Chapter 32: Peeking ❤
Nijima POV
I went to bed, but sleep wasn’t coming. The dream I had yesterday shaken me to the core. Makoto was a good man and had a stable income. Even low-level adventurers often paid better than normal salarymen. The problem was Sakura. She had claimed Makoto. That means I have to steal him from her.
I don’t want that. But I no longer have the luxury of choosing. My father is going to be released from jail soon. When he comes home, he might hit Mom and me again. This house belongs to him, so we can’t kick him out.
I hate men. My father aside, men are lewd and rough people. All they want is to push us onto the bed. Then afterward, they will discard us like used gloves. I heard countless stories about it from my friend who dated men. I planned to become a beautician or open a salon when I was a kid, after my father went to jail. I swore that I would no longer depend on men. But as of now, I am no longer sure. The real world was rough.
Vocational school was expensive. My mom refused to enroll me there. If it goes on like this, I would be lucky to work as a cashier or waitress in some restaurant. Working 12 hours a day for minimum wage was basically slavery. Moreover, such jobs were basically dead ends. There are no promotions, and bonuses are rare. I will live like that for eternity.
I don’t want that. Sakura was supposed to be in the same circumstances as me, but she got the easy way out with Makoto. It’s not fair. Is this how the real world works? Should I be like her and pander to adventurers? Can I be one of Makoto’s harem? Will Sakura approve of me becoming part of his harem? How should I approach this?
As I stewed myself in deep thoughts, my eyes grew heavy.
Then, I woke up in a dream. An empty room, devoid of anything but a lamp and a hole in the wall. Naturally, I peeked inside. There, I found Makoto and Sakura together.
“Master. Let’s play!” Sakura said. She brought toys from the room. Ropes, gags, blindfolds. My body trembled. As expected, men only abused women. But why did Sakura seem so happy? She was unlike mother, who cried whenever she was hit. She seemed eager and enjoyed being hit. The difference in their expressions was uncanny.
“Oh my. You seemed so eager today.” Makoto caressed her head. Then he slithered his hand into her breast.
That’s sexual harassment! But Sakura didn’t yell nor reject her. She cuddled him instead. Seemingly enjoying the caress. Did Makoto threaten her? No, that’s not right. Sakura seemed to be enjoying it. The proof lies in her sullen face when Makoto stopped groping her breasts.
“Stand up. Strip,” Makoto ordered. Sakura was red to her ears. You don’t have to obey that lecherous degenerate, Sakura!
I tried to call her, but my voice didn’t reach her. This was just a dream. Yeah. I just fantasized about this happening. But who can tell that this wasn’t happening. If I went with Makoto, would he do the same to me? No. I don’t want that.
Sakura stripped herself naked. Then Makoto tied her hand and looped it on the hook he had placed on the ceiling.
“Hah…❤ Master…” Sakura moaned as Makoto teased her nipples using a brush. Sakura squirmed as he continued playing with her breast.
“Let’s have you cum from your breast today, Sakura. You are my slave, after all.”
“Yes… Master…❤” Makoto then stroked her back. Sexually harassing. No, this is no longer harassment. This is an assault. But Sakura seemed to enjoy it. And the way she said it. Why did she call him Master?
After seeing such a spectacle, before I knew it. My body grew hot. Does being abused like that actually feel good? No. That can’t be right. It is wrong. But this is my dream! Did I secretly want this to happen? Do I hate Sakura so much that I wished for this to happen? Was it just sour grapes because I can’t have makoto for myself?
Various thoughts swirled inside me as Makoto teased Sakura. Then, he pinched her nipples.
“Cumming! Master! I am cumming!” Sakura’s body jerked as she peed herself. Makoto smirked and patted Sakura’s head. Then, he kissed her cheeks, and Sakura kissed him back. Their tongues intertwined.
“Good. I have trained you well.”
“Don’t be with other women, master. Please. I am enough, right! I will serve you with all my heart.” Sakura pleaded.
“Really? Then. hold yourself from cumming.” Makoto then went to her back and opened his pants. Then, he ploughed his erect penis deep inside Sakura.
“No… ❤This is impossible…❤ Master…” Sakura’s body trembled. Her eyes rolled upward. Her moan grew louder with each thrust. I have masturbated before, but I never climaxed while rolling my eyes like that. Does doing it with a man really make a difference?
Sakura was incontinent as Makoto pulled his cock from her pussy. Cloudy liquid dripped from her crotch. After seeing such scenes, my body was horny and I found myself fingering my pussy through my pants.
I thought it would be over. But Makoto then went to the front and lifted her legs. He then ploughed her pussy from the front and Sakura moaned again. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust. I was jealous. Even as fellow girls. I found her breasts to be sexy and attractive. My hand reached toward my breasts. Compared to her, my breasts were tiny. I am not flat, but unlike Sakura’s breasts where they overflowed, my breasts were even smaller than my hand.
Only people with certain tendencies would find me attractive.
I kept watching while fingering myself. Wallowing in self mocking. What am I kidding? Why did I even try to plot against Sakura? Let alone competing against her, I was just a bug or stone on the roadside. With such a marvelous body, there is no competition. I lost.
There is no way Makoto would even look at me when he had Sakura by her side.
“Sakura. Cum!” Makoto commanded with her bell. Like an animal, Sakura climaxed. My body trembled with her as I too reached my peak.
Then, I sprawled on the ground. I was jealous. The apartment room Sakura and Makoto had sex with felt luxurious. Unlike this empty room. Yeah. My life is like this room. empty .
“Yeah. there is no way i could compete against Sakura.”
“Who said you need to compete with her?” a sound whispered to me. I shook my head and found Makoto, fully clothed in a tuxedo, sitting next to me. I went to the hole and found complete darkness. They have disappeared.
“What do you mean there’s no need to compete? Makoto and Sakura are an item now. There is no way I could slip myself into their relationship, right? It is either me or Sakura, and the answer is clear. Sakura is prettier than me.”
“But you could. You could become Makoto’s harem number 2. You don’t actually love makoto, right? You just wanted to stay inside his house.”
“Ah… Well… but there is no way Sakura would agree.” I took a moment to consider his offer.
“You don’t need to ask for Sakura. Your focus is on Makoto. Blessed people often had multiple girls on their side,” Makoto whispered.
I then realized that he was right. There is no need to go against Sakura. I just need to go to Makoto and become one of his harem.
“But I don’t have any experience with men. How can I make Makoto look at me when he has Sakura? There were girls aiming for him, but he completely ignored them.” I hesitated, but plans began forming in my mind. This is a dream; there is no need to fear it getting out.
“Indeed. But don’t worry. You can always study if you find your skill lacking, right? Just look at Sakura. She was a virgin just like you. Virgins are more desired than used goods. You have the advantage. Moreover, you can always train to serve makoto here.”
“Ah! You are right! It’s better if I don’t have experience!”
“Ah. but it is better to train yourself to seduce Makoto. You can form your plan here in this white space.”
“But you are me, right? How can you help me?”
“... It’s called image training. You can’t just go to him right away, right? What happens if Makoto triggers your trauma and he leaves you? You would essentially be killing a golden goose.”
“Ah. right. Image training. That makes sense.” I nodded. There are times when I overreacted when boys patted my shoulder. I need to overcome that if I want to have a chance with Makoto. Unlike other men, Makoto has Sakura. Once he finds me distasteful, he could drop me quickly.
“See.”
“You are right. I need to do some image training. Once we did it once, I can then sue him and steal his house! Then, my mother and I can live happily ever after.” I said proudly.
“... Great. But won’t you pity him? Makoto is still Sakura’s boyfriend, right? Won’t it be better if you become her best friend and went to Makoto together? “Makoto scrunched up his face but praised me regardless. Right? I am a genius.
“Stop looking at me like that. It’s not like they will become homeless. Both Sakura and Makoto had a house. They are an item now, they could just move to one house while giving one to me! Makoto is an adventurer; he has a stable income!” I tried to justify myself
“Ah. But won’t I get an allowance myself if I become his bitch? No. too risky. I am second, and Sakura is first. Unless I take the initiative, Makoto can throw me away whenever he gets bored with me. If that happened. I will be homeless and will become second-hand goods. I need to take advantage of his lust.” I contemplated. A part of me indeed feels guilty. But it is me or them. It is a fight for survival.
“Great. As expected of Nijima. You are smart and cunning.” Makoto nodded. “You are right. Makoto is an adventurer and he has a stable income now. There is no need to feel guilty.”
“Yes! Let’s begin training tomorrow.” I pumped my hand. Just watch, Makoto. Your house will be mine.