Shiori Novella Black Friday Special.

Thanksgiving.

It's late at night, Thursday night to be exact, Thanksgiving. The Nyakuza have departed and it's just you and Shiori that remain in your home, cleaning up the remnants of the fun party you've had. The dinner you painstakingly labored away on was delicious and well received. You pack the leftovers into the fridge and with Shiori by your side you begin the gargantuan task of washing up. While you clean the plates, pots and pans used, you and Shiori chat cheerfully about the successful night. Reflecting on what worked well and what you could do better next time.

With everything put away and your kitchen looking more orderly, you brew some nice hot tea and saunter into the living room to spend the rest of the night. Cuddled up cozily together on the couch, tonight  Shiori is channel surfing, looking for something interesting on TV, but nothing catches your eye. Nowadays if there's something the two of you want to watch, it's normally on some streaming service. Flicking channel after channel Shiori finally stops, satisfied with something coming up. "The South Park Black Friday special starts in two minutes, they're pretty good episodes, wanna watch?" It's been years since you've seen South Park, and don't remember if you had watched the specific ones she's talking about. But given her excitement and the thought of finally finding something, you settle on it. Getting up to grab a few cookies to munch on before returning to Shiori, wrapping your arms around her and settling in.

Watching the show was nothing to write home about, your amusement came mostly from Shiori who spent the entire runtime talking excitedly at length about various topics she bounced off of from the show. When the multiple sex scenes played, Shiori was extremely flustered. Waving her hands around while she apologized profusely for forgetting that they happened. She even made a comment about incest, Hinata and Neji? You laughed it off and continued to watch, paying more attention to Shiori, than the cartoon. It was hard to hold in your laughter when she began singing along to a certain song about wieners, twice. But her passionate delivery regaled you with one of the highlights of an already fun filled day.

Once the show had finished, you quickly clean up your cups and the remaining cookies, while Shiori heads up to get ready for bed. After a couple of minutes you join her in the bathroom, brushing your teeth together before she grabs your hand and pulls you toward the bedroom. You have an idea of what's in store, but nothing could prepare you for Shiori suddenly embracing you, her lips quickly finding your own as she tugs at your clothes, making to remove them. You follow suit and reciprocate, while still making out and before long the two of you are stark naked, collapsed on the bed, entangled in passionate lovemaking.

Once you are both sufficiently satisfied, Shiori's head laying on your chest and your arms wrapped around her, holding her close to you, you drift off to sleep. Thinking of all you've done today, done these past few months and years, you give thanks for your meeting with Shiori, give thanks for such a wonderful woman entering your life. And then, you fall into a deep slumber.

Shopping


"Wake up, come on wake up, we're going to be late." Your eyes snap open as Shiori shakes you violently. "You promised you'd take me to the mall today, come on, I'll make you breakfast." Giving you a quick good morning kiss, Shiori hurries out of the room, leaving you dazed in your half woken state. Doing a few stretches, you trudge to the shower, washing the rest of your tiredness away. It was Black Friday, and you promised Shiori you'd take her to the mall to do some shopping. After drying off and throwing on some casual clothes, you join Shiori in the kitchen. She smiles at you and gestures to a plate. It's a simple peanut butter sandwich, but after the extravagant feast you had last night, it's more than welcome.

After getting ready, you begin the short car ride to the mall. Advertisements for Black Friday deals play endlessly over the radio, but you notice that there's nothing particularly enticing. Years ago there would be deal after deal that you'd kick yourself if you missed. But nowadays things barely go over 30% off. The rise in online shopping also means the once deadly stampedes have died down. Pulling into the carpark, you notice more cars than usual, but nothing too crazy. You were able to find a spot easily and linking your arm with Shiori the two of you head inside.

You let Shiori take the lead, dragging you to a few anime stores and Hot Topic, looking for cute anime boy acrylic stands and t-shirts, but there's nothing in particular she wants, and no bargains that scream buy me now. After excitedly talking to a sales clerk about commissioning her own custom dakimakura, Shiori notices the jealousy in your eyes and pouts. "Alright, I won't. I suppose you are my dakimakura." She says with a cheeky smile on her face. The two of you head to the food court to grab something quick for lunch, nothing substantial, just some fries and a drink. Then it's back to bargain hunting.

Moments later you find yourself sitting outside Victoria's Secret. Shiori had a few things she wanted to buy that were on sale, and deciding it was best if you didn't hover over her while she was browsing their selection, you head to the seating area strategically placed outside. Giving a knowing look and a nod to the other men also waiting for their partners. After a while, you receive a text from Shiori. 'Come to the changing room, I want your opinion on something.' Heading inside the store you see a woman standing by the changing room area at the back beckoning you over. "With Shiori Novella, I presume?" She asks, and you nod in response. She walks you over to a pink pair of curtains before announcing your arrival to Shiori who tells you to stick your head in and tell her if what she's wearing looks good. Glancing toward the staff member who gives you her approval you peek inside.

What you see is almost enough to stop your heart. Shiori's bare pale skin contrasts perfectly with the black lingerie she's wearing. Lacy, sexy, very revealing and barely covering anything at all you swear you see some uncovered hints of pink on her breasts. Unable to speak, blood rushing around your body, and you're not sure if you mean your face, Shiori smirks. "You like it, don't you? You dirty Shiori liker." Pushing your head back outside, she gets dressed and decides she'll take it, and many others that she had already chosen. You offer to pay and one painful transaction later, the two of you are done and ready to head back home.

Walking back to the car, your arms linked again, Shiori's bags of unmentionables between your interlocked fingers, Shiori goes on about 'Victoria' and wonders what her secret could be. You decide to joke around and say that you saw Shiori's secret and she elbows you in the side. Bending over in pain, you feel Shiori's hand cup around your ear and she whispers. "I've got more secrets to show you, some of them are even more amazing than what you saw~" Reaching the car you open the door and get in, praying that you can focus on the road in front of you and not whatever surprises Shiori has planned for later tonight.


Dolls

After returning home and enjoying the reheated leftovers from the Thanksgiving dinner, you repeat your nightly ritual of washing the dishes together with Shiori. Swapping the washer and dryer role from the previous night. When that is done, you settle in with Shiori, who is busy at the dining room table, on her laptop browsing online storefronts. She still hasn't entirely given up on the dakimakura idea, and this vendor in particular offers them at a discount, but only if you buy six. Asking whether she'd consider making a dakimakura of you, she turns and gives you a disgusted look. Maybe that wasn't the wisest idea.

After some time, you get up to make the both of you a cup of hot chocolate and return with them to the table. Placing them safely away from electronics and sitting beside Shiori once more, you see that she has changed website and is now browsing through Etsy, looking at different dolls. You're very aware of Shiori's interest in dolls. She has a fair collection of them from the different vacations she's taken. Some of them are cute and adorable, others, well, let's just say they're eccentric and keep it at that.

Noticing your presence, Shiori turns to ask what you think of the doll she's looking at. She says she's not interested in the clothing, she can have someone make custom clothes after all, she wants to know what you think about the facial and body structure. Asking what she's after and if she has anyone in mind, Shiori utters the name you dread. Dimitri. In your relationship, you've never once doubted Shiori's love for you, her devotion. However, if you did have a rival for her affection, it would most certainly be Dimitri. A fictional character from Fire Emblem Three Houses, she spent every date you had early on talking at length about how Dimitri was concerned for her, how he didn't like you, how he was suspicious you had ulterior motives. You'd later learn that this wasn't a friend of hers but an AI chatbot she was talking to, but that was another story for another time and you've become mostly comfortable with her obsession nowadays. Mostly.

As time goes by, you and Shiori look through doll after doll, scrutinizing their eligibility, finding fault in most of them, but saving some to a list to check back later. You don't mention it to Shiori, but you notice the price of these dolls range from hundreds to even thousands of dollars. Maybe you should have gone along with her body pillow idea after all. Realizing that it has become late, Shiori snaps her laptop shut and announces it's time for bed. You rinse your now empty mugs out and follow Shiori to the bathroom, turning off the lights along the way and repeating brushing your teeth.

Now in bed, you continue chatting about dolls. Shiori wants you to understand how great they are, but you're not sure they're much more than creepy. She says that if you had a doll of your own you'd sympathize with her, but you remain skeptical. Getting out of bed, Shiori turns on the light and heads to the closet, retrieving the bags full of items she bought earlier that day. Throwing them at you, Shiori says that she'll be your doll. You can dress her up in any combination of outfit within. Remembering the lingerie from earlier, you reach inside the bag blindly and pull out what you could only describe as string barely strapped together. Was this, underwear?

Blushing quite heavily, Shiori grabs your pick from you and begins to undress, and as you watch her slide the panties on, catching glimpse of her cute butt, you gulp and reach back inside the bag for something she can wear up top. Maybe dolls aren't a bad thing after all, but you wouldn't need one. You already have the cutest doll in the world.