By being alone in the bathroom I had time to clean up the mess that girl made on me, when I told her to help me with that she just gave me one of those stupid laughs with her tongue sticking out and ran out of the bathroom. Honestly... so I decided to quickly deal with the mess of her saliva all over me.

Taking the clean clothes that I previously left in one of the baskets at the entrance to the bathroom, I got dressed and left with a refreshing air.

—Huh? Monica?

Feeling that Monica was close, I looked to the sides looking for her to find myself alone in the middle of the corridor that led to the front door... but why did I have that feeling?

—Oh, so that was it… —Placing my right hand over my hair, I squeeze it a little and then brought it to my nose, breathing in the scent that permeated my hand.

Sure, thanks to the fact that I used the same shampoo she uses, I unconsciously thought she would be around when I smelled my own hair… I’m definitely an idiot.

—Either way… I have to tidy up the things I brought in the guest room and focus on studying, we have an exam tomorrow… —I told to myself a to-do list as I walked up the stairs, almost without realizing it—. Hmm… I should stop thinking aloud so often.

Should I?

Passing in front of Monica’s bedroom door, I took a look at it before making my way to my own room… she must be studying at the other side, I better not bother her for now.

***

The guest room was similar in space to Monica’s, it was not a room as big as mine but it still had that cozy atmosphere, instead of the pink color and a soft smell of its owner and her hair in the bed, it was a simple clean smell that was not filling but it was nothing special either. I guess that if things aren’t visibly covered in dust, it’s because she regularly cleans it… would she do it using her powers or by hand?

Either way, I organized everything in its place and prepared to study after placing the books and notebooks that I would use on the desk with a lamp on it next to the bed and in front of a small window covered by a not very thick gray curtain.

An hour after starting my math homework, however, I started to have problems with some terms and operations that I did not master well in class... not to mention that I also have to study for a history test that we have tomorrow...

—Aaaaah! —Struggling my hair with both hands a little distressed, I looked up at the ceiling—. How am I supposed to solve this!?

—Hm... are you still solving that problem?

—Ye- AAH!

When I opened my eyes still looking up and found Monica’s face above my head, I was startled and visualized myself falling backwards... but before I could fall along with the chair, Monica held it by the back.

—That was close… do you need help with something? —She walked beside me to position herself on the opposite side of the bed, bending over to see my notebook without needing to sit down.

It was here that I noticed the shameless outfit of the girl... or rather, one of the only two clothe pieces she was wearing.

—Hmm… I think I know why you got stuck here, very well, let me explain.

A simple light gray flannel quite loose... next to her panties.

When the girl flexed next to me, it was a matter of the perverted side of my mind guiding my peripheral sight and subsequently my vision, subtly towards the girl’s hanging breasts that could be seen clearly thanks to the flannel’s large neck opening.

—… this… and this here… then…

To be honest, I did not paid attention to anything she was saying, her voice reaching me simply as a distant echo that was lost somewhere in my reddened ears.

—And that’s how you get this result... —Looking away from the notebook at my suspicious silence, she realized exactly where my attention was—. Kyyaaaa!! —Jumping back, she put both arms covering her chest and saw me with her flushed face.

Seeing her reaction, I shook my head briefly and snapped out of that stupid hypnosis, coming back to my senses.

—Alright… I already acted like your typical average rom-com high school girl —pulling her arms away from her breasts, she placed a hand on her waist—. Now, can you pay attention to what I am explaining to you?

—A-aah... —I was a little embarrassed, but nothing to do with sexual shame but genuine shame that ran through my body when I realized how rude I was, lowering my head—. I’m sorry…

Sighing, Monica dropped her previous slightly annoyed tone and replaced it with a calmer one.

—You’re a boy after all and I was practically rubbing my breasts on your face… so there’s no point in getting angry at you. Instead… —A snap from the hand that wasn’t at her waist brought a hooded sweatshirt as pink as her hair that reached a little lower than her hips, covering her panties—. Is that better?

I nodded quickly, wanting to forget the nonsense that had just happened so I could focus on studying again.

—Great, I’ll remember that from now on... what happens is that since I’ve lived alone most of my life, I’m used to wearing loose and very revealing clothes... just because it’s comfortable —she placed her hand holding her chin before continuing—. But I have to considerate you now that you live with me.

—Don’t worry too much about it… I think that if you keep doing it I’ll eventually get used to seeing you like this without gawking like that…

I didn’t wanted her to feel the fact of living with me as a nuisance or something like that, so I tried to downplay the issue.

—Or is it just that you want to keep exploring my half-naked body with your lewd eyes?

—Of course not!

—Hahahaha! I’m kidding, kidding!

—You…

—But don’t worry, if you think that is a bother to me, then you have nothing to worry about.

Oh, did she see through me?

—When you live with a person, you cannot continue to have the same customs that you have when you live alone... it is not that you should change your way of being one hundred eighty degrees... but changing little things that can make both of your lives more enjoyable is completely acceptable and necessary! —She paused a little to smile at me—. In my case, wearing this —the girl with bare legs and feet took a bit of the nylon of the sweatshirt between her index finger and thumb—. Is nothing that difficult!

—Well... I think you’re right...

Yes, I really would appreciate it if you didn’t walk practically naked throughout the house, I mean, partly I would appreciate it, but at times like these when I need to concentrate... it would be simply impossible for me.

—Okay, before we go back to our study session, how about some of the snacks we bought?

Nodding a couple of times to her proposal, I appreciated the break after an hour of incessantly study.

—Then give me a moment, I’ll be right back in a bit~

Monica took a few quick steps towards the door, opening it and leaving the room without closing the door completely, leaving a small slit that faced out.

When she walked away, I couldn’t help but glance at her feet before she left the room… to which I responded to myself by shaking my head and patting the sides of my head with both hands.

—Danny, get a grip! —I whispered.

No way am I going to take away more of Monica’s comfort in her own home by forcing her to cover her feet… wait… S-since when did I become an active foot fetishist? I guess our game at school today sparked something in me...

***

After a few minutes, Monica returned with a couple of cups, one in each hand and a bag of fries sticking out of the neck of her sweatshirt with the zipper all the way up... as if she were a kangaroo mother carrying her little son “bag of chips” in her bag. I could see smoke coming out of both cups from my position without even getting up.

—Here you go —she extended her left hand with a plain black mug towards me.

—Thank you —as I took the cup and saw its contents, both a pleasant warmth and a sweet smell reached my nose, which I inhaled deeply.

Hot chocolate…

Of course, even though we are not in fall or winter, Monica has a... curious? Taste for cold environments, so the house was generally cold thanks to a powerful central air conditioning, even if I turned off the air conditioning in my room, still some cold would come from outside. I have never asked her why she likes cold so much… although I am one of those people who prefers to be in cool places with a tendency to cold instead of hot environments, I hate sweating! So the temperature in her house doesn’t bother me at all. Maybe she doesn’t like sweating either? In the end, we technically had a different climate in here than outside.

After setting her own cup on my desk, she dropped the full weight of her butt onto my bed, rattling the mattress springs a bit.

—Aaah, excellent...

—May I ask-

—Noooo! I forgot the fry’s bowl downstairs!

Her exclamation interrupted the question I was about to ask... this girl...

—It doesn’t matter —I let out a sigh—. I’ll go get it —taking my eyes off her, I gathered strength in my legs to lift myself from the small white painted wooden chair.

—No need for that.

—Huh? —As I turned my head to see her again, she had pulled the zipper of her sweatshirt down enough to pull out the bag… only to notice a glass bowl beside her, resting quietly on the soft surface of the bed—. Didn’t you forgot it downstairs?

—Yeah, but… —As she pulled out the fries, she zipped her pink sweatshirt back up.

The sound of air escaping from the bag preceded numerous light impacts against a glass surface, in other words, the contents of the bag falling into the bowl.

—I made it appear here, it’s easier than going down to get it —then the plastic bag was empty, she crumpled it into a ball and tossed it into an empty trash can on the opposite side of the desk and dunked.

Oh, now that I remember... she mentioned that she used her powers for everyday and unimportant things like this.

Monica took the bowl and held it out to me.

—By the way… —As I took a handful of the contents of the transparent container, she began to speak—. Do you think you have any habits that you should limit or minimize to live with me?

—Hmm… —As I was about to bring the handful of yellow snacks to my mouth, I paused to keep from speaking with my mouth full—. I am not as used to living alone as you are, so I haven’t created customs based on that beyond taking the key and locking the door when I leave or buying food to cook... or cook at home. So if I had to say something… —At once, I took the entire contents of my hand and stuffed it into my mouth, beginning to chew and savor the addictive cheese flavor that just makes you want to take another handful and swallow it.

The artificial flavor that includes chemicals and lots of calories filled my mouth, making it difficult for me to taste and chew it properly instead of swallowing it in one sitting.

When I realized that the only habit that popped into my mind was something I shouldn’t say out loud, I stopped chewing for a moment and rolled my eyes before swallowing.

—I-I don’t think you-

—Masturbate without closing the door of your room~?

—HEY!

I couldn’t help but choke on my own saliva when she practically read my mind so easily.

—Was I right?

—A-anyway!

—Sure, it doesn’t make much sense to think about that now that you live with your girlfriend, does it?

No... that was not right, the menacing leering look with a crimson iris glow told me that she would jump on me at any moment if I neglected for at least a second, much less going further with something like “masturbating with the door open”

I took the cup of hot chocolate from the desk and gave it one... two... three abundant sips that left less than half of the sweet and hot liquid which sweet (but not cloying) taste spread through the inside of my mouth, sweeping the salt from the fries way down my throat .

—Come on Danny~  —she gave me a mischievous smile—. Don’t be such a virgin... I’m just messing with you.

—It’s weird… —I set the black mug on the desk with a not-too-hard thump but forceful enough to be loud—. That you, of all people, tell me that.

Sure, it’s absurd... and somewhat hurtful that my girlfriend calls me “virgin”.

—You know? I consider virginity... more a state of mind, a way of thinking, than the fact of not having penetrated a girl, at least in your case... and you clearly have just acted like a complete virgin!

That hurt.

—Other than that… —Lifting a handful of fries to her mouth, she closed the opening between her lips.

While allowing me to see the movements of her cheeks and jaw while chewing and moving her tongue from side to side, she took her legs and feet that had been resting previously on the floor to rest on the bed in line with her arms. Almost like tempting the demon inside me, she brought her right hand up to her crotch and lifted the hem of her sweatshirt like a skirt being pushed aside… showing her white and pink horizontal stripes patterned panties to me.

—Now that I come to think about it… you haven’t reached this place the size you are now… —Her previously teasing voice turned into an incredibly sexy one.

Suddenly the temperature of the room rose suddenly, did she manipulate it or is just me?

When I saw the striped pattern on her panties that I had never seen on her before in conjunction with her glamorous eyes and a voice as adult and sensual as it might sound, a part of my brain dropped from my head… to a place between my legs. I tried to prevent the blood pooling down there by pressing my legs together , but every man knows that once the impulse has been sent to that specific spot, there is no human power to push it back (except cold water.)

Realizing that I had lost myself in this girl’s panties, I looked up only to find the zipper of her sweatshirt pulled down and her arms squeezing her breasts together, forming a large bulge through the thin, loose flannel.

—You know… I brought something interesting apart from that bag and the chocolate… You want to check it out? —Her dangerously bright eyes lowered, beckoning me to look down.

Sticking out of the collar of her flannel was something brown, a small brown stick with a yellow tip. You can’t… is that…?

—Do you want to play the pocky game?

The temperature in the guest room rose again.

In the silence of this small room, only the sound of our breaths and a lump of saliva that went down my throat when I swallowed, my throat feeling dry, were heard.

Before I could speak or say anything out of the bounds of my sex drive to defend myself, she took the tip of the pocky and pulled it out of her full bosom.

With her other arm, Monica reached for her own cup of chocolate and took a quick sip, leaving it quickly where it was again.

Without wasting too much time to give my mind time to recover from the psychological attack, she brought the tip of the pocky to her mouth and parted her now chocolate-wet lips just as little as necessary to put it between them, before putting them back together and putting the chocolate stick coming out from her mouth, erect and pointing at me.

This girl… this girl has me in the palm of her hand!

Just her taunting gaze was enough to make my heart race. As I tried to lower my pulse thinking about pure things like hugs, the smell of flowers or kittens, she lowered her legs from the bed and brought her face dangerously close to me, leaving the other end of the pocky just millimeters from my lips.

Without delay and completely enchanted by the charms of the pink-haired woman, I slowly parted my lips and let the stick settle between them before closing them again.

The moment I bit the other end of the pocky with my lips, Monica closed her eyes, giving me a bit of reassurance.

Now that I see her so closely… her moistened lips shine reflecting the light… they shine so much!

Her nose is perfectly shaped to her face, it is not the least bit bigger or smaller than it should be.

Her eyelashes, her eyebrows… they are ideal…

While I appreciated all these details of the sculptural face of the girl that I have the honor of being able to call my girlfriend, I noticed how her lips began to gain part of the pocky, also of a subtle “crack” sound.

SHE’S BITING IT!

With each “crack” the stick became shorter, I just stayed there, watching her face get closer and closer, without even giving it a tiny bite.

...

Still... why am I still so pathetic? As if time had stopped in my thoughts, a lot of ideas went through my head... why am I such an idiot? We’re supposed to be dating, we’ve done so many shameless things, she even had me riding on her finger as she pleasured herself.

So why the hell am I still so stupid and childish!? After all, Monica is absolutely right! I’m still a complete virgin!

Monica is the most beautiful girl that exists in this world, I’m sure about that… and I’m even more convinced that she is the human… no, the most powerful living being that exists in the whole universe!

Someone like her decided to tell me that she loved me and go out with me, someone like her decided to be with someone ordinary like me, what’s wrong with that?!

Embarrass me? Being a complete virgin in her presence? What stupid sense does that make!? If I keep acting this childish way… she’s going to get tired of me!

This is ridiculous!

I love Monica… I love her so much that my chest hurts every time I think about how lucky I’m to have someone as good and warm as her in my life, I almost feel like I could explode with happiness! Someone who does not judge me even after all these people in the past rejected me and made my life miserable... someone that trust her tears and deeper feelings to me.

What is Monica to me? She… she definitely is…

I gave my life to you so that you have it next to your pendant perpetually swaying over your cleavage! What’s wrong with that!?

Because I know perfectly well how good it makes you feel knowing that I gave myself to you and to your omnipotence in body and soul! And you also know how happy it makes me to know that I am constantly in the palm of your hand, because I know that you will take care of me, that you would never hurt me and that you will love me more than anyone.

That’s right... we are for each other, because while she wishes with all her might to possess me, I wish with all my might for her to possess me.

When her face was about to touch mine, I quickly chewed what was left of the pocky, finally bringing her lips to mine. I could see how she opened her eyes full of surprise when she felt that contact.

Then I gathered momentum and leaped forward with our lips still together, taking her with me.

We both fell onto the bed behind her while our lips were together… while I felt the taste and the soft texture of her two lips against mine.

Pulling them apart, I got up, placing myself on all fours on the bed and leaving her lying on her back underneath me.

My shaky breaths filled the silence of the room and added great weight to the suspense in the room, there was so much tension that the hypothetical thread could be cut incredibly easily.

—Monica!

Opening her eyes with a puzzled face, she hadn’t a sensual and adult expression anymore, her face expressed curiosity and surprise, genuine surprise.

—I… I!

My breaths became more and more agitated to the point that my body rose and fell noticeably with each one of them.

—Monica, I...!

When I decided to fill in that blank hole full of fantasies in my mind, to consecrate the end of my ridiculous shyness, I felt a strange heat. A completely different heat than the heat produced by the tension and the sexual impulse that ran wildly through my body from top to bottom.

A strange warmth that was born in my chest stopped me from bringing my lips to hers again, leaving our faces very close.

—I…

That voice was not mine. A gentle voice that appeared below me gently caressed my ears, a heavenly voice that could belong to an angel enveloped me from my toes to the tips of my hair.

When I realized it, Monica had opened her hand and it was on my chest, stopping me in the act.

—I love you just the way you are, Danny... that obviously includes your shyness —a smile that eased the heat that came from inside me but from the point of view of the cold room, it only wrapped me in a blanket of ideal warmth—. What’s more, that’s one thing I love about you… I would never do something as cruel as getting tired of you because you’re shy… hehe —her eyelashes fluttered when she blinked a few times before continuing—. That’s why… don’t force yourself to change it… we’ll walk that path very slowly… together, understood?

Oh... sure... I totally forgot...

This time I let my body fall on her gently, passing both arms behind her back. The pressure that appeared in my chest because of her own bust when we put our bodies together did not cloud my head with impure thoughts; I just ignored it as if it were any other part of her body.

This girl...

As she did that, Monica placed her own arms behind my back and brought one of her hands to the back of my head, stroking my hair gently as if she were a loving mother gently stroking the head of her child, do you want me to fall even more in love with you? Goddamn…

She is a goddess after all.

We both carefully put our lips together as we hugged each other warmly on my new bed; instead of doing something dirty (which I suspect would have happened), we lay together quietly exploring the mouth of the other with our tongues. Not in a lewd way though, just like we were desperate to find out more about the other.

***

I was a complete idiot to think that I could beat a divinity of the caliber of that high school girl, it is incredible how she dominated me like a little child.

After we were hugging for a while, we resumed the study session together. Thanks to our break I was able to better concentrate on what she was explaining to me, understand it and record it in my head properly.

The night was not as young as the time we started studying so we decided it was time to sleep. Due to the “pocky event” (as I decided to call it) I wanted to have a little time to think about the implications behind her words; of course, it’s not like it was anything very complicated, even so I wanted to have some time alone so I suggested that each one sleep in their room. It was a bit difficult to convince her but she reluctantly agreed.

Now however, the light in my bedroom is off, with nothing illuminating the bedroom more than the moonlight that enter through the thin gray curtains. Here I am, on a bed in which I had never slept before until now, wrapped in a blanket that protects me from the incessant cold of the house... how much will the electricity bill be for Monica? Won’t it be very expensive? Hope she turn that main AC off during winter... I would like to install a kotatsu in the living room for winter replacing the glass table! I will definitely need it; although I could also ask Monica to shrink me and let me use her as a kotatsu, but what if she gets upset? I don’t think so, she would just smile maliciously and say something like “I was waiting for you to ask” or something like that. I’m sure the body heat inside her is very pleasant, especially with those damned cold winter chills... maybe it’s be more like a sauna so I would start to sweat after not long but that doesn’t matter since inside of her it’s very wet… and if I enter her she will surely get excited and even more wet… at least it was like that the last time. Should I take an umbrella with me? Hahahaha, of course not… What a fool I am! An umbrella wouldn’t work in such a situation! I was trying to say... waterproof clothes, yes. Hm… now that I think about it, I want Christmas to come already… I want to spend those days with her and set up the Christmas tree together! Although more important now is to celebrate her birthday, what kind of present could I give her on her birthday? There are so many things... but I don’t think there’s something that she cannot buy, either with money or with her infinite powe-

WHY THE HELL CAN’T I SLEEP!?

At some point in the night I woke up for no apparent reason, ever since… I have been engulfed in sleep paralysis; one of those situations in which just “half” of you wakes up, I mean, you can move your eyes and think as if you were awake but your body is asleep so you cannot move at all... it is completely terrifying and is the first time it happens to me!

Although if you ask me… it doesn’t feel like it’s the first time something like this has happened to me, Monica tends to paralyze me so it’s not that strange, but without being close to her and being alone in a room, it’s too scary!

Is this her doing? At least it doesn’t seem to be the case, that’s... I’ve been like this for about half an hour, if this were her doing she would surely have made her move by now; her movements are faster than this. Putting me in a paralyzed state for thirty minutes is not something Monica would do for fun...

At first I tried to scream but nothing, my voice doesn’t go beyond a gasp that isn’t even capable of waking me up, although I used all my strength to move I did not achieve anything... it is quite unpleasant. I heard that the best way to deal with this phenomenon is to close your eyes and fall asleep again but no matter how hard I try, I just end up thinking about any kind of random shit.

While I’m thinking in a plan to go back to sleep, a peculiar sound caught my attention.

Thanks to the position of my bed and the position in which I fell asleep I can see clearly in the direction of the door but since a few minutes the moonlight has disappeared, I deduce that due to a cloud... for that reason I am totally blind.

Uh... did the door just opened?

A s-shadow came through the door... it started to move in the direction of my bed... What the hell!?

Desperate, I tried to muster all my strength in order to move a muscle. Realizing that it was hopeless, I directed it towards my vocal cords, I must wake up! I MUST WAKE UP!

The shadow slowly approaches, prolonging my uncertain agony. W-what is that supposed to be? It can’t…! GHOSTS DO NOT EXIST! THEY DON’T EXIST!

The mattress on which my immobile body rests then sank when I saw the shadow approach and get on the bed...

Aaah! GET AWAY! I CAN’T MOVE! I CAN’T SHOUT! WHAT KIND OF SHITTY SITUATION IS THIS!?

C-crawling until it positioned itself on all fours like I did earlier with Monica, the shadow...

Wait…

When terror was about to completely take over me, I saw two gleams shining in the dark... two rubies that I recognize too well.

As casually as it went, the moonlight faintly illuminated the walls of the bedroom again, seizing me in the perfect setting for a live-action horror movie. Except that…

When the moonlight revealed to me the beautiful identity of the nocturnal intruder who climbed onto my bed, my heart stopped beating like crazy and I felt like I could breathe the most relaxing sigh of my life, of course, if I could even lift a finger.

—Danny?

The malicious expression on Monica’s face that the moon subtly illuminated changed to one of surprise.

—Why are you awake?!

Sure, I didn’t move at all, it’s not like I could.

—Wait… are you ignoring me?

Nope... I can’t answer, I’m sorry Monica, rummage through my thoughts or wake me up, if not, you’ll be there all night.

—Com- wait...

—Danny to Monica, Danny to Monica, Danny to Monica, Danny to Mo-

—I-I heard you, are you okay?

When Monica realized that something was wrong with me and registered in my mind, I felt some relief on the one hand... on the other hand...

—To put it simply, I have been suffering from sleep paralysis for a while now and I cannot move at all.

—Ooh, so you have sleep paralysis? It can’t be... that I’m so lucky...

—What do you mean?

I feigned ignorance, obviously.

—Isn’t that obvious? Or are you just playing dumb as usual?

—Who knows? —The only ounce of eloquence I could add to my words was tilting my eyes, well enough for the situation.

—Well… I can do whatever I want with you right now.

A slight chill ran down my spine as she spat out those words with a terribly shameless meaning which made me wonder deep inside; is this chill fear? Or is it pure hype?

This is how the genres of the film that could be filmed in this situation went from being a supernatural horror documentary based on “real events” to a humorous horror film, black and filthy humor loaded with +18 content... a good example would be Scary mov**

—But it’s not like that’s much different than usual.

And I felt like I wanted to let out a laugh, I couldn’t do it anyway, at least not physically.

—Haha, I guess you’re right.

—Sure it is, don’t you think?

Saying that, Monica’s expression turned into her typical provocative and somewhat terrifying gaze, only to turn into a smile a moment later.

—And this is what I want to do with you now! —She pulled her arms away and rose onto the bed, resting her feet on both sides of my torso.

—Eh? What are you planni-

Before I could finish speaking my thoughts, Monica’s body collapsed, landing with her butt on my chest.

When all the weight of this girl slammed onto my body in a relaxed state of paralysis, a spasm ran through my entire body and I twisted from the pain inflicted on my chest, coughing a few times... apparently I woke up.

—WHAT WAS THAT?!

—Hahahahahahaha!

She simply laughed without taking off me, putting both hands on her stomach as she laughed quite intensely. Ah... she did what she wanted to me again.

***

After I had awakened from my sleep paralysis in a rather violent and undesirable way, Monica was laughing at me for a while until she pulled away from me and laid down next to me. Obviously, since the guest bed is only designed for one person to sleep in, we had to get super close.

Her… her soft breasts warmly wrap my arm as she embraces it and presses my hand against her body.

We’ve been like this for some minutes now, talking about any amount of nonsense… I don’t know what time it is, but I’m sure at least 1am was left behind a little while ago.

—You never told me… Danny —caressing the palm of my hand with her fingers which tickled me, I tried to ignore it as she continued speaking—. What do you want to do when you finish high school?

—Speaking of the future huh… —Staring at the ceiling, I thought for a while about her words.

—Don’t you want to tell me?

—It’s not that —I shook my head slightly from side to side a couple of times—. But before I tell you... you must promise me something.

—Mm? Sure, anything for you —her tone of voice sounded a bit strange but in turn, the meaning of her words flowed as if it was the most natural thing in the world to say that you will do “anything” for someone.

—I just... wait, you haven’t read my mind to know yet, right?!

—If I had, I wouldn’t be asking you.

—Ah…

—Idiot —the voice she used to say that was very soft, almost like a whisper that hinted at the lack of seriousness of her words.

—Well… promise you won’t laugh, okay?

—Come on Danny —Sighing lightly, I could imagine that she closed her eyes for a moment even if I wasn’t looking at her face—. That’s stupid.

With one swift movement, Monica settled into a pose on all fours above me, bringing her face close with almost no space between us as she saw me with that sparkling pair of rubies reflecting the faint moonlight that was entering through the curtain.

—It doesn’t matter if it’s something silly, irresponsible or whatever… I won’t laugh… —Closing her eyes for a moment, she fell silent as if she was thinking of something just before opening them again—. Just as you were unable to make fun of my strange fetish and superiority complex when I put all my trust in you, remember?

—Your superiority complex is completely justified though —I looked away from her as I said that.

Pulling her head away a bit but without taking off me her gentle gaze, she made a couple of movements with her head, denying my words.

—It doesn’t matter the magnitude of my powers, I don’t care if I am what humanity has deified as a god, the very personification of omnipotence and potential omniscience and omnipresence… —She paused for a moment to let out a giggle.

—It’s hard to describe yourself without feeling like you’re throwing flowers on yourself huh? —Understanding the reason for her laughter, I accompanied her laughing a little.

—The thing is… despite all that, I don’t care. I don’t care at all; although my powers allow me to be on top of everyone and everything... that cannot matter less to me, because I consider myself exactly the same as all human beings living in this world. At the end of the day I’m just one of them, that simple.

Getting off me, she left her body fall where it was moments before, hugging and squeezing my arm between her soft breasts again.

—Then I guess I have no choice but to tell you...

—Of course! I am your girlfriend and your owner after all, you must tell me everything... only to me —those words were spoken with a subtle sensuality that didn’t make it feel very strange but completely changed the meaning of her words that if she had said it in an unaltered tone of voice.

—That contradicts what you just said!

—Fufufu~ even if I consider myself equal to others, you are the only one that I consider myself totally superior to… since you are my little romantic belonging~

The statement that would be a bit scary under normal circumstances became somewhat attractive to me so I decided not to reproach it. Her giggles caressing my ears faded until the room was silent again.

—Actually I have no idea, no. I don’t know what I want to do at all.

—You don’t know what you want to do? —Certainly, from the tone of her voice I could tell she wasn’t expecting it.

—That’s right... —I sighed with a bit of nerves manifesting in my stomach , I removed the restraints from my lips which would lead to reveal a secret that I have never told anyone, so casually while looking at the ceiling—. Let’s just say I’ve never had any real aspirations… yes, that’s it.

—Aspirations...?

—Mmhm, of course, I’m not bad at school, I have grades above the average, there are subjects that I do better than others like anyone else and I don’t give all my efforts in school. I could be one of the best students in school if I wanted to; I’m sure of it… although it might sound arrogant when I say it like that —laughing briefly, I continued—. But… why do it?

—...

—Sure, when you came into my life you gave a new meaning to my existence. I… I want to to give value to the colors you gave me… but I need time, I need time to know what to do with this value that you gave to my life.

I don’t consider myself a depressed person; at least not now. The stage of my life where I could hardly talk to people casually was already a few years ago, I have changed my attitude towards my environment and the people around me a lot in all this time since I entered high school. I interact with others and am usually upbeat.

However, when I get home I don’t know what to do, I don’t know where to look or why to do it... why should I do it? I don’t consider my life to be bad or sad, it is just that... I feel that there is an ulterior meaning for my life that I haven’t yet understood, something that would make my daily life stop being so bland...

—I see...

I can deduce that Monica didn’t know how to answer to my unexpected statement, of course, it’s something natural. Wakahisa Danny doesn’t give the impression of being a person with these kinds of thoughts; many would believe that I’m aiming for something like being a bodyguard given my exceptional martial arts skills... but I think that if you exclude that, no one could say for sure what my professional interests are.

—So… how about this?

—Mm? —Somewhat deep in thought still, I paid attention to the girl next to me.

—If by the time we graduate you still don’t know what you want to be... you can... graduate as my housewife!

—Umm…

Well... at least the strangely heavy atmosphere my words provoked was diluted with her... curious proposal.

I really don’t want to have to answer that though… for some unknown reason her words made me a little happy. Maybe because I felt that with a single sentence coming from her mouth, my life could have a meaning much more colorful than the bleak and uncertain future that I thought for myself?

—And… may I ask what you want to be in the future? —It’s kind of hard to tell when you’re so brilliant in everything you do.

A pouting appeared in the corner of my eye along with a guttural sound of protest, I think she understood the meaning behind my silence regarding her proposal and smiled before answering. Sure, I saved myself from having to tell her “when we graduate I’ll think about that” since we’re both in sync for this kind of things, the truth is that I vehemently refused to say something so embarrassing out loud.

—Brilliant in everything I do? Come on... you said it yourself a moment ago, with a little effort anyone can stand out... let’s see...

—You haven’t thought about it?

—It’s not that, it’s just that I’ve thought of various things. I am interested in drawing and also teaching… I think that is what stands out the most among what I want.

—Just that!? —I sat on the bed while I looked at her somewhat surprised—. I thought you had more complex things in mind!

—Like for example?

—I don’t know… physics, mathematics….

—What do you think about me? —Letting out a slightly annoyed sigh, she continued speaking—. Also, it’s not that drawing and teaching aren’t important things. Art gives color to the lives of many, a world without colors would be nothing more than a boring place in which no one wants to live. On the other hand, teaching is incredibly important! Probably more than discovering a star thousands of light years from our solar system or finding out uselessly the fact that our sun will die in such a distant future that we will surely have already extinguished ourselves... if nobody teaches them, who would discover those things?

Hearing her words that flowed rapidly like a waterfall that reproached my rude attitude, I laid down again somewhat embarrassed while looking at the ceiling.

—I-I didn’t thought about it like that before… I’m sorry I was so rude…

—Nah, don’t mind it; if you understood what I said that’s fine —her voice became soft and relaxed.

—So... drawing or being a teacher…

When I said that, the image of Monica appeared in my mind... of an adult Monica, a beautiful and tall woman with glasses and quite tall, with heels and... big breasts... speaking in front of a class of elementary school children sitting in their seats as they listened to her words, almost unable to pay attention to her due to the indecent pose of their teacher sitting on her desk...

—Right now you’re thinking of something perverted, aren’t you?

—O-of course not!

—Mm… you sure imagined me giving you private lessons in an uniform that left little to the imagination while saying something like… —Bringing her mouth to my ear, she whispered—. If you keep getting distracted in class… I’ll personally take care of disciplining you in my office —finishing her act, Monica blew into my ear and then took a gentle bite of my earlobe.

When I felt how her lewd words were melting my brain, my consciousness was sensitized to the point where when she bit my ear, I practically jumped out of bed and fell on the floor.

—W-What the hell you doing?!

—HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

—Crap, Monica... let’s go to sleep, it’s already three in the morning... —When I got up, I took my cell phone from the desk where I had studied the night before to check the current time.

Even with my face hot from embarrassment and sexual drive, I did my best to rid myself of a potential erection and the unnecessary and foolish ideas of being alone in a lonely house room with my girlfriend within hours of dawn.

—H-hell! —Her face changed from a wild laugh to a pale one of fear in less than a second—. I-if I sleep so little I will die!

—And WHO’S IN FAULT!?

And so the night passed... or rather what was left of the early morning of my first day staying at my girlfriend’s house... before I had to force her out of my room. It felt a bit wrong having to kick her out of the guest room in her own house... but if she stayed with me in that playful attitude she was in, we would get to get up for school without sleeping at all.

***

—Sweetheart, I love you so much, soooo much!

—Yes.

—You are… you are the light of my life!

—Fine.

—There’s no better boyfriend than you!

—Okay.

—Darling!

—Mhm.

—Don’t keep ignoring meeeeee!

It was a normal Tuesday but... that morning was so exhausting that it felt like the Friday of a busy week.

After waking up with an unhealthy exhaustion, I realized that I had put my cell phone alarm off for fifteen minutes… leaving me in trouble. Still that’s not the worst of all.

When I finished getting ready for school, I went downstairs to take care of making breakfast while expecting to meet Monica in the living room but she was nowhere to be found. When I went back upstairs and knocked on the door of her room so as not to have any answer, I opened after excusing myself using the mythic “excuse me” sentence.

Only to find her sleeping on her back with little or no time left to arrive to school.

No matter how much I shook her from side to side or yelled at her to get up, she would just put her hand under her flannel, scratch her belly and move the lips of her open mouth from which the drool dripped onto the pillow to let out a weak “fifteen more minutes...” I’m sure that if any of those boys spellbound by Monica’s mystical aura saw her in these conditions, their image from her as the ”Goddess of Sakura Densetsu High School” would be cruelly smashed into pieces.

And like that Monica and her bed together ended swimming in icy water with ice cubes hitting her on the forehead when the storm fell roaring on her inert body.

And luckily, thanks to my quick choice of actions we made our way to school on time… although we would have to buy our food there, thing I don’t usually do.

—Still Danny… —Pouting and looking away as she continued to walk in step with me, she complained—. Now I have to dry the sheets... and my flannel...

One detail I would have wanted to overlook is that when the ice water bucket was poured onto her, her flannel stuck to her body.

However, my haste and annoyance were so great that I didn’t even had time to blush... now that I think about it, well... maybe it was a little bit of an exciting view...

—Daaannyyyy... answer meeeee!

But... I know very well that it is impossible for me to be angry at her for more than fifteen minutes, regardless of what she does.

—I only took the best course of action, if I hadn’t, we would have been late in the presence of… you know which teacher we have our first class with today, right?

Suddenly her pouting and immature demeanor faded into an abnormally pale skin as her arms rubbed into a self-hug filled with sheer terror.

—T-t-thank you for saving my life, I’m in debt... I had completely forgotten...

—I’m right, no?

I couldn’t help but get chills all over my body when I imagined a scenario where we were late for the imposing Kawashima-sensei’s class.

When the gate to the school grounds appeared before us, next to me, Monica clung to me like gum, hugging my arm between her breasts... her intentions were unknown at first until I saw a body standing next to the doorway and heard a familiar voice.

—Take off a little... Moni-

—Good morning, Wakahisa, Riedel… I see that you two are in a pretty lovely mood this morning, did you find each other on the way to school?

That voice... cold as ice and hard as iron made my eardrums vibrate not because it was at a high pitch but because of the nervousness that it generated in me. We both stopped when we heard those words directed towards us while the other students continued to enter the campus. I can bet they just tried to avoid the situation, ignoring us.

—Oh, but it’s the student council president, Yamashiro Mayumi!

—I appreciate you’re remembering my name. Still, there’s something I can’t let go even if you’ve taken the trouble to remember who I am.

Somehow it felt as if sparks had come out of that clash of words, words that were apparently calm and civilized but had a lethally sharp meaning behind them.

—To answer your question, sure, sure we meet! We always come to school like this!

—Is that so huh?

For some reason I felt that Monica’s attitude was completely different from the other day. Yesterday, when we met the reckless president of the student council along with her faithful assistant and vice president, Monica was paralyzed... of course I cannot blame her, according to Yamashiro, the secret of the girl now squeezing my left arm had been revealed and not only the council but “everyone” knew it.

But today unlike that moment in the past, Monica’s attitude felt calm and somewhat defiant... maybe “possessive” is the word I’m looking for?

—Well... formalities aside, miss head of the student council... —The civil and gentle smile on Monica’s face turned into a sinister one that made her seem willing to kill anyone in the way of her love like one of those typical yanderes in anime—. I know where you want to get to... but I’m sorry, this boy belongs to me! —That last phrase intoned in a high-pitched voice like the one of a little girl as she pressed my arm tighter than before against her chest, giving me goose bumps.

—D-does he belongs to you? What stupid things are you talking about!? Wakahisa is a student of this school like you and me and he doesn’t belong to anyone! —The previously dignified and unchanging attitude of the influential iron fist that rules morals and good conduct in our high school was thrown off balance by nervously repeating what she heard from Monica.

—For your information… —Keeping with that sinister expression, she continued to stick out her claws (metaphorically) as if she was willing to scratch Yamashiro—. This boy is my propriety

—Um... —Trying to make room in the conversation that seemed more like a shooting in an elevator, I spoke with a weak voice like the shy protagonist of a shoujo manga or an otome game over which the capture targets were fighting—. I have no word her-?

—Shut up!

—Shut up!

Although in this case they didn’t treat me delicately like a shoujo manga maiden or an otome game main heroine… quite the opposite. They both said that perfectly synchronized… sending a chill down my spine.

—Okay... I’ll shut up —grieved, I looked down at the floor, toward Yamashiro’s shoes.

Of course, nothing I said here was relevant to the battle between the striped tiger and the winged dragon that is taking place right now.

—So… Riedel, how’s that thing about Wakahisa belonging to you? —I don’t know what family you belong to and I don’t care where you come from, where you are standing right now, taking someone’s life like that is totally unaccepta-

—If you don’t believe me, why don’t you check it out for yourself?

—Eh?

—Uh?

Both Yamashiro and I let out a curious sound from our throats; feeling that this confrontation would have an unpleasant ending for me, I tried to speak into Monica’s ear.

—Hey... what are you trying to do provoking Yamashiro?

—Mm? What are you talking about, Danny? —Ignoring my attempt to keep the question between the two of us, Monica spoke loud enough for the girl in front of us to hear as well—. You are my servant after all, right?

—What are you talking abou-?

As I watched Monica understanding less and less about this stupid joke, I heard Yamashiro exclaim with a worried voice right in front of me.

—Wakahisa… why are you dressed like that?

—Dressed how?

When I looked down to see my uniform… well, I found something completely different from my uniform, something that just shouldn’t be there, wait… when I left home I’m sure not… wait… I… I know this...

Monica’s malicious giggle next to me confirmed my suspicions and my greatest fear as well.

—Do you remember that favor you owed me for buying you that extravagant outfit?

Now everything... everything makes sense!

And I fell like an idiot into her fucking trap!

Those strange things that Monica bought in that boutique...

—By the way miss —the clerk turned, whispering something to Monica using a voice tone high enough not to be discreet at all—. The two pairs of gloves, the necktie and the vest, is everything ready? She peeked into the pink satchel, rummaging through it.

I can’t believe it… but sure enough, for an employee to show so much confidence with a client she had just met that she would rummage through her purse… they were tuning in to the same damn frequency of “making fun of a shy cute boyfriend”!

This servant’s uniform... this... can’t...

—This is how you will return the favor to me. You will be my loyal servant for a whole day!

W-women are scary!!

And without warning, a snap of the fingers I’m used to, sent my consciousness back to some point in the near past.