So incredibly delicious..."
While Shizuku took her time soaking in the luxurious bath, Suzuki had quickly prepared dinner. He didn't cook anything overly complicated. Using his [Online Shopping] skill, he had purchased premium frozen pork, instant seasonings, and fresh produce.
The menu was simple but heavily nostalgic: twice-cooked ginger pork, steaming white rice, a crisp side salad, sliced fruit, and ice-cold mineral water.
In this dark, medieval era, drinking perfectly purified, crystal-clear mineral water from a plastic bottle was the absolute ultimate flex of wealth.
"...Your skills are basically a cheat code," Shizuku murmured, staring at her boyfriend in complete, exhausted awe as she chewed a piece of tender pork.
"Here." Suzuki simply smiled, smoothly peeling a sweet Valencia orange and offering her a slice.
"Thanks."
Shizuku took the orange, leaning back and stretching her legs out on the ridiculously soft, thick carpet of his penthouse living room. A modern comedy show played quietly on the flat-screen TV. Her tender, pale toes curled comfortably into the rug. After days of stress and a grueling, sweaty training session, taking a hot bath with premium, aromatic shampoos had left her feeling like she was floating.
Her skin was moist, flushed with a beautiful, rosy pink hue. She looked incredibly stunning, entirely stripped of her fierce "Iron Lady" persona. Suzuki had even bought her a brand-new, oversized, incredibly soft pair of silk pajamas and a squishy plush doll to hug. The thin, clinging fabric of the pajamas hung loosely off her shoulder, giving him a deeply alluring, teasing glimpse of her soft collarbone.
Still, as cute as the doll was, she heavily preferred hugging her boyfriend.
"Wait a second! I am not letting you go until you explain yourself!"
Shizuku, having finished her orange, suddenly sat up, realizing she had completely forgotten to interrogate him about his mysterious powers.
"Explain what?" Suzuki asked smoothly.
"Your Job! Can we actually control what class the world gives us? I thought the system assigned Jobs based on our deep personalities and talents. Isn't that why I was given the Swordmaster class?"
"Most likely, yes."
"But I'm so jealous of your Job!" Shizuku pouted, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the high-end luxury surrounding them.
"Shizuku," Suzuki chuckled, gently tapping her forehead. "Even if you had been given the Merchant class, it doesn't just magically print money. It's not a cheat button. It's like being the treasurer of the student council, but a million times worse. You have to manage supply chains, calculate overhead costs, and negotiate with scam artists. It's pure, exhausting math and paperwork. You should just stick to your sword. Let me handle the boring corporate headaches."
"I hate you!"
Shizuku lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and playfully biting down on his shoulder.
"Hey, stop biting me!"
Suzuki tried to pull her off, but his body immediately reacted to the intense, physical contact. The damp, sweet scent of her shampoo, the soft heat of her mouth, and the feeling of her delicate teeth grazing his collarbone sent a sudden, electric jolt straight to his lower stomach.
"It's your punishment for keeping all these amazing secrets to yourself!" she mumbled against his shirt.
"But I'm sharing it all with you, aren't I?" Suzuki sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist to steady her. "And honestly, making money in a world like this is dangerous work."
"Well... that is true."
Shizuku relented, shifting her weight until she was sitting comfortably across his lap. She knew from her own family's famous sword dojo back home that managing finances wasn't easy. They constantly had to rely on student tuition and corporate sponsors. As Suzuki said, if she were forced to be the Merchant, she'd probably go bankrupt. It was much better for her to stick to her blade so she could protect him.
"You don't ever need to protect me," Suzuki said softly, reading her mind. "If things ever go completely wrong, I can just step inside this penthouse. Absolutely no one can attack me when I'm in here."
His [Subspace Penthouse] was the ultimate, impenetrable defense mechanism. He was the only person who could grant entry, and because it existed in a pocket dimension, the door could theoretically be opened anywhere—much like the famous "Anywhere Door" from a certain classic anime.
"Then... can you use that door to take us back to Japan?" Shizuku asked, her eyes widening with sudden hope.
"...Unfortunately, no." Suzuki sighed, gently stroking her long, damp hair. "It only connects to locations within this world."
"I see..."
Shizuku's shoulders slumped in disappointment, but she quickly snuggled deeper into his chest. She knew she was incredibly lucky just to be here with him.
But what about the others?
"By the way..." Shizuku mumbled.
"Hmm?"
"C-Can Kaori come inside here, too?"
If it was at all possible, Shizuku desperately wanted her best friend to experience this sanctuary.
"...I don't mind," Suzuki replied thoughtfully. He knew Shizuku and Kaori were virtually inseparable.
"Really?"
"But," Suzuki warned, his tone turning serious, "if she comes in here, she is absolutely going to want to take a bath. And you know how Kaori is. She is entirely too empathetic. What happens if she feels guilty and tells the rest of the class that I'm hoarding a luxury spa?"
Suzuki wasn't a saint. "I am selfish, Shizuku. I only truly care about the people closest to me, and right now, that is solely you. But... I do trust her, and I know how much she means to you. If you genuinely believe she can keep my skills an absolute secret, I will allow her inside."
Shizuku stared at him for a long moment, her dark eyes suddenly narrowing into a highly suspicious, incredibly territorial glare. "Are you going to peek at her?"
"...Out of all the highly dangerous, logistical security risks I just mentioned, that is the thing you choose to worry about?"
"But you literally just said she would be taking a bath in your place!"
"Of course she will!" Suzuki defended himself. "You saw the castle washrooms. They hand you a cold bucket of water and a dirty rag! Meanwhile, my bathroom has a massive, deep-soaking Ofuro tub made of solid Japanese Cypress. The water is magically heated to a perfect 40°C and infused with imported bath salts that instantly cure muscle fatigue. Do you honestly think anyone could resist getting in there?"
"..." Shizuku puffed out her cheeks. "Will you peek at her?"
"....."
Suzuki let out a heavy sigh. His hands slowly slid down from her waist, coming to rest firmly on the soft, plush curve of her hips. Despite all her brutal, calloused sword training, her body was incredibly soft, feminine, and undeniably perfect in his arms.
"I have you," Suzuki whispered, his voice dropping into a dark, incredibly husky register that sent a violent shiver down her spine. "Why on earth would I ever need to look at anyone else?"
"Pervert~!"
Shizuku's entire face flushed a brilliant, burning red. She could clearly feel the undeniable, heavy physical evidence of his rising desire pressing firmly against her thighs. Yet, instead of pulling away, she subconsciously shifted her hips, pressing herself just a fraction closer to the heat.
"I apologize," Suzuki murmured, his grip tightening slightly on her waist. He genuinely respected Shizuku, and part of him felt guilty for losing control of his physical reactions so easily around her.
"You've shown me this exact reaction a lot of times, you know," Shizuku teased, her voice breathy.
"That is exactly why I'm apologizing."
Back in Japan, they had silently agreed to wait until they were officially university students before taking their relationship to the ultimate physical level. It was the responsible thing to do. But now?
They had been ripped from their reality. University was a burned-down dream. They were trapped in a brutal, terrifying world where they could die tomorrow. The rules of modern society no longer applied to them.
Suzuki was prepared to suppress his desires again, but all of a sudden, the breath was stolen from his lungs.
Shizuku surged upward, crashing her lips fiercely against his.
She clung to his shoulders, her tongue parting his lips and diving deep into his mouth, entirely driven by a sudden, overwhelming, and deeply naughty desire. If any of their classmates could see her now, they would be absolutely paralyzed with shock. No one would ever believe the stoic, fierce, untouchable Swordmaster was capable of being this aggressive, this needy, and this incredibly lewd.
But this deeply vulnerable, passionate side of her belonged exclusively to him, and he was completely addicted to it.
The kiss deepened, turning desperate and wet. Their hands began to wander, pulling each other closer as the temperature in the room seemingly skyrocketed. The friction of her silk pajamas sliding against his clothes was maddening. Suzuki usually possessed the iron willpower to stop them before they crossed the final line, and Shizuku usually helped him pump the brakes.
But this time... in this isolated, luxurious sanctuary at the edge of a dangerous world...
"Do you want to?"
Before Suzuki even realized what was happening, Shizuku had smoothly pushed him back until they were both tangled in the massive, pristine bedsheets. Her hair tie had completely fallen out, and her long, beautiful black hair cascaded over the pillows, framing her flushed, deeply erotic expression as she looked down at him.
Suzuki's throat went completely dry. All logic and corporate pragmatism entirely evaporated from his mind.
He slowly reached up, his fingers threading through her silky hair, and nodded. "I love you, Shizuku."
"I love you too, Suzuki-kun..."
It wasn't rushed. He took his time, worshipping the girl who had given him her absolute trust. As her heavy armor and stoic facade finally fell completely away, leaving her bare and entirely vulnerable in his arms, the deep, overwhelming warmth of their connection enveloped them both.
She clung to him fiercely, her nails digging into his back as he pressed forward. Unlike a normal, fragile girl, Shizuku's athletic stamina allowed her to match his intense pace. The quiet penthouse was soon filled with the sweet, breathless sounds of her absolute ecstasy, as she completely surrendered herself to her very first, deeply intoxicating night of lovemaking with the man she adored.
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It will be subtle, okay?
I won't be using a clear description, since well... it's safer for my writing, too.