Interesting things started happening from the moment I left Zerzinski's house, to walk down the trail to my place.
The first thing was only notable in retrospect. Another beautiful Japanese woman was walking toward Zerzinski's place as I was leaving, as usual.
She appeared to be a member of the Choto Temple. At least, most of the women who were older than teenagers seemed to be Choto members. And this one looked to be in her late twenties perhaps.
Her face was lacking the usual controlled, demure expression that everyone here seemed to wear at almost all times. Her forehead was slightly furrowed as she passed me. And her greeting seemed a bit rushed, a bit breathless.
Most notable, to me anyway, was the fact that beneath her thin, white dress, her nipples protruded almost alarmingly. They looked to be hard as rocks, and sticking straight out.
The even more notable thing that happened was just before I got to my cabin.
There were two small groups of women down the trail in plain view. One group were clearly Choto Temple members. The other was a more youthful group of Purification Temple adherents. As I was walking closer to them, suddenly the Choto women all stiffened a bit.
The younger women saw something was happening, and they suddenly got quieter, too. They seemed clearly to be watching the Choto women, without wanting to be too obvious about it. The Choto women stayed in their frozen states for several seconds. And all of them then seemed to relax a bit, at the same time.
They all then seemed to be pretending nothing had happened after that. But one of the Choto women released a sound that seemed to be somewhere in between a sigh and a moan, pretty loudly. At that, she covered her mouth with her hands, and the young women in the other group started giggling quietly. Apparently in response to the moaning sigh.
Curious, I made a note of this and then set out to back up the day's audio recording onto a hard drive. Then, while I was looking at discussion boards on FetLife Cy had recommended I should read so I could stop embarrassing her so much, there was a knock on the door.
There, once again standing in front of me was Rie, her Lolita outfit just as perfect as the day before, from her skin tone to her mole to her pigtails, each hair in place just so. She was carrying a tray with several small dishes of very tasty-looking piles of food, which she set down on the table.
Rie described the contents of each of the dishes. Rice, salmon, eel, and potatoes. And asked me how my day had been. She remained standing.
"Very interesting day," I said. "And yours?"
"Fine," she said, looking not entirely convincing.
"Can you join me, or do you have to run off?" I asked.
She looked briefly at the door, and then at me. Then together, we sat down at the table.
We both ate very little, very slowly. I had been hungry, but seeing Rie seemed to change that. Although the food looked lovely.
"You spent a lot of time interviewing Robu-san today?"
"I did. Very nice guy. With some fun stories. Though obviously of the very intimate variety!"
"Which stories?"
"Mostly about his week at the CDC. And when he got outed and everybody went nuts.
"I must say, his description of his sexual encounters with the women in Atlanta make me that much more curious about what goes on here with your Choto Temple."
"It does, does it?"
She tilted her head a bit as she said that, with a sort of inscrutable, demure expression.
"The Temple," she said, "has been very private til now. But the board agreed that Robu-san could tell his story. Which we are very much a part of. They trust him and have nothing to be ashamed of."
"But the idea of being so public with this stuff is scary?"
This seemed clear from her tone of voice, the way she was approaching the subject.
"Yes, a little," she confirmed.
"I don't want to pry..." I began.
"Yes you do!" She laughed for a moment.
"OK, maybe a little," I admitted. "Can you tell me why it's scary?"
"Generally, Danu-san, yes I can. Sex is taboo. Less taboo here in Japan than in many places, but still, it's a private sort of thing, sex.
"Also sex that involves multiple partners in some form. That's more taboo. And so-called 'alternative sexual practice.' Things that fall into the category of dominance and submission. This is also taboo.
"Sometimes it's better not to talk about these things. Maybe sometimes it's better to talk. I don't know. There are many considerations either way."
She was friendly and conversational. Though vague about things having to do with the reason I was there in Yamaguchi.
She was also a bit fidgety compared with the previous night. She must have crossed her legs - first the left on top, and then the right, and then the left - at least a dozen times during dinner.
We had been sitting and talking for a while, and I stood up, with no particular intentions, just tired of sitting. Rie stood up, too.
"Is there anything I can do for you before I go?" she asked.
"I can't possibly say no to that question. I'm only a man."
Rie took this as an invitation to unzip my jeans.
Twenty minutes or so into another luxurious session of the most masterful fellatio, Rie froze for several long seconds. Her whole body stiffened, my dick remaining halfway in her mouth.
As suddenly as she had stiffened, she relaxed again. And immediately drove her mouth deep toward my pelvic bone, touching my pubic hairs with her lips. She kept her mouth there for a long time, before gradually pulling back, and engorging herself again and again. Whatever that was, I liked it.
I slept very well that night.
The next morning I was once again sitting across from Robert Zerzinski. Another beautiful woman was leaving as I was arriving. She greeted me with that familiar public face. That polite but distant greeting so common here in Japan.
"Where were we?" he asked.
"The cheerleading squad," I reminded him.
"Ah yes. Right.
"So the atmosphere at that time was so surreal, that it wasn't for hours after Katya mentioned the cheerleading squad idea, that it occurred to her - not immediately to me, I'd add, but to her - that there might potentially be some conflict of interest between me being a school teacher and being a porn star. And not the sort of porn star who could just use a different name and remain anonymous, if there are actually porn stars like that somewhere."
"What did you do?"
"I agonized. For about ten minutes. And then I realized that whatever turn my life was taking now, things were going to get really weird, in a very sexy way. And probably trying to teach school on top of all that wasn't going to work.
"I didn't know how I was going to make a living or anything. But I was starting to realize that somehow that wasn't going to be an issue.
"So I called the principal, who already knew what was going on. And I told him that until further notice I couldn't possibly come to work. He was totally relieved. Not the least bit upset about it.
"I think he already knew at that time that by doing this, I was saving him a headache of unknown proportions, to say the least. So that was nice."
"That must have been terrifying, just quitting your job like that. Had you worked out a plan for making a living at that point?"
"No, not yet. But it was already becoming obvious how you can turn fame into money. I knew nothing about porn, for example. I had never even been to a strip club at that point.
"Katya explained to me how it worked with view counts, advertising, and all that. It only took a couple hours for her to get us a domain name, set up an advertising widget or whatever you call those things. And voila, we're set up to make $1,000 with every million views that come in. And Katya was completely certain they'd come in."
"And they did?"
"Within a week I made more money than I had made in the previous year as a school teacher."
He paused for impact, before continuing.
"Though it turned out we needed to make more money than that, to actually cover all the many expenses involved with this operation.
"Which seems crazy, to someone who's never had to support anything other than himself and rent and stuff. But it was nonetheless an impressive and educational beginning."
"How did you start with the filming, and that aspect of the process?"
"Katya suggested that she'd do the filming, and I'd be the director. She suggested that in her view, the most important aspects of whatever we were going to film was that it be visually appealing.
"But that most of all it should be scenarios that I find sexually arousing. She's so wonderfully practical, I really have no idea what I would have done without her.
"She asked me how many times a day I thought I could do a scenario that involved me coming each time? I mean the Choto Temple and this whole place has demonstrated to me unequivocally that under the optimal circumstances I can potentially come three times a day. Back then I figured twice was the most, and even that seemed like a stretch."
"And the Choto Temple is all about creating the optimal circumstances, yes?"
"Yes. For me, specifically. Crazy, but true."
He paused, perhaps to reflect on his unusual circumstances, before further recounting other unusual circumstances from years past.
"Katya said I should come up with a script, that includes dialog and activities that turn me on. So I wrote one up, and our 'actors' learned their parts - which were not very complicated - and we made these movies. Which was a lot of fun.
"The fact is, people were going to watch it whatever we did. I didn't need to think like a normal porn director. About whatever weird shit the people want. Which, to me, for the most part, is repulsive."
"Takes all kinds, I guess," I interjected helpfully.
"Yes. Or something like that.
"If you look at what's out there, what the male porn-viewing audience is most interested in is incest, rape, humiliation and bondage.
"I may have a strange fetish. And there may be an entire organization dedicated to exploring it more thoroughly than I ever imagined. But, well, at least nobody gets hurt, or emotionally scarred, too much. I think."
His guilt was surfacing again, it seemed to me. It had and it would, again and again.
I neither supported it, nor tried to assuage it. Though I found myself feeling some strange kind of male solidarity with him, and I felt I should suppress the urge to try to assuage. Best just to listen, I thought.
"Run me through a scenario for one of these cheerleader videos?" I asked.
"Actually I can just show you one if you want. Right here on this thumb drive. There were a few edits made of each one. There's a shorter version that gives you the idea."
I was suddenly not sure I really felt like watching this thing with him there beside me. But thankfully, after he loaded the video, he excused himself, and said he'd come back with coffee when it was over.
Naturally, the cheerleader was in uniform. I don't know what the other thirteen looked like, but the one Robert had selected was right out of a high school TV drama.
She was one of the popular girls. She looked about 18 or 19 with short blonde hair reminiscent of Mylie Cyrus, and a curvacious body to match.
There were four distinct segments to the action. It started with the greeting and stripping part.
"Hi, I'm Shelley," says the cheerleader, showing off her perfect white teeth with a big smile.
"I'm Robert," says Robert, as they both sit down on a couch. He's dressed in a bath robe. "You're here for an appointment, yes?"
