Chapter 6: Ep 6 - Rift
The morning after Sera Rymer literally crashed into Akira Kitagawa's dull, peaceful life was anything but peaceful.
He sat in his small kitchen, still groggy, sipping instant coffee. Across from him, Sera—flame-haired, golden-eyed, and completely unconcerned about modesty—wore one of his oversized white shirts that barely covered her thighs. Her cat-like ears twitched lazily as she licked strawberry jam off her finger, topless beneath the shirt, her cleavage peeking dangerously every time she leaned over the table.
"So this is a 'toaster'?" she asked, poking the old appliance curiously. "Looks like a mana trap."
"It... just heats bread," Akira mumbled, trying very hard to look at her face and not the long stretch of smooth, exposed legs.
"Your world is weird." She stretched like a lazy cat, her tail flicking. "But comfy."
He coughed and looked away. "You need to wear... uh... pants. Or something."
She leaned forward, her expression sultry. "Why? Is Master distracted?"
His ears burned red. Since forming the pact the night before—through a bizarre ritual involving her finger, a magical crest, and her boobs pressed against his chest—his life had turned into a perverted fantasy game. And it didn't help that she kept teasing him like some succubus from a dating sim.
Still, even if she acted playful, there was something behind her eyes. A quiet tension. Sera was more than a flirty catgirl mage. She was trained, powerful, and on edge.
That night, it all made sense.
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