Dreaming. I was convinced that this was a dream.
It was too unrealistic.
I, Kito Yuma, was holding a woman in my dream.
I fucked the woman on all fours on the bed from behind.
I was on my back and the woman was swinging her hips.
I stired the blindfolded and handcuffed woman's crotch with my fingers.
The scene switches.
This time I was on a train. The train was full of people.
Men surrounding me. Women are sparse.
The train stops and people get off at once. Against my will, my body is also moving forward. I arrive at a large building.
What am I doing here? Don't tell I'm working here…?
We have a meeting and get to work. Apparently I'm some kind of technician. I'm chatting happily with a woman and doing something. I have a meeting with a man and have lunch.
Occasionally I take out my phone and exchange messages with the woman. It is evening and it looks like I am leaving. I travel by train and arrive at some station. But there are still a lot of people everywhere. Then, I call out to the woman. It's the first time I've seen her. We went somewhere together, arm in arm.
After finishing dinner at a restaurant, I arrived at a hotel. There I held her again.
The scenes are switching one after another, like changing channels.
I seem to live my life working, chatting happily with my colleagues and subordinates and having women on a whim. Men and women are equal and full of vitality. I felt a little envious.
The scene switched again.
I was on a train wearing a suit.
Suddenly, I feel pain in my chest. I couldn't breathe. I fell down. I have a terrible headache. I started to feel faint. There is a commotion around me. I also have a terrible ringing in my ears. Noisy. My vision flickers and flickers, and eventually ... goes dark.
Beyond the pitch-black vision, I saw a light.
The light got bigger and bigger and the moment I was sucked into the light I woke up.
I must have been dreaming. This is my usual room and the book I was reading yesterday before going to bed is on my pillow.
A dreamed of a world I don't know. No, I knew it already.
Somehow I knew that this was a different world from the one I had lived in. But it is certainly a world in which I lived.
Originally, in my world, men don't blend into society like that. There should not be a world where men can talk to women like that on equal terms. What I saw in my dream was a world where it was as if the positions of women and men were reversed.
If you had told me this yesterday, I would have been dismissed it with a laugh. But now I know. That dream world is also reality.
I don't know why, but even the memories of things I didn't dream about are still in my head. I was working in technical development at an electronics manufacturer. I graduated from Tokyo Institute of Technology with a master's degree. But I had never heard of the Tokyo Institute of Technology.
I take a deep breath to calm my head and heart. I still have a slight headache, but it's not a problem.
Just as I'm about to get up, there's a knock at the door. I wondered for a moment who it was, but then I quickly realised.
It's Kabashima Ryoka, a woman who works in this house. To be precise, she is a woman who has been dispatched by the government to look after me.
One of the policies of this country is 'male privilege'. The population ratio in this country is eight women to two men, making men rare. In order to protect these rare men, it is policy to give them preferential treatment.
One of the measures is that if a man asks for it, he is given state owned land and a house to live in. The house I live in was given to me under that measure. In addition, the house where the man lives is always staffed by a woman dispatched by the state.
The woman dispatched to my house is Kabashima Ryoka. Her age is… how old is she? I don't remember because I wasn't interested.
The door is knocked on again. The reason why it was knocked a little harder than before is probably because she felt uneasy about my lack of response.
I replied with "Come in". After responding, I realised that I had never let Kabashima-san into my room before…
Kabashima-san bows gracefully. As usual, she has her black hair tied up in a ponytail, is wearing a clean shirt and a black apron. She looks just like a housekeeper.
"Ah, good morning."
I reply with a smile. It was unconscious. It is a strange feeling, as if it was ingrained in my body that it is common sense to return greetings when you are greeted. It's as if my body and thoughts are not the same as they used to be…
Kabashima-san looks surprised that I returned her greeting. I have never talked to Kabashima-san before, let alone greeted her.
I've never been good with women until now… or I probably have detested them. In the first place, I had little to do with women. I have an older sister and a younger sister, but I can hardly remember talking to either of them.
Women do not hide their own sexual desires and look at men in a lecherous way. A few of my friends also said they were afraid of women. I learnt from history that in the past, they also disregarded men's human rights.
I may have come to dislike women because of these influences before I knew it.
However, I don't have any aversion to Kabashima-san right now, in fact, I only have a positive impression of her.
Kabashima-san regained her composure and began to open the curtains. With her back to me, I can get a good look at her well-shaped butt through her tight-fitting beige skirt. I can't see her panty line – is she wearing a thong or something?
"Yuma-sama, would you like bread for breakfast as usual?"
"Oh, that's fine. Thank you."
I subconsciously replied again. It can't be helped. I was busy observing Kabashima-san's figure.
Kabashima-san walked in front of the bed I was sitting on to leave the room. The moment she glanced at me, Kabashima-san stopped moving. Kabashima-san's gaze remained fixed on one point and did not move.
I wondered what was wrong, and when I looked to where Kabashima-san's eyes were focused, I saw that my crotch area was rising, lifting up the thin blanket and forming a large tent. I must have gotten an erection from closely observing Kabashima-san's butt.
Kabashima-san forcibly averted her gaze with a startled look, bowed lightly and tried to leave the room.
"Kabashima-san."
A sense of mischief began to swell up inside me. I got off the bed and faced Kabashima-san.
"Kabashima-san, I'm thirsty, I would like you to bring me some water."
Kabashima-san's cheeks are flushed. Her gaze glances at my crotch. Not surprisingly, my son is lifting up my pants as if he's about to burst through them.
"Yes. Yes, I understand. Please wait a moment."
Kabashima-san ran away from the room as if she was fleeing. She has a cute reaction. I return to bed with a smirk on my face.
After sitting on the bed, I suddenly realise. Why am I revealing my sexual desire like a woman? Why am I lusting after a woman's body? Suddenly, I feel as if my body does not belong to me.
No, isn't it natural for a man to desire a woman, just as a woman desires a man? Kabashima-san is an attractive woman. A body that is plump and shows where it is supposed to show. She has a kind expression. And a strong interest in men.
She has been taking care of me for four years without making a single displeased face towards me, who has been behaving in an indifferent manner. She is a very kind person.
I answered, "Please come in". When I responded, Kabashima-san entered, carrying a cup and a jug on a tray.
"I have brought you some water."
After placing the tray on the table in the middle of the room and pouring water into the glass, she hands me the glass as I sat on the bed.
"Thank you" I responded, accepted the cup and drank it all at once. When I returned the cup to Kabashima-san, our hands touched.
Kabashima-san was startled, but accepted the cup without dropping it.
"Would you like another glass?"
"No, I'm fine. Thanks."
It was a simple exchange, but Kabashima-san smiled very happily. During this exchange, Kabashima-san's eyes kept glancing towards my crotch. I also glance at Kabashima-san's breasts that push up her apron and her great ass, so it's a mutual thing.
I've got some certainty, so I took action.
"Kabashima-san, are you curious?"
"What do you mean?"
Kabashima-san suddenly looked away and pretended to be oblivious. Her cheeks are flushed.
I get up and stand in front of Kabashima-san. I am somewhat taller than her. She looks a little intimidated when I approach her in a distance where I can almost breathe on her. I smile at her and take Kabashima-san's hand while pulling away the cup in her hand. Kabashima-san's hand, suddenly touched and startled, is a bit cold, smooth and small. I guide such a woman's hand to a certain area.
"Ah…"
Kabashima-san's hand touches an object so taut that it seems to pierce through the thin pants of my pyjamas.
"Oh,… this is…"
Kabashima-san's hand wraps around my crotch through my trousers.
I only guided her a little. Kabashima-san's hand easily slid past mine and became engrossed in the stiff, taut meat pole.
Kabashima-san's hands crawled all over me enthusiastically gripping my cock, pinching my glans, checking my balls.
"Kabashima-san. Please feel it directly."
I pulled down my underwear and my pyjama trousers.
With a smack, a hot, hard rod of flesh slapped my lower abdomen.
"Wow. …so hot…"
A cold hand wraps around my crotch. The hand gently squeezes and rubs from the base of my cock to the glans, as if checking the shape of the glans, measuring the height of the shaft and the thickness of the pole.
"Oh ... it's so hard ... and hot .... This is ..., oh!"
Kabashima-san, who was entranced with an enraptured expression, suddenly cried out and let her hand go.
"Excuse me! I'm sorry! I forgot myself and…"
Kabashima-san repeatedly apologises, bowing her head more than 90 degrees. For a moment I wonder what she's talking about, but it's probably an apology for getting carried away and touching all over my penis.
I asked her first, so there was no problem.
"Kabashima-san."
"Yes, ...."
Kabashima-san responds with a mosquito-like voice. You don't have to be so scared…
"Lick me."
I thrust my throbbing cock in front of Kabashima-san, who lowered her head.
Kabashima, Ryoka (28).
Servant dispatched by the state to work for Kito Yuma.
Height 165 cm, G-cup.