I entered the bedroom and met a pervert who liked guns. (This episode contains slightly adult content; those who are sensitive can skip it, as it won’t significantly affect the story’s progression.)
“Haa, it’s thick, magnificent. And, hmm, so hard. It doesn’t seem like it would bend no matter how many shots I fire.”
“Huh? Is this still going on?”
“How about the bullets? Amazing, two are already loaded. You can fire anytime, can’t you? I wonder what kind of sound it makes when fired. I want to hear it.”
The man opened the gun with practiced ease and peered into the magazine. What? Is he going to fire here? Is he crazy, or what the hell is this?! As soon as he appeared, he started licking my gun and touching it without permission. That’s my gun, you’re tainting someone else’s property carelessly.
“Hey, is it okay?”
“Are you planning to fire here?”
“Y-yes. Is it not okay? On the terrace, I’ll do it on the terrace! Just let me fire one shot, please.”
When I said “I guess I have no choice,” the man trembled with joy. What a weirdo with a twisted fetish. When we went out to the terrace, we had a panoramic view of the island’s forest. The distant sea was hazy, blending with the sunset.
Curtains swayed through the open window onto the white-painted terrace. I wanted to wake up slowly here in the morning, feeling the breeze.
But the mood wasn’t right for that now. The pervert was drooling, eagerly awaiting my gun.
“Kneel there.”
The man did as he was told and knelt facing me. I could see his throat move. I’m going to teach this perverted thief a lesson.
I grabbed the man’s chin and tilted his head up.
“Hih?!”
“My gun got dirty, didn’t it? I want you to clean it with your skilled tongue.”
“E-eh, no, that-”
Seeing his mouth start to open, I forcefully shoved the gun in. It hit his white teeth with a thud, but I kept pushing it all the way down his throat.
“Ogo, gobo.”
“How’s that? How do you like the taste of your beloved gun?”
His clean face contorted in disgust as he vomited. I pushed it in to the very limit and slowly pulled it out.
“Ugh, *cough*, w-wait.”
“You’re going to clean it, right? Take care of the other hole too.”
The man, breathing raggedly, stretched his tongue towards the other muzzle.
“Haa, haa, n, can I touch it?”
“No, don’t touch it with your hands, it’ll get dirty.”
He muttered something like that between breaths. Then came a disgusting smacking sound. It bothered me, so I shoved it in again.
“Gofu, u-ugh!”
“Stop messing around, you’ll never be able to fire at this rate.”
Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the terrace.
“Gobo, vu, zuzu.”
Despite his pained expression, there was a look of ecstasy on his face. That made me even more irritated, so I put more force into my thrust. A muffled voice vibrated the gun from the sound in his throat.
“Hello, Hiro, are you there? Let’s eat!”
It was Piyo’s voice! I heard it from behind. She must have come looking for me.
“If you make any noise, I’ll have you enjoy the firing sound deep in your throat like this.”
“Nguu, nguun.”
“Hiro, where are you?”
Piyo’s voice was getting closer. This is bad. I shoved the gun into the man’s mouth, let go, and returned to the room. Then I immediately turned around and closed the curtains behind me.
“Oh, there you are. Were you looking outside?”
“Yeah, the sunset was beautiful.”
“Piyo wants to see too!”
This is bad! If she saw him now, that pervert would be exposed. I hurriedly grabbed Piyo’s shoulder.
“Why don’t we look from that room? It has a wider terrace.”
“Yeah, let’s go!”
“Wait for me, I’ll be right there. I need to close the window.”
Piyo left the bedroom with a smile. Now, I wonder what happened to that pervert.
When I opened the curtains, he was still sitting there, as I had told him, with the gun in his mouth. As I pulled it out with a slurp, the man collapsed onto the terrace floor.
“Haa, haa, i-it was amazing. Brother, your gun has potential.”
“Well, thank you, but you don’t seem to be reflecting on anything.”
“Reflec…?”
The man stood up, still catching his breath, and looked at my gun with adoration.
“…Is it no good?”
“No, it’s not. And where did you come from?”
“I climbed in through the window. See you later.”
“W-wait!”
The man climbed onto the railing and smoothly moved to the adjacent terrace. He looked back at me one last time and smiled.
“I collect them, so come and see if you’re interested.”
Of course, I wouldn’t go. Ah… what was I even doing? From a distance, I could hear Piyo calling me. And in my hand remained a soaking wet gun.
“I wonder if this is still usable… Haa.”
In the end, I couldn’t even take a nap. I quietly closed the window and left the room.
