「warmth」の検索結果

I remember taking in a lonely boy my son's age who lived nearby, raised by busy parents. He showed an unusual fascination with my red high heels, always clinging to my legs and staying at my feet. I think even the warmth of my legs brought joy to that lonely boy. I poured as much love into him as I did my own son. Eventually, he spent more and more time tucked inside my skirt.

Shinichi Takahashi wandered through the entertainment districts almost every night. Though he worked for a major corporation in the heart of the city and held the impressive-sounding title of section manager, his home life had collapsed. His wife and child had left for the countryside. What remained was nothing but the endlessly swelling stress of work and the exhaustion that sank deep into his body. Every weekend he went to brothels. Drawn by the glittering neon lights, he would pay for a woman’s warmth in a cramped private room. Yet even in the act itself, his heart remained parched. Money drained away, emptiness piled up. For a man already past his mid-thirties, it was nothing but consumption. One evening, as he sat in a dim room, cigarette smoke curling around him, Shinichi thought: I’m only pouring money into desires that others hand me. What if, instead, I could turn my very own desire into a business?