Kyle pulled up to an out of the way area where the law enforcement on this planet wouldn’t see.

He couldn’t help but grin while thinking back on all the wonderful things he did with Hanna. In the car. In the bathroom. In the bedroom.

He… had a lot of cleaning up to do afterwords but it was a price he was glad to pay.

After a short hike to his ship, he went through the process of taking human Kyle out of stasis. Slowly, the man opened his green eyes. The same color as his beautiful Hanna’s.

The original stared at him, flabbergasted. He probably found it strange to look into the face of a better looking version of himself.

“Come on. You need to walk around if you’re going to make it to your appointment tomorrow.” He helped the actual Kyle up. Slowly, he helped him take a lap around his ship. This human wasn’t a bad person... entirely. Urges were not a reason to condemn someone. Only if one acted on those urges...

“Ow! Fuck! Your grip is insane!”

“Oh, sorry.” Kyle released the man’s arm.

He huffed, with effort.

“You have to keep going or you’ll never last a full hour.”

“I know. I’m determined.” He sighed. “Did. You know? Chelsea? The woman I’m meeting?”

Of course, he did. He had Kyle’s memories. “What about her?”

“I had a crush on her waaaay before she saved me. Then, when she did, I really wanted to be with her. But, you know, she didn’t believe me. And said that if I still felt that way to meet her at that cafe at 7—”

Who was this human trying to kid? The only reason he became obsessed with meeting Chelsea again was so he could focus on not ogling his own sister. “I know. I have your memories.”

“Maybe. But I doubt you can understand my feelings on the matter?”

He wanted to punch him for saying that.

If only he didn’t understand this guy’s feelings on the matter. A little too roughly, Kyle dragged the other Kyle around for a few more laps. Just when it seemed like the human would pass out, he said, “Come on. Let’s get you back in stasis.”

He thought briefly about revealing his relationship with his sister just so he could see the shock on his face. But Kyle wasn’t that evil.

But he’d think about it considering how gross this fucker was (even if his feelings were mostly in his subconscious and towards the transmigrator inside his sister).

***

Hanna awoke with the worst headache since the time she’d entered this animated world. She blushed when she remembered what they’d done last night... Of course, she’d passed out way too soon. Probably. Thank fuck Kyle was ridiculously strong.

She opened one eye to see Kyle doing some kind of beautiful, streamlined martial art. His hands and tentacles moved in a blur. Then he would kick out and use his tentacles as supports.

He must have had a ton to do after they’d finished. Had he been up all night? Would he be okay?

“Did you get enough sleep?”

He finished another two moves before coming to a stop. He sent her a beautiful grin that caused her heart to beat faster. “Some. I can manage. My endurance is pretty good.”

That was an understatement. She couldn’t help but think back to last night and blush.

Changing the subject… “What is the schedule like for today?”

”First we go to class, then we pick up your body's real brother and get him to his appointment.”

She smirked. ”You can just call it a date.”

His mouth thinned into a grim line. ”Not while I’m pretending to be him.”

It took her a second to realize that letting her actual brother have a girlfriend would be awkward while she and her fake brother were exclusive lovers.

”Oh.”

”Yeah.”

She cleared her throat, ”So, Brandon seemed to leave early yesterday.”

”He didn’t fuck a random woman at the club either. I don’t think he saw us though.”

”At least there is that.”

”Yeah.”

She grinned. ”Then, to school it is! I have a test in math I need an A in or I’ll be fucked.”

***

She started filling in the bubble for question 7. The answer was ‘69’. Sitting beside her was a girl named Ginny who had finished earlier and was making doe eyes at the attractive professor, Mr. Dickinson.

It wouldn’t be so bad, except that he was making doe eyes back at her. It looked like he was making doe eyes at Hanna... Weird as fuck. Also, ew.

Again, no one but her seemed to notice. Well, she had a test she needed to finish.

Once everyone passed them up, the teacher—impossibly fast—graded them and handed them back.

When she saw Ginny’s paper it had, ’Please see me after class!’ written on it.

Hanna glanced at the teacher then Ginny. These two were going to fuck in here, weren’t they? Shit. She’d have to double-check her desk and chair for weird ’spills’ on Monday. Or maybe she could donate to the custodians’ retirement fund. They were the real MVPs of Hentai world.

That was when Hanna noticed her grade. Shit! It was only a B+.

The bell rang for everyone to head to lunch. Most of the class scattered but Hanna walked up to the teacher. Ginny was also there, eyeing the teacher seductively.

Hanna ignored her. ”Mr. Dickinson, can I get an extra credit assignment? I really need a better grade in this class.”

He was giving Ginny a stern look then turned to Hanna. ”There will be extra credit assignments later in the year. Head to lunch.”

Well, that was a dismissal if she’d ever heard one.

She had the brief thought of blackmailing the teacher for a better grade but then shook her head. If she didn’t earn it legitimately, then what was the point? She’d just have to try harder.