As soon as we returned to Togetsumura, Maruyama went straight home to look into what was in the USB stick. The grave look on his face didn't inspire any comfort. We stole from a billion-dollar company, so I couldn't blame him. If they ever came looking for us…
I sank deeper into my bathtub and blew bubbles underneath the water. They exited for less than a second. A fleeting life, much like mine. Much like this village.
It was strange though. As much as I would have liked Togetsu to thrive, I was fine here. In this quiet and secluded plot of civilization, the NTL app had given me… a spark of joy. But that might eventually come to an end. With Maruyama in possession of a lead, we were one step closer to unraveling this mysterious game. And what then? My fun was finally going to be over?
I reached down to find the little nub and slowly applied pressure. With my other hand, I pinched my stiffening nipples. As I pleasured myself, the fresh memories of Satoshi's touch returned. Jiro Shiraishi's, too. And even though I didn't miss him at all, Principal Iwata's rough handling.
My pulse quickened. The warm waters enveloping me somehow intensified every sensation. However, no matter how much I fingered myself, I couldn't bring myself to climax.
"Ugh." I punched the water, sending a spout that splashed my face.
I got out and threw a towel around myself. It had gotten so hot lately, wearing nothing was more preferable over clothing. It seemed I was the only one who lived in the house now anyway. My phone blinked on the couch. Tetsu had sent a text, informing me that he wouldn't make it home tonight. This was happening more often lately. I switched on the television and heated up some leftover dumplings.
"Maybe I should call Satoshi or Jiro over to keep me company." I sighed, plopping down into the couch and opening the NTL app.
That trapped sex room game robbed me of a lot of points. The invisibility potion, too. Exploring the app led me back to Glimpse, the video recording and streaming side of NTL. The video I made before had completely run out of steam. It hadn't gained a like or comment in ages and views stagnated. I could do something more exciting this time.
A dirty thought came to mind. It was pitch dark outside. Nearly everyone in Togetsu had gone to sleep. Tetsu wouldn't be home today either. I swallowed my hesitation and decided to take the plunge, letting my towel drop from my body. Being bare naked in my own home gave me a hint of adrenaline. I put on a long woolen black coat, and stepped out into the night.
The cool breeze caressed my bare legs. I wore nothing else underneath the coat, and it felt liberating.
[Marika, you naughty girl. How about we start livestreaming right now, right here?] Saya asked.
"N-No! It might be dark, but I don't want to run the risk of someone recognizing Togetsu. I'm going to go somewhere more private. Also, no livestreaming. Recording only," I explained, walking briskly to my old school, Himawari.
The thought that I might run into someone was thrilling, consequences be damned. My one hand was all that held the coat closed. The other held my phone. As expected, I didn't encounter anyone along the way. It was far too late in the night. Soon, the school building came into view, as well as the weed-ridden courtyard before it. The lights inside were off, but the lampposts outside weren't. This was normal though.
I stepped up to the entrance and put my hand on the knob. The door gave way. I entered the school I had graduated from many years ago. It was here in the foyer that I started recording and let go of my coat. Unbuttoned, it parted down the middle. My breasts and crotch felt the stale air of the building. A humid warmth enveloped me, drawing the sweat from my pores. Another bath might be in order afterwards.
Until then, I strolled through the corridors of Himawari naked and my phone pointed at me. Piece by piece, fond memories of my childhood were replaced by this depraved visit. I left a trail of my own juices in the hallway as I walked into one of the classrooms. A drawing of mine had survived the years on the wall. It was of Togetsu, green mountains covered in vast forests, an impossibly vibrant blue sky, and the poor geometric shapes that could hardly be called houses. All conceived with crayons and youthful naivety.
I fingered myself in front of it. My nipples were getting hard. I placed my phone down on a desk, propped up with a book to face my way. Free to use both hands, I played with my own body. My pussy dripped like a leaky faucet.
"Come on… Just a little more…" I forced my fingers as deep as they could go, but the climax I sought never came.
It wasn't enough. I couldn't climax by myself anymore. My body needed more stimulation. The urge to start a round of my own volition grew. However, at this late in the night, Jiro wasn't awake. Neither was Satoshi, because he had a job at a watermelon farm now. My urges carried me out of the classroom and down the hall.
I stood in front of Principal Iwata's office, unoccupied now after Jiro and the other villagers chased him out of town. Maybe I might be able to find relief playing with myself inside. But as I turned the knob, tension prevented me from twisting it at all. Was someone inside? No way. It had likely been locked ever since the principal left.
Dejected, I decided to leave… only for the lock to click and the door creaking open.
"Who… Who is it?" a timid man's voice asked.
I froze in place.
"Hey, who are you?" His footfalls made haste to me.
When I tried to run, the man grabbed my arm and spun me around.
"Marika?" The handyman Mr. Miyamori gasped.
"No!" I pulled away to no avail. Despite the man's age, he held on strong.
"What are you doing here? And n-naked, too?" His eyes licked my bare body with the hunger of a man.
A hunger I knew too well from Satoshi and Jiro.
While Miyamori held my arm, I couldn't cover myself. My free hand shielded my crotch, which gave him an unfettered view of my breasts. The outline of his erection strained against his pants, and I was unable to take my eyes off it.
"Please, don't tell anyone…" I muttered.
"I can't believe the little girl I used to know has turned into a pervert. Walking around naked at school in the night? Unbelievable! Does Tetsu know? How long have you been doing this?" Miyamori asked.
"Only today— No, wait! Why are you in Principal Iwata's office? If anyone finds out you've been rummaging through his stuff, they would never let you work at the school ever again!" I fired back.
"Oh, no. Don't turn this on me. If anyone finds out Marika Kashiwagi is an exhibitionist, you might need to find a new town to move to!"
The kind Miyamori wasn't so kind anymore. We were both at an impasse with each other. Our reputations were at stake now.
"If… If I let you have sex with me, will you keep this a secret?" I offered nervously.
"Y-Y-Yes, of course!" Miyamori stammered over himself.
I gulped hard. My heart raced faster than before. Miyamori let go of my hand. I had every opportunity to escape. Even if he claimed I walked naked through the school, I could deny it with all my being. Most people might even believe me. However, with my fingers still moist from fingering myself and nipples stiff, I followed the custodian into Principal Iwata's former office.
The room looked mostly unchanged. There was a futon rolled out on the ground, a small television on the desk, and a portable gas stove cooking what looked to be noodles. Empty beer cans had filled the trash bin. Miyamori had set up his own little camp here.
"What is this?" I asked.
"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt if I told someone. Marika, I don't have a home here. I've been homeless all my life, washing up and doing laundry in the nearby creek, sheltering in abandoned homes during the winter, and living off foraging," Miyamori explained.
"All these years? I had no idea. I always thought you had a home."
"I was pretty convincing, right?" He shook his head. "But no. No home. I considered moving into Iwata's place, but… it's in the middle of town. Someone was going to see me coming in and out. No one would know I'm living at Himawari though."
Tears ran down the older man's face. I wasn't sure why, but seeing him of all people in pain hurt me. This same man lifted me and many other children into the air to play. He had put bandages over my knees when I scraped them. My body moved on its own, and I wrapped my arms around him. He buried his face into my chest and weeped.
That sorrow subsided as Miyamori's own hands cupped my butt. His hips grinded against mine, pressing his erection against my uncovered crotch.
"Your body smells so sweet. Skin, softer than silk." Miyamori squeezed both of my cheeks.
"Mmm— Wait." I pushed him off. "I know I promised to have sex with you, but… could you record it for me?"
"Record? Yeah, sure. Anything!" He agreed enthusiastically.
I hit the record button and gave my phone to Miyamori. The man handled it awkwardly. He probably didn't own a cell phone. I kneeled down in front of him, pulling his pants off along the way. Miyamori kept my phone camera pointed at me with a salacious grin on his face.
"I ran into someone I knew while walking around naked. Now, I'm going to have sex with him so he keeps this a secret," I said into the camera.
"Oh, that's so hot, Mar—"
I quickly lifted a finger up to my lips. Miyamori nodded apologetically. Not wanting to make Miyamori wait, I took his throbbing dick into my mouth. He leaned his head back and moaned. I made eye-contact with the camera while sucking him, slowly picking up speed as I bobbed up and down on it.
Miyamori let out a deep groan as I swirled my tongue around the glans. He was a quick shot. The pleasure was too much for him to handle, and he blew his load into my mouth. His hips and knees trembled intensely. To my confusion, he started pushing me away. But my lips wrapped tightly around his cock.
"Ahh… Stop, stop, stop… It's so sensitive!" Miyamori exclaimed.
"Hehe. Was my blowjob that good?" I asked flirtatiously and took my lips off.
"Have you been having sex with your husband? Or maybe you've been having sex with other men, like you're doing with me?" he guessed correctly.
I didn't answer Miyamori. Instead, I grabbed his hand, led him to his futon, and ushered him to lay down. He did, lying flat on his back with his cock standing upright. The man diligently kept my phone up.
"Sh-Shouldn't I wear protection? Is this okay?" Miyamori stammered.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of it afterwards," I assured him, lowering myself onto his dick and down to the hilt.
"Oh… Ohhhh… I never thought I'd get to have sex again at this age. So this is how it feels. Amazing… I could orgasm any second…" he mumbled.
"Don't cum too soon. We're supposed to enjoy this." I waved at the camera and smiled, even though my face would be censored in mosaic. "Watch me have sex with him now."
I rolled my hips at a gentle pace since Miyamori mentioned being sensitive. It seemed he was still. As I bounced on him, his head rolled side to side on the pillow. His beer-tinged breath grew ragged.
"Oh, God… You feel so incredible!" Miyamori took one hand off the phone to fondle my breasts. They deformed easily in his grasp. The faster I bounced, the harder he squeezed them.
"Yes! Grab them harder!" I pleaded.
"I'm going to cum!" he warned.
"Give it to me! Let it out inside me!"
Miyamori let out an unflattering moan as he orgasmed into me. The hot sensation of his cum brought me to climax.
"I'm cumming, too! Ahhh!" I shuddered on top of him and remembered the camera. "Someone other than my husband came inside me raw… and I orgasmed from it… Oh, Miyamori!"
The phone slipped from Miyamori's hands, and his arms fell limp to the futon. He had fallen asleep, seemingly spent after a brief session. Thankfully, I found relief at last. I wiped the cum from my crotch with a couple of napkins, returned to the classroom to pick up my coat, and hurried home.
Lying in the comfort of my bed, I watched the recording of me and Miyamori having sex over and over again. The point of view from him gave me a glimpse of how I looked from the man's perspective. Obscene. Lewd. Sexual. Was I always so… slutty? I masturbated while rewatching the video, and it actually brought me to climax when I previously couldn't. Satisfied, I uploaded the video to Glimpse and, like Miyamori did, fell right to sleep.
The next morning, I awoke to the sex video racking up over 60,000 views and just under 400 likes. That was thousands of points already, likely with more to come as time goes by. Comments on the video were just as incredible, with some familiar usernames among them.
Hungrycroc: I blew fucking buckets to this
Blackbull4asians: That cock is so pathetic, baby. Let's meet up, and I'll show you what a real cock looks like.
Cuckboy4000: I wish I was married. My wife wouldn't even need to have sex with me. I'd let her fuck anyone she wants. I just want to watch!
Riggpllra: Show face already pls
Scrolling through the dozens of comments was getting me in the mood again. These people were watching me and likely masturbating to the video, too. The very thought turned me on so much, I was about to masturbate until Akemi's text dropped down from the top of the screen. She had gotten a call from Maruyama, asking us to meet at his place.
I rose from my empty bed and caught a glimpse of the future, where the rest of my life would be waking up alone. With Keita already gone and Tetsu regularly absent for work, this was all that I had to look forward to.
Sighing, I got up from bed and freshened up before hurrying to Maruyama's place. Akemi was already there. I followed them up to his bedroom which smelled of stale air and dirty laundry. The man lived sloppily. His bed was tucked into the corner of the room. Several video game consoles were stacked on the shelves next to the flat screen television. The personal computer tower looked like something out of a science fiction show, glowing with shifting neon lights.
"When was the last time you opened a window?" I groaned, going over to one to unlatch.
"Don't open the window! It brings dust in, and I don't like cleaning the internals of my computers!" Maruyama snapped.
I shot a look at Akemi, and she stifled a laugh.
"So, what did you find?" Akemi asked.
"Do you guys want the bad news or the bad news?" Maruyama asked.
"What's that supposed to mean? There's no good news at all?" Akemi groaned.
"None." He shook his head. "There was nothing about the NTL app itself."
"And the other bad news?" I sighed, folding my arms.
"This apparently contains an experimental prototype of an LLM."
Akemi and I stared at Maruyama utterly lost.
"It stands for large language model. It's uh… Well, you know how the brain is made up of a bunch of neurons? It's why we can think, learn, and do things. Think of an LLM as a digital brain, but with less elasticity and no blood," Maruyama explained.
"So, what? OmniAction made a brain in a computer?" Akemi pinched the bridge of her nose.
Not OmniAction. The parent company AxIon did. But! I'm willing to bet they integrated the LLM into your weird mobile app. The thing about language models is that they follow a set of parameters like rules for themselves to operate within. I might be able to put in some parameters to make it stop giving you games to play or something. I'll need your phones though," he said.
Akemi readily handed hers over to Maruyama. My grip instinctively clenched tighter on my phone. They turned to me expectantly.
"This is my only line to Keita and Tetsu. Why don't you work on Akemi's phone first? I-I'll give to you after we find out if your plan works," I suggested.
"Alright. Makes sense to me." Maruyama shrugged.
By contrast, Akemi held her gaze on me for an extra uncomfortable second before looking away. We left Maruyama's place afterwards. Akemi needed to drive Satoshi to Kosa, and hopefully arrange a regular ride for him from someone else there.
I walked back home feeling an empty void open up in my chest. If Maruyama succeeded in reworking the NTL app, that was it. I would return to my plain and uninteresting life.
"Not yet." I made an about face and walked to Himawari.
Students and faculty wouldn't be coming to school today, because it was Saturday. But I did know someone was there, even at this time. I found Miyamori in the foyer right through the entrance, replacing a floorboard. He shot to his feet upon seeing me.
"M-Marika! I didn't tell anyone about what happened and won't ever, I swear. Is… Is that why you're here?" Miyamori asked.
"No, actually… I was wondering if… you would like to record more videos with me," I said.
Stunned, Miyamori simply stared, face marked with disbelief. He quickly recovered and nodded in haste.