Want to Sleep Together?

Lee Jinwoo.

A guy who'd never had a girlfriend in his life. The first woman he'd ever shared a bed with was his own mother. The second was Ryushia.

Even sleeping one bunk apart from her had been enough to set his nerves on fire. And now he was pressed up against a fully grown woman like this… he couldn't take it. Not even close.

"Haaahm… nnh…"

Somebody save me.

Right beside him, the sheets whispered and rustled with every toss and turn, the sound tickling his ear without mercy.

"Whoa."

She looked perfectly at ease in a tank top and a pair of dolphin shorts. To his eyes, she looked infinitely, dangerously unguarded. Those enormous breasts, clinging to a scrap of white fabric by sheer stubbornness, announced their presence with shameless volume. A black bra peeked out from beneath the rumpled cloth — the last line of defense, and even that was barely holding.

"Nnh… my chest feels so tight…"

A languid hand fumbled at something. A faint sound of something coming undone. Then —

A scrap of fabric hit the floor and shattered the quiet.

"You've gotta be kidding me."

As a man, he had just entered a state of maximum crisis.

Freed from the bra, her breathing came easier — and that soft, melting, dangerously alluring sound brushed his ear again and again. Her plump, yielding thigh rubbed slowly against his leg.

"Hhhhk…"

It was impossibly soft. A faint scent teased his nose, and the strange, sinking pleasure of it threatened to pull him under. He wanted, right then and there, to bury his face in the thigh draped over his body and drink that scent in.

You can do this, Lee Jinwoo.

He endured. The short dolphin shorts stretched taut, barely containing that enormous backside. He clenched his will shut and refused to look at the plump undercurve peeking out, or at those lush, silky legs.

Holy hell, that ass is huge.

"Why did I ever agree to this…"

He regretted every word. This was far beyond what his self-control could handle. No — there wasn't a man alive who could have endured this without his soul leaving his body.

A faint moan slipped from her lips as she thrashed, and then she closed the last of the distance. Her chest met his and squashed against it.

"Hhik?!"

The moment that sensual mass pressed down on him, the thought of resisting didn't even occur to him. A heavy, living weight, and the vivid sensation of skin that a single thin layer of fabric couldn't hide. Pressed flush against him, they shifted and reshaped with every movement, as if they were alive.

"Nnh… nnnh…!"

A woman's large breasts drive men insane. And with a soft female body crushing down on his heart like this, he couldn't even breathe the way he wanted to.

"I'm cooold…"

"Guhack?!"

To make matters worse, both of her arms wound around him and locked tight. The situation had just gone from dangerous to catastrophic. Chest to chest, fully flush. Her smooth legs tangled with his darker, muscular ones. This was… a full-on couple's embrace.

"Heheh…"

Whether she knew it or not, Ryushia just smiled that bright, empty smile and slept like the dead.

She looked at him like anything he did would be fine. Not a shred of wariness toward men on that face.

On top of everything, her feminine scent and a hint of fruit kept wafting up, teasing his nose, tormenting him in slow, lazy waves. He was going to have to endure this for at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠least six hours.

Her body was, without question, soft and warm. A comfort no body pillow on earth could ever match.

"Nnh… n-no… I don't want to…"

But at some point she seemed to slip into an ugly dream. A wounded little sound leaked out of her. Her face twisted, and tears welled along her lashes.

So this was what she'd meant. This feeling.

"I'm here."

He caught the hand that kept groping around for something to hold. If a man said he'd do something, he saw it through.

"Mm…"

The moment her fingers closed around his, the unease drained from her face, and at last she settled into something peaceful.

She seems okay now. Maybe I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠can finally get some sleep too?

Then her thigh came down out of nowhere and crushed against his groin like it meant to flatten it, and his mind went white.

Wait.

No.

No!!!!

"Ghhnnnnnk!!!!"

A state of emergency had just been declared. He locked every muscle in his body to stave off the disaster barreling toward him. He couldn't. If this kept up he was actually going to hell.

Lee Jinwoo!! Do not acknowledge it! Ignore those soft, warm thighs! Ignore Ryushia's huge breasts crushing your chest! Do NOT acknowledge whatever's poking through that thin tank top!!! Ignore the smell. Ignore the hot breath. Ignore every last sensation of skin on skin.

"Namu Amitabha…"

He simply prayed.

Birds were singing. Morning had come.

"Aahh~! I slept great…"

"Uh…"

Ryushia stretched, glossy-skinned and bright-faced, her chest swaying with the motion.

And me?

I was… currently…

"Ghhhrrrk…"

Exhausted. Eyes bloodshot, head heavy, thoughts swimming. I was basically a zombie.

"Did you not sleep well last night?"

Ryushia scratched her cheek, looking genuinely puzzled as she watched me die in real time.

This is all your fault.

"Yeah…"

"Haha, I'm sorry… I have a bit of a habit of tossing and turning."

That was not 'a bit.'

Any man on earth would be down for the count if you rubbed your chest on him, wrapped him in your legs, and locked him in with both arms. It was only a matter of time.

"Be a little more careful. You're a woman now."

"Come on. With you, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Jinwoo, I just… feel at ease, that's why I act like this. I don't go throwing myself around on just anyone, you know!"

Coming from someone who ran around in a high-cut leotard that flashed sideboob, that was not remotely convincing.

"I don't actually think of the character Ryushia as, you know, hot. Unnecessarily huge chest, shady-looking slit eyes, walking around with a sword strapped on… she's not exactly feminine."

She launched into a string of excuses under my unimpressed stare, working overtime to sell me on how ordinary she was — and, while she was at it, talking up every other girl in the vicinity.

"Honestly, compared to plain, average me, the busty blonde Saintess, Iflata with the airheaded little-sister act, and Arkis the bungling young lady are way more appealing. The degenerates like Maestro more anyway."

"Jinwoo, you think so too, right?"

"I wonder."

In my opinion, those mysterious slit eyes, that pale skin, that voluptuous figure, and that outrageously lewd outfit were a combination that had no business being unpopular. That backside was walking pornography.

"W-why are you looking at me like that. That's… kind of unsettling…"

The second I let a suspicious little smile show, Ryushia broke out in a cold sweat.

"L-let's just eat!!"

She scrambled off the bed like the floor was lava and fled for the kitchen, too embarrassed to stay. Fine. That how she wanted to play it? Then I wasn't just going to sit here and take it.

"Ah, wait a second."

She poked her head back around the wall and added one more thing, with an awkward little smile.

"What."

My vision went dark. After last night… again tomorrow? She'd slept like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a baby. How was I supposed to sleep?!

"Hm? You just sleep, that's all there is to it."

…Easy for you to say.

"Today I shall teach you about elemental matchups and Breakthrough."

"Haaahm…"

Professor Vagina's class at the Academy. Aside from Elia and a handful of others, the room was a sea of glazed, half-dead eyes.

"You already know Water, Fire, Electric, Wood, and so on, yes? The basic elemental attributes shift organically depending on the situation. However, Light and Dark deal heavy damage to each other. For example… if that transfer student Mae over there fought Elia, they would both deal — and take — enormous damage."

"That tracks…"

Back in the Maestro fight, Arkis and Iflata had torched the wooden marionettes — the boss's trash mobs — without breaking a sweat. Those things counted as Wood, so they were weak to Fire. Maestro herself, though, was Dark, so the type-advantage damage dropped off a cliff. If Elia hadn't gone down saving Iflata, it would have been a little easier.

"Occasionally you get irregulars. Moonlight, Fairy, that sort of thing. Those ones — instead of wasting time memorizing matchups, just hit them one more time."

Ah. That's me.

Moonlight was… how to put it. Like the Foreigner or Avenger classes in that one game, Grand Order. A special category rather than a regular class, so the matchups were a complete mess.

"Heh… at first even Moonlight got a big 'what the hell is this.' Then the money-crazed game company kept piling them on, and the moment the attribute chart passed thirteen, all hell broke loose."

"Once you have that many, don't attributes kind of lose their meaning?"

"They call them hospitality attributes for new bosses. You gotta pull for them, right?"

"I see…"

Game companies really were the worst. I bet even they couldn't memorize the matchup charts they stamped out by the dozen.

"Levels cap at twenty, forty, sixty, and eighty, but inner strength often matters more. Hone your skill and your technique rather than chasing external power."

Jinwoo kept listening, but a question had been sitting in him the whole time, and he finally turned and asked me.

"Ryushia, isn't Breakthrough supposed to be a good thing? There's a limit to just stacking raw damage, right?"

"Well, yes, but enemy strength scales with our level. Skills and gear matter far more than Breakthrough."

"Really?"

"Of course. A level-eighty Maestro, Tarkan, or Arhan is just hell."

Hearing Ryushia's running commentary in between, meeting the bosses sooner rather than later didn't sound like such a bad idea.

"Still, we should at least hit level forty before the skills start unlocking, so we'll need to do some skill upgrades and farming later too."

"Yeah."

And with that, a pretty useful class — at least for a newbie — came to an end.

"Ah, and once break is over, we have a performance evaluation. Everyone gather at the training grounds."

"Eh…"

The professor dropped that little cruelty on a roomful of half-comatose students as if she were mentioning the weather.

"So? What exactly are we supposed to do?"

Speaking for the students standing around the training grounds looking lost, Ryushia asked the question.

"You all brought your weapons, I take it?"

"Yes!"

Professor Vagina glanced over the wooden swords, the practice gauntlets, and the rest of the training gear with a look of profound disinterest.

She said it like it was nothing, then dropped into a chair and closed her eyes.

"Call me when you're done."

You've got to be kidding me.

She was just leaving it to us? Let the students figure out how to beat each other up on their own? And this counted as a performance evaluation?

"Haa… I think she just wants us to spar…"

"Hmm. Who should I even fight?"

A sigh leaked out at the professor's complete lack of effort. Well… maybe just trade a few blows with people we already knew.

"U-um!!"

"Yes?"

A perfectly ordinary-looking girl student walked up and said, with feeling:

"P-please kill me! Lady Ryushia!"

"No! Kill me instead!"

"Nnh… you can even kill me in bed if you want…"

"Pardon?"

No, what the hell.