259 A Redhead melting in Bed, Caring for a Deer and Hopes for Bocchi.

As a relationship matures, you begin to realize that intimacy goes beyond sex.

Allen approached Natasha as his hands touched her smooth and well-cared-for back. Allen himself took care to wash this area occasionally, so it wasn't unfamiliar to him.

Natasha let out a small gasp as his hand caressed her back. Allen moved his hand to Natasha's bra clasp and undid it.

Natasha blushed; they may have gone further on several occasions, but in Natasha's eyes, Allen always had that factor that made her feel like it was the first time.

Allen climbed onto the bed and placed his hands on the redhead's shoulders. She trembled and bit her lip. The massage started on Natasha's tense shoulders; she had been under stress lately.

Unlike fieldwork, office work isn't dangerous but it's much more stressful.

Allen observed Natasha's reactions and felt the stiffness in her muscles. He took out two bottles from his inventory. The first contained a red liquid that illuminated Allen's hands with the same color upon contact.

Natasha looked at this with curiosity, not hiding her interest and giving a small smile.

Natasha fully trusts Allen; in fact, she trusts him so much that even if he were to stab her with a sword, she would never believe Allen would harm her until the sword pierced her heart and killed her.

"Burn..." Natasha murmured with a restrained moan, as the warmth also gave her an electric shock, or was it Allen's touch?

Natasha felt Allen's hands like hot water in a bath, and although they burned a little, it was nothing she couldn't endure.

Allen smiled at Natasha's reactions. "It's a special formula that helps relax the muscles."

Allen's thumbs pressed repeatedly into Natasha's shoulders; she began to gasp. Then his hands moved down her back in each section, ensuring to release of the tension in her muscles.

Natasha started to melt, losing strength in her limbs. She felt as if her bones were disappearing from her body and her muscles were turning into jelly. It hurt, it burned, but she loved the sensation. She was like clay in the hands of a master craftsman.

She looked at Allen with a flushed face, dilated eyes, and open lips. Her signals were clear; she wanted to be taken right then. However, Allen's gaze expressed calmness. He leaned in and kissed Natasha, and she didn't resist.

The kiss lasted half a minute before they separated, and Allen gave her one last kiss on the forehead.

"This time, you'll have to settle for the massage..." Allen said as he picked up the second bottle with a white, also luminous liquid.

"Aunt Natt, you have some accumulated injuries on your body that haven't been treated. I must address this, or they'll cause you discomfort in the future."

The human body is a record of a person's entire life, from youth to old age. It's inevitable to suffer injuries, accidents, illnesses, or wear and tear from the actions we do or fail to do.

The human body can heal and regenerate tissues to a certain extent, but not without a cost, whether it's due to accumulation or the severity of the injuries, despite healing, it will leave some trace, and accumulation is what often causes problems with age.

The white liquid was designed to anesthetize as well as repair damaged muscles, however, it had to be manually distributed for its effect to be perfect.

Feeling Allen's hands this time was cold; Natasha screamed for a moment, but it was soon replaced by Allen's massaging sensation.

Natasha relaxed so much that she soon started to feel sleepy; it was like being on clouds. When Allen finished, Natasha was deeply asleep.

Allen wiped his hands and took Natasha to her room to let her sleep in her bed.

...

"From an erotic massage to a relaxing massage!, you sure know how to please a woman, master~ I can attest to that hahaha!" Rebecca appeared over Allen's head, laughing at how Allen handled Natasha.

"Do you want to try it too?" Allen asked as he picked up the small Rebecca, who was now the size of a doll.

"Nah~ I prefer something a bit more exciting."

"Like what?"

"Hee hee, I haven't thought about it yet~"

Allen smiled in amusement as he placed Rebecca back on his head.

...

Nokotan peeked into the room with a brush in hand.

"Nots, Allen onii-san!" she said with her characteristic cheerfulness.

Allen turned to see Nokotan, who was waving her hand and posing cutely, raising one foot off the ground. She had dilated eyes and an expectant look. Nokotan didn't need to say anything more; Allen saw the object in her hand and understood the girl's intention.

Shortly after, Allen was in his living room, carefully brushing Nokotan's head. He watched the girl enjoy the treatment, but couldn't help but wonder if this brush was as comfortable as Nokotan made it seem. After all, it's made for animal fur, not human hair.

"Nuu~ This brush is designed to treat animal fur gently, Onii-san."

'You're not an animal...right?' Allen thought for a moment as he brushed the girl's hair.

He wanted to deny that Nokotan was a real deer since most of her body was human despite having horns. However, he also recalled that it was Shikanoko Noko they were talking about, whose narrative is based on ignoring common sense, logic, and the laws of physics for the sake of humor.

She can have horns even though female deer don't have them, and of course, she can use an animal brush without damaging her hair.

Allen spent time with Nokotan until she fell asleep. Checking his watch, it was nine in the evening. Allen had planned to start a stream and talk with his chat because he didn't appear on camera during the Loki incident. But he decided to leave it for tomorrow.

Allen left Nokotan in her bed and went to see Bocchi; he was worried that she might be having a nervous breakdown with everything that had happened.

Arriving at Bocchi's room, Allen knocked a couple of times. Not hearing a response, he thought maybe she had already fallen asleep, so he turned to leave when he heard a loud thud and entered the room, worried about Bocchi.

"Bocchi?-"

Bocchi was on the floor, holding her foot as she writhed in pain. Bocchi's room design is Japanese, so she often walks barefoot, and it doesn't take a genius to know she had stubbed her toe on some furniture.

"Ah!" Bocchi rolled on the floor and hit a shelf, causing a poorly placed book on her desk to fall on her head.

Bocchi watched in slow motion as her life flashed before her eyes, and out of nowhere, she felt it made no sense and gave up with a thousand-yard stare.

The book never fell and remained suspended in the air.

"What?!" Bocchi was surprised; she got up and looked in astonishment at the paranormal event. Bocchi looked at her hands; had she become powerful?

Several fantasies passed through her mind, from being Superman and saving people to finally being loved to using this power to earn money and be less of a burden to others. Finally, she thought about her personality, "That's impossible for me! Most likely, I'll end up in a circus performing for people for a very small fee... wait, that's not so bad?"

Allen remained silent, watching Bocchi go from pain to despair, then to joy for a moment only to become depressed once again... Suddenly, her clothes turned into Clark's suit, and finally, a clown wig appeared on her head.

'She's a funny girl,' Artoria said.

'It seems so' Allen replied as he smiled.

'Her power...' muttered 2B as she floated in invisible mode like the other two girls.

'Yeah, If only she had more confidence in herself, she would be terrifying,' Allen agreed, not counting that dolls increase their abilities over time.

Allen waved his hand, and the book floated into his hand. At this moment, Bocchi, who was falling into despair, reacted.

"...!"

She got up from the floor and looked at Allen in amazement, then blushed when she realized he had seen her do a lot of embarrassing things.

Her powers activated, and she hid under a kotatsu that appeared out of nowhere. A Kotatsu was a fusion of a table and a heater; she looked at Allen from under the blanket.

"I-it's not what it looks like!" exclaimed Bocchi in a trembling voice.

"Don't worry, I-"

"P-please forget what you saw!"

Allen sighed with a smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about; I heard a loud noise and came in to see you suffering, but anyone would react like that after stubbing their toe."

"..." Bocchi hid herself and remained silent, then lifted her head from underneath. Her cheeks were red, and without looking at Allen, she said, "Th-thank you..."

...

Allen proceeded to tell Bocchi why he had come while concealing that he was also concerned about her current condition.

"A reward?!" Bocchi emerged from her kotatsu in shock. "But I didn't do anything!!"

Allen shrugged. "Natasha told me you looked after Nokotan; believe me, that took a lot off my plate."

Nokotan was a mysterious figure with unknown powers and scope, and as a doll, her abilities would increase, so Allen couldn't predict what might happen to her amid the invasion.

Bocchi grabbed the hem of her sweater and nervously looked at the floor. She didn't realize this action emphasized her chest. Being a gentleman, Allen averted his gaze.

Bocchi hesitated for almost a minute before whispering in a mosquito-like voice, "Is it okay?... Is it okay for someone like me to make a wish?"

Allen, who had remained silent, looked at the girl with pity. Her self-esteem was so low that she didn't even feel entitled to ask for anything.

'This was bad,' thought Allen. Bocchi would accumulate a lot of frustration if she lived her life without expressing her desires and avoiding her emotions.

"Bocchi..."

"Yes?!"

Bocchi became nervous, and with a blue face, she momentarily thought Allen would scold her. But when she looked at him fearfully, Allen was smiling with a small notebook in his hand.

"This is your magical wish notebook!"

Allen lifted the notebook with a golden cover, and Bocchi's eyes lit up. She had no idea what it was, but it sounded amazing.

"Bocchi-chan is a shy girl with little confidence in being close to others!..."

Bocchi looked confused at Allen, and he smiled in response.

"I heard that when you thought you were dreaming, you acted normally and even cooked for everyone."

"No!" Bocchi teleported under the kotatsu and began to want to forget everything she did when she thought it was a dream, even the most embarrassing things like making jokes and smelling Allen's apron. A blast of steam came out from under the kotatsu, and she felt like dying from embarrassment.

'NOOOO! HE KNOWS, HE KNOWS WHAT I DID WITH HIS APRON, SOMEBODY KILL ME PLEASE!!'

...

Allen sat in front of the kotatsu, leaving the notebook in front of Bocchi.

"This notebook is not something ordinary; it records all of Bocchi's actions and awards reward points."

Upon hearing what Allen said, for a moment, the girl separated from her despair and looked from under the kotatsu without taking her head out.

"When you need or want something, you can write your wish on it, and this notebook will grant it value. If you have enough points, it will grant it to you. If it's a difficult request or involves other people, I'll receive a notification and I can help fulfill that wish."

Bocchi took a deep breath after hearing Allen's words. She lifted her gaze and saw Allen; he had his eyes closed, and Bocchi understood his intentions. She reached out and took the small notebook.

Under the kotatsu, she saw that the cover of the notebook had a number on it, which was 67 at the moment.

The first page had a record of Bocchi's actions.

- Cooking breakfast for everyone.

- Ensuring Nokotan doesn't cause an Armageddon.

Bocchi had a complex look; unable to help it, she wanted to ask for something but hesitated without knowing what to write.

The notebook began to float and switched to the second page, where words began to appear on their own.

– I wish Allen would forget what happened with his apron. Insufficient points.

'Are you seriously asking me to erase Allen Walker's memory?'

Bocchi took the notebook from the air and remained silent with a sweat drop on her face. She felt depressed knowing she couldn't make Allen forget. But soon, the pink-haired girl realized that the notebook had responded to her.

'Can you understand me?' thought Bocchi.

The notebook responded.

'Of course, Bocchi-chan~'

Bocchi didn't know how to react to this but was strangely relaxed.

'Tell me what I can do if I can't erase my actions...'

'Mmm, you can ask Allen not to mention it for fifty points, although you don't need to spend points if you ask him directly-'

Bocchi grabbed the notebook and wrote that wish herself.

...

Allen, who had been silently watching the events, smiled as if he had achieved his goal.

[Host, you're quite mischievous...]

Allen smiled without denying his guilt. The mysterious voice Bocchi was speaking with was Allen. He could create a subsystem for Bocchi, but that would make her dependent on it. So Allen decided to tell a little white lie.

The reason Bocchi didn't realize it was Allen is because the voice he heard was the one Allen had when he was a child.

'System, you can judge me, but with this, I can have conversations with Bocchi beneath all her insecurities and hopefully help her overcome them.'

[The methods are questionable, but the goal is noble; the host has the talent to be the villain]

'Hahaha'

Bocchi was happy; she wanted to help at home so as not to feel like a parasite, but her fear and low self-esteem prevented her. Now she could clean or cook while no one was around and feel less useless, plus she could get something in return.

Bocchi was happy, and it showed as the daylight entered through the window, illuminating a new dawn.

'System...'

[Yes?...]

'Is it nighttime, right?'

[That's correct; it's nine-thirty in the evening]

'I see'

Bocchi's powers weren't capable of bringing daylight to the whole world; it just dawned in the room, which was already incredible. Nevertheless, Allen thought perhaps Bocchi's potential was higher than he had thought.

...

Meanwhile, Nokotan opened her eyes for a moment and looked towards Bocchi's room.

"Nun~ Bocchi-tan is amazing but can't compare to Nokotan~," said Nokotan, changing the way she referred to Bocchi. After saying that, she fell back into a deep sleep while curling up on Allen's apron like a cat.

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A/N: You Deer~

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