How much longer until Akemi returned? When Mr. Shiraishi eventually emerged from the bathroom, it was going to be incredibly awkward. I couldn't very well leave him either, especially not after that health scare. That would be horribly irresponsible of me.
My wandering eyes noticed unwashed dishes piled up in the sink. Dirty plates stained with broth residue, porcelain teacups stacked precariously as a tower, utensils strewn all over, and more. Much like Togetsu and its residences, they were left uncared for. I moved to start cleaning them. The faucet let out a slowly and narrow stream. Degradation in the pipes must have ruined the pressure. There wasn't even a sponge to use. I squirted dishwashing soap into my hand and got to work anyway.
Doing this felt right. I'd always wanted to be helpful. It was the least I could do to pay back the village that took part in raising me. The dishes were half-way done when I heard someone enter the kitchen. Faster than I could turn around to see who it was, an old pair of hands cupped my breasts.
"Who— Shiraishi?" I looked back and gasped.
"Eri, where have you been? I've missed you! I'm sorry for leaving the dishes all piled up. I'll make it up to you later," Shiraishi said, pressing his body against my back.
"I'm not…"
An intense stiffness rubbed between my lower thighs, which couldn't be anything other than Shiraishi's erection. His pants were very light and thin, worn for comfort in the humid Kumamoto summer. I'd felt how hard and thick his penis was between my chest earlier. However, the sensation back there gradually made me wet.
"Just let me hold you like this for a little while. I can't remember the last time I did." Shiraishi rested his face between my shoulderblades while his hips humped slowly and purposefully.
Why was Shiraishi mistaking me for his wife? In all the years I came to tidy up his home, he had always been cognitively fine. Maybe the heatstroke was to blame?
"It's me, Marika. I'm not Eri!" I tried getting through to him.
"Marika? What are you saying? You're definitely Eri. I'd recognize you anywhere by your clothes. Oh, I get it. You're just playing hard to get with me like usual, aren't you?" Shiraishi giggled.
It was the clothes! His hands slipped into my shirt— Eri's shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra either. Eri's clothing was one thing, but her underwear wasn't going to fit me. And the fabric was already strained against my chest, now more so. Grasping fingers kneaded my breasts and thumbs circled my nipples. I was getting turned on being touched this way, played with like a toy. By a man other than my husband Tetsu.
We weren't even playing a round on the NTL app and Shiraishi was getting his way with me. I could push him off. That was always an option. But he was a frail old man. A neighbor. A friend. What if I accidentally hurt him?
While distracted in thought, I hadn't realized that Shiraishi had taken one hand off my chest. Instead, it shifted into my pants. Gangly fingers creeped down to my groin. He found the damp patch between my legs and rubbed the one spot he shouldn't. Deft fingers stroked with precision and skill. I became weak in the knees, unable to resist. The faucet continued to run water down my pruned fingers, and its cool touch lit my senses on fire.
"I know you're feeling it. You always loved how I rubbed your clit. You're shaking so much. Are you getting close? It's okay, dear. Go ahead and finish," Shiraishi cooed, the vibration of his voice striking a chord in my spine.
"Stop… if you keep going, I'll…" I choked down a moan, my pleas beginning to waver.
My knees buckled. Shiraishi sank two fingers into me. There was no resistance. He entered as though I'd let him right in. His other hand squeezed breast with a vise. The two-pronged attack was too much to bear. I climaxed with his fingers still inside me.
"Oh ho! I can tell you really liked that." Shiraishi pulled out and stepped away from me.
Meanwhile, I stood there leaning over the sink and catching my breath, elbows propped against the counter. My body trembled all over.
"Now, it's only right if you return the favor. How about it, Eri?" Shiraishi asked.
"I… I—"
"Marika, Shiraishi! I'm back with the physician!" Akemi shouted from outside.
I quickly recomposed myself just as Akemi and Dr. Ohta entered. Shuuto Ohta was a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, donning a somewhat oversized blue and white button up shirt and khakis. He lived in Itsuki, a modest drive down the mountain from Togetsu. The doctor only occasionally visited to check on the resident or if an emergency warranted it.
Ohta carried a dark brown leather duffel, his medical bag which contained the bare minimum to treat people as best he could out in the sticks. I'd only met him a few times, but since he was a busy man and typically visited the elderly, we barely exchanged hellos.
"Ohta!" Shiraishi exclaimed as though what happened between us in the kitchen didn't.
"I heard from Akemi you had a heatstroke, Shiraishi. That's no good. You have to keep hydrated in the summer. Why don't we take this to your bedroom so you can lie down? I'll do a brief check up just to make sure you're alright," Ohta insisted, then bowed to me with a shade of red on his cheeks.
I bowed back, confused. Both of them left the kitchen, their footfalls growing more distant down the hall. Akemi, on the other hand, hung around and leaned against the wall. She looked me up and down and whistled sharply.
"Who are you putting on a show for?" Akemi asked.
"What do you mean?" I glanced down at myself to find my nipples clearly stiff underneath the tight shirt and a wet spot at my crotch. A scalding heat torched my face as it hit me that Dr. Ohta had definitely noticed. "It's hot, okay? And I'm wearing Shiraishi's wife's clothes because my shirt was drenched in sweat."
She waved it off. "I'm just pulling your leg! Anyway, you can head out to do whatever you were going to do before I texted you. I'll stick around. Make sure Shiraishi's fine until Dr. Ohta is done."
Right. The day wasn't even over yet. I still had to talk to Principal Iwata. Akemi walked me out of Shiraishi's house. Having a friend by my side, even though she didn't know the full truth behind me and the NTL app, was comforting.
"Hey, Marika?" Akemi called out as I'd gotten half-way through Shiraishi's yard.
"Yeah?" I spun around.
"When was the last time you left Togetsu? We should head into the city together sometime. Take in the urban sights, do some shopping. We're not getting any younger," she suggested.
"I'd like that." I smiled.
Akemi waved and disappeared into the house. I paused in the road to the sight of two cars. An old Kia Rio, whose blue paint had since faded and peeled in many places, that I knew belonged to Akemi. The other was a black sports car with the Toyota hood ornament. That must be Dr. Ohta's. Both cars didn't need to be side by side to understand which one was more expensive. A pang of envy cut through me.
What could life have been living in the lap of luxury? No. I shouldn't think that way.
[Marika, Marika!]
I pulled my phone out to Saya appearing on the lockscreen.
"What are you doing? Please, don't show up randomly like that. I could be with someone. There's got to be a setting to put you and the app on silent." I sighed.
[Oh, don't do that. There will be consequences to missing NTL rounds, even if by accident! And I'm just chiming in to tell you before you go too far— your partner, Principal Iwata, won't be at school.]
"How do you know that?"
[When you register partners, anyone with a cell phone automatically sends GPS signals. You can even check in the Partner System drop down menu!]
I opened the app and selected Partners. When the list pulled out, I pressed Principal Iwata. One of the options allowed me to view their location. It opened the Map app on my phone, showing a top-down map of Togetsu and a pinging dot.
[That dot is Principal Iwata!] Saya appeared on the map and pointed.
"Isn't this invading someone's privacy? Why does it show that? No, forget that. Do they know that I put them as partners" I asked nervously.
[Nope. Only you do! Or, if they have the NTL app, too.]
The casualness in Saya's playful voice perturbed me. But thanks to the app, I knew where Principal Iwata was and didn't need to waste time going to Himawari. Minoru Iwata lived in the middle of Togetsu. His house distinguished itself by its modern architecture, a stark contrast to the older and smaller homes around it. A sturdy timber frame rested on a concrete slab. Aluminum downspouts led away from the house. He even owned an SUV parked underneath a pavilion.
My heart pounded as I approached the front door. Every step seemed to be made by another force entirely than my own. However, with the future of my son Keita in mind, I pressed forward until I couldn't take a step further. I rapped my knuckles on the door and waited.
Moments went by, left to my own silence in Togetsu. Then the door finally opened. Principal Iwata was in casual clothes, a green polo and shorts. He adjusted the glasses sitting on his nose.
"Marika?" Even the principal appeared surprised to see me.
"I'm here to hold up my end of the arrangement. May I come inside? Before someone sees me and starts a rumor?" I asked.
"Of course, come in! I was just about to have some tea. I'll pour you an extra cup," he said, gesturing for me to enter.
I took my shoes off in the foyer, impressed by the smooth floorboards that followed into the hallway. Principal Iwata opened a sliding screen door into his cozy living room. A fuzzy couch faced a flat screen television. All the lights had been turned on, since the blinds were closed shut. The air conditioner hissed from the corner of the room, giving me the most relief I had all summer.
The principal disappeared into the adjacent room and returned a second later with a platter. On it were two teacups, a teapot, and some soy sauce flavored rice crackers. I accepted his hospitality and sat down on the couch. He joined me right after, sitting a little too close for comfort. I scooted over, subtly pulling out my phone to check if the NTL app had started a round. It hadn't yet. What was Saya waiting for? I wasn't going to initiate anything with him myself!
"Princi— mmph?!" I turned to the principal, only to have him press his lips to mine. Without thinking, I pushed him back and jumped off the couch, screaming, "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing? What are you doing? We both know why you're here, Marika. And dressed like that, too." Principal Iwata's eyes molested my body, and I was reminded of what I was wearing.
"No, I… this is just…"
"You want Keita to get into a good school? I can make that happen. Bump all of his grades and test scores to look like a straight A student. Don't you want that? The only answer I need from you, Marika, is to just take your clothes off. Stand there naked for me. The blinds are closed, so no one will possibly know," he explained, gaze full of perverted lust.
I balled up my trembling hands into fists. My face was getting hot again, and another part of my body was, too.
"What… do you want?" I asked.
"Why act so modest when you're the one who came to me? Like I said earlier. Take off your clothes for me," Principal Iwata repeated.
The humming air conditioner had grown deafening. I started with the shirt. Unlike my regular clothes, Eri Shiraishi's didn't slip off easily. The fabric was practically stuck against my skin. I gripped the hem with both hands, peeling the shirt over my head until it was like a small rag between my fingers.
I felt Principal Iwata's lecherous eyes before the cool caress of the AC. He stared hard at my chest, now unbound and out in the open. Next, I hooked my fingers on the light pair of pants, sliding it down to my ankles. I sat them in a pile on the couch.
"Now what?" I covered my chest with one arm and crotch with the other hand.
"Don't hide your assets now. Let me see you in all your glory!" Principal Iwata pleaded.
My arms fell limp to the side. The biting humiliation of having stripped naked in front of my former principal burned every inch of my body.
"Good, good… I want you to stay very still while I explore you." The principal approached me and brushed a finger against my labia. He lifted the same finger up to his eyes to admire the wet glimmer, then stuck it in his mouth to suck.
Disgust welled up within me.
"Is that enough?" I asked.
"Are you kidding me? This is only just the beginning. How about you explain yourself to me, Marika. Why are you so wet? You were hoping for this. Maybe that's why you're so excited," Principal Iwata teased.
"No, I— nnh!"
He stuck his middle finger into me. "Tsk, tsk. I don't appreciate students that lie, even if you are an alumni. You're practically leaking!"
The writhing finger pressed against a weird spot I didn't think possible. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he put pressure. It was my bladder. He was giving me the urge to pee. Not half an hour ago, Mr. Shiraishi invaded me. I had another man doing the same again.
"Please… If you keep doing that… I'll wet myself…" I squealed.
"Now you're being honest." The principal lightly pinched my nipple with his free hand and tugged.
The pleasure ramped up much more intensely than when Shiraishi did it to me earlier. It must be because I'd already climaxed. My body was sensitive. Principal Iwata picked up speed. Soon, the wet squishing sound drowned out the AC's humming. I was getting close. Another man who wasn't my husband was going to make me climax.
"Remember to be honest, Marika. How are you feeling? Are you getting close? Say so, if you are," he said firmly.
"Yes, it feels good… I'm close… I'm… I'm cumming!" I cried, emptying my bladder all over his hand.
Principal Iwata took his finger out of me and picked up a hand towel from the platter. He haphazardly wiped his hand and my legs. I stood in the middle of the living room, frozen. The AC's cool air hardly abated the extreme heat I was feeling from wetting myself.
My nipples were pulsing from being pinched and tugged. My legs were on the verge of collapsing. What next? What humiliation was he going to subject me to next?
"Well, I think we're done for today!" The principal smiled.
"Uh… huh?" I snapped out of my daze. "We're done?"
"You wet my floorboards. I need to mop this up before it seeps into the wood. We can continue next time, Marika. Go ahead and get dressed. You probably don't want to stay here longer than you need to, in case someone saw you come in earlier," he reminded me.
I put on my clothes and left Principal Iwata's house in a trance. Everything felt so strange and airy, as if I was in a dream. Even while making my way home, I'd stopped caring if anyone saw me in Eri's small clothing.
It wasn't until my phone rang with a notification did I come to my senses.
[Ooooh. What a minx you are, Marika!] Saya said as though to taunt me.
"Saya! Why didn't the NTL app give me a round when I was with Principal Iwata? What happened?" I demanded to know.
[But you didn't need the app to get freaky! You sounded so obedient. It was like you were a student again under Principal Iwata's thumb. Or rather, while his finger was inside you. Hehe! Anyway, whether or not a round happens is completely random. You can't force one to happen. Sooorrryyy~] She stuck her tongue out, hands pressed together apologetically. [It sounds like that man wants to see you again anyway. Maybe a round might happen. Who knows?]
I stuffed the phone back into my pocket. Tomorrow, huh? What was going to happen to me if I kept playing? Somehow, I began to fear the answer more than the app itself.