Grandma, let’s form a party!

Preface

This is the story of my life,

Me, Takano Ryuma, born on January 10th, 2002 in Tokyo, a 17-year-old virgin otaku currently living somewhere in Germany with my Father and two sisters.

My father is called Takano Genzo, and as the name might sound, he is indeed a very strict and serious man. In a different life, he grew up eating congee in a faraway corner of Okinawa, but nowadays, the man is posing as the founder and CEO of an international food Corporation currently based in Frankfurt.

And yes, you don’t have to guess what he’s made a living out of...Congee, porridge and anything that can be eaten with a spoon basically.

Living under the shadow of such a hardworking, simple, successful and yet dull father, I can’t help but be jealous sometimes.

For different reasons and as you can probably deduce, I don’t really fall in either of the categories mentioned above. But that is a topic we’ll leave for later.

For now, I'd like to talk about my favorite hobbies. As an otaku, I obviously like surfing the net, reading mangas and watching anime. I have a particular interest for cyber-punk type of animes like Gantz or Gundam. But if there really is one type of series that I prefer above the others, I would say the Isekais. Overlord and Konosuba more precisely.

Talking about those two series; I’ve been working my ass off recently trying to write a crossover fanfiction where Kazuma and his harem become Ainz’s subordinates. The idea didn’t seem bad at first but I fail miserably as a writer, so I had to give up on my plans for now.

The reason? Because I don’t have that much free time on my hands. You see, I’m a very busy person trying to manage several duties and life-threatening calls.

I bet you want to know what I’m talking about? What, you don’t? Ahem…!

Whatever, since you’re here, I bet you probably have nothing better to do so please hear me.

It all started five years ago when we had still been living in Japan. As I was starting to discover my body and the different sorts of pleasures related to it.

My sisters and her friends were having a night stay-over at our house during one of my father’s trips overseas, and as it happened my childhood sweetheart was of the party as well.

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Wanting to gather material for my research, I sneaked through the corridor all the way up to Arisa’s and Mifune’s door, trying to listen to their conversation and maybe eventually peek inside.

Oh Boy!

Was I not ready for what transpired through that conversation? I didn’t know that guys weren’t supposed to ever eavesdrop on girls talk. I was left shocked, abashed and defeated after learning that my one and only love, was actually a man-eating praying mantis, with two years of experience chasing after young guy’s virginity.

I panicked and left the vampire’s nest in a hurry, too afraid that the demon and her minions would come and try to suck my blood and purity off. A terrible thought went through my mind as I pictured this horrific vision of me and my sisters.

The last thing I remember was leaving the house in horror and fear, running like a madman in the neighborhood for a while, before shaking my head in amusement and going back. There was no reason to act like this. My two sisters would never partake in this kind of depraved stuff that the vixen Reika was doing.

What was I even afraid of? They were only three mischievous teenage girls. Even if I was only twelve, there was no way they could try and do something so ridiculous to me, their cute younger brother.

Was, what I thought…at the time.

During summer vacation, Reika came over several times giving me strange and teasing looks. My sisters even tried to have me go on a date with the 14-year-old vixen. I was mad for being so naive all along but, I had to be honest with my feelings. We weren’t dating before and she was a smoking hot bomb, even if she seemed like a bit of a risky waifu.

We went on innocent dates and watched movies at home. I tried hard to pierce through her shell to see the “real her”. But as it turned out I finally let my guard down and one night…

The lioness finally couldn’t endure it anymore as she pounced on me, the ideal prey.

The experience was so good, I forgot any notion of anger, shame or reason at the time. Despite being only twelve, this traumatic experience doubled the pleasure I could get from it I guess.

Then we left the country as I bid goodbye to my slutty childhood friend who was now also my girlfriend, and maybe the girlfriend of many others.

Did you expect something else?

Oh yeah...right. You’re probably wondering why I’m still calling myself a virgin.

Hear me out now. Here’s the catch...

It was just a handjob.

A fucking handjob !!! I tried to go for more but it turned out, this bi*** was a virgin as well and wouldn’t have it. This was the day I discovered that my sister and her friends were handjob monsters.

I tried to erase this sad event from my childhood memories and move on towards better horizons in Europe. As I was envisioning school girls with nice blue eyes and invigorating smell I realized something had gone horribly wrong with my development.

My little brother couldn’t get hard anymore as I celebrated my 13th birthday.

You’ve guessed it. I had become infected with a disease a bit too risky for a younglin’. At barely 13, the one known as Takano Ryuma had already successfully graduated from the milf fetish and became attracted to the grandmothers’ next door.

Now, why am I relating to you such an everyday occurrence? That’s because the one known as Takano Ryuma was perhaps too lucky, or maybe unlucky…

Today, was graduation day at the International college, and that was also the day I would be able to have my first sexual experience; being over 16 and out of high school in Germany was actually the first step toward adulthood for boys.

In order to achieve my objectives a bit quicker, I was meeting with my sisters and their nerdy coworkers downtown that evening, hoping to take some advantage. "Laughs fiendishly"

This was a fateful encounter between a bunch of hardworking and drunk people. This was also the day when my addiction flared up into something that exceeded my understanding.

Thinking in hindsight, perhaps it would have been better for me if I had been a bit more curious about my sisters’ job in the past.