Whispers of Lust in the Countryside
Chapter 184 - 183 : Greed

Chapter 184: Chapter 183 : Greed

Hina didn’t cry.

She didn’t scream.

She didn’t even feel the weight of her mother’s dead body.

Inside her mind, the thoughts were cold and sharp.

’Survive. Find a way. No one can know. No one can connect me to this.’

She turned and ran.

She ran through the narrow back path until her legs burned, through the forest until the trees blurred, then down the dirt road that led to the small station two hours away. The sky was still black with rain, but she didn’t stop. She didn’t look back. She kept running until she reached the station, bought a single ticket with the last of the money she had, and boarded the train.

The train rattled through the night. Hina sat in the corner seat, knees pressed together, eyes staring at nothing. Her mind was already spinning new lies, new survival plans.

She stepped off the train.

At 12:30 AM the station was almost empty. Only the low hum of the waiting room lights and the occasional distant train whistle broke the silence. Hina chose a bench near the wall, pulled her raincoat tighter around her body, and sat completely still, pretending to sleep. She had been there for over an hour when a man walked past.

He was in his late forties, short hair, tired eyes, wearing a cheap raincoat. He glanced at her, then stopped.

"Why are you alone here in the middle of the night?" he asked, voice low and calm. "How old are you?"

Hina lifted her head slowly. She made her eyes look tired and lost, voice soft and shy.

"I’m new in this town... looking for a job," she lied, voice trembling just enough to sound real. "I’m thirty years old."

The man studied her for a second, then nodded once.

"I can give you a job," he said. "Will you do it?"

Hina’s dark eyes widened in fake surprise.

"I will do it as long as you pay," she replied immediately.

"I will pay," the man said. "And I will give you shelter too. My place is small, but it’s clean. Come with me."

Hina stood up without hesitation. "Okay. I will do."

The man — whose name was Fujito — introduced himself while they walked. He worked the late-night shift at the convenience store on the edge of town. Hina smiled sweetly and gave him a fake name — "Haruka" — and a fake age, a fake hometown, everything completely made up. They talked little on the way. The rain had stopped hours ago, but the streets were still wet and empty.

After twenty minutes of walking, they reached his small apartment above the store. Fujito opened the door and let her inside.

"Take a shower first," he said gently. "There’s clean clothes in the bathroom. When you come out, rest on the bed. I’ll shower after you."

Hina nodded, eyes down, voice soft and obedient.

"Thank you...."

She went into the small bathroom, locked the door, and turned on the shower. The hot water felt strange after days of constant cold rain. She stood there for a long time, letting the water run over her body, thinking about the dead bodies at home, about the men who had fucked her every day, about the village that had become hell.

When she finally stepped out, wrapped only in a towel, Fujito was waiting in the living room. He looked at her — wet hair, soft curves, tired but beautiful eyes — and smiled politely.

"Rest on the bed," he said. "I’ll shower now."

Hina lay down on the small futon he had prepared, still wrapped in the towel, staring at the ceiling. The apartment was quiet. The town outside was dark. Somewhere in the distance, another train whistle sounded.

She closed her eyes, but sleep wouldn’t come.

Not yet.

Her mind was already calculating how long she could keep lying.

How long until someone found out the truth.

How long until the rot from the village finally caught up to her.

The bathroom door opened with a soft click.

Fujito stepped out wearing only a towel around his waist, water still dripping from his short hair. He stopped when he saw her. Hina was sitting on the edge of the futon, completely naked, the towel discarded beside her like it had never existed. Her long hair was wet and loose, falling over her shoulders. Her small, perfect breasts rose and fell with every slow breath, nipples already stiff in the cool air. Her pussy was smooth, puffy, and glistening with a thin sheen of her own arousal.

She looked straight at him, dark eyes half-lidded, and spoke in a low, confident voice that left no room for denial.

"You want my body, don’t you? Middle of the night, a girl you found on a bench... so why not take her home and fuck her? Right?"

Fujito froze for half a second. Then he nodded once, voice calm and matter-of-fact.

"Yes... I want to fuck you. So I brought you here. Obviously I won’t fuck you for free. I will give you money, shelter... whatever you need."

Hina smiled — slow, wicked, completely in control.

"Well then... that’s a deal. Now come fuck me."

She didn’t wait. She tossed the towel aside with a casual flick and spread her legs wide on the futon. Her pussy was already dripping, lips puffy and shiny, clit peeking out. She looked up at him, voice dripping with dark lust.

Fujito came by seeing her naked.

"Never seen a naked woman before? By seeing a naked woman you cum? Don’t waste time. Suck my pussy. Taste it. All of it."

Fujito’s eyes widened. His cock was already hard, thick and throbbing, the head glistening. He dropped to his knees between her spread thighs and buried his face in her pussy like a starving man.

He sucked greedily — long, hungry licks from her dripping entrance all the way up to her swollen clit. His tongue swirled around her folds, pressed inside her, sucked her clit hard, then flicked it rapidly. Saliva poured out, mixing with her juices, dripping down her ass and onto the futon. Hina moaned loudly, hips rolling up to meet his mouth.

"Mmm... yes... suck it harder... taste my pussy..." she gasped, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him deeper. "Suck my clit... I’m already so wet for you..."

He switched between sucking her clit and fucking her with his tongue, cheeks hollowed, moaning like he loved the taste. Wet, obscene sounds filled the small room — slurp-slurp-slurp — her juices coating his chin and lips.

Hina’s moans grew louder, her body arching, small breasts bouncing.

"Ahh... yes... your tongue feels so good... never imagined someone would suck me like this..." she moaned, voice dark and filthy. "Don’t stop... eat me... I’m cumming already..."

She came hard, pussy clenching around his tongue, squirting a little onto his chin, but Fujito didn’t stop. He kept sucking, licking, swallowing every drop.

Finally he pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny, voice rough.

"I’ve never seen a naked woman so beautiful..." he said, eyes locked on her dripping pussy. "Suck your nipples now..."

Hina sat up, pulled him up, and kissed him deep. Their tongues slid against each other, saliva mixing, her small breasts pressed against his chest. He sucked and licked her nipples one by one, tongue swirling around the stiff pink buds, while she moaned into his mouth and rubbed her soaked pussy against his hard cock.

When they broke the kiss, Fujito was on his back. Hina straddled him, took his medium-sized cock in her hand, and slowly guided the head to her dripping entrance.

"Fuck me..." she whispered, sinking down slowly. "I’m doing this for the money... for the shelter... but fuck me anyway."

His cock slid in easily — not long, but thick and perfect. She rode him slowly at first, then faster, moaning the whole time, small breasts bouncing, pussy stretching around him. She came again, then again, while he groaned and thrust up to meet her.

She was fucking him for her pleasure and his money.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

The night was dark.

The money was waiting.

And Hina was already addicted to the next cock waiting somewhere in this town.

Seven days passed like that.

Every single day, all day and all night, Fujito fucked Hina.

He didn’t sleep. He didn’t eat. He didn’t even try to go back to the convenience store again. He lived only for Hina’s body.

Night after night it was the same.

He would eat her out until she squirted all over his face, tongue buried deep in her cunt.

She enjoyed every second.

She gained his trust completely.

On the seventh night, she was riding him like always. Hina was on top, straddling his waist, small breasts bouncing, pussy stretched around his cock as she bounced faster and faster. Her head was thrown back, long black hair spilling down her back, mouth open in a constant, filthy moan.

"Ahh... fuck me harder... I’m so close... cum inside me... fill me..." she gasped, grinding her clit hard against his pubic bone.

Fujito groaned beneath her, hands gripping her hips, thrusting up to meet her.

"I’m cumming... take it... take all of it..." he said, voice rough.

He exploded.

Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight into her womb, pulse after pulse, bloating her belly slightly. Hina felt every drop, every throb, her pussy clenching and milking him through his orgasm, squeezing out every last drop so none of it leaked out too fast.

While he was still twitching and releasing the last of his cum, Hina’s hand moved like lightning.

She had prepared it earlier — a small, hidden syringe filled with a strong sleeping medicine she had bought at the hospital pharmacy days ago. In one smooth motion, she dragged the needle straight into the side of his neck, right at the junction of shoulder and neck.

Fujito’s eyes widened for a second.

"What—?" he tried to say, but his voice was already slurring.

The medicine worked instantly.

His body went limp. His hips gave one weak twitch, then stopped moving completely. His cock still twitched inside her for a few more seconds, but the cum was already leaking out around the pussy. His eyes rolled back and he passed out, snoring softly, completely unconscious.

Hina stayed on top for a moment, feeling his soft, softening cock still inside her pussy, cum slowly dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets. She smiled — slow, dark, satisfied.

Then she pulled herself off him, leaving his spent, cum-filled cock resting against his thigh.

She stood up, naked and glistening with sweat and cum, and walked to his desk. With calm, practiced fingers she took his wallet, his phone, and the small black notebook where he kept his life savings.

She counted the money — over seven hundred thousand yen in cash, plus the gold chain and the two gold rings he always wore. She slipped everything into the black bag.

Then she put on the same raincoat she had worn when she arrived, the one with his money hidden inside the pockets, and walked out of his apartment at 3:17 AM.

She made a convenience-store worker into a beggar in one single night.

The town slept.

Hina walked into the darkness, black bag heavy on her shoulder, pussy still leaking Fujito’s cum down her thighs, mind already calculating her next move.

She was free.

For now.