Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"Wish? Then will you let me go back to my original world? You won't be able to."

"It's a pleasure."

My body floated, white luminescence and my consciousness flew.

Here. I was spanning a workout bike at the gym. Smells like sweat, rust and damp cloth. Around us, the same as before, mainly men are making strides to increase muscle mass. Good, I'm back. Oh, wait, this isn't really the original world. There is also a possibility of a parallel-world resemblance. If I was exercising, I'd be flying to another world, so maybe that's about as many incidents. I disembark from my workout bike and proceed to sew my way through the appliance. Same arrangement, same trainer room. I miss the sound of air conditioning noobs. What's the matter with you, Maricana? Looking back, he did. Embrace unconsciously.