A Private Night of Passion: Ako's Hidden Desires Lead to an Unforgettable Act of Total Devotion with Hideki

The soft glow of the monitor cast long, dancing shadows across Hideki Nishimura's bedroom. On the screen, the vibrant world of Legendary Age was frozen mid-frame, their characters—Rusian and Aco—standing side-by-side atop a moonlit hill, a silent testament to their latest guild victory. But the real world, the one that truly mattered now, was far more intimate. Here, in the quiet warmth of his room, the line between Aco and Ako Tamaki had beautifully, irrevocably blurred. Ako was curled up on his bed, nestled against his pillows, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the comforter. She was wearing one of his oversized hoodies, the dark fabric making her pale skin seem almost luminous. Her scent, a sweet and subtle mix of vanilla shampoo and her own unique fragrance, filled the air, a constant, comforting presence that made his heart ache with a gentle fondness.

They had spent the evening just like this, talking and laughing, their real-life relationship feeling just as magical as their in-game marriage. For Ako Tamaki, the distinction was often a fragile one, a concept she struggled with, but tonight, it didn't seem to matter. Tonight, he was her Rusian, and she was his Aco, and the love they shared was as tangible as the warmth of her body next to his. He watched her from his desk chair, a soft smile on his face. Her long, dark hair was a silken cascade over the pillows, and her stunning blue eyes, usually wide with a sort of innocent confusion about the world, were soft and content. Those eyes were a universe unto themselves, a deep and captivating ocean of emotion that he could get lost in forever.

“I’m going to grab us some drinks,” he said softly, not wanting to break the serene spell that had settled over them. “Do you want some juice? Or tea?”

Ako looked up, her blue eyes blinking slowly, as if waking from a pleasant dream. “Tea sounds nice, Hideki-kun,” she whispered, her voice a little shy, as it often was when they were alone and the playful buffer of their guildmates wasn't there. She still called him by his real name in person, a small anchor to reality she clung to, even as her heart screamed ‘Rusian’.

He nodded and stood, stretching his arms over his head. As he left the room, he glanced back one last time. Ako had already returned to her reverie, her gaze fixed on the screen where their digital selves were immortalized. A wave of profound affection washed over him. He was the luckiest guy in the world. Who would have thought that the girl from the internet, the one everyone warned him might be a guy, would turn out to be this wonderful, beautiful, and deeply loving person? It was the central miracle of his life, a reality born from the fantasy world of an MMORPG, a story that felt like it was pulled from the pages of a light novel. The whole premise of ‘And You Thought There Is Never A Girl Online?’ had become his actual life, and it was better than he could have ever imagined.

Alone in the room, Ako sighed, a long, contented sound that filled the silence. The warmth of Hideki’s presence lingered. The sheets smelled like him. The hoodie she wore was a cocoon of his scent. She felt safe here, cherished. In Legendary Age, she was Aco, the loving and devoted wife of Rusian. She healed his wounds, supported his every charge, and lived for his praise. In the real world, she was Ako Tamaki, a girl still trying to figure things out, a girl who often felt awkward and out of place. But with Hideki, those two halves of her felt whole. He didn't just tolerate her confusion; he understood it. He was patient and kind, gently guiding her but never trying to change the core of who she was.

Her thoughts drifted, becoming warmer, heavier. She thought about their last in-game wedding anniversary event, the digital fireworks, the vows they’d re-typed to each other in the guild chat, filled with embarrassing but heartfelt sincerity. She remembered the way he’d held her hand on the train ride home from school yesterday, his thumb stroking her knuckles. A shiver traced its way down her spine. The feeling was electric, a strange and wonderful current that pooled low in her belly. She was his wife. That was the truth she held onto, the one that made sense of everything. And a wife… a wife should be with her husband. In every way.

Her hand, which had been resting on her stomach, drifted lower, her fingers brushing against the soft cotton of her panties through the thick fabric of the hoodie. Her breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed a deep, vibrant crimson, even though no one was there to see. The thought was scandalous, forbidden, but oh so tempting. This was Hideki’s room. His bed. The air was thick with him. Closing her eyes, she imagined he was there, that his hands were the ones touching her. Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of the hoodie, under the waistband of her underwear, finding the heat and moisture that had already begun to gather there. She gasped softly as her own touch sent a jolt of pure pleasure through her entire body. It was a secret, shameful act, but the fantasy fuelling it was so pure, so full of love for him. This wasn't just masturbation; it was an act of devotion, a private prayer to the boy she adored. Her hips began to move in a slow, unconscious rhythm against the mattress, her mind filled with the image of his face, his kind smile, the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn't paying attention.

When Hideki pushed the door open, balancing two mugs of steaming tea, the sight that greeted him made him freeze in the doorway. The world seemed to slow down, the soft clinking of the ceramic mugs the only sound in his ears. Ako was on his bed, her eyes squeezed shut, a look of blissful concentration on her face. One of her hands was hidden beneath his hoodie, and her hips were moving in a slow, rolling motion that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. A soft, breathy moan escaped her lips, a sound so private and intimate it felt like a physical blow. He saw the blush on her cheeks, the slight parting of her lips, the sheer, unadulterated yearning in her posture.

The mugs rattled in his suddenly trembling hands. He should leave. He should close the door, make a noise, give her a chance to stop. It was the right thing to do. The gentlemanly thing. But he was paralyzed, rooted to the spot by a potent cocktail of shock, embarrassment, and a surge of raw, untamed desire that he had never felt before. Seeing her like this, so lost in her own pleasure, so vulnerable and beautiful… it was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed.

His slight movement, the soft scrape of his shoe on the floor, was enough. Ako's eyes flew open. They widened in horror, the deep blue pools instantly flooding with panic and shame. Her movements ceased instantly. Her hand shot out from under her hoodie as if burned. The look on her face, a devastating combination of deer-in-the-headlights terror and utter mortification, shattered the spell. He finally moved, placing the mugs on his desk with a quiet click before turning back to her. He didn't know what to say. An apology felt inadequate. A joke felt cruel. Silence was unbearable.

“Ako…” he started, his voice barely a whisper.

Tears welled in her eyes, thick and crystalline, threatening to spill over. “I-I’m sorry!” she cried, her voice cracking. She scrambled to sit up, pulling the hoodie down around her knees, trying to make herself smaller, to disappear. “I’m so sorry, Hideki-kun! I didn't… I was just… thinking about… I’m so sorry!” She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

His heart broke for her. He crossed the room in two strides and sat on the edge of the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip. He didn't touch her, not yet. He just sat there, giving her a moment. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice gentle. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She peeked at him through her fingers, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “But… you saw. It’s… it’s disgusting. I’m disgusting.”

“No,” he said, his voice firm but kind. He reached out and gently pulled her hands away from her face. He held them in his, his thumbs stroking the backs of her palms. “No, Ako. It wasn't disgusting. It was… beautiful.” The word hung in the air between them, honest and true. Her head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief. “You’re beautiful,” he continued, his gaze unwavering. “And seeing you… wanting me… that’s not something to be sorry for.”

Her blush deepened, but the panic in her eyes began to subside, replaced by a trembling uncertainty. He could see the conflict warring within her. Her ingrained shyness versus her all-consuming love. He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, and he could feel the heat radiating from her skin. “Were you… were you thinking about me?” he whispered, the question both an accusation and a plea.

She could only manage a tiny, jerky nod, unable to meet his gaze. A slow, possessive heat spread through his chest. He lifted a hand to her cheek, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear. “Good,” he murmured, his voice growing thick with emotion. “Because I’m always thinking about you.”

That was all it took. The last of her resistance crumbled. She let out a small sob and leaned into his touch, her body melting against his. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. He could feel the rapid, frantic beat of her heart against his chest. He held her for a long time, just rocking her gently, whispering reassurances until her trembling subsided. When she finally pulled back, her eyes were still red-rimmed, but the shame had been replaced by something else, something deeper and more intense. It was raw, naked desire, an emotion he had only ever seen in the eyes of her game avatar, Aco. Now, it was here, in the real world, directed entirely at him.

“Hideki-kun…” she breathed, her voice husky. “Can you… can you kiss me?”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He leaned in and captured her lips with his own. It wasn’t a tentative, shy kiss like the ones they had shared before. This was different. It was hungry, desperate, fueled by the explosive release of pent-up tension. Her lips parted for him instantly, and his tongue swept inside, tasting her, exploring her. She moaned into his mouth, her arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer, until there was no space left between them. The kiss was a conversation, telling a story of longing and discovery, of fantasy finally crashing into reality with breathtaking force.

When they finally broke for air, they were both breathless. He looked down at her, at her flushed face, her swollen lips, the passion blazing in her incredible blue eyes. He slowly pushed the oversized hoodie up, his hands shaking slightly. Ako didn’t resist. She watched him with a look of complete and utter trust. The hoodie came off over her head, leaving her in just her school blouse and skirt. His eyes fell to her chest, where her impressive bust strained against the thin white fabric of her blouse. Her big tits were one of her most prominent features, something that made her self-conscious but also secretly proud. In the game, Aco’s avatar was similarly well-endowed, another part of the fantasy made real. He reached out, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. He worked them free one by one, his gaze locked with hers. With each undone button, more of her creamy skin was revealed, along with the lacy edge of her bra.

Finally, the blouse was open, and he pushed it off her shoulders. She was breathtaking. Her bra, a simple but pretty light blue, struggled to contain the heavy, soft mounds of her breasts. He reached behind her and unhooked it, letting the straps fall away. Her breasts spilled free, full and pale, tipped with delicate pink nipples that were already beaded and hard with arousal. A choked sound escaped his throat. They were even more magnificent than he had imagined. He cupped them in his hands, testing their weight, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. Ako gasped, her back arching, pushing her chest forward into his touch. “They’re so big…” he murmured, almost reverently. He lowered his head, his lips closing around one nipple, his tongue laving the taut bud. Ako cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her head thrown back. The sensation was overwhelming, a pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He suckled her, lavishing attention on each breast, worshipping her body in a way that made her feel like the most precious treasure in the world. This was what she had dreamed of. This was what it meant to be Rusian's wife.

He moved from her breasts, his lips trailing a hot path down her stomach, making her shiver. He unzipped her skirt, and it pooled around her hips. He eased her panties down her legs, his eyes devouring every inch of her. She was completely naked before him now, vulnerable and open, her body flushed with desire. He moved between her legs, his warm breath ghosting over the damp curls between her thighs. Ako’s eyes widened. This was a level of intimacy she hadn’t even dared to fantasize about. “Hideki…” she whispered, a plea and a prayer all in one.

“You’re so beautiful, Ako,” he murmured against her skin, before his tongue darted out, tasting her for the first time. She screamed, a raw, uninhibited sound of pure shock and pleasure. Her body convulsed, her hips lifting off the bed as he expertly tormented her, his tongue working magic she had never known existed. It was too much. The feelings she had been trying to create on her own just moments before were nothing compared to this. This was real. This was him. Within minutes, she was crying out his name as her body shattered, a powerful orgasm ripping through her, leaving her limp and gasping against the pillows.

As she came down from the peak, her body still trembling with aftershocks, he moved up to lie beside her, pulling her into his arms. “Was that… okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

She buried her face in his chest, nodding weakly. “It was… more than okay,” she mumbled, her voice thick with emotion. “It was perfect.” She looked up at him, her blue eyes shining with a new, profound depth of love. There was a question in them, a desire for more, for something final and absolute. She wanted all of him. She wanted the lines to be gone forever. In her mind, this was their wedding night, the real one. And a wife gives her husband everything.

“Hideki-kun,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady. “I want… I want to be your wife. For real. In every single way.”

He understood what she was asking. He could see it in the earnest, unwavering intensity of her gaze. His heart pounded in his chest. “Ako… are you sure?”

She nodded, a solemn, determined expression on her face. “There’s… there’s one more thing,” she whispered, her cheeks turning a shade of pink he found utterly adorable. “I want you to… to fill me up. Completely. Like… like you own me.” Her eyes darted away for a second, a flicker of shyness, before locking back onto his. “Can you… can we do it… in the back?”

The request stunned him. Anal. It was something he’d only read about, a fantasy that felt distant and taboo. But coming from her, delivered with such trusting sincerity, it felt like the most intimate offering in the world. She wasn't asking for pleasure; she was asking for possession. She wanted to give him a part of her that was untouched, to mark her as his in the most permanent way she could imagine. He saw the trust in her eyes, the absolute faith she had in him. How could he say no?

“Only if you’re one hundred percent sure,” he said, his voice low and serious. “It might hurt. I don’t want to hurt you, Ako.”

“You won’t,” she said with unwavering confidence. “Because it’s you, Rusian.” The use of his game name at that moment was a powerful blow. It was Aco speaking now, his loyal, devoted healer and wife. He kissed her deeply, a promise of care and reverence. He retrieved a bottle of lubricant from his nightstand, something he’d bought ages ago out of a vague, hopeful curiosity, never imagining he would use it like this. He helped her roll onto her stomach, arranging the pillows under her hips. Her body was a beautiful landscape in the dim light, the soft curves of her back, the flare of her hips, the perfect roundness of her ass. He knelt behind her, his heart hammering against his ribs. He coated his fingers liberally with the cool, slick gel and gently touched her. She flinched, but didn't pull away. “Just relax for me,” he whispered, his voice a soothing balm. “Breathe.”

He worked slowly, carefully, preparing her with his fingers. He spoke to her the entire time, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her, how perfect she felt. He watched her face, her reactions, ready to stop at the slightest sign of true pain. But while her expression was tight with anticipation and a little discomfort, it was also filled with a kind of ecstatic resolve. This was what she wanted. This was her ultimate gift to him. When he felt she was ready, he positioned himself behind her, pressing the head of his cock against her tight entrance. “Ako… tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” she breathed, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Please… don’t stop.”

He pushed forward, slowly, inch by agonizing inch. She cried out, a sharp sound of pain mixed with a gasp of pleasure as her body stretched to accommodate him. He froze, whispering her name, but she urged him on. “More… please, I need you inside me.” He moved again, pushing past the initial resistance until he was fully seated inside her. The tightness was incredible, a searing, velvety heat that threatened to undo him right then and there. He stayed still for a long moment, letting her body adjust to the feeling of being so completely filled. He leaned over her, kissing her shoulder, her neck, his hands roaming over her back and breasts. Finally, he began to move, starting with slow, deep strokes that were more about reverence than rhythm.

With every thrust, a moan was torn from Ako’s lips. It was a new kind of intimacy, a raw, primal connection that transcended anything they had ever experienced. He felt every ripple of her inner muscles clenching around him. He watched her hips rise to meet his every push. This was it. This was the ultimate union she had craved. The lines were gone. There was no Aco and Ako, no Rusian and Hideki. There was only them, two souls joined as one in the most profound way possible. The pace quickened, his slow, careful thrusts becoming harder, faster, driven by a need that was as emotional as it was physical. He was claiming her, marking her as his, and she was receiving him, accepting him, loving him with every cell of her being. He could feel his climax building, a roaring wave of pressure and heat. “Ako, I’m… I’m going to…”

“Inside!” she cried out, her voice desperate. “Fill me up, Hideki! Please, fill your wife!”

That was all he needed. With a final, powerful thrust, he poured himself into her. He shouted her name as his release tore through him, hot and thick, flooding her warmth. It was a creampie born not of lust, but of absolute love and devotion. He collapsed on top of her, his body spent, his forehead resting on her back. They lay like that for a long time, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged pants. The only sound in the room was the thudding of their hearts, beating in perfect sync.

He eventually found the strength to pull out of her and slide to her side, gathering her into his arms and pulling the comforter over their naked bodies. He held her close, her back pressed against his chest, his arm wrapped securely around her waist. She snuggled back against him, letting out a soft, contented sigh. There were no more words to say. Everything had been said in the act itself. He was hers, and she was his, completely and irrevocably. The girl from the online game, the girl from *Netoge no Yome wa Onnanoko ja nai to Omotta*, was lying in his arms, her reality now his own. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair. In the quiet darkness of his room, with the faint glow of their fantasy world still lighting the screen, Hideki knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his soul, that his life would never be the same. He had found his happy ending, not at the end of a quest line, but right here, in his arms.