The Peeper and the Bitch

"No. He doesn't need a hospital. How many times do I have to say that? He's fine." Min-jin said in Japanese, speaking into his cellphone.

The cellphone's glow was the sole light source in the room.

Min-jin didn't intend on having a clear view of his hired Yakuza thug trembling in the bed.

But Dachi's groans met Min-jin's ears.

Releasing a frustrated sigh, Min-jin rubbed his forehead, stomped his foot.

If Dachi died, Min-jin would have wasted his money, would have to rescue his sister alone.

"No. No. No. No. No. No. No." Dachi said, sounding as insane as a man believing eating a cactus would prevent World War Three from happening. "I'm fine... Yes. I am... fine. Completely fine. I..."

Min-jin shook his head, took three steps away from Dachi's bed.

"He's going crazy right now." Min-jin said.

On the phone's other line, Min-jin's former girlfriend-Yuri-said, in Japanese, "Put me on speaker phone. I want to talk to him."

Min-jin scoffed.

"Yeah. But he's not going to do much talking." Min-jin said before pressing speaker phone on his cellphone. "Okay. I did it."

"Dachi-san." Yuri said.

Dachi groaned.

Min-jin shook his head, placed his palm on his forehead. He said, "Fucking Yakuza. Get better."

"Dachi-san, you're not going to die. You're going to be fine." Yuri said, her voice soothing as she spoke. "You are a Yakuza man. No one is stronger than you. So, get well. Get well, then help my dumb ass, former boyfriend get his sister back."

Dachi released a sigh. He said, in an loud tone, "Okay! Thank you!"

Movement reached Min-jin's ears, Dachi moving in the bed.

A click emitted from the lamp on the nightstand.

The lamp glowed its light, illuminating the corner, Dachi, Min-jin, the Japanese yen bills on the comforter.

Dachi raised the yen bills from the bed. In an weak tone, sweat spread across his forehead, he said, "Kid, give me a burger."

After Min-jin took the money, Dachi moved his face's side onto the pillow, panted.

Min-jin turned off his cellphone, ending his call with Yuri. He said, "It sounds like you need water too."

"I need a beer." Dachi said.

"No. Water." Min-jin said while walking towards the hotel's door.

Dachi sighed. He said, "Fuck you."

In Tokyo, Wei kept his focus on a photograph on his red case-encased cellphone.

The photograph displayed Tina's nude body.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Wei tapped his fingers against the desk he sat behind.

"She's not that amazing. Maybe she'll sell for one million yen." Wei said in Mandarin. He averted his focus to the pencil in his hand, nodded. "Yeah. One million yen sounds perfect."

The gangster wrote on a page in his notebook, writing in Japanese.

Standing beside Wei's chair, a six and a half feet tall Chinese man stood, rubbing two scars on his left cheek.

He was more muscular than Wei, hulking.

"Good, boss," the man said in Mandarin. He placed his hand on Wei's shoulder, gestured to the two sleeping eighteen-year olds on the sofa in the room. "You really go to your school? And she's really your girlfriend's best friend?"

Wei nodded. He dropped his pencil before saying, "You know it's strictly business. She's money. I don't care if she was my Jap's friend or enemy, money is money. I'm thinking of selling her to those skin-flaying motherfuckers."

"You're... talking about... the Mongolians?" the hulking Chinese man said before slamming his fist into his palm. "If you are, I'm going to have a tough time not bashing their faces into the wall."

Wei laughed.

"Yeah. Them. I'm definitely going to need you here for that. The skin-flayers aren't as agreeable as the roaches over in South Korea. They definitely don't hug me after a sell. They're not like that last Korean guy did when I gave him that pale beauty last week." Wei said.

The hulking Chinese man whistled. He said, "She really was a beauty. I would've hugged you too if you sold her to me."

The hulking Chinese man walked towards the refrigerator in the office. He said, "When's the next meeting with your boss?"

"Saturday." Wei said, flipping a page in his notebook. "And he wants me to guard him while he does business in Italy. That's not until four weeks from now, though. His demands keep getting weirder. He wants me to find a random girl who has a mole on her face and speaks Arabic. It's crazy."

Wei sighed, moved his fingers to his temples.

While the hulking Chinese man pulled a bottled soda from the refrigerator, Wei said, "There's no rush to give my boss a Arabic-speaking Jap girl. He just wants her in November. I already know how I'll deal with this situation. But my boss is starting to frustrate me."

The hulking Chinese man opened his soda.

Wei grabbed his pencil, lifted it from the desk's wooden surface.

"I'm honestly considering retiring from the business soon." Wei said, causing the hulking Chinese man to open his mouth a bit.

"Retire? But what we do is funner than fucking married women," the hulking Chinese man said. "And I took a woman in Vietnam, like you said. She's twenty three. I have her all chained up at my place. Her pussy is shaved and everything."

Wei smiled, unzipped a pouch in his backpack. He pulled a yen stack from it, tossed it to the hulking Chinese man, who caught it.

"Good job, Bo." Wei said. "You should take one of your girlfriends to dinner, have fun. You deserve it."

Bo bowed, straightened.

"Are you going to let a South Korean person have me?" Tina said.

Wei turned his head to the eighteen-year old Japanese girl.

Bo sipped his soda, pretended as if Tina did not exist.

Wei stood.

Tina kept her focus on him, waiting for the Chinese gangsters answer.

Beside Tina, Reo's eyes were closed as he remained seated.

"Bo, wake up the Jap." Wei said in Japanese, giving the hulking Chinese man a command. "I'm not going to lie to you, girl. You're not going to be getting fucked in South Korea. I'll sell you to one of those skin-flaying motherfuckers."

Tina shook her head, gripped her school skirt. In an trembling voice, she said, "If you're going to sell me, at least sell me to a Korean. Please."

Wei scoffed, slammed his palms against the desk while Reo stood.

Warm rage coursed through Wei's body.

He trained his eyes on Tina's neck, which birth control pills passed through earlier.

Gritting his teeth, Wei had the overwhelming urge to tear Tina's eyeballs from her eye sockets.

The sex trafficker aimed his palms at Tina, clenched his fists, unclenched them. He said, "Will you prefer I tear out your fucking eyes?!"

Tina gasped, took a step back.

"Wei." Bo said, speaking to Wei as if he was the boy's father. "It's alright. No need to hurt anyone right now. Okay?"

Wei took three steps back, advanced forward, vaulted over the desk.

Tina didn't flee, terrified.

Reo watched the Chinese gangster.

Bo tackled Wei, sending them both onto the floor.

Wei struggled, let a roar leave his mouth, filled with heavy rage.

On top of Wei, holding the gangster, Bo said, in Mandarin, "Say her name. Say it, Wei!"

Wei resisted.

Bo bared his teeth, pressed harder against Wei.

Wei made a pained noise.

"Say her name!" Bo said as Tina and Reo observed the rageful Wei. "Say her name, dammit!"

Wei stopped struggling.

He let his forehead meet the floor.

"Ling," he said before taking a deep breath. "I still... miss her. And love her."

"I know." Bo said. He stood. "Get up, Wei."

Wei moved onto his hands and knees, stood. He clenched his fists, unclenched them.

"Sorry." Wei said in Japanese, after he turned his head to Tina. He faced Bo, reverted to speaking Mandarin. "And retire wasn't the right word. But I'll go on a vacation lasting years. I just need to make a few more sells. Take the Jap boy out. I don't need him for the rest of the night."

Bo nodded, went to the spot in front of Reo.

Reo bowed his head, Bo's presence near him as intimidating as Wei's earlier rage-filled outburst.

Bo clapped Reo's shoulder. He said, "Come on. I'll escort you out."

Reo lifted his head.

The hulking Chinese man and the Japanese peeper walked towards the door leading out the office.

For a brief moment, Tina stroked Reo's hand.

When his underling and the Japanese peeper were gone, Wei turned to the desk, placed his red case-encased, business cellphone in his pocket.

Warm tears leaked from his eyes.

His hands trembled.

"Fuck!" he said, not caring Tina was in the room with him, Ling in his mind.

While descending the steps in the warehouse with Reo beside him, Bo said, "Wei's a extremely angry guy, violent, but he gets problems solved. And who doesn't love anyone who's wealthy?"

Reo shrugged, debating if he should talk negative about Wei or not.

Bo was not an gangster Reo longed to fight.

The Japanese peeper would rather swim in a bitter cold lake than have Bo hurl his fists into his thin body.

"At least he apologized." Reo said. He frowned. "Hey, I left my things in his car. Can I get them back?"

Bo laughed.

"My car. Wei was using my car. And sure." Bo said, more likeable than Wei.

Bo worked for Wei, but the hulking Chinese man seemed as polite as a person bringing a shivering stray puppy into their car on a Winter day in Alaska.

"And Ling is Wei's girlfriend back in China. He misses her all the time. The guy's not a complete monster." Bo said, giving Reo more information. "And I can drive you wherever you want to go in Tokyo. Home. A restaurant. A karaoke place. Wherever."

Reo emitted an sigh.

His stomach growled.

After bringing a hand to his stomach, he said, "Take me to get something to eat."

"Sure. I'll give you food money." Bo said, sincere.

Nineteen minutes later, Reo sunk his teeth into a cheeseburger.

His hands grasping the burger, Reo cherished the warm joy filling his body, cherished the burger.

He smashed the food between his teeth, swallowed.

The eighteen-year old Saya Ito entered his mind.

Reo sighed, lowered the burger to its gray wrapper.

After moving his hand to his forehead, Reo had a deep urge to see Saya again, tell her he wrote the love letter, which his former infatuation target stole.

Reo doubted the eighteen-year old Erino Kashi had told Saya the Japanese peeper wrote the love letter.

Since Reo did not write his name on the love letter, anyone could have claimed they wrote it.

Erino could have told Saya she wrote the love letter.

Reo shook his head while gritting his teeth. In a low tone, he said, "I'll kill her. I'll kill that bitch."

Music meeting his ears as it emerged from the stereos on the walls, customers in the room having conversations with each other, Reo's lonliness did not fade.

Saya might have squirted onto Erino while the girl with the huge breasts fingered her or licked her pussy.

At the moment, Reo did not have parents who would have sobbed if he died.

The Japanese peeper did not have a person who longed to speak to him about various topics or wrap their arms around him.

He did not have love.

Reo was the sole person at the table he sat at.

It was as if a person abandoned him on an ice berg after informing Reo they wouldn't return for him.

Reo pulled his hand from his forehead.

He trained his eyes on a White eighteen-year old boy moving towards him.

The boy held a food bag in his right hand.

"Hey, man. Can I sit here?" the White boy said in Japanese, causing Reo's eyes to widen a bit. Reo nodded. The White boy sat across him after placing his food bag on the brown table's wooden surface. "Thanks. I seen you sitting here, looking sad and by yourself. Everything cool?"

The girl Reo had a deep love for no longer seemed interested in him.

He witnessed a Chinese gangster try gouging out a kidnapped Japanese girl's eyes.

His parents despised him.

"Yeah." Reo said, lying.

He hoped the White boy believed him.

"No. You're not alright," the White boy said. "I'm Milo, by the way. I came from America with my dad two years ago. And you?"

Reo fiddled with his fingers. He said, "I'm just a nobody. But my name's Reo. Tanaka Reo."

Milo nodded. He scoffed before saying, "Isn't life shitty? I had to watch my girl be with another girl. So, I took that bitch's car."

Reo smirked.

"How? You have her keys?" Reo said, viewing Milo as a person he could have an fun-filled night with.

"I already have my own spare key to the bitch's place. I went inside, took her car keys, left fast. She was already sleeping in her bed. Her and that other bitch. Still wanted to get out as fast as possible." Milo said with pride. "If you ever meet a girl named Ito Saya, stay far away from that fucking unfaithful slut."

Reo opened his mouth a bit.

His fingers trembled.

Erino must have had tricked Saya into believing she was the person who wrote the love letter Reo intended on giving to Saya.

Reo's heart pounded hard in his chest.

He brought his hand to his shirt-covered chest, rubbed it.

The Japanese peeper managed to prevent tears from escaping his eyes.

The urge to slit Erino's throat settled within him.

"I know her. She used me. I wanted to wait until I married a girl, but she ruined that for me." Reo said, his sorrow growing. He slapped his forehead. "I love her too."

Milo bowed his head. In an frustrated tone, he said, "Fuck her. None of this is your fault. It's completely Saya's fault."

Reo shook his head, moved his hands to his knees.

Reo tapped his right foot against the restaurant's floor while a waitress walked past the table.

"No. It's Kashi Erino's fault. She tricked Saya." Reo said, hoping Milo would help him rescue Saya from Erino. "Kashi stole the love letter I wrote for Saya. She must of given to her. I know Saya was unfaithful to you by being with me, but Kashi is bringing us pain right now. We need to stop her."

Milo crossed his arms, pressed his back harder against his seat.

Three seconds passed.

"Let's go for a drive." Milo said.

Five minutes later, wind rippled Reo's black hair as Milo moved Saya's red, roofless sports car forward.

Seated in the car's sole passenger seat, Reo turned his head to Milo. He said, in English, "I didn't know this would be fun as fuck!"

Milo chuckled, slapped Reo's shoulder.

"And now you bring out your English!" Milo said in English as a bullet train moved against elevated train tracks. He brought the car to a stop behind a black car waiting at an intersection. "Reo, save your English for the American girls we're going to fuck tonight!"

Reo grinned, turned his head forward.

Pressing his back against his seat, the Japanese peeper cherished the fact he met Milo tonight.

At an park eight minutes later, Milo and Reo sat in Saya's car, the eighteen-year old boys' eyes trained on three non-Japanese girls seated on the park's playground structure.

The three girls were eighteen-years old, each one not Asian.

The girl seated closest to the car was Black American. She donned a Black Lives Matter shirt.

Her black hair was long. Milo and Reo focused on her body, which was thicker than the other two girls'.

"The Black one is going to be some real fun." Milo said in English, whispering. "Look how thick she is. Damn. Hey, look at the one next to her."

The girl sitting between the Black girl and the other girl had long blond hair. She wore a white sleeveless shirt that made her C-cup sized breasts appear nicer. Blue denim shorts were on her legs.

The third girl had olive-toned skin, long black hair. Like the White girl, she was slim. She donned a red dress.

Reo assumed she was Mexican.

"Easy fucking access. I'll take off that dress so fast." Milo said. "I had a Black girl before, a White girl too, but I never had a Latina. Remember, don't ask if they have boyfriends. We're not here to care about that. No numbers either. We're just here for great sex."

Reo nodded, focusing on the Black girl.

The Japanese peeper tapped his fingers against the passenger car door before saying, in English, "I want the Black one so bad."

Milo stood. In an loud tone, he said, "Hey, bitches! Me and my local friend here are going to fuck all three of you!"

The three girls moved off the playground's structure.

They turned to the car containing the American driver and the Japanese peeper.

The White girl raised her middle finger. She said, in English, "You can fuck off! But the Japanese guy can have all three of us!"

Milo scoffed.

The sole person in the park not seated, Reo said, in an loud tone, "If you don't let my friend fuck you three too, I'm not participating!"

The White girl frowned.

She turned to the Black girl.

The Mexican girl turned to the White girl.

The three girls spoke to each other, their spoken words too low for Reo and Milo to hear.

Reo moved his hands to his knees, stroked them, anticipating what the White girl will say.

Eleven seconds passed.

The White girl turned to the car, jogged towards it.

Reo and Milo focused on her breasts as they jiggled.

Reo's cock was hard when the White girl reached the spot near the car's passenger seat.

The gripped the car, leaned towards Milo, her clothed breasts almost making contact with Reo.

"You're in. I'm Sally. My friends are Tatiana and Sophia. It shouldn't be too hard to guess who is who," the White girl said to Milo. She focused on Reo's hard cock. "Wow. I wonder how your cock will look in the open."

Milo sat in the car's driver seat. He said, "Hey, bitch. Give your fellow White some love."

Sally released a frustrated sigh, walked to the spot near the car's driver's door.

Milo opened the door, let Sally straddle him.

The two White Americans brought their lips against each other's.

Reo turned to the Black girl-Tatiana.

Tatiana smiled before saying, in Japanese, "Come on. We love Japanese people."

Reo left the car.

When he reached the spot near Tatiana, the thick Black girl moved her hand into his boxers.

Tatiana stroked Reo's huge cock, opening her mouth.

"Oh, I need to see this." Tatiana said in English before pulling her hand from Reo's boxers. She moved onto her knees, unbuckled Reo's belt.

Reo took off his shoes.

Tatiana pulled down Reo's pants and boxers.

Sophia gasped.

Tatiana's eyes widened.

Reo's nine-inch long cock was hard, powerful.

The Black girl and the Mexican girl kept their focus on it, stared at the huge cock for twenty seconds.

"Wow. I thought Asian guys all had little ones." Tatiana said in amazement. She licked the throbbing cock's tip.

Reo trembled, jerked his hips forward, letting his cock hit Tatiana's soft, full lips.

"Bésame." Sophia said, moving closer to Reo.

The Mexican grabbed Reo's head, pressed her lips against his after shutting her eyes.

Kneeling, Tatiana took a couple cock inches into her warm, saliva-carrying mouth.

She bobbed her head back and forth, letting warm saliva continue meeting Reo's blood-filled cock.

His eyes closed, savoring the Black girl's mouth, Reo grabbed the back of Sophia's head as the Mexican moved her soft lips against his.

The aroma emitting from Sophia's perfume entered Reo's nose.

Reo pulled his lips from the Mexican's, brought them to her neck.

Tatiana grabbed Reo's balls, stroked them, didn't stop sucking the peeper's huge cock.

Reo stopped kissing Sophia's neck.

He opened his eyes.

Warmth filled his body.

When Reo's fingers trembled, he was aware he would have the urge to jump off a skyscraper if he shot his cum into Tatiana's mouth before he had sex with her.

Reo shoved Tatiana back, forcing the blowjob to stop.

The Japanese peeper threw his pants and boxers away, moved on top of Tatiana, took off his shirt, threw it onto his pants.

He kissed the Black girl while she lied on the green grass blades.

"Fuck me now." Tatiana said, speaking with an impatience Reo appreciated.