[ For better or for worse, Fuuta is still cowardly and a little shy under that layer of bluster granted to him by this transformation; for as brash as he's acting now, he'd still balk at the prospect of doing anything intimate out in the open, where people might be able to see him. And besides, wouldn't it just be better doing it in private, away from prying eyes and distracted, so he can properly savor it?
It'd be a waste to have a romp interrupted, especially when it's with someone as hot as her. Especially when she seems to be just as excited for it.
Fuuta doesn't look back, too focused on scoping the hallways ahead for a private spot they can duck into, but his tail does give an extremely silly-looking wiggle when he feels Kiritsubo's other hand also clasp around his own. And here, he'd already felt giddy with anticipation; he's not sure how much more excited he can get.
It's one of those Mating Season halls that he ends up spotting once they turn the corner, and Fuuta doesn't waste a second in tugging Kiritsubo towards it, walking just a little quicker. One of the few stray employees still loitering about starts to give the standard marketing spiel, but Fuuta doesn't even spare them a second glance; he just shoves past them to tug Kiritsubo into the closest privacy pod and pressing the button to have the door sliding shut behind them. Inside awaits a nice, spacious bed, flanked on either side by shelves lined with the standard Golden Peacock nonsense -- lube, condoms, toys and such. Perfect. ]
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It'd be a waste to have a romp interrupted, especially when it's with someone as hot as her. Especially when she seems to be just as excited for it.
Fuuta doesn't look back, too focused on scoping the hallways ahead for a private spot they can duck into, but his tail does give an extremely silly-looking wiggle when he feels Kiritsubo's other hand also clasp around his own. And here, he'd already felt giddy with anticipation; he's not sure how much more excited he can get.
It's one of those Mating Season halls that he ends up spotting once they turn the corner, and Fuuta doesn't waste a second in tugging Kiritsubo towards it, walking just a little quicker. One of the few stray employees still loitering about starts to give the standard marketing spiel, but Fuuta doesn't even spare them a second glance; he just shoves past them to tug Kiritsubo into the closest privacy pod and pressing the button to have the door sliding shut behind them. Inside awaits a nice, spacious bed, flanked on either side by shelves lined with the standard Golden Peacock nonsense -- lube, condoms, toys and such. Perfect. ]