Chapter 208 - 207 : Woman In Adult Shop

Chapter 208: Chapter 207 : Woman In Adult Shop

Early morning, 5:47 a.m.

Haruto stood under the weak shower in his tiny apartment, the hot water hitting his back like a gentle reminder that the night was over. The steam rose up and filled the small bathroom, mixing with the faint smell of his own cum that still lingered in the air. He closed his eyes and let the water run over his head, down his shoulders, and between his legs.

That was when he noticed them.

The hairs around his cock. Thick, dark, and unruly. They had grown.They formed a soft, dense patch above the base and spilled down the heavy shaft in thick, wiry strands. The pubic hair was also longer and curlier now, framing his heavy balls like a dark forest.

Haruto stared at it for a long moment, the water cascading over his face.

He had never waxed before. Never even thought about it. But something in his chest told him he wanted to look clean. Smooth. Like he was starting over.

He finished his shower in under five minutes, wrapped the small towel around his waist, and walked to the kitchen.

Breakfast – 6:15 a.m.

Onigiri rice balls wrapped in seaweed, a bottle of cold barley tea, and a single banana on the table. He ate standing up, the food tasting better than usual because he was actually hungry. The water from the shower still ran down his naked body, cooling his skin. He ate quickly, then changed into his school uniform again —

He looked in the mirror one last time.

His face was tired, but his eyes had a new spark in them. The cock he had woken up was still soft, but he knew it would wake up hard the moment he saw Jennifer again.

He grabbed his school bag and left the apartment before the sun rose higher.

Back at school – 7:30 a.m.

He walked in late, head down, and took his usual seat in the back row. The classroom smelled of chalk dust and cheap perfume. Girls whispered in the front. He kept his eyes on the blackboard and tried not to think about the girl next door.

But his mind kept drifting.

The condom in his bag.

The wet dream.

The image of Jennifer’s naked body under the spotlight.

The way he had sprayed cum all over the balcony door frame.

He was already hard again by the time the morning announcements ended.

After school – 3:20 p.m.

The moment the final bell rang, Haruto was on his feet. He didn’t even wait for the crowd. He changed in the boys’ bathroom faster than usual, folded his uniform neatly, and left the school.

He walked straight to the shopping district.

The afternoon sun was warm. The streets were busy with students and office workers. Haruto kept his head down, but his mind was loud.

The adult shop district – 3:58 p.m.

There were many adult shops lined up in a small alley behind the main shopping street. Some had bright neon signs. Some had windows showing dildos and vibrators. Most had a few customers inside.

Haruto chose the one that looked least crowded.

It was a small, unassuming place with a plain black door and no big neon sign. The name plate simply read "Adult Pleasure Shop" in small, elegant kanji. No loud music. No crowd outside. Just a few people entering and leaving normally.

He pushed the door open.

The shop was quiet.

Only two other customers were inside — an older man browsing magazines and a woman browsing lubricants. The rest of the shelves were almost empty. But the collection on the back wall was impressive.

Rows and rows of sex toys.

- Realistic vaginal, anal, and blowjob pockets

- Vibrators in every color and shape (small bullet ones, thick rabbit vibrators, suction-cup models, G-spot vibrators)

- Dildos of all sizes — from realistic 18 cm veined ones to massive black 30 cm models

- Anal plugs, butt plugs, prostate massagers

- Lubricants in thick bottles and small packets

- Condoms (many types — ribbed, textured, warming, flavored)

- Even some custom-made "fleshlight" alternatives that looked almost too real

The air smelled like plastic, rubber, and a faint sweet lubricant scent. The shop was dimly lit with soft red and blue lights that made everything feel... private.

Haruto walked straight to the pocket pussy section.

He picked up three different models — one realistic vagina, one with a "breast" hole, and one with a tight "anal" sleeve. They all felt heavy in his hand. The material was soft and warm-looking, the inside completely empty.

He didn’t buy them yet.

He just stood there, holding them, his cock already half-hard under the pant.

The small adult shop was dimly lit with soft red and blue lights that made everything feel private and slightly forbidden.

A woman in her early thirties walked toward him.

She was beautiful in a dangerous, confident way. Her dress was sexy — a deep-cleavage black dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, the fabric so thin and tight that Haruto could clearly see the full shape of her heavy breasts, the deep valley between them, and the dark outline of her nipples. The dress stopped high on her thighs, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her long black hair was stylishly loose, and she had a calm, knowing smile on her lips as she approached.

Haruto froze. His face instantly turned bright red.

The woman noticed him holding the pocket pussies and raised one perfectly arched eyebrow.

"What do you want, kid?" she asked, her voice low and slightly teasing.

Haruto stammered, his voice cracking like a boy’s.

"I... I mean..."

"Don’t be shy," she cut in, smiling wider. "This place is for buying sex-related stuffs. Don’t be shy. We’re all adults here."

Haruto swallowed hard. The woman’s breasts swayed slightly as she leaned closer, the deep cleavage pulling his eyes straight to them.

"I... I want to buy a pocket pussy," he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

The woman’s smile turned into a satisfied smirk.

"Ok, kid. Come with me. I’m giving you the latest collection."

She turned and walked toward the back of the shop.

Haruto followed, the plastic bag still in his hand, his heart hammering.

The next room was completely different.

It was smaller but much more private. The lights were dimmer, almost intimate. Shelves lined the walls with hundreds of sex toys. But this section was clearly marked "Personal Experience Area" — with soft cushions, mirrors, and a small curtained booth.

The woman gestured to a large, realistic pocket pussy on a glass display case.

"This is the latest model," she said, her voice smooth and professional. "Ultra-realistic vagina. When you insert your cock, it automatically vibrates with 7 different patterns. The inside is covered with soft, warm, wet-feeling material and contains special warming lube that makes everything feel exactly like a real pussy. The walls are highly sensitive and will squeeze you perfectly. It also has a ’breathing’ system so it feels alive."

She picked up the pocket pussy and held it toward him.

Haruto took it with shaking hands. It was heavy, warm, and incredibly lifelike — the soft, pink vaginal opening looked so real he could almost smell it. He could already imagine his cock sliding into that tight, wet heat.

The woman smiled.

"Try it here first," she said, pointing to a small private booth with a mirror. "Feel how it works. If you like it, you can buy it. No pressure."

Haruto nodded, his mouth dry.

Haruto stood in front of the glass case, holding the pocket pussy sleeve in his hands. It was heavy, soft, and looked incredibly lifelike — pink, wet-looking, and incredibly detailed.

The woman in her early thirties stood beside him, her deep-cleavage black dress still hugging her heavy breasts, her long black hair loose and stylish. She had been explaining the features in a calm, professional voice.

Haruto nodded, still holding the sleeve, his eyes unable to leave the soft, pink opening.

The woman glanced at his hand, then at him, and smiled.

"Before you test the pocket pussy," she said, "wear a condom. You’re not sure if you’ll buy or not, right?"

Haruto’s face flushed instantly.

"But..."

"Don’t worry," she cut in, smiling wider. "I’m giving you condom and helping you wear it."

She turned and walked toward the shelves at the back of the room without waiting for an answer.

Haruto stood there, frozen, his heart suddenly racing. The woman was offering to help him put on a condom. Here. In front of her. While she was standing right next to him in that sexy cleavage dress.

His mind spun.

He thought she would just hand him one.

Then she returned with a single dotted condom — the thin red one with small dots all over the surface. She held it up, turning it slowly so the light caught the delicate pattern.

"Take off your pants," she said, her voice calm and matter-of-fact, like she was asking him to hand over a bottle of lubricant.

Haruto hesitated. His face burned. The thought of pulling down his pants in front of this woman — in this shop — felt too intimate.

The woman raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow and gave him a soft, reassuring smile.

"Don’t be shy, kid. We’re adults here... This is our work. Don’t be shy."

Haruto’s fingers moved on their own. He unbuckled his belt. The sound of the metal buckle clicking was loud in the quiet room. He pushed his pants down to his knees, then stepped out of them completely, leaving his boxers on for one final second.

When he slid them down, his thick, heavy cock sprang free.

It hung heavy between his legs, already rock-hard from the earlier testing and the woman’s presence. The shaft wa veined, and long — easily eight inches of thick, impressive cock that bobbed slightly with every movement. The heavy balls beneath it looked full and tight. The entire thing was proud, heavy, and impossible to hide.

The woman’s eyes widened.

Just for a second.

Her perfectly polished face showed the briefest flash of surprise — her lips parting slightly, her eyes widening as she stared at the thick, impressive cock standing proudly in front of her. She blinked once, twice, then quickly looked away, but the shock was clear.

Haruto stood there completely naked from the waist down, his massive cock throbbing in the cool air, the woman from the shop staring at it like it was the most impressive thing she had ever seen in her life.

The shop was quiet.

The only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioner and the soft creak of Haruto’s knees as he stood completely exposed.