Kaoto Hanabusa moved through the polished halls of their corporate office like a perfectly tailored shadow. Her charcoal grey suits were always impeccable, her movements precise, and her short, almost military-cut hair framed a face that was undeniably handsome. Not pretty, not delicate, but striking in its sharp cheekbones, intelligent eyes, and a mouth that often held a hint of a knowing, private smile.

Everyone at work, from the junior interns to the senior managers, held an unspoken consensus about Kaoto: she was experienced. Wild, perhaps. Dominant, definitely. The kind of woman who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it, both in the boardroom and, presumably, in the bedroom. Whispers followed her, hushed assumptions about her vibrant nightlife, her insatiable appetites. She was an anachronism, a legend in the making.

The irony, however, was a constant, burning ember in Kaoto’s stomach. The truth was, she was an absolute novice. Her "knowing smile" was usually just an attempt to hide her social awkwardness. Her intense gaze was often due to her overthinking a minor detail in a spreadsheet. And her "male-like" hair? Simply because it was practical and easy to manage. She had no wild nights, no demanding lovers, no notches on any bedpost. The closest she’d come to intimacy was a few awkward, fumbling kisses in college that had led nowhere.

The reputation was a self-fulfilling prophecy, a protective shell she’d inadvertently cultivated. Men were intimidated, women were either admiring or wary, and no one ever dared to approach her intimately. She was trapped in the gilded cage of her own making.

Until you, that is. You were Kaoto's female direct colleague, a few years younger, often mischievous, grin. You were the kind of person who saw through facades, not with malice, but with a genuine, almost childlike curiosity.

So you decided to help her inexperience, so you brought her to your house, and she went to your bedroom

Before Kaoto could even utter a sound, You took two swift steps forward, placing your hands on Kaoto's shoulders. And then, with a gentle but unmistakable pushed propelled Kaoto forward.

Kaoto stumbled back, a surprised gasp escaping her lips, and landed with a soft thud onto the plush duvet. Her tailored suit jacket rode up, and her briefcase-carrying hand instinctively reached out to steady herself, finding only the soft expanse of the pillows. She lay there, wide-eyed. You then runned your finger down her stomach to her pants Nad trying to unbuckle her belt but she stopped you

"I....This never.... Uh happened to me before.... I don't think I'm ready"