She stepped in slowly, taking in all her surroundings like an explorer stepping into a forgotten temple deep in the jungle.

  "I feel so privileged to be here, at the center of your living space..." she said, marveling at everything she saw.

  I told her it was just an ordinary guy's room, but she wasn't having it. She couldn't stay in pce until she rested her sparkling eyes on my stacked shelves, where books and papers were awkwardly arranged. She looked ready to devour my books.

  I didn't know anyone could read that fast. I watched her flip through the pages of novels like they were picture books. Thankfully, all of this was school literature. I didn't think I left any-

  "She-Hulk: Omnibus Volume 1," she read aloud teasingly.

  Fuck.

  "Anon, do you like muscles on girls? I have some, y'know? Look~"

  She took out her shirt and pleated skirt, leaving her in underwear. My eyes instantly darted to her lean, defined abs. Her panties were pure white, with a little ribbon on top. Only after a moment did my eyes wander above to her breasts. They looked firm and plump, contained by a white-ced bra.

  She had a slim but sturdy build. She flexed a bicep, and I stared in awe. Miya did pack some muscle under her frame. Her peaked biceps weren't big, but they were sharp and beautiful.

  "Come and feel them, darling~ I know just how much you want to. Your face says it all" There was a kick to her voice; I could tell how much she was enjoying this.

  I put on my best "You're wrong; I'm just curious" face and went ahead. The first thing that struck me was the hardness of her muscles. They straight up felt like granite under her velvety soft skin. Then she stopped the contraction, and I could now let my finger sink into her soft flesh. But the more I did, the more resistance I would meet. Past a half-centimeter, it felt like trying to push my fingers into a steel wall.

  I didn't say anything to her during this time; my amazement was written all over my face. Soon after, something woke up down there, and I was quick to cover my pitched tent in embarrassment. Miya opened her mouth to protest but corrected herself with an amused grin instead when she noticed.

  "Anon, I know you like the back of my hand already. And I can tell what you think here. You think it's too soon, and you need more time. Now, I want you to rex and listen to me. I won't force myself upon you. I promise. I want to make you happy, Anon. I stand by my view on the retive importance of your consent, but when it comes to intimacy, things will be different."

  She furrowed her brow.

  "Well, sort of different. You can dey our first time by up to thirty days, starting from today. Any more wouldn't be healthy for our love. Then, as long as you keep showing your affection to me in all forms-- including the most intimate one--on a daily basis, I will never force myself upon you."

  Woah. Even with my growing interest in her, I can't deny she knows how to gaslight someone.

  I watched Miya sit on my bed, patting an empty spot next to her. I plopped down next to her.

  "So this is where my darling sleeps... Anon, do you know~? We spend a third of our lives sleeping. As such, this bed has been closer to you than anyone else... and I'm kinda jealous~" she said, lying down on it.

  "Ohh! Darling's scent is so intense here! Ahhh..." she muffled while pnting her face in my pillow.

  She unsealed her face and spoke, visibly trying not to rush her words.

  "We still have hours, perhaps days, before the cops show up! Lie down with me, darling~"

  I prudently kept to the edge of the bed. Without warning, she lunged at me and brought me back down with her. I stared at her wide-eyed.

  Miya gently wrapped her powerful arms around me, and I melted in her embrace. Internally, I was still in turmoil; part of me wanted to give up altogether, but I was still very worried about her neuroticism. I couldn't tell if I was safe. Following her lead wouldn't bring me any harm, that was for sure, although it also came at a price. It'd cost me a piece of myself.

  I couldn't dwell on these thoughts for long, however. Miya noticed my sketchbook lying on the nightstand. She was fast to grab it and flip through it.

  "Oh, there are some here that you haven't scanned! Anon's drawings are so beautiful~ And, my, does Anon have a type~"

  She teased me, but I could tell how happy she was to discover my fascination with female power. I assumed she saw it as proof that we were made for each other. I yawned, clearly worn out by the crazy events of the day. Miya put the sketchbook back up.

  "How about some cuddles? I'd love to see you fall asleep in my arms," she cooed, batting her eyes at me. Her gaze put me in a trance, and soon, my lips met hers. Time came to a halt; it felt like the kiss went on forever. Threads of saliva hung between us when we finally parted lips.

  Eventually, our snuggling made me fall asleep, and I could only watch her loving eyes as I drifted asleep in my bed.

  I awoke the morning after, still nestled in her arms. I tried to pry them out but found they wouldn't budge.

  "Even in her sleep!?"

  I looked back at her. She looked so peaceful, sleeping soundly with a light smile. I gently rocked her body until she opened her eyes.

  "Morning, Miya. Slept well?"

  "Mmh-mmh~ morning, Anon~" She slowly leaned in for a kiss. I indulged her.

  Not long after, lowered herself and pressed her ear against my bust. Listening to my heartbeat, she shuddered, bliss overtaking her again.

  "The pretty music of your heart is driving me crazy, Anon..."

  I ughed. It wasn't until I ter pressed my ear against her chest, in the tight valley of her soft bosom, that I understood her words. The relentless drumming coming from within her was so beautiful and vibrant that one could only rete it to music. Love changes the way you see someone, down to their tiniest details.

  After some cuddles, I got up, asking her what she'd like for breakfast.

  "Mmh... Anon always drinks hot cocoa and a slice of bread spread with peanut butter in the morning."

  "You even know this..." I answered in bewilderment. She grinned.

  "Let me prepare this. You're still sleepy, right? How about breakfast in bed?"

  "Oh-"

  "I'll be right back!" she cheered, not waiting for my answer. I tried getting out of bed, but she id a hand on my chest.

  "Stay here, 'kay?"

  "Wait, let me make you a bath before. I'll leave some clothes for you at the door, okay? Once you're done I'll go for a quick shower and be right back."

  "Mmmh... sounds complicated. Let's have a bath together instead~" She batted her shes at me.

  "O-Only after our first time, please..."

  She sighed, pouting.

  "Thank you! You're the best, Miya!" I said to pcate her while I went to the bathroom.

  The bath was ready and she came in, fully naked; I was beet red.

  "T-There, I hope the temperature's right! T-Take your time..." My words came out rushed as I averted my eyes.

  Miya giggled, delighted by my reaction. Oh, I was going to get teased a lot from now on.

  Ten minutes ter, she was already back in my bed, with a long, bck shirt as her only garment. It went down to her upper thigh.

  "Just a shirt? Is that enou-"

  "Aaaahhhhhh~~~ It has Anon's scent! I-It's all around me!!" She clutched her sides, lost in a trance. I spoke up just before her hand reached her nether region.

  "G-Gd you like it... It's one of my oversized shirts I keep for the weekends I spend at home."

  I wasn't sure she heard me, and I definitely wasn't staying to make sure. I scurried out of the room, heading for the bathroom.