The morning sun streamed through the gaps in the curtains, scattering across the bed and waking Ryo Asakura from his slumber. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he groggily sat up and reached out to silence the shrill alarm clock on his bedside table.
It was already the second day after leaving the Saionji residence, and the long-awaited weekend had finally arrived. Perhaps influenced by his previous life, Asakura didn't enjoy going out and wandering around, preferring the comfort of his home, indulging in online games, anime, and novels.
His room was filled with all sorts of electronic gadgets, the walls plastered with anime posters, and light novels and figurines neatly arranged on the bookshelf. During the holidays, his life was simple and routine. He immersed himself in this small world all day long, passing the time leisurely.
Like any other holiday, after a quick wash-up, he began to prepare breakfast. Since he lived alone, Asakura usually just made some fast food to get by. Although he had acquired cooking skills, he was still the slightly lazy otaku at heart, and saving energy was always a plus.
Only office workers could truly appreciate how rare leisure time like this was.
After a simple breakfast, he returned to his room, turned on his computer, and logged into the online game he had been playing in his spare time.
Ryo Asakura's game character was quite well-developed. Every time he logged in, he attracted envious and admiring gazes at his equipment. It wasn't that he had exceptional luck in the game, but that he had a like-minded gaming friend who always supported him. Whenever either of them needed equipment, the other was always the first to offer it.
The friend notification of his account going online immediately triggered a message from a game friend named 'Asuna'.
"Are you going to gather materials for the Black Dragon dungeon today? I'm still a few short to get enough for the enhancement."
"No problem, we can play all day."
"OK."
Soon, Asuna's voice call invitation popped up on Line. Earlier, because they needed to communicate in real-time about game strategy and difficulty, the two had added each other as Line friends. Asakura picked up his phone and accepted the invitation.
"Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me, Asakura-kun?"
"No problem, Asuna, let's hurry up and get started!"
"Uh-huh."
Suffering from naming difficulties, he had simply named his game character after his own surname and was too lazy to come up with any weird nicknames.
"Asakura-kun, please help me pull the aggro. I'm going to charge up my ultimate to put the boss into the mechanism."
"OK, leave it to me."
After dodging the BOSS's attacks several times, the long-accumulated ultimate move finally struck the monster NPC. The dazzling skill effects illuminated Ryo Asakura in front of the screen, making him sigh.
"Asuna, your skills are always so cool no matter how many times I see them. I'm really envious."
"Ah, it's all thanks to Asakura-kun's help that the learning scroll for this skill was revealed. Mine is yours, right?"
Asuna teased Asakura, who was often unlucky in drops, with a bright smile. His luck couldn't be described as terrible, but it could certainly be called unusually specific. However, the items dropped in the dungeon were almost always those that Asuna could use, while items for his own profession were incredibly rare, as if the game developers had a particular fondness for this lovely girl.
After defeating the final form of the BOSS, among the items that exploded on the ground were all the materials that Asuna needed to strengthen her weapons, collected in one go, making one sigh at this incredible world where appearances seemed to matter even in item drops.
"Damn XXX company, they've swallowed up the equipment I wanted again, damn it."
Asuna's sweet and melodious laughter echoed through the voice chat as she listened to the boy's indignant complaints. For a moment, the atmosphere became extremely joyful.
"Hey, Asakura-kun, don't be angry. I'll give you a little surprise today as a reward for playing with me, hehe."
"I'm not angry, I just think the drop rate mechanism of this game is unreasonable, and I want to protest. Also, what gift will Asuna give me?"
"Just look forward to it."
Thinking of the gift she was about to give Asakura, a blush appeared on her face, like peach blossoms quietly blooming in early spring, delicate and pure. It started from her cheeks, gradually spread to her ears, and even her neck, like a gentle tide, drowning her in endless shyness.
Asuna, or Yuuki Asuna, had received an elite education since childhood. Her father was the CEO of a large company, and her mother was a university professor. The strict family education oppressed her and made her feel suffocated. Online games were her last sanctuary, and here she met Asakura, a boy who could tolerate her infinitely and always brought her incomparable ease and happiness. Finally, after spending a long time together online, she slowly fell in love with him.
After playing a few more dungeons with Asakura, she heard her mother Yuuki Kyouko's emotionless urging.
"Asuna, come down quickly, today's piano lesson is about to start."
"Hey, coming right up, oh Kasan."
"Asakura-kun, I have to go to class again. I am really happy today. And remember to look at the gift I sent you."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Asuna."
Yuuki Asuna hung up the voice message reluctantly, then sent a photo with a blushing face, and went downstairs to class without even bothering to reply.
Her face was exquisitely three-dimensional, like a carefully carved work of art. Her eyes were deep and bright, her long hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, her white skin exuded a faint luster, and her gentle smile was as warm as the sun. She was wearing a white dress, showcasing her perfect figure, with full and upright breasts, plump and firm hips, and a slender and soft waist in between. The girlish charm in the photo was overwhelming.
Asakura stared at the impeccable photo on Line in a daze. He didn't quite understand what the girl meant, but he certainly didn't dislike such a gift.
...
In the afternoon, the sun was lazily shining on the earth. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. The crisp sound echoed in the quiet house, surprising Asakura, who was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.
Footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, through the living room, to the door, and then it opened.
A plump and soft body fell straight into his arms. The "snow-capped mountains" that had developed better and better after his repeated "massage training" were tall and firm. As Nanao Akane's breathing rose and fell, they kept pressing against Asakura's chest, soft and warm.
"Asakura-kun, I missed you so much."
Asakura's eyes were gentle as he tenderly caressed her lips with his. His palms gently traced her cheeks, neck, and smoothly down her body, letting her feel his presence and warmth.
Nanao Akane's lips parted slightly in response to his kiss, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tighter.
Their breath mingled between their lips and teeth, sweet and hot, like the flame of love, engulfing them and burning them up.
The spring breeze thaws the sheaths, and the rain moistens the roots, leaving traces of dew on a branch and half of the leaves.
Sitting at the table, tending to the flowers and playing the piano, the spring breeze wafted through the living room window.
...
"Are you planning on doing something today?"
"I came here today to clean up... Asakura-kun's house."
Akane Nanao rolled her eyes playfully and cutely. Her soft and infinitely flexible body was limp, leaving traces of her own scent on the living room, sofa, and bed, as if she wanted to leave her mark as the hostess here.
The person who was "cleaning" the house, whimpering and stubborn, coquettish and panting, was like the spring scenery with blooming flowers.
Are you cleaning the place? It's obviously his "ammunition depot."