[H-051]

HAPPY FISH Miki Uehara

Every day at the same time, I ride in the same train car. At first, I hated it. When I consulted my friends, they just said, "It happens because you leave yourself open." But lately, I've gotten used to it—more than that, I've even started to feel a little curious. Around the second station, he appears as usual. Our connection has grown deeper. He's incredibly skilled, and the way he whispers hoarsely in my ear feels unbearably intense. The train always arrives at the station right when I'm about to climax, so I spend the entire day thinking about him. Today is different. I hear his voice whispering in my ear, "Tonight at eight, I'll be waiting for you at this station..." I shiver at the sound of his voice—something I've never heard before—and find myself nodding in agreement.