Ishikawa Goemon - Stellaworth Story
“Oh, you're picking her up, aren't you? Very energetic, aren't you?”
Takamura chuckled as soon as I stepped into the cafe. Someday, someday, I want to beat up this guy and the old man.
I am grateful to him, but he is too good at making people uncomfortable.
“She forgot her umbrella today.”
He said, "It's all right, you don't have to lie to me like that. We have an umbrella or two in the cafe. If she lends it to a customer and the stock runs out, all she has to do is call Hayai-kun. You just wanted to see her, didn't you, Ishikawa-kun?"
Ahhh, why are we dead? I want to kill this man at least once. I can at least secretly wish for it, since I'm sure he knows I'm swearing at him in my heart.
“We can use Hayai when it has nothing to do with the mission?”
“I don't care about such details. There’s a bit of time left before she comes. How about coffee?”
“I'll take it.”
Unaware of my arrival, she was taking orders at the back of the store. She was often sent out to help out these days to fill the void left by the demotion of her best friend, Oshichi, to a general sinner (T/N: Oshichi was a model sinner).
Flashback to Oshichi saying, "When I hear his voice, I can't resist.”
You were an amazing woman, Oshichi. But your taste in men is very bad.
Flashback again, Oshichi: “I don't care if I get caught again, I don't care if I'm executed a thousand times, I don't care if my soul is shattered. I would burn ...... ten thousand times if it would make Shonosuke-sama love me.”
Why that man? You could have found a better man.
The fact that I've been in love with a woman and she's gone through what she's gone through, it's not my place to say anything about Shonosuke.
"Hey, Mr. Takamura.” “Here you go. Today's coffee is the Yokirou special blend.”
When I put the cup near my nose, the aroma was so wonderful that it made me regret it. I have been drinking here from time to time, but to be honest, I think Takamura has outdone me in the skill of making coffee.
“You're the one who mixes this blend, aren't you?”
“Of course I did. The secret ingredient is my love.”
“You seem to hate such things more than anyone I know, so don't talk about love.”
“I believe in the existence of love. Love or affection easily twists reason. Ishikawa and Enma-kun are the ones who understand the horror of it.”
“I guess.”
“And that’s why I don't want to be involved in that kind of thing. I'm just a corporate slave and I have a lot of work to do.”
I wanted to ask him something. I am not as bad as the old man or this man, such bad personalities. I once tried to gather all the information I could find about the enemy's weak points. What I found was a story by an unknown author, in which a man named Onodashi (Takamura) fell in love with his half-sister. The sister bears Takamura's child, but her love is not forgiven, and at the end of the story, she dies.
"Oh, Goemon, you're here?”
"It was about to rain, so I came to get you."
She looks out the window at my words. While I was drinking coffee, the colored glass was already starting to get wet from the rain.
“That’s true, thank you. I'm going to go change my clothes, so have a chat with the teacher while you wait.”
She put her tray on the counter and disappeared into the office, which doubled as a changing room…
“I'm glad we finally express our feelings for each other." “Thanks to you, I'm enjoying my happiness.”
I wonder if Takamura's story is true.
But I was curious. I wondered if this man with a bad personality had ever had desires. Did he ever feel like going crazy, wanting to touch and make love with the woman he fell in love with? By the way, you have two umbrellas.
“What about it? Since there are two of us, it must be two, right?"
"Ishikawa, I thought you were the type of person who would take the umbrella with impure reasons.”
“Unusual, your prediction was wrong. I'm the type of person who prefers not to take a parasol. Well, it would be fun, but it would be hard to walk.”
Takamura, who had been arranging the cups, narrowed his narrow eyes.
“Ahh, I'm sorry about ....... I'm still a bit green in that respect, aren't I?”
I'll kill him someday, after all.
“Thanks for your hard work.” Takamura said to my lover.
“Sensei, you're opening tomorrow, right?”
“Yes. I'm sorry, but I'm looking forward to working with you.”
I handed her the umbrella I had brought with me and went outside to smell the rain. Inside the cafe, there is always the smell of delicious coffee and Neapolitan food, which of course is not so bad. But I was thankful for the cold rain to calm me down.
“You've been busy since this morning, haven't you?” “Yes, it's been very busy. I have to work hard for the sinners of hell.”
Despite her verbal response, it was clear that she was trying to replace Oshichi. She was longing for her first love and had worried her best friend by committing another crime. Some may laugh it off as foolishness. But I liked her foolish kindness.
“I have to stop by the supermarket, what do you want to do? It's raining. You want to go home first?” “I want to buy some fruit, so I'll go with you.” “I see, I'm in charge of today's dinner, so if you want something to eat, I'll make it.”
Enma Street is covered, but as we turn onto the road to the share house, the rain is already pouring down. We each put up an umbrella and walk side by side.
“I'm lost..... Anything Goemon makes is delicious. ..... How about chicken teriyaki?”
“That's a great idea! I'm sure everyone will enjoy it. Let’s go with that.” “Today, the teacher taught me how to make beautiful crepes. So let’s have a crepe party next time. We can add fruits, chocolates, ham, vegetables, etc.”
"Sounds fun. Let's invite Shinpei, too."
"Yes, of course.”
I wonder if I would have died of rage if I had known back then that I was living such a carefree life with my girlfriend. But I am not so carefree in the sense that my selfish desires are endless.
I am very happy right now. I pick up the woman I love, and on the way home, we stop at a supermarket to do some shopping. I love the peaceful exchange of what vegetables to serve with teriyaki, which ice cream to stock up on, and what new cat treats I found that Tama seems to like.
But even in such peace, I'm always on the lookout for the next one.
“I'm so glad you came to pick me up today," she said. “Thanks for picking me up today, I didn't get wet. I'm going to take a shower.”
She puts the groceries in the refrigerator and heads for the bathroom. There was no sign of anyone but the two of us in the house. I make a gesture to go to my room and grab her arm.
"Goemon.....? Goemon!”
“Since you’re taking a shower, it’s the perfect timing."
I push her against the sink and stroke her rain-cold hair as we lock lips.
“We can’t. W-what are you doing?"
“What you're imagining.”
Her eyes flashed like vermillion, as she twisted her body to escape.
“I've held out this long, praise me.”
"You stupid ..... I'm not going to .... do that.”
I don't have the confidence that if someone shared an umbrella with me and smelled the scent of my hair up close, I wouldn't be able to endure it for even a second. Especially not on rainy days. Humidity makes her smell even sweeter and inescapable.
“If you want, we can take a shower together later.” "Wait ...... ah, you can't ........."
Pulling down the zipper on her skirt, I stripped off her tights all at once and she turned her face away as if she’s sulking.
I grabbed her chin and pushed my tongue into the back of her mouth.
“Mmm…”
I can't let go of her, who I finally got my hands on, even for a moment. Since that night, we've touched each other so many times, but the passion just doesn't go away. I want to touch her, I want to make love to her, and I feel like I'm going crazy.
“I love you….”
I thought telling her that would make me feel a little better, but holding her made me even more excited. I can't help it, my obsession is hell bent.
So I'm going to keep holding her so she doesn't disappear from my life, so no one or nothing can take her away from me. ... Never again.
(T/N: I simp this man sooooo much! WHY IS HE SOOOOO UGH?!)
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