“Hah… Today’s a bust, huh…”
On a hot July day, I found myself scrolling through internet forums during breaks at work, checking my smartphone, hoping to find someone interesting. Yet, as I searched, I couldn’t find a profile that matched my tastes.
The forum I frequented displayed fictional names, along with height, weight, and age, along with requests like ‘Where do you want to meet?’ or ‘Won’t you come to my place?’ Everyone could post their own requests, of course.
I had strong sexual urges, as it was embarrassing enough, and I used my own released pheromones as a weapon to satisfy my physical desires. I would meet various men and continue temporary relationships for the sake of pleasure.
“Hah… This is hopeless; none of them seem worth meeting.”
Even as I searched through profiles, I couldn’t find anyone who matched my tastes. But if that’s the case, I thought to myself, I might as well post my own request as usual. I entered a fictional name and my real profile details and decided to put up a post.
I just needed someone to satisfy my body, but that didn’t mean just anyone would do. If they didn’t ignite that desire in me, this body wouldn’t be satisfied.
I left a single post on the forum with that selfish realization in mind.
“Hmm, should I write this…? But even as I look at other posts, I doubt I’ll meet anyone decent today…”
Despite thinking such things, I, who yearned to satisfy my desires, continued to wait for a reply from someone.
*Ping!*
It didn’t take even five minutes after I posted.
A reply came to my post.
[I’m interested! And curious! Can we meet up now?]
A notification reached me, and with it, the sender’s name and profile.
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[Shota… 164-52-24]
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“I’m looking forward to it, if you’re okay with it.”
I typed and posted.
“It’s a yes! I’m nearby and want to meet now!”
It happened just moments after I posted. It was incredibly fast. Usually, there’s always a delay after I post, and it takes several minutes for a reply to come, or there’s a lot of trolling (playing around without any intention to meet). But this speed was unusual.
If he’s willing to meet and fulfill my desires, then there’s no greater joy than that.
I immediately replied to Shota’s notification and decided to wait for him at the designated parking lot for our meeting place.
* * *
A few minutes later.
I kept waiting eagerly at the designated parking lot as I was continuing my exchange with Shota. Then, a man appeared and turned his face towards the driver’s seat where I sat.
The moment I saw his face through the window, I was rendered speechless.
He had a strikingly handsome face unlike anyone I had ever met before, as he was standing outside the window, and everything about him exceeded what his profile could convey.
My heart tightened, having lost its words… And somehow, my heartbeat quickened, and my cheeks flushed hotly, leaving my mouth slightly open.
This warmth I’ve never felt before. This unfamiliar quickening of my heartbeat. Ar-are you… Sho-Shota…?
In a surprising turn of events and amidst this indescribable frustration, we stared at each other for several seconds. But after realizing that nothing would progress if we stayed like this, I rolled down the window on the driver’s side and spoke to him.
“Are you Shota-kun…?”
“Yes! Um… You’re Ryo-san, right?”
Yes, I too hid my real name, Yuta, and used the fictional name Ryo on the forum. In reality, hardly anyone reveals their real name just for a momentary pleasure.
But for some reason… When Shota called me Ryo, I felt like I wanted him to call me Yuta deep inside.
“Uh… nice to meet you. Please take the passenger seat for now.”
“Yes! Thank you for having me!”
As Shota beamed with a smile and settled into the passenger seat, the atmosphere inside the car changed in an instant.
That’s because the moment Shota got in, an incredibly pleasant fragrance filled the car…
The first thing I noticed when Shota settled into the passenger seat was the scent emanating from him.
It was a scent that exuded freshness, emanating from his cheerful demeanor with a hint of sweetness. It was a fragrance so captivating, far surpassing any pheromones I could release, that I couldn’t help but be enchanted by it.
“Nice to meet you, Ryo-san.”
“Uh… y-yeah! Nice to meet you too, Shota-kun.”
I found myself replying rapidly to his words as I was overwhelmed by Shota’s perfect demeanor and the fragrance emanating from him. But Shota was unfazed by my hastiness as he continued the conversation with a smile and never broke his pace.
“It’s… quite crowded here, isn’t it?”
“Well, it’s a supermarket parking lot, after all.”
“Ryo-san, we’re both working right now, but do you have time after this?”
“Huh? Uh, yeah, I do have some time.”
If all I sought was pleasure, then the location wouldn’t matter. As long as I could find momentary pleasure wherever possible… But it seemed Shota wasn’t looking for just that.
“In that case… would it be okay for you to follow me to a place I’ll guide you to?”
“Huh!? Wh-where are you planning to take me!?”
“Uh… s-sorry… If you don’t want to, it’s fine to stay here…”
I couldn’t imagine anyone feeling comfortable being taken to an unfamiliar place by someone they just met, so my voice inadvertently grew louder. Shota wore a surprised yet somewhat lonely expression upon hearing my voice.
It struck me as odd that someone with such a composed and refreshing demeanor could evoke such an expression… And I couldn’t help but feel that there was no falsehood in each of his gestures or words.
“I got it! Let’s go! Come on, lead the way!”
“R-really!? Yes! Thank you so much!”
I trusted Shota’s words and followed his guidance to ‘a certain place’.
