Maki Harukawa

After searching through the streets and the various women who walked the for a few minutes, Shuichi eventually managed to find one who caught his eyes. She had red eyes, light skin, and long brown hair tied back into two twin ponytails that were so long they almost reached the ground behind her. She was wearing something akin to a schoolgirl uniform, but it had clearly been modified so much that Shuichi doubted it would be accepted under any dress code. The hem of her red shirt rode so high that her entire stomach was exposed, the sleeves were incredibly short, and the top buttons were undone to show of the girl’s modest breasts that were sitting just underneath her black collar. Her black skirt was also far too small to be accepted in any school either, as it was so short that Shuichi could see the bottom of her thin white thong even from his car. Beyond that, she was wearing tight red stockings that fit her thin legs quite nicely, and a pair of black high heels that seemed to quite popular in this part of town. Under her right arm, she was carrying a plain but practical black leather bag.

“Wow, she’s pretty!” Shuichi blushed as he stared at the gorgeous woman, who was currently standing outside a pink hotel examining her red-painted nails. “C-calm down, Shuichi. Just drive over to her and say ‘hello’.”

“H-hey there, miss,” Shuichi greeted as he stopped in front of the woman. “I was wondering if you had any plans for tonight. B-because, if you don’t, I could… buy that spare time off you, if you want.”

The woman’s eyes moved like bullets to meet Shuichi’s gaze, her glare so powerful that the boy felt like she could snap his body in two with her will alone. As they stared at each other, Shuichi tried to say something, anything, but the woman had such an air of hostility that all he could do was gape with his mouth open. After what felt like an eternity, but was really only a second, she finally replied.

“Do you want to die?” she asked, her voice dripping with poison.

“Uh, er, that’s not, I mean, uh,” Shuichi stammered incoherently, trying desperately to think of something that prevent his immense demise.

“Augh… sorry, that was just a **** of habit.” The girl’s body suddenly relaxed as she let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, I’m free tonight. My price is 2000 yen for two hours plus money to pay for the hotel room.”

“Really? That’s a little cheap, even with the hotel room,” Shuichi thought to himself as he reached for his wallet.

“Don’t worry, I’ll count it.” The brunette escort snatched the wallet from Shuichi’s hand and quickly looked through it, counting up the exact amount she needed before handing the pouch back. “Alright, I’ll meet you inside.”

With that, the ‘schoolgirl’ turned around and went into the pink hotel, her ponytails waving in the wind as she walked.

As Shuichi pulled into a parking space, a large part of his mind was telling him to get back on the road and leave now before he had to face that terrifying woman again. In fact, that part of him was bigger than the part of him that wanted to have sex with the beautiful girl, but neither parts were quite as large as the part that was frightened to even imagine what she might do if he upset her by ditching her. So, he steeled his nerves as best as he could, and walked into the hotel where his escort was waiting for him.

“There you are,” she said when she spotted him, not even bothering with a ‘hello’. “Our room is on the second floor. Follow me.”

Shuichi did as he was ordered and followed the girl to a simple hotel room, with only a few furnishings and a queen-sized bed with white sheets and white pillows. It was there that the escort sat herself, looking expectantly at Shuichi as he stood nervously in front of her.

“Well?” the woman asked. “Aren’t you going to get started?”

“Well, I would, but… I’d like to at least know what to call you first,” Shuichi replied as he removed his coat and belt.

“You can call me Reol,” she replied curtly, still not removing any of her own clothes.

“… just Reol?” Shuichi asked, surprised.

“Is there something wrong with that?” Reol asked, her threatening glare returning to her face.

“No, no, it’s just… all the other girls I’ve hired around here also had Ultimate Titles,” Shuichi hastily explained. “I was just wondering if you had one too.”

“Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I’m just a normal escort,” Reol explained as Shuichi removed the last of his clothes. “My rules are simple, though. You can do whatever you want to my body while you’re here, so long as it doesn’t involve blood, ****, or ****. You can be as rough as you want, use whatever hole you want, and call me whatever name you want. Or you could just stare, I guess. I don’t care either way.”

“S-seriously? That’s it?” Shuichi couldn’t help but wince at Reol’s words. “But, I, uh…. Don’t have much experience taking the lead in the bedroom. I’m honestly not sure where to start.”

“That’s not really my problem, now is it?” Reol replied coldly. “Remember, you have two hours and not a second longer.”

Shuichi swallowed and slowly approached the woman, sitting down on the bed next to her and gathering up as much of his confidence as he could. Eventually, he scooted closer to her and let his thigh touch hers, allowing him to feel the smooth fabric of her skirt against his naked skin. The fact that he wasn’t instantly set on fire reassured Shuichi a little bit, relaxing him enough that he could turn and face her again.

Reol was still a stunning woman, despite her cold demeanor, and Shuichi almost found himself getting lost in her features. Her body was as fit as an athlete’s but her fair skin looked like it was still soft to the touch, and her face was so cute and youthful when it wasn’t glaring that she really did look like she just came from high school.

Eventually, Shuichi had to know what that body felt like for himself and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled Reol into a deep hug, allowing him to feel her soft breasts against his chest and the smooth skin of her face against his neck. Her hair smelled like sweet cinnamon and the feeling of her breathing against him was hypnotic.

He held her there for a few moments, simply enjoying the sensation, before pushing her away just far enough for him to deliver a kiss. Her lips were small and without makeup, but they felt amazing against Shuichi’s nonetheless. Still holding her tightly in his arms, Shuichi’s tongue poked its way out of his mouth and pressed against the Reol’s, which reluctantly opened to let him though. Once inside, Shuichi’s tongue entwined itself with hers, caressing it slowly and gently. When it didn’t seem to respond to his advances, Shuichi explored the rest of her mouth instead, learning the taste of her delicious saliva as his tongue made her cheeks bulge. After memorizing the warmth and texture of Reol’s mouth, Shuichi finally broke the kiss and pushed her away, though a shining trail of spit still connected the two until for several moments.

“You, uh… didn’t kiss back.” Shuichi awkwardly wiped the saliva from his mouth as he spoke.

“Of course I didn’t,” Reol shot back. “I’m your whore, not your girlfriend.”

Shuichi winced at that word. “You… really shouldn’t call yourself that so casually.”

“Why not? It’s the truth, isn’t it?” Reol asked, her body still pressed up against the office boy’s. “And besides, what do you care anyways? Just… do your thing and finish up already.”

Shuichi sighed but decided that it would be pointless to fight her. Instead, he pushed her onto her back and continued to make out with her, hands now rubbing across her upper body as his tongue reentered her mouth. Her breasts squished softly in his hands as he groped and kneaded them, trying his very best to make her feel good. But the escort didn’t moan, blush, or tremble under his touch, and instead just laid there like Shuichi wasn’t even touching her.

Deciding to see if taking things further helped, Shuichi reached down underneath Reol’s skirt and placed his hand between her legs. He slowly moved it up and down the inside of her soft thighs, inching towards her white thong before reaching the waistband and pulling them down. The escort still had not reacted to anything Shuichi had done by now, but he was confident that a more direct **** on her pleasure centers would start to get her engines roaring.

Placing his hand onto her bare, bald pussy, Shuichi began to play with her clit while another teased her opening. He was planning on doing this for a while but, to his disappointment, she wasn’t even the least bit wet. That meant, unless he wanted his fingers or cock to chafe, he was either going to have use lube, which he didn’t think to bring, or eat her out, which he had absolutely no experience in whatsoever.

“Oh, I’ve got lube in my bag if you want it,” Reol suddenly said, coming to Shuichi’s rescue as she felt her dry labia being played with. “Although, again, how rough you want to be is up to you.”

“Thanks, but I prefer sex to be a bit more… comfortable.” Shuichi laughed nervously as he picked up the black bag and zipped it open. Inside, he indeed found a bottle of lube waiting for him, as well as quite a few things he didn’t expect along with it. “Wait… what are all these mechanical parts? And are these arrows?”

“Huh?” For the first time the entire evening, Reol looked surprised as she glanced over at the open bag. “Oh… dammit, I must have left home with the wrong bag.”

“Uh, Reol, what is all this?” Shuichi asked curiously as he looked through what seemed like dozens of sperate metal parts. “Do you… have an entire dissembled crossbow in here for some reason?”

“Well, Shuichi… I suppose I should finally come clean,” Reol let out a heavy sigh and sat up on the bed. “The truth is, I am an Ultimate after all. I’ve actually been the Ultimate… Huntress the entire time. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”

The cowardly part of Shuichi told the boy to just take the explanation at face value but another, more logical part of him refused to let such an obvious lie go.

“Wait, but if that’s true, then why didn’t you just tell me earlier when I asked? I mean, yeah, hunting doesn’t have much to do with sex, but it’s not really embarrassing either.” Spurred on by his curiosity, Shuichi opened another pocket in the black bag. “Wait… you have grenades in here too!?”

“Give me that!” Reol, annoyed, snatched the bag right out of Shuichi’s hands. “Alright, ‘detective’, you’ve got me. I’m not the Ultimate Huntress. I am… no, I was the Ultimate Assassin once upon a time.”

“U-u-ultimate Assassin!” Shuichi stammered, his heart practically beating out of his chest now. “You mean you… killed people for a living?”

“Yes, I did.” Reol spoke casually as she made sure that none of her grenades were missing or about to explode. “I was raised to be the prefect killer ever since I was little. For ten straight years, I killed whoever my bosses told me to without question. I kept doing it until a few months ago, when my bosses learned exactly what it’s like to be on the other end of an **** contract. With them gone, I suppose I could have kept killing for someone else, but…” Reol shivered for just a moment before regaining her composure. “I realized that if I was going to leave that life behind, that was going to be my best chance.”

“So, that’s why you’re here right now? As an escort, I mean,” asked Shuichi.

“That is correct,” Reol, satisfied with her number of grenades, zipped her bag back up. “Being a whore doesn’t require any background checks or training, all your bosses are temporary and usually incurious, and it barely requires any effort. The weapons I just keep around for self-defense.”

“Wow… assassin turned sex worker. Even if you say your new job is easy, that must have been a massive change in your life,” Shuichi said, slowly coming to grips with what Reol had just told him. “Have things really been working out smoothly for you?”

“Do you want to die?” Reol glared, her piercing gaze nearly sending Shuichi’s pounding heart to a complete stop.

“S-sorry! I wasn’t trying to be insulting or anything!” Shuichi said, putting his hands up defensively. “I was just… curious about you.”

Reol paused for a few moments before finally letting her **** glare drop.

“It’s… fine. I’m just a little irritable at the moment.” Reol wrapped her arms around her stocking-clad glegs and curled up into herself. “To be honest, I’ve only just been barely able to make ends meet ever since I quit being an assassin. Sex work is a surprisingly popular profession, especially in this city, so there is lots of competition. There are some days where I can’t even get a single client.”

“That’s probably why so many escorts use their Ultimate Talents as part of their service; they’re using gimmicks to stand out from the crowd,” Shuichi postulated to himself. “Maybe if you could do that too somehow, you’d also get more clients.”

“And how am I supposed to do that, exactly?” Reol asked, her fingers digging angrily into the bedsheets she was sitting on. “I am not going to kill anyone, guns are too loud and dangerous to use during sex, and there are not many knife play fans around here. Trust me, I checked.”