Chiharu, the girl who lives next door is a strong-minded
and a somewhat intimidating individual.
Before I even knew it, I had become attracted to her strength and kindness...
And I thought... that my feelings had finally been requited.
But it turns out that... The perverted creeps working
in the shopping district had set their sights on her and...
Until Her Amorous Body Corrupts
Chiharu, the girl who lives next door is a strong-minded
Ishihara Kasumi's a Japanese student attending as a freshman at an Australian college. She's wanted to study in this college ever since she heard that her favorite swimmer, Zoe Kaplan, is also studying there. Dying to join the swimming club, she manages to pass the selection test and can't wait to train with her idol. However, Kasumi soon finds out that all that glitters is not gold.
Haruhiko Shigiyama—You're a boring office worker who works for a bad company (in office supply retail).
You live alone as an obese virgin in your tiny four-and-a-half mat shoebox of an apartment, which is itself a disused relic of a bygone era.
Your libido is incredible, but with no cash and no credit, you can't afford to clean yourself up, let alone afford the services of the ladies of the night.
Every night, you get home exhausted. You eat, if only for the nourishment, and then collapse to sleep like a pile of mud on the floor. Every morning you wake up, and do it again.
Your room is a mess that you never clean up, a reflection of the desolation in your heart. Still, you never snap: You hold it together, in a twisted subversion of your gentle nature.
One day, things change.
“What cramped, filthy confines. Protists. This is why we call them primitive, I suppose.”
You've just gotten back to your decrepit apartment and slunk your blubber into the futon...
That's when an explosion of light and a flood of sound fill your apartment.
There, like a thunderclap, stands a stranger. You stand stunned.
She's beautiful. Some category past supermodel that you've never even heard of. It's well beyond the level of just a pretty face.
She exudes natural confidence in an aura so strong you can see it. Her sculpted face screams sex with a kind of perfection that not even her disgruntled expression could ever hope to scratch.
And then—then there's her chest. Stunning, voluminous mounds. To put it vulgarly, hot DAMN those are nice tits.
You do a quick double-take. Those things would put any porn actress to shame.
If the rest of her were any less breathtaking, you might not be able to get your eyes off them. Those breasts are enough of a feast for the eyes to satisfy you for a lifetime, on their own.
On top of which, her clothes aren't doing much to hide them. More than half of their curvaceous expanse is right there, exposed, for you to worship.
This absolute unit of a woman is standing there, radiating self-certainty, dressed in the kind of scandalous outfit you'd never expect to see outside of anime and games. Are those horns on her head...? Are those part of the costume? They don't look natural, but... while you're busy gaping, she gets in your face. She smells good. Sweet, and sexy, and almost violently tempting, the scent seems to leap right into you.
This mysterious woman—the Demon Queen, to hear her tell it—licks her lips with a bewitching smile as she pushes you down.
She needs to stock up on magic, and it seems you're a tanker.
“You're a veritable fountainhead of energy... It's difficult to believe that you never realized what you had hanging between your legs.”
Squeezing your throbbing hard-on, smiling like a cat, she goes on to explain.
To go back to her original world—to replenish her wasted magic reserves—she's going to be drinking deep from your stores of semen. Now you're the voluptuous Demon Queen's personal magic cock, getting squeezed out on the daily in your old shoebox apartment—and things won't be the same for you ever again.
“Hey, are you all right?”
Kanon held out her hand to Ryou, who had collapsed on the ground in the park. Left without a home after being kicked out, he was taken in by her and given a place to stay in exchange for working at her pâtisserie, “Marshmallow Tree”. The shop had been very popular before she had become the owner, but now it doesn’t get many customers due to a change in opening hours and the arrival of a famous competitor nearby.
He was able to liven up the shop a bit with the help of others, but his relationships with them also got more complicated at the same time. Every day is full of chaos, with unexpected events happening one after the other. What will happen to him and the shop? It is the beginning of sweet and fluffy marshmallow days.
As if to match the guitar I play in the afternoon music classroom.
As if to match the piano someone plays in the next room.
The pure singing voice from the rooftop connects the three disconnected melodies.
It all started in such a day in late autumn.
At that time, someone fell in love.
Everyone was doing their best. Everyone pushed on. Everyone was intent and honest…
We formed a bond and obtained a precious moment.
That’s why someone fell in love. A love that was too late, a love that shouldn’t have occurred.
And then comes winter. The falling snow covers all sins.
And spring eventually comes, melting the snow and imposing all punishments.
The cold breeze chilled me to the bone, a singing voice reached my ear-
That frozen song from 3 years ago,
It once echoed in the classroom, in the empty cafeteria, in the silent campus.
Born from passion, evolved by love yet ultimately, vanished as a "lying song".
The winter where they were "three" was no longer. A new winter started as "one and one"
The season is late autumn.
A foreboding change is approaching although the scar of the severed bond is yet to heal.
2 lonely melodies attracted each other and hurt each other, summoning new one in the process.
The new winter will arrive soon.
The winter without her.
There will be no more white album, because I won't sing again.
There will be no more unreachable love, because I won't love again.
The exam results came out today. Looking around, I see joy, sorrow, and all kinds of emotions on display from the other students, but I can only stand stock-still, shocked...
"I flunked the exam again..."
This is my second time. I see my hopes and dreams slipping through my fingers. I don't want to live another year like this... I wander back to my apartment in a daze, only to find a strange woman there.
"Oh, you're finally home. I've been waiting for you all this time...!"
She smiles at me, her hands clasped together as if in prayer.
Her expression can only be described as divine...
"...A-Are you a... goddess...?"
The words just slip out from me.
"I'm the Goddess of Healing. I have come to this world to lift you from despair."