The dazzling sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating a sculpted face with distinct features. Ryo Asakura slowly opened his deep-set eyes and began a new day.
Sixteen-year-old Ryo Asakura was once a corporate drone. One day, while walking along the roadside, he was sent flying by a runaway dump truck with brake failure. He then transmigrated to this world and was now a male high school student in Tokyo, Japan.
The morning at the Asakura household began with making breakfast. Poached eggs rolled around in the pan, releasing a delicate aroma of oil. When they were nearly cooked, soy sauce was added, and they were briefly stir-fried.
Soon, a simple breakfast of fried eggs and sausages was ready. Ryo silently ate his food, calculating the time in his mind. He quickly finished his warm milk in one gulp, gathered his books and homework, grabbed his keys and wallet, and splashed cold water on his face. Taking a deep breath, Ryo looked in the mirror.
He had thick, fluffy, and slightly wavy hair, sharp cheekbones, and a pair of eyes as calm as the deep sea. Tall and lean, he exuded a cool and collected aura.
Ryo Asakura was, to put it mildly, a player with cheat codes, or more accurately, an ordinary high school boy who gained superpowers by signing in daily. After a year of time travel, Asakura had finally adapted to life in Tokyo and would welcome his own sign-in system on the first day of his second year of high school.
The system indicated that yesterday's sign-in time was eight o'clock in the morning. Less than a minute remained before he could perform today's sign-in.
"It's about to begin."
Asakura stared at his reflection, and a sign-in button, visible only to him, appeared in the air. Various superpowers scrolled across the button, including scientific electromagnetic cannons, time stop, and other decidedly unscientific abilities. After a moment of shock, Ryo silently said "sign in" in his heart, and the button began to flash. As the flashing speed slowed, the final ability to appear was:
[Superpower: The ability to make anyone flood. Side effect: Unable to control it. If touched by your hands, the ability will be activated, and you will not be affected.]
"What the hell?" Ryo was so shocked his mouth twitched violently. He never imagined he would draw such an ability.
As long as his hands made contact, it would trigger. If he chose to take the train to school, wouldn't everyone in the car… well, you know… all the way? The scene was too vivid, Asakura dared not dwell on it.
Was it that kind of… uncontrollable release? And wasn't it limited by gender?
When Asakura considered taking the train to school and then back home, and Tokyo transforming into a city awash in… that, his usually expressionless face twitched uncontrollably.
He stared at his hands with their "terrifying" power in silence for a long time. Maybe he should take a day off today to avoid any… accidents.
In the end, Asakura chose to go to school after all. He ran the entire way and burst into the classroom just as he was about to be late. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief,
There was a sudden soft impact on his back. When Asakura turned around, he saw his classmate, Nanao Akane, had been knocked to the ground.
"I'm sorry, are you okay?"
Asakura subconsciously reached out to help Nanao Akane up but suddenly realized his mistake and wanted to retract his hand.
"It's okay. I bumped into Asakura-san because I wasn't paying attention."
Nanao Akane took Asakura's hand and tried to stand up.
"Ah? Wuuwuwu~~"
Nanao Akane suddenly went limp and fell into his arms, and Asakura had no choice but to catch the girl.
"Woo woo woo~~"
A louder gasp escaped Nanao Akane's pink lips, and she instinctively hugged Asakura's waist tightly.
A wet sensation came from the school uniform beneath her, and Asakura thought with a strange look on his face, "So that's what they mean by 'women are like water'."
Nanao Akane hugged Asakura tightly, then gasped heavily, as if still reeling from some indescribable aftereffect.
Looking down, Nanao Akane, whose cheeks were as rosy as a cloud, was too shy to look up.
"Nanao-san, class is about to start. Are you okay?"
After adjusting his expression, Asakura reminded her quietly.
Nanao Akane snapped back to her senses, gave Asakura a fierce look with a stern expression, then turned around, clamped her legs together, and slowly moved her soft body toward the bathroom.
Asakura sighed softly, wiped the sticky liquid on his school pants with a tissue, then composed himself and returned to his seat to prepare for class.
During math class, Asakura stared out the window absentmindedly. Perhaps it was due to the fusion of his two souls, Asakura was always able to easily grasp new concepts.
He effortlessly learned the material at each stage, and his grades consistently ranked in the top three without much effort. After all, he had experienced the intensely competitive learning environment in China in his previous life, so facing the relatively relaxed education in Japan was a piece of cake.
In his hazy memory, the math teachers he recalled all seemed to be bald. Mathematics was a subject that required deep thinking, and it was easy to scratch one's head while pondering. To excel in mathematics required a high level of intelligence, hence the saying, "extremely smart."
On the podium, the math teacher was still eloquently explaining the concepts of equations and inequalities. The boy looked at the teacher's increasingly noticeable bald spot and sincerely hoped his hair could somehow rejuvenate, allowing him to retain the last vestiges of adult dignity.
Asakura offered such an irreverent prayer to the heavens.
In addition to his concern for the teacher's baldness, Asakura was also worried about navigating the day safely. He really wanted to go straight home after school. The superpower he had obtained today was truly troublesome.
Suddenly, a crumpled ball of paper landed on his desk. He unfolded it and read:
"Come to the rooftop after class. I have something to tell you."
As expected, Nanao Akane pursed her pink lips, the blush still evident on her cheeks, and gave Asakura a look that brooked no refusal.
Accompanied by the sounds of young voices drifting from the playground outside, Asakura pondered how to handle Nanao Akane's "accountability." If he truly had no other option, he would simply bow his head, admit his mistake, and let Nanao deal with him.
The bell signaling the end of class soon rang. Nanao Akane glanced at Asakura and walked out of the classroom, heading directly for the rooftop. Asakura composed himself and followed her.
The door creaked open, and Nanao Akane turned to face Asakura, who had just reached the rooftop, her face flushed.
"Asakura-san, what happened when I fell just now..."
"I'm sorry, Nanao-san, what happened just now was entirely my fault. My body is… special. I apologize for causing you trouble."
Asakura bowed deeply as he replied, his calm and indifferent face looking at her with sincere apology.
The boy's clean and sharp features were like a gentle spring breeze that subtly stirred the girl's heartstrings.
"How could Asakura-san possess such a… lewd ability? How can I trust you after this?"
"Unless you do it again, I will believe that you are telling the truth, Asakura-san!"
Nanao Akane's complexion grew even more radiant, her rosy face charming and exuding a breathtaking allure.
"...If you insist on giving it a try, I respect Nanao-san's decision."
Ryo Asakura was silent for a moment, then extended his hand towards the girl.
It made sense that… well, never mind.
"If you are ready, come on."
Nanao Akane approached Ryo Asakura with curiosity and a hint of… unusual thoughts in her beautiful eyes, slowly extending her hands, interlacing her fingers with Ryo Asakura's one by one, and then locking their fingers tightly.
"Woo~, that feeling is coming again~" Nanao Akane instantly went weak in Ryo Asakura's arms, still uttering soft, almost moaning sounds. The… sensation was building and intensifying, and the girl felt like a lone surfer caught in a sudden wave, clinging tightly to the 'life raft' and refusing to let go.
The soft… pressure kept shifting against Ryo Asakura's body, and she could even feel the mysterious touch becoming clearer and clearer.
After the… climax, the intense feeling subsided. Nanao Akane, flushed and breathing heavily, pressed against Ryo Asakura's chest, as if trying to gather her scattered senses.
Some sticky liquid suddenly dripped onto the rooftop floor, but Ryo Asakura remained silent, as if nothing had happened.
But the boy's blood was still warm, and his… presence was undeniably noticeable under the sunshine. His vitality and easygoing manner subtly affected Nanao Akane, adding a touch more allure to her blushing face.
"Nanao-san, this will probably prove that what I said is true."
"You really do have the ability to… be quite something, Asakura-san."
Akane Nanao muttered softly, her cute little head secretly nuzzling against Ryo Asakura's chest, feeling the firmness of his pectoral muscles. While her mind danced around changing the subject, she was still secretly savoring the wonderful sensation.
"Asakura-san, you will keep this secret, right?"
After recovering, Akane Nanao looked at Ryo Asakura with her big eyes sparkling, shy yet alluring. Even someone as composed as Ryo Asakura couldn't help but be affected.
"This is my fault. I will keep it a secret, Nanao-san."
"Hehe, you can call me Akane."
"...Okay, Akane-san. Do you need any… help cleaning up?"
"Asakura-san, H!"
Akane Nanao's face turned bright red, and she hurried towards the bathroom, her legs pressed tightly together to clean up the mess. When she reached the door, she stopped and looked back.
"Can I add you on Line, Asakura-san?"
"Sure. If you need any help, feel free to contact me. Just consider it my apology."
Ryo Asakura handed over his phone without any hesitation.
The two exchanged Line contacts, and without Ryo Asakura knowing, Akane Nanao secretly changed her friend's nickname to the strange "Asakura-san."
In the following hours, Ryo Asakura carefully avoided classmates and pedestrians and managed to get through the school day. After school, Ryo Asakura ran all the way home, finally relaxing his tense nerves after arriving safely.
After a short rest, he opened the refrigerator, selected some ingredients, and made himself a simple dinner, then took a shower to end a tiring day.
As the bathroom door opened, misty water vapor filled the air, and Ryo Asakura, naked, casually wiped his hair.
Water droplets slid down his well-defined chest, and his full abdominal muscles and strong arms came into view, displaying a beautiful combination of strength and coordination, just like the archetypal handsome guy in Tokyo.
Before stepping into the shower, he had heard a message notification. Ryo Asakura replied to the message on his phone:
"Asakura-san, is this ability of yours innate?"
"Yes..."
"Hey, am I the first girl you've touched like this? "
"Yes..."
Ryo Asakura looked oddly embarrassed and a little guilty. The superpower he had signed in for was described as heaven-given, which was almost the same as an innate ability. This shouldn't be considered a lie, right?
"Asakura-san, is this lucky or unlucky?"
"For me, I guess it's lucky that the target is Akane-san."
"Hey, do you think I'm that highly rated in Asakura's eyes?"
"Akane-san is very beautiful, has a good figure and personality, and can forgive me for such rude behavior. She is probably the girl who scores the highest in my heart at the moment."
"╰(°▽°)╯, Asakura-san, you are really good at sweet talk. Do you usually trick girls like this? "
"These are all my true feelings. Akane-san is my first friend of the opposite sex that I can really talk to."
"Hehe, I'll trust you this time."
"Thank you for your generosity. It's getting late, Akane-san, please go to bed early."
"Well, good night, Asakura-san."
"Good night."
Ryo Asakura exhaled, ended the conversation, spent some time finishing his homework, and then completed his daily exercise routine.
Thanks to his experience of living two lives, Ryo Asakura's self-discipline had reached a new level, which also allowed him to possess a strong and resilient body. After exercising, he simply rinsed off and went straight to bed.
The girl on the other side of the phone blushed and covered her plump chest. It seemed her lace pajamas could barely contain the snow-white breasts that threatened to spill out.
The rhythmic thumping of her heartbeat echoed in the quiet room, as if a huge rock had been thrown into her heart, creating ripples.
"What? Asakura-san is really good at coaxing girls."
Akane Nanao drifted into a peaceful sleep with a sweet smile and a thrilling sensation, the very breath of spring seeming to emanate from her dream.
The next morning, in contrast to the tranquility of the Ryo Asakura household, Nanao Akane's pajamas revealed a loosely draped neckline, the dazzling white fabric brighter than the sunlight. The girl opened her sleepy eyes, and the vivid scenes from last night's dream flashed through her mind, her small face instantly flushing.
Perhaps influenced by some lingering scent, Nanao Akane stretched out a trembling hand and slowly explored her own… softness, just like the description in the Peach Blossom Spring.
"Suddenly I came across a peach blossom forest, which stretched for several hundred steps. There were no other trees in the forest, and the grass was fresh and green, and the water was colorful."
The birds outside the window were singing loudly, and the sound of rapid breathing could be vaguely heard.
"Oh, Asakura-san, I might become a weird girl." Along with a soft cry, the bedsheets were dampened by the vast… release of her own "Peach Blossom Spring." The girl's body twitched slightly, and her cute feet stretched out taut and straight, forming a beautiful picture in the sunlight.
On the other side, Ryo Asakura was brushing his teeth while looking at the virtual button in the mirror and silently saying "sign in" in his mind.
[Superpower: Your cooking skills have reached a level beyond what humans can achieve. Eating the food you make will arouse the desire deep in your heart.]
The superpower he signed in with today turned out to be unexpectedly practical. It seemed he could make his own lunch box and bring it to school.
Ryo Asakura opened the refrigerator and selected the appropriate ingredients. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to make two bento boxes.
One of them would serve as an apology for yesterday's… incident. Referring to the effect of yesterday's superpowers, the food made with this cooking skill must taste exceptionally good. He thought it could make amends to Akane-san.
Soon, two simple bento boxes of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and stir-fried pork were ready. It seemed that apart from the fact that this bento didn't glow, the other effects were so exaggerated that Ryo Asakura was a little speechless.
The entire kitchen and even the living room were filled with a mouth-watering aroma, which only dissipated slowly over time after the lids were closed.
There probably wouldn't be any problem if he gave this lunch box to Akane-san at school, right?
It just so happened that he had a home economics class this afternoon, and it seemed his cooking skills might come in handy. He just hoped he wouldn't draw too much attention to himself.
His life as a corporate slave in his previous existence had smoothed his sharp edges and made him more taciturn. In his new life, Ryo Asakura didn't harbor any grand ambitions.
He simply wanted to spend his high school years peacefully and get into a good university. After settling into a stable job, he would consider starting a family, buying a car and a house, and living a steady life.
Now, it seemed the emergence of superpowers had shattered Ryo Asakura's delusion, his future had veered onto the highway, and his car door had been welded shut.
Youth was about the unknown, about being stubborn, and about being a grand carnival.