The sun had already risen as Sho was getting dressed. Today, he needed to visit Aunt Cass, their neighbor, who had invited him over for breakfast the previous day.
"Why am I being so nervous, as if I'm going on a date? It's just breakfast… I wasn't even this nervous when I was in the dungeon," Sho muttered to himself, half-boasting, half-complaining, trying to convince himself it was completely normal.
Five minutes later, he stood in front of Aunt Cass's house. For reasons he couldn't explain, his nerves still hadn't settled. Taking a deep breath, he pressed the doorbell.
Ding-dong!
The lock clicked, and the door swung open. Standing there was Aunt Cass or Cass hamada likely in her mid-thirties and is half-japanese.
She wore a plain, light-colored black t-shirt that fit snugly, hinting at her curves without being flashy. A simple café apron was tied neatly around her waist, and her neckline dipped just enough to add a soft, casual femininity. Paired with blue jeans and comfy slippers, she looked every bit the approachable guardian—practical, warm, and naturally charming.
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"Come in, Sho," Aunt Cass greeted him warmly with a smile, stepping aside to let him in.
The inside of the house felt just as inviting—fresh, bright, and full of life, almost like walking into a garden. Small houseplants and flowers decorated the corners, and the spacious kitchen stood out, clearly belonging to someone who loved cooking.
"Sit down for a moment. I still haven't finished the dessert, but you can start with the breakfast," Aunt Cass said as she placed out soup and salad, reaching for the rice.
Sho quickly raised his hand. "I can wait, Aunt Cass. Let's eat together." His tone was polite, firm—it didn't feel right to eat alone.
"There's no need to be shy, Sho," Aunt Cass insisted gently.
But he stayed reluctant. In the end, she gave up with a light chuckle and returned to the kitchen to knead the dough for the cake. "Then at least come here and watch the process," she said, inviting Sho to join her.
In the kitchen, Aunt Cass was whisking the batter, her movements easy and practiced.
"Sho, you should pick up a little cooking too," she said with a playful smile. "It might even help you impress a girl at your new school."
Sho gave an awkward smile, scratching his cheek. "Y-yeah, Aunt Cass… I'll try."
"Not just try—you have to learn," she laughed lightly, sliding another bowl toward him. "Here, why don't you whisk this one? Consider it your first lesson."
She watched him hesitate, then step closer. Cass wasn't really after a perfect cake—what she wanted was for Sho to open up. She had known him since he was little, seen him go through phases of shutting himself inside his room, hardly speaking to anyone and being lonely. It used to hurt her, seeing him that way—so quiet, so withdrawn—because she knew there was so much more to him if he'd only let others in. Recently, she had noticed small changes: the way he smiled a little more, the way he listened when someone spoke—for example, when she invited him over to her house, he actually came, whereas before he would always decline.
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Cass didn't want that progress to fade. She wanted him to laugh with others, join their conversations, discover hobbies that would make him proud of himself. Life, she believed, was meant to be lived openly—with a bit of mess, a bit of fun, and people to share it with. In learning something as simple as whisking batter, Sho wasn't just cooking—he was learning how to step out of his shell and taste something sweeter: the joy of simply belonging.
But what Cass didn't know was that Sho was no longer the same boy she remembered. After all another soul has taken his place.
Sho tried whisking the batter, but it was clumsy. He had never baked a cake before—not in this life, and not even in his previous one. Back then, he lived off takeout and instant noodles—the only thing he really knew how to make.
"A little softer, Sho. Don't put too much force or you'll snap the whisk," Aunt Cass leaned closer, sliding her hand gently over his. Her soft, pale-pink fingers wrapped around his rougher, rigid grip, her palm barely covering half of his large hand.
Sho's breath caught. His hands, pressed between hers, felt suddenly trapped and unsteady. Cass's closeness made him tense, and when she guided his hand in small motions, her boobs rubbed against his upper arm(Biceps)—an accidental brush that made him stiffen even more. His heartbeat quickened, not because of the whisk, but because he didn't know what to do with the warmth pressing into him basically his arm was being rubbed by her cleavage.
Aunt Cass stepped back slightly, noticing the faint red on Sho's cheeks. She gave a small smile—she knew she had leaned a little too close.
"Sho, how are you going to make female friends if you get this shy?" she teased.
"I–I'm not shy!" Sho shot back quickly, though his face was still glowing red.
Cass sighed, shaking her head as she poured the whisked batter into the oven. Taking off her apron, she tugged gently at Sho's hand, leading him out of the kitchen and into the hall.
"Listen, Sho," she said firmly, "if you want to stop being so nervous around girls, you need practice. Just pretend like I'm your girlfriend."
Sho's eyes widened. "What… what are you saying, Aunt?" He stepped back, baffled.
But before he could move away, Cass grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him closer, her expression half serious, half playful. "It's just an act. Think of me as your girlfriend—just for practice. Hold my hand ..come on ....It's only a hand," she scolded lightly, though her eyes stayed locked on his.
♪ soft music ♪
Sho followed her instructions reluctantly, his hand locking with hers. Cass smiled faintly, then took his other hand and guided it onto her waist.
"Like this," she said softly, making him move with her rhythm. Step by step, she led him into the motions of a dance, their bodies swaying in sync. To Sho, it felt strange—too close, too intimate—but Cass kept her expression calm, almost professional, as if she were really teaching him.
"You're doing well, Sho," she encouraged, her eyes fixed slightly above his, not letting him shy away. "So next time you get a chance to dance with a girl at some occasion at your new school, don't back down. Go with confidence."
They moved slowly through the hall, their steps echoing faintly on the floor. After a few turns, the two of them reached the end of the space, stopping near the wall. Cass's lips curved in a faint smirk.
"Now… pin me against the wall," she instructed.
Sho froze, sweat breaking out on his forehead. "W-What…?"
"Just do what I say." Her gaze sharpened, firm enough to leave him no choice.
Hesitantly, Sho pressed her back against the wall, his hands trembling slightly. Cass didn't resist—instead, she lifted her chin, her voice steady, almost lecturing like some teacher.
"Here's the final lesson. Some girls may find shy boys cute, but being shy all the time won't get you anywhere. You have to know how to make your partner feel wanted, how to create that… spark."
Sho swallowed hard, confused. Normally, Cass would have given such advice in a casual tone while sitting—but here she was, saying it with her face only inches down from his. He couldn't tell if this was just a lesson or something else entirely.
But for Cass, it was more about teaching, teasing, and making him comfortable around opposite gender.
Just then, a familiar glowing screen popped up in front of his vision.
> Mission Assigned
The host is being seduced by a woman. Will he make a move?
Reward: 10 Gacha Tickets
Failure Reward: Why are you gay?( Title) passive ability : Can cause erectile dysfunction
Sho blinked in shock. 'What the hell…?'
The system screen popped up right in front of his eyes. The reward was ridiculously high—ten gacha tickets. From experience, Sho knew that whenever the system gave such rewards, it usually meant the task was something he had never done before. For example, his very first mission—running back home—had rewarded him with three tickets, and later same mission only gave him 1 or 2, similarly when he went to the gym and lifted weights for the first time, the system had granted ten tickets. But whenever a similar task appeared again, the rewards were noticeably lower.
Before he could think further, the screen flickered out of existence, leaving him alone with Cass. His eyes drifted back to her face… and then to her lips.
Soft, pink, glistening—they moved as she continued talking, but he no longer heard her words. His heart pounded, his body frozen in place. The way her lips parted and closed, just a few inches down from his own lips, left him utterly mesmerized.
Sho finally broke. He couldn't hold back anymore. He grabbed her and crushed his mouth against hers, kissing her hard. It was messy, all teeth and pressure, like he was trying to drink her in.
Aunt Cass froze for a second, totally shocked. Then her hands came up, shoving at his chest pushing in a futile attempt to create space.
"Mmmff! Shoo~~..st...op!"
But his strength was absolute, and hers was already leaching away, drained by the shocking intimacy of the act. He wasn't just kissing her; he was consuming her. His mouth moved over hers with a hungry rhythm, sucking gently on her lower lip, then her upper, as if drawing the very essence from her. A silvery trail of drool escaped from the corner of her lips, glistening on her chin.
When his tongue sought entry, a fresh wave of weakness crashed over her. The pushing at his chest became a trembling press, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt instead of pushing it away. Her protests were reduced to muffled, breathy whimpers against his mouth.
"Shoooo..mmfff...wait,"
He just groaned, a deep "mmmhmmm..~mhhummm~" sound that vibrated right through her. Her pushing got weaker. The fight just drained out of her and she kinda went limp, letting him kiss her.
One of his hands slid from her neck, down the curve of her spine, and settled firmly on the swell of her bust. With a slight, effortless lift, he brought her body flush against his. The sudden, full contact was the final surrender. The fight bled out of her, replaced by a terrifying, thrilling warmth that pooled low in her stomach. A small, broken moan escaped her as she went weak in his arms.
The desperate sucking softened into deep kisses.His hands again started to move. One slid up from her bust and then groped her breast over her t-shirt, lifting her slightly against him. She gasped into his mouth. Her own hand, which had been trying to push him away, just ended up clutching his shirt, holding on tight. She stopped trying to talk. Stopped trying to fight. She just gave in.
The only sounds left were the soft, wet melody of their kiss and the ragged harmony of their shared breath.
This continued for nearly five minutes before they finally parted. Aunt Cass, who had been pinned against the wall and lifted slightly off the floor, slowly slid down as their lips separated—leaving a thin silver strand of saliva between them. She was breathless, her chest rising and falling as if she couldn't catch enough air, her heart pounding wildly because of Sho, who had been sucking her mouth without any restraint.
Almost immediately, the system screen flickered into view before sho eyes:
[ Mission Completed ]
Reward: 10 Gacha Tickets
"Ouch!" Sho yelped as his ear was suddenly pulled hard.
"You naughty boy," Aunt Cass scolded, her voice sharp but tinged with fluster. "Just because I agreed to pretend to be your girlfriend, you thought you could kiss me like that?"
"I'm sorry, Aunt… I don't even know what came over me," Sho muttered.
Cass let out a long sigh, her grip softening. 'Maybe this is partly my fault too… I shouldn't have teased him so much. After all, he's still young and overflowing with hormones.'
She finally released his ear, her expression trying to stay stern, though a faint warmth lingered in
her eyes. Outwardly she acted liitle upset, but deep inside, she couldn't deny she had felt something she didn't want to admit.
"Let's just eat breakfast," she said, brushing past him. "And from now on, kiss girls your own age, not someone old like me."
"You're not old," Sho answered earnestly.
Cass gave a small, reluctant smile before quickly hiding it. "Thanks for the compliment… but this will never happen again. And if you try, I'll give you good a beating."
A dangerous aura radiated from her words, sending a chill down Sho's spine.
After some time, both of them had breakfast in complete silence—neither speaking a word. Once they finished, it was time for Sho to leave. Aunt Cass walked with him to the door to see him off.
Before stepping out, Sho lowered his head slightly. "Aunt Cass… I'm really sorry for what I did," he said, knowing he had somewhat forced her.
With a small smile, Aunt Cass flicked his forehead gently with her finger. "Don't think too much, Sho. It wasn't your fault. But—when you find a girlfriend, you'll tell me first." With that, she bid him farewell and closed the door behind him.
As Sho walked away, thoughts swirling in his head, he couldn't understand why she was so insistent on him getting a girlfriend. Still, despite the confusion, he felt a flicker of happiness. After all, that was his very first kiss.
Hehehe…
Meanwhile, Aunt Cass returned to the kitchen to clean the plates and bowls, but her mind kept replaying the intimate moment she had just shared with Sho. "Could Sho… have feelings for me?" she muttered under her breath.
"No… that's impossible. He can't be attracted to an old lady like me. I'm overthinking."
Shaking her head, she brushed away the lingering thoughts and forced herself back into her usual routine, pretending nothing had happened.