Chapter 10: Chapter 10: The Sisception
[Day 1]
Waking up to a pristine white ceiling, Asahi gasped in mild surprise. "Ah, an unfamiliar ceiling."
It was one of those quirky lines he had always wanted to try from his favorite anime, but uttering it aloud made him cringe.
(My love, are you ready for memory sync?)
'Hold on for a second.'
With a languid stretch, he swept away the fluffy blanket, revealing a mess of dark brown hair and sleep-creased pajamas. He arched his back, feeling the stiffness of sleep melt away from his muscles. Rubbing his eyes, he mumbled, "Ummm. Hey, these are some cute ass posters."
The wall to his right was adorned with posters of cute anime girls, mechas, and even some goth-type horror art. The diverse posters added a unique and lively personality to the otherwise plain bedroom.
'Klyscha, is that Rance? That guy is canon here?!'
Rance was quite a scumbag but Asahi fully admired his 'I don't give a fuck about anybody' attitude.' One could say the eroge protagonist served as Asahi's role model in his middle school years.
(I-I guess the System found those records appropriate for the blank soul.)
'Hmm.'
Klyscha had specifically designed the placeholder personality to act like a good boy and stay out of trouble in the most efficient way possible. He achieved the objective by feigning an otaku hobby.
Asahi couldn't help but chuckle. "Doesn't matter. I'll change everything."
Striding over to the window, he slid the curtains aside and pushed open the windows. A soft breeze, whispered through the gap, bringing with it a flurry of delicate sakura petals. Accompanying this playful sight was a burst of bright sun rays, a golden cascade that bathed the room in warmth.
He squinted against the light, shielding his eyes with a hand. "Well, ain't this a sight?"
The scenery outside his modest apartment was a stark contrast to the opulence of the luxurious mansion from his previous life. Fresh cherry blossom petals gathered on the sidewalk. Students chattered and laughed as they walked down the street. Occasionally, a car would drive by, sending a whirlwind of petals swirling in its wake.
This very normal day of April reminded him of an anime protagonist's first high school day.
'Too bad it's the last day of their happiness. The world's foundations will be changed for centuries to come.'
(You sound… excited. I suppose the ruthlessness of Yakuza runs in your veins.)
'I'm excited but also sad… Many wonderful milfs will meet a tragic end today.'
(Tragic indeed. If only my love had a way to prevent the curse from taking place… just kidding. The world and every person in it didn't exist without us. We gave them life, a purpose, and an opportunity to thrive in the new world.)
Klyscha tried to console him and rid him of any potential guilt from his decision. Her kindness would've immensely helped a normal teenager, but Asahi was far more mature than a typical high schooler.
"You said it in the best way possible." He leaned on the window, admiring the serene view of Tokonosu City. "Everyone has an equal chance. They only need to focus their 'Vision' and wield it against the undead… Klyscha, sync me."
(Give me a second.)
Klyscha carefully connected his mind to the fragmented memories of his 'pseudo-self', the placeholder personality inhabiting his body for seventeen years in this world. Seventeen years' worth of memories surged into his consciousness. It took little time to digest the memories, as the lack of emotions in the placeholder personality really limited the information contained in the memories.
'I feel like I aged a decade in one fricking second.'
(It's nothing compared to inheriting the whole universe's dreams…) Klyscha's voice trailed off as if she was lost in reminiscence.
'Klyscha?'
(Don't mind my ramblings, my love. You should get ready for school. She'll be coming to make breakfast any moment now…)
As if proving Klyscha right, a clicking sound reached him — someone unlocked the door to his apartment. Only one person, apart from himself, carried the keys to his apartment.
The door swung open, revealing a woman in her late twenties. Her arms were laden with grocery bags, two in each hand, straining under the weight. Sweat glistened in her long blonde hair, dampening her formal white shirt. The sweltering heat outside had clearly taken its toll on her. Yet, as her eyes met Asahi's, her frustrated frown eased, and her lips curled into a bright smile.
"Aa-kun, I'm back with the groceries."
"Nee-san, welcome back." He greeted her naturally as if it wasn't his first time meeting her. The memories made him feel like he had been with her since forever.
The influence of his memories — he hadn't predicted it to be this strong. However, he welcomed the change with open arms as he always wanted a sister. A sister who wasn't selfish or vengeful like his half-sisters born from another mother. With her innocence, Shizuka Marikawa filled both the role of big sister and younger sister at the time.
'One of the most innocent minded women in one of the sexiest bodies.'
(A deadly combo.)
Shizuka nodded and kicked the door close with a gentle nudge of her back.
He went ahead and took the bags from her. "Let me help."
Shizuka watched, dazed, as he efficiently unpacked the groceries, placing each item with care – the soft drink cans in the refrigerator, the spices in the kitchen cabinet to name a few.
Her hand drifted to her chest, unintentionally accentuating her breasts. "Aa-kun…"
A red heart, the size of a baseball, flew out of her head, followed by a cascade of smaller hearts.
*Ding!*
[–Shizuka Marikawa: Affection +63]
[–Shizuka Marikawa: Affection +2]
[–Shizuka Marikawa: Affection +1]
[–Shizuka Marikawa: Affection +3]
[–'Shizuka Marikawa' added to the Partner menu.]
The first massive number represented her cumulative affection, with the smaller increments being the direct result of his recent actions. As a part of the instructions, he — the previous owner of his body — had never helped Shizuka even when she was stressed out. His proactive approach clearly caught her off guard, yet it brought a genuine feeling of happiness to her.
He closed the refrigerator shut and gave her a curious glance. "What's the matter, Nee-san?"
Shaking off her daze, Shizuka offered a soft, affectionate smile. "You didn't shower, right?"
"No, I just woke up."
"Then hurry, or we'll be late for school! I'll get your French toast and hot chocolate ready."
Rather than listening to her urging, like his previous host, Asahi moved to the stove, turning on the flame. "I'll help—"
But Shizuka was quick to intervene, her hands gently pressing against his shoulders as she guided him back towards his bedroom. "You can help me later, Aa-kun. If we're even a second late, the Dean will scold me again… I can't afford to lose this job."
The teary look in her eyes brought his attention to the traces of dark marks under her eyes — she hadn't been getting enough sleep. Taking care of him and her job as a chemistry teacher in the Tokonosu Academy was already hectic enough. Then she also had to stay up late nights to create quiz tests for her students.
'Just one more day. She'll get plenty of rest from tomorrow.'
He complied with Shizuka without further argument and stepped into the shower. The sound of water cascading down drowned out the world, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
(My love, you have to make the most of this one day.)
Asahi was eager for the action, but he also wanted to avoid rushing into things. A single day would suffice for him to acquire some skills and acquaint himself with both the city and the few people who'd accompany him as his party members.
'Don't worry. I won't suffer the same fate as those young masters.'
Chapter 11: Chapter 11: The Partners List
[Day 1]
Emerging from a revitalizing shower, Asahi donned his uniform and ventured into the kitchen. The alluring aroma of French toast paired with the rich scent of hot chocolate immediately captivated his senses. Yet, it was Shizuka's graceful dance between the sizzling pans and steaming pots that truly caught his eye. Roasting fish seasoned to perfection, sautéing a vibrant medley of vegetables, and expertly whisking eggs for a fluffy omelet at the same time — her culinary prowess would have been wholly undeniable if not for the comical sight of toasted bread stuffed in her mouth.
(The power of an onee-san! Unlock her final form by putting a bun in her bakery.)
'Did you… just suggest incest?'
(You already did it with your…)
'Hey, speak louder. I can't hear you.'
Klyscha coughed dramatically. (Legally it's questionable. Morally it's disgusting. Personally… I love it.)
It seemed Klyscha had learned about the culture of memes by stalking him. It also made her more accepting of the commonly frowned-upon topics such as incest. Or it could be the other way around, that she never cared about them to begin with.
'Ahem, I'll think about the Onee-san route later.'
He had to consider Shizuka's feelings before everything. Right now, he was quite excited about the other girls in this world and how he'd make them fall for him.
(The Oyakodon of a Tsundere Princess and her Mature Mother, the Sadistic Kendoka and her—)
'Shhh. Don't spoil the fun.'
Just then, Shizuka pointed at his breakfast and spoke muffled words that nobody could understand.
He couldn't help a chuckle. "Nee-san, no need to rush like that. We still have like an hour."
Shizuka removed the melon bread from her mouth and stared at him for a good while. His liveliness, a far cry from his usual silent self, left her baffled. It was only when the fish on the stove began to sizzle a tad too enthusiastically that she snapped back to reality.
[–Shizuka Marikawa: Affection +2]
She flipped the fish in a panic and took a sigh of relief. "Aa-kun, I want to take a shower at my place and change clothes. This one reeks of sweat."
"You look pretty fine, actually."
She gave a small smile as a small heart materialized above her head.
[–Shizuka Marikawa: Affection +3]
"No, really, I don't," she protested softly, her fingers nervously adjusting her collar. "I didn't expect the day to heat up so quickly."
Asahi took a seat and began to savor the delectable breakfast while admiring her diligence in her cooking. His gaze occasionally drifted to her plump butt accentuated by her tight black skirt.
'How does this cinnamon roll have no stalkers?'
A charming woman living alone would have at least three stalkers in his previous world.
(Anime logic, my love. Don't question the absolute laws!)
After packing two multi-layered bentos, Shizuka devoured her melon bread and revealed a cheerful smile. "So tasty… Ahem, Aa-kun, I'll be back in ten minutes. Don't go anywhere!"
"Wait, I'll come with you."
Her apartment was two streets away from his, yet he didn't feel safe letting her go alone. While the undead plague had yet to start, he couldn't rule out some other danger lurking around.
"You don't—"
"Nee-san, It's hot outside. What if you faint from dizziness?" He asked while shoving the bentos in his backpack. "I won't go in your room if that's what you are worried about."
Her cheeks flushed at the mention of her room. "T-There's nothing in my room."
Asahi's gaze narrowed playfully, intrigued by her sudden bashfulness. "Nee-san…"
"Okay, come with me! I have nothing to hide."
With his backpack in tow, Asahi followed her out the door and navigated the sunlit streets towards her apartment.
In another few seconds, they were standing before a cozy apartment on the second floor.
Shizuka hesitated at the doorway. With her hand lingering on the key, she cast a nervous glance back at Asahi. "Aa-kun, you promised you'd head back."
"Then you said you don't have anything to hide." He shrugged. "Besides, the parking lot is closer from here than it is from my apartment."
She bit her lip and conceded with a soft nod. "Well, there is one thing... something Rika left behind for me. Forget everything I said. Just come in."
Stepping into the apartment, Asahi was enveloped by the pleasant scent that uniquely belonged to Shizuka. He had lived here until last year then she moved him to another apartment. She did it for the sake of giving him more privacy.
He remembered Rika saying, 'Aa-chan is an adult now. Give him his own apartment to bang his future girlfriend.'
Rika even bought an apartment to make things easier for Shizuka since she had too much money in her bank account and not much time to spend on anything.
'I can't wait to meet the sniper lady.'
(Slay her in bed, and she is yours.)
Asahi stepped into the bedroom and saw the thing Shizuka wanted to hide from him — her messy bedroom. Books, clothes, pens, and even panties were scattered on the study table, the ground, and even the bed.
On one hand she didn't mind walking around him in just a towel. On the other hand, she felt extremely embarrassed about such a small thing.
'I've gone on dates with a hundred plus women. but I can never understand them.'
(She wants to appear reliable in front of you.)
'Makes sense.'
Shizuka's shoulders sagged in defeat. "I'm sorry, Aa-kun. I just couldn't find time to organize my room. I'll do it on Saturday—"
He placed a finger on her lips to silence her. "I know how busy you've been with your job and stuff. I'll clean things up while you shower, okay?"
"Thanks—"
"No thanks or sorry between family members."
She widened her eyes then cupped her cheeks, smiling giddily. "Rika-chan was right."
[–Shizuka Marikawa: Affection +17]
"Huh?"
He was baffled, partially by the massive increase and partially by her change.
"Rika-chan said Aa-kun will become reliable and mature in high school."
He let out a sigh and crossed his arms. "There was a reason behind my… strange actions until now. I'll tell you everything tomorrow."
Justifying the silent behavior of his pseudo self and his decisive actions from now on were on his priority list. Otherwise, she might become estranged and grow distant from him.
"Aa-kun, what do you mean?"
He glanced at the clock. "Nee-san, we don't have the time to stand around."
"Oh shoot!" She hurriedly took her cosmetics and rushed to the bath.
He chuckled and began putting the things back in their places. His higher agility allowed him to achieve things at a far faster pace than usual. In one of the bed drawers, he found the 'thing' Rika left behind — a gracefully elongated violet shaft that arched with a gentle curve, its surface smooth and devoid of any imperfection as if it was crafted with meticulous effort.
(...)
He quietly put the dildo back in its place and dusted off his hands. "And done."
The two reached a mutual understanding that it was better not to talk about the object of pleasure. They both understood the concept of everyone having physical needs, and his sister was no exception.
"Klyscha, show me status."
The status showed up. He didn't notice any changes from the last time.
'Shouldn't I have more skills?'
He had learned numerous languages, mastered the art of handling multiple enterprises, and even perfected his skills in bed. None of those showed up in the skill.
(Your achievements weren't recorded by the System. I forgot to take that into account, my love…)
'It's fine.'
Asahi couldn't help but find amusement in the paradoxical nature of Klyscha; a being capable of crafting complex realities, yet prone to the simplest of errors. It was a charming flaw, one that made her more endearing, more human.
(Hehe, praise me more~.)
'Not now. I wanna check the Partners function.'
[PARTNERS LIST]
Shizuka Marikawa
Klyscha Marikawa
???? ??????
(I took your last name as mine.)
'That's good and all. Can we talk about this mysterious admirer of mine first?'
He had a good hunch about the name hidden behind the question marks, but he wanted to hear Klyscha's reasoning for putting it here in the first place.
(Uh…)
'Klyscha Marikawa, my most beautiful wife. Are you keeping a yandere away from me?'
(Y-Yeah. That's right! I censored her name so my love don't stress over her.)
'Does her name start with Aimi and end with Akane?'
(...Yes. I rescued her soul with yours. Her soul is currently in stasis. I can unseal her if you want to meet her?)
He shook his head. Before meeting the bodyguard with a screw loose, he had to become stronger than her and guarantee a way to prevent her from harming him or his future lovers.
As much as he owed Aimi, he couldn't trust her after that incident.
(Thanks, my love… for giving her a chance. I really don't want her love to end because of her mistake…)
'She stabbed me two dozen times. That's not what you classify as a mistake.'
(Hehe.)
He put the matter behind him and first tapped Klyscha's name on the list. Her status really made him curious.
[Klyscha Marikawa (Level ∞)]
Personal information: Your lovable Goddess of Dreams who always watches over you~.
Current Relationship: Eternal Wife
Affection points: ∞
Affection Type: Romantic (80%), Maternal (20%)
[STATUS]
Age: 17
Race: High Human
Class: Goddess of Dreams (Divine), The Devoted Housewife (Legendary)
[ATTRIBUTES]
Strength: ∞
Dexterity: ∞
Constitution: ∞
Defense: ∞
Charm: ∞
Magic: ∞
[SKILLS]
(Omitted due to limitations)
"What the fuck…"
...
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