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“The thunderbolts have hardly moved, it seems,” Tengo said. “Lightning storms
don’t usually go on this long.”
Fuka-Eri looked up at the ceiling. “It won’t go anywhere for a while.”
“How long a while?”
Fuka-Eri did not answer him. Tengo went on holding Fuka-Eri apprehensively, his
unanswered question and his useless erection both intact.
“We will go to the cat town again,” Fuka-Eri said. “So we have to sleep.”
“Do you think we
can
sleep with all this thunder going? And it’s barely past nine,”
Tengo said anxiously.
Tengo arranged mathematical formulas in his head. It was a problem concerning
long, complex mathematical formulas, but he already knew the answer. The
assignment was to find how quickly and by how short a route he could arrive at the
answer. He wasted no time setting his mind in motion, pushing his brain to the point
of abuse. But this did nothing to relieve his erection. Its hardness only seemed to
increase.
“We can sleep,” Fuka-Eri said.
And she was right. Even in the midst of the violent downpour, surrounded by
thunder rattling the building, and beset by his jangled nerves and his stubborn
erection, Tengo drifted into sleep before he knew it. He couldn’t believe such a thing
was possible, and yet …
This is total chaos
, Tengo thought just before he fell asleep.
I’ve got to find the
shortest route to the solution. Time is running out, and there’s so little space on the
examination sheet they distributed
. Tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock dutifully counted
off time.
He was naked when he awoke, and so was Fuka-Eri. Completely and totally naked.
Her breasts were perfect hemispheres. Her nipples were not overly large, and they
were soft, still quietly groping for the maturity that was to come. Her breasts
themselves were large, however, and fully ripe. They seemed to be virtually
uninfluenced by the force of gravity, the nipples turned beautifully upward, like a
vine’s new tendrils seeking sunlight. The next thing that Tengo became aware of was
that Fuka-Eri had no pubic hair. Where there should have been pubic hair there was
only smooth, bare white skin, its whiteness giving emphasis to its utter
defenselessness. She had her legs spread; he could see her vagina. Like the ear he had
been staring at, it looked as if it had just been made only moments before. And
perhaps it really had been made only moments before.
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