The babysitter

After changing, Tomoko comes down with more confidence and introduces herself properly to her caregiver. Once they are alone in the living room, Aiden directs his gaze toward her. Tomoko, feeling his stare, looks down, feeling both excited and nervous at the same time.

"Hi there, young lady," Aiden says with a playful smile. "I don't think we've formally introduced ourselves. My name is Aiden Cross, but you can just call me Aiden." He steps a little closer to Tomoko, increasing the tension in the air.

Tomoko blushes, stuttering at the idea of calling him by his first name. "G-g-good morning," she tries to say, but her words get tangled. "M-my name is Tomoko Kuroki," she gathers her courage, though her voice trembles a bit. "But you can just call me Tomoko," she adds, tilting her head slightly and waiting for a response that isn't negative.

"I'd love to call you Tomoko," Aiden says with a smile, and Tomoko melts hearing him use her name so naturally. She tries to remember all the novels and eroges she's read, wondering what she should do next.

"Would you like something to drink?" Tomoko asks, stammering as she points toward the kitchen.

"I'd love that, thanks for being so kind, Tomoko," Aiden replies. Tomoko loves how he pronounces her name. With a little sparkle in her eyes, she dashes toward the kitchen, distracted by excitement. However, she crashes into a wall and comes to a sudden stop.

Before Aiden can help her, Tomoko scrambles toward the kitchen, trying to regain her composure. She wipes her face with a towel, anxious, and with a soda in hand, returns to Aiden. Her nerves make her shake, so she tries to keep the can as steady as possible.

"Here you go," Tomoko says, extending the can toward him, her voice a bit shaky from the tension.

"Thanks, Tomoko," Aiden responds with a warm smile as he opens the can. However, as he does, the can, which had been slightly shaken, explodes in a violent spray of soda, soaking not only the living room but also Aiden's jacket.

Tomoko's shock is palpable; her heart stops for a moment as she watches the mess, horrified at having ruined her first attempt at connecting.

"I-I'm sorry," she murmurs.

Aiden stops her with a friendly hand. "You don't have to apologize. It was an accident; I'm not upset." But Tomoko is speechless, caught up in the sight of Aiden taking off his jacket, revealing that underneath he's wearing a sleeveless shirt that shows off his well-defined arms.

"Tomoko, where can I get a towel?" Aiden asks, but Tomoko is so absorbed in her thoughts that she doesn't hear the question. In her mind, all she can think about is how she should bring him to her room. Unaware of what she's saying, she replies, "In my room."

Aiden, hearing her, decides to play along. "Then, if you don't mind, I'll go to your room to get one," he says with a relaxed smile.

When Tomoko hears this, her panic immediately kicks in. On impulse, she tries to reach for him, but it's too late; Aiden is already opening the door and stepping into her room. Upon entering, he finds a somewhat messy space. The walls are decorated with numerous posters of anime boys, each more colorful and revealing than the last. On the floor, there are scattered video games, all eroges, and a massager that surely isn't used for its intended purpose.

As he observes the mess, Aiden's attention is drawn to all the eroge games on the floor. He picks one up, curious, and with a playful grin asks, "You like this kind of game, huh?" His tone is light, but there's a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Tomoko, feeling her heart race a thousand beats per minute, finds herself trapped in a sea of embarrassment. She stutters in reply, "N-no, they're not mine…" Her nervous gaze darts around, searching for anything that could help her escape this awkward situation. Finally, she decides to blame her brother. "It's just that… my brother left all this here…" she murmurs, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks as she tries to avoid eye contact.

"What a shame, I like them. I thought we had that in common. I guess it was my mistake," Aiden says, turning to leave the room.

Tomoko, feeling her heart sink, panics and runs after him, slamming the door shut. She grabs his hand tightly, her words spilling out in a torrent of nerves: "No! Wait! Yes, they are mine. If you want, you can try one of my games!"

As she speaks, a bit of drool spills from her mouth, her eyes wide with excitement, the blush intensifying on her cheeks as she realizes what she just said. She feels embarrassed, but the idea that Aiden might share that moment with her sends shivers down her spine.

Tomoko turns on her TV and loads her game into the console; the screen glows with vibrant colors, but her attention is on Aiden. She's nervous—everything feels like it's straight out of her erotic novels. He smiles and says, "Tomoko, you don't need to sit so far away." Aiden has considerable strength, so he easily lifts her and settles her on his lap. He's on the floor, over a cushion, and Tomoko, sweating, adjusts herself on top of him, wearing an awkward smile that betrays both her nervousness and her happiness.

"You're comfortable," Aiden says, his tone casual as she tries to relax. She stammers, "Y-yes," her trembling hands struggling to turn on the game. As they start to play, Aiden asks, "Tell me, Tomoko, what do you like most about these games?" His hands glide over her hips, wrapping her in an embrace. Tomoko's heart races.

Still stuttering and nearly fainting, she tries to speak. "T-the story," she stutters, trying to hide the pervert she is. "Oh, really?" he says just as an obscene scene begins on the screen. Tomoko looks at him, feeling Aiden's hands slide up her hips to her small breasts. "I like these scenes," he says with a cheeky smile. "Tell me, Tomoko, you like them too, don't you?" His voice takes on a teasing tone as he begins to squeeze her small breasts.

Tomoko is trembling, an intense heat enveloping her as her legs shake. "Y-yes," Tomoko replies, nervous about ruining it, her cheeks burning. "You're a bit quiet," he observes, not stopping the motion on her breasts, enjoying her reaction. "Is this bothering you?" he asks, squeezing more.

"AH!" Tomoko gasps, startled by the intensity of the situation. "If you want, I can stop." "NO!" she shouts, desperation in her voice as she tries to regain her composure. Then, regulating her voice, she adds, "N-no need, if you want to continue, that's fine by me." Aiden smiles, satisfied with her response. "So, is it okay if I go lower?" he asks, sliding his hand down Tomoko's stomach, almost reaching her crotch, the tension in the air palpable.

Tomoko beams with the most degenerate smile she can muster, feeling that her moment to be the star of an eroge has finally arrived. This is her moment. Adrenaline courses through her body, and excitement makes her heart race. She no longer needs to play games or imagine what situations from those eroges would be like, because she's living her own right now. Every heartbeat echoes in her chest, and reality blurs with her wildest fantasies.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings, "Ding! Ding! Ding!" Aiden stops, frowning. "What a shame," he says, his voice heavy with disappointment. "Looks like we'll have to pause the fun." With a slight sigh, he separates from Tomoko and heads for the door.

As soon as Aiden leaves, Tomoko throws herself onto the floor, feeling tears of frustration welling in her eyes. "I don't know who you are, but I curse you for the rest of your life," she mutters, biting her lower lip hard. Indignation burns in her chest; she has waited so long for this moment, and now, a stranger interrupts it.

Author's note: I have more chapters, but I'll upload them during the week... maybe.