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To give you an idea of how expensive these things are: when Burgus was alive, he only owned two portable rooms, while Lala had dozens of them. That should tell you just how wealthy she really is.
It's also worth mentioning that, as King, Gid could have as many portable rooms as he wanted without paying a single credit. But of course, even though he had that privilege, he never abused it. He only requested the rooms necessary for himself and for certain members of his army, like Zastin, the captain of the royal guard, and Reizor, the vice‑captain.
"Thank you," Yami said.
She accepted Lala's gift. After all, Lala insisted on giving it to her, and refusing would have been disrespectful toward Akira's first wife.
{Note: Important clarification—right now, Yami will treat Lala respectfully, careful not to offend her, since she knows she's only a concubine while Lala is the first wife. However, this won't last forever. Eventually, Lala will make Yami understand they stand on equal ground. When will that happen? Well, keep reading and you'll find out in the future.}
"Well then… how about we eat something? After everything that just happened, I'm starving, and I'm sure Yami must be hungry too," I said.
"Well… I wouldn't mind eating a little," Yami admitted.
She hadn't eaten dinner because of everything that happened. At first, she didn't feel hungry at all, but now that the danger was over, her stomach was demanding food.
"Don't worry, I already cooked something for dinner!" Lala said cheerfully.
"Did you finish what you were trying to make earlier?" I asked.
I had to leave while she was still cooking.
"Uh… unfortunately, no," Lala shook her head.
"Lala‑sama was so nervous that she burned the food Akira‑sama was preparing and had to start all over again," Peke explained.
"Hehe, sorry," Lala apologized.
"It's fine. Honestly, I probably would've done the same. Totally understandable," I said.
While she was stuck at home, her fiancé was out fighting an assassin to rescue her future sister, who had been kidnapped. You can imagine how anxious Lala was at that moment.
"Anyway, I prepared some pasta. Something simple, but it'll fill us up," Lala said.
With her nerves, it was impossible to cook something complicated, so she settled for pasta—a simple, delicious dish.
{Note: Pasta is my favorite food, especially spaghetti carbonara. What's yours? Leave a comment!}
"Then let's eat!" I said.
After that, we all sat around the table—except for Peke, who stayed behind watching her favorite show—and we began enjoying a tasty plate of pasta with tomato sauce. Simple, but delicious, and we all loved it.
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After dining happily and chatting about trivial things instead of assassins, high‑tech artifacts, and the like, it was time to go to bed.
"Not coming, Peke?" I asked curiously.
"No, my favorite show still has a while before it ends," Peke replied.
"As you like," I said with a shrug.
Then I turned to Lala.
"Coming, Lala?" I asked.
"No, I'll go a bit later. First, I'll help Yami settle in," Lala said.
"…Alright then, I'll go ahead," I said.
Without saying more, I went to my room, changed into my pajamas, and lay down on the bed.
Today had been an extremely exhausting day filled with action, drama, and even romance. Could a day get any fuller than this? I doubt it.
"It's only been a week since I got here and I've already faced three assassins? I just hope they give me a break… so I can at least have time to train," I sighed.
Because assassins kept coming, I practically had no time to train, so my skills with the aliens hadn't improved at all. But still, I felt stronger, tougher, and faster. In fact, I could last much longer during sex now, to give a clear example.
"What could this sudden increase in strength be from?" I wondered.
It wasn't anything overwhelming, but my stats had definitely improved slightly, as I said earlier. The question was: why was I getting stronger without training my human body?
"The only logical explanation is that the more I train my alien forms, the stronger my human form becomes, and therefore, the power of my aliens strengthens too," I concluded.
Since I didn't have a system to answer my questions, all I could do was speculate. Whether that's the real reason or not, I couldn't say for sure. Maybe I'll learn the truth in the future, but for now, my knowledge of the current situation is lacking, and I need much more experience.
"Still, even if I've almost died several times, I have to admit this is exactly what I wanted. An exciting life!" I said with a smile.
This was the life I had wished for, a life full of thrill and adventure. Once again, I thanked the God or being that gave me the chance to reincarnate in this world with the Omnitrix.
Now that I had reflected on everything, I felt it was time to close my eyes and sleep. As for Lala, she hadn't arrived yet, but it was only a matter of time before she did. Regarding sex… tonight I was exhausted, and resting seemed best. But just as I was about to close my eyes… someone knocked on the door.
"You know you can come in without knocking, Lala," I said.
I had nothing to hide, so I didn't mind Lala coming in without knocking. Though it was odd—Lala had never knocked before entering my room; she always just barged in, often earning Peke's scolding for it.
The door opened, but the one who entered wasn't Lala. It was Yami. And when I saw her, my mouth and eyes opened wide.
Yami stood in the doorway of my room, not in her usual clothes, but wearing black lingerie that highlighted her stunning figure.
Seeing Akira's gaze, Yami turned redder than a tomato, but even so, she gathered all her courage and walked toward him, sitting down at his side.
"I‑I c‑came t‑to take care of you," Yami stammered.
I immediately understood the situation. No dumb questions were needed—I wasn't stupid. I knew this was probably all thanks to Lala.
"Thank you for this gift, Lala. I promise I'll reward you," I thought to myself.
Then I looked at Yami, who looked incredibly embarrassed, and asked the question a true gentleman would in such a situation.
"Are you sure? If you want, we can wait until you're ready," I said.
But in my mind, I was already imagining the positions I'd try with this little golden‑haired beauty.
"I've already decided. In fact, I feel like if I don't do it now, I'll never be able to gather the courage again. So… make love to me!" Yami said.
And immediately, she kissed Akira on the lips.
If anyone had overheard the words of the infamous assassin Konjiki no Yami—known across the galaxy as cold, ruthless, and heartless—they would surely think they were dreaming. After all, to the entire galaxy, Yami was untouchable. Those who dared try anything with her were now either buried in a graveyard or had become food for other beings.
But right now, before Akira, Yami wasn't that feared assassin. She was a maiden in love, wanting her future husband to make love to her, to make her completely his. Unthinkable for anyone who knew of her existence (except for Lala).
The kiss was so sudden that I didn't realize I had been kissed until seconds later. But the moment I did, I started kissing Yami back passionately.
I slid my tongue into her mouth, which Yami welcomed almost immediately. Our tongues intertwined, and we began a French kiss so long that we only broke apart when oxygen ran out.
"Yami, you're so beautiful," I said, caressing her lovely face.
"T‑thank you," Yami muttered shyly.
After that, I took a good look at her body. It was simply breathtaking—skin as smooth and white as silk, a figure that would make any man drool, and breasts that, while not the biggest, fit perfectly in one hand. And that was more than enough for me. Big breasts, small, medium, or almost nonexistent—I liked them all, and I'd never judge a girl by their size.
"Take off your underwear," I said.
At some point during the kiss, all of my clothes had vanished except for my shirt—for obvious reasons—so my cock was already out, standing tall, aching to penetrate the gorgeous woman in front of me.
"But… it's so embarrassing…" Yami said, her face crimson.
No one would've ever believed that Yami, someone who hated anything perverted, would one day be standing in front of a man in nothing but lingerie, about to have sex with him.
"Then let me help you," I said with a smile.
The moment I said that, Yami stiffened. What was more embarrassing—taking off her underwear herself, or having Akira do it for her? The answer was painfully obvious.
"W-wait, I'll take it off myself!" Yami blurted out, flustered.
She was already nervous and mortified by everything she had done and was about to do. If, on top of that, Akira were the one to undress her… she would simply die of embarrassment.
"I'll be waiting," I said.
With incredible shyness, Yami began removing her lingerie, starting with her black bra. When she finally unclasped it, I was able to admire those beautiful breasts I had always wanted to squeeze since the first time I saw her in the anime. Though small, they were gorgeous, and her nipples—already stiff—were pink and unbelievably enticing. Nipples that any man, whether a lover of big or small breasts, would want to suck on all day long.
Yami didn't notice Akira's stunned gaze as she continued, sliding down her last piece of clothing—her black panties.
When Yami finally pulled them off and revealed her pussy, my mind went blank for a few moments. Before me was a delicate pink slit, completely bare, untouched, and so inviting I wanted to taste it immediately, however…