Volume 4 Chapter 15 Return Postponed (☆)
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Risa-san and I went straight to the apartment at the meeting place and received the keys to the new room from the doorman. Once the room was checked, Risa-san immediately made a phone call and completed the contracts for the basic infrastructure.
By the weekend, the room was set up, and we finally began our life in the Midtown apartment.
Sunday night.
In bed for the first time, we were cuddling and kissing lightly, and we gradually got more intimate. Before I knew it, my hands were moving on their own, and I had undressed Risa-san. “Wait, what? Shuu? There’s tomorrow,” she said, anxiously trying to close her legs, but I parted them and sucked on the love juices flowing out.
I spread her pink labia with my fingers, and her juices and my saliva glistened immodestly, her honeypot twitching as it craved me. It was erotic. I unwrapped the foreskin with my tongue, sucked the bean-sized clitoris with my lips, and licked and rolled it with my tongue, and Risa-san moaned with pleasure, holding me with her legs. I could feel a slight spasm.
From there, I slowly enjoyed a long sex session.
We’ve done this countless times, so I know which positions won’t burden Risa-san and how to make it mutually pleasurable.
”Shuu… aah, I’m good, just come already.”
I still wanted to keep going, but she said something heartless.
”I can’t come multiple times, it’s scary.”
I didn’t intend to make her come so many times.
As we connected, lewd sounds of “zuchu” and “kuchu” filled the air, and I massaged her fluffy breasts that spilled out of my palms, and she tried to remove my hand as I played with her small nipples.
”Risa-san, are you getting more sensitive? If you’re scared, you can hold back from coming.”
”I can’t! Ah, no… Shuu’s an idiot.”
I was scolded during sex.
Afterwards, I gave her the present I had prepared beforehand. Risa-san was delighted, saying, “Thank you. I’ll start using it tomorrow.” The present was a moisturizing cream that could be used daily. I bought it at a store in East Village five days ago, and I finally gave it to her.
Life here is a little less convenient than Risa-san’s room in the Japanese tower mansion. Still, it was better than my cheap apartment. I was also surprised at how expensive the ingredients for Japanese cuisine were.
The menu for home cooking was limited to ingredients that were affordable.
Since I wasn’t used to the cooking utensils yet, I woke up earlier than Risa-san to make breakfast. The day before, I had finely chopped chicken, divided it into small portions in ziplock bags, and boiled the bags in a pot before freezing them.
I defrosted them, mixed them with a sauce made of honey and grain mustard, and sandwiched them between bread, which I then heated and pressed in a hot sandwich maker.
I made a salad with sliced cabbage and grapes with skin, and I poured a dressing made of salt, pepper, vinegar, and oil over it. I also made a hot café au lait with extra milk in a mug.
”Risa-san, I think I’ll go back to Japan once,” I said.
I’ve only been here for a week—the base for my life here has been decided, and the setup for my new life is complete. It’s a good time to return.
”Already?.”
She said, her hands stopping as she heard my words.
”I closed the house keys, but I didn’t tidy up for a long absence, so there’s the fridge and the trash.”
”Ugh, the trash… I wonder what a mess it’s in.”
”I think it’s fine since it’s just regular plastic and paper trash. I used the disposer system for the food waste each time.”
”Then… I want to spend a little more time with Shuu…”
Risa-san said in a sad, coquettish voice, and I gave in to the temptation, saying, “Okay, I’ll stay for a while.” Life with Risa-san was calm, sometimes hectic, and too comfortable. I might easily give in to the temptation and continue living here without a visa for three months until the new semester starts, dragging my return until then. That’s what I thought until just before Christmas.
The day before Christmas Eve.
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I’m going out to buy ingredients for “chirashi sushi” to bring to the Christmas party at Ms. Elishira’s house, which Risa-san invited me to. The ingredients are shrimp, eggs, sakura denbu, avocado, seasoning powder for chirashi sushi, and rice. I also took out something heavy and thick that Risa-san asked me to bring this morning.
It’s probably another hobby book.
”Shuu, you’re going back home at the end of the year, right?”
I met Arshi-san, who is starting her Christmas break today, and when I handed her the package from Risa-san, she asked me that.
”No, I haven’t decided yet. I was supposed to go back last week, but it looks like it will be around early January.”
”What! If you don’t go back, our plans will be messed up!”
Plans? What plans?
”I haven’t heard anything about it. What plans are you talking about?”
Maybe it’s something they don’t want me to know. I immediately thought of the two of them passionately talking about the aesthetics of erotic illustrations featuring different types of guys.
But Arshi-san’s answer was completely different.
”It’s about the year-end event. Risa, Yuki, and I were planning in a group chat to make sure we don’t miss out on any doujinshi (treasures) during the holidays.”
”…Yuki-san?”
I had a bad feeling. It’s rude, but for some reason, hearing her name made me think that way.
”Yuki said, ‘There are circles that won’t sell to us because they think we’re reselling, so we should just visit the circles on the island that will sell to them’.”
Going around the island for the year-end event? What island? I don’t understand what’s going on. Besides, there hasn’t been any talk about Risa-san going back home at the end of the year.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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