He towered over those around him; his physique was a mix of Japanese and Caucasian, his dark hair tied back into a long ponytail. He wore a gaudy purple shirt with the top undone, revealing his chest, black khakis, and a pair of black sneakers. A wedding band gleamed on his left ring finger. He stood in place, near a utility pole, watching the subway exit. His thoughts drifted between anxiety and calm. This was both a first and a routine for him. It wasn't the first time his wife had set him up with a partner the same age as their stepdaughter—those were her main interests—but this was the first time she'd arranged a double date. It was also the first time he didn't know what one of the girls looked like. His wife had spent days and weeks talking with the one he knew, "N-chan," but the girlfriend, "M-chan," remained a mystery. She refused to describe her, insisting it be "a surprise." He checked his watch—they should have arrived by now. He shifted his gaze to the exit, just as people began pouring out. As soon as he thought, "Should I DM her?", he spotted her in the distance. Her pale skin stood out from the crowd. She spotted him just as quickly and gave an energetic, cheerful wave as she walked over, trailed by the "surprise"—and surprised, he was.



There she stood, directly in front of me. Her head didn't reach my chin. Her pale blue eyes intently locked onto me before breaking into soft, sweet laughter, holding her face in her hands.

“Why are you dressed like that?” she questioned between bursts of giggles.

My thoughts confirmed, I am dressed strangely, huh. “My wife picked my outfit, she said I should 'dress the part”. What’s so strange about it?”

The pale girl quickly brought up her phone, looking up something and showing it off. “You look like this! Like a generic porn villain,” she said, having another fit of giggles. “All you need is dyed blonde hair and you're a perfect NTRman!”

Glancing at her phone, images of what could only be described as generic tan, dyed hair punks. Well, I guess I am dressed for the part, considering what’s going to happen later.

Since we’re talking about clothes, what’s with your outfit? That's pretty bold, you’re dressed so modestly in the pics you sent me.

“Hmmm? Do you like it? Your wife gave me tips, she told me alllllll about your favorite kind of outfit, particularly that you love~ pieces of clothing that start with “micro”.” She retorts, giving  little spin, her almost see-through dress fluttering out, showing off a vivid blue pair of panties as it settles down, her butt bearly covered, cheeks peaking out. “It’s honestly my first time wearing something like this in public. If anyone I know sees me, I’d just die~” “you'll need to take responsibility and bury me somewhere far away”

Behind her stood the “surprise.” Truly, I was surprised; she almost looked like my stepdaughter.  In fact, from afar, she would easily be mistaken for her if not for the outfit. Is this what Ta-chan meant? She was a little shorter than N-chan, wearing a pair of shorts that looked too small, black thigh-highs that almost met them, white sneakers, and a partially zipped-up hoodie with what looked like a white button-up shirt under. On her face was a mask with cat whiskers printed on it. She was much darker than those around her, a tan or natural? Maybe it’s a tan, my stepdaughter had been getting tans, some revival of gal culture or something.  Her eyes almost looked red, some sort of condition? contacts? She had her eyes constantly fixed on N-chan.

From behind N-chan wraps her arms around my stomach. “Well, shall we get going? I perfectly planned today! You're new in town, right? I’ll show you all our favorite spots.” She waves at M-chan

“Our?” I ask, grabbing her hand, turning around to face her. “Today, out here, it’s  between you and me. There's no one else here. Only acknowledge her when necessary. All your attention will be on me, keep me entertained. Understand?” I squeeze her hand.

“Ahh~ so mean, so mean. Ok, I’ll remember. Let's go.” Her hand moves down with mine, interlocking fingers as she begins to lead me on, M-chan following in silence a few steps behind.

After some time walking through the busy town, onlookers stared at us, the bizarre trio marching, N-chan with her hand firmly locked with me, a gaudy older man, with M-chan trailing right behind. Some people sneaking a few pictures, surely posting about an old man playing sugar daddy, I thought. We arrived at a cafe with a line of around 5 people at the counter. It was cozy, dimly lit, the sunlight shining through the windows doing a better job of lighting the place than the dim lamps. Little booths dotted the sides, on the window, “Couples parfait special today! We’ll snap a pic of you and your SO kissing, and you’ll get a special discount on our couples parfait! follow us on...”

“Ta-da” She waves her arm with a little fanfare. “This is our, I mean, my favorite desert place!” This time of year, they have these little 'couples' days! It’s so cute.” “It’s got such a cozy and depressing atmosphere, I mean, look at it, doesn't it look sad? And I absolutely love the strawberry banana parfait here. Come on,”  N-chan drags me into the line as the other guests try their best not to stare.

I stop M-chan. “Not you, go get us a table.”  M-chan looks towards her partner, N-chan doesn’t even look her way, purposely placing her attention elsewhere. “Don’t look at her, go,” I push my finger roughly into her stomach. Her face blushes, and she turns and does as told.

After a short while, a few couples kiss while clerks give a happy, scripted applause. We, the mismatched couple, reach the counter. “One strawberry banana couple's parfait please!” N-chan almost yells it at the clerk, his eyes confused, not sure where to look. His eyes darting from N-chans, nearly see-through dress to the purple-shirted man before him, finally making the decision. He faces me.

“Uhh. For the couple's parfait , we have to take a picture of you, you kissing for our social media, is that fine?” “It won’t cause you any trouble?”

N-chan answers, “Of course not! We’re a happy lovey dovey couple, there’s just an age gap.” Get that camera ready.” Isn't that right pah~pa?” as she wraps an arm around his waist

“Yeah, yeah, just get that camera up.”

The clerk raises a phone ready to capture the happy couple kissing. I turn N-chan to face me, her head not even reaching my chin. I grab her chin, tilt it up, and lean in close enough for a kiss. N-chan initiates, latching her mouth to mine and driving her tongue into my mouth. Surprised, I quickly recover, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her mouth tighter to mine as I counter her tongue play with my own. She grinds her crotch slightly on my leg; I feel heat and little dampness as she moans slightly, breaking her composure for the first time today. The clerks are obviously surprised, even creeped out, by this display before finally doing their routine and taking the picture. I let go of N-chans head, the taste of strawberry lip gloss lingering in my mouth. She smiles, “See, totally lovey dovery hah~” wiping the wetness off her mouth. We make our way to the little booth M-chan is occupying. Silently, I direct M-chan to slide to the inside while N-chan moves to sit across, her eyes never giving her any attention.

“What happened to 'if anyone I know sees me I’ll die'?” You’re in dire straits with that picture online.”

She narrows her eyes and smiles, “Maybe I have a death wish.” “What about you? What happens if your friends, family, or your job see that?

“I don’t care.” I respond truthfully.

“Ohhh, you're so bold and carefree, I’m so jealous. I see why Ta-Chan married you.”

Ta-chan? When did you two get so close?

“We’ve been chatting for weeks now! She told me all about you! Everything you like, everything you hate, even showed me all the girls you’ve played with.” Look see? She leans over the table slightly, showing off pictures of my past encounters. My thoughts are all over the place. She is far bolder than I ever thought. Her short dress rides up, giving everyone who cares to look a full view. Here she is showing me images of girls I had long forgotten, my wife having cataloged everything. God, some of them look so young. Am I really this bad? Are we? I push those thoughts away.

“Sit down, you’re showing off a bit too much, and I’m a greedy man.” I push her phone away.

“Lucky for me Ta-chan is not so greedy.”

I put my finger on her lips, “I don’t want you calling her that. I’ll talk to her later about just how close you two have gotten.”

“Yes, Papa,” she cheerily responds, “Your wife is quite the pervert, huh, you must feel pretty lucky to have such a lewd wife?