The awakening was quite pleasant.

It felt as though I was wrapped in soft marshmallows, a strange but comforting sensation.

Surrounded by a faintly sweet aroma, my mind was at ease.

What could this be...?

As I opened my eyelids to the faint morning light, my consciousness snapped fully awake.

There was someone else in bed with me.

The warmth of their body made me want to stay asleep a little longer.

But who could I, living alone, be sharing a bed with...?

Slowly, with a foggy head, I opened my eyes.

What came into view was a pair of large breasts.

Air was lying beside me, facing away, her large breasts covering my face.

Was this why everything felt so soft?

"Is this... a dream?"

I woke up in the morning, being embraced.

My face was buried in something so soft that my breathing made a muffled sound.

Every time I moved my face, the soft mounds changed shape, endlessly pliable.

The softness and sweet scent made parts of my lower body start to harden.

Having never experienced anything like this, I struggled to grasp the reality of the situation.

But then I remembered buying a slave yesterday.

Gradually, I understood that this situation was indeed reality.

Air was wearing the T-shirt I lent her.

She had no reservations about exposing her physique under the thin fabric.

With a generously proportioned frame for a woman, her large, well-shaped breasts were impressively sizeable, even among top gravure idols.

Yet her waist was cinched as if by a corset, with only a slight abdominal division visible.

Her well-developed hips and thighs continued in a smooth curve.

A slender tail drooped limply now.

Her calves were free of excess fat, and her ankles were slim and tight.

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Her long eyelashes accentuated her already strikingly beautiful face, which looked even more pronounced while she slept.

Golden tiger ears stood atop her head, twitching as if unconsciously picking up on my sounds.

I once again marveled at the otherworldly beauty of her physique.

"Uuuh... munyuu..."

Embraced by such an unparalleled beauty, I was honestly delighted as a man.

If it were up to me, I would have attacked right away.

But what if she reacted reflexively and threw me off...?

Moreover, how about the fact that the slave, who should have slept elsewhere, was here with me?

Should I reprimand her?

And where was Marielle?

Reluctantly, I tried to detach my face from the soft embrace.

"Unyuu~? Funyanya!"

"Whoa, hnnn, let go... This is an immense strength!"

"That potato is Air's!"

"Hii! What dream am I even dreaming?"

Air, still deep in her dream, clung to me tightly, not letting go.

"I can't breathe...!"

My nose and mouth were being smothered, and the difficulty in breathing was intensifying.

At this point, there was no time to enjoy the unexpected pleasure. I had to escape from Air's grasp as if from a judo hold.

Though I might have grabbed various parts of her body in the process, I couldn't pinpoint where exactly I touched.

By the end, my vision was blurring with stars, and I was desperately struggling.

"Munya munya... Potato..."

"Honestly, you look so blissful while sleeping... You're just too cute."

Air continued to sleep soundly, unaware that I had managed to break free.

Seeing her like this made me unable to feel angry, even though I was breathless.

Her sleeping posture was so defenseless and endearing.

"But what about the rule that a slave cannot harm their master? I almost died."

Maybe there's a loophole if it's unconscious. Or perhaps a fatal accident disguised as a master's assassination could happen.

Taking a deep breath to clear my mind, I got out of bed.

The clock read 8:10 AM.

Considering the struggle I had, it was an unusually late wake-up time.

Although I wasn't angry, leaving her like this was another matter.

I touched Air to wake her up.

Becoming more composed, I was taken aback by the softness of her plump shoulders and the elasticity of the muscles beneath.

The feminine softness mixed with a warrior's firmness made my heart race, given my lack of experience with women.

"Hey, wake up. It's morning, Air."

"Munyaa... Oh? Master~"

"Whoa!?"

Air, yawning sleepily, began to doze off again, leaning against me.

Her soft, pliant body enveloped my face, making me feel like my consciousness was melting away.

Ah, this feels really good.

"…Wait, no! Air, wake up. It's morning."

"Uuuh, I'm so sleepy."

"Are you having low blood pressure? Why are you sleeping here anyway?"

"Ah~. I think it was because it was cold..."

Ah, sorry about that, I apologized.

I had turned on the air conditioner thinking it would be too hot.

Air initially liked the coolness, but perhaps it was too cold for sleeping.

Men and women have different tolerances to cold, after all.

Also, because I bought them without any plans, there wasn't time to buy new clothes.

So, the clothes I bought as a slave were used as outdoor wear, and for now, I temporarily gave her my room clothes.

It was summer, so she only had a T-shirt.

For Air, who was a head shorter than me, the T-shirt looked loose and covered up to her upper thighs, exposing her plump thighs.

"By the way, Air, what happened to your pants?"

"Nnyuu... I took them off because my tail was uncomfortable..."

"Ah, I see. Next time we buy clothes, we need to think about that."

If the T-shirt rode up, she was left with just her shorts.

Though I had impure thoughts, I refocused.

This wasn't the time for such distractions.

Even while talking, Air seemed to be on the verge of falling asleep again.

I had an image of cats sleeping a lot, so maybe Air was influenced by that.

"Come on, wash your face, change your clothes, and get ready. I'll prepare breakfast, so be ready by then."

"Fai..."

Seeing Air mumbling and walking off with a dazed look, who could think she was a top-tier bodyguard?

To me, she looked like an adorable, ordinary girl.