As I paused my activities, I took in my surroundings. The room was filled with the scent of a woman, her eyes closed, likely due to the strain I had put her under. She wasn't nude; perspiration and a bit of saliva clung to her skin and her dress. Her nipples pressed against her bra, and her panties were soaked with her essence as she remained on her knees.
The bed was a mess—some pillows had fallen off, while others were near Mira's face. A puddle had formed beneath her, slowly being absorbed by the blanket and probably the mattress. Despite the image of satisfaction she presented, I glanced down at my pants, where the tension was evident. I realized I had blue-balled myself badly; it was a consequence of my own choices, and there was little I could do about it now.
I considered visiting another woman, but then I looked at her resting face and the chaos we had created. I had promised myself this wouldn't be a one-time affair, so I knew there was work to be done.
It took me two hours to clean and tidy the room. Afterward, I watched her sleep in one of her daughters' rooms. Since her condition wasn't good for sleeping, I took the time to clean her up. I used a damp towel to wipe away her sweat, carefully removing her clothes, including her underwear. Once I ensured she was clean, I dried her off with another towel and dressed her in some underwear and pajamas from her drawer. I was gentle with her, and she didn't stir, even when I was a bit rough.
Feeling remorseful for my earlier actions, I decided to use [Massage] to help her achieve the best rest of her life. This might also help in establishing a continued relationship. While I stroked her head, I chose to stay awake and do something else.
I used [Dungeon Creation] to explore her list of dungeons:
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Dungeon List (Mira Tsubakihara)
- Human Dungeon
- Heart Desire (Quest Dungeon)
//
I had seen the [Human Dungeon] option before; as its name suggests, it is filled with human enemies. I might check in the future to see whether their drops are consistent or vary from person to person.
However, I was more intrigued by the second option—a quest dungeon. I didn't have a [Quest] function, nor did I want to live my life dictated by quests. I didn't want to take on tasks solely for rewards or to avoid punishments. It reminded me of being an independent person forced into a war as a mercenary; just because there was a potential reward didn't mean I wanted to participate.
Thus, I disabled the quest function in my real life and other contexts. However, I decided to adapt it to work with dungeons. Even in games, dungeons often don't revolve solely around killing monsters; sometimes there are missions to complete or people to interact with. Therefore, I created these quest dungeons.
Theoretically, they can offer different rewards and special features, making them worthwhile to enter. I have several of them, most associated with skills or abilities, such as the [Auditorium] or the [Grasslands]. The only limitation is that quest dungeons can be recorded but are single-use; once you complete one, it disappears. You can enter and exit each dungeon like you would a normal one, with the exception of their distinctive appearance: they are color-coded in green, or tinted with another special color that indicates their difficulty, ranging from yellow to red.
Additionally, and perhaps most importantly, you cannot die inside a quest dungeon. If your health drops to zero or you are killed, you respawn inside, and the dungeon restarts.
Pretty neat, huh?
Anyway, I selected her quest dungeon and entered it. I found myself in a grand hall made of white marble, flooded with light, even though there was no visible sun or other source of illumination.
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Heard Desire (Mira Tsubakihara)
Quest: Kill the [Shadow Memory]
//
This quest dungeon was simple and straightforward, making it perfect for my first real challenge. I spawned at the top of a set of stairs, and below me, in the center of the hall, stood a figure emitting black smoke.
[Shadow Memory - Lv.2]
From what I could see, it was a man in his thirties, with crimson red eyes and an expression devoid of emotion. He was watching me but did not attack or advance.
Instead of moving down, I conjured a [Mana Arrow] aimed directly at him. My mana decreased by 32 points. This arrow wasn't quite like the ones I'd created in the [Zombie Dungeon], but I wanted to test a theory.
As I expected, the arrow struck an invisible barrier.
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Notice: Quest Enemy won't take damage unless you're inside the arena.
//
"Huh, this place definitely has the feel of a Boss Arena... well, his level isn't too high, so I doubt the fight will be very exciting," I thought.
I walked down the stairs, and as I reached the last step, the barrier appeared but did not hinder my entrance. The moment I stepped inside, the [Shadow Memory] began to scream and charged at me.
My response? A [Mana Arrow] straight to his face, and—
//
You defeated [Shadow Memory - Lv. 2]
+10 Shards
//
He lost his head and evaporated into motes of black. Was he really that weak? He dropped 10 Shards and left behind a sheet where he had vanished.
This was the first time I encountered an enemy that dropped loot, which meant I didn't have an automatic looting function. But that was fine by me. I actually enjoyed gathering loot and discovering what it was—something I always loved in games during my past life.
It was thrilling to see what equipment enemies would drop, to examine their effects, and to spend hours farming for countless rewards until I finally acquired what I wanted.
A screen appeared in front of me, but I set it aside to examine the sheet first. Since I didn't have an [Observe] skill, I couldn't gather detailed information about any item, but I doubted it was cursed or anything.
As I picked it up, I felt a laugh bubbling up. The sheet contained facts about Mira:
1. Mira likes to be called by name.
2. Mira wants to be desired.
3. Mira wants to be loved.
4. Mira wants to be cared for.
5. Mira still thinks about her late husband.
"So, it's telling me how to win her over and track my progress? That makes sense. After all, this dungeon is named [Heart Desire]."
I placed the sheet in my inventory, labeling it [Mira Tsubakihara Report #1]. I couldn't use [Observe], but as long as an item was in my inventory, I could see its name. While it wasn't much, at least I had a name for it. If I ever needed more information about the item, I could check the [Shop]. Although the shop wouldn't provide every detail, it offered general descriptions.
Next, I glanced at the quest completion screen.
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Heart Desire (Mira Tsubakihara) is completed!
Reward: Gamer Phone
Additional note: It is indestructible, and you can recall it from anywhere. You can use it to call everyone, everywhere, even in different worlds with different calling methods. You can download apps on it, and it has some other special functions. Its only downside is that it is a bit slow...
//
The phone materialized in my hands, and I was surprisingly excited to have something like this.
"Ah? Pff... Hahahahaha!"
As it appeared, I couldn't stop laughing, and tears welled up in my eyes. Because in my hand, I held...
The Legendary Phone...
The Nokia 3310!
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(POV: Mira Tsubakihara)
"Hmm..."
I woke up feeling unlike ever before. Last night's sleep was the best I'd ever had, but I was a bit confused. This wasn't my room.
"Did I wander into Nina's room while I was asleep?"
I wasn't sure, but as I got up from the bed, the memories of last night started to resurface.
"Oh... oh my god..."
My face instantly turned red. Yesterday, I had been a bit more... vocal than usual, and that guy, Masachika, was the first one to go down like that. It had been such a good time after all...
"Maybe we'll encounter each other again," I thought. "After all, he mentioned that he was taking some time off from his studies nearby..."
That boy—no, man—was great in the ways that mattered.
"He even changed me and took me to another clean room..."
It was the first time someone had taken care of me. At least it meant that yesterday wasn't just a night of casual encounters.
But before I could think more about it, I decided to kickstart my day.
"Let's start with breakfast... wait, what is that scent?"
As I opened the door, a heavenly aroma wafted in my direction.
Curious, I made my way to the kitchen, and the scene surprised me.
"Good morning, Mira," said a boy in a kitchen apron, placing breakfast on the table.
"Since you looked so relaxed in your sleep, I let you stay in bed a bit longer. But since it's almost 10 o'clock, I prepared a light breakfast for us."
How sweet...
"Thank you... wait, it's 10 o'clock?!"
No, there's no time to eat! I need to remove the covers, open the window, and wash both the covers and yesterday's clothes before—
A hand gently guided me to sit at the table, not forcefully, but with reassurance.
"I'm sure you're worried about yesterday's mess, but don't worry..."
As I ate, he started to tell me about his day—how yesterday he had cleaned, dressed me, and moved me to another room, detailing what he washed and where he put some other things.
"Thank you, Masachika-kun, it means a lot to me."
Usually, I'm not so passive, but his presence was captivating.
"Also, I'm sorry for yesterday... I didn't... you know..."
Damn it! It was frustrating how I couldn't finish that sentence. Even though I'm quite perverted, if I say so myself, I felt like a schoolgirl talking to her crush.
"Well, don't worry. You don't know it, but I'm quite the egotistical lover, and I enjoyed your reactions yesterday. There's no need to apologize for something I liked."
His words ended with a look from him—his enchanting eyes looking at me, through me, making me feel strange.
"I-I see..."
I could sense his desire—to ravish me, to make me moan... to claim me. As scary as that was, it was exhilarating.
"Maybe we could... you know... keep in touch sometimes? Since I left you yesterday, could I return the favor?"
His answer was a smile that made me feel giddy all over.
"I'd love to, Mira."
A shiver ran down my spine. He was quite skilled at whispering, wasn't he?
"Then, since I'm sure there will be more times together, let's exchange numbers. But!"
He took a phone out of his pocket—one that was different from the usual ones; it was old enough to only show black and white...
"I'm more interested in you, so... I'll give you this one. It's only for the important people in my life, and no one else..."
Once again, shivers coursed through my body. His speech, his eyes, and his hidden desires overwhelmed me.
But sadly, it was time for me to stop being Mira the woman and become Mira the mom.
So, ignoring the flirting and other innuendos, we talked a bit more, cleaned the plates, and I accompanied him to the door when a question from yesterday came to mind.
"By the way, Masachika-kun, how old are you?"
He opened the door, his figure nearly illuminated by the sunlight flooding into the hallway.
"Next time, maybe I'll tell you."
Then the door closed, and I made my way to the living room, ready to call my daughter. But first, I decided to take a moment on the sofa.
I put my head down and glanced at my phone, where a new number was present.
'The Man.'
He was a bit childish, after all.