Ripening Desire in the Love Hotel
Ritka cooed seductively. "Yeah. I'm doing fine. Are Dad and the uncles safe?"
"Of course! What kind of man is he? Don't worry about us—just take good care of our daughter's body."
"What is there to take care of here..."
Ritka's chest tightened at her mother's affectionate words coming through the phone.
"Sweetie, don't you know how dangerous it is for women now that the world's gone to hell? I've got your dad and the organization guys, so nothing's changed for me, but out there? Total chaos."
"I-is it that bad?"
"Yeah! That Yamamoto guy, right? Mom doesn't need to worry about him?"
"Of course not! Kazuma's amazing!"
"Hmmm~"
Ritka jumped at her mother's knowing hum and rushed to reply. "I-I gotta hang up! Gotta save battery."
"Okay. Calls have been spotty lately anyway. Take care of yourself—and use protection?"
Startled, she hurriedly said goodbye and ended the call. If Dad had heard that, she would've been in deep shit. Maybe the uncles had come to Tokyo too?
Ah, I could've seen Dad then. That would've been nice.
She grinned for a moment before getting up to tidy the room.
Lately, she'd left her old mansion for a love hotel as her new nest. It was close to shops, had all sorts of amenities inside, and after discussing it with Kazuma, they'd made the move.
Glancing around, she lowered her voice and muttered, "S-status window...?"
Blushing with embarrassment, she called it out—but only an echo of shame bounced back from her chest.
Ritka covered her burning face with both hands.
A few days after moving to the love hotel, she'd casually mentioned the thugs at the mart, and Kazuma had hesitated before confessing he was a superpowered awakener—no need to worry.
Shockingly, he really was. He could store and pull items from thin air, and he explained his superhuman physical abilities in detail—the ones that had always puzzled her.
Has he opened his heart to me?
He'd even said he'd never told his little brother Takeru about his powers.
She checked her reflection in the living room mirror. Long legs leading up to curvaceous hips and a slim waist, full breasts clashing with her delicate features—ever since school, she'd been scouted on streets and confessed to by countless guys.
Of course, the uncles always glared and blocked them.
Overprotected by her family, she'd never dated until living alone. The boyfriend she'd started seeing out of rebellion, Takeru, ghosted her after less than a month. Clumsy at romance, they'd barely done any skinship. A few simple dates—that was it. Now, her first boyfriend in life left her with no real feelings.
Instead, meeting Kazuma through him was the main thing tormenting her lately.
Are my breasts too small? Mom's are huge.
Ritka sighed, squeezing her perky mounds.
Since moving to the love hotel, her libido and sensitivity had spiked over the last few days, putting her in awkward spots.
Kazuma, telling her to rely on his powers, went out alone and fetched food and supplies effortlessly. His blood-soaked returns suited his decadent look perfectly—she had to hide her quickened breath every time.
Unlike the rotten zombie stench sometimes, his raw, thick blood scent sometimes felt like the warm embrace of her dad from childhood dreams.
He was clearly handling threats like those mart thugs on his own so she wouldn't worry. In this apocalyptic world, his competence made her curious about his background—but who cared now?
What mattered more was whether Kazuma saw her as a woman.
When she subtly hung around without panties, he pretended not to notice but scanned her body. His bright morning smiles as he doted on her—clearly, he liked her back.
Time for special measures.
Every night, dinner with Kazuma turned into drinks. His saliva, mixed in thanks to mastering Incubus, spiked her suppressed lust—she always drank less than her limit. Ritka clenched her fist in resolve.
Beep! Beep!
At the door unlocking, Ritka eyed the small paper packet from the pocket downstairs and went to greet Kazuma.
Mom said to use protection.
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I opened the door and stepped in, and Ritka hurried over with quick steps.
"You're back? Go wash up. I'll prep dinner."
I smiled back at her blushing, giggling self, tossed my bag, and headed to the bathroom.
Things are about to wrap up.
Lately, I'd raided every jewelry store, bank, and shop nearby to stockpile. My real-world self was short on cash. Mana control I could figure out back home with friends or my powers, but survival food? Had to buy it in reality.
This should net 100-200 million won, right?
Estimating the gold bars and jewels in my Inventory as I washed, I changed and went to the living room.
Ritka's ripening nicely too.
Her even thinner clothes and teasing rear as she cooked in the kitchen. Admiring the view, she soon brought out the food one by one.
"Sorry. Should help."
"No! You work hard outside—leave housework to me!"
Me, resolved to "work hard" inside too, picked up chopsticks, and Ritka did the same to start eating.
"No issues in Kyoto?"
"Yeah. Parents are safe. But food shortages mean more clashes around there."
"We'll find a way after winter."
"Yes!"
Chatting survival plans while eating, we finished before long. With practiced moves, we cleared dishes and set a simple drinking table.
Snacks were convenience store kakipi and canned beer. Of course, using a leftover large dispenser from a nearby pub for that draft feel was a bonus.
Pondering how to devour Ritka, whose affection for me had grown, my eyes caught the incubus bodily fluids added from mastering Incubus. Curious, I suggested a light post-dinner drink to unwind as she served.
For a strictly raised girl like her, boozing was forbidden fantasy. She agreed eagerly. I'd been secretly mixing my saliva into her beer every night.
Honestly, wanted to give her something else, but too risky... Anyway, she'd tilted her head the first night, but now every move dripped with sex appeal and flirtation.
She was surely comforting herself when I was out.
Otherwise, it doesn't add up.
Her sweat-drenched look every return...
And so, tonight's drinking started.
She sipped beer, eyes sparkling at my tales of the day's exploits. Soon, sharing Kyoto updates from her parents, our hands bumped over the kakipi bowl.
The mood turned awkwardly flirty. Ritka fidgeted closer. "Too far away. Hehe."
How far is "one table away"? Embarrassed, she blushed and grinned sheepishly. I chuckled and drank my beer.
Not to be outdone, Ritka gulped hers unusually fast.
Watching her down beer non-stop, I somehow knew tonight was the night.
Long buildup with Takeru as excuse and incubus fluids. Opportunity here.
A woman should cling to me. Awakener cred, after all.
The session stretched longer than usual—how much beer later?
"Burp."
Turning at the tiny belch, I saw Ritka's flushed face.
Staring, her eyes trembled, welling with tears.
"Hic...! Sniff...!"
Juice her now?
Pausing, I scooted closer. "Kanzaki, what's wrong? Don't cry."
I gently stroked her hair, soothing her.
"Sniff...! W-what's this? Hic."
Face red, she started sobbing.
Too gentlemanly lately?
Her self-esteem dipped unknowingly, and messing up before her crush unleashed pent-up frustration.
"Beer makes burps happen."
Sharing a bed soon? Burps are nothing—worse awaits. Her teary burp-crying was just cute.
Comforting her, she looked up with needy, misty eyes—demanding I own it.
...A ploy?
No need to overthink. Meeting her earnest gaze, I softly wrapped her waist and head, pressing lips to hers.
Stroking her trembling shoulders, I nudged her closed teeth with my tongue. She exhaled sharply through her nose and parted slightly.
My tongue dove in; hers tentatively met, awkwardly tangling.
Arms around her waist again, hand caressing from nape to lower back—she melted, panting into the kiss.
"Hmph...! Tch! Heh...!"
Firm grip, I peeled her lips free, scooped her up, and headed to bed.
Sensing this life's pivotal moment, she clutched my chest, burying her face.
Her shy, fragile look curled my lips.
Soon, she'll be mine.