By the time one week had passed, my house didn't look like my house anymore.
It looked like… a home. Married life simulator, Val edition.
Everything was neat, organized, and stocked like some Pinterest family board. The fridge was full, the kitchen had actual food, my living room looked like a place where humans lived and not just a half-feral college guy.
Downside? I was very horny. Like, criminally.
And I was almost certain it was her fault.
She had this habit—no, strategy—of walking around in my clothes. My hoodie, my t-shirt, sometimes just the shirt with her legs bare and the universe tempting me to sin. And I couldn't prove it, but I knew she was doing it on purpose. Because she's Celestia.
And now?
Now she was curled up on my couch, watching some movie I wasn't even following, while I sat next to her pretending my brain was still functional. Spoiler: it wasn't.
