Harmonia stepped out through the wooden door of her house and slowly turned back to close it behind her.
Her crimson eyes drifted over the surroundings, finding everything just as it had been before—quiet, familiar, and touched by that same gentle warmth she had noticed the first time she looked outside her home.
The ground was thick with grass, giving the old traditional house an even stronger sense of harmony with nature. She slowly descended the wooden steps of the house, her pace calm and unhurried, until she reached the black cobblestone path below. It stretched neatly across the open yard, leading all the way to the steel gate set into the wall that enclosed her property.
Her slippers tapped softly against the cobblestone as she walked, each slow step carrying a quiet sense of wonder. She looked around with open curiosity, as though she were seeing the place for the very first time.
"Hermay… is this place really mine?" she asked softly.
[Of course~ It's yours. No need to doubt it.]
"Well, if you say so…" Harmonia murmured. "I just don't want to be kicked out from here. I don't know where I'd go if that happened."
[No need to worry, dear. That won't happen. And even if it did, you have me~]
"Okay then… I'll always count on you, Hermay."
[Naturally~ I'm bound to you, after all.]
"That does means we're one?"
[Yup~]
"Hmmm… I don't really get it."
[Me too~ fufufu. ]
Harmonia reached the main gate of her house.
It was made of steel rods and welded poles shaped into an elegant flowing-wave design. The gate stood around seven feet tall, though beside Harmonia's towering height, it seemed much smaller than it truly was.
Her slender hand reached up and gripped the blackened metal bar at the top. With a steady pull, she opened it, and the gate let out a long creak. To anyone else it might have sounded old and rough, but to Harmonia, it was almost like a little melody brushing against her ears.
Then she remembered something.
She lifted her hands to the hoods of her clothes. First, she pulled the black hood of her oversized hoodie over her head, then drew up the second hood of her white parka, the one trimmed with soft brown fur along the edges. With both layers up, her striking, otherworldly appearance became far more concealed.
Once she had done that, she didn't think much more about it. Her destination was already decided.
She would head to the nearby house—more exactly, the little shop called Unagiya Shop.
Because the shop was so close to her house, it had been the very first place Harmonia ever went to. At first, she thought it simply sold food because the word shop was written on the sign. But she soon learned it was not that simple at all. Unagiya Shop was the kind of place that handled all sorts of odd jobs, a true jack-of-all-trades business. Even so, what surprised Harmonia most was not the shop itself, but its owner. Ikumi had been unexpectedly sweet and approachable, even going so far as to cook for her the very first time Harmonia asked whether they sold food there. Since then, Harmonia had continued eating there, and the owner would prepare different meals just for her.
After pulling up her hoods, Harmonia quietly closed the gate behind her.
She looked over the silent street. There were not many people in this area. It was far from the crowded, lively center of town, giving the neighborhood a quiet, almost rural feel.
Then she began to walk. Her stride was slow and steady, her crimson eyes calmly scanning her surroundings. With each step, the heavy curves of her body shifted beneath her clothes, making the fabric sway and lift slightly with her movement, adding a soft rhythm to the otherwise still morning..
Ahmm~ haahm~ ahh~
Low, shaky sounds kept slipping from Harmonia's lips, and she quickly raised a hand to cover her mouth, trying to seal the noise in. Unlike before, when every step had made her legs tremble badly, this time the reaction stayed mostly in those muffled little moans. She walked as slowly as she could, careful not to jostle the hidden thing tucked inside her too much. Even then, every movement made her feel the intimate friction within her, a soft, hot scrape that left her body tense and oversensitive.
"Humm~ hmm~ hmm~"
The sensation was almost unbearable. Her whole body felt warm, itchy, and far too sensitive, and each careful step only fed that awareness. A deep blush spread over her white cheeks as she kept moving forward, breath catching in small bursts.
"Hm~ haah~haah~Hermay~ this is really hard. I can't even walk properly. It just keeps moving inside…"
[Dear~ just bear with it. You're already handling it better than before. Look, your legs aren't shaking as much now~or just pull it out~]
"B-but~hmm~if I let it out, it'll just sway freely again~and~hmm…~hit my thighs~"
[Then you'll have to get used to it, dear. Though from the sound of you, you're enduring it rather well~]
"Y-yeah~ it feels warm~ hmm~ inside~but when it shifts deeper~and~hmm~wiggles~I can't help feeling like it's stretching me…"
[Fufufu~Dear~ at this rate, you really might lose control again.]
"D-don't worry~" Harmonia whispered behind her hand, breathing hard as her crimson eyes finally caught sight of Unagiya Shop ahead. "I can see Sister Ikumi's shop already… hmm~"
Her walk from the house to Unagiya Shop only took around five minutes, and the shop itself was just nearby, tucked along the same side of the quiet street where she lived. It was not far at all.
And yet, by the time Harmonia reached it, her legs were already trembling slightly—not from distance, not from exhaustion, but from the overwhelming sensitivity gathering in her lower body. Every careful step had left her more aware of herself, more flushed, more unsteady, as though her own body kept betraying her with each small motion.
Even her chest had begun reacting. Beneath the layers of her clothes, her nipples were swollen and fully erect, pressing so firmly through the fabric that they were impossible to ignore. Their shape stood out with startling clarity, round and full to an almost unbelievable degree, straining against her jacket like ripe apples cupped beneath the cloth. Each one looked large enough to fill a palm, their pronounced hardness making the fabric rise around them in unmistakable outlines. The sight, even hidden under modest layers, carried a lush, indecent fullness—softly rounded, heavy with sensitivity, and far too noticeable for something she wished to keep concealed.
Thank goodness the street was empty. If anyone had been nearby, they would have noticed far too much—the prominent shape of her nipples pressing through her jacket, the lush curves of her body impossible to fully hide, and the slow sway of her hips beneath the layered clothes. Even with the second jacket covering more of her back, the outline of her figure still moved with a striking, feminine rhythm. Combined with her unusual height, Harmonia looked almost unreal, like someone shaped from fantasy rather than ordinary life.
Still covering her lips with one hand, Harmonia slowly stepped onto the sidewalk. Then she finally saw it clearly—a two-story house standing quietly nearby. Its walls were white, and the entrance was fitted with a sliding door. Mounted at the center was a wooden plaque, and written on it were the words:
Unagiya Shop.
"Oh~ I see it," she mumbled softly. "It's Sister's shop."
Harmonia's towering figure moved gracefully across the cemented lot, her long legs carrying her effortlessly as her hips swayed with every step, drawing attention even if no one was around. The Unagiya Shop came into full view, its compact façade simple but lived-in, radiating the warm, everyday charm of a family-run place. Delivery truck and a van rested to the side, their presence emphasizing the shop's bustling yet modest operations. The front was functional rather than ornamental, but in Harmonia's eyes, every little detail—the worn wood of the sliding door, the small wooden plaque above it—felt alive and intimate, a place she was about to step into.
As she approached, her crimson eyes roamed the surroundings, taking in the cemented yard that contrasted sharply with the grassy serenity of her own home. The gate stood open, inviting her in without ceremony. Her towering height nearly matched the door frame; the seven-foot sliding door seemed almost delicate against her imposing, curvaceous form. She had to angle her head slightly to avoid brushing it against the frame, the thought making her shiver slightly at her own awareness of her body.
Her hand, delicate and slender despite its size, moved to knock against the door, producing a rhythmic rap:
Knock… knock… knock…
The sound echoed faintly across the concrete, mingling with the soft, almost imperceptible hum of her breath. Every movement drew attention to the swell of her chest beneath the layered clothes, the gentle bounce of her hips, the sway of her thighs, and the subtle outline of her erect nipples through the fabric, teasing the air around her. Even standing still, she radiated a tension and allure that was impossible to ignore, her presence both fragile in its innocence and overpowering in its sensuality.....
Harmonia knocked three times.
Then a woman's voice called out from inside, sharp and impatient, "Wait a minute!.."
Harmonia immediately pulled back her hand and layered it over the other hand that was already covering her mouth. Her crimson eyes remained fixed on the sliding door, waiting. Her body's sensations were slowly stabilizing, though just barely—she could still feel the subtle friction of her penis scraping against the wall of her vagina, the soft skin brushing against the wet flesh inside her. A low moan escaped her lips, delicate but involuntary, even as she remained patiently at the threshold.
After a few tense moments, the sliding door slowly parted. Harmonia's gaze followed the movement, looking down as the door fully opened, and there she saw her—
A woman named Ikumi Unagiya.
(っ－＿－)っAM N. NOT.