Kagura was walking faster, yet not running. While she was excited to try it, she was still hesitant.
The reason was simple, even though her lust impulses were getting stronger and more frequent recently, it was still something she could hold back.
She felt no real need to use it today. Or even later.
It was similar to buying something expensive… but never actually using it.
So she thought of saving it for later and just masturbating with her hand like usual when she returned home.
As she walked, many people stared at her, a beautiful woman carrying a large, heavy box while walking fast. Some even approached her, offering help.
She could ask… but she didn't want anyone to even ask what was inside the box.
"No, it's fine. Thanks for asking." Kagura's polite smile carried a soft warmth.
As she continued, she passed a group of women standing together in revealing clothes, almost wearing nothing at all.. Almost, yet covering what needed.
Their outfits, their body language, their voices… everything about them screamed one thing.
'The night workers' Kagura thought with a little excitement. She had seen many like them.
To reach her house through the shortest route, she had to pass through the red-light district. That was why she usually took the long way around.
But today, in her excitement, she forgot something she always knew.
Women called out to her, whether they were from the pleasure stores or individuals earning money on the roadside.
Many of them knew Kagura's face. She grew up around here, and many older ladies treated her like a little sister. Some saw her as a beautiful acquaintance. Some saw her as a rare rich customer they couldn't seduce.
She avoided this place for normal reasons… and for obvious reasons only she understood.
A few women came near her, surrounding her with their cute, sexy voices.
"Oh! It's Kagura. It's been a while! You haven't visited us recently~"
"Stop it, she's busy with her job all day."
She was treated well by almost everyone here, she had been raised in this district since childhood.
Some older ladies played with her, and many of her age grew up with her.
"Kagura, what did you buy?"
Kagura was startled. She calmed herself and replied with her usual cool voice,
"This is for decoration. Furniture."
"Oh? Didn't they send someone to deliver it?" Their expressions turned worried.
Kagura smiled warmly. "I insisted on taking it myself."
"Do you want us to help?"
"You idiot, don't ask her. Kagura would refuse out of concern for us. Let's just help her."
"Yes, no need to ask."
Kagura tried to think of a way to refuse, but suddenly a familiar, mature voice called out.
"Stop slacking. What's the reason this time?"
A mature older woman stood at the store's main door. She wore a tight, revealing outfit, exposing nothing important, yet teasing everything. Her large breasts and curves were impossible to ignore.
A natural, effortless mature charm radiated from her.
Her face and beautiful body were enough to make anyone think twice before refusing her.
She walked toward them, but when she noticed Kagura, her steps quickened and a warm, motherly smile bloomed on her face.
Yamamoto Haruka
She was only a few years older than Kagura, an older sister figure who genuinely cared for her.
And—
One of the few Kagura never dared to lie to… except for one secret.
And another reason: she was Kagura's first crush.
"Kagu-chan, have you been well? I was just about to call you." Her voice was sweet, alluring, dripping with natural mature sexiness.
Kagura felt something tighten in her chest. And even more… seeing Haruka's revealing outfit, her lower futanari area hardened violently. Stronger than in the morning.
Thankfully, the onahole box covered her front, so no one noticed.
"Y-Yes… Haruka nee-san…"
Kagura's voice trembled, something even intense work meetings never caused.
But this woman was different.
"Oh? 'Haruka nee-san'? When did you start calling me that again? I told you there's no need to act mature in front of me."
Haruka gently patted Kagura's hair. Kagura didn't move or resist, she let herself enjoy the touch.
That warm, motherly affection was something Kagura could never refuse.
And anything from Haruka's mouth always made Kagura weak.
"Just call me like usual."
Kagura's face flushed lightly. She looked up with soft eyes.
"Haru-nee…" Her voice stays cool, but her ears turn faintly pink.
It was a sight many here adored, but could never fully handle.
A sharp, cool, goddess-like beauty… blushing like a shy maiden.
Some women squealed at the sight. Some blushed redder than tomatoes.
Cute Kagura was a rare sight, loved by all in the district.
Even though she didn't work here, she was their unofficial "star."
"Good girl." Haruka's voice was even more seductive, maybe she saw a client earlier, maybe later, but her tone was dangerously alluring.
Kagura felt herself get even harder and quickly looked away to calm down.
"What were you going to call me for?" Kagura asked.
"Why so quick to business?" Haruka laughed softly. "We can talk. I have good news. Do you remember what day it is next week?"
Kagura checked today's date in her mind and then it hit her.
Her expression brightened instantly.
"Haru-nee's birthday."
"So you remembered." Haruka's warm smile was breathtaking.
"Of course. I'd never forget. Don't worry, I planned something a few days ago. I was thinking of booking a 5-star restaurant. It's great for business meetings."
Haruka chuckled and placed her hand on Kagura's cheek. The touch was soft, gentle, and overwhelming.
"On my birthday, come to the dorm. We'll celebrate like usual. I prefer it that way."
Saying this, Haruka grabbed both women by the ear, dragging them back to work. The others followed, all waving goodbye to Kagura.
Kagura stood there for a few seconds, in a daze, still feeling the warmth on her cheek.
The street noise slowly faded back into her awareness, distant heels clicking, muffled laughter, the soft hum of neon signs flickering awake. She blinked once, steadying her breathing, and adjusted her grip on the box.