When the Goddess of Discipline Met the Cleric of Cohabitation

After last night's incident, one might think this story would turn into a classic harem novel... And they might be right.

Morning had finally arrived, seeming like just another ordinary day in Sora's life.

Sora Yamamoto was sleeping in his room on a single bed, completely unaware of what was coming.

Suddenly, as if emerging from a deep dream, Sora began to feel something heavy on his body. This weight gradually woke him until he finally lifted himself enough to check under the covers what was bothering him.

Still groggy from sleep, Sora saw mochi sleeping soundly on his chest. "Ah... it's just you, mochi," Sora said casually, unaware of their position.

Silence reigned in the room for a few seconds.

"AAAAAAAH, IT'S YOU, MOCHI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"

Sora's scream was loud enough to wake not only mochi but probably the neighbors who had just fallen asleep after the previous night's scandal.

mochi, with half-closed eyes and a rebellious strand of hair curled in a C-shape swaying rhythmically, let out a small yawn and rubbed one eye with complete nonchalance.

"Good morning, Darling..." she murmured in a sweet, soothing voice. "Why are you screaming so much? Did you have a nightmare about a high-level boss?"

Sora felt like his face was about to explode from nerves. Not only was mochi on top of him, but at some point during the night, she had taken off her pink coat and now wore only her white blouse, which left very little to the imagination due to their closeness.

Without wasting a second, Sora grabbed his pillow, covered his face, and let out a nervous scream "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"

"Wait, wait, wait, how did we end up like this?! Don't look at me like that—anyone would be screaming if a beauty like her woke up on top of them," Sora thought to himself as his imagination ran wild.

Last night, after that incident, Sora told mochi she should stay over at his place since it was too late. HOWEVER, Sora didn't accept the idea of mochi sleeping with him they might be old friends from a video game, but at least for Sora, he'd like to maintain some distance before taking that first step.

But mochi didn't read the room, and when Sora fell asleep, she snuck into his room and slept next to him.

Sora tried to get up, but mochi clung to his arm as if it were a legendary item.

"Mochi! You have to move!" Sora managed to shout, trying not to look down. "You promised you'd sleep on the floor! Or on the couch! Anywhere that wasn't my bed!"

"But Sora-kun, it was cold... and the marriage contract says the tank must protect the healer," she responded with crushing logic while snuggling closer. "Besides, this feels really nice."

Sora finally managed to break free, falling off the bed with a loud thud. He jumped up, pointing at the wall clock that showed 7:15 AM.

"School! Airi's going to kill me if I'm late again after yesterday's report!" Sora shouted, running to the closet for his uniform.

mochi sat up in bed, stretching her arms gracefully. "What's the problem with arriving a few minutes late? The school isn't going anywhere."

"Don't overthink it, just get dressed—Airi Kuroki will execute us at the entrance if we're not on time!"

Ten minutes later, the apartment looked like it had been hit by a wind magic spell.

Sora shot out the door, closely followed by mochi who, despite the rush, wore the Shinomiya uniform with an elegance that seemed straight out of a fashion magazine.

"Don't leave my side, but don't get too close either!" Sora ordered as they raced down the stairs.
"Understood, sweetheart! I'll maintain formation!" mochi replied, though her formation consisted of trying to link her arm with his whenever Sora slowed down.

The high school building stood before them. For many, a temple of knowledge; for Sora, the place where his public execution was scheduled for not arriving before 8 AM.

And there, right at the entrance, she was.

Airi Kuroki.

Her uniform didn't have a single wrinkle, her dark hair with blue streaks shone in the morning sun, and she held her report notebook as if it were a death sentence. She was checking her watch with an expression that screamed discipline.

Sora stopped dead, causing mochi to crash into his back.

"There she is..." Sora whispered as paleness took over his face. She was the woman who made local delinquents prefer jail rather than cross her gaze.

"Has she been bothering you, darling?" mochi asked, narrowing her eyes with dangerous curiosity.

"She doesn't bother me, she's just my supervisor!...It's different!" Sora corrected, but it was too late. Airi had looked up.

Her blue eyes locked onto Sora, but when her gaze shifted to the girl practically glued to his arm, her expression changed from strict to completely confused, then to pure indignation.

"Sora Yamamoto!" Airi's voice echoed throughout the entrance. "You're two minutes late. And I see you're not only ignoring the punctuality regulations, but you've also brought..." she paused, looking mochi up and down "To be honest, I don't know how to explain this."

mochi, far from being intimidated, stepped forward and gave Airi the most radiant smile she could muster.

"Good morning, Madam President!" mochi said in a voice that was sweet, yet venomous. "My name is mochi Yamashita, Sora-kun's wife. I hope we get along well in the guild... I mean, in this school!"

"W-wife...?" Airi said in a choked voice—that word coming from the girl was enough to throw her off balance. "Did I hear correctly? Did you say wife?"

The silence that followed the word "wife" was so dense you'd swear time stopped for everyone at Shinomiya Academy. Airi Kuroki stood petrified, her pen suspended over her notebook. Her usually pale cheeks flushed a deep red that reached the tips of her ears.

"W-wife?" Airi repeated, and for a moment, her Goddess of Discipline aura crumbled, then she dropped her pen. "Sora Yamamoto! I demand an immediate explanation! Article 12, Section B of the regulations strictly prohibits... strictly prohibits...!" she ran out of words, searching her mind for a rule that didn't even exist because, let's be honest, who gets married at 17?

Sora waved his hands in front of him, desperately trying to lower the temperature of the situation.
"It's not what it looks like, President!" Sora shouted, earning stares from all the students passing through the gate. "It's a video game term! She's referring to a video game! Mochi, please tell them it was for the experience bonus!"

mochi, without releasing Sora's arm, tilted her head with an angelic smile that didn't reach her eyes when looking at Airi.

"Experience bonus?" mochi asked sweetly. "Darling, you gave me the Emerald Oath Pendant. In my village, that's a lifetime commitment. Besides..." she leaned a little closer to Airi, lowering her tone "...we slept together last night. Is that part of the video game too?"

Airi dropped her notebook. The sound of it hitting the ground was like the starting shot of a war.
"IMMORAL! SHAMELESS! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Airi forcefully recovered her posture, pointing toward the building with a trembling hand. "Go straight to your classroom! Sora, I'll see you in the Council room after classes! And you, new student... stay ten meters away from him at all times!"

Sora didn't dare say another word. He began walking toward the main building with heavy legs.
"Goodbye to my days of peaceful school life... Back in 'Frontier Online,' if you made a mistake, you could just log out or change servers to start over. But in the real world, there's no disconnect button."

mochi, completely ignoring the ten-meter distance order, walked cheerfully beside him, swinging her backpack with a rhythm that contrasted with the funeral aura surrounding Sora.

"What an energetic girl the President is! Don't you think?" mochi commented, curiously looking at the school hallways. "She reminds me a bit of the capital guards who wouldn't let you in if you didn't have a high enough level. Do you think if we gave her a charisma item she'd calm down a bit,
Sora-kun?"

"mochi... please, just walk in silence," Sora pleaded, watching how the main hallway filled with whispers as they passed.

As they approached the 2-B classroom, Sora felt the air grow heavier. The Shinomiya High School building, once his refuge, now felt like a maximum-level dungeon where he was the only player without protective gear. What he didn't know was that, in a corner of the hallway, a pair of eyes watched him with a mixture of curiosity and perversion.