Some wonderful months passed. It wasn’t a sudden change, but a steady, almost imperceptible flow at first that eventually transformed everything. The routine still existed—waking up early, opening Aoki-ya, frying tonkatsu, smiling at the regurs, wiping the counter at the end of the day—but now it had color, warmth, and a sweet scent of ptinum blonde that permeated the entire house.

  Work continued, but it was no longer a lonely burden. Elinalise was there every day: behind the counter with that short apron tied around her slim waist, serving dishes with a smile that made customers come back two, three times a week. Business increased so much that I had to hire a part-time kitchen helper just to keep up. But the best part wasn’t the extra money in the register. It was the way she looked at me when no one was watching: a hungry, affectionate, possessive gaze. As if I were the only man in the world.

  And the sex… ah, the sex was constant, insatiable, varied. Lazy mornings on the futon with her waking me up with her hot mouth enveloping my cock, quick afternoons in the restaurant storage (her bent over against the shelves, skirt hiked up, moaning low so no one would hear), long nights in the bedroom where we lost count of how many times we came. She loved to experiment: slow, deep anal with plenty of her own natural lube, wet blowjobs that ended in hot facials across her perfect face, kitchen sex with her sitting on the counter while I fucked her slowly. Always consensual, always with filthy dirty talk whispered in my ear:

  “Fuck me harder, Kaito… I want to feel you marking me inside…”

  “Cum in my little mouth again, love… I love swallowing everything you give me…”

  But it wasn’t just sex. She changed my life in ways I didn’t even know I needed.

  She got me out of the house more. Before, I barely left except for midnight konbini runs. Now there were romantic dinners at small Tsuruoka restaurants—she choosing dishes I’d never try alone, ughing when I burned my tongue on wasabi, her hand on my thigh under the table, fingers tracing circles that promised more ter.

  Tiring hikes in the hills near Haguro-san, sometimes in the afternoon with the sun beating down, sometimes at night under moonlight. We walked hand in hand, talking nonsense about anime or the future of Aoki-ya. It always ended the same: her pulling me behind a tree, kissing urgently, skirt hiked up, legs wrapped around my waist while I fucked her against the rough bark, moonlight illuminating the blonde curls pstered to the sweat on her skin. We came together, panting, ughing quietly afterward, like teenagers sneaking out.

  Beach days on the Yamagata coast—she in a simple but devastating bikini, curvy body glistening with sunscreen, lying on the sand beside me and whispering:

  “When we get home… I want you to fuck me on the balcony, with the sea in the background… no one watching.”

  Even simple neighborhood walks became special. We strolled hand in hand at night, stopping at the konbini for ice cream, her licking hers slowly just to tease me, red eyes gleaming mischievously.

  I feel like the happiest man in the world right now. It’s not an exaggeration. I wake up every day with her pressed against me, leg thrown over mine, calm breathing on my neck. I close the restaurant at night knowing that as soon as the door locks, she’ll pull me up the stairs with a naughty smile and say:

  “Today was good… but now it’s our turn, love. Take me to the futon and make me cum until I forget my own name.”

  And I do. Because she’s mine. Because I’m hers. And because, for the first time in my life, loneliness feels like something that happened to another person in another existence.

  With the months that passed came an intimacy that went far beyond the body. Elinalise wasn’t just my partner in sex and the restaurant—she wanted to understand my entire world. I taught her about everything that shaped me: anime, light novels, games, manga stacked to the ceiling in the living room. We started slow: cssic slice-of-life episodes so she could get used to the Japanese rhythm, then more intense stuff. We spent hours on the couch or in bed, screen lighting our faces, her lying in my p with her head on my chest, fingers zily tracing my arm.

  She loved it. Cheered loudly for the protagonists, yelled “go, you idiot!” when someone screwed up, ughed until she cried at the funny scenes, cried genuinely at the emotional goodbyes, curled up scared during the horror parts. It was as if every episode was a brand-new experience for her—someone who came from a medieval fantasy world, now fascinated by ordinary boys, vampire girls, and teenage dramas.

  And she took an interest in certain characters. She didn’t say it outright, but I noticed. The lingering looks, the subtle little smile when a waifu appeared on screen, the way she bit her lower lip without realizing.

  One night we were watching Yofukashi no Uta (Call of the Night). She always perked up when Nazuna Nanakusa appeared on screen—the petite, teasing vampire with short purple hair and red eyes full of mischief. Nazuna jumped into Kou’s p, bit his neck, said dirty things in that zy, seductive voice. Elinalise shifted restlessly on the couch, thighs pressing together slightly.

  In one episode, when Nazuna appeared lying in bed with Kou, smirking sideways, Elinalise murmured softly, voice husky and a little sensual:

  “I like her.”

  I gnced sideways. Her gaze was fixed on the screen, but there was a different gleam—hunger, curiosity, desire. Knowing Elinalise as I did, it wasn’t just aesthetic admiration. It was the same look she gave me when she wanted to devour me whole.

  We finished the anime that week. On the night of the final episode, after wild, exhausting sex—she on all fours on the futon, me pounding hard into her pussy while pulling her ptinum-blonde hair, then flipping her to thrust deep into her tight ass until I came hard, filling her with hot cum while she screamed my name—I fell into a heavy sleep, sweaty and sated body pressed against hers.

  I dreamed.

  I dreamed I was Kou Yamori. The night was cool, empty Tokyo street, and Nazuna was there—small, teasing, loose t-shirt slipping off one shoulder, short shorts hugging her thin thighs. She pulled me to the top of a building, wind blowing through her short purple hair. She smiled, fangs showing.

  “Want to become a vampire, Kou? Or do you just want me to suck you until you forget your name?”

  In the dream, she pushed me against the cold wall, slid down slowly, hot mouth enveloping my cock, tongue swirling around the head while looking up with those mischievous red eyes. Then she mounted me, tight wet pussy swallowing everything, grinding slowly, moaning low in my ear:

  “Cum inside me… fill me… I want to feel you pulsing…”

  It was too good a dream. Too real.

  I woke with my heart racing, cock still hard and throbbing under the sheet, body hot. Elinalise slept beside me, calm breathing, arm thrown across my chest.

  But we weren’t alone.

  In my gaming chair, lit only by the faint glow of the monitor I’d forgotten to turn off, she was there.

  Nazuna Nanakusa.

  Sitting with legs crossed, arms folded over her small chest, loose t-shirt slipping off one shoulder, short shorts riding up her pale thighs. Short purple hair deliberately messy, red eyes gleaming in the dim light, fangs peeking in a teasing, zy smile. She looked down at us, as if she’d been waiting for the right moment to appear.

  “Good morning, Kou… or rather… Kaito,” she said, voice low, husky, full of pyful malice. “Sleep well? Because I’ve been here for a while… waiting for you to wake up.”

  Elinalise stirred beside me, waking slowly. She opened her eyes, saw Nazuna, and… smiled. A wide, naughty smile, no surprise at all.

  “You finally arrived,” Elinalise murmured, stretching naked against me. “I knew you’d like her, love. And she… well… seems she likes you too.”

  Nazuna tilted her head, slowly licking her lower lip, eyes fixed on me.

  “So… want to continue the dream? Or prefer the real version?”

  My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would burst.

  This time the shock was much smaller. Elinalise’s first manifestation had been an earthquake in my reality; Nazuna appearing in the gaming chair already felt almost… expected. The stone’s power was becoming part of my life, like an app I didn’t remember installing but that kept updating itself.

  I sat up slowly on the futon, sheet falling to my waist, and looked at her. Nazuna Nanakusa—real, petite, teasing—remained seated in my gaming chair with legs crossed, arms folded over her chest, loose t-shirt slipping off one thin shoulder, short shorts riding up her pale thighs. Short purple hair messy, red eyes shining with that mix of feigned boredom and genuine mischief. She tilted her head slightly, waiting for my reaction.

  “Good morning, Nazuna. You’re really beautiful,” I said, voice calm, almost casual, as if greeting a friend who’d crashed on the couch.

  She smiled slowly, fangs showing just a little—a detail that already felt less “vampire” and more “cute character trait.”

  “Thanks, Kou… I mean, Kaito. You’re not bad yourself,” she replied, voice zy and husky, as if she’d just woken from a hundred-year nap.

  Elinalise stretched beside me, naked and shameless, propping herself on her elbow to get a better look at the newcomer. Her ptinum-blonde curls fell over her shoulders, and she smiled wide, genuine, no jealousy at all—just naughty excitement.

  “Welcome, Nazuna-chan,” Elinalise said, extending her hand as if greeting an old acquaintance. “I already knew you’d show up. Kaito has a weakness for teasing little vampires.”

  Nazuna ughed softly, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward in the chair.

  “How’s it feel to be here? In a new world?” I asked, curious.

  She shrugged, but her eyes really sparkled this time.

  “It’s… good. Really good. Finally being real, feeling the air, the warmth of your skin, the smell of old coffee and frying oil coming from downstairs…” She inhaled deeply, as if tasting the air. “I was trapped on a screen for so long. Now I exist. And I’m grateful to you for materializing me. If you want, I’ll repay you eternally. Night after night. Or day after day. However you prefer.”

  Elinalise ughed, leaning over to kiss my shoulder.

  “She’s perfect for you, love. I already like her.”

  I smiled, still processing.

  “I hope you don’t still have a thirst for blood and come turn me into a vampire,” I joked, half serious.

  Nazuna shook her head, ughing.

  “I’m not a vampire anymore. At least not like that. My body adjusted to your world—no sharp fangs, no sun allergy, no need for blood to survive. I’m human… more or less. But I still have the teasing way. And the hunger… well, that stays. It’s just for something else now.”

  She blinked slowly, gaze sliding down my naked body under the sheet.

  “I want to see a bit of this new world,” she said, hopping off the chair with feline lightness. “Show me?”

  Elinalise got up naked, unhurried, and went to the closet to grab clothes.

  “Let’s go out, the three of us. No restaurant today. Let’s show Tsuruoka to our new girl.”

  We decided on the spot: no opening Aoki-ya. For the second time in a few months, the doors would stay closed—and I felt zero guilt.

  First, I showed her the house. The messy bedroom with stacks of manga and figures, the gaming PC where we watched everything, the tiny kitchen where Elinalise had already cimed territory with spice jars she insisted on using. Nazuna touched everything with zy curiosity: running her fingers over light novel covers, smelling the pillow where I slept, sitting back in the gaming chair and spinning slowly.

  Then we went out. We walked through the quiet streets of Tsuruoka—rice fields in the background, the sacred Dewa Sanzan mountains looming distant, the fresh summer air carrying the scent of damp earth. We took Nazuna to the local sights: Chido-ji temple with its zen gardens, the red bridge over the river, a traditional sweets shop where we bought warabimochi and she tried it for the first time, making an adorable face before devouring it all.

  We had lunch at a small izakaya near the station—she tried yakitori, cold beer (which she loved), and ughed loudly when Elinalise told exaggerated stories about our nighttime hikes. Nazuna leaned forward, eyes shining, asking innocent questions mixed with teasing:

  “So you guys fuck under the moonlight? How romantic… or naughty?”

  Elinalise winked.

  “Both. Want to try?”

  Nazuna just smiled sideways.

  We walked more: empty beach in the te afternoon, feet in the cold sand, waves of the Sea of Japan rolling slowly. Nazuna took off her shoes, let the water wet her feet, ughed when a bigger wave reached her ankles. Elinalise took photos with the phone (me teaching her how to use it), and Nazuna posed with that signature sexy ziness, wind messing up her short purple hair.

  We got home as the sun set—orange and pink staining the sky behind the mountains. We came in exhausted, happy, sweaty from the day’s heat. Nazuna threw herself on the couch, legs stretched out.

  “This world is pretty cool,” she murmured, staring at the ceiling. “I think I’ll stay.”

  Elinalise sat beside her, hand on Nazuna’s thin knee.

  “Great. Because we still have the whole night to show you the best of Tsuruoka… right here inside the house.”

  I closed the door, locked the tch, and felt the air shift—from calm to thick with anticipation.