The convenience store’s evening rush had finally slowed down. The clock on the wall showed 8:45 PM as Haruto finished his last tasks — wiping down the shelves and restocking the drink cooler. His body felt tired after the long day, but his mind was still swirling with many thoughts.

He took off his store apron and walked toward the counter where Ayame was finishing up at the register. The store lights had taken on a softer, warmer tone against the darkness outside.

"Ayame," Haruto said quietly, standing near the counter. "Before I leave... can you buy one menstrual cup for me? I want to give it to Yor."

Ayame looked up at him with gentle, understanding eyes. She gave a small nod and a soft smile.

"Of course. Wait a moment."

She quickly went to the feminine care aisle and picked out a good beginner-friendly menstrual cup — the same soft pink one she had shown him earlier, along with a small instructional booklet. She scanned it at the register, paid for it with her own money, and placed the neatly packaged cup into a small paper bag.

She handed the bag to Haruto with both hands, her fingers brushing against his for a moment longer than necessary.

"Here," she said softly, her voice warm and caring. "This one is comfortable and has good capacity. Tell Yor to read the instructions carefully at first. And... take care of her, okay?"

Haruto accepted the bag with a small, grateful nod.

"Thank you, Ayame. I’ll pay you back tomorrow."

Ayame simply shook her head gently, her eyes full of affection.

"No need. Just seeing you trying to take care of her makes me happy."

Haruto gave her one last lingering look — warm, appreciative, and full of quiet promise — before turning and walking out of the store.

Outside, night had fully settled over the countryside. The sky was deep indigo, scattered with countless bright stars. A large, luminous full moon hung beautifully in the sky, casting a silvery, ethereal glow over everything. The air had grown cooler and fresher, carrying the crisp scent of night dew, river water, and blooming night flowers.

Haruto began his walk home along the familiar riverside path. The river flowed quietly beside him, its surface shimmering like liquid silver under the moonlight. The gentle sound of flowing water mixed with the occasional call of night insects and distant frogs created a peaceful, almost magical atmosphere.

Tall reeds and grasses along the riverbank swayed softly in the night breeze. Fireflies danced here and there in small glowing clusters, adding tiny sparks of warm light to the silver landscape. The path was quiet and empty — just Haruto and the moon keeping him company.

He walked slowly, the small paper bag containing the menstrual cup swinging gently in his hand. The moonlight illuminated his face, revealing a complex mix of exhaustion, determination, and lingering guilt. His thoughts drifted between Yor waiting at home, the promise he made to Reina for tomorrow, Aira’s warm invitation, and Ayame’s gentle understanding.

The riverside at night felt both beautiful and lonely. The silver moonlight reflected off the water, creating a long, shimmering path that seemed to stretch endlessly. Haruto’s footsteps were soft on the dirt path, accompanied only by the quiet murmur of the river and the cool night breeze brushing against his skin.

He took a deep breath, letting the fresh night air fill his lungs as he continued his journey home under the watchful glow of the moon. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The moon hung high in the night sky as Haruto finally reached home. The old wooden house glowed warmly with lantern light spilling from the windows, welcoming him after the long day. The scent of home-cooked food greeted him the moment he slid open the entrance door.

Grandfather, Yor, and Haruto sat together at the low dining table for dinner. The meal was simple but hearty — miso soup, grilled fish, pickled vegetables, and rice. Yor looked much better than in the morning, though she still moved a little carefully. She had changed into a soft, light-colored yukata that gently hugged her figure. She smiled softly whenever Haruto looked at her, her cheeks carrying a faint blush.

The dinner was quiet and warm. Grandfather spoke occasionally about the fields and the weather, while Yor listened attentively, occasionally stealing gentle glances at Haruto. Haruto ate quietly, feeling the weight of the day but finding some comfort in this peaceful domestic scene.

After dinner, Haruto helped clear the table, then excused himself and went upstairs to Yor’s room.

Yor was sitting on her futon when he entered, the lantern casting a soft, golden light across the room. She looked up at him curiously as he closed the door behind him.

Haruto sat down beside her and took out the small paper bag from his pocket.

"I brought something for you," he said gently, handing her the package. "It’s a menstrual cup. Ayame recommended it. It’s reusable and better for heavy flow. You don’t have to keep buying pads."

Yor took the box and looked at the small pink cup inside. Her eyes widened with uncertainty and a hint of fear.

"...This goes... inside?" she asked softly, her voice timid. "It scares me a little. It looks strange."

Haruto nodded understandingly, his voice calm and reassuring.

"I know it looks unfamiliar. But it’s safe. I learned how it works today. If you want... I’ll help you. I’ll put it in and take it out for you until you get used to it."

Yor hesitated, biting her lower lip. Her cheeks turned pink as she clutched the edge of her yukata.

"But... I’m still a virgin," she whispered, embarrassed. "If you put this inside... will it break my virginity?"

Haruto shook his head gently and placed a reassuring hand on hers.

"No. It won’t break your virginity. The cup is soft and flexible. It doesn’t go deep enough to reach your hymen. It just sits lower, collecting the blood. Many girls use it even if they’ve never had sex."

Yor looked at him for a long moment, searching his eyes. Then she gave a small, trusting nod.

"...Okay. I believe you. If you’ll help me... I’ll try."

Haruto smiled softly at her courage. He moved closer and gently helped her lie back on the futon.

He slowly untied the sash of her yukata and parted the fabric, revealing her smooth legs and the light purple panties she was wearing. With careful, respectful hands, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled her panties down her thighs.

As the fabric slid away, her pussy was revealed once again. The pad inside the panties was visibly red — soaked with fresh menstrual blood even though she had changed it recently. Thick, glossy crimson blood had stained the pad heavily in the center, with some leakage around the edges. Her pussy itself looked swollen and sensitive, the outer lips puffy and deep rosy-red, with a slow, steady trickle of fresh blood still seeping from her tight opening. The thin strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair above her slit was slightly matted. The intimate metallic scent of her period filled the air between them.

Haruto carefully set the stained panties and pad aside. He looked at Yor with gentle, caring eyes.

"Are you ready?" he asked softly.

Yor nodded, her face flushed with embarrassment but full of trust.

The soft lantern light in Yor’s room cast a warm, golden glow over the futon. Yor lay on her back, her yukata parted open, completely exposed from the waist down. Her full breasts rose and fell with nervous breaths beneath the thin fabric. Between her slightly spread legs, her swollen, deep rosy pussy glistened with fresh menstrual blood. A slow, thick rivulet of crimson slowly seeped from her tight opening, tracing down toward her ass.

Haruto knelt between her thighs, the small pink menstrual cup held carefully in his hand. He had folded it into a tight C-fold, making it as narrow as possible.

"Are you ready?" he asked gently, his voice low and reassuring. "I’ll go very slowly. Tell me if it hurts or feels uncomfortable."

Yor nodded, her cheeks burning red. "O-okay... I trust you, Haruto."

Haruto used the fingers of his left hand to gently part her soft, puffy outer lips. Her slick, blood-coated inner folds parted obediently, revealing the glistening entrance. He brought the folded tip of the cup to her wet opening and slowly began to push it inside.

Yor gasped softly, her thighs tensing for a moment.

"Ah... it’s cold..." she whispered, biting her lip.

Haruto moved with extreme care, steadily sliding the folded silicone deeper into her warm, blood-slick channel. Her inner walls clenched and fluttered around the intrusion as the cup gradually disappeared between her glistening folds. He pushed it upward and slightly toward the back, just as Ayame had shown him, until only the small stem remained visible.

Once it was deep enough, he used his index finger to gently press and rotate the base of the cup, helping it unfold inside her.

A soft, wet pop sound echoed quietly as the cup opened fully and sealed against her inner walls with gentle suction.

"Nngh...!" Yor let out a shaky moan, her back arching slightly off the futon. "It... it opened inside me... I can feel it... it feels so full... but strange..."

Haruto kept his finger inside her for a moment longer, gently adjusting the position to make sure it was comfortable. He could feel the warmth of her blood and arousal coating his finger as her pussy softly pulsed around the inserted cup.

"Does it hurt?" he asked worriedly, looking up at her flushed face.

Yor shook her head slowly, breathing heavily. "No... it doesn’t hurt. It feels... weird. Like something is pressing against my walls... but it’s holding everything. I can feel the blood flowing into it already..."

Haruto slowly withdrew his finger from her pussy. Her plump outer lips closed gently around the short stem of the cup, leaving only a tiny pink tab visible between her blood-slick folds. A small droplet of crimson still escaped and ran down, but far less than before.

He looked at her exposed pussy with the cup properly inserted — swollen, glistening, and beautifully intimate. The sight made his heart beat faster, but his touch remained caring and gentle.

Haruto leaned forward and placed a soft, reassuring kiss on her inner thigh.

"You did well," he whispered tenderly. "How does it feel now?"