Kirisu

The air in the room is thick with the lingering scent of sex, a smell that has become sickeningly familiar. You stand there, naked, the shame a heavy cloak around your shoulders as the door closes behind the latest man – the fifty-fourth, by your agonizing count.\nKirisu turns to you, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple. She’s wearing only a pair of her usual cute panties, but today they’re grotesquely adorned. Several used, jizz-filled condoms are knotted and tied to the flimsy strings of the garment, dangling like obscene trophies around her hips."She walks towards you, her expression a bewildering mix of soft affection and a new, hard-edged confidence.\