A/N: Thank you for those of you who added "Confessions of a Pathetic & Mentally-Disturbed Light Novelist" to their collection. My series is growing, slowly yet steadily, and I appreciate the support. I hope you continue reading and enjoying my content. If there's any ecchi scenarios you'd like to see in the near future, don't hesitate to comment. Also, make sure you do leave a comment so I know for sure people are reading to the very end, lol. Enjoy!
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I never knew this was how my day would go, and I love it! I give Yoko-san a piggy-back ride to her house. Her well-endowed breast and ass weighs my skinny ass down, but it's a feeling I would never trade for the world. Throughout my life, I have never received much physical intimacy from another woman. So, to feel the sensation of Yoko-san's warm and soft breast and torso pressing onto my back, along with my hands cupping around her upper thigh region supporting her body is a blessing that cannot be topped. Carrying her heels in one hand, her feet hang free by my sides, her toes sparkling in the moonlight as my temptation to touch said feet grows by the minute. I'm very fortunate to experience this at night and on an empty street. My erection has sprung out of my boxers and has clearly made itself visible through my jeans. There would be no way for me to cover it up. It's almost relieving in a way to not have to worry about covering an erection in public.
"Senpaiii~" she whispers into my ear, her warm and moist breath making my eyes roll backwards into my head and sending chills crawling up my spine.
"Y-Y-Yes!"
"Have I ever told you how cool you are?"
"N-No. You haven't."
"Well, you are..." She hiccups. Her breast reacts by twitching, the same goes for her thighs and toes. "Ever since I became your editor, you've brought me nothing but promotions and top rankings among my peers. Your words and my encouragement has made my job easier to bare. Although I don't have much to say when it comes to your amazing work, you continue to be the light that I seek for throughout the day."
I can't believe what I'm hearing. A woman is calling me her light. I'm I really that important to someone? And to someone as beautiful as her?
She clings onto me tighter. "You will always continue to be my Senpai... Right~" She hiccups again. Aside from her usual twitchy reaction, something about her breast becomes more overwhelming. "Uhh~~"
What does uhh~~ mean? "Yoko-san, are you alright?"
"I-I..." She becomes flustered. Her elevated heartbeat and breathing tells me so. "I think I broke my bra..." That explains the overwhelming feeling! The extra weight of her breast has fallen onto me, literally! Wait, does that mean she's more vulnerable to being turned on? I tighten my grip on her thighs and bounce her up a little to prevent her from slipping off. I also do this to see how she would react to her exposed breast rubbing against something. "Ahh~" Oh, shit! That was kind of loud. Hopefully, a nearby neighbor won't witness this and see me as a predator. With the exposed erection, drunk woman on my back and whatnot. "S-Sorry about that... It was a slip out the mouth..."
It's best to get her home as fast as possible. At least, if I manage to do so without getting arrested and thrown into jail with an untreated erection. About five minutes or so, we finally make it to her house. I lead Yoko-san to her bedroom and plop her onto her bed. Her blouse is sweaty, not sweaty enough to be see-through unfortunately, and her skirt has risen far up her thighs. I still can't see her panties, though. "Are you going to be okay here on out, Yoko-san?"
"Yeah. I'll be fine. My sister will be home from work at any moment, so I'll be cared for if I need anything." She moves her arms and legs together, curdling into a snugly ball under her sheets. Cute as hell! I can't help but notice Yoko-san moving one of her pillows in-between her legs. Maybe she doesn't want me to see her panties or that's how she probably sleeps. "Thank you so much. I'll never forget how you treated me." If taken the wrong way, it sounds like the two of us just had sex. Especially, if an outsider were to see me standing over her in bed, with my still-erected penis trying to break free from my pants.
"I'll let you rest then. Take care, Yoko-san."
"Take care, Senpaii..." she immediately dozes off to sleep.
I'm alone, in a room with my superior drunk and asleep. My erection is still present, and the physical feelings I just experienced are still burned in my head. If I go home, those feelings will fade overtime and there won't be anything left of physical memory to masturbate to. Do I do it here? In her room? While she's asleep? It's not like she would notice, right? Especially, if I clean after myself like a true gentlemen. I barely unzip my pants before my penis springs free. Holy cow! Barely touching the tip, flushed feelings begin to immediately travel throughout my body. "Nngh~" I fall to my knees and start masturbating. No hesitation is present to stop me from masturbating in front of my drunk superior as she continues sleeping.
Her beautiful face. Her parted lips. Her breast squeezing together. The sacred flower hiding in-between her chubby little legs. Her small, delicate feet rubbing against one another as she delves into the dreaming stage of her sleep. The feelings my body has been able to feel with her presence. It's all coming together as I continue this devious and pathetic act. Now that I think about it, have I always been this pathetic? This pathetic to go about doing this act? Pathetic enough to not have much history of having intimacy with another woman? Pathetic enough to hide inside my apartment and allow my passive-depressive thoughts and actions to run rapid? How can I have someone like Yoko-san say that I'm their light? As far as I know, I'm no one's light. Never have. Never will. I'm not even my own light. If anything life has taught me since my high school days, nobody should give a crap about me. Maybe they're right. Maybe they saw the type of person I would become. Or, maybe it's because of how people treated me is the very reason I am that person today. Despite my success. Despite my ranking among other authors and writers in Japan. I'm just a pathetic, piece of shit that has let my sanity die years ago.
"Nngh!" I'm about to climax. My penis begins twitching rapidly, the most it has ever twitched before. My eyes scan the room for a tissue or paper to block the launch. Fortunately, on top of Yoko-san's night stand, a box of tissues rests. I quickly try to make my way there, only for my legs to go numb. I land face-first onto the floor. There's no choice but to crawl over to her nightstand as my hand still moves up and down. I manage to grab a couple tissues and cover the launching port of my penis. Looking up, though, I'm two inches far from touching Yoko-san's beautiful, sleeping face. "Ohh... fuck..." The white rocket launches into space, the farthest distance it has ever travelled. Fortunately, the tissues were able to catch everything. My body goes limb and my face falls onto the side of Yoko-san's pillow. My sweat-covered head stays there for a good minute or two as I catch my breath while gazing at her face. "I'm sorry, Yoko-san..."
Flushing the tissues down the toilet, I wash my hands and rush out the house. I run down the sidewalk and all the way to the middle of the city where my apartment complex is. Making myself comfortable, I throw a cup of noodles in the microwave and grab three bottles of beer from my mini fridge. Although I just went out drinking, I drink so frequently as a confidence-booster that my tolerance-level is unnaturally high. A don't drive for that reason. Although I'm not effected by alcohol, besides the feeling of confidence, my BrAC (Breath Alcohol Concentration) rate would be off the charts. Also, walking everywhere allows me good-needed cardio to prevent gaining a beer gut. These three bottles would actually make up a grand total of over twenty-nine bottles of beer I've had today alone. That's almost the equivalent of twenty-seven shots. If not for my career in light novels and erotica, I would most likely be a heavyweight drinking champion.
I sit in front of my TV and watch the latest anime currently airing. I dump a little bit of alcohol into my cup of noodles before eating. Surprisingly, it has a good blend of flavors. Let me properly introduce myself: My name is Kazumi Nagataro. At least, that;s my pen name. I don't like being addressed by my real name. It holds a traumatic history that I experience enough so in the form of frequent flashbacks. I'm twenty-two years old, and my only education is high school I'm not sure about my blood type, though. As you already know, I'm a very successful light novel author and artist in the erotic genre. Despite my current accomplishments, I'm nothing but a degenerate, as you also already know. You'll get to know a lot more of my degeneracy in the near future. But, for now, let's hold off for now...
To Be Continued...