2045 - New Metal City - 5:30 PM

As the day drew to a close, the last golden rays of the sun bathed the towering skyscrapers, casting an amber glow across their glass-clad exteriors. The city streets below teemed with a myriad of vehicles, each one a metallic stream, surging back and forth, their overlapping horns creating a symphony of urban sound. Amidst the vehicular bustle, humans weaved in and out, while side stalls and hawkers added vibrant bursts of colour to the sidewalk, creating a lively juxtaposition against the monolithic architecture towering above.

The bustling metropolis was alive with the sounds of honking cars and hurried footsteps as people scurried about their daily routines. The cityscape was dominated by towering skyscrapers, their reflective surfaces glistening in the fading sunlight. Amidst the chaos, individuals could be seen navigating the streets with a sense of purpose, their gazes fixed on destinations unknown. Despite the constant movement around them, many remained stoic and unwavering in their pursuit of progress.

"Ah, excuse me? Hello? Excuse me!" In a bustling urban environment, the attention of passersby was drawn to a young man of eighteen, his face pale and striking against the backdrop of the cityscape. His slim but muscular physique was evident under his crisp white T-shirt, and his blue jeans and sneakers completed the picture of youthful vitality. His spiky brown hair and sharp features added an air of edginess to his appearance. His attempts to navigate through the crowd were met with little success, as he repeatedly called out to no avail.

Jackson, with his backpack, cursed his luck. Tomorrow, he was supposed to be enrolling at the prestigious Storm Academy, a renowned martial arts school. But because of that, his mother had sent him to live with his aunt in the nearest city. She had given him the address, but he'd somehow managed to lose it on the plane ride over. Now, he was completely lost.

He looked around, hoping to see something familiar. But all he saw were strange, towering buildings and a sea of unfamiliar faces. He had never felt more alone.

"How the hell am I supposed to find my aunt's place?" Jack thought, his frustration mounting. He wove in and out of the crowds, who threw him annoyed glances but gave him space all the same. Perhaps it was because he looked like a young, handsome movie star, or maybe they just didn't want to get involved with his obvious bad luck. Either way, he was grateful for the small favors.

"I need a place to stay tonight," Jack muttered to himself as the sky darkened overhead. He was exhausted, both mentally and physically, and his frustration was starting to get the better of him. He took a seat on a nearby bench and tried to catch his breath.

In the year 2040, humanity had taken a giant leap forward in their understanding of martial arts. With their bare hands, they could split trees, smash iron, and perform feats that were once thought impossible. Jack was a young boy who had been blessed with an innate strength since he was a toddler. As soon as he reached the age requirement to attend the prestigious Storm Academy, he was quickly given admission with personal accommodation in the school. His mother, however, declined the offer, insisting that she would prefer her sister to keep an eye on Jack.

"Ah, I am feeling hungry," Jack mumbled as he picked up his bag and checked inside for any snack available.

"Sigh, there's nothing left!" He let out as he slumped back into the long street chair.

Suddenly, "Hello, you seem to be lost here." A crispy voice mutters which prompts him to look towards the source.

Seeing who it was, Jackson couldn't help but subconsciously hold his breath.

Despite Jackson's lack of romantic experience, confined to the realm of gaming, he could discern that the lady before him was undoubtedly a class apart.

Her glossy silver hair cascaded down to her slender hips, drawing attention like a magnet. Her eyes, a deep blue, were as crystalline as the sea, and the glasses she wore lent her an air of seriousness and eroticism.

Her attire was nothing short of enthralling for a novice like him!

Black stockings guided everyone's gaze toward her legs, while a snug black skirt hugged her figure down to her thighs. Finally, a form-fitting blouse embraced her skin, making her voluptuous breasts look like it was going to burst out from the blouse.

Just a mere glance made Jackson quickly put his backpack on his lap. Why wouldn't he when his sleeping dragon (D**k) was turning stiff by the second?

"H-Hi." He stutters from shyness.

Diana already used to such looks couldn't help but smirk. Looking at Jackson she felt he looked similar to someone she knew. Which made her want to ask him.

"Are you lost kiddo?"

"Y-yes ma'am. Actually, I was supposed to go to my aunt's house but as soon as I dropped I misplaced the paper with her house address which is why I'm here and I don't have any penny to use the street phones." He explained.

"Mmm, care to tell me your aunt's name?" Diana asked after hearing his explanation.

"Sure," Jackson agreed since he didn't find it strange that a stranger wanted to help. "Her name is Morgan Stanley."

Hearing those words, Diana whose expression was unreadable sighed and said, "I might know her but it's already night and we can't reach her place now. Why don't you come to my place for the night? Trust me, this town is filled with thugs with tough martial powers and seeing a teenager like you are. Some of them might attack and the worse part, Rape you."

Those words sent a shiver down his spine, despite always being proud of his talents, Jackson knew he wouldn't be able to deal with thugs that are involved in day-to-day battles and he knew what she said was likely true.

Also, he needs to find a place to sleep, from the look of things she doesn't have any bad intentions for him right?

Even if she did he felt like he could overpower her and run away.

Hmph! He isn't a weak teenager to begin with.

"Sure and thank you so much, ma'am." He accepted with a nod.

Diana smiled a faint smile as she looked at him, her thoughts, unknown, "Sure, let's go in. You have been sitting right at the front of my apartment to begin with."

She said and led Jackson who took his backpack and followed her into the 6-storey building filled with rooms and different people. Her own apartment was located on the third floor and after taking the stairs, Jackson didn't feel out of breath and neither did Diana.

'She must be used to it.' He thought.

Afterwards, Diana took her key out of her black wristlet purse. With a twist of the key she opened the door and Jackson was assaulted with the feminine fragrance which gushed out of the room.

Curiously following her into the room. Jackson estimated it was about 6 meters wide. The room was painted in pink, there was a small size bed covered in pink bedsheet at the left side, close to the wall with a window and a standing fan facing it and a wardrobe close to it. The floor was covered in a white and pink soft flowery carpet. The room doesn't have much in it.

A reading table with its chair and some books neatly arranged on top. Looking west, he saw two doors, one seemingly leading to the kitchen and the other to the toilet which was maybe mistakenly left ajar, giving Jackson a view of the neat toilet but when he spotted a black lingerie hanging inside he quickly turned his blushing face sideward.

Diana saw it but didn't say anything as she looked at him with a smirk and said, "Okay now, I will go take my bath first, then you too since you have a tiring journey. Also, after taking your bath come over as I prepare some food." Jackson nodded.

Following that he dropped his back and watched as Diana stepped into the shower and locked the door, after some minutes she came out in only her towel which was so short that Jackson shyly looked aside.

After which he rushed into the bathroom and took his shower, coming out he was greeted with the aroma of fried eggs and noodles which he went and ate after dressing up.

Finally, when it was time to sleep, Diana spoke something which made Jackson feel his crunching tiger going stiff.

"Since there's only one bed, we will share it. Also hope you don't mind but I love sleeping half naked."