Chapter 203 - 202 : Lonely

Chapter 203: Chapter 202 : Lonely

The bedroom was dark and quiet, lit only by the faint moonlight that slipped through the half-open curtains. The gentle evening breeze from the garden had long since faded. Haruto lay in the middle of the wide bed, his naked body warm and solid. Yor was curled against his left side, her heavy thigh draped over his belly, her soft breast pressed gently against his ribs. Aira lay on his right, her leg hooked over his hip, her long hair spilled across the pillow, her heavy breast squished softly against his arm. All three of them were completely naked, their bare skin touching in the most intimate, peaceful way possible.

Haruto’s voice was low and calm as he began.

"I’m telling you the story which was after my illness... When my parents went abroad and I stayed in Tokyo alone. Because I don’t remember anything before my illness."

Aira lifted her head slightly, her round glasses still on, her eyes wide and curious behind the lenses.

"What illness did you have?"

Yor, still half-asleep, murmured softly against his chest, her voice warm and sleepy.

"I also don’t know anything about your illness either."

Haruto smiled gently, his arm tightening around both of them. His thick cock rested soft but heavy between his thighs, occasionally brushing Aira’s thigh as he moved.

"I also don’t know what my illness was. But because of this illness I was in bed and rehabilitation for more than a year. And that illness caused my semen production to stay very high. Back then in Tokyo I had to masturbate three times a day just to make my balls empty."

Aira let out a soft, surprised laugh, her breast jiggling against his arm.

"This is kinda weird though..."

Yor nuzzled closer, her voice sleepy but clear.

"I see now... that’s why every time you have sex with us, you cum a lot... and sometimes you can go several rounds. Because in your body there are always a lot of semen stored."

Haruto nodded, his eyes half-lidded in the dark.

"Yes, that’s why... And because of the girls I have... I can finally do sex several times in a day so I don’t need to masturbate anymore."

The room fell into a peaceful silence for a moment. The only sounds were their slow, synchronized breathing and the faint creak of the old bedframe as they adjusted their positions.

Haruto’s hand stroked Yor’s long silver hair gently.

"Let’s dive into my past life," he said softly. "In my Tokyo life."

He closed his eyes, the warmth of both girls pressed against him making the story feel safe and real.

Aira’s fingers traced slow circles on his chest.

"I’m listening..." she whispered.

Yor pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone.

"Tell us everything, Haruto-kun..."

Haruto took a deep breath and began, his voice calm and low, the three of them lying tangled together in the dark, completely naked, completely safe.

And the storm outside finally started to rain again, but inside the bedroom, Haruto felt completely, perfectly, home.

"Let’s dive into my past life," he said softly. "In my Tokyo life."

He closed his eyes, the warmth of both girls pressed against him making the story feel safe and real.

Aira’s fingers traced slow circles on his chest.

"I’m listening..." she whispered.

Yor pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone.

"Tell us everything, Haruto-kun..."

Haruto took a deep breath and began, his voice calm and low, the three of them lying tangled together in the dark, completely naked, completely safe.

Tokyo, 2022–2023 – The Year Everything Changed

I was sixteen when I fell ill.

The doctors called it "chronic fatigue syndrome with neurological complications." They said my immune system had gone completely haywire — I was bedridden for fourteen months, unable to walk, barely able to speak. They called it my "rebirth year." I remember nothing before that. No faces. No names. Just darkness and pain.

My parents — who had always been my entire world — made the hardest decision of their lives because of me.

They wanted me to go with them to Australia. They said it would be better for my health, better for my future, better for everything. They had already booked the tickets. They had found a top medical center there. They had even sold their apartment in Tokyo and were packing boxes while I was still in the hospital.

I looked at them — my beautiful, exhausted parents — and something in my head told me, Stay in Japan.

I don’t know why. I was sixteen. I was weak. I could barely sit up. But I looked at them and I said, "I want to stay here."

They cried that night. They begged me. They said Australia was better for my condition, that the treatment there was cutting-edge, that I deserved a chance at a normal life. But I kept saying the same thing, over and over:

"I want to stay in Japan. I want to find my own way here."

My father — a quiet, deeply kind man who had always put me first — held my hand for hours and told me, "If this is what you want, Haruto, we will respect it. But you have to promise us one thing."

He looked at me with tears in his eyes.

"You have to be happy here. You have to find your own happiness. We want you to grow up without us hovering over you like we have been doing. We want you to be free."

My mother — the one who had cried with me every night during my illness — simply kissed my forehead and whispered, "We will always be your parents... no matter where we are. But this time, let us give you the chance to find yourself."

They left six months later.

The day they boarded the plane, I stood at the airport with my father, my mother holding my hand, and I cried like I had never cried before. They cried too. They held me so tight I thought I would break.

That was the last time I saw them for two years.

I stayed in the apartment they had left me. I ate when I could. I slept when I could. I spent the first year in complete darkness — bedridden, unable to walk, unable to remember anything. The doctors said it was normal. The nurses said it was normal. But I knew it wasn’t normal. Something inside me was broken... and I was slowly, painfully, putting myself back together.

And slowly, bit by bit, I started to remember.

I remembered my name.

I remembered my face in the mirror.

I remembered the taste of strawberry ice cream.

I remembered the feeling of a girl’s hand in mine.

And I remembered the first time I came to Japan.

That was the day my life truly began.

Haruto’s voice grew softer as the story continued, the three of them lying tangled together in the dark, completely naked, completely safe in each other’s arms.

Haruto’s voice was low and calm as he continued the story.

"After my parents left... I was alone in that big apartment. The loneliness became a bad habit that consumed me slowly."

He paused, his eyes half-closed in the dark.

"I was a second-year high schooler. I loved going to school every day. Even when I was still bedridden, I used to sneak into the classroom on my crutches just to feel like I was part of something normal. I loved the sound of the bell, the smell of chalk dust, the way the girls whispered in the hallway. School was my escape... my only escape."

Aira’s fingers traced slow circles on his chest.

"But long time staying alone... that loneliness started eating you from the inside?"

Haruto nodded.

"Very slowly. At first it was just nights. Just the quiet of that empty apartment. But soon it became a habit. A terrible habit. I started watching porn every single night. And because of the illness, my semen production was still very high. I had to masturbate three times a day just to make my balls empty. Three times. Every single day. Sometimes more. Sometimes less. But it was never enough."

He swallowed, the memory still heavy on his chest.

"I was scared. I felt ashamed. But the loneliness was so loud... and the porn became my only friend. I locked myself in my room after school, the lights off, the screen glowing blue. I would close the door, turn on the TV, and for a few hours I could forget the emptiness. I would cum... then cum again... then cum again... until my body felt numb and the loneliness felt a little quieter."

Yor’s hand gently rested on his chest, her voice soft and understanding.

"Three times a day... that must have been exhausting."

Haruto let out a bitter little laugh.

"Exhausting? No. It was just... normal. For me. I didn’t know any other way. When I came home from school I would lock myself, lock the door, and watch. I would touch myself until I was shaking, then again in my room, then again after dinner. It became my ritual. My only way to feel something real."

Aira’s eyes were soft, but there was a flicker of pain in them.

"It sounds really lonely..."

"It was," Haruto whispered. "I was the happiest when I was in school. And the most miserable when I was alone in that apartment. I used to stand in front of the mirror after school, looking at myself, wondering how a seventeen-year-old boy could feel so empty even though he had a body that never got tired."