Min-jin opened his eyes while moving into a seated position, heavy breaths leaving his body.
He patted his cock through his jeans and boxers, assuring himself his cock was attached to him.
The Korean took a deep breath, rubbed his forehead.
After pressing his back against the hotel room's bed's headboard, he turned his head to Dachi, who trembled while standing near the hotel's window.
The Yakuza man's moved his shaking hand to a blind covering the window, raised it, stared through it.
"Bad dream?" the Yakuza said in a weak tone.
Min-jin narrowed his eyes, the deep urge to lie strong within him.
But in that moment, he had the longing to be sincere.
"Yeah." Min-jin said, admitting the truth. He crossed his arms, sighed. "It wasn't about my sister, though. My old Japanese girlfriend-Yuri-cut my cock off. It was... bad."
Min-jin pulled his cellphone from his pocket, turned it on.
He had seven unread text messages from Sang-mi, eight missed calls from her.
"Fuck," he said.
He lifted his head from his cellphone, trained his eyes on the blank television.
Min-jin stared at his reflection.
He was a eighteen-year old searching for a girl his age.
The girl was not his lover.
She was a person he was aware existed before the two were born.
Min-jin had to find his twin sister.
If he did not find her, or if he found her corpse, he doubted he would be eager to be alive next year.
"I'm going to have to call her, though. I need to get used to speaking Japanese again. I need to be completely prepared." Min-jin said.
Dachi turned, faced Min-jin. He said, "You keep talking like you're doing all this by yourself. I'm here. I speak Japanese, obviously. I'll interpret if I have to."
Min-jin shook his head, dialed Yuri's cellphone number.
"You look like you're going to die. If you do, I need to find my sister without your help." Min-jin said, pressing call on his cellphone.
He brought the cellphone to his ear.
"I'm not going to die. This fever is bad, but it won't k-" Dachi started saying.
He dropped.
In Tokyo, Milo held a DVD case containing a Japanese movie set in 1999, the eighteen-year old walking towards the Ito mansion.
Warm excitement filled his body as he walked.
He was ready to give Saya the gift, have sex with her after the couple watched the movie together.
No cloud drifted in the sky.
The sun bathed Milo in its warm light.
In a nearby tree, blue birds chirped, singing.
A bee moved fly to a spot Milo's face, didn't sting him, left.
Milo's left shoe bottom met the asphalt driveway, lifted off the driveway, met it.
Milo grinned.
When he was almost to the mansion, he trained his eyes on Saya's bedroom window.
Saya moved into view.
A girl Milo never seen before moved into view.
Milo chuckled, retrieved his cellphone from his pocket. He went to the phone's app that allowed him to view footage from the hidden camera he placed inside Saya's bedroom.
The hidden camera transferred audio to the user's cellphone, which meant Milo would hear the possible conversation inside his girlfriend's bedroom.
Inside her bedroom, eighteen-year old Saya pulled the love letter Erino gave her from her school skirt's pocket.
After unfolding it, she read the love letter before saying, "I keep reading it over and over again. The words you wrote made this bitch cry, if you can believe that."
Saya turned her head to Erino.
The eighteen-year old Erino smiled, gripped Saya's shoulders.
"One day, you can write me a love letter too. And have sweet sex on our birthdays and holidays. That sounds nice." Erino said, her hands on Saya's school blazer. "Saya, I'll always have you soaking wet and satisfied."
Saya's pussy leaked.
The wealthy girl had dominated a boy with a huge cock in his own kitchen, but a girl she never spoke to before today made her pussy wet.
She had parents, a boyfriend, a peeper-who was not her boyfriend-she had used, a new girlfriend.
The fact Saya had a girlfriend made her lust more powerful.
Women and girls were more aware how to make each other more satisfied than boys ever could.
With her new girlfriend with huge breasts, Saya seen the universe she lived and had sex in as a better place than she seen it as yesterday.
If Saya pressed her lips against Erino's lips, she would express her love for the girl in an physical way.
Saya longed for Erino to make the first move to kiss her.
Erino was the type of person most people had the urge to kneel for if the girl with the huge breasts told them to kneel.
In the universe, people exist who radiate a vibe a royal would have.
Erino was one of those people.
In Erino's presence, Saya had didn't see abandoning anyone who was not Erino as as horrible.
She would be satisfied if her and Erino were the sole two people in the universe.
Saya's parents, Milo, Reo, were dull, annoying people compared to Erino Kashi.
Her pussy dripping wet, Saya was ready to lick Erino's pussy.
Saya was as ready to please Erino as much as a chronic masturbator is ready to bring themself to orgasm.
Erino moved her hands to Saya's cheeks.
The girl with the huge breasts had palms that gave Saya extra warmth.
Warmth coursing through Saya's cheeks, she folded the love letter without training her eyes on it, placed the love letter in her skirt's pocket.
Staring into Erino's eyes, Saya said, "I love you, Erino-chan."
Erino grinned, moved her hands to Saya's hips.
"I love you, too," Erino said.
Warm joy flooded Saya's body.
She wrapped her arms around Erino in a tight hug, closed her eyes, donned a smile.
Erino moved her left hand to the back of Saya's head, wrapped her right arm around the wealthy girl's body.
Birds sung outside, as if they decided to congratulate the human couple's love for each other.
When the two girls stopped hugging, Saya opened her eyes.
Erino held Saya's hand, brought her other hand to Saya's long black hair.
Saya's heart pounded.
The girl's hands shook with excitement.
