Day 54

[from Aishiteru! Hikikomori-san][WARNING: potentially NSFW]

Ilana lay on the sofa, bored. Yuuichi had left for his first day of work, and now she was feeling listless, and unsure what to do with herself. The two of them hadn't really been apart for more than a few minutes at a time ever since she arrived at his apartment, and now she would be without him for several hours.

Look on good side, Ilana thought to herself. Yuuichi going to work for first time ever. He make big step today, good step. Then a thought occurred to her: I should give reward. He probably have tough day. I do thing for him so he feel better when back home. But what thing to do?

Ilana pondered this for a moment. She hadn't really known Yuuichi all that long, and she didn't really know all his interests yet. What kind of thing would he want as a reward? Whatever it was, it would also have to be cheap, because the pair of them didn't have all that much money, and it would have to be quick to prepare, as he would only be home in a few short hours. Ideally, she would have to make do with what was in the house.

That was when an idea struck her. One of the interests she knew Yuuichi had was that he was an avid reader of Japanese comics, or "manga" as he so insistently called them. Maybe they give me idea, she thought. Getting up off the sofa, she headed into the bedroom, crossing to Yuuichi's bookshelf. The first shelf was occupied by several plastic figurines depicting various anime and video game characters, many of whom were in a state of undress. Ilana smiled to herself. Husband is… what is word...? Hen-tay? Yuuichi is hen-tay.

The second shelf was stacked full of DVDs and Blu-Rays. The third and fourth shelves contained what Ilana was after, however: Yuuichi's extensive manga collection. She began to flick through the titles on the shelf, looking for one that might contain some kind of romantic gesture she could replicate for Yuuichi upon his return. She felt he would appreciate that.

Murder Book… no. The President is Magical Girl… no. Uhh… I know not what that one say. Or that one. I just skip them. Uhh… no… no… ah. This one look, how you say… promising. Ilana pulled out a thin volume with a cover depicting a pretty cartoon girl in an apron, who appeared to have fallen over while baking a cake and was covered rather suggestively with icing. Again, she couldn't quite decipher the full title, but she could make out the word "Love" in it and that was good enough for her.

Ilana flicked the book open and found herself confronted by a rather explicit drawing. Flicking to the next page, she was confronted by an even more explicit drawing of something that should logically come at the end of such a book, not the beginning. Oh, yes, she remembered suddenly, book is backwards in Japan. Is weird country. Having realized what kind of manga this was, she was half-tempted to close it and find another, cleaner one. However, driven by a strange curiosity and a desire to make Yuuichi happy, she instead opened the manga at the correct page and began to read, her face as scarlet as her hair.

***

When Yuuichi returned home several hours later, he was fairly exhausted. "I'm home," he called out lazily, kicking off his shoes.

"Welcome home~"

Yuuichi looked up and found himself confronted with a scene straight out of one of his explicit manga. Ilana stood before him wearing nothing but an apron, her cheeks rather flushed but a broad smile on her face. Her hands were clasped behind her back, pushing out her already substantial chest, which was now separated from Yuuichi by only a few feet of air and a thin strip of fabric. Slowly, her husband's face turned bright red, but Ilana was not done yet.

"Would you like bath first?" she asked sweetly, reciting the lines she had read in the manga and then practiced dozens of times. "Dinner first? Or maybe you want…" She leaned forward, blushing profusely but still managing her best seductive smile. "…me~?"

It was too much for Yuuichi to take. A fountain of blood erupted from his nose with enough force to send him tumbling backwards, albeit with a look of sheer bliss on his face. I have the best wife in the whole world!, he thought to himself blissfully, as he collapsed to the floor.