The Bishounen Diaries
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,216
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0
Recommended:
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Disclaimer:
I've been writing to cleanly lately. I needed to get some filth off from my mind before I continued with my main works. There are no relations to actual people or events other than coincidental. It's ALL FICTION.
金曜日　２５八月　２０XX年
Only two days since the episode at the bistro. How would a mother allow and promote her daughter to behave that way? Now I can’t eat spaghetti in public unless I’m wearing loose fitting jeans. These scars, they are mental.
I’m on my way to the central part of Komaki to grab lunch with my agent before taking a plane to my family’s residence for the live debut of the season finale of ‘Hellsky’. I’ve shed my character by now, whether I’d call Wednesday help or hindrance.
The train is on time, but it’s still an hour before I get there, and it seems all people are doing is getting on, no one is departing. It’s crowded, but that’s okay. Nobody knows it’s me and it makes me feel like I’m a member of the working class again.
A bump here, an apology there, no status above human is awarded in the crowd. The equality is somber. A sweet scent wafts my way, the forecast of another incursion.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” A woman says after she bumps into me, pushing her way to the car ahead.
“It’s fine, but the train only goes so fast, if you thought walking to Komaki was faster you should have tried the trail.” I pointed to the dirt path along the maintenance route for the track. She decided to stay closer and not walk on.
Perhaps the futility or lack of purpose in pushing ahead a car just had to be pointed out to her. I enjoyed taking in her perfume for the next half hour. At one time she cast a glance up at me, and we both looked away uncomfortably.
She was shorter than me, so my sunglasses didn’t shield my eyes from her. It’s fine, we’re almost there.
I drift into the traveling daze, when an abrupt grip of my backside pulls me back. It was strong and intent. I could only think it was some pervert trying to grab the young lady by me.
I shot looks around to see if anyone was giving a tell. They were all my height or better in the immediate cluster, so I didn’t have to move my head much, they couldn’t see my eyes.
I looked down at the girl and she was blushing while gazing at the floor.
I moved her to the door and put myself in front of her. Now if anyone reached for her they would have to reach past me. I would catch them and stop them if I hadn’t already.
A few moments drift by and I feel successful until I get another firm grip on my rear. I wasn’t keeping sentry, so my reaction time slipped and I couldn’t see who it was. I turned to comfort the girl.
“Are you doing well?” I asked.
“I’m fine, Yori.” She knew who I was, she knew my name. She was undoing my shirt buttons. I was so shocked I didn’t stop her and she thrust her hand down past my belt and grabbed my attention fully. Her grip was strong. She was the pervert. “And you?”
I knew this happened on the railways, just not like this. I knew why those girls didn’t want to cause a scene now when groped. I didn’t want to. What if people saw and knew who I was. What if it hit the paper.
I wasn’t allowed to question the situation, she already grabbed my other hand and slipped it under the waistline of her skirt. I felt warmth and moisture.
She was staring at me directly, unblinking. Her gaze reminded me of the waitress’s assistant and her little girl. Were all the freaks in possession of this gaze?
I made my hand limp to avoid any further submersion, and tried to pull back, but her grip was iron. I wasn’t getting my hand back, and I wasn’t getting my son back either. She changed her grip to the dumplings. It was painful, and she waited for me to show it on my face before making her demands.
“Play along.”
I curled my fingers like she asked and felt relief. I don’t know what she had in mind, but she acted too late. The train was slowing to a stop.
“I’m getting off here.” I told her.
“No, you can’t get off too early, you’ll have to walk.”
I searched my mind for a way to free myself from this and get my clothing reset before the door opened. I tried fighting her strength, but it just got my dumplings crushed again.
Luckily for me, when the doors opened, the crowd pushed us out. She let go immediately and was nowhere to be seen. My shirt was partially undone, but nothing indecent. My hand was drying in the light breeze, and I felt freedom once again.
Where do these women come from?
I’m on my way to the central part of Komaki to grab lunch with my agent before taking a plane to my family’s residence for the live debut of the season finale of ‘Hellsky’. I’ve shed my character by now, whether I’d call Wednesday help or hindrance.
The train is on time, but it’s still an hour before I get there, and it seems all people are doing is getting on, no one is departing. It’s crowded, but that’s okay. Nobody knows it’s me and it makes me feel like I’m a member of the working class again.
A bump here, an apology there, no status above human is awarded in the crowd. The equality is somber. A sweet scent wafts my way, the forecast of another incursion.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” A woman says after she bumps into me, pushing her way to the car ahead.
“It’s fine, but the train only goes so fast, if you thought walking to Komaki was faster you should have tried the trail.” I pointed to the dirt path along the maintenance route for the track. She decided to stay closer and not walk on.
Perhaps the futility or lack of purpose in pushing ahead a car just had to be pointed out to her. I enjoyed taking in her perfume for the next half hour. At one time she cast a glance up at me, and we both looked away uncomfortably.
She was shorter than me, so my sunglasses didn’t shield my eyes from her. It’s fine, we’re almost there.
I drift into the traveling daze, when an abrupt grip of my backside pulls me back. It was strong and intent. I could only think it was some pervert trying to grab the young lady by me.
I shot looks around to see if anyone was giving a tell. They were all my height or better in the immediate cluster, so I didn’t have to move my head much, they couldn’t see my eyes.
I looked down at the girl and she was blushing while gazing at the floor.
I moved her to the door and put myself in front of her. Now if anyone reached for her they would have to reach past me. I would catch them and stop them if I hadn’t already.
A few moments drift by and I feel successful until I get another firm grip on my rear. I wasn’t keeping sentry, so my reaction time slipped and I couldn’t see who it was. I turned to comfort the girl.
“Are you doing well?” I asked.
“I’m fine, Yori.” She knew who I was, she knew my name. She was undoing my shirt buttons. I was so shocked I didn’t stop her and she thrust her hand down past my belt and grabbed my attention fully. Her grip was strong. She was the pervert. “And you?”
I knew this happened on the railways, just not like this. I knew why those girls didn’t want to cause a scene now when groped. I didn’t want to. What if people saw and knew who I was. What if it hit the paper.
I wasn’t allowed to question the situation, she already grabbed my other hand and slipped it under the waistline of her skirt. I felt warmth and moisture.
She was staring at me directly, unblinking. Her gaze reminded me of the waitress’s assistant and her little girl. Were all the freaks in possession of this gaze?
I made my hand limp to avoid any further submersion, and tried to pull back, but her grip was iron. I wasn’t getting my hand back, and I wasn’t getting my son back either. She changed her grip to the dumplings. It was painful, and she waited for me to show it on my face before making her demands.
“Play along.”
I curled my fingers like she asked and felt relief. I don’t know what she had in mind, but she acted too late. The train was slowing to a stop.
“I’m getting off here.” I told her.
“No, you can’t get off too early, you’ll have to walk.”
I searched my mind for a way to free myself from this and get my clothing reset before the door opened. I tried fighting her strength, but it just got my dumplings crushed again.
Luckily for me, when the doors opened, the crowd pushed us out. She let go immediately and was nowhere to be seen. My shirt was partially undone, but nothing indecent. My hand was drying in the light breeze, and I felt freedom once again.
Where do these women come from?