When Mika read the intake note, her pulse quickened.
Client: Female. Age 38. First visit. High nervousness. Requested Mika.
Yuri handed her the file with a subtle smile. "This one might be special."
"Have you met her?" Mika asked.
Yuri nodded. "She's not here to play. She's here because she needs something. And I think you're the one who can give it."
Mika's heart beat faster. She'd had women before — Ayaka and Mari had made sure of that. But this… a client? A woman seeking intimacy from her?
This was different.
This was real.
The door opened with a soft click.
Inside the room, dimly lit with amber lamps and gentle music, sat a woman on the edge of the bed. She was beautiful in an understated way — shoulder-length dark hair, no makeup, a loose blouse and jeans. Her hands were in her lap, fingers nervously playing with the hem of her shirt.
When she looked up, Mika saw the anxiety in her eyes.
But also something else.
Longing.
"Hi," Mika said gently, closing the door behind her. "You're Aoi?"
The woman nodded. "Yes. I'm… I've never done this before."
"That's okay," Mika said softly, stepping closer. "I'll go slow. We'll only do what feels good."
Aoi swallowed. "I've never been with a woman."
Mika smiled. "You don't have to be with one tonight. Just let me take care of you."
Aoi looked at her with wide, searching eyes.
"Okay," she whispered.
Mika took her time.
She started by sitting beside Aoi on the bed, close but not touching.
"May I?" Mika asked, reaching for Aoi's hand.
Aoi nodded.
Their fingers intertwined.
Aoi's hand was soft but tense — as if even the smallest gesture carried weight. Mika brought it to her lips and kissed it gently, then rested it on her thigh.
"I want you to feel safe," Mika said. "You can stop me anytime. Or say nothing, and I'll keep going. Whatever you want."
Aoi's eyes shimmered.
"I want… to feel desired," she said softly. "Just once."
Mika leaned in — slowly, slowly — and brushed her lips over Aoi's cheek. Then her jaw. Then finally her mouth.
The kiss was feather-light.
When she felt Aoi lean into it, Mika deepened the kiss, gently parting her lips, licking softly into her mouth. Aoi moaned — quiet and startled — as their tongues met for the first time.
It wasn't rough. It wasn't fast.
It was sweet.
Mika's hand slid to Aoi's waist. She let her fingers rest there, waiting.
Aoi nodded.
And Mika began to undress her.
Button by button, she opened Aoi's blouse. Underneath was pale skin and a simple black bra. Mika kissed the top of each breast before easing the straps down.
When the bra came off, Aoi inhaled sharply.
"You're beautiful," Mika whispered.
She kissed one nipple. Then the other. Then drew one gently into her mouth and sucked.
Aoi gasped.
Her back arched slightly. Her fingers gripped Mika's shoulders. "Ohh… I didn't know it could feel like that…"
Mika smiled against her skin and sucked harder — slow, warm pressure, her tongue circling the tight peak. Aoi trembled under her, letting out a soft moan.
When Mika knelt in front of her and began to undo her jeans, Aoi froze for a moment.
"You okay?" Mika asked gently.
Aoi looked down at her — cheeks flushed, lips parted.
"Yes," she whispered. "I want to feel your mouth."
Mika slid her jeans and panties down together, revealing Aoi's full, untouched sex.
She looked soaked.
Mika leaned in and pressed a soft kiss just above her clit — reverent, like worship. Then another. Then one lower.
Her tongue flicked between the folds, slowly parting them, tasting her.
Aoi cried out softly — not from pain, but from shock. Mika had never heard a sound quite like it.
"F-Fuck… Mika… oh god…"
Mika licked up and down her slit, savoring the taste. It was fresh. Sweet. Slightly tangy. Arousing.
She flattened her tongue and pressed it against Aoi's clit, licking in slow, rhythmic circles.
Aoi's hips jerked.
Her thighs squeezed around Mika's head. "Ohh—oh god, don't stop…"
Mika didn't. She moaned into her pussy, letting the vibration roll through her tongue as she sucked, teased, tasted her — gently at first, then firmer, more insistent.
Aoi's hands tangled in Mika's hair.
Her voice broke. "I'm—I think I'm gonna… I think I'm—!"
Mika flicked her tongue faster, focusing on that sensitive spot, pulling back just slightly to let her lips close around the clit.
Aoi came suddenly, gasping, shuddering, her body tensing and releasing in waves. Her moans filled the room — high, breathless, honest.
Mika kept licking, slower now, easing her through the tremors.
When she finally collapsed backward onto the pillows, chest rising and falling, she reached for Mika's hand and pulled her close.
"You didn't even take anything off," she whispered.
Mika smiled. "Tonight wasn't about me."
Aoi looked at her with tear-bright eyes. "No one's ever made me feel like that before."
Mika brushed her hair away and kissed her cheek. "Then let's make this your beginning."
They lay together in silence.
Two women. No performance. No masks.
Just skin. And trust. And something new blooming quietly in the dark.
END OF CHAPTER 8
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