Being Swayed by the Deluded Shacho Chapter 1-2
Presenting: Being Swayed by the Deluded Shacho (R18)
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‘Are you frustrated?’ he asked…
Sakamoto is in love with her boss, but he treats her like his younger sister. What is
Sakamoto to do?
As usual, I am not
responsible for those who aren’t responsible for themselves.
I make running commentary - don't like that idea, don't let the metaphorical door hit you where the good lord split you.
1 Delusion! The Boss’ sweet kiss.
Our Shacho is very fierce and
imaginative.
During work, this is okay, but in
more personal conversations, his flights of fancy become a problem especially
when you suddenly stop understanding what he is on about.
‘Sakamoto, what are you going to
have for lunch today?’ he asked. His hair and beard were unkempt; he would look
so cool if he cleaned up a little. I have never seen him that dressed up.
‘I’ve got a bento I made today,’ I
replied.
‘Eh? Have you gotten tired of
eating lunch with me?’ he asked vexed.
Here we go…I thought.
Our company sold minor imported
goods. We had a small staff, myself, my boss and two others, one managed the
bills the other managed the orders. Every day was filled with dealing our
Shacho’s delusions.
‘Don’t be like that. It’s the dry
week before payday!’
‘Do you dislike me?’
‘No…’
‘Or has your boyfriend told you not
to eat with other guys?’
…Listen to this man!
This is the kind of nonsense I have
had to deal with for the last two years. How is it that this person has wormed
his way into my heart?
‘I never knew you had a boyfriend,
what kind of guy is he? You had better break up with a narrow minded fellow
like that!’ he said.
It would be different if he was
joking, but this man was absolutely serious.
Well, this is how I have lived thus
far.
I sighed. How was this man an
adult? He was ten years older than me!
‘I don’t have a boyfriend. I will
tell you when I get one!’
‘Truly?’ he asked.
Are you my father? (Zuben: Nah, your
daddy <><>
‘Yes, truly.’
I get testy when the topics of
boyfriends or marriage come up. I would have been happy if it was any
indication of romance.
The boss is thirty three, and I am
twenty three. I personally have no problem with dating someone with that age
gap. But I feel like the boss sees me as his daughter. (Zuben: hmmhm)
I know that I am not hated, and I
am sort of honoured that he sees me like a daughter or sister.
His long fingers.
I am not very experienced in the
s.e.x department, but everytime I look at his fingers, I imagine him inserting
his finger into my p.u.s.s.y and stirring me up.
‘Okay, I’ll get a bento from the
convenience store today.’ He said calming down. He finally smiled after letting
go of his latest mania.
I quickly turned back to my
computer screen intending on working.
We were renting an apartment in a
condominium as our company offices, and sell our products on the internet, so
the computers were indispensable. I am happy I took computer courses in junior
college, so I can handle the work without difficulty. (Zuben: But we digress)
There was a groan, ‘Sleepy…’ he
said as he stretched.
When we first started, there was a
lot of free time, but recently we have started getting lots of orders. So the
boss has been working late preparing the orders for shipping, so it is no
surprise that he was tired.
‘Shacho should have a nap in the
next room. There haven’t been many orders today, so I should be able to handle
things.’ I said.
‘Ah, that’s no good. Alright, I’ll
let you hold the fort. Wake me up in fifteen minutes?’
I glanced at the clock after Shacho
had gone into the resting room. It was ten-fifteen. Fifteen minutes would be
enough time to finish the updates on the site.
When I graduated, I struggled to
find work. But I somehow got lucky and found work here as a secretary and
administrative a.s.sistant. But I feel that my job description also encompa.s.ses managing the
boss as well.
The salary wasn’t high but I felt
the work was fun and rewarding in a sense, since I was involved in most aspects
of the business.
I finished the website updates and
went to the resting room. Shacho was sleeping in the cot we had put there for
his naps or working too late to go home. (Zuben: Cos this is j.a.pan, work is
lyf!)
I shook his shoulder,
‘Hmm…Maki?’ he called drowsily.
Calling me by my first name was
unusual; I was stunned for a moment. Was he dreaming of me? I peered into the
face of the president with concern wondering what kind of dream he was having
when his eyes opened and our eyes met. (Zuben: s.e.xy dreams)
‘Shacho?’ I called.
Shacho’s hand reached out, s.n.a.t.c.hed
my hand and drew me into bed with him. I was suddenly surrounded by his warmth,
‘Ah, that…!’
‘Be quiet,’ he said as he put his
hand behind my head and touched his lips to mine.
What? Am I being kissed right now?
I have to get away quickly, I
though frantically, but Shacho’ arms were like a vice around me. He forced his
tongue into my mouth.
I groaned in protest, but Shacho’
tongue entwined with mine which is confused by the invasion. His movements are
vivid (Zuben: Vivid?), and I begin to lose my head.
He nipped, sucked and licked my
lips and mouth mixing our saliva. (Zuben: A saliva c.o.c.ktail, if you would)
This was unlike any kiss I have
ever experienced. I was being thoroughly kissed, so much so that I began to grow
aroused. I had read in a women’s magazine that there was an erogenous zone in
the mouth. I feel the veracity of that statement right now.
Was it that my ex-boyfriend was bad
at kissing?
Or was it that Shacho is good at
kissing?
Either way this was a level I could
not compete against.
I groaned.
I want it.
I want to do it right now.
The arousal was an ache that was
becoming unbearable.
Suddenly we were parted.
I opened my eyes to see a surprised
red faced Shacho.
‘Oh I am so sorry. I am so sorry!’
he said in dismay. He was fl.u.s.tered.
This made me sad, it seemed I was
the only one getting excited. It seemed the Maki in his dream was not me.
‘I didn’t not know what I was doing
I was half asleep!’
I wanted to cry.
I wanted to protest this meanness.
But once I do that, I could never
come back from it.
Shacho would not fire me, but I
wouldn’t be able to face him.
‘I have done a bad thing, I am so
sorry.’
If he apologised any more, I would
be even more hurt.
I pouted looking annoyed and rose
from the bed, ‘Buy me the best and biggest dessert in the shop’
He smiled; he was relieved by my
words.
There was something reproachful
about his change of expression.
I was now very clear about how Shacho
felt about me.
I was depressed to the extent I
could not eat my lunch.
I could not taste the pudding and
fresh cream I ate after.
2 Amorous Me
“You have no s.e.x appeal.”
This is something I have been told by
my ex-boyfriend, male friends and one or two girl friends. That seems to be me
in a nutsh.e.l.l.
I preferred to wear jeans and a
shirt or t-shirt. Even when I was in college, my former part time job or now in
my present job; I preferred my jeans and top with parka combo. It was hard to
be s.e.xy in that. (Zuben: Some people somehow manage it, it's not about clothes)
But, right now because of preparing
the items for packing and shipping, it was still more convenient to wear jeans.
‘Well then, at least wear make-up.’
This is what my friends’ had
suggested.
My make-up routine was light; BB
cream and clear lip gloss.
Would wearing more make up increase
s.e.x appeal? Was that the cause?
I stared at my face in the mirror.
I put on lipstick I hadn’t worn
since I was looking for work. Because I don’t use lipstick, I feel it dense upon
my lips. (Zuben: I feel your pain)
Shacho, will you notice? Will it
make you a little conscious of me?
I kept the jeans but wore a dressy
top my friend gave me to celebrate getting a job.
I usually hold up my pony tail with
a black hair band. I change to a pink scrunchie.
As expected, the changes are too
sudden, I barely recognise myself in the mirror.
I left for work thirty minutes
earlier than usual. I could not sit still even if I had things to occupy the
time.
Even though I know that the world
doesn’t care about me, I care about their eyes because I look different from usual. I fidgeted, feeling like I was being watched.
Because I arrived early for work, I
went to the coffee shop near my work. I went there often to eat lunch with Shacho
and get coffee during breaks,
‘Welcome, Miss Sakamoto!’
Sakurai-kun, one of the cashiers I was familiar with was definitely unsettled at
seeing me.
…I wish I hadn’t done this.
Perhaps it didn’t suit me.
I wish I had gotten my friends to
veto the look before I tried it.
I was embarra.s.sed and quickly went
to sit in my usual spot by the window.
Sakurai brought a serviette and water
in a fl.u.s.ter,
‘Are you going somewhere today?’ he
asked
‘Well…just to work?’
‘And after?’
‘I’m not going anywhere,’
He was a student working part time
the café, he’d known me since I started working at the company, so he knew what
my usual style was.
‘…Is it strange?’ I asked
Sakurai shook his head, ‘You look
very cute. I was very surprised!’
‘No no no’ that can’t be, I
thought.
‘Are you serious?! Maybe you have a
boyfriend?’
Boyfriend?!
‘Or someone you like?’ he asked
brightly guessing my depressed mood.
The person seems out of my reach.
I looked more depressed.
Sakurai was a megane-kun, who looked good in his black framed gla.s.ses. He really
had a cute face, I thought, looking at him properly.
‘If there isn’t, can I be a
candidate?’
What?
‘Don’t think I am joking,
Sakamoto-san, I want to dye you in my colour. However, I am puzzled.’ (Zuben:
Ew!)
What is this boy saying early in
the morning? (Zuben: I know right?)
‘Don’t think that because I am
younger than you I am out of range. I am only younger than you by two years,’
That is not possible! (Zuben: Do
you look that old? Or does he look that young?)
‘I am unattached –ow!’
Sakurai-kun was suddenly crouching
down holding his head in agony.
Shacho was behind him rubbing his fist.
(Zuben: How dare you poach on his territory, isn’t that right ‘Boss-san’?)
‘Can you not embarra.s.s my employee
at your work place?’ Shacho said
‘We are free to find love
anywhere!’ Sakurai replied
‘Vomiting out such horrendous lines
at women isn’t going to get you anything,’
Without looking at me, Shacho bowed
to the owner of the café and left. I hurried after him.
We didn’t talk as we entered the
office and I went to my desk and sat quietly waiting for my computer to start.
‘Do you like Sakurai?’ he suddenly
asked breaking the silence.
I jumped at the sound of his voice.
‘While he looks cool, I don’t
recommend him.’ He continued
‘No, different…’
‘It is because there is no
relationship with his girlfriend. I think that a sincere man is better.’
Sincerity, you think?
Was Shacho sincere?
Kissing me like that yesterday.
My mood seemed to be transmitted.
He scratched his head,
‘But I can’t make a.s.sumptions about
people.’
‘On my part, I do not like
Sakurai-kun like that,’
‘But that look…’
‘What is wrong with how I look?’ I
said my tone firm
Will he notice my tone? Who do does
he think I want to see me like this? Who wants to be liked?
‘…Sakamoto doesn’t usually’
I close my eyes and sigh.
‘Are you frustrated?’
Yes. (Zuben: Mentally or s.e.xually?)
‘What are you talking about?’ I
asked
‘Is anyone good enough? I wish I
was consulted…’ he said quietly.
‘What a moment…’
‘But,’ he cried out excitedly, ‘you
still shouldn’t go for Sakurai-kun, he is so sloppy.’ (Zuben: Isn’t he just.
Yeesh)
I shot out of my chair angrily.
Shacho was surprised, and his
rambling was suspended temporarily.
I stood before Shacho who was
sitting and looked down at him. (Zuben: Are you going to shout? Give him what
for? Cos if he doesn’t want the cookies, what is his business who wants them?)
‘If that is the case,’ I said,
‘Would it would be nice if it was Shacho?’
‘Eh…?’
‘”Frustration.”’ I pa.s.sionately blurted out, ‘Isn’t that what you suggested? Don’t you think that you kissing
me yesterday was the cause? This is the consequence.’
I suddenly calmed down. He had no
reaction.
It was mortifying to complain about
such a thing.
‘Pardon me. Please forget it.’ I
said bowing and turning back to my seat.
At that moment, he grabbed my hand.
‘Eh?’
‘If I am okay, I will be your
partner.’ He said and dragged me to the resting room and pulled me into the bed
‘Shacho,…Nn!’
He kissed me, as he rolled over my
body. I accepted his kiss.
Shacho’s tongue ravaged my mouth
excitedly. It was like my tongue had become a s.e.x organ, his tongue felt good
against mine.
Did Shacho have a wrong idea
kissing me like this? Does he think me a h.o.r.n.y girl? Shacho’s delusions are
extreme. He probably thinks I am a s.l.u.t. (Zuben: Nah, his dreams are coming
through)
I moaned.
Saliva over flowed from the edge of
my lips. (Zuben: Who kisses like this, letting saliva over-flow? s.e.x is already
kinda icky, can we keep it from being even more so, j.a.pan?)
I was getting wet, I could feel the
heat between my legs.
I come up for air and Shacho
attacked my ears; one ear was being gently caressed while the other was between
his lips. The ear became numb with pleasure as that disagreeable sound was
transmitted to my brain.
I wonder if he is going to do this
to the end.
I would like to of course, but I
would not be able to work if that happens.
His hot tongue invades my ear, and
I arch my neck unconsciously. It was a frustrating gentle pleasure. I wanted
him to do more, but I think he’s teasing me.
‘I did not think Sakamoto was such
a naughty girl,’
‘Aahn, that’s different, I am not,’
‘What’s different? Yesterday’s kiss
made you frustrated, didn’t it?’
About yesterday’s kiss…
He talked about it like it was no
big deal. I wondered what Shacho had in mind. I was expectant and a bit anxious
about the unknown pleasures that would be given to me from now on.
Maybe I am lewd like the president
said.
‘I am taking your top off,’
Shacho’s voice echoes in my brain. He pulled the blouse up to my chest and I
could feel the touch of his fingers directly on my skin.
A bony finger, so different from a
woman’s, traced around my belly.
‘Oh,’ I cried. It was ticklish and his touch made me squirm with pleasure. Then he began to stroke my sides slowly. At first it was
ticklish, then it began to turn into pleasure. My skin became sensitive as
gooseb.u.mps appeared. My p.u.s.s.y was wet; a testimony of the pleasure I was
feeling.
‘Maki is so sensitive,’ he
whispered with a happy chuckle.
Till now, I have had three
boyfriends, but none of them had said such a thing. I had thought it was rather
difficult for me to feel pleasure.
His hand moved up my body round the
sides to the top. Then his hands were on my bra.s.siere and it was soon undone.
A phone rang. (Zuben: Dammit!)
It was the company phone. Shacho
pulled down my top and signalled that I should wait.
I was too aroused. I moved and I
could feel the slickness between my legs, there was a sound as well.
From the other side of the door, I
hear Shacho apologising. It must be a complaint.
Shacho came back into the room
wearing his coat.
‘Was it a complaint?’ I asked. He
nodded as he stroked my cheek.
‘It’s not far, I will drive there.
Work does not wait for this sort of thing.’
‘Wa…I understand,’
‘Do not comfort yourself,’ Shacho
said laughing mischievously as he left. It took me a couple of seconds to get
the implication. My face grew hot.
Doing it myself…
The thought made me throb down there.
I unhooked my jeans and reached
into my underwear. Although I just stroked the entrance, my fingers were
quickly coated in love juice. Even such a little stimulus was sweet.
It wasn’t that I have never
comforted myself.
I moved my slick fingers up and
down along my slit, I began to feel good. At first it was gentle pleasure, but
then the sensation grew stronger.
I stopped.
What am I doing? I am in the middle
of work!
I put my clothes back together,
tidied my pony tail and went back to my desk.
Zuben: Will they or will they?
Index ❋ Chapter 3&4