C2 Part1

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The Raccoon Wants To Run Away From The Dragon.

“Hey. You, What are you doing here looking like that?”

An incredulous and disgusted-sounding voice came down from above my head and made me open my eyes with a grunt.

In front of me were bony bare feet.

As I looked up I saw Jeans torn in places, a hand holding a plastic bag with some leeks sticking out of it, a kappogi, and a flirtatious-looking man with dark blond hair looking down at me with a frown…

“Mamma…”

“Who’s your mother, you motherfucker! Don’t just lie there, sit on the sofa! Fuck!! What the hell is wrong with you?!! What the fuck are you doing?!”

I thought that the barking noise was too loud… but I got up sluggishly anyway, and somehow sat upright on the spot.

♡♡♡The Raccoon Wants to Run Away From the Dragon♡♡♡

I, Meiko Tanuki, 26, did it last night. Absolutely! I did it…

I succeeded in picking up an unbelievably sexy man, spent a night of dazzling eroticism and had a morning of sweet romance like a foreign film, but I didn’t expect my love affair to be with a gangster……it’s a scam!

There are women who cling to men after getting Creampied saying ‘take responsibility’, but there’s no one else in the world who’s dumb enough to get threatened with ‘Take responsibility if you ate my seeds’.

Furthermore, although there are men who run away after ejaculating inside, I’m the only woman who wants to run away after being fucked raw, aren’t I?

I’ve lived as a woman for 26 years, and I’ve longed to be a heroine in a romance movie, but I’ve never longed to be the woman of the next head of a Yakuza-clan!

Ugh… ugh, I want to go home.

I wiped my tears with a tissue, which were blotting out miserably, and in the process I also wiped the fishy liquid dripping from my vagina, then I took a bath and that’s how I got here.

I couldn’t find my underwear or the clothes I was wearing yesterday anywhere, so I put on the ridiculously comfortable, overstuffed bathrobe I’d found in the changing room and, not wanting to go back to bed, I went into the living room but was afraid to sit on the terracotta colored, expensive-looking leather sofa without any pants on.

I finally decided to sit on one corner of the rug for the time being. … But before I knew it, I was lying down and sleeping soundly.

“Hey! Woman! Do you like the ground so much? …Well, never mind. Come on, eat.”

I woke up but was still in a daze when the Charai Mum, who had disappeared with a plastic bag, came back to me.

On the shiny glass table, there was egg porridge with leeks, cucumber and turnip pickles, and spinach with sesame paste. Along with the steam, there was a good smell that stimulated my hunger.

The sound of my stomach growling rushed me, and I approached the table from the corner of the rug, shuffling my arms and legs like an animal while hurriedly saying “Itadakimasu” , and with a bamboo spoon, I heartily scooped up a mouthful of the food.

Ah, ah, that’s hot! …But it’s so delicious!

The pain in my head was completely gone after I went back to sleep, and I was even hungrier than I thought I’d be, so I gobbled it all up in a second.

“… You! What kind of stray dog are you…??”

I thought to myself, “You’re the dog, you know, a barking noisy bad dog…”

The nerve of this donkey-faced charlatan!!

He was currently sitting on the sofa watching me with a bewildered face.

Ah! But dogs don’t make such good food. Okay, I’m really sorry I called you a spoiled dog yesterday.

After eating every last grain that remained at the bottom of the bowl, I sincerely thanked him for the meal.

“It was delicious. Thank you Mommy!”

“Who the hell is your mother!!!!””

Despite yelling at me, the Charai mother skillfully took away the empty bowl in front of me.

Okaasan…

The back of his thin kappogi overlapped with the back of my own mother who had the body of a Shigaraki raccoon.

Ugh… mum. I haven’t been home for 5 years since I moved to Tokyo… I stayed in order to spend time with Shinjo-san, but this year I’m finally going home to spend New Year’s with my parents.

I’ll be finishing work in a few days. Since the year we started dating, it has become a routine for me to spend my holidays with Shinjo-san, so I don’t have any plans for this year.

Usually I would start Ōmisoka with New Year’s Eve sex and end it with New Year’s Day sex.

I would wake up around noon, eat some Ozoni and pay my first visit to the shrine.

I miss the days when I asked for ‘to be with Shinjo-san all the time’.

I mean, does it make sense for me to get dumped on Christmas Eve after offering a lot of money every year in such a crowded place!

What kind of famous shrine is this where the god of love presides, don’t joke with me! Give me back four years’ worth of money!

I will never go there again. Not this year, nor the next year or the year after that. Never again!!

I’m going to the shrine near my parents’ house instead to pray for my health!

…If I can get out of this flat safely that is…

In the meantime, I have work tomorrow and I want to go back to my apartment.

I said I’d wait for him, but if possible I want to leave without seeing Oniichan ‘face.

I’m really scared of talking about how to take responsibility.

I don’t know what’s going to happen to me.

Responsibility for eating his offsprings…. I wonder how much the seeds of a great gangster are worth.

They are kind of valuable to those types of people… you know?

I work for a company and I have some money saved up for my wedding, but it’s only a small amount of money for a fifth-year graduate.

What happens if I can’t pay? How do they get paid if I can’t pay them?

What will happen if they sell me to a brothel like in those gangster movies? Will they make me pay with my own body?

I wonder if it will be something like that. If that is the case, I, a fat, short, raccoon-faced 26-year-old, even though I am young, I am sure to be dropped into the lowest level of the sex industry.

The bald, fat old man in charge of the adjacent section, who seems to have managed to get promoted on the basis of his age, will play with my body as he likes, and even if I work without a break, I won’t have enough money to pay for his dammed seeds!!!!

Finally I will break down and die………….Yuu,Yuu, Yuu……