Nash looked around, calling out, "Guys, hello? Huh, why are they not answering me?" Confused, he grabbed one of his classmates, only to find that their face was just plain flesh.
The faceless figure spoke, "Hey, what is it, Nash? Having trouble with something?" Nash recoiled in horror, looking around and seeing more faceless classmates. "Yeah, Nash, what is it?" they echoed, their featureless faces turning towards him.
Panic rose within him as the voices chanted his name, until finally, a voice that sounded like Sophie's cut through the din. "Nash, wake up!"
He jolted awake to find Sophie pouting beside him, both of them naked in bed.
"Huh, what am I doing here?" he asked, bewildered.
Sophie blushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. "Don't you remember?"
Startled, Nash stammered, "No!"
Quickly, he gathered her clothes and pushed Sophie towards the door. "Please, go," he urged, handing her the clothes, his heart pounding as he tried to process what had just happened.
The room still carried the scent of their shared intimacy, the feel of the sheets warm against his skin. Nash's head spun, trying to reconcile the vivid dream with the present reality. Sophie's touch lingered in his memory, a blend of softness and heat, as she reluctantly dressed and left the room.
Nash prepared his food at the table, the aroma of freshly cooked dishes wafting through the air. As he set the plates down, the village chef approached, a friendly smile on his face. "Oh, hero, you're awake! How was your night? Was it good?"
Nash blushed, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. "Huh, no, no, nothing happened," he stammered, laughing awkwardly. "Hahaha," he added, the sound of his forced laughter mingling with the morning's quiet.
The table felt cool under his fingers, grounding him slightly as he fumbled with his thoughts. The taste of the food he had just prepared lingered in the air, a comforting distraction from the chef's probing question. Nash tried to focus on the familiar sounds of the village waking up outside, the distant chatter and the clinking of utensils, as he worked to regain his composure.
As Nash finished preparing his food, he saw Sophie heading in, dressed in her revealing clothes with almost see-through panties. Her outfit left little to the imagination, and Nash felt his face flush with embarrassment.
"Sophie, what are you doing?" Nash exclaimed, grabbing her by the wrist and quickly leading her upstairs. "Please, Sophie, be decent."
Sophie gave him a playful smile and teased, "Admit it, you like it, don't you?"
Nash's eyes involuntarily flickered down to her nearly exposed slit before he quickly looked away, his face burning with a deep blush. "Nooo," he replied, drawing out the word with awkwardness. The tension in the air was palpable, every sensation heightened by the intensity of the moment. The soft fabric of Sophie's clothes brushed against his skin as he tried to compose himself, the sounds of the bustling village below faintly audible. The scent of her perfume mingled with the lingering aroma of his breakfast, creating an intoxicating blend that made it hard for Nash to focus.
Sophie's teasing laughter echoed in his ears as he fought to maintain his composure, every touch and glance amplifying his awareness of her presence.
After they were ready for their adventure, they received a summons from the king of the village. "Yay, we're being called!" Sophie exclaimed excitedly.
"Called for what?" Nash asked, curious but slightly apprehensive.
"You'll see, Nash," Sophie replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She hugged Nash's arm, pressing it into her breasts and aiming it towards her panties.
Nash quickly pulled his hand away, feeling the softness of her skin and the warmth of her body. "Stop that," he said, his voice tinged with embarrassment.
Sophie, undeterred, grabbed Nash's hand again, this time placing his elbow against her breasts. The sensation was intense, the softness and warmth of her chest making Nash's heart race. He could smell the faint scent of her perfume, mingling with the earthy aroma of the village. The sounds of villagers bustling around and the distant chatter provided a backdrop to their interaction.
Nash's senses were overwhelmed by the tactile sensation of Sophie's body against his, the visual tease of her revealing clothes, and the sound of her playful laughter. He struggled to maintain his composure, the taste of his hastily eaten breakfast lingering in his mouth, grounding him slightly amidst the sensory overload.
When Nash arrived at the kingdom, he was greeted by the king. "Hero, you have arrived. Your mission is to wipe out all evil summoners tormenting this world. I hope it is not too broad," the king announced.
Nash thought awkwardly, "Yep, that is very broad." As the king continued talking, Sophie clung to his back, hugging him tightly. Nash wondered, "Is this okay?" while noticing that the people around them didn't seem to care.
"May I ask?" Nash ventured.
"Go ahead," the king responded.
"Why is it not bothering you that she is clinging to me while you are talking to me?" Nash asked, glancing at the people watching and the king sitting on his throne.
The king laughed heartily. "What a ridiculous question! Because she is your source of power! Hahahaha!"
Nash's brows furrowed. "Source of what?" he muttered.
Sophie chimed in, "You see, it is normal that I cling to you, hero," with a playful smile.
The king handed Nash a necklace. "What is this for?" Nash asked, examining the item.
"It is your power converter. Without it, you cannot activate your accumulated magic harem energy," the king explained.
"Magic... what?" Nash questioned, bewildered.
The king laughed again. "It is not a joke. This necklace amulet is powerful and unbreakable, unlike any other. It has been passed down through many generations."
Nash felt the cool metal of the necklace in his hands, the intricate design glinting in the light. The sound of the king's laughter echoed in the grand hall, mingling with the murmur of the onlookers. The scent of incense and old stone filled the air, grounding Nash slightly as he tried to process the information. The warmth of Sophie's body against his back and her soft, teasing voice created a confusing mix of emotions and sensations, making it difficult to focus on the king's words. The taste of his hastily eaten breakfast still lingered in his mouth, a reminder of the mundane world he had left behind.
As they began their journey, Nash and Sophie waved to the villagers. "I am off!" Nash called out, and everyone cheered him on.
Sophie, ready with her staff and wearing her revealing robe, caught Nash's eye, making him blush. Her skirt was distractingly short, but the people around them didn't seem to care.
Curious, Nash asked, "Sophie, why don't the people notice what you're wearing?"
Sophie replied with a playful smile, "It's because I have a coat magic. You alone can see what I am wearing. To them, I look like I'm wearing multiple jackets." She chuckled, enjoying Nash's reaction.
Nash smiled, feeling a bit more at ease with the explanation. The warmth of Sophie's body was a comforting presence beside him, her playful demeanor adding a lightheartedness to their journey.
As they walked, the sound of the villagers' cheers faded into the distance. The path ahead was filled with the earthy scent of the forest and the chirping of birds, creating a serene atmosphere. Nash felt the cool breeze on his face, a refreshing contrast to the warmth he felt from Sophie.
The taste of the fresh morning air was invigorating, and Nash's senses were heightened by the excitement of the adventure. Sophie's laughter and the clinking of her staff provided a rhythmic accompaniment to their steps, making the journey feel less daunting and more like an exciting new chapter in their lives.
*To be continue *