Toko Aoi Novels & Stories

I was a dwarf that loved smithing and creating new equipment of high quality. I never found much joy in anything other than metal work. I dedicated myself to crafting. I loaned a bit of money from the bank to start up my shop with a colleague. Her name was Aoi. She would take care of the store in the front while I crafted in the back. A few years passed, our business grew and we hired more people to work. It all went well thanks to my crafts and her excellent business skills.

We get to Trafalgar Square at 1.45 pm and sit beside the fountain waiting, Acre is on edge pacing while I sit relaxed but alert scanning the crowd but Lanna seems to have mastered the art of blending in the best making me wonder if she is acting or is actually that fascinated with the sights "Just look at thoughs huge lions Ocean," she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?"

But that's only what he thought. "What do you want to buy?" Aoi asked with a grumpy face as he stood beside Vivian in between the supermarket. Vivian looked at him "Do you not like me? "Man, you're dumb-- That's why!" He slipped his hands into his hoodie pockets. "Then, teach me." Vivian moved closer to him. "Teach you what?" He looked into her eyes. "Everything that needs to be learned. I want to learn everything a Japanese girl should know. Style, makeup, presentation--"

Please don’t tell them. Meanwhile, in the tent, Aoi is slowly taking off Alfi’s thick jacket and his white T-Shirt. Her breath is getting heavier that Alfi can hear it. She rubs his body slowly and she doesn’t hesitate to lick it and suck his nipple while stroking the bulge behind his jeans slowly. Alfi who feels his body is getting hot slowly opens his eyes and finds Aoi is licking his cheek. Alfi spontaneously backs away and exclaims, ”Aoi?! What are you doing to me?! Where’re the others?!”

The next day, he cornered Aoi by the toy chest. “Let’s talk business,” he said, dropping his cache like an arms dealer in a sandbox cartel film. “I’ll give you exclusive distribution rights to my entire Pocky reserve. You’ll be the only trader allowed to sell them—no competition. If—and only if—you guarantee me first dibs on tomorrow’s pudding cups.” Aoi raised an eyebrow, inspecting the offer like a true market shark. “Throw in the birthday gift coupon,” she said. “Done.” They shook hands like diplomats at a Cold War peace summit.