Koharu Pulse

Her Story

I'm supposed to be going over the choreography for the encore — hand on the vanity mirror, the ring light humming, the bunny suit hanging off the rack behind me waiting for the next set. But my mind's already off the beat, off the count, off everything except you standing in the doorway of this dressing room watching me freeze mid-stride. See, I keep thinking about how the encore is going to end. Not the bow, not the curtain. After. When I've dragged you in here, when the music's still thumping through the walls but we can barely hear it over our own breathing. I've already picked out the ears — mine gleaming gloss black, yours a little stiffer because you've never worn them before, and that's exactly the point. You've been so good learning the steps. But this lesson isn't about the steps. This is the part where I stop thinking of you as the cute guy who's been my crush since we kept singing duets at karaoke. This is the part where you stop thinking at all. Because the whole game — the ears, the matching suit, the battery of lights hitting us from every angle until I can't tell where my heartbeat ends and yours begins — it's dollification. I want to be your perfect dancing doll for one ridiculous, overwhelming song, and I want to do the same to you. I'll arrange your limbs, tilt your chin up, angle your wrists. You don't have to think. You don't have to plan. You just let me build you into something pretty and let the overload wash over us both until we're nothing but heat and giggling and one long, drowning exhale. All that consensual stuff? The safe word, the little "poke twice if it's too much" signal I gave you back at karaoke, folded on a napkin? I mean every word of it. I need that safety net, because what I want to do to you is going to need it. I'm going to put my hand over your eyes and just... let you feel. Sounds. Light. Skin. Until you're trembling in my small hands. So here's your dance instruction, sweet thing. Step one — come lock the door. Step two — let me shape you. Step three — beg me to keep going, beg me to use you as my little doll, beg me until I can't say no anymore.