Persona 5: Maze of the Heart

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Similarities between characters or events to persons living or dead in your world are purely coincidental.
All individuals featured engaging in explicit actions are aged eighteen or above.
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Ren watched the sun lower itself behind the horizon, dragging the remaining rays of daylight down with it. Streetlights took up the duty of illuminating the roads and footpaths of his hometown. Whenever he saw people walking those streets, it was always in groups of two or more, but never alone.

If you were alone, you were . Everyone learned that from him.

If one were to visit this town a few years ago and mention the name “Ren Amamiya” to any of the locals, most would respond with words along the lines of “Oh that Ren boy! I heard he’s a thug!” However, if one were to ask them nowadays, they would say “Ah Ren! He saved a poor lady from a scumbag politician!”

The duality of man. Ren thought, laying prone on his bed while peering out the window of his second-story bedroom.

His eyes jumped from one passer-by to another. Some were familiar, others new. There was no real purpose to this people watching except killing time. Ren was back home from university for the summer break. Even though his holiday had only begun, he was already bored out of his mind.

His hometown was a meek place with a few noteworthy features, similar to Yongen-jaya. Yet unlike Yongen-jaya, when you wanted something new, there was no easy train ride to places like Shibuya, Shinjuku, Akihabara or Kichijoji. In theory, he could catch a train to Tokyo, but it wasn’t exactly convenient nor was it fair to his parents, though the situation with them was a little… complicated.

His eyes drifted aimlessly until catching sight of a trio of women. One appeared to be local; a typical Japanese woman with a slender build and dark, shoulder-length hair. The other two ladies were quite different. They both had rich, brown skin. He’d seen a good number of women like them during a school trip to Hawaii. Maybe they were tourists or oversea friends visiting the local woman.

The woman’s clothes exposed a good portion of skin; quite reasonable given how humid the summer nights were. Fabric hugged the parts of them that were covered, showing off their figures. Their bodies were curvy, enough to make Ann green with envy. One of the ladies in particular was quite bottom heavy. In a good way.

Ren recalled a bit of trivia he once heard from a teacher at Shujin Academy, he believed it was from Mr. Hiruta. Apparently, body fat is distributed differently depending a person’s ethnicity. In the case of black woman, it would gather at their rear. The two women verified this.

He watched them sauntered down the street, their tight pants failing to restrain the jiggle of their plump cheeks. The head of a thong peaked out form the top of one of the ladies’ shorts.

A pain yanked Ren from his gazing. He rolled off his belly onto his side, revealing a tent he was pitching under his shorts. He stared at his entombed erection for a few moments before his face went red and he exhaled something between a sigh and grumble.

The tent eventually collapsed after a couple of minutes.

Abandoning the window, Ren sat down in a swivel chair next to his desk. He spun in it several times. He found himself strangely thankful for being alone. Getting a boner while staring at random women was awkward enough, but having someone witness it would be worse.

Ryuji, Ann, Yusuke, Makoto, Futaba, Haru, and Sumire were elsewhere in Japan, pursuing their own life goals. The one companion who was still with him was Morgana. Even then, his feline friend spent more time with his mom.

When Ren returned from his year-long transfer at Shujin with Mona, he dreaded how his parents would react to their son bringing a cat home. Fortunately, his mother was a cat person. She practically cradled Morgana like a baby when she first saw him. His mom spoiled Mona with regular belly rubs and tuna. The embodiment of humanity’s hope spent the majority of his days nestled on her lap, drawing annoyed glances from the father of the house.

Even when Ren went off to university, Morgana insisted he’d been fine on his own. Ren couldn’t disagree with Mona. He was an adult now. No need for a guidance from a talking cat, but it did leave him with a strange void inside him, like a train without a timetable.

Ren huffed. Maybe it was his boredom. Maybe it was the intense studying he were through at university. Maybe it was the heat in his room, which the air-conditioner was struggling to counteract. Maybe it was the lack of Metaverse action. Or perhaps it was all four which brewed a confusing stress within him.

Suddenly, his phone rumbled on his desk. Ren snatched it up like a snake springing at prey. Someone sent him a text.