Rember: if anything bothers you, speak up: things can change.
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Tomy-chan was dancing Rey-chan’s choreography; she was making the sa movents, but... why was it so unsatisfying?
"Tomy, co with , I want to go sowhere..."
Gulp. I swallowed hard.
It’s going to be today... today I’m going to take my sweet childhood friend to... play with that stranger...
I wanted to stop myself, I swear I did! But... I’m not strong.
Sorry, Tomomi-chan. I, Mikio, will do sothing unforgivable...
I felt like the villain in a cheap ani, the personification of moral weakness. The contrast was excruciating. Rey-chan, untouchable purity, was my ideal; Tomomi, the devoted friend, was my sacrifice. I was using her body and trust to feed a perversion I had discovered by accident. Every beat of my heart was a silent "I’m sorry" that I would never say aloud.
"Go out...? Where?" She always becos monosyllabic when the word ’outside’ cos up.
"You’ll see..." I don’t have the courage to tell her...
I slowly guided her toward the square. Tomy started shrinking and gripped my arm.
She looked at , asking with her eyes where I was going...
Tomy... don’t look at like that...
I looked away. I started to feel guilty, but the thought of giving up never crossed my mind.
Now I would go all the way.
The walk to the square was short, but it felt like an eternity. The silence of the rural village, usually comforting, now suffocated . Tomy-chan clung to my arm, her small body shrinking with every step. Her touch was warm and familiar, an anchor I was about to drag into the darkness. I could feel her soft breath on my shoulder. She wasn’t just nervous; she was scared. But she trusted .
When we entered the square, I started looking around, searching for the old man. The beggar was exactly where I expected, on the sa bench, under the crooked shadow of an old tree. He seed like an immutable part of the abandoned landscape.
"M-Mi..." Tomy grabbed tightly.
He must be in the bathroom...?
But then I saw soone on a bench.
Fuuuuh~ I let out the air and started guiding Tomy toward him.
When we got close, Tomy stopped walking.
I couldn’t look her in the eyes. But I knew she must be super confused about this. I had said before that I felt guilty about judging the old man, but... it was a very fragile argunt.
"...I’m going to apologize... we were rude yesterday..." It was a lie, but she would accept the behavior because it was sothing I would actually do.
Tomy stared at with her doe eyes and nodded. Her grip on intensified. Her hands were holding so tightly that I felt a little more guilty. I didn’t have the courage to be 100% honest with her... even though I was sure she would end up accepting...
But then... if I told her, it would lose its charm...
There he was, the sa clothes as yesterday... the sa greasy hair... the sa strange presence.
Gulp.
Cough, cough. I coughed to get his attention, Tomy-chan moved restlessly.
He slowly stood up, looking at us with a surprised expression.
"Hoho, look who we have here..."
I took a deep breath, my heart was already pounding.
"S-Sir... we ca here to apologize for yesterday..."
He stared at us, surprised.
"Apologize?"
I nodded.
"Yes... we... we are not used to strangers, so we got scared..."
The old man started alternating his gaze between the two of us.
"Ah, I see... but your friend here seems to disagree with your apology."
Tomy, already nervous, started trembling and hiding behind .
"Sh-she’s just shy around strangers..."
"If you ca to apologize, great! But show so respect! Don’t shrink and hide from my sight, little girl!"
Eeeh, Tomy moaned softly.
The beggar seed to be getting annoyed by her behavior...
I realized his gaze wasn’t angry, he was enjoying provoking her...
Gulp.
"No, sir, she’s just shy... we really are sorry."
The old man stood up and looked at us mockingly.
"So, to prove it, how about an apology hug?"
Gulp. He... he was plotting...
Tomy started trembling as the old man approached. She looked at , pleading with her eyes to leave.
Sorry...
"Okay..."
The old man’s eyes widened in surprise.
"Hohoho."
" first..."
I let go of Tomy and approached for a hug. My hug was robotic, just enough to fulfill the gesture. His sll was a strong mix of sweat, dirt, and maybe alcohol, sothing completely opposite to the gentle floral perfu Tomy-chan always wore.
"There, there. Now the little girl."
The beggar seed to drool as he stared at her.
Tomy clung to and looked at , seeking information on what she should do. She always acted like this, never deciding on her own, always depending on to choose for her.
"Tomy... just an apology hug... okay?"
I held my gaze steady on hers, using all my silent manipulation. Her face went through an internal struggle: instinctive repulsion versus blind obedience. I saw her eyes well up again, the small betrayal of herself. It was a battle she always lost, as I was her only anchor in the world. "I promise it will be quick," I whispered, a blatant lie that sounded like comfort. She accepted her fate.
She kept staring at , trying to understand what I ant. I know she was averse to contact with strangers, yet I was asking this? That’s what her look told .
"Just to apologize for being rude yesterday... we acted like he was a criminal... we were very rude and acted cruelly."
If it were to asure who was more wrong... the semi-naked man in the won’s bathroom would have won the prize.
She fell silent and then looked into my eyes, asking: Do I really have to do this?
I nodded.
Tomy took a deep breath and slowly started walking towards the man... her steps were short and hesitant, she held her hands anxiously, her gaze always seeking mine.
The impatient beggar walked up to her and wrapped her in a tight embrace. The old man pulled her with surprising force, and her whimper (EEEEPH) was muffled against the dirty fabric of his shirt.
"Ohohoho. You were serious..."
Tomy tried to pull away, but her body, despite being voluminous, was surprisingly fragile against his brute strength; her movent was more a reflexive recoil, a spasm of repulsion, than a real attempt to flee.
He, noticing the hesitation, not only maintained the pressure but hardened the grip, surrounding her completely with his rough, strong arms.
On the contrary, he moved closer, not just his torso, but now his whole body against hers.
The contact imdiately deepened, going beyond a simple courtesy touch; it was a territorial possession. He glued his thin, slly torso against Tomy’s body.
The forced proximity made the contrast between the two even more stark: Tomy’s warmth and gentle perfu were swallowed by the odor of the street and gri embedded in his clothes. His pelvis settled into the curve of her hip, eliminating any distance and turning the hug into sothing intimate and invasive.
I saw Tomy tremble. She couldn’t stand physical contact with people other than , and now she was trapped in a hug not only with a stranger, but a pervert who had already exposed his grotesque mber to her.
"W-we... w-we were serious..." I replied.
The old man wrapped his arms around Tomy’s waist and squeezed her clothes. He seed to want to rge with her. He was savoring the contact with malice. He inhaled deeply, almost like an animal.
"Truly, truly... this old man here is so lonely... it makes happy to see such sweet... charitable souls."
One of his hands slid to her hip.
Tomy trembled.
"...we... we are happy about this, sir..."
The old man released Tomy; she turned, her face red and her eyes teary. But before she could leave, he hugged her from behind.
EEEEPH, Tomy-chan whimpered.
The image of him pressed against her from behind... seeing both faces... both expressions... hers of anxiety to get out of there and his like a wolf that caught a sheep... his grotesque body stuck to hers... I’m extra hard...
"Calm down, little girl... it’s so nostalgic to hug soone like this... I need a little more... attention."
His arms, which went inside her jacket, moved over her belly... I could see his thick, dark fingers disappearing as he squeezed the fabric of her jacket.
EEEEPH
Gulp... I’m so hard I might tear my pants... I looked down to see the slight bulge in my pants.
"Mi," Tomy’s small voice.
Sorry...
"S-so... where do you sleep, sir?" I pretended not to notice the movents of his hand inside her shirt... the way he fitted his pelvis behind hers...
"...hohoh..."
He laughed curiously as he looked at . He seed to think I wasn’t understanding what he was doing... but I... I am very wrong...
Sniff, sniff. He slled her hair.
"So fragrant..." he whispered.
"...I sleep anywhere... I’m not demanding. Where I fall, I sleep!"
Tomy looked at for help. I smiled at her and nodded, signaling that everything was okay.
Her eyes widened in surprise and then she tried to understand what was happening. She didn’t fight, didn’t run, didn’t refuse.
As always, she obeyed.
She shook her head at , and I nodded back at her. And she just stood there looking at , her face very red. I not only know what he’s doing, but I’m facilitating it, making my dear childhood friend accept it.
"...so tender..." the old man whispered as he hugged her tightly.
His hands pulled her into tight hugs while they road over her belly. The bulk of his hands inside her shirt was... exciting.
Then he lowered his hands, slowly sliding them out of the jacket’s sight. His thick, dark fingers, hardened by the street, found the side of her hip, in that voluptuous area she tried so hard to hide. The grip there was imdiate and possessive.
EEEEPH, Tomy whimpered cutely again.
The man began to rub his hip against hers. The movent was slow at first, but soon beca a rhythmic and intentional friction. The rough, dirty fabric of the old man’s clothes scraped against Tomy’s hip, transmitting a feeling of coarse invasion.
She must be feeling the old man’s grotesque mber rubbing against her big butt... the mory of the ugly mber and then the image of Tomy’s bare butt erged together in my mind.
Gulp. I swallowed hard.
The beggar, with his eyes narrowed in pure pleasure, articulated every movent with a subtle sway of his body, turning the forced kindness into a blatant affront, he pressed his hideous body firmly against her. Tomy, trapped, with a red face and moist eyes fixed on , couldn’t move; her obedience was as deep as her panic.
The anxiety was palpable. For her, who covered herself out of sha for her "violent" curves, who had a severe aversion to any physical contact with another person, having this part of her body ’exposed’ and handled in that public way, even if ’hidden’ in the hug, was the pinnacle of her submission to my will.
I saw her every tremble, every drop of anxiety running down her face, and, instead of moving to protect her, my own bulge in my pants seed to grow.
"...you have good hearts... children... it makes happy to know that today’s youth is so good... doing charity for those in need..."
His fingers sank into Tomy’s clothes.
EEEEPH
He tried to put his hand inside her pants, but Tomy, with a jump, ran away from him and rushed to . She hugged and stayed quiet.
...I guess it was too fast...
"Ohohoh..."
The old man smiled with half joy and half disappointnt.
"You truly are sothing..." he said as he sniffed his hand.
"We’re happy you forgave us..." I gave him friendly space to maneuver his sche, to weave the trap.
Yes. That’s right. I saw it on his face. He was plotting sothing.
The old man seed to think of sothing and then spoke.
"You know... I live alone... and it’s good to have company sotis... How about you, young friends, co here sotis? You know... you can think of it as charity for an old man. Giving the needy what he needs..."
The beggar tried to put on a facade of a kindly old man, but he was practically drooling. The desire was blatant in the way he looked at her.
Tomy trembled next to , feeling the intense gaze.
Sorry, Tomy...
I smiled and shook my head.
"Of course... it costs us nothing..."
Tomy trembled more intensely.
The old man smiled widely, clearly showing the lack of teeth in his mouth.
"Good, good. Hehe, you’re a good friend, a good friend."
The beggar seed to think of sothing.
"Do you promise? Do you promise you’ll co back?"
He looked at us frantically.
"...well... we’ll co tomorrow, then, okay?"
I reassured him, looked at Tomy.
"Right?"
She stared at , and in that final instant, the silent struggle in her eyes dissipated. She stared at and then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, nodded her head.
The nod was small, a physical betrayal of her real will to keep away from anyone else, but for , it was a resounding confirmation that my desires would be fulfilled.
That minimal movent sealed our fate, consolidating the power I held over her and the promise I had just made.
In that mont, she wasn’t just agreeing to co back; she was agreeing to beco an instrunt for my warped pleasure. I felt the dirty triumph of the voyeur and, imdiately, the nausea of guilt for having destroyed her last boundary.
Even far from the square, we could still hear the laughter of the holess man.
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