Rent-A-Boyfriend in A Reverse World

Hana Tsukishiro:

I love my son.

He is the light of my life.

The result of the darkest mistake of my life. 

I was 25 years old then. Where my lust and libido was incredibly high.

As a prosecutor, I had to always be cautious of others. Wary that they simply want to use me.

As a result, every man I met always told me I was too "closed off."

I was never able to get a boyfriend, despite being a successful woman.

One day, a coworker invited me out somewhere. Somewhere very special...

That place was a brothel. 

Brothels and prostitution have been made legal a decade ago, and their services are commonly made use of.

But a woman who is found to have visited one is essentially admitting they failed to snag a man. 

I should have turned back...

I should have walked away from this place...

But before I knew it, I had a menu in my hands. That menu contained the list and prices of their services and... men.

Men who, if I had met normally, would have rejected me like the others did...

But here, they won't. Just some cash and I'll skip all the steps. No dates, just straight to enjoying a man's body.

My eyes traveled to the top option. 

"Raw creampie."

The very thing many women desire, yet not all can obtain it. Direct copulation with a man, draining his precious seed from his member.

It is an astronomical sum, but with my wealth, I didn't need to worry.

I flipped through their selection.

I've heard this is one of the top brothels in the world, but even their selection was limited. Barely 15 men.

Of course, they couldn't just kidnap and force men into selling their bodies. Goverments all over the world cracked down on every illegal brothel ring. Probably didn't like that their men were being taken away from them.

It was then that I laid my eyes on... him.

In the selection, there was one of foreign descent. A "gaijin".

His hair was black, skin a lovely tan. And his expression in this picture... reminded me of how those same men rejected me.

I had to request him. I had to see how he would treat a woman like me. How he'll be forced to accept me for money.

I'll savor his body thoroughly.

And I did just that.

When I walked into that room, he immediately had a feeling on what kind of woman I was.

His plastic smile, his forced polite behavior.

I relished it all.

I essentially devoured this foreign man. Had him trembling beneath me. His struggle so genuine and sweet.

And when it was over, I got up, dressed myself, then left. I left him like how those bastards left me.

It was only when I got home that post-nut clarity hit.

Me, Hana Tsukishiro, a respectable and capable prosecutor, visited a brothel and requested for creampie sex from a foreign man of a third-world country. Even though it was all perfectly legal, I still felt guilty, ashamed.

The very next day I visited my doctor, a friend from highschool who I can trust. I tested myself for any sort of STD. Fortunately there were none.

Of course, brothels are required to test their men every day after peak hours. Even clients must get tested a day beforehand. I only learned then that my coworker handled it behind my back. But I still went to get checked. I just had to.

Time passed as I put that dark episode of my life behind me. The coworker who recommended me transferred to another city. Good. 

I can maintain my respectable image as a prosecutor. 

Then....

"You're pregnant."

"... What?"

A few months after, I didn't receive my period twice. I told myself that I must have gone through some sort of early menopause. But I knew that was a lie. A suspicion that I didn't want realized.

I only woke up from that delusion after I found myself puking into my toilet at 5 in the morning.

I had to do something.

Something to hide my fuck up.

"If someone asks, just say you went and received an artificial insemination. Nobody will bat an eye then."

"Yes... that will work..."

I wanted to forge documents to make it seem like I did receive artificial insemination, but those records are kept under lock and key. Nobody can fake them.

But that works in my favor as well. No one can go search my file to see if I actually did receive it.

After visiting my friend, I filed to work from home, citing my pregnancy. They suggested me to file for full maternity leave, but I rejected it. I have an image to upkeep.

Everyone politely congratulated me as I left. Asking if it's a girl or a treasure.

I didn't respond. I didn't care. I'll just quietly pop it out and go back to work like I did before.

But while working from home, I... didn't feel lonely. 

In this apartment that I own, in my landlord's room that is devoid of life besides me, I didn't feel alone.

This... life inside me kept me company. A life resulting from my darkest mistake. 

I pushed away those feelings. I don't want to waste my breath on this... this.. child. 

"Congratulations! It's...  It's a boy!"

My friend handed me the baby. My baby.

 I watched over him. His small breaths, his little chest rising and falling. It was then that I couldn't deny it any longer. 

I love my child. 

He then.. smiled at me. A pure, innocent smile. 

When all the smiles from men I've ever received were insincere or calculating. My son's smile is genuine.

"What are you gonna name him?"

Right. A name. My precious son deserves a fitting name.

"... Andy. His name will be Andy."

"Are you sure? People might get suspicious if his name is foreign and not Japanese."

"No... I can feel it. His name can only be Andy."

I looked over my son with a loving gaze a mother should have.

"I love you, my baby boy."

3 years later...

"Mama!"

"Yes, Andy?"

"Mama I wuv you!"

"Uuuu! Mama wuvs you too!"

I picked up Andy like usual and kissed his little cheeks as he made those cute noises as always.

["A foreign man was found dead in a motel room after having been missing for days."] a female news caster announced.

Hearing the news, my mind immediately flashed to Andy's father. I shake my head shortly after.

'No... There's no way it's him. He's not the only foreigner in Japan.' 

["The suspects have been caught soon after. Four young women. They testified to kidnapping the man after he got off work. One of the suspects said that they couldn't afford his nightly services, so they opted to abduct and gangrape him for the next three days in the same motel room."]

The news channel then proceeded to show images of the crime scene.

And even though it was blurred, I could tell that it was him.

Andy's father.

I had no intention of ever meeting him again nor to tell Andy about him. 

Simply a loose end that was cut.

12 years after...

Andy has changed. He's turned rebellious after becoming a teenager. I half-regret giving him a phone, but it couldn't be avoided any longer. 

He doesn't call me "mama" anymore. Nor does he say he loves me. He even avoids me.

But I know this is just a phase. He'll grow up and go back to loving his mama. Just like before.

.

.

5 years later...

To celebrate my precious child's 20th birthday, I took him to a michelin-star traditional restaurant.

"Happy 20th birthday, Andy! Is there anything you want for your present? Mama will buy it for you!"  I congratulated Andy,  with a wide, gleeful smile.

"... Leave me alone..."  Andy muttered. 

"Hm? What did you say, Andy?"  I leaned in to hear my son clearer.

Suddenly, Andy slammed his palms on the table. The impact made the utensils jump up.

Andy's face contorted in disgust, in disdain for... me..?

"I said leave me alone, you hag! I know you're just grooming me to be your sex slave! You desperate, lonely wench!"  he yelled.

The blood drained from my face. I couldn't believe my beloved son just said that. To me, his mother.

"A-Andy, dear, that's not true! Don't believe those lies on the internet! Mama only wants to raise you well! So you can grow up to be a wonderful adult!"

I should have never given him that phone. No, I should have supervised him! Privacy be damned!

Hearing my response, Andy clicked his tongue. "A wonderful adult?! Then why did you enroll me into a hospitality course?! What? So I can better serve you!?"

I begin to hear the other patrons surrounding us begin to whisper.  Their judgmental eyes on me, watching us like we're a show.

But Andy takes priority. Always.

"T-That's because you loved cooking with mama when you were young!"  

"Well, I don't anymore!"  with that statement, Andy proceeded to walk away. Exiting the establishment.

"A-Andy!"  I immediately gave chase.

.

With each frantic step, Hana's heels made a clacking noise.

"Andy, please! Listen to mama! If you want to transfer courses, then I'll handle it! Sure, there's only a month before you graduate, but we can figure something out!"  Andy's mother desperately tried to reason with him.

But Andy didn't turn back. The young man kept on walking.

"Stay away! I don't want anything to do with you!"  he yelled in an irritated tone.

I reach out my hand, intending to grab his shoulder and turn him to face me. "An-"

Suddenly, the sound of a car horn pierced my ears.

And in the next second, I heard a gruesome impact.

"Huh..?"  my eyes blow wide.

Andy was just hit. 

A car just hit my son.

"A-ANDY!!!"  I scream at the top of my lungs.

I rush to my child's side. His body sprawled on the road, his head bleeding.

I drop to my knees and dig in my pocket for my phone. "Andy! My baby! S-Stay strong! Mama is calling an ambulance! You'll be fine!"

I reach out to touch Andy, but retracted my hand. I fear I'll mishandle him and make it worse.

Andy's weak eyes then focus on me.

My lips shot into a relieved smile. My son is still responsive!

"Andy! You'll be oka-"

"I.."

"No, no! Don't speak! Save your strength!"

"I... hate you."

"... Huh..?"

What? Did my Andy just... say he hates me? Now? While he's bleeding out on the road?

Does he hate so much that he'd push through the pain just to tell me those words?

.

.

Everything after that was a blur. I found myself sitting outside the operating room where Andy is. 

A short distance away, the doors to the OR opened. 

"Mother of Tsukishiro-san?"  an old male doctor came out and called out to me.

"Y-Yes! I'm Andy's mama!"  I shoot up from my seat and approach the doctor. I don't care that I look like a mess right now.

The old doctor looked into Hana's anxious eyes. "Your son received broken bones mostly on his left side, but hit his head badly. And judging by his vitals.. he is in a comatose state." 

Hearing that, Hana dropped to her knees.

"W-What?"  she exclaimed dumbly.

"We... don't know when he'll wake up. If he ever will, that is..."  the old doctor continued, his own optics shaking slightly as he forces them not to turn away.

"It's because of me... It's because I'm here.."  Hana muttered.

"Ms. Tsukishiro-"  the old doctor reached out to reassure the emotional mother.

"I'll leave.. Maybe Andy will wake up then.." 

Hana got up and proceeded to walk away. Her shoulders drooped, stumbling about like a zombie.

"....."  the old doctor could only watch the broken woman leave. No matter how many years he's been a doctor, moments like this never get easier.

.

After that, I... became depressed. I used my stockpile of paid leaves and locked myself in my apartment.

Every moment I wanted to visit Andy. To see his face. But I stopped myself. Telling myself that he won't wake up if I am there.

This continued for weeks until....

My phone rang with an unfamiliar number. Normally, I would have ignored it. It's probably someone from work.

But... something pushed to take the call.

"Yes..?"  I answered, just now realizing my voice is hoarse from prolonged silence.

"Ms. Tsukishiro, your son has woken up. And he wants to see you."  on the other line is the old male doctor from before.

I shoot up from my littered bed. My wake caused several cups of instant ramen to fall to the floor.

"What?!"  

Andy is awake, and he wants to see me!?

"He wants to see his mother, Ms. Tsukishiro. He wants to see you."

"I-I-I'll be there! I'll come immediately-"  I paused. My eyes catching my reflection in the tall mirror across the room. Dirty and unkempt. I haven't showered in two days. 

"Yes. I'll be there." I then hang up.

With great haste, as if sobering up, I beelined it to the shower. I was determined to show a presentable side of myself to my son. Not this pile of filth I am currently.

I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. My bare breasts plopping back down after being caught in the fabric.

'Should I clean the house? No! That can wait! I must see Andy as soon as possible!'  I throw my filthy clothes and panties in the laundry basket and step into the shower. I twist the handle and hot water sprinkled out. Washing away the superficial layer of dirt.

"Andy is awake... and he wants to see me..."

["I... hate you."]  Andy's words replayed in my mind.

The memory of his bleeding form, his weak eyes that held such hatred for me replayed in my mind.

I shake my head. "No. I don't care. I don't care if he says that to me again. I just need to see with my own eyes that he's okay..."

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I was bricked up generating her images.

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