The dream world; a sacred place for us as individuals, a space of our imagination in which everything is possible, from our deepest longings to our most exalted nightmares materialized in something as tangible as the skin of our own body. That’s why I was able to see her once more crying and lamenting over her sins, having abused her status as God, her infinite reach and at the same time her lack of possibilities, the representation of her arrogance being thrown to the ground by a being even higher than her.

—Danny... no... give… back… Danny.

—I-I don't care how many times I have to bring this world down... if he's not here... that doesn't make any sense... even if I have to desecrate the limits of my powers...

—Forgive me... Danny —with tears in her bright crimson eyes, she violated one of her most important personal policies leaving this world naked before an omnipotent power.

***

—Pss, wake up~

My eyes received the impact of light, when I heard a feminine and delicate voice that pushed wind direct into my body I began to open my eyes of a deep royal blue slowly. The first thing that I registered in my vision was not the ceiling of a room, the first sound I heard was not the morning singing of the birds whose occupation was to wake up many people, instead, when I opened my eyes I saw a figure of incalculable size pretty close to me.

—Good morning —a goofy grin crossed her face.

—M-Monica...?

Slowly, memories about what happened the day before began to crawl inside my head. Still sleepy I allowed myself to open my eyes as wide as I could.

—Ah g-good morning!

—And what’s that? Are you nervous?

I tried to sit on the fleshy, moving floor I was on, the palm of a giant hand.

—It's not that... just that I woke up somewhat disoriented, I did not remember that I had gone to sleep at this size, even that your face was the first thing I saw when I woke up shocked me a bit.

Her smile disappeared in a matter of seconds, glancing at me with a face now filled with insecurity, she spoke.

—Did… I upset you?

Hearing her nervous words I felt a desire to laugh that would be able to guarantee me a journey of pain with no return to the depths of Monica's twisted machinations to deal with insolent and insignificant little humans, ambivalently a feeling of warmth filled me inside making the words come out on their own.

—Not at all —I shook my head—. In fact, I loved that you were the first thing I saw today… that tells me this will be a good day.

Quickly her former sad expression reddened and turned into a nervous one without any of that depressing atmosphere.

—Damn... you're turning into a worse monster than me little by little... —She looked away from me for the first time since I woke up without moving her hand.

—Ah… sorry —I scratched my neck searching for the right words—. It's just that I meant what I felt even though it might be embarrassing, that's all.

While I was recovering from the slight embarrassment that caused me saying that, my floor moved quickly and even so I was not knocked down this time, when I realized what was happening I was already against a spongy and ridiculously soft pink and damp wall, I felt a slight suction coming from her sucking my face and my body. As fast as the hand I am on moved it returned to its previous place.

—Like that we’re done.

Realizing what had just happened I couldn't help but warm up a bit, not just my face but my body in general also remembering what happened yesterday and what those lips did to me, I think it was a natural reaction.

—Oooh, this part of here likes it too huh?

—S-shut up! I just woke up, it’s normal…

—Fufufu~ Mmmmhmm… no Monica, control yourself, not now —talking to herself she slapped her cheeks—. Are you hungry?

Until now I was totally distracted by her face but when she asked me that, I could almost feel as if my stomach had awakened by those words making a slight roar, with this I nodded in response.

—Then let's go have breakfast, this time I'll make something myself.

...

When we arrived at the living room Monica carefully placed me on the top of the kitchen section and began to remove things from drawers and the refrigerator, extracting some eggs I was able to deduce what course of action she was going to take in the kitchen.

—Tamagoyaki? —I asked almost sure of the answer.

—That's right —she replied without interrupting what she was doing.

Time passed normally while I observed her cook and I was able to notice something; despite filling her mouth saying that she hardly ever cooks she moved quite masterfully manipulating the utensils and ingredients although making tamagoyaki is not something that requires the greatest effort from practically anyone, it felt strange somehow.

After finishing cooking she held a plate of contents in one hand as she let me climb onto the free one.

—I think I'm gradually getting used to being transferred like this.

—So… you're already succumbing to the idea of being my pet...

—Mmm… probably.

I didn’t felt with the urge to retort that, yes, it's true that I consider myself a human with rights and freedom but taking into consideration the events of yesterday, at some moment my mind began to accept almost imperceptibly the idea that belonging to her wouldn't be so bad.

—Are you considering it? —Her expression changed to a more serious one.

—Maybe... I don't really know.

—Hey… Are you losing your sense of normalcy? I better get you back to your size fast.

—Huh?

Before I knew it, I was sitting on the sofa with my 179 centimeters back, I examined my hands and the rest of my body covered by the school uniform. Having gotten used to my previous size it feels strange to see everything in normal size again.

—I was thinking… —Monica placed the plate with tamagoyaki on the table and went to the kitchen to prepare another one. Do you want to go on a date today?

Still lost in my thoughts while watching my hands, arms and legs, those words were belatedly registered in my head.

—A date?

***

At 2 o'clock in the afternoon we both left her house together. Monica wore a white short-sleeved blouse with a C-neck, something quite casual, it turned into a dark pink almost red tank top and ended like an old skirt somewhat loose with a blue bow right in the middle of her breasts but right at the end of them along with blue shorts accompanied by white high-heeled sandals that showed her well-groomed pink nails as well as those of her hands and made her a little more taller than me. Finally, a gleaming silver pendant holding a small glass (with an absurd origin and content) resting on the cloth that covered her breasts and a small pink bag hanging from her left arm, a perfect combination of clothes and pastel colors for these spring days, they looked both esthetic and quite comfortable. Sadly, next to her I was wearing the simple and boring school uniform as always, I tried to ask her to make something appear for me but she said she had a better idea so we came out like this.

To be honest, seeing her like this made my heart to take a tremendous leap, being used to her usual uniform of blazer, shirt and skirt with long stockings, a different look made her look really fresh. Without realizing it I was watching her with my time frozen while she locked the door; finishing, she took her way but stopped when she noticed my fixed gaze.

—Is something wrong?

—Did you make up?

Even though I was aware of exactly what she did, I asked because I couldn't believe that the human figure in front of me would have reached such a level without some make up.

—Just my usual lipstick and a bit of shading. Do I look weird?

—The only difference was the shading? It's not that you look weird… it's just… How can I say this? —I caressed my cheek with a finger reflectively—. I'm not used to seeing you without your uniform... I had only seen you in your pajamas yesterday and... well... you’re breathtaking right now... O-of course I'm not saying you don't always look beautiful! —I began to move my hands from side to side defensively—. What I mean is that it’s a refreshing feeling to see you in something different, it’s just a different beauty! And it's unfair that you reach such a profile with just some lipstick and shading!

Remaining silent, I saw that Monica's expression turned to perplexity for a moment and then she started to laugh, breaking the atmosphere with her cheeks reddened.

—Hahahaha, t-that's enough! You’re making me to decide between mocking and getting embarrassed! Hahahahahahaha!

Feeling ridiculous I lowered my head feeling my face very hot.

—But still… —She placed her hand under my chin, lifting it gently—. It was the most cute thing that anybody had told me.

Her pink lips forming a sensual smile and penetrating red eyes pierced through my flesh and blood as if they were looking straight into my heart, in a moment of tension I hoped that anything could happen, however, she released my head and took my left arm hugging and pressing it against her abundant cleavage; my blood gave me no quarter rushing to stain my face internally with the bright reddish color once more although I appreciate that it went in that direction and not the opposite.

—Now this looks like a date!

—And why the hell am I the one wearing the uniform?

—It's a secret so I can't tell yet but I promise you'll have fun~

—Hof… —I let out a heavy sigh—. Okay... I'm on your hands.

—Come on!

Pointing forward vigorously with her free arm we began walking together as she held my arm tightly. Really I don’t know if from her perspective she would see this act as something masculine or if in first place she would be able to see me like a masculine figure who could protect her when our relationship in terms of power was unilaterally defined with her making all the weight on the scale and leaving me at the top as if comparing a ton of lead against a feather. Breaking the quiet and slightly awkward atmosphere, she spoke as we walked.

—You know martial arts, don't you?

—Hm? Yeah.

—How much?

—Mmm... let's see... I spent three years doing it when I was a child. I learned enough to defend myself against blows and knives, I also learned how to quickly disarm someone with a firearm but they told us many times not to try it because it was really dangero- —realizing my impoliteness for starting to speak to myself in front of her, I stopped my train of thought that materialized into words—. Sorry, I got carried away.

—No, it's okay —she closed her eyes as she shook her head briefly—. You know a lot about self-defense —she continued talking as we walked—. So I'm sure you can stand up for me, you make me feel safe Danny.

Seeing the meaning behind those words, for the third time in a row my face reddened. The abnormal course of these repeated rises of blood to the head must not be healthy.

—D-don't poke around in my head!

—Sorry sorry but I couldn't help looking inside a bit when I felt you were worried about something —she paused for a moment and looked up—. Although I cannot be sure if you’re masculine, your hair is silky and cool but you look more like an otaku than a tough guy, was that what you thought when you let it grew to cover your left eye?

—Am I so transparent...? —I strained my facial muscles trying to keep from turning red again.

—That's a probability fufufu~. But the truth is that I love the color and shape of your eyes...

Give me a break.

...

Walking long enough we both reached a shopping mall, due to the fairly predictable day we visited it this place seemed like a battlefield, packed with both adults and young people our age (or my age and Monica’s age) tirelessly walking from one side to another without stopping, there was so many people that they seemed to be appearing from the floor. Even though saying that out loud would have been rude it's what crowds look like in the busiest places of Japan.

—Uooh… there’s a lot of people here.

—It's Saturday, what did you expected? Anyway, that doesn't matter… let's get straight to the point —without letting go my hand she continued walking after having stopped for a moment to examine the place from afar.

As we got close enough we began to walk to the rhythm of the crowd losing ourselves in a river although the correct thing would be a sea of r03;r03;people, wherever I looked I could only see people and more people, a feeling somewhat overwhelming for me rose to the throat. I tried to overshadow it by focusing on the warmth of the arm that squeezed mine tightly and the softness of the breasts between which it was. Sometimes I seriously feel like she's the one protecting me, I can't help but feel a little pathetic about it.

Finally we arrived at an oasis in the middle of the desert; we entered a store with several dressed mannequins on display behind the windows, the white LEDs in the ceiling and the light colors gave the store a feeling of modernism and a slight luxury. Right a moment after entering the place a girl in a black uniform with white sleeves and black hair with ponytail approached us with a big smile.

—Welcome, can I help you with something?

—I'm looking for clothes to my boyfriend

~

Monica spat out those words with nothing left inside her, I couldn't help but turn red as a tomato (once again) and see her with wide eyes.

—M-Monica!

—Have you gotten shier or something? We’re dating after all, nothing to be ashamed of.

The assurance in her words was certainly comforting but they made me feel stupid and childish, am I a child to be ashamed with this things?

—Ahem —I cleared my throat coughing a couple of times—. You're right I'm sorry.

—Don't worry, it's normal for young couples to be ashamed of things like this, especially if they're first-timers although that’s not a big problem, you'll see how over time you get used.

The unexpected intervention of the employee with beautiful features made me feel strangely comforted, scratching the back of my neck I looked down for a moment… after all she hit the mark by calling us “first timers”.

—Yes, I suppose it is… thank you very much.

—Nothing to worry about. For some reason this boutique is popular with young people these days, we usually see a wide range of boys and girls walk through that door whether they are novice or experienced couples, they all have an aura that makes them easier to identify. When I saw you enter it almost felt like “oh, they definitely started dating less than a week ago” —taking a moment, she placed her hand covered by a white glove over her mouth—. E-excuse me… I got carried away.

Hearing the word “boutique” my neurons short-circuited and I started yelling at Monica from my head with everything I had hoping she could hear me even though I had told her not to rummage through my head before.

—THIS IS AN EXPENSIVE PLACE MONICA, LET'S GET OUT OF HERE BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE SO MUCH MONEY!

She turned her head towards me diverting her attention from the nervous employee and smiling warmly at me, she used her usual “everything will be fine” expression.

—Don't worry, you didn't insulted us or anything, it's a fact that we're new to this, despite being 17 we never had a partner before.

—Even so miss, I see you’re very full of confidence and self-assurance for it to be your first time, you look quite mature for your age.

—That surely is due to my upbringing; either way, putting that aside...

—Right, the clothes —the woman around her later twenties looked at me from head to toe making me feel a bit uncomfortable—. What kind of clothes do you like? From your hairstyle and appearance I deduce that you prefer monochrome sets of dark colors, am I wrong?

The discomfort of a moment ago was replaced by a great impression, just giving me a slight glance and after only a few seconds of contact she was able to deduce what kind of clothes I usually wear having hit right in the spot.

—Indeed, I prefer to wear shirts unbuttoned along with T-shirts although my favorite dressing color is black I have no problem with other dark colors. But... am I really that easy to read?

—Black huh… You don't have to worry about that, young people lately prefer minimalist outfits. In the case of not being black they would go for pastel colors; those in particular tend to be quite popular in spring, especially among girls. Anyway, follow me.

The high-skilled woman left me quite impressed. When she started walking in a certain direction I shot a piercing look at Monica feeling like my wallet was screaming from just being in this place, without much delay I followed who was attending us.

—In this section you will find clothes that you will probably like, if you cannot decide you can talk to me and I will help you if I can.

—Thank you very much —I bowed slightly and began to examine all the items on display—. Wow... there are a lot of clothes here...

Seeing the enormous diversity of shapes and colors of well-known brands I felt a bit overwhelmed, this is something that I could never afford to pay for but for some reason I’m here. At some point I lost sight of Monica but before I could worry about looking for her, she came out from between some shelves full of clothes running towards me.

—I found this for you! —I'm sure you will love it!

When I saw what she was referring to, my heart skipped a beat for the clothes she was carrying.

—Er... —I couldn't get a single word out correctly.

—Don't worry, I made sure to choose something of good quality, I know it will look great on you.

THAT'S NOT THE PROBLEM!

—M-Monica ...

Interrupting my complaint in process the shop assistant hurriedly came to us, eyes widening when she saw the clothes Monica was carrying in a small plastic basket.

—Wow! —You have excellent taste miss, I think you couldn't have chosen better.

—Hehe… don't be so modest because you work here, I just base myself on my sense of fashion and what I thought he would like, I've known him for some time.

While those two were chattering my world was spinning without taking my eyes off the basket. I started to feel dizzy.

—Go ahead and try it.

Monica handed me the basket while I was still perplexed processing everything at turtle speed. I nodded weakly and entered the dressing room covered by a black curtain. As I began to rummage through the basket my heart turned more and more observing what she had chosen for me, I had no choice but to start to shed my comfortable and normal uniform to dress in those selected luxury clothes. When I finished I saw myself in the mirror.

A long-sleeved black T-shirt stuck against my slightly skinny torso, on top of it a slightly long jacket of the same color reaching a little below the hip, the totally black and wrinkled pants that were held perfectly in its chain by a strap, my skin was covered up to my shoes, black, neat and shiny with a few small laces that adjusted it and ended as a point in a peak. The hairs on my skin sleeved when I saw myself from head to toe, was it because of disgust? Impression?

BECAUSE I LOVE IT!

BUT DEFINITELY IT'S NOT SOMETHING CASUAL!

—I need to take this off, I'll put my unifor… HUH!?

Taking my eyes off the mirror I searched the basket where I had left my uniform but it was gone, I searched and searched around the dressing room but did not find it anywhere. This can only be the work of...

—Are you ready? —She spoke enthusiastically.

—GIVE ME MY UNIFOR-

The curtain opened, on the other side Monica and the clerk saw me with puzzled expressions on their faces. I could feel their gazes hitting hard, unable to leave a single corner of my body unexplored, that seriously began to bother me after a few seconds.

—… What's wrong…?

They both raised their arms to me and raised their thumbs with smiles and closing one eye.

—Danny, you look perfect!

—Miss, you're pretty lucky!

THOSE WERE COMPLIMENTS!?

I don't think I've ever felt so uncomfortable in my life.

—Monica... please... my uniform... Is this not too flashy?

—Nowadays there are many young people with truly extravagant clothes walking through the streets of Japan in total normality and not counting the ones cosplaying. Everything will be fine!

Hey! That's a good consolation, you're just missing a little detail! WE'RE NOT IN AKIBA, IT LOOKS LIKE I'M GOING TO A PARTY FILLED WITH RICH PEOPLE!

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

—Yeah yeah, I made sure of that, thank you so much! I'll send you a photo.

They both held hands and jumped around closing their eyes with well-marked smiles. Gloves? Tie? A vest? What the hell is a neck tie? WHAT ARE THEY PLANNING?! And more importantly, when did they got close enough to share phone numbers?!

—Ahem —clearing her throat, the lively woman smoothed her uniform with her hand and regaining her former temper and seriousness she entered the character of a boutique clerk again—. This way please.

If gazes could kill, mine would have killed the pink-haired girl several times. We both walked behind her until we reached the place to pay.

—Here it is —checking in her wallet Monica took out a card and handed it to the woman.

I decided to walk away a bit while Monica paid, I definitely didn't want to hear the price of all that, not now. A few moments later she made some hand signals to me that told me we were ready to go. As I said goodbye to the clerk with a smile faker than a 4 yen bill we both walked through the exit but then I realized something.

—Uh... Doesn't the clothes have devices that would make a ring at the exit?

—Don't worry, I removed them just now.

I sighed not quite getting used to her powers, sometimes they take me off guard on everyday things like this.

—I'll pay you… I promise.

—You didn't even heard the price, how will you do it?

—Tell me later, I still don't want to know.

—Hehe —letting out a short laugh she looked at me—. It's a gift Danny, you don't have to pay me anything.

—A gift? Why? That must have been very expensive!

—Can't a girlfriend give her boy nice things? Oh and don't get it wrong, I'm not doing this for you to give me things later, don't feel indebted to me.

—You are so…

The feeling of my jacket waving to the wind that was generated for the walk was too great, I felt like my chūni impulses were returning to my body aggressively. If this had happened in my second year of middle school I'm sure that I would have flapped the jacket in the wind, covered my left eye with my right hand and shouted something like “I, the master of darkness, Raklix Lacnor, will dominate this world with the power of the eye of god and the legendary sword that lodge in my soul” without worrying about the people around me… or something like that, just imagining it I feel like my skin cramps and I want to bury my head in the ground.

—To tell you the truth I'm lying, I do need you to pay me this later.

—Anyway… —I let out a regretful sigh—. I was looking for a part time job, don't worry.

—I didn't mean that, you'll pay me in another way...

—How?

—For now I will not tell you directly but I will give you an advance, I have a wish that you must fulfill under any circumstance, no matter what it is… you will have to do it even if it is embarrassing or you don’t like it, OK?

The certainty of her words undoubtedly worried me but feeling the luxury with which I’m clothing now I could not do anything else but accept and nod dejectedly.

—Hahaha, don't put that face, it's not a bad thing.

—By the way... where’s my uniform?

—It's in the bag —she indicated the location tapping it lightly.

—Does all that fit there?

—I manipulated it a bit so it's much bigger inside, even you can fit whole. Your bag is also inside.

—Wow...

—Do you want to go eat something?

—Yeah but… let me pay this time.

—Good thing.

Considering the ease with which she was able to throw a good amount of money… her parents must be in a well-off economic position although that’s not a secret from me since I remember different occasions in which she has spoken about their jobs and trips, I am not very sure about their exact occupation, what I know is that they spend a lot of time traveling around the world but even if that's the case it would be terrible for her to pay for everything on a date, I’m not going to be able to sleep if that happen so I desperately tried to get to a point where I could pay something, luckily she agreed.

—What would you like to eat?

—Mmm… I think the first fast food place we see around will be fine —she began to look for something similar.

And so after finding a fast food place and replenishing ourselves with a couple of well-made burgers with cola we went out of the place. Apparently Monica appreciated the art of this jacket since she stopped sticking to me because it would lose some of the effect although it was a matter of time for her to not being able to keep resisting and stick to me once more squeezing my thin left arm and practically shoving it between her breasts, it’s not something I complained about, the chūnibyō had already left my life… right?

Before realizing it was already 6pm, buying my clothes, having gone to eat and wandering from store to store seeing things that Monica found cute (and buying clothes for her in the process) 4 hours passed, the time sure flies by when you are with the person you like.

When the two got ready to go home leaving the area of the mall we were found by the two last people in the world I wanted to see me while wearing these eccentric clothes. Monica raised the arm hanging her purse and shook it from side to side greeting.

—Ozuuumaaa, Kahikoooo.

My legs told me to run away from there as soon as I heard those names but when I tried to run I almost ripped off my arm, the grip of the girl next to me was ridiculously strong, so much that I couldn't move a meter.

—You stay here —she whispered.

My face started to fall from shame when I saw those two approaching from afar... my life is over, for some reason I think I know what the first words they will say when they see me will be...

—Hel… wow Danny, you look great!

—Wakahisa… you look pretty handsome, are you going somewhere special?

Tomoe wearing a white blouse with a circular patterned pink and green open dark jacket along with some brown boots and a blue collar resting on her breasts... which are even larger than Monica’s. Shirogane had a simple outfit of a light blue shirt, a red shirt bottom, blue jeans and high red converse. They both looked me up and down like I was an alien or something.

—Yeah yeah yeah, whatever, make fun of m… Wait what?

—See? I had told you it looked great on you but you wouldn't stop complaining.

—Wait… Are you serious?!

—Did you think we would tease? You look pretty neat man, if I were making fun of it I would be threatening good taste.

—That's right! —Tomoe nodded vigorously a couple of times.

—It doesn't really seem very casual to me, even you thought I was going to a party or an event, Tomoe.

—What with that? Are you out for a walk?

—Ah, we're actually on a date —the girl hugged my arm between her breasts with both arms.

—Oh I totally forgot, lovebirds need a little time alone… hehe —Shirogane tried to attack my weak points.

—Don’t even bother yourself trying that Shiro, those things don't work against me anymore.

—Hm? —Are you no longer ashamed?

—I'm too happy with Monica to be ashamed of things like that so I think I'm already immune.

Both Monica and Shirogane put on puzzled expressions without believing what they had just heard from me.

—What?

—Fufufu~ you say that now but a while ago you got nervous when I told the clerk...

—This and that are two different things! I don't even know her!

Shirogane was no longer in the position to taunt, that position had been relieved.

—Mm... now that I remember… Tomoe are you okay? Yesterday you practically ran out of the classroom —recalling the events of yesterday I asked that.

—Oh, thanks for worrying Wakahisa but it was nothing serious, it all was due to something that made me sick from the stomach but I'm already perfectly fine.

—I'm glad to hear that… what are you doing here by the way?

The two of them saw each other for a moment blinking a few times and looking back at me.

—Tomoe called me saying that today the new volume of a certain novel she is reading came out and she wanted company to go and buy it, she said she would buy me something in return but I'm still waiting.

—Don't worry! Eventually you will be rewarded~

—It's 6pm already, how is that possible? —Shirogane complained.

—W-we were already on our way there! —she stated.

—Then I think we'll part ways here, we were going home —Monica spoke from my left with a very animated voice.

—Oooh, then we better not keep delaying you. Take care! —Tomoe started walking in a different direction.

—That's it… Well Danny, see you the monday at school.

—Sure —I agreed—. See you.

The two of took their way and walked away, losing themselves in the crowd.

—Let's go home?

—Okay but I'll go with you to your house first.

—Danny… you know I don't need that…

—Let me do it, okay?

—Ah… whatever you want —she sighed giving up.

I know it is probably stupid that I want to take her home with the intention of protecting her from the dangers of the approaching night but it was what felt natural to me, I never had a girlfriend before but I have seen that this is a gold rule when it comes to going on a date and that girls like to feel protected by their boyfriend... although I'm sure that if someone here should be accompanied home by the other due to a real danger that would be me.

***

After walking long enough we reached the neighborhood where her house was located.

—I have a question for you...

Breaking the silence that built between us after a peaceful walk back, I turned my face to see hers.

—What is it?

—Don't you use your power to get things? What I'm talking about is… for example, the latest phone on the market, some really nice clothes that appear on TV or things like that.

Her sight that was focused on my face moved away to look straight ahead when I said that.

—I admit that when I was a child I did it with a couple of dresses that I thought were cute, but... it's not something I like to do.

—Why? You have unlimited power!

—To be honest, despite these great powers… I want to live my life in the most “normal” way possible.

There was silence between us for a moment but she continued speaking after a few seconds.

—It may sound selfish seeing that there are so many people in the world with needs, that with these possibilities I let them pass and live a normal life but you could say that I don't want to be too greedy and end up feeling empty.

—Greedy?

—Yes, greedy, let me tell you an example Danny. If you had an endless supply of sweets and you ate them every day, don't you think you would end up getting bored of the taste that makes them special?

—If you put it like that...

—That's right, once I start doing everything with my powers, when I have everything what will I do after that? After having a great mansion, all the money in the world, after turning into the queen of the world, what will I do then? Will I go to another world? Will I become the queen of the universe? And so?

—You will sit on… on an empty throne.

—I see you can understand me, I don’t use my powers for benefits like that, I use my powers in some specific situations. The first one, cases in which my life could be at risk, if it is true that I cannot prevent the death of other people using my powers it’s true that I can guarantee my safety, the second, very specific things to save me time like transporting a glass of water that I left in the kitchen to my hand if I am in my room... and third, well, I think you already know what it is.

—Everything about your microphilia.

—Right.

—You are too amazing, did you know it?

—Nah, it's not that great.

—Even if you say that...

Finishing our exchange, we arrived at the front of her house.

—Do you want to hang out a bit?

—Monica… we both know that if I put a single foot in your place I won't be out until at least tomorrow.

—Haa… —With a gaze and smile filled with guilt she started to play with her fingers having released me earlier.

—Will I see you on monday?

—What day is it tomorrow Danny?

—Day? Uhhh —as much as I tried to remember something… nothing came to mind, the first and most important thing I tried to remember was her birthday but that's in fall to begin with so there's no point in worrying about it yet. We started dating a few days ago so our anniversary is beside the point—. Sorry, is something important happening tomorrow?

—Come on…—Letting out a heavy sigh she did a self facepalm—. It's nothing, forget it.

—I’m really sorry…

—You don't have to apologize to me silly. Whatever, we’ll get along tomorrow —she opened the metal gate that overlooked her yard with a rusty sound and crossed, turning to close it.

—Ah…

—Yes?

—Thank you very much for the clothes, I appreciate it very much! —I bowed as much as I could in appreciation.

—You… uhh… it was a gift so there’s no need for you to thank me so much, just enjoy it~

Despite her previous position I felt her body hugging mine, pressing my head against her abdomen. As I stood up again she was hugging me.

—It was a great day… I had a great time with you, I'm the one who thanks you, my love...

Moving my head away with her two hands for a moment, she brought her face close to mine putting an expression that denoted pure happiness and a moment later she planted her lips on mine, giving me a kiss.

I could feel her tongue pushing my lips which made me open them, she invaded my oral cavity moving from one side to another and hitting it against mine, I let myself be carried away and began to put my tongue in her mouth. Together we stayed in that position playing with our tongues in the middle of a passionate kiss for a few minutes until we separated, she ran towards the gate closing it with a big smile, there were no goodbye words because that kiss and her gaze was everything we need to communicate.

“I love you” “I will appear at any time, wait for me”.

She took my uniform and my own bag of hers and threw everything at me, catching everything I began to wonder how suspicious a guy my age dressed in full black clothes with a uniform in his hands would be on the eyes of somebody else so I decided to get it quickly in the bag, then she opened the door and entered, closing it and leaving me alone with my thoughts on the middle of the sidewalk. Without wasting time I began to walk in the direction where my home was.

For some reason the conversation we had about the extent to which she use her powers felt a bit strange, is it logical that someone who has endless possibilities in the palm of her hand can give up on that so easily? She literally holds the world in her hands and treats it like a purse with a few low denomination coins inside.

What monstrous moral and ethics must she have in that head to contain a power so overwhelming like that?

I think I'll go to bed thinking about that tonight after taking a good bath.