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The place? A random house located in j.a.pan.
(Even though it was my house)
The story? A boy (me) and an angel (Dokuro-chan), sitting together in a room covered with Tatami mats.
"Hey, Sakura-kun!"
"Yeah?"
The smell of my mother (age 38 this year) cooking curry drifted into the room. The sun was setting in the west. It seemed that the time was dusk.
I was sitting in the television room next to the kitchen, trying my best to finish up my homework before dinner. The table was sprawled full with books.
"What are you doing?"
Asked Dokuro-chan with her angelic voice, as she suddenly cuddled me from behind.
Her love for me was always very pa.s.sionate.
"It... It"s obvious, isn"t it? I"m trying to do my homework..."
My voice was trembling at that point.
"Eh~~ Home~ work~? Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha~"
"A-A-Ahhhhhhhhh! Dokuro-chan! Don"t grip my neck like that! You"re gonna crush my windpipe! Mom, help me! I"m about to be strangled to death by Dokuro-chan!!"
You see, Dokuro-chan"s love for me was always very pa.s.sionate.
In fact, it was so pa.s.sionate, it was sometimes lethal.
"Why does Sakura-kun have to do his homework?"
"Huh?"
"You have me here, don"t you..."
Said Dokuro-chan after she released my throat from her vice-grip, as she turned to look at me with tear-filled eyes.
"Dokuro-chan, what do you mean?"
I said as I glanced in the mirror hanging on the wall, noticing a wound similar to that of being lashed at with a whip on my neck.
"I came all the way from the future for Sakura-kun, and all you can think about is studying?"
"Ah, do you mean to tell me that you"ll do my homework for me?"
"Of course not, you idiot!"
Swoosh~
A slicing gust of wind ripped across my forehead, as blood trickled down from a freshly opened wound.
Dokuro-chan had just swept the ma.s.sacring rod, Excalibolg, at me.
If I hadn"t pulled my head back a moment ago, I think my brains would have been splattered over the room right now.
"My sources clearly tell me that Sakura-kun always forgot to do his homework and was punished to stand in the hallways, in addition to frequently getting zeros in exams every time!"
"Huh? But I"ve never gotten a single zero in my life!"
"Here, look at this!"
Dokuro-chan twirled her ma.s.sacring rod through the air, and, using her angelic powers, conjured a pile of manga from thin air.
"Look! You definitely look like this boy here!"
"No matter what you say, Dokuro-chan... This is just a story from a manga! Just like those stories where a girl arrives from an alternate dimension or something! But, I gotta admit, you sure do get a lot of stereotypical, wimpy, male character leads in such stories..."
"Hmm, okay, then! Why not we play a game, then? Should we play poker, or Shiritori?"
"No, thank you. Such games aren"t fun when played with two individuals..."
"Okay, I"ll start! T-back!"
"Ku? Hmm, let"s see.... Ku.... Hey! Didn"t I just say I didn"t want to play Shiritori? And this is the real world, isn"t it? It"s different from your world in manga!"
"Then, what should we do?"
"Dokuro-chan try to be realistic, won"t you? Don"t intertwine reality with fiction! And, please, stop brandishing Excalibolg like that!"
"Aw..."
"There"s no point making a face like that!"
"Well, I can"t stop hating it! Stop doing your homework and come play with me!"
With that said, Dokuro-chan laid down spread-eagled on the floor and started beating the Tatami mats with her hands and feet.
"Woah! Dokuro-chan, don"t lie down like that! I can even see your panties already! How do you expect me to do my homework like this?"
"Hmm? And why is that so?"
Dokuro-chan suddenly said as she sat up straight on the Tatami mats.
"Erm..."
Faced with such a sudden question, even I couldn"t formulate a reply.
Let"s get things straight. I"m a normal, healthy student who"s in his 2nd year of high school.
Throughout a day, various images of naked women flash through my mind.
Just like any other normal guy who"s just hit p.u.b.erty, I can"t stop fantasizing about perverted stuff every three seconds.
Especially when a beautiful girl just suddenly appears and decides to sleep in my room, it"s easy to lose control of my mind once in a while.
(I can only curse the fact that she"s sleeping in the cupboard instead of beside me.)
And, of course, seeing Dokuro-chan"s panties were nothing extraordinary - all in a day"s work.
If I had to say something, it was that ever since Dokuro-chan appeared in my house, my life had gone through a tremendous change.
But, of course, there were things Dokuro-chan didn"t know of.
Sitting down and slowly explaining everything to Dokuro-chan was something that a pure, innocent boy like me was just not capable of.
My face turned beet-red as I lowered my head.
The thing that troubled me most was, Dokuro-chan seemed to find nothing wrong about it.
"Ah, I see... So, if I do this, Sakura-kun won"t do his homework anymore..."
With that said, Dokuro-chan slowly began to pull up her dress.
OH. MY. G.o.d.
"D-D-Dokuro-chan.... (Insert gulping sound here), s-s-stop...."
"Hehe~~"
Dokuro-chan continued to pull her dress upwards, revealing her skull-emblazoned panties. Along with her cute little belly-b.u.t.ton, her amazing curves, and her shiny hip bones...
OHMYG.o.dOHMYG.o.dOHMYG.o.dOHMYG.o.dOHMYG.o.d!
How the h.e.l.l did Dokuro-chan"s innocent smile turn so seductive?
And, above my head, my sense of reasoning took the form of an angel holding up a sign reading, "Stop looking!," while my l.u.s.t morphed into a seductive angel (who else but Dokuro-chan?) bearing a signboard saying, "Keep looking!"
Just as Dokuro-chan had thrown sand into the eyes of my sense of reasoning and was about to club it to death with Excalibolg...
"I"m back!"
... My father came home!
My father (39 this year) was going to step into the television room any second now!
If he witnessed this situation...
It would be worse than the time my parents caught me watching late-night adult shows on television!
I quickly screamed to Dokuro-chan while trying to keep my voice as low as possible:
"All right all right! I won"t do my homework anymore! I"ll ignore it completely, so, please, stop, Dokuro-chan!"
"That"s great!"
Just as Dokuro-chan released her dress, my father stepped into the room.
"Sakura, I"m back. Ah, doing your homework I see, that"s good!"
"Welcome back, uncle~"
"I"m back, Dokuro-chan! Be sure to keep an eye on Sakura while does his homework!"
"I will~~"
Dokuro-chan had previously used her angelic powers (conjuring a pile of cash from thin air) to persuade my mother and father into accepting her as a family member.
Oh, and, by the way, Dokuro-chan had used her angelic powers to turn herself into a "relative"s daughter who was staying with us". Before this, she had attempted to become "a daughter my mother had in secret before she was married" but, fortunately, decided against this idea.
"Then, let"s tidy up the table and watch some television!"
With that said, Dokuro-chan swept all my notes and textbooks to one side, and proceeded to sit beside me and switch the television.
If this continues on... If this continues on...
I"m sure to become a useless b.u.m!
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