"..."
"Nifuji-kun, here~!"
Yamada, or Tayama, who she had always called herself, to hide her true identity from Nifuji, called him as soon as she saw him appear.
Still, Nifuji hesitated for a while, but he decided to walk toward the back area of the supermarket to smoke, as he had to admit that the cold, hard, and slightly uncomfortable, yet quiet place was the best place to smoke since if no one called him, he might go to near the beach, staring at the ocean, as he smoked, thinking of his life, but with Tayama, he knew that it was impossible.
No, he could refuse by saying that he was busy, but in the end, he came to her, as he knew that it would be too cold—
Damn, why did he continue to make excuses?
After all, what he wanted was simple, and that was just to fuck all types of women, and make them into his harem, then collect them like one collects something as a hobby.
Horrible, shitty, and scumbag.
Nifuji felt like the worst, and sometimes he wished he could return to the past, when he could date just one woman. After all, when he thought about how his system was, as long as he got one woman, his life was as good as set. Even if he didn't work at the company and quit his job, he could live on passive income from his property investments, blue-chip stocks, and even a deposit or government bonds, using the interest, and just have fun with his chosen one.
Unfortunately, he had slept with all the women, and it was impossible to untangle them, as they had deeply fallen for him. If he somehow parted ways with them, he could imagine that they would do an extreme thing, such as being a stalker, or even committing suicide.
Yes, if they parted from him, he would be fine, but if he parted from them, no one among them would be fine, as he had broken them, making them unable to fall in love with anyone but him.
His words might sound narcissistic, but the reality is that, while some might say it wasn't the case, in the majority of cases, we are attracted to those we can't get.
Even if Nifuji wanted to leave, it was impossible, as he had made it impossible for them to live properly without him.
If he were a scumbag who had just plunged his cock, and left the women, letting them become single mothers, like how the others were, running away like cowards, without taking the responsibility, he knew he wouldn't have a problem, but he wanted to be like a man.
Yes, a man.
Nifuji didn't want to be like a king, an emperor, or many other professions, who usually had a lot of women. Still, he just wanted to be like the man was originally, like how Adam followed his partner, Eve, out of heaven, and searched for her despite how far they had parted.
Despite the many problems Eve had caused, in the end, she did it out of love, and Adam couldn't leave her or be with her till the end.
Nifuji thought that he should be like that, yet could he?
"....."
He lit up his Mavis brand cigarette, sucking in the nicotine as his tongue felt the sweetness from the filter, a reminder of the berry-menthol taste.
"Fuh..."
He exhaled his cigarette smoke, slowly and steadily, and it formed a laminar flow. It emerged as a solid, ghostly ribbon before the air currents in space caught it, twisting it into "Kelvin-Helmholtz" instabilities—the swirling, fractal patterns known as the classic "smoke curls."
Yet, for Tayama, who saw all of this, she was just as entranced as the act of smoking seemed so elegant on him, especially when he dressed so impeccably and elegantly with Chelsea boots, boot cut jeans, a black t-shirt, and a brown leather bomber jacket that just sat right on his waist.
The way he dressed, and his eyes that were hidden behind his lens, as his Adam's apple moved, Tayama couldn't look away from his face that exuded the aura of melancholy and determination.
"Are you fine?"
"Hmm... I guess, I feel a bit iffy today."
"What's wrong?"
Nifuji didn't answer immediately and turned to Tayama, who was staring at him, waiting for his answer, eagerly listening to his words, hoping she could be his power. He smiled softly and asked, "What about you? Are you fine after that? Are you going to work till morning later?"
Their last meeting was at Tayama's apartment, where she had just come from her night shift in the early morning. Yet she still prepared his breakfast and ate with him before she went to sleep, as he left her.
Naturally, he didn't do anything, and as he thought of what he had done to Sumi, he felt that it was wrong of him to make a move on Tayama, as he thought that there would be a better man, out there, who could give all of his love to her, yet did what woman want was the entire heart of a man?
Nifuji wasn't sure, yet a relationship was so complex that it gave him a headache, as he didn't know what was right or wrong.
If it was like a mathematic where 2 + 2 = 4, then which was simple and had only one answer, it would be okay, but for a relationship, there were tons, or even thousands of shapes a relationship could take, and it was impossible to apply the same answer to everyone, yet even so, he knew well that the basic of a relationship for a woman toward a man was simple, and that was to be capable, to give the woman a sense of security, and to make them able to show their weakness.
The ability to be weak, probably, was something that most women had lost, as the environment forced them to grow stronger despite how much they wished for it, and because of that, even if Nifuji didn't really do anything, all of the women would be attracted to him, like he had his own gravity, the sun—
"....."
Nifuji stopped all of his words, as he looked at Tayama dumbfoundedly—why?
It was because all of a sudden, her lips took over his, kissing him, as her tongue lightly licked against his before she moved away, staring at him with a reddened face, as she asked, "Do you feel okay now?"
"..."
Nifuji took a deep breath and said, "One more, and I will feel better."
"Bastard."
Yet, despite her curse, Tayama kissed him once again, as their tongues danced, licking like two cats that licked each other.
Yup, let's get everything out for now.