Since there are some repeated elements, feel free to skip a little if necessary.
I understood that I was experiencing sleep paralysis, but if possible, I wanted to move as soon as I could. There's a trick to breaking free from sleep paralysis: first, completely relax the body, then fall back asleep and wake up again—usually, that does the trick. But that wouldn't be fun this time. It would be disappointing not to properly welcome a night visitor.
So, I went through the process: relax, then tense up. Even while unable to move, I consciously regulated my breathing, focused my energy in my lower abdomen, and gradually exerted force from my fingertips and toes upward.
I sure am used to this… Was I some kind of overworked corporate drone in my past life?
I think this usually happens when exhaustion builds up.
"Good morning?"
A rain of kisses was showered upon me. By the time it settled down, I was finally able to move. It felt like about ten minutes had passed.
"G-G-G-G-Good morning!"
Hearing my greeting, Misago reacted with exaggerated shock—more than I had expected.
Despite having been pressing against me on the futon and kissing me just moments ago, she suddenly recoiled at an unbelievable speed, performing a backstep to create distance between us.
Seeing that, I felt a bit of regret—maybe I should've pretended to be asleep a little longer. But as a virgin, I had a lot of pent-up emotions myself. My overflowing libido was hard to contain.
On the other hand, despite being the one who had aggressively initiated everything earlier, Misago was now reacting like a startled cat, on the verge of taking another backstep to escape.
If she ran away now, it seemed like I'd be left waiting indefinitely. Ideally, I didn't want to let her go.
I mean, she was the one who attacked me in the first place, so her running away now didn't really sit right with me. But looking at her face, all I saw was fear and confusion.
Misago was dressed in nothing but her underwear with a loose yukata draped over her shoulders, the obi untied. Her soft, bare skin was visible in places. Even though nothing was fully exposed, it was still plenty erotic. Her skin was so fair…
But setting that aside, the situation seemed clear—she got caught while playing a prank and now felt awkward about it.
Ah, I see. That makes sense.
"It's okay, you know? I consent to this."
I quickly reassured her.
Misago's expression brightened instantly. The room was dimly lit, so I couldn't see it in full detail, but the atmosphere of someone about to flee had vanished.
"R-R-Right?! You do consent, right?!"
Since the mood seemed right, I figured I could push things a little further.
"There's no need to be so jumpy. If anything, I'll teach you a magic phrase. As long as you say this, I won't get mad—almost guaranteed."
I beckoned her over with a playful wave of my fingers. Like a moth to a flame, Misago approached.
…Was she really this easy?
I pulled her into an embrace. She squirmed a little at first, but soon, she gave in and leaned her weight against me.
"Alright, repeat after me, Misago: 'I love you.'"
I whispered the words teasingly into her ear.
"..."
No response.
Did I mess up? Unwanted memories of past rejections threatened to surface.
"Was that too cringy?"
I laughed awkwardly, trying to brush it off as a joke.
Handling rejection is a necessary skill in adult life. Even if your first love gets married, work still awaits the next day. No paid leave for heartbreak.
While struggling to keep my inner trauma in check, I maintained a calm exterior.
"Mn… Mm… Chuu…"
Misago suddenly pressed her lips to mine, desperate and intense.
Unlike the kisses from when I was asleep, this one was deep—our tongues entwining, our breath mingling.
It was overwhelming, passionate, and consuming. My mind went blank, and I felt like I was dissolving into her.
As my thoughts began to fade, I lightly tapped her to signal surrender.
Misago pulled back, seemingly realizing what she was doing. It seemed that, no matter the world, this kind of gesture remained a universal signal.
"Haa… Haa…"
Both of us panted heavily. I looked at Misago's face—her eyes were glazed over, filled with passion and… was that a heart mark in them?
(Wait… That actually worked? Then…)
"I'd like to hear a response."
It's only fair in a call-and-response situation.
Taking a deep breath as if steeling herself, Misago inhaled deeply.
"I love you! I love you so much! I adore you! So please, release it inside me and impregnate me!"
She declared her request in one breath, pointing at her exposed stomach where her yukata had fallen open.
Her abdomen was toned, with a thin layer of softness over well-defined muscles—an impressive sight.
Her words and actions couldn't be clearer.
"So, you don't have any contraception… No condoms…"
I muttered absentmindedly.
I didn't have my wallet with me, nor any means of preparation. Even legendary adult film actor Eagle always preached the importance of using protection, and I grew up believing it was necessary. But apparently, in this situation, it was considered unnecessary and even inappropriate.
"Is that a problem?"
Misago's eyes widened in panic, as if everything was about to come crashing down.
"No, it's not that…"
I hesitated, mentally taking a step back.
"Did you figure out that today isn't a fertile day for me?!"
That was unexpected information. While it reassured me, it seemed to be a serious issue for Misago.
"That's not the problem here."
She looked like she was about to run away again, so I quickly pulled her into another embrace.
"In my homeland, it's considered proper etiquette to use protection. But if you're sure about this, then I'll gladly finish inside you."
It wasn't a dealbreaker for me.
"Then please, release it inside me and get me pregnant."
She was firm on that. Her eyes held desperate resolve.
"Well, I do have a lot on my mind, but I don't have any objections to doing it."
With a sigh, I gave in.
I was already on edge from all the teasing, and the aphrodisiac-like food I had eaten earlier was still in effect. Even though I had relieved myself in the afternoon, I was already rock-hard again.
After that, we gave it our all.
I held her close, caressed her, and fulfilled her request many times over.
We became so lost in each other that our identities blurred.
Eventually, we both passed out, exhausted, and slept soundly until morning.
Chirp, chirp.
Soft kisses woke me up.
"Good morning?"
"…G-Good morning…"
Misago blushed furiously at my greeting. Despite what we had done, she was still so innocent.
Grrr…
Our stomachs growled at the same time. We had only eaten once yesterday, so we were starving.
We exchanged small chuckles.
Misago stood up with a stretch.
"Well then, it's time for breakfast."
Her initiative was helpful—I wasn't good at handling such things.
"Please."
I tried to get up—
"Ugh…"
Pain shot through my muscles, and I collapsed back onto the futon.
"Are you alright?!"
Misago rushed to help.
"Yeah… Just muscle pain. Not a bad kind, though."
It was an embarrassingly awkward post-lovemaking morning.
Thus, the first day of my life in another world came to a close.
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