"It feels so odd. I mean, look, he always comes and lives in my room like it's his, and now he's even using my bathroom, towel, and soap. It feels like we are a couple, like husband and wife. It feels quite good, but it would feel even better if it happened in reality. I guess I shouldn't think about it for now. But it does feel secure, comforting, and lovely to embrace him," Isha thought, waiting for Sky to emerge.
Soon, the bathroom door opened. Isha's attention immediately snapped to him, but her face flushed, and she quickly looked away.
"Why aren't you wearing your clothes?" Isha asked, her mind racing. He isn't trying to tease me, is he?
"Oh, that's because my clothes are dirty; I'm not going to wear them again. I'm thinking of throwing them away, but I don't have anything to wear. So I want to ask, do you have an oversized shirt, one that looks suitable for a boy?" Sky explained, standing before her in just a towel wrapped around his waist, his chest bare.
"I… I see. Let me check if I have something like that," Isha said, turning to her closet without meeting his gaze, though her eyes occasionally darted to his bare chest.
"Well, I guess I don't have anything like that," she announced. Sky's eyes widened.
"What the hell? Then what am I going to wear? That's not possible; search carefully, you'll find one. Even my sister wears those types of clothes, why can't you have one?" Sky countered, stepping closer to inspect the closet himself, a slight smile playing on Isha's lips as he approached.
"What's the problem if I don't have something like that?" Isha asked, looking at him.
"How will I return home then?"
"Why, you can fly, right?" she asked with a playful smile.
"Yeah, I can fly, but my mom, my sister—if they saw me like this, it would be very troublesome for me. Come on, stop talking and find something I can just temporarily wear," Sky urged, looking at the stack of clothes in the closet. Isha laughed at his desperation.
"Now you understand how I feel at that time?" she teased.
"Huh? Yes, I understand, now please find something," Sky said. Isha didn't press further and immediately handed him a shirt that was hers but looked suitable for a boy.
"What the hell, you had this? Yes, I can wear this!" Sky exclaimed with a smile, unfolding the shirt and liking what he saw.
"Yes, I did, but I wanted to teach you a lesson," Isha said with a smile. "By the way, you like it?"
"Okay, sorry for before, but yes, I do like this," Sky said, immediately pulling on the shirt. Isha watched him wear her shirt, a smile lingering on her lips. She couldn't quite explain the feeling of seeing her "lord" in her clothes; she wanted to burst into laughter but controlled herself not to make him feel strange.
But it's still so funny, he even said he likes it. Hehe, Isha thought to herself.
"Wow, it fits you so perfectly," Isha commented. Sky nodded with satisfaction, admiring himself in the mirror.
"Hmm, it does," Sky agreed, satisfied. Isha then asked, "Do you need pants as well, or you—"
"I do, but do you have something I can wear without any problem?" Sky asked, looking at the closet.
"Yes, I have regular full pants you can wear, but I don't guarantee they'll fit you," Isha said, pulling out a pair of seemingly new full pants.
"Oh, don't worry, I only need them until I reach home. Once I'm home, I'll change into my own clothes," Sky said, taking the pants before putting them on. Isha watched him change right in front of her but said nothing, simply observing as Sky put on the pants before returning the towel he had been wearing.
"Wait a sec, do you need me to wash it?" Sky asked about the towel. Isha immediately denied, taking the towel and tossing it onto a chair. She then remarked that the pants were a little short for him.
"Yeah, they're a little short, but it's okay. Since I'm done, I'm leaving," Sky said, picking up his blood-stained clothes, intending to dispose of them somewhere far away on his way.
"Wait, leaving already?"
"Yeah, don't worry, you won't have any problems anymore, at least not because of that person," Sky reassured her. Just then, his phone rang in his pants.
"Sillia called," Sky whispered, picking up the phone. "Yes, Sillia…"
"Where are you?" Sillia's voice came directly, her tone normal.
"I'm—I'm at my friend's house," Sky replied, glancing at Isha, who was staring at him with an unreadable smile. Sky was a little confused but said nothing.
"Mother was right; your feet can't stay at home at all. Anyway, when are you returning?" Sillia asked.
"Why, has something happened?" Sky asked.
"Ahh… just Mother is asking when you'll return, and told me to call and ask. So when are you returning? You haven't eaten your—" Sillia was in mid-sentence when suddenly Isha made an erotic sound and called out to him, instantly tensing Sky. He quickly muted the mic before asking,
"What the hell are you doing? Can't you see I'm talking with my sister?" Sky demanded of Isha. This only made Isha burst into crazy laughter, which confused Sky a little. He tried to continue his conversation while Isha struggled to control her laughter, having never seen Sky so flustered.
"Brother, was that a girl's voice?" Sillia asked, suspicion clear in her tone, having heard someone call Sky in an unusual voice.
"Ahh… Yeah… Sillia. Anyway, tell Mom I'm coming soo—Aghh~Sky, don't stop… aghhh…"
"Oh, fuck… hang up!" Sky cursed, cutting the call in a panic. Meanwhile, Isha was laughing hysterically at his reaction.
"HAHAHA… so funny… your reaction… oh man…" Isha giggled, rolling on the bed.