Nah, spend the day with Emiru

"All right, then I will go with Emiru, if she is OK with that." You glance over at her to see her response.

Emiru nods. "I'll be happy to show you around, Ken."

"Tokyo has a lot of places and attractions to see," says Mr. Fukada. "But I'm afraid that a single day won't be enough to experience them all. However, I'm sure you'll be able to visit them some other time."

"Thank you. I would love to visit such places on other weekends." You thank them sincerely.

"We'd be happy to show you," Mrs. Fukada nods. "Unless you want to go with Emiru-chan there alone..."

Sighing, you take that as your cue to stand up and leave the table whilst Emiru pouts at her laughing parents.

After freshening up and helping the Fukadas clear the dishes, you and Emiru soon set off for the train station. Despite protesting that you brought your own money, Mr. Fukada hands you a couple of 1000 yen bills for spending. Mrs. Fukada gives you and Emiru a quick goodbye hug, in which you try to ignore the feeling of her bra-less tits squashing against your chest.

The first part of the walk to the station is silent as you take in the scenery of Tokyo's streets. In a couple of ways, it feels similar to the streets of your own home city but the houses bunch up against one another in a way that reminds you that you're in a foreign land.

You eventually come to what looks to be a main road, and the scenery opens up to resemble more what one would see out of a travel brochure. Convenience stores, restaurants, and various specialised shops line the sides of the roads. Most advertise themselves with signs written in Japanese characters, though occasionally they are written in English as well.

"The scenery here really is different..." You think to yourself. Then again, it might be the fact that there's so few people around; I know it's Sunday, but there's barely any cars on the road, and the only people I've seen so far are couples going on dates...

...

As that thought crosses your mind, you glance over at Emiru, who has been silent for the entire walk. Her face is basically expressionless, but once or twice you thought you saw her eyes follow the few couples you did manage to see...or were you imagining it? You must have been staring, as Emiru eventually notices your look and peers curiously at you.

"Ken? Is...something the matter?" Emiru asks.

"Oh, n-no...It's just..." You quickly rack your brain for an excuse. "I, um, wanted to thank you for coming with me today, Emiru. I hope I am not keeping you from your own hobbies."

Emiru relaxes and lets out a sigh. "It's all right. I...don't do much on my own, so I don't mind spending my day like this."

"Really? Do you not have some friends that you like to spend time with?"

"I do, but they are very...energetic. Spending time with them can make me feel tired, so I don't like to do it the day before school."

"So what do you usually do on a Sunday?"

Emiru bites her lip and looks away embarrassed. "Well...I like to stay in my room...and watch Anime. Or YouTube."

Damn. I can relate.

You eventually make it to the station, where the people density finally starts to increase a bit. People of various ages stream into and out of the stairs leading to the train platform proper, so you make sure to stick by Emiru so as to not get lost.

From the street, after descending the initial flight of steps to get to the platform's entrance, Emiru leads you to the information counter where you see clerks behind transparent plexiglass assisting people by giving out advice on how to use the train system. It's a bit difficult to make out through all the noise, but the snippets you hear seem to indicate they can help with anything from giving directions to helping organise lodgings for travelers.

"Hey Emiru, could you please go buy me a sim card for my phone?" You ask as you get in line for the information counter.

Emiru looks puzzled. "A sim card? I thought I was supposed to help you purchase an IC card...?"

"I know, but I think the process might take a bit, so it might be better if we split up to save time."

Emiru looks at you doubtfully. "Are you sure? Will you be able to speak with them?"

"My Japanese is good enough...probably. I think I will be fine."

Emiru considers it for a bit, but eventually nods. "OK. I will be back shortly, so don't worry if you run into troubles."

You nod, and as she leaves, you hear the next information counter clerk call you up. As you approach, you are greeted politely by a very attractive young woman (was she young? After seeing Mrs. Fukada, you honestly couldn't tell anymore) with a big smile.

"Good morning! How may I help you today?" She asks cheerfully.

"Hello. I would like to buy an IC card for use on public transport." Despite what you said to Emiru, speaking with complete strangers is still feels incredibly daunting. You focus so as to make sure you don't misunderstand what's being said.

"Of course!" She nods. "But out of curiosity, are you a foreigner by any chance? Do you happen to have a passport on you?"

"Hm? O-Oh yes, here..."

You hand the clerk your passport, and she takes it and flicks to your name.

"Ken...Aizawa...?" As she reads your name, you think you see a wave of understanding pass over her face. "Oh, I see! Yes, please wait a bit, Aizawa-san."

As the clerk ducks out of view for a second, you shuffle a bit uncomfortably at her reaction. Something about it feels...off. What was it?

Before long, which the clerk returns. She hands you your passport, as well as your a shiny new IC card with your name proudly emblazoned on it, along with some documentation that you begin to fill out with your details.

"Thanks for waiting, Aizawa-san," She says. "Since you are a foreigner, I have already preloaded some money onto the card for you. You can refill it using any ticket machine around Tokyo. Please remember that this card is not only for transportation; many restaurants and convenience stores also accept it as payment for items."

You thank her graciously as you hand back your finished documents and the money that she put on your IC card, which you slip into your wallet. But, as you're about to turn around and leave, her voice stops you.

"Thank you very much!" She says. "But before you leave, is there anything else I can help you with? Maybe some relief for your Yellow Fever?"

Oh no.

Your head snaps back to look at her in shock, but you weren't prepared for what happens next. The clerk reaches down and lifts the hem of her blue polo shirt exposing her modest bust encased in a white bra.

"I'm still on work, so I can't have sex with you right now," she says apologetically (why was she being apologetic?!) "But if you want to touch my breasts or cum on them, you can."

Uhhh....