Posted on the 10th of august on Discord. This entry details more about Edwin attraction to Otome and his urges as a young man:
"I woke up before my alarm went off — an uncommon event for me. A yawn wrenched my mouth wide open. The sun was already high up, though a quick look at the clock told me that I still had roughly an hour and half before I had to set off for school.
I blinked, still a bit bleary eyed, though it was nothing that a splash of cold water wouldn’t fix. I tossed the duvet aside and got up. The tantalizing scent of Otome’s cooking wafted into my room like the smoky hands of temptations you’d see in a cartoon.
Needless to say, I hastily washed up and made my way down.
Living with Otome was a blessing. She was incredibly compassionate, understanding, and sweet. I was well-treated and looked after. This place was like a small corner of heaven, and Otome a beautiful angel.
It was a fitting description.
Ever since I was welcomed here, there was not a day where I didn’t feel wanted. Otome ensured I had everything I could possibly need. I was still a bit homesick, but her presence made those feelings wane bit by bit. She was the embodiment of warmth and family.
“Good morning, Edwin.” Otome greeted me with her characteristic half-lidded smile. It was as beautiful as it was enticing. “You’ve woken up earlier than usual, breakfast isn’t ready yet.”
“It’s fine.” I sat down. “Do you need any help?”
It felt right to ask, even though I couldn’t crack two eggs to save my life.
Otome chuckled. “No, but thank you. I appreciate your thoughtfulness.” And then she started to hum to herself. The tune was foreign to me, but it was quite pleasant to hear.
I leaned back in my seat, basking in her presence. She had her back turned to me, her hands busying between utensils and ingredients. The chopping of a knife on a wooden board was like an added backbeat to her humming.
She swayed left and right, moving around between one spot and another.
Naturally, that had the intended effect of making her curvy hips dance like a pendulum. My eyes were trained on her backside. It was wide, I noticed.
The fat was not saggy, instead, despite the weight, the cheeks stood perky, like a well-delivered middle finger to the law of physics. The modest clothes she was wearing were not modest at all — but only because she was the one wearing them.
With a body like that, it didn’t matter what she wore. And as nonsensical as the thought was, I was certain that she’d look sexy even in cardboard armor.
I stared, transfixed, at her ass. ‘The bigger, the better’, they said. Who? I didn’t know, but it was only normal, instinctual even, for a man to find big hips, tits, and butts appealing.
I wanted to plant my face in those mounds and sniff their natural scent.
I didn’t even know why…
Something about Otome triggered those weird thoughts. I was crushing on her, hard, and I couldn’t even be bothered to deny it. I was determined to keep everything clean, though. She was married. It was all a fleeting platonic attraction that would never ever see anything more than that.
“You’re a very sweet boy, Edwin.” Otome said, out of the blue. I flinched, my eyes guiltily tearing themselves away from the plump treat they had been feasting on. “I couldn’t have asked for a kinder boy to be our guest. I wish my husband was here. I’m sure you would have gotten along with him very well.”
“Ah… haha… thank you…” I rubbed the back of my head awkwardly. “And I think so too…”
My thoughts went back to the portraits on the wall. ‘Her husband is not in any of them…’ I wanted to ask her, but doing so felt like prying too much in her business. And while I might get an answer out of it, our relationship might sour a little bit as a result.
I still didn’t know Otome that well. Besides, it didn’t really matter. The day would come when her enigmatic husband would come back home, and everything would be clear then.
Otome unloosened the apron over her clothes. “Alright, breakfast is ready!” She announced, carrying all the plates and bowls over. Naturally, I stood up to help her, to which she offered a smile and a soft ‘thank you’.
We set the food on a traditional low-table. And even though the table wasn’t exactly wide, everything was precisely arranged in a way that didn’t look cluttered. I sat down on a cushion, with both legs tucked underneath me.
Otome did the same.
“Itadakimasu.”
“Itadakimasu.”
I still wasn’t used to Japanese etiquette. Politeness and respect were important facets of the society — not to mention their traditions. That was not to say that I wasn’t polite, but my mannerisms could be misinterpreted.
Thankfully, Otome took it on herself to prepare me. She also knew and expected that it’d take time for me to fully adapt to the new lifestyle. I appreciated her patience.
“You look like you’ve got a lot in your mind.”
Otome broke the silence with an easy-going smile.
“Umh…” I scratched my cheek. “... Just been t-thinking about how nice you’ve been to me.”
She tucked a chopstickful of meat in her mouth. Her mouth might have been full, but her eyes were definitely smiling at me. There was a sparkle in them, a glint only she knew the meaning of.
I averted my gaze, blushing a little.
“You’re welcome, Edwin.” She said once the food was chewed and swallowed. “It might be a temporary cohabitation, but we’re still family, aren’t we? It’s only natural that I help you.”
I didn’t know why her words had such an impact on me. But my eyes stung quite a bit. Still, I didn’t let the tears fall. Crying was lame. Crying because I was being overly emotional was even worse. “T-Thank you… it means a lot…”
She didn’t say anything, though she was watching me quite intently.
I felt naked under her gaze.
So, to distract myself, I continued eating. The food was simply marvelous. Otome wasn’t only beautiful and caring, but she was an extremely talented cook as well. She was top-quality wife material.
‘Whoever managed to snatch her up is one lucky bastard…’
I jammed a chopstickful of rice in my mouth as I stewed in my thoughts. I glimpsed at Otome, who was the epitome of grace, even when eating.
‘Seriously… look at her…’
Beautiful. Caring. Soft spoken and sweet. A woman of such caliber was a rare gem.
“Edwin.” Hearing my name coming out of those lips in a slightly accented voice was something I’ll never get used to. “I’m glad you like my food, though you should slow down, or you’ll choke.”
She chuckled, reaching a hand forward over my side of the table. I froze, stunned. “Here, let me get that for you.” Her slender fingers moved in a soft, downward swipe at the corner of my lips, where she skillfully plucked off a morsel of food.
I didn’t even register that sweet gesture. No. I was too busy staring at Otome’s massive, jiggling breasts. Due to her bent-over position, with one arm fully extended, her cleavage was completely exposed as a result.
The skin of her globes was creamy white — a healthy pale hue. And further down, the faint bulging of her nipples, which were also bigger than average, could be seen. The blood rushed to my head, the lower one.
I gulped, the taste of the food all but forgotten.
She pulled away, but her lingering scent stayed behind, and I greedily inhaled all of it. Otome glanced at the tiny scrap of meat on her finger before she tucked it into her mouth.
A blush flared across my cheeks.
‘Is she doing it on purpose?’
It was not the first time I found myself asking that. However, I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out why she would go out of her way to do so. As much as I wished it to be true, there was no way she was seducing me.
Maybe it was just a misinterpretation of some kind? It was a different culture, after all. A few guides and booklets didn’t make me an expert in Japanese customs and traditions.
I sneaked a glance at Otome, only to find that she had resumed eating.
Well, that was a bummer.
“Don’t dilly-dally, Edwin. You don’t want to be late for school, do you?” Otome queried as she stood up and began to clear up the table.
“N-No…” I said, scratching the back of my head.
“In that case go get changed. First impressions are important.”
I couldn’t deny that. My American highschool experience wasn’t exactly stellar.
Perhaps if I had made more impact, I would have been more popular.
I wiped my mouth with a napkin and excused myself.
As I made my way upstairs, I sneaked a glance at Otome. It didn’t matter the angle you stared at her from, she was gorgeous. An angel with heavy yet curvy proportions.
The wooden stairs under me creaked as I traipsed up.
I shook my head, hoping to rid myself of those sinful thoughts.
As I donned my uniform, I was quite struck by how it hugged my body. The rich, deep navy blue of the blazer was perfectly complemented by the gleaming silver trimmings, giving it an air of elegance and sophistication.
The pants were tailored to perfection, its earthly brown hue highlighting the blazer all the more. Even the shoes were incredible — they were both comfortable and stylish.
I looked professional, clean, and smart. All traits I didn’t possess. It made me remember the famous adage ‘Clothes maketh the man’. I wondered what Otome would think seeing me like that. I wasn’t exactly the most good-looking around, but I wasn’t bad either.
The moment I walked down, Otome was dutifully waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.
Her eyes flashed with approval. A smile bloomed on her face.
“You look good, Edwin. A proper boy.”
I preened under the praise. Even if she didn’t really mean it, hearing her compliment me was enough to make me happy.
She accompanied me to the main entrance.
However, right before I set off, she tapped my shoulder, demanding my attention.
“Edwin.”
I turned around, catching the smile on her face. She placed her hands on my shoulders and eased me into her embrace, knowingly or unknowingly burying my face between her massive breasts.
Their tantalizing aroma filled my nose. This was her scent. Otome’s scent. I tried to be sneaky with my constant sniffing — I didn’t want to pervert her good intentions.
A hug was supposed to be innocent, not a reason to lewd on her. However, when she suddenly leaned those plump lips of hers closer, I sort of short-circuited. Contact was made on my forehead, leaving a damp warmth on the skin.
God, she was making it so hard for me.
“Have a good day at school, hon.” She said, running her fingers through my messy locks. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
She was so sweet — sometimes a bit too much. I didn’t understand if she was giving me some kind of signal and hoping I’d pick up on it, or if she was just being… herself.
I didn’t want to pin my hopes on some easily ill-conceived theories.
“I will…” I replied, giving the exposed skin of her cleavage one last sniff before she released me. I wondered if she was aware of what I was doing. If she did, she didn’t seem to care.
With that being said, and with a parting wave of my hand, I headed out.
…
Integrating myself into my new class was not exactly easy, but everyone was understanding and nice to me. Compared to the education system back home, this one was considerably more rigid and cutthroat.
To me, who was still struggling to understand the language, it was a nightmare.
The only consolation was that, the moment the last bell rang out, I could go back home — back to Otome.
“I’m home!” I said as soon as I opened the door; Otome had given me a spare set of keys. I slipped out of my shoes before walking inside. Despite my loud greeting, no answer made its way back.
‘Odd…’
I shrugged and started to make my way to my room. The teacher didn’t assign me any homework, which was surprisingly kind of him. Then again, he knew that it would be pointless for me to do something I couldn’t understand.
Besides, my stay in Japan wasn’t permanent. I’d have to go back, at some point.
‘I wonder if Otome and I will keep in touch even then…’
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice it when a door further ahead opened, and a curvy figure walked out of the billowing steam that followed her. Bare feet tapped against the floor.
My eyes zoomed in on the familiar silhouette. Otome. A towel might have been wrapped around her towering mounds, but her exposed, creamy skin had a flushed sheen to it. The light, as dim as it was, seemed to reflect off of it.
I gulped as I drank in the sight of her bare legs, thick and soft-looking. Her hips, barely restrained by the tight fabric of the towel, still showed off their curves.
She wasn’t wearing her glasses. I had a full view of her unobstructed face. Her hair, dripping wet, fell over her cheeks, with a few bangs clinging to her forehead.
She strode forward, the delicious aroma of her body wash reaching me before she did. I retreated a bit, but she was faster. Otome stopped in front of me. My back was against the wall. Something in my lower area twitched, until it grew and boiled with the characteristic need for something only Otome had.
“Welcome back, dear.” She said, a warm smile fixed in place. “Did you have fun, hmm?”
“T-T-Thank you.” I had to look away. “And… it was quite the experience. Everyone was nice to me.”
“That’s lovely to hear!” She laughed a bit. The vibrations made her swollen breasts jiggle. The towel unloosened a bit, which gave me a deeper glimpse into the depths of her cleavage. ‘God, she’s sexy…’
Unfortunately, she might have caught me staring. “Oh… I’m sorry.” She said, pointing at her state of dress, or undress, in this case. “I guess I’m not used to having a man around the house.”
I tried to suppress the boiling urge, but it easily overwhelmed my defenses. All of that focused on a single point between my legs, making the otherwise loose fabric of my pants feel quite cramped. I shifted a bit, in a way that would hide the boner.
“I-It’s no problem…” I said, my eyes scampering left and right, trying to find something to focus on that was not Otome. If I looked her in the eyes, she would certainly pick up on the cues and figure out how much of a pervert I was.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Otome ran a hand through her still-wet hair. Then she walked past me. “You should go to rest, dear. I’m sure it has been a tiring day for you.”
The sounds of her footsteps faded behind me.
All that was left was a faint scent of her body wash.
I steadily made my way to my room. Since Otome was not there, I didn’t see the need to cover my erection. The crotch zone of my pants had a pitched tent. The strained urge to rub it was slowly overpowering me.
The door clicked open. I hastily closed it, threw my school bag in some corner, and flopped on the bed. Otome was right. I was exhausted.
Unfortunately, with Otome giving me an unintentional eyeful of her curves, ‘sleep’ was not the foremost priority in my lust-addled mind. In fact, I kept tossing and turning, unconsciously dry-humping the mattress underneath me.
I imagined that it was Otome. Her wide, soft butt.
“Fuck…”
The more I thought about her, the more uncontrollable the urge became. I knew that sleep would not come until I took care of the problem. Besides, I didn’t want to confront Otome while having to worry about a random boner.
With that excuse set in mind, I undid the belt and tugged my pants down, as if my life depended on it. My underwear went down next. The moment my bare hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft, I drew in a sharp gasp.
I bobbed the fist up and down, in a death grip. I was so horny that I was exerting an unhealthy amount of force into my hand. Up and down. My skin rolled, furled, unfurled, and wrinkled with my hasty movements.
The friction made the temperature skyrocket. I undressed Otome in my mind. I picked her clothes apart. I planted my face between her ass cheeks, inhaling their natural perfume. The things I did to her next were unspeakable.
I didn’t know what she looked like behind those strained clothes.
But I imagined massive breasts with likewise massive nipples. And a smooth, hairless slit between her legs.
My imagination developed to the point where each hump of my hips in my mindscape equaled a perfectly-timed jerk of my hand. I gritted my teeth, feeling my muscles tensing up.
My stomach contracted. A powerful, tingling sensation bubbled from the hilt of my cock up to the tip.
“YES!” I hissed as a bullet of cum shot up, followed by a more contained burst, and a third, more subdued one. It all splattered on my school uniform.
I panted, turning my head in the direction of the door. I heard a very faint ‘thump’ sound, though it could have been my imagination.
Taking a few seconds to make sure I didn't stain the bed, I sprung up to my feet and immediately opened the door.
No one was there.
I heaved a sigh of relief. The rush of euphoria had crested down. All that I was left with was guilt, for blaspheming the bed Otome had graciously offered me, and relief, that I wasn't caught in my depravity by the woman in question.
I looked down at my clothes. Blotches of sticky wetness riddled the bottom part. I ran my fingers over them, in a vain attempt to clean the worst of it."
'Great... I have to get changed...'
...
As morning came, I thought I'd be free of those hormonal urges of yesterday.
I was wrong.
Otome was like a walking aphrodisiac. Her presence. Her scent. Even her voice — it made me covet her more.
I had a painful erection throughout breakfast. I couldn't even enjoy the food.
The moment I had to set off for school, Otome, just like yesterday, approached me.
"Edwin, dear." She gave me a meaningful look — a very suggestive one, in fact. "You look tired..."
Of course I was. And a side of me was scared she knew why as well.
"Umh... it's fine..." I tried to dismiss her concerns with an awkward chuckle.
And then she wrapped her arms around me, crushing my face into her bosom. Her body odor bled into my nose, filling my head with very inappropriate images.
Images of yesterday, when she was in the hallway, clothed in a damp towel that did nothing to hide how voluptuous and sexy she was.
My cock twitched, and due to how close we were, its tip was trying to burrow into the crevice of Otome's thighs.
I wanted to hump her so badly that I felt like I was about to be driven insane.
Much to my disappointment, Otome pulled away — not before lingering a chaste kiss on my forehead.
I immediately tucked my hands over my crotch, to cover the bulge.
"Have a good day at school, dear. I'll be waiting for you." Otome said, in her soft, dulcet voice. Her heavy-lidded eyes added that mischievous touch to her seductive look.
I opened the door and walked out. When I looked back, Otome was still smiling at me. Somehow, her eyes flicked towards my clumsily-hidden erection.
It might have been a trick of the light, but I could swear her smile widened by a fraction."
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