A Seasonal Erotic Short Story - Chapter 3

A video starts playing. The title is “Aoi’s New Year’s Gift.”

A girl is walking through a residential neighborhood, her back facing the camera. She has glossy black hair that reaches her back and is wearing a cute white dress with a ribbon.

The camera moves to the front, showing the girl’s face. She has a very young face, and her expression shows an inherent vulnerability, making her appear fragile.

“You are Koshimizu Aoi, right?”

A man’s voice suddenly sounded, and I jumped, my shoulders shaking in surprise.

A man wearing a dirty jumper and denim, looking like a homeless person, appeared from behind the camera. His back looked so filthy that I almost smelled the stench through the screen, causing me to frown. The girl, Koshimizu Aoi, also frowned in the same way.

“Um… who are you?”

“I’m a friend of your father.”

“Is that so…?”

The girl stood confused before the man who suddenly appeared, saying he was her father’s friend. The man didn’t move an inch, still facing away from the camera.

“Take me to your house.”

“Huh… why?”

“Because I’m your father’s friend.”

“Did you…. have an appointment with my father?”

“Because we’re friends.”

The conversation seemed like it was happening, but it wasn’t. The girl’s confusion was strongly reflected in her expression as the man kept repeating that they were just friends.

“But… they told me not to listen to strangers…”

The girl continued, looking uncomfortable.

Without warning, the man grabbed the girl by the shoulders. As he stood in front of the camera, the girl’s figure was no longer visible. The screen flickered, shaking, and the audio distorted, like the man’s deep voice was alternating between slow and fast speeds. Though I couldn’t understand what he was saying, it was clear he was trying to convince her of something.

The man released the girl’s shoulders and moved from the front of the camera to the side.

“Because we’re friends, you know.”

“… Yes, because we’re friends.”

The girl, once again in the camera’s view, gazed up at the filthy man’s face with a blank expression and repeated his words.

The girl slowly started walking ahead, leading the man. The filthy man followed behind her. The camera, filming their backs, moved forward as though following them.

The scene changed, and they arrived at the front door of a house.

The girl took a key out of her pocket and opened the front door, then, with a blank expression, addressed the suspicious dirty man following behind her.

“Come in, friend.”

The voice was so flat and devoid of emotion that for a moment, I couldn’t even tell who had spoken.

The front door was wide open. The private space where Koshimizu Aoi and her family lived was now exposed to the suspicious man.

(No, it’s dangerous. You shouldn’t be doing that…)

Before I knew it, my eyes were fixed on the video that had started playing. Even though I sensed an ominous atmosphere, I couldn’t bring myself to stop the video. My hand, holding the phone, felt as if it were fixed in place, unable to move.

The suspicious man passed by the girl and entered the house through the front door.

“I’m home.”

The man, claiming to be a friend of her father’s, spoke as if he had just returned home, heading toward the inside of the house. This time, his voice was low and eerie, as if edited for privacy protection.

Bang!

There was a loud noise, like something being struck. I flinched in surprise. The screen became filled with noise, and the image faded into a sandy blur, leaving nothing visible.

Bang!

Again, a loud sound of something being struck echoed.

The static cleared, and the image returned to normal. Standing at the entrance were two adults who hadn’t been there before, likely the girl’s parents, judging by their appearance.

“Uum, who were you again?”

Aoi-chan’s father spoke to the suspicious man, but something seemed off. Though he was facing the man, his eyes lacked focus, and it was unclear where his gaze was directed. His speech seemed sluggish, as if he was having trouble articulating his words.

“We’re friends.”

The filthy suspicious man answered the father’s question.

“Ah, I see! Well then, please come inside!”

The father, without understanding what had convinced him, motioned for the suspicious man to enter. The mother, standing next to him, just stood there with a faint smile.

It felt like I was watching a completely nonsensical, tacky movie, and it made me feel sick. The filthy man sluggishly entered the house, followed by the girl named Koshimizu Aoi, who closed the door behind her. The camera was left outside, facing the door.

As the door closed, the girl’s expression was so empty that it sent a chill down my spine. It was as if all emotion had drained from her face.

Chapter length 1964 characters.