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“…And don’t forget to double-check the customer’s payments if the seal’s broken. They’ll have the receipt with them, so you just need to make sure the money they present matches that and makes its way to the donation box. Only after that happens are they allowed to touch you or make any requests.”
Reimu groaned, tugging her skirt back on. “Yes, ma’am.”
The woman left, closing the door behind her. Reimu hadn’t even had her first customer and already she felt violated.
She wasn’t quite sure what an ‘STD’ was, though she suspected it involved sex and infections.
Not that it mattered once they learned of her virginity. As embarrassing as she found the admission, she looked forward to that fat, doubled paycheck they’d send her.
She collapsed onto the bed behind her, sprawling her arms wide out. This was it. Someone would come through the door, drop an envelope in the box, and fuck her. That queasy feeling settled in back her gut even as heat and energy roared through her veins.
She rolled onto her front, wondering what sort of guy would come through first. Images floated through her head of hot, charming men who’d want to marry her before they finished. Even though she knew such men would no doubt already have real partners.
The woman had informed her of a small chest by the bed during that ‘inspection,’ which contained an assortment of items she may want. Reimu leaned over the right side, finding it and pulling the lid open. A T-shaped bar ran through it, dividing into three uneven segments.
In the smallest, she found a pile of thin squares with circular indentations. ‘Condoms,’ the woman called them. Used to prevent pregnancy and those STDs.
In the middle-sized one, she found a pile of pink and purple toys, ranging from small egg-like things attached to thin wires, all the way to giant, veiny cocks.
Blushing, she turned to the final compartment, finding a haphazard pile of fabric, steel, and leather. Rummaging through it, she found handcuffs, glasses, night masks, and odd objects affixed to straps.
Reimu jumped, whirling around to find her first customer…
Was a woman with short but fluffy purple hair and a giant rack, wearing a dark brown trench coat and wide-brimmed hat.
Reimu blinked, taking a step back as the voice and image sunk in. A proud, imperious voice barely contaminated by the hesitance her words suggested. The woman shrugged the coat off and pulled her hat off, setting both on a pair of hooks by the door. She revealed a tall, statuesque build under a red sleeveless dress and a short skirt, red sash, and elaborate, black floral pattern. A dress barely holding over her abundant, perky bust.
Despite the difference in costume, Reimu had no trouble identifying her.
Kanako’s eyes slid across Reimu’s body like one of the snakes she ruled. “Oh-ho-ho. You’re perfect.”
Reimu scooted back.
Their eyes locked for split-second, before Reimu’s slid up and Kanako’s down. Kanako Yasaka, co-goddess of the Moriya Shrine, stood in her room, a sealed envelope hanging from her right hand.
And just like that, her disguise had been shattered. Kanako was here for Reimu. Was here to fuck Reimu.
Kanako stepped forward, slipping the envelope through the donation box bars. She took another step forward and dropped her hands into the bed, flanking Reimu’s lap. She leaned close, her eyes glimmering. “So, what on earth would bring the Hakurei shrine maiden to a cozy brothel like this?”
“You know what? It doesn’t really matter. I’m just thrilled to see you.” She pulled back, standing up. She turned her head away, rubbing her arm. “Say, I hear I’m your first customer.”
She was Reimu’s first customer. Kanako.
The joint did apparently get lesbians, but to get one as her first and possibly only client?
Reimu frowned. Kanako glanced down.
“Yes. Well, have you…” The goddess of the Moriya shrine bit her lip, looking away.
Kanako twiddled her thumbs.
Reimu sagged, dumbfounded at the sight before her. What on earth would have Kanako, even in one moment, so…
“Care to make it a night you’ll never forget?”
Reimu shivered. “Trust me, I won’t forget it.”
She pouted. Pouted. Then regained a bit of a smirk. “I know some toys that would blow your mind. Care to try?”
And now she wanted to bring toys into this?
Reimu shook her head, returning a faltering, cocky grin of her own. “We won’t need them.”
“Oh?” Kanako raised a brow. “Well, you should know I can be a rather difficult customer. I won’t be upset if you have to get… harsh.”
“Oh, yes. Don’t hold back for me.”
Reimu inhaled. She understood. Kanako wanted to get straight into it.
She crossed her arms across her torso and yanked her red vest up. It climbed up her torso, revealing a slender stomach and a pair of excellent breasts, yet hidden behind expert wrappings.
And then it caught as her arms leveled out before her face. She paused, having never tried to remove her shirt this way before. She tried angling to the left.
“Do you… want s-”
“I’ve got this!” Reimu growled, pulling one arm through the hole, followed by the other. Tense and sour, she hauled it over her head and flung it to the floor beside her bed.
Face heating up, she shot a bashful look Kanako’s way. “You want to see the rest, don’t you?” She placed her hands behind her back, fingering the spot for her wrappings.
Kanako leaned against the wall, folding her arms under her huge, perky tits. Which, of course, just pushed them out further. “Well, if you’re offering…”
Reimu’s brow twitched, realizing just how much smaller she was in comparison. And yet, as images of Kanako’s breasts, freed from that dress, rose to her mind, she felt very tingly sensations rise from a space between her legs.
Reimu worked the knot for only a moment before it came loose. She pulled it out, looping around her bust and trading the thread from hand to hand. Each pass loosened it all just a little more. Each pass exposed just a little more of her soft, supple flesh.
With a bit of a flourish, she dropped the remaining wrappings from her chest, gathering them up and tossing them to her discarded vest.
She took a breath and planted her hands behind her back, pushing out her bare, modest breasts. Though Reimu couldn’t speak to their size, she knew their shape and texture to be second-to-none.
Well, she desperately wanted that to be true.
She slid her eyelids halfway down, giving Kanako her best bedroom eyes. “Care to touch?”
Kanako grinned and stepped forward, planting a hand by Reimu’s right thigh as she leaned down. She slid her fingers up Reimu’s left breast, closing around to give it a short, soft squeeze.
“Not bad, not bad.”
A frown flickered across Reimu’s face for but a moment. She plastered a firm smile across her face instead. She gripped the wrist over her breast, holding it close and staring Kanako dead in the eyes. She leaned down, falling into the bed and dragging Kanako to her knees as she did so. She grabbed Kanako’s supporting hand and moved it to her right breast.
Kanako, hesitating, accepted the invitation and grabbed down. She rolled Reimu’s breasts around only once before she fixed a firm stare to Reimu’s eyes.
“You seem worried. Why don’t we take this slow?”
Reimu frowned back.
First, she wanted to hurry, now this? Does she think I can’t handle it?
Reimu tightened her grip, gathering her spiritual power.
Kanako’s head tilted, expressing only the slightest confusion before Reimu grabbed the goddess’s shoulders and lurched to the side. Reimu pulled herself up and rolled over her, flipping her and now pressing her to the bed. Straddling her, Reimu stared deep into her eyes. She leaned down, breathing into Kanako’s ear.
“Just sit back and let me give you the best night you’ve ever had.”
Kanako laid her head back, sighing. She then fixed Reimu with a soft, gentle gaze as she ran a hand through the shrine maiden’s hair. “I know. You don’t have to prove yo-mph?”
Reimu dropped her head down and pressed her lips to Kanako’s. She held it there for a moment, breathing hard and blushing at just how much Kanako’s baffled eyes filled her own.
Then she brought her tongue to bear, pressing it between the goddess’s lips.
Kanako let her in, but Reimu halted as soon as it happened. Her tongue lagged until Kanako’s rose to greet it, touching tips.
Kanako pushed up, sliding her tongue over Reimu’s and into the maiden’s mouth. Reimu pinned it to the roofs of their mouths and pushed it back, sliding around and over it as she plunged in as far as she could.
Kanako relented, letting the intruder sweep from side to side.
Until she pressed her hands to Reimu’s cheeks and pushed her away, breaking the kiss. A strand of drool trailed between them, breaking over Kanako’s heaving bust.
“Give… give me a moment.”
Reimu pulled back, lifting her arms to let Kanako roll out from under her. Kanako leaned over the bed’s edge to the chest at its right. Throwing it open, she pulled out a long coil of rope and dumped it before her. Still breathing heavy, she sat up at stared, eyes pleading.
“Punish me, Reimu.”
Reimu glared down at the rope.
She’s a masochist?
Reimu had heard stories of these sorts, even fantasized about this situation once or twice. She’d have lied if she said she couldn’t understand their interests. She knew what to do.
The first step was to…
Reimu blinked, scowling down into the taut folds of Kanako’s shirt, stretched across her abundant bust. She pulled herself up, off the bed.
“You’ve… displeased me, Kanako.” Reimu took a breath, the thrill of exercising this power barely overriding her jitters. “Strip.”
Her eyes twinkled at the mention of her name, as if to say, ‘what gave it away?’
“At once, my goddess.” Kanako hadn’t spoken the word so much as breathed it.
It sent a downright honeyed tingle up Reimu’s spine.
Reimu took a step back, folding her arms under her naked breasts.
Kanako sat up, peeling her sash off.
She crossed her arms before her, reaching under her dress and bunching the skirt up to her waist. The move that Reimu had tried and failed before. Kanako give her dress a simple tug, bringing up, over her head, and back down, all in one smooth maneuver.
Pulling her arms out, she tossed it to Reimu’s own discarded shirt.
Beneath it, Reimu found a shiny, violet bra in some outsider style. Half-transparent and smothered in lace. It left little to the imagination, showcasing that Kanako’s giant tits were at least as firm and shapely as her own.
But that bust vanished from Reimu’s mind as her eyes traveled south. Kanako had a firm, toned midriff, with just the right amount of fat smoothing her abdominals, gracing her hips, and rounding out her form. If her bust size defeated Reimu’s, the goddess’s overall shape had massacred her.
Further south, Reimu found a matching pair of similarly sheer, lacy panties. And thighs that looked like they could kill.
Reimu’s fingers moved to her own skirt, fidgeting with the hem. She’d have to take it off, certainly. But up against such a divine body, how could she compete? Was there even a point, anymore?
A proud twinkle had snuck into Kanako’s eyes.
Reimu’s brow hardened.
Reimu glared back. “Did I say you could stop?”
Kanako shook her head. “No, ma’am.” Reaching around her back, she snapped the bra loose.
Swinging her shoulders, Kanako flexed her arms and slid the bra down them. With a flick, she had them hanging from one finger, then thrown to the side. Swollen brown nipples sat atop wide, raised areolae.
Kanako smiled. Reimu tapped her feet. Kanako stood and leaned down, her pendulous tits swaying as she did so.
Reimu’s hands returned to cross underneath her own naked, humbled bust, pushing it out the little that she could.
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband, Kanako dragged her panties down her legs and clean off. She stood back up, hanging the panties off her left hand as she revealed her clean-shaven crotch and the glistening slit therein.
Her eyes narrowed, her tongue sliding across her lips. “What now, Reimu?”
Reimu tapped her foot another couple times, frowning. Then a smile brightened her face.
“Give me the rope, then turn around.”
Kanako blushed. After baring herself entirely to a stranger, now she got embarrassed. Panties still hanging from one thumb, she grabbed the pile and extended her hands.
Kanako dropped the rope between them. Then, true to her word, she turned her back to Reimu.
Her taut, firm back.
She would never admit to it, but this was something Reimu knew something of. She worked the rope, unwinding it and finding herself baffled by its length.
This would be far easier than her own sessions.
“Cross your hands behind your back.”
Once more, Kanako obeyed, shoulder muscles flexing as she did so.
Reimu found the midpoint and folded it to form a small half-loop, then dragged the rope from Kanako’s left shoulder, around her back, to her right, then her front.
“Bind me tight, Reimu.”
Slowly, patiently, she pulled it through the half-loop, hooking it around and circling Kanako twice more in the opposite direction. Pulling it around the front, she looped it twice around the center and pulled it down, between Kanako’s heavy breasts.
“Are they too big?”
Reimu’s hands tightened around the rope. “Yes. They must, uh, be punished.”
“What about their size offends you, Reimu?” Something about her voice bothered Reimu. She was fishing for something. What, Reimu had no idea.
Leaving some slack, Reimu pulled the rope around, under the breast, to the back where, once more, she dragged it around each arm, then back to the front where she looped it around itself just under the breasts. She pulled it tight, feeling Kanako’s bust push back.
Kanako squirmed a little. “Ooh, so tight, Reimu. I must’ve been a bad servant.”
Reimu frowned, thinking. “You’re, uh, only allowed to call me ‘goddess’ tonight.” That was a thing they did, right?
“Of course, my goddess.”
Passing it around one more time, she slipped it under Kanako’s left armpit where she looped it around both strands, pulling them tight as she lashed them together.
“Say goodbye to your hands, Kanako.”
“I’m only your…” Kanako paused, “your worshipper.”
Pulling Kanako’s right wrist close, she lashed that to the left elbow and, looping the rope a few times around the arms, lashed the left wrist to the right elbow, then lashed the ropes under the right armpit.
She tied the ropes off there.
Kanako flexed her arms, muscles straining against the rope. Her torso swung, her fingers flexed, but her arms failed to budge.
“What do you have next for me, my goddess?”
Reimu frowned, her eyes sinking to the panties still dangling behind Kanako’s back. She yanked them away and, stretching them out, she raised them above Kanako’s head. Spreading the shiny, sheer fabric as tight as she could, she brought them down, pulling them over Kanako’s fluffy hair.
Kanako sighed. “Aw, was that it?”
Reimu grunted. “It’s enough.”
They’repanties. What did she expect me to do?
Reimu took a step back as Kanako fidgeted, shifting her back and testing the ropes. The goddess’s fingers flexed as the arms strained.
Satisfied, Reimu set her hands on Kanako’s hips and dragged her a short distance back. Then she loosened a lace in the back of her own skirt and wiggled out.
Kanako froze at the sound of Reimu’s skirt hitting the floor.
Reimu usually favored traditional dress, preferring wrapped sarashi and bloomers when she wore any underwear at all, but even she knew she needed something a little different when she wanted to be sexy.
So as Reimu circled around and plopped her ass on the bed, spreading her legs to either side of Kanako’s rope-bound body, she revealed a pair of simple, white panties.
Kanako’s ropes dug into her breasts, forcing them out and further emphasizing their pendulous weight.
Reimu frowned down upon Kanako’s panty-clad head as she tapped the thin fabric hiding her pussy. “Take them off for me.”
Kanako glanced to the panties, then to Reimu’s eyes. Then down to the panties. With a twitchy smile flickering on and off her face, Kanako closed her eyes and, kneeling before her, leaned forward. Hands clenched by her sides, she pressed her lips to Reimu’s panties. Then, gently, her teeth.
Pinching the fabric between them, she pulled them back. Slowly, Kanako shuffled backward and Reimu slid her legs together, allowing the goddess to pull them further and further down her legs.
Until, as Kanako leaned toward the floor, they slid around and off Reimu’s smooth red shoes. Satisfied, Reimu parted her legs once more as Kanako shuffled forward. Bare knees thumping across the wood, Kanako stopped just before she reached Reimu’s now bare pussy. Looking up, she gave a triumphant smile, still holding Reimu’s underwear between her teeth.
Reimu grabbed hold of them and removed them from Kanako’s pliant mouth, setting them on the bed to her side.
Both Kanako and Reimu then looked down, between Reimu’s legs. A scraggly mess of short brown hairs crowded near her mound. Even Kanako’s pussy had her beat.
Still, swallowing and determined to make a strong showing for herself, Reimu cleared her throat and, looking up to minimize her shame, she slipped her fingers across her lower lips and spread them.
“I,” swallowing, she continued, “think you know what to do next.”
Kanako nodded and leaned in, mute. She began by puckering and elicited a hiss from Reimu by placing a soft, reverent kiss on her mound.
Her tongue swiped once, gentle and slow, up the edge of Reimu’s slit.
Reimu shuddered. Kanako’s head bobbed between her thighs as she alternated between kissing and licking the maiden’s pussy.
Reimu’s breath grew short and ragged in moments, but Kanako’s relentless, teasing attention continued. Frustrated, Reimu clamped her thighs together, pressing into Kanako’s head.
Reimu’s left hand plunged to the bed behind her for support, while the right slipped under the panties on Kanako’s head to wander through her fluffy locks. Hand shaking, she pressed down, pushing Kanako’s head in.
“H-Hurr…” Reimu took a breath, “hurry up!”
Kanako took a breath, warm air rushing from her nostrils to Reimu’s mound. Then she plunged her tongue inside.
Kanako pressed down through her canal, wet muscle scraping through moistening walls. The goddess paused, her tongue stuffed deep inside Reimu. Reimu took a long, shuddering breath.
Which transformed into a scream as Kanako pulled out.
Reimu inhaled once more. “A-an accepta-acceptable job. But I neED MORE!”
Kanako plunged back in, the pleasure it caused almost driving Reimu’s tongue through her own teeth. Her gut pounded as Kanako twisted her tongue through the folds, licking the walls and sucking her juices.
Reimu’s skin grew slick as her chest heaved out, shivers rolling down her spine. She sucked in a few breaths and stared at the plaster ceiling. Her shaking eased very slightly. “Good,” she breathed, “good. Your… your tongue. It, pleases me. Taste… my divine, my divine pussy.”
Kanako’s nose rubbed Reimu’s crotch as the goddess pulled back once more, leaving only the tip of her tongue inside.
“Excuse… me? Did I say yoOUGH.”
Reimu threw her head back as Kanako forced herself deeper in a swift thrust followed by hard retraction. She shoved her way back in, pumping her tongue in and out, paying special attention to the roof of Reimu’s canal.
Reimu peeled her right hand from the panties and dragged it back by her left, fumbling for purchase before planting it down and leaning back.
Reimu jerked and twisted, quaking to the masterwork of Kanako’s tongue. Panting, groaning, and fighting back a great moan, she swallowed.
“Ke… keep it goING! I-”
Reimu’s entire body locked for an eternal second as Kanako hit a sweet spot. It felt for this moment that she hung from a great precipice.
Then she fell. The pleasure, the release, hit her body like a thunder clap. A lightning bolt that tore through every nerve and ripped the hungriest moan she’d ever heard from her own lips. Warm, wet, sticky fluid poured from her pussy and down Kanako’s throat as the waves of ecstasy rolled through her quaking body.
Finally, Reimu collapsed into the bed, chest heaving.
For a short moment, the world was dango and mochi.