Now that everything has been made perfectly clear—so certain people don't misunderstand the author's intentions—let's continue with Akira and Mikado's date… which is what everyone came here for.
After sitting down, they ordered their meals and enjoyed a truly pleasant dinner. They laughed, talked about their tastes, their hobbies, and even their worries. They shared their thoughts openly, deepening a relationship that had originally begun out of convenience.
Mikado liked Akira.
But she also knew that when she had proposed becoming his woman, he might have seen it as her using him as a shield. And although she had expressed her feelings clearly, it was possible that Akira still had doubts in his heart—doubts he never voiced, because he was also attracted to her.
"Akira… I'm really having a wonderful time tonight," Mikado said with a smile.
Her smile was… dazzling.
Genuine, filled with gratitude—no hidden intentions, just pure sincerity.
"I'm glad. Though honestly, I would've preferred to spend the entire day with you," I said.
During dinner, I noticed the distance between us had shortened. We knew each other much better now, and our bond had strengthened because of it.
Even though I knew Mikado from the anime and manga, having her in front of me was completely different from seeing her on a screen or in drawings.
This Mikado was real.
A person of flesh and blood—someone who felt, who lived.
I couldn't keep treating her like some collectible card.
Something I had been doing up until now… and something I now found unacceptable.
At the beginning, all I wanted was to collect every heroine from To Love-Ru—main heroines, side heroines, all of them.
But I had overlooked something important.
Women aren't Pokémon you can capture.
They're people—with feelings, emotions, preferences, worries…
And I had been treating them like collectibles.
But after spending so much time with them—living with them, sharing experiences with them, not just physical ones—I had started to connect with them on a deeper level.
That's when I realized…
I had been doing everything wrong.
Of course, I still wanted to win over every heroine and sub-heroine. My goal hadn't changed.
But from now on, I would take things more slowly.
I would stop treating them like objects.
I would try to understand their feelings.
I wouldn't force anything.
I'd simply let things progress naturally and focus on strengthening our relationship before anything else.
All my girls are the most important thing to me.
More than anything material.
More than power.
But to protect them… I need that power.
"I… I'm sorry, I was busy all morning. But we can go on another date another time. We have plenty of time ahead of us—more than enough—so we shouldn't worry about things like that," Mikado said.
In reality, she had spent the entire morning—and part of the afternoon—choosing the perfect outfit for this date.
She did have time.
She just didn't want to say it.
"You're right. We have plenty of time ahead of us," I nodded.
Exactly.
Plenty of time…
"Right. By the way…" Mikado continued.
The rest of the dinner passed so pleasantly that it felt short. They enjoyed each other's company—sharing stories, talking about everyday things, even something as mundane as whether they had studied for exams.
Why didn't Mikado care about dating a student, despite being the school nurse?
Many would find such a relationship inappropriate—something that breaks moral ethics. A teacher and a student being together is considered wrong almost everywhere in the world, regardless of gender.
But neither Mikado nor Akira cared in the slightest.
Akira simply didn't care about age.
He liked all kinds of women—milfs, students, college girls, lolis… he didn't discriminate. So the thought of ethics didn't even cross his mind.
Mikado, on the other hand, was much the same.
As someone from an extremely long-lived race, she had lived far more years than she appeared to have.
And while being with someone much younger—much younger—might be considered taboo for some…
For Mikado, it wasn't.
She liked Akira.
Truly liked him.
And she didn't want something as trivial as a number to stand between them.
What did age matter when two people loved each other?
At least, that's how Mikado saw it.
The only thing that mattered to her was that she loved Akira—and wanted to stay by his side, supporting him as his woman.
For someone who had never experienced love before, finally finding someone she truly loved was intoxicating.
She was no longer Mikado, the most famous doctor in the galaxy—the miraculous physician capable of curing any illness.
No.
Now she was simply Mikado.
A maiden in love.
A woman who only wanted to experience love with the one she loved.
And what others thought of their relationship… didn't matter to either of them.
After dinner, the moment they had both been waiting for finally arrived.
The moment to become as intimate as possible.
To express intimacy in its most literal sense.
It was time.
Time to have sex.
There were no more doubts.
No more hesitation.
No more postponements.
Now… it was real.
They walked together and entered the nearest—and most luxurious—love hotel they could find.
Money wasn't an issue for either of them.
And Akira wanted Mikado's first time to be special—something she would remember fondly.
They could have done it at Mikado's place, but she had insisted her home was her laboratory—not the right place for something like this.
And at Akira's house, all the girls were there… which made it inappropriate.
So a love hotel was their only option.
When the receptionist saw Akira holding hands with a stunningly beautiful milf while asking for the best room available, jealousy consumed him entirely.
How could that kid be so lucky?!
He wanted a woman like that too.
Once inside the room, neither of them even bothered to look at how luxurious it was.
The moment the door closed, they began kissing passionately.
As if they had been waiting for this since the moment they met.
No… since the moment they had postponed it.
As soon as they entered, memories of that day came rushing back—the day they had been forced to delay their first time.
Their first kiss.
The first time Mikado had felt such intense lust.
The desire that kiss had awakened in Akira.
All of it came flooding back.
And without a single word, they devoured each other's lips.
As they kissed, they began removing each other's clothes, moving blindly through the room until they found the bed.
The moment they did, Akira pushed Mikado onto it, continuing to kiss her passionately.
{Note: I'll be honest—I didn't feel like describing the hotel room. Sure, I could've asked ChatGPT or Gemini, but that would take up too many words, and I'd rather you enjoy the sex sooner.}
Their naked bodies pressed against each other as they kissed.
A scene that would excite even the most puritan person.
They kept kissing for a while.
Akira groped Mikado's large breasts while she simply let herself be carried away by the pleasure.
Her body was overwhelmed with sensations.
Inexperienced, she didn't know what to do.
So she left everything to the expert—Akira, who had undoubtedly been with many women before.
The kiss lasted longer than one might expect, but eventually they separated, a thin string of saliva still connecting their lips—a clear sign of how passionately they had devoured each other.
"So… this is what kissing feels like… it's simply incredible," Mikado said.
The little clarity she had left allowed her to speak.
"Well… now comes the best part. The main course," I said.
I positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy, ready to enter her.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"I've been ready for a long time," Mikado nodded.
She was nervous.
Her heart was pounding, her cheeks flushed like those of an inexperienced girl.
At this moment, Mikado was no longer the mature, seductive nurse admired by all.
No.
Right now, she was nothing more than a maiden in love.
A woman waiting for her beloved to fill her with love.
Without hesitation, Akira slowly pushed into Mikado.
Then suddenly—
A thin line of blood ran down her thigh, staining the sheets beneath her.
She was a virgin.
Akira was surprised.
Especially considering how many years she had lived.
A woman like her… a virgin?
Still, he silently thanked the heavens.
He wasn't someone who placed great importance on virginity…
But he wouldn't deny that he preferred a virgin over someone who wasn't.
After all, who wouldn't want their partner to have been touched only by them?
The answer was obvious.
Mikado knew what Akira was thinking.
But she said nothing.
It was natural for him to assume she wasn't a virgin.
After all, their age difference—regardless of whether it mattered to them—was obvious.
She had lived far longer than she appeared.
So instead of explaining, she took the initiative and kissed him, easing the pain she felt.
The kiss continued until the pain disappeared completely.
Only then did Akira begin to move.
At first, slowly.
Mikado's pussy had been untouched until just moments ago—so he couldn't treat her like the others.
It would hurt her.
So he was gentle.
Letting her adjust to him.
Her body struggled to accommodate his size.
She was incredibly tight.
So tight that Akira had the fleeting thought that her body had been made solely to extract his semen—that it had a will of its own.
Of course, that wasn't true.
Just a passing thought.
Soon, her body began to adjust.
And Akira's movements gradually sped up.
Until he was thrusting into her like a beast.
What happened after that…
Would barely be remembered the next day.
{Note: Don't worry—the sex will continue in the next chapter. There's not much left.}