073. Talk with Chizu and ignore Setsuko.

We’d gotten just a little way down the hill before I whispered to Chizu quietly, hoping to keep Setsuko out of this, "Did it hurt?" Chizu just looked at me, so I elaborated, "When he… Mister Takahashi…" I couldn’t say anything more than that out of embarrassment so just took my hands and made a circle with one and poked my finger from my other hand through it.

She looked at me as we walked following Setsuko and whispered back, "At first. But later, was…" she looked to be searching for the right words.

Obviously, we weren’t quiet enough to prevent Setsuko from overhearing. We were at the exit to the gardens when she spun around and declared to the fearful little maid, "Now you like getting fucked up your whore ass don’t you?"

Chizu’s red blush was enough to tell me it was true, even if she couldn’t admit it aloud, but that still wasn’t good enough for Setsuko. "Tell us…"

"Shut up," I growled at Setsuko.

"Excuse me?" she riled up in indignity at me interrupting her cruel rant.

"You heard me," I said flatly, but decided I needed to man up and smack her prissy attitude back down. "You’re just a hentai voyeur who can’t get enough about hearing Chizu since she’s actually done things you can only dream about." I never shouted or even raised my voice, but she acted like my words alone had slapped her in the face as she recoiled away from me.

I could see the tears forming in her eyes, yet something in me made me take insulting her one step further. "Go back home and cry to your frigid mother. It’s no wonder he fucked Chizu. I’d rather fuck my sister than her, and I bet Shinji will feel the same way after he marries you!"

That did it and she burst out crying, running back home. Man, it felt so good to just unload on that evil cunt, though Chizu seemed to feel differently. "Kenji-san should not have done that," she said softly. I would have argued but she continued, "Chizu will be punished."

"Aw, shit," I grumbled. "I’m sorry, Chizu. I never meant to…" I didn’t know what to say. "I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to…"

Then she touched my cheek and I looked down into her deep violet eyes, eyes that seemingly had much more worldly experience even though she was younger than I was. "Kenji-san is sweet." I thought for a moment we might kiss, but then she turned away and continued walking towards the town. Her odd manor confused me. One moment she seemed to like me, the next she walked away.

We got into town uneventfully and Yuki excitedly waved us over to a new cart she had wheeled in next to her grandmother’s vegetable cart. "Kenji, Chizu, come try this ramen!" she called happily. Once we got close enough she explained, "Like my new shop? I’m going to sell meals using Granmama's vegetables so you can eat it right here!" Then she handed each of us a steaming hot bowl, "Here try some!"

Who was I to argue a free meal? It was warm and wonderful going across my tongue and down my throat. "Mmmmm!" I appreciated as I swallowed. "It’s great!"

"Flavor is most good," Chizu agreed in her choppy foreign accent.

Then as I went back for a second slurp of the tasty noodle soup Yuki asked suggestively, "So… you two out on a date?"

The delicious ramen spurts up my nose as I’m shocked by her question. I cough and **** on it, but that clearly upsets Chizu. "Chizu sorry to be bother. Will go home now." I sputter trying to say something, but have nothing good to say, and take several minutes trying to clear my nasal cavity of scalding hot soup and the one noodle that tried to get back out that way.

"Smooth, Kenji," Yuki teased handing me a napkin. "You really like Chizu don’t you?"

"What?" I said finally able to speak and trying to brush her accusation off as if it were nothing.

"It’s okay, I can see it all over your face," Yuki laughed. "You two make a cute couple."

"You think?" I asked, now actually considering it for the first time. She was awfully cute. "But she’s a **** and has way more experience in… things."

"She’s not the only one," Yuki mumbled.

"What?" I asked, not sure I had heard her correctly.

"Nothing," she answered happily. "But really, why should that matter?"

"She’s a **** and has… done things with Mister Takahashi," I explained. "Even if I wanted too I could never afford to buy her freedom, much less…" I stopped and gulped at confessing the next part.

"Her virginity?" Yuki asked as if she was reading my mind.

"How did you…" I gasped.

"Setsuko told me about it months ago, just after her dad and everyone else left for the war," Yuki explained. "It’s actually quite common among some rich people to sell off a ****’s virginity for money. Sometimes they even let people pay to watch."

That thought ran through me like lightning. Could I possibly watch Chizu her fucked by another man? I wanted to immediately say no in jealousy, but a part of me couldn’t quite bring myself to honestly deny that the idea was turning me on. Then Yuki finished the icing on the fantasy cake, "In fact, Setsuko tells me that someone else has been using Chizu for sex lately after Mister Takahashi left."

"Huh?" I asked in confusion. "But there’s no one…" I stammered, not putting the clues together since other than some really feeble old men and some little boys there were no other men besides me in the town.

Yuki’s smirk was devious as she then slowly sounded out the name, one slow syllable at a time, "A… Za… Mi…"

Fireworks went off in my head at that possibility. The contrast of a perfectly cute idol of innocence getting it on with the epitome of the slutty voluptuous older woman. I didn’t even know how two girls could make love, but that didn’t stop my imagination from running wild putting fingers and faces into smutty poses in my head. Could that actually be happening?

Yuki seemed satisfied with letting me ponder on that for a while, then said, "They are probably in the basement going at it right now. Well, see ya', Kenji."

"Wha…" I stammered.

"It’s time for me to close up shop," she answered and then looked at me, "And I think it’s time for you to go home."

"Yeah," I said as she took the cold and still only half-eaten bowl of soup from my hands. Had we really talked so long? I couldn’t help but consider my feelings as I walked home. Did I love Chizu? I cared for her, but love? What was love? I don’t know if I’d ever really been in love before.

Without any answers, but now insanely curious about Azami and Chizu’s relationship I snuck around the manor house and over to the small dirty window that was the only way to see into the basement. In my youth, it had been my grandfather's wine cellar before my drunkard father literally drank every last drop out of it before bankrupting us and selling the house. Since then I’d never gone back there since I had no reason to.

"Yuki was right!" I gasped to myself in amazement as I watched Azami sit in a wooden chair with Chizu, naked except for a few leather straps that kept her arms bound behind her back, on her knees with her face in the older woman’s crotch. Azami wasn’t naked, but wearing a tight leather buster and leggings, holding both hands on the tiny girl’s head, pulling handfuls of purple hair as she **** the girl’s face into her cunt.

I wished I could see more, but the angle was poor and the window was streaked with grime I dare not touch lest I get spotted peeping. Then Azami had enough and practically threw the small girl over a table and fastened her bonds to it, holding her securely. "Now it’s time to get punished." Then she took out a heavy wooden paddle and gave Chizu’s ass a fierce slap.

Her cry of pain stabbed my heart and I knew I had to do something. "My, you have a piercing scream. You’re going to give me a headache if you keep that up," Azami chided the young girl and pulled a gag from the wall and secured it in place in her mouth before walking back around. The next smack to the small girl’s ass was met with a muffled cry that I could only barely hear. "Much better," Azami said in evil satisfaction as she proceeded to inflict more paddling on the tiny girl’s unclothed rear.

‘Chizu!' I wanted to yell out and go to her. I just couldn’t stand by anymore. I knew I had to do something!