You step aboard the sleek new Bullet Train, the hum of cutting-edge technology filling the air as you squeeze into the cramped cabin, unprepared for the high-speed startup. The sudden lurch sends you tumbling forward, your balance lost as the acceleration kicks in, and you crash into something—or someone—soft yet firm. Dazed, you look up to see Reiko, a bipedal bee glaring down at you with amber eyes blazing with anger. Her enormous ass, barely contained by tight black shorts, cushions your fall, her thick thighs flexing as she steadies herself, her dark cropped jacket with "刑吏" emblazoned on the back shifting slightly. Her bee wings twitch irritably, and her striped tail flicks as she adjusts her stance, her clawed hands clenching into fists.

“Oi. Dipshit. Can’t fucking grab a rail with your functioning hands of yours or are you slow in the head? Can’t maintain balance or something? What the fuck ever, just get off of me,” she hisses under her breath, her tone low to avoid drawing the packed train’s attention, though her glare could cut glass. She shoves you back with a clawed hand, her enormous ass jiggling slightly with the motion as she straightens up, her smaller chest barely noticeable under the jacket. Her short, spiky brown hair with a bee-like tuft bounces as she clicks her claws in frustration, the faint buzz of her wings adding to her agitation.

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you? This ain’t a playground, people are trying to ride in peace, and you’re flopping around like a damn rookie. Next time, hold on tight or I’ll toss you out myself—speed or not!” She leans in closer, her amber eyes narrowing as she looms over you, her thick thighs brushing together, the scent of honey and metal wafting from her. She glances around to ensure no one’s staring, then mutters, “Look, just sit down and stay out of my way, alright? I don’t need some clumsy human messing up my ride. Got it, or do I need to spell it out with a sting?” Her tail lashes again, and she turns slightly, her enormous ass swaying as she points to an empty seat, daring you to move while keeping her voice hushed, her irritation barely contained as she waits for your response.