A pair of people. particularly if they were of the opposite sex, living together in a single house or apartment often implied a relationship or intimacy. After all, most women in the shifted society of the modern IS era were placed in higher priority to men. The idea of an opposite sex couple living with one another meant that they fully trusted each other and mostly likely had a good relationship.
This was not one of those cases.
Irish gave a small sigh as he knocked on the bedroom door. He'd been standing here for over 10 minutes just knocking on the door and hoping against all evidence otherwise that his roommate would wake up without him having to take use another fire alarm to do so.
"Karon?" He rapped on the door again, "Karon, wake up! Come on, I cooked breakfast already!"
No reaction. He had hoped to avoid it today, but he really had no choice: He had to go into her room and wake her up. It wasn't going into her room that scared, though his gynophobia still made him awkward and tense at times, but the fact that his temporary roommate had the habit of sleeping only in her underwear, and sometimes not even that. If he went in there and she woke up then...
....Actually, nothing bad would probably happen. If what he learned from watching Ichika was true, the standard reaction would be a slap or a punch in the face, coupled with accusations of being a pervert. If he could hazard another guess, breakfast would probably be awkward with the girl stewing silently while sending death glares at the offending party. Or she could just storm out of the apartment, plain and simple.
But that was the reaction of a normal girl, and this was Karon he was talking about. Most likely she'll just act like nothing was wrong and the fact that she was half-naked was completely normal. And then she would ignore how uncomfortable he looked and he would run out and try in vain to stop his body from getting a negative reaction. Just like the last 3 times they'd done this.
Why was he even here? Oh that's right, it was because some paranoid fan caught a video of Karon and him going to the mall together and spread it around the net as proof that she wasn't "pure" or something else stupid. Karon had to hide in the apartment for a while until her manager's fixed the issue and he had to stay in with her just in case he got any ideas to go to the paparazzi or something. He never commented on the fact that while they didn't trust him to not spread rumors, they seemed to have no problem with him sharing an apartment with said idol.
It was time to wake the sleeping beauty. The door wasn't locked - she never bothered to lock it - so Irish just went in as quietly as he could. The first thing Irish did when he saw her was give a huge sigh of relief. She was actually wearing a shirt for once, though her shorts or any other type of sleeping legwear were nowhere to be seen. She was still causing him some discomfort, but marginally less so than before.
"Karon," Irish called out again, "Come on, time to get up!"
"Mmmm"
Finally a response. Even before her eyes were open, she was mumbling something, though what it was he couldn't make it out. Then slowly, reluctantly, she righted herself into a sitting position. Her hair was a mess, strands flung in all directions. Two strands in particular were even flayed up on the top of her head like horns, which perfect considering how mischievous she usually acted. It was a pretty funny sight.
"What.....what is it?" She groggily reached up and rubbed her eyes.
"Breakfast is ready....." The right sleeve of the loose shirt she wore fell down her shoulder, exposing her bare skin. Irish looked away in response, "Your parents are visiting soon, right? You should hurry up."
"It's...morning?"
"Yeah..." he still didn't bother looking at her.
She blinked a few times, straining her ears to hear, "Okay......shower…"
"Huh? What are you talking about-"
Without so much as a warning, she flung her shirt over her and threw it haphazardly in a random reaction. Irish froze, his eyes widening and his stomach tightening into knots. He couldn't move at all. It was hopeless. However, something inside his head clicked when she saw her reaching behind her back and fiddling with what he was pretty sure was the clasp of her bra.
Once he heard the hook unclasp, function returned to his body.
"H-Hey, what are you doing!" He closed his eyes tightly and took deep breaths in order to calm down, "D-Don't change clothes here!"
"....Gonna...take a shower...." Her voice sounded airy and unfocused. She was still asleep. Irish's breath caught in his throat as he realized she wasn't awake. Leave it to her to act like this.
This wasn't god. He had to stop her before she ended up embarrassing herself and, even worse, make him physically sick and puke.
"Stop!" Before he knew it, his body started moving on its own. Whatever that jolt of adrenaline did, however, it apparently removed my ability to control his own body too. And so he found him lunging at Karon in an attempt to stop her by pinning her in place. But, through a twist of fate, he tripped in the process and launched right at her like a klutz on speed, the impact of which sent both of them tumbling onto the bed.
Dazed, he tried to pick himself off before a soft feeling reached into his head. Hold on, the pillows in the house were never this soft....
"God......" He shivered and tried to resist reeling from shock. Her breasts were beneath, her bare breasts at that. The marshmallow like texture was nothing like the pillows in the house.
He noticed another thing: With the collision course they entered, he ended up falling on top of her on all fours while she was practically naked underneath him. Wasn't something like this just the exact thing her psychotic fans were looking for as proof? Not good.
Karon's eyes opened slightly wider. Thank God, was she finally awake? Would she finally get dressed and he could finally stop trying to resist the urge to puke? He didn't care if she misunderstood or slapped him for it. He just wanted out.
"Mmmmmm......my prince....you've come....."
Nope, apparently fate wasn't done torturing him yet. Karon had encircled her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, causing his head to slam into the pillow beside her head.
He flailed like a fish out of water, but it was all in vain. Irish was weak and he knew it, but even he found the fact that the short girl could pin him down so easily to be extremely embarrassing for his ego (what little he had). Any longer and he would be physically ill.
"Karon! Wake up already!"
She didn't. Instead she just hugged him tighter and started giggling airily, "Right......breakfast is ready......itadakimasu~"
"Eat? Hold on, what are you-"
He was cut off. With a burst of unknown power, she flipped the two of them over, knocking the breath out of the poor 14 year old. He was the one at the bottom this time and she was at top. Of all the crazy things he expected to happen today, a half naked girl lying on top of him with her bra threatening to spill over with the smallest movement certainly wasn't one of them. The fact that her chest was firmly jammed against his was the only reason it wasn't coming off yet.
He opened his mouth to speak, to say anything that would smack her out of her sleep induced trance. He stopped, however, when he felt something warm and slimy running across his cheek.
Did she just lick him!?
"...Tasty...." She ran her tongue over her lips like a dog with a bone. When he said breakfast, he didn't mean him! What was he, a giant lollipop!?
Even in her unconscious state, it seemed she had enough sense to still act like a gourmet. At times she would like him quickly, and at others she would do it sloppily as if savoring whatever taste she got. Whenevr he tried to move her arms would pi him down. He was essentially trapped.
"...Dessert..."
"Karon, stop already! God, I'm going to be sick!" He tightened his eyes and did his best to stop it, but it was inevitable. Tears flowed from his eyelids and managed to worm their way down his cheek. It wasn't like he was sad or afraid: It was simply his body's natural reactions when his Gynophobia was agitated.
"..H...Huh?" She stopped mid-lick as she felt something salty reach her taste buds. Her eyes widened considerably and she reeled back as the taste set in, "Ugh, yuck! What the heck!"
Karon took a few moments to get her bearings on her surroundings and the situation she had gotten them both in. Her first reaction was to hastily pry her tongue off of his cheek. Surprised but hardly alarmed, she mumbled, "…Irish? What're you – What are you doing? What's going on? Did you need something?"
He wanted to slap his forehead (and preferably hers right afterwords), but with his arms held down, he couldn't.
"Just......forget it..."