System: Emotional proximity scan activated.
Rika Fujimoto’s heart rate elevated. Unusual serotonin levels detected.
Recomndation: Subtle charm. No horny idiot moves. Yet.
Third day in my well....brand new life.
And already, I was in too deep. Like.....Too deep
Ms. Rika Fujimoto. The burned-out literature teacher.
She wasn’t just beautiful, although she was....She was broken in that delicate, careful way.
Like a cracked porcelain mug soone kept using because it still held warmth.
I found myself staring at her more than I should’ve during class.
Her voice—sharp, but dulled by fatigue.
Her eyes—bright once, probably. Now dimd by too many disappointnts.
Her ass and well...boobs—okay yeah, I noticed. I’m not blind. Or dead anymore.
System: Warning. Relax, You’re horny again.
Also: she hasn’t touched a man in 7 months, 2 weeks, 3 days. She masturbates twice a week. Sa video. Lights off. Moans loud as fuck
"Jesus, bro."
System: I am not your bro. But I can show you the video.
"Do not."
And Just Then, during class, she called my na.
"Sakamoto. A word."
Oh boy.
My classmates snickered behind . I walked up like a soldier going into a briefing.
She didn’t speak right away. She just... stared at again, Just like before.
"Didn’t I tell you to stop flirting?"
I smiled. "I wasn’t flirting. I was just being real."
She blinked.
"That is worse," she muttered, and handed a small book.
The Bell Jar.
"Read it. If you’re going to pretend to understand trauma, you might as well start with Sylvia Plath."
I raised a brow. "You think I’m pretending?"
She hesitated.
Then looked away.
"You’re... young. You wouldn’t get it."
I opened the first page.
"I’ve buried n who looked just like . So maybe I do."
System: Emotional Ping 9%. Progress: 21%.
Warning: Her defenses are slipping. One more crack, and you’ll see behind the curtain.
That night, the dream hit hard.
Her.
Sweating. Breathing heavy. Straddling .
Rika, naked under the stars, on that sa rooftop. Hair wild. Hands digging into my chest.
"You think you know pain?" she whispered, hips grinding. "Make feel sothing. Anything."
System: Simulation: MILF #1 fantasy dream. Biological reaction: activated.
I woke up hard, sweaty, and whispering her na.
God, I missed being young. And horny.
Next day. Lunch. Rooftop.
She was there again. Sa thermos. Sa distance.
I didn’t say anything.
Just opened my book. The Bell Jar.
I could feel her glance.
"You actually read it?" she asked.
"Halfway. Gotta say, Plath writes like a woman ready to burn the world down."
She let out sothing halfway between a scoff and a breath.
"She was ready. But the world burned her first."
We sat in silence again.
And then, softly:
"You remind of soone. From a long ti ago."
I looked up.
"Old boyfriend?"
She laughed. Dry. Sad.
"No. My husband. When he still gave a damn."
System: Affection Level Tier 1 unlocked. New Passive Perk: "Lingering Thoughts."
She will now think about you outside of interactions. Her dreams may include you.
Current Progress: 27%.
She stood up.
Grabbed her bag.
Paused.
Then looked back.
"Don’t fall in love with , kid."
I gave her a soft smile.
"I already died once. I’ve got nothing to lose."
She didn’t smile.
But she didn’t walk away right away, either.
Then... she left.
And I felt it.
Not lust. Not conquest.
Hope.
A flicker. Faint. But real.
System: Mission Update – "Make her Smile" Progress: 29%
New Sub-Quest: "Make her Laugh." Bonus reward: 5 affection points underwear color insight.
[To be continued...]
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