TL: It seems this is where the horni phase picks up, R18 Scenes seems to be on the horizon comrades.
Before Kotono went blind, I read a book called “Helen Keller’s Disorder” at the school library.
It was for a book report homework assignment, and after reading it, I realized that
Helen Keller was a great person, but Dr. Sullivan was even greater.
If it weren’t for Dr. Sullivan, I would have never been able to read this book.
If it weren’t for Dr. Sullivan, Helen Keller would have been wandering in the dark for a long time. I wrote about it in my book report and got a “very well done”.
The current Kotono and I are similar to them, but in reality, we are completely different.
I am a servant hired by the Harukawa family, and I am Kotono’s exclusive servant. She gives me orders, and I do what she tells me to do.
And above all, Helen Keller and Dr. Sullivan are both women.
Kotono Harukawa is a girl who will turn seventeen in May. On the otherhand,
I was a healthy boy who would turn seventeen in October.
My days are quite busy.
I wake up in the morning, change into my school uniform, have breakfast with Kotono in her room, and leave the house.
The school is an integrated junior and senior high school for boys located an hour’s drive away, and every day I drive to school in a black Lincoln with a driver.
After class, I get into the car waiting at the school gate and drive straight back to the mansion.
As soon I return, I change into my servant’s uniform and go straight to Kotono’s room.
I spend my free time with her, finish my homework and preparations in Kotono’s room, and have dinner with her. When it was time for her to go to sleep and take a bath, I finally go back to my room and had some time to myself.
To be frank, I often wonder why I’m doing this. I can’t spend time with my classmates after school, I can’t stop by the arcade or the okonomiyaki restaurant.
And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to quit this life.
“Sasuke, read this book.”
If Kotono had said that, I would have taken her hand and sat down on the sofa with her.
Kotono sits on my lap with her back to me.
That meant I would be her chair for the entire reading.
Kotono’s soft body is resting against mine.
The scent of shampoo hits my nose, and I am enveloped in her sweet body odor.
“Come on, get on with it.”
“Well, let’s see, ……, ‘For a long time I had decided to take an early rest’…”
I don’t know when this ” Sasuke chair” habit started.
I think I remember it was around the time I moved up from middle school to high school, but to be frank, it was torture for me.
Kotono is a small girl, so it’s not that heavy. But my healthy crotch reacted honestly to the feel of her body.
I was always afraid that my erection would hit her and she would find out.
Kotono had a keen sense of intuition, but she never once blamed me for it. Maybe she thinks it’s just the way things are.
Anyway, I was forced to read novels until Kotono felt like it, and during that time, I was forced to fight against my own desires.
Sometimes Kotono gets sleepy and falls asleep in the middle of the book.
When this happens, I call Anna, the maid, on my cell phone and ask her to tuck her into bed properly.
If I don’t, I feel like I’m going to have a breakdown.
“Oh my little lady, you’re on Sasuke-san’s lap again. I guess it can’t be helped.”
Anna-san is Kotono’s maid, and she takes care of things that I don’t. She helps her with bathing, does her hair, etc.
She helps with bathing, dries and irons her hair, helps her change her clothes and does her makeup.
I don’t know how old she is, but she calls herself “Alaska” and has a boyfriend she’s promised to marry, a pretty woman with big tits, probably E cups and quite beautiful.
“Young lady. Let’s go change properly before we go to bed.
“Hmm, Anna, what time is it?|
“It’s almost ten o’clock. Let’s take a bath and get some rest.”
Anna woke up the sleepy Kotono and made her stand up.
That’s where my role as a chair finally ends.
“Sasuke-kun, that’s enough. Go back to your room.”
Anna-san smiles and lets me leave.
I hurried out of the room, trying not to show off the bulge between my legs.
This is how I managed to succeed in prolonging the life of reason. Phew.
With my crotch harder than a frozen banana, I went back to my room, took off my uniform, took a bath, and brushed my teeth.
I get out of the bath, dry my hair, and put on my pajamas.
At the end of this process was the masturbation that I had set as my daily duty.