Hapi Mari novel: Update 5

The villa we were escorted to lies in the deepest parts of the island.  Surrounded by the tropic lush greens, the two story building is constructed similarly to the entrance, with wooden pillars and stone steps.  It looks like a polished abode out of a tourism magazine.  I run up the steps and open the door, where a spacious interior welcomes me.  A table set rests in the middle of the vaulted open living room, decorated with a distinctive table cloth and a vase of sophisticated flowers. 

"This is amazing!  It isn't something that can be done only with money, but it requires a great deal of taste too... not that a person who lives in a dirty room would understand," I say.

Hokuto glares at me silently as I show off.  No matter how well the staff can speak Japanese, they probably won't understand the term I just used.  [T/N: Chiwa used a slang term for dirty room called obeya,  probably not recognized by foreign speakers]

I turn away from Hokuto and plop down on the fluffy sofa.  Outside the large windows sits a beautiful pool, its waters glittering in the sun.

"Each villa is equipped with a pool for private use, so please feel free to take a dip whenever you like," the hotel staff punctually comments.

"Private pool?!" My eyes grow wide.

The staff member continues proudly, "There are two twin bedrooms and two bathrooms located inside the villa."

"Wah, I feel like a celebrity!"

Whenever I look through television programs or magazines, the 'luxurious hotels' special section always feature two bedrooms and bathrooms.  I'm not sure why there has to be two, but they're always opulent.

"Can I go see the bedroom?" I ask, though I've already stood up.  I open the door the staff indicates to, and impulsively let out a squeal of glee.

"A canopy bed!"

Two king size beds align together in the bitter-chocolate coloured room.  A breeze flows in from the open windows, softly rustling the transparent curtains of the canopy.  It's every little girl's dream.

"Is everything to your suiting?"

"I love everything!" I answer excitedly.

The staff seems pleased with my response while Hokuto looks exasperated.  I look carefully around the room while Hokuto listens to the staff explain the facilities.  After the staff leaves, I immediately return to the bedroom.  I have to do this!  I dive into the bed where the white sheets welcome me with smells of the sun and flowers.

"Are you a kid?" Hokuto smirks.

"Call me anything you want, it's fun," I softly smile back.

Hokuto mutters 'If you insist' as he snuggles next to my sprawled out form.  At least, that's all I had expected until I feel his hand.  Where's his hand going?  Why is it on my thigh?  His hand traces the contours inside, slipping down to the ankle.

"Ho- Hokuto!  What are you doing..."

I try to pull away from him when he grabs my ankle.  He coolly holds fast to it with his large powerful hands, leaving me no escape.  That's right, he told me he wanted to do it as soon as he can.  His heated whisper of 'I want to have you' lights up a dull heat deep inside my body, which overlaps with his body warmth that travels all the way from my ankles.  That's right, I too...

I loosen up and wait, when he suddenly lets go of my ankle.  I hear a faint clunk on the floor next.

"Eh?"

I turn my head to look down at my bare foot.

"...did you...remove my sandals?"

That's it?

"It's more comfortable this way."

"Yea...you're right," I somehow answer, aware that my face is boiling.  I'm so embarrassed that I was the only one who got turned on by his actions!  I lower my head as I sit up so that he doesn't see me and proceed to remove the other sandal.

"I'll take that one off too."

"No, I can do it," I say as I turn away from Hokuto's outstretched arm.  He embraces me from behind, holding me snugly in his arms.  As if to hint that I could not escape from his hold anymore, just like our relationship.

"Don't say that.  Especially when I'm giving you special service."

"Don't mind me."

"What do you mean don't mind me.  You don't have to hold back," he says as he reaches for my dress.  

Before I knew it, he has unzipped it, leaving my back bare to the air.

"Weren't you just going to take off the sandals..."

My protests went unheard as he unhooks my bra next.  In place of the loosened bra that hangs uselessly on my shoulders, his palm cups against my breast.

"Hokuto!"

I jump at his sudden aggressive caress, carelessly flinging my other sandal across the room with a thump.  I twist around reluctantly and say, "I thought you weren't in the mood?"

"What mood shouldn't I have been in?"

"That's..."

"You were obviously in the mood."

"Me...!?"

He noticed?!  That I became aroused when he loosened my sandals?  How cruel of him to feign ignorance all the while!  He smiles as I try to wriggle out of his grasp.  His long fingers slip into my dress from under, tracing the edges of my underwear.

"Hokuto...stop..."

His fingers continue to stir up the heat inside me.  My breath catches and my voices of struggle and protest die down.  My dress clings sluggishly to my sweaty skin.  I unconciously raise my hips up as he tugs down my underwear to my knees.

"There you go, best to be honest."

Why can he act so composed?  It's frustrating, but I've already lost the power to complain about it.  I want him to hurry and touch me.  To the deepest parts.  But whether he has noticed or not, Hokuto continues to insistently stroke along the inside of my thighs.  He lightly kisses me on the nape and arches my back.  And yet, he purposely avoids touching me where I want to be touched the most.

"Ho-ku-to..."

"Do you want me to take it all off?" Hokuto's lips murmur with a smile against my neck.  Do I want him to take it all off, what's he saying... My body trembles from his heated breath, and there was nothing I could do except nod in agreement.

"Then beg me."

"Beg...?"

"I thought I had taught you already when the yakuza members invaded your house," Hokuto says amusingly, lightly pulling off the underwear resting on my thighs.

"You...you're the worst!"

"Is that how one begs?"

"Super sadist!  You super pervert!"

"Ah, fine then."

"Ah..."

How cruel, to leave in the middle of this.

"Hmm?" Hokuto sounds way too delighted.  I can just picture him smirking while observing me from behind.  It's mortifying, but... 

I grip the sheets and say in a small voice, "...take it off.”

“Didn’t you forget to add something at the end?”

“Oh damn it!  Just take it off, my dear husband!  Are you satisfied?!”  I yell in desperation as a soft laughter passes through my sadistic husband’s lips.  With ease, Hokuto pulls off my underwear.

“Relax and close your eyes.”

“Why my eyes?”

“Just do it and obey your husband.”

Fine then, do what you want!  I don’t give a damn anymore.  I huff and shut my eyes.

“Open your legs and get up,” he orders cheekily while brushing his hands up my legs, tickling my waist with his fingers.

“Raise up your arms.”

I put my arms up in a banzai position as he slips my dress off.  His fingers slide across my chest, back, and the back of my neck.

“Hokuto…”

It’s nice that he’s touching me so gently, but enough is enough.  I want him inside me.  I want him to touch me properly.  I embrace him with those feelings, when he suddenly says,

“Done changing.”

His voice is light and devoid of any desire.  But more importantly, his words…

“Changing…?”

My eyes snap open and I look down at myself sitting in Hokuto’s arms.  Wrapped around my neck is the halter-neck bikini.  The marine blue one decorated with tropical plants.  The one I had just bought in the designer shopping district.

“Eh?  Ehhh?”

How did it become like this?  I was just wearing the striped dress until now, and then Hokuto started taking off my clothes…don’t tell me it was all one-sided!  My legs, waist, chest, back, and the back of my neck.  His gentle touches there weren’t meant to be caresses, but simple motions of changing me into the swimsuit.

“Ho-Hokuto…”

He tricked me again.  He hasn’t even noticed the effect it had on me…or rather, I’m the only one bothered by it.  I admit I was the one who fell for the same trick again and again, but he’s the one to blame for starting it!  My body shakes from both shame and anger, but Hokuto puts on an innocent blank face and stands up.

“Well then, I’ll go change too.  You want to go swim too, right?  In the private pool?”

“Of course I do…but…”

“It’s too embarrassing for me to have you change my clothes, so I’ll go change in the bathroom.”

“You…you’re the worst!”

I grab the pillow on the bed, aim, and chuck it with full force at Hokuto.  But sadly it bounces off the door as he escapes into the bathroom.  I can hear his laughter from inside.

“It’s not my fault I’m the worst.  I thought you had said I was bad at accompanying girls.”

“What…”

I can’t believe he held a grudge against what I said earlier during shopping.  Did he tease me like this for payback?  It’s not mature at all…or more like, he has a bad personality.  Why on earth did I fall in love with him again?  I reach for my bundled underwear and crumpled dress off the floor.  The cheap and practical underwear I had never planned on showing to Hokuto, and the dress I treasure deeply because he had picked it out for me.

I knew it, my love for him is irrational.




Phew, another chapter done!  I had previously skimmed the short commentary by the author at the back, on how it's not as eroi as the manga...but I think her definition of eroi is probably different than mine.  I recently discovered a type of drama cd's where the seiyuu talks to the listener...and now I'm a bit hooked.  I used to listen to the normal ones, you know, the ones based on either manga or anime and are just short funny side stories about the characters where all the main characters have conversations with each other.  I have a collection from Inuyasha, One Piece, Bleach, etc. etc.  But these one-sided ones are really cute.  Some are sexy, some are relaxing, some I find really funny (because the things I suppose the listeners are supposed to find sexy are just so random and weird),  but most take the form of the seiyuu acting as a boyfriend-like figure talking.  There are even ones that are supposed to make you go to sleep (although I'm too busy concentrating on their words and smooth voices to actually sleep).


There's this thing they use call dummy-mikes, so when you listen to the track with headphones, it'll sound like they're whispering in your ear at times.  If any of you can understand Japanese, do try it!  I'm totally in love with Yusa Kouji...his voice is sooo sexy.  Especially when he talks in Kansai-ben.  I wish he has more in which he does Kansai-ben.  I've listened to so many of his cd's now, though I'm still a bit hesitant to try the BL ones~


-whisperpuppies