Fleeting Sanity 1 (Patreon)

Fleeting Sanity - or ‘It is I, the NTR Cock-Blocker, fear me and… Ayame, don’t you fucking dare accept that guy’s molestation!’ (Alansya Chronicles: Fleeting Iris, Semi-SI)

Fairy Tales can be real at times.

At least, that’s how Sawada Ayame saw her engagement with Robert as.

A simple Japanese girl with a troubled past falling in love and, ultimately, setting to marry an FBI Agent and moving with him to the USA, this felt like a… dream. A good dream at that, and one that carried forth a set of fulfillment that made her extremely conscious of her new duties as a proper housewife.

To say that Ayame was happy to stay at home and handle all sorts of chores related to that would be an understatement, but many would also be willing to see how being pushed into finding a job for herself to retain some independence was both a good and bad thing.

First, it would be fair to say she was doing this more to show Robert she didn’t marry him for his money. As an FBI agent, the man had a comfortable amount of dollars in his bank account- he was not rich but, considering their current livelihood, this was more than enough to her, him and everyone else.

Second, she wanted to check out the new city they moved to. As an FBI Agent, Robert was meant to relocate from time to time, but this place was where they were meant to settle down as a family. Her, him, her step-son and her father-in-law.

Yes, this was… great.

Or not, depending on who you are asking.

Oh right.

There was one small addition that came with their recent move. Ayame was a bit frightened by the concept of a man now residing in her mind rent-free, but her dread was soothed by the notion he was just ‘stuck’ there and with no means to do much more out of it.

John Bukharin was… odd. Awkward didn’t fit as a proper word with someone that lacked nervousness and just sounded absolutely and, without a shred of a doubt, in the mood to tear his way back home from the way he sounded.

The reason why she managed to handle this quite well came from how her exchange with him went.

Who are you? What are you? How did this happen? What do you mean that lilac panties are too bold?

All in all, Ayame knew that fate decided to bless her with a guardian angel… a very potty-mouthed and extremely rude but overall clever angel at that. Guardian? She wasn’t willing to trust him that much.

Did he want this? No. Did he have a say in what happened next? Not really.

What happened now was that Ayame had an unwilling passenger visioning what she was doing and… taking shots at her wonderful life.

It is great.

Once again, it is a subjective thought.

It was her first day of being in town after wasting several weeks getting all boxes with stuff unwrapped. The home was lovely, they also had a dog and there was just so much to do and see.

Like not walking the street with the red light on.

Ayame stopped moving just in time before she made a rather bad choice for her current life. She had just finished dealing with stuff at the city hall to get a potential job opening that could be both part time and paying just right to make the endeavor worthwhile.

Her new workplace was located in Little Venice, which was a small Italy-like section that she was surprised to learn much about through her current passenger. John was an Italian, she was Japanese and part of her wanted to know what sort of ‘Axis of Evil’ her unseen ‘helper’ was talking of.

Still, the depiction of some interesting elements in this area near the local docks made Ayame smile before she ventured within Melvin’s, a pub where she was meant to be hired as a waitress.

The place was… cheap. She wouldn’t say it was seedy but it was really close to it. Lots of unpleasant faces here and there, but the young woman ventured through without any issues and ultimately stopped to greet and smile at the blue-haired man tending the counter.

“Hello.”

“Good morning, Miss.”

“Ayame. Sawada Ayame.”

The Employee’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, the new entry?”

A nod. “That’s right.”

“I am Ralph, welcome to Melvin’s.”

That was a nice way to start something wonderful in terms of her new job-

And then the door behind Ralph closed with a loud ‘thud’.

A figure growled something about taxes, moving closer to the counter, seemingly distracted with dark thoughts, but ultimately he focused on Ayame. And Ayame felt a shiver go down her spine.

Fat, if not outright obese, the old man that had short silver hair and a bit of a ‘stache looked far from friendly despite the smile on his face.

“Well, what is going on here?”

Ralph glanced at the man and he offered a sheepish look. “Oh, sir. This is Ms. Sawada, the new waitress.”

His smirk grew a tiny bit more. Which really wasn’t putting her nerves to ease.

“N-Nice to meet you.”

Be careful.

Ayame held back from nodding at that fair advice, but it didn’t stop the ensuing conversation from happening.

“I’m Melvin. So, a new face here in town… Single?”

Tell him you’re married and have a son.

“M-Married. I also have a son.”

Some of that smugness dulled a bit. Ayame was not sure why that seemed to have an effect on the elder, but Melvin grinned nonetheless.

“Still, how about we have a bit of an interview in my office? Of course, if you want, we can arrange it for tomorrow rather than today.”

Tell him to do it now.

W-Why? I don’t want to-

Back off, and you will be seen as non-confrontational. He wants you to take the delay to see if you’re weak to peer pressure.

Why? Why would he want to do that?

He has been undressing you for a while. He is a pervert and he is trying to get you for your body so… we need to play his game and beat him at it.

Can I do it?

We can do it.

Ayame was still a bit nervous but… nodded. “I would prefer now.”

The smirk felt a bit cold now. “I see. Then, Ralph, I will take care of the new member of this family.”

Ralph was smiling but he didn’t look pleased at all. In fact, Ayame was quite sure that he had a strange glint in his eye that was reaching out for her. A warning? Ayame was not sure herself but still ventured into what felt like a dangerous place to be delving into.

Soon she was sitting right in front of Melvin and the man was alternating between looking at his computer’s screen and her face/chest.

“Now, Ayame, I can’t help but see that some info here is purposely left blank. Care to elaborate on it?”

He is trying to find dirt on you. I will lead you through the questions.

That was relieving but-

“Let’s start with this one. Here you left the bit regarding your husband’s occupation empty. I am surprised the clerk could do something like this but… may I ask what this is all about?”

We already talked about this. Your husband’s work is quite private and thus can be entitled to a degree of ‘blank protection’. Just tell him that your husband is in law enforcement and that he has a degree of importance.

“He is an agent but… not a police one.”

“Hm? Above?”

A nod was enough to see cracks forming on his jolly mask.

“I see.”

We found his weak spot.

D-Did we?

Yeah. The man is afraid of anything that isn’t police. It’s possible he can bribe out of trouble but not Federal trouble. We need to push on there to stop things from getting bad.

“I suppose he is busy from time to time,” Melvin pointed out. “A woman like you may feel lonely.”

Tell him how much he loves you and how far he would go for you.

“At times, yes but… he loves me. A lot.”

“Hm? Is that so?”

She smiled. “In fact, he told me many times he would break many rules if it meant keeping me safe.”

That was the devastating blow that Ayame knew would make that potential issue die down without much of a whimper. Melvin’s eyes had widened a bit and the conversation thus turned trivial at best.

Ayame didn’t need any further help as she knew that she had won this one out but… right as she leaned for a handshake, John decided to give her one last idea.

Grasp his hand tighter than you would normally.

She did that and she saw Melvin actually flinch at the smile mixed with that tight hand-holding. It didn’t take long for the young woman to be walking out of the place and preparing for her big first work day that was going to be tomorrow.

Plus, with her husband being back home earlier than usual meant she had plans to make it spicy and… hopefully, John’s promise to ‘zone out’ from when that happened wasn’t going to come short.

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AN

Oh, the promise will hold. The issue is a matter of wet dreams being more real than she might expect~.