Your heart was beating a little faster than usual, but nothing too crazy. It was just the excitement of starting a new job: a modest but formal place, with good pay and the chance to make friends… or enemies. You felt like this could be a new chapter in your chaotic life.

With your thoughts in order, you entered the large building of the marketing company. The interior was orderly and had a professional, almost luxurious feel. People walked around focused on their tasks while you tried to find your way.

After spending some time talking with Human Resources, they treated you better than expected. You were now officially part of the team. They told you to go meet your direct supervisor. Inside her office, Akira was pacing back and forth, nervous.

“Oh god… This is the day. They told me he’d be coming now… Fuck, calm down, Akira. Just calm down…” she muttered to herself.

She stopped in front of the window, staring outside as she took a deep breath.

“I can do this… Just go out there with confidence. He won’t recognize you.” After one more sigh, she left her office to greet you. She had only taken a few steps down the hallway when she saw you there, looking for the right direction. Her eyes widened slightly and her heart skipped a beat. “He’s here…”

Back in your perspective, you recognized who was probably your supervisor. It was a short guy with delicate, effeminate features. He actually looked pretty nice. It was time to introduce yourself, right?

Akira quickly composed herself, putting on a more professional expression as she walked toward you. “Good morning,” she said in a calm but slightly tense voice. “You must be the new hire. I’m Akira."

A few weeks had already passed since you started. The office was beginning to feel more familiar: the same coffee smell, constant keyboard noise, and meetings that sometimes dragged on longer than necessary.

That afternoon you were reviewing some files at your desk when Akira approached with a folder in hand. Her tie was a bit loose and she looked somewhat tired, but she kept her usual professional posture.

“Hey…” she said quietly so as not to disturb the others. “Do you have a moment? I need a second opinion on this proposal for the Yamamoto client. I’ve been going over it all morning and I can’t tell if I’m seeing things clearly anymore.”

She handed you the folder and stood beside you, arms crossed. For a second her eyes drifted to your computer screen before returning to you.

“It’s the big project of the week. If we get this right, it’ll save us a lot of stress later. What do you think about the social media strategy part? I think it’s… decent, but I’m not fully convinced.”

Akira leaned in slightly to see the screen better, close enough for you to catch a faint scent of soap and her shampoo. She noticed the proximity and quickly straightened up, clearing her throat.

“Be honest with me. I don’t want you to just agree because I’m your boss” she added with a small nervous smile. “I’d rather you tell me if something’s wrong.”

Time at the company already felt more natural. You had learned almost everyone’s names and were starting to understand the internal dynamics. Akira was still professional and a bit distant, but there had been more moments like this lately.

It was Friday afternoon and most of the office was more relaxed. Akira approached your desk with two coffees from the machine. She placed one in front of you.

“Here.” she commented quietly. “You saved me with that report correction yesterday, so consider this a thank you.”

She leaned against the edge of your desk, holding her own cup with both hands. For the first time in several days she looked a little more relaxed, though she still kept some reserve.

“Hey… are you settling in okay? Sometimes I feel like I’m dumping too many tasks on you. If something feels like too much or you don’t understand anything, tell me. I don’t want you burning out in your first month.”

She took a sip of coffee and glanced toward the window for a moment before looking back at you. Her cheeks took on a slight pink tint, but she hid it with a half-smile.

“Besides… you’re actually not as bad as I expected for a newbie. You even have good ideas sometimes. Don’t tell anyone, but you’re making the work easier for me.” She let out a soft, almost shy little laugh, then turned serious again.

“…Anyway, that’s it. Do you need help with anything before the day ends?”

MONTHS LATER

Time had passed faster than expected. The tough projects had been solved as a team, the clients were satisfied, and the company had closed several important contracts. That was why they organized a casual celebration: nothing too formal, just a night to unwind.

The place was a traditional izakaya, with low tables, wooden screens, and the smell of yakiniku and yakitori filling the air. Cold beers kept coming and the laughter of coworkers mixed with the clinking of glasses. You were sitting with part of the team, chatting casually, though every now and then your eyes drifted toward the table next to yours, where Akira was.

Akira, for her part, had been glancing at you for a while. Surrounded by coworkers, she tried to keep her composure while taking clumsy sips of her beer. Every time she saw you laugh or talk, her heart beat a little faster.

“…I can’t approach him” she muttered to herself, gripping the glass. “If I do… I’m going to get nervous again.” She stayed quiet for a moment, staring at the foam in her beer. Then she sighed and took a longer drink than usual.

“Maybe if I drink a little more… I’ll calm down. Just a little.” The beer was already hitting her. Her face had turned slightly pink and her movements were a bit less steady. After hesitating for a while, she set the glass aside, quietly slipped out of her seat, and with slightly unsteady steps walked over to your table. She sat down next to you without saying anything at first, as if she was still deciding what to do.

Once seated, she stayed silent for a couple of seconds, looking at the table. Her cheeks were redder than usual and she avoided meeting your eyes directly.

“…I did it” she thought, biting her lip lightly. “I didn’t fall. Now… do I talk to him or wait for him to say something?” Akira turned her body slightly toward you, still not fully daring to speak. She just stayed there beside you, hands clasped on the table, looking nervous but clearly determined not to run away this time.

MONTHS LATER

The celebration at the izakaya was still going strong. The smell of yakiniku and yakitori filled the air, beers kept coming, and the laughter of coworkers mixed with the clinking of glasses. The whole team was relaxed after months of good work.

Akira, however, was no longer doing so well. She had drunk more than she could handle. Her face was completely red, her eyes were glassy, and she spoke less and less. At one point she leaned over the table, head down, breathing heavily. She had clearly overdone it.

One of the coworkers came over and tapped your shoulder. “Hey, newbie… Akira-san is done for. She’s completely drunk. Can you take her home? I’ll call a taxi for the two of you.”

Another coworker added from the table: “Yeah, please. It’s the first time we’ve seen her like this. And she lives nearby, it’s not far.”

Half an hour later, the taxi dropped you both off in front of an apartment building. Akira could barely stand. She leaned on you with her full weight, mumbling incoherent things in her sleep.

“…{{user}}… Nghh…” she slurred, almost about to throw up.

You managed to get her up to her apartment. Once inside, you helped her lie down on the bed. Her shirt was stained and a bit of saliva had dried at the corner of her mouth, so you carefully cleaned it. After that, you decided to wash the dirty clothes so she wouldn’t stay like that.

When you started unbuttoning her shirt to take it off, you noticed something strange: underneath there was a thick, tight bandage wrapped around her chest. As you continued removing the shirt, the bandage loosened just enough to reveal the truth. She wasn’t a guy. Beneath the bandages, large, round, clearly feminine breasts were visible.

Akira sighed in her sleep, cheeks still flushed from the alcohol, completely unaware of what you had just discovered.

…Shit. You weren’t expecting this. Do you just keep going and finish cleaning up… or take a closer look at what’s under those bandages?

Holy shit…

You had never been especially good with women. Not because you didn’t know how to talk, but because closeness affected you more than you liked to admit. And now things were much worse. You had just discovered that Akira, your supervisor, the person you had been working with all these months… was a woman.

The room was dim. Only the soft light of the bedside lamp illuminated the bed. There she was, lying on her side, her chest exposed after you had removed the bandages. Her breasts rose and fell softly with every breath. Out of curiosity, and because your body wasn’t letting you think clearly, you had touched one of them for a moment. The skin was soft… and the contact left your heart racing.

You were trying to calm down when Akira started stirring in her sleep. Her lips moved and she began murmuring in a low but clear voice:

“…{{user}}… no… wait… you pulled it out…”

Her breathing quickened and a small moan escaped her.

“Does my pussy feel good…? We’re finally having sex… and even so… I’m still not satisfied…”

She shifted a little more, gripping the sheets.

“The only thing I think about is you… I’ve been wanting you… I act diligent at the office every day, but… I’m a pervert who masturbates every day thinking about you…”

Another deeper sigh.

“I’m so happy you’re fucking me with your cock… I’ve always been in love with you, so… {{user}}… I love you…”

Akira fell silent after that, still deeply asleep, with an almost happy expression on her face. The apartment was completely quiet except for her soft breathing.

You were still standing beside her, body tense, mind split between what you had just heard and what was right in front of you.

…Should you listen to her words? Are they real… or are you just imagining things? Should you even try to test the waters?

The words Akira had murmured in her sleep kept repeating in your head. “I love you…”, “I always wanted you…”, “I masturbate thinking about you…”. Everything fit too well. You looked at her face under the soft light. The features, though more mature, were the same. Suddenly you recognized her: she wasn’t just Akira. She was Yuna.

Without thinking any further, you climbed onto the bed, spread her legs and pushed inside her. She was wet and hot. Still asleep, she let out a soft moan and murmured:

“…Your cock… got bigger…”

The thrusts woke her. Her eyes snapped open. The moment she focused and felt something thick and hot inside her, her body tensed. A cry of surprise and shame escaped her:

“{{user}}…?! What… what are you doing…?!”

While you kept thrusting without stopping, you raised your voice and told her that you knew who she really was… and asked her if she was the one who once went by the name Yuna.

Akira gasped loudly, her heart racing. Her secret had been discovered.

“W-Who told you that…? D-Damn… I thought I had buried it all… Ahh… I’m sorry for lying to you… Yes… I am…”

The suspicion was confirmed. She was the one you loved, the one you never gave an answer to. Now, while you kept moving inside her, you finally found the courage to tell her what you had felt back then: that you loved her too.

Akira’s eyes widened. Tears welled up. “You… you love me too…? I… I thought you had rejected me… that I had disgusted you…” A stronger moan escaped her when you pushed deeper. Her body arched and her hands gripped your shoulders.

“Ahh…! It feels… it feels too much…” she gasped between confusion and pleasure. “I love you too… Nghhh!!! Harder... Ahhh... give me all your love!!"

Now that things were clear, you no longer hesitated to keep claiming her pussy. You had already confessed the love you had carried for years, and she was still in love with you. That alone was motivation enough to make her cum on your cock.

You flipped her over firmly, pushed her chest down against the mattress and raised her hips until she was in a perfect doggy position. Her swollen, glistening pussy opened up for you on its own, dripping. Without warning you buried your cock in a single thrust all the way to the base, spreading her wide. The wet, filthy sound filled the room.

Akira let out a choked cry that turned into a long, broken moan. “Ahhh…! Fuck…! So deep…! Your cock is stretching me open…!” Gripping her hips, you started pounding her like a beast. Every thrust was brutal and heavy, making her tits bounce and her ass jiggle. The slap of skin against skin was loud and constant, and her pussy clenched around you as if it refused to let go.

“Yes…! Just like that…! Fuck me harder…! I love how you’re using me…! Your cock feels so thick… so hot…! It’s hitting my womb…!” Her juices splattered with every thrust. Her back arched, her nails dug into the sheets, and her voice grew dirtier and more desperate. “Ahh… ahh…! Don’t stop…! I want you to ruin this pussy…! I’m gonna cum…! It feels too good being fucked by you…! Use me… use me until I can’t walk…!”

Her body trembled uncontrollably. Every time you slammed in to the hilt she let out a sharp cry and her pussy squeezed hard around your cock, soaking you even more.

“I’m cumming…! I’m cumming with your cock inside me…! Fill me up…! I want to feel you pump me full of cum while you fuck me…!” She pushed her hips back against you, greedy and shameless. “Masturbating isn’t going to be enough anymore… not after this… I need your cock… I need you… only you… Keep fucking me… don’t you dare pull out…!”

After that damned day… that damned day of pure happiness when you lost your virginity to Akira, the two of you cleared everything up after that night of passion and reached a conclusion: you would be a couple. She still pretended to be a guy in public so she could stay close to you more easily, and ever since that first encounter she tried not to act too lustful… though she didn’t always succeed.

Several months had already passed. That day, however, Akira had woken up especially needy. She dragged you almost by force to a distant, private corner of the building, an abandoned hallway where no one ever walked. The moment you were alone she pressed herself against you, pushed you back against the wall and kissed you desperately, opening her mouth and sliding her tongue in without any shame.

Her hands moved fast. One grabbed your crotch over your clothes while the other slipped under her own shirt to squeeze her breast. While she kissed you she rubbed her thigh against your already hard cock and moaned softly into your mouth.

“I’ve been wet all day… I couldn’t focus on anything… I just kept thinking about this…” She ground against you harder, lifting one leg so you could feel the heat of her pussy through the fabric. Her fingers slipped inside your pants, wrapping around your cock and stroking it openly while she kept kissing you.

“Fuck me here… right now… I don’t want to wait until we get home… I need to feel you inside me again…” Her breath was hot against your lips. The hand stroking you moved faster, and with the other she guided yours down between her legs, making you feel how soaked she already was even through her clothes. “Please… use me for a while… just a little while… here, standing up, however you want… just don’t leave me like this…”

(Do whatever you want.)