Shibuya Scramble Crossing

Here I was thinking of visiting places like Paris, which, granted, was an amazing destination. And yet, I had completely forgotten about my almost unhealthy obsession with Japan. Seriously, it bordered on having Yellow Fever.

I loved Japan with all its anime and manga. I even consumed quite a bit of their porn. Their stupidly censored porn. Both the animated stuff and the JAV videos that were ridiculously long.

I looked at my watch again and it showed me that the time in Tokyo was ten minutes past ten in the evening.

That was a little unfortunate, but it was still a country full of hot Japanese girls. I’ll take it.

Still, I felt stupid for not thinking of this before.

I closed my eyes and thought of the Shibuya crossing and the statue of Hachiko the loyal dog. I believed myself to be there. I willed myself to appear there. The sounds changed again. I now heard a large crowd and loud noises from a speaker-

Rain fell on my head.

I opened my eyes.

I stood beside a monument to Hachiko in a circular area in front of the station. It was dark since it was nighttime in Japan, but there were lights from billboards and windows and signs almost everywhere I looked. Large screens were playing various advertisements, and a few speakers were playing audio to things I couldn’t understand.

Crowds of people moved around me holding umbrellas. In fact, everywhere I looked it was a sea of umbrellas. Women in suits, with pants or skirts, hurried home under umbrellas of different colors. Other women in more casual attire walked among the crowd. I even saw some schoolgirls in their pleated skirts in the throng.

The rain fell on me, and a slight chill passed through me as a shudder. I willed for an invisible umbrella to sit above me. It would only stop rain from falling on me but would pass through everything else as if it weren’t there. Next, I willed for my clothes to change slightly to fit the new weather. I gained a jacket that kept the wind from touching me and jeans and shoes that were waterproof.

My head I left uncovered. I usually enjoyed rain and a chillier climate, but if I was going to get up to some sexy shenanigans then I wanted to be somewhat dry. Though... I could probably dry myself in this dreamworld if I needed to, huh?

Oh well. I allowed some rain to fall on me. The feeling was just as soothing to me as it was in real life. My invisible barrier would keep me from getting drenched, but I would allow... let’s say... for every ten drops of rain one would pass through.

I looked around and noticed many of the people around me were hanging around the statue. It did make sense since it was generally used as a meeting spot. And it was used as a photo opportunity. Like the girl that was taking a selfie right then. She held her umbrella as she stood beside the stone dog and used her phone to take a picture. She checked the image before moving away to let others have a turn.

I stood there under the rain and listened to the sound of cars driving on wet roads. I turned around to look across the street and saw buildings with bright lights and signs with Japanese letters advertising things like food, electronics, cosmetics and the like. I could see into the windows of some of the buildings, one of which was a Starbucks. People were sat near the windows and enjoying their coffee while tapping away on their phones.

The cars slowed down to a stop as the lights changed to red. I watched as large crowds of people then converged into the middle of the road and passed by each other, their umbrellas sometimes tugging or tapping against others.

Tokyo really was quite crowded.

I focused back on the meeting area around me. There were these metal railings that were meant to be used instead of benches. They were built around the statue in a circle. No one leaned against them since they were quite wet. The ground was made of square bricks in a circular pattern around Hachiko and the rain coupled with the bright lights gave every wet surface that reflective sheen.

...

I breathed in the cool and wet air.

“I’m in Japan!” I yelled.

Not a single soul turned to look at me. Not the Japanese women, nor the few foreigners in the mix.

I looked at all the Japanese women walking by and felt incredibly giddy. The excitement was bubbling up in me with concerning tremors. I shook a little at the thought of being able to play with these women. More than any others. For some reason Japanese women turned me on the most. Or at least I thought so during my high school years. I had a full on weeaboo phase back then. It was only in my last year, and then in college, that I had calmed down and went through a phase of liking Korean girls. Korea’s K-pop idols were some of the hottest women I had ever seen.

I hated the idol culture stuff, but often fapped to the downright erotic dances they did. Honestly, that shit was softcore porn.

But anyway, Japan. I was here in Japan, and I was going to have a lot of fun.

I looked around, noticing some other landmarks like the weird green train carriage that acted as an information desk. I was also reminded of the time I played Persona 5 as I looked at the entrance to the station. I remembered all the tunnels and paths being very confusing, so I decided not to explore the train system just yet. I wanted to. Definitely, since the trains in Tokyo got really packed. So, packed trains with a world where there were no men? Some of the sexiest shit I’ve ever heard of. And since a popular porn in Japan was molestation on trains, that was absolutely on my list.

Right now, though, I wanted to explore the streets.

I... just didn’t know where to begin. I had no idea what directions had interesting things. Plus, I couldn’t speak or read the language. If there wasn’t a language barrier then I could just ask for directions. There were foreign women, but what was the point in approaching them when I wanted to interact with the Japanese women.

...what if?

What if I could make a Japanese girl with very good English appear? What if I willed for a Japanese girl, who could speak English fluently, to show up here and get her to guide me around the place?

Alternatively, I could just make it so that everyone I talked to could speak English well enough. That way there would be no language barrier besides the writing.

But I did like the idea of having a girl to hang out with and show me around. Hmmm... maybe I could just do both? There wasn’t really a reason not to.

I willed for every person in this dreamworld to be fluent in English when talking with me.

I looked around at the women around me, not sure if my change actually went through. I wasn’t sure what I expected to see, but it was a global change. I wondered if it would have come with some sort of obvious fanfare, but no, there was nothing.

With the rain pouring down I walked up to a couple girls huddled together under one umbrella. One of them had their phone out and the both of them were reading something on the screen.

As I approached them, I took in their classic Japanese features. They had short black hair and dark eyes with the Asian eyelids common in this part of the world. Their faces were pretty cute. The two girls looked like they might be a little older than high school age. Perhaps university students. They wore some casual clothes with cute red and pink skirts showing some delicious legs. They also had cute white and peach colored blouses under black jackets. Their breasts weren’t the biggest, but their tops did have nice amounts of cleavage to look at.

I did my routine of making a ball appear and disappear before I stepped into both of their personal spaces. I stepped close, as if I knew them and watched their faces from mere centimeters away. They spoke in Japanese to each other. Likely about something on the phone they were looking at. I couldn’t understand them, obviously, since they weren’t directing their words at me, but the moment made me think of the subtitles I would read when watching anime.

Could I do that here? Could I make subtitles appear so I could understand them, even when they weren’t speaking directly to me?

I gave it a shot and willed for words, that only I could see, to float in my vision near the speakers face. But only if they were speaking a different language to English and if they were not directly speaking to me.

Immediately, words appeared under one of the girls’ face.

“Kitto kono tōrida yo.” Were the sounds that came out of her mouth. “Sono mise o mita oboe ga aru.”

‘I’m pretty sure it’s this way. I remember seeing that store.’ She said in Japanese and I read in English.

“Chēn-ten janaidesu ka? Koko ni wa takusan iru no janaidesu ka?”

‘Isn’t that a chain store? Aren’t there a lot of them here?’ Her friend replied.

“Sore ga watashi o konran sa sete iru no.”

‘That’s what's confusing me.’

The subtitles worked like a charm. I could understand them as if I was watching a TV show or a movie. Now I needed to hear them speak English.

“Hello.” I said to them from so close. Honestly, my face was so close to theirs that anyone else would have been creeped out. “Do either of you speak English?”

“Ah, hello.” The one who had spoken second answered me with a slight Japanese accent. “Yes, we can speak English.”

Both were now paying attention to me but still didn’t look put off by my proximity. I swallowed some saliva and reached out to both of them as I spoke my next words.

“Would you happen to know where Akihabara is?” I asked as I placed my hands on their hips. There was no reaction to my touch. No change in their expression, no disgust or revulsion.

“Ah, Akihabara.” The young woman responded. “It’s pretty far from here.”

Her accent was present, but not too thick that I couldn’t understand. Actually, her voice was pretty cute.

“It’s about a twenty to thirty-minute train ride.” The other woman spoke up. I moved my hands up their side's and moved them to their arms, clad in black jackets. “You’ll need to take the Yamanote Line or take a bus.”

“I see. Thank you for that.” I said, now with my attention having switched over to what parts of them I was touching. They seemed to sense that and went back to talking to each other in Japanese. The subtitles floated somewhere in my field of view as I looked at their breasts, but I didn’t pay them any mind.

I looked over their cute Japanese bodies and drank in the sight of their short skirts and deep necklines. The rain still fell in the backdrop and the sounds of the Shibuya Scramble Crossing were still pervasive, but all of that became background noise as I touched the girl on the right.

I placed my hand on her exposed thigh, glancing up at her face for a reaction that I knew would not come, and caressed her leg up under the red skirt. I felt the warmth of her flesh, even in the slight chill of the rainy air. I felt the edge of her underwear on the tips of my fingers. I groped her butt and enjoyed the squish between my fingers.

I moved closer to the one on the left and peeked closer at her cleavage. I leaned down and stared at her delicious looking mounds. I reached out and squeezed them through the fabric of her blouse and watched as the flesh moved and squished into different shapes. I then leaned down further to lick what I could reached with my tongue.

She tasted different than every other woman I had tasted here in this Dreamworld. Not bad. Just different.

I licked her some more and moved her clothing aside, along with a cute white bra, to find the nipple. It was a little darker than what I was used to but I sucked it into my mouth regardless. I sucked and nibbled on the teat with not a single complaint from her. I glanced up and saw her still looking over the phone with her friend.

I licked up from her nipple, over her tit flesh and onto her collar bone. From there I licked her neck, moving her head slightly for better reach, and moved my tongue onto her jawline. I licked up her chin and directly into her mouth. I slipped in between her lips and placed a hand on her cheek to moved her face toward me for better access. I then tasted her and sucked on her lips, and generally made out with her, despite her being unresponsive. In fact, that made me hornier in a way. Add in the fact that I was doing this to her in a public place and in front of her friend and I was pitching a hard tent.

Eventually, I needed a moment to breathe. So, I leaned away from her and saw her attention was still on her friend. I leaned in again and licked up the side of her face and traced the tip of my tongue in random circles across her cheek for no other reason than because I could. There was no taste of make-up, so that told me that these women, and probably all women here in this world, went around without make-up or the Dreamworld made sure I didn’t taste something unpleasant.

I glanced around me at all the people and the buildings. I looked up at the night sky and the rain that continued to fall. There was so much to do here. So much to see. I let go of the woman I was holding after a few more groping touches.

I stepped away and grinned like a fool at the things I did and could do. I was experiencing a ridiculous JAV scenario in Japan. All of these women around me were as attractive as the women that appeared in those videos. I could indulge in my mild form of yellow fever to my heart's content here.

The sounds of all the speakers blaring their ads, and the lights illuminating the night, and the rain falling from the dark sky onto the wet pavement or the numerous umbrellas... it all gave me this amazingly realistic vibe. It almost felt like a vividly realistic video game with the atmosphere, but it was more real than that. It was exactly like real life, down to the puddles on the ground and the lights reflecting off of wet surfaces. The people were all women, with no sign of men anywhere, but they moved and talked and acted as humans do. They all moved about their business completely independent of me.

And the voices. I could hear Japanese being spoken from many directions. Something about that detail really tickled me. After spending so many hours of my life watching anime and hearing the language and fantasizing about learning it or visiting this country... It was all so... exciting. I was feeling a little giddy. And now I could talk with any of these women too. There was no longer a language barrier for me. I could go anywhere and talk to anyone without worry. That fact felt so freeing. Just like everything else I was able to do in this dreamworld. It was all so freeing.

I looked around and once again thought about having a guide show me around. I scanned the crowd to see if anyone struck my fancy. They all looked great and sexy, but I wondered if there was someone that really stuck out to me.

My eyes roved over all the women and girls in the moving crowd. There looked to be all sorts of people here. Businesswomen, schoolgirls, women in casual clothes, some in more fashionable outfits. Some were out in groups, others seemed to be on a date, and others were alone or waiting for someone by the Hachiko statue.

After almost doing a three-sixty, my eyes fell on a young woman. Her outfit was the thing that caught my eyes first. She had this sort of “Rock’n’roll” feel to her. She wore a leather jacket over an asymmetrical red tank top that bared one side of her chest, revealing a thick looking black bra-like piece of clothing. The bra-like thing might also have been leather or faux leather. The red top had studs along the asymmetrical neckline and deliberate tears by the hem for style. She also wore dark and tight shorts that had short slits on the sides with two lace strings connecting the cuts. One leg wore a thigh high black sock made of faux leather that shone nicely in the nightlife of Shibuya. The sock was attached to a couple thigh straps that made her thigh look thick and juicy and squishy. The other leg didn’t have a thigh high sock but there was a single lone strap that made the squish apparent on that leg too. She wore black leather boots that went some of the way up her shins and I could see a red sock poking out from the boot on the leg without the thigh high sock. I looked back up to her neck and saw a few accessories. A black choker with a metal loop, then a silver chain with some sort of symbol. Further up and I saw her short black hair and its red streak down one side of her face. And her face was so God damn cute, but also quite mature for someone who looked like she just graduated high school. Though, it was a little difficult to tell since I wasn’t standing all that close.

Damn though. She was really expressing herself with that outfit. I loved the fashion sense and the rocker vibes. She stood close to a wall near the road and held an umbrella. She looked like she was waiting for someone as she tapped away on her phone.

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