Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty Two

In August, Shizuka Mido introduced me to a "special guest" for the first time. At 9:30 in the evening, I got off at Hiroo Station on the Hibiya Line, and with a photocopied map in one hand, I walked along the Arisugawa Memorial Park.The sound of cicadas falling from the trees in the park enveloped me like a tunnel. My destination was the small hotel next to the Chinese embassy in Moto Azabu.I didn't take a taxi.For me at the time, it was a great pleasure to go to work in an area that I seldom go to, and take a slow walk on the way back and forth. The hotel is built in a secluded place as if hidden in a quiet residential area. Behind the trees on the passage, you can see the white light at the entrance and the figure of the concierge from a distance. There are no neon lights or signs, only the sign above the porch. The name is marked in English with rusty rust.

I walked through the revolving door into the hall, and the atmosphere was very similar to the lecture halls of the pre-war college I attended.The marble floor has been slightly worn, and only the place where the foot steps down is sunken as if covered with dust.The air in the room has a heavy period feel, probably caused by the moisture absorbed by the painted walls over the years. In the hall on the left, there are old black leather sofas that feel quite good. About half of them are occupied, most of them are men and women above middle age.I'm probably the youngest person there, right?I sat on the sofa where I could see the staircase connecting to the second floor. There was still a while before the appointed time, but I had to get used to the atmosphere of that place first, which was an important step in the work of male prostitutes.

At the appointed ten o'clock, the woman came down from the middle of the stairs. She was a slender and tall person. She naturally coiled her even-length hair, revealing a broad forehead.The black crepe dress designed by Issey Miyake is like a stage costume, and the most impressive thing is the graceful posture.When she reached the middle of the stairs, she stopped, puffed out her chest, and looked around, as if she wanted to have a panoramic view of the entire hall.As soon as she saw me, she tapped her pointed chin lightly.I got up from the couch and waited for her to come. When we were two meters apart, I saw that her upper arms were muscular like an athlete's.

"Sit down. Are you the boy from Miss Midou's side?" I stood and bowed my head slightly. "My name is Ling, please give me your advice. What should I call you?" She quickly looked at me from the beginning to the end, and then she still maintained a serious expression, only a slight smile on the corner of her mouth said. "It doesn't matter what my real name is, Namiko Schmidt. But please don't call me Miss Schmidt. Sit down." I sat down on the sofa according to the timing of Namiko-san.Her hands folded on the table were as hard and thick as a man doing physical labor.

"I heard from Ms. Midang that you are her most recommended candidate recently. Ah Ling, do you have any special skills?" I thought about it, but I didn't seem to have any tricks that could be called stunts.What Adong calls "ordinary" or the habit of always being confused by meaningless things is not a stunt. "It seems not. Could Miss Midou make a mistake?" "But I heard that you became a high-level boy with the shortest time record." This is the first time I've heard of it.It seems that Shizuka Midou flatters me in private.To say that she is thinking about her own business is really nothing more than that.

"Is that true? Just try it. Shall we go to the room? I've got chilled champagne ready. It's my birthday tomorrow. Do you know how old I am?" Working as a male prostitute, you will encounter age-guessing games anytime and anywhere.Namiko-san looks like she is in her early forties, but I deliberately lost five and replied. "Thirty-six, right? Happy birthday." "Thank you. I'm glad you're being polite. Tomorrow I'll be forty-five. Maybe I can't understand what I'm saying to you, but I think forty is a very good age." Namiko-san finished speaking proudly, and stood up from the sofa maintaining an upright posture as if being hung by someone with a rope.

The room is a suite made up of two rooms.As soon as you enter the door, you will be greeted by the greenery of the atrium. The windows from waist height to the ceiling are wide open, and the cooler wind will blow into the house at night.The front room was furnished with cloth-covered furniture, and a bottle of champagne lay diagonally in an ice bucket in a basket by the table.The standing lamp placed in the corner of the room emitted a faint light, and only the bedroom in the corner of the bed cover could be vaguely seen, and the light was off. Miss Namiko sat down on the sofa.Her back was as straight as a board, not touching the back of the chair at all.I poured the champagne into a glass and handed it to her, which is what a bartender does best.I picked up the glass and said.

"Happy birthday to you. If only I could say the same thing when I'm Namiko-san's age. I envy you." "Thank you. To achieve this goal, the most important thing is what you do now." I nod.Leaving aside legal good and evil, I have no idea of ​​the moral implications of selling one's body for money.But now I am fascinated by unlocking the secrets of desire.No matter what fate awaits me in the future, at this stage, I have absolutely no intention of giving up my job as a call boy.How could I have just opened a door and closed it without seeing anything? We sat on the sofa and chatted leisurely and leisurely.Some people say that sex is often the last way of communication between a man and a woman. Sitting next to each other, sometimes holding each other's hand to talk, this common way of communication is a very important beginning of sex.Miss Namiko quickly drained the wine in the glass, she didn't look drunk at all, and began to talk about herself.

"I think he should be in heaven now? My husband is a German music teacher. He is quite famous in the music industry. He has passed away for ten years." Namiko-san smiled at me as if looking for my eyes. "If you think I'm a lonely widow calling up a young man for company, that's a little bit off. He's a very sexually open guy. From a young age, we'd have sex with other men. Husband and wife switched partners and enjoyed sex parties. But then he fell seriously ill, a disease that could not be cured by medicine and surgery. My husband wanted to continue living, but no one could resist the doomed death. While lying in a nursing home, his wish was to live through the weeks leading up to his next wedding anniversary. The more time he spent with the same partner, the more the anniversaries increased. The day of the first meeting; the first The day when you go to bed; the wedding anniversary; the birthday of two people; Continue to live with your identity. On the anniversary, you can think of me while having sex with other men! I will definitely watch you meet a beautiful orgasm somewhere. But, after all, he did not live up to mine Birthday."

I listened silently.Miss Namiko clenched her muscular hands slightly. "I am a German citizen. I had a boyfriend when I returned to Germany, but this concert was decided three years ago, and there is no way to change it, so I asked Miss Midou for help. My husband also treats Oriental men We have a special liking, so every time we come to Japan, we will be guests of that club. Has Ling ever lost someone close to him?" I thought of my mother and nodded silently. "Then you should be able to understand it? I used to think that death was a very distant thing, just like day and night are completely separated, it happened in other worlds. But once the people around me are gone, the world of death It came to you all at once, there is dawn and dusk between day and night. There is no 100% light in this world, and there is no 100% darkness. Life and death are like the crust of a pie, time after time Folded. It has nothing to do with religion or philosophy at all, it's just my personal feeling, but I've never been so sure of a thing. I feel my husband is in this room right now. Oh, right there .”

Miss Namiko raised her right hand to the open window.The black crepe dress stretched out straight. "He's standing on that window frame. Yes, floating about fifteen centimeters in the air. When I come to Japan for a concert, I always reserve the corner room of this hotel. Because he said, He doesn't like high-rise hotels with windows that can't be opened. You see, although you are in another world, the comfort of being blown by the cool breeze seems to be the same." Ms. Namiko smiled shyly at me after drinking the champagne. "I'm going to have earth-shattering sex in a while, but I'm still talking about these boring things." I said that what she said was interesting, and then I put my lips to Ms. Namiko's mouth. We got tangled up and moved to the next bedroom.Miss Namiko said that the work that night made her feel extremely tired. I took off only a pair of shorts and relieved Miss Namiko's physical fatigue through the thin fabric. This job taught me that the joy of sex is very great. Huge enough to relieve physical fatigue. "Relax your body and think of something that makes you happy." I sat on the edge of the bed and moved from the ends of her body to the lymph nodes in the center, slowly pushing away the fatigue.During this period of time, I started to learn massage, because I thought it might be helpful for the job I was called.The service was so well received that I was even named by a client not for sex but for a massage from me.They said that my hands have a special sensor that can sense the soreness and relieve the stiffness. The massage teacher said that people who have no strength in their hands will not be able to become a professional no matter how hard they try. I turned Namiko-san over and felt her back with my palm.From the mitral muscle at the back of the neck to the top of the dorsal expander, there are tight muscles like gymnasts.I massaged gently along the texture of the muscles, and Miss Namiko moaned. "This place is very comfortable to press. Japanese people often have sore shoulders, but Germans have back pain problems. You press so well, I really want to take you back as an exclusive trainer." Thank you for the compliment.As I said that, I ended the muscle massage.She took off her discounted dress and shorts.Now it's time to relax her sexual nerves distributed on the surface of her body. I want to try the method that A Dong used on me a while ago.From the periphery to the central point, from the end to the core.The direction of tongue stimulation is the same whether it is sex or the latest massage. I adjusted the pressure and hardness of my tongue, savoring Miss Namiko on the last night of forty-four.At this age, the surface of the skin has not lost its suppleness, the texture of the skin has become rougher, and the elasticity has been weakened, but it makes people feel soft to the touch.Unlike women in their sixties, the abdominal muscles wrinkle like dried oil paper every time they breathe, and the areolas don't wrinkle when the hard nipples are pressed.Of course, I mean women just entering old age, dry skin texture is not so bad. Women's skin has different tastes with different ages.Ten and twenty years old have skin that is as dazzling as direct sunlight. In contrast, forty and fifty years old are as dim and warm as a Japanese paper lantern with lights. I used my tongue to roam Miss Namiko's body for about thirty minutes, only the eyeballs and hair were not licked.Even her twenty nails were polished with her tongue one by one.Finally, she used her fingertips to peel off her labia while slowly inserting her penis.Namiko-san screamed like a beast before my front end was pressed against her insides, and she had her first orgasm of the day. She doesn't seem like the type to have multiple orgasms. "If I have a deep reaction for the first time, I will feel itchy or painful when I touch it next time. I can't continue, but today you make me very satisfied. After returning to Germany, I will teach me how to do it. Boy friend." Miss Namiko, who was wrapped in a sheet, said with a smile.Obviously it was just sex, but after it was over, they suddenly became closer to each other.Even if it's just work, the feeling hasn't changed.I like to chat with each other after I'm done. "Does Ah Ling like music?" Namiko-san and I both took out ice cubes that had turned into balls from the champagne ice bucket and put them in our mouths. "It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I didn't grow up in a family that played classical music all day long, so I don't know much about it." I had an ice cube in my mouth and one cheek puffed out, Miss Namiko said. "Really? So would you like to hear my music?" I nodded, and Namiko-san tied the knot of the sheet around her chest tighter and got off the bed.She went back to the living room, opened the box on the sideboard, and took out an old violin with peeling varnish and dull wood grain everywhere.Namiko-san naturally set up the instrument and stood by the open window, against the backdrop of summer greenery swaying by the wild night wind.The slightly blue sheet stretching from the knotted chest covered her ankles and spread to the floor. Miss Namiko rested the violin on her left cheek and straightened her back as if standing on a stage.Press the strings with the left hand, fasten the screws with the right hand, raise your eyes and look at me sitting naked in the corner of the sofa.Then without any preparatory movement at all, she raised her fat-free arms and rested them on the strings. At that moment, I tried my best to understand the function of the violin as an instrument. What flows out is a pure rhythm without adding any power at all.The melody fills the whole room and shakes everything around you. You must think that you have to use a lot of strength to pull out a loud volume to have this effect, but it is not the case. Miss Namiko gently pulls the bow back and forth . The violin is not just an instrument used to describe the melody, it is a magic prop that uses a sound to ponder every molecule of the air and change the atmosphere of the scene.This is real.Because at that moment, I saw bright smoke rising from the middle of the room, as if gold dust had been sprinkled throughout the room. I was surrounded by the sound of the violin, and from Miss Namiko's violin, I felt the same sensual wave as being caressed by Adong's tongue.When I close my eyes, an endless tower pointing to the night sky floats in my mind. There are spiral stairs around the stone tower. It is not just an upward passage, but repeatedly ascends and descends. The music staircase continues until air. In that world there is no gravity.Whether it is rising or falling, it is as easy and natural as breathing.When I continued to listen to the music, I suddenly came back to my senses and had already climbed to a distant peak.The ground looks so blurry, but there is no sense of danger or fear, only the calm joy of being filled with something bigger than oneself and standing on a high place. I think Miss Namiko's performance was actually over in three or four minutes, but it filled my mind and body as fully as the most perfect sex or delicious food.I shed inexplicable tears and was at a loss for a while.Namiko-san held the bow and said. "People who play musical instruments are very sensitive to how others listen to their music. Ah Ling is the most responsive among the guests who came to join us tonight. I should thank you." I let out a breath of air that was choked in my chest, and managed to make a sound. "What was the song called just now?" "Bach. Adagio No. 2 Sonata for Unaccompanied Violin." I said excitedly. "Wonderful, doesn't sound like a human creation." Miss Namiko frowned and said with a thoughtful expression. "That's right, sometimes I think so too. But the good thing about music is that no matter how great it is, it's all made by human beings like us. I heard that Bach had two wives and had two children. Ten children." "Surely he likes sex?" Miss Namiko smiled.The muscles in the neck tugged, and the shadow of the collarbone became lighter. "Perhaps? We'll come back after a short rest." I asked Miss Namiko to play another song before then, and I was naked, waiting for the next note.