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Chapter 8 – A Pleasant Wake-up and a Risk of Death
It was a pleasant awakening.
It was a strange feeling as if he was wrapped in soft marshmallows.
He was surrounded by a sweet smell, and his heart felt at peace.
As he opened his eyelids to the light filtering in, Wataru’s consciousness suddenly awoke.
There was someone else sleeping on the bed.
The warmth of this body was so comforting that he felt like he wanted to sleep a little longer.
But who would sleep with him since he lived alone…?
With a dazed mind, Wataru slowly opened his eyes.
What he saw was a large breast.
Aire was lying on his side, resting her head on Wataru’s head.
The large breast covered his face.
Is that the reason for the soft feeling?
“Is this… a dream?”
He woke up in the morning and was held in her arms.
Her breasts were so soft that his face was buried in them, and his nose made a squishing sound.
When he moved his face, the breasts changed shape and were soft and squishy no matter where he moved them.
The softness and sweet smell made a part of his lower body become hard.
Wataru, who had never experienced anything like this before, could not quite grasp the reality of the situation.
However, when he remembered that he had bought a slave yesterday, he slowly came to understand that this situation was indeed real.
Aire was wearing the T-shirt that Wataru had lent her.
She showed her body, which had been hidden under the thin fabric, without any reservations.
She had a well-developed female physique with a surprisingly large and well-shaped chest.
Even among the busty gravure idols, her breasts were among the largest.
Despite this, her waist was slender, as if she had a natural corset, and her stomach was slightly dimpled.
The soft curves of her hips and thighs continued from there.
Her long, slender tail hung limply at her side.
There was no excess fat on her calves, and her ankles were slender and firm.
Her long eyelashes accentuated her well-proportioned face as she slept.
Her golden tiger ears stood on top of her head and twitched as if unconsciously picking up the sound of Wataru’s movements.
Wataru thought again that the beauty of her body was inhuman.
“Mm… funyafunya…”
As a man, he was truly happy to be held by such incomparable beauty.
If it were up to him, he would pounce on her right now.
But if she reflexively resisted him, he might get beaten up…
What about the fact that the slave who was supposed to be sleeping elsewhere was sleeping with him?
Should he scold her?
And what about Mariel?
Wataru tries to pull his face away, even if he does it reluctantly.
“Unyu~? Funyanya~!”
“Uwaa, fugugugu, let go… of me.”
“These potatoes are for Aire!”
“What kind of dream are you having?”
Aire, still in a dream, holds on to Wataru and does not let go.
“I’m going… to die…”
His nose and mouth were pressed down, and he felt more and more suffocated.
With no time to enjoy the situation, Wataru shook off Aire’s grip, feeling like he was escaping from a judo hold.
He felt like he was grabbing different parts of her body, but he couldn’t tell where he was touching.
Towards the end, he was so dazed that he could only see stars flickering in his vision, and he struggled to stay awake.
“Munyamunya… potato…”
“My goodness, you look so happy… So damn cute.”
Aire was fast asleep, unaware that Wataru had left.
Seeing her like that, Wataru couldn’t bring himself to get angry, even though he was out of breath.
She looked so defenseless and cute as she slept.
“But what about that story about slaves not being able to harm their masters? I almost died.”
Maybe there’s a loophole that says it doesn’t work if they’re unconscious.
Or maybe there are cases of master murder disguised as accidental death?
He takes a deep breath to clear his head and gets out of bed.
He looks at the clock and sees that it is 8:10 in the morning.
He had argued with her for a while, so he woke up a full ten minutes later than usual.
He wasn’t angry, but to leave her like this was something else.
Wataru touched her body to wake her up.
When he touched her again after he had calmed down, he was surprised by the softness of her shoulders and the resilience of the smooth muscles underneath.
There was a softness that was feminine and a hardness that was that of a warrior.
His heart was racing from the lack of experience of touching a woman for so long.
“Hey, wake up. It’s morning, Aire.”
“Munya… Oh? Master~”
“Whoa!?”
Aire, who had yawned with bleary eyes, seemed to doze off again and then leaned against Wataru.
His face was wrapped in the soft, elastic feel of her body, and he felt as if his consciousness was melting away.
Ah, this is really comfortable.
“No, it’s not! Wake up, it’s morning.”
“Aww, I’m sleepy.”
“Is it low blood pressure? Why is Aire sleeping here anyway?”
“Nngh, I think it’s because it was cold.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Wataru apologized.
He thought it would be hot, so he turned on the air conditioner.
At first, Aire was happy with the coolness, but maybe it was too cold to sleep.
They say that men and women have very different tolerances for colds.
Besides, he didn’t have time to buy some clothes for them because he had bought them without any plans.
In the end, the clothes they had bought as slaves were used as their everyday clothes, and now Wataru’s clothes were temporarily given to Aire.
However, it was summer, so she only wore a T-shirt.
Even though Aire was a head taller than Wataru, she looked like she was wearing a baggy T-shirt. When she stood up, her thighs, which were covered before, were exposed.
“Speaking of which, what happened to your pants, Aire?”
“Nnyuuuu… I took them off because my tail was too tight…”
“Oh, I see. From now on, I’ll have to think about that when I buy clothes.”
If Wataru could roll up the t-shirt, she’d only be wearing her underwear.
He had some rather naughty thoughts, but he shook them off.
This is no time for that.
Even while they were talking, Aire was dozing off, and it looked like she would fall asleep at any moment.
Cats were known to sleep for long periods, and Aire might have been influenced by that.
“Come on, wash your face and get changed. I’ll prepare breakfast, so be ready by then.”
“Yes…”
Who would have thought that she was a high-ranking bodyguard, looking at the way she moved her mouth and walked clumsily?
To him, she looked like a sweet, normal girl.
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