Chapter 8: Ep 8 - My boobs are real
The wind howled softly against the windows of Akira Kitagawa's apartment. Moonlight poured through the curtains, bathing the living room in a pale glow. Sera Rymer lounged on the couch in an oversized hoodie and nothing else, tail lazily curling around her bare legs. She eyed the boy across from her with a sly grin.
Akira was trying to focus on a textbook, but Sera had this habit of leaning over the table with just enough cleavage showing to derail all concentration. Her cat ears twitched playfully.
"You've been staring at the same equation for ten minutes, Master," she purred. "Need help... relaxing?"
"N-No! I mean—I'm good!" he stammered, cheeks on fire. "Just trying to finish this page."
"Mm. I could always cast the Spell of Soothing Touch again," she teased, running a finger along her collarbone.
"That's not a real spell!"
"It is in my world." She winked. "And it works wonders for stress."
Before Akira could respond, a sharp crack echoed outside. The light bulbs flickered. Both of them stood at once.
"Something's wrong," Sera whispered, her voice instantly serious. "I feel a Rift opening."
Suddenly, a howling shriek tore through the air. The sky beyond the window shimmered—then ripped open with a swirling vortex of violet light. From it emerged a creature like a skeletal wolf wrapped in chains, its red eyes glowing like twin curses.
Akira's heart pounded. "Is that...?!"