Banging the Hot MILFs of Tokyo-Chapter 22

9:15PM

Three hours counting...

Yuki sat still, hunched on a cold, splintered bench just behind Suncrest Bakery, his head tilted, eyes fixed on the back entrance. The back entrance was Emi's favorite door to exit through after her shifts—red-eyed, apron smudged, sometimes still dusted in flour.

But tonight, the alley remained hollow, the steel door locked tight, and the windows above dim. His head hung low, as he kept on waiting.

9:30Pm

Fifteen minutes and no sign of either Emi nor the bakery closing for the day. He sighed, pocketing his hand into his pants. He owed Emi a proper explanation—not so she could take him back, no. That ship had probably sunk with a whole Titanic orchestra playing.

But she deserved the truth.

After everything she'd done for him, she deserved to know he didn't just ghost her. Not after she paid his tuition, his rent, and practically carried his worthless ass through university.

He exhaled, cold air escaping his cracked lips. A dull buzzing snapped him out of his thoughts.

Bzzzzzz.

He twitched. His eye twitched.

BZZZZZ.

The fly hovered around him once again. This time around more intense with more buzzing sounds. "Fucking hell—" He swatted it, missed, and cursed louder. "Can't even afford peace now?" The fly circled back again, buzzing right by his other ear this time.

Whap!

Another miss.

In anger, He stood up suddenly, arms flailing at the flying disturbance. "Oh, you wanna square up? I'll square up!"

BZZZZZ.

Yuki spun, hands flapping. "Even flies can smell the poverty radiating from me!" he roared to the empty street, drawing a few barks from a dog across the road. He gulped in, and released a deafening sigh seeing the dogs were chained to the bench opposite the alley.

He collapsed back onto the bench, panting, hair messy, his breath fogging up in the chill air. "What's next? Pigeons pecking my pockets for loose change?" As if on cue, a fat pigeon waddled up and stared at him.

Yuki narrowed his eyes. "Don't."

The pigeon blinked slowly.

"I said don't."

It cooed and waddled closer.

"Touch me and I swear to god, I'll grill you." It was as if the pigeon could understand him, and tilted its head, blinking slowly with that smug smile that only city birds seemed to master. Yuki leaned back on the bench and dragged a hand down his face frustratedly.

"I'm talking to pigeons now? Great," Yuki rumbled. "Next thing you know, the rats will start charging me rent." The pigeon cooed again, took a bold step closer, then pecked—pecked—at the frayed hem of Yuki's jeans.

"HEY!" Yuki yelped, kicking his legs out. The pigeon flapped back a few feet, unimpressed. "You freeloading feathered devil! Go beg somewhere else!"

It stayed there, just out of foot's reach, as if mocking him. Yuki turned away dramatically, crossing his arms. "You know what? Fine. Peck all you want. At least you showed up." He buried his face in his hands and groaned. "I need a win. One small, dirty, glorious win is all I ask you motherfucking earth!"

He pulled out his phone. No messages. Battery at 12%. He stared at the screen. Emi's contact sat at the top of his recent calls. His thumb hovered, then tapped. The phone rang. Once. Twice. Four times all with the same reply:

[The number you've called is currently out of reach]

Yuki's thumb hovered helplessly over the screen. He didn't know if he wanted to scream or smash the damn phone against the brick wall behind him. He shoved it back into his pocket and hunched over, elbows on his knees, staring at the cracks on the pavement like they held answers.

His gaze shifted to the pigeon, now pecking lazily at some bread crumbs near the trash pile. Yuki scoffed and shook his head. "Being a human is exhausting. See that pigeon? Doesn't have to worry about rent, bills, heartbreak. Just eats garbage and lives rent-free on rooftops. Lucky bastard."

He leaned back with a tired sigh, watching the bird bob its head cheerfully, unconcerned by anything in the world.

Unexpectedly, The pigeon suddenly flight, flapping its wings right above him. Yuki barely tilted his head to follow it when—

Splat.

Something warm and wet hit the side of his cheek. His eyes widened in a rush, blinkinh terrified. He slowly reached up with two fingers and touched his face. The sticky, squishy feeling confirmed his worst suspicion. "No..." he whispered. He held his fingers up to the light.

Bird poop.

Right on his face.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" He shot up from the bench, wiping at his cheek furiously with the inside of his sleeve. "That's your response, universe? You give me bird shit?! Not a sign, not a miracle, but pigeon poop?!"

He looked up at the sky, exhaustion spread across his face. "I'm done. DONE. You win. You hear me?! Just strike me down already!"

Then—

Clunk.

Yuki's head snapped up.

Creeeaaak.

The back door of the bakery slowly opened. Light spilled into the dark alley in a dull white light glow, and a figure stepped out. Yuki's heart leapt, packing himself up and completely wiping off the poop from his hair. "Emi?!" He shot up from the bench, stumbling a bit as he rushed toward the door.

But it wasn't her.

Instead, a man in a navy-blue hoodie and black slacks stepped out, carrying two cardboard boxes usually the kind for cake delivery. He squinted in surprise at Yuki's sudden approach.

"Oh," The man said, adjusting his grip on the boxes though frightened. "We're closed for the day. Did you want to get something from the bakery?"

Yuki's eyes went dark, his suspicion rising quickly. For four good years he had worked in Suncrest Delights, he had never seen such a face whether as a co-worker or a delivery person. He became vigilant. "No, I'm looking for Emi. And you are supposed to be?"

The man shifted his stance, placing one of the boxes down to free his hand. "Ah. Right. My bad. I'm Hayato Mizushima—the new owner. Just signed everything over a few hours ago." He took out his hand for a friendly shake, however Yuki ignored it, his mouth agaped. No sound came out at first. Then:

"New... owner?"

Hayato nodded, clearly unfazed by Yuki's cold reaction. If anything, he looked smug about it. "Yeah. Miss Emi just finalized the sale today. Closed up actually. Said something about wanting a fresh start on a call with her aunt. Quick deal. Clean exit."

He glanced back at the bakery with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Honestly, I was working late tonight trying to tear down the old vibe. Rebranding, repainting, you know—modern touch. The space? Way too cheap to be just ¥500,000. Total steal. It's like she wanted to get rid of it."

He shifted the cake box in his arm and coughed under his breath. "If you ask me, I think I made a hell of a buy. Probably the easiest transaction I've ever done." He looked Yuki up and down. "She didn't even put up a fight. Just walked out like none of this ever mattered."

"A fresh start?" Yuki repeated, none of Hayato's words made sense to him. "And she didn't... say anything?" Hayato studied him for a moment, curiosity piqued.

"Hey kiddo, Are you... a friend? Family? Were you working here?"

Yuki looked away, lips pressed thin. He didn't know how to answer him, and only mumbled something underneath his breath. Yuki's heart thudded painfully in his chest. Emi sold the bakery? Just like that?

No goodbye, no call, no explanation?

No. That didn't sound like her. Not at all.

His eyes narrowed sharply at Hayato, fists balling at his sides. "You're lying," Yuki said through gritted teeth. Hayato raised an eyebrow, still unbothered by Yuki's odd behavior.

"Excuse me?"

"That bakery was Emi's life," Yuki snapped, taking a slow, dangerous step forward. "She built it from scratch. She wouldn't just toss it aside like yesterday's trash. What did you do to her?" His voice cracked, fury simmering behind every word. "You did something wrong, asshole."

"Whoa—hey—"Startled by his change in tone, Hayato stepped backwards but Yuki was already closing the space between them. In a flash, Yuki smacked the top cake box out of Hayato's arms, flying into the alley wall.

The cardboard tore open, splattering chocolate, frosting, and sponge cake all over the bricks. "What the hell?!" Hayato roared, his hands red from the force which Yuki used to push away the cardboard.

Yuki didn't stop. He grabbed Hayato by the collar and slammed him against the wall. His grasp already clamped up on Hayato's apron's straps. "Where is she?! What the hell did you do to Emi?!"

"You rascal! I did nothing to your precious Emi! Let go off me!" Slammed to the wall, Hayato coughed out, struggling to free himself from Yuki's tough grip. "I just signed some papers and took over her crumbling little dream! You think I forced her? She came to me! She sold it willingly!"

He pushed against Yuki's chest, failing to break free. "Touch me again, and I swear I'll call the police on your broke, desperate ass!" ƒreewebηoveℓ.com