As Makoto and Saki stepped into their new home, they were greeted by a dusty and cluttered interior. Crates and bookshelves lined the walls, filled with forgotten treasures and ancient tomes. The house, though in need of some tender care, held an undeniable charm.
Saki's eyes widened with curiosity as she surveyed the rooms. "Makoto, look at this tub in the bathroom! It's huge! We can relax in it together after all our hard work," she exclaimed, a mischievous grin on her face.
Makoto chuckled, his heart fluttering at the thought. "Sounds like a plan, Saki. But first, let's clean up this place. It's going to take some time, but it'll be worth it."
They rolled up their sleeves and set to work, clearing away the dust and organizing the scattered belongings. Hours passed as they swept, wiped, and rearranged, their bodies growing weary with each task. But the sense of accomplishment fueled their determination.
With the cleaning complete, the duo headed to the bathroom to fulfill their earlier promise. The warm water enveloped them, washing away the weariness and tension of the day. As they relaxed in each other's embrace, the water gently lapped against their bodies, creating an atmosphere of serenity and intimacy.
After the bath, they dressed and wandered over to the bookshelves, their curiosity piqued by the forgotten knowledge within. Saki's eyes glimmered as she discovered a diary that seemed to call out to her. She picked it up, her fingers tracing the weathered pages. Unbeknownst to her, she began muttering in an ancient language, her voice carrying the weight of something unknown.
This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.
Makoto, sensing a shift in the atmosphere, gently shook Saki's shoulder, concern etched on his face. "Saki, what's happening? Are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.
Saki's eyes widened, and she looked at Makoto with astonishment. "I... I don't know. I heard someone speaking to me, the master of this house. Someone who never left," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and curiosity.
Makoto's grip tightened on Saki's hand, his protective instinct kicking in. The notion of the house being haunted, once dismissed as mere folklore, now held an eerie possibility. Determined to uncover the truth, they turned their attention to the crates scattered throughout the room, searching for clues about this mysterious "master."
As they opened the crates one by one, a world of forgotten artifacts and treasures revealed itself. Among the relics, Makoto discovered a small wooden box. Inside, nestled carefully, were a pair of simple silver rings. Their eyes met, and a blush crept across their cheeks.
"These rings... They're perfect," Saki exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of joy and wonder.
Makoto nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "They are. Let's put them on," he said, taking Saki's hand in his own. Together, they slid the rings onto their fingers, the touch igniting a warmth that seemed to emanate from within.
Almost instantly, a new ability awakened within them. They found themselves connected to a pocket dimension, a storage box, where they could store a vast amount of items and retrieve them at will. Saki's eyes sparkled with delight, relieved at the thought of no longer having to carry all her gear. Makoto grinned in agreement, grateful for the newfound convenience.
As they embraced their newfound abilities, they realized that this house held more mysteries than they could have ever imagined. With the
rings on their fingers and the storage box at their disposal, Makoto and Saki were ready to unravel the secrets that lay within their home and embark on countless adventures yet to come.