EXTRA: Cassandra's Adventure

Big dick boyfriend and tight pussy girlfriend. White boy and Asian girl.

Blah, blah, blah.

Time to stop focusing on both of them and just one of them: Cassandra.

Cassandra was bent over, choosing between various types of bottled iced tea from the store cooler. Her short black hair barely touched her shoulders, and her toned, slender frame glistened under the fluorescent lights of the convenience store. Cassandra hummed. "This one...or this one...?"

Unabashedly, she was nude at a convenience store. It was quite close to the hot spring, so why not? That was her logic. To her, this was nothing—just another day in her blissfully unaware world.

Except Hiro Okamura, standing a few feet away in his traditional Japanese robes, was watching her. He...he had come here out of coincidence. And when the store's bell rung and he turned and saw Cassandra...his dick twitched and his jaw dropped. He had hoped to see Cassandra here, b-but not like this.

Genius or not, Hiro struggled to process it. 'She’s naked. She’s naked in a convenience store.' The thought sent a jolt through his body and especially his dick. 'T-t-talk to her. You gotta!'

No one else in the store was saying a thing, partially because there was only guy working here and he was stunned. With heavy balls, Hiro walked up to her.

“H-hey,” Hiro stammered, voice cracking. Fuck, she had a boyfriend, he knew that, but...but that didn’t stop Hiro from wanting to be near her, even if it was just for a moment.

Cassandra turned to Hiro, her bright eyes lighting up with recognition. “Oh, hello.” she said cheerfully, as if her nudity were the most natural thing in the world. She held up the bottle of green tea, still bent over, a hand on her knee. “This looks good, right? I can’t read the kanji, though. Do you think it’s sweetened?”

Hiro blinked, trying to focus on her words and not her tits. “Uh, yeah, it’s sweetened,” he managed to say, his voice still shaky. “Do you, uh, need help paying?”

"Oh. Aaron gave me some but..." Cassandra looked over herself. “Ah, I forgot..."

"T-then let me!" Hiro said. "Really, it's no big deal!"

She tilted her head, her expression so innocent, so pure, that Hiro felt his heart skip a beat. She then smiled. “Thank you. You’re a lifesaver, Hiro.”

He nodded mutely and walked beside her to the counter. He couldn't believe it. The cashier, a middle-aged man with a stern face, was infatuated by Cassandra. Hiro noticed the man’s reaction and felt a pang of embarrassment—for himself, for Cassandra, for the entire situation. But Cassandra, oblivious as ever, simply smiled and placed the bottle on the counter.

She was Asian (he was too) so neither got the "crazy tourist" allegations too.

“Arigatou!” Cassandra said brightly, butchering the pronunciation but radiating so much warmth that the cashier couldn’t help but nod mutely, still stuck in shock.

Hiro paid for the drink. He **** a smile as he handed over the yen. He could feel the cashier’s eyes darting between him and Cassandra, and he wondered what the man must be thinking. 'Does he think we’re together? Does he think she’s…'

“Thanks again, Hiro!” Cassandra was already skipping away. Dammit! He chased after her and there were outside. She only stopped two steps past the automatic doors to unscrew the cap of the green tea and took a long sip. Her lips closed around the bottle in a way that made Hiro’s stomach flutter.

He **** a smile, trying to push down the feelings bubbling inside him. “No problem. So, uh, where are you going next?”

“Gym! At the hot spring."

"R-right. I'll, uh, go with you. Heh."

"You work out?"

"A-a little." Not really. He was a brainiac, not a gym freak. "I-is, are other people there or...?"

If it was just the two of them, then...

"Usually just me!"

...heh. Good.

The hot spring establishment was literally right across from them. He understood why Cassandra thought it was okay to skip over naked. It was maybe fifteen feet away.

The walk to the hot spring was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking for Hiro even though really there were only ten or steps to make. Cassandra was completely at ease, hands locked behind her. Hiro, on the other hand, felt like he was walking on a tightrope, every step a battle to keep his eyes forward and his thoughts in check.

When they entered, Cassandra led the way to the VIP gym. She was skipping too. The gym was sleek and modern, with state-of-the-art equipment and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking green mother nature. True to Cassandra’s word, it was empty.