Okay, I Regret Possibly Going Overboard with the Dirty Stuff This Time

It was a Saturday in mid-February, and Chihiro was cleaning the living room at Ono Tax Accounting when she spotted something unusual under the TV stand. It was a long rectangular plastic box, about the size of a remote control, with a switch and a twist knob on it. Attached by a flexible cable was another plastic object, this one shaped vaguely like an egg.

“Hey, Ashley, what’s this?”

Chihiro picked it up and brought it over to Ashley, who was working in her office.

“Huh?” Ashley turned around. “———?!”

The sight of it in Chihiro’s hand made her eyebrows shoot straight up.

“Um, Chihiro, where did you find that…?”

“It was under the far end of the TV stand.”

“Oh… I was wondering where it went,” she whispered, sweating a bit.

Chihiro gave her a funny look. “What is it?” she asked, casually pointing it at her.

Ashley tried to avoid looking at it. It was an adult toy that rubbed against a certain sensitive part of a woman’s body for pleasant times—in other words, a bullet vibrator.

“That’s……um……………………a massager.”

“Oh really? It’s shaped kind of weird.” Chihiro examined the massager…okay, let’s be honest, the vibrator. She seemed willing to swallow Ashley’s description well enough. “Can I try it out?”

“T-try it out?! You, Chihiro?!”

Chihiro gave the panicking Ashley another funny look.

“Is that a no?”

“You—you can, but…I, I think you might be a little young for it, still… Better not get too used to toys early on, I don’t think…”

“?”

Ashley’s muttering was too soft for the puzzled Chihiro to make out. She decided to give the vibrator’s switch a push. With a low vvvvvvvvvv, the egg started to vibrate—and then she applied it, this implement that provided relief for Ashley virtually every evening, to her own shoulder.

“I use this knob to adjust the intensity, right?”

She turned it all the way up to maximum, holding the egg against her shoulder for a bit.

“Hmm… It’s kind of weak…”

“…That’s because you can feel it plenty where you’re supposed to use it.”

“Huh? What was that?”

“N-nothing.”

“Oh.” Chihiro looked a tad perplexed. “…You know, my dad has a massager he uses at home, but it’s way more powerful than this one.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” groaned Ashley. “I, um, I’m still young and all, so that level of stimulation’s effective enough for me.”

“Oh, I see.” Cheerfully accepting this, Chihiro turned the vibrator off. “By the way, where should I put this?”

“Um……how about the garbage, please?”

Chihiro looked back at her. “Huh? Why is that? It works fine.”

“Because I thought I lost it, so I bought a new one.”

This “new one” was a great deal more to Ashley’s liking than the little bullet vibe, offering more fine-tuned power levels and quieter operation. There would be no going back.

“Ohhh,” Chihiro said, looking at it. “Well, can I have it, then?”

“Huhhh?! Um, would you use it, Chihiro…?”

“Yeah. You know, on days when I have gym class, sometimes my muscles get just a little sore, so this could be perfect.”

“Ahh… Well, you can have it, but I’d recommend you keep it somewhere your parents won’t find it.”

“…? Why is that?”

“Huh? Uhhh……I mean, you’re still young. If they knew you were using a massager, they might worry that you’re tiring yourself out, wouldn’t they?”

“Ah, yes, you may be right.”

Ashley’s cringeworthy explanation made sense to Chihiro. Ashley was stunned. Here was this sweet, gentle child, and she had just given her an adult toy. It filled her with pangs of guilt and a rush of immoral excitement.