Original title: Ashura Garu
Copyright © Otaro Maijo, 2003
Originally published in Japan by Shinchosha Publishing Co. Ltd.
English translation Copyright © Stephen B. Snyder 2014
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Cover and book design by Sam Elzway
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HAIKASORU
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Maijo, Otaro, 1973- author.
[Ashura Garu]
Asura Girl / Otaro Maijyo ; translated by Stephen Snyder.
pages cm
ISBN 978-1-4215-7537-7 (paperback)
1. Serial murders--Fiction. 2. Suspense fiction. I. Snyder, Stephen, 1957- translator.
PL856.A46A8413 2014
895.63'6--dc23
2014024941
Haikasoru eBook edition
ISBN: 978-1-4215-8129-3
The Cliffs
The Forest
Round-and-Round Devil
About the Author
1
They told me it would be okay, so I went ahead and did it. But of course it got messed up. No way it wasn’t going to get messed up—or lost completely. My self-respect.
Now I want it back.
That’s what I want to tell him, but I know it won’t help. Sano isn’t about to give it back to me, and self-respect isn’t something a person can give you back anyway. You’ve got to get it back yourself. It was a bad idea in the first place to do it with somebody I don’t really like. For one thing, he didn’t say he liked me—he wasn’t even really a friend. We go to the same school, but we don’t hang out with the same people, aren’t in any classes or clubs together. So why did I do it with him?
Because I was drunk. That’s what I’d like to say, but that wasn’t really the reason. And it wasn’t what you’d call an “ethical lapse” or anything fancy like that either. The truth is…I did it because I was curious.
The size of Akihiko Sano’s penis was the punch line for a lot of jokes around school. Everybody said it was microscopic, and I guess part of me wanted to see if the rumors were true, just for the hell of it. Or maybe it was because I’d heard he knew some special “technique,” something he did with his fingers to make up for his micro-dick. But the truth is I don’t care about “technique.” If I don’t like a guy at least a little, I just can’t get into it…But then again I did get wet with him, which I suppose had something to do with what he was doing, so I guess you could say the rumors were true—on both counts.
So there I was, letting Akihiko Sano do all this weird stuff to me…and somehow getting off on it.
Gross!
It makes me feel sick when I think about him, butt naked, scrambling around and pawing at me and muttering all that idiotic crap. “You like that?” “You like it there?” “How ’bout that?” “Say something!” “Tell me when you want me to stick it in. I’m ready!” “You’re dripping. Listen! Hear that?”
No, I don’t! Cut it out! I’m not saying a thing. I don’t want you to “stick it in”—ever! No thank you! I’m not getting on top of you, I’m not sucking it, and the fact that I’m wet down there has nothing to do with you. You could get that sound out of an ear or a nostril or any other hole if you mashed it around that much!
Maybe because his dick was so small, it got annoyingly, weirdly hard. Creepy hard, and bent out of shape or something. And it was inside me!
Eww!
He was trying to do what he’d seen in porn videos. All that spinning around and yanking my arms and legs—it made me queasy.
And then he tried to come on my face!
Asshole asshole asshole asshole! With his filthy little disgusting prick. Asshole asshole asshole mega asshole!
You don’t come on a classmate’s face!
He nearly got me. I was pretty much zoned out, just hoping he was almost done, but luckily, when he started grunting I realized what kind of nasty trick he had in mind. In the nick of time. If I hadn’t, he would have shot his filthy load all over my face—and my self-respect would have sunk down into some cold, dark, lonely hole where no one could ever find it again. It would have just faded away, been shredded to tiny bits.
But luckily my self-respect wasn’t about to give in that easily, not in the face of Akihiko Sano’s cum. Fortunately, I have great reflexes and I managed to twist out of the way at the last second, so his semen landed only on my arm.
Shit! What do I mean “only”? That junk on my precious left arm! From now on, when my mom calls me for dinner, I’d like to pop off that arm like a mannequin or Barbie Doll, hide it under my bed, and show up at the table with just my right. My arm has been polluted by that pervert. I need my arm for kendo and tennis!
Having managed to avoid the face shot, I wiped my arm with the sheet and looked around the room. There wasn’t much chance of finding a bamboo sword or tennis racket in a love hotel, or anything else I could use as a weapon, so I did the only thing I could. I screamed at him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You asshole!” And then, since he just sat there grinning, still holding his prick, I kicked him in the face.
He groaned and fell back off the bed. I had nothing more to say to him. Some black guy, like LL Cool J, was suddenly talking in my head, speaking English no less. “Okay all right, girl. So get the fuck out of here! Now!” he said, and he kind of clapped his hands or something. So I threw on my panties and bra and T-shirt and pulled on my skirt.
