Cherry Blossoms Ch.3
Perhaps to account for my guilt at cheating on her, I spent lavishly on Kameko, treating her to expensive dinners and clothes shopping expeditions. We even went away for the weekend to stay at a 5-star hotel with a private onsen and she booked several beauty treatments.
Kameko was really loving all the attention I was showering on her, which included plenty of sex, with all my energy and semen, now devoted solely to her. She even made a weird comment about how her parents 'might even approve of me' and it felt like things were getting serious.
Nevertheless, memories of Mrs. Hashira's silky pussy lingered. I still thought about the guest bedroom and her devotedly prepared meals. Whenever, Kameko and I went out and I ordered something Mrs Hashira has made for me, Kameko would express her surprise that I liked such exotic Japanese dishes. I just smiled sheepishly and said that I liked trying new things.
Having lots of money certainty helped and I wondered if my lavish spending and powerful sex drive were the only reasons Kameko still hung out with me. Despite the occasional comment she hadn't actually introduced me to her parents, and it became apparent that we didn't really have that much in common once the initial infatuation started wearing thin. Maybe I was just comparing my relationship with Kameko to the intensity of what happened with Mrs Hashira.
Nevertheless, I wondered where things were going when I started running low on cash again.
On a weekday morning, after Kameko had woken me with a sultry blowjob and left for work, I lay in bed considering my opinions. I reached for my wallet on the bedside table and pulled out the crisp white business card Mrs Hashira had given me when we said our goodbyes.
Reaching for my phone, I dialled the number...
Mrs Hashira's friend turned out to be a professor who wanted me to meet her at the university campus. She said she had a job for me. I was delighted. I could finally start teaching English again. Or perhaps she wanted help preparing an academic presentation. At least it was nothing sexual. Kameko was draining my balls twice a day and I wasn't sure I had it in me to impregnate any more beautiful women.
I got dressed and headed out, invigorated by the cold as I navigated the teaming streets. Girls passed me by, wrapped up in elegant coats and thick scarves. Although many of them flashed glowing smiles, I took relatively little interest. My balls were still warm and tingling, recovering from Kameko's early morning, doe-eyed, sucking prowess.
I arrived on campus soon enough, feeling nervous and unsure of what to expect. The grounds were beautiful, and I marvelled at the illustrious buildings draped in falling snow. All around me there were beautiful young university students, laughing and smiling as I passed.
Maybe it was because I was a foreigner that they found me so interesting to look. Maybe it was something else. I recalled the man in the sake bar and the strange taste of the drink he'd given me. The flavour still seemed to linger on my tongue as I made my way to the laboratories.
Following the professor's directions, I slowly navigated the labyrinthine corridors, the imposing buildings casting long blue shadows on the brilliant snow-covered ground. The bare trees were like stick figures frozen as though stunned by a witch and I stopped to admire the scenery from a high window as I reached the designated floor.
Stepping into the doorway, I was greeted by the sight of Professor Kahira. Framed by the sterile lab environment, she was a startling vision of mature, intelligent beauty. Her keen eyes sparkled with scientific curiosity behind a pair of designer spectacles and her wide hips caught my eye.
Awe-struck by her attractiveness, the initial charm offensive was quickly dispelled, however, as she ushered me into her office and launched straight into business.
"Thank you for coming, Max," she said, in an efficient and professional voice. "Mrs. Hashira spoke very highly of you. She mentioned your unique skillset, and I believe you might be the perfect candidate for a rather...unusual experiment I'm conducting."
My brow furrowed in confusion. Unique skillset? This wasn't what I'd been expecting. What happened to teaching English again? But before I could voice my questions, Professor Kahira continued, her voice taking on an academic tone.
"My research focuses on the physiological effects of cross-cultural interactions," she explained. "Specifically, I'm interested in how foreign individuals might influence the bodily responses of young breeding age Japanese women. Things like elevated heart rate, dilated pupils, and blood pressure changes - all indicators of potential excitement or nervousness."
She leaned forward, her eyes glinting with an almost predatory curiosity. "My hypothesis is that people tend to experience a heightened level of arousal when interacting with someone from a different culture. A touch of the unknown, perhaps."
Although this had not been what I had been expecting, I was intrigued to see where it was going.
Professor Kahira continued. "So, Max," she said, her voice laced with a soft hint of persuasion, "would you be interested in participating in my experiment? The financial compensation might not be extravagant, but the opportunity to contribute to groundbreaking research..."
The money wasn't amazing, that much was true. Not after what I had earned from the Hashiras. But a part of me, the curious part that thrived on new experiences, couldn't help but be intrigued by this bizarre scientific study and my balls gave their immediate approval having regained their usual fullness. The cherry on top was Professor Kahira herself. She was an undeniably attractive woman, and I was already undressing her in my mind.
"Yes. I'd be willing to participate," I said, rising to my feet and shaking the professor's soft hand.
A triumphant smile bloomed on Professor Kahira's face.
"Wonderful! I was hoping we could begin right away."
