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Delicate Flower
By Emi Tsuruta
 
Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd
like to know more about my friends and me, please drop by my home
page at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

One day a while back there, I was in an artsy frame of mind, so I
signed up for a course in ikebana, the Japanese art of flower
arranging.  It was through a local cultural center here in
Oceanview, California.  Ms. Takeda, the teacher, was a refined
and elegant lady.  She taught us many things, and not just about
flowers.  She taught us to take time out of our busy day to stop,
and appreciate the beauty around us.  Every leaf, branch, petal
is different, but they each have a beauty all their own.  I
started to look at things with new eyes, noticing all the trees,
plants and flowers in my neighborhood, and the little touches
that people put in to make their surroundings more beautiful.

That summer, there was a Natsu Matsuri (summer festival) in the
cultural center where all the different Japanese hobby groups put
together an exhibition of their crafts or skills - tea ceremony,
judo, kendo, what have you.  Ms. Takeda asked if I could do a
flower arrangement, and man the ikebana booth during the
festival.  I said 'sure.'

The morning of the festival I got up early to go pick some fresh
flowers to use in my arrangement.  After my shower, I pulled on
some cargo shorts, my safari jacket and a pair of leather
sandals.  At that back of our yard, there's a gate leading out
into a park.  I went out, and hiked along next to the creek
looking for flowers or plants I could use.  I could hear cicadas
or crickets chirping away reminding me of my summers in Japan.  I
just love summer.

Anyway, I had to find some somber plants - grays and browns -
with straight lines to make up the design.  In the park, I found
some small white wildflowers, rock cress I think, which I might
be able to use, but I didn't see many straight-line plants at
first.  I thought a pussywillow would be nice or some bulrushes,
but I had to go down to the far end of the park to get those.  I
eventually did find a pussywillow and some bulrushes, picked
them, then hurried home to shower, and change into something more
summery for the show.

Not long before that, I'd bought a new sundress.  This one had a
pretty yellow floral pattern on it.  The skirt was quite short,
and the top part was backless, so it showed quite a bit of skin,
but I saw it as being more cute than sexy.  It even tied up with
a bow at the back of my waist.

Anyway, I pulled it on, wrapped up my flowers in a bouquet,
grabbed my sandals, and headed for the bus stop.  There weren't
too many people around at the time of morning, but there was
quite a breeze blowing in from the ocean, and it kept making my
skirt billow up.  I had on white cotton panties of a fairly loose
and breezey weave, made in Japan, but I did my best to hold my
skirt down with my free hand, delicately balancing the vase and
flowers in my other hand.

There were a few more people on the bus, and when I walked by, a
couple of guys stopped to check me out.  I think part of what was
getting their attention was the bow at the back of my waist,
which swayed to and fro as I walked, calling attention to my
caboose.  Ah well.  I was glad in a way, happy that they liked my
dress.

At the cultural center, people were all scurrying around getting
ready for the show.  I recognized most of the other volunteers. 
They'd call out, "Hi, Emi," as they rushed on by.  I eventually
found Miyoko, one of the other girls from my Ikebana class.  We
headed up to the Japanese Association office to unpack the other
flower arrangements, and bring them down to our table to get set
up.

"Hey, Miyoko.  Do you mind if I go freshen up?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure.  Go ahead," she chirped.  She seemed to be in a good
mood.

In the washroom, I washed my hands and face again, but my body
felt all sticky from the ride in.  I lifted up my skirt to check
my panties, and they were kind of stuck against my skin.  Oh
dear.  Not sure what to do, I ended up peeling off my panties,
and rinsed them out.  At least, they're clean now, but they're
still all wet.  I'd better hang them up to dry.  I tied them to a
string in the window, but then came back to the mirror.  I wonder
if I can get away with going out like this.  It felt good to be
out of my panties - kind of exciting actually - but I was worried
that people might be able to see my secret regions peeking out
from under the hem of my dress.

One of the problems with this dress in particular was when I tied
up the bow in the back, that pulled up the hem quite a bit.  It
was pretty clear actually.  You definitely could see quite a bit
of my buttocks cheeks.  I guess that's why those guys on the bus
had been staring at me earlier.  They'd probably gotten a peek at
my panties.

Even so, I had to make a decision here.  I didn't want to wear my
panties if they were wet, and I couldn't really just stay here
until they dried.  Miyoko was waiting for me.  I stood there for
a while staring at my butt cheeks in the mirror, trying to
convince myself that it didn't look so indecent.  At least the
hem seemed long enough to cover my pussy, and I would probably be
sitting most of the time anyway.  It was summer after all, and
I'd seen American girls roaming around outside in some pretty
short skirts.  Maybe no one would notice.  Anyway, I eventually
decided to just scoot out, and see what Miyoko made of my outfit.

Unfortunately, as soon as I left the washroom, the naughtiness of
what I was doing started to hit me.  I walked past the
receptionist, peering back at her over my shoulder to see what
she thought.  She didn't really look though, and I swear I almost
felt disappointed.  What's the fun in wandering around pantiless
if no one notices?

I found Miyoko unpacking the different arrangements.  Hoping to
get some reaction, I went straight over, and stood next to
Miyoko, turning my back to her to see if she could tell.  With my
arms at my sides, my skirt hung pretty low, and I don't think she
noticed at first either.  She motioned for me to help her unpack.
 Eventually, when I lifted my arms up to carry the flowers over,
she finally clued in, and nodding towards my skirt, asked,

"Emi.  Isn't that dress a bit short?"

"Yeah, it's this bow at the back.  It pulls the whole skirt part
up," I explained, wiggling my behind to call attention to the
bow.  She looked like she was about to say more, but just then,
the Japanese programs director, Mr. Yoshimoto, came along.  I
turned towards him hoping he hadn't seen my little butt-wiggling
dance.  Fortunately, it looked like he had other things on his
mind.

"You're the Ikebana group, right?  You're at table five, halfway
down the hall there."

Miyoko and I bowed a greeting, but he soon disappeared off again
to help the other volunteers.  Miyoko and I placed the first
couple of arrangements on our table, and went back to get the
others.  Although the look on Miyoko's face made me wonder if she
was bothered by my dress, she didn't say anything more about it.
Maybe I can get away with this after all.

Once we were all set up, we sat down on chairs behind our table.
The cool vinyl of the chair seat felt strange on my bare behind,
but at least, I was safe from prying eyes for the moment.

Some of the other volunteers came by to check out our
arrangements, and everyone seemed to like them.  That's a good
sign.

Soon, the show started, and the first visitors started to arrive.
 When people stopped at our table, we'd explain.  Our teacher
worked in the 'Nageire cascading style,' but I joked that my own
arrangement was more 'Jiyuuka,' free style, mainly because I
didn't know how to do 'Nageire,' literally 'throwing the flowers
in the vase.'  People usually laughed at this, and our table
seemed to be a hit.

Everything went along smoothly for the first little while. 
Unfortunately, there was this Chinese American boy, Wilfred, who
was wandering around, taking pictures of the festival for the
newsletter I guess.  Wilfred was an earnest enough sort, a good
kid most of the time, but before long, I caught him peering over
at me, curious about my outfit.  I looked down, and straightened
my dress, but I think what was setting him off was the lack of a
bra strap running across my back.  Every time I leaned forward,
he'd stop, and peer over this way.  He must be able to see the
side of my breast when the front part of my dress falls forward.

I didn't really know Wilfred all that well.  We never really
talked that much, but I'd seen him around in the center quite a
few times before that.  He often took pictures at our events I
guess, or helped with the AV equipment.  He clearly didn't know
quite what to make of my dress.  He was too polite to stare, but
you could tell he was curious because he kept circling around our
table, stealing glances when he thought I wasn't looking.

The customers kept coming, so I didn't have time to go check if
my undies were dry yet.  I felt a bit vulnerable with Wilfred
lurking nearby, but eventually, he disappeared off somewhere
else.  Soon though, this family of three came up, and starting
complimenting me on the flower arrangement I'd made, and even
ended up buying it!  I was so happy!

"Here.  Do you think you could help bring it out to the car?" the
mother asked.  She was carrying her baby in a sling, and her
husband had his hands full with their stroller and other gear.  I
looked at Miyoko, wondering if she might help them, but they
obviously wanted me, the creator of this arrangement, to bring it
out, and show them how to set it up.

The problem of course was my flimsy little sundress.  I slowly
got up, but I knew this might be asking for trouble.  I could
feel the air swirling around my bare behind, and my hello kitty
started heating up making it hard to think straight.  I was also
worried that Wilfred might be around here somewhere taking
pictures.

I motioned for the couple to lead on, but the wife wanted to talk
to me about my creation, and her husband hung back behind us.  He
couldn't have figured out my secret already, could he have?  It
was hard to tell from his face.  Reluctantly, I cradled my flower
arrangement with both hands, and padded along towards the front
door with the husband following along behind me and his wife.  I
tried not to swing my hips as I walked, but I could feel the bow
swaying back and forth, calling even more attention to my exposed
butt cheeks.  I glanced back at the husband, but he made this
innocent face.  "Who, me?  I wasn't staring," he seemed to be
saying.  As if that wasn't bad enough, my exposure was getting me
more and more turned on.

Outside, there was a strong breeze blowing in from the ocean,
causing my skirt to fly up every which way.  I don't think the
wife noticed, and when I looked back at hubby, he still seemed to
be mulling over my outfit.  Was I wearing undies or not? 
Hopefully, he thought I was wearing a thong, but I'm sure he must
have been getting quite an eyeful what with the hem of my dress
floating up around my waist.  Oh god!  This is so embarrassing!

Up ahead just outside one of the other doors, two of the Japanese
boys who were working the concessions were outside taking a smoke
break.  I quickly asked the wife which car was theirs, and
luckily, they were parked on the side, away from the two boys. 
The boys didn't spot me right away, but before long, they were
looking over this way too, their attention drawn no doubt by my
billowing dress.

The wife went to set her baby in their car seat.  I had to stand
there, and wait while the husband opened the hatchback of their
SUV.  I could feel the air on my bare flesh all the way up the
back of my legs almost to the top of my buttocks cheeks, so I had
to do something to hide my back before they all figured out I was
naked.  I swung around to the far side of hubby, so I was facing
both him and the two boys, and tried my best to hold down my
skirt at the front with the vase.  My hello kitty was tingling
like crazy, but eventually, I got to set the vase down in their
trunk, and fluff down my skirt.

The wife came back out to thank me.  The husband still had this
amused look on his face, but anyway, he didn't say anything, and
soon, they got in their SUV, and headed out.

The two boys' eyes followed me as I made my way back to the main
entrance.  With my hands free, it was easier to hold down my
skirt, but even so, they seemed awfully interested in my
hindquarters, so perhaps they'd already 'made' me at that point.
I kept my distance though, so it was hard to know for sure.

The receptionist bowed to me as I walked past.  She looked a bit
perturbed this time as she watched me walk away, but she didn't
say anything either.  It was really hard to know how much these
people were seeing.  Were all of them too polite to mention, or
could they tell that I was naked?

Back at our table, I set my bare bottom down on the cool vinyl
seat, happy to have made it back safe.  Miyoko had gotten used to
my dress by then, but one of the girls at the crafts table next
to ours peered over at me, suspicious.  Suddenly, the two boys
from outside came out, making a beeline straight for me!

"Hey, you're that girl.  The one who's always here doing...
uh..."

"Ikebana?" I said finishing his sentence with the obvious.

"Yeah, yeah.  That's it.  What's your name?"

"Emi."

It seemed I had acquired two fans.  They actually came around to
the side of our table, just so they could ogle my bare thighs.  I
held my legs together in lady-like fashion hoping that my bottom
was covered.  Realizing that they had to say something, they
finally tore their eyes away from my hips to look at our table.

"So you make these things, do you?  Which one did you make?" the
one boy asked.

"I just sold my arrangement to that family.  Miyoko made this one
though," I said, trying to get them to come around front, so they
wouldn't be staring at my hips.  They must have sensed my
embarrassment though, because they continued to stand there at
the side, glancing down at my rear as we spoke.

"How do you make one of these anyway?" one boy asked.

I looked over to Miyoko for support, but she was ignoring us. 
Maybe she thought I'd deliberately tried to lure these guys here.
 I'll admit it was a bit arousing talking to these guys while I
was commando, but honestly, I hadn't intended to lure anyone
anywhere.  It was hardly my fault that they'd been out in the
parking lot when I went out.

Luckily, some real customers came along, so I just ignored the
boy's question, and turned to help them instead.  The boys backed
away, still watching me from afar.  I think I managed to keep my
skirt in check long enough that the boys eventually gave up, and
headed back to the cafeteria.

Around then, Miyoko asked for my help wrapping up one of the
other arrangements for some customers.  I stood up, and without
really thinking it through, reached out my arms to help.  I guess
I felt relieved because the boys had left, but leaning over with
my arms out like that must have pulled my dress up, exposing my
bottom again.  Then, out of the blue, a flashbulb went off behind
me.

I turned, and sure enough it was Wilfred!  He must have snuck
back here while I wasn't looking.  I frowned at him, trying to
get him to back off, but I couldn't let go of the bouquet while
Miyoko was tying it.  I think I managed to spook Wilfred a
little, but the problem was more that with my arms way up, he
could probably see my pussy peeking out from under the hem of my
dress.  I turned away from him, trying to hide my pussy, but he
seemed even more fascinated by my rear end.

I don't think the couple who we were wrapping the bouquet for
could see my pussy because of the table, but I'm sure they must
have wondered why I was blushing.  I bowed an apology to them,
but that probably just pulled my hem up exposing more of my cute
little bare behind to Wilfred and the people over that way.  I
knew I had to be careful, but the way my hello kitty was buzzing
wasn't making that easy.  Miyoko wasn't helping either.  She kept
tilting the bouquet away from me, forcing me to lean over
further, dragging the hem of my dress up even higher.

Wilfred's eyes were glued to my rear.  He was obviously dying to
get another picture, but it seemed in his flustered state, he'd
pressed the wrong button on his camera, and couldn't get it
working again.

'Serves you right,' I snickered at him, sticking out my tongue,
but unable to resist the chance to tease him now that his camera
wasn't working, I deliberately leaned forward, tempting him with
my fanny.  I couldn't see his reaction because my hair had fallen
down over my eyes, so I lifted my hand to brush it away,
accidentally exposing even more of the creamy white flesh of my
buttocks cheeks to him in the process.  I hadn't really intended
to go quite that far, but what with all this leaning and tugging,
I'd pulled the hem of my dress way up to the point it was almost
around my waist by then.  Wilfred was practically going
cross-eyed in his wonder at my brazen behavior.

Miyoko finally got the bouquet done up, so I could let go. 
Wilfred probably could tell I was going to go after him, but he
just stood there, evidently still in shock at my deliberately
flashing him my bare bottom.  I waited for the couple to leave,
and then finally pushed my skirt back down, glaring over at
Wilfred.  He ran off towards the stairwell going upstairs.  I
apologized to Miyoko, and then ran off after him.  My skirt
probably billowed up as I ran, but I was so horny by then I
almost didn't care.  Once I made it to the stairwell, I was
finally able to duck out of sight.

On the second floor, I saw Wilfred dash into the Japanese
Association office, and finally managed to corner him there. 
Luckily, no one else seemed to be around.

"Wilfred!  Give me that camera!"

He was completely freaking out now, pawing his hands in the air
trying to keep me away, even knocking off his own glasses.

"Calm down for heaven's sake.  I just want to delete that photo
you took," I explained.

"Stay back.  Leave me alone," he whimpered.  I waded in to grab
the camera from him, but with all his thrashing about, it was
hard to get a good grip on it.  He accidentally flicked up my
skirt, exposing my pussy again, but it looked like he couldn't
see without his glasses.

"Stop being silly.  Just let me have the camera," I demanded.  He
wouldn't, so I finally leaned in, pressing my breasts against his
chest, teasing him even more.  He was absolutely livid now,
practically out of his head with panic and excitement.

I guess I can admit I was more than a little aroused myself, but
truthfully, I found his reaction kind of funny.  What was he
getting so flustered about?  I guess he was pretty young, and not
used to being teased, but still!

I finally managed to wrestle the camera away from him, and
started pushing buttons trying to find the screen for 'delete.' 
He fixed his glasses, so I batted the hem of my skirt down, but
it was still floating up at a dangerous height.  Wilfred eyed me
cautiously, tilting his head trying to get a better look at my
pussy.  I was actually pretty horny by then, so I let him look,
but not wanting to let on, I snapped at him,

"And don't tell anyone about this, d'you hear?"

He finally looked away, hanging his head in apology.

"Why are you dressed like that?" he asked shyly.  My first
reaction was to laugh, a bit at a loss to explain.

"I was just...  I... I don't know.  No reason," I finally told
him.  He continued to look me up and down, obviously fascinated
by how I could just stand here with my pussy showing.  The thing
was that whenever he'd look down at my nether regions, they would
heat up, getting my motor running.  It's hard to explain.  I
guess there's something about these innocent geeky types that
gets to me sometimes.

I finally found the photo that he'd taken earlier.  You could see
a little hint of my black pubic hair peeking out from between my
butt cheeks, but the more shocking thing about it was the way I
was leaning forward, almost as if I was begging Wilfred to take
me from behind.  It was a shame almost to delete it, because it
did show off my buns to nice effect, but anyway, I couldn't let
Wilfred keep it.  I pressed 'delete,' and it was gone.

"Can I have my camera back?" Wilfred asked, wondering I guess if
I realized that my pussy was still showing.

"Promise me you won't take any more pictures of me, or tell
anyone about this," I demanded more sternly.  Wilfred seemed
torn, confused by my mixed signals.  I finally pushed down my
skirt to cover up, but before he could answer, Miyoko appeared at
the door.  I handed Wilfred back his camera, and then scurried
off with Miyoko, anxious to get away.  Wilfred raised his camera
as if he were going to take a picture of me again, but I glared
at him over my shoulder, and he decided against it.

"What were you two doing up there?" Miyoko asked.

"Oh nothing."  I'd realized that I had to go rescue my panties,
but unfortunately, just then, we bumped into the programs
director Mr. Yoshimoto again.

"Miyoko and Emi, is it?  You girls have been doing a great job. 
I just received a whole bunch of compliments about your ikebana
table."

I smiled meekly, and bowed to him, gently pushing my skirt down
worried that he might be able to see my pussy.  The timing of
these compliments was strange, coming just after I'd made my dash
through the hall when I was running after Wilfred.  Had all those
people seen me run through after all?  I don't think Mr.
Yoshimoto had clued in yet to how I was dressed, but I couldn't
help wondering if the reason for these compliments was me.

Standing here talking with the director was making me tense.  I
soon realized that Wilfred was behind me, carefully considering
the curves of my backside.

"If you girls don't mind, could I introduce you to a couple of
people who sit on the board of directors?  They want to thank you
for your work."

I of course wanted to go rescue my panties first, but I couldn't
think of an excuse to get away.  We ended up following Yoshimoto
down the stairs, with me holding my dress down as best I could. 
How do I get myself into these situations?

These director people were sitting in the cafeteria.  The two
boys from earlier smiled when I showed up at the door, but I
ignored them.  One of these directors was a lady lawyer, Junko
something, and the other, Mr. Nakata, a former executive for the
American branch of a large Japanese placement agency.  I'd
actually seen Mr. Nakata around the cultural centre before.  I
think he did tea ceremony or something like that.  My original
impression of him was that he was a great appreciater of beauty
and a patron of the arts, but he actually turned out to be a
fairly sly old charmer.  He examined the way I was holding my
dress down, immediately sensing that something was up.  He
started asking me about how I'd come to the States and what my
plans were, obviously ready to help me find a job if I needed it.

I was worried though about Yoshimoto who was now standing behind
me, and could probably see my ass cheeks.  I couldn't cover up my
backside without exposing my pussy, so I just smiled meekly at
Yoshimoto, hoping he wouldn't get upset.  He had definitely
noticed though, but was trying not to stare.  I was after all one
of his prize volunteers, and one of the reasons for the show's
success apparently.  He did seem puzzled, and kept glancing down
at my rear trying to tell if I was wearing a thong I guess.

Mr. Nakata could tell I wasn't listening to him, so he finally
said,

"Emi, could you be a dear, and bring me one of your arrangements?
 I'll set it up in the tokonoma in my home."  A tokonoma is an
alcove along the wall of a Japanese style room where people hang
art or poetry.

I tilted my head at him, immediately wondering if he was looking
for some way to get me to turn around, so he could see whatever
it was that Yoshimoto seemed so fascinated by.

"Oh I'm sorry, sir.  I've already sold my own arrangement.  I
think Miyoko still has one of hers though."  As I said this, I
playfully spun to the side giving Nakata a brief glimpse of the
curve of my rear.  His wife was around here somewhere, but he was
clearly fascinated by me and my body, and that cheered me up. 
Maybe he was an appreciator of beauty after all.

I began to wonder if I should give him a peek at my backside just
to thank him for his 'support.'  The problem though was the lady
lawyer sitting right next to him.  I was pretty sure she wouldn't
approve of the way I was dressed.

When the two of them turned to question Miyoko, I slid over next
to Mr. Nakata partly to hide, but also partly to show him that I
sympathized with his unspoken request.  Still clutching my dress
at the front, I gently tilted my body to the side intending to
give Nakata a peek at my rear.  Even so, Nakata couldn't very
well bend his head this way without being really obvious about
it, so I had to come up with another plan.

I waited for a lull in the conversation, and then quietly asked
Nakata if I could get his email address in case I needed to
contact him about job opportunities.  He agreed, but he claimed
not to have a business card with him, so I invited him to come
back with me to our ikebana table where I'd left my things. 
Miyoko stayed with Yoshimoto and the lady lawyer, so I finally
managed to get away from them.

I led Nakata towards our table, skipping along merrily now that
I'd found an ally of sorts.  He chuckled at my exuberance, no
doubt happy to finally get a better look at my butt cheeks.  With
all my jumping around, I lost control of my skirt, and the front
flipped up, exposing my pussy for a second.  I stopped, and
looked back at him, giggling nervously at my own recklessness. 
He smiled, and gave me a wink, signaling that I needn't worry.

When I got to our table, I scurried around behind to fetch a pen
and paper from my bag.  My hello kitty was tingling like crazy,
but I wasn't really sure how far I should take this.  Should I
show him that I wasn't wearing a thong?  Would he look down on me
if I did?  Or perhaps introduce me to the job of my dreams?  I
did feel I could trust him, but there were still a lot of people
around, so that was another thing I had to watch out for.

Mr. Nakata was no shrinking violet.  He followed me around behind
our table, and looked straight down at my bare behind as I
squatted by my bag.  I turned my head, and smiled back up at him,
but he surely must have realized at the point that I wasn't
wearing a thong.  I don't think anyone else could see, but in my
squatting position, the hem of my dress had ridden way up,
exposing the top of my butt crack and beyond.  I hadn't really
intended to show him, but it was too late now.  My secret was
out.

I felt so nervous my whole body was shaking.  I slowly stood back
up, trying to hide my embarrassment at being found out, but still
quite curious as to what he thought.   Hiding my red cheeks in my
long black hair, I did turn to look back at him, studying his
face for signs of his feelings.  He did seem surprised at first
that such a bashful young creature as myself would be wandering
around commando, but he finally mustered a gentle smile,
reassuring me that my secret was safe with him.  My whole body
was tingling now in the warm glow of having found a new 'friend.'

Remembering what we'd come there for, I finally spread the paper
out on the table, and set down the pen next to it, so he could
write his email address.  He hesitated for a moment seemingly
disappointed that the 'show' was over, but actually, I was just
worried that the other people in the hall were watching us.  When
he leaned forward to write, I planted my palms on the table too,
and leaned forward to watch him write.  I tried to make it look
innocent, but I had my bare behind stuck up in the air, and I
think the receptionist saw me.  I pretended like nothing was
wrong, but even though he couldn't really see, there was a bulge
growing in Mr. Nakata's pants.

When he finished writing, we both straightened back up, and he
gave me the paper.  I said, "Thank you," but then there was this
awkward silence with neither of us knowing quite what to say.

"You are quite something, young lady," he smiled.  I batted my
eyelashes at him, but just waited until he excused himself, and
headed back to the cafeteria.  It was pretty obvious that he was
hoping for something more, I was still quite nervous about the
people watching, and in any case, we'd only just met.  After
that, I finally got to go rescue my panties from the washroom,
and put them on.

One other funny thing happened that day.  After I'd pulled my
panties back on, Mr. Yoshimoto came back to our table still
trying to figure out if I was wearing a thong.  He came around to
the side, and kept peeking down at my hips, but I didn't feel
like playing any more, and didn't let him see.  I think he's
probably still wondering to this day.
 
Emi
Tsuruta
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

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