Meeting Kira

The morning in Silverton was unbearably hot—the sun blazed mercilessly, the asphalt so scorching it seemed ready to melt, and the air shimmered with heat. Even the shade of the trees offered no relief, and Anna and Tim, walking along the sidewalk toward downtown, felt sweat trickling down their backs. Anna fanned herself with her hand, her mood souring with every step—she was still sulking about this “Japanese schoolgirl” Kira that Tim had mentioned, casting him irritated glances.

Anna wore a light white dress with thin straps that barely concealed her curves, hugging her chest and ending just above her knees. The fabric was slightly sheer, catching the sunlight and highlighting her tanned legs. Simple low-heeled sandals adorned her feet, and her hair was pulled into a messy bun, with a couple of strands framing her face.

Tim, in a gray t-shirt and shorts, tried to stay upbeat, but inside, doubts gnawed at him. I hope Kira doesn’t say anything to make this worse, he thought, sensing Anna’s tension. He knew she was jealous and hoped Kira’s bubbly personality would lighten the mood.

A couple of blocks from downtown, Tim’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen, and smiled. “It’s Kira,” he said, answering the call. Anna immediately tensed, her eyes narrowing, but she stayed silent, listening.

“Hey, Kira,” Tim said, his voice warm. “We’re almost there. Where should we meet you?”

Kira’s voice on the other end was bright and enthusiastic, with a slight accent that made her speech even livelier. “Tim! Listen, I was thinking—it’s so hot outside, it’s like hell! Let’s meet at a sex shop on the corner of Lane Street? They’ve got air conditioning, for one, and if Anna needs pretty lingerie for her streams, that’s the place to look! The best sets are in shops like that, trust me! I’m already inside, waiting for you!”

Tim nodded, though Kira couldn’t see him. “Sounds good. We’ll be there in five,” he said, ending the call. He turned to Anna, who was eyeing him with even more suspicion. “Kira suggests meeting at a sex shop. Says it’s cool inside, and we can find some great lingerie for your streams.”

Anna scoffed, her brows shooting up. “A sex shop? Seriously? So now you’re taking me to sex shops with your little schoolgirl friend?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but she walked beside him anyway, her sandals clicking on the pavement.

Tim sighed, his hand brushing her elbow. “Anna, come on. You’ll see, she’s cool. And she’s right—a sex shop might have something unique for your streams. Let’s just check it out, okay?”

Anna didn’t respond but quickened her pace, her curiosity battling her irritation. A few minutes later, they stopped in front of a small shop with tinted windows, a discreet sign reading “For Adults” above the door. Tim pushed the door open, and they were immediately hit with a wave of cool air—the air conditioning was on full blast, a welcome relief after the sweltering heat outside.

Anna froze in the doorway, her eyes widening as she took in the shelves lined with lacy lingerie, vibrators, handcuffs, and boxes labeled things like “Edible Lubricant.” Her cheeks flushed despite the cool air. Oh my God, where am I? she thought, her fingers clenching into fists. But curiosity got the better of her, and she stepped inside, her gaze darting around until it landed on a girl by the anal plug section.

The girl was exactly as Tim had described: Kira looked like she’d stepped out of an anime. Her short, pleated navy skirt barely reached mid-thigh, showing off her slender legs in white knee-high socks with little bows at the top. A white short-sleeved blouse hugged her chest, topped with a slightly crooked red bow tie, as if tied in a hurry. Two tight pigtails, secured with pink hair ties, bounced with her movements, and her face was a canvas of bold makeup: dramatic winged eyeliner, long fake lashes, shimmery pink eyeshadow, and glossy strawberry ice cream-colored lips.

Behind the counter stood a young guy, about twenty, lanky, with short blond hair and thin-framed glasses. His cheeks were slightly pink, his name tag reading “Danil.” He was visibly nervous, his eyes darting between Kira and the entrance, and when he noticed Anna and Tim, he paled further. Oh no, more people… They’re going to hear everything… he thought, his hands trembling as he tried to shelve a box.

Anna immediately knew this was the Kira Tim had mentioned. She took a step forward, her eyes narrowing, ready to call out to her, but Tim gently held her back by the arm, shaking his head. “Let’s listen,” he whispered, his lips twitching into a slight smile. Anna frowned but stayed put, crossing her arms, her gaze fixed on Kira, who hadn’t noticed them and was already deep in conversation with the clerk.

Kira held an anal plug with a fluffy fox tail—long, reddish-white, with soft fur that shimmered under the lights. She turned it over in her hands, her pigtails bouncing as she squealed with excitement. “Oh wow, a real fox tail! This is perfect for my kumihō cosplay!”

Danil, hearing her loud voice, nearly dropped a box of lubricants he was shelving. He turned, his face growing even redder, and coughed, trying to compose himself. “Uh… kumihō? Is that… from a game or something?” he asked, his voice trembling with awkwardness.

Kira spun around, her skirt flaring slightly, and planted her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowing. “A game? Seriously? A kumihō is a Korean mythical fox! A nine-tailed one! She seduces people, turns into a girl, you know, that kind of stuff! I’m prepping a cosplay for a con, and I need tails. This one’s awesome, but… I need at least three. The more tails, the cooler the kumihō! Nine is the ultimate goal, but I’ll start with three so I don’t overdo the look.”

Danil froze, his glasses nearly slipping off his nose, his mouth hanging open in shock. He swallowed hard, his fingers nervously tugging at the edge of his apron. “Th-three? Uh… wait, do you understand where this… um… goes?” His voice cracked into a squeak, and he blushed deeper, his ears turning crimson.

Kira blinked, her long lashes fluttering, and stared at him like he was a child who didn’t get the obvious. “Well, yeah, I’m not stupid. It’s an anal plug, right? You stick it in, and the tail hangs out the back. Super cute! But one’s not enough. I need three to look like a real kumihō. The more tails, the more powerful she is!”

Danil nearly choked on air, his eyes widening as he flailed his hands, trying to explain. “No-no-no, you don’t get it! This… this is… you can’t fit three in there! It’s… anatomically impossible! One is already… uh… for the brave, but three… are you trying to hurt yourself?” His voice shook, a mix of panic and professionalism as he tried to reason with her.

Kira frowned, her lips puffing into a pout as she stomped her foot, her socks slipping slightly. “What are you even talking about? Have you never watched anime? Never read a manhwa? A kumihō without tails isn’t a kumihō! The more, the better! I need a wow-factor for my cosplay, got it? Everyone’s gonna be like, ‘Oh, Kira, you’re a real kumihō!’ But with just one tail, I’ll look like… like a boring zoo fox! Ugh!”

Danil swallowed again, his face now almost purple, and he adjusted his glasses, scrambling for words. “I… I’ve watched some anime… a bit of Naruto… but this… this is different! This is… a toy for… uh… adults! It’s not for… wow-factors! It’s for… um… pleasure! And three… three won’t fit, I swear!”

Kira rolled her eyes, her pigtails swinging as she waved the tail in front of his face, nearly brushing his nose with the fluffy tip. “Oh, come on, don’t be such a buzzkill! You just don’t get cosplay culture! This is for art, okay? Fine, if you don’t have three, can I at least get two?”

Anna and Tim stood off to the side by the entrance, listening to this absurd exchange. Anna, who had been ready to march over and confront Kira, now stood with her mouth agape, her eyes darting between Kira and Danil. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing—this girl, with her bold makeup and anime outfit, was seriously arguing with the clerk about how many anal plugs she needed for a cosplay. Tim, standing beside her, tried to hold it together, but with each of Kira’s words, his shoulders shook harder. She’s hopeless… Anna’s gonna kill me, but this is too funny, he thought, biting his lip to keep from laughing.

When Kira started waving the tail in Danil’s face, Tim lost it—a loud, booming laugh erupted from him, echoing through the shop. Anna flinched at his laughter, her eyes widening, but as she looked at Kira, she felt her irritation melting away.

Kira and Danil whipped around, finally noticing them. Kira blinked, her lashes fluttering, and then beamed when she saw Tim. “Tim! You’re here!” she exclaimed, bouncing over to them, her pigtails bobbing and her skirt dangerously flaring. She stopped in front of Anna, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, you must be Anna! Tim’s told me so much about you! You’re so pretty! I’m Kira, nice to meet you!”

Danil, still beet-red, muttered under his breath, “More customers… I’m not surviving this…” and scurried behind the counter, pretending to busy himself with inventory, **** to avoid the conversation.

Anna, still stunned, looked at Kira, her irritation slowly dissolving. The girl in front of her radiated energy—her smile was infectious, her demeanor so genuine and open that it was impossible to resist. Anna realized Tim had been right: Kira’s charm and charisma were undeniable. She smiled, for the first time that morning, and extended her hand. “Hi, Kira. I’m… glad to meet you too,” she said, her voice softening.

Tim, still chuckling, wrapped an arm around Anna’s shoulders. “See? Told you you’d get along,” he said, winking. Kira clapped her hands, her eyes shining. “Oh, this is gonna be so fun! Let’s find you the hottest lingerie, Anna! I think you’d look amazing in something black with lace… or maybe red for that wow factor! And then… maybe we can still find a couple more tails for me?”

Anna laughed, shaking her head. “Let’s start with the lingerie,” she said, her tone lighter as she glanced at Tim, who watched her with a warm smile. For the first time that morning, she felt like everything would be okay.

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