System: Emotional proximity scan activated.
Rika Fujimoto's heart rate elevated. Unusual serotonin levels detected.
Recommendation: Subtle charm. No horny idiot moves. Yet.
Third day in my well....brand new life.
And already, I was in too deep. Like.....Too deep
Ms. Rika Fujimoto. The burned-out literature teacher.
She wasn't just beautiful, although she was....She was broken in that delicate, careful way.
Like a cracked porcelain mug someone kept using because it still held warmth.
I found myself staring at her more than I should've during class.
Her voice—sharp, but dulled by fatigue.
Her eyes—bright once, probably. Now dimmed by too many disappointments.
Her ass and well...boobs—okay yeah, I noticed. I'm not blind. Or dead anymore.
System: Warning. Relax, You're horny again.
Also: she hasn't touched a man in 7 months, 2 weeks, 3 days. She masturbates twice a week. Same video. Lights off. Moans loud as fuck
"Jesus, bro."
System: I am not your bro. But I can show you the video.
"Do not."
And Just Then, during class, she called my name.
"Sakamoto. A word."
Oh boy.
My classmates snickered behind me. I walked up like a soldier going into a briefing.
She didn't speak right away. She just… stared at me again, Just like before.
"Didn't I tell you to stop flirting?"
I smiled. "I wasn't flirting. I was just being real."
She blinked.
"That is worse," she muttered, and handed me a small book.
The Bell Jar.
"Read it. If you're going to pretend to understand trauma, you might as well start with Sylvia Plath."
I raised a brow. "You think I'm pretending?"
She hesitated.
Then looked away.
"You're… young. You wouldn't get it."
I opened the first page.
"I've buried men who looked just like me. So maybe I do."
System: Emotional Ping +9%. Progress: 21%.
Warning: Her defenses are slipping. One more crack, and you'll see behind the curtain.
That night, the dream hit me hard.
Her.
Sweating. Breathing heavy. Straddling me.
Rika, naked under the stars, on that same rooftop. Hair wild. Hands digging into my chest.
"You think you know pain?" she whispered, hips grinding. "Make me feel something. Anything."
System: Simulation: MILF #1 fantasy dream. Biological reaction: activated.
I woke up hard, sweaty, and whispering her name.
God, I missed being young. And horny.
Next day. Lunch. Rooftop.
She was there again. Same thermos. Same distance.
I didn't say anything.
Just opened my book. The Bell Jar.
I could feel her glance.
"You actually read it?" she asked.
"Halfway. Gotta say, Plath writes like a woman ready to burn the world down."
She let out something halfway between a scoff and a breath.
"She was ready. But the world burned her first."
We sat in silence again.
And then, softly:
"You remind me of someone. From a long time ago."
I looked up.
"Old boyfriend?"
She laughed. Dry. Sad.
"No. My husband. When he still gave a damn."
System: Affection Level Tier 1 unlocked. New Passive Perk: "Lingering Thoughts."
She will now think about you outside of interactions. Her dreams may include you.
Current Progress: 27%.
She stood up.
Grabbed her bag.
Paused.
Then looked back.
"Don't fall in love with me, kid."
I gave her a soft smile.
"I already died once. I've got nothing to lose."
She didn't smile.
But she didn't walk away right away, either.
Then… she left.
And I felt it.
Not lust. Not conquest.
Hope.
A flicker. Faint. But real.
System: Mission Update – "Make her Smile" Progress: 29%
New Sub-Quest: "Make her Laugh." Bonus reward: 5 affection points + underwear color insight.
[To be continued…]