This choice: Asuka Fujimoto, the elegant beauty. • Go Back...Chapter #3Asuka Fujimoto, Elegance Incarnate by: bobob1   “How about this girl?” You pointed at a girl named Asuka Fujimoto. From her client request, it appeared that she needed help studying sociology. Based on her address, the apartment that she lived in was only ten minutes away.
“Sociology works for you?” Stacy asked you.
“Yeah, it’ll be fine. I mean, what kind of tutor would I be if I couldn’t handle any subject that I needed to?”
“I suppose so. I guess I’m just a little nervous about all of this.” Stacy shrugged, and her sisterly concern for you was painted all over her face. You smiled as wide as you could up at her.
“Everything will work out perfectly fine Stacy! You don’t have to worry about me.” Stacy stifled a laugh at seeing your goofy grin, and returned with a smile of her own.
Picking you up gently, Stacy grabbed her purse and walked out to her car with you. Keeping you in the cup holder for safe keeping, Stacy started up her car and followed the address to Asuka’s apartment. After an uneventful ten-minute drive, she pulled up in front of the modest but homely apartment, and carried you up to the front door.
Only a brief moment after pressing the door bell, someone inside swung the door open. It was a gorgeous Japanese girl in her early twenties, with piercing brown eyes, smooth tanned skin, and dark black, wavy hair that flowed to her shoulders. Her face was set in a pleasant expression, her lips curled into a quiet smile. She was wrapped in an elegant, form-fitting, purple yukata that enhanced her already stunning visage. She was the perfect embodiment of refined beauty.
“Greetings.” Asuka bowed her head slightly. “What can I do for you?” Her voice was soft and sweet, with the tiniest trace of an Asian accent.
“My…uh…name is Stacy Reynolds.” Stacy stammered a bit, nearly stunned into silence by Asuka’s blinding radiance. “This is my brother, Samuel, and your new private tutor!” Stacy held you out in her palm for Asuka to see.
Asuka gasped quietly, covering her mouth with one hand. She drew into herself a bit, a light blush appearing in her cheeks. You waved happily at her, trying to put the giantess at ease.
“My goodness…you are quite small. I’ve never seen someone like you before.” Asuka bent down, moving her head closer to you. Unconsciously, you took a step back, as the literally goddess’ face filled up your entire field of vision.
“Yeah…um…I was born like this.” You nervously explained. Sensing your hesitation, Stacy stepped in for you.
“His body is incredibly resilient, and extremely squishy. He can be squashed, stretched, and molded without any permanent harm. However, he still feels pain, so I ask you to take good care of him.”
“Of course!” Asuka stood back up, placing her hand against her heart. “I swear that no harm will fall onto Samuel. I will give him all of my attention.”
“Thanks. That means a lot.” Stacy placed her hand beside Asuka’s open palm, and allowed you to cross over onto your new client’s hand. “Since Samuel will be living with you until you no longer need tutoring, I asked him to simply text me when he’s ready to come home. I hope everything works out between you two.”
Giving you a reassuring wave, Stacy walked back to her car and drove home. Asuka waited until your sister’s car had vanished from sight, and then carried you into her apartment, closing the door behind her. The inside of her apartment was fairly standard fare, but with a few traditional Japanese items scattered about, like a kotatsu in the middle of the living room.
“Welcome to my apartment Samuel. It isn’t much, but I hope you make yourself at home.” Asuka informed you, walking slowly through her apartment. She passed the bathroom and a small kitchen, before coming to what you assumed was her bedroom. She delicately dropped you onto her huge, king sized bed.
“I’m sorry for wearing this.” Asuka motioned to her yukata. “I wasn’t planning on anyone coming over today. I haven’t even showered yet.”
“It’s fine. I’m sorry for dropping by unannounced.” You apologized, but Asuka waved her hand at you.
“Don’t apologize. Just give me ten minutes to take a shower and change into something more appropriate. I’d like to get started on our tutoring as soon as possible.”
You were about to reply, when you noticed a large, exquisitely detailed painting hanging on the wall of Asuka’s bedroom. The painting seemed to covey Asuka and another woman sharing a passionate and loving embrace, their lips locked together. Asuka traced your line of sight, and sighed happily when she saw the painting.
“That was a piece that I had specially commissioned. It’s a painting of my girlfriend and I, expressing our love to one another.” Asuka explained. You were a bit surprised to learn that Asuka was a lesbian, but it’s not like it bothered you at all.
“What’s her name?”
“My girlfriend? Her name is Sae Himura. She’s my age, and the most gorgeous girl in the entire world. We’ve been together for three years now.”
“What is she like? Kinda like you?” You inquired, hoping you weren’t coming off as too nosy. Thankfully, Asuka was more than happy to oblige your questions.
“Sae? Like me? No…she’s quite different. I’m a very…reclusive person. I like to spend time at home, resting in the security of familiarity and lost in my thoughts. Sae…is the exact opposite. She’s impulsive, reckless, and loves to go outside and explore the world. When she’s at home, she can be quite a handful to deal with. She’s a very flirtatious and play…” Asuka’s face grew very red, and she stopped talking.
“…Asuka?” You called up to her after a moment. Asuka shook her head, almost as if she was breaking away from recalling a fond memory.
“Regardless, Sae and I bring out the best in each other. And yes, Sae does live her with me, and we share this bedroom. She’s at work right now, but she should be home before too long. Hopefully after I get out of the shower. I’m a little worried about how she might act around you.”
That last statement scared you a bit, but otherwise this arrangement was shaping up to be simply and fulfilling for both you and Asuka. Finished with your questions, you let Asuka gather a change of clothes, and watched her disappear into the bathroom. Left alone, she laid down on Asuka’s extremely soft bed, and ran some sociology facts through your head, preparing yourself for the tutoring session to come.
Your eyes began to droop after only a minute or two, and you soon slipped into slumber land, your one-inch tall form barely noticeable on the massive expanse of Asuka’s king sized bed.
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