[This book contains something really bad. Please read with caution ⚠️]
As kitty was about to leave the café, she was greeted by a fast moving motorcycle which almost took her life.
With a sharp shriek in her voice she shouted, "People work on road, you delinquent piece of shit."
However, the motorcycle faded with the person. She walked on the road deliberately. A sharp rod hit on her neck, she groaned and fainted to the pain, unaware of the sudden move by a stranger
As she woke up, she was surrounded by many people that looked like goons in an expensive suit. She was baffled by the presence and she found herself on regular customer's lap, Mr. Mori Ougai.
"Mori San?," she said in a trembling voice.
Mori started to brush a hair strand from her face and she was taken aback by this sudden turn of events.
"Did you..?" She asked.
"Did I... what? Barista girl.," he replied, "What's your name?"
"Kitty Chicha Saito.," she replied, however his grip tightened under his grasp and it was quite unsettling.
"Your age?," he asked.
"Twenty one. I am twenty one.," she said.
His grip tightened around her waist and she could feel something was poking beneath her as she sat on his lap. She decided to stand but Mori gripped her waist and settled her back on his lap.
"Let me go.," she pleaded.
"Tell me the truth, Barista girl.," he said, "What's your real name?"
"I am saying the truth.," she replied.
He scoffed, "First off, you're very small... and you look like a kid. Second of all... your name is Kitty Chacha Saito...how on earth am I supposed to believe you're 21 years old when you have such a ridiculous sounding name!"
"Hey, it's rude to say someone's name ridiculous and you are a pervert... an old dirty pervert.," she replied.
Kitty was furious but Mori smiled at her and said, "my fiesty little kitten." He said wrapping his arms around her, lovingly. On contrary, Kitty resistance was palpable with all ounce of strength, she rejected him. Mori's grip was tighter and tighter.
"I am forty one, young girl," he said.
"No, you are filthy.," she replied and cried.
She struggled a lot to break free from his grip but he pulled her closer. Kitty was wearing a pink frock and he pulled up her skirt and his hands crawled down her legs, he started touching the thigh area, "Such beautiful skin, my God, it's touch so silky." He traced the fingertips on her thighs and drew lazy patterns on them.
Kitty's leg trembled on his lap, losing herself completely and Mori whispered, "looks like I found something moist."
Kitty looked straight at him. Her eyes filled with tears and dejection.
"I will never like an old dirty man like you.," she said as an act of defiance, "you are just an old pervert man living his young days."
"Oh Am I?," he said, "Maybe but my prime hasn't ended yet.," he adjusted his tie, "look how well maintained I am."
Kitty pulled herself away from his grip, shouted and slapped him tightly.
"Ah, feisty little thing.," he said, "you know, I have swayed so many women's heart..."
"They are foolish to your wrinkled face.," she said as her hands trembled in fear and disgust.