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Give me... [Original work by Maki Maruhondo: The Pornographer]

...that key, please. [Original work by Maki Maruhondo: The Pornographer]

I am...

going to see him even if I have to break that chain.

I came out so strongly,

but what should I say when I see him?

An email?

[From Rio Kijima. No Subject]

[The Novelist]

[Finale: At the End of Lust and Reason]

On that day,

when your bicycle

crashed into me,

while I was walking aimlessly,

I had a strong wish

as I felt the pain shoot up my arm.

That was that

my hand would be paralyzed

and I would be unable to write.

Are you okay!?

Hold onto me.

I'm ok--

Are you okay? I was...

very disappointed that...

it wasn't my dominant hand.

There's a hospital nearby. Let's go.

It's just a bit further.

It hurts, doesn't it?

I truly had no money.

I saw a person like you, who seemed nice

and I had a foolish idea.

I decided to pretend that I was a writer who couldn't use his dominant hand.

Why did I do something so stupid?

You were naturally dubious, right?

I think that maybe

I wanted to not feel lonely anymore.

For a long time, I

struggled with the limits of my creativity

and the loneliness became overwhelming.

As a scrap of a writer,

I feel that I have

poured my life into my writing,

even if

I wrote cheap erotic books.

However,

I felt like

I had nothing left to give.

I felt empty.

I've made a long, boring excuse.

The reason I sent you this email

was to apologize and

to say goodbye.

Taking into account what has happened,

I deeply regret being thoughtless,

as well as

rethinking my

whole life up to now..

I don't

have any regrets

in this world.

I may have lied a lot,

but this is the truth.

Shall I relieve you?

The six weeks that I spent with you

were happy times for me.

Really.

Honestly, really

thank you.

I want you

to have a promising future.

Sir!

[Kijima]

Sir.

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

Sir.

Sir...

Sir.

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

Why...

Sir...

What are you doing?

Sir...

I sent it by accident

while I was writing it.

Huh?

If I sent you an email like that

you would have come running like the way you did.

You are so unfamiliar with how to use it!

I know.

I don't have anyone to email anyway.

Where are your books and records?

I threw them all away. It felt good.

But you really

cherished them though.

I thought about going home.

I've used up my savings.

My mother has been asking me to take over the family business

ever since my father died.

The family business?

My family has a farm.

Well,

I'm not really interested in it.

Are you quitting?

Will you stop writing?

Yeah.

Do you think

you could take up farming?

Aren't you being naive?

What do you think?

Well.

My younger sister's husband is taking care of it.

I'm sure I could at least manage to take care of my niece.

Won't it be difficult

to live in the countryside?

I mean, in many ways.

I know.

I'm fine with it since I don't plan to try to fit in.

Sir.

Yeah?

Are you sure

you're okay with that?

Honestly?

I'm okay.

It's better.

I feel free.

It's really comfortable.

Take care.

You, too.

If you're really sorry,

will you

write something for me?

Huh?

It doesn't matter how long it takes.

Anything is fine.

What?

A...

A book that I...

A book that I'd find arousing.

What is it?

Seriously?

Talking about whipping it out.

You can't do it?

I'm having interesting thoughts.

Let's see...

For example, you

probably like older, married women, too.

Yeah, I do.

You said that

you found bondage

and the Kitakamakura Wives interesting, didn't you?

You said that being taken advantage of by a chaste woman

really turned you on.

Ah.

Also...

you liked descriptions of shaving pubic hair.

You're a little freak.

Sorry.

What about....

Sir?

You're so cruel,

asking me to write a book.

It's okay.

I know you can do it.

I can't do it!

I have tried

for a really long time...

I haven't even written one line.

But...

I want to write.

I want to write!

Forever.

Always.

You can do it.

I want to write.

It's okay.

It's all right.

It's okay.

Can you...

tell me more...

about you?

I want to know.

Hey.

Do you remember how many times you came?

Six.

Well done.

My hips feel heavy.

Sleep for a bit.

But will I get the train in time?

It's fine.

I'll wake you up.

I'm a liar, but

I keep my promises.

[Half a year later]

♫ The rain starts to fall in the twilight ♫

Are you sure you don't want to donate the book? ♫ The stars wander around in the lightning ♫

You've been waiting for it, haven't you?

More importantly, you should come to Tokyo.

Let's go for a drink, on me.

Huh?

You want me to go there?

I will someday.

♫ Where should I start ♫

♫ You never lose yourself ♫

Hm, it's this one. ♫ Everything is understood, it's so intense ♫

♫ Those eyes ♫

Are you still reading this stuff? ♫ No more. It's a piece of a fleeting me ♫

It's fine. ♫ No more. Don't go anywhere today ♫

Oh.

I'm going home.

Huh?

What about the company presentation?

Sorry.

Hey, wait a minute!

Uncharacteristically for him,

this book was written in the first person.

It wasn't placed in a prominent position,

rather it was stacked in a quiet corner of the book store.

But to me...

[I remember that summer clearly. I'll reread this book until I can see you again. Please take care of yourself. Kuzumi Haruhiko.

His hard,

stiff erection

slowly started

to heat my

dry channel.

I thought that

I would never forget

that day for the rest of my life.