Morning light entered through the tall window in thin golden bars of illumination and landed straight across Aya’s bare back.
Renji was already awake.
He lay on his side with one arm under her pillow and the other draped heavy over the soft dip of her waist.
The thin blue nightgown had spent most of the night bunched under her arms or on the floor; right now it was nowhere useful.
Her thick thigh was hooked over his hip. Her tits pressed it's warm and heavy presence against his chest every time she breathed.
The room still smelled like sex and her vanilla lotion and the faint trace of whatever soap the castle used on the sheets.
Aya made a low, sleepy sound and shifted closer, rubbing her cheek against his collarbone.
“You’re staring,” she mumbled.
“You’re naked. Hard not to.”
She smiled without opening her eyes and rolled her hips once, slow, grinding the soft heat between her legs against his morning wood.
“Mm. Still hard. Greedy boy.”
“You started it last night.”
“And I’m finishing it this morning.”
She pushed him onto his back with zero effort and straddled him.
She was Heavy.
She was also Soft.
The full weight of those thighs settled on either side of his hips.
Her hair fell forward in a messy black curtain as she reached down, lined him up, and sank onto his cock in one smooth slide.
Both of them exhaled at the same time.
Aya’s head tipped back. A thick, satisfied moan rolled out of her throat.
Her walls were still a little puffy and sensitive from the night before, gripping him like they didn’t want to let go.
She started moving immediately—slow rolls of her hips that made her tits sway and the soft roll of her stomach flex. Renji’s hands settled on the thick flare of her waist and just held on while she used him.
{Fuck me. Best alarm clock in two worlds. Thick girlfriend on my dick before breakfast and I—I don’t even have a room. Life is good. F-rank for the win baby.}
She rode him like she had all morning and nowhere to be. Deep. Steady.
The wet sound of her sliding up and down filled the quiet room. Every time she dropped her weight he felt it in his stomach.
Her nails dug into his chest when she got closer. He thrust up to meet her and she moaned louder, one hand flying to her own tit to squeeze while the other stayed planted on him for balance.
“Renji—right there, don’t stop—”
He didn’t.
He kept the pace until her thighs started shaking and she came with a broken little cry, pulsing hard around him. The rhythmic squeeze dragged him over right after. He held her hips down and spilled deep inside her again, groaning against the soft skin of her throat when she collapsed forward.
They stayed like that for a while. Sticky. Warm. Her heartbeat thudding against his.
Eventually Aya lifted her head and kissed him, slow and messy.
“We should get up,” she said, but she made no move to climb off. “Training starts soon. I heard the knights talking last night.”
“Don’t care.”
“I know. But if you stay in bed all day the hero might come looking for his missing sidekick.”
Renji snorted. “Takumi can choke.”
Still, they got up.
Aya pulled the nightgown back on just long enough to dig through the small wardrobe the castle had provided. Simple training clothes—dark pants, a fitted shirt that still strained across her chest, soft boots. They hadn’t given Renji anything, so he put yesterday’s school uniform back on. Wrinkled. Smelled like her. He didn’t mind.
They stepped into the hallway together.
The same scar-eyebrow knight from last night was posted at the far end, arms crossed, looking like he’d sucked on something sour. His eyes locked on Renji the second the door opened. Then they flicked to Aya, to the way she was still holding Renji’s hand, to the obvious fact that the F-rank had spent the night in a real bed.
The knight’s jaw flexed.
Renji gave him the exact same flat stare from last night.
{1-0 becomes 2-0, you armored disappointment. I got my dick wet in a soft bed while you stood out here guarding empty air. How’s that stable straw treating your personality?}
Aya noticed the tension and squeezed Renji’s fingers harder, stepping half a pace in front of him like her B-rank Beast Tamer body could actually stop a knight if it came to it. Possessive. Thick thighs set. The shirt they’d given her pulled tight across her chest with every breath.
“Problem?” she asked the knight, voice sweet and cold at the same time.
The man looked her up and down once, then back at Renji.
“The F-rank was told to sleep with the animals.”
“He slept with me instead,” Aya said. “Any other questions?”
The knight’s mouth tightened. He didn’t answer. Just turned on his heel and walked off toward the courtyard, armor clinking like it was offended.
Renji watched him go.
{Yeah. Keep walking. I’ll erase the concept of your next promotion one day. For now I’ll just keep fucking my girlfriend in the bed you tried to deny me. Priorities.}
They headed downstairs.
The eastern courtyard was already filling up.
Sixteen students in mismatched training clothes stood in a loose cluster on packed dirt while a handful of knights and one older mage arranged wooden practice weapons on a rack. The morning air smelled like dust and horse and distant kitchen smoke. Sunlight bounced off polished armor.
Takumi was already in the center of everything, swinging the holy sword like he was filming a commercial.
“Watch the form, people. Divine Blade isn’t just for show. Once I channel the holy energy it’s over for any demon that looks at me wrong.”
Mika the Wind Mage clapped. Daichi the Shield Knight nodded like he was taking notes. A couple of the quieter kids just looked tired.
Yuki the healer stood a little apart from the group, silver-blond hair tied back, soft blue eyes scanning the courtyard. When she spotted Renji she actually looked relieved.
She walked over immediately.
“You’re okay,” she said. “I was worried after last night. Did they find you a room?”
“Something like that,” Renji answered.
Aya’s arm slid around his waist from the other side, thumb stroking the skin under his shirt in a clear claim. Yuki’s gaze flicked to the gesture, then away, a faint pink touching her cheeks.
“I’m glad. If the knights give you any more trouble… tell me. I can speak to the head mage.”
“Appreciate it.”
{Soft beauty healer checking on the F-rank while my thick girlfriend marks her territory. This world is already writing itself. Don’t get any ideas, Yuki. This dick is booked solid.}
The older mage clapped his hands.
“Form lines. We will test basic combat capability before assigning parties. Holy Swordsman—front. Shield Knight beside him. Mages and support to the rear. Beast Tamer—you will demonstrate familiar summoning if possible. F-rank…” The mage looked at Renji like he was a stain. “Stay out of the way. Observe.”
Perfect.
Renji found a shady spot near the wall and leaned against it with his arms crossed. Aya stayed close for a minute longer, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before she moved to her place in line. The kiss left a little wet shine on his skin. He didn’t wipe it off.
Training started the way these things always started.
Takumi went first and made a production out of everything. He activated Divine Blade, gold light wrapping the practice sword, and proceeded to cut three wooden dummies into neat pieces while narrating his own greatness. The knights actually looked impressed. A few classmates cheered.
{Look at him go. S-rank hero. Savior of the realm. Future statue in the capital. Meanwhile his personality is a participation trophy with abs. If the Demon Lord has ears I hope he’s laughing.}
Daichi took heavy hits on a tower shield and barely moved. Mika launched wind blades that knocked targets sideways. A quiet boy with an A-rank Archer class put three arrows in the same dummy head from fifty paces. Yuki demonstrated a small healing wave that closed a shallow cut one of the knights volunteered for.
Then it was Aya’s turn.
She stepped into the open dirt, closed her eyes, and held out one hand. Mana gathered around her fingers in soft orange threads. The ground near her feet cracked. A low, rumbling growl rolled across the courtyard as a bipedal wolf the size of a small car pulled itself out of a swirling orange portal. Dark fur. Red eyes. Claws like kitchen knives. It huffed once and sat on its haunches beside her like an oversized dog that could remove faces.
The knights murmured. Takumi actually stopped talking.
Aya scratched behind the beast’s ear like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Good boy,” she said. Then she glanced over her shoulder at Renji and winked.
{That’s my girl. Summons a nightmare wolf and still looks at me like she’s thinking about riding me again the second this is over. Marry her. Wait. Already basically did.}
The mage nodded approvingly.
“Excellent. Beast Tamer will serve well on the front line with support capacity.”
Aya dismissed the wolf with a wave. It dissolved back into orange light. She walked straight back to Renji’s side instead of returning to the line, slipping under his arm and resting her head against his shoulder like the exercise had tired her out. Her hand found the waistband of his pants and stayed there, fingers hooked possessively.
The mage cleared his throat.
“F-rank. You will at least attempt a basic strike. Pick up a wooden sword.”
Renji pushed off the wall with a long-suffering sigh and dragged himself over to the rack like every step weighed fifty kilos. He picked up the lightest practice blade, held it wrong on purpose, and shuffled into the open space.
{Time for the performance. Make it pathetic. Make it memorable. Make the scar-knight feel validated so he stays predictable.}
He swung at the nearest dummy.
The wooden sword bounced off harmlessly. He staggered back three steps like the impact had nearly dislocated his shoulder, dropped the sword, and clutched his wrist with a pained hiss.
“Ow—shit—my arm—”
A few classmates laughed. Takumi laughed loudest.
“F-rank strength, baby. Stats don’t lie.”
The scar-eyebrow knight from last night stood off to the side with his arms crossed and a satisfied smirk. Renji caught his eye, let his lower lip wobble just a little, and looked away like he was fighting tears of humiliation.
{Cry more, you walking suit of insecurity. I could delete the concept of “wooden dummy” and the concept of “your smug face” in the same breath. Instead I’ll just keep collecting these little 1-0 moments until the pile is big enough to matter. Horny first. Petty revenge second. Murder third. Healthy balance.}
Yuki started toward him with glowing hands, already ready to heal a sprain that didn’t exist. Aya got there first. She wrapped both arms around Renji from behind, pressing those soft tits into his back, and glared at anyone still chuckling.
“He’s done for today,” she announced. “I’m taking him back. If the Demon Lord shows up early you can all handle it with your shiny ranks.”
No one argued.
The mage looked like he wanted to, but Aya’s wolf had left a lingering impression and her expression said she was one second from summoning it again. He waved them off.
Aya kept her arm around Renji’s waist the entire walk back through the corridors. Every few steps her hand slipped lower, squeezing his ass or brushing the front of his pants like she was already planning the afternoon. When they passed the scar-knight again she made sure to lean up and kiss Renji full on the mouth right in front of him—slow, deep, with a little tongue and a soft moan that carried.
The knight looked away first.
Renji smiled against her lips.
{3-0. And the day’s not even half over.}
They made it back to her room without further interruptions. Aya kicked the door shut, shoved him against it, and kissed him harder. Her hands were already under his shirt. His were already on her thick ass, kneading, pulling her flush against him so she could feel he was hard again.
“Training was boring,” she muttered between kisses. “You’re more fun.”
“I’m F-rank. Boredom is my specialty.”
“Good. Stay specialized.”
She pushed him toward the bed. He let her. The back of his knees hit the mattress and he sat. Aya climbed into his lap immediately, knees bracketing his hips, and rolled her core against the hard line in his pants with zero shame.
“We have hours until lunch,” she said, already pulling her shirt off. Her tits spilled free, heavy and soft, nipples tight from the cool air and the friction. “I’m using all of them.”
Renji’s hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of those tits, then higher so he could squeeze.
“Door locked?”
“Does it matter?”
“Not really.”
She laughed, low and dirty, and reached between them to free his cock. One stroke. Two. Then she sank down onto him again with a shared groan that felt like the only honest sound in the entire castle.
Outside, wooden swords kept clacking and Takumi kept shouting about holy energy.
Inside, Aya rode him slow and deep, thick thighs flexing, soft stomach rolling, tits bouncing in his face every time she dropped her weight. Renji leaned back on his hands and watched her work, memorizing the flush on her cheeks and the way her mouth fell open when she angled her hips just right.
{Best decision I ever made, staying F-rank on paper. Let the hero collect the glory. I’ll collect this. Every day. Twice on days the knights piss me off.}
Aya leaned down, pressed her forehead to his, and whispered, “You’re thinking something stupid and horny again.”
“Always.”
“Good. Keep doing it.”
She kissed him and kept moving, the bed creaking a steady rhythm under them while the rest of the summoned heroes trained for a war Renji had already decided he would only fight when it interfered with this.
Void stayed quiet in the back of his mind.
It could wait.
Everything else could wait.
Right now the only concept that mattered was the thick, wet heat of his girlfriend taking what she wanted, and the simple fact that the stable still had an empty patch of straw that would never feel him in it.