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Karin remains silent as she recounts her work experiences. Yuzu presses her knuckles against her thighs and takes a deep breath. Her work stories rapidly escalate from innocence into questionable work ethics, which would see anyone else fired. Karin maintains a neutral expression as she nods along with the increasingly disturbing work environment.
Finally, she stutters into silence and drags her deviant gift from beneath the bed. Her neutral expression is betrayed by her eyebrows arching upward towards her hairline.
"I can always kick a soccer ball through his window," she offers. "Kicking a soccer ball through the window would get his attention and might make the creeper attention stop."
"I enjoy the attention," she murmurs and fidgets uncertainly. "I've never really received much attention from anyone before. I haven't really looked for attention either, though."
Karin wrinkles her nose. "I still say this guy is a creeper; different jobs exist and are available. I would prefer you to work somewhere else."
Kisuke will definitely know her reason for quitting should she just give up now. Karin isn't wrong, though for calling out his behaviors.
Were this anywhere else with anyone else – she would do far more than kick a soccer ball through their window.
"I won't bother arguing with you," she warns. "I know you like the coworkers and actually have a relationship beginning with the cat. You better set some boundaries and ground rules now, though, before it goes any further."
Her threat goes unspoken: otherwise, a soccer ball goes through the window and towards his head. Yuzu gives her what she believes is a reassuring smile and returns her gift to its hiding place.
Her nerves dissolve into hopefulness, a far more delightful feeling which she carries into the next day. It remains through the school day, obvious apparently to even her friends who describe her as being perkier. It even holds during the brief walk she takes from school to the shop. It holds until she arrives and sees Kisuke in his usual spot.
"You're on time; don't look so nervous," he says. "I have you doing something different today. Tessai and the others are in the basement doing some work."
"I opened up the gift." Yuzu rocks back and forth on her heels. "I think some boundaries and ground rules are in order unless you want a soccer ball through the window."
A cocky smile develops underneath his hat. He might see a soccer ball through the window as some victory. Were Karin here, she would probably make some smart comment. Karin might know how to make him blush. Yuzu struggles coming up with something – anything that will wipe away his cocky smile or make him blush. Even her weakest comment makes her embarrassed.
"I might accept this proposal," he murmurs. "Is there a rule against deviant gifts in this proposal?"
Her rocking becomes a nervous squirming. Karin would probably never dream about entering a sex shop or even ordering something online. Her friends still duck their heads and giggle over her using medical terminology when referring to genitals.
Her developing the appropriate confidence to enter a shop or order something likely wouldn't come unless someone drags her along on a misguided attempt to raise said confidence.
"I could use warning next time – our house doesn't have many hiding spots. Ichigo might prevent me from working here should he discover the gifts."
"I can give you something I don't guarantee it will be fancy or remotely pretty, but you'll have a grownup toy box."
"It doesn't have to be something fancy or pretty. I just need somewhere that my family won't be suspicious about. I'm not kidding about warning me next time."
His cocky grin widens. "You look so cute pouting like that. I feel like I'm facing down a vicious kitten. Would the vicious little kitten enjoy another gift?"
Yuzu ceases her squirming and squeezes her thighs together. Her lip isn't even pooching nor have her eyes taken on that doe-like innocence, but he pushes the teasing further. Kisuke steps closer and closer until shes forced to tilt her head back. Her fingers twitch, eager to reach up and touch that scar running over his cheek. But she doesn't get that chance.
Kisuke grips her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Her breath catches in her throat as he leans down, pausing mere inches from her lips. Her heart thumps, wild and panicked as he moves closer and closer.
"I have another present for you," he whispers.
"No one has to know it exists. No one even has to know that we played with it. Tessai and the others are working in the basement, remember?"
Yuzu contemplates twisting away and demanding she just is taken directly to the basement. His grip is light enough that she could get away and ask to go on with work. But nobody will know, and he's watching her with that intense, demanding hunger.
"I can play." Yuzu swallows hard. "I want to play the game."
"I knew you were a good girl."
Kisuke guides her through the shop with ease. It is a confidence which she does her best to mimic despite expecting to turn a corner and find a coworker. Her panic should lull with his ease. But it furthers the nerves as he takes her deeper and deeper into the shop. Kisuke goes past the regular storage and back into a smaller room. It lacks the usual storage room clutter, but she can still spot some opened and seemingly forgotten boxes.
"I like taking extra precautions," he explains while digging through a box. "Tessai rarely comes back here unless asked and no one will hear. Now, before we begin – have you ever touched yourself or used a toy like this?"
Its hot pink with a seashell-shaped head. It splits in the middle with two smaller wings. Its attached to – what she guesses is the cylinder-shaped handle.
"I've never seen or used something like that. What does it do exactly?"
"It is a remote-controlled vibrator, one which the user wears. Could I give you some assistance in this next part?"
Yuzu wraps her arms around her waist with a sudden protectiveness. Today is suddenly the wrong day to wear her kittens nibbling on strawberries panties. Her mouth goes dry as she grips her skirt and pulls it upward.
He smirks as it inches higher and higher. His fingers are gentle as he hooks them beneath the waistband and tugs them down, pausing to admire her trimmed hair. Her panties go further and further down her legs. A coo rumbles from deep within his throat as he runs a finger over that wet patch staining the fabric.
"You might experience some mild discomfort before it turns on," he warns. "It gets better, and I won't switch it on until you ask."
It does settle against her rather uncomfortably.
It feels awkward and bulky pressing up against her and straining against her panties.
"Whoever designed this never had user comfort in mind," she complains. "It certainly doesn't feel very enjoyable, and isn't that the point?"
Kisuke waves a remote control with a smirk.
"Save those complaints. Do I have permission to begin? I was going to ask: permission to turn this on, but the pun was too obvious."
Yuzu nods and leans back against the wall for extra support. He gives the remote control one final wave before turning it on.
Her knees lock together as the buzzing begins, a dull echo which seems to bounce off the walls and boxes. It presses directly against her clitoris and lips. A warmth builds in her stomach and crawls over her back. It slithers up her spine with little pops and snaps. Her lower lip begins quivering and biting down isn't enough to make it stop.
"Is there more?" Yuzu gasps. "It feels intense already…"
"I have it on the lowest setting. Would you like it higher?"
This is its lowest setting? Her lip begins burning as she bites down harder. Desperate and helpless she can only nod as his fingers drag over the remote control. His fingers hover over the arrows, and she could cry with how slow he's being.
Then he smiles. Her thighs quake and it feels so much better like this – caught between her legs and desperate to become freed.
Kisuke turns it off.