That night too, he saw someone coming to the woman's house. Her house was inside a large wall covered with bougainvillea plants, a large house that looked like a nobleman's bungalow. The woman lived there alone. In the morning she goes out by car, then comes the night, after dark. Almost every day during that returning to home a man would be seen with her, or someone would come there to see her. After this one thing was brought to his attention, he kept a close eye on it every day. His house is right next door to the house where the woman lives, so he is her neighbor, her only neighbor.
There were no other houses there. It was forest all around. Those two houses in it belonged to one owner. She comes to live in the second house after he, who works in government service, comes to live there as a tenant.
He wasn't going to get to know the woman who looked like she was not ready to talk or befriend anyone.
He was always watching her leave in the morning and come in at night. It was during that observation that he noticed men coming to the house every night, with or without her.
"She's a sex-addicted nymphomaniac." One night he saw the sight and said to himself. "Each night she sips new flavors of lust. How beautiful is her life..! She can be an aphrodisiac of feelings. That is why people come there to participate in that game with her. The body of her that has passed fifty years in appearance is a garden of lust. In that wild look of her incongruity, in the charming beauty of her plump red lips like flowers, in her large breasts as long as a half-winded balloon, and in her large buttocks as if the implant had been placed lust has filled beautifully like a poem."
Having said that, he took a deep breath in the vibration of an emotion that had agitated his veins.
The next night no one came with the woman. He waited by the window for a long time. No one was seen on the steps of that house.
"No one today. So I am her fruit today." Immediately after saying this, he dressed decently, perfumed himself, and went to the steps of her house nobly and rang the bell.
"Who?" He heard her voice from a speaker at the gate.
"I'm Robert, your neighbor. I have come to meet you." He humbly said with a smile.
"I only allow my customers here at this time." A dull voice.
"Then consider me a customer." He laughed again.
The next moment the gate opened.
"I am the lover who goes to Madame Bovary's house with flowers, or Lady Chatterley's lover who goes to nibble the potion of lust. Women are the springs of the earth. They surround men like a spring season with the fragrance of frenzy, the colors of mind-melting newness, and the sweetness that thrills the veins. Men live by dreaming, worshiping, and experiencing this spring. What a good player God is who creates this beauty of feeling and disturbs the earth..! Today I will thoroughly enjoy this beauty that looks like an ancient Greek sculpture of lust." He said excitedly to himself as he stepped through the gate and entered.
He was caressed and entertained by the gentle breeze that was singing in the garden around the house on that slight moonlit night. The birds chirped merrily, welcoming a night of love.
"The beautiful night that filled with the scent of love." Seeing all this he whispered. "The full moon has come out from the curtain with the aura of heaven, along with the breeze and birds that humming the tune of love. I have entered heaven."Â He whispered.
He knew as he walked that his veins throbbed awake to the magnificent beat of his heart.
As he neared the front door, it opened.
She appeared before him as beautiful as a goddess. The perfume that wafted from her mane seemed to him to be an ethereal fragrance of heaven. He closed his eyes for a moment and savored the aroma.
"Mr...?" she called out.
"Robert." He said humbly. "He held out the flower in his hand to her.
She took it and glared at his smile with a look of a wild expression.
"Hope you're all right." He said in a loving tone.
Without answering, she gestured to a seat. Then she went inside.
A little later she came back with a juice, a pomegranate juice in a beautiful wine glass.
"I give my customers only one drink to drink. The juice of the pomegranate is mentioned in the scriptures." She said while giving him the juice.
He noticed that her face was still full of that incongruous wild expression.
"Yes, this is a special drink. In the Song of Solomon, is the pomegranate the fruit of love?" He said with a smile as he sipped the juice.
She did not speak. She stared at him with that incongruous expression.
"Who is she really, a love flower or the bloodthirsty daughter of Dracula?" He asked himself seeing that look. "Will this vampire drink my blood?"
She left there. A little later she came again, wearing a red nightgown. The sight made his veins tremble. He could feel her large breasts dancing in front of him as they protruded out of the gown. She held out her hand as he stared at it.
"Three hundred dollars. That is my fee for this service. It should be paid in advance."
He immediately took out the wallet and gave her three hundred dollars.
"Okay come along." She took him to an inner room.
She said as she reached the front of the room. "You must enter this room with your eyes closed, and then open your eyes only after I say so. If you break this rule, you will be immediately kicked out of the room. And that's the deal."
"Okay, I'll do that." He said in an emotional voice.
She opened the door of the room. Its sound made him tremble like a bell ringing of love.Â
"Come in, close your eyes. Never open your eyes even a little without me telling you to. If you open it, you'll lose your three hundred dollars." She said as if it was a command.
"No, it won't open." He whispered, then closed his eyes and entered the room like a blind man. She took him by the hand and led him somewhere. Then asked to sit on a chair. He sat down. There was a table in front.
"What game is this?" he asked himself. "Is she a sexual sadist? A sex vampire who is going to nibble, peck, bite, and slap me in the dark and eat me raw?" A fear ran through him. As he sat restlessly with fear, he smelled scented candles burning.
"What is going on here? Candles are burning all around, and various fragrances. Maybe it's a new play with scented oils, like aromatherapy? She is a goddess of love. That's why people come here every night. Will she create a new ism in the art of eroticism?"
While he was talking to himself like that, she told him to open his eyes.
He opened his eyes. The room was lit only by the dim light of a few candles with red filaments burning on the table. She sits facing him. A black metal ornament like a crown is placed on her head. Large black rings in the ears. A coin was found on a board on the table. He recognized what the board is.
"Ouija board...!" He looked at it in surprise and said.
"Whose spirit do you want to talk to?" she asked.
For a moment he was speechless. He kept staring at her.
"I have never disappointed anyone who came here. All of them have seen the presence of their loved ones here. This board is of truth. Whose spirit would you like to call here? I will show you his presence here." She looked at him.
He realized where he came to. A sigh of rage escaped him.
"Who did you come here for?"
"First you show me the presence of a spirit here."
She moved the coin on the Ouija board and began calling out to the soul. He stared at the coin that was moving through the board. It went through every letter on the board. After a while, she said.
"We have a soul beside us."
"What's the proof?" he immediately asked.
"Are you a believer?"
"Yes, I believe in God."
"Have you seen God?"
"No one has seen God."
"Indeed. And yet we believe. Such are our affairs. For some things, we don't need proof, but for some things we need proof."
"I don't believe in this scam."
"Good spirit, make this man know your presence." She said to the spirit.
The next moment the pointer on the Ouija board started moving very quickly. It was moving over the letters. She looked at it and understood the spirit's speech. After a while, the coin stopped.
She looked up. "You are not here to speak to the spirit. The soul says that you have come here looking for a nymphomaniac. Is that right?"
"That's right."
"You think I'm a nymphomaniac?"
"Yes, people come here every night. You who have a job can't be considered a sex worker."
"In fact, we are all living with excessive addiction. The most important of these is the hunger for food and the lust. The hunger of the body makes us look for food. In the same way, lust is the hunger of the mind. But in both these cases, except for a few of us, everyone else is moderate. They show dignity by controlling that craving within. What's the reason? Is it because they are afraid of God and hell?"
"Can't think that. They fear society."
"Very correct answer. Yes, that's the point. We those who live here decently are not being holy. Rather we fear the society we live in, fear the law of us, we remember our relationships, and we remember our life. So we control our extreme cravings and live a dignified life. That is the truth. So by this fact, it can be said that all women are nymphomaniacs. Similarly, men can also be said to be womanizers. There is no one here who fears God and lives righteously. Everyone is afraid of humans. A woman is like a musical instrument. If you can play it well you can hear a beautiful melody from it. If you don't know how to play, the tone will be distorted. Everything we are looking for is right next to us. Our problem is that we don't have the knowledge and patience to find it." She paused and continued. "Like any woman, I am a nymphomaniac who wants to enjoy the sweetness of lust without limit. But there is no way to implement it, because of the above said reasons. We live here in fear. Look, how cleverly God controls us by ourselves..! If freedom is to live as we wish, we are not free in this life. So we live here pretending to be gentlemen and saints by pampering our inner desires. That's how we can live, right?"
"Yes." He got up and walked out without saying anything else.