Lucian and the woman he knows as Masumi come back to earth.
Things you need to know before reading this story: 1) It will not make sense unless you read Day One and Day Two first. 2) Lucian thinks that Naoko's name is Masumi. 3) The point of view goes back and forth between them. 4) It does not have a happy ending.
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At about two in the morning, he woke up to find her out of bed. He looked around the hotel room and she wasn't there. As he began to panic and get up the door opened and in came Masumi (the name Naoko had given him when they met) looking ridiculous in the hotel's terrycloth robe. It was much too big for her, so she had doubled the gown under, tucked under her arms and wrapped both sides tightly around her chest. It was just barely held in place with the belt tied tight and knotted around her waist. She could only take little baby steps or the whole thing would fall apart and the robe would come open. She was carrying the ice bucket and a handful of plastic bags from the ice dispenser. He did not let on that he was awake and after a while, he fell asleep again.
Quietly, Naoko slipped out of the robe, put the ice bucket on a side table, and put the key where he had left it. She went into the bathroom and got two towels, still damp from their games earlier in the night. She put ice in the bags, wrapped them in towels, and put them on her breasts, which had dark, long bruises where they had been clamped. She sat there for a long time, letting the ice take the soreness away, looking out over Tokyo, and thinking. Somewhere out there, she thought, Katsumi was sleeping and dreaming of her wedding. Katsumi, who had been her best friend at school, maybe her only friend, who would sit with her and talk with her about boys. Who she had introduced to Tadashi. And now Tadashi was marrying her and not Naoko. And yet, she wasn't upset. Not now. Not now that she knew what she knew. She would never see Tadashi or Katsumi again and she didn't care. She had never loved Tadashi. He was just the only one who ever paid attention to her.
On Sunday morning they woke up early but did not go back to sleep. Lucian's dick was bright red and a little numb. His balls were tender when Naoko felt them. Naoko's own insides ached pleasantly and it burned just a little when she peed. They spent some time watching an old Japanese monster movie on TV -- something Lucian could enjoy without understanding the dialogue. Naoko sat on his lap and let him fondle her sore and aching tits while they watched -- she was submitting again to pain, just not as intense as last night, but occasionally she yelped if he hurt her too much. The nipples were ok and he liked to tweak them but he couldn't pull them hard anymore because below the bruises her breasts were very sore from the night's play. From time to time she straddled his leg while she watched the movie and rubbed herself on him, leaving a little wet spot.
In the late morning they soaked in the tub for a long time, together. Japanese style, they took a shower first, then immersed themselves in the warm water. It took a while for Lucian to get into the right position but it seemed to work best when he lay back and Masumi lay on her back on top of him. She was so light, especially in water, and in that position he could stroke the front of her hairless body any way he wanted. He had to be careful with her tits, though. Masumi put his hands on them and clearly still wanted him to touch them and fondle them but they were obviously sore. If he pulled her nipples hard, like yesterday, it seemed to give her pain. So he mostly played with her smooth, newly shaved crotch and sometimes she stroked his penis when it stuck up between her legs.
They were tired. They still wanted each other but they were reaching their limits.
