Time passed.
"Seriously, woman?!" Forty-three Sora said in a roar, holding his wife's cellphone, which displayed messages between Sora's wife and a police officer Sora was friends with in high school. "You want to suck him off today?! It's already bad enough I just found out he paid to have sex with you. How many other guys are you prostituting yourself to?!"
Sora's wife-Minoko-snatched her cellphone from Sora.
After placing the device in her pocket, she shoved Sora into the living room wall. She glowered before saying, "Fuck you. You're not the man I should've married."
Sora clenched his fist. He prepared to slam his fist into Minoko's face, warm rage coursing through him.
Minoko shifted her gaze to her husband's trembling fist, scoffed, left the living room.
Sora yelled, despising the fact he didn't strike the woman who was unfaithful to him.
He shook his head, stepped into a bedroom in the apartment.
No one had slept in the bedroom in months.
Sora sat on the bed, rubbed the comforter, sighed.
"What a way to start my vacation." Sora said in an soft tone.
He listened as Minoko insulted him in the master bedroom.
Sora gritted his teeth. In a soft tone, while pop music played in the teenage neighbor's apartment, the husband said, "Dammit, where did you go? Just let me find you, so everything can be back to normal. Please."
Sora stood as tears formed in his eyes.
He wiped at his face, left the home, intent on putting distance between himself and his wife, intent on leaving Tokyo for his vacation.
Outside Sora's apartment's door, the husband walked to the spot in front of the neighbor's front door.
He knocked on it.
"Hey, please turn that music down, Ikumi-chan." Sora said. His mind filled with the fact his wife would be the sole occupant in his home for awhile. Sora smirked. "Actually, nevermind! I'm sure certain people wouldn't mind that blasting music for awhile!"
Sora turned his head to the right, chuckled. He said, "Fucking bitch. I should've stayed single."
Ikumi's front door opened.
Pop music met Sora's ears stronger, emitting from a black radio on Ikumi's living room table.
Ikumi, dressed in her school uniform, kept her eyes trained on Sora as she sucked a straw transporting dark brown soda from a can.
"Yeah, Sora-san?" Eighteen-year old Ikumi said after she stopped drinking. She slid her tongue against her top life.
Inside his clothes, Sora's cock hardened.
Sora gave a bow, as awkward as a person trying to charm a beautiful girl after walking into a tree.
"Can I come in? I want to listen to more of your music. You have good taste." Sora said.
Eight minutes later, Sora pushed Ikumi against her bedroom wall, letting her body make contact with the spot near a photograph on the wall displaying Ikumi's father, who was Sora's age.
The man and the schoolgirl exchanged kisses.
Sora fondled Ikumi's breasts through her clothes, readying himself to have sex with a eighteen-year old schoolgirl.
While Sora planted his lips against Ikumi's neck, the schoolgirl said, "Please fuck me, not your wife."
Without looking, Sora unbuttoned Ikumi's school blazer.
The married man stopped kissing the girl's neck.
He took off her blazer, unbuttoned her dress shirt, moved the two unbuttoned clothing pieces to the floor.
Sora squeezed Ikumi's breasts, took off her bra, threw it.
"Nice." Sora said before gripping Ikumi's left breast.
Ikumi took off her skirt, removed her panties.
Four minutes later, Sora pounded into Ikumi's warm, wet, young, pussy from behind, his stress gone, replaced by overwhelming joy, intense lust.
Pussy juice sprayed from Ikumi's pussy.
Sora didn't stop thrusting in and out, aware his wife was in the nearby apartment.
But what mattered to him the most was the young pussy.
After he shot his cum into the girl, Sora pulled out, lied on the bed.
Ikumi lied beside him. She snuggled against the married man's nude body. She said, "I'm so lucky. I live alone, and now I have a handsome neighbor who's going to fuck me again."
Sora chuckled.
Inside a lavish mansion, while orange, red, brown leaves descended from trees outside, Saya sat on her bed, her parents doing charity work in Kenya.
She held her cellphone in her right hand, called her love.
"Saya-chan, hey." Erino said when she answered the call, sounding as joyful as an elephant who hasn't seen a poacher in thirteen months.
Saya grinned, covered her mouth with her hand. She said, "Hey. Erino-chan, I wanted to tell you I miss you. And I love you."
Saya turned her head to the framed photograph on her nightstand, the frame photograph displaying her parents inside Saya's closet.
The framed photograph on the nightstand displayed Erino and Saya holding a ice cream cone they both had shared at an amusement park.
In a box under her bed, Saya kept a photograph displaying her exchanging a kiss with Erino.
Milo didn't bother Saya in four months.
Reo didn't bother Saya in months.
Saya's parents were unaware the girl was in an lesbian relationship.
For the eighteen-year old Saya, life was as great as hearing a person pushed your worst enemy into a speeding bullet train's path.
"I know you love me. I love you too." Erino said. Saya shut her eyes, longed to have Erino in the same room as her, warm joy filling the wealthy girl's body. "And I'm going to tell you my biggest secret. But first, let's go see each other at the park we always go to."
"Okay." Saya said in an excited tone, leaving her bed.
When Saya spotted Erino sitting on a green bench at the meeting place, she smiled, jogged to the spot near the bench.
Erino kept her eyes trained on a white mother duck with ducklings moving in the pond.
One duckling stopped at the waters edge, pecked at a green grass blade.
"Hey, Saya-chan." Erino said while waving at the duckling after it turned its had to the seated eighteen-year old Japanese girl.
Saya observed her surroundings, became aware no other park visitor had their focus on Saya or Erino.
After bending over, Saya grabbed Erino's head.
They exchanged kisses, Erio slipped her tongue into Saya's mouth while grasping Saya's wrists.
Fifteen seconds later, the two girls were seated beside each other on the green bench.
A gust rippled their long black hair. Erino watched as a bird moved from underneath a towering tree's shade, into the sun-bathed grass. Erino said, "My secret is this. A Chinese gang kidnapped me and my Chinese boyfriend before me and you were together. He was tortured to death. When I came back to Japan, my dad didn't believe me. He said I was trying to lie about how I willingly left to America with my Chink boyfriend. He sent me to live with his sister. And some months ago, I got revenge on that Chinese gang. I was extremely happy. Stop your racism. The Chinese gang were racist. Their racism is what made them hurt me and torture my Japanese-loving boyfriend to death. If you don't stop your racism, I'll end our relationship."
Saya kept her head trained on Erino, who kept her head trained on the duckling interested in the grass blade.
A tear descended Erino's face.
Saya wiped Erino's tear. She hugged her.
Erino kept her hands on her own thighs. Aware Saya didn't intend on disobeying her request, Erino said, "Thank you, Saya-chan."
Milo, a cap on his head, sunglassed on his face, walked past, stopped. He took five steps back, turned his head to Saya as she hugged Erino.
Milo shook his head, moved his hands into his pockets. In a whisper, he said, "She's a evil bitch, Saya. Why won't you ever listen? I wish you could know I'm still going to save him, since you won't."
Milo resumed his walk, having never missed a day walking at the park since the day after Sophia's death.
One week passed.
Miles away from Japan, Reo sat on a gray horse in the Mongolian wilderness, preparing to fire an arrow into a wolf sinking its teeth into a dead rabbit.
On the horse beside Reo's, Altantsetseg said, in Mongolian, "I hope you know you look sexy right now."
Reo grinned. In Mongolian, he said, "I always do."
While Altantsetseg chuckled at Reo's charming words, the Japanese, eighteen-year old boy, who believed he was a Mongolian, fired his arrow.
The arrow pierced the wolf's fur, skin, flesh, bone, exited through its head, giving it death.
The animal dropped, dead like the rabbit it must have killed.
Reo inhaled through his nose, trained his eyes on the two-story home on a large hill.
The home was the vacation home Reo shared with Altantsetseg.
Reo smiled.
A rabbit hopped against the ground, moving at an quick pace, as if it didn't intend on having an arrow tear into its flesh.
Altantsetseg moved her horse after bringing her focus to the rabbit.
As the horse galloped, its black mane flowing in the air, Altantsetseg fired an arrow.
The arrow brought the rabbit's demise.
"Score!" Altantsetseg said before bringing her horse to a stop three feet from the rabbit's corpse. Reo's horse ran, stopped nearby, carrying Reo. "Let's take them, then get back to the house."
The wolf entered Reo's mind. Reo said, "And we'll take the wolf too."
At the vacation home, Altantsetseg cooked the animal meat while Reo watched a movie in the living room.
His arm on the sofa's armrest, Reo laughed. He said, "I wish you could see this! This is a good one!"
Reo smiled, brought a hand to his chin, cherished the movie he intended on watching to completion.
The aroma of wolf meat and rabbit meat cooking emerged from the kitchen.
Reo savored the aroma.
After dinner, Reo and Altantsetseg kissed in the kitchen.
His hands on Altantsetseg's hips, Reo moved his lips against the Mongolian eighteen-year old's soft ones.
Reo opened his eyes after breaking the kiss.
Altantsetseg moved her face closer to Reo's.
"No." Reo said, pressing his hand against Altantsetseg's mouth. "I'm going to fuck you."
Reo brought the taller person to the kitchen floor.
On top of Altantsetseg, Reo removed her shirt, took off her bra, threw the clothes onto the floor.
The boy sucked Altantsetseg's left nipple.
Altantsetseg moaned in pleasure, grabbed the back of Reo's head.
"Yes. Keep sucking on my breast." Altantsetseg said.
