Five minutes later, Kenshin and Aya were drinking hot coffee and snacking on bread with jerky.
The tired couple simply didn’t have time to cook.
“What did you say this drink is called?” the girl asked, taking a sip, enjoying the unusual sweet taste.
“Coffee.
And we’re lucky this coffee has sugar in it, otherwise it would be undrinkable.
Eh, if only I could sell it…” the young man muttered bitterly, staring at one point, lost in dreams of how much easier his life would be if he could sell things from his old world.
Kenshin still couldn’t figure out where to find a teacher for his future children, or where to get the money for an expensive guide on chakra.
Aya had told him that basic guides on using chakra were sold in the cities, but only very talented people could train using them, and they could never rise above genin.
The girl spoke very disparagingly of such “guides,” calling it all a scam.
In her opinion, only a genius could train using such guides.
But if a person was a genius, they could easily enter the Ninja Academy, and then they wouldn’t need guides at all.
“That won’t work… And that won’t work either… In that case, they’d just kill me… Too dangerous…” the young man mused about ways to monetize his formation creation skills, running through options in his head.
“I’ve got it!
I could sell backpacks with a weight-lightening formation!..
No… Serious people would immediately come after something like that, and at best, I’d be tied to a workbench, forced to make those same bags for the rest of my life…” the young man argued with himself, trying to think of a clever way to make money while staying safe.
Unable to come up with anything, he finished his coffee and noticed that Aya was sitting there, just admiring his face and smiling.
“M?” Kenshin raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“Something happen?”
“Something did.
I love you, Nakayama Kenshin,” Aya declared with a smile, continuing to admire her man.
“Umm, I love you too, my dear,” Kenshin muttered, a bit flustered, then moved closer to the girl and gently kissed her sweet lips.
“Mmm…” Aya moaned, closing her eyes, enjoying the kiss.
“Alright, I need to work on the lighting in our bedroom.
Rest for now, you’ve been through a lot today…” Kenshin said, pecking her on the forehead and getting up from the table.
“Mm-hmm,” the girl agreed and began to explore the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Kenshin worked on the lighting in the bedroom.
He didn’t want primitive lighting in his house, tied to the simplest runes and eternal operation, so he first went through the now-familiar operation with the lampshade to avoid working in the dark, and then began scratching squiggles known only to him on the ceiling, intending to run an energy node from the “lamp” to the “switch” on a principle similar to the electrical wiring from his past world.
Having run the line to an ordinary plastic switch, he paused to think for a moment, then began to dismantle the switch, taking it apart into small pieces.
Picking up the familiar small nail, he winced, lamenting the lack of a proper tool, but began to inscribe the missing runes on the inside of the switch.
Finished, the young man mounted the switch back in place and laughed joyfully.
“Ha-ha-ha, it worked!
Aya, come here, look!” Kenshin shouted, in excellent spirits.
The girl literally burst into the room and asked in a frightened voice, “Kenshin?
What happened?!”
The young man hugged her and, in his joy, lifted her into the air.
“Look, my dear, your husband is a genius!” the young man declared proudly, and flicked the switch, moving it to the “off” position.
The light in the room suddenly went out.
Then the young man flicked the switch again, and the light came back on.
“Well?
What do you think?” Kenshin asked, admiring the surprised expression on the girl’s face.
“Wow, that’s incredible!
Now we can turn off this bright light when we go to sleep!
Kenshin, you’re so wonderful!” the girl said happily, and was pulled back into the young man’s strong embrace.
He lifted her robe and possessively placed both hands on her young bottom.
“Ah, god, Kenshin, stop it…” Aya moaned.
“Alright, alright.
Here, you try it yourself.”
Aya pressed the switch and squealed with delight, happy as a little girl.
“By the way, since you’re here, take a look at our bedroom.
What do you think?” Kenshin said, putting his arm around the girl’s waist.
The blue-eyed beauty only now came down from her childish joy and looked around.
“God, Kenshin, it’s simply wonderful!
It’s like we’ve stepped into the Daimyo’s chambers…” Aya whispered in admiration, and walked over to the large double bed.
Then she did something Kenshin didn’t expect — with a delighted squeal, she jumped forward and sprawled out on the big, soft bed.
Her robe rode up, and the young man couldn’t help but groan, enjoying the sight of her long legs, her small firm bottom, and her visible pink pussy.
Kenshin couldn’t help himself.
He walked over to the bed, shedding his robe as he went, grabbed the girl by the legs, and pulled her towards him.
“Ah, Kenshin, what—” She didn’t have time to finish the sentence before she felt the large purple head of the young man’s cock rubbing against her pussy.
The next fifteen minutes, the girl could only moan, whimper, and mumble incoherent words.
Her mind was in disarray from the relentless, hard thrusts of the large cock inside her small, tight pussy.
“Uuunnggh, aaah, yes!” Aya sobbed as Kenshin twisted her arms behind her back and began driving into her tight hole even harder.
A few minutes later, Aya’s pussy clenched wildly, her thighs trembled, and her eyes rolled back.
A moan mixed with a squeal escaped her lips, and she came.
“Uuuuuunnnnggh!
Uuuf, yes, yes, yes, Kenshin… God, aaah!” Aya sobbed, reveling in the overwhelming orgasm.
Kenshin couldn’t withstand the maddening clench of her already tight pussy, and flooded the small pussy of the fragile girl with an abundant amount of cum, prolonging her orgasm.
Then the young man climbed onto the bed and collapsed in exhaustion.
Aya lay there for another half minute with her buttocks protruding and cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy, then mewed softly and crawled into Kenshin’s arms, laying her head on his chest, breathing heavily.
After lying like that for a while, Kenshin pecked the girl on the back of her head and said, “Get some sleep, sweetheart.
It’s been a hard day…” He carefully got up from the bed, not wanting to disturb the dozing girl, and went to adjust the lighting in the other rooms.
After working for about two hours, Kenshin finished with the lighting in the last room and found the girl in the kitchen.
She was busily arranging grains and spices into drawers, not noticing the young man standing in the doorway.
“Rested?” he said, hugging her from behind and kissing her tender neck.
“Mm-hmm…” Aya moaned, arching her neck to give better access to her beloved man’s restless lips.
“I’m done with the rooms.
Want to take a look?”
“Mm-hmm.” Aya nodded and followed Kenshin.
One of the rooms was a smaller copy of the master bedroom, with a single bed, a small nightstand, a dresser with a large mirror, and a huge wardrobe for clothes.
The second room was made like a barracks, with four small beds, four nightstands, and one large wardrobe.
“Why so many beds in one room?” Aya drawled thoughtfully.
“When we have children, they’ll need somewhere to live.
I’m not keeping them in our bedroom when they grow up.
Don’t even ask.”
“And how long will they take to grow?” Aya asked with interest.
“I don’t know myself, but about two weeks…”
“WHAT?!
Two weeks?
But… But I won’t even have time to cuddle the baby before it grows up… God, Kenshin, I still can’t believe this is happening…” Aya said with a sigh.
“Everything will be fine.
The main thing is not to worry about anything…” Kenshin whispered, hugging the girl from behind.
The young man had run lighting to all the rooms except the large “gym.” He decided to put that off until tomorrow, because the gym was much larger than the other rooms and needed at least four lamps.
The ceiling in the gym was much higher, and Kenshin couldn’t have managed that task in a few hours.
Besides, he had to figure out how to connect all the bulbs to a single switch — an idea barely feasible with his current set of knowledge, and one he should tackle with a fresh mind.
It was almost ten in the evening, and Kenshin felt very tired, so he went to bed.
Aya followed his example, but brought a children’s book with her, enthusiastically reading by the light of the bedside lamp, which Kenshin had “improved” in advance.
The young man wasn’t interested in all those books; he already knew the system only allowed him to obtain special books that contained no educational information.
“Who created this system… And why did it choose me… Maybe I’m just a toy in the hands of higher beings, and they’re laughing while placing bets on how long I’ll last… Damn, so many questions, and so few answers…” With these thoughts, the young man fell into a deep sleep, pressing the fragile body of the young beauty against him.