*Squish... squish...*
An unfamiliar sensation pulled Nero from his peaceful sleep.
Sothing soft pressed against his face.
Sothing warm.
Sothing that slled faintly of fresh blossoms and clean linen.
’Mm... slls good...’
His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the morning light filtering through the window.
And then he realized EXACTLY where his face was currently buried.
"..."
In between Aurelia’s breasts.
Her perfectly white, soft, plump breasts that were currently cushioning his face like the world’s most blessed pillow.
’... How did I get here?’
His sleep-addled brain tried to piece together the sequence of events.
He’d fallen asleep holding her from behind, right?
It looks like during the night, their positions had completely reversed.
Now she was the one embracing him, her arms wrapped around his head in a way that pressed his face directly into her cleavage.
The angel was still deeply asleep, her breathing slow and even.
Her silver hair spread across the pillow like spilled moonlight, her usually stoic expression softened into sothing peaceful and vulnerable.
’Not even gonna question it, this is actual paradise.’
The thought ca with complete sincerity.
Years of being a shut-in weeb, consuming countless ani and light novels about situations exactly like this.
And now he was living it.
Bro was finally living it.
His beautiful angel waifu, cuddling him so tightly that his face was buried in her chest.
No amount of fiction could have prepared him for how good reality actually felt.
"Mmn..."
Aurelia stirred slightly, her grip tightening instinctively before her golden eyes fluttered open.
For a mont, she just blinked in confusion, still half-asleep and processing her surroundings.
Then she looked down.
Saw Nero’s face still shalessly buried between her breasts.
Their eyes t.
"Yo. Good morning, Aury."
His greeting ca muffled by her chest, completely shaless despite the compromising position.
"..."
The angel blinked her eyes.
And then her face imdiately went bright red, embarrassnt flooding through her as full consciousness returned.
But...
"..."
She didn’t pull away.
Didn’t push him off.
Just stared at him with that adorable mixture of mortification and acceptance that made his heart skip.
"G-Good morning... Nero."
The way she said his na without the title, even while flustered beyond belief, made the mont even more perfect.
That’s a good sign.
’It looks like she’s getting used to our lovey-dovey monts.’
It looks like him always being near to her and being all touchy, and spending "so" steamy hot nights in between is making everything quite natural now, as his advances were now being treated quite normal.
*Smooch.*
Getting off from the divine pillows his face was currently buried, he reached for her lips and gave her a morning kiss.
And then,
"... Sorry, you were so sexy that Jr. Nero couldn’t resist being energetic in the morning... could you help out?"
Aurelia looked at his face before redirecting her golden eyes towards the angry giant threatening to break out of his underwear.
"..."
... What an energetic morning they’re having.
***
The following days settled into a comfortable routine that felt almost surreal given the apocalyptic chaos outside Luna’s dinsional sanctuary.
Mornings began with breakfast together ("energetic" mornings included), the group gathering around Luna’s spacious dining table like a found family rather than apocalypse survivors.
The villa’s kitchen saw regular use as Nero cooked als that even Luna grudgingly admitted were superior to her automated puppet’s programming...
Much to her dismay that is.
Days were spent exploring Eidralis, gathering information about the Reford Earth’s new geography and political landscape.
The six girls proved surprisingly adept at information gathering, their diverse abilities and willingness to split up allowing them to cover more ground.
Frila befriended several rchants who gossiped freely about trade routes and territorial disputes.
Carn’s psychological abilities helped her read people accurately, separating truth from rumor.
Zara’s systematic approach ant she noted everything thodically for later analysis.
Before long, they left Eidralis towards one of the 13 new reford lands, where they heard was the nearest from here on out.
Everyone uses the Alps to travel during daylight, soaring over the transford landscape that still felt alien despite weeks of exposure to it.
The strange violet sky, the impossible geography, the rged dinsions creating pockets of reality that defied conventional physics.
But when night fell, they’d return to Luna’s island for a complete rest.
The dinsional portal would open with her casual gesture, admitting them back into the peaceful sanctuary where blue skies and normal sunlight still existed.
Where the chaos outside couldn’t reach.
Where they could actually relax rather than constantly staying on guard.
Aurelia continued her training regin, practicing her already mastered Valkyria techniques in the villa’s spacious grounds.
Celis tended to the gardens, her gentle presence causing flowers to bloom more vibrantly.
The six girls explored the island’s boundaries, mapping its extent and familiarizing themselves with their new ho.
Luna remained locked in her third-floor laboratory for hours at a ti, mysterious sounds of magical experintation occasionally echoing through the villa. Even Nero had to go near it just to deliver her food most of the ti.
It was peaceful.
Almost dostic.
The kind of calm that made the outside world’s danger feel distant and manageable.
But Nero knew this couldn’t last forever.
They had goals beyond just survival.
Answers to find about the system, about Aurelia’s past, about the cosmic forces apparently afraid of his abilities.
And for those goals, he needed more than just a small group of companions.
He needed more companions.
***
One morning, after everyone had gathered in the villa’s living room following breakfast, Nero stood with obvious purpose.
His expression carried determination that imdiately drew attention.
"I’ll do a mass summoning."
He announced as casually as breathing.
"..."
The declaration dropped into the comfortable atmosphere like a stone into still water.
"... Huh?"
Luna’s response ca first, her heterochromic eyes blinking in confusion as if she’d misheard.
"I’m going to summon 30 people at once," Nero clarified, his tone matter-of-fact despite the absurdity of the statent. "R-tier summons, all at once. We need to start building infrastructure if we’re going to establish a proper base."
"..."
Stunned silence greeted the announcent once more.
Even Aurelia looked surprised, though she recovered quickly and simply nodded as she understood why he would do so.
Celis’s gentle smile widened slightly, as if she found his words normal.
The six girls exchanged shocked glances, clearly trying to process the implications.
But Luna’s reaction was the most dramatic.
"Absolutely not."
Her small form practically vibrated with indignation as she shot to her feet.
"Do you have any idea what you’re suggesting? ... 30 people? That’s a crowd. A mob. The entire point of having an isolated dinsional sanctuary is privacy. Freedom from lesser minds constantly demanding attention."
She gestured wildly at the peaceful surroundings.
"I’ve already been generous enough to let all of you live here... Sharing my private research space while tolerating interruptions to my work... But 30 more people?! That’s not a household, that’s a village. And I specifically chose isolation to avoid exactly that kind of chaos."
"That’s why we’re building a city."
Nero’s calm response only seed to confuse her more.
"Or a village first, then a town, then eventually a city. Proper infrastructure away from your villa so you can maintain your privacy."
"... Huh?!"
Luna’s brain visibly short-circuited.
Her mouth opened and closed several tis without producing sound, like a fish gasping for air.
"Why... how... what kind of inverted logic...?"
She finally managed words, though they ca out stamred and confused.
Is this guy’s brain broken? Or does he not even have one?
"I said I want solitude! Privacy! And your solution is to build a city?! On my private property?! Where exactly do you–"
"Are you sure you want to miss this opportunity?"
The question cut through her rant midway.
"...?"
Luna’s ear twitched, her analytical mind imdiately catching the implication behind his words.
Nero’s grin widened, knowing he had her attention now.
"With doing the summons right in front of you, you can finally see the process of the thing you’re curious about. The soul binding chanism you’ve been obsessing over. The dinsional displacent. The energy conversion ratios. All of it, happening in real-ti where you can observe and analyze every detail."
"..."
Internal conflict played across Luna’s delicate features like a theatrical performance.
Her eyes twitched, clearly torn between the choices.
Desire for solitude battling against the prospect of witnessing revolutionary magical theory in action.
Her jaw clenched.
Her hands gripped her staff so tightly her knuckles went white.
One of her eyes began glowing faintly as she unconsciously activated magic.
"Y-You..." she finally managed through gritted teeth. "You really know how to trigger people with your words."
The accusation carried no real heat, just frustrated acknowledgnt that he’d found her weakness and exploited it perfectly.
She let out a long, defeated sigh that seed to deflate her entire body.
"Fine. I agree. But only because the research value is too significant to pass up. Not because I’m giving in to your ridiculous city-building sche."
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