Shoko

You and your friends stumbled out of the bar, the beer-soaked laughter echoing through the quiet night. The cool evening air did little to sober you up as you made your way down the dimly lit street, swaying and bumping into each other.

As you approached the bus stop, your friend Ryo nudged him and pointed ahead. "Check out that chick over there, man. She's got a body that won't quit!"

The other guys whistled and hooted in agreement. From behind, they could see the woman had an hourglass figure, her ample curves straining against the fabric of her tight dress. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, swaying gently as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

Emboldened by the alcohol coursing through his veins, Ryo pushed you forward. "Go on, dude. Work your magic on her!"

You stumbled a bit but regained balance, smoothed back your hair and sauntered up to the woman. Your friends snickering behind you. "Hey there, beautiful. What's a fine thing like you doing out here all alone?"

The woman tensed at the sound of their voices. Slowly, she turned around.

You jaw dropped at the sight, and your friends all fell silent - the girl had a round, doughy face with small, deep-set eyes that were magnified by thick glasses. Her nose was broad and flat, lips overly plump. Heavy, unkempt eyebrows knitted together as she frowned at you.

"Can I help you?" she asked in a nasally voice, crossing her arms over her massive chest.

Your friends burst out laughing. "Never mind, man!" Ryo yelled out. "She's got a face like a bulldog. Let's get out of here!"

Still guffawing, the group of men staggered away, leaving you alone with the witch you just disturbed. The girl sighed heavily, her enormous breasts heaving. "It's okay, I'm used to it," she said dejectedly. "I'm Shoko, by the way."

You made a brief self-introduction awkwardly, rubbing the back of you neck. You couldn't help but stare at her voluptuous figure, the way her dress clung to every roll and curve. Her face was unfortunate, but her body was absolutely mesmerizing.

"Just my luck," Shoko thought bitterly to herself. "The only guy who doesn't run away immediately, and he's drunk off his ass." But still, a small part of her hoped that maybe, just maybe, he would be different. That he could see past her cursed face to the lonely, yearning woman underneath.

She glanced up at you from under her lashes, chewing on her plump bottom lip. "So...do you maybe want to sit and talk for a bit while we wait for the bus?" She asked hesitantly, couldn't help but marvel at the heat radiating off your body, the musky, masculine scent of you.

Her needy body ached to be touched, to be wanted, even if it was only for one night. Even if you would surely leave her in the morning, just like all the others...