“H-Hikari’s pussy… is for Riichi-san’s cock only!”
“That’s right, isn’t it? This weak, weak pussy belongs to me only, right?”
Riichi-san said this gleefully and started moving even faster.
“Wait, ahhh… ahhh!!”
“Ah, damn, you’re clenching… I’m about to cum.”
“No, get out! Ah!”
Riichi-san gripped my hips, not letting me escape. He rubbed the growing mass against my vaginal walls again and again.
Thump.
“I came inside you, didn’t I?”
“Why?! You promised me!!”
“Ultimately, it’s your fault for breaking your promise, isn’t it? …I waited for so long. I won’t let you escape ever again.”
After that, I was held until I passed out. When I woke up, I was in Riichi-san’s apartment.
For a while after that, I was in a state of so-called house arrest. After eating dinner with Riichi-san, I would be immediately ravaged.
(The shine in my hair is incredible.)
I was now taking a bath with Riichi-san. This was also part of the routine. After he washed my hair for me, I checked my hair’s shine in the bathroom mirror. It was clearly better than before. As a hair care fanatic, I was happy, but I also felt a bit conflicted.
“Your hair is shiny, right? From now on, I’ll take care of you, from the tips of your toes to your hair, so it will always be shiny. You’re happy about that, aren’t you?”
“…”
Our eyes met in the mirror. I looked away and didn’t answer.
“If you try to run away, I’ll leak all the footage I took at the salon onto the internet.”
It seemed like Riichi-san didn’t care about my answer. He kissed my hair. What he was saying was the worst, but his appearance was like a scene from a movie.
Riichi’s Side
“Hikari, I love you.”
Looking at my beloved, who was sleeping as if exhausted on the bed, I was finally able to say what was truly in my heart.
(Even this hair, every single strand, belongs to me.)
I stroked Hikari’s now even shinier hair and recognized my own arrogance once again.
Honestly, until this age, I thought I was a calm, free person who wasn’t tied down by anything. Girls that people called “unattainable beauties” were always my girlfriends, and it was a given that people would be attracted to me.
And yet, ever since I met the girl in front of me, who is three years younger, my inner calm has been completely thrown off.
“Riichi-san, do you know about this hair oil? It smells nice and makes your hair really smooth.”
Hikari-chan showed me her phone screen and brought up the topic while I was applying the hair dye.
Hikari-chan was a regular college student. She had been coming to this salon long before I started working here, and she was genuinely knowledgeable about hair care.
“Ah, that’s a popular hair oil in the US, right? It’s not on sale in Japan yet, is it? Did you import it yourself?”
“As expected, Riichi-san, you knew! Yes, I did. A foreign influencer I like posted it on social media, and I was curious. I ended up buying it for a shipping fee that was about twice as expensive as the hair oil itself.”
Hikari-chan said this with a big smile. Just then, I saw a private chat message pop up on her phone from a guy.
“Is that your boyfriend?”
“Eh? Oh, this person? He’s a friend from university. Six of us, including him, are going to an amusement park soon. I think this is about that.”
“Oh, I see. Hikari-chan, you’re so cheerful; I bet you have a lot of friends.”
“Hmm, I think I’m just normal, though.”
Hikari-chan said this as if she genuinely believed it.
(You’re not normal. Everyone’s mood brightens every time you smile. …So don’t smile.)
I’ve been feeling strange lately. I had started to have these distorted feelings for a girl who was just a regular customer, whose private life I only knew about from our conversations at the salon.
“Oh yeah, Riichi-san, you’re becoming a stylist next month, right! Congratulations!”
“Ah, you knew. That’s what I’d expect. …Thank you.”
I was so happy that Hikari-chan was congratulating me that I almost let my expression soften, but I managed to hold back.
“Of course! I’ve been a regular here since it opened! I check the SNS all the time. It’s amazing that you’re becoming a stylist in just six months.”
“Well, I worked hard.”
“You’re being modest! Riichi-san is so handsome, I bet it’ll be hard to get an appointment once you debut as a stylist. Even if that happens, you’ll still give me hair advice, right, Hikari?”
“Handsome.” “Amazing.” I thought I was tired of hearing those words. But when they came from Hikari-chan’s mouth, my heart leaped.
“Hey, when I become a stylist, will you let me take some photos for my Instagram promotion?”
I mustered up my courage and asked Hikari-chan.
“Yes, of course! It’s a promise!”
Hikari-chan held up her pinky finger to make a promise. Her playful gesture was so cute that I couldn’t help but let my cheeks soften. I made a pinky promise with her, which was out of character for me.
[New Reservation: November 1st, 6 PM, Izumi Hikari]
I saw the new reservation and was reminded of the distorted feelings I had almost forgotten.
A year and a half had passed since that day, and Hikari-chan never showed up again.
On the first of every month, I would check for her reservation and feel disappointed. After repeating this for a while, I even stopped checking to spare myself the pain.
I had gone independent and thought I would never see her again, but then, she reappeared.
“Excuse me~ I had an appointment for 6 PM.”
At the time of the reservation, the person who came in was Hikari-chan, with longer hair and more mature makeup than before.
“It really is Hikari-chan.”
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