Kiro practically threw himself on the bed. If he wasn't in the game, he was helping James with cooking. He'd came by and asked for their help.
And since Kiro was the most experienced, he was chosen for that reason. He didn't mind getting away from all of it at least once a day.
They had to figure a way to level up and they had to figure it out faster. Kiro was currently compiling every high level dungeon he remembered from the past.
He even had a pad and a pen out, writing anything that came to mind. His theory was that, it's possible that his past memories vanish the moment Chronos ceases to exist.
He'll only have linear memories after his death, so he wanted to write down as much as possible. Even though it was just a theory, it was a plausible one.
"You thought I wouldn't notice how distant you've made yourself?"
"Mm." He'd be lying if he said he could hear her, he was still immersed in the many dungeons he remembered.
Isla flicked his forehead as hard as she could.
"Ouch!"
"Kiro Percival Waynworth don't you dare shut me out."
"I'm not, honest..." He lied, rubbing the spot she had hit. He wasn't acting, it was painful.
He couldn't believe so much strength was coming out of her tiny body. A body he could pick up with ease and throw it.
She was getting sadder by the second, mostly frustrated. She didn't want to endup like her own parents, she liked this boy a lot.
Her parents kept up appearances, but she knew that they'd longed fallen out of love. That was partly because her father seemed to keep secrets, even she could tell. And here was Kiro, acting the same way her father did.
"You're not alone this time, for once, trust in someone, it doesn't have to be me. But you can't do this alone. We all know the risks."
Kiro's heart felt warm and his face felt hot. In his mind, he was telling himself not to shed a single tear. He'd been alone for so long in the past, that he unconsciously didn't really let people in.
So here was Isla, pleading for him to open himself up once again. He had people now, people he could lean on.
All that melted when his mind returned, looking at the most beautiful girl, so close to him, he could hear her breathe.
"Thanks." He smiled genuinely. "Will you be my plus one tomorrow?" He impulsively asked.
"Thought you'd never ask!"
Seeing her that excited, he couldn't control his body and leaned in causing for their lips to meet, she allowed it. It wasn't long before there was a bulge in his pants.
Isla continued to touch him in places he didn't know were sensitive spots for him. This experience was very new and very exciting, he welcomed it with arms wide open.
Their clothes were abandoned in seconds, he sheathed himself and was ontop of her. They were still on the floor but neither minded.
Her pale and perfect skin had a red blush to it, with all the sweat and heat it exuded. Kiro was gentle with her, he promised himself that he'd always be.
Nothing, absolutely nothing came close to this feeling. This feeling of taking someone else within yourself. He felt like he was ontop of the world, like anything and everything was possible.
After several minutes passed, they were lying on the floor with Isla on his chest listening to his heartbeat, breathing heavily. Bodily fluids stained the floor but they could care less. They were young once.
The time god wasn't going to give them their youth once again, it was best to live it to the fullest.
"That was great, wanna go again?"
She didn't answer him with words, she simply mounted him. Telling him to be ready too, because she was.