When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 19: The shota-like feeling of seeing the next-door neighbor's erotic outfit.
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The shota-like feeling of seeing the next-door neighbor’s erotic outfit.
Speechless.
Not only that, but the kiss, so deep and passionate, sounded almost wet, leaving my lips trembling. My eyes widened, my cheeks flushed. I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t tear my gaze from the scene.
What on earth were they doing at this hour? I stood there dumbfounded as the man in the suit said, “Well then, see you later,” and walked away with an air of freshness.
Was that… Could it have been Sajou-san’s mother’s…? But ahe looked too young for that, more like in her mid-twenties. Was she just trying to look young?
Good grief… To be shown such a spectacle from the morning. Was this what they called outdoor play? Probably not.
My mind wandered off, dazed, until the sound of a latch drew my attention. I turned my head and our eyes met.
In that instant, a rush of blood flooded through me, leaving my whole body hot.
“Ah!? No, I mean, uh, s-sorry…”
Embarrassment, a strange sense of apology, and confusion swirled within me. My head felt like it was overheating, billowing smoke. All I could do was apologize.
And yet, those overly large breasts, visible through her attire, made it difficult to find a place to fix my gaze. And her underwear, barely concealing her private areas… It was all so precarious.
Was it genetic…? I swallowed hard.
As embarrassment, nervousness, and arousal fought within me, making my head spin, Sajou-san’s “mother” maintained a gentle smile, unruffled by her alluring appearance.
“Good morning.”
“G-g-good morning…”
My voice faltered. My tongue felt tied up in knots.
And to think, despite being subjected to a scene straight out of a foreign film, she remained so composed. I wished she’d at least hide herself in the shadows of the doorway. Then again, that might have been even more tantalizing.
It felt like being teased by an attractive older sister from next door, even though I wasn’t a kid.
“Araa?”
As if noticing something, she raised her voice and squinted at me.
Her expression, reminiscent of Sajou-san’s in some ways, was like yin and yang. Despite their opposite vibes, they still gave off a mother-daughter aura.
“You—”
As if grasping for something, she reached out her hand gently, about to say something when the sound of the elevator opening interrupted her.
“Um… was there something?”
“No, sorry about that. See you later.”
With those words left hanging, she hurried back into her apartment.
The door closed soundlessly. I couldn’t even hear the click of the lock.
Huh…?
As I stood there, puzzled by her departure, I blinked.
“…Rihito?”
“W-What!? Uh, yes! Burarasfa!”
Clutching my chest as my heart pounds violently against my eardrums, I turn in the direction of the voice. My breath is ragged.
It seems it was Sajou-san who came down from the elevator, holding a plastic bag from the pharmacy and looking at me with a puzzled expression as I stood alone in the hallway.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, um, it’s just…”
…What was it again?
Sajou-san wasn’t around, so I was at a loose end. Then I thought I’d go buy some games. But when I stepped out of the door, I saw a lady who looked like Sajou-san’s mom, engaging in a rather… intimate kiss. And her outfit was, well, let’s just say it was a bit too revealing for going out…
“Um, it’s like this,” I say, my words stumbling out as I struggle to explain.
“I accidentally watched a video of a popular idol who looked just like a sexy actress – you know, the kind you’re not supposed to watch. There’s this indescribable sense of guilt mixed with excitement… and, uh, her breasts were huge.”
My brain must have been fried.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t be saying something like this.
There’s a rustling sound as the plastic bag rubs together.
Sajou-san’s hand holding the bag tightened, squeezing it tightly.
“…haaah…”
***
I couldn’t go to the retro game store.
Incidentally, an early spring cleaning, led by Sajou-san, was carried out in my house about six months earlier than usual.
Crack, snap.
The sound of something splitting in two echoed endlessly, much like my heart.