated at Micchi who was always kind to me but never tried to make a move or touch me inappropriately…  I was pent up and frustrated, so I tried to just do it with one of my hookups, and go back with a clear head and guilty conscience, because I liked staying with him…  but I couldn’t.  I couldn’t sleep with either of the guys I had been sleeping with up to that point.  So I am at the end of my rope, and I find myself back at his place after three days of just… wandering around. I expected him to slam the door in my face.  He looked so mad, like Kocchi did earlier,  so I begged him to let me come inside.  I cried and told him what happened. Then he just took care of me again.  I couldn’t stand it!  So I raped him.”

…

“Then the fat shit puts a ring on my finger afterwards!”

Kimiko slumps onto the metal railing.

“I think I love Micchi because he’s more of a doting dad to me… what was missing in my life the whole time.” Kimiko laments.

I watch Hiromi give Kimiko a hug, and console her.

“If you .. if you had given him that marriage form.. where would I have gone?” She starts to cry...

Kimiko breaks down in hysterics.

Hiromi pulls her to the floor of the balcony, and just holds her tightly.

“Shh…  Then how about we look at it like this?  Michio is papa, I’ll be mama, and you can be our spoiled naughty daughter.”

The both of them laugh at the absurdity of it.

“Fuck off, I’m the legal wife.”

“That’s no way to talk to mama.  If you keep that up, I’ll have papa spank you.”

Hiromi gropes Kimiko.

“Hey stop!”

“Bad girl! trying to steal papa from mama, I won’t cook for you then!”

“Nooo~”

The two are engaged in some joke I can’t follow.

“... You won’t steal him?”

“I just want him to dress me up. It really was just about that.”

“You’ll get drunk with me a lot, and we’ll have lots of kids?  I’m really good with kids, you know?”

“Yes. I’ll have the boys, you’ll have the girls, okay?”

“Hiromiiiii~~”

Kimiko is crying into her chest.  I didn’t notice it at first, but she has about six empty beer cans on the table.

I guess they finally hit her all at once.

“I think the missus here is drunk, let’s get her back inside.” I suggest to Hiromi.

“Okay, but help me bring her to the bedroom.”

“It’s your night still…” Kimiko mutters.

“Shut up. I can rouse Michio to give you a good pounding. You could probably use it.”

“... that would be nice …”

So I helped Hiromi carry Kimiko to their bedroom.  I exit as quickly as I can, and return to the loving embrace of my Kouta-kun in the other one.

I’m left with the thought of having kids from Hiromi and Kimiko.  

Kids huh?

I’d like one too I think… one day.  A boy, for sure, because women are too much fucking trouble.

I wake Kouta up a bit, and wiggle my butt on his son.  I want another round.  I get it, then fall comfortably asleep in his arms.

(Special Secret:  Ruru found herself missing Hiromi afterwards, reminded by their time with that late night kiss.  She wondered if Kouta and Michio would be okay letting her play with Hiromi once in a while.  She would let any interested parties watch, of course!)

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