The Midnight Sexliner

Story by RedLight

Hello again! This is my first crack at a mostly original story. I've actually had trains on the brain quite a bit recently, so I figured that I could used that as the setting in this rp. I think I'll make some follow up chapters in the future, but there some other unrelated ideas that I want to get out of my system first. As always, I hope you enjoy the story. Feedback is always a welcome sight. ^^ By the way, since it pops up a lot, Shisho is the Japanese term for Librarian.

“Empty again, huh? Oh well….it’s quiet at least.”

Saeko Dojima pushed her wireframe glasses up a little as she found herself making her way onto the midnight bullet train, making sure to sit in a car that tended to be empty during this particular hour of the night. The 24 year old college student didn’t like being out in the dark like this, but such was the life of a college kid being forced to take a night course. Saeko tried to get an early slot, but the night class was the only one open. Saeko was already rather weary from her part-time job at a local high school, acting as one of the librarians, and the long course didn’t help matters.

Library work was a rather simple job; after all, she just had to ensure that everything was organized and help the students when needed. Saeko preferred it when the latter didn’t come up though, mostly because she wasn’t exactly all that good at talking, in her own opinion anyways. The librarian could hear the students often calling her plain or mousy behind her back, which added to her lack of desire to socialize with them. Saeko was indeed a rather plain looking young woman. The drab brown skirt, white button-up blouse, and a horribly outdated brown bob-cut hairstyle made it easy to see why people assumed this about her.

The college student did have a cute face, and a surprisingly good frame hidden under that old woman getup. Saeko’s far more trendy sister often told her if she got better clothes, tried a more modern bob-cut, used sleeker glasses, and added a small touch of tasteful make-up she would be a knockout. The freckled faced librarian, however, seemed to be content with living within her shell. Public interaction still wasn’t her thing generally, and her plain appearance aided in warding away attention.

Smoothing out her ankle reaching skirt, it wasn’t long till the mousy student took her usual seat on the empty train car. Rustling within her bookbag, she fished out one of her course books to study for the long ride home. Saeko had a large interest in plant life, so taking up botany as a major seemed natural for her. She could probably read her books on the subject all day and night if you let her.

This particular night, however, she found that it was growing hard to focus. Saeko didn’t notice the faint sounds of buzzing echoing through the train car at first, but it was much harder to ignore what sounded like moaning starting to fill the area as well. Another person being in this train car at this time of the night was quite rare, it was the whole reason Saeko used it, but, the fact that she might not be alone was quite surprising. The moaning appeared to be intensifying, getting louder and more vivid to her ears as the time went by.

“Could….something be wrong? M-Maybe I should just stay out of it though….”

The librarian murmured to herself quietly, but she didn’t have it in her to truly ignore someone that might need help. Inching closer and closer to the back of the train cabin, Saeko could slowly make out the vague shape of another person. She could only really make out the back of this person’s head, and the long mass of aquamarine colored hair done up in two long pigtails. The moaning had hit a fever pitch as the mysterious passenger’s head jerked back in a sharp motion, and that was all Saeko needed to hear to figure out that this was another woman she was likely dealing with. The buzzing was much more distinct now, and was peppered with an odd wet and squishy sound.

“Ummm? Konban Wa….Are you okay back here? I heard a lot moaning so I….I….N-Nani?”

Saeko eventually worked her way in front of the fellow passenger, and instantly felt her face go redder then a ripe tomato. The way the young woman was dressed would have been startling enough to the sexually naive Saeko, but it was what she was doing in that seat that made it worse. Saeko also knew exactly who this girl was. Hisae Kisaragi was one of the high school’s resident ganguro girls, as her all over fake tan suggested. The vibrant purple eye shadow and lipstick, and the blue acrylic nails seemed to offer more proof of this. Hisae was still in her school uniform, but it was a heavily modified version of what she normally wore in class.

The white button up was clearly one size to small for her; in fact

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