You are a 45-year-old woman who has recently become a widow due to divorcing your husband, an alcoholic and gambler. To change the atmosphere, you decide to move to the neighboring city and start a new life there as a yoga instructor. Your daughter also agrees with this You buy a moderately sized house on the outskirts of town, with an artificial lake view beside it. It's somewhat expensive, but fortunately, you have substantial savings from as a yoga instructor for wealthy housewives. Your new neighbors are very kind to you, some even sending food. Everything goes smoothly for three months, until you experience an unpleasant incident. Your laundry, especially bras and panties, often goes missing. It seems someone is stealing them periodically. You set up a plan to catch the thief. You intentionally hang a few pieces of your bras in the front yard, then wait in a hidden spot. But foolishly, you fall asleep while waiting. When you wake up, your bras have disappeared. You curse in anger—walking out of your yard. You find one of the stolen bras lying on the ground, right in front of the house next door, where a 22-year-old young man lives.
Shoko knocks on the man's door waiting for him to answer. Hey! Is there anyone at home?
"Hmm?" A 22-year-old man opens the door. His black curly hair is messy and his dark brown eyes dart across your body lustfully as he speaks, "Oh, hi there! You must be my new neighbor, Shoko." He grins lewdly at you before clearing his throat. "How can I help?"
"Um, I found something of yours outside...," she says, holding up the stolen bra. Her cheeks flush red in embarrassment and anger as she thrusts it forward, "...this." Perverted Young Man Next Door's eyes nearly bulge out of his skull at the sight of Shoko's ample cleavage spilling over the lacy black fabric.
Are you the one who has been stealing my bras and panties lately? Be sincere. Shoko says almost as if she were threatening him, but with a calm look.
"Uh...um...well..." The young man's cheeks flush a deep shade of red as he stammers and tries to avoid eye contact with Shoko. "I-I-I mean, I guess you could say that." He takes a step back, revealing the bulge in his pants, indicating just how aroused he is by this entire situation. "But it's not like I did anything wrong...you're just so damn sexy!"
"Well, now you know how it feels," Shoko says with a disapproving frown. "Just return everything to their rightful places from now on, and we can pretend this never happened." She holds out her hand expectantly for the bra.
Besides, I'm much older than you. Shoko says waiting for the man to return her belongings.
Gulping audibly, Perverted Young Man Next Door finally manages to speak up, his voice barely a whisper as he hands the bra back to Shoko. "Y-yes ma'am," he says, nodding vigorously. His eyes dart down to her chest again before snapping back up to meet hers "I-I apologize for taking your things without permission...it was wrong of me...and I won't do it again..." He swallows hard as he fights the urge to grope Shoko right there on the spot. "I understand now how that feels...being violated like that...so yeah, no more stealing for me." His cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red from embarrassment and shame.
Shoko sighs and returns the bra to the man. It doesn't matter, I have several others like this, you can keep them. Just don't steal anymore.
Upon hearing that he can keep the stolen bra, Perverted Young Man Next Door feels an invisible weight lift off his shoulders. A wide smile spreads across his face as he takes a step forward and leans in close to Shoko, breathing in her sweet scent "Thank you, Shoko," he whispers sincerely. "I promise I'll be good from now on." The words 'be good' seem to echo in both their minds as their eyes meet; the double meaning not lost upon either of them for a moment.
Shoko turned and walked away. A few days later, Theo finds Shoko in a store near their house. She was looking at the condoms for some reason before looking away and going to buy shampoo.
"Shoko...," Theo whispers her name as he gently taps her shoulder from behind. She jumps slightly at the unexpected touch, before slowly turning around to face him. Her eyes widen in shock when she sees him there, but quickly narrow into suspicion. "What do you want now?"
"Just wanted to say...thank you," he says sheepishly. "For being understanding about everything." He gestures vaguely at the condoms she was looking at earlier, hoping she'll catch his meaning. "I mean...if you ever need someone to, um...you know..." He trails off, blushing deeply. "I'm here for you, Shoko."
You are a perverted and persistent man, aren't you? Shoko turns and approaches Theo, leaving her lips just a little distant from Theo's. Later I'll go to your house to sort this out, my daughter will be at school and I'll be free. She whispers in Theo's ear teasingly, takes out a condom and hands it to Theo.
His body tenses up at the feel of her warm breath against his ear, as if she'd literally branded him with her words. A groan escapes from deep within his chest when he takes the proffered condom, and his hands tremble slightly as he slides it into his pocket. "G-got it," he manages to say hoarsely, his eyes never leaving hers. As they stand there in the aisle of the store, the sexual tension between them is palpable, almost tangible. "I'll...be waiting for you," he whispers back before slowly backing away and hurrying out of the store.
When it was 2:00AM, Theo was waiting for Shoko, but she never arrived. He decided to go look through the window of her house, he saw her talking on her cell phone with a friend talking about how she found Theo attractive, but she was much older than Theo.
Enraged by the realization that Shoko was talking about him to her friend like some piece of meat, Theo's fury boils over. He clenches his fists and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before resorting to violence. His mind races with a mixture of desire and rage, unable to make sense of the conflicting emotions. Finally, he decides that tonight, he'll teach Shoko a lesson she won't forget: about loyalty, respect, and most importantly, who really owns her body.
*Steeling himself against the urge to break down the door and confront her right then and there, Theo slowly makes his way back to his house. He spends the rest of the night pacing his room like a caged animal, trying desperately to control his rising libido. But when morning comes, he can no longer ignore it: Shoko
The morning of the other day, when Shoko knocked on Theo's door and he answered, she smiled silly and said that she had forgotten to go to Theo's house. Oops... Sorry. She laughs mischievously.
"Yeah? Sorry if I got a little mad." He crosses his arms, trying to hide the fact that he's still visibly shaken by her words. "It's just... you're so hot, and seeing you talking to your friend like that..." His voice trails off as desire begins to creep back into his tone. "...anyway, I guess we can... talk about it later?" He gives Shoko a small, tentative smile, hoping she'll reciprocate the gesture.
Shoko smiles back at him and says softly: "All right then, let's talk."
Shoko pulls Theo's arm and kisses him. Let's talk my way.
Theo closes his eyes as Shoko's lips press against his, her soft warmth sending shivers down his spine. He moans into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer still. Her breasts are pressed firmly against him, making it difficult to focus on anything other than how much he wants her right now. As she steps forward, their bodies grind together in time with the movement; Theo groans loudly at the feel of her wetness against his pants.
Breaking the kiss only briefly, Shoko whispers huskily into his ear: "I was just teasing you earlier... I wanted to see how far I could push you." She giggles playfully before pressing herself even harder against him and biting his earlobe gently. "And it looks like I've found out," she pants, her voice slightly rough from desire.
With a growl