Tetsu and I went to watch a movie after lunch. I tried to put Principal Iwata to the back of my mind, but every time I checked my phone, his dot followed close behind. Part of me wanted to turn around and punch him. Alone, however, I was just a small woman. There was also no telling what he might do in retaliation. I cared little for my own safety. But it was Keita I worried about. He put my son into a new school. Could he just as easily take Keita out? I didn't even want to think about it.
My husband hailed us a cab to a large theater. We perused the many titles available to watch. Comedies, romances, fantasy, anime, and more. Their posters were displayed on every surface area, and their trailers played on flat screens all across the lobby.
"What do you think, Marika? If Keita was here, he'd definitely pick this anime with funny-looking characters," Tetsu said.
"Well, we certainly aren't interested in what he is. How about this overseas romance comedy? Hollywood really loves this sort of thing. We might, too." I shrugged.
"Oh? Is my beautiful wife hoping to get in the mood in the dark?" he asked, sidling up to me.
"Not in public." I bumped him with my hips.
We picked up two tickets to a showing that was only fifteen minutes from now. Tetsu eyed the popcorn machine and ultimately splurged to grab a carton with plenty of butter. He also filled up a large fountain drink full of soda. They were surprisingly expensive, more so than the movie tickets we came for.
"How are you able to eat so much? I thought you had your fill of Italian food?" I asked.
"It's not often we get to come out and spoil ourselves like this! Let yourself go a little. Grab a handful of popcorn," Tetsu urged, lifting the carton of buttery goodness up to my nose.
"I admit it smells good, but I'm full from lunch. If I get peckish during the movie, sure. More for you until then though." I pushed it back to him.
"You won't see me complaining. Alright, let's get some seats before we're stuck with shitty ones," he said.
However, we happened to be the first ones inside, giving us the best seats possible at eye-level with the cinema screen. As the show time neared, only a few people trickled in. They looked young enough to be students and a few were elderly folks, plopped sparsely around the auditorium. Either this movie wasn't very popular, or we had chosen to watch something that had been showing for a while now.
Soon, the auditorium darkened. Trailers of other movies played on the big screen. To my side, Tetsu munched merrily on popcorn and sipped heartily on his soda.
"Is it really that good?" I asked.
Tetsu tilted the carton my way, his brows arching repeatedly.
"Okay, fine. I'll try some if you give your eyebrows a rest." I plucked a single kernel, soft to the touch and oily from butter, and popped it into my mouth.
It tasted… alright. When I turned back to Tetsu to express my dissatisfaction, he had a look of disappointment towards me.
"Marika, you're doing it wrong. A handful. Grab a handful," he insisted.
I relented and reached in to grab a large amount. Some rolled off and onto the floor before they reached my mouth. As I chewed down on them, an explosion of salty and buttery flavor spread across my palette. Tetsu handed me his soda, and I drank from the same straw. The sugary beverage cleansed the saltiness, making me want more.
"Alright, I'll hand it to you. That was tasty, but I'm not hungry for more." I stuck my tongue out at him.
The surround sound volume swelled, signalling that the movie was beginning. I sat back to enjoy the next two hours with my husband. The story was very simple. A married couple had a falling out and wanted to file for divorce. Neither wanted to split assets, so they were doing everything in their power, legal and illegal, to keep possessions from each other. A lot of the shenanigans came from them, running into each other and trying to play it off while continuing their schemes. It saddened me though, since the one suffering the most was their young daughter, who just wanted both to stay together.
"Hey." I leaned over to my husband. "Do you think—"
When I glanced in Tetsu's direction, he was fast asleep.
"Really?" I sighed.
I almost wanted to shake Tetsu awake, but I realized that he was likely just tired from working so much. Well, it should be fine. There was maybe an hour left in the movie. He deserved to nap for a bit. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I looked behind and found Principal Iwata, grinning down at me from the row above. He lifted a finger up to his lips before I made a peep.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered.
"To spend time with you! What else? Tetsu's asleep, isn't he? Come up here and join me. I'll keep you company instead," Principal Iwata said.
"No!"
"Be a good girl and get up here. Now." He turned his phone to me, revealing my topless photo that I'd taken in the Italian restaurant's bathroom.
I gulped hard. A quick glance around the dark auditorium and it looked like no one else was seated in the upper rows. The few other audiences were below or on the floor. Confident that no one was going to see, I climbed up to Principal Iwata's row and sat down in the seat next to him.
Immediately, his hands flew up to my body. He lifted the armrest that separated out seats, normally built in for couples. One hand grabbed my arm to pull me closer, and the other slipped into my shirt to grope my breasts. I put up with it all, but as he played with my nipples, I was beginning to get wet.
The touching didn't last long. The principal took his hands off me and went to unzip his pants. His erect dick sprung out.
"Go on," Principal Iwata said.
I eyed my husband in the row below, still knocked out and snoring every now and then. Unable to resist, I brushed my hair back and leaned down to do as Principal Iwata demanded. I licked his member until it was coated in my saliva. How many times have I done this now with other men? Another tally added to my sin. Yet even as I agonized, my tongue eagerly swirled around the tip of the principal's dick. His hand, which rested firmly on the back of my head, applied pressure and urged me to take it in my mouth. So I did.
"That's it. Go all the way with your lips. I want to feel it right at the base." Principal Iwata's hands pushed my head down farther until his tip pressed the back of my throat.
"Mmm!" I nearly choked on it but managed to control my gag reflex.
"How does it feel? To suck my dick with your husband sleeping just one row down? Do you think Tetsu would forgive you if he found out?" he taunted me.
I ignored the threats and continued blowing the principal. The sooner I got him off, the better. Then, he would be satisfied and leave us alone. I used my fingers to knead his balls and ran my tongue in circles around the tip. He tried to hide it, but my fellatio was bringing him close to climax. His hot cum spilled down my throat, both hands clenching my head tightly. When the principal let me go, I gasped for breath, taking my lips off his dick to catch my breath.
"Are we done now?" I glared.
"Certainly not. The movie hasn't ended yet." Principal Iwata produced from his pocket a condom to wrap on his still erect mast.
"You can't be serious…"
"I am. I want to fuck you in the theater with your husband right in front of us. I know you want it, too. It's your own body. Don't you realize how wet you are?" He slipped his hands under my dress, pressing two fingers against my soaked underwear. A sly grin adorned his face. "Now, don't keep me waiting. Get on me."
My body betrayed me. I climbed on top of Principal Iwata's lap and faced him. His grasping hands cupped my behind. Slowly, I descended onto his dick and pulled aside my underwear to let it in. Gravity brought the full weight of my body down on him until we were fully connected at the hips.
"Ohh! Finally, I'm inside you. How does it feel, Marika? Tell me you like it, too." Principal Iwata leaned in to kiss me, but I turned away.
"It… feels incredible…" I muttered.
The man's dick throbbed so much like a vibrator at low settings, threatening to bring me to an orgasm. Our hips grinded together, but I did most of the work bouncing on him. Every once in a while, the principal tried to kiss me. I put an end to that by embracing him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Both our bodies pressed tightly, and with my head beside his, he couldn't try again.
"You're so tight. You like this, don't you? Be honest with yourself. As an educator, I know when someone is lying. Students lie all the time." Principal Iwata's fingers dug into my thighs, and a hard thrust upward knocked a moan out of me.
"Ahh!" I threw a hand up to my mouth and panicked.
"Shhh." His hot breath caressed my ear. "Tetsu's still asleep. Wouldn't want to wake him up, right?"
I rode the principal more feverishly. Pleasure compelled me to do so. This position had him inside me deep, and I didn't want it any other way. Suddenly, my eyes caught sight of his phone slipping from his left pocket. The picture and recording!
"Your… bigger than Tetsu… I like it… it's so good…" I whimpered, half keeping up pretenses and half enjoying the thrill.
"Now you're being honest, Marika. Let me reward you." Principal Iwata forced a finger into my asshole.
Everything flashed white. I sucked in a deep breath and barely managed to keep hold of my senses. While the principal was distracted fingering my ass, I reached down to pick up his phone. The bastard had changed his home screen wallpaper to my topless picture. I navigated to the photos and videos, then deleted both of them.
"I'm cumming, Marika!" Teeth clamped down on my neck.
"Wait, no! Don't bite— nngh!" The pain was too much. My eyes rolled back. A mind-blowing orgasm ripped through me.
A few minutes passed as we stayed there frozen. The main characters in the movie were in a jazz club, and its loud music had drowned out our sex. While we caught our breaths, I left his phone on the seat. I felt my neck where Principal Iwata had bit me, and there were very clear indents in the skin. He patted me on my butt, and I climbed off him into the adjacent seat. Cloudy white ejaculate filled up the condom. He pulled it off, careful to not let any spill and handed it to me.
"Drink it," Principal Iwata ordered.
"What? No, that's repulsive…" I shied away, knowing full well I'd swallowed semen before.
"You should be lucky I didn't cum inside you raw. Yet." He pushed it closer to my face.
I took it reluctantly. The principal watched as I tilted the condom's opening into my mouth. His fresh and hot cum dripped in as thick globs. It tasted bitter, but I wasn't entirely disgusted by it.
"Are you happy?" I frowned.
"More than happy. But your date with Tetsu isn't over yet. I'll be seeing you later. Go ahead and sit back down with your husband like a good and faithful wife." He smirked.
I quietly returned to my seat and washed down the taste of the principal's cum with the fountain drink. Tetsu didn't wake even when the credits rolled with loud pop music playing. I shook him awake.
"Tetsu. Tetsu! The movie's over," I said.
"Huh? Shit. I'm so sorry for falling asleep." Tetsu let out a big yawn as the lights in the auditorium came up.
Principal Iwata wasn't behind us anymore. He must have left some time during the film.
"You didn't miss much." I smiled.
When Tetsu reached for his fountain drink, he lifted an empty cup. I was afraid he would drink from it. He sat it back down in the cup holder and stretched his arms.
"Where to next?" Tetsu asked me.
"Anywhere is fine as long as I'm with you," I said, rising from my seat and adjusting my underwear.
His eyes narrowed on my neck.
"What happened?" My husband gasped.
"I think I got a rash from the seat. It was itching throughout the whole movie," I lied.
To hide the bite mark, I'd been scratching at it. Tetsu hadn't noticed beyond just seeing the red skin, so it seemed I was in the clear.
"Let's get some ointment for that and find Sis a souvenir while we're at it then." Tetsu offered me his hand which I gladly took.
The rest of the day, however, was not as happy-going as I'd hoped. Everywhere we went, Principal Iwata was nearby to intrude. He called me away from Tetsu to pleasure him. We snuck into changing rooms at a clothing store, hid in narrow and filthy alleyways, and he rubbed up against me from behind in big crowds.
By the time Tetsu and I returned home, I ended up having sex with Principal Iwata four more times across the day. Even though Tetsu asked to be intimate, I no longer had the energy for my own husband. My body thrummed with the aftershocks of pleasure from being taken by the principal, and shame clenched my heart with an icy hand. Tetsu went to bed early. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. He knocked out as soon as his head touched the pillow.
I couldn't do this anymore with Principal Iwata. His demands were getting more and more risky. Tetsu almost found out today, and if he had, I wasn't sure how I could face him. The 10,000 points from the ongoing NTL game I had with the principal had racked up to 70,000. Was this worth it? If I could give up all the points, could I end it with him?
"Marika? Is that you?" Mr. Shiraishi's voice reached me from the road. The old man was sitting in his just as old tractor, its sputtering motor giving everything to stay working just a while longer. He used to be a farmer, too, but age wore him down a few years earlier than most. Now, his tractor sat in the back of his house, without any field tools attached to it, and was driven only occasionally when he wanted to feel alive again. He leaned out from the rolled down window.
"Oh, hello." I stood up and wiped my eyes, thankful for the shroud of night. "Are you out for a drive?"
"Never mind me. I know crying when I hear it. Your voice is quivering. What happened? Did Tetsu hurt you?" He got out of his tractor in a huff.
"N-No! Nothing like that. Tetsu would never. I…" I hesitated to say more.
How could I? What would I even say? That Principal Iwata, a pillar of our community in Togetsu, was coercing me into having sex with him?
"I won't have none of that. Tell me straight, Marika. What happened that's got you in tears?" Shiraishi asked.
I glanced past him to his vehicle and asked, "Can we… talk inside your tractor?"
"Of course." He nodded.
Like a gentleman, Mr. Shiraishi opened the door into the passenger seat for me to hop into. I had to climb some steps to get in, because the tractor was high off the ground from its large wheels. He closed the door and climbed in from the driver's side, then shut off the engine.
"Take all the time you need." Shiraishi placed a hand over mine.
I felt no ulterior motives from him. Not like Principal Iwata. This old man, who lusted for me and whom I ended up having sex with, displayed no such intentions now. His kind eyes looked upon me protectively.
"It's Principal Iwata," I said at last.
"Minoru? What about him?" Shiraishi knitted his brows.
"He helped Keita get into another school and… asked for sexual favors in exchange. It was wrong of me, I know. I shouldn't have done it. But I wanted better for Keita than to stay here in Togetsumura! Things escalated, and now the principal is blackmailing me into having sex with him."
Shiraishi listened to me without uttering a word. He nodded every now and then, but not a twitch of judgment. His wrinkles seemed to deepen though.
"Just to be sure: you don't want to do this with him no more? You told him you wanted to stop, and he insisted on continuing?" Shiraishi asked.
"Yes." I casted my gaze down in shame.
This was the first time I ever told anyone about my infidelity. Akemi only knew by virtue of playing the NTL app with me. I didn't even realize how easily it was to talk to Mr. Shiraishi about it. The confession had just flowed from my mouth as naturally as water from a waterfall.
"I'll take care of it," Shiraishi said after a pause.
"What?" I gasped. "You will? But how."
It wasn't what I expected to hear. I thought Mr. Shiraishi might simply comfort me. To think, he had a solution already?
"Don't you worry about the how. Just know that by morning, you won't be having problems from Minoru Iwata anymore. You're Togetsu's little angel, Marika. You've helped so many of us. If someone lays a hand on you, they might as well be desecrating the temple grounds. Now, dry your tears and go to bed. You leave everything to me." Shiraishi squeezed my hand, offering a reassuring smile.
"I-I don't know what to say." Tears rolled down my cheeks despite what he asked me to do.
"Nothing. You don't need to say a thing. Not even a thank you. We're the ones who haven't thanked you enough. This is the least we can do," he said.
Feeling lighter, I opened the door and descended from the tractor. Shiraishi switched it on again, nodded to me, and then drove off into town. I went to bed that night and slept soundly.
Morning arrived with Tetsu's absence. Yesterday's date was fun, but reality came crashing down faster than I could rise from bed. I laid back down, too fearful to face the world outside my home. But last night, Mr. Shiraishi had promised to take care of Principal Iwata. I wonder what happened? Maybe nothing. He only picked the right words to console me, and it worked.
When I got up, I noticed my phone on the nightstand was full of text messages. They were all from Akemi. I opened it to a scroll of texts, beginning around six in the morning. It was 7:30 AM now. Her messages weren't regarding the origins of the NTL app. Instead, it was about—
"Principal Iwata? Gone?" I gasped.
I quickly got dressed and freshened up in the bathroom before leaving the house. Gone? What did Akemi mean by that? My soles pounded painfully against the dirt as I raced into town. Togetsu was already bathed in the sun's morning rays. Almost everyone was up. I finally reached Principal Iwata's home, but his SUV wasn't there.
The NTL app! I brought up the Partners System, but Principal Iwata's icon wasn't there. It was gone.
"Morning, Marika!"
I whipped around to find Mr. Shiraishi coming up.
"What did you do to Principal Iwata?" I asked.
"Took care of it, like I said I would. Had help from others in town. It wasn't very hard. One thing's for sure. Minoru won't be setting foot in this town again. We protect our own in this town, and he isn't one of us. If you're worried about who helped me, don't be. I didn't tell them anything. Just that he was harassing you. I'm sorry for what he did, and… I'm sorry for coercing you before, too. Dementia didn't make me see my wife in you. Consider this my way of making it up to you just a little." Shiraishi lowered his head apologetically.
My phone buzzed. The NTL app was coming up with a game in my hand in real time.
[Thank Mr. Shiraishi with your body.] +30,000pts
[Thank Mr. Shiraishi with a blowjob.] +10,000pts
[Thank Mr. Shiraishi by taking his wife's place.] +15,000pts per ongoing day
[Random Choice for x2 points], [Reroll Choices -500pts], [Upgrade a Choice]
"Anyway, don't let me keep you. I'm sure this was overwhelming, so go ahead and get some rest." Mr. Shiraishi turned to leave.
"Wait. May I come over? To help you around the house?" I asked, and he faced me in surprise.
"But you're not due to help me until next week— oh." Realization stunned him into momentary silence. "If you don't mind, then I'd love to have you over, Marika."