Yui leaped forward, clearing the gap between them in an instant. She struck Jiro with great force, knocking the air out of his lungs and throwing him onto the grass. Next thing he knew, Yui was on top of him, her naked legs straddling his chest. She grabbed his t-shirt and, in a single motion, tore it from his body.

Jiro opened his mouth to scream … but no words came out. Yui had grabbed his head and pressed her mouth to his. Her tongue forced its way inside his mouth, hot and wriggling, searching for his own tongue. He could feel her soft nipples pressing into his chest.

He floundered and tried to push her off, but she was extremely strong. It was like she now weighed three hundred pounds and had the strength of a bear—or a kaiju. There was no pleasure in the kiss. He could taste blood in his mouth.

C’mon, Jiro thought, sneeze. Why am I not sneezing? Sneeze and throw her off! But his body did not respond. Yui continued to have her way with him. She ran her slender hands over Jiro’s neck, his chest. She feathered his hair. And all the while, as she rode him, she ground her hips into him. He tried to push her off, but her legs gripped him like two iron vises.

Suddenly Yui pulled back and sat up, still straddling Jiro’s chest.

“Hiroto …” Yui said, looking down at him. Her voice was mesmerizing. “Finally, we are together … and now”—she slowly trailed a finger down Jiro’s belly until it reached the waistband of his shorts—“I will finally have your child!”

Slowly, almost gently, Yui slid a hand under the waistband. Her hand was warm, almost hot, and pleasantly soft. Again, Jiro caught the scent of roasting chestnuts. For some reason, he no longer felt afraid or panicked. If anything, he felt … good. He felt relaxed, ready to enjoy Yui’s attention. Maybe … he thought. Maybe I am Hiroto …

Yui began to massage him with a soft, warm hand … He could feel each of the fingers rubbing him, stroking him, slender and warm. Each finger moved independently, as if they each had a mind of their own …

“NO!” Jiro bucked his hips and forced himself to shake off Yui’s hand. Something was clearly wrong with Yui, and he wasn’t going to let kind of thing happen. Not anymore. He reached up, inserted his hands into Yui’s hairless armpits, and tried to push her off. But it was no use, she was too strong. She clamped down on him with her legs and began to push him slowly back to the ground.

At that moment, two things happened.

Behind Yui, Jiro saw a flash of white skin and swishing hair. It was Kaori, dashing toward them over the grass! And at the same time, the long-awaited sneeze finally came.

“ACHOO!” A giant sneeze exploded from Jiro’s lungs. His hips, pressed down by Yui’s weight, did not move. Only his head and torso shot forward—right into Yui’s waiting chest. Jiro found his face buried between Yui’s small, soft breasts. For a split second, he wiggled his face against her smooth skin. Again, the smell of chestnuts.

Then the second sneeze came.

This time, the explosion shook Jiro’s entire body. The force was enough to unbalance Yui. She tumbled off Jiro and onto the grass. Jiro rolled away desperately, mindful at the same time not to fall off the cliff to the rocks below.

The next thing he knew, Kaori had jumped on Yui and pinned her to the grass. “AHHHH!” Yui began to scream in a voice that was not hers. But then, with an “AHHmphhph!” Kaori grabbed Yui and kissed her, drowning out the sound of her scream. Even so, Yui continued to kick her legs and buck her hips as Kaori rode her on the grass.

Jiro did not know how long he sat there, watching the surreal scene before him. One beautiful naked woman riding another. Lips pressed to lips in an eternal kiss … Yui’s hands clawing against Kaori’s back. He had wanted so long to see both of them naked, but in his imagination, it had never happened like this.

Then, suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch on her body, all the strength seemed to go out of Yui. She fell back onto the grass and lay still.

Kaori rolled off Yui and lay down. Her bare chest heaved from the exertion, and her entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat. “That should do the trick,” she said.

“Uh …” said Jiro, trying to find the right words. “Wha … will she be okay?”

Kaori nodded. She turned to her side, her head resting on her arm. “Jiro …”

“Yea?”

“Pass me your t-shirt will you?”

He picked up the torn t-shirt and handed it to her. Kaori covered herself. Or tried to—there was only one small piece of fabric that remained, and it was not nearly enough to cover everything.

Jiro looked at her. She looked at him. Beside them, Yui was breathing softly.

“Did she just mumble something about rice balls?” asked Jiro, looking at Yui’s sleeping body. She looked nothing like the terrible creature he had fought off moments before. She looked fragile, delicate. In need of protection.

“Probably,” said Kaori. “She does it a lot. Talk about food in her sleep.”

“I see …” Jiro scratched his head. “Can I say something?”

“What?”

“This was not the kind of night I was expecting.”

“Me neither,” said Kaori.

And then they both began to laugh.