The next morning began at 8:30 A.M. I was heading to Mrs. Samuel's house to repair some broken machinery. It seemed my list of odd jobs had grown again; now I was a mechanic, too. Who would have thought?
I ate a quick breakfast of last night's leftovers. Then, I picked up my heavy tool kit and my personal bag. Locking the door behind me was a must, so I made sure it was secure before stepping out into the day.
The main road was already busy, filled with working-class people rushing to their jobs. My first stop was my favorite bakery to buy my usual order of sandwiches.
It was the best bakery in the area. Not only were the prices cheap and the quality great, but the baker herself, Rose, was also very beautiful. The little bell on the door chimed as I entered. Rose looked up from behind the counter and noticed me immediately. I'm a regular customer who buys sandwiches here almost every day.
"The usual?" asked the blonde girl. She was dressed in a normal baker's outfit: a simple dress with a flour-dusted apron tied over it. Her name was Rose, and we'd gotten to know each other through small talk during my daily visits. She had a mature, curvy body with large breasts and a very pretty face. Wait, why am I looking at her breasts? I thought to myself, trying to focus on the task at hand.
"Yes, please," I said. Then, remembering the growing number of people in the alleyways, I added, "Oh, and can you add some more sandwiches today?" The sandwiches were so cheap and delicious that I didn't mind buying extra.
"Oh, okay," she replied. She turned and went into the back storage room. Since I was alone at the counter for a moment, I looked around. The shop had really improved from its early days as a third-rate bakery. Thanks to Rose's skill at making delicious food, it had quickly become popular with everyone.
She returned with extra cartons of sandwiches to restock the display and then added more to my usual order. "Here you go, sir!" she said, handing me the bag with her usual bright smile.
Even though I'd seen that same smile for over a year now, as a man, I still found it dangerously cute. It was so charming that I ended up leaving her a tip, just like I always did. Aw, man, I thought, feeling a little flustered. I picked up the bag of sandwiches, said goodbye, and turned to leave.
She gave a cheerful little jump and waved back. "Bye!" Her body moved with the gesture, and her breasts swayed. I felt my face grow slightly red and hurried out the door.
Sigh, that was... something else, I thought, catching my breath. Now it was time to go to Mrs. Samuel's house. On my way to the bus stop, I glanced toward the familiar alleyways. The same people I had fed yesterday were still there, huddled in the shadows. Hang in there, I thought. I'll be back soon!
With that in mind, I boarded the public bus. It was a cheap service I used when I needed to travel farther across the city.
The bus was filled with working-class people and a few senior citizens. Some listened to music through headphones, while others scrolled on their mobile phones. I took a seat, and a moment later, a girl who looked about 19 years old sat down right beside me. She had long, silky black hair and was wearing a college uniform. I couldn't help but notice that her breasts were so large that the buttons on her shirt were straining.
Many of the other men and women on the bus were staring at her. It must have been a regular occurrence for her, because she didn't pay any attention to them. I could feel the intense, jealous stares from people who wished they were sitting in my seat.
The girl beside me suddenly spoke up, her voice quiet. "Don't mind them," she said. "It has become quite normal for me. Well, I obviously can't control the shape of my body, so I can't say anything. If you are bothered by their stares, you can move to another place, you know."
Is she talking to me? I wondered. Why would anyone want to move away from someone so beautiful? Obviously, I wouldn't say that out loud. "It's okay," I replied. "I'm used to it, too." After all, I got my own share of stares when I was giving away free food in the alleyways, so it wasn't a new feeling for me.
She turned and stared at me directly. It was kind of hot the way she looked at me. As she moved, her breasts swayed gently. I tried my hardest not to look and instead focused on meeting her eyes.
She was still staring, and a smirk appeared on her face. "Heh, what is your name?" she asked.
She's asking for my name?! What is going on? I thought. This feels like a scene from a romance story! I told her my name, and a conversation started. She put her mobile phone in her pocket, and we began talking about regular things, like where we were from.
Her name was Cherry. She was from the neighboring country, Draconis. It was once a barren land filled with dragons eons ago, but now it was ruled by humans. She told me she had recently moved to Valoria for some personal matters. Since she didn't offer more details, I didn't try to pry.
Soon, her bus stop arrived. She stood up, a smile still on her face, and held out her hand for a handshake. It would have been awkward to refuse, so I shook hands with her. Then she left the bus.
Immediately, the stares that were on me shifted to the bus exit. People were watching her walk away. Man, they are so weird, I thought, but I found myself doing the same for a moment before I forced myself to look away.
My stop came not long after. I got off the bus and walked the rest of the way to Mrs. Samuel's house. The neighborhood was lively. I saw people walking their pets, workers heading to their jobs, and groups of girls chatting with their friends. It was a very active society.
This area was somewhat better than where I lived. I rarely saw anyone living in the alleyways here, which was a good thing. I don't like seeing people having to stay in alleys after losing everything to the Void.
I finally reached Mrs. Samuel's house and rang the doorbell. After a few minutes, she opened the door. She was an adult woman, wearing a regular, comfortable dress. She welcomed me inside warmly and offered me a cold drink.
Her house was very spacious and filled with modern technology. She explained which machines needed repairing and then relaxed on her comfy sofa, using her laptop.
I got to work. As I repaired the machines, I took a better look at her. She was very beautiful, and she also had a strong, athletic body with visible muscles. I wondered what kind of training she did to stay in such good shape.
When I was about halfway done, I noticed a stack of very dusty books in a storage area nearby. Their titles were: "Theories related to Void," "Study of Void," and "Mysteries of Void." I don't understand much about the Void, only that it's a dangerous phenomenon that has ended many lives. I don't even know when it first appeared; I'm just a regular citizen.
"Are you interested in those?" Mrs. Samuel's voice made me jump. I stood up quickly, panicked. Was she angry that I had been looking at her personal belongings?
"Haha, no need to panic," she laughed. "Those are old books I used to read. If you want them, you can keep them." She said this while sitting on the sofa. Maybe she didn't notice, but the movement caused her loose top to shift, showing a little of her cleavage.
"Oh, okay. Thank you," I said, and I put the books in my bag. I'm not much of a reader, but I didn't think having more information about the Void would be useless. She smiled and went back to using her laptop.
After some time, I finished the work. I had repaired all the machines that weren't working properly. The problems weren't that serious, but it's always better to fix something before it gets worse, right?
It was 3:50 P.M. Mrs. Samuel stood up from the sofa when she saw I was done. She took out her purse and paid me, her face bright and friendly. "You're a very reliable person. I suppose we'll be meeting frequently. Thanks for your service!"
She was a very sweet person. She even started to bow to show her gratitude. But because she was wearing loose clothing, when she bowed, her cleavage was showing again! I tried not to panic and quickly told her not to bow.
"Wait, ma'am, it was my job. You paid me for it. You don't have to go to such lengths," I said.
She looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression, then nodded in understanding.
Now it was time for me to go back. I picked up my tool kits and was just about to leave when the front door began to open. I almost bumped into another person who was about to enter the house.
I took a good look at her. She looked kind of unique. She was an adult with a powerfully muscular body that was even more impressive than Mrs. Samuel's. Her silky gold hair flowed freely, and she had very sharp, piercing eyes. I also noticed a large bow strapped to her back.
Is she cosplaying or something? I wondered. Cosplay isn't uncommon in this world; people often try to imitate heroes and other perfect life forms.
"Oh, welcome back, Atlanta!" Mrs. Samuel said from behind me.
I looked back at Mrs. Samuel. She was greeting this muscular woman. They must be friends.
Mrs. Samuel saw my puzzled face and laughed. "Haha, don't worry, she's not cosplaying. Don't you know about the past heroes?"
Past who? I looked at the muscular lady again, completely confused.
Mrs. Samuel laughed again. "Oh yeah, sorry, sorry. I forgot you don't have much information about the Void. Well, don't forget to read the books I gave you. Those are very important!"
I nodded and stepped aside to give the muscular lady, Atlanta, space to enter. She walked past me and immediately started a conversation with Mrs. Samuel. It sounded serious. Well, I didn't want to get involved in anything crazy, so I simply headed out, closing the door behind me.