Chapter 2: Ep 2 - She wear nothing but towel?
The worst part wasn't that a magical girl had fallen from the sky.
It was that now she was living in his house.
And that she had no concept of clothes.
Akira stood frozen in the hallway, holding a fresh towel like a holy relic, while Sera Rymer casually strutted past him wearing absolutely nothing but the bath steam clinging to her curvy figure.
"Hey, do you have soap that doesn't smell like sadness?" she called from the bathroom doorway. "Also, how do humans survive with this little hot water? My mana pool used to be deeper than your tub."
"Could you please just—cover—something!?" Akira begged, shielding his eyes with one hand while offering the towel like a peace treaty.
"Eh?" Sera tilted her head, her large, dripping chest jiggling ever-so-mockingly. "You're my Master. Don't you want to inspect your property?"
"I want to die," Akira muttered.
Still, she took the towel—after spinning once dramatically—and wrapped it around herself in the most barely legal way possible.
Sera was chaos incarnate. She had only been here for one night, and already his house smelled like incense and broken rules. She ate instant ramen with chopsticks made of conjured fire. She accidentally blew up the microwave trying to "bless the box beast." And now she walked around like it was a clothing-optional resort.
And that was before Kurumi Ogino got involved.