Date: Mon, 16 Aug 1999 14:48:44 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Destiny 06

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IF SOMETHING CALLED DESTINY EXISTS...

Andrej Koymasky Copyright 1998
Written on June 5 th 1994
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised
by Nick

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"IF SOMETHING CALLED DESTINY EXISTS..." is a gay story, with some parts
containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land,
religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be
better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU
don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be
my welcomed guest.

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HE - Counsellor

Oh, look look:
he has a new folding fan!
the neighbor says.

I could not have a single moment of intimacy with Yukichi. We were lucky
if we just could exchange a few words far from inquisitive ears. I could
not see him but in his school uniform or in that of the sports group,
therefore I could know of his body just his gait, his face and his
hands. And yet I already knew that Yukichi belonged to me and I to him.
And I was happy.

Also the second year elapsed and Yukichi was amongst the best students
of our school. I was clearly proud of him. Even in Mathematics, a
subject I knew he didn't like, he had quite good marks. And the final
judgement, decided by all the teachers, was rather flattering.

Tachikawa, after the meeting of the year's end of all the teachers, came
near me and, talking with a low tone of voice, said: "That pupil Ida is
really growing up nicely, isn't it?"

"What? Ah, yes, he is a good student."

"And he is always in love with his teacher of German language."

"What? Why?" I asked, trying to understand where he was aiming.

"And I think that professor Fujita didn't at all erase him from his
heart. Am I wrong?" he continued in a conspiratorial tone, with a smile.

"I don't understand..."

"Come on, don't you trust me? I am your friend. But you know also that I
am a fine observer. You two are still in love with each other, aren't
you?"

"Between Ida and me there is nothing more than the normal relationship
that could exist between a teacher and a student. Really. And anyway, if
even we both wanted that, there could not be anything more, you know it
very well. He sleeps here in the school's dormitory and doesn't go back
home not either in the rest day, therefore we cannot even meet out of
the lessons." I answered cautiously.

"Yes, of course, I know that. And I think it is a real shame, isn't it?
For two people in love, I mean."

"Anyway, even if it was as you think, there will be nothing to do. You
in person told me that between a professor and a student there could not
be any different kind of relationship, didn't you?"

"Yes, certainly yes. But you will be his teacher just one more year. Two
have already elapsed and the most is done, isn't it? You both have been
exceptional -- continuing to love each other without trespassing the set
limits. So then, I was thinking that..."

"You were thinking... what?" I asked curious, without even trying any
more to deny the existence of a reciprocal feeling.

"As you know I am a member of the council of the elder teacher of this
school. And I received the charge to decide for next year who have to be
the colleagues who should act as counsellors for the students of the
terminal year. A student can ask to meet his counsellor even once a
week, in the small lounge, face to face, alone, as you know. So I was
thinking that, if you accept, I'll entrust you the students Oshima,
Nosaka, Yoshida and... Ida of course. Do you think to accept my
request?" he asked with a conspiratorial smile, but without malice.

"I will do my best to be a good counsellor to all the students that you
will entrust me." I answered trying to hide the joy I was feeling at
that proposal.

"I am sure you will. As I am sure you will not allow yourself to do with
Ida anything compromising. But I think just right you two could have at
least the chance to communicate safely, in peace. It will do good to
both of you. At times, even just being able to hold each other hand
while talking, could be a priceless pleasure, am I wrong?"

"I am grateful, Tachikawa, for the trust you are showing me."

"You are still young, dear Fujita. You are just thirty four years old,
right? You are still young, but you deserve the utmost esteem and trust.
I know you will not make me regret my decision."

"Absolutely. I am really grateful, professor Tachikawa."

"Eh, amongst colleagues, and not just in school, we have to help each
other, right? I envy you. You always preferred boys with an age of after
high school, therefore when at last the boy will leave this school, he
will have the right age for you, and all will be done, will it not? On
the contrary, I am doomed to love adolescents..."

"Your Kikujiro? This is his name, right?"

"No, I left him, it's almost six months. He was growing too fast, both
in age and in claims. And then, I met a delicious boy near his fourteen
years. He is really a flower. Are you smiling? Yes, I know, I always
define them so, when I am in love. One day I will invite you and
introduce him to you. He comes from a very good family, do you know? He
is the grand-son of the new Education Minister."

"Of Mori Arinori? Is he the son of Ryoichi, by chance?"

"Do you know them? Yes, he is, Mori Aritada. He comes to my place for
private lessons of English. But how comes that you know them?"

"When I was a university student, I was their guest. We are also far
relatives. But, how did it happen?"

"The kid and me? I'll tell you. Not as you could guess. We first became
lovers, then he decided he wanted to learn English. Or, to better say,
he decided to learn English to become my lover. We met on the day I went
to admire the blooming cherries with Kikujiro. Not far from where we
spread our rug, there was the Mori family. I know just more than by
sight Mori Arinori, so I said to Kikujiro to behave well, not to make me
cut a bad figure, and went to pay my respect to the Mori family, then I
went back to sit near the boy. When, while greeting the Mori family, I
saw the young Aritada, I was simply shocked by his beauty. It has been
love at first sight. But what to do? I was asking myself, I would for
sure not have occasion to court him. After a while Kikujiro went to buy
some drinks. I was there, alone, waiting for him, when I saw Aritada
approaching me.

"The boy greets me and says: 'Who is this boy sitting here with you? He
seems very clinging and you have much patience with him.' 'He is the son
of friends," I answer not knowing what to say. 'Ah, really?' the boy
asks, then adds 'I have been observing you for a while and he seems to
me a low rank boy, notwithstanding his snobbish manners. I would not be
so capricious, if I had the luck to be your friend. I would respect you,
I would do the utmost to please you. Why do you not get rid of him, and
take instead me at his place?' I look at him taken aback, and I ask him
'Do you know what are you saying, boy?' He answers 'Yes. I read in your
eyes you like me -- even if I am still so young, I am able to understand
these matters. I like you. Think about it, and if you free yourself of
him, just let me know.' 'I could, I'll let you know, but how could we
meet, anyway?' I ask, conquered by his boldness. 'You are a teacher of
English, I heard. I could develop a sudden interest for that language.
If you get rid of that boy, just send me a letter.' he said with a smile
full of promise, and lightly went away.

"I already had a half intention to leave the actor. And that boy
attracted me terribly. Therefore, that same evening I dismissed Kikujiro
and wrote to Aritada telling him that it had been a real pleasure
meeting him the previous day while admiring the blooming cherries. And I
enclosed a poem:

Cherries admiring:
any other flower, oh,
at once forgotten.

he understood my message.

"I was soon summoned at Mori's house and was requested if I was
available to teach privately English to Aritada... and so now we are
lovers, and believe me, never a choice has been more happy. He is young
as I like, and each time he is with me, he opens for me the Paradise
doors. Do you know that he had his first man when he was eleven? And
that he always chose his men? Isn't he exceptional? He is strong and
determined like an adult and yet, when we share our intimacy, he is
sweet like the most valuable honey, he his available and docile, he does
its utmost to please me." he concluded with a dreaming and visibly
pleased expression.

"I congratulate with you." I sincerely said.

As a counsellor, I had to be available for my four students one hour
every day from Monday to Friday, when they could come to fix a meeting
with me. I was waiting with longing for Yukichi to show up. He was
prudent, he didn't ask to see me at once, but just on the third day.

When he entered in the small room, his glance was luminous as a day of
Spring. "Professor Fujita, I couldn't believe to my luck when I read on
the notice board that you were to be my counsellor. Amongst so many
students and so many teachers, to be entrusted exactly to you! Destiny
has been kind with us... We have so a full hour all for us, and not just
today!"

On impulse, without reflecting, I spread my arms and he run to me. I
held him tight, he held me tight. We were happy, deeply moved, stirred.
Our bodies were reacting to that sweet embrace, to that coveted, and
until that day impossible, proximity.

He became aware and then, with a lightly sad but wise expression, he
said: "It is rather if we sit at the table, professor, before it becomes
too difficult for me to control my desire."

"Yes, Yukichi, it is wiser. We have to keep faith to our engagement. One
more year has to pass."

"But at least, I can tell you how much I love you."

"And I to you, my Yukichi. How are you?"

"Fine, near you. And you?"

"It seems to me as a dream being able to talk with you so, without fear
of being overheard. I'm thinking of you day and night, do you know?"

"I'm counting the days parting us from the end of the school."

"Did you already decide what you will do, once you leave the High
School?"

"I will try to enrol in the new Tokyo University. I will study German. I
want to become a teacher of German like you are. If you agree."

"If only you could became a teacher at the University, how it was my
dream!"

"And as the University, luckily, has not yet a dormitory, I will go to
live... where you decide."

"Not with me?"

"Where you decide, as I said." he answered with a smile filled with
warmth.

I stretched out my hand and took his own leaning on the table: "And at
last we can be together. I desire you, Yukichi."

"I am yours, you know it. And you will make me yours. I knew other men,
before you, but no one made me yet his own. You will be the first, and
the only one."

"Did you have many men, before?"

"Well, I am still young but... more than one."

"Why did you fell in love with me?"

"It was possibly our destiny, don't you think? Perhaps in a preceding
life we were married, who knows. Or anyway lovers. As soon as I saw you,
at the admission ceremony, I understood that I could belong only to you.
That I had to be yours. I never doubted it a single moment."

"Do you know that your love made me the happiest man in the world? Do
you know that I never loved anyone so intensely? That I was waiting for
you since always? Even before knowing you really existed?" I said and
told him about the portrait I drew, years before.

He listened and nodded, happy but not at all astounded, as if I told him
obvious things.

That hour passed even too fast, but was delicious. We never had had so
much time just for us. I was deeply grateful to my colleague Tachikawa.

He came again and we spent more hours together. As to come to meet me he
had to ask for the authorisation to the various teachers, we agreed that
he would ask each time to a different teacher and mainly to Tachikawa,
so as not to be too conspicuous. Moreover I, as the other students came,
gave them a date for the following week, so that it was not only Yukichi
to come often to see me.

Each time we were alone, desire flared up really intense, but we were
determined not to trespass the limit we had imposed on ourselves. We
were talking about us, about our love, also about our desire, we made
plans.

All seemed to proceed for the best, but in September there happened a
small accident.

I bought a new suit and my faithful Naosuke, who was anyway always so
careful, forgot to move my turnip from the old waistcoat to the new one.
I didn't notice that. Therefore that morning I went to school without my
turnip. I became aware only when it was time to go to the classroom and
I, as usual, looked for my turnip in my waistcoat pocket. And my first
hour was exactly in Yukichi classroom. Woe is me! What could think my
sweet boy seeing me without my turnip? What could I do? I was worried.

I entered in the classroom a little tense, looking at once towards my
Yukichi -- his expression didn't change, he remained serious, impassive,
but his eyes widened a little and became fix, glassy.

I went to the desk and immediately said: "At times, inadvertently, one
in the morning forgets important things, or even essential. They are
unforgivable forgetfulness, for which one would never end to apologise.
Nothing changed, notwithstanding the appearance, even if our
forgetfulness could give pain to somebody. But there is no reason,
absolutely no reason. This morning, for instance, I forgot to take with
me my turnip, but tomorrow it will surely be again at my waistcoat and
nothing will be changed." My students must have thought that it was a
bit weird speech, possibly exaggerated, eccentric. But the light shone
back in Yukichi's eyes, and just that was important to me.

When we met again alone, I at once apologised for the unintentional pain
I caused him. He smiled: "You have been skilled in making me understand
it was just an unimportant episode and I had nothing to fear. Thank you,
anyway, for worrying about me. It has been a real love deed for which I
am grateful."

"Because I love you, Yukichi!"

"And I love you, more than ever." then he added with an air of sweet
reproach: "But I could possibly forget to wear my trousers, but never
the talisman to remember you my love."

I smiled: "I would like seeing you wearing just your talisman..."

He too smiled, but didn't answer.

Of course I was talking also with the other three students entrusted to
me. But with them we almost exclusively talked about their studies and
the prosecution at the university. One of them, Nosaka Shigeru, was
really passionate of classical Japanese literature but his family wanted
him to specialise in modern languages and literatures. He didn't want to
oppose them but was deeply distressed.

"Listen, Nosaka. You could dedicate to comparative literature studies.
So, even making happy your family, you can study what you most like."

"Comparative literature? What does it means?"

"It means that you have to know very deeply your own literature and that
of at least one or two foreign countries, so that you can find all the
points they have in common, also the less evident, to then point out how
they are faced and developed in the two cultures."

"It seems interesting! Who teaches comparative literature? In which
university?"

"Nobody yet. You will have to do all by yourself. But Europeans are
masters in this subject, they printed several good books about the
comparative method for literature. And you are able to read, at least,
those in English and German, then to learn the method and to apply it.
If you are interested, you could even become the first, or one of the
first experts in comparative literature in Japan."

Nosaka seemed enthusiastic about the idea, above all when I told him
that I could find the books for him. In fact I wrote to Otto, with whom
I was always in contact, asking him to find and to send me those texts,
which he did with much solicitude.

I told Otto, in a previous letter, about my falling in love with
Yukichi, and he sent me his wishes. About him, he started again to
attend the saloons and to choose a different boy each time, meeting
often those he liked best, but without binding with any of them. But I
noticed that he was talking more and more about a young gypsy musician,
and I asked myself if something wasn't being born. I wished it in my
heart -- how pleasurable it could be passing from adventure to
adventure, but there is nothing better than a steady lover.

About the other students, I didn't like so much Yoshida. He was
excessively self assured and believed too much on his own value, he was
excessively proud of his noble origins. Anyway I tried to treat him and
to help him like all the others with my advice.

About Oshima, I gradually became aware he was attracted exclusively by
his own gender. He was not really handsome, at least according my canons
of virile beauty, but he was very likeable and agreeable. Without having
ever faced the subject of his private life, I was more and more certain
about my guess, who soon had a very dramatic confirmation.

It was a December evening, and I was waiting for Sadao, when there came
to my home a clerk of the dormitory of my school to ask me to urgently
go to the school. Oshima attempted suicide. They saved him, tried to
understand the reason for that gesture by a talented student apparently
without problems, but the boy didn't talk if not to say "Why didn't you
let me die?" So they thought that I, being his counsellor, could be able
to make him open up, confide.

I told my servant Naosuke to wait for Sadao and to excuse me with him,
explain to him the unexpected event, I dressed up and went in hurry to
the dormitory of our school.

Oshima had been brought to a room in the dormitory with only one bed,
and was watched by another clerk. I entered and waved to the man to let
us alone. I sat near the bed of the boy who was lying with his eyes
shut.

"Oshima, I am professor Fujita. I would like to talk with you."

The boy kept still, his eyes shut, silent.

"I know you hear me. Open your eyes and answer me."

He didn't give sign of life. I then put my hand on his cheek in a light
caress and said in a low voice: "I know that you feel terribly sad and
lonely, and you think that nobody can understand you, help you. And yet,
I am here for you, and I would really like to be of help to you. Why
don't you try to up open for me, to tell me what pushed you to refuse to
live? At times, just talking with somebody can help us to better
understand."

>From the shut eyes of Oshima, two silent tears come down. I dried them
and continued to talk to him, trying to persuade him to tell me what was
afflicting him, but to no avail.

Then, continuing to caress his cheek, I asked in a whisper: "Is it
because you prefer men's love, isn't it?" I dared.

He widened his eyes, looked at me in amazement and murmured, in an
almost imperceptible voice: "How can you know that?"

I hit the target! I smiled him reassuringly: "I don't know it, but I
guessed it since a while. Don't you think it could be good if we talk
about it? You can open to me without worries."

He told me -- for two years he was the lover of a man. They met, and
then could make love, just in the week ends, that is when he went back
home. For those two years he had been faithful to that man,
notwithstanding he felt for him just affection. But, since the beginning
of that school year, Oshima shared his room with a boy of the first
year. Soon started between them a strong liking, then both became aware
to be in love with each other, then they started to make love every
night, swearing each other eternal love.

Then Oshima thought fair to tell the man that their story was at an end.
But the man didn't want to lose him. So, being that man his father's
employer, he asked his parents for Oshima to marry with his daughter,
and he would take him as an adopted son-in-low, so he could have the boy
in his home and continue to have him as his lover. His parents, not
knowing the true reason for the proposal, and allured, readily and
gratefully accepted.

Oshima tried to oppose but all his protests were to no avail. He didn't
want to marry, he didn't absolutely want to go again in that man's bed,
a man that now he hated, he didn't want to be parted from his boy, but
he had to inevitably do all that. Therefore, he concluded, he had no
other choice than put an end to his life.

"Who is your roommate?"

"Irota Masato."

"You really love each other?"

"Yes. If I can't stay with him, I'd rather die."

"And he?"

"He swore he will kill himself on my grave."

"Very romantic, exactly like in the old stories, but really not so wise,
don't you think? There could be different solutions, don't you think?"

"We couldn't find any other solution. I will never, ever go back to that
man. I'll kill myself, you can not prevent me for ever."

"For the moment, just wait. I will call Irota to come here to watch you,
and meanwhile I will look for a solution for both of you."

"If Irota comes here, we will kill ourselves together."

"Why don't you rather make love? I will give order that nobody enters
this room if it is not Irota to call, so you can have no worry. Listen,
let make a pact -- if I can't find a solution, I will let you to do as
you please, but until that day, you will no more attempt suicide.
Agreed?"

"I don't know what you can really do, professor Fujita, but I accept
your proposal. But, why do you want to help us? I cannot understand."

"Because I respect your love. Does your father know that you love Irota?
Does he know about that man and you?"

"No, I never told him. And anyway it would be completely useless,
believe me. It is for sure not him who would respect our love. And now
that he gave his word, to his employer... he would just tell me to
endure, as such is life! I know him very well. What solution could it
be, besides death?"

"I don't yet know, but trust me, at least for a while..."

I went to talk with Irota. I found the boy determined to follow his
Oshima to the end. I told him about the pact I made with his lover and I
accompanied him to Oshima's room.

For that day I could do nothing more, but I already had a half idea
about what I could try to do on the following day. Therefore I went back
home. It was very late and of course Sadao would not be at my home any
more. When I entered, at once Naosuke showed up.

"Welcome home, master. I... I have to ask your forgiveness!" he said
and, falling to my feet, he prostrated himself in front of me.

I looked at him amazed: "Well? What's up? What have you been up to?" I
asked.

"I know I should not have, but... When Sadao-san came, he and I... it is
my fault, master, only my fault, but I always liked Sadao-san so much,
and so..."

I understood and smiled. But with a severe voice I asked: "So, taking
advantage of my absence, you two made love?"

"Yes, master." he whined.

"And I bet that you both even enjoyed it!"

"Yes, master."

"Good. That means that next week, you will be again at my place. I had
anyway, sooner or later, to leave him, you know that very well. If you
two fit well together, I can't but be happy for both of you. Stand up,
come on!" I said gently.

"The master is not mad at me? The master will forgive me?"

"Certainly yes. But now, tell me in every detail how it happened. Sadao
did accept at once?"

Well, now also that problem was settled and I was really happy for that
solution.

Now I had to find a solution to the problem, much more difficult and
serious, of Oshima and Irota. Next day I contacted several of my
friends, amongst them there were also some influential people, and all
of them sharing my same predilection for males. A plan took shape,
developed, acquired body. Certainly there was a price to pay, but it
could be worth.

I went to see the two boys and explained them my plan -- they had to run
away from the dormitory, together. A coach would be waiting for them,
and bring them to the house of a friend of mine in Kamakura. Here they
would wait until another of my friends took them documents with new
identities -- with a new name, they would pass for brothers. Another of
my friends, who had just opened an editorial agency, would hire them
with their new identity, giving them a fair salary and even a home. The
price to pay -- they both had to renounce their studies, and to their
dream to enter the Waseda university.

The boys immediately accepted, gratefully -- they would have willingly
renounced to anything just to live together and the solution I was
proposing them seemed to them even too beautiful -- a job, a home, a new
life, together.

Oshima again asked me why I took all that trouble for them. So I
answered: "Because I too love a boy. And I would never want that
something could part me from him. Therefore, I understand you, boys.
Also my friends will help you for the same reason."

"All of them are like us?" Irota asked astounded, then, with hesitant
voice, asked: "But... what do they expect in exchange from us?"

"Nothing. Gratitude, perhaps. But not in that meaning, don't worry. Like
me, each of them has his lover, therefore they are not looking for
adventures. No, you really can love each other without obstacles, in a
few days. Certainly your families will look around for you, but they
possibly will not think to look for you as far as Kamakura."

Three days later they ran away. Of course there where investigations.
Both the family, I presume, guessed the real reason for that escape, as
the two boys had disappeared together, and just short after the attempt
suicide of one of them... I too was examined for a long time, but I
pretended not to have the faintest idea about the reason or about the
place where they could have escaped.

Only to Yukichi, when he wanted to know all the story, I told the entire
truth. At the end he embraced me and kissed me (it was our first kiss!)
and said: "This is the reward that my man deserves for what he did for
those two boys!"

"I hoped in a more intimate reward, to tell the truth." I said jokingly.

He deliciously blushed then, parting from me, said: "Still a few months
ant then, finally, you can do of me all I desire for ever, professor.
Ah, do you know, I already said to my parents that I have started to
look around for a room for when I will enter the university. They
agreed. And of course, I will find that room at your home. So, I guess
that they will come to Tokyo to meet you and to see the room, you know
how it is... Do you have a room, any room, to show them?"

"Certainly. It is small and nice, overlooking the river. I'll make it
ready."

"But... in reality... I will stay with you? You will not put me in
another room, will you? We will sleep in the same futon, right?"

"Certainly, my sweet Yukichi. It is two years I don't dream but this,
you know it. I will buy a nice double mattress, expressly for you and
me. The best and most beautiful I can find."

"Will you allow me to come with you to choose it, professor?" he asked
lightning up in a glance filled with hope.

"Certainly. As soon as the school is over and we both can be free."

The last weeks elapsed rather quickly. Yukichi had good marks and also
passed the admission exam for the Imperial University of Tokyo.

I then gave him my turnip, saying him: "Now I don't need this any more,
it is yours, as I am."

"Then I'll give you my talisman, in the wait to give you all myself. But
come, please, professor, as you know there are my parents who came to
meet you."

Both were dressed with a formal kimono. His father was a man around ten
years older than me, short and stocky, very different from Yukichi. His
mother was instead a delicate and pretty woman and it was evident that
Yukichi took mainly from her.

They both bowed deeply: "Professor, we would express our deep thanks to
have cared our son Yukichi. He told us how much you assisted him with
your precious advice. We really can not express all our gratitude. Here,
it is a small present of no value, but we pray you to accept it all the
same." his father said handing me a parcel wrapped in a wonderful silk
furoshiki.

"You take too much faith in me. I can assure you that it was a real
pleasure to follow your Yukichi -- a so talented boy." I answered.

"He told us that you have the courtesy to be available to rent him a
room in your house, professor, for all the time he has to attend the
university. Will not that be too much an annoyance to you? We are afraid
our son could become a burden to you."

"No no, on the contrary, I am really glad if he can came to live under
my roof. Would you like to come and see the room he can use?"

"Ah, professor, we entrust our son to you. We, living so far away, would
not be able to really take care of him. Our hearts would be much more at
rest knowing he can have a shelter under your roof. And you. Yukichi, be
always compliant and submissive with the professor, more than if he was
your father. Be sure to do always as and what he tells you, I order
you."

"Do not have the slightest doubt, Father. I will be more obedient than a
kerai to his tono-sama, I swear. A wish of the professor, will be an
order to me." Yukichi readily answered looking at me with luminous eyes,
but with a very serious expression.

They came to my home. I had Naosuke prepare a good traditional meal for
us four, and after showing them "Yukichi small room", we sat at the
table.

His father, during the meal, told me that he would send to his son every
month a sum for his expenses and to pay me food and room. The family of
the boy didn't certainly lack money, as his father was a wealthy land
owner of an ancient family of the lesser nobility of the province. His
mother was an agreeable woman, and his father had a deep classical
culture. I liked them. Also they must have liked me, because after they
left, while Yukichi was seeing them at the railway station, they were
just singing my praise to their son. Yukichi told me so when he came
back.

While I was waiting for him, I opened the parcel I received from
Yukichi's parents. It contained a refined box of the best lacquer, with
inside a set for the calligraphy, that must have costed a big sum. I
called Naosuke asking him to put it in the right closet, and to spread
the new mattress in my room.

"He is so beautiful, the young master! Congratulations, master. I wish
you to be always happy, together."

"Thank you Naosuke. And between Sadao and you, how are things
proceeding?"

"Ah, very well, yes, and we both are really grateful to the master as he
allows us to stay together. He, each time he goes to drink at evening at
the inn on the other side of the bridge, on his way back stops with me
very often. He says he would like to never have to go back to his wife,
he doesn't like so much carrying out his marital duties. I am lucky not
to have such a problem. And to have a master like you, and a hot lover
like Sadao."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7

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