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Ch.5 Running Away

The weeks leading to his graduation were a blur of exams and ceremonies, each moment overshadowed by Mai’s presence. Her touch lingered in casual hugs, her perfume haunted his dreams, and her laughter stirred his cock even in the most innocent moments. Yumi, too, watched him closely, her voluptuous figure a softer echo of Mai’s, her eyes holding secrets Hayao couldn’t decipher. He kept his feelings locked away, a storm raging beneath his calm exterior.

Graduation day arrived. Hayao stood in his uniform, diploma in hand, surrounded by classmates buzzing with plans for university or jobs. Mai and Yumi were there, clapping proudly, Mai’s blonde hair catching the sunlight, her curvy body outlined by a fitted dress. Yumi’s softer curves were no less striking, her black hair cascading down her back. Hayao forced a smile for photos, but his heart was heavy. He couldn’t stay under the same roof as Mai, not with the stopwatch’s power tempting him to cross lines he’d already violated.

That evening, over a celebratory dinner of sushi and sake, Hayao broke the news. “I’m taking a year off before university,” he said, avoiding their eyes. “I want to travel, see Japan, figure things out.”

Mai’s fork paused mid-air, her expression a mix of surprise and concern. “Travel? Alone? Hayao, are you sure?”

Yumi raised an eyebrow, her lips curling slightly. “Running away already, huh? What’s the rush?”

“It’s not running away,” he said, sharper than intended. “I just need… space. I need to find myself.”

Mai reached for his hand, her touch warm and electric. “I understand needing space, but promise you’ll stay safe. And call us, okay?”

He nodded, his throat tight, her fingers lingering on his. Yumi watched, her gaze unreadable, but she said nothing more.

The next morning, Hayao stood in the genkan, the entrance of the house, his backpack heavy with essentials, the stopwatch hanging around his neck by a chain. Mai’s eyes were misty, her sundress clinging to her curves as she pulled him into a hug. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her perfume enveloping him, and for a moment, he wanted to stay, to use the stopwatch and lose himself in her body. Instead, he pulled back, memorizing her face.

“Take care, darling,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “You can always come back home anytime.”

Yumi hugged him next, her body soft and warm, her scent a mix of vanilla and something uniquely her. “Don’t do anything stupid, bro,” she teased, but her voice cracked slightly.

“I won’t,” he promised, stepping into the street. The door closed behind him, and he walked away, the weight of his decision settling like a stone in his chest.

***

Hayao’s journey began with a train to Hokkaido, the northern island’s vast fields and crisp air a stark contrast to Tokyo’s chaos. He worked on an apple farm, his hands roughened by labor, his mind drifting to Mai’s smile as he plucked fruit under the autumn sun. In Kyoto, he served at a restaurant in Gion, the sight of geishas in kimonos reminding him of Mai’s elegance, her body he’d touched in stolen moments. In Shikoku, he assisted at a shrine, praying for forgiveness as he swept stone paths, the stopwatch a constant weight in his pocket.

Each place offered distraction, but none erased his obsession. Nights were the hardest, alone in cheap hostels or shared dorms, his hand finding his cock as he pictured Mai’s breasts, her pussy, her lips. He hadn’t used the stopwatch since that night, its power a siren call he resisted, knowing each use would pull him deeper into darkness. Yet, he couldn’t discard it, the goddess Benzaiten’s gift—or curse—too entwined with his desires.

By late summer, Hayao found himself in Gifu Prefecture, drawn to the rural beauty of Ena. The city, nestled among mountains and bisected by the Kiso River, felt like a place where time stood still, a refuge for someone fleeing his past. He stepped off the train at Ena Station as the sun dipped behind Mount Kasagi, the air thick with pine and earth. Exhausted and low on funds, he asked a local for a place to stay.

An elderly fisherman, his face weathered like driftwood, pointed down a riverside path. “Kanae-san runs a guest house in the village,” he said, his voice gravelly. “Good food, fair price. She’ll take care of you.”

Hayao thanked him and followed the path, the river’s gentle flow calming his nerves. The village was a cluster of traditional houses with tiled roofs, their wooden facades warmed by soft light. Fireflies danced in the dusk, a scene so serene it almost eased the ache in his chest. He found Kanae’s Inn, a two-story building with a sign above the door, its ground floor a lively pub filled with locals’ laughter.

Pushing open the door, the bell jingled, and Hayao was greeted by the scent of grilled fish and sake. The pub was cozy, with wooden beams, paper lanterns, and a long bar where a few patrons chatted. Behind the bar stood Kanae, a woman in her mid-thirties, her presence commanding the room. Her medium-length brown hair was tied back with a red kerchief, her tanned skin glowing under the warm lights. She wore denim hotpants that hugged her thick thighs and a tight t-shirt that strained against her large breasts, their shape unmistakable even from across the room. Her coarse, friendly demeanor was evident as she bantered with a customer, her laugh loud and unapologetic.

She looked up as Hayao approached, her brown eyes brightening. “Oi, welcome! You look like you’ve been on the road a while. Need a room?”

Hayao nodded, setting his bag down. “Yeah, I was told you have rooms available.”

“Damn right I do!” Kanae grinned, wiping her hands on a towel. “Come on, I’ll show you upstairs.”

She led him up a creaky staircase, her hips swaying with each step, the hotpants riding up to reveal more of her tanned thighs. Hayao’s eyes lingered, a familiar heat stirring in his groin. The hallway was narrow, lined with sliding doors, and she opened one to reveal a simple room: tatami mats, a low table, a neatly folded futon, and a window overlooking the river.

“Not fancy, but it’s clean,” Kanae said, leaning against the doorframe, her breasts pressing against her t-shirt. “Shared bathroom’s down the hall. You staying long?”

“Not sure yet,” Hayao admitted, dropping his bag. “Just passing through.”

She studied him, her gaze curious. “You’re from the city, ain’t ya? Got that Tokyo vibe. What’s a pretty boy like you doing in Ena?”

He hesitated, then said, “Needed a change. Been traveling, seeing Japan.”

“Fair enough,” she nodded, not pushing further. “Dinner’s at seven in the pub. Fresh fish from the Kiso, best you’ll ever taste. See ya then.”

“Thanks,” Hayao said, watching her leave, her ass a tantalizing curve in those shorts. Alone, he sat on the futon, the room’s simplicity grounding him. For the first time in months, his thoughts weren’t solely on Mai. Kanae’s earthy allure, her unpolished charm, was a new temptation, one free of the taboo that haunted him.

***

Dinner was a communal affair, the pub filled with locals and a few travelers. Hayao sat at a small table, savoring grilled river fish, sticky rice, and pickled vegetables, the flavors rich and comforting. Kanae moved between tables, pouring sake, her laughter infectious. Her t-shirt clung to her sweat-damp skin, outlining her breasts, and Hayao’s cock twitched as he watched her bend over to clear a plate, her cleavage a fleeting glimpse of paradise.

She caught his eye and sauntered over, plopping into the chair across from him. “How’s the food, city boy?” she asked, resting her chin on her hand, her breasts pressing against the table.

“Amazing,” Hayao said, meaning more than the meal. “Better than anything in Tokyo.”

She laughed, a throaty sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Flatterer. So, what’s your deal? Running from something or chasing something?”

He sipped his sake, considering his answer. “A bit of both, I guess. Needed to get away, find myself.”

Kanae nodded, her expression softening. “Ena’s good for that. Quiet, simple. People here don’t ask too many questions, but they’ll take you in if you’re willing to pitch in.”

“Sounds like what I need,” Hayao said, meeting her gaze. Her eyes were warm, inviting, and for a moment, he imagined pulling her close, tasting her lips, feeling her body against his.

They talked late into the night, Kanae sharing stories of Ena’s history—its castle ruins, the Nakasendo trail, the sake brewery that drew tourists. Hayao spoke of city life, careful to avoid specifics, describing neon lights and crowded trains. She listened, rapt, her curiosity about Tokyo palpable.

“Sounds like a whole other world,” she said dreamily, twirling a strand of hair. “Maybe I’ll visit someday, see it for myself.”

“You should,” Hayao encouraged, imagining her in the city, her curves turning heads. “It’s chaotic, but there’s beauty in it.”

As the pub emptied, Kanae stood, stretching, her t-shirt riding up to reveal a strip of tanned stomach. “Gotta clean up. You should rest, long day tomorrow if you’re sticking around.”

“I think I will,” Hayao said, standing. “Thanks for the meal. And the talk.”

“My pleasure,” she winked, her eyes lingering on him. “Sleep tight, city boy.”

***

In his room, Hayao lay on the futon, the river’s murmur soothing through the open window. Fireflies flickered outside, their glow a reminder of the village’s tranquility. For the first time in months, his thoughts weren’t consumed by Mai. Kanae’s image filled his mind—her laughter, her curves, the way her hotpants hugged her ass. 

But the stopwatch, tucked in his bag, called to him. He could freeze time, take her without consequence, explore every inch of her body. The thought was intoxicating, his sadistic side whispering promises of control. Yet, something held him back. Kanae was different—open, genuine, untainted by his past sins. Using the stopwatch on her felt… wrong, a betrayal of the fresh start he sought.

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