Day 100

[from Aishiteru! Hikikomori-san][WARNING: Mature content]

"I'm home!"

Yuuichi expected to see Ilana standing in front of the doorway, waiting for him, or at least to hear her call out, "Welcome home!" in the Russian accent he had now not only grown accustomed to, but also found rather alluring. Instead, he was greeted with silence and an empty room.

"That's odd," Yuuichi remarked to himself as he took his shoes off. "Usually she at least says hi when I get back. Maybe she's not in…? But if she's not here, then where would she be? I don't think she knows her way around town… come to think of it, I don't think she's even left the apartment since she arrived here… and she calls me a shut-in…"

Yuuichi sighed. Well, if she is here, he thought, I'd better go find her. He set off through the apartment, looking around for the distinctive figure of his betrothed. "Ilana?" he called out. "Where are you?"

Almost to his surprise, the question was swiftly answered. "In here," Ilana replied, her voice coming from the bedroom. "Welcome home!"

"How come you didn't answer me when I came in?" asked Yuuichi, making his way towards the bedroom.

"Am reading," said Ilana. "Heard you not. Was… what is word?"

As Yuuichi opened the bedroom door, he began to answer, "Distracted", but upon seeing Ilana, be became precisely that: distracted. His jaw fell open, his brain seizing up entirely as his eyes drank in the sight before him.

Ilana was sitting on the side of the bed, facing the doorway, and was completely and utterly naked. She appeared to have had a shower; there was a moist towel hanging around her neck, her red hair was damp, and patches of moisture still shone on her soft, pale skin. She was holding one of Yuuichi's manga in her hands, having been absent-mindedly reading it before he had arrived home. Her nipples was covered by her hair, and her legs was crossed, preserving her modesty, but the fact remained that for the first time in his entire life, Yuuichi was staring at an actual naked woman. And she was sitting on the bed just a few feet away from him.

Yuuichi didn't know where to look. His eyes shiftly rapidly from body part to body part, unable to move away from Ilana's body, his face growing steadily redder. Finally, he managed to stammer, "W-w-w-w-why aren't you wearing any clothes, Ilana?!"

"Is my home," said Ilana simply, turning the page of her manga. "No-one see me but you, and you husband, so it matter not. Why? You not want to see me naked?"

Yuuichi blushed harder, blood starting to leak from his nose. "Th-that's not what I meant!"

Ilana, seeing Yuuichi wide open for attack, decided to go on the offensive. "Oh? You do want see me naked?" she asked, smiling mischievously.

Blood spurted a little more out of Yuuichi's nose. "Th-that's not what I meant either!" he exclaimed.

Ilana clapped a hand to her cheek in mock concern and despair. "What do?" she wondered aloud. "My husband is be pervert…"

"Y-you're the one sitting around with no clothes on!" Yuuichi retorted.

"You have many comics of perversion," said Ilana, waving the manga in her hand at Yuuichi. "This not one of them, but…"

"I told you, they're called manga!" insisted Yuuichi. "And so what if I have hentai manga? All men like perverted things: it's a fact of life!"

"Oh?" said Ilana, smiling. "You know, Yuuichi, you work for two weeks now… it nearly a month since I came here… you make good progress. You give much love. You say you like perverted things, hmm? So…" Ilana put the manga to one side and suddenly stood up, sweeping her hair aside, treating Yuuichi to a full-frontal view of her voluptuous naked body. "Here is perverted thing," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "You like?"

The sight of Ilana's bare, supple breasts was enough to make Yuuichi dizzy. His eyes slowly panned down Ilana's thin, pale stomach, until they reached… Oh my~! Fountains of blood exploded from Yuuichi's nostrils, and he fainted with joy, falling backwards to the floor with a thud.

Ilana giggled, looking down at her husband, who had been reduced to a giddy, drooling wreck from just a single glimpse of her naked form. "Yuuichi is such pervert," she said to herself, smiling fondly. "He read porn comics, and look at pervert drawings on computer when he think I not look. Even single look at naked woman too much for him. But… is why I like him, I guess. He is… what is word… open. He not pretend to be person he is not. He know he is pervert. He admit he is pervert. If I do only little thing like not change after shower, and it still make him this happy… is good. To see him happy makes me happy. He may be pervert, but he also correct: all men are. And he is my man. And I love him so much~" She glanced down at her bare self. "Now… to put on clothes before catch freeze. After all, husband did ask~"