This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!



"Drop it already."

Dawn stuck her tongue out at my words. She then leaned back and smacked her sheets.

I was glad she didn't have any thoughts about my change. Especially since she was an angel, the antithesis of a demon's existence.

'I only care about you dusk, humans demons or angels, all of them can go die in a ditch,' she had said.

"What did you bring me?" She asked. "You better have brought something brat."

"How demanding," I muttered as I closed the door and walked over to her. Titania also floated over and rested atop Dawn's head.

"I am your savior right now, I can demand your life."

"What happened to the whole speech about cutting it even?"

"I'll say I am slightly at the top?"

Fair.

I actually couldn't argue with that.

"I brought you some Sachertorte from the Sachertorte faction."

"What's with that name?" Dawn asked as she knocked off her sheets and slid over to the side of the bed. I had naturally had her crash over for the last few days. That girl who she had joined as the aide of inquired once, but had to leave when I said get lost.

I fetched the plates and sent the table over to her with my psychokinesis. Practicing it like this for small things was pretty convenient. I could understand how Sophia had managed to master it to her degree.

With the plates on the table, I sat on a chair across Dawn and sliced up the sachertorte in two slices.

She raised her hand to swipe the plate. Stopped. Her head turned around in suspiciously. And she started sweating around her neck.

"Ah… my stomach hurts too much. I can't eat it myself."

Oh?

What was this now?

"Do you want me to feed you?" I asked.

Could it be…

"Yeah, you better," Dawn nodded, her purple hair sticking over to her forehead.

She was totally pretending!

Had she healed up? Already?

Oh right, didn't that bitch Dantalian mention how potions are more effective on angels? There weren't any angels in this realm, so I wouldn't have known…

In that case…

Why was she pretending?

I scooped up a part of the cake in a spoon, nabbed in a bit of cream, and fed it to Dawn.

"How is it?" I asked.

She closed her eyes and then widened them open.

"It's strangely good! It's soft yet firm! Luscious and spongey but not at all gooey! Is that apricot jam I taste in there?"

"Right? I knew it suited the tastes of old ladies," I said wearing the best smile I could.

Dawn froze.

Hitting her age was a sensitive spot, huh?

"What did you just say, bastard?"

"Here, have another bite."

Dawn nibbled on more cake and closed her eyes. I fed her a few more bites, leaning over even closer.

"Um, slow down."

"Oh?" I smiled again. "I thought you wanted to eat more. You had definitely gotten heavier after all."

Dawn trembled this time. Not enough huh?

As rude as it was, it was also pretty fun.

One more push.

"Come to think of it, it's been a while since we met everyone from the Deep Down Town branch, right? I wonder if the old man is good."

"Hm?"

"Oh, I am sorry. He's probably younger than you, I didn't mean to call you old—"

"Dusk you little rat!"

Dawn jumped over the table and grabbed my arms. Her teeth clenched in anger as she flipped me over down the chair.

I wrapped my arms around her and made sure wasn't hurt as both of us lowered to the ground.

"What's your deal, huh?" She asked.

I grinned and spoke.

"Look who's jumping around. Weren't you in too much pain to move a bit back?"

Dawn's clenched neck loosened.

Hah.

"T-that…" She muttered. Then, she grabbed her stomach while straddling me. "Ah… it hurts so much."

I sat up and she slid over on my lap.

"As if that's going to work," I muttered, pulling her shirt up.

"H-hey! Fine! Fine! I am all good, happy?" She looked away and said. "I'll get out of your hair now. Enjoy yourself—"

She seemed ready to leave, but I wrapped my hands around her before she could.

She sat still.

I pulled her shirt up anyway. Slowly, it slid up, the fabric revealing her beautiful stomach, from her sides up to her navel.

Just a small scar. Probably one that won't go.

I ran my hand over it, and Dawn shuddered. She then pushed me away.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You finally recovered, did you expect me to sit still?" I asked.

Dawn's hands heated up.

"Why, what does it matter what an old, heavy woman like me says, huh?"

I looked up and pressed my forehead into hers.

"I was just messing around."

"Sure, douchebag. Just say you're kidding when it suits you—"

I tightened my grip around her back and buried my chest in her neck.

"I am sorry I let you get hurt."

She placed a hand on my shoulders, and then sighed.

"Again? Like I said, you didn't let me get hurt, I saved you."

"Still. I'll never let it happen again."

Dawn sighed and wrapped her arms around my back too. Her warm cheeks pressing against my neck.

"Were you scared?"

"Scared? Not really?"

She slapped my back.

"Yes, yes, very scared. If something happened I wouldn't have forgiven myself."

Not a lie.

Dawn sighed again.

"I missed you like this," she said. "Not that edgy, angsty, token painful character you had going on."

"Ahem, well…"

"I pretended to spend some more time here."

"Oh you didn't have to," I said. Slowly, I turned toward her ears and whispered. "Stay here for another week."

"A week?"

I nodded.

Dawn let out a heated sigh and slowly pulled away.

Our noses were nigh touching.

I ran my hands down her back and over to her firm ass.

Dawn in turn placed a hand on my chest while her other went lower.

"A week, then," she said. Sealing the kiss.

Like two animals in heat, we felt each other for the next four hours straight.