A New Roommate
With a yawn, I turn the television off. The same stuff about the 'disease' that wiped human males off the Earth, excluding me of course, and how all the hidden species on planet Earth had come out of hiding and were now interacting with humans.
The door knocks.
"Coming," I call.
"Good evening. Yamato-san, I presume?" A lady dressed in a black blazer and tie over a white dress shirt, wearing sunglasses at night, asks me.
"Yes."
A girl, with long bright red hair and slitted eyes catches my attention. Noticing me looking at her, she smiles, revealing fangs.
I give a confused look, causing her to look down. She seems downcast, like a hostage of aliens. That's when I notice her long red tail extending throughout my lawn.
A lamia.
"May we come in?" The sunglasses lady asks.
"What for?"
"Yamato-san, I am a Government agent." She holds up an identification card. I get a hold of it.
Kuroko Smith.
"There's nothing stopping me from barging in."
"Except me," I say. "But I'm not in the mood."
I step away.
"Thank you." She walks in. "Come on, Miia."
Miia, the lamia, seems startled.
"Yes," she says in a low voice as she slithers in.
"What of your luggage?" Smith asks taking her high heels off.
"Oh." Miia turns with a blush.
"Never mind," I say. "I'll get it."
"Ah." Her blush intensifies. "Thank you."
I trundle into the room, where Smith is sitting under the Kotatsu, as does Miia. With a huff, I place the suitcases down. They land as if they're filled with stones.
"Have a seat, Yamato-san," Smith slides over, clearing the space for me.
"Lose the -san." I sit down beside her. "I prefer to be on informal terms with attractive ladies."
"You mean that?" She blushes and looks away, giggling and muttering to herself.
"What may I call you?" I ask, desperate for a fling.
She continues muttering, paying me no attention.
"Smith-san!" Miia speaks up, her voice more forceful than I have heard her till now.
"Huh, what is it, Miia?" Smith breaks out of her little 'episode'.
"He's…" Miia reverts back into her shy little girl persona, "asking you a question."
"Yes, what is it, Y… Yamato?" Smith glances at me with a smile.
"Never mind that. Just tell me the purpose of your visit."
"I see." Smith adjusts her glasses, the corner of her eye twinkling. "Yamato, you're Miia's host family!"
"What!" I stand up on my socked feet.
"Oh, could it be you don't know what a host family is?" Smith gives me a glance.
"No, I know what a host family is." I ponder. "Families that host extra-species. But that's beside the point! You really mean I'm hosting," my head shoots to Miia, lingers on her for a second, then shoots back, "her?"
"Precisely," Smith says in the manner of a war general. "I'll come to check on you again, and remember," her face shoots to me, her aura frightening, "no sex. Goodbye!"
At the door she pauses, "I thought this house would be more lively, with children and all. Where are your children, Yamato?"
"Chi…"
"Never mind," she says like a high school girl. "See you later." She blows me a kiss before shutting the door.
Miia and I sit across the kotatsu, looking at each other while trying to avoid it at the same time. She is wearing a skirt with a leather belt, a yellow jacket over a shirt. She is the prettiest girl I have ever seen.
I imagine her feet crawling under the kotatsu and warming my crotch. Then the realization comes to me that she has no feet.
"Um…" She fidgets with her hands and her shoulders.
I get up and leave the room, cutting her off.
When I come back, she is sitting there with tears in her eyes. Without a word, I cover her tail with a blanket.
She looks up at me, surprised, drops of tears flying out of the corner of her eyes.
"Snakes are cold-blooded, right?" I try to laugh off the whole matter, my heart beating like crazy. "So all this cold should be quite uncomfortable for you. Sorry for not noticing earlier, er, Miia."
"It's all right," she says with a beaming smile. "Yamato."
My heart skips a beat.
Looking away, scratching the back of my head, I say, "Well, we're a family now, so let's try to get along."
"Hm!" She nods at me.
"You hungry, Miia, or would you like to sleep?"
"Well, I'm tired." She stretches her body. "I'd like to sleep. Will eat in the morning."
She yawns. I find it hard to look away from her humungous breasts.
She looks at me questioningly.
"Uh, I see." I jump around. "Let's show you your room then."
She slithers up the stairs beside me, hands wringing, head down.
"Here it is!" I open the door and turn on the light. "My room's adjacent to this one."
The room has a bed, a rug, a gigantic window by the bed, a cupboard, an attached bath, a side table, a mirror.
"Shall we keep your luggage downstairs?" I ask.
"Yes." She nods with a smile. "Right now, I'll just sleep."
"Great! If you have problem sleeping, you can come to my room."
She blushes. "Yamato, you perv!"
"Uh, uh…" I fidget with my hands. "I mean you're cold-blooded, and if you feel cold, you'll need warmth, right?"
She doesn't say anything and keeps looking down.
"Miia?" I take a step towards her.
"Good night!" She shrieks the words as she runs to the bed.
Her tail closes the door, but not before knocking me out of the doorway.
My head hits the pillow. Outside my window, a large moon looms in the air, as alone and distinguishable from the stars, as I am to the throng of women left to me.
These thoughts guide me to sleep.
My eyes open when I sense a presence on the side of my bed. Fangs, shining red eyes, hands raised.
I scream. "Not like this! Not by a vampire!"
"Yamato," I hear a whisper. "I can't sleep."
"Huh? Miia?"
A mewling 'hm' is all the response I get.
"Come on, then." I lift the quilt and slide away to make room for her.
Hugging her pillow to her chest, she climbs into the bed. As I cover her upper body with the quilt, she whispers, "Yamato?"
"Hm?"
"Can I sleep on the other side? I… I'm scared on this side."
"Huh! Okay, sure."
I put my leg over her, lying on top of her.
"Huh?" Her blush deepens.
I whisk my other leg over her.
"Miia?" I say hanging on the edge of the bed. "Can you move now?"
She covers her face with her pillow as she moves. As I cover ourselves with the quilt, I find her tail lying on the floor.
"Aren't you gonna cover your tail?"
"I can?" She uncovers her eyes.
"Of course. It is part of your body, right?"
"Yeah!" She smiles and her tail slithers to the bed and covers the whole bed, me with it. Her skin is scaly and soft, and she weighs a lot too. But the thought that I was warming a sexy, cute lamia with my body was more than enough reason to endure the weight.
As I lie down again, wrapped in the hefty cable of Miia's tale, a stupid smile lights my face, which intensifies on hearing Miia's even breathing.
Through the night, the grip of her tail around me grows tighter. Her head from her pillow moves to my shoulder. Her hands grab my arm. All night, I suppress my desire to have sex with her.
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