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‘Are you frustrated?’ he asked…

Sakamoto is in love with her boss, but he treats her like his younger sister. What is

Sakamoto to do?

Our Shacho is very fierce and

imaginative.

During work, this is okay, but in

more personal conversations, his flights of fancy become a problem especially

when you suddenly stop understanding what he is on about.

‘Sakamoto, what are you going to

have for lunch today?’ he asked. His hair and beard were unkempt; he would look

so cool if he cleaned up a little. I have never seen him that dressed up.

‘I’ve got a bento I made today,’ I

replied.

‘Eh? Have you gotten tired of

eating lunch with me?’ he asked vexed.

Here we go…I thought.

Our company sold minor imported

goods. We had a small staff, myself, my boss and two others, one managed the

bills the other managed the orders. Every day was filled with dealing our

Shacho’s delusions.

‘Don’t be like that. It’s the dry

week before payday!’

‘Do you dislike me?’

‘No…’

‘Or has your boyfriend told you not

to eat with other guys?’

…Listen to this man!

This is the kind of nonsense I have

had to deal with for the last two years. How is it that this person has wormed

his way into my heart?

‘I never knew you had a boyfriend,

what kind of guy is he? You had better break up with a narrow minded fellow

like that!’ he said.

It would be different if he was

joking, but this man was absolutely serious.

Well, this is how I have lived thus

far.

I sighed. How was this man an

adult? He was ten years older than me!

‘I don’t have a boyfriend. I will

tell you when I get one!’

‘Truly?’ he asked.

Are you my father? (Zuben: Nah, your

daddy <><>

‘Yes, truly.’

I get testy when the topics of

boyfriends or marriage come up. I would have been happy if it was any

indication of romance.

The boss is thirty three, and I am

twenty three. I personally have no problem with dating someone with that age

gap. But I feel like the boss sees me as his daughter. (Zuben: hmmhm)

I know that I am not hated, and I

am sort of honoured that he sees me like a daughter or sister.

His long fingers.

I am not very experienced in the

s.e.x department, but everytime I look at his fingers, I imagine him inserting

his finger into my p.u.s.s.y and stirring me up.

‘Okay, I’ll get a bento from the

convenience store today.’ He said calming down. He finally smiled after letting

go of his latest mania.

I quickly turned back to my

computer screen intending on working.

We were renting an apartment in a

condominium as our company offices, and sell our products on the internet, so

the computers were indispensable. I am happy I took computer courses in junior

college, so I can handle the work without difficulty. (Zuben: But we digress)

There was a groan, ‘Sleepy…’ he

said as he stretched.

When we first started, there was a

lot of free time, but recently we have started getting lots of orders. So the

boss has been working late preparing the orders for s.h.i.+pping, so it is no

surprise that he was tired.

‘Shacho should have a nap in the

next room. There haven’t been many orders today, so I should be able to handle

things.’ I said.

‘Ah, that’s no good. Alright, I’ll

let you hold the fort. Wake me up in fifteen minutes?’

I glanced at the clock after Shacho

had gone into the resting room. It was ten-fifteen. Fifteen minutes would be

enough time to finish the updates on the site.

When I graduated, I struggled to

find work. But I somehow got lucky and found work here as a secretary and

administrative a.s.sistant. But I feel that my job description also encompa.s.ses managing the

boss as well.

The salary wasn’t high but I felt

the work was fun and rewarding in a sense, since I was involved in most aspects

of the business.

I finished the website updates and

went to the resting room. Shacho was sleeping in the cot we had put there for

his naps or working too late to go home. (Zuben: Cos this is j.a.pan, work is

lyf!)

I shook his shoulder,

‘Hmm…Maki?’ he called drowsily.

Calling me by my first name was

unusual; I was stunned for a moment. Was he dreaming of me? I peered into the

face of the president with concern wondering what kind of dream he was having

when his eyes opened and our eyes met. (Zuben: s.e.xy dreams)

‘Shacho?’ I called.

Shacho’s hand reached out, s.n.a.t.c.hed

my hand and drew me into bed with him. I was suddenly surrounded by his warmth,

‘Ah, that…!’

‘Be quiet,’ he said as he put his

hand behind my head and touched his lips to mine.

What? Am I being kissed right now?

I have to get away quickly, I

though frantically, but Shacho’ arms were like a vice around me. He forced his

tongue into my mouth.

I groaned in protest, but Shacho’

tongue entwined with mine which is confused by the invasion. His movements are

vivid (Zuben: Vivid?), and I begin to lose my head.

He nipped, sucked and licked my

lips and mouth mixing our saliva. (Zuben: A saliva c.o.c.ktail, if you would)

This was unlike any kiss I have

ever experienced. I was being thoroughly kissed, so much so that I began to grow

aroused. I had read in a women’s magazine that there was an erogenous zone in

the mouth. I feel the veracity of that statement right now.

Was it that my ex-boyfriend was bad

at kissing?

Or was it that Shacho is good at

kissing?

Either way this was a level I could

not compete against.

I groaned.

I want it.

I want to do it right now.

The arousal was an ache that was

becoming unbearable.

Suddenly we were parted.

I opened my eyes to see a surprised

red faced Shacho.

‘Oh I am so sorry. I am so sorry!’

he said in dismay. He was fl.u.s.tered.

This made me sad, it seemed I was

the only one getting excited. It seemed the Maki in his dream was not me.

‘I didn’t not know what I was doing

I was half asleep!’

I wanted to cry.

I wanted to protest this meanness.

But once I do that, I could never

come back from it.

Shacho would not fire me, but I

wouldn’t be able to face him.

‘I have done a bad thing, I am so

sorry.’

If he apologised any more, I would

be even more hurt.

I pouted looking annoyed and rose

from the bed, ‘Buy me the best and biggest dessert in the shop’

He smiled; he was relieved by my

words.

There was something reproachful

about his change of expression.

I was now very clear about how Shacho

felt about me.

I was depressed to the extent I

could not eat my lunch.

I could not taste the pudding and

fresh cream I ate after.

“You have no s.e.x appeal.”

This is something I have been told by

my ex-boyfriend, male friends and one or two girl friends. That seems to be me

in a nutsh.e.l.l.

I preferred to wear jeans and a

s.h.i.+rt or t-s.h.i.+rt. Even when I was in college, my former part time job or now in

my present job; I preferred my jeans and top with parka combo. It was hard to

be s.e.xy in that. (Zuben: Some people somehow manage it, it's not about clothes)

But, right now because of preparing

the items for packing and s.h.i.+pping, it was still more convenient to wear jeans.

‘Well then, at least wear make-up.’

This is what my friends’ had

suggested.

My make-up routine was light; BB

cream and clear lip gloss.

Would wearing more make up increase

s.e.x appeal? Was that the cause?

I stared at my face in the mirror.

I put on lipstick I hadn’t worn

since I was looking for work. Because I don’t use lipstick, I feel it dense upon

my lips. (Zuben: I feel your pain)

Shacho, will you notice? Will it

make you a little conscious of me?

I kept the jeans but wore a dressy

top my friend gave me to celebrate getting a job.

I usually hold up my pony tail with

a black hair band. I change to a pink scrunchie.

As expected, the changes are too

sudden, I barely recognise myself in the mirror.

I left for work thirty minutes

earlier than usual. I could not sit still even if I had things to occupy the

time.

Even though I know that the world

doesn’t care about me, I care about their eyes because I look different from usual. I fidgeted, feeling like I was being watched.

Because I arrived early for work, I

went to the coffee shop near my work. I went there often to eat lunch with Shacho

and get coffee during breaks,

‘Welcome, Miss Sakamoto!’

Sakurai-kun, one of the cas.h.i.+ers I was familiar with was definitely unsettled at

seeing me.

…I wish I hadn’t done this.

Perhaps it didn’t suit me.

I wish I had gotten my friends to

veto the look before I tried it.

I was embarra.s.sed and quickly went

to sit in my usual spot by the window.

Sakurai brought a serviette and water

in a fl.u.s.ter,

‘Are you going somewhere today?’ he

asked

‘Well…just to work?’

‘And after?’

‘I’m not going anywhere,’

He was a student working part time

the café, he’d known me since I started working at the company, so he knew what

my usual style was.

‘…Is it strange?’ I asked

Sakurai shook his head, ‘You look

very cute. I was very surprised!’

‘No no no’ that can’t be, I

thought.

‘Are you serious?! Maybe you have a

boyfriend?’

Boyfriend?!

‘Or someone you like?’ he asked

brightly guessing my depressed mood.

The person seems out of my reach.

I looked more depressed.

Sakurai was a megane-kun, who looked good in his black framed gla.s.ses. He really

had a cute face, I thought, looking at him properly.

‘If there isn’t, can I be a

candidate?’

What?

‘Don’t think I am joking,

Sakamoto-san, I want to dye you in my colour. However, I am puzzled.’ (Zuben:

Ew!)

What is this boy saying early in

the morning? (Zuben: I know right?)

‘Don’t think that because I am

younger than you I am out of range. I am only younger than you by two years,’

That is not possible! (Zuben: Do

you look that old? Or does he look that young?)

‘I am unattached –ow!’

Sakurai-kun was suddenly crouching

down holding his head in agony.

 Shacho was behind him rubbing his fist.

(Zuben: How dare you poach on his territory, isn’t that right ‘Boss-san’?)

‘Can you not embarra.s.s my employee

at your work place?’ Shacho said

‘We are free to find love

anywhere!’ Sakurai replied

‘Vomiting out such horrendous lines

at women isn’t going to get you anything,’

Without looking at me, Shacho bowed

to the owner of the café and left. I hurried after him.

We didn’t talk as we entered the

office and I went to my desk and sat quietly waiting for my computer to start.

‘Do you like Sakurai?’ he suddenly

asked breaking the silence.

I jumped at the sound of his voice.

‘While he looks cool, I don’t

recommend him.’ He continued

‘No, different…’

‘It is because there is no

relations.h.i.+p with his girlfriend. I think that a sincere man is better.’

Sincerity, you think?

Was Shacho sincere?

Kissing me like that yesterday.

My mood seemed to be transmitted.

He scratched his head,

‘But I can’t make a.s.sumptions about

people.’

‘On my part, I do not like

Sakurai-kun like that,’

‘But that look…’

‘What is wrong with how I look?’ I

said my tone firm

Will he notice my tone? Who do does

he think I want to see me like this? Who wants to be liked?

‘…Sakamoto doesn’t usually’

I close my eyes and sigh.

‘Are you frustrated?’

Yes. (Zuben: Mentally or s.e.xually?)

‘What are you talking about?’ I

asked

‘Is anyone good enough? I wish I

was consulted…’ he said quietly.

‘What a moment…’

‘But,’ he cried out excitedly, ‘you

still shouldn’t go for Sakurai-kun, he is so sloppy.’ (Zuben: Isn’t he just.

Yeesh)

I shot out of my chair angrily.

Shacho was surprised, and his

rambling was suspended temporarily.

I stood before Shacho who was

sitting and looked down at him. (Zuben: Are you going to shout? Give him what

for? Cos if he doesn’t want the cookies, what is his business who wants them?)

‘If that is the case,’ I said,

‘Would it would be nice if it was Shacho?’

‘Eh…?’

‘”Frustration.”’ I pa.s.sionately blurted out, ‘Isn’t that what you suggested? Don’t you think that you kissing

me yesterday was the cause? This is the consequence.’ 

I suddenly calmed down. He had no

reaction.

It was mortifying to complain about

such a thing.

‘Pardon me. Please forget it.’ I

said bowing and turning back to my seat.

At that moment, he grabbed my hand.

‘Eh?’

‘If I am okay, I will be your

partner.’ He said and dragged me to the resting room and pulled me into the bed

‘Shacho,…Nn!’

He kissed me, as he rolled over my

body. I accepted his kiss.

Shacho’s tongue ravaged my mouth

excitedly. It was like my tongue had become a s.e.x organ, his tongue felt good

against mine.

Did Shacho have a wrong idea

kissing me like this? Does he think me a h.o.r.n.y girl? Shacho’s delusions are

extreme. He probably thinks I am a s.l.u.t. (Zuben: Nah, his dreams are coming

through)

I moaned.

Saliva over flowed from the edge of

my lips. (Zuben: Who kisses like this, letting saliva over-flow? s.e.x is already

kinda icky, can we keep it from being even more so, j.a.pan?)

I was getting wet, I could feel the

heat between my legs.

I come up for air and Shacho

attacked my ears; one ear was being gently caressed while the other was between

his lips. The ear became numb with pleasure as that disagreeable sound was

transmitted to my brain.

I wonder if he is going to do this

to the end.

I would like to of course, but I

would not be able to work if that happens.

His hot tongue invades my ear, and

I arch my neck unconsciously. It was a frustrating gentle pleasure. I wanted

him to do more, but I think he’s teasing me.

‘I did not think Sakamoto was such

a naughty girl,’

‘Aahn, that’s different, I am not,’

‘What’s different? Yesterday’s kiss

made you frustrated, didn’t it?’

About yesterday’s kiss…

He talked about it like it was no

big deal. I wondered what Shacho had in mind. I was expectant and a bit anxious

about the unknown pleasures that would be given to me from now on.

Maybe I am lewd like the president

said.

‘I am taking your top off,’

Shacho’s voice echoes in my brain. He pulled the blouse up to my chest and I

could feel the touch of his fingers directly on my skin.

A bony finger, so different from a

woman’s, traced around my belly.

‘Oh,’ I cried. It was ticklish and his touch made me squirm with pleasure. Then he began to stroke my sides slowly. At first it was

ticklish, then it began to turn into pleasure. My skin became sensitive as

gooseb.u.mps appeared. My p.u.s.s.y was wet; a testimony of the pleasure I was

feeling.

‘Maki is so sensitive,’ he

whispered with a happy chuckle.

Till now, I have had three

boyfriends, but none of them had said such a thing. I had thought it was rather

difficult for me to feel pleasure.

His hand moved up my body round the

sides to the top. Then his hands were on my bra.s.siere and it was soon undone.

A phone rang. (Zuben: Dammit!)

It was the company phone. Shacho

pulled down my top and signalled that I should wait.

I was too aroused. I moved and I

could feel the slickness between my legs, there was a sound as well.

From the other side of the door, I

hear Shacho apologising. It must be a complaint.

Shacho came back into the room

wearing his coat.

‘Was it a complaint?’ I asked. He

nodded as he stroked my cheek.

‘It’s not far, I will drive there.

Work does not wait for this sort of thing.’

‘Wa…I understand,’

‘Do not comfort yourself,’ Shacho

said laughing mischievously as he left. It took me a couple of seconds to get

the implication. My face grew hot.

Doing it myself…

The thought made me throb down there.

I unhooked my jeans and reached

into my underwear. Although I just stroked the entrance, my fingers were

quickly coated in love juice. Even such a little stimulus was sweet.

It wasn’t that I have never

comforted myself.

I moved my slick fingers up and

down along my slit, I began to feel good. At first it was gentle pleasure, but

then the sensation grew stronger.

I stopped.

What am I doing? I am in the middle

of work!

I put my clothes back together,

tidied my pony tail and went back to my desk.

Index ❋ Chapter 3&4