Aya woke up, looked around, and didn’t find Kenshin beside her.
Looking at the clock, she saw it was already 7:30 in the morning.
Stretching and yawning, the girl shuffled toward the kitchen, completely unaware that her robe was wide open, her small but perky tits on full display.
Kenshin, meanwhile, was just drinking coffee and nearly choked when he saw the incredibly beautiful body of the young girl.
She looked so tender and innocent, with a sleepy expression and slightly tousled hair, that Kenshin couldn’t help himself and pulled the girl onto his lap.
“Sleep well, beautiful?” Kenshin asked, kissing her tender neck.
“Mm-hmm.
I’ve never slept so well in my life!
God, our new home is wonderful, I can hardly believe I’m not dreaming…” Aya purred.
“Well, we need to make sure!” the young man said, and lightly pinched her firm buttock.
“Ow!
Kenshin, stop it…” the girl moaned, rubbing her butt against the young man’s beginning-to-stir cock.
Then the girl got up and poured herself some coffee, remembering yesterday’s explanations on how to brew this miracle drink.
After finishing breakfast with the same bread and jerky, Kenshin announced, “Come here.
Look, this is a stove for cooking.
While you were sleeping, I did everything, and all you have to do is learn how to use it.
Here, you turn this switch, and the stove surface starts heating up.
Turn it back — the stove stops heating and turns off.
Got it?”
“Mmm, I think so… But I need to try it a little.” Aya drawled thoughtfully, trying to grasp the mechanism of using the stove.
“Alright, let’s try it on a simple example…”
After finishing the explanation, Kenshin made sure the girl understood everything, and ordered, “Okay, let’s go, you’ll help me set up the lighting in the gym, and then you can play with the stove and cook something.”
Aya didn’t even think of objecting to the young man’s commanding tone and was ready to obey without question.
A few hours later, Kenshin, with Aya’s help, finished the lighting in the gym, and drenched in sweat from exhaustion, headed for the shower, calling the girl with him.
In the shower, Aya was pressed against the glass door and roughly fucked.
Her small, firm tits pressed against the fogged-up glass, outlining a silhouette of incredible beauty.
Kenshin was increasingly accepting his role as the head of the family and future clan.
A dominant and strong-willed essence was awakening in him invisibly, so he didn’t hesitate to take what was his, fucking the girl quite roughly right in the shower.
Aya, for her part, was only happy with such authoritative actions from her man and gave herself completely to the pleasure.
“Maybe the system changed Aya’s preferences in sex, so she’s insanely happy with rough sex?
Or maybe the system has nothing to do with it, and it’s part of her nature?..” Kenshin mused, drying the girl’s tender body with a large fluffy towel.
Aya’s thighs were still trembling from the aftermath of a powerful orgasm, and there were still sparks in her eyes.
She pressed herself against the young man’s strong body and purred, “Uuf, that was wonderful… I never would have thought I liked roughness…”
Kenshin didn’t answer, only smiled, then kissed the sweet cherry lips of the petite Japanese girl, gently squeezing her firm buttock.
Then each decided to mind their own business.
Aya was going to cook porridge and wash their clothes.
And Kenshin decided to scout the immediate area and set up primitive snares for rabbits, improving the traps with formations.
He understood they wouldn’t have enough food for long, so he seriously thought about drawing a huge formation for catching animals.
Sticking his head out of the “shelter,” Kenshin froze and listened.
Hearing nothing suspicious, he stepped out and walked toward the cave exit.
After spending several hours on “reconnaissance,” Kenshin concluded that the mountains he had settled in were impassable and impregnable.
It took about ten minutes to walk to the forest, so he quickly set up primitive snares, grabbed the first stick he found, and drew symbols on the ground that only he understood.
When he finished, the symbols flashed blue for a split second and disappeared.
Damaging the formation’s “blueprint” didn’t harm it at all, because once created, it was imprinted on a fairly large area around it, and only a person familiar with formations could disrupt it.
Kenshin decided that there were no powerful beings in this world capable of detecting and erasing his formations, but then images of Madara of the Six Paths, Kaguya, and Hamura with Hagoromo came to mind.
He involuntarily shuddered at the unpleasant associations with these images and changed his mind, deciding that beings of that level could see and easily destroy all beginner-level formations.
After setting up ten of the simplest snares, the young man headed home.
The sun had long been at its zenith and was mercilessly blazing, urging Kenshin to return to the coolness of his home as quickly as possible and enjoy the lunch prepared by his beloved wife.
* * *
After lunch, Kenshin decided to train and ran about fifty laps around the gym, not wanting to leave the shelter unnecessarily.
Then he started lifting weights and practicing punches on the bag, recalling his youthful boxing lessons.
After an hour of training, Kenshin set up an alarm formation at the cave entrance, tuned to the movements of both humans and animals, with different signals.
When triggered, the formation released a small amount of natural energy that spread in waves like ripples on water, letting all formation specialists feel the signal.
The young man wasn’t worried that among the “intruders” there might accidentally be a formation specialist.
By his estimates, such specialists didn’t exist in this world at all, and even experts in “Fuinjutsu” were only superficially similar; the two methods were fundamentally different at their core.
While “fuin” was based on chakra, “formations” were built on a completely different type of energy called “mana.”
After finishing setting up the alarm, Kenshin worked on reinforcing the door, wanting to minimize potential problems.
The system itself had created the shelter from stronger materials, making it about twice as strong, but the young man wasn’t satisfied with that, and he spent an hour drawing a formation on the entire door, strengthening its defensive properties by another factor of two.
“Hmm, now even a Chunin-level shinobi would find it very difficult to break through this wall with their techniques… On the other hand, if a Chunin-level shinobi comes here, sooner or later they’ll break through the door, and I’m dead, but God protects the cautious…” the young man thought bitterly, and decided not to clutter his head with unnecessary thoughts, but to get down to important matters, of which he had accumulated quite a few.