I twirl around my twenty-eighth helping of beer before chugging it down like a madman. I set the glass on my table and quickly pull up my face mask.
Don't be mistaken. Japan is not under a pandemic or anything, at least not anymore. The harsh reality is, I can't bring myself to walk outside my apartment wearing my face in public. Not that there's anything necessarily wrong with my face, but wearing a mask simply allows me to fully emote my depression without people seeing two-thirds of my face.
Also, what sense would it be to have a penname and have your face exposed in events like this?
To keep up with my mysterious author persona, I wear a custom-made mask featuring my chibi mascot, along with a dark pair of sunglasses. I also throw on a pair of shorts and a bright, orange jacket to complete the "Nagatoro look." For tonight's formal event, I have on a t-shirt with the printed graphic of a tux. The classiest of all shirts. As for my normal attire, I have one more face mask in my pocket; simply, an all-black mask to wear out when restocking beer and noodles (and also picking up eroges).
Around me is the sight of other novelists like myself, broken up into their own social circles and congratulating winners from the event. The urge to join one of these groups is tempting, but what will they think of me? Will they just move on and leave me alone like everyone else? Everyone else I've tried to talk to in the past, only to push me further away than I already do myself...
"I need more confidence..." I whisper to myself as I get up to receive my twenty-ninth helping of beer from the indoor bar set on the sidelines.
Although I'm invited as a VIP, I don't feel like one. With my accomplishments as a self-published novelist, it seems like no one really cares.
Can somebody at least come up and treat me like a king? Somebody who would acknowledge my achievements or sees me for someone better than I do myself? Even if I don't want anyone to approach me at all, it would still be nice. All this self-contradiction weighs my head.
Damn you all...
Damn you for inviting me here and leaving me to alleviate my mental pain by drink!
Damn you for being so ignorant to think so highly of yourselves!
I work my damness just to considered the same ranking as each and everyone of ya'll!
Not by some talentless editor who never came up with an original idea in their whole damn lives!
I should be the one initiating the conversations and flirting with all my female fans who happen to be here!
I deserve better! And I punish my self for not receiving it! Each and every day!
I wish I can scream out everything. Jump from my seat and shout out everything like a passionate preacher. But the more I sit back and recap my thoughts for the millionth time, it occurs to me these are just normal people. Normal people who made something out of their lives and are simply enjoying themselves. Of course, they wouldn't worry about me. About what I have to say, or think, or feel. No one does anyway...
As I pull down my mask to finish my drink, I realize my twenty-ninth helping is already gone, probably from when I was distracted by my internal ranting. I get up once again to receive my thirtieth, and probably last, helping from the bar. Manuevering through all the social circles, I thought it might be a good opportunity to lust over some of the women here.
Most of the women here are dressed modestly in casual business attire.
Nothing to be seen there.
I see one woman, shy, timid, and roughly around my age if not younger, with short hair and glasses. She wears a loose fitting blouse with a short and tight skirt. Her legs are long, slender, and probably soft by the touch. I manuever myself into a position where I can see her ass. And fortunately enough, I can see her ass. Although it's small and only bubbly, it still noticeably separates from her torso. The perfect ass in my opinion. Not only that, but her pantyline is completely exposed.
Have I truly found her? Another meganekko with an actual ass and not built like the same soft twig as I?
I have two different sensations going on in my body, but the one I take complete priority over is reaching to take out my phone and snap a picture. I do so. I take multiple pictures. Not only of her ass, but also her legs, blouse, face, and overall figure.
I exhaust my energy by taking so many pictures that I decide to just start recording.
The woman's heel slips off her feet, so she backtracks and kneels down to reattach it to her foot with a blushed look on her face.
I can see it...
As her knees presses together to deeply squat, allowing her ass to be raised in the air, I can see the glimpse of white panties.
I immediately focus on the footage's perspective from my phone. I make sure to get a steady shot of her current pose, and then slowly zoom in to her panties. They, along with the feminine bulge underneath, become more and more visible by the second.
An overwhelming sense of relief and erotic horomones floods throughout my body, fogging up my glasses from the hot air escaping my mask. I turn to my left to make sure no one is looking at my pervertedness. Even through the fogginess, I can tell no one is looking. I turn to my right, but all I see is a silouhette standing next to me.
As my vision becomes more clearer, the silouhette transforms into the sight of a high school girl! Decked out in the uniform and everything!
Medium-length, dark hair. Violet eyes. A soft and pale face with an equally pale expression.
I recognize this girl!
She's the high school writer who won first place for her slice-of-life, one-shot of the kuudere nekogirl!
What was her name!? I can't remember for the life of me! Why am I so bad at forgeting names!?
She looks up at me with the same bland expression as she did when receiving her award on stage.
Aw, shit!
What the fuck do I do?
It's obvious as hell what I'm doing! No one is that gullible to fall for one of my blatant lies!
Then, I look over and see she has her phone out as well. From what I can see displayed on her slanted screen, she's recording the woman also!
How can this be?
Has fate aligned the two of us perverted bastards to be together?
Is this what falling in love at first sight looks and feels like?
The schoolgirl turns off her phone and slips it in her skirt pocket.
"Wait right here," she says before skipping away.
Aw, shit...
I'm going to be arrested, aren't I? She's going to come back with two buff security guards who will pick me up off the floor and haul my ass into prison!
But, wait?
She was doing the same thing I was. She wouldn't ignore her actions just to have me arrested, right? Then again, she is a woman after all...
I turn back to my phone. The woman manages to slip back on her heel and stands up. The schoolgirl, however, enters frame and slowly takes out the woman's phone sticking out her purse. The schoolgirl lays it on the floor and taps her shoulder.
"Why, yes?" the woman asks in a soft voice.
"You dropped your phone, ma'am."
The woman looks down. "Oh, it must've fell out my purse. Thank you."
The schoolgirl steps to the side and nods to me. The woman kneels down once more to grab her phone. But as she does, her blouse hangs low enough to see her exposed breast.
This is what the schoolgirl was trying to do. She wanted me to grab a shot of the woman's cleavage.
My glasses fog up from the sight, but I quickly readjust my mask and zoom in onto the woman's chest. Her cleavage allows not only the majority of her b-sized breast to be shown, but also the space in-between.
She must be wearing a flimsy bra.
The woman stands up once more and bows to the schoolgirl before walking away. Meanwhile, my phone is still fixated in the same position.
I think I'm in shock.
I've only seen cleavage so magnificent like that in only creepshot photos online and in anime. But never in my life have I seen one in-person!
The schoolgirl skips in front of me. The view of my camera is now blocked by her long and equally smooth legs. I slowly pan up to show the entierty of her legs, her short skirt, her polo shirt with her c-cuped breasts slightly poking out from the unbuttoned collar, and finally her face.
"Did you get it?"
"Yes..." I respond, the first time I've spoken to anyone directly at this event.
"Let me see your phone." I stop recording and give my phone to the schoolgirl. She navigates to my contacts and adds her number and name. She even uploads the video to herself. She returns the phone back to me. "It's nice to meet another fellow pervert among writers."
Everything she says is all in monotone, and told through the same blank face. Unless she's trolling, she might actually be a real-life kuudere.
It's just the two of us, now. Standing and not saying a word to one another. Call it an effect from the beer, but my eyes do not hesitate to stare at the line created by the snugness of her breast; in general, I was staring at her whole chest area. If I was sober, I would at least get a small peek and quickly look away.
"Do you want to see?" she untucks her polo and begins to raise it.
"W-Wait!" I stop her. Although I regret not being able to see pass her bellybutton, this is not the time and place.
"You don't want to see them?" I want to respond with "yes" because I desperately do, even if it comes from someone who's four years younger than me. But, again, this is not the time and place. "You don't talk much do you?"
I simply shake my head. I look up and stare at her face. Her eyes, hair, and parted lips. I want to see and feel everything about her, but how am I able to do so at a time like this.
"C-Can I hug you...?"
What the fuck did I just let slip out of my mouth!? It's bad enough she sees me as a pervert, although she's not wrong (and not to mention she's a pervert as well), but also a mute loser who asks a girl for a fucking hug! I knew I was pathetic but fucking hell!!!
"A hug? Very well then."
Without a moment's notice, she lunges herself at me. Wrapping her arms around my neck and allowing her chest to dig all the way into mines. My hands are frozen, but slowly meets with the schoolgirl's waist. My grab onto the girl turns from soft to rough. My hands slide up and down her tight waist and all around her back as her chest continues digging into mine. I then follow my hands down pass the lowest part of her waist, an inch away from feeling the incline of her ass curvature.
"Nngh!" she soflty lets out that gruntled sigh.
I look down to see the side of her head pressed against me. Her face, still keeping the same monotone expression, is beet red.
Maybe I've gone too far...
Who can blame me though? The only girl I've ever touched like this is my step-sister. Not my classmates. Not my childhood friends. Not even my previous girlfriends.
Scratch that, I never had a girlfriend.
I would correct that statement to waifus, but I don't know what makes me more pathetic.
Either way, I've gone too far.
I let go of my grip on the girl, but it takes a while for her to let go of her grip.
"Huh. Too bad. I was actually enjoying it," she says while involuntarily rubbing her breast while moving her arms closer to her center. If it wasn't for the mask on my face, she would see me blushing. "I promised my mother to be back home before six, so I shall carry out with that promise. You have my number, so I'm giving you the permission to text or call me whenever you feel like it. Goodbye, for now."
She skips away before I could even have time to try to look up her dancing skirt.
After a moment of being starstrucked, I look around to meet eyes with bystanders. There's a mixed reaction of displeasure, surprise, and hilariousity from our embrace.
Screw what everyone else thinks. I have to get home while this physical intimacy is still burned in my head.
On my way home, I walked down the streets with what felt like a fifty-inch pole as a dick. I try to hide my erection by moving my arms inside my jacket and secretly keep my penis in place using my hands. On the outside, I looked like someone who was very cold. But in reality, I was fapping a huge nut as I walked down numerous blocks to my apartment building.
I returned home without being arrested for public masterbation, only to masterbate once again, but to the video on my phone. I not only masterbated to the meganekko, but also the schoolgirl. Our embrace is still freshly burned in my memory.
The feeling of her soft and warm breast pressed onto my chest...
What a teenage girl's sides and back feels like...
What her hair smells like...
Her head pressed against me with that blushed look on her face...
Her slender legs doing nothing but standing as our embrace occured...
The fact she touched the very phone as I was holding is enough to get me turned on any time of the day.
The name she left on my contacts is simply Neko-Girl.