So, Riko’s life was basically cruising in the slow lane, a comfy little vibe of daydreams and sweatpants. Then her uncle, Rikuto, showed up. This dude, who used to be the whole entire snack, had somehow transformed into a walking, talking hot mess express.
Her official welcome-to-my-crib moment? Finding him in a full-blown apology meltdown on her floor, with her pantsu doing a solid as his new, very stylish hat. The man’s ability to create chaos was next-level, an absolute tornado in human form. But, and this is a big but, the guy’s blueprint was still fire. He was somehow still her type, which was seriously inconvenient.
Just as she was gearing up to yeet him back to the curb, he hit her with the Hail Mary of all pleas. “I’ll be your pet! No cap!” Now, Riko, a certified couch goblin whose main hobby was crafting elaborate fantasies from her bed fortress, paused. A human-sized pet? That wasn’t a problem; that was a premium, deluxe-level accessory for her hermit lifestyle. She was sold.
Fast forward to a certain week of the month. You know the one. When your body feels like it’s running a faulty factory and your mood is swinging harder than a pirate on a zip-line. Curled up in her blanket burrito, the usually quiet Riko saw her personal live-in servant and saw an opportunity. In a voice softer than a cloud’s pillow, she dropped the command: “Tummy rubs. Now.”
That first touch was the match that lit the whole forest on fire. The vibe in the room did a full 180, getting thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. Her chill “pet” suddenly woke up from his nap. That gentle pat-pat-pat morphed into something else entirely. Curiosity killed the cat, and in this case, it turned him into a beast. He wasn’t just petting anymore; he was exploring, tasting, and going absolutely feral.
And just like that, their weird little roomie situation officially leveled up. Game on