A star has descended from the heavens.

To some, it may just be the spark needed to light up the mundane life in the city.

But to one... it's a turning point in his life.

This is (y/n), the everyday average joe in high school. One evening, he's just arrived home, about to take a shower. What he thought would be another average night, then come another average day in life tomorrow, would change as a bright light suddenly filled the living room. Cat's curiosity, (y/n) peeked through the gap in the door where shimmers of what remained of the light peer through.

And when the lights died down... he's met with an elf lady. Dark-skinned, smooth black hair, amber eyes that would captivate any man (and probably seduce them to bang her), and a curvalicious figure clad in a scanty, purple outfit. (y/n)'s expression changed into a blend of surprise and confusion upon seeing her, who just came straight from another world.

(y/n): Who are you... ?

Olga: My head... where am I?

(y/n): (city name), my house. How did you get in? No, more importantly, where the heck did you come from?

Olga, now standing up gracefully, takes a good look on her surroundings. To her, everything is just as alienating as her own presence in (y/n)'s eyes. She isn't exactly familiar with technology and modernity, a clear sign that the world she came from is a traditional fantasy one as opposed to this current age of mankind.

(y/n): Talk about a reverse isekai experience... now that I think about it, never thought it'd only happen in animu.

Olga: A human... (looks man enough. But still... I'm the older one here... so he's still a child to me.)

(y/n): Wait a minute... Olga Discordia from Kuroinu? WHAT?!

Before he knew it, the dark elf had put him on a subdue. Held his head on the floor, pinned between a hard place and a pair of supple legs.

Olga: You... know me, human?

(y/n): Girl any cultured men would know! Is this a dream or is this just a meme?

Olga: Why aren't you resisting?

(y/n): THE Olga Discordia herself, in the flesh! If this isn't honor, then I don't know what is! And well, guess you could say out of the many characters in the game, I like you the best...

Olga: ... Hmm. Now name yourself.

(y/n): My name is (y/n) (l/n), but everyone calls me (y/n).

Olga then lets go, letting out a sigh. (y/n) would then proceed to teach her how the modern age works, starting slow. But it seems that she's a quick learner, learning about the ever so convenient Internet, history, and how to use the tech stuff in the house. It only took her hours to get it down, as evening became night.

The dark elf thought to herself. Compared to the world where she came from, which would be something out of a picture book in this place, is this a world full of nice people? If I were you, I'd say it's arguable. But when you get to know some people, they can be nice after all... although some nice guys may have rather evil means to accomplish what's essentially for the good.

Dinner time came, and (y/n) served a bowl of stew for his esteemed guest who'd live with him since she has nowhere else to go in this civilization. One sip, one taste, and Olga's already in love with it.

(y/n): Eat up. Can't do anything on an empty stomach.

Olga: Kuh... it's so good I'm going to lose my sanity...

(y/n): Woman... this isn't a gangbang...

Olga: I know! Shush!

To her, the ingredients are on an entirely different level. Good as the food may be, Olga is still a queen at heart. Can't be too hasty to finish your meal, otherwise you'd choke on it.

Now comes the time to get Olga a bath and properly dressed up... rather than having her stay an erotic stripper. Enjoying her time alone in the bathtub while (y/n) is busy playing Yakuza 6, the elf queen remarked to herself that magic isn't even needed to heat up the water and keep it on a maintained temperature. The thought of returning to her own world crossed her mind, but now that she's relatively comfortable in this place, is there ever any need to go back? Especially to the rapey smelly men who'd do her for hours until they're all satisfied?

I don't know, being used as orc cocksleeves? Maybe not. Perhaps this outcome is the best for her. No need to worry about having to be ashamed of it anymore. Not when she knows, (y/n), instead of panicking and shooing her away, is taking care of her well.

Said man is just about to fight Tsuneo Iwami in the game when Olga walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel, hugging her curves perfectly.

Olga: So where can I get dressed?

(y/n): There, my bedroom. Sorry if it's not to your liking, there are no spare rooms here...

Olga: *sigh* It will have to do I suppose. I take it you've already prepared the clothes for me?

(y/n): On the bed. Now go, before your towel comes loose.

A man so humble, yet fearless to make some lowkey dirty remarks. After time and time again being raped in that dungeon, his words sparked doubt in Olga's mind. But at the same time, his tone has no ill intent whatsoever. Not like the men back in her world, who drove the kingdom to ruin.

Olga, now dressed in a white blouse shirt that covers most of her torso, and a pair of shorts that defined her thigs well, walks out and takes a seat in the couch next to (y/n), his eyes fixated on the ending cutscene.

Olga: Is this what they call a video game?

(y/n): Huh, you sure learn pretty darn quick...

Olga: The internet sure is convenient.

(y/n): ... it sure is.

Olga: (I wonder if he's truly a fan of me. It is common practice to sell rare, one of a kind creature at the highest bidder, is it not? But instead this man is sheltering me.)

She noticed a tear coming out of (y/n)'s eyelid. Is the ending that sad? Well if you've played Dunkuza 6 and finished it, or at least watched some footages of gameplay... it's tearjerking. Without any words, Olga trailed her finger across (y/n)'s face, gently wiping the tear off. As he just looked at her, awkward silence ensued.

And of course... as the game's back to the main menu, Kiryu Kazuma is just there looking at them through the screen with his usual stoic, sleepy dragon expression.

(y/n): ... what was that for?

Olga: ... nothing.

(y/n): Well... guess I'll go get my bath now...

In the bath, (y/n) pondered something. The elf's touch is smooth, soothing to the soul. He knew if he said 'it's raining' or something like that, it'd be a dumb excuse since they're indoors. Well, unless the roof isn't treated with Flextape and it's raining - which, currently is not the weather.

It's just their first day, maybe he could extend his relationship with her? After all, it's not everyday that anyone gets to see an actual elf out of nowhere. Although at the same time, he knows it'll be a tough one. If people knows that (y/n) is living with an actual elf, both of them might just get into some predicaments. And he'd rather keep this secret to himself to avoid such outcomes.

Later on, (y/n) decided to hit the hay, and saw Olga bundling up in his blanket like a rice ball, shivering.

(y/n): Er...

Olga: It's too cold!

(y/n): Oh, right. The air conditioner...

Olga: Turn it down, please!

(y/n): Alright alright, hang on...

After raising the AC's temperature a bit to warm up the room, (y/n) sighed as he rolled out a futon to sleep on the floor, feeling uncomfortable at the thoughts of having to sleep with a woman he just met today.

Olga: Why are you sleeping on the floor?

(y/n): I, er... don't wanna start acting unwise on that bed.

Olga: Hmmm. Fair enough I suppose. But are you sure? This bed can fit two or three people you know?

(y/n): I know, just that...

Olga just giggled warmly.

Olga: I suppose it can't be helped. Alright, have a good night now.

Both of them lied down and went to sleep afterwards. But... one of them's not like the other. At midnight, when (y/n)'s fast asleep already, Olga woke up and tried her best to drag the boi from his futon, up to the bed. And of course, he won't suspect a thing until then since he's sleeping like a log. Letting out a sigh of relief as she successfully brought (y/n) to his actual bed, Olga lied down in comfort with a funny dopey face.

The next morning...

(y/n) woke up on his bed, surprised on how did he get there. And when he looked to his side, Olga's gone. But he smelled something nice from the kitchen... maybe she's there.

Right on cue as he got out, Olga's just standing there with a heartful of breakfast served. The elf herself is still wearing his dress, layered with an apron.

Olga: Good morning, (y/n). Breakfast is ready.

(y/n): ... you made all this by yourself?

Olga: Why yes! I learned everything once I woke up.

(y/n) glanced at his computer desk and saw signs of it being recently operated.

(y/n): Oh...

Olga: Now, eat up.

They took their seats and started eating. Olga only showed a brief moment of satisfaction at the meal platter she just cooked, having taste tested it beforehand. Despite seemingly having no prior experience, the chocolate elf learned quick and became adept at it - its results evidently showing in the form of (y/n)'s sense of awe and satisfaction upon savoring the food.

(y/n): Damn breh this is some good stuff!

Olga: Fufu~

He was so absorbed in Olga's cooking that he wanted more of it - but when looking at the time... oh shit it's almost time for class! Gotta hurry up before school gate closes for good, unless you want to commit Mirror's Edge!

Timeskip brought by Olga screaming segs for no reason at all

Afternoon, and (y/n) still hasn't come back yet. Olga's become lonely already, spending almost the whole day cleaning up the house and then watching TV. Out of boredom waiting for her man to come back, Olga wandered around the house to get a better grip on her new environment, and came across a closet door (y/n) had labeled as "Forbidden Gate".

Olga: Forbidden gate, you say? I wonder what's inside?

Upon opening the door...

Dank, menacing darkness surrounded her. Olga thought for a split second, is this the way back to her currently shitty world? Is the darkness going to take her back to her jail cell there? She waved her hands around, eventually coming across the light switch and flicked it on, revealing the true contents of this "forbidden gate".

Olga: ... oh.

Turns out, it's just a stockpile of perishables and snacks that (y/n) had kept ever since he started living on his own. A bag of chips caught her eye, so she took it to munch on in her binge watch. (y/n) probably won't get mad if she closed the door and leave no traces behind.

And now, somewhere in school...

(y/n)'s classmate: What's poppin bro? Got any plans for the weekend?

(y/n): No, and I'm gonna head back home, why?

(y/n)'s classmate: Ai yo, this soon? Damn, I was about to hook you up with a couple JK gals I know...

(y/n): JK gals? You remember how a similiar event back then ended up with me being bullied and humiliated by that gal?

(y/n)'s classmate: Bro, promise it'll be different this time 'round! Whatcha say?

(y/n): Ight deuces bruh I'm hella snitching!

*cue Instant Transmission sfx here*

Now back in the comforts of his home, (y/n) took off his shoes and noticed Olga's presence in the living room, having fallen asleep on the couch with the TV still turned on. As he sighed, (y/n) reached for the remote and turned it off, before noticing the bag of chips lying on the floor. There's still some left inside the open bag, so (y/n) took a handful and chowed down.

Not long after, Olga woke up and looked at the (h/c) boy before him, just... munching down on chips as his head snapped back to face her.

Olga: O-oh... welcome back! Ahaha...

(y/n): You opened the forbidden gate didn't you?

Olga: I was hungry...

(y/n): .... have at it all you want. I barely touched the snacks there ever since.

Olga: Oh, thank goodness... I thought you were going to punish me.

(y/n): That'd make me no different than... whoever invaded you back home.

Olga: You knew?

(y/n): Call it a whim. Anyways, I think it's time we get you some proper clothes for a lady.

Olga: You'd do this for me?

(y/n): I may not know whether your people would miss you or not - but I know the look on your face. You don't want to go back.

Olga: ....

She averted her gaze from him with her head hung low.

Olga: It's true, and there's probably no way home for me now. Selfish as it may be, I find this place and era to be comfortable enough, as long as I'm away from those barbarians.

(y/n): I can only hope they'll pull through somehow... although that is perhaps a bit naïve from me, knowing what transpired.

Olga: One can only hope... *ahem* Anyways, how are we going to do this? I can't just show your people that I'm an elf now can I?

(y/n): ... allow me to show you the power we call Amazon

BELIEVE IN ARMOUR ZONE-

wait wrong show, shit

Olga learned quick once again on how to utilize online shopping sites on the PC, with (y/n)'s guidance. Naturally as a former royal, Olga has some... interesting capabilities in negotiation and dealing with the sellers. With agreement from (y/n), Olga decided to have the items she ordered to be delivered overnight - making sure they arrive tomorrow. She does realize that she can't forever borrow clothes for men, and in extension, going commando without any undergarments.

The next day, when Olga's still asleep, (y/n) went up after hearing the bell rang and opened the door, greeted by an Amazon box loaded with female apparel. The courier looked understandably confused, but (y/n) managed to clear it up by saying it's a gift for his girlfriend.

Today is the no-school day for (y/n), AKA weekend. He can freely do whatever he wants to do - starting with getting Olga dressed up. Hearing the slight ruckus outside, the elf woke up and stumbled out of the bedroom - seeing (y/n) unpack everything.

Olga: Oh, they've arrived already.

(y/n): Here, try each one on and tell me whether it fits or not.

Olga simply nodded, using the shower as a changing room to test out her new outfits. The first set is a pink sweater that fits her slender figure, and a black side-slit skirt that complements her supple hips.

Olga: W-what do you think?

(y/n): Looking good, lady!

Olga: Alright, if you say so... on to the next one.

The second set consists of a bunch of T-shirts for women, suitable for casual outings as well as home wear. There's also a couple trousers - one jean, and the other cotton as well as a couple pairs of hotpants... that Olga deliberately picked. Each one suits her stature well, with one V-neck T-shirt being on the tighter side as it defined her ample bosom, even showing a bit of cleavage.

Olga: This is more like... I don't know, (y/n)-

(y/n): Hey, I thought your original clothes were more exposed...

Olga: We don't talk about that. Next!

The third and final set is... a lingerie and a night gown. Now this is one risque choice... one that is reminiscent of her default clothing.

Olga: ... do you like it?

(y/n): I'd be lying if I said no but god damn, this is so out of context...

Olga: Well, it's just the two of us...

(y/n): Well the set certainly matches with your appearance. Now put on some actual clothes...

After settling with the V-neck and hotpants, Olga tidied everything up into the wardrobe and took a seat on (y/n)'s bed as she looked outside. Deep down, she knows that back in her world, her kind is still being used by men to satisfy their own carnal desires - and yet, as she is now, she's powerless to change it, let alone find a way back home.

But at the same time, she's content about settling down with (y/n) peacefully, and even came to like him as more than just a human being. Placing her hand on the window, Olga gazed at her own reflection as she hoped the same miracle would happen to the others in her home world.

(y/n) came in after putting the empty box somewhere else, wanting to take a nap to charge up energy for an all-nighter. He saw Olga reading one of his novels, leaning on the wall as she lowered it.

Olga: You look tired.

(y/n): No, I just wanna sleep, is all...

Olga: I see.

She pats her thighs, gesturing him to lay his head down on her lap.

Olga: Here, lay down your head in my lap.

(y/n): I want my pillow tho

Olga: Are you saying my thighs aren't soft enough?

(y/n): N-no that's not what I meant!

Olga: Then don't hesitate.

(y/n) nodded awkwardly as he did what the former elf royal wishes him to do. He felt... comfort, like no other. He thought, Olga's lap is the best and I ain't gon want no other. Even if this is just their third day living under the same roof, (y/n) felt more closer to Olga now. And he felt that she might feel the same way too. Well my friend, looks like you struck gold.

Olga dropped the novel she's currently reading, puts her hands on (y/n)'s cheeks, and pulls it up as she lowers her head down to peck his forehead gingerly. That for sure earned a blush from the boy, as he nervously looked around as if he lost an item or some shit.

(y/n): W-w-what was that for?

Olga: Think of it as a token of my gratitude. I will be living with you from now on, if you would have me.

(y/n): O-of course... besides, it's getting lonely in here, ahaha...

Olga: Don't worry about peeping eyes. What's between the two of us, is our little secret to keep.

And so, a new door opens up for Olga to start her life anew in this world with (y/n). She lets out a huff of satisfaction as she picks up the novel to continue reading, muttering something under her breath.

Olga: I'm starting to like you, human...

And later on in the evening... another star fell like before.