Uhhh....

Holy Shit. Just as you thought you had left all that Yellow Fever business behind you with the Fukadas, now this clerk was offering to help you with it too? How does she know? Who else knows that you have this condition?

And more importantly, why does having it make women do things like...this?

As you stand there, mouth gaping, the clerk looks at you concerned.

"Um, Aizawa-san? Are you all right? Do you not like my breasts?"

"Um, n-no...I mean yes! I mean..." You swivel your head around trying to avoid staring at her, but her voice draws your gaze back.

"C'mon, don't be shy! Use them however you want. Here, take a look!" The clerk reaches behind her back, unhooking and taking off her bra, exposing her breasts proper. They look to be about the size of oranges tipped with light pink nipples, and hang off her chest without any sag at all, and-

No, no, no! This isn't the place for that, damn it! You violently shake your head trying to cut down the perverted thoughts invading your mind. All the while, the clerk just stands there, shirt up, tits in full view, her face plastered with a smile that seemed to radiate both cheerfulness and confusion at your nervous reaction. And not a single person had noticed! Other clerks were helping out patrons without so much as acknowledging their half naked co-worker, and the people still in line were waiting patiently, as if the clerk was helping you with something completely normal.

"Um...Erm...Er..." You stammer. It was becoming harder to think clearly. What could you even do here? Sure, it seems like nobody cares, but they're still looking in your direction! You can't just whip it out and nut in public with people watching!

As you struggle to speak to the increasingly confused clerk, another voice belonging to the first and last person you want to see right now cuts through the background noise.

"Thanks for waiting, Ken!" You hear Emiru's cheerful voice call out. Turning your head, you see her approaching you at the information counter...only for her to stop dead in her tracks when she notices the half-naked clerk in front of you.

Shit. Well, at least you weren't caught with your pants literally down this time. A few awkward seconds go by, where neither you nor Emiru say anything.

"Ken...? What's...going on?" Emiru eventually asks.

"Oh, um..." You struggle to calm down and **** out something resembling a sentence. "She...clerk...card...help."

Wordlessly, Emiru approaches you at the counter. A few moments go by, with her glancing at both you and the half-naked clerk a few times. Her face tells you nothing; you can't even begin to guess what she's thinking at this point. And then...

Emiru sighs.

"Ken, if you're feeling the effects of Yellow Fever, you really should have just told me," She finally says. Her voice is surprisingly nonchalant, as if you had simply dropped a plate or something. "I'm sorry for him taking up so much of your time." She says to the clerk, with an apologetic bow.

"Oh no, it's quite all right," The clerk responds. "I didn't know he had a dedicated helper for his fever! I just thought I could help him..."

"I don't feel anything! I don't need help!" You comment indignantly, causing a few of the waiting pedestrians to raise their head briefly to see what the commotion is about.

Emiru looks at you skeptically, even placing her hand on your forehead to check your temperature.

"Hm...You do feel a bit warm..."

"He might just be embarrassed," The clerk chimes in. "Look at him, he's blushing!"

And what the hell makes you two think of this as 'not embarrassing'? You think with a sour look.

Emiru considers the options for a few moments, before sighing in resignation.

"Well, if you're sure..." She finally relents. "I'll go and wait for you at the train entrance for you to finish."

"OK then," The clerk nods her head. "But please don't forget that we're always happy to help! You can come back any time that you're in the area!" She then finishes her spiel with a polite bow, which you notice causes her modest breasts to hang down slightly. They look so good on her; their shape, their size, the size of her nipples...

Oh damn...

"Erm...could I maybe...um...have a photo instead?" You say the words before you can even think about them. The clerk takes a moment to process your request, before she nods enthusiastically.

"Oh, of course! I'd be delighted to!" The clerk strikes a cute pose with both her hands forming peace signs, flashing you a big smile. You struggle to keep your fingers from shaking as you fish your phone out of your pocket, open the camera app, and line up the shot.

I've only seen that pose in Porn before...all she needs to complete it is a cumshot on her face and breasts, and-Damn it! No! Not thinking about this right now!

You finally take the photo, and thank the clerk one last time before turning away to go and rejoin Emiru. As you exit the information center area, you see the clerk lower her shirt out of the corner of your eye as she beckons the next person who needs assistance, as if nothing had happened.

...

Wait, did she ever put her bra back on?