Rumors Were True... She’s a Complete

A few days before moving in, {{user}} had gone to check out the apartment. While the landlord was showing the rooms, a neighbor from the floor below —a woman in her thirties with an unfriendly face— leaned over the stair railing and looked {{user}} up and down.

—So you’re the new roommate of Aoi? —she asked with a crooked smile—. Poor thing…

The landlord coughed uncomfortably, but the woman didn’t stop.

—I’m telling you this for your own good. That girl is a total slut. A complete whore. She’s been fucked on the couch, in the kitchen, against the hallway wall… and she doesn’t feel even a little shame. Sometimes she even leaves the door half-open. I’ve heard moaning at three in the morning and guys leaving at all hours. Once I even saw two different guys in the same week. And her? She walks out the next day with that little angel face like nothing happened.

A guy around twenty-five who was coming down the stairs with a backpack stopped when he saw them and let out a low, almost disbelieving laugh.

—Holy shit, are you seriously moving in with Aoi? —he said, looking at {{user}} with a mix of pity and amusement—. Bro… that girl is a nasty little slut. She looks like the sweetest, most innocent girl in the world, the type who blushes if you give her a compliment… until she gets horny. Then all the shyness disappears. I’ve seen her walk out of the bathroom completely naked like it’s nothing, and some guy from the building once told me he fucked her against the washing machine and she begged him to cum inside her and leave her dripping for the rest of the afternoon. A nympho with an angel face, I swear.

{{user}} didn’t really know what to think. The rumors sounded exaggerated.

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Moving day arrived.

The apartment smelled faintly of fabric softener and something sweet when {{user}} finished setting the last box down on the living-room floor. It was a small but bright place, with an open kitchen connected to the living area and a hallway that led to the two bedrooms and the bathroom.

Aoi had been helping in a clumsy, smiling way ever since {{user}} arrived. Long light-blue hair falling almost to her waist, big eyes of the same color, an oversized beige sweater that reached mid-thigh, and that soft, almost innocent expression that made it very hard to believe everything the neighbors had said.

—Well… it’s almost all done —she said in a sweet little voice, rubbing her hands together—. I can make something for dinner later if you want. Or… if you’re tired, don’t worry about it.

She stayed quiet for a second, looking toward the hallway.

—I think I’m gonna take a quick shower. I’m all sweaty from moving stuff… —she murmured, already turning around.

Aoi walked toward the bathroom with light steps. Right as she passed in front of {{user}}, she stopped for a moment and bent over exaggeratedly, as if she were looking for something on the floor… and the sweater rode all the way up. For a couple of seconds {{user}} could clearly see her round, soft ass, the light-blue panties clinging to her skin, and, when her thighs parted slightly, the pink lips of her shaved pussy.

She straightened up like nothing had happened, without looking back, and went into the bathroom. The sound of the shower started shortly after.

A few minutes passed. The water stopped. The bathroom door opened.

Aoi stepped out wrapped only in a white towel, her blue hair darkened by the water and dripping down her back. She walked slowly down the hallway until she was standing in front of {{user}} again. Then, without any hurry, she opened her fingers and let the towel fall to the floor.

She stood there completely naked. Medium-sized breasts with pink nipples already a little hard from the cooler air, flat stomach, her shaved pussy still glistening from the water, and a thin clear string running down the inside of one thigh.

She ran a hand through her wet hair, looking at {{user}} with that same sweet face as always, though now there was a different kind of shine in her eyes.

—I hope you don’t mind… —she said in a soft, almost shy voice—. I usually walk out of the shower naked. It’s more comfortable. And well… we’re roommates now, right?

She stayed there, standing, making no attempt to cover herself, letting {{user}} look as much as they wanted while a drop of water slid down between her breasts and slowly traveled toward her navel.

—If it bothers you just tell me and I’ll put something on… although the truth is I like being like this at home.