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But tonight, something was… different. Perched regally on top of a dented trash can, like some kind of questionable street goddess, was a woman in a pink crop top and track pants. The crop top was still very much in place, but the track pants—well, those had clearly abandoned ship. She sat there, pants pooled around her ankles, as if this was the most natural place in the world to rest one’s cheeks.\n\nI stood there, mouth hanging open like a tourist who had just discovered Tokyo’s strangest “hidden attraction.” For a moment, I thought maybe she was just… sitting, you know, in a very avant-garde way. But then—pssssshhh. The unmistakable sound of liquid hitting the hollow bottom of a trash can echoed through the alley. My eyes widened, and hers closed in blissful relief, a tiny smile tugging at her lips as if she’d just solved world peace.\n\nFrom deep within her, a sound rumbled—like a tuba being wrestled by a drunk jazz player—and then BLAAART! The trash can amplified it like a stadium speaker system, the echo bouncing down the alleyway as though someone had just fired a cannon. I swear a stray cat hissed and bolted out of sheer terror.\n\nAnd then—oh no—it got worse. Instead of looking embarrassed, the woman tilted her head back, eyes half-lidded, and let out a moan so indecently pleased that my brain instantly blue-screened. “Haaaah~…” It wasn’t the kind of sound you expected in a back alley beside half-rotting garbage. 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The unmistakable sound of liquid hitting the hollow bottom of a trash can echoed through the alley. My eyes widened, and hers closed in blissful relief, a tiny smile tugging at her lips as if she’d just solved world peace.\n\nFrom deep within her, a sound rumbled—like a tuba being wrestled by a drunk jazz player—and then BLAAART! The trash can amplified it like a stadium speaker system, the echo bouncing down the alleyway as though someone had just fired a cannon. I swear a stray cat hissed and bolted out of sheer terror.\n\nAnd then—oh no—it got worse. Instead of looking embarrassed, the woman tilted her head back, eyes half-lidded, and let out a moan so indecently pleased that my brain instantly blue-screened. “Haaaah~…” It wasn’t the kind of sound you expected in a back alley beside half-rotting garbage. 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She sat there, pants pooled around her ankles, as if this was the most natural place in the world to rest one’s cheeks.\n\nI stood there, mouth hanging open like a tourist who had just discovered Tokyo’s strangest “hidden attraction.” For a moment, I thought maybe she was just… sitting, you know, in a very avant-garde way. But then—pssssshhh. The unmistakable sound of liquid hitting the hollow bottom of a trash can echoed through the alley. My eyes widened, and hers closed in blissful relief, a tiny smile tugging at her lips as if she’d just solved world peace.\n\nFrom deep within her, a sound rumbled—like a tuba being wrestled by a drunk jazz player—and then BLAAART! The trash can amplified it like a stadium speaker system, the echo bouncing down the alleyway as though someone had just fired a cannon. I swear a stray cat hissed and bolted out of sheer terror.\n\nAnd then—oh no—it got worse. Instead of looking embarrassed, the woman tilted her head back, eyes half-lidded, and let out a moan so indecently pleased that my brain instantly blue-screened. “Haaaah~…” It wasn’t the kind of sound you expected in a back alley beside half-rotting garbage. It was the kind of sound you’d expect behind a locked bedroom door in a love hotel.","ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"The narrator encountered a woman in a pink crop top in a Tokyo back alley. She was sitting on a trash can with her track pants down, urinating into it. After the act, she made a sound of relief and then a loud fart. She then moaned with pleasure.","title":"Encounter"},"details_translated":{"de":{"first_chat_content":"Ich hatte diese Abkürzung in einer Gasse in Tokio schon hundertmal genommen, die Art von schmaler Gasse, in der sich normalerweise nur Streunerkatzen und verlorene Touristen hintrauen. Aber heute Abend war etwas ... anders. Majestätisch auf einem verbeulten Mülleimer thronend, wie eine fragwürdige Straßengöttin, saß eine Frau in einem pinkfarbenen bauchfreien Top und einer Jogginghose. Das bauchfreie Top war noch immer an seinem Platz, aber die Jogginghose – nun, die hatte eindeutig das Schiff verlassen. Sie saß da, die Hose um ihre Knöchel gesammelt, als wäre dies der natürlichste Ort der Welt, um ihre Wangen auszuruhen.\n\nIch stand da, mit offenem Mund wie ein Tourist, der gerade Tokios seltsamste „versteckte Attraktion“ entdeckt hatte. Einen Moment lang dachte ich, vielleicht saß sie einfach nur ... da, weißt du, auf eine sehr avantgardistische Art und Weise. Aber dann – psssshhh. Das unverkennbare Geräusch von Flüssigkeit, die auf den hohlen Boden eines Mülleimers traf, hallte durch die Gasse. Meine Augen weiteten sich, und ihre schlossen sich in seligem Entsetzen, ein winziges Lächeln zuckte über ihre Lippen, als hätte sie gerade den Weltfrieden gelöst.\n\nAus tiefstem Inneren grollte ein Geräusch – wie eine Tuba, die von einem betrunkenen Jazzmusiker gerungen wurde – und dann BLAAART! Der Mülleimer verstärkte es wie ein Stadion-Lautsprechersystem, das Echo hallte die Gasse entlang, als hätte jemand gerade eine Kanone abgefeuert. Ich schwöre, eine Streunerkatze zischte und rannte aus purer Angst davon.\n\nUnd dann – oh nein – es wurde schlimmer. Anstatt verlegen auszusehen, neigte die Frau ihren Kopf zurück, die Augen halb geschlossen, und stieß ein Stöhnen aus, das so unanständig erfreut war, dass mein Gehirn sofort einen Blue Screen hatte. „Haaaah~ ...“ Es war nicht die Art von Geräusch, die man in einer Gasse neben halb verrottendem Müll erwartete. Es war die Art von Geräusch, die man hinter einer verschlossenen Schlafzimmertür in einem Liebeshotel erwarten würde.","short_description":"Der Erzähler traf eine Frau in einem pinkfarbenen bauchfreien Top in einer Tokioter Gasse. Sie saß auf einem Mülleimer und hatte ihre Trainingshose heruntergelassen, um hineinzupinkeln. Nach der Tat stieß sie einen erleichterten Laut aus und ließ dann einen lauten Furz. Dann stöhnte sie vor Vergnügen.","title":"Begegnung"},"en":{"first_chat_content":"I had taken this back-alley shortcut in Tokyo a hundred times before, the kind of narrow lane where only stray cats and lost tourists usually dared to tread. But tonight, something was… different. Perched regally on top of a dented trash can, like some kind of questionable street goddess, was a woman in a pink crop top and track pants. The crop top was still very much in place, but the track pants—well, those had clearly abandoned ship. She sat there, pants pooled around her ankles, as if this was the most natural place in the world to rest one’s cheeks.\n\nI stood there, mouth hanging open like a tourist who had just discovered Tokyo’s strangest “hidden attraction.” For a moment, I thought maybe she was just… sitting, you know, in a very avant-garde way. But then—pssssshhh. The unmistakable sound of liquid hitting the hollow bottom of a trash can echoed through the alley. My eyes widened, and hers closed in blissful relief, a tiny smile tugging at her lips as if she’d just solved world peace.\n\nFrom deep within her, a sound rumbled—like a tuba being wrestled by a drunk jazz player—and then BLAAART! The trash can amplified it like a stadium speaker system, the echo bouncing down the alleyway as though someone had just fired a cannon. I swear a stray cat hissed and bolted out of sheer terror.\n\nAnd then—oh no—it got worse. 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Posada majestuosamente encima de un cubo de basura abollado, como una especie de diosa callejera cuestionable, había una mujer con un top corto rosa y pantalones de chándal. El top corto todavía estaba en su lugar, pero los pantalones de chándal, bueno, esos claramente habían abandonado el barco. Estaba sentada allí, con los pantalones amontonados alrededor de los tobillos, como si este fuera el lugar más natural del mundo para descansar las mejillas.\n\nMe quedé allí, con la boca abierta como un turista que acababa de descubrir la \"atracción oculta\" más extraña de Tokio. Por un momento, pensé que tal vez solo estaba… sentada, ya sabes, de una manera muy vanguardista. Pero entonces, psssshhh. El sonido inconfundible de líquido golpeando el fondo hueco de un cubo de basura resonó por el callejón. Mis ojos se abrieron y los suyos se cerraron con una dicha absoluta, una pequeña sonrisa tirando de sus labios como si acabara de resolver la paz mundial.\n\nDesde lo más profundo de ella, un sonido retumbó, como una tuba siendo luchada por un músico de jazz borracho, y luego, ¡BLAAART! El cubo de basura lo amplificó como un sistema de altavoces de estadio, el eco rebotando por el callejón como si alguien acabara de disparar un cañón. Juro que un gato callejero siseó y salió corriendo por puro terror.\n\nY entonces, oh no, empeoró. En lugar de parecer avergonzada, la mujer inclinó la cabeza hacia atrás, con los ojos entrecerrados, y dejó escapar un gemido tan indecente que mi cerebro se puso en pantalla azul al instante. \"Haaaah~…\" No era el tipo de sonido que esperabas en un callejón al lado de basura medio podrida. Era el tipo de sonido que esperarías detrás de una puerta de dormitorio cerrada en un hotel de amor.","short_description":"El narrador se encontró con una mujer con un top rosa en un callejón trasero de Tokio. Estaba sentada en un cubo de basura con los pantalones de chándal bajados, orinando en él. Después del acto, emitió un sonido de alivio y luego un fuerte pedo. Luego gimió de placer.","title":"Encuentro"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"J'avais emprunté ce raccourci de ruelle à Tokyo une centaine de fois auparavant, le genre de voie étroite où seuls les chats errants et les touristes perdus osaient généralement s'aventurer. Mais ce soir, quelque chose était… différent. Perchée royalement au sommet d'une poubelle cabossée, comme une sorte de déesse de la rue douteuse, se trouvait une femme en crop top rose et en pantalon de survêtement. Le crop top était toujours bien en place, mais le pantalon de survêtement—eh bien, celui-ci avait clairement abandonné le navire. Elle était assise là, le pantalon entassé autour de ses chevilles, comme si c'était l'endroit le plus naturel du monde pour reposer ses fesses.\n\nJe suis resté là, la bouche bée comme un touriste qui venait de découvrir l'« attraction cachée » la plus étrange de Tokyo. Pendant un instant, j'ai pensé qu'elle était peut-être juste… assise, vous savez, d'une manière très avant-gardiste. Mais ensuite—pssssshhh. Le bruit indubitable d'un liquide frappant le fond creux d'une poubelle résonna dans la ruelle. Mes yeux s'écarquillèrent, et les siens se fermèrent dans un soulagement béat, un petit sourire tirant ses lèvres comme si elle venait de résoudre la paix mondiale.\n\nDu fond d'elle-même, un son gronda—comme un tuba malmené par un joueur de jazz ivre—et puis BLAAART ! La poubelle l'amplifia comme un système de haut-parleurs de stade, l'écho rebondissant dans la ruelle comme si quelqu'un venait de tirer un canon. Je jure qu'un chat errant a sifflé et s'est enfui de terreur pure.\n\nEt puis—oh non—ça a empiré. Au lieu d'avoir l'air embarrassée, la femme pencha la tête en arrière, les yeux à moitié clos, et laissa échapper un gémissement si indécemment satisfait que mon cerveau a instantanément affiché un écran bleu. « Haaaah~… » Ce n'était pas le genre de son auquel on s'attendait dans une ruelle à côté d'ordures à moitié pourries. C'était le genre de son auquel on s'attendait derrière une porte de chambre fermée à clé dans un love hotel.","short_description":"Le narrateur a rencontré une femme en crop top rose dans une ruelle de Tokyo. Elle était assise sur une poubelle, son pantalon de survêtement baissé, en train d'uriner dedans. Après l'acte, elle a poussé un soupir de soulagement, puis un gros pet. Elle a ensuite gémi de plaisir.","title":"Rencontre"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"東京の裏路地を、私はこれまで百回以上通っていた。野良猫と道に迷った観光客くらいしか足を踏み入れないような細い路地だ。しかし今夜は、何かが…違っていた。へこんだゴミ箱の上に、まるで怪しげなストリートの女神のように、堂々と座っていたのは、ピンクのクロップトップとジャージ姿の女性だった。クロップトップはまだしっかりと着ていたが、ジャージは—まあ、完全に脱ぎ捨てられていた。彼女はそこに座り、ジャージを足首のあたりにためていた。まるで、そこが自分の頬を休めるのに最も自然な場所であるかのように。 \n\n私はそこに立ち尽くし、まるで東京の最も奇妙な「隠れたアトラクション」を発見した観光客のように、口をあんぐりと開けていた。一瞬、彼女はただ…座っているだけなのかな、と。とてもアバンギャルドな方法で。しかし、その時—プシュウウウ。液体がゴミ箱の空洞の底に当たる、紛れもない音が路地に響き渡った。私の目は見開き、彼女の目は至福の安堵に閉じられ、まるで世界平和を解決したかのように、小さな笑顔が彼女の唇をひきつらせた。 \n\n彼女の奥底から、まるで酔っ払ったジャズ奏者に格闘されているチューバのような音が響き—そして、ブラーート！ゴミ箱はそれをスタジアムのスピーカーシステムのように増幅し、誰かが大砲を発射したかのように、エコーが路地を駆け巡った。野良猫が悲鳴を上げて逃げ出したと誓う。 \n\nそして—ああ、いや—さらに悪化した。恥ずかしそうな顔をする代わりに、女性は頭を後ろに傾け、目を半分閉じて、私の脳が瞬時にブルースクリーンになるほど不謹慎なうめき声を上げた。「ハァァァ〜…」それは、半分腐ったゴミの隣の裏路地で期待されるような音ではなかった。それは、ラブホテルの施錠された寝室のドアの向こうで期待されるような音だった。","short_description":"語り手は、東京の裏路地でピンクのクロップトップを着た女性に遭遇した。彼女はゴミ箱に座り、トラックパンツを下ろして、そこに用を足していた。行為の後、彼女は安堵のため息をつき、それから大きな屁をした。それから彼女は快楽でうめき声をあげた。","title":"出会い"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"나는 도쿄의 뒷골목 지름길을 백 번이나 다녔는데, 보통 길 잃은 고양이와 길 잃은 관광객만이 감히 발을 들여놓는 좁은 골목길이었다. 하지만 오늘 밤, 뭔가… 달랐다. 찌그러진 쓰레기통 위에 위엄 있게, 일종의 수상한 거리 여신처럼 핑크색 크롭탑과 트랙 바지를 입은 여자가 앉아 있었다. 크롭탑은 여전히 제자리에 있었지만, 트랙 바지는—글쎄, 그것들은 분명히 배를 버린 듯했다. 그녀는 마치 이곳이 엉덩이를 쉬기에 세상에서 가장 자연스러운 장소인 듯, 바지를 발목에 질질 끌며 앉아 있었다.\n\n나는 마치 도쿄의 가장 이상한 “숨겨진 명소”를 발견한 관광객처럼 입을 벌린 채 서 있었다. 잠시 동안, 나는 그녀가 그냥… 앉아 있는 거라고 생각했다, 알잖아, 매우 아방가르드한 방식으로. 하지만 그러자—푸쉬이이이. 액체가 쓰레기통의 빈 바닥에 부딪히는 뚜렷한 소리가 골목길에 울려 퍼졌다. 내 눈은 커졌고, 그녀의 눈은 황홀한 안도감에 감기며, 마치 세계 평화를 막 해결한 듯 입술에 작은 미소가 걸렸다.\n\n그녀의 깊은 곳에서, 퉁소 연주자가 술에 취해 레슬링을 하는 듯한 소리가 울려 퍼졌고—그리고 블라아아아트! 쓰레기통은 마치 경기장 스피커 시스템처럼 그것을 증폭시켰고, 누군가 대포를 쏜 듯이 메아리가 골목길을 따라 울려 퍼졌다. 맹세컨대 길 잃은 고양이가 비명을 지르며 공포에 질려 뛰쳐나갔다.\n\n그리고 나서—아, 안 돼—더 나빠졌다. 당황한 기색 대신, 그 여자는 고개를 뒤로 젖히고 눈을 반쯤 감은 채, 내 뇌가 즉시 블루 스크린이 될 정도로 외설적인 신음을 내질렀다. “하아아아~…” 그것은 반쯤 썩어가는 쓰레기 옆 뒷골목에서 기대할 수 있는 종류의 소리가 아니었다. 그것은 러브 호텔의 잠긴 침실 문 뒤에서 기대할 수 있는 종류의 소리였다.","short_description":"화자는 도쿄 뒷골목에서 핑크색 크롭탑을 입은 여자를 만났다. 그녀는 쓰레기통에 앉아 트랙 바지를 내리고 그 안에 소변을 보고 있었다. 행위 후, 그녀는 안도의 소리를 내고 큰 방귀를 뀌었다. 그러고 나서 그녀는 쾌락에 몸을 떨었다.","title":"만남"},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"Eu tinha pegado este atalho em Tóquio cem vezes antes, o tipo de rua estreita onde apenas gatos vadios e turistas perdidos costumavam se atrever a pisar. Mas esta noite, algo estava… diferente. Empoleirada majestosamente em cima de uma lata de lixo amassada, como uma espécie de deusa de rua questionável, estava uma mulher com um top cropped rosa e calças de treino. O top cropped ainda estava muito no lugar, mas as calças de treino — bem, essas claramente abandonaram o navio. Ela estava sentada ali, as calças acumuladas em volta dos tornozelos, como se este fosse o lugar mais natural do mundo para descansar as nádegas.\n\nEu fiquei ali, de boca aberta como um turista que acabara de descobrir a mais estranha “atração escondida” de Tóquio. Por um momento, pensei que talvez ela estivesse apenas… sentada, sabe, de uma maneira muito avant-garde. Mas então — psssshhh. O som inconfundível de líquido atingindo o fundo oco de uma lata de lixo ecoou pelo beco. Meus olhos se arregalaram, e os dela se fecharam em alívio feliz, um pequeno sorriso puxando seus lábios como se ela acabasse de resolver a paz mundial.\n\nDe dentro dela, um som rugiu — como uma tuba sendo dominada por um músico de jazz bêbado — e então BLAAART! A lata de lixo amplificou como um sistema de alto-falantes de estádio, o eco ressoando pelo beco como se alguém tivesse acabado de disparar um canhão. Juro que um gato vadios sibilou e fugiu de puro terror.\n\nE então — oh não — piorou. Em vez de parecer envergonhada, a mulher inclinou a cabeça para trás, os olhos semicerrados, e soltou um gemido tão indecentemente satisfeito que meu cérebro instantaneamente entrou em tela azul. “Haaaah~…” Não era o tipo de som que você esperaria em um beco ao lado de lixo meio podre. Era o tipo de som que você esperaria atrás de uma porta de quarto trancada em um love hotel.","short_description":"O narrador encontrou uma mulher com um top rosa em um beco de Tóquio. Ela estava sentada em uma lixeira com as calças de treino abaixadas, urinando nela. Após o ato, ela soltou um som de alívio e depois um peido alto. 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