Ch.048 My Ex-Colleague's Wife, Eri Kisaki
[~1500 Words]
‟My Black Stockings - Do You Like Them?" Eri whispered to him.
Takuya Fujiwara felt a cozy warmth around his ears and a tingling numbness in his heart. Every part of him was wide awake. He struggled to explain what he was feeling.
Kisaki Eri appeared determined to ignite his passion, even if it meant risking her own heart in the flames.
If they weren't in a garden, with people passing by from time to time, he would have enveloped her in his flames of passion and made love to Eri with reckless abandon.
How dare she seduce him? Takuya's reputation as a good man precedes him, as he never turns away from a girl's tender kindness.
"Eri," he said coldly, "If you keep teasing me like this, I might just have to take you right here and now."
Kisaki Eri extended her hand, her fingertips caressing him softly through the material of his pants.
Takuya's eyes widened in alarm; he could feel his cock raising accidentally. Her action was definitely provocative.
If he allowed Eri to remain unchallenged now and kept wielding her power, she would only grow more haughty in the days to come.
"Let´s go," she suggested suddenly, turning around and walking away. "There are too many people here; let's go for a walk before we check out the cinema."
Takuya was determined to teach Eri a lesson. Tease him gently, igniting the spark, slip away - Was she even considering his feelings or his little brother?
Eri gracefully turned her waist, placing her sunglasses upon her face and walked ahead, enchanting him with every step.
There's not much to enjoy at the park; it's mainly for couples and children.
Takuya took the initiative to lead Kisaki Eri into a nearby shopping mall. Everywhere he looked, there were various things, especially outfits.
He'd seize the chance to buy her some clothes and throw in a few suggestions. Unfortunately, there were too many people in the mall, which prevented him from doing so.
If there had been fewer people or no one at all in the clothing section, Takuya would have surely slipped into the changing room, eager to share whispers of the Cold Case files with the enchanting Kisaki Eri, pondering the fate of the two wrongdoers.
As they passed a pajama shop, a glint appeared in Takuya's eyes. He'd been sleeping at Eri's house for several days; her pajamas were rather ordinary.
Should she don these splendid new creations, he vowed that within a mere week, Eri would be left wanting - thirty pairs would hardly suffice for her elegance.
Eri stopped and looked in the direction Takuya was looking at. She reminisced about the pajamas that had succumbed to the heat of their intimate struggle at home; she could feel Takuya's desires.
Men always have these kinds of thoughts.
"Are you interested? If you are, I'll pick up more." he asked.
A warm breeze passed by and Takuya's ears felt red.
"Alright," she agreed, "Sounds good, get some."
As Takuya stepped into the mall, his heart raced with excitement as he sought out the softest pajamas, not for his own comfort, but to envelop Eri in warmth and affection.
"This smaller one looks good. Let's buy this one," he said.
"This black tulle design is old-fashioned in style. I suppose you can't sell it, so I'll purchase it for you."
"Who could say no to this beautiful pink? I picked it out just for you! "
The shop assistant was clearly aware of the man's character and knew Takuya's inner thoughts.
Everyone wanted to laugh but as waiters, they had to suppress their impulses.
Eri felt embarrassed by all the staring from the other staff members; her face turned red with shame. If she hadn't had her shades on, she might have felt too shy to stick around.
"Pay now and leave," she said quietly, not wanting Takuya to remain any longer and embarrass himself in front of so many people.
By the time they walked out of the pajama shop, Takuya's hands were loaded with bags.
"Let's put everything in the car first," he suggested. "Next, we'll head out for dinner or check out a movie."
"Alright," she agreed.
Takuya nodded, then walked side by side with Eri to the underground parking garage together.
Eri took the initiative to help Takuya open the trunk of his car.
"Let's go to the movies," she said.
In the cinema, Kisaki Eri held onto Fujiwara Takuya's shoulders and stood in front of a picture magazine displaying various movie posters.
There were many film posters on it - including animated movies like Godzilla and Kamen Rider. These are meant for kids; Takuya and Eri aren't into them, so they just tune them out.
"Takuya," she asked, resting her head on his shoulder, "what would you like to watch?"
She didn't care what movie they saw; she was just happy to be with him.
Takuya looked through the options one by one, disregarding cartoons and mystery films. He doesn't enjoy watching detective movies.
Unless he finds something better, he could give a mystery movie a shot. In the future, his actions could be turned into a movie or show to help his public image.
In the corner of the cinema, Takuya spotted a Restricted-Rated movie and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly upward.
He was surprised to discover such a great movie in theaters.
"Eri," he suggested, "let's watch this one."
Eri looked in the direction that Takuya indicated; she saw that the movie's title was rather strange.
The film was called "Wife's Stepmother."
Yet, as her gaze fell upon the subtle warning inscribed on the back, suggesting it was not meant for every heart, she instantly grasped the essence of the film.
It's pretty typical in this country. She used to sneakily buy DVDs and watch them by herself at home; she also got a bunch of little toys.
Just recently, she had gotten rid of those little toys.
"Okay," she agreed, her face turning red instantly from embarrassment. It took considerable courage to say so aloud.
In the past, she had always watched these educational films on her own. She used to fantasize about being with her husband while watching them.
Now Mouri Kogoro wasn't around anymore; she already had someone she loved by her side.
"Would you like to watch this movie?" asked the cinema staff member. "What kind of tickets would you prefer?"
"Get me 2 R- Rated movie Tickets," Takuya replied, choosing not to mention the movie's name aloud. The title was rather unpleasant and could easily cause misunderstandings among those around them.
"Very well," said the attendant. "Would you care for an intimate space? It is wholly enclosed; no one will be privy to your tastes or uncover your identities."
The staff member winked at Takuya, making a manly gesture that only he would understand why they needed to book such an expensive, secluded room for watching educational films.
Eri lowered her head, pretending it had nothing to do with her. She gently pulled on Takuya's hand, urging him to hurry up and make the purchase.
Takuya even had to make eye contact with others to buy such a ticket; did he really have no regard for his reputation?
"Provide us with the room that offers the best view," Takuya requested.
"Thank you for your patronage. The cost is five thousand yen."
It was indeed worthy of being the private room with the best view - at a price of five thousand yen, it was quite expensive and beyond the means of most ordinary people.
Fortunately, this private room wasn't bad; Takuya could do whatever he pleased there as long as no one took any photographs.
As they entered the room, Takuya inexplicably thought about his former colleague Mouri Kogoro.
What was the point of Mouri and Eri being together? The wife of a former colleague. Remove one word - watching a movie with your colleague's wife.
How would his colleague react if he found out?
He really wanted to invite Maori Kogoro over.
[That´s all for now.]