Eroticon Virus

A teenage boy's elaborate hoax triggers mass hysteria with erotic consequences in a Japanese city...and maybe it isn't as much of a hoax as he thinks...



Story by; Lovelynice





Author's Note: This story is sexually explicit and is not suitable for minors. If you can’t accept the concepts in this story or are offended by them, or lack the mental maturity to be polite in your comments to me about this story…Well, stop reading immediately and go somewhere else. This is a work of fiction, and all characters are based on ones created in the author's mind. This story is not to be posted or duplicated without the author's expressed permission and this notice posted with it.



Eroticon Virus (Part 1)



“See you later”, Andy said to his friends as he stepped off the bus.

Hideki and Takayuki waved backed with cheerful mispronunciation, “She you”.

They still couldn't get the “S” sound quite right.

Andy smiled, and then started walking home as the bus pulled away from the kerb. His temporary home for another six months anyway. Andy was in Japan, and he was living with a Japanese family as an exchange student. It still amazed him that he'd gotten the chance to live in Japan for a year. It was even better that the Momoyuki family had two sexy daughters, Atsuko and Ritsuko.

Andy had jerked-off on fantasies about the two girls, especially the younger one, Atsuko, almost every night for months.

It was only two blocks to walk to the small house, but it turned into an enjoyable walk home that day as up ahead of him most of the way, there was a small group cute high-school girls. They all wore the common fashion of short skirts and big white socks. Andy kept wishing that the wind would blow so he'd get a glimpse of their panties. He wished that sexy Atsuko would wear really short skirts too, but she never did. She always wore the required exact regulation length black pleated skirt; the hem went down to just below her knees. All of her cute friends who sometimes visited were equally as conservative.

I wish that there was some way to convince them to dress sexier, Andy thought.

He thought that a lot. Especially about Atsuko Momoyuki.



Atsuko



Atsuko wiped back her shoulder-length black hair, and stepped out of the shower. She was nude of course, if anyone had been able to see her, they would have noticed that she had only a little hair "down there". Her pussy hairs were fine and soft. She had much less than most girls her age, as Atsuko had discovered in the communal showers at high-school. Her breasts were nicely pear shaped, perty tipped in the cool air, but Atsuko was disappointed in their size as she was only a small B-cup, and most of her friends were properly full B-cup or even C-cup.

She dried herself, and wrapped the fluffy white towel around herself before hurrying to her bedroom. Atsuko didn't own any bathrobes, as her mother didn't like to waste money on anything that might be considered frivolous expenses. Atsuko hurried because it was getting chilly already. It was November, late autumn in Chukyo City and it became cold quickly in the afternoons.

In her bedroom, the attractive teenage Japanese girl pulled on clean white cotton panties up her long legs, put on a pink brassiere, and began brushing her shoulder-length hair. In the mirror as she looked at herself, Atsuko realized that like everyone had often said, she really was very attractive. All her friends seemed to have boyfriends, yet for some reason Atsuko still didn’t have a boyfriend. She hadn’t even gone as far as dating any guys, because her parents were so strict & conservative.

She dressed again in a fresh clean white blouse and black pleated skirt, then put on a cream-coloured sweater. The sweater was oversized, as was the fashion at her school. Then Atsuko put on big white socks as well. She was dressed once again in school uniform. Atsuko had only come home to get changed because another girl had “accidentally” spilt orange-juice all over her skirt and blouse.

Then Atsuko went downstairs.

Mama was in the living room, watching the TV, catching-up on the latest news. She looked up as Atsuko came into the room.

"Good morning", she said, "You've already missed your father."

"Where's he gone this time?", Atsuko asked her, yawning and stretching again, still not quite awake.

Mama raised her eyebrows.

“Well, while you were at school, your father had to leave this afternoon for a trip to Tokyo", she replied in her kindly voice, "I don’t know if it’s related, but it’s all over the news that a North Korean ship was captured last night while it was on some kind of spying mission in Japanese waters. The Maritime Self-Defence Force captured it largely intact, but all the crew were dead. They'd killed themselves."

Atsuko nodded. She didn’t know exactly what her Papa did, but she knew he was very senior in the military administration. It seemed that every time that something big got into the news, Papa had to go visit some far away place in a hurry.

Checking her cellphone for text-messages as she sat down on the sofa, Atsuko read her received messages and learned that her best friend, "Kumiko" had called. Atsuko sent a text-message back and for a few minutes, they had a short chat by text about their activities of the night before. Atsuko learned that their friend, "Rie", was coming around to Kumiko's later that day, and Kumiko was inviting her to visit as well. They could have dinner together. Atsuko agreed.

"Mama?", Atsuko said, "Do you mind if I go out?"

Mama barely glanced away from the TV as she mumbled a reply, "Yeah fine A-chan, when will you be back?"

"Oh I'm only going to a friend's place", Atsuko told her, "Kumiko invited me over. I'll try to be home before six."

"That's okay...", she said without looking up this time, “I like Kumiko…She’s a nice girl.”

Atsuko ran back upstairs to her room to collect her favourite handbag, and grabbed a couple of small wrapped presents which she'd already prepared for Kumiko and Rie a few days before.

Rushing downstairs again, she called out, "I'm going out now...see you tonight...I'll give you a call when I get there."

At the front door, she put on her black shoes, opening the door and at the same time picking up an umbrella.

"Bye!", she called out, "I'll be back before seven at the latest!"

She heard a muffled goodbye from the living room, and then Atsuko was out and closing the door. Atsuko often found herself repeating everything she said to her Mama, worried that her mother wasn't paying much attention to what was going on. Mama was nearly always watching the TV.

As Atsuko walked to the front gate, she saw the foreign exchange student, Andrew, walking up the narrow street. She waved to him, but didn't wait around to speak with him. It wasn't that Atsuko didn't like him, but he was a gaijin, and spoke English, and always seemed too shy as well. Atsuko was shy too, but although she liked Andi-chan, there was no way that she'd get too friendly with him. He might get the wrong idea. So she just smiled, then hurried away to her friend's house. The cool air made her sneeze, and her throat tickled.

Atsuko hoped that it wasn't the first signs of a cold.


I seem to have 5 parts to this story