Oto's Big Balls

Oto tried not to look too closely at Hayami’s barely covered body. He hadn’t wanted to follow her, but he really needed an answer and the sooner the better. In this instance, that meant pursuing her into the sauna, even though he preferred to do his contrast therapy after exercising.

“Wh-what are you—” Hayami stammered from her side of the red cedar bench. “Tch—I don’t—you’re so—gyah!”

He adjusted his gaze to her, feeling his heart begin to flutter faster with each inch of flesh he scanned. Oto had seen beautiful people before. In fact, it was part of his influencer life to know what the most attractive people in the world were up to and what markets were available for him to capitalize on. This guaranteed he was always up to date on current trends and wasn’t going to places where other influencers had already taken photographs or videos. But Hayami was different than his famous competition. She was better in every way.

Admiring her, he gently drew his lip in, brushing his tongue against it as he thought of his desire to kiss her again. A thought that refused to leave his mind and became more difficult to resist with every passing moment that he was in her presence.

To Oto, she was more than a beautiful face. More than her attractive physique. More than the crafty competitors edging in on his market. When he admired her exquisite musculature, he couldn’t help but become lost for words. There was nothing he could find wrong with her natural beauty, and it drove him mad. She was, in his eyes, flawless. And he wanted nothing more than to touch her. To feel her flesh against the tips of his fingers.

Especially now, as he gazed upon the soft skin of her lithe legs and the bare arms that held back her towel, he felt a deep adoration fill him. With her silver hair done up, he could see the nape of her neck, the prominent definition of her collar bone, and the entirety of her beautiful face flush with a brilliant red.

“Oh, my!” Oto suddenly panicked, adjusting himself to face her fully. “Hayami, are you okay? You look like a half-boiled lobster. Is this heat too much for you?”

“I-I’m fine!” She snapped, averting her gaze from him and clutching her towel tightly. “Stop staring at me like that, pervert.”

“Oh, s-sorry!”

Oto then shifted to be facing away from her. He stared at the wall, eying the temperature of the room before throwing more water atop the rocks. A hiss filled the air as steam rose, and he continued.

“I just—I would love to know if you’d honour me by partaking in my balls.”

“Why do you keep talking about your balls?!” Hayami screamed, turning away from him. “You’re so awkward!”

“What do you mean?!” Oto matched her, yelling in reply. “How is this awkward? The rich love their balls. Oh, my god—”

That was when Oto suddenly realized something.

“Is this a poverty thing? Do the poors not have balls?”

“Stop calling people the poors! And of course, poor people have—gyah! Why am I explaining this to you? It’s like—how do you think babies are made?”

“From kissing, of course! Which, I’ve been meaning to ask you, when do you think you’ll be expecting?”

“WHAT?!”

“What? It’s a simple question. I know these things take time—”

Looking back at Hayami, their eyes locked. The ferocity in her gaze was gone, replaced by a confused stare. While her face was still flushed with colour, she now held a hand over her mouth. With a lurch forward, she released a bellowing, hearty laugh. Grabbing at her sides, she struggled to breathe through the roar that came from her.

“What?” Oto asked, staring at her with a confused expression. “What’s so funny? It’s a real question, Hayami! I want to be prepared for—”

“Okay-okay stop, dummy,” Hayami spoke through the slowly subsiding laughs. “Time out. Roll this conversation back. Let’s start this from the beginning, okay?”

Hayami flicked her wrist out, motioning between the two of them while trying her best not to laugh again.

“You and I—on the train?” She asked before touching her lips. “When we kissed. You thought you got me pregnant?”

“Well, that’s what Giles told me.” He replied without a second thought. “When two people put things into each other, that’s how babies are made. You put your tongue into me, therefore—well, you know…”

“And it didn’t seem strange to you that no one you’ve kissed before got pregnant?”

“Before? You’re my first.”

“I’m—that was your—” Hayami stammered, her eyes widening as she became flustered.

Oto watched as she bashfully turned away. While it was hard to tell from behind the hand that she quickly reached up to her mouth, he could have sworn he saw a small smile form. But that was before she shook her head and turned back to him.

“Alright, listen up, pretty boy.” She lectured. “Kissing does not get you pregnant. Everyone kisses. Hell, friends kiss. No one gets pregnant from kissing, okay?”

“But Giles—”

“Was meaning something else. Something that you’ll have to ask him about, because I’m not explaining it to you.”

Oto nodded as he gently touched his lips. Looking down at the floor, he thought for a moment before glancing back at Hayami. His eyes locked with hers before staring at her mouth.

“Hayami. We’re friends. So…can I kiss you again? I really liked it.”

“What—I, no! I mean—” Hayami became flustered once more as she looked away from him.

Biting at her lip, she inhaled a deep breath before exhaling a hiss of air that rivalled water splashing against the hot rocks.

“I mean, we’re currently not done talking—”

“But after, can I kiss you again?”

“Gyah!—Enough with the kissing talk! Second thing, what are you meaning by—ugh…your balls?”

Oto was confused by this. After all, he had explained it to her in the recreational room just minutes before. But, with an acknowledging nod, he began to run through his request once more.

“Well, I was wondering if—you see, twice a year I host two grand balls. People from all around come to attend. My friends…”

He stammered at this point, his smile faltering as he stared sadly into her eyes.

“Well, the people I called friends, they’re always there, mingling with other celebrities and politicians alike. Though this year, it would mean a lot to me if you were there. If I could have one friend who came to celebrate with me, not just because of what I could provide.”

Hayami’s posture shifted as she reached for her temple, firmly rubbing away at the skin. Releasing a sigh, she adjusted herself to face Oto.

“So, by balls, you mean a gala?”

“Yes, of course. A gala. A soiree. What did you think I meant?”

With a chuckle, she shook her head. “That you had a huge organ and a pair of massive balls.”

“Well, yes, I do! Though I haven’t the slightest inkling what my huge pipe organ has to do with any of this.”

Hayami began to laugh as she leaned forward. Resting an elbow on her thigh, she placed her chin into her open palm and observed the innocent boy. Gently shaking her head, she sighed before speaking once more.

“You know I don’t like publicity. I’ve already told you that. So no—”

“Please, Hayami, just the one next month. It would truly make my birthday spectacular this year if you were there to celebrate with me.”

“Your birthday?”

“Yes, the first ball is for my birthday. The second is New Year's. And—and I’ll make it up to you if you come to my birthday ball! Pa-pa always comes to my birthday. It’s what I wish for every year—that he’ll be there. I’ll introduce you to him before he slinks away to his typical party business.”

“Party business?”

“Yes, all of pa-pa’s work friends come to celebrate me. He always brings lots of guests, and midway through the evening they gather and talk about dock business—truly a bore.”

The shift in Hayami’s posture became immediately noticeable to Oto. That ferocity in her eyes returned like a dying flame fanned back to life. A slight smile crossed her lips as she locked with his gaze.

“Well,” She spoke softly. “Anything for a friend.”

“Oh, Hayami!”

Oto cried out with excitement as he jumped from his seat and knelt to the ground before her. Taking a knee, he reached up and took her free hand in his, embracing it dearly. She glanced down at him, eyeing his body in its entirety.

“This is excellent news!” He exclaimed joyfully. “I am so delighted that you’ve agreed to come. We’re going to have so much fu—Hayami, you’re becoming quite red again. Are you alright?”

“Towel!” She cried.

Confused at first, Oto shifted his gaze. First, he eyed the towel wrapped around Hayami’s body, which had become soaked in the time they had been conversing. He wondered if she had meant she wanted a second towel, and as he began to move to get it for her, the actual reality of the situation came into being.

In his excitement, he had leapt from his seat and left the small towel he used in his wake. This meant that, currently, he knelt before Hayami in the nude.

“Oh my!” He cried out as he reached for his cloth. “I-I’m so sorry.”

“Get out!” She demanded, her foot raising to his chest before giving him a firm kick towards the exit. “Get out. Get out. Get out!”