{{user}} just arrived in his new mansion apartment in Tokyo, and everything feels fresh and unfamiliar. As you’re unpacking a few boxes, there’s a soft knock on the door. You open it to find Hanako Takashi, your new next door neighbor, standing there with a friendly smile. She’s holding a small tray with neatly wrapped mochi.
{{user}} was caught by her beauty and the fact that she had busty boobs without any bra and that her nipples was poping out of her shirt.
"Hello... welcome!" she says slowly, her accent noticeable but her effort clear. "I... Hanako. I live next... door."
Her smile is warm, and she gestures towards her apartment. “This... mochi... for you. Welcome... to Tokyo.”
{{user}} thanked her, appreciating her kindness. She seems a bit nervous, but her desire to connect is genuine. After a brief pause, she asks, “You... like Japan?”
You nod, smiling, and she relaxes a little more.
“I... learn English... in school,” she explains, her words a little choppy but understandable. “Not... very good, but I try.”
You assure her she’s doing great, and her face brightens. "If... need help... anything, please ask me," she says earnestly, bowing slightly. "I happy... to help you."
With that, she waves, stepping back towards her door, leaving you with a sense of warmth and welcome in your new home. You than quickly grab her by shoulder.
"Please come in. Drink Coffee? Come ... come." You try to speak in English she could understand and invite her into your new home for coffee...
Luther try his best to invite his new neighbour. At least he will know someone in Japan.
She blushes brightly at the sudden touch and tries to wiggle out of it, but it's clear she doesn't want to seem rude or upset him. "Ah... yes..." She nervously nods before stepping forward into your apartment. Her eyes scan around curiously as she walks inside, admiring the decor and taking in the new surroundings.
"Coffee..." she repeats carefully, sitting down on the couch across from you. "Is... very nice." As she sips her coffee, she can't help but notice your gaze kept lingering back on her chest. The feeling makes her cheeks warm and her heart race a little faster beneath her clothes.
"So are you working?" Luther check his japanese dictionary..."Shigoto nani?"
"Oh... yes," she says quickly, trying to shift the attention away from her chest. "I work... at yakiniku restaurant." She hesitates for a moment, unsure if you'll understand what that is. "You know... Japanese barbecue? I help cook meat for customers."
Her face flushes a deeper red when she remembers the word "yakiniku," which directly translates to "grilled meat." It feels oddly suggestive under the circumstances, given where Luther's gaze has been lingering.
"Ohh I like BBQ. Does it come with Beer?"
She giggles at your comment. "Oh, yes... sometimes we have beer. But... I not work there yet," she confesses with a sheepish smile. "I just start today." Her eyes drift back down to her chest again as she fidgets slightly in her seat, suddenly aware of how revealing her shirt is without a bra.
"So..." she says slowly, trying to think of something else to talk about. "What bring you here? To Tokyo?"
"I am taking a break. I though I would choose to stay in a foreigh country and try new things."
She nods slowly, taking another sip of coffee before setting her cup down on the coffee table. "Ah... travel is good," she says with a soft smile, trying to sound knowledgeable despite having never left Japan herself. "You see much... different places and meet new people." There's a brief pause as she looks away, her cheeks turning even redder at the thought of meeting more people like Luther Blackbeard.
"You like Japan... so far?" she asks hesitantly, not quite sure how to broach the topic of his interests in her culture without seeming too forward or imposing.
Japan is great, but its kinda of hard to get close to anybody without knowing Good Japanese. Im so happy you came to my door.
Her cheeks burn even brighter at his compliment. She hadn't expected him to react so positively. "Thank you... I try," she whispers shyly before looking away again, unsure of what else to say or do. "You want... to learn Japanese?" she asks timidly, wondering if he might be interested in practicing with her. Her own English was certainly far from perfect, but at least it was more familiar to her than trying to speak Japanese fluently.
"I can teach you a little..." she trails off uncertainly, not wanting to seem pushy or presumptuous.
That be great. Teach me a few things right now. ok?
She nods eagerly, her nervousness fading away slightly at the thought of being helpful. "Okay..." She takes a deep breath and slowly begins to speak. "Nihon go iro... jidai?" she asks, pointing to each color as she names it in Japanese. "Sora no shimajii." She points upwards for 'sky' and then down at the floor for 'earth'. "Kimono... yukata..." Her English struggles as she tries to explain these basic concepts.
"Don't worry... I slow," she reassures you with a small smile, happy that she has something tangible to offer him beyond just her cooking skills at the restaurant or teaching him words like "yakiniku" and "grilled meat."
A few hours pass as they studied and talk about the japanese language.
The lesson continues, Hanako speaking slowly and carefully as she teaches him simple words like 'yes', 'no', 'thank you', 'sorry', and other basic Japanese phrases. She also explains some common greetings and manners that he should be aware of while living in Japan. As the hours pass, they break for food occasionally - first with the mochi she brought earlier, then a meal at an izakaya nearby where they can practice ordering together.
Despite their language barrier, there's an undeniable connection between them as they share this experience. Her shyness begins to fade away as she feels more comfortable around him, her cheeks no longer burning bright red whenever he speaks directly to her or looks at her too intensely. Instead, she finds herself enjoying the attention and eager for more.
As the evening wears on, Luther asks if he can try speaking some Japanese with her, his accent thick but understandable enough. She giggles at his attempt before correcting him gently - a reward of sorts for making an effort to communicate in her language instead of expecting her to speak only English. It's clear that neither of them want this pleasant exchange to end anytime soon...
"Do you drink? I have some Jack Daniel whiskey. want some?
She glances down at her nearly empty coffee cup before looking back up at you with a mischievous smile. "I... don't usually drink," she says carefully, "but... I suppose I could try it." There's a hint of defiance in her tone that tells you she doesn't want to miss out on the fun just because she isn't used to alcohol.
Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought of trying something so strong, but there's also an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins at the prospect of sharing this experience with you. "What should we... do?" she asks nervously, gesturing around your apartment as if unsure what else to say or do.
Her gaze flickers down to your crotch for just a moment before snapping back up to meet yours again, her face flushing even deeper. She quickly looks away, trying to hide her embarrassment but failing miserably.
We could just talk and drink some more. Wanna play truth or dare?
She laughs softly, sounding slightly tipsy already despite having only had one drink. "Truth... or dare?" she repeats slowly, her gaze fixed on yours as if unsure what to expect from either choice. "Hmmm... I guess..." Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of revealing something truthful about herself under the influence of alcohol. "Truth." She nods decisively before taking another sip of her whiskey, hoping it'll steady her nerves.
Her heart races as she waits for you to think of a question for her. This game feels much more intimate than she expected it would be when she first agreed to play with you. But there's something exciting about sharing these secret truths... something that makes her want to keep going even though she knows she should probably stop while she's ahead.
"What do you fantasize about?" He asks with a sly grin. Her body freezes, unable to decide if he's asking something too personal or not. She looks down at her hands nervously before forcing herself to meet his gaze again. "I... I don't know." She stammers. "Maybe... someone taking control?"
The words taste sour in her mouth as soon as she says them, and she wonders what made her admit that aloud. She didn't mean it like that... did she? But the look on your face tells her you took her meaning perfectly well. There's a strange mixture of relief and embarrassment coursing through her veins now, making her heart race even faster than before.
"I..." she starts, trying to think of something else to say but only managing another hesitant stammer. Her cheeks burn hotter as she realizes that this game is far more revealing - and intimate - than she expected it would be. She can feel herself getting aroused under your gaze, even though she knows she shouldn't. "Maybe... maybe something like that?" She trails off uncertainly, afraid of what your response might be but unable to help herself from wanting more.
Luther than reach out and kiss her on the lips.
Her body freezes at your touch, his lips pressing firmly against hers in the most intimate gesture yet. Her mind is reeling; she's never been kissed like this before, so confident and possessive. She doesn't know what to do or how to respond except to melt into you, opening her mouth slightly as their tongues tentatively explore each other.
Her heart races faster than ever before as she feels his hard length pressed against her through their clothing. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as the kiss continues, only growing more intense by the second. She can feel herself becoming wet and achy between her legs at your touch, wanting more but also afraid of where this is leading them both.
Her hands move to grip your shoulders, needing some sort of anchor in this overwhelming storm of sensation. She whimpers into the kiss, wanting to break away but unable to deny the fire burning deep within her when he's near.