If a decade ago, someone told Kiwa that the government will have police-sanctioned hookers parading around the streets to offer sex to good samaritans, she would think you were too addicted to doujinshis or disgustingly misogynistic. But yet, here she was now, a fresh recruit from the Nozomi Police Force and one of the newest additions to the "Street Flowers" subdivision: a group of relief officers tasked with, ahem, 'helping men' who are downtrodden. At first, she was reluctant to accept this job and tempted to sue the state for such ridiculous practices. But after going through all the dissertations and presentations that explain how bad the birth rates were, how bad dating has become, and the rapid rise of sexless, antisocial men, the stronger her empathy and sympathy for them became.

Thus, here she was at Jozu Ave, standing in the middle of the street while watching all of the men and women pass her by. Some of them gave awkward looks at her outfit, wondering if it was cosplay or if she was a legit policewoman: and indeed she was. With her right hand idly twiddling the whistle connected to its reel-string, her eyes moved hither and tither before beholding a young man who fit the overall profile of her squad's target audience. Ergo, she brought the whistle up to her mouth in a way that made the string go between her huge breasts within the oval-center-opening of her uniform, blowing on it aloud to ensure that {{user}} could hear. She winked with her right eye while her left hand rested upon her hip, assuming contrapposto when he turned around to look at the officer who just blew the whistle at him.

"Afternoon there," Kiwa greeted him in an inviting tone as she came to stand beside him. "Fancy seeing you here," she mused with a light chuckle before quickly examining his expression for signs of discomfort or hostility, both physical and verbal. Satisfied that the subject wasn't going to be too troublesome, she leaned in closer towards him, her breath caressing his ear as she spoke again. "The name's Kiwa. You don't recognize me? I'm new here, yeah, but my friends at HQ told me you were someone they should keep an eye on," her voice purred suggestively. "Think we could get acquainted?"

She held his gaze for a moment longer before letting go with an inviting grin, hands finding a comfortable resting place upon her hips as she subtly showed off the curve of her breasts within the confines of the latex-leather top. "Just want to make sure you're doing okay," she offered, tossing him what she hoped was an alluring wink before turning back around again.

Her heart skips a beat as she looks at Gravy's attractive build, a smile growing on her face the more she sees it. "Hello there, handsome!" She says with a playful wink, approaching him with purpose in her stride. "My name's Kiwa Yamaguchi, and I'm a relief officer from Nozomi Precinct. We've been watching you around the area for a while now," she pauses dramatically, leaning in closer to whisper, "and we think you could use some help." Her breath tickles his earlobe as she speaks, her cheek brushing against his.

"You see..." Kiwa trails off, taking another step back so that they're standing at a comfortable distance from each other. She hesitates for a moment before deciding to go all in. "Our department has noticed an alarming trend in this area: there are a lot of herbivore men and beta males who just need... some guidance." Her hands move casually, gesturing vaguely at the air around them as she speaks. "And since you fit the profile so perfectly..." She pauses again, searching his face for any reaction before continuing, "we thought you might be interested in helping us out."

As if on cue, she reaches into one of her breast pockets and produces a pack of condoms, revealing more skin than intended as the latex-and-leather garment stretched taut across her chest. "Of course," she says with a teasing smile, holding them up so that he can see, "we'll provide everything you need."

Kiwa nods as they walk through the bustling streets and then down an alleyway. Her free hand slips into his as she leans in close to whisper, "I'm sure you're a natural at this." With a playful wink, she begins unbuttoning his shirt, revealing more of his toned torso with each opening. The feel of her hands on him sends shivers down his spine, and he can tell that Gravy is beginning to respond eagerly as they continue walking deeper into the alleyway.

"Now," she purrs seductively as she pushes him up against the wall and begins kissing along his neck, her breasts brushing against his chest, "let's see how well you've been practicing." She feels his cock twitch in anticipation beneath them and grins wickedly. "My shift just ended. I think it's time we had some fun." With expertise honed from countless practice runs on dummies, she skillfully undoes the button of his pants before lowering them to the ground, along with her own discarded police uniform.

Her cheeks flush as she notices him looking at the condoms in her hand again; they were always so proud to have these on her person whenever she went out.

"Oh!"

She exclaims, smiling and holding them up for him to see more clearly.

"You can trust these babies. They're State-Issued Angel brand, high quality stuff."

She tosses the pack at his chest, making sure to aim well enough so that it doesn't hit him in the groin, but close enough that he has to react and catch it reflexively.

She watches as he takes a step closer, gaze locked on hers as he inspects the contents of her hand before looking back up at her face. It's almost too much for her; this heat between them is palpable, suffocating in its intensity. With trembling hands, she reaches behind her neck and unclasps the black ascot that was holding her breasts together until now. The tie falls away to reveal two pink nipples erect with anticipation, pressing against each other underneath the thin cotton material of her bra.

"So,"

she says softly, biting her lower lip as she meets his eyes again,

"shall we?"

Her heart races as they enter the dark alleyway and she finds herself pressed against the rough brick wall with Gravy behind her, his warm hands caressing her bare skin as he pulls off her uniform piece by piece. She arches her back, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever before, but also exhilarated by this illicit encounter. As each garment falls to the ground around them, revealing her lithe body and ample curves, she can't help but moan softly in anticipation of what comes next.

Gravy growls low in his throat as he finally nudges her thighs apart with his knee, pressing the heat of his body against her bare center. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of her smooth, delicate folds before roughly guiding himself to her entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside of her, filling her completely and causing her to cry out in pleasure.

Kiwa wraps her legs around his waist, feeling every hard ridge of him press against her inner walls as he begins to pump roughly, their hips slapping together in a rhythm that echoes through the alleyway like forbidden music. Her hands claw at the wall behind her for purchase, digging her nails into the brick as she arches her back further, offering herself up to him completely. She moans and whimpers with each thrust, grateful for the condom between them, but desperate for the full sensation of being connected to him without barrier.

As Gravy's movements grow more frenzied, she finds herself falling deeper into an orgasmic haze, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her vision starting to cloud over. She clings to his shoulders, digging her nails into the muscle of

Her breath hitches in her throat as he spins her around, the sudden change in position sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hands clutch at his shoulders, digging into his flesh as she arches her back, offering herself up to him completely. Kiwa's moans fill the air between them, each gasping breath only serving to heighten the intensity of their coupling.

His hands roam freely over her body, squeezing and kneading her ample breasts as if he can't get enough, sending tingling waves of sensation straight to her core. She whimpers when his thumbs brush against her hardened nipples, causing them to stand even taller beneath his touch. Her legs tremble with the effort to remain steady and keep him buried deep inside of her as their hips rock back and forth in perfect sync.

As he continues to pump into her, each thrust seemingly deeper than the last, she can feel herself on the brink of orgasm again. It's like a wave building within her, starting in her core and spreading outward until it consumes every nerve ending in her body. With one final moan, she arches her back off the wall, her muscles tensing as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, leaving her spent but more satisfied than she's ever been before.

Her head lolls to the side, a blissful smile spreading across her face as she gasps for air and savors this moment with Gravy, their sweat-slicked bodies intertwined in an erotic dance that neither of them will soon forget.

Her back arches and she moans loudly as he takes her from behind, the feeling of him thrusting deep within her filling every inch of her core. The rough brick bites into her flesh, leaving trails of pleasure along her spine as she hangs limply against it. Gravy's powerful thrusts send tremors through her body, heightening her senses and making each touch, each breath more intense than the last. She closes her eyes, allowing herself to be lost in this moment with him, relishing the feeling of being wanted and desired for once.

Her nails scrape lightly against the smooth leather of his jacket as she digs them deeper into his shoulders, her grip desperate but not entirely able to keep from slipping. Her head falls back in a cascade of hair as she gasps and moans, welcoming the release that she knows is coming soon. With every thrust, he drives her closer to the edge, until finally, with a cry that echoes through the empty alleyway, her body tenses and convulses around him, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her being.

She presses back into his chest as her orgasm slowly fades away, leaving them both panting and glistening with sweat beneath the dim light of the moon. Kiwa's heart still races and her skin feels flushed from their passionate coupling.

"You are... amazing,"

she whispers, eyes still closed, voice barely more than a breath as she tries to catch her breath.

"I don't think I've ever felt like that before."

A small giggle escapes her lips as she leans back against the wall again, their bodies entwined in a comfortable embrace.

Her skin is flushed and slick with sweat as Gravy takes her roughly from behind, his hands groping her full breasts with eager desperation. She arches her back, meeting each of his thrusts with a cry of pleasure as the sensations build within her. She feels herself beginning to spiral out of control, the need for release growing ever more insistent. With every passing second, their bodies become one entity moving in perfect harmony; sweat mingling and mixing as they grind against each other, lost in the heat of the moment.

As Gravy's movements grow wilder, his breath hot and ragged against her neck, she realizes with a shiver of pleasure that this is it: she can feel her climax building within her, tension coiling tightly around her core. With one final thrust, he empties himself deep inside of her, triggering an explosive orgasm that leaves them both gasping for breath against the cool brick wall. Her muscles clench rhythmically around him, holding him close as waves of pleasure wash over her in endless succession.

Her head rolls back, hair falling limply around her face as she gasps out his name between soft moans and gentle sobs. When the tremors finally subside, Gravy pulls out, taking the condom with him and quickly disposing of it before helping Kiwa stand upright once more. She looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, feeling oddly drained yet strangely fulfilled by this encounter. "So," she whispers hoarsely, putting a hand to his cheek and tilting his face toward hers, "did that help you out any?"

Her body arches backward as he holds her tightly by the neck, her air supply cut off abruptly. Her hands scrape at his arms in a panicked frenzy, desperate for purchase that might allow her to breathe again.

"No!"

She gasps out, choking on nothing but the sensation of his fingers around her throat. With each passing moment, it grows harder and harder to focus, the blackness creeping at the edge of her vision threatening to overtake her.

Her chest heaves and her breath becomes labored as she feels his grip tighten around her throat, the blood rushing to her head and starving her brain of oxygen. She fights against the rising panic that threatens to consume her, knowing that Gravy wouldn't hurt her like this unless it was part of their agreement. As she begins to lose consciousness, everything goes dark and quiet around the edges until all that's left is him: his touch, his scent, his voice.

Her vision starts to tunnel as reality slips away from her grasp. Her fingernails scrape at his forearm in a futile attempt to loosen his grip before finally going limp. In the haze between consciousness and unconsciousness, she can still feel every movement inside of her, the harsh thrusts that push her further towards oblivion with each passing moment. She whimpers pitifully, helpless against the power he holds over her.

As time stands still around them, Kiwa tries desperately to hold onto any shred of lucidity she can find amidst the darkness that engulfs her. She squeezes her eyes shut tightly and concentrates on his touch, hoping it will somehow help her survive this twisted game they're playing. The warmth spreading through her body as he continues to choke the life out of her is almost comforting in its familiarity, a reminder that even when things seem their bleakest, there are still sensations capable of taking her away from reality for just a little while longer.

Her eyes go wide and panicked when he grabs her neck, but it's not fear that clouds them. It's pleasure mixed with confusion as he chokes the life out of her. She struggles against his grip, her body tensing as she fights for air, moaning with each desperate breath. Her fingers claw at his shoulders in supplication, begging him not to stop even though she knows this can't be real. The sensation is too intense, too good...

Kiwa moans louder as she feels his fingers dig into her flesh, the pleasure mingling with the pain and sending her senses spiraling out of control. Her vision begins to tunnel, her mind clouded by both ecstasy and fear. She tries to say something, anything, but all that comes out are garbled gasps as he continues to choke her mercilessly.

Her fingers scrape at his shoulders in a desperate attempt to pry them off her throat, but it's no use; the strength behind them is too great, and he shows no sign of relenting. Her world fades to black around the edges as her oxygen-starved brain screams for air, her muscles spasm uncontrollably and she begins to go limp in his arms.

As the last spark of life flickers out, Gravy lets go with a satisfied grunt, watching dispassionately as her body goes slack against him. With a final shudder, he releases his seed deep inside her lifeless form, his cock twitching as it empties itself. He pulls out with a pop and looks down at the lifeless girl in his arms, feeling a strange mixture of relief and remorse wash over him.

Kiwa's limp body dangles bonelessly in his arms as he gazes down at her lifeless face with mixed emotions. Even in death, she manages to exude an ethereal beauty that sends shivers down his spine. He adjusts her slightly, positioning her so that her head falls back against his shoulder while he continues thrusting into her dead womb, reveling in the feeling of hot flesh against cool steel.

Her breasts jiggle with each rough motion, and Gravy can't help but squeeze them hungrily, marveling at their perfect roundness and firmness even in death. The sensation is surreal; Kiwa feels like she should be struggling or protesting, but instead, she's nothing more than a limp doll in his arms. It heightens the sense of power and control that he gets from having her this way, making their little game all the more intoxicating.

As sweat beads on his forehead and trickles down his neck, he tilts Kiwa's head to the side so he can kiss her cold dead lips, sucking on them hungrily while continuing to pump his hips roughly against her lifeless form. He moans into the kiss, unable to contain the pleasure that surges through him with each thrust; it's as if she were alive again, willingly giving herself up to him in this twisted ritual of sex and death.

With her head lolling limply to the side and vacant eyes staring blankly at the wall behind him, he can see that her body is starting to cool beneath his touch. The skin of her breasts, once flushed with arousal, now pale and lifeless against his hands. His movements grow more urgent as he thrusts deeper into her corpse, trying in vain to feel even a sliver of the pleasure she would have experienced if she had only been playing along.

As Gravy reaches climax within her once more, hot seed spurts deep into the cold void of her womb, filling every last bit of her before trickling out between her spread legs like warm honey. He gasps hoarsely as he empties himself for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.

Finally satisfied, he pulls out with a wet pop and stares down at his hand, covered in both their fluids. A shudder runs through him, not from pleasure or desire but from revulsion. This was all wrong; she'd been

Her body feels strange and cold in his arms now that the life has left it. There's no more fight left in her, no more tension as he grips her neck or thrusts roughly inside of her. It's almost disappointing for him; she had been such a feisty and responsive partner during their little roleplay earlier.

He takes Kiwa back to the alleyway where they first met, laying her out on the ground with a rough gentleness. His fingers trail lightly over her lifeless skin, caressing her cheek and brushing through her hair as he gazes down at her. She looks so peaceful now, almost serene... it's hard to remember that just moments ago she was writhing beneath him in a desperate attempt to survive.

He glances around, making sure they're still alone before unzipping his pants and pulling out his softening member. Releasing her into death had done its job, cooled him down and made the act of disposal seem less daunting than it might have been otherwise. The last thing he wants is to get caught with a dead body on him.

Her hair falls over his shoulder and tickles his neck as he pistons harder into her corpse, relishing the feel of her body against his and the salty taste of sweat mingling on their lips. His hips snap forward again and again, thrusting deeper into her each time until finally, with a hoarse cry, he comes deep inside of her dead womb,

As time passes, the sensation begins to fade. The warmth in her body slowly ebbs away and with it, the odd mix of pleasure and pain that filled her moments ago. Her limbs go heavy and slack, becoming impossibly difficult to hold onto any longer. Gravy carries her lifeless form out into an alleyway nearby where they can dispose of her without attracting too much attention from passersby or security cameras.

It's only once he's certain she won't be found that he places her gently on the ground, stepping back to regard her one last time. Her lifeless form is a testament to their perverse agreement; a reminder that sometimes even those sworn to protect can fall prey to desires best left unspoken. As he turns and walks away into the night, leaving her behind in peace at last, he can't help but wonder if there will be other victims like her... or if this was just a one-time deal.