Yuki woke up in Mizuki's bed, disoriented and aching. Sunlight streamed through pink curtains, making everything look soft and safe. For a moment, he didn't remember where he was or why his throat hurt.
Then it all came crashing back.
Hayato. The apartment. The shame.
"You're awake." Mizuki's voice was gentle. She sat beside him on the bed, already dressed, holding a tray with breakfast. "I made you soup. Your throat must still hurt."
Yuki's hand went to his neck instinctively. It did hurt—raw and tender, a constant reminder of last night.
"Here." Mizuki helped him sit up, propping pillows behind him. "Drink this. It'll help."
The soup was warm and bland, easy to swallow. Yuki ate mechanically while Mizuki watched with concerned eyes.
"How are you feeling?" she asked softly.
"I don't know." His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "Empty?"
"That's ok." Mizuki's hand found his, squeezing gently. "You were violated, Yuki-kun. It's going to take time to process."
Violated. The word felt too big, too real. But that's what it was, wasn't it? Hayato had... he'd forced...
"I should have listened to you," Yuki said quietly, tears burning his eyes. "You tried to warn me about him. You knew he was bad."
"I did." Mizuki's voice held no judgment, just sadness. "I could see it in how he looked at you. Like you were a prize to win. But I couldn't make you see it. You had to learn for yourself." She paused. "I just wish you hadn't had to learn that way."
Fresh tears spilled down Yuki's cheeks. "I'm so stupid. I thought he was different. I thought he actually cared about me—"
"Shhh." Mizuki pulled him into her arms, holding him while he sobbed. "You're not stupid. You're trusting. There's a difference. And he took advantage of that. It's not your fault."
But it felt like his fault. He'd gone to Hayato's apartment. He'd drunk the beer. He'd told Hayato he needed something intimate. What had he expected would happen?
You're just asking to be used, Hayato's words echoed in his mind. Looking like you do, being as weak as you are.
"Yuki-kun?" Mizuki tilted his face up, wiping his tears with gentle fingers. "Listen to me. What happened wasn't your fault. Hayato is a predator. You didn't deserve what he did to you. Do you understand?"
Yuki nodded, even though he didn't fully believe it.
"Good." Mizuki kissed his forehead. "Now, I need you to promise me something."
"What?"
"Promise me you'll stay here with me. At least for a few days. I don't want you going back to that empty apartment alone, god knows your parents wont notice. Not after what happened."
"I can't impose—"
"You're not imposing. I want you here." Her arms tightened around him. "I want to take care of you. Keep you safe. Please, Yuki-kun. Let me protect you."
Yuki didn't have the strength to argue. And truthfully, the thought of going home to that empty apartment, where Mizuki had been waiting last night, where he'd be alone with his thoughts... it terrified him.
"Okay," he whispered. "Just for a few days."
Mizuki's smile was radiant. "Perfect. I'll take care of everything."
Monday
Yuki didn't go to school. Mizuki called them both in sick, saying they had a stomach bug from some food they ate. She spent the day hovering over him—bringing him food, making him tea, keeping him company.
"You need rest," she insisted when Yuki mentioned maybe going to class. "After what you went through? You need time to recover."
So Yuki stayed in bed, wrapped in Mizuki's soft blankets, trying not to think about Hayato's hands in his hair, his cruel laughter, the feeling of choking—
"Yuki-kun?" Mizuki's voice cut through the spiral. "You're shaking."
He was. His whole body was trembling, and he hadn't even noticed.
"Come here." Mizuki climbed into bed beside him, pulling him close. "It's okay. You're safe. I'm here. No one can hurt you here."
Yuki clung to her, desperate for that safety, that comfort. She was warm and solid and familiar. Not like Hayato. Not cruel. Just... Mizuki. why was he so stupid
"I've got you," she murmured, stroking his hair. "Always. You're mine and I'll never let anyone hurt you again."
Mine. The word should bother him. But right now, being someone's felt like safety instead of a cage.
Tuesday
The blue notification appeared while Yuki was in the shower
[◈ NEW QUEST AVAILABLE ◈]
No. Not now. He couldn't deal with this right now.
But the notification wouldn't disappear.
[◈ QUEST 8 OF 10: EXTENDED INTIMACY ◈]
[OBJECTIVE: Engage in extended foreplay session lasting minimum 15 minutes. Must include multiple forms of stimulation. Both parties must achieve orgasm.]
[TIME LIMIT: 7 Days]
[REWARDS:]
Sensitivity +5
Endurance +3
450 XP
275 LP
[FAILURE PENALTY:]
-35 Confidence
-30 Technique
System Compatibility -30%
[CURRENT TIME REMAINING: 167:58:22]
[NOTE: Go wild~]
Yuki stared at the notification through the steam, his stomach churning. Seven days. He had to... with someone... after what Hayato had done to him?
Let yourself be cared for.
There was only one person who could do that right now. Only one person he trusted even a little bit.
Mizuki.
By Wednesday, Yuki still hadn't returned to school. Mizuki kept insisting he needed more rest, and honestly, Yuki didn't have the energy to argue.
His phone had been blowing up—texts from Tanaka asking where he was, from classmates wondering if he was okay. But Mizuki had convinced him to put it on silent.
"You don't need that stress right now," she'd said. "Just focus on healing."
So he did. Or tried to. they watched movies all day, played games, made food. it was fun
The quest timer ticked down steadily: [134:22:17]
"Yuki-kun?" Mizuki sat beside him on the couch, where he'd been staring at nothing for the past hour. "Can I ask you something?"
"Mm?"
"Have you... have you thought about what happened? With Hayato? How you're feeling about it?"
Yuki's hands fisted in the blanket wrapped around him. "I don't want to think about it."
"I know. But you have to process it eventually." Her hand covered his. "And I want you to know... what he did to you doesn't change how I feel. I still love you. I still want you. You're not... you're not damaged or broken or any of the things you're probably thinking."
But he was damaged. He felt broken. Used. Dirty.
"I know you probably don't want to be touched right now," Mizuki continued softly. "After what he did. And that's okay. I can wait as long as you need."
The quest timer: [134:21:44]
"But when you're ready," Mizuki's voice was gentle, understanding, "I want to show you that intimacy doesn't have to be bad. That it can be safe and caring. That I'm nothing like him."
Yuki looked at her—really looked. Mizuki, who'd picked him up from outside Hayato's building. Who'd cleaned him up, let him cry, held him through nightmares. Who loved him despite everything.
"I want to trust that," Yuki whispered. "I want to believe you're different."
"Then let me prove it." Mizuki cupped his face gently. "Let me take care of you. Not today, not until you're ready. But when you are... let me show you what it should be like."
The quest timer pulsed: [134:20:55]
Five and a half days left.
"Okay," Yuki heard himself say. "When I'm ready."
Mizuki's smile was soft and sweet and safe. "Whenever that is. I'll be here."
Thursday Evening
Yuki couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he was back in Hayato's apartment, on his knees, choking and gagging while Hayato laughed.
"Another nightmare?" Mizuki appeared in the doorway of the guest room she'd given him.
Yuki nodded mutely, still shaking.
"Come here." She held out her hand. "Sleep in my room tonight. You shouldn't be alone."
Yuki followed her to her bedroom, letting her tuck him into her bed like a child. She climbed in beside him, wrapping her arms around him from behind.
"I've got you," she murmured. "You're safe. Nothing bad can happen while I'm here."
Yuki believed her. Or wanted to. He let himself relax into her embrace, feeling her warmth against his back.
"Mizuki?" he said quietly into the darkness.
"Mm?"
"Thank you. For everything. For not... for not being disgusted by me."
"Never." Her arms tightened. "You're precious to me. My sweet, beautiful Yuki. Nothing could make me love you less."
Love. She kept saying it. And maybe... maybe Yuki could say it back now. She'd earned it, hadn't she? By being there when no one else was?
"I love you too," Yuki whispered.
He felt Mizuki's smile against his shoulder. "i know" she breathed, so softly he almost didn't hear it.
Friday Night
The quest timer: [48:33:12]
Two days left. Yuki had been thinking about it all day—about the quest, about Mizuki's offer, about needing to complete it before the penalties hit.
After dinner, while they were watching a movie on the couch, Yuki worked up the courage to speak.
"Mizuki?"
"Mm?" She was playing with his hair, her touch gentle and soothing.
"I... I think I'm ready. To let you... to be intimate with you."
Mizuki's hand stilled. "Are you sure? I don't want to rush you." s worried expression came upon her
"I'm sure." Yuki sat up, turning to face her. "I need to know that it can be different. That not everyone is like Hayato. And I trust you."
Something flickered in Mizuki's eyes—triumph? satisfaction?—but it was gone so quickly Yuki thought he'd imagined it.
"Okay," she said softly. "But we go at your pace. The moment you want to stop, we stop. Promise me you'll tell me if it's too much."
"I promise."
Mizuki stood, offering her hand. "Come with me."
Mizuki's bedroom was dimly lit, candles casting soft shadows. She'd prepared for this, Yuki realized. Had been expecting him to say yes.
"Lie down," she instructed gently, guiding him to the bed. "Let me take care of everything."
Yuki lay back, his heart racing. Not from arousal—from anxiety. But Mizuki's touch was patient, careful, constantly checking his reactions.
"Still okay?" she asked, her hands at the hem of his shirt.
"Yeah."
She removed his clothes slowly, reverently, pressing kisses to each newly exposed piece of skin. Nothing rushed. Nothing forceful.
"You're so beautiful," she murmured. "Every part of you. Perfect."
And he was, the dim light seemed to shine brightly on his pale body, showing every inch of his perfect body, the small waist, cute little nipples, a long neck, beautifull hair and a cute butt
Yuki was fully naked, vulnerable beneath her, Mizuki just looked at him for a long moment.
"My pretty girlfriend," she whispered.
"I'm not—" Yuki started, but she kissed him, swallowing the protest.
"You are," she said against his lips. "Look at you. So soft, so delicate. More beautiful than any girl I've ever known. My sweet Yuki-chan."
She kissed her way down his body—neck, chest, stomach—taking her time, building sensation slowly. This was worship.
Her mouth found sensitive places that made Yuki gasp. Her hands explored carefully, reading his responses, adjusting her touch.
"That's it," she encouraged. "Let yourself feel good. It's safe to feel good with me."
And it did feel good. Yuki's body responded despite his lingering anxiety, arousal building under Mizuki's patient attention.
"Can I taste you?" she asked, positioned between his legs.
Yuki's breath hitched, a large part of his face turning red
"Yes," Yuki whispered.
Mizuki took his entire dick into her mouth with practiced ease, and Yuki's back arched off the bed. So different from that night. So careful and attentive and good.
She worked him slowly, building pleasure in waves as she bopped, in and out, never pushing too far. Her hands caressed his thighs, his hips, grounding him in the present and sending waves of electricity throughout his entire body.
"You taste so sweet," she pulled off to say, then returned to her task.
The extended attention—fifteen minutes easily—built Yuki's arousal to almost painful levels. Every nerve ending felt sensitive, the enhanced sensitivity from his previous quests making everything more intense.
"Mizuki—I'm close—"
"Let go for me, pretty girl," she murmured, and the words should bother him but they didn't, not when she was making him feel this good.
His orgasm rolled through him— deeper than anything before, Relief and pleasure tangled together as Mizuki brought him down carefully gulping down every drop of his cum
"Good," she praised, kissing his hip. "So good for me."
Then it was Yuki's turn. Mizuki guided his hands, his mouth, teaching him how to please her without pressure or demands. Just gentle instruction and soft encouragement. he slowly licked her pussy, then fastened
"Yes, just like that—oh, Yuki—"
A loud moan escaped her lips as he inserted it into her, tasting every inch it could reach. hid hands explored her body, squeezing her soft and plump ass tightly, making her moan again. finally he inserted 4 fingers into her wet pussy, thrusting them fast and hard.
"Oh god- im cumming!!"
When she came, arching beneath his fingers, Yuki felt a strange sense of accomplishment. He'd given her pleasure.
[◈ QUEST COMPLETE ◈]
[QUEST 8: EXTENDED INTIMACY - COMPLETED]
[Duration: 23 minutes - EXCEEDED REQUIREMENT]
[Both parties achieved orgasm: Confirmed]
[Multiple stimulation types: Confirmed]
[ANALYZING...]
[REWARDS GRANTED:]
Sensitivity +5
Endurance +3
450 XP gained
275 LP earned
[EXPERIENCE: 2500 / 1500 XP]
[LEVEL UP!]
[You are now Level 9]
[+2 Stat Points available for distribution]
[WARNING: Only 2 quests remaining until tutorial completion]
[Next quest will be assigned within 24-48 hours]
Yuki dismissed the notifications, pulling Mizuki close as they lay together in the aftermath.
"Thank you," he whispered. "For being gentle. For being patient."
"Always," Mizuki kissed his forehead. "I'll always take care of you. You're mine to protect."
Mine. There was that word again. But wrapped in Mizuki's arms, safe and cared for, Yuki couldn't find it in himself to be bothered. hers
She'd saved him. She loved him. She'd shown him intimacy could be safe.
Mizuki was his salvation. he was her, and for her alone
At least, that's what Yuki believed as he drifted off to sleep, utterly dependent on the girl who held him.
What he didn't see was the satisfied smile on Mizuki's face in the darkness. The way her arms tightened possessively around him. The triumph in her eyes.
She had him exactly where she wanted him.
Broken, isolated, and completely hers.