December 24 - Christmas Eve
The day right before Christmas Day; the day in Japan dedicated to couples, rather than family like in other cultures. In Japan, fancy restaurants and trips are booked months in advance just for the 25th of December.
Yet, instead of preparing for such a day, a certain shut-in girl is drawing doujinshi in her dark apartment.
"Hm... Should I add one more vein? Ugh- I'm conscious of it now cause last time I got feedback saying I drew too many veins on the dick." Isami grumbled, sitting at her desk. Her manuscript mounted up on a 50ยบ stand. A lamp above shining a bright light on the pornographic paper.
'... I wonder what Andy's looks like-' but before she could finish that perverted thought, the sound of her doorbell echoed throughout her apartment. "What the...?" Isami muttered. She reached for her phone and turned it on. "It's 2 PM. So it can't be Andy giving me dinner... And I didn't order anything. So that means..." her little lips curved into a disgruntled frown. "It's a salesbitch." she cursed.
Isami hopped off her chair. Her bare feet thumbing against the floorboards as she walked over to her front door. The door bell ringing repeatedly on the way. Once she's there, she grabbed the handle and swung it open. "Fuck off! I ain't buying shi..." her voice went quiet mid-sentence as she realized who the supposed "salesbitch" was.
"Hey there, Isami." I waved, a cheeky smile on my lips. 'So she can be grumpy like this, huh? How cute~'
Isami's jaw dropped, her eyes wide. "A-A-Andy?! What're you doing here???" she asked, a pitch louder than needed. 'Oh crap! I just cursed at him!' panic built up inside the little gremlin. Fearing that she may have ruined her relationship with "the cute boy next door" that is Andy.
I tilt my head slightly to the side. "I'm here to hang out, duh. I told you last time we'd hang out at your place some time. Or is now not a good time?" I shift my gaze, looking beyond Isami and into the abyss that is her apartment. The place is so dark that it looks like a cave. 'The gremlin lives in a cave. How fitting.' I comment internally. Whenever I handed her food, she opened the door just enough to receive it. 'She looked like a weary stray cat whenever I did. That, too, was adorable.'
"Well, uh... Now is..." she trailed off, avoiding my gaze. A smirk plays at my lips as I lean in. "Why? Were you doing something naughty and I interrupted you?" I teased. 'Isami is a healthy, single girl living alone. Who knows how often she does it in here. Away from prying eyes 24/7.'
Hearing that, Isami turned to me, her face contorting in what looks like defiance. "No, I wasn't-" she retorts, but she realized how close our faces are and stumbled a couple steps back. Red coloring her cheeks.
"Really? Then you wouldn't mind letting me in, right?" I ask, testing how far she'll go to hide, or if she really was doing something productive. Either way, I'll learn more about Isami and have fun in the process.
Isami pursed her lips, pondering on my request so hard that I can almost hear the gears turning in her little head. "Yeah! I won't mind!" she says, meeting (or at least trying to) my gaze straight. She then turned to her left, her hand landing on the light switches. And with a few flicks, her apartment lit up. From a dark cave-like abode to a modern apartment in just one second.
"Excuse me~" I say, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. Slipping out of my flip flops, my bare feet touch the polished floorboards. "So, let's hang out in your room?" I ask, looking at Isami's black eyes. Her dark eyebags catching my attention whenever I look.
And at my question, Isami visibly panicked, again. "Uh- How about we watch a movie in the living room instead? A girl's room is really boring, hahah!" she reasoned, her laugh was so awkward that I almost laughed myself.
'I'm definitely sneaking into her room.' I vow internally. Set on my infiltration mission. "Alright. Lead the way, Isami." I say with a smile, masking my true intention.
Isami nods once, turning around and walking down the corridor. I follow after her, my steps relaxed despite this being my first time ever visiting a girl's house alone. 'In my past life, the only times I went to a girl's house is for group projects and such. So I can't help getting excited.' although, in a reverse world like this one, it's more like I'm the girl visiting a guy's house. But it still counts in my book.
Shortly after following Isami, my eyes caught sight of something that I shouldn't have seen. Draped on the couch backrest is a pair of black panties. "!!!" Isami, having realized that her underwear is just out in the open like that, rushed forward and grabbed the private piece of clothing. She bundled it up, hiding it from my sight. "I, uh, be right back!" she says before rushing to the right corridor, entering the single door. 'So that's her room. Gotcha~' I stored this valuable information of Isami in the back of my mind.
Not long after, Isami rushed back out, returning to the spot in front of me. "Ha- Take a seat, I'll get us some snacks." she breathed, a little winded from the impromptu exercise. She gestured to her couch in front of the TV. "Kay." I respond casually, sitting down as requested.
After seeing me seated, Isami walked over to her kitchen. a half wall separating the two spaces. "Pfft-" I barely contained my laughter after seeing her take out a stool to step on. 'She's so cute.' I repeated in my mind. After stepping on the stool, Isami opened her cupboards, searching its contents. 'While she's distracted...' I quietly stand up and head for Isami's room. Fortunately, mother made sure the floorboards didn't creak, allowing me to easily go undetected. 'Let's see what the gremlin has in her room...' I grab the knob and slowly twist it. After a faint click, I pushed it open.
What greeted me first is a dark room. I look to my right and flick the light switch. The overhead light illuminated the dark space. Giving me a clear view of Isami's room. 'I did have expectations, but this... This easily exceeded them...' I mutter internally. Because after the light turned on, what caught my attention are the rows of 2D boy banners on the wall next to Isami's bed. The prints ranging from cute shotas to near-naked, dainty men. I say near-naked because they're either wearing a thong or covering their crotch with their hand.
Scanning the room, I see two large bookshelves nearly filled up with I assume manga and doujins, a long desk with a computer and what appears to be a manga drawing station, and.... "Are those... dildos?" I ask out of disbelief. 'I know she doesn't get visitors, but she really leaves them out in the open like that..?'
Out of curiosity, I approach the intimate toys atop the cabinet. 'Hm... This is the first time I've seen them in person. I've only ever seen them in porn.' however, I ended by observation there. Approaching the bookshelves next. Skimming a finger through the covers. "Let's check... this one." I take out a book, and flip it over. "The Gyaruo I Hang Out with Lets Me Use His Dick." the title read. And the cover featured an indifferent black-haired boy. His school uniform ripped open and his chest fondled by a woman's hands, yet he doesn't care and is scrolling on his phone.
I flip the book open, but before I could read a passage, several frantic steps stormed into the room. I turn around and see Isami at the door. Her eyes blown wide, cheeks flushed a bright red as her eyes lock on to me, before snapping to the open book in my hands. "!?! That- That isn't what you think it is!!" she screamed. Her eyes shaking with me in the center.
And the right course of action would've been to kindly put the book back and pretend this didn't happen, but not me. I visited Isami with a mission; To tease her as much as I could. "Hm? Oh, this?" I shake the book with one hand, a smug smile on my lips. "You're a healthy girl, so this is per~fectly normal." I tease, holding back a laugh.
Isami stared back at me, her mouth agape. Her cute little head gearing to find a solution to this predicament. 'Okay, maybe this is actually too much...' I began to doubt myself.
Finally deciding on her next move, Isami made a beeline for me. "Give it back!" she yells, her arms desperately reaching for the book in my hand. Not wanting to be caught, I stepped back.
And before I knew it, Isami is chasing me around the room. 'Okay- Maybe this is evolving into bullying.' with that thought, I stop. "Okay here-" however, Isami didn't stop in time. Her body crashing against mine, causing us to fall together, right on her bed. "Oof!" the wind escaped me from the impact. "Hey, Isami, you alright?" I ask, worried she might have gotten hurt.
And she didn't move. My eyes widened in panic, I move my hand to grab her, but a certain sound stopped me.
A deep, slow inhale.
Isami is smelling me, or more specifically my chest.
Realizing this, the internal panic washed away as a smile tugged at my lips. "You like how I smell?" I ask, grinning at the sight of the little gremlin sniffing me. A small ticklish sensation as a result of every inhale. And instead of responding with her words like a human, she responded with a content "Mhm..."
'Hm... Wouldn't this normally be bad? We're still just on the level of neighbors, not even friends. A normal guy would probably kick her away.' however, I welcomed this situation. The fact that even now Isami is inhaling the scent of her landlady's son is a part of her charm, at least in my eyes.
After a second, I lean in. Putting my lips an inch away from her ear. "Perrr~vert~" I whisper, causing Isami to flinch. Finally realizing the gravity of what she's doing, she pushed herself away, falling butt-first onto the floor. I raise my upper half to sit on the edge of the bed. And the expression on Isami's face is... one of doom, realizing that what she just did could count as sexual harassment.
'I need to be a bit careful with this one. I can't make her think I'm hanging this over her head, but I also can't make it seem like I'm easy.' with that thought, I put on a neutral expression. "So... how did I smell?" I ask, unsure what else I could have said.
Isami met my eyes, hers still showed fear, but they had undeniable hope in them. "You, uh... smelled nice..." she replied, uncertainty in her voice. "... Alright." I say, standing up. Isami flinched again as I did. I approach the trembling gremlin, and just walk past her. "Let's go watch some anime on your TV." I say as I past by. "R- Right!" Isami scrambled after me. 'I think that was a good move... I'll just do something about this awkwardness later.'
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"How about that one? Chained Soldier." I point to an anime with a cover featuring a guy riding on the back of a cool-looking, white bipedal monster. I'm trying to act casual, like that smell incident didn't happen a few moments ago.
Isami flinched again, leaning over her shoulder to look back at me. "Uh... you sure? That one is a really ecchi anime..." she warned, still somewhat awkward from earlier. "Oh, it can't be that much worse from Gushing Over Magical Boys." I say with a proud smile, like having watched that borderline-hentai series is something to be proud about.
Isami's eyes widened at my words, turning her body to me fully. "Wait- what-" but before she could finish, several bell-like sounds echoed from my phone. "... You've been getting those for a while. Shouldn't you be..." she trailed off.
I shake my head. "It's fine. They're just rental requests. I've been getting them since this morning. I took a peak and all of them were scheduled for tomorrow; Christmas day." I casually dismiss the flood of requests I've been getting for the most romantic day of the year in Japan.
"But why??" Isami asked, curious as to why I'm ignoring all these requests. "Well..." I began, my gaze drifting off. "I want to spend the last week of the year with my mother." I explained. After a moment, a look of understanding appeared in Isami's eyes, yet there was still some confusion on her face. "Oh, okay..."
"Oh, I almost forgot. Are you free on the 29th? I got hired to cosplay at a booth for the year-end convention." I casually ask, moving the conversation. "Wait- wait... You- A company reached out to you to cosplay for their booth at the biggest convention in the country!?" Isami asked back, flabbergasted. "Uh... yeah?" I tilt my head slightly, acting like it's no big deal, even though I am fully aware of the scale of the event. It's just more fun this way.
Isami stared at me, scanning my face over and over again like it'd help her make sense of what I said. "... Which booth?" she asks, the look in her eyes tells me she has a few guesses lined up. And I couldn't help the smirk playing at my lips. "Gushing Over Magical Boys. As Kiwi." I reply.
And immediately after, Isami's eyes blew wide open, the reveal hitting her like a freight train. "What?!? The blond sadist?!" she yells, shocked by this information.
And in response, I brought my hand to my chin. Parting my lips, I bare my teeth as I grin wickedly.
"Why~? Do you not believe me, Isami~?" I ask in a deep, chilling voice that surprised even me when I discovered it for the first time. "!?!?" Isami cowered, taking a step back as a shiver ran down her spine. "No- No! I believe you!" she stammers, snapping back to the TV behind her.
'... Is it really that scary?' I wondered, unaware of how effective this expression and voice are. "So... Are you coming with me to the convention or not?"
"I'll go! I'll absolutely go!" Isami quickly replied, refusing to face me, instead focusing her attention on the TV.
Hearing her response, an innocent smile tugged at my lips. 'Yay! Hina and Isami are coming with me!' I cheered internally.
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