Min-jin sat in the hotel room's chair, angled to Dachi while the Yakuza thug lied in the large bed.
Dachi had his eyes shut. Cold water laid on his forehead.
Before he lied in the bed, Dach placed the cold sink water on his forehead.
The muscular thug had a fever.
"Have fun at school. Well, try to." Min-jin said into his cellphone, which was a new phone model. His words were directed at a girl called Sang-mi. "Hopefully, I won't be in Japan too long."
On the bed, Dachi chuckled. He said, "If I were you, lover boy, the only girl I would be focusing on right now would be my kidnapped sister."
Min-jin shook his head, stood. He walked towards the hotel's bathroom.
"Who was that?" Sang-mi said.
Min-jin dashed into the bathroom, closed the door, locked it.
"I'm going to find my sister, remember?" Min-jin said, frustration in his voice. "So, I had to pay a Yakuza guy to help me do it. He knows Korean, obviously. And we're going to find my sister, plus the Chinese guy who took her. Right now, the dumb Yakuza has a fever."
Min-jin turned to his reflection. He had the longing to photograph himself.
With zero remorse, he ended the phone call with the girl he put his cock inside forty times in a two year time span.
After going to his phone's camera, he aimed it at his reflection, took a picture.
"Damn, I look good," he said, a appreciated satisfaction settling inside him. "But fuck, I'm going to have to come up with a reason why I hung up on my girl."
From his bed, Dachi said, "Got that right!"
Miles from Yokohama, eighteen-year old Reo Tanaka walked towards Saya Ito in a hall inside Masato High School, holding a new love letter.
Reo intended on starting a event that would lead to Saya ending her relationship with a certain American boyfriend.
If Saya ended the romance between her and her boyfriend, she could date Reo without issues.
The first day Reo and Saya had sex with each other, Saya had abused Reo, usex extortion to force the peeper to have sex with her.
Yesterday, Saya used a strap-on to give Reo pain before giving him pleasure.
People existed who became infatuated with people they never spoke to, people they spoke to in three separate conversations but never was attracted to, until their infatuation target let a certain phrase leave their mouth, people who slammed their fist into their face, people who they had sex with but never viewed as more than a person only usable for sex, people who failed to return romantic love.
Reo Tanaka was a person who longed for Saya Ito.
The peeper's liquor-filled water bottle was in his kitchen, waiting for Reo to drink it in celebration.
"I'm going to make her mind. And after school, I'm going to get drunk." Reo said in a low tone, holding his folded love letter. "I wish I had a envelope to put the letter in."
Reo didn't write his name in the love letter.
His uwabaki slippers' bottoms slapping against the floor, the peeper kept his eyes trained on Saya, who was near the hall's end as she tapped her thumbs against her cellphone's screen.
Reo smirked as his heart wouldn't stop pounding fast.
He was as confident as a popular athlete racing a eight-year old.
The peeper was ready to go on dinner dates with Saya, press his lips against her own for the first time, thrust his cock in and out her pussy the night after their wedding, have kids with her, hold her wrinkled hand sixty years later as they keep their eyes trained on the sky while the sun sets, die loved.
Erino Kashi stepped into Reo's path, making Reo stop walking.
She wore a smile on her face.
Two weeks ago, Reo would have savored Erino's smile as she stood in front of him.
Now, Erino was as repulsive to Reo as contestants in a shit-eating contest.
"Reo, you wrote me another love letter?" Erino said one second after training her eyes on the love letter in Reo's hand. "Give it to me."
Reo shook his hand. After flashing an insincere smile, he said, "No. This is for Saya-san."
Aya took a step closer to Reo, pressed herself against him.
Erino's large breasts, enclosed in the eighteen-year old girl's clothes, was against Reo's clothed chest.
Reo's hand holding the love letter trembled.
Erino took Reo's free hand, brought his finger into her warm mouth, sucked.
Reo's huge cock struggled inside Reo's pants as it grew hard, eager to meet pussy.
"Erino-san." Reo said, his finger in the girl's mouth as she gave it a fingerjob. "Stop."
Erino stopped her fingerjob, took Reo's love letter.
She turned, took quick steps towards Saya.
Reo's continued pounding from Erino's past manipulations, but the peeper had panic coursing through his body.
He took a step towards Erino.
A person grabbed Reo's arm.
"Be still." Wei said, the eighteen-year old Chinese sex trafficker keeping his hold on Reo's arm. "We have shit to discuss."
Reo gritted his teeth as he scowled.
When Erino reached the spot near Saya, the huge-breasted girl extended Reo's love letter towards the girl Reo longed to marry.
Wei tightened his grip.
On the school's roof, Wei stood near the rooftop's edge as Reo kept his hands in his pockets.
Wei had his eyes trained on a skyscraper in the distance. The skyscraper had a billboard displaying a woman holding a toothbrush and toothpaste.
"Isn't that funny? I made myself rich by selling bitches. When I was little, I wanted to get rich by becoming a boxer." Wei said, averting his gaze to the billboard displaying the woman. "Today, you're going to help me. I've been stalking a pussy I want to find a buyer for soon. Since I'm a nice person, I'll even give you half the pay. And you don't have a choice, Jap. If you refuse to help me, you know what I'll do to you."
Reo bowed his head.
Erino had given Reo's love letter to Saya.
Wei intended on making Reo help him kidnap a woman or girl to sell.
Reo almost didn't have money to buy food with.
The peeper rubbed his forehead, the deep urge to drink the liquor in his apartment coursing through him.
Twenty minutes after leaving the last class, Reo stood on a sidewalk near an apartment complex, donning sunglasses, wearing a cap, a dark red, short-sleeved shirt, black jeans, white shoes one size too big.
He tapped his right foot in impatience, frustration.
He had memorized the plan, but that fact did not mean Reo was eager for the plan to commence.
"Bom. Spring," a Korean voice said, emitting from a cellphone.
Reo turned his head.
Tina's shoes slapped against the sidewalk while the girl held a cellphone in her hand. She said, "Bom. Bom. Bom."
Reo shook his head. He had to help kidnap a girl studying the Korean language.
Tina lifted her head, no longer keeping her eyes trained on her cellphone's screen.
The video on her phone continued emitting Korean words as the eighteen-year old Tina made eye contact with Reo.
Tina stopped walking.
The sun glowed against the sunglasses covering Reo's eyes.
Reo clenched his shaking fists.
Wei brought a gray car to a stop near the street, waved at Reo.
