Nibiiro no Hana: Chapter 23

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He’d thought he could manage without turning it on, so he hadn’t bothered with small tricks like switching on the television to mask the sound—but he had underestimated himself.

Even though he was aroused, some pressure must have still lingered, and his erection remained in a half-hardened, incomplete state.

This was exactly the moment for the device he'd hidden inside to shine. But he hadn’t accounted for the noise. Starting with the TV already on might’ve helped, but turning it on during sex would make it seem like he was bored or not invested—like he found sleeping with her dull.

Maybe I’m overthinking it, he told himself. Maybe the sound’s not that noticeable.

If he only used it for the bare minimum and turned it off right after, it should be fine. Sagawa slipped his arm beneath the pillow and quietly pressed the remote. A gentle buzz began vibrating inside him, sending a jolt of direct stimulation through his lower body.

The sensation was good—enough to make him swell quickly. Even on the lowest setting, it seemed to be doing the job. But the sound still worried him. To drown it out, he made a point of kissing her noisily. He was finally starting to feel like he could go for insertion when Reina glanced around uncertainly.

“Hey… do you hear something weird?”

A cold sweat broke out down his back. That soft buzz, which he had been trying so hard to ignore, was apparently audible to her too.

“Really? I don’t hear anything,” he replied.

Trying to move forward before anything else went wrong, he brought himself to her entrance. But maybe her comment had rattled him more than he realized—because he started to lose his erection again, right in his hand. No—this can’t be happening.

Desperate, he tried to increase the vibration slightly, even though that meant more noise. While fiddling with the remote beneath the pillow, Reina shifted her body and turned sideways.

“…I knew it. I do hear something. It’s like a phone on vibrate or something.”

She was starting to fidget, clearly unsettled.

“A friend of mine told me she was secretly recorded at a love hotel once. I really don’t like the idea of hidden cameras.”

“That was a love hotel, right? There’s no way a place like this would be rigged with something like that. Come on, focus on this,” he said, trying to keep her attention on him.

He pushed her down a little more forcefully, and she stopped talking. But his own issue was far from resolved—he’d lost too much firmness to even attempt penetration. They had to pause. He kept kissing and touching her, but nothing was clicking. He was distracted and anxious, and it just wasn’t working. Even without Reina saying it, the sound of the vibrator was all he could think about.

Reina, her back arched and letting out faint moans, tilted her head with a soft “Mm?”

“What’s this?”

In Reina’s hand was the vibrator remote he had hidden under the pillow. Sagawa went pale. When he tried to snatch it from her, she cried out, “Hey, stop!” and gripped the remote tightly.

In that instant, the vibrator’s intensity shot to near-maximum. Of all things, she had pressed the adjustment button. The sudden, overwhelming sensation in his ass made Sagawa cry out, “Hiiiii!” and arch his back in reflex.

“What’s wrong?” Reina asked, startled.

She flung the remote away. It bounced off and disappeared under the neighboring bed. When Sagawa had tested the device at home, he’d tried the max setting once—it was so absurdly intense he’d immediately quit, thinking, Nope. Completely unusable.

“H-hh—hh…”

He couldn’t stop making noises. It felt good—but this was bad. Seriously bad. His hips were going to give out. He had to stop the vibrator—now. But the stimulation was too strong, and he could barely move his knees. Still on all fours, he crawled to the floor.

He peered under the bed, but the gap was only about ten centimeters, and without his glasses, he couldn’t see far. To retrieve the remote, he’d need something long to fish it out—or move the whole bed. Was there anything in the room? A hanger? Maybe in the closet. But maybe it would be faster just to take the thing out directly…

“Ryosuke-kun, you’re acting weird. Like something’s possessed you.”

Reina’s voice trembled. But he wasn’t the weird one. She had maxed out the remote and tossed it under the bed—this was all her fault. All of it…

“I’m going to go get someone,” she said.

Alarmed, he spun around. At some point, Reina had put her yukata back on. He was still completely naked. There was no way he could let anyone see him like this.

“You might not realize it, Ryosuke-kun, but this room—something about it feels wrong.”

“W-wait!”

Clenching against the chaos inside him, he staggered to his feet, gripping the edge of the bed for balance.

“Nothing’s wrong, okay?”

“No, something’s definitely wrong!”

Reina screamed, backing away. Realizing she was about to leave the room, he panicked and grabbed her slender arm.

“Let go of me! I said stop!”

Reina twisted and thrashed in his grasp. In the struggle, her thin elbow struck him hard in the stomach. Pain jolted through him, his whole body tensed, and he doubled over.

In that moment—he felt it slip out.

Panicked, he tried to clench down, but it was too late.

With a wet plop, the pink vibrator fell to the floor, buzzing loudly—bzz-bzz—and squirming like a worm between his feet.

Reina stared, mouth agape, fixated on the pink object. Sagawa frantically tried to step on it, but ended up flicking it with the tip of his big toe. It rolled… all the way to Reina’s feet.

Reina lifted her head and looked Sagawa in the face. The fear and confusion that had clouded her eyes before were gone.

“…This is a vibrator, isn’t it?”

Her voice, which usually had a slightly high tone, now sounded shockingly low.

“I-I don’t know.”

Her cold stare clearly said, That’s a lie.

“It’s… not mine.”

Even though he’d just given birth to the thing right in front of her, he couldn’t admit it.

“It’s… some kind of mistake.”

He was no longer sure what he was even saying. His excuses grew more desperate, and the expression drained from Reina’s face more and more.

“There’s a reason for this—”

When he reached out to touch her shoulder, she shouted, “Don’t touch me, pervert!”

The word hit him like a slap. Shock rooted him to the spot. Reina walked toward the back of the room and turned her back, starting to pack her things. Wait—she’s leaving? Now? Seriously?

He stared at her in a daze as the buzzing of the pink device on the floor seemed to grow louder and louder in his mind. Rage burned through him. He grabbed the wet cord meant for removal, yanked it up, and slammed the thing down onto the floor.

With each impact and buzz, it seemed to mock him. On the fourth slam, there was a loud crack, and the batteries shot out—at last, it went silent.

Breathing hard, chest heaving, he looked up—only to see Reina staring down at him like he was a piece of dog shit on the street.

Her hair was disheveled. She was barefoot beneath her dress. Clutched tightly to her chest were a small Boston bag and her handbag.

“What are you going to do now?” he asked.

She didn’t respond.

“Where are you going?”

When he moved closer, Reina took a small step back. With her head slightly bowed, she muttered, “I’m going home.”

“But it’s midnight… there aren’t any more bullet trains…”

Her eyes dropped to the soaked cord still in his hand, then to the shattered pieces of the vibrator on the floor. He panicked and threw them aside.

“I just want you to listen to me—”

But she cut him off sharply. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“…Sorry. I just… can’t. I can’t handle this. I’m repulsed.”

Leaving behind words that hit harder than any punch, Reina stormed out of the room. Left completely naked and alone, Sagawa slumped to the floor.

What do I do…? The outcome had been so catastrophically bad, he had no idea where to begin. Just looking at the shattered vibrator made him feel nauseated. Fighting the urge to vomit, he gathered the broken pieces and tossed them in the trash can. But then the thought of the cleaning staff finding it filled him with dread. He quickly pulled it back out, stuffed the parts into a plastic bag, and hid it at the bottom of his suitcase.

He put on the inn’s yukata for now, but the spacious room felt too big, too empty for just one person. He couldn’t sit still. More than anything, he wanted to at least clear up Reina’s misunderstanding. Clutching his phone, he tried to type out an explanation—but his fingers froze. No matter how he twisted it, he couldn’t justify using the vibrator. If he said it was treatment for erectile dysfunction, she’d label him “impotent.” If he admitted he liked being penetrated, he’d be branded a “pervert.”

In the end, he couldn’t write a reason at all. He simply sent a stream of messages: “It’s a misunderstanding.” “I love only you.” “Please, let’s talk again.”

They were marked as read—but Reina didn’t reply.

Unable to stand it, he called her, but the line didn’t connect. He knew he was coming off as clingy and desperate, but he had no other choice. He kept messaging her on social media, even after she stopped reading them altogether.

He had known it would be bad if he got caught—but he hadn’t imagined that kind of worst-case scenario. The moment the remote slipped under the bed, he should’ve rushed to the bathroom, taken it out, and destroyed it. But in that moment, all he could think about was how to stop the vibrations—his mind couldn’t come up with a better solution.

The sex worker had been used to prostate play and vibrators. Dan had enjoyed watching him react. Surrounded by people who found it normal, he’d let his guard down. But now, Reina had reminded him: to someone with “normal” sensibilities, that wasn’t normal at all.

He spent the night gripping his phone, waiting for Reina’s forgiveness. Morning came.

He opened his messaging app.

There was still no read receipt on his latest message. She might have blocked him.

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