Side story: A Day in Paradise (Angie Yonaga)

Angie Yonaga, the ‘Angel’ of the red light district, woke up that day the same way she did most mornings; at 7:00 AM sharp with her boyfriend, Chihiro, resting gently against her naked bosom in her bedroom above her sex store. It was almost uncanny how the white-haired islander was always able to wake up at that time, even without an alarm clock, but she always attributed it to her oneness with nature.

Chihiro, or Usagi as she affectionately called him, was anything but attuned to nature, however. If anything, he was allergic to everything natural, including daytime, so he slept in almost every day.

Angie didn’t mind this, though, and slipped herself out of his grip with practiced care so she could start her day. She quickly got to work making the same breakfast that her mother used to make her, consisting of warm porridge topped with well-sizzled slices of ham. Angie hadn’t gotten the chance to see her mother in a long time, but she thought about her often and trusted that, wherever she was, she was thriving and happy.

“Mmm…” Chihiro’s eyes began to open the same way they did every morning as the smell of food wafted over from the kitchen to his nose.

“Good morning, Bun Bun!” Angie sat onto her bed next to Chihiro with a bowl of food in each hand, her smile as infectious as ever. “How did you sleep?”

“Pretty good… I didn’t have any nightmares or anything,” Chihro replied, taking one of the bowls so he could eat.

“Nyahaha! Excellent! God told you that going to bed a little earlier would help prevent that, did He not?” Angie replied, eating as well.

“Yeah, He did,” Chihiro replied, sitting up more in bed and revealing that he was naked as well - and that something else under the covers had woken up too.

“Oh! I see someone is here to greet us!” Angie said as she spotted Chihiro’s large morning wood. “Good morning to you too! Would you like some food as well, or would you rather feed me?~” The dark-skinned girl poked Chihiro’s erection playfully, causing it to twitch and bounce.

“A-Angie! Quit it!” Chihiro blushed. “That’s embarrassing…”

“Very well, Usagi.” Angie finished up her food and placed her empty bowl on a nearby table. “Atua is telling me now that it is time to go down and greet His lovely followers. Do you need anything before I go?”

“No, I should be good,” Chihiro replied. “If you need me, I’ll be in my programming room, okay? I’m hoping to complete a whole storyline in my visual novel today.”

“Thank you, Chihiro! I’ll keep that in mind,” Angie replied, putting her classic bikini, flip-flops, and necklace on quickly as she headed towards the bedroom door. “Bye-yonara for now!”

She then went downstairs and entered the Atua Women’s Shelter, where dozens of women had just started to wake up around the statue of Shuichi that she had carved a few days earlier. At the far corner of the room, by the entrance, some women in white robes were preparing to hand out warm meals to their guests.

“Sisters of Atua! It is so good to see you all again!” Angie waved enthusiastically as they approached the group, with several of the women bowing in response. “I trust that you have all been doing well to uphold His teachings well.”

“Yes, Angel, we’ve been doing our best,” a girl with silver hair replied respectfully, referring to Angie by her pseudonym. “We’ve taken in five new women this morning, and we’ve managed to get twelve into stable housing this last week. Truly, Atua has blessed our temple with His grace.”

“Of course He has! I am His favorite, after all,” Angie replied. “But remember, even if I am His favorite, God still loves us all equally! Let us all take a moment to give thanks for that love and pray that we continue to be in His good graces.”

Angie clapped her hands together and her followers did the same, closing their eyes and silently praying to their god… all except for one girl.

“Oh?” Angie peaked an eye open. “Is something wrong? Do you not wish to thank God for all He has given us?”

“I do, but…” the dark-haired girl hesitated for a moment, as if fearful. “Sometimes… I wonder if He can really hear us… my family keeps telling me that there is no God, and sometimes… I wonder if they’re right.”

The other robed girls gasped in shock at this confession, but Angie didn’t so much as flinch.

“It is okay, young one.” Angie pulled the young woman into a gentle hug. “Atua is endless, and so is His patience. If you were to lose faith in Him now, I am sure He will forgive you, because He will wait for you until you are ready.”

“Really?” the girl asked in surprise. “I-I don’t have to stop working here, do I?”

“Of course not!” Angie pulled the girl away and looked into her eyes as she stroked her hair. “One can still do good in His name even if you do not believe. We would be blessed to have you help us here.” She then looked up at the other and gave them all the closest thing to a glare Angie’s sweet face could muster. “Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes, of course!” one of the other girls hastily replied. “This doesn’t change anything.”

“Thank you, Angel…” The girl sniffled a little and wiped her nose. “I’ll get right back to work then!”

“Excellent!” Angie clapped her hands again in excitement. “If anyone needs anything, you can all find me at the store gathering donations.”

“Wait, Angel,” one of Angie’s followers spoke up as she turned to leave. “There’s one more thing.”

“Oh?” Angie cocked her head curiously. “And what would that be?”

“Well, last night, after you went to bed… we kind of got another one of… those .” The robed woman subtly motioned towards the crowd of beds behind Angie. She turned around and spotted a teenage girl, roughly sixteen or seventeen years old, with brown hair and a purple sweater currently brushing her teeth, and who had visible bruises on her face and neck. “I tried talking to her, but she didn’t want anything to do with me. She’s alone here, too.”

“Ah! Thank you for bringing this to my attention,” Angie said with a bow. “I will see what Atua and I can do.”

Angie then walked over to the girl, careful not to sneak up on her, and got her attention.

“Good morning, my child! It is very nice to meet you,” Angie greeted. “Welcome to the Atua Women’s Shelter! Have you been able to settle in well?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” the girl replied, not really looking at Angie as she spoke.

“Ah, that is swell to hear,” Angie replied, careful to avoid using too many references to her God at a time like this. “Is there anything we can do to improve your stay? You look a little under the weather; perhaps I could get you some ice or some medicine if you are feeling sore?”

“I guess a cold pack would be nice,” the girl replied.

“I’ll have one of my friends get you one right away then,” she said, waving to one of her followers. “Would you like anything else? Perhaps a phone to call someone to let them know where you are?”

“That won’t be necessary,” the girl replied with certainty.

“Very well then,” Angie said with a nod. “... do not be afraid, my child. I promise, you are safe here with us. If you ever wish to talk about something, we will listen without judgement.”

Despite her words, the teenager didn’t seem moved.

“... or, if you don’t trust us for whatever reason, we can connect you with some free professional counseling services if you’d so like,” Angie added.

“...” The girl looked up at Angie again. “Free? And… are they anonymous?”

“You only have to tell them what you wish,” Angie replied. “If you’re interested, please just ask one of the women in the white robes, and they will help you as soon as they can. And remember; you’re free to stay here as long as you’d like.”

“... thanks,” the girl said after a few moments of silence.

“Do not thank me; thank Atua,” Angie said with a bow before finally leaving to go to her store, Paradise.

Once in her sex shop, Angie turned on the lights, flipped the ‘Closed’ sign on the door to ‘Open’ and began stocking the shelves with anything that they were running low on. They rarely ever got any customers that early in the morning, but that day proved to be an exception as the bell above the door rang only a few minutes after the store opened.

“Oh? A customer?” Angie peeked out from behind the front counter and saw Mukuro Ikusaba standing by the door. “Geneva! It is so good to see you again! Your fierce presence always makes Atua smile! May I ask why you are here so early?”

“Pandora ruined another vibrator on a client last night, so I’ve been sent to get some new ones,” Mukuro replied, showing Angie a mostly-melted pink bead vibrator that she had in her pocket. “Do you perhaps have any that are made from sterner materials?”

“Of course, of course!” Angie nodded. “I should have known that I should have given you a professional model. Usagi! Could you bring down one of the heavy-duty bead vibrators from upstairs? They’re in the box on the second shelf to the left! They should be black!”

“Coming, Angel!” Chihiro’s voice shouted from up the stairs. The boy came bounding down a few minutes later, wearing his usual green shirt and brown skirt, and carrying a small box. “S-sorry I took so long! Here you are!”

“Thank you so much, Bun Bun!” Angie tussled Chihiro’s hair. “Now, how many would you like?”

“Five should do for now,” Mukuro replied as Chihiro finally noticed who Angie’s customer was.

“O-oh! It’s… you again.” Chihiro blushed and held his hands together in front of his skirt bashfully as he stared up at Mukuro.

“Hello again, Usagi,” Mukuro replied. She tried her best not to pay attention to the boy but, despite her best efforts, her eyes kept glancing over to him.

“Alright, here you are! Five vibrators bagged and ready to go!” Angie announced, to which Mukuro took out a credit card and handed it to her. “Alright, all paid! Atua wishes you a wonderful day!”

“Yes… and a good day to you too, Angel.” Mukuro bowed and turned to leave, but she hesitated to get one last look at Chihiro.

“Hmm? I know that look~” Angie said playfully when she got a good look at Mukuro’s eyes. “You want to touch my boyfriend, don’t you?”

“W-what!?” Chihiro and Mukuro both gasped at the same time.

“Don’t be preposterous!” Mukuro exclaimed, blushing for the very first time in that sex shop. “As if I would ever…”

“Oh, please! There is no need to be shy! You’re hardly the first girl to walk in here to want that, after all,” Angie replied. “You may touch him if you’d like, and if he is fine with it as well.”

“W-well… I mean, I wouldn’t dislike it…” Chihiro replied, blushing even harder than Mukuro.

The boy stepped twoard the mercenary and waited nervously. Mukuro raised her gloved right hand, but she promptly stopped moving when she saw Chihiro flinch. She waited patiently for him to get comfortable again before slowly inching her hand forward and placinging it on the side of his head.

“Oh… your hand…” Chihiro gently nuzzled his head against Mukuro’s fingers as she stroked his hair. “It’s so strong, but… you’re being so gentle…. Chuu…. Chuu… Chuu…”

“He makes the most adorable noises when he feels safe, doesn’t he?” Angie asked.

“Yes… he does,” Mukuro agreed before she let go of Chihiro and picked up her shopping bag. “Thank you both for that.”

With that, Mukuro left the store and Chihiro went back to his room, both with light blushes on their faces. Angie, however, returned to work in the store without shame, restocking the shelves fully and selling whatever she could to any customer that stopped by. It proved to be a pretty uneventful morning, other than Angie having to tell Miu once again that they didn’t sell any candles, and when noon rolled around Angie had one of her followers take her place in the store while she went upstairs to have lunch. There, she cooked up some white rice with broccoli and washed it down with some tart apple juice before heading to her bedroom to start one of her favorite daily projects; sex toy making.

She started with the pocket pussies, picking out some of the most popular bases, which looked like grey mutated sea cucumbers, and placed them into her special casting system. She then carefully mixed together the jell that formed the bodies of the toys and poured them into the casts. While they dried, Angie moved onto making dildos, which was a very similar process. The dildos only had casts, however, and the materials used could vary greatly; some of them were highly silicon-based and stretchy, while others were more plastic, hard, or could vibrate, but for each and every one made sure they fit her artistic vision. She would have personally tested each of them herself before sale, but her boyfriend let her know that Japanese society didn’t take very kindly to that.

She then spent her time working on various statues and paintings she had littered around the room until her sex toys were all finished setting and drying. When they were finally done, she carefully removed them from their casts and inspected them each, her hobby knife at the ready to make any slight adjustments that were needed to make their shapes perfect.

Then, when she was proud of her work, she took them all downstairs to start her afternoon shift, which happened to be right when a girl with blue hair and a business suit walked in.

“Uh… hello, there,” Azura Nakano greeted Angie, sweating slightly. “Th-this is the kind of store where I can buy dildos… right?”

“God has guided you to the right place, my friend,” Angie replied happily. “Assuming that you are eighteen or older, of course."

“O-oh, of course.” Azura showed the islander her ID. “So, I’ve been a little… frustrated lately. Do you have any models that could help a woman like me… release some tension?”

“Why, we have models for everyone, be they man, woman, or spirit,” Angie replied. “But there is one model that I’ve noticed has been particularly popular these days…”

Angie reached underneath the checkout counter and pulled out a recently-made, unlabeled Sexy Saihara dildo, it’s pinkish form jiggling a little as she put it on the counter.

“Oh my! It… looks so realistic!” Azura picked the dildo up to examine it. “And… oddly familiar too.”

“A connection already? I see - that must mean that God fated you to have this dildo,” Angie said with a sagely nod. “Luckily for you, you can fulfil your fate at the low cost of only a few thousand yen if you act quickly.”

“Hnngh…” Azura hesitated, still a little mortified that she was in the store to begin with, before she gave in and took out her credit card. “Fine, I’ll take it! I-It better work, though!”

“Do not worry, all my products come with a satisfaction guarantee; though it does not cover acts of Atua,” Angie replied as she boxed and bagged the dildo. “Have a nice day, and please stop by again!”

Azura made a hasty retreat back to her car outside just as someone else walked in; a man who Angie didn’t quite recognize with a brown shirt and black hair.

“H-hey there, Angel,” he greeted. “Do you remember me? I, uh, hired you a week ago?”

“Hmm… ah, yes! I remember you!” Angie’s eyes lit up with recognition. “You were such a gentleman when we met. Is there something that I can help you with?”

“Yeah, I was wondering if maybe… I could maybe… have you,” the man replied.

“Oh, you wish for me to take you to heaven again?” Agnie asked. “Very well! My price is the same as last time, and God insists that you make sure to pay up front!’

“Er, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” the man replied. “I heard from a friend that I could have… you home with me always, if I paid the right price. And, I have some extra money, so… is it okay if I buy a few of you? How’s about three?”

“Oooh, you’re here for that !” Angie smiled and nodded. “I would be happy to fulfill that request for you, but I’m afraid I will still need to be paid in advance, and it will take at least a day before they are ready.”

“That’s fine with me,” the man said, handing Angie his credit card. “I’ll pick them up tomorrow night.”

“Excellent! I will have them warm and ready for you by then!” Angie rang up the man’s purchase and gave him his card back. “My God bless the rest of your day.”

The man nodded and left, at which point Angie called in one of her Sisters to watch the counter again as she went back up to her bedroom.

“Alright, Atua…” Angie said as she picked up some silicone and wax. “Guide my hand as I complete this work in your name…” She then closed her eyes, and her hands began to move on their own.

“Hey, Angie? Are you there?” Chihro asked as he peeked his head into Angie’s bedroom a few hours later. “I was wondering if you wanted me to buy anything for you onl- ehhhh!? ”

Chihiro’s heart nearly stopped beating as he saw in the corner of the room, not one, not two, but four Angies standing side by side. They matched each other perfectly and hauntingly, and just looking at them seemed to give the programmer vertigo.

“W-what’s going on here?! Am I hallucinating!?” Chihiro gasped.

“Oh! Hello, Bun Bun!” one of the Angies greeted as she began to move. “Do you like them? One of our customers commissioned me to make these for him! It took a little work, of course, but I managed to make them all perfect down to the last detail!”

“Y-you have to warn me when you do this kind of thing, Angie!” Chihiro said, still shaking as he walked into the room. “Your sex dolls are always way too creepy!”

“Usagi! Don’t tell me that you haven’t imagined making love to more than one of me at once!” Angie teasingly bent one of the sex dolls forward so it looked like it was leaning forward to kiss him. “I would be insulted if you didn’t.”

“N-no, of course I have, Angie.” Chihiro pushed the doll away. “It’s just… nothing could compare to the real you. You’re irreplaceable.”

“Thank you, Usagi! That means a lot to me!” Angie picked Chihiro up and hugged him tightly. “To this day, I can’t think of a time God blessed me more than when He brought me to you!”

Chihiro smiled and hugged back, but their embrace wound up being cut short by the rigning of their apartment phone. Curious, Angie put her boyfriend down and went to pick it up.

“Hello there! You’ve reached Paradise!” Angie greeted. “Are you calling to make a donation to His grace, Atua, or do you need help with one of our products?”

“Hey there! This is Usami, from the Bunny Hop; you know, the restaurant down the street that opened up today,” a motherly voice replied. “I made an appointment with you for a special costuming session for our big charity fundraiser tonight, and I was just calling to make sure it was okay to send my girls over now.”

“Ah! That’s right, that was today!” Angie gasped in response. “My apologies; Atua was napping so He forgot to remind me of your appointment. But do not worry, because He made my schedule completely free right now! Feel free to come over whenever you’d like!”

“Great! We’ll be there soon!” the voice replied before hanging up.

“I’m afraid it’s time for you to go, Usagi; I have some appointments with some other rabbits I have to take care of now,” Angie said as she began to gather up painting supplies. “Remember; do not enter my room until I say so; God does not like being watched when He paints, after all.”

“Okay, Angie - let me know when you’re finished,” Chihiro replied before locking himself into his programming room.

A group of twenty women wearing colorful bunny ears arrived at Paradise shortly afterwards, and Angie eagerly led them all up to her bedroom.

“Welcome, welcome! It is so good to meet you all! Atua thanks you for your restaurant’s generous donation, and I promise to give you all the best paint-jobs of your lives!” Angie announced to the gathered group. “Now, if you would all please remove your clothes so we can get started.”

The women nodded and began stripping out of whatever clothes they had on them except for their rabbit-ear headbands. They had all been sex workers for years, so they revealed their naked forms to Angie with barely a second thought. This gave Angie a good chance to look at their smooth, hairless bodies and the wonderful curves that came with them. Then, once their clothes were put away, the girls took out the pasties that Angie had provided them and used them to cover their bare essentials; their nipples and exposed pussies.

“Such lovely canvases! I can’t wait to get started!” Angie exclaimed, jumping for joy. “However, I’m sure you are aware of the one condition you must follow before I can start.”

“Augh… do we really have to do that?” one of the bunny girls with blonde hair asked. “It’s super creepy…”

“I’m sorry, but I cannot change Atua’s demands anymore than a fish can change an ocean’s current,” she replied. “Though, if you are uncomfortable with it, you are free to leave.”

The girl rolled her eyes in response. “Fine, but I’m not going to like it.”

She and the other women all then reached for the blindfolds they had been given and tied them around their heads.

“Perfect! God thanks you all for your cooperation!” Angie smiled and clapped her hands together. “Now, hold completely still, and this will be over soon.”

Angie then closed her eyes, picked up a brush and a pallet, and stood there in wait. A moment later and her feet began to move, drawing her silently forward in an almost unnatural way, as if she was being moved by puppet strings rather than under her own power. Then, in a sudden lightning-fast motion, she began to paint.

Starting with the girl on the furthest left and working her way right, Angie painted the body of each and every woman there, her fingers a blur and her feet dancing to a music that only she could hear. Without even looking at her pallet, Angie was able to completely recreate a Playboy-style bunny outfit on each of the girls, getting even the finest details of their fake stockings correct with her furious brushstrokes.

“Aaaah… this feels so weird!” one of the girls with purple hair said with a shiver as Angie kept going. “Th-there’s no way that one woman could be painting so fast!”

“I-I don’t know… I kind of like the way it feels,” the group’s lone redhead commented. “The way her brush runs so delicately over my stomach and thighs… oooh, I think I might have to try something like this with my boyfriend sometime!”

“Q-quiet down with that kind of talk. W-we’re working, remember?” the blonde from earlier said, though it was obvious that Angie’s brush strokes were turning her on as well.

“Alright… God says that you may take your blindfolds off now,” Angie announced once the paint had been sealed. The girls did so and looked down at themselves to find that Angie had somehow given them all perfect paint bunny suits in thirty minutes flat.

“Wow, this is incredible!” one of the girls with brown hair said in amazement. “It looks so good that I honestly don’t think you can tell it’s fake unless you got really, really close!”

“Yeah, totally!” one of her friends agreed. “Wait… doesn’t it kind of defeat the purpose if it’s too good, though?”

“Eh, we still get paid either way,” the first girl said with a shrug. “Thanks for all your hard work, Angel!”

“Thank you, but I am afraid you are praising the wrong person; Atua is the true artist, and I am but His brush,” Angie assured them. “But if you ever wish to be painted by Him again, you are welcome here any time!”

Angie then escorted the girls back outside to their car before returning to her sex shop, where she ran the counter until late in the evening. When seven PM rolled around, Angie decided to pass running the store onto one of her more trusted Sisters and went back up to her apartment, where Chihiro had prepared dinner for them both.

Or, at least he tried to. Even after all these years, Chihiro wasn’t the best cook, and he wound up burning most of the pasta he tried to prepare, but Angie still praised him for his efforts before they just microwaved some noodles for each other instead.

After that, they both relaxed in their home for a few hours and, after Angie checked on her shelter one last time, they prepared to go to bed.

“Are you coming to bed, Angie?” Chihiro asked, already naked and under their bed covers as he rubbed his eyes. “It’s getting late.”

“One moment, please! I am almost done with my holy tea,” Angie replied before taking a long sip from the cup she was holding. “I need to finish all of it if Atua is to continue saving our children for a later date.”

Chihiro once again wanted to ask how the imported tea Angie was drinking was really any different than a normal contraceptive, but he had a feeling that he still wouldn’t get a straight answer on that. So, he just waited patiently for Angie to finish, at which point she slipped out of her bikini and work clothes and crawled into bed with him.

“Mmm… you still smell like paint,” Chihiro said a little sheepishly as she nuzzled his face into Angie’s brown breasts.

“And you still smell like your computer; and I always loved that about you,” Angie said affectionately as she hugged Chihiro back. “Would you like to have some fun together before we go to sleep, or would you like to enter the dream world now?”

“Well, I mean… if it isn’t too much trouble...” Chihiro replied humbly. However, the truth was he was already very hard and had been aching to have sex with Angie ever since she poked his erection that morning.

“Trouble? Nyahaha! You never have to worry about that, my lovely little boy.” Angie shifted herself in the bed so that she was straddling Chihiro's groin while he lay underneath her. “I may do a lot of charity work for Atua, but with nothing is ever a chore when I’m with you~”

She then leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips as their bodies began to rock gently together. The two would stay up very late that night, but Angie was still able to make sure Chihiro slept sounder than he had in weeks.