Chapter 240
"It'd feel way better anyway..."
"Yeah."
She was still flushed, but she'd regained some composure. And yeah, even just the sleek R.E.D sign screamed sophistication. I'd heard Korea was getting these bright, upscale adult shops lately, but Japan was clearly the OG—one look and you knew it.
"So, what'd you come to buy?"
"I'm not here to buy anything! Just looking around!"
Yoo Seol-ah denied it vehemently. And when our eyes met, it was obvious she wasn't targeting any specific product.
"It's unmanned, so we can browse easy."
"Didn't you say you didn't know much earlier?"
Once busted, she stopped hiding it entirely. She shot me a side-eye, then quietly admitted—clearly embarrassed—
"...Just skip it...?"
"......"
So that'd been her plan from the jump. There were cafes and experience spots listed on the sign too.
"When else would we ever come to a place like this? Everything's online these days anyway."
True—search online, and overseas shipping arrived in days. And honestly, this was our only shot to browse together like this. Convinced, I nodded, and we stepped inside through the revolving door.
"...Bigger than I thought."
"...For real."
It felt like a luxury department store at first—bright and classy. But then you spotted the mosaic-heavy anime playing on a screen by the entrance, and bam, adult shop reality hit. Still, was this the galgame master at work? Yoo Seol-ah watched the screen stone-faced, then casually leaned her head on my shoulder to drop some intel.
"I chat with the original artist sometimes. She's an OL normally."
OL—office lady, aka office worker. Common Japanese term.
"...Kinda hardcore, huh?"
"Hardcore stuff might have more female creators."
The voice acting made it obvious: humiliation-themed, heavy BDSM. But her casual tone made it unsurprising. What was surprising was the sheer breadth of her connections—I had no idea where they ended.
"...How'd you even find out?"
"You just run into talented artists. Lots of illustrators do doujin and mainstream."
Made sense. Mainstream paid the bills, but doujin fed the soul. Her "researching doujin for art refs" excuse felt legit. Next to the screen was a massive box with the anime's character—collab merch, no doubt. And yeah, the box art was top-tier quality, as she'd said. Being someone she knew, Yoo Seol-ah examined it with real interest. Hard to believe this was the same girl who'd blushed at my bare chest earlier.
"You seem right at home."
"...Nah, it's just everywhere here, so acting shy would be weird..."
True—19+ labels everywhere, products and art screaming adult. Akiba's adult shops had way more collabs than anywhere else, too.
"...And tons of couples."
Hearing happy chatter from pairs around us confirmed it: prime date spot.
Reading a sign, Yoo Seol-ah slipped on a disposable glove.
"...This is the collab one from earlier. Arrogant Ninja's ... gets used however... Uh, anyway."
She rattled off the description smoothly, then braked hard, face turning red.
...Not that shameless, huh. Just didn't want embarrassment ruining the date.
What she pointed at was a massive adult toy molded straight from the ninja's ass art. Test display, probably. And the size? No joke.
"...10kg?"
"Super heavy. But check this—feels so real..."
Gloved hand kneading the butt cheek. Tech was wild—the slightest press sank in like real flesh. Her innocent groping made it more cute than sexy. She offered me the glove like "your turn," but I just watched as I slipped it on without touching—then she smacked the ass playfully.
"Buy one?"
"What would you do with it..."
I gave her an exasperated look since she was enjoying it more than me. Seemed hooked on the texture, she kept stroking it.
"...Kinda like a doll? Dutch wife vibe..."
"300,000 won for a doll's a bit steep."
Classic male onahole, but her enthusiasm was unusual. Couldn't blame me for zero interest, though. Bluntly: Yoo Seol-ah alone could mummify me. I figured she held back a bit normally, or I wouldn't be walking around alive. Wasting stamina on toys? I'd make headlines: "Death by Sex."
Plus, no toy could match half the pleasure she gave. Especially since she was evolving, as she'd said—toys couldn't keep up.
"And wouldn't they confiscate it coming back to Korea?"
"Cleared customs once, and it's smooth sailing."
"...You know a lot. Like you researched it."
"......"
Now she just brazenly looked away, no reply. At this point, blame Nagi for including adult shops in the top 10 date spots.
"And Seol-ah, you cool if I used stuff like this?"
"Yeah? I don't get jealous over toys, no matter what."
...She knew her jealousy was fierce usually. Just generous here. Living together, I'd barely touched lewd stuff, but even if I binged doujin or JAV, she wouldn't nag. More like, "That desperate? C'mon then," dragging me to bed.
"...And anyway, it would feel so much better with me."
"...What?"
"Ah, no, pretend you didn't hear that!..."
I'd been lost in some scary thoughts for a moment, so it took a bit to process Yoo Seol-ah's words in my head. But once I did, I realized she'd just dropped something pretty huge. She knew it too—her face was flushing bright red, practically steaming from her head.
...So from the start, she had zero confidence she'd lose out to any adult toy. Fair enough.
"...Well, even your first time..."
"Waaah! Please, not that..."
The second I said "first time," she instantly knew what I meant and clapped her hand over my mouth. I still remembered it vividly. Back when Yoo Seol-ah was in full heat—practically her estrus period—she'd provoked me by saying something like, "You can use me like an onahole." Looking back now, it was pure masochistic instinct from her.
"...L-Let's go somewhere else..."
"This area's got accessories and stuff."
"...Phew..."
Yoo Seol-ah let out a sigh of relief and started browsing again. Handcuffs, blindfolds—tons of things she'd probably love. Sure enough, her eyes lit up at a pair of fuzzy handcuffs that looked super soft. She even tested how they felt against her skin, compared them to a few others, then picked up a black pair and glanced at me.
"...You like tying me up, right? Guess we should get these."
This was what they called the pot calling the kettle black.
"......"
"W-Why are you looking at me like that?"
Honestly, I didn't hate tying her hands. The way she struggled with those defiant eyes was cute and hot. But the truth was, she loved it way more—that's why she always ended up restraining me instead. She'd pretend to hate it, but just cuffing her hands would have her trembling nonstop.
"...Yeah, let's get 'em."
But this time, I decided to give in. She looked so excited; it'd be mean not to. They were pricey—probably because of the high-quality fur—but anything touching skin had to be the good stuff.
Yoo Seol-ah kept a straight face, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward just a bit. She skipped around happily, then showed me some shiny, colorful film-like thing.
"They've even got these?"
"What is it?"
"...Like this..."
When I asked, she held the transparent film up to her lower abdomen. I had to clear my throat.
...Oh, that. They called it a uterine tattoo here—or ummun back in Astasia. A sticker, basically. Even over her clothes, I hadn't expected her to demonstrate right on her body, so it took a sec to regain my composure. This place must be getting to her; she was bolder than usual, and it was potent.
"...Should we get that too?"
I could imagine it'd look pretty and sexy on her, but against my guess, she shook her head a little.
"I could just tattoo it on myself anyway... Oh."
"...For real?"
"Ah, no, I was kidding... Uh, should we buy one?"
In Astasia, uterine tattoos were a succubus and incubus exclusive. And though Yoo Seol-ah played it down, she was getting more comfortable wielding her succubus powers. ...Just how much of this was true?