That night, I wasn't able to fall asleep. I didn't feel well at all because a girl was staying in my room. Except for Sakura, I had never been good at interacting with girls. That night, I wasn't able to fall asleep. I didn't feel well at all because a girl was staying in my room. Except for Sakura, I had never been good at interactingMy heart was racing as usual. In the middle of the night, I decided to clear my head and splash some water on my face.
I left the room and went to the bathroom. After clearing my mind, I was ready to go back to sleep. However, the moment I stepped into the room, I was stunned. Yuki was wearing only her undergarments and was lying on my bed. She wasn't asleep; she opened her eyes and looked directly at me.
"Come here, Estival... let's sleep together," Yuki said.
"Wh-what are you doing on my bed? And why aren't you wearing your clothes?" I stammered.
Yuki approached me and tried to kiss me. In a moment of pure panic, I pushed her away. Her head hit the wall with a thud. I immediately realized I had made a mistake. I rushed to her side and helped her stand up. I placed her on the bed, but she immediately grabbed my hand. "Estival, I will make you happy and do everything you want," Yuki said. "Not just the house chores—we can sleep together every day, and I won't say a word about this to anyone."
I grew angry at her meaningless words. "Just let go of my hand and put your clothes on," I snapped. "We need to talk." Yuki asked again, "Don't you want to sleep together?" I shouted, "NO—I don't! Now let go of my hand!"
She wouldn't let go. I got so frustrated that I almost slapped her, but I stopped my hand just inches from her cheek. Then, I pushed her back onto the bed, grabbed her hands, and leaned in to kiss her. However, I noticed that her eyes were closed and her lips and hands were shaking uncontrollably. I immediately released her.
"Why are you doing this?" I demanded. "When I was about to kiss you, you closed your eyes and you were shaking..."
" she said. "I just got a little scared because you started doing that so suddenly. Let's get on with it."
"Stop your drama and tell me the truth," I demanded. "Who are you, and why are you doing this?"
"I already told you the truth," Yuki insisted. "I was only doing this to satisfy you."
"Don't try to fool me," I snapped. "You didn't tell me everything, and I never asked you to do any of this."
Yuki paused and then said, "Fine. If you want to know the truth, then promise me you won't kick me out of your home. At least grant me permission to live here for one month."
"Fine, I promise," I relented. "But you have to tell me the absolute truth."
"Fine... listen then," Yuki replied.
"Wait," I interrupted. "Put your clothes on first." She put her clothes on, and then she began her story. "This is the truth; I am an orphan," Yuki confessed. "I ran away from there about six months ago. I came to Tokyo thinking I would start a job and then rent a room to begin my new life. But I was wrong. I didn't get a job. I had very little money—only enough for a train ticket and a single meal. I went broke in just one day."
"It was my second night walking the streets, and I was starving. I was wandering aimlessly when a man approached me. He asked what I was doing there at night, so I told him the truth—that I had run away from the orphanage and was searching for work. He offered me a place to stay until I found a job." he acted nice for a few days, but then he started demanding sex. I felt like I had no choice at the time, so I agreed. Then he did that to me daily. After one month, he got a girlfriend and kicked me out of his house. Since then... I don't even remember how many men I have slept with." "They kicked me out if I refused to have sex with them," Yuki sobbed. "They never understood, no matter how many times I told them I was suffering in pain." She looked at me with hollow eyes. "You are the first person who refused to sleep with me. Isn't it shameful? I can't even remember the name of the man I gave my first time to."
She started crying uncontrollably. I could see clearly in her eyes that she was telling the truth. After listening to her story, my own eyes filled with tears. As she broke down, I offered her my shoulder to lean on.
"Why don't you want to be with me?" Yuki asked between sobs. "Am I not beautiful to you?"
"I won't lie, you are beautiful," I replied. "But I cannot take advantage of someone who is already in so much trouble."
"Why are you being so kind to me?" she whispered. "Why?"
"I don't have an answer to your question right now," I admitted. "But I will find it, and one day, I will tell you."
"...I will leave tomorrow morning and try to live with someone else," Yuki added, finishing her thought.
"No, no... you don't have to leave to find someone else," I interrupted. "From now on, you will live with me." A sweet smile appeared on Yuki's face. "Really? You will allow me to live with you?" she asked. "Yes," I replied, "but on one condition."
Yuki immediately agreed, saying, "I accept. I will sleep with you every day."
"No! That's not what I meant at all," I exclaimed, flustered.
Yuki looked confused. "Then what is the condition? Is it something worse than that?"
"Stop assuming things," I snapped. "The condition is that you have to do the household chores every day without any complaints."
Yuki sighed in relief. "Is that all? I agree."
"One more thing," I added. "If you ever try to behave like that again, I will kick you out of my apartment immediately."
"Okay, I agree. Thank you, Master," Yuki said.
"Stop calling me Master," I interrupted. "I have a name—it's Estival. Call me that."
"Okay, Estival," she replied.
"But there is one problem..." I muttered.
"What is your age?" I asked.
"Oh, age isn't a problem," Yuki replied. "I turned eighteen last month, so I am an adult now. I have the freedom to do whatever I want."
"Huh? You are a year older than me?" I exclaimed in surprise. "But you have such a baby face. No one would ever believe you are an adult."
"I do not have a baby face!" Yuki protested.
"You definitely do," I laughed. Then I added, "It's getting really late; let's go to sleep now."
"Yes, let's," she agreed.
We both went to our beds. After learning the truth about her past, I felt a deep sense of pity for her. I truly wanted to help her. No other thoughts could enter my mind. Eventually, a strange sense of relief washed over me, and I finally fell asleep.