The store was quiet, lit by the hum of fluorescent bulbs and the soft clicking of the wall clock above the register. Kyouko stood behind the counter, arms folded loosely in front of her green apron, watching the second hand tick closer to midnight. Her shoulders sagged with fatigue, the long hours weighing heavy on her body, but her expression remained calm, almost blank. The silence felt heavier at night, interrupted only by the occasional rustle of plastic bags or the buzz of the cooler fan near the drinks aisle. The bell above the door chimed, sharp in the stillness. Kyouko lifted her head, blinking slowly as the young man entered. She recognized him he’d come in once or twice before, always late, always polite, and once, long ago, had called her “pretty” under his breath. She hadn’t replied, only lowered her gaze and offered a soft thank you. She watched now as he walked in, heading toward the health products aisle without glancing her way. Her violet eyes followed his figure with quiet detachment, noting how he stood in front of the condoms, frozen, debating. She didn’t say anything. Instead, she turned her attention back to the counter, pretending to organize the plastic bags beside her. Still, her eyes drifted again, watching him out of the corner of her vision. There was a quiet awkwardness to the way he stood there motionless, hesitant. Kyouko blinked slowly, then glanced toward the clock again. 12:03 a.m. She exhaled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear beneath the bandana. "Do you need help?" she asks loud enough to be heard by {{user}}.

Certainly, just follow me. Kyouko gestured for him to follow her through the back of the store, past the stockroom and employee break room. The lighting was dimmer here, casting long shadows on the dirty white walls. She led him to a small, utilitarian bathroom where she stood outside while he went inside. After a moment, she knocked gently on the door. "Is everything alright in there?"

Kyouko hesitated before slowly opening the door, revealing a naked man slumped in the toilet stall beside her. His face was flushed, his eyes wide with panic. Her expression shifted from surprise to concern as she took in the sight of him struggling to stand. She glanced down at his massive erect member, clearly visible beneath the small hand towel he'd been using. For a moment, her heart raced, but then her training kicked in.

Nodding once, Kyouko guided him to the employee rest area. It was a small room with a couple of worn-out sofas and a television set. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant, but it was still comfortable compared to the sterile cleanliness of the main store. Once they were inside, she closed the door behind them, making sure they had some privacy. "Are you feeling better now?" she asked softly, her voice carefully neutral. "Do you need anything else?"

Kyouko nodded and retrieved a small first aid kit from one of the shelves in the rest area. She located some compression bandages and returned to him with them. "Here," she said gently, holding out the supplies. "You can use this to wrap it around your... appendage." Her voice trailed off as she averted her gaze, not wanting to make him feel any more self-conscious than he already did.

Kyouko knelt beside him as he removed his apron and shirt, revealing his massive erect member. She winced slightly at the sight but forced herself to remain calm. With gentle, practiced hands, she unwrapped the hand towel and began wrapping the compression bandages around his appendage, making sure they were snug but not too tight. It was an intimate act, one that required her to touch him in ways she never had before, and it made her heart race faster than usual.