“We love you, Jin-Sama!”
Jin Shin’ya (仁 新屋) sighed in his computer chair, slumped as he read the words on screen again. The text was so bubbly beneath the anime avatars of incredibly numerous and busty school girls, filled with so much love and energy. He had just gotten the secret ‘S-rank’ ending on his favourite visual novel where the hapless generic hero got all the women of this Tai-hen academy, but he wasn’t happy nor relieved. How could he be?
His life had just been flipped upside down.
Popularity certainly wasn’t a character in his name, as despite the exoticness of having a Japanese nuclear scientist father and American housewife mother, he faced the common problem of social isolation facing teenager growing up, deeply desiring a social life outside of the internet. It wasn’t like he was unattractive either. By all standard logic, he thought he was pretty good looking if not a little tiny and too round in certain places, his hair was neat and his skin clean and soft, a gold-mine for kuwaii-ness if he wasn’t so damn shy most of the time. That’s why he liked playing visual novels so much, a little hour after finishing his homework where he could pretend the world was interested in him, and where the girls wanting him were too numerous to count. He’d imagine them petting his skin, inviting him to all their after-school clubs, and then if he was lucky, the end of season dance where they’d share a blush kissed.
It was magical, but it wasn’t really happening to him.
So, when his parents told him that they were moving homes, changing to some little island named ‘Ioa’ he’d never heard of, there was the initial excitement of starting a new life, a new identity, a place where he could flourish. It certainly was exotic enough for that, this place wasn’t on any map he could find, but some photos shown by his parents quickly showed that it was a beach paradise, including gals in constant bikinis. Which teen wanting to start anew wouldn’t scream from the roof with excitement? Which boy wouldn’t stuff his nose with tissue to stop the bloody nose caused by such tantalizing beauties? However, that excitement churned into rumbling worry, angst grinding at his mind, realizing that he’d surely be the same Jin he was in Tokyo. He’d open his mouth, not know what to say and those cute girls would giggle, same story, new town.
Now he was in his new room, a wonderfully spacious place compared to his old broom-closet in the old apartment they inhabited which should have filled him with more hope. Yet he was in the dark tapping his mouth, as slumped as the overstuffed unpacked cardboard boxes which populated his room. Maybe he’d feel better putting up some of his favourite posters, but he couldn’t be bothered as he basked in the laptop’s glow. This game was doing as just a good job of distracting him as it was reminding him that he would never be able to actually meet any girls like this. Every positive thought was met with a negative and he groaned to think how he would sleep tonight. Staring at his new ceiling, his eye twitching as he went over the worst scenarios.
His imagination thought up something most macabre. His butt ending up at school but forgetting pants, some bigger boy dumping him in the garbage, the girls laughing, the teachers humiliating him. Then he’d come home and his mother would disown him for being a virgin without a girlfriend and then-
Wait, why was his mom in a bikini in his mind? He grunted to cross his legs, knowing that his perverted mind was screwing with him.
*Knock-Knock*
“Hel-loooo.” His mother Kurisutina peaked her head from the other side, short black bob and bright blue eyes wiggling animatedly in her usual overperky self. “Can I come in, or are you pleasuring yourself? I brought you a snack!”
“Moooom~!” He groaned out, shaking his head furiously with his hands up but legs crossed. “Don’t be gross!”
His mother Kurisutina was always quite the catch for his older father. Apparently, they’d met by chance in a hotel elevator while his father was at a conference. She was just a Japanophile on her dozenth trip to the land of the rising sun, and she blew him away with her extensive knowledge of Japanese language and history. Honestly, she’d never told Jin what she saw in his father, as they were never that wealthy and although his father was incredibly skilled in his field, he wasn’t exactly a scientist superstar.
“His laugh.” She’d say with fake smile between sips of her Asahi can, answering her son’s consistent questions about how they met and why he had a white mother and Asian father.
Despite the obvious lie of his mother though, what father said too made Jin think he wasn’t telling the truth either. A quick retelling of how they met made his father’s eyes dip down to what really attracted him to her.
*wobble wobble*
It was hard to believe how much curves could be on such a woman, but despite mom being of the average height of a Japanese woman, if not a little shorter, she had the boobs of three, if not more, bouncing in her pink tank-top as she carried a little tray over her smiling face. She had started wearing thinner tops since coming to this island, and despite the heat, her nipples were sticking out too obscenely to avoid glancing, each step making them wave on top of quaking mountains. She bent over to place the tray down, showing off the diving line of cleavage of heavy hooters before she pulled her shirt down from rolling up, tucking it a bit in her blue jeans which cut off at the knees. Her pink lipstick on thick lips gave a little kiss on his forehead before she leaned back, naturally heavy eyelashes fluttering.
Take it from her son though that how she looked was hardly the lewdest thing about her.
“I’m sorry, Jin.” She rested a palm on her cheek and closed her eyes, a little blush coming to those white cheeks. “I’m sure it’s super embarrassing for your fat and old mom to talk like that. I get you.”
He watched as she placed a fist on her wide hip, a fully plump behind packed in denim which flared from a relatively slim waist. He shut up his gaped mouth and shook his head. “N-No, it’s okay, I mean, you’re definitely not looking old and fat. You look great still!”
”Oh thanks, hun.” She gave a flap of her wrist and chuckle before suddenly leaning in with a cheeky smirk and her hand on his desk. “But if I look so great, how come you’re not giving my number and picture out to your friends?”
”Eaurch.” He choked on his spit. The boys in his old school had indeed asked that once they found out who his mother was, but they certainly weren’t his ‘friends’.
Kurisutina scoffed and waved her palm again. “Oh, I’m just joking honey. I know you don’t have any friends.”
He grumbled to his lap, nails tapping on his desk. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”
“And that’s why I brought your favourite snack up!” She pointed to the little sushi platter on the plate, one style.
Hastily rolled seaweed and sticky rice? Check. Cream cheese? Check. Peanut butter? Check. It was his favourite snack alright, and it did make him smile, as embarrassing as it was to have such odd tastes. “Thanks mom…” He popped on in his mouth.
“Now this isn’t just a pity snack, you know.” She tapped him on the nose as she sat on his nearby mattress. “I worry about you when you play those games and don’t socialize.” She put her hands on her hips. “I mean, I played a lot of video games when I was younger too, but there’s no reason why you should be playing a high-schooler on a computer when you actually are one.”
He shrugged, eating another roll. “I know mom, but it’s easier, you know?”
“Sure, but I’m sure that like me, you realize that this an opportunity to start fresh and get a good social life going.” Her legs crossed, flicking her little sandals and gorgeous red toes in a circle. “Get some friends, go to the beach, have some drinks.” That perverted smirk came back. “Get a hot girlfriend to skip class with.”
“Yeah, mom.” He rolled his eyes. “I already know, I’m just a bit worried.”
“Well, I have another little thing to help you out besides comfort food.” She reached into her jeans pocket and flipped out a slip of paper about the size of a postcard to hand to him. “I hope this helps.”
He took one look at the other side, seeing the image on the picture and his skin turned pale and pink like Kamaboko before turning it back over. “M-Mom!” He slammed the picture with his palm. “What’s wrong with you?”
”What?” She started to coil her short black hair, head giving a little wiggle. “I don’t see what the big deal is.”
Taking another quick peak, his eyes narrowed. It was around a dozen girls posing for a photo on the beach, even the most conservative bathing suit showing off tons of sexy legs and ample cleavage. “W-What is it? A postcard with models? Why are you showing me this?”
”It’s a picture of the girls in your grade at the beach, son.” She snickered. “I thought you’d be interested in seeing what island life has to hold.”
Yet again he glanced at the photos again. His eyes expanded as he looked at each of their faces. These were his classmates!? They were fucking hot! Not just cute but definitely hot, each of them looking unique as well, as the famous Ioa islander made themselves known. As though still Japanese, the women on this island were famous for their diversity of looks, different hair, different skin, different height, it was honestly something straight out of an anime in his mind and he loved it so. Some girls in the picture had brown hair, red hair, even some short dyed hair of exotic white. Even more telling were some of the curves packed on these girls, really full breasts that they weren’t afraid to advertise alongside the rest of their fit bodies. They posed so confidently too, the amount of personality just spilling from these ladies, using all 1000 words which this picture told to make each look unique.
There was the clear bookworm, the confident Tsundere, the athlete, the airhead, the flirt, the high-class lady, the-
“I’ll leave you with it then.” Kurisutina winked and got up, wiggling those round hips to his door.
“H-Hey.” He stood up and flapped his arms, the image flapping with it. “What am I supposed to do with this?” He shook his head. “I-If anything, this is going to make me more nervous!”
”Oh son.” She laughed gripping the doorknob. “Think of that as an incentive, something to get your engine going to actually give an effort.” She turned her head and gave an all-knowing smile. “After all, look at how their posing. They look like fun, open-minded girls who are definitely worth talking to.” She nodded. “Yup, in fact, I’d say just saying you’re Jin and you’re new to the school and those girls will be your friends real fast.” She winked. “Just remember they’ll want to like you, buddy. You’re a big deal.”
”Thanks mom.” His blush was bright but he appreciated it.
“But when you get to know them, don’t pussy-foot around!” Her eyes narrowed and finger wagged. “Let your intentions known by squeezing a butt and stealing a kiss!” She giggled and closed the door. “Good night!”
”Mooooommmm!” He groaned out again to throw a pillow to the door before slumping down in his chair. His face burned but he couldn’t help but smile. His mom was kind of a notorious tease, but here she was right. He kind of hated the part of these visual novels where the character acted so passive and reluctant that literally every hot girl was fawning over him. He needed to be proactive, showing that he was sexually active and looking for a fun time. Friendship was a good start but it shouldn’t be what he was willing to settle for.
He closed his laptop and stood up with his shoulders back, shoving another strange sushi roll into his mouth. There was no reason he couldn’t present himself as an eligible bachelor after all, hold his head up tall and maybe attract the attention of a girl or two interested in meeting him. He nodded, ready for bed and to embrace his destiny. He slipped his pants off and looked at the photo again. He would meet these girls for real, and make them like him, no mouse-clicks necessary. No more lonely nights with pants down.
But since school was tomorrow and he had this picture…
*Fap-Fap-Fap-Fap*
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