"Huh!?" Her expression flickered between horror and calm. She always confirmed no one was around, even today she hadn't made a mistake.
'Someone heard me… masturbating. I can't explain the white liquid or the smell. Some even flew out, so I have no excuses… I guess I have no choice.'
She wore her suit and slid her smartphone into her pocket, not bothering to clean up. She had planned many ways to stay safe if this ever happened.
Slowly, she opened the door, and her eyes widened. It was her long-time partner at work, someone who had been with her through school and university.
Kazama Yuna.
The same woman who had once tried to destroy their friendship. Married, with a child, yet still daring to interfere in Kagura's life.
One week ago, after leaving work at night, Yuna had brought flowers, driven a sports car, and even eaten at an expensive restaurant. And at the end, she had proposed to Kagura with a diamond ring.
It wasn't the value that mattered, Kagura could feel the emotions behind it. It was love. Kagura didn't want to destroy Yuna's life, and Yuna didn't know her secret… until now.
Yuna stood nervously, excitement barely restrained on her face. But what shocked Kagura more was the white sticky substance covering Yuna's face and hands.
"Damn it… she's completely covered in it!' Kagura exhaled, irritation and amusement mixing in her voice as her mind shifted immediately to how she could turn this to her advantage.
"Yuna… what are you doing? Disturbing someone?"
"K-Kagura… I… I was just… I just wanted to talk to you again. After rejecting my confession, you didn't even glance my way," Yuna's voice shook, trying to hide her fear behind false bravery.
"Kagura, I won't ask for more. I still can't dismiss all my feelings, but please… can we go back to being close friends?"
Kagura could have refused, ending the conversation and letting Yuna forget the topic.
"Yuna, let's get you cleaned up and talk," she said, smiling warmly. Her cold eyes seemed gentle, even if only as an illusion.
Yuna lifted her head to look at Kagura, about to hug her, but Kagura stopped her, seeing the obvious mess on her face and hands.
"Clean yourself first."
Kagura held Yuna's hands under the basin, washing them carefully, and even rinsed her face.
"I guess you're not going to ask what this is, or why," Kagura said, her gaze fixed forward in the mirror.
Yuna's hands tightened around hers, a warm voice escaping. "I'm curious about it… curious about everything about you, but I won't ask. I don't want to lose you."
"If silence can keep us together… even as friends… I don't mind," Yuna added.
Kagura knew Yuna might not understand everything. Even proposing while married and having a family, but she wasn't an idiot.
'Maybe she is an idiot.' Kagura thought.
"Yuna, as long as you keep what happened today a secret, we can continue being friends. I hope you won't betray my trust."
Yuna smiled, hugging her and bouncing with joy. "Of course… we'll always be together… as… friends." Her lower face flushed, but she quickly brightened up.
Lunch ended, and Kagura returned to her desk. Yuna kept glancing at her, but Kagura focused solely on work.
Time passed quickly. When the clock struck, Kagura shut down her PC and left with her usual brisk pace.
"Good work today. Goodnight, everyone."
Her home was nearby, so she walked as usual. The calm night didn't disturb her, even the traffic beside her.
As she passed an alley, something was different. A new shop had appeared, deserted, with purple fog spilling out and a strange fragrance wafting toward her.
Curiosity, even in humans who sense danger, always finds excuses.
Kagura approached. The fog thickened, revealing a shop filled with golden objects and mysterious trinkets. She didn't care if they were real or not.
A silhouette appeared in the haze, a person fully cloaked, face hidden.
Kagura was cautious, but for some reason didn't doubt them completely. A small suspicion lingered.
The cloak stuck to the figure's body, making it impossible to discern gender.
"Good evening, my dear customer," the voice said.
Even with the gender unclear, Kagura felt curiosity grow.
The purple fog dissipated, yet the figure gave no answers. Their body language suggested something else entirely.
Kagura clenched her hand in her pocket. "What do you sell here?"
A smile appeared. Beside their hands; the only visible skin was their smile.
"Anything you want… even a lottery of 100 billion, or fulfillment in your career. This place answers your true nature."
Rationality returned to Kagura. She looked around, thinking 'Occult theme store huh… I don't see anything I want.'
"I will leave, since I don't see anything I need."
She turned to leave, but the shopkeeper's voice stopped her.
"Don't you want to know more about your futanari state… and do something about it?"
Kagura spun back, eyes wide. This was her secret that no one should know.
"Ho… How did you know?"
"Of course I know. I guess you don't know what it is yet," the figure replied.
A chill ran down her spine. She wanted to leave immediately, but the shopkeeper's words held her in place.
"I don't have any problem with it. I'll leave. There's no need to speak of this again," Kagura said, moving toward the door.
"Hmm… I guess having it from birth didn't make you feel anything suspicious."
"Huh!? What do you mean?"
The shopkeeper smiled, exuding control. "It is a gift from the gods, with the power of the divine."
Kagura raised an eyebrow. "I'm not into crazy cult stuff. Get to the point."
"Oh! I guess with such a body, unreal beauty… and being futanari… Do you really think all this is just a coincidence?"
Kagura calmed herself as always, even in intense situations.
'I thought it was abnormal, but even doctors didn't find anything strange. They just called it a rare occurrence.'
'I want to know about myself… if this has any meaning.'
She walked forward, sitting on the chair in front of the shopkeeper, crossing her legs to maintain control.
"Let's talk about this," she said firmly.
Author Note:
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