Amai Wana de Torokasete Vol 1 Chapter 1

「Bewitched in this Sweet Trap」
Attractive. Lovely. Cute. s.e.xy and etc. There are many compliments one can get
when it comes to looks, but not a single one of them is ever mentioned to me. You have
pretty eyes. Your smile is quite nice. Do people ever tell you that you look like an actor
or something? I don't have any memory of receiving even a single word of compliment
from anyone. Instead, I'm so sick and tired of hearing the opposite words: dim, primitive,
ugly, stupid, dense, idiotic. If they're going to talk behind someone's back, they should do
it so that the person himself doesn't find out about it. Since they don't feel the need to
hide it, it’s all out in the open. Rather, it seems like they talk about it in order to make me
hear it. But I'm not bullied, so it's not a problem to call attention to. In other words, to get
straight to the point: I think nothing of it.
s.h.i.+romoto Tomoya: second year high school student, 167 cm, 50 kg. Of course
not only do I not have a girlfriend but I am also a virgin. Ever since I was in elementary
school my report cards always had remarks like: 'I'd like for him to have a little bit more
positive att.i.tude' and 'He's somewhat lacking cooperation and obedience’. Even if I
changed the content of the report cards a little, I had to deal with similar comments from
the teachers.
“s.h.i.+romoto.”
I put the textbook in my bag and turn around to see who had called me from
behind. It's Satomura Rieko, showing off her slim, long legs from under her skirt that is
shortened up to the very limit the school rules allow it to be.
“I'm sorry, I have something to take care of today. So......can I leave?”
Satomura claps her hands together in front of her face, displaying a praiseworthy
att.i.tude. Because of the attendance order, Satomura and I are on day-duty today.
Otherwise, Satomura never has such an att.i.tude towards me.
“s.h.i.+romoto, is it okay?”
“......It's fine.”
“I'm glad! Thanks then!” Presuming to have finished her duties, she quickly runs
off, skirt fluttering, to her friends. 
Satomura is probably saying this right now: “I can't work with s.h.i.+romoto. It's
nice with Emi. And with Ienaga!”
When Iida Emi hears that she answers, “That's okay that you didn't finish dayduty.
I'm glad, actually! s.h.i.+romoto is idiotic.”
“That's true, but I'm so happy when I'm on duty with Ienaga!”
I don't actually hear the girl's conversation, but I'm pretty sure that’s what they’re
saying. I avoid Satomura and Iida's eyes as they leave the cla.s.sroom laughing, and then
steal a glance at Ienaga, who is pleasantly chatting with several people by the window.
Not only is Ienaga Masami a second year, but he's also the idol of the entire
school. I heard that he was scouted by ‘the Street’. He has long limbs because of his
slender figure. His hair is so silky that it is any girl's envy, and he doesn't have a single
pimple on his face. He has a cheerful personality that's liked by everyone and his grades
are pretty good too. He can also exercise on his own account. Because of the setting sun
s.h.i.+ning in from the window, Ienaga's hair and shoulder coat are dyed orange, and in my
eyes he looks as if he is basking in a spotlight. I force Ienaga out of my mind as I sit,
hunched over, in a seat on the corridor's side running my pen over my planner. Finally,
after I date it ‘November 1st’, I take the planner I had just finished writing in and head to
the faculty room. When I return a few minutes later, Ienaga and his friends are still at the
same spot. What are they talking about? Their laughter carries across the cla.s.sroom. As
I'm cleaning the blackboard, out of the corner of my eye I see that Ienaga shuts the
window and it looks like he is finally going home. He leaves the cla.s.sroom surrounded
by friends. It gets late so I also leave the cla.s.sroom too. I pa.s.s through the main front gate
and head towards the train station. About 200 meters ahead of me I see the backs of
Ienaga and his friends. They're walking a bit slow so I can't help but pa.s.s ahead of them.
But, instead of taking notice, they ignore me.
As always, it's the same thing, boarding the same train. As the train shakes me, I
peek over the shoulders of a group of people who are having a pleasant chat. Has it only
been 10 minutes? Coincidentally, not only do Ienaga and his friends always get off the
train when I do, but they also walk the same way as me. However, today a middle-aged
salary man also gets off with them; they drag him along with incredible force. What in
the world is happening?! I also get off the train, but simply out of curiosity, I secretly
pursue after them. Usually, I overlook such behavior but the air around Ienaga and his
friends is out-of-the-ordinary. They head towards a bathroom. Ienaga and his friends go
inside and I quietly peek in from the outside.
“Old man!! How dare you touch me with your dirty hands! You violated my a.s.s,
what the f.u.c.k are you gonna do about it?!” Ienaga is the one yelling. He is cussing so
much; I would never have thought such a beautiful face could utter such words. His
expression is also very cruel that it is by no means imaginable to belong to the usual daydreamy
Ienaga. Three people push the man around from all sides.
“Wha- what do you mean I touched you......!”
The man begins to sweat, cowering, desperately making an excuse, but with his
appearance it's hopeless to believe him whatsoever.
“Hand over the groping charge or else you'll get tormented as compensation!”
At Ienaga's words, one person from the group s.n.a.t.c.hes the man's briefcase and
fishes inside it. Even as the man tries to stop them, he's being restrained by the other two,
so he has no choice but to become silent.
“Wow, pathetic. Only 30,000 yen (~$300)? That p.i.s.ses me off. I don't get much
for getting felt up, do I?!”
He takes out the paper bills and casually throws them down the toilet simply
because he has use for them. It seems like the man doesn't have any energy to resist
anymore and just stares inside the toilet with hollow eyes.
“This rotten, motherf.u.c.king h.o.m.o!! This isn't over. I'll get my money next time I
see him.”
Ienaga and his friends throw the man down on the dirty tile floor and leave the
bathroom, laughing. I immediately take cover, holding my breath until they're gone.
When I'm alone, I finally relax. I see the man siting, dazed. Did this man really molest
Ienaga? I didn't see it, but even if he had done it no one was sure alarmed by it. I decide
to believe Ienaga's words since it is Ienaga. But it had been surprising how Ienaga looked
down on that man. His words and glare – full of ridicule – felt to me like I had seen the
idol's other side and I become a little bit delighted. I had been caught-up in an illusion,
thinking that Ienaga was distant from me, as if he were above the clouds. But now,
somehow, he suddenly became closer to me. Somehow, it seems like he had failed. 
* * * *
The molester incident – that's what I call it. I thought back to it many times after it
had happened after school exactly one week later.
* * * *
“s.h.i.+romoto, do you have a minute?”
Ienaga taps my shoulder with a smile playing upon his attractive face. I'm not
surprised. Up till now we hadn't even had one millimeter of contact, so I expected we
wouldn't have one now. I’m petrified, not understanding why Ienaga is talking to me, as I
follow behind Ienaga, enticed by him. The destination is the audiovisual room on the
corner of the 3rd floor. Students hardly come up to this floor after school as it is lined up
with cla.s.srooms for special usage. Ienaga opens the door to the audiovisual room. He
urges me inside and I go ahead into the cla.s.sroom. The three groupies who are always
with Ienaga are waiting inside the room. They were with him during Ienaga’s molester
incident the other day. The door closes behind me. When the trio doesn't utter a sound, I
turn my gaze to Ienaga.
“You're disgusting. What are you staring at people for?”
“Huh?”
Cold sweat runs down my back. I'm about to say that I don't stare, but the words
won’t rise up in my throat. Ienaga throws me a glance that was directed at that molester
before.
“You know what I'm talking about! You secretly followed behind us and spied on
us.”
“..........”
“You know, that time in the bathroom at the train station.”
Blood rises to my head.
“I......I don't know......!”
Even if I desperately shake my head, my tone of voice reveals that I am lying, and
in addition to that, Ienaga doesn't look like he had planned to listen to my excuses from
the start. The sneer playing on his beautiful face grows stronger.
“You're just like that pervert!! You look at Ienaga and think up perverted things,
don't you?” One person out of the three shoves my shoulder.
“Tha- that's......!”
“Don't say such disgusting things,” Ienaga is the one who immediately denies the
statement and curls his lips, truly disgusted.
“But you don't know what dirty things he's thinking!! This guy is precisely a
pervert; fantasizing repulsive delusions in his head.”
“Stop it. How can I stand s.h.i.+romoto fantasizing about me? I mean… don't look at
me with such a glum look! It's disgusting, it makes me sick!”
I am pushed from the front by Ienaga, and staggering at my feet, I fall on my
backside.
“Stuuuupid.”
Even though I am loudly laughed at and surrounded, I can't stand up. The only
thing I can do is silently wait for the many hours to pa.s.s.
“You probably say 'Aah, Ienaga is sooo dreamy!' every night, don't you?”
“Or, this: 'I want to be Ienaga, I want to be molested too ~ !' right?”
I am the same as the salary man. I can only silently a.s.sent to this.
“You're hard even now, aren't you? Hey, let's take off his pants and see!”
“He probably has a permanent erection anyway. Hey, hold him down there.”
I finally come to my senses as both of my hands are plastered to the floor.
“......No! NO!! ......Stop it!”
I flap my legs, struggling, but it's not much of a use as the belt around my pants is
unfastened. Ienaga folds his arms, grinning, as he is about to give instructions.
“After you strip him, spread his legs. Let's take a look at this glum pervert's d.i.c.k.”
I'm bombarded with these words that send a chill down my spine and I begin to
panic more and more.
“Sto......p!”
The hook on my pants is unfastened and right after that my pants are tugged
downwards. Suddenly, there is a sound of the door opening and the trio jumps back from
me.
“Is something wrong in here?” Someone comes in. I turn my back to the door,
relieved, as I fix the hook on my pants and my belt with trembling hands.
“No, nothing. I was told to come and discuss a small matter, so I reported here,”
Ienaga answers. He is believable all the way up to his facial expression and his extremely
smooth tone of voice.
“Oh. Ienaga?”
“Yes. Mr. Kuroki, you know me even though you're the first year's teacher? I'm
so happy!”
Is it a teacher? But it looks like it's the first year's teacher, so I don't know that
name. Under these circ.u.mstances, I'm just glad that it's anybody. If this person gets me
out of this situation, he is a savior to me.
“I know everyone, don't I? And you're famous, Ienaga,” says the teacher called
Kuroki.
“That's not true~! You're much more famous Mr.Kuroki. You're popular, teacher.
You're so cool!”
“Thank you.”
I have to take this opportunity to run away. Even though I'm thinking this, my
legs are shaking and I can't stand up. Meanwhile, they are talking to the teacher.
“Anyways, if you have a matter to discuss, do it outside of school. Your voices
can be heard outside and someone might think you're getting s.e.xually a.s.saulted by being
told to come here. Especially you, Ienaga. Be careful.”
“That's horrible, teacher. I'm a guy!”
“Recently, it seems it's dangerous even for guys......Look, hurry on home. I'm
locking up here.”
“Okay. We're gonna go now~”
On Ienaga's words, like a signal, one of the guys grabs my shoulders and forces
me up.
“Is that boy sick?”
“No,” although Kuroki asks him, Ienaga answers calmly and without the least bit
of shame. “He received a huge shock and is heart broken. He was crying just a few
minutes ago, right, s.h.i.+romoto?”
It's impossible for me to answer. Upon leaving the audiovisual room, I – with my
chapped lips – allow myself to be dragged along by them.
“Bye, Mr. Kuroki!”
“Sure, be careful going home.”
We leave the school like this. Ienaga hands his bag to his groupies, like it's
natural. As I stand at the end of the line, I wait for the right time to escape, but when I
think of what kind of things I'd have to face tomorrow if I run away, I hesitate carrying
out that plan.
“Aa~h, we got interrupted!! But it was Kuroki, so it's okay, isn't it?”
I don't understand what he means at first, but I figure it out through the
conversation following after.
“Kuroki has the hots for you, Masami,” says someone, and the other two agree as
Ienaga laughs happily.
“Really? You think so? Well, I don't know if I'd forgive some other guy, but if it's
Kuroki, I forgive him.”
It appears that the teacher, called Kuroki, measures up to Ienaga's standards. What
kind of teacher is Kuroki? I don't understand what part of him is different from other
teachers.
“Woah, that's a problematic statement right there! You turning gay, Masami?!”
“Idiot. It's common to be bi nowadays. I told you not to say nasty things.”
He insulted the perverted man by calling him a rotten h.o.m.o and yet now he says
it's common. It looks like Ienaga really likes the teacher called Kuroki.
“By the way, what should we do with him?”
We had just walked up to the train station when one of them remembers me. I
immediately shrink with fear.
“Oh yeah, him,” Ienaga answers, uninterested. But then he thinks-up some kind of
an excellent plan and pastes a thin smile on his face.
“The best thing would be is to have the same thing done to him, right?”
I don't understand what he’s talking about. I stare intently at his awfully happy
smile.
“Lets have him get molested.”
“......!” I'm at a loss for words as an outburst of laughter echoes around me.
“That's impossible! Who'd want to molest a guy like him? There's no molester
who has such bad taste!!”
“They won't see his face when it's crowded. Besides, old men say anyone will do
as long as it's a high school student.”
The conversation they're having, while leaving me out from it, makes me feel like
there's a drum roll beginning to beat inside my chest. The beating is so loud that it's
difficult to pick up their words.
“s.h.i.+romoto,” Ienaga looks at me, full of contempt. “This is an order. From today
on, you're gonna get molested and steal money from them. Each time, you're going to
bring us 10,000 (~$100) every day for evidence. Every day. Do you understand?”
“......That's!” This is definitely impossible. The molesting too, but there's no way I
can bring them 10,000 yen every day. “I - I can't......” I plead with them wholeheartedly,
shaking my head.
But there's no reason why Ienaga should comply with me.
“Shut uuuup. When I tell you to do it, you do it. I'm looking forward to tomorrow.
10,000 yen.”
Right on his last word, the train pulls up on to the platform and Ienaga and his
friends get on. At this time, it is clear even to me: Ienaga doesn't care one bit about the
molester. In the end it's all about the money. What should I do? I can't pay out 10,000 yen
every day; I get that much per week. Should I steal my parent's money? If I don't, then
the only thing there really is left to do is fool the molester and steal from him. But I feel
like I can't do either of those plans as I sink down on a bench and end up watching the
trains pa.s.s on by. I come to my senses when I see a group of people dressed in suits turn
up on the platform. It looks like it's the salary men's time to commute. What if I have
someone out of them molest me? That's what I fantasize, and I swallow, unconsciously.
It's not the issue with whether or not to get molested, Ienaga showed me the other day
that if I scold a supposed-molester, the plan would succeed. I don’t know for sure if 
Ienaga had any contact with the molester at that time, but because Ienaga said it, it
became so. The train comes to a halt. Being shoved by men in suits, I go into the train
car.
I'm pressed from behind and I move towards the center until I reach the front of
the door. Is this the beginning of the rush hour? It's quite crowded. Now, even if I say 'it's
a molester' in here, there's no person here who can declare that it's a lie. I think this, and
then realize that I forgotten the most important thing: I don't look like Ienaga. Even if I
scream that there is a molester, there is no doubt that everyone would surely think it's
some kind of a misunderstanding. I will be the one embarra.s.sed instead. I quickly cool
my head. The plan will end up completely ruined with this. If even a trick was no good,
then there's nothing to do but to provide 10,000 yen myself.
Salary men surround me and I bite my lip. After this, I will go home, open my
top most drawer and count how much I have left from my New Year's present money;
then look at the balance on my pa.s.sbook. But I know I can't get my hopes up too much,
since I had just recently bought a laptop computer. My parents’ wallet is no good either.
If I take out 10,000 each time, surely they would find out in a few days. Thinking as hard
as I could, a good plan did not come to light. The reality is that this is shockingly the
worst situation ever.
I can't object, or seek advice from anyone; in the end I have to continue handing
over 10,000 yen to Ienaga every day from now on. Ienaga doesn't care one bit whether or
not I steal the money from the molester, seeing that he doesn't ask at all how I get the
10,000 yen. In short, I have a depressing realization that I'm probably just an 'easy target'.
“Thank you. Tomorrow too, please.”
I secretly hand over 10,000 yen in the bathroom today too. When he receives the
money, Ienaga doesn't care about me anymore so he leaves quickly.
“Will you go to karaoke?”
I hear their voices and can't help but sigh. Counting the weekend today is the fifth
day. I calculate that I had given Ienaga 50,000 yen (~$500). It’s a fact: I'm supplying
money to Ienaga and his friends for their enjoyment. Ridiculous. What in the world did I
do to them? All I did was accidentally witness the scene of Ienaga blackmailing and I 
didn't even tell anyone about it. But even if I think it's ridiculous, I can't go against him
and they know this too.
Tomorrow it'll be 60,000 and the day after tomorrow it'll be 70,000. I don't even
know when I can stop paying. It can't be that I have to continue paying Ienaga forever
like this until I graduate? I exit the bathroom five minutes later and leave the school
behind me, dragging my heavy legs. I head towards the train station. I don't do any club
activities or have any place or friend to stop by, so as long as I don't have anything to do,
I board the train at the same time I usually do; it’s like being stamped by a seal which
marks my everyday life. Somehow, it seems stupid. Neither fun things nor exciting
things, everyday there is nothing. In the mornings, I wake up on time then go to school.
When I'm done, I just go home at always the exact same time. Exciting things had never
happened to me, but I had never faced such a horrible misfortune before and yet suddenly
it happens. What went wrong? Was it because I was a little curious? Because I fantasized
in my head?
- Isn't he s.e.xy lately?
- He's gotten so cool all of a sudden, what happened?
- Ienaga doesn't stand a chance against him.
I certainly fantasized things – like being surrounded by cla.s.smates and meeting
my soul mate. For those reasons, I have always noticed Ienaga and that's why I had
gotten off from the train out of curiosity at that time.
The train pulls up on to the platform. I start to get off the bench but stop. The way
things are now, I'm about to just go home, throw myself down on my bed and fantasize
again. And then, I'll have to worry about how long I'm going to continue paying out the
money. Would a molester molest me since anyone will do for him? I'd rather be felt up a
little than nothing. I get comfortable on the bench again and casually observe the
surrounding people as I wait for the rush hour. The number of salary men increases. The
same train which came at this time one week ago stops on the platform. I get off the
bench, let myself be swept inside, proceed all the way into the center and stop in front of
the door. There's a small jolt, and the train begins to move. 20 minutes until I get off the
train. Outside the window, the sun has completely set and everything is covered by night.
I meet a face in the reflection of the gla.s.s; I realize it's ugly and try to look away. It's me 
in the reflection. My hair is so unkempt that it covers my eyes. My face is white and
lacking energy. My thin shoulders stand out even while wearing a uniform.
Then it happens at that moment, when I finally look down, unable to keep looking
at myself.
“..........!”
I feel something creeping around my a.s.s. My heart gives out a huge leap and my
neck breaks out in a sweat. It can't be. No, it wouldn't be. Surely it's just a bag of the
person behind me or something that's b.u.mping against me and if I tried to grab it, I'd be
embarra.s.sed. I breathe deeply over and over. But my heart continues to beat rapidly. If I
raise my head, I'd definitely see what's happening behind me, but I can't do even that.
Before I had dropped my gaze, I had seen only a black coat. Unable to make a single
move, I keep telling myself that it's a bag. Meanwhile, something still creeps around my
a.s.s. It's a bag. It's definitely a bag. There aren't that many molesters, and doing such a
thing to me, of all people, is unlikely.
“......Hya!” I almost cry out because the thing that's supposed to be a bag pinches
my b.u.t.t cheeks with painful force. “......Uuh!”
I chew on my lip intently. It's not a bag. It's a hand of the man standing behind
me. On top of that, the hand is rubbing my a.s.s as if it owns it. It grabs me only once and
after that, ma.s.sages, strokes, and caresses. It's touching me as if estimating my worth.
Sometimes, a finger pa.s.ses up and down my crack. I want to say stop, but somehow I
can't. The hand becomes adventurous. I stand my ground with both hands plastered to the
door and the stranger, who's standing so close to me as if hovering behind me, glues his
body heat to mine.
I have to exclaim ‘it's a molester’. No, I have to grab his hand and drag him
outside! Even though I'm thinking this, instead of speaking, my feet turn to jelly and are
frozen on the spot. When I look left and right, out of the corner of my eye I just see a
person listening to music on his headphones, a person staring absentmindedly outside,
and a person fascinated with their cellphone. It doesn't look like anyone cares about the
stranger. Everyone thinks only about themselves on this crowded train.
“......Aah......!”
The hand leaves my a.s.s and travels around me to my chest. It enters the front of
my blazer, feeling around my s.h.i.+rt and my throat vibrates unconsciously.
I hear a soft chuckle and it feels surprisingly hot behind my ear. I'm about to twist
my body and run away when the fingers sharply twist my nipple.
“Sto-......!” I cry out for the first time on that moment, but it's too faint and
helpless. His fingers pinch me many times. Meanwhile, I realize that my nipple has
turned hard. He ma.s.sages the tip of the erect nipple with his fingertips and sometimes
picks at it. While this is happening to me, I feel a sharp wave of heat awaken inside my
body and my groin can't help but tingle.
“Ah......no......!”
What's going on? It's painful to breathe. I'm suffocating, like I had been standing
under a blazing hot sun for a long time.
“......Fuu! Ngh......!!!”
He ma.s.sages my nipple over the fabric and I feel like I can't control myself or
keep still.
“Ah......uh......Nnngh!!” It seems that I'm crying out, but just a while ago it
seemed like my throat was covered by a lid, or something, and I couldn't even say a
single word. Now, if I relax, it seems like my voice would escape from my throat. On top
of that, my voice will not be ordinary. I'll definitely cry out with an awfully embarra.s.sing
voice.
“What's your underwear?” All of a sudden, I hear a small whisper near my ear.
“Trunks or briefs? What's the color?” It's a low, soft voice and somehow sweet.
“......Fuu......ngh, nngh!!”
“Answer me. Which one is it?”
“Bri......efs......”
“What's the color?”
Umm...... What am I wearing today.....? Oh, that's right. They're white with a navy
blue elastic waistband.
“Whi......te.”
He squeezes my nipple so hard that it hurts. Even though he's only rubbing me
with his fingertips it gets hard; I can't stand the feeling of being rubbed through the
fabric.
“Ah, uh......no......!”
“Does it feel good, having your nipples toyed with? You've gotten really hard
inside your briefs, haven't you?
“......No......!”
“Liar. You're all wet. You're spilling out all this c.u.m from the tip of your
p.e.n.i.s......It's going to stain your briefs if you keep this up.”
Even though I don't think he's right about that, I remember the shame of being
ridiculed. When I twist my body, it feels slippery and wet inside my underwear, just like
he had pointed out.
“No......no......!” I gently shake my head in denial. This is weird. He's only toying
with my chest. On top of that, the unknown man is a molester.
“Ah......ngh!”
I get s.h.i.+vers down my spine, the moment I realize it's a molester. It's not Ienaga
but me who is getting molested. Ienaga and his friends said that there is no molester
who'd make me his partner, but they were wrong. There is someone who is doing
whatever he pleases with me right now. This stranger is touching me in this cramped
place and interrogating me.
“Are you excited? Such a lewd body. You're honest and look naive. What a s.l.u.t
you are.”
“Don't......say that.”
“It's the truth, isn't it? I know, should I teach you a lesson here? You meet a
molester and feel good. You're a very naughty boy.”
“Noo......!”
“It's necessary to punish a naughty boy who makes his pee-pee hard. Well then,
what should I do?”
“......Stop......it.”
It turns hot deep inside my body when he lowers his voice inside my ear and licks
it. It's not clear to me whether this is repulsive or embarra.s.sing. I hear a dry buzzing 
sound. This sound is my zipper. About the same time I swallow; the fingers force
themselves inside and push down on my bulge that looks as if it's going to pop out of my
underwear at any moment.
“......Uuguu......!”
“It's gotten so big. It really is wet in here. It looks like it's going to drip all the way
down your legs.”
“No! ......No......!!”
Both of my hands are shaking violently as they cling to the door. If they slip from
the sweat, I will definitely crouch down to the floor.
“Aah......! Uugu!”
Even though I don't want this, a pleasant feeling runs throughout my body right
from the spot that’s being rubbed. It looks as if I'm going to cry out at any moment, so I
clench my teeth and endure it.
“Ngh......uugu......”
Tears well up in my eyes. When I'm on the verge of letting them out, the train,
that was gently rocking back and forth until now, stops and my body lurches forward.
Right away, a high school student sitting nearby puts his cellphone in his pocket and
stands up. The door opens behind me. It looks like I arrived at the next train station. The
hand moves away and I relax. Suddenly, my arm is grabbed and I end up being dragged
out of the train. The man forcibly leads me up the stairs, through the crowd of people, and
heads to the train station's bathroom. Strangely enough, I'm not all that scared, but I am
confused.
“Uh......um......!” I get pushed inside a cubicle. The man locks the door and turns
back to look at me.
“It's too pathetic to leave it like this, so I'm going to carry it out till the end.”
A thin smile plays on his face; his face is so handsome that it shocks me. He's so
handsome that it gives me goose b.u.mps. He's very tall, probably 180 cm or more, and I
have to look up.
Why did such a man do that to me..........? While the only thing I can do is be
fascinated, the man reaches for my blazer. I flinch, upon reflex, and the man lets out a 
soft chuckle. For some reason, the laughter makes my heartbeat speed-up and I am at a
loss of what to do. He undoes the b.u.t.tons on my blazer and my tie and s.h.i.+rt, too.
“What......?”
“Not what. I told you I'm going to do more pleasing things to you.”
He removes my belt, unhooks and then unzips my pants. The man skillfully opens
the front of my pants.
“No......no!”
“No? Didn't you say you wanted this so badly?” The man says this like he's
mocking me; he himself sits down on the toilet seat and then mounts me on his thigh.
When we face each other, I hesitate and burn up with more embarra.s.sment.
“No......this is......”
“Are you embarra.s.sed? Be embarra.s.sed as much as you want. You'll forget about
it soon anyway.” Compared to his clear eyes, his mouth appears cruel as it utters this out.
He lifts a corner of his mouth, and his quiet laugh seems too cold. I'm scared and
embarra.s.sed, but even though I don't want this, I can't move.
“Have you kissed before? ......Oh, it doesn't look like it.” The man declares this
without waiting for my reply and then licks my lips with his tongue. Being stuck like this
for a long time makes it difficult for me to breathe, so I open my mouth and instantly the
tongue goes deep inside. The man holds the back of my head and gradually changes the
angle as he explores the inside of my mouth with the tip of his tongue. Even if I wanted
to escape, the man wouldn't let me, but I want oxygen so I open my mouth wider and end
up allowing the man to go in further.
“Nngh......fuu!” Meanwhile, I feel faint. This is probably what it feels like before
fainting from anemia: something leaving me from the top of my head, collapsing from
underneath my feet. Is that what I should call this feeling?
I feel like awful things are going to happen if I don't run away right now, but
somehow I continue to allow this total stranger to do these kinds of things to me. His
thick, fleshy tongue rubs the roof of my mouth and my tailbone aches.
“Aah, nngghh......!”
“It's good, isn't it? Being licked inside your mouth.”
“......Uugu!”

Now that he mentions it, instead of wanting oxygen, I think my mouth is open and
in-want of the man's tongue. His hand ma.s.sages my flat chest several times and then
gently flicks my nipple.
“Ah! Uuh......gu.”
My hips jerk. It's so arousing that it's nothing compared to being touched through
my s.h.i.+rt. He pinches it with his fingers and I see that it's getting hard. Sweat starts to
form all over my body.
“You like it, here?” He asks me, and I slightly shake my head. I can't admit this.
“You're so stubborn. I'm going to make you feel even better,” says the man and
then licks his fingers. He touches my nipple again with these fingers.
“Aah......ah......no!”
“Just by getting a little bit wet, you're more excited than you were a while ago,
aren't you?”
It's exactly as the man says. I feel that I've become more sensitive than before.
“Actually, there's a much better way.”
“No, what......?”
He draws me closer. Simultaneously, the man's head sinks into my chest.
“Hya! No......no......aah! Aah......”
He sucks the erect nipple so much that it hurts. Now he continuously licks the
throbbing nipple like he's calming it.
“No! Ah! Noo......nngh!”
What is this? This strange feeling makes me tightly hold on to the man's head,
consequently drawing it closer to me and increasing the feeling further.
“No, it tingles......Ah, aah...... ngh! No!”
“Don't rock your hips while saying no.”
“......I'm not, I'm not......rocking.”
“You're hitting my groin with your lewd d.i.c.k.”
“N- no, I'm not......”
“No? Then what's this? You're pants are soaked.”
He inserts his hand inside my opened-up pants and rubs the top of my underwear.
The man is right; a wet sound reaches my ears. 
“Aah! ......No, that's......”
The embarra.s.sment is killing me, but I don't think I want him to stop.
“No? Isn't this your shameful c.u.m that's soaking up my hand?”
“......No!”
The man moves his hand as he licks my nipple.
“Stop......! No, please......!”
“You’re not being honest. You know you like it.” Near my chest, a voice full of
delight says this and a hand immediately slides inside my underwear.
“Aah......ah, aah......ee......”
He sucks on my nipple, rubs my genitals, and a feeling that surfaces inside me is
so strong that I feel dizzy. I can't fight it. I'm going to come like this.
“You look like you've never m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed before. It's cute.”
“Aah......nn!”
“Can you hear it? Your lovely c.o.c.k is saying it feels good. It's wailing.”
“N......no, let......go.”
My body is melting. This is so ridiculous. A strange molester is touching me and
I've become this way.
“Please......let me......”
“Too bad. It's too late now.”
I don't even have time to think about what he means by too late, but I immediately
understand when the man moves, right after he says this. The man opens the front of his
pants and takes out his d.i.c.k.
“N- no......!”
I'm scared. It's the first time I've seen someone else's p.e.n.i.s and it’s completely
different from mine. It has shape and size. I can see the vein from being up so close, and
I'm really scared. I automatically withdraw my hips. But he pulls me towards himself.
“You're a good boy, so keep a little still.”
“But......I'm scared.”
From the bottom of my heart, I am truly scared and I want him to stop. But for
some reason I don't feel disgust towards the man at all. This is my first time, but surely
I'll manage somehow. 
“Idiot. It does nothing to be scared here. Both of us are just going to feel good.”
The man smiles. His smile looks terribly kind and I can't help staring at him. Then
I immediately open up to him; because he starts to rock my hips.
“Aah......nngh!”
At that moment, I feel numbness starting to crawl up from that spot.
“No......! Ah, I don't......like this......”
“Liar. It feels good, doesn't it?”
He's rubbing me. His c.o.c.k and my c.o.c.k are rubbing together and it becomes all
slippery.
“..........Nngh, no, ah, ah, no!”
It is so disgraceful that I can't stand to watch it. I cling to the man's s.h.i.+rt.
“Don't make such a sweet face.”
He lowers the words into my ear as he licks it.
“Noo......ah, hya......!”
He runs his tongue around my ear and even into the inside of it.
“Ah, ah, no, NO!”
I hadn’t known that I could get aroused even in this kind of place.
“Your hips are shamelessly vibrating.”
“Noo......nngh! Oh, no!”
“It's hopeless already.”
“N- no......aah......uugu......!” I can't hold it in anymore. Even though I'm thinking
that this is wrong, having my genitals be stuck to this stranger's feels too good. “Ah, aah,
what......what should I do? I'm......coming!!”
The moment I bring this up, the man's lips cover my mouth. When I lean back, the
ceiling before my eyes looks distorted and after that, everything turns white so I can't
make out what's what anymore.
When I come back to my senses, I'm being held by the man in the same position
so I must have lost consciousness for a short time. We're finished and my pants are closed
up again so it feels strange. 
“You did good for a beginner.” The man grins. When our eyes meet, for some
reason I get shy again as I recall the pain that had seized my heart, and I instantly cast my
eyes downward. He helps me get up and leaves the cubicle.
“Later. This was fun.” With just a few words, the man leaves me behind in the
bathroom. I absent-mindedly lean against the wall, unable to move from the place for
quite some time.
* * * *
I hand over 10,000 yen (~$100) as I pretend to stand in line to use the toilet.
“Thanks,” Ienaga's tone of voice doesn't seem like he is thankful at all as he
shoves the 10,000 yen bill into his pocket. Ienaga is about to leave as usual, after that, but
turns around and looks at me, not hiding the smirk on his face. “Did you get molested?”
My heart leaps with shock because I remember the events from yesterday.
Conveniently enough, for a moment, I feel anxious that he had seen me at that time, but it
doesn't appear to be the case. When I keep silent, he laughs at me.
“Well, hang in there. I was just curious for some reason.”
Wondering what is so funny, I can hear his laughter even after he leaves the
bathroom. I bite my lip. Yesterday I had a chance to steal money from the molester but
behaved shamelessly instead. After I somewhat calmed down, I felt extremely ashamed
of myself for being fl.u.s.tered and getting felt up in a public place by some guy I didn't
know. And yet, I could hardly sleep last night as I found myself thinking about him over
and over again, even after I returned home and went to bed. He had been a stranger – in
his mid twenties, tall, and good looking. He didn’t need to molest me; if he was really
seriously looking for a s.e.x partner I’m sure that there are a lot of people who would
approach him. He must have done this out of curiosity or on a whim.
He probably chose me because I just happened to be close by. I let out a sigh. My
chances of meeting him again at the train station are lower than zero since hundreds and
thousands of people use it. Even if I use the same train everyday, it will be impossible to
find him during rush hour.
“Where has teacher gone off to?”
I look up as I suddenly hear a voice outside the bathroom. At the same time, I
come to my senses. What in the world am I thinking? It's like I want to see the man again.
“......As if.”
I slightly shake my head and leave the bathroom.
“He left all of a sudden.”
“Hey, have you seen Mr.Kuroki?”
I come across the girls as they're chattering away, asking each other about where a
teacher named Kuroki had gone. This is the teacher who happened to save me last time,
but I don't have any interest in him so I pick up my bag that is lying in a corner and head
towards the stairs.
“Sorry. Here I am.”
The voice sounds unexpectedly close by. I reflexively turn around to see a man in
a white lab coat come out from exactly the bathroom I was just at.
“Ohh~ you were in the bathroom. But why were you all the way here in the
second years' bathroom?”
He answers the girl's question: “Oh, I just had some business to take care of.”
Wearing a white lab coat, the teacher called Kuroki shrugs.
“Mr. Kuroki. Hurry, come here.”
“All right, all right.”
The girl has a chemistry textbook in her hand. It looks like she had been searching
for Kuroki in order to ask him questions, but now she just happily starts talking to him
instead of opening up her book. I can't move even a single step and remain standing in
the same spot for quite some time. After a while, Kuroki's eyes turn my way. A cruel
smile appears on his lips; then he leaves the girl and slowly comes over to where I am
standing frozen in place.
“Thank you for yesterday. s.h.i.+romoto Tomoya, is it?”
I swallow hard. My heartbeat intensifies. I am confused and can't even make a
sound.
What is this?! What is the man from yesterday doing here!?
“......No way.”
This can't be real. But the reality is that the man from yesterday is right here
before me.
“You- you're Mr. Kuroki?”
He nods.
“No way,” I say for the second time and take a step back.
Right away, Kuroki reluctantly frowns.
“Stop saying ‘no way’. I came all the way here to talk to you.”
I can't believe him, obviously. Up until now, he had been a stranger and I had
thought that I would never see him again. My bangs brush my lashes when I blink my
eyes, dumbfounded.
“Did you want to see me?” he whispers quietly. It's unlikely that the people
around us suspect that Kuroki is saying anything; he even keeps a straight face as if he
were being asked a question. “You couldn't sleep because you were thinking about me
even after you came home, right?”
Meanwhile, I feel my cheeks flush because it's exactly as he says. When I try to
escape, he grabs my arm so now I can't move even a single step. I try my best to shrink
away from him as much as I can. Don't tell me he is actually a teacher! I can't come to
school anymore, having disgraced myself in front of a teacher.
“Ple- please let go......” I whine, but not only does he not remove his hand, he also
begins to talk in a sultry voice, like the voice he was using yesterday.
“The train,”
“..........”
“You're going to get on the same time as yesterday, aren't you? This must be new
for you. It's like that for me too.”
My heart aches. I am so alarmed that I can't breathe. I am far from giving him an
answer, and as I hang my head, unable to look up at him, Kuroki touches the back of my
neck and leaves. I can't quite take a step forward and when I finally move my feet, I
stagger and almost fall down on my b.u.t.t. I can still walk all the way to the train station
like this, but it will take a really long time. In that case, I should go after I rest a little bit
in the cla.s.sroom. I return to the cla.s.sroom thinking up this excuse. It was supposed to be
for a little bit, but I end up resting until the end of the after school activities. Although I 
finally head out, it takes me 20 minutes to walk from school to the train station, a
distance that usually takes 10 minutes. I head down to the platform. There are many
salary men in suits today, too. When I glance at the clock, I see that it is precisely the
time for the same train as yesterday to arrive. My heart starts to race again.
A few minutes later, the train pulls up to the platform exactly on time. Today, I
also get on while being pushed by a crowd of people and get swept away to the back
door. It's the same place as yesterday and just as crowded. I look around me with just my
eyes. I'm worried that people can hear my heart racing. Even though I'm just standing
there, my knees start to shake. I feel disappointed when nothing grabs me, and rest one
hand on the door. What in the world am I doing? What am I hoping for by riding the
same train as yesterday? Don't tell me I want to go through the same thing as yesterday? I
don't understand myself. It was supposed to have been disgusting but...I remember it and
my crotch starts to throb excitedly.
“Is this your kink now?”
“......!”
Suddenly, I hear a voice right overhead me and reflexively flinch. Just like
yesterday, the man looms closely behind me and whispers in my ear. With a voice like
sweet, dripping honey. No, he's not a stranger anymore. I know his name as well as his
face.
“You wanted to fool around so you rode this train again, didn't you?
It's Mr. Kuroki – the first years' chemistry teacher.
Kuroki's hand goes around me until it faces my chest. He puts the palm of his
hand on top of my blazer and I start to breathe hard.
“Urgh......”
“You're a very naughty boy. Your nipples have already become hard? Looks like
you really wanted to be toyed with.”
“......Noo......!”
I almost cry out but immediately look around me. n.o.body pays any attention to
me today as well. n.o.body looks at other people.
“Fuu......!”
While I'm busy feeling relieved, the hand resting on my chest begins to creep
around as it pleases. The hand slowly moves downward, rubs near my pelvis and then
moves towards my thigh. Unable to resist in the slightest, all I can do is bite my lip.
“Ngh! Mhm......Kuro......ki.”
“You're addressing a teacher. I don't appreciate being addressed without a t.i.tle.
Call me Mr. Kuroki.”
As he scolds me like a teacher would, his hand starts to slowly and gently stroke
the top of my pants, at the center, where I'm beginning to grow erect.
“You can't forget what happened yesterday. Hm?”
It is all the voice's fault; this sweet voice that whispers in my ear, only to me.
When he whispers into my ear with this voice, I feel dizzy and my feet almost
give out.
“The inside of your pants was all wet from being toyed by me, Tomoya.”
“No......!”
“Back at the bathroom it showed on your face that you were c.u.mming as much as
you pleased while my c.o.c.k was rubbing yours. I remember it clearly, you know.”
He's driving me crazy with embarra.s.sment. My body has been shaking from the
start.
“No......stop... Kuro......ki.”
“Didn't I tell you not to address me without a t.i.tle? Mr. Kuroki......No, I'll make
you call me Mr. Yos.h.i.+taka. This is a special service. Say, 'Please Mr. Yos.h.i.+taka, give me
more'.”
“......No,” I shake my head from side to side. I can't say that here.
“Say it. 'Mr. Yos.h.i.+taka'.”
“......!”
I don't want to but...
I think this is horrible but...
But I can't resist anyway.
“Mr......Yo......ka......”
“I can't hear you. Say it more clearly.”
Kuroki seems to be getting a kick out of this. He enjoys making fun of me. Even
when I realize this, I can't push him away.
“Mr -Mr. Yos.h.i.+taka......”
I want to please Kuroki so I frantically obey him.
“Well done. I like obedient children.”
Kuroki laughs approvingly so I feel relieved.
“Hey, Tomoya. What was my c.o.c.k like? It was bigger and different from yours,
don't you think?”
“......!”
“Even though you looked scared, you were desperately rubbing up against me in
the end.”
“......No.”
Sweat breaks out on the back of my neck. I tremble as I shake my head a little. I
can't stand. My knees shake and even when I hold on to the window, I feel as if I'm about
to crouch down to my knees at any moment. This would probably happen immediately if
Kuroki wasn't supporting my hips with his arm.
“You want it? My c.o.c.k. It won't be like yesterday. I'll be loving to you today until
your whole body is captivated by pleasure.”
A stiff object touches by b.u.t.t.
“Hya......!”
Immediately after, I get pressed against the door. Kuroki hoovers over me, hiding
me inside his coat.
He skillfully unfastens my belt and opens the front of my pants. And then Kuroki,
not hesitating one bit, pulls down my pants along with my underwear all the way down to
my thighs.
“..........No!”
This is way too embarra.s.sing to do in this kind of place, so I seize Kuroki's hand
by reflex. Kuroki puts his lips to my ear.
“Hold on tight to your pants with both hands. They're going to drop down to your
ankles if you don’t, and then somebody might notice.”
Still not sure of what is being done to me, I react to the word 'somebody' and
immediately remove my other hand from the door and grab onto my pants.
“Good boy. Don't let go now.”
Within his coat, Kuroki's hand wraps around my c.o.c.k. At that very moment, a
pleasant feeling crawls up my back and I bite my lip.
“Aah......you're already wet. It makes a slippery noise when I rub it. Someone is
going to hear it.”
“Noo......!!”
“Hey, you're too loud. We're going to be noticed immediately, you know.”
He repeats that we are going to be noticed and something different than shame
wells up inside me. Even though Kuroki says this only to warn me, his hand continues
being even more adventurous rather than stopping. The hand leaves my c.o.c.k, slides
towards the back, and touches a surprising place.
“......Hii....ngh!”
It's a miracle that I'm able to suppress my cry. I'm shaking from shock and from
having to uphold my violently trembling legs. Behind me, Kuroki worms his finger into
the dirty, excretory pa.s.sage without any hesitation.
“No......don't......touch..there......!”
A force enters inside my b.u.t.t and I moan that I want him to stop but he just
laughs.
“You're so naive. Well, I guess it can't be helped. You are a virgin.”
The moment Kuroki teases me with that saying he persistently fingers me there
like he's trying to loosen me up.
“No, it's......disgusting...... Stop!”
Kuroki's hand feels slippery, definitely because I'm leaking; so I somehow get a
bit distracted because of that and the finger –
The finger enters inside. I let out a sigh, despite myself, practically looking like
I'm part of the door.
“It- it hurts......No, take it… out!” I frantically shake my head. Kuroki, who is
stuck right behind me, puts his lips to my ear. 
“Bear with it a little longer. It will feel better soon. By saying you want me to take
it out, you must be begging, right? “
“I'm......not......! No, ah, urgh…”
While I'm denying it, the finger slowly proceeds inside and I'm eager to just about
give in rather than withstand this pain. Kuroki doesn't stop even when the train arrives at
a station. Dozens of people gush out and more of them get on in their place, so I can't run
away and Kuroki continues to do this to me. The finger inside me moves like it's
searching for something. My insides, as they're being rubbed, begin to throb.
“Uugu......Aah......!”
I feel hot somehow. I start to sweat because Kuroki is so close behind me.
“Look, you're starting to melt,” he whispers near my ear and I notice that the
place being fingered doesn't hurt anymore.
“Aah, ngh! No, ah, kuh......nngh!”
“You're so excited. Let's go in deeper, shall we?”
“Urgh, fuu......! Nngh!”
Kuroki is right, I am getting excited. I am mesmerized by this pleasant feeling
rising up in me, and my hands, holding on to my pants, start to shake. The finger moves
adventurously. But it doesn't hurt anymore and I start wanting so badly for him to rub
harder inside me.
I want him to rub further in and harder.
“Aah......!”
A stiff object touches the inside of my thighs. It's working together with the
moving finger and pushes on me. Kuroki's c.o.c.k, that I saw yesterday, vividly flashes
before my eyes. Kuroki's p.e.n.i.s is big and hard.
“Ah, ah, noo......!”
“What's this? You're turned on again. Are you picturing it? Being poked by my
c.o.c.k.”
“N- no!”
“You're so sticky inside. My finger is soaked.”
“NOO......!”
I feel like I'm going to cry out loudly. But if I cry out, the people around me will
see how indecent I look.
“Look Tomoya. It's big. I bet you really want this rummaging inside of you.”
Kuroki's c.o.c.k presses on the inside of my thighs. I feel like I'm going to blurt out
awful things if he keeps this up.
“Teacheeer......Aah, oh......”
Please. Rummage inside me some more. I want the teacher's c.o.c.k to rummage in
even further. It seems like I'm about to beg him at any moment so I bite my lip hard.
Before I know it, Kuroki's c.o.c.k is rubbing the opening between my b.u.t.t cheeks. It's very
stiff and hot.
“Aah...”
This is......not through the clothes. Kuroki's heat is directly touching me there. I
can't resist the minute I realize this. He continues fingering and rubbing the crevice at the
same time so naturally I jut my hips forward.
“Ah, ah, noo......teacherrr......aah, nngh!”
“Want me to put it in?”
“No, noo......!”
Put it in.
Teacher, put it in.
“You want it, don't you? Say it. Say 'put it in'.”
“I......won't. I......don't...want it. Oh...no.”
Not being able to withstand it, tears finally escape me. I am sobbing. I can't think
about my surroundings anymore.
“Hii......kuh! Nngh!”
“It can't be helped,” says Kuroki and covers my mouth with his hand.
“Uuguu...”
His finger slips out. Right after that, an excruciating shock runs throughout my
body. It burns. My body burns from the inside. If he weren't covering my mouth, I would
definitely be screaming a whole lot. Kuroki brings around one of his arms, places it on
my hip, and jiggles up deeper inside me several times.
“What do I feel like? Tomoya.”

“......Urgh.”
“Having your first time be inside a train is thrilling, isn't it?”
I can't think about anything. My eyes are br.i.m.m.i.n.g over with tears.
“Don't cry. You're putting up with it quite well......Cause, I don't want to make
this painful for you.”
The only things I'm begging for are Kuroki's voice and body heat. As I am crying,
I repeat 'Mr. Yos.h.i.+taka' many times over in my head; the way he taught me to call him.
“Nngh......!”
The hand wandering over my hips intertwines with my p.e.n.i.s. It is caressing me
like it's slowly petting and soothing me. The initial shock fades away and then a pleasant
feeling arises in me and slowly spreads throughout my body.
“Does this feel better? It’s nice and tight now. This is better than you expected,
huh?”
“Kuh......urgh...nngh.”
“This really makes me want to f.u.c.k you harder.”
“......Urgh.”
He lowers his sweet voice into my ear, tickling it. My heart trembles with sweet
pain every time he does this.
“You've melted, Tomoya. Your body is so adorable and honest.”
Ohh, what should I do? It hurts so much but I don't hate this pain. Not only that,
but I even start wanting it to be more painful.
Behind me, Kuroki gives the place where we're connected a slight jiggle.
“......!”
Something creeps up from there and instantly a wave of dizziness. .h.i.ts me. What
is this – ? Ah, ah, it's amazing......! A commotion is brewing inside my body as I clearly
sense that I'm trying to prevent the foreign object, that's buried inside me, from leaving.
“Wow, Tomoya, are you planning on squeezing everything out of me?” Kuroki's
sigh is pa.s.sionate and husky. Kuroki presses me against the door a number of times while
exhaling sultry sighs.
“......Fuu......urgh, urgh, uugu...”
It is cloudy inside my head. My vision is also cloudy and I can't think about
anything. But the only thing I feel is the hot, melting, object Kuroki has inside of me.
“Uugu – Nngh!”
I arch my back. It comes so suddenly that even I myself don't realize what
happens. When a feeling, like I'm being pushed off from a tall place, strikes me, I
e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e into the handkerchief that Kuroki is holding.
Naturally, I tighten around Kuroki. I feel Kuroki's throbbing very clearly.
“Good......Tomoya.”
Kuroki goes in even deeper than before as he completely presses the exhausted
me against the window gla.s.s. I can't cry out because he has my mouth covered but I stifle
my voice anyway. The same time he tightly embraces me, his warm c.o.c.k expands inside
of me. After he jiggles a few more times, Kuroki takes it out and then supports me up
because my knees almost give out. He quickly fixes my clothes and calls me Tomoya
with a voice as if nothing had happened.
“Stand still. We're arriving at the station soon,” says Kuroki, and without
disobeying him, I stand still as I lean against his shoulder. The train slows down to a stop.
Even though a large number of pa.s.sengers get off, I also get off and Kuroki takes me
along with him. It's the usual train station. Today, Kuroki is here at this train station, the
one I always get off by myself and continue going home by myself. Kuroki forces me to
sit down on the bench and then throws the handkerchief, that he had shoved into his
pocket, in the trash can and sits down beside me.
I absentmindedly sneak a sidelong glance at him as he puts a cigarette to the tip of
his lips and lights it. I now see why Ienaga and the girls make such a big deal out of him;
he is very handsome. I start to feel strange as I am looking at him. My heart is pounding
but I feel relieved. I suppose you can say that it's like something is seeping out from
within my heart.
“I'll wait with you until I'm done smoking this. I can't walk you home so go on by
yourself.”
What? I'm perplexed as I gaze at the cigarette getting smaller. Kuroki quickly
finishes smoking one piece and stands up to leave just like he had promised. 
“Ah, um......” I instantly call out to him to