"Wait, wait, hold on, Aika-chan. What do you mean by saying I'm your owner now?"
Facing each other naked on the love hotel bed, I pressed Aika for an answer. Objectively speaking, the scene looked downright criminal, but now wasn't the time to dwell on that.
"What do I mean…? Just what it sounds like. I'm asking you to buy me and keep me. You already paid, right? That means the contract's settled, doesn't it?"
Doesn't it?—Even if she said that, I wanted to yell that no contract could be this absurd. But I held back my emotions and tried to reason with her.
"Keep you… That's a pretty extreme way to put it. You're saying you want me to support you? A middle schooler, relying on some random salaryman?"
If, say, a runaway niece begged to stay for a few days, I could at least understand that. Even that would be problematic, but at least there'd be the pretense of family ties and obligation.
But she was a complete stranger. We barely even knew each other.
"That's right."
And with that, the conversation ended. No further explanation—she fully intended to move into my place.
"That's right? What about your parents? If they heard their daughter was freeloading at some single man's place, wouldn't they faint on the spot?"
If I were her father, I'd pass out a million times over. My beloved daughter, moving in with some random guy in his thirties?
"It's fine. I'm homeless. My parents abandoned me, and I've been living in a park for the past month."
My jaw didn't just drop—my eyes nearly popped out of my skull.
What did she just say?
"So no one's worried about me, and there's no parents to faint. No problems at all—I can live with you just fine, mister."
Aika tilted her head and smiled sweetly.
It was so cute I almost melted, but I couldn't let myself be swayed.
"Hold on, what do you mean you've been living in a park? What about school? Have you not gone home even once?"
I knew bombarding her with questions wasn't the best approach, but the doubts kept piling up.
A thirteen-year-old, homeless?
And a girl this cute, no less?
"I don't go to school. My parents threw me out, so I haven't gone back. For the past month, my address has been that park where we met. Of course, I didn't sleep outside or anything. I spent my days napping in net cafés or karaoke booths, and at night, I just stayed awake in the park. Safer than sleeping rough, right?"
Her tone was eerily calm as she spoke, and I couldn't hide my shock.
She didn't seem to be lying. Yet she recounted it all as if it were someone else's story.
True, as a middle schooler, she couldn't legally use karaoke or net cafés late at night. No matter how mature she seemed, her status as a minor—under eighteen—was undeniable.
So her only option was to sleep in commercial facilities with private rooms during the day and kill time in deserted places at night.
That was the only way a middle school girl could survive homelessness.
But that required money. Enough to pay for daily net café or karaoke use.
"Wait… did you sell yourself for money because you needed living expenses…?"
If so, it made sense. Not just casual compensated dating for pocket money, but prostitution for survival.
Not that I saw much difference between the two, but she had let me take her virginity—even came inside her—just to keep herself off the streets.
"I thought 100,000 yen might be a bit much, but I had to live, and I didn't want to sleep with just anyone, so I decided to stick with one person and get money from them regularly. And that's you, mister."
She said it like she'd found her destined partner, but I felt nothing close to joy.
"So… you came to me again because the 100,000 yen was running out?"
She nodded.
This was beyond reckless.
"But there was no guarantee you'd even see me again, was there?"
Sure, I'd spent the past month looking for Aika. After work, I'd wait for her in the park from evening until nearly ten.
But I hadn't seen her once in that time. Maybe our schedules didn't align, but in a city this big, finding someone whose address and phone number you don't know was next to impossible.
Today was pure luck. What was she planning to do once the money ran out?
"We would've met. Because I chose you, mister."
She said it with absolute confidence, though I couldn't fathom her reasoning. She'd clearly made this decision on a whim, betting her homeless survival on me.
"This is insane…"
I clutched my head. What kind of reckless life was this?
"Besides, you said the first 100,000 yen settled the contract, right? But then you went and said 50,000 was fine, or even 30,000. That's a contradiction, isn't it?"
"Eh? W-Well…"
Her eyes darted around guiltily.
If her earlier claim was true, she shouldn't need more money from me. Yet here she was, trying to scrape together another quick payout.
Most likely, she'd initially planned to stick to the arrangement but realized how unrealistic it was to track me down for cash when she had no idea where I was.
Then, just as she was running out of funds, I happened to show up—like a godsend. So she made up this whole "contract" story on the spot.
The haphazardness was typical of a middle schooler, but the way she played dumb about the inconsistency was downright devilish.
"Let me summarize. You're a runaway middle schooler who fought with your parents, don't want to go home, and now you're asking to live with me. Is that it?"
I spoke firmly. I couldn't let myself be toyed with by a middle school girl forever.
Time to assert some adult authority.
"Wrong. I really was abandoned. Here's proof."
From the pocket of her discarded uniform, Aika pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.
"A… disownment letter?"
The paper had Disownment Letter written boldly across the top.
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Disownment Letter
I, Kutsuki Daijirou, hereby renounce all parental rights over my eldest daughter, Aika, and relinquish all obligations of guardianship henceforth.
Should any benevolent individual desire to assume guardianship of said child, this letter shall serve as a deed of transfer, granting all parental and custodial rights to said party.
———————————————————————————
"What the hell is this?"
I grimaced at the absurd wording.
At the bottom, there was even a handwritten signature and a personal seal. For a prank document, it was oddly thorough.
"My dad wrote this. Well, not my real dad—we're not blood-related."
Again, Aika spoke matter-of-factly. Disownment letters were something wives slapped on husbands they wanted to divorce, weren't they? And only really old-fashioned ones at that.
I doubted this piece of paper legally absolved anyone of parental duties, but as far as the parties involved were concerned, the severance was real. Hence her reckless month of park living.
"So I want you to take me. I'll pay my share of rent and food by serving you—you can have me anytime, however you want."
Again, she was dead serious.
She truly, earnestly wanted me to take her in. Even if it meant selling her body.
"I'm in trouble here…"
This wasn't something I could just brush off.
At the very least, I should take her home for tonight.
Appearances be damned—I couldn't let a middle school girl keep living on the streets.
"Or… is my service not enough yet?"
"Huh?"
She pressed closer with dewy eyes. Before I could react, she had my manhood in her grasp again.
"How should I handle it? Like this, nice and slow?"
Cupping me in both hands, she began stroking up and down at a leisurely pace.
"Or should I use something else?"
"Hey, Aika-chan…?"
She grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside and dribbled it onto my hardened length. A different sensation from before teased my shaft as her slick palms resumed their work.
Squelch. Squelch.
The lewd, wet sounds filled the room. Lubricated friction heightened the pleasure, driving me toward climax. Then, once more, she trapped me between her ample breasts.
Soon, her snow-white skin glistened with lube, the sticky softness enveloping me completely. Rubbing her body against me, she began a titfuck, eventually taking the tip of my cock into her mouth as it peeked from her cleavage.
Schlick. Schlick.
The wet noises shifted into lewd slurps. My shaft was massaged between her tits while her lips and tongue assaulted the head—dual pleasures overwhelming me.
"Wanna cum? Go ahead… defile me with your seed…"
Her pleading titfuck pushed me to the edge. As I erupted between her E-cups, ropes of white splattered across her youthful yet shapely face, long black hair, milky breasts, and pink nipples.
Like an animal marking its territory.
I stained her with my essence.
"Wow… your smell… I could get addicted to this…"
Dazed, she took my softening length back into her mouth. Seeing her drenched in my cum only made me hard again. Resuming her titjob, she milked me for another load.
Slurp. Slurp.
"More… cover my face in your cum…"
Her sultry begging pushed me over the edge once more.
Despite having already climaxed multiple times today, my cock showed no signs of fatigue. Thick spurts painted her nose, lips, neck, collarbones, and cleavage.
Still, she didn't stop.
Not until every last drop was drained from my balls did she relent.
Her pristine back.
Delicate shoulders.
Cute navel.
She let me defile every inch of her.
Finally, drenched in semen, Kutsuki Aika gathered every drop on her body and swallowed it all.
As if she knew—without being told—that this was my wish.
With a bewitching smile, she whispered:
*"Thanks for the meal."
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