KINTSUkuroi
[Chapter X] - Identity

The warehouse was an ode to the "size matters" ideology: stretching about two hundred metres wide and nearly one hundred meters tall, it was no wonder that the monumental piece of architecture had to be built outside the city; there was no way Buenos Aires could fit such a large building in its housing structure. At the very least, not without it easily standing out.

Shades of grey were largely predominant, as one would expect from such a place. The whole building reeked of 'factory'. The cement floor tiles, the granite walls and the steel plate roof made the whole storage room look inelegant. The pink-hued lighting was perhaps the only thing that stood out in the overwhelmingly colourless scenery, but it did very little to improve the overall vibe the whole place gave off. Still, it got the job done; Ciel could definitely indulge in her fantasy without being molested, even if the warehouse was painfully lacklustre in the romantic vibe department.

Siule wasn't kidding when she said the storage room was empty. It was empty indeed. Disturbingly so. There wasn't as much as a single box in the spacey warehouse. Still, it got the job done. Wonderfully so.

Nicolas gulped nervously. As dense as he was, even he could tell what Ciel's endgame was. He wasn't ready, naturally. What first-timer would be? Despite having been in a one-year relationship with Setsuna, he had never become nearly as intimate with her. The most they ever did was cuddling, and even that was kind of a rare occasion. The more he thought about it, the more sense the outcome made for him.

Yet, he didn't want to back away. Ciel had always prioritised his well-being over her own, even to the point of risking her physical and emotional health for his sake. He couldn't flinch now. He forced himself not to. He couldn't let her down.

'Man the fuck up...! Man the fuck up, you half-assed bastard...! Man the fuck up, you good-for-nothing bitch...!' he demanded himself.

But something was off about Ciel. Her body language didn't reflect readiness, either. Glancing at the warehouse, she sighed as she walked towards Nicolas, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry... Let's just head back..." she whispered, dejectedly, catching the male off guard.

"Huh...? W-W-What's wrong...? D-Did I do something w-wrong...?" the short Human asked.

"What? No! Of course not! You did nothing wrong! It's just... I can't do this to you..." she explained as she looked away from him.

"W-What do you mean...?" the curly-haired man inquired.

"I can't go any further with this...!" the Giantess tried to put her feelings into words.

"I-I don't get it... I-I thought you wanted this..." Nicolas tried to replace some logic in Ciel's words to no avail.

"I do! I do want this! I really do! But... I... you've never seen me as a Giant before, except for that one time! What if I make you scared? I... I don't want you to fear me!" the buxom ravenette voiced her concern, tears threatening to fall down her cheeks.

"Ciel... Let's do it. Let's bring your fantasy to life." the male declared, holding her hands with his own.

"W-What...?" Ciel gasped, eyes widened in shock as she wasn't expecting such a request from him.

"I love you for who you are, and you are a Giantess. Your size is part of what makes you 'you', part of what makes you unique. I love you, Ciel. Human-sized or Giant, I love you. I could never be afraid of you. I will never fear you, because I love you. I love you with all that I am." he reassured her. His words came out of his mouth as though he was in some sort of trance. Such was the certainty of his feelings towards Ciel that he did not stammer even once. That was, until he realised that he had actually said those things out loud. His timid nature back in full force now, he blushed in every shade of red and covered his mouth, looking away from his beloved Giantess in a vain attempt to hide his embarrassment, but the woman in front of him simply giggled, the tears that wanted to fall just a moment before now completely unrestrained, still completely different in nature.

These were tears of joy.

Pulling him into a tight hug, the bodacious female treated her lover to a privileged close-up view of her wonderful breasts, presumably the main reason why she chose that height for herself when she wanted to look like a Human. Watching the male blush, enjoying the warmth of his heated face against her prodigious bosom, she kept him in that position for a moment longer before letting him pull away, only for her to lift him up to face level and passionately kiss him.

Moaning into the kiss as her tongue thoroughly explored his mouth, Ciel closed her eyes to fully lose herself in the feeling of such a marvellous moment: the sweet smell that emanated from him, courtesy of the perfume he was wearing, intertwined with her own fragrance, which spoke SEXY in capital letters; the warmth and smoothness of his skin safely contained in her loving arms; the wetness of their mouths; the unmistakable, tingling sensation of sexual pleasure and unrestricted libido... everything was just so... addictive.

She would've kept him like that forever if she had been able to, but alas, the lack of air WAS an issue, so she reluctantly pulled away from him. Still eyeing him lustfully, her passionate red eyes lit up as she seductively whispered into his ear.

"Prepare yourself, my little man~. I will be the biggest, sexiest Giantess you have ever seen~. This is a promise~." she smiled at him, making his heart race.

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The woman looked at the seemingly-empty vial through a portable, high-powered microscope. Her lips curled into a smirk as she saw what appeared to be an extremely thin, red strand inside the vial. Picking up her phone, she dialed a number before putting the mobile to her ear.

"Is it ready, Lena?" the voice from the other side of the phone asked.

"It most certainly is..." her smirk grew larger before opening her mouth to speak again.

"Project Macrosia is now officially underway."