Banging the Hot MILFs of Tokyo-Chapter 33

Yuki Mori leaned against the steel railing, the only thing keeping him from tipping over the edge of the open walkway two floors above ground. He stayed lost in thoughts as the cool breeze brushing against his face.

Both his arms extended outwards from the rail, phone still in hand, suspended over as he absentmindedly zoomed into the picture which Aiko said previously. He was on the rise for a new fucking with Aiko.

He could never get tired of her figure.

"Yuki Mori."

That voice. He knew it—undeniably recognizable, threading through his ears like a name he wasn't ready to hear. His body flinched before his mind could catch up. He jerked slightly, turning to meet the source of the voice—just as his grip slipped.

The phone left his hands in a blur.

Crack!

The phone slipped from his fingers, spiraling downward until it slammed against the concrete ground two floors below. "Shit—my phone!" Yuki cursed, eyes darting down in horror. He stared helplessly at the shattered screen far beneath him, then slowly turned to face the woman who had unintentionally caused the disaster.

Katashi...

His heart left his chest, some fragments of their sex massage scene flooding into his head. Katashi Kurica stood just a few feet away, already beginning to walk past when she'd paused to say hello.

Her smile faltered into a flicker of amusement. "Oops... bad timing?" It was an oddly soft chuckle, something he hadn't expected. Forced to speak to her after their awkward night together, Yuki murmured.

"Miss Kurica,"

"Did you ditch me? It has been five days counting since Takashi handed you the contract. Are you having a change of mind?"

Yuki's mouth parted, but nothing came out at first—just the soft exhale of someone caught completely off guard. His throat tightened. "I didn't ditch you,"

He said, straightening up, trying to sound in control—but it came out hoarse, like he hadn't used his voice in hours. "I just... got busy."

"Then get back to me at once. Maybe we can have some fun in my house later on after Renji's tutoring. Bring nothing but your soft hands and hard dick." Katashi winked throwing Yuki into a cold blooded sweat.

It didn't take long for Kurosawa to spot Katashi outside the corridor and came to escort her out of the school. Yuki immediately shifted his aim to his broken phone on the ground. He rushed speedily down the stairs on the right and not on the left which Katashi and Kurosawa were currently using.

The last step hit like a shot of adrenaline as Yuki reached the lower floor, his shoes skidding slightly against the tiled stairwell.He didn't waste a second running over to the phone.

He skipped a heartbeat noticing how ruined the phone was. He crouched against the hardened floor and picked his phone up, heart pounding. One look, and he knew it was bad.

The screen was completely shattered—glass cracked in every direction, leaving now side free from cracks. He turned it to the back, a corner was dented so badly the metal frame had peeled slightly and the middle part pressed in.

He opened up the loose dented phone cover, keeping it on his laps while he disassembling the components one after the other. The fucking hell was he meant to use a phone that hit so hard that it pulled itself apart.

The battery had a swell, the pieces of screen glass scattered around it. There was no way this phone could ever be fixed!

"If you can try and on, I can copy my files to the cloud." Yuki clasped his hands together saying some sort of prayer to the thin air and began assembling each parts carefully.

He pressed the power button.

Nothing.

He tried again, harder this time.

Only a flicker.

Then a glitchy mess of red lines ran across the screen, a blush ink pouring out from the edge of the screen. His lock screen image of a videogamer on headphones blinked in and out, somewhat a distorted version of his lock screen—before changing into black.

"Oh come on...come on..." Yuki pleaded, trying to switch it on again but to his defilement, nothing came on.

The phone was dead. Like, really dead. The smoke radiating out from its pouch, perhaps the battery was just his last cue.

"Fuck... fuck, fuck—motherfucker!" Yuki growled, hurling the words into the empty air.

Frustratedly, he kicked out his leg, slamming his foot into a nearby stone slab. The hot force vibrated up his shin, taking him off balance as he landed on his butt. "Ouch," Yuki rose to his feet, sweeping the torna apart scraps left remaining into his pocket that could be sold off and the rest of the phone, into his hands.

"Here goes my saved up earnings for my college tuition to get a new phone. Damn..."

*******

The walk to the from room was a long boring one. Without his phone, Yuki had nothing to bury his head into or probably keep his mind at rest. Taking such a long walk had made him notice that the dormitory was two blocks away from the main school ground and those two blocks were hellish to walk alone.

He climbed the last stairs to his room, knocking on the door before someone came to open it up. Haruto stood next to the doorframe, water dripping down his lean body. His hair was wet and messy, a towel hanging loosely around his shoulders—but other than that, he wore nothing to cover his lower body.

Yuki caught a glance of an unshaved dick standing erect right in front of him. Yuki froze, blinking rapidly. His eyes darted to the ceiling. "Damn, why is your cock erect two in the afternoon? Put that shit away men. I ain't gay!" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Haruto looked down casually, then shrugged. "Huh. Guess the beast just knows when it's admired."

Yuki groaned. "No one's admiring that overgrown mushroom."

Haruto smirked. "Please, this cock could start a cult. It's got presence."

Yuki snorted and turned his back. "Your cock only comes out when you are fucking a girl or masturbating, or else keep that dick to your blood self! I don't want to throw up."

Haruto quipped, stepping aside to let him in, the towel still doing absolutely nothing useful. "Besides, if I had a problem with your tits being out, you'd hear about it."

"I don't have tits, dumbass," Yuki muttered, stomping past him, ears burning. Yuki dropped his bag with a thud and spun around, pointing a firm finger—still avoiding any eye contact below shoulder-level.

"Listen, it's sexy to meet a woman naked. But walking into a dude, fully torqued, is trauma fuel."

Haruto leaned casually against the doorframe, not even pretending to wrap the towel tighter. "Aw, don't be dramatic. It's just a dick. Not like it jumped out and fuck your anal."

"I ain't after your dick, that's why I'm not aroused," Yuki snapped, brushing past toward the bed and throwing himself onto it face-first.

There was a pause, followed by a long, wheezy laugh from Haruto. "Goddamn, that's a t-shirt. I should get that printed."

Yuki groaned into the sheets. "Don't talk to me. I'm mourning my phone, my sanity, and now my eyes."

Haruto finally wrapped the towel tighter around his waist—either out of pity or because he felt a draft. He walked over and flopped onto the other bed. "You want me to call the priest for a funeral? Light a candle? We can chant around your shattered phone corpse if it'll make you feel better."

Yuki turned his head, one cheek squished against the mattress. "Unless the priest has a spare phone with my files still intact, don't bother."

"Hey, can you pass me the towel on my bed, Haruto?"

Yuki's eyes flicked toward the bathroom door. Jun's head popped out, wet hair plastered to his forehead, eyes bright and unbothered like this was just any ordinary day.

Yuki's brain stalled. Wait.

Wait.

His gaze shot back to Haruto, still lazily standing with a towel barely clinging to his hips, and then to Jun—still damp, clearly freshly rinsed. One towel. One bathroom. One too many clues.

His lips parted, but no sound came out.

"Oh." It wasn't just a realization—it was a revelation. "You two were...?"

Haruto, ever unbothered, tossed the towel over without looking. "What? Showering together to conserve water? Totally eco-friendly."

Jun caught it, grinning. "We're very environmentally conscious."

Yuki blinked, mouth working but no words forming yet. "You... guys... were in the same—no. No-no. You were—dude, did you fuck in the shower?!"

Haruto's brow lifted like it was the dumbest question in the world. "I mean, yeah. The same way Renji fuck girls and get away with it, is the same way I should do when I fuck men."

Yuki looked like someone had poured cold water down his spine. "Jun I didn't know you were gay. What about those women's fluffy ass, creampie, pussy, and all the good thing women have to offer during sex. Damn, I'm so disappointed in you that you chose dicks over pussy."

"—"

"How do I unseen what I've seen?"