Elf from Another World (1)

For once, I dreamed of Shizu-sama, the Elven goddess in my game, falling in my room. Her poise, her aura, her voice, and even her 2D-ness haunt me in my dreams.

…But I like it.

Facing my pillow, I slept through the annoying sound of the alarm clock. It never woke me up. I developed the ability to shut it off with my feet involuntarily.

But the world was a cruel place.

Bang! A woman barged into my room. She approached me, gripping a pan. How would I know without seeing? Every day was like this.

She stretched up her arms as far as she could. The pan landed flat on me and slapped my butt. Plap! The loud clapping sound accompanied my squeal.

"YAHOO!!!"

I caressed my burned ass. I felt like smoke launched out from it.

"Oh, Kou-kun, are you planning on skipping school?" a feminine voice with a sweet tone but a threatening quality asked. "Before you do, make sure you have brawny legs and jump force."

I rotated facing the ceiling and replied. "Mom, you don't have to slap my butt every morning. What would you do if my poop flattened?"

The woman stood medium-tall with a slim body and weighed average. She had blonde ponytail hair, milky-white skin, and hazel-brown eyes. Her constant smile marked dimples on her cheeks. She wore a simple earring and a necklace with an ancient carving.

She was Maki Sugiyama, my mother.

"You would be late if I don't," she said, smiling. I couldn't determine if she was angry or not.  "I'll see you downstairs."

"See you in hell," I whispered.

Mom left my room with my promise. I forced my heavy upper body to sit straight. After I removed the blanket, I knocked on my shiny right foot, to which the sound of wood replied.

Fog wrapped and blurred everything around me. All I could perceive was the vibrant colors on the walls where the sunlight struck.

I stood on my bed and faced the cabinet in my room. I tapped the desk until it felt like a pair of glasses. When I wore it, the edges of the things around me sharpened.

The blur vanished, and the boy in the mirror greeted me. He had shiny brown hair, a pointed chin, and hazel eyes. My thick-framed glasses distributed additional weight to pull my head down.

"Gloomy man, fate will terrorize your day again," I said at the reflection. I took my ID named Kou Sugiyama and put it in my bag.

I swirled my head around. Vivid Cosplay Posters filled my walls and bloomed before my view. A bed, a computer, a flat-screen TV, and a DVD Player parked on the corners of my room.

My clothing cabinet and my bookshelf filled with light novels and games assembled at a 90-degree angle on the corner beside my door. This place was my haven… my heaven.

I checked my computer for news, but a mountain of unread email notifications, a hundred in total, haunted me. I revealed the latest one; they were all the same.

"Tsk. Another recruitment mail again? They don't really stop their tingles." Scammers don't annoy me anymore; recruiters do.

Various celebrities and famous people emailed me to become their managers. Similarity manifested in every sender, most were companies and staff from studios.

The job proposed that I would be managing costumes for celebrities, ensuring that their clothes shone of the finest quality.

It sure was an opportunity for someone pursuing a cosplay career, but I wasn't. These contracts had a hidden shade within them. Literacy was always superior.

Moving on to Chitter, a social media site, MagnusK, a harsh critic in the cosplay industry, overtook the trend rankings. Next to it was the shutdown of the Imitation Judgment program.

Opinions of netizens clashed together but unified their hate towards MagnusK.

'Those contestants don't deserve harsh words! They did what they liked. Nothing's restricted for someone having fun!'

'Though some of them weren't equal to Kisara, Mimirin, or other cosplayers, they still tried their best. MagnusK was such a self-proclaimed critic who doesn't even cosplay.'

'Yeah! It wasn't the nip slip that failed the show. MagnusK does!'

'Can we mass report him? He was never an influencer! He's a bully, a cyberbully, and a slanderer! Why wasn't he sent to jail yet? Legal age?'

It was natural for someone who caused chaos in a show to be hated, for I didn't care. I never desired to be involved in childish arguments.

I moved down from my room and ate breakfast with Mom. On the table, the loud volume of the open television resonated with us.

"'…You are (beep)… you are (beep)…  you are very very (beep)…' This was a part of the video circulating through the internet, believing that the cause of the downfall of a known television program, and the infamous MagnusK…"

Mom gazed at the television, hearing consecutive censored curses. "Ara, that boy was still young to be that disrespectful. I ponder who his mother was. If I were his mother, I would discipline him every day."

I stared at Mom with half-open eyes. "Weren't the cosplayers bad too? Their clothes seem effortless. If they imitate someone, they should exactly do it as is. Else it's just a parody, an insult."

"He doesn't need to curse them. Oh, poor kid. Every person has dreams. Who knows what would happen if it was trampled on, worse, before you?"

"Who knows?" I never had a dream. I'm content with what I have right now. If this changed, I would surely long for this.

My phone in my pocket vibrated. I sucked massive air, unfolding and reading the notification. "Woah! A new patch for Exodia Fantasy 3rd!"

"Kou-kun, don't play before a meal."

I set up myself for school after eating. It was still autumn. I waved goodbye to summer uniforms and switched to the one with a cloak.

Shoving my Smitch, powerbanks, and phone into my bag, I departed from my home, shouting "I'm off!"

Who expected that I would march normally towards school? I set out our house gate; a girl leaned on a pillar beside it, lingering until I showed up.

Her crimson-red pigtail hair extended down her shoulder. She stared at me with her sunken brown eyes. Her bright skin commended her adorable face, which she had the potential to become a model.

Her slim flat-chested body emitted the scent of a high school teenager. We wore the same uniform, and we entered the same high school.

"Kou-kun…" Her angelic voice with a notable accent echoed within my ears. Even if I was blind, I could tell that she was the one speaking.

If a normie heard her, for sure his heart would replace his eyes… but I wasn't. I stared at her for seconds and leaned away from her. From what I intuit, we didn't have any matters to discuss.

But persistence was her motto.

"Kou-kun! Don't tell me you planned on causing the chaos yesterday. Why are you dead set on destroying your name? Everybody hated you now! Was this what you wanted?"

I halted and muttered. "I don't have business with you, Izumi."

"But… But Kou-kun, I'm worried about you. We weren't just mere neighbors. We're friends. We're childhood friends! I care about you. I don't want you to be hated by everybody."

"The world wasn't ideal like you dreamed…"

From afar, a woman's shout interrupted our conversation. "Izumi?" That strong tone yelled dominance even while I was not looking.

"M—Mom!?" Izumi squealed. When I heard that her mom was near, I continued strolling, overhearing their conversation until it vanished to zero decibels.

"Isn't that Kou? Why are you talking to that grunt?"

"I—I'm not talking to him, Mom! I told you; I would never talk to gloomy guys…"

Care? Hmph! I ain't Buzz Lightyear who needs toy caring. It always had been like that. It was too cliche that I developed a resistance to hurting my emotions.

Izumi and I were classmates. She never conversed with me at school or during breaks. Conversing with her at my home shaped her suspicion.

I ached to avoid her for each moment possible.

Haeoma Private Academy welcomed middle school, high school, and college students. The academy was well-known for its expertise in arts and crafts.

Students at the school gates walked in droves down the tree-lined path to their respective buildings and bridged their way to the second semester. I expected smiles, but a commotion caught my attention instead.

A girl with a stooped-down head tottered without noticing that everyone stared at her skirt, painting its back with blood.

No one called out for her. Mutters and whispers evolved instead. Everyone distanced away from her. What's difficult in telling her that her period leaked?

I really don't get how humans think.

I approached the girl and nudged her shoulder. Her innocent face, later graduated to dissatisfaction, pivoted at me. I pointed my finger down at her skirt.

I wanted to say 'You're leaking, Miss,' but instead… "Miss, are you a member of the art club?"

Silence ate the air. The girl paused, gradually gazing at where I pointed.

The girl's puffed cheeks burned, concealing her face. Her body quivered, freezing in place with visible trembling.  She swallowed with tears spilling down her eyes, then…

"KYA!!!" The moment she squealed, she slapped me with a force stronger than a car collision. I spun in the air and fell to the ground, dirtying my uniform.

"H—HENTAI! RAPIST! ROMCOM PROTAGONIST! UNCLE SNEAKY HANDS! GARY GLITTER! ALASKAN POLAR BEAR!" Shouting while crying, she jetted towards the high school building.

"Wait—" I roosted up and stuttered, letting her vanish in my sight. I thought it would go just fine, but the crowd's attention was shifted to me instead. I could hear some of their mumblings.

"What a dumb man homo erectus. 'Art club,' he says. He was brave to tell it to a stranger. He should have let her friend notice it instead."

"He's the one staring at it the most. He might be interested in her. So creepy."

"Otakus are gloomy guys, worse, they're rapists overtaken by delusions. Who knows what he'll do next."

I signaled her period since it was embarrassing. I assisted her, but why did I get named a pervert instead? I felt sorry for the polar bears in Alaska.

And who the heck was Gary Glitter?

Rumors, rumors… I hated it, but I didn't care.

Since I had a strong heart, I nullified hate comments about me in automation. Truth or not, I don't have the energy to defend myself.

I let them be. I had nothing to lose.

I entered the building and changed my slippers from my locker. I arrived at the classroom and paced toward the protagonist's seat, the back row near the windows in my classroom. The news about earlier resonated with my classmates.

The same insults synchronized out of people's mouths, but I glossed over them, thinking of inhaling and exhaling. I grasped my chair and lazed in peace, resting my head on my arm…

No, I couldn't rest with ease. A threatening gaze forbade me to sway my head to the right.

For sure, Izumi owned that gaze. I was unlucky that we were in the same class, not to mention, we sat beside each other.

Who wouldn't be angry if the angel of the class settled beside a gloomy disrespectful demon? She was like the ocean, while I was the spilled oil on it. We never met.

The classes emerged, but I was submerged in my imagination. I scrolled through Chitter and Instantgram, delving into cosplayer images.

A board eraser from the front flew and knocked my head back. I fixed my glasses and heard the noisy breathing of my male teacher who stomped his feet towards me.

He stood six feet with a muscular build. He had short-cropped dark hair that started showing traces of gray. He wore a fitted shirt and shorts filled with sweat.

"Sugiyama, where are you looking? We are in class! Do you want to race around the tracks on the first day of your semester?"

"I'm sorry, Gondo-sensei—" I said.

My phone slipped after he took it. Images of women in bikinis embraced him. He flushed and smirked.

He chuckled for a moment, coughed, and growled, turning his anger back like nothing suspicious happened.

"Sugiyama, I'm confiscating your phone."

"But Sensei… I needed it for my research."

"Do you call this research!?" He shouted, showing the image of two-piece bikinis to me and everyone. "School ain't a factory of melons and libido! We, teachers, are here to make you a proper person."

"B—Boobs are muscles, Sensei! Wasn't this what you are teaching in PE classes? What makes you think I'm looking at something suspicious?"

"How rude! What wasn't suspicious in every pixel of this image!? There's nothing here but images of naked girls! Look at your noodle-like limbs, you should pay attention to PE class more—"

"No!" I shouted, standing up. "Look at the material used in her bra! It was made of fine-quality silk, free from loose fiber threads. It's thin, but it is enough to cover her tits. With the modern technology utilized for this clothing, images don't demand more editing than they used to. Then the—"

I slacked my mouth when I saw the cold stare of my classmates at me. Some of them swallowed; some pulled their tongue from their unlocked mouths; some refused to look.

"Creep."

"What a creep."

"Definitely a creep."

My teacher was different, burning his furrowed eyebrows at me. His noisy breathing occupied the silence.

"Get out of my face…" He muttered.

Not able to boast back, I brought my bag and exited the room. He never gave my phone back to me.

There was a garden at the back of the school, where the students could bloom their flowers and vegetables. It was a peaceful place, full of colors and scents… But for me, it was my hideout.

"Quest Complete!" The voice of the adorable, young, and gorgeous game goddess, Shizu-sama, said from the screen of my Smitch. My phone might be confiscated, but it wouldn't prevent me from having fun.

I closed my eyes and smiled while drooling, fantasizing that she was my little sister. "Thank you Shizu-sama. You're always there when I'm down."

Exodia Fantasy 3rd was a Gatcha RPG I am currently addicted to. In my free time, I played the game until lunch break.

A man, who wasn't my classmate, approached the bench where I straddled. I looked up and stared at his head which had dark brown eyes, thin eyebrows, and wavy, light brown hair.

"You're late, Minoru. My ass turned square-sharp thanks to you," I said.

To which he replied…

"For six years, it's the first time I've seen you become an early bird, MagnusK."

"Can you please stop talking about my birdie and refrain from calling me MagnusK in public?"

Minoru sat beside me, playing Exodia Fantasy 3rd on his Smitch. As we played, I explained my history since morning. After we heard another Shizu-sama line, we leaned back and sighed.

"So that's what happened? Shizu-sama wasn't in favor of you, MagnusK," Minoru said about what happened earlier.

"I might be wire-tapped. I'm currently on the Chitter's wanted list now."

"It's because you were too harsh, Kou, but if you weren't, you aren't MagnusK anymore. Someone might suicide because of you. 'You shit… you shit… you very very—'," Minoru giggled.

"Should I lie then? Not on my cosplay policy."

"I ain't saying that. Truth hurts, man… though hymen-break was painful too."

"That's a good quote! Where did you learn that?"

"' God, My Father and Glory,' an erotic anime. I'm currently in half of my backlogs that I need to chase. Too bad. If we're just classmates, we would've time watching in the backseat."

"Only the weak had backlogs. You focused on touching grass too much."

"By the way, Kou, do you have any idea what happened to Mimirin?"

"She's still on hiatus."

Mimirin was the first cosplayer I adored. I followed her career even from the start. Even though she wasn't a perfect cosplayer, she tried her best to excel.

Her hard work paid off. Now, she grasped the top 10 of the rankings in Metro Cosplays, the magazine that decides the top cosplayer in the industry.

But I, as MagnusK, still found cosplay flaws in those top 10. Even if I'm called a hypocrite, I adored Mimirin not because of her talent.

She once saved my life. Another thing, she was the reason that I met Minoru.

Minoru stood, took the watering can, and watered the plants in the flower bed beside us.

"Hmm… So, does your childhood friend still nag you at home?" Minoru asked.

"…I don't know what's gotten into Izumi. She trash-talks me from behind. I wanted to diss her too, but I can't find her flaws."

"That's the angel we're talking about. Only realistic people wouldn't get attracted to a Mary Sue… Did you?"

"No way! I would if she became a 2D girl. A 3D girl was out of my league. Hand-drawn was more preferable than Blender models."

"Weren't Mary Sues two-dimensional?"

"You know what? Fuck you."

"…Didn't you tell her that you have no time for her because of your sister from abroad? What would you do if she discovered that you're a single son?"

"She would never bother me if she's dumb to be fooled. She might've known already. I wanted to cut her off from my life. Do you have any cheap apartments I could rent?"

"Cheap!? Aren't you MagnusK? Your earring might've fed a family or two for a year!"

"Dad didn't discover yet that I used his card for that. Luckily, high-spec jewelry doesn't age well. I need a part-time job for an additional budget."

"Why don't you just reject Izumi?"

"I'm sorry, what!? Isn't it her job to reject? And why would I reject her? There's no way that she likes me. An angel wouldn't accept a demon's invitation to hell, except she's Lucifer."

"But, Kou… Do you like to have a little sister?"

"That's a question Mom would probably ask. I couldn't care less. By the way, aren't your plants overwatered?"

The flowerbed spilled water from its soil and over the fencing. Minoru threw the water can away and used his napkin to filter the excess water.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, Rose, Lily, Lila, Sunny," he whispered to the plants. "Don't die on me, my harem! Our marriage contract had been sealed."

"Plant harem? That's a new genre. If the fans of EcoManiac knew that he drowned his flowers, what do you think would happen?"

"Please, don't plan on something so stupid! I'm not like you who welcomes everyone to dirty my name."

"Don't clean your name when you have a fetish."

The EcoManiac was another famous personality hated by the internet. He was the MagnusK of the environmentalist groups. He could turn a Cosplay Convention into a revolution to save Earth.

If Mimirin didn't exist, I would be his archenemy.

The bell rang from the building. I stood up and walked away. I halted when Minoru asked. "Kou, are you going to Akiba's Cosplay Contest on the 8th?"

"A week from now? I would be there if Mimirin's going."

"Be sure to be there. A cosplay convention is boring without you."

I smirked. "Talking back at you. I would like to witness again your ten-minute sermon to public smokers."

Minoru waved goodbye at me and strolled away in the other direction.

I returned to my classroom. The gazes never changed from before. The word 'creep' never left my ears. Our next teacher will be our homeroom adviser for three high school years, Asami Kaede.

She had long light brown ponytail hair, a hefty chest, and a slim cola body built like a model. Her teaching clothes spoke of professionalism and pride. 

Her figure made her popular with teenage boys. However, when she entered the room, the scent of strong coffee invaded my nose. Before she started the class, her emerald green eyes wandered around the room.

The class went on. Her slow clear voice charmed the class to listen. Her high-pitched tone was gentle and soft while maintaining a medium volume that echoed through the back seat. Even when I was looking away, I could tell that the breathy voice was hers.

Her style of teaching gave love to the language. She was one of the most influential teachers in the academy because of her engaging activities and concise speaking skills.

I gazed out of the window as the class emerged. I wanted to play with my Smitch, but I didn't want it to be confiscated too. Time passed without me noticing.

My eyes dilated after Kaede-sensei raised a question. "Can someone diagram the sentence on board? Uhm… If none volunteered, I'll call someone."

'Black coffee was superior because of caffeine content.' This was just one of the five sentences she wrote on the board. I didn't pay attention to the lesson. If I stood there, I would be ashamed of myself.

No one volunteered. When she gazed upon our area, the hairs on my skin rose. I clasped my hands and prayed. She must be paying attention to me the whole time.

"Hase-san, uh… are you willing to diagram the first sentence?"

"Yes, Sensei." Izumi stood and walked towards the board. I exclaimed as my adviser didn't call me.

She emitted trails of fragrance from her wavy hair. She grabbed the marker and answered not only one but all the questions. Her handwriting never halted until she finished.

'Woah!' The NPCs hung their mouths open.

Trembling, Sensei stuttered, "T—Thank you, Hase-san."

For every step towards her seat, she earned praise. As the top student in the class, she deserved it. Her intelligence made the name 'Izumi Hase' popular in the other sections, other batches, and even other buildings.

As she settled back in her chair, I muttered, "Impressive. Her handwriting defied her genetics." Her mother was a doctor.

Kaede-sensei followed another activity.

"We are going to have a group activity for a simple reading skit. Can you form groups of five? Uhm… I will hand you a short story handout each. You can carry your chairs to those you decide to become your groupmates."

Before my classmates carried their chairs, they roamed around, asking for cooperation. Most girls ran to the ikemen student, Shu Ichinose. Watching girls gathering around him irritated me.

In every group activity, I never moved my chair. I gazed back out of the window. I was willing to work alone, and no one dared to approach a creepy otaku like me, except…

"Kou-kun," Izumi said, nudging my shoulder. "Do you want to…"

"Didn't you say you never talk to gloomy guys? Eat your own words, Izumi."

"But I—"

And now, she felt sorry for what she did? I ain't too dumb to notice how she tried to play with my feelings.

Named the angel of the class, her friends approached her and asked for cooperation, for which they noticed that Izumi faced me.

"Izumi, do you want to—Hey, Izumi, are you planning on asking Sugiyama to our group?"

"No one approached him," Izumi said. "Maybe it's best to invite—"

"Yuck! No way! I warned you. Never get involved with that gloomy creep. Don't worry about him. He can do it alone."

"R—Right…" Izumi giggled with a half-smile.

"For now, carry your chair and group with us. We'll find a proper person who could join us."

Izumi carried her seat towards her friend's zone. In this class, I was the 31st remainder. They already treated themselves like they were 30. Six circles formed in class, and I was the only lingering pimple.

Only Kaede-sensei noticed it. "Uhm… Sugiyama-kun? I only had six handouts. Would you like me to place you in other groups? What about Hayami's group?"

Instead of accepting me, they complained. The other groups followed and agreed in unison.

"We wouldn't accept him, Kaede-sensei."

"Neither do we."

"He wouldn't contribute a thing. Let him do it alone."

Failing to convince them, Kaede-sensei wrinkled her eyebrows and sighed. She left the room for a moment, giving time for the group's preparation.

The groups brainstormed their presentation. I brought out my Smitch and played Exodia instead. Since I wasn't given any handout, Kaede-sensei gave me a paper of a monologue instead.

Even though I didn't gaze at it, I could smell coffee.

"I'm sorry, Sugiyama-kun. It was already the second semester, yet… I couldn't do anything about your classmates."

"…"

"Can you really do it? If you want, I could just give you some homework."

Homework? Unpaid work hours? I don't want to invest my free time in something else. "Don't fret, Sensei. I'll bring your love of coffee out of the world."

The groups performed their skits, flawlessly telling the stories. They brought out emotions even when they were mere dialogues. The group that stood out was Ichinose's.

After Izumi's group's presentation, I walked towards the front, passing through her. I felt her gaze, but I didn't reflect it on her.

As I stood in front, I placed my thick glasses on the teacher's desk, sucked air in, and stood straight. I left the manuscript, and I might not remember every word, but I understand Sensei's message on it.

After setting myself, I gestured my hand. For Kaede-sensei's dream, I delivered her message, putting myself in her shoes.

Regular? Or Extra Large?

Or something in between?

Would you like it black?

Or do you want some cream?

Do you want it to be iced? Or hot?

Want to try our flavored syrup?

Extra shot? Chocolate sprinkles? Extra frothy?

Why the million questions?

I only asked for coffee!

I exhaled, expecting that they'd make fun of me, but as I wandered my eyes, everyone hung their mouths open at me. Kaede-sensei even shed tears at me. After seconds of silence, everyone clapped.

"Good job, creep."

"Not bad, creep."

"The creep didn't creep a creep, creep."

Sensei whined, "Sugiyama-kun… You're astonishing! Before you, I never heard someone about their love of coffee."

Shit! I let another MagnusK aura leak out.

Instead of accepting their fake praises, I looked blank and reached my seat, slouching perpetually. Their praise would only last for seconds, and everyone would forget what happened.

Would that even be called praise?

The classes ended. Izumi ran out of the room, bidding farewell to her friends early. It was the first time I saw her like that. I visited the faculty office to claim my phone back.

I changed back into my shoes and exited the academy with dark gazes around me. The school wasn't far from home. After thirty minutes, I ended up at my house.

I spotted Izumi, leaning on the same pillar, waiting for me. She approached me after our stares met.

"Izumi? Don't tell me you ran early because of this."

"What will you do if you're right?"

"Argh…" I pinched my forehead and groaned. "Don't play like a girlfriend material and hype my hopes."

I opened the gate to our house when she asked. "Kou-kun, tell me… If I became a cosplayer, would you notice me? Wouldn't you hate me anymore? Would we be… friends again?"

I entered my house gates and halted. "Izumi… Even if you do, I will never consider you as one."

"Kou-kun…"

The real reason I wanted to avoid her… I wanted to save her. Pulling her to the otaku side would only drag her name down. Her mother knew it well.

They're a family of diligent people. It would be an uproar if an angel like her would've been told a creep like I did.

I'm a living virus. My devil's soul was too contagious for my relationships, which is why I, for once, will make the first move.

As I opened my house door, I said, "I hated hypocrites the most." I closed the door, ending the conversation, rejecting her in my life.

As I reached my room, I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling surrounded by posters. I don't care about the world. Living in this small room was perfect for me and I couldn't ask for more.

I could just fix my appearance with the money my family had, but I'm not an ounce interested. I swore to myself, and Mimirin, that I will be the perfect cosplay manager that she'll soon have.

Other than her, I would never become somebody's manager. I created my persona for fun and my love of cosplay. I created it to express myself, like how Kaede-sensei loved coffees, for which I gained confidence.

But this persona crushed other people's dreams. If Izumi had become a cosplayer, I might've sent her to the pits of depression. She's my beloved childhood friend, and that is why I treasure her.

This was my life. I'm content with this.

I don't want this to change.

My phone in my pocket rang, vibrating my waist. I sat up and responded to the call.

"Minoru, are you having sex?" I asked after hearing his puffed breaths.

"Kou! It's Mimirin!" He shouted, deafening me. I forgot that the loudspeaker on my phone was automatic.

"You're having sex with Mimirin!?"

"No! Did you see her announcement?"

"Not yet. And? What marathon did you run into?"

"She's quitting her cosplay career!"

"W—What!?" I shouted, slackening my mouth. "You're kidding, right? How about Akiba's CosCon!? Don't tell me you're breathless because of that. You're creepy."

"It's the announcement on Chitter from her management. About CosCon, they'll plan on convincing her to attend. Her slot was on hung."

"So, it's personal—"

Our conversation was cut off when a mysterious bag of beans hit me… No, it wasn't a bag of beans!

A girl's body embraced me from above, hitting my body back flat to my bed. I didn't know where it fell. My room doesn't have holes. I fell lying on my bed while she was over me. Our heads hit each other. I blinked rapidly.

She suffocated me with her massive bouncy breasts. When she raised her head, her emerald-green eyes met my contact and stunned me. The streaks of her blonde hair blocked light from passing under her face. Even so, her skin glowed whiter than an average Japanese.

A broken hairpin clipped her bangs. Her white blouse shined with my room light but suffered a burn on the bottom part. But the most notable thing of all… She had exceedingly long ears!

The loudspeaker from my phone shouted. "Hey, Kou! Are you alright? Wait—I heard a girl. Are you having sex?"

Not worrying about the world, time stopped between us as we shared each other's breathing. The dried tears from her widened eyes told me that she escaped from fear. With our close bodies together, her heart vibrates over my chest.

I gasped. We both held our breaths, but as I calmed down, I shouted.

"…Shizu…sama? In 3D!?"