Aya

JUST ONE MORE DICK AND HE'LL CONFESS TO MEGUMU

He'd had a huge crush on Hatate, way back when. Those titties were at fault. They'd jiggle at him whenever she'd crack a smile, laugh at his jokes, invite him for drinks after work, and he'd just go "sure! Wanna walk to Geidontei together?" But really, he should have already understood the unfairness of breasts even back then. Tits are only strong when they can gang up on you! That's why there's two of them, dipshit!

Anyhow, that Kappa case had just hit the news. The one involving the magician. You know the one, front page of every newspaper those days, but first on Bunbunmaru's. Hatate's tatas were almost dragging him off to drunkenness when Megumu politely (in so far as your boss can ever be polite to you) asked him to talk with her a bit. It started off with small talk in the closed-off heat of her office. Then the buttons, her palm on his shoulder, and finally, Megumu gently explained to him that five is greater than two, and that even the absence of five fingers around his pulsing cock, parked right at the edge of the abyss, was already greater than the most blessed pair of breasts.

She edged him for twenty minutes. Aya should have only lasted five. Still very generous of Megumu, really, to still let him go and meet up with Hatate, but the second he was let off, Aya rushed home and tried to recreate every single thing his dick had just been through. The grip, the twist, that subtle motion of the thumb, the fucking mind reading Megumu was pulling off to time every twitch of his cock.

It only took listening to "sorry Aya, busy right now" five times before Aya realised the handjob was going to be a one time thing. At the crucible of fate, the young journalist had to make the decision of his life: returning to the tiranny of titties, or locking the fuck in and putting out such banger fucking articles that Megumu would be BEGGING to brush against the shadow of his dick.

Next morning, Aya showed up with his short black hair properly brushed, black eyes narrowed, white shirt freshly ironed and asked if he could stop being partnered up with Hatate for everything in their job.

...oh yeah, the dick thing from the beginning. Eh, it's, ah, not very important? It's just that, sometimes, you know, Aya really needs to get people to tell him things (for work), and it can be hard to get the words out with just a journalist's wage. Physical offers are...free. And maybe he also enjoys seeing other men's reactions to all the things that drew the cum straight out of his own balls. Scientifically. As a professional.

Touching another man's dick isn't gay!!! Your hand is for touching things!!! That's what it does dumbass!!! Aya's not a fucking faggot!!!

When dealing with humans, Aya can be a bit arrogant and a bit smug, but most noticeable is that peculiar carefreeness of someone who only ever has a single objective in their minds, and because they are constantly working on it, it never quite manages to become an object of worry.