Posted on the 10th of august on Discord. The entry introduces Otome and where Edwin will live:
"The warm, cozy beams of the sun swathed all over my back as I stood in front of a modest house. It sat nestled amongst tall buildings and bustling streets of the city, but somehow managed to feel like a tranquil oasis amidst the chaos.
The exterior was sleek and minimalistic, with clean lines and a muted color palette. The front of the house consisted mostly of large, floor-to-ceiling windows that allowed natural light to flood the interior, while also offering glimpses of the simple, elegant furnishing inside.
I couldn’t help but be impressed as I shook off my initial hesitation and stepped through the open gates. The chirping of the birds, gliding on air currents overhead, was like a soothing symphony for the soul.
Perhaps I was being a little over-sentimental, but there was something natural about this place, as if untouched by civilization, even though it had clearly adopted it — adopted, for sure, but not corrupted by it.
A small garden surrounded the house, with carefully tended shrubs and trees offering a sense of peace and serenity. There was even a small pond, with strategically placed rocks around it.
The sun cast an inviting and warm aura over its clean walls.
I treaded along the lone, cobblestone path that led to the main entrance.
The backpack slung over my shoulder felt twice its weight. Was I that nervous? Every step was like wading through mud, each one a struggle.
Even my palms were sweaty, though that could be blamed on the unforgiving sun bearing upon my exposed skin. The flight was arduous; I had never been outside my country, and knowing that I was so far from home made me feel a little claustrophobic.
‘Come on, Edwin!’
I slapped my cheeks to wake myself up.
I heard some light movements from beyond the door. A lock was unlatched, and the well-oiled hinges of the door barely squeaked as it opened. I bit my bottom lip, straightening my back.
A woman, tall and voluptuous, offered a bright smile. She walked with graceful poise, her every movement exuding an understated elegance that drew the eye.
Her hands, slender and porcelain-white — like the rest of her skin — were tucked over her lap. She dipped her upper body in a bow, and I clumsily did the same. However, much to my shame, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander in the crevice of her cleavage.
The homely blouse she was adorned in did nothing to suppress the inflated ego of those towering mounds of softness. Instead, the fabric clung tightly against them, making it more obvious.
“Oh my.”
Her brief exclamation made me momentarily panic. ‘Did... did she catch me staring?’
That would have been pathetic. First impressions are important. I didn’t want to portray the image of someone that I was not because of a slip-up.
However, the woman’s smile never thinned. It grew wider, in fact.
I heaved a sigh of relief.
Her silver hair bobbed as she unloosened herself from the bow.
“You must be our guest from the states, correct?” She spoke in concise Japanese. Even I, who was still a beginner, managed to instinctively understand the meaning of her words.
“Y-Yes, ma’am.” I nodded, nervously. Speaking Japanese was still a phonetic struggle for me. Though I was proud that my hours of continuous study and speaking helped refine what little I knew about it.
“A pleasure to meet you. I’m Otome, your host mother for the remainder of the year.” A beautiful smile blossomed on her face. The glasses perched atop the bridge of her nose glinted. “Please, make yourself at home.”
“I’m Edwin. The p-pleasure is all mine.” I replied in kind, wondering if my poor accent made my words understandable. “I’ll be under your care!” I bowed once more.
“Then, Edwin...” Otome straightened her back and turned around. She briefly glanced back at me, and, with a wide smile, invited me inside. “Come with me. I’ll give you a tour of the house.”
As I hastily fell behind her, my nose caught her lingering scent. I felt a little bit guilty for inhaling every atom of it, but it was so pleasant — not artificial and pungent like a cheap perfume.
I gulped, shaking my head.
Otome held the door open for me. “Thank you.” I said, to which she acknowledged with a curt nod. I proceeded to remove my shoes, leaving me walking on the polished flooring with only my socks on.
“My husband is currently away for business and won’t be back for a while.” She said as she motioned me to follow her down the hallway. I felt a flare of disappointment at the knowledge that this woman was married.
It was a given. The organizers had emailed me some basic info about the family. I knew that there was a wife and a husband willing to take me in
However, I didn’t know Otome would be this enticing.
‘And so large as well...’ I thought, surprised. I wouldn’t say she was fat, but her physique was quite robust. Especially her chest and hips. The curves were wide and soft-looking.
I had been expecting a diminutive woman, as had been my initial assumption that Japanese women tended to lean on the ‘small’ side.
Not in a thousand years did I expect this juggernaut of pure wobbling flesh. It was incredibly lewd. Her breasts bounced with each graceful step, and her hips swayed like a world-class belly dancer.
I bit my bottom lip, hoping that the spike of pain would distract me from my hormones. I begrudgingly tore my gaze away and focused on the interior design of the house.
The first thing that caught my eyes was the simplicity of the house. The space was uncluttered and immaculately clean, with a serene atmosphere that was further complimented by the natural lights that poured in.
The floor was made of smooth, polished wood. The walls were painted in soft, neutral shades. And as I walked along the hallway, I caught sight of a few portraits adorning the walls. Most of them depicted Otome, posing with someone else. A woman with a short mane of black hair and a toothy, mischievous grin. She was the polar opposite of the gentle and collected Otome.
However, what struck me the most was the absence of a certain someone. Otome’s husband. There was no image to offer a glimpse of the man this goddess had chosen to share her life with.
I couldn’t help but feel intrigued, wondering why there were only portraits of women.
“Is this your first time in Japan?” Otome’s alluring yet soft voice was like a gentle caress.
I nodded, an abashed smile adorning my face. “Ah, yes. In fact, it’s my first time outside the country.”
She held a hand over her mouth. “Oh, your poor boy.” She said with a sympathizing hum. “You must be a nervous wreck.”
“A bit.” I admitted, meekly. “But I’m also excited for the experience.”
“As you should.” Otome stared at me, smile never leaving her lips. “I promise you that this will be an experience you’ll never forget. After all, I’ll be the one taking care of you.”
She gave me a closed-eye smile.
I felt something warm in my chest.
“T-Thank you!” My words tumbled out louder than intended.
Otome chuckled behind a hand. “I can already tell that your presence will liven up this place.” She said. “Let me show you your room.”
My eyes fell on her beautiful, plump, and swaying backside. ‘Is she doing it on purpose?’ I couldn’t really claim to have a well of experience when it concerned the fairer sex.
In fact, much to my embarrassment, I had next to none.
Therefore, I didn’t know how to react when Otome’s hips undulated left and right, in rhythm with her poised steps.
I almost slammed into her when she suddenly stopped in front of a door.
She quirked an eyebrow up. “From now on, this will be your bedroom. You’re free to make any changes you see fit. However, should you need to make more ‘permanent’ chances, please consult with me first.”
I nodded. Besides clothes and some other personal items, I didn’t really have anything that would require the whole rearrangement of the room.
Seemingly satisfied with my consent, Otome opened the door. She scooted to the side, allowing me to walk in. The room was definitely a cultural experience for me.
The floor was covered in traditional tatami mats — more comfortable than the softwood flooring of the rest of the house. A bed sat at the center of the room, bathed in a shaft of sunlight.
“Originally, there was only a futon, but I wanted to make you as comfortable as possible, so I opted for a bed.” Otome spoke from behind me. It was a bit hard to understand her fluent Japanese, but she spoke slowly and concisely, which I was thankful for. “If you want, we can swap it for a futon.”
“I-I think...” I turned back, smiling at her. “I think I’d like that.”
She smiled back. The familiar warmth in my chest returned. I couldn’t help it. She was incredibly charming in my eyes. Perhaps it was the calm, soft cadence of her tone. It was very relaxing.
Or maybe her personality. She instantly made me feel at ease.
Though, I had to admit that her beauty also played a role.
“I’ll have it done as soon as possible. For now, why don’t you rest?” Otome’s voice pulled me out of musings. “I’m sure you’re very tired. So unpack your stuff and get some shuteye. In the meanwhile, I’ll whip up something for you.”
“That sounds great, thank you!”
She offered me one last nod and closed the door.
Taking her advice, I began to unpack my belongings. The familiar sound of the zipper and rustling of clothes brought a sense of comfort. As I looked around the room, I couldn’t help but notice the attention to detail in every aspect. The decor was subtle but tasteful, and everything seemed to have its own designated spot. It was as if Otome had anticipated my every need and had taken care of it even before my arrival.
The thought of resting was alluring. Just as she had said, I was exhausted. I could feel a dull ache in my bones, throbbing and begging me to sink into the softness of the bed.
I did sleep a bit in the plane, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable.
Even if it was only for a few hours, I wanted to lie down.
I tucked the rest of the luggage into a corner of the room and all but cannon-balled into the bed. I didn’t even bother to remove my clothes.
The mattress was bouncy and soft, a far cry from my cramped seat in the aircraft.
‘Mom... dad... I already miss you...’
It was quite scary to be away from... everything. From home. Friends. Family. Familiar streets and signs. Familiar people. Scents and sights. I was on my own right now, living with a stranger.
Otome.
She was so kind and sweet.
‘And beautiful...’
It was daunting to be in an unfamiliar place, but Otome gave me a glimmer of hope.
I had never seen someone like her before. I did see beautiful women, but Otome was ‘different’. She was special — in a way I couldn’t quite put my finger into. She was a paradox, wrapped in a veil of mystery that I couldn’t quite decipher.
Her beauty was undeniable, but there was something more to her that drew me in.
It was as if she was a puzzle waiting to be solved, and I was eager to unravel the mystery that surrounded her.
To see what she was hiding.
A sigh escaped from my lips. The exhaustion from the journey had caught up to me. The fruity scent of the pillow was intoxicating — it reminded me of Otome. I breathed it all in, hoping to print its essence deeply into my mind.
As sleep claimed me, I knew that I was in good hands, and that Otome would take care of me in ways that I could never imagine."
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