—…

The pleasant and sweaty environment with an intoxicating smell and a captivating atmosphere was ripped from me before I could complain, returning to my steps my actions and consciousness was controlled by something alien to me.

On the shore of the huge floating island under the name of Destinia: The land of twilight, a colossal figure cou...

…

—I command you to finish with the enemy in front of me! Ethereal eye of strict judgment!

Letting out a light that illuminated the entire sky and the surroundings, my eye was torn from me, even without feeling pain I partially lost my visibility. When the moment for the attack to be performed arrived, everything paralyzed to me; this would define the course... no, it would define the outcome of the battle, will the hero of the legends win? Or the terrible dark god who banished the kings of heaven and threatened the entire world with a cataclysm spoken of in the prophecies? The answer is…

***

Regaining control of my senses I stopped perceiving everything as a movie, a third person within my own body imprisoned me since the appearance of the god of destruction to leave when he exerted that attack.

—Huh?

—What do you think? The defeat of the hero was quite dramatic although I would not say the same about the end he received, did you enjoy it?

—Enjoy it...? I'm still a bit dizzy from the amount of information entering my head but I think I slowly understand what happened, did you do a reboot?

—Yes... to be honest, that ability does not have something like a 50% chance of failure or success, it all depends on what I decide to do.

—You WHAT

—Don't worry, I plan to let you win this time… I just wanted to get the two endings, you can't blame me. Surely you restarted a game at one point in your life to obtain the two different endings.

—You're right, the point is that THIS IS REAL LIFE.

—Come ooon… don’t be like that, you really enjoyed it! I could feel your little tongue licking the sweat from my lips~

The blush came over my face, looking down I lowered the sight from both the war eye and the almighty ethereal eye of strict judgment for words as simple and obscene as those.

—Yes yes... just make it work now...

—Well... uaaaahh it huuuuurts~. Your eye has penetrated the depths of my heart… I can no longer fight~

Despite her appalling performance I actually saw her HP bar go down to 0. Like before everything went dark but this time it stayed like that for a while longer, at my feet I had a sticky feeling and when I tried to walk I only sank deeper into a floor of doubtful consistency, it felt the same as walking in mud.

—Ughh… where am I?

A light lit up in the distance, without understanding what was happening I tried to walk towards it like an insect that was being attracted, that's how I felt. Without warning, cataracts of light came from all directions. Half-closing my eyes they opened as they got used to the brightness level to meet another familiar place: The living room of my house, the hands of my girlfriend were holding what looked like a cardboard box while watching me with a smile. Even without understanding what was happening and where I was I saw around me, white and whiter with some pink mixed in, it is difficult to identify it but because of the smell and the consistency of what I am stepping on… is it… cream?

Contrary to what I thought when I received my final eye unlock, I received for the second time what I thought would be the last alert notification in my vision, when the text box appeared I read the following:

“Congratulations! You have managed to save Destinia, the land of twilight from the terrible god of destruction, we all in the region are in a tremendous debt with you and this is our modest present for such a great achievement! See you soon!”

Receiving an item I checked it even though I didn’t had the inventory interface that I had previously, this is...

“Birthday cake: Hi, I'm Monica, I'm probably looking at you right now with the sight of a fool who actually wants to do a lot of lewd things to you deep down hehe~. Never mind, I am sorry if the game may have seemed a bit bland, the truth is that I have played very few games in my life. I spent a few months researching and researching about your favorite genre based on your branch of chūnibyō, I'm seriously sorry if it was bad, I'll try harder next time! But even so I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed elaborating it and thinking about what things you might like as well as the face you would put on when seeing something specific. This certainly is quite a strange item description since you are standing on what you received right now, curious. Without more to say here, see you in reality, until now!”

When I finished reading that description the exclamation disappeared from my sight leaving me with nothing to support myself mentally. My eyes focused on Monica's smiling face, a known humidity began to form in both eyes descending from them through my cheeks and falling on the cream floor. The uncontrollable flow of tears washed over my face before I could concentrate on cutting it, becoming aware of it I tried to see my face which is impossible. Monica's expression saddened a bit.

—… Did I do something wrong…? —Her voice was like that of a puppy who had been reprimanded, tender and somewhat sad.

When I blinked conscious of my own tears I regained my size in front of the table, I saw the appetizing white cake with pink cream on which I was standing a moment ago and I noticed the sad look of the girl with an empty box in her hand. Looking away from the cake I saw Monica as my tears began to flow more and more making it difficult to see. Taking a couple of quick steps that shortened the distance between us in two steps I pounced on her and opening my arms, I closed them behind her, hugging her tightly and pressing the delicate and feminine figure against my own body. Unaware of my own strength I think I used too much so I lightened my grip turning it into a weaker, crumbling hug. Getting by I replied in my tearful, pathetic voice.

—Monica... you didn't do anything wrong, on the contrary... I think this is the most beautiful thing that someone had done for me... even though I have forgotten my own birthday you made it so special... you tried so hard to achieve it... Thank you, really. I mean it... thank you... from the bottom of my heart...

That was all I managed to say while crying inconsolably but not from sadness, it was from happiness and joy, from a beautiful feeling that fluttered in my gut of the pure love and devotion that I feel for Monica, a feeling irreplaceable for me. Behind me her hands began to gently caress me giving warmth and comfort.

—Damn... if I had known it was going to affect you so much I would have bought you anything else, I had no idea that you were going to get so sentimental.

—I will not exchange this gift for anything, nothing, absolutely nothing in the world.

Why did you got into so much trouble for me? Why did you do something so big like this? Create a world, create so many people, abilities and enemies and give them names, statistics and qualities, a constantly changing sky, such a detailed earth... create... create a world...

—Stay with me, Monica.

—Huh?

—Stay with me forever, you have no idea how I need you... —The warm tears came down to end up landing on her shoulder, drawing sincere words from my mouth straight from my soul.

That might sound strange but although I have always wanted to be with her, this made me realize how much I need her in my life now, her caresses, her voice, her smiling face, her very presence makes my day more enjoyable...

—That's the plan silly. Don't make it sound like I’m planning to leave you...

In the midst of an emotional moment I heard a sound that I identified as the bell of the door, almost jumping I saw her with my eyes full of tears and embarrassed began to wipe the tears with my sleeves while I went to the bathroom, who is it?

—I invited some friends, sorry for not having warned you... I wanted it to be a surprise~

—Ah... don't worry —I stopped before leaving the living room—. Who are they?

—Who do you think? School friends, we've all been planning this in advance.

—W-what? You guys were planning what?

—Uh… I'll explain it later, go wash your face, I'll take care of receiving them.

A party? Monica and the others threw a party for me? I answered affirmatively moving my head up and down and turning my back to her, then I went to the bathroom to wash my face, it would be tedious to explain why I am crying to all of them.

Having reached the bathroom I opened the sink faucet and using both hands as a container I began to squeeze my face with water and liquid soap making an effort to remove all the tears so that it was not noticeable that I was crying, I heard numerous familiar voices coming from the living room. They all must be getting settled, I'd better hurry out, after all they're here for me. Rubbing my face with a towel that was hanging close to the sink I stood quiet for a moment looking at my reflection in the mirror over the sink... Why did I cry? I understand that I would have been moved by her effort and dedication to make me feel happy but for some reason I felt that there was an ulterior motive behind those tears, what could it be?

Nonsense, I'm just thinking about it too much. Patting my eyes I filled my face with my usual smile and left the bathroom.

Remembering that my shoes should be full of pastry cream I almost jumped trying to go back but when I saw them I realized that they were clean, Monica must have taken care of that while returning me to my size, otherwise I would have made a mess on the floor of the house that it would take time to clean, sometimes I think it is amazing how attentive and detailed she can be. Without further stopping I hastened my step towards the room where everyone was.

—Happy birthday Wakkun!

Everyone's voices mixed to shout that together as they saw me appear from the hallway. My cheeks reddened a little when I saw this, although I expected it I couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed, my birthday was always celebrated together with my father and mother and sometimes I got to go out with Shirogane, Tomoe and Monica but it was NEVER something like this... I honestly didn't know what to say, it would have sounded funny to say “thank you” so I remained standing in silence.

—Impressed?

Monica came over and rested her arm on my shoulder since we were almost the same size, it was not strange that she could do that although if it had been while I was at one of the sizes that she likes in me I would have ended up squashed under her elbow.

—Ah... y-yes, I think... yes... to tell the truth I don't know what to say...

—You don't have to say anything —Hanazawa approached.

—We know you —Shirogane said.

In the room were 14 of the closest 36 students to me in our class, 8 boys and 6 girls among whom were already Shimada, Shirogane, Hanazawa and Tomoe included.

Shinsato Tatsuo, Ito Hikaru, Matsumura Yasuhiro, Murakami Masaki, Inaba Makoto and Takeda Toshiyuki were the boys, all part of Shimada’s circle.

As for the girls they were all recognizable faces, Furuya Hiromi, Miki Ayumi, Shiraishi Kotone and Matsukaki Ryoko among acquaintances and friends of the Hanazawa circle, in addition to them, all the others girls that I know from my class are by surname, I never tried to interact with other girls in the class more than one or another eventual contact merited by the situation or the moment.

—Shy as always huh —Matsukaki attacked with her usual playful personality.

—Come on Wakkun, you can stop being shy now that we are not in school —that was Shinsato placing a hand in his orange hair.

—Let's celebrate, come on, there’s a lot to eat and talk about —Shirogane sidled up to me catching me by putting his arm around my neck and dragging me with them.

I took a look at Monica while I was brought into the spotlight, she smiled from behind as she started walking along with Shirogane, getting closer as well. This would definitely be a lively and busy day.

The hero had won and was enjoying his well-deserved rest on his birthday... he was able to enjoy his 18 birthday.

***

That same night everyone had left already, the only ones left were Monica and me in the house.

—Shouldn’t you go back?

—I think I'll stay to sleep, it's too late to go home.

—Won't you ask me if you can do it? Or do you assume you can?

—Not that I assume, is that if you say no... —Pushing me and hitting the wall behind me with her hand, she performed a perfect kabedon... for the second time since we’re dating—. Well... I think we both know what would happen if you refused.

—Play cat and mouse? —I replied with a fresh attitude.

—Not exactly... Do you know all the ways to play with your body sexually I have in mind when you measure half a millimeter?

—Don't you think sometimes that… we’re taking this too quickly?

—Does it bother you? —With a mischievous smile and without removing her hand, she continued—. You know I'll stop the instant it becomes uncomfortable for you.

—Ehh... I wouldn't say uncomfortable, the term would be... immoral.

—Rude words coming from someone who already enjoyed a full body fellatio huh?

—Could you behave more innocently from time to time?

—Dan... —Approaching her figure to mine I felt her body heat, she closed the distance between us greatly with a step—. You are 18 now and… you know… we are at the same level now.

—I'll never be at your level Monica.

—I don't mean that! —Making a cute expression that did not fit with the position of her immovable arm and pouting, she breathed deeply—. You know what I'm talking about, don't pretend to be an idiot.

—Yeah, I guess you're right —I answered harshly.

—Dan, it’s stupid to speak about immorality when I can alter the very meaning of morality. Do you want a world where the pinnacle of good citizenship is having sex in the middle of the street at noon? Would you like to see the pedestrian crossing in front of 109 full of people having orgies as a sport?

—Hey… Isn’t that going a bit far?

She sighed.

—What I want is for you to understand... you don't have to worry about things as banal as the social concept that the world may have about you for certain things, I know that while being Japanese is difficult for you but... you can play with your mind a bit, you have me for it. I violate all the laws of the world that you knew before being aware of my powers, right?

—Monica... it's not so easy to fool yourself.

—You... do you think? —Pushing her arm away, she stood—. Sorry if I pushed you...

—No —I shook my head—. It's not your fault, you can say it's mine for being so reserved...

—Reserved huh. Anyway, what do you want to d-

In a swift motion I grabbed Monica by the shoulders shoving her around and shifting positions with her, then smacked the wall beside her.

—Hmm?

—I… um… sorry.

—Did you need to make a kabedon to me to regain the male pride lost in recent days?

—Would you believe me if I told you not? It was almost as if my body demanded it...

—Your body? Don't you mean your... bo-dy? —When she said that last word I felt her hand attacking my crotch which made me jump away.

—Y-you're a demon!

—Don't underestimate the age difference, brat!

—Since when are you an old woman!?

I think that boring occurrences like these could last for the rest of the night, as long as Monica and I were together such nonsense would turn into the funniest and most romantic moments in the world.

—What about my panties, a millimeter?

—Give me a break...