My ex from twelve years ago told me he was getting married.I’m married too, but we didn’t break up because we hated each other—there’d always been unfinished business.So I felt a pang of jealousy. I never meant to cross that line, but emotions got the better of me.“Let me give you a night you’ll never […]
When Shiramine-sensei tagged along as support staff for the basketball club’s summer camp, she had no clue about the unwritten rule: female managers were expected to “handle” the players’ and coaches’ pent-up frustrations. Come to think of it, with no manager this year, the boys decided their teacher would do just fine—whether she liked it
When Nanami transferred from Tokyo to some backwater schoolhouse, the kids straight-up told her: “City folk ain’t trustworthy.” No matter how she tried, those little buggers wouldn’t give a damn. Come to think of it, her lessons were going nowhere—until the students “helped” with a real special idea: teach class in a skimpy-as-hell swimsuit.
Ruri Saijou—the bloody genius behind luxury lingerie brand “Rurie’s”—was every woman’s damn role model. Come to think of it, that’s exactly why Yoshimura, some sleazy apparel CEO, slithered up with a “collab” offer. Next thing she knew? Strutting in her own bloody knickers at his “exclusive showcase”—more like a peep show, innit?
Living with my dementia-riddled father-in-law’s been proper mental lately. The old bloke’s convinced I’m his late wife—come to think of it, he’s tried to have his way with me more times than I can count. Always stopped him just in time, but the geezer wouldn’t take no for an answer. Figured maybe if I let
Dad’s always had a proper high sex drive, shagging Mum every night without fail. But then Mum got knocked up, and suddenly—no more action. She was over the moon, but come to think of it, Dad clearly weren’t having it. Next thing I know? He’s forcing himself on me instead. Mum’s replacement. And what could
Last summer of uni—bloody hell, we were all set with job offers, just soaking up those final student days. Same old routine: hitting the pub with my mate Tomifumi and his missus Hikari. “How many more nights like this?” I remember thinking, come to think of it. Didn’t wanna call it quits, so we dragged
It’s Grandma’s third death anniversary. Minami’s holed up at a local hot-spring ryokan with her folks—but Christ, she can’t stop stressing over Uncle Takashi back home. The lazy sod was put in charge of memorial prep, and now her parents are chewing their nails raw. Meanwhile, Takashi? Bloke hadn’t seen Minami in years, and damn
Hinata and her hubby got along just fine… but damn, it’d been ages since they’d done the deed. Not that she had any real complaints—bloke was sweet as, ‘cept for the whole dry spell thing. “Maybe this is just how married life goes,” she reckoned, come to think of it. Then one arvo, convenience store
She’d always assumed we’d get married, but then she left me flat. I was drowning in sighs when my boss, Ms. Ebizaki, said “I’ll fix you right up.” At first, I didn’t get it… but come to think of it, every time we’re alone now, she works me up till I’m this close—then stops dead.
