Yuki stepped into the bathroom, her bare feet sinking into the cool, polished tiles. The dim, ambient lighting cast a soft glow on the pristine surfaces, amplifying the sense of luxury. Her wide, cerulean eyes darted to every detail—the high-tech shower with its chrome finish, the bathtub that looked like it belonged in a five-star hotel, and the neatly arranged bottles of her favorite shampoo and soap.
As she caught her reflection in the mirror, she paused. This wasn't just her body—this was her body. A breathtaking blend of her Japanese and Californian heritage stared back at her.
Her skin was flawless, a creamy white with a sun-kissed glow that hinted at her life in sunny California. Her golden blonde hair, damp from the light mist in the air, cascaded in soft waves past her shoulders. She tilted her head, her fingers brushing through the silken strands.
"Still smooth as silk," she murmured, a small smirk forming.
Her gaze lowered, taking in her figure. Her full, J-cup bust rose and fell with each breath, the pale pink of her nipples a delicate contrast to her radiant complexion. Her toned stomach, shaped by years of dedication to her fitness routine, gave way to her feminine curves—hips that flared in perfect proportion, leading down to long, athletic legs.
"Well," she said, placing a hand on her hip and striking a playful pose. "At least this part of the isekai experience didn't change."
She chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the quiet room, before turning toward the shower. The water started with a gentle hiss, warm droplets cascading down like a summer rain.
Yuki stepped inside, her breath hitching as the water kissed her skin. She tilted her head back, letting the warmth envelop her completely. The sensation was so unlike anything she'd experienced in the isekai world—clean, luxurious, and utterly indulgent.
She reached for her shampoo, squeezing a generous amount into her palm. The citrusy, floral scent filled the air as she worked it into her hair, her fingers massaging her scalp in slow, deliberate movements. The foam built up, slipping down her neck and shoulders, tracing her curves as it mingled with the water.
Her hands moved to her body, the soap lathering her skin in a creamy sheen. She couldn't help but let out a soft sigh as her fingers glided over the contours of her figure. Every touch, every sensation reminded her of how much she had missed this—warmth, comfort, and the simple pleasure of a good shower.
"Ahh, this is the stuff dreams are made of," she murmured, her voice tinged with delight.
The water washed away the suds, leaving her skin glistening and her hair silky. She turned, letting the water cascade down her back, the droplets tracing the curve of her spine and pooling at her feet.
After rinsing off, Yuki stepped out of the shower, her towel soft and inviting as she wrapped it around her body. She caught sight of the high-tech toilet as she moved to dry her hair.
"You're not about to—" she started, but the toilet had other plans. The soft spray of warm water made her gasp, a sound that echoed in the quiet bathroom. Her cheeks flushed as she covered her face with her hands.
"Okay, Japan, I get it. You're on another level," she muttered, half-laughing, half-embarrassed.
As she finished drying off and began to dress, the shrill sound of her alarm blared from the bedroom. She rushed out, still adjusting her uniform, and grabbed her phone.
"Today's Schedule: First Day of School – Exam Results Announcement!"
Her heart dropped as she stared at the screen.
"Oh no! I completely forgot about school!"
She glanced at the clock, her eyes widening in panic.
"Crap! I'm going to be late!"
Throwing her school bag over her shoulder, Yuki bolted for the door, her hair still slightly damp. It wasn't just the chaos of her morning—it was the overwhelming realization that her ordinary life had resumed. But the lingering memories of her time in the isekai world made her wonder if "ordinary" was truly within her reach anymore.