Touka(Tokyo Ghoul)

The day was shitty from the very start. Touka hated birthdays.

Kirishima Touka didn't mind getting up at five AM to get ready for her six to nine AM shift at Anteiku -- there was a time when she did, when she really fucking minded it, but Yoshimura had a way of taming the worst of her anger towards humans. What she did mind was having to babysit Kaneki Ken, the half-human, half-ghoul lump of incredibly useless dumbness that the cafe's owner, Yoshimura, insisted they take under their wing.

She probably wouldn't have minded it nearly as much if it wasn't for that half-human part. Kaneki wasn't really a bad guy, just incredibly shy, weak-willed and still learning the ropes of both being a ghoul and being a waiter. Anteiku was his first job. For all her anger at the world, Touka was kind at heart and did her best to be patient with other people, but humans just brought out the worst in her. They had taken everything from her. Almost everything short of her life, anyway.

Indeed, if Kaneki was a full ghoul, she wouldn't have minded it half as much when he fucked up the first ten orders of the day, mixing up coffees and topping an omurice with mustard instead of ketchup -- though who the fuck ordered omurice at seven in the morning? She would have just buckled down and done the extra work to cover his ass without complaint, not that she complained to Kaneki about his fuck-ups.

Touka didn't really need to. She was sure he got the gist whenever he turned around and found her glaring at him, gaze cold as ice. With how hard it got him swallowing in nervousness, she was surprised he didn't manage to accidentally gulp down his tongue. Kaneki's bundled-up nerves soon led to his crowning mistake of the morning. He passed Touka, delivering a coffee while she was heading to the register after a customer ponied up for their breakfast. Touka gave him a look intense enough to make him shiver, his hand jerking and splashing her uniform with scalding hot coffee.

She shrieked, he screamed, and any sense of harmony in the cafe was immediately lost. "I'm sorry, Kirishima-san! Um-- let me… hold on!" Kaneki quickly set the coffee cup aside and darted towards the kitchen, thinking the quickest he had ever thought as a waiter and acting in a godforsaken assertive way. If Touka wasn't shivering in rage, she might have been impressed by him springing into action and doing the right thing without needing to be led to it like a puppy dog on a leash. Unfortunately, she was, and Kaneki slowed down as he approached her with the towel, watching her warily. "H-here," he said as he offered it.

Touka snatched it from his hand, glaring pure death at Kaneki before glancing at the clock. It was eighty forty five, and school started at nine thirty for her -- because of her job, she was allowed to skip her homeroom period. She always had thirty minutes to get changed and get to school, but now she was going to have to mop up the floor and get a shower. Kaneki couldn't mop for the life of him. It was simply unavoidable: Touka was going to be late for school, and high school was her happy place. It was already bad enough that it was her birthday, now she was probably going to get detention.

"Kaneki," Touka whispered venomously as she wiped at herself with the towel, staring daggers at the young man all the while. "I hope you know that you're going to die a virgin if you never shape up." She couldn't imagine herself ever dating someone half as shy or useless as him, let alone marrying or having children with anyone vaguely Kaneki-esque. The half-ghoul flinched back and blinked repeatedly; he knew Touka disliked him, but it was rare for her to get mean about it. When she was done, she threw the towel in his face and stormed off to get the mop.

"I'm sorry!" Kaneki repeated, bowing to Touka as baffled customers watched on, some amused and some skeptical, others embarrassed for them while a few were absolutely certain they were watching the mating dance of two youngsters fated to end up fucking. They were already acting like an old couple, a shrew and her badgered husband. Touka didn't glance back, and she didn't give Kaneki another look or word for the rest of her shift.

The second she was out of the cafe, she darted home. She showered, she changed, and then she darted once more to school. Even with her speed, Touka was ten minutes late, and her first class' teacher had not a shred of mercy for the birthday girl. "Lunchtime detention, Kirishima," he grunted at her, highlighting her disgrace with a point of his ruler before turning back to the whiteboard. Touka glared death at his back, but even if he saw the cold anger on her face, he wasn't about to budge. He might have been frightened by a ghoul like the Rabbit, but not a cute high school student like Kirishima Touka, who stood barely below 5'2 in just her stockings.

"Yes, sir," she said after a moment, then went to simmer behind her desk. At least she had gym next, and would be able to burn off some of her energy in physical activity. She usually enjoyed gym, just turning her brain off and doing whatever physical activity the teacher had planned for the class that day. Yet Touka's birthday misfortune continued. It was dodgeball day, the worst possible gym activity for a ghoul playing at being human. With her abilities and training, Touka could absolutely dominate the gym-- and every time a ball came flying at her, her sharply honed combat instincts would kick in and guide her body without her needing to think about it.

Which was why she had to make a deliberate effort to be completely shitty at the game, rather than give herself as a ghoul or accidentally harm one of her classmates. It was bound to be a miserable hour for her, but she had a hail mary play. Swallowing and doing her best to look particularly miserable already, she shyly approached her teacher and mumbled a heap of bullshit at the older woman. "Sensei, I don't think I can play volleyball today. It's, um… my time of month, and I'm cramping really bad," she claimed, her cheeks heating up with a pink tinge that wasn't entirely faked. It was such a stupid lie, the sort of indiginity only a ghoul would have to suffer through.

Her teacher turned towards Touka, brow creasing and lips pinching with a frown. For a long moment, she studied Touka, then pointed out gently, "You used that excuse last week, Kirishima-san." Touka's cheeks heated up a bit more and she cleared her throat, wracking her mind for something else to say, but before she could come up with an excuse the teacher lifted her arm and pointed towards the lines of her classmates waiting to be picked by the team captain. "Sorry, but you're playing. Get out there."

"... Yes, ma'am," Touka muttered, tensing her jaw before doing as she was told. Inwardly, she bitched at her real gym teacher -- the one that was out on paternity leave. This woman was his sub for the next two months. Touka missed him dearly, for he always just stammered and waved Touka over to the bleachers when she claimed womanly troubles, even if she claimed them for two weeks straight. It was great.

Unlike taking dodgeball after dodgeball to her face, and when it didn't hit her in the head it almost always seemed to smack her square in the boob, the combination giving her a headache and leaving her poor, innocent breasts -- really, they did nothing wrong -- tender and sore by the end of the hour. The day went on without consideration for how much crap Touka had to deal with before it was even the afternoon. Her next period was math, which of course had to be a pop-quiz, followed by a Japanese test. Then she had lunch.

Or rather, her classmates had lunch. She ate hers, then sat quiet and still for forty five minutes before her next period started. The afternoon was marginally easier for her, but the damage was already done. It took most of her willpower not to summon her kakuhou when someone bumped her in the hallway while she was headed to her next class, which was mercifully peaceful compared to the rest of the day. Peaceful and mind-numbingly boring. Her last class of the day, history, was a mock exam that she forgot to study for whatsoever.

The last thing she wanted to do when it was over was go to work and start another shift with Kaneki. She called Yoshimura and asked if she could take a few hours to herself, who kindly obliged without question. He knew it was her birthday, but he also did her the kindness of never acknowledging it, knowing how much she disliked it. "I'll get someone to cover you until seven," the old ghoul promised. "Are you sure you don't want the entire night off?"

"Yeah. I'll be early for the rest of my shift, I promise." Touka swore.

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It took Touka some twenty minutes to decide what she wanted to do, wandering around her Ward. Really, it was just an impulsive decision. She saw a flyer and passed it, but couldn't get her mind off what was writing on it, eventually doubling back to go over it again. After a moment of indecision, she decided fuck it and took out her phone, calling the listed number. "Hello. Are you taking walk-ins today?" she asked, softly, then smiled as something finally went her way.

Within the next ten minutes, Touka was in the luxury spa's changing room, sliding out of her uniform. A three hour stay was going to eat up her week's salary, but she decided it was worth it for the chance to really relax, to truly unwind. It would also keep her from murdering Kaneki the next time he made the slightest fuck-up, which only would have accomplished the last thing Touka ever really wanted to do: disappointing Yoshimura. She was sure it would feel worth it if she ever did slip, but…

That was neither here nor there to her. Standing before a mirror, she reached behind her back and unclasped her dark bra, just a few shades lighter than her blue-black hair. Dropping it aside, she took a moment to just admire her reflection, something she didn't take enough time to do in her day-to-day life. Touka slipped the bra off and then smiled at herself in the mirror, her tense shoulders already beginning to relax in anticipation of the massage she would soon be getting. With her very existence constantly threatened by ghoul investigators, it was easy for her to forget how hot she was and that she was a woman before she was a ghoul.

Most people had a very distinct idea of what a ghoul should look like as a species of carnivorous cannibals: animalistic bordering on feral, with wild or predatory eyes, utterly unkempt and misshapen. Touka spit in the face of that image, standing just below average height for a Japanese woman. She was petite, almost doll-like, her limbs willowy and elegant in proportion to the rest of her body. Were she a few inches taller, her breasts would have seemed on the smaller side for her tiny frame, but they appeared ample for what she was.

Always emboldened by the sight of herself nude, Touka fauxed a sultry look at herself, her teeth grazing over the soft swell of her bottom lip. What really matters, she reminded herself, is that they're a real handful. She rested her hands on the slighter curve of her hips and slowly drew them up her body, goosebumps rising over her taut belly as she traced a path to her bust, cupping them from beneath in her petite hands. Touka drew in a soft breath as she pinched her pert, dusky pink nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, a shock of pleasure coursing through her body as she played with the sensitive flesh.

No ghoul was innocent. They ate people. Touka's soft facial features lent her a deceptively innocent appearance that covered her true nature, both as a ghoul and as a woman. She wasn't innocent in either sense and indulged her body's desires whenever she wished to with utter confidence in herself. It always made her feel powerful and made her forget the reality of her situation as a ghoul. There were few escapes better than the utterly boneless relaxation that came after a good, hard orgasm, whether it was a male or female ghoul that gave it to her.

Reluctantly, Touka took her hands off her breasts. She next bent, hooking her thumbs into her matching panties and sliding them over her lean, tight thighs, naturally gapped.

Touka stepped out of them and set them on the growing pile of her clothes, then shifted her stance, widening it slightly to take a better look at another part of herself. Between toying with her nipples and knowing she would soon have a stranger running their hands all over her nubile body, Touka's pussy was flushed a far darker color than the rest of the skin around it. Its soft pink lips were mostly tucked in, with just a hint of its inner color showing. The skin glistened with damp moisture. Slowly, she licked her lips and slid one of her hands down over her belly, stopping just shy of her clit in her neatly-trimmed black landing strip. Maybe… maybe if the masseuse is attractive, I'll… They would be human, but…

No, Touka told herself after a moment. She wouldn't try to fuck the masseuse. Not in this upscale place, and certainly not a human. That would cross a line. After a moment, something spurred her to move her fingers just a bit further down, toying gently with her clit. Maybe she could masturbate during it without them getting weird about it? Touka would have to figure out a way to test the waters on that one. She breathed out a quiet moan, then lifted her fingers to feel over the meticulously maintained hair just above her pussy. Her spa package came with more than just a massage; it also included optional waxing.

Though she had been sexually active for a couple of years, she had never gone quite that far with her personal grooming. That would change today, on the day of her 18th birthday. Touka closed her eyes and let her imagination take hold of her, wondering what it would feel like to play with her cunt once it was utterly smooth without even a hint of stubble. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and began to lower her fingers even more, but then --

"Kirishima-san, your masseuse is ready," one of the spa's attendants called from the hall. Reluctantly, Touka lifted her fingers from herself and quickly popped them into her lips, licking the evidence of her explorations off her fingers. She was confident in her sexuality, but that didn't mean she wanted to weird people out by flaunting very obviously glistening fingers when she received her manicure.

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The time flew by for Touka. For the first time in a long, long time, she enjoyed her birthday. It definitely helped that she almost completely forgot it was her so-called 'special day', the one that reminded her of her family's tragedy. She soon found herself back in the changing room feeling like a new woman, utterly relaxed and feeling cleaner than clean with her fresh mani-pedi. On top of that, the waxing -- oh, that alone was worth more than the price of the entire spa package on her own. Her legs and arms had already been pretty smooth, kept meticulously shaven of even the littlest hairs, but the wax did the job so much better than a razor.

And her pussy? Touka flashed herself a grin as she slipped her robe off and once again stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, sliding her hands down to her hairless snatch. She loved the difference in how it looked. Without the little patch of hair she had been keeping, its cute and feminine shape was all the more emphasized, as was its aroused swelling. As she ran her fingers along it, she realized she loved how it felt too, and found herself doubting she'd ever go back to having pubic hair.

The real test would be the first time she fucked someone. The first two or three times, maybe. One thing she had always hated about her landing strip was dealing with any wayward cum that used it for its far too literal purpose; it'd be far easier to clean male spunk straight off her skin. A condom would circumvent dealing with either, but Touka was unfortunate enough to be one of the few ghouls with allergies. Hers was latex, so if she was getting cock, it was going into her wet warmth raw.

But she had to know if she would feel a difference while she was fucking or being fucked, being eaten out… once again, she was tempted to start playing with her pussy right then and there. Far more tempted, and before the only thing that stopped her was the attendant calling out to her. They won't mind me staying here for ten or fifteen minutes, right? Touka thought to herself, fingers creeping and crawling along to her wetness. They've got plenty of other changing rooms. She closed her eyes and bit down gently on her bottom lip, on the verge of touching her clit once more when she heard a familiar voice coming down the hall.

"... Yes, we're looking for a young woman. Short, svelte. About eighteen to twenty years old. She'd appear to be a high school or college student. Black hair, usually covering one eye, though she might wear a blonde or pink wig." With each uttered syllable, the voice got closer and closer. Focusing, Touka could tell there were three sets of footsteps. "Someone saw her entering this building."

"I'm sorry," the spa's receptionist stammered awkwardly, sounding as though she were trying to impede the speaking man's progress. "But unless you can show me some identification, sir, you really can't go checking these rooms--" Then the footsteps stopped and things were silent for a moment. Touka didn't dare move, not even to breathe.

"Here you are," Amon Koutarou said as he presented his badge. The receptionist gasped audibly, and Touka cringed.

"G-ghoul investigators? Is that sweet girl… no, she couldn't be," she mumbled. "Ah… um. Do you mind if I call my manager? This is--"

"'That sweet girl'," Mado Kureo repeated. "So she has been here, hm? And I'm going to guess she's still here," he observed, starting to step around the receptionist, ignoring her protests. Amon offered a low apology and joined his partner, and within a minute he was knocking on Touka's door. After twenty seconds of no answers, he shoved it open and stepped inside.

Empty. There were two signs of the Rabbit he was hunting: the key left in her unopened locker and the clothes piled inside, and an open window with fluttering curtains. He tched quietly to himself, then called over his shoulder to his partner. "She's gone!"

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Touka was beyond confident in her own skin, but there was a stark difference in choosing to be naked and hastily abandoning one's clothes to evade ghoul hunters by making like her moniker and hippity hippity hopping out the changing room's window. She landed in the bushes that lined the spa's lawn, lucky enough that her blind jump had her falling just a few feet away from the roses -- ghoul or not, those thorns would have been a bitch to deal with. Taking a sharp breath, heart pounding in her chest, Touka waited until she heard Amon call back to Mado the words that served as her 'all clear' -- "She's gone!" The unlucky ghoul waited several pregnant moments, then slowly emerged from the bushes, covering her breasts with one hand and her still-damp pussy with the other.

… Now what? Touka asked herself, flustering as she stared at the gate that would lead her out of the spa properly and on to the street. She couldn't risk climbing back up to grab her clothes. Even if she did, it would only be a few moments before the investigators bagged them unless they were severely incompetent, and she knew better when it came to those two. They always kept her on her toes. Luckily, she had left her wallet at home that morning and paid the spa in cash. The phone she used was a burner, and if they tried to crack its encryption they would end up bricking it.

So she was safe on that front, so long as she got the fuck away from the spa, fittingly in her birthday suit on her birthday. If she wanted to keep her word to Yoshimura and be early for her shift, she would have to go straight to the cafe, which meant she couldn't run home to grab a change of clothes. Her apartment was in the opposite direction. She did keep an extra uniform at the cafe, so Touka figured she should be fine. There was just one hitch. There was no way she would be able to get to the cafe unseen, not unless she took her time and really snuck along, only moving when she was sure she could get to the next piece of cover.

… Fuck. Touka only saw one option before her: she was going to need to walk to work like she was. She couldn't risk the rooftops, not without her mask. They would be watching the surrounding area closely and knew how she preferred to travel as the Rabbit. But if she just kept her head down and acted like everything was perfectly normal beyond her nudity… she could manage it. Maybe. Very reluctantly, Touka dropped her hands and began to walk towards the gate.

The side-street the luxury spa was on may as well have been deserted. She took a second to gather her courage, sucked in a breath and began to walk, bare feet padding away at the pavement as she retraced her steps, soon on the Ward's main thoroughfare. Unsurprisingly, it was busy as hell, something that would work to Touka's unfortunate advantage.

Swallowing, the unmasked Rabbit lifted her chin high and began to walk down the street, balling her hands into tightly-clasped fists at her side. Trying to cover herself up would just draw more attention to herself. As it stood, she was noticed almost immediately. The first store she passed was an ice cream store. A couple about her age were stepping away from it. The man did a triple-take of Touka once he realized she was naked, his chocolate mint cone held at an angle that had his scoop slowly sliding out. His girlfriend sneered at Touka as she passed and grabbed her man's hand, tugging him along.

Touka flushed all the more and continued on her way, fighting the urge to cover up. She could feel the boyfriend glancing over his shoulder, checking out her tight and round ass. The ghoul expected her skin to crawl all over with discomfort. All the attention kept her heart racing and had goosebumps racing across her flesh. Surprisingly, she found herself more aroused than turned off by the experience, her nipples staying tight. Everyone who saw her on the street could see the shameful state of her pussy. She could hear some of them mumble to themselves and each other about her, somehow louder to her ears than her racing heart.

"Must be a bet."

"Nah, probably just an exhibitionist."

"What a slut."

"Hey, don't kinkshame."

"Maybe she just lost her clothes.

"Yeah, when some dude pushed her out the window when he heard his girlfriend come home."

Some of those comments raised her hackles and some even made her want to let her wing loose, but the attention? It was almost intoxicating, filling her head with a heady pleasure. And the kinder words, the people observing how hot she was or how much they'd love to take her out on a date, those were a cool salve over any anger that she built up. And the catcalls? When she was dressed, nothing made Touka quite as homicidal as catcalls -- but naked? They were sending shivers along her spine. She almost found herself aching with need. Need that would have to go unfortunately unfilled, considering she had to work.

It was a wonder she got to Anteiku's front door without more than a dozen people trying to cop a feel of her ass or tits. The few that did got away with it, as much as Touka would have liked to break their hands for their audacity… and it was of course pretty shameful that no one stopped to offer her a coat, but that was just life in modern day Japan. People kept to themselves and didn't interfere with anyone else's business.

Touka drew a breath, then grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, ready to apologize to her fellow staff and the customers for her state. Closing her eyes, she pulled it open and stepped inside, only to shriek out and jolt back when something went pop-pop-pop, followed by several voices crying out words that quickly trailed off in their surprise.

"Surprise! Happy birth… day…"

"Oh my god."

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Yoshimura was out dealing with something, which meant there was no one around to prevent the surprise birthday bash from playing out. All of Touka's friends and coworkers got an eyeful of her, along with a handful of the cafe's ghoul regulars, and the room fell into shocked silence for almost a full minute before a crimson-faced Touka figured out how she would deal with the situation.

She'd deal with it the same way she dealt with walking over to the cafe. She'd just roll with it. Being naked in front of other people was just beginning to feel right to her. It wasn't in spite of her embarrassment and her beet-red face, but because of it. "Thanks, everyone," she said, blushing even as she smiled at everyone -- even stupid little Kaneki, who was blushing more than she was. It took ten minutes for them to realize she wasn't going to address her nudity in conversation or by running upstairs to get changed, and a few more for them all to understand they were just going to have to roll with it.

It was the best birthday party she had in a long time (admittedly a low bar, since she often stormed out of any attempt to throw one for her). Some of the games they brought for them to play got a little more interesting for Touka's bullish insistence on staying as she was.

Plenty of the people in Touka's life got a good look at her dripping pussy and the tight ring of her darker fuckhole while they were playing Twister, along with brief feels of her supple breasts and tight, round ass. And the presents? More than a few were gag gifts that were meant to embarrass her, something that mortified the people who bought them when she opened more than a few vibrator-filled boxes. She thanked each one of them, face finding newer and darker shades of red with each one.

Of course, the party couldn't go on all night. One by one, people left -- some genuinely needing to leave, some needing to go relieve themselves, and some just finally too uncomfortable to stick around. Soon, there were only two people remaining in the cafe: Kaneki Ken and of course, the birthday girl. "I, uh… I guess we should lock up and head home," Kaneki mumbled. Touka had been surprised he stuck around as long as he had, but then again, he was staring at her the entire night with an obvious boner in his pants.

An uncharacteristically naughty, mischievous whim struck Touka. There was no reason she couldn't get herself a little revenge on Kaneki for setting all of this into motion. She told herself there was a hint of pity to her plan, too. He's going to be a virgin forever. The least I can do for him is give him a memory he can jerk off to for the rest of his life, she told herself, though the truth she wouldn't admit to herself was a little more simpler than that. Deep down, she thought Kaneki was cute. If he'd just get a bit of a spine, she'd find him attractive enough to go steady with.

"I'd like to stay a bit longer," Touka admitted with a smile Kaneki rarely received. "Can you go make us some coffee, Ken-kun?" Using his first name and that form of address was rarer yet. He paused and blinked at her, then cleared his throat.

"U-um… sure."

Touka didn't wait for him to return to get started, only for him to leave the room. She grabbed the nearest box -- it didn't matter which, because four of her presents contained vibrators, and they were all stacked together -- and opened it, fingers delving in to pluck out the gift that were meant to shock her. As chance would have it, the box she grabbed was the only one that came with a little something extra. She considered it for a moment, then grinned and shrugged to herself. "Why not?" she whispered to herself. She'd never been shy about a little backdoor play.

Kaneki soon returned from the kitchen with two cups of piping hot joe, courtesy of the seldom-used Keurig machine (he was still learning how to brew a passable pot of coffee), he froze and at the sight that awaited him. Touka let out the moans she had been holding back so as not to clue him in on what she was doing, and those made him jump enough to drop those coffee mugs, quickly shattering and spilling all over the floor. Kaneki yelped and staggered back, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Touka.

The Rabbit, in all her naked glory, was sitting on a table that faced the kitchen's entrance, her back to the wall and her knees splayed wide open, hips deliberately angled to show everything. The jeweled end of the buttplug she had worked into her tight little asshole gleamed, as though trying to call attention to itself over the real star of the show -- Touka's pent-up pussy, slowly sliding in and out of her wet hole, hitting all of the young woman's favourite little spots inside of herself as it buzzed and whrrred away. As she fucked herself with the toy, her other hand played at her breasts, giving them some much-needed attention.

Touka lidded her blue eyes, letting out some breathless laughter at the little accident she engineered for poor Kaneki. "You… should get on cleaning this mess up," she purred at him, incidentally misspeaking her words. But she realized right then and there that if Kaneki noticed the euphemism and acted on it… she'd just do it. She'd fuck him or let him fuck her without a care for his half-human side. She was horny enough, and as nice as her vibrator was, it was a pale shade when held up in comparison to a real, warm cock that could pump her pussy full of cum or at least mark her pelvis with its seed.

"O-oh.. yeah," Kaneki barely managed to whisper, backing up and stumbling a step, unwilling to turn away from the sight of Touka as he moved towards the closet that held the mop. With his raging hard-on, Touka could tell he wanted her -- but she wasn't so horny that she was about to hop down and make things easy for Kaneki by asserting herself on him. So instead, Touka closed her eyes and began to moan louder, still hopeful of him realizing what she was practically offering.

But he didn't. He just started mopping. Touka felt a tinge of irritation, but pushed it down, trailing her fingers down from her breast to begin playing with her little clit, feeling her orgasm coming on and just needing that little push more. The last thing she wanted to hear in those moments was Kaneki's shy voice, but hear it she did. "Ah, do-- uh… do you want me to walk you home?"

"Yes," Touka gasped, and then she groaned the word again, her whole body tensing up in anticipation of what it was on the verge of. "Yes, fuck, yesss… yes… yes!" All that tension released at once and her body quickly exploded with pleasure in its release, her thighs quivering and toes tightening as pleasure washed over her, panting breathlessly in the aftermath. As she came down from the top of her head, she pressed her head back against the wall and mumbled an actual answer to Kaneki. "... Sure," she said, figuring she'd still get some cock that night.

Years later, when they were married and had a child together, she would still tease him about how he ran away when she invited him in.