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Anonymous commented at 2018-08-22 08:55:28 » #2272678
Forced Rape Enforcement Room
this is third part for the saga of Itsuki and Hana:
gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4290628
gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4290630
gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4360658
Very, very long dialogue that needs to be translated. My summary via google translate:
Itsuki passed the previous challenge and then was tasked with arriving at an apartment in 20 minutes wearing an extremely skimpy sailor outfit and an electronic collar. She is instructed she must stay at that address for 720 hours (about a month) without leaving (the electronic collar will detect her presence there. The apartment is the disgusting living place of the rapist mentioned back in the post :
He apparently is not the person that set all of this up as he's surprised and angry that she is there. She tries to negotiate some kind of agreement but he just starts raping her.
So in order to get Hana the tattoo removal she needs, Itsuki must live with a disgusting rapist that she put in jail for 3 years.
Pretty mean stuff, even for Ronofu...
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Forced Rape Enforcement Room
this is third part for the saga of Itsuki and Hana:
gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4290628
gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4290630
gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4360658
Very, very long dialogue that needs to be translated. My summary via google translate:
Itsuki passed the previous challenge and then was tasked with arriving at an apartment in 20 minutes wearing an extremely skimpy sailor outfit and an electronic collar. She is instructed she must stay at that address for 720 hours (about a month) without leaving (the electronic collar will detect her presence there. The apartment is the disgusting living place of the rapist mentioned back in the post :
He apparently is not the person that set all of this up as he's surprised and angry that she is there. She tries to negotiate some kind of agreement but he just starts raping her.
So in order to get Hana the tattoo removal she needs, Itsuki must live with a disgusting rapist that she put in jail for 3 years.
Pretty mean stuff, even for Ronofu...
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barricadexjane commented at 2018-08-23 22:58:04 » #2273251
Yeesh, this one was kinda cruel even by the usual standards of these stories.
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Yeesh, this one was kinda cruel even by the usual standards of these stories.
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Anonymous commented at 2018-09-11 10:31:26 » #2279585
this is the short story leading to this outcome. Hoping for a translation:
ビーーーーーーーッ！
ブザーが鳴り、正面のモニターに｢挑戦を承認する。おめでとう。｣のメッセージとミッションの内容が表示される。器具による苛烈な性感責めに、イツキは自身の足を吊る紐の持ち手を握りしめ必死に意識を保ち、3時間を耐えきったのだ。
背後のマットにその身を下ろし、装着された器具を取り払う。
｢ん…っ！｣
吸引され続けた乳頭と陰核は赤く充血し、これまでになく突出していた。尿道も膣内、肛門も、もうそこにはない器具の感触が残って消えなかった。時間がたてば回復するのだろう。しかし全く元通りにはならなかもしれない。
長時間の連続絶頂地獄に晒された身体は疲弊しきっていたが同時にひとつの達成感もあった。ハナが背中にタトゥーを背負ってしまったあの日から、自分を情けなく思っていた。また今回も装置の責めに負けてチャンスを逃していたら自分を許せなくなるところだった。とは言え疲れた。このまま少し休みたい。しかしそうもいかなかった。モニターに表示されたルールの一行目に大きく
『今から20分以内に開始しなければ失格。』
と書かれタイマーも表示されていたからだ。
気力を振り絞り、イツキは身体を起し、モニターに表示されたルールに目を通す。内容は
『ここを出て正面に見えるマンション、○○○○(マンション名)の505号室を訪ねよ。集合インターフォンで呼び出すでもいいし着替えと一緒に用意されている偽造キーを集合インターフォンの鍵穴に差し込むことでエントランスのセキュリティを突破できるので部屋を直接訪問することもできる(偽造キーで解除できるのはエントランスのセキュリティのみ)。505号室にはベランダを含む部屋全体を感知範囲とするセンサーが設置されている。装着された首輪がこのセンサーに感知されたら開始。720時間感知を維持できればクリア。賞品である薬液が生野花の元へ送られる。途中で一度でも感知範囲を外れたら失格。用意された薬液は廃棄される。成否は首輪がセンサーに感知されるかされないかのみを判定材料としているのでそれ以外の行動に制限はない。尚、この事は部屋の住人には知らされていない。』
読みながら、イツキは考えた。警察に助けを求める方法もあるのではないか。しかし無関係な個人の住居内の事だ。警察の権限でどうにかなるものだろうか。しかも携帯端末が手元にないから通報するのにも時間を食うし事情の説明もしなければならない。それを20分弱で行い実際に動いてもらうのは時間的にも無理があるように思えた。むしろ警察が介入することで話が拗れるかもしれない。もしダメだった場合取り返しがつかないのだ。それに前回の時点で被害を届け出なかったのはハナが望まなかったからだ。世間から好奇の目で見られることと、結果的にハナを犠牲にして助かったイツキが非難されるかもしれないことを恐れたからだ。それを思うとやはり躊躇われた。何より全てを終えるまでハナに知られたくない。
(一ヶ月…)
大学は夏休みに入ったばかり。集中講義などを無視すれば50日強の長期休暇。
(ヤバいなバイトクビだわ…親は大丈夫だろうけどもし連絡取れなかったらハナ心配するだろうな…二人で立ててた予定も全部パァか…)
こんな事にならなければ迎えていたはずの日常。そして大切な親友。ほんの一時、思いを巡らせる。そして
｢よし…！｣
あらためて覚悟を固め立ち上がる。身体が重い。足腰には力がはいらず、小刻みに震えた。それでもやる。室内の隅に置いてある着替えの籠へとヨタヨタと歩みよる。
｢！ これ…あたしの…！｣
籠から持ち上げると、それはイツキが高校生の頃着ていた制服であるセーラー服だった。新しい物ではない。間違いなくイツキ本人の物。
ゴクリ…
覚悟をきめたイツキだったが一瞬不気味さににたじろいだ。しかし時間がない。もたもたしている暇はない。さっとスカートを履き上着に袖を通す。下着はない。靴を履き偽造キーを手に外へ。
今は何時なのか。辺りは暗くなっていた。振り返って今自分が出てきた建物を見るとそれは外からはただの古く小さい木造平屋の一軒家だった。そして説明にあったとおり、道を挟んだ正面にマンションが建っていた。名前も合っている。ここだ。道を渡って正面入り口へ。
エントランスに入ると自動ドアと集合インターフォンによるセキュリティに出会う。住人はここで自室の鍵を集合インターフォンにある鍵穴に差し込む事で自動ドアを開き入場するのだ。通常訪問者は集合インターフォンのテンキーを操作して部屋番号を入力し、住人を呼び出して部屋から自動ドアを開く操作をしてもらい招き入れてもらう。
今イツキには両方の選択肢があるわけだが、偽造キーを使うことにした。一刻も早く目的の部屋に入室しなければならないからだ。インターフォン越しに説得するより直接会ってとにかく中に入れてもらう。説得はそれからでもできる。ドアをくぐるとエレベーターへ。階段もあるが部屋は５階だ。今のイツキにはきつい。
そうしてすぐに目的の505号室前へ。角部屋だ。ドアの横に出前の皿が積まれている。見たところ全く洗われていない食べ散らかしたそのままだ。まだ見ぬ住人の印象に若干の影が差す。
ドキドキドキドキ
…うまく説得できるだろうか。時間はあとどれくらい残っているのだろうか。緊張から鼓動が高鳴る。一行動毎に覚悟が求められる。
ピンポーン
思い切って呼び鈴を鳴らす。しかし一時待ってもシンとして何の反応もない。
ピンポーン
もう一度。…同様。
ドンドンドンドンッ！ピンポピンポピンポーン！
｢すいませーん！お願いですから出てきて下さい！すいませーん！｣
業を煮やし連続で呼び鈴を鳴らしドアを叩きながら呼びかける。
(頼むから出てくれ…！)
時間がない。すがる思いで必死に呼びかけ続けていると
ガチャガチャ
｢！｣
ドアから音。鍵を開けているらしき音だ。そして
｢っせぇな！｣
下品な声と共に開かれる。
(よし！後はなんとか上がり込んで… ！！！)
喜んだのも束の間。中から現れた男を見て、イツキは驚愕する。背中に寒気が走り全身に汗が噴き出す。
身長180cm以上はある贅肉をまとっただらしのない巨体。不潔な無精髭、ボサボサの黒光りした髪、飛び出た鼻毛、黄色い歯。フケだらけのメガネ、その奥にのぞくこちらに視線を向けた腫れぼったい目。そこに立っていた30代中盤のネズミ色のスウェットを着た汚らしい男は忘れもしない、忘れられるはずもない、高校二年の春の衣替えしたばかりのある日の事、下校途中の通学路でイツキはスタンガンで襲われレイプされそうになった。ハナが駆けつけてくれなければ犯されていた。あのときの男だ。強姦未遂で逮捕されたあの男だ。
｢誰だこんな時間に… ！！ お、お前！｣
男もすぐに気付く。
｢あ…あ…！｣
予想もしていなかった望まぬ再会。今足が震えるのは疲れのせいだけでは無い。イツキは無意識に一歩後ずさりしていた。
｢稲土樹…！ お前らのせいで俺は3年間もあんな所に… 絶対ゆるさねぇ！｣
(!!?)
男の怒鳴り。イツキは訳が分からなかった。強姦未遂容疑で逮捕、起訴された男は裁判にかけられ、それはある理由からすぐに結審し、懲役3年の実刑にかけられた。そして刑期を終えた今は出所してここに住んでいる。それはわかる。だがお前らのせい？
｢お前がおとなしく犯られてさえいれば捕まる必要なんか無かったのに！しかもいきなり後ろから殴りつけやがって気絶してる間に警察を…！そうだ花！生野花！あいつだ俺を殴ったのは！あのクソ女ふざけんな！｣
(こいつ…！)
自分勝手な言い分をわめき散らす男。それにイツキの中で恐れより怒りの感情の方が大きくなってくる。
(…ふざけんな…ふざけんな！？こっちのセリフだ！3年も刑務所にいて全く反省してないどころか逆恨み！？殺してやりたい…！)
己の欲望から人を傷つけ、罰を受けて尚全く反省の色がない男。イツキの怒りは爆発しそうだった。
｢大体お前なんでここ知ってんだ。何しに来やがった！？｣
(！)
そう、イツキがここに来た理由。それは自分を傷つけた男へ仕返しをするためでは無い。どんなに理不尽に思っても今この男の機嫌を損ねるわけにはいかないのだ。
(…動揺して我を忘れるところだった。冷静になるんだ、冷静に…)
イツキはフーッと息を吐き、湧き上がる怒りを静め、握りしめた拳から力を抜いた。そして
｢……あの時は…すいませんでした…!｣
取り入るのだ、この碌でもない性根の腐った男に。『ハナの為だ』そう自分に言い聞かせ、イツキは屈辱的な謝罪を絞り出した。
｢…それでお話ししたい事があるんです。中に入れて貰えませんか｣
「あ～？おはなしぃ～？」
憤慨した様子の男だったが改めてイツキの格好に目をやる。全身を隈無く視線で舐め上げその態度を変える。
「…いいぜ上がれよ」
男に招かれ、なんとか室内へと足を踏み入れる事に成功した。これで設置された装置に感知されミッションをスタートした筈だ。今から720時間、約一ヶ月の間この状態を維持しなければならない。玄関から入ってまず廊下、横に洗面所やトイレ、収納のドア、奥にリビングであろう部屋のドアが見える。普通の1Rマンションの一室。間取り的にはもう一人分くらい余裕で許容してくれそうだがゴミや洗濯物で散らかっている。この最低な男とこの不潔な空間で生活を共にするなど身の毛がよだつ思いだがそれを実現する為の理由付けに思考を巡らせながら男に続いて廊下を進む。
(…住人に事情を説明して協力を頼むのも手だと思っていたけど、住人がこいつだと分かった今それは絶対に無しだ)
男は二人に、特にハナに恨みを持っている。そのハナを助けることに協力などする筈が無い。事情を話したところでそれを弱みに付け込んでくるだろう。最悪クリア目前でここを追い出されぶち壊されるかもしれない。
(う…)
通されたリビングは廊下で想像した異常の惨状だった。積まれた通販の箱、即席麺のカップやピザの箱やお菓子の袋缶やペットボトルなど食べ物のゴミや大量の丸まったティッシュ、洗ってるのか洗ってないのかごちゃ混ぜに衣類。これらが床にもテーブルにもベッドにも所選ばず散らばっており、エアコンが効いているのに独特の嫌な臭いが籠っている。それだけではない、特に気持ち悪く感じたのは一緒に部屋中に散らばったアダルト関連。変態的な下着を着け開脚したリアルなダッチワイフ、様々なオナホとその箱、ローション。パソコン画面では巨乳の女性が四つん這いで男性のものをしゃぶりながら後ろからガンガン突かれていた。仮にも女性を招いているというのに男は気にする様子もなくドカッとベッドに腰掛ける。
「適当に座れよ」
(適当って…)
脚の踏み場もない。また足下をよく見ると埃と砂利のような何かの食べカス、髪の毛、おそらくすね毛だと思われる短い毛、そして縮れ毛。これが床一面に広がっているのだろう。とりあえず腰掛けられる程度にその辺を脚で掻き分け正座する。
「それで？話ってなんだよ」
「はい、あの…あの時の事は申し訳なく思っていて、それでもし良かったら…」
「おい！」
話の途中で男が遮る。
「なんだその態度は。それが人に謝る時の姿勢か？土下座だろ土下座ぁ！」
(! こいつ…！人が下手に出ていれば…！)
ここは冷静にならなければならないところだがイツキの表情に怒りの色が滲み出ていた。
「なんだよ文句あんのか。お前が話があるっつうからわざわざ部屋に上げて聞いてやってるっつうのに。文句あるなら帰れや！」
「う…！」
そう言われると困ってしまう。部屋に足を踏み入れた今もし追い出されるようなことがあれば全て終わりだ。男は頭のいい方ではないが何も考えていない訳でもなかった。男はイツキ達二人を恨んでいるが、強姦未遂の被害者であるイツキが加害者である男に謝罪にくることが変であることは分かっていた。だからこそ立場を構う事無く強気に振る舞う。
「…失礼しました」
イツキはゴミと埃と男の体毛だらけの汚らしい床に手をついた。
「ん～？土下座ってそんなんだっけ～？頭たかくな～い？」
わざと癇に障るように煽っていく。男は体格も良く一度襲って組み伏せている経験もあってイツキが何かして来てもねじ伏せる自信があった。それは不意打ちだったからこそ成功したものであるというのに。
「すいませんでした」
手で触れているのも鳥肌ものの床。イツキはそこに額をつけて憎き男に謝罪する。男からは見えないがその目には涙が滲んでいた。あまりに理不尽で屈辱的。
「それで？良かったらなんだって？そのまま話せ」
「…はい、それでもし良かったらしばらく住み込みで身の回りのお世話をさせて貰えませんか？この部屋も大分散らかってるし役に立てると思います」
イツキが短時間のうちになんとか捻り出した理由付け、お詫びに住み込みの家政婦になるというもの。生活費はPCを借りればどうにでもなるだろうが外出できないのでゴミを出しにも買い物にもいけない。そういう問題はあるがそれは一旦脇に置き、姑息だがとにかくこの場はこの部屋に居ることの了承を取り後はその場その場で誤魔化していく。その腹づもりだった。
「世話ね。ふーん、いいぜ。世話してもらおうか」
快諾する男。
(やった…！ハナ…あたし頑張るから、少しだけ待ってて…！)
「ありがとうございます…！掃除でも洗濯でも… ！！！」
ひとつの条件をクリアして一安心のイツキだったが顔を上げて目の前にあったのはスウェットのパンツの上から飛び出した血管を浮きだたせてギンギンにいきり立つ巨大な男根。一気に血の気が引く。
イツキの様子を見ながら考えていた男だったのだが
(…少なくとも俺を殺しに来たとかじゃねぇような…何かの罠？意味分からん。とりあえずこいつの服…ああああ見てるとムラムラくる！)
３年前のあの日、もう後一息というところで犯しそこねたメス、それが時を経て同じセーラー服を纏って目の前に居る。この男の辛抱が長く続く訳がないのだ。次の瞬間、男はイツキに襲いかかり、ゴミの中に押し倒していた。
「ちょっ、ダメ！そういうの無し！」
「世話するって言っただろ！世話しろよ下の世話だ！」
「家事！家事の事だよ！そんなつもりじゃない！」
「家事なんかいらねぇんだよ！お前おとなしくレイプされなかったのを謝りに来たんだろ！償いはセックスに決まってんだろーが！」
「ちがっ 違う！」
「何が違うだこんな格好で来といて… ！ やっぱり！ノーブラ…ノーパンじゃねーか！」
「や…！やめっ」
イツキの体をまさぐる男。
「しかもなんだこの濡れ具合…！体中ビンビンじゃねーか！」
スカートに手を突っ込み割れ目に指を潜らせる。服の上から胸をもみしだきツンと浮き出た乳首を摘む。
「こんな格好で乳首浮きだたせて来やがってそんなつもりじゃないなんて通用するかよ！お前は俺とセックスする為に来たんだ！俺に犯されに来たんだ！」
「うっ…この…！」
その男の手を、伸しかかる男の体を、イツキは振り払う事が出来ない。イツキには浅からず空手をやっていた経験がある。通常であればいくら体格が良いと言っても運動不足の肥満体などに不意打ちでもされなければ負けたりしない。だが今は長時間の苛烈な性感責めの直後で疲弊し立って歩くのもフラフラだったのだ。大の男を振り払う力など無い。
「ひひ こんだけ濡れてんだ。前戯はいらねぇよな」
もう我慢できないと先走り汁で糸を引いた男の男自身が、先ほどまでの性感責めで濡れそぼったイツキの女陰に押し当てられる。
「い、嫌だ…やめ、やめろ！やめてぇ！！」
抵抗するイツキだがその力は弱々しい。意に介する事無く男は腰を突き出し、そしてイツキの奥へと分け入ってくる。
ヌプププププッ！
「ああぁぁああいやあぁあああ！！！」
用意されたセーラー服を見たとき気持ちの悪い怖気を感じた。簡単に済む筈がないことは最初からわかっていたが特別に嫌なものを感じた。だけどまさかこのセーラー服でこの男の前に差し出されるなんて。この男と再会した瞬間から、こうなることは避けられなかったんだろう。それでも続けたのは覚悟からではない、ただ気づかないフリをしただけだ。自分は３年前のあの日をやり直さしさせられている。ここはあの日の通学路の脇の茂みだ。ゴミの中で体に伸しかかり鼻息荒く腰を振る醜く汚らしい男に激しく突き込まれながらイツキはそう感じていた。ただひとつ違うのは、どんなに泣き叫ぼうともハナが助けに来てくれる事は絶対にないのだ…
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一方どこかのある部屋。壁に設置された大画面モニター、そこには男に犯されるイツキの様子が音声付きで映し出されていた。
「うっううっ… ごめん… ごめんねイッちゃん…」
その映像を前に一人の女が泣き崩れていた。
つづく。
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this is the short story leading to this outcome. Hoping for a translation:
ビーーーーーーーッ！
ブザーが鳴り、正面のモニターに｢挑戦を承認する。おめでとう。｣のメッセージとミッションの内容が表示される。器具による苛烈な性感責めに、イツキは自身の足を吊る紐の持ち手を握りしめ必死に意識を保ち、3時間を耐えきったのだ。
背後のマットにその身を下ろし、装着された器具を取り払う。
｢ん…っ！｣
吸引され続けた乳頭と陰核は赤く充血し、これまでになく突出していた。尿道も膣内、肛門も、もうそこにはない器具の感触が残って消えなかった。時間がたてば回復するのだろう。しかし全く元通りにはならなかもしれない。
長時間の連続絶頂地獄に晒された身体は疲弊しきっていたが同時にひとつの達成感もあった。ハナが背中にタトゥーを背負ってしまったあの日から、自分を情けなく思っていた。また今回も装置の責めに負けてチャンスを逃していたら自分を許せなくなるところだった。とは言え疲れた。このまま少し休みたい。しかしそうもいかなかった。モニターに表示されたルールの一行目に大きく
『今から20分以内に開始しなければ失格。』
と書かれタイマーも表示されていたからだ。
気力を振り絞り、イツキは身体を起し、モニターに表示されたルールに目を通す。内容は
『ここを出て正面に見えるマンション、○○○○(マンション名)の505号室を訪ねよ。集合インターフォンで呼び出すでもいいし着替えと一緒に用意されている偽造キーを集合インターフォンの鍵穴に差し込むことでエントランスのセキュリティを突破できるので部屋を直接訪問することもできる(偽造キーで解除できるのはエントランスのセキュリティのみ)。505号室にはベランダを含む部屋全体を感知範囲とするセンサーが設置されている。装着された首輪がこのセンサーに感知されたら開始。720時間感知を維持できればクリア。賞品である薬液が生野花の元へ送られる。途中で一度でも感知範囲を外れたら失格。用意された薬液は廃棄される。成否は首輪がセンサーに感知されるかされないかのみを判定材料としているのでそれ以外の行動に制限はない。尚、この事は部屋の住人には知らされていない。』
読みながら、イツキは考えた。警察に助けを求める方法もあるのではないか。しかし無関係な個人の住居内の事だ。警察の権限でどうにかなるものだろうか。しかも携帯端末が手元にないから通報するのにも時間を食うし事情の説明もしなければならない。それを20分弱で行い実際に動いてもらうのは時間的にも無理があるように思えた。むしろ警察が介入することで話が拗れるかもしれない。もしダメだった場合取り返しがつかないのだ。それに前回の時点で被害を届け出なかったのはハナが望まなかったからだ。世間から好奇の目で見られることと、結果的にハナを犠牲にして助かったイツキが非難されるかもしれないことを恐れたからだ。それを思うとやはり躊躇われた。何より全てを終えるまでハナに知られたくない。
(一ヶ月…)
大学は夏休みに入ったばかり。集中講義などを無視すれば50日強の長期休暇。
(ヤバいなバイトクビだわ…親は大丈夫だろうけどもし連絡取れなかったらハナ心配するだろうな…二人で立ててた予定も全部パァか…)
こんな事にならなければ迎えていたはずの日常。そして大切な親友。ほんの一時、思いを巡らせる。そして
｢よし…！｣
あらためて覚悟を固め立ち上がる。身体が重い。足腰には力がはいらず、小刻みに震えた。それでもやる。室内の隅に置いてある着替えの籠へとヨタヨタと歩みよる。
｢！ これ…あたしの…！｣
籠から持ち上げると、それはイツキが高校生の頃着ていた制服であるセーラー服だった。新しい物ではない。間違いなくイツキ本人の物。
ゴクリ…
覚悟をきめたイツキだったが一瞬不気味さににたじろいだ。しかし時間がない。もたもたしている暇はない。さっとスカートを履き上着に袖を通す。下着はない。靴を履き偽造キーを手に外へ。
今は何時なのか。辺りは暗くなっていた。振り返って今自分が出てきた建物を見るとそれは外からはただの古く小さい木造平屋の一軒家だった。そして説明にあったとおり、道を挟んだ正面にマンションが建っていた。名前も合っている。ここだ。道を渡って正面入り口へ。
エントランスに入ると自動ドアと集合インターフォンによるセキュリティに出会う。住人はここで自室の鍵を集合インターフォンにある鍵穴に差し込む事で自動ドアを開き入場するのだ。通常訪問者は集合インターフォンのテンキーを操作して部屋番号を入力し、住人を呼び出して部屋から自動ドアを開く操作をしてもらい招き入れてもらう。
今イツキには両方の選択肢があるわけだが、偽造キーを使うことにした。一刻も早く目的の部屋に入室しなければならないからだ。インターフォン越しに説得するより直接会ってとにかく中に入れてもらう。説得はそれからでもできる。ドアをくぐるとエレベーターへ。階段もあるが部屋は５階だ。今のイツキにはきつい。
そうしてすぐに目的の505号室前へ。角部屋だ。ドアの横に出前の皿が積まれている。見たところ全く洗われていない食べ散らかしたそのままだ。まだ見ぬ住人の印象に若干の影が差す。
ドキドキドキドキ
…うまく説得できるだろうか。時間はあとどれくらい残っているのだろうか。緊張から鼓動が高鳴る。一行動毎に覚悟が求められる。
ピンポーン
思い切って呼び鈴を鳴らす。しかし一時待ってもシンとして何の反応もない。
ピンポーン
もう一度。…同様。
ドンドンドンドンッ！ピンポピンポピンポーン！
｢すいませーん！お願いですから出てきて下さい！すいませーん！｣
業を煮やし連続で呼び鈴を鳴らしドアを叩きながら呼びかける。
(頼むから出てくれ…！)
時間がない。すがる思いで必死に呼びかけ続けていると
ガチャガチャ
｢！｣
ドアから音。鍵を開けているらしき音だ。そして
｢っせぇな！｣
下品な声と共に開かれる。
(よし！後はなんとか上がり込んで… ！！！)
喜んだのも束の間。中から現れた男を見て、イツキは驚愕する。背中に寒気が走り全身に汗が噴き出す。
身長180cm以上はある贅肉をまとっただらしのない巨体。不潔な無精髭、ボサボサの黒光りした髪、飛び出た鼻毛、黄色い歯。フケだらけのメガネ、その奥にのぞくこちらに視線を向けた腫れぼったい目。そこに立っていた30代中盤のネズミ色のスウェットを着た汚らしい男は忘れもしない、忘れられるはずもない、高校二年の春の衣替えしたばかりのある日の事、下校途中の通学路でイツキはスタンガンで襲われレイプされそうになった。ハナが駆けつけてくれなければ犯されていた。あのときの男だ。強姦未遂で逮捕されたあの男だ。
｢誰だこんな時間に… ！！ お、お前！｣
男もすぐに気付く。
｢あ…あ…！｣
予想もしていなかった望まぬ再会。今足が震えるのは疲れのせいだけでは無い。イツキは無意識に一歩後ずさりしていた。
｢稲土樹…！ お前らのせいで俺は3年間もあんな所に… 絶対ゆるさねぇ！｣
(!!?)
男の怒鳴り。イツキは訳が分からなかった。強姦未遂容疑で逮捕、起訴された男は裁判にかけられ、それはある理由からすぐに結審し、懲役3年の実刑にかけられた。そして刑期を終えた今は出所してここに住んでいる。それはわかる。だがお前らのせい？
｢お前がおとなしく犯られてさえいれば捕まる必要なんか無かったのに！しかもいきなり後ろから殴りつけやがって気絶してる間に警察を…！そうだ花！生野花！あいつだ俺を殴ったのは！あのクソ女ふざけんな！｣
(こいつ…！)
自分勝手な言い分をわめき散らす男。それにイツキの中で恐れより怒りの感情の方が大きくなってくる。
(…ふざけんな…ふざけんな！？こっちのセリフだ！3年も刑務所にいて全く反省してないどころか逆恨み！？殺してやりたい…！)
己の欲望から人を傷つけ、罰を受けて尚全く反省の色がない男。イツキの怒りは爆発しそうだった。
｢大体お前なんでここ知ってんだ。何しに来やがった！？｣
(！)
そう、イツキがここに来た理由。それは自分を傷つけた男へ仕返しをするためでは無い。どんなに理不尽に思っても今この男の機嫌を損ねるわけにはいかないのだ。
(…動揺して我を忘れるところだった。冷静になるんだ、冷静に…)
イツキはフーッと息を吐き、湧き上がる怒りを静め、握りしめた拳から力を抜いた。そして
｢……あの時は…すいませんでした…!｣
取り入るのだ、この碌でもない性根の腐った男に。『ハナの為だ』そう自分に言い聞かせ、イツキは屈辱的な謝罪を絞り出した。
｢…それでお話ししたい事があるんです。中に入れて貰えませんか｣
「あ～？おはなしぃ～？」
憤慨した様子の男だったが改めてイツキの格好に目をやる。全身を隈無く視線で舐め上げその態度を変える。
「…いいぜ上がれよ」
男に招かれ、なんとか室内へと足を踏み入れる事に成功した。これで設置された装置に感知されミッションをスタートした筈だ。今から720時間、約一ヶ月の間この状態を維持しなければならない。玄関から入ってまず廊下、横に洗面所やトイレ、収納のドア、奥にリビングであろう部屋のドアが見える。普通の1Rマンションの一室。間取り的にはもう一人分くらい余裕で許容してくれそうだがゴミや洗濯物で散らかっている。この最低な男とこの不潔な空間で生活を共にするなど身の毛がよだつ思いだがそれを実現する為の理由付けに思考を巡らせながら男に続いて廊下を進む。
(…住人に事情を説明して協力を頼むのも手だと思っていたけど、住人がこいつだと分かった今それは絶対に無しだ)
男は二人に、特にハナに恨みを持っている。そのハナを助けることに協力などする筈が無い。事情を話したところでそれを弱みに付け込んでくるだろう。最悪クリア目前でここを追い出されぶち壊されるかもしれない。
(う…)
通されたリビングは廊下で想像した異常の惨状だった。積まれた通販の箱、即席麺のカップやピザの箱やお菓子の袋缶やペットボトルなど食べ物のゴミや大量の丸まったティッシュ、洗ってるのか洗ってないのかごちゃ混ぜに衣類。これらが床にもテーブルにもベッドにも所選ばず散らばっており、エアコンが効いているのに独特の嫌な臭いが籠っている。それだけではない、特に気持ち悪く感じたのは一緒に部屋中に散らばったアダルト関連。変態的な下着を着け開脚したリアルなダッチワイフ、様々なオナホとその箱、ローション。パソコン画面では巨乳の女性が四つん這いで男性のものをしゃぶりながら後ろからガンガン突かれていた。仮にも女性を招いているというのに男は気にする様子もなくドカッとベッドに腰掛ける。
「適当に座れよ」
(適当って…)
脚の踏み場もない。また足下をよく見ると埃と砂利のような何かの食べカス、髪の毛、おそらくすね毛だと思われる短い毛、そして縮れ毛。これが床一面に広がっているのだろう。とりあえず腰掛けられる程度にその辺を脚で掻き分け正座する。
「それで？話ってなんだよ」
「はい、あの…あの時の事は申し訳なく思っていて、それでもし良かったら…」
「おい！」
話の途中で男が遮る。
「なんだその態度は。それが人に謝る時の姿勢か？土下座だろ土下座ぁ！」
(! こいつ…！人が下手に出ていれば…！)
ここは冷静にならなければならないところだがイツキの表情に怒りの色が滲み出ていた。
「なんだよ文句あんのか。お前が話があるっつうからわざわざ部屋に上げて聞いてやってるっつうのに。文句あるなら帰れや！」
「う…！」
そう言われると困ってしまう。部屋に足を踏み入れた今もし追い出されるようなことがあれば全て終わりだ。男は頭のいい方ではないが何も考えていない訳でもなかった。男はイツキ達二人を恨んでいるが、強姦未遂の被害者であるイツキが加害者である男に謝罪にくることが変であることは分かっていた。だからこそ立場を構う事無く強気に振る舞う。
「…失礼しました」
イツキはゴミと埃と男の体毛だらけの汚らしい床に手をついた。
「ん～？土下座ってそんなんだっけ～？頭たかくな～い？」
わざと癇に障るように煽っていく。男は体格も良く一度襲って組み伏せている経験もあってイツキが何かして来てもねじ伏せる自信があった。それは不意打ちだったからこそ成功したものであるというのに。
「すいませんでした」
手で触れているのも鳥肌ものの床。イツキはそこに額をつけて憎き男に謝罪する。男からは見えないがその目には涙が滲んでいた。あまりに理不尽で屈辱的。
「それで？良かったらなんだって？そのまま話せ」
「…はい、それでもし良かったらしばらく住み込みで身の回りのお世話をさせて貰えませんか？この部屋も大分散らかってるし役に立てると思います」
イツキが短時間のうちになんとか捻り出した理由付け、お詫びに住み込みの家政婦になるというもの。生活費はPCを借りればどうにでもなるだろうが外出できないのでゴミを出しにも買い物にもいけない。そういう問題はあるがそれは一旦脇に置き、姑息だがとにかくこの場はこの部屋に居ることの了承を取り後はその場その場で誤魔化していく。その腹づもりだった。
「世話ね。ふーん、いいぜ。世話してもらおうか」
快諾する男。
(やった…！ハナ…あたし頑張るから、少しだけ待ってて…！)
「ありがとうございます…！掃除でも洗濯でも… ！！！」
ひとつの条件をクリアして一安心のイツキだったが顔を上げて目の前にあったのはスウェットのパンツの上から飛び出した血管を浮きだたせてギンギンにいきり立つ巨大な男根。一気に血の気が引く。
イツキの様子を見ながら考えていた男だったのだが
(…少なくとも俺を殺しに来たとかじゃねぇような…何かの罠？意味分からん。とりあえずこいつの服…ああああ見てるとムラムラくる！)
３年前のあの日、もう後一息というところで犯しそこねたメス、それが時を経て同じセーラー服を纏って目の前に居る。この男の辛抱が長く続く訳がないのだ。次の瞬間、男はイツキに襲いかかり、ゴミの中に押し倒していた。
「ちょっ、ダメ！そういうの無し！」
「世話するって言っただろ！世話しろよ下の世話だ！」
「家事！家事の事だよ！そんなつもりじゃない！」
「家事なんかいらねぇんだよ！お前おとなしくレイプされなかったのを謝りに来たんだろ！償いはセックスに決まってんだろーが！」
「ちがっ 違う！」
「何が違うだこんな格好で来といて… ！ やっぱり！ノーブラ…ノーパンじゃねーか！」
「や…！やめっ」
イツキの体をまさぐる男。
「しかもなんだこの濡れ具合…！体中ビンビンじゃねーか！」
スカートに手を突っ込み割れ目に指を潜らせる。服の上から胸をもみしだきツンと浮き出た乳首を摘む。
「こんな格好で乳首浮きだたせて来やがってそんなつもりじゃないなんて通用するかよ！お前は俺とセックスする為に来たんだ！俺に犯されに来たんだ！」
「うっ…この…！」
その男の手を、伸しかかる男の体を、イツキは振り払う事が出来ない。イツキには浅からず空手をやっていた経験がある。通常であればいくら体格が良いと言っても運動不足の肥満体などに不意打ちでもされなければ負けたりしない。だが今は長時間の苛烈な性感責めの直後で疲弊し立って歩くのもフラフラだったのだ。大の男を振り払う力など無い。
「ひひ こんだけ濡れてんだ。前戯はいらねぇよな」
もう我慢できないと先走り汁で糸を引いた男の男自身が、先ほどまでの性感責めで濡れそぼったイツキの女陰に押し当てられる。
「い、嫌だ…やめ、やめろ！やめてぇ！！」
抵抗するイツキだがその力は弱々しい。意に介する事無く男は腰を突き出し、そしてイツキの奥へと分け入ってくる。
ヌプププププッ！
「ああぁぁああいやあぁあああ！！！」
用意されたセーラー服を見たとき気持ちの悪い怖気を感じた。簡単に済む筈がないことは最初からわかっていたが特別に嫌なものを感じた。だけどまさかこのセーラー服でこの男の前に差し出されるなんて。この男と再会した瞬間から、こうなることは避けられなかったんだろう。それでも続けたのは覚悟からではない、ただ気づかないフリをしただけだ。自分は３年前のあの日をやり直さしさせられている。ここはあの日の通学路の脇の茂みだ。ゴミの中で体に伸しかかり鼻息荒く腰を振る醜く汚らしい男に激しく突き込まれながらイツキはそう感じていた。ただひとつ違うのは、どんなに泣き叫ぼうともハナが助けに来てくれる事は絶対にないのだ…
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一方どこかのある部屋。壁に設置された大画面モニター、そこには男に犯されるイツキの様子が音声付きで映し出されていた。
「うっううっ… ごめん… ごめんねイッちゃん…」
その映像を前に一人の女が泣き崩れていた。
つづく。
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Mikewifi commented at 2018-12-29 08:11:36 » #2318496
I've finally fully translated the short story. You can also read it at pastebin.com/chgvTEFa for some easier formatting than the comment section of a post. Here it is:
The Bushes of That Day
*Bzzzzt*!
The buzzer rang, and the monitor in front of her read "Challenge complete. Congratulations." Itsuki, while holding on to the handles running through her feet and desperately trying to stay conscious, had managed to endure the devices' intense sexual attacks.
She lay back on the mat behind her and began removing the devices.
[Hngh!]
Her clitoris and nipples, which had been sucked on continuously, were inflamed and stuck out further than ever before. She could still feel the effects of the devices that were no longer there in her urethra, vagina and anus. It would probably resolve itself given some time. However, she might never recover completely.
Her body had been completely exhausted by being exposed to the continuous orgasm hell for so long, but at the same time, she felt a slight sense of accomplishment. Ever since the day Hana had gotten that tattoo imprinted on her back, Itsuki had felt miserable. If she had let this chance slip by losing to the machine's torture, she'd never have forgiven herself. Nonetheless, she was exhausted. She wanted to rest there for a little bit. However, that wouldn't be possible, because the first line of the rules shown on the monitor read: "If you do not start within twenty minutes, you will be disqualified." in large letters, with a timer next to it.
Summoning some energy, Itsuki sat up and looked over the rules displayed on the monitor. Its contents were: "Leave this place and visit room 505 of the condo across the street. You can contact the resident through the intercom, but there is also a counterfeit key prepared for you along with your change of clothes. You can use it to bypass the security and visit the room directly. (The counterfeit key only unlocks the entrance to the condo, no the entrance to the room.) Sensors have been installed in the entire room, including the veranda. The predicament starts once the device in your collar comes within range of these sensors. If you can stay within the range of the sensors for 720 hours, you win. The chemical liquid will be delivered to Hana Ikuno's doorstep as a prize. If, in the middle, you leave the sensors' range even once, you will be disqualified, and the chemical liquid will be discarded. Whether you succeed or fail depends entirely on whether you stay within range of the sensors. Outside of that requirement, your movements are not limited. However, the owner of the room doesn't know about any of this."
While reading, Itsuki was deep in thought. Surely there had to be a way to contact the police for help. Even if this concerned some unrelated person's home, the police might be able to help in some way. However, she didn't have her phone on hand, so reporting to the authorities would take time, and she'd have to explain the circumstances, too. There was no way she would be able to do all that in less than twenty minutes. Furthermore, if the police got involved, the situation might even get worse. If things turned out badly, there'd be no second chances. The reason she hadn't reported anything last time was because Hana didn't want her to. She was scared that people might take interest in her, and would condemn Itsuki for sacrificing Hana for her own sake. Considering this, Itsuki hesitated. Whatever the case, Hana couldn't know about any of this before it was over.
"One month..."
Summer vacation had just started. Ignoring intensive lectures, she had an uninterrupted vacation of fifty days.
"I'll definitely get fired from my part-time job... My parents won't notice, but Hana will probably get worried if I can't contact her... We won't be able to do all that stuff we planned for, either."
If all of this hadn't happened, they'd have been spending their vacation meeting up like they usually do. For a moment, she thought of her dear friend. And then
"Alright...!"
Itsuki hardened her resolve and stood up. Her body felt heavy, and she could barely move her legs, shaking as she rose up. Even so, she had to keep going. She staggered over to the box in the corner of the room containing her change of clothes.
"This! This... is my...!"
She lifted the garment up. It was the sailor suit school uniform she had worn in high school. It wasn't new. Without a doubt, this was her own.
"Gulp..."
Despite her renewed resolve, Itsuki froze for a moment, in shock. But there was no time. She couldn't be dawdling like this. She donned her skirt and put her arms through the uniform's sleeves. There were no undergarments of any kind. She put on her shoes, took the counterfeit key, and headed outside.
What time was it? The surroundings were getting dark. She turned around and looked at the building she just left. From outside, it looked like a run-of-the-mill wooden house. Just like the explanation had said, across the street stood a condimonium. The name matched, too. This was the place. She crossed the street and went up to the entrance.
Once inside, she came across a security system consisting of an intercom and an automatic door. This is where the residents could use their key on the intercom to open the automatic door. Normally, visitors would enter the room number into the intercom to call over a resident to open the door for them and let them in. Right now, Itsuki had both those options available to her, but she decided to use the counterfeit key. She had to get to the room as soon as possible. Rather than explain everything via the intercom, it would be better to meet the resident directly and ask them to let her inside. She could explain things from there. She passed through the door and went into the elevator. There were stairs, too, but the room was on the fourth floor. She couldn't make that in the state she was in right now.
Soon, she was standing in front of room 505. It was on the corner of the building. Delivery trays were piled up next to the door. They looked like they were discarded without being washed immediately after having been eaten from. Her impression of the resident got a bit less hopeful.
Badump. Badump. Badump. Badump.
Would she even be able to properly explain the situation? How much time was left? Her heartbeat rose from nervousness. She gathered her resolve.
Ding dong.
She rang the doorbell resolutely. However, after a moment, there was no reply whatsoever.
Ding dong.
Once more. Same result.
Bang bang bang bang! Ding dong ding dong ding dong!
"Excuse me! Could you please open the door? Hello?"
She yelled as she banged on the door and repeatedly rang the bell, losing her temper.
"(I'm begging you, open up...!)"
There was no time. She desperately continued calling out, when suddenly...
Rattle rattle
"!"
A sound came from the door. It sounded like a lock being opened. Then...
"You're so fucking loud!"
A man with a particularly vulgar mouth came out.
"(Alright! Now I just have to get inside!)"
Itsuki's relief was shortlived. She looked at the man who had appeared from inside, and was shocked. A chill ran down her spine and her whole body broke out in a sweat.
The man stood at 180cm tall, and his large, slovenly frame was adorned with excess flabs of skin. His teeth were yellow, and his dishevelled black hair shone with grease above his dirty, unshaven face. His puffy eyes turned to look at her from behind glasses covered in dandruff. How could she ever forget the face of that 36-year-old man standing in front of her in a dark-grey sweater. That time in second grade, when someone attacked her with a stungun and tried to rape her on her way home from school. If it hadn't been for Hana running over to her, she would have been raped by that man. This was that man. The man who had attempted to sexually assault her.
"Do you even know what time it is? Who is th-...! Y-You!"
The man had realised it, as well.
"Ah... Ah...!"
She hadn't been prepared for this bitter reunion. Her legs weren't just shaking from exhaustion anymore. Itsuki unconsciously took a step back.
"Itsuki Inatsuchi! Thanks to you, I spent three years in that wretched place... I'll never forgive you!"
(!!?)
Itsuki didn't understand why the man was yelling at her. He had been arrested for attempted sexual assault, and went to court. His trial ended quickly, and he was sentenced to three years in jail. Then, when he had done his time, he was released and was now living here. That much, she understood. But what did he mean by "thanks to you"?
"If you had just quietly let me rape you, I wouldn't have gotten caught! But then someone struck me from behind, and while I was unconscious, they called the police! I remember, it was Hana Ikuno! She's the one who struck me! That bitch, what the fuck is up with her!?"
(This guy...)
The man was ranting on and on with his egotistical complaints. Rather than being afraid, Itsuki felt a growing feeling of rage.
(What the fuck is up with her? I should be asking you that! Three years in prison, and rather than feeling remorse, you're holding a grudge against us? I'll fucking kill you...!)
This man had hurt others and didn't even show an ounce of remorse, even after being punished for it. Itsuki seemed about ready to explode with rage.
"How'd you even know I live here in the first place? Why did you come here!?"
(!)
Itsuki suddenly remembered why she came here. It wasn't to get revenge on the man who had hurt her. No matter how irrational it seemed, she couldn't afford to get on this guy's nerves.
(...I almost lost control over myself right there. Be cool, Itsuki. Be cool...)
Itsuki took a deep breath, calmed her seething rage, and loosened her clenched fists. Then...
"...I'm very sorry... about what happened back then...!"
She had to butter up to this worthless, rotten man. "Do it for Hana", she told herself as she forced herself to give a humiliating apology.
"...and there's something I'd like to talk to you about. May I please come in?"
"Huh~? Talk to me~?"
The man gave off an indignant look and looked at Itsuki once more. His gaze leered at every nook and cranny of her body, and his attitude changed.
"...Fine, come in."
With the man's invitation, she'd succeeded in stepping foot inside the room. This meant that the device had now noticed her presence, and her predicament had started. She'd have to stay here 720 minutes. In other words, nearly an entire month. She entered through the front door into the hallway. To the sides were the doors to the toilet, the bathroom, and a closet. In front of her was a room that lead to what she figured was the living room. It looked like a run-of-the-mill 1-room apartment. It looked like there was enough space for another person to live here, but the room was littered with unwashed clothes and trash. The thought of having to live with this terrible man in this filthy living space made her hair stand on end. However, remembering her reason for coming here in the first place, she followed the man through the corridor.
(...I figured I'd be able to explain the situation to the resident and ask them for help, but now that I now that this guy is the homeowner, that's right out.)
This man had a grudge against them. Against Hana, especially. There was no way he was going to help her save Hana. If she told him the circumstances, he'd definitely take advantage of it. He might even sabotage her by throwing her out just as she was about to clear the challenge.
(Guh...)
The living room was even worse than she'd imagined it to be back in the hallway. It was littered with empty boxes, improvised cups, pizza boxes, sweets wrappers, empty cans and bottles, and bunches of used tissues everywhere. Jumbles of washed and unwashed clothing were strewn everywhere. Garbage lay everywhere. On the floor, the table, and even the bed. The airconditioner was on, but the room still reeked unpleasantly. As if that wasn't bad enough, adult goods lay strewn around the room. A sex doll with her legs spread, wearing erotic underwear. Various fleshlights and the boxes they came in, together with lube. The screen of his computer featured a woman with big breasts on all fours, sucking on one man's penis while being pounded from behind by another. The man didn't seem to mind any of this, and he loudly plumped down on the bed. "Have a seat."
(So you say, but...)
There wasn't even room for her to stand. When she looked at the floor more closely, it seemed to be covered in food remains, hairs, shorter hairs that she guessed were leg hairs, and curly hairs. The entire floor was covered in this stuff. For now, she swept away some filth with her foot and squatted down.
"So? What did you wanna talk about?"
"Yes, I'm- I'm very sorry about what happened back then, and if it's alright with you-"
"Hey!"
The man interrupted her.
"I don't like your attitude. Is that how you usually apologise to people? You're supposed to get down on all fours!"
(! This asshole...! Putting me down while I'm already apologising...!)
Right now, Itsuki needed to stay calm above all else. Even so, her facial expression darkened with rage.
"Got any complaints? After I was nice enough to let you into my house and listen to what you have to say. If you have any complaints, why doncha just go home!"
"Ugh...!"
Itsuki began to worry. If she was driven out of the house now, it'd be game over. The man didn't seem very smart, but there was no way he wasn't suspicious by now. There was no way he didn't realise that it was weird that the girl he had attempted to rape had come to visit her assailant. So she decided to keep entertaining him.
"...Forgive me."
Itsuki put her hands on the floor covered in dust, trash and the man's hairs.
"Hmmm? You call that 'on all fours'? Isn't your head still a little high?"
He was taunting her. The man had already restrained Itsuki once before, and figured that even if she tried something funny, he could hold her down. Even though the last time he did so, it had succeeded because it was a surprise attack.
"I'm very sorry."
Just touching the floor with her hands gave her goosebumps. Itsuki placed her forehead on the floor and apologised to the man. The man couldn't see it, but tears were forming in her eyes. This was just too humiliating.
"Now then, 'if it's alright with me' what? Go on."
"...Yes. If it's alright with you, may I live with you and take care of your apartment? This room is quite messy, and I think I could be of use."
Itsuki had had to think of a reason to stay here relatively quickly, so she suggested to live here while working as a maid. If she could borrow his PC, she could probably take care of his living expenses, but seeing as she couldn't go outside, she couldn't take out the trash or shop for groceries. There were several problems, but she put those aside for the moment. She could figure them out after she got permission to stay here. That was her plan.
"Take care of me, huh? Hmmm, alright. I'll let you take care of me."
The man consented.
(I did it...! Hana... I'll do my best, so wait just a bit longer...!)
"Thank you very much...! I'll clean up, and take care of the laundry...!!!"
Itsuki's face lit up at having cleared her first roadblock. When she looked up, however, she was greeted by a veiny, erect penis bulging out of the man's sweatpants, right in front of her face. Her face immediately went pale.
While looking at Itsuki, the man thought:
(...It looks like she at least didn't come here to kill me... Is this some kind of trap? I don't get it. Right now, though, this girl's clothes... aaaaaahhh, they're turning me on so much!)
The bitch he came so close to raping three years ago was, after all these years, standing right in front of him again, in the same outfit. How could the man possibly resist? In the next moment, he rushed Itsuki and pushed her down into the filth-covered floor.
"Wait, no! Not like this!"
"You said you'd take care of me, didn't you? Then take care of my lower half!"
"Housework! I meant housework! Not this stuff!"
"I don't need a housekeeper! You came to apologise for not letting me rape you, right? Then make up for it with sex!"
"No, that's not what I meant!"
"What do you mean 'that's not what I meant'? Look at the clothes you showed up in... I knew it! You're not even wearing any underwear!"
"Sto- stop!"
The man groped Itsuki's body.
"But you're so wet! Your whole body is begging for it!"
The man put his hand into her skirt, and dipped his fingers into her pussy. His hands groped her breasts over the fabric of her clothes, and he quickly pinched her erect nipples.
"Are you still gonna try to convince me that you didn't come here to be raped now that your nipples are getting stiff while I'm groping you? You came here to have sex with me! You came to be raped by me!"
"Uuuh... You...!"
Itsuki could not get the man off of her. She had several years of experience in karate. Normally, she would never lose to such an obese, untrained man, not even in a surprise attack. But right now, she was so exhausted by the sexual torture she had had to endure, she couldn't even walk straight. She didn't have the strength to fight off a grown man.
"Hihi, already wet from just this? Guess we don't need any foreplay."
No longer able to resist, the man pushed his dick, leaking a strand of precum, into Itsuki's pussy, which was still dripping wet from the sexual torture she had endured.
"N-no... St-stop it! Stop!!"
Itsuki resisted, but she was too weak. Not paying any mind to her resistance, the man pushed his hips forward, and entered deep into Itsuki's insides.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
"Aaaaaaaah! Noooooooo!!!"
She'd felt a certain dread when she first saw the school uniform. She knew that none of this would be easy, but she still felt particularly frightened by it. But to think that she actually had to present herself to this man in that outfit. From the moment she reunited with the man, this outcome was unavoidable. But the reason she still continued wasn't because of her resolve. It was just because she had pretended not to notice it. She was being forced to redo the events that transpired all those years ago, in the bushes of a side-street on her way back from school. Itsuki realised this as the disgusting man's hips were wildly swinging against hers as he roughly fucked her. The only difference was that no matter how much she cried and screamed, Hana wouldn't come to rescue her...
Meanwhile, in a certain room somewhere else, a large monitor installed in the wall showed Itsuki being raped by the man, complete with sound.
"Uuuuuuh... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Itsuki..."
Sitting in front of that screen was a lone, crying girl.
To be continued.
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I've finally fully translated the short story. You can also read it at pastebin.com/chgvTEFa for some easier formatting than the comment section of a post. Here it is:
The Bushes of That Day
*Bzzzzt*!
The buzzer rang, and the monitor in front of her read "Challenge complete. Congratulations." Itsuki, while holding on to the handles running through her feet and desperately trying to stay conscious, had managed to endure the devices' intense sexual attacks.
She lay back on the mat behind her and began removing the devices.
[Hngh!]
Her clitoris and nipples, which had been sucked on continuously, were inflamed and stuck out further than ever before. She could still feel the effects of the devices that were no longer there in her urethra, vagina and anus. It would probably resolve itself given some time. However, she might never recover completely.
Her body had been completely exhausted by being exposed to the continuous orgasm hell for so long, but at the same time, she felt a slight sense of accomplishment. Ever since the day Hana had gotten that tattoo imprinted on her back, Itsuki had felt miserable. If she had let this chance slip by losing to the machine's torture, she'd never have forgiven herself. Nonetheless, she was exhausted. She wanted to rest there for a little bit. However, that wouldn't be possible, because the first line of the rules shown on the monitor read: "If you do not start within twenty minutes, you will be disqualified." in large letters, with a timer next to it.
Summoning some energy, Itsuki sat up and looked over the rules displayed on the monitor. Its contents were: "Leave this place and visit room 505 of the condo across the street. You can contact the resident through the intercom, but there is also a counterfeit key prepared for you along with your change of clothes. You can use it to bypass the security and visit the room directly. (The counterfeit key only unlocks the entrance to the condo, no the entrance to the room.) Sensors have been installed in the entire room, including the veranda. The predicament starts once the device in your collar comes within range of these sensors. If you can stay within the range of the sensors for 720 hours, you win. The chemical liquid will be delivered to Hana Ikuno's doorstep as a prize. If, in the middle, you leave the sensors' range even once, you will be disqualified, and the chemical liquid will be discarded. Whether you succeed or fail depends entirely on whether you stay within range of the sensors. Outside of that requirement, your movements are not limited. However, the owner of the room doesn't know about any of this."
While reading, Itsuki was deep in thought. Surely there had to be a way to contact the police for help. Even if this concerned some unrelated person's home, the police might be able to help in some way. However, she didn't have her phone on hand, so reporting to the authorities would take time, and she'd have to explain the circumstances, too. There was no way she would be able to do all that in less than twenty minutes. Furthermore, if the police got involved, the situation might even get worse. If things turned out badly, there'd be no second chances. The reason she hadn't reported anything last time was because Hana didn't want her to. She was scared that people might take interest in her, and would condemn Itsuki for sacrificing Hana for her own sake. Considering this, Itsuki hesitated. Whatever the case, Hana couldn't know about any of this before it was over.
"One month..."
Summer vacation had just started. Ignoring intensive lectures, she had an uninterrupted vacation of fifty days.
"I'll definitely get fired from my part-time job... My parents won't notice, but Hana will probably get worried if I can't contact her... We won't be able to do all that stuff we planned for, either."
If all of this hadn't happened, they'd have been spending their vacation meeting up like they usually do. For a moment, she thought of her dear friend. And then
"Alright...!"
Itsuki hardened her resolve and stood up. Her body felt heavy, and she could barely move her legs, shaking as she rose up. Even so, she had to keep going. She staggered over to the box in the corner of the room containing her change of clothes.
"This! This... is my...!"
She lifted the garment up. It was the sailor suit school uniform she had worn in high school. It wasn't new. Without a doubt, this was her own.
"Gulp..."
Despite her renewed resolve, Itsuki froze for a moment, in shock. But there was no time. She couldn't be dawdling like this. She donned her skirt and put her arms through the uniform's sleeves. There were no undergarments of any kind. She put on her shoes, took the counterfeit key, and headed outside.
What time was it? The surroundings were getting dark. She turned around and looked at the building she just left. From outside, it looked like a run-of-the-mill wooden house. Just like the explanation had said, across the street stood a condimonium. The name matched, too. This was the place. She crossed the street and went up to the entrance.
Once inside, she came across a security system consisting of an intercom and an automatic door. This is where the residents could use their key on the intercom to open the automatic door. Normally, visitors would enter the room number into the intercom to call over a resident to open the door for them and let them in. Right now, Itsuki had both those options available to her, but she decided to use the counterfeit key. She had to get to the room as soon as possible. Rather than explain everything via the intercom, it would be better to meet the resident directly and ask them to let her inside. She could explain things from there. She passed through the door and went into the elevator. There were stairs, too, but the room was on the fourth floor. She couldn't make that in the state she was in right now.
Soon, she was standing in front of room 505. It was on the corner of the building. Delivery trays were piled up next to the door. They looked like they were discarded without being washed immediately after having been eaten from. Her impression of the resident got a bit less hopeful.
Badump. Badump. Badump. Badump.
Would she even be able to properly explain the situation? How much time was left? Her heartbeat rose from nervousness. She gathered her resolve.
Ding dong.
She rang the doorbell resolutely. However, after a moment, there was no reply whatsoever.
Ding dong.
Once more. Same result.
Bang bang bang bang! Ding dong ding dong ding dong!
"Excuse me! Could you please open the door? Hello?"
She yelled as she banged on the door and repeatedly rang the bell, losing her temper.
"(I'm begging you, open up...!)"
There was no time. She desperately continued calling out, when suddenly...
Rattle rattle
"!"
A sound came from the door. It sounded like a lock being opened. Then...
"You're so fucking loud!"
A man with a particularly vulgar mouth came out.
"(Alright! Now I just have to get inside!)"
Itsuki's relief was shortlived. She looked at the man who had appeared from inside, and was shocked. A chill ran down her spine and her whole body broke out in a sweat.
The man stood at 180cm tall, and his large, slovenly frame was adorned with excess flabs of skin. His teeth were yellow, and his dishevelled black hair shone with grease above his dirty, unshaven face. His puffy eyes turned to look at her from behind glasses covered in dandruff. How could she ever forget the face of that 36-year-old man standing in front of her in a dark-grey sweater. That time in second grade, when someone attacked her with a stungun and tried to rape her on her way home from school. If it hadn't been for Hana running over to her, she would have been raped by that man. This was that man. The man who had attempted to sexually assault her.
"Do you even know what time it is? Who is th-...! Y-You!"
The man had realised it, as well.
"Ah... Ah...!"
She hadn't been prepared for this bitter reunion. Her legs weren't just shaking from exhaustion anymore. Itsuki unconsciously took a step back.
"Itsuki Inatsuchi! Thanks to you, I spent three years in that wretched place... I'll never forgive you!"
(!!?)
Itsuki didn't understand why the man was yelling at her. He had been arrested for attempted sexual assault, and went to court. His trial ended quickly, and he was sentenced to three years in jail. Then, when he had done his time, he was released and was now living here. That much, she understood. But what did he mean by "thanks to you"?
"If you had just quietly let me rape you, I wouldn't have gotten caught! But then someone struck me from behind, and while I was unconscious, they called the police! I remember, it was Hana Ikuno! She's the one who struck me! That bitch, what the fuck is up with her!?"
(This guy...)
The man was ranting on and on with his egotistical complaints. Rather than being afraid, Itsuki felt a growing feeling of rage.
(What the fuck is up with her? I should be asking you that! Three years in prison, and rather than feeling remorse, you're holding a grudge against us? I'll fucking kill you...!)
This man had hurt others and didn't even show an ounce of remorse, even after being punished for it. Itsuki seemed about ready to explode with rage.
"How'd you even know I live here in the first place? Why did you come here!?"
(!)
Itsuki suddenly remembered why she came here. It wasn't to get revenge on the man who had hurt her. No matter how irrational it seemed, she couldn't afford to get on this guy's nerves.
(...I almost lost control over myself right there. Be cool, Itsuki. Be cool...)
Itsuki took a deep breath, calmed her seething rage, and loosened her clenched fists. Then...
"...I'm very sorry... about what happened back then...!"
She had to butter up to this worthless, rotten man. "Do it for Hana", she told herself as she forced herself to give a humiliating apology.
"...and there's something I'd like to talk to you about. May I please come in?"
"Huh~? Talk to me~?"
The man gave off an indignant look and looked at Itsuki once more. His gaze leered at every nook and cranny of her body, and his attitude changed.
"...Fine, come in."
With the man's invitation, she'd succeeded in stepping foot inside the room. This meant that the device had now noticed her presence, and her predicament had started. She'd have to stay here 720 minutes. In other words, nearly an entire month. She entered through the front door into the hallway. To the sides were the doors to the toilet, the bathroom, and a closet. In front of her was a room that lead to what she figured was the living room. It looked like a run-of-the-mill 1-room apartment. It looked like there was enough space for another person to live here, but the room was littered with unwashed clothes and trash. The thought of having to live with this terrible man in this filthy living space made her hair stand on end. However, remembering her reason for coming here in the first place, she followed the man through the corridor.
(...I figured I'd be able to explain the situation to the resident and ask them for help, but now that I now that this guy is the homeowner, that's right out.)
This man had a grudge against them. Against Hana, especially. There was no way he was going to help her save Hana. If she told him the circumstances, he'd definitely take advantage of it. He might even sabotage her by throwing her out just as she was about to clear the challenge.
(Guh...)
The living room was even worse than she'd imagined it to be back in the hallway. It was littered with empty boxes, improvised cups, pizza boxes, sweets wrappers, empty cans and bottles, and bunches of used tissues everywhere. Jumbles of washed and unwashed clothing were strewn everywhere. Garbage lay everywhere. On the floor, the table, and even the bed. The airconditioner was on, but the room still reeked unpleasantly. As if that wasn't bad enough, adult goods lay strewn around the room. A sex doll with her legs spread, wearing erotic underwear. Various fleshlights and the boxes they came in, together with lube. The screen of his computer featured a woman with big breasts on all fours, sucking on one man's penis while being pounded from behind by another. The man didn't seem to mind any of this, and he loudly plumped down on the bed. "Have a seat."
(So you say, but...)
There wasn't even room for her to stand. When she looked at the floor more closely, it seemed to be covered in food remains, hairs, shorter hairs that she guessed were leg hairs, and curly hairs. The entire floor was covered in this stuff. For now, she swept away some filth with her foot and squatted down.
"So? What did you wanna talk about?"
"Yes, I'm- I'm very sorry about what happened back then, and if it's alright with you-"
"Hey!"
The man interrupted her.
"I don't like your attitude. Is that how you usually apologise to people? You're supposed to get down on all fours!"
(! This asshole...! Putting me down while I'm already apologising...!)
Right now, Itsuki needed to stay calm above all else. Even so, her facial expression darkened with rage.
"Got any complaints? After I was nice enough to let you into my house and listen to what you have to say. If you have any complaints, why doncha just go home!"
"Ugh...!"
Itsuki began to worry. If she was driven out of the house now, it'd be game over. The man didn't seem very smart, but there was no way he wasn't suspicious by now. There was no way he didn't realise that it was weird that the girl he had attempted to rape had come to visit her assailant. So she decided to keep entertaining him.
"...Forgive me."
Itsuki put her hands on the floor covered in dust, trash and the man's hairs.
"Hmmm? You call that 'on all fours'? Isn't your head still a little high?"
He was taunting her. The man had already restrained Itsuki once before, and figured that even if she tried something funny, he could hold her down. Even though the last time he did so, it had succeeded because it was a surprise attack.
"I'm very sorry."
Just touching the floor with her hands gave her goosebumps. Itsuki placed her forehead on the floor and apologised to the man. The man couldn't see it, but tears were forming in her eyes. This was just too humiliating.
"Now then, 'if it's alright with me' what? Go on."
"...Yes. If it's alright with you, may I live with you and take care of your apartment? This room is quite messy, and I think I could be of use."
Itsuki had had to think of a reason to stay here relatively quickly, so she suggested to live here while working as a maid. If she could borrow his PC, she could probably take care of his living expenses, but seeing as she couldn't go outside, she couldn't take out the trash or shop for groceries. There were several problems, but she put those aside for the moment. She could figure them out after she got permission to stay here. That was her plan.
"Take care of me, huh? Hmmm, alright. I'll let you take care of me."
The man consented.
(I did it...! Hana... I'll do my best, so wait just a bit longer...!)
"Thank you very much...! I'll clean up, and take care of the laundry...!!!"
Itsuki's face lit up at having cleared her first roadblock. When she looked up, however, she was greeted by a veiny, erect penis bulging out of the man's sweatpants, right in front of her face. Her face immediately went pale.
While looking at Itsuki, the man thought:
(...It looks like she at least didn't come here to kill me... Is this some kind of trap? I don't get it. Right now, though, this girl's clothes... aaaaaahhh, they're turning me on so much!)
The bitch he came so close to raping three years ago was, after all these years, standing right in front of him again, in the same outfit. How could the man possibly resist? In the next moment, he rushed Itsuki and pushed her down into the filth-covered floor.
"Wait, no! Not like this!"
"You said you'd take care of me, didn't you? Then take care of my lower half!"
"Housework! I meant housework! Not this stuff!"
"I don't need a housekeeper! You came to apologise for not letting me rape you, right? Then make up for it with sex!"
"No, that's not what I meant!"
"What do you mean 'that's not what I meant'? Look at the clothes you showed up in... I knew it! You're not even wearing any underwear!"
"Sto- stop!"
The man groped Itsuki's body.
"But you're so wet! Your whole body is begging for it!"
The man put his hand into her skirt, and dipped his fingers into her pussy. His hands groped her breasts over the fabric of her clothes, and he quickly pinched her erect nipples.
"Are you still gonna try to convince me that you didn't come here to be raped now that your nipples are getting stiff while I'm groping you? You came here to have sex with me! You came to be raped by me!"
"Uuuh... You...!"
Itsuki could not get the man off of her. She had several years of experience in karate. Normally, she would never lose to such an obese, untrained man, not even in a surprise attack. But right now, she was so exhausted by the sexual torture she had had to endure, she couldn't even walk straight. She didn't have the strength to fight off a grown man.
"Hihi, already wet from just this? Guess we don't need any foreplay."
No longer able to resist, the man pushed his dick, leaking a strand of precum, into Itsuki's pussy, which was still dripping wet from the sexual torture she had endured.
"N-no... St-stop it! Stop!!"
Itsuki resisted, but she was too weak. Not paying any mind to her resistance, the man pushed his hips forward, and entered deep into Itsuki's insides.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
"Aaaaaaaah! Noooooooo!!!"
She'd felt a certain dread when she first saw the school uniform. She knew that none of this would be easy, but she still felt particularly frightened by it. But to think that she actually had to present herself to this man in that outfit. From the moment she reunited with the man, this outcome was unavoidable. But the reason she still continued wasn't because of her resolve. It was just because she had pretended not to notice it. She was being forced to redo the events that transpired all those years ago, in the bushes of a side-street on her way back from school. Itsuki realised this as the disgusting man's hips were wildly swinging against hers as he roughly fucked her. The only difference was that no matter how much she cried and screamed, Hana wouldn't come to rescue her...
Meanwhile, in a certain room somewhere else, a large monitor installed in the wall showed Itsuki being raped by the man, complete with sound.
"Uuuuuuh... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Itsuki..."
Sitting in front of that screen was a lone, crying girl.
To be continued.
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