"Good morning."
In the white-walled office, the buzz of work was in full swing. Some typed frantically against deadlines, others slouched lazily in chairs, gossiping in low tones.
A ripple of presence cut through it all. A woman entered with deliberate, steady steps, and the room seemed to bend around her authority.
At 185 cm tall, she needed no introduction, her height alone demanded attention. Her long, glossy hair trailed behind her like a flowing banner, black eyes sharp and commanding. A tailored suit clung to her curves, accentuating her full chest, narrow waist, and wide hips. Every inch of her exuded confidence, poise, and undeniable dominance.
The ID card clipped to her lapel read clearly:
Chief : Arakawa Kagura
Heads turned instinctively as she moved to her desk. People couldn't help but watch. Few women, clustered nearby, stiffened and blushed, bowing subconsciously at her gaze.
"Arakawa-san," one whispered nervously, "you always love coffee, so today I brought some from my business trip to France."
Kagura's eyes remained calm, unshaken, yet a dashing smile curved her lips.
"Thanks. I made a few snacks myself. I hope you like them."
"Kyaaaa!" All three women squealed in unison, deep blushes spreading across their faces. Even amid the hum of office chatter, their voices cut through. It was normal; everybody knew it was normal. But their attention quickly returned to Kagura.
Some gazed with admiration, others with envy. The three who received her snacks felt both pride and embarrassment, blessed and humiliated at the same time.
The three women stood close; far too close, but one of them leaned in a little more than the rest. Her soft, generous chest brushed against Kagura's shoulder, pressing lightly and changing shape against her suit. A few coworkers glanced over, their eyes flicking with barely hidden jealousy. Kagura turned her head just enough to smile at the woman, calm, polite, kind. The woman jolted back with a sharp blush, flustered from the "accidental" touch and Kagura's gentle attention.
Arakawa Kagura was second only to the CEO in respect across the company and beyond. Her reputation preceded her in deals, meetings, and negotiations. She could easily have been a top actress or model; some even whispered that her presence carried a hint of divine blessing.
After a few moments, Kagura returned to her monitor, her attention fully on work. The three women scuttled off to a corner, whispering.
"Phew… I gave it to her. Thank God she didn't refuse," one murmured.
"I need to bring something even better tomorrow," said another.
"Should I invite her to the company dinner?"
"She comes very rarely… probably not," someone replied.
"Where's Kana?"
"She's at her desk. She doesn't want to join."
"She's still hurting from being rejected by Arakawa-san yesterday," one said softly.
The discussion continued, whispers of admiration and heartbreak mixing with the mundane office chatter. Meanwhile, Kagura's calm figure dominated the room, as always, her presence drawing every eye.
Lunch came quickly. Kagura ate swiftly, then excused herself, moving to the restroom with purposeful haste.
Once inside, she shut the door quietly behind her, inhaling sharply.
No one knew this about her, not coworkers, not acquaintances. Only her old family knew, and even they kept silent.
A secret that, if revealed, could shatter her life, socially and personally.
Sliding onto the closed toilet seat, Kagura took out her smartphone and opened a site she had long used in secret. Carefully, she loosened her suit, methodical yet hurried.
Her body, unapologetically hers, revealed a truth that defied expectation: she was Futanari.
With one hand, she adjusted herself; with the other, she tapped play on a video, immersing herself in the moment. She didn't need anyone's permission or consent. This was her space, her desire, her release.
The office, the gossip, the admiration, the envy, all of it melted away. Here, in solitude, Kagura was nothing but herself.
Kagura's hand moved gently at first, then slowly she speed up.
"Damn woman, seducing me by pressing those large breasts on me," she muttered.
Her hand moved in a daze, and the video volume was getting louder, thankfully she was wearing wireless earbuds.
She knew about her popularity. She knew if she asked someone on a date and tried to take her to bed, many would agree without a second thought.
She knew the weight of her words came with all her divine body and beauty.
But she wouldn't, even if she was doing this in the toilet. She could, but she didn't love them.
A single invitation from her could make many hearts leap without hesitation. But she never gave herself away so easily. She had rules, lines that even her desire would not cross.
She had something she didn't forget. She had forgotten whose words they were, and even the sentence itself was not fully remembered, but it had left a deep mark inside her heart.
So she had decided to only do it with someone she loved. Even though she was letting lust control her when alone, she never lost control around other people.
For now, she'd let herself enjoy it in secret, laughing quietly at her own indulgence.
As time passed, she was far from over. She sped up her pace, grabbing tighter. She always used it like this when she was in a hurry.
"Ah❤️ Ah❤️ I'm almost there…, moan louder," she whispered to herself.
She thrust in the air, letting out loud moans. Her mind drifted into the fantasy, imagining a partner, a fleeting thought of intimacy and passion. The pleasure surged, overwhelming yet controlled. Her body trembled, a wave of warmth radiating through her chest and limbs.
If someone else had been in the bathroom, they would have heard this familiar voice in an unfamiliar tone.
"Ahhh❤️ I'm coming!"
A large wave of pleasure released from her, spreading across the door and floor into white, some even flying outside from above the door, leaving her breathless and dizzy.
She released her hand and calmed down, sliding down a little in a daze. A smile full of pleasure curved her lips.
Her eyes rolled up, and then she slowly licked her lips.
"It was good." she whispered softly, her voice low and content.
For a moment, she lingered there, lost in her private world of sensation, a secret indulgence that belonged only to her.
Suddenly, a sharp knock echoed on the door, and her whole body stiffened, startled by the unexpected sound.