Brea was examined thoroughly, pampered and looked after. A kind nurse checked on her every hour and even pumped her breasts once she found out about Brea's special needs. The tired girl slowly recovered and was released a few weeks later, now the proud owner of a brand new breast pump that the kind nurse had given to her so she could drain herself on her own again.
Still shocked by what had happened, the girl resumed her studies. It wasn't much left to do except for a few remaining exams and some serious learning. The only problem once again was money.
Her previous job, the cafe and everything, was no more. She had heard rumors that her old boss even was facing trial for not following mandatory safety standards but she really wasn't interested in any details and just wanted to forget that episode of her life. So she started to search for other jobs again but everyone turned her down citing her limited work permit and the pending end of her studies.
A few days later her roommate announced that she would move out in a few days. Brea was sad to see her go but didn't expect the news to have any lasting impact on her life. She was wrong.
The new roommate showed up a few days after she left. And it was worse than she could ever imagine.
It was a guy. And she knew him. She had seen him on the display in her service room, binding her breasts with tight rubber bands. Brea was startled when she first met him, but he didn't seem to recognize her at all. She thought about their first encounter, about the fact that she wore a cow costume at the time and that he anyway had only been interested in her naked, ballooning breasts. Of course he wouldn't recognize her, he never saw her face in the first place! Brea relaxed a bit and decided to give him a chance.
Kage was nice and polite towards Brea and was quick to do the chores. After a few days Brea decided to forget what had happened between him and her breasts earlier. Who could fault him for playing a bit with a pair of trapped, bulging white tits with nobody else in the room? It surely was only natural for such a virile young man!
But then he started to fill his part of the dorm with these strange posters and figurines. Scantily clad or entirely naked girls, all with enormous breasts, doing unspeakable things. She wanted to object, hoped that if she voiced her concerns he would put them away. But it didn't work. Maybe he didn't understand, maybe he just didn't care, but the figurines stayed. He seemed to know no shame.
All the bare breasted girls on the walls and in the cupboards irritated Brea to no end. And it only got worse. When the rest of his stuff arrived, he set up his desk, complete with a hefty computer, a huge screen and some odd, tablet-like device connected to it. From then on he seemed to work at his desk every minute he could spare, drawing incredibly obscene and terribly offensive art on it. Sure, his technique was phenomenal and the images, on a purely technical level, were absolutely stunning, but Brea couldn't stop blushing whenever she caught a glimpse. She really got concerned about what was going on in that guy's head.
Brea somehow managed to finish her studies and wondered if she should just return home. But her visa was good for another year and she really wanted to learn more about this strange, fascinating culture. As weird as he was, maybe her new roommate could offer a few more unusual perspectives, some more glimpses into the soul of this mysterious country!
Either way, nobody was waiting for her at home and she didn't really know what to do there anyway. The sensible thing was surely to stay a bit longer and take in the fascinating experiences. If only her stupid money problem would go away.
But it didn't. Soon she had to confess to Kage that she couldn't keep paying the rent. The young man's reaction was pretty muted. First she was concerned that he didn't get her explanation, but when he proposed to pay the whole bill if he in return could use all the space she assumed he actually understood. Kage quickly scribbled something down on a piece of paper, a series of little characters that seemed to agree on some sort of contract. Brea's interpretation was that she would still have the right to sleep in the room but that she would need to ask Kage whenever she needed something else. And he would get to use all the space except her bed.
Brea asked him if he knew of a job for her, explaining that she had searched for ages and nobody seemed to be interested in hiring her. He looked at her blankly. She searched for her purse and handed him one of her cards to show how professional she was about the whole thing. Kage took the card with interest and turned it around. And then burst out laughing. He couldn't stop giggling for minutes, bouts of laughter shaking him repeatedly. He grunted, "Bakunyugyu! Bakunyugyu!" poked her oversized breasts and laughed again. Brea was puzzled. Was there something wrong with her card?
Kage finally managed to stop laughing and wiped tears out of his eyes. He smirked at her asking "Who told? This say big breasted cow in Japanese! Fit very well!" He poked into her breast again and giggled.
Brea's face went red as a tomato. Her cards said she was a big breasted cow? What the hell was that border agent thinking? She was furious and threw the stack of cards in the trash. Kage still giggled without end.
The thought of her handing these cards out to random people made Brea blush on the spot. She felt so mortified by the very idea that her heart skipped a beat. This was so much worse than even her job at the cafe! How dare that agent! But there was nothing she could do about that now, except not using the cards anymore. She straightened herself and asked Kage where she should put her clothes now as she wouldn't have her own wardrobe anymore. Still giggling, he pointed to a section of his own wardrobe.
The little she had barely fit inside, but Kage was adamant that she cleared her cupboards and shelves as he needed the part to put up more of his weird figurines. So Brea was left with a small bed and her clothes stored in another person's wardrobe. Her toiletries and other essential stuff, including her trusty milk pump was now kept in a metal box in the bathroom. The little else she had, like her study material, laptop and headphones were kept in her satchel that had contained most of her possessions already.
Life went on. Brea got used to the situation, to asking Kage for permission before doing anything. He always just nodded and she could more or less mind her own business. Her financial situation didn't improve at all though, and her visits to the city, to museums, monuments as well as the courses she took ate up her remaining cash fast. The credit card finally stopped working and Brea faced another tough decision. Should she get her return ticket now, as long as she still had enough money for it? Or should she hold out, in the hope that her situation improved again? Unfortunately, as her exams had ended, so had her work permit. But there was so much more to see!
Brea talked to Kage again, armed with pen and paper to illustrate her dilemma. He smiled, nodded and smiled again. When she asked him if he knew a job for her he shook his head but then suddenly froze. He grabbed his phone and called someone. Brea got excited. Maybe he had work for her!
