12/13/04 - In the market for a girlfriend
I awoke in a mansion, in the foothills of Tamagawagakuen-mae, belonging to a family of flat chested young girls, a sex-starved house wife, and the husband/father who wasn't ever home. The mansion has three floors, two huge living rooms, a piano room, six huge bedrooms, 1 Buddhist family chapel/altar room with it's own garden, I think 8 bathrooms, and 2 kitchens. In bed with me were the naked bodies of two of the daughters I had done sanpi with meaning "threesome". The father was having sex with as much of the household as I was, in Japan incest isn't taboo or a crime. At the family in Kamata I lived with's house in 2002 I'd have sex with their daughters loud every night right next door to their brother's room and he became a famous recording artist in Japan, with my tutelage of course but that's besides the point, my point is, I have no idea what's right or wrong any more.
The father at my Tamagawagakuen-mae residence once had me sit in his car while he had sex with one of his daughters in his office in Ueno after hours. I masturbated in the car to it. The two came back, the daughter asked if I liked what I had seen, reached down and performed oral sex on me in the parked car with the door open.
Before taking up residence in Tamagawagakuen-mae, I lived with a Japanese family in Kamata, a part of Tokyo filled with non-Japanese Asian prostitutes, the legendary "Club Bitch" hostess club and plethora of lovehotels, in 2002. I remembered half-in the car how at my Kamata residence I'd have the loudest sex with their daughters right next to the son's room who I became great friends with and, under my tutelage, helped sculpt into a successful recording artist in Japan, so the girl's father separated by the driver's seat I was accustomed to.
In the car the blowjob from the daughter felt like the ones I'd get when I was 15, I came all in her mouth, she gagged, maybe swallowed once but spit the rest out on to the street.
I kissed the two daughters I was in bed with, got up, decided on wearing a Cadillac Escalade football jersey with a matching Rocawear fitted hat and matching shorts and went downstairs for breakfast.
The mansion in Tamagawagakuen-mae gets milk in glass bottles delivered, and I try drinking their entire delivery in one sitting every time it comes. I sat down at the table, a glass of milk was poured for me and before I was even halfway done drinking the milk, the sex-starved housewife had prepared and brought breakfast to me. The housewife's breasts squashed up against me as she refilled my glass of milk, and I brought up I was hours away from making a pilgrimage to Shibuya 109 to her. The housewife asked if either of her daughters the housewife was well aware of both her husband and I were having sex with were going, I shook my head and said I was hoping to find a girlfriend.
Everyone calls Shibuya 109, "Shibuya 1 0 (0 as in "oh") 9", or "ichi maru kyuu" in Japanese, and not ever "one zero nine", or the number one-hundred and nine. Shibuya 109 is shopping center situated to the left facing Q Front in Shibuya. Shibuya 109 is multi-floored, the gal or "gyaru" staff working throughout Shibuya 109 are all sexier than any model you'd find on TV or in the magazines.
Each floor has 5 to 7 different clothing stores, salons, and there are even restaurants at the top floor open after the rest of the mall closes. Shibuya 109 doesn't cater to men's clothing, you'll find it's demographic to be high school girls, junior high girls afterschool, ko-gals, models, yamanba and ganguro. The only men you will ever see are men accompanying their dates shopping.
The daughters I still smelled of joined me at the table for breakfast, the one sitting next to me kissed me when she sat down, across from us the other daughter wore a loose sweatshirt that read "FUCK" with a teddy bear printed on it I couldn't help but laugh at.
OTA Crew's new CD single I had received a few nights ago when watching their new music video, that was filmed in Kamata in November, was on the table. The "FUCK" sweatshirt daughter that I knew listened to DJ Kaori a lot picked up the CD to look at the cover art and told me she had seen their video on TV and liked it. I got up to walk around and point to the one I'd always have loud sex next to, but the daughter next to me grabbed hold of my arm, maybe thinking I was leaving for Shibuya like I did most days, like I wasn't ever supposed to leave her.
I opened the front door to Shibuya 109 at the ground level and after taking just a few steps onto it's 1st floor I knew I was going to stand out in all the women's clothing, lingerie, and accessories. I tried to look as cool and approachable as possible.
I was coming on my 3rd year of having sex with these types of young Japanese girls, but at 19 I looked like I was 14, and now I was starting to look like I was reaching my 20s.
For the longest time there has been an unwritten rule to Shibuya, a rule that states no American, Japanese, including rock stars, celebrities or TV personalities, could have sex with a girl shopping or working at Shibuya 109. I walked around in a circle on the 1st floor, thinking back to times where fans and I had shared glorious stories of what we found laid hidden in this tower.
I took the escalator up to the 2nd floor, walked around the circle twice to better process what I had to go off of, and took the next escalator up to the 3rd floor. On the escalator ride up I could hear the sounds of Japanese high school girls giggling. About ten steps down were three ko-gals looking up at me. I looked back up the escalator and readied myself for things to come.
On the 3rd floor I made my way around all the stores and while doing so I'd hear the playful sounds of the ko-gals hunting for me. I continued walking, looked over my right shoulder to four Japanese girls, but the floor plan made it difficult to say.
I decided it came time to turn the hunt on the hunters, walked quickly to the escalator back to the 2nd floor, went down, followed by the ko-gals back to 2nd floor, the groups growing in number, and each looked like they had the kind of money I was looking for. I walked back to the 3rd floor escalator, rode it up,
walked around looking at the same stores exactly as I had done before, still being followed by the same exact ko-gals.
The slower I walked, the slower the ko-gals walked, and all the ko-gals stopped in their tracks whenever I stopped to look at something. I reached the 2nd floor escalator and rode it back down. On the 2nd floor I looked over my shoulder as I turned the corner, and counted five ko-gals, still determined to bag me! I had gone from having Japanese girls worship the ground I walk, to attempted rape or the martyrdom of me or martyrdom then rape or even rape then martyrdom then rape a second time, I wasn't sure.
I hurried down the 1st floor escalator, found the entrance and made my move by turning around. Minus the cartoon slamming a car's brakes noise, the Japanese girls surrounded me, a scene that drew a lot of attention from the passerbys. Grabbing onto one another, the ko-gals cried out for whatever it was for it to never end. One ko-gal in particular's skin was to the bone, probably weighing under 90lbs, but with breasts and a grotesquely big butt, and knew she was "The One". "The One"'s body was unimaginable, it was unlike any model I had ever seen be it Japanese, Russian, European, anywhere. I introduced and talked briefly about myself to buy time to figure out "The One" had joined party with the fourth girl.
"Boku to deto shimasenka" I asked "The One", right after hearing her name was "Akiba Yuki", a name so unique sounding that many of whom I have told this story to still don't believe me when I say "Akiba Yuki is her real name."
On a later date date, Akiba Yuki wrote in a love letter in Japanese addressed to me how, when her and I first met at Shibuya 109's entrance, worried she was that I'd leave without saying a word, and that she'd never see me again.
The two ko-gals joined me, and the three of us set off in to Shibuya's streets, with Yuki clinging onto my arm.
Neither of the ko-gals could speak conversational English but thanks to self-taught Japanese over the years, we were able to talk forever. In the Centergai part of Shibuya, I was asked to go take purikura. Akiba Yuki sent signals to her friend that I was her's, even where not to be in the purikura photo, and it reminded me a lot of being with Ina in 2001.
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