The Night Date
A/N: It's kind of late, but here you go: I posted two chapters at once.
"Here, the crystal stone, Hayasaka-kun." Kaguya handed me the blue glowing gem. Its faint, pulsating light seemed alive, radiating an unspoken power.
As soon as I took it into my hand, a sharp chill shot through my skin, spreading through my entire body like icy needles stabbing into every cell.
It wasn't just cold—it was unnaturally cold, the kind that seeped straight into your bones and refused to let go.
Just as I was adjusting to the sensation, a notification appeared in my mind's eye. It was a blue screen, vibrant and crisp, floating in the mental space where nothing like this should exist.
It reminded me of the kind of systems you'd only read about in novels where the protagonist gets some overpowered cheat ability.
[Do you want to use the Crystal Stone to awaken the latent potential within your body, User?]
"Yes," I answered mentally.
For a moment, absolutely nothing happened. No sudden surge of energy, no dramatic transformation—nothing.
I just stood there holding the now-dull crystal stone.
Then, without warning, the stone vanished completely, dissolving into thin air as if it had never existed.
I turned to Kaguya, my gaze filled with confusion and curiosity.
"Did the awakening fail?" I asked, unsure of what had just transpired.
"No, they will be only possible when you enter the tower, Hayasaka-kun. They're the one who granted power, so, you need to appear in that same tower too for receiving the end of it." Kaguya explained. "For now, just patiently waiting until the expedition for trial tower to start, then you will feel it."
"So, I just wait for the expedition to the trial tower?" I asked, still feeling the lingering cold where the stone had been.
The biting cold from the crystal stone was still haunting me, gnawing at my senses. If the night ended the way I was hoping, maybe something warm could balance it out.
I'd heard people say women's pussy was warm, and as a virgin, I'd never had the chance to find out if that was true.
The thought simmered in the back of my mind, curiosity and anticipation mixing with the cold's lingering grip.
Maybe some good fucking would help.
"Yes, you should wait," Kaguya said, snapping me back to the moment. "For now, let's go. I've prepared a special dinner for us tonight."
She smiled gently at me and reached for my hand, gracefully escorting me to the dining table.
I nodded and let her lead the way, her hand warm and firm against mine as we walked through the Shinomiya Compound.
I couldn't help but be amused by how the girls in this world seemed eager to act like the prince charming from my old world.
We walked from the cold, dimly lit warehouse into the grand hallways of her house, the soft light reflecting off polished floors.
Eventually, we reached the dining table, where everything was prepared.
The setup was impressive—a candlelit dinner complete with luxurious dishes and a bottle of fine wine.
The soft flicker of the candles cast a warm glow over the table, and the aroma of the food was enough to make my stomach rumble.
Kaguya pulled out a chair for me, her movements smooth and graceful.
I took my seat, feeling an amusement at how much effort she had put into this.
Honestly, I was starting to look forward to the rest of the night.
If the dinner was this good, who knows what the rest of the evening might hold?
"How is it, Hayasaka-kun? Do you like it?" Kaguya asked me softly, her voice dripping with an almost teasing allure as she gracefully sipped her red wine.
Her movements were slow, deliberate, and mesmerizing, the kind of elegance that felt almost dangerous.
We were no longer in our school uniforms.
After taking a cold shower and changing into fresh clothes, we had gone to the warehouse for a while to pick up the crystal stone Kaguya had promised me.
Once we were done, we headed straight to the dining table.
That's how we ended up here, sitting across from each other, completely changed—not just in attire, but in the entire mood of the night.
Kaguya's appearance now wasn't just cute; it was strikingly sensual.
Her dress reminded me of Angelica Redgrave from Mobuseka when she wore that iconic red dress, but this wasn't just a copy—it had its own unique, seductive charm.
Her silky black hair was tied into a ponytail with a red ribbon, a far cry from her usual icy and composed style.
Her vibrant color of the ribbon accentuated her soft, delicate features, while her piercing red eyes held a subtle warmth.
The dress itself was a masterpiece—a deep red, sleeveless piece with thin straps that rested gently on her shoulders.
The black lace details around the neckline gave her an edge of dangerous femininity, while the way the fabric clung to her figure showcased every curve in breathtaking detail.
She was elegance personified, yet with an undeniable sensuality that made her feel almost untouchable.
Her movements, her posture, her mere presence—it was like seeing a side of Kaguya that didn't exist in the world I thought I knew.
This wasn't just the cold, untouchable goddess I had come to know; tonight, she was a woman—sexy, confident, and utterly captivating.
Sitting across from her like this, I couldn't take my eyes off her.
She was breathtaking, an image of perfection that felt impossible to describe fully with words.
And yet, here I was, completely under her spell.
However, despite everything, I liked how she was before and how she is now.
There's a reason why I have a preference for petite girls or younger women over older ones.
The source of it? My younger sister. Yeah, I'll admit it—I didn't have the same passion for older women, all thanks to my elder sister.
She was a cold, prideful bitch who took every opportunity to rub it in my face whenever I made a mistake.
It left a bad taste in my mouth when it came to women like her. Of course, this didn't apply to mature women like Queen Mylene.
MILFs? That's an entirely different story.
I like women of all kinds as long as they're pretty. Their gestures, their personalities, their appearances—it's all fair game, except for women who resemble my older sister.
The cold, prideful, feminist, man-hating types? Yeah, no thanks. I've always had a strong distaste for women like that, and I honestly don't get why so many webnovel protagonists are obsessed with them.
What's the deal with this obsession over cold women? I just don't get it.
There's even that one fanfic where the MC gets ignored by Kaguya. She's cold and doesn't even know who he is, and his reaction is so cringe it makes him look like a complete idiot.
He screams internally, "You will never ignore me again, Kaguya! I will conquer you! Mark my words!"
Yeah. Retard at its finest.
I don't even remember the title of that novel, but it was so cringe I couldn't stomach reading webnovel for an entire month.
Of course, I like Kaguya when she isn't acting like that. I prefer her cute side while she's cold toward others.
Hypocritical? Sure.
Inconsistent? Probably.
But I never claimed I wasn't a hypocrite.
"Hayasaka-kun… Are you still there?" Kaguya's soft voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"I am, and I'm definitely enjoying this, Kaguya-chan. To our date," I replied, raising my wine glass to her.
She smirked in that way that made my heart race and raised her own glass. "Yes, to our date, Hayasaka-kun."
The sound of our glasses clinking echoed in the room, marking the start of a night I knew I wouldn't forget.
We took a sip of our wine, the rich flavor filling my mouth as I stole a glance at her.
She looked like a goddess tonight. The way her dress hugged her body, sensual and alluring, made it impossible to look away.
Every inch of her screamed temptation, and the desire to ravish her right here, right now, was almost overwhelming.
But the night could wait.
For now, we had dinner to enjoy, and I wasn't about to rush through this perfect moment.
I smirked to myself as I sipped my drink, anticipation bubbling in my chest.
Who knew what the rest of the night would bring?
One thing was for sure—I was looking forward to finding out.