Chapter 1 — The Tale of a Married Woman's Genji - 1

As afternoon lectures ended, David Yumizu was walking down the corridor toward the elevator lobby when a clear voice called his name from behind.

He stopped and turned to see Sarah Sonoka.

Dressed in traditional Japanese attire, Sarah approached with a gentle smile gracing her softly rounded white cheeks.

She wore a gray komon kimono patterned with white bellflowers, tightly cinched with a red obi. The poised, serene aura of a composed woman radiated from her down to her small feet clad in white tabi socks.

“Did you need something…?”

David spoke, his eyes briefly catching sight of the soft swell of her married woman’s bosom beneath the kimono.

Between the overlapping blue juban collar and the kimono’s neckline, a sliver of pale, almost translucent skin peeked through.

“Have you forgotten? We made plans for tonight.”

Her eyes, playful and mischievous, tilted upward toward David’s tall frame.

“Did we make such an arrangement…?”

“Yes. Last week, after class, you took me and the others out for drinks in Ginza. That night…”

He remembered now.

The previous week, after teaching his course on The Tale of Genji at the cultural school, he’d joined a handful of young housewives—six or so—for drinks in Ginza. Sarah had been among them. He’d taken them to his usual bar, and when it was time to go home, he’d shared a taxi with Sarah.

“Teacher, that was too much. You only saw her home?”

“No, we happened to be going the same way. Sengawa-ya, wasn’t it? That’s where you live?”

He offered a reasonable excuse, seeking Sarah’s approval.

“Yes.”

She’d agreed, and David had brushed off the other housewives who clearly resented being left behind.

Later, he’d coaxed Sarah into a second round at his favorite bar, then escorted her all the way to Sengawa-ya. In the taxi on the way back, a sudden wave of intoxication had surged through him.

He must have flirted outrageously with her—perhaps even kissed her—but he couldn’t recall exactly what had passed between them.

Yet he remembered the soft, downy sensation of her lips, so he must have at least kissed her in the car.

But how they’d ended up making plans for tonight—he couldn’t remember that at all.

“You said you were very interested in my body,” Sarah whispered, stepping closer to him now, her voice low.

Her round eyes flickered with a knowing glint, the look of someone sharing a secret, a conspirator drawing near.

Her hair was neatly pinned up at the nape, revealing the smooth white nape of her neck. A faint, pleasant scent drifted from her collar and skin.

Back then, after the Ginza drinks, she’d worn a simple, modest dress with barely any perfume. But today, she was drenched in a sweet, cloying fragrance.

Truth be told, David had always felt more than mere curiosity toward Sarah Sonoka.

His classical literature class drew over twenty housewives, but Sarah stood out—relatively young, always present, never missing a single lecture on The Tale of Genji.

Though her husband was said to be a high-ranking executive at a well-known company, Sarah carried herself with an air of fragility, as if she might crumble at a touch.

Beneath her demure clothing and composed demeanor lingered the faint scent of a woman waiting to be desired.

Her features were distinct—average height, softly rounded figure—but what captivated David most was the faint, alluring melancholy in her expression, barely visible on her pale cheeks.

He couldn’t recall how the date had been arranged, but one thing was certain: Sarah had come tonight fully prepared to surrender her body.

Then there was no need to hesitate. He would simply savor the dizzying pleasure awaiting him.

David let his eyes roam over Sarah’s kimono-clad form, all the while scanning the corridor around them.

It was nearly time for classes to end on the other floors. Housewives—students—were beginning to spill out from classrooms, some offering polite nods as they passed.

In this setting, there was no way to indulge in a deep, intimate conversation with a woman.

“This isn’t the place to talk. People are watching.”

“Then shall I wait for you somewhere else?”

Her eyes danced with mischief, pouting slightly as they gazed into his.

David paused, then lowered his voice.

“How about this? There’s a quiet bar on the 45th floor of the Continental Hotel just ahead. Wait for me there. I have some office work to finish first.”

Sarah nodded, her eyes flicking toward the elevator.

He noticed a few middle-aged housewives lingering near the elevator, stealing glances at them. Sarah caught his meaning.

“You have many fans, teacher. Perhaps because you’re so gentlemanly. I should leave before others grow more jealous… But do come as quickly as you can.”

She murmured the words, gazing at him sweetly, then turned and walked swiftly toward the elevator.

After arranging the meeting with Sarah, David stopped by the first-floor office, wrapped up a few minor tasks, exchanged small talk with the staff, and prepared to leave.

The Asahi Culture Center Building in Nishi-Shinjuku housed a health club on the first and basement floors, restaurants and lounges on the second, and David’s weekly classical literature class on the third and fourth floors.

The Continental Hotel, where Sarah waited, stood just across the way.

Evening shadows were beginning to fall.

The ginkgo trees lining the avenue had shed all their leaves. Dry, yellow ones skittered across the pavement, brushing against David’s feet in the wind.

It was the kind of season that made one want to pull on a coat.

David crossed the street and entered the revolving doors of the Continental Hotel.

The bar where Sarah waited was on the top floor, but David didn’t head straight there. First, he went to the front desk.

Sarah was about to betray her husband tonight.

She hadn’t explicitly said she wanted to sleep with him, but her presence spoke volumes—she was ready to share a night of ecstasy.

If that was the case, there was no need to overthink her feelings.

After a drink at the bar, he would take her to a room.

He stepped up to the front desk beside the lobby.

If no rooms were available, he’d planned to hail a taxi and head straight to a love hotel. But to his relief, a high-end double room was vacant.

David booked it.

On the registration card, he wrote a common, unremarkable name and a fake phone number.

Though he held the title of assistant professor in the literature department at Tōdō University, he was single—using his real name wouldn’t matter much.

Still, the reason for renting the room felt slightly shameful.

And because of that shame, he always used a pseudonym when booking a room for sex with a woman.

After paying 40,000 yen and receiving the key, David took the express elevator up to the bar where Sarah waited.

The top-floor bar was intimate, centered around a compact counter, its wide windows offering a breathtaking night view of the city.

Sarah sat at the far end of the counter, waiting.

When she saw David enter, she gave a small, polite bow.

A gentle smile spread across her pale face.

“Did I keep you waiting long?”

“About thirty minutes. This place has a wonderful view.”

David ordered the same gin and tonic as Sarah.

“There was something I heard in the classroom hallway… Last week, in the taxi, I was drunk and asked to meet you again. Do you remember what I said?”

He kept his gaze on the pale nape of her neck, visible in the dim light.

“Are you sure you want me to say it?”

Sarah slowly turned toward him, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Her lips, thin as flower petals, glistened faintly pink—a strangely alluring sight.

“Tell me. What did I say to persuade you? I don’t remember, but did I say something crude?”

Sarah leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. A soft, warm breath grazed his cheek.

“…I’ll give you 100,000 yen if you sleep with me. You said things about my body—this, that, all sorts of things. You talked like Hikaru Genji during the ‘Rainy Night Discussions,’ describing everything in detail.”

She pulled back, stifling a quiet, delighted laugh.

“I must’ve said some terribly inappropriate things.”

“I didn’t find it offensive at all.”

“But it was your true feeling, wasn’t it? And honestly, why wouldn’t 100,000 yen be enough?”

This time, David leaned in, pressing his lips to the ear half-hidden by her hair.

Sarah flushed, her cheeks reddening. She giggled, as if tickled.

She didn’t agree outright, but she didn’t resist either.

In that moment, David realized—Sarah had accepted his offer of a 100,000-yen night of sex.

“Let’s go to the room…”

David picked up the check and stood, gently pulling the kimono-clad Sarah to her feet.

As he led her from the bar toward the room, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind.

It was strange—why would a woman from such a privileged household, a woman of dignity, respond to an offer so crass, so like something said to a bar hostess?

He couldn’t believe he’d actually said, “I’ll give you 100,000 yen…”—but perhaps, in his drunken stupor, he had.

Yet it was even stranger that Sarah, a woman of pride and status, would accept money for her body.

(…Maybe she’s in some kind of financial trouble. Or perhaps she’s using the money as an excuse to indulge in pleasure…)

David decided to dismiss the suspicion that way.

Truthfully, he had never been one to pry into a woman’s private affairs.

More importantly, tonight, for the first time in a long while, his heart was pounding.

Once alone with Sarah in the room, the faint doubt in his mind would be swept away by overwhelming desire.

“It feels… strange, taking money. Like a prostitute.”

When David pulled ten 10,000-yen bills from his wallet, folded them in half, and placed them on the desk, Sarah tucked them into her crocodile handbag and closed it, speaking shyly.

“You don’t have to think of it that way. A woman as lovely as you coming here is gift enough. As a man, it’s only natural to offer something in return.”

David stepped away from Sarah, who stood before the mirror, and walked to the window to draw the curtains double.

“Teacher is so kind. I… I’m a little nervous.”

Sarah looked at David, seated on the sofa by the window, her voice sweet and delicate.

For a married woman nearing thirty, her voice was unusually soft, almost childlike.

David was drawn not only to her feminine beauty but also to the tenderness in her voice, which stirred something deep within him.

“Go take a shower.”

“You go first.”

“No, ladies first. I can wait.”

“Then I’ll go first?”

She smiled faintly, turned toward the wardrobe, and turned her back to him, placing both hands behind her obi to untie it.

David rose from the sofa, dimmed the lights, and approached her from behind as she loosened her obi and began removing her jacket.

Without a word, he placed both hands on the shoulders of her kimono and leaned in for a kiss.

Sarah turned only her face back toward him, accepting his mouth with her small, soft lips.

David deepened the kiss, pressing harder with the hands on her shoulders, sucking greedily at the downy-soft texture of her lips.

As their mouths opened, he slipped his tongue inside—immediately, Sarah’s tongue slid into his mouth.

A faint breath escaped through her nostrils, and her small, slick tongue—like a wet mollusk—danced inside, tickling his.

As their tongues entwined in a deep, hungry kiss, David grew wildly aroused. He fumbled with his belt, unfastened it, pulled down his zipper, and pulled out his erect cock.

When he grasped Sarah’s left wrist, the veins on the object exposed to the air began to throb.

Still kissing, Sarah turned toward him and gently wrapped her slender fingers around the swollen head of his cock.

She stroked him, firming his erection.

Still kissing, David stretched out his right arm and firmly closed the wardrobe door, then pressed Sarah—still in her kimono—against it.

He broke the kiss and pressed his lips hard against her white neck.

“Hnnn…”

A moan escaped her mouth and nose, her head tilting back involuntarily.

David bent slightly, lifting the hem of Sarah’s kimono and the under-skirt beneath, groping her round buttocks as he hooked her right leg into his armpit.

“Ah, no…”

One leg, still in white tabi, lifted up—Sarah knew what was coming.

She closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head side to side as if distressed, but the sound escaping her lips was sweet, half-consenting.

David pulled his pants and briefs down to his ankles, fully exposing his erect cock, rigid and veined, testicles hanging low.

With his lower half completely bare, he sucked on Sarah’s earlobe and slipped his tongue into her ear.

With his right hand, he lifted the kimono and undergarments higher.

“…It’s embarrassing, doing this here…”

Sarah turned her face away, breathing raggedly as David’s lips and tongue worked over her neck and ear.

“Have you ever done it standing with your husband?”

“Never… nothing so vulgar…”

“But standing feels different. It’s actually quite good…”

“Teacher… do you do this often? These vulgar positions?”

“This is my first time too. You in a kimono—it’s just so stimulating. Hikaru Genji, you know—he did it with court ladies, even with their feet. They say he did it many times…”

“You say such strange things…”

David chuckled, gripping both of Sarah’s round buttocks with his hands, pressing his hips tightly against her. He felt her pubic hair brush against his abdomen.

Feeling the smooth, soft flesh of her buttocks with both palms, he bent his body and pressed his rigid cock against her.

He’d suspected it—and yes, Sarah was already wet.

As the tip of his cock parted her slit and slipped inside, Sarah winced, grabbing both of David’s shoulders with her hands, tilting her head back with a moan.

“Ah…!”

David thrust hard, driving his cock deep into her, soaking it with her hot, slick fluids.

“Haaa… teacher…”

Her kimono slipped slightly as she tilted her head back. David pressed his lips to her exposed white neck, licking and sucking like a beast.

“Ahnn… hah…”

Sarah moaned loudly, tossing her head side to side without restraint.

Her pussy was slightly tight near the entrance.

But inside, it was perfectly stretched, the surrounding folds clinging to him with sticky warmth.

David couldn’t hold back the surge—he came in an instant.

Sarah’s pussy, hot and tight, had squeezed him relentlessly.

After ejaculating, David slowly pulled his cock out.

“Already? Teacher… you should’ve held on longer…”

Sarah opened her eyes slightly, a faint smile on her lips, her pupils unfocused. She pleaded softly, then removed her hands from his shoulders and sank down to his lower half.

“I’ll finish you properly.”

Crouching beside his legs, she gently took his wet, half-limp cock into her lips.

“Ooh… yes…”

David moaned faintly, writhing like a woman. Sarah sucked him with the skill of a professional.

Her tongue slid back and forth, and within moments, his half-flaccid shaft swelled, slamming hard against the roof of her mouth.

The sight of his rigid cock, half-buried in her beautiful lips, was obscenely arousing.

“Get on the bed…”

David grabbed Sarah’s face, his voice hoarse.

When she released his cock and nodded, he walked toward the bed.

“Can we skip the shower? Or do you want one?”

Sarah stood and followed.

“Let’s do it once more before showering. If you’re uncomfortable, you can go clean up after. I already came inside you.”

“I’m on a safe day…”

Sarah smiled shyly as she untied her obi, her eyes growing moist.

“And it’s hard to get pregnant anyway.”

“Then you and your husband don’t have children yet?”

David tossed the bed cover and sheet aside, flinging them to the corner, then hastily loosened his tie.

“…We’ve given up on children.”

“Maybe it’s because your body curves slightly backward. But as a man who wants to play with you, I’m grateful. A woman who’s safe for multiple rounds.”

“I said I don’t like that…”

She laughed softly, slipping off the white juban beneath her blue collar.

David kicked off his socks and briefs and climbed onto the bed. Lying back naked, he beckoned to Sarah, still in her underwear and kimono.

“Take everything off…”

Sarah glanced at him sweetly from the bed, then turned her back to him, crouching to remove her tabi.

She dimmed the small desk lamp further, and in the faint glow, she stepped out of her clothes.

Letting down her hair from its pins, she quietly climbed onto the bed from the corner.

In the dim light, her white naked body was as beautiful as he’d imagined.

Her rounded waist was smooth and alluring, her small, round breasts firm and perky, like a virgin’s.

As she sat beside his lower body, a patch of black pubic hair, about a span wide, swayed slightly.

“The bed lamp… can I turn it on?”

“Isn’t this brightness perfect? And it’s better a little darker… sets the mood…”

Sarah reached for the erect cock standing before her, her voice teasing.

“Teacher… yours is really big. For a man over forty, you’re quite brave.”

She stroked his hard shaft, speaking with mock shyness.

“What about me?”

“This tool that pleases women.”

She whispered, then arched her white back and took David’s wet cock—still slick with his own semen and her juices—deep into her mouth.

Without hesitation, she sucked and licked, her lips sliding up and down, making it slick and sticky.

Each time her lips moved, David bucked his hips, panting heavily.

“Lay it across my face…”

His voice cracked with low moans as he spoke.

Sarah swung her white legs over his chest, bending her knees and presenting her round buttocks directly in front of his face.

She straddled him in reverse.

In the soft light, David pulled her buttocks toward his face.

Her small feet settled on either side of his head.

David gripped her buttocks with both hands, turned his face sideways, and extended his tongue to her sole.

“Ah! Teacher…!”

When his tongue touched the sensitive skin of her sole, Sarah paused, lowering her back further, twisting her hips, and letting out a sweet cry.

Clearly, her feet were a weak spot.

David parted the cleft of her buttocks, licking the glistening, dark pink slit between her labia—but she moaned higher, hotter, when his tongue teased her soles than when it touched her most intimate place.

But soon, David discovered the spot she loved most.

It was a place usually hidden beneath the fleshy mounds of her buttocks.

Now, spread open before his face, it revealed a dark, puckered hole, like a needle-pricked void.

David raised his head and lightly touched the tip of his tongue to her forbidden, secret opening.

“No…!”