Seeing Fujiwara Reya indifferent, she turned her face towards the entrance of the couple’s café, pouting unwillingly, "If a guy is willing to take a girl to a place she can’t go alone, it’s quite a good impression booster, so could you take me there, senpai..."
Fujiwara Reya sighed.
Honestly, he didn’t care about the place, as long as there was air conditioning.
The couple’s café just had a more ambiguous atmosphere, he wasn’t afraid, but he still had to remind his junior in advance, "Once inside, don’t get too handsy."
Kasahara Asuka chuckled, clearly not taking his words to heart.
They turned into an alley where two housewives pushing strollers passed by from behind, looking at this young couple with an knowing glance.
The automatic door opened.
What lay ahead was a straight hallway about three meters long, decorated with large pots of Brazil iron trees on either side. Red carpet, pink and blue lighting. Fujiwara Reya braced himself, pulling the curious-faced Kasahara Asuka forward. At the end of the hallway was a black steel door, and above the door frame at an angle was a surveillance camera with a dark gray lens pointed at the two of them.
"So mysterious!" Kasahara Asuka exclaimed.
At that moment, a sweet voice came from a speaker above the door.
"Welcome, do you have a reservation?"
The voice was peculiar, as if the tip of a tongue circled against the lower lip, yet it felt soft and smooth. Although it came from the speaker, it still gave the impression of a woman inside striking a seductive pose, oozing sensuality.
"It’s our first time here..."
The voice paused for a moment.
Then, with a click, the iron door opened.
The stifling indoor air hit their faces, carrying a tropical scent.
"Please choose your service provider." The female attendant at the door quickly approached, holding a tablet in each hand, one displaying photos of escort women and the other host men. As the attendant’s fingers slid over the screens, she introduced, "Our most popular package is a 70-minute AF package for 38,000 yen."
Turns out this is a hidden escort shop masquerading as a couple’s café!
And it caters to both men and women!
"Hey, hey, senpai..." Kasahara Asuka tiptoed, leaning towards Fujiwara Reya’s ear and asked, "What’s the AF package?"
"How would I know, I’m a decent guy..." Fujiwara Reya muttered.
Japan’s adult industry has many terms known only to insiders to indicate the level of intimacy, like ’honban’ for full service, ’sotay’ for non-penetrative, ’NK’ for oral, and ’AF’ for bypassing the law through back doors, along with other terms born from fierce competition like ’NS’.
Ladies and gentlemen, don’t get it wrong.
Fujiwara Reya isn’t any insider.
He only learned these terms by accidentally getting involved with the Empress’s female boss.
"If you’re unsure who to choose, you can have a look at these..." The female attendant slid her fingers, and four seductive women in lingerie appeared on the screen, each looking sultry.
Among them, a woman wearing light purple lace lingerie, smiling knowingly in profile, was particularly eye-catching. Below her photo was the name [Shizuka].
"What are these for?" Kasahara Asuka asked curiously, "Are they the attendants who’ll be serving us?"
"These are for serving men," the female attendant smiled gently, "For serving you, they’re over here."
Saying that, she was about to slide to the other tablet displaying photos of hosts, but Fujiwara Reya quickly grabbed his junior’s arm, saying, "No need, we’re a couple, just give us a private room."
The female attendant looked up, confirming the expressions of both, then politely said, "No problem, but the private room has a minimum charge, whether you use service or not, we must charge for it, one hour is 60,000 yen."
"Fine!" Fujiwara Reya promptly took six 10,000 yen bills from his wallet and handed them over.
The female attendant swayed her hips as she led the way.
Her ponytail swayed behind her as she walked, yet her hips didn’t move an inch, unbelievable.
The layout of the first-floor lobby was similar to the couple’s café seen by the Empress, where sofa sets were separated by curtains, strange noises kept emanating from them, and the light was a constant pink-blue hue, the air foggy and humid.
Taking the elevator to the third floor, the corridor was lined with doors.
Occasionally, women in their twenties stepped out of rooms, wearing dark thigh-high socks and JK uniforms, their expressions either weary or disgusted, and their made-up faces resembling wilting flowers.
Fujiwara Reya turned his head, looking at the real JK beside him.
Sixteen-year-old Asuka was at an age where she was just beginning to independently explore the world. What would her future be like? He wasn’t quite sure, he just hoped her vibrant spirit wouldn’t develop in the wrong direction... Thinking about this, he held the girl’s hand, using a little force.